#i’ve had this au in my head for a while and i wrote this instead of my monster au fkakfnakfnsj

[coralinnii]

Can we get a fluff with Vil and Riddle in the villain au?

Villainess au Side story: the villain in my heart feat: Riddle genre: fluff note: follows the villain/ess series Riddle ver. but can be read independently, no pronouns were used, roughly 1.5k word count

Vil's part will be in a separate post because I didn't want the post to get too long (typical me)

“He’s busy again?” 

Cater had a hard time keeping his smile as he watched your mood damper over his answer. He doesn't want to be the bearer of bad news but what was he to do? You have been asking for Riddle but the monarch has buried himself in his work since the proposal of an alliance with a neighboring kingdom. “I’m afraid so, your highness” 

You let out a sigh as your mind wandered to the last time you had the chance to be your husband. As competent as Riddle was, you worried that he may soon suffer from overwork should he keep his schedule the way it is. 

“I can’t remember the last time I’ve seen him take a break” you lamented on your Riddle’s bad working habits. “His temper is not the best when he’s gets too stressed” 

“It’s not exactly the greatest to begin with, though” Cater muttered a joke under his breath but made sure no one heard, lest he wants to be “off with his head”. 

To his luck, you didn’t hear (or perhaps just ignored) his quip and instead decided on a plan for Riddle’s sake. 

“I will get him away from his work for a break” you looked straight into the red-haired advisor with conviction in your eyes and a mischievous smile on your lips “and you’re helping me” 

Riddle was ever diligent in his work, efficiently breezing through his paperwork with appropriate time to go over his preparations for the appointment later with the noble heads. Trey stayed by the redhead’s side, poised and alert to Riddle’s needs and commands. Nothing was out of place and were in order, to Riddle’s satisfaction. 

But during his less hectic tasks, he finds himself wondering how you were doing and where you might be while he was kept away from you since the influx of work on him. He denies the need for your constant company since he is not a child (of course not) but he misses the earlier days where he had more moments with you other than meal times and the nightly routine of wishing each other goodnight, something you insisted and he was later grateful for. 

A series of knocks rang through the room and Cater’s voice was heard behind the door. With Riddle’s permission, the red-haired aid entered with a letter in hand. Riddle raised his brows curiously and motioned to the letter. 

“Who’s letter is that?” Most of his urgent letters were delivered early today and unlike those letters, this new one was much simpler without so much as a wax seal. “It’s poorly made without even a seal of identification on it.” 

“It is from your partner your highness, King Riddle” 

“Hand it over” 

As soon as Cater reached out his hand, Riddle snatched the letter from his grasp before slowly unraveling the letter as though he feared he would tear it. To avoid his wrath, Trey and Cater stifled their laughter with all their might. 

Hello Riddy, 

Do you remember days like this? Where we would exchange letters during our time apart to keep each other company. I cherish those moments but I’m happy to be with you again in the kingdom. 

How unfair of you to stir Riddle’s feelings like this through mere written words. Riddle can feel his heart flutter at the thought of you and how you enjoyed writing letters together with him. He held every letter you wrote to him and was even kept away safely in the family’s treasury room, even your last letter which haunted him when you announced your initial plans to escape the kingdom. 

But I’m a little upset that my dear friend and husband has been working all these days and I haven't been able to even have a glimpse of him aside from our shared meals and the dead of night. So, I prepared a challenge to the great Riddle Rosehearts as retribution. There are clues scattered around the palace and you must follow them to find me before your meeting with the ducal family. 

Riddle checked his pocket watch and saw that there was roughly 30 minutes before his guests were to arrive. That seems to be enough time for some people but for Riddle who rarely sees his beloved, that’s hardly the case. 

”Cater, tell me where my beloved is right now” he commanded but said man kept his mouth shut, to Riddle’s shock. 

“Um…King Riddle, have you read the entirety of the letter?” 

In his impatience, Riddle missed the last contents of the letter which he then read, 

If you command Cater or anyone else to tell you where I am, I will refuse to speak or look at you for the entire day and night, which includes our nightly goodnight wishes. 

Your first clue is …. 

Riddle left his study room and proceeded to breeze through the clues you’ve left behind which should lead to you. Your first clue brought him to the imperial library, specifically to an aisle towards the corner of the large room where the two of you first hid together when Riddle played hide-and-seek together with Chen’ya and Trey. The second clue he found brought him to the stable where a letter was placed atop of the box of apples which is the preferred treat of Riddle’s favourite horse, who whined happily seeing Riddle after so long. The next clue led him to the main kitchen where the kitchen head had just brewed his preferred tea blend at the request of his partner. 

Each new clue gave Riddle a new burst of energy which fueled his steps as he got closer and closer to the end of adventure. The last clue implied that his last stop was in the palace garden, at the gazebo in the heart of the maze. As he got closer, he could hear your voice and soon his feet quickened his pace and he saw you at the gazebo as he predicted. 

Though he didn’t think he would come face to face with a distressed look of your face which appeared when your eyes caught his. 

“Riddle? You’re already here?!” You panicked as you stumbled with arranging the tableware on the table before giving up with a sigh “What an absolute failure” 

Riddle looked at the contents on the table and saw what you were attempting to hide. A plate of strawberry tarts but the edges had broken off and the tart looked to be breaking apart, barely in one piece. It was an unusual site as the patissiers of the palace were handpicked by Trey from his family’s business for their talents. Such a mess would not be their handiwork. 

“I wanted to surprise you by baking your favorite tarts but it started crumbling and the filling was leaking out” you groaned at the sight of your baking disaster. “I’m sorry for how disappointing it must be” 

You feared the redhead’s reaction to your failure but instead, you were surprised by the sudden embrace you found yourself in as Riddle wrapped his arms around you, with him resting his head on your shoulder. It wasn’t as though you don’t share hugs like this but it was rare for Riddle to initiate them, especially one so close and tight. Regardless, you were quick to reciprocate by encasing Riddle in your arms as well. 

Riddle couldn’t help himself. You chose your clues based on your time with him. Riddle’s heart was set ablaze at the thought that you not only remembered your cherished past with him but also kept his current interests and preferences in mind. In under 30 minutes, you managed to give him more love and attention than he had in such a long time. 

“I’m unbelievably happy” he whispered softly into your shoulder, but you heard him which brought a smile of your own. “Thank you, truly” 

“I’m glad” you replied but even if Riddle was pleased, you weren’t satisfied with how this adventure ended so you adjusted your position to force Riddle to face you. “But I still want to give you something before your appointment. Is there anything else you might want?” 

Riddle looked to be in thought as he looked into your eyes. You guessed that he was taking great consideration which on one hand made you happy he’s taking this seriously but at the same time you felt a little nervous. Then Riddle spoke. 

“I would like…to ask for forgiveness” 

Before you could question him, Riddle proceeded with his plan. Carefully, he placed a hand on your cheek guiding before leaning in to place a light touch on your lips with his. The young King’s cheeks were burning red but you were no better as you could feel the scorching heat building in your body, your face must be hot to the touch under Riddle’s palm. 

Riddle continued his bold actions by adding pressure into the kiss, his mouth fully closed on yours as he subtly brought you closer by your waist. He was not usually such a daring man but your letters and your sadness over something as trivial as disappointing him drove him to capture your lips in an impulsive act of affection. 

You bring silliness to his orderly world and he’s ecstatic that you do.

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Pink Helmet

Hello everyone ! Today, we’re answering a request for my 6k event made by @wolfmoonmusic : “First of all.... CAROLE CONGRATULATIONS!!!! THIS IS HUGE!! I am so happy for you!!!Second of all.... Super cute idea for the celebration. Here's my request.

Sirius Black + Modern AU + Kissing in the Rain.

Like they have an argument on the way back from a party (they aren't together yet) where Sirius flirts with everyone (because I mean it's SIrius) and reader gets up and due to the argument she asks him to stop the car and she gets out and the rest is up to you!

Thank you and congratulations once again!!”

Thank you so much for your request, this is indeed an adorable idea! I hope you like what I wrote for your request! I’ve changed it a bit, I hope you don’t mind, but I got carried away with my own setting involving his bike, and not a car, so…

Hope you all like this! Tell me what you think!

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Pairing: Sirius Black x reader

Warning: angst, and then lots of fluff. Honestly too much cuteness… even for me…

Summary: You get jealous on a night out with your friends, because Sirius is flirting with some random girl at the bar. Your anger is about to cause a chain reaction that will bring unsuspected consequences… for the better!

Word Count: 3312

Sirius Black’s Masterlist – Main Masterlist

Sirius has a headache.

He has a headache in this buzzing pub, a numb hand after holding onto his cold drink for too long and a broken heart because of his stupid crush on you.

Crush. Were it not so painful to think of you, Sirius would laugh at himself for believing in such an understatement.

Because the truth was that he was head-over-heels for you. Smitten with. Absolutely, irrevocably in love with you.

Had been for the past two years, as a matter of fact. Since that last year of school, when you had punched an asshole in the face, hence breaking two of his teeth, who had been insulting one of your friends. That was enough to turn Sirius on, big time, but the crush had turned into actual love a month later, when you spent an entire night listening to his twisted familial story. God, he still remembers every detail of that night to this day. The way you leaned closer to him, how you had wrapped your arms around his frame. All done in silence, without a word, just a presence he desperately needed. He reckons that it was the first time in a long, very long time when he didn’t feel utterly alone…

He drinks now the rest of his beer in one large gulp, because all of this is ridiculous. He’s painfully aware that a) you do not see anything but a friend in him, and b) that he will never be good enough for you.

So, might as well drown his sorrow in alcohol, at least for tonight. Besides, the woman before him is pretty, she’s not boring, she has a nice laugh and she seems kind enough.

Will it help him to forget you if he spends the night with her? No, must definitely not. But it will numb the pain for a while. It will make it easier for a few hours, and after loving you for two years, he’s grown accustomed to asking for no more than a temporary salvation.

Still, while he talks with the pretty girl in front of him, leaning against the bar, his eyes keep on drifting towards your frame. He knows perfectly well where you are, he always does. A superpower of his, or an unbreakable spell of yours, hard to decide if it is meant as a blessing or a curse…

You remained with Remus and Marlene for most of the night, but you’ve found your way to the dancefloor now, or rather the small space right before the stage, it is too narrow to be called a dancefloor. Still, you’re dancing now, and Sirius tries hard not to glance over at you, not to look at the way you’re moving your hips in rhythm with the drums, the way your hands fly upwards as if reaching for the ceiling, the way you throw your head back, the way he longs to kiss every inch of the throat you’re making particularly visible now in your movements…

Instead, he’s staring at this woman before him, and he has your name on the tip of his tongue, and it’s the thought of your presence near him that makes him blush and shift uncomfortably on his stool.

“So… huh… I’m going to be honest with you, Sirius,” the woman is leaning closer now, flirt written all over her graceful features, and Sirius can’t deny that he likes the sweetness of her perfume. “I’m really not looking for something serious, but I like you, and I think we could have some fun together, don’t you think so?”

He plays it cool, looks down for a second, summons his most seductive crooked smile, the one he knows drives everyone crazy. It’s easy to do it. He doesn’t know her… now that he thinks about it, he realizes he’s forgotten her name. He doesn’t care. He’ll spend the night with her, stay for breakfast or at least till she’s awake, so as not to be a douche, and then he’ll walk out of her apartment and out of her life.

It's easy. There are no consequences, no requirements, no strings attached. Your perfect opposite…

You. Sirius can feel a stare burning a hole in his head, and when he slightly turns to see who’s looking at him so intensely, he gets caught in your eyes. Even from across the room, he’s trapped in them, unable to look away, as always, whenever he looks at you. He just gravitates towards you, he can’t help it…

But when your eyes meet, you avert your gaze to the ground, fists clenched and jaw set, and Sirius can’t refrain a small frown. What got you so worked up? The thought of some scumbag being disrespectful towards you makes him blood instantly boil.

His frown deepens when he sees you making a bee-line towards the exit.

Something’s wrong… someone’s hurt you…

Sirius remembers there’s a woman before him only when she asks him what he’s doing. Indeed, he’s stood up from his stool and is grabbing some money in the back pocket of his jeans.

 “I have to admit I wasn’t expecting you to be this up for it,” she jokes, but her smile falters when Sirius turns to her with an apologetic smile on his lips.

“No, I… I’m sorry, I really like you too. I really do. But… not tonight. I… I just saw a friend heading out, and she seemed upset, so…”

“She…”

The stranger nods, and Sirius doesn’t try to argue. There’s no need for any argument. She’s right, anyway…

Sirius pays for his drinks and hers, he can at least do that. Before she can argue though, he’s striding towards the door.

It’s October, and the nights are cold. And it’s raining tonight, heavily so, a curtain of freezing raindrops blurring his view of the street. While his feet slip upon skeleton leaves, he tightens his hold on his black leather jacket, pushing back his long hair while he tries to spot you in the large street…

There you are, a few feet away, looking for a cab.

He hurries to you, calling your name, but you turn away from him as he does so, and he frowns at the sight.

“Hey! Y/N! You’re alright?”

You nod, but keep your back to him.

“What are you doing? Everybody’s still inside. It’s not even eleven yet. Are you sick?”

“No, I just… I want to go home.”

“Oh… okay. I’ll get you home…”

“No, Sirius…”

“I have an extra helmet. The pink one you like.”

He bits his tongue before letting slip that he always carries your favourite helmet around, just in case, just for you… thank God he doesn’t say that out loud.

You look up at him, frame and face and hair drenched with the heavy rain, and you’re surprised when Sirius takes off his jacket and places it over you, holding it up above your head to protect you.

He’s wet all over too, with dark locks of hair now clinging to his neck and cheeks, his black t-shirt revealing more of his biceps and the ghosts of abs because of the rain. He’s shivering, and he doesn’t even notice it. He only sees that you’re cold, and that you’ll catch your death standing in this unforgiving rain.

He frowns hard when you angrily push him away though, his jacket falling between the two of you, still held in his idle hands but now acting like a barrier between your bodies instead of a protection.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, taken aback by the rage burning in your eyes.

Wrath… there’s no other word to describe the flash that passes through your gaze, and he doesn’t understand why you aim such a feeling at him. He’s barely spoken to you tonight, how could he have done something wrong?

“Nothing,” you answer in a better tone.

“Did I do something?”

Anger fades, it declines just as it mingles now with another emotion, one that he wishes he could forever banish from your face: pain.

“No, nothing,” you answer, and this time it isn’t a lie.

“Then, what’s wrong? Why are you angry at me?”

“I’m not…”

“Of course, you are. Come on, what’s wrong? You can tell me, I’ll fix it.”

But as you shake your head now, there are tears shining in your eyes, catching the light of the white streetlamps.

Your teeth chatter, and Sirius moves closer again, protecting you once more with his jacket. And it doesn’t really help, but it’s still sweet, and you look even more on the verge of crying now…

“What’s wrong?”

But you don’t say anything; instead you merely nod in the vague direction of his motorcycle, a few metres down the street.

“Please, take me home.”

He clenches his jaw, bits his tongue so he won’t insist. A curt nod is all he can summon, and he walks with you to his bike.

He hands you the pink helmet you adore, the one with the skull and the ‘pink is punk af’ logo on the side. But you don’t put it on. As he shrugs his jacket back on, he stares at you with a frown while you stare at the silly logo.

“Would you have given it to her?”

He catches your eyes as you look up, and he doesn’t understand why there are now tears mingling with rain on your cheeks.

“What?”

“To that girl, in the pub. Would you have taken her home like this too? Would you have given her my helmet?”

His frown only deepens.

“Why are you asking this?”

But you shake your head, hand him back his helmet.

His helmet. It was never yours in the first place, you need to remind yourself that…

“I’ll call for a cab.”

“I can take you home…”

“I don’t want you to.”

And it hurts to say it. It hurts even more to look at Sirius’s expression change, from confusion to pain.

“Stop that,” he complains. “Stop being mean. I haven’t done anything wrong, I’ve barely talked to you tonight, for goodness’ sake!”

“No, you’re right, you were too busy trying to get laid.”

There is such bitterness in your voice, Sirius doesn’t get where it comes from.

“And? What business is this of yours, anyway? You’re not my mother…”

“She’s pretty, I’ll give you that.”

“Why are you judging me, all of a sudden? I can sleep with whoever I fucking want to!”

“Oh, I know that, thank you! You’ve been doing a lot of that lately…”

“And whose fault is that?”

The answer slips before he can bite it back, and you’re a little taken aback by it. But Sirius drives your attention away. Your voices are still low, but both your tones cut like sharp stones, almost like knives, and every word strikes right where it hurts…

“Look, I don’t know what’s gotten into you tonight, but you’re being ridiculous right now.”

“Me? Ridiculous?”

“Yes! It’s raining, I’m freezing my arse here, so just take the fucking helmet and let me take you home safe and sound, alright?”

“You should go back to miss pretty hair…”

“Stop acting like you’re jealous.”

“Well I…”

But you fall silent, clearly biting back your words, and again, he doesn’t know what to make of it.

“I’m not jealous,” you finally let out.

And it hurts to hear you say it. It’s stupid, it’s selfish, this longing Sirius has in his chest for you to feel like that, for you to be jealous, for you to care…

It’s your turn to be taken aback by his tone when he answers in a quiet voice, all traces of anger gone, only something fragile left in his words.

“I know you’re not. I know…”

He heaves a sigh, running a hand through his wet hair.

“Look, I don’t want us to fight. I just want to make sure you get home safely. So, let me take you home, alright?”

“How many drinks did you have tonight?”

“Only a beer. I can drive.”

You’re about to yield, when the door of the pub opens… on the stranger Sirius has been hitting on the whole night.

“Oh, you really do have a motorcycle!” she exclaims, a little drunk, staying in the doorframe to avoid the rain.

She looks pretty like this, framed with golden light, cheeks flushed with alcohol, long hair cascading on her shoulders…

Sirius barely has time to register what’s happening, you’re already walking away.

“Y/N!”

“Siri! I wanted to give you my number!”

He’s started to follow you, but he turns to the stranger before hurrying after you again.

“Look, you’re nice, but I don’t think it’s gonna work out between us. Sorry about tonight.”

He doesn’t wait for her answer, for her protest. He’s running after you now. How come you can be so damn fast on these slippery wet leaves…

“Y/N! Wait!”

“Leave me alone…”

“You were about to finally let me give you a ride…”

“Yes, and then I was reminded that you have other obligations tonight.”

“I don’t have any, I don’t want to spend the night with her.”

You turn on your heels at that, and Sirius almost bumps into you as you stop dead.

“Why not? Have fun!”

“Why are you being mean again?”

And it’s true, you are. Your tone is aggressive, unnecessarily so.

But it just hurts. It hurts to see him with other women when you’ve been longing for him for years…

“Because I’m mad at you!”

“Why? I only offered you a ride! I’m still freezing to death under this bloody rain for you!”

“I’ve never asked you to do that!”

“You don’t have to!”

“Why not? Why do you always help me, why are you always here, always kind, always ready to take care of me, but the next second you’re throwing yourself into someone else’s arms?!”

Tears are back to stain your cheeks, and Sirius suddenly grows very still. His entire body tenses up, his cheeks grow paler.

You can’t be meaning this…

“What?”

You realize he’s still holding this bloody, stupid helmet…

“You were going to give her my helmet.”

And it sounds so stupid, but it isn’t, really. You’re surprised when Sirius raises up his free hand to cup your cheek, guiding your eyes up to face him.

He blinks a few times, trying to read through you.

You can’t be meaning this…

“What do you mean?”

He takes a step closer. And his fingers are cold on your cheek, it’s raining too hard for him not to be unbearably cold, but it doesn’t matter. His breath draws white patterns in the air between you as he struggles to slow down his heartbeat.

“Are you jealous?”

The question is simple, the answer should be easy.

But you know he doesn’t feel the same, and he knows you don’t see him this way. And you reckon that he could have better, and he thinks he doesn’t deserve you…

“No.”

But your voice is weak, and everything screams ‘liar’ in your demeanour.

“You’re jealous.”

This time, it isn’t a question, it’s a statement. A realization, rather.

Sirius can barely breathe. Because he is jealous whenever a guy flirts with you. And that’s because he’s in love with you.

There, he said it, at long last, it’s out in the open. He’s fucking in love with you, and that’s why he wants to punch any guy who kisses you, why it feels like his heart is being ripped out of his chest whenever you have a boyfriend and he sees you happy with someone else, why he…

“It doesn’t matter,” you chirp, your voice barely there at all by now.

“Why are you jealous?”

“I’m not.”

“You… you said we were just friends. You keep on saying that. Every time anyone says that we’re more, you keep on saying we’re just friends.”

But you frown up at him. He guesses that’s because you’ve noticed how breathless he is now.

“Because we are friends.”

“Yes, but… I thought you… you friendzoned me.”

“What?”

“You. You friendzoned me. You’ve never let me think that you could feel anything for me. Romantically speaking, I mean.”

He runs his hand through his hair again, trying to push the drenched locks away. It’s raining even harder, the sound is deafening. He barely feels the rain colliding with his cheeks at all…

“Why would I have? You… you were clearly never interested.”

“I’m interested.”

“What?”

“I’ve been interested for two years.”

“WHAT?!”

“Why do you think I keep this ridiculous helmet with me all the damn time?”

He almost stops himself when he opens his mouth to speak again. Because he’s a mess, and you could have better. So much better. Someone who’s not as fucked in the head as he is.

But you’re looking up at him with the same kind of hope that he feels whenever he thinks of you, and even if it can’t last, he wants to believe in this dream of his, even if it must fade in a minute…

“I like you. A lot.”

“You… you like me?”

“Yes.”

“Why do you keep on sleeping around, then?”

“Because I thought I didn’t stand a chance, and I can’t get over you. Also… I’m a mess. A hot mess, but still a mess.”

He tries to give you a crooked smile, but it lacks the confidence he usually wears. He’s too fragile for now, at that moment. And this smoothness he has mastered over the years is altogether gone. Instead, he’s shaking out of both coldness and nerves.

“Are you mad at me?” he asks, and his fear is genuine as it shines in his stormy eyes.

He waits for your answer, and it doesn’t come. Each second his heart is beating faster and faster, to the point where he wonders how it doesn’t simply explode. You open your mouth once, close it again.

And he’s cursing himself for his stupidity, for his vanity, for even imagining for a second that someone as wonderful as you could fall in love with a mess like him, for wasting it all, for fucking up the best friendship he has ever had…

Until the cold of the rain is replaced by the coolness of your palms on both of his cheeks. Until all the air is knocked out of his lungs when you press your soft lips against his. Until all he can do is kiss you back, rain now falling on his closed eyelids, getting caught in his lashes. The pink helmet slips from his hands, allowing him to wrap his arms around your frame, to pull you closer, so damn close, there is no space left between your bodies, only the layers of your wet clothes.

When you break away, you are both out of breath, and the rain is still falling just as hard, and none of you notice.

“I like you, too,” your admittance is a whisper, it makes Sirius grin anyway, brighter than you’ve ever seen.

He truly looks like the star he was named after now, beaming at you, holding your face with both hands.

He dives in for another kiss, and then another, and another, and it’s only when he feels your teeth chattering under his fingers between two kisses that he finally breaks your embrace.

He bends down to pick the helmet, hands it to you again.

“Please, put this damn thing on. I’m taking you home.”

“Will you stay?”

He can read in your eyes that you don’t mean tonight. You mean tomorrow morning. You mean the day after that. You mean forever.

He’s the one to put the helmet on your head, a tender smile on his lips, one that you’ve never seen before.

One that’s full of love.

“Don’t worry, love. I’m staying.”

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Gone | John Marino

summary: you’ve won your first championship yet he is the only thing on your mind.

request: yes/no

warnings: none.

word count: 1.44k

authors note: you guys truly do not know how excited I have been to bring you guys this celly! I wrote this sort of differently to how I usually do so I’m not sure how I feel about it just yet. I’ve been focusing on my au’s this last week and John just felt like the kind of guy to bring us back the full fics.

This was meant to be everything you wanted.

The achievement you had work towards during your entire career had left you here and whiling you were enjoying the celebrations.

You knew that someone, that he was missing.

So you couldn’t try to enjoy this, even if you wanted to.

Even with your fifth glass is champagne you couldn’t enjoy it.

Lando had picked up on this and was now in full comforting mode “what is wrong with you!” He complained as you continued to dodge his questions “I am just thinking.” You sighed sinking further into your seat.

The bar tv had a hockey game going and you couldn’t help but let your eyes stick to the screen “you miss him?” Lando couldn’t help but smirk.

Your mention of the mystery hockey man in your life ran through the paddock but before you could tell him you loved him he instead found himself getting close with a girl in Jersey.

So you never let the details of your boy get to your friends or teammate “it’s stupid.” You shook your head knowing that Lando would have gotten mad at you for telling him the truth.

Your teammate laughed “look if you are still so hung up on him as you so clearly are then go talk to him.” Lando placed his hand on your back wanting to comfort you.

Seeing John appear on the screen you couldn’t help but smile “and it seems he’s in Vegas.” The Brit smirked sliding you his phone with Uber opened on it.

John had seen your win yesterday as Nico and Jack were watching it. The boys were none the wiser to what had gone on with you and John.

Months of fun whenever you were in the states felt tarnished by the thought of him being with another woman days before he was meant to be picking you up from the airport.

Whilst John wanted to call you, talk to you, and even just see you, it was made sort of hard when you blocked John to try to avoid the embarrassment of what you felt. Nobody knew about it but still you couldn’t shake the poor feelings that you felt from it all.

Lando watched you stare at the screen “are you going to find him or not?” The boy groaned clapping his hands together as he ushered you to move quicker.

You had chickened out and ended up flying to New Jersey two days after when the boys were playing next.

Jack had met you in Montreal where you had been celebrating a win and the man was more than happy to help you out when you called in the favour of getting tickets.

When the time came and you had to stand in the locker area you wanted to throw up “this is stupid” you rubbed your face in your hands as you shook your head deciding to turn around to go home “y/n?” John’s voice had you stopping in your tracks.

His hair had grown and so had his little facial stubble “w-what are you doing here?” Seeing your face on the jumbotron was something that he thought was going to be a clear coincidence, that maybe it was just his brain thinking that you could have come back.

But he didn’t need to dream hard enough because there you were smiling “hey.” You ran your fingers through your hair.

Seeing him made you feel nauseous as your stomach was doing flips “look I need to shower but can you give me like ten minutes?” John took his helmet off as he scanned your face hoping you’d say yes “go ahead.” You nodded watching him walk away.

Even though he was gone for a mere handful of minutes it felt like forever “not that I’m ungrateful to see you or anything but what is a new world champion doing in Jersey?” He leaned against the wall as you two were totally unaware that his teammates were now watching.

Who would have thought that an F1 driver showing up to a game without much of a word would have attracted a crowd?

His bluntness made you laugh “you watched the race?” You felt your cheeks turn warm “every one.” John was never one for hiding the truth.

Seeing you win every week brought him a sense of comfort that he couldn’t quite explain “I came because I-” the flash of a camera cut you both off “could we go somewhere a little more private?” You asked furrowing your eyebrows as you didn’t need your moment confessing your feeing seeing the front page of whatever news sites that they came from.

It could have come from some cheesy romance movie as he pulled you through the building and to his car. To the untrained eye it was a knight in shining armour finding a solution for his girl when in actual fact it was just John.

The same John who spent weeks trying to find a race that didn’t clash with hockey that was now a dangerous task as he only found the confidence to do this in September.

Despite all of the time and silence that had been between you both the only time it truly felt awkward was when you were in his apartment looking at the view that you had once loved.

But as the sound of his footsteps behind you got louder you were pulled from your trance “here.” He mumbled handing you a glass that you wished had something stronger but in the heights of your respective seasons you knew it would only contain water.

John stared at you as you swirled the clear liquid in your glass “you never really told me why you were here.” The hockey player didn’t mean for it to be delivered with the sharpness that came with but it was too late to send you some apologetic glance “I missed you John.” You blurted out watching as his eyes widened.

The media trained side of you went straight to damage control as your adrenaline began to wane letting the nerves come out “I know I shouldn’t because we weren’t anything when you went out with her.” You began to ramble as you didn’t remember the last time you felt this nervous “I was never with her.” John shook his head.

It seemed like at that moment your entire world came crashing down “or at least not like that.” He pursed his lips together as you looked at him like he was crazy.

Part of you wanted to laugh “look John you don’t need to try to protect me because I can handle this.” You shook your head until he raised his hand to stop you “that girl? Was an old friend from Harvard.” The phrase and old friend usually came attached with a whole other meaning yet when it came from him you knew it was the truth.

So there you were feeling like an idiot “she did try to make a move on me but I don’t her I had someone.” That was where you had seen the pictures that made you feel so forgotten.

John grabbed the glass from your hand placing it on the table behind you “I was talking about you.” He mumbled seeing how much he missed the feeling of your eyes on him.

It made your heart pump out of your chest “tell me to stop and I will.” John dropped his head to the point where his lips were hovering above yours.

You let out a soft whimper as your mouth went dry “kiss me Johnny.” You mumbled letting out a soft gasp as his fingers locked into your hair making sure that you couldn’t pull away from the kiss.

The familiar feeling made you both came down as you remembered just how much you needed each other.

As your lips fought his hands ran up your shirt untucking it from your jeans “let me treat you how a champion should be.” The hockey player kissed the shell on your ear as his breath fanned against your neck.

You felt your head drop back “don’t make me beg you John, not tonight.” You pleaded as your eyes screwed shut feeling his lips against your neck “you gotta jump then baby.”

The sheets that hadn’t felt the love that came from a second person being in them for months was finally back that night.

And it didn’t leave until you were expected in Abu Dhabi for the the final race, because this time you two were doing things differently.

You were doing things right.

[djs-sideblog-for-pog-trains]

traintober day 7, Sleepy | The Clock

so... not to come in swinging with my second day of making traintober stuff being the 7th day of traintoberrrrr but it's fine. for today's entry i wrote 1.6k words of me projecting my insomnia onto James, as is my wont.

characters: james, gordon, henry, edward (donald and douglas brief cameo, STH mentioned) human au. 1.6k words. James is tricked by the lads into having a nap, and other stories. also known as 'i dont know if this counts as 'the clock' but here we go anyway'

full fic under the cut.

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James has his chin in his hand, eyelids flickering, as Gordon comes over to the table, stirring his tea. Henry’s already there, casting an eye over James even as he keeps talking to Edward, who’s also shooting James a glance.

Gordon takes a seat beside Henry, opposite Edward, and sets his mug down just hard enough it makes a clack, and James’ eyes flick open, he starts.

“Ah!” he says, before blinking slowly, recovering. “Hi, Gordon.”

“Good morning, James,” Gordon says, raising an eyebrow at him, before sipping his tea even as he casts his eye over the clock. 5:15pm, on the dot. A bit early for James to be looking so shattered. “Are you quite alright?”

“As can be,” James says, returning to his chin-in-hand position, fumbling for his mug, though he frowns into it as it turns out to be empty. “Ah. I need more coffee.”

“No,” Edward says gently, watching the way James’ hand shakes as he puts his mug down. “I don’t think that’s the solution here.”

“He’s already had three just while we’ve been sitting here,” Henry says conversationally to Gordon, who raises both eyebrows this time and shoots James an incredulous look. “And he won’t tell us what’s wrong.”

“I’ll tell you what’s wrong,” Gordon says, and even James shoots him a look, though it’s very dry. The bags under James’ eyes are dark and prominent. “Insomnia is what’s wrong.”

James opens his mouth to retort, and is quickly overtaken by a yawn instead.

“Case and point.”

“Shud’up,” James mumbles, putting his mug back down and curling his lip. “Look, it’s fine. I have one more train and it’s in an hour. I can stay awake for that.”

Edward hums.

“A whole hour?” he asks. “Surely that’s enough time for a nap.”

“I can nap like the dead,” James says.

“It’s true,” Gordon nods, which makes James flush and shoot him another dry look – though much fonder this time. “But also… I believe Edward may be right.”

“Cor!” Henry says, glancing at Edward, “you should get that in writing.”

Gordon huffs, even as it makes Edward and James laugh.

“But yeah,” Henry quickly follows up, turning back to James. “Honestly, you should. Twenty-minute kip should do you a world of difference. I used to do it all the time, back in the day.”

“I do it now, sometimes,” Edward agrees with a thoughtful nod, even as he sips his tea. “No shame in a recharge.”

James sighs. The tension runs out of him all in a rush, his shoulders slump, and in that moment, he really does look tired.

“That couch,” Henry says, “really is quite comfortable. And you’d even fit on it.”

“Shh,” James says, and he leans forward, lays his head on his arms like he’s blocking out the world. “I don’t wanna. I can’t sleep. An’ I need to focus on staying awake.”

“You say that,” Gordon says, swirling his drink in his mug even as he pointedly doesn’t look at James, instead eyeing up the clock. 5:17. He’ll have to finish his drink soon. “But you look half-asleep now.”

“I’ve been half-asleep all day,” James shoots back, grumbling. “Half-asleep is not all-asleep.”

“James,” Edward says, letting some of the gentleness drop off his tone. “You’re not the only person at this table with trouble sleeping. You know we’re right, and a nap will do you good.”

James lifts his head just enough to glare at Edward, who shakes his head back.

“Henry can carry you onto that couch,” he says, “if you really want. But the Twins are here, and I think you wouldn’t like the word-of-mouth to spread around the Island, would you?”

Gordon looks over to the break table to see Donald and Douglas standing there, tea and biscuit in hand, god knows how long they’ve been there, shooting them all the odd curious look. Donald nods politely at Gordon when they make eye contact before he quickly looks away.

“I hate you,” James says with absolutely no fire at all. “Are you going to let it go?”

“No,” Edward says cheerfully. “I’d just really rather you didn’t do something stupid, like collapse in your cab again.”

Gordon and Henry shoot each other a look.

“…He has a point.” Henry’s voice is tentative.

“I mean, if you’re not well, surely a replacement can be arranged,” Gordon points out, and is surprised when James’ head snaps up.

“No!” he says, before curling in on himself. “I mean- look. I can’t. Not this time. Already in hot enough water with Hatt for the last freight train I skived off.”

Edward sighs, and shoots Gordon a dry look, though he’s careful to make sure James doesn’t see. Gordon has to supress a knowing smile.

“But you’re sick,” Henry says.

“And you know that’s not enough to get off work, sometimes,” James grumbles. “And besides. It’s hardly an illness. This is just self-inflicted.”

“What is this, Pitying James day?” Gordon asks. “James, you should know better than most that no-one chooses to be an insomniac.”

Edward shoots Henry a look, whose lips are pressed into a thin line, lost in thought for a moment, before Henry blinks and shoots Edward a soft smile back.

Then, Henry says. “Look. I have an idea, but it involves you on that couch.”

“Ashes! Fine!” James snaps, rising to his feet. “I’ll get on the bloody couch!”

He’s flushed dark, but stalks across the room, falling onto it with an whmph. …Donald and Douglas decide it’s a good moment to finish their afternoon tea, and leave the breakroom. Wise, really.

“There,” Henry says as he follows James across the room. “Now, it’s a bit nippy isn’t it? Wish they’d actually turn the heaters on this time of year rather than waiting for winter to actually set in. Ah well.”

“What are you doing?” James asks, looking up at him suspiciously, and the scowl on his face makes Gordon snort, and he gets to his feet too, glancing again at the clock. 5:20. He has to take the evening run of the Express shortly.

“Get comfy,” Henry tells him. “Lie down.”

Edward goes over to the drinks table even as James doesn’t stop scowling but does start loosening his tie. Gordon turns as a moment later, Edward touches his elbow, and he presses the glass of water into Gordon’s hand.

“Give this to James,” Edward says softly. “I’ll go ring Hatt to see if there’s something that can be arranged. And if not, I’ll ask the stationmaster to wake James at quarter-to.”

Gordon just nods, and lets Edward slip from the room. He pulls up one of the low coffee tables and sets the glass down on it within James’ arm’s reach even as Henry prompts James to take off his shoes.

James looks up from his laces, though he was complaining about taking them off, and blinks at the offering, before shooting Gordon a surprisingly soft smile.

“Thanks,” he whispers.

Gordon nods, his eyes softer than usual.

It really takes the two of them being the ones nagging James along, for once, but finally James ends up lying on his back on the couch, shoes off, tie off, blazer off, a couple shirt buttons undone, and even his gloves removed. Only then does Henry take his coat off.

It’s a big, green thing, Henry’s coat; all warm, thick wool. Henry pauses only to unpin his gold 3 badge before he drapes the jacket over James.

It swamps James completely. The green makes the pallor that had definitely crept onto his face over the course of the day even more obvious.

“This is ridiculous,” James tries to protest, even as he yawns again, eyes closing with the size of it, and they take an extra moment or two to open again. “I can’t….”

“You can,” Gordon says, rocking on his heels. “Edward is off talking to the stationmaster, arranging an appropriate wake-up time, and she’ll keep an eye on the clock for you. Everything will be fine.”

“Hit the lights, would you, Gordon?” Henry asks, and Gordon nods, crossing the room to do so even as Henry puts his hands on his hips and stares down at James, who blinks up owlishly at Henry, like he’s very futilely trying to prove he’s not even tired.

There are a few sets of curtains, and Henry moves to close them.

“This is the breakroom, not a nursery,” James protests, though he already is sounding sleepy. He yawns again, and Henry shoots Gordon a triumphant look. “I’m… I’ll… just five minutes.”

“You try sleep for five minutes,” Henry agrees, and he starts ushering Gordon towards the door. “You just close your eyes and try, and when it doesn’t work, you can tell me so, alright?”

Gordon snorts, even as James sighs, and mumbles, “alright.”

They both pause in the doorway, watching the second-hand on the breakroom clock in the now-dim light of the breakroom tick five seconds… ten seconds… fifteen… twenty…

James’ snores fill the air.

“Told him so,” Henry whispers, which makes Gordon stifle a laugh. “Let’s leave him to it.”

They see Edward back out on the platform, who slips past them back into the breakroom to leave a note beside James, before he comes to stand with them.

“Hatt agreed,” Edward says. “I thought he would.”

“Probably because you asked,” Gordon shrugs. “What did you promise him?”

Edward goes a little red. “I’d take his train,” he says sheepishly.

“Ed.”

Edward meets Henry’s disapproving look with a dry glance of his own.

“I’m hardly fragile,” he says. “It’s fine. It needed to be done.”

They all glance at the breakroom door, before Gordon looks up at the large station clock, and starts. 5:31.

“Ashes!” he exclaims. “I’m late.”

Henry laughs at him, slaps his shoulder even as Gordon hurries away.

When James wakes up several hours later, he makes sure to give the three of them an absolute earful even as he returns Henry’s coat. Though quietly, he’s thankful, even more so when Gordon finally tells him ever-so-fondly to shut up and go back to bed.

[twistthescript]

do you have a favorite RTC headcanon?

There are so many to pick from… let’s see. I’ll give a few- one for each character:

I’d say one of favorites comes from my most difficult character to write: Ricky.

As I mentioned before in an earlier post, but never really wrote it properly- him lifting up his crutches instead of raising a hand in class. It’s definitely not something he’d do all the time (those things are heavy after a while); if anything, it would be rare to see.

But Ricky can be a very cheeky, playful character, and in my head- he, on occasion, wouldn’t help but to just pop a crutch up as a statement piece during role call.

Another favorite is that Jane- do to her lack of head, stares 90% of the time DIRECTLY at her friends faces. It’s unnerving (especially when she doesn’t blink) but part of her tries to envision what her own head might have looked like… especially with all the different facial features humans have.

It’s the same way with hair- Constance had the most textured hair of the group (going off of the 2016 cast) so of course Jane would be over there. Our favorite resident doll is curious, what can I say?

Ocean doesn’t cuss… until she actually does. She’s horrified by the word as it rolls off of her tongue. It’s probably something like- shit, bitch. Nothing harsher than that. (Justifying “bitch” as meaning a female dog. Nothing more than that- “it’s just a fact!”)

Constance is definitely a dad’s girl. She would arm wrestle with him on occasion (and sometimes he’d let her win… at least until she got strong enough to mostly win... and then he started losing for real.)

Noel is enamored with curly hair- one of my headcanons from my warehouse au is that he got the straight haired gene in his family, but his mother has these lovely, flowing curls. He learned how to care for her hair, and it became as soothing to him as it was for her. On that same wavelength- he’d also be ready good at styling wigs.

Mischa, I’ve written a lot about. All in all, I adore soft Mischa. Mischa as an older brother figure to Jane: protective, stern- but caring. Or him as a definite mama’s boy: it’s no wonder he thinks so highly of the women around him. (Except for Ocean. She’s on her own.)

And lastly, Karnak. I can see him as a daydreamer. He can’t exactly close his eyes, but when there’s no one asking for fortunes, he dreams of all of the different scenarios he comes across, putting himself in their shoes in the only way he knows how. Strangely, each dream has Virgil in it.

[lelengerine]

sweet dream

pairing | jaemin x reader

synopsis | the time wherein you told jaemin about a dream, just because you felt like it — alternatively labeled as jaemin fluff stacked upon even more jaemin fluff.

genre | established relationship au, pretty much domestic jaemin because i am so soft for him pls, purely tooth rotting fluff, mentions of food, use of nicknames for reader (princess)

wc | 0.5k

notes | wrote this during my break since i had a sponty urge to write about jaem (even though im currently writing a fic for him that’s way longer than anything i’ve written so far), so take this as a little peace offering for the time i’ve been away hehe <3 thank you sm for the support you guys give me and i’ll be fully back soon!! likes, rbs, and feedback are always appreciated :>

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“nana, guess what!” your presence floats over jaemin’s shoulder, his figure lounging comfortably on the couch.

he lets out a chuckle from your sudden burst of enthusiasm, craning his head to get a better look at you. from your appearance alone, he could tell you had just woken up from that nap you told him about an hour ago, hair fluffed up and cheeks slightly puffy. “what is it, princess?”

the overwhelming feeling of heat creeps up your face as you shy away, still not used to him calling you by that nickname. “i… i just wanted to tell you i had a really good dream while napping is all.” 

“oh? you told me you haven’t experienced any good dreams in a while.” you seem to have piqued his interest as he gestures you to sit on his lap. with hesitant steps, you shuffle your feet, rounding the corner of the couch before finding comfort in your boyfriend’s embrace. “now go on, tell me all about it.” he eases you in sweetly, brushing a few strands of hair away from your face.

you take a glance out the window, trying to piece together your story before saying it aloud. “i dreamt that we went to a pretty cafe on a windy day, much like the weather outside right now.” you point out, earning a small hum from jaemin. “we ate some macarons by a window seat, and you got this caramel macchiato to try, but you also said you kind of preferred one with a stronger hit of coffee, so i had you order another one because i could just finish your first order instead!”

you ramble off further, not forgetting to note any of the details that miraculously stuck to you in your slumber, and all jaemin’s doing is admiring you with a dopey grin. seeing you talk about the little joys in your life just warmed him up inside, even if you did go off track most of the time.

“hey- were you even listening to what i was saying?” you eventually catch him in the act, and all he can do is nod along to your words. “you were taking about how you wanted fairy lights in our home like in the cafe you dreamt about, right?”

“oh so you were listening.” you playfully poke at his chest, a satisfied chuckle leaving your lips, an action he gladly mirrors. “the dream was pretty mundane, yet it stuck out to me for some reason. guess i just like spending time with you.”

“i like spending time with you too, princess.” he mumbles out softly before nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck, and you feel the tip of his nose lightly brush against your skin.

“that tickles, nana!” you exclaim, trying to cheekily push jaemin away, yet your efforts are no to avail as he wraps his arms around you with no plans of letting you go.

“if you love spending time with me, then why don’t we just stay like this for a while.” he peers up, a mischievous grin on his face that only leaves you with one answer.

“i’d like that.” you bring your hands up to his cheeks, cupping them gently before placing a peck on his lips. “i’d like that a lot.”

[arc852]

2. Studying

Definition: application of the mind to the acquisition of knowledge, such as by reading, investigation, or reflection

Summary: Grian is having trouble studying so Joel suggests Grian have Jimmy around to help him out.

G/t: Grian and Joel are humans, Jimmy is a borrower

Word Count: 862

AO3 Link

I know I didn't have to put the definition of studying there but I'm sticking to the theme I've set out for myself so there it goes.

Okay, so, this fic inspired so many other fics that you all will see within the next month. But this AU has taken over my brain and I love it a lot.

Basically, this is an AU where Grian and Joel are college student who live together in a dorm. Jimmy is a borrower who lives within the walls of said college dorm who was discovered by Grian and Joel and they are now all friends.

It's not an AU with a big plot but more filled with slice of life type stories. I've taken to calling it the Bad Boys Borrower College AU. If anyone has a better name please let me know, I'm terrible at naming my AUs.

Also, this was the first fic I wrote for these sets of prompts, so it's got a special place in my heart cause of that as well.

I hope you guys enjoy because there are at least 7 more stories in this AU over the next month!

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 Grian groaned from where he was laying down on his bed and let his head fall onto the laptop’s keyboard. Joel looked up from his own bed in their shared dorm, looking over at Grian to see what the problem was. “Studying going that badly, is it?” Joel couldn’t help but chuckle. Grian lifted his head to glare at him and Joel couldn’t help but laugh harder.

 Jimmy looked away from the movie him and Joel were watching, looking over toward Grian as well. The borrower was currently sitting on Joel’s shoulder, as he had found that was one of the best spots for him to actually see the movie. “What class is it for?” Jimmy asked curiously.

 “Biology.” Grian answered, though it was muffled since he planted his face right back down on his keyboard. 

 “Ah, that’s…” Jimmy trailed off when he realized he wasn’t actually sure what that was. It sounded familiar, of course, but he couldn’t even begin to explain the concept. Joel seemed to notice but thankfully didn’t tease Jimmy about it. Instead, he turned the teasing back on Grian.

 “That’s your own fault for choosing to be a bloody biology major.” Joel quipped, only to yelp when Grian threw a pillow over toward him. Jimmy also let out a little noise of surprise as he was suddenly surrounded by a hand. It didn’t grab him though, just held him in place so he didn’t fall off as the pillow hit Joel in the face. “Hey, watch it! I’ve got Jimmy on my shoulder!”

 At that, Grian looked up again. “Whoops, sorry Tim.” He didn’t sound very sorry. As soon as the words left his mouth, a pillow hit him in the face. “Hey!”

 Joel chuckled. “You deserved that and you know it.”

 Jimmy, still surrounded by Joel’s hand, suddenly felt the grip solidify around him. Now he was being grabbed. The hand lifted him off the shoulder and he was held within Joel’s fist as Joel got off his bed and went to stand next to Grian’s. “Here.” Joel finally opened his hand and Jimmy tumbled out and onto the cushy surface of Grian’s bed.

 “Why are you giving him to me? I thought the two of you were watching a movie together?” Despite his words, Grian’s hand came up behind Jimmy and moved him closer to himself. It took Jimmy a second to gain his balance back after that but he was used to just being moved around like this.

 “Yeah, what about our movie?” Jimmy said with a slight pout. He had been enjoying not only the movie but his time with Joel.

 “We can watch it later, Jim. I think Grian needs you more right now.” Joel answered him and then looked back toward Grian. “Meaning, Jimmy is great to have around while studying.”

 Grian looked confused. “He is?”

 Jimmy also looked confused. “I am?”

 “Uh yeah. Why do you think I always have Jimmy with me when I’m studying? Just try it and you’ll see what I mean.” Joel said, leaving both Grian and Jimmy even more confused. Joel then grabbed his wallet and keys and headed toward the door. “I’m gonna grab us something to eat, I’ll be back.” And then, he was gone.

 “Still don’t understand what he means.” Grian mumbled, but his hand was already finding Jimmy again. He was once again surrounded but not picked up.

 Jimmy looked over Grian’s hand toward his laptop, seeing a bunch of words, all of which made Jimmy’s head spin a little. “So, ah, what’s wrong?”

 Grian hummed and moved his hand away from his head to scroll up a bit. “It’s just so hard to focus.” Grian said and then his tone became more frustrated. “I mean, do you see this big wall of text!?”

 “Yeah, that doesn’t look fun.” Jimmy had no problem reading but even he didn’t understand most of the words currently up on Grian’s laptop. Jimmy looked away from the screen and back toward Grian, who’s eyes were darting back and forth, trying to read what was on the screen once again.

 As Jimmy noticed this, he felt something move to the top of his head and quickly realized it was one of Grian’s fingers. And with how Jimmy was nestled in his palm, he figured it was Grian’s thumb now petting the top of his head. Jimmy sighed. Unfortunately, this was also another common occurrence between both Grian and Joel. They were both very touchy when it came to him.

 Not that Jimmy minded too much.

 Jimmy let it go on for a bit, but when Grian didn’t say anything Jimmy decided to break the silence. “Uh, Grian?”

 “Shh!” Grian shushed him and didn’t stop his movements. “I think I just realized what Joel meant.”

 “What? What did he mean?” Jimmy asked. Grian gave no answer, which made Jimmy pout. And a few minutes later, when still nothing happened and no explanation was given, he finally settled down and gave in to the fact he would be here, being pet, at least until Joel came back with the food.

 Maybe then Joel would explain what he meant.

[kimakento]

fool in love

synopsis: as you tried your hardest to get over byun euijoo and his bad habit of drinking, you realised that he will never get over you. ⌙ 0.8k

pairing(s): ex!byun euijoo x fem!reader

genre(s): angst

warning(s): swearing, drinking problems/alcoholism, infidelity, mentions of cheating.

tags: ex!euijoo, previous established relationship, persistent euijoo, non idol!au

author’s note: i wrote this so quick wtf, i hope ej lunès enjoyyy!! disclaimer: this is not an in real life depiction of euijoo.

this is the part two to intoxicated

since your meet-up with jo, you’d been visibly getting better; you had stopped yourself from listening any of euijoo’s voicemails or reading any of his messages. to be honest, this was the best you’d ever been. in a long while.

but still, you tossed and turned at night; still worrisome over the situation. with a big sigh, you turned on the night light. it’s blinding rays caused you to blink uncontrollably. that was until you heard a knock on the door, paired along with a buzz from your phone, notifying you of a message. reaching out to your phone across on the dresser, you saw who sent a message.

it was byun euijoo.

your steps felt heavy as you stripped yourself of the warm embrace of your duvet and left your bed. another knock echoed in your ears as you opened the peephole, noticing euijoo standing there himself.

his appearance was most peculiar, his hair was dishevelled, he seemed as if to be stumbling around and euijoo looked visibly disoriented.

“open up, please.” a murmur came from his pretty lips.

worried, and with trembling hands, you got to unlocking your doors. that was when his head fell on your shoulder. somehow, you managed to pull him in and lock the door. the smell of liquor deepened as he picked his head up and walked to your couch and took a seat.

“take me back, i’ll do anything. i just need you. i….,” euijoo’s eyes were partially bloodshot, as he gripped your couch; his knuckles turning a deep shade of white. “i miss you.”

as you balled your fists, you couldn’t stop the sadness turning into raw anger. tears threatened to fall and your chest tightened. that familiar lump in your throat refused to dissipate as you turned your head away from him, avoiding his hazed gaze.

“get out.” was all you could reply. you weren’t sure if you meant it or if it was just the heat of the moment. maybe it was a way of coping.

you didn’t know.

you raised your voice once again, “i can’t believe you’re drunk right now. byun euijoo, i hate you.”

‘i love you’ you wanted to instead blurt out.

confusion took to his facial expression as he pleaded against it, “you know i never meant it. i really thought she was you.”

euijoo took hesitant steps towards you, reaching out his arm to touch yours. he needed to feel your warmth, you were slipping through his fingers every second he didn’t.

a lone tear ran down your cheek and as you backed away from his touch like a scorching flame that blistered at a single touch. “no, no, no. you don’t get to do that, byun. i’ve had to deal with your drunk ass constantly, i can’t believe you would do something like that. and with my best friend too?”

the emotions seemed to pour all out as you continued.

“you’re never sober when with me, i’m so sick of it. you just don’t get me, we’re so different and it hurts. when i first met y—“ a sob wracked your body and interrupted your speech. “when i first met you, you were kind and friendly and—you know… just the man for me. and now; look at you. i can barely stand to myself.”

his glazed eyes weren’t looking at you, they seemed to be looking through you. it was always like that, though. same thing each time, but just in another situation.

byun euijoo was drunk, again. just like he always was.

“we’re done, euijoo. didn’t you hear me the first time?” you held an accusatorial tone in your voice. “i never want to see you ever again.”

this time, he spoke clearly. “i’m so fucking sorry, i’m so sorry. this is all my fault.”

as much as you were mad at euijoo, you hated how his voice broke right then. yearning and longing consumed your heart, making it impossible for you to tear your watchful gaze away from the man.

the man you thought he was had disappeared, leaving a worser version in it’s wake.

his gaze met yours, and you interjected.

“i’m glad you finally know it’s all your fault. shit, i can’t do this right now. you’re shit-faced.” you stated again. “not once have we had a genuine conversation without you being drunk.”

with hitched breath, you placed two fingers on your nose bridge.

the silence was killing you inside; you just wanted to scream, to cry, to rage — to do anything. your emotions swirled like a hurricane inside as you felt the pent-up frustration build up. it was overwhelming your mental and physical being.

euijoo’s pleas went unheard but still listened to, “let me prove myself, huh?” his hands found yours, resonating with your warmth. he ran his finger over your knuckles, rubbing them as a way to assure you. “you know i love you so fucking much. everything i do is for you. i can’t live without you.”

yet, his hands were cold. very much unlike the searing love you had for him. you still envisioned the man euijoo could be, not the man he was. hesitantly, with his arms spread; signalling he wanted you in his embrace.

maybe it was that you missed him, or that a part of you still loved him.

because like the complete and utter fool in love you were, you accepted his shallow welcome.

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[fawnforgold]

| something worse than death |

albedo x reader | minors do not interact

warnings: fluff, established relationship, gender neutral reader, no pronouns for reader, he/him for albedo, very selfship coded, soulmate au (nothing explicitly said but still), i wrote this in drafts and just let my feelings for bedo spill out, super sappy and romantic (sorry), some light nsft stuff, humping and grinding, reader and albedo are kissing for most of this, reader has hair, reader is carried/swept off their feet, idk how many words this is i’m sorry.

a/n: this is a very, oddly personal fic to me and i tried letting go and just writing what i feel so here goes. this is kind of an early bday present to myself (my bday is tomorrow hehe) mutuals do not perceive me

tags: @auphelia @fleur-de-leap @suyacho @themovingcastlez @savvydabbydoo

his face nuzzled against yours, mouth falling open to let out a shaky breath. your hand reached for his, giving it a small squeeze as you sealed the deal with a kiss. your eyes flutter open only for a second and upon seeing his brows furrowed you feel something warm blossom across your chest.

everything feels blissful and a little too good to be true. when you pull away from albedo he let’s out an almost inaudible whine, and you thank the archons you were able to hear it. his eyes slowly open, expression unchanged until those turquoise gems of his land on your face, and then he smiles fondly.

he brushes away some strands of hair that fell in front of your face. “mmm, I’ve missed you.” he purrs against your lips.

you kiss him, again. “and i missed you.” and again. “my sweet, sweet, albedo.”

he hums as his eyes slowly close, now gingerly holding your face with both hands.

albedo wonders for a second if this was why he was created, to hold and love you, and then he’s sure of it. there is no doubt in his mind that’s why he was made.

when he leans in for another kiss it is no longer soft, but instead fervent. even so, his palms hold you gently, not a hint of aggression underneath his fingertips. no, what is hidden there instead are molecules and atoms that he will one day weave into stars that he’ll spread across the night sky.

every sparkling gift he shares will have been whispered many stories of his adoration for you. how he wooed you and whisked you away. so, that your love may live on even when the both of you have surely left this world. albedo promises to keep you safe from harm, even if that harm one day includes himself.

your fingers tip toe their way up his neck until they find purchase in his golden strands of hair, tugging him with yearning as your heart aches for more of him. you whisper something in his ear and he giggles in response. in one swift motion he sweeps you off your feet and carries you to the bed, pining you down with an adoring smile on his face.

albedo strokes his knuckle lightly along the side of your face, tilting his head to the side as he lets out a quiet sigh. he thinks to himself whether you’d always looked this beautiful—your hair spilling around your face while your body is cushioned on the bed—and then he smiles, chuckling to himself. of course you had. when hadn’t you? he couldn’t recall a time, not that it would matter either way. he’d love you, promise himself to you, wed you, and stay with you no matter the circumstances.

and that’s when he says those two words. “you’re beautiful.” and you believe him, because why would he ever give you a reason to distrust him?

he strokes your cheek with the pad of his thumb. “so beautiful..” he whispers, as if he himself is in disbelief of your beauty.

your eyes flutter as does your heart which beats fast within your chest. “oh, albedo..”

and like your bodies are in tune with one another, you lean for another kiss just as he does with you. his arms wrap around you, holding you close as if he fears he’d have to release you once again. he lays on his side and you do the same, whimpering in between breathless kisses. his hand finds its spot underneath your jaw just before he lays on his back and pulls you on top of him. he’s warm, incredibly so.

you can’t help but gasp as you feel his hands grab at you desperately. albedo fears for a moment that everything would soon come crashing down, that the eventual fall of his rising was to come next, but you’re quick to shush him and kiss away the tears he hadn’t realized had fallen.

he’s sure that no matter what happens after that he would end up in hell. that’s the only explanation he can come up with for how lucky he is to have fallen into your arms. everything good comes with a price, after all, and you surpass every great discovery he’s come to find.

it isn’t until he feels you grind against his lower region that he’s brought back to you. albedo holds your body in place by wrapping his arms around your waist as his hips thrust up to meet yours.

“fuck, you feel so.. mmm keep going, my love.” this is all albedo can whimper to keep from going mad.

and without a second thought you do as he asks of you. without questioning him you rub yourself against his bulge until he’s crying as he cums in his pants. he kisses you as he grinds against you, gasping each time you kiss him with am open mouth.

even after the two of you had long since stopped feeling up each other, you still cling to him. it’s weird, you think to yourself. odd how you know very little about this world but you can pinpoint the exact way to make him laugh. you know what makes him tick, what makes him truly ache with pain, but most of all you know him for who he truly is. when he cries of how ‘monstrous’ he is, you wrap him up in a warm blanket and hold him in your arms as you reassure him that he’s as human as anyone or anything could be.

and for a second, just one minuscule moment, he believes you. for a brief moment your voice calms him in ways no other could, and you heal the cold voice that speaks to him from his memories. yes, albedo thinks, this is what it means to be human. even if only for that small moment, he is human, he is real.

[the-iceni-bitch]

Watch as Our World Has Begun

Relationship: Jake Jensen x Ari Levinson (bear and cubby, NLLYL AU)

Words: ~2.6k

Summary: Their first time together is life changing.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (m/m sex, anal fingering, lots of foreplay, unprotected anal sex but they both got tested beforehand, size kink, dirty talk), established relationship, first time together, so much fluff, declarations of love, all of the feelings, SMUT!! 18+ ONLY!!

A/N: I LOVE THEM! Oh my god, I’ve missed them so much. I actually wrote this all in one sitting and I hope you guys enjoy seeing our boys again!

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Jake’s hands were shaking when he finished washing the last dish. He stared at the sink, trying to figure out what to do about the bear who was looming behind him.

Tonight was the night. He’d packed an overnight bag and everything. As soon as Ari said he wanted to make Jake dinner at his penthouse it had been like a clock started ticking down to when he was finally going to have his massive boyfriend inside him. It was about time, too. Five dates and two months later and he was ready to explode.

It helped that you had been there to hype Jake up. In fact, you’d been trying to get him underneath Ari pretty much since you got back from your honeymoon and we’re very annoyed that your efforts hadn’t paid off until now. But you were still there for Jake, you’d even managed to convince him to get waxed. He had never thought he would be the dude to get all of the hair in his taint ripped out, but you managed to convince him to do the weirdest shit. It did feel kind of nice, though.

“Baby.” Ari chuckled when Jake jumped about a foot in the air when he pressed his chest to his back, hushing the man when he made a soft sound of need and kissing his temple. “Do you wanna watch some TV or go get ready for bed?”

“Bed!” Jake blushed when he said it very enthusiastically, grinning sheepishly when Ari turned him around and gave him that gorgeous smile that made him melt. “I mean…”

“Oh, I know what you mean, cubby.” Ari cupped the younger man’s jaw and kissed him softly as he began to walk him back towards the bedroom. “Keep breathing, baby.”

“Whoops.” Jake giggled and blushed even more, moaning when Ari pressed his giant hand against the small of his back until he had to stand on his tiptoes while his man deepened the kiss. “Although, if you’re gonna kiss me like this, my lack of breath is not totally my fault.”

“Ugh, I love when you get sassy.” Ari slapped Jake’s ass with a playful growl before tossing the blonde onto the bed and crawling on top of him.

Neither of them could say anything when Ari smashed his lips to Jake’s and groaned, every inch of their bodies touching while their tongues met and Jake buried his hands in the older man’s hair. Jake couldn’t stop whimpering when Ari gripped his hips and rolled his body against his, sucking on Ari’s tongue and pulling on his hair as he wrapped his legs around that thick waist that spread into even thicker shoulders. Ari let out a deep purr that made Jake’s eyes roll all the way back, and it just went on when Jake whined so prettily he thought of going to buy a ring right then and there. But instead he just ducked lower to lick Jake’s throat.

Jake needed him so much, needed to feel his bare skin. He pushed Ari back just long enough to yank the man’s shirt over his head and gasp before Ari’s tongue was in his mouth again.

“Jesus Christ.” Jake groaned when Ari bit his jaw and he looked down at his bare torso, the golden tanned skin and the dark hair and the muscles. “How the fuck are you even real?”

“Look who’s talking.” Ari grinned at Jake when the blonde pushed his hair out of his face while he leaned over him, starting to slide his fingers under the edge of the younger man’s shirt so slowly. “With this tiny waist and your perky ass? You’re a little wet dream, cub.”

“You mean this ass?” Jake was finally starting to feel more relaxed, laughing softly when he rolled over and popped his ass up in the air so Ari could smack it again.

“You’re fucking adorable.” Ari leaned down and bit Jake’s ear, pushing the t-shirt over his baby’s head and starting to kiss his way down his spine until he reached the small of his back and paused. “Oh my god, baby… you have a tramp stamp?”

“Oh shit!” Just like that Jake’s nerves were back, trying to roll back over unsuccessfully while Ari stared at the tattoo he had completely forgotten he had until this moment. “It’s nothing!”

“Well now I’m extremely interested.” Ari laughed and nipped at Jake’s hip when the man groaned and buried his face in the pillows, furrowing his brow while he took in the intricate lettering that covered the small of Jake’s back. “It’s beautiful. I don’t recognize the language, what is it?”

“Elvish.” Jake’s voice was muffled when he kept his face buried in the pillow. Leave it to his nerdy impulses to derail what was supposed to be some mind blowing sex, he knew he should have gotten the thing removed.

“Uh-huh, and what does it say?” Ari kissed the tattoo lovingly and hummed against Jake’s skin when his baby huffed out a frustrated breath. “C’mon cub, I’m not gonna leave it alone.”

“Fine.” Jake looked at his boyfriend over his shoulder and blushed beet red, rubbing his eyes and sighing before going into the ridiculous details of his stupid tattoo. “Just remember that I was drunk when I got it. Have you seen or read the Lord of the Rings?” Jake spluttered when Ari shook his head and had to blink a few times to recenter himself. “Okay, well… we’ll fix that later. Anyway, there’s a riddle to get into the mine of Moria and I thought it would be hilarious to put the riddle right above my ass… it says ‘Speak friend and enter.’”

The look on Ari’s face was unreadable and it made Jake want to hide under the covers and never leave. Then his man started turning red, and then his body started shaking, and all of a sudden he was laughing uncontrollably and Jake couldn’t help but join him.

“Stop laughing! Ari!” Jake’s sides started hurting he was wheezing so hard, but he loved the sound of Ari’s laugh more than anything in the world. “My twenties were kinda crazy, I would do anything on a dare!”

“Aww, baby!” Ari guffawed and rubbed his cheek into the small of Jake’s back before climbing back up the man’s body and kissing his cheek. “I love you so fucking much, oh my god.”

“You… what?!” Jake felt like he had emotional whiplash with all the left turns this night kept taking. He had not expected to get the first declaration of this man’s love for him after revealing his ill advised tattoo. “You love me?”

“I mean… yeah.” Ari’s gaze was soft when he finally managed to take a deep breath, turning Jake over and resting his forehead against the blonde’s while he licked his lips. “I love you a lot. Like… endgame love.”

“Oh…” And just like that Jake felt like he was floating on air, his heart thumping against his ribs so hard he was worried they were going to break. “I love you too.”

“Yeah?” Ari kissed Jake tenderly and sighed when he nodded, holding him close and sliding his tongue between his lips while they started grinding against each other again. “Say it again, baby.”

“I love you.” Jake moaned when Ari sucked a bruise against his jaw and reached to grab the lube from the bedside table. “I love you, Ari.”

“I love you, Jake.” Ari started undoing Jake’s jeans when the younger man whined with need, biting his collarbone gently when he felt Jake’s fingers working at his fly in turn. “I fucking love you.”

Jake arched his hips and panted desperately while Ari tugged off his jeans and boxer briefs, pushing Ari’s pants off as well and keening when he felt the heavy weight of the older man’s cock resting against his hip. He already knew this was it for him, he was a goner for this man. And he’d never been happier.

“Baby, you’re so smooth, Jesus.” Ari growled against Jake’s cheek when he lubed up his fingers and slid them between Jake’s legs, rubbing their noses together when Jake hitched a knee over his hip to open himself up more. “You do all that for me baby?”

“Mmhm, yeah… ooooooh my god.” Jake’s breath hitched when just one of Ari’s thick fingers slipped inside his clenching hole, his head tilting back so the older man could lick and suck at his throat. “Ohmyfuckingjesuschrist…”

“Yeah, that’s so good, Jake.” Ari cupped the back of Jake’s head while he kept stretching him open, pressing gentle kisses over his neck and jaw while the blonde whined. “Right there?”

“Yes… ah shit!” Jake was going to lose his mind and they hadn’t even gotten to the second finger yet. But Ari was already rubbing his prostate while his thumb teased his taint and it was utterly unfair how good this man was at sex.

“Shhh, relax. Breathe for me, cubby.” Ari slid in a second finger and smiled against Jake’s skin when he felt the younger man’s cock twitch against his thigh. “Oh honey, gonna make me addicted to making you feel good, that look on your face. You’re so goddamn perfect.”

Jake couldn’t answer him, he could only moan stupidly when Ari pressed his thumb into his taint harder while he scissored his fingers. If this was how he was feeling from just prep, how was it going to be once Ari was inside him? He couldn’t dwell on that thought, though, because suddenly there was a third finger stretching him wide and holy fucking shit the man’s fingers were thicker than most of the cocks Jake had taken in his life.

Ari sucked on that sensitive spot behind Jake’s ear and the man’s entire body arched off the bed. The blonde started babbling mindlessly, begging Ari for more, telling him he was ready. He was practically sobbing, he needed his bear so bad.

“Please… oh god…” Jake shook and bit his lips when Ari curled his fingers one last time, turning his head so he could rub his nose against a bearded cheek while he whimpered pathetically. “Ari…”

“You ready for me, Jake?” Ari rolled until he was laying on top of Jake, smiling when the blonde nodded as he pulled his fingers out of him.

The two of them gazed deeply into each other’s eyes while Ari pushed Jake’s knees up towards his chest with just one massive hand while the other smeared lube all over his throbbing cock. Neither of them said anything about it, but they were both unbelievably happy that they had gotten tested before tonight so a condom wasn’t needed. All they wanted was to feel every inch of each other with no barriers, and now they would.

Ari’s eyes were intense as he lined himself up with Jake’s hole, his broad chest pressing against Jake’s knees while he swallowed Jake’s breaths. He pushed his hips forward slowly, screwing his eyes closed and letting out a low, guttural noise when the tip of his cock caught on Jake’s rim for just a second before sliding inside. The way Jake clutched at his shoulders and choked only made things more intense, the two of them holding on for dear life as their bodies joined.

“Oh god, baby…” Ari shuddered when his hips met the backs of Jake’s thighs, grinning like a fool and cupping the younger man’s face in his hands while he breathed deeply. “You feel so fucking good, Jake, you okay?”

“Yeah…”

Jake was more than okay. He ran his hands up Ari’s shoulders until they were tangled in his hair, gasping into his mouth when he began giving small thrusts of his hips. The movements Ari made were smooth and sensuous, deep strokes that seemed designed to make Jake feel everything. It should be unnatural that someone could move like that, that someone so large could be so deliberate and delicate with someone else. But there was very little that was natural about Ari Levinson.

“There ya go… look at you, baby.” Ari held Jake’s head so tenderly as his movements grew more pronounced, kissing the corner of his mouth while he dug his knees into the mattress and leaned into it. “Tell me how you’re feeling, cub, lemme hear it.”

“I feel… feel so good… so fucking good, Ari.” Jake almost choked on his own tongue when Ari ground into him deep, pulling on the older man’s hair and arching his back to meet Ari’s thrusts. “Oh god, you’re so deep, don’t stop.”

“Never.” Ari leaned back for just a second, letting Jake wind his legs around his waist before pressing their bodies together again and kissing the younger man’s collarbone. “I’ll never stop, Jake. I love you, tell me you love me.”

“Love you.” Jake whimpered when Ari gave a pointed thrust of his hips, his wide stretched hole fluttering around the older man’s thick cock when he started getting sloppy and desperate with his movements. “Love you so fucking much, oh my fucking god.”

Jake didn’t think he would ever be able to stop saying it. His life was forever changed from this moment onwards. There was no picture of his future he could come up with that didn’t have Ari in it, that didn’t involve him underneath this man as often as possible and giving himself over to him completely. He felt like his cock was in his throat, like his guts were getting constantly rearranged in addition to his heart.

Ari moved his face back to Jake’s as he started thrusting faster, his firm abdomen rubbing against Jake’s leaking cock while he rested his forehead against the blonde’s. He kept his eyes fixed on Jake’s as he kissed him deeply, smiling against his lips and groaning when he felt Jake starting to clench. His thumbs ran over Jake’s cheeks lovingly, his breath leaving him in a low grunt when Jake looked at him with those big blue eyes as he started moving more vigorously when he felt Jake’s body getting tighter.

“Give it to me, Jake.” Ari growled when Jake squeezed his waist with his lithe thighs, his lips insistent while he punched his cock into his boy’s tight little hole. “Oh fuck, I wanna feel you come for me, cubby. Please, baby.”

The sound of Ari begging him pushed Jake over the edge with a shout, his cum exploding out of the tip of his cock when Ari drove against his prostate and made his body arch off the bed. His eyes rolled back in his skull and he threw his head back as he sobbed through his orgasm, Ari’s lips on his throat and his groan making his entire body vibrate while he kept clenching and fluttering around Ari’s fat cock. Jake moaned when Ari started to swell inside him, wrapping his legs even tighter around Ari’s waist as the older man nipped at his bottom lip.

“I want it, bear.” Jake licked Ari’s lips and brushed their noses together. “Come inside me.”

“Whatever you want, cubby.” Ari ground his hips deep and pressed his palms against the mattress on either side of Jake’s head, grunting as his movements started to stutter before he started to tense up. “Always whatever you want.”

Ari tossed his head back and practically roared as his cum flooded Jake’s ass, his eyes screwing shut while he vibrated and pumped his seed as deep as possible. That was a sight Jake decided he was never going to get enough of, the way Ari’s body rolled and his tongue flicked over his lips as he made those delicious noises perhaps the most beautiful thing he’d experienced in his life. Jake smiled and huffed out a breath when Ari collapsed on top of him, laughing when his bear growled pleasantly and nuzzled into his throat.

“Mmm, that was incredible.” Jake sighed and let himself melt into the bed, purring when Ari wrapped his arms around him. “I think you may have broken my brain a little bit.”

“Yeah? Well I love that.” Ari grinned when he gently kissed Jake’s lips, chuckling when he rolled so Jake was laying on top of him. “And I didn’t even need to solve that riddle.”

[bangtanintotheroom]

🎃 SKZ as Halloween Couple Costumes 🎃

• Pairing: OT8 x (F)Reader

• Genre: Non-Idol!AU, Fluff, Humor, Established Relationship

• Rating: PG-15

• Words: 3.5k

• Summary: In which you and your boyfriend choose and experience the fun and chaos of your couple costume.

• Warnings/themes: drinking, swearing, partying, kissing, cuddling, jealousy, mentions of sucking (hehe), implied sexual content, a single threat of bodily harm, all the guys are dorks and whipped, Chan being delulu for OC, Minho is a terror, Changbin being a sweet furry, Hyunjin looking like sin itself, Han getting no respect from the young’ns, Felix is a mess (in the best way), Seungmin taking his role too seriously, Jeongin is always prepared

• Notes: Happy Halloween y’all! 🎃🦇🖤 I really wasn’t planning on writing anything for the holiday, but this idea came to me last week and the more I wrote, the more I had to see it through. It’s my mini break from some of the other more serious fics I’ve been working on again, so enjoy! ✨

• Taglist: @jimilter @joontied @minisugakoobies @minttangerines @sugalaritae2 @crisle19 @codeinebelle @kookprada @saweetspoiled @effielumiere @m1sss1mp

Chan - Gomez and Morticia Addams

You suggest these and your boyfriend is immediately on board because of the all-black outfits

That, and the fact that he gets to have any excuse to lay his lips on you (not like you never allow it)

You help him draw his mustache on, but it takes a few tries due to him giggling like a schoolgirl

“I think my Freddie one was better.” “Quiet, Chris.”

Talk about in-character

THIS MAN WILL NOT STOP KISSING YOU

On your lips even though you keep scolding him for almost smearing your red lipstick, on your neck, up and down your arm

But Chan doesn’t care, even when your friend group clowns him for the act

He just keeps on kissing like there’s no tomorrow

The real kicker comes in later that night when you hear a familiar song come on over Jeongin’s speakers

Your eyes were quick to land on your boyfriend, his expression painting him as the culprit for the music choice

All it took was a tilt of your painted mouth to invite him to walk over before holding a hand out

“Shall we?”

With nearly frightening precision, the two of you recreate the tango from Addams Family Values (minus the backflips and knife-throwing)

The applause and cheers that surround you as you both embrace is deafening, but it’s nothing compared to the way Chan looks down at you with sheer infatuation

It’s only amplified by the words he whispers as he leans in towards your face

“Cara mia.”

This time, you welcome the passionate kiss he places on your lips, arms wrapped tight around his neck with nothing but devotion

Minho - Chucky and Tiffany

“I know what we can dress up as.”

The second Minho came up and said that, you knew you were in for either a good time or a bad time

As soon as he showed you the pic on his phone, you threw your head back and laughed, wiping tears afterwards

“Why am I not surprised? Sure.”

The days leading up to Halloween involve shopping and your boyfriend practicing his ‘serial killer face’ in the bathroom mirror

Your makeup was darker than usual and the eyebrows were a bitch to draw on, but they were nothing compared to Minho’s scars

“Couldn’t you have bought the tattoos instead?” “They’re wack, yours are way better.”

Somewhere behind that compliment is him just giving you more work to do for the sake of it. So you just mumble your appreciation while pretending to be oblivious to the eyes fixated on your pronounced cleavage

After heading outside, you think you did the makeup too well

On the way over to the haunted house, a few trick-or-treaters recoil in fear and parents usher their children out of your paths

Minho is quick to point this out

“See, jagi? You think some wash-off tattoos would make that happen?”

Leave it to this man to inflate your ego with no hesitation. Now you walk down the sidewalks with your chin held high, on an equal level with your lover

The haunted house was decent, even though you almost decked an actor or two in the face, and hanging out with your mutual circle was even better. Before you know it, everyone is splitting up to head back to their humble abodes

Except for you and Minho

It was clear that you two weren’t ready to call it a night by the way you peered at each other

“Wanna go for a walk?” “Sure.”

Not a walk in the park, but a walk through a cemetery; you and Minho were never the most sane people

A stroll through the nearby graveyard was oddly peaceful with a taste of eeriness lying underneath, the path lit by scattered streetlamps and the moonlight

“You really do look gorgeous, jagi.”

The brief silence was broken by your lover’s low but earnest voice, peeking up to see him watching you with soft eyes

The scars and stitches on Minho’s face did little to ruin the adoration radiating through

“Don’t tell me you have a thing for dolls.” “If the doll looks like you, then I sure do.”

You had to stop the walk to stifle your laugh, not wanting to rudely disturb the dead

But once you finished, your teeth flashed at your boyfriend before you held his hand tighter

“I might have the same problem as you, then.”

The expression that came over him was something that was definitely inappropriate for your current setting, but it didn’t stop him from stepping close and leaning in towards your lips

That is, until you heard a noise in the distance that made you squeak and cling onto him

“What was that?!”

Minho played it off like he wasn’t bothered, but you could feel his heart beating a little faster through your pressed chests

“Maybe we should head home so you don’t pass out from fear.”

With your urgency, you followed close as he practically dragged you out of the graveyard, smirking behind his back at the way he kept looking around at every little noise

Who knew a ‘serial killer’ was afraid of ghosts?

Changbin - Beauty and the Beast

Oh, the way he reacted to the costumes you chose was just precious

As soon as you laid the golden gown out on your bed, Changbin was quick to hop up in joy

“You mean—?!” “Yup!”

The both of you grew up on Beauty and the Beast, but the love for the film was rekindled when you chose to watch it on one of your first dates with together

Watching each other gush over favorite parts and singing along to all the songs cemented the Disney movie as something special in your relationship

Which is why your lover wastes no time in getting his part of the outfit together

You encourage him not to go all out in a fursuit, but to at least get something reminiscent to what Beast would wear

So when he shows up on your doorstep to pick you up, you’re practically bursting at the seams

Horns on his head and a blue tailcoat outfit with ruffles sticking out from his built chest. And…

“Did you put fangs in?” “Mmh-mmh!”

He welcomes the kisses you plant on him until one of his fangs comes loose

“Yah, chill!”

After a quick fix, the two of you walk hand in hand to the fairgrounds, taking care not to let the dirt sully your outfits

You’re holding your skirts up most of the time, but Changbin is quick to take over whenever he could see your arms getting tired

He even took it upon himself to lift and carry you over a giant spot of mud

“Princesses need to stay prim and proper!”

The both of you are one of the last to leave, getting carried away with dancing and taking pictures in every possible area

Despite the way your eyes are drooping, you kindly decline your boyfriend’s offer to carry you home, noticing how he looked ready to sleep as well

After washing up and changing into comfier clothes, you lay in bed with Changbin’s head on your chest, catching up on the mystery novel you had started recently

“Jagi?”

You peek down from the pages to see his drowsy eyes gazing up at you

“Read to me?”

There was no part of you that could say no to that face

You continued, reading out loud in a soft voice while Changbin hummed in interest at the subject matter

But at some point, you both doze off, the plot twist waiting to be revealed the next day

The beast and his princess needed some rest

Hyunjin - Vampire and Victim

There was little room for discussion on what Hyunjin was going to be for Halloween

His entire being screamed that he was the perfect template for a vampire, and you? You were going to be his willing victim

Even though he gave you sass (when does he never?), Hyunjin was quick to jump on board when you suggested Edward and Bella as an alternative

“Absolutely not. I am not washing glitter out of my hair for days.” “Great! I hung your cloak in your closet.”

For someone who was fussing at first, he spent forever in the bathroom getting ready while you sat on his bed in your gauzy dress

“Hyunjin, how long does it take to put some eyeshadow on?” “I have to have the perfect depth and shape! Just five more minutes, angel.”

Five turns into twenty and by the time you hear him step out, your mouth is open and ready to fire off, but the barbs are shot down when you lay your eyes on your boyfriend

“How do I look?”

Like a character straight from an Anne Rice novel; dark hair cascading around his face, burgundy tinted around his eyes and a light trail of blood dripping down his plump lips. He’s absolute perfection

But all that comes out of your mouth is a jumbled noise

One that makes Hyunjin laugh boldly, effectively breaking the spell

“What was that?!” “Sh-shut up! Please tell me you’re done so I can call the Lyft.”

Thankfully, he is, and now you can both make your way down to the city

The streets are crowded, despite its wide berth, forcing you two to hold onto each other tight

Especially when some eyes lingered in your direction for a little too long

You felt Hyunjin’s arms tighten when a lumberjack blatantly looks you up and down

“Stay close to me.”

You’re quick to show your disapproval when an undead nurse shoots your lover a coy smile

“I should be saying that to you.”

The further the night goes on, the more on edge you are

You were used to people checking out your boyfriend, but tonight was a new record

Hyunjin seemed to be as miffed as you were, his replies becoming more and more terse and his stare growing sharper

After a group of cheerleaders yelled at him that he looked hot as fuck, you stopped in your tracks

“I want to go.”

Your low request had his head turning, frowning at how bothered your expression became; a far cry from the light-hearted one you started with

“Y/N?” “Can we just go home and watch some movies? There’s too many people here.”

Crowds were never a problem for you. Hyunjin was quick to discern what troubled you, holding your hand tighter before dragging you off to the side

Despite you asking what he was doing, he continued until he was able to pin you against one of the buildings

“Hyunjin?”

He remained silent, a faint fire in his dark eyes as he leaned down to latch his mouth onto your neck

For what felt like an eternity, his lips and teeth lavished onto your skin, taking care to avoid the puncture marks you drew

You didn’t mind the sudden attack, but the two of you were in plain sight!

You even made eye contact with a few passersby, reactions ranging from flustered to encouraging. Although, you couldn’t bring yourself to stop, fingers running up and down the back of his silk shirt

By the time Hyunjin released your neck, you were panting softly, taking in the now satisfied look on his handsome face

“Sorry, darling, but I had to let everyone know you’re mine.”

Oh. That explains everything, especially the light throbbing on a specific spot on your skin

“I’m gonna have to cover this up for work tomorrow.” “Mm.”

He didn’t seem too concerned, but honestly, you weren’t either. Especially now that you had a new problem to fix

“I still think we should go home.”

Judging by your tone, Hyunjin could tell that you were distressed in a different way now, lips quirking with knowing

“Why? Do you want me to suck your blood?” “You can suck something else instead.”

Jisung - Howl and Sophie

From the moment you and Jisung began dating, he had been secretly planning what your first couple costume would be

As soon as you asked him if he wanted to dress up with you, he beamed, full cheeks expanding

Without hesitation, he suggested Howl and Sophie

You were down with the idea, your boyfriend having made you watch the movie about seven times now, causing it to crawl into your top ten list

Although, your enthusiasm lessened when he asked you to do the old woman version

“Jisung, be for real.” “I am! How are people going to understand the costume if you don’t?!”

You can only take so much more of his obnoxious whining (he said people would think he was just some sort of vampire and you threw on your grandmother's curtains!) before you snap and give in

The kisses he plants all over your face mitigate your annoyance a little. Only a little

At least there aren’t too many people who see you in your attire on Halloween night; the two of you remained inside and handed out candy to trick-or-treaters

The reactions ranged from familiarity to straight-up confusion

You almost bust a gut when a tween insisted that Jisung was dressed up as Jareth

“I’m not the Goblin King!” “You sure about that?”

Your cackles escaped as soon as he slammed the door in their face, grumbling about how that kid didn’t know shit

As soon as the last bag was given out, the porch lights were turned off and the two of you released simultaneous sighs

“Movie time?” “Yup.”

Your social batteries recharged as you and Jisung curled up on the couch, reacting strongly to the jumpscares on the screen and hiding behind the blanket whenever the gore got to be too much

After the second movie ended, he stood up and stretched, declaring the need for a bathroom break

You felt like watching one more film before calling it a night, putting it upon yourself to choose this time

When Jisung returned, his ears perked up at a recognizable tune coming from the TV

The grin you shot over the back of the couch erased whatever sleepiness he was feeling

“One more?”

He gave an even brighter smile, quickly retaking his previous spot

“One more.”

Felix - Pokémon Trainers

Something simple yet noticeable; that was the theme you and Felix were going for

And this was how you both ended up as Pokemon trainers

It felt nice to wear something that didn’t prevent you from using the bathroom or put you at risk of flashing someone

Plus, your boyfriend just looked too adorable with his cap on

The party at his best friend’s house is fun and loose, everyone dressed in all sorts of costumes as they played drinking games and danced to the blaring music

Felix throws his Pokeballs around all night, but manages to keep track of them, slipping them back into his fanny pack with ease

That is, until the liquor starts entering his system and he runs up to you in a panic

“I LOST MY BALLS!”

He screams that in the middle of Changbin’s packed living room, attracting all types of attention

You shoot everyone a nervous smile before dragging your whining partner out by the hand

“Let’s go find your balls, ‘Lix.”

The two of you manage to catch them all before deciding to get some fresh air

Sitting outside in the cool air on a patch of the backyard with your boyfriend is peaceful, his flush lessening as you both relaxed into the grass

But then you felt something thump into your leg, looking down to see a Pokeball laying next to you

“Felix…did you just throw that at me?” “Yeah.”

You frowned and prepared to scold him, but knowing his thought process at times, there had to be a reason

“Why?”

With the most heart-tugging expression on his face, he explained, “Because I choose you. And I always will.”

Maybe it’s the shots from before, but your entire body heated up at his words, your cheeks receiving the worst of it

“Dork.” “Your dork.”

You didn’t deny it, shooting Felix a smile that expressed your mutual affection for him instead. He returned the emotion before leaning in for a kiss

That is, until you stopped him

“Not in front of Pikachu.”

Felix looked down at the plushie sitting between the two of you, choosing to turn it so its back is to you before leaning in again

“He’ll be alright.”

Seungmin - Baseball Furies

Your boyfriend was a low-key kind of guy, which you always liked about him

So you were surprised when he suggested to dress up and go to Hyunjin’s big Halloween bash

But you were less surprised at who he wanted to go as

Now the two of you walked into his friend’s house, dressed in crisp baseball uniforms with your faces covered in paint

This was definitely an obscure choice, but you didn’t fight it; at least he dressed up as something

At first, you admire Seungmin’s ability to stay true to his character, nodding in greetings or using his eyes to speak

But as the night goes on, his silence works on your nerves

“Baby, do you want some punch?” “…”

“Is my paint cracking?” “…”

“Did you see Chan around?” “…”

By the time Hyunjin made it to the two of you to say hi, your patience was paper-thin

“Seungmin, aren’t you going to say hi?”

More silence that led to you leaning in to growl, “I’m gonna shove this bat up your ass and turn you into a popsicle if you don’t speak.”

Nothing. Just a blank stare that had you groaning in frustration while Hyunjin giggled

“So dedicated!”

You give up on getting your boyfriend to talk eventually, making your rounds to catch up with familiar faces

But by the time you get back to Seungmin, he has an odd look on his face

“Seungmin? What’s wrong?”

His stare is stony, looking across the crowded room at something

When you follow his gaze, it takes your entire willpower not to say ‘are you fucking kidding me?’

For there was a party-goer dressed in a well-known leather vest, shooting the same piercing look back at your boyfriend

“Seungmin. Really?”

Really, judging by the way he refused to break the staring match

Fed up, you snatched the bat from his hand, giving his ass a light swat

“Ow! Hey!” Finally, some words

Scowling, you point the end of the lumber into his face, glad to see the caution replace the stoicism from before

"Grow up or you won't get past first base tonight.”

A puppy-like pout formed as he sunk under your gaze

“Yes ma’am.”

Jeongin - Luffy and Zoro

Ever since the live-action movie came out, all you and your boyfriend could talk about was One Piece, One Piece, One Piece

It was only natural that for Halloween, you both dressed up as your characters of choice

You were not surprised he picked Luffy, but he couldn’t mask his own when you told him that you were doing Zoro

“What? I think I can rock the hell out of green hair.”

Not the type to enjoy giant crowds, the two of you headed over to his best friend Seungmin’s for a little get-together for the night

Your outfits were a hit with the crew

“Wow, you guys went all out!” “My knees are cold.” “I’m already getting a headache from this wig.”

The time with your friends went by swiftly, including Jeongin being a menace to Chan over his Dracula costume and you showing off your limited sword trick knowledge (until you almost knocked over a stack of Seungmin’s books)

Before you knew it, it was time to head back

Parting ways, you and your boyfriend returned to your place to undress and wind down for the night

Until Jeongin said something that caught your attention

“I forgot I had these in my pockets!”

You turned, jaw dropping to see him pulling an absurd amount of gold coins out of his shorts

“Jeongin! Were you planning to make it hail or something?”

The way his fox-like eyes squinted was enough of an answer, making you laugh in disbelief as you finished removing your socks

“Maybe I can still put them to good use?”

You knew this man was up to no good, but you still dared to look up again, raising a painted brow

“How so?”

Jeongin stepped closer to you, head cocked as he smirked while juggling the fake doubloon between his long fingers

“Show me more of your sword tricks?”

You gave your boyfriend an expression of feigned haughtiness, straightening up to cross your legs and lean back on your arms

“I don’t know if you could afford it. I’ve got a pretty high bounty.”

Jeongin was quick to dive in his pockets and pull out handfuls of the coins, a couple clattering onto your bedroom floor

“I’ll be the judge of that.”

©bangtanintotheroom, 2023. Do not repost to other sites or copy without permission.

[simplytheevebest]

Farah the Fern AU

Chapter 8: Farah's giving Saul the silent treatment.

So I'm in the shower this morning and my brain said "haha what if you wrote something for Farah the Fern" and I said "wouldn't that be nice, if only I had the inspiration" and my brain said "jot this down" and I damn near rushed out of there with soap still in my hair because when the muse talks, you listen, quick.

So we all collectively lost our minds at those photos of Eve in Mexico right? The hair, the dress, the vibe, it's everything. I'm gonna scream.

Farah the Fern Masterlist

“Farah please.”

Saul’s been kneeling on the floor so long he’s either lost feeling or he’s numb to the ache. He’d paced a bit earlier, but wasn’t sure if that came across more aggressive, his towering over her like that. So instead he kneels before the coffee table, devoted and apologetic for whatever sin he’s committed. The fern is unresponsive, not a twitch of leaves to show she’s listening, nor even the re-furling of the fronds to show she’s not. She hasn’t turned into a cactus though, which Saul takes as a good sign. He just wishes he knew what he’d done to get the silent treatment.

“I’ll make it up to you if only you tell me what I’m trying to make up,” Saul pleads. He’s not above begging, not when it’s Farah. Maybe asking is part of the problem, maybe this is one of those “you should know why you’re apologizing” issues, and his ignorance is fuel to the fire of her ire.

“I’m sorry, for whatever it is. I didn’t mean it. Or I do mean it, whichever makes you less mad,” Saul tries, knowing he’s either digging himself deeper into a hole, or out: either way, he’s digging.

“What are you doing?”

Saul turns his head to the door, where Farah leans against the frame, arms folded loosely around her middle.

“I’m trying to figure out why you’re mad at me,” Saul answers automatically, then does a double takes, stands so abruptly his cramping legs fail him. He knocks into the coffee table and almost knocks over the not-Farah fern, then is forced to clutch at the nearest armchair, pins and needles lancing up and down the numb appendages. He rubs at them, twisting his neck up to look at her, standing there with her lips pressed thin together and her eyes lit with mirth, then back to the unresponsive fern on the table almost accusingly.

“How long have you been talking to that fern?” Farah asks, and she’s not even trying to hide the tremulous undercurrent of laughter in her tone.

“Depends, how long have you not been a fern?”

“Since this morning,” Farah steps fully into the room, “The girls wanted my opinion on something and I had some magic reserved so I thought I’d make a day of it.”

“‘Bout that long then,” Saul says a little sheepishly, “I thought you were just ignoring me, I got back from the morning training and you- er, it wouldn’t respond to me.”

“And I thought we’d spend a pleasant afternoon together, I never dreamed I’d find you enthralled by another plant. Should I be offended, or jealous?” Farah teases, coming to stand close enough she can straighten the wrinkled lines of his shirt. Unnecessary, because it’s just a t-shirt, not some nice buttoned up thing he has to worry about the appearance of. But she does this, or she’s been doing this, finding little excuses to initiate physical contact when she’s back to her old self. Saul knows she misses it, when she’s not her old self.

“Neither, your fronds are nicer,” Saul teases back, and Farah bats at his chest with a tsk. He reaches up to toy with a bit of her hair: it’s been a while since she’s stood before him like this, and the caramel has lightened to more of a butterscotch.

“Your hair’s lighter,” Saul comments, and Farah huffs.

“I think I’ve been getting too much sun.”

“I like it,” Saul grins and leans in a little, not enough, but clear in his intent, “How much longer have you got?”

“At least until tomorrow morning,” Farah answers; she slides her arms around his neck in a practiced, easy motion at the same time Saul steps closer, hands on her hips.

“Good, clearly I’ve got to make up for lost time.”

“You sure it’s me you want to spend time with? Not your other fern friend?” Farah teases and Saul kisses the tip of her nose; she scrunches it in response.

“You’re the only fern for me,” Saul retorts and Farah bursts out laughing.

[vinelark]

fic writer meme

thank you [checks notes] @megafaunatic, @cairoscene, @englishsub, @yuebings, and @cafecliche for the tags ilu

1. How many works do you have on Ao3? 15! which is solidly 14 more than i ever expected to have on there when i made the account

2. What's your total Ao3 word count? 277,844

3. What fandoms do you write for? on ao3: mdzs/cql, tgcf, shl, and dc. in groupchats/dms/my own head i’m running wild all over the place

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? 🐉 this river runs to you 💍 i’ll have you and you’ll have me 🪐 i will be chasing a starlight ⚔️ you’re the trouble that i always find 🌊 a wave crashes to shore

5. Do you respond to comments? not often; i have made multiple attempts to start replying regularly but all have eventually failed in the face of me desperately wanting to show my earnest and genuine appreciation for each comment vs. wanting to hide my blushing face under a pillow every time. also, because of who i am as a person, each time i sat down to do it i ended up spending hours making little progress and eventually decided that i will make an effort to spend those hours writing or commenting on other fics instead. i am honored by each and every one though!!!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? while i tend to write angst it is always firmly of the “with a happy ending” sort. the one exception is my shortest fic (originally posted on twitter) never been away so long, which is more of an ambiguous/open ending with implied angst. i dooooo outline the eventual happy ending in the endnotes, though. also as it CURRENTLY stands buy back the secrets ends on one hell of an angsty note, but there are two more chapters in the works to fix that.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? despite the wangxian star trek au having like 20k of deliriously happy post-misunderstanding sex, i think trrty has to have the happiest ending because not only does the fic end happily, but there are also multiple very happy codas in which wwx gets a good night’s sleep, finally gets to bang his dragon boyfriend, and, my personal fav, one by aubreyli where wangxian go flying in a thunderstorm.

8. Do you get hate on fics? not so far, for which i am grateful but mostly lucky.

9. Do you write smut? occasionally; on ao3 there’s the aforementioned trrty coda, plus the aforementioned cowritten wangxian pon farr sequence 💪

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you have written? hmm, i’m not opposed to crossovers—i’ve read some really fun ones (recent fav crossover read here)—but i’d have to be really compelled by both source materials and have a very clear vision for how they interact to want to write one myself. i’ve written a few fandom fusions (aforementioned wangxian star trek au; i also started a wangxian dragon age au but again, no dragon age characters were going to show up, just the world/setting) but no full-on crossovers. i did have one partially drafted wangxian fic that was going to have a hua cheng deus ex machina, alas.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? not that i’m aware of! it’s not something i really go looking for/concern myself with, but so far, like with fandom hate, i’m grateful to not have encountered it.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? yes! my wangxian wedding fic was translated to russian.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? i co-wrote seventy thousand words of published fic with @feyburner! and probably two hundred thousand words of unpublished fic and outlines and story ideas just for fun. even when we aren’t co-writing we tend to talk through our individual fics with each other so we’re pretty in sync when it comes to writing. i also spent like a year in @cairoscene’s DMs concocting whole outlines/zerodrafts for batfam fics together that i still cherish and reread (notable favs: tim drake ella enchanted au, concept where the waynes are cursed to suddenly feel nothing but apathy about tim and he has to deal with that, story where robin!tim gets de-aged and oops red hood is the first one to show up…). i’d say the OCBFEU is fic-adjacent and cowritten by a group of us. also shoutout to the mdzs threadfic @cafecliche and i brainstormed/zerodrafted where lan qiren gets cursed into an owl and post-cql wei wuxian is the one who unknowingly saves him.

14. What's your all time favorite ship? oh yeah it’s [loud truck goes by]

15. What is a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? cyborg!wwx…i still think of you fondly. the only ao3 fic i’ve ever posted knowing i probably wouldn’t finish it but wanted to share just for fun.

16. What are your writing strengths? pangs… mining little character details for humor (or, more often, for more pangs)… i also think i’ve really improved my action writing/pacing over the last few years.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? i write actual drafts/prose fairly slowly, which can be frustrating for me. also like @yuebings i often get very caught up in trying to perfect one small part of a draft before moving on. ummmm describing outfits/settings for reasons other than immediate plot-relevant details, i’m terrible at that + remembering to do it—i literally make myself do a What Are We Looking At Here Pass while revising sometimes.

18. Thoughts of writing dialogue in another language in fics? i’m not totally sure what this question is asking tbh, but it’s something i think can be done incredibly well—and, like with many things in storytelling, it’s the sort of thing where if you don’t actually speak the second language you need to be willing to put in work beyond a cursory google to try to achieve what you’re doing, and be willing to admit if it’s beyond your capabilities. i really like how the portuguese dialogue in bbts ended up and that’s 100% because @tigerjpg translated it for me and also already understood the scene/concept/characters; without them i would have found a different way to approach that scene. also, stylistically, i personally like when dialogue in other languages isn’t italicized unless there’s a real reason for it to be.

19. First fandom you wrote for? oh it was [a second loud truck whooshes by]

20. Favorite fic you have written? right now it’s bbts, because i think it’s also the fic i’ve had the most fun writing. trrty, though, will always hold a special place in my heart.

and i tag! @tlumeti, @burins, @smilebackwards, @bonesbuckleup, @hearteyeshayley, @sonosvegliato

[nerdieforpedro]

Last Line Tag Game

rules: in a new post, show the last line(s) you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you like).

Tagged by @tinytinymenace @djarinmuse @chronically-ghosted @pedroshotwifey

So I think I’ll give three last lines, because it’s what I’ve been working on, first up is Din Djarin smut. I was supposed to be writing fluff, between @alltheglitterandtheroar and @megamindsecretlair it changed for the better and teasing is always fun. ☺️

Both arms pull Din’s head to your chest, the sharp inhale of air before he’s buried in your body has you whining. The intensity of just two of this thick fingers have you close to your second orgasm but he removes them, a pop then a second as he mouth part from your nipple. “Taste yourself, then you’ll come twice for me.”

Second is from “This is the Neighboorhood Din” my modern Din AU:

“Dear Lord in heaven I am not dressed or prepared to talk to that sort of man any day.” She muttered as Ms. Harris made her way down the stairs toward her, she hugged her, and her arms wrapped around her as well, eye still lingering on the man sitting on the porch. His sweatpants did not leave much to the imagination. They weren’t tight by any means; one could just trace the lines. Thick thighs and well… heavy in the middle is the most polite way to say it. The only way she can think to describe it while hugging her aunt.

Third, last line from chapter 5 of “The Lake Between Us” (yes I do have future chapters written I planned! Unheard of in Nerdie-land)

“That I did Moonbeam. You should be cautious of my motives, but I can start at the beginning of my troubles for you if you like.” He placed his hand on hers, running up her arm to her shoulder and drew a small circle around her mole. “Be forewarned, the past is neither rosy nor glamorous. It is fraught with hardship, double-crosses and some death.”

Moonbeam grinned, nodding as he spoke, “Sounds like a thriller Ezra. I’m all ears. Add a dash of romance and some mistaken identity and you have yourself a movie marathon.”

“I’m sure you’d be riveted to hear it.”

“That I would.” Moonbeam crosses her legs and leans forward, touching his chin with a finger, “Speak.”

Lastly, I might be trying finish my Dave York series finally. 👀 Or one of them, though I’m not sure all of them are on Tumblr. I think I write too much stuff and it get’s jumbled. This is a softer Dave:

At her core, Kiara felt safe with him. It hurt to admit though she wasn’t exactly sure why, pride maybe? Maybe she wanted to continue to be independent but she hadn’t been for a few months now.

No. Not when she really thought about it.

Her head was leaning against the steering wheel, the nurse had seen his SUV parked in the driveway. Dave pretty much lived with her now, though she didn’t remember giving him a key. He hadn’t needed a key their first night together either.

I’m also working on “Roc & Doc” and crafting the murder mystery since I killed off Rockford’s partner and introduced his brother. What role will his brother play? We’ll see. Also, if you’re going to be a furry for the night, make sure you can in and out of your suit. 😎

Chapter 5 of “Weddings 101 with Dieter” is under way as well. I want a lot to be in it, might be too much. We’ll see how it turns out, also smut because Dieter’s gotta get Maya’s dress off - he did promise her that. 😘 Half-ass and Bridezilla are in full swing!

It’s a lot like always because it’s Nerdie, what else am I supposed to do? Too many ideas, not enough follow-through. I did four instead of three. 😵

NPT: @maggiemayhemnj @morallyinept @rhoorl (for the sweatpants) @linzels-blog for Din @inept-the-magnificent @soft-girl-musings @angelofsmalldeath-codeine @magpiepills @secretelephanttattoo @goodwithcheese @undercoverpena @legendary-pink-dot @for-a-longlongtime @lady-bess @mysterious-moonstruck-musings @gemmahale @laurfilijames @avastrasposts @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin @tightjeansjavi @frenchiereading @boliv-jenta @thefrogdalorian @trulybetty @kewwrites @beefrobeefcal @fhatbhabie

And whoever else saw all this and was like, let me do it too! ☺️

[forevamark]

preview! time lapse (l.mk)

remember when i said ‘would be posted tomorrow.’..? 

... and that was months ago? well i lied. LOL life has been rough lately. but here’s the preview of what i’ve been working on very very slowly.

genuinely, trying to post by next week i swear this time yall hehe

Pairing: mark lee x fem!reader

Tags: pre idol debut to idol au, christmas and new years time line, slice of life moments, college student reader, substantial plot leading to smut, very dialogue heavy, angsty moments, slow burn, relationship struggle, lovers to exes to lovers

Intended for 18+ readers, minors do not interact.

Preview Word Count : 2k+

Projected Word Count: 10k+

Summary: Mark has always had the dream of becoming a big music star, meanwhile your aspirations lied with academics and coexisting with Mark. Mark struggles with telling reader that he will be leaving for Korea to pursue his music career very soon, in fear of losing what they have.

warnings are under the tab.

Warnings: cursing/swearing, teasing, oral male receiving, unprotected sex (wrap it up ya’ll!), breeding kink, possessive domination, spanking, slight choking, praise

not really edited- so sorry.

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“What do you think about this?” Mark asked as he sat above you strumming on his guitar. You were sat on the floor between his legs focused on your eight page paper.

“In a sec,” you reply while wrapping up the sentence you were on.

“Take a break…” Mark whined trying to pry the laptop from your speedy fingers.

“Mark, it’s due in two days. I will listen in a sec.”

“Mhmm.” He sulked, leaning back into the sofa continuing his chord progression.

Days like this were stressful- due to the plethora of assignments that piled on- but soothing in a way. Your schedules never aligned this often, but Mark was so entirely enamored with you he’d do anything to spend his free time just being with you. 

“I can’t believe it’s been three hours and I only have my thesis done,” you sighed while resting your head on his knee.

“You got this,” he replies while running a hand soothingly through your hair while the other wrote something down on the notepad next to him, “I believe in you.”

“Do you need anything to help you focus? Am I being too loud?” he asks while going to the kitchen and lighting your favorite candle, “I can make you a snack?”

“Do you mind getting me some fruit? I feel like I need some brain food.” You asked while cracking your knuckles and continuing to type away.

Mark nods and walks back over, handing you a cut persimmon with the skin peeled off. He always knew what you needed before even saying it out loud.

Humming in appreciation you immediately start chewing on the sliced fruit.

Eyeing him from the corner you see him looking out of your apartment window. It was raining hard outside, Mark’s favorite. 

“Anything else you need to work on?” you ask. He shrugs his shoulders. 

“Not much else, I want your opinion on what I have then I’ll see what I can add from there. Don’t worry though,” he turns to look at you with a small smile, “I can wait.”

Mark has always been supportive of your dreams and aspirations. It was a shock when he told you he wouldn’t be joining you at university, but rather pursuing music instead. Although an adjustment, you supported him and he rooted for you. It seemed to be working out, he passed the first two rounds of auditions for a big music company and it looked like things were finally looking up for him. 

Some days you wouldn’t see him at all, and some days he picked you up from class and would stay glued to your side. He claims that he ‘soaked up inspiration from you’ hence the constant quality time and skinship. He knew you were working hard, pursuing a higher education was so important to you and your family, and he wanted to be present every step of the way. 

Unbeknownst to you, Mark also had a dark cloud overlooking him just like the city in front of him. He hasn’t yet told you that he passed the third and final round of auditions for his company and would be slated to move to Korea before the end of the year to begin his training. He couldn’t bear to break the news to you, not yet. Not when you were so close to finishing one of your hardest semesters yet.

“I think I can pull you away from that screen now y/n,” he says while tugging you away from the black and white screen.

“Hey! I’m not finished yet! I thought you said you could wait” you pouted trying to get loose.

“You’ve been working non stop, you aren’t being as productive anymore.” He chuckles while slotting you to the seat across from him.

“Hi.” he smiles at you.

“Hi.” you respond back.

There’s a moment of silence shared between you two. The only sound being the soft pitter patter from outside hitting the patio. Mark stares at you lovingly, you can tell something is wrong but you can’t find the words to ask him just yet, too entranced by the current hold he has on you.

“So, the song, yeah?” you finally whisper aloud. 

“Hold on,” he replies, licking his lips and searching every inch of your face, memorizing this very moment to inspire him for what he’s about to play.

“What’s the hold up? Don’t get stage fright in front of me now Lee,” you lightly say while giggling.

“I, I just want to make you proud, okay?” he finally says with sad eyes.

“You always will, Mark.”

Guilt washed over Mark. Things were great, perfect even. But he just had to aspire for more. He should be satisfied with what he has now, he’s close to home, a stable music career here in Canada, and most importantly, you. But just like you, he had the moon but he wanted every damn star in the galaxy. He didn’t want change, but nothing could satiate the hunger for something more. He was leaving, because he knew that this life, now, isn’t enough.

“Okay.” he takes a moment to gather himself, taking in some deep breaks and shaking his nerves out through his hands.

“Let’s hear it!” you shuffle sitting up straight in your chair.

Mark lets out one final breath before starting a low strum on his guitar. Flashes of memories over the course of your relationship flashes before his eyes. Your first snow day in Canada when you couldn’t get the ice off of your windshield, to the countless nights of watching reruns of Glee in your small shared apartment. 

He hits the chorus for the first time, opening his eyes to look around the room, unable to look at you just yet. Pictures of you two littered the walls, filled with your smiling and laughing faces. 

Mark mumbles small noises of nonsense to fill in the parts he doesn’t know what to put in between, sometimes trying out some lyrics at the top of his head. He shakes his head and chuckles when words don’t rhyme or quite fit, in return you share a smile enjoying him delving into his craft.

It’s something about the way that Mark is able to lose himself completely, in his own little world and for brief moments you’re able to enter his mind, envisioning every note in a flow of synesthesia. He’s able to create color and landscape through sound, and what’s crazier is that he doesn’t even realize the extent of his art.

“And… I guess that’s it. What’d you think?” He asks as he lets out a final strum. The warmness of his music is still palpable in the room, despite the cold and dark weather that demands to be let inside. 

You take another moment staring at the man in front of you. Mark bit his fingers in anticipation. His large white tee hung loosely on his shoulders, his ripped jeans bounced waiting for your feedback.

Everything is perfect.

Nothing can take this moment away from you two. 

No words could exactly encapsulate how you felt so you decide to throw your arm around him. 

Mark lets out a sigh of relief as he sets his guitar to the side, “so I guess you liked it?” then reciprocated by pulling you into his lap.

“I loved it, Mark. I can’t wait to hear it all together, I really liked that chord progression, I can definitely hear it on the radio one day,” you mutter into his shirt.

The pitter patter of rain outside was accompanied by the soft whimpers from the man whose chin sat upon your head.

“I’m always going to be here for you y/n,” he jaggedly says.

You two sat in each other's embrace for what seemed like eternity. 

“Let me show you something,” he says, breaking the silence and adjusting your position to where your back was flush against him.

Mark sat the guitar in your hands, “Let’s start from the top, yeah?”

That night Mark taught you the song on his guitar, sometimes you filled in lyrics that felt right.

“They know we got the chemistry…” Mark sings.

“Love how your body feels on me, when you get back let me get that…” you finish with a small laugh.

“Yo!” he jumps up, lifting your laughing frame into the air, “That’s a bar!”

“Are you jealous that I may be a better rapper than you?” you giggle back.

“You’re coming for my career, babygirl!”

—

Six more hours.

Six more hours until this paper is due, and you’re almost done with this last page. 

Six more hours until the hell that was this semester is finally done.

Six more hours until you can crawl into bed with Mark and take a long deserved nap.

“Almost there baby,” Mark says while massaging your shoulders.

“I got this,” you say while typing furiously.

“Hell yeah you do.”

Your train of thought was interrupted by Mark’s ringtone going off from behind you.

“I’ll be right back, when I come back you better have this paragraph done!”

Sending him a stiff salute you continued to trudge on as he stepped into your bedroom and closed the door.

“Mark! What’s going on my man! Happy holidays!” his new manager cheered into the phone.

“It’s going well, just spending some time with family and friends while I can,” he replies while laying down on your bed and grabbing a stuffed My Melody to hold against him.

“Well, I’m glad you have been enjoying your last moments of freedom while you can. Speaking of which, I do have an early Christmas present for you!”

“Awesome! What is it?” 

“Well, the company wants you to start as soon as possible. I played them your audition and they think you can finish your training in less than a year!”

“That’s amazing!” Mark shoots up and runs his hands through his hair, “when do I fly out? Next year I hope?”

“Mark, I did say Christmas present didn’t I? You’ll leave the day after the 25th. I bought you some more time to spend with your family, but you’ll be spending the new year here, in Korea!”

Mark felt his heart drop. That was in two weeks. 

Two weeks to eat all the food he can.

Two weeks to brush up on dancing.

Two weeks to say goodbye to his family.

Two weeks to erase all traces from his friend groups’ antics.

Two weeks till he has to leave you.

“Uh… two weeks… wow that’s really soon.” 

“Absolutely! Now rest up Mark, this year is going to be the craziest experience of your life!”

His manager kept going on about the potential future he had coming for him. But Mark couldn’t seem to focus on all the new found information. Slowly feeling the aroma of you envelope him fully, being surrounded by you everywhere, it was suffocating. 

How is he going to tell you?

“I finished it!” he heard your jumps of triumph in the distance, echoing all the way to the pits of his empty stomach, “I’m finally done with this God awful semester! One more year till graduation!”

You burst through the door interrupting Mark’s pensive state, wrapping yourself into him.

“You okay babe?” you realize pulling away slowly, eyeing his sweating frame, “you look a bit sick, want me to make you some ramen?”

“Oh no I’m fine, just fine really,” he shallowly laughs pulling himself away from you and moving to turn on the fan, “just got a little warm is all.”

“Who called?” you asked before flopping on the bed and sighing, “was it your manager? Did you get the job?”

“Uh yeah…” he shuffled, not meeting your eyes, “It was my manager, he had some good news…”

“Oh my God, did you pass?” you pounced on him awaiting the news.

“Uh… yeah, I did.” he lied.

“Markie!” you showered him in kisses and tight squeezes, your love for him unfaltering, “When do you leave?”

“Not for another year,” he smiled, not looking at you.

“Hopefully you’ll still be here for my graduation…” you sighed, “but nonetheless I’m glad I get to keep you to myself for a bit longer.

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anddd that’s it for now! see yall in a week! any and all comments appreciated, and as always, tag list is open! 

xoxo, eva <3

[bluejaysandblackbats]

Eyes and Ears

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam

Summary: An AU where Barbara finds Jason instead of Bruce.

It's March and Jason's fifteen in this chapter.

Chapters: 42/?

Characters: Jason Todd, Barbara Gordon, Jim Gordon, Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne, Sheila Haywood, Original Character(s)

Relationship(s): Jason Todd/Original Character(s), Past Barbara Gordon/Dick Grayson

Additional Tags: Canon Divergent AU, Older SIbling Barbara Gordon, Jason Todd-centric, Barbara Gordon is Oracle, Jason Todd is NOT Robin, Jason Todd Has Issues, Jason Todd Has a Crush, Adopted Siblings

Chapter Forty-Two: Growing Pains

Jason called Dick after Jim went to work and Reese went to school. “Hey, what’s up?” Dick asked. 

“How old were you when you—? Well… You know,” Jason blurted out. Dick cleared his throat. 

“Beg your pardon?” Dick asked. 

Jason hugged his knees. “You know,” Jason mumbled, “Did you wait until you moved out?” 

“Jason, I think this is something you should talk to your dad or Barbara—.”

“Dick, I’m not asking you for the gory details. I just—. How’d you know you were ready?” Jason interrupted. 

“Well, I wasn’t sure… It sort of—. We were two adults in the right place and time,” Dick answered, “Why? Is Reese pressuring—?”

“No,” Jason replied. “No… I just—. I’ve done all this growing up… And I wanna do something grown up.” Jason held a pillow to his face as soon as he said it aloud. 

Dick sighed. “Well, that’s not a good reason. When you’re dating, you gotta carefully consider everything. Is he ready? Are you doing this to fit in or distract yourself? Will you regret it later if you do it now? Do you have any idea what you’re doing? Do you want to because you’re in love, or is it something else?” Dick listed off questions that made Jason’s head spin. “And have you dealt with your feelings about meeting your mom?” 

“Barbara told you,” Jason mumbled. Dick made a clicking noise with his tongue. “I don’t—. Dick, I’m scared. There’s something I didn’t tell Barbara. I couldn’t tell her or Dad… Something about my mom.”

Dick knocked on Jason’s window. “Let me in so we can talk,” Dick replied. Jason obeyed, and Dick sat on the floor of Jason’s bedroom with an envelope in hand. “Jason, what could be so bad that you can’t talk to Barbara and J—.” 

“My mom’s making chemical weapons,” Jason confessed, “And someone was in the room with us. I could hear him, but my mom covered me up and told him I was harmless. Some other stuff happened, but I was unconscious. I know Barbara had my phone record it, but I don’t—. I haven’t listened to it yet. She promised she wouldn’t listen without my permission, but I’m not sure—.” 

“Jason, I feel like I’m crossing a line. Barbara’s your sister. She has a right to know—.” 

“I don’t want her to hear… I’ll tell her I told you if that’s what you want, but I don’t want her to know what’s on my phone from that night. Dick, it’s safer for me if someone knows, but I don’t want that someone to be my dad or sister,” Jason interrupted. Dick sighed and gestured for Jason to pass him an earbud. Jason softened and pulled up the encrypted recording on his phone. The recording started an hour after Sheila knocked him out.

“Who is that?” a man asked on the recording. 

“My son paid me an unexpected visit, but I’m handling him… If worse comes to worst, he’ll be my hostage,” Sheila replied, “We gotta get him on the boat with us.”

“He’ll scream the second—.” 

“I gave him a sedative. He can’t move… And when he wakes, he’ll be too disoriented to scream. It’ll give me time to explain to him,” Sheila explained. Dick stared at Jason as he listened. Jason refused to look up from his phone as he sped forward an hour. 

Sheila described the chemical makeup of a prototype gas weapon. Dick snapped his fingers and told Jason to grab a notepad. Jason went back five minutes while he wrote everything down. “Jason… I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I hit you too hard… I didn’t mean to,” Sheila whispered, “They’re coming back.” 

A familiar voice asked Sheila to explain the components of the gas. Jason wrote everything down. “Jason, that’s—.” 

“I know… And my sister would flip if she knew. Do you understand now?” Jason mumbled. Dick frowned and nodded. 

“He could’ve killed—.” 

“Shh… Listen,” Jason whispered. 

They listened to the audio for hours, and afterward, Dick lay on the floor, staring at the ceiling. “I need you to test my blood at the lab,” Jason whispered. Dick turned to him. 

“You want me to tell you what I find?” Dick questioned. Jason shrugged. “Hey, are you allowed to leave the apartment?” 

Jason nodded. “I’m here because I wanna be. My dad offered to let me go to work with him. I have to text him and let him know first,” Jason answered as he texted Jim. 

“Jason, are you—?”

“Please, don’t ask me if I’m okay. The answer is no, but I’m focused on other things,” Jason interrupted. 

“Get dressed, though. Alfred’s gonna have a heart attack if I bring you home with me looking like that,” Dick replied. Jason looked at the old faded GCPD issue sweatpants Jim gave him, and Barbara’s old high school sweatshirt. 

“Yeah, I’m gonna shower and change real quick,” Jason whispered. Dick nodded. 

“I’ll wait in the living room,” Dick replied. 

**

Jim called Jason while Dick took a sample of Jason’s blood. “Hi, Dad,” Jason replied. 

“Where are you?” Jim questioned. 

“I’m with Dick. I didn’t wanna be alone,” Jason answered, “Dick, say hi. It’s my dad.” 

“Hi, Mr. Gordon,” Dick replied. 

“Okay… Don’t stay out too late. I’m making lasagna. You can invite Dick over if you want,” Jim replied, “Love you.”

“Love you too, Dad… See you later,” Jason replied as he hung up. Dick gave Jason a soda. 

“Jason, what are you doing here?” Bruce asked. 

“Letting Dick take a sample of my blood. I didn’t get a sample taken in the ER,” Jason replied. Bruce felt the back of his head, and Jason winced. 

“What’d she hit you with?” Bruce asked. 

“I don’t know… She caught me off guard. Does everyone know I was kidnapped by my mom?” Jason questioned. 

Bruce didn’t answer. “What’s wrong with your blood?” Bruce questioned in reply. 

“I think I’m—. Do I have to talk about it?” Jason mumbled. Bruce shook his head. Dick let the computer run tests, while he looked on. The room went icy as Jason’s phone rang again. 

“Who is that?” Bruce asked. 

“Take a breath. It’s not Barbara. It’s my boyfriend,” Jason mumbled. 

“Are you going to answer that?” Dick questioned. Jason frowned and answered. 

“Hi, Reese,” Jason whispered. 

“Hey, do you want me to spend the night again? I know last night was kind of weird, but—.” 

“Dad’s making lasagna tonight… Is AJ there?” Jason questioned. 

“ No… ” Jason sensed the lie. 

“Okay… Well, tell him I said hi. I um—.” 

“Are you by yourself? It sounds quiet over there,” Reese interrupted. 

“No, I’m not alone. One of Barbara’s friends came over to sit with me—.” The printer spat out results that Dick quickly retrieved and all the color drained from Jason’s face. “I gotta go. I’ll see you later.” 

“Okay, love—.” 

“Love you too. Sorry,” Jason whispered before he hung up. He grabbed Dick’s wrist and dragged him upstairs and out of the manor. “Do you think he saw—?”

“He’s gonna find out anyway. Bruce doesn’t like secrets, Jason… And we used his computer. Here,” Dick muttered as he gave Jason the results. 

“You ran my blood against a control sample and something else… What’s the something else ?” Jason questioned. 

“I figured it was a longshot, but I wanted to test a theory—.” 

“What did you test my blood against, Dick?” Jason asked. Dick waited until they got to a stop light to look Jason over. 

“What’s wrong?” Dick asked. 

“It matches in a lot of places, Dick,” Jason replied. He swallowed hard. “What is it? Why won’t you tell me what it—?”

“I tested your blood against mine and someone who’s taken a dip in a Lazarus Pit… More specifically I used a sample of the isolated changes the pit made to their blood. Are you sure your mom didn’t—?”

“She didn’t explain the chemical makeup of whatever she tested on me as a kid, but I doubt it’s—. God, I wish I could talk to her one more time. There’s so much I don’t understand… Dick, what if I never die? What if I start outliving all my friends and—?” 

“Jason, stop. Okay, let’s go to Barbara’s. Let’s see what she’s up to and try to talk to her. Let’s deal with this one step at a time. Deal with it like—.”

Jason rolled the window down and ran a hand through his hair. “I didn’t ask for any of this. Dick, I can’t—. I can’t calm down. I know you think it’s not helping, but you have no idea what this feels like. Oh god.

"Am I just gonna—? What if I stop aging? And when? Am I supposed to keep relocating and living different lives, hoping no one notices? Watching people I love die? I don’t wanna live like that, Dick. Do you know how it feels to not have the choice to live and die like a normal person?

"I just got used to being a Gordon. I finally felt like I fit in and now I—. I—. Dick, it’s not fair,” Jason stammered. He broke down, leaning forward as he wept into his open hands. Dick couldn’t say anything to make him feel better.