#otp: throat infection

[ariadynamics]

I’ve been sending holiday cards with teeny tiny fic to those who want them, and my friend @wunderlichkind got theirs today! This is what I wrote for Silja 😊.

// Galex, F1

“It’s entirely unfair how devastatingly pretty you are, Alexander,” George says as he leans his weight on the balustrade, the din of the ballroom softening behind them once Alex had shut the door.

Alex feels his cheeks warm; George has definitely had enough. “Come on, give,” he says, motioning toward the drink in George’s hand. “You’re clearly already too sloshed.”

“Why? Because I said you’re pretty?” George asks, slurring a little, his forehead wrinkling in confusion. He lowers his voice, leaning in closer to Alex. “I think you’re pretty all the time. I don’t have to be drunk to think that.”

It’s a struggle to fight the shiver running down Alex’s spine. “Yeah, you’re one hundred percent too drunk.”

“If I tell you the same thing tomorrow morning, would you believe me?” George asks, his voice clear, devoid of the soft slurring that laced his words just two minutes ago. “If I tell you tomorrow no one else even comes close–that no one is as pretty as you. Would you believe me?”

Alex blows out a breath. “Sure, Georgie,” he says, making sure to smile. “Now let’s go find somewhere to sit and sober you up, yeah?”

“You don’t believe me,” George says, accusing.

He doesn’t, but Alex knows there’s no point in arguing with George, not when George is in this state. “I believe you,” Alex says softly. “We’ll talk about this tomorrow, okay?”

George nods. “Tomorrow. We’re talking about this tomorrow.”

“Sure, Georgie.” Alex is fairly certain they won’t, just like all the other tomorrows they’ve never discussed. "We'll talk tomorrow."

[baronessblixen]

When It Rains

Year of the OTP June! The prompts I used are: sick fic – accidental love confession – downpour

Set in season 6, fluff with a hint of Diana angst. And a sick Mulder. Wc: 1,552

Tagging @today-in-fic

Dressed in an old t-shirt and sweatpants that are just the tiniest bit too big on her small frame, she elbows open her apartment door, a basket full of dirty laundry in her arms. In her hallway, she almost crashes into a soaking wet, swaying figure. Just as she’s about to berate him for loitering in front of her apartment, she realizes who exactly it is.

“Mulder?” she asks, setting down her basket.

“Oh hey,” he says as if surprised to see her here. In her hallway. In front of her apartment.

“You’re soaking wet,” she says, watching the puddle by his feet increase. He’s going to ruin the carpet. But there are more important things to focus on. “What happened to you?” Instead of an answer, he just sighs and shrugs. Looking more closely at him, she notices that his pupils are shot. Drunk. He has to be drunk. Right?

“It’s raining,” he says simply.

That’s the understatement of the year. They’re currently experiencing an exceptional downpour and according to meteorologists, the rain is not going to stop until the morning. One of the many reasons Scully decided to stay home this Saturday night. She’s still getting used to having weekends to herself. With the X-Files closed, more often than not, she finds herself with free time now. At least it gives her enough time to do her laundry.

“Come inside.”

“You were on your way out,” he says.

“I was just doing laundry,” she explains, trying to help him out of his leather jacket. It’s heavy with rain. “Let’s get you into the bathroom, Mulder. Take off your shoes.”

“Hm?” He’s just standing there, still swaying.

“Your shoes,” she says patiently. “Take them off.”

“Oh,” he says, staring down at his feet. “Right.”

“Were you out drinking?” It’s none of her business, she thinks. Except he came here, to her apartment. She has a right to know. The last time this happened, she found herself on a plane to Texas, and later out of a job. She shudders, remembering everything that came after. Her memory is still spotty in places. Another apartment, another hallway, and a bee. A kiss that never was. Then there’s a lot of icy darkness in her mind. Even now, months later, the frostbites sometimes nip at her when she least expects it.

“I’m not drunk,” he says, but his words are slurred.

“It’s okay, Mulder.” She tugs on his arms to get him to the bathroom, but he’s heavy, and he’s unwilling. He’s shaking his head so hard that she fears he’s going to crash into the wall.

“Not drunk,” he repeats. “I wasn’t feeling well,” he says. “I just- there were pills in the medicine cabinet. I took them. The first didn’t do anything, so I took something else.” Her alarm bells are ringing.

“What did you take?” she asks and he just shrugs.

“I thought it was Tylenol. Wait. I think the other was Benadryl. My throat was so itchy.”

“Mulder, you don’t have any allergies.”

“They make me sleepy,” he says and yawns as if to prove his point. “I take them sometimes. You said I shouldn’t take sleeping pills.” She cracks a small smile, glad that he listened to her for once.

“That’s good, Mulder. You said your throat is itchy?” He nods and as she looks closer at him, she realizes that he does look sick, not drunk. The area around his nose is pale, while his nose itself is red. She touches his cheeks and they’re warm to her touch. So is his forehead. “When did you start feeling sick?” And why didn’t you call me, she adds mentally.

“Yesterday,” he admits. “Thought I was just tired but,” he pauses and coughs. “I didn’t want to bother you. Now I’m coughing all over you, making you sick, too.”

“Mulder, if you were feeling sick yesterday it’s very likely you already infected me anyway.”

“You’re the medical doctor,” he says with a drowsy smile. He may not be drunk, but he’s definitely not sober either.

“I am,” she says with a soft smile. “That’s why you need to listen to me. We need to get you out of these wet clothes. Where’s your umbrella?”

“Didn’t bring one,” he says, letting Scully lead him toward the bathroom. “Wasn’t raining when I left. It started when I was at Diana’s.” Her fingers were just busy unbuttoning his shirt but now pause.

“Diana.” She repeats the name slowly, every letter bile on her tongue. Mulder, clueless to her emotional turmoil, nods and goes on.

“She kept hanging up on me,” he says. "I tried calling her. I didn't want to go over there."

“It’s okay, Mulder,” Scully says, distracting herself with undressing Mulder. Despite having worn a jacket, his shirt is so wet that she has to wring it out. “You don’t owe me an explanation.” But her mind is spinning. If he was at Diana’s, why is he here now? Why did he leave? Her thoughts are so out of control that she doesn’t notice Mulder tug at her t-shirt at first. He’s shirtless himself and his jeans are already unbuttoned. She’d prefer if he took his pants off himself, but he seems preoccupied with what’s happening in his head.

“I went to her apartment,” he says and Scully wishes she could just cover her ears and not hear what he has to say. No matter how childish that instinct may be. “I wanted her to listen to me. You always listen to me, Scully.” He says, touching her cheek. His skin is warm against hers and she has to stop herself from leaning into his touch.

“What did you want to tell her?” Scully asks in spite of herself.

“That she needs to stop. That she needs to listen. I’ve been trying to tell her, to explain it to her. About you.”

“About me?” Again, he nods. He breaks into a smile and she’s overwhelmed by the instinct to pinch his rosy cheeks. His hair, drying already, is sticking in every direction imaginable, making him look cuter than he should be.

“She doesn’t listen,” he repeats. “I keep trying to tell her that I- she wants things that I don’t want.” Her roaring heartbeat almost drowns out his voice.

“I went to her apartment to tell her that I love- that I love you.” Her eyes grow wide at his confession. He’s staring at her, calm as ever. “Can you believe she hung up on me?” She's not sure he realizes what he just admitted. What he confessed to her. He loves her. This isn’t the first time he’s saying it, of course. The last time wasn’t long ago. It was right after they saved him from the Bermuda Triangle. He’d been high on painkillers then, too. But she can’t deny that he’s said it twice now in about as many months.

“She said I was nuts.” He’s grinning from ear to ear now. As if Diana calling him crazy for loving Scully was the greatest compliment he could imagine. “Nothing I haven’t heard before. I stood my ground, Scully. Said I love you. Did you know that? I didn't mean to blurt it out just now, but... I love you. I needed Diana to know it, too. I needed her to understand it. You know what happened next?” She shakes her head gently, unsure whether she wants to know what he’s going to say next.

“She threw me out. Asked her for an umbrella and she slammed the door in my face.”

“I’m sorry, Mulder.”

“Is this what you always wear on weekends, Scully?” He touches the hem of her shirt and she blushes.

“Sometimes,” she says. “It’s my laundry outfit.”

“I like it. I like it a lot.”

“I think you’re delirious.”

“I think you might be right,” he admits, coughing again.

“Can you take off your jeans or do you need help?”

“I wouldn’t mind help,” he says with a grin, “but I can do it myself.”

“I’m going to get you something dry to wear,” she says, squeezing his shoulder. She uses the moment away from Mulder to take a deep breath and sort her thoughts. Tonight, she won’t contemplate what any of this means. But she knows she’ll have to hide a grin the next time she sees Diana Fowley.

When she returns to the bathroom, Mulder is naked. She averts her eyes, even though he doesn’t seem to mind. He helps her into the sweatpants and the t-shirt. When they’re done and Mulder is dressed, he smiles at her warmly.

“We're matching," he says proudly. He's right, too. "You’re not going to throw me out, are you?” he asks.

“If I did, I’d give you an umbrella.”

“Thank you, Scully.” His grin is accompanied by another cough, reminding her that it's very likely he'll feel worse in a couple of hours. She'll be there for him it that's the case. Just like she hopes he will be there for her when she catches whatever is ailing him.

He’s asleep almost as soon as his head hits the pillow. She watches him for a moment before she presses a kiss to his forehead. I love you, too, she thinks but doesn’t dare say. Not yet, anyway.

[interlvgos]

galex <3

makes sense & compels me

one of my otps. love them forever. the fic changed the trajectory of my life they're the ship that i first properly read when i first got into this cursed sport and they've stayed w me ever since!!! the lore r u kidding me. tell me ab ur throat infection george i just wanna ask something!!! never leaving forever <3 theyre soooo important to me im not well ab them

ship game

[apiratefellinlovewithastar]

“Morty was never one to fall in love easily.” baby boy baby

“he loved romance and dreamed of being in love with Jessica, but he never fell in love, not really.” hyperfixation my beloved

“Crush. "Innocent", childish crush that went away easily enough.” ❤️❤️❤️

“Nothing like the love he felt towards his own grandfather. The crushing need to be with him, to bury himself into him, to be held by him whatever means necessary. The overwhelming feeling of nothingness without Rick.” It’s called OTP because OH. THE PAIN.

“Never in a million years did he think he'd ever fall in love with him. He was rude and disgusting, heartless and uncaring, an alcoholic piece of shit, an addict, an asshole, every negative thing Morty could think of.” SO achingly delicious. We don’t choose who we love and I love that for my otps 🤌✨

“Rick was like a closed book that Morty craved to read, to know all of his secrets and everything that made Rick into Rick. He wanted to know his past, his present, his future, why he behaved the way he did, what were his dreams, what made him tick- // What he felt towards Morty. // His grandfather was full of (shit, yes, but also) mysteries and secrets, unresolved traumas and unsaid feelings. And Morty yearned to know every single one of them. // He wanted to move into Rick's heart, to feel his warmth, he wanted to be held close and never let go, not even if he was used as bait, a trash, or a venting board. All he wanted was to be Rick's everything. Like Rick was his everything.” SORRY BUT I JUST ADORE THIS SO MUCH BABE 😭😭😭 YOUR DESCRIPTION IS SO VIVID I LITERALLY WENT THROUGH MORTY’S EMOTIONS IN-DEPTH!!!!!!! brb gonna go eat glass

“he was a deprived little pervert who panted after his cold-hearted, genocidal, disgusting grandfather and all he wanted was to be used any ways Rick wanted” whew 🥵🥵🥵 so hot 🥵🥵🥵

“Rick slowly, but surely became warmer, more open; everything Morty ever wished for. The warmth in his eyes and the small, proud smile plastered on his face whenever he looked at Morty did something to the young boy's inside.” RICKBOT OUR BELOVED 🥹💙💙💙

AND THEN THE FLOWERS CAME!!!!!

“he never expected the flowers. Not Hanahaki. It was such a rare occurrence, mostly seen in overly dramatic tragedies, like Romeo and Juliet, but it existed. // And now Morty had been infected by one of the deadliest diseases in the universe.” yes yES YES!!!!!! ABSOLUTELY DELIGHTFUL!!!!!

Ay babe I wanna quote THE WHOLE THING!!!!!! AAAAAAAHHHHHH

“Before it was enough to just be near to Rick, but his warmth now attracted Morty to himself like a moth to a flame.” 😭🥹❤️

HE WAS RICK’S TENDER CARE!!!!!! HE WANTS HIS ARMS AROUND HIM!!!!! HE WANTS TO SIT ON HIS LAP!!!!! HE WANTS HIS PRAISES AND LOVE!!!!!!

HE JUST WANTS TO BE HIS LITTLE JUNEBUG!!!!! 😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️

Of course it is spank bank material 🤭❤️🥵

HELLO!!!!! BLACK DAHLIA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

YOUR MIND BABE!!!!!!! YOU’RE A GENIUS!!!!!!!!!!!!😭😍🖤🖤 *DIPS YOU INTO A KISS AND SMOOCHES THE SHIT OUT OF YOU* 💗💗💗

“Everybody noticed his feelings, but as usual, they decided to ignore it.” I’m gonna kill them all <3

“Maybe they thought it was a crush. Maybe they thought it was nothing serious. But the flowers crawling up on his throat said otherwise.” [CHEF’S KISS]

“It symbolized the other meaning of the flower: betrayal. Dishonesty. Doom.” NNNGGGGHHHHH DELICIOUS

major character death my beloved ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Sometimes you just want to suffer but you want the right build up to it y’know? And you delivered it to me with a nice little bow called ‘gorgeous girlfriend wrote Hanahaki’ 🖤🖤🖤🖤

I LOVED IT BABE!!!!!!!! I CAN’T BELIEVE I MISSED IT!!!!!!!

I still won 🥰🥰🥰 now I can add that you’re my gf in my comments ❤️❤️❤️

Morty was never one to fall in love easily. Sure, he had his fair share of crushes and obsessions, but not love. Never love. Yes, he loved romance and dreamed of being in love with Jessica, but he never fell in love, not really. He assumed he was, but now?

Now he knew they were nothing. Jessica was just a flying fancy, like the others were. Pretty things to look at, admire their lovely hair and big tits, but… that's all the feeling was. Crush. "Innocent", childish crush that went away easily enough.

Nothing like the love he felt towards his own grandfather. The crushing need to be with him, to bury himself into him, to be held by him whatever means necessary. The overwhelming feeling of nothingness without Rick.

Never in a million years did he think he'd ever fall in love with him. He was rude and disgusting, heartless and uncaring, an alcoholic piece of shit, an addict, an asshole, every negative thing Morty could think of. Rick Sanchez was objectively the worst human being in the whole universe - and only not in the multiverse, because out of the other Rick Sanchezs, there might be a worse one.

Yet, for Morty, he was all of this - and more. So much more. His whole life, the meaning, the reason for his existence; his everything.

Rick was like a closed book that Morty craved to read, to know all of his secrets and everything that made Rick into Rick. He wanted to know his past, his present, his future, why he behaved the way he did, what were his dreams, what made him tick-

What he felt towards Morty.

His grandfather was full of (shit, yes, but also) mysteries and secrets, unresolved traumas and unsaid feelings. And Morty yearned to know every single one of them.

He wanted to move into Rick's heart, to feel his warmth, he wanted to be held close and never let go, not even if he was used as bait, a trash, or a venting board. All he wanted was to be Rick's everything. Like Rick was his everything.

He already had a crush on the old man - he was a deprived little pervert who panted after his cold-hearted, genocidal, disgusting grandfather and all he wanted was to be used any ways Rick wanted -, but ever since he took the sword, instead of being mad at Morty, like he assumed he would become, Rick slowly, but surely became warmer, more open; everything Morty ever wished for. The warmth in his eyes and the small, proud smile plastered on his face whenever he looked at Morty did something to the young boy's inside.

And then the flowers came.

He knew he had fallen, fast and deep, but he never expected the flowers. Not Hanahaki. It was such a rare occurrence, mostly seen in overly dramatic tragedies, like Romeo and Juliet, but it existed.

And now Morty had been infected by one of the deadliest diseases in the universe.

Ever since Rick spent most of his time with them, being so lovely and warm, loving and caring, giving them whatever they wanted, Morty couldn't stop himself from wishing for more. Before it was enough to just be near to Rick, but his warmth now attracted Morty to himself like a moth to a flame. Every time they were on an adventure, Morty wanted it to turn dangerous and bloody just to feel Rick's care, his arms around his as he carried Morty far away from danger. When they were watching TV, he wanted to sit on Rick's lap, just to be as close to him as he could. All he wanted to hear Rick's praises on how good boy he was, on how much he loved him-

His Junebug.

Morty would never confess - unless Rick asked him to. Then he would gladly do so. Anything for Rick -, but he came so many times because of that word, his cock was red and painful, rubbed raw.

He was so gone on Rick it wasn't funny. His throat was constantly itchy, his lungs contracting, his breathing shallow. The petals he coughed up felt like a joke - black dahlia. The symbol of eternal bond between two people, loyalty and power. It felt fitting.

Nobody noticed his feelings. Well, that was a lie. Everybody noticed his feelings, but as usual, they decided to ignore it. Maybe they thought it was a crush. Maybe they thought it was nothing serious. But the flowers crawling up on his throat said otherwise.

It got better before it became worse. The hugs between the two of them were initiated by Rick. He was so considerate, so lovely, Morty had fallen ever deeper. But it also gave him hope. Hope that maybe Rick reciprocated his feelings. That maybe it wasn't as one-sided as he thought. The petals were easy to control, he could fight them, stop them from being noticable. It was just a common cold.

But then…

But then.

The vines wrapped around his lungs were painful, squeezing his heart, making it hard to breathe. But he didn't want to breathe. Not anymore.

Because the Rick he has fallen for- the Rick he loved with his whole heart didn't exist. Not really.

It was a robot. A Rickbot, built by Rick, to- Morty didn't care for what. He only cared that the love of his life was nothing more than a program, destroyed by his family, like their trust in Rick was destroyed by the man himself.

Morty assumed the black dahlia was because of their strong bond. He was already planning his confession, almost sure Rick would reciprocate, and they would live happily ever after.

But no. It symbolized the other meaning of the flower: betrayal. Dishonesty. Doom.

The roots of the flower were prickling his heart; the vines wrapped around his windpipe were tearing him open, making it hard to breathe.

But that was for the best.

Laying in his bed, the flowers were forcing themselves out of his body, from his stomach to his throat, tearing through flesh and bones, until nothing was left of Morty, only a slowly decaying soil for a blooming black dahlia garden.

[morceid]

Snowy Sniffles

💡SPENCER REID X DEREK MORGAN💡

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Summary: Derek gets the flu when he and Spencer are snowed in on a case in Colorado.

Word Count:  2k

Category: fluff, slight angst

Content Warnings: swearing, sickness, case details

A/N: enjoy my otp being cute and cuddly for my first day of 12 days of moreid :)

The snowy mountains of Colorado. A serial killer as cold as the air was out there, and It was the job of the BAU to catch him.

The team boarded their plane like normal, occasionally Derek coughed and cleared his throat. Not enough to realize what was happening, but enough to get a “You okay?” from JJ.

There weren’t many hiccups with local police, except for them withholding information about the victims. Derek and Spencer were sent to profile the dump site, JJ and Emily to interview victims' families, while Rossi and Hotch set up at the station.

The dump site was in a clearing next to a mountain frequently used for sledding. A visiting family from Texas was recommended the mountain by a friend and since they weren’t familiar with the area, the mom got lost and they came across the body. Thankfully the kids weren’t there to see it.

Spencer and Derek walked out of the black SUV and ducked under the police tape in their fleece jackets and large boots. 

“The victim was Hannah Gentry. She was a fourteen year old girl who ran away from her abusive father. No sign of sexual assault, but there were signs of restrains on her thighs and around her stomach.” Spencer walked around the area the body had previously been found, searching for anything left behind by the unsub.

“Maybe he thought he was saving these girls. How old were each of the victims?” Derek said, pulling tissues from jacket pocket.

“Ages ranged from 13 to 19. All had someone abusive close to them. You sure you’re okay?”

Before Derek could reply he was coughing and gagging into the torn kleenex in his hand.

“I’ll be fine,” The stuffiness in his nose was apparent in his voice now. “Let’s go back to the station. I’m sure Rossi and Hotch are at the M.E. now.”

The two walked back to the car and headed towards the police station. On the way it started snowing and Spencer said something about growing up in Vegas without snow, and how in Virginia they never really saw the snow fall, they just woke up to it on the ground and in the streets.

Between the snowfall rapidly increasing, the windshield wipers not doing anything to help, and Derek driving in an unfamiliar area, he began having a coughing fit and swerved off the road.

They didn’t get hurt in the accident, just a large rush of adrenaline, but the car wasn’t in the best shape. The engine made a sound that contorted Spencer’s face.

“We should probably check that.”

Derek tried to push his door open but he had driven into a ditch and snow was piled up tp his window. He rolled it down and shoveled some of the snow with his gloved hands. He got the door all the way open with a little wrestling of the handle. The boot of the car was opened and steam was rising from it. Spencer had crawled across the center console and got out from Derek’s side.

“Do you think we could get an officer to pick us up?” Derek sniffled.

“I think the snow is coming down too hard now.” Spencer’s black coat was powdered with snow that he didn’t bother to shake off, knowing it would be back there in an instant.

“I’ll call Hotch.” Derek fished his phone out of his pocket.

“You fell in a ditch? Morgan, this is a very time sensitive case. This guy kills every three days and it’s been the second day since the last body was found. We need you guys here.” Spencer overheard Hotch’s near yells over the phone.

“Okay, dad, calm down there. I’ll call up Garcia to find us the closest hotel and we’ll crash there. Reid says snowing too much for an officer to come pick us up.” It was around 7:30 and the sun was starting to set.

“Alright, we can send someone to get you tomorrow.” Hotch hung up and Derek called Penelope.

“Hey-llo my chocolate thunder! Anything I could do for you?”

Derek coughed a couple of times.

“You okay, Derek?”

“Yeah, uh, me and Reid got stuck in the snow and we can’t get back to the hotel. Are there any near us that we can crash at?”

“You’re in luck, Derek Morgan, There is a motel only a seven minute walk away from you. Anything else?”

“Not right now, baby girl, take care of yourself.”

“So what are we gonna do?” Spencer had begun chewing on his fingernails and pacing in a circle around the car.

“Kid,” Derek took Spencer’s cold hands into his warm, gloved ones. “Stop your worrying. I can see all of those gears in your head going a million miles an hour. Garcia found a motel near us and we can walk there and stay the night until someone can pick us up. We’ll be okay.”

“I know I’m gonna be okay, it’s you I’m worried about, Morgan.” Spencer took his hands out of Derek’s and leaned into the car to grab his bag.

“What do you mean? I’m fine.” As if on cue, Derek started having a coughing fit.

“I’m talking about that, Derek. You’re showing signs of getting the flu. Your heart rate has sped up by 39% in the last couple of days. You constantly have a running nose and you won’t stop coughing. I am not getting sick, I cannot afford to get sick, especially on a case, so I hope this motel has two beds.” Spencer pushed away from Derek and began walking.

“Wait!” Derek ran to catch up. “Pretty boy, you’ve already been with me for almost 24 hours. I think you are already infected. Besides, you, my friend, are shivering. Now let me give you one of my coats.”

Spencer slowed his walking and let Derek drape his second jacket over his thin, purple one. Having a crush on your coworker was the worst.

When the pair reached the motel the sun had fully set and they had snow covering their shoulders and resting on their heads. They brushed it off before entering, where they were bombarded with the overwhelming scent of perfume as what could only be presumed as the owner tugged them in with both of her arms. She was short and wore a sparkly pink dress not unlike one Penelope would wear.

“What can I do for you kind fellows today? Did ya crash on the side of the road? Lots of people did tonight. Can I get you a room? Was it your engine? Faulty car?” The woman rambled.

“Um, we fell in a ditch a little bit back. We just need two rooms for the night,” Spencer looked down at her nametag, “Sasha. Thank you.”

“Well, boys, I am sorry to disappoint but we only have one more room for the night. You’re just gonna have to share.”

“Are there at least two beds?” Spencer whined.

“Sorry,” Sasha took Derek’s credit card and punched in the numbers on a computer that looked almost a decade old. “You good there? You look like you could throw up any second?”

“I’m fine, ma’am. Just give us the room key please.” Derek cleared his throat.

“Alrighty, there you go FBI guys.” Sasha handed them the room key labed 7B.

Given the overwhelming personality that brought them in, neither had a chance to look around and profile the front office. When they got to the room they realized just how miserable the stay would be.

The heater seemed to be turned off resulting in the room being colder than the outside. Complementary water bottles on the nightstand had frozen, expanded, and exploded. The pipes in the walls creaked and whined. Derek moved towards the bed, which when he pulled up the sheets, they were stiff and barely moved at his touch. Spencer moved past the bed and to the kitchen, where he found a coffee machine and cups in the cupboard.

“What are you doing?” Derek coughed.

“Making coffee. It’s something to keep me warm.” Spencer still had Derek’s jacket across his shoulders.

“Alright well, you might be right. I think I’m starting to get a fever. I’m gonna hop in the shower. Hopefully it’s just the reverse air conditioning that’s broken.”

Derek’s observations were proven correct as he unexpectedly walked into the spray of a nearly boiling shower. His muscles relaxed as he began thinking about the events of the day. His nose ran more than it had in the cold weather and it reminded him of a moment in the office that happened some while ago, back when Spencer first joined the BAU.

It was a slow day in the bullpen. With Spencer being nearly fresh from college, Derek wasn’t expecting him to take the best care of himself, no one was. Derek looked up, ready to throw Spencer a rolled up note about how bored he was. Instead he was greeted with an empty desk. After asking Hotch where the boy genius was and getting a surprised ‘I don’t know’ in response, he went in search of him. Spencer was found laying on the couch in an empty office. HIs skin was red and burning to the touch. Derek gave him a couple of shakes and he woke up, groaning. Spencer had gotten the flu and didn’t know how to deal with it at work. Not wanting to disappoint Hotch by skipping a day for something so insignificant as a virus, he settled in an office he correctly assumed was vacant. He insisted that he was okay but Derek refused to believe him. He dropped Spencer off at his apartment and immediately knew. He was in love with Spencer Reid. And he wanted to spend as much time with him as possible.

When Derek was in the shower for at least 15 minutes Spencer presumed that the shower was warm, so he called Sasha at the front desk from the phone in the room. She wouldn’t be able to get someone to come fix it for another day. He sat on the bed, spreading his arms and legs out in an attempt to warm the sheets. Letting his mind wander, he started asking himself questions. Why did he like Derek? He was just his coworker. Just someone in his life. An attractive person in his life, but just like anyone else in his life. Did Derek know how much he meant to him? Would he ever know? Would he be given the chance to let Derek know that he loved him and wanted to spend his life with the other knowing?

He was taken out of his day dream when Derek came out of the bathroom. Derek was shaking. He wore thick, flannel sweatpants and a grey hoodie, along with his socks, not wanting to leave a single part of his body too exposed.

“Uh, I know you’re super germaphobic and probably want nothing to do with my running nose and sore throat right now, but kid, all of my muscles are aching. Do you mind if I-”

“Not at all.” Spencer wrapped his arms around Derek’s middle as he sank onto the bed.

Derek let out a sigh of relief and settled in Spencer’s arms. It wasn’t long until his breathing evened out and he fell asleep in the lanky man’s arms.

“I think I love you, Derek Morgan.” Spencer whispered.

The next day Hotch called Derek to let him know that they caught the unsub. He was an amateur child groomer who left a hair in his latest victims mouth. An officer picked up the pair from the motel and they boarded the jet. Derek’s flu passed as soon as it came and he was better in the morning. A little cuddling with Spencer was just what the doctor ordered.

“Hey, Spencer.” Derek sat across from him after everyone on the jet had fallen asleep.

“Yes, Derek?” Spencer noted the use of his first name in his head.

“We need to talk about last night.”

“What about it?”

“I heard you, Spencer.”

“Wh-what are you talking about? Heard me say what?”

“Spencer,” Derek put his hand on the other’s knee, “I love you too.”

In a panic, Spencer leaned forward and pecked Derek on the lips.

“I-I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that.” He stammered.

“It’s okay. We can do that if you want.” Derek leaned back in for a real kiss from Spencer. He still tasted like the cheap hotel coffee.

“We can do anything as long as we’re together.”

TAGLIST: @greenaway-lewis @pretty-b0yy @w0rmpi3 @sunflowrly @fuckshitupm8-deactivated3728 @the-sassy-one @endetit @adhd-lesbian @nobody121113​ @stalinthestripper​

[weakling-grace]

When someone mentions George Russell vs when someone talks shit about George Russell

smiley alex -> serious alex in a split second

[jupitermelichios]

Jupiter’s Top 10 Fic Series of the Decade

In no particular order (and belonging to no particular fandom)

Honourable Mentions: Of Hunters & Hellblazers by KittyAug - Self Help by maskedfangirl - Bad Jokes by hahaharley - Doubtful Sanity by DustToDust - Wilton’s Bakery ‘Verse by machine_dove & sproings -  Sic Gorgiamus Allos Subjectatos Nunc by etothepii - New Favourite F Word by Polaris - little beasts by noctiphany & likewinning

drawn into something by Nonymos (Venom, Eddie/Venom, Dan/Anne, Eddie/Venom/Dan/Anne)

“Eddie, you… and him.”

“Yeah.” Eddie stares at the floor. “And… and look, Annie, I know it’s weird, but I can explain, I…”

His voice breaks, he’s damn near tearing up, panic rising again—and he jumps when Anne cups his face.

“Hey, it’s—it’s all right, Eddie.” She’s making a valiant effort to smile. “Don’t get so worked up. I’m not gonna run screaming.”

“No?” He laughs and sniffs. “Damn. Starting to wonder what it’s gonna take, at this point.”

This is not Nonymos’s only entry on this list. In fact they may just be my favourite fanfic author of all time. Drawn into something is everything everything I want from a Venom sequel, emotional, kinky, romantic, and poly.

OTP: Fight Club by MorganOfTheFey (Detroit: Become Human, RK900/Gavin)

"One hundred. Ten X," Nines says, voice flat enough it almost doesn't sound like bragging. "I would have been decommissioned otherwise."

"Ohhhh. Aw, that's sad. Just," She tries to snap her fingers and gets distracted for a moment when she can't. "Jus'like that?"

"Yeah RK, that's so sad," Gavin echoes. "Can you play yourself despacito?"

His own phone blares the song barely a second later. Gavin drops a few f-bombs fumbling to get it out of his jacket pocket and turn it off. Then as soon as he puts it back in his pocket, it starts up again.

"Thank you for the suggestion, detective," RK900 says. "This is making me feel better."

The fourth part of this is still coming out, and it’s the highlight of my week when the new chapter drops.

Dreams of the Waking Man by Lex_Munroe (Marvel Comics, Wade/Cable, Daken/Bullseye, Wade & Hope)

All at once, it hurts.  It hurts worse than the day Nate died (because Wade couldn’t accept it back then, insisted that Nate had managed to timeslide out, that the busted old telemetry circuit would only let him go forward and he was just lost for a little while).

He sits in the middle of the floor, ducks his head, cries.

She was smarter than he was—than he is.  She’d known all along.  Brave girl.

Timesliding doesn’t work right on Wade, never has, and their cobbled-together sliding module barely had power to take one stringy teenager for one jump.

She’d known she was leaving her parents, that she certainly wouldn’t see one of them again and quite possibly wouldn’t see the other.

Wade allows himself a moment more for grief and shame and humility.  Then he clears his throat and wipes his eyes and gets back to work.

This may be the cleverest fic I’ve ever read. Crossovers, theoretical physics, and the best love story Marvel never wrote.

The Mountains Are The Same by bonehandledknife & Primarybufferpanel (Mad Max: Fury Road, Furiosa/Max, Furiosa/Ace, Everyone & Healthy Coping Mechanisms)

“'Real isn’t how you are made’” Gilly said with the air of a quote, of a Remembering, “'It’s a thing that happens to you.’”

Rotor closed his eyes in a long blink, “A thing that hurts, innit it right?”

“Sometimes,” Gilly agreed, squeezing his hand, “That’s life though, when you are Real. We all become it bit by bit. But it doesn’t happen if you’re not strong, if you’re not soft, if you’re not sturdy.”

“ But how can y'be all of those at once ?” he wheezed out. It’s getting hard to catch his breath.

“You are all that right now, aren’t you?” Gilly asked him with piercing eyes, “No one else of all these Boys has had the strength to ask for me. And I will Witness you as I have kept all those of my sisters who’ve fallen these past days.”

This series is not always easy, it doesn’t shy away from the hard or the dark or the painful, but it is always worth reading.

The Unspoken Truth by Nonymos (MCU, Clint/Loki)

Barton glared at him like he was trying to decide whether he was being mocked or not, but the next second, his shoulders slumped. Loki was familiar with the feeling – that dreadful feeling of discovering something repulsive in one's own nature.

And then, he waited. He waited for Barton to think and connect the dots, to realize that an obvious solution was standing just before him, to remember how he had felt when waking up tied down, or being forced to drink down the water. The demi-god just stood there, hoping – almost praying for the first time in his life – that his enemy would look up at him with something else than hatred in his eyes.

No one writes kink quite like Nonymos writes kink, and this series is the perfect encapsulation of that.

The Stone Gryphon by rthstewart (Narnia, primarily Gen)

"Tools!" Richard was so shocked he was near speechless. He sat down heavily on the bench and began writing frantically in that strange code. "You are saying that you have observed ordinary crows use tools? Peter, that is… remarkable."

"Well, I've seen Beavers use fishing tackle and sewing machines, so it didn't seem that unusual at the time."

I’m not going to lie, this may not be to everyone’s taste. But, amateur theologian, lover of weird animal facts, and history nerd that I am, there are very few fics more exactly tailored to my interests.

Republic of Heaven Community Radio by ErinPtah (WtNV x His Dark Materials, Cecil/Carlos)

The greeting catches both her and Carlos off-guard. It's not wrong to talk directly to another person's daemon, but it's still a little weird. "Likewise," she stammers.

They're both waiting for the obvious next step, which is for Cecil to introduce his daemon. The fact that Carlos hasn't spotted her yet is understandable — a big community gathering in a small space, you get plenty of daemons breaking away from their humans to socialize directly with each other. Any of the dozen animal shapes currently within ten feet of them could be Cecil's. If his daemon has an unusually high range, there are even more possibilities.

What Cecil says instead is, "If you ever have any important experimental-theology news that you need to share with the town, call me any time! Everyone listens to my show." There's a touch of what Carlos hopes is nothing more sinister than smugness when he adds, "Everyone."

He steps out of the way to let someone else interrogate Carlos, and vanishes into the crowd. Carlos doesn't get a chance to see what daemon he leaves with.

This may be the most carefully thought out crossover I’ve ever read, and I’m a little in awe of ErinPtah’s skills.

The Soul in the Machine by missdreawrites & Troodon (Dishonoured, Corvo/Outsider)

“... Outsider?” Corvo asked, sitting down on the filthy floor. “In the published list of the people who died of the Plague… how many were registered Augments?”

<There have been a total of 231 dead in the past year. Of that group, 100% were Augmented individuals. This number has increased exponentially under Hiram Burrows’ “The Boldest Moves Are The Safest” law, allowing the execution of any individual infected by the Plague.>

“Son of a bitch, ” Corvo swore with feeling. “This is… look at this waste. We aren't even people to them, are we?” He looked down at the body next to him. “And I killed the one person who could help. I did this. I doomed an entire people to plague, and murder and…”

The cyberpunk Dishonoured AU I desperately wish I’d thought of, because it works so very well.

In Which Tony Stark Builds Himself Some Friends (But His Family Was Assigned by Nick Fury) by scifigrl47 (MCU, Steve/Tony)

“Do you know what the difference between a villain and a super villain is, Stark?” Coulson said, leaning his palms on the tabletop, looming over everything like a very snappily dressed gargoyle.

“Style?” Tony asked, pointing both index fingers in Coulson's direction like the gunslinger that he was. He added a wide grin to the gesture, but Coulson didn't seem to notice.

“A villain has a giant mass of robotic vacuum cleaners that he can sic on his enemies. A super villain gives them the ability to fly.”

“In my defense, I do not actually remember installing repulsor technology in the Roombas,” Tony said, choosing his words carefully. It had been a working theory, sure, but he still wasn't quite sure when he implemented it. Maybe sometime on Tuesday night... That one was a blur. “It was a very long couple of days. So I was as surprised by that as everyone else.”

This doesn’t really count as a rec, since everyone in the fandom has read it already, but it really wouldn’t be fair to draw up a ‘best of the 2010s’ list and not include this.

A Great and Gruesome Height by mokuyoubi (Hannibal, Will/Hannibal)

Bedelia lashes out but Will is quicker. He grabs her wrist, pressing hard between the delicate bones with his thumb, until she makes a soft noise of distress and drops the fork.

Hannibal purses his lips and leans in close to her ear. “Now that is disappointing,” he whispers, and Bedelia has the good sense to be afraid with that mouth so near her skin. He inhales her scent deeply and straightens. “I thought you and I were beyond such petty jabs.”

“Were it not for the fact that you required medical attention, I have no doubt I would have met a similarly crass ending at the hands of your pet,” she says, lip curling in disgust.

Hannibal smiles serenely and says, “Will is a creature entirely of his own making. It is not to me to guide his hand. Merely to share in the sublime perfection of his vision, when he allows it.”

There are many dark!Will stories out there, and most of them are a lot of fun, but few are quite at believable as this one.

[ariadynamics]

want you (more than anyone else) - wip

Galex | Rated E | Friends to Lovers, Not Actually Unrequited Love | 4/10

Naturally, the first thing you do after a breakup is to lose spectacularly at golf. The second thing is to request d*ck sucking lessons from your best friend.

Chapter 4 is up!

[russell-63]

75 + 76 for George/Alex... ?? Y’know completely ignoring the fact they pretty much already wrote it themselves 👀😂

Aye Portugal 2.0, let's go😂

Bed Sharing + Did they or didn't they

so George and Alex have been dancing around each other the whole season again

making comments whenever Alex is in the paddock and to say their friends aren't sick of their heart eyes at each other is an understatement

Lando wants to lock them into a room together but Charles has the braincell for once and keeps Lando from interfering

so it goes on and on and they lost count how often they wanted to do a gaming night together and it ended with those two cuddled up together in 'just friends style'

bestie vibes only yk

so Abu Dhabi comes around all of them are tired of the idiots

there's a big party after Abu Dhabi and they aren't wasted but extremely tired

so Lando uses the moment to steal George's key card because he knows Alex has the bigger bed (Max may have provided the information)

so Alex just offers George a place in his bed

it's awkward and they split the bed so everyone has a half

but George is cuddly sleeper and inches closer and closer

it's Abu Dhabi so it's pretty warm

so during the night they both take their shirts off without really noticing (yes that is indeed a thing that can happen)

and wake up to George's head resting on Alex's chest while their legs are tangled together

because they are dumbasses and don't remember what happened, they assume they had sex in their half-asleep states

it takes them a few minutes to realise what exactly happened and how they lost their clothes

then another few minutes to realise they like the closeness and cuddle together again

at one point they talk about their feelings and decide on a date after they are back in England

when they meet the others at the airport later, Max and Lando look incredibly smug while Charles threatens George to put a Ferrari engine in the Williams when George doesn't treat Alex right

they can't really be angry at their friends because in the end they helped them to finally talk about it

Hope you like it!💙

[piastri]

Ok so this is my end of season appreciation post and my REALLY late positivity post:

so I properly started being active on here this year and although I’ve been watching f1 for years being a part of this fandom has made my viewing experience SO MUCH better. Thank you all for the awesome content you have provided!

messages to people I talk/ interact with most on here:

@callumilott Lou aka the queen of the junior series fandom on tumblr and also someone I consider as my big sister on here. You’re one of the kindest people on here and were one of the first people to reach out to me and as someone who is incredibly shy thank you for that 💕

@marcusarmstrng Agnes my fellow marcus stan I’ve loved talking to you and finding out that we have so much in common (from books, 1D, hp houses and our favourite drivers) we’re practically twins 👯 thank you for blessing me with your terrible puns and lifting me up whenever I feel down ❤️

@nyck-devries Lieke i have adopted you as my little sister. I remember talking to you guys for the first time was figuring out when listening to xmas music was acceptable (I still stand by Agnes, August is wayy to early). I love that you always speak up for what you believe in and the way you deal with pesky anons?... iconic.

@jurivips Alice we mainly only talk through asks but i need to shout out ur hilarious tags. Whenever I see you’ve reblogged something I always check to see your tags and they always put a smile on my face :)

@alexanderalbons Brown girls represent! Zeal we don’t actually talk but I feel like I’ve come to know you so well just through your tags ‘otp: throat infection’ 😫😂 thank you for all of your awesome Alex gif sets they’ve made me laugh, cry, smile and get horny (*cough* hand gif set *cough*)

I want to shoutout our lil junior series family on tumblr, staying up with you y’all for macau was a memorable experience and I can’t wait to do it all again next yr! @roberttheminiczar @robschwartzman @robshw @fabioquartarar0 @ilott @maxfewtrell @damsindistress @jackaitkens @youreamonocoque @mick--schumacher @elegantdinosaurgoatee @verstappit @dybaclerc @abbyjaimes03

these are some of the first blogs I followed whom I adore thank you for making me feel included :) @grosjeans @godbastian @maxemav @italianoaussiepapi @papitohulkenbergito @maxstappen @riccciardo @blinksompedersen @manielx333 @riccflair-dripp

other blogs I LOVE: @messymindmessyblog @tororuhroh @totovolff @albonappetit @formula-what @maxverstappen @sebxvettel @fanthaastic @sjarl-eclair @antisoucials @babysharles @ricciardo-dan @k-raikkonen @realmahdrid16 @ovcrtakes @jetmode @maxdevrijns @landofnorris @hyphenverstappen @formula-sainz @landoavocado

I’ve put off doing this post for so long because I just know I’m going to miss people out which I hate! But just know that if I have ever liked/reblogged/followed or interacted with you in any way thank you from the bottom of my heart ❤️

[leagueofidiots]

I know I've found signs of my otps before I even shipped them...Earliest sign of spinarakidabi?

Hey look, also the first time I realized I didn't give Su enough attention and actually gave him some

Triggers! Mentions of eating disorders

This is a chapter out of my NaNoWriMo and makes more sense with context, but it's fine without too if you haven't read it

The league managed to make me cook almost all of the food Hawks brought us in just two days. This may not sound like much since there are eight of us, but after Hawks left, the majority of the group went off to do crime things.

Twice is staying because of his lack of silence, I'm here because our latest mission involves a lot of hand work, and Spinner decided to use his skip.

Kurogiri contacted us after twelve hours that there had been complications, and that they'd be back in 48 hours. So now we wait.

At the moment, Spinner is playing some zombie game on the XBox we keep telling Tomura to sell. There's a lot of slow running, annoying noises, and gunfire.

Twice has a notebook out, which he's scribbling in with gel pens. He's humming quietly to himself, broken off by the occasional mutter.

I'm acting decently and reading. The book's pretty good. It's called The Little Match Girl. It'd be a lot better if I could focus on the words through the noise.

"I'm gonna go out and take a walk," says Jin suddenly. "I won't be long, just need some air. I'm never coming back."

"Alright, just don't get caught. We don't have Kurogiri to come get you the second you click your little earpiece and scream." He nods, grabbing a pack of cigarettes, and exits the bar.

There's a minute of quiet (well, relative quiet) before Spinner pauses his game and looks back at me. "Hey, Dabs?" I look up from my book. "When did you last eat something?"

A knot twists in my stomach. When we had no food around, it was easy to hide it, but now that the team's been having three meals a day they've been very observant of my eating habits. Or rather, not eating habits.

The last thing I ate was a sandwich out of a dumpster, and even that was only because Giran said I should. Giran is simply a man that must be listened to, after all he's done for me. That was...two weeks ago, I think.

"This morning. I got up and made myself cereal. Why?" I should start practicing my lying in the mirror.

"We don't even have cereal." Correction: I need to see if Lying for Dummies is an existing title. "Dabi, why are you lying to me about this?"

I huff. "Because I don't want anybody worrying about me."

"And why are you so opposed to that idea? If you have a problem, we're going to worry about it. If it were me not eating, would you try to help?"

"Well, yeah, but---"

"Then you need to let us help you." He stands up, goes over to where our low stock of food is, and grabs a cracker. "Look, I used to do this too, so I know it's hard. But can you please just eat this for me?"

I hesitantly take it in my hand. "This is all?"

"For today, sure. But it's not healthy, what you're doing. I want you to eat something whenever we eat, even if it's just something small. Is that okay?"

"But if I don't need to eat, why waste---"

He cuts me off with a glare. "Dabi, you are not a waste. I know you weren't raised to think that, but it's true."

"Look, Suichi, I---"

"Just eat the graham cracker, you piece of bacon." I chew it quickly, staring him dead in the eye. "Thank you."

I hate eating. Food feels weird in my mouth, both from the unfamiliarity and the way it rubs against the raw skin that makes up my face. And the second I taste it, I'm always hit with a wave of hunger, another unfamiliar feeling.

"Happy?" I dust the crumbs off of my black jeans, praying my stomach won't rumble.

"Yes, actually. I didn't think you actually would." He picks at one of his talons. "I just want to remind you that we care about you. And if you ever need...I dunno, anything...we're all in this together."

"Thanks, I guess I'm just still not used to all this."

"No, it makes sense. Your dad sucked and then you spent ten years on the streets. It's not like you had anybody to go to."

I shrug. "I guess." He's only half right, but I really don't want this conversation drawn out more. Besides, if I told him the truth, the league would probably start ganging up on our doctor next, and that's the last thing we need.

"Alright. I'll leave you alone now. Just promise you'll take care of yourself. If not just to be happy, then for Shiggy, okay?" He extends his scaly pinkie to me.

I wrap mine around his. "Yeah, sure, whatever." It had never occurred to me how he'd feel about this. Or even my other teammates. They've put so much effort into making sure I'm not killing myself or getting arrested, telling me they care about me despite all my uglier sides; and yet I'm still where I'm at. Selfish. Falling apart at the seams.

The gunfire and undead groaning resumes, and all I can do is open my book back up like nothing happened. What else is there to do?

"One of your staples was falling out," he says quietly from the floor.

I huff, rubbing my finger along the edges of my burns. "Why didn't you tell me that earlier?"

"Because I was too busy forcing a cracker down your throat. It's on your neck."

"Oh." I fix it quickly. "I should probably change these out soon."

"Wait, wait you have to change those?"

"Yeah, I don't particularly want an infection. I try to change them out when I can. I would do it daily, but I really hate getting it done."

"Oh, do you go to Ujiko? I thought you just took a stapler gun and…" He makes a weird sound effect that I think is supposed to be a stapler.

"No, they're medical staples. Sturdier."

He nods, still shooting things. "I can drive you if you want? It's not like the three of us are doing anything, they probably won't be back anytime soon."

"I'm not getting in any car you're driving ever again," I say, remembering how sick I felt after my last experience with his control over a moving vehicle.

He rolls his eyes. "Fine, I'll let Jin do it."

[kailenawolf]

A/N: So I’ve fallen into the rare pair hell that is Cady/Mathias from the show Longmire. I’ve been writing snippets in my poor friend @untapdtreasure inbox and apparently infected her with my obsession with these two idiots and has been encouraging me to share. What’s that meme going around, when your OTP is so rare there is nothing for them and you gotta fill up that tag yourself. Anyway here are some of my ramblings and shippy nonsense.

Cady could feel the tension in the room rise when Mathias walked in behind her, she could tell he noticed but he somehow kept his body language open and loose. He appeared at ease and non threatening, but Cady could see his back straighten just a fraction and his shoulders squared. Mathias was good at pretending he wasn’t a threat in her dads office. Vic the ever loyal deputy, quickly followed them in before the door could completely shut and quickly began posturing. The woman always seemed more aggressive with anyone who didn’t care for her dad, though sometimes it was hard to tell because frankly Vic was a pit bull with a ponytail. Normally she and Vic got along just fine, but at seeing her try to intimidate Mathias by ganging up on him with Walt made her bristle. Purposely angling her body Cady blocked Vic’s view of him, and sent her a glare to back off or get out. Vic blinked, unphased and her mouth hardening up in a tight frown. Mathias cleared his throat, shooting the women a look that was slightly uncomfortable but quickly focused on Walt to tell him why he was there. 

"I need your help." 

"What is it?" Her dad was a good man, he listened without judgement - most of the time - and let Mathias tell him what was going on and why he needed his help. Even though he had to swallow his pride to admit it. 

Vic scoffed and rolled her eyes, "This sounds like it is more your problem than ours. Why should we help?" 

Cadys hackles rose even more and she almost snarled when she replied. "Because it's the right thing, and-" 

"That's never stopped him from denying us help when we have asked. We still managed to close our cases when he refused to assist us, maybe it's time he figured out how frustrating it is." Vic snapped cutting Cady off. 

Mathias quickly reached over and placed a hand over Cady’s before she could stand up and try to slap the deputy. Walt’s gaze flicked down to their hands as Cady relaxed minutely at the touch though she was still furious. "Vic." All he said was her name and she cowed, not by much, but it was enough to know she had crossed a line with him. 

"What? It's true and you know it." She said defensively, arms crossing her chest and she hunched like a petulant teenager. 

"Wait outside for me please." His voice was quiet, but the command was still there in his tone, and Vic reluctantly did as she was told. 

After that things were more cordial, still tense, but civil. Walt had agreed to lend out his services to help Mathias out because the illegal activity that was happening on the res and in the casino thanks to Malachi would spread into his jurisdiction soon enough if not stopped soon. "Cady, can I talk to you for a second?" 

"Sure dad," turning to Mathias she squeezed his arm and told him she’d meet him a minute to take her back to her clinic. "What's up?"

Walt looked almost like he'd swallowed something that had gotten stuck in his throat. An uncomfortable grimace twisting his mouth as he tried to figure out how to ask a question he wasn’t sure he wanted answered. "You’ve, uh, been helping out at the res station a lot lately...” He hummed, fidgeting in his seat.

Cady paused frowning, a confused knit drawing her brows together. “Yeah, they need a lawyers perspective sometimes to make sure their cases won’t get tossed. I can help them and I’m happy to offer my services.”

Walt nodded a bit absently as he continued to struggle with the words he wanted to use. “Are you and Mathias..." 

When he struggled to finish Cady understood what he was really trying to ask and scowled at her father. "Not that it's any of your business dad, but no. Was that it, or is there another inappropriate question you wanna ask?" She challenged, a bit defensive. 

"Uh no, no, you can go on ahead. I'll call you later." She bet he would too. "Bye Punk, just... just stay safe okay?" His eyes kept flicking from the floor back to her face showing his shame but also his parental worry. 

She softened a bit, she had scared him more than once with all that had happened in the past few years and admittedly her dating history wasn’t the best, all things considered. "Love you too dad, see ya later." 

When she left she found Mathias leaning against the building outside waiting for her, his arms were crossed and his eyes scanned everything before they settled and stayed on her as she approached. "Everything okay?"

"Yeah, nothing serious. Just typical dad stuff." Mathias nodded as they walked towards the car. 

"Cant say I blame him, if you were mine I'd probably be sleeping in my car outside your house." Cady laughed at the thought, but a flutter in her stomach at the use of the word mine made Cady think of a different connotation than what he’d said.

[monlunetaeil]

"You're my medicine"

Requests: Open!!

Requested?: Yes! For anon♥

"2 and 5 cute otp starters :)))", "you can choose!!" hope you don't mind my choice, I can't help but chose my boy🤧

2. “You’re my medicine."

5. “Oh my god you have such an adorable sneeze?”

Synopsis: In which Haechan doesn't know a lot about frebreeze but he knows the way to you heart and hey, thats all that matters right?

Word count: 0.7k

There were moments in life that made you rethink your relationship with Haechan, this was one of them. The honey-skinned boy currently stood at the end of your bed, one hand covering his mouth, the other holding a febreeze bottle,

“Is it safe to come closer? Or will you infect me? I can’t die yet I’m too young”

“Firstly Haechan, I have a cold, not the plague you won’t die if you come closer. Secondly, is that Taeyongs bottle of febreeze? You know that stuff has zero disinfecting properties right? And Thirdly, I’m younger than you? If anyone is too young to die, it’s me. Now put the bottle down and come here before I text Taeyong and let him know where his prized possession is.”

“Noted” Haechan said, placing the bottle on your dresser and walking over to your bed. He moved his hands to ask you to move over and you complied, letting Haechan under the covers and into your bed, your head falling onto his chest. You didn’t speak much after that, partly to rest your aching throat but mostly in favour of hearing your boyfriend speak about his week. After a while, the soothing sound of Haechan’s voice and the sound of his heartbeat began to lull you to sleep.

That is until your alarm went off.

You let out a loud grown, pulling yourself off of Haechan and reaching to turn the alarm off.

“What’s the alarm for babe?” Haechan asked already pulling you back down to his chest. He wouldn’t admit it but he could tell how disgusting and tired you felt and wanted nothing more than for you to get a good sleep.

“My medicine.” You replied, attempting to hoist yourself over Haechan to retrieve it.

“Ahh ah, no lay down! Where is it? I’ll go get it”

“Fridge” you mumbled, eyes already closing as your head hit the pillow. Haechan grabbed the small bottle from the fridge before rummaging around your cupboards in a attempt to find some tea. He eventually found it, turning on the kettle and waiting for it to boil. Once done, he walked back to your room, placing both the tea and the medicine on your bedside table before climbing back under the covers.

“D’you get it?” You then asked groggily, hands rubbing your eyes.

“Yep, right here,” Haechan said smugly, arms open wide.

“Very funny Hyuck, now give me my medicine”

“Hey! You’re supposed to say ‘you’re my medicine’! I come here to take care of y-”

But before Haechan could finish, you let out a violent sneeze, a whimper leaving your body at the pain it caused your chest.

“Ok, I’m going to ignore your slander because oh my god, you have such an adorable sneeze?”

“Shut up,” You said, hitting the older boy weakly in the shoulder. Haechan feigned pain, earning a laugh from you before handing you the small bottle of medicine. You grimaced at the disgusting taste before handing the bottle back to Haechan,

“I made you some tea too, I thought it might help,” he said shyly, handing you the mug. Sure Haechan was one for affection, but it normally came along with a dig or mean comment so the sweet gesture left you blushing.

“Thanks Hyuckie. Wanna watch a movie?”

Haechan nodded in agreement before removing the mug from your hands and pulling you back into his chest. You didn’t pay attention to the movie much, your medicine kicking in and making you drowsy despite your desperate attempts to keep watching.

“Sleep baby. It’ll make you feel better and I promise i’ll still be here when you wake up” Haechan said, placing a small kiss to the top of your head. You let out a small mubble, snuggling closer and letting your eyes fall shut.

“Goodnight baby, I love you,” was the last thing you heard and you fell asleep wondering how you ever got so lucky.

[chibicrow]

18. things you said when you were scared / Jack and Yusei.

So I didn’t know if you meant “write this as a brotp” or write this as like. an otp. So I went the OTP route daslfkdsjaflk. 

Anyway, just for context’s sake: I’m not comfortable w/ shipping Jack and Yusei at least in the 5D’s verse (b/c Martha basically says they’re brothers and I listen to Martha ok dalsfkdjsklfads). But, also, I used to be a huge KingCrab shipper and wanted to write them that way anyway. The result? Basically I put Yusei in the Arc V universe where the two didn’t practically grow up as brothers. So yeah. 😂

(I think this is the first time I’ve ever written KingCrab actually? Wild.)

Anyway, if anyone needs anything tagged lmk.

Also happy birthday Yusei sorry you’re treated so badly in this rip. 

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Jack was from Commons, but he could never, never forget what they did to the only one he ever loved. They, those rebellious snakes, all screamed about him being a traitor to the cause, for being the dog in the lap of the Tops, but waving through the sea of the Tops and Public Maintenance hierarchy, clawing and burning his way to the summit so that others could follow didn’t hold a candle to manhandling, abusing, almost killing, and imprisoning an innocent man.

Yet, it was because of him that he wanted to bring the two together. So he couldn’t hate Commons completely. 

On a rare day when Roger wasn’t breathing down his neck, Jack, with a black derby cap, sunglasses, simple jacket, and jeans - so he wouldn’t be detected - journey toward to a prison that some of the Commons rebels had built, just for the handful of Tops they had captured. It was well-hidden, definitely so that none of Sector Security could find it, and, had it not been for his lover’s quick thinking at the last moment, giving Jack a small tracking device, Jack wouldn’t have had a chance in hell of finding it either. 

At last, he saw the makeshift prisons, molded by brick and the rare metal the rebels had found. The cries for help, the whines of “get me out of here” tore at Jack’s chest and ears, but he, despite what he’s been made out to be by the Public Maintenance Bureau and the Executive Council, wasn’t here for them.  

He was here for his lover and his lover only. He had to make sure he was still alive.

One foot in front of the other, Jack swiftly walked past the prisoners, as if afraid they could see right past his disguise, until, out of the corner of his eye, he saw his lover laying sideways, barely moving, barely breathing. Jack’s heart stopped as he stepped closer and closer, fearing the worst had happened and he had been too late. 

“Yusei! Yusei!” cried Jack, though not too loudly so as to avoid the Commons guards - a rag-tag bunch with clubs and other weapons - noticing him and throwing them in one of these inhumane cells. 

A slight twitch and cough. Oh thank god, he’s still alive. Jack thought, fighting against the lump that was bobbing erratically in his throat. 

“Ja-Jack? Is that you?”

Had it not been for the distinct Tops accent Yusei had and still managed to speak in, Jack would’ve most definitely thought it had been someone else in his body. His voice was almost unrecognizable.

“Yes, yes it’s me, Jack,” he whispered, forcing a hand through the bars to stroke Yusei’s back. “I’ve missed you. I-I had to see you again.”

“You never change, do you?” A cough followed, and Jack continued to fight against the lump in his throat. 

“Don’t overdo it. Please.”

In typical Yusei fashion, though he ignored the advice by turning over, wincing as he did so. Jack couldn’t help but stare at his face. It had once been so clean, free of imperfections and scars, a face that Jack had dared to defile with his kisses. Yusei’s dark blue eyes once held so much life and brightened when he talked about quantum physics, dimensions, and galaxies, things that went way over Jack’s head, but he had loved to listen to him regardless.

But, now, his face had been bruised, beaten, bloodied. A semblance of a criminal marker had been carved on that perfect face, the scar improperly treated and, no doubt, infected. And his blue eyes - those piercing blue eyes - had the light taken out of them. He was barely hanging on, and there was nothing Jack could do. And he was pissed.

“I can’t. I can’t believe they did this to you,” Jack whispered, fighting to keep the anger from his voice. It would be all over for him as well if he wasn’t careful. 

“Jack, listen.... You have to unite Tops and Commons. It’s the only way to stop this,” said the prisoner, curling further into himself. “You have to promise me.”

Jack gasped. He was still talking about that? After what they did to him? “But, Yusei, look what they did to you! And there’s no telling when I’ll be next. How could you. How could I possibly -”

“Jack.”

There it was. The soft, gentle way Yusei would say his name whenever his feelings spiraled out of control. Yet, instead of the soothing effect it would usually have, it only made Jack feel that much worse.

“Jack, it’s going to be fine. I believe in you,” he whispered. “Just promise me, okay?”

“But, I can’t just. Can’t just leave you here -”

A coughing fit prevented Jack from finishing his sentence. He felt so helpless, powerless, watching his lover in such a state. 

“Yusei!”

“I’ll be fine. Promise me, Jack.”

Jack let a few tears fall. “I promise. And I’ll come back for you.”

Yusei gave a small smile before closing his eyes. “I’m counting on you.”  

[merrymcfuckyourself]

Dumb S-Word Headcannons for Ralsei because I’m horny and stupid

(I left out 3 questions and edited 1 just because I just didn’t feel like trying to answer them. With that said, let’s throw away the last scraps of dignity I have to my name.)

🤒: How often do they get sick? What kinds of illnesses do they tend to get most often? Colds, flu, sinus infections, stomach viruses?

Ralsei tends to get sick only slightly more than an average young monster would, so maybe 2 or 3 times a year.  A regular chest/head cold is the most common, but he is prone to the flu if it happens to be going around.

🌡: Do they tend to run hot or cold? When they have a fever, is it barely noticeable, or does their temperature skyrocket?

It’s common for his temperature to get pretty high and spike a couple of times, at most getting to 103. at it’s peek. 

😷: When they’re sick, do they stay home or go to work/school? If they don’t go to work or school, do they try to rest, or do they just go on with their day like normal? Do they try to avoid getting others sick by taking precautions like a mask or staying away from others in general?

He can be a rather stubborn patient if there’s work to be done, but either way doesn’t put up much of a fight if someone forces him to rest. He normally would insist on isolating himself to prevent the spread of illness, but would still go along with it if his friends insisted on sticking by him (Especially considering Kris knows how much he hates being alone)

🤧: What does their sneeze sound like? (Description, spelling, or both!)

eh...Hah-!HHAshuu-!  *(can range in pitch or volume but buildup is almost always involved one way or another)

😩: Do they tend to sneeze just once or twice, or multiple times? Do they have fits frequently or rarely? Does how many times they sneeze depend on the cause?

It’s more common for him to just have fits of 2 or 3 depending on the cause, but if the stars align then he can go into an uncontrollable fit that lasts for about 1 minute.

🌸: Are they allergic to any kind of plants? Flowers, weeds, trees? If yes, how bad are their allergies to those plants?

Ralsei actually loves the flowers of the Lightner World, that being said, some of them and most weeds/trees around Allergy Season more often than not can send him into those minute-long fits as previously mentioned

🕯: Are they allergic to other things? Dust, animals, perfumes, certain fragrances? Anything that might be considered “out of the ordinary” to be allergic to? How bad are those allergies?

Aside from the pollen allergies I mentioned above, there’s nothing else really that severe. 

👃: In general, how sensitive is their nose? Can something like a certain flower or smell make them sneeze even if they’re not allergic to it? Do they sneeze a lot on average, or not very much? Does their nose twitch a lot, or barely ever at all?

Something like a feather or even someone else’s hair (usually Kris’) can set him off. This one weakness has been taken advantage of by Susie more than once. Other than that he pretty much never sneezes without a clear cause. Also, more often with allergies, his muzzle will twitch like a bunny rabbit right before sneezing, another thing Susie likes to make fun of him for when it happens.

😭: When they’re sick, do they try to downplay their symptoms, or do they treat every little cold like the plague? Do they whine a lot, or do they complain quietly or even just in their head?

He always stays pretty quiet about his suffering even when he feels miserable, but it’s still easy to tell even if he’s not whining about it. 

✨: What would be the best way for someone to induce them? Feathers, rolled-up tissue, or something else? How much stimulation would it take for them to start sneezing? Would inducing produce just one or two sneezes from them, or multiples?

He’s pretty easy to induce with just a few strokes from a feather or tickling him with Kris’s hair (god fucking dammit it hurt my brain to type that but my body was all for it) 

💦: How wet are their sneezes? Do they spray barely at all, or are you gonna need an umbrella? Do they try to cover at all, or just let it go? Do they sniffle a lot when they’re sick or allergies are bugging them?

Picture a full spray bottle of Water. That is all I’ll say

🤝: Do they like to be taken care of when they’re not feeling well? Or do they hate it when people fuss over them? If they do, what’s their favorite thing about being taken care of? If not, why don’t they like being taken care of? How bad would they have to be before they’d let anyone take care of them in any capacity?

Ralsei tolerates being taken care of, and silently appreciates someone caring about him enough to take time out of their day and do so.

💊: Do they take their medicine like a grown-up, or do they try to fight it? Do they prefer pills or liquid medicine? Can they be “tricked” by having the medicine mixed with applesauce or with a drink, or would they still not take it even then?

The first couple times it was easy to get him to take it because he wasn’t aware that pretty much all liquid medicine tastes awful. Even now, he’ll either choke it down with little to no fuss, or politely ask if he could just take it in pill form, and failing that, mix it in some apple juice and he’ll never tell the difference.

🍲: What do they like to eat while they’re sick? Do they like soup, or would they prefer something that isn’t “sick person food”? Do they lose their appetite when they’re sick, or are they hungrier than usual?

He loses any appetite for food, pretty much just surviving on water if you let him. Susie’s the only one who basically scared him into eating some cheese and crackers or else she’d hurt him (which was probably just an empty threat but he’s not gonna take that risk)

🍵: Do they like tea when they’re not feeling well? If so, do they like it with honey, lemon, both, with something else, or just plain? Would they accept something else if they couldn’t have tea? If they don’t like tea, is there something they’d rather drink instead? Would they drink tea if their preferred drink wasn’t available?

He may not like food, but he always appreciates a cup of tea on any day.

😔: What are their “tells” when they’re not feeling their best? Do they sleep more or less? Do they become easily irritated, aggressive, snap at little things? Or do they withdraw and become quieter, cry at the drop of a hat, stay in the background? What’s the one surefire way that one of their loved ones would be able to tell that they’re sick?

He goes from perky and good at holding conversations to tired and quiet, not speaking unless spoken to and even then you might have to shout his name once or twice to get his attention.

❄️: Would it be more unusual to see this character sick during the winter or during the summer? Do they typically go down during cold and flu season, or do they usually get summer colds?

He’ll often get sick as soon as the seasons shift or any little (or major) bug is going around. If it’s cold and flu season, he’s typically the first to get sick but the first to fully recover.

🎤: How does their voice change when they’re sick or allergies are bugging them? Does their voice get lower? Scratchy? Raspy? Can you hear any congestion in their voice or do they hide it well? Do they avoid speaking too much because of a sore throat and coughing, or do they try to talk through those things?

His voice pretty much disappears completely by the peek of a bad cold/flu

⚙️: Do they have some kind of ritual that they do when they’re not feeling great that helps? Does it help physically, or does it just make them feel better emotionally?

If he can’t sleep (coughing, congestion, ect), he’ll read a book until he knocks out. Usually happens only an hour or 2 into reading. 

😳: Are they embarrassed by their sneezes, or do they just not really care? Do they apologize after sneezing? Do they say “sorry!” or “excuse me!” or anything like that? If they’re embarrassed about it, why?

Susie’s taunting of his sneeze has made him a chronic apologizer, even if she’s not around anywhere.

😥: What would they do if somebody gave them a gift that they’re allergic to? Would they say they’re allergic to it or not? Try to give it back, keep it, or get rid of it later?

He’d insist on keeping the gift and probably hold onto it until someone else forcibly took it from him and threw it away.

📝: Quick! Come up with a scenario for them! It doesn’t have to be anything fancy, just something you think would be cute or something you’d like to see with them!

you have made a grave error in giving me this power Soo, my favorite allergy scenario for Ralsei is admittedly one like to give a lot of characters/OTPs I’m obsessed with. Hanging out or going on a date with someone (Kris) in a meadow, but suddenly having a reaction to the flowers around them, but not wanting to leave and ruin their outing until they’re basically a not sohuman Tap and struggling to breathe, making their SO drag their stubborn ass out of there for their own health and safety.

My favorite Sick Fic scenario for him that I’m totally not just conjuring up in my head as I type this would beee...Ral is sick and him and Kris are the only ones in the house, effectively forcing Kris into the role of sole caretaker. They finally convinced the kid to lay down and sleep, and the place he happened to drop was right on Kris’s stomach while laying on the couch. So they’re laying there, pinned to the couch watching TV or something, when without warning, Ralsei sneezes into his sweater, getting that one spot all damp, and immediately falling back asleep, leaving a shocked and silently pissed off Kris.

And that’s it! What, were you expecting a joke or something?

[popliar]

namseok fic links pt 2

more namseok fic links! for namseok_week on twt

this post includes a ton of namseok+others ot3 links too!

usual disclaimer: I bookmark so many things and sometimes I don’t remember why… but these are all readable and worth a click imo!

part 1 namseok links is here | other fic links here 

Hoseok/Namjoon

Strike A Pose - hope_and_hardship Hoseok/Namjoon. "Hoseok and Namjoon are Instagram models who are both just starting to make a name for themselves. It turns out they have a lot in common. The trouble is they don’t like each other very much." 10,500 words.

Happy Friendship Time - almostblue (fictionalaspect) Hoseok/Namjoon. "Namjoon takes a deep breath. "I thought--that you'd maybe--and we don't have to stay here, we could go out, sometimes--there's this really pretty park I've been meaning to go to, and this great restaurant I think you'd really like--"

"Oh," Hoseok says, and tries to ignore the flipping sensation in his chest. "Oh. You want to like. Have a standing…" Date, he thinks. No, wait, don't say date. "...Happy Friendship time?"

Namjoon presses his lips together, looking like he's trying not to laugh. "Yes," he says earnestly. "Yes. I would really like that."

"Well, damn," Hoseok says, all of his feelings swimming around in his chest, like he's a goddamn living fishbowl or something. This is a bad idea. This is such a bad idea. "Awesome. Sure. Let's get it."" 11,700 words.

when the moon rises - niveuos Hoseok/Namjoon. "Namjoon, self proclaimed human disaster, makes out with Hoseok, his Super Cool best friend, while they're drunk at a college party. Oh, and Hoseok is also probably the love of his life, so he's pretty sure he's just basically ruined absolutely everything between them. (Spoiler alert: he hasn't.)" lots of pining and misunderstanding! 22,000 words.

no one's got me quite like you - morsku Jimin/Yoongi, Hoseok/Namjoon. "Hoseok's had a bad luck streak in his relationships and Yoongi has always been there to pick him up, dust him off and send him towards new disappointments. Except this time, Hoseok accidentally finds the love of his life, no one around Yoongi is single anymore and the tables get completely turned when Jimin barges into Yoongi's life like he owned the place." 13,100 words.

in the heart of the light - jesspava Hoseok/Namjoon. "Hoseok doesn’t hide the way pain crosses his face. “You’re going to cite our non-fraternization policy at me, aren’t you?” he says. “Yessir.” “God,” he laughs, bitter. “I hate how well I know you.” (military AU inspired by descendants of the sun)" 13,100 words.

The Prince's Wingmen - smiles Seokjin/Yoongi, Hoseok/Namjoon. "It had been assumed that the fuss and borderline-intrusive interest in the crown prince's nuptials would eventually subside once he and his groom were married. This, of course, did not happen, and so the task fell to the royal biographer Kim Jisoo to interview, collect, and in all ways assemble the story of how Namjoon met and fell in love with Hoseok. As Prince Namjoon's closest friends, Yoongi and Seokjin have a lot to say about their role in the happy couple's pairing. And a lot more to say about each other." 23,400 words.

under the blazing sun - bananas  Hoseok/Namjoon. "That night, as he lay in his rickety bed, thin sheet barely covering his sweat-soaked body and his defenses suddenly all but non-existent, all Namjoon saw when he closed his eyes was Hoseok's radiant smile, glowing like the sun, and he thought to himself, he wouldn’t mind letting the light from this sun blind him. or namjoon has photophobia and hoseok is the sun" surfer hobi. 20,200 words.

miscommunifection - KingOfHearts709  Hoseok/Namjoon. "“And... I just want...” Namjoon freezes, why does this sound so serious? Why is Hoseok playing with his hands? “...be my boyfriend.” OR Namjoon gets an ear infection, and admittedly, context clues aren't always the best to rely on." 3800 words.

told you with a smile - pardon  Hoseok/Namjoon. "Namjoon can be evasive. Hoseok figures out why." 1000 words.

Secret Santa's Who's Who - emerald_bard  Hoseok/Namjoon. "FROM: Kim Taehyung TO: Kim Namjoon Your participation in this year's Secret Santa drawing is mandatory. I need an even number of particpants. And you can't say NO! You owe me too many favors." office au. 4900 words.

Bring Me Back Down to Earth - Katuize  Hoseok/Namjoon. "Sometimes Namjoon needs someone to get him out of his head. When he needs someone, he goes to Hoseok." caregiving, hurt/comfort. 1100 words.

we will fly well - Miralana  Hoseok/Namjoon. "Namjoon and Hoseok just want to have a nice dinner and maybe fuck somewhere where their children can't interrupt them every five seconds. (They just hope that Seokjin doesn't accidently microwave them while they're gone.)" hot and funny and sweet. 4600 words.

Pink in the Night - updownandsideways  Hoseok/Namjoon. "Maybe there's a few perks to being stuck at the kids' table every christmas party after all."  7400 words.

Like The Moon To The Sun - AttesTaetion (BTS) Hoseok/Namjoon. "“Joonie.” It’s said softly. Gently and sweetly. Hoseok is speaking to him the way Namjoon typically speaks to the little animals he comes across during his walks in the park. In a way that’s meant to soothe them. To let them know that he doesn’t mean any harm. Because he cares for them. Because they’re cute and small and he thinks they’re adorable. Basically, Namjoon has a bad day and Hoseok is there to take care of him." 5800 words.

yesterday, today, tomorrow - tsukishirohana  Hoseok/Namjoon. "Namjoon breaks up with Seokjin. He tries to put himself back together." the first 2/3 of this are about namjoon trying to get over jin and it's sad esp if you ship namjin. but the last chapter is namseok sweetness! 61,300 words.

a house made of cards (and us inside) - agustxxx, honeyboyyoongi  Hoseok/Namjoon. "Being the generally fearful person that Hoseok is, most people would think that when faced with a grim reaper, Hoseok would run the other way screaming, which is fair. But then again, most people don’t know that Hoseok’s boyfriend is the King of Hell." 10,700 words.

Hoseok/Namjoon/Yoongi

Little Admirer - gusgiis (rravii)  Hoseok/Namjoon/Yoongi. "Looking back out into the sea, Hoseok spots a glint of purple hair and a grin spreads on his lips. "Our admirer is here." Hoseok remarks, making Yoongi smile as well." Hoseok is a demon, Yoongi is a witch and Namjoon is a siren. Cute! 9500 words.

whoever’s got you got gold - wildlikeawolfpack  Hoseok/Namjoon/Yoongi. "hoseok (very much human) meets yoongi and namjoon (far from human). he offers them his blood and his hands to hold." 7700 words.

want oceans to part, overcome in a war of hearts - morelenmir  Hoseok/Namjoon/Yoongi. "Yoongi enters the little house with a clatter, blinking through raindrops in his eyes at the figure in front of the cast-iron stove. "Seok-ah," he calls, wrestling with the buttons of his yellow raincoat and the plastic bags digging into his fingers. "I need a hand--" His voice whips away into nothingness. The groceries hit the floor, eggs cracking open inside the bags. Namjoon stares up at him from where he kneels, firewood still in his hands. Yoongi takes a faltering step forward, fingers opening and closing on empty air. Namjoon smiles. "I'm home."" fantasy au. 2300 words.

Poly rapline au - runchrandom “Poly rapline au where namjoon is trying to get dressed but he left his jeans on the washing line the night before and has to make a dash outside in his boxers and shirt & hears a whistle from an upstairs apartment balcony where he can see boyfriend sope drinking coffee & watching”

Space, I Guess That's What I Choose - DefaltManifesto  Yoongi/Hoseok/Namjoon. "Yoongi doesn’t purr. He never has. It’s in the movies as a sign of the ultimate love and devotion, something everyone knows is bullshit but all it does is remind him that he’ll always be alone. The truth is, Omegas purr for all sorts of reasons. It’s a way to self-soothe the doctors say. He’s not sure what came first with him – the depression or the lack of purring, but the psychiatrist says it doesn’t matter. The anti-depressants he’ll start taking won’t let him anyways. His mother cries as he takes the slip from the psychiatrist. “It’s fine,” he says on the way home. “I’m not any good at soothing myself anyways.” Her hands turn white as they grip the steering wheel. “That’s not the point.”" follows canon timeline quite closely. 8700 words.

your body calls me - momentsinlove  Hoseok/Namjoon/Yoongi. "just really soft rapline with hoseok and namjoon taking care of yoongi" 2600 words.

shawty you can get blazed - marienadine  Hoseok/Namjoon/Yoongi. "Namjoon knows it’s going to be one of those nights the second Yoongi crawls into Hoseok’s lap." 2000 words.

we never sleep (we never try) - psikeval  Hoseok/Namjoon/Yoongi. "There’s a joyful sort of fluttering in her throat, like something bubbling up and aching with how happy it makes her feel. Just this, the two of them waiting here for her, in love with each other and with her. Never stops feeling like a miracle." yoonji and her 2 bfs. very porny. 4100 words.

Bound Together - landofpromise (BTS) Hoseok/Namjoon/Yoongi. "“How is everything? How are you and Hoseok handling final year?” “Ah, it’s going okay,” Namjoon says, then supplies, “Hoseok has a boyfriend.” “Oh, that’s why you’re acting like this,” his mom smiles solemnly. There's a reason that Namjoon doesn't feel jealous about that.” 7800 words.

Logical Thinking - Only_A_Fangirl  Hoseok/Namjoon/Yoongi. "“What’s the favor you wanted?” Namjoon asks.“Right,” Hoseok says. “So, I drank a little bit yesterday, and I got this really good idea. And then I sobered up and the idea was still good, so… here I am.”“What is it?” Yoongi asks.Hoseok takes a deep breath, looks at Yoongi pointedly for a few seconds, “Let me suck your dick.”" a huge novel of porn and feelings, i respect this so much!!! 135,100 words.

So You're Still Thinking Of Me - emlisy  Hoseok/Namjoon/Yoongi. "The classic ‘who in your otp is scared of spiders and who begrudgingly removes them’ that grew a mind of it's own and turned into long term boyfriends yoonseok slowly falling in love with their kindhearted neighbor Namjoon." 35,200 words.

Someone to Save Me; Someone to Love Me - eightninetwo  Namjoon/Hoseok/Yoongi. "Two's company, three's a party— Namjoon's just looking for a new companion, but he ends up with a whole lot more." the one where he adopts a dog! 17,100 words.

In my eyes, in my heart, you are there - sassy_ninja  Hoseok/Yoongi/Namjoon. "Hoseok starts off with everything and ends up with nothing. He starts off alone and ends up with a family. He starts off scared and he ends up braver (I mean he's still scared of spiders, but that's what boyfriends are for aren't they?) Or Yoongi offers the homeless guy outside his apartment block a warm place to stay in the middle of a Seoul winter and he ends up with Jung Hoseok." 6600 words.

You were holding on to make a point - bambambams (phanjessmagoria) Hoseok/Namjoon/Yoongi. "When he exited the bathroom, sweatpants slung low on his hips, Hoseok's shirt had been removed, Yoongi's lips closed around his collarbone. Namjoon stopped short, smirking, more amused that Yoongi had waited until he was absent to start anything. He was like that, Namjoon had found—enough of a brat, even though he was the oldest of the three of them—but he knew the agreement that they had, too. He wasn't supposed to touch or kiss or lick or bite or anything until they were all together. It wasn't that Namjoon was jealous. None of them were—they, and their relationship, had evolved beyond that. It was simply that the three of them had agreed to always be just that—the three of them. Yoongi hated being left out and had been the one to propose that particular stipulation for their relationship. So, really. He should have known better." 7600 words.

how, or when, or from where - moonsuns   Namjoon/Yoongi/Hoseok. "Stop calling it my quest,” Namjoon whines, and Hoseok laughs. “You’re the one that said it first.” “I was drunk.” “Well, the bad thing about going out with people, is that you can’t take back the stupid shit you said when you were drunk. Especially when they’re way less drunk than you.” Or, after Namjoon almost dies, he decides to go on a quest to live his best life, and takes Yoongi and Hoseok along for the ride." 28,100 words.

Lonely Night - realface  Namjoon/Yoongi/Hoseok. "It starts, as most things in Namjoon’s life does these days, with a tweet." 2400 words.

Can’t Look Back, Can’t Look Too Far Ahead - teenuviel1227  Yoongi/Hoseok/Namjoon. "It started as directorial help for their sex tape--but what’s a couple to do when their bestfriend is the best at directing? Or Namjoon helps Sobi film a sex tape and gets caught up in the action too." 2700 words.

I Guess That's A Yes - rravii  Hoseok/Yoongi/Namjoon. "Hoseok is 19 when he ruins his first relationship by falling for someone else and eventually cheating with them. Hoseok is 22 when he falls for someone else again while in a committed relationship, but this time, he doesn't ruin it." 13,300 words.

Different - rravii   Hoseok/Yoongi/Namjoon. ""Come home with me." Based off of the INU/Prologue/Run MVs loosely." 4000 words.

Coming Home - busan_brat  Hoseok/Namjoon, Hoseok/Yoongi. "For Namjoon and Yoongi, home isn't a place. It's a person." Overwritten prose, underwritten everything else, but I'm into the pairings. 21,200 words.

and this is my one rapline ot3:

Simple Maths Hoseok/Namjoon/Yoongi. "Namjoon, Hoseok, and Yoongi go on a holiday, share a bed, get drunk, and fall in love - not in that order." 6500 words.

Hoseok/Jimin/Namjoon

thought i'd ask you just the same - pearl_o  Hoseok/Jimin/Namjoon. "Like so many things, it's Jimin's fault. Or to Jimin's credit, maybe, is more fair, though that might just be Namjoon getting hung up on semantics." 1800 words.

i'd be lying if i said (i wanna be your friend) - raviolijouster  Hoseok/Jimin/Namjoon. "Hoseok’s head tilts to the side, a bright smile on his face. Namjoon turns to see a corresponding smile on Jimin’s face. This is a bit much, he thinks." cute! 19,700 words.

so show me, i'll show you - marienadine  Hoseok/Jimin/Namjoon. "He’s not special like Namjoon and Hoseok. If they’re stars, Jimin is a cold little moon. He only shines when he’s reflecting someone else’s light." 2100 words.

Smile At Me Like You're Dying To Say - Zee  Namjoon/Hoseok/Jimin. "Namjoon has been sitting on his ass and pining for Hoseok and not making a move for six months when Park Jimin shows up, does the opposite of all that, and ruins Namjoon’s chances forever. Or at least, that’s what Namjoon predicts will happen." 5200 words.

Goodnight Kisses - joonphases  Hoseok/Namjoon/Jimin. "Hoseok is tired, grouchy, and touch-starved. Namjoon and Jimin are waiting for him at home, ready to remind him how much he means to them." 2400 words.

Hoseok/Jungkook/Namjoon

body & soul - rapmonied  Hoseok/Jungkook/Namjoon. "Jungkook and Namjoon have been dating for almost two years. Emotionally, Jungkook has never felt more elated with someone. Namjoon’s all praise, and kissing and holding and talking and listening. Jungkook and Namjoon’s hearts were definitely in sync. Physically, however, there was a different story. Namjoon was gentle and soft and Jungkook sometimes likes to be held down and treated roughly. Enter Jung Hoseok." 10,600 words.

2/2/3 - cobbleles  Hoseok/Namjoon/Jungkook. "There is plenty of fish in the sea, two and two and three. Or: Hoseok wants to see other people and Namjoon agrees. Prompt - Secret Relationship." 9900 words.

namkookhope au by jellyfishes Namjoon/Hoseok/Jungkook. "NAMKOOKHOPE AU 💕 jungkook is looking for something casual, he signs up to tinder & meets namjoon. he’s in an open relationship and not looking for anything srs. so it’s fine if he starts sleeping w his dance teacher jhope too, right? what could go wrong?"

Speed - topbun (TrappingLightningBugs)  Jungkook/Hoseok/Namjoon. "When the force assigns him to go undercover to bust the head of a gang, Jungkook thinks he can handle it. But, when he meets drug-dealer Hoseok and street-racer Namjoon, who have an arrangement where they exchange speed for sex, they drag him in deeper than he ever intended to go. Deeper than he might ever be able to come back from." 38,600 words.

Hoseok/Namjoon/Seokjin

With sudden fall, it trails a thunderous ruin - monbon  Hoseok/Namjoon/Seokjin preslash. "Seokjin attempts to protect his crown from two usurpers." bake sale dads! 5300 words.

Something Brewing Between Us Three - merryofsoul  Hoseok/Namjoon/Seokjin. "Hoseok leans his body into Namjoon’s with a soft sigh as they watch Seokjin walk out, but perks up a little when Seokjin stops in the doorway and turns back. “It’s bean a pleasure,” Seokjin calls, and then starts laughing at himself as he leaves the cafe. Namjoon and Hoseok stand in shock for a few seconds before Namjoon says, “Oh my god.” or; Namjoon and Hoseok work in a coffee shop, and a cute customer starts to flirt with them." 11,700 words.

Can't Spell We Without W(you and you) - gbyesummer (shouldshy)  Hoseok/Namjoon/Seokjin. "“We’re going out tonight,” Namjoon says. “You should come with.” Hoseok sits up and narrows his eyes. “I don’t think Jin would appreciate me being invited on your date without asking him first.” “It’s not... like a date-date. It's a friend-date." or: Hoseok loves that they’re a close group of seven, but seven is six plus himself, and six is an even number. He's the seventh in a group with three (well, two and one almost-couple) couples. He’s a seventh wheel." I LOVE. 12,900 words.

Hoseok/Namjoon/Taehyung

i want it? i got it - brightlight   Hoseok/Namjoon/Taehyung. "“And what if I was asking? What if I asked what you want?” Taehyung enjoyed the way this put-together, successful man seemed to be shy at this, the way he looked flustered. Namjoon swallowed, looking at him. “I want you to meet my husband.” Hoseok and Namjoon live comfortably, and now Taehyung does too." 6000 words.

time to bring this ship into the shore - sugarlizard  Hoseok/Namjoon/Taehyung. "“Hoseok hyung,” Taehyung says dramatically. “You know that you’re totally the one that got away for our Namjoonie, right?”" eh. 6900 words.

come closer - pardon  Hoseok/Namjoon/Taehyung. "Namjoon tries so hard to be strong, like he thinks he’s responsible for holding everything together. He’s so painfully introspective sometimes, it makes Hoseok want to tear his hair out and plant comforting kisses on any bit of his face he can get to at the same time. Every time it's too much Hoseok and Taehyung are there, with soft assurances and gentle reminders that they’re there to help – that they want to help." 4700 words.

lay your head on summer's freckled knees - pearl_o  Hoseok/Namjoon/Taehyung. "Taehyung can never find the right words to describe their situation. Hoseok and Namjoon aren't Taehyung's boyfriends, but they always have room for him when he needs it." 4900 words.

pour yourself onto my heart - toxicmew  Taehyung/Namjoon/Hoseok. "Taehyung's always been a bit weak for cats but it's worth mentioning he's even weaker for the hot piece of ass knocking on his window looking for his." 10,400 words.

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hold me tight - hobipd  Jungkook/Hoseok/Yoongi/Namjoon. "Anyway, the thing Jeongguk likes... It might sound a bit strange for a 19-year-old boy, to be into something like this. This being BDSM. Bondage in particular." 15,000 words.

Steals and Deals - idyllic_hummingbird  Hoseok/Namjoon/Seokjin/Yoongi. "Boyfriends Namjoon and Yoongi sometimes commit petty crimes to get by. When Yoongi hears about a rich CEO going out of town, he convinces his boyfriend that an attempted heist couldn't hurt. Little do they know that the CEO's son, Seokjin, was given housesitting duties, and brought his boyfriend along for company. or, namgi are terrible burglars and 2seok are amused about it." 13,000 words.

Just a little bit (is what you need) - pacajins  Yoongi/Hoseok/Namjoon/Seokjin. "When you spend so much time with someone, living together and doing everything with one another, some things are probably inevitable. Like taking care of each other's needs and making sure the frustration doesn't interfere with work." 3000 words.