#plot bunnies have my brain in a vice

[deepspacedukat]

Good Catch

This is just a little plot bunny that hopped into my brain. Literally no idea why, it just happened. So...enjoy! 😇

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Cross-posted to AO3 here.

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Vorik (ST:VOY) x Reader

[A/N: This is fluff with mild suggestiveness and a brief mention of a previous instance of Pon Farr.]

Warnings: Interspecies romance, Human/Vulcan romance, mild fear, idiots in love, both think their feelings are unrequited, mutual pining, angst, brief mention of past Pon Farr, spoilers for ST:VOY S3E16 "Blood Fever", mild spoilers for ST:VOY S4E1 "Scorpion Pt. 2", the beginning would make more sense if you watch S4E1 first but it's not entirely necessary, and I assume that you've seen "Blood Fever" if you're reading Vorik fanfics, so...🤷‍♀️, kissing, Vulcan hand-holding, touch telepathy, idk what else to put here because it's really just fluff.

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The tension on the ship was already palpable when the chaos started. Everyone was on edge because of our uneasy alliance with a Borg cube, wondering how long it would be before they turned on us and tried to assimilate Voyager. The fact that Species 8472 had turned out to be hostile as well did nothing to alleviate the crew's stress.

With enemies in front of and behind us, all we could do was try to prepare to the best of our ability. I just hoped it would be enough. Vorik had been silent on our way to Engineering for the start of our shift. The silence itself wasn't troubling - Vorik was often contemplative early in the day - but the small frown just barely pinching his brows together...that was worrying.

Inquiring about his well-being had earned me no more than a noncommittal, murmured deflection. All I could think to do was give him a gentle smile and rest one hand briefly on his shoulder. Shockingly, that seemed to help. His forehead relaxed, smoothing out into his usual, calm, neutral expression.

For the next few hours, I noted that whenever I glanced over at his station, the Ensign seemed to have retained whatever sense of ease he'd regained in the corridor that morning.

Soon, however, all thoughts outside of my duties were wiped away. Red alerts began blaring, and it was all hands on deck as we struggled to regain control of Voyager from the Borg.

I'd just begun to cross the second level to access a different terminal when the ship gave an almighty jolt. Before I could brace myself, I was thrown toward the warp core. The low railing struck my back, and I let out a yelp of pain and fear as I began to tumble over the side.

Instead of finding myself flattened or shattered by the fall, however, a vice-like grip on my arm stopped my momentum and tugged me against a sturdy, warm chest. I grabbed at the shoulders of my savior, trembling with residual shock. Only after the ship steadied itself did I manage to catch my breath and glance upward.

Looking down at me with a protectiveness that I had never before witnessed from him, Vorik's shining brown eyes met mine.

"Thank you," I managed to squeak out, but speaking seemed as difficult for him as I'd found it to be. Instead, he nodded his head once and pressed our foreheads carefully together. Vorik knew I was terrified of heights.

After a moment, though, we were forced to pull away from each other and go tend to our duties. Short-lived comfort was all we could manage at times like that. Being stuck in fluidic space after we'd been forced there by the last surviving Borg onboard Voyager was definitely not the right moment to become distracted by our personal tension, even if it had been growing for years.

I knew nothing would ever truly happen between us, though. If he'd seen me as a viable partner, Vorik would've approached me when his pon farr happened the year before. Instead he'd gone for B'Elanna Torres, and I'd forced myself to stay away from him.

I'd requested a transfer to the night shift so that I wouldn't be on duty at the same time as him, and the few moments where our schedules overlapped, I tried to find reasons to be busy in other places.

Yes, his interest in someone else had stung, so I decided that until my own stupid feelings cooled down a bit, I'd keep my distance. Mostly, I just didn't want to embarrass myself in front of him. After all, that Vulcan could read me like a book, and at that particular point, I didn't want him to ponder my emotional state too closely. If he hadn't caught on to the fact that I loved him prior to his pon farr, I certainly wasn't going to change that after he'd made his non-interest known.

I hadn't been rude to him in the aftermath, especially since he was being viewed so poorly by so many of the crew for attacking B'Elanna in engineering, but I hadn't gone out of my way to talk to him, either. The whole situation was a mess, and although I didn't want him to feel alone, I definitely wanted to limit the number of opportunities that I had to make an ass of myself.

Eventually, though, it all came to a head one morning when I'd just finished my shift. As I approached the hall where my quarters were, I saw a familiar head of fluffy back hair standing at attention outside my door.

"Vorik?" I called, and he looked quickly in my direction. Standing even straighter - a feat that I hadn't believed possible - the Ensign acted formally, as if he was addressing a superior officer.

"Ensign, forgive me for disturbing you at this hour, but I...had hoped to speak with you in private," he said in that low, gentle voice that I...oh, I'd missed him more than I anticipated! I blinked in surprise, and opened the door to my quarters, answering his question.

"Would you like some tea or water or something? I know you need to go on duty soon, and I have some extra replicator rations...?"

"Thank you, but no," he murmured as we made our way over to my sofa. We'd held many debates and conversations here over the years, but it had been something like two months since we'd been together like this. I took a seat, but when he remained standing, I looked up at him curiously. "May I?"

"Vorik, we've been friends since before we came aboard Voyager. You know you never need to ask permission to sit down." He seemed surprised by my response, which, in turn, surprised me.

"I did not know if..." he stumbled over his words for a moment as he perched awkwardly on the cushion beside me. "After the incident in Engineering, I was uncertain whether you would be...comfortable with my being in close proximity to you."

I was silent for a moment as I processed what he'd said.

"You thought I'd be afraid of you?" My voice came out as barely a whisper, and when he nodded his head, my heart shattered in my chest. He looked so vulnerable, so afraid that I was going to scream at him or throw him out of my quarters.

"It is the logical conclusion. You did request a transfer to a different shift, did you not?"

Of course he'd found out about that. I don't know why I expected that to remain a secret.

"Yes, but it wasn't because I was afraid of you, Vorik." That may not have been the whole truth, but it wasn't a lie. He seemed relieved, but I didn't want him to dig too deeply, so I changed the subject with a smile. "Now, what brings you here before your shift? How can I help you?"

"My main goal was to ascertain whether I'd frightened you. My subsequent objective..." he trailed off with his brow furrowed. "Upon reflection, I do not know whether this is logical, but I wished to determine what would be required to restore our prior level of interaction. I find myself...troubled by your absence, both in Engineering and in our leisure hours."

"You missed me?" The question slipped out before I could stop it, and just like that, it was Vorik's turn to look surprised.

"Of course. Did you believe that I would be indifferent or pleased to be without you?" Nodding my head, I watched as my friend cautiously moved closer to me on the sofa and placed his hands on my shoulders. "You lend me much metaphorical strength. I value your counsel...and your friendship."

My self-imposed isolation had ended that night. I spoke with B'Elanna and got transferred back to my original shift, which is why Vorik was there to save me when I nearly fell over the railing. If it hadn't been for him, I'd likely be lying in a crumpled heap on the lower deck by now. We'd rekindled our friendship after that lapse, but I knew it would never become anything more.

Regardless, Vorik had saved my life, and I resolved that once we were out of danger, I'd show him how grateful I was.

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One minor war later, Vorik and I exited Engineering with the rest of our shift, and without a single moment's discussion, I found myself being led by a firm hand grasping my elbow.

"Vorik? Where are we going?"

"Patience." Was it my imagination, or was his voice rougher than usual? He sent the turbolift up before anyone else could board it, and the ride was filled with an undefinable sort of silence.

His grip slipped down from my elbow to my hand, and tingles erupted across my palm. He'd never touched my bare skin before. Vulcans were averse to such contact, and I'd always done my best to respect that boundary.

But he'd been the one to initiate this, not me. As the lift hummed along, Vorik's gaze slipped upward until our eyes met. A mere blink later, his eyes were hooded and hunger flooded his demeanor. Stepping closer to me with our hands still joined, the Ensign backed me up against the wall of the turbolift releasing a whisper of my name in that beautiful, low, silky voice of his.

The tingling in my spine intensified the longer he looked at me - and oh, did he look at me! His eyes seemed to bore right into my soul, stealing my breath and my thoughts with unerring skill. He'd looked at me before, but never the way I wanted him to...never like this.

That frightened me. Oh, the look itself wasn't disquieting, but the possibility that this could lead to something more – something that might damage my heart more than his preference of B'Elanna over me had a year before? That terrified me.

"I did not," he rasped, and I blinked in confusion. "I believed that you did not harbor the same regard for me that I did for you, and it was out of a desire to avoid needlessly damaging the relationship between us that I selected Lieutenant Torres. I did not wish to lose you. To equate yourself with her is the height of illogic, because none could ever compare with you."

Before I could respond beyond a stunned look, however, we arrived at the deck we'd been hurtling toward. The door hissed open, and he began tugging me through the corridors again. We passed through the door to Vorik's quarters, and everything clicked into place. He'd always preferred privacy, only allowing into his space those who needed to be there - like the Doctor and Lieutenant Tuvok.

And then there was me.

I'd never understood why he allowed me in when almost nobody else was permitted the same luxury, but suddenly it all made sense. I was allowed to be there when nobody else was because he trusted me enough to be vulnerable with me. He told me more about himself than he did anyone else. He spent more of his free time with me than anyone else. He knew more about me than anyone else did.

And I'd all but abandoned him after the incident with Torres! Guilt coiled hot and bitter in my gut, and I bit my lower lip. How did he not hate me? How could he have simply been content with our renewed friendship? He should've chewed me out or berated me–

My racing thoughts ground to a halt as the softness of his lips met mine.

Oh.

The kiss was gentle and brief, but it was easily the most tender gesture I'd ever received. When he pulled away just far enough to watch me open my eyes, his hands caught both of mine and lifted them to his chest.

"I...Vorik, that...isn't something friends do," I breathed, feeling like an idiot as soon as the words were out of my mouth.

"You are correct. It is not," he said with a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips, "but I had hoped that my attempts to demonstrate my interest were successful enough to convey that I desire you in more ways than a simple friendship will allow."

"Your interest?" I parroted, and he moved close enough that when I spoke, my lips brushed against his. The contact felt as warm as fire, as sweet as honey, and I was a starving. Ravenous for his touch, his affection, I craved him more than I had anything else in my entire life.

"You cannot have missed it. By Vulcan standards, I have been metaphorically throwing myself at you. Lieutenant Tuvok even suggested that I was being too overt." He grasped my waist, tugging me gently against him as his lips met mine again. A fleeting, barely-there peck later, my patience had stretched to the breaking point as I chased his retreating mouth with my own. "Is there something you need, ashayam?"

Blinking up at him, it occurred to me that he was doing this deliberately.

Vorik was teasing me.

And he looked almost proud of the reaction he'd drawn from me. Beautiful bastard.

"You," I whispered before I could talk myself into being more cautious. "All I need is you."

"Then you shall have me," Vorik promised as he lifted me into his arms and carried me toward his bed.

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[rubylarkspur22]

Random 1 am Skylanders/Legend of Spyro Crossover Idea

Plot bunnies attacked me at 1 in the morning, and I had to write it somewhere before it escaped my brain.

Basically, what if the Legend of Spyro trilogy and the Skylanders series were the same timeline? My more in-depth ideas are below the cut.

So after Spyro puts the world back together in the wake of the whole Destroyer debacle, he and Cynder end up in a weird time dilation purgatory(this is important, so bear with me).

In the wake of what happened, the Skylands begin to form from the floating pieces of the planet Spyro didn't quite pull back in. Later, the Skylands are fully formed.

Eventually, Spyro and Cynder are believed to have sacrificed their lives to stop Malefor; their names and stories immortalized by those they fought beside, and passed down through the ages.

Eventually, the Skylanders form as evil reemerges, a group of individuals coming together to follow in the Skylands' first heroes' steps and protect the world.

Spyro and Cynder finally emerge from Time Dilation Purgatory an undetermined amount of time before the Core of Light is destroyed by Kaos. For them, about ten years have passed, so they've grown(now 22). Not fully developed, but definitely grown up from when they last saw their home. They've had that time to master their powers, work through their respective trauma and go over their relationship. Whether platonic or romantic is up for interpretation.

They meet Eon, only to discover hundreds, or even thousands of years have passed since they defeated Malefor. They're both distraught to learn that everyone they knew before is now dead, but they're offered a home and meet the Skylanders. They're also given the opportunity to meet their friends' descendants, should they so choose, but they decide to wait so they can process and prepare.

Eventually, the two dragons start training the Skylanders, developing closer friendships with some than others. Cynder starts out wary, but eventually makes friends aside from Spyro, and vice versa. It's very good for them and their mental health, especially meeting the other dragons on the team.

Eventually, they do end up going to Dragons' Peak, which has become a sanctuary and safe haven for dragons. It's built from the remains of Warfang and the Dragon Temple, and their history is exceedingly well preserved. They're both a little bashful about the giant mural based on their battle against Malefor.

Kaos attacks the Core of Light, and Cynder and Spyro fly away in search of backup. This, they're spared from the explosion, but they both feel something terrible happened, and return to a decimated landscape, with no sign of the Skylanders, Eon, or the Core. Luckily, neither of them go into their Dark forms, having learned to control them in Time Dilation Purgatory.

In the wake of the Core of Light being destroyed, the two decide they have to defend the Skylands from Kaos as much as they can, working with Hugo, Flynn, Cali, and others to help the inhabitants of the Skylands and fend of Kaos completely overtaking the realm.

And yes, Kao is stunned by these two clearly ticked off dragons coming for him. He most likely heard stories of the two dragons who defeated the Dark Master from his mom.

Then the time comes, and the group of Skylands freedom fighters all get a message from Eon. The Skylanders are returning.

Then we get to the actual game! Just gonna do Spyro's Adventure, but I may reblog and cover the other games. Or you guys can, up to you. I have only played up to Trap Team, so someone else would need to cover Super Chargers and Imaginators, anyways.

So Hugo acts as an informant, while Flynn is transportation for non-flying individuals, and Cali is a covert operative. You throw your Skylander onto the Portal of Power, putting them into the game.

Hugo is shocked, then greets the Skylander you begin with. While introducing himself, Hugo mentions how "Mister Spyro and Miss Cynder will be quite pleased to see you, again!" Hinting at the above lore, that Spyro and Cynder are both in the game and familiar with the Skylanders.

The first level then proceeds the same is usual, and you meet our two dragons at the ruins after the cutscene going over what happened before the game and how the Skylanders ended up in our world.

Both Spyro and Cynder are shocked, but ultimately elated to see their friends again, then you go to rescue Cali with Flynn. Afterwards, Spyro and Cynder are in the ruins as well as joining you on various levels. They have a lot of witty banter with both the player and each other, showing ease and comfort in their relationship they hadn't had the chance to explore during the war. Again, platonic or romantic is up for interpretation.

What would they do in the game? My idea is that at the ruins, you can interact with one of them to challenge them to a training fight. Once you've been defeated, your Skylander doesn't die, though. You just end the training fight, and can try again. If you win, you get XP, buffs, and/or some loot for upgrades from Persephone.

In the levels, however, it's a little different. You can call on whichever of the two dragons accompany you. When you're good on health, they will act as a guide if you get lost. If you're low on health, they will fly in and fight the enemies for you until you can get a foodstuff to regain your health. They may scold you, referring to your training with them(reference to before the Core of Light was blown up, mostly, in case you don't do training fights), or giving you words of encouragement.

Levels they would be on? Spyro would be on the levels relating to Water, Earth, and Fire. Cynder would be on the levels relating to Undead, Air, and Life. Tech and Magic are undecided. Maybe they both accompany you, or maybe neither of them do. Maybe both for one and neither for the other? Then they say they'll be external support when you go to fight Kaos.

Bonus Levels: Darklight Crypt would feature Cynder, Empire of Ice would feature Spyro, neither join you against the pirates, and both join you to Dragons' Peak.

During the fight with Kaos, however, they do end up joining during the final phase. They attack the hydra, yelling for you to attack Kaos while they hold off the hyrda.

Boom, Kao defeated, order restored, onwards we go!

Also, random tidbit for Trap Team, specifically the Mirror of Mystery bonus level! Both Spyro and Cynder are corrupted into their Dark forms here, though how voluntary it was remains unclear. Perhaps Evilon used their sorrow of their lost time to get such powerful beings on his side, promising to help them when he really only intended to use them. Or perhaps something else happened. Just a random tidbit there, food for thought.

Thoughts?

Feel free to use it if you want. Whether in fanfics, or art.

[spinningwebsandtales]

Hello !! can I request more kafka hibino fanfics ^^ love the way you write. Maybe kafka assumes reader is taken by vice cap hoshina from how close they are but it turns out they’re just really close childhood friend, fluff and reader returns his feelings, hoshina acts as a wingman?

Oh my goodness you just gave me an avalanche of plot bunnies! This is absolutely brilliant and I would be an absolute fool not to accept this request! So yes I will totally write this you wonderful mastermind you! Also thank you for the kind words I love writing for Kafka and I'm so glad I have readers that are enjoying the Kafka rot that is going on in my brain right now! I do have one request before yours that I must finished but as soon as that's done I'm going to get right on this one! I always make sure I tag my readers so keep an eye out and I'll have it done before you know it! ;3 Until next time happy reading! ~Countess

[drfeelgreed]

❔ ( you're helping me craft the verse so now i've GOTTA know )

OK! just got home from work, let's do it.

because of what we discussed it might be a little obvious but i would naturally say that my daily days affiliated muses would be a great way to start. i'd actually submit gustav st. germain as my first option; gustav would technically be his boss as the vice president of the daily days! also he's much more actively involved in situations than most of the rest of the infobrokers and would probably be the sort of person who would frustrate alastor with his unwillingness to actually sanction any formal involvement in brokerage without the proper approval. he's like the main guy who CANNOT be coerced. rachel and carol would be alright choices too but i think he'd scare carol and rachel wouldn't care much about him.

my next victim i mean muse is going to be keith gandor, obviously of the gandor family, you literally know keith. you know keith. anyway, keith works the most closely with the daily days of the gandor family and after the events of 1932 d&td alastor would actually know keith to be immortal, hence the reason to get into his good graces. that's not to say keith would particularly like alastor, but he's also not about to risk a good relationship with the daily days over being impolite to their new radio host who has theoretically done nothing to him. he gets chatty over the phone which is probably where most correspondence would take place anyway. goes without saying but berga and luck are available too based on this. just. keith would be the one i toss out first.

edward noah would be a good straightforward pick. definitely for a more like, detective v. killer plot. though. he's a cop turned member of the fbi who works under victor talbot's specially created division that deals with the containing of immortals, but they also investigate ordinary crimes that MIGHT have a connection from time to time so there's ample reason for him to be going after alastor, especially if he catches wind that alastor is looking to become immortal ...

this is such a baccano ass plot that i'm throwing out next but in my head and i literally can't let this go by the way but in my head alastor getting involved with the vanishing bunny would be hilarious, like a classic "whoops, we're all in a situation and hijinks started happening" situation where they have no idea how dangerous alastor really is and are like "WE GOT THIS RANDOM GUY INVOLVED IN OUR WEIRD HEIST" except pamela (the one who has a brain and rational thought) is clocking the serial killer vibes, lana is like pamela you can't just SAY that about people, and sonja literally could not care less she is shooting guns right now. actually i think alastor might even like sonja.

IT'S CHRISTOPHER TIME. that's right i'm recommending you christopher shaldred not because i think plotting would be easy but because i think they have very interesting differences and similarities. especially because you mentioned he's looking for any excuse to "shrug off god's intentions" in relation to this au whereas christopher was created and considers himself to be an abomination against god and secretly envies nature and humanity for their natural existence. but if you examine their personalities their personalities are weirdly similar it's weird. they seem like people who'd get along on the surface. christopher even has the classic sharp teeth grin.

gunmeister smith. no further questions.

claire OR ladd would be very interesting considering what you've laid out to me as his criteria and philosophy when it comes to killing. claire because. well, he's SEEN the rail tracer in action thanks to his presence on the flying pussyfoot, but also because claire is exactly the sort of pompous person who alastor might butt heads with, though claire wouldn't butt heads back. ladd on the other hand is the sort of person alastor might take pleasure in killing in terms of his general audacity and harm to others, but then again they might get along since ladd ALSO really only kills people who are arrogant enough to believe death will escape him. he's just umm. a lot more open about his own proclivities for violence.

anyways. sorry. send stuff to literally anyone these are merely suggestions.

let's all hold hands and write with baccano! muses together. / accepting.

[mithrilhearts]

How would you rank your fanfic reading on a scale of 1-10? (1 being 'I hardly ever read fic' and 10 being 'I read every fic for my pairing and leave extremely detailed comments'.)

Okay, so I am going to preface this with: I need to be in the proper mindset to read. My brain is selective in what I can and cannot do - whether I can write, or read, etc. But I am going to rate myself a solid 4 on the spectrum, which is meh, I guess, and I'm trying to get better. I like to read the fics my friends send me, and things that drop into the servers I'm in, but I rarely go looking for them (because I have such a long backlog of recs from friends!) But I will almost always - 90% chance - leave a comment.

What genre scares you from ever attempting to write it?

This is a tough one, but as far as genres go, maybe murder mystery/suspense? There are probably more TROPES I'm not willing to touch than actual genres, but I'm trying to stretch my creative brain these days with different styles of AU verses, so who knows.

What's your favorite trope, and what's your favorite fic you've used it in?

Does fluff and comfort count??? I am such a sucker for fluffy fics, romance and happy things. I think picking a fic is the harder part, because I throw some fluff in every fic I write lol even those with a sadder plot. I think one of my current favorites for the cute schmoopy lovey dovey stuff is -> "Bookbinder//Songwriter"

What fic idea is currently brewing in your head?

I have so many ideas in my brain right now, the brainrot is terrible. The latest that I am itching to get working on a plot bunny for is a demon/hunter au, with Bilbo as the demon, and Thorin as the hunter - having to work together for...you know....reasons.

What would a prequel of "Dragonhearted" be about?

I can't think of many prequels for my already ongoing wips or finished projects, but I think this one would essentially be how the dragon's curse changed life in the mountain. How Thorin changed, how the company coped in those first days, weeks, years, etc. Now...if you want to ask me about sequels...do I have MANY ideas for MANY fics...👀

Now for three Razzle recs

Wish Upon a Firefly's Light

The Icing on the Cupcake

Between Vices & Virtues

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[mylittleones]

Should: write on my darkfic or Kinktober (or you know.. sleep)

Am: laying in bed with eight million ideas for another AU with Kakashi as the head of the Yakuza and Naruto being the usual hothead who gets in trouble. Also did I mention minor Naruto/Yahiko?

My brain needs rest but I can’t have any..

[respectthepetty]

Hiya! What BL series would you recommend the most? So far, I've loved watching KinnPorsche (it's THE best!!), I Told Sunset about You, Cutie Pie & Bad Buddy. I also got into To My Star because of you, so cheers for that!

Anyway, I would love to watch more shows but I find it a bit hard to navigate because there's so many (and no offense, but some of which I initially started watching ended up being quite lame imo), so I would love to hear about your favs! Thanks in advance if you decide to reply. Have a lovely day/night wherever you are x

I have had this question several times over the past few months, but yours has been, by far, the kindest ask, so I'll answer now:

You don't want my trash recommendations.

So many others on here do it better, like @absolutebl! They have entire spreadsheets to break down preferences while I have five rules:

Don't bury the gay (MANDATORY!)

Be gay. Do crime! aka "Eff the police" (literally and figuratively)

I'm a messy bi, and I'll cry if I want to

Adulting is hard like my sexual attraction for you

Vice Vers(a) - Flipping the norms and changing dynamics

If a show gives me two out of four (since I will never allow a show to Killing Eve me again!), I'm going to fight random people AND their unborn kiddos in the street for it. Case & point:

HIStory 4: Close to You (2021, 10 episodes, Taiwan - 9/10) - I loved all of. Not some parts. Not only one of the couples. No! ALL. OF. IT! Every couple. Every situation. Including the stepbrothers relationship and the whole ridiculous top/bottom conversations. LOVED IT! It had the messy factor that others only aspire to achieve.

Taiwan has a tight hold on passionate men in sweatpants and a basic shirt down, and for that, I'm grateful!

Now that you know this is my floor, hopefully you understand that like my fave, Marie Kondo...

I was raised on telenovelas and soap operas, so if an evil twin kidnaps the protagonist then sleeps with him and has a child who is given up to an orphanage only to grow up and fall in love with his rich (unknown to him) brother and uses witchcraft to give the rival love interest amnesia, I'd be happily sitting every week to witness it with no qualms. Who am I to judge?! Makes sense to me!

Which means I don't LOVE some dramas even though they are great because my basic rules don't apply, the messiness is missing, or they will be too tough to rewatch:

Bad Buddy (7/10) because I wanted one of them to snap, crackle, and pop off at their parents for passing on generational trauma. Also, being in love with Bad Bunny yet trying to say this title was too difficult for my brain.

I Told Sunset About You (8/10) is rude and feels like a personal attack. You've seen it, so you know what I'm writing about. We don't speak about the sequel.

Semantic Error (9/10) hurt because anyone who has been in a group project knows the pain that the lead felt, yet it tried to convince us that he was in the wrong. Team No Group Assignment!

Cherry Magic's (8/10) second couple made me irrationally upset. Cats can bring people together, but these two? Really?! Cats are better than this street dancing moment!

Gameboys' (7/10) whole plot of the dad going out to look for the son and catching COVID was...yeah, no. And if the lead said "baby" ONE MORE TIME, I was going to make like a balloon in a toddler's hand and POP!

We Best Love 1 & 2 (8/10) gave us a five year time jump between the first and second part, and if it weren't for that *excellent* drunk moment, I would have stopped watching it and stored part two in the horrible-sequels-we-don't-speak-about pile.

But a man plotting from the age of ten to manipulate his whole family into accepting him sleeping with his stepbrother (HIStory 4 - 9/10), I fully support.

Therefore, you don't want what I'm peddling. Unless you do...

Trying to spotlight more recent ones because they will be easier to find

Be gay. Do crime: Too focused on one a**hole to notice the many plot holes.

Manner of Death (2020, 14 episodes, Thailand - 7.5/10) - A story of two men trying to have sex while EVERYONE around them is being killed. Oh, and then there is a cactus and a baby murderer horribly fighting his feeling for the smartest/dumbest guy in the town.

KinnPorsche (2022, 14 episodes, Thailand - 8/10) - A story about a family that is determined to dickmatize the first person who is kind to them, which you already watched, so you know they succeed.

Eff the Police: Tend to have issues finishing, but always a fun ride *pun intended*.

Not Me (2022, 14 episodes, Thailand - 7.5/10) - Literally, eff the police...but also, figuratively.

HIStory 3: Trapped (2019, 10 episodes, Taiwan - 8/10) - If we can't avoid the cops, sleep with them, so at least we can have a good character witness.

Messy Bi: There will be tears. Lots and lots of tears.

Love Mechanics (2020 and remake in 2022, 4 episodes/10 episodes, Thailand - 7/10, remake 8/10) - Polyamory is the answer, but the characters refuse to share.

Hello, Stranger (2020, 8 episodes, Philippines - 7.5/10) - A jock decides flirting with a guy is easier than actually doing his portion of the group project. The movie sequel is not on this level.

Adulting is Hard: The angst is strong, but the chemistry is stronger.

To My Star (2021, 9 episodes, South Korea - 9.5/10) - When being a big star is too difficult, stop showing up for work, crash at someone else's house, and pop his pimples. To My Star 2 is not on this level but still brought the chemistry, so if you didn't watch, do it.

He's Coming To Me (2019, 8 episodes, Thailand - 8/10) - Life is hard, but the afterlife is harder, so pester a kid for a decade until he decides to solve murders. The way the main's sexuality is handled is perfect.

Vice Vers(a): The confessions are ALWAYS a 10!

Old Fashion Cupcake (2022, 5 episodes, Japan - 9.5/10) - When in love with a boss, walk a delicate line of being the best employee while letting him know exactly the eight ways you can blow hi...his mind...with your mo...monumental organization ski.. Oh eff it him!

My Beautiful Man (2021, 6 episodes, Japan - 9/10) - Just an ordinary man who wants to be loved and the guy who wants to worship him in every way possible.

DNA Says Love You (2022, 12 episodes, Taiwan - 8/10) - The audience knows the whole time what is happening, but has no idea what is actually happening. Is it a ghost story? Is it about a soul reincarnating? Is this about amnesia? Nope. Well, actually...yeah, still no.

I have a lot more, but this is already too long.

All in all, embrace what you like. If you like a certain aspect of show, latch on to it and explore others that showcase that particular plot device. Also, don't be ashamed of what you like. Even if others think it's lame, if you like it, then I love it. Believe me, if China had finished Addicted, there be a lot more people living in glass houses keeping quiet instead of judging us because some guys in the mafia actually do bad things.

[missussimonriley]

Hi! Just discovered your blog and saw you’re having a sleepover. So could I ask for something with the fifth prompt from list 2 + the number 2 from list 5 please? ☺️

Hello and welcome! I love that your Icon is a sim. This blog used to be a simblr. I still play when I’m not on here!

I saw you sent in another message stating it’s for Bucky and when I saw what prompts you picked I about died. So hot so let get into it.

The prompt dialog will be in bold.

Minors DNI

Warnings: smut ( unprotected sex, daddy kink, p in v sex, fingering, oral (f receiving), breeding kink, degradation, brief mention of pregnancy, and masturbation) I think that’s it is porn without a plot.

It had been two weeks since Bucky had gone on a mission with Steve. Leaving you in your apartment at the compound alone awaiting his return. To say you were needy was an understatement. He made you promise not to touch yourself till he got back and even then he was supposed to take care of you. So why you decided to read a filthy book while he was away just to torture yourself nobody knows. But you did and now you lay in your bed craving his touch. Anticipating his return which should be any minute. You think to yourself that maybe reliving some pressure won’t hurt how would he know anyways as long as you stopped before he got here. You decide to reach down and just rub your swollen nub just a bit just to make it so you're not squirming. A gasp leaves your lips at the touch. It had been so long since it had attention.

You close your eyes and imagine it’s Bucky’s fingers there slowly massaging in circles. You are so engrossed in your fantasy you don’t hear the bedroom door open. You only realize someone is there when you feel the bed dip under someone’s weight. Your eyes fly open and your hand retreats from your clit. Bucky is looking at your pupils wide only leaving a thin line of blue around them. “Oh, Doll didn’t I say not to touch yourself till I get back?” He growls in your ear. You look at him and pout. “Yes, Bucky but-“ you whimper. He cuts you off. “ ah ah ah no buts, and you don’t call me Bucky remember.” He says running his thumb across your bottom lip. “ I’m sorry daddy.” You say and then take his thumb in your mouth and suck on it. Eliciting a moan from Bucky. “I should punish you. But, I know your small dumb bunny brain had a hard time resisting especially when I see that dirty book on the coffee table in the living room” he whispers in your ear. Taking his thumb out of your mouth with a “pop” and rubbing the moistened digit on your hard nipples pulling a sweet moan from you. “That’s is Bunny, did you miss my touch? Where you imagining me doing all those dirty things to you while reading that book? He coos while moving his metal hand down your body. The cool against your hot skin causing goosebumps and your nipples to harden even more than they already were. “Yes daddy, please daddy.” You plea squirming under him. “Please what Bunny?” He asks massaging your mound and getting awfully close to your nub but not actually touching it.

He can see your slick on your lips and thighs making his mouth water. It’s been too long without his bunny’s sweet pussy on his tongue. His cock is hardening under his tactical pants making it uncomfortable. He bites down on his lips knowing it will be taken care of soon. But first, he wants to coax a few orgasms out of you before burying his cock deep in those velvet walls. “Please I need your touch daddy, it’s been so long. I didn’t finish” you mewl looking right at him. Your big die eyes begging for release is all he needs to dive into you. Kissing you on your lips. Seeing his tongue begging for entrance. You deepen the kiss and your tongues fight for dominance. You’ve both been craving each other, hating these long spans of time away without each other's touch. He tugs on your bottom lip with his teeth causing you to moan in his mouth. He could never get used to those sweet sounds that leave you. Music to his ears. He climbed on top placing your legs on his hips allowing access for him to press his hardened bulge against your glistening pussy. Both of you growling “fuck” and the contact. He continues kissing down your body leaving small bites and nibbles on your neck and breast. Making you whimper only turning him on even more. Finally, he gets down to your pussy.

Leaving a small kiss on your swollen nub before sliding his fingers up and down your slit before entering. The sensation almost bringing you to orgasm. He pumps his flesh hand in and out of you finding that spongy spot easily while the metal hand works on your clit. “My god bunny your so tight and dripping for me already” he moans into your thigh kissing it giving it a soft bite. The act sending electricity up your body and the bundle tightening in your stomach finally snapping and a wave of ecstasy washes over you. " Fuck daddy, I'm cumming." you practically scream. Eyes rolling back in your head. Not giving you a break Buck lifts up your legs bending you in half and spreading your thighs wide as he dives in and eats you like a starved man. Ripping another orgasm from you minutes after the first. Gushing all over Bucky's face. Your juices dripping down his face he leans up and gives you a quick kiss before stripping himself of his pants that had painfully been holding back his hard cock. You watch as he strips though have dazed eyes watching his hard cock bounce against his stomach as it's finally released. Head swollen and dripping with precum. He walks back over to you. Climbing on the bed and hovering over your body slotting himself between your thighs.

He kisses and bites your neck had he glides his tip up and down your soaking slit causing you to shudder. Both of you moan deep from your chest. " I've been waiting for the day I come back and stuff your tight pussy with my cock." he growls into your ear and he bottoms out in your cunt in one swift movement. Both of you throw your head back and groan. He starts off painfully slow dragging his cock against your velvet walls. The friction causing that bundle to build up inside you once again. " Fuck Bunny you are gripping my cock like a vice" he grumbles through a clenched jaw. All you can do is mewl and moan. " aww is my Bunny too cock drunk you speak? IS my dick making you dumb baby?" He teases thrusting into you harder. All you do is nod while looking at him straight into his eyes. His eyelids heaving with lust. You angle your hips up making him go deeper and his head massaging your cervix. Causing you to gasp. " Fuck that feels good, a little too good actually... you trying to make me a daddy?" he moans. The thought of filling you up with his cum and having you swell with his child unlocks something feral inside of him. " Yes, daddy please cum in me. Give me a baby" you mewl. Hearing those words sends him over the edge. His pace was quickening. You tighten around him send you both to your highs. You gush around him as he coats the inside of your cunt in his cum. He thrust becoming sloppy. Finally pully out of you and crashing next to you. Kissing you like he has never kissed you before. He places his head on your breast and moves his flesh hand to your stomach. "You would be absolutely stunning swollen with my child, Bunny." he whispers. You look down at him and smile. " I'd love to be growing our little bean." you say. Bucky's eyes sparkle at the thought. Little did you both know that's exactly what would result from this night.

Join the sleepover here

[dom--minnie]

Three’s a Party

Summary: There aren’t supposed to be secrets in relationships. Unfortunately, Felix currently has three. One is let out with no problem. The second creates complications no one could have foreseen. The third, unknown to him, he isn’t the only one that holds the same secret.

Word count: 9.3k

Genre: fluff, smut, angst

Content: non-idol au, established reader and felix, gender-neutral afab reader, felix is nervous, chan is a bit of a dummy, felix wears skirts, threesome, switch! reader, switch! felix, dom! chan, mutual pining, slight lack of communication, threesome arrangement with kink and safeword discussions included, daddy kink, piv, protected sex, unprotected sex, MxM intimacy, (slight) size kink, (slight) strength kink, hand kink, finger sucking, praise kink, pet names, creampie, slight voyeurism and exhibitionism, accidental confessions, polyamory negotiations

Taglist: @solistired @hyunsluvv​

a/n: I only technically lied about the release date. Yes, I said Saturday but I also said the 18th which is today for me still, so it’s fine! I hope I made the wait worth it for anyone interested and for everyone else, voila

Relationships aren't meant to have secrets. Felix technically has several but he keeps them under wraps. The most damning one... one that he would never reveal except under the direst of circumstances. The other ones are far less destructive but are arguably more embarrassing. 

You live in blissful ignorance of all of these, at least for now. Until Felix decides he should tell you something, considering how often he thinks about them. So one day you walk into your shared bedroom with Felix he's wearing a short, blue skirt. Your face is neither positive nor negative and Felix spins, skirt flaring, staring downwards still. 

"And what's the occasion here, darling?" You question. 

Felix makes a confused noise in his throat and looks up to you just a little more. 

"Why have I received such a beautiful gift today? You look amazing, Fe."

Felix leans forward to kiss your nose and giggles when your hands roam under the skirt and squeeze his cheeks. 

"I've wanted to wear a skirt in the bedroom for a while, but wasn't really sure how you'd react." 

"Awwww baby, never be worried about anything like this. I might be confused but I love you so I'll never react badly."

Your comforting words are genuine and Felix wonders how far they truly reach. Would you say the same if he wanted to have a threesome with one of his closest friends? Or said he had a crush on, was practically halfway in love with, said friend? It's not what tonight is about and the thoughts fade when your lips connect.

You're so, so gentle with him and Felix sinks into you. Felix's wandering hands spur your own and suddenly it's like you're horny teenagers again that can't get enough of each other. Your hand slips back under the skirt and the easy access is fun, especially if he plans to wear nothing under it like he is now. Easy access to start jerking him off, and you happily do so, keeping your mouth pressed against his. 

Even with the anxiety Felix must have been imagining a number of situations with how hard he is in your hand. A sigh leaves his mouth as he rests his head on your shoulder. With one bite in your neck and only one sentence all of the power in the situation flows back to him. 

"I want you to sit on my face and then ride me, doll."

Any stress you may have had is gone after that.

Similar situations happen several more times over the next few months. Felix either has a skirt on and is obviously wearing nothing under it. Or he changes into a skirt with nothing under it when it’s clear you’re going farther tonight. Each time you’re caught a little off guard by how truly pretty he is. Lee Felix is sunshine, rainbows, and starlight of course but it’s like the skirt gives him a little extra confidence to shine brighter for you. 

So one hurdle down, only two more to go, great. Felix has never been so glad to have incognito mode with the number of phrases he googles related to 'how to bring up wanting a threesome with your significant other.' 

It's honestly not that useful, as the so-called advice was generic things he could've gotten from anyone. 'Trust them and they'll trust you' or 'do it with someone you both trust' like thanks he knows all of this already. 

Your next take-out dinner and movie night brings some strange behaviour from Felix. He's quiet where normally he'd be commenting on these extraordinarily stupid characters. When one of them completely ignores the obvious thing and Felix doesn't react in the slightest you know he's not paying attention at all. 

He certainly pays attention when you stop the movie and straddle his lap. Your hands cup his face and your forehead rests on his while your eyes meet. 

"What's on your mind, Pixie? Don't try to avoid it either, I know." 

Your gentle compassion almost makes Felix want to spill everything. It all bubbles up to the tip of his tongue but then he thinks of the possible disgust or heartbreak and pushes most of it back down. 

"You know how you said I don't have to be uncomfortable bringing up anything about... bedroom life?" 

You giggle at the euphemism and how adorably shy Felix gets about it when not in the act. Regardless, a hum of assent vibrates your throat. 

"I've been thinking about having a threesome." He blurts then squeezes his eyes shut, not allowing your reaction to reach his eyes. 

The small boop your finger leaves on his nose leads him to open his eyes. Nothing about your expression is negative and you look at him as fondly as ever.

"Do you-"

"Chan." 

A bright, fond laugh bubbles over your lips. 

"Sorry love, you just answered so quickly. Sure, we both trust him. We can talk to him about it and... arrange a day." 

Arrange sounds more formal than you intend but that's what it is. With the weight off of his mind, Felix is able to make fun of the new characters not seeing the plot right in front of them.

Chan knows this is a bad idea, he even cares that it's a bad idea, and yet he agrees. Backing out at any time is always an option, neither of you will be mad. It doesn't matter because he won't. Even if it hurts he will take the one chance he may ever get to screw around with both of his crushes. 

There was no pretense of a normal hangout. You texted Chan that you wanted to talk about something. When you all sit down Felix ends up doing the talking about it since it was his idea in the first place. You both want to have a threesome with him. 

It takes all of Chan's willpower not to coo at the blush that spreads across Felix’s face and ears. Also, a significant amount of brainpower to agree with the right amount of excitement. Not too little that you think he's unsure or doesn't want it wholeheartedly. But not too much that you are suspicious about any underlying feelings or motives he could have. 

Really, you're just thinking about your boyfriend and how cute he is. Not anything against Chan but you love Felix with every cell in your body and it pours out of you often. He can see it from a mile away and doesn’t mind because he’d love to be doing the same thing. Looking at Felix with all the fondness in the world that lets each side know that everything’s going to be ok. But alas, a threesome will have to do for now. Or forever, honestly. 

Then the fun part of it comes: interests. What does Chan have that he likes to do, and would like to do with you. Vice versa, what are you comfortable with and want to do with a sudden, if trusted, third-person present. 

"I'm wearing a skirt," Felix says. 

You smile at how easily he's able to say it, a stark contrast to before. You know that it will give the same confidence on the day of all of this as well. Surprise flits over Chan’s face but he just nods and doesn’t say anything more. 

"I want to dominate both of you." Chan brings it up first, any type of power play and dynamics. 

You and Felix look at each other then back at him and both nod excitedly. Chan already has strong leadership qualities, especially around all of the boys so really this makes sense. It will be very attractive for him to be giving you full orders and expecting them to be followed. Even thinking about it makes your brain work overtime and you have to physically shake yourself out of it.

"Felix and I… we'll just see how it works out. But we’ll both listen to you, for sure. Sound good?" 

You have to check with Chan if he's going to be in charge of both of you. A quick look between both of you and then he nods. 

A moment goes by and you look at Felix with a smirk on your face. He frantically shakes his head before you turn back to a visibly confused Chan. 

"Felix over here has a strength kink. Wants someone to manhandle him a bit." You drawl and Felix doesn't even mock tackle you. 

"Yeah, well you have a size kink! Wanting someone to look down at you and hands fitting around your limbs."

Felix sticks his tongue out at you as you feel your cheeks heat up to the temperature of the sun. Perhaps Chan fits you better than first anticipated. Strength and size in one, not to mention some other interests he slots right into. 

"Any kinks you both have and aren't about to expose to me?"

You and Felix easily speak in unison.

"Praise and hands."

The moment you say that Chan reaches his hands out and lays them vertically so you can see the incredibly veiny backs. Imagining those fingers in any of your wet holes has you readjusting your legs and you can hear Felix do the same next to you.

Felix clears his throat in an obvious attempt to quickly move along from that. 

"Anything you have in mind, Channie?"

The nickname is affectionate and if you didn't know better you'd think the tips of Chan's ears are flushed under his curls. 

"Praise for me is good, no matter who’s giving or receiving it. I like nicknames or pet names, titles as well."

When it becomes clear Chan isn't elaborating you both lean forward in a clear gesture for him to continue. 

"Ok. Baby, bunny, angel, beautiful. For myself? I dunno, choose some. Particular titles especially." 

You all have flushed cheeks as this is becoming a reality, hearing Chan say these things out loud. Hopefully, you'll both be saying some of them as well. One title sticks in your mind and you’ll just have to test whether he’s into that or not. 

"Safewords." You state and both men nod. "We use the colour system generally. Green, yellow, red.”

"Sure," Chan easily agrees. It only slightly surprises you that he knows, and has probably used that exact safeword system before. 

You lean forward to rest your cheek on your palm. 

"I mean... I think that's everything? We can have a phone call or hangout if there's anything else."

Okay but... when? When are we gonna do this?" Felix points out.

It had gotten lost in actually arranging but the goal of this was actually enacting it all so that fact was a bit important. 

"Like 2 weeks from now?" Chan says. 

You consider it, a fair amount of time to go but not too far either. Enough time to mentally prepare but not to freak out fully and leave the country. You look at Chan then Felix who voices his agreement. 

"Alright then, Saturday in 2 weeks. Come over for dinner, Chan. We can ease into it that way."

You stand and Felix follows. Heading to the door you both give Chan a hug, Felix longer and tighter than yours as usual. 

You step out and turn around to face Chan again. 

"See you later, daddy." You wink.

Felix purposefully makes his voice lower and repeats the playful words. It's obvious he tries to hide it but Chan shivers at Felix's voice. You only knew to look because he has the same effect on you.

The two weeks pass entirely as normal. A couple hangouts with various groups of the guys and knowledge of the future threesome doesn't invade your mind. The day before you thought Felix would be visibly stressed already but he seems entirely fine. 

He seems fine to you, but Felix is good at hiding his emotions if need be. And he is freaking the fuck out. There came some point where it really settled in that this was a plan, it was happening, and it was going to be tomorrow. From that point on it had hardly left his head. Hiding his feelings while fucking around with the man? Is that even possible for a Lee Felix? It doesn’t really matter because it’s already happening, so really something is going to happen and he is determined not to ruin it. 

To calm himself down there’s a number of things he can do, yet he chooses the one that wouldn’t make sense to most people. Calling his best friend, the slight hyperactive squirrel man, Han Jisung. Jisung is adept at the two things that can bring Felix out of almost any type of nervous state, whether with genuine comfort, or with chaotic distraction. 

Yet when he calls, Jisung seems to know something is different. 

“Soooooo, what is up my dude? How have you been?” Jisung sings.

“Ah, just a bit nervous for no reason and I know you’re not doing anything.”

Jisung is silent for a couple moments longer than the normal, puzzling. 

“You sure it’s nothing? You’ve been…. extra. The past week, especially.”

Felix goes over the last times they’ve hung out together, especially as a group of 9. There’s nothing out of the ordinary that he thinks Jisung may count as ‘extra’, whatever that even means. 

“Extra what, Ji? What are you even talking about?” Felix laughs, assuming Jisung will too and they can just move on. 

“You’ve been staring at Chan like way more than usual, dude. I thought it was ridiculous before, but now… he’s either denser than a brick or ignores it.”

Felix’s mouth drops open and he’s silent for nearly half a minute. Other people have noticed how often he stares at Chan? Jisung noticed how much he stares at Chan? This is an entire disaster. And if Chan ignores his stares, then what does that mean. Actually, no, if he goes too far down that route then he’s going to chicken out of all of your plans and he wouldn’t dare ruin it. 

“Are you the only one who noticed?” Felix asks hesitantly, mouthing please in hopes that if someone else has noticed as well, that it’ll just go away.

“No… Jeongin and Seungmin are wayyyyy too observant for that, the little demons. Minho, too. I haven’t heard from the others but if I’ve noticed then…” Jisung trails off. He’s not the least observant in the group. That title goes to Felix and Chan themselves. But he and everyone else would put him low on the list, so if he knows then almost everyone else probably does too. Well, shit.

“I’ll only tell you if you promise with your whole heart not to tell anyone else.” 

Felix’s heart is pounding and it thrums loudly in his ears. Is he really about to tell someone else about this? Jisung, no less. 

“I’m concerned but yeah, of course. Unless it’s a crime.”

Felix forces out a laugh, and he knows Jisung can tell but neither of them comment on it.

“So… maybe I have a bit of crush on Chan. It’s fine, it’ll go away eventually and I can just move on, but for now. I have crush feelings.”

Jisung is silent and Felix has to check if he hung up at some point.

“So you stare at your ‘just crush’ like he put the moon up himself? Not believing that or a second. But I understand now, so whatever. You gonna tell them or…?” 

Felix lets out a real laugh this time, then scoffs like Jisung’s proposed robbing a bank tomorrow. 

“And have them break up with me? No thanks, I’ll just live with it.”

This time its Jisung scoffing so hard his throat will be sore.

“You’re an idiot. If they love you, and we both know they do, then it’ll be fine. Be honest about your feelings, it’ll only make you stronger.”

Felix considers it, turning the idea over in his mind. Inevitably, his mind turns to your possible reactions. His dreams come first, the ones where you somehow like Chan as well and Chan likes you both. Or the ones where you’re ok with it. Or any of the ones where Chan even likes him back. But of course, the more likely reality. Where you’re uncomfortable or disgusted. Or want to… nope. 

“I’ll think about it. Thanks Ji.”

“Sure man, anytime. Popcorns going so I’m gonna dip. Good luck.”

Felix is left in the silence of the bedroom to ponder. They both know he won’t do it but the wonderful fantasies make it seem possible. Some wonderful fantasies can come true, somehow.

The stress explodes in the morning. Felix is out of bed when you wake up and when you exit the apartment is practically sparkling. From top to bottom, you’d believe this house had never been lived in if your pictures and souvenirs weren’t everywhere. There's also a wonderful cookie smell coming from the kitchen, and it draws you in. Whenever Felix bakes it floods through your apartment and makes it seem like a home. Cheesy, yes, but it’s really what he does to you. 

Felix's back is to you when you come in the kitchen and you wrap your arms around his stomach. He lets out a small squeak of surprise before giggling, face lighting up at you being awake finally. 

"You do know Chan's been here before right? You didn't have to do this."

Felix sighs and turns to face you, leaving a kiss on your forehead. 

"I know I didn't have to. I'm just nervous and all this kept my mind off of it for a bit."

You coo at your adorable boyfriend and peck his pink, pouting lips. 

"No matter what happens he's just Chan. You're still you, I'm still me. It'll be ok, Fe." 

The sigh Felix lets out has a different meaning to you both. You assume it's clearing his mind and re-centreing himself. Really it’s thoughts of how, at the end of the day Chan is never just Chan for him, but this is reality and not his ideal world. He doesn’t get to have two attractive partners to come home to every day. The timer goes off behind him and the reminder makes the smell of cookies flood your nose and mind again. 

"Join me on the couch when you're done, baby. I'm gonna work on some stuff for a bit." 

The reminder of cookies existing every timer goes off is delightful, and really the only reason timers should exist ever. Most of the way through the batter, Felix dances into the living room and feeds you one, delightful as always. He’s beautiful like this. The lingering stress showing on his face from the morning is entirely gone. The blinds are finally open for a reason and sunlight reflects off your sunshine.

The day passes easily once it begins and Felix is done practically vibrating out of his skin. In the early afternoon, he even falls asleep with his head in your lap for a while. Looking at him is like looking at a sleeping kitten, curled up and peaceful. 

It gets later, a bit darker and you pull up the recipe on your laptop. The kitchen barely fits 2 people but you and Felix work well enough together that there are few problems. It’s nice to just… coexist with someone else so peacefully and naturally. The door rings and you and Felix glance at each other, for just a bit too long before he patters away. 

They both pop their heads around the corner and Chan joins you both, squishing the kitchen space even more. He gives you both soft kisses on your foreheads, smiling and greeting you quietly. As soon as he does you and Felix look at each other and nod, kissing his cheeks at the same time. His cheeks flare bright red and his eyes widen but he quickly recovers. Expression settling and laughing, even if his ears and cheeks don’t stop burning for quite a while. Then you notice the box, probably a dessert that you won't be getting to tonight. Or… you will get to dessert technically, it just won’t be any of the typical sugar. 

It proceeds normally, you may even forget what your plans are for a minute. But as plates start getting emptier Felix is the first to tense up. Chan follows soon after but you manage to stay the calmest, at least on the outside. 

Chan puts his hand on your knee first and you stand. Suddenly, Felix's grasp comes from your other side and tugs you towards him. He looks so… innocent that you just can't help but tangle your fingers together. At the same time, he tilts his head up towards you, waiting for a kiss. Your hands tangle in his hair and press your lips against his. 

You both turn to Chan after and he's sitting up, completely straight and still. You round the table and he puts his hand on your hip. It doesn't escape your notice about how much of you it covers and you resist looking down to see it. 

"Can we kiss you?" You ask, breath fanning across his lips. 

He should say no. Say no, say no, saynosaynosay- 

"Yes." He says with false ease. 

You lean in and he lets you lead it, simply resting his hands on you. Felix comes up behind you and rests his head on your shoulder, watching. 

Chan briefly bites your bottom lip but you pull away before too much happens in the kitchen. Before you can move Felix switches places with you and throws his weight against Chan. It's like he was prepared and his hands go around Felix's back. You take a good long look at them before playing with Felix's hair and taking your own turn to watch them. 

"We should go to your bedroom." Chan pants out, eyes blown wide when he opens them. 

"You heard him, baby boy. Follow him." 

You giggle when Felix whines at the pet name. 

"You're our baby boy tonight, aren't you?" You tease. 

Chan feels something flare inside of him when you use such possessive words, especially "our" anything. In any other situation, he knows it would be "your" and it kills him. He wants so much more, but he cannot either of you entirely in the way he wants so much. It's not a controlling type, simply a statement. Felix is yours as you are his, and neither of you are Chan's. 

The moment you reach the room the door is closed and you are pinned onto it. You watch Felix disappear to change but Chan makes sure your attention is back to him quickly. He kisses you again, but harder this time. 

Felix feels like this is a dream. Maybe he's finally achieved lucid dreaming. Because he's standing in the bathroom changing his skirt and about to have a threesome with his significant other and best friend/crush. That can't be real. So he's ready to wake up and tell you about the totally wild dream he had. But not the feelings, because those are still very real. 

He never wakes up. Instead, he pulls the skirt on and walks out to see you pinned against the door and Chan nipping at your neck. 

When Felix appears your attention is immediately split between them. It goes back to Chan pretty quickly when he starts whispering in your ear. 

"I certainly know what I want to do. First, I'll watch the 2 pretty kittens in front of me for a while. A pretty picture being painted right in front of me. I'll keep the rest to myself for now. Go kiss your pretty boyfriend and give me a show, alright sweetheart?" 

He backs away slowly and you go to Felix, whispering in his ear as well. 

"He's going to watch and wants a good show from us first. So let's give him one, huh?" 

Felix throws his arms over your shoulders and nods. Before you can tug him in he looks at Chan who nods as well before pulling out your desk chair. 

Your kiss with Felix is already heated and messy, the extra thoughts of an audience and pleasing that audience in mind. It moves faster than you normally would when in the bedroom. Though the tension of the whole day, and especially of the dinner may be enough to make up for that. 

Your hands roam furiously around each other and each time your lips break apart you each let out a gasp before diving back in. Felix starts walking you towards the bed with slow steps and flips it around so you fall onto his lap. Before he can do anything you fall to the ground on your knees. 

When you flip up his skirt and see nothing underneath you can hear Chan groan from his spot. Immediately you sink your mouth down, gagging just slightly as he hits the back of your mouth. Taking a second to breathe, you look up at Felix who already has his eyes closed. When you stop his eyes flutter back open and his hands go to your hair, resting there with no intention of pulling. You bob your head slowly, not taking him all the way in every time. A couple times you try to glance at Chan in the corner but he’s moved farther than what you can see. So, your attention is focused on Felix who’s very entertaining and responsive on his own. 

It starts as low moans that tell you he’s feeling good but you’re already looking for the high whines that you know he gives out. You hollow your cheeks and swirl your tongue in that way you know he likes, and the low groans turn into higher moans. They’re quieter than normal and you can tell he’s holding back, which is understandable, but you want him to let go. 

Your head gradually bobs faster and faster, with Felix’s moans getting higher and more frequent. With one particularly deep dip, he hits your throat and a loud whine breaks free. You do it again and again, letting Felix lose control. His hands twist in your hair, still not enough to cause any pain to you, but his hips stay still to let you set the pace. You know Felix is close and you both want it and are both ready to receive it, even so early in the night.

“No, no, little one. He’s not cumming yet.” Chan suddenly speaks, tone firm. 

Felix whines and you make a disappointed noise and slow down, not giving him enough of anything anymore. 

Felix pushes you off of him with a shuddering breath and a poorly concealed whine. After a moment of confusion, you switch places with him. He’s on his knees and starts peeling off your pants, with the noises of Chan shifting in the background. With every inch of skin that is revealed under your pants, he makes sure to kiss it, all the way down to your ankles. He pulls down your underwear after, with less reverence and more impatience this time. 

Before he can dive in, as he so clearly wishes to, Chan clears his throat across the room. 

“Felix.” Said man perks up and turns towards Chan, eager to please. “Turn them towards me and let me have a look, won’t you baby?” 

You obediently don’t move and let Felix turn your body, spreading your legs as well. Even without looking down, you know that you’re soaked already. Chan’s groan confirms it and you shift impatiently. Felix waits though, until Chan nods, before turning you back and getting his mouth on you. 

All things considered, he’s gentle but the build-up and tension makes each bit of pleasure like a shot of electricity through your body. He licks eagerly, tasting you and making you twitch. Your hands go his hair less nicely than his did before. You tug at the strands, which only makes him moan into you which makes your hips buck into his mouth. Each small sound from Chan makes you want to see and feel him but you wait, indulging in Felix as is. 

Felix knows exactly how you want it and with every minute that passes your whines get louder and with each flick of his tongue your brain gets fuzzier. Chan is taking a relatively hands-off approach for now but even with his seemingly infinite patience, he must want more. It’s hard to focus on that when Felix is eagerly slurping at your wetness and making you want to ride his face. You test the waters by rolling your hips once, twice, three times. When neither man stops you, you roll them incessantly. 

With no prior experience, Chan somehow seems to know exactly when to stop you from getting too close.

“Felix, stop.”

Felix eagerly obeys, and you whine loudly in disappointment. One look from Chan cuts you off and you resolve to not protest again when he finally walks over. He stands above both of you but looks down with fondness and not scorn. 

“How should we do this, pretty pets?” 

You don’t even look at Felix before boldly speaking to him, knowing it was mostly a rhetorical question.

“Fuck me! Please?” Your sudden boldness is tempered by the way that Chan looks at you and you dip your head down.

Felix visibly brightens once his fuzzy brain puzzles out that he’ll probably get to be back in your mouth. He’s the first one onto the bed and you follow, Chan coming up behind you. Your kiss with Felix is interrupted by Chan tugging your shirt over your head and shoulders. He pulls it off and you turn around to pull his own clothes off, bringing Felix over as well. 

Chan laughs when you both eagerly tug at his own clothes, trying to pull everything off at once.

“Slow down little ones. You’ll get it all soon.” 

You and Felix stop and stare when his shirt comes off and you are suddenly very aware of him. It isn’t that Chan hides how muscular he is, just that you didn’t pay too much attention to it before. Now, you’re certainly paying a lot of attention. It’s broken when Chan goes to Felix’s shirt and you’re as excited as usual to reveal what’s underneath. 

Just the sight of them alone nearly has you drooling and your hands run over their bodies at the same time, hardly believing they’re both in front of you. There’s hardly a chance to admire them as they both want to see you as well and pull your shirt up, one hand on either side. 

Chan’s hands get on you and dip lower, lower and all the way down to between your thighs. You shiver and watch his face, waiting for his next move. Felix’s hands go up, to your nipples. His warm hands on you makes you shiver but still, you watch Chan who just is not moving. It makes you want to whine and beg but you know, almost for sure, that he’d disapprove. So you wait. The light touches on your nipples makes you whimper and moan occasionally and Chan watches you. 

With a slowness that makes you want to scream, he pushes one finger inside. Even the barest feeling of being full makes you shudder and sigh in relief. After a few thrusts of his fingers where he meets no resistance, he pushes a second one in. You make a high noise in your throat and lean back against Felix’s chest, who takes the easy opportunity to kiss along your neck and shoulder. 

The sensitivity of being so close from Felix’s mouth is still there and it has you moaning louder than you normally would. One of your hands reaches out and grabs Chan’s hand that is laying on his thigh. He doesn’t stop you so you bring it to your mouth and suck on two of his fingers. Felix lifts his head and groans at the sight, Chan’s pretty hands in your beautiful mouth. 

Both men seem to thoroughly enjoy just playing with and teasing you, and it feels so good that you honestly don’t want them to stop. But you’re also craving so much more. With reluctance, you pull Chan’s fingers out of your mouth and whine at him.

“Daddy, please!” 

He raises an eyebrow at your insistent tone and pushes another finger into you. It makes your head fall back onto Felix’s shoulder but also increases the need of being filled by Chan right now. 

“No~ need you to fill me up, please.”

He slams his fingers into you, hard and deep and it makes you gasp. 

“Do these fingers not fill you enough? They just aren’t good enough for you.”

Felix behind you huffs then laughs, clearly caught between finding Chan’s teasing amusing or exasperating on your behalf. 

“Don’t make me say it! You know what I want.”

Felix finally starts sucking marks on your shoulder and it makes you sigh happily, a good distraction for just a moment before Chan speaks again. 

“I wanna hear you say it, sweetheart. I want to hear you beg.”

Chan’s tone makes even Felix gasp, his mouth disconnecting from you and a sudden, hot breath caressing your sensitive skin. You shiver from the many sensations on your body and the sudden addition of his clear order. 

“Want… want your dick, please. Daddy, fuck me!” 

After you’re done speaking Chan puts his fingers back in your mouth, letting you suck on them contentedly. If you’re going to get what you want you have to leave what you have and Chan pulls all of his fingers out of you at once. You know better than to whine so you hold it back, but your eyes screw shut in displeasure. 

“All fours, doll. Come on now.” Chan coaxes, and Felix also sighs when he has to disconnect from you. Chan takes that time to get a condom, and when he turns he just admires you and Felix on the bed. A perfect picture, but one that he’s also involved in tonight. 

You get on your hands and knees then just wait for them to touch you again. Felix knows he’s still a bit sensitive and waits for Chan to start. Chan with infinite patience that is now absolutely killing you. His hands are feeling you up, down your ass and thighs and back up again. When he notices how obviously impatient you both are he finally lines himself up with your entrance and pushes in. 

It makes you sigh. The opening of your mouth prompts you to look up at Felix who smiles down at you. You push your neck out, wanting him in your mouth and he pets your head. His fingers lift your chin and make you look up at him again.

“Be good for us, baby. Make us feel good.”

You eagerly nod and he finally moves closer. Once the tip of his dick is in your mouth, you start swirling your tongue around it. The moment he thrusts in you open your mouth wider and let him use it. It doesn’t take Chan and Felix long, as close and in sync as they are, to set a rhythm where when one of them pushes in the other pulls out. Chan’s thrusts push you towards Felix so much that his cock is nearly always in your mouth fully. 

At some point, you can feel the drool starting to drip down your chin and Felix coos while he wipes it away. 

“So messy, baby! Drooling all down my cock.” 

All you can do is hum in agreement and hope he hears it. Being absolutely ruined with him in your mouth is always a fun experience and having Chan behind you improves it quite a lot. Speaking of Chan. His hand has come around and two of his fingers are feverishly rubbing your clit. It makes the long-awaited pressure build-up and he groans when you clench around him. 

“Such pretty pets in front of me. Wet holes dripping down our dicks and making everybody messy. You just can’t hold it in, can you little one? That’s ok, we know you’re enjoying it.”

Chan’s voice is raspy when he speaks and it bolsters your confidence to know how good he’s feeling, too. It’s not as if you can say or do much about it. Especially not when you can feel an orgasm building and he thrusts so hard to make you dizzy. 

Felix broke back into high whines a minute or two ago. When he speaks, it’s strained and he can barely get more than a few words out at a time if he can think them at all.

“Gonna cum. I want you to- to swallow it. Holy fucking shit, your mouth is so good, honey.”

You open your eyes, when did they even close, to look up at Felix. Attempting to get across how good he feels and how badly you want it. His chest rises and falls with quick, harsh breaths. Chan is so good behind you, rubbing your clit in small circles and long length filling you up better than you dared to hope. Your own peak is building but can barely focus on that for now, no matter how badly you want to. 

Felix hits your throat once then twice more and with a small cry and jerk of his hips he cums. His whole body quivers and trembles as his seed shoots down your throat. You cough on it for a moment but swallow it down. The convulsion of your mouth projects a high-pitched whine from his own. 

The moment Felix leans back, and your mouth is still left open, Chan drives into you roughly. A noise of surprise that you barely recognize comes from you before you start moaning, feeling your own high so presently. With Felix no longer in front of you, Chan holds your hips and pulls you back, slapping against your skin even louder every time he thrusts in. The continued stimulation on your clit is almost overwhelming in its intensity. 

Felix can see the grunts and groans leaving Chan’s mouth but can’t hear them due to your own keening moans. To everyone’s surprise, Chan cums before you do but doesn’t dare stop or slow down his pace, even when it overstimulates him. The movements of his hips are less fluid but it doesn’t make you feel any less pleasure. With each thrust, he had learned to hit nearly any spot you needed him to. 

He’s left panting but is rewarded when you let out a gasp and something that sounded like ‘gonna cum’. Your whole body shivers when it washes over you and even still Chan thrusts which makes shake that much more intense. Eventually, he stops when it becomes far less pleasurable for himself, he has a limit, but still rubs circles on your clit. A distraction shows in the way of Felix who climbs onto his lap. The relief and pleasure are still coursing through you and you flop to your side, curling your legs up and inwards. You watch them kiss through blurry eyes and how Felix submits to him so readily. 

“Lixie~ one more? Inside?” You pout. 

Chan coos and runs a thumb over your puffed-out bottom lip. It’s always a bit of extra fun when you let Felix cum inside. It’s a bit messy which neither of you really wants to deal with afterwards. Tonight’s special so why not add an extra little bit of a reward for him? 

Felix turns to you and gasps. When you don’t laugh it off, he moves in front of you.

“Can you ride me? If you’re not too tired, I mean, of course.” 

The way he nearly spits out the words, like they just can’t come out fast enough is adorable. You prop yourself up on your hands and look at Chan over his shoulder, with wide eyes just barely seen by him.

“Go ahead, pets. I’ll join the show again in a bit.” 

You giggle and nearly tackle Felix down by his shoulders. His hands go to your hips out of instinct but you sit on one of his thighs first. Sitting on his thigh, you nearly want to grind and ride on it, looking at Chan’s thighs makes you fully pout again. Those are some good thick ones that you’d love to sit on. Felix chuckles when sees what you’re staring at but tugs you forward by the hips to try and get you moving. 

You make a noise of recognition and easily sit down fully on his dick. The familiar fullness makes you let out a small mewl. 

“Does he feel good, kitty?” 

“Mmh, yes. Really good, daddy.” Your voice is breathy, different from the fully voiced moans from when Chan was railing you before. 

“Ride him then, doll.” 

The order that you were actually waiting for comes and you bounce, slowly. Chan is intending to let you go at your own pace but when a fair amount of time passes, with a fair few whiny moans from Felix, he tsks. 

“You can do better than that. Faster, harder. Make him feel good.”

You place both palms flat on Felix's chest and spread your fingers wide. Your thighs flex as you ride him and the slide makes you gasp. After you’ve set a steady pace for yourself you take your hand to your clit, starting a bit slowly but going quicker as the stimulation doesn’t quite satisfy you as you need it to. Felix watches you, enraptured. You try to look back whenever your eyes are open but it’s overwhelming and they swiftly screw shut again. 

Felix is back to his low groans that you can nearly feel and it’s nearly unbearably unattractive. Chan thinks the same if the small noises he, unintentionally, lets out are any indication. He tries to mumble praises to you but more often it’s Chan who takes the lead. 

“Such pretty little babies, putting on a good show. Only for daddy to see.” “You both look so cute and small. I’d be able to ruin you both so easily.” 

His words and encouragement make you clench and Felix jerks his hips up into you more than once as well. It’s good and you want to keep going but soon your thighs are a bit sore and tired and you begin to slow down again, whining in disappointment. 

“Looks like kitty can’t quite keep up anymore. Why don’t you do it instead, Lix?” 

The familiar nickname used in such a different context makes Felix suck in a sharp breath and his eyes widen. He’d really like to get used to that but as it is he holds your hips and starts pumping. Felix just manages to hit different spots inside of you when he does it himself and he has you moaning loudly within a minute. 

When you look back over at Chan he’s jerking himself off in time with Felix’s movements. He’s not sitting close enough for either of you to reach but his eyes flick all over both of you, taking it all in. Looking down at Felix, his eyes are completely closed but his mouth is open to let you hear his low moans. They get a bit louder and you can tell he’s getting close so you turn on the begging.

“Lixie, baby. Cum inside me, please. Want you to make it all messy and I wanna see it drip out.”

Felix grunts and starts cursing under his breath. In less than two minutes he spills inside you and the warm spurts of cum fill you up more. Your breath is heavy as you get closer again yourself. Chan finally joins you again, fingers replacing yours. Felix still jerks his hips into you as much as he can, but he’s too sensitive for too much of it. Still, Chan’s hand just works and you roll your hips into his hand to feel more. He barely has to do anything honestly. Still jerking himself off with the other hand you can tell he’s holding back by how tight his voice is.

“Use Lix and my hand to get yourself off, kitten. I’ll do it with you, too.”

Your mouth falls open and a long, loud moan comes out. Your second orgasm feels like an overflow of the senses, so much so that you barely even notice Chan spilling over yours and Felix’s legs. You come down with a shiver and your legs and fingers are left with the most shakiness. 

“Up, sweetheart. We wanna see it drip.” 

Felix’s voice is low and rough but not stern. You nod and slip off of him, laying down and letting them both see. It’s nothing you can see yourself but from both of their low noises, it’s very appreciated.

You’re all left panting, sweaty, and shaky. You stay on your back and throw your legs on top of Felix’s. Chan stands and shuffles off to find towels for you all first. It makes you recognize that you need water and you grumble and sigh before standing. Felix hears you and jumps up to get you on his back. Just as you get onto Felix’s back, Chan returns.

“Why don’t we dry ourselves off first, okay cuties?” 

You both sit back on the bed and look up at Chan with wide eyes. He continues to take care of you both as best he can and it makes you even sleepier, eyes drooping occasionally. Felix keeps you awake with small jabs and pokes. Everything you all need is done and Chan has agreed to stay for the night. All the buses have stopped, Ubers seem sketchy, and any other arguments he may have are shot down. As well as the argument for him just sleeping on the couch. Felix wiggles himself in the middle and shoots a firm ‘cuddle me’ at Chan before snuggling happily down and going to sleep.

You and Chan share small glances of bewilderment before settling in as well. It’s hesitant but you can feel how Chan eventually moves in, centimetres at a time, to do something that could be considered as cuddling Felix, if you really want to stretch it. The bed is full but instead of feeling crowded you feel comforted, knowing two of your favourite people are the ones there with you.

Chan wakes first but doesn't move in a way that would indicate he's in anything but deep sleep. Once he's sure neither of you are awake he sits up and gazes at both peaceful, sleeping faces in front of him. You're both beautiful in the throes of passion but there is something about the peaceful light of day that pangs his heart differently. 

Surreptitiously, under the blankets you and Felix hold hands but lay with eyes closed as you feel Chan looking, observing. He takes a heavy breath in that makes you want to sit up and ask, comfort him, but something about the stillness in the air stops you. 

"Fuck," he curses lowly, but in a different way than the last night. "You're both so beautiful, I wish every morning could be like this." 

You stay quiet, even if thoughts race through your mind, but sensitive Felix gasps, no matter how hard he tries to muffle it. Chan leans back against the wall to create as much distance as possible. 

Felix sits up slowly and you follow a moment after. Chan lets out some nervous, forced chuckles. The confidence of yesterday has melted away, leaving the usual, shyer Chan sitting here instead. 

"Channie?" He shudders. "What did you mean by that?" 

He stutters and fumbles, trying not to lie but also keep feelings intact. Eventually, he just stops and freezes everything for a moment. Then before you can even think, he tries to leap off the large bed towards the door. Felix is fast and grabs one wrist while you rush to stand and grab the other to push him back down.

There is no fight, only an acceptance to sit back down. 

"Channie, please." Felix chokes out the words and when you look at him he's on the verge of tears. 

Why is unknown, but it's clear this is going to be a difficult conversation. 

Chan sighs and runs a hand through his hair, flipping his head to look at both of you. 

"I never thought this was going to happen, any of this. Last night, everything this morning. But whatever happens, don't let my words affect your relationship."

He looks at both of you separately to receive an agreement. 

"I really like you both, romantically. Maybe even love but I've tried to avoid the thoughts. For obvious reasons."

In the silence of anticipation, Felix's tears had dried on his eyes but now they sit, teetering on the edge of his eyelids.

"Lix. Are you ok? You look like you're about to burst." You speak gently to Felix because he looks like a terrified little animal. 

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I was never going to tell you." 

Your confusion only grows at his vague words and you can't see Chan from the way he's turned his head. 

"I understand if you wanna break up with me. I'd probably want to if the roles were reversed."

A gentle hand on his knee prompts Felix to raise his head and look at you.

"It's ok, love. I'm sure we can work this out. Just tell me the whole story first."

"Chan and I have been best friends for so long, years before I thought about dating anyone. He's seen all my highs and lows. Then you came and changed that a lot and we started dating. But still, somewhere along the way I... I developed feelings for him." 

Felix curls himself so small it seems impossible and leans away from both you and Chan. You sit in stunned shock and try to make sense of everything that just happened. When your eyes focus again Chan's eyes are flicking between you and Felix. Felix. 

You mentally curse and lunge towards him, embracing him in a tight hug. 

"Can you look at me, my love?" You coax gently. 

He sobs harder at the loving, familiar pet name coming from your mouth but obliges. Somehow still the prettiest man you may have ever seen, but that's not important.

"It's ok." You say simply. 

Felix looks at you in confusion, sobs still wracking his body periodically even as he tries to hold them back. 

"Your feelings for Chan, they're ok." 

You can hear the small, confused noise Chan makes from his spot behind you but mostly you hear the loud whimper of Felix in front of you. 

"What? Are you joking? How are you ok with knowing your boyfriend has a crush on someone else. His best friend, as well. One of the people you're both closest to. And you're ok with that?" 

The points Felix is making aren't completely out there. But there's something that flares up in your chest, something amazing, when Chan and Felix interact so tenderly. Their normal banter is what you expect but when it's quieter or later they get softer and so do you when looking at them. 

"I am. I like that you two have an incredible dynamic completely separate with me. Of course, I love talking to you both as well. I can't explain it, but it's there. So yes, it's ok." 

Felix launches himself onto your lap and buries his face in your chest. You focus on him, nuzzling your nose in his hair and rubbing his back. To the point where you almost get lost in your own world completely. Of course, almost is the key word. 

Chan watches in envy as you both drift off into a comfortable affection and closeness. There was just a whole confession but he can’t help but feel like he doesn’t fit perfectly, not yet anyways. He wants to hold you like that, or Felix, or both. Maybe later, not today. Today he needs to go home and let you have a day to yourselves. 

Chan is off the bed before you can even speak and you and Felix look at him, puzzled. 

"Haha, um, I just don't to y'know intrude on your morning routine or anything. You don't need to get up I'll just go, yeah. We can talk more another time." 

Your deadpan look to Chan somehow increases as he says 'intrude' and you're sure Felix has pulled out his sad kitty look. 

"Chan. Bang Chan. Christopher Bang. Sit down." You order.

Felix laughs when he follows your order, almost dazedly, and sits back down to fiddle with his hands. 

"Can I kiss you? For real this time." You ask, Felix moves off your lap in anticipation.

Chan looks up at you with his jaw hanging down. He nods then closes his mouth and clears his throat.

"Yes. Please." 

You're half on his lap with your arms around his neck before he pulls you in. After a dizzying minute or so you pull away. 

Felix would be mad you got to kiss Chan with feelings first if it wasn't so damn attractive. When neither of you moves he whines and does grabby hands in that general direction. 

You move out of the way and watch as Chan goes to Felix without hesitation. Chan is wider and could probably cover Felix up entirely from the right angle. They're so soft. Chan's hands are barely touching Felix's waist and Felix's hands are moving up Chan's arms and shoulders. They’re beautiful. Absolutely stunning. When they pull away from each other your hands go to rest on each of their shoulders’ and you level Chan with a stern look. 

“Just listen until I’m done. No interrupting. Just listen.”

He has the presence of mind to just look slightly sheepish and nod.

“Me and Felix have been dating for a while but that will make you no less of a valued or important member of this relationship. If we’re going to do this then we all need to communicate our feelings to each other. So, Chan. If we ever, ever, make you feel left out in any way, you need to tell one of us. That goes for all of us in any situation.” 

You sit back but Felix catches you and pulls you into his side. Chan follows his lead and moves in front of you, putting his long arms to use and hugging both of you. You all sit in peace and adoration for a bit before stomachs begin to grumble a bit. Chan is the first to disentangle himself and the look of disbelief that crosses his face all over again is almost comical. 

"You're... This is ok?" 

You giggle at his still present disbelief. Hesitantly, you reach one hand towards him and he grabs it and moves toward you. While still making eye contact he gingerly presses his lips to the top of Felix's head. 

"It's real, Channie. I promise." You giggle then whisper.

Chan pulls his hand back and looks at both of his palms in shock. You give him a few moments then he reaches his arms back around both of you as best he can and buries his face in Felix's shoulder. 

"Thank you." He mumbles. 

"Three's a party, not a crowd for us.” You reply, leaning on Felix as well.

Felix is the glue that binds you two together, and the one that got you here in the first place. For not the first time and not the last, you're happy to have met him. 

[onedayiwillactuallywriteafanfic]

Just A Date

Summary: You are best friends with Fred and George Weasley, and you agree to go on a date with Fred as to not ruin you friendship, but you don’t want to like him in that way. 

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1700+

 It was one date. Only a trip to Hogsmeade. Just a butterbeer.  How much could one date hurt? You tried to convince yourself. 

   It didn’t work. 

   This was the end of your friendship with Fred. After being best friends for years with him and George, it was coming to an end. 

   You knew that everyone thought you and Fred were soulmates, and your mother made it abundantly clear that she agreed. But you knew that Fred was only your best friend. It was all he would ever be in your mind, no matter how madly in love with you he was. He might try to hide it, but it was extremely obvious sometimes. 

   You thought about this in detention, which you had since you were reading in Potions.

   So now you sat on the floor of his classroom, organizing files from way back when. It could be worse, you weren’t a newbie to detention. Not after being friends with the Weasley twins for as long as you had. But they hadn’t done this prank with you, so you took the fall alone. 

   Detention took forever, as it always did with Snape, so you headed back to the Ravenclaw common room late. Of course, Professor McGonagall stopped you. 

   “Why are you out so late, Y/L/N?” She asked. 

   “I had detention with Snape,” you answer. 

   “What, may I ask, did you do this time?” 

   “Reading in class.” 

   “Hurry on to your common room, Y/L/N. You wouldn’t want to be caught out of bed.” 

   “Yes, ma’am.” You said, taking a set of stairs up to Ravenclaw tower. 

   You were in the corridor where the door to the common room when someone whispered, “Boo!” In your ear from behind you. You immediately send your elbow backwards, hitting your target even without seeing them. “Ow!” said the same voice. Weasley. 

   “I told you doing that was a bad idea,” the person to your left laughed. George. 

   That meant Fred was behind you. Merlin, what were they doing here? 

   “What are you two doing up here?” You ask angrily. 

   “We just wanted to ask how detention was. That hurt, Y/N.” Fred said from behind you. 

   You spun around to face him, “That’s your own fault.” 

   “Yeah, yeah. We’ll leave.” 

   “You better, McGonagall stopped me on the way up here for being out of bed.” 

   “Excuse me, young lady, who are you talking to?” Another professor walked up to you, a different one this time. 

   You quickly pushed Fred back into the shadows of the corridor, so that he wouldn’t be seen. George was already hidden since you hadn’t seen his face, just heard his voice. 

   “Hello, Professor Lupin, I was just talking to myself trying to figure out this riddle so I can go inside the common room.” 

   “Well it’s quite late, might I help you?” 

   “Uh, sure.” You paused as you heard the twins go back down the stairs. “Can you please repeat the riddle for me?” You asked the door knocker. 

   “Imagine you are in a room with no windows and no doors. It’s quickly filling with water, and you don’t know how to swim. How do you escape?” The door knockers says, thankfully not bringing up the fact that it hadn’t said the riddle a first time in order to repeat it. 

   “Oh, I was overthinking it. Obviously, all you have to do is stop imagining.” You said. The door became open, and you said, “Thanks for your help, Professor.” 

   “Yes. See you in class, Y/N.” Lupin said, walking away. 

   You shut the door, and went to find a spot on the couch to read your newest book. You had thirty pages left, and the still unresolved plot line was driving you crazy. Not as crazy as your date tomorrow, but it was still taking space in your brain. 

   The couch was full, so you found a nice corner to curl up in. Before finding the book in your bag, you find your notebook. It was full of pranks you had pulled with the twins, and sometimes you’d find messages in there from then since they’d jinxed a few pens to relay messages from your notebook to theirs and vice versa. 

   The newest message read: Thanks for helping us not get caught by Lupin, Y/N. Owe you one. Can’t wait to see you tomorrow, if we’re still on for Hogsmeade. Hope we are. It’d be so much more fun with you there. -Fred

   You were glad he wasn’t there to see you blush. Oh Merlin’s Pants, you couldn’t be falling for Fred Weasley, could you? No, no. You couldn’t. He was just your best friend. Just your friend. That was all he was, and all he’d ever be. 

   You didn’t sleep a lot that night. First, you finished your book only to learn the next in the series wasn’t coming out for at least five months, according to one of the Ravenclaw Prefects. That meant five months for wondering what the heck was going to happen to your favorite characters. Then, you realized you might have a slight crush on Fred Weasley. You tried to deny it, but it wasn’t working. You knew that whenever people tried not to do certain things, they had more and more of an urge to do it. In your case, it was true. And you would deny it until you couldn’t anymore. 

   You got up early, which was five in the morning, to do something to distract yourself. You ended up attempting a puzzle someone had left on one of the common room tables with a sign that said, “Help me finish this. PLEASE!” 

   You only got a small section done, and you didn’t know how it attached to the border of the puzzle, but you left it alone to go get ready for Hogsmeade after others started to get up. And the kids that had stayed up all night, started to go to bed. 

   You got a little bit for breakfast, and got in line for the trip to Hogsmeade. Your notebook was open and with you, since you hadn’t seen either Weasley twin to find out where Fred was. He was supposed to meet you in the Great Hall, but you hadn’t spotted him and didn’t want to miss the chance to go in case he was going to meet you there. 

   You wrote your message a little while ago. It said: Thought we were meeting in the Great Hall? Didn’t see you, about to go to Hogsmeade. 

   You were all the way into Zonko’s before his message appeared. Got detention this morning. Don’t worry, Georgie’s going for me. Meet me inside Honeydukes in a few minutes. -Fred

   What did he do this time? You wondered, paying for some fireworks you wanted to set off when O.W.L.s were over. They were still a month away, but some kids were already studying non-stop. You’d probably wait until the night before, yourself, but you still wanted a good excuse to use fireworks. 

   Honeydukes was crowded, as normal, but you felt an arm pull you into somewhere you’d never seen before. You heard a familiar voice whisper, “Lumos!” And saw the smiling face of Fred Weasley. It made your heart jump, but you tried to hide it. 

   “Where in Merlin’s name are we?” You asked. 

   “You mean we never brought you into the secret tunnels?” he said. 

   “So that’s where we are?” 

   “Yeah. It’s also how I got here.” 

   “So how’d you wind up with detention?” 

   “Well, somehow the headboy ended up with pink hair, and my hands just coincidentally had a stain the same color on them.” 

   “You’d think it wouldn’t look too different than the red.” You laughed. 

   “That’s what I said.” 

   “You know, you’d look great with pink hair.” 

   “You mean even better?” 

   “No I mean it’d make the Easter Bunny jealous.” 

   He made a confused face, “The what?” 

   Realization dawned on you, “Oh, right. It’s a muggle thing. The Easter Bunny comes to visit kids on Easter and bring them colored eggs and stuff.” 

   “That’s weird.” Fred said. 

   “Oh, like Wizard traditions aren’t.” 

   The rest of the day was a blast. It didn’t feel like a date to you, and you thought you were just hanging out with your best friend. But when Fred asked, “Do you wanna go on a second date?” It felt all too real. 

   You said no. It didn’t matter if he was nice, and funny, and super cute, and you had a crush on him. You wanted to be his best friend, not his girlfriend. So you said no. Then regretted it for the rest of your life. 

   The next few days you avoided any Weasley and as many Gryffindors as possible. George and Fred tried to approach you multiple times, but you went down a different corridor, or left for class quickly. You put your notebook in the bottom of your trunk and left it there. 

   Days turned into weeks. You read more and more to make up for the loss of your two best friends. Then it was suddenly time for O.W.L.s and you studied for real in an effort to distract yourself. Then it was the end of the year, and you didn’t speak to Fred Weasley the entire summer. Not in person, not in letters. You cut off all communication, and moved on with your life. 

   Then it was seventh year, and you watched the twins fly out of the school on broomsticks, and you didn’t say anything. You didn’t visit Weasley Wizard Wheezes, no matter how cool the products were, or how much you wanted to check it out. 

   And when you cleaned out your trunk at the end of seventh year, you found your old notebook, and threw it away. Then you got a job in the muggle world, since the war with Voldemort had become all too real, and you were a muggle born wizard/witch. 

   But one day an owl from George Weasley came, saying Fred had died in the war. 

   No matter how much you tried to forget, or how much you told yourself he was just a friend from school, it hurt so much worse than that. The pain never seemed to go away.

[ninja-muse]

My Decade in Books

The rules: respond to the prompt “my decade in books” however you want, & then tag some ppl! I chose a book or series to define each year of the decade, some w/a little description. You can do that, or make up your own response

Tagged by @brightbeautifulthings, @lizziethereader, and @magnetarmaddaboutbooks. Thank you!

2009 - My first full year of bookstore work! My second year of having very little self-control about book purchases! And yet somehow I don’t seem to have very many books logged as having been read this year, which I can kind of put down to not having much of a commute and spending more down-time writing, but I suspect I just plain forgot to log stuff too. In any case, this is the year I first read Austen (because P&P&Zombies had just come out and it looked horrible-awesome but I had to read the original first), and the year I discovered Seanan McGuire, and wow, it’s been 10 years since I read Ender’s Game, I could’ve sworn…. Apart from that, it doesn’t look like it was a great reading year. Lots of bad books on the list. (32 books for the year.)

2010 - The year of Jane Eyre and The Book Thief and Jonathan Strange (also, wow, that long?), so a good reading year overall even though I also had a lot of “this was fine” reads. This was also the first year I read a Connie Willis novel. I’m also fairly sure this is the year a coworker moved and sold me his bookcase for $20. (60 books for the year.)

2011 - Read this year: Ben Aaronovitch for the first time, Cloud Atlas. This was clearly near the height of my urban fantasy phase and also the year I was “nearly finished” The Trunk Novel because I was also reading lots of superhero stuff for comparisons. (60 books for the year.)

2012 - The year I seriously ODed on British settings/steampunk and resolved never to read so much of the same stuff back to back again. (Fifteen books.) I also burned through Blackout/All Clear and the Hunger Games novels (movie out!) and Amanda Hocking’s Trylle books, and reread LOTR, and went to England which did not help my OD problem whatsoever. This is the year of Howl’s Moving Castle and The Iliad and the year I really got into graphic novels, and also the year where the store I was working at closed and I moved locations, which means I obviously had to buy all the discount books I’d stashed in the staff room. I still hadn’t read a lot of those. Also I scored two bookcases for $20 during the store close. (68 books for the year.)

2013 - Read: The Years of Rice and Salt, A Canticle for Leibowitz, London Falling, Vanished KIngdoms, Saga Vol. 1, Fangirl, Sandman Vol. 1, my first cozy mystery. Nothing else really stands out as a highlight of the year, though by now I know I’d pretty much scrapped The Trunk Novel. Might be the year I gave my writing-brain a rest? I think this was the last year I was involved in book-Twitter and it was seriously getting me down. (71 books for the year.)

2014 - Hild, The Girl with All the Gifts, binged the Daughter of Smoke and Bone books, and ooh, yep, this is the year I got inspired for The Novel and started reading folklore and stuff for research. Also the year where I was going off urban fantasy in a big way, which is somewhat related to why I got inspired for writing again. (Also the year I said, “no more Thursday Next boos, they’re annoying you, stop.”) I went back to England for a longer visit, got an email from work about a David Mitchell meet-and-greet, and bought a copy of The Bone Clocks at a Waterstones in order to get it signed back in Canada. Mark Oshiro started his read-through of Discworld and I joined in, sort of, by counting his live readings as rereads. (80 books for the year.)

2015 - Lots of high ratings this year! The Martian! The Watchmaker of Filigree Street! A Darker Shade of Magic! The Golem and the Jinni! Leviathan Wakes! All the Light We Cannot See! Uprooted! Ms. Marvel! I waded through The Travels of Marco Polo for research purposes, and read a good handful of books that looked great but wound up disappointing. I joined Tumblr/booklr in November. (101 books for the year.)

2016 - Read The Canterbury Tales in Middle English and fell in love with it all over again! Also The Dark Lord of Derkholm and A Time of Gifts on my dad’s recommendation and POSSESSION and Yiddish for Pirates and The Untold Tale, which I discovered here on booklr. I also seem to have binged on a reread of the Vorkosigan Saga. And I found, bought, and read Old Possum’s Book of Practical Cats because I hadn’t read it since I was a kid and had a plot bunny related to it. Also had a lot of disappointing reads, by the looks of it. (88 books for the year; wrap-up post.)

2017 - Discovered Curtis Craddock and Alice Oseman and Bob Proehl and S.A. Chakraborty and Eden Robinson, who I read as a possible comp-title. Read A Gentleman’s Guide to Vice and Virtue and If We Were Villains (both from Tumblr.) Lots of rereads and a decent reading year all round, because I have a lot of 3-stars and higher. Some major disappointments too, though, like The Rise and Fall of D.O.D.O. (96 books for the year; wrap-up post.)

2018 - Discovered my local library no longer seems to have the complete Chaucer that I’d borrowed for The Canterbury Tales read, because I really wanted to finish all his lesser poems and prose. I discovered Vivian Shaw and R.E. Stearns and Shaun Bythell and Rebecca Roanhorse, and true crime in the form of I’ll Be Gone in the Dark. This was the year of ace rep and YA! Had to do some major library rearranging and bought three IKEA bookcases which a friend helped me assemble. (91 books for the year; wrap-up post)

2019 - Alyssa Cole! Ruth Goodman! Sarah Waters! The Wolf in the Whale! Middlegame! A good chunk of which I read waiting for a Mumford and Sons concert to start. Reread Gulliver’s Travels and The Secret Garden and Good Omens (and then watched the show and got a bit back into the fandom). Also reread a bunch of Seanan McGuire and Ben Aaronovitch stuff. This was clearly a year of rereads and light reading in general, but that balanced out the true crime (5) and some really heavy, dense books. (96 books for the year; wrap-up post)

No idea who’s done this and who hasn’t, so if you want to do it, you’re tagged!

[lurkingwhump]

Blindspot Fic

Hello, dear followers!

So, I managed to write another fic. This was supposed to be just a short drabble for @badthingshappenbingo , but it kind of exploded. The prompt is Kick Them While They Are Down. The whole idea took root from a talk with @i-am-out-of-my-vulcan-mind (glove you, my fellow whumper) when we lamented that it’s always Kurt worrying over Jane and not vice versa. So, this little plot bunny surfaced. 

@indelibleevidence and @take2intotheshower, thank you for being my sounding boards and beta.

Timeline is s4 sometime after 4x12. Angst ahead!

Summary: It was supposed to be a nice evening at home, just the two of them.

Wrong Place, Wrong Time

Chapter 1

Kurt was walking down the street, and put his phone back in his pocket after typing a message. Lifting his eyes again, he suddenly saw a man blocking his way on the street. When he was about to sidestep the man and continue on his way, he felt the tip of a knife in his side and a strong grip on his shoulder.

“Give me your phone and your wallet!” The man gave him a forceful shove, making him back away from the street into the alley.

“Okay, okay. Take it easy.” Kurt raised his hands in front of him disarmingly, sizing up the situation. There were four men. They looked to be in their late teens, and at least one of them was armed with a knife. They were gang members by the looks of it. If he’d have to guess he bet they had other weapons besides the knife. Two of them were now behind him and the others in front and to his side. They had the superior numbers and he was unarmed so he thought it best to just to give them what they wanted. Money could be replaced.

He handed over his phone, the thug quickly snatching it from him.

The one to Kurt’s side shoved him slightly. “Wallet. Come on!”

“Hey! What’s this?!” The ringleader in front of him asked and grabbed Kurt’s metallic FBI badge from his belt as he was reaching inside his jacket.

The man peered at the badge closely, as he took Kurt’s wallet and slipped it in his pocket. “This guy’s a Fed!”

Kurt was about to reply when a blow landed on his back, the suddenness leaving him dazed for a moment and he stumbled.

Before he could recover, a punch connected with his stomach, knocking the wind out of him.

“Hold him. I’m not done with this guy,” Kurt heard the leader say, and felt two men grab his arms in a vice grip. As he was starting to struggle against their hold, the next hit landed on his face, jarring his brain. Blood started dripping down, he could feel the warmth of it trailing down his face.

“This is like Christmas.” The thug spoke with glee as Kurt groaned when the few following punches hit his ribs. “I’ve dreamed of getting my hands on a Fed.”

Kurt gasped as the successive hooks landed in his solar plexus, leaving him trying to gasp for air amidst the pain.

”My brother is in prison for a bank robbery, thanks to your friends!”

He couldn’t help a pained yelp, when the following punch hit his side again and he felt his ribs crack, even with the blood rushing in his ears. He faintly realized that the force was multiplied by the brass knuckles the man had slipped on at some point.

“Hurts, huh?” his attacker goaded him. “Good!”

The next blow to Kurt’s stomach almost made him retch. The beating had gone on for what felt like hours to him. He couldn’t even struggle anymore, slumping against the grip of the two thugs holding him. His whole existence seemed to consist of a red fog of agony surrounding him. Another wail escaped him as the fist connected with his abdomen. He felt like curling up into a ball but he couldn’t, the younger men pulling him upright only to land another hit.

“Come on, leave him! There’s cops somewhere around, I can hear sirens,” the fourth, acting as lookout, said.  

Kurt’s captors released him and he collapsed on the ground.

“Get his ring, dude! We can sell that too.”

Hearing that, Kurt made a fist and shielded his arm under him, trying to prevent them from taking his wedding ring. But it was no use, a vicious kick landed in his stomach and he rolled with the force of it. One of the thugs grabbed his arm and tried to pry his fingers open. When that failed, he stomped on Kurt’s hand, causing him to cry out in pain and open his hand. There was no fight left in Kurt; he couldn’t stop them from slipping his wedding ring off his finger. All he could feel was a pounding in his head and a searing agony in his stomach and sides.

Giving Kurt a final parting kick, they left him lying motionless in the dark alley, dropping his FBI badge next to him.

He couldn’t move, every breath was like knives stabbing his lungs. He groaned weakly, and then everything went black.

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Jane was pacing in front of the balcony door in their apartment, getting increasingly nervous. Kurt had left for the store a few blocks away a little over an hour ago, and now she couldn’t reach him. She had tried to call him, but all she got was an automated message saying “the number you are trying to call is not reachable”.

At first, she thought that maybe the store had long lines, as it sometimes did, but as time wore on, she grew more alarmed.  She had tried calling and texting him. She kept telling herself that maybe the battery in his phone had died. She had even texted Reade in case he’d heard from Kurt, but Reade said he hadn’t spoken to Weller since they had left work. Jane glanced at her phone to check the time; it was almost eight.

She decided she could no longer just wait at home. She had to do something. She’d walk to the store, see if she could spot him along the way. Decision made, Jane walked to the coat rack, putting on her jacket and taking her keys from the breakfast bar, shoving them in her pocket. She grabbed a post-it note, scribbling a quick note on it for Kurt to call her if he got home before her. Just as she was about to head to the door, there was a knock. Kurt.

She opened the door, stunned to find two NYPD officers standing there.

“Jane Doe?”

She raised her eyebrow questioningly “Yes?”                  

“Are you the wife of Kurt Weller?”

Jane felt a chill running down her spine at the question. This could not be good. “I am. What is it?”

“Mrs. Weller, your husband was found badly beaten near Court Street. He’s been taken to the ER.”

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Jane got out from the NYPD detectives’ car and walked briskly to the hospital receptionist, gathering her resolve. She had no idea how badly Kurt was injured, but from what the officers told her it sounded serious.

The receptionist offered her a kind smile. “How can I help you?”

“My husband, Special Agent Kurt Weller, was brought in here about an hour ago. I’m his emergency contact.” Jane spoke, showing her driver’s license to the woman. “He was brought into the ER, I think. Is he still there, or have they transferred him somewhere?” Jane felt she was starting to ramble, but the anxiety and uncertainty were starting to creep in.

“Hold on, let me check…Yes, he was admitted to the ER, and according to this information he’s currently in surgery. Walk to the elevator at the end of the hall and then take it to the 6th floor.”

Jane flashed a quick, grateful smile at the receptionist. “Thank you.”

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Jane had spent the last hour alternately pacing up and down the waiting room and trying to push away the worst-case scenarios in her mind. She had no idea how badly Kurt was injured. What if he was so severely hurt that he had to quit the FBI? It would devastate him. What if he died on the operating table? What if, what if, what if…

She slumped down in a chair, feeling the tears in her eyes as she drew in a shuddering breath, trying to rein in the fear of losing her husband. They had gone through so much, only to have him taken away after everything, simply because some thugs had wanted money and Kurt had been at the wrong place at the wrong time. It was unfair.

Jane wasn’t sure show much time had passed when a doctor in scrubs came through the door into the waiting room.

He looked around the room, at the few people sitting there besides Jane. “The family of Kurt Weller?”

At the mention of Kurt’s name Jane snapped out of her trance and stood up quickly.

“Yes, I’m his wife,” she addressed the man, whom she estimated to be around her age. “How is he?” She asked, afraid of the answer.

“I’m Dr. Kelsey. I’m the trauma surgeon treating your husband.” He motioned to an adjacent room, asking Jane to sit so that they would have some privacy.

She knew he could probably see the anxiety on her face as she waited for him to speak.

“I’m not going to sugarcoat it, Mrs. Weller. He was very badly beaten and he’s in a serious condition.”

Jane felt her heart sink at the doctor’s words.

“When he was brought into the ER, we determined that he had numerous broken ribs and a pneumothorax, as well as an injury to his left hand, along with some cuts and bruises consistent with an assault. An ultrasound also indicated he had a major bleed in his abdomen, so we prepared him for surgery and took him into the operating room for an emergency laparotomy.”

Jane struggled to bite back the sob that threatened to escape. She closed her eyes for a moment, maintaining a tenuous grip on her composure. After a moment she nodded to have the doctor continue.

“We discovered the source of the bleeding to be a severe liver laceration that your husband suffered as a result of the blunt force trauma. We were able to stop the bleed and fix the laceration.”

“Can I see him?” The look in Jane’s eyes was pleading.

“He’s in recovery right now, and if all goes well, he should be moved to the ICU in a couple of hours. You can see him then. We need to monitor him closely in case the bleeding starts again. The next couple of days will determine how things will go. A nurse will come and get you when he’s in the ICU.”

“Thank..thank you, Doctor.”

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She glanced at the clock on the waiting room wall; close to midnight. Dr. Kelsey had stopped by well over an hour ago, but there was still no news of Kurt. Jane squeezed her eyes shut, her nails digging into her palms as she tried to banish the worst-case scenarios from her mind. What if he had started bleeding again? What if they can’t stop it and he dies on the operating table?  

What if she lost Kurt? Her heart shattered at the thought, and she felt a lump in her throat. Kurt had been with her through everything, with scarcely a protest or a word said in anger. From Roman’s manipulation and death, to her reverting to Remi, and her almost dying of ZIP. Despite everything she had put him through, he had always been there for her, to support her and to carry her, both figuratively and literally. She realized she had almost taken him for granted, and the thought of losing him, the thought of a future without him, felt like a sledgehammer to her chest.  

“Mrs. Weller?”

Jane was broken out of her dark thoughts by the name. “Yes.”

“Hi. My name is Erin. I’m one of the nurses in the ICU.”

Jane looked at the woman, somehow soothed by her kind smile and warm tone. She was maybe in her late 40s, wearing purple nurse’s scrubs, and she had long, dark hair that was neatly braided.

She handed Jane a large Ziplock bag. “These are the personal effects that your husband had on him when he was brought into the ER.”

Jane looked at the bag.  It contained Kurt’s home and car keys, and his FBI badge.

“His wedding ring is not here. Was it removed in the ER?”

“Those are all the personal effects he had on him when he was brought in. If he was wearing his wedding ring when he was brought in, it should be there. That’s all I know, sorry.”

“Okay. Thank you.” Jane nodded solemnly. The NYPD said he had been robbed as well as beaten, so the robbers must have taken his ring too.

The other woman gave her a sympathetic smile. “I can take you to see him now, if you’d like.”

“Yes. Please.” Jane felt both relief and trepidation at the thought of seeing Kurt again. How badly was he hurt? She knew that he would not be in the ICU without a very good reason.

Erin led Jane through the doors of the ICU and to a small space that was lined off with a curtain. She moved the curtain and motioned for Jane to go inside as she followed.

That was the first time Jane had seen Kurt in almost 6 hours. She felt the lump rise in her throat again.

He looked incredibly pale, the medical equipment surrounding his bed making him look vulnerable, almost small. He had a large bruise forming on his cheek, and an inch-long nasty-looking red cut by his eyebrow. His left hand was bruised and somewhat swollen. Jane felt a pang in her chest as she realized his wedding ring was, indeed, gone.

As vivid as those injuries were, she knew the most serious ones were the ones she could not see. He had various wires snaking out from under his hospital gown, monitoring his heart and his vitals. He also had two drains, their tubes and containers resting on the bed next to him.

Jane released a shuddering breath. “Can I…Can I touch him?” She asked in a small voice.

Erin gave her a reassuring smile. “Of course you can,” she spoke gently and pulled up a chair for Jane to sit in. “Here, take a seat. You’ll be more comfortable. I’ll give you some time alone with him. He was just brought in from recovery, so it might still be a couple of hours before he starts waking up, “ she smiled kindly and took a step outside the curtain. “I’ll be right there by the desk, if you have any questions or if you need anything.”

“Thank you.”

With that, she was gone, leaving Jane alone with Kurt in the cubicle.

Jane reached out, running her hand through his hair. ”Oh, Kurt.” Her mind flashed back to the last time she had sat beside him like this, with him gravely injured. She was consumed with shame and guilt. She had been Remi then, and Kurt had been her enemy. It had been an act, and she remembered thinking the only reason she wanted him to survive was because she needed to know where Shepherd was.

But now she couldn’t imagine, didn’t want to imagine, a life without him. Not after all they had endured, both separately and as a couple. The thought of losing him terrified her. It would be the cruelest twist of fate, if he died as a result of something so random.

She caressed his cheek gingerly, swallowing her tears. “What did they do to you?” She spoke in a trembling whisper, although she knew he probably wouldn’t hear her. She thought of him, lying in that alley alone, in pain and bleeding. Had he been awake the whole time, but in such agony he could neither move nor cry for help? Or had he been unconscious, the cold from the ground seeping into his body from the outside as the shock from the internal injuries was taking hold from the inside.

It broke her heart to know that he had been in an alley not two blocks from their apartment. Try as she might, she couldn’t keep the tears at bay any longer. She whimpered as she tried to suppress a sob, as the force of what had almost happened hit her. If it hadn’t been for the luck of someone coming into that alley, and the kindness of strangers, he might have died today. And she knew there was a possibility he still might, if complications arose. She took his uninjured hand and gave it a light squeeze, taking care not to disturb the IV catheter.

“I need you to wake up, Kurt. I need to know you’ll be okay.”  

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Kurt slowly became aware of his surroundings. He was still too exhausted to do anything, so he lay there, trying to take stock of things. He had a faint recollection of waking up earlier and someone asking him something, but he didn’t remember even answering them. The only thing he remembered was the sensation of the blood pressure cuff tightening on his arm regularly.

Right now, his head still felt fuzzy. His arms were like lead, as were his eyelids. It felt like everything hurt, especially his chest and his stomach. His mouth was as dry as the Sahara. Well, at least he wasn’t intubated, he noted. But the taste…it tasted like he’d drunk iodine or some other disinfectant. His brow furrowed in pain as he tried to swallow, feeling like someone was running a piece of sandpaper down his throat.

“Kurt?”  The question, spoken by the voice he would recognize anywhere, was tentative. He could hear the emotion in her tone, as the backs of her fingers stroked his forehead.

He fought to open his eyes, managing to open them enough to see Jane’s concerned form hovering above him as she leaned in closer.

“Hey,” she smiled at him tenderly, bringing her hand from his forehead to his cheek.

“Jane.” His whisper was hoarse and it felt even the air hurt in his throat. He winced at the feeling.

“Shh…Lie still. You just got out of surgery a couple of hours ago.” She sat down in the chair beside his bed, taking his hand. Even through the fog that was his mind right now, her touch tore through it, easing the anxiety prowling the edges of his consciousness. He didn’t know why, but he felt somehow uneasy. He gripped her hand, her presence calming him.  

“Water,” he pleaded. He was terribly thirsty. He’d do anything for a drink of water.

Jane sighed, her thumb stroking the back of his hand. “You can’t have anything to drink yet. I’m sorry. They don’t want to risk you throwing up because of the anesthetic. But you can have some ice chips, if that helps?”

He mumbled an affirmation, closing his eyes in exhaustion as she spooned a bit of ice into his mouth, and it relieved the dryness and soreness in his throat as it melted. He fought to open his eyes again, but they were so heavy.

Jane caressed his arm, her soft whisper comforting in his ear. “Don’t fight it, Kurt.” She pressed a feather-light kiss on the cut by his eyebrow.

Too tired to speak, he squeezed her hand with as much strength as he could muster in his weakened condition. His breathing was quickening again, anxiety threatening to cocoon him in a black shroud. It was like her presence was the only thing keeping the darkness at bay.

Jane had noticed his distress. “It’s okay,” she soothed him, running her free hand through his hair. “I’m right here.”

As she kept stroking his hair and murmuring gentle reassurances to him, his body relaxed, the lingering sedation slowly pulling him under again.  

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It had been a little over 36 hours since Kurt had been brought into the ICU. The doctors were still worried, as his lab results showed some elevated values and also his vitals were still somewhat unstable.  He had been awake some brief moments but he was still heavily medicated, so what time he had spent awake wasn’t exactly lucid.

He had been anxious, saying something as if he had been talking to his attackers, nearly tearing out some of the various wires and tubes attached to him if it hadn’t been for Jane. She had been able to calm him down, by holding his hand and whispering soothingly to him, assuring him that he was in the hospital and that he was safe. She had barely left his side since she had been allowed in, wanting to be there if he needed her.

Jane jerked awake, her own exhaustion starting to win. She suppressed a wince, straightening in her chair. ICU chairs weren’t the most comfortable, but she was grateful Erin and the other nurses had let her stay when they could have asked her to leave. She glanced at the monitor showing Kurt’s vitals. He seemed to be stable for now. She trailed her hand up and down his arm slowly, the touch being as important to her as it probably was to him.

A couple of minutes later, Erin stepped into the cubicle from between the curtain. Jane realized that she must have just come back for another shift.

“Hi,” she greeted Jane warmly, as she went to take Kurt’s vitals and to check the different medical devices attached to him. “I heard you had a bit of a scare earlier.”

Jane’s voice was full of worry, as she gave the nurse a sad look, taking Kurt’s hand in hers again. “Yeah. Kurt was in pain and anxious, so he almost tore off some of the equipment.”

“Confusion is normal after surgery. Some people just react more strongly. But I know it must seem scary.”  

“I’ve just never seen him like this.”

Erin touched Jane’s shoulder briefly, the gesture feeling comforting to Jane.  She smiled, noting something on Kurt’s chart before turning to look at Jane again. “He’s improving. His vitals have stabilized a bit.

Jane chanced a small smile at that tidbit of good information, but her smile was soon interrupted by a yawn.

“Mrs. Weller–,”

Jane shook her head, interrupting the nurse. “Jane, please. I can’t deal with formalities right now.”  

Erin tilted her head, observing her for a moment before she went on. “Jane, when is the last time you ate?”

Jane had to wrack her brain for a moment to figure out the answer. “Yesterday, at lunch, I think. I stopped by the cafeteria to get a fruit cup.”

The nurse sighed. “I can see you’re almost dead on your feet. Why don’t you go home, eat something and get some rest, before you get admitted into the hospital too.”

Jane’s headshake was almost vehement, emotion evident in her voice as she spoke. “I can’t leave Kurt. What if something happens?”

The other woman knelt beside her chair. “Jane, if there is one place where Kurt is constantly monitored, it’s here. We’re never more than a few steps away. You’re going to need some sleep before he’s moved to a regular ward, because he will need you more when he’s awake,” Erin coaxed. “So, please go home to get some food and rest for a few hours. We’ll call you if anything happens, I promise.”

Jane gave a tired nod, knowing she was right. “Okay. But I’ll be back in a few hours.”

Erin smiled at that and got up. “That’s perfectly fine. I’ll get you the number to our nurses’ desk so you can call us to let you in.”

As she left, Jane turned her attention back to Kurt. He looked to be peacefully asleep, his face relaxed and free of pain. She reached out to stroke his hair gently. “I’m going to go home for a few hours, Kurt,” she whispered to him. She leaned in, kissing his cheek softly. “You just rest, I’ll be back soon.”

With that, she cast one final look at him and left the cubicle.

Almost an hour later, Jane unlocked the apartment door. She gave a weary sigh as she threw her jacket onto the couch and dumped her keys on the breakfast bar. There was a note at the end of it that caught her attention. Picking it up, she recognized the handwriting.

 Janie,

I know it will probably be a couple of days before you even consider leaving the hospital, but you must be home if you’re reading this. You’re probably worried sick about the Grumpy Munchkin, and don’t feel like eating, much less cooking. But you do need the food. For that, there’s a dish of vegan lasagna in the fridge for you, made with the recipe I got from Patty. So please, eat and get some sleep to recover your strength. Someone has to keep an eye on your when Kurt can’t (and he’d kill us if anything happened to you in his absence.)

Your faithful servant,

Rich”

Jane smiled at the thoughtful gesture, although she wasn’t completely sure how she felt about handing Rich a key to their apartment. Then again, knowing Rich, he’d have picked his way in anyway.” As if anticipating her thoughts, he had added a P.S to the note.

“Don’t worry, I didn’t go snooping around your apartment, Scout’s honor. Pattycakes let me in and saw me out.”

Jane actually laughed aloud at that. Rich! He was something else. Smiling, she replaced the note on the table before going to the fridge to inspect the meal Rich had cooked for her.

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[mithrilhearts]

I am so excited for this new form of Monday Mentions!! I can’t wait to see what sort of responses everyone gives! For my fic today, I’m going to feature my TRSB project that I did with @mysandwichranaway!!

What inspired you to write “Between Vices and Virtues”?

Sandy had put up this amazing sketch into the TRSB slideshow, and I knew after looking through all the art that it was the one I wanted to shoot for. I had an idea immediately planted into my brain with a modern-royalty style fic. A lot of people commented that the artwork looked “mafia” style, which is accurate, but I wanted to take a different direction, and I’m very proud of what I managed to come up with! Also, the amount of lovely artwork that Sandy had done for this fic still blows me away. If you haven’t read it, or looked at the art yet, you should! It’s a 40k words, art filled, fun fic that we worked hard on <3

What is one worldbuilding fact in“Between Vices and Virtues” that you didn’t get to mention in the fic itself?

So it was hinted slightly, about a rumor or legend that the 7 rings (in Middle Earth world, that would be the 7 rings given to the dwarf lords) are cursed in some fashion. It was to be an explanation for Thror’s goldsickness, and worked kind of in reverse with Thorin. I didn’t really play on it much aside from that this ring was safe, but it was a part of the first draft of my outline, featuring a bit more angst, but I’m still really happy with the route I chose. 

What’s your favorite prompt you’ve gotten from a reader/fic game?

Okay but this is a hard one, and I have to pick two because they are both very near and dear to my heart. The first one was a request from @dinchenrockt, about Bilbo getting an acorn tattoo - which is literally how we started talking. I have an acorn tattoo, and they also have one!! It was such a sweet oneshot for me to write, and it’s still one of my favorites, which you can read here → “An Ink-Stained Vow” 

The second one I feel like some people would expect, especially the VILLAIN RESPONSIBLE. @sunnyrosewritesstuff sent me a trope mashup as part of a game with Neighbor AU + Accidental marriage, and now I’ve got one of the most fun rom-com style fics on my hands that should be released into the wild soon! I’ve had so much fun with this story already, both in planning, writing, artwork, etc, and I can’t wait to share it. Read the plot bunny here → “Fuck Thy Neighbor”

What is your opinion of OCs?

I don’t dislike them. I think they are necessary when fleshing out a story (but not always if you don’t want to make them) whether they are well-thought-out, or just a nameless background character, they add something. I have high respect for those who can create an OC, flesh them out, make them their own character AND have them as a central part to any story. Those types of stories aren’t my cup of tea to read, but I admire the writers who can do it.

I love making little background OCs that show up in various fics (I’m looking at you, my little hobbit OC Berthaire lololol) it’s fun to give them personalities and quirks, but I don’t have to dedicate a lot of time to them either. They’re a fun part of the story, but not game changing.

Are you proud of your writing or does it embarrass you? Please elaborate.

I have grown more and more proud of my writing, especially ever since I got through my first year posting fanfic vs just keeping my writings to RP or to myself entirely. It’s helped bolster my confidence as a person, even outside the writing world. Now, that’s not to say I’m advertising to my family or coworkers that I write fanfic (my sister knows, she’s very supportive and has read some of my stuff!!) but I’m content. Neither embarrassed nor shamed, and I’m proud of what I’ve done and where I’m going.

Razzle Fic Recs

(Take Me Back To) The Night We Met - 25k • Complete On a night when The Green Dragon Inn is out of vacancy, Bilbo Baggins opens up his home to a trio of displaced and rain-soaked dwarves. The two children of the bunch are happy to have a temporary home away from the rain, but their uncle, Thorin, sees it only as a debt to be repaid.

As The Tide Turns - 11k • WIP The lost treasure of Durin the Deathless has been sought by many and found by none, but to Bilbo Baggins, it’s merely another riddle just waiting to be solved. The self-proclaimed “Deathless” expert finds himself whisked away aboard The Ravenheart, led by the infamous Captain Oakenshield, and the two embark on an unexpected journey to solve one of history’s biggest mysteries.

Bookbinder//Songwriter - 55k • WIP as·pi·ra·tion - the object of one's hope or ambition; a goal. For Thorin Durinul it’s music, for Bilbo Baggins it’s literature, but for the two of them together, it’s each other.

Happy Monday, Fellowship! 💜

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What inspired you to write [choose your fic]?

What is one worldbuilding fact in [choose your fic] that you didn’t get to mention in the fic itself?

What’s your favorite prompt you’ve gotten from a reader/fic game?

What is your opinion of OCs?

Are you proud of your writing or does it embarrass you? Please elaborate.

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