#reverse social situation!au

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reverse social situation!au where sky is wealthy and prapai is poor and sky has major trust issues/is emotionally very unavailable because of trauma caused by his crazy ex so he hires escorts to bring to his fancy social events that his dad makes him attend because he doesn't want to ever get into a relationship again.

enter prapai who's trying to put his 2 younger siblings through uni by working as an escort on the side. its an easy gig for him because he likes to flirt and he's very comfortable making conversation and like 80% of this job is just schmoozing and the other 20% is looking hot which prapai already has on lock. occasionally he fucks some of his clients if they're pretty enough but the company he works is p good about making sure their staff gets the final say on stuff like that.

when he gets hired by sky he's instantly intrigued. sky is so prickly and grumpy and full of verbal barbs, but he goes soft under prapai's hands when he pulls him close and is clearly so touch starved that prapai aches a little bit for him. he does his best to make things easier for sky (who is very awkward at social events) and he's charming enough that sky realises this is one of the easiest nights out he's had in a long time.

its social season in whatever the Bangkok equivalent of the Hamptons is, so sky winds up hiring prapai semi regularly to be his arm candy / society shield for a series of events. prapai makes things so easy and its the most relaxed he's ever been around someone and even though prapai has the lamest sense of humour ever, somehow he makes sky laugh.

meanwhile prapai is living his best julia roberts life because not only is he being paid super well (like plerng and phan's university fund has grown significantly and he's set for the next six months on rent) but he's gotten a whole new wardrobe out of this which he's taken full advantage of cuz sky cares nothing about fashion (seriously, he just wears the most BORING suits that, yes, to be fair still look amazing on him because his tailor knows how to emphasise his tiny waist and the sharp line of his shoulders), so he just gives prapai a credit card and tells him to get what he wants. when prapai asks what the limit on it is, sky just shrugs.

but also its driving prapai just a little bit wild that sky won't initiate anything with him. he can tell sky is attracted to him because of the way sky always stares at his lips when he gets too close, eyes startled and wide like a deer caught in headlights. but he never takes it further and prapai always has to let the moment pass or diffuse it by dropping a quick peck on his cheek or forehead. he knows its not his place to demand more but he can't help but want. he can tell they'd be good together, but also there's something sad about sky's eyes that calls out to prapai.

he decides he's just going to have to seduce sky so good and make him jump prapai because tbh prapai's sick and tired of blue balling them both.

so he makes a plan. buys an outfit that he knows will make him look like A Snack (TM). then lies in wait for an unsuspecting sky to come home and trip into his arms.

yes it works, and yes they have mind blowing sex and then can't stop having mind blowing sex and prapai's never been happier.

they start going on cute dates between social events. sky takes prapai out on a yacht and plies him with strawberries and chocolate and kisses champagne from his lips. prapai takes sky to a dilapidated hole in the wall, but the food is warm and hearty and smells like home and love. they pack a picnic and laze around in the sun until a sudden downpour has them running for shelter under a deserted pagoda. they're drenched and shivering and overcome with giggles, and when prapai glances over he feels his breath catch inside his chest. he's helpless against the pull he feels towards this man, so he reaches out, drags sky close and slants his lips over sky's in a deep, wet kiss and lets the feeling of love consume him.

one day when they're cuddling after a (quite rigorous) session, prapai falls asleep first and sky stays up staring at his face and tracing his lips with his fingertips. he thinks about the how different his life is now, how happy being with prapai makes him, how easy it is to let himself go under prapai's hands. he has the sudden revelation that he wants more. and that terrifies sky.

he starts avoiding prapai. they still have a month on their contract and sky can't bring himself to cancel it, but he refuses to let prapai do more than hold him when he's escorting him to events and refuses to see him outside of their formal engagements. prapai is understandably hurt and confused and at first tries to give sky time to tell him what's wrong but when its their final week together and sky is still being distant and cold he can't take it anymore and confronts sky.

they fight. prapai demands to know why sky is treating him like they don't mean anything to each other. sky rebuts that he doesn't mean anything to him. this was always transactional. its not sky's fault that prapai got his heart tangled up in good sex. prapai is livid, and storms off and sky falls to his knees and breaks apart to the sound of the door slamming shut.

it takes a few minutes, but prapai calms down and realises that something's wrong. that wasn't sky; it wasn't the gentle and kind and loving man he's grown to adore. he rushes back and finds sky sobbing on the floor and gathers him into his arms. they rock together and prapai shushes him gently. he tells sky that its okay that he knows that sky didn't mean what he said. because he knows sky better.

"its not fair to ask you to say it first, so let me. i love you, sky."

sky sobs, and the truth comes out. how he loved once and was repaid with cruelty. how in the aftermath he felt used up, like there was nothing in his heart left to give. how meeting prapai shifted something fundamental in him and it was terrifying but sky wanted to be brave because prapai was worth being brave for.

"i love you too," sky says, finally, voice still thin and broken from his tears. "i'm sorry for saying what i did before; none of it is true. i love you, i love you, i don't think i can ever stop loving you."

"you won't have to," prapai promises, and when sky arches up for him, prapai's already there. the kiss feels like a promise, it feels like deliverance.

it feels like coming home.

[justarkive]

TABLE 3 | JJK ch14

“For good service, and cute waitresses.”

pairing: pre!military jungkook x fuckbuddy/waitress! reader

Before Jungkook enlists in the military, his life takes an unexpected turn when he visits a local restaurant with friends and meets a waitress who doesn’t recognize him. Surprised by your lack of star-struck reaction, Jungkook finds himself drawn to your down-to-earth nature, especially his previous struggles with the pressure of constant drama on social media regarding his relationships. Little do you know, Jungkook is about to leave for the military, which inevitably bring’s complications to their connection… do they find a way to fix it?

warnings: SMUTTTTTTTTT profanity, angst, humour, fluff, celebrity au, idol!jungkook , mentions of other kpop groups/idols, inner conflict, insecurity.

smut warnings: needy jungkook, suggestive messages, booty call at 3AM LOL. shower sex, protected sex, oral m recieving, throat fucking, crying, gagging, fingering, squirting, spanking, use of showerhead against the clit, clit play, nipple play, missionary, doggystyle, oc is practically touching her toes, reverse cowgirl umm but he does all the work?? cowgirl, strength kink, fucking while standing up, oc smacks jungkooks butt HAHA, multiple orgasms for both, super needy kook, basicaly non verbal oc lol, jungkook cant stop thinking abt leaving and he takes it out on her </3 (its hot tho) jungkook is just rlly fuckin horny and she just lets him do whatever pretty much. kinda dom jk?? DIRTY TALKKK ITS SO DIRTYYYYYYY, kinda possesive jk in a “noone will make u feel like this” way??? FLUFFY AFTERCARE!!!

wc: longggg

this fic is not meant to represent the real jungkook or any other characters mentioned!

taglist: @jenniebyrubies @dreamersparacosm @darklove2020 @rayyrayy10 @elinaki92 @alana4610

a/n: make sure to read till the end wink wink. it all comes crashiny down soon guys… so prepare LOL. i figured they deserved s rlly freaky chap before that tho. ENJOY MY LOVES

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The next morning, you wake up to the soft glow of daylight filtering through the massive hotel windows.

Nari, of course, is still knocked out—sprawled on the bed like a starfish, one arm flung over her face, her hair a tangled mess from sleep. Her breathing is heavy, slow, peaceful.

And you? You groan the second reality kicks in.

You have a night shift.

You sit up, running a hand down your face as the weight of that realization sinks in. After the absolute high of last night—VIP treatment, insane performances, Jungkook—your reward? A long-ass shift at the diner, which was of course the consequence of asking for one day off.

Life is cruel.

Knowing better than to wake Nari unless it’s a life or death situation, you quietly slip out of bed and start packing your things. The magic of the concert is still lingering in the air, but with every folded piece of clothing, every zip of your bag, it fades just a little, replaced by the routine of your normal life.

The normal life that does not include penthouse suites and private concert boxes.

Once your bag is mostly packed, you hop into the shower, letting the warm water wake you up. By the time you’re dressed and ready, Nari still hasn’t moved.

Great.

You settle onto the couch and finally—finally—open your phone.

There’s no good morning text from Jungkook. Not surprising. He’s probably still asleep, hungover if last night’s spam is anything to go by.

And speaking of that—

You click into the chat.

His messages from the night before are a mess.

Jungkook [2:12 AM]: IM si tied

Jungkook [2:13 AM]: si so tired fukc tired

Jungkook [2:15 AM]: wait no im buzzing still im still high off the concert not like drug high ok

Jungkook [2:16 AM]: did u like it???????

Jungkook [2:17 AM]: bet u cried. bet u wept. bet u are weeping rn

Jungkook [2:19 AM]: i wana kiss u rn

Jungkook [2:20 AM]: NOT IN A HORNY WAY

Jungkook [2:22 AM]: mayb a little in a hornt way

You snort, scrolling further.

There are voice messages—slurred, barely understandable, probably recorded in the car ride back.

You click on one.

A deep, drawn-out sigh fills your ears, followed by a very drunk-sounding Jungkook.

“U don’t even knooowwwwwww how much I killed it. Like. No one. No one killed it like me. I’m soooo good. Did u SEEEEEE MEEEE??????? Wait ofc u did. Hi. I miss youuuuuuuu heheheheheh.”

You wheeze.

Then there are accidental photos of a table—just a table—with half-eaten food and someone’s hand in the frame. Probably one of his dancers.

A few blurry videos of him dancing on top of said table.

You shake your head, thoroughly entertained—until—

Your scrolling halts.

One message stands out.

Amidst all the nonsense, all the chaotic, drunken rambling, there’s one that’s… off.

Jungkook [3:04 AM]: im raelky fucking sorry y

Your brows furrow.

It’s buried between a spam of typos and nonsense, easy to overlook, easy to dismiss as just another drunken slip-up.

But still. Sorry?

For what?

You stare at it for a moment, lips pressing together.

Your gut tells you to ask.

But your brain tells you not to dwell on it.

So, you don’t.

You exhale, shaking off the weird feeling creeping in your chest, choosing instead to focus on the much more entertaining parts of his messages.

Like the terribly filmed videos of him singing dramatically, off-key, into a bottle of soju.

Or the way his last message—before passing out, apparently—was just:

Jungkook [3:22 AM]: meow

You lose it.

The weird feeling lingers in the back of your mind, but for now, you let yourself laugh.

And maybe, just maybe, you forget about that one message entirely.

For now.

——

Nari wakes up in the worst mood imaginable. You drag yourselves out of the hotel, obviously after munching on the breakfast buffet like absolute animals.

Which, honestly, is valid. You’d both gotten maybe five hours of sleep, and when you texted her when you got home in the morning to check in, she was radio silent.

Unresponsive. Dead to the world. Practically in a coma.

You figured she needed it—after all, that concert was a marathon. But by the time you dragged yourself through your morning routine, did some mindless scrolling, and considered texting Jungkook, you finally got a single reply from Nari at 1 PM:

Nari [1:04 PM]: bitch

That was it. No follow-up.

Meanwhile, Jungkook finally woke up at 2 PM, which was late, even for him.

Jungkook [2:15 PM]: good morningggggggg 🥱

You [2:16 PM]: it’s 2PM.

Jungkook [2:16 PM]: i am a popstar and i require beauty rest.

Jungkook [2:16 PM]: u up?

You [2:17 PM]: obviously.

Jungkook [2:18 PM]: cute.

And that’s how the texting started—all day, back and forth, about everything and nothing.

The concert. How unreal it was. How insane the screams were. How you both really had the audacity to do what you did before the concert when he was supposed to be saving his energy.

And then, somewhere between 11 PM and 3 AM, your texts shifted to complaining about your night shift.

Nari had offered to drive you both home after it because, in her words, “I am literally on the verge of death, and the faster I get us to the nearest bed, which is your place, the faster I can sleep.”

So now, here you both were, dragging your bodies inside your apartment, exhausted and delirious, talking shit about the weirdest customer of the night.

“I swear,” Nari groans, tossing her keys onto your desk, “that man has never showered in his life.”

“I think I’m still smelling him,” you mumble, flopping onto the bed.

Nari follows suit, dramatically collapsing beside you. “If I ever agree to another night shift, slap me.”

“Same for me.”

You mindlessly pull your phone out, expecting more texts from Jungkook—but he hasn’t replied for a bit. Which is… weird.

But before you can question it, your phone buzzes.

And then another. And another. And—

Jungkook [3:02 AM]: u up?

Jungkook [3:02 AM]: wait ofc ur up u just texted me

Jungkook [3:03 AM]: come over

Jungkook [3:03 AM]: now

Jungkook [3:03 AM]: please

You blink.

Okay. That’s new.

Your fingers hover over the keyboard,

You [3:04 AM]: u okay?

Jungkook [3:04 AM]: no

Jungkook [3:04 AM]: i miss you

Jungkook [3:05 AM]: come

Your stomach flips.

Oh.

You [3:05 AM]: jungkook its 3am.

Jungkook [3:05 AM]: y/n.

You sigh, staring at the screen.

Okay, you want to go. Desperately. But—

You [3:06 AM]: can’t. nari’s over.

You expect him to be pushy—maybe whine a little, try to convince you.

But he doesn’t.

Instead, his next message is immediate.

Jungkook [3:06 AM]: ohhh okay. get some sleep then.

Jungkook [3:06 AM]: i’ll see u tomorrow maybe?

You smile a little. Of course he’s understanding.

And then— A voice beside you.

“Oh my god,” Nari practically cackles, making you jump. She’s leaning over, peering at your phone, grinning like a menace.

“Bitch, GO.”

Your mouth opens. “I—”

“You think I care?” She snorts, flopping back onto the bed. “I’m gonna be asleep in the next 5 mins and probably all day tomorrow. I wouldn’t notice if the building was on fire.”

You hesitate. She notices.

She glares. “Y/N, if you don’t get your ass up”

You bite your lip, sighing. “Can you drive me?”

Nari snorts. “It is three in the morning. I am not getting behind a wheel right now.”

You huff, already pulling up the Uber app. Asking for Jungkook’s address and typing it in. “I’ll just—”

Nari snatches your phone out of your hand.

And Ubers you to Jungkook’s apartment

She pays for it before you can react.

Your jaw drops. “Nari—”

She shrugs, grinning. “Consider it my thank you for that once-in-a-lifetime concert experience. You think I’m not still riding that high?”

You groan, but at this point, you’ve lost. You snatch your phone back.

You [3:12 AM]: omw.

Jungkook’s reply is instant.

Jungkook [3:12 AM]: 😏

You roll your eyes as you head to the bathroom, trying to act like you’re not doing the absolute most to freshen up.

Hair? Fixed. Perfume? A little. Lips? Definitely hydrated with layers of gloss.

And the second you catch yourself in the mirror, adjusting your clothes like you’re not about to just end up taking them off anyway—

“Bitch.”

You jump.

Nari is watching you from the bed, arms crossed, smirking like she caught you red-handed.

“You are doing too much for a 3 AM dick appointment.”

You scowl. “Shut up.”

She snorts, rolling onto her side. “Nah, it’s okay. You deserve it.”

A beat. Then—

“My girl’s getting dicked downnn tonight.”

You throw a pillow at her. She wheezes.

Your phone buzzes. The Uber’s outside.

⸻

By the time you step out of the Uber, you are literally fighting for your life.

Your limbs are heavy, your eyelids are betraying you, and every step toward Jungkook’s apartment door feels like you’re wading through concrete.

But you know exactly what’s about to happen.

And somehow, that alone is keeping you alive.You knock once you get to his door, somehow remembering how to get there since the field date—too tired to text, too wired to just walk in like you own the place.

It takes half a second before the door swings open.

Jungkook stands there, leaning against the frame like he’s trying very, very hard to keep his composure.

Like he’s trying to act normal—cool, casual, unfazed. But his eyes betray him immediately. Because they drink you in. Like he’s starving.

And then— All that composure?

Gone once you smile and say “Hi.”

You barely register Jungkook’s grip on your wrist before the door shuts behind you, sealing you into his space, his world, his intentions.

He’s not playing around.

The second you’re inside, he’s on you. Hands on your waist, pushing you back, his breathing already heavier than it should be for someone who hasn’t even touched you properly yet.

You’re half-asleep, running on fumes, but your body?

It knows exactly where this is going.

You feel the cold edge of the bathroom sink, which you don’t even question how fast he’d pulled you in there, against your back before your brain even catches up to the fact that he’s been steering you here on purpose.

His grip is firm, deliberate, his fingers pressing through the fabric of your pullover, claiming you before he’s even said a word.

And then— “I already showered,” you manage, breathless, blinking up at him.

Jungkook just grins.

Smirks, actually.

The kind of slow, dangerous smirk that makes your stomach clench, makes your knees weaker than they already are from exhaustion.

“I haven’t.”

A pause.

Then—

His lips crash into yours.

And just like that—

You are wide awake.

Jungkook kisses you like he’s been waiting all day for this.

Like he’s been counting down the minutes, picturing this exact moment, craving it.

And you? You feel it.

Every ounce of his desperation, his need, the way his hands tighten just a little too much when they grip your hips, like he’s trying to ground himself in your warmth.

He doesn’t even let you think.

The second he feels you relax into it, he’s lifting you—easily, like you weigh nothing—and setting you onto the cold marble countertop of the sink.

Your legs automatically spread for him, letting him step in between, and— He whimpers. Actually whimpers. Like just the feel of your body opening up for him is already too much.

You feel the weight of his hands slide down from your waist to your thighs, his thumbs brushing just under the hem of your hoodie.

He leans in, kisses you deeper this time, tongue teasing yours, hot and demanding.

It’s all teeth and lips and need.

Like he wants to devour you. And you? You let him.

Because fuck it, you want it too.

The exhaustion from earlier? Completely gone when your hands tangle in his hair, still damp from whatever half-assed shower he took, and the feeling of your fingers tugging, gripping makes him let out a low, breathy curse against your lips.

He’s losing it. Then his hands disappear.

You barely have time to process the sudden loss of warmth before you hear it—

The sound of his hoodie hitting the floor. Then his shirt. You look down.

The heat that pools in your stomach at the sight of him—shirtless, toned, glistening from the way the bathroom light reflects off his skin—is actually unfair.

He’s so unfair.

And he knows it.

Because he’s watching you watch him. Head tilted, chest rising and falling, lips red and swollen from kissing you like he was trying to leave a permanent mark.

“You’re staring, baby.”

Your cheeks burn. “Shut up.”

“Make me.”

You don’t get the chance.

Because before you can even think of something to say, he takes off your clothes and he’s lifting you again—

Off the counter. Into the shower.

Your body shivers. Not from the temperature—from him.

From the way his hands slide up your sides, from the way his mouth attaches to the soft skin under your jaw, kissing, sucking, teasing.

He’s barely doing anything, and yet you feel weak. Like your entire body is being tuned to his touch. And he knows it.

Because when his lips move to your ear, his voice drops, raspy, his breath hot against your skin— “You still tired?”

The smirk in his tone is palpable. You glare at him—well, you try to. It’s hard to be intimidating when your brain is melting.

But you force yourself to lie “Yes.”

Jungkook laughs “Better wake you up then.”

Then his hands are on you again.

And just like that, he makes sure you never feel tired again.

Jungkook scoops you up effortlessly, and you’re suddenly clinging to him like a fucking koala, your arms wrapped around his neck as you laugh.

He nearly trips when he picks you up, and you can’t help but giggle at how ungraceful he looks. “Careful,” you tease, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

You notice his… well, you notice. His cock isn’t fully hard, but it’s in the process of getting to it, it’s already starting to twitch, and damn, it’s hard not to stare when it swings with every movement in front of you.

You’re almost hypnotized by the way the huge thing moves.

But then, of course, the cold water sprays you right in the face, and you let out a loud squeal, completely unprepared. Jungkook immediately goes wide-eyed, holding his hands up in mock surrender. “Sorry, baby.” he says quickly and chuckles, his voice cracking slightly as he tries not to laugh at your reaction.

And then, before you can recover, he pulls you back into a kiss. It’s warm, soft, and the taste of him makes you forget all about the shock of the cold water. There’s something about seeing him like this—so real, so raw, his skin glistening with water—that makes your stomach do flips. You hadn’t realized how much you liked this part of him. The part that’s just… human.

As he deepens the kiss, you let yourself melt into him, not caring about the cold anymore, just the feeling of being so close, so completely wrapped up in him.

The kiss doesn’t last as long as you’d like however, his hands already moving across your wet skin. His tattooed hand gently brushes your damp hair away from your face, and you can’t help but smile at how undone everything is, mascara probably smeared, but you don’t care.

He’s groaning in your fucking face, his hands roaming, just feeling every inch of you like he’s starved for the touch.

You can feel how much he’s craving you, the way he reacts to your body, every movement of his making you shiver.

“I missed you,” he says, voice thick with longing, and there’s a desperation in his words that makes your heart race. He pulls away just enough to look at you, and suddenly you notice- he’s jerking off by just looking at your face.

Your knees buckle.

His eyes dark, his breath heavy. You try to look away, feeling your cheeks flush, but he catches your chin, gently tilting your face up to meet his gaze.

“I swear, I’ve been losing my fucking mind,” he murmurs, his voice almost shaky as he leans in closer, forehead to yours, his breath warm against your lips. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you, about fucking that little pussy.” He looks down. Tugs harder. “I wanted you so badly, you have no idea,” A moan, “I came so hard thinking of what we did yesterday night- Fuck-“

He’s babbling now, each word filled with so much raw emotion that you feel a heat rise in your chest, your face burning with embarrassment as you try to hide your flustered reaction. But he doesn’t stop, his hands now holding you close, other hand still tugging at his cock, filling the air with nasty, wet noises as he continues, his desperation clear.

“I couldn’t think straight without you,” he says, his voice a little frantic now. “You drive me insane, you don’t understand…”

You can’t help but blush harder, the way he’s pouring out his emotions making you feel more exposed than you’ve ever felt. His words, though, only make the connection between you feel even stronger, the intensity building between you two in ways you never expected.

He’s not just after your body; he’s after you, and that realization makes your heart skip a beat. It’s different from before, he’s clearly worked up about something. And you can’t help but think it’s not just because he misses having sex with you.

But you don’t pry. Like always.

“You had to message me at 3AM for this?” you tease, raising an eyebrow at him.

Jungkook pauses for a second, his smirk slowly spreading across his face. The way his eyes gleam with both frustration and amusement makes your heart skip a beat. “Duh,” he replies, his voice dripping with that familiar confidence. “You think I wasn’t gonna do whatever it took?”

His hand reaches up, brushing your cheek softly as he laughs lightly, the tension between you easing into something more playful.

You roll your eyes, but the warmth of his smile, the way he looks at you with such intensity, has you blushing again. The teasing may be there, but underneath it all, you both know how badly you want this connection, the way you fit together, and how much you crave more of each other.

You chuckle, shaking your head at him. “It’s been one day, Kook. One day,” you tease, trying to hide the blush that creeps up your neck.

“I don’t care.” His voice is low, sharp, cutting through your sentence like a blade. His fingers trail lower, his touch light—too light. “I’ll take you whenever I want.”

His gaze darkens a bit, the intensity in his eyes making your heart race. ��Doesn’t matter how long it’s been. I want you always,” he says, his hand reaching out to brush your hair away from your face again, the water running over your body,

You can’t help but blush again, the mix of desperation and affection in his words making it hard to breathe. It’s more than just a physical need—it’s something deeper, something raw that you both can feel.

He lets go of his cock, face scrunching up in the cutest way as if he was about to cum. Hes so pathetic, but you love it. His cock flushed a pretty pink when it’s left to stand in front of his glistening abdomen, twitching slightly.

Suddenly, a soft “Fuck-“ escapes you as he gently traces your folds which have been soaked by your own juices and the water from the shower, and you realize just how much you’ve missed this closeness—the way he holds you like you’re fragile, yet there’s an unspoken promise in his touch that says he’ll never let you go, even though the last time he had touched you like this was only less than 48 hours ago. And that’s when you realize.

You’re fucking doomed.

The realization hits you like a wave, crashing over you with the weight of it all.

You never imagined sex would ever feel like this—so real, so intense-

But also really fucking good of course.

Despite having sex with Jungkook before, less times that you can count on your hand, nothing compares to this feeling. And that scares you more than you’d like to admit, because it’s not just physical. The way he makes you feel—cared for, seen—it’s like he’s holding you together in a way you didn’t know you needed. His desperation is raw and real, but there’s something more beneath it. A tenderness, an intimacy that makes you wonder if you’ve been underestimating what he’s been truly offering all along.

Jungkook never fails to put your pleasure first.

You realize now, with a startling clarity, that you’ve never experienced anything like this. And likely never will again. The way he makes you feel safe, even in the way he’s desperate for you now, shows just how much he values you. And even as his desire takes over, there’s this soft, underlying care that feels like it’s always been there, just waiting to surface.

His voice breaks through your thoughts, rough but somehow tender, “Look what you’ve done.” His words make your heart skip a beat, and the warmth between you deepens. You look down to see his hand back on his dick, not moving, just there. The fingers that skim through your folds falter slightly, “You make me so fucking hard,”

He finally pulls his hand away, and you can’t help but glance down at where he’s rubbing at your folds. Jungkook’s eyes stay locked on you, though, as his fingers gently press against your clit now. You gasp, feeling a shiver go through you at the contact. “Shit,” you moan, your gaze dropping, and he lets out a strangled noise, clearly feeling the heat too.

Suddenly, the water gets way too hot, and he shifts, his skin obviously uncomfortable.

Without even looking, he reaches over to adjust the temperature. You can’t help but snicker, watching him like he’s got some kind of mission to complete. “Can’t keep your hands off?” you tease, still chuckling, because honestly, it’s a little funny how much he’s trying to focus on you when he’s struggling just to turn the damn shower down.

Jungkook doesn’t laugh, though. When he turns his eyes away from your pussy and up to you, his eyebrows are furrowed, “I made it clear how much I want you, baby. And now you’re just gonna laugh at me?” He starts rubbing faster, and when he gives your clit a soft slap, you can’t help but squeal.

You get the feeling that Jungkook’s not gonna hold back tonight, and honestly? You’re kind of excited for it.

Kind of? Your buzzing for it.

He’s always been gentle with you during sex, and even on those late nights when you felt a little lonely—though, to be fair, you haven’t needed that kind of comfort in a while—you’ve always wondered… has Jungkook been holding something back? Is there a rougher, more carnal side to him?

His nose trails along your neck, and you can’t help but moan a little louder, totally under the spell of his fingers working their magic on you. “I’m gonna make you cum on my fingers, and you’re gonna scream my name,” he says, pressing a wet kiss to your neck.

“A-ah—” You stutter at one particularly hard rub to your clit, and he grins like he knows exactly what he’s doing. He kisses down your body with way more enthusiasm than you expected, stopping at your chest and sucking on your nipples, each one with a little more force than you’re prepared for.

Suddenly, one harsh suck to your nipple and then his finger starts prodding in—unfortunately not adorned with his signature chunky rings this time. But either way, the sensation has you gasping and practically shouting his name. “J-Jungkook!”

He pulls away from your nipple, slamming his lips onto yours to silence the noise escaping you. You moan against his mouth as his fingers start to move slowly at first, and then he slips in another finger, picking up speed.

Jungkook’s fingers find the spot he never fails to find quickly, wether it’s with his cock or fingers.

He’s so unfair.

And you can’t help but gasp as his touch awakens a heat that spreads through your entire body. Your eyes lock, and you meet his gaze, seeing the intensity there. His hand crawls around your neck, holding it firmly in place, and the action makes you feel both anchored and completely vulnerable at the same time.

Your heart races, the sensation of his touch overwhelming you in ways you didn’t expect.

You can feel your legs grow weak, knees buckling, your body pressed up against the shower tiles for support, and Jungkook’s hand around your neck is a steady anchor. He watches you closely, the intensity in his eyes softening for a moment as he sees the way you’re trembling, his hand holding your neck just enough to remind you of his presence, his care.

There’s an unspoken understanding in the air between you—how much you’re both craving this closeness, this connection.

As his fingers move faster on your clit, the rawness of the moment hits you, and you’re left breathless. You tilt your head back further, practically looking straight up now, feeling exposed in the best way possible, as Jungkook stays close, holding you in his gaze, his face over yours as your buckling knees minimise your height, giving you something more than just the moment. He fingers you harder, rougher.

You force yourself to hold his gaze, even as your breath quickens, letting out vulnerable whimpers and strangled moans, feeling the heat between you two intensify. Jungkook breathes in deeply, his exhale brushing your face, and you notice the way his jaw clenches, the tension in his body mirroring the way you’re feeling.

“Always so fuckin’ tight,” he murmurs, voice low and rough.

His hand leaves your neck, fingers threading into your hair, and you can’t help but gasp. “J-Jungkook, please,” you moan, trying to gather enough focus to look up at him, pleading silently for a bit of mercy. You’re on the edge, and if you cum now, you don’t know how much more you can take.

He smirks down at you, his eyes full of that quiet intensity. “Please what?” he teases, tilting your head back by your hair just a little more, his grip firm.

“S-slow…” you whisper, your voice shaking from both desire and the overwhelming feeling of his fingers. And he has the audacity to chuckle and go even faster. “Can’t handle it?”

You shake your head, and his smirk only deepens, a quiet confidence in his gaze. Your heart skips when you realize that he won’t let up—he’s not backing down.

“You’re gonna take it because you’re such a good girl, right? The best girl,” he murmurs, his voice low and full of that same intensity. You clench around him, and he groans, caught by the tightness. He struggles for a moment, but it only makes him more determined.

His hand gently grips your chin, squeezing your cheeks together, guiding your puckered lips towards his for a soft, fleeting kiss on your lips, the touch tender despite the heat between you both.

He releases his hold on your face, his hand shifting to himself, and you can see the struggle in his expression as he moves even faster than before. The speed increases, and it catches you off guard, a wave of heat building inside you. You try to catch your breath, reaching out to grip his wrist, but he pushes your hand away, “Nggghh- Fuck!”

Then, suddenly, his touch falters for a moment, and you feel the shift as he pulls back.

What the fuck.

“I was so close!” You pout, frustration seeping into your voice.

“Enough,” he seethes, his tone sharper than you expected. His hands move to your waist, guiding you down to your knees, positioning you in front of him.

You’re on your knees, feeling a little unsteady from the moment, but there’s something about the way Jungkook stands over you, the way he watches you with such intensity that makes your heart race. You look up at him, his eyes soft but filled with an unspoken need, the muscles of his body taut and rippling in the dim light.

His strong thighs are close, the water running down his skin of his abs when you look up, the vibrancy of his coloured tattoos seem to increase under the water that cascades down his arms, creating a slight sheen that makes both of your lips drool-

Half of his face is slightly covered by the length of his hard cock above you, the sight of it is almost too much to process. Your breath catches in your throat as you try to steady yourself, but it’s hard.

He shifts slightly, length swinging, and you can feel the tension heightened in the air, the electricity between you both, as if every little movement is creating an undeniable pull. You gaze at him, the water dripping from his hair, and there’s a fire in your chest, the connection between you two so palpable it feels almost like a promise.

“You good?” His voice is softer than you expected, compared to the harshness earlier, and it makes you shiver, the warmth of his care wrapping around you.

You nod, unable to talk, feeling a mix of emotions you can barely sort through, but it’s all-consuming in a way you never expected.

He cradles your face, his gaze searching yours for some kind of reassurance, a silent question hanging between you. His hands are steady, as they grip around the base of his cock, letting out soft breaths.

He strokes his thumb over your bottom lip, watching it bounce back and smiling, his eyes never leaving yours, as if trying to gauge how you feel.

You meet his gaze, and there’s a mix of emotions between you—vulnerability, desire, and something deeper. The air feels charged, and without saying a word, you give him a slight nod.

He moves his tip closer to your mouth, and he grins when you try and chase it. “You want it?”

He taps it against your lips and you whine, opening your mouth, ready to take this thing in, but he moves it away, swinging it against your cheek. He groans at the impact.

You look up at him to find him grinning, holding back a laugh. “Jungkook,”

He gives in, only because it’s you. Finally pushing his tip inside your mouth.

The salty, familiar taste greets you.

Through all the times you and Jungkook had fucked, he’d made it pretty clear how much he loves receiving (as much as he does giving of course) never failing to slip it into your…sessions.

And you? You definitely aren’t complaining.

He lets you go at your own pace, and he just watches you from above as your tongue licks around his tip, watches you as you slip half of his length in your mouth, letting out the occasional grunt.

It hits him then. When you look up at him with a mouth full of cock. The impending doom of his military service that keeps popping up in his mind at the worst times possible like an annoying notification that he cant seem to swipe away.

And to will it away. He thrusts his entire length in your throat.

“Fuck…” His breath stutters, but even in his distraction, he notices your struggle. Your eyes widen as you cough, and he instinctively reaches for your temples, guiding you, trying to ground you both.

“Wanna fuck it,” He whispers, other hand tracing your jaw.

You don’t have time to protest; it’s like he’s made up his mind already. His grip on your head tightens, but you notice the strain in his expression, his face caught somewhere between pleasure and something heavier, like he’s fighting off his own thoughts.

“Mouth always feels so fuckin’ good, baby.” His breath is ragged, the quiet tension in the room thick as you look up at him, noticing the sweat on his thick neck, though it’s mostly just water. You look over slightly to the shower that’s still running.

Those damn water bills must be high.

The way his Adam’s apple moves with each breath. And worst of all, his chain that swings ever so slightly with every thrust of his hips.

What a man. You think.

Jungkook’s movements become more urgent, and you feel a deep sense of vulnerability as he looks down at you, his tip is constantly hitting the back of your throat and the tears from the gagging that you’ve been trying your hardest to push away flow freely now.

His gaze is intense, but also distant in a way. Noticing the mascara that’s running down your face, he gently reaches up to wipe it away, a tender gesture that makes your chest tighten.

His eyes linger on your face, and he thinks you’re the prettiest thing he’s ever seen. How could he be hurting you?

And he’s mad about it.

So fucking mad, that it leads him to thrust in fully. Your nose pressed against his soft, trimmed pubes, cock tucked into your throat.

“Take it.” His grip around your hair tightens when you try to move back, your head pressing against the tiles, his pace snapping into something unforgiving. “You can handle it.”

Your tongue is flat against the underside of his dick, it fucks into you like butter. And you let him push in deeper, harder, making gargling noises around the length of it.

“Tap my leg if- Ffuck- if it gets too much, okay?” The tenderness is back, but you can only manage a barely-there nod when-

He jackhammers your fucking throat.

He really gets in there. Stopping his thrusts and just using his hand that hasn’t stopped gripping your hair like a damn vice to control your head, in, out, in, out.

The tears spill out of your eyes. The occasional grunt and “Fuck.” From Jungkook above spur you on more, until-

“Shit…” He spills into your mouth, curses and moans spilling out of his own. You keep going, sucking his cum out. It doesn’t taste like much, only the slightest hint of salt. But his cum is mostly warm, warmer than the water still cascading down his body and dripping onto yours, it runs down your throat, and you swallow as best as you can with his whole dick inside. He thrusts further, as if there was anymore space to do so, your nose pressed and twisting with the pressure he puts on your head to his pubic bone.

You barely have a moment to recover before he pulls you up, knees numb and slightly red from being on the floor for so long. You grin at him, ready to tease him with a cocky remark about making him cum in less than five minutes.

But jungkook has different ideas, turning you around with one hand around his cock, cutting off the circulation from his cock to keep it hard, “Hands here,” he orders, facing you towards the glass, voice thick, husky.

You turn your head, desperate for a kiss, and he looks like he’s about to reject you to tease, but he always gives in when it comes to you. And quickly kisses your puckered lips, letting out a soft laugh.

But that softness is gone when you feel his tip teasing your folds, His lips curl into a grin against yours before, suddenly, he pulls away.

You blink, dazed, as he steps out of the shower, water dripping from his skin, his movements unhurried, deliberate. And then you notice something that makes you smile.

Jungkook has the cutest, plumpest little butt. It’s an observation that catches you off guard, but you can’t help the soft giggle that escapes as you watch him walk over to the sink counter, dripping water everywhere, completely shameless in his search for a condom.

He turns back, brows raised. “What?”

Still grinning, you let your hands rest lightly on his ass cheek before giving a playful light smack, voice warm with amusement. “Damn, sir.”

He laughs at that, until-

"Turn around," he commands.

This man is such a contradiction.

You do, pressing your hands against the cool shower tiles as he moves behind you, his warmth a stark contrast to the misty air. His fingers skim down your sides, tracing slow, deliberate paths before settling at your ass and giving it a smack- just like you did.

His voice is low, rough with want. “Stay just like that.”

When he finally pushes into you after putting on the condom and sliding the shower door closed, a quiet gasp leaves your lips, your body instinctively molding to his. His grip tightens against the wet tile, steadying you, grounding you. For a moment, neither of you move—just breathing, just feeling.

“Okay?” he breathes, clearly trying his hardest to let you adjust, his voice softer now, a thread of something unspoken laced in the question.

You nod, exhaling a quiet “Yeah.”

When he doesn’t move, you let out a frustrated sigh, pushing your hips back in silent plea—only for him to pull away at the last second. A quiet laugh leaves him, low and teasing, as his hands roam over your curves, coaxing you to bend just a little further.

At this point you’re touching your damn toes.

“Beg for it,” he murmurs, his fingers tracing slow, deliberate patterns along your spine.

Your breath stutters, your body already trembling with need. When you glance back at him, strands of wet hair clinging to your flushed face, your voice comes out barely above a whisper.

“Please, Jungkook… I- need you.”

He seems satisfied, so much so that, without warning, he grabs your hips and pulls you back onto him in one smooth, fluid motion. A sharp gasp leaves your lips, your body instinctively molding to his as he fills you completely.

A low “Fuck,” grumbles from him as he leans down, his teeth grazing your neck before soothing the bite with his lips. His hands wander, tracing every curve of your back, fingers brushing over your skin with need before rolling over your breasts. A sharp gasp escapes you when he pinches at your sensitive nipples, sending a shiver down your spine.

The pace quickens, his hips meeting yours in a rhythm that has your breath hitching, your body melting into his. But the strain of holding yourself up in the position starts to creep in, the ache settling into your limbs. Jungkook notices instantly. Without a word, he slows, pulling out just long enough to spin you around, his touch firm yet careful.

Before you can catch your breath, he lifts you effortlessly, strong arms locking beneath your knees as he presses you against the cool tile of the shower wall. Your breath catches, legs tightening around his waist on instinct. His lips find yours—deep, slow, lingering—before trailing down the column of your neck.

And then he’s inside you again, the stretch just as intoxicating as before, but this time, there’s nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. Just him, holding you close, moving in sync like he never wants to let go.

Your tits bounce with each powerful stroke, the water streaming down your bodies.

"Look at me," he demands, forcing you to meet his gaze. His eyes are wild with lust as he pounds into you, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix. He reaches down, spitting before rubbing your clit in rough circles.

You throw your head back against the tiles, lost in the sensation of his cock and fingers. Your legs tremble as he hits your G-spot, bringing you closer to the edge.

"Cum on it, baby," he growls, his hips snapping forward. You scream as your orgasm crashes over you, your walls clamping down on his length. He continues to thrust through it, chasing his own release.

He pulls out, but he doesn’t let go of you. Instead, he eases you down onto the cool floor, his touch steady despite the urgency in his movements. The contrast of warmth and chill against your bare skin sends a shiver through you, but then he’s kneeling between your legs, spreading you open with deliberate care.

His fingers find you again, slipping inside with ease, his thumb pressing against your swollen clit. You jolt at the overstimulation, your body still trembling from the last high. But Jungkook isn’t done with you. His lips find your shoulder, his teeth scraping along the damp skin as his pace quickens.

“Give me another,” he murmurs, the word more like a command, you barely have time to brace yourself before the pleasure hits, this time sharper, more intense. It crashes over you in waves, your back arching, a strangled cry escaping your lips as the release takes hold-

You fucking squirt.

This man just made you squirt.

Jungkook stills for a split second—stunned, mesmerized—before a low, guttural groan leaves him. His hands grip your thighs, his breath coming out harsh as he watches the aftermath of what he’s just done to you. He doesn’t stop, coaxing more liquid from you, his touch relentless until you’re squirming beneath him, gasping his name in a desperate plea.

And then he just can’t help it, lining himself up quickly, his cock pressing into you, his mouth capturing yours in a deep, breathless kiss as he pushes inside, chasing that same desperation that has him completely undone.

Jungkook buries himself inside you in one forceful motion, his pace relentless from the start. Your hand instinctively presses against his lower abdomen, a silent plea for mercy—but he doesn’t grant it.

Instead, he grabs your wrist, pinning both of your hands above your head, his grip firm as he leans in, his breath hot against your skin. His body crowds over you, leaving no space between you, forcing your gaze to meet his.

“Eyes on me,” he demands, his voice rough, edged with something desperate.

His thrusts slow, deepening, dragging every sensation out until you’re trembling beneath him. “Who makes you feel like this?”

Your lips part, but nothing comes out.

“Speak,” he grunts, his dark eyes flickering with something unreadable when you shy away, cheeks burning.

When you don’t answer, he exhales sharply, jaw clenching before he snaps his hips forward, faster, rougher, forcing the answer out of you. “You won’t talk?” His voice dips lower, a growl in your ear. “Then I will.”

Each word is punctuated with another thrust, his hands tightening around yours.

“No one—” he groans, eyes locked onto yours, the weight of his words pressing into you as deeply as he does. “No one will ever make you feel like this.”

“No one will ever get you this fucking wet.”

His voice is low, strained, as if the thought alone drives him insane.

“Jungkook—please—” Your voice breaks into a cry when he angles his hips just right, hitting that spot that sends shockwaves through you.

He groans, dropping his forehead to yours. “No one will ever—fuck—hit that spot. My spot.”

Letting go of your wrists, his hand slides down, wrapping around your throat—not tight, just enough for you to feel the weight of his presence, the control he refuses to let slip. You gasp, a moan spilling out before you can stop it.

“Now tell me.”

Your lips part, but nothing comes out.

“Tell me.” His thrusts stop completely, leaving you desperate, aching, hovering on the edge.

“I—” You swallow, the heat in his gaze making it impossible to look away. “It’s you, Jungkook—fuck—you always make me feel like this. Always make me feel so fucking good.”

His smirk is slow, dark, satisfied.

“Good,” And then he’s moving again, faster, deeper, making sure you never forget it.

After three particularly deep thrusts that leave you gasping, he suddenly pulls out, his grip firm as he shifts you away from the shower wall. Then, without a word, he leans back against the glass, legs spread, chest rising and falling with ragged breaths.

“Ride it,” he rasps, voice thick with need. “Like you fucking mean it.”

Your knees feel weak, but you straddle him anyway, pulse hammering as you take in the way he looks—hair soaked, jaw clenched, abs glistening under the water, waiting for you with confidence. He tilts his head, watching you with a dark, expectant smirk.

“And don’t disappoint me.”

You sink down slowly, but his impatience gets the best of him. He pulls your hips down firmly, and you gasp, your face instinctively burying into his neck as you try to steady yourself. The weight of his breath on your skin heightens the moment.

“Like that…” he breathes, voice strained.

You respond, moving more urgently, caught up in the heat between you, eager to give him everything he’s asking for, every part of you desperate to feel him deeper.

You whine softly, lifting your head to watch him, his face scrunched cutely in concentration. As soon as your eyes meet, the tension between you heightens, raw and desperate. When your movements hit that familiar spot, you gasp, your head falling back, overwhelmed. His hands find your waist, guiding you, encouraging your every movement.

The sounds of the shower, mixed with soft grunts and the rush of water, fill the space. Then, in a swift motion, Jungkook reaches over to the showerhead. You don’t see it, but you feel the change — the cold metal against your skin as he adjusts it and presses the thrashing water against your poor little clit.

“Fuck!” You cry out, your movements momentarily stopping, as the sensation overwhelms you.

“Move,” he commands in a low growl, urging you to continue as his grip tightens, his desperation clear, pushing you both to the edge.

You force yourself to move, following his encouragement, but you can feel his restraint — his teeth gritted, holding back, as the rush of water continues to hit you. You adjust your pace, slow and deliberate, as the heat builds between you both.

His lips trail over your skin, sucking your nipples and practically anything he can get his lips on, and it becomes overwhelming. The sensation is too much, and before you can stop it, the wave of pleasure takes over. You stop your thrusts and sink down fully on his cock, “Nggghgh- Fuck Fuck Fuck!” feeling how his whole length fills you up, and he groans as your body responds, tightening around him.

In that moment, the showerhead slips from his grasp, falling to the floor as the world around you fades into the rush of emotions and the overwhelming connection between you both.

He presses his lips to your forehead as you gasp, your body trembling beneath his touch. You let out a soft whine from overstimulation from the sheer amount of times Jungkook has made you cum tonight, and he reacts quickly, gently pulling away before turning you around.

His chest presses against your back, and you feel the weight of him behind you, “I’ll be quick,” he reassures with a kiss to your temple.

With his feet planted firmly against the floor, he thrusts upward, cock pounding in, balls slapping against your…other hole. His movements relentless. You can hear the sounds of his moans, fast and heavy, as he pushes himself closer to the edge.

You let out a gasp, and despite the overwhelming rush, he’s focused, consumed by his own need. He holds you firmly, both arms around your waist, his breath hot against your ear. “Take it,” he murmurs, the words filled with urgency.

"Fuck," Jungkook grunts in your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine.

"Taking it so well." He starts thrusting harder, his hips slamming against your ass with each forceful drive inside you. "Your pussy belongs to me now. I'm going to use it however I want, whenever I want."

The dirty talk combined with the intense stimulation has you spiraling closer to the edge, your moans growing louder and more desperate. But Jungkook isn't ready to let you come again yet. He wants to watch you fall apart first.

Suddenly, he pulls out with urgency, your slick walls clenching around nothing. Your ass hits the cold, wet floor with a loud thud as he withdraws, the sensation jolting you out of your haze of pleasure. But before you can even register being pissed at him for stopping, he reaches down and rips the condom off his throbbing cock.

Jungkook starts fisting himself rapidly, his tatted arm flexing as he chases his release. With a low groan, he tilts his hips up and aims his cock at your face. Hot ropes of cum shoot out, coating your features - your lips, cheeks, nose, even your eyes. You can't help but gasp at the intensity of it, overwhelmed by the sight and smell of him marking you like this.

But Jungkook isn't done yet. Still sensitive from coming so hard, he pushes the tip of his cock against your soft, plush lips. "Open," he commands gruffly. As you part your lips, he smears his sticky cum all over them before pushing inside your mouth to deposit the rest on your tongue. "Clean me up,”

You dutifully suck him clean, hollowing your cheeks to draw out every last drop. Once he's satisfied, Jungkook lets out a shuddering sigh and gently caresses your face. "Beautiful," he murmurs admiringly.

Spent from his powerful orgasm, Jungkook helps you up from your knees, rests against you as you both catch your breath. You nuzzle your face against his softening cock, your only response a contented mewl.

When it’s over, the only sound in the room is the dripping of water and the jagged rhythm of your breaths.

Jungkook presses his forehead against yours, a lazy, satisfied grin tugging at his lips.

“Still tired?”

You would shove him if you could move.

——

After showering, you both move through his night routine effortlessly, like this is something you’ve done a hundred times before.

And maybe you have. Maybe not in this exact way, but the way he lets you exist in his space—undisturbed, welcomed, wanted—it’s enough to make your chest ache.

You open his bathroom drawer, reaching for his toothpaste, when—

You pause.

Your toothbrush is still there.

Tucked neatly in the corner, exactly where you left it the last time.

A quiet, warm feeling spreads through your chest.

You bite your lip, smiling down at it like an idiot.

Jungkook, already slathering on his absurdly expensive moisturizer, catches your expression in the mirror.

“What?” he asks, brow raised.

You look at him, giddy for no reason. “You kept my toothbrush?”

He blinks. Looks at the drawer. Then at you.

“Yeah?” His voice is flat, like he doesn’t get why this is a big deal. “I wasn’t gonna throw it away.”

You just stare at him.

And then—God, you wanna kiss him.

Jungkook notices. Because, of course, he does.

His lips curl into a smirk, but instead of teasing, he just grabs his serum.

“C’mere, baby.”

You blink. “What?”

He gestures you over, unscrewing the cap. “I know you wanna steal my skincare, might as well let me do it for you.”

Your heart squeezes.

The last time you were here, you made a throwaway comment about how one day, you were gonna steal all his expensive skincare.

And he remembered.

You let him tilt your chin up, his hands gentle as he works the product into your skin. His fingers move slow, precise, careful. He explains what each product does, but you stop listening.

Because you’re tired.

And you’re warm.

And you feel so fucking safe right now.

Jungkook notices.

Halfway through his sentence, he catches the way your blinks get slower, the way you sway slightly.

So he just—stops talking.

And takes care of you instead.

Quietly, effortlessly.

He dresses you in the hoodie you came in, slipping you into it with soft, careful hands. Leaves you just in your panties, because he guessed you like to sleep that way.

Then, he strips down to his briefs, scoops you up into his arms like you weigh nothing, and carries you to bed.

You instinctively nuzzle into his chest, body molding to him without thinking.

Jungkook laughs under his breath, setting you down, tucking the blanket over you.

Within seconds, you’re out.

And he—

He just lays there. Watching you. Thinking.

His heart is so fucking full, but so goddamn heavy.

You don’t know.

You don’t know he’s leaving in three weeks. That every time he touches you, every time he kisses you, teases you, makes you laugh, holds you like this—he’s counting down the days.

And he’s had enough of it.

Enough of lying, hiding, hurting you without you even knowing.

So he promises himself, right then and there—

Tomorrow.

Tomorrow, he’ll tell you.

For now, he just pulls you closer, presses his lips to your hair, and lets himself fall asleep next to you.

Like he’ll get to do it forever.

[icingred]

Tell us more about reverse au licorice cookie, please

Let's do a few more at once lol

Cookies of Freedom | Reverse AU

Licorice Cookie

As a cookie who studied in Parfaedia before its collapse, Licorice became one of the really successful of the group. Whenever there's trouble or help needed, don't hesitate to call for him.

His calm, understanding nature makes him a great comrade, even under pressure. Licorice can get very cautious, with many questions in mind. He is the one who thinks the most through his team.

His mind is free from what others think about him. Licorice knows his limits and doesn't need others' approval. This free mindset keeps him happy and tranquil.

Pomegranate Cookie

Most friendliest, most energetic friend you'll find. A cookie who follows her heart. She tries to keep her friends out of trouble as much as possible, however she is the one who ends up going into some herself. Pomegranate sees greatness in everyone and wants them to be themselves. Her spark will help others to take the best out of them. Fate is just a word to her.

When White Lily Cookie isn't around, Pomegranate will be glad to take the lead and keep the morale high even in toughest of times.

Dark Choco Cookie

Once a prince from the oppressive Dark Cacao Kingdom,

He says his father's atrocities against civilians disgust him, leading him to join the cookies of Freedom and wishing to take down his regime. No opportunity to give hugs will be lost from him, as a social and bright man he is.

He does have some dark jokes here and there, but there wasn't any physical harm for now. Though Dark Choco Cookie isn't trusted by all members, some still believe he is truly redeemable, and mustn't be hated simply for having an evil father. No matter the situation, Dark Choco Cookie will always be there to protect his friends, right?

Poison Mushroom Cookie

A quick, but grumpy little fellow. Poison Mushroom will scold you for going anywhere near their shroomies. They won't bother sharing. You'll need a lot of convincing to use the mushrooms for ambush or attack. No matter how hard you try to hide something from them, they will always, somehow find out. Poison Mushroom won't hesitate to point out flaws or call cookies out. Friends? Do they consider the group their friends? Probably not. But whatever it is, they will remain company with the rest. It's better than being left out in that dangerous world.

[vinelark]

Hi! I love you, your blog (wifeposting supremacy) and your writing and I hope you are doing well. I was rereading bbts, as one does, and I was wondering if you'd read fics where Tim also calls for Kon the way one would Supes? I don't know if it's a proper trope or not but I need to see it more... anyway, no worries if not and sending lots of love :)

thank you! wifeposting supremacy indeed! i’ve been slacking on my posting this month because fifteen thousand different things have been going on, but at least some of those have been good wife things. earlier today i noticed she added my last name to one of her social media accounts and i had to just collapse into the pile of clean laundry i was folding and stare at the ceiling being gay about that for like ten minutes. yes we’ve been married over a year yes i was still like “omg that’s my wife.”

and re: fics where tim calls for kon: yes for sure! i also adore it, to no surprise. i know there are way more than i have listed here, but these are ones i thought of off the top of my head:

Orientation by @smilebackwards, which is probably one of the first iterations of this trope that i read, and the moment tim shouts for kon never fails to delight me every time i reread it.

Wing Beats in Reverse by firefright, a reverse robins au with (excellent) jason pov, so timkon are technically background—but they’re still absolutely gut-wrenching, especially when the fic employs this specific trope.

speaking of reverse robins, i always love to rec Detours by miyaji_08, which has both identity shenanigans and tim (quietly) calling for kon in the middle of a Real Tense Situation.

Sore Loser by @hayleyhearts is (as always with this author) sharp and funny and a bit angsty and def has Tim calling Kon for a rescue, with a little twist that matches the rest of the story.

and i for sure have to include leap of faith by @funkylittlebidiot, which 1) is a fun and fast-paced oneshot centered around tim calling for kon, and 2) is the reason bbts has “(See the end of the work for other works inspired by this one.)” which is such an honor to have on my fic.

and a bonus one where tim can’t call for help, but it’s okay because kon shows up anyway: midnight sun by @mamawasatesttube, which has both brilliant + kickass ttk usage and also tim saying “eep!”

[hakusins]

cw // stalking

DOL x SCP AU

KyLar ver. 1.0.0 - SCP- 1471 (EUCLID)

'Never settle for those awkward feelings of being alone ever again! KyLar is an exciting and interactive experience that will keep you engaged and intrigued! The anxiety of social situations can be nerve-wracking but after a few hours of KyLar, you will soon forget about all those painful emotions of disappointment! Remember, the more you participate, the more KyLar will engage with you! Your experience is completely up to you!'

SCP-1471 or also known as 'KyLar' is a free to download application for mobile devices made available on several well known online applications platforms including but are not limited to: Google Play and the Apple App Store. SCP-1471 has no listed developer and has the anomalous ability to not only bypass all approval process to be listed on the online application platforms but also can not be removed by any program removal application.

Once SCP-1471 is installed in a phone, it will begin to send pictures to the user through text messaging between every 3-6 hours. All pictures will contain some detail of SCP-1471-A, either located in the foreground or background. On the first day, the pictures containing SCP-1471-A would be taken in places that are usually frequented by users in the past. However, after 48 hours, the pictures sent containing SCP-1471-A would be taken in places that were recently visited by the user. After 72 hours, the pictures sent containing SCP-1471-A would be taken of the user in real time, with shots of SCP-1471-A standing in the foreground, background or even behind the user at times. Users who have been exposed to SCP-1471 for more than 90 hours will begin to visualize or see SCP-1471-A in their peripheral vision and reflective surfaces.

SCP-1471-A has been described to be a short human male with pale skin, sunken eyes with dark eye bags and a mop of black messy unkempt hair. SCP-1471-A is always seen wearing very loose gray trousers and an oversized black hoodie. In some instances, SCP-1471-A would appear in some pictures holding a knife in one hand and some users have reported that the longer they take to respond to SCP-1471-A's pictures, he will look far more hostile and crazed in the next pictures. However, it is unclear if continued delay in response to these text messages would lead to a hostile encounter with the anomalous entity. So far, affected users, who have continued exposure to SCP-1471, had begun visualizing SCP-1471-A in real life, where SCP-1471-A would try to visually communicate with them in some way. However, all reported users have failed to understand or comprehend the meaning of these attempts.

The only way to reverse the anomalous effects that is occurring to the users will be to remove the users from the continuous exposure of the images completely before 90 hours have passed.

[heideez]

tidbits/headcanons from my relativity falls au + fic “one of those questions with no real answer”

Stan and Ford feed off of each other’s emotions and reactions, like, a LOT. Especially Ford. He learns emotions from Stanley, learns mannerisms from Stanley, and understands social norms from him, because Stan is the only constant in his life, and is typically always with him. So if Stan starts to cry, esp if it’s over something irrational, Mabel and Dipper start to panic a lil because they know Ford’s probably going to start crying too and that’ll just make things worse 😭😭😭

Ford and Stan had a few-month period where they drifted before they left Jersey, because the abuse was worsening for Stan, and Ford was being intentionally kept in the dark about it, as well as being pushed extremely hard in school, but after The Incident (tm) that leads them to Gravity Falls, they come back together + are closer than ever esp after summer.

Grauntie Mae has put in a lot of work to reverse teachings of toxic masculinity and the boys have been quite receptive (esp considering they’re both queer + nd and didn’t resonate much with that in the first place)

Stanley had a bit of a Wendy situation with Dan Corduroy over the summer, but it turned into a big-brother thing wayyy before Dipper’s crush did, mostly a means of helping Stan come to terms with his bisexuality (though he’s still only told Ford)

Stan can read (not well), but could not at all until far later than most due to his untreated learning disabilities. Ford is not the most skilled teacher because of his unique intellect being kinda difficult to translate (except to Stan, but yk, academically there’s still a barrier) but he taught Stan how to read pretty much single-handedly.

Grauntie Mae asked Stan if he’d be interested in getting braces, bc his front teeth have a gap but are otherwise in alignment. Stan declines, at least for the time being, because he likes the look (and maaaaybe, just a little bit, doesn’t want to be a burden)

Fiddleford comes from a very religious, bible-thumping community and has a family that is only slightly more moderate (why they moved). His parents do not support LGBTQ+ people. He is gaygayGAY, like never even looked at a woman, and he knows it’s only a matter of time before they start to ask…

Ford regularly turns to the poster of Nikolai Tesla on his wall in the attic and does the Jason from the Good Place thing (“oh ariana, we’re really in it now…”)

that’s all for now!!!

[zephyrrhiesfyrian]

Whelp. Congratulations Emmet and Elesa, ypu have found out through social media you're now an uncle and aunt. Good luck with the posionous anklebiters and the feral chosen one.

I suggest stocking up on pecha berries and sweets. The way to your nephews/nieces hearts are through their stomachs.

Also Emmet, don't fight Akari. She reverse adopted your soggy wet cat of a brother so please stop threatening her over social media. Akari, stop antagonizing your new uncle, he's worried about his missing brother. Ingo can scruff the both of you.

Elesa, thank you for being the only rational person and not having beef with a teenager who's flying by the seat of her pants in a dangerous situation.

And Ingo. Your twunkness doesn't make up for your lovable patheticness.

THE POISONOUS ANKLEBITERS

Your ask shall be distributed to the relevant parties (please keep your hands and feet inside the car at all times, and please note that this response only takes into account the canon falling under the category of Social Media AU)

joltikmas: the what joltikmas: get out of my dms??????

gym-leader-elesa: So far all I've been doing is damage control after SOME idiot decided to act stupid and threaten a child. 🙄 gym-leader-elesa: leave the food to me. Emmet is not allowed near the kitchen anymore LOL

joltikmas: r u a fan of that blog postin abt ingo??? DID SHE SEND YOU??? joltikmas: i cant "harass" her anymore anyway bc she blocked me >:|

stuck-in-the-past: WAIT IS JOLTIKMAS THE EMMET GUY PPL ARE TELLING ME ABOUT??? INGO'S BROTHER??? stuck-in-the-past: i blocked him bc i thought he was just a hater 😭😭😭

gym-leader-elesa: it's really unfortunate that I have to be the adult in this family these days

stuck-in-the-past: i told ingo that the ppl in my phone said his twunkness doesnt make up for his lovable patheticness and he looked at me like i was insane stuck-in-the-past: i have chosen to interpret his expression into the common tongue of tumblr as "miss akari, none of these words are in the bible"

Thank you for using the Arceus Inter-Dimensional Communication Program!

[loservillepopulationtwo]

MAGIC KAITO/DCMK - basic lvl au - wings - humor

Soul animal tie au - an offshoot of soul wings

everyone has a soul animal that represents them and get a part of their animal

they can summon that part at will or hide it away, but while hiding it away its still part of you and on your body as a mark/tattoo

for clarity purposes if your animal is so ambiguous you don’t know what it is or what you gain from it it’s also very hard to turn it off or see the mark/tattoo at all which makes it even harder to find out what it is

those with very obvious animal ties (eg. gain a whole new outward limb) have the reverse where they are basically forced to be very attuned

parts can range from yes soul wings, to catboys having cat ears, to magic soul exoskeleton, to see in the dark eyes

start out as a normal human but in childhood the signs come in slowly and then BAM (usually around 6 years old bc of lack of control)

people learn skills to control their soul animal ties young- the better control the faster you can switch and not accidentally bump into someone

some are super inconvenient for daily life eg: ACCURATE FOR HUMAN FLYING WING SPAN! so yeah some people by necessity tend to hide theirs so its not an uncommon sight to see people with and without visible soul animal ties

but if you go for long periods of time forcefully shoving your soul animal ties away it is bad for you

the less obvious part of the ties is that peoples personalities/instincts also gain animalistic qualities of their soul animal

the instincts are strong as children before the ties become obvious and they can be reigned in

sometimes people get TOO into their animal instincts. this is for comedy purposes. mostly.

soul animal ties also require upkeep like every other part of your body

Kaito - Dove soul wings. obviously

doves bc magician. i cannot tell you how basic this au is lmaooo

he tends to hide them in daily life because his wing span is gigantic because he can actually fly

when out his wings are additional 40% of his body weight (he needs to stretch as soon as he gets back from school before letting his wings free to make sure he doesn’t tear anything) (tore his back muscles a couple times as a kid) (first time he got his wings were so painful and his parents had him learn control really quickly and do a lot of physical therapy to adjust to his new limbs) (turns out doing a hand stand without wings and with wings is so different!! balance is all changed!)(at first just kept

his wings length are double his height

his bones are also lighter because of the flying bird thing but he doesnt notice

still uses glider as Kid because he doesn’t want it to be connected to his irl! besides no visible qualities help sell the illusion! annoying to hide his giant wing tattoos on his back in disguises tho (its annoying to fly over forests and shrubbery anyways open fields and large bodies of water for flying is optimal anyways)

his dad used to call him his little assistant and kaito would be his little dove in his performances it was ADORABLE

his birb instincts came in fast and hard

iff too in instincts he struggles to see glass? this is purely bc mk is a comedy and we need more comedy

imagine KID having to reveal his wings in a tense situation to not die

his KID coat is altered- actually all of his clothes are altered with slits so he can easily slip his wings through them if needed

kaitos instincts always liked his fellow doves as part of the flock but got so absurd levels after his dad died and mom left for america

he is very intune with his animal instincts due to his social network being 15 doves and also the nakamoris

sometimes his instincts surrounded by flock for long periods of time make him think of himself as a big bird and then he walks directly into a glass plane

this is a rare phenomenon because their soul tie needs to be 1)social 2)no humans around (which by that point already would be setting off instincts itself) (esp if child like imagine distressed baby animal sounds instinctively happening) and 3)around their soul animal’s animal enough to completely become entrenched

kaitos mental health is Not Good and he is the only one unaware of this even his doves worried about their big legged dove

gets depressed when fully alone

house was built to accommodate for his wings (along with Kid room) and roof has a landing area for him as a result (yes hakuba tries so hard to find evidence there lmao)

squawks when offended

his wings also need pokerface lmao

Shinichi/Conan - hawk - got the eyes!

He’s a detective gotta be keen at observing

this guy sees a dead body and his soul tie is going wildddd (he gets more into his insticts as well as a result)

Shinichi likes his soul animal tie for its usefulness lmao - also why he cant leave anything alone every- he can see all the things going on

everyone is so concerned seeing a six year old so controlled over their soul tie and just insant activation around crimes lmao

sonoko chalks the fact that both kudo and conan have these eyes as their soul tie is that theyre both detectives. classic detectives thing really

conan has such a high pitched squeal bc of this its hysterical

his eyes being super observant makes his conan glasses super funny actually

bro can see UV light

baby shinichi, in school, nitpicking colours because he got more cones cells: no i want light brown for my sherlock holmes diagram! thats dark purple!

his conan glasses gonna be like reverse sunglasses or smthing- its not uncommon for those with sense changing soul ties to have medical stuff (hawks cant see well in the dark lmaoooo)

kept climbing trees obsessively for a better view as a kid before his trait became obvious and then started doing it again as conan bc he got tired of being short and would just climb high up on anything Ran is very done

doesnt tend to get too into his own instincts because hes too logical for that (or at least he thinks that ran objects and says theres so many times he gets into his head just doesnt notice bc he only thinks of logic)

dives upon prey metaphorically

fun fact! hawks eat doves

(kaito breaks into a cold sweat and feels prey instincts activate when conan ‘Kid Killer’ is staring at him with mischievous detective intent lmao)(of course this does nothing to deter the annoying theif)(for the record most people don’t feel such things otherwise thered be like zootopia racism kaito is just more bird than person)

also fun fact! hawks only have one mate their entire life

Haibara - snake - poison gland :3

her soul animal tie is the reason she survived the apoxtitocyn idk how to spell

its so invisible she did not know what her soul tie was for a long time

she thought maybe she just didnt get one it would fit someone without a nest

turns out she did! only finds out after shes haibara with the prof

her pysche is in shambles

she gets cold easily it startled ayumi and ayumi forces her to wear gloves and hold her hand in winter

if she only survived because of her soul tie then… what the fuck is up with kudo?

Rest of the detective boys

young enough where its not obvious yet and not knowing isnt weird but conan and haibara knowing theirs isn’t weird either

random assortment of uncontrolled instincts

conan and haibara balance them out

ayumi has clear pack bonding instincts. shes also insane.

genta clearly has an animal tie that requires more sustenance - hes a hungry growing boy! that much is clear so his teachers let him eat in class as an exception lmao- maybe it’s fish related!

mitsuhikos is not very obvious and he does not care he doesnt need one hes got science!! and studying!! hes a smart boy

out of all the detective boys genta is probably the closest to realizing/getting his soul tie soon

Ran - bear - she got bear hands get it? she fights with her bear hands (claws)

she scares me

strong

protective

fucking loves jam

gets so sleepy in the winter

she is medically excused from certain school activities in the winter due to her nature

ambush attacks people shinichi is no 1 victim for being annoying

she chuffs this isnt important but i need this to be known

never fuck with her - DONT POKE THE SLEEPING BEAR!!!! she is TERRIFYING when on her protective instincts she can rip a lamppost out of the ground to cave your head in if she wishes

the only one whose able to get away (alive) with poking the sleeping bear is shinichi

in tune with her instincts - not overly so where shes more animal than human sometimes like kaito - but she knows how she feels! better than everyone else at being balanced lmao

you ever seen those videos of people getting adrenaline rush and picking up a car to save a baby? shes like that on will basically because shes in tune

Sonoko - butterfly next question - fuzzy

cocoons at night also cacoons whenever she feels bad

does not come out of her cacoon when her period is bad fr (i do too sonoko </3)

she doesnt usually supress her trait bc it just like a natural jacket (butterfly fuzziness)

needs to spend time in the sun (some ppl think its vain its not its medical necessity)

cloudy winter day? so so cold

Shinichi will third wheel his girlfriend and Sonoko who are sharing a jacket and are super close whole walking bc sonoko is so cold and has fur so ran is there for the fur and sonoko is there for the warmth

Hakuba - White Horse - speedy boy? centaur? centaur hakuba? i dont fucking know centaur hakuba

he gives me horse girl vibes

he has to use horse shampoo and it makes his hair so soft and shiny and luscious that thats the whole reason hes popular

“have you seen his hair?!?”

something something white knight something something

keeps fuckig eating flowers someone stop him

Kaito, trying to distract him, saying something charming: *makes a rose appear* pour toi- EHHH??? QUOI???? ARRÊTE!!!! hakuba: *waiting the roses as they appear*

was obessed with mlp as a kid this isnt an au thing this is canon btw trust me

“its like finding a needle in a haystack- and i love haystacks!”

Heiji - ? - future sight

heiji has no idea what soul animal his tie is

but its really obvious his divination/future sight is from it

his specific soul tie is mentioned in mythos by dif names but the plot important one is cursed by apollo

Conan until meeting Heiji thought it was baloney lmao hes super invested into finding out heijis soul animal

ambiguous soul ties arent common but theyre not exactly uncommon either- a lot of places simply dont know what animal it could be

theres signs (from instincts) and in common era theres tests too but theyre not always conclusive

heiji doesnt care much what his soul tie is LMAO

Kazuha also has an ambiguous/invisible soul tie and they bonded over it as kids

Kazuha and Heiji are unaware that their instincts are both crazed and so match eachothers freak

they packbonded

Aoko - honey bager

i wont expand

Akako - crow - witches don’t get any limbs with that only instincts

she likes shiny things

she IS a bad omen

has an entire flock

witches gave up their soul tie to do sorcery with the great spirits many many moons ago

the tattoo/mark is there tho

akako thinks its dumb

Kaitos bad guys are a given

Snake - has snake scales as armour

Spider - has a exoskeleton

kaito thinks both are unfair and evil

Conans are less so

ima finish this later its 1 am this is my archive i can do what i want

[crow-aeris]

So i’ve been thinking (shocking, really) about the world building for my reverse robins wingfic.

ike, sure, it’s a little fic and ppl prolly won’t notice, but i just cant help but speculate.

in this au, everyone is born with wings unless afflicted with a certain illness, disease, or genetic defect that leaves you with no avian traits (which is the excuse the kents use).

but how would having wings influence the infrastructure? well, i’m glad you asked! cities are more compact because there isn’t really as big a need for transportation unless you’re an aves that’s just not built for long-distance travels like various passeriformes birds.

planes still exist, but they’re utilized by the avians who aren’t able to fly long distances. avians who have wings like albatrosses or terns or other soaring birds would probably require licenses to do their annual migrations and travels- same applies to regualr migritory species like ducks and geese- where the instinct remains despite not needing to migrate.

of course, with the constant migration through countries, i think there would be more mixing of races and ethnicities especially within the migratory bird communities, so there would probably be less overall hostilities.

now, there will still be discriminatory and hateful ideals, and some are shown in my fics. For example, Gotham’s elites are mostly made up of raptors and birds of prey like eagles, kites, kestrels, hawks, falcons, ospreys, owls, etc- birds who actively hunt down mammalian or lizards for prey (in the real world i mean), that is because of displays of powers. Scavengers like condors, vultures, buzzards, are regarded lower on the social ladder but not as low as perching birds and song birds simply because of their ability to have sustained flight.

like i mentioned briefly, songbirds and perching birds (passerines) are regarded lowly in general due to their “weak demeanor” and overall flashiness, which gives them the reputation of being only suitable to work in brothels and such regardless of gender (but especially dudes where the aves species exhibits sexual dimorphism, eg. cardinals, peacocks, golden pheasants, etc.)

there are definitely some exceptions, being corvids. some cultures have corvids as villans, whereas others may portray corvids as intelligent and charming.

now, we arrive to genetics. im still not 100% sure how i want the phenotype of an avian to be passed down. so far, it’s mainly just sons are the same aves as their fathers (like thomas wayne, bruce, and damian are all harpy eagles, but martha wayne was a kingfisher and talia is an imperial eagle), but im not sure abt daughters. genetics is messy, but i think i’ve managed to sertle on a 50/50 chance of being born either the same aves as their mother, or their paternal grandmother. like if damian had been born with xx instead of xy chromosomes, then he’d either have been an imperial eagle like talia, or a kingfisher like martha wayne. intersex people exist too, and i think their wings would be a blend between both their mother and father’s.

now for the the supers and the other metas:

as mentioned previously, the kents claim that their adopted son had a genetic disorder that basically prevented him from growing wings (or just left him in a state similar to humans before they were all “cursed” by a diety to have wings, or whatever. in the dcu, that probably woulnd’t even be too far fetched), so clark lacked a major social component to his childhood. without wings and a tail, others would have a harder time reading his emotions, seeing as these appendages are crucial in nonverbal communication between avians, and that gives clark a leg up in reading other people, but having them not understanding what he’s thinking.

now with jon and kon, they have two VERY different situations. for jon, since his paternal side is wings-free, i just gave him lois’s ave- western kingbird- instead of making him no-winged. kon, on the other hand was a test-tube baby, so it was a toss-up on whether he’d get lex luthor’s purple martin wings, or clark’s no-wings since they’re both guys. I think kon would’ve enjoyed wings, so i gave him the purple martin wings. Plus, they’re pretty much invulnerable, and their wings are no different.

diana and the other ppl from themyscira wouldn’t have wings since they aren’t human, and same applies to the other jl members who aren’t humans.

on a wholly separate note: the lazarus pits. here, not only does it give you white streaks in your hair, it’ll bleach out your feathers. so liek if a peacock was thrown into the pit, not only would they die and come back manic, their feathers would make them look like piebald, or have different markings or white ticking.

anyways, that’s the end of my long post, and i hope yall enjoyed listening to me speculate and talk about birds and my silly little guys!!

[thatrandomidiot182]

GUYYSSSS GUYSSSS HEAR ME OUT...

HOTD Scream au!

Aegon and Aemond are Ghostface, as that's the thought that started all of this...

Aegon would obviously be the Stu of the duo, treating it like a game and being overly enthusiastic and such. He'd get really frustrated with Aemond though for always being on his ass about being clean and careful, and I can see that causing problems for the duo in the future...

Anyway, Aemond would be Billy. Now, obviously, he's not as charming as Billy, but he's equally as conniving and has one hell of a poker face so I can see it. Despite him being the #1 suspect when it came out that the murderer was a student, because of his school shooter vibes, he somehow managed to talk his way around it.

Sweet little Helaena is the more relaxed, less social Tatum, who, although NOT dating her brother, is equally as close with him. Aegon treats her like one would a puppy, constantly doting on her and gushing about his cute baby sister.

Yeah, sister complex is real with that one.

Jace would be this au's version of Dewey, although he's not an officer, just the son of one (Harwin). Honestly, he's just a nosey high-school student who has far too much free time and unlimited access to the towns crime records. Once the Ghostface murders started happening he jumped on the chance to investigate and began snooping around the school, somehow not at all including his uncles in his list of suspects... (low-key stiles stilinski vibes)

Luke is Randy. Enough said lol. He's the one who convinced Jace to start looking into the case himself bc Harwin wouldn't listen to his horror movie nerd ramblings that he claimed were 'leads.'

Now, as for Sydney, I think the most fitting character for her would be Rhaena. Not only is she dating Luke (Corlys + Rhaenys, Vis and Daemon were all just super close friends, not actually related) which could cause a reverse Billy + Sydney and Randy situation, but she's also smart and a little youthfully naive, so she'd be more susceptible to believing Aemond and Aegons lies... I can see her being final girl.

Baela is Gale. It just makes sense. She's stubborn, strong, and badass and would absolutely work with Jace to uncover the Ghostface in order to post the story in the school newspaper and make her debut as a real reporter.

Just wanted to share my brainrot <3

[secriden]

Source: Perla x Peat

[wangxianficfinder]

In the mood for...

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1. Hola! Hope you are doing well!🧡🧡🧡

I have smut wangxian itmf need where:

(wwx is all soft and vulnerable while they are doing their everyday and someone peeks or comes in and lwj gets all overprotective and angry something like the thousand autumns in the end chapters where they're making out and someone interrupts them)

Thank you!

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2. Are there any fics where Wei Ying is a phoenix?

a thousand hills, no birds in flight | 千山鳥飛絕 by defractum (nyargles) (E, 26k, WangXian, Mythology, Canon-Typical Violence, Canon adjacent setting, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort)

🔒 Soaring through the skies - together Series by Vrishchika (E/T, 15k, WangXian, Dragon LWJ, Phoenix WWX, Fantasy, Explicit Sexual Content, Double Penetration, Oral Sex, First Time, Getting Together, Non-Human Genitalia, Genius WWX, Angst with a Happy Ending, POV LWJ)

🔒 Breathing Firestorm by ladyshadowdrake (M, 110k, wangxian, Angst, Fluff, Captivity, WRH is creepy, NO NON CON, Dream Sharing, people put in difficult situations and making the best choices that they can, Politics, Epic Length, mystical creature WWX, Canon Typical Violence, dark, Happy Ending)

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3. Hi! (＾▽＾) this is for ITMF!

any fics were people think WWX really gave birth to A-Yuan? like in Assumptions by draechaeli?

Have a great day! (＾▽＾)

I’ll buy you the moon (I’ll buy you two) by Thesaurus_with_no_words (E, 27k, WangXian, Science Fiction, Space, Rebels, Space Opera, On the Run, Promoted To Parent, Robots, Androids, Mechs, Battle Mechs, Hurt/Comfort, Technopathy, Willful and Deliberate Baby and Wife Acquisition, Porn With Plot, Mpreg) LWJ thinks A-Yuan is his and WWX's

🔒 Blooming in white by luckymoonly (T, 38k, wangxian, JYL/JZX, WQ/MM, LXC/NMJ, JC/NHS, Canon Divergence, Mpreg, Getting Together, Fluff and Angst, Happy Ending, hidden pregnancy, Mutual Pining, Drama, Misunderstandings, Everyone Lives AU, Miscommunication, WWX and NHS are BFF, matchmaker NHS, Fix-It)

the old-fashioned way by Anonymous (T, 1k, WangXian, Body Dysphoria, Gender Dysphoria, Mpreg, Trans MXY, body fluids, references to canon suicide, this is a funny crack ficlet, despite the rest of the tags, trans wwx, Post-Canon, Transphobia mentioned, Trans Male Character) is short but really funny, one of my favorites

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4. Hello! I've read quite some "Modern!Wei Wuxian meets Canon!Lan Wangji" fics, and I loved the idea so much, but now I'm wondering, is there any fics with same theme but reverse? Modern Lwj stumbling upon cultivation world or something? More recs for first one are also welcome 😁💖 @dream-xv-eater

Double Trouble by SirenAlpha (T, 25k, WangXian , Time Travel, Dimension Travel, Fix-It) has (modern AU) LWJ, WWX, and JC ending up in canon. including meeting the canon version of themselves

Echoes of Love by Witch_Nova221 (M, 212k, WangXian, Modern AU, Eventual Romance, Time Travel, Friends to Lovers, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fluff, university lecturer LWJ, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, Dark BSSR, Amnesia, Memory Loss, 1980s music, LWJ loves all things 80s, Oxford vs Cambridge, Boat Race, References to Torture, Murder, Blood and Injury, Implied Sexual Content, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Mystery) I've only just started this but it fits the prompt. Wwx has amnesia

take me back to a time by DizziDreams (T, 143k, WangXian, Modern AU, College/University, Modern with Magic, Time Travel, Sharing a Bed, Angst with a Happy Ending, Student!WWX, Time-Traveling Wizard!LWJ, Slow Burn, Character Death, Angstreference to abuse, Canonical Character Death, Canonical Abuse, Canon!LWJ, Canon-Typical Violence, Mutual Pining, Chronic Illness, Not A Fix-It, Case Fic, implied 3zun, Transmigration, America, [Podfic of] take me back to a time by dreamhazer) I've also got canon!LWJ ending up in a modern AU (with modern!wwx)

不忘 | Don't Forget by dragongirlG (E, 50k, WangXian, Modern AU, Canon Divergence, Time Travel, Reincarnation, Fix-It of Sorts, Identity Porn, Social Media, Reunions, Family, Angst with a Happy Ending, Light Bondage, References to Canon, Artist WWX, Sexual Content, Pining, POV Multiple, Additional Warnings In Author's Note) and canon!WWX ending up in a modern au (with modern... everybody else more or less)

🔒YEYE NONCONNED A TWINK?!?!?! (How Lan Wangji's Vent Account Became Twitter Famous) by Pancho (M, 7k, wangxian, time travel fix-it, post-first siege of burial mounds, violence, blood, dub con, implied/referenced character death, crack treated seriously, PTSD, happy ending) sort of, LWJ is immortal so they know each other already but WWX does meet his modern grandnephew (?) also named lwj

Wrong Turn, Right Place by diamondbruise (E, 71k, WangXian, Time Travel, kind of, it’s more reality travel but there’s modern wwx and cultivator lwj, Mutual Pining, Angst with a Happy Ending, Jealousy, Idiots in Love, Slow Burn, Misunderstandings, Cultural Differences) oops just realized you asked for modern lwj meets cultivator wwx and not the opposite lol sorry

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5. Itmf a fic where, u know how in *out of context SPOILER** 12 moons and a fortnight wwx has a big dress to impress treat yourself moment with nhs?**end spoiler** any fics with a similar vibe to that scene, where there's a big dress-up statement moment

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6. Itmf a fic that made you learn something new. Maybe it was a cool vocab word, or a character used an instrument you'd never heard of, or contained details about an unfamiliar skill set, or made you consider something in a new way, etc. Tell us what you learned! I read a fic where ghost wwx played the hurdy gurdy in cr to juniors (forgot title, help!) & now it's one of my fav instruments.

For the Love of Quilting by Scrippio (T, 5k, WangXian, Modern: No Powers, Quilt Shop AU, First Meeting, Getting Together, Fluff) this fic taught me a lot abt quilting !!

KILF (Knits I'd Like To Fuck in) by ScarlettStorm (E, 168k, wangxian, modern, sex work, fiber arts, 2nd in series) taught a lot about knitting along with giving me a bit of an interest in it

Gentle Exile by rynleaf (E, 9k, SL/LXC, Post-Canon, Canonical Character Death, Grief/Mourning, References to Depression, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst, All deaths in canon happen I'm SORRY, Character Study, Epistolary, Post-Canon Exploration, Podfic by flamingwell, semperfiona_podfic (semperfiona)) LanLan, not Wangxian, and maybe this wasn't what OP was asking about, but the writing style of this one is so creative in how it uses written structure and formatting that it made me have to get CRAZY inventive and learn a TON of new skills to figure out how to translate that to an audio medium when I was podficcing it!

Into the Depths by elytchaeke (T, 47k, WangXian, Modern AU, Cave Diving, Slow Burn, not that slow, Speluncaphobia, Claustrophobia, Descriptions of Corpses, Drowning, Minor Character Death, Minor Violence, Sharing Body Heat, The Inherent Eroticism of Wordless Communication, Corpse Handling) It taught me a lot about cave diving, specifically safety practices, exploration regulations, and (somewhat morbidly) the process for retrieving the body of anyone who attempted a dive and didn't make it back. The au is fun, putting wangxian into this specific field together

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7. intmf some preferably short, preferably cannon verse E rated fics with wangxians canon bedroom dynamics? @chellsky

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8. Looking for any and all hallmark aus for the holiday season. I'm not really picky about tropes. I love them all. I just want them to be overwhelmingly fluffy and sweet and remind me of the magic of Christmas or any other winter holiday. @leahlisabeth

Ornaments Under the Stars by trippednfell (M, 57k, wangxian, Modern, Inspired by Hallmark Christmas Movies, the wangxian Hallmark Movie AU no one asked for, plot and title were randomly generated, Kidfic, Disabled Character, debilitating injury as substitute for missing golden core, Additional Warnings In Author's Note, Angst with a Happy Ending, Guest starring Lan Zhan's sky blue coat, The Coat deserves its own tag, disordered eating habits - not a major plot point, WIP) is a great WIP

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9. any fic where instead of accepting the whipping LWJ just leaves the sect? @chellsky

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10. ITMF where there are multiple Wei Wuxian’s? Like duplicates/clones. I LOVE “🔒 worm moon” by serein and it got me thinking how fun two (or more!) Wei Wuxian’s could be. Imagine Lan Qiren having to deal with multiple Wei Wuxian’s running around Cloud Recesses and disrupting the peace lolol. Thank you for any recs you can give!

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11. Fics where Lan Sizhui is biologically wangxian’s??

you can have the best of me, baby by stiltonbasket (Not rated, 12k, wangxian, JYL & WWX & JC, LXC/NMJ, Canon Divergence, Pre-Relationship, or that one where wangxian are trapped in the xuanwu's cave and use dual cultivation to get out, Dual Cultivation, Accidental Baby Acquisition, Sunshot Campaign, Getting Together, a-yuan is wangxian's baby, Happy Ending, WIP)

🔒 If Wishes Were Donkeys by NightOwl1 (M, 101k, WIP, WangXian, SVSSS, Time Travel Fix-It, Case Fic, Mpreg, Fluff and Humor, Dysfunctional Jiāng Family, Bad Parent YZY, WangXian Get a Happy Ending,   Period-Typical Homophobia, Crossdressing, LWJ and WWX Have a Breeding Kink, It’s All The System’s Fault, Post-Canon, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, Warning: JGS, Good Uncle LQR, LWJ and WWX Are LSZ’s Parents, Inappropriate Humor, Family Feels)

my heart to your beat series by larkspur_9 (T, 21k, WangXian, Modern AU, Single Parent LWJ, Celebrity WWX, Trans Male Character, Trans LWJ, Fluff and Angst, (but mostly fluff), Kid Fic, WWX and LWJ are A-Yuan’s biological parents)

In which Lan Qiren eavesdrops and gets a new nephew (and grandnephew) out of it by h0peless_oblivion (M, 64k, wangxian, LQR & WWX, LQR & LWJ, Modern, High School AU, A/B/O, Alpha LWJ, Omega WWX, Mpreg, Teen Pregnancy, Shotgun Wedding, Good Uncle LQR, Madam Yu's A+ Parenting, WWX almost gets disowned for getting knocked up, But the Lans take him in, Fluff and Angst, Family Feels, Unspecified Setting, WWX Has ADHD, A-Yuan is Wangxian's son, Pregnant WWX, Humor, non-graphic birth, Family Drama, The Lans love wwx, Male Lactation, Mild Smut in later chapters, wangxian's canonical breeding kink, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, WIP)

🔒 Treats by Prince_kun (G, <1k, wangxian, LWJ & LSZ & WWX, Domestic Fluff, Trick or Treating, Child LSZ, Pregnant WWX, Short & Sweet, Soft wangxian, Family Feels, Mpreg, Wangxian Are LSZ's Parents, LSZ being the cutest thing ever in existence)

Lan Sizhui's forehead ribbon by I_have_a_fleet_of_ships (T, 1k, wangxian, LSZ & WWX, Married Wangxian, Established Wangxian, Wangxian Are LSZ's Parents, WWX is LSZ's Parent, Oblivious LWJ, Gūsū Lán Forehead Ribbon, Good Uncle LQR, Fluff, Light Angst, Post Mpreg, Post-Canon)

🔒🧡 Many Lan babies Series by LuckyMoonly (Varied, 396k, WIP, WangXian, Story collection, Mpreg, Pregnant WWX only, Family Fluff, Found Family, Kid fics)

OP can try the specific tag for LSZ being WX's kid in specific

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12. Itmf for fics like Linearly above by covalentbonds, I am really intrigued to see wangxian in their parents era😄

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13. Itmf where I really wanna see Wwx being manhandled possibly post guanyin temple events and lwj getting angry or getting protective 🩵🩵🩵🩵 Thank you!

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14. I know it's not really a trope in this fandom, but itmf any 'boys in chains' recs. if it's got a good scene where a wangxian individual is tied up, restrained, locked up, shackled, or otherwise restricted for excellent angst purposes, I'm bound to like it!

dew drops on petals by jalpari (E, 17k, WangXian, Canon Universe, Mythical Beings & Creatures, Bottom LWJ/Top WWX, Tentacle Monsters, WWX Has a Secret, LWJ Finds Out And is very into it, Getting Together) this involves lwj being restrained by a baddie & wwx rescuing him

To lurk, to lie in wait by trippednfell (M, 124k, WangXian, Modern with Magic, Huli Jing, strangers to co-parents to lovers, Strangers to Lovers, Dragons, Kid Fic, teenage juniors, background NieLan, Angst with a Happy Ending, Case Fic, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Hurt/Comfort, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Not Really Character Death, Fox Spirit WWX, Dragon LWJ, Blood and Injury, Additional Warnings In Author’s Note) WWX is placed in a containment array rather than more traditional bindings

Birthday Party by waffles_4_breakfast (E, 100k, WangXian, Graphic Depicitons of Violence, Fix-It, Canon Divergence, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Misunderstandings, Sharing a Bed, Angst with a Happy Ending, Getting Together, Mutual Pining, Canon-Typical Violence, Pining, Slow Burn, Poison, Torture, Requited Unrequited Love, First Time, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Rough Sex, Oral Sex, Come as Lube, Bondage, Dom/sub Undertones, Spit As Lube, Rimming, Consensual Non-Consent, Safe Sane and Consensual, Additional Warnings In Author's Note) WWX is shackled

the field meets the wood by astronicht (T, 7k, WangXian, BAMF WWX, slight whump, Ritualistic Self Harm, Canon Era, Tang Dynasty style, Blood Loss, Blood and Injury, salt economics, Post-Canon) LWJ is tied up

some good mistakes by Lise (T, 18k, WangXian, JC & WWX, Post-Canon, Road trips, rescue Missions, Hurt/Comfort, Awkward Conversations, Yunmeng Bros Reconciliation) mostly this is Jiang Cheng and LWJ forced to work together (to rescue WWX) and hating every minute, but WWX is tied up in a scene at the

a thousand hills, no birds in flight | 千山鳥飛絕 by defractum (nyargles) (E, 26k, WangXian, Mythology, Canon-Typical Violence, Canon adjacent setting, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort) (link in #2)

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15. Hi! ITMF soulmate aus? Not in the cultivation/zhiji sense, but in the fandom sense. Think red thread of fate, a clock counting down, not seeing color until you see them, leaving a colorful mark on first touch, having their words written on you, etc. I have perused the compilation list but I want more more more! Wangxian, Chengxian, Xichen/Mingjue, Mingjue/Wuxian, really anyone/anyone, canon or modern, angsty or fluffy, all is good! I am just really craving soulmate stuff right now. Thank you!!

Catching Your Reflection Passing By by Suspicious_Popsicle (T, 9k, wangxian, sort of but not quite a soulmate au, Magical Realism, Urban Fantasy, pov switching) I didn't tag it as a soulmate au bc it's technically closer to magical realism, but Catching Your Reflection Passing By has strong soulmate vibes

leading tone by silencemostofall (G, 32k, WangXian, Modern AU, Soulmates, with a lil twist, Eventual Happy Ending, Music, Orchestra, [Podfic] Leading Tone by silencemostofall by Beria1021)

the heartlines on our hands by occultings (microcomets) (E, 47k, wangxian, Soulmates AU, Angst with a Happy Ending, Mutual Pining, First Time, Canon Divergence, Canonical Character Death)

ashes by besanii (G, <1k, wangxian, Canonical Character Death, Canon Divergence, Angst, Soulmates AU, Hurt No Comfort)

First and Last by kat8cha (T, 3k, LXC/JGY, wangxian, Angst, Soulmates AU, Soulmate-Identifying Marks, NHS and LWJ are minor parts, Tragic Romance, Hurt No Comfort)

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16. I'm in the Mood for a fic where Wei Ying's parents' death wasn't a simple night hunt but planned or something of that nature. @iuocean

Wind Rose in the Clouds by PaidSubscription (E, 202k, wangxian, Slow Burn, Hurt/Comfort, Post-Canon, Canon Compliant, Getting Together, First Time, Eventual Smut, Fluff, POV Alternating, Literal Sleeping Together, Cuddling & Snuggling, Mystery, Good Kid LSZ, LJY for President, Chief Cultivator LWJ, Junior Quartet Dynamics, Inventor WWX, Explicit Consent, Communication, WWX Works Through His Trauma, LWJ Has a Cuddly Bedtime Agenda, And a Keep WWX Warm Agenda, Plot Twists About Canon Plot Holes, WWX's Parents' Deaths Were Not an Accident, Emotional Healing, Epic Fill-in-the-Canon-Blanks Adventure Mystery Plot But Wangxian Being in Love is the Main Course, Angst with a Happy Ending)

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17. I am in mood for A) fanfic where wangxian got separated by misunderstanding or broke up but later they will reunite.

B) Or where Wei Wuxian knows lan wangji loves him and it didn't change anything...like Wei Ying dies and reincarnated

17A)

Honesty is the Best Policy (Except if You’re an Asshole) by piecrust (E, 22k, WangXian, College AU, Porn with feelings, Angst)

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[ivyprism]

I know it's ask the swap papyruses but also like:

What is your different takes on each swap papyrus you've made so far? Are there stark differences or slight changes? How do you portray them?

I'm not 100% sure how to properly answer this. There are so many, so I'm gonna pick a handful.

Syrup: Grew up in the Underground, similar to Undertale but with reversed roles. Prankster, goofball, loving as hell, constantly worried about his stressed-out brother, enjoys puzzles and sweets, dislikes fatty food and drink.

Slick: Genuine mafia man, beloved by Kioko, very hot, very strong, very orphan. The guy has a huge body count, he's a flirt, plays around with people, likes pissing off his kidnappers, prankster, values his family, he's a good hacker, he can take a punch, and he's incredibly snarky.

Ceylon: Grew up in the Underground, following an Underswap neutral route, and survived a famine. Is still a joker, but he has a more morbid sense of humor now. He is a mother hen (ish), likes sweet foods, tolerates greasy stuff, and is a little nasty when we first meet, but he lightens up because he is really touch starved.

Farmswap: Lark grew up on the surface with a farm. Dude is a farmer who works hard but is prone to laziness. He is a joker, very powerful, has a nasty mouth, may be easily irritated depending on the situation, enjoys honey, is really helpful, intelligent, and motivating.

Obsidian: Grew up in the Underground, but is slightly more hostile than average Underswap. A prankster, a smoker, dislikes greasy food, is a major flirt, smug, enjoys poor puns, prefers honey-flavored foods to plain honey, enjoys booze, and balances his brother out.

Honeycomb: He grew up in the Underground, which was devastated by Toxin, and has since become a multiverse wanderer. A prankster, but more closed off and colder than his other varieties, vindictive, the #original, vigilante, smokes and enjoys sweets, a flirt, more worried than the other variants, and overprotective.

Sandstone: Did not grow up in the Underground, grew up on the surface world. He is an authentic hero. A prankster AND a troublemaker, a social butterfly who is secretly an introvert, highly protective of loved ones, loving, caring, and takes his profession very seriously (in comparison to his other versions), and everyone kind of likes him.

Cyfrin: He is a god of Mischief and Daydreams. He is a guide, a lovely person, and a trickster (yes), but he is unnecessarily courteous and formal; he frequently leads people to considerably happier lifestyles and dream choices; he is highly flirty, frequently anxious, and does not take his job of helping others seriously.

Beckett: A dragon who guards his home. A little cooler than his variants, very serious about his work, a trickster who enjoys horrible jokes, a gentleman to a fault, a tease, calm, stressed, and careful, very strong, and not afraid to battle and tear his way to survival.

Bryn: Dreamwalker who improves dreams, reality bender, grew raised in the Anti-void. He's nice, lethargic, and a prankster, but he can be extremely frightening and intimidating as a guide. He enjoys reality-bending and puns and isn't tied to any single AU.

Liu: He's a void traveling doctor. He's super smart, also he's weirdly cryptic, he smokes, avoids causing problems for friends, a prankster, deals with stress well, seems overconfident, and like sweet food over savory.

-H

[amphiptere-art]

Mer au redo in short. Only world history.

Ocean world

This Ocean world has some really deep oceans for bigger creatures.

Sun/shadow stones create pockets of energy in the deep.

Bioluminescent deep reefs exist on deposits of Sun/shadow Stones.

The land exists but is not plentiful.

There are plenty of resources under the water that are similar to wood and other materials.

All mer come from a DNA changing virus

DNA changing virus affects a host fish and makes it so that they're next generation has mer like traits

DNA changing virus can be transferred and made stronger through to mer either breeding or devouring one another.

DNA changing virus makes it so the next generation has arms, better eyes, and a torso to hold a stronger respiratory system.

DNA changing virus usually makes the hosts children bigger. At least 8* bigger.

DNA changing virus increases the hosts children's intelligence. To early man intelligence.

DNA changing virus makes it so they have a greater tolerance to oxygen. Think mudskipper tolerance. Applies to oxygen breathers in reverse.

DNA changing virus can have some genes that "stack". It usually doesn't, but a repeat recessive gene will turn dominant in the offspring.

Genes that stack are the size, breathing, and intelligence.

The DNA changes virus does not attack land dwelling animals. The closest it gets is whales and seals

Mer will copy the host species that the DNA changing virus attached itself to. Including most of its behaviors.

Social host species mer will make tribes.

Mer can hybridize between two different host species by simply breeding with each other.

Mer will usually prefer to breed/interact with other fish due to what their body more leans to. This is important in hybrids.

Mer unlike most fish will defend their young. Mostly due to intelligence making them grow maternal effects.

The maternal effects will usually only last until the mer has reached adult size. Which does not mean they are mentally secure but physically are. This is not for every tribe.

Any host species that does a massive migration to breed. Will mostly come off as the tribe going to a certain grounds to live in temporarily.

Depending on the host species they can be social or communal. Although for most, family groups will stay together.

Mer usually follow either the biggest or the smartest. This position can be challenged by others in either wits or fists.

Mer will usually lean towards a caste system. With healers, hunters, nurseries, etc popping up.

Humans live on the land. Although many will create city rafts. Expanding their range.

The humans here act like us. Causing similar problems

Humans are manly fisherman due to the ocean planet environment.

Mer and humanity don't exactly like each other due to them both hunting the same food.

Some mer are hunted for sport.

Some mer are taken from the oceans and put into battling rings.

Humans wish to gain the effects of the DNA changing virus so they can better take over the planet.

The lab group represents those who are trying to take the DNA changing virus through experimentation on mers.

The research group represents those that decide to not meddle with the DNA changing virus, and support Mers.

The research group is currently the most supported group.

The lab group likes to horribly mutate Mers either with other things, or the DNA changing virus itself. Forcing changes.

The lab group encourages capture of mer.

The lab group will take mer corpses. Encouraging there slaughter.

The research group will sometimes encourage certain Mers to breed to see the effects of the DNA changing virus. But do no more than encourage.

The research group will often try and corral Mers into certain areas that are deemed safe or away from humans.

The research group likes to tag Mers so they can keep track of them if they get caught by the lab group or in other terrible situations.

Both of the two groups are at their throats. Although the lab group is more considered a black market to the general population.

[vannyqwea]

What would it be like if Mexico is the one that gets intense with Chile?

(I mean, if they change roles and Chile is the calm one)

Existential doubts

Thank you for writing your questions to me. First, there is something I want you to understand, my chile has a personality based on certain attitudes or personalities and thoughts at a social level that are common among people in the country.

That is why in the context of romantic relationships Chile is usually very intense, when in everyday life Chileans tend to be rocks or very harsh when speaking, many tend to be "cold", but not all, since there are others who are only calm or look calm, friendly or sweet, but in the latter they tend to be very selective, the problem is trusting strangers, although that is not what they boast about, that in many ways they are having a type of introversion, also within society there is a degree very high autism. Which is interesting when talking about situations and moments where adrenaline appears, like Chile, he tends to be very withdrawn or very "firm" at times, it is as if he accumulates his emotions within himself, therefore they explode or are extreme in adrenaline situations, that makes him very intense, sadness can be transformed into depression, joy into euphoria, wrath into anger, etc. The good thing is that it only lasts a moment, it's like a bomb and then it's all peace.

Mexico is quite the opposite, but also quite rude, due to his strong "virility", although as he does not withdraw and has good social skills he does not get angry so easily and can control his emotions, however, he is very reserved with his very deep feelings or thoughts, but he is also very dramatic. So if the roles were changed, I feel that Mexico would be much more chaotic than Chile, the chaos would last longer. At the level of intensity in the context you ask me about, Mexico would be much more intense than Chile, it would cause more chaos.

Notice: Chile would never hit Mexico, because it is a person who wants to maintain peace no matter what happens in its environment, but in the matter of its context, it would be more possible for Mexico to do it with Chile, that is why I would not like to reverse the roles as something canonical in my Au analyzing social reality. Whatever, I do not design the personality of the characters based on my preference but rather on a neutral sociological view of each country.

(Chile often does not fit into the international stereotype they have about what it means to "be Latin")

[polysjmweek]

Here are some questions and ideas that you can use to help develop your own creations for poly+ ACOTAR week! These prompts are meant to be suggestions, so feel free to do whatever you'd like for each prompt! All formats of creative expression are welcome.

We encourage you to create something that brings you joy, and maybe even something you haven't done before. This is a safe space to explore new ideas and develop different things that help celebrate consensual non monogamy (CNM) within the fandom.

Read more under the cut!

Day 5: 4/11 ~ Favorite Tropes

Favorite tropes: Enemies to lovers, only one bed, forbidden love, fake dating, second chance, grumpy/sunshine, roommates, harem/reverse harem, whatever trope you like feel free to play around!

Lots of tropes lend themselves to AU’s! Consider what universe you want to write your trope in once you’ve picked it! 

5+1 trope: The five times they didn’t and the one time they did.

Enemies to lovers or rivals to lovers: Who in the group is the enemy/rival/ in this situation? Are they all enemies at first, or is someone in the middle just hoping the others work it out! Is it true enemies/rivals to lovers where no one liked each other at first, or did someone like the others and just keep up the ruse of enemy/rival?

Fake dating/marriage: Maybe you start with a couple, and someone in the couple has to fake date a third individual. Maybe they all end up falling for each other…

Only one bed: You know it, you love it. Do your worst/best.

Forced proximity: What is forcing the proximity? Is it family? Work? A dangerous situation where they have to work together to survive?

Second chance: Who gets the second chance and why? Is it a second chance for all members of the group or just one?

Forbidden love: What’s forbidden about it? Who is forbidding the love? Is it a person, or a social construct that makes the love forbidden?

Grumpy/sunshine: Who is grumpy and who is sunshine? What combination thereof do you have? Maybe within your group you have grumpy, sunshine, and a secret third thing yet to be explored.

Harem/Reverse Harem: Who is the center of your group? How did they get drawn together? Do they all only love the center individual, or do some of the peripheral individuals love each other too?

Roommates: Maybe you do an AU! College roommates? Grad school roommates? Adults living together to pay rent because the cost of living is too high to live alone? Or maybe they’re all forced to live together in Prythian or the human lands. Why are they living together? Is it choice or chance that they wound up living together? 

Who hurt you?: Who is hurt? Were they found hurt or did they show up hurt? Did they try to conceal the injury or did they ask for help? How was the person hurt? How does the group react to the injury? 

I don’t have anywhere else to go.: Why don’t they have somewhere else to go? Where did they end up? Was it choice or chance that they wound up there? How do(es) the other people(person) respond to the person(w) who show up?

Star crossed lovers: What makes them star crossed? Is everyone in the group star crossed or only part of the group? How do they find each other in the end?

Feel free to reach out to the page with any and all questions. We are happy to help you brainstorm ideas as well. You can always refer to the pinned post to access the CNM misconceptions posts and general CNM information post as well. These posts may help you determine which aspects of CNM you wish to explore in your fic!

Happy creating, we can't wait to see what you all come up with!