#scheduling feature my beloved

[57-rats]

i love love loooove the schedule feature. love not giving my mutuals 20000 notifications in an hour, even if i forget to schedule it most of the time that’s entirely user error. I scheduled this post in fact, its going to post in four days :)

[viserya-firstofhername]

Pray, listen. Though I return not from mine unnounaced hiatus.

Nor shall I swiftly resume mine Jacaerys agenda come next month, yet here I sit right now upon an 8K word draft of a meta on Mel fucking Medarda, because she might be my favourite fictional character. Ever (even with the treatment she suffered in the second season). Any gender. Any media. Yes, I am aware Athena, Katherine Pierce, Elizabeth Sloane, Thomas Shelby, book!Petyr Baelish, Maeve Millay, Beth Harmon, and Henry Winter exist.

Meanwhile, rather than ply my fingers to editing said meta—or dare I say, to sleep—I hath decided to use my gloriously evolved DaVinci Resolve skills and edit myself an explicitly Mel/Jayce/Viktor rendition of Arcane.

Lo, the fruits of my labor! 'Tis my brain—corrupted inadvertently—but also! combining all their scenes: • in s1 amounts to exactly 1:54:52 h • in s2 amounts to exactly 1:54:25 h

Mine mind hath gone unhinged over it, so I deemed it only just to bid thee join me in the unhingedness.

PS. Fortiche (save for that one animator—yall knowest who), you have my eternal love. My INTJ brain is climaxing over the message hidden within the pattern. You and your bajillion (142 and counting—should I make a series of posts/mini meta-s about them—I have the spreadsheet ready) parallels between these three give me life in the abyss that Saturn and Mercury have hewn for me recently (ngl, I'm real sym/em—pathetic with Jayce).

[banana-split-bitch-club]

Fuckass day to find out about instagram’s plans to remove the follow tag feature. Thanks for nothing

[pearlywritings]

The scent of being mine

synopsis: lately your husband has been staying deep in his thoughts as if bothered by something. It's only natural you want to figure it out and help.

pairing and characters: Neuvillette x fem!reader

tw: established relationship (marriage), tiny hurt/comfort, draconian features (scenting, growling, implied sharp nails)

word count: 3k+ words

“Beloved, you are brooding. More than you usually are.”

Your comment snaps Neuvillette from his thoughts, long lashes fluttering in surprise. He blinks, primordially beautiful eyes finally focus on the document in front of him, and the man makes a frustrating discovery - he’s been staring at one single line of text for who knows how long.

“Beloved?” Your sweet voice soothes the momentary disappointment, and Iudex’s undivided attention is on you in a second. 

“Yes, my dear? My apologies, I didn’t quite catch what you said. Could you be so kind and repeat, please?”

You lower the book onto your lap, and the man can’t help but relish in the sight of you comfortably lounging on the sofa in his office at the Palais Mermonia, with your shoes neatly put near one of its legs and your legs hidden under the light embroidered plaid. Your back and side sink into multiple pillows, half of which he fetched for you previously from the second sofa, and you look pleasantly relaxed within the walls of his work space, knowing very well that he has no meetings scheduled for the day, and the only people who can enter his office are the melusines with document delivery. And who would be uncomfortable in the presence of their own ‘daughters’?

“I was saying that you are brooding. And It won't be superfluous to note your sour mood too,” you nod in the window’s direction, where the sky is cloudy and gloomy. It has been this way for a couple of days already. “I wasn’t bringing it up since I thought you were simply a bit stressed, but after observing you for some time, I am sure there’s something on your mind that’s been bothering you immensely.”

Neuvillette exhales deeply. How could he ever hide anything from the woman he’s been married to for so long? Not that he ever tried, but subconsciously he sometimes tends to push his own worries aside not to make you fret. Besides, usually it’s not something of a big deal…

Watching the thoughts overtaking his mind again, you grab the bookmark from the armrest and soon the closed book takes its place, at the same time as you push the plaid off. Not caring to put the shoes on, you make a quick way to the grand doors to turn the key left in the hole from the inside. But changing your mind a little, you take a hold of a handle instead and crack the door slightly open, enough for the melusine at the reception to hear you.

“Sedene, sweety, Monsieur Neuvillette is taking a small break.”

You can’t quite see her perking up in her booth, but you know she is aware of what that means.

“Thank you for informing me, Madame. Would you like anything to drink or eat? I could send someone to put an order in whatever restaurant you’d like.”

“Much appreciated, but we’ll be fine.”

You hear her hum in understanding and only then close the door and lock it, turning the key two times.

“Now…” glancing back at your husband, you slowly walk back to your previous place of resting, but making it past the sofa and then around the desk, stopping right at his side. Neuvillette lifts his head, looking at you, and immediately pushes the chair back to make room. Gloved hands take a hold of your waist when you step closer and help you settle down onto his lap. One stays gingerly on your hip, the other is placed upon your knees, as you adjust your position, turning half-around to face him. Mesmerizing eyes with slitted irises stare at you with hardly-veiled adoration, and for a moment it almost fools you into thinking that nothing is wrong. Until he inhales and white eyebrows furrow slightly.

“Neuvi, what’s going on? Is it something I can assist you with?”

The man leans forward, pressing his face to your neck, silky locks of his fringe tickling you when he releases a breath. Your fingers find the back of his head, softly scratching the scalp, making him groan in satisfaction. His own digits flex, and you think you feel the claws digging slightly into your flesh through the dark material of his gloves and the skirt of your own clothes, and you let the dragon be a tiny bit greedy in expressing his affections.

“It’s not something I thought would bother me,” you hear him murmur into your neck. Instead of rushing to ask him to elaborate, you encourage him to take his time with a soft touch, gently following the pointy shape of his ear with your fingertip. The man shivers, but quickly relaxes, leaning into your body a bit more.

“Why logically I understand I’m in the wrong, but on an instinct level it doesn’t give me rest. Remember the celebration Lady Furina threw three days ago?”

Ah, of course you remember. It was a nice little feast the Archon organized to mark another successful staging of hers, to which your husband and you were obviously invited. You can’t, however, recall anything particular that could upset Neuvillette. He wasn’t offered anything to taste he didn't enjoy - had his own supply of fresh water even; he had no cases to worry about, having finished everything rather important beforehand, and he was not engaged in any interactions he could potentially be uncomfortable with. Maybe it was something related to you? However, you can’t think of anything: most of the time you spent conversing with Furina, discussing her next outstanding and grand performance, or dancing with your beloved, happily twirling in his embrace. Sure, other people approached you too, but…oh. Wait, there was something.

“Do you mean the celebration during which that opera performer from Li Yue was flirting with me?”

Immediately his body tenses and a low sound, kind of sounding like a growl, escapes his strained throat. He quickly composes himself though, once you drop your hand from his head to his back, drawing circles there.

“...I apologize for that.”

“Please don’t, I don’t mind a bit of jealousy,” you assure him, and the man finally leans back, looking at you with those fairytale eyes.

“You think it was jealousy?”

“Well, maybe right now it was just a bit of frustration, but back then I think it was jealousy,” Neuvilette hums, lowering his gaze, processing the information. You meanwhile decide to ask more. “But what sparked it? You know I am yours and that no human will ever be able to steal me from you.”

“Ah, my love, I am fully aware of that,” gloved palm leaves your knee and cups your cheek instead. “I know all that, but…but what I felt is hard to explain in words.”

“Try,” you encourage, turning your head and kissing his palm, “I’ll get it.”

“Alright,” with a sigh he lets his fingertips outline the contour of your jaw and travel down the side of your neck, sending a pleasurable sensation down your back. “I suppose I should start with what happened before, when we were still back home. You looked so ravishing and regal - a true gem to an eye, - and I just couldn’t help but let some of my scent linger on you.”

Which is absolutely fine, you love doing the same for him.

“Keeping that in mind I felt all those strange emotions wringing my heart, as he was giving you compliments, especially about the scent, not realizing it’s mine. And then more and more.”

As he doesn’t find what more to say, you stare at him, trying to analyze the information. After a couple of minutes of silence, during which you absent-mindedly braided a little braid out of his straight lock, you decide to summarize.

“So… If I understood you correctly, it felt upsetting that, basically, he caught the whiff of you on me, yet didn’t stop his attempts to hit on me. Am I right?”

“Exactly,” a small smile graces his pale lips, and Iudex presses a delicate kiss to your shoulder. “I could not have worded it better.”

“Hmm… Now I see why you are torn. It is annoying for sure, but it’s not like an ordinary human could know of draconian peculiar properties.”

He nods, thumbing at the pulse point on your neck, staring a little bit past you. His state is saddening, really, even though a tiny slither of pride infiltrates your heart - knowing your husband wants the world to know you are his as much as you want to claim the same about him… Would’ve made you purr if you were a feline.

You shiver when Neuvillette brings his face close again, soft lips pressing to the side of your neck.

“You are so dear to me, my love…” he breathes in a way that makes your heart skip a beat, voice full of unbridled devotion, something not many can hear from this stoic man throughout their whole life. “There are days when I can’t bear the thought of you not being close to me, I overcome with desire to be in your presence, to hold you in my arms, to listen to your divine voice… When you call my name, I want to bring everything I have to your feet.”

“But you already do so,” you cup his cheeks, kissing his forehead. “You don’t have to say all of it - you sound like you are apologizing, like you are trying to excuse your natural behavior. Don’t do it, please. You are so precious to me, I’d be damned if I ever felt unnerved by something like this.”

“I apologize if it sounded like this,” he sighs, long lashes flattering close, when you proceed to kiss over his eyelids. “I just meant to express how thankful I am that you chose me.”

“Oh, Neuvi,” you chuckle, kissing the bridge of his nose and when the tip of it. “I adore when you are so affectionate in private. As for the public display, if we return to the topic of scent… I think I could figure something out for the both of us. If you trust my judgment, that is.”

“How can I not?” Those eyes are staring back at you, bottomless pools swirling with wonder and elation. “Only if you truly want this.”

“I do,” your lips hover dangerously close to his. “And I will find the way.”

Soft thuds rhythmically yet quite leisurely cut through the lofty noises of the Court of Fountaine, catching the attention of the passersby. One hit of an elegant cane against the pavement equals two steps of yours, as you and your husband walk through the main square of the city. Your appearance - no matter together or by yourself - always gathers attention, and you could bet that if Fontaine didn’t have a law prohibiting photography of executives without their permission, your picture would’ve adorned tomorrow’s copy of The Steambird.

And you are a sight to behold - your hand resting in the crook of his elbow, gloves matching perfectly his today’s cravat of choice, jewelry specifically picked to mirror the beauty of their wearer’s partner, clothes tailored to clearly be a ‘couple outfit’... It is pretty evident that this outing is planned, if the Iudex’s absence from the Palais Mermonia didn’t serve as a clue.

You hold no conversation, rather relishing in the warm rays of sunlight (you did though tease Neuvillette upon stepping outside that his mood seemed to improve). Despite looking like it’s you who is clutching onto the man and him leading you somewhere, it’s completely vice versa. Your beloved has absolutely no idea what kind of ‘surprise’ he is soon to experience, but your previous words keep his mind at rest - you found a solution for his concern.

As a result, his high spirits are pretty apparent to the people who know him well. Or the melusines, if one is being accurate, who approach you two along the way with warm words of greetings and cute waves of their hands, which brightens Neuvillette’s features more evidently.

“I think we should soon visit the Merusea Village,” you suggest after bidding goodbye to Tristane. “And do a little gathering for our girls who work here, in the city. I am sure they have many stories to share with us.”

“I would really like that,” Neuvillette's smile is a heart-warming sight. You can only hope that you’ll get to see it more after today. “How about we start planning tomorrow after work?”

“That would be wonderful! I can’t wait to write an invitation to every single one. And to the village too.”

“Then it’s on you as always,” he agrees without objection, leaning a little to subtly kiss your temple when you turn the corner. Letting out a soft chuckle, you give him a fond look, and then focusing back on the street.

It’s barely a couple of minutes later when your partner sees you perk up. Trying to pinpoint what caught your eye, the man scans the signboards of the shops and boutiques lining up at both sides of yours. Jewelry? No, he doesn’t think so - you adorn each other with fine gemstones regularly. Clothes? Doubtful, given you’ve just received a couple of new outfits a week before. Maybe it’s-

You disturb these wandering thoughts, tugging on his elbow to catch his attention. Looking at you and then following the direction of your raised hand, Neuvillette lifts his eyes to read the signboard above the shop you’ve stopped in front of.

“Palais des parfums”

“So,” you start when he gives you a questioning look, “it’s a perfumery, yes. And my suggestion is the following - let’s choose a scent we could wear together. Before you get concerned about it becoming too popular, because we will use it, this shop has an option of creating something personal. We can just pay a little more to make it exclusive.”

“The same…scent?” Your husband hums, touching his chin in thought. This actually sounds quite good - created by a human master, it is to be perceived by humans, and by utilizing one fragrance on you both it will be made clear that the two of you are spouses. Not to mention the newspaper that will spread the fact for others to know. “My dear, that’s a marvelous idea.”

“Really?” A wide smile lifts the corners of your lips.

“Really. I like it a lot,” he assures you with a smile of his own. “And I do favor the possibility of making perfume specifically for us. How did you know though, my love?”

“Have done my research. And already spoke to the vendor before. Furthermore, I think we can order the creation of two perfumes. One for every day, and one for grand events where our presence is required.”

“I see you’ve done your research indeed,” his words are soft and gaze is full of admiration. It’s so hard to resist and not kiss him right in the middle of the street, yet let your fingertips gently scratch his forearm.

“I promised my husband a solution, didn’t I? Couldn’t disappoint you.”

“You can never disappoint me, if anything you astonish me every single day of our lives. Shall we get inside?”

“We shall. Just please, beware, there are a lot of fragrances mixed in the air. I am afraid your nose will be assaulted just like mine was.”

“I can bear with it, beloved. I would be a coward of a husband, if I turned back after the amazing work my wife did,” your cheeks heat up at his praise and you lightly dig your covered nails into his arm.

“Oh, stop it, no need to be so sweet, I already understood your appreciation for this,” your eyes motion to his hand resting on the hilt of the cane and fingers joyfully tapping against the wood. With a barely audible chuckle, the man unhooks your arms, wrapping his around your waist, and steps forward, reaching for the handle.

A soft chime caresses his ears, as the maddening mix of scents hits him right in the nose. Glancing to the side to check on you, he notices how you instantly switch to breathing through your mouth and follows your example. It, thankfully, gets better.

The shop owner is not hard to find, a sweet lady in her late 50’s welcomes you with a glint in her eyes upon recognizing you, which soon is replaced by the look of surprise when she sees your companion.

“Good afternoon, Monsieur, Madame, how can I help you?”

“Good afternoon, Mrs Deschamps,” you greet her with a smile, “I came by two days ago, remember?”

“Yes, yes, how could I forget our dear Madame? You were curious about my perfumes and if I do personal orders.”

“Right! This is my husband,” you motion to the man still courteously holding your waist, who bows in greeting.

“Pleasure to be meeting you.”

“O-oh! How could I not know you and your husband? Your wedding was the event of the century!”

“Haha, you flatter us,” you chuckle merrily, covering your mouth. “We are here to put in an order. We’d love to buy a newly crafted perfume. However, we have a couple of conditions…”

It’s almost evening when the doorbells chime again, marking your departure. Once again walking side by side and with arms linked, Neuvillette feels an almost primordial satisfaction. These hours spent in that stuffy, smelly box of a shop will be absolutely worth it when your order is complete. While he does feel the inevitable approach of a runny nose after test-smelling way too many fragrances, and it doesn’t feel like he left work today at all, as he was handling legal documents relied to the exclusivity of the product, he doesn’t regret a single mora spent and to be spent in the future for this.

Soft thuds once again cut through the sounds of the city, and they are gently lulling your mind. Maybe your head hurts just a little bit, but it pales in comparison to the invested state of your husband and how much evident fun he had in meticulously choosing the right aromatic notes to your future shared scent.

You can’t wait to help him apply it every single morning to come and get the same treatment in return. This is going to be a new, hopefully a long-staying option to your usual scenting routine.

taglist: @meimeimeirin

[svetamillss]

Hiii I’ve never really requested much on tumblr so I apologize if I’m doing it wrong

Do you think maybe you could do Hyun-Ju (120)’s surgery recovery and how things would be as we took care of her throughout the whole thing? Like how she’d respond to us taking care of everything for her while she heals? :3c

Headcanons: Your care for her during her transition to a girl💗

Featuring: Cho Hyun Ju x Reader(f)

A/N: Thank you very much for such a cute order! I was glad to write a paper about my wife!

💗💗💗

💗I'll start with the fact that you have a joint budget and you also help Ju with money for operations, the girl was against it at first, because she hasn’t work a very well-paid job, so you spend much more money on her when you could buy something better for yourself. But you claim that everything is fine and the main thing is that your beloved girl is happy and all her dreams come true.

💗Your Ju takes a lot of hormone pills. The girl has a good memory, she never forgets to take everything on schedule, but you still wanted to help her. You studied the instructions for each medicine and manually wrote a schedule of what and when to take, and then hung it on the refrigerator. When Ju saw this, she was surprised and embarrassed. She liked the way you tried for her, despite the fact that she didn't need this help. That's why your girlfriend began to look at your list often, not because she forgets something, but because she wants to please you.

💗Sometimes a girl gets very sick after medication. You immediately tell her to lie in bed, brought her medicine for nausea and a basin so that she vomits there (just in case, she can't run to the toilet). You also take care of all her household chores. Ju tries to resist and says that you don't burden yourself too much, that she can do everything herself, despite feeling unwell. But you made her rest.

💗All the operations were very scary and frightening for her. She was afraid that something would happen wrong. She didn't want to go to hospitals alone: to all these consultations, receptions, operations. She was afraid of loneliness. That's why she embarrassedly asked you to go with her, at least sometimes, she understood that you had work and that you couldn't walk with her. But you said that you will take a day off and constantly go with her where she needs and support her. Ju was grateful to you and happy.

💗Ju's most important dream came true: she had a penis surgery and removed it. The operation lasted a long time and was very difficult. After which it was very difficult for the girl to walk and for several weeks she moved only out of necessity. You always helped her in everything. When time passed, another problem appeared: your girlfriend thought that her transformation was not perfect and you didn't like it, but you repeated the opposite. You constantly showered her with compliments and kissed every part of her body. You are perfect for each other.

💗💗💗

[foolishlovers]

With 2024 coming to an end, I just wanted to give a quick shout-out to my favourite fics I (re)read this year. I have so so much appreciation for all writers creating beautiful works about our beloved angel and demon pair. Reading these sometimes funny, sometimes heartbreaking, sometimes sappy, sometimes deliciously filthy stories has been a constant source of joy. I truly can't even begin to describe how thankful I am to be part of such an incredibly creative and loving fandom. So so much gratitude for all the different versions of them, all the genders, all the tropes, all the canon fics, and all the human AUs. There are so many more amazing fics I read this year and there are so many more to explore in 2025, but the following few have made themselves a home in my heart. I promise they're worth a read! 💜 [I do fic recs all year long, check out this tag for more.]

Date by @ddagent (2.5k, T)

Every year, Aziraphale is spoiled on his birthday. This year, he decides to do the same for Crowley. There's only one problem - he's not actually sure when Crowley's birthday is.

Roller Derby Queen by @summerofspock (2.5k, M)

Crowley skates for Hell on Wheels and she's pretty good at it too. She'd be better if she weren't so distracted by the new skater on the opposing team.

Sweet Nectar of the Eldritch Gods by @brenna (3.2k, G)

Azira writes a letter to the purveyor of her favorite honeys and sweetness ensues. No offence, but who says “by the by,” by the way? It’s adorable? By the by, do you like wine? Crowley

Poor Men by @why-not-go-with-style (3.9k, G)

What To Do When Two of Your Professors Are Hopelessly in Love With Each Other: an instruction manual by Adam Young (featuring Pepper Moonchild because someone has to be the voice of reason here).

!False (It's Funny Because It's True) by @mirjam-writes (6.4k, E)

Aziraphale drew a long breath through his nose. Crowley, of course it had to be Crowley. The new guy in the sales department, who would promise potential customers just about anything to close a deal. Arrogant, annoying – and wildly, stupidly attractive. Aziraphale hated him.  Aziraphale is a stellar software architect and a project manager, who is so done with the sales department selling unrealistically scheduled and budgeted projects. And he definitely doesn't have a crush on anyone, thank you very much.

Show me where the Nightingale sings by @sabotage-on-mercury (6.5k, G)

After settling into their new home in the South Downs there are still things to process for Aziraphale and Crowley before they can start a new chapter of their life. But winter is turning into spring. There is magic abroad in the air. And finally, the nightingale is back.

The Art of Human Nature by @ineffable-doll (6.5k, T)

Crowley is a painter who has only ever had an eye for nature. That is, until a client named Aziraphale commissions her for a painting to boost her self-confidence, and Crowley discovers that her client is as beautiful as the Earth itself. Then she goes and catches feelings, because she’s a disaster.

Lit by @fellshish (12k, T)

Crowley takes a university course on literature and surprise! The book they’re discussing is Good Omens. Uh oh.

Paradigm Shift by @hakunahistata (13k, E)

“Apologies, apologies! The time got away from me.” Aziraphale Fell entered the room brightly, a binder in one hand, tea mug in the other. Crowley’s languid sprawl went rigid as the senior accounting analyst who had been the indulgent secret in the back of his mind took the seat opposite him.   Or, Crowley Pines at the Office: An AU.

Feast by @ashfae, mostlyjustgoose (15k, E)

Crowley's spent the whole of lockdown asleep. Aziraphale has spent the whole of lockdown baking, cooking, and becoming increasingly frustrated with his solitude. Which eventually leads him to the perfect way to solve all his problems at once... Or, Aziraphale attempts to seduce Crowley with a truly excellent meal, and Crowley is amenable.

Ever-Fixed by @hkblack (19k, E)

Aziraphale Fell had a plan. Go to school, get his degree, and start his life with his beloved at his side as man and wife. Until one day Crowley disappears. Decades later he meets a man, and finds the love of his life again. Anthony J. Crowley, suave, cool, masculine, in control, unflappable, has spent decades building himself up. He refuses to let his confident facade disappear for Aziraphale, who once almost tumbled down the stairs to certain death because his nose was stuck in a book. It’s just sex, and they’ve been dating for months, this time around. There’s no need to get his knickers in a knot. But the past isn’t easy to let go of, even if you’re both avoiding it. A story about love, intimacy, and finding each other again. (Alternatively: Tender smut, but then I wrote love story flashbacks, and now it's just emotional and there's plot in my pornography)

Fireworks by @optimistic-starlight (19k, E)

He had to get himself under control. Aziraphale needed him. That prick boyfriend of his drained so much of Aziraphale's time and energy, dampened so much of the gentle, beaming happiness that Crowley had always adored about him. He needed Crowley there to support him, to do the things a best friend should be there to do. And, well, if Crowley needed him too, if he had to subsume his own pain to focus on making Aziraphale happy, that was something he could bear quietly. He could do it for his angel. Crowley groaned and dropped his head against the tiled wall of the shower. His angel. He had to stop thinking of him like that.

Maybe Next Christmas by @flamingbentleyy (21k, T)

Airports were tricky business, but waiting in airports was as close to hell as one could possibly get. Nobody knew it better than Aziraphale, whose luck had made him end up in one right on Christmas Eve of all days. Although his airport experience turned a little less hellish and a whole lot more entertaining after he ran into an old college friend in that same airport. And then again. And again…

The Small Ad by @theladydrgn, @sylwritesstuff (32k, E)

WORK WANTED: Partner For Hire. Tall, lanky ginger of arguable gender available to be your significant other to keep pesky relatives, nosy coworkers, or well-meaning friends at bay. Able to be as annoying or as polite as you like. Causing a fight over Christmas dinner with your odd, bigoted uncle/aunt/cousin will require an extra £200 up front. £50 for the first hour, negotiable otherwise. Ciao.   It isn't the sort of advertisement Aziraphale usually paid any attention to, but desperate times do indeed call for desperate measures.

Heavenly Wicked Cafe by @waitingtobebroken (33k, T)

There is a terribly rude barista that makes amazing coffee and a saint of a barista, whose coffee tastes vile. And they are in love.

Petrichor & Parchment by @katnoggin (33k, E)

“Mr. Crowley, I presume?” Aziraphale asked in lieu of an introduction, which was not forthcoming. The guy hadn’t even removed his sunglasses. Oh God, he had a tattoo on his face. Aziraphale wasn’t one to judge, but… what kind of gardener had a snake tattoo on his face? Now also available as a podfic from Literarion  [Huuuge recommendation for the podfic!!]

The Heart of the Forest by Kalimyre (33k, E)

Retired librarian Aziraphale moves into a small, isolated cottage deep in the forest with a strange history. He soon realises he's not alone in the woods; a presence watches him. But as he begins to befriend the stranger that lurks in the trees, Aziraphale comes to understand there's more to him than appearances suggest - and Aziraphale's own destiny may be tied to the mysterious creature with the golden eyes.

in your own time by @ineffabildaddy (33k, E)

Aziraphale and Crowley grew up together as next-door neighbours on Hogback Lane, classmates at the local Catholic school, and inseparable best friends. By the age of eighteen, both were hopelessly in love with the other, despite the knowledge that they were doomed to live apart, as Crowley aimed to pursue university study in London and Aziraphale committed himself to remaining in Tadfield, dedicating his life to the Church. After almost twenty years spent away from his hometown, renowned botanist Crowley decides to come and visit Tadfield again at a moment's notice; the purpose of his visit is to speak at a Careers Day for the school he and Aziraphale, now a beloved priest and a frequent helper at the school, attended. The twenty-four hours that follow will change both of their lives for ever.

Between Comfort And Chaos by anathxmadevice (45k, T)

“And how long have you two been a couple?” “Oh, I—” Aziraphale panics. “Ha, well, that’s a funny… We’re not actually—” “We’re just friends.” Crowley says, their voice clear and calm and lightly amused, either because of or in spite of Aziraphale’s flailing attempts to divert the conversation. “Ah, yes, quite.” Aziraphale says, then takes a sip of his drink just for something to do, instead of focussing on the way Crowley said just friends, and how it causes a painful throb in his chest that he has never fully got used to. His memory can only scrabble at the edge of a time where being just friends with Crowley didn’t feel like a particular form of torture. * Or, Aziraphale has been desperately in love with his best friend and housemate Crowley since they were students, but is too scared to do anything about it.

Loving You Slow by @tawnyontumblr (46k, E)

Crowley just wants to dance, but he's not prepared to sell his soul (and other things) at Mayfair's Hellfire Club to do it. Tending bar at The Bookshop in Soho is just the escape he needs, providing Crowley can convince the club’s owner he really belongs on the stage. Unfortunately Aziraphale Eastgate is not quite the generous guardian angel Crowley has been led to believe. Welcome to The Bookshop, where it always pays to look under the covers.

A Billion Points of Light by akitsuko (50k, E)

The firefighter lifts the visor on their helmet, and Crowley may not be able to see very well, but those are the most beautiful eyes he’s ever seen in his life. Crowley has never been one for the whole 'love at first sight' business, but he may need to reassess after Aziraphale - a gorgeous firefighter - saves his life.

More Than by @naromoreau (55k, E)

Crowley would like to spend another year without marrying, especially when thrust-forced to pick a husband. She refuses to cave in on a matter of principles. She refuses to cave in specifically on a matter of not wanting to be married to Lucien Morningstar. But she might need a hand to break free from such a burden. And who knows? She might even find something else along the way.

Lavender Apiary Of Your Honey Eyes by @snek-of-eden (66k, E)

The first thing Aziraphale registered was fiery red hair matted with sweat. The second thing was the man’s face, sharp and intelligent and a little guarded, sunlight dappling a spray of freckles. Upon seeing this, two contradictory thoughts crossed his mind: ‘Gosh, he’s pretty’, and ‘I don’t believe I’ve ever heard a man use that many expletives in the space of a minute’. “Oh,” he said, swallowing hard. “Hello, then.” __________ When Aziraphale inherits a small, cosy cottage in the countryside, he finds unexpected company in a gardener he didn't even know he had. Crowley is sweet, and strange, and about as foul-mouthed as you can get. Before he knows it, he's falling pretty goddamn hard for a man whose friendship he's terrified of risking. Ah, the foils of love.

Old Vines by @sevdrag (189k, E)

A.Z. Fell, one of the most respected names in wine and food blogging, has been sent on assignment with his assistant Warlock Dowling to spend six months in California Wine Country. Under direction (by his boss, Gabriel) to use this experience to double his blog followers and write a novel, Aziraphale is both excited and anxious about the opportunity. Anthony J. Crowley is the owner and viticulturalist of Ecdyses, a winery that unexpectedly fell into his lap eleven years ago when he hit rock bottom. He may be in debt, yeah, but he’s paying off his loans — and despite pressure from his lenders and their team of inspectors, Crowley has found a kind of contentment tending his little corner of terroir and producing extraordinary wine. Crowley’s old vines are the heart of his vineyard, and he’s never let anyone in. Crowley finds Aziraphale intriguing; Aziraphale finds Crowley enthralling. Turns out a famous wine expert and an experienced viticulturalist can still learn things from each other. The summer of 2019 unfolds. [Big recommendation for the podfic here too!!]

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BTS FIC RECS PART 4 Part 4 of some of my favourite BTS fanfics. Please do consider liking, reblogging and/or commenting on the fics you like. There are so many wonderful and amazing authors out there who do not get the recognition they deserve. So please send them lots of love to keep them going. If you're on here, then know I enjoyed every second of reading your story ♡ There will be two parts 4 as it's (sadly?) too long to be saved under one post. Stay tuned for part 5, joon recs will be added!

Please let me know if some of the links aren’t working. Happy reading!

⊹ Navi ‣ Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 4.1 | Part 5 |

​⊹ Hell Is Empty - drabble Love triangle AU | a | @aquagustd​ ‣ An important phone call between Yoongi & OC.

⊹ You’re The Best I’ve Ever Had  Boyfriend Jungkook, Chubby reader | a, f, s | @adoredcore​​ ‣ Jungkook’s touches were so soft. So soft you almost barely even felt them. Keyword: almost. His smooth fingertips ran along your silky skin, while the tip of his pink tongue ran across the nape of your neck.

⊹ Fool Me Once Fuckboy AU | a, s | @jeonqkooks​​​ ‣ You never expect anything from Jungkook, but somehow he always manages to let you down.

⊹ Attitude CEO Jungkook au | s | @lushtans​​​ ‣ Your relationship with your CEO is... Rather complicated. Aside your professional relationship, he fucks you whenever he feels like it and as much as you hate to admit the truth, you love it. 

⊹ Don't Worry, Be Happy Daddy Jungkook AU, | f | @jvngkook97 ‣ "You guys have been trying to conceive for a little over a year now, but have yet to be fully successful."

⊹ Trap Idol Jungkook AU, | f | @jiminpitys ‣ In which you show up at your boyfriend's concert soundcheck as a surprise, and to your own, he’s wearing an outfit that’s bound to make you feel a certain way.

⊹ Addicted College AU, | f , s | @sparklingchim ‣ Your boyfie Jungkook fucking you silly.

⊹ B i g o l e f r e a k Friends with benefits AU | f , s | @joonberriess ‣ You’re both exclusive only to each other. Jungkook fucks the way he acts—crazy, hard. too bad you’re only here for the ride..

⊹ Foundation - Part 01, 02, 03 feat Yoongi Non-idol doctors AU | f , s, a | @hamsterclaw ‣ You know Jungkook is a fuckboy. So why are you letting him fuck with you? Featuring Yoongi.

⊹ Paint me naked Artist Jungkook AU | f , s, a | @gimmethatagustd ‣ After the mysteriously hot guy in your university class starts taking an interest in you, should you really trust that he’s not like all the other college fuckboys? Especially when his best friend is the guy who broke your heart?  

⊹ Why are you so late? Idol Jungkook AU | f , s | @kimnjss

‣ With such a packed scheduled, you’d think Jungkook would be on top of his game. But when a morning rolling around the sheets with you is thrown into the mix, it’s expected for him to want to take his time.

⊹ Our beloved summer - Series (on-going) Producer Jungkook AU | f, s, a | @jeonqkooks ‣ You made a vow to hate Jeon Jungkook ever since he packed up and left you without a single explanation, but when he shows up at your door after years of radio silence, it turns out that maybe your resolve isn’t as strong as you thought.

⊹ Heaven can wait Chubby reader AU | f, s ish | @adoredcore ‣ "What’s a chance I’ll take baby I’ll stay heaven can wait."

⊹ Midnight cravings Established relationship AU | f | @hobiholic ‣ You want to go to the convenience store late at night to fulfill your midnight cravings but a sleepy Jungkook stops you.

⊹ Wet dreams Somnophilia AU | s | @kookiecrumb ‣ “I want you to use me…whenever you need me,”

⊹ Look at you -  Risqué drabble Risqué couple AU | s, f | @mercurygguk ‣ Mirror shopping with your boyfriend turns into something else entirely.

⊹ In the middle of the night Friends with benefits AU | s, f | @joonsmoonluna ‣ It’s the middle of the night and Jungkook’s in need of you

⊹ Like I'm famous Idol Jungkook AU | s, f | @softyoongiionly ‣ It’s New Years Eve and Jungkook would rather be anywhere else than at his company’s massive party. Sure, he’s a guest of honor and his team rented out the nicest hotel in Seoul, but ringing in the New Year with you on the other side of the world just feels wrong. He doesn’t know how he’s supposed to celebrate without the woman he loves, but maybe- just maybe…he won’t have to…

⊹ Strangers to lovers Established relationship AU | s | @kissmetae ‣ You’re a regular at the gym and today you decided to workout late. You thought you were alone, but it turned out there was one other person at the gym and you so happened to be his gym crush…

⊹ My dear friends Friends to lovers AU | s, f, a | @kooktrash ‣ Just friends? Keep telling yourself that, you and Jungkook have always danced on the line of friendship and something more but lately you’ve struggled being able to tell where you guys stand.

⊹ Red - Part 03 Pregnancy AU | s, f, a | @taestefully-in-luv ‣ You drunkenly sleep with your ex-boyfriend, Jungkook. Can’t be that bad right? Unless he gets you pregnant.

⊹ As we were - Series (on-going) Cheating/Infidelity AU | s, a | @archivedkookie ‣ Your husband cheats on you and find comfort in someone else’s arms. He claims he’s happy—but is he really?

⊹ Imagine Model Jungkook AU | s, f | @chryblossomjjk ‣ Jungkook wants nothing more than to spend your anniversary cuddled up in a fancy hotel bathroom, eating takeout and binge watching TV shows. You, on the other hand, have something more exciting in mind. 

⊹ Practice - part 02, 03 Fuckboy Jungkook AU | s, a | @chryblossomjjk ‣ You usually spend Friday nights on your own. Tonight, however, your friend and campus fuckboy, Jungkook, decides to pay you a visit.

⊹ Lost Cause Cheating AU | a | @kooksbunnnn ‣ Jungkook comes back to you after his 10 day trip to Busan, and you sense something different about him. 

⊹ The Boy With Galaxies In His Eyes Idol AU | a, s, f | @oddinary4bts ‣ You had never thought the night sky could be found in someone’s eyes. That is, until you met Jeon Jungkook and his gravity pulled you in. Will he crush you with the galaxies in his eyes, or will you learn to explore his worlds and make them yours?

⊹ Beyond Infinity - As We Were drabble As We Were Couple AU | a, s, f | @archivedkookie ‣ Jungkook does something you always dreamt about, and it ends up with the most beautiful night of your life.

⊹ What If I Love You Too Much Single Mom AU | a, s, f | @taleasnewastime ‣ Jungkook. It’s only a name you learn after your son kicks his ball over the fence. Before that you only knew him as the hot new neighbour who mows his lawn topless. And though you have no intention of getting to know him anymore than that, inevitably you do. You don’t necessarily fall, it’s too slow for that, but you definitely develop feelings you don’t intend to feel. Because you know men like him, and you know that whatever you’re feeling, he’s probably not feeling the same. All the same, however hard you try, you can’t help yourself.

⊹ Services For A Queen Sub!JK AU | s | @taegonia ‣ Jungkook serves his queen in more ways than just as the royal head of security.

⊹ Cold Nights & Blurred Lines FWB & College AU | a, s, f | @awrkive ‣ Jungkook and you have been keeping a sexual relationship with each other for four months now, and it’s casual for the most part. But as time passes, you can’t help but feel that some of the lines suddenly got blurred in the process. Is it a cliché to blur the lines with your fuck buddy? It definitely is. Will you do something about it? Both of your emotional constipation have a hard time saying yes.

⊹ Strictly Platonic Bestfriends to Lovers & College AU | a, s, f | @jeonqkooks ‣ Sometimes, Jungkook can be a little selfish; and sometimes, the lengths you would go to for his happiness mean relinquishing your own.

⊹ In The Middle Of The Night FWB AU | s, f | @joonsmoonluna ‣  it’s the middle of the night and Jungkook’s in need of you ⊹ Perfectionist Dancer AU | s | @miraclesatnightfall ‣ "He watched you, with each sensual step you made his eyes darkened with explicit desire" ⊹ Tangle Free Establish Relationship AU | f | @here4btsfics ‣ Bad days lead to you needing your boyfriend for comfort, specifically by playing with his hair.

⊹ As It Was - Apart of Boy With Love Series (on-going) College AU | a | @ggukiepie ‣ You bump into Jungkook days after you find out he has a girlfriend; things don't go so well

⊹ The Habits Of A Broken Heart Soulmate & Unrequited love AU | a, f | @softykooky ‣ Jungkook and you are soulmates. So says the matching crescent moons on both your wrists. However, things are never as easy as they seem, and you are quick to learn that falling in love with someone who does not believe in love is a one-way ticket to heartbreak.  ⊹ Blackout - part 02, 03 Best friends to Lovers | s, a, f | @jjungxkook ‣ Utility bills shooting up like this should be an international crime. Luckily, Jungkook has the perfect idea(s) to save up money and make your night sinfully unforgettable.

⊹ Step Brother Step Siblings AU | s | @aris-ink ‣ Sub yn *innocently* dry humps her step brother jk while he plays video games.

⊹ Forbidden Romance Step Siblings AU | s | @aris-ink ‣ "It wasn’t unusual for your stepbrother to check up on you before bed. You’ve grown closer than you initially thought you would; it turned out that beneath the surface, you and Jungkook weren’t that different, after all."

⊹ My Perfect Patient Dentist Office AU | s, f | @pinkcherrybombs ‣ Jaw pain is just as much of a pain in the mouth as it is in the ass, but don't worry, your favorite dentist is sure to fix you right up, using some special methods.

⊹ Confessions - part 02 Office AU | a | @pinkcherrybombs ‣ Since we're about to die, I need you to know, I've always loved you, Jungkook.

⊹ Getting Railed Boyfriend Jungkook AU | s | @dearlytea ‣ Getting dicked by your boyfriend during a train ride.

⊹ Make You Mine College AU | a, s, f | @mercurygguk ‣ Your first day at your new college is quite eventful to say the least. But everything seems slightly less chaotic when Jeon Jungkook offers to help you on your way – if only knowing him wasn’t an even bigger mess than the day you first met.

⊹ Catch 22 College AU | s, f | @alluremin ‣ You and your best friend had agreed: college was for a good time only, no serious relationships were necessary. Who knew that a frat boy would be the one to shake up that notion?

⊹ Tolerate It - part 02 Failing marriage! au | a | @lmaosope ‣ Marriage is difficult, and every married couple fights. but jungkook has been late one too many times and broken one too many promises. it has you wondering why you give everything for a man who simply tolerates you.

⊹ Make You Mine Jock Jk au | a , s, f | @mercurygguk ‣ Your first day at your new college is quite eventful to say the least. But everything seems slightly less chaotic when Jeon Jungkook offers to help you on your way – if only knowing him wasn’t an even bigger mess than the day you first met.

⊹ His Throne - 01, 02, 03 Prince JK au | a, s, f | @jiminsa ‣ You, a maid for the royal family, have sex with the irresistible prince Jeon Jungkook on his throne.

[akawifeyy]

mic check | smau & fic (LN4)

description: lando norris is the host of one of the most critically acclaimed podcasts. so when he contacts you, asking if you'd like a spot on the show, you're dumbstruck.

tropes: secretly in love, happy ending, age gap (22 and 25), podcast host!lando au, lead singer!reader

face claim: ayra starr

trigger warnings: suggestive content, swearing

| note: i actually would love to see lando host a podcast or a talk show, i think he'd be wonderful!

It was a universal fact believed by every celebrity phenomenon that being selected for one of the exclusive spots on Lando Norris’s podcast was an honor. Once a week, the infamous Formula One driver would host an audio show, interviewing other popular figures with his signature charming wit and humor. He had been doing it for over a year, finding enough spare time in his busy racing schedule to compose, edit, and publish some of the best comedic episodes of the modern era. His show had even been nominated and won an iHeartRadio Podcast Award.

Lando’s show was beloved by all audiences, even those who were unfamiliar with motorsports. They came because of the hype and stayed for the easy laughter and fun times. 

So when you, the lead singer of the Cherry Soda girl band, found a bolded, urgent email lurking on the top of your page, titled: Season 2, Episode 5 of Lights Out with Lando Norris, you were in shock.

Your jaw dropped, fingers shaking as you clicked to read more. This had to be a joke. There was no way the Lando Norris would have selected you of all people for one of these coveted episodes.

Yes, your band was popular – you had recently sold out the Caesar’s Superdome for a one-night-only concert – but still! A Grand Prix-winning sensation knew of your existence, and wanted to talk to you!

You skimmed through the page, soaking in each word, your heart pounding faster as everything registered in your mind.

Dear Y/N L/N, 

You have been chosen to co-host Season 2, Episode 5 of Lights Out with Lando Norris, filming next Wednesday (Feb. 14) at 12:00 GMT. Please register below, as the link given will grant you access to the Zoom meeting room where the interview will be conducted.

Thank you.

It was short and sweet, but it seemed utterly surreal. For the rest of the day, you could not focus on anything else, your attention consistently tugged back to the email gleaming bright in your inbox. As soon as the day ended, and you wrapped up the rest of your work (writing out some plans for your next gig and scribbling down some lyrics), you registered.

Another email popped up soon after, thanking you once again for your quick reply. When you left the office, you nearly stumbled down the front steps in your dream-like haze. Even by midnight, hours past your usual bedtime, you were still mesmerized by the events of the day, surprised at the magnetic pull you must have had in order to garner such attention.

Marketing Poster for "Lights Out with Lando Norris", featuring Y/N L/N (2025):

Across the continent, Lando Norris was equally, if not more, distracted. He'd finally secured an episode on his show for you, something he'd been aiming to do since its foundation. Every time he thought he'd be able to, someone suggested an alternate celebrity, one that would generate better press and higher profits. It's not like Lando needed more money (he was nearly drowning in it), but he didn't want to be awkward or rude to his fans, who supported him so fervently.

But! After ages and ages, Lando had convinced the powers that be to let you on the show, and it had worked. Just a handful of days remained until he'd be able to talk to you, someone he'd admired since the start of your career.

Oscar and Max had teased him about it endlessly, telling him not to be a muppet, and Lando had prayed that he wouldn't be.

Then, the day had arrived.

Lando woke up that morning in a cold sweat, his body tense and hands shaking.

My nervous system really can't tell the difference between being held at gunpoint and talking to a woman I like, huh?, he thought to himself, annoyed, as he shaved his beard in the mirror and nearly dropped the razor.

He ate a few bites of his oatmeal, but couldn't finish it, his stomach was roiling so badly. It was ridiculous how worried he was. He'd conducted almost thirty interviews by this point, but yours was the one he was tripped up over.

Well, of course he was. You were funny, smart, and not to mention, absolutely stunning. There was no way he wasn't going to stutter and make a fool of himself.

Lando sat down in front of his laptop, the mic poised right in front of him. Two minutes until noon. He took a deep breath and clicked to start the recording.

Here goes nothing.

Snippets from the Interview:

Lando Norris: Tell me about your newest hit, "The Outside", and its backstory.

Y/N L/N: Basically, I am part of a larger group known as the Cherry Soda girl band. It's me, my guitarist Lanie, my saxophonist and bassist Amina, my pianist Izzy, and my drummer Aiko. We are all members of the BIPOC community. We are all people of color. And this song is our anthem, talking about the discrimination we have faced. Prejudice still is very evident, very prominent in society, and this song takes the point of view of someone who deals with it every day.

Lando Norris: That's incredible. Did you write it all on your own?

Y/N L/N: No, definitely not! (laughs) I had a lot of input from the other Cherry Soda girls, and I also talked to other people in my community. I'm currently in the process of creating a version of the song that has other people's voices in it. It takes inspiration from Paris Paloma's song "LABOUR", which does something very similar, and I'm going to credit her. Her work is incredible.

Lando Norris: So, why did you decide to form the Cherry Soda band?

Y/N L/N: And why did you decide to become a Formula One driver? Because it was my destiny, I knew that this was the path I am supposed to follow. Since I was little, I've been crafting songs and performing at talent shows. I've known the other girls since my days in secondary school, and we've always had this dream. It took a lot of hard work to make it a reality, but here we are.

Lando Norris: Cheeky.

Y/N L/N: Sorry! I didn't mean to be rude. (giggles)

Email from Lando Norris to Y/N (2025):

Two Weeks Later:

Interviewer: Your last episode with Y/N L/N on "Lights Out" was a hit! Will she be returning to the show?

Lando Norris: Unfortunately, she can't for the foreseeable future. She's going on tour, so she'll be very busy.

Interviewer: What a shame.

Poster for the "Fairytale" Tour, featuring Y/N L/N (2025):

Lando entered the Ticketmaster queue, his fingers crossed as he waited to purchase tickets for your tour in Los Angeles. If it didn't work out, he was screwed.

"You could just ask her directly," Oscar had pointed out unhelpfully. It was the epitome of embarrassing if Lando contacted you again and begged for tickets. No, he'd get it the normal way, and surprise you.

You are number 190 in line.

Lando breathed a sigh of relief, sinking in his chair. The arena had over 15000 seats, so he would absolutely be able to grab seats for him, Oscar, and Max.

When the screen reloaded to show available spots, Lando frantically tapped to select three tickets in the VIP section of the lower bowl. He didn't even look at the cost.

None of it mattered, if it meant he'd be able to see you again.

@ cherrysodagirls.updates: Opening night ✓

tagged: @ cherrysodagirls, @ yourusername, & 4 others

comments (10452):

@ user1: HAD THE BEST NIGHT OF MY LIFE!!!!

@ user2: hearing "the outside" live was a life-altering moment 🙏🏻

@ user3: So indebted to this band, I survived 2023 because of them

-> @ user4: they helped me get through a rough patch too. it's comforting to know how much music heals people ❤️‍🩹

@ landonorris: Awesome performance! Can't wait to see the rest of your tour and what you accomplish!

-> @ user5: we love men supporting women <3

-> @ user6: He wants her so bad omg

A Month Later

@ ln4lore: Pictures from @ yourusername and the Cherry Soda band's recent event at the SoFi Stadium, where Lando Norris was in attendance!

tagged: @ landonorris, @ yourusername, @ cherrysodagirls

comments (8371):

@ user7: AWEEE

@ user8: Slide 3 is hilarious omg, I can't stop laughing 😂

-> @ user5: THE UPSIDE DOWN GLASSES ARE SOOO SILLY

@ user9: Oh they together frrrr

You exited the backstage, your hair pulled up in a tight ponytail as sweat beaded on your skin. Another completed night full of raucous laughter and chorus singing, and you were exhausted.

As much as you were grateful for the opportunity to perform in front of an audience of thousands of people, you couldn't deny the fact that it sucked up all your energy.

You held the support bar as you walked down the stairs, your eyes scanning for the exit, where your limousine was waiting for you. The other girls had left almost as soon as the show was over, but you'd opted to stay behind and help with the clean-up process. It was the least you could do after the show you'd put on. All the confetti was a janitor's nightmare.

Your eyes snagged on a familiar figure, his head held high as he waited for you to walk over. Lando Norris.

Rumors had spread that he was in attendance tonight, but you'd chosen not to linger on it. He was extremely cute and interested in you, and exactly what you wanted in a boyfriend. If you were to have one, of course.

Lando grinned at you. "Congratulations, your show was amazing," he gushed, cheeks turning pink. "Your voice is like an angel."

"Thanks," you responded, smiling back shyly.

He tilted his head down, averting his eyes, suddenly embarrassed. "I really like you, Y/N. You're unbelievable."

"The feelings are mutual."

Lando's eyes widened to the size of saucers. "Really?"

You nodded. "You're funny, and you went through the effort to surprise me by attending one of my concerts. And you waited another two hours afterwards. That's very kind of you."

"Can I take you home, then?" he inquired bashfully.

You pretended to mull over it, not wanting to seem overeager, and inclined your head.

"You may."

The rest of that night, Lando showed you just how proud he was of you, worshiping every inch of your body like a mortal kneeling at the altar of a goddess.

─── ୨୧ ─── THE END ─── ୨୧ ───

[demonofheat]

"Only" one night

Choi Seungcheol x reader

pov: When your life doesn't like you and you're getting fucked in every possible situation. After a stormy breakup with a long-time boyfriend, you go to drink away your sorrows, so after much persuasion you went to a club with your friends for fun

words : 2k

warnings : subSeungchol x domReader, sex , oral, smut, for adults

English is not my native language/this is my first publication

There's nothing like a great birthday, discovering your long-time boyfriend cheating on you and now calming your tears with alcohol, isn't that a wonderful feeling. It was even better when I saw my boyfriend fucking his ex. His explanations were even more wonderful than the surprise he gave me "I'm sorry it was a moment of weakness" "it was a mistake she seduced me" "it's because you didn't have time for me". While I was working my ass off to pay the rent for our apartment this freeloader did nothing, lay around or played on the computer while I haven't slept well in a long time. So now I'm sitting in heels, a leather skirt and my beloved leather jacket.

"how long are you going to sip that drink" my dear friend asked me looking with a smirk "You kicked the ass out on the street in just your boxers and with a few suitcases, no other chick will give him the life you do"

"Let him go to hell, I earn more than all his friends, I have contracts with big brands, and I'm still wrong" I laughed

"You're a foreigner that's why" he laughed "You've been sitting here for 5 years but you don't have Asian facial features unlike us" he put his hand around my arm and started stroking it lightly

"Hiro please don't finish you off" I finished the contents of the glass

"Look my dear friend, a woman is broken for the first time let's be happy" he turned to Eric our friend who looked like he was sitting with us as a punishment

"She should hang out in clubs with her female friends, not us" Eric looked at them like they were idiots

"You know very well that I don't have too many female friends, I've got you, my sister is busy with work and you're always on hand" I smiled "Can I have another one" I turned to the bartender asking for another drink.

"We didn't come here to cheer you up, so find some guy and go away" Eric sighed

"I don't see anyone worth your attention" I grumbled boredly observing the entire club

"I guess being around pretty creatures has disturbed your sense of aesthetics, huh?" Hiro laughed "Let's go to the dance floor Eric"

"Hey, don't leave your friend with a broken heart alone" I tried to grab the hand of one of them to stop them Hiro just waved. At this point I was left alone at the bar, sitting lonely, my friends were having a great time on the dance floor, every now and then I sent them a murderous look "Fucking traitors" I thought. Moments passed and the ice in the glass began to turn into water. 

"I love my fucking life" I said bitterly

"Hey, what are you doing here all alone?" I heard broken English behind me, I looked over my shoulder, there stood a rather tall handsome man, black hair and dark eyes were very hypnotizing, a pretty boy. Dressed in black material pants and a matching shirt in the same color, his silver watch sparkled in the light of the club lights.

"You don't have to bother, I know Korean very well and that's how you can say I'm alone" I smiled, the guy sat down next to me, ordered himself a drink and the conversation began. The topics were very different from favorite colors, the music we listen to, to my stay in Korea, how long I've been here, etc. He was very surprised by my Korean, especially when he heard that I knew other ones.

"Do you work for a Korean company?" he asked

"I work like that day and night, sometimes I forget what it's like to sleep normally at night, and you?" I laughed

"You could say I feel the same way, my schedule is really tight, and this is one of the first times in months that I have free time" he smiled at me, god he seems like a muscular man but his smile is like a little child's "I guess I didn't introduce myself Seungcheol nice to meet you"

"Y/N nice to meet you too"

The conversation was great. Seungcheol sometimes caressed her neck explaining that he was fixing her hair, so we ordered a few more drinks. After a while, the alcohol started to work and gave me confidence.

"Your earrings and tattoos are nice, you can see them a little from under the jacket, are they butterflies?" he asked

"Yes" I slid the material of the jacket off one shoulder to show more "I have butterflies, moons, stars everything I like" I smiled. His hand approached my skin slowly stroking my exposed arm, his gaze studying the mascara stuck in my skin with great attention. I felt hot for a moment.

“Nice,” he whispered, "I couldn't wait any longer. I approached his face, put my hand on his thigh.

“Are we going to mine or your house ?” I asked quietly.

“To mine”

I slammed the door shut before he could say anything. He leaned against it, as if trying to catch his breath — and that was what I loved the most. That moment when he realized he had lost control. That there was no turning back. With a quick step, I directed us to the bed, pushed his body onto the soft surface.

“Sit,” I said quietly but firmly. Without a shadow of a doubt.

I saw a shadow of uncertainty in his eyes, maybe even surprise. But he did it. He sat obediently like a well-trained puppy.

I approached slowly, each of my steps was deliberate. I moved my fingers along his jaw and lifted his chin, forcing him to look me in the eye.

"You look so pretty when you know who you belong to," I whispered, brushing my lips against his cheek. "But you haven't earned it yet."

He sucked in a breath. He was tense, as if his whole body was begging for touch. He almost spoke, but I silenced him with one finger on his lips.

"Silence. Today you only speak when I let you."

I turned around, slowly sliding off my leather jacket. I could feel his gaze on me, hot, insatiable. I smiled under my breath.

"Hands behind your back. Look, but don't move."

When I looked back at him, I saw he was trembling. So strong, and yet completely defenseless against me. And that was it.

"You lie there, all tense, with your pride and a look that was supposed to break me. Did you think you were the one playing the game? That all those looks, touches, subtle provocations would disarm me?"

I stood over him and straddled his thighs, looking him straight in the eye. I cupped his face in my hands and leaned in so that our lips were millimeters apart.

"No. I let you believe you had power. But now... I'm taking it away from you. All of it."

I kissed him hard, deeply. I didn't ask. I took it.

He trembled under my hands, and a soft moan escaped his throat. I loved the sound of it - like a sigh of surrender.

"Today you are mine, Seungcheol. All of it. Without any discussion. Do you understand?"

"Yes..." he croaked. "Yes, Y/N."

I smiled with satisfaction. "Good boy."

I began to undress him slowly, with reverence. Every button, every layer – as if I was unwrapping a gift that had waited too long for me. Every touch of mine was a promise. Every look – an order.

He was mine that night. And I knew I would never let it be otherwise.

I slid his shirt off, my fingers brushing his tense muscles. He trembled under my touch, as if every movement of my hand burned him from the inside. I liked this feeling – knowing that one gesture of mine could turn his composure into a burning desire.

“Don’t move,” I said quietly, bringing my lips to his collarbone. I placed a languid kiss on it, then another, lower, slower… and another, until finally his body lifted slightly, as if begging for more.

I pinned his hips down with my thighs. “I said, don’t move.”

He closed his eyes, sucked in a breath through clenched teeth, but complied. I watched with pride as he fought with himself. His body screamed for attention, and I gave it only when I felt like it.

"You're so good," I whispered, my fingernails tracing his torso. "And so fucking mine."

I slid lower, slowly, deliberately, my gaze roaming his body. When I touched him through the material of his pants, he shivered. I smiled with satisfaction.

"Tell me what you want," I said quietly, not taking my eyes off him.

"You..." he whispered. "All of you. Now."

I shook my head, slowly unbuttoning his pants. "Not now. Now I decide how much you get. Or if at all."

His moan was quiet, pleading. I loved the tension—the way his strength yielded to my will. The way this confident man lay before me, disarmed, surrendered. I pulled the material down, slowly, leaving him naked, his body perfectly muscled and hard, his cock bigger than it was, and he was completely exposed to my gaze and my commands. I leaned down, brushing my lips against his—and then his body twitched as if from a jolt of electricity.

I looked him straight in the eye.

"Now you can move your hands," I finally said. "But only if you ask."

He was silent for a moment. Pride warred with lust.

“Please… Y/N… I beg you,” his voice was hoarse, true, broken.

This was the moment I had been waiting for. The moment of complete surrender.

“Good boy,” I whispered, moving his hands to where they were supposed to be. “Now you can truly feel what it means to be mine.”

And that was when I stopped being gentle.

He parted his lips as if to say something, but I didn’t let him get a word in. I pressed a finger against his lips, then simply took what I wanted. I slid lower, slowly, savoring his reactions—every breath, every twitching muscle.He was tense to the limit. I loved it.I loved having him like this—shaky, heated, completely mine.

The kisses turned into marks, the marks into teeth, and his hands—so reserved at first—balled into fists on the sheets as I ran my tongue along his inner thigh, giving him nothing but promise.

"Tell me you want more," I whispered, inches from his weakness.

"I want more."

I hummed in approval, moving my lips to where he most desired my presence.

"Tell me you need me."

"I need you. I need you now, Y/N."

I smiled. "And only me?"

"Only you," he rasped. "Always."

The "always" sounded like a promise. Or an oath. I'm not sure if it hit me at the time. But something inside me stirred. I slowly took hispenis to my mouth and I slowly started licking that red head, my movements were slow. I was enjoying the view. His eyes were begging for me as I took his entire length into my mouth, he threw his head back and tried to silence his moans but he failed the faster I moved my head the louder he moaned. When I felt that I had led him to the edge and I pulled back just before he crossed it. He looked down, his eyes wide, confused, staring at me like a revelation. I slowly stood up leaving him on the mattress, I started to pull my top up, revealing a lilac bra with lace butterflies. I looked into his eyes as I pulled down my skirt revealing a matching bottom. His gaze looked like he saw an angel.

I climbed on him, slowly, fully aware of my advantage. I ran my hands over his chest, his neck until finally I grabbed his chin, forcing him to look into my eyes.

"Look at me as I enter your world. " And then I pulled the material away from my pussy, started stroking my swollen lips, slowly I pushed two fingers inside myself to stretch, adjusting to the size of his penis. I moaned in front of him, the man looked at me with puppy eyes, between moans I kissed those thirsty lips, I pushed my tongue into his mouth and caressed myself as well as ruffled his dark soft hair. When I knew that I was properly prepared, I put on the condom that I had prepared for him earlier, after putting on protection I pushed his penis into my pussy, he was wonderful. He filled me up so beautifully that I couldn't help but praise Seungcheol. I slowly put him on the mattress, at that moment it was like I was sitting on him and I had this damn control. He was quiet - only a moan, a sigh, my name like a prayer. I was the one leading, I was bouncing on his thighs giving rhythm, sometimes faster, sometimes slower, to tease him. I saw in his eyes that this was exactly what he needed. He needed someone to take him off his pedestal, strip him of his pride, and leave only what was real.

And I was the one who did it with pleasure. Until finally his hand tightened on my hip with a force that said he was close. I increased the pace hearing his loud moans, I knew he was terribly close. I started to moan, I also felt that I was about to come, the pace was even. The boy's legs started to shake slightly and a warm sweat filled me, I felt it despite the layer of latex, I moved a few more times and I had an orgasm myself. When I collapsed on his torso, we were both breathing heavily, sweaty, broken, but damn full.

His arms closed around me with a force I had never known from him before.

"You're..." he began, but I cut him off with a kiss. "We're going to bed." I stroked his hair. 

"You were a very good boy today."

When I was already falling asleep I felt Seungcheol's slight movement and the sound of him writing something down. I didn't pay much attention to it, I slowly fell into the arms of sleep, I only felt a hand wrapping around my waist and stroking my back

[dreamofjoys]

𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐅𝐉𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒

— Act like an Angel, Dress like crazy

Participating fandoms: Genshin Impact, Honkai Star Rail (HSR), Twisted Wonderland (Twst), Ikemen Prince (IKEPRI), Ikemen Villain (IKEVIL), Lovebrush Chronicle (LBC), Wuthering Waves (WuWa), Love and Deepspace (LADs)

Please read the whole post before proceeding!

RULES

NO MINORS allowed, 18+ only ; I have said this many times and I will say it again. I do not want minors in this blog reading my fics / interacting with me. I am uncomfortable with it. I will be blocking blank blogs or blogs with no age indicator in their bio.

READ WITH CAUTION. Some kinks/content may not be for you. Content warning will be posted on every fic. Make sure to read them carefully (lmk if i miss out anything!)

DO NOT REPORT my fics! This happened in 2022 & majority of my fics got hidden away, I had a hard time tracking them back as people were requesting for it. If you don't like what I write or hate seeing my content, simply block me and move on. I will also be deleting and blocking hate comments.

THIS YEAR'S KINKTOBER SPECIAL / NOTES:

♡ Event will be divided into 4 series

- Short fic series (short headcannons of 2 characters per day) - Full fic series (more words + features 1 character per day) - Threesome series (you read that right, threesome. enjoy 2 men fucking/fighting over you. or maybe they will cooperate together to make you feel good) - Gangbang / Dragon series (heavily demanded lmao if you have read my fic 'The Dragon's Beloved' then yeah same lineup same characters // expect to be f by multiple dragons // this is for my followers who have been waiting for a long time)

♡ All fics are strictly character/characterS x afab/fem reader

♡ Expect content such as Noncon, Dubcon, kidnapping and etc. They apply to certain fics only

♡ Fics will be posted at 6pm sharp (GMT +8) basically 1hr slower than jp/kr timing - queued posting

♡ As I am typing this, I have yet to finish writting all fics. There may be delays (I hope not because I really want to finish this) Please forgive me if you don't see the full list of fics.

♡ I will not be doing taglist. As mentioned previously, the fics will be queued for posting. I may not be available at that timing to do tagging

♡ To navigate this year's kinktober fics, you can refer to this post for the full masterlist OR search #dreamofjoyskinktober2024 on my blog (in the event that the links on this post does not work)

KINKTOBER SCHEDULE —

SHORT FIC SERIES (separated)

Day 1 ➤ Gun Play ♡ Boothill (HSR) , Gilbert (IKEPRI)

Day 2 ➤ Mirror Sex ♡ Dr Ratio (HSR) , Prefect Luminary (LBC)

Day 3 ➤ Hate Sex ♡ Blade (HSR) , Alhaitham (Genshin)

Day 4 ➤ Masochist ♡ Sunday (HSR) , Geshu Lin (WuWa)

Day 5 ➤ Manhandling ♡ Danfeng (HSR) , Chevalier (IKEPRI)

Day 6 ➤ Clothes Grinding ♡ Zayne , Sylus (LADs)

Day 7 ➤ Somnophilia ♡ Ayato (Genshin) , Malleus (Twst)

Day 8 ➤ Thigh Riding ♡ Nanook (HSR) , Chevalier (IKEPRI)

Day 9 ➤ Aphrodisiac ♡ Jiaoqiu (HSR) , Neuvilette (Genshin)

Day 10 ➤ Degradation ♡ Cael , Prefect Luminary (LBC)

Day 11 ➤ Breeding Kink ♡ Zhongli (Genshin) , Lilia (Twst)

Day 12 ➤ Face Sitting ♡ Sunday , Nanook (HSR)

Day 13 ➤ Cock Warming ♡ Neuvilette (Genshin) , Malleus (Twst)

Day 14 ➤ Mutual Masturbation ♡ Chevalier , Gilbert (IKEPRI)

FULL FIC SERIES

Day 15 ➤ Bondage ♡ Blade (HSR)

Day 16 ➤ Vouyeurism ♡ Jingyuan (HSR)

Day 17 ➤ Orgasm Control ♡ Gilbert (IKEPRI)

Day 18 ➤ Somnophilia ♡ Chevalier (IKEPRI)

Day 19 ➤ Body Worship ♡ Zayne (LADs)

Day 20 ➤ Corruption ♡ Sunday (HSR)

Day 21 ➤ Monster Fucking ♡ Malleus (Twst)

THREESOME SERIES

Day 22 ➤ Public Sex ♡ Jiyan & Geshu Lin (Wuwa)

Day 23 ➤ Shower Sex ♡ Cael & Prefect Luminary (LBC)

Day 24 ➤ Oviposition ♡ Neuvilette & Zhongli (Genshin)

Day 25 ➤ Deepthroating ♡ Jingyuan & Blade (HSR)

Day 26 ➤ Spanking/Mating Press ♡ Chevalier & Gilbert (IKEPRI)

Day 27 ➤ Overblot Smut ♡ Leona & Malleus (Twst)

Day 28 ➤ Daddy Kink ♡ Victor & William (IKEVIL)

Day 29 ➤ Oviposition ♡ DanHeng & DanFeng (HSR)

GANGBANG / DRAGON SERIES

Characters involved for both fics: Neuvilette, Zhongli (Genshin), Malleus (Twst), Danheng, Danfeng (HSR)

Day 30 ➤ Sex Toys

Day 31 ➤ Hunter & Prey

I do not own any of the above characters. Please do not repost/translate/plagiarize any of my works. I do not condone any irl actions of my fics. I made the banners myself. Please do not save/copy.

[mocchiixxx]

Seventeen's 95z Yandere One-Shot Trilogy # | 2: Sweetest Lies

Genre: Dark Yandere, Psychological Manipulation, Obsessive Romance

Yoon Jeonghan x Famous Actress Reader

Inspo Lyrics:

“Now you can’t escape, I'm getting closer to you…”

“I’ll cover you in my darkness, 'til you can't see a way out.”

Summary: You thought Seungcheol was dangerous, but Jeonghan? He’s a master of manipulation. A new drama with him traps you in a web of obsession, lies, and twisted affection. He’ll keep you close, so close, until there’s no way out.

🍒Trilogy#1 • 😇Trilogy#2 • 🦌 Trilogy#3

You thought Seungcheol was the danger.

But Jeonghan?

He made danger look like a lullaby.

Your agency had barely released a statement about your break when a new drama offer landed on your desk.

No auditions. No PR noise. Just a script. A handwritten note:

“You don’t have to act anymore. Just feel.”

You should’ve said no. But the lead male role?

Yoon Jeonghan.

He was perfect. Too perfect. Long hair framing soft features, smile always lingering a second too long.

You told yourself you were fine. He was just a co-star.

But then he called you by your real name in a scene that never gave it away.

“Getting closer, getting closer, I’m getting closer to you…”

At first, it was subtle.

Your schedule was easier. You were always assigned rooms next to his.

He bought you your favorite drink before you mentioned it. He comforted you when rumors about your disappearance resurfaced, always with those delicate words:

“Don’t worry. I’ll protect you. No one will hurt you again.”

You smiled. Not knowing he meant everyone. Even you.

One night, you tried to walk away.

The moment the wrap party ended, you escaped through the back exit— heels in hand, jacket clutched tight, breathing sharp from anxiety.

He was already there.

“Why do you keep running from me?”

His voice wasn’t gentle this time.

“I’ve been so patient. So kind. And you keep looking at me like I’m the villain.”

You shook your head. “You’re scaring me, Jeonghan.”

He took a step forward. His smile dropped.

“Then I’m finally doing something right.”

“Closer, my darkness surrounds you…”

The next morning, you woke up in a different apartment. Smelled like lavender and old books. Not yours. But familiar.

Photos lined the wall. Not paparazzi pictures. Moments no one should’ve been able to capture. You, reading in your trailer. You, crying backstage. You… smiling at Jeonghan, unaware he was watching from the shadows.

He sat across from you, slicing an apple.

“You were never safe with him.” He didn’t say Seungcheol’s name. But you both knew.

“He wanted to own you. I just want you to love me back.”

You whispered “This is insane.”

He smiled, tilting his head.

“Then fall in love with insanity. You were always so good at pretending. Try it with me.”

“Don’t hide it, don’t avoid it, just face me…”

He never chained you.

Never locked you in.

But the moment you tried to leave, he whispered from behind...

“If you walk out, I’ll show the world what he did to you.”

You froze.

“They’ll believe it, too. I’ve collected the footage. All of it.” He walked in front of you. Lifted your chin.

“You think I’m obsessed? No, sweetheart. I’m invested.” He leaned in close. “And no one invests in you like I do.”

“Getting closer to your breath… 'til you can’t breathe me out.”

He told the press you were dating.

He told your agency you were in love.

And you?

You stayed silent.

At night, he read your old scripts aloud, rewriting the endings. In each version, you ran away from danger— into his arms.

Then comes the day when he burned the final pages.

“You don’t need fiction anymore.” His kiss was slow. Poisonous. Addictive.

You cried after.

He held you through it.

“I’ll lie for you. Kill for you. Die for you.”

His voice was steady.

“But if you ever try to leave…” His hand tightened around your waist.

“I’ll make sure there’s no script left to save you.”

Now, the world sees you as Jeonghan’s beloved.

They envy your smiles, your chemistry, your storybook romance. They don’t see the cracks in your mask. They don’t hear the whispered threats beneath his lullabies.

But you stay.

You smile.

Because if Seungcheol caged you with fear, Jeonghan buried you in love.

And maybe, just maybe... you prefer this kind of death.

END. (But there’s still one more getting closer.)

[wildstar25]

Honeymoon finale - Solution Nine

[G'raha] : "So you have been asked to fight for Solution Nine's entertainment... My love, it's not that I doubt your judgment, but are you sure this is something you should get involved in?" [Arsay]: "If I can use my skills to uplift the people of this place, don't see why I shouldn't, yeah? Plus, I'll need to find something to do while Shtola's investigating the gate." [Y'shtola]: "And here I've been preparing for your inevitable begging to join." [Arsay]: "Even I can admit there's work you do better alone. ..That said, I'll miss you every tick." [Y'shtola]: "I'll be but a call away, dear. What of you, Raha?" [G'raha]: "Likely continuing our in-depth report of the golden city; for the Student's records. Should the opportunity present itself that I may spectate a match featuring my most beloved star however..." [Y'shtola]: "Then you shall ensure you cheer her on with enough fever for the both of us." [Arsay]: "Heh! I'll be sure to keep you apprised of my schedule. ... <sighs> I guess this means our vacation is over. It's been fun, ay? Every moment I share with you both is a memory I will forever treasure; but these past two weeks... I've no words for how wonderful it's been. Shtola, Raha, I love you." [Y'shtola]: "And I, you." [G'raha]: <nods> "Beyond measure." [Arsay]: "Now, with this being our last night of fun and all; I've an idea in mind on how to spend it."

<<prev.

[pukefactory]

- dw req !!

---> Yandere Gigi x Reader hcs

---> SFW , angsty (?)

- tysm if you do so !! :>

✦ ─ ˗ˋ SENSE OF SELF ˊ˗ ─ ✦

➽ Summary: Headcannons Featuring Yandere Gigi X Reader

➽ Character(s): Gigi (Dandy’s World)

➽ Genre: Headcannons, SFW

➽ Warning(s): None - Completely Safe!

➽ Image Credits: BlushCrunch Studio

➸ Gigi adores collecting things, and you are no exception. You’re her ultimate prize, her rarest find—the one thing she refuses to share. If anyone even looks at you for too long, she’s quick to slot herself between you and them with a wide, knowing grin. “Mine,” she hums, holding onto your sleeve like you might slip away if she loosens her grip.

➸ Her hoarding tendencies extend to anything that reminds her of you. Trinkets from places you’ve visited together, napkins with your doodles, even things you’ve barely touched. If you ever wonder where your missing bracelet or favorite pen went, don’t worry—it’s safely stored in the ever-growing Gigi Collection™.

➸ Gigi’s a tricky one. She’s always playing innocent, always flashing that mischievous smirk, but her methods of keeping you close? Subtle. It starts with her dragging you along on her adventures, claiming she needs a sidekick. Then it’s her holding onto your sleeve so you “don’t get lost.” Before you know it, your entire schedule revolves around her.

➸ She has zero shame when it comes to teasing you. Expect constant flirty remarks and dramatic swooning—“Oh, my beloved! You wound me with your rejection!”—even when you haven’t rejected her. If she catches you talking to someone else? She slouches against the nearest surface with a tragic sigh, muttering about her heartbreak.

➸ Gigi has no problem making little promises—like meeting you at a specific time or helping you with something—but anything bigger? She conveniently forgets. Unless, of course, it involves keeping you by her side. Those promises? Unbreakable. You’re not leaving. She won’t let you.

➸ If she ever catches you trying to avoid her (why would you do that? So mean), she’s got a million tricks up her sleeve to reel you back in. A fake crisis? An “urgent” mystery only you can solve? She’s not above playing a little dirty. And if that fails? Well… she could always misplace your house key. Oops!

➸ Gigi loves leaving little “gifts” for you—trinkets she’s “found” (stolen), gacha capsules with oddly specific prizes (bribes), or notes scribbled in messy handwriting. Some are simple—“Missed you today! Don’t do it again. ♡” Others? A bit more unsettling. “Saw you talking to someone new. They’re funny! But I’m funnier, right?”

➸ She likes to joke about keeping you in her gachapon head—“I bet you’d fit in here.”—and she says it so casually that it’s impossible to tell if she’s kidding. The way her grin lingers a second too long doesn’t help.

➸ If you ever get too close to someone else, Gigi has her own way of dealing with them. Nothing violent, of course! Just a few well-placed pranks. Their stuff goes missing, their shoelaces always seem to be mysteriously tied together, and any attempt to hang out with you? Interrupted by Gigi conveniently showing up. Every. Single. Time.

➸ At the end of the day, Gigi is a chaotic, unpredictable mess of a yandere—but she’s also terrifyingly good at what she does. No chains, no threats, no locked doors—just an overwhelming presence that slowly makes it impossible to imagine a life without her. And, well… why would you even want to?

[yeahspider]

goodnight n go ❄️

a/n- finally finished this draft from 11 months ago. (yeah I suck ik) but then I didn't really finish it bc the ending is a tad abrupt. but that's just kinda how I am. this is a cute lil angst/comfort fic featuring felix (my beloved) very sfw and gn reader. enjoy and feel free to stop by my inbox with requests!! happy reading beloveds <3

Long distance was never easy. You both knew this when you started dating. But Felix was convinced you could make it work.

You met him accidentally. Spending a semester in Korea was turning out to be a more lonely experience than you ever could’ve imagined. You often found yourself counting down the days until you could leave. But then you met Felix, and all of a sudden, you wanted to stop the clock.

But unfortunately, freezing time wasn’t a skill you possessed. So as you packed your final items in your bag you thought about the first time you met him.

It was a warm day. Sun was shining occasionally through the clouds as you leaned your head against the cafe window. Today was going terribly. You were late to your classes because you overslept and then your professor was kind enough to let you know that you were one bad grade away from falling the semester. Not even your favorite green tea latte could brighten your day. Until he asked to sit with you. And all of a sudden you didn’t need the sun . he shined brighter than it ever could. Smile sparkling in the light of the cafe. He was gorgeous, so of course you said yes.

Laptop open you tried to concentrate on your lecture notes but the way he smelt was distracting. Consuming your inner monologue, oranges, and vanilla swirl together in a strikingly pleasant way.

His fingers waved in front of your face snatching your attention. Apparently, he had been talking to you for the past five minutes while you were absorbed in your thoughts about him. Laughing when you gave him a confused look. You had no idea what he had just said. It didn't seem to bother him too much. Restating himself with a smile on his face. His teeth were perfectly white and straight. Did he not own a single flaw?

But that was five months ago. In those months you fell in love with everything that was Lee Felix. You had never known a love so warm and positive. With his help you fixed your grades, even making the dean's list. He took you around Seoul showing you sites you never would've visited on your own. Meeting his friends who welcomed you with open arms. You felt so accepted. You weren't alone anymore.

Zipping up your last suitcase you had five minutes to say goodbye to your apartment that held so many memories for you. The kitchen where you shred your first kiss. That same day you burnt a batch of cookies together. More your fault than anything, but Felix didn't make you feel bad for it. Even taking a bite out of one to make the smile return to your face. The door you crossed so many times with him in tow. Body on body as you fumbled your way to the couch. Laughing when he tripped on the rug.

It was all over, for the foreseeable future at least. Your visa expiring forced you to leave behind the only love you've ever known. Felix wasn't even able to see you off at the airport. He had a strict schedule he couldn't stray from, not that you would let him. He had already done so much for you. You wouldn't risk his job just so you could have a few more moments of comfort. You weren't that selfish.

Stepping on the plane and finding your seat you wondered what would happen if you had never met. Would you be spared from the pain squeezing your heart with every breath? No. You don't regret him. You couldn't, not after all the kindness he showed you. Not after all the love

Closing your eyes, you lay your head back on the seat. The window blinds were closed so the sunlight wouldn't touch you. It reminded you too much of your own sun. Seats all around you filled up, but the two next to you remained empty, just reminding you of how lonely you were becoming again.

Suddenly you felt a dip in the seat beside you. Causing you to jolt up, ready to make room for the newcomer. When you looked you saw the familiar blonde that warmed your days.

"is that seat taken?" Felix asked with the biggest grin on his face. You quickly pulled him down into the seat and hugged him as tight as you could. Not believing it was really him. gently wiping tears from your cheek you didn't even realize were falling. He hushed your cries as he pulled you close.

"I convinced the company to let me work from home. So I can follow you anywhere. You didn't think I was seriously going to let you leave without me were you?"

[khys-treasure-box]

AN: Obligatory Valentine's Day post, I know. ^^' Besides that, there's truly not enough Seth X Reader content out there, so this is a perfect excuse to fill out the Seth X Reader tag more for my fellow Seth enjoyers!

CW: Pure fluffy V-Day shenanigans with our beloved PubSec cat boy Seth! <3 Reader is only ever referred to as you and given no explicit features, so totally gender and otherwise neutral! His job does kinda throw a wrench in things, but it doesn't cause too much harm in the end.

Valentine's Day with Seth is bound to be interesting. I mean, how could it not be with him?

Getting him to voluntarily take time off is usually such a struggle because he's just so dedicated to his work, but Valentine's Day is one of the few cases where he'll actually do it. He did probably need a bit of convincing through the combined efforts of you and his work colleagues the first time, but now he typically just requests the day off well in advance. He'll always be committed to his job, sure, but he's equally as committed to you! He loves you to bits, so he's more than happy to take a day off just to be able to spend it all with you.

Problem is, despite how easy it'd be to believe it would be a slow day, Valentine's Day is actually a very busy day for Public Security. Even with Seth taking the day off in advance, there's a chance he'll end up going in for some amount of time anyways because the Lumina Square branch might be swamped without the extra help. By no means does he want to leave you high and dry on Valentine's Day, trust me, he absolutely doesn't, but duty calls. PubSec needs to have as many officers as they can to help settle out the, unfortunately, many ridiculous disputes folks tend to get into before they can spiral out of control and cause too much trouble. On top of the obligatory couple's squabbles, bad actors are bound to be about in droves just itching to take advantage of the day's festivities to wreak havoc.

He may not be working the whole day, but it'll likely never quite soothe the sting of having to spend even part of the day by yourself when you two originally had plans for the entire day. Not to mention the worrying. Being with a PubSec officer is kind of a natural cause for concern, after all, who knew what he'd have to deal with on a day-to-day basis? His daily schedule could range anywhere from some paperwork and a few petty issues to fighting who-knows-what in some Hollow. It just makes the wait for him to get back home all the more troubling.

The moment he's back, he's absolutely gonna be showering you with apologies for letting work ruin what was supposed to be a day just for you two. Seth would do practically anything to make things right. Hell, he might even promise to take a whole week off just to make up for it! He genuinely feels awful for letting other things get in the way of time with you. So much of the day has passed by already that there's probably hardly time to do much.

Well, there would hardly be time if you two didn't live in New Eridu. Lucky for you two, there's a good chunk of places that stay open a little bit later on the holidays, so as it turns out, you've still got some time to go out and enjoy your Valentine's Day together after all! Honestly, even if you couldn't go out, it's the quality time that matters most, right?

In any case, by the time you two are done with your celebrating for the day, Seth's probably gonna be cuddled up next to you with his tail wrapped around whatever part of you it can reach. <3

[steddieunderdogfics]

This week’s writer spotlight feature is:  @toedenandbackagain! ToEdenandBackAgain has 7 fics posted to AO3 in the Stranger Things fandom and all of them are in the Steddie tag!

Our anonymous nominator recommends the following works by @toedenandbackagain:

hold me now, i need relief

hot (sticky, sweet)

sweet to taste (saccharine)

A Sign of The Morning

seasons change (so do we)

"Her fanfics are what got me into Steddie and Stranger Things and for that I am eternally grateful for that. (Also thank you again for reposting your fanfics back on AO3!!!)" -- anonymous

Below the cut, @toedenandbackagain answered some questions about their writing process and some of their recommended work!

Why do you write Steddie?

The urge to write Steddie really took me by surprise if I’m honest. I watched the first half of Season 4 (the superior half, imho), and something about Eddie’s character made me feel like he had way more to offer than what he was being given in canon. So when he and Steve started making eyes at one another, I was immediately on board.

What’s your favorite trope to READ?

I love reading enemies to lovers, or enemies to friends to lovers. I love a slow burn like nothing else, the slower the better. I think there's so much opportunity in building a relationship within a fic, especially one that was originally not friendly.

What’s your favorite trope to WRITE?

I love writing “long term pining” type fics. Especially of the “they're both in love with one another and neither realize it” variety. There's so much to explore in that sort of story and I love making the characters suffer just a little.

What’s your favorite Steddie fic?

This question keeps me up at night because I love so many aspects of so many Steddie stories, which is such a cop out of an answer, I know 😂 I think that a Steddie story that has forever stuck with me was “Looks Like You're Hungry, Looks Like You're Drowning” by Capriciously_Terminal. Something about it just lingers, it was beautifully written. “Are You Flagging?” By soidade (my beloved) is also a forever favourite, it was the fic I was obsessively reading in my car before work. And during work. And at home.

Is there a trope you’re excited to explore in a future work but haven’t yet?

I would love to explore time loops in a fic but I am just so overwhelmed with how to start. It was originally The Lathe by palm violet that sparked that urge and  I've never been able to shake it.

What is your writing process like?

I keep a log of every fic idea I ever come up with, even if it is just a handful of sentences or a quick snippet. Specific pairing ideas get grouped together, but as I'm writing I will usually come back to my Google doc of doom and scroll through to see if anything jumps out at me that could work with what I'm currently writing. I try to start with at least a rough structure of events before going in with the details, and I like to know vaguely how I intend for something to end before I even start writing. From there, I just go. I find writing in chronological order very difficult, so I like to write big scenes first, and fill in the gaps. I also love useless tidbits, little character quirks that go nowhere and mean nothing in the grand scheme of things but round out who I'm writing about and what their bigger picture story is outside of the story I'm telling.

Do you have any writing quirks?

I love to write on my phone. I know it isn’t for everyone, but I find some of my best writing work gets done when I’m hunched over my phone in the weirdest spots. Entire chapters of A Sign of the Morning were written in various office waiting rooms, on public transit, or from my work lunchroom.

Do you prefer posting when you’ve finished writing or on a schedule?

I want to say posting when I’ve finished, but considering I wrote A Sign of the Morning in 12 days, and updated every day the exact moment I finished the chapter (no beta, no proofread, please forgive any and all absolutely horrific mistakes of that fic, they haunt me), I know that’s not the truth. I love sharing my stories, and I am always wanting to immediately put it out there for people. Posting when finished is, however, one of my goals as a writer. I would like to give readers a much more consistent upload schedule from me, and I’d love the comfort of knowing everything was finished.

Which fic are you most proud of?

This is another one of these questions that had me stumped for a long time. Part of me wants to say A Sign of the Morning, because it is, to date, my longest completed fic, as well as the fic that has gotten the most attention in my entire fanfiction writing history. But it has a lot of flaws. A lot. But at the same time, it meant so much to me that any other answer feels wrong.

How did you get the idea for A Sign of the Morning?

I loved the idea that Steve and Eddie had to have crossed paths before at some point, and I had always loved Steve’s growth as a character in the series but I felt like it was missing something. Some of the first few scenes that I imagined were the swing set scene, and the final fight Steve has with his parents. I enjoy stories that have character growth amid romance, and I wanted asotm to have that. From there, it really took on its own life. But from the moment I first had the idea, I wanted the story to have a specific feeling, which eventually led to how I chose the name. I wanted this fic to feel like the moment you have after the worst night of your life, the night you didn't know if you would make it out the other side. And then on the horizon, you can see the sun coming up, and you realize that you've made it. Steve's journey with his sexuality, his friendship, his relationships- familial, platonic, and romantic, and his growth into adulthood amidst a whole ton of supernatural trauma was what I wanted to write about- with Steddie to weave it together.

When writing A Sign of the Morning, what was something you didn’t expect?

The response for this fic is nothing I've ever experienced in around 15 years of writing. I've never had that sort of attention on my work, and I'm so grateful for every person who left a comment, a kudos, or a kind message at my Tumblr. I was also shocked how much of it just … happened. I had a few key plot points when I started writing, but some chapters and storylines (the party at the Byers-Hopper house, El’s “tattoos”, the fight between Jason and Steve) just fit and almost wrote themselves.

What inspired sweet to taste (saccharine)?

I hadn’t intended on continuing the story from hot (sticky, sweet), but once I had posted it I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I hadn’t really written a one shot like that before, where nothing actually happened between the characters and it was left hanging in the air with a “will they/won’t they”, and something about the one shot felt unfinished. But I also didn’t want to add another chapter, because I liked the standalone nature of the original and I wanted people who were happy with the ending to have the option to leave it as a flirty oneshot.

What was your favorite part to write from hot (sticky, sweet)?

The scene at the end of the story, outside Starcourt where Steve and Eddie are talking to one another was my favourite part to write. As much as the excess of samples scene holds a place in my heart, so many of my favourite lines are from that final scene. Eddie giving Steve his number by writing it on his arm and Steve sneaking Eddie into the theater really stick out in my mind.

How do/did you feel writing hold me now, i need relief?

The fic was originally inspired by the most beautiful piece of artwork by littleststarfighter on Tumblr, and from there the story really came together way faster than I was expecting. It was a harder fic to write than I anticipated. I wanted to explore a little bit of what Eddie’s life would be like if he survived, considering just how bad his injuries would have been. I have two conditions that cause chronic pain, and experienced an accident several years ago that exacerbated both of them to the point of not being able to get out of bed some days. Pouring a lot of those feelings into Eddie, writing the fic felt like a massive cathartic release and kind of a forgiveness to my past self for some of the things I had been hanging on to.

What was the most difficult part of writing seasons change (so do we)?

Right now, the actual writing part of it. I have the entire fic planned out scene to scene in a google doc somewhere, and this thing is fighting me every step of the way. Other than that, the hardest part of the chapters that are actually posted was probably getting into the heads of the characters from before we’ve known them, and making it seem realistic to who they are in canon. Writing bitchy Steve Harrington was a blessing and a curse, it was important to me to write him in a way that felt like he could connect seamlessly into S1 Steve Harrington without feeling disjointed.

Do you have a favorite scene and/or line from any of your fics?

Steve's final fight with his parents from A Sign of the Morning was in the works from the moment I started writing and when I finally got to it, everything felt perfect. The line where Steve asks his mother to let him leave is one I'm forever proud of. The final scene of a sign of the morning is another I'm partial to. Quiet, comforting love.

Do you have any upcoming projects or fics you’d like to share/promote?

I'm getting back into writing! Slowly. Very slowly. I do have an ongoing Steddie WIP that haunts me throughout the day and I hope to update it soon.

Outside of these questions, Is there anything YOU would like to add?

So many people have reached out to me about a sign of the morning helping them come to terms with their sexuality, or that it helped them feel comfortable coming out, and for some others it even made them realize that they were in bad relationships with people around them and I am forever honored to have had something I wrote have that kind of impact. Fanfiction got me through some of the darkest times in my life and for anyone who is in a place like Steve, or Eddie, or even any of the other characters and they are fighting every day to just exist in a world that's so much harder than it needs to be- I'm so proud of you. So proud.

Thank you to our author, @toedenandbackagain, and our nominator! See more of ToEdenandBackAgain's works featured on our page throughout the day!

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