#secretly frenemies au

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Tfp au where the jasper trio are cybertronions,the autobots and decepticons are still cybertronions in this au but here's the plot twist,MicDrop(Miko) plays the role of megatron,CrackerJack(Jack) plays the role of Optimus,HackRate(Raf) plays the role of soundwave before switching to the autobots and becoming bumblebee,BUT THERES MORE PLOT TWISTS,MicDrop Accidentally started the war and had no choice but to play along as the leader,it originally started off as a small rebel until she said some charismatic stuff and next thing you know their worshipping her as a leader,they secretly keep in contact because they have the mentality of teenagers but the body of full grown mechs because of some allspark primus divergence so everyone assumes they're adults,Megatron and Optimus are the second in commands in this au and they have no clue theyre leaders who are on rival sides of the war are teenagers that keep in contact,MicDrop changes her name to Microzus,CrackerJack changes his name to CrimSonJaeger(this is a pacific rim reference) and HackRate changes his name to RazorEzquivel

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Trophy Husband - Chapter 5

Hyunjin x Reader (fem.) Genre: Arranged Marriage au!, Marriage of Convenience-ish, Romance, Angst, Frenemies-to-Lovers, NSFW (mdni) Warnings: mentions of cursing, drinking, crude language, somewhat proofread WC: 6.0k A/N: Last chapter of the year! I hope the slight insight into y/n melts away any frustrations the previous chapter left. Our bickering-couple will see you again in 2025! Feedback, Reblogs, Likes are greatly appreciated! Happy reading! ── MASTERLIST

Synopsis: Two individuals with polar opposite lifestyles are thrown into an arranged marriage for the benefit of both their families, or so they claim. One is a frivolous playboy, living off familial wealth, while the other is an overly controlling workaholic. Navigating their marriage with a business-like approach, their relationship is marked by a whirlwind of bickering, banter, and societal pressures. Amid misunderstandings, they uncover layers of unexpected qualities, eventually discovering a sweet love neither saw coming.

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As a child, Y/N Yeom had always been compared to a bird, lost in her own world. 

Soaring freely, high above, doing as she pleased as her parents’ only child. One of the perks of having no competition with a sibling. 

She chased her imagination, colorful dreams unfurling in her mind.

It was something her parents bragged about. How independent she was. How ambitious she was. How proud she would make them.

It was something her parents would come to regret as she entered her teenage years. The extracurricular activities they had piled onto her as a child, aimed at making her well-rounded and talented in many fields, from dancing to piano to art, would soon return to haunt them. 

Especially when the Yeom heiress declared she wanted to be an artist.

Her mother had laughed at it. 

A sound that still echoed in Y/N’s mind. It had been a laugh muffled by her fingers, her face a alight with amusement as she stared back at her young daughter, clearly finding the idea more humorous than anything else.

“Don’t say such silly things Y/N”

Words that still rang in her memories.

Her carefree world began to shatter.

Then came the hiding. 

The pretense of attending tutoring classes designed to prepare her to follow in her father’s footsteps, while she secretly slipped into the art program she had forged her mother’s signature to join, started swiftly.

For the most part, she had gotten away with it. That was, until her art teacher called her parents after she won a competition. One whose name she couldn’t even remember anymore.

Her father was furious when he found out. Perhaps she would have been too if she was in his place. Although, she believed she wouldn’t have allowed her child to hide their passions in the first place.

She wouldn’t have laughed at their dreams.

Y/N started growing bitter. Her carefree world shattered even more.

She had always been sort of an outcast amongst the other children in her social circle, although self-appointed.

They seemed to lack their own dreams, their own passions. Happily following the plans their parents had drawn out for them, while she struggled to even hang up her art pieces with pride. 

The first time Y/N had properly seen Hwang Hyunjin was back in school. The academy they attended was full of children of the elite, cliques of those who loved to flaunt their good looks and their parents’ wealth. One of which the second Hwang son was also in, though she never truly cared enough to acquaint with him, let alone keep his name memorized.

If she tried to recall when his name had become a familiar one in her memories, she would probably say that swim championship he had won for their school. A first time win after six years of their academy losing. Only for Hwang Hyunjin to hold the winner title for his entire academic career.

She had always been acutely aware of his existence, hearing his name here and there throughout school, catching glimpses of the supposedly handsome Hwang Hyunjin in the halls, at events her parents dragged her to. Types of events where she would hole away at some random empty room after initial greetings. 

The first time Y/N had taken a proper look at him was in one of these events, in her search for an empty room she would spend the evening in before it was time to leave. She had stumbled upon Hyunjin, the handsome second son of the Hwangs.

Handsome he was, his gaze snapped to hers the moment she entered. Their eyes locked for the first time as she stood frozen in the doorway, catching him in a …compromising position. 

His lips had been locked with the school president’s. But at the sound of the door, the two broke apart almost instantly. Hyunjin wiped his mouth casually, while the school president, usually prim and proper, sputtered, her eyes darting between his and Y/N’s equally stunned expressions.

   “Ah—Sorry...” Y/N had muttered awkwardly, closing the door behind her as she blinked at the odd combination she had walked in on.

The school president cornered her in halls the following day, pleading eyes already giving way to her request. To not tell anyone she was with Hwang Hyunjin, the apparent “black sheep” of his family, a detail Y/N hadn’t known until that moment, though it wasn’t something she even cared for.

She had her own problems to deal with, and who the school president was or wasn’t making out with, didn’t even register on her radar. She barely even remembered the event, let alone have time to run around and spread gossip.

Still, Y/N promised. And then, just a few weeks later, she found herself witnessing another scene, some other cheerleader pulling the “black sheep” of the Hwang family behind the bleachers.

A sight that would become more familiar than his existence itself.

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The shower water running down her skin should have felt relieving. Should have helped her loosen up, the hot scorching water that always managed to help her relax after a long strenuous day, tingling yet soothing. But as Y/N stood beneath the shower, the one place she usually found peace, her mind refused to settle. Instead, she found herself staring at the water swirling down the drain, her thoughts drifting back to what had happened between her and Hyunjin.

Back to the memory of her trophy husband, kneeling before her, his piercing gaze locked onto hers with a mixture of astonishment and something more. Something darker, more desirous.

And suddenly she was heavily aware of Hyunjin just outside, in the bedroom where he had trudged into after feeling lightheaded.

It seemed he really had exerted too much energy, the alcohol in his system, the confinement between her legs, the exhaustion afterwards. All overtaking him almost instantly. Y/N had even helped him into the bed. 

He had muttered things under his breath, a chuckle escaping through his mumbles as he had tried to keep his eyes open. Yet, ultimately he had lost that battle and soon his breathing had grown shallow.

Y/N had stared down at his passed out form, gnawing at her bottom lip as her eyes trailed over him. Ultimately retreating in for a shower to clear her head.

Yet the shower didn’t seem to clear anything at all.

Instead she felt even more conflicted. 

The scraps of Hwang Hyunjin she could find in her memories resurfaced as she tried to recall as best as she could. Yet every single one of them seemed to be of him with a pretty girl on his arm.

But now here he was, the pretty man on her arm.

The bathroom door had opened with a soft click, Y/N peeked out to glance back into the bedroom, her trophy husband’s body still tucked under the duvet as she had left him. The bedroom was lit dimly, the bedside lamp casting a soft glow, allowing her to look down at Hyunjin’s serene expression as she approached his passed out form.

Y/N instantly thought back to earlier in the evening. As if her mind hadn’t been replaying every moment of it in a loop ever since. The feeling of his touches, his gaze, his tongue, still burning against her skin, in her memories. 

Perhaps that was how his playboy nature worked.

His bold actions, his whiskey-laced breath. 

The way his tongue darted out to lick his lips, the sultry tone in his voice.

Which Hyunjin had it been this evening?

The playboy Hyunjin who knew the arts of pleasure?

Or…

She pictured the flush on his cheeks. The heat that radiated from his skin against her. 

The desperation in his wide gaze, his slightly shaky fingers tugging at her dress as he asked for permission.

Perhaps it was her husband Hyunjin.

The gallery director clutched at the bathrobe tightly, slowly crouching down to get a closer look at his face.

The ever so pretty Hwang Hyunjin. Her playboy husband, so serene, so angelic even in his sleep.

Her eyes traced his features, resting on his lips. The ones that had her chasing that orgasmic feeling that she hadn’t felt in what seemed like forever. 

His lips, that would curve into those smug smiles whenever he taunted her, irking her slightly, amusing her mostly. 

His lips, so kissable.

Y/N leaned in, her mouth pressing against his. A soft kiss, a simple peck maybe.

His breath felt hot against hers as he slept, a low sleepy moan escaping his mouth as she pulled away, peering back down to take in his sleeping expression. He shifted slightly, brows narrowing in a frown before relaxing. A sight that made her stifle a smile, fingers pushing away the stray hairs that fell over his face. 

The room quieted again after Hyunjin settled once more, his crouching wife observed this side of him.

She had always been the first to fall asleep. Always exhausted, easily slipping into her dreams once her head hit the pillow. Sometimes she would watch Hyunjin from her tucked in spot. The dark-haired man, who seemed to always be doing this or that on the other end of the bedroom. 

Sometimes reading on the recliner, sometimes standing out on the balcony. Oftentimes he would shuffle under the sheets once her eyes fluttered close. Her lids, heavy, yet aware of his presence beside her.

Oftentimes she wondered what he would do if she asked him to embrace her.

Engulf her in his warmth to soothe her of her day’s exhaustion, unaware if his arms would even have that effect.

Though, after tonight, maybe her assumptions weren’t too far off.

She often wondered what it would be like to make this man hers.

To allow him into her heart. The shielded, guarded organ that seemed to harden against love.

Or would she simply become his plaything? The one he would turn to whenever he needed to let off steam.

Hyunjin inhaled deeply in the midst of his shallow breaths, a low noise that was just loud enough to draw her attention back to just the two of them in this room. Y/N finally pushed herself back on her feet, glancing down at him once more.

Did she trust him enough? 

He hadn’t done anything that would have broken her trust, went against whatever clauses they’d laid out, whatever contracts they’d signed. Yet, there was that nagging voice in the back of her head.

The one that whispered to her.

That he was putting on some act, behaving himself only for a moment before he craved attention. Before he got bored of sitting still.

He’d done it before. Or atleast, from what she had read and heard in the past.

After some new scandal of his, he would disappear. Lie low for a couple of months before he was once again dancing in nightclubs. Even prior to their marriage, he had been engulfed in some incident. Something about a bar fight. The news that she read about after her father had thrown the marriage arrangement at her, left her tasting bitter.

Her husband turned in his sleep, sinking deeper into the mattress, his face turned away from hers.

Y/N reached out. Perhaps to push back some more stray strands of his hair, perhaps to lean down and press another kiss to his lips. But she faltered, the quiet hum on her cell phone vibrating against the dresser echoed in the bedroom, the sound had her already striding over, knowing well that these late night calls from her secretary were always urgent.

Knowing well that she had always been the kind to prioritize her work. Her ambitions.

That she would never be a perfect lover, let alone be a perfect wife.

The gallery director fidgeted with her wedding ring, inhaling deeply as her eyes glanced over the glass doors of the meeting room. 

Her secretary had called her late last night, finally arranging a meeting with a potential sponsor for Y Gallery’s upcoming project. 

Y/N had rushed out frantically, glancing back at her husband once, before she had to start preparing for this meeting in the early hours of the morning. But now that she was done, and had nothing to do besides wait, her mind trailed back to Hyunjin.

Back to her trophy husband who seemed to be ever so peaceful in his slumber. She wondered if he would remember what he had done last night?

A part of her cursed herself for not ensuring he was sober enough before agreeing to his ministrations. Although he didn’t seem it, the way he had almost collapsed afterwards had her worried slightly.

Her eyes shot to her cellphone, the discarded device that had a cascade of messages and notifications from people she didn’t care enough about to respond right away.

But no message from Hyunjin.

It made sense. It was still early in the morning, and over the months of being married to him, the gallery director had learned that her husband loved to sleep in. Especially on days after he had a few drinks.

She wondered if she should message him. Tell him to take it easy in case he wakes up with an aching head. Tell him to call her so she could ensure he was alright.

Hear his voice.

His groggy sleep-laced voice, memories of it running through her mind. From all the times he had muttered things as he made her coffee on those days he claimed she had roused him awake.

Y/N blinked at his contact. At the words she had typed out, staring at the letters almost as if they were foreign.

They felt foreign.

Types of words she hadn’t sent in what felt like forever.

Words of concern. Of worry.

Messages a wife would send her husband.

The knock on the glass door tore the gallery director out of her trance, her instant social smile spreading over her face as she stood. Arm extending for a shake.

   “Thank you so much for taking the time to meet me today Madam Kim.” Her voice dripped with confidence.

The gallery director’s husband rustled under the sheets, his brows furrowing in a frown, eyes still shut tight but awake nonetheless.

The silence in the room stretched and for a moment he simply just laid there.

But then as the gears in his brain began to work, the memories of the night prior surged down on him, replaying through his mind in a loop.

Hyunjin’s eyes shot open, slowly he propped himself up to glance around the empty room. His body slightly ached for some reason, and his mind was foggy as he scanned his surroundings. 

There was no sign of Y/N. 

No quiet rustle of sheets, no trace of her presence. No loud clatter of her attempting to be quiet but failing miserably.

The space felt oddly hollow, and an uncomfortable silence settled in as he fully sat up, trying to make sense of everything. Of the time, of the day. 

His fingers traced his lips, tugging at his bottom lip as he tried to distinguish whether whatever he was thinking about right now, whatever he had done, had in fact happened or had it all been a dream.

Hyunjin made his way out of bed, figure crossing the rooms to peer out in hopes to find a glimpse of her, or a clue that would soothe the anxiety that had begun to bubble within him.

The living room was silent, a familiar stillness that settled in at this hour. Times when Hyunjin would head to the gym and the entire house was empty. Yet, the silence felt eerie to the man who had just awoken, his hair rustled messily as he glanced around the room. 

A loud sigh had escaped his lips. The anxious feelings started to subside as he was almost to that conclusion that it had been all a dream.

Almost.

Hyunjin’s eyes flickered to the counter. His brows relax at the sight of the mug of forgotten tea.

The drink that had long gone cold, still in the spot last left. Right across the front island, where he had tasted his wife. 

Not a dream.

Hyunjin gulped, the dry feeling in his throat refusing to subside. And all his anxieties began crashing down.

The second son of the Hwang family had had his fair share of one-night-stands. Sometimes waking up alone, sometimes leaving alone. It had never bothered him enough for his mind to linger on it any longer than he needed to. Forgetting it all almost with the new day.

And although whatever happened between the business-couple wasn’t even close to things Hyunjin had experienced in his one-night-stands, it still pricked at his heart in a way he didn’t think it would.

He knew the kind of person his wife was. Knew her priorities, knew that she would be working at this time, especially on a work day. But he didn’t expect to wake up alone.

Didn’t expect these anxious thoughts to course through him when he was welcomed by silence. 

Perhaps that’s what love was. 

These foreign emotions that surged through him right now had never been present after his past…overnight escapades. The lingering feelings that never seeped into his thoughts the next morning were heavily weighing down on him now.

He must be overthinking it all, he had to be.

Like a love-sick fool who felt abandoned.

Hyunjin had never thought himself to be the clingy type. In fact, he despised the women who often clung to him, professing their adoration for him. Attraction, love, things that made his brows twitch in irritation.

Yet here he was feeling clingy. Being clingy. 

His fingers drummed on the steering wheel of his car as he sat outside his wife’s gallery, gaze wandering over the building. Doubts clouded his mind as he second, third-guessed his actions. 

The sudden knock against the glass of his driver’s side window made him jump, head whipping around to pull down the tinted glass. 

One of Y/N’s gallery employees looked down at him, eyes full of curiosity.

   “Ah, Mr. Hwang, it’s you.” 

Hyunjin forced a smile, attempting to hide the uneasiness that stirred within him. To not appear as suspicious as he thought he looked, sitting out here in the outdoor parking lot wracking his brains. 

Nervous, anxious, but painfully missing his wife.

   “...She left so early, so…” His excuse trailed off, trying to settle the nervous twinge in his tone with a clear of his throat.

The young woman smiled with her nod as she straightened, glancing back at the glass building of the gallery.

   “Director Yeom had an early meeting that ended not too long ago. But now, she’s holed up working. I’m slightly worried...” The employee sighed, her brows furrowing with slight concern.

Words that are just enough to push away all of Hyunjin’s second-guessing. 

The trophy husband was already stepping out of his vehicle.

   “Let’s get her to take a break then.” He mumbled with a gentle smile, nodding at her before he was already striding ahead.

The gallery director herself had indeed been holed away since the early morning. Reworking a proposal that she suddenly needed to do after her meeting. As a gallery owner, the majority of her work was centered around securing investment and funding to keep it running. From managing visitors, renting out parts of the pretty space for events and shoots, to attracting rich patrons and people who had enough money to spend on her, her hands were always full.

But she wanted to do something different this time around. A gala, where proceeds would go towards sponsoring aspiring artists. The rich would get a chance to flaunt their wealth, and the starving artists would get a chance to showcase their talent through her gallery.

Y/N would like to think the meeting went well.

Most of the people who were attracted to her gallery outside of everyday visitors, were the wives of the wealthy businessmen in their circle, familiar faces that Y/N had grown up around. They loved to show off their wealth. Purchasing pieces and hosting events at her gallery had become a popular trend of some sorts in the recent years. Maybe it was to do with the fact that Y/N was going against her family and doing something she was passionate about. The high society women lingered about to either scope out the gossip that surrounded that or maybe they were truly infatuated with the wonderful artwork she had collected and exhibited in her gallery.

Madam Kim was one such prominent woman in their high society. The madame of one of the country’s leading law firms, her late husband is still a respected figure even now, years after his demise. 

The gallery director had initially wanted to propose a potential partnership with Madam Kim’s daughter-in-law, a woman who was an appreciator of art, and a regular patron of Y Gallery. But when the director had reached out, she had gotten a response from the matriarch of the family instead.

Y/N wasn’t complaining. Madam Kim was one of the more tolerable individuals of the elite class, humble in her ways, yet still had an immense influence on the other women and wives of her social circles. Maybe she had gotten lucky.

Or maybe not. The extra work that Madam Kim had requested was starting to take a toll on the gallery director whose eyes were starting to sting. Tell-tale signs of an oncoming migraine already throbbed at her temples.

The knock on her door faltered her machine-like fingers typing away with a frenzy, her eyes shooting over her glasses to take a glance at the incoming visitor.

She expected to see her secretary, perhaps with the drafted email the gallery director had been awaiting. But instead, the long dark locks of her husband’s appeared in her line of sight, and she stiffened at the sight of his figure entering her office.

For a brief second, the two of them stare at each other, simply just taking in each other’s presence, eyes floundering over one anothers face after not having seen it in what almost felt like years. Hyunjin’s eyes flicked to her desk, at the bottle of pain pills that rested by her glass of water, a sight that made his brows furrowed with a frown.

   “Have you slept?” He questioned with a sigh, the concern on his expression deepening.

Her eyes followed his to the same pills. She had taken two in attempts to soothe that headache that pounded at her temples, but of course it hadn’t worked. Instead she decided she would push through this workload before taking a power nap.

   “Not yet.” Her response wasn’t surprising, making her husband groan slightly, his arms crossing over his chest.

   “Have you eaten?” He continued, already understanding what her response was from the silent stare she shot him.

Y/N wanted to break into a laugh, to point out the creases that settled between his brows as he looked at her with an upset frown, clearly displeased by her answers. 

She wanted to break into a laugh because he was one more question away from becoming a nagging spouse. 

Instead she stifled the urge, sighing as her eyes darted to the bright screen that burned her eyes, before they settled back on his form just a few feet away.

   “I’ll eat soon. I promise.” She muttered.

   “Ten minutes.” His words followed immediately after her apparent hollow promise, making her tilt her head in slight confusion.

   “You have ten minutes before I force you to eat.” He added, his brows narrowing.

His words caught her off guard, a tone of his that she had never heard before. An expression that looked foreign too, as he stared with her pointedly. Yet she didn’t hate the sight of it. Rather, it sparked something else in her. That familiar challenged sensation erupted within her. Mixed with something else. Something she couldn’t really describe without thinking about him on his knees again. 

   “Force me to eat?” Y/N repeated, raising an eyebrow.

She leaned back into the cushion of her chair, her fingers lacing together in front of her. The gallery director watched her husband uncross his arms from over his chest, sliding them into the pockets of his slacks before a teasing smile tugged on his lips.

   “Spoon-feed you if I have to. Airplane and all.” His words were laced with a mischievous edge, watching as she squinted for a second, before finally breaking into that laugh she tried her best to stifle.

The contagious sound made her trophy husband mirror, his eyes creasing as his chuckles followed.

His anxieties faded almost instantly at the sound. At the sight of her.

   “Give me ten minutes. I’ll bring you something to eat.” 

Y/N opened her mouth to protest. Maybe to refuse or maybe to lie about not being hungry. But Hyunjin doesn’t allow her to, pointing a finger at her with a commanding tone.

   “Ten minutes. Sit tight.” He shot, already heading out the door.

Ten minutes. She pressed her lips into a soft smile, staring at the empty spot her husband had been standing in.

True to his words, ten minutes later the gallery director’s husband returned. Nodding at her secretary who sat outside her office, his grin radiated almost as he carried whatever nutritious breakfast he could scour for his wife, though it was long past breakfast time. 

But when he entered the room, he was greeted by silence.

He had expected to hear more rushed typing, the sound of her fingers working against the keyboard was a sound so familiar to him, he was slightly stunned by the quiet.

His gaze shifted to settle on the gallery director. The sight of her slumped figure, passed out on her arms over the desk, both fascinated and awed him all at once. 

She lasted ten minutes, barely. Unable to keep her eyes open. He was slightly impressed when he had entered earlier, it was clear she was exhausted, yet would have pushed herself further if he hadn’t distracted her.

Hyunjin sighed, gently placing down the bag of takeout on the coffee table before walking towards her. His eyes skimmed over her desk, at the cluttered surface that resembled her make-shift workstation that was their living room table.

He picked up the crumpled balls of paper, pushing it aside before he pulled out the chair on his side softly, taking a seat across. He leaned against the leather, getting comfortable as he simply gazed down at the exhausted woman who would have sworn she wasn’t sleepy, wasn’t exhausted if asked. But here she was now, softly inhaling and exhaling.

His eyes drifted to her laptop, the screen still glowing brightly, clear that she had fallen asleep not too long ago. 

Gently, Hyunjin reached out, fingers pushing back a stray lock of her hair, a fond smile tugging on his lips as he watched her breathe softly. His gaze shifted to the notepad beside her, amidst the crumpled papers and stacked sheets of ink. 

The open notepad was covered with a jumble of words, arrows, and little annotations in her meticulous handwriting. Despite the confusion of the notes, a few familiar words caught his attention, prompting him to slide the laptop in front of himself. With a nod to himself, he leaned forward and began typing. His eyes flit over the screen once to linger on her form.

   “The things I do for you.” He muttered under his breath, patting her hair softly before diving into the task at hand.

The sound of the press of keys had been a distant sound, yet as she stirred away, it had grown louder.

The gallery director’s lids fluttered open, staring at a sight that should have been strange, yet it didn’t feel so. Maybe she was still dazed from her impromptu nap, refreshed eyes still adjusting as she took in the sight of her husband absorbed between the laptop screen and her notepad, his fingers meticulously working against the keyboard.

It should have been a strange sight. Seeing Hwang Hyunjin working. On something that he claimed not to know about, claimed not to care about. But it wasn’t strange at all.

Instead, her heart clenched, the shielded, guarded organ of hers, suddenly racing in her chest. And all she wanted to do now was reach over and kiss him. 

A incoming notification on her laptop broke the comfortable silence that had settled in her office. An email from her secretary sitting outside, the notification of the email draft Y/N had requested popped up on the screen. It instantly drew Hyunjin’s attention, his eyes scanning the subject-line almost instinctively.

   “Artist Armin…” He muttered, reading to himself.

Y/N’s brows narrowed, a wave of bitterness spreading over her tongue as she slowly sat up. Movements that have Hyunjin look up to her. His gaze softening at the sight of her awoken state.

   “Is it written ‘A-R-Min’ or ‘R-Dot-Min.” She asked, her tone slightly groggy. 

Hyunjin glanced back at the screen, at the notification that lingered on the corner.

   “A-R-Min.” He replied, looking at her with slight wonder.

Y/N inhaled deeply, before letting out a slight groan.

   “It’s supposed to be R-Dot-Min.” She grunted almost, reaching over for the laptop so she could send the corrections to her secretary.

   “I’ll do it. You eat.” Hyujin pressed instead, pulling the device closer to him. 

An action that made her arch and eyebrow.

   “Really? You want to be my personal secretary now?” A smile had spread on her lips.

Hyunjin shrugged, his smug smile returning on his face.

   “What does the compensation package look like?” He chuckled, already ready to type the email to her secretary.

Y/N stood, stretching before she headed towards the bag of food, slightly hungrier than she was before her nap.

   “Anything you want.” Her words are more casual, distracted fingers pulling out her breakfast and lunch.

Her words make Hyunjin pause, fingers hovering over the keys.

For a moment, he wondered if asking for a kiss right now, maybe even daringly asking if he could lift her onto her desk, would be enough compensation. But he caught himself almost instantly, clearing his throat before grabbing the laptop to join her by the couch.

   “R-Dot-Min, right?” He confirmed once again.

Y/N’s hands stilled against the container of food, tasting bitterness all over again.

   “Yes.” She almost spat.

Her gaze drifted off, her thoughts suddenly elsewhere as she ate.

Hyunjin watched her movements, the way her fork disappeared into her mouth, the way her lips wrapped around the bottle of water. It made his own throat dry, his thoughts swirling, and he had to bite back the urge to say something. He didn’t want to sound like some pervert who couldn’t think of anything beyond wanting her all to himself, but suddenly, he couldn’t help it. Those thoughts lingered, darting through his thoughts.

He dropped his gaze, staring at the shiny surface of the glass table between them. He had to remind himself to control himself. To stop thinking like some fuckboy after her body. The trophy husband gnawed at his lower lip, trying to steady himself, his mind.

The gallery director watched as she dropped the empty container of her now-devoured food, wiping her lips. Her eyes lingered on Hyunjin, sitting across from her, his teeth tugging at his bottom lip, before he glanced back at her.

   “Who’s R.Min anyways?” Hyunjin cleared his throat, sending the email corrections to her secretary.

Y/N fell silent at the mention of the artist, the one Madam Kim wanted to collaborate with simply because her grandson had liked his work. 

What do lawyers know about art, anyway? 

She had groaned to herself during the meeting, though outwardly she had smiled, offering her radiant social grin and empty compliments, promising to follow through and try her best for a collaboration.

   “He’s a painter.” She answered curtly, rising to her feet.

Silence settled between them once more as Hyunjin set the laptop aside. The sound of another email pinged, cutting through the quiet, and both of them glanced at the screen.

   “Your secretary sent the email to R.Min.” He read aloud, eyes drifting over her.

A flicker of irritation drew over her expression, arms crossing as she muttered something under her breath. Likely a curse, though Hyunjin couldn’t quite catch it.

   “Enough about that artist—Do you remember what you did last night?” Her voice was sharp.

Her blunt question made him stiffen, his eyes widening slightly as he watched her from his seated position, suddenly wanting to melt into the leather. He swallowed a few times, unsure of what kind of answer would ease the irritation still lingering on her face. The scowl shot towards him, ones he thought he would have gotten rid of after he had pleasured her last night.

   “I do…” He finally sighed, his gleaming gaze flickering from his fingers to her face.

   “Why are you nervous? Do you regret it?” She asked.

Another question that made his eyes widen, this time more from the fear of her misunderstanding than anything else. 

   “No!” He almost exclaimed, licking his lips to calm himself down.

She blinked, slightly taken aback by his loud response. The pressing expression, the piercing gaze that he stared up at her with.

Her eyes traced over his rigid form that looked up at her. 

Nervous. Passionate perhaps. 

Kissable.

The gallery director only needed two long strides.

Three steps and she was towering over him, her figure already leaning into him. Hyunjin reflexively drew himself back as she inched closer, until he was pressing flush against the leather of the sofa, trapped almost. He inhaled sharply, stunned eyes darting between hers to grasp exactly what was happening, why she was suddenly so close.

Could she hear his heart about to explode in his chest?

Y/N can’t help but stare in fascination. This up-close view of her pretty husband was even more breathtaking than last night, his open eyes boring into hers. She could see the nervous twinge in his gaze, something she hadn’t truly expected from the ever-so-cocky Hwang Hyunjin. Yet, seeing it now, she couldn’t help but smile at how cute he looked beneath her.

Her fingers ghost over his lips. The ones she had gotten a feel of after stealing a kiss in his sleep. Although she would never, ever admit she had done so. He shuddered almost, even without her touching him yet.

   “I-is this a dream?” He found himself muttering instead.

Her brow arched at his words.

   “You dream of me?” She countered, her tone laced with a teasing edge, a hint of amusement.

Hyunjin swallowed hard.

   “No.”

He was trying his best. To cling onto that fragile thread of sanity left in him. To not appear desperate, craving her touch, her lips. Ready to melt underneath her.

Y/N let out a breathy laugh, her gaze dropping to his lips for a split second before locking with his eyes again. Clearly unconvinced.

   “I don’t kiss liars.” She murmured smugly.

Hyunjin swallowed hard. The thread snapped.

His hands shot out, slipping behind her hair to rest again the nape of her neck, tugging her toward him. 

His lips crash against hers. Desperate, frantic. 

All control shattered, his sanity slipping away as he pulled her closer. 

Closer. 

Into himself, wrapping his arms around her, settling her over him, onto his lap.

Melting underneath her. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ to be continued.

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[fayes-fics]

The Ballad of Blunt Pencil & Pizza Wheel

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader, modern AU

Summary: Comedy texting fic. Childhood frenemies moving in together is a great idea. Isn't it?

Warnings: None really. Swearing, references to sex, masturbation, dirty talk and spanking. Frenemies to lovers. Comedy. A fuckton of sass. Bridgerton family shenanigans.

Word Count: 3.9k tricky with text fics ngl

Author's Note: Request fill for Anon (who wanted Ben and reader to have been secretly in love with each other and get together after she has a breakup). It might be slightly unusual, but it’s what the muse insisted on as a response. Thanks to the ever-patient @colettebronte, who willingly reads my silliness, including a partial version of this nonsense. Enjoy! <3

BB: *Fraggle Rock theme tune*

Y/N: Why don't you just say hello like a normal person? Y/N: *Insert sighing emoji here* (I can't be arsed to find it)

BB: Excuse me, this is actually a very supportive message BB: I heard from El you got dumped

Y/N: And how does an 80s kids' show theme song help me with that??

BB: Have you paid attention to the opening line??

Y/N: No…? Y/N: Too busy enjoying the rocking guitar tbh

BB: Fair BB: 🎶Dance your cares away, worries for another day🎶 BB: See?? supportive

Y/N: You are so weird Y/N: And also oddly accurate. He was a total muppet

BB: It’s taken you 30 years to figure that out?? BB: Sorry to hear it

Y/N: No, just… appreciating it. Well, you Y/N: Thank you, by the way

BB: 🫶😀

—

3 weeks later

Y/N: What is the capital of Burundi? Pub quiz is getting fractious

BB: Why don't you cheat like every other team and just use Google? BB: Why bother old friends?

Y/N: Oh, I'm sorry, Mr Charisma, I didn't realise your Tuesday night was so busy

BB: Friends don't leave friends who love pub quizzes out of their pub quiz teams 😛

Y/N: You're cute when you sulk Y/N: So… the answer?

BB: I’m not Jeeves  BB: Look it up yourself

Y/N: Wow, you really are such a blunt pencil

BB: ??

Y/N: Pointless

BB: Alright, pizza wheel

Y/N: ??

BB: All edge, no point

Y/N: *has left the conversation*

BB: Typing it doesn't make it happen

Y/N: *HAS LEFT THE CONVERSATION*

BB: Neither does yelling it pizza wheel

Y/N: Don't make me call you pencil boy…

—

5 weeks later

Y/N: Pencil boy, it happened again

BB: Yeah… definitely don't like that BB: What did?

Y/N: Send TV theme…

BB: *Fraggle rock theme intensifies*

Y/N: Thank you

BB: No problems BB: Sorry to hear it

Y/N: Me too. Really thought this one would stick Y/N: He even liked my Cabbage Patch kids 

BB: You still have that shit?! BB: They are low-key terrifying

Y/N: He did turn them all around when we had sex though 🤔 

BB: Got his number?

Y/N: Why??

BB: Sort of agree with him on that. Might want to be his friend, not yours

Y/N: Shut up, Pencil Boy

BB: Pizza Wheel BB: We have to stop flirting like this 👀

Y/N: Pffft  Y/N: This isn’t flirting 

BB: Isn’t it?

Y/N: Are your clothes still on? 

BB: Well, yeah…

Y/N: Then it’s not my style of flirting 

BB: Bit slutty (supportive)

Y/N: The brackets saved you there, Pencil Boy

BB: Well aware BB: You’ll be okay. There’s someone better out there for you BB: Someone who appreciates Cabbage Patch kids

Y/N: THANK YOU. Was that so hard?

—

4 days later

Y/N: Can I call you?

BB: Yes of course BB: What’s wrong?

Y/N: Best explained over the phone  

BB: Okay. I’m here BB: Whatever you need

2 hours later

Y/N: Thank you friend Y/N: Just… thank you 

BB: Anytime 🧡 BB: I meant what I said BB: If you need it, it’s yours

Y/N: You are a great and wonderful friend Y/N: I may well do so 🧡

BB: You are always welcome here. For as long as you need

Y/N: 🫂😘

—

1 day later

CB: You invited Y/N to move in with you?!?!

AB: 😳 Surely not?!?! AB: He can only have one colossally bad idea a week and that hoodie was a choice

BB: Good evening to you too brothers BB: Hope you’re well BB: I'm fine, thanks. You?

CB: Yeah yeah whatever CB: I don't see a denial here

BB: 🤷 

AB: You fucking idiot

BB: Why? I’m trying to help a friend here BB: I thought it was a nice thing to do?

CB: It is 

AB: Usually 

CB: There’s just one problem 

AB: You are completely in love with her and have been since you were 5

BB: Pffft BB: Please…

CB: That’s your denial??  CB: Even I could do a more convincing job than that

BB: Pen would suggest otherwise…

AB: Don’t fling mud to distract AB: We are talking about your stupidity atm, not his

CB: Oi

AB: Don’t even

BB: Listen… she just got dumped for the 100th time BB: Her flatmate is moving out cos they lost their job BB: She can’t afford the rent on her own or a place by herself at the moment cos she’s still burdened with debt resettlement from her criminal asshat ex from 2 years ago BB: She needs to be in London for her job and her parents have moved to Wales BB: What would you have done?

CB: Tell her to move in with El?  CB: Or literally any of her other friends?!

BB: Well I have a spare room…

AB: So does El

BB:

AB: Memes? Really?

CB: You’re just jealous cos you can’t figure out text attachments

AB: Shut up

CB: Kate thinks it’s hilarious

AB: Leave my wife out of this

*BB has left the group*

*AB added BB back into the group*

AB: You don’t get to quit being our brother 

BB: Shame

3 minutes later

CB: Wait… What did you mean about Pen?

AB: How can you be this stupid? I paid for you to go to Eton…

*BB has left the group*

AB: Can’t fault him this time tbh

*AB has left the group*

CB: Rude…

—

1 week later

EB: I have a spare room y'know

Y/N: I’m aware

EB: So why subject yourself to Ben?

Y/N: You are all so horrible about each other 

EB: And you love to watch it 

Y/N: 🤷‍���️🍿 Y/N: Anyway, I’m here now Y/N: He bought new bedding for me 🥹 Y/N: I didn’t have the heart to tell him I already have 4 sets

EB: I know he’s my brother and thus deserving of shit. But don’t torture him too much

Y/N: What the fuck are you talking about?

EB: I suspect he has a leeedle crush on you tbh

Y/N: Pffft Y/N: No he doesn’t Y/N: All we do is call each other names and snark  Y/N: It’s been that way since 1994. I don’t see it changing anytime soon

EB: It’s like she’s never read Shakespeare

Y/N: That’s BenedicK, not BenedicT

EB: Funny how you knew exactly what play I was referring to, Beatrice

5 seconds later

Y/N: Gen… Is Ben into me?!

GD: What’s brought this on?

Y/N: Answer the question!

GD: Why are you asking me if my ex likes you?

Y/N: Please… You fucked like twice 3 years ago and are still friends Y/N: Don’t pretend there is any trauma here Y/N: I’d really like to know, seeing as I’ve just moved in with him 

GD: You fucking did WHAT?! GD: Why?!

Y/N: I needed a new place Y/N: He was the first to offer

GD: What kind of rash reason is that?! GD: I have a spare room GD: El has a spare room GD: Dave and the gambling debts in your name weren’t bad enough…? GD: It’s like you’re actively trying to live in a Greek tragedy, I swear

Y/N: Don’t invoke that shit’s name

GD: Sorry GD: But really…

Y/N: So you’re saying he’s into me

GD: For an intelligent woman, you know fuck all GD: Even about yourself

Y/N: Why are all my friends so rude to me?!

GD: Bitch please. You are so in love with him

Y/N: I’m not

GD: Yes you are  GD: He’s always the first person you text when you have a breakup

Y/N: Yeah… cos he’s the only one of my friends who ISN'T RUDE TO ME

GD: OR you always want him to be the first to know you’re single again

Y/N: Not sure I want to be your friend anymore

GD: Fine. Give me back my Canada Goose coat

Y/N: Let's not be too hasty now…

—

2 days later

BB: Do we have milk?

Y/N: How should I know? I don’t drink the stuff

BB: Aren’t you working from home today?

Y/N: Yeah? And?

BB: You have these amazing things called legs…

Y/N: I have a block button too y’know

BB: You wouldn't block the hero who single-handedly removed 2 spiders from your room last night

Y/N: … … Fiiiiine

20 seconds later

Y/N: We, or rather YOU, could do with some more

BB: Okay. Thank you

Y/N: If you’re in the mood, I wouldn't say no to some cheesecake

BB: I’m not in the mood BB: Mostly because you are lactose intolerant and won't stop bitching about the regret afterwards BB: I’ll get you some non-dairy brownies

Y/N: What kind of flatmate are you?

BB: The awful kind who looks out for your best interests

Y/N: Urghhh, the very worst

—

3 days later

Y/N: Bennnnnnn!! BEN!! SOS!!! Y/N: ANOTHER 🕷️

BB: It’s fucking 3am

Y/N: That's why I texted Y/N: So much politer than screaming and banging on your wall Y/N: It’s not my fault you live on some kind of spider superhighway Y/N: I never would have moved in here if I knew

BB: It’s harmless. Go back to sleep

Y/N: What about if this time it’s some poisonous one that crawled from a Shein package? And you wake up to a dead flatmate?

BB: Arguably, that’s appropriate payback for your endorsement of such a horrendous company

Y/N: I don't judge you for your odd shelf of little rocks Y/N: So don’t judge me for my sparkly shoe addiction

BB: How about I lend you a rock to throw at the spiders?

Y/N: How could you?!? I don't wish death upon them Y/N: Just for them to live their lives nowhere within my vicinity Y/N: You know you would have been back to sleep by now if you had just come in here?

BB: I’m aware BB: I have no idea why I’m still arguing with you on text BB: Slightly worried what that says about me tbh

Y/N: IT’S MOVING TOWARDS ME

BB: omw

—

9 days later

KB: You guys need to stop

Y/N: What? Y/N: Why are you texting from my kitchen?

KB: Look at yourself KB: It’s not your kitchen. It’s my brother-in-law’s

Y/N: I live here too, Kate

KB: And you need to stop

Y/N: STOP WHAT?

KB: Do you see where your feet are?

Y/N: ??On the sofa??

KB: They are in Ben’s lap

Y/N: And??

KB: He has his hands wrapped around your ankles

Y/N: And?? Y/N: I get cold. He helps me sometimes

KB: When are you guys going to admit to what is happening here

Y/N: NOTHING IS HAPPENING

KB: Sure Jan

Y/N: Get back over here with the Monster Munch. I need Netflix snacks, not judgement

KB: I’m just saying… I pulled this shit with Ant and you rightly called me on it

Y/N: MONSTER MUNCH KATE

KB: Don’t glare over at me like that. Way to make it fucking obvious…

2 seconds later

*BB added KB and Y/N to a new group*

BB: What are you two arguing about?!

Y/N: Mind ya business, Pencil Boy

KB: Your lack of decent snacks

BB: Not my area. She is responsible for all junk food purchases in this household. I will not be held liable.

3 seconds later

KB: Pencil boy??

Y/N: It's a long story

4 seconds later

*AB added KB, BB & Y/N to a new group*

AB: ARE WE WATCHING THIS FUCKING FILM OR NOT?!

—

1 month later

Y/N: Gen… I fucked up

GD: What did you do??

Y/N: I should never have moved in here

GD: Yeah, I told you that weeks ago GD: Why the sudden revelation?

Y/N: He has a girl here

GD: And?

Y/N: I can hear them… thru the wall

GD: Yikes GD: Go for a walk or something

Y/N: No Gen. It's worse Y/N: So much worse Y/N: I can hear what he is saying

GD: GO FOR A WALK

Y/N: Gen help Y/N: Help Y/N: H.E.L.P. Y/N: It's turning me on…

GD: I DIDN'T NEED TO KNOW ANY OF THIS!

Y/N: I had no idea he was a dirty talker

GD: I could have told you that…

Y/N: Why didn't you?!

GD: Why would that ever be relevant to our friendship?!

Y/N: You know that’s my weakness Y/N: You should have WARNED ME

GD: HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO PREDICT YOU WOULD EAVESDROP ON HIM HAVING SEX?!

Y/N: This is so awful Y/N: I don't know what to do Y/N: I’m in a quandary Y/N: A damp quandary

GD: Eww T-M-FUCKING-I

Y/N: I might as well just masturbate at this point

GD: I am hanging up on this text thread GD: I’m also off to put this phone in Dettol. Don't text me again for another few days

—

2 days later

BB: Why are you avoiding me?

Y/N: I’m not

BB: Yes you are BB: You haven't been home the last two nights BB: El said you’ve been hanging around her place 

Y/N: Ok fine. I am Y/N: This is so awkward Y/N: I… I heard you Y/N: Having sex  Y/N: I’m weirded out, okay?

BB: Shit… BB: I’m so sorry  BB: I thought you were out on a date

Y/N: It got rescheduled

BB: I'm so sorry BB: Next time I have company, I will double-check if you are home first

Y/N: Thank you Y/N: I will do the same

BB: Much appreciated BB: So, will you come home?  BB: There’s a new series of The Cleaner tonight 

Y/N: It's not real blood, you know?

BB: I know, but it looks like it

Y/N: You can't keep hiding behind me. You miss key plot points. It's a comedy show, you know

BB: Just get back here, Pizza Wheel

Y/N: Calm down, Pencil Boy I’m on my way

—

9 days later

BB: Send him home

Y/N: ??

BB: You heard me

Y/N: Why are you eavesdropping on my Tinder hookup?

BB: Don’t make me come in there and be a caveman about this. Just… BB: SEND HIM HOME

Y/N: I need sex

BB: Not from a twat like that you don’t BB: When he is out of the bathroom, I want you to send him away

Y/N: … Fine

3 minutes later

BB: Thank you

Y/N: You owe me a bloody orgasm

BB: He was likely incapable of giving you one  BB: When you are sober, you will thank me BB: And probably regret that last comment

Y/N: I regret nothing Y/N: I DARE you Benedict fucking Bridgerton Y/N: I fucking DARE you to give me an orgasm

4 hours later

Y/N: Gen Gen Gen GENNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN Y/N: I know it's 2am, you are probably asleep, but I have to tell you smthg right the fuck nowwww Y/N: So, Ben went all protector shit on a loser I picked up on Tinder Y/N: Made me throw him out Y/N: I bitched that he owed me an orgasm Y/N: Might have been a bit too sassy, too many drinks Y/N: Anyway GENNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN Y/N: GENNNNNNNNNNNNNNN Y/N: He stomps into my room, and god, he just…. Y/N: ARGHHHHHHHH Gen, he just took me, like respectfully, but also not at all respectfully Y/N: HE GAVE ME TWO Y/N: I am floating on a cloud. I can't feel my fucking knees Y/N: My flatmate is the best fuck I have EVER had Y/N: THIS IS TERRIBLE AND WONDERUL Y/N:  I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH MY LIFE Y/N:  HELP  Y/N:  PS Pls don't tell anyone

20 seconds later

BB: Stop freaking out about what just happened and come back to bed

Y/N: Ben we just…

BB: I know. Active, enthusiastic participant here BB: Don’t spiral about it. Just come back to bed BB: We can talk in the morning

Y/N: Did we just ruin everything?

BB: How is that not spiralling? BB: Get your lovely arse out of the bathroom and back in this bed, y/n, or istg I will spank it

Y/N: 😲🥵

BB: Oh I see. Hmm BB: Good to know 😜

—

5 hours later

GD: WHAT THE SERIOUS FUCK?!?!?!?! GD: THIS IS WHAT I WAKE UP TO?! GD: WHY DO YOU LIVE LIKE THIS?!? GD: CALL ME!!!!

2 hours later

EB: Why aren’t you at work today? Are you sick? EB: Did the Shein spider get you? 

1 hour later

EB: I guess it did  EB: Serves you right 😛

1 hour later

GD: WHY THE FUCK HAVEN’T YOU CALLED ME BACK YET? GD: I must have left like 10 missed calls by now

2 hours later

AB: Not to sound like a total dick, I know we’re family etc., but you are supposed to tell me if you’re taking a day off work Ben AB: Even nepo babies have some responsibilities

30 minutes later

KB: Why are Gen and El wondering where you are? KB: Text them, and also me now, too KB: I’m vaguely concerned but mostly nosey tbh

2 hours later

EB: ?????????

1 hour later

GD: Call me bitch.

2 hours later

CB: Where the fuck are you Ben?  CB: You never miss boys' night down The Ship normally?

30 mins later

Y/N: Uh hi 👋 Y/N: Sorry… Y/N: I uhh have been busy today

EB: Gen and I were ABOUT TO SEND OUT A SEARCH PARTY

Y/N: Please tell her I’m okay Y/N: I will call. Just not now

EB: Where are you?

Y/N: At home

EB: I am coming over!

Y/N: Please don’t

EB: Why not?

Y/N: Another time Y/N: I know I’m being all mysterious and shit Y/N: I will explain everything I promise

EB: Is Ben there?

Y/N: Yes

EB: Then tell him to look after you EB: I’m weirded out, you weirdo

Y/N: Oh he will  Y/N: I promise you he will Y/N: I errr won't be at work tomorrow either. Can you tell the boss?

EB: Are you sick?!

Y/N: Umm… yeah, let's go with that

EB: STOP BEING SO WEIRD

5 seconds later

BB: El, y/n is fine

EB: How is this any of your business?

BB: You literally asked for me to look after her 5 seconds ago

EB: How do you know that?! EB: Are you reading her texts?!

BB: She is showing them to me

EB: WHY!?! EB: What is this cloak and dagger shit?! EB: Did you fuck or something? Lol

1 minute later

EB: DID YOU?!?

1 minute later

EB: Y/N DID YOU FUCK MY BROTHER?!?

1 minute later

*EB added BB & Y/N to a new group*

EB: Answer me, you sneaky bitches

BB: We would appreciate some privacy at this time

10 seconds later

*EB added KB, AB, CB, PF, DB and SB to a new group*

EB: BEN AND Y/N ARE FUCKING

SB: Hello sister-in-law. Long time no chat. So lovely for us to catch up this way

EB: Don’t sass me Bassett

PF: Err okay. Why… why am I on this Bridgerton family chat?

EB: Bitch please, you are family. Well, you will be soon

PF: ??

*CB removed PF from the group*

AB: Subtle

DB: Super smooth

*EB added PF to the group*

EB: IS NO ONE GOING TO RESPOND TO THIS LIFE-ALTERING NEWS?

KB: I mean… we all knew it was going to happen

CB: Surprised he held out this long tbh

DB: He’s been in love with her since we were kids

EB: I thought he just fancied her a bit?!?!

AB: And they call ME the unobservant one?!

*PF left the group*

CB: Look what you did

*EB added PF to the group*

KB: Why did I marry into this family?

SB: I’ll take you for a drink sometime. You too Pen.

PF: ??

EB: You’re all useless.

—

2 days later

GD: *sings Where Do You Go by No Mercy tunelessly in your general direction*  GD: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yt-KMPvgKPo 

Y/N: Awful but also bangin cheese choon for a Sunday evening ngl

GD: SHE LIVES!! GD: El seemed to think you have been having nonstop sex since Thursday. GD: She’s also not handling that idea very well—lots of tequila.

Y/N: Not enough songs only have about 7 lyrics anymore. I miss the 90s.

GD: Avoiding that statement, huh?

Y/N: I will not dignify it with a response

GD: So that’s a yes

Y/N: 👀

8 days later

BB: I hate having a job 😘

Y/N: Me too… 😘 Y/N: I’ll be naked when you get home if that's any consolation

BB: I’m leaving now

Y/N: It’s only 11am lol Y/N: Stay there. I will see you later. It will be worth the wait. 😉

BB: You have been. BB: And I don't just mean today 😘

Y/N: 🥹 😘

56 days later

AB: Is this email for real?

BB: Yes. Yes, it is

AB: Wow. OK then AB: Congratulations

BB: Thank you. I'm very happy

AB: We can tell, brother, we can tell 

1 hour later

*KB added Y/N, SB & PF to a new group*

KB: Y/N, we meet every Wednesday for drinks. 

SB: Welcome to the fam, soon-to-be Mrs Bridgerton. It sucks; you are going to love it.

PF: Still not sure why I'm invited, but god, you guys are so much bloody fun I don't even care, lol.

10 seconds later

Y/N: Are you going to tell Pen, or should I?

KB: Naaahhh. It's more fun this way KB: Another very smart woman with a complete Bridgerton brother blindspot

Y/N: That sounds pointed

KB: You and me both, sister. You and me both.

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[flwoie]

✿ SUGARCOAT — LEE JIHOON

STARRING frenemy! woozi x gn! reader GENRE romcom, supernatural au (reader has mind reading powers), idea stolen from my own wip that i dropped CONTAINS bickering, reader’s ears are pierced, woozi is a pathological liar, hes also secretly whipped for reader WORD COUNT 231 (lowercase intended + not proofread sorry!!)

🗯 hi i stole this idea from a oneshot with the same name

“should i wear this to match my necklace?” you ask jihoon as you show him a pair of earrings that match your necklace.

“you look good with or without,” he comments.

you stare into his eyes while he makes eye contact with you. he’s not looking away, and you can tell he wants to get this over with. yet beneath those eyes, there’s something off about him.

“you’re lying,” you huff, pettily looking away.

“no, i’m not.”

“you’re lying again!” if there was something you could take away from jihoon, it would be his ability to lie. everyone knows you can read their minds, which makes it harder for them to lie around you. he knows very well about this power of yours, yet he still lies a lot—or, as he puts it, sugarcoating.

“do you want me to say you look horrible?” another lie. seriously, what’s up with this man’s motives?

“what’s horrible is your lying skills,” you complain, and you might have overheard a snicker coming from him.

“i’m not the one with silly powers!” having superpowers isn’t that bad, but it doesn’t help your case that you can sometimes read that jihoon wants to kiss you all the time. he’ll have to wait for his lips to touch yours. but for now, if you had super strength instead, you would without a doubt throw him across the galaxy.

seventeen masterlist

[jellylollie]

I saw an AO3 post about backing up your stuff so I decided to go through my 10 years of Jelsa fanfics and... wow. I haven't put this much effort into writing my résumé.

Jel's Jelsa Fics Masterpost

Welcome to Leprechaun Academy (2014-2018 + W2LA 2.0 Rewrite 2019-2022) Boarding school AU. A shit ton of characters pulling silly stunts together. Multi-chap. 200k+ words. FFN AO3

Christmas Eve (2018) A collection of separate stories intertwining inside one overcrowded shopping mall. One-shot. 13k+ words. FFN Did not migrate to AO3 because I didn't feel like rewriting it.

I Know What You Did Last Summer (2018) Smut cheating fic. Elsa's POV, Jack's character is ambiguous. One-shot. 1k+ words. FFN AO3

Brain Soup (2018) Standalone/Prequel to Don't Judge a Book by Its Cover. Jack's POV, morning after a one-night stand, not yet Jelsa. One-shot. 2k+ words. FFN AO3

Don't Judge a Book by Its Cover (2018-DISCONTINUED) Publisher AU. Jack's a best-seller author. Elsa is an editor. Discontinued because I got tired of rewriting what I had already posted. Also the story got too big for my storytelling skills at the time. Multi-chap 70k+ words. FFN AO3

The Underground (2018-2019) High school AU. Jack and Elsa hate each other but secretly run an anonymous advice blog together. Multi-chap. 37k+ words. FFN AO3

W2LA 2.0 Rewrite

Missing Piece (2019) Sickfic. Broken-up idiots pining for each other. One-shot. 2k+ words. FFN AO3

I Choose (2020) Another broken-up angsty fic. One-shot. 2,222 WORDS MOTHERFUCKER. FFN AO3

It's a Fucking Christmas Tale (2020) They get stuck inside an elevator on Christmas Eve. Two-shot. 5k+ words. FFN AO3

And They Were Quarantined! (2020-2022) Quarantine fic. They're neighbors during COVID. Readers sent me some prompts which was cool. Multi-chap. 35k+ words. FFN AO3

Lost in the Dark (2023) Jack brings an unconscious woman to his apartment. The unconscious woman is a train wreck. Out of three options, this is the one readers wanted me to write. Sorta. Multi-chap. 20k+ words. FFN AO3

Lost in the Moment (2023) Chapter 8.5 from Lost in the Dark. It's just the smut scene. One-shot. 1,111 WORDS. Was flagged on FFN. AO3

Go Big or Go Home (2023-2024) Enemies to lovers. He's a tattoo artist and she's a yoga instructor and they live under the same roof. And Jack has a bunch of pets. Multi-chap. 23k+ words. FFN AO3

Time After Time (2023) Pregnancy fic. Jack's POV. There are emotions to be felt. Multi-chap. 16k+ words. FFN AO3

High Tide (2024-ONGOING) Office AU. As of the latest chapter, they're still frenemies. Long-distance courting. Multi-chap. 8k+ words. FFN AO3

It Takes Two (2024-ONGOING) Divorce fic. They're gonna hurt each other like it's their calling. Multi-chap. 6k+ words. FFN AO3

[darkeralmond]

Sparks Fly

Mark Estapa x Reader

song: sparks fly (taylor’s version) - taylor swift

synopsis: it’s your aunt’s wedding and mark crashes it to confess his feelings

warnings: fluff, high school au!

word count: 1.1k

a/n: I LOVE SPEAK NOW TV SO MUCH!! also this is my new high school au! with a ton of hockey players. this is ALSO based off s4 ep10 of never have i ever. I LOVE THAT SHOW SM

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It was your aunt’s wedding and your final night before you left your hometown for college. You would be going to MSU while all your friends would be heading to UMich. You knew there would be tension there due to the rivalry, but tonight was about saying goodbye.

Even when you were here with all your friends, you couldn’t get one of them out of your mind. Mark, your enemy of 12 years turned frenemy turned lover turned back to your friend. He left right after graduation to start working out with the hockey coach at Michigan, leaving you sad and alone.

You sat around with your remaining friends at the table assigned for you all. One of your friends was able to snag a bottle of Pink Whitley for you all to secretly drink. That meant it was time for a drinking game of ‘Never Have I Ever’.

“Okay,” Luca drunkenly giggled. “Never have I ever hooked up with someone in school.”

You glanced over at Rutger and his girlfriend as they both took a sip of their Pink Whitley. “Oh my God,” Adam yelled out, obviously disturbed by the new information.

Rutger shrugged before defending himself, “A few quickies in the janitor’s closet doesn’t hurt anybody!” His girlfriend rolled her eyes at his comment while laughing.

“You guys are disgusting,” Ethan laughed.

“Okay, okay! I got one,” you announced. “Never have I ever hooked up with…” Suddenly he entered the wedding reception, looking around like he was lost. “Mark?” Mark was wearing a hoodie and sweats, making him look severely out of place.

Your friend, and Mark’s ex girlfriend, widened her eyes. “I’ve been there before.” She took a sip of her drink, but you weren’t focused on that. You were focused on the male who had just crashed the wedding.

You locked eyes with him from across the room, your heart pounding loudly. “Mark?” You felt dizzy and dissociated as you rose from your seat. You hesitantly walked toward him and stared at him in disbelief.

He looked just as shocked as you were that he was here. “Y/N,” he said, taking a quick glance down at your bridesmaid’s dress. “Wow, you look beautiful,” he breathed out.

This comment would’ve turned you into a flustered mess, but your mind was too cluttered to even process his sentence. The only thoughts in your mind were… “Why are you here?! How did you get here?!” you blurted out loud.

“Well uh,” he stuttered. He looked down at his shoes while his hands buried into his hoodie pockets. “I just felt like I didn’t get to say what I wanted to at graduation and being gone really made me realize that.”

He fell silent, his face turning a bright shade of red. “Realize what?” Your eyebrows crinkled as you waited for his answer.

Finally, he lifted his head and looked you directly in the eye. “Y/N, I didn’t get to tell you that… I really like you.”

You blinked a couple times, your mind went blank as if you were stuck in some sort of vivid dream. “Wait, so you came down here all the way from Ann Arbor just to tell me… you like me?”

“Actually,” he said, his smile slowly rising. “I think I love you, Y/N.” He shifted his weight from side to side, obviously nervous.

You were at total loss for words. Everything seemed to slow down. No noise made its presence known except your own heartbeat that echoed throughout the room.

There was so much going through your mind, but you couldn’t pin down any thoughts. “What?” you blurted. It was the only word you could actually say.

He stared at you for a moment before finally saying it. “I love you.” There was so much emotion and passion in those three words. In those eight letters.

The butterflies in your stomach seemed to have multiplied exponentially at this point. The whole room fell away, leaving you and him alone. “I love you too, Mark.”

His stupid grin grew wide as he let out a small chuckle. “So… you wanna get out of here?” he asked hesitantly. He had an optimistic look in your eye that you would say yes.

At first, you were going to, but then those words snapped you back to reality. You had been so blinded by his confession that you didn’t realize how bad of an idea this was. Sneaking out of your aunt’s wedding.

Are you crazy?

“I don’t think I should…” you frowned.

His expression shifted from blissful to disappointed due to your response. “Oh,” he muttered.

“It’s not you or anything,” you assured him. “It’s just my parents would kill me if I left.”

Before you could continue to explain yourself, you felt someone tap your shoulder. You looked behind you and saw your older cousin. “I’ll cover for you,” they whispered in your ear. “Now, go!” Due to your guys’ bond, they felt more like your older sibling than your cousin.

You looked back at Mark, a smile growing on your face before nodding. “Let’s go!” You grabbed a hold of his hand.

He smiled widely as he intertwined your fingers with his before running out of the reception with you. As soon as you stepped out of the doors, you were met with light rainfall in the early Michigan night. You continued running through the rain with him, getting wet in the process.

You giggled as he led you to his Jeep which was parked right along the street. You hopped in the passenger side while he got in the driver’s side.

The moonlight illuminated his face as he looked back over at you with a wide smile on his face. “Holy shit! This is crazy,” he said while laughing.

“This is!” you answered, but you were too busy focusing on him.

His smile. His Laugh.

Sparks flew whenever he smiled at you, you saw them every time. His laugh sounded more charming to you than the melody of a symphony. It fit perfectly with the man you had fallen in love with.

His chest rose and fell with rapid breaths as he maintained eye contact with you. You could sharpen a knife with the sexual tension in his car.

Mark couldn’t resist you any longer. He grabbed the side of your face and leaned in for the kiss you both had been craving.

His soft lips pressed against yours as your eyes closed. The desperate kiss felt hungry because this time it felt right. It felt like home. You felt positive that you two were endgame.

You broke apart for air, leaning your forehead against his. You hand trailed up to touch his which was on your face. Tears fell down your cheeks as the feeling washed over you again. “I love you so much, Mark.”

He grinned before kissing your forehead again. “I love you too, Y/N. I always will.”

[spectrolitha]

❗blood (a bit)❗

I managed to get some blood and edginess into my flufftober. Yay.

These guys are my OCs for Exalted ttrpg, but in modern spy (and/or mafia) AU, as prompt required. (You could have seen two of these characters in my previous exaltedposting)

Quartz Crumbs of Wyrm's Teeth, or Quartz for short, a gentleman with white hair – Dusk Abyssal. Aggressive and idiotic loser (/affectionate) with sad backstory™. Is currently in servitude to my Deathlord OC, who uses Quartz's yearning for affection and praise to manipulate him into unhealthy devotion. In this AU Quartz is a mafia underling who is just trying to get through his life and is completely ignorant of the fact that both of his best friends are secretly government agents.

First Among the Chickadees, or Chickadee for short, a lady in black dress – Changing Moon Lunar. Free spirit in love with simple life, she absolutely didn't want Luna's blessing (despite living in Lunar settlement outside of Realm her whole life), but fate (me) said otherwise. She is Quartz's Lunar mate, but their dynamic is devoid of romance and is something more about being frenemies, with strong emphasis on "enemies" – they usually don't get along too well, even if though they don't actively try to harm eachother. In this AU Chickadee is a government assassin, though general public sees her as a vigilante punishing bastards among high society (read: Dragon-Blooded)

Winter That Has Frozen the Heart, or Heart for short, a gentleman with black hair – Midnight Abyssal. Weak and ill in childhood, he got fed up with his inability to protect his sister, Chickadee, pretty quickly. So when Dragon-Blooded attacked their settlement, he tried to play the hero. Got killed, then got better when Lover Clad in the Raiment of Tears came to him with Abyssal deal. Heart is a powerful necromancer, incredibly cynical and just as incredibly caring about Chickadee and Quartz, whom he kinda sees as a younger brother. Which doesn't save any of them from his messed up sense of humour. In this AU Heart is a government spy in the mafia, trying to get as close to destroying it as possible, while also keeping Quartz and Chickadee out of harm's way.

Close-ups + bonus under the cut

Bonus: Heart in his canon variant (and some random OC in the first picture, ignore him)

Text from last sketch: "Serving a Deathlord is painful, unpleasant and so on..." → "But if you refuse..." → "I'll break all of your bones and will make your corpse my marionette :)"

Heart's ways of recruiting captive Dragon-Blooded to his Deathlord's side are pretty mean, yeah.

[thomas-jefferson-miku-binder]

hiiiiii cali 📓👀

hehe hi cas!

I don't have much planned about this, but that's kind of the prompt of the ask game so I'll jus talk about it.

Indie Rock Band AU with Zeri, Jinx, Seraphine, Rell, and Briar. THIS IS NOT IN THE LEAGUE MUSIC VERSE (FORGET K/DA, TRUE DAMAGE, PENTAKILL AND HEARTSTEEL FOR THIS ONE)

It's very based off of Daisy and the Scouts'story in the sense that it's just a college band for weird queers.

Zeri is the closest thing our band, Entresol, has to a leader. She birthed this group with her bare hands and treats it very seriously (more seriously than she would like to admit at times). Zeri is the main vocalist and the lead electric guitarist. She also composes (only guitar parts) and likes to write lyrics. Very similar to Runeterra!Zeri but she is a bit more of a control freak when it comes to the band just because of how precious it is to her.

Entresol started out with just the Zeri and Jinx duo. Jinx is the oldest here and a mixture of her Runeterra and Arcane versions, although a bit more stable. She is by far the most musically talented of the five and usually plays whatever instrument the song calls for (even if that means learning a new instrument in a few days). She and Zeri are best friends (Jinx is someone who surprisingly calms Zeri down when she is too feisty). She never talks about her past, and even Zeri only knows some details despite having known each other for a while. They work amazingly as a duo. Jinx also produces every single one of their songs and dabbles in writing. (she also draws their album covers)

Rell is the bassist, and she is also pretty similar to her Runeterra ver, except more stable now that she has a friend group to help her get through her parent's bullshit. She likes to play tough but is usually the one with the most sentimental lyrics and melodies to her name. And everybody but Seraphine seems to notice the massive huge crush Rell has on her. Unlike Seraphine's entry, the question of whether or not Rell should join them was unanimously voted as a yes.

Seraphine was the last member to enter before Rell, and she is a vocalist alongside Zeri and plays the (electric) guitar. She started out as a soloist doing covers on YouTube, much like her K/DA ver, but was ultimately unsuccessful. Jinx saw her potential and how secretly weird (lame) she was and convinced Zeri to give her a chance. Sera and Zeri have a frenemy relationship because Zeri is extremely competitive and does not like that this kind and pretty girl also "doesn't completely suck" at singing and is "actually maybe a bit talented or whatever". They develop to become actual friends (although to Seraphine they never were not) with the not-so-occasional banter, that Seraphien indulges in as she knows is Zeri';s way to show affection towards her. Jinx also seems to be the only one to notice that Zeri may find it kinda hot when they fight, something that Zeri herself hasn't realized and would probably combust in shame if she did.

Briar was the third to join Entresol. Her personality is identical to Runeterra!Briar but instead of killing people in her frenzy she just slays the drums. She was actually in the official lame college band thing but was ultimately unhappy and isolated there. Zeri and Jinx see her going at it in the drums once after rehearsal and ask her to join. She doesn't compose usually and doesn't write. "I'm not good with the wordy stuff. Whatever I have to say the drums say for me. I'll leave that to you."

[skitskatdacat63]

hier kommt die Sonne 🎶

+ some lore

I'm obsessed with her actually :))))

I can't believe her outfit stayed consistent since hmmm at least 2019, and then randomly I'm like I NEED TO CHANGE IT. But I really like the new one :) it's not TOO different but I think it looks a lot more majestic

Some fun facts:

First of all, she is the Sun Goddess: Sola.

She obviously isn't directly in charge of a planet and people of her own, so she's a lot more detached and distant from humanity than other gods.

She claims to hate humans, yet has a human form that's...suspiciously sexy. If she really wanted to, she could just permanently be a disembodied voice and never come up with a human form for herself, and yet she chooses not to, curious!

Even though she doesn't run a planet, she still has human followers. Worshipping most gods in this AU is not really like religion, it's more like a more connected relationship to a monarch or something like that. However worshipping a god like Sola is like the Roman concept of a cult. So even tho she ostensibly HATES human, she's secretly soooo pleased that she has so many dedicated followers

She kinda just sees humans as depraved animals? Through her duties, she only really sees humans at their absolute worst, so it's really soured her opinion of humanity. She feels like: "We gave you the chance to make life whatever you desire, and you do this?" But this is why she has her human form, and likes to hang around in it. Humanity itself might have squandered it's chances but she's not gonna let the beauty of the design go to waste.

However, she would never admit it but she has such a fascination with human depravity. Rip Sola, you would've loved true crime podcasts </3

She works alongside Luna, the goddess of Earth's moon, and they're basically passive aggressive coworkers/frenemies. Luna, even though she too sees the worst of humanity, has a much more romanticized view of humanity(mostly because for most of her history, she just hung around her sister, the goddess of Earth. So she spent a lot of time just observing humans from afar, and squealing over their mundane little actions like they're something magical.) They really hate each other's views, and can't really find a middle ground, but still somehow work efficiently together

If she met a somewhat decent, nice, normal human, she would probably become obsessed with them and see them as like the peak of humanity 😭 but she prefers to never really interact with humans personally.

She does hear her followers prayers, and sometimes dotes on them from afar. It's a very complicated relationship. It's just ego, like "Well they can't be too bad if they like me so much!" but it doesn't really change her opinion on humanity, bcs theyre just random outliers to her(even tho there's probably BILLIONS)

Oh also look how much she's evolved! I'm pretty proud :)

[creative-creatures]

A Total Drama Island AU, where Noah is Chris Mclean's Assistant from the start and was NEVER a contestant... Chris + Chef + Assistant Noah are basically a trio of troublemakers; a weird family... Noah secretly LOVES the chaos... Noah and Owen still become best friends... Later on, Noah and Alejandro become frenemies! 😎

YESSS! That idea is awsome!

I love seeing Noah, Chris and Chef in a fathers and son dynamic but troublesome trio sounds amazing as well! Alejandro would probably not like him at first (like in the show ig) but probably take longer to fully trust him. I can only imagine some poor contestant getting beat up by a bear and Noah just chilling while he watches. He would cause so much trouble!

Awsome idea! Great for a fanfic either long or small!

[maiselyormaiforshort]

Putting this yap session here because I don't know where else to put it(warning:I have never watched Tfp before so I have no clue what I'm doing,might be cringe)

Coughx2 Tfp Secretly Frenemies au from MicDrops (Miko) Microzus perspective

It has been the cybertron equivalent of 2 and a half months when the rebel started,the decepticons have started to protest against the cybertronion goverment under the command of their leader, MicDrop Microzus.

MicDrop Microzus was finally happy that the protests were working and they were getting noticed,but she had a gut feeling,Heck what even is a gut?!,even if she didnt know she had this thought that made her frame shiver,her friend CrackerJack CrimSonJaeger was working alongside tge cybertronion goverment,not technically tho,all he did was simply propose ideas on how to keep things balanced,he banded together a big group of Cybertronions called the [REDACTED],he didnt know that his friend was the leader of the rebels hes supposed to fight against and she felt sick about the thought of them fighting eachother like politicians

In a last effort to let him acknowledge that she's the leader,she gave him a call

"MicDrop I'm kinda busy right now,the government is making me fight against these rebels even tho I clearly stated that I wanted to suggest my ideas-"

"uhm about that,well promise to not get mad"

"just hurry up please,I don't have a lot of time right now"

"I'm the leader of the rebels,look I know how crazy it sounds but I didn't mean for it to happen!"

"waitx3 how-"

"she joined a rebel after some higher up mocked her but after she said some charismatic stuff they started worshipping her as the leader of the decepticons"

"HackRate how do you know tha-"

"i found it deep in the archives,I can delete it for you if you want"

"so does that mean I have to fight you-"

"I have a suggestion that could work this out"

"go ahead Hac-"

"since we all hate the government so much we could play it off as an act,The rebels protests can make people notice,Crackerjacks suggestions can help keep things equal and I could hack into the archives to find resources for this"

"that.actually doesn't sound too bad!"

"yeah i guess we could keep on doing this until each cybertronion gets equal rights!"

"oh call you guys later I have to attend a meeting"

"but it's late at nigh-'

"I don't have a choice,bye"

"I need to recharge, good night MicDrop"

"… good night guys,love you"

She hanged up and went to recharge on her berth

Not knowing the consequences of how long they have to keep up this act

It's surprising how far you would go just to not ruin a friendship,even if it means sacrificing the innocent lives of others knowing their deaths would be useless,did you start it because you wanted everyone to be equal or was that just an excuse to not lose your only friends that you care about

Tell me MicDrop Microzus, do you feel guilty at all?

No, I don't,if I don't do this cybertron will never be balanced,I have to do this because no one else will,for equality my friends.

[ridiasfangirlings]

Gakuen K AU! Everything is the same except Nikki hates Mikoto and Munakata because of how much they interrupt him from playing with Saru but he despises Yata most of all. The first two he can kinda understand how they stop/ prevent him from spending time with his son but Yata is a below-average intelligent, impulsive, stumbling idiot and yet he causes the most trouble for Nikki.

The school has a sports day and Nikki is about to play only for Yata to hit a homerun the ball in his face, he goes to the festival ready to set Saru on fire he instead has Yata burning his clothes, even when he hides in a haunted house disguised as a ghost he still ends up waking with a bump on his head. And the Brat just keeps on taunting him too.

On Saruhiko’s POV he is probably terrified of this but at the same time his crush frenemy beating his dad is pretty funny once that man leaves again.

I like the idea of this being when Gakuen K Fushimi and Yata are still at odds, like how in the manga Yata still tries to warn Fushimi when Niki shows up. Yata’s way of thinking is that yeah, okay, he hates that stupid traitor but also he knows how Niki affected Saruhiko when they were in middle school and fuck if Yata’s gonna let that guy keep screwing with Fushimi even now. Niki somehow keeps managing to be called as a substitute despite being wholly unqualified (I question Ichigen Miwa’s hiring abilities) to the point that he becomes a regular presence around the school, much to Fushimi’s dismay. Luckily for him plenty of people are lining up to screw with Niki for Fushimi’s sake, Niki already finds both Munakata and Mikoto irritating because they always get in the way of his wholesome playtime with his son.

He expected those two to be a problem though, he didn’t really think that shrimp who was Fushimi’s middle school friend would be this much of a problem. I imagine that even though Niki manages to get one up on Yata occasionally, since he’s sneaky and not afraid to strike first, Yata also manages to get a surprising amount of hits in. Like Niki is subbing for the janitor and plotting to secretly lock Fushimi in the broom closet, only to find himself locked in the toilet stall with the toilet overflowing due to someone stuffing a bunch of Bar Homra fliers down it. During sports day Niki has all kinds of plans to team up with his son, only to find himself constantly being knocked about — he gets a homerun to the face despite not being anywhere near the baseball diamond while he’s setting up a trap for Fushimi near the refreshments, later he’s trying to mess with the three-legged race assignments so he and Fushimi will be paired and a soccer ball comes out from nowhere and knocks him out for the rest of the day. Maybe part of Niki’s downfall here is that he underestimates Yata so he keeps expecting these attacks to be from Mikoto or Munakata, or from Saruhiko himself, and doesn’t realize that Yata’s constantly watching him with a glare.

Fushimi meanwhile is absolutely aware of who keeps managing to one-up Niki and imagine him complaining that he doesn’t need Yata’s protection. At the same time though what should have been a terrifying day of trying to avoid his shitty dad actually becomes pretty pleasant, watching Niki get buried under a pile of volleyballs that ‘accidentally’ got knocked out of their bin was strangely soothing. Yata won’t admit that he was the one doing all these things too even though it’s totally obvious to everyone else, when Niki finally leaves Yata’s all badly trying to pretend that he has no idea what’s been going on all day. Fushimi just snorts and says is that so, good because he doesn’t want to have to thank a stupid shorty like Yata. Yata’s like don’t call me short asshole, you should be calling me Yata-sama for saving you all day. Fushimi smirks like so you were trying to help me, Yata starts stuttering nervously as he’s like well, I just don’t like that guy is all. Fushimi clicks his tongue and says good, so he doesn’t owe Yata anything. Yata looks a little nervous as he’s like ‘hey, Saruhiko’ and Fushimi doesn’t turn around but mumbles ‘anyway…thanks.’

[of-elitiism]

Some general changes / info updates i need to add to the muses on this blog.

warning, long post and rushed sketches

Adrianna is a rich lady, just not, Bill Gates/globally-rich (can't believe i'm making that parallel). She's more like mafia-rich, has enough money to live in luxury without bringing too much attention to herself. She's a household name only in certain, tighter circles, some less legal than others. Can walk down the street without necessarily being recognized. She's more lowkey, that's the point. No bodyguards, no chef, no secretary, no corporation. The nature of where her money comes from is unclear/left open to interpretation. She's def still doing merc work as a side hustle tho.

Marcus is a uni prof. There, i said it, he's out of the woods and unto higher education (again, wtf are the words i'm using). Still a werewolf, but like, he's got a job now. This tickles my funny bone because university professor/librarian is actually an AU version of him that lives rent free in my head so i wanna smush those two together. So Anthropology/language expert Marcus is a professor at a local university. Nothing flashy, nothing that draws too much attention. Once a month he takes a long drive out in nature (with either an old ass car or an even older, run down motorcycle, up to be decided), to "unwind and get some fresh air", lol. He's been at this job for a while, keeps it lowkey, has a somewhat okish reputation as the quiet, slightly awkward foreign teacher that doesn't understand the subtleties of this culture.

Achim is older and in his underground-fighting era. A bit of a celebrity, a bit of a heart throb with the ladies (and some lads too), a bit of an asshole, if he hasn't had his meal yet. When he's not getting punched for people's entertainment he's a club bouncer, but he does a bunch of other stuff too, like moving boxes, bringing in supplies, fixing that loose cabinet door, etc. He's more street smart than book smart. A bit abrasive with people he doesn't know, but super chill and nice within his small circle of friends. Secretly takes reading and writing classes.

Terry is basically the same, with the added feature that she is well aware that she cannot die and is a lil shit about it. Slightly deranged in the head, but like in a very cutesy, very demure way. Fashion Icon. Knows everybody (as in, she knows my other muses and a lot of other ppl too, whatever the plot calls for). Easily the best girl in this shit show.

Isaac is forever. Eternal. Ever-lasting. My boy is perfect, no need to switch him up. Maybe just explore his unhinged self a lil bit more.

Bonus:

Viktor and Emily, vampire cousins. Viktor is Achim's frenemy/foil type of character. Likes poetry unironically, doesn't understand modern frivolities, hates himself but thinks he's better than you. So basically an elder emo. Emily is the younger one of the two, Belle Delphine-coded, bdsm ballerina, fan-favorite goth girl with smol tiddies. Says "nya" unironically and has a major crush on Achim, truly believes they will get married one day. Viktor and Emily don't like eachother, but it's more him not liking her while she's just iffed out.

[redsbrainrot]

Fairytail in a GOT au - part 2

There’s the original post :) if you haven’t read that I suggest you do so you can get a gist of this one.

Gruvia

Arranged marriage

I think BonnieQ pretty much nailed what their relationship would be like already in her GOT au fic but I’m gonna continue anyways

Juvia and Gray would both be very stoic with each other for the first week, Juvia opens up way before he does though

Girl’s horny 24/7

Occasionally they’d make a trip to the Riverlands cause she gets a little homesick, but she loves the North just as much

Juvia shocked that she has a man that actually treats her with respect and doesn’t cross boundaries

Gray found her a bit odd at first but once he got to know her that boy was in looooove

When there’s a war they don’t leave each other behind they go together (despite how much Gray protests she stays home)

Lyon constantly making moves on a married woman, Gray would threaten to send him to the Wall

Like Bran in episode 1 I imagine Juvia finding a load of direwolf puppies and begging for Gray to let her keep them

He’s like “yeah whatever” but secretly he was also about to beg her to take them home

They’re pretty quick to have children (horny bastards)

Nalu

Natsu grew up in King’s Landing and one day the “Lannisters” (Lucy’s family) visited and Natsu pissed her the fuck off but they were actually pretty close by the end of it

Lucy was promised to someone else

Natsu is a knight

See where I’m going here

Forbidden looooove

Yeah they secretly shagging

They’d be like frenemies to lovers

They’d pull a Lyanna and Rhaegar and secretly elope

This is game of thrones people wouldn’t like that once they found out

Do I hear a war? Yeah there was totally a war because of it

Random bullshit

Natsu would be a knight to the Targaryens I think (so Mira’s family n that)

Targaryens would beg the Stark’s (Gray and co) to fight in the war against the Lannisters (angry Lucy family) and Gray would get in a little spat with Natsu about how he basically started a war for pussy

I feel like Lucy’s mother would’ve been a Tyrell

Natsu would have Targaryen blood fr but I feel like he’d be a bastard

Makarov runs a brothel in King’s landing lmao

Juvia would have Pyke blood too yk sea and that

Jellal and Erza are literally just Brienne and Jaime

Erza and Natsu still besties and she’d be in the King’s guard as well

Natsu would definitely have a dragon

Juvia is full on Catalyn when it comes to her kids (in a good way) she’ll do anything for them

[phemiec]

Curious what do you think Todd and Kurt's love story was like and what you think led to the end of their marriage ?

in my fancomic au they weren’t actually married, only boyfriends for a year at the end of high school. They accidentally met at an arcade outside of their x-men/brotherhood duties, ended up having like a frenemies/fun rivalry that sprung out of that, which led to just a genuine friendship, then flirtation, and eventually over the course of 4 or 5 months of secretly meeting up to just hang out, became secret boyfriends.

it ends after they graduate because Magneto starts getting more aggressive and violent with the BoM attacks and Toad is complicit and refuses to leave the brotherhood, and so him an Kurt have a falling out over that, they part on bad terms, Todd goes into hiding (while pregnant, but neither of them knows that) underground with the rest of the BoM after that.

[supernatural-bias]

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬

↳ summary: headcanons on this indiana jones!ghoul boys au. simply some world building for the process of a bigger work in progress

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↳ links: au masterlist, main masterlist, au playlist

𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐞 ☆

• He's a cocky little shit

• Good hearted in nature, but it doesn't help that fucking with Ryan is one of his favorite past times

• Shane is a bit wild and carefree, displayed by his constantly messy hair

• Doesn't belive in any of Ryan's theories—aliens, ghosts, demons—but finds them entertaining. Which naturally drives the other man crazy with frustration

• He has a small stubble that never seems to go away no matter what

• Needs reading glasses to help him see small print, like on maps and such, but finds the damn things troublesome

• Taller, so he has the upper hand on Ryan durring one of their quote unquote friendly chases on foot

• Pretty friendly with the reader, if not constantly bantering with them

• Calls Ryan things like short stack, beef boy—don't ask about the beef incident of '17—and of course, Bergara

• Has a duffle bag with him all the time to carry his stuff! Like a small collapsible tent and miniature pots and pans for camping out on long expeditions. The pack holds some other odd items in it however, ranging from a bag of jellybeans to hotdogs

𝐑𝐲𝐚𝐧 ☆

• A passionate nerd

• Very hardworking, just like Shane, in his line of work. It can prove to be his downfall however

• Gets frazzled and or flustered easily. More often than not has to be calmed down by the reader so he can get his head back on straight

• Well renowned archeologist in his field! Unlike Shane, who's known as sort of the jack of all trades that will get your job done in an unorthodox manor

• Absolutely calls Shane things like long legs. Or just uses his last name if he's irritated. They're both funny like that

• Ryan goes on various journeys and quests that the museum he works for asks him to—but he only goes if he can bring the reader with him. Otherwise it's a no go

• Wears an Indiana Jones type hat to keep his curly hair under control, but at this point it's just sort of become a permanent addition to his outfit

• Carries a reinforced messenger bag to hold maps, information, and emergency supplies on trips

• Banking off the Indiana Jones movies, he's deathly afraid of bears. Just like how Indiana was of snakes in the movies. And once Shane accidently finds out via reader, he never let's him live that down

• Scars line his jaw and upper arms from the many risky escapades he's been on while collecting artifacts over the years. Each one is relatively small but they tell a story

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ☆

• They're technically Ryan's long time assistsnt in the feild. They got their footing in the archeology buisness through him. But if you asked the either of the diggers, both would attest that they're equals

• Carries around a supply backpack with plenty of materials when they and Ryan go on assignments together. It's a lot like his messenger bag, just with more space and waterproof tendencies

• Wears one of those masks that hang around their neck all the time. Like the cowboys in old westerns! Secretly finds it cool and hopes other do as well

• The reader is more ten times more practical than Shane or Ryan. Will look for a set of stars to climb or a bridge instead of taking a rope and swinging across a chasm. Presents for some very funny situations

• They're scatter brained. Talks a lot and accidently let's things slip, like Ryan's fear of bears to Shane, as well as misplaces things, etc etc

• Sort of the bridge between Shane and Ryan's weird frenemy relationship. Keeps them both under control. Both Shane's sparky attitude, and Ryan's own his sarcastic one