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Oh no, he angry.

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jeon jungkook fanfics that deserve to be turned into kdramas and selling books.

(a recommendation you badly need) ⭑.ᐟ

Sauvage ౨ৎ by @tljunglebook

— grumpy x sunshine, cold and detached jungkook (who turns into a whipped puppy later on) office romance, slow burn.

(starting off strong! this book’s got the most delicious slow burn to ever exist! screaming at how sexy, dirty minded, down bad & protective for oc jungkook’s in this fic ugh the wattpad girlies already know that they’re my adopted parents)

10 Seconds ᥫ᭡ by @deepdarkdelights

— yandere jungkook, abduction, stalking, stockholm syndrome.

(this series is my first love, i would do anything to read this for the first time again!)

Penpal 𓍯𓂃 by @laughing-with-god

— yandere prisoner jungkook, stalking, breaking in.

(gotta contact some directors and producers to turn this into a drama! it would slay so hard with its refreshing plot line! and tbh no words are enough to describe her writing abilities, she’s a pro✨)

Risqué ✧˖° by @mercurygguk

— age gap, forbidden romance, smut, angst.

(the time stamps and drabbles are the essence of this fic, the smut is so well written! ALSO THE SEGSUAL TENSION AND OVERALL YEARNING MA’AM!? can someone already turn this into a mini netflix series please!?)

About Time ִ࣪𖤐 by @yoonia

— time travel au, major angst, second chances, smut, fluff.

(if i had the chance to devour a book, i’d eat this one (obviously) it’s one of the best books of my life, i would die to see a live version of this)

I Want You To Stay ʚɞ ⁺˖ by @ahundredtimesover

— ceo jungkook, strangers to lovers, slow burn, angst, smut.

(no slow burn ever slow burned the way this story slow burned! lemme warn ya’ll this fic will keep getting better as you read it!)

Bride Of Devil ♰ 𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ by @jasminefanfics

— dark romance, gangster au, enemies to lovers, forced proximity, age gap, kinda yandere husband jungkook.

(my youtube fanfic girlies assemble! this is the best mafia jungkook fic i can recommend for ya’ll! the bgm is so addictive and perfect)

An Abundance Of Luck And A Sprinkle Of Fate 𐙚 by @borathae

— strangers to lovers, romance, found family, smut, angst, healing.

(I remember being unhealthily obsessed with this lord, aaol!kook & oc will forever be my babies TT this book tugs at your heart in a way that’s inexplainable)

ps — have a good read girlies <3

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CHAIN REACTION PT. 2 • JEY USO

author's note: now that the coast (iykyk) is clear, let's get into this part two😌. shoutout to jey uso's fine ass for spoiling me with content of him wearing my chain 3-4 times this past week, the reunion is about to go craaazy. enjoy reading, my loves💗

synopsis: in which jey makes it clear to nyx that he don't play when it comes to her. period.

tags: 18+ (MDNI), jey uso x black fem oc, fluff overload, soft and sensual sex, oral (fem receiving), love bites, drinking, unprotected sex, dirty talk, praise kink, slight dacryphilia, pet names (baby girl, mama, baby.), they're sooo in loveeeee, body worship, established relationship at the end, this is super cute y'all trust me.

word count: 4.2k words (she's a big oneeee)

The soft hum of the private car made for a relaxing ride, but Nyx couldn’t stop fidgeting with the hem of her dress. She was nervous.  Not just the kind of nervous you get before meeting someone. You don’t get this nervous after you’ve already had them inside you, after you’ve had your body intimately ruined for future partners and spent hours discovering every hidden trick they had to make you see stars. This was different.

It had been five months since that night in the hotel. The night she found herself under Jey, wrapped up in his passion, losing herself to the slow grind of his hips and the possessive rasp of his voice calling her ‘baby girl’ like it was her name. They’d kept in touch—texting, FaceTiming, occasionally talking late into the night when he wasn’t traveling for shows. Their conversations had grown deeper, more personal, more intimate, until Nyx realized she had gone and done the one thing she promised herself she wouldn’t: caught feelings.

And now, sitting in the back of a blacked-out SUV, dressed to the nines in a black satin slip dress that hugged her thick, curvy frame in all the right ways, she was on her way to meet him again. In California. For the Netflix premiere of RAW.

Her phone buzzed in her lap, pulling her out of her thoughts. It was a text from Jey.

Jey: Almost there?  Can’t wait to see you, baby girl. I know you lookin’ fine as hell right now.

Nyx felt a wave of heat rush to her chest. He had such a way with words, making her feel like the most important person in the world with just a few taps on his phone.

Nyx: Almost there. You sure you’re ready to deal with me at a premiere?

The reply came instantly.

Jey: Been ready since the second I met you.

Her stomach flipped. The car pulled to a stop in front of the hotel, a luxurious high-rise that towered over the city with its sleek architecture and golden-lit windows. Nyx gathered her small clutch, smoothed out her dress, and stepped out, her heels clicking against the pavement.

As soon as she walked into the lobby, she spotted him.

Jey was leaning against the concierge desk, looking like sin wrapped in caramel skin and tattoos. He was dressed sharp in a black jacket accompanied with an unzipped hoodie underneath which showcased the skin of his torso he decided to not put a shirt over.  The "YEET" chain she’d made him sparkled under the crystal chandelier lights.  When his brown eyes found on hers, his smirk grew slow and lazy, like he had just found exactly what he’d been waiting for.

“Damn,” he muttered under his breath as she approached, his gaze dragging over her like a caress.  “You tryin’ to get me in trouble tonight, mama?”

Nyx laughed, a little shy under his flirtatious gaze.  “Me? You’re the one standing here shirtless.”

He grinned, closing the distance between them to pull her into a hug.  His cologne, woody with a hint of vanilla, invaded her senses, and she melted into him.  His hands settled on her waist, giving her a squeeze as he pulled back to look at her.

“You good?” he asked, voice softer now.  “Nervous?”

“A little,” she admitted, biting her lip.  “It’s just… a lot. You didn’t have to fly me out and do all this.”

He tilted her chin up, making her meet his eyes.  “I wanted to. I told you—this ain’t just a hookup, Nyx.  You’re more than that.  And tonight? You’re with me. Don’t ever doubt that, ‘aight?”

Her heart swelled at his words, and she nodded, smiling shyly.

“Good,” he said, his grin widening.  “Now let’s go before Paul gets on my ass about being late.”

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The premiere was a whirlwind of cameras, interviews, and flashing lights, but the entire night, Jey had never let Nyx out of his sight.  Once his match finished and his post-match interview was underway, he immediately came and found her. His hand stayed on the small of her back, his thumb brushing lazy circles against her skin through the fabric of her dress.  

When fellow wrestlers including his brother Jimmy and his wife Trinity, he didn’t hesitate to introduce her as “This is my girl, Nyx,” with a pride that left her both flustered and giddy. Jimmy didn’t hesitate to make her feel welcome and got a few laughs out of her, and Trinity greeted her with a hug and exchanged numbers which marks the start of a blossoming friendship.

Now, hours later, they were back in his suite, Nyx stood by the window, sipping the last of her champagne.

He was watching her.  She could feel it in the way the heat of his gaze swept over her curves, lingering on the slit of her dress that revealed a tantalizing glimpse of her thick thighs.

“Why you all the way over there, baby girl?” Jey asked, his voice low but had a rumble that sent a shiver down her spine.

Nyx turned to face him, the champagne in her system gave her a warmth that spread through her chest, but it didn’t stop the butterflies that had been fluttering in her stomach since the moment she saw him tonight.

“Maybe I like the view from over here,” she teased, a small smile tugging at her lips.

Jey smirked, setting his glass down on the counter.  “Yeah?  I think I like this view a little better, mama.”

He began closing the space between them, his slow, deliberate strides making her heart race. The way his eyes locked onto hers had her forgetting how to breathe. It was the kind of gaze that saw right through every wall she tried to put up, that made her feel like she was the only woman in the world.

“Damn,” he muttered, shaking his head. “You don’t even know what you do to me, Nyx.”

Her breath hitched at the way he said her name, low and raspy, like a sacred prayer. She bit her lip, looking up at him through her lashes.  “What am I doing to you?”

He chuckled softly, his hand finally coming up to cup her cheek.  His thumb brushed along her jawline, sending sparks shooting through her body.  “Makin’ it real hard for me to behave.”

Nyx leaned into his touch, her voice barely above a whisper.  “Who said I want you to behave?”

That was all it took. Jey closed the remaining distance between them, his lips capturing hers in a kiss that was soft but full of meaning. He kissed her like she was something to be savored, his hand sliding down to rest on her waist, pulling her closer until there wasn’t an inch of space between them.

She melted into him, her hands finding their way to his chest.  The feel of his warmth beneath her palms, the steady beat of his heart, sent a thrill through her.  His lips moved against hers with a slow, deliberate rhythm, teasing and coaxing her until she was breathless.

“You taste so damn sweet,” he murmured against her lips. Nyx giggled softly, “It’s probably the champagne.”

“Nah,” he said, shaking his head as he kissed the corner of her mouth.  “That’s all you, baby girl.”

His lips trailed down her jaw to her neck, pressing soft kisses to her skin. He nipped gently at the spot just below her ear, earning a soft gasp from her that made him grin.

“You like that?” he asked, his voice dripping with smug satisfaction.

“Yes,” she breathed, tilting her head to give him better access.

“Good,” he murmured, his hands sliding down to her hips.  He tugged her closer, his thigh pressing between hers, and the friction sent a jolt of heat through her body.

“Jey,” she whimpered, her hands clutching at his shirt.

“I got you, mama,” he said, his lips brushing against her ear.  “You know I’m gonna take care of you tonight, right?”

She nodded, her heart racing.  “I know.”

His grin widened, and he leaned in to press a soft kiss to her forehead. “Good. ‘Cause I’m gon’ take my time with you this time.”

Jey laid her down on the plush hotel bed like she was something fragile, something to be handled with care. He knelt over her, his hands braced on either side of her, and took a moment to just look at her.

“Can’t get over how beautiful you are,” he said softly.

Nyx’s cheeks flushed, and she turned her head shyly, but Jey wasn’t having it.  “Uh-uh, baby girl.  Don’t hide from me.”

He cupped her cheek, turning her face back to his.  “You hear me?  You’re beautiful. All of you.”

Her heart swelled at his words, and she reached up to brush her fingers through his hair.  “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice trembling.

Jey leaned down, pressing his lips to hers once again. His hands roamed her body, sliding over her curves like he couldn’t get enough of her. When he pulled back, he grinned down at her, his fingers playing with the strap of her dress.

“This gotta go,” he said, his voice teasing.

Nyx giggled, the sound soft and bubbly as she nodded.  “Okay.”

He slid the straps down her shoulders, taking his time peeling the satin from her body.  His eyes darkened as he revealed more of her, his hands brushing over her soft skin.

He kissed her again, deeper this time, his tongue sliding against hers in a way that left her moaning softly into his mouth.  His hands roamed her body like he couldn’t get enough of her tracing the curve of her waist, gripping her hips, sliding down to cup her thick thighs.

“You’re so soft, mama,” he murmured against her lips. “I could touch you all night.”

Nyx’s cheeks flushed, her shyness creeping in again despite how exposed she already was.  She felt like she was being seen in a way she never had before, like Jey wasn’t just looking at her body but at her and all the emotions that she tried to hide.

“You’re just sayin’ that,” she whispered, trying to deflect the intensity of his gaze.

Jey shook his head, his hand sliding up to cradle her cheek.  “Nah, baby girl. I mean every word. You’re so damn beautiful.”

Her heart clenched at the sincerity in his voice, and before she could respond, he leaned down and kissed her again, his lips moving against hers with a slowness that felt deliberate, almost teasing.

He kissed down her neck, his teeth grazing her skin as he left love bites in his wake. Red, purplish marks she knew she’d have to conceal with makeup tomorrow.  When he reached her breasts, he took his time, his lips and tongue exploring her soft skin until her back arched off the bed and her fingers tangled in his hair.

“Jey,” she whimpered, her voice trembling with need.

“Yeah, baby?” he asked, his voice low and teasing as he kissed the underside of her breast.

“I need you,” she breathed, her hands tightening in his hair.

He chuckled softly, his breath warm against her skin.  “You got me, mama. I’m right here…ain’t goin’ nowhere.”

But still, he didn’t rush. His hands slid down her body, gripping her thighs and spreading them gently. The way he looked at her like she was something precious, something he wanted to take his time with made her heart race.

“I almost forgot how pretty your pussy is,” he murmured, his thumb brushing over her slick folds.  “Look at you, baby girl. Already so wet for me.”

Nyx whimpered, her thighs trembling as he slid a finger inside her, his touch slow and deliberate. “Jey,” she gasped, her hips bucking against his hand.

“I know, mama,” he said softly, his lips brushing against her inner thigh. “I got you.”

He took his time, building her up slowly, his fingers curling inside her just right while his thumb worked lazy circles over her clit.  When he finally leaned in and pressed his tongue against her, she cried out, her back arching off the bed.

“Shit,” she whimpered, her hands clutching at the sheets.

“That’s it, baby,” he murmured against her, his voice vibrating through her.  “Let it out. Lemme hear you.”

Jey worked her like it was second nature, his tongue and fingers driving her higher and higher until the pleasure was almost unbearable. When she came, it was with a broken cry, her body trembling as the waves of her orgasm crashed over her.

But he wasn’t done.

“Shhh,” he murmured, kissing his way back up her body as she tried to catch her breath. “I got you, baby girl.  You want more?”

She whimpered softly, her body still trembling from her release, but Jey didn’t stop. His lips found hers again, kissing her softly as he slid his fingers inside her once more. The overstimulation made her squirm, but he held her steady, his free hand gripping her thigh.

“You’re so fuckin’ good for me,” he murmured against her lips.  “So perfect, baby girl.  That’s my good girl.”

The praise sent a fresh wave of heat through her, and she whimpered, her hips grinding against his hand as he brought her to the edge again.

Jey helped her ride out the aftershocks of her second orgasm, his lips soft and tender against the skin of her shoulder blade.  

Nyx laid there, her body trembling with the remnants of her earlier releases. Her lips parted as she caught her breath, her thighs still slightly trembling from the way his mouth had just worshiped her.

Jey hovered above her, taking his time, his dark, hungry eyes scanning every inch of her like she was a piece of art carefully crafted just for him. His lips curved into a lopsided, boyish grin, but his voice was thick and raspy when he spoke.

"You got no idea what you do to me, baby girl," he murmured. "I’ve been dreamin’ about this for months. About you. Feelin’ you, hearin’ you, bein’ inside you again. And now that you’re here…" He let the sentence trail off, his hands sliding up her sides, his thumbs grazing the undersides of her breasts. "Now that you’re here, I’m gonna take my fuckin’ time with you."

Her breath hitched as his lips found her neck, leaving slow, open-mouthed kisses along the column of her throat.  He lingered there, sucking gently at her pulse point until she whimpered, body shifting slightly against the bed. Her hands found their way to his broad shoulders, fingers curling into the soft fabric of his shirt.

Jey’s kisses moved lower, his lips and tongue exploring every inch of her chest, her stomach, the soft dips and curves of her body.  He stopped at her breasts, his large hands cupped them, thumbs brushing over her sensitive nipples, drawing a soft gasp from her lips.

“So fuckin’ perfect," he murmured, leaning down to take one in his mouth. His tongue swirled slowly, his lips tugging gently at her nipple, while his other hand kneaded her opposite breast.

Nyx gasped, her hands tangling in his curls as she arched into his touch. Her body felt like it was on fire, every nerve ending alive under his attention.

"Jey, please," she whimpered, her voice trembling.

He released her breast with a wet pop, grinning up at her.  "Please what, baby girl?  Tell me what you need."

"I need you," she breathed, her thighs pressing together as her arousal grew.

He chuckled softly, kissing his way back up to her lips.  "I know, mama. I know what you need. And I’m gonna give it to you. Just let me take my time."

He kissed her deeply, his tongue sliding against hers in a way that made her toes curl.  His hands gripped her hips, tugging her closer until she could feel the hard length of him pressing against her thigh through his pants. 

As if sensing her anticipation, Jey pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against hers. "Don’t worry, baby girl. I got you. I’ll take care of you."

Jey shifted, sitting back on his heels as he pulled his pants down his hips. Nyx’s eyes widened slightly at the sight of him thick, hard, and already leaking at the tip. She bit her lip, her thighs squeezing together instinctively.

“Don’t act like you ain’t seen it before, girl,” he said, his voice low and teasing as he leaned back down to kiss her neck.

“Not acting.” she huffs playfully annoyed, her cheeks flushing.

He chuckled softly, his lips brushing against her ear.  "Don’t be nervous, baby. You’ve already taken me before. You can handle it.  You’re my good girl, remember?"

The praise made her shiver, and she nodded, her hands gripping his shoulders as he lined himself up with her entrance. He slid the tip against her folds, teasing her, gathering her wetness before slowly, slowly easing himself inside.

"Shit," he muttered, his jaw tightening as he sank into her inch by inch.  "You’re so fuckin’ tight, baby girl. Grippin’ me good…goddamn.”

Nyx gasped, her nails digging into his back as he stretched her.  He was big, and the slow pace only made her hyperaware of how deeply he filled her.

"Jey," she whimpered, her voice trembling.

"I know, mama," he groaned, his forehead pressing against hers as he bottomed out.  "I know. You feel so damn good."

He stayed still for a moment, letting her adjust, his hands rubbing soothing circles into her hips.  He kissed her softly, murmuring praises against her lips.

"You’re takin’ me so good, baby. Kept that pussy tight for me huh?”

His words made her moan, her walls fluttering around him as her body relaxed. Slowly, he began to move, his thrusts deep and measured, each one dragging a soft whimper from her lips.

"That’s it," he murmured, his voice low and wrecked. "Just like that, baby girl. Let me take care of you."

The pace was slow but devastating, every roll of his hips sending waves of pleasure crashing through her. Nyx clung to him, her legs wrapping around his waist as he thrust into her, the wet sound of their bodies meeting filling the room.

"You’re so fuckin’ perfect," he rasped, his lips brushing against her neck. "So good for me, baby.."

The praise pushed her closer to the edge, her thighs trembling as the tension in her belly built higher and higher.  Tears pricked at her eyes, and she whimpered, her nails raking down his back.

"I’m gonna…" she gasped, her voice breaking.  “Jey, I’m gonna—"

"I got you, baby," Jey said, his voice soft but commanding.  “Give it to me. Cum for me, mama."

With a broken cry, she shattered around him, her walls clenching tightly as her orgasm ripped through her.  Tears streamed down her cheeks as her body shook with the force of it, her nails digging into his shoulders as she held onto him like a lifeline.

Jey groaned, his hips stuttering as he followed her over the edge, spilling into her with a low, guttural moan. He held her close, his arms wrapped tightly around her as they rode out their highs together, their breaths mingling in the quiet aftermath.

He collapsed beside her, pulling her into his chest as they caught their breath. He kissed her forehead, his lips lingering there as his hand rubbed slow, lazy circles into her back.

The room was quiet now, the faint buzz of the nightlife outside leaking into the room.  The amber light from the bedside lamp cast a warm glow over the hotel suite, highlighting the sheen of sweat glistening on their bodies as they lay tangled together in the aftermath of their passion.

Nyx rested against Jey’s chest, her head tucked just beneath his chin, her bare body pressed against his.  His strong arms were wrapped around her, holding her close like she might disappear if he let go.  The steady rhythm of his heartbeat under her ear was grounding, a reminder that this was real, that this was them.

Jey let out a deep, satisfied sigh, his large hand sliding lazily up and down her back, the weight of it soothing and protective.  His fingers traced soft patterns into her skin, sending shivers down her spine despite the heat radiating off their bodies.

“You good, baby girl?” he asked softly. .

Nyx nodded, her lips curving into a soft smile against his chest.  “Yeah… I’m good,” she murmured, her voice light and content.

He tilted his head down to look at her, smiling lazily.  “Yeah? I didn’t go too hard on you, did I?”

She laughed softly, the sound warm and intimate, as her fingers traced absentminded circles on his chest.  “No, Jey. You were… perfect.”

He smirked, his hand moving to cup her chin, tilting her face up so he could meet her eyes.  “Perfect, huh?” he teased, leaning in to press a kiss to her lips.  “Good to know I still got it.”

Nyx rolled her eyes playfully, her fingers sliding up to toy with her chain that rested against his chest.  “Don’t get cocky now,” she said, though the fondness in her voice betrayed her words.

Jey chuckled, his thumb brushing over her cheek as he studied her face. There was a softness in his gaze, something deeper than lust, something that made Nyx’s chest tighten in the best way.

“I meant what I said, you know,” he said, his tone quieter now, more serious.

Nyx blinked up at him, her brows furrowing slightly.  “What do you mean?”

Jey shifted, propping himself up on one elbow so he could look at her fully.  His free hand slid down to rest on her hip, his fingers curling around the soft curve there.

“About this,” he said, his gaze locking onto hers.  “About you. This ain’t just a hookup for me, Nyx. I don’t want you thinkin’ that.”

Her breath hitched slightly at his words, her heart pounding in her chest.  She had known, deep down, that this wasn’t just casual fling for him. He’d flown her out to California, brought her to the premiere, held her hand in public like she was someone he was proud to be with. But hearing him say it out loud made it feel more real, made it settle deep into her bones.

“I don’t think it’s just a hookup,” she said softly, her voice steady despite the emotions swirling in her chest.

Jey’s lips curved into a small smile, and he leaned down to press another kiss to her lips, this one softer, sweeter, as if sealing his promise to her.

“Good,” he murmured against her lips.  “Because you’re mine now, baby girl. I told you, I don’t play about you.”

Nyx couldn’t stop the grin that spread across her face, her fingers sliding up to ruffle his hair.  “Yours, huh?”

“Damn right,” he said, his voice full of confidence.  He kissed her again, slower this time, taking his time to savor the feel of her lips against his.  When he pulled back, he rested his forehead against hers, his soft brown eyes holding hers.

“And just so we’re clear,” he continued, his tone softer now, almost shy.  “I’m takin’ you out on a real date. No cameras, no press, no crazy crowds. Jus’ me and you.”

Nyx’s eyes widened slightly in surprise.  “Really?”

Jey nodded, his thumb brushing over her bottom lip.  “Really, mama.  I’ve been waitin’ to do this right. And after tonight, I couldn’t wait no more.”

Her heart swelled at his words, and she couldn’t help the smile that spread across her face.  “So what kind of date are we talkin’ about?” she teased, her voice light.

Jey grinned, his dimples showing as he leaned back slightly to rest on his elbow, still hovering over her.  “Whatever you want, baby girl.  Fancy restaurant?  Done. Beach?  Say less.  Hell, I’ll take your pretty ass to Waffle House if they got one here.”

Nyx laughed, the sound warm and full, as she reached up to cup his cheek.  “You’re too much, you know that?”

“Maybe,” he said, his grin widening.  “But you like me anyway.”

She rolled her eyes, though her smile didn’t waver. “Yeah, I guess I do.”

Jey’s hand slid up to rest over hers, his eyes softening as he looked down at her.  “You deserve to be treated right, Nyx.  And I wanna be the one to do it.”

Her chest tightened at the sincerity in his voice, and she leaned up to kiss him again, her arms wrapped around his neck as she poured every unspoken feeling into the kiss.

When they finally pulled apart, Jey smirked down at her, his dimples deepening.  “So, what do you say, baby girl?  You gon’ let me take you out and do this thing right?”

Nyx pretended to think for a moment, her lips twitching into a teasing smile. “Hmm… I guess I could clear my schedule.”

Jey chuckled, leaning down to nip playfully at her bottom lip.  “Keep playin’, mama. You know you’re already mine.”

She laughed, her arms wrapping around his neck as she pulled him closer.  “Yeah,” she said softly, her voice full of affection.  “I am.”

And for the first time in a long time, Nyx felt like she was exactly where she was meant to be: right there in Jey’s arms.

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Man of the Year [Ewan Mitchell x Wife!Reader]

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Summary: Although I’m not taking actor requests anymore, I am so proud of Ewan for being an honoree for British GQ’s Man of the Year. So please enjoy this 574 word lil drabble. 💚

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You ran a brush through your hair as you stood in the hotel bathroom, makeup-free and already wearing one of your husband’s t-shirts, ready for bed. A small smile filled your features, hearing your four-year-old daughter’s voice through the phone, talking about how much she missed you and Ewan.

You were staying in a hotel, having traveled to London for GQ’s Man of the Year event at the Roof Gardens. You were proud of Ewan, having watched his career grow and how hard he worked to get where he is today. You first met him on the set of Netflix’s The Last Kingdom, playing his opposite, Fianna*. The two of you stayed close friends. Ewan helped you through your pregnancy with Evelyn when your boyfriend left, and he helped you get the role of his wife, Adryana Targaryen*, in HBO’s House of the Dragon.

In between seasons, you and Ewan became a couple. Nearly a year later, the two of you became husband and wife, and Ewan adopted Evie as his own; she was already his father more than her biological father was. 

“Am I going to see you and Mommy tomorrow?” You heard Evie whine as you walked out, leaning against the bathroom doorway, a giggle passing your lips.

Ewan chuckled. “Of course, princess. Now tell your grandmother to stop giving you sugar and head to bed, okay? Mommy and I love you and miss you and Ellie very much.”

You walked closer after he blew kisses and hung up, relaxing in his lap as he threw his phone to the side. “As much as I love our girls, I’m glad we had this night alone,” you said softly, fingers running through his blonde hair that still had some bleach from June. It felt like you hadn’t had a night alone in over a year, having given birth a couple of months ago to your second daughter, Eleanor.

Ewan hummed, his hands instinctively going to your waist, rubbing your sides gently while he looked up at you with his shining blue eyes. “We do deserve a night to ourselves, don’t we?” He asked with furrowed brows.

You moved your hands to his cheek, nodding, your smile widening. “Did I already tell you how proud I am of you?”

“About a hundred times,” he replied teasingly.

You leaned your head against his. “Well, make it a hundred and one. Being an honoree is an accomplishment,” you whispered. “But you will always be the man of the year to me.” You pulled back with a hum. “And we should celebrate.”

Ewan raised his brows in curiosity. “Oh?”

You nodded. “With a giant pizza from room service,” you replied with a smirk.

He returned your smirk, pinching your side lightly. “Such a tease,” he whispered, pulling you close for a kiss.

You returned his kiss, placing your hands on Ewan’s chest to pull away. “We have two different definitions of celebrating, but I’m hungry,” you told him with a pout.

He chuckled, keeping one arm around you as he reached to pick up the hotel phone. “Fine, we can do both celebrations then.”

You smiled wide, leaning down to pepper his face with kisses. “Thank you, man of the year.”

Ewan only gave you a charming smile and leaned up, giving you one more soft kiss before he called the downstairs restaurant, ordering a bottle of champagne and a large pepperoni pizza to begin the celebrations.

*Fianna and Adryana are my OCs for Osferth and Aemond, respectfully. 💚

[ofhouseusher]

⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅ Tis the Season for Drama ‧͙*̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚

pairing: Rhaenys Targaryen x oc

word count: 18.455

summary: holiday au. christmas dinner with the targaryens went great until it didn't (or did it?)

tags: mostly just fluff, a wee bit angsty, a targaryen christmas but make it very lesbian, older woman/younger woman, established relationship, romance, christmas special

a/n: short little feel good christmas fic! better late than never guys. aemma, viserys and luce are alive and happy because i say so. this is modern au of my 'a place for you and me (and our dragons)' fic. also no greens in this au. anyways, merry (very) belated christmas. enjoy <3 continue here on ao3

Visenya Targaryen had never been fond of the holidays. There was something uniquely cruel about a season that wrapped itself in glitter and joy, parading around like it was doing everyone a favor. She could never understand its allure. It was suffocating—a relentless barrage of cheer that only served to remind her of how utterly miserable she was.

Every December, like clockwork, sparkling lights blinked mockingly at her from every street corner, carolers crooned in their off-key desperation, and her inbox flooded with party invitations she didn’t want to attend. Returning home for the holidays was its own kind of torture. She’d walk through the door to find her family in a mid-decorating frenzy, all laughter and tangled string lights, while she stood there like a sullen raincloud.

“Visenya, why don’t you ever bring someone home?” they’d ask as if she didn’t already feel like the human embodiment of an empty chair. Or worse, “Are you still single?” Because nothing says festive like being reminded you’re failing at life according to someone else’s timeline.

And don’t get her started on the romance of the season. Couples skating hand in hand, cozying up by fires, exchanging heartfelt gifts. Every rom-com on Netflix taunted her with happy endings she’d never quite believed in. It wasn’t that she didn’t want love—she did, desperately—but the holidays had a way of turning that longing into a sharp, unbearable ache. 

Her coping mechanisms were predictable: working overtime, ignoring calls, traveling across the world, getting drunk in some après-ski in the Swiss Alps, and binge-watching anything aggressively un-Christmasy. One year, Visenya booked a solo trip to Bali just to avoid the whole charade, only to end up crying into a subpar cocktail as a nearby couple got engaged under twinkling lights. Even paradise wasn’t safe.

For all her efforts, the holidays remained unbearable—a glossy veneer stretched over a hollow core.

That is, until Rhaenys.

She waltzed into Visenya’s life like a wildfire in the dead of winter. Their first holiday after tying the knot was a disaster. Visenya had made it clear she didn’t “do” holidays, while Rhaenys had decided they would celebrate. There had been arguments—heated ones—over everything from decorating the hearth to attending family functions. Rhaenys insisted on tradition; Visenya argued that tradition could go to hell.

Rhaenys, a walking Pinterest board of festive cheer, had declared war on Visenya’s Scrooge-like tendencies. She dragged her to tree-lighting ceremonies, made her wear an ugly sweater, and insisted on decorating cookies together. Visenya resisted every step of the way, muttering curses and pretending she wasn’t enjoying herself.

But Rhaenys had a way of melting Visenya’s defenses without her even realizing it. She’d find herself grumbling as she helped hang garlands or bake bread, swearing under her breath the entire time, only to catch Rhaenys smiling at her in that way that made her stomach twist. The first time they attended a family dinner as a married couple, Visenya sulked in the corner with the toddlers until Rhaenys forced her to dance. She had resisted, of course, but Rhaenys didn’t take no for an answer, of course. By the end of the night, Visenya found herself laughing—actually laughing—as they spun around Aemma’s living room like fools.

Over time, Rhaenys chipped away at her defenses. She didn’t demand Visenya change; she simply made the holidays feel less like a burden and more like… home. For the first time, Visenya found herself looking forward to things—lazy mornings in bed with Rhaenys, sneaking kisses under the mistletoe, and watching terrible holiday movies with the kids while pretending not to cry. She even tolerated Viserys’ annual speech about family and togetherness.

Marrying Rhaenys didn’t just change Visenya’s feelings about the holidays—it obliterated them entirely. And right now, their home was a mess of tangled lights, garlands strewn across the floor, and a half-decorated Christmas tree standing in the middle of the living room.

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[outofconcheol]

Exit West (LMH x F!Reader)

pairing: Minho x f!reader (afab)

genres/au/rating: angst, smut, some fluff, post-apocalyptic au (based on the Netflix series Sweet Home), 18+

summary: Even when the world is plunged into its darkest hour, you find the faintest light in Minho.

warnings: heavy angst, lots of mentions of blood and injuries (i tried to make it as non-graphic as possible), minor character deaths, weapons, panic attack (again not graphic), it's heavily implied OC struggles with agoraphobia and PTSD, brief infidelity, Minho and reader do get into verbal arguments (they're a little toxic lol), Minho is a true loverboy, ambiguous but hopeful ending, smut warnings: kissing, fingering (f rec), unprotected sex, brief nipple play

word count: 6.3k

a/n: i'm so sorry that this took so long, google docs decided to be a jerk and delete a huge chunk of this while i was working on it (I apologize in advance for the poorly written angst)! It is based on the world of Sweet Home but honestly you don't need to have watched the show or read the webtoon to follow along. the title is from the book by Mohsin Hamid. I hope you enjoy! &lt;;3

The sharp wire of the metal fence cuts into Minho’s palms, digging into his mottled skin, and he braces himself for the jump. Leaping over, Minho lands silently on his feet, skills honed from many years of observing his cats take the same leap from couches or counters. But none of that existed anymore.

His eyes remain sharp, taking in the cover of woods around him, and he remembers that while the trees helped him stay hidden, they hid the monsters from his sight as well. No sooner than he’s managed to calm down the ever-present racing of his heart, he’s swinging the door to the bunker open, closing it quietly behind him.

Wincing, he examines the cuts on his palms, tinged with dirty specks of rust. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could keep doing this, knowing the small supply of rubbing alcohol he’d managed to collect over the past few months was now down to the last bottle. And there was no more to be found.

The small bit of sunlight that streams in through the barely-qualifying window illuminates your sleeping figure nestled amongst a pile of dirty blankets, and Minho almost hesitates to disturb you like this. You look so peaceful like this, a stark contrast to the emptiness that fills your eyes when you wake, the pain of living through two starkly different lifetimes contained in their depths. He knows his eyes hold the same.

“___,” he shakes you awake gently, watching you stir. The gashes that mar your face have begun to scab over, leaving ugly scars in their wake.

“I brought dinner.”

That gets you to jolt up, rubbing sleepily at your eyes. 

“Are you okay? Anything hurt?” You shake your head, a small frown on your face when you see the fresh red marks that litter his palms. He has the feeling you’re lying to him again, but he doesn’t push it. A lot went unspoken between you two.

Minho wordlessly hands you over a full sleeve of crackers, your eyes lighting up. You chomp down eagerly on one, before pausing, holding it out to him.

“I already ate,” he lies, knowing he didn’t want you to sacrifice any kind of meal for his sake. He’d eat the less full sleeve when you fell back asleep.

Moments of silence pass between you, the soft sounds of your eating lulling Minho’s tired eyes to fall, becoming heavy with sleep. He rests his head on his knees, fighting back the shiver that night brought with it. 

A deafening roar breaks through the stillness, and you freeze, dropping the crackers to the ground. Minho is by your side in an instant, hand tentatively reaching out towards your shoulder. But he never closes the gap.

“Ten seconds,” you croak out, so softly that Minho thinks he might not have heard you. “If the distance that sounds travel is 343 metres per second, then ten seconds means it’s far enough away from us.”

The ghost of a smile twitches at Minho’s lips, and he wants to praise your sharp skills, considering he’d only ever been a pabo, but you’ve turned around and fallen asleep again, your back to him. 

Minho settles into the blankets across from you, watching you for a few minutes before his body is weighed down by the exhaustion of the day, knowing the exact same thing waited tomorrow. The end of the world was more boring than he’d expected it to be.

It hadn’t always been this way. The chaos had naturally broken through the quiet, starting one night when a fire broke out in his apartment complex. Amidst the screams and sounds of windows shattering, Minho’s only concern had been the cats, scooping them up, taking special care to cover their ears from the blaring alarms. But all of it hadn’t made a difference anyway.

He thought it was his neighbour at the end of the hallway. Or at least, it looked like him. He’d always had some sort of disdain for the man - in Minho’s eyes he talked too much. Always interrupting him during his morning mail runs to brag about his latest conquests when it came to dating. It was a sore spot for Minho, especially considering his own romantic interests were so singular, something he didn’t want to get into whenever his neighbor cornered him.

But the vain man who talked Minho’s ear off about sleeping with as many women as possible was nowhere to be found, lithe limbs transforming into ropes that broke through the ceiling. Heading straight for Minho.

Somewhere in the chaos, Minho briefly had time to register that whatever was in front of him was no longer human. And so, he did the only thing he could do. Run.

The floor slipped underneath him, hurtling Minho to the ground, the cat carrier thrown open next to him. Soonie, Doongi, and Dori are nowhere to be found. His palms claw against the tile, trying and failing to lift himself up, eyes widening when he sees the red that coats his palms.

“Please,” Minho croaks, attempting to break through to the human underneath the monster. “Don’t do this.”

There’s a brief flash, a spindly arm reaching out for Minho’s face, and he ducks. The sound of shattering glass follows, the grotesque body flinging itself out the window. Minho heaves, hot tears leaking from his face as he remains curled in the fetal position, arms braced over his head. When his breath returns to him, he looks over at the empty carrier and lets out a sob. Slowly, his eyes turn to the shattered window. 

Blood lines its jagged edges, dripping to join the mess on the floor. Peering downwards, Minho sees the mangled body of the thing (he refused to acknowledge it had been his neighbor) that had attacked him, unmoving. 

He had to get out of there.

…

The knock at the door startles you. It’d been days since you’d locked yourself away from the chaos, days since you’d heard a sound. But the screams would never leave your head. 

You’ve been huddled up in the same corner since it all started, exactly ten feet away from the door. Close enough to act quickly in case someone (or something) came knocking, but far enough away to duck into one of the rooms of your apartment for safety. 

However, the splitting pain in your ankle prevents you from doing either. The bruises are turning a nasty shade of yellow, mixing with the unsightly violet from before. You’re pretty sure it’s broken, your bookcase toppling over onto it the day this had all started.

The knock startles you again. It’s soft, gentler than the ramming you’d expected if a monster were to come knocking. But still, you could never be too safe. 

“Churu,” a soft voice whispers through the darkness, and you freeze. There was only one person in the world who’d know that word, and come knocking at your door.

Your palms burn as you drag yourself against the floor, taking extra care to make as little sound as possible. Fighting the urge to curse when the door creaks, you brace yourself against it, peering through the peephole. 

The banged-up face of Lee Minho greets you on the other end, and you nearly sob with relief. Swinging the door open, you take him in at the threshold, peering at you with a strange gaze. You’d often joked to Minho that his eyes resembled his cats’, curiosity mixed with having seen too much contained in their depths. But it seemed especially true today, his lip split open and face haggard while he clutched a baseball bat in his hand.

You know the first thing he’s going to ask before it even leaves his mouth.

“Are you hurt?” he huffs out, watching you collapse against the door frame.

“Junho is gone.” You watch Minho’s entire figure tense up when his best friend’s name comes off your lips, his grip around the bat tightening.

“I-, I tried to talk to him, but there was a weird sound on my phone that kept breaking us up, and then I heard him scream, and then…”

You collapse against Minho in a fit of sobs, forced to recount those awful last moments when you’d heard your boyfriend die over a phone call, the chilling screech of something that wasn’t human cutting off his screams for help. And you were trapped halfway across the city, crumpled on the floor, unable to do anything to help him.

Minho’s arms wrap around you, supporting your weight, and he’s moving you both over the threshold, taking care to shut the door softly behind him. You don’t know how many minutes you spend wailing against his chest, the sight of another human forcing you to confront the horror you’d dealt with in the past few days, but eventually, the pain in your ankle makes itself known again, and you slide to the floor.

Minho rests his head against the door frame, his own eyes red-rimmed, and you watch his face contort, trying to hold back the tears from falling.

“I’m sorry,” you blurt out, watching Minho’s gaze snap to yours. 

“What for?” he croaks. “It wasn’t your fault.”

“I’m so scared, Minho,” your eyes fill with tears. “I thought that no one would come for me, that I’d be alone here, and that I’d…”

You choke, unable to finish the sentence, and you watch Minho straighten next to you. The warmth of his hand wrapping around your waist startles you, watching his lithe body contort as he helps you up off the floor, taking special care not to put weight on your ankle.

“You’re with me now. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

There’s a furrow in Minho’s brow when he hears your request, lips tightening into a thin line while his throat bobs.

“Absolutely not.”

The decision is final, resolute, stubborn — Minho’s arms are crossed over each other, and he stares down at your figure among the blankets, eyeing the makeshift splint currently tied around your ankle.

“Minho, please.” It comes out as a whine, years building in your eyes from the frustration of being trapped in the bunker for months on end. 

“I said no.”

Minho had dragged the two of you to safety not long after he’d found you, stealthily dodging the strange creatures that had begun to pop up on the city landscape. There was little in common between them besides their monstrous appearances, but Junho’s screams lingered in the back of your mind, causing you to wake up every night in a cold sweat for the first few weeks.

The tiny bunker became your new home, and Minho your roommate, forced together by circumstances beyond your control. You’d snapped at him when he brought up the idea of leaving, wanting to search for food and supplies outside. 

Unfortunately, your ankle made the final decision for you — Minho would have to be the sacrificial lamb, risking his life for you both. It filled you with an immeasurable amount of guilt, knowing he put himself in danger every day to provide for you both. But it also made you angry, the listlessness that had begun to brew inside you only becoming stronger when you felt more and more useless every time he’d come back with food and medicine for you and nothing for himself. 

Regret cut through you like a searing knife. Who was Minho to do all these things? He’d been Junho’s best friend, not yours. The relationship between you two had been cordial at best, Minho barely managing to string more than five words together every time he was around you. It always seemed to you like Minho stood at the other end of a vast abyss, impossible for you to reach in any way. Admittedly, you’d been no help in closing the chasm, even since you’d both escaped together, the pain in your ankle lulling you to sleep as soon as you swallowed the meds he brought every day. 

Your eyes flit to Minho across the bunker, holed up into the corner. You watch his hands rummage around in his pocket, pulling out a switchblade. The shiny metal gleams in the rays of the sun, Minho’s fingers enclosing around a lock of his messy, overgrown hair—

“STOP!” The switchblade clatters to the floor at the sound of your voice, Minho’s lips parting in surprise. A deep flush creeps across your neck, wondering what had prompted you to interrupt him in the moment. His eyes study you with a curious glint, a thousand questions hidden in them.

“You’ll dull the knife,” you manage to get out, amazed at the calmness in your voice despite your heart racing at a million miles an hour. “What if we need it?”

Minho’s lips twist up into a smirk, and you wonder if he can see through your thinly veiled excuse. If he does, he doesn’t say anything, throwing a baseball cap over the shaggy strands, smiling when they fall into his eyes. 

“Fine,” he acquiesces. “You can come along. But any sign of trouble and you have to leave me and get back here, okay?”

“What do you mean, leave you? You’re coming back with me, of course.”

“___.”

“Minho.”

You push yourself off the ground with your palms, hobbling over to Minho’s side. 

“Thank you,” you whisper softly to him, and Minho rubs at the back of his neck sheepishly, before the door to the bunker creaks open once more, this time the two of you stepping out into the sun together. 

. . . 

Sweat pools on Minho’s shirt, the sun beating down on the two of you while you make your way through the woods, eventually finding yourselves in a vast field. You’re slower than he is, trailing behind him while you skip on your partially healed ankle, but Minho finds he doesn’t mind.

In fact, he thinks he must look like a fool, the huge smile that threatens to take over his face creeping up every few minutes. Somehow, it feels different now, having you here with him. The sun’s rays feel less ruthless, and there’s the faint rustling of a breeze through the meadow. It's almost like he’s on an adventure, and not caught in an endless struggle for survival. He’s filled with the hope that maybe the two of you can come out of this alive. Together.

Pushing through the blades of grass, Minho pauses when he hears a small thud behind him, followed by the faint sound of wheezing. Turning on his heels, his heart turns to ice when he sees you, knees curled to your chest, the faint sheen of sweat lingering on your skin. 

“Shit!” Minho curses into thin air, crouching onto the dirt next to you. “Stay with me ___!”

His arm swings out to steady you, but recoils at the last second, not wanting to startle you. Guilt eats away at his chest when he realizes this is all his fault. He’d been the one to agree to let you go outside. Realization dawns on him that there’d been a reason you stayed in the bunker the entire time, his mind flashing back to the days you must have spent alone in your apartment, full of pain, wondering if anyone would show up.

Minho panics, looking around the field for something, anything that could help hold you over until this passes, when a thought crosses his mind.

“Do you want to hear about the time I tried to walk my cats?” He babbles out, cheeks hot at the silly interruption. It works though, your face jolts up, the trance finally broken. Your eyes are red-rimmed, hair dampened with sweat, snot running down your nose. Minho thinks you’ve never looked more beautiful.

“It was in a field just like this, I brought them out here with their harnesses,” he continues, the smile growing on his face when he sees the stream of tears that run down your cheeks dry up.

“It was a disaster. I thought Doongie ran away for sure, and Soonie just laid down in the grass on his belly, refusing to get up. Dori was the only one who took to it,” he reminsces fondly, a half-sob, half-chuckle escaping him at the memory, trying to soothe the hollow ache in his heart when he thinks of them.

“I wish I’d met them,” you reply softly, your hand resting on Minho’s shoulder.

“It was my fault,” Minho spits out bitterly. “Junho was over all the time, I could have introduced you. They would have really liked you I think.”

Just like I do.

“I hope we find them,” your voice is quiet, but there’s a resoluteness to it that surprises Minho. “They have to be out there somewhere, waiting for you.”

That strange feeling of hope bubbles up in Minho’s chest again, and he helps you up, fighting the burning in his cheeks when your hand remains clasped in his, the two of you hobbling through the field.

Half an hour later, and you’re stopped outside the remains of what looked to be a convenience store, completely ransacked. Minho ignores the emptiness he feels when he lets go of your hand to peer inside, his heart dropping at the bare shelves.

Behind him, a twig snaps, your sharp gasp echoing amidst the silence. The gleam of the switchblade is apparent in seconds, Minho pulling it out of his pocket.

The woman is whimpering, her gauzy white dress in tatters. His eyes trail to her hands, the discoloured nails offset by the glint of a fancy diamond ring, and for a moment, he could almost believe she’d just walked out of the church, beaming from the happiest day of her life.

But her eyes say differently. Hollow pools of black, nothing behind them. She’s one of them.

“___, run.” Minho commands, not even turning to look behind him. He hopes you’re gone already, hopes you won’t have to stick around to see this dark side of him, the one that was used to doing battle with monsters every time he left the safety of your little bunker.

But you’re not gone. Your hand wraps around his, lifting it up to study the switchblade in his hand. He looks into your eyes, full of fear but also sadness at the sight in front of you, and he wonders if you see yourself in her. What things could have been with Junho.

“I don’t think she’s going to hurt us,” you wrestle Minho’s blanched fingers off the blade. “We should just go.”

You pocket the knife, Minho’s jaw tensing at the thought of leaving the woman behind, unsure of the potential harm she could cause. He opens his mouth to protest, but realizes you’ve already begun to walk away, your slumped figure visible against the setting sun. You’re crying again.

The woman wails harder when she sees the two of you go, her cries echoing into the silent night.

It’s cold tonight in the bunker. 

You shiver among the pile of blankets, watching your breath turn into mist in the frosty air. Teeth chattering, you look over to Minho. His pile of blankets is even more sparse than your own, and you catch sight of his own trembling figure. 

It’s cold, your voice echoes in the back of your mind, your feet dragging across the floor, the blankets dragging behind you. 

It’s cold, it echoes again, Minho stirring when you lay by his side, throwing the extra blankets over the two of you. His eyes go wide with shock when he sees your face across his in the darkness, studying the way your hair falls messily in your face, the rapid rising of your chest with every breath. 

It’s cold, it repeats a final time, your lips surging forward to meet Minho’s, a strange noise escaping his throat before one of his arms comes up to wrap around you, his other palm steadying him against the floor. It’s cold and Minho is warm, the heat from his body burning through you when his tongue traces your lips, before slipping inside, a low whine escaping your throat. 

You break away from him, flushed and shivering, but no longer cold. Minho’s hot breath fans against your cheeks, his thumb resting tentatively at the curve of your jaw.

“Touch me please,” you beg him, and his grip around your waist tightens, hands tracing circles on your side. His lips find yours again, thumbs slipping underneath the hem of your shirt, resting against the curve of your hips. You burrow your face into Minho’s neck, leaving featherlight kisses against his jaw, heat rising in your chest when you hear Minho hold his breath. Breaking away, you meet his gaze, the tips of his ears turning red. 

“Anything,” he whispers against your lips. “I’ll do anything for you.”

Sparks crackle in the air between you, the once stagnant air in the bunker becoming filled with frantic energy, you slipping a leg over to straddle Minho, him fumbling with the buttons to your clothes, pushing aside just enough to feel how wet you are. The fingers of his other hand trace under your shirt again, climbing up your stomach, thumbs brushing against the underside of your breasts before he tugs at your nipples. 

Sighing, your hips move against Minho’s hardness, pushing aside the worn fabric of Minho’s flannel to press kisses to his collarbones, his thumb working on your clit. Your back arches when he presses another finger inside, and the familiar burn of your orgasm begins to rise, building in your stomach.

“Let go for me,” Minho groans, and the deep growl in his voice has you hurtling over the edge, trembling as you fall apart on top of him. The two of you exchange shallow breaths, Minho’s fingers still buried inside you, and you feel your core begin to clench around them, whining from the oversensitivity.

“Please, please, can I fuck you?” Minho whispers, desperation in his tone. You nod, head spinning with everything that had happened, and you reach back under his sweats, fishing his cock out from underneath them.

He pushes into you slowly, groaning when he feels your walls widening to accommodate him. The two of you stay there for a few moments, catching your breath before you tell him it’s okay to move. His hips snap lazily against yours, fucking you slowly and deeply, soft pants and the sound of your wetness reverberating through the bunker.

You rock against him gently, and you reach for his hands, his warm fingertips slipping through your own easily, limbs tangling together in desperation. 

“You’re perfect god, you’re perfect, I love you, I love you so much,”  he slurs the words, the confession ringing in your ears, soft groans accompanied by the speeding up of his thrusts before he spills inside you. 

Lifting you off of him, his arms reach around your body to press you against him, his lips ghosting your forehead, and you feel the wet trail of tears on his cheeks. Eventually, his breathing slows, soft snores telling you he’s fallen asleep, but you remain restless for the rest of the night.

The headache hits Minho like a freight train in the morning, as he stares up at the rust-covered ceiling. There’s a faint chill in the air, one that became even more pronounced when he woke up and you weren’t by his side, and he wonders for a second if he’d imagined it all, from the softness of your lips to the way the words he’d been wanting to say, waiting years to say spilled out of his throat, every kiss and laugh you shared with Junho burned into his memory. And all he did was look on, hopeless in his desperation. Until everything changed last night.

A loud clang startles him, and he jumps up, watching you throw a heavy sack containing the supplies he’d stockpiled against the walls of the bunker, your back turned to him. He lifts himself off his feet, padding softly behind you, his arm reaching out for you.

“Don’t touch me,” you hiss, words clipped and venomous, and you keep rearranging, completely ignorant to the way Minho stands there, unable to formulate a response, his tongue feeling as though it’s weighed down with lead. 

Rage lights up inside him as he watches you move around him, the silence making his heart freeze over, and he decides that he can’t take it anymore. It’s been months with you acting this way, cold and distant, refusing to let Minho in. Before, he’d been able to write off your happiness with Junho as an excuse, as a reason why he couldn’t let himself get close to you. But Junho was long gone.

“We’re not doing this,” he spins you around to face him. “You don’t get to walk away from me like that.”

You push against Minho’s chest with all the might you can muster, and he staggers back. The look in your eyes makes you seem like a wounded animal, ready to pounce.

“Why’d you say it?” Another push, the words leaving you in a broken sob. “Why’d you do that?”

You bat against Minho’s chest until he can no longer take it, grabbing both of your hands with one of his, pinning you against the wall.

“Because it’s true,” he breathes, looking past you through the window outside, unable to meet your eyes. “I love you ____. I’ve loved you this entire time, even when you were with Junho. And I hate myself for it.”

He lets go of your arms, stepping back, his shoulders beginning to shake with the force of his own sobs. 

“Why do you think I stayed? Why do you think I put myself in danger every day to make sure that you had medicine for your ankle, food to fill your stomach? Why do you think I go out there and kill every single monster I run into, because I need to make it back here, to be with you again?”

“You shouldn’t!” you scream at him. “What kind of life is this? Love should be the last thing on your mind right now, Minho! You should fucking worry about your own neck, and stop giving a damn about me!”

The words tear through you, because you know that if it weren’t for his love, you wouldn’t even be alive right now. And it hurts, hurts to think of how long he’s spent living like this, merely surviving, a wall of ice around his chest.

“You’re right, I shouldn’t. But I do. Do you know that these past few months, I’m the happiest I’ve ever been? What kind of fucked up logic is that? I have nothing, nothing in this world besides this stupid bunker and the clothes on my back, and it makes me want to sob with joy. Because I get you. I get a chance at life with you, after so many years of wishing for it, and knowing I could never have it.”

He falls onto the ground, tucking his head into his knees. 

“The universe gave me another chance,” he whispers softly.

Your blood turns to ice, and you crouch down next to him.

“What do you mean, another chance?”

He looks at you, and you finally see all the pain in his eyes come to the surface, everything that he’s kept bottled up inside.

“It should have been me,” he mutters, lost in his own head. “I told Junho about how I wanted to go up to you that night, how beautiful I thought you were, but before I could do anything, he was there. It ended up being him.”

Your head reels from his confession, and you think back to everything that’s happened through the years. All those memories you had with Junho, Minho lingering in the background, purposely keeping his distance. Memories that you could have had with him instead. Bile rises up in the back of your throat, and you back away.

“I can’t do this, Minho, not right now, I can’t–” 

“I know.” He’s at the door before you can stop him, one foot on the other side of the threshold. “Don’t worry about it.”

He leaves before you can even ask him to stay.

Minho knocks back another shot, stomach churning when he sees Junho approach the pretty brunette, chatting her up. She’s batting her eyelashes and giggling at him, and he knows he should be grateful that his best friend is helping him out, on a desperate mission to cure Minho’s singleness.

But all he can focus on is you in the corner, nervously watching your boyfriend flirt with another girl, and Minho wants to vomit when he sees your lip tremble, eyes glassy with tears. 

He’d driven himself nearly mad with the fantasies about what he’d do if he was in Junho’s position, how much better he could treat you. But at the end of the day, that’s all they were. Fantasies. You two were happy together, and he had no place in it.

Minho suddenly remembers the shiny ring that Junho had shown him last week, tucked away in the drawer of his dresser, and decides promptly that he needs to step outside, the stale air of the bar burning his nostrils.

There’s a faint breeze outside, and it calms him, rewiring his muddled senses enough for him to plop down on the curb. Minho heaves, the alcohol coming back up his throat, but he tries his best to breathe deeply, like his therapist had told him. The pity in her eyes when he’d explained his feelings for you lingers in the back of his mind. You were a vice he couldn’t quit.

A shadow looms next to him, and Minho looks over to see you standing on the curb next to him, studying him curiously.

“Not a fan of cheap vodka?” you chuckle, taking a seat next to him, and Minho internally curses when he feels your thighs brush. He was too drunk for this. 

“Just needed some air,” he tries to laugh it off too. “Gonna have a killer headache tomorrow.”

“She was pretty,��� the statement startles him. He couldn’t give less of a damn about the girl Junho was talking to, but it seems that wasn’t the case for you.

“Not interested,” he grits out. Not when she’s not you.

“You know, dating isn’t all it’s cut out to be,” you sigh. “I mean, there are good times, don’t get me wrong, but the bad times feel a thousand times worse when you care about someone. Like seeing your boyfriend flirt with another girl right in front of you.”

There’s a bitter edge to your words, and Minho surprises you, reaching over to cup your cheek and tilt your head towards him.

“Junho is a fool,” the words come out in a slow, heavy breath.

“Happy birthday, Minho,” you whisper, a small smile on your face, and Minho leans in, lips searching for yours. The kiss is quick, a brief graze full of shy reluctance, but you’re surprised you don’t back away, dizzy when he retreats, and missing the feeling of his soft lips.

You lean your head on his shoulder, the two of you lingering on the curb for a few moments, before Junho’s loud voice echoes in the background, startling you apart from each other.

“Hey dipshits, the party’s inside,” he drawls, walking over to swoop you off your feet. Junho presses a peck to your cheek, wrapping his jacket around you, and your eyes roam around frantically, looking for any sign of Minho. But he’s already gone, the faint outline of his leather jacket the only thing you see before he disappears around the corner of the bar, vanishing into the night.

Minho stumbles through the forest, the pounding in his head only growing worse, the memory of the kiss you’d shared consuming his thoughts, splintered with snippets from the conversation with you. The one he’d been waiting so long to have.

The spell had been shattered, and Minho thinks he’s foolish to imagine that it could have lasted, the two of you playing house together, and he cursed the false hope he’d harboured for so long. It was a fucking apocalypse, you were desperate for release, and you’d never cared. Not like he did.

But then his mind flashes back to the kiss, and he doesn’t know what possessed him that night, or possessed you to return it. The moment was the single spark that kept the flickering flame of his love for you going, even now, when you’d basically banished him.

A sharp pain surges through him, and Minho staggers to the ground. He clutches the fabric of his shirt, lifting it up to see the ugly wound he’d been letting fester for weeks, a stray swipe from a monster he’d run into. It’s pulsating now, stabbing into his side, and he wants to kick himself. Why had he been so selfless?

Sometimes, he thinks loving you was the worst decision he’d ever made, the way it consumed him completely. He thinks that maybe if time could reverse, and he had a second chance, that he’d never do it, never lock eyes with you from across the party, your smile forever etched into his memory. But that was a lie. Minho knew he’d do it all again for as long as his heart continued to beat.

Minho feels something squelch on the ground below him, a metallic tang hitting the back of his throat. He swipes at it, crimson coating his fingers. Blood. His blood. He presses a tentative hand to his face, swiping at his leaking nose, but the bleeding won’t stop. There’s too much of it.

Minho screams when his spine cracks, the pain splitting through his entire body, and he feels his eyes roll back into his head. 

When he opens them again, the world is dark. And he runs.

. . .

Your lungs feel like they’re going to collapse, parched for air as you make your way through the forest, wobbling through the trees, looking for something, anything that could lead you to Minho. 

Your heartbeat echoes in your ears, accompanied by a ringing that hasn’t ceased since you left the bunker. The decision still made your stomach turn, afraid to confront the outside world without Minho by your side, but you had to find him. Had to let him know that you wouldn’t let him suffer anymore.

Mind lingering on a specific memory from Minho’s birthday, you realized there’d always been a strange undercurrent between you, even when Junho had been around. Despite how many times he drew away from you, you never let him escape completely. At first, you’d thought it was because he was Junho’s friend, but it all changed after that night outside the bar, your attraction to Minho settling in your chest like a lead weight.

You think back to the months you’d spent together, the world falling apart around you, and how Minho had become your entire world, the reason you’d continued to hope. How you’d fallen in love with every part of him, from the way he’d let you take the first share of food to the messy strands of his grown-out hair. 

The wind whips through your hair, the dense cover of trees thinning around you, and you stumble upon the meadow, a lone figure illuminated in the moonlight. You know it’s him.

“Minho!” you scream, watching as he stumbles across the field in response, trying to get away from you. “Minho!”

You scream until your voice runs hoarse, fighting through the pain in your ankle, and eventually, Minho draws closer and closer, collapsing in the middle of the field. His back is turned to you, and he ducks his head, avoiding your gaze.

You think he’ll run away when you approach him, but he remains lifeless, as still as a statue. Crouching down beside him, you lift his chin, turning his face up to you, a gasp caught in your throat at what you find.

There’s something wrong with his eyes. They shift from the dark brown irises you’d come to know to hollow pools of black. His face is smeared with blood, and his breathing is shallow.

“____, you have to go, I’m turning, it’s not safe, I’m not safe–,” Minho grabs your arm, looking at you with desperation in his eyes. His speech is garbled, but you can hear the gentle tone of his voice still trapped inside. He’s still Minho.

“How dare you tell me to run,” you hiss at him. “How dare you tell me to leave?”

“You don’t understand,” he growls, hands shaking in rage. “I’m a monster!”

Fear strikes you at the realization that something was very wrong with him, something neither you or him had ever been able to anticipate. But it’s overcome by a stronger, more profound emotion.

“I don’t care,” you take his face in your hands again. “I love you, Minho. I loved you through the world ending, and I’ll love you through this. Because your life is mine now, just like mine is yours. It’s our second chance. And we will do whatever it takes to survive.”

Minho clasps your hands in his, fingertips rubbing against your knuckles, and you smile when you notice that his eyes are normal again, no longer filled with darkness. Maybe there was a chance.

“We’ll head west,” Minho rests his forehead against yours, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. “I saw a hospital nearby. Maybe there are other survivors, people just like us.”

You nod, throwing your arms around him and burying your head into the crook of his neck. The two of you would exit west as soon as the sun rose, ready to start a new journey together.

Perhaps the life you shared was far from perfect but you realized that you’d clutched onto it as desperately as him, because he was the only thing you had. You were each other’s home.

a/n pt. 2: As always, any feedback or comments are much appreciated, but I appreciate you all anyway. Lots of love, Isi 💜

[hell0mega]

i think we as a society have slept on Lost AUs. imagine the entire cast of your favorite show or all of your OCs or literally just inserting your guys into the Lost cast where they've never met and they're in a plane crash and end up on a weird supernatural science fiction riddled island that brings out the worst in everyone and forces people to confront their past and actually a lot of the characters ARE involved in each other's pasts and they didn't even know it and they have to forage and hunt for food and fall in love and there's leftover secret cold war era science experiments and time travel. like. imagine how unhinged these 300k lost au fics could be if more under the age of 40 have watched lost all the way to the end

it just got put back up on Netflix btw

[traversety]

WELCOME, TRAVELER. (about me !!)

💜 mona

💜 she/her, aroace + bi

💜 audhd

💜 currently a minor

💜 roman catholic

💜 homeschooled

💜 artist and author

💜 MY AO3

💜 CHAPTER INDEX FOR MY ORIGINAL NOVEL

💜 oc roleplay sideblog (pls interact!!): @aces-come-in-spades

💜 please ask if you would like me to tag certain triggers

💜 interests/fandoms under the cut

*****

MAJOR INTERESTS

MUSIC

idkhow

the brobecks

waterparks

hayley heynderickx

alec benjamin

alan walker

k-391

vaultboy

lo-fi

yaelokre

GAMES

fallen london (i play this!)

pixel cat's end (i play this!)

club penguin (i play this!)

minecraft (i play this!)

corru.observer (i play this!)

danganronpa + project eden's garden

rain world

hi-fi rush

sky children of the light (i play this!)

kingdom hearts

identity v

FILM

danny phantom

gravity falls

big hero 6 + bh6 the series

the carmen sandiego netflix series

rise of the guardians

OTHER

welcome to night vale (currently on season 6/year 6)

sanrio/hello kitty

pusheen the cat

dan and phil games

[arikihalloween]

Wakfu art dump because yes

This post is gonna be super long because I will ramble IN DEPTH today

So huh if you like my rambling or my art just read ig, otherwise scroll away idk what to tell ya

Showing some of my art and ramble because wakfu is part of my current big 3 hyperfixations ( along with WH and Trolls )

So huh enjoy my growing insanity ( I compiled it in one post to not annoy people too much :')

Presenting my oc Sharm !

An (very pink) Eliotrope

She's based on my in game character but I kinda gave her lore and a story so

⭐INFODUMP about Wakfu in general ! ⭐

Basic infos for those who don't know anything about Wakfu :

Wakfu is a french animated serie made by the studio Ankama, who also made several mmorpg games ( and way more, like the amount of content and lore is crazy)

Most of the stories will take place on the World of Twelves, populated by 12 main races (with many variation)

And there is a 13th "main race", the Eliatropes, which is the race of the main character of the anime, Yugo

Eliotropes ( with a o instead of a) are a subrace of the Eliatropes ( lore is explained in the serie but I don't wanna spoil, so to boil it down, Eliotropes are unstable pale copies of eliatropes) [ they are playable in the game wakfu]

So, what about Sharm ? Well she was born a pretty regular Eliotrope. She had two "brothers", Chance and Vitali, who unfortunately ended up fading away with time ( mechanically, when an Eliotrope die, his/her essence will go to the nearest Eliotrope to allow them to live longer)

So Sharm was left alone for very long, and stayed in Eliatropes ruins she found. Those were overgrown by stasis ( type of crystals, very bad, generally associated with corruption and destruction)

However, the essence she got from her siblings passing could only last so long

One day, in a desperate attempt to not die, Sharm took stasis and...ate it. Chewed on the mf crystals, and surprisingly, an interesting reaction occured : it stabilised her essence. It also made her basically frozen in development, Sharm cannot grow anymore and her power levels are quite limited in quantity, unless she uses stasis.

So my girl went through the ages, she kept on researching on the remnant of the eliatrope race ( wiped out aside from a few) and became sort of an archeologist

Nowadays, Sharm travels from a country/city to an other, often with mercenaries she hires as bodyguards . The other two ocs in this sketch page are the said mercenaries

And the cat is called Noiraude !

Sharm needs protection because she is stupidly useless in combat

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And also I have fanarts of Nora !

And also, it's time for the gremlin mode

The worst of the ramble

I kinda just need to scream for a moment

Beware, big spoilers for the serie ahead ! Stop now and go watch Wakfu !! It's all on Netflix ( season 1, season 2, then the 3 oav, THEN season 3 and you will be ready for season 4 :D)

So, this character is Nora (second drawing is a headcanon version of her)

Who is Nora ? She is the sixth eliatrope of the Council ( Eliatropes are rules by the six first borns of the race who can reincarnate along with their dragon twin)

Nora appeared for the first time in a flashback the episode "Quilbi" in season 2

In 2011

And back then she was in a flashback, so presumed dead from the war that wiped out the Eliatropes

BUT

Lately, as clips and trailers of season 4 of Wakfu has been released

It's confirmed that Nora is there

She's alive

She's in season 4

*grabs u*

2011

She has been my favorite character of Wakfu since her one and only appearance, alright ?

And now

12-13 years later

She is real

SHE IS REAL AND ALIVE IN THE SERIE

*maniacal laughter*

I will not shut up about it

Prepare for the fanarts

*retreats to the shadows*

[et-cant-phone-home-no-signal]

Wanted to make a little post for my Witcher OC, as promised @fr00tb0wl!! Honestly she's so fleshed out in my head but also I'm still constantly working on her so there's honestly not that much to write as of now but idc she's <33

These are commissions from about 2021 by my wonderful and talented friend @boodarko (I realise I'm outing myself to u on here now but that's fine lmao hello). She's evolved a little in my mind but I haven't gotten around to commissioning any new art on any of my characters for a while now.

This is Erica (or Erika) Frieda Gellhaus, Countess van Doorn, graduated mage of Aretuza, and quarter elf on her mother's side. She's besties with Jaskier and they graduated together (they also went to Oxenfurt together to study the Seven Liberal Arts, she plays the vielle). She used to be court mage of Cidaris before something happened whilst she was serving and she ended up quitting the life of court mage, instead turning to the life of a traveling bard (with some perks up her sleeve). She took part in the Battle of Sodden, and that's when she gained her facial scar (I used to have a different story for that but I've decided to lean heavily on Netflix canon as well as book canon so this worked better).

She's the youngest of her family and she has multiple older brothers (I think 2 but I never wrote it down oops), her mother left without a trace when she was 5 years old and she's lived a pretty rough life as youngest heir to the estate, and a woman at that. Anyways she's loud and brash and funny and wonderful and I love her <3

Here's another portrait of her by ohmsandwattson on Instagram <3 my poor traumatised bard-mage, how I love u and how I keep giving u hot sexy mages on a platter (both she and Jaskier are very popular amongst the ladies, and the men)

Anyway love her much, need to write for her more soon on the worldanvil page, enjoy!

[daily-total-drama-aus]

Hello, I'm Nathan! My main account is @here4themusic.

This just exists so that I remember to write something new every day (with exceptions for when I'm really busy, idk).

DAY 1: Time to list all of my TD AUs! That I can think of... oh, and thank you dramaticallytotal for giving me (a ton of inspiration and also) innovating the "list of all your AUs" thing.

☆ Hell's Kitchen AU: It's S10 of Hell's Kitchen Philippines! (I made 9 seasons w/ OCs before a Tumblr account.) All of the contestants are eerily similar to Gen 1 Total Drama contestants! NoCo and Alenoah both exist!

Malitician AU (Technically called Rush For The Future): After a convoluted sequence of events, Mal has become a senator of the state of Montana in the United States of America. It has Malcody -> Kelexis (Mal goes by Alexis and is married to Kelsi who is trans-Cody) and platonic Mal/Zoey. The rest of the Mike system is Alexis' family who live in Canada and very occasionally visit him.

Total Drama All Stars but Mal/Cody and Mike/Zoey compete with each other to be real. Cody makes Mal better, and Mal makes Cody worse. Cody goes super saiyan in the finale when Zoey suggests that stupid reset button thing.

A set of Planet Cody history + politics + culture etc. headcanons. "Cody" is a celebrity on his home planet.

The Unfvckening (yes, it is stylized with a V now, Noah doesn't know why either, thank you very much Netflix!): A very genderfluid Noah goes on a reality show with 20 "alpha males" who are enraged that they're 1. trans, 2. married, and 3. can't stand their guts. It's like Tool Academy but instead of impressing their girls, they have to impress Noah. And there's no actual dating. Noah is laughing hysterically 95% of the time they're off camera. Nemma is a thing (although only mentioned in passing): Emma is a Canadian federal judge making nearly 6 figures, but Noah is a goddamn multi-millionaire hacker.

That One Royal Court AU from Ophe/Perp/Marsh but it's an HBO Drama: A bunch (around 150) teenagers at a house party in late June agree to enter a school eerily closed down for the summer, for various reasons between each of their in-groups. After they trash the place, they can't seem to get out... looks like they'd been trapped by 3 eldritch hybrids that feed by giving mental and physical trauma! A few of the trapped teens are judged on their morality every day, which slowly weakens along with the victims' mental states! Courtney's daughter is a main character. A girl named Brea who was (actually not) in the party is revealed to be Heather halfway through the season.

NoCo Eurovision AU ft. Kristy Spiteri: Kristy Spiteri has maniacally traveled to an alternate universe where she actually goes to Eurovision... and is punished with an unhealthy amount of TD crack. Trans Alejandro, straight Alejandro, Irish Izzy, alien Cody, a 341 song dissing Alejandro, Girlboss Heather, Kelsi punk, IOTS NoCo... they're all here!

I'm pretty sure I have more but I can't think of them! I have discussed some of these (The HK, TDAS, & Genderfluid ones) on my main, but not the actual fleshed out stories... which will be on my main! This account is for updates and snippets and increasing my self esteem!

[fanaticsnail]

Hi, could you do a romantic x reader oneshot Christmas theme 🎄 on Live action Roronoa Zoro 😍from- Netflix Series One Piece (Where the Straw Hats was seen throwing a Christmas Party at the Baratie where Zoro meets and falls for a beautiful traveler (who's Smoker's niece) who's on her way to Loguetown to visit her uncle. During the party as Zoro danced and flirted with the reader they was having a great time until they was finally alone together they ended up sharing their first kiss under the mistletoe which made the reader blush when she revealed that this was her first kiss)

(Details: The reader is Smoker's niece who likes to read, loves hot chocolate, loves animals, she's a vegetarian, her favorite color is blue, she's also a skilled archer and martial artist, she doesn't drink any kind of alcohol or liquor)

Hello my darling! Thank you for trusting me to fulfil your ask for a Christmas Zoro fic.

And here I thought after the Straw-Hat Mistletoe Fic I'd be all done with Christmas-themed one-shots!

I apologise for the delay in response: I spent the past weekend a few suburbs more inland with my family because ✨christmas be christmassing✨.

I prefer my requests come from non-anons so I can ask a few follow up questions regarding the flexibility with some of the prompts.

I haven't had a semi-oc suggestion before, so this is uncharted waters for me to have not so much freedom to explore how the plot goes in that regard. I also tend not to have reader be related to anyone in OP due to not quite being as far in to the anime as I would desire to get a better read on the dynamic (and because I'm a flirt by nature 💀).

Prompt overview so far:

Smokers niece

Baratie fic

Dancing

Reading

Hot chocolate

Xmas party

Innocence

First kiss

Skilled archer

Martial artist

Vegetarian

Loves animals

Blue favourite colour

Mistletoe

I don't think I'll be able to incorporate so many elements in with this fic, but I'll aim to get as many as I can physically fit into it without breaking the integrity. I usually prefer for the "reader" to be up for interpretation.

Fic Mood Board:

It may be more of a drabble than a full fic due to the proximity to the holiday period rapidly stampeding, and more ✨christmas be christmassing✨ will be had for me and my family.

Thank you for asking.

EDIT TO ADD: Fic completed. Something Like That here.

[honeybewrites]

WIP Questionnaire Tag

Thank you @kaylinalexanderbooks for the tag and @willtheweaver for the tag!!

What’s the first part of your WIP that you created?

I guess the characters and world. I created EoWC so long ago it's kind of hard to remember what came first, but I do remember obsessively looking for a name for my main OC. It's actually the only name that hasn't changed in the series.

If your story was a TV show, what would the theme song/intro be?

I haven't ever actually looked into finding a theme song for it, but now I'm curious if I could...

What are your favorite characters that you made? Why?

703 is one of my favorites. She's been one of the most consistent characters since the beginning. Rage and Healer Asurr are also some of my favorites. They're both really fun to write despite their stark opposites. One of them is a lovely Dad Vibes character and the other is a deranged mad scientist obsessed with creating the perfect species.

What other pieces of media do you think your fanbase would share?

Oof. That's a hard one. Um, maybe something with a lot of gore/fighting/supernatural? Like the Netflix Witcher series or SPN maybe? Found family is also a pretty big theme so maybe some other media with that. I'm not really sure what other lovers to enemies media is out there, but I imagine that would also be shared.

What has been your biggest struggle with your WIP?

Plotting. I know how the story plays out, but getting it down into a useable outline is by far my biggest struggle. That and organizing the dozens of scenes I've written into a coherent timeline.

Are there any animals in your story? Talk about them!

Lots of animals! Some from our world and a lot created specifically for EoWC's world. But the main animal/species talked about is dragons. Their culture, subspecies, abilities. They are by far the most fleshed out species.

How do your characters travel/get around?

There's a lot of different ways. Ships are common, as they can fly places quickly and travel through Bridges to other Realms. Ground transports are used, mostly only in cities. There are smaller ones, like cars, and bigger ones, like trains to get across a Realm easier. But for smaller cities, walking is most common. Even in the larger cities, walking is still a common way to get around.

What part of your WIP are you working on right now?

Right now I'm trying to organize everything. I'm trying to get all the things I've written laid out to an outline and given an appropriate place in the series. Then I'll actually be able to see what scenes I still need to write and hopefully get a cohesive draft together.

What aspects (tropes, maybe?) will you think draw your audience in?

Um, dragons? I love books with dragons, maybe a little too much. But in all reality, I think the lovers to enemies is what will probably draw people in. I'd also like to hope my world building draws in a few people because I love it.

What are your hopes for your WIP?

I would like to get it published. Self published, just because I think that would be more fun. But really, if I could just finish it, publish it or not, and have one person who loved it, that would be enough for me.

Tagging @the-golden-comet @anaisbebe @fractured-shield @halfbakedspuds @diabolical-blue and anyone else that wants to hop on!!

[gavotte-paradisio]

Welcome to my blog

I might split this into separate posts once I become more proficient in tumblr but here goes:

Hi. I'm Lily. Please don't be the bad kind of weirdo in my comments and reblogs. Please feel free to be the good kind of weirdo. I am. I think most of us here are.

Featured character of the month: Marinette Dupain-Cheng from Miraculous Ladybug

OC of the week: Fujisaki Kei (nonfandom OC)

Fandoms I'm having brainrot for: Hatchetfield, The Lands That Are, Yaelokre/Meadowlark, Sanders Sides, Delta rune, Lenda Urcana (my urban fantasy universe)

Characters I'm having brainrot for: Webby, Peter Spankoffski, Henry Hidgens, John Macnamara, Paul Matthews, Emma Perkins, Tim Houston, Hecaria Karaxis (OC)(Hatchetfield); Ella Ashmore, Justine Grizzwald, Tadius, the prince, Lord Hop-a-lot, Sir Crumb, Lilas of Lore (OC), Ima (OC)(The Lands That Are); Literally the entire Lark, The foolish Majesty, The Mad Herald (OC), Luce Da Mata (OC)(Meadowlark); Literally all the Sides (Sanders Sides); Kris Dreemurr, Noelle Holiday, Susie, Lancer, Ralsei, Queen (deltarune); Saoirse, Makiese, Helene, Rameii (Lenda Urcana)

Fandoms I'll roleplay as and characters I'll roleplay from them:

Ever After High: Bianca Hearts (oc), Flori (oc), Lavendre Setsorciere D'Lilas (oc), Seth Setsorciere D'Lilas (oc), Amelia Volpe (oc), Belladonna Turm (oc), Amanda Leaford (oc), Sandra Fireball (oc), Catarino Gatto (oc), Ulysses Fierce (oc), Porter L'duc (oc)

D&D (due to the nature of the game they're all ocs): Celia, Aquamarine, Kaiden Windriver, Aelar Holimion, G'eldonia Salein, Megan Wren, Rowan Goldleaf, Tre (with the poofy hair), Jamira, Cassian Liadon, De-See Akachissa, Lamina, Ysabeaux Borges, Eliana Dawsama, Cruz Alkibrit, Worth Chaval, Null

Undertale: Undyne, Mettaton

Delta Rune: Kris, Ralsei, Lancer

Doki Doki Literature Club: Monika

Pokemon Go: Blanche

Sanders Sides: All sides in interps of canon, plus: Leon Schneider (au of Logan) Ramses XII (au of Roman), Lycanthrope! Patton Sanders (au), Valentin Stadler (au of Virgil), Fae/Iguana! Roman Sanders (au), Fae/Gecko!Patton De Cartier (au), Fae/Box Turtle! Virgil Hemshade (au), Fae/Boa Constrictor! Prince Logan De Serpens (au) Fae/King Cobra! King Janus De Serpens, Tomezinho (au of Thomas), Seu Logan (au), Emilia! Roman (au), Tio Patton (au), Tio Virgil (au), Cobrinha (au of Janus), Saci! Remus (au), Emilie, Viscount of Picanosa (au of Dr. Picani), Tom Kirk (au of Thomas), L'gn Spock (au of Logan), Kirumi Uhura (au of Roman), Lev Chekov (au of Patton), Virgil McCoy (au), Naomi Sulu (au of Janus), Remus Scott (au), Elliot Walker (oc), Ava Watershed (oc), Verity (oc), Celeste (oc), Agatha (oc), Persephone (oc), Jane (oc)

Dance Central: Dare, Oblio

Just Dance: The Traveler, Mihaly, Jack Rose

Good Omens: Aziraphale, Crowley, Anathema Device, Beelzebub, Sercon (au of Aziraphale), Raphael (au of Crowley), Bee Moschella (au of Beelzebub), Seth Devall (au of Satan), Gabe Vanderskye (au of Gabriel), Tony MacAleister (au of Crowley), 'El Villalba (au of Muriel), Zed Vega (au of Aziraphale)

Encanto: Isabela, Dolores, Mirabel

SIX! The Musical: Aragon, Parr

Umbrella Academy (Netflix show, I haven't read the comics): Klaus, Ben, Viktor

Miraculous Ladybug: Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Adrien Agreste, Gabriel Agreste, Teen! Gabi Grassete (au), Teen! Emilie Graham De Vanily (au), Teen! Nathalie Sancouer (au), Baynard Travers (oc), Carlotta Contreras (oc), Luis Contreras (oc)

Descendants: Willamine Sanderson (oc), Jesse Hook (oc), Bianca-Rose of Hearts (oc), Mary-Gwen (oc)

Avatarverse (ATLA/TLOK/COTA): Aang, Zuko, Kyoshi, Akane (oc), Huilang (oc), Lee (oc)

The Sims 4: Caleb Vatore, Lilith Vatore, Morgyn Ember, L. Faba, Simeon Silversweater

CATS! (The musical): Munkustrap, Rum Tum Tugger, Mr. Mistoffelees

The Summoner: Fletcher Wulf/Raleigh

MCU: Loki, Thor

Random books I read for class in high school: Prince Prospero (Masque of the Red Death) Red Death (Masque of the Red Death), Nick Carraway (The Great Gatsby) Reverend Hale (The Crucible), Beatrice (Much Ado About Nothing), Banquo (Macbeth), Tiresias (Greek Mythology/Oedipus Rex), Creature/Adam (Frankenstein), Algernon Moncrieff (The Importance of Being Earnest)

Monster High: Scarlett Death (OC), Luano Lobi (OC), Coda'al (OC)

Nonfandom ocs and stuff from my wips: Blaise Mirren, Laura Vasquez, Joan Doe/Guo Xian, Crocus Carvidge, Andrew Anure, Calliope Rookwood, Felix Ortega, Saoirse, Makiese, Helene, Cato Caelius Cicerinus, Fujisaki Kei, Raven, Robin, Wren, The Knights of the Fungal Order

Synpaths:

Primary Synpaths: Janus (Sanders Sides), Roman (Sanders Sides), Logan (Sanders Sides), Aaron Burr (Hamilton), Jaskier (The Witcher (the Netflix show because I haven't read the books or played the games and I hear he's different), Algernon Moncrieff (The Importance Of Being Earnest)

Secondary Synpaths: Zuko (Avatar: The Last Airbender (the cartoon)), Aang (Avatar: The Last Airbender (the cartoon)), Luna Lovegood (Harry Potter (no I don't support she-who-I-won't-bother-to-name)), Belle (Beauty and the Beast (the 1991 Disney cartoon)), Michele Santana (3%), Juliana Crain (The Man in the High Castle(the Amazon Prime show, I haven't read the book)), Nick Carraway (The Great Gatsby) Reverend Hale (The Crucible), Isabela Madrigal (Encanto), Kris Dreemurr (delta rune)

I'm on the fence about these: Avatar Kyoshi (Chronicles of the Avatar), Lancer (delta rune), Emily Ostergaard (Women Playing Hamlet), Bilbo Baggins (The Hobbit (I haven't read Lord of the Rings)), Hannah Foster (Hatchetfield), Clémente Dearworth (Meadowlark)

Please feel free to comment, message, or AMA if anything I listed sounds interesting to you!

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Two in One Responses to my Filipino Friend and my A-Pal.

First Response.

The Town in Kingdom Hearts 3 in the Toy Story World does look similar to how the setting was with Doc McStuffins. Normally i wasn't a huge fan of the show myself and even when my BFF from High School has told me about it before as well as for my sister. But having Doc McStuffins in Kingdom Hearts would sound like if i get caught by Disney for using Kingdom Hearts without including Disney franchises can be a huge double whammy for Disney. Especially if they told me to update my game, Kingdom Smash by including a few Disney Franchises for the game. Because with Shadow, he might have to accept it even when Sora, Mickey, Donald and Goofy went up to Shadow, Lisa, Maxwell and Yinna. And they said, "Shadow R, you must bring a few Disney franchises to your game. Otherwise, you and your friends will surrender to Sora and Riku and us, and you guys will surely lose the fight." "Which i know that sounds like something Team Rocket would say when "Surrendering to them and prepare to fight." Much like how Cassidy and Butch say when their moto to Team Rocket was like. And it'll be like if Shadow and his friends would refuse their offer, but in order to not refuse, i imagined a few Disney Franchises that would be Perfect for Kingdom Smash as well as for having to have room for a Kingdom Hearts 4 when it comes out soon after being made. So, for Disney Franchises, all i can think of is Bluey, Super Kitties, PB and J Otter, Kiff, And maybe Sheriff Callie. And it sounds like i was including Kids shows to the game. And good thing i wouldn't include Big City Greens. Otherwise, it would sound like a Double Whammy like putting in too many Fire Emblem characters to Smash Bros. Ultimate. And if Fox found out about my game, maybe Matt Groening, Seth Macfarlane and Lauren Bouchard might do a crossover with their franchises and have the Simpsons, Family Guy, American Dad and Bob's Burgers to have the characters play my online game and form a party together. Like all the kids and adults were like trapped in the game world. A bit like when i drew Maxwell, May and Sam getting connected to the Game World like Sword Art Online and Ready Player One and even Free Guy.

And with the Mario Galaxy game which that's my Second Response to you guys.

I have owned that game too. When i rented Mario Galaxy 2 at Blockbuster, i haven't tried out the first one, so my mom got me the first one for Christmas while giving me Rabbids Go Home on the Wii. I do enjoy Mario Galaxy because the music sometimes puts me at ease and even the worlds are fun to explore. I haven't beat the game yet, even if i can still play Mario Galaxy on the Switch from the Mario 3D All Star game which i also got a copy as well. Which is downloaded on my Nintendo Switch. And i also got the 2nd Mario Galaxy on the Wii as well since it's really good too. That's why i do enjoy Mario Galaxy 1 and 2. And if our OCs wanted to travel through Space and different planets and galaxies, then i bet it'll be a lot of fun for our OCs to go on that adventure. Like with Sonic X and the Orbital Children. I have watched that on Netflix since the anime is directed by the same director who worked on Gundam and Evangelion. And it was cool that Cassandra Morris and Colleen O'Shaughnessy are in it. But i hope they're both doing okay even if Tails and Morgana should get along.

But mostly, we'll hope Shadow and Spot might take Maxwell, Lisa, the Speedsters and the Rabbits as well as for Emme and Jo on this Galaxy adventure.