#whatever i wrote 1k words for this yall will take it and like it

[kellyurban18]

I love you guys. I really do, but some of yall are taking my writing and updating once a week for granted so this is just a PSA.

This is a hobby. Writing fanfic is a hobby. It is a funy hobby and one of the two hobbies I have the other is sewing/quilting.

HOWEVER.

I am also a freelancer, a stay at home mom, and a single mom to twins on top of that. I've been a single mom since the day they left the NICU. I had preterm twin babies who still to this day have some behavioral problems that needs my attention.

WITH THAT SAID.

I am a freelance Editor, Beta Reader, Ghostwriter, and Proofreader. I have clients and a job that doesn't officially have a clock out period. I am doing something 24/7.

Writing fanfic is fun, an escape, and something I don't completely need to focus on. Yes I edit it and I give it the courtesy skimming before publishing. But I do not write and edit and proofread my fanfics the way I write and edit for my job.

This is to escape that.

So while I am so glad and happy you guys love my stories that you want more of it, just remember when you comment or private message me two days after publishing a new chapter asking me to update...no just don't do it.

Don't do it to anyone. Everyone has a life outside of this world of fanfiction.

"Just post the chapters you've already written it's not a big deal"

Yes it fucking is Jessica. If I posted every chapter I have written for this story you would be confused. I dumpster write which means for the very first writing of a chapter I just slap down whatever I want to happen which ends up to be about 500-1k words then I edit that like 2-5 times before you have the chapters you all know and love with 3-4k words. Also I just wrote what? An 11k chapter for you little fuckers so relax a bit.

NOT ONLY THAT

I am renovating a home and helping my narcissistic mom with her hoarding lifestyle while also listening to her telling me my freelancing isn't a real job despite the fact I support my self and my family just fine while also giving my sister money on the regular because she won't ask our parents anymore because they make her feel guilty for needing to pay her heating.

(Sorry. I love her I do. She's my best friend when she's on a good day but that switch can be turned in 0.3 seconds I swear.)

There are only so many hours in a day. So many hours in a week. I need more than most of those for my job(s).

This isn't to say I'm not open to comments reminding me,

"hey it's been a while are you going to update".

This is for the person who has religiously private messged me every week since the first chapter asking me to update two days after publishing and then messaging me every day until Tuesday night and messaging me every hour or two on Wednesdays until I update.

Last week when I didn't publish until Thursday she told me I had responsibilities to my readers.

I have never wanted to throw my computer out my window before.

Anyway.

I love you all and this was just a rant.

I will be publishing a little late this week again and probably all month since February is a busy month for me

I have my kids' 5th birthday on the 19th and we are going to Orlando on a family trip from the 23rd through to the 7th. Disney and Universal of course. So please keep that in mind near the end/beginning of the month if I don't publish around there.

Most of you are amazing and the "Can't wait for more!" Comments are great! I love reading your comments!

This was just a rant and a little reminder that fanfic writers have lives outside of this world even if we wish we didn't. Unfortunately the economy isn't very supportive of hobby writers lol

Okay I'm done I think.

Love you all.

It's like 5am over here so I'm going back to sleep.

[fmdjoosungarchive]

sung vs in-verse groups & soloists

word count: 1033

tldr; his Current ranking of the in-verse groups and soloists, and chats about his feelings on the groups

based largely on music, and ignoring person connections, from most favorite, to least most favorite, this is sung’s ranking:

1. wish i’m sure this is no surprise to anyone. besides element, wish is probably the group sung has mentioned most in his replies. he’s a fan of every soloist and group in the roleplay, but no one can touch wish. he loves their concept and blasts their music day in and day out

2. gold star soloist 1 (byul) this is also a no brainer spot. she was the first idol sung stanned when he became a trainee, and he fell in love with her music from the get go. when talking musical inspiration, gs soloist 1 is the blueprint for 2020 songwriter sung

3. lipstick an iconic group, sung holds lipstick high above the rest. despite talking about a group like knight more, because he’s a stupid gay, sung generally prefers female idols. they’re also another group sung feels like he’s grown up with

4. bee iconic, in a different light. sung’s trainee private twitter would have been filled with bee content, because they really lit stars in his eyes at the time. catch him coming back to his roots pretty soon

5. knight sung dumb gay. that’s it. he would risk it all for ash, or really most of the group

6. decipher this was the second idol that sung stanned, after immediately falling in love with gs soloist 1. he’s a really sentimental bastard, and though he has his issues with eunjae, even if personal relationships factored in more here, decipher would still rank this high

7. aria this group, weirdly enough, sung didn’t have an immediate die hard connection for. the biggest connection he has to aria, is that he Loves their music. he completely believes they’re a No Skip group

8. fuse would d*e for their bright concepts, and thinks their mature concepts are cool, but scary. their bright concepts are Blasted in the element dorm

9. charm if personal relationships factored in, charm would probably be higher, but as they’re not, this is where they stand. like the general public, sung connects better with their older releases than their newer ones, but as he’s been there with charm since debut, he’s die hard

10. dimensions soloist 3 sung was likely a fan of sapphire, and is always a supporter of love, so i Hc that he followed this soloist’s move to dimensions, and was rooting hard for her. she’s new, so she doesn’t get his entire stan self, but he’s really excited about where she might go, especially since her vocals are top tier, and sung is a weakling for good vocals

11. silhouette their more sultry side doesn’t hit As hard with him, but the group has several songs that have implanted into sung’s brain so deeply they’ll never come out

12. dimensions soloist 1 (dahyun) sung’s opinion on this soloist is that she’s cool. that’s the main thing, here. he’s not as deeply attached as earlier groups and soloists, but he finds her admirable in her ability as an idol, especially in stage presence

13. bc soloist 1 (chanmi) this one,,, only ranks so low because sung hasn’t had enough time with her. by the time stay tonight comes out, she’s going to be his second favorite soloist. it’s a slower climb with her, but he’s hopped on and ready to go for the ride

14. gold star soloist 3 (mav) as much as sung loves mav as a person, mav presents as male and has a ‘male voice’ which means he’s just Gotta go under a good chunk of soloists. HOWEVER he’s not the lowest, because sung truly does enjoy his music, and it’s very much his Style

15. dimensions soloist 2 in a twist of fate, sung actually didn’t watch k-pop star 3, so he didn’t have any prior connection to this soloist. like gs soloist 3, though, sung likes the music he’s released so far

16. unity another group that would be much higher if personal relationships factored in, unity rank down in the lower half because of the diversity in their discography. unlike a group like decipher, who has time and its loyalty on their side, sung doesn’t feel as connected to Every cb

17. gold star soloist 2 (lyna) i wish there was more of a reason for this ranking. it’s just a Feeling. he enjoys the music, and thinks she has an amazing voice, top tier, god tier, and yet, he’s not yet managed to connect with her as an artist more strongly than groups/soloists above her

18. 7rophy another concept struggle for sung, there are some songs/cbs that sung Lives for, but others he didn’t feel super close to

19. lucid again like the general public, sung much prefers the normal realm concepts to the nightmare concepts. he’s a romantic guy, and the romance genre is his place to be, but he’s also a scaredy cat who is frightened by the nightmare side, and he doesn’t connect as well with that music either

20. element while sung Likes element’s music, the only reason he Loves it, is because it’s his and the people closest to him’s music. based on them as a group, they would only rank higher because they’re a co-ed group, and sung thinks that’s cool

21. gal.actic they rank here because sung feels the connection to them that makes him want to fight for them, to be treated well and kindly, but at the same time, he never managed to connect with them musically. he likes them best as people

22. impulse the shadow of the ‘too many concepts’ thing sung has had issues with in other groups, impulse has yet to grasp sung by the shoulders as strongly as other groups/soloists

23. mars while sung really appreciates the group for their talents, more than many other groups/soloists above them, he’s not as attached to them, considering he, again, is a scaredy cat who can’t sit through their biggest hits without hiding under the covers

24. femme fatale simply not as connected to the music

25. origin see: femme fatale

26. alien see: femme fatale

[notnctu]

backseat chronicles - n.jm | ridin’ club

━ welcome to the ridin’ club smut series

genre ➠ slow burn, smut, fluff, lil angst  wordcount ➠ 8.5k details ➠ fem!reader, streetracer!jaemin, badboy!jaemin, college!au ━ where Jaemin brings you to his club races as his arm candy. warnings ➠ explicit language, overstimulation, flirty banter, pet names, softdom!jaemin, car sex, praise kink, hittin it raw (y/n on the pill), oral, daddy kink, slight corruption kink, fingering synopsis ➠ There is no reasonable explanation as to why or how you always end up in the backseat of Na Jaemin’s beloved car. Almost routinely, he picks you up around ten in the evening with the stereo blasting the raunchiest lyrics for your entire suburban neighborhood to hear. The entire night remains purely friendly, a dabble of flirtatious comments because well, it’s Jaemin for fuck sakes. But all it takes is one suggestive gaze from his dark, lustful eyes and a drop in his voice that rumbles your core to have you climbing over the seats to get to the back. taglist ➠ @rabbit-doyochi​​​ ; @darkneogotmyback​​​ ; @im-lame-irl​​​ ; @p-mini​​​ ; @niniluvsmarkhyuck​​​ ; @saniahmichael​​ ; @jaehy9ngs​​​ ; @danyxthirstae01​​​ ; @jaehyunoos​​​ ; @pikijaemin​​​ ; @suhweo​​​ ; @yunoyeol​​​ ; @lanadreamie​​​ ; @ta3ilmoon​​​ ; 

a/n ➠ hi yall its author doie❀!! thank you for over 1k notes on this series, im beyond impressed by the amount of attention this got! it really blew up and its so crazy!! i wrote this one with more of a romantic plotline i realized its too hard to keep it pwp with all the story building and characterization i have :)) it’s almost over yall! pls pls leave me feedback im sorry it took so long to write ):

While college lecture rooms are too big to interact with other students, discussion classes are there to ease the difficulty. A classroom for about twenty students from a three hundred person lecture. It’s administered by a clueless TA, who barely began his second term in graduate school.

Unlike lecture, attendance is mandatory for participation points. You show up every time without a fail, so it came as a shock to you when a certain blue haired student finally appeared from the list of absent students.

Na Jaemin. The notorious playboy with looks that kill and partakes in some illegal racing club. It’s as if every person in the room fawns over his aura, Jaemin drips with an inexplicable alluring confidence. You didn’t know anything about him besides the fact that he never shows up for class and rumors about how he’s slept with the entire cheer squad.

But he’s drawn to you like a magnet: always sitting in the available spot next to you, asking about your day before the TA arrives, developing an odd staring problem. You don’t feed much into his attention, minding your own business when he starts with his notably flirtatious greeting.

“You just take my breath away, (Y/N).” Jaemin cocks back in his seat with legs stretched wide in an overly comfortable manner. The smug smirk on his face cannot be ignored, he’s doing the absolute most to get you to pay the smallest attention to him.

“I didn’t do anything in particular to do that, Jaemin.” You respond bitterly, pulling out your notes for today’s discussion class. The TA enjoys wasting the first twenty minutes going over the past lecture slides and running through the most obvious topics.

You pay no mind to Jaemin peering over at you with the single handedly most dreamy eyes and smile --- stars shining in his dark orbs and a dazzling twinkle in his wide toothy grin.

“That’s why you’re so amazing. You do nothing and it still leaves me breathless.” His sneaky eyes examine your clothing choice for the long day. On this warm afternoon, the short tank top does nothing to hide much of your skin and the denim shorts that ride up a little too well drive Jaemin insane. And when you cross your legs together, he swallows the spit that pools in the back of his throat.

Your ears catch onto the murmurs of the rest of the class, the midterm is next week. The wretched midterm that is half of your grade dooms you, it is going to take an endless amount of completely undistracted dedicated hours of study--- “On a more serious note, can you help me with this class?”

His voice shatters your inner panic, if anything, adds to the stress that already beats down on your shoulders. You look up to glare at him, but you’re entirely taken aback by the new styling of his hair and the exposure of his tattoos.

The sweet blue cotton candied strands are ruffled lazily above his brows, messy from him constantly running his hand through them. Jaemin sits relaxed in gray sweatpants that are extremely baggy on his slender figure, hands are shoved casually into the pockets.

But what has you staring for longer is the long sleeve of tattoos that wrap around his left arm. Not that you’re surprised that Jaemin has tattoos, let alone a whole sleeve, but this is your first time seeing it as this is the first time he’s come to class without his leather jacket on. Something about the intricate lines and shadowing make Jaemin seem much cooler, almost more attractive.

When you meet his eyes, his lips curl slowly into a sly side smile and he’s practically eating you up under his gaze. He definitely knew that you were staring and what comes next out of his mouth will haunt you for it. “Like what you see, beautiful?”

“I don’t have the time to help you.” The best way out of this situation is to simply ignore it. Jaemin is overly adored and admired by many, he’ll find someone else to help him.

“Jaemin, do you want to study together?” There you go, folks. The random girl snickers with her small huddle of friends in the upper corner of the room, like a crowd of crows, they’re all waiting around for Jaemin to accept her offer so he can be easily integrated into their little group.

However, you watch how his glances bounce between you and her. The most sickly sweet, kind smile is almost too fake to consider it to be genuine. His final choice surprises you, “thank you for offering, but I only want (Y/N)...”

Your breath hitches and gets caught in your throat as you hope for him to finish his sentence, the drumming of your heart distracting you even more. Jaemin wants you? While the thought is flattering, it puzzles you greatly.

“... to help me with my studies.” Jaemin finishes his sentence after a rather long pause, his eyes finally resting upon your figure shying away and finding any way to seem uninterested in the conversation. “Is that going to be okay, (Y/N)?”

“What do I get out of it?” You can’t believe that you are actually considering it. But this is a man that only wants you to help him. Jaemin is an impossible, yet charming man and whatever comfortable attire he is wearing today is really aiding in his request.

He lights up, ears perked up and eyes attentive. His hands fold together on the empty desk, leaning forward towards you. “Dates with me.”

Rolling your eyes, you groan slightly at the arrogant answer. “I don’t care about that. I want something that benefits me.”

“I’ll make sure you’re well fed.” There is a tiny plea in his tone, a remarkable shift from his cool aura. “What do you want? I’ll give it to you.”

“I guess I can’t turn down free food…” there is a hang in your sentence as you contemplate what chaos you’re about to dive into and what life changes are about to be explored with Jaemin.

“Before you agree,” Jaemin chuckles, “there’s one more thing I’d like you to do for me.”

You’re quick to shoot a daggering glare at the overly enthusiastic boy, “why do I suddenly owe you favors?”

“Because I say so.” He deadpans, a chill running down your spine at the deep dip in his octave. The playfulness that was present all this time suddenly vanished, a serious look that intimidates you, but sexy enough to where it erupts something in your core. He blinks at you with dark clouded eyes and you nervously anticipate what he is going to ask next of you.

“Accompany me to my races.” He speaks lowly as if he’s afraid of someone else eavesdropping in the conversation.

Here’s your issue with that request: you’ve never really been part of that scene. You’ve lived pretty mundanely, even in college. It’s simple, you like to stay within the boundaries of what you enjoy to do and what you have to do. But you’re always open minded and willing to try something to determine whether or not you’re fond of it.

Partying and drinking copious amounts of alcohol weren’t your favorite things to do, especially to the point of forgetting your nights. You wanted to remember your nights as much as you do your days. The youth isn’t here for long, why waste them by blacking out in the middle of a large party? Also, whoever said that alcohol goes down smooth is a blatant liar.

Illegal racing could possibly be an extension of people who participate in those things, which is fine, but does place a crippling fear of coming off too boring or unrelatable inside your nervous system. But just because you don’t do those things doesn’t mean that you’re not as cool, right?

Since when was your status based nonsensically on how often you spend your nights in socializing crowds full of sweaty bodies and how much cheap booze you can drink? It had to be all in your head --- you’re just dreading any awkward socializing with people who race cars when it’s absolutely illegal.

“Why me?” It’s a genuine answer, possibly stemming from your insecurities of not being on the same level of charm as Jaemin exudes. You’re not a fool, you’re well aware of the many different people he comes across on campus so, why you?

Jaemin doesn’t hesitate to answer, “why not you? You’re just my type. Hot and smart. Cute and a little shy. The greatest duality, if you ask me.” His words seem so genuine that it has you believing these things about yourself as well.

Nonetheless, you’re taken aback by his observations and his choice of descriptions. “We’ve barely ever talked. How can you say these things so confidently about me?”

Jaemin slightly pulls your chair closer to his own and you yelp in response to the sudden movement and lack of space that separates the two of you. He leans into you, breath hot on your skin and obvious eyes darting between your shocked ones and pretty lips.

“So let’s get to know each other. I can already tell that it’ll just make me fall for you even more.” His finger lightly traces your jaw, stopping at your chin to give it a small lift to meet his focus. Jaemin loves how you squirm underneath his intensity, you’re too cute to let go. “Plus, my boys will love you. I’m sure of it.”

The TA rushes in quickly and is utterly distressed from the traffic that had pushed back his schedule. “Sorry, I’m late everyone.” He rummages through his things to find his notes, but groans to see that the monitor of the computer is off. It’s going to take him another ten minutes to input all his credentials.

But your attention doesn’t stray from Jaemin, especially with his delicate touch at the bottom of your chin. His gentle smile enacts nothing but a soft love, and a peak of interest. Na Jaemin, the one and only. He’s like an adventure waiting to be explored, an open bottle of fun for you to take a sip.

“What would I have to do?” Your voice comes out shaky.

“Just be there as your pretty self.” Jaemin comes off as the type to always have women around him, “you’ll be my lucky charm. For some reason, I always feel better around you.”

The escalation of this conversation is possibly more action you’ve had to handle in the last two years. Jaemin drops your chin and falls back into his own seat with his arms crossed. He is about to turn your life upside down and whether that be a good or bad thing, you don’t mind. You’re excited for the new thrills that come with being by Na Jaemin’s side.

Jaemin’s hot hands lift your shirt quickly, throwing it towards the front seat of his car. His lips return to your soft neck, nibbling at your skin tenderly and with love bites that will remind you of his gentle touches. The streetlamps outside flicker impatiently as you feel the eagerness soaking your panties and he lifts you up to take them off.

“My sweet girl,” his voice is light and airy that it becomes almost lost in the heat of the car. “You’re excited tonight. Did you miss me?” The devilish smirk can be felt upon your collarbones.

“Yes, I haven’t seen you for almost five days.” A peculiar whine settles in your pout and Jaemin’s low growl sends shivers down your spine. The only barrier are his own tight jeans and your hands are fast at unbuckling his belt. Jaemin relaxes back, forearms resting on your soft thighs and watching the neediness in your expression and the speed of your hands. He smiles to himself seeing you this way, wanting him so badly that you can’t wait to get him out of his jeans.

Throughout the two months that you and Jaemin finally became well acquainted, he’s fallen inexplicably into your trance. His friends made it very clear to you that he doesn’t keep the same girl around for more than a few weeks. But he’s brought you to almost every race so far and despite the initial shock of your appearance after the third time, you didn’t let the passing comments phase you.

Why he hasn’t replaced you is unknown and truthfully, there is no reasonable explanation how you always wind up in the backseat of his car by the end of the night. It’s become part of your routine. Jaemin picks you up around ten in the evening with raunchy lyrics blasting out of his personalized car for your entire suburban neighborhood to hear. More often than not, Jaemin has food ready for you to devour and a cozy blanket for your exposed legs.

You’ve learned a bit more about him through your backseat chronicles. Jaemin is possibly one of the only people in your life with a heart bigger than his own body, while also being as carefree as he can. Oddly enough, he cares about you as his friend and as his companion. Not to mention the ridiculous, yet endearing nickname, “Lucky Charm”, that he has coined upon you.

Jaemin has been the best adventure you’ve had in ages. While he takes you on intoxicating thrill rides on the leather of his back seats, every street race has been more than unforgettable. He shares one of the same values as you --- wanting to remember the present. You both know that you’ll remember each other enough for it to transcend into your next lives.

You have him to thank for your youthful experiences, to learn and dive into this new found world of mischief under his care. Jaemin treats you extraordinarily well, he’d never hurt a soul. He showers you in appraisal and carefulness, he’s attentive to your behavior and remembers your favorite things. And he reminds you almost every time you see him that he’s so grateful to have you in his life.

“Have you been touching yourself?” Jaemin’s bold question catches you off guard as it causes your hands to shyly hover over his unzipped jeans. When you glance up at him with soft innocent eyes, as if you’re guilty of a crime and wish to beg for forgiveness, his facial expression is serious and intimidating. 

“Continue, baby. You can be honest with me. Daddy isn’t going to punish you if you did.” His tone is sweet and light, but his eyes are dark and piercing. His lips are drawn tightly into a thin line, no curve in sight.

His finger grazes down your cheek gently as he admires your slightly parted lips and the way your eyelashes dance every time you blink. However, his other hand urges you to continue your previous action of getting him out of his restrictive jeans.

You nod, while rubbing his erection through his gray briefs that hug him so tightly. There’s a sharp intake of breath when you pull the waistband of his underwear down and his cock stands against his lower abdomen. “Do you think of me when you do?” His voice gets caught in his throat when you take him in your warm hand.

“Always.” You kiss his jawline and fix your position above his dick. Your slick pussy presses down against his shaft, coating it in your juices and rubbing his tip to your clit for a delicious sensation. Jaemin groans, his gaze dipping between your lower bodies and back to your face.

“My sweet (Y/N) thinks about her daddy fucking her senseless while she touches herself.” Jaemin chuckles darkly, grinding his hips harder against you. There is a shift in the atmosphere as he grips your hips and slowly enters your dripping hole. “That’s cute, baby.”

You hold onto his shoulders as his raw dick fills you to the brim, stretching you out like past nights. Gasps leave your body when he starts pulling all the way out to only have you sink back down. “Daddy, please just fuck me.”

Jaemin picks up his speed, knowing that you have a quiz due at midnight that you scolded him for forgetting earlier. The grip on his shoulders tighten as this man navigates your body all too well. He knows you like the back of his hand, fucking the spot that causes your body to lose control.

One of his favorite sights in the world is the view of your lips parted open with loud whimpers falling effortlessly. Your eyes roll back into your skull as his hips roll deeper into your walls, the tip hitting your sweet spot repeatedly.

“You’re always the best girl for me, aren’t you?” His hand wraps around your neck when you throw your head back, choking you lightly and your walls grip around his shaft. “I know you’re close. Cum on my dick, baby. Be a good girl.”

Jaemin’s tattoos shine under the moonlight when you peer down at him. His hooded eyes are intoxicated by the pure image of your fucked out body and he’s truly in love. “My good girl, come on baby.” He continues to encourage, his other hand giving you a smack on your ass when he drills mercilessly into you.

The familiar bubbling occupy your lower half and the feeling of release unravels all so suddenly. You fall forward, Jaemin lets go of your neck to hold your limp body close to him, your head on his shoulder as your orgasm overtakes you. He grinds his hips into you to prolong your shaking climax, cooing sweet nothings in your ear as his other hand takes a whole handful of ass to squeeze.

He bottoms out, filling you up to the rim to cum deep inside of you. Jaemin moans loudly, his cum spilling all over your walls. You two sit like that until he grows soft, pampering your temples with gentle kisses. Jaemin remembers to take care of you, no matter what.

While you’re in his arms, he reaches for sanitary wipes in the side compartments. He lifts your hips slowly to pull out and you sigh at the emptiness. Gently, he swipes at the dripping cum from your pussy and makes sure that you’re all cleaned up before getting dressed.

“So, you want to tell me why you’ve been MIA for the past five days?” Rolling your eyes, you pull up your panties and fix the last decency of your hair.

“Car meets that are too far for me to take you.” His thumb rubs your chin lovingly and Jaemin’s eyes are so bright and mesmerizing, you find that it’s hard to look him in the eye at times.

“Not because you’ve been hooking up with other girls?” There is a tinge of sarcasm that laces your rhetorical question and though you don’t expect him to give you an actual answer, you take note of his reaction. Jaemin raises an eyebrow, clearing his throat and looking out the window away from you.

“And if I was?” Truthfully, that question hurt you more than your’s hurt him. His hand rests underneath his chin as he patiently waits for your answer. He admires the clear night sky and the rundown abandoned liquor store that stands all by itself.

“What do you want me to say?” Question after question, a stiff tension replaces the sex of the car.

“I’ll take you back now.” Jaemin crawls back to the driver’s seat, completely ignoring your confused figure. He has always been quite like this: going aloof whenever he wants to dodge something. However, it’s been happening more frequently the past times you two have been seeing each other.

The truth is simple, yet entirely complex at the same time. You and Jaemin aren’t dating, despite always going out together and him posessively introducing you to other men. You and Jaemin aren’t dating.

Nevertheless, it doesn’t stop you from growing feelings for him and you can tell that this happens too often for the attractive boy. He can’t have a fuckbuddy that won’t fall head over heels for him. But who could really blame you? Even if all this time Jaemin was pretending that he cared about you, he still pampers you like a princess; he still tells you he does.

But when it comes to discussion about advancing into something more, he hides and grows silent. This has you wondering, maybe this entire thing to him is all sex? And he can’t love you back the way you do.

No one knows his heart, not even himself. He’s never wanted to complicate his life, it’s always been about two things: racing and having fun. There is no easy way to explain it all, the thoughts that flood his mind and heart, so he chooses every way to ignore it. Overall, he’s genuinely lost. You are one source of stability in his life that he isn’t willing to let go, ever. But just because he won’t let you go, doesn’t mean that you won’t take the chance to leave when you’re fed up with him.

This has him wondering, how far can he push before he pushes you too far?

“No, it’s fine. I’ll just walk.” Tonight is unsettling, it usually doesn’t end like this. Jaemin locks the car doors and turns around to reach for your hand. “Jaemin, open the door.”

“I want you to say that you hate when I sleep with other people.” Jaemin confesses all too wildly as his hand lightly squeezes around your wrist. “And I want you to mean it.” He’s only speaking words of truth that haven’t had the time to process in his own thoughts.

“I hate when you sleep with other people.” And you do mean it. You mean it more than anything you’ve ever said to this man. Jaemin just sighs, bringing your wrist to his lips for a lasting kiss.

“Can I drive you home?” Jaemin asks softly, eyes dipping down to the leather seats and avoiding all need for eye contact.

“Yes, Jaemin.” He pulls you back into the passenger seat and drapes the soft blanket over your exposed legs. “Hopefully, I still have time to take my quiz.”

“Can I come inside?” Jaemin coolly turns his marble wheel to reverse out of the parking space, a hand resting on the shoulder of your seat as he does a double take behind him for any pedestrians, even if you two are far out in the middle of nowhere and there isn’t anyone around; Jaemin knows you have the hots for him when he does that specific move.

“What do you mean? You’ve already cum inside.”

It’s the sound of disappointment as his tongue tsks at you and he flicks lightly at your forehead. He steps on the acceleration, revving the annoying engine that roars throughout the peaceful night. The multicolored lights illuminate around his stereo and at your feet, creating the Rainbow Road right out of Mario Kart. 

Jaemin isn’t like the others who pay close attention to the details of his car. His motto goes, “if I like it, I’m going to have it.” Whether or not anything matches goes beyond his worries.

In some ways, his car is a mirror of his own personality --- wild and free, colorful and welcoming. And his skills as a driver? Safe, no matter how far the speedometer goes, Jaemin always makes you feel safe.

“I mean come inside your room for aftercare. You know how much I hate leaving you without a proper cuddle.” He pouts and almost immediately his cute baby tone comes out with his beg. Almost subconsciously, Jaemin lays his right palm open facing up to invite yours in. Almost routinely, you lace your hands to complete his hold. Getting Jaemin to smile has never been easier as his hold grows tighter.

“You can’t stay over tonight though. My housemates are doing some Single Girls Only house event tomorrow and it starts immediately when we wake up.” You laugh as the ridiculous words fill the air.

“And you’re participating in that?” Jaemin mindlessly asks and you’re unable to differentiate his implications from the question. Is he asking because the idea is horrendously nothing you’d like to do or he’s implying that you’re not single?

“Why wouldn’t I?” Sounding rather harsher than intended, Jaemin finally realizes how poorly he had worded his previous question. Yet, a part of him feels disappointment whirling in his chest and a desire to feel wanted by you.

“Doesn’t seem like something you’d like: wallowing in your singleness.” He chuckles, remaining lighthearted and playful.

“I really don’t.” Jaemin brings your knuckles up to his lips for a lingering kiss, his eyes darting quickly on the road ahead now that you’ve entered the metropolitan areas and his speed drops significantly to avoid getting ticketed.

“I’ll come pick you up. Instead of being single tomorrow, you’ll be on a date.” When you turn to examine his facial expression, the serious tension in his jawline and focused eyes alarm you. Your stomach twists into knots and if he couldn't already tell, your palms grow sweaty at his offer.

“That’s such a slap in the face to them.” Pulling your hand away from his, you cross your arms and lean your head against the cold window. “I don’t think I can do that to them.”

“I have a race tomorrow.” He starts, his head tilting over at you with his round gorgeous begging eyes, “at least, come to that with me.”

“Okay, but only because I want to see Haechan.” As if it wasn’t moments ago, Jaemin was the one balls deep in you and now you’re spewing enthusiasm for another man. It’s all a joke, a way for you to conceal your undying attraction for Jaemin.

You still remember the first time you met the sunshine that is Haechan and the jealousy that seeped from Jaemin’s words when he noticed the exchange of flirtation. Haechan is someone you’d knowingly gravitate towards: a man with a loud personality that just knows how to conduct every personality in the room. And at that moment, Jaemin couldn’t tell if being more observant was a good or bad thing.

Jaemin never saw himself as outgoing as his other friends, staying more kept in his own circle, but he had the confidence to fake it. He’s bold, rather impulsive and slightly narcissistic, Jaemin knows how to use his strengths very well. 

However, when he saw the soft smirk on Haechan’s face and your shy mannerisms, a small tinge in his chest ignited a died out flame. He didn’t realize it before, but that was the very start of his long tumble of feelings for you.

“Do you say those things to purposefully get me jealous?” Jaemin rests his hand on your thigh, giving it a harsh squeeze. His eyes never leave the road and his tone reverts back to his dominant tone.

“Well, are you jealous?” It’s like you two dance in circles, answer questions with a question does not stop.

And as bratty as your tone is, you don’t expect the quick “yes” that answers back and the smoldering look he gives you briefly before focusing back on the drive.

“Then good.” You huff, ready to hop out of the car after the odd, yet sensual tension. Jaemin pulls up to your house and double parks the car to lean in for a nightly goodbye kiss.

“You’re not coming in?” You try to read his facial expressions, but he hides his emotions too perfectly.

His lips curl into a smile before saying, “I think it’s better I cool off tonight.” And you mindlessly give him a peck, but he holds your face to deepen it. Through the kiss, you can feel the neediness by the way Jaemin shoves his tongue into your mouth. The taste of lust against your palette is difficult to ignore, but your academically responsible mind screams at you about your forgotten quiz.

Your hand lightly taps at his chest and he pulls away, his eyes drinking up your swollen lips. “I have a quiz, Jaemin.”

“I know, sorry. It’s just so easy to get lost in you.” Jaemin kisses your cheek once more before you exit. You smile back at him as his words have grown a strong effect on you lately. Bidding him goodbye, he wishes you sweet dreams as he patiently makes sure you’re fully inside your house.

“Is the music too loud?” Jaemin checks over at your hunched figure in the passenger seat. You’re diligently flipping through your thick textbook, a yellow highlighter in one hand and the other comfortably holding Jaemin’s.

The worst part of college is the never ending midterms that are given at any time. Studying in his car isn’t a rare sight, if anything it is more expected than you not doing anything related to your academics. But Jaemin genuinely doesn’t mind, even being mindful about his own actions to ensure an optimal studying space for you.

He really is an ideal guy. Like his first promise, he keeps you well fed and never once asks you for any monetary pay back. Jaemin adjusts the car temperature before you even step into the vehicle, knowing that you prefer wearing less clothes rather than more. Though he isn’t academically responsible, he still makes the effort to try and understand enough information to pass his classes.

The sole flaw would be the lack of open communication. It’s genuinely difficult for you to read his emotions or intentions. Jaemin always has a dazed look in his eyes whenever he looks at you, and it’s an internal fight about whether or not you’re being delusional.

“Music is fine, honey.” The mindless use of a pet name slips from your lips, but your concentration on neoliberalism and globalization doesn’t allow for you to notice.

Nevertheless, Jaemin catches on immediately to the usage. While he showers you in ridiculous nicknames, you’re not one to do so. “Honey?”

“Yes?” You answer back carelessly, not entirely actively listening to him as you highlight an important concept in your book.

“No, you called me honey.”

Looking up from your page, you blink at him with wide eyes and mouth slightly agape. “I did?”

Jaemin chuckles and finally pulls into the overly crowded parking lot, a whole mass of fanboys cheering at the arrival of his flashy vehicle. Everyone just loves Jaemin.

This familiar scene plays like a reel --- several high beams cast light under the dark sky due to the lack of functioning street lamps, dizzy multicolored cars that blaze the tracks, and the all too distinct smell of musky cologne in the chilly air. Oh, and the wide eye admirable stares when you get out of the car.

“Hi, you’re stunning.” A bold new recruit blinks at you in complete awe and awkwardly clears his throat once he realizes his rash comment.

Jaemin raises an eyebrow at him, then at how you plan on handling the situation. You’re flattered, nonetheless, but know that Jaemin didn’t bring you here to flirt with other men. “Thank you. I hope you enjoy your membership in the Ridin’ Club.”

The gracefulness in your delicate voice has the youthful recruit swooning and subtly giddy as he runs off to join a group of others that have been eying you across the parking lot. Jaemin casually drapes his leather jacket over your exposed shoulders, knowing the temperature change is going to result in you most likely catching a cold and because you never bring a jacket despite his plea.

“The power you hold.” Jaemin winks at you before pulling you into a larger crowd to socialize with more impressionable recruits.

“Ah, so you’re (Y/N)!” The stranger is unrecognizable, but you giggle to acknowledge his confident statement. “We haven’t met before, but Jaemin was talking about you the other night at our motorcycle meet.”

Your eyes light up, as if you’ve unlocked a new fun fact of Na Jaemin. “You drive a motorcycle too?” You’re truly shocked at the talent of this man.

Jaemin snakes his arm around your lower waist to draw you closer to his side. “Yeah, but I can’t fuck you in a motorcycle, can I?”

Before the other men can comment on the obvious sexual tension that Jaemin created, he leans in to whisper into your ear. “Actually, I can, but we’ll save our decency from unwanted exposure.” His hot breath grazes against the shell of your ear and you just know where you two are going to end up tonight.

“Bro, you guys probably fuck in the backseat of his car.” One of them chimes recklessly, punching at each others’ chest playfully as if he made a decent joke.

“Why don’t you stay to find out?” Jaemin retorts and the grip on your hip becomes tighter. You’re too flustered to add much into this odd form of competitive banter, distracted by none other than the way Jaemin keeps glancing over at you with a delicious gleam in his eyes.

“So what? You don’t care about us now?” You’d know that bratty tone from anywhere as Lee Haechan pushes past everyone else to rush over to the both of you.

“Aw, are your feelings hurt?” Jaemin sticks his tongue out at his friend before cordially sharing a handshake with him.

“Just slightly.” Haechan looks over at you with a wide grin and playful eyes, “hello, my pretty girl.”

“Drop the possessives, Haechan.” Jaemin rolls his eyes with an irritable twitch on his lips.

He hates how obviously jealous he gets. It’s something too difficult for himself to control, he’s exhausted his efforts to bite his tongue whenever it comes to other people’s flirtations. The thought of someone else calling you theirs doesn’t sit well with him.

“I understand your jealousy, Jaem. If someone was flirting with (Y/N), I wouldn’t be able to stand it either.” Haechan fixes the falling jacket on your shoulders. “But she can handle herself, I know those pretty lips have a mind of their own.” His gaze drops momentarily, yet obvious enough for you to grow shy at how strong Haechan is coming off tonight.

“Stop trying to corrupt her, that’s my job.” Jaemin playfully pushes at Haechan’s chest and they both break out laughing.

“I haven’t said one thing and you’re both talking about me as if I’m not here.” Your small pout is literally the cutest thing to Jaemin. He physically has to stop himself from planting the sweetest kiss on it.

It’s blatantly clear that you’re hot stuff. You’re the perfect example of a head turner, your captivating aura has its ability to suffocate those around you. However, Jaemin has seen all sides of you, but overall finding you so entirely cute. And oddly enough, Jaemin has a knack for cute things.

“Is that (Y/N) I hear?” Huang Renjun engulfs you in a hug, showing clear affection and doesn’t mind doing so. “How did your project go?”

“It went well. You accomplish a lot when you don’t procrastinate.” Renjun gleams at your statement and if Jaemin is delusional enough, he’d probably mistaken the twinkle in his eyes for infatuation instead of admiration.

“You’re so responsible, why are you messing with Jaemin?” Renjun sighs and though his question is more of a joke, there is some truth behind his words.

Your friendship with his friends differ immensely compared to other girls who have come around. Like Jaemin had said before, his boys were going to like you and they do, a lot. Sometimes making it obvious that you’re too good for him.

Jeno comes up from the side, an unidentifiable bruise on his neck and a new cut on his brow. Lee Jeno being such a rough character, his appearance speaks well about how his day has been.

But when he lays his eyes on you, it’s as if all his pain is replaced with joy and security. “(Y/N)! I haven’t seen you in so long!” The enthusiastic boy rushes over to greet you with a warm smile.

“I’m pretty sure I was here a week ago.” You laugh, but welcome him in your arms for a tender friendly hug and pat his head out of habit.

“It’s been a week?! That’s so long.” Jeno narrows his eyes at Jaemin and flicks his forehead.

“Ow!” Jaemin exclaims while rubbing the pain away. “You act like she doesn’t go to the same school as us and therefore, can see her any time you want to.” The tone in Jaemin’s voice raises some eyebrows as they all exchange glances to each other before bursting into laughter.

“Like your jealous ass would allow for that?” Haechan remarks and Jaemin doesn’t outwardly react. However, Jaemin’s hand is squeezing you so tight that you’re more than certain he’s bothered by the comment.

“Oh, stop it. You all know I’m Team Jaemin. He does have the most wins this past month.” You only know that through Jaemin’s proud boasting, anything else in the racing world is unknown to you.

Jaemin situates you in between his legs as he slightly sits on the hood of his car. His arms wrap around your middle and chin rests on your shoulder. Public display of affection isn’t a problem for him, and you learned much earlier that Jaemin can’t keep his hands off of you.

Renjun scoffs at your whimsical fact, in absolute disbelief. “It hurts more hearing you say it. I’m getting my car upgraded, but once it’s done, I’m going to blaze his ass on the tracks.”

“Are you racing today?” Jeno asks the blue haired fellow that clings onto you like a koala.

“Yeah, against a newbie. Apparently he’s really good, so I’m not too sure I’ll win.” Jaemin mumbles into your hair.

“You say that every time, yet you win!” Renjun crosses his arms, weight shifting to his left leg as he pops his hip out. There is always a sense of competition between anyone with Renjun.

Jaemin perks up behind you and when you turn around in his arms, you’re face to face with a beaming smile. “That’s because I have you.” Eyes lock with yours, he isn’t saying that directed to Renjun. Na Jaemin has you wrapped around his pinky, the butterflies fluttering in your stomach are too hard to ignore.

“Alright, lovebirds. Get in your car and let’s start this shit.” Haechan groans and claps his hands to draw the crowd’s attention. Cupping them around his mouth, he roars into the starry night, “let’s roll!”

During the race, Jaemin’s number one priority is to keep you safe. While you’ve sat in his car for a number of times now, it’s different once the loud bang goes off and he’s hitting 100 mph. Tonight’s track is much more dangerous, with twists and turns that can have the vehicle flying weightlessly if he’s not careful.

“You trust me, right?” Jaemin has both hands on the wheel and the engine rumbling as you both anticipate the start of the race.

Spectators watch on the sidelines as if it’s the ultimate battle, but Jaemin doesn’t pay them much mind. He’s more concerned about you instead. “Of course. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be sitting here right now. You’ve proven yourself that you’re an excellent driver, so let’s win this.”

Jaemin smirks at your encouraging words, feeling a warmth spread across his chest. “I’ll tap out any time you want me to, okay?”

You nod and the initial whip of the car is so intense that you didn’t even register the sound off. It’s not your first race, but it’s been awhile since the last one. When you adjust to the pressure, the lanes in front of you cause a slight queasiness in your stomach.

It’s a two lane windy road that wraps around the mountain side and Jaemin happens to be in the outer lane. All it takes is a second of lost control and you two will hit the metal railings that guard the cliff below. Despite your inner panic, Jaemin guides you through the pooling anxiety that leaves you restless.

“(Y/N), look up and out the window. We’re coming up on the cliff side view, I’ve always wanted to bring you here.” Your eyes land on the dazzling glitter that dances on the ripples of the lake. It’s so vast, the moon high up in the sky is reflected on the water below. It’s a romantic scene of melancholy and bliss. Suddenly, you feel at peace in the middle of this high speed race.

“It’s beautiful, Jaem.” You whisper calmly and he’d reach for your hand to hold, but races take too much wheel control. And he’d turn to look at you, but races take too much concentration on the road ahead.

But throughout every obstacle, he hears the gentleness and the solidarity in your cadence in the midst of all the high stress. He, too, feels peace. He feels calm knowing that you’re simply by his side, even in the face of danger. So, he can finally admit to himself… he genuinely developed feelings for you.

Before you know it, you’re thrusted side to side from the sharp turns and the adrenaline kicks in when the other racer catches up right next to Jaemin. “Fuck,” Jaemin curses underneath his breath and steps harshly on the acceleration. “Baby, I’m going to go a bit faster so hold onto something.” He warns and your hand finds the grab handle. It’s neck and neck at this point.

Usually, you squeeze your eyes shut to avoid becoming too overwhelmed by the sights in front of you. Tonight is different, not entirely knowing why, you’re observing every element that circles around the perimeter.

The finish line is up ahead, but there is no sign that the other racer is slowing down. Then, you see it: the fatal mistake that can cost you both of your lives if you didn’t catch it. “Jaemin, watch out!” You yelp when the other car inches dangerously close, your warning allows Jaemin to make a controlled swerve away from a possible hit.

Jaemin shakes his head and tsks at the recklessness. “Now I know why he’s good. It’s foul play.” He blows his bang out of his eyes and casually says, “thank you for warning me. This is why I need you by my side.”

He makes it to the finish line barely before the other, winning the race by half a second. Jaemin brakes smoothly, tire marks scrapping the concrete below, and you both exit the car to celebrate with everyone else.

But before the mass of eager shouting men make their way over to you two, Jaemin hurries to your side to pull you into a steamy, rewarding kiss. The scene is just like the movies; his hand on your lower back and yours on his chest lightly. His lips taste like triumph, like he had won more than just a simple race against a random stranger. He’s won the best person he could ever have.

You two fled the scene after cussing out the other racer. It was a rare sight to see: Jaemin being all bothered and angry, practically fuming after scrambling back into the driver’s seat. However, your mind had mischievous plans of its own and all it took was one look from his hooded eyes for you to announce that you wanted him --- badly.

Back in your usual abandoned parking lot, Jaemin pauses before following you to the back seats. With the engine off and the dead of the night being absolute silent, the tension remains thick around you two. “(Y/N),” Jaemin is about to confess something he never thought he’d admit. He turns to you sitting in the middle seat with just your panties on and a curious look on your face.

His heart burns and despite being so incredibly aroused, he controls his urges enough to be able to say, “I’m into you.”

“I know you’re into me, that’s how we ended up like this in the first place.” You giggle cluelessly to his words, still not understanding the odd shift in mood and intentions. It’s always his unclear, messy intentions.

Though he can’t entirely figure out his puzzle pieces, he has plenty to connect the dots. “I like you. I want to be in a relationship with you and call you my girlfriend.”

You’re stunned. Did Jaemin just confess to you as you sit in your panties ready to fuck? This softness is different from the sides you’ve seen of him. It’s similar to a lost bunny, wandering grasslands to find a purpose. He looks so fragile, one intense stare and he’d crumble. This softness is vulnerability.

“So do it.” The boldness catches him off guard, but switches on the dominance in him. “If you want me, come show it.”

He climbs over the middle console to push you into the leather seats. “Not acting shy anymore, are you?” Practically ripping your shirt off of you, he cups your breast lightly and flicks at your nipples. Your immediate reaction results in a rush of wetness down your core.

“Before I forget,” sitting up, you share a passionate kiss that you’ve held back long enough. You give it every ounce of feeling you have for him. “If it isn’t obvious enough, I like you too.”

“It’s obvious, baby.” Kissing your nose, he wraps a hand around your throat to lightly push you back down. “But hearing you say it out loud makes me happy.” Jaemin smirks, hand still choking you gently and pampering your jawline with soft kisses.

His free hand reaches down into your dripping panties, circling your clit with your wetness. The sensation causes you to whimper for more. “Daddy, give it to me.” You wiggle in his palm, knowing that the nickname is more than effective.

“My sweet (Y/N) wants to get fucked?” Jaemin rolls your underwear off and rids himself of his own bottoms.

“Yes, please.” Through the darkness, his hard dick stands proudly. Jaemin lines himself up as he thrusts into you without another second of hesitation. He waits for you to adjust to his size, his tip barely grazing your sweet spot. “Fuck…”

“You take me so well, my pretty baby.” Jaemin starts moving his hips, slowly at first to build a rhythm. Taking your legs, he presses them into your chest to fuck you at a deeper angle. And you feel him practically in your guts, his cock pumping against your walls deliciously and bumping into your g-spot. “Do you want more of me?”

Your train of thought is in utter shambles and whatever Jaemin is saying to you barely processes. You’re overwhelmed by a pleasure that fills every system, every part of your body. To answer him, you let out an incoherent noise of approval.

Jaemin pulls your hips down while thrusting forward into you, maximizing every inch of his strokes. This single action causes you to scream and grip onto the headrest. “Who knew my sweet girl could be so fucking dirty?” Jaemin chuckles darkly, his cadence dropping several decibels. “When I first met you, I wanted to ruin you.”

All of his filthy words edge you closer to your release as he continues to repeat his previous motion. He holds your hips in place to grind into you, the feeling of his tip rubbing your walls has your eyes rolling back. “Do you want to cum, (Y/N)?”

“Yes!” You yell, the tight ball in your lower abdomen is bound to break any minute. “I want to cum so badly, please.” You beg and moan, the arch in your back lifts you from the seat of the car. Jaemin snaps his hips into you, drilling you quickly to reach your high. And you break. An euphoric cry fills the air as your walls clench around his length. You hear the extra wetness create a slick noise, but Jaemin isn’t done with you yet.

“You wanted to cum so fucking badly. I’ll reward you with one more for being such a good girl for me.” His thumb flicks at your clit and you convulse into spasms from the sensitivity. Your violently shaking legs can’t hold themselves up anymore and Jaemin rests them on his shoulders. He lines kisses along your ankle as the pleasure overtakes you.

“I don’t think I can do it.” You whine, your fingers twisting and toes curling.

“You are going to try, okay baby?” He coos, but it’s most definitely a demand. He sits back on his knees to pick up more speed, fucking endlessly into your swollen pussy and thumb rubbing fast strips against your bud.

“I’m going to snap, Jaem.” You cry, tears rimming your eyes and before you know it, a second wave hits you. Your second orgasm is ruinous and has you squirming around to regain some sense of control.

“Oh fuck, you’re so beautiful.” Jaemin slows down as your walls grip around him again, tighter this time. “I’m going to fill you up with cum,--- watch it drip out of you.” He grunts while releasing into you, his dick twitching and spraying your insides with white.

He pulls out as hot, white cum spills from your pussy. You take this moment to catch your breath and relax your legs. However, Jaemin coats his two fingers and shoves the cum back into you. “Jaemin!” You exclaim at the sudden intrusion.

He curls them into your plushy walls and finger fucks you into another oblivion. “Wait, again?” Your hands wrap around his wrist, but Jaemin moves too fast for you to catch it.

You’re a moaning mess again, louder than before. Jaemin leans down and flicks his tongue against your overstimulated bundle of nerves. Your back arches automatically and a low animalistic scream rises from your throat.

He observes your body lines underneath the moonlight and the last remaining light the broken street lamps have to offer. Your face contours and you’re so far out into ecstasy that you don’t notice how intensely Jaemin watches you lose yourself.

“It feels too good!” With one last thrilling orgasm, you almost pass out and you see small stars of dizziness. He soaks up every last bit of your cathartic reaction and festers a small sense of pride that he can make you feel all this pleasure.

“Such a good girl. You’re beyond impressive, baby.” Jaemin pulls his fingers out to lick them clean and finds some wipes to help you out of your sticky situation.  

“Now that you’re my girlfriend, can we cuddle at any time now? Not just as after care.” He peers up at you and the one word enacts a burning warmth to spread across your chest. That is the best nickname he can call you by.

“I think the Singles Girls Only house event is still going on, but after that, yes a million times.” You laugh and wrap your arms around him into a big loving hug.

Jaemin feels right at home. All the long years of living carelessly and wild, he’s finally found someone worth the extra mile. While Jaemin was a thriving adventure to be explored, you were his comfort to run back to.

It is through the intimacy of your backseat chronicles that Jaemin was able to fall deeper for you. You’re his lucky charm, for some reason, he always feels better around you. 

[darling-i-read-it]

Slow Kisses

Will Graham x reader

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: near smut, teasing basically 

Author’s Note: if y’all remember the post i made where i was like ‘i dont even like smut but whatever i just wrote made me pause and take a cold shower’ this is that fic this is it and my heart is STILL BEATING (i LOVE IT) 

Summary: Ever since coming back from jail Will’s been a lot more bold 

Genre: not smut but also kinda like sorta 

Song: younce by beyonce 

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director 

(not my gif) (do yall know how long ive been waiting to have a fic to use this gif for and it is HERE)

Will, however unstable, was usually the smartest person in any room. When you met him it was because you both had started to work with the FBI as profilers not that they needed anyone that wasn’t him. You grew close quite quickly and you became a clutch in his life, something he needed outside of Hannibal and the job he was learning to hate.

And then he went to jail.

Quite a wrench in any actual relationship.

He was amazed that you stayed beside him. Alana Bloom had abandoned all hope. Freddie was sure he had killed people. Hannibal (despite being a murderer, Will was sure of that) figured Will was responsible. Jack Crawford figured his friend was a killer. Chilton was poking Will's mind as though he was one.

You.

You did something he hadn’t quite expected, even in his mind that was what had gotten him into all of this.

You believed him.

And for that reason and that reason alone, he knew you were the person he was coming out of jail for and you were the person he would protect in the reckoning that Hannibal no doubt had coming. You were his. Will had very little things to himself. He had his dogs. 

He had you. 

And now that he was out of jail, the man who didn’t kill all those people, was feared. Alana, Jack, Freddie, even Hannibal sometimes, saw something in him that scared them.

When Hannibal ran away, narrowly escaping capture, Will was on a mission. He was recovering and he was scared and he was angry. 

You stood at the end of his table, making him some dinner from the scraps you managed to get together.

“Y/N?” You turned around slightly and to let him know that you had heard him but just in case you said his name back to him.

“Will?” 

“You’re aware I killed that man and mutilated his body right? The one in the museum?” You nodded.

“Sure. Where are you going with this?” you asked, laughing nervously. Will looked at you. Really looked. He thought about why you were still beside him despite it all and he thought about why on Earth you sounded so nonchalant at him mutilating a body.

“You’re not...scared?” 

“Should I be?” You turned fully around now so that you had his full attention. You curled your fingers under the counter and crossed one leg over the other.

“I don’t think so.” He paused. “Everyone else is.” You shrugged.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” 

“You’re unbothered that everyone is afraid your boyfriend will tear them to pieces with no remorse.” You shrugged and slowly walked over to where he sat at the end of the table. Your finger brushed the smoothed wood, stopping just a few feet from him.

“No remorse sounds a bit extreme.”

“Are you sure you aren’t Hannibal Lecters girlfriend?” Will asked. He was giving you a look, a challenging look. You had never seen that look on Will but you supposed prison could do that to a person.

“I’m quite sure.” you whispered. “What’s brought this on?” He shrugged. 

“Stares in the streets. The girlfriend of the guy who didn’t kill all those people.” 

“I’m your girlfriend Will.” 

You raised your hand to touch his cheek but he grabbed it before you got there. He yanked your arm and you fell into his lap where he had his other hand to steady you. You put your hands on his chest, surprised that he had done that.

“Yes you are,” he whispered, eyes on your lips and then back at your eyes.

“What’s gotten into you?” you asked but your voice was barely above an audible whisper. His gaze was making you squirm. 

“Nothing that wasn’t there before.”

He raised a hand to your cheek, slowly, pausing on your chest but not touching you, his hand only hovering. You held your breath as he stared at you through his fingers. You had never seen this part of Will but damn if you didn’t like it.

Will cupped your cheek and what would usually be a soft vulnerable gaze was now a governing look of control.

He leaned forward and you went to meet him halfway but he stopped you, your lips just barely touching, not enough for your liking. You breathed out a stubborn sigh and his lips turned up into a smirk. 

He grabbed your hip harshley with his free hand and kissed you slowly, to slow for your taste. You leaned into him, eager to speed him up but he wasn’t letting you go any faster even as his hands started to explore your waist more.

“Will,” you muttered and he kissed your jaw softly.

“Hm?” 

“The dinner-” He laughed lowly but didn’t let up on his kissing. His voice was gruff.

“Dinner can wait.” 

[q00kies]

00Q underrated and/or recent fics rec list (as of may 2019)

Already browsed through the top kudos 00Q classics on ao3 and looking for something fresh to read ? This list is for you! Sorry the list is not as detailed as my first one (there are no summaries) because it’s also longer. You’ll see some of my previous fic rec list fics here again. This one focuses on my favorites of the underrated and/or recent 00Q fanfics on ao3.

‘recent’ : >2017 ‘underrated’ : <1K kudos

Slow-burn

Ulysses, by girlbookwrm

rating: T words: 89K year: 2017

This one is arguably underrated, but it’s the least known of the ‘big’ 00Q fics, and I really like it.

Human Error, by jabberwock

rating: E words: 86K year: 2016

In this one, Bond is an AI created by Q and the premise sounds weird but I promise you, you’ll get to scream every two sentences. 

something has scarcely begun, by pdameron

rating: G words: 18K year: 2017

Pride and Prejudice AU. pdameron’s total package : pining, misunderstandings, jealousy [heart emoji]

Gen/Teen/Fluff

You Got it Bad, by silverynight

rating: T words: 1,3K year: 2017

Pining!Bond SOS “James fucking Bond was pining”!! Bond follows Q in Q branch “like a protective puppy” and looks at him “with an embarassing besotted look on his face” and Q is SO oblivious. “007! I didn’t see you there!” He said and turned back to whatever he was doing. “Of course you didn’t,” the agent commented to himself looking almost devasted.” can you believe.

A personal fave.

Master of seduction, by silverynight

rating: T words: 1,6K year: 2017

Bond doesn’t know how to flirt with Q. The cuteness.

Jealousy, by CMDAK

rating: T words: 12K year: 2019 warning : part of a WIP series

In this one, a retired Bond is jealous and suspicious of the new 007 that Q keeps talking about.

a strange cowardice, by voculae

rating: T words: 100 year: 2018

slams the table

Let Love In, by dhampir72

rating: T words: 21K year: 2014

dhampir72 queen of softness.

Pastels, by thevinespeaketh

rating: T words: 5K year: 2015

Q is Bond’s civilian roommate.

Lit Up, by IrishWitch58

rating: E words: 4K year: 2019

Bond brings Q souvenirs from his missions, Q cherises them and brings them all home and Bond thinks he just throws them away since he doesn’t see any of them in Q’s office, this is peak of misunderstanding

i’ll give you my jacket, i’ll give you my heart, by andfinallywearehome

rating: G words: 1,7k year: 2018

the college AU yall need

Just a moment of your time, by releasetheglitch

rating: T words: 4k year: 2015 warning: Bond is 19 and Q is 15 but nothing sexual happens and Bond is reasonable and considerate.

another much needed college AU 

My thoughts, My heart, My soul,by varjoruusu

rating: G words: 2,1K year: 2015

soulmates AU! Bond is a dumbass, what’s new.

A modest proposal, by Tokyo_the_Glaive

rating : T words : 3,3K year: 2016

there’s love to be had, by pdameron

rating : G words : 1,2K  year: 2017

Fixing Connections, by beginte

rating : E words : 2,9K  year: 2015

sweet and cozy

edit : author has written a 60K series of 00Q fics, you should check it out

people can surprise you (or not), by pdameron

rating : T words : 10K year: 2018

Silence is Wiser, by crowgirl

rating : T words : 5K year: 2018

Of Teashops and Valentines, by dracoroxy

rating : E words : 7,9K year: 2016

please stay, by pinknamjoon

rating : T words : 2,7K year: 2018

Angst with happy ending

I won’t betray you

the last time you’ll say no, by dragon_rider

rating : T words : 4,1K year: 2014

Bond is in love with Q, yet when Q asks him out he rejects him, SOS SOS. The characterization is so delicate and accurate, also you’ll die.

As if a Phantom Caress’d me, by ketonicoxygen

rating: G words: 4K year: 2016

Spectre fix-it pining and misunderstandings hell.

Half a World Away, by vials

rating: T words: 2,3K year: 2016

Trifles, by LysandreandHermia

rating: G words: 1,3K year: 2016

This one will make you scream. This wins the misunderstandings olympics.

Walk the Stars, by marlowe_tops

rating: T words: 4K year: 2014 warning: alien!Q astronaut!Bond AU

This is heartbreaking, really.

A most peculiar way, by beaubete

rating: T words: 4,9K year: 2014

another astronaut!Bond AU! heart-warming wwww

Missed chances, by cherrygoldlove

rating : G words : 2,7K year: 2019

Total package misunderstandings, pining, jealousy 

Always you, by lemonsorbae

rating : T words : 6,7K year: 2017

Another unrequited love + misunderstandings package

I could stand another day, by vials

rating : T words : 1,3K year: 2016

Break-up fic with angst, there are cameras with pictures under their bed, and  neither wants to keep them and Q is so fragile and it’s just so beautiful.

The Words Left Unsaid, by Eidan

rating : T words : 654 year: 2018 warning : preslash, short

Humor

Long Overdue, by vix_spes

rating: T words: 1,8K year: 2019

“Q-branch looks more like a student’s union than a division of MI6 and that’s without taking the cats into account.”

Omegaverse

(Alpha!Bond and Omega!Q, mpreg free)

Where You Are, by dhampir72

rating: E words: 44K year: 2018 warning: WIP but the last chapter is a satisfying ending

A Matter of Convenience, by junetangerine  

rating: E words: 19K year: 2017

my favorite 00Q omegaverse

Afire, by beaubete

rating: E words: 2K year: 2014

ProblemWithTroubles 00Q fic series

Alright this gets its own category because the author wrote a 133K series of 22 independant and VERY underrated 00Q one-shots and fics, most of which are really worthy to read ! They were written between 2013-2019, so there’s a bunch of recent ones. Here are my favourites :

Safe

rating: G words: 1K year: 2019

Pining ! Frustratingly short though ahah

In the Dark

rating: G words: 2,2K year: 2014

The full pining, rejection and misunderstandings package. Favourite of the series.

Stay

rating: G words: 1,6K year: 2015 warning : ANGST, NO HAPPY ENDING

This is so cruel and heart beaking.

Weakness

rating: G words: 1,5K year: 2018

Bond stalks Q and pines. [heart emoji]

Heaven of a Human Spirit

rating: G words: 991 year: 2019

High school AU !

PWP

Photogenic, by beaubete

rating: E words: 3,1k year: 2014

this is not a pwp  Q has an erotic tumblr blog.

Satin and Lace, by dhampir72 and procoffeinating

rating: E words: 3,6K year: 2016  warning : wip, dom/sub

I love this one. Sub Q wears lingerie.

Smooth Q, by earlybloomingparentheses

rating: E words: 4,4K year: 2015 warning : dom/sub, crossdressing

“If you’re jealous of the women I fuck, Q,” Bond says in his gravel voice, “you might as well be one of them.” Bond is actually toughtful of Q and is not a douche even though it sounds so at first.

[smartcookie727]

Desperate Words

What’s up peeps? Long time no gajevy. I was inspired to write a happy and angsty take on a picture I saw along my dash, so there will be a companion happy version to this piece shortly! This fic has some feels, but if you know me then you know I can’t hurt characters too much. I did thoroughly enjoy testing my boundaries by trying to create some tension and sensory fear. By some supernatural power I managed to make this under 1K as well. I hope yall enjoy. As always, leave me a comment, reblog, tag, whatever you want to interact so I know what yall like.

Pairing: Gajevy

Prompt: Angst scenario insp by art

Length: 750w

Wounded and separated from Gajeel in battle, Levy will make a desperate attempt to save his life. She calls upon powerful magic, but at what cost? And will Gajeel be able to rescue her after Levy makes her move? 

Desperate Words

Levy's veins ran cold. The attackers had separated them. Pain no longer shot through her left arm, numb and useless now. Every curse she knew ripped from her lips as she forced her body to move, but she was so very slow. The deafening thump of her heartbeat pounded in Levy’s head until ringing replaced all other sound. Her magic energy was dangerously low.

Through sweat and tears her eyes found Gajeel. Iron clubs held off three men at once, but his back—where she should be fighting—was open. Levy choked on the dust that clogged the air as despair gripped her heart. A new attacker was stalking behind Gajeel, poised for a final blow. Her brain worked at lightning speed, grasping at straws for a way to protect the man she loved. The attacker was too close, and as much as she screamed at her body to move faster, her feet would not obey. Repercussions be damned; for Gajeel's sake, she'd transcend time and space.

Desperate tears fell as the only answer Levy could see flashed for a shining moment through her mind. He'd hate it; it would be painful. But it could work. Reckless power surged through her fingers as she wrote the letters. It was all up to him after this spell—Levy would hear about how stupid this was for the next three months—but she'd give them the chance to have the rest of those months together. A word to turn the tide.

“Solid Script: Magnet!”

The word appeared in front of her, larger than Levy had ever dared to make before. Without a breath of hesitation she grabbed on for her life—for his life—and let the magic go.

Everything was a blur as wind whipped around her. Levy's fingers begged to let go of the letters charging towards Gajeel, but she grit her teeth and held firm. With one long breath, she drew upon untapped strength and twisted her legs up when she felt the catch. The word dispersed as she latched onto Gajeel, and Levy kicked with with every ounce of energy she had left. Force rammed into the assailant, sending him sprawling a few feet away.

He laid motionless on the ground, but so did she.

Confused hands grabbed and shook her. When the world stopped spinning, Levy could see Gajeel, holding her as he knelt, eyes brimming with worry. He didn't look like he'd been hurt by the impact. Had their lives not been in danger, she would've loved to see the look on his face the moment her magnet had slammed into him.

“You told me to stay by your side, remember? There was a—” Levy pointed weakly to the man she’d taken down, “I’ll always have your back.” Warmth filled her body as Gajeel placed a kiss on her forehead. “Sorry it took so long, but this was all I could do with what I had left.” Tears welled in her eyes, relief crashing over her in waves. It had worked.

“Thank you for always having my back, but you’ve gone an’ pushed yourself too far,” Gajeel said gingerly, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Reckless wife of mine, I must be rubbing off on ya too much.” He brushed away her tears, his voice trembling, “Rest, Levy. It's my turn to protect you.”

With a light nod, her eyes fluttered shut, and Levy let her head fall against her husband’s chest. Dark gray scales rose from Gajeel’s skin as he turned, staring daggers into the remaining men.

“Lily,” he said, the words cold and biting as his steel. “Take Levy somewhere safe. She saved my ass, and I intend to take full advantage of the opportunity she's given me.” An aura of malice flickered around Gajeel like black fire.

“Now who the hell thought it would be good idea to hurt my wife?” The cracking of his knuckles promised shattered bones. “Sounds like you shitheads have a death wish.” Light flashed against metal fangs and talons. “When I'm done with you assholes yer gonna beg every god you know to go back to the days when all I could do was arrest ya.”

He raised a hand to wipe the blood from his brow, face twisting with a hunger for revenge. “Your fate cemented the moment you decided to fuck with Fairy Tail.” Fury incarnate, Gajeel’s eyes glazed over as he shouted his assault. “And you nailed your coffins shut when you dared harm Levy Redfox.”

[meechdoucet]

update

damn its been a while. well im back and thinking of staying on this tumblr shit. where tf do i start? llamaspit... ratpiss... my ep... finding my biological sisters... idfk but lemme just start

so last time i was simping over allina. well thats over, me and her broke up because... well... lets just say it wasnt the healthiest relationship but im glad we broke that off as soon as possible bc it mightve only gotten worse. anyways, after that we were friends, and i found out she was talking shit about me with some of her other friends, just acting really childish, and i decided to cut that off for good. this was the end of november this happened, about a week after her birthday.

me and christopher came up with the idea for llamaspit randomly some time in october and were thinking of making something together, a tape, album, idk. he showed me a mixtape that changed my writing process all together, the earl mixtape. thats when my verses for ratpiss were made. i wrote my 2nd verse in like 10 minutes and the first verse in 5 minutes, my brain was jogging like crazy. still suprised how fast i wrote those verses. after that, ratpiss dropped and it got the most attention from a release i never had before, people were giving me compliments left and right. at first i didnt know how to take it and i was freaking out because i was never shown this kind of attention, but after time its just like whatever, i was freaking out over 300 plays in 24 hours now its almost at 1k and i can care less lmao whens the next song. anyways, i didnt drop anything for like a month because i was working on album (which i scrapped btw, it was trash and i wasnt ready for a full length album yet) and then kinda stepped back. another month went by and i havent dropped anything, so around christmas time i just released some scraps/unfinished songs. behind the scenes me and christopher were setting up a bunch of shit for llamaspit and i can see this shit taking off man like fr we have a vision and people just gotta recognize that. but for now im just inside my room chillin all day. i released slide on new years day, its not my best song but it was alright, that was cool, it was nice to release again. musically now im trying some more stuff with samples and some stuff i never seen before so thats fucking sick, im making original shit i havent seen before so thats swag.

back in november i was in a really really bad place mentally, and i had some sort of an existential crisis and just lost all purpose and meaning to everything. one night, i cant remember what day, but i went into the pantry and grabbed 7 aleve pills and fell asleep. i tried to kill myself that night, and all that happened is that i woke up with a hugeeeee headache and yeah. i went to a mental hospital later that day because they saw my internet history but came back home later that night. earlier in the day i checked my instagram dms and my biological older sister finally found me after all of these years and thats my main motivation to keep going. love my big sis and shes everything to me.

damn this is shorter than i thought, there might be more tbh but thats a big update. looking back at my old posts i cringe but i wouldnt be where i am today without it. also i made a vow to never delete anything so imma keep my word ig. (even though i deleted all my tweets lmao) anyways, love yall, peace

[kimcheolwoon]

sorry if this is annoying/u already answered this but how did you go about getting tickets?

18 days…it’s taken me 18 days to answer this because I am a literal menace and yeah health blah blah blah…but whenever i actually did find the time and energy to sit down and answer this i would get distracted and poof! there it goes…

BUT ANYWAY you’ve probably already like figured everything out because if you’re anything like me, you probably researched relentlessly and asked around and figured out that hey some info isn’t hard to find if you look in the right places with the right words and blah blah i talk too much

ANYWAY ANYWAY i got ticket to SW 2017 special edition in tokyo dome through the SM Global Package (an aggreagate of their current packages are found on their travel website here *make sure to create an account!!!!* and they also have a twitter which sends out updates about tours and packages that will open). I am going to tell you right here and right now and forever DEPENDING ON THE TYPE OF PACKAGE YOU GET/WANT, THIS THING IS NOT CHEAP. IT WILL BREAK YOUR BANK IF YOU DO NOT PROPERLY PLAN/BUDGET. With that said, my package was a total of $979 x 2 because I bought a twin package (which i will talk more about later. wow i am on a roll with words today ^^), but i have seen packages for some tours that are as low as $250 and as high as $1010 (but there is a reason for this huge disparity that i’ve noticed and will comment on later). However, the price for each package includes hotel booking, transportation to and from the venue, and meals. it DOES NOT cover things your flight ticket!! I’m from the US of A. I want you guys to know that after everything…i ended up spending nearly $3k on this trip. (Now $2k was for the package and the flight ticket…but the extra $1k was me splurging on my unworthy friends and buying all the things i needed while in Japan like binoculars and food and souvenirs for myself because fuck i’m in SHINee land!)

Okay so #1 is PACKAGES. i bet you’re like wtf????? I’m gonna use Taemin’s Off Sick GP as an example. 

Every single hmmm is it row or column??? ROW…every single row that you see is a package. These packages, at least for Korean concerts, are grouped by type (deluxe, superior, or economy) and by the number of people attending (single or twin). The single or twin option is actually more for your hotel room booking than anything else. Which is why Twin packages are cheaper by person than singles. They are also divided by “Course”. This is what that means:

Course A and B are always the exact same except for the concert date. (which is why i didn’t include it in the top picture). So essentially for packages, you show up the day before, check in to your hotel, get your nice shi*t, sleep, wake up, eat breakfast if you want (it’s freeee), and then meet up to travel to the concert, go crazy, go back to your hotel, sleep, and if you’re lucky to get a C course, do it all again the next day whoop! The number of courses depend on how many concert dates there are. SM usually always only starts out with the standard two day concert, and then LATER as if it’s some big surprise…will add another day or two. If they do add another day or two and you already purchased a course C GP, no you cannot just have them add the extra dates. You would literally have to buy another GP. DO NOT DO THAT. At that point you’re already in Korea and there’s always people selling extra tickets at the venue the day of a concert or whatever. Just buy a ticket from a local. 

Every GP buyer gets this cool benefit where they get to pre-order goods and idk about yall but i saw those queue lines at TD…i walked those queue lines at TD…i vowed that i would never ever stand in a queue line like that ever. I had friends who went hella early and STILL spent three hours queuing for goods…ONLY FOR THEM TO RUN OUT!!! It’s insaaaane. So yknow what you guys should do? Thank your GO peeps profusely if they ever had to stand in a queue to get goods for you. These things are no joke. 

Deluxe package buyers get the most for their money i swear. When you buy deluxe you stay in the nicest fucking hotel omfg i looked it up and everything. It’s almost always decked out in like pillows and covers and stuff of the artist you’re going to see and you get to take that stuff HOME along with all the other free stuff (i keep refraining myself from saying sh*t because this stuff is not sh*t) that SM gives you. Deluxe peeps also get a free tour of the co-ex atrium where they will literally SHUT DOWN THE ENTIRE STORE just for you guys and they will jam your artist loud through the speakers and monitors land it’s just so so nice. AND they give you a free meal voucher to a nice ass restaurant and/or you can join in the meal that they set up for the deluxe package holders which is ofc hella fricking nice. So I had a lot of people tell me before that getting the GP was not worth your money blah blah and i say one thing YES IT IS YES IT IS YES IT IS! If you wanna go for it because you are afraid of being in a foreign country by yourself, then buy it. If you wanna go for it because you’re like me and cannot get around or book a hotel (under-aged) to save your life, then buy it. If you wanna buy it for all the free stuff and cool activities, then BUY IT. 

Uhm, so disparities between Korean and Japanese concerts. Since SM does not own Japan like they do Korea, things are a lot less limited. For instance, where Korean concert packages will almost never have less than 12 separate packages, Japanese concert packages only have six or less. This is because in Japan SM doesn’t make the distinctions between deluxe, superior, or economy. Everyone stays in the same hotel. Everyone gets the exact same free goods. No one goes on an elaborate tour or eats at an elaborate restaurant. You’re all on the same playing field. The only price difference you’re paying for is course type and twin/single. 

Now now now listen, let me tell you this now…getting a GP for a Korean concert is…how do i say….FUCKING HARD. So before trying for SW 2017, i thought i would mock try for Taemin’s Off Sick concert (the first one) I was on the moment it opened…and there was only 4/12 slots left. His GP sold out in less than three minutes! I had a friend who tried for SWC V last year and literally got KICKED OFF THE PAGE because there was so much traffic. It is gruesome I’ll have you know. But getting a Japanese package is soooo much easier…i wonder why???? No i don’t. It’s because when you’re trying for a Korean concert, you are also competing with Japanese fans for the exact same spots. And there are a lot of them, and chances have it they are way more experienced at this game than you are. So, i’ve had a lot of people tell me that when they’ve went for a Korean concert GP, most of the other participants were Japanese…like 90% of them are Japanese. Which is really not surprising at all considering how almost all SM artists promote in Japan. So my advice for you there is GOOD LUCK MY CHILD cause you’re gonna need it. 

ah this is long. okay last thing (i think, i hope). Japanese GPs are usually more (read: waaay more) expensive than Korean concerts becaaauuuussseee so far, the only GPs SM has done in Japan have been for dome tours. So this is Tokyo Dome, Kyocera Dome and like obviously these are legendary stages that usually bring a different level of concert experience. So i get it. Like yeah hike up those prices! Also, we stayed in the Shinjuku Washington Hotel and idk if yall ever looked into it or anything but 1) it was hella nice and located near a business district in Japan and 2) apparently it was for rich people. So i really enjoyed my time in Japan and i do not regret dropping nearly $1000 to see my favorite concert in Tokyo Dome. And I had such an amazing time in Japan, I can’t possibly regret anything because getting the GP allowed for me to experience a once in a lifetime opportunity. Also our tour guide was the absolute cutest i think i fell in love with her every time she spoke. And i even got into an elevator with her and she talked to me about Jonghyun so i was literally almost dying on the floor because too to too much. Her name was Lily, Such a sweet name for a lovely person. (she was also the tour guide for Jonghyun’s The Letter Agits during one of the weeks and she saw my tote bag i had from his concert and that’s how the convo started and just *dies*)

Okay i think I covered everything (and more)…i refuse to read back through this long thing because aaaahhh i wrote a lot i’m sorry but i hope this compensates for being fuck ass late. (I cuss too much i’m sorry) 

[q00kies]

00Q underrated and/or recent fics rec list (as of may 2019) ver II

There are format issues on the mobile version of the first post so I’m reposting a shorter version

Already browsed through the top kudos 00Q classics on ao3 and looking for something fresh to read ? This list is for you! You’ll see some of my previous fic rec list fics here again.

‘recent’ : >2017 ‘underrated’ : <1K kudos

Slow-burn

Ulysses, by girlbookwrm

This one is arguably underrated, but it’s the least known of the ‘big’ 00Q fics, and I really like it.

Human Error, by jabberwock

In this one, Bond is an AI created by Q and the premise sounds weird but I promise you, you’ll get to scream every two sentences.

something has scarcely begun, by pdameron

Pride and Prejudice AU. pdameron’s total package : pining, misunderstandings, jealousy [heart emoji]

Gen/Teen/Fluff

You Got it Bad, by silverynight

Pining!Bond SOS “James fucking Bond was pining”!! Bond follows Q in Q branch “like a protective puppy” and looks at him “with an embarassing besotted look on his face” and Q is SO oblivious. “007! I didn’t see you there!” He said and turned back to whatever he was doing. “Of course you didn’t,” the agent commented to himself looking almost devasted.” can you believe.

A personal fave.

Master of seduction, by silverynight

Bond doesn’t know how to flirt with Q. The cuteness.

Jealousy, by CMDAK

In this one, a retired Bond is jealous and suspicious of the new 007 that Q keeps talking about.

a strange cowardice, by voculae

slams the table

Let Love In, by dhampir72

dhampir72 queen of softness.

Pastels, by thevinespeaketh

Q is Bond’s civilian roommate.

Lit Up, by IrishWitch58

Bond brings Q souvenirs from his missions, Q cherises them and brings them all home and Bond thinks he just throws them away since he doesn’t see any of them in Q’s office, this is peak of misunderstanding

i’ll give you my jacket, i’ll give you my heart, by andfinallywearehome

the college AU yall need

Just a moment of your time, by releasetheglitch

warning: Bond is 19 and Q is 15 but nothing sexual happens and Bond is reasonable and considerate.

another much needed college AU

My thoughts, My heart, My soul,by varjoruusu

soulmates AU! Bond is a dumbass, what’s new.

A modest proposal, by Tokyo_the_Glaive

there’s love to be had, by pdameron

Fixing Connections, by beginte

sweet and cozy author has written a 60K series of 00Q fics, you should check it out

people can surprise you (or not), by pdameron

Silence is Wiser, by crowgirl

Of Teashops and Valentines, by dracoroxy

please stay, by pinknamjoon

Angst with happy ending

I won’t betray you

the last time you’ll say no, by dragon_rider

Bond is in love with Q, yet when Q asks him out he rejects him, SOS SOS. The characterization is so delicate and accurate, also you’ll die.

As if a Phantom Caress’d me, by ketonicoxygen

Spectre fix-it pining and misunderstandings hell.

Half a World Away, by vials

Trifles, by LysandreandHermia

This one wins the misunderstandings olympics.

Walk the Stars, by marlowe_tops

warning: alien!Q astronaut!Bond AU

This is heartbreaking, really.

A most peculiar way, by beaubete

another astronaut!Bond AU! heart-warming wwww

Missed chances, by cherrygoldlove

Total package misunderstandings, pining, jealousy

Always you, by lemonsorbae

Another unrequited love + misunderstandings package

I could stand another day, by vials

Break-up fic with angst, there are cameras with pictures under their bed, and  neither wants to keep them and Q is so fragile and it’s just so beautiful.

The Words Left Unsaid, by Eidan

warning : preslash, short

Humor

Long Overdue, by vix_spes

“Q-branch looks more like a student’s union than a division of MI6 and that’s without taking the cats into account.”

Omegaverse

(Alpha!Bond and Omega!Q, mpreg free)

Where You Are, by dhampir72

warning: WIP but the last chapter is a satisfying ending

A Matter of Convenience, by junetangerine  

my favorite omegaverse 00Q

Afire, by beaubete

ProblemWithTroubles 00Q fic series

Alright this gets its own category because the author wrote a 133K series of 22 independant and VERY underrated 00Q one-shots and fics, most of which are really worthy to read ! They were written between 2013-2019, so there’s a bunch of recent ones. 

Safe

Pining ! Frustratingly short though ahh

In the Dark

The full pining, rejection and misunderstandings package. Favourite of the series.

Stay

warning : ANGST, NO HAPPY ENDING

This is heart beaking, you’re warned.

Weakness

Bond stalks Q and pines. [heart emoji]

Heaven of a Human Spirit

High school AU !

PWP

Photogenic, by beaubete

this is not a pwp Q has an erotic tumblr blog.

Satin and Lace, by dhampir72 and procoffeinating

warning : wip, dom/sub

I love this one. Sub Q wears lingerie.

Smooth Q, by earlybloomingparentheses

warning : dom/sub, crossdressing

“If you’re jealous of the women I fuck, Q,” Bond says in his gravel voice, “you might as well be one of them.”