#313.wip

[my313]

wedding gift 💍 choi beomgyu [wip preview]

mdni 18+ only / cw: degradation, mentions of collaring, implied filming and photographing, humiliation, husband!beomgyu, dom!beomgyu, wife!reader

lmk if anyone wants to be tagged for the full thing!!

with beomgyu fully-dressed and lounging comfortably on the vanity chair, twisting the strap of his camera on one hand and drinking in the most vulnerable sight of you — you’re like prey handed over prettily on a silver platter, for him to pick apart and devour. 

“crawl to me.” 

“w-what?” an absurd request. something that should have rung the alarm bells in your mind and have your gears turning the other way around. instead, your thighs clench together in effort to hide your growing arousal. you’re washed over with both desire and shame

the corner of beomgyu’s lip quirks up seeing your face contort into nothing shy of a pet being scolded by its owner—bashful, blushing, quivering—in spite of doing nothing but talking down on you.

beomgyu throws his head back, throat deliciously protruding for your viewing as his laugh resonates in the gap between you two.

the sight of you shrinking into yourself, embarrassed to admit that you enjoy his orders, all his humiliating demands, has him throbbing painfully in his slacks. if you weren’t so adamant on avoiding your husband’s watchful gaze, you’d have noticed his own arousal by now. he tries to appear as controlled as he could, trying to ignore how constricting his underwear felt against his length, or the mess threatening to ruin his dress pants.

“maybe we should’ve brought the collar,” another tsk. your unmoving figure has beomgyu moving to the edge of the cushioned seat, legs spread and foot tapping expectantly. “did my baby want to be dragged crying instead? you like being a bitch on a leash, sweet thing?” pressing your buttons as he probes further. 

his lips purse mockingly, brows scrunched and eyes squinted in disagreement. “aw, don’t get all shy on me now!” his pitch goes up, exaggerating reactions in favour of seeing you crumble. “be a good little wife..” he flicks his chin towards you, gesturing for you to move.

“..and crawl.”

[bruciemilf]

Pretty boys UP 🔥🔥🔥

[my313]

omg as a beomkai-ist this was crazy…. (i want 2 bfs so i can make them fight /j)

smug ass beomgyu i hate him so bad but i need him 😭😭 ur smut dialogue always has my knees buckling i cant even… and the lowkey jealousy he feels towards you and kai is so SCRUMPTIOUS i cant wait to see how that plays out in the next part like i want beomgyu grovelling on his knees screaming crying LMAOOO

the audacity he has to say mc tricked him is actually insane and suddenly being desperate to keep the friendship after he essentially blames her ???? 😡😡

I FEAR I AM TOO EXCITED FOR THE NEXT PART U ALWAYS SERVE NINI!!!!

make you cry | part one

pairing: beomgyu x you

summary: beomgyu is your manwhore best friend who you've been secretly in love with for years. one night, he asks you to blur the lines between friendship and physical intimacy for his own convenience.

genre: ANGST, romance, smut (mdni), fwb

warnings: smut (mdni), unprotected sex, creampie, dom!gyu, eventual sub!gyu, fingering (vaginal), dacryphilia, dirty talk, praise, if i missed anything lmk!

word count: 4.2k

notes: hi friends! i'm not completely satisfied with this, but i'd rather it be done than sitting in my drafts. pls don't be mean ;_;

being in love with your best friend is not for the faint of heart, you think. in some cases, it’s the easiest thing in the world, but beomgyu makes it difficult. he’s not a bad guy, at least not deep down, but as you watch him break the heart of another notch in his belt, you can’t help but shiver at the fact that he’d very easily do the same to you if you gave him that chance. not that you ever will, that is, but the thought still remains.

you met in grade school. for you, it was a classic case of love at first sight. you had just fallen off the swingset and the teacher had yet to notice you, so you were crying alone when he came up to you with a dinosaur bandaid in tow. he looked like an angel with the sun encircling him, and even as a child, you thought he was the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen as he held his little hand out for you to grasp. you had no chance to steel your heart when he asked you if you wanted to be friends, and after that, the rest is history. 

that was years ago, but the image of him holding out his hand is engraved in your bones. you think about it even now as you watch him make the poor, unfortunate girl in front of you bawl like a baby. she asks him why he's doing this, what she did wrong, how she can fix it to make him stay. but he's dead set on breaking her heart tonight. and you'll be the one who takes his tipsy ass home after he's done ruining this girl’s perception of love. you’re nothing more than a glorified lackey and enabler, but that's just how it is.

“god, i don’t know why they can never just let go. they always have to make it so hard,” he grumbles in the passenger’s seat of your care. he seems more annoyed than genuinely upset and you can’t help but to feel for the girl who he just unceremoniously dumped in the middle of a house party, so you speak up for once.

“it’s not her fault, beoms. she just really likes you,” you reason. not that it matters, anyway, but you feel better after speaking your mind.

“so it’s my fault? i just don’t get it. i told her no strings attached from the beginning. the fact that she took it seriously is her own problem.” well, nevermind about feeling better. you feel even worse for her now.

“it’s hard not to get attached to you,” you mumble.

“what?” he asks, not even really paying attention to what you’re saying, but still asking for the sake of being (what he thinks is) polite.

“no, it’s nothing,” you reply quickly.

“mmm,” he nods, completely preoccupied with his own issues to really give a fuck about what you have to say. then, as if by a stroke of genius, he says his next words without much thought.

“i just thought of something! you would never act like that with me, would you?” you can’t help but scowl. of course you’d act like that. you’re a normal human being with normal feelings. you’ve already fallen for beomgyu without the physical intimacy, so you can’t imagine how you’d act if you actually had sex with him. but you can’t tell him that, or else he’d start suspecting something.

“i guess not,” you sigh. 

“then why don’t we hook up instead?” he asks, genuinely earnest. 

“no,” you say simply.

“why not?” he frowns, somewhat offended.

“i’m not interested,” you shrug. you don’t realize that your indifference has the opposite effect on beomgyu. what he perceives as your disgust only interests him more.

“c’mon, i’d definitely show you a good time,” he argues.

“i’m fine, thanks.” 

“no, you’re not fine. you haven’t slept with anybody in months. not since what’s-his-name, right? it’s the perfect deal. i’ll give you the time of your life and i’ll get to fuck without any feelings involved.” you try your hardest not to say it’s too late for that. those words will never leave your mouth, though. or else he’d drop you like a hot potato.

“i said no and i mean no. besides, i kind of like somebody right now.” you’re not lying, really. you truly do like, even love, somebody right now, and he’s sitting right next to you.

“who is he?” he asks. “actually, your taste in men is so shit, i don't even wanna know.” usually, that would hurt your feelings, but this whole situation is so fucked up you can’t even find it in you to stifle your laugh. 

“true.” he cocks an eyebrow at your answer. you should, in theory, vehemently deny this. just how shitty is this guy for you to not even put up a fight? 

“okay, i lied. now i really wanna know. who is he? yeonjun?” he asks. you giggle even more.

“no. yeonjun is sweet, but no. and i’m not telling you, so you should give up.” 

“you think yeonjun is sweet in comparison? damn, this guy must be fucking scum,” he laughs. you can’t help but shake your head with an airy laugh of your own. yeah, he’s so awful he even makes yeonjun look sweet. at least it seems like yeonjun has a conscience when he fucks somebody over. beomgyu, for the most part, has none.

“he’s not all bad,” you say softly, still smiling and resting your head on the headrest of your car. 

“but still bad,” he argues. 

“mhmm,” you hum. “still bad.”

-

beomgyu doesn’t mention hooking up again after that, and for that you are thankful, you think. is there a part of you that regrets not saying yes? in a way, you do. who wouldn’t want to be even closer to the one they love? but you know the closeness would be a lie. even if you were in closer proximity physically, he’d still be far away emotionally. too far to ever catch him. and so you sit at the counter of this shitty bar and watch him try to woo one of the prettiest girls you’ve ever seen, and by the looks of it, it’s working. you smile bitterly and down another shot, making your stomach feel hotter and hotter. you know that by the end of the night, you’ll feel sick, but you’d rather be physically sick and drunk rather than emotionally sick and sober. 

“you okay?” kai asks, sliding into the seat next to yours and cutting into your daze with ease. 

“aren’t i always?” you answer with a wry smile.

“it’s that bad, huh?” he asks. beomgyu is your best friend, sure, but kai is the only person in the world who knows about your feelings for him. he also feels like the only person in the world who would understand them. 

“yeah, it is,” you mumble, downing yet another drink as you watch beomgyu grinding on the girl salaciously. 

“wanna get out of here?” he asks sympathetically. you should say no. beomgyu will be angry that you left  him, even if he’d ditch you in a heartbeat to get laid. but now, as you watch him shoving his tongue in the red-lipped mouth of the girl who will now be the impossible standard you’ll hold yourself to from hereon out, you can’t bring yourself to care.

“i do,” you smile, for real this time, and his grin matches yours.

you’re so drunk, you barely remember how you got home, but you’re here and so is hyuka. you don’t cry, even if he kind of wishes you would just so you could let it all out. you laugh, even, as he tells his dorky jokes and beats your ass in mario kart. things are going so well, you don’t even hear the pounding on your door until kai says something about it.

“i’ll get it,” he says soothingly when you unsteadily try to stand up.

“thanks, hyuka,” you smile. and that smile stays planted on your face until you see who’s at the door. beomgyu. and by the looks of it, he’s pissed.

“what the fuck is your problem?! how could you just leave me there alone?” he asks as soon as he’s let in. your face sinks and all prior happiness is washed away in an instant.

“you weren’t alone,” kai cuts in defensively. “she was alone until i came and got her.” beomgyu is actually a little embarrassed by this blatant callout, but he’d sooner die than admit it.

“well, she should’ve said something, at least,” he counters, face still hot and voice still as loud as ever.

“i thought you were going home with that girl,” you reply meekly. 

“and you couldn’t just ask?!” he snaps. 

“you’re being an asshole,” kai argues. “nobody wants to watch you tonguing down some random girl, and she’s not your babysitter.” the room is deathly quiet after this. beomgyu is fishing for words, but he’s too drunk to quite think of any at the moment. he wishes he were sober so he could put kai in his place, but the words never come. all he knows is he’s pissed beyond anything he can properly articulate and it’s driving him crazy. 

“you’re drunk,” kai adds sternly. “go home.” 

“hyuka, it's okay,” you say gently. “he's too drunk for that. he can crash on the couch.” beomgyu doesn't know why, but he scowls at the nickname.

“but —”

“it's okay,” you repeat. kai’s face looks torn. 

“alright, then i'll head out,” he relents after a few seconds. “the both of you just need some sleep,” he says with a sharp glance towards beomgyu, who is still fuming, by the way.

“thank you,” you say with a terse smile. he returns it with a smile of his own and shuts the door behind him. beomgyu watches the entire interaction and somehow feels even worse.

“what the fuck was that? is he the guy you’re hung up on or something?” 

“no!” you exclaim incredulously. “hyuka is a nice guy, and he’s just… helping me with some things right now.” you’re not the most eloquent person on a good day, much less while drunk, so that’s all you can really say at the moment.

“what ‘things’ could he possibly be helping you with?” he snaps before realization dawns on him. “you told him about that guy, didn’t you?! you can tell him but you can’t tell me?” 

“he… he just understands,” you say. you knew beomgyu wouldn’t just let this shit go and be done with it. he’s like a child finding out his dog likes somebody better than he likes him, and it’s exhausting.

“are you sleeping with him?” 

“what, no!”  you say firmly. 

“you are, aren’t you?” he sneers. “you won’t let me touch you, but you’re letting him?” 

“is it so hard to believe that a man just wants to be my friend without wanting to fuck me?” truthfully, yes. you’re good looking and his experience tells him that men always harbor those intentions. well, he does, at least. and for some reason, as he looks at you in your big t-shirt and sweatpants, those intentions are brewing even more. 

“beomgyu?” you ask tentatively. his eyes are so intense it seems like he’s even more pissed off,  somehow. your innocent look stokes the flames of what’s already been burning for you.

as if he’s possessed, he stalks his way over to you, grabs your face before you can even react, and plants a bruising kiss on your soft lips. you gasp when he meanly takes your bottom lip between his teeth and he can’t help but chuckle. the kiss is cruel for so many reasons, but you’d be lying if you said it didn’t knock you off of your feet. you’re usually so restrained around him for reasons only you and kai know, but you feel your inhibitions melt as his tongue enters your mouth. he tastes like alcohol, but then, so do you, and he doesn’t seem to mind. in fact, if his hungry kiss in any indication, he seems to love it. 

one of his hands travel under your big hoodie and he tweaks your already hardened nipple between his fingers. 

“does that feel good, baby?” he asks lowly, and you feel yourself becoming even more wet. you're too embarrassed to respond, but judging from his tone, he already knows your answer. 

his kisses are unrelenting and fierce, no gentleness or care to be seen, but you’re so sweet he can’t control himself. he’s been wanting to do this ever since he hit puberty, but you’ve never seemed interested in him for reasons he can’t understand. but now, you seem more than interested as you let him lead you to your bedroom. he lays you down on your bed and takes off your sweatpants. when he sees you, naked and glistening just from a few touches, he licks his lips in anticipation.

“all this from a few kisses?” he teases, rubbing his fingers up and down your slit. you can do nothing but gasp in response as he pushes one of his long, calloused fingers into your heat.

“s-so tight, it’s sucking me in,” he moans. “i can’t wait to see how you feel around my cock.” he adds a second finger and curls, hitting your sweet spot. all you can do is moan as he takes his thumb and rolls your clit. he watches your body rise and fall with the pleasure and it fascinates him like nothing he’s ever seen. your eyes are screwed shut, but he can’t help but prod and tease to see the different facial expressions you show him. before long, he’s pounding into you. the sound of squelches mixed with your moans only goads him further and further until you’re clenching down mercilessly on his fingers.

“aww, does that feel good, baby?” he coos. “wanna feel even better?” post-release clarity should hit you right about now, but you’re only more eager when he removes his clothes. his lengthy cock, angry and reddened, springs up and slaps his stomach. you whimper at the sight and he smirks at how needy you are.

he hovers over you and slowly, agonizingly slowly, he begins to rub his stiffened length up and down your slit. 

“gyu, you need a condom —” you begin to protest.

“why? i’m clean. and i don’t fuck just anyone raw,” he argues as the head of his cock comes dangerously close to hooking on your entrance. you’ve never been able to say no to him for any meaningful amount of time, so relenting isn’t out of the ordinary for you. but more than that, his words, though unromantic, spark a bit of hope in your heart. you’re special, you think. 

“do you trust me?” he asks. 

no. not at all.

“of course.” and he pushes in. his arrogance falters as you take him in, inch by throbbing inch. it’s a tight fit, and the way you clench around the tip of his cock only drives him further and further into madness. how can you feel so good? how can this feel so perfect? 

your poor pussy is equal parts trying to suck him in and trying to resist so the intrusion is forced out. to him, it feels like heaven. 

“t-tight!” he hisses. “relax, baby, or you’re gonna break me.” for some reason, his words comfort you, allowing him smooth entry until he’s completely sheathed in you. you both moan when he completely bottoms out, balls hitting your ass in the most lewd way. his precum mixed with the result of your release seep into the bedsheets. he stays there for just a moment, pushing your hair out of your face, and his next words are uncommonly tender.

“you look so pretty like this,” he muses, and you don’t even have time to blush before he’s unsteadily pulling out, pussy pulling him back in like it never wants him to leave, then thrusting back in again. 

“oh m-my god,” he says as he begins to ram into you. “so good, baby. you’re taking me so well.” 

“b-big!” is all you can manage to say as he continues to fuck you open.

“oh baby, are you going dumb on my cock? can’t even manage to get the words out, can you? it’s okay, don’t think. i’ll take care. of. you,” he says, punctuating each word with his mean thrusts. 

you’re crying now, the pleasure too great to stifle your tears. beomgyu thinks you look absolutely lovely like this, lovelier than anyone he’s ever seen, especially when he looks at where you two are joined and watches himself enter and exit your puffy pussy. each gasp, each breathy whine you emit makes him feel crazier and crazier. he aches so much, he has no choice but to continue pounding into you until he's relieved. so he does. he’s gripping the plush of your thighs like he might die if he doesn’t have something to hold onto. 

he leans over to give you a nasty kiss, all tongue and teeth. when he parts from you, a lewd string of saliva falls from your mouths and he can’t control the chuckle that escapes him when he sees your pupils are blown out as you flounder for his lips again. 

“look, baby. look at how good i’m fucking you.” you look down and see how his cock protrudes from your tummy as he rams in and out of you. “nobody else has fucked you right, but don’t worry, i’ll make sure to fix that.” your pussy involuntarily clenches at his filthy words and it’s enough to make you come.

“c-coming!” you manage to choke out as you spasm around him, back arching deliciously. he follows soon after, thrusts becoming uneven before you feel his cum shooting inside of you.

-

fucking beomgyu comes naturally, and often. he can’t seem to keep his hands off of you. hooking up becomes almost a daily affair, but you’re so hungry for him you can’t bring yourself to protest. you fuck in his car, on his couch, over the fucking kitchen counter, even. all plans to go out with anyone else are immediately dashed in favor of being with him, instead. you feel yourself falling deeper and deeper in love with him, and even if you know, know, know it’s fruitless, you can’t help but relent when he looks at you like a man starved. 

“this can’t be good for you,” kai tells you one evening in the comfort of your apartment. it’s a rare occurrence to have a free night from beomgyu’s clutches. kai hasn’t seen you in weeks because you’ve been too “busy” with beomgyu. 

“well, i know,” you sigh, too tired to argue with him. 

“if you know, then why do you do it?” he asks tentatively. you can’t help but give him a look. 

“you know why,” you say. 

“he's just messing with your head. you know this can't end well.” you flinch at the word “end”. you know it, he knows it, beomgyu surely fucking knows it, but you can’t help but give in every time. “what are you gonna do when he inevitably fucks you over? and he will, just like always.”

“i… i’ll deal with it when the time comes,” you protest. he sees your defeated expression and lightly tilts your head so it’s resting on his shoulder. your retribution for your actions was always well on its way, but you didn’t know it would come so soon. 

you hear a key turning in the door. there’s only one person in the world you’ve given a spare to, so you aren’t surprised in the slightest when beomgyu walks in with that signature smirk on his face. he scowls a bit when he’s greeted with the scene of you and kai sitting so intimately.

“am i interrupting something?” he scoffs as you raise your head from kai’s shoulder.

“no,” kai replies before you can even fix your lips to respond. to your mild surprise, he doesn't push any further.

“whatever,” he shrugs, plopping down next to the two of you and pulling out his phone.

“wanna see this girl whose number i got today?” he asks casually, swiping through his phone eagerly. so that's why he didn't wanna meet up. your heart feels like a hole’s been blown straight through it. you and kai share a deep look, which beomgyu completely misses as he pulls up a picture of a beautiful looking girl. 

“this is her,” he says with a triumphant smirk. you don’t — can’t — respond. you just have a blank look on your face.

“what?” he asks petulantly. “she’s really pretty, look!” he insists, pulling up another picture. “she’s one of the hottest girls i’ve seen in a minute.”

any last shred of hope or dignity you have is strangled in its crib at his careless words. your eyes are hot and your stomach hurts so much you feel like you’re going to vomit. kai notices your discomfort and decides to put a stop to this once and for all.

“alright, that’s enough,” kai snaps. “nobody wants to see that shit.”

“what’s your fucking problem?” beomgyu retorts.

“my problem is that you’re a fucking moron. grow up.” beomgyu’s not one to get physical, at least not in a violent sense, but he’s on the precipice of breaking that streak at kai’s harsh words.

“stop, hyuka. it’s okay,” you say softly. beomgyu is so furious, he almost forgot you’re here, but he's genuinely confused by kai’s words.

“what's okay? what is it that you're not telling me?” beomgyu asks. 

“it's not okay, actually. he’s fucking you but he comes around and pulls this shit right in front of you?! she won’t say it, but i will.” 

“kai, don’t —” 

“she doesn’t care! no strings attached, that’s always been the deal.”

“you may be stupid as fuck, but surely you’re not that stupid,” kai sneers. “so if you say you don’t already know, you’re just a fucking liar.” beomgyu pauses at this. is he saying what he thinks he’s saying? surely you didn’t catch feelings, right? but one look at your face, and he knows kai is telling the truth. 

but why? and when?

“since when did you…”

“since always,” you say quietly. 

“oh, fuck. look, i —”

“it’s okay. i already know,” you cut in. and you do already know, but you can’t bear to hear him say it. beomgyu, in all his glory, processes this and instead of regret, all he feels is anger.

“i’m the piece of shit guy you can’t get over? are you fucking serious?”

“hyuka, you should go,” you say instead of letting him watch the melodrama unfolding before him. kai looks uncertainly between the both of you before relenting. 

“call me later, okay?” he says, wiping tears from your eyes that you didn’t realize had fallen.

“okay,” you reply with a sad smile. he sends beomgyu one last scathing look before gathering his shit and slamming the door behind him. 

“you tricked me!” beomgyu exclaims as soon as the door shuts. “i would’ve never fucked you if i knew you’d be like this.” just like everyone else. he doesn’t need to voice the last part, but you already know he wants to say it, which just hurts you even more.

“did you really not know, or were you just pretending not to know ‘cause it’d be inconvenient for you?” that shuts him up. kai was right, he’d be stupid not to know. maybe not at first, but surely along the way. surely when you’d look at him so longingly after sleeping with him, or the way you’d look so sad when he didn't stay after sex.

“listen, i’m so sorry that you’re scared, or angry, or whatever it is you’re feeling. i really am. but are you so selfish that you really think nobody else is afraid to have their heart broken? and do you think that means you’re allowed to hurt everyone else instead?” you ask quietly. every new word pierces his heart like nothing he's ever felt before. he wants to say something, but for the life of him, he can’t think of anything quite fitting. 

“i think you should leave,” you say after what feels like an eternity of silence. he looks at you with watery eyes and you almost feel guilty, but you’re through with feeling things for him that he’d never have the courtesy to feel for you. “go,” you repeat defeatedly, striding to the door and holding it open for him and he feels more and more like a rat you want to chase out of your home.

he looks like he wants to say something, but one look at you tells him you’re done listening. with heavy feet and an even heavier heart, he heads through the doorway, pausing only before he’s about to cross the threshold. he has a sinking feeling in his gut that tells him this is probably the last time he’ll be here. 

“are we still friends after this?” he asks lowly, eyes wide and more desperate than you’ve ever seen them. 

“no,” you say simply, and shut the door.

notes: not a ton of smut in this part, but i think the next part will have more i fear.

taglist: @my313 @superbbananananana @lonelybutterflytae @cherrycolaberry @everythingvirgoes @beomnoullitheorem @sunny4cast

[greater-than-the-sword]

Wrote 313 words on my wip nature is healing

[stabbyfoxandrew]

hiii, how're you doing today? i hope all's good <33

just read the mafia front part on the wipw post and my sole thought was "kevin 😭😭😭" but yeah jean is a very correct voice of reason. i love him. i love themmmm

could i request dealer's choice between mafia front and arson neil for wipw? whichever is nicer to you :D thank youuuu <33

WIP Wednesday (6/11) | Arsonist Neil / Firefighter Andrew AU (Part 313)

On autopilot Neil tries to open the washing machine to collect his wet clothes, but the door is sealed shut. After scanning the buttons across the top he finds none marked 'stop' and slams a shaky fist against the machine. Cotton is in his lungs, threatening to spill out of his mouth. He coughs to try and dislodge it, but fails.

"Fuck," he gasps out, grabbing for his throat. Panic weighs down on him and Neil has to lean against the machine in front of him to stay vertical. He doesn't want to leave. Doesn't want to lose Andrew. But it's not safe, for either of them.

Wait, no. No.

His father is dead. He can hurt neither of them now. There is no reason to run. No one is hunting him anymore. He can stay. He can stay with Andrew. Andrew, who knows everything.

If Andrew knows everything and still wants him... That's not a bad thing. Or is it? Neil isn't sure. On one hand it means that Andrew is unbothered by the gruesome, terrible truth. That he doesn't mind what Neil is or where he came from. But on the other hand, it means Andrew lied. 

It means he lied and looked him him and Neil can't trust him anymore. A chill slithers down his spine and he feels almost sick. Andrew wouldn't lie. He wouldn't. He's not like Neil. He always tells the truth. His bluntness is one of the things Neil admires about him. Then why... does he want to take Neil to dinner tonight? What's going on?

That annoying chime sounds again and Neil glances down at his empty hands. His phone is far below, on the tile by his feet. When had he dropped it? He stares at it for a moment, then it starts to ring with an incoming call. The tune he'd picked out for Andrew, his only contact in this phone, is like a balm to his nerves. It soothes him almost instantly. This sound means Andrew. This sound means he's alright. He bends to pick his phone up and sees the clunky case he'd bought it has done its job and protected the screen.

"What's wrong?" Andrew asks as soon as he picks up. His voice is quietened, which makes Neil suspicious until he remembers Andrew is at work and surrounded by other firefighters. Neil forces himself to clear his throat, to sound normal.

"What do you mean?"

"You never take so long to answer, unless I say something that freaks you out. But we have eaten together a dozen times now, so offering to take you out can't be it. What happened?" Andrew asks, reading Neil like a fucking novel. Neil swallows.

"No. Nothing. I'm fine. I was just putting my clothes in the washer." He doesn't know why he lies. He doesn't know why he yanks at the door handle again. It's still locked up.

[pancakes-knits]

WIP Wednesday update on my holiday knitting, I've now worked the repeat chart 3 times and you can finally see the (mistake free part of the) cables nicely

the colours are throwing me off a little but I'm mainly just doing this to practice cable knitting so it'll be fine, besides who doesn't like a colourful lil scarf

I do think that my stitches are a little too tight on the icord edging but I don't really know how to fix that

the yarn is Landlust die Sockenwolle by Lana Grossa in the colour 313, Streifen/Jacquard

the pattern is a simplified (by me) version of oceanborn by yarnflakes, the designer mentioned in the pattern is Audrey Borrego

[houndsofcorduff]

Reach for the Stars Week 2 Recap

For the Reach for the Stars event hosted by @the-wip-project

Daily Goal: 200 words | Weekly Goal: 1400 words

Monday, May 12 - 235 words

Tuesday, May 13 - 223 words

Wednesday, May 14 - 313 words

Thursday, May 15 - 447 words

Friday, May 16 - 904 words

Saturday, May 17 - 275 words

Sunday, May 18 - 542 words

Weekly Total: 2,939 words

Also, you can read my Flash Fiction Friday piece here!

A personal favorite scene from this week:

“We need to find out what he knows,” Jax insisted. “These people aren’t supposed to be here. They have Te’s banners, so he’s been here, and he isn’t supposed to have been. We need to figure out what he’s using these people and this planet for.” “These people aren’t going to understand our questions even if we could communicate with them,” Ana cut in, finishing her strawberries had clearly soured her mood. “The longer we stay here, the more danger we put ourselves in. What happens when Te or his guardians come stomping through this town and we have to fight them? How many innocent bystanders are going to get caught in the crossfire? How will you feel when this poor kid gets hit by an errant energy blast that does way more damage than just a light sprain?” “Ana, I am not having this conversation again,” Jax set his jaw.   Ana glared back at him, setting her own jaw just as firmly. “It was a perspective you may not have considered in your haste to make some big discovery. Listening to the perspective of others is something all good leaders do,” she leaned forward into the table, challenging him. “Wouldn’t you agree?” “Ana, if you want off this planet so badly, I will gladly send you home right now.” Jax accepted her challenge, also leaning into the table towards her. “Is that what you want? To get sent home for a lecture on not obeying your commanding officer? I am more than happy to provide that for you.”

This is what happens when you put childhood friends who grew up as equals on a team and say "follow that guy you've been teasing and having sleepovers with every weekend for a good portion of your life, but then he disappeared for ten years and now he's back while you were loyal and stayed home and did everything you were supposed to do but because he's older he gets to make the decisions instead of you"

[mollywog]

Any WIPs you wanna ramble about Molly?

Idk if this will turn into anything, but @thesunpersists and I were riffing on this fake marriage AU

We were discussing a couple scenarios when Eli dropped a bit of lore with:

Which feels like a challenge…

I’m hoping she’ll tease the Grandma marriage AU 👀👀👀

[howlingmoonrise]

AO3 Wrapped 2024 (Writer's Edition)

"tagged" by @sunriseverse! more under the cut for length, you know the drill

1. How many words have you written this year?

38,937 posted, and 59,646 written overall - some of those i'll never finish, one is waiting to be published in a zine, and a couple of others i'm still working on!

2. How many works did you publish this year?

4 so far! assuming 5 once yuletide rolls around. that's way more than i expected considering my last 3-4 years of writer's block!

3. What work are you most proud of (regardless of kudos/hits)?

for this year probably the clonefucking threesome fic for spirealm/kaleidoscope of death 😂😂 it was also the fic that got me writing again!

4. What work of yours has the most hits? 

i like it when that lightning comes (the aforementioned clonefucking jealousy threesome fic) is the winner amongst this year's fics at 1 313 hits!

5. What work of yours got more feedback than you expected?

look, let's be real, we're not exactly swimming in comments here. that being said, i was pleasantly surprised at the quality of the comments i got for i'll paint you mornings of gold (labyrinth, sarah/jareth), which i wrote for battleship exchange 2024!

6. Favorite title you used? 

i'll paint you mornings of gold once again because david bowie's as the world falls down is THEE love song of all time and haunts me forever, don't try to argue with me on this.

7. If you use song lyrics, which artist’s songs did you pull from the most? 

i used song titles for three of the four fics i posted, but none of them were repeats. we got david bowie (song: as the world falls down), the cure (song: hot! hot! hot!), and the kinks (song: lola)

8. Pairing you wrote the most for this year? 

nanqiu from the spirealm/kaleidoscope of death! blowing sunny a kiss for getting me writing again after a metric fuckton of squeeing over this ship in the dms

9. Favorite pairing you wrote for this year? 

also nanqiu! though i was also very happy at completing my goal of writing at least one jareth/sarah labyrinth fic in my lifetime!

10. What work was the quickest to write? 

oh gods. *war flashbacks to battleship exchange*

i wrote the entirety of it’s a mixed up, muddled up, shook up world (6.5k+, nanqiu, spirealm/kod, crossdressing exhibitionism rimming fic) in like...... 8 hours in a row i think? iirc i stayed up until like 6-7am feverishly writing the entirety of it because i KNEW i could blow the squares we needed to finish board 1 if i finished this thing in time. and i was right!! but my fingers weren't even typing straight anymore by the end of it though, the next day they were actually sore 💀

11. What work took you the longest to write? 

i'm STILL writing it bestie. it's a short-term amnesia thing also for nanqiu which sits at 15k+ so far, and which i've been writing since... june? july? but in terms of posted fics, then from here one's hand could pluck the stars (mysterious lotus casebook, difang sex pollen fic) which probably wouldn't have survived the end of battleship if it weren't for @a-memory-a-distant-echo pushing me through it

12. How many WIP’s do you have in your docs for next year? 

😬😬😬...let's be real, i have no clue which ones will survive until then. there's the ones i listed on question 15, and i always have an endless amount of prompts/plot bunnies to work with, but i very much only work on a "when the muse strikes" basis unless it's a fic exchange.

13. What’s your longest work of the year? 

from among my posted works, then from here one's hand could pluck the stars sitting at 11 479 words

14. What’s your shortest work of the year? 

until i post my yuletide fic, it's it’s a mixed up, muddled up, shook up world at 6584 words

15. What WIP are you taking into next year with you?

*side-eyes dozens of years-old fics in my folder* ...anyway.

hoping to bring in at least my corpse bride ot3 fic, the nanqiu short-term amnesia fic, and the frozen elsa&elsa long timeloop circular narrative thingie i was working on. i'm NOT looking even remotely in the direction of my 50k+ barbie/dracula pride and prejudice au fic. i do not see it, i don't know.

16. What’s your most common “Additional Tags” tag? 

...................explicit sexual content, apparently. which is WILD because i hadn't written actual smut in years, even before my writer's block hiatus.

17. Your favorite character to write this year? 

lin-gege ✊😔 who is lin-gege, you ask? *puts tinfoil hat on* so you know how there's the original timeline in kaleidoscope of death and in that timeline there's the rnz-equivalent obsidian leader lin qiushi--

i fear he kinda grew into his own character in the sunnyhowl dms despite barely being mentioned in the novel rip

18. The character that gave you the most trouble writing this year?

DI FUCKING FEISHENG!!!!!!!!!! i had to go into people's dms and ask for essays on how they viewed the character and shit because i was NOT being able to get into his fucking mindset. that fic was SUCH a mcfucking pain to write i swear. once again a million thank yous to @a-memory-a-distant-echo!!!!!

19. What’s one pairing you want to explore next year?

i want!!!!!!! to write!!!!!!!! my crackships!!!!!!!!!!! -> has been saying this for like a decade and written actually very few, alas

20. Which work of yours have you reread the most?

you guys are rereading your works????? couldn't be me. at most i'll give it a reread when i can't remember the fic in like 5-10 years or so and a comment points to a specific part i've forgotten

21. How many kudos in total did you get this year? 

433 on words posted this year, idk how to check kudos amount per year on previously posted fics

22. Which work has the most comments?

i like it when that lightning comes with 16 comments for works posted this year

23. Did you do any collaborative works this year?

i don't usually do collaborative works so no

24. Did you write any gifts this year? 

i only wrote gifts this year 😂 ...wait, no, that's a lie, there is the fic i did for a zine that remains hidden from the general interwebz

25. Did you receive any gifts this year? 

ye! got three entire nanqiu fics from sunny (blowing you a kissie) and.... two and a half? gift art pieces for battleship exchange

26. What’s your most common category? 

m/m because nanqiu got me in a deathgrip

27. What do you listen to while writing? 

a speech-blocker white noise generator to block out the living room tv :') alternatively, if it's a fic where the setting is very important to get the readers in the world (like riddick and similar 'verses) i'll listen to the corresponding ost if applicable to get a feeling for it

28. Favorite work you wrote this year?

the clonefucking threes-- *gets shot* i mean, i like it when that lightning comes (nanqiu, spirealm/kod)

29. Favorite line/passage you wrote this year? 

you're asking me to go look back on my writing? hell the fuck no, sorry. once it's posted i'm not laying my eyes on it anytime soon 😂

30. Biggest surprise while writing this year? 

that i wrote at all 😂😂😂

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no-pressure tagging! @a-memory-a-distant-echo @junemermaid @momosandlemonsoda @acernor @nemainofthewater and whoever else feels like doing this! ("but howl, i only wrote one fic this year!" some of you might say, to which i say "neener neener, i KNOW you have unposted fics, write about those as well!!!")

[heroofshield]

RFTS May 18-20

@the-wip-project

May 18

Word Count: 35/300

Life was Life-ing so I only managed to get two sentences written.

May 19

Word Count: 605/565

Had to do Math because I edited a previous section (moved some stuff & wrote new sentences) but forgot to post because Life was still Life-ing.

May 20

Word Count: 313/300

Had to do more Math because I changed a thing a few paragraphs earlier and then spent awhile doing more YouTube research for inspiration on how to write roller derby action.

[my313]

wips ｡𖦹˚.🪼₊ ๋࣭ ⭑

(w) writing, (p) plotting, (i) idea

full works (1k+)

⋆ (w - 30%) wedding gift : smut, husband!gyu, wife!reader, post-wedding night, filming/photographing sex, more tba (?)

beomgyu makes sure to get the best use of his friend’s wedding gift to him — a second-hand digital camera — on your first night as husband and wife.

⋆ (w - 15%) things i wish you said : angst, ex-bf!soobin, unhappy relationship

you loved choi soobin and all that he had to offer. now, your dreams are haunted by everything he could never give.

⋆ (w - 2%) my love story with choi soobin at lvl553! : fluff, fake dating au, streamer!soobin, f!reader, reader has a cheating ex, strangers to lovers

to spite your cheating ex-boyfriend, you make it a point to bump into him at a games convention in your best dress. what you didn't plan to do was spite him with the fact that you're suddenly dating his favourite league streamer. small world, huh?

⋆ (w - 5%) it's a match! : smut, fluff, interns!gyu & f!reader, frenemies to lovers, one-sided hate(?), office romance, dom!gyu, sub!reader

your boss yeonjun has it out for you, because he combines the two things you hate the most into a nightmare of a project: dating apps, and your beloved, self-proclaimed office rival, choi beomgyu.

⋆ (p - 5%) pages of us : smut, strangers to lovers, pop rock band lead guitarist!beomgyu, manhwaga f!reader, dubcon-ish, mean dom!gyu, perv sub!reader

in dire need of inspiration for your new adult manhwa, the universe puts in your hands a shaggy-haired, guitar-playing, pretty boy named choi beomgyu. soon, he becomes the main lead of all your sick fantasies, dirty details and panels drawn into your precious sketchbook. you would have never thought your secret muse would have his hands on it, though. oops?

⋆ (i) enchanted : romance, fluff, hurt/comfort, soulmate au, magic realism, past life au, historical au, set in ? times and the mid 2000s, wizard!beomgyu x princess!reader, coworker!beomgyu, friends to lovers, strangers to lovers

from a smart-mouthed wizard pining for your hand in marriage to a silly, sentimental musician burning cds in hopes of melting through your resolve; in every lifetime, you and choi beomgyu are destined to fall in love.

drabbles, hcs, etc. (<1k)

⋆ txt as love songs from my playlist : fluff

⋆ txt as guys on your roster : suggestive, crack, hurt/comfort

⋆ txt as domestic couple things : fluff, inspo from nothing by bruno major

⋆ txt as manhwa tropes : fluff, crack

⋆ makeup off (taehyun) : fluff

[polizwrites]

PoliZ's WIP Update - 27 Jan 2025

Things are getting stressful at work, so very few spoons for any writing, plus the Muse has gone wandering.   I touched 2 fics (1 new and 1 WIPs) for a total of 609  words. Sigh. 

On Ao3, I posted: 

 Having the Last Word - Tony & Obadiah (kinda) confrontation.

On Tumblr I posted: 

 Close Encounters of the Blue-Eyed Kind -  College AU Stony meet-cute/meet-ugly 

I’m juggling 12-ish  active/semi-active WIPs with my current  deadlines being  the Bucky Barnes and Tony Stark bingos.  

See  below cut for what I’m working on/planning to work on - arranged more or less by bingos/challenges/etc.  As always, feel free to send me   prompts or plot bunnies as well as asks regarding  any of these projects  or any other WIPs I’ve got out there.   Interaction really helps feed the Muse and keep me motivated!

WinterIron Gets It Done Bingo [WIGID] 

This new WinterIron Discord server event runs on a monthly basis as a flash bingo with a content creation card and an engagement card - got a Blackout for October & November but missed out on December.   Thankfully, January is an Amnesty/Catching Up month, so I finished my last December creation fill and am working on the engagement fills.  Will be making a masterpost here shortly.  

Marvelous Yahtzee [MY_24] (Ends 31 Dec)

Another writing challenge that I kind of forgot I signed up for!  This one is a bit complicated - check out the Tumblr blog for more info.  Ended up with seven fills posted of the 12 combos on the card – stay tuned for my masterpost.  I do have ideas for a couple more and may end up writing them at some point.  

* Full House: Family, Adventure, Road Trip, Mix-Up, Surprise – Tony, Pepper and Harley, Peter and Morgan  rent what turns out to be a duplex vacation home -  Steve, Bucky and Sam have the other half. 

* Large Straight: One Night Stand, Condoms, Kink Discovery, Middle of Night, Sub space – Bucky and Tony hookup - Tony tells Bucky not to bother with condoms,  he insists and Tony gets all subby;  Bucky discovers he likes domming,  and Tony goes into subspace.  

Bucky Barnes Bingo - Round Six [BBB - R6]  (Ends 31 Mar)

This amazing bingo event from the folks over at @buckybarnesbingo is still in progress.  I have twenty-four  fills  and six bingoes with one WIP at the moment, and a couple  more crossovers planned to hopefully get a blackout.  

* U3 - Yelena Belova  - Magica and I are circling back around to Peresmešnik, (aka Three Avengers and a Baby) - with the next chapter featuring Tony’s interactions with Mirriam, and a revelation about her parentage. I’ve written 313 of the 560 words in this chapter so far - it needs about 500 more words before we’ll be ready to post - maybe sometime  next  month?   

* Adoptable Nov - Canon: Animated Series - I picked this up intending to do something with the What If … Captain Carter were the First Avenger? episode from Season One,  but  Season 3’s  What If… The Red Guardian Stopped the Winter Soldier?  is the perfect fanfic fodder.  I plan on keeping my fic platonic between Alexie and the Soldier, but there will be some shenanigans -  I’ve got 366 words towards the fic after re-watching the episode, but am debating how far I want to take the story.  

Beginnings  Bingo  [BB_24]   (Ends 30 Apr 2025)

This new all-fandoms bingo event (courtesy of  @sweetspicybingo) celebrates beginnings  - signups run thru 20 Feb so join in the fun!  

* A2 - first impression - Combined this with the Flash Fiction Friday prompt [#FFF289 Blinding Gaze] for  Close Encounters of the Blue-Eyed Kind - a Stony College AU meet cute/meet ugly with Tony literally running into Steve. It came in as a double drabble (200 words) and will get posted to Ao3 before the event ends. .   

Tony Stark Bingo - Mark VIII [TSB_R8]  (Ends 31 May)

This amazing bingo event from the folks over at @tonystarkbingo is still open for pre-made card signups, I believe. I have  twenty-five squares filled,  and one WIP  at the moment.

* S1 - Bodyguard - filled this with A Dark and Stormy Knight - a vaguely medieval AU WinterIron AU double drabble which crossed over with the Flash Fiction Friday prompt [#FFF276 Dark and Stormy Night]. It came in at 200 words and will get posted on Ao3 at some point.  

* Oct Adoptable: Facial Hair Bros - Filled this with  New Kid in Town- a double drabble that crossed over with the Flash Fic Friday prompt  [#FFF287 I Can’t Stand It]. Tony is complaining to Pepper about that so-called wizard stealing his look - she thinks Tony doth protest too much.  It came in at 200 words and will get posted to Ao3 before this event ends. 

* A1 - Evil Exes -  back to poking at a couple of different ideas  - notes jotted down, but no actual story yet.  

* Jan Adoptable - Writing Format; First Person Narration  - Snatched this up during the TSB Discord server party  as it fits the fic I’ve been working on  better at this point.  Originally inspired by Ed Brubaker’s  Reckless graphic novel, this is a No Powers AU where Tony and  Bucky reunite after a tragic event tears them apart.  Running in the Shadows is drafted at 1014 words and after a bit of polishing, will post in Friday 

Post July Break Bingo 2024  [pJBB_24] (Ends 30 Jun 2025)

I requested two 2x3 cards for this  Discord-server only event from @julybreakbingo  – so if you want to join in the fun, let me know and I’ll try to get you an invite!  I have four  fics posted & 0 WIPs - need to figure out some more crossovers.

Fandom Free Bingo: Gingerbread Edition  [FFB]   (Ends Nov 30 2025)

The @fandom-free-bingo blog offers up themed cards on a monthly basis - I requested a 3x3 card (with 3 alternates) in December and have two fills already. 

* A3 - Road Trip - Used this prompt towards Chapter Five of  Half of the Flesh and Blood That Makes Me Whole - where Bucky returns from a self-assigned mission and gets to know Tony a little better.   It came in at 1560 words.    

Year of the OTP [YOTP_25]   (Ends Dec 31 2025)

Decided to jump in on this challenge where you create (at least) twelve works for a specific pairing by using the monthly prompts provided. 

* January - Sharing Clothes -  filling this with a new chapter of  Carrying Things Forward  - a followup to my omegaverse fic A Little Bit Carried Away where  Alpha!Bucky has moved in with omega!Tony and they’re figuring out their relationship.   It came in at 1342 words.  Chapter Three is in progress at 561 words.  

* January - Stockholm Syndrome -  used this prompt in combination with last week’s Flash Fiction Friday prompt  [#FFF288 Loud Lie, Quiet Truth]  for Redirected Aim .  The Soldier’s mission had been to retrieve the serum Howard Stark had reformulated, leaving no witnesses.  He chose a different target.  It’s a WinterIron fic that came in at 687 words and will get posted to Ao3 before the event ends. 

Warm and Fluffy   Bingo  [WFB]   (no end date)

Nine fills on my card, courtesy of   @warmandfluffybingocards  - need to try for another crossover or two!

* B2 - Sharing Clothes - see YOTP Sharing Clothes above.  

* G1 - Kiss on the Forehead - Filled this with A Damper on Dinner - a domestic Stony ficlet where a power outage threatens their romantic dinner.  It came in at 151 words and will get posted to Ao3 at some point.   

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On  other creative fronts:  I’m working on a Sheriff Rogers figure for my Marvel Trumps Hate 2024 auction fills -  Steven Grant is next up! 

If  you’re looking for one of a kind gifts for birthdays or other celebrations, check  out Stuffed With Character    over on Facebook for a full list of my designs (now over 150!).   These soft stuffed figures are  mostly Marvel and monsters, but I have some Star Wars, Star Trek, DC   and Disney figures as well. Plus I love to take custom design   requests  for any fandom!  I’m currently booked through the next couple of months, but should have commissions opening up this spring.  

[hihimissamericanbi]

Wip snippet

Hello world! Long time no chat. I haven’t been writing much but I am trying an experiment with dear @basiatlu where I attempt to write a custom smut for her OCs. If this goes well, I may be able to actually take on smut commissions!! How… stirring

Anyway, long lost lover @thisliminalspacedaydreams tagged me in a WIP post so please enjoy some silly banter between Bosh’s delightful original characters: Zeke the mischievous ghost and Andy the surly art kid, forced to share a tiny apartment in the rather paranormal lakeside town of Springcliff, USA.

Excerpt from Paint Me Like One of Your Ghost Boys

An original smut by MissAmericanBi 💋

“Your little walk in the woods didn’t go well, I take it?” Zeke asks through a yawn, stretching like a cat in the last bit of sunbeam from the dusty skylight of apartment 313.

“Fuck you, ghost freak,” Andy the Almost Artist mutters as he stalks the two feet from the entryway to the kitchen, grabs a PBR from the fridge, and stalks the remaining two feet to the couch to sit unceremoniously on top of Zeke’s long legs.

“Hey, watch it!” Zeke manages to avoid having his legs bent back painfully by blinking into transparency and letting Andy slide right through his body. He shifts over and re-solidifes next to him. “You know I hate it when you do that. You always feel so… wet.”

Andy scowls and cracks his beer. “So stop laying all over my furniture. Can’t you go haunt someone else for once?”

“Aw, come on now Andy, you don’t really mean that,” Zeke needles, his long tongue flicking playfully in Andy's direction. If he were to wiggle a little closer, he may even be able to lick Andy’s stubbled cheek, taste the fresh air on his skin.

Zeke leans over and licks his ear instead.

“Eurgh, what is wrong with you?!” Andy splutters, cringing away violently and rubbing his ear against his shoulder like a disgruntled parakeet. “Ugh, and you made me spill my beer.”

Zeke tuts and turns somber. “Those things will kill you, you know—”

“Not this again—” Andy mutters under his breath.

“—would hate for you to end up like me… deceased. Dead. Left to haunt Springcliff all by my lonesome—”

“You literally just had one of your little cryptid friends over last night.”

“—wasting away in solitude, not knowing the pleasures of life—”

“You smoked all my weed and ate my leftovers.”

“—never again to feel the sweet caress of vitality beneath my skin, flowing through my veins—”

“He threw up plasma all over the bathroom.”

“—doomed forever—”

“I had to clean it up while you sang “Take On Me” over and over until 2am.”

“—alone, unloved—”

“And don’t think I don’t know you both fucked in my bed before I got home.”

At this, Zeke pauses mid-monologue, lets his mouth curl with a devious little grin. “Oh, darling,” he purrs in a voice he knows Andy knows means nothing holy is about to come out of his mouth. “If you wanted us to wait for you you should have said.”

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Stay tuned for more! We are exploring first times, vulnerability, ghost possession sex, and of course the requisite character growth through dirty talk. Plus a touch of voyeurism and lots of art metaphors.

Tagging some friends in case you have any projects you want to share!!

@impishtubist @lizlemonbennet @theresthesnitch @r33sespieces @honeybcj @xmiuux @theheartofthestar

[eilinelsghost]

please tell us about 312/313 | 23 FINALLY...

For this WIP game. Still happily taking these if anyone has any they'd like to ask about!

Answering this one for @theghostinthemargins and @that-angry-noldo both! Hm, it's almost like you two have reasoned out what this installment must be and are trying to get me to spoil it for you...

Instead, 😈 have a snippet of our guys arguing:

“Enough!” Balan pushed him away in exasperation. “Thine own kinsman took to wife a Spirit of power, yet thou canst speak to me of chasms and kinds? Does not the hypocrisy choke thee?” “There is a difference in—“ “What difference? Tis but the gulf seen from another vantage, with ye now upon the nether edge. To the frailer creature the crossing ever appears justified. So turn back, Nóm, and look upon me with that same vision.” His expression darkened as his mind ran ahead in the reasoning. “Or is it so simple as thus: that when the twain are both created undying, the cost of sundered fates is more palatable to thee?” “Cold are thy words, Balan.” “And cold is thy love.”

Thanks so much for the ask!

[stabbyfoxandrew]

more mafia au pleaseeeee

WIP Wednesday (4/23) | Mafia Front Restaurant AU (Part 313)

"I'm an assassin here to kill you all in cold blood," Andrew calls out as he slides into his seat. There’s a bit of a ruckus back in the kitchen before Neil appears with an amused look on his face.

"You're really not supposed to announce that sort of thing."

"Ah, a tip from a pro." Andrew leans back in his seat a bit. "Nice to see you aren't dead after all."

"Yeah. Sorry about that. I was busy last night." Neil says, vague as a hit man for the mob should be. Andrew wonders what sort of shady shit Neil gets up to while the rest of the city is asleep. He's about to ask when he notices something strange. A bruise peeking out from Neil's suit collar.

A bruise would not be out of place on a man like Neil, but the placement of it is... odd. It takes all of a second for Andrew to understand what he's looking at. A hickey. It almost startles him. He'd thought Neil was single all this time. Pieces click together and Andrew realizes that while he was waiting for Neil to answer him last night, Neil must have been fucking someone else. Jealousy rages in his chest, but Andrew shoves it down. Ignores it as much as he can.

Because as nice as it would be, Neil is not his. Even if Andrew would like him to be. Even if he's imagined it almost every day since they met. Even if he'd been planning to actually ask Neil out, to go to a real restaurant that isn't work to him. Andrew glances down at the outfit he'd put on. What a waste.

"I've told you about my neighbor before. The one who watches my cats." Andrew begins abruptly, instead of asking who gave him that mark.

"Uh, yeah."

"She called me yesterday to say one of them ripped the curtains down in my bedroom. She thinks he's acting out because he misses me."

"Maybe he does." Neil says with a shrug and Andrew would like to yank his collar up to cover the hickey. He doesn't.

"He's a cat, Neil."

"I've never had a pet before, don't they have feelings?"

The only pet Andrew had before this pair of terrors was a tall, beautiful idiot with a broken hand. He doesn't say so, doesn't say anything. Just hums and shrugs and pries his eyes off Neil's neck and taps his foot against the ground, trying to think of something to say. But his words have all taken a leave of absence. He should not have come today, he thinks.

[juicezone]

fic archive

mostly for me o7

NON-OC -

RORY -"Snowstorm Sleepies." +CG Vesper, 1,165 words -Rory is spending some time with his good friend when a snowstorm blows in early. They take this chance to get some cozy time in :) -"Regressuary Day 4" + CG Vesper, 359 -When Vesper visits between adventures, Rory offhandedly mentions that he's started to use some pull-ups sometimes. Vesper's not entirely sure about how to go about it, admitting to not having very much experience. The two of them arrange some practice. -"Regressuary Day 1" + Vesper, 852 words -Vesper returns from an adventure late at night and crashes on Rory's couch. Rory wakes up early to do chores, and after seeing how worn out and tired the other is, suggests that Vesper try being taken care of for the day. -"Regressuary Day 4" + CG Vesper, 359 words -When Vesper visits between adventures, Rory offhandedly mentions that he's started to use some pull-ups sometimes. Vesper's not entirely sure about how to go about it, admitting to not having very much experience. The two of them arrange some practice

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COOPER -"Don't you have someone else to bother?" - +Ward, 313 words -In which Cooper gets pestered by a bored Ward. -"Can do it myself Vs. Wanting someone else to." - + CG Bones, 1383 words -In which Cooper has a day off, says he can take care of himself, and Bones says he doesn't have to. -"The Art of Throwing a Tantrum" - +Ward (eventual CG Bones, Possible Cade) 909 words, WIP -In which Ward decides that Cooper isn't difficult enough, and needs to learn how to throw a hissy fit. Cooper thinks that sounds ridiculous - what's the point of being a hassle? But Ward points out that Cooper never really stands up for what he really wants, and Cooper can't quite shake the idea. -[P1] [P2] [P3] -"A nightlight." - 334 words -Cooper had wanted a nightlight as a kid. Had indulged himself in it at the academy, even. Now that they're Ward's roomie, they get gifted something even better. -"Bedtime's serious Business." - +CG Bones, 451 words -Cooper likes a strict bedtime. When Bones forgets, Cooper decides it's time they set a real schedule. -"Privacy end with a Chewtoy" - +Ward, 380 words -Ward and Cooper have just begun rooming together on the Enterprise. Ward finds something that doesn't quite add up, Cooper denies, and that's how it all starts. -"...But I am." + CG Bones, 665 words (1,153 total) -Cooper overhears Bones mention how sometimes he's glad Ward doesn't regress so little. Cooper immediately feels a pang - HE regresses little. He tries to pull away, but it all falls apart when he gets sick. -First part is Ward's part: "I'm not a baby!" -"Mama McCoy" +CG Bones, 1,464 words -After a bit of rough travel scrapes him up, Cooper returns to duty. He feels a bit off, a bit lost. He eventually finds himself back at Sickbay, and McCoy clues in fast. Cooper surprises them both by seeking out the caregiver's attention, and even more so when Cooper finally calls him something other than "McCoy" "Bones" or "Len". -"Regressuary Day 2" +CG Bones -When an anomalous entity decides to "gift" the regressors of an away team with the chance to "truly re-experience the world", Cooper finds himself just barely under three feet tall, swamped in his uniform. He doesn't handle it well. -"It's Just A Day" + Bones, Ward, 1,130 words -Some days on the calendar have a certain... significance. Sometimes it's hard to know what to do on those days.

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WARD -"Can I stay?" + Cooper and brief CG Bones, 561 words -A transporter malfunction leaves Cooper and Ward physically regressed to around seven or so. Cooper's struggling, and Ward's worried. -"I'm not a baby!" - + CG Bones, 497 words (1,153 total) -At first, both Ward and Bones assume Ward regresses on the much younger side. Ward's starting to realize he doesn't, but he doesn't know how to communicate that. -Second part is Cooper's part: "...But I am." -"sick day, ick day." - +CG Bones, 3,545 words -ward isn’t at 100% when he wakes up, and he continues to feel worse throughout the day. it doesn’t help his mood when being sick isn’t the only thing making his brain fuzzy. luckily, his friends are there even when he’s cranky. -"Three Cases of Clingy." +CG Bones, 1,445 words -Ward's a people person - he likes to be around the people he likes. Especially when he's feeling little. Three mini stories of just hanging out when big, to being bored, to bedtime.

-"A Bit of Extra Protection." +CG Bones, 969 words -Ward feels a bit squirmy and anxious. He knows why, but he's nervous to bring it up, but Bones noticed and coaxes it out of him. Ward admits to maybe wanting to wear a bit of extra protection, and Bones reassures him. -"An Accident" +CG Bones, 1,212 words -Ward's feeling under the weather. He wakes up to find that he wet the bed. He tries to call for Bones, then tries to clean up himself, only to find he didn't grab what he needed. -"Not THAT clingy!" +CG Bones, 991 words -Three separate times in which Ward showed that he was in fact, very clingy. Also, that he’s not the most subtle about wanting to be close to his Len. -"Bad Day." +CG Bones, 349 words -Cooper lets Bones know what Ward had a terrible day. Bones just comes over to offer Ward some comfort and cuddles. -"Dinner Helper is a loosely defined job." - +CG Bones, minor Cooper, 417 words -Ward, Cooper, and Bones are spending a shore leave together. Ward REALLY wants to help make dinner. -"Regressuary Day 3" +CG Bones, 730 Words -"When yet another one of Len's pajama pants go missing after Ward comes over to watch a movie, he thinks he's got a pretty good clue o where his laundry's been going. All he has to do is set a little bit of bait." - -

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CADE

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CONCEPTS -Cooper + Ward physical regression bc transporter malfunction -Cooper struggles with expressing his wants and needs, pulls away, spirals -Fic title Prompts (Cooper+Ward, Rory) -Fic Title Prompts (Cooper+Ward) -Ward phys regressed -Fic title Prompts (Rory, Ward, Cade(?)) -Sentences

WIPS -Ward feeling fuzzy and frustrated (maybe change to cade instead?) -Ward phys regressed, gets bored tries to sneak away (+ maybe connected?) -WIP No title: Cooper Struggling w the transporter phys regression