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Broken Nails and Broken Promises

Eddie Munson x Reader

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Summary:

Where Eddie Munson comes banging down Jim Hoppers door, desperate to fix you relationship. One he truly and entirely destroyed in a single moment.

Warnings:

angst! (I tried), Slight mention of cheating! Very minor mentions of violence! Eddie pining over reader! Slight father son bond between Hop and Eddie! I think that’s it!

Word count: 1.7k

A/N: Y’all, it’s been a while! Now I know I’m late to the party however, Eddie Munson is one of my many fantasy husbands and I’ll be damned if you think I’m not going to change cannon just to bring him back. Hope y’all enjoy!

PART 2 HAS BEEN POSTED! “Shackled to you”

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Eddie Munson is a royal pain in Jim Hoppers ass. An annoying, persistent, smart ass prick. Shoplifting, DUI, petty theft, assault. You name it, Hopper has caught Eddie doing it. But to be fair, Hopper had always been soft on the boy. Usually slapping him in cuffs before circling around the block and releasing Eddie with a few choice words and threats of actual, serious consequences next time. Hopper was always met with Eddies wicked grin and a mock salute as the boy stalked into the night.

But, that little prick did help save the world, and yeah he did try to be a hero and sacrifice himself, winding him up in the hospital for three months. Which is why, when Eddie comes crashing through Hops door, at 6am, on a goddamn Sunday, Hopper was ready to strangle the curly haired devil and drop his body in the lake. But he was stopped with an exaggerated raise of Eddie's pointer finger in his face. Eddies other hand lay perched dramatically on his hip as the boy heaved, years of smoking and minimal cardio was enough to wind the poor stoner. Who moments earlier had barreled out of his van, not even bothering to turn the damn engine off. The machine wining angrily in the distance at the decision.

“Okay I fucked up. Big.” Eddie manages to wease out, his hands emphasising his words with an exaggerated flap.

“And I need your help. And! Before you say anything, please just.” He stopped, eyes wild, scanning the room, looking anywhere but at Jim. Breath coming out heavy through his notisriles, lip pulled tight between his teeth. Still pacing the worn floor his fingers fly through his thick hair, curling into a fist at the back of his scalp. The familiar burn as his rings tug the unruly strands proves enough to ground him. His eyes flick up to meet Hoppers, desperate and wild.

He pushed out an exasperated breath as he started again;

“Please just, let me explain.”

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16 hours earlier:

You has been so excited, giddy even. Staring down at your freshly manicured nails. The ends rounded into a perfect point, coated in a deep, shiny crimson. Eddies favourite colour. A striking black “E” applied so delicately to your ring nail.

You had saved for months; pocket money, coins foraged from the depths of sofas, completing odd tasks for neighbours and friends.

Griminising at the memory of deep cleaning Steve Harrintons car, a tasks that most definitely wasn’t worth the twenty bucks.

All in an effort to surprise Eddie. Your Eddie.

You two tended to have wild conversations in his trailer, legs tangled together in the sheets. Bodies entwined so perfectly it’s as though you were made just to fit with him. ‘Sculpted from the gods like clay, moulded in their image’, thats what Eddie always said. It was one night, minds fizzy with a smoke filled haze, thoughts coming and going, bouncing between each other with smiles and quiet laughter. When he grabbed your hands in his, fingers tracing so delicately over yours.

“You know what would make you, like, even more breathtaking that you already are?” The boy pondered, that wicked grin encompassing his features,

“Oh. And what would that be, pretty boy?” You queried back, the nickname causing heat to rush to Eddies cheeks. His deep eyes meeting yours as he slowly lifted your hand closer to his face. You knuckles grazing lightly over his lips as he spoke.

“I’ve always been, distracted.” He hesitated, his lip becoming trapped by his teeth; “By a girls nails, you know?”

He answered his own question before you could speak.

“The way the look.” His free hand snaking around your waist, pulling you closer, ever impossibly closer.

“The way they feel.” His breath hot in your ear sending a shock down your spine as you arched your back.

“wrapped around me, dragging down my back leaving your mark on me. Pushing into my neck.” He had to stop, eyes closing as he inhaled in your scent. Fingers curling into the soft flesh of your hip. Bodies so close, his everything encompassing yours. Twisting together into one.

“Just something that crosses my mind is all sweetheart.” He nuzzles into your neck, stumble tickling your soft skin. Mouth inching closer to your neck, the area tensing as your heartbeat crashes against your eardrums.

Yeah, that night. That was the night you made your decision and began hatching your plan.

You were going to get your nails done if it was the last thing you do. For Eddie.

Which is why when you found him, lent so casually against a pole, with Crissy fucking Cunninghma’s tounge down his throat. He left hand pressed firmly on his chest, a perfectly manicured French tip of her right grazing his cheek. One single finger nail dragging down his neck. The fucker leaning into her touch, chin lifting to grant her more access.

Well, you lost your shit. Stalking up to the pair, reaching our to practically rip the petite blondes body away from his. Shoving her away, your brain went into overdrive, letting emotion take hold. Fist flying in the air before you could even comprehend your actions, colliding hard with the left side of Crissy’s dumb, perfect face. Her body hit the ground with a hard thud, a small steam of blood flowing slowly from the girls bottom lip. You sieved in anger, letting the emotion corse through your veins.

He had tried to explain, even dropping to his knees as he pleaded, begged. Hands clasped firmly together as he tried to be heard. But you weren’t listening, angry words spitting from your mouth in a hot rage. Crissy had come to Eddie to purchase from his illicit business. The girl practically coiled herself around him, limbs encompassing his like a cobra. She had tried to convince Eddie to allower her to pay him in a other way. Before he would refuse her lips were on his, stained with strawberry lipgloss.

He didn’t want this. But he didn’t stop her. He couldn’t, feet glued in place as his brain stopped communicating with his body. And that’s how you found him. Your anger was justified, of course he knew that. But what he didn’t expect was for you to just leave, to turn on your heels and walk away, as he sits on his knees in the dust.

“Princess. Please.” He pleaded, to wrecked to even pick himself up. One arm stretching slowly in your direction. Rind glad fingers grasping at the empty pace between you.

You turn, and for a moment, the boy has hope. He looks up at you, tears falling from his darkened eyes, staining his red face with hot tears. His arm lands pathetically in his lap, waiting, hanging on your every word.

You throw something at him. The impact as patietic as he feels as the small object bounces off his chest. His eyes darting to the small, burgundy oval, tip filed to a perfect point. A crack runs through a prominent ‘E’ in dark black block font. The letter stars up at him accusingly.

“You.” You point another sharp nail in his direction, his eyes widening in surprise at the new extension. “You, Edward Muson. Are an asshole. And I never want to see your face again.”

As you walked away Eddie slammed his palm over his lips. Wiping angrily at the lingering remnants of pink sparkled lipgloss. The sweet sticky substance clinging to his skin, mocking him as the sparkles engrave themselves into the deep filberts of his jeans. His stomach twisting and throat burns as electric stomach bile rises. He spits violently, doubling over onto his hands and knees and he gags and cries. The content of his stomach landing in front of him in a wet, steaming heap. And Eddie swear he will never taste strawberries again.

Eddie tried to talk to you. If only he could explain. If only he could just see your face again, even if it’s for the last time. To touch your face, to kiss your soft lips. Ones that taste of Vanilla Coke and dark chocolate, a deep lingering of smoke cutting through all your sweetness. He called what feels like a hundred times. Even drove to your house, which he found dark and empty.

No, he needs to see you again. He needs to hear your voice. He needs to explain. To say he’s sorry.

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So that’s how Eddie ended up in Chief detective Jim Hoppers living room at 6am on a goddam Sunday morning. Pacing the floor in a chaotic and unhinged fashion, long arms flailing around him, har bouncing wild with his movements. He hadn’t slept, too caught up in his plan. His plan to get you back.

Eddie knew that if you didn’t want to interact with someone, they would never know you even existed. Which is why he also knew that words wouldn’t work in you. No, actions speak louder than words.

Jim sits in his armchair, head placed heavily in his hands. Eyes screaming at him for sleep, head pounding as Eddies words bounce around his skull. Reverberating off every bone.

As Eddies words stop, his story coming to an end. He looks at Hopper, arms pressed harsh against his sides as he waits on the older man’s reaction.

“And what exactly do you want me to do about this?” The man grunts, annoyance and fatigue evident in his tone.

For the first time in a long time, Eddies thoughts screeched to a halt. He doesn’t know. He doesn’t know what to do. He doesn’t know where you are. And most importantly he doesn’t know why he even came here. Jim hoppers house of all places, to beg the older man to help him.

The feeling claws at him, the scars etched deep in his skin burn. A reminder of the battles he fought in the past. Of the people he saved, the ones he brought back, and the ones he lost along the way.

Eddies wasn’t about to lose you to.

No way.

No. Fucking. Way.

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THE ART OF LOVE : : @lxvemaze

PAIRING. bangchan x shy!artist!reader

✿SYNOPSIS. when chris texted an artist he found on instagram with the hopes of them designing an album cover for him, he never expected to fall head over heels in love with them.

NERF THIS! : : @injvns

progamer!haechan x streamer!femreader

in which overwatch streamer yn ln is on a winning streak one night, and sorta kinda ends up killing professional overwatch player lee haechan on stream…multiple times. she didn't even know who he was, let alone that he was super hot?! c'mon, she wouldn't have smoked him THAT hard if she knew!

Or

yn starts overwatch beef with haechan accidentally. romance ensues.

HOW NOT TO BE A VIRGIN 101 : : @diaphamin

summary : college is about gaining further education, to some, but to y/n it means she is finally free to explore the side of life she was never able to. parties, relationships, and sex. she was tired of being dull, tired of being the only one around her who hasn’t experienced anything romantic. she was ready to be the exact opposite of what she wasn’t. the only problem being… she doesn’t know how. that’s when she calls upon haechan, someone notoriously known for having a bit too much fun… and asks him for guidance.

WHERE YOU ARE : : @luvmahae

pairing: fratboy!haechan x fem!reader

summary: what the absolute fuck is up baby! fall semester marks the peak of greek life at ncu. the campus quad is filled with tents representing various fraternities and sororities with their letters proudly presented in front of each booth, all eager to recruit new members. as students return to campus, they are met with a flood of fliers and invitations to parties, mixers, and rush events. while you were walking through the crowd of eager freshmen to join these organizations, you bumped into someone very unexpected...

what do you do when you bump into the guy you hooked up with after a music festival during summer break? instead of the royal blue basketball jersey you first met him in, it was replaced by a varsity jacket with the letters reading "ΝΧΘ".

"haechan?"

BED CHEM : : @wonbin-truther

college student yn x college student jaemin

summery! when jaemin saw the big red "16%" on his first organic chemistry test, he knew he needed a tutor, fast. enter l/n y/n, a chemical engineering student who is determined to raise his grade. but as study sessions turn into late-night library marathons, jaemin is starting to realize he’s got more than just organic chemistry to worry about.

GOOD GRACES : : @106alibi

pairing: boxer!jeno x magazine-editor!reader

synopsis: y/n knows she's petty. so when she found out her (secret) celebrity boyfriend of a year had been cheating on her, through a news article to make things worse, she decided to cook up an action plan to get back at him, and what better way to take revenge than to get together with his all-time favourite athlete?

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pairing: dance major!jisung x environmental scientist fem!reader

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out of a boost of confidence (and maybe a little too much to drink), you decide to send him a dm. what's the worst that could happen? he has thousands of followers, it's not like he's ever gonna see it.. right?

wrong! will jisung reply to you and fall in love? or will you just become another girl lost in his dms. read to find out!

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pairing: park jisung x fem!reader

synopsis: struggling with unrequited feelings, you and park jisung agree to a fake relationship to ease your loneliness, filling the gaps left by others. with promises not to fall for each other and to part ways if your affections are reciprocated elsewhere, you jump into this arrangement. can you both stick to the rules, or will the lines between pretense and reality blur?

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PARING ⤏ barista!heeseung x metalhead!fem reader

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A VIRGIN WHO CAN'T READ : : @luvyeni

starring … park sunghoon ‧ female reader

ㅤ୨ৎ no one in your friend group couldn't understand why you and sunghoon stopped being friends after freshman year of college; they all chalked it up as for reasons only you and he knew about , you and sunghoon couldnt get along, and when he threatened to tell your brother something your deepest darkest secret you called him a virgin who couldn't read to your 24k fans and the name spread throughout the campus…

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Phase Four; The Bigger Bed

LMH, HJS

Masterlist, Story Masterlist

wc: 4.2k

Synopsis: Whoever said patience is a virtue never met Jisung and Minho.

warnings: smut, explicit sexual content, poly!minsung, mxfxm, mxm, barely switch!jisung, sub!minho, barely softdom!fem reader, oral (m), gender envy?, cumming untouched, cum swapping, minho is rich rich fr

☆ﾟcan be read as stand alone

Phase Three ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ Phase Four ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ Phase Five

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“Will you sit down? We all have to agree or else I’ll be silently wallowing in self consciousness for all of eternity.” You pull out the seat next to you for Jisung to fill, Minho on your other side with his arm slung over the backrest.

“I’m fine with anything you pick out for the room, I just want a bigger bed.”

“Same,” Minho combed his long hair back, gently caressing the back of your neck. “Pick out any decorations you like.”

“No, because if I pick out, like, a throw pillow neither of you like then you’ll be forced to look at it all day every day, then hating the throw pillow will turn into bottled up emotions. Bottled up emotions turn into hatred, hatred towards me for picking ugly pillows. Hating me will turn into kicking me out and making me sleep on the cold, hard ground with nothing but the throw pillow that caused you years of hidden resentment that could’ve been avoided if you’d only helped me pick out room decorations.” Your boyfriends were silent, looking at each other behind your head with raised eyebrows and unconvinced grins.

The laptop in front of you has had pages of home shopping sites open for the past week and making your engines run slower because of how many items were in each of their carts. “So please,” you pulled up the first item in the first webpage, “tell me if you like it or not.”

Jisung leaned in and rested his chin on your shoulder, “...it’s a pretty ugly throw pillow, babe.”

You scoffed and pushed his forehead back with your finger. “This is why I need you both here! I don’t wanna lay outside with an ugly throw pillow to keep me company.”

Minho massaged the nape of your neck with nimble fingers, doing little to soothe you. But he leaned in closer to the computer as well, squinting his eyes and using his free hand to move your hand away to take control of the cursor and look around the page. He’d only scrolled down two or three times to find the recommended items and clicked the first one he saw. “I like blue.”

You turned to face him slowly with a raised brow. He seemed to be objective in the matter, then quirked the corners of his mouth for a light smile and quickly pecked your lips. Although you weren’t entirely convinced they were taking this seriously, it was a start. “Blue… I can work with that. But do you prefer navy blue? Cyan? Royal? Aqua? Baby blue? Maybe more of a cobalt–”

“Oooh, they have sapphire blue!” Jisung stole the laptop entirely and began clicking around, adding things to the cart without consultation.

The three of you were sat at the dining room table for about an hour and a half. You let Jisung pick out stuff he liked, then passed the computer to Minho so he could do the same. Of all the things they chose, you narrowed it down to a final list and figured that it could wait one more day as you all grew too hungry to enjoy online shopping anymore. Minho had suggested he cook something quick, though it wouldn’t be filling. That was when Jisung begged for a cheat night and to order takeout, the both of them looked at you for an opinion.

“I kinda want pizza,” made the younger of your boyfriends jump up and let out a hooray and move to the couch.

Naturally, you and Minho followed and crowded into the tight space. The seating arrangement was always the same, Minho on the left, Jisung in the middle, you on the right. As Jisung placed the order for dinner, you rested your back against the armrest and threw your legs onto his lap. He kept your knees against his abdomen as Minho let his head fall to Jisung’s shoulder. Minho absentmindedly played with your sock-covered toes, tugging and twiddling them while watching Jisung’s phone. The sight itself was cute, you just had to pull out your phone and take a quick photo of them.

Three slices each and thirty minutes later, you’d let out a long, content sigh and moved to the floor so you could lay out. The other two were still going at the pizza, Minho took the opportunity to slip his feet under your shirt and rub your belly. “Cold feet,” you shooed him off and he frowned.

Mouth full of crust, Jisung suggested, “let's go mattress shopping tomorrow.”

“Y’know what?” Your hands coming to rest behind your head made your shirt rise and Minho snuck his feet under it again with a mischievous giggle. “Neither of you asked me to move in.”

“What? Yes we did,” Jisung mumbled at you and joined in playing footsies with the brunette on your belly.

“No you didn’t. I still have my apartment.”

“You can’t afford that,” Minho interjected, frowning.

“I know. So ask me to move in. Or find a new foot warmer.”

“Do I need to?”

“Yeah, it’s not official. I’m a freeloader. Not a penny paid in rent.”

“You don’t pay rent either,” Minho turned to Jisung, staring at the blank television across the room. He didn’t respond, poked in the cheek by the brunette.

“Hm? What’re we talking about?”

“Rent.”

“The musical?”

You and Minho shared a knowing look as he twisted on the couch to lay his head in Minho’s lap. Silence fell over the three of you as conversation died down while comfort took over. Delicate fingers ran through his blonde hair, massaging lightly and making Jisung’s head fall towards you, seeing his eyes slowly close with contentment.

Both you and Minho watched with soft gazes as his snores filled the room, eyes eventually meeting with one another and lazily, happily smiling at one another. Unnoticed to either, but your breaths came to time with the sleeping blonde’s, chests rising and falling in a rhythm similar to that of a sleeping baby’s, not a care in the world.

Except maybe one care in the world.

Labels aren’t everything, having one doesn’t mean you are more or less to either Minho or Jisung and they love you regardless. It didn’t feel one sided— or in this case, three sided, however there was a lingering feeling that told you you just wanted reassurance. Being on the same page with Minho was the one thing that always needed to be obvious, it had to be one of the things you always knew you were on because he was already cautious and tip-toed every step he took.

His facial expressions don’t get easier to read, but body language always gives him away. Minho is a master masker, though that only ever applied to carefully chosen words and intonation. The way he busied his fingers twisting Jisung’s hair, lovingly caressed your belly and sides with his feet, but his shoulders were tense and kept his knees pressed together in such a way that couldn’t have been comfortable despite how hard he tried to present as such.

Breaking him from his thoughts in a manner that made him feel at ease or in control, you felt rather confident in doing. You silently point at a pillow at his side and he hands it to you wordlessly to place beneath your head. With hands free you could place one on top of his foot to stop his twiddling, his eyes softened and knew you were there if he needed.

You weren’t sure if he was thinking the same thing you were, but in a half whisper, spoke anyway. “There’s something else you haven’t asked me.”

Minho bit his lip and slowed his twiddling fingers, looking down briefly at the sleeping boy in his lap. “Did he ask?”

You nod, “you don’t have to, I don’t need it. But I wanna be at the same step as you, wherever you are, if you know what I mean.”

“I do,” the corner of his mouth twitched upward, “why don’t you ask me instead?”

“I’m an intruder, give me permission to enter.”

“Baby, you’re our girlfriend, not a vampire.”

“Keep tossing that word around lightly ‘nd I’ll be allergic to garlic and holy water.”

“So you do need it.” He got you there, caught you tongue tied with that sly smirk and triumphant stare of his.

With a deep sigh, you reasoned, “I don’t need it. Like I said… just wanna be wherever you are.”

Minho’s eyes crinkled with his slanted smile, “come here and ask me.” He raised his feet up so you could stand, patting the little bit of couch space on his other side. As you sat as carefully as possible to avoid waking Jisung, Minho intertwined his fingers in your hair at the back of your neck, where he always tended to end up being.

Your body faced his and Jisung’s sleeping form, tops of your thighs pressed to his side and joining in pushing the blonde’s bangs from his face to admire. Minho could see the light flush across your cheeks as you thought of what you wanted to say, gently stealing away from Jisung to tip your chin in his direction. He waited, not verbally rushing you but also too giddy within his skin to not plead with his big, round eyes to hurry you up.

“Min,” he nodded rapidly, “will you—“

“Yes,” Minho pulled you by the chin to crash his lips against yours for a few electrically charged kisses. You pull away to giggle against him, “I didn’t finish the ques—“

“Ask me again,” he didn’t stop placing supple pecks to your lips, all the while smiling and keeping you close.

“Will you,” peck, “be my,” smooch, “boyfriend?”

“Yes,” press, “yes,” kiss, “yes,” a deep inhale to breathe in the happiness that radiated off of you. Minho obviously enjoyed how flustered the question made you, in particular loving how you smiled against his lips, as well. 

The snoozing boy below stirred, flipping to look up at where you and Minho were sharing the kiss. “What about meee?”

You couldn’t help but giggle against the brunette’s plump puckers before leaning down to kiss sleepy Jisung, Minho following as well, then deciding to turn in for the night. 

Somehow, the three of you managed to wrangle together to do as Jisung wanted, which was to go mattress shopping. He wanted the full experience, sheets, duvets, variety of pillows with different hardness and shape. Jumping from mattress to mattress, you had to hold his hand just to keep him nearby so as to not get lost. Aside from the mattress itself, the sheet thread count, and silk pillowcases, Jisung also requested a bed frame with sturdy posts. What that meant for you and Minho, the two of you shared a half worried, half excited look.

“Ours is a Queen, so King sized should be good enough. Nicee leg room,” Minho suggested as the three of you came closer and closer to the back of the store. Your arm was getting tugged in another direction as you tried to follow Minho, Jisung wanting to run off towards the accent blankets.

“Stay,” you instruct as you tug him back to your side. Turning back to the brunette, “is a California King too much to ask for?”

“Ooh, I want a California King,” Jisung held onto your arm to join in the conversation.

Minho only rolled his eyes at the pair of you, looking back at the row of king sized beds and sitting on the edge of one. He pressed his hand into it and examined the feeling, then suddenly hopped up and threw his entire body back into the center of the bed. You expected that from Jisung, but not Minho, and definitely not in public. Then he did it again, harder to the point that the flimsy display it was on shook beneath it.

Jisung let go of your hand and jumped onto the mattress next to him with Minho’s arms wide open to catch. “I like this one. However,” Jisung giggled as they both looked at you and made the littlest bit of room for you to join them. Minho wiggled his eyebrows and presented his hand over the little space. “You know you wanna,” he enticed further, and you just couldn’t help it, running the few steps forward and literally lept into their arms. The three of you were a fit of giggles as you maneuvered into your respective sleeping arrangements to make sure you all managed well.

The commotion caught the attention of a salesman and he strolled over with confusion, “can I… help you lot?”

With laughter in his voice, Jisung sat up, “yeah! We’ll take this one.”

Same day delivery came in clutch purely because the three of you were out $1,000 for the king sized mattress, plus the bedframe and whatever little things Jisung added to the cart at the last minute. You were surprised Minho’s card didn’t decline at the check out, the look on his face screamed that he was just as shocked.

It was nearly midnight when the three of you had finally worked together to finish tossing out the old mattress and frame, building the new one, and adding the finishing touches to your new ambiance. 

Stood at the foot of the bed, you all looked at it proudly. “Good job everyone. Good team work,” you nod your head and cross your arms over your shoulders, hearing your boyfriends high five behind your back.

Jisung yawned, “fuck, I’m fucking tired,” and hopped into the middle of the bed.

“Get off, you’re still in your outside clothes!” Minho scolded him but made no effort to remove the blonde.

“Make me,” Jisung smirked and raised an eyebrow, tucking his arms beneath his head.

You and Minho look at each other, reading each other's mind scarily in sync before coming after Jisung together. The blonde laughed as the two of you helped one another strip him, not bothering being gentle, “hey! This isn’t what I meant! I thought– ouch, Y/N! Watch the balls! Why are you always crushing my nuts?!”

Soon enough, you had Jisung with his naked back pressed to your chest with your other boyfriend kissing his way down. Your only job was to hold him down– for now. He shivered in your grasp with goosebumps covering the expanse of his skin. Minho looked up at the two of you through his bangs, big dark eyes starry and eager to please. It was a miracle Jisung wasn’t fighting back and was taking every command you gave, a nice change of pace. You enjoyed how well he listened, and Minho didn’t seem to mind taking orders from you, either.

“Sit still, baby. You asked for this. Take it like a champ. Or pussy out, it doesn’t matter to me. But,” Jisung whined before you could finish, clearly not liking your passive attitude. “I think our Min would be so disappointed if you didn’t let him play. After all, he did just buy you such an expensive gift. Isn’t that right, pretty kitty?”

The older smiled into the honey skin of Jisung’s inner thigh, paying no attention to how hard and twitching his cock was just centimeters away. “Mhm, it’d make me so sad,” Minho said softly as he paid as much attention to the other limb. Jisung fought your hold to thread through the brunette’s hair, not very hard, but enough to have to wrap your hand around his throat from behind.

“What’d I say? He hasn’t even touched you yet, don’t be a brat.”

As your fingers gripped tighter, “nah, that’s your job, pup.”

You squeezed tightly and tugged him slightly side ways so you cold peer over his shoulder, “that’s fucking right. You couldn’t handle what I could put you through if things were the other way around.”

Both of them were shocked at what was coming out of your mouth, Jisung’s jaw dropping into a stutter and Minho teething his pelvis to keep from laughing obnoxiously for doing what he never could– speak back.

“T– that’s not true,” his tone was already willing to give up that fight.

“You can’t even do this one thing, baby. Trust me, take what’s in front of you while you’ve got it,” the whisper of your voice made him shiver again and fall pliant against your body.

Spreading your legs, Jisung sat back more comfortably, visibly succumbing to the new role he was playing. Minho continued to watch your eyes as he touched the blonde everywhere but his cock, pinching his calves, biting his lower belly, licking stripes up and down his thighs until you finally nodded and singled for him to continue further.

Minho only stuck the tip of his tongue out to nudge at Jisung’s leaking red tip and the blonde threw his head back against your shoulder. One hand around his neck, you slithered the other to his nipple, hardly brushing over the already pebbled nub. Minho kept going, licking fatter and wetter strides of the muscle against the underside of Jisung’s dick, not caring for how much the younger mewled for more.

Minho was only listening to you tonight, and you had to admit the power was kinda getting to  your head. You let him do nothing but lick at the other like a popsicle until he was drooling to have something heavier in his mouth. Only when he reached out to place a hand on your shin did you nod again, and Minho took the entire length in one go.

Jisung struggled to not buck his hips up, tummy contracting and muscles flexing so tight you thought he wasn’t breathing.

“Watch him, baby. Watch him make you feel good. You want to repay him, don’t you? I thought you said you weren’t a brat. It’d be the kind thing to do.” Jisung grabbed onto your forearm that held his throat and continued to moan.

You’d always heard of phantom limb and how it was a true medical diagnosis, however you have all your home-grown appendages. Watching the way Minho slurped and sucked Jisung’s cock made your own core painfully throb like you could feel him taking you in his mouth, as well. You just knew it must be so warm, so slick and plush, you couldn’t even blame Jisung for not being able to do as you asked as you were having a hard time not touching yourself, too.

God, Minho looked so sexy with a dick in his mouth, more specifically Jisung’s pretty, pretty dick. The younger’s wonderfully built body was a sight for sore eyes, well defined abs on display like a washboard you imagined to be like your own. In no way are you displeased with your body, but it never hurts to fantasize. After all, you’re the only part of this throuple without a third leg, and you know Jisung would find it flattering that you used him to get off like this. You weren’t even really getting off, more like storing away some spank bank for later.

Your finger circled Jisung’s nipple a little harder, pinching when he got too rowdy and threatened to toss Minho off. The brunette took every instruction with a sly smirk, doing some of his best work without an inkling of punishment lingering over his shoulder.

Don’t get him wrong, Minho does things on purpose to get punished, you figured that out pretty quickly. But with you holding the reigns, he had no worries whatsoever. He was slobbering like a dog on Jisung’s cock, so messy you could see the glistening of mixed saliva and precum all over the lower half of his face. He used both hands to hold the other down as he deepthroated him, gagging and holding for as long as he could. Fuck, you felt that one right in your clit, sending shocks all throughout your body.

“Doesn’t he look so hot? Be polite, baby, tell him how he’s making you feel,” you say loud enough for them to hear you, simultaneously switching hands to play with his other nipple.

“Good– so good, fuck– wanna cum. Can I? Can I cum?” He was so whiney and voice so small, like he was scared you’d say no.

You looked to Minho, “what do you think kitty? Is baby allowed to cum?”

The brunette released his cock with a pop and a deep breath, “hmm… No.”

Jisung let out a loud, pained sob. “Y– you’re gonna regret that when I–”

“When you what? When we let you go? What makes you so sure we’re ever gonna do that?” Another whimper from Jisung and an approving nod, a muffled chuckle from a mouth full of cock from Minho. “Where did your manners go, baby? You haven’t even thanked our kitty for treating you like the little whore you are. You’re gonna make him think you just want his money.” Jisung quickly shook his head no in protest.

“Right, kitty? Is he just your sugar baby? Taking your money like you owe it to him?” Your stare down at Minho made him groan as well, grinding his hips into your brand new and freshly washed comforter.

“I don’t know, he hasn’t even thanked me.”

You all knew what you were saying wasn’t true, but it got both Jisung and Minho worked even further up. You had to tighten your grip on Jisung’s neck to the point where he was digging his nails into your skin to make him sit still. “You’re being rude, baby. I didn’t teach you that. Thank kitty for treating you so well.”

He tried, he really did, but could emit nothing but louder, more unfiltered moans. Honestly it made you proud, Minho was doing such a good job. But Jisung’s lesson was prioritized over the other’s praise for the time being, you’ll make sure to tell him after.

Minho worked faster taking him in deeper, bobbing up and down at a pace that would’ve strained your neck. But fuck was it making you so close to cumming just being able to watch, you weren’t even sure how Jisung has lasted this long. If you had a cock, you would’ve blown the second he took you in his mouth.

“It’s just three words, you can do it. ‘Thank you, kitty.’ Say it and maybe you can cum.”

You and Minho made eye contact again and he nodded briefly in agreement. Jisung was getting antsier and less responsive,you tweaked his nipple to get him to open his mouth.

“Th– thank you, kitty.” He said it like he was learning to speak for the first time.

“Cum.”

Minho moaned onto Jisung’s cock as the younger turned his head towards you, “kiss! Kiss me– Fuck, ‘m gonna cum– kiss–”

Jisung reached back to lock his fingers in your hair and tug you into a breathless kiss, absorbing every one of his whimpers as he bucked into the brunette’s mouth. It felt like it was you who was cumming hearing and feeling Jisung writhe in your arms, like you could feel yourself shooting hot white cum down Minho’s throat and feeling him attempt to swallow it with you still stuffing his mouth full. You needed the kiss just as badly, the only thing that could possibly ground you after another intense case of phantom dick.

Jisung let you go once he calmed down, falling entirely limp against your chest. Minho sat up, a clear wet stain at the front of his pants making you smile as he shuffled over to you and took your chin between his thumb and forefinger. He opened his mouth and showed you the pool of white fluid, pulling you in for a more graceful, just as sloppy kiss. His tongue pushed the cum past your lips and you could feel it drip down the corners of your mouth, running down your chin and neck. Tangy, salty, but somehow hints of sweet in the aftertaste as you broke the kiss and swallowed.

When you looked back at the blonde, he was watching the two of you with another longing gaze, he wanted in on the action. Minho placed a chaste, cum smeared kiss to his lips, then you bent over for one as well. Despite the sliminess, it was a heartfelt kiss, one that made the three of you giggle as you realized that Jisung was the only one naked but not the only one that came.

“What a way to christen the new bed,” you joked softly, nodding your head at the stain on Minho’s pants.

Minho simply laughed and swiped the tiniest bit of cum still on the corner of his lip, licking it off his finger like lingering dessert. “I think I like the new bed,” he hummed delightedly.

“All this newfound leg room and you both still decide on pinning me down in one spot.”

“Don’t be mad. You said make you, and we made you.” You reach for the box of tissues on the bedside table, handing one to them and wiping your faces semi clean.

Jisung shifted, rubbing his back against your pants and sitting up. “Wait… You’re both in outside clothes on the new bed.”

It was silent for a moment as you and Minho made eye contact. He beat you to the punch with a valid excuse, “I paid for it.”

Jisung narrowed his gaze up at you and you blanked. “I… I got nothing.”

The blonde sat up, scooting next to Minho and leaning his head on his shoulder. “Pretty kitty, I think our puppy got ahead of herself, and I don’t think we’ve broken in the bed enough yet. What were you saying about manners?”

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A/M: god this took me so fucking long to update i’m so sorry

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[gerec]

Hi Gerec! Sorry if this has been asked before - I know this is kind of a broad question, but can you recommend some of your favorite modern AU Cherik fanfics? I’d love to see them in any variety of professions or circumstances as long as it takes place in the modern day, whether one of them is a professor or a stripper or a corporate CEO or a barista or a bartender or an engineer or anything at all! One-shots and multichapters are both welcome as well, I don’t discriminate. Thanks in advance! :D

Hi Anon! Don't worry - I'm always happy to talk about my favourite au's (this fandom has the MOST amazing aus omg we're so lucky)!!!

Definitely check out this post that has my Top 5 X-Men Favourites (Canon & AU)! Truly, it's impossible to share every fic I love, or even make a tiny dent in the number of incredible aus out there but I am happy to share some of my all-time favourites. I hope you enjoy them all :D

When the Spell Breaks by kianspo Erik, a high-profile lawyer with a successful career, meets a 21-year-old grad student in a bar, and within a few short months marries him. He and Charles are blissfully happy, until Erik's boss runs a background check on Charles and discovers he's been cheating on Erik. Charles denies everything, as there was no affair, but Erik doesn't believe him and throws him out. As Charles tries to figure out how to survive and stay at school that he can no longer afford and makes a lot of bad if not plain dangerous choices, Erik has to fight his own battle of discovering the truth and winning Charles back.

(Note: Read EVERYTHING by Kianspo! They mostly write AUs which is perfect for what you're looking for, but their canon fics are amazing too :D)

Not So Much the Teacup by thehoyden

“Charles is basically the bride whisperer. It’s like he can read their minds.” (wedding planner AU)

rooms/shares by pocky_slash 

Erik is single, working a cube job he hates, letting his master's degree in mutant studies collect dust, and living on his best friend's couch. When she kicks him out, he's forced to trawl Craigslist for the least-offensive rooming option within his meagre budget. He never expects a response from the persnickety, high maintenance ad he replies to as a joke, but it's possible this too-nice apartment and mysteriously absent roommate might be the answer to all four of his problems.

Love Runs Out by ikeracity

Hammer Bay, one of the most mutant-friendly apartment buildings in all of Manhattan and affectionately nicknamed the Hub by its residents, is home to an eclectic mix of families, broke college students, scientists, artists, and high school dropouts. Charles Xavier, new arrival to apartment 3K, catches the attention of everyone on the third floor but he only has eyes for one: cranky author Erik Lehnsherr who lives directly across the hall in 3B.

A Nice Boy (The Family Matters Edition) by pocky_slash

Erik's not sure whether the problem is that he doesn't want his parents to meet Charles or that he doesn't want Charles to meet his parents. Either way, he never invites Charles to brunch. Why should he? It's not like they're dating.

Politico by cygnaut

Modern Genosha Politics AU. In which Erik is l'enfant terrible of the mutant National Assembly, and his staff just wants to get him laid.

Daycare 'Verse by orphan_account, pocky_slash (series)

A modern AU in which Charles runs a mutant daycare and Erik is his long-suffering engineer boyfriend.

Charles Xavier's A+ Guide to Management (or, How to Completely Destroy Your Life Without Even Trying) by fro_baby

In which Charles and Erik run a newspaper, wrangle interns, outrun the feds, outwit a multinational crime lord, get royally fucked over (twice), eat prawns, argue over comma errors, dodge (and fail to dodge) airborne projectiles, make many snarky remarks, drive around in the desert, fight, make up, fight again, and slowly (but surely) fall in love.

Strict Machine by euphorbic

When Professor Charles F Xavier accepted a visiting professor position in Arizona, he did so in order to be geographically closer to his sister. What he did not expect to find was the living, breathing specter of the sportbike gang-oriented past he’d been trying to put to rest.

A tale of sport bikes, consequences, and sacrifice.

The Last Love Song & Testament of Charles F. Xavier by midrashic

When Erik is accused of domestic terrorism, Charles has no choice but to marry him to keep him out of jail.

Scenes from the Wild by nekosmuse

Erik Lehnsherr, world renowned wilderness survivalist, alongside his husband, Charles Xavier, survive the perils of the wild in order to bring you, Two Men, One Knife, an award winning reality survival series, available only on the Discovery Channel. Follow Erik and Charles as they travel to the world's most remote locations with only the most basic of supplies. Pitted against nature, this husband-husband team struggle to survive in some of the world's harshest climates while battling the planet's fiercest predators. Can they survive the Canadian North? Find out next season, on Two Men, One Knife

August by Red

For the XMFC kinkmeme, in response to a prompt asking for an mpreg story with some genetics thrown in the mix. While non-mutant couples may be able to conceive a mutant or a non-mutant child, for a couple with two mutants, there's a twenty-five percent chance of a third option: a fatal presentation of the mutant gene. Erik found out years ago that he was one of a number of (relatively cisgendered? this is an odd thing for me to be typing) mutant guys who have the secondary mutation of A Uterus. He'd also been told--years ago, but less so than the last statement--that he was infertile. He and Charles have been on the waiting list for adopting a mutant kid, but when morning sickness sets in, Erik can't exactly celebrate his sudden ability to get pregnant until he's ruled out that twenty-five percent chance.

Cue hiding a pregnancy from a telepath husband, dealing with Dr. MacTaggert's meddling, and trying to avoid the relentless well-wishing of the police department's esteemed Mutant Affairs Division.

this is only now (where do we go from here) by thebodyeclectic (series)

From this prompt on the 1stclass_kink meme: Modern AU, where an older Alex (in his mid twenties?) somehow figures out/recieves the news that, no, his younger brother didn't die in the crash like he'd been told, and then sets out to find him. The catch is, Scott's been adopted and adores his 'dad', who is incidentally the adorkable Hank McCoy.

Deep Cover by Subtilior 

Omegas in heat? The perfect whores. Sebastian Shaw? The bastard who kidnaps them for his Hellfire Club. Erik Lehnsherr? A hard-boiled detective who's been on the Hellfire case for months. The catastrophe that unfolds when he goes in on retrieval and finds Charles Xavier still writhing in a Hellfire bed? .... Deep Cover.

Protect, Serve, Troll by keire_ke

Erik's fire department has a special relationship with the local university. They visit often. Sometimes, there even is a fire.

Spy Games by manic_intent

Prompt: Burn Notice AU, with Erik Lehnsherr as the spy and Charles as the trigger-happy ex boyfriend. Erik is burned for unknown reasons in Mexico and wakes up in New York City. Somehow, he needs to raise $500,000, in order to find out -why-.

Playing With Fire by professor

Charles is a detective determined to catch a serial killer.

If the serial killer doesn't catch him first.

The Associates by ikeracity, Pangea (series)

Being a mob boss' associate has its ups and downs. Having sex in the back of a limo on Valentine's Day is definitely one of the ups.

On a side note (and if you haven't already), try sorting fics by kudos for Cherik fics on Ao3, and under Additional Tags select 'Alternate Universe - Modern Setting'. Anything on the first say, 10 pages, is probably a good bet to start with as they are obviously beloved by the fandom :D

Rampage by wallhaditcoming (uvcatastrophe)

When police uncover evidence that notorious serial killer Magneto is obsessed with Professor Charles Xavier, they immediately move to put him into Witness Security. Only Xavier refuses. The police come up with trumped up charges to arrest him and thus keep him safe until they can apprehend the killer. Erik is not happy that the police have chosen to drag Charles into this and are now trying to keep him from him, and shows his displeasure the best way he knows how -- an increased body count.

One Summer's End by furius, motleystitches (furius)

Erik Lehnsherr, successful businessman, has been the muse to the artist Charles Xavier for the last twenty years. They'll readily confess to loving each other through art, but at the last show Charles Xavier is holding in New York before he heads over to England, everyone else around them realises that it's not enough.

Talk, Baby, Talk by lyonet

“Enough,” Erik said furiously. “It’s over. Let it die.”

“Be fair, sugar,” Emma said. “We made good music. It was your choice to wear magenta armour and a cape.”

On a Beach, With You (The Tel Aviv Remix) by niniblack

Charles Xavier meets Erik Lehnsherr on a beach in Israel.

Growing Up Lehnsherr by DeerstalkerDeathFrisbee (series) For someone who hates feelings, Erik gets dragged into an alarming number of conversations about them. In which there are confessions, declarations, awkward first meetings, accidents, explanations, endings and beginnings.

Wednesday by Red

Getting confined to a nursing facility for a six-week course of iv antibiotics would have been dreadfully dull, had Charles not found a way to "occupy his time."

In which Erik Lehnsherr, retired nazi hunter, becomes the latest victim of Charles Xavier's charms.

One big family by ximeria

There is a house in New York (no, only Charles calls it a house, and his perception of such is a little warped, so let's try that again)...

... There's a building in New York, owned by XavierMedCorp that caters to mutant tenants, their families and a handful of humans. You need to know someone who knows someone who knows someone to get an apartment there. Or maybe just be very lucky. Or have a mutant son who has the tenacity of a pit bull. Anyway, Edie Lehnsherr has moved in and she is slowly getting to know the other tenants, the superintendent and the owner.

One Hundred One Night Stands. by Sophia_Bee

Charles has a rule. Never fuck the same guy twice. When he refuses to see Erik again after a one night stand, Erik goes about trying to get Charles to violate that rule using accents and disguises.

to put the world between us by populuxe

Erik Lehnsherr is one of the hottest actors in Hollywood: fresh off an Academy Award nomination, he’s about to star in HBO’s most anticipated show of the year. And even though online chatter about his recent string of queer roles keeps getting louder, his personal life remains personal—just as it always has, and just as his manager and publicist continue to advise.

But when he winds up at the same wedding as his college best friend, Charles Xavier—and when they quickly fall into bed together—he’s forced to revisit the past he’s been trying to get away from for years. The pull between them has always been magnetic, but so has the weight of secrecy. Can they keep from repeating the same mistakes, or will the price of the truth be too high?

Every Song I Know by clarasteam 

“Erik,” Janos says wearily, “you had amazing sex with this guy. He obviously really likes you. You have, what, a month, six weeks left? You can spend it moping and hiding and worrying you're going to run into him. Or you can call him, have a good time, and figure out where you go from there.”

Erik groans. It's what he wants to do, so much it scares him.

In the Weeds by not_who_we_are

Erik works at one of the largest, busiest, most hectic restaurants in Times Square. Years of serving tourists has left him jaded and generally grumpy. But new transfer Charles Xavier seems determined to change his outlook.

Drama! 5% tips! Eating dead food! Confusing-when-taken-out-of-context restaurant slang!

The Precipice by TurtleTotem

Prince Erik of Genosha must marry before he can take the throne. But Charles must be mad to even think of accepting the proposal of someone he met less than an hour ago...

With Abandon by sunryder

The best part about Charles' favorite bakery isn't the location, and it isn't the lovely smell, or even the Earl Grey cupcakes. It's the Baker.

Erik Lehnsherr is a beautiful specimen of a man, particularly when his fussing over Charles takes the form of pastry.

Such a pity Charles doesn't know Erik is an assassin.

[piratefalls]

new list, new year, (trying out a) new header, new post day. i'm back after a nice little vacation where i got almost zero reading done, so no one is more surprised by the amount of holiday fic here than me.

list one. list two. list three. list four. list five. list six. list seven. list eight. list nine.

No Consequences by AnchoredArchangel

"I sort of came out as bisexual to both Nora and myself when we were watching that fucking snoozefest of a Royal Wedding years ago, and I told her with no hesitation that you were on my list.” Suddenly, Henry looks very present in this previously one-sided conversation, eyes boring into him even if he sounds a little choked as he clarifies, “I was on-” “My No Consequences sex list,” Alex confirms brazenly, “Yeah." Or: During an inadvisable spot of dating years back, Alex and Nora made a game out of making extensive lists of celebrities they could hook up with without it being cheating. One breakup and several years later, Alex meets someone on his list for the very first time at a charity gala and decides it's appropriate to tell him all about it.

Wash a Bad Day Away by stellarmeadow

Alex has a bad day and needs to drown it in a tub.

this year I will fall by railmedaddy

Henry has many regrets in his life, but leaving the ice rink after a literal run in with the potential love of his life without even obtaining his name may be his biggest. With his family visiting for the holidays for the first time and ever-present work deadlines looming, he's too busy to think about how to engineer his own happy ending worthy of the novels he edits. But what if fate has other ideas?

the mountchristen pharma job by coffeecatsme

The alarm blares. Still, the man slides the key again and enters the room. He closes the door behind him, flips the flash drive in his palm. Walks to the room that’s supposed to be empty, the room they made sure was clear before they made their move. Except it’s not. And the man recognizes that head of blonde hair all too well. Henry fucking Fox-Mountchristen. Six years ago, Mountchristen Pharma's reckless actions caused Rafael Luna's death. Alex and June want to make it right, but they're not the only ones.

Take a Trip Into My Garden by @sparklepocalypse

Alex groans. From the sound of things, he’s in no better state than Henry. “Why in the absolute fuck does your family have a fucking Viagra orchid?” (A sex pollen fic that takes place on the grounds of Kensington Palace between the Cornetto scene and the interview blitz.)

you could call me babe for the weekend by weather_stained

It's been three years since Ellen Claremont lost the 2016 Presidential Election, and Alex hasn't seen Prince Henry since the Rio Olympics. When Alex, June, and Nora take a post-finals trip to a Vermont ski resort, Henry and his best friend Pez are the last people they expect to see waiting in line for the chairlift.  To Alex's great displeasure, Nora and June end up quite takenwith Pez, and Alex is forced to spend time with Henry. In one weekend, they become closer than he could have ever imagined.

come away with me by rizcriz

Alex closes the door behind himself and turns into his tiny apartment with an exhausted sigh. As he turns to flip the lightswitch, the subtle sound of fabric rustling hits his ears; carefully, he unclips his gun at his waist band, flips the light switch, and turns around, pulling the gun on the intruder. He nearly drops it at the sight of a familiar head of shining blond hair. “What the fuck?” Alex asks, taking a step in, and reaching with his free hand into his holster for the pair of cuffs he knows he clipped in this morning. “Intel said you were in London.” Henry Fox, international thief and conman, tilts his head where he’s sitting in Alex’s favorite armchair. “Honestly, Alex,” he says, waving a hand. “Put the gun away. We both know you’re not going to shoot me.” “Fuck you,” Alex hisses on impulse. “Put your hands up.” -- or Con Man Henry and Interpol Agent Alex

(Dil)Do It Yourself by happinessofthepursuit

“Listen,” Nora starts, turning her body once more so that she’s sitting sideways in the chair with her legs thrown across the armrest. “I did the math. There’s a 79% chance you’re gonna become a slut to the power of the prostate, and while we’re not dating anymore, it’s my duty as your fellow slutty bisexual to get this party started.” Or, when Nora drags Alex to a holiday dildo workshop, he doesn’t expect to find someone to use it with.

Gonna Give You Something (So You Know What's on My Mind) by affectionatelyrs

Alex hums, turning around to pull open the freezer drawer. “You want anything?” But Henry barely registers his question. Not when Alex is slightly bent over, allowing Henry a perfect view of his perfect ass. Each individual ridge of his spine is visible due to his lack of shirt. All of these things combined would normally be a large enough issue in itself to render Henry dumbstruck, except— Except, that’s not the only thing that Henry’s faced with. Right there, clear as day: blue lace, delicately peeking out from the waistband of his joggers. Henry’s hand immediately flies up to his cheek. The skin is hot to the touch, and he feels the imprint of where the material once lay like a brand. - Or, With the help of a white elephant gift, Henry learns that maybe the whole being-in-love-with-his-roommate thing isn’t as one-sided as he thought

i've forgotten if they're green or they're blue by metacrisis

When the worst snowstorm New York city has had since the Great Blizzard of 1947 snows Alex and Henry into their Brownstone, Alex falls into a bizarre dream and awakens in a world much like his own. Only it seems like he's suddenly five inches shorter, five years younger and why is Henry the only person who can tell? AKA, Movie Alex falls into Bookverse before he and Henry get together.

Ho for the Holidays by @whimsymanaged

“Listen, don’t worry about this,” Henry says quickly, already mentally crafting the passive-aggressive text he’s going to send Pez. “Better luck next year. I’ll just be off—“ “Hold your damn horses.” Alex stops Henry with a fast, surprisingly gentle hand to his wrist. His eyebrows furrow. “What did you put on your questionnaire?” Henry’s ears go hot. “That’s none of your business.” Alex scoffs and leans in closer. “Baby, we matched. It’s safe to say we have at least some interests in common. Be honest—was it because you confessed to having a secret desire to slap me?” Or, Pez organizes an event called Ho for the Holidays, and these two idiots get paired up.

Waiting in the Wings by DracoWillHearAboutThis

Henry had always known he would end up in an arranged marriage.  He had not expected, though, to end up in an arranged marriage with Prince Alex Claremont-Diaz, who he'd secretly been in love with for the past fifteen years.

Fill My Stocking by songliili

Alex has spent the past fifteen minutes talking with David about his favourite treats. Not that the dog answered, but Alex was undeterred and kept going, uncaring that Henry had asked him to give him an hour and then he’d join him in hanging up fairy lights and mistletoe everywhere. Very well. If Alex wants Henry’s attention, he'll have it. It's probably not what Alex thought he’d accomplish with his little scheme, but it's a compromise between Henry's needs and Alex's wants, and that's all that can be done. OR: Alex wants some attention and Henry has to get creative.

Here With Me by SatinBirds

When Zahra asks, “Would it make any difference at all if I told you not to see him again?”, it’s the easiest thing for Alex to categorically answer, “No.”

because it's Tuesday by headabovethewater

Right, so, here’s the thing; Alex hasn’t shaved in a while. He’s been so consumed by stress for his exams, his thesis, the post-election work he’s been doing for Ellen… It’s been a bit much for Alex, and while Henry is impressed by the fact that he’s able to keep himself standing and functioning, he has noticed that the scruff on his face has increased. A lot. Oh, Henry has noticed, alright.

i want to mark my skin (it is paper thin) by violetbaudelairequagmire

To: alex@biconicink.com From: hjfox@rocketmail.co.uk Subj: Tattoo Reference Attached: 1 file (orionsketch.jpg) Hello, Attached you’ll find a line art drawing of the constellation Orion. The shoulder blade is the intended location. Best, H.J. Fox OR: It's a Tattoo Shop AU!

Can't Buy Me Love by everwitch

Alex is a high end escort. Henry is his wealthiest client. He's also a total asshole, which Alex has zero patience for. He'd never let a client walk all over him like that, not even one with striking features and an air of firm authority that Alex has to keep reminding himself he’s not attracted to. But over time, Alex learns there's more to Henry than fiery insults and cruel dismissal. So much more. Alex is in so much fucking trouble. He should end things with Henry before he gets burned. (He couldn't end things with Henry if he got paid for it.)

He Was Here With Me by absoluteaudacity

Arthur lives: a wishlist

(Door)Dash to the Heart by bleedingballroomfloor

The man looks up when Henry opens the door. "Henry?" Henry clears his throat. "That's me," he manages. "Cool," the man says. "You're making me hungry for breakfast with this order, man. Which is bad for me, because my breakfast is usually just coffee, and there's no way I can drink that this late." "Uh," Henry says. He's pretty sure dashers don't talk this much during orders. "Anyway," the man says, handing the bag of food to Henry, "enjoy your night." Five times Henry gets late-night food from his insanely hot DoorDasher Alex, and one time they get food together at a normal time.

(here's my number) so call me, maybe by villageidiot

"I could go a few days without contact, you know." Henry looks over at Alex, who's splayed across the couch, and places a finger on the page he's reading to keep his place. "I'm…sorry?" "While you're gone, I mean. I could handle a few days of not talking to you." Henry still looks a little baffled. "Is this something you want to do? I'm still unclear on the 'why' here." And so is Alex, honestly. or: five times Alex fails at the whole "go a whole weekend with no contact" thing (and one time Henry does)

the beagle, the ghost and the wardrobe by stutteringpeach

Henry’s new flat comes with one unexpected feature: it’s already inhabited. But not by a human. By a ghost.

Night Class by OrchidScript

Alex how found the simplest solution for all the facts he had been presented. There were plenty of them to make sense of. Alex was taking the path of least resistance, accepting that whatever remained after all was stripped away must be the truth. June could laugh at him for the rest of time if she wanted. He was right. He knew he was right. He had to be right because nothing else on earth or in the universe made sense. Henry Fox — his smarmy, entitled, wealthy, bland, irritating neighbor — was a vampire. Alex knew it. He could prove it.

Piss-up in a brewery by clottedcreamfudge

"I hate this," Alex says, not for the first time, and Henry covers his face with his hands. "Yes," he says, a little muffled, "that's coming across." "It's not, like, personal," Alex clarifies, even though it fucking is. "I just don't really like sleeping with other people. I mean, sleeping in beds with other people. I like having sex-" "Yes, alright," Henry says peevishly, not moving his hands at all. "You needn't extol further on your love of intercourse." "Who the fuck talks like that?"

Sleepless Nights by stripyjumpers

Henry's insomnia has been getting worse. He thinks it's fine, until it all finally catches up to him.

move fast (and keep quiet) by HypnosTherapy

Henry’s smile goes slightly strained at the edges. In his ear, Nora hisses at Alex to walk away. He firmly ignores her. “What brings you here tonight, Foxy?” Henry brushes Alex’s hand off him. “The same thing that brings us all here,” he answers. “Not only a girl’s best friend, after all.” -- Alex is a spy tasked with securing a case of diamonds being auctioned off by black market smugglers. Henry is a rival spy who happens to be tasked with receiving the same case of stones. When Henry wins the auction, Alex has to retrieve his target, no matter the cost.

Red Light Indicates Doors Are Secured by myheartalive

“Fox,” he hisses through his teeth. “How about you take the tube tonight? Or go for a nice long walk?” Henry’s stunned. “Excuse me?” “Yep, I will excuse you. Now do us both a favour and find another way to get home.” — OR enemy co-workers Henry and Alex get unwillingly shoved into a cab together (and finally sort their issues out)

the best intentions by smc_27

He sees the flyer when he’s in town picking up the fabric and books June wanted from the market. Once a year. On the prince’s birthday. The chance for his one true love to rescue him from the tower. A cash prize to go along with the prince’s hand in marriage. The title of Prince Consort and a palace of their own. Alex knows himself. He knows how people are with him. He’s made people fall in love with him without even trying for it. He’s had to break hearts since he was 15 and Charlotte Marks told her father she was going to marry Alex. He can get some cloistered prince on board.

A Life, in Names by th0ughts

Macsomething continues to flounder. “I arrived just as someone came out, you see. A woman, with the hot pink jacket? I told her that I’m Roy Maclanahan—” (bingo. Henry knew it was Maclanahan.) “—here for Mr. Claremont-Diaz, I work with him you see. He invited me over, to look through some documents? And she told me that I was in luck, that he was home.  “Either way I am so sorry to have disturbed you your hi—Henry. She must’ve been mistaken. I’ll take my leave and return when your husband’s arrived.” Maclanahan is wringing his hands and looks just about a second away from nervously combusting but the entire ordeal has Henry’s face blooming in a smile.  _____ Musings of a life, in four surnames.

In my dreams (In your dreams) by lizzie_bennetdarcy

He opens his mouth to tell Alex it's fine, they can stay, when Alex shakes his head. "The room is spinning. That's not fun. Alright, sweetheart, let's go home." He jumps up from the stool, and immediately lists sideways into Henry. "What will it take to get you to carry me home?" "More than you're prepared to give, I'm afraid." Kiss me, marry me, have my children, please. Alex is very drunk, and very affectionate, and it's becoming increasingly difficult for Henry to pretend like he isn't completely in love with him.

when he breaks so beautifully by viciouslyqueer

Henry thinks it’s just been a rough day – it certainly wouldn’t be the first time – but he only realizes just how wrong he is when his boyfriend actually gets home. Slumped shoulders. Twitching fingers. Red-rimmed eyes glistening with tears. Henry’s heart breaks on sight. — Alex has a rough day at work and asks Henry to be mean to him. Henry praises him instead.

Twenty Seven Batters by politics_and_prose

A ballplayer will refuse to stop playing because they want one more hit, steal, strikeout. One more homerun. One more win. So they get old and they lose their skill and embarrass themselves long after they should have hung up their spikes. If that’s the rule, then Alexander Claremont-Diaz is the exception. Because today, at age 38, Alexander Claremont-Diaz is six outs away from a perfect game.

forever yrs, for evermore by indomitablelove

‘Wake up,’ Henry whispers. Alex turns and squints his eyes open. He looks at the clock. ‘Baby, why the fuck are you waking me up at six am? I’m on vacation.’ ‘I’ve got a surprise, come outside. You can go back to bed after, I promise,’ Henry tells him with a smile. ‘I’ve made you coffee.’ Alex sits up with a squint and a stern, unimpressed look on his face. ‘You better have a fucking good reason for getting me up at sunrise.’ --- or, a lake house proposal fic

Aged Like a Fine Wine by allmylovesatonce

At a gala for the Okonjo Foundation, Senator Alex Claremont-Diaz runs into Prince Henry of Wales for the first time in two years. Something is different about him, and it's not just the revelations that came out the last time the two saw each other. When they're encouraged to spend more time together, it lights a spark that could send both of their lives into a tailspin. Will Alex resist the temptation or will he find the courage to pursue what he's wanted far longer than he's let himself acknowledge?

All our Sweetest Hours Fly Fastest by AHistoricDistraction

It has been three years since they were outted and Henry and Alex have finally settled into a groove that works well for them, except for the fact that it feels like they're always having to steal time together. Queen Mary constantly coming up with excuses to get Henry out of public events with Alex isn't helping, and Alex is done with it. After a long conference in Tokyo that Henry couldn't attend, Alex's flight home being delayed is the last straw and he calls Henry to say they need to figure out a better way to do this, to which Henry agrees. But fate has other ideas. Alex's flight goes missing somewhere over the Pacific, no trace of it to be found, leaving Henry and Alex's family struggling to not lose hope while unable to do anything.

as always, let me know if you want to be tagged, either for author purposes or just to know when these go up! see you next tuesday!

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[jordisblogg]

ur best friend

shuri.u x reader / riri.w x reader (college au)

a/n: i deeply apologize to the riri lovers but i couldn't help myself..

warning: cheating, making out?, hungry mj

“alexa, what time is it?” you shouted from the bathroom, to which the device replied with ‘6:37’. it was almost time for you and your girlfriend, riri, to head out. she had said that you both were going on a dinner with two of her friends, shuri and mj. you told her you didn’t mind, you thought it would be good to see them again.

“bae, ain’t it almost time for us to leave?.” you asked the engineer, who, non surprisingly, was laid out on the bed, waiting for you to finish with whatever it was you were doing, as you walked out of the bathroom.

“you finally done?” she sat up, eyeing your body in your dress.

“yes, i’m done” you replied, matching her joking attitude, walking over to her and running your hand over her fresh cornrows. she relaxed in your hold and pushed forward to place a kiss on your stomach against the questioningly thin fabric.

“you look pretty, mama.”

“aww thank you!”

suddenly, riri’s phone started to ring, breaking the moment between you two. she pulled it from her back pocket and slid to the answer button.

“hello?”

“damn riri! are y’all coming or what, me and shuri have been waiting here for at least 15 minutes, i’m hungry!” you overheard what could only be a angry mj on the other line.

riri chuckled, “it’s been that long? shit, sorry were on our way.”

“riri i’m hungry dammit!” was the last thing you heard before riri dropped the call, shaking her head.

“we leavin’ i’m guessing?” riri nodded and grasped your hand, leading you both out of her dorm room.

it didn’t take you both too long to get there, when you walked in the restaurant you saw the table shuri and mj were sitting at and went over. mj, of course, was still looking agitated, while angrily sipping on her sprite.

“my fault y’all.” riri apologized

“it’s fine, i didn’t expect any less, so how have you both been? haven’t seen you two a lot since the dates for finals were sent out.” shuri’s accented voice broke your amused lock on mj, jesus did she always sound so.. sexy?

“ahh,” riri gave a sheepish look and rubbed the back of her neck, “we both have been studying pretty much the whole time, and you know.. a lil study time.” she laughed as you hit her arm.

“gross” the royal shook her head.

“how have you been shuri? we’ve missed you and aurora, she couldn’t come?” you changed the subject, causing shuri to slowly suck the air through her teeth.

“we broke up.” she stated simply

“oh shit i’m sorry—“

“it’s fine y/n/n, you didn’t know, but this one over here,” she threw her thumb at mj, “hasn’t stopped clowning me for it.”

“i told you she was no good, never trust a stem.”

“mj.. i’m a stem.” the princess looked at her questioningly

“.. never trust an american stem.” mj waved her finger.

“please stop talking, you’re making my head hurt”

you couldn’t help but giggle at the altercation between the two. you did feel bad about them two breaking up, but, a small part of you was.. grateful?

“i really am sorry about you and aurora though, shuri.”

“you’re fine y/n, promise.” she smiled, why was her smile so fucking gorgeous? and why are you just now realizing it?

“where’s the waiter, i’m fucking starving!” mj groaned.

“you’ve been starving for the past half hour.” riri rolled her eyes.

once you all were able to call a waiter over, you began to order, unfortunately shuri had went to the bathroom, so you volunteered to order for her, even though she was most likely talking to riri or mj, you decided to take the initiative. that wasn’t weird, was it? or were you just overthinking things..

anyways— the dinner was nice and mj was satisfied, her hunger now demolished, now you all were just using the rest of the time to chat.

every once in a while you would take a glance at shuri, especially when she would speak, and sometimes she would catch you staring and you would want so bad to look away but.. her eyes were so mesmerizing, you couldn’t pull away.

you knew this was wrong to be attracted to shuri, knowing you had a girlfriend. but it was something in you that made you want to see what it was like being with shuri instead.

picturing her putting her arm around your waist while she walked you to class, or feeling her kiss on your skin, or her taking you to her home country—

oh god what the fuck was wrong with you

“babe?” riri tapped you, snapping you out of your abominable thougts. you blinked, not even realizing how dumbfounded you looked at the moment.

“huh?”

“she had asked you a question, intombi entle?” fuck you didn’t even know what she said and yet it was causing butterflies in your stomach to emerge. is she doing this shit on purpose?!

“i’m uh.. ima go use the bathroom, i’ll be back!” you stated quickly before getting up and walking away from the table.

the girls watched you leave in confusion, all except shuri. she pulled her phone out, pretending someone had texted her, “i need to make a call, ill be back.”

“better not be aurora, shuri!” she heard mj shout at her as she walked out the door, then heading to the other entrance by the bathroom.

as you burst through the door of the ladies room, you tried to catch your breath, luckily there was no one in there. you leaned over against the sink, staring down at the drain of the sink.

“i’m horrible” you shook your head at yourself, even though you haven’t committed any of the acts you’ve thought about while sitting at that table, you still felt dirty.

your stomach dropped at the sound of the door creaking, the bustle of the people in the restaurant audible for a quick second before silence.

“y/n..” that accented voice called again, and how badly you wanted to run to it.

“y/n.” you felt a grip on your waist as she turned you around, now fully facing the princess and all of her glory.

“what’s been going on with you tonight?” you couldn’t speak, too busy staring at her features, you were speechless, only when her grip tightened on your hips is when you gave her an answer.

“you’re so pretty..”

well.. sort of an answer.

“what?” the princess’ eyes grew in size, but her face had flushed a dark shade of red, giving you a boost of confidence at how you made her react to your words.

“you heard me..” you stared up at her, you’re eyes locking with her beautiful brown orbs.

“y/n, you’re with riri.” she whispered, as if you two weren’t the only ones in the room.

“yet, you won’t let go of my waist..” you wrapped you arms around her neck, fingers running against the tattoo that ran down her neck.

“you know what you were doing at that table, shuri, you’re not stupid, you know i want you..”

she held back a groan. how badly she wanted you too, she hated to admit, the entire time she was with aurora, she was thinking about you, the only reason she even got with the girl was to get her mind off of you. she couldn’t have you, you were riri’s, but that only made her want you more, and now that she knows the feeling is mutual..

“just kiss me this one time shuri, just wanna feel you.. please.” you begged, ghosting your lips over hers, where was all of this coming from?

“just this once.. let me see what aurora was missing out on..” you smiled, and that broke her.

she leaned down to press her soft lips onto your glossed ones and you both moaned at the contact. your fingers gripped at her curls as she kissed you hungrily, like she had been craving you.

you made a move and slid your tongue into her mouth with ease. shuri moaned and pulled you against her impossibly closer, feeling your plush breasts against her and your tongue down her throat was sending her into a frenzy.

you whimpered as she began to pull away, not being able to take anymore with the need for air, but still pulled at your bottom lip, a giving you a final peck.

you watched her breathlessly as she licked her lips, staring down at yours, and not being my able to resist you, she went in to kiss you again, though these kisses were shorter.

peck after peck after peck..

and you smiled into every one of them shamelessly.

“you don’t know how long i’ve been wanting to do that..” she huffed, her hands dropping down to your ass. you smiled and pecked her again.

“we should probably go.. riri might get suspicious..” you laid your head in the crook of her neck, engulfing her scent.

“y-yeah..”

you walked out of the restroom after telling shuri to linger behind.

it was easy to come up with a lie for her, riri didn’t suspect anything, at least that’s what it looked like.

soon, the night was over, you all said your goodbyes to each other. you hugged shuri last, giving her enough time to whisper in your ear.

“bye, pretty girl”

you all went to your cars heading back to campus, thought the entire car ride you were distracted.

you couldn’t believe that you had just made out with shuri, your girlfriends best friend. you felt horrible but someone had to seize the sexual tension going on between you too. she just looked too good. she didn’t admit to wanting you back, but you knew her actions definitely did.

“so did you have a good time at the dinner, baby?” your girlfriend asked you.

your phone illuminated as you got a notification from your messages. you unlocked it and went to the person who messaged you, instantly blushing.

shuri🩶

you looked good in that dress, princess

you smiled, “yeah, i did”

[violetgreeneao3]

Masterlist 💕

My AO3 Page

Ordered by Kudos as of 04/13/2024

(my personal favourite/top 3 in blue)

Out of Our Element

Explicit (18+)

Completed (15/15) [186,069 words]

nerdy Yujin; pornstar Wonyoung

Fast smut, slow romance, Vers/Switch annyeongz

She fell in love

Explicit (18+)

Completed (2/2) [5,854 words]

Friends with Benefits

Series: Domestic Annyeongz

Explicit (18+)

G!P Yujin; Housewife Wonyoung; Domestic Fluff

Interconnected One-Shots (mostly seasonal)

Christmas [9,266 words]

Valentine’s Day [14,988 words]

Easter [10,980 words]

in bed

Teen (13+)

One shot [2,615 words]

University AU; Cuddling; Confessions

Libido

Explicit (18+)

One shot [3,208 words]

Horny Wonyoung; Whipped/Service T Yujin

a terrible secret

Teen (13+)

One shot [1,774 words]

Established relationship

“Wonyoung is hiding something. Yujin can tell and is determined to get to the bottom of it.”

cracked panes

Explicit (18+)

Ex girlfriends; Implied Story; Angst w/ happy ending

Completed (2/2) [9,517 words]

chemistry

General (All ages)

One shot [1,868]

Lighthearted student x professor

“Wonyoung has a crush on her chemistry professor.”

Series: (Annyeongz Version)

Explicit (18+)

Incomplete series [2/?] (I stillplan to come back to it!)

Angst; popstar!Wonyoung; heiress!Yujin

“Slut!” (Annyeongz Version) [From The Drafts] [5,441 words] — Wonyoung POV; Secret Relationship; Hook up

Is It Over Now? (Annyeongz Version) [From The Drafts] [9,222 words]— Cheating; Gaslighting; Trust Issues; complicated dynamics

Deal?

Teen (13+)

One shot [1,700 words]

First date; moviestars AU

“In a dimly lit restaurant, actresses Wonyoung and Yujin, recent competitors at the Oscars, share first date.”

Icebreaker

Explicit (18+)

One shot [3,149 words]

Figure skater Wonyoung; hockey player Yujin; bitter ending but it doesn’t really matter because it’s smut

God save the Queen

Explicit (18+) (Underage characters 16/17)

One shot [7,907]

Childhood friends; royal/fantasy AU; forbidden love; implied/referenced homophobia

O’ Captain.

Explicit (18+)

One shot [8,549]

Space AU; engineer!Yujin; Captain!Wonyoung; mutual pining; ambiguous ending; forbidden love

in the rain

General (all ages)

One shot [823 words]

Short & sweet; kissing in the rain

“On her way to the date with a girl who had been a stranger just months earlier, Yujin hadn't noticed the sky graying until rain was already spilling down. Fortunately, Wonyoung didn't mind; instead, she decided they should make the most of it.”

[literary-illuminati]

2024 Book Review #18 – Montress Volume 3: Haven by Marjorie Liu and Sana Takeda

I have been reading one volume of this comic a month, in part as a way to force myself to take it a bit slowly and appreciate the issues and volumes as distinct arcs and works in their own right instead of archive binging, and in part because a volume of comic books being more than ~20% of my reading goal for the year feels like cheating. This has accomplished both of those goals splendidly, but it is making it increasingly hard to come up with different ways of talking about the basic premise of the story. So I’m just not going to.

The plot picks up fairly directly where the last plot dropped off – with Maika having escaped the last maratime city-state she’d found refuge in (now wanted fugitive) and settling into the next one. To secure safety for herself and her little crew of misfits (eldritch god-monster her mom bore and raised her to be a host for, adorable fox-child she treats like shit, terrible cat who betrays everyone, improbably hot noble magic assassin whose technically supposed to be murdering her), she’s conscripted by the royal engineer to assist in repairing the ancient magical shield which protected the city during the last war – which, due to her heritage and the aforementioned eldritch god, she might be the only one capable of safely accessing. That (literally) blows up in everyone’s face just about immediately, and the remainder of the arc is spent scrambling to deal.

Dramatically the volume works very well as a self-contained narrative, though a decade of marvel movies have left me kind of incapable of taking a big climax involving an apocalyptic glowing hole in the sky that seriously. Beyond that though, this is definitely a Lore volume, digging deep into the history of the Shaman Empress, her relationship with Zinn, and what the other Montrum are or want. It also, if my memory is right, marks the point where Zinn finishes transitioning from this terrible quasi-unknowable parasite ruining Maika’s life and turning her into a walking atrocity to just, like, Some Guy. They’re a little shit with an improbably amount of flattering amnesia and also murder a bunch of people but like, they’re a character now. They banter with Maika constantly, and also keep fucking up and being wrong about things. Deeply endearing tbh.

This also marks the point where The Doctor and Maika’s paternal family more broadly starts being a lot more plot-relavent which, going to be honest, I’m kind of dreading. Can’t remember any real details but my memories of the whole upcoming arc basically boil down to ‘at least Maika got that badass clockwork prosthetic out of it’.

Kippa and Ren are basically irrelevant to the actual plot this time, which is totally fine because I love them both dearly and would have happily read an entire issue of them going shopping and having a nice day in the market. Kippa, besides being adorable, does actually get some pretty meaty scenes providing the view from the gutter here though – Maika gets scooped up by a scheming vizier engineer as soon as she walks into town, and also hates people, but Kippa is absolutely the sort of person to go wandering through a sprawling refugee camp doing whatever she can to help. Which is both good worldbuilding and characterization and provides some desperately needed grounding to keep the whole story from vanishing entirely into mythic freudian psychodrama.

Speaking of preferring the social and political storytelling – I’m not sure they ever actually matter, but I do love the two bit characters who occasionally get scenes of their desperate heroic spycraft and diplomacy as they try everything they can to prevent another war breaking out. Their little bit in this volume also does a great job illuminating what a broken mess the politics of the Federation is – given the incredibly vague 1930s-East-Asia analogy underlying the story’s geopolitics, I like that the genocidal power about to plunge the world into war is riven with internal contradictions and five minutes away from a coup with the army and navy barely able to stand in the same room without gunfights breaking out).

Anyway yeah, it’s still Monstress. Still good! I probably sound like a broken record saying it at this point, but the character design remains just sublime, even for very thoroughly secondary characters. Speaking of, my favourite one has now shown up!

[katgametable]

TAZ Abnimals Episode 12 Loose Eel

Written on 06 Feb 2025, shortly after listening, before listening to Ep13.

This episode establishes that the Royal Seals suck. Probably even more than the Amphibi-Force.

The Royal Seals come into play because Eel Patrick Harris swam off, ended up near one of the Seals’ station, and decided to hide out in there, and the Seals happened to arrive at that particular station around the same time. It turns out the Seals are a family operation, which means that Golden Seal, the leader, is Navy’s father. It’s also mentioned that they’d been operating for some time before they decided to go colour-coded, and I think this might’ve been glossed over by the guys playing, but it was mentioned that Navy was assigned navy. He didn’t pick it, one of the others did, possibly Golden. And then he not only got slung out of the group, he got ostracised by his family and thrown out of his home. A conversation later in the episode with Teal Seal, Navy’s sister and the group’s engineer, indicates that there’s mixed feelings within the family, but Golden is very much the patriarch, and what he says goes.

…it would probably make for a much darker podcast if they actually dug into the implications of all that.

Anyway, the station was built by the Royal Seals in association with Barker Industries – the scientists dudes who made the robots – which does then somewhat beg the question why Navy didn’t know who Barker was when he turned up at the arena, but I guess it’s a case of fleshing out backstory as you go, so I’ll give them a pass.

What actually happens in the episode is they track the eel to the station, get help from one of the Seals’ support guys to find him, interrogate him, find out the Bayside Baddies were hired by The Walrus to take Carver to another location, but Eel and his friends stayed behind to delay anyone Carver might’ve called and Eel doesn’t know exactly where they took Carver. Then because they happen to be in a Barker Industries facility, they get some upgrades. Roger gets a pocket watch that can hack things, Navy gets a bit more of an upgrade to his splash pack (that’s the convo with Teal I mentioned) and improves his bulky boy skills, and I cannot remember what Lyle did.

Regarding The Walrus. We the listeners know that this must be Walter Russell, partly because we’ve heard the post-credit scenes, and also because he’s the only walrus that has been mentioned. But the team haven’t figured it out. I’m not sure if they’re thinking about other potential walruses or what, obviously Travis can’t ask them without giving the game away, but also…

I wish they hadn’t had those post-credit scenes. The unhinged PSAs aren’t bad (they didn’t have one this episode, btw), but Travis has given away a big secret of the game, which to me, kinda sucks. Of course I’ll keep listening to find out how the team find out what we know, but still.

I’m mostly feeling cheated of a mystery.

[promrfrazierxv]

The REAL Red Sky in FFXV

During the battle with Leviathan, advance the time of day to 19:00

This is the true red sky as intended.

I assume PC users can use cheat engine or a mod to change the time of day to 19:00

In the video and link below you will find out how to achieve this using glitches to get oob and the royal vessel to advance time.

[simschallengesfor3and4]

The Kingdom Challenge for sims 4

You are new to your kingdom having just taken over. It is now your time to rule and build a great kingdom, how will you rule with an iron fist of fear or with love and kindness?

Starting with kingdom rules:

Choose your world this world will be your kingdom, meaning the more lot’s the world has the more you have to build and the more you can have to live there.

Must build your palace, a “farm”, a library, a bar and 3 houses to start out your kingdom.

May make a family on the farm or pick one, make 3 other families, they will be your subjects, they may be workers, noble’s or royals.

Family rules:

Workers, may only live on lot’s as big as 15x10, 20x15, 20x20, if they are farmers they may live on 50x40, 50x50, 64x64, if you have for rent they may live in small and medium rentals, if you choose a world with apartments they may live in san myshuno in lot (1310 21 Chic Street/910 Medina Studios/1312 21 Chic Street/17 Culpepper House/1313 21 Chic Street/920 Medina Studios/19 Culpepper House) Evergreen harbor (Pinecrest Apartments #402/Pinecrest Apartments #404/Stonestreet Apartments #3/Stonestreet Apartments #4)

May only work as Babysitter, Barista, Criminal, Culinary, Entertainer, Actor, Fast food employee, Fisherman, Gardner, Manual laborer, Military, Painter, Engineer, Retail-Employee, Writer, Style Influencer, or have a farm if you don’t have cottage living or horse ranch the farm will consist of plants only, if you have the packs you must have chickens to get egg’s, you may pick any animal to get wool and milk.

Workers may only adopt strays, if they are a farmer they may buy all pet’s including horses.

Marriage, may only be between workers and nobles

Workers can become nobles, through work the Criminal career at 9, Writer at 10 or Military at 9, or status money at 50.000 and friends with 6 noble families every member.

Family size may be as big or small as you wish.

Female must move into the family she married into, males become head of the house, elders may not move out and must stay with the head of the house. May only have one house.

Nobles may live on lot’s 15x10, 20x15, 20x20, 30x20, 30x30 and 40x30, if you choose a world with apartments they may live in san myshuno in lot (701 ZenView/ 2A Jasmine Suites/2B Jasmine Suites/18 Culpepper House/VIII Landgraab/121 Hakim House/122 Hakim House/888 Spire Apartments/IX Landgraab/930 Medina Studios/FountainView Penthouse/1020 Alto Appartments/1010 Alto Appartment/Torendi Tower Penthouse/may turn Stargazer Lounge into a penthouse) May not live in any apartments in Evergreen harbor.

May work as Astronaut, Athlete, Business, Cheer Team Member, Chess Team Member, Civil Designer, Computer Team Member, Conservationist, Critic, Detective, Doctor, E-Sports Competitor, Education, Football Team Member, Freelancer, Interior Decorator, Law, Military, Politician, Salaryperson, Scientist, Scout, Secret Agent, Self-employed, Simfluencer, Soccer Team Player, Social Media, Tech Guru, Video Game Streamer, Writer.

May adopt and buy all pets, may also take in strays, may also breed and sell purebred pets as a job, to other nobles or royals.

May have more than one estate, may have a greenhouse but not a farm.

Marriage may be between workers, nobles and royals.

Can become royals through marriage only, but only if a son marries into the royal family. Can become workers if status becomes low become enemies with 2, become disliked by 5, and if caught cheating but only the one who did the cheating.

If married to a worker the noble marrying will become a worker themself and will be disinherited, they may see their family but may never get to be a royal and to be noble again they have to get 50.000, must become friends with the king and queen and get either Criminal career at 9, Writer at 10 or Military at 9 . 

Family size must be medium to big, must have at least 3 kids.

Female must move into the family she married into, males become head of the house, elders may not move out and must stay with the head of the house.

Royals may live on 40x30, 40x40, 50x40, 50x50 and 64x64, if you choose a world with apartments they may live in san myshuno but only in the uptown, they may not live in any apartment in evergreen harbor.

May work as Business, Cheer Team Member, Chess Team Member, Computer Team Member, Conservationist, Critic, Drama Club, Freelancer, Law, Military, Politician, Self-employed, Simfluencer, Soccer Team Player, Social Media, Writer.

May buy and adopt any pets, may sell pets to other royal families.

May have more than one estate, must have a vacation house, may have a small farm or greenhouse.

Marriage must be between nobles and royals, to stay royal

If married to a worker the royal marrying will become a worker themself and will be disinherited, they may see their family but may never get to be a royal again. 

Family must be big must have at least 4 kids 8 if you like a challenge

Female must move into the family she married into, males become head of the house, elders may not move out and must stay with the head of the house.

Cas rules:

Worker, must not wear gloves in any outfits as it’s a sign of either nobility or royalty 

They must have at least one of the worker traits Creative, Maker, Green Fiend, Rancher, Animal Enthusiast, Horse Lover, Dog Lover, Cat Lover, Freegan or Loves Outdoors. Can pick any other and earn any other you like but may not switch out the worker trait for another trait, may have noble and royal traits.

Workers must use some clothing items from the Outdoorsy Fashion, Hipster Fashion, Country Fashion, BoHo Fashion and/or Basics Fashion.

May not have extravagant fancy clothes. Is for nobles and royals.

To make it easier have their be a W in their last or first name or make it a second name like Nadia W Smith or something like that, so you know they are a Worker family.

Noble, must use some clothing items from the Preppy Fashion and/or Polished Fashion.

Nobles must wear gloves on party and formal outfits, and can wear on others too.

Nobles may wear extravagant fancy clothes.

To make it easier, have a N in their last or first name or make it a second name like Nadia N Smith or something like that, so you know they are a Noble family.

Nobles must have at least one of the noble traits Bookworm, Art Lover, Perfectionist, Overachiever, Materialistic, Proper, Self-Absorbed, Snob, Nosy, Jealous, Insider, Generous, Foodie.

Royal, must use some clothing items from the Polished Fashion and/or Preppy Fashion.

Royals must wear at least one outfit with gloves, does not need to be a main outfit.

They must wear extravagant fancy clothes, they may have more relaxed outfits but they need to still be somewhat fancy and pretty.

To make it easier, have a R in their last or first name or make it a second name like Nadia R Smith or something like that, so you know they are a Royal family.

Royals must have at least one of the royal traits Ambitious, Hot-Headed, Paranoid, Wise, Materialistic, Overachiever, Perfectionist, Generous, Proper, Self-Absorbed and/or Snob. 

Gameplay rules:

To get the first new family into the world the regent must get to level 4 charisma and have held 3 parties.

Next family is at level 7 of charisma and held 6 parties. 

Next family is at level 10 charisma and held 10 parties.

After that it depends on money too, 1000 per person.

To get the new building of choice, you must have at least 30.000 per time.

Royals must make their line strong with kids and with high skills and education if you have university.

Royals must hold parties for small and big occasions, and engage with their subjects, they can be mean they can be nice, up to you.

Royals must set rules if you have eco lifestyle they pick the thing that will be set in place.

If you have get together you may make groups, as consuls and such, may use it to make rules too.

Nobles must hold parties for big occasions only.

Nobles must work hard for their family and earn level 10 in at least 3 skills, and get at least one education if you have university.

Workers may not hold any parties.

Workers may not take an education unless they become noble.

Workers work hard for their family and what they have.

[petrikaira]

The Butler

Chapter 1: The Card Game

Rating: T for teen

Summary: Butler begins his weekly card game with his associates when one of them demands the story of his name should he lose.

Playing cards shuffled between hands, slid across tables. Small round coins clicked into place. Butler passed the last card to each of the men sitting around him, his claws pulling the cards he wanted in close and up his sleeve. Sometimes the only way to win at cards was to cheat at cards. 

Andre cursed under his breath as his skeletal fingers flipped over the double of hearts Butler had replaced the Queen he would have been dealt with. His hand was now abysmal. 

And Butler was glad it was. It gave him a fighting chance. He held in the devilish smile that curved across his muzzle. He couldn’t give up the game now. 

“I fold,” Andre muttered, placing his hands on the table. “Guess tonight’s not my night.”

“There will be other nights,” Butler said, snapping his cards down. “I’m in.”

The Tarling brothers across the way glanced between their large, clawed hands. They had a habit of sharing their cards, and goading each other on. Butler knew it would never be allowed at another game table, but he didn’t care. Not his circus, not his monkeys.

It made it all the easier to cheat them.

“We’re in,” The Tarlings said, decidedly as one. Butler knew they had yet to realize they couldn’t mix and match from each other’s hands.

“And I’m sorry but I’ve got to fold,” disgusting wet Toby said. 

Across the way, Eskender Ryber chewed his lip with his stupid square teeth. His gaze flicked to Butler. “You know,” He drawled slow and infuriating, “I’m in, but with a catch.”

His pale hands, knuckles bruised pink, pushed another clinking pile of coin to the middle. Butler threw a few more coins in the pile too. Fair was fair.

“And what, pray tell, is your catch, Ryber?” Butler said, his claws drumming pointedly on the table wood.

“You tell us why you’re named Butler,” Eskender said. One of his ugly twig eyebrows arched.

Andre’s skull spun on the column of his spine. He stared Butler in the eyes. “You know, I’d like to hear that too.”

The Tarling brothers made an agreement, and disgusting wet Toby licked his eyeball which was basically a yes. Butler’s claws drummed. He had no intention of telling these people anything. Saying anything was dangerous. He owed them nothing.

“Fine,” he said. “I’ll accept your catch, Ryber.”

There was no way he was going to lose. He knew exactly what cards he had dealt Ryber, and his own were better. He had made certain to keep his own hand royal. With a little cheating, he would take the cash and tell no one his secrets, and no one would be the wiser.

Dagda and Fachta Tarling, to the left of the dealer, threw their hands down as was their right. As Butler had engineered, Dagda’s hand was three of hearts, seven of clubs, five of clubs, a four of spades, and a eight of diamonds. Fachta’s hand held a two of diamonds, a nine of clubs, a three of spades, a six of diamonds, and a lonely little seven of hearts. 

“We have pairs!” they cried in unison.

“Once again, gentleman, this is not a doubles game,” Butler drawled. “You can’t play from each other’s hand.”

The brother’s face fell. They looked between each other, round cheeks and four mouths falling into blood red frowns. Poor babies.

Eksender placed his cards down. “Read them and weep, Butler.”

A royal flush, of the heart variety. It seemed Butler wasn’t the only one cheating. He was annoyed that someone else was onto his game. 

“Well, we seem to be at a standstill,” Butler said as he placed his cards down. “Royal flush, clubs.”

They were tied. For now. With two cheaters in the house, Butler figured he had better get his story straight. 

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