#micro-fic? fic concept?

[room-surprise]

Kabumisu vampire AU

(Art by my spouse)

Vampire hunter Kabru, whose village was destroyed when a vampire warlord razed it to the ground, meets vampire Mithrun, who lost everything when he was turned into a vampire by the same warlord. They both want revenge. Mithrun is an outcast for wanting to kill his maker, and he's barely alive when Kabru finds him. Kabru sees the potential in him, and suggests that they work together.

Mithrun becomes Kabru's partner, his weapon that he uses against other vampires and monsters. Other vampires look down on Mithrun, they call him a pet, a tool, a race traitor. Other hunters think Kabru is crazy to trust Mithrun, but he does trust him. They have an understanding. They work well together, and become famous as an unstoppable team.

At first, it's cold and pragmatic, but Kabru is incapable of being unkind to someone, and Mithrun slowly learns to feel something other than rage and pain under Kabru's care. He finds himself looking forward to every day because Kabru is by his side.

Mithrun mostly feeds on animal blood, but once in awhile, to keep his strength up, Kabru lets him drink his blood. Mithrun doesn't eat regular food anymore, but he makes sure that Kabru eats regularly, because Kabru is very prone to forgetting. They take care of each other.

They make love tenderly by candlelight and cuddle afterwards. Kabru tells Mithrun that when they've gotten their revenge, they can find someplace quiet to live together, where nobody will bother them, and nobody has to know Mithrun is a vampire. Mithrun hasn't wanted anything since he was turned, but slowly, he starts to want that future that Kabru keeps promising him.

Mithrun cries for the first time in hundreds of years when he thinks Kabru has died. He thinks about having to go on without Kabru, and the tears start flowing uncontrollably.

Mithrun's senses are enhanced as a vampire, and so he loves Kabru's scent and taste. He's constantly stealing and wearing his clothing at every opportunity, because it makes him feel good to be surrounded by the familiar scent. It feels like home.

[wroteclassicaly]

Whatever you do, don’t think about Steve holding his newborn baby’s hand in his palm, pressing theirs against his, observing with shining eyes of admiration — the way that his palm looks massive as it cradles their tiny fist and fingers. He’s ever-so-gentle, because they’re new and he feels like he could break them if he blinked the wrong way. He’s had many trophies, lots of things made of glass, but nothing this fragile. He’s never known a love like this before. As his baby stirs, the crown of its small head nestled within his other hand, tiny body resting comfortably along his muscular forearm - he’s amazed that something so beautiful, so perfect — is something that he helped make, that’s a literal part of him.

[quirkle2]

who wants zombie au writing. don't answer that ur getting it anyway (1.6k words)

His shoes knock against the old flooring of the house, wood creaking under rubber soles that slide over the woodgrain. He drags them a bit, lifts his limbs up no more than he strictly has to, and they lead him to the nearest sittable surface.

The couch is old and dusty and has likely gone untouched for months, much like everything else nowadays, so he watches the thin cloud of dust billow off the cushions largely with disinterest. He collapses into the fabric heavily, feels the whole thing scoot back an inch and hit the wall behind him. The sound echoes, carried by lifeless rooms, while he unceremoniously drops his backpack to the floor by his feet.

The breath he lets out is slow and methodical and born of pent up muscles, aimed at the ceiling where he rests his neck against the back of the couch and relaxes every limb one by one. It’s a process he forces himself through, if only to rid the constant ache beneath his skin.

Slow, sweeping footsteps meander around the room in front of him, and Ritsu angles his gaze down from his craned back position to look at his brother. He wanders, like he so often does—seemingly aimless, but there’s something procedural about it that he’s convinced he just hasn’t figured out yet.

Shigeo’s empty eyes crawl along the hearth of the fireplace, explosions of ash sprayed out across the red brick. His head tilts up to trace his attention around the angular lines of the television, hung on the wall and screen grey with dust. He flits back and forth between the roundness of the bricked mantle and the sharp edges of the screen, like he’s taking notes.

Shigeo paws the television. Four lines of muck are cleared. The zombie blinks, paws at it again with dusty, curious fingers. Ritsu watches him make a mess of the television screen in silence, blinking tiredly.

He almost closes his eyes, but he fights against the urge and moves his fingers down his lap to reach for his bag. His middle hooks around the loop at the top and he lugs it up and into his lap, where he unzips it and peers into the shadowy contents.

Ritsu fishes out the water bottles. He finds the one with the messy R scribbled along the cap in sharpie and takes a big swig of it. It’s warm going down, constantly insulated in a bag of old, sweaty clothes. He feels like he can taste the odor in it, but it clears the grain in his throat from stomping all over dirt roads today, so he’s still grateful.

He holds out the one labeled S to Shigeo. “Thirsty?”

Shigeo looks at him from where he’s crouched down to the floor now, inspecting the soot along the hearth. Unfortunately, he sees handprints in the black already, and when his brother reaches a hand out to take it, his palm is covered in soot.

He lets him have his fun and settles his own bottle back in the mess of tangled clothes and rolls of bandages. Ritsu rakes his fingers through their stock with no real purpose—he knows exactly what’s in here, and none of it is useful.

They’d been searching all day; Ritsu doesn’t really know how far they’d walked, but it had to be a lot of miles. In and out of stores, up and down empty houses, weaving between warehouses—they didn’t really stop for a break. Not when Ritsu can hear Shigeo’s stomach from here and he himself has shaking hands. They can’t afford a break.

Nothing, though. Not a single goddamn thing worth taking. A settlement must have come through here long ago and swept the highway. They’re in the countryside, where houses are spaced out acres from each other and there’s entire cow pastures between properties. And yet every house they’d seen and entered provided nothing.

Ritsu stares into the negative space in his bag where there should be supplies. His stomach cramps and if he smells another whiff of that godawful sweaty, bloody sweatshirt he still carries, he’s going to throw up bile.

He leans away from the open pouch, eyes wandering to his brother who draws… something into the soot of the hearth. His water bottle sits on the floor, abandoned and still unscrewed. Ritsu leans forward with great effort and a grunt, leaning over his bag to grab at the top of it.

It takes him two tries to get Shigeo’s attention, and one more for an answer on where the cap is. It’s then placed in his palm, covered in soot and also saliva. Ritsu swallows down the nausea that rolls up his throat and wipes it off with his frankly already disgusting sleeve, and screws it back on.

He leans back again, succumbing to the urge to let his eyes rest, and he listens to the very subtle swipe of his brother’s hands across brick. There’s birds outside, chirping, and even though it’s still very much a common occurrence, Ritsu cannot help but feel nostalgic about it.

If he ignores the awful hum of silence, and the distinct lack of an electric thrum throughout the walls, and the fact that this is a stranger’s couch and not his, he can almost imagine normalcy. He can almost say this feels like those quiet moments after school, when he settles on the couch and scrolls through his phone in a house that only holds him and his brother because their parents simply aren’t home yet.

He can almost hear the creak of wood from Shigeo walking around his room upstairs. He can almost tap his fingers on the couch cushions to the pattern of his brother making his way down the steps. He can almost hear the fridge opening, and the sound of milk being poured into glass.

Almost. But Ritsu listens to sharp silence instead, and he tries not to think too hard.

He drifts for a while, feels himself truly sink into the couch and let the cushions claim him, and he thinks about nothings because if he doesn’t, then he’ll lose it. He carefully sifts through the nothingness of his mind, through the passing thoughts that have no bearing, and he focuses on that, on the lack of substance. His head is too full of things that have too much substance.

He misses boredom. He tells himself he misses boredom—the complete insubstantiality of it—because if he lets himself think of what he really misses, it’ll drive him insane.

The cushions move, and Ritsu peels his eyes open and lets himself get pulled from liminal mindspace. The cotton in his head recedes, and he blinks, and then he’s swiveling his head to look at his brother who sits in the cushion right next to him.

His hands and the cuffs of his hoodie are smothered in black. Shigeo sits hunched, gaze still wandering even when there’s not much decoration in this house to look at. He studies the off-white walls, the chips in the paint, the holes drilled in where there maybe used to be photos hung.

Ritsu gazes at him quietly, chest instinctively rising and falling to match his brother’s rhythm. He watches the expansion there, under his hoodie, in the subtlety of the folds and the way they warp over the movement. It’s slightly quicker than what he’s used to, but Ritsu knows his brother’s heart rate is much slower. He’s felt it before. He’s listened to it before, with his ear against a chest.

Ritsu’s attention moves to his eyes, and the heavy bags underneath them, and the paleness of his pupils and the ghostlight of him underneath that. He stares into them, looks for stray, familiar thoughts that might enter his head. Looks for old memories that might shine through in the form of recognition when he sees furniture layouts, and candy wrappers, and ads for soda.

Ritsu looks for it all the time, that glint of familiarity. And he finds it, sometimes. And really, he thinks that’s keeping him going more than food ever will.

Shigeo turns his head, and looks at him. Sometimes, when his brother looks at him, there’s not much there. No substance, no anything. And Ritsu finds it a bit evil that he craves silence in his own head, and yet noise in Shigeo’s, and often times it is the other way around.

His brother looks at him now, though, with that comforting recognition. That growth of the pupils, that softening of the hard edges of his face where unknown stressors have gotten to him. Ritsu wonders what zombies get stressed out. He figures it’s the same deal with humans, considering they’re largely alike.

Ritsu wonders if Shigeo knows he’s sick. He wishes he could ask him. He wishes for a lot of things. Silence in his own head is one of them.

Ritsu swivels his head away and stares at the ceiling, if only to force the thoughts to pause. He studies the popcorn ridges above them, traces the peaks with his gaze. It calms him, gives him something to focus on. He looks for patterns in the shadows they make.

Shigeo shifts next to him. And then he shimmies down, settles into the cushions, and plops his head right down on Ritsu’s shoulder.

Static roars in his mind and his heart stammers. Ritsu swallows the lump in his throat but that just makes it bigger, so he clamps his mouth shut and breathes carefully through his nose.

The tears cut through the grime on his face. He plops his own head down against his brother’s, and lives in the noise.

[adhd-merlin]

Masquerade

Fill for @merlinmicrofic prompt: 'Masquerade', Merlin/Gwaine, Gen, 100 words masquerade: a disguise, false show, or pretense.

Very little fazes Gwaine since Merlin’s become Court Sorcerer. Arcane tongues, foul potions, strange disguises – he’s taken it all in his stride.

The breasts, however, are new.

“The most stunning woman you’ve seen.”

Gwaine looks up – at Merlin's pretty face, framed by dark curls. “What?”

“It’s what you called that woman at the tavern.”

“Ah.” Gwaine’s memories of the previous night are hazy. “Jealous?”

Merlin shakes his head. “Fairly confident.”

“About?”

“That by the time I’m done with you, you won’t even remember what she looked like.”

Merlin steps closer and kisses him. Gwaine doesn’t tell him he’s already forgotten.

[hotchnerwrites]

hi!! love your hotch fics so much. I have a request for a hotch fic with a bau reader, maybe someone who’s very extroverted with the team but shy around hotch and hotch notices. up to you where you want to take it!!

The Olive Branch

part two ▷

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x BAU!reader

Word Count: 0.9k

Warnings: SFW, mutual crushes, minor misunderstanding

A/N: i JUMPED at this request, i have been wanting to write this for so long omfgggg!!!! i hope u like it!!! enjoy <3

My requests are open. Send me stuff! :)

PS. I've stopped adding the three starter pics to my fics (hopefully temporarily) bc tumblr is being uncooperative and won't minimise them. looks nasty with 3 images smh.

It was his job to read people. To break down micro-expressions, decode behavioural changes, and anticipate actions before they happen. In the field, these skills had saved the lives of victims and team members alike.

But somehow, when it came to you, Aaron Hotchner found himself at a complete loss.

It wasn’t something he had noticed consciously. At least, not at first. When you arrived on your first day of work, he had made some superficial observations that remained at the edge of your awareness— quick to befriend the team, understand their dynamics and find your niche. You were so vibrant and easy with the others. You went toe-to-toe with Morgan’s teasing and could even keep up with Reid’s incessant chatter.

But with Aaron? A clipped “Yes, sir” or an awkward “Of course, Agent Hotchner”. It was always stilted, and he got the feeling that you carefully measured your words when interacting with him.

It wasn’t outright hostility. You were his coworker at the end of the day. But it wasn’t comfortable either. And Hotch had spent far too long being avoided by people outside of work to mistake it for anything else.

You did not like him.

Aaron didn’t blame you for it. He knew his reputation as a Unit Chief— he was a hard-ass; he demanded a lot and could shut down jokes in the middle of a case. He barely even spoke about his life outside work. He had spent years convincing himself that maintaining this distance was necessary, that he couldn’t afford to be anyone’s friend, lest he put them in harm’s way.

But with you? Aaron couldn’t help but feel a slight twinge of regret at the way things had turned out.

———

The idea wasn’t fully formed. Hell, it was barely a concept of an idea.

It had been a long day of paperwork, and as the others were heading out for the night, Hotch noticed you skulking around García’s desk, staring at something.

A pen. Not just any pen— it was an engraved fountain pen that Penelope’s stepfather had gifted her.

“Pretty,” you had mumbled to yourself, “I used to have one just like that.”

It was a simple enough thing, and Hotch didn’t waste time overthinking it. The next day, he picked up a similar pen— nothing overly expensive, just well-made and practical, personal but not intimate.

A peace offering.

It was Aaron’s attempt at making things right.

———

He left it on your desk before the day started with a short note.

Thought you might like this. - A.H.

He’d be lying if he wasn’t nervous. Still, he tried not to set his expectations too high. 

But then he watched you find the pen.

You froze, fingers dancing over the box as if afraid to touch it. Then, carefully, you picked it up, turning it over like it was made of glass.

Hotch didn’t know what he had expected. A thank you? A nod of acknowledgement? Less awkward interactions? That would have been enough. Instead, you smiled. A small, private thing. The kind you offered JJ in quiet moments or to Emily after a tough case. A real genuine smile.

And then— you sought him out.

“Sir,” you started, cornering him after a briefing. Your tone was muted as usual, but there was no note of avoidance in it anymore. Just something he couldn’t quite place. “Thank you. For the pen. You didn’t have to… but I really appreciate it.”

Aaron had opened his mouth to brush it off, to tell you it was nothing, but then you dropped your gaze, fingers fidgeting with the cap of the pen. He couldn’t quite put a finger on your body language… but it was slowly dawning on him. 

Aaron Hotchner was realising that he had read you incredibly wrong.

———

The realisation didn’t fully hit him until later that night.

He’d been reviewing annual evaluations, half a glass of bourbon abandoned at the edge of his desk. He’d been fighting sleep for over an hour now— it had been a long week.

Aaron’s mind kept circling back to you. To your smile when you’d picked the pen up.

You, who were always warm and open with the team but hesitant and distant from him. You, who had nevertheless accepted his gift with something more than gratitude. You, who lingered just a fraction of a second too long after thanking him, eyes nervously darting up to his before skittering away.

Hotch exhaled audibly, rubbing a hand over his face. He couldn’t get the image of the way you had looked at him today out of his mind. You had really looked at him, a mixture of hesitance and nerves. The pen had been an underdeveloped idea for extending an olive branch, but you had smiled at it like it meant something.

As he stared off into space, paperwork long forgotten, the pieces slowly clicked into place with the kind of clarity that made him feel like an absolute idiot.

You weren’t shy around him because you disliked him.

In fact, therein lay the answer.

You were shy around him because you liked him.

It should’ve been so obvious. The very idea of it. It had danced around his face, and had it been anyone else, he would have seen it immediately. Yet, when it came to himself, apparently he was blind.

A profiler, indeed.

Aaron wasn’t sure what to do with this epiphany. Was he allowed to do anything? But also, did he really care that much about outdated FBI guidelines? He only knew one thing. For the first time in a long time, the idea of someone likinghim— not respecting, not tolerating, but actually liking him— made something warm and fuzzy settle in his chest.

Hotch leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling. Then he huffed a quiet, self-deprecating laugh, shaking his head at his ignorance.

Maybe he was getting old.

part two ▷

Thank you for reading! I appreciate any likes/comments/reblogs/follows. Constructive criticism is welcome. Do not plagiarise my content and/or post it anywhere without crediting me.

Dividers by @/cafekitsune

[tomikashii]

Hi hi, just wondering if you could do a tkdb fic thing with a player/reader that shows affection by biting. Like, they're happy or just feeling super affectionate and leans over to just nom on the ghoul's arm or back or shoulder.

Also, not affection with biting like when they're mad or annoyed; although angry ones hurt and affectionate ones are just a nom (or possible hickey). Like, the angry one is just a hard chimp that will VERY MUCH leave teeth marks (for example, a ghoul keeps sticking their hand near the face, gets annoying so just chomp).

Feel free to not do it, I just thought it'd be a funny idea considering how a few of the characters are (Specifically Ed with his vampire-ness and Rui with bites through clothes (also Taiga but we ignore that he'll spawn))

tokyo debunker : the ghouls with mc who bites out of affection/no affection

to anon : thank you so much for the ask !! 🩷 I REALLY HAD A BLAST WITH THIS CONCEPT !! i hope you enjoy it as much as i enjoyed writing this <33

⚠️ : some are a little suggestive (?) so minors DNI !

frostheim

jin kamurai

he was ordering you around his room, asking you to clean his laundry & keep his room tidy.

you finally had enough of his constant micro-managing around his room that pounced on his back, before grabbing his shoulders and bit on him.

“.... what are you doing ?” he asked, with his face in an unreadable expression as you continued chewing on his arm. (he finds it cute though)

tohma ishibashi

another one who micro-manages around you and would tease you

you finally had enough and bite on his arm, making him look up at you in surprise

small smile crept on his face as he analysed your grumpy expression as he apologises for his teasing (he is not, he continued teasing you)

lucas errant

was super shocked when you suddenly bit him out of affection and how ‘cute he was being’

his brain was processing, thinking that maybe you were hungry and offered you his biscuits

after explaining to him, he smiles and said that he will take note of the small habit of yours

kaito fuji

starts screaming because he thought you have lost all your sanity

after he realises that you are just biting him because you are mad about his unnecessary overthinking, he got embarrassed

would want you to bite him more often🧍🏻‍♀️(the hinting was CRAZY)

vagastrom

alan mido

another “are you okay ? are you hungry ?”

he was so confused as you continued chewing his arm out of affection when he was telling you about how you shouldn't get involved with him

the biting didn't really hurt him btw, it just felt like the campus cats nibbling onto him playfully

leo kurosagi

starts yelling because it HURTS HIM

calls you crazy after that but it doesn't stop him from continuously waving his hand at your face or teasing you

now he has better reflexes whenever he knows you are gonna bite down at him

sho haizono

this guy is so amused as you bite on him when he was teasing you

“woah, did i forget to feed you ?” he teases again as you roll your eyes and then biting on him harder

he starts laughing (OH MY GOD) even harder and starts apologising while laughing

jabberwock

haru sagara

“WHAT ARE YOU ? PEEKABOO ?”

starts laughing wholeheartedly as he compares you to peekaboo. (lets face it, he would take it as a regular occurrence)

would pat your head too as you bite on his arm 😭 (he REALLY doesn't take you seriously)

towa otonashi

confused. just confused. starts laughing because he thinks you are so cute biting onto him

then he realises that you reminded him of the fox that bit haru and he bites you back (?)

yea you never bit him after that because towa's version of biting gave you a big hickey on your arm 💀

ren shiranami

another one who calls you crazy

would threaten to get ritsu to sue you as you bite on him harder

he got used to it though and whenever you bite him, he just yells and apologises for whatever he did that made you bite down on him

sinostra

taiga hoshibami

“getting bold now, kitty-cat ?” he smirks as you bite down on his arm.

you must have the balls of steel to even think of biting down on taiga. (you were never to be seen again as you disappeared into his room)

now he leaves bite marks around you and expects you to leave him some as well

romeo scorpio lucci

STARTS YELLING (with red tinted cheeks)

compares you to taiga LOL “DO YOU WANT TO BE THE SECOND BTH, BB ?!” he yells as you your teeth still biting down onto his arm

- would immediately jump away when he notices you ready to grab his arm to bite it down again

ritsu shinjo

the moment you bite down on him when he was lecturing you about some law article, he instinctively hardened his body in response (your TEETH HURTS)

defends himself and used a law statement that you are not allowed to bite him with no consent

no actually he is pretty embarrassed by your nibbling & now, he doesn't harden his body in instinct around you anymore

hotarubi

subaru kagami

shocked and even thought that lyca's werewolf instincts was rubbing off you 💀

would laugh when he felt your nibbling on his arm and realised that you were just joking around

would want you to do it again but would awkwardly initiate it (just bite him again please)

haku kusanagi

he kept waving at your face and teasing you so much that you had enough and started to BITE DOWN on his fingers

startled yes but starts laughing out loud, comparing you to a cat

would take this as a green light to tease you more and even think that he should bite you too......

zenji kotodama

how are you going to bite him ? 💀

okay but if you somehow do, he would be suprised and yelled out loud, making the doll artifact CHASE YOU

and now you are running down the halls of the hotarubi dorm while the artifact is RIGHT behind you

obscuary

edward hart

calls you lyca 2.0

takes it as a green light that he can bite you too.... (but in a more suggestive way)

so don't be surprised that after you bite him down, his fingers are already at the back of your neck 😳

rui mizuki

HE WAS SO SHOCKED AND HE PANICKED, TRYING TO SHAKE YOU OFF HIS CLOTHES

immediately starts apologising and begs you to stop biting him (he is scared that his curse would go through his clothes)

after that, he was pretty amused with your biting that he started teasing you again (immediately holding his hands up in surrender when you ready to bite him again)

lyca colt

would jump and his ears + tails will pop out because it was so sudden

now this is the part where you explain to him that YOU only do it, not other people & he shouldn't take it as a green light to do it on others 😭

ya no, he bites you back and now subaru is questioning you on why lyca is biting him out of affection...

mortkranken

yuri isami

“WHAT SCANDALOUS ACTION ARE YOU DOING TO ME ?!?!” with furiously red cheeks and sweat

bans you from mortkranken for awhile because he couldn't stop thinking about you biting down on his arm

even thought of giving you a rabies shot.... (jiro talked him out of it)

jiro kirisaki

noncholant king

takes it as a regular occurrence and would even question why are you doing it & was that a reason in particular

he would watch (with slight fondness in his eyes) you bite down on him aggressively (he pictures you as an angry cat)

[just-call-me-by-yn]

TORNADO WARNINGS - spencer reid

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader Content warning: angst, first person pov (most of the fic), swearing, y/n used twice, micro mention of typical CM violence Word count: 2.4k Summary: years pass, but the love you have for Spencer doesn’t disappear. Even though he left you a long time ago and you haven't talked since… until now. a/n: my first truly angsty fic so please be gentle with me. I was playing with this concept for a while and finally got the courage to sit down and finish it recently. hope you like it!! 🤍

I’ve been thinking a lot lately, and I came to the conclusion that love is like a flower, it dies over time. But what if the hypothetical flower would be fake? What if it was made out of plastic or some other durable material? That would be true love. One that’s everlasting.

“When the last flower dies, I’ll stop loving you” he said with a shy smile passing me a fake flower bouquet. “I– JJ said it would be more romantic to give you fake flowers and say that phrase instead of giving you roses or some other fresh flowers, so I just-”

“They’re perfect, but just so you know, I will have to throw them away if they’ll die.” I replied, my tone was playful in hopes that it would calm his thoughts, which I simply knew were running at sonic speed.

The flowers made out of plastic lose color with time, the vibrance of the petals washes away and the pigment of the leaves turns into a gray-ish tone of green. But the reminder of what used to be great and strong, colored and saturated is still there.

My hand reached for the blend of fake flowers, a grimace appeared on my face. It’s been years since I’ve even talked to him. The thought came to my mind of how I shouldn’t feel this hurt after over half a decade from the break-up. I am well aware that I shouldn’t keep the flowers, not even when they bring me comfort on lonely nights, smiles on awful days, just to make me uncontrollably sob later. I know it isn’t healthy. They were the sign of empty promises. Lovely words from a liar's mouth. But I still couldn’t push myself to take them off the shelf. Throwing them away would also mean that my part of the promise would be broken as well, and I just needed that safety net to keep up the peaceful state of mind. They didn’t die yet. Sure, maybe a couple of leaves have broken off and the petals started to tear, but the fake plant was still mostly intact.

My heart didn’t feel like it was going to be mending any time soon. I wasn’t obsessing over Spencer, but when I had a rough day at work, I used to put earbuds in and play any old voicemail recordings he had left for me. The most beloved one was of him telling me how proud he was of me. It was recorded after I announced that I got promoted.

“It’s not going to work out” he muttered under his breath as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “I am not interested in seeing you anymore.”

My whole body froze. Did I hear him properly? Was this a nightmare or maybe a cruel joke?

“Excuse me?” the question came out of my mouth faster than I could process it.

“I am sorry, it’s not because of you, it’s me. I just can’t continue this relationship.” he looked everywhere but not at me, which felt like opening a wound that hasn't had any time to heal.

All I could do was choke out a weak, surprised laughter as I blinked away the tears.

“It’s so cliché. You can hear it in most romantic movies.” my voice sounded like it didn’t belong to me, oddly strange.

“Actually according to Merriam-Webster the phrase was originated by Zachary Spence in a newspaper as a sporting reference, though it morphed into a break-up line in 1991, but it was widely popularized in 1993 by– what?” he answered finally giving me his attention, confused as why I couldn’t stop looking at him, but I was taking every second to let his image sink into my memory.

“It’s just that- I’m going to miss your constant rambling, the oversharing” The corners of my mouth twitched as I tried my very best to smile, even if it hurt like hell.

And I do, still, after six years, going strong with a hollow chest. The moment I took off the ring of my finger felt like a punch in the gut, though a little piece of me knew that he wouldn’t leave me without a strong, fundamental reasoning.

Now, every time I read an article about god knows what I keep asking myself: does Spencer already know that? What I tell myself, is that he is a walking encyclopedia, of course he would know. But I shouldn't care, right?

My friends repeat “life goes on” like a mantra, and my parents say “it’ll get better”. But it’s not that simple.

Not when we were planning our future together and all of a sudden it gets thrown, like pawns off the checker of a chessboard. Game over. Start again. Good luck next time… with someone else.

Of course our relationship wasn’t perfect. Though constant worrying probably has reduced my life expectancy by a long run, I would gladly rather live less with him by my side than spend eternity without him.

Then a sudden knock at the door shredded all the thoughts that occupied my head, just to replace them with a question of who could it be? It was already getting dark out early and chilly rain was hitting the windows, quickly running down the glass panes, making a calming sound.

I took one… two… three careful steps out of the bedroom, another five to the front door. My fingers touched the cover of the peephole that I was instructed to set up by Reid when I was living in my former apartment. His story about a 'murderous peeping Tom' case (which was my name for it) got stuck in my mind, so this item was the last thing I took from my old place and the first thing I installed in the new home.

A quick stare through the viewer made me stumble backwards, turn around from the door just to cover my mouth with a shaky hand and place the other arm around my stomach. Suddenly I felt the heat run through my body, that couldn’t contrast more with the weather outside. I felt sick. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and before I could regret the decision I was about to make I unlocked and opened the door.

And there he stood in all his glory though his face was drained of emotions, he had dark circles under the eyes and a shadow of stubble, quite honestly he just looked like he had seen better days. But it was still Spencer.

“How did you–”

“Garcia.” I nodded at his response. “May I come in?”

As a silent invitation I just moved away from the door frame letting him pass me in the threshold. I could feel my hands begin to tremble, my nostrils started flaring and then there was a bitter taste caused by his presence, that somehow felt like venom in my mouth. All I was thinking of at that moment was that I couldn't hold it in any longer, and that the best outlet I could think of was the door, which I slammed as hard as my strength would have let me. A loud thud filled the apartment making Spencer flinch and his hand to fly to his chest almost instantly.

“How fucking dare you, huh?” I blew up.

It was weird how quickly my emotions could change. I didn’t know that I could be this sour, until the time I heard him speak, telling me that his friend from BAU basically stalked me down, for him to walk right into my safe haven, and make all the ghosts of memories disappear and for him to stand there, flesh and blood.

“You have to hear me out. Please." He was very hurt, I could even hear it in his voice as he pleaded, but it didn’t make sense to me. At least not at first, not until he explained it to me later.

“Spencer, you broke up with me, and that was years ago. What? Did you come by to get a cookie for breaking my heart? Like goddamn it.” I was clenching and unclenching my hands, open hand to fist, again and again.

“Let me explain,” he pinched the bridge of his nose, as if the words he was about to speak were slowly causing him a headache “It wanted to protect you, and I am sincerely sorry for hurting you. You have to understand that it was all for your safety. It wasn't my intention to cause you pain.”

“What are you even talking about?” my anger was slowly washing away to let the confusion take its turn.

“I had too. There was this one unsub, when we started getting in his way he decided to target the people who were close to us . I got worried when he-” he paced around the room and he looked like he was struggling with what words to use to make it all make sense.

“When he what?” I demanded an answer.

“We found his letter addressed to us and you were on the list. It was a hit list. Breaking it off with you was the only idea I had besides trying to have someone watch over you when I couldn’t. If I told you, you would have been trying to find another way to make it work. I know you, y/n. You would try to fight and risk your life. I couldn’t let you be so reckless”

“And what took you so long to tell me about it? It’s been years” I grabbed my shirt right around the collar and crinkled it in my first. My heart was burning in an unknown sensation, that was something I couldn’t describe. I wouldn't be able to do it even now.

“He was on a run for all those years. Just leaving breadcrumbs. We finally got him a few weeks ago,” His eyes were looking everywhere but mine and it felt like agony, though it didn’t cut deeper than betrayal. “y/n you have to know I did it all because I care about you, and it hurt me as well.”

“You know, I never… never truly found anyone, I couldn’t move on and it’s all because of you. It’s because you wrecked me Spencer. Ruin me for everyone else. Because a piece of me still loves you. A piece of me waited, but-” He reached with his hand to touch on my arm “don’t you dare touch me! You have no right to just walk back in and expect me to act, as if I wasn’t lonely and feeling unwanted for over half a decade”

I couldn’t hold back tears any longer, saying those words made me finally acknowledge the feelings I felt for so many years. And it made me ache, like someone ripped my soul out, stomped on it solely to put it back into my body again.

“We were engaged for God’s sake!” I tried to stay calm. I really did. However, yelling out my feelings made me think clearer. “And I tried to be a bigger person, tried to give you space. Forget about it, but it’s hard, when you told me it wouldn’t work out, out of the blue.”

“I tried to keep you alive y/n! And I am genuinely sorry. I am not begging you to forgive me because I know it feels like it was ages ago when we were together. I just want you to consider us and try to make it through this.”

“You sound like a crazy person right now,” I shook my head in disbelief, my mouth flew agape “lying to me, hiding the truth when omitting the fact that someone was planning to take my life, one way or another… I fear this is not something I can get over Spencer.”

From the perspective of time this wasn’t the greatest fear of mine. The thing I was frightened by the most, was that I would give in too easily. I knew I was able to forgive him, deep down I was sure I would bend if he asked me again.

“Okay,” he nodded, almost like he suddenly dissociated himself completely from being present. It felt like he mentally disappeared though his body still stood tall in front of me. He was no longer confident in what he believed in after my words, like all his will to fight for the relationship that we used to have, exited his being with a single lonely tear escaping his eye. He wiped it off immediately with the back of his hand. “I better get going then.”

"I think it would be better for the both of us, if you did." The emotions started to settle in my gut. I couldn't make him stay.

"Alright. goodnight." he said those words, probably hoping this wouldn't be our last goodbye. "Just think about it, okay?"

I nodded as I opened the door before him. When he left the tears started to flow down my cheeks again. This time they were like waterfalls of my broken heart and they were running wild. I just dropped to the floor. The loud sobs were echoing through my apartment as I curled myself into a fetal position.

"So…" you started not knowing what else to say "what do you think?"

The woman on the chair next to you carefully removed her glasses and set them on the table, along with a notepad.

"I think this story you just told me is a very unique and tragic love story," she said confidently "and a very unfortunate one at that"

You shifted uncomfortably on the couch you were sitting on for the past thirty minutes. You were nervously playing with your hands and chewing on your already puffy lips. Dumping the trauma was tiring you even more than your lack of sleep, due to the situation you were still digesting.

"Then, what should I do?" you ask looking up at the therapist, expecting a clear direction.

"I am not here to tell you what you should or shouldn't do…" she said in a calm voice and took a sip of whatever was in her white mug. "My only input here is supposed to be helping you understand your emotions, however, I can tell you to trust yourself and what you decide to do, the instincts usually don't lie"

my masterlist ♥

[adult-kinda]

Just A Friend

Warnings: student athlete! Sunghoon, bimbo student! fem! Reader, smut, cheating(?), Sunghoon is high key a dick, yeah I got bored one day chat [I was scrolling through and saw a creator do a fic that’s similar to the ending of this one? I wrote mine before reading theirs so I apologize for unintended similarities! Here’s the link to that one]

In which Sunghoon doesn’t have a concept of a best friend…

Sunghoon didn’t see the problem. You were his best friend and have always been since middle school. You knew him better than anyone and he was the same for you. He always thought you were a little bit ditzy and it only got worse as you got older. Anytime he saw a cloud of pink glittery girly shit Sunghoon knew you were in his line of sight.

Things didn’t change as you got older. Not even in university when he found his friend group. The guys were introduced to you on accident and it almost didn’t end well.

-

“Who’s that sexy thing over there?” Jake asked teasingly.

Jay and Sunghoon turned around to see who he was talking about. The hockey team just won the state championship and Sunghoon brought his two roommates to the party to celebrate. Those two seemed more interested in finding a body where Sunghoon was there for drinks and fun. But when the athlete saw who Jake was talking about he straight up saw red.

“No. She’s off limits.” He said.

Jake and Jay looked confused. “Bro do you know her?” Jay asked.

The boy shrugged causally. “Something like that.”

Jake’s eyes widened a bit. “What do you mean ‘something like that?’ You get bitches and never told us?”

Sunghoon didn’t answer. The rest of the guys’ questions fell on deaf ears. He just watched you dance around for a few more seconds until you saw him.

“Hoonie!” You squealed.

He smirked and picked you up when you ran into his arms. “Hi pretty girl.”

The two guys looked even more lost. They didn’t know much about you. Yeah they had seen a photo or two on Sunghoon’s wall in the apartment and maybe your contact in his phone was a little suspect, but they didn’t really pay any mind to it. Last year he had mentioned his best friend was coming to the school but they thought it was a guy or some girl from his childhood that he wasn’t super attached to. But there you were.

There you stood in the flesh looking more Paris Hilton than Paris Hilton did. The pink ensemble and that obnoxious lip gloss, and that damn whiney voice. Who even were you, a living Barbie doll? And how in the world did Sunghoon know you?

“Bro you never said anything about a girl!” Jake shrieked.

Sunghoon turned around after setting you back on solid ground. “I don’t. This is my best friend, my pretty girl.”

Jay frowned and looked you up and down. He was searching for something, any reason to believe that Sunghoon not only wasn’t dating you, but that he even associated with you.

“The girl you have as bestie on your phone? The one with the pink obsession, this is her?” He asked baffled.

Sunghoon nodded. “Princess, say hi.”

You waved at them. “Hi! I’m Sunghoon’s girl, it’s nice to meet you guys!”

They were absolutely stunned. There was no way in hell that their hockey playing ice cold playboy-esc friend was with you… however he wanted to put it. It wasn’t adding up.

“Um… hi I’m Jay.” He greeted politely.

Jake smirked and shamelessly checked you out. If you were just friends then he wouldn’t mind tapping that. “I’m Jake.”

You smiled and turned back to Sunghoon as if the other two didn’t exist.

“Hoonie how do you like my outfit?” You asked in that whiney voice that made the other two cringe a bit.

Sunghoon motioned for you to do a spin even though he had already made up his mind. You were flaunting that mini, borderline micro skirt with that stupid baby tee. And those damn Versace platforms he spent a good amount on for you. And of course you had to flash him and the guys with that spin. He got the cutest glimpse of your barely covered pussy, lips out from the g-string seemingly fitting slightly too small. In his head the whole outfit was stupid, stupidly hot. You were giving 2000s baddie vibes and he was really into it. With a tug of the waistband Sunghoon was gonna prove that he liked the outfit.

“Sexy as always, princess. Anyone hit on you tonight?” He inquired.

You nodded your head and leaned into his chest. “A few guys but none of them can fuck me like you.”

That made the guys look so shocked.

“Fuck her?” Jake asked.

Sunghoon turned to them and shrugged. “Yeah, why?”

Jay finally caught his breath after nearly choking on his rum and coke. “What do you mean why Bro you told us that she’s your girl best friend! You realize that’s not a normal thing to do, right?”

You frowned at Jay’s words. “But Hoonie treats me like a princess! He says I deserve pretty privileges and when I’m needy I should go to him.”

Jay looks at you and then looks at Sunghoon who was confused like he was the idiot.

“Is she dumb?” Jake muttered to the other boy.

Sunghoon rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to you. “Ignore them, pretty. I’m always gonna take care of you, you know that. Your health, your safety, your love, and your needy body are all mine to care for. Don’t worry your dumb pretty little head with these things, okay?”

You giggled and nodded. When you looked up Sunghoon’s lips met yours for a kiss that further confused the two guys. It wasn’t a casual peck of a mistake made by friends. This kiss was intentional and raw. Sunghoon’s tongue wasted no time entering your hot cavern tasting your cherry gloss and Pink Whitney. What even was this relationship?

“Princess, what have I told you about that alcohol?” He scolded.

You rolled your eyes and batted your eyes. “It was only one shot, and I poured it all by myself!”

Sunghoon hummed and let his hands grasp your ass like he owned it (he did). The tension between you two made Jake and Jay teeter between uncomfortable and confused. They never felt so much like awkward third wheels in their lives until now.

“Um… should we like leave?” Jake mumbled.

Before Jay could answer Sunghoon glanced at the guys standing next to him.

“Why do you guys look like that?” He asked.

The two just motioned to you who was attached to Sunghoon’s neck already leaving hickeys like it was a full time job. That made him look down at your smaller figure and whisper something in your ear that made you giggle and pull off of him.

“Jake, Hoonie says that you found me pretty!” You said in that ditzy tone.

Jake went red and shook his head. “I mean yeah but I think Sunghoon would kill me if I even tried anything.”

You giggled and nodded. “Maybe, he says his friends are off limits for me. He takes such good care of me!”

That made the older boy smirk at Jake who was already rolling his eyes and muttering something about not wanting you anyway. Sunghoon kissed you one more time mostly just for show.

Finally you pulled away and pointed to the guys. “Hoonie, are you spending time with them the whole night?”

He shook his head ready to abandon his boys for you, no questions asked.

“What do you want, pretty baby?” He asked.

You pointed to the dance floor. “I wanna dance with you. Then I want you to do that thing I like with your fingers.”

Sunghoon chuckled followed by a nod. “Lead the way, pretty.”

And just like that he was being whisked away to the dance floor at a random house party. Leaving the two guys to try and figure out what the fuck was going on.

-

You were hard to hate, truthfully. Everyone knew you didn’t really have a concept of what was going on between you and Sunghoon. The collegiate world gave you sympathy as you didn’t know exactly how Sunghoon manipulated your concept of friendship to allow for him to fuck you. And your poor pink glitter-filled brain just didn’t know any better. Even while you had other friends, Sunghoon was different, special.

Girls hated you. Most hated the attention you got from Sunghoon especially because he didn’t care for anyone else. But the one who hated you most was Haerin. When she finally got the honor of dating Sunghoon she didn’t expect you to be a part of the package. Yes she had been warned about the “girl best friend” but Sunghoon assured her that she had nothing to worry about. Little did she know you would be the only thing to worry about. And Sunghoon didn’t see an issue with it, even when it broke her heart.

-

“Hey isn’t Haerin coming over today?” Jay asked.

Sunghoon nodded as he scrolled through his phone. You sat there pretty on his lap watching some reality show on the T.V. Jay frowned at the sight. There was something not right about that friendship.

“So is… she going home?” He asked pointing at you.

That made Sunghoon look up at him confused. “Why would my princess have to go home?”

Jake groaned from the kitchen. “Bro does your girlfriend not get jealous? You always have her all over you! That’s literally supposed to be your girlfriend’s job, not your girl best friend’s.”

Sunghoon looked behind him at Jake you was now rummaging the fridge. Then he looked at Jay who didn’t deny anything he said.

“Hoonie?”

That broke Sunghoon out of his thoughts. “Yes pretty girl?”

You turned to look up at him. “Are they kicking me out?”

He frowned and cupped your cheek. “No, pretty! They’re not doing that! You get to stay right here on my lap, okay? Keep watching your Jersey Shore.”

You pouted. “I don’t like Haerin! She’s always looking at me funny and saying I can’t be friends with you. She says shit like ‘this isn’t healthy’ and ‘that’s not what friends do!’”

Sunghoon shook his head at that. “No princess, you’re my special friend, remember? Nobody else can be your friend like I can and no one else could ever replace you.”

You batted your lashes (that he paid for). “Really?”

“Yeah, really?” Jake muttered from the kitchen. Jay had joined him, both whispering about how strange the whatever-ship you guys had was.

“Of course! No one else can be my dumb little baby.” He teased.

You giggled and leaned in. His lips met yours halfway. The guys turned around when they heard the sound of lips smacking together. Typically you spent your time alone with Sunghoon in his room so seeing you do this in their shared living room was a little uncomfortable.

And as if on cue the doorbell rings. When Jake sees Sunghoon is not even making an effort to move he goes and opens the door himself. He stands at the doorway with a nervous look in his eyes.

“Hi Jake! Is Sunghoon here?” Haerin greets.

He shakes his head. “I don’t think now is a good time, Haerin.”

The girl rolls her eyes. “I didn’t ask if it was a good time, I asked if my boyfriend was here. Now are you gonna let me in?”

He steps aside hesitantly and lets her enter the apartment. She greets Jay before frowning at the couch.

“What the fuck Sunghoon!” She shouts.

Sunghoon pulls away from you and looks up. “Yes? Oh hi. Why am I hearing you’ve been talking bad to my princess?”

“Talking bad? That’s what you’re worried about? I just walked in on my boyfriend kissing another girl in cowgirl and you’re concerned about me talking badly to her? Why the fuck is she here anyway?” She asks.

The two guys look at Sunghoon who shrugs from the couch. “Does it matter? She’s not leaving regardless. Besides you haven’t answered my question.”

That’s when Haerin notices the gloss on his lips. Her heart breaks a little bit but she had a feeling this would happen. She was never his and she never would be. No matter how popular she was in campus or how good of a fuck she bragged about being, she would always come second to you.

“Sunghoon, if you want her then you should just say that!” She says exasperated.

Sunghoon gives her a confused look. “But we’re dating.”

“Exactly!” She shouts. “That’s why you have to set boundaries! I’m supposed to be your number one so there’s no reason for her to be here! You can’t just leave our date nights when she so much as texts you. You can’t kiss her when you’re with me. For fucks sake Sunghoon you put your AirPods in when we have sex! You listen to her moans like she owns you!”

Sunghoon just looks unbothered. She wasn’t wrong about the things he did, he just didn’t see the problem.

“Are you just not gonna say anything? You’re just not gonna fight for me?” She shouted.

Sunghoon just shrugged again.

“Hoonie?” Your voice said.

He immediately responded to you like he was trained. Like he was your damn dog.

“What is it, pretty girl.”

You looked up at him. “Can you make her go away please? I want your attention and she’s taking too long.”

He smiled and nodded. “I’ll get her out, princess.”

You muttered a thank you and Sunghoon stood up. He set you on the couch and walked around to Haerin. But she just rolled her eyes at him.

“I’m done with you. I tried to be understanding but your friendship is fucked up.” She said.

Sunghoon walked closer to her and sighed. “There’s nothing wrong with our friendship!” He argued.

Jay snickered at that but was quickly shut up by the look Sunghoon gave him.

“Oh really? So you kiss your bros? You have their moans recorded in your phone? You listen to them when you’re fucking another girl? Is that what you do with your friends, Sunghoon? They all have a special nickname for you and have you trained like a dog?” She shouted.

Sunghoon rolled his eyes and led her further away from the television. “Of course not. Our friendship is special. She’s my best friend, my other half. Now you have to quiet down.”

Haerin huffed and pushed him. “Save it. I’m over you and your bullshit.”

With that she stormed out making sure to slam the door behind her. Jake was ready to console the guy but he didn’t need it.

“Hey, sorry about that man.” He said.

Sunghoon looked at him and chuckled. “Sorry about what? She was getting annoying anyway.”

Once again the two guys were just lost when Sunghoon joined you back in the couch making out with you like nothing happened.

-

Where the girls hated you the guys wanted you. It wasn’t uncommon for them to try and work their magic on you. Sunghoon never minded because he knew no one else could be him. He had you wrapped around his finger. And when Heeseung showed up he immediately thought Sunghoon was a dick. A manipulative, psychopathic, sleazy, controlling, dick.

Other guys had to give Heeseung some credit though. He tried to pursue you despite Sunghoon’s existence. He convinced himself that he could be better and show you what a good man was like. And you accepted thinking that dating would be fun, but Sunghoon was also a part of the deal.

-

“So you want me to pick you up from another man’s apartment?” Heeseung asked.

You shrugged. “It’s my best friend’s apartment!”

The older boy sighed. He knew you were a little gone sometimes but he didn’t think you would be this stupid.

“Darling, it makes more sense for me to pick you up from your place. Then you can get ready and I’ll be there on time.” He explained.

You shrugged and just went along with it. If that’s what he thought was best then fine. The day was going so well in your eyes. Sunghoon gave you his card to pay for your pink drink and anything else you felt like buying. His instructions were to “run it up so the other guy doesn’t use his wallet.” You thought that Sunghoon was so kind by looking out for your date!

Heeseung was mentally fuming. It had only been a month and he was surprised he made it that long. He assumed Sunghoon would be on your ass but he wasn’t. You would go out with Heeseung all the time. But Sunghoon owned you in other ways that made Heeseung’s head hot. He was your pinned contact. He had your location. He had nicknames for you. His card was always in your little coach purse. The thought alone made Heeseung want to kill him.

And in that apartment Sunghoon smirked when he saw the notification of a charge on his card. You were his best friend, his princess. He owned you like no one else could. It fueled his ego to know that Heeseung wanted you so bad but he would only get you partially.

“Can you take me home, please? Hoonie is waiting for me and he said I should come back before three.” You requested.

Heeseung have you an incredulous look. What on earth were you on about?

“He gave you a curfew?” He deadpanned.

You shook your head. “Not really, but The Bachelor comes on at four so he wants me to be able to watch it.”

Heeseung sighed and followed through. He drove 30 minutes to the apartment and walked you to the door. He followed you in the elevator with a small smile.

“Did you have fun today?” He asked.

You nodded and hugged his side. “I did! Thank you for taking me to that cafe, I have been wanting to go!”

Heeseung smiled and followed you out once you landed on the right floor. Before you could get to the door Heeseung grabbed your arm and turned you around. You wanted to figure out what he was doing and then he leaned in.

His lips touched yours gently but then you pulled away. You didn’t like the way he kissed you. Plus you had put work into your lip combo today and he was gonna ruin it!

“I’m… I’m sorry darling!” He said quietly.

You giggled and shook your head. “It’s okay, you can get better with time!”

Heeseung chuckled awkwardly but quickly stopped when the door opened. You looked to the right and your whole face lit up. There was Sunghoon in a stupid white tank top and sweats.

“Hoonie!” You cried.

He chuckled when you flung yourself into him. “Hi pretty girl. Did you have fun in your little date?” He asked.

You nodded. “Heeseung is very nice! Took me to the cafe I talked about last week.”

Sunghoon raised an eyebrow. “Did he? Well you go ahead and change. Your show will be on soon.”

He gave you a kiss on the forehead before releasing you to his space. Then he looked up and smirked at Heeseung.

“Thanks for bringing her back in one piece.” He said.

Heeseung rolled his eyes at the boy. “You know, you have the weirdest friendship.”

Sunghoon raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms. “Oh really? I’ve been told.”

“Yeah friends don’t hand out their card for fun or kiss each other on the forehead. You’re just confusing her.” Heeseung explained with agitation fueling his voice.

The athlete just smirked like he knew what he was doing. He ruined you for everyone else. At the end of every date you would beg Sunghoon to cuddle you, kiss you, fuck you. You were his and no man could ever change that.

Upon getting no response Heeseung turned to walk away but Sunghoon stopped him. “Are you mad because you’re not special to her?”

That made him turn back to the boy who was still standing in the door frame.

“What the fuck are you on about?” He asked.

Sunghoon smirked. “Oh come on. Everyone knows that I’m special. I mean you can’t even get a proper kiss from her after a date, meanwhile I can kiss her forehead and she’s begging for more.”

Heeseung grumbled something incoherent as he stormed off to the elevator. Sunghoon shut the door behind him with a laugh.

“Hoonie, Jake says I can’t have your chips!” You whined.

Sunghoon entered the kitchen and rolled his eyes at Jake. “Bro I said you couldn’t have my chips.”

Jake just huffed when Sunghoon grabbed the bag and handed it to you.

The next day Jay tried to save Heeseung, he really did. Even though you said you would be at your house Sunghoon was there too. Jay texted him letting him know that it probably wasn’t a good idea to pick you up today.

But Heeseung didn’t care. He wasn’t going to let some hockey player boy best friend intercept his girlfriend. He rang the doorbell but got no answer. Then he tried to open the door and there it was , unlocked.

“Y/N?” He called out. Then he heard something unmistakable.

Heeseung made his way to your room and on the bed there you were. He was almost mortified. Sunghoon had you on his thigh legs spread open with two fingers inside of you. Cum was already dripping down his knuckles onto his thigh and he was whispering the nastiest things in your ear.

“Such a good girl for me. Can you cum one more time?” He requested. You nodded with your eyes closed.

His long veiny fingers curled perfectly inside you. Sunghoon always knew how to make you fall apart. What always pushed you further was his dirty talk.

“Am I opening you up so good, pretty? Getting you ready for that date. He won’t even have to stretch you out, he should be thanking me.” He mumbled in your ear.

You moaned and grabbed his dick with your left hand. You weren’t even stroking it, just holding on like it was grounding you.

“No- fuck! No n-ne-ne-need Hoon-Hoonie!” You stuttered.

Sunghoon licked that sweet spot where his hickeys were only getting darker. “Oh yeah? And why’s that, Princess?”

“No… ah! Yes right there! No one fucks me like you daddy!” You whined.

Sunghoon was about to say something before he looked up sensing a presence and he smirked when he saw Heeseung in the doorway. He was torn between anger and lust.

“Yeah that’s fucking right. No one else can fuck you like me. There’s no one on this fucking earth who will slut you out the way I do.” He said more so to the seething older boy at the door.

The sounds coming from you were wet and straight up from pornography. Seeing your body react made Heeseung stay and watch for a bit, not knowing what to do.

“Go ahead baby, Heeseung is waiting for you.” He said.

That made you open your eyes and gasp when you saw your date glaring at you.

“H-h-hi H-hee-heeseung!” You stuttered.

Sunghoon chuckled and kissed your cheek. “Go ahead princess, let me make you cum again.”

Your eyes rolled back when he touched that g-spot inside you. His thumb played with your clit just the way you liked it.

“I’ll be- oh shit! Daddy so-so so good!” You whined. “I’ll be right there!”

Heeseung rolled his eyes and was ready to storm off. But then you did something that stopped him.

Sunghoon’s fingers hit the right spot again and he bounced his thigh below you. That made your body convulse. Your orgasm hit so hard you were squirting all over Sunghoon’s fingers. All he could do was smirk at Heeseung who was now standing in pure anger.

“Good job, Princess! Such a good job for me.” He cheered in your ear.

“F-fuck! Cu-cumming! Daddy I’m cumming! Fuck!”

The boy nodded and kissed your temple. “Yes you are, pretty girl! Doing so good for me, my little super soaker.”

The orgasm seemed to last a lifetime. It hit you and suddenly any ideas about a date vanished. All that flooded your brain was Sunghoon’s fingers, dick, everything.

Sunghoon kissed you down from the high. His lips touched your shoulders, neck, earlobes, any part that he could. But when he made eye contact with your date one more time he brought his fingers to his mouth moaning at how sweet you tasted, Heeseung stormed out of the house. When you heard a door slam you looked around a bit dazed.

“Where’s Heeseung?” You asked.

Sunghoon shrugged. “I guess he left, pretty. Let’s clean you up and put you to bed.”

But when you looked up at your best friend with those eyes begging for another round he couldn’t refuse. You always got what you wanted, that was the arrangement.

From that day forward you hadn’t seen Heeseung again. Messages didn’t go through and on campus he never existed. But it didn’t phase you one bit because Sunghoon would take care of you.

-

Maybe the friendship was unconventional, and maybe Sunghoon was a dick, but his friends got used to it. Anytime a girl asked them about Sunghoon they would just tell him “he’s taken” or “he’s not in a position to date right now.” Your presence became normal in their shared apartment. Sunghoon’s room had been overrun by you with glitter flecks on his bed and makeup fluttering his desk and dresser. Anytime you showed up Jay and Jake knew they should just be out of sight out of mind.

Sunghoon had others confused as well, even your own brother. Sunoo didn’t mind Sunghoon, although the friendship was a little odd to him. But somewhere down the line he just accepted that whatever you two had going on was not his concern (unless you got hurt of course). So when Sunoo visited you with his two friends for the weekend they didn’t know what to make of it.

-

You and your brother were inseparable. You were only 10 months apart and unlike most sibling relationships, you both liked each other enough to visit during weekends you were able to. Sunoo definitely contributed to you being so spoiled so when Sunghoon took over his wallet and girlfriend were happy.

He and his two friends plus girlfriend showed up and made friends with Jay and Jake over dinner. The next day they were at the apartment gaming together while Sunoo was out with his girlfriend.

“So Sunghoon, how’d you meet… her?” Niki asked.

That question created a thought that dawned on the boys. They hadn’t known your name. Like at all. Sunghoon only referred to you as “pretty girl” or “princess” and Sunoo always said “my sister” or “that gremlin,” little nicknames but no one ever addressed you by your name.

“I had to tutor seventh grade history and she was the girl I was assigned to.” He said not breaking focus from the NHL game.

Niki nodded and looked at Jungwon. He just shrugged and continued watching the game. He was leaning comfortably on Jay who took a liking to the younger boy.

“So you know like… everything about her?” He pressed.

Sunghoon smirked and turned to Niki. “She has me accompany her to the doctor. I’m her emergency contact. Niki that’s my girl, my princess. I know her better than anyone.”

Then he heard you stir. His bedroom door opened and there you stood in your cute matching set. You had overslept in his bed as per usual. Sunghoon bit his lip when he saw you in that cute little tank top and shorts that didn’t hide anything.

“Hoonie?” You called out sleep lacing your voice.

Sunghoon stood up without another thought. His arms wrapped around you possessively. He noticed how the guys looked at you when you came out. Thankfully Sunghoon’s larger body completely covered yours.

“Good morning, pretty baby. Did you sleep well?” He asked.

You nodded and stood up on your toes. Sunghoon chuckled and gave you the kiss you wanted.

“Do you wanna come say hi to Sunoo’s friends?” He asked after pulling away.

You shook your head and rubbed your eyes. “Want something else.”

“Yeah? What’s that, Princess?” He asked as his hands trailed further down your waist.

“Want cuddles and back shots.” You mumbled.

Jungwon and Niki looked at each other in complete shock. Then they looked to Jay and Jake who didn’t even budge.

Sunghoon chuckled and kissed your forehead. “You sure you can handle it, baby?”

You nodded and brought your hand down to stroke him through his sweats. His breath hitched when he felt your touch.

“Won’t even have to do much. Just let you take care of me.” You said in that whiney voice.

The guys on the couch were horrified, well two of them were. You guys being like this was nothing new to Jay and Jake. At this point they happy expected it.

“Yeah? You just gonna be my dumb little pillow princess? Gonna lay there legs open all for my cock?” He teased while his hands messed with your tits that showed through the tank top.

You whined in response. Your strokes on his clothes dick got more desperate. That’s when he decided you’d had enough teasing. One hand came down and squeezed your ass causing you to moan lightly.

“Okay pretty, let’s get you back in that bed then.” He said gently.

Once the door closed behind him Jungwon looked up confused. “So you guys just live with that?”

Jake nodded. “Yeah, that’s his girl. He had a single the first two years but when we decided to live together she’s part of the package.”

“It’s a weird 50/50 thing. Sunghoon says that she exists and he does everything else. They’re weird like that.” Jay adds.

Niki gave Jay a look of confusion. “I thought Sunoo said we’d meet his sister and her best friend.”

“Yup. That’s them. They have this weird thing going on but don’t even think about questioning it, trust me.” Jay warned.

“Do either of you know her name?” Jungwon asked.

Jake looked at Jay and they both came to the same realization. “No we don’t actually. Do you?”

Jungwon shook his head. “Sunoo only says “my sister” and other weird nicknames. Sunghoon has never said her name around here?”

“Nope! Only calls her princess and other sappy shit.” Jake answers.

The four sit there confused. Then Niki is the first to speak.

“50 bucks for whoever can get her name before we leave tomorrow night.” He challenged.

The four boys were intrigued enough to agree. And thus the game began. Well not in that moment because they heard a loud moan come from Sunghoon’s room and quickly left the apartment.

A few hours later the guys deemed it safe to come back to the apartment. Jake was going to try the most obvious thing. He knocked on Sunghoon’s door and when he got the okay he wished he didn’t. Because there he was gaming in his PC while you touched up your lip gloss on his lap with his cock inside you. The bulge in your tummy wasn’t hard to miss.

“Bro what the fuck!” Jake exclaimed immediately looking away.

Sunghoon deadpanned him. “What?”

Jake huffed and kept his eyes shut. “Do you and, what’s her name wanna get lunch with us?”

Sunghoon looked down at you and kissed your cheek to get your attention. “Princess, you wanna get lunch?”

You nodded with a smile. “I want a ham and Swiss croissant!”

Sunghoon nodded and looked at Jake. “We’ll be down soon. But don’t act like I haven’t caught you with your dick down a girl’s throat before!”

Jake was gonna ask your name further but he didn’t get the chance.

“Hoonie, you’ve seen other girls give head?” You whined.

Sunghoon chuckled and pressed his hand against that bulge. “Of course not, pretty. This cock belongs right here inside you, deep in your little tummy.” He cooed.

Jake quickly left the room because… ew. He could’ve gone lifetimes without witnessing that.

The next person to try something was Niki. He caught you in the kitchen grabbing a snack from the cabinet.

“So… Sunghoon calls you his princess?” He asked hoping the conversation would lead to learning your name.

You smiled proudly. “Yes! Hoonie says I’m the prettiest girl he’s ever seen and I should be treated like a princess!”

Niki nodded and before he could keep going Sunghoon came up behind you shirtless. The scratches in his back and chest were unavoidable.

“Princess what’re you looking for?” He asked.

You turned around and looked up at him. “I can’t find my ramen anywhere!”

He looked up and found the packet in the top cabinet out of your reach. He grabbed it and started preparing it for you.

“She was telling me why you don’t call her by her name.” Niki said with a smirk. He was certain this would get Sunghoon to say it.

But Sunghoon gave him a weird look before pouring ramen in the pot. “She’s my princess so why would I call her anything else?”

Niki gave a look of disappointment before leaving to take a call. The student athlete really wasn’t going to relent?

Then Jay tried to find out with Jungwon as a team effort, agreeing to split the 50 bucks 25 25. But they too were going to fail.

“Sunghoon I need a cord!” Jay said loudly as he entered the bedroom.

Sunghoon shushed him immediately. He was standing over your shoulder as you tried to finish up an assignment at his desk.

“Bro she’s studying!” He scolded.

Jungwon smirked. “Who?”

Sunghoon rolled his eyes. “You see her right here.”

You looked up and then at the guys. “Hi!”

They waved at you and Sunghoon motioned back to your worksheet. “You have one more problem, pretty baby. Finish this one and I’ll take you out tomorrow.”

Jay gave Sunghoon a funny look. He still hadn’t bothered to put on a shirt. The marks on his upper body were like badges of honor to him.

“You plan on putting on a shirt?” Jay asked rhetorically.

Sunghoon shrugged. “Probably not. You plan on getting the hell out?”

Jungwon smiled. “So does she just put Princess on all of her worksheets or what?”

Jay tried getting a glimpse of her assignment but the area where your name would be was in a bright pink glitter pen that he couldn’t read from the doorway.

“Don’t be stupid, of course she puts her name.”

And just when Jay was about to ask what it was, you interrupted at the perfect time.

“Hoonie, are the greenhouse gases what we’re trying to get rid of? Because I thought they are trapped inside and can’t escape.” You said.

Sunghoon leaned over and started explaining something about environmental science to you. The two boys sighed and left the room. They clearly weren’t getting anywhere.

That evening everyone sat around the table eating food Sunoo’s girlfriend helped prepare with Jay. There were glances shared across the table between four of the guys. The challenge was still on until tomorrow night but so far no one was successful. Sunoo was oblivious to it as he made conversation with everyone.

“And that’s how we met! She basically begged me to be her boyfriend.” He flaunted.

You rolled your eyes. “Probably not much begging because you can be a real bitch when you’re cocky.”

Sunoo pointed at you with his chopsticks. “See and that’s your problem right there! You think you’re so smart when insulting me but really you’re dumb!”

Sunghoon chuckled and separated another perilla leaf for you. Whenever you and Sunoo bickered it amused him. You were so similar in those moments it almost scared him.

“Really? That’s the best you can do? I bet you eat bugs in your sleep and kiss her with that same mouth!” You shot back.

Ruby, Sunoo’s girlfriend from America, laughed at the bickering. “Okay you guys enough! Thank you for inviting us in your apartment, and Jay thank you for letting me cook!”

Jay nodded. “Of course! The food was really really good.”

Sunghoon fed you the last bite before wiping your mouth. He smiled when you did your eye-smile to him. You and Sunoo both were capable of doing that and when it was you Sunghoon’s heart skipped a beat.

“Okay I wanna play another round of league!” Niki announced.

Sunoo looked at Sunghoon. “Is that alright with you?”

He shrugged. “Yeah do whatever. Princess has to do her night time routine so just don’t break anything.”

“Ah yes, that’s so like my sister to have her ten step routine. She wants to be just like me so bad!” Sunoo said.

The table laughed and Ruby kissed his cheek. “I can appreciate a man with a good skincare regimen! Well you have a good night Sunghoon!”

Jake looked hopeful thinking that Ruby would reveal the name. There was no way she couldn’t say goodnight to you too!

“Oh yeah sis, I’ll give you your present tomorrow! Goodnight!”

Damn it. The four guys looked dejected, they had no idea you were close with her like that!

Sunghoon guided you to the bedroom ignoring Sunoo’s begging to “not do anything sexual for one night please!” Once the door closed Jungwon broke.

“Okay that’s it! What is her fucking name?” He asked exasperated.

Sunoo frowned and looked at Ruby. “What is he on about?”

“Oh you know what we’re on about!” Niki added.

“Huh?”

“Bro since you’ve been here we have no idea what your sister’s name is! Sunghoon calls her stupid cutesy names and you call her ‘my sister’ or random sibling insults!” Jake explained.

Sunoo looked at Ruby and they shared an amused look. This whole three day weekend and none of them knew your name. Even before that Jay and Jake had no idea who you were.

“Well her name is Kim Y/N.” He said with a smile.

Jungwon smirked. “I win!”

“You bet on this?” Ruby asked with a laugh.

Niki nodded. “50 bucks is his.”

Jake turned to Sunoo with more questions. “So you know about their… situation?”

Sunoo nodded. “He’s been in her life since middle school.”

“So how do you like, feel about it? Because you gotta know Sunghoon is a dick to everyone else. They have a weird thing going on and even today they fucked!” Jay explained.

Sunoo nodded. “It didn’t start out that way but when he started doing couple-y things in high school it weirded me out a bit. But in his world this is normal for them and my poor sister is too dumb and ditzy to know any better. He’s not hurting her and hasn’t ever in the past so I just don’t care.”

The guys just nodded along.

From the bedroom Sunghoon smiled. The guys didn’t even know the half of it. You were his best friend, his special friend. There was no girlfriend or boyfriend in the world that would change that. Only he got to know what it meant to be so locked in with you.

“Hoonie, can you open this please?” You asked from his bathroom.

Sunghoon walked in and smiled. There you were struggling with your moisturizer bottle. He easily opened it and applied it on your face for you. His touch was gentle. Once it was fully applied he pulled you in and kissed you. Like most times he kissed you like there was no one else on earth. Like it was the last time he would get to. Once he pulled away for air he looked deep into your smiling eyes.

“You’re my best friend in the whole world, Hoonie!” You said cutely.

He chuckled and nodded. “You’re my perfect little princess.

-

Just a girl. You were just a girl who loved glitter, sequins, pink, and shiny things. A little ditzy, leaning on borderline bimbo, just existing in your own little bubble. And Sunghoon wanted that. He wanted to be the only one in that little bubble.

So maybe the definition of best friendship got lost in translation somewhere, but Sunghoon didn’t know any better. He was obsessed with you and there was no one else that could ever come between that. You were his pretty princess.

Liked this one? Further reading here!

[harzilla]

I have an idea for a Yuu overblot fic and just drew a rough sketch of Yuu's overblot design.

And the inspiration for said design

(yes the Falin is the reference for the drawing)

The concept is basically a mutual overblot between Yuu and Grim. The lower part is Grim while the upper part is Yuu. Yuu's body is like a doll. Every time the edges rub together there are micro cracks like two mirrors edges rubbing together. A large portion of Yuu's face is cracked and missing and it's simply an empty void leaking blot.

Yuu's attire is simply a tattered and torn version of the ceremonial robes. The most intact being the hood while anything lower is tattered and burned from the flames of the Chimera's mane.

I'd like to do a proper art piece and other fic art.

[softcursechoso]

The Oracle: Ch. 1

JJK x Reader Toji x Reader Shiu x Reader

18+ ONLY // MDNI // NO SPOILERS ARE OFF LIMITS

I guess I'll drop this shit already. Fuck it. Been sitting in the draft for months.

Summary: You are a woman who possesses the technique of probability. When a hit on your life is placed in the hands of Toji Fushiguro, everything changes. Perhaps it is better to use you than kill you. This is the journey of how you, Toji, and Shiu become the richest scammers in Japan.

Warnings: This fic (not specifically this chapter) will contain violence, gambling, heavy drinking, hard drug usage, explicit sex and probably some other bad shit.

Words: 3.8k+

ONE MAN'S TRASH

Home : 4:44am : Roppongi

“If you’re gonna end my life then you should do it while I'm still bathing.” Your hand rose with an off white colored loofah to lather the peony scented body wash into your skin. "It'll be less to clean up."

You were relaxing in a nice hot bath in a penthouse that overlooked the city. A place like this didn't come cheap, not at all. It was worth every last yen- every last body.

Gorgeous floor to ceiling windows that opened up to the world below. Being this rich meant you had the luxury of owning a bath on the top floor knowing that everyone else beneath you was too poor to get a glimpse… not your words.

Open concept bathroom with a detached tub placed right before the windows you loved. Waterfall shower. Heated flooring. Modern sink like you'd see in every obnoxious celebrity home where the surface was flat with a nearly hidden drain. Of course, you did it first though.

This was the life you built. The life you rewrote your morals for. The life you'd die for. Not a day went past where you didn't appreciate this space. Tailor made for you- down to the personalized floral bath mats.

A beautifully darkened sky was illuminated by the millions of city lights below it. A gorgeous scene… a gorgeous end.

You sighed as you stood up from your bath, allowing the water and soap to run down your body and back into the tub where it belonged. Your eyes focused on the darkness of the cracked door that led out into your bedroom.

“We both know that I’m powerless to stop any attempt on my life from you, so I’m not entirely sure why you came incognito.” Your leg moved forward to step out of the isolated bath and onto the fuzzy white rose mat, “I’m also in no position to ask for any favors, and you’ve no reason to oblige, but… can you at least look me in the eyes when you kill me- Toji Fushiguro?”

There was a ghastly silence. It wasn’t quite uncomfortable, but perhaps a word that was indescribable. 

A large figure began to open your bathroom door. Tall and muscular. It was Toji, just as you stated. He was wearing his usual black shirt and gray pants. As he approached you he began to pull a wild looking sword from the mouth of the curse wrapped around his body.

The man hadn’t a drop of shame as he sized you up- glancing at your uncovered body from the bottom all the way up to your fearless eyes.

“Three billion yen for the head of The Oracle.” The man spoke as he drew his sword at you.

You nodded as you kept your eyes on his, “Three billion huh? Few months ago we were wiping our asses with that kind of money. Never thought I'd see you beg for scraps again.” Your hand placed on the sword- cutting your flesh on impact from its sharpness alone. “Go for the neck… and don’t hesitate. You know me, Toji. I wanna be a beautiful corpse. A dying woman's last wish."

"You knew I'd be here." He spoke bordering a question, but not quite. He knew you knew.

"Toji, if I didn't know you were coming, then my bounty wouldn't be three billion yen. I knew from the moment I met you where this would lead." 

You walked closer to the man- his sword making a micro cut in your neck as you did. A thin line of blood trailed down your neck, but you didn't care. You had no room to. 

"We had some fun didn't we?" The man spoke a question, but he knew the answer to it.

"There's just one thing I'd like to know before you end my life." Your eyes danced between his as you took in the face of your killer one last time.

"What?" He lifted his eyebrows a hair in curiosity.

"That whole thing… was any of it… real?"

10 Months Earlier

Ruby Fox Hotel : 1:11am : Kabukicho

“Huh?!” You swiftly sucked in air as your eyes shot open.

This was the life of an auditor at a rather unsuspecting hotel in Kabukicho. It was exhausting. For most, two in the morning meant it was time for sleep, but for patrons of the night it was still far too early to go to bed. 

You were in charge of making sure things ran smoothly in the underground casino. As far as the public knew, there weren't any casinos in all of Japan, but there certainly were for those who looked for them.

Wasn’t the most prestigious job by any means, and certainly nothing you could brag about, but it paid the bills. Unfortunately it was all under the table and would do nothing for your retirement, but hey~ money was money.

You heard the obnoxious low beep ringtone coming from your silver flip phone. That’s what woke you up? Your bloodshot eyes looked over and saw it was your boss calling.

“Hello?” You answered in the groggiest voice.

“Go home.” The man on the other line spoke.

“Oh, I’m fine. I am totally fine, yeah. I just took a little nap but I’m good.” You lied through your teeth as you attempted to suppress a yawn.

“Just leave the revenue report on my desk and go home.” He sounded so irritated with you. "You were supposed to have that report done hours ago. I can't have you be a part of my staff anymore. I'm gonna have to let you go."

"I'm fired?!" Your eyes widened. "You're doing this over the phone?"

Did your boss really respect you so little? Who the hell gets fired over the phone? Then again, you technically weren’t on payroll so…

"Sir, please don't do this." You stood up, pacing around the room.

The revenue report was something you had to do every month to update your boss on expenses. Where to cut back, where to spend more and things like such. Every single time you had to work on it your nights looked similar to this one.

"You're my lowest performing employee and I won't have it anymore. You're costing me too much money. You wanna hang around in the casino and put money in my dealer's pockets, fine, but you can't stay as an employee. You're not worth it."

"Sir, please! I have nothing. I can't afford to be fired right now. I'm living paycheck to paycheck. I am only behind on my work because I do everyone else's. I'm the hardest working person in this building. Lowest performing? Who are you asking?! Please..." Your voice pleaded.

"Put whatever you have done on my desk and leave." He spoke sternly to you, ignoring everything else you just said. With that the man’d hang up and leave you to it.

You’d stack your papers together and place them into a manila folder for him to review. On your desk were a few other folders- some for a few upcoming events. You’d been meaning to present it to your boss for some time now, but never got around to it. 

Perhaps if he knew exactly how hard you were really working he wouldn't fire you? No, if he was going to fire you so cruelly then he didn't deserve this.

You’d take your report and walk over to your boss’ office. Nearly two years you’ve been up to this, and you couldn’t help but envy an office like this. It was nothing like yours.

This office was big. Enough to fit four chairs and two couches. It was all so personalized in here too. There was no mistaking who this office belonged to. You waited for the day you could say the same about your own space.

You’d set the report on the desk before hastily leaving. You rubbed your temples as you made your leave. Walking through the casino used to be your least favorite part about going home. Same degenerates, but different days. 

You hated it before you made a game out of it of course. Something that no one knew about. Something that you did only to please yourself.

Pulling back the office door allowed a waft of cigarette smoke into your face. It was so strong, but strangely familiar. 

The real reason your boss fired you shouldn’t have been because of your work ethic. It should have been for what you were about to do right now- the game as aforementioned. They had no evidence though, and therefore no grounds to fire you for it. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. You were gonna go crazy tonight.

You closed your eyes tightly, and opened them to see the threads of fate everywhere before you. Messing with the lives of others was sort of fun. You were giving back in a sense. At least that’s the way you justified working at a casino.

Upon stepping out onto the floor you could see auras. Green meant good, and purple meant bad. The darker the green the better that reward would be. The darker the purple meant they were probably doing something that should stop. 

It was simple, yet complicated. You understood it, but if you were to really break it down for someone else, they may get a bit lost along the way. No matter- you understood what you were doing.

So many purples in here. Just what you’d expect in a casino. The dealers were nice and green though. One man’s aura was dark purple. Perfect for you to help.

“Hey there.” You’d tap the person on the shoulder, “If I were you I would never bet on 23 ever again.” You shrugged, but “But that’s only if I were you of course.” 

Again, it was your way of justifying to yourself about working in a casino so you could sleep at night, but now it was your way of being spiteful before you left. Give a little, take a lot.

The man was too intoxicated to question your words, so no more 23's it was. "What do you suggest?"

You shrugged, "I don't know- maybe eight."

Heeding your advice he'd bet on eight and win back a large chunk of his earnings.

You smiled triumphantly. You had no right to ever celebrate this man's earnings knowing that your casino put him in debt in the first place. Your poor human brain couldn't think like that though.

You weren’t done. Luck be a lady tonight- as they say. You were handing out all kinds of good odds. 

“7.”

“Bet red.”

“I’d use the slot machine two rows down if I were you.”

“On your next round I think you should hold.”

You must have talked this casino out of a few hundreds of thousands. Usually you’d just do one or two people, but tonight was different. You were fired, and you owed them nothing.

Turning on your heel satisfied, you'd head straight for the door now that led up. As you did, you saw something strange in your peripheral vision. It was an aura, but it wasn't green or purple like the others. This was hard to pin down. 

You felt like you couldn't move because it was so strong. It was making you dizzy. Someone's aura in here was pitch black… you had to find it. 

Holding your forehead, you'd walk toward aura hoping to at least get a glimpse. Whoever it was seemed to be incredibly disturbed. You'd seen people pawn the gold teeth in their mouth just to place one more bet, and their aura had never been pitch black.

It was nauseating to be around. You couldn't let this feeling go, and you damn sure couldn't be behind the wheel like this. Your best course of action was to head over to the bar and get some cold water. Lucky for you there really wasn't anyone over there right now.

"Hey." You waved at your former coworker, "Gimmie a water please. Heavy on the ice."

The man nodded, "Sure. You don't look so good. Why don't you just sleep at the hotel tonight?"

Honestly it wasn't a bad idea, well, if you hadn't just been fired. Sleepy and nauseous on the road was a bad combination.

"Yeah, I think I'll pass." You grabbed the water being handed to you, "Thanks."

As you took a sip, another drink was set down before you- vodka and cranberry.

"Oh, no I couldn't." You shook your head, "I have to be behind the wheel."

Your coworker pointed at a man sitting at the other end of the bar, "It was from him."

Your eyes widened as you saw that he was the one with the pitch black aura. None other than Toji Fushiguro in the flesh. Sitting casually in a black short sleeve shirt and black sweats. 

How did he get so close without you noticing? Was he there the whole time? You weren't any more sick with him being closer to you than he was before- in fact you were feeling a little better. This was weird.

You grabbed the gifted drink and walked over to the man. His eyes stayed locked on you the whole time as you did. When you finally stood beside the man, you'd set the drink down at the bar. 

"Thank you, but I don't drink at 2am during work hours with strangers." You could have sounded a bit more grateful honestly- and work hours was a stretch considering.

"Damn, way to let a guy down hm?" He arched an eyebrow.

"If you're out here trying to get some easy ass in the middle of the night, I’m not your girl, sorry. Try someone a little more pathetic.” You rolled your eyes.

This guy was really good looking. Maybe if he caught you at a different hour in a different location, then his chances would be better. 

“That’s not my goal at all. Just looking for the woman with the red keys. That would be you, correct?” His gaze was still unbreakable.

“The red keys?” You frowned slightly as you lifted your arm, seeing the set of house keys strapped to a red band. “If you lost all of your money, there’s nothing I can do for you. My word means nothing here.”

“Just tell me one thing. If I were a betting man, which table would I choose?” 

“Sir.” You placed a hand on his arm, “I think you need to-”

Your words stopped as you saw something interesting. His aura changed, and it was as if you could see everything. You, him, wealth beyond your greatest desire, happiness... There was also another side filled with sorrow, hurt, and betrayal. 

It was hard to determine which would be your outcome. Knowing that information wasn’t how your powers worked. This was the first time you’d ever seen yourself in someone else’s odds however. Who the fuck was this man?!

“Come with me, please.” You removed your hand.

“Thought you weren’t giving out easy ass in the middle of the night.” He mocked your words.

“Well, I guess this is an exception. Come on.” You rolled your eyes.

You had to play this extremely cool as you walked with the man. You were going to take him to a restricted area where not just employees could go, but certain employees. Considering you two were neither, you had to make this quick.

There was a very plain looking door that you had to use one of your red banded keys to get into. Inside was a long hallway that led to a few other rooms. The one you wanted to take Toji to was far in the back. It was the hazard room. 

It was a room your boss planned on expanding and setting up a craps table in. Nothing in there but concrete walls and stripped carpet. You knew there weren’t any cameras in here, but you still needed to make it quick.

"Okay, first of all, what's your name?" You placed your hands on your hips.

"Toji Fushiguro." He spoke so honestly as if he had nothing to lose.

“Okay, great. You see my name tag. Nice to meet you. There you go… Toji, I know you came here to kill me.” You spoke bluntly.

“If I came here to kill you I would’ve done it already. I’m not a sloppy man.”

You sized the man up with your eyes, “Sir, you’re wearing slides with no socks in a public area- sorry, that’s not the point. Okay look, if you wanna kill me then go ahead. I just got fired 30 minutes ago, I am way behind on sleep, I'm broke, and I have no money for the mountain of bills waiting for me. You’d be doing me a favor, honestly.”

“That foresight of yours working?” He poked you in the forehead, “I said I didn’t come here to kill you.”

“Okay, but someone wanted you to kill me.” You crossed your arms, “Can we be honest about that?”

“For a woman who feels like she’s in so much danger, you aren’t groveling enough.”

You sighed forcibly, “If you aren’t gonna kill me then what do you want?”

“You.” He shrugged, “One good paycheck is worth nothing compared to what you can give.”

“A good paycheck? That’s all I’m worth?” You frowned, “What bullshit.”

“Exactly. Had they offered me a billion I wouldn’t be having this conversation with you.” 

You scoffed, “One billion, hm? That’s the magic number? One billion yen and my head’s on a platter. Whatever… So what does this all mean?”

“You and I are partners now- well, not quite.” He pointed toward the door, “I’m gonna go out there, and you’re gonna tell me which table to sit at and what to do in order to win big. I gotta know if you’re the real deal.”

“That’s not how my eyes work. My power isn’t foresight like you said earlier. I can’t predict the future. What I see is probability. Good and bad.” You closed your eyes tightly and opened them again so you could see his aura once more. “It’s not foolproof, but I’m warning you right now, your aura is telling me that you have no shot at winning anything in this casino.”

"Is that why I've been losing all night?" The man rubbed the back of his neck, "Shit, you coulda told me that like 20,000 yen ago."

"How much do you have left?" Your arms crossed over your chest.

"Pretty sure I spent the last bit on that drink I bought you, feisty girl." 

You rolled your eyes so hard you could swear you saw the back of your skull. "Are you kidding me?! Why would you spend your last bit on me? You don't have one single yen left?"

He'd reach into his pocket and pull out a 1000 yen note. "I need this shit to last me."

"Is that 1000 or 10,000? Holy shit! How broke are you?"

You placed your hands on his wrist to see the bill, and there it happened again. It was like you saw a future that could be his. 

You gasped as you let go. "There's one machine in here. A slot. If we get to it in exactly 95 seconds you should be able to win big." 

"You just said I have no business in this casino. Now all of a sudden I got a chance?" Toji frowned.

“You debating me on this is just narrowing your probability, by the way.”

"How about this- if I win on this slot we become partners. Locked in to the very end. If I lose, I’m gonna kill you and cash in on the reward money."

It was a gamble ironically, but one of the highest stakes. You were able to help people here and there with small wins, but this man was different. His probability showed great wins or devastating losses. Should you team up and split the money, your whole lives would change. 

“I have nothing to lose, so sure. I like those odds.” You nodded as you agreed.

This man's luck had a chain reaction. It was like a bright comet that only came around once a millennium. If you missed it, it wouldn't come back for a long time. He was a very rare breed.

"Where's the slot?" Toji asked. 

You grinned widely, "Heh, that's the thing- I'm not too sure. Usually I can see a green aura, but I can't right now."

"Well fuck! What did it look like?!"

"Big… I'd know it if I saw it! Thing is- if we don't get to it like, now, your odds of winning ever again are almost zero."

"Shit!" The man took off out the door- sprinting with his hand pulling your wrist. "Don't you work here?! How do you not know?!"

He'd be damned if he was going to look for this slot alone.

"I'm back office! Rarely on the floor!" You huffed, "Maybe we should split up?!"

"Fuck no!" The man continued to run through the casino frantically.

He was knocking over patrons and pushing over any obstacles in the way. No one knew how dire this was.

The man adjusted his hand so it was in yours. Him pulling your wrist was not working out. He needed you to come on! As he did though, it all came back to you again. You knew which slot it was. You knew it’s location!

"Toji! Toji! There!" You yanked his arm. "Twenty seconds!"

The man ran so quickly to the slot. Both of you must have looked insane, but it didn't matter! You had important shit going on.

He'd cut two people that were getting ready to play the giant slot, as he took the bill from his pocket. It was all crumpled now so he'd have to straighten it before it went in.

"Hurry!" You grabbed two fistfulls of his shirt- pulling from anxiety.

Seemed like it took him forever to get that bill in there. Finally he was able to shove it in and quickly pull the lever.

"Did we make it?" He huffed breathlessly.

7

"I'm not sure." You held him tighter.

7

He looked at you as he could see the slot in his peripheral vision. "You gotta be fucking kidding me…"

7

Sirens sounded as the 1,000,000 yen prize was yours. Was this real? Did you really just hit the jackpot? Well- a jackpot anyway. Wasn't the highest prize in the casino, but it was more than you both had combined by the sound of it.

Without thinking, you jumped into the man's arms, and he held you tightly. Crazy how money can change people from strangers to best friends in an instant. 

Was this what it was like to be high? Not in the drug sense, but in an otherworldly way. Crazy how his connect wanted you dead. Guess one man's trash is another man's treasure.

Toji Fushiguro… your partner in crime… this was the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

[shadowdianne]

Hello my friend♥ I've been pondering what to prompt you, and I finally found a word I like the feel of :) May I humbly request some swanqueen and "precipice"?

Do with it whatever you feel like, follow your instincts and I'll wait patiently and with great anticipation as you once more write for my (our?) favourite ladies🥰

Hope you're having a good day!!

A/N: I've sat with this one for a few days already. Thought on a fix-it-fic. Toyed with "The final battle", first and second part, approached the blurry happily ever after we got to paint after season 7. Considered the five-times-to-one approach… and I do have the drafts of them all but I did not exactly connect with them. And then I thought I have yet to try my hand at one tiny little trope. Or subcategory if you will. One that I always loved to write back then and one I still like slipping through my poor players whenever we touch upon it on DnD.

Angst

/ˈprɛsəpɪs/

Anachronicity back at A03

-.-

The sword clangs against the asphalt, the sound loud and dark and metallic; the stench of blood rolling off where the body falls seconds after everything is covered in light, light so bright Regina needs to close her eyes even if she can't imagine how she ever could.

Remember, she had asked Emma a few moments before. Think of a third option, any third option.  She had allowed herself to feel hope as everything else seemed out of reach for all of them, as the dark of night grew heavy against the droplets of rain that had fallen against the road. Just like when Emma had stabbed the darkness that had threatened her, as her future got snuffed out, as Emma vowed how she, Regina, had worked too hard to get her happiness destroyed. It had been something the brunette had needed years to work through, to accept the fact that Hope -not Fate- was still a kind of power she was allowed to cling to.  She had asked Emma to remember, she had asked her to be the guardian of Hope in every sense of the word as her hands had itched and her magic had burned on her throat, coiling against her tongue like sparks that sputtered and then bit down on her skin, clawing it open. She had stared, simply, as Emma looked back at her, hopeful but doubtful, human and mortal and impossibly beautiful on its own acceptance that them, them all, would be there as the last battle unfolded.

Last Battle, the epithet angered Regina, its grandiosity seeming stupid to her. As if one single title could wave away a reality that seemed to have been picked as part of the never ending tropes they all had been forced to fulfill. Like marionettes in where their every movement was expected and written and so, incapable of being changed. Evil and Good needed to do their right thing.

But what would constitute the right thing. The concept had turned inside Regina's head, the thought of it not paralyzing enough for her lips to sparkle in betraying violet, requesting Emma's white.

She had asked the blonde to hold on Hope. To think on a way of making something out of thin air. Just like the blonde had done time and time again when everything else seemed lost.  Because, if anything, Emma, Henry, they both had taught her she needed to believe in order to request. Request that a different story would unfold.  And yet, and yet and yet. And yet she had not kissed Emma then, a few moments ago, when the sound of her sizzling magic had almost pushed her forward in all almost blind need to feel the blonde woman's skin against her. She would never, Regina had chastised herself in that micro second her need had been grasping at her throat, strong enough she had feared her eyes had been far too open, far too obvious, for Emma to read her like she always had done. 

The blonde had gotten married.  That concept, as devastating as it was, had been enough for her to realize that she needed to come to terms with something she had been refusing herself for back too many times.

The sound of the sword keeps on growing, the light blinding, burning in deep white. Not the dirty one Emma always has around her, a halo of magic and possibility Regina tends to bask into whenever she is sure no one, not a single soul, will be able to read what the purple on her eyes represents, ozone extending on her skin, its scent soft and mixed with burning wood. 

The sword falls and the light grows and the back of her eyelids  hurts as Regina feels time elongating, pressing against her lips, prying them open in a scream as she grasps onto Henry, the boy moving forward and yet being stopped by the sheer will that everything is done a second too late.

The sword falls and Regina feels it deep within her heart, the void opening up on her chest and making the bones on it to crackle and cave, as if being pushed and pulled at the same time, as if her magic had transformed onto a vortex, the sound of rushing water getting louder on her ears, the scent of stone against water, warmed up by the sun, rushing and cold, bubbling and hot.

Gideon leaves, the light subsides. Emma's body lies in front of her and yet a mile away. She can feel Henry extricating himself from her grasp, Snow and David next, Hook screaming at something, her own eyes void of tears, her chest gasping, gaping, needing.

She had asked Emma to remember back when they had met. She had tried to paint it as if something they needed to think back in order to understand that there would always be a plan. That Emma would always find a way. She had tried to embellish it under the guise of wisdom, under the pretension of one last lesson to impart. 

Shame, shame growing like vines, pushing her body apart, leaves drinking into her blood, knees buckling against their presence as every bit of magic got suffocated, starting to pulse out of her: infected and devious.

She had tried to tell Emma something else back then, she had tried to explain that she had wanted to be stronger. Stronger or maybe shameless enough to tell Emma she had  not wanted to see her married. That she envisioned something entirely different for her. (She had been selfish, had she not?) . She had been so good, she had tried to be Good at least. The capital one, the one that got inscribed on books and whose endings would never be written out of existence. She had tried to be Good. She had tried to not be selfish, she had tried tried tried so hard for the past few years. She had wanted and marveled and reveled and dreamt of. She had not wavered.

And then, in one single moment, as Emma had held the sword and had asked for options, any options, Regina had wanted to give out something, anything.  And maybe something more beyond that. Maybe a glimpse made out magic and promise and need. She had been selfish, she thought, blinded. A selfish action she had never even been capable of finishing, tongue tied, blood pushing against her lips, making them hurt as she had bitten onto them, as she had laughed in a staccato at the memory of the blonde woman and her fighting. Fighting and pushing each other, hands and fingers and magic and... something. Something she had known lost the moment Emma had showed her the ring, all trembling all gone.

The sound of the sword felt like still ringing on her ears, Henry's cries as he knelt over, as he muttered his own feelings freely (how could he not, he was, he could, she did not), as he kissed her. Magic enveloped them, the kind of magic that was what they had experienced time and time again.

The blood kept on pooling. The sword, inert.

And Regina knew, of course she knew. She had been the first one to know as magic kept on running through her, purple and red and white and ozone and water and fire and rain. She willed her body to still as she felt her chest burn, the yelping sound of Snow making her vaguely aware that sparks of blackened violet were beginning to pour down her hands, into that very same asphalt.  She had been left a few steps behind, her body rooted, her eyes fixated on Emma's unmoving pulse point on her neck as Henry kissed his mother again, his voice tiny and fragile and young. She could feel Charming's eyes, she could feel her rage ever boiling, washed away by the terrified realization that when one kiss failed, nothing would ever fix it back.

The vines break through her skin, petals depositing on where her lungs had been and now lumps of coal reside.  Dead, dead, dead. The price one paid for magic, any magic, no matter where it came from, no matter if Hope or Fate or ink moved invisible threads that connected them all. Regina's magic felt like bubbles of tar, boiling her skin and yet letting her breathe, letting her live.  She hated that. How she was alive.

How Emma was not.

She had asked her to believe. She had failed her at the end, at the final trial, at the final moment. How could she not be the one to blame. She had not told her the truth after all, had not been the wise teacher, the close friend. She had been the snake. Her thoughts turn darker, Henry's screams starting to build on her ears, the little of herself that remained through eyes that were now full with tears bitter enough to carve paths through her cheeks. She could hear Hook talking, she could hear him scream bloody hell. She could hear it all, the sound of the sword falling again and again and again, slicing through the blonde's body, fragmented, outside of any kind of chronicity. Outside of time. Action repeating over and over again.

She felt her knees buckle, the moment she had known, the moment she had felt hope when Emma had stared at Gideon,. light on her eyes, magic bright and vibrant. She felt her blood, moving, boiling, pulsing. She felt Emma's own. Stilled.  She felt the vines and the fall and the precipice and the stone broken in slabs that threatened to bury her with a violent ocean gulping her every ounce of strength. She felt the scream, the warning. She felt her body twisted, inside, out. She felt her entrails freeze. She felt Emma die.

Again. A nd again. And again. A time vortex created by her own mind, a second too late, a moment too soon. She felt her words, heard them. "Remember when you first  came to Storybrooke?"

Would have she asked something different? Could have she? Had their story be written already; the evil queen and the savior. Was there any possibility, any chapter, any epilogue, in which rather than asking that, pretending, she had had enough strength to say something else, anything else. "Remember when there seemed to be a chance of something else?" Except, that would be a lie. Another one.  "Remember when you seemed to love me?" No "Remember when I loved you?" Tenses, all wrong. "Remember when we both were different, when you were different, when there was no destiny, no fate. When titles were past us. Remember?" "Remember when you looked at me back in the mines and promised me a togetherness that I did not want to believe because it would mean my downfall? Remember when the moon moved because we both thought we could, remember when you found us again, remember when we kept on believing, when you gave your everything for a happiness that was not even yours to feel. Remember?" The sword laid on the road. Emma's body did not move.

And Regina....

Regina did move. Down Down Down.

-----

Uhm xd

Edit as the original copy/paste I did somehow jumped over this last line of commentary. Thank you for the prompt <3 and the trust and letting me have my time with this. And I'm fresh out of prompts! So I guess I can say I finished the trial part of this and it's turn to think if I can start looking into prompt lists and whatnot

[valzhangism]

3, 8, 14 and 20 for the ask game! :D

3. What is the most amount of research you’ve done for the smallest detail? What was the detail and how much time/effort went into researching it?

this is interesting to think about because i honestly can't think of anything i spent too much time researching on! mostly because i take an Artistic License approach to stories lol.

this valzhang fic i'm writing rn might actually be it lol. they're both journalists but i don't really know much about investigative journalism or how corporations work on a micro level so i have to do a lot of studying up on that! it doesn't help that i'm generally bad at writing detail-oriented, mystery stories. but it's good to get out of your comfort zone right xD?

i also remember when i wrote 'your cascade ocean wave blues' (which was so long ago my god) i went down a rabbit hole about siren mythology and depictions. it's really addictive to just look through the wikipedia page! not sure if it counts because it wasn't strictly necessary for the fic though.

8. Is there a story idea you have that you would love if it could appear fully realized but that you do not think you’ll ever write yourself?

another hard question because i must admit that i'm pretty egocentric and whenever i dream up a detailed idea it's with full confidence i AM going to write it someday even though realistically i know that is simply not possible lmao.

but a tartarus valzhang fic would be awesome! there are so many interesting directions you could take it in, which also might be why i'd be hesitant to write it. in the same vein there's time travel with valzhang too, it has so much potential and would love to read anyone else's take on it, but i'd probably mess up if i tried to write myself.

i also think a post-canon continuation about how pipeyna could feasibly get together in a way that feels canon would be awesomeee.

14. Has anyone ever created anything (art, a podfic, another fic, etc.) inspired by your work? Which work? How did you feel about that?

in events like bangs or as exchange/gifts! i really love those and appreciate it so much. it doesn't happen much nowadays because i mostly write for rrverse now and i've never had it happen to me unprompted (as in, outside of a fandom event).

in general, i would love anything that people felt inspired to make because of my work, it touches me so much that someone went through the effort because they liked my art. the stuff i do actually exists? it actually impacts other people? that kind of feeling, which i feel flattered and honored by.

20. Is there anything about any one of your fics that you have been dying to discuss but haven’t had the chance to?

we've kind of talked about this before, but i'm really fond of my frank characterization in 'talk like a man and taste like a sun'. i think his experience with his mom and grandma and the pervasive loneliness he experienced as a child would've left him with abandonment issues and the sense of being very needy with other people, which is of course a trait not suited to the kind of person frank wants to be, and thus he is ashamed of.

i feel as if this is the definitive post-canon frank... like i explore a lot of concepts with it but this is the one that's the most Canon i my mindscape. also it wasn't really my intention to explore it but this is the fic that while i was writing really put the BPD frank headcanon in my head. i honestly wish i had wrote it with that in mind from the beginning so it could be more obvious and accurate x( but oh well. i'll do it better in the future.

there's also leo of course... just like frank he's also in a situation where everything should feel like it's perfect/he has everything he wants with the waystation and his new family where he's relatively safe and free. except he loves frank too much to truly be happy. i think leo is the type of person to be restless, who feels as if nothing good can last forever, so i wouldn't put it past him if he also abandoned the waystation in the future and just fucked off from both of them entirely. though that's a bit of a pessimistic way of looking at it.

well, i kind of went off there... thanks for sending an ask!!

[mysteria157]

hello hello mystie 🩷 bon has decided to visit you once again.

i am recently going through quite some turbulence with my writing. i have been working on a aot reiner piece for quite some time but it's been feeling rather... unfulfilling? i guess i just want to open up a bit.

as a black woman, i've seen a number of posts on here of other woc having takes about how we should 'embrace our blackness' and write our fics in a way that reflects that. i always understood that this is a valid opinion, as we are often pushed by society to 'calm' ourselves down and water down our personalities and our way of speaking (often not to fall subject to a number of disheartening stereotypes.)

but i've come to a more different, personal conclusion over the past few months. i am a black south african girl who grew up watching british cartoons in order to learn english. my mother took me to a catholic school where english was the language of instruction and we had a similar education system as most british schools (colonisation has a role in this system but that's a discussion for another day.)

i've always been called 'whitewashed' as i am fluent in the language. there's still heavy racial tension where i'm from, so ever since i was little i was compared to speaking as a white person. a 'coconut' if we want to go that far, lol.

besides this, we've become more westernised and my peers around me began to see the struggle of african americans as our own (since we're all experiencing the same biases and discrimination as poc.) now for some reason, seeing the takes of other woc made me feel as if the way i write and speak was incorrect. i felt like a phony, like someone who was dodging away from racism by writing like a 'white person' to stay unattacked.

to cut this short (as this has already been quite long), your writing put things into perspective for me. it might not be 'that deep' but seeing another black woman write and speak similar to myself has healed a small part of me. not only is your writing excellent, but it makes me feel as if that i don't have to pretend to be the stereotypical black writer all the time.

that my way of writing does not make me any less 'black'. i now know exactly how i want to create stories and write them down, as i always could've done.

thank you for being the talented individual that you are. love you lots.

-Bonnie 🩷

Hello my beautiful, Bonnie 💕

I apologize for the delay, I’ve been traveling for work so my activity on Tumblr has been low recently.

It’s a weird sensation of fate to read your post, because I resonate with your thoughts deeply. Growing up as a military child, I moved frequently, so I never really had a “home” like others. The friends that I had were all military children too and made up a melting pot of race, diversity, and background. I did not have a primarily black friend group and because of this, others often made fun of me for not being “black” enough. The way I spoke, wrote, dressed, and my mannerisms were all representative of a “whitewashed” version of a black woman. The concept of whitewashed is a topic for another day 😒

I’ve dealt with being called an “inside out Oreo”and constantly heard the annoying micro-aggression of “talking really well for someone like myself.” And for years it bothered me more that I wanted to feel and act like others, instead of embracing myself. Thankfully, I got over that.

Joining Tumblr and finding a community of black writers has been a great experience, and I definitely agree that we should ‘embrace our blackness’, but embrace it in a way that represents YOU. Not everyone else.

For myself, I embrace with what I write about, not necessarily how I write. Because I write how I think and talk, but I try to share plot and experiences that normally resonate with who I am as a black woman. Cookouts, extended family mannerisms and traditions, how I do my hair and take care of my skin, etc.

You are not a phony and you are not ‘whitewashed’. You’re Bonnie, and Bonnie writes how Bonnie speaks, acts, and feels. Period.

In my opinion, trying to write a certain way to appeal to someone else only takes away from your own authenticity. This isn’t to invalidate someone else’s experience, but you shouldn’t have to pretend to embrace your ‘blackness’. Being able to overcome this feeling is such a strength that you should continue to hold close 💕

Girl, look at me rambling LMFAO. THE POINT IS, I’m so happy that I was able to help you embrace more of who you are. I’m happy that you enjoy my words. I’m happy that you have the strength to create how you want. And I’m just…really happy for meeting you 🥹

Create your stories however you want. As long as Bonnie is happy and Bonnie is enjoying it and Bonnie is not intentionally hurting others, that’s all that should matter.

Love you lots as well. Thank you for being the beautiful mootie that you are 💕😘

[ginnystrophyhusband]

Hinny microfics

I am breathing new life into the hinny microfics, that was previously wonderfully hosted through @hinnymicrofic and will now be hosted on here and through our Discord.

The microfic concept:

Every month a list of prompts are posted and you pick one (or multiple) and write a very short (less than 500 words) fic about Hinny with that prompt. You can do a full month and post the prompt corresponding to the day, but you don't need to stick to that.

Rules

main ship should be Hinny

aim for less than 500 words, 1K absolute max.

If it is more than 1K, it is now a micro-oops!

There is an AO3 collection you can post to (you can for example have a microfic story you then post a microfic per chapter)

Tag us (@ginnystrophyhusband) and we'll reblog it here

Feel free to share it on our discord server

Please mention the prompt used at the top of your fic

If you have questions, please send us an ask our ask it on the server.

Rewards: Of course you are rewarded for your hard work. For every microfic you are rewarded a slice of the coveted treacle tart. Point system:

1 slice of treacle tart per microfic

10 slices make one treacle tart

5 treacle tarts will bring you a bonus jar of pickled toads. Yummy!

If you complete all prompts for a month, you are rewarded the treacle tart extraordinaire

NOTE: in order to receive your treacle tarts, please join our discord and share your fics in the appropriate channel.

The microfic prompts will be shared monthly in a separate post (all relevant posts are tagged hinnymicrofics) and updated on the server.

Discord server AO3 collection

[cdsillylilyposting]

It feels like Lily only wants DnD to revolve around Baldurs Gate.

YES

Like idk what you expect from her overly controlling ass, that she'd like a game of cooperative story telling? Where she can't (shouldnt) micro manage all the characters at once?

Or or that in a game of dnd where it's has less tokens and physical demarcation of points and the concept of consistency is important for the game to function she wouldn't constantly want do overs restarts claim

Oh or what about not liking a particular players aims for their own character? Or if she dm'd it wouldn't be EVEN worse as she couldn't conceive of an interesting plot or want to think about her players and would rather micro fic two random npcs together

That wouldnt be all of it, just just a nightmare i would hazard

[whickberstreetwriters]

Whickber Street Writers Association is proud to announce that we will present at The Ineffable Con 5 this Saturday! Link to program here We will present live at 1600 BST / 1100 Eastern Time / 0800 Pacific Time. The presentation will be recorded and will be available online after the event. Our presentation is titled: “You Are Not Alone: Empowering fanfic writers and other creatives through micro-communities within the Good Omens mega-fandom”

We will share a bit about our organization and our membership, discuss some useful concepts for building a creative and collaborative community, and share some examples of how this has helped our writers to produce awesome, transformative works. We will reserve time for Q&A to give audience members a chance to ask questions in the spirit of community building. 

Check out our AO3 Collection: Whicker Street Writers to see our fics!

Presenters: @secretlywingedphantom, @ines2925, @azeutreciathewicked.