#(if u missed my last post about it i wanna do a time travel fic for vash lol. a la NG+ for persona games.)

[orcelito]

But. Yeah. i finished reading trigun maximum.

this manga ripped me apart limb from limb, then put me back together again. never have i felt a catharsis this deep before. a manga that made me cry seven times, as opposed to the previous record holders of two times each.

it really is something special. and i love it so, so, SO much.

[residenthughes]

once bitten, twice shy

pairing: leon kennedy x gender neutral reader

word count: 3.8k (yippee!)

tags/warnings: college/university au, fluff, mentions of vomit/sick and alcohol

summary: house parties can be a strange place. they can be even stranger when you're about to throw up and have to argue to use the bathroom with a certain blue eyed, blonde haired boy too.

notes: my baby! so glad to have finished this! <3 i started writing this pretty much after my last fic (which received so much love, thank you so so much 💗) and finally came together after i went out myself, hehe. have deadlines/exams coming up soon so i'm not particularly sure how much i'll be posting on here until mid june, so mayhaps consider this a gift for not posting then? 🥹 haha, love u all and hope u enjoy!

You enjoyed a good night out once in a while. Your friends and yourself dressed to the nines as you dance the night away with liquor tainted lips and all the freedom in the palm of your hand. It was a great escape from the pressures of endless coursework and constant group meetings. You enjoyed a good house party, too. However, you hadn’t had much luck with those ones. Despite the smaller crowd it drew, the handful of new faces had you anxiously gulping away at your alcohol, ultimately leading to cringe-worthy videos your friends would show you the next day. Based on this, you should have known better - should have politely declined when your friends suggested attending her classmates’ house party and spent the night maybe regretting it. In spite of the myriad of reasons, the past week had been dreadful beyond words and it was an opportunity to wear your latest going out outfit. It was near impossible to say no.

So, here you are. Having the time of your life with friends, dancing under blue flickering lights and letting the night take you away. Well - that’s what you were doing. What you are doing now is desperately trying to find the toilet - your stomach was already uneasy due to the nerves of meeting new people at the party, so you’re sure the sugary drinks added to the alcohol in your system didn’t help either. You felt queasy and an urgent need to relieve yourself, still to no avail. The downstairs bathroom was occupied, so with the sickly feeling travelling up your system, you barge through the mob of people littering the hallways, hand over your mouth in a futile attempt to keep whatever was coming up down.

At the end of the upstairs hallway, your friend’s classmate explained there was an additional bathroom. You’ve never been more relieved to see anything more in your life. Without knowing it, you’re making a mad dash for it, bumping shoulders and mumbling a thousand sorrys. You’re a sight for sore eyes, you know you are, but with the pressing urge to not have witnesses to your untimely projectile vomiting, you really couldn’t give a damn.

You’re so happy to have found the bathroom, even if it may have also been occupied that your eyes miss another figure aiming for the room too. It’s only when your hand reaches for the doorknob that it’s shielded by another hand. Large and comforting. Your eyes search for the source.

Amidst the darkness that permeates the hallways, the blue mood lights provide glimpses into the mystery of the shadowy figure with gentle hands. His face, ivory in colour, is all slopes, features sharp and striking. His cerulean blue eyes framed by the length of his long eyelashes and dirty blond hair makes your heart stutter messily in your chest. For a split second, there is nothing you can do but stare in awe, the tall tales of infatuation spinning your head dizzy.

“Shit, did you wanna go first?” His voice sounds like a siren, sweet and melodic all at once.

With the countless thoughts zooming through your brain, you’re certain any words that would filter through your lips would be nothing except incoherent mumbles. You settle for a nod.

“Uh, hate to break it to you sweetheart, but I needa go too.” His hand is still over yours and if not for the terrible rumble in your stomach, it would have been swept off your feet, along with the sickeningly sweet pet name he gives you.

“Maybe try downstairs? I’m sure it’ll be free soon.” This is the first time you’ve spoken during your brief conversation. The quick raise of the handsome stranger’s eyebrows encourages sheepishness to gnaw at your skin, the pink hues of your cheeks deepening.

“Ocupado, ‘m afraid.” he grins with a sliver of teeth, facial expression moulding into the awkwardness that starts to circle itself around the two of you.

Your hand turns the doorknob faintly and you catch the desperation that flashes in his eyes at your actions. If you weren’t about to soil your new top with stomach acid, you would’ve let him go first, bashful as ever as you hoped you would find him later on in the night whilst hoping he’d spare you another glance. Nevertheless, that was not the case.

“I’m sorry but,” you gulp, trying to keep whatever was coming up back down. “I really, really, really need to go, so…”

He’s stubborn. Stubborn as an ass apparently, because his hand still remains on yours. “Of course, but equally, I need to go as well. Surely, there’s like a sink or something I can go in. I’m really desperate.”

You can’t help as you wrinkle your nose, your patience wearing thin. You literally have to be sick. Why is this not being addressed? “Can’t you just pee outside? Guys do that all the time, don’t they?”

“I’m not an animal, you know.” the handsome stranger argues, and your eye twitches.

How did you end up arguing with a good-looking guy outside a bathroom at a house party?

“I’m not being funny, but if you don’t move, I will throw up all over you.”

“I’ve been meaning to go for an hour now. Can’t we make some sort of compromise?”

You were at your wits end. “As if, you fucking masochist! I’m going first!”

And you do, barging into the blindingly white room with all your might and making a beeline for the toilet. A heavy sigh sounds behind you as you heave into the toilet, bracing yourself for the ugly sight that’ll swim before you.

You hear a zip being undone and the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. “Surely, you’re not…?”

“I told you I needed to go.” the voice comes from the shower beside you. The world spins. House parties fucking suck.

You opt to fully exit your bitter discussion, focusing on ugly turns in your stomach. Your hair circles your face and you curse yourself for not having tied it up beforehand because obviously, it was going to–

It flows out of you. Swiftly and without much difficulty. You lunge forwards into the toilet bowl as the vomit empties out of you whilst the shower runs briefly, followed by the sink.

You just wanna go home.

“Hey,” the call for your attention is docile, the boy’s voice more sympathetic now. “You got a hair tie on ya?”

At this point, you’re on your knees, throwing up your early dinner in front of a boy you bad mouthed because you both wanted to use the bathroom at the same time. There’s no point in being shy now. You want all the help you can get.

You manage to shimmy the hair tie off your wrist and hand it towards his vague direction. For how unacquainted you two are, you move in great harmony as the boy grabs the hair tie and captures all your hair with ease whilst you busy yourself with other pressing issues.

When he’s finished, hair away from your face and in a low ponytail, the warmth of his hand settles against your back. The tears brimming in your eyes fall into the toilet bowl, body still before slow caresses have you melting into the palm of his hand.

“I…I know one of the guys that lives here,” he volunteers, tone unsure. “I’m sure he won’t mind you using one of his spare toothbrushes underneath the sink.”

You only manage back a groan, the icky feeling of humiliation creeping up on you as you continue to exhale into the toilet bowl.

“I’ll be back.”

And the man who peed in the shower leaves. Ok, that was rude of you, he did just help you when you were vomiting in spite of not knowing you. You should have more compassion for him, instead of lashing out at him out of embarrassment. When he gets back, you should thank him for all his help and hope to never see him again. You didn’t think you could live comfortably with yourself if you ever saw him again.

The faint thumps of typical party hits hammer beyond the bathroom, pouring in briefly when the man comes back into the room. By this point, your stomach has settled and you’ve flushed the toilet, yet your head still remains somewhat in the toilet because you couldn’t bear to come face-to-face with the guilt wrapped up in the form of a handsome, kind stranger.

“He said it’s cool, just open the new pack in the grey caddy.” You hear joints crack besides you before there’s a pat on your back. The comfort it brings is enough for you to swallow your pride. “Also, there’s some water next to you. Figured you wouldn’t want to go looking for it.”

Regardless of the ever growing shame that wants to drown you into a sad shell of yourself, your heart swells. The unprompted kindness offered from the stranger is refreshing, you wish you could tell him how grateful you are for him without your shame keeping your head in the toilet bowl.

“I’m sorry,” you breathe, wincing at the cringing sensations that course through your body. “Sorry for calling you a masochist earlier.”

He huffs out a bout of laughter and your heart feels lighter. “In all fairness, I was pretty crazy for holding it for that long, so I don’t blame you.”

You hated how you’d have to avoid this man after you two left this room. He was sweet, polite and made you laugh. Why did you have to meet under such ugly conditions?

“Thank you,” you exhale, feeling your heart bloom with the warmth he radiates. “Really.”

“No prob,” he lifts his hand off your back and suddenly, you’re cold again. “I’ll leave you to it. If you need me, I’ll be in the kitchen. If not, probably fucking it up on the dancefloor.”

You mumble another thank you after the laughter that leaves your lips, the blue-eyed stranger exiting and leaving you to clean yourself up as ponder on his kindness for a little longer than necessary.

-

You manage to sneak past the kitchen without bumping into the kind stranger. If you weren’t embarrassed before, the embarrassment catches up with you now. Outside, where the cool October wind blows, you’re perched on a step of the back porch, curled into yourself as you breathe in and breathe out. Things could have been a lot worse. You could have thrown up all yourself, delirious and none the wiser as nasty spirited individuals videoed the spectacle, not intervening even once. You could have been in a worse state in front of the stranger, vomit embedded in your hair as you wailed to call your friends or to go home. It could have been so much worse, yet here you are, rocking away as you will yourself not to cry.

You blame it on the emotional turmoil that’s plagued your week. Your academic and interpersonal affairs bore a burden like never before, pushing you beyond your means countless times this week and eventually, as you self soothe in solitude, you succumb to their will. Your friends are worried sick, searching every inch of the unfathomably large house to find you. You shoot them a text, notifying them of your safety and the privacy you seek. With dozens of texts that express reassurance, you let out a sigh before the music playing inside is too good for you to ignore.

Call it foolish, but it’s the nostalgic sounds of 00s’ dance that help you pick up the pieces. Assist in the carefree attitude you adopt that leads you right back inside, finding your friends and changing the course of the night.

If only you knew your carefree attitude would have you right where you once were. Face to face with the handsome stranger, the ends of an empty beer bottle pointed towards you two as bystanders ooh and ahh.

“Get in there, Leon!” a friend - you assume - hollers, slurring his words as he lazily drapes against Leon’s rigid frame.

You two exchange a look, eyes seeking any kind of communication that would hint at what the future held.

Your hand is given a squeeze and suddenly one of your friend’s whispers into your ear. “He’s cute, go for it.”

You crimson. At her words and at the fact that your next encounter with Leon has come so soon. Relentless is the sensation of dread and cringe as it sinks into your bones and buries you into the ground. All eyes are on you and you want nothing more but cringe? Disappear? Run away? There’s so much going on in your head right now.

A hand is outreached. It’s as if a lifeforce beyond yours comes down to save you, extending their hand to sail you away to safety. Alias, it is nothing but a figment of your imagination as you peer up, eyes sparkling as Leon’s tall figure towers over yours. For a second, you can’t read his facial expression, can’t comprehend the logistics of your predicament. However, when the edge of his lips curl upwards, pleasant and mellow in nature, there’s a sense of relief that starts to wash over you.

“Ready if you are.”

He has a way with words. He must have. Otherwise you wouldn’t have felt so comforted on that bathroom floor, otherwise you wouldn’t be in some confined closet, little to no light with the same person you threw up in front of.

“Well,” he starts off after a minute or two of silence. “This is…”

“Awkward.”

A cough is followed by silence. Then laughter.

Out of all the people at this party, the universe had to fabricate yet another meeting with Leon. The guy who you basically cussed out in order to use the bathroom. The same man that after washing his hands, held your hair up for you and soothed your sickness with a gentle back rub. There is nothing more you want to do right now than crawl out of your skin.

“You feeling a bit better now?” Leon’s voice is hushed when he talks to you, gentle and filled with unexpected care.

Despite the awkwardness of your situation, you can’t help disregarding such lame state of feeling as you lean into his kindness. “Yeah, I had a bit more water and was outside for a bit, so I’m pretty much sober now.”

Your fingernails dig into the flesh of your palm. A nervous tic. “Thank you. And, sorry.”

Leon appears to relax into the flow of conversation, moving his body to lean against the wall of the compact closet you find yourselves in. As he shuffles, notes of smoky vanilla waft in the air, Leon’s cologne finding its way to you. The smile you hide behind a closed fist is all kinds of bashful, body drawn to the intoxicating nature of the fragrance.

“I wasn’t terribly nice to you either, so think of it as making amends,” his hand extends forwards, bridging the gap between the two of you. “Truce?”

Amusement tugs at the ends of your lips, humoured by the hints of unseriousness that seems to be a recurring theme in your story. Going from badmouthing one another to being shoved into a tiny closet for Seven Minutes in Heaven and forced to call truce. It’s the kind of bizarre story that hangs in the air after a night out, disgustingly hungover in bed as your friends jam into someone’s room and recall the night’s events.

“Truce.”

You shake on it, pulling away when the flutter of your heart tickles your chest.

Through the dim sliver of marmalade orange light that peeks through the bottom gap of the door, you catch glimpses of Leon. The sharp slants of his jaw, the heavy flutter of his eyelashes, the sheepishness of his smile - all lopsided and accompanied the hues of strawberry jam red. He’s trying his best and it’s endearing. As is he. Charming and caring, a little silly yet undeniably sweet. Perhaps your perspective on him is a bit skewed due to the remnants of alcohol that float in your system, but if you happened across the same dirty blond, blue eyed boy on campus, you know your heart would still beat the same.

“Three minutes!” Someone yells beyond the door, prompting an uptake in your breath.

Never too forward, Leon draws closer to you, hands to himself as he suggests, “We could just head back out, if you’d like. I’m sure they’re not gonna be too up their asses about it.”

You don’t miss a beat. “I don’t want to.”

You’re both caught off guard. Your eyes widened and Leon’s eyebrow raised. It’s as if you’ve been exposed, barenaked for all the world to see your secrets. In itself, your response isn’t the strangest. Anyone would assume after calling truce, your allocated time meant to be spent together could foster the beginnings of a friendship, a friendly conversation. Even so, Leon and yourself were getting ahead of yourselves - reading in between the lines, sifting for something that was there.

“I mean,” the wardrobe is suddenly indescribably small, the surface of your cheeks warming as your eyes dart all over the place. What is going on here? “We could always just talk or…”

“Or what?”

Leon’s being mean. He knows he is. But, he can’t help himself. Jumping the gun, clawing at any and every opportunity to be close to you. Leon spotted your figure earlier during the course of the night, eyes capturing the shimmer in your eyes and bounce of your hair as you happily twirled your friends around on the dancefloor. You were simply magnetic, doused in dazzle and delight as your glittery makeup highlighted your timeless beauty. Leon would’ve approached you, winning you over with his charm and foolish dance moves - but he needed a drink. A drink which became two, two which became three and ultimately he broke the seal, landing him on a collision course with you outside the bathroom.

This isn’t how he imagined meeting you.

Nevertheless, you were together and despite the not-so-great circumstances presented, Leon made the best of it. Helping you and being the gentleman he is. And even if you never saw each other again, he would still remember you for all the shimmer in your eyes and just how infectious your smile was.

Now, under more favourable conditions, he doesn’t want his time with you to end. You’re just as captivating up close, if not more. Timid yet so sweet. Leon gets lost in you - lost in the details of your hair, your voice, your eyes. He wonders if the longer he prolongs your conversation, the sooner you’ll see his attraction towards you. Hopes you’ll reciprocate, hopes you’ll see it too.

“I don’t know.” You settle for, casting your eyes away from Leon as you twiddle your thumbs.

You want to be close with Leon, maybe kiss him if you could. But, you just don’t know. He’s seen you at your worst, sick in the toilet without a thought behind your eyes. You’re still embarrassed - even if Leon makes good work of fending that off. And perhaps because of that, along with other complexities, you want to be close with him.

If only he’d let you.

There’s a huff of frustration before something knocks your shoe. You look, examining Leon’s tired Converse shoe that nestles against your own pair of shoes. Your heart stills.

“I saw you earlier,” he starts, standing tall as he inches closer towards you. His pools of blue know only the sight of your lips, pink in hue and supple with lipgloss. He briefly looks away for his own good. “You looked really good on the dance floor.”

The gravity of your current reality settles in quick. Leon’s with you. Initiating everything and bringing this whole charade to a close. Your instinct is to wrestle with the reasons why, question his intentions and ultimately, take a step back. But, you’re exhausted. You’ve done enough mental gymnastics to last you a lifetime. You know you want this, so why can’t you have it? The answer is clear now. You take the plunge, hands grasping onto his backarm as you test the waters. “You think so?”

You’re gazing into each other’s eyes now, nowhere to run or hide. Leon hums in response yet still searches for something in your eyes - a glimmer of hope, confirmation to proceed and gets it in the form of you leaning into him with the bat of your eyelashes. His arms circle your waist, hesitant at first but solid in their place on the small of your back. You’re already seeing stars.

“Leon?” your voice is barely above a whisper, forehead pressed against Leon’s as you grow impatient.

He hums in reply. “Can we? Can we-”

“Can we kiss?” he says this, lips brushing up against yours. You grip his broad shoulder extra hard incase you buckle at the knees.

“Please,” you only manage to get out before your lips connect.

Leon shows you just how much he wants this, how much he wants you in his kisses. Gentle yet firm in his desire, his lips envelope yours in a way that sets your heart ablaze. Your brain short circuits, the sparks soaring between the two of you insatiable as you melt into each other. Your hand falls to brace yourself against Leon’s chest, the accelerated patter of his heart vibrating against your palm. You can’t help the smile that blends into your kiss, opening an invitation for Leon’s tongue that glides against the flesh of your bottom lip.

“Time’s up!”

His teeth plunge into your bottom lip lightly. You separate with a whine.

There’s a moment before the door opens, time where your eyes scan over Leon to gather all your thoughts and take him in. His pupils are full blown, his arctic blue irises submerged in the dilation of his pupils, lips plump with need and breath laboured. He looks far away, as if he is immersed in a dream that’s too good to be true and judging by the smile that graces his face, you’re sure you look the same.

“Need a mint?” Leon’s all jokes, smile giddy and besotted.

You roll your eyes in response, playfully jabbing his hard bicep with a closed fist. “Says the one who stuck his tongue down my throat.”

“Guilty as charged,” he holds his hands up in surrender, eyes giving you their undivided attention. “Wouldn’t mind doing that again though.”

He punctuates his point with circling his arm around your waist, drawing you in close before placing a delicate kiss against the flushed skin of your cheeks. It’s shameful how much you like this guy already.

“You’re disgusting.”

The door opens and you leave the closet happier than you ever were before.

[junghelioseok]

clandestine. | 03

↳ forbidden fruit tastes the sweetest.

◇ jungkook x reader ◇ smut | fluff | brother’s best friend!au ◇ 9.2k [3/6]

notes: this will likely be my last update of this fic until the new year, because i have two (2!!!) other fics that i’m planning to post in december, including another jungoo one, so! please look forward to those, and enjoy this chapter in the meantime! 

warnings: jk’s massive noona kink: a recurring yet warranted warning, me absolutely fucking up everything about korea’s geography probably, semi-public? fingering???, jungkook....... shall we say, rocks the boat, there is one (1) dick pic but no one’s complaining

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Monday - 11:27am

Kim Taehyung added you to the group: the great escape!!!!!! 🏝🚗💨

[11:27am] Taehyung: let’s gooooooooooo!!

[11:27am] Jisoo: ???

[11:28am] Lisa: go where?

[11:28am] Taehyung: parks lake house this weekend! we’re going on vacation!

[11:28am] You: hold up tae, we haven’t even asked our parents if we can have the house yet

[11:29am] Chimchim: oh yeah lmao

[11:29am] Chimchim: u wanna go ask noona??

[11:29am] You: nope

[11:30am] Chimchim: ugh, fine

[11:30am] Chimchim: u big baby

[11: 31am] You: 🙄

[11: 37am] Chimchim: they said yes!

[11:38am] Taehyung: LET’S GOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

[11:38am] Minho: sweet 👍

[11:38am] Taemin: tight

[11:39am] Jungkook: dope

[11:40AM] Jisoo: you’re all idiots 🙄

Tuesday - 2:34pm

[2:34pm] Chimchim: i’ve secured the van

[2:34pm] Chimchim: for the trip i mean

[2:35pm] Taehyung: noice

[2:35pm] You: 10 people aren’t gonna fit in mom’s van, chim

[2:37pm] Jungkook: i can drive too

[2:37pm] Chimchim: 👍👍

[2:37pm] Chimchim: see? nothing to worry about

[2:38pm] Jungkook: yeah noona, nothing to worry about. nothing at all.

Wednesday - 9:49pm

[9:49pm] Taehyung: oh my god we need FOOD

[9:49pm] Lisa: you’re just realizing that now?

[9:50pm] Taehyung: shut up

[9:50pm] Taehyung: i have a cooler

[9:51pm] Lisa: and ice?

[9:51pm] Taehyung: ………… i will buy some ice

[9:52pm] You: there’s a grocery store on the way up that we always used to go to, we can stock up there

[9:52pm] Taehyung: 👍

[9:54pm] You: you also better remember to bring your own towels. and more than one change of clothing

[9:54pm] Taehyung: 👍👍

[9:55pm] Chimchim: yes, mom

///

The day of the trip finds you standing in the foyer, rifling through your purse to make sure you have all the essentials. Off in the distance, you can hear Jimin sprinting around frantically, catching the briefest glimpse of his ruffled blond hair before he disappears again into the depths of the house.

“Chim, I swear to god. Why didn’t you pack earlier?”

“I did!” your brother whines, poking his head out from the living room where his suitcase is lying wide open, belongings scattered in every direction. “It’s just that—oh, fuck. Do you have my toothbrush?”

“Why would I have your toothbrush?” you deadpan.

He ignores you, and not two seconds later, he lets out an excited shout. “Never mind! I found it!”

You sigh and rub your temples. The trip hasn’t even begun, yet you’re already feeling the beginnings of a headache coming on. “I’m going outside,” you call to your brother, who grunts in acknowledgement. Opening up the front door, you drag your suitcase out onto the sun-drenched porch, relishing the welcome breeze that caresses your cheeks and whispers through your hair.

The rare moment of peace is broken almost immediately by the rumble of a starting engine—the sound shuddery and wavering before it finally evens out into a steady, mechanical purr. It’s coming from nearby, and your gaze immediately travels to the neighboring driveway where a beat-up sedan sits, torn between exasperation and amusement when you see Jungkook waving at you from the driver’s seat.

“I’m coming to pick you up!” he calls through the open window, and you hold back your laughter as he reverses out of his driveway, rolls ten feet down the street, and pulls into yours.

“Was that really necessary?” you ask once he’s parked.

“Of course it was,” he replies, hopping out to grab your suitcase. You watch as he pops the trunk and loads it inside, and blanch when you realize what that means.

“Wait a second. Am I riding with you?”

Some emotion flashes across his face, but he wipes it away before you can identify it. “Would that be so terrible?”

It’s been one week since Taehyung’s party, and Jisoo’s warning still rings loud and clear in your brain. Still, you feign nonchalance and tamp down the uptick in your heart rate, offering him a shrug. “Just wasn’t expecting it, that’s all.”

He grunts. An awkward silence settles over you as he adjusts your suitcase in the trunk beside his, and you distract yourself by fiddling with your purse strap until he slams the lid closed.

“So…” you start after a few seconds. “Are we picking anyone else up?”

“Yugyeom,” Jungkook replies, opening up the driver’s side door and climbing in. Hesitantly, you make your way over to the other side of the car, wondering if there’s any way you can avoid sitting in the passenger seat without looking like a total weirdo.

“Oh! Jungkook’s here already?” Jimin exits the house at last, lugging his suitcase and a smaller backpack. He shoves both into the backseat of your mother’s van before coming over, frowning when he sees you hovering near the trunk. “Why are you just standing there?”

You make a face at him. “We’re waiting for you, dumbass. Who’s riding with you?”

“Tae, Minho, and Taemin,” your brother replies. “Didn’t you see the group chat this morning?”

“I muted it days ago,” you admit. “You guys were annoying as hell.” Then another thought strikes you, your brain belatedly registering the names Jimin listed. “Wait, what about the girls? Aren’t they coming?”

Your brother rolls his eyes. “Jisoo’s working as a camp counselor this summer, and Lisa has other vacation plans. Maybe if you hadn’t muted the chat, you’d have known that.”

He has a point, though you aren’t about to admit that. You’re also wise enough not to inquire about the third member of the trio, remembering Jisoo’s revelation at the party. It’s no surprise that Chaeyoung isn’t joining you for the weekend—you’d want to avoid extended periods of time with your ex-boyfriend too. At the thought, your gaze reluctantly flits back over to the ex in question, who raises an expectant brow when he catches your eye.

“Ready?” he calls out the open window.

No, you want to say. But Jimin has already clambered into the van and slammed the door shut, and Jungkook’s car is blocking the van in the driveway so you suck in a deep breath and slide into the passenger seat beside your dark-haired neighbor.

“Yeah. Let’s go.”

Jungkook nods and throws the car into reverse. One hand splays across the wheel while the other comes up to rest on the back of your seat, and your breath hitches when he cranes around to check his blind spots, his face suddenly too close for comfort.

He’s playing with you, you tell yourself firmly, leaning back until your back’s pressed against the door and you can safely breathe again. Chaeyoung. Think about what he did to Chaeyoung.

“Hey, I made a roadtrip mix,” Jungkook pipes up all of a sudden. He grabs his phone from where it’s resting on the dashboard, tapping at the screen until the first strains of a melody filter through the car speakers. “It should last us the whole way.”

You perk up when you recognize the tune. “Oh! I love this song.”

Jungkook watches out of the corner of his eye as you bob your head to the beat, before smiling down at his lap. “Yeah. I know.”

///

Yugyeom lives on the other side of town, in a sprawling, winding neighborhood that sends your brain—and your phone’s GPS—into a complete and total tailspin. “Wait, wait—hang on. I think you missed a turn. You must have.”

Jungkook’s face crumples in confusion as he slows the car to a crawl, drawing a few irritated honks from the cars behind you. “There weren’t any streets back there, though.”

“Are you sure?” you ask, twisting in your seat to get a better look. “The directions said to take a right in… oh, fuck, hang on. We’re not even on a digitized road anymore, apparently.”

Jungkook heaves a sigh, but when you glance up at him, he’s wearing a grin. “Come on, Noona. You’re supposed to be my navigator. I’m depending on you.”

“I only know how to get us to the lake house, not Yugyeom’s,” you sniff defensively. “This is way beyond my pay grade.”

Jungkook chortles and reaches out, extending an open palm. “Can I see your phone for a sec?” You nod, handing it over, and he clicks his tongue as he turns it upside-down—rotating it a full three hundred and sixty degrees before returning it. “We might be lost,” he declares.

“Gee, you don’t say.”

He chuckles again. Picking up his own phone, he swipes a thumb across the screen before handing the unlocked device over. “Here, call Yugyeom. Put him on speaker, yeah?”

You hum in acknowledgement and scroll down in his contacts until you find the other boy’s name, clicking it open. A photo fills the screen as it rings—clearly a group photo from the way it’s cropped, zoomed in on Yugyeom and the ridiculous face he’s making.

“Is this from graduation?” you ask curiously.

Jungkook blinks and tears his gaze away from the windshield. “Huh?”

“Yugyeom’s contact photo,” you clarify, tilting the phone screen so he can see. “He’s got robes on.”

“Oh.” He looks away again, cheeks flushing. “Yeah. It’s lame, I know.”

You shake your head. “Don’t say that. I think it’s nice.”

Jungkook doesn’t get a chance to respond, but it’s impossible to miss the grin that crinkles his face and settles there. There’s a staticky hum as the line connects, and then Yugyeom’s voice is filling the vehicle, sounding as if he’s just rolled out of bed.

“Whaddaya want?”

“We can’t find your fucking house, man,” Jungkook says bluntly, turning onto a street that you’ve driven down at least three times by this point. “Where do you live?”

On the other end of the line, Yugyeom sighs. “Okay, okay. What street are you guys on?”

That gives Jungkook pause. “Uhh, Cedar Street? Oak Avenue? It has a tree name.”

“Neither of those streets exist, dude.”

“Birch Boulevard!” you exclaim. “We’re on Birch Boulevard. I saw the sign a while back.”

“Ah, okay. You’re close, then. Do you see a sign for Linden Lane?”

You glance around until you alight on a signpost. “Yeah.”

“Turn right onto it. Then take the first left, go past the cul-de-sac, and another left. Do not pass Go, and do not collect two-hundred dollars. I’m the fifth house on the right.”

He ends the call before you can ask him to repeat the directions, and you send Jungkook a helpless look. “Did you get all of that?”

“Besides the overused Monopoly joke?” Jungkook asks.. “Yeah, I got it. Right, left, left. Fifth house. Shouldn’t take more than a few minutes to get there.”

And true to his word, you arrive at the house three minutes later. Yugyeom is standing on the front step with rumpled hair and a duffel bag at his feet, and you snort when he throws open the car door and flops across the entirety of the backseat.

“Rough morning?”

“Stayed up late packing,” he says by way of explanation, his eyes already beginning to drift shut. Jungkook immediately turns the music up, and you giggle when Yugyeom shoots upright at the bassline that’s now shaking the entire vehicle. “I’m up, I’m up! Jeez, man.”

Jungkook just sends him an innocent grin in the rearview mirror. You turn the volume back down to a reasonable level as Yugyeom directs Jungkook onto the best route to take out of the neighborhood, and it isn’t long before you’re merging onto the highway that leads toward the coast.

You’re just beginning to get comfortable, staring out the window at the passing cityscape, when your leg vibrates with an incoming text notification. Glancing down, you see that Jungkook’s phone has slipped between your thigh and the seat, the screen lit with a new message.

[10:21am] Minho: gonna be at the store in 10

“Minho says they’ll be at the grocery store in ten minutes,” you relay to your companions. “We have a little longer to go. Probably another half hour or so.”

“We wouldn’t be so far behind if Yugyeom didn’t live in a fucking labyrinth,” Jungkook remarks, but a glance at the young man in the backseat reveals that he’s drifted off despite your earlier stunt. Rolling his eyes, he turns to you. “Can you text him back, Noona?”

You nod and hold out his phone so he can unlock it with his thumb. “Hey,” you say once you’ve hit send on the message. “Do you have a contact photo for me?”

Jungkook stiffens slightly, his gaze skittering between you and the road. “Oh. Uh, yeah, I guess I do. But it’s nothing, really. It’s kinda lame. But you… you can look at it if you want.”

Curiosity piqued, you scroll down until you find your name, tapping on the image beside it. The photo is from several years ago, during a family trip to the lake house with the Jeons. You are no older than fifteen, your arm slung around a fourteen-year-old Jungkook as the two of you stand knee-deep in the lake, wearing swimsuits and bright smiles. In the background, you can just barely make out a blurry Jimin mid-splash.

“I remember this,” you murmur, zooming in on your smiling faces. “That was a fun summer.”

“Junghyun was grumpy the whole time,” Jungkook recalls with a laugh. “But we had a good time, didn’t we? We practically lived in the lake that entire week.”

“Or that old canoe.” You grin, taking one last look at the photo before locking his phone and handing it back to him. “Remember? We’d always row out too far, and our parents would scream for us to come back before we fell in and drowned.”

Jungkook snickers. “As if I’d ever let you drown. I’m a great swimmer.”

“Are you saying I’m not?”

He backpedals immediately, realizing his mistake. “Hey, don’t twist my words. I said nothing of the sort.”

“That’s what I thought.” Giggling, you turn to look out the window, propping your chin in your palm as you watch the scenery flash past. “And I want that photo, by the way. Send it to me?”

“As soon as we get to the store,” Jungkook promises. “Speaking of which, we’re getting close. Keep an eye out for the exit for me?”

“Deal.”

///

Jimin and the others are waiting in the parking lot when you arrive, perched on and around the van as they watch Jungkook expertly maneuver the car into a neighboring parking space. “Took you long enough,” your brother says once the engine is cut, hopping off the hood and landing lightly on both feet.

“We’re here now, aren’t we?” you snark as you join the others hovering near the grocery store entrance. Jimin makes a face at you, and you stick your tongue out in response. After a quick huddle—wherein you form a very haphazard game plan—everyone disperses. Jimin grabs a shopping cart and heads inside with Taehyung and Minho, the latter of whom is trying to clamber his way into the cart to hitch a ride.

Sighing, you grab a shopping cart of your own and scan the interior of the store for the produce section. They’ve rearranged the aisles since you were last here, but you quickly find what you’re looking for and begin picking your way over when Jungkook materializes at your side.

“So, what are you thinking for food?” he asks, nudging you away so he can push the cart in your stead.

You allow him to take over, gesturing toward your destination. “I know my brother,” you tell him dryly. “He’s going to buy meat and completely forget about everything else. And I don’t trust any of you to buy a single fruit or vegetable.”

“I like fruit and vegetables,” Jungkook defends.

“You like everything,” you correct, flashing him a teasing grin before leading him into the produce section.

Grocery shopping with Jungkook turns out to be surprisingly pleasant—comfortable, even. He proves adept at finding the ripest fruits and greenest vegetables, and when you ask him to find some apples, he trots off immediately and returns with a handful of sweet potatoes in addition to your requested fruit.

You raise an eyebrow. “What are you planning to do with those?”

Jungkook feigns offense, slapping a hand to his heart. “That’s cold, Noona. Don’t you think I can cook?”

“I’ve never seen you cook in my life,” you respond. “How am I supposed to know if you can or not?”

“I can,” he promises. “And I’ll prove it too, if you let me.”

You get the feeling he’s not just talking about cooking anymore, but he doesn’t give you a chance to answer. Dropping the apples and potatoes into the cart, he flashes you a crooked little smile before turning toward a display of cabbages, leaving you to wonder at what exactly is going through his head.

///

It’s nearly one in the afternoon when you arrive at your family’s lake house. The last stretch of the drive takes you through the forest along a winding, narrow road, but Jungkook is a capable driver and you know the way well enough to warn him about any upcoming hairpin turns. Piling out of the car, the three of you make quick work of putting the food safely into the refrigerator. By the time you’re finished, Jimin and the others have arrived as well, lugging their belongings inside and setting them inside the entryway.

“So who’s sleeping where?” Taehyung asks, glancing around the house. It’s modestly sized, with a living area on one side and a combined dining room and kitchen on the other. Three bedrooms and a bathroom branch off of the hallway between them, ending in a back door that leads out to the lake. Through the window, you can see the water glimmering in the sunlight, hazy and golden.

“We’ll have to share,” Jimin says. “ If Noona takes one room, that leaves two bedrooms and the pullout couch for the rest of us.”

Jungkook tilts his head. “Rock, paper, scissors?” he suggests, drawing a chorus of groans.

“I always lose!” Jimin complains. “And Taemin cheats!”

“Do not!”

Laughing at the indignant expression on your brother’s face, you decide to leave them to it and head to your bedroom with your luggage in tow. The room is just as you remember it, with a bed tucked against one wall and a dresser on the opposite. There are three doors in total—one that you just entered through, and another that opens into a small closet. The third leads to a bathroom—shared with the bedroom on the other side of the wall that usually belongs to Jimin. Vaguely, you wonder who will be sleeping there tonight, before setting your suitcase on the bed and unzipping it.

“Fuck!”

You jump at the sudden shout, poking your head out into the hallway to see what’s causing all the commotion. Yugyeom is kneeling on the floor with his head down, a crestfallen Taemin standing beside him. Meanwhile, Taehyung and Minho look supremely pleased with themselves, and you see why when they grab their bags and practically skip to the master bedroom across the hall, collapsing onto the king-sized bed.

“Have fun on the couch, losers!” Jimin singsongs, grabbing Jungkook by the wrist and dragging him into their newly won bedroom on your side of the hallway. “Lake in fifteen minutes, so get changed! Last one there’s in charge of dinner!”

The door slams shut behind him, and you roll your eyes before turning back to your opened suitcase and pulling out a book. There’s a perfectly shaded spot beneath one of the trees along the water, and you fully intend to capitalize on the last few hours of daylight before the sun begins to set.

Minho is the only one outside when you exit the house, standing on the dock in a pair of green swim trunks. He waves at you cheerily before cannonballing into the lake, and you squeak as the resulting splash sends water splattering across the front of your shirt.

“Sorry!” he calls when he resurfaces, shaking his hair out like a wet dog.

You wave off his apology with a laugh, settling down onto the soft grass at the base of your chosen tree and opening up your book. The other boys trickle out of the house one by one, but you barely notice. It isn’t until a triumphant shout pierces the air that you finally glance up to see what’s causing all the commotion, your gaze immediately landing on Taehyung standing on the back steps of the house.

“Trust me,” he says, unbothered by his apparent tardiness. “You don’t want me to make dinner.”

Minho pulls a face and straightens up from where he’d been floating on his back. “You know, he kinda has a point there.”

Murmurs of agreement all around. Taehyung gives Jimin a smug smile, who scowls from where he’s sitting at the end of the dock, his bare feet dangling over the edge. “So what now? Do we have to play rock, paper, scissors again?”

“Nah, I’ll do it.”

Every head whips around to face Jungkook, yours included. He’s standing a short ways from where you’re sitting—his approach so quiet that you hadn’t even heard him arrive. The last time you checked, he’d been diving off the dock with Minho and Yugyeom, water pooling in his collarbones and dripping down the ridges of his taut abdomen each time he resurfaced.

Not that you’d been looking, of course.

“Really?” Jimin looks aghast at his best friend’s declaration. “You can cook?”

Jungkook scoffs in disbelief and plops down beside you, leaning back against the tree trunk. “Why does everyone in your family seem surprised by that?” he asks, his lip jutting out in a petulant frown. “Do I seem like someone who can’t cook?”

“Yes,” you tell him honestly, marking your page and letting the book fall shut. “Don’t take it personally, though. Men only learn how to cook in college when they have to start fending for themselves. And sometimes, not even then.”

The noise that leaves Jungkook’s mouth can best be described as disgruntled, but he doesn’t press any further. Instead, he peers over your shoulder to get a look at the cover of your book, mouthing the title to himself before glancing at you. “Haven’t I seen you reading this before?”

“Probably,” you admit. “It’s an old favorite.”

He hums, slouching back against the tree again, and when you look over, you see that both his eyes have fallen shut. With his mouth parted and his dark lashes resting on his cheeks, he looks years younger than he is—and so much more like the Jungkook you used to know.

“Tired?” you whisper.

“Long drive,” Jungkook whispers back, his head already beginning to loll. “Lemme sleep, Noona.”

Smiling to yourself, you return to your book and leave him to rest.

///

“So, what are you even planning to make?” Jimin asks, swinging his legs. He’s seated atop the kitchen counter, taking up the majority of what precious little space there is to begin with, and Jungkook sighs deeply as he’s forced to dodge around him yet again to peer into the refrigerator.

“You’ll see.”

“I don’t think you even know yet,” Taemin pipes up from the doorway. The other boys are in the living room playing Mario Kart, but Taemin and Jimin have selflessly pulled themselves away from the game to help their friend in the kitchen—or so they say. As far as you’re concerned, they’ve been nothing but a nuisance thus far, but you don’t voice that particular thought aloud.

“Ramen doesn’t count as making dinner,” Jimin points out snidely when Jungkook pauses too long next to the box of ramen packs. “Anyone can boil water. And you don’t get to add an egg and call it fancy, like you usually do.”

“My ramen is delicious, excuse you,” Jungkook retorts, pointing a spatula at him. “And that’s not even what I’m making, so fuck off.”

Jimin shrugs, but shuts his mouth nonetheless. You take the opportunity to throw some pork belly at him, the meat wrapped neatly in paper and tied off with twine. “Here,” you tell him. “You could at least make yourself useful and start grilling the meat.”

“Okay, mom,” your brother grumbles under his breath, hopping off the counter. He and Taemin head out to the back porch where the grill sits, and you join Jungkook at the stove where he’s staring thoughtfully at an empty pan.

“Try twisting the dial. I’ve heard that helps.”

Jungkook snaps out of his daze and turns to you. “Huh?”

“The stove. It won’t light itself, you know.”

Chuckling, Jungkook twists the dial as instructed, adding a drizzle of oil to the pan. As it heats up, he turns and selects a knife from the cutlery drawer. The sweet potatoes he’d insisted on purchasing are already washed and peeled, and you watch as he begins to slice them, your gaze automatically flitting down to his exposed forearms, his muscles flexing with every movement.

“Hey, Noona? Can you do me a favor?”

You blink, tearing your gaze from the branching veins lining his arms. “What?”

Jungkook, thankfully, doesn’t seem to notice your distracted state. “Can you put the rice in the microwave?” he asks, and you can’t help but giggle.

“Why?” you tease. “Are you still scared?”

“Of course not,” he retorts, but you don’t miss the wary look that flashes across his face when you plop the rice inside and go to punch in the cook time.

The remainder of the cooking goes smoothly. Jimin and Taemin return with the grilled meat, and Jungkook rebuffs your offer to set the table, leaving his position at the stove to lay plates and utensils down on the table himself. “I’m just about done, anyway,” he tells you, gesturing at the plate of glazed sweet potatoes on the counter. “Sit down and relax, Noona.”

“Fine,” you relent, taking a seat. Jimin takes the chair beside you, and Taemin plops down on his other side. Jungkook sits down just to your left once he’s finished laying out the food, and for a brief, insane moment, you almost think that he’s going to repeat what he’d done at his graduation dinner. But the dark-haired young man remains on his best behavior, keeping his hands to himself under the table, and you aren’t sure whether you’re grateful or disappointed.

The meal flies by in a flurry of laughter and conversation. Jungkook discovers that his glazed sweet potatoes have adhered to the plate, and sends everyone into hysterics when he promptly starts spinning it around like a steering wheel.

It’s a good night. And at the end of it, you go to bed warm and content, with a belly full of food and a smile on your face.

///

You awaken to the sound of chirping songbirds and gentle waves lapping at the shore the next morning, thoroughly rejuvenated after an undisturbed night’s sleep. Stretching your arms overhead, you yawn and bask in the comfort of your bed for a few more moments before getting up and heading to the bathroom, thankful that you don’t have to fight anyone for sink occupancy. The toilet seat is even down, which comes as a welcome surprise, all things considered.

Before long, you are back in your bedroom, rifling through the contents of your suitcase. Belatedly, you realize that you’ve packed only one swimsuit—and a bikini, at that. Cheeks warming, you pull the two pieces out, holding them up against your body. Has it always been this small? You don’t remember. All you know is that Jungkook has two fully functional eyes, and there’s no way that he won’t be looking at every inch of skin you choose to expose.

In the end, you settle on wearing the bikini beneath a flowy, floral kimono-style robe, tied at the waist to form a makeshift dress. The ensemble reaches just past your knees and is sheer enough to still show skin, but you no longer feel as self-conscious going out into the view of your companions and that’s a victory as far as you’re concerned. Checking your reflection one last time, you adjust your sash before opening the bedroom door and heading down the hall for some breakfast.

Unsurprisingly, the kitchen is empty when you walk in, tiptoeing past a still slumbering Taemin and Yugyeom on the pullout couch. You savor the quiet as you start up the old coffeemaker, pulling a mug from the cabinet and rinsing it out to get rid of any lingering dust. The weather app on your phone promises that it’ll be a clear, cloudless day, and a glance out the window confirms it. Silently, you debate whether or not to crack a window.

Your musings are interrupted by the arrival of Taehyung, his brown hair sticking up at all angles. Blearily, he trundles to the fridge and grabs the orange juice, seemingly two seconds away from chugging it straight from the carton before you clear your throat and push a clean glass toward him. You think you hear him mumble a thank you.

As the morning wears on, the others slowly begin to trickle in. Breakfast is a disorganized affair that leaves bread crumbs all over the counter, and nearly causes a fight when everyone seems to want their eggs cooked a different way.

“Look, if you wanted your egg soft-boiled, you should’ve made it yourself!” Jimin grouches to Taehyung, the t-shirt over his head muffling his words. Everyone else is already in the water, splashing about, but you’re seated on the end of the dock with your brother and Taehyung, who looks thoroughly unfazed behind his tinted sunglasses.

“Maybe if I knew how to soft boil an egg, I would have.”

“Google exists,” Jimin says, finally freeing himself from the shirt and tossing it aside.

Taehyung nods sagely. “Exactly. So why didn’t you use it?”

Jimin is beginning to look positively murderous, so when Minho swims over and taps your submerged ankle, you are beyond grateful for the distraction. “Hey. What’s up?”

“Are you gonna swim, or are you gonna sit onshore the whole time?” Minho asks, raking his wet bangs out of his eyes. “The water’s not even cold, so get in here.”

Pointedly, you wiggle your toes. “Feels pretty cold to me.”

“Okay, fine. It’s cold.” Minho grins. “But you get used to it.”

You sigh at his easy admission. “All men do is lie. How am I supposed to believe you?”

He raises a brow. “Do I need to pull you in and dunk you under?”

“I will kick you if you even try,” you tell him, standing up and shrugging off your robe. An audible hush falls as the gauzy material pools around your ankles—Jungkook stops wrestling with Yugyeom and trying to dunk him underwater, and Taemin pauses mid-splash, his hair drenched and dripping.

It’s Minho who breaks the silence first, letting loose a low whistle of appreciation. “Damn, {Name}.”

Jimin grabs a shoe from the pile on the dock and chucks it at him, hard. “Dude, that’s my fucking sister!”

“Ow! What the fuck, man, that’s my shoe!”

“Quit ogling my sister!”

“I’m not!” Minho yells, just as Jimin chucks the other shoe and hits him square in the mouth. “Okay, I’m not anymore. Sorry, okay?”

Once he’s sufficiently sure that Jimin is done attacking him, Minho turns to you. “I’m sorry,” he says sincerely. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable or anything. You know that, right?”

“I know,” you reassure him. “Honestly, it was kinda good for my self-esteem. And I don’t need you defending my honor, or whatever it is you think you’re doing,” you add, glancing over at your disgruntled brother.

“Men are pigs,” Jimin sniffs. “I won’t apologize.”

You ruffle his hair good-naturedly. “I know, Chim. You’re right.” Then your smile turns mischievous. “I won’t apologize for what I’m about to do, either.”

And then you grab him by the arm and drag him into the lake, the cold water submerging you in an instant and stealing the breath out of your lungs. You’re both gasping by the time you resurface, blinking water out of your eyes, and you squeal when Jimin takes the opportunity to splash you again.

Hours pass—the sun rising higher overhead. Around noon, Taehyung disappears inside the house and returns with an assortment of snacks and sandwich fixings, ushering everyone over for an impromptu lunch on the dock. You dip your feet into the water as you munch on a bag of chips, and Jungkook plops down beside you with a juice box in one hand and a ham sandwich in the other.

“Wanna go for a ride in the canoe after lunch?” he asks, jabbing a thumb back in the direction of the house. “I found it in the garage.”

You laugh. “Really? I thought for sure we got rid of that thing. Are you sure it hasn’t sprung a leak?”

Jungkook’s face crinkles into a grin. “Guess we’ll have to wait and see, huh?”

You grin back and raise your cup, the lemonade inside swishing around. “I’ll hang on to this, just in case I need to start bailing water out.”

Lunchtime winds down gradually. Jungkook polishes off his sandwich and trots off to fetch the canoe, waving off your offers to help before disappearing around the corner of the house. You watch him return a few minutes later from your seat on the end of the dock, resting your weight back on your hands and swirling your pruney toes in the water. He’s stripped off the loose white tee he’d donned during lunch, his golden skin cast in shadow by the canoe perched across his bare shoulders, and your gaze trails from his bulging biceps down to the ridges of his abdomen. The muscles flex with every step he takes, and you hastily take another sip of lemonade in an effort to combat the sudden dryness in your throat.

With a grunt, Jungkook comes to a stop at your elbow, heaving the boat into the water. The impact sends ripples across the lake and the butterflies in your belly into a frenzy, and you nearly fall off the dock when Jungkook touches your shoulder gently.

“Ready to go, Noona?”

You nod, not quite trusting yourself to speak. Jungkook holds the boat steady with one hand while offering you the other, and you gratefully grasp it as you step off the dock. The canoe rocks dangerously when Jungkook clambers in after you, but quickly steadies when he picks up an oar and jabs at the dock to push off into the lake. The glimmering expanse of blue water stretches before you, and you relax as you let your fingers dangle off the side of the boat, watching ripples form beneath your fingertips.

“I can help row,” you say after a few moments, casting a glance over at Jungkook. He’s settled into a rhythm now, the veins and tendons in his arm flexing with each movement, and you’re suddenly very aware of how close he’s sitting.

“You—” Jungkook says, fixing you with a playful stare, “—just enjoy the ride, yeah?”

Shaking your head, you smile and turn back around to admire the view. Sunlight reflects off the rippling water, lending a golden iridescence to the glittering blue depths. In the distance, the opposite shoreline rises up, crowned with rocky outcrops and majestic dark green pines.

With a start, you realize how far away you’ve gotten from the other boys. The shouts and laughter from the house are quickly fading into the background, and you nervously turn to look at Jungkook as he rows you even further.

“God, my dad would freak if he saw us right now,” you remark, trying to diffuse the sudden tension that’s settled. “I mean, we don’t even have life jackets. He’d lose his mind.”

Jungkook hums. He stops rowing, his hands stilling on the oars, and you’re just about to ask him what’s wrong when a warm hand glides up your thigh.

“You think you could maybe stop talking about your dad, princess?” Then he smirks. “Unless you’re into the whole daddy kink thing, because I’d be down to explore that at some point if you want—“

“Jungkook!” you hiss, scandalized.

“Yes?” the young man in question hums, his face the picture of innocence. It’s hard to muster up your vocabulary when he’s looking up at you with those wide doe eyes, but you somehow manage to prevail over your malfunctioning brain.

“We’re in public!” you whisper, glancing back at the shore where your brother and his friends have started an impromptu game of water polo.

Jungkook smirks crookedly at you. “Guess you better not scream too loud, then.”

And then, before you can open your mouth to protest—before you can even try to call his bluff—he’s slipped his hand into your bikini bottoms and found his way to your clit. Your entire body spasms when he presses into it experimentally, and the resulting snicker that escapes him is nothing short of infuriating.

“Careful,” he coos, laying his free hand on your thigh, his thumb rubbing nonsensical circles into the soft skin. “Don’t wanna rock the boat, now.”

Then he returns his attention to your clit, pinching the nub just to watch you jolt in his grasp and soothing you with a gentle kiss to the knee afterward. Your skin warms beneath the plush of his lips, and the pleased smile that curves them is all the warning you get before he sheathes a single finger in your clenching core. “Jungkook—” you gasp, shoving uselessly at his bare shoulders, but you can’t keep the edge of desire out of your voice. You can’t hide the growing wetness between your legs either—wetness that he most certainly feels as he slips another finger inside, pumping into you with ease.

“God, look at you,” he murmurs, his eyes trained on the way you clench around him. “So pretty like this. So pretty, getting fucked by my fingers. I could do this all day.”

“We—we don’t have all day,” you whisper. The last syllable dissolves into a moan as Jungkook eases a third finger into your cunt, and you scrabble to ground yourself when he picks up his leisurely pace. One hand settles on the edge of the boat, your fingernails digging into the wood, while the other finds Jungkook’s bicep. His arm flexes beneath your grip with each snap of his wrist, and you keen when he crooks his fingers just right and sends stars skittering across your vision.

He knows that you’re getting close. You can tell from the growing furrow between his brows and the hard set of his jaw, and you can tell that he won’t stop until he gets you off. Concentration etches across his face, and you gasp when his thumb finds your clit again.

“Oh, fuck, Jungkook—”

“That’s it,” he rasps, digging deeper and thumbing roughly across your bundle of nerves. “Cum for me.”

And you do. With one final flick of his wrist, Jungkook sends you hurtling over the edge that he’s so effortlessly built, a cresting wave of pleasure overtaking your body and spreading through your veins. Your leg kicks out instinctively, rocking the canoe dangerously in the water, but Jungkook catches you by the ankle with his free hand and presses a kiss to the inside of your thigh. He shifts his weight until you’re steadied once more, and only then does he ease his fingers out of you, raising them to his mouth to lick them clean.

“Think we can sneak away so I can fuck you properly?” he asks.

Your cheeks heat up at the lewd display, warming even more when his words register in your muddled brain. “Oh my god, Jungkook.”

“That’s exactly what you’ll be saying when I really get my hands on you,” Jungkook agrees. Flashing you a mischievous grin, he drops his hand over the edge of the boat, letting the turquoise water wash away any lingering fluids. “What do you think? The backseat of my car isn’t half bad…”

“I will literally push you into this lake,” you tell him, trying and failing to hide a disbelieving laugh. “Why are you such a perv?”

“You like it,” Jungkook defends immediately. “‘Sides,” he adds, casting a wary glance at the shore where Jimin and the others are still fully engrossed in their game, “I wanna kiss you while I fuck you. It’s not as good like this.”

At that, something dangerously close to affection blooms in your belly, winding its curious tendrils around your heart. Swallowing the feeling down, you pick up one of the oars instead, handing it over to him before hefting the other. “Come on,” you murmur. “They’re gonna get suspicious if we’re gone too long.”

Jungkook hums. “Yeah. Probably.”

And then he raises the oar you just handed him, lifting it until the paddle covers both of your faces, and boldly plants a firm kiss on your mouth.

“I’ll row us back,” he declares casually when he pulls away, as if he hasn’t just stolen all the oxygen from your lungs. As if your lips aren’t burning where he’s kissed you, your cheeks hot beneath his gentle exhalations. As if you aren’t positively thrumming with the desire to pull him back in, and maybe take him up on his offer to fuck you in the backseat of his beat-up sedan.

“Yeah,” you say instead, your voice hoarse. “Let’s go.”

///

What few remaining hours of daylight you have, you decide to spend inside. Jungkook gets roped into the water polo match as soon as the two of you return to shore, and you take the opportunity to slip into the house and clean yourself up. Safely locked away in the bathroom, you strip off your damp bikini bottoms and toss them in the sink. The top follows, and you give both a quick wash, doing your best to ignore the remaining slick from your orgasm that stubbornly coats the material.

Once everything is washed and hanging up to dry, you step into the shower. Warm water soaks your hair and slides down your back, and you tilt your head back to let the spray wash your worries away, relishing in the rare moment of peace and quiet.

By the time you’ve toweled off and gotten dressed, you can hear the boys beginning to traipse back into the house. From what you can make out, they’re making dinner plans, and you poke your head out curiously when Jimin mentions you by name.

“What are you saying about me?” you ask, narrowing your eyes accusingly at your brother.

Jimin whirls around, his cherubic face a perfect picture of innocence. “Nothing! I was just talking about your fried rice and how good it is…”

“You’re trying to get me to make you dinner,” you sigh. “I knew it.”

“No, we’ll help!” your brother promises. “I swear, as soon as I get out of the shower, I’ll chop all the vegetables.”

“Sure you will,” you snort, brushing past him and heading for the kitchen.

Much to your surprise, the kitchen is already occupied when you arrive. Jungkook and Yugyeom are at the counter—the former poised with a knife at the ready, about to slice into an onion. The latter is digging through the cabinets, and both turn at the sound of your footsteps.

“Hey,” Yugyeom says. “You probably know where the bottle opener is, right?”

You nod. “Left of the sink, second drawer down.” Then you turn your attention to Jungkook, peering curiously over his shoulder. “What’s the onion for?”

“Dinner,” he replies, flashing you a crooked little smile. “We’re making fried rice, aren’t we?”

Your heart skips a beat in your chest and races to catch up, thumping erratically against your ribcage. It’s hard to ignore the warmth blossoming in your belly—near impossible to ignore the butterflies that have made a home there—but you somehow manage to school your expression into something passably neutral and busy yourself with the other vegetables on the counter. “I see Jimin got to you, too. Is the other cutting board clean?”

Jungkook nods, jabbing a thumb in the direction of the dish rack. “Washed it last night, yeah. It’s all yours, Noona.”

You hum and skirt around Yugyeom to grab the clean board and another knife. Chopping vegetables goes a lot faster with two people, and Yugyeom does his part by cracking open two bottles of beer and plunking one down next to each of you before opening a third for himself. “Hydrate,” he orders, and you roll your eyes before picking it up and taking a sip.

It doesn’t take long to finish making dinner. As promised, Jimin joins you as soon as he’s out of the shower, plucking the knife out of your hand and nudging you aside so he can finish cutting the vegetables. You fire up the stove and drizzle some oil into a pan, and smile when Taehyung brings you the container of leftover rice and a large serving bowl.

“You know what we should do?” Minho asks as you’re all sitting down to eat. Yugyeom’s opened more beers, and Jimin’s brought out the wine as well. Jungkook is spooning out fried rice for everyone, and you accept the bowl he hands you with a murmur of thanks before looking at Minho expectantly.

“What should we do?”

“Go to the beach,” he replies, tilting the remainder of his beer back into his mouth. “It’s only an hour away, isn’t it?”

“Closer to half an hour without traffic,” Jimin corrects. “But, yeah, we should go. That would be fun.”

By the time dinner is finished, you’ve finalized plans to drive down to the beach in the morning. “Remember, we’re leaving at ten,” you tell Jimin, elbowing him in the ribs. “That means you have to wake up before ten.”

“I know!” your brother whines, rubbing the spot where you elbowed him with a grimace. “Jeez, Noona. I’m good at waking up. It’s Jungkook and Tae you have to worry about.”

“Says the punk who takes hour-long showers,” you snark. “What are you gonna do when you have to pay your own water bills, huh?”

“Shower at your place,” he replies smugly. “You can’t turn me away. I’m your brother.”

“Please, that’s exactly why I can turn you away, you little mooch.”

“You love me!”

“Really? You wanna test that theory?”

The remainder of the evening passes in a blur of booze and board games, unearthed from the closet in the hall. Despite your collective agreement to go to bed early, it’s past midnight when you finally bid everyone goodnight and crawl underneath your covers. Shutting your eyes, you will your brain to settle and your limbs to relax, and you’re on the verge of drifting off when your phone suddenly buzzes. Lazily, you roll over and snatch the device off the nightstand, taking in the late hour before your eyes flit down to the new notification and go wide.

[1:02am] Jungkook: IMG_497

You freeze, thumb hovering just above the message. Even when your screen goes dark again, you can’t erase the sight of his name lighting up your phone, the attachment sitting there like a taunt. You shouldn’t open it. You can’t open it.

But curiosity gnaws at your belly, fraying the edges of your resolve. Slowly, you wake the screen, watching as Jungkook’s name fills it once more. You hesitate, bottom lip finding its way between your teeth.

And then your phone buzzes again, several times in quick succession.

[1:04am] Jungkook: i miss you, noona

[1:04am] Jungkook: miss your pretty face

[1:04am] Jungkook: miss how tight your pussy felt around my fingers

You drop the device as if scorched. It takes several moments to gather your wits again, but when you do, pick up your phone, clicking on his name and scrolling up to the attachment. In the darkness of your bedroom, you watch with bated breath as it downloads.

“Fuck.”

The expletive slips past your lips, unbidden, but you can’t help it. Jungkook stares out at you from the photograph illuminating your screen, his eyes hooded and his lips curled into a devious smirk. He’s in the shared bathroom between your bedrooms, and even though it’s dark inside, the flash of his camera is just enough to illuminate the distinctive palm tree patterned shower curtain behind him.

But, you aren’t focused on that.

No, your focus is zeroed in on the foreground of the photo, where you can perfectly make out the head of Jungkook’s cock, sticky and leaking copiously from between his fingers.

“Fuck,” you repeat, louder this time.

And as if reading your mind, another text flashes onto your screen.

[1:07am] Jungkook: wish your pretty little pussy was stretched around my cock right now, princess

You aren’t sure what possesses you to send the response you do, but your thumbs are moving before the more rational side of your brain can catch up and stop you.

[1:07am] You: why don’t you come over and make it happen then?

You’ve only just hit send when the bathroom door swings open, revealing Jungkook standing there in nothing but sweatpants. His face is illuminated in the stark white light shining from his screen, his eyes dark and his smirk even darker. Every movement drips with intent, from the way his lips quirk upward to the way he saunters over to join you on your bed, dropping his phone somewhere amongst the rumpled sheets. The room goes dark.

And then…

“Hey, princess.”

His lips are at your ear, hot breath caressing your cheeks and sending shivers down the length of your spine. The mattress dips beneath his weight as he joins you, a hand finding your bare thigh before sliding up to grasp your hip. Only an oversized t-shirt and a thin pair of cotton panties shield you from his roving fingers, and you can tell from the pleased curve of his mouth that he isn’t going to let either stand in his way. One hand slips beneath the hem of your shirt, dancing along your ribcage, and you let out a breathy gasp when he trails up and skims along the soft skin just below the swell of your breasts.

“Been thinking about you all night, you know,” Jungkook whispers, pushing up your shirt and peppering kisses along every inch of newly revealed flesh. “Been thinking about how pretty you looked, cumming around my fingers, and how much prettier you’d look cumming around my cock.”

Your shirt is long forgotten by this point, tugged overhead and thrown carelessly over his shoulder. Jungkook hauls you closer, slotting himself between your spread legs, and you shiver when he presses the pad of his thumb against your clothed clit, the material uncomfortably damp as it clings to your folds.

“Jungkook—” His name escapes you in an airy whisper. “Please.”

Even in the darkness, you can see the satisfied, self-assured tilt of his lips. “Such a good girl for me,” he croons, leaning down to press a kiss to your waiting mouth. His free hand comes up to cup your cheek while the other remains between your legs, and you gasp sharply when he digs his thumb a little harder against your clit, circling the sensitive bud.

Jungkook seizes upon the opportunity to slip his tongue past your lips, licking into your mouth with unrestrained ardor. Your panties are peeled away, the cottony material disappearing right alongside the pressure of his thumb, and the inadvertent whine that escapes you has him chuckling darkly in his throat.

“What is it, princess?” Jungkook rasps, his voice dipping several pitches. “You have to tell me what you want, remember?”

You clutch at his wrist weakly, tugging it back between your legs until he finally indulges you and resumes his lazy revolutions around your clit. “Want you,” you whisper. “Want you inside me.”

Jungkook lets out a pleased hum, rewarding you with a single finger that he slips into your sopping entrance, your juices aiding the smooth glide as he curls it up in search of the spot that’ll have you seeing stars. “See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

“No, it wasn’t,” you agree shakily. “But it looks like you are, so why don’t you let me help you out?”

Jungkook chuckles softly, his lips ghosting across the swell of your cheek. “Oh, yeah? And how exactly do you plan on helping me?”

Slowly, you reach down, letting your fingers graze the sizable bulge in his sweatpants. “You said it yourself, didn’t you? Me, stretched around your cock?”

A low groan escapes him when you give him a firm stroke, your fingers barely meeting around his length. “On your back,” he commands hoarsely, nudging you backward until you’re nestled into your pillows. Freeing his erection from the confines of his sweatpants, he settles comfortably between your spread legs, the mattress groaning in protest at the shift in weight.

“Wait,” you whisper, grabbing his wrist. “Did you hear that?”

His face scrunches in confusion. “Hear what?” he asks, as if he’s never heard that particular string of words before. “Are you sure it wasn’t just—”

He stops mid-sentence, and you both hear it again—the unmistakable creaking of bedsprings from next door. “Shit!” you hiss, scrambling back on the mattress until you’re nearly pressed against the headboard. “Oh, god. That’s Jimin. He’s going to kill you if he finds you in here—”

On the other side of the wall, the door to the shared bathroom opens, the light flickering on and illuminating the crack beneath your door. You hear your brother cursing sleepily under his breath as the toilet lid clatters open, and nearly shove Jungkook off the bed in your haste to get him out of your room.

“You have to go,” you whisper frantically, herding him toward the door that leads out into the hall.

Jungkook hurriedly pulls his pants back over his hips, and you can practically see him willing his erection to go away. “What am I supposed to say if he asks?”

“I don’t know! Pretend you were going for a glass of water or something!”

With a final push, you shove him out of your bedroom, leaning against the door with a relieved sigh when it clicks shut behind him. You hear Jungkook shuffle off just as Jimin flushes, and cast a prayer up to any deities that may exist as you listen to him wash his hands. And it seems your prayers are answered, as quiet descends over the house once more. Off in the distance, you think you hear Minho snoring.

Letting out another sigh, you return to bed, crawling beneath the covers and getting comfortable. And when sleep finally takes you, you dream of Jeon Jungkook.

[katsuflossy]

Best Worst Night Ever?

Pairing: Pro Hero Midoriya Izuku x Black reader

Genre: Fluff

TW: Sexual assault, obscenities, Drinking, throw up, cops, um pubic lice?

A/n: This is my thank you for 500+ followers!! I sadly have limited time to do any fics but I squeezed in a day to finish a lil WIP I had which is this!! I just watched Hercules and couldn’t help making this so please enjoy!!

BIG PSA: I am in no way romanticizing or poking at sexual assault. The story is inspired by Disney’s Hercules. 

Taglist: @sunset-novice-writer @goatsenpaiultimate

The Tokyo club district may be Midoriya’s most hated areas he has to patrol. Nothing attracted him here, in fact, the area repulsed him. The last time he stepped foot into the club was for Denki’s 21st. That night ended early for him due to an incident involving throwup that cost him his shirt, pants, and custom shoes. Ochaco still sends him apology gifts from that night. But even before the incident, the top pro-hero felt no pull towards club life. The music was so loud he couldn’t hear himself think. Someone always was pushing him in a shuffle to ruin their liver or to grind on strangers. Not to mention he is a pro-hero so there was a reason All Might never appeared in nightclubs – it’ll eventually turn into an unofficial meet-and-greet.  

So why was he assigned to watch over the district during one of the most popular summer nights? Simple, crowd control. Deku was one of the only pro-heroes who could sway a crowd to his will. His spirit could’ve reached anyone even if it was a simple crook or a drunk valley girl and his presence in the Shibuya would bring more foreigners to the club scene hoping to see the number one hero. 

A sigh escaped his lips as his fingers massaged his temples. Midnight announced its arrival through the train station nearby yet the soft pulsing from each club around collectively buzzed out the PSA automated message. His eyes strained to stay open as he passed the reds, blues, and greens of Shibuya’s active clubs. He stretched for the fifth time in the hour, the cracks of his back emitted little result to the weighty feeling on his body, like the humidity within the night. Tokyo was sure hot that night

Hot indeed it was. 

Izuku was on his twelfth attempt to suppress a yawn until his ears caught on to a female scream barely breaking through the night. He questioned whether the scream was fearful or...playful, remembering one specific night he interrupted a couple in an alleyway. However, the scream rang out again, pushing the pro-hero to the source and silently cursing himself for second-guessing. His ears led him three blocks up, beside the infamous Harlem. The red club light glared in Deku’s eyes as he tried to register the bodies in front of him.

Muted red scattered across your body front forward pressed against the bricks of the building. A tall, skinny man pressed his body against your own, restricting your thrashing from knocking him in the nose or somewhere much more sensitive. Your cheek pressed harshly against the rough texture you were forced upon as you glared at the perpetrator.

“Why don’t you just let me carry you home, babygirl?” The liquor and weed wafted from his mouth, singeing your nose hairs as you thrashed harder.

“Like fuck, you green bitch! Get the fuck up off me!” He sneered in response, ignoring your demand as his hand brushed your leg, trailing to the hem of your skirt.

“Stop! Let her go!” Your eyes snapped to the open end of the alleyway where the voice rang out. You wasted no time to take the distraction as you used your stiletto heel to stab his foot. He shrieked as he recoiled from your body. You took the time to turn around and kick him in his crotch, bringing the molester to the ground. 

“You fucking slut!” As he attempted to get up, Deku zapped in front of him, grabbing his elbow as he slammed him against the opposite wall. The man had his breath knocked out of him in an instant before passing out due to the impacting force. 

The alleyway stayed quiet for a few seconds, processing what just happened and how quickly the man crumpled against the wall. Your eyes furrowed and your fist clenched, walking up to the passed out body before commencing in a swift kick after kick adding stomps to his stomach. 

“That’s what yo filthy ass get!”

 “The next time I see you, I’m putting one ‘tween yo eyes cause you lucky I wasn’t packing tonight motherfucker!”

“If you had put your grimy hands on me further I would’ve bit your ear off like I’m fucking Mayweather in this bitch.”  

Midoriya, grabbed your upper arm, snatching you away from the bruising body on the ground, mortified by the profanities spilling out from your mouth.

“P-please stop, the police are on their way and they’ll deal with him.” His pleading stopped you momentarily. Believing that you were calm, he released the hand from your bicep only for you to get one more stomp in. He attempted to grab you again before you raised your arms and stepped away from the man, satisfied by the pain-filled groan he let out. 

Not saying a word to the pro-hero, you went to pick up your phone, which skidded from you as the molester wrestled you against the wall. The young hero also spotted your clear handbag at the corner of the alleyway, assisting you as you dialed your friends’ numbers on your phone. Your back faced him as he approached with your purse. You clutched your phone tight as you cursed into the phone, freezing Midoriya in his spot. 

“You fucking bitches! Not only did y’all not tell me y’all were leaving the fucking club, y’all not answering the phone and still posting ugly ass pictures on snap. I knew I should’ve never fuck wit y’all stank ass hoes in the first place. And Charlotte? Suck my fucking dick from the back! Hope that nigga you let hit tonight gives you crabs, dumbass bitch!” 

You slammed on the send button in the group chat, giving your ‘friends’ a piece of your mind, forgetting about the audience that was behind you. 

“U-umm…” You whipped around at the sound of the male behind you, still pissed off about your friends ignoring your call. 

“Yes?” Your attitude fell a little when you noticed how handsome the man in front of you was. Freckles peppered the tops of his cheeks, deepening the blush he sported in miscellaneous places on his face. Scars did nothing to deter your attraction, in fact, they made him more alluring, giving a rugged look to his chiseled features. 

“I believe this is yours?” He held out your clear mini handbag revealing the few yens you had and your Fenty Beauty lip gloss. 

“Thanks.” You took it graciously before reapplying some of the gloss that had come off due to your ‘encounter’ just as the pro-hero actually looked at your appearance. 

Your plump, glossy lips reflected the red club lights so sinfully. His eyes noted the beam of light shifted at the slight lift and drop of your lips. Your skin compared to the softest velvet and satin as the red light refracted on the shimmer of perfume you wore. May he mention that you smelled like euphoria? Or what he may interpret as that. His eyes traveled down your outfit, a pink skirt slit on the side peeking more of your thigh and leaving the rest to imagination. As for your top, the fluffy pink bikini top had his mind on haywire, noticing the sheen on the curves of your—

—He blinked, removing the haze from his mind. He had to say something to you, like his soul begged for a minute of your time. Denki’s voice popped in his mind, “Be cool guys, after a DID (Damsel In Distress), lay it on little by little. Ask her for her name, then if she’s safe, be a sexy gentleman.” Swallowing the thick ball in his throat, he went with the advice.

“Are you...a-alright Miss?” His hand went to his nape, rubbing the end of his undercut as a blush grew on his face. You smiled at his flustered attempt.

“(Y/n). My friends would call me (N/n) at least they would if I had anymore.” You couldn’t help your eyes to roam his physique, noting the rippling muscle under the black and green suit. 

 “So? Does a name come with my hero or should I start calling you Hercules?” A warm feeling traveled through his body, making its way to his face, burning his cheeks a brighter red. He bashfully chuckled. 

“I-I’m uhh...uhh uh...uhh” You raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow at his brain malfunction, smirking to yourself at how cute this was. 

“Are you always this articulate?” His eyes widened realizing the babble was not coherent as he jumped to answer your question.

“Deku! My—” He coughed at the fine pitch in his voice, brain bringing up the “How to be Cool Manual” made by Denki as he readjusted his vocal placements.

“—My name is Deku.” A light chuckle escaped through the air as you smiled at his notably lower than normal voice. 

“Hmm, Deku? I think I prefer Hercules.” You joked before your teasing was interrupted by a loud groan coming from your forgotten assaulter.

“So? H-how did you get mixed up with the...uh?”

“Nigga who don’t know what the fuck rejection is?” You looked at the crumpled man again, having the thoughts to step on his globe head again. Deku’s eyes widen as if he read your mind, holding his arms out to stop you. You raised your arms, showing no harm before retelling the night’s events.

“Some bitches and I decided we were going to go to Harlem and I was the designated driver even though it wasn’t my car. Haven’t stepped into the club yet and they already drunk off of the entrance drinks. Lightweight bitches but they wanna chug down all the martinis in there. So one of them got a hookup and left without saying shit to anyone and the other was fucking faded—”

Deku flipped through his brain to remember what the definition of faded was.

“—my guy, like bitch was puking up in the stalls. So the third girl, almost as drunk as the other bitch, took the fucking car and ditched me. Didn’t tell me when I could’ve left this place cause in there was lowkey trash. All fucking mainstream pop, and few trap songs. But anyway, this pants-suffocating-my-balls ass nigga was preying on me the entire night and you know how men are. Saying 'no' means 'yes' and 'fuck off' means 'take me I’m yours'.” Your hands clasped together as you bat your lashes up into the sky. You quickly dropped your dreamy acting gig as quickly as you made it. Deku stood confused, chivalry and respect rolled off of his body as he did not know what the female interpretation implied.

“Don’t worry, ask rock-a-bye-baby here when he gets up.” Deku’s laughter halted as the sounds of sirens rang through the air. 

“Well, thanks for everything, Mr. Deku. It’s been a real slice.” You waved at him before turning to leave. Deku panicked, rushing to grab your forearm. You raised a brow at his actions.

“W-wait! U-um the police would like a victim report so he can g-get full repercussions for what he did to a l-lovely lady like you. Heat flooded your cheeks as you mulled over what he said, lovely lady?

“U-um sure, it’s still fuck 12 though cause they didn’t do shit.” You turned around again only for the pro-hero to turn you back around, completely facing you. 

“W-what?” You looked at him, wide-eyed at his boldness as he cupped your cheek. His finger swiped the side of your soft lips, almost dipping into the shimmery, inviting pool before retracting from your face. 

“Y-you had s-some lip gloss smudged on your face.” Deku’s eyes remained on your own as you tried not to melt on the spot. All you could do was simply nod as the police cruiser pulled up by the entrance.

“Well thank you, ma’am, he won’t trouble you any further.” You nodded as the officer went back into the car, the man in the back sleeping quite peacefully for someone who’ll wake up behind bars. Your fingers typed in the address for your apartment, which was a 20-minute walk from your current location. You sighed as your feet, sore from standing in heels all night long, trudged down the street. However, a certain green-haired hero refused to let you go. Thanking the officers in the car, he rushed to your distancing figure.

“(Y/n), wait for me!” Deku waved you down, not breaking a sweat as he reached your figure.

“Deku, I’m sure you have somewhere else to be, so thank you and–” 

“I’m a hero. My job is to make sure everyone is safe, including you. So please, let me walk you home.” His eyes were unyielding. He refused to take any other answer than a yes. You nodded your head, smiling at his chivalry before walking again.

“Alright Hercules, tell me why did you become a hero?”

And so the 20-minute walk seemed like only five as you and Midoriya talked about your childhoods, struggle, and funny memories. Your feet finally touched the doorsteps of your apartment after Deku carried you halfway through the journey. 

“Thank you so much for saving me, even though I had it in the bag.” Laughter broke from the pair into the twinkling sky of the night.

“I’m sure you did.” The lighthearted atmosphere trickled into the sewers of the streets as the pair realized that their time was coming to an end. Deku began to panic, he wanted to see you again, there was no doubt as Denki’s voice invaded his head once again, “Go for the kill bro! Go for the kill!” The young hero grabbed your arm before you turned to leave.

“Umm (Y/n), I know you had an awful night but I- I would like to see you again!” His forwardness stunned you, not expecting the man to be this bold. Your heart sped up and you attempted to keep your cool.

“Sure, you got your phone on you?” He pulled out his phone, handing it to you as his excitement built. A smile stretched across your face, unable to contain your happiness as you returned the phone to its owner.

“Alright Deku, Imma fuck wit ya.” You fist-bumped the hero before leaning into his face, making the daring move to press a kiss against his cheek. 

“Bye Deku.” You unlocked the door of your apartment, entering the vicinity before waving at the scarlet faced hero, who, still absorbing what just happened, waved back aimlessly. As you closed the door, your knees finally buckled for the first time in the night. You slumped against the door, smiling to yourself, not knowing the number one hero was doing the same thing. 

[selfcareparker]

okay fghsgdj yes you can say girl ! my pronouns are she/her :) okay but fr pause, i read this like 3 minutes after you posted it (or at least my notif said 3mins lmao) bUT IM IN BED AND I USUALLY HAVE MY COMPUTER OPEN WITH YOUR RESPONSE SO I MAKE SURE I ADDRESS EVERYTHING AND THEN SEND IN THE ASK ON MY PHONE HDGSJSH anyway, time to get my ass up 😔 but wait i find you so funny like honestly, reading that cracked me all the way up. and i feel the “lol” thing so hard!!!! idk why i do it all the time (i’m tryna stop) but i’ll say something with lol at the beginning and lol at the end... it might be a defense mechanism at this point lol (😔) AND (i need to stop with the uppercase too it’s not funny anymore) I DONT KNOW WHY I LAUGHED SO HARD JDHSK WHEN YOU SAID ALSO AGAIN HAHAHAH LIKE UR HAHHAH also my sleep schedule is not pretty either lmao but i’m homeschooled so i never have to get up for anything? hhdhsis idk but i’m glad you slept!! you need sleep!!

also (pls no i cannot) why did i not know what ykwim meant until i reread this?? like it makes so much sense- anyway! i think it’s so cool that you’re excited for university! idk why but i do lol like you’re getting ready for the future (masters degree and all that) & you’re (maybe) going to england anyway so that’s cool haha (hopefully when you go you can see your relatives 🤞🏾)

the fact that you get happy seeing my asks i- 💓💓

you make me wanna go to London & England so bad urghhhh like i’ve only been out of the country once (to Canada for a family reunion) but it sounds so prettyyyyy & i’m so sorry that cov*d is messing everything up and i hope you can see your relatives soon :(

now to address the whole english speaking/writing: I FIND THAT SO WEIRD DUHSKSJ i don’t know how an english speaking person could say that if you don’t write it 100% grammatically correct.... that it’s wrong? when literally, over here at least, WE’RE SO GRAMMATICALLY INCORRECT HAHHAAH in both the way we talk and write!! and lol you’re welcome,, AND THE PARAGRAPH DID MAKE SENSE HDHSJSH & your rant is fine because... that is actually a bit ??? bc no one writes with 100% grammar lol

OH MY GOSH (see this uppercase thing is addictive) YOU STUDIED LATIN FOR 6 YEARS??? that’s really cool 🥺 the way that you know/speak 3+ languages i- NOT EVEN 3+ LIKE 6+ (german, english, latin, french, serbian, italian, and everything that comes with latin lmao) even if it’s just a tiny bit like wowee. it is really fascinating!!! i had the opportunity to take latin and i... didnt. i took art instead BUT ONLY CUZ MY FRIENDS WERE IN THAT CLASS AND ART LOOKED FUN IM SORRY

PLEASE WHY DO YOU KNOW EVERYONE?? that sounds so fricking cool tell your mom (mum or mama it’s really fine lol) that she sounds awesome. i think Jamaica would be fun either way!! i mean it looks pretty from pictures? i was a baby so i honestly have no recollection hahaha

LMAOO NOT U SAYING THIS IS LONGER THAN SOME OF MY FICS- PLEASE GIRL IM TELLING YOU I VERBALLY LAUGHED HAHAHAHAHAH but yea you really don’t need to apologize i like reading everything you say 🥺 HDKSHS AND UR FINE WE WERE JUST TALKING ABOUT ME BEFORE uhhh hmm uhh lemme think i, well, i saw chaos walking yesterday (big tom holland fan over here) and it was alright.. my mom acted a fool at all the jump scares LMAO but it was funny... since i’m talking about movies (this is hella random i know) but i like shark movies HDKJSSJ my favorite is the meg (it’s so good ohmigosh) and the 47 meters down movies aren’t bad either... i have two younger brothers... iiiii AM IN LOVE WITH MUSIC PHEW anddd i’m homeschooled (i think i mentioned that lol) i think that’s a good amount ahahaha AND IM HUNGRY RN JDHSJ

now. please. let me address the edit. i just want you to know that.. when i talk about your fics and i finish them and everything i’m not looking for more? like obviously if you’re writing i’m gonna read it but you don’t need to feel pressured or anything (idk if you do) to put more fics out lol like they’re great and i’m just sending the praise bc i love the ones that are there :’) but i’m so happy you’re working through your writers block!!! yay so so happy for you!!! and PUHLEASE anything you write is fantastic, i feel the exact same way when i write but girl. you’re fine. it’s gonna be great. (idk if this made any sense but... okay)

(and my cousin calls her mom mama so it’s really okay hahah i even call my mom mama sometimes) (and where you got the number “16 sentences” beats me but i still cracked up) (is this me pretending i had tags? maybe) HAHAHAHA OK BYE ❤️❤️ why did this take me so long to send i have no clue, AND WHY AM I OVERTHINKING EVERYTHING I SAID SHAJSHSJ ANYWAY BYE btw i love us too... like iconic // lovely anon 💓

me reading this:

also the dedication you put into sending me stuff— like with the laptop and phone and ahsksk 🥺🥺🥺

i’ll update you when i’ve started uni btw, i’m getting more and more excited every single day haha but i still have 3 weeks until it starts and even then I’ll obviously have to get used to it and everything, but you’re making me even more excited about it sksjshsg

yeah i wanna go to england too dkshsh let’s be sad together over the fact the we can’t travel eksjsh😔😭 but hopefully the wait will make it even better in the end <33 also i talk to loads of relatives over the phone at least once a week so it’s not too bad for me! but i miss their house 😭lmao

and i knowww snshsh so many native english speakers just make so many mistakes— and obviously i get that some things are slang but some things are simply wrong ajsh, the thing is no one has ever told me that my english is bad (i know it’s not bad anyway, but i’m still insecure) or no one has ever pointed out any mistakes, but yeah it’s mostly just insecurity dkshsg but yes thanks for saying what you said (previously as well as in this ask)😌🥰

Okay now for latin— girlll i don’t blame u for choosing art over latin esp. when all of your friends are doing art as well!! I’d choose art over latin as well lol skshsg but in year 6 we had to choose between latin and french, and at the time i didn’t like french? which was dumb of me and now i wanna learn french ekdhs but i don’t regret choosing latin at all bc if i properly learn french one day then i’ll already know understand loads of stuff (or at least some stuff lol) just thanks to latin 😌😌 but still, art>>>latin skskshshgs

I wanna watch chaos walking too!!! But i don’t get when/where/how it’s out lmao, cinemas are still closed here so i’ll either have to wait or find it somewhere online... il*egally 🥰 i don’t have high expectations at all btw but i like daisy and tom and the dog🥺 so i think i’ll enjoy it

GIRL SHARK FILMS SHARK FOLMS SKSJSHSHS okay so there are a few classics i haven’t watched yet, and also a few new ones that i haven’t seen yet BUT I LOVE SHARK FILMS SO MUCH SKSHSGSGSKK the first like proper shark film i ever watched was the shallows (which i like but my brain is still too small to comprehend what happened at the end (i mean i get it but i just can’t imagine it— idek if you’ve seen the film but skshhs)) and after watching it three times it does get a bit boring (but now whenever i see pictures or videos of big waves i’m just waiting for a shark to show up like come ON SKSJSG

^^^that pic/scene really traumatised me sksjsh but i still like the film

I only watched jaws like a few months ago, and i get that it’s a classic and also that it’s old and they just didn’t have the best.. equipment or special effects or whatever but i mean... look at meg and then look at jaws.... no disrespect to jaws at ALL but the meg is so much cooler. (That one scene on the boat where the shark just JUMPS OUT OF THE WATER AND SKSJSHHSUSJHA i get such a shock every time it’s so good (and the dog aww aksjshssli 🥺🥺🥰 and the boy with the ice cream lmao he’s iconic)

47 metres down, wow, i liked that film too. (i’ve only watched the original/first one i think) i mean that is such a fucking nightmare scenario like ALSJDHSNEMSKDJSHSJSKWBALSODUEWBSLDKHDJSNSKSKSHSGEBWKAISGSHEKEKSKLDJDJDHDHSHAGGA (that’s the best way i can express my feelings about that scenario lmao)

oh and i’ve recently been watching more horror films but i don’t know if they’re for me... I like the thrill and whatever but i just end up being scared for my life when i have to go to the bathroom at night or when i’m trying to sleep bc suddenly my mind is flooded with all the scary shit from the films 💀💀💀

and music i mean... you know those people who just don’t listen to music? WHAT IS WRONG WITH THEM???? i honestly like all genres especially in the last year, i am IN LOVE with Nicki Minaj + Megan andddd Stormzy and i like Harry Styles but i prefer his first solo album (and obviously one direction has bangers i have a throwback 1D session at least once a month), I also love MGK especially his new stuff and otherwise i mostly listen to german artists lmao. So who do you like?💖 (WHY DO I FEEL LIKE YOURE GONNA SAY SOMETHING COMPLETELY DIFFERENT SKAHAGUS IF YOU LISTEN TO COMPLETELY DIFFERENT MUSIC DONT JUDGE ME AJSHDJS) (i know you’re not gonna judge me but)

++ @ the thing you said about writing, don’t worry, i don’t feel pressured at all!!! (not by you and not by anybody else.. except myself sometimes lol) and i’m just very happy that you liked my fics 🥰🥰🥰 and if i start telling people that i’m writing a fic then sometimes it puts a bit of (healthy) pressure on me. like yes sometimes it really is writer’s block, but sometimes i really am just lazy ddkshhd so now that i’ve told you i’m writing a fic i might get my ass up quicker than i would if i hadn’t told anyone 😌😌😌

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Requests *Series only*

I will add all requested series to this post from now on.

Jensen x Reader

Kinky is the new vanilla (part 3/? posted) ON HIATUS

Can you do one where Jensen has always been very vanilla in sex but the reader feels lik his holding back, and one day she talks about exploring kinks and they find out he's actually very kinky. Maybe turn it in to a series if you want, they could try a different link in every chapter. Last one could be breeding kink, where they get the happy ending. Just an idea you don't have to made a series out of it if you don't want to.

Can you write mouth fucking with Jensen, where the reader is laying down with her head out of the bed so he can go deep? Thank you!

She’s my future Part 3/5  published

can you write something like stepdaughter but reader being Jensen new wife,much younger than him, Jensen being her first guy and danneel try to being a bitch with her,tell Jensen she cheat on him,supportive Jared and Genevieve and when the reader is pregnant she always stressed and crying for how danneel treat her and jensen loose it because she can lost the baby for the stress (part1) (Part2)-> jj and the twins love her and she treat the child like his own, Genevieve is always with here when the boys films and when danneel treat her bad, but at the end Danneel accept her because she see how jens love her more than anything and ask forgiveness to reader and becomes friends, I want so much angry Jensen to tell her that he’s the reader first and supportive Jensen with reader when she vomit and heartbroken. Fluff,smutty,angst,drama,baby arrivals(She’s an actress on spn)A SERIES

Having my baby

I really love your writing. I was wondering if you could write a series about ( Jensen x Daughter ) age 17 she is in high school and attends a party with her friends and hooks up with someone at the party and gets pregnant. She doesn’t know how to tell Danneel or Jensen. When she does they are a little mad but except her. She keeps the baby, and we see her journey with being pregnant and having the child ( girl - Camila ) and we see y/n grow up and finds someone and falls in love.

Fighting for my love

Summary: Jensen and Y/N met when she started working on Supernatural as a new regular star. As time goes by, they fall in love and start a relationship. The only problem? Jensen is married. No one knows Jensen's marriage is fake, he and his wife are only still together for appearances and for the kid's sake. Jensen's marriage crumbled down when Danneel had an affair with one of Jensen's good friends. Keeping a friendship between them has been hard. Jensen is hurt, not because his ''former'' wife has someone else but because she cheated on him and on top of that Danneel still maintains a relationship with his friend, but they try to be civil for the kids' sake. Even though they are no longer together, and she cheated on him, Jensen told his wife about his relationship with Y/N. Jensen and Y/N have been together for a year now. It's been a long time since Jensen as felt this happy and then his live crumbles down all over again. Danneel is jealous of Y/N, the fact she has a boyfriend doesn't matter all that matters is that Y/N is a treat to Danneel, with Y/N in the way she will never be able to get all Jensen's money so she hires a P.I. to take photos of Jensen 'cheating' on her with Y/N. Danneel blackmails Jensen into breaking up with Y/N saying she will destroy his career if he keeps a relationship with the girl. And just like that Jensen’s life become miserable again.

Dean x Reader

The Italian touch (Series) Part 9/12 published

Request: Could you write a dean x reader virgin series? She’s not so skinny, have curves and take place in leviathan period? She’s in her twenties and bobby kinda adopted her she’s not American but italian and alone in the world? Please

My little Ninja-girl Part 4/? published

If possible can I request a dean series fic were the reader is a bamf hunter tht specializes in knifes but mainly with her 2 katanas & is expert in hand2hand but theres a twist shes got a secret that she keeps hidden from everyone shes a little & has never had a daddy & 1 night her secret comes out Idk how u can do watever u want wth it I just want dean as protective daddy & tells everyone off when they say smethng or watever & as much smut u r willin 2 give us ☺☺ if u don't want 2 I understand

Innoncent Life SERIES

can you do a series of deanxreader (she’s virgin,25 years) like Bella pregnancy on Breaking dawn and the daughter like reenesme? It’s a idea 💕 maybe in moc dean conceived with dean when he had the mark and he thinks the baby is bad but the baby is pure like Reader even if she’s in a bad shape during pregnancy(like Bella) and every time dean help her shower he suffer for her? Angst smutt fluff happy ending (bad guy that want the baby, badass reader) with Sammy,Charlie,cas,Rowena and Crowley🔥❤️

A brand-new life Part 2/? published ON HIATUS

Dean and reader where best friends and in love with each other,she’s younger than him and Sam and still virgin because she for only one guy thighs.When dean go to purgatory her and Sam try to start a new life in charming and tell everyone that are brother and sister(she use the Winchester name)Sam find work in teller officine and her in the bar of the sons and Jax start a crush for her and Gemma likes her so much but,she’s so reserved and every night cry for dean with Sammy hugs ... But one day Jax asks her out and Sammy tell her to give a try that he likes Jax and sometimes he remembers him Dean,so they start dating but nothing more like kiss or make out session because she still heartbroken for D,she have a necklace with D ring. But what happened when Dean come back at their door one night? (The clubs knows who dean is)Angst,Crying,Smut,Fluff,Humor(She will always choose Dean over everyone and lost virginity with him after all)Happy Ending, maybe a wedding?Chubbygirl

Broken WORKING TITLE open for suggestions (Miniseries) COMING SOON

I really love your work . I have a pretty long request to write a series . Reader meets dean when she is travelling with her sister or mom who is a witch, it’s up to you to make the reader a witch or a human . So dean is also hunting a witch but that isn’t the reader’s sister . Maybe add a first kiss stuff here . In the end dean hunts the witch who was actually killing and lets reader and her sister or mom go . Now many years later reader calls dean and tells that their sister/mom is missing. Part (2) actually the readers sister / mom was taken by lucifer to renew his vessel and that was the reason the reader contacts dean . Now they all help find the reader’s sister/ mom and if you want add some smut between the reader and dean as they both have feelings for each other . At the end reader sacrifices herself to save dean and others . But then she isn’t then . Lucifer makes her his sex slave thingy and rapes her ( if you don’t wanna write this thing it’s alright ) Part (3) then the reader escapes but turns out she is pregnant with jack . Now she comes meet dean. And starts living at the bunker . Now this part would be really angsty and sad , as the reader is dying and dean loves her but reader wants to keep her baby . And the final part takes place in season 12 finale as the reader gives birth and dies and you know they confess their love . It was just a story I thought in the shower and well I thought you might wanna write it .

Let’s explore love SERIES

Can you do kinky is the new vanilla series with dean to but she’s virgin,insecure of herself for her not perfect breast and stretch marks and because she’s not skinny like other girls but have curves? But dean he’s so in love with her, she’s his best friend and they talk of everything and dean trust her so much and her and Sammy are like siblings 💕 thank u with a wedding and pregnancy/baby end?

Fifty shades of Dean Winchester

can you write a deanxreader like fifty shades series,but they are hunters she’s younger,curvy,virgin and Bobby adopted her? (She’s like Ana only daughter and with no parents) when her and dean are close but she’s the one who like Ana with Christian make him love? A series pls thank u About the fifty shades request angst too because at the the broke up just like Ana and Christian story but with them hunters thank u

Unrequited Part 18/20 published

Can I request a series about arranged marriage with dean? John and reader’s father had an agreement their oldest children had to get married? It’s an unrequited love because dean was in love with Lisa, the reader knew about the arrangement but Dean didn’t. The reader sort of grew up with the boys, she solo hunts after her father died and soon she joined them, so she keep quite because she loves him so much and wants him to be happy even Sam doesn’t know the arrangement until Angst+drama happens. (Yes he’s with Lisa, About the ending is all up to you it could be Happy ending or Happy ending-ish , Yessss you can add smut!!!!!!! Oh also I kinda feel like the reader is badass hunter but not like “Dean” badass it’s more like she’s badass but delicate, sweet and innocent at the same time... does that make sense?)

Witchcraft

Hey!! Can I request a series if it's not too much trouble, I hope you like the idea and also it’s kind of long so I’ll be sending several asks with the plot hehe. It’s with Dean x Reader, they've known each other since high school but lost touch for a few years and were reunited during a hunt (she's a hunter too). /1/ And after some time they start dating and she moves into the bunker but she never told him that she's a witch and has been since high school (she uses her powers to help people and do good) because she knows how Dean feels about witches and thought that he would get angry and leave her (basically be all Dean about it), Sam doesn’t know either. Then during a hunt it almost goes sideways but didn’t because she uses her powers to save the Winchesters and kills the monster. /2/ Dean and Sam can’t believe it and Dean feels so betrayed he doesn’t talk to the reader on the way back to the bunker. When they get home Dean and the reader have a fight and he asks her if she ever used magic on him to make him fall in love with her, of course she never did but he doesn’t believe her and they break up and she moves out. Months go by, Sam keeps in touch with the reader but Dean doesn’t even want to talk about her (even though he misses her like crazy). /3/ Sorry if the end is rushed and not as detailed as the first part but I didn’t have an idea of how to end it, so feel free to write any ending you think fits better. That’s it! I really hope you like it :) /5/

Crowley’s daughter

1). I wanna request something new! How about reader is Crowley's adopted human daughter (since she was very young) & as the years goes, she grown into a beautiful, curvy, innocent, intelligent, smart & stubborn women. She can fight (for self-defense) but is not in that business. Reader & Winchesters haven't met yet because Crowley don't want to. But due to Winchesters being famous & all one-day Reader finally meets them (how & why it's up to you) 2). She & Dean clicked. Fall in love. Fluffy & happy ending please. Reader is a normal human. Crowley don't like it one bit, but he is quite for his daughter. Threatens Dean to not use her. Maybe married & a kid after some years!? Please?

The replacement

Sorry I’m requesting again. A fic set during the time when Dean goes to hell or Dean goes to Purgatory. The reader and Dean were always in love with each other and everyone knew but they never really got together. When Dean ‘dies’ the reader confides in Sam and they practically get together. But when Dean comes back things get complicated. In the end she ends up with Dean. Very angsty with a plus size/curvy reader please!!!

Dean x Reader x Sam

Our Girl Part 8/? published

I feel bad for making a request. But can I ask for a mafia type fic, where Sam and Dean run ‘the family business’. Maybe involve Cas or John or some other beloved characters in the mafia too. And the reader is this plus size/curvy girl that finds herself thrown into their world. All the smutttttttt!!!

Love finds it way COMING end of August

(1) Dean × Reader × Sam. childhood friendship or After 2/3 years of friendship. When reader gets kidnapped & torture. Winchester brothers are going mad without her in worry & they realize their love for her. After savings her & bringing her back to healthy (takes 2-3weeks) they confess their feelings that they love her. Reader also loves them too. & They promise to make everything workout. Some lovely fluff & sweet & protective Sam & overprotective Dean. They are best team ever together. (2) Get back to their normal new life with some soft, lingering touches, kisses, winks & teasing here & there. They are super happy. When John & Marry come back from dead. You all are very happy. But as they (john & marry) realize the relationship between brothers are reader. The insult reader Pretty badly when the boys are not around, as to make her leave the bunker. So lately readers avoid brothers & becomes more & more silent. (3) She doesn't want to be a reason for the fight between brothers and parents. But one day boys caught John calling reader a slut & mary glaring & throwing other insults to her. & Reader silently listening and not saying anything as to respect her. Boys defend her. Tell them they love her & make them happy. Pretty big argument & fight. As they fight reader runs to her room & shuts the door & cry for a whole day, thinking that she feared this would happen one day or the other. (4) Sam & Dean convince their parents to give this relationship a chance. Smoothing reader by boys. On coming time their parents notice how reader even take care of small things, need & behavior changes in Sam & Dean & try to make them happy. Reader can understand the mood & needs of boys before they can even say, as she knows them too well. John & marry once listened as she blamed herself for fight between parents and brothers. So they feel guilty & apologies. (5) They slowly warm up to reader & came to accept & love her. Some years later married with brothers, reader announcing she is pregnant with twins. Girl from Dean & Boy from Sam. Please involve the different phases of pregnancy & morning sickness, weird craving, baby kicks, etc. Child birth. Happiness in family. Taking kids home. Dipper duty for Sam & Dean & reader is too tired & all. Lots of Fluff. Breakfast in bed. (6) Some years later, twins being 5-6 years old. Full family, kids, daddies & grandparents give reader a surprise birthday party & pamper her full day. Full family dinner & movie night. Putting kids to bed & reader & Sam & Dean sharing a bed after having sex. & They remind her that she is an amazing mother & wife & that they said they would make is work out while cuddling. Happy ending & lots of fluff

Jared x Reader

Watching for Comets  COMING SOON - WIP

Request: I was wondering if you could write a Jared x reader series. They used to be a couple, but their careers took them on different paths. Eventually they end up meeting again on SPN. I got inspired to come up with this idea from a lyrics from Skillet's Watching For Comets. "You were a comet and I lost it Watching for comets, will I see you again? Everybody needs someone but they can't feel like this How can I breathe with this burning s burning in my chest? You were gone so fast" They haven't seen each other in years and now they forced to play love interest that could be the angst part. Smut, fluff, happyend, some drama

Jensen/Dean

Mixed up worlds

Hi dear! Can I request a series where due to some witch Dean & Jensen are exchanged in their world taking each other's place. Total confusion. Then accept. Realise their importance & how lovely they & their family. Working with their alternate family. Tips for their reader to confess their feelings. Back to their universe/dimensions. Happy endings. Dean×Y/N (not confess because they are they). Happy fluffy endings. Smutty & confession for Dean!

Complicated

Can you do a three parts or series when reader is adopted by the boys in levy period she’s younger than both, one day her and the boys got zap in the spn tv universe on jensen door, hosts them in his home calling Jared trying to find a way to send them home, the reader is not part of the series so when jensen ask dean who she is dean seeing how jens looks at her tell she’s his girl, now her and dean have a complicated relationship (1) (2) dean had taken her virginity she had sex only with him but he’s to ass to admit his in love with her and want more, she’s heartbroken for that and Sammy is protective of her. For a week the boys stay in jensen home and everytime reader see jensen with his kids and danneel she have teary eyes, she’s not talking with dean and dean is going insane for that. One day danneel see how reader is watching at jensen playing with the kids and hugging her reader start crying (3) dee tell her that she’s watching them with so much love,she tell dee that jens have the same face of dean and she can’t stop thinking of having this with him when dee see behind reader dean and Sam earring them she tell her what’s stopping her of having that so she says that she’s ugly and dean don’t want girl like her that she’s just the comfort fuck after the nightmare, dee lock disappointment at dean then touching reader checks (4) dee say to her that since she come in her house jens fell in love with her how every night he tell her that he understands why dean loves her reader apologies to dee for that but dee laugh tell her that she know jens loves her but for some motives loves reader too then when dee see dean watching angry at jens who is earring too dee says to dean that at least jens had the balls to says that even if his married with her, when dean yell at jens he run away to not let them see him crying (5)reader go after him when she see him crying hug him telling him to stop pretending they’re not soul mate,she want him not jensen,she wish it was dean with they’re kids dean says something too,make love with the next morning when during breakfast jared is there too when dean and reader enter the room Jar says to jens & Sam why the Winchester have her and in the tv serie not when dean grunt something how fake Sammy want his girl too while she kiss his cheek whispering how only him can have her (6) dean smirk, reader talk with dee with jj on reader lap both dean/jens are watching reader talk with jj with adoration when cass pops up telling that reader in not in the series since she’s from this world taken in spn universe since she’s dean soul mate for that she’s much younger than him. When they have to come back twins/jj can’t stop hugging her jens too and dee is crying for loosing her. Jens jar threatens dean to treat her good or Sammy will beat him for them too (7) back at the bunker reader is a little sad because she can’t have that family with dean so she go bed, Sam tell dean why she’s sad dean go to her hugging her for behind that he will try to give her what she wish. Two years later jens door ring when he open dean reader with a one year baby in her hand and a big 6 months bump with Sam are at the door, jens go straight to reader dean grunt how fake him keep wanting his wife dee screaming when she see her the kids exited (8) dinner together, dee keep touching her bump and telling her that jens is jealous dean knocked her girls laughing dean going behind reader hugging her telling that when that pops out he puts another inside, flushed reader , dinner talking end with dean and reader in bed cuddling talking back at the bunker .... angst smutt fluff humor possessive protective dean

NON SPN

Dark Angel

More than a little girl    Part 4/? published ON HIATUS DUE TO NONE EXISTENCE INTEREST

Alec McDowell reader as many parts &smut as u wnt were a group of transgenetics escape from manticore including alec max & reader but the reader is like the runt of the group like small but curvy & everyone underestimates her but wat they dont no is tht shes diff she can transition her face like they do off tvd as the group escapes they r surrounded by soliders and cant do anything then the reader takes them out and everyones amazed u can write how ever u want the reader  and alec to be 2gether

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johanna’s amazing fic rec list that no one asked for

so this might seem pretty out of the blue because, well, as mentioned, absolutely no one has asked for this. but i’m an avid fic-reader, and i love giving appreciation to other writers out here, so i thought i might as well do an actual list of my faves/recommendations/works i think everyone should read. here goes! ❤︎

warning: about 50% of this is kid fics. i’m not even sorry.

and all my world is losing light by clones_and_gallifrey

if i remember correctly, i read this fic in one go when procrastinating studying and i have reread it more than once. it's the perfect amount of angst with a beautiful fluffy ending and even though i hate the thought of amy going through a pregnancy without jake by her side, it works so well here.

beg the moon to stay by @dmigod

everything em writes is beautiful but this might just be my fave; it's pure peraltiago-centric poetry about amy's love for routines and jake which makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. ❤

i'm dedicating every day to you by @fourdrinkamy

emma is a kidfic-fluff-queen and this story of jake waking up to three different father's days never fails to makes me smile. read it, you won't regret it. 

in these dark and quiet hours by @elsaclack i'm a sucker for the post-prison reunion fics, and like everyone else on here i'm a sucker for em's writing. this fic is absolutely beautiful and always makes me tear up a little when i read it. the perfect reminder that even though these two have been through hell, they're healing, together. ❤︎

it's always gonna be you and you and me, babe by @nevermindthewind

the first part in this series was one of the first b99fics i've ever read, and if you haven't discovered so by now, hannah is one of my favorite fic authors probably ever especially for kid fics. i love everything about these two pregnancy/baby-fics; the neat detail with the weeks and days (super satisfying if you're curious and probably a little bit too nerdy like me), the overall cuteness, the humor and how it all fits together to create these two beautiful works that i've reread one too many times. ❤︎

i've been missing you since we were eighteen by tiredperalta

i don't often read things from gina's perspective, so this is a both refreshing and beautifully written piece about gina and jake reuniting after he's been to prison. i love their friendship and this fic is the perfect tribute to it. 

i will be your home, keep you warm when it is cold and all you've done is more than enough by @nolookfive

intensely beautiful in all its sadness. when i read the first part of this fic, i simply closed my computer and tried to forget it as soon as possible because it made me too sad. now, when there's a satisfying epilogue to it, i can handle reading it and i often go back to these when i need my perfect dose of peraltiago supporting each other through tough times. 

like the color when spring is born by @nevermindthewind i'm not exaggerating when i say i know the plot and most of the conversation to these pregnancy drabbles by heart. every now and then i ask myself "do i really want to reread these again" and the answer is practically always yes. i can't get enough. if you haven't read this fluff, you're missing out. 

love me, just for a bit by @sergeant-santiago

iconic for a reason and dare i say probably my fave au?? if i could accept jake and amy meeting in any other way than they do in the show, it would be this for sure. it's funny, so incredibly real to the characters, and sexy. what else can you ask for honestly

so close to reaching that famous happy end by @startofamoment

if you're not following this yet, what are you even doing? yet another au i love, this one with time-travel (yup you heard that right). it has some good s1 jake and amy with both bickering and a little bit of pining mixed together with kid fic cuteness and the incredible maxwell peralta and i seriously can't wait to see how this is going to end, which is something i never thought i'd say about a time-travel au of all au's.  

stake me out tonight (i don't wanna let you go) by @peraltiagoisland

i-c-o-n-i-q-u-e. i assume almost everyone has read this but it still deserves a place on this list. if you're not into smut you should skip this one, but if you are, go for it and read it all in one go and thank me later. it's hot. it's also hilarious at times and adorably sweet at times which just goes to show for how incredible of a writer michelle is. 

the ultimate trick-or-treat by @nevermindthewind

i was incredibly lucky to get to beta-read this meaning i have loved this fic since before it was published!! brag. no, but seriously, i'm not kidding when i call this fic a masterpiece - it really is and now i'm going to be disappointed if their first kid is born in any other way on the show, aha. the car scene in this is so intense i almost threw my phone reading it and my mind kept flashing back to it and panicking for a few days after but the ending is (almost) perfect enough to make up for it. 

the world didn't sing without you by @fourdrinkamy i think this might be my favorite peraltiago oneshot-collection!! perfect if you just need some quick pick-me-up fluff with these two lovable dorks and never fails to make me smile. number five is my fave but all of these are truly incredible!!

when you smile, you knock me out i fall apart by @amazingsantiago have you noticed i love kid fics yet? i love this story, i love charles and terry and amy comforting jake about being a father, i love the image of amy singing along to hamilton, and i love babies. so much love. 

you do know me by @johnny-and-dora

siân is such an incredible writer whose work i adore so much, but i think this might possible be my fave of hers. i love the image of jake doing cheesy things for amy and i love all references to the bet and this whole fic is just. ah. go read it 'cause you won't regret it.

you held your course to some distant war in the corners of your mind by @elsaclack

one last baby-fic recommendation! so many incredible lines in this, both conversation and description, and a work i could reread forever without growing tired. nothing warms my heart more than well-written peraltiago with a baby and this hits just the spot. 

[masonmerger]

Angbang Problems

ME: [complaining about the lack fix-it fics for Sauron/Mairon x Melkor/Morgoth] But who WOULDN’T want a 200K slow-burn redemption arc for the embodiment of chaos/entropy and the Industrial Revolution? 

FRIENDS: Literally only you.

ME: I mean, I know the Industrial Revolution was a shit show make no apologies for it but its also how we get MODERN SCIENCE and that is a metaphor that deserves to be turned into a long fic about gay love.

FRIENDS: I... aren’t we talking about a flaming eyeball?

ME: I mean, Eru’s supposed to be god and all of god’s thoughts are supposed to be valid so what if Melkor’s music clashed in the beginning wasn’t a bug but a feature? WHAT IF HIS MUSIC WOULD’VE MESHED PERFECTLY BUT THERE WAS A VOICE MISSING? Oh my god IMAGE --

FRIENDS: can we not?

ME: It’s Dagor Dagorath. Tolkien Ragnarock. And Melkor’s had his last stand and all his followers are dead and he’s falling apart and staring down Eru like ‘what are u waiting for bitch. U made me like this and knew this was gonna happen; I came out wrong and sang wrong because you wanted me to be wrong so stop pretending to care and end this.’

And Eru is all: [soulful parent eyes] dude, this was never my intention. There was supposed to be a 16th Valar that would’ve provided balance.

And Melkor has no time for this shit so he snaps: Don’t ‘supposed to be’ sad-eyes shit at me. If you had a 16th thought, you should’ve pulled them out of your head with the rest of us. 

And Eru is like [pity face] the 16th was never my thought, Melkor. She was yours. 

And there’s like a ‘waaaaaaaaaah’ record scratch moment because this bitch Melkor has had a chip on his shoulder about not being able to create life since LEGIT THE BEGINNING OF TIME and he’d probs be all ‘bla bla you seek to mock me/lies and treachery/etc’ but Eru is o.p. so they could probs just blast a vision of the potential/reality of it into his mind like ‘haha bitch u were the mightiest of my children and the only one I made capable of creating something greater than myself. Look at this theoretical awesome daughter you failed to have: she is science! JUST LOOK T HER QUANTUM PHYSICS? IS THIS BULLSHIT WAVE/PARTICLE NONSENSE NOT THE EPITOME OF THE CHAOS  AND THE NON-EUCLIDEAN GEOMETRY U HOLD SO DEAR?

And -- lets be real with ourselves, this ex-Valar loves science (the way that someone on the internet that posts a lot of nebula pictures loves science), getting into trouble and frustrating the pants off of people and would be proud as punch at having (theoretically) created something as headache-inducing as  theoretical math and quantum physics. I totally buy that if Melkor is the Kanye West sample in the middle of a classical orchestra, a 16th Valar of math/modern science could be the DJ that gets HYPE with that mix. 

FRIENDS: ...[have wandered off to do literally anything else]

ME: And like -- legit every elf that so much as STUBS THEIR TOE in the Silmarillion/Hobbit/LotR gets a time-travel do over fic so why CAN’T I have Melkor and/or Mairon having to go back and fix their fuckups and learn and grow and become the Valar/Maiar they were supposed to be and eventually forge the 16th -- who Eru could not imagine on their own and is both Valar and Maiar and has the potential to save/redeem all 3. 

So Eru’s just like: Melkor I could wipe u from existence and just do the second music already but thats boring and i love u u crazy terrible kid so what do ya say? YOU WANNA DIE NOW OR LIVE AND TRY TO CHANGE? But don’t lie this time bitch I’m not ur bro I can see into ur soul and will gank u the moment u think about fucking around on me. 

So like -- the first 100K is Melkor 1000% trying to find a way to go back on the deal and get back to eviling around while kinda letting Sauron in on the game plan but also not because he’s a dick and 200K later everything is sassy and gay and better and Manwe doesn’t know how to deal with the fact that his shitty niece’s airplane control towers keep fucking with his eagles. 

[secret-rendezvous1d]

missus doesnt have the best self esteem but one day texts H bout how she feels cute that day, H proceeds to hype her up and what not ((was going to use this for my fic but jskadjks i wanna see u have a go at it))

Harry. Missus.

Being away from you sucks. Why couldn’t you have just come and travelled the world with me? It’d be less boring. :(

Some of us do proper work for a living, Harry. x

You’re like a freelancer, baby. You run a popular blog online; that’s a flexible job that allows you to roam free. You could have come with me. :(

Paris is too romantic to be here alone. The last time I was here, you were here with me and we were kissing by the Eiffel Tower and I was your photographer for the day so you had some pleasing photos in your post. And we had a delicious dinner as the sunset and we kissed a little more and we had nice sex in the hotel room because I let you have Prosecco. :(

Don’t make me feel guilty, H. I wish I did come with you, especially since you’re in Paris, but I know I’d get next to no work done with you around and you know that my manager gets stroppy with me when I miss a weekly blog-post. Loves me when I keep posting regular updates but hates me when I miss one single scheduled post. x

Would have explained to your stroppy manager that you deserve a good break. I’d probably have let you with no manager but… I would have let you work, you know? :(

Would you have? x

..

.

… no… :(

Stop with the sad faces, mister. You’re making me sad, now. x

Will you be there to see me at the London shows? :(

I wouldn’t miss seeing you for the world, Peaches. I haven’t seen you in over 6 weeks so you bet I’ll be all over you when you land back in London. x

:)

That’s better! There’s a smiley emoticon that I love to see from you! x

I hate you.

No, you don’t. ;) x

No… you’re right.

What are you up to today? Have you got anything nice planned?

Grim wanted to hang out in London this afternoon, go out for lunch and a couple of drinks, but I might just stay home. I don’t know yet. I have a lot to do… I stripped the wallpaper in the empty bedroom down the hallway, by the way, and I’m going out to buy the paint and all that in the next day or two.

I AM feeling good today though. Really confident and happy so, I’m thinking about going out and showing that off. x

I never know why you’re so down with yourself. You’re ALWAYS looking so good and cute and pretty damn sexy and it makes me feel so incredibly lucky knowing I’ve got a stunner like you as my wife. 

Shut up. You’re making me blush! x

I’m not kidding, baby! 

I should be the the one feeling lucky, H! Have you seen YOU? You’re so gorgeous, all day and every day. No matter what you look like. You wake up in the morning like you’ve stumbled off a catwalk and into bed with me. You fall sick and you’re still handsome and sport the flu in a fashionable manner. You walk out the shower and look stunning. I’m lucky to have you! x

No, no. YOU are gorgeous. You’re so, so beautiful.

I tell you that every damn day, baby. Do you think I could lie about that, huh? x

I love you. x

Now, go out and show off your beautiful self, my pretty wife! 

I want to see your selfies and photos and I want to see you on your Instagram Story and I want Nick to send me the greatest candid shots of you, looking all pretty and gorgeous with a burger in your mouth. I’ve seen you with a lot more meat in that mouth, haven’t I? ;)

You’re horrible - you’re making me miss sucking you off now. x

4 days and you can do it all over again, baby. 

I’m excited! x

Go out today with Nick. Have fun tonight, if you want to do that! I’m sure Grim will love to take you out for some tequila shots or something. Show off yourself! I want people to know how fit my wife is!

I’m not fit, Harry! x

Oh, shush your pretty mouth. Don’t lie to yourself, baby. Don’t even do that. Believe me when I say you’re fit. xx

[officialkendallroy]

The lovely @ofrainbows tagged me to do this!! Thanks darling ily 💖💖 RULES: Copy this post into a new text post, remove my answers and put in yours. When you are done, tag up to 10 people and also tag the person who tagged you… and most importantly, have fun! a) Age: 17 b) Biggest fear: ending up alone :( c) Current time: around 9 pm d) Drink you last had: coke e) Every day starts with: waking up and then I check my phone for all the messages I missed from gcs etc f) Favorite song atm: here with me - the killers g) Ghosts, are they real?: yes definitely h) Hometown: a small town in east germany (I fucking hate it here) i) In love with: travelling even tho I'm not doing it very often j) Jealous of: people with good skin like how???? What the hell k) Killed someone: nope l) Last time you cried: yesterday or today?? idk im always crying m) Middle name: I don't have one n) Number of siblings: one brother o) one wish: uhhmmm I really wanna find a partner and give all my love to them p) Person you last called/texted: @cliffordqirl 💖 q) Questions you are always being asked: “what are your plans for the future?" "why are you like this?" r) Reasons to smile: music, good books and fics, movies, making new mutuals/friends, giving love to others, kindness, ME BEING NOT STRAIGHT, travelling, summer vacation, concerts, spending time with your loved ones s) Song last sung: herzbeben - helene fischer (pls don't ask) t) Time you woke up: 6:50 am u) Underwear color: today it's black v) Verse from a song you like: Give me your pain and loneliness / And I'll love you the best /Promise I'll love you the best w) Worst habit: i bite my nails (ugh I hate this so much about myself) x) X-rays you’ve had: my knees, my head, my back, my shoulder, my foot y) Your favorite food: uhhmm pizza or pasta I guess z) Zodiac sign: Aquarius i tag (only if u want to ofc !!): @cliffordqirl @hansolostyles @smolstyles @promisetweet @daisieslouis @louiswantstomarryharry @lionheartlouist @rosesharry @viplourry @kiwilouis

[pinkheichou]

I was tagged by @azxrae thank u!

🎀 - Are you named after someone?

No

🎀 - When was the last time you cried?

A few weeks (?) ago when I posted a sneak peek of my next chapter for “I’m Levi’s” and it was because of a single person’s comment telling me how much they love my fic that I suddenly started bawling my eyes out. Something like that has never happened to me before (many people told me they like my fic btw) but this one person was able to make me cry for real :’) (I’ll hopefully update soon, I’m trying)

🎀 - Do you like your handwriting?

I like that it’s somewhat neat. That’s the only thing I care about.

🎀 - What is your favourite lunch meat?

Anything with noodles automatically becomes my fave

🎀 - Do you have kids?

No

🎀 - If you were a different person, would you be friends with you?

YES???!!!! I could list all reasons why but I just gotta tell that I’m a person you’ll never ever find in anyone else’s personality.

🎀 - Do you use sarcasm?

YES haha

🎀 - Do you still have your tonsils?

yep

🎀 - Would you bungee jump?

hmmm maybe

🎀 - What’s your favourite cereal?

I don’t eat cereals

🎀 - Do you untie your shoes when you take them off?

yes

🎀 - Do you think you’re a strong person?

physcially? no. Mentally? weeeeeell I could say something about this but I’d rather stay silent ;)

🎀 - What’s your favourite ice cream?

vanilla or chocolate ice cream with fruits

🎀 - What’s the first thing you notice about someone?

uhh... their face? how it’s shaped and if they have facial flaws.... idk

🎀 - What’s your least favourite physical thing about yourself?

my earlobes? yeah probably lol. AND my stomach

🎀 - What colour trousers and shoes are you wearing right now?

blue jeans and no shoes, I’m home in my room

🎀 - What are you listening to right now?

nothing at all

🎀 - If you were a crayon, what colour would you be?

turquoise or any shade of blue

🎀 - Favourite smell?

I can’t describe scents but I have a fave scent mmm

🎀 - Who was the last person you talked to on the phone?

my mother

🎀 - Favourite sport to watch?

football. only when it’s the European championship or world championship (next year is gonna be that time of the year again yasss)

🎀 - Hair colour?

very dark brown

🎀 - Eye colour?

plain brown

🎀 - Do you wear contacts?

no, contacts are grossing me the fuck out but I don’t like wearing glasses either ;’)

🎀 - Favourite food?

noodles

🎀 - Scary movies or comedy?

comedy

🎀 - Last movie you watched?

idk

🎀 - What colour shirt are you wearing?

black

🎀 - Summer or Winter?

Summer

🎀 - Hugs or kisses?

both

🎀 - Book you’re currently reading?

'The Cirlce’ by Dave Eggers

🎀 - Who do you miss right now?

no one...?

🎀 - What’s on your mouse pad?

nothing

🎀 - What’s the last tv program you watched?

idk

🎀 - What is the best sound?

silence

🎀 - Rolling Stones or The Beatles?

idc

🎀 - What’s the furthest you’ve ever travelled?

ugghhh I don’t wanna talk about that country bye

🎀 - Do you have a special talent?

I can make things turn out the way I hadn’t planned them to turn out lol

🎀 - Where were you born?

In a city that used to be part of the German Democratic Republic. That’s all that comes to my mind at all when I think about it

I tag @farlanchurch-isthemumfriend @name-is-katana247 @raefill @fishnatu @riv-armin @renoidan @tooruliciouss

[cescalr]

FIC REQUESTS.

Heyo bros so I’m just gonna put this out here

i’M PRETTY MUCH ALWAYS OPEN TO RECEIVING PROMPTS FOR FICS. 

And I will always at least give them a go if I have even the slightest inkling of inspiration for the prompt given. Prompts can be pretty much anything, really, a word or a sentence or an idea for an AU or whatever. 

However. I have things I won’t write, and so I figured... I should make a post of:

things I will write for

things I will write about

and things I will immediately delete if I get sent them.

So let’s get this show on the road, shall we?

I will write works only for fandoms I know at least a little of, which includes:

Oxenfree

Riverdale (Season 1 & some of 2)

Buffy The Vampire Slayer/Angel The Series [Whedonverse]

Teen Wolf

The Vampire Diaries

Harry Potter

Kingsmen (Movie franchise)

The Wolf Among Us

Assassin's Creed

Tales From The Borderlands

The Chronicles of Narnia (I have read the series - the all in one book - and watched the movies)

Percy Jackson/Heroes Of Olympus/Kane Chronicles (It’s been a while but I have read all of those, along with the PJO and KC crossovers. I’m reading the Trials and Magnus Chase is on my list)

Marvel/DC cinematic universes, though for reference the Andrew Garfield Spiderman movies are my preferred Spiderman medium. I know them, Venom, Thor: Ragnarok, both Guardians of the Galaxy movies, Infinity War, Dr. Strange, and I will be watching Captain Marvel when it comes out. Wonder Woman (and 84 when it comes out), Batman V Superman, Justice League, for DC. I have seen Jessica Jones season one, once.

Smallville, a while back. I still read the fanfic, tho, lol. But yeah, details escape me.

The Yogscast Minecraft Canon. Yes. Really. vehemently not the realy people. 

Misfits

The last three episodes of the second season of 13RW. Specifically. And that is all. Complete AUs would be preferred. 

Doctor Who revival (New Who) with 10th, and a little of 9 and 11, but not much. Astrid deserved better, heh. I saw the entirety of the Sarah Jane Adventures but I forgot most of it agp;oaingag;

Santa Clarita Diet

Mass Effect

Dragon Age

I’d put the Halo franchise but it’s been a while so idk

a bunch of other shit but tbh that’s all I’m gonna put here or we’d be here f o r e v e r trust me

Things I will definitely write about within these fandoms:

slash, femslash, het, multi [poly], gen. idk what the other tag stands for, to be honest with you. 

All canon friendships and most non-canon gen ships. 

Familial bonds.

stalia, scydia, steo, sciles, stanny, marrish, scallison, scira, stira, scileson, staleo, scisaac, allisaac, scallisaac, malira, allydia. 

complete AUs; soulmates, coffee shops, etc etc. Alllll the cliches, lmao.

crossovers between fandoms in this list

most anything tbh with you.

I will not write works that include any of the following:

REAL PEOPLE SHIPPING. no thanks, goodbye. Miss me with that shit, not sorry.

smut, or explicit sexual themes of any kind. Other NSFW topics are fine, though.

s!erek, or really any minor/adult ship, because that’s gross, thanks. HOWEVER, in very special circumstances, like time-travel which returns the younger to the older’s [insert younger’s age here] years, or permanent de-aging of the older which includes mental age (as in, their brain) then. Maybe. Maybe. And it would have to be very specific ships. Scerek or Steter could be okay, maybe. In that scenario. Hell, Dydia. Just... I don’t like s!erek lol. 

incest. I don’t count Justin/Clay, though. Or Alex/Jonas. Step-siblings are pushing it, but if they became step-siblings at a much later stage in life (like the two examples) then... okay. Maybe. Maybe. However, complete AUs that have, say, Malia as a biological Tate and not an adoptive one, and therefore she is not related to any of the Hales, maybe I could work with that. Maybe. Maybe. That would definitely be pushing it, though.

I’d prefer not to write anything that contains homophobia, biphobia, transphobia, racism, or anything along those lines. However, certain canons would make that damn near impossible, such as Misfits, so I will if necessary discuss those topics within the work. Mostly I’d rather stay away, however. 

Romantic stydi@. Not sorry.

Romantic sco!ia. It just didn’t work for me, sorry.

A/B/O ‘Verse dynamics. Since that thing is 99% smut... logically, I won’t write it. 

bodyswap. There’s nothing wrong with it, particularly, I’ve read it. I just don’t get inspired by the idea and along the same veins...

genderswap/cis-swap. It’s very rare that I read a genderbent fic that I care for, I dunno. I just don’t get why, I guess. What the need is for it. A lot of times I see it in the slash tags, which isn’t... great. so, Harry/Ron isn’t Harry slash Ron, it’s Harrietta!! or Rhonda!! or something!! for no reason??? so idk. I’ve seen the same in femslash tags, too, by the way. I just, idk. The fact that’s it’s common in what would be slash ships is... not great, it doesn’t sit particularly well with me. Idk.  

moving on, we’ve got H@rmony. Romantic H@rry/Herm!one... not my thing. 

idk I can’t think of any more? I guess mostly I’ll just respond to the ask with why I won’t/can’t do that one and see if u wanna give me another :). prompts are supposed to be fun, after all. Good writing practice, I figure.

And that’s it, I think!! So... if you read all this, thanks! Regardless, send me prompts! My ask is always open <3