#Drabble Challenge 2021

[hyewka]

idk if this is allowed but,

threesome with yeonjun and beomgyu

⭑ fetish! | c.yj & c.bg ࿐

⭑ synopsis; when a late night conversation with soju and beer transforms into the calling out of choi beomgyus historical pattern of hook up bluffs the attention eventually shifts to you and your sex endeavors.

⭑ warnings; inexperienced!reader, sort of soft dom!yj & switch!gyu, cunninglingus, gagging, throat fuck, cum eating, unsafe sex, creampie, basically all of them are drunk to some degree, iffy word choice with consent but its all definitely consensual, doll/baby petname, childhood best friends/college au

⭑ note; i don’t know how to feel about this at all and i feel like i might wake up one day and just randomly despise it with my entire being but here is a threesome fic long overdue on this blog, take it with what you will because this might just be the last time i ever attempt to challenge my skills 😭

⭑ send in a small prompt with the format of (member) + (nsfw prompt) and ill write you a small drabble!

“So what if we didn’t go all the way, I still got to eat her out. Which she loved F.Y.I.”

Yeonjun snorts, downing his drink. “Dude you’re such a loser.”

“Just say you don’t get bitches like I do.”

You don’t mean to, but that’s what breaks your nonchalance, cracking up like that was the funniest thing you’ve heard.

Like clockwork, both of their heads turn to you expectantly, as if remembering that you’re here with them and you know you just messed up. Maybe if you keep looking at your phone they’d know to leave you alone.

This has been a thing since highschool; their dumb Who Gets More Action wars that served almost no purpose but to stroke their young male egos. More times than you could count, you’re for some reason sucked in as the end all be all judge even if there were others present they could go and bother with details of their sex life.

You’re not letting that happen tonight. You will not become Simon Cowell of who fucks more.

“Hey,” Beomgyu starts nudging you with his feet, annoyingly persistent. “Hey hey, get off your phone, what are you laughing at?”

Yeonjun easily swipes your phone from your hands making you throw your head back groaning. God, to hell with him. “Give it back!” you whine. He shrugs, stuffing your phone in his pockets. Asshole.

You glare at him with murder on your mind, but all that gets you is a condescending pout thrown your way.

“Ughhh I’m going to throw up, stop with the flirting.”

You throw your plastic cup at Beomgyu’s face, and he flinches back in the most dramatic sense ever. “Bitch.” you mutter.

Yeonjun ignores Beomgyu’s comment altogether. “Everyone knows I get more bitches than you Beomgyu. That’s why she laughed. Plus, you make up shit all the time.”

“I do not.”

“You do. You lied about Yoo Jimin.” You recall, giving up on getting your phone back.

Yeonjun makes a sound of remembrance, clasping his hands together. “That was actually so funny. Yoo Jimin. You’ve lost your mind.”

Beomgyu shoots you a betrayed look, “No way you believe his propaganda! We literally had sex! Halloween 2021!”

You give him a skeptical look, brows raised. Beomgyu could fool anyone, but he can’t fool Yeonjun, let alone you. Beomgyu and Jimin? Didn’t make sense. Not on Earth at least.

“That’s one person anyway who cares.” he mutters.

“Ryujin.” You name. “She’s lesbian Gyu. Even when she was questioning she would’ve rather killed herself than let a man touch her.”

Yeonjun barks into laughter, leaning into you. “Ryujin of all people is fucking mental man.”

“Two people, still very little.” he counters.

Was that a challenge? If he wanted to play this game, you would be an expert.

“Jihyo, Miyeon—”

“I fucked Miyeon.”

“Yeah but you said she let you fuck her in the ass, which! She revealed never happened.”

He gasps in horror, face dropped, like that had to be the most offensive thing hes heard.

“I literally have proof it happened, holy shit Miyeon’s a pathological liar.” Beomgyu fumbles his phone, eyes laser focused as his thumb swipes in rapid speed. You snicker, he’s such an idiot. You know he’ll turn up empty but hes on a mission so you let him be.

“Can you pass me the beer?” you mutter lazily, feeling the alcohol hit you now, making a grabbing motion to the can far from your reach.

“Sure you want more?” Yeonjun whispers, with a similarly lazy slur to his words.

You were all clearly buzzed out, sprawled on the floor of your living room, your table pushed to the side with multiple beer cans crushed in a mess. It’s your version of heaven— a little sad maybe, but it was the perfect mix of mundane and fun to you.

“Just beer.” You reply.

He nods, grabbing it for you and instinctively twisting the cap open. Hes’ always been like that, an acts of service sort of guy. The small flex of his veins when he does it is something you silently take note of. You’re so far gone with your small crush on him.

You clear your throat, snapping yourself out of it. “Thanks. Are you gonna give me back my phone or?”

He pretends to think it over, before clicking his tongue. “Nah, later.”

You roll your eyes, taking a sip from your can.

“We don’t get to hangout like this often, missed it y’know? So you can hold off your phone addiction for a bit and stop acting bratty.” he teases.

“Aye aye captain.”

He tuts at you, nudging your shoulder. “I literally cringe internally every time you say that.”

You hum, looking over at Beomgyu. Who is incredibly tense, almost frozen. “Why’d you stop scrolling?”

Maybe Yeonjun saw what you saw, Beomgyu’s face incredibly red, and eyes so weirdly fixed on his phone because he immediately scoots to him, nosy to take a look at his phone screen.

You study Yeonjun’s face. His brows slowly rise. And the only thing he says is “Damn.”

“What?” you ask, curiosity peaked. Nobody answers though, seemingly hypnotised by whatevers on Beomgyus screen.

Yeah, thats enough for your lazy ass to get up and see what they’re looking at.

…To say it’s not what you expect at all is an understatement.

The video playing has no audio, but the visual splayed out in Beomgyu’s hand is all it takes for your thighs to rub instinctively. The phone was obviously placed by the bedside, the view a little tilted, the girl with her face pressed onto the sheets as Beomgyu fucks into her mercilessly unrecognisable, the bed quite literally shaking to match his rhythm. Your face grows hot, and your throat dries, the video looks old because his hair is longer, messier, something that looked like it was from freshman year.

You’re surprised, it’s more than real. He really was going at it.

“I’m fucking her ass here.”

Holy shit. That must’ve hurt like a bitch.

“How would we know it’s Miyeon though?” Yeonjun says, eyes set on the screen.

Beomgyu forwards the video towards the end and lets it play—its the part where he picks up the phone and holds the girls head up by her hair, turning her over, capturing her face fucked out, a mix of spit and cum evidently all over, but more than that, its Miyeon’s face covered in filth.

You bite down on your lips, nervously looking at Beomgyu—who catches your stare. “What?”

You shake your head, dismissing him.

Truth is, this might’ve been the most you’ve seen from Beomgyu in this light. The light that you’ve heard plenty of, but obviously never thought you’d actually…see. Hes always been slutty, especially with him being infamous for his gross PDA on campus, but seeing it—seeing him actually fucking the light out of someone…you gulp down the lump stuck in your throat.

“You’re a freak dude.” Yeonjun says, laughing.

“But not a liar.”

“Nah you’ve yet to prove Jimins, wheres the tape?”

“You just wanna see her getting railed, touch luck bitch.” Beomgyu closes his phone making you realise you were still staring. “Hey, you good? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Beomgyu shifts his attention to you, making you nervous, shrugging his concern off.

Yeonjun speaks for you instead, a smirk plastered on his face. “She’s a virgin, basically saw something worse than a ghost.”

God, this again!

“I’m not a virgin holy shit Yeonjun!”

“I’m not a virgin holy shit Yeonjun.” He mimics annoyingly high pitched and you groan.

“I’m not. I’ve had multiple boyfriends before.”

“Three.” Beomgyu says, “You’ve had three boyfriends.”

“All very long and fruitful relationships, mind you.”

Yeonjun leans back on the couch, stretching his arms behind his back and you know this is a sign that he’s going to be a little bitch about this. “How far have you went?”

“All the way.” you glare back challengily, sipping on your beer.

“Had someone nut in your ass?”

You snap your head to Beomgyu in horror, upper lip quirked. Of course he’d be curious about that. “Damn I’m taking that as a no.”

You force a smile and flip him off rightfully. The little bitch sticks his tongue out at you in retaliation and you have half the mind to not smack him.

“Have you done it without a condom?”

You narrow your eyes at that. Yeonjun’s awfully curious, way too curious for someone whos never been curious. Seriuously, he’d be the last person to care for your sex life. Maybe Beomgyu—totally Beomgyu, but not Yeonjun.

“Is this an interrogation?”

Yeonjun shrugs.

“I—okay, I haven’t. I bet you guys haven’t either.” You immediately regret saying that, it’s obvious they’ve done something so trivial. And its even made more obvious when both of them start laughing maniacally.

Your face runs red, resorting to chugging more beer.

Beomgyu rests his head on your lap suddenly and you quirk your brow down at him. “What? Your thighs are comfortable.”

You narrow your eyes at him, skeptical of what exactly he’s trying to pull until Yeonjun’s asking you questions again after calming down from his laughing fit.

“Gotten fingered?”

“Well no shit.”

Beomgyus attention is piqued, “You have?”

“How else am I supposed to…you know..get prepped?” you say, coughing around the word.

Beomgyu snorts, “You just did the most virgin thing ever oh my god.”

“That’s why I don’t believe a single thing coming out of her mouth.”

“I’m not a virgin.” you say for the umpteenth time. When they both exchange silent looks, you clear your throat. “But, I might be a little…inexperienced. That’s it though, I’m not a virgin. I’ve had sex…like twice.”

Beomgyu shoots up, making you jump in shock. “Twice?!” he shouts. He looks at you like you might’ve just led the saddest life of the entirety of human history.“And three boyfriends? The math isn’t…”

“Well one of them believed pre-marital sex would have us damned so—”

“Oh yeahh, your Christian boy Mark.” Yeonjun marvels. “That guy was a total bitch.”

Yeah, Mark. The guy you thought you’d end up marrying someday, until he decided to cheat with an anal whore as you call it. Cheating on you in broad daylight, in the apartment you shared wasn’t enough, he tried to mansplain the difference between anal virginity and vaginal virginity right after he was caught.

You shudder remembering the scene.

“A little unrelated but I always sort of thought you guys fucked.” Beomgyu starts, breaking the silence. “Like at least once.”

You sigh, he’s never letting this sexual tension bullshit thing go. If anything, Yeonjun probably saw you in the least sexual light possible. Unfortunately. “No. No we haven’t Beomgyu, we keep telling you this.”

“You” He points a finger at you, “Keep telling me this. Not him. That’s suspicious.”

Yeonjun doesn’t say anything even as both you and Beomgyu stare at him— he just mixes his soju and beer together for another shot.

You relent, speaking up. “Yeonjun tell him we haven’t fucked so he can stop insinuating that we’re freaks behind closed doors 24/7.”

Beomgyu snickers at that, still toying with the fabric of your shorts. You think it’s just out of habit.

“Yeah, we haven’t.” Yeonjun finally confirms.

You widen your eyes at Beomgyu to taunt him, getting all up on his face, nonverbally celebrating an I told you so. He just rolls his eyes at you, a dumb smile on his face.

“But I want to.”

…What.

That has both you and Beomgyu frozen, his smile slowly dropping before he turns to face Yeonjun.

Your mind works overtime trying to process whether you heard that right, did it have any hints of a joke, why couldn’t you pick up on it then? Or whether all your life you’ve read it all wrong—is it the drinks speaking or? But drunk words are sober thoughts…right? Is he just-

“Huh?” Beomgyu’s the one to ask for a clarification first.

He only shrugs, proving that none of you heard him wrong. “I wanna fuck her. I mean, you’re hot I’m not being unreasonable.”

You don’t know how to respond without sounding like an even more awkward virgin, so you stay silent, trying to make sense of it in your own head. But when you catch Beomgyu slowly nodding from your peripheral vision like what Yeonjun’s saying makes sense, you painfully nudge him.

He whines, defending himself almost immediately. “What? He’s not wrong, you’re mega hot now.”

You squeeze your eyes shut irritated, “Don’t—god, don’t ever say ‘mega hot’ again.”

Beomgyu mumbles something intelligible, something that sounded like one of his sulky protests that you just ignore as the room falls silent again. Yeonjun seems completely unbothered of the atmosphere, drinking his somaek like this was just another normal day, like he didn’t just air out something that could potentially completely flip your entire dynamic.

The tension is thick, and it suddenly feels way too hot to be here anymore but then Beomgyu speaks up again. “Do you know how to suck a dick?”

You snort, not answering as you keep your eyes on the floor.

But it’s impossible to ignore him when he keeps staring at you, almost too intensely for a question you thought was to break the tension. You look to his face, and there’s no sign of lightheartedness anywhere. He was seriously asking. “So? Do you?”

You decide to humor him, anything to get over this suffocating silence. “Sort of.”

Yeonjun chuckles, “What does ‘sort of’ mean?”

You roll your eyes, frankly irritated that he’s even speaking right now. “Sort of means I can, but I don’t know if I’m …good at it.”

He hums in understanding, nodding. “Wanna test your skills out right now?”

Your eyes bulge out, blinking rapidly as you look at Yeonjun in shock. Did he seriously just…say that? Your face grows even hotter as you stutter around a response.

But before you could even form a proper response, Beomgyu says something first, whining into his hands. “I literally cannot be the only one really fucking turned on right now.”

At his words, your eyes instinctively look down to his pants and god, he wasn’t kidding. You don’t know how you haven’t noticed until now, but the imprint of his dick building a tent in his sweatpants has you looking away like you’ve just seen the most sinful thing ever. You don’t miss the small patch of wetness at the top either. You rub your thighs together again, this time you curse your body for reacting because most of their attention was collectively on you now.

Meaning, they would inevitably notice small details.

And that they did. Yeonjun laughs, but it has laces of mean-spiritedness that has your brain frying at a faster speed. “You aren’t the only one. Our little dolls’ horny as shit too, aren’t you? Look at you rubbing your thighs for just the little bits of friction.” Yeonjun says the last part with a pout, so condescendingly, his eyes heavy lidded with what you’re sure is lust.

That gets Beomgyu’s attention, who was lost in his own dilemma, who’s close enough to touch you, to do something, and that has you more nervous than the time you had to present an unfinished slideshow to the harshest professor in your major.

Your throat is dry again, and you can’t seem to get out a word no matter how hard you try. Beomgyu licks his lips momentarily, staring at you, waiting for something, maybe a cue? You don’t know, but they’re both definitely waiting.

Beomgyu’s impatient, and shameless, if that wasn’t already obvious enough. With a rasp to his voice, he whispers, “God, I really wanna touch you right now.”

And you whisper back, like this was secret gossip you’d exchange between yourselves at recess about who was mean to who, who liked who, except this time you’re all grown up, and he’s asking to…touch you. You look behind Beomgyu, Yeonjun very much invested in what’s happening makes you on the fence. “But it’ll—it’ll get…weird. Like, between us.”

Beomgyu’s quick to counter. “No, no it won’t, I promise. Everything’s going to be the exact same. Just baby, please. Let me take care of you.”

The use of a petname again has you biting down on your lips. You search his eyes, and he looks so…desperate, the sudden switch baffling to you, so different from how you usually see him. Is this how he gets with the girls he fucks? It’s so hot, you’ve never been met with this much enthusiasm.

Your feelings heighten even more when he whispers again at your silence, “Please, I’m dying here.”

You let out a breath you were holding in, nodding, “Okay, it’s—it’s okay. You can. Touch me I mean.”

This is the absolute last thing in the world you’d ever expected, like ever. Beomgyu touching you, ministrating your breasts roughly with his big hands through your top, kneeling between your legs, kissing all over from your jaw to your neck like he hasn’t gotten action in decades. It’s like everywhere, your skin scorches, every inch—and he’s so fiery, so harsh with his squeezes and bites that you’re so unprepared for, so unprepared in fact that your eyes already brim with tears, head becoming light with too much stimulation in too little time as you feel him play with your shorts in attempt to take them off.

Suddenly, Beomgyu’s shoved off you completely, having him fall on his ass with a thud. Your eyes fly open in worry, only to be met with Yeonjun way closer to you than earlier. “Dude, calm down you’re going too fast.”

Beomgyu rolls his eyes irritably, “You know you could’ve told me that without fucking throwing me off her, right?”

“Like your ass would listen.” Yeonjun mutters, refocusing his attention to you, “Come on, get up on the couch doll, I’ll show you how its done.”

You’re hesitant. You’re okay with messing around with Beomgyu—you are because he’s the best friend that you have zero romantic feelings for, but Yeonjun? You already have this…tiny crush on him that has been fostering since the dawn of times, a light lit then dimmed for years throughout the time you’ve known him…would this not set it on a full blown out fire? Are you ready to risk getting your rocks off to find out?

Yeonjun calls your name again, snapping you out of your reverie. “If you don’t want to I’m not gonna…”

“No no, um—sorry I was just, like, thinking. Sure.” you choke out, cheeks red.

Fuck it.

You situate yourself on the couch like he instructed, looking at Beomgyu for a second in semi-panic, but that horndogs too far gone to properly communicate with you through telepathy so you’re left a puddle, a little jittery as you nervously pick at the thread of the old couch, preparing yourself for whats to come.

Yeonjun smiles, slotting himself between your legs. “I’m gonna take it slow, ‘kay? Tell me if it becomes too much and I’ll stop.”

You nod, taking a deep breath then out to calm your nerves. You don’t have to help him out with pulling your shorts down, it’s like he’s so experienced that he knows how to get around it without you doing much. Which doesn’t help to make you relax…at all. He’s experienced, and you’re not. That’s a cause of a million worries running through your mind at the moment.

The air that had felt so hot earlier, feels cool now, and you shudder a little. “You’re drenched doll, that’s cute.”

Beomgyu finally sits himself next to you, hand on his crotch, slowly rubbing it out as he stares at what Yeonjun sees, craning his neck to get a good look. And you feel…so exposed, it makes your ears red with a mix of shame and arousal as you squeeze your eyes shut.

You jolt a little when you feel his tongue poking at your entrance through your panties—he’s slow as he licks up your slit, soaking your underwear more and more.

“Any of your boyfriends ever eat you out?” Beomgyu asks, hand squeezing his cock through his sweats, before having the genius idea of replacing his with yours—his warm hands resting on yours, guiding you to press down harder on his boner. As if he’s showing you—making you feel how big he is.

You shake your head to his question, and he airs out a chuckle. God, you really want to slap yourself for finding that so attractive. “Of course. Might as well be a real virgin.”

You want to retort back, you really do, because god forbid Beomgyu have the last word, but it's impossible when Yeonjun hooks his finger to push your underwear to the side because you're a goner, a goner the minute you feel his warm breath on your skin, and even worse when you feel his tongue lapping at your core, the direct contact making you gasp out a moan, jolting you awake, clearing your drunk daze.

"Yeonjun, Yeonjun shit-" you don't mean to tighten your grip on Beomgyu, but you do in response to Yeonjuns stimulation which has him hiss, bucking into your touch.

"Do that again. Harder. Touch me baby, yeah, just like that." He babbles, holding onto your wrist, groaning when you oblige, wrapping your hand on his clothed shaft and squeezing the base.

Yeonjun looks at you through lidded eyes, his hands firmly keeping your legs apart, nose brushing against your clit every so often to tease before he finally decides to flatten his tongue against it, finger prodding at your entrance at the same time, making you inexpectantly arch your back, moaning. "F-fuck Jjun!"

You could feel the smirk, the cockiness radiating off him— it oozes even, it's so evident he likes this dynamic, you so reactionary to each little thing he does.

Beomgyu helps you palm his dick before he finally relents, too horny out of his mind, shoving your hand down his pants, making you feel his hot dick, so sticky and wet, it's lewd. "'Move your hand baby, c'monnn. Good girl." He groans, trying to guide you to a speed he finds fitting.

You start getting the hang of it, your hand jerking off his dick without help even as you're practically dumbed out with Yeonjun's tongue working at your sex, trying to purposefully make you lose your mind.

“Pussy so good doll, so good.” his words muffle against your core and it sends a vibration that has your pace falter.

Suddenly, Yeonjun detaches, making you feel terribly empty, and horrible because you were sure you were close. Before you could complain, your eyes widen at him unbuttoning his jeans, dropping them to the floor to have his cock flinging out of his boxers. He gives it a couple strokes, breathing heavy as he stares at your pussy. Wet with his spit, messy. He groans, biting his lips raw and you’ve just never felt so much as a prey until now. “Gonna fill you up soon, don’t worry doll.”

“Pay attention to me too,” Beomgyu whines, kissing your neck again, the space under your earlobe, his teeth grazing against your skin, just begging to have your attention. “Unfair if it’s only him.” he breathes, kissing and kissing and kissing, until he decides to move up to your lips, taking you up a wind as you jerk his dick off faster.

His whines and mewls melt into the sloppiness of the kiss and god is it the hottest thing ever, shit.

Yeonjun basically breaks the kiss by pushing Beomgyu off of you again, and if you had half the mind to think, you would’ve caught the irritation radiating off Beomgyu at Yeonjuns constant cock blocking.

You can’t think now, not when Yeonjun’s lining his dick up with your hole, feeling his hot tip prodding and your pussy fluttering around nothing to suck him in. “Ready? Relax yourself so it’ll feel good, ‘kay?”

You nod, humming.

“Words princess.”

“I’m—I’m ready Jjunie.”

He gives you a crooked grin, fingertips digging into the plush of your hips.

You try, you really do, you try giving them both an experience but the more Yeonjun pushes himself in you, the slower your hand becomes until you finally let go, breathing heavy at the inexplicable feeling of just…fullness. When he’s flush and snug against your core, completely inside you, he relishes, he stays there, eyes fluttering closed with his face so, so close to yours.

And he whispers to you, words Beomgyu can’t possible hear even if he wishes to, and even words you could’ve missed if you weren’t so in tune with every single sense that you’re feeling right now.

“Wish he wasn’t here when I could finally have you.”

You’re driven over the edge, not even given the time to process, before he’s drilling his dick into you—in then back, slowly before he’s building up to snapping his hips, having you gasp in shock at each thrust. You let the stray tear run down, hell, at this point you’re giving all autonomy of your body to the two boys right now, you’re not in control of anything anymore.

“Tight, so tight and warm,” he groans, getting faster, “Shoulda prepped you more, huh? Fuckin’ tighter than a virgin, can barely move.” He laughs breathy.

You just nod, nod at whatever filthy shit he says, tightening your grip on the couch, squeezing your eyes shut at how the pain just bleeds into the pleasure. You’ve never had it like this with your past boyfriends, it never felt like this.

Suddenly, you feel something hot poking at your cheek which spurs you to open your eyes. Your eyes damn near almost bulge out at Beomgyu’s size, cock insistently trying to move past your lips.

“Want your mouth, please, fuck.”

Can you even take that in your mouth?

He doesn’t wait for your contemplation, that’s not Beomgyu’s thing. He does it anyway, managing to slide his dick in your mouth, not even letting you get used to it like Yeonjun had even when he’s a lot bigger, pushing all the way in. He throws his head back, groaning curses as you gag around his length, breathing restricted.

“God you’re so hot like this, princess. Taking my cock so well,” he growls, moving his hips to fuck your mouth. Your eyes water, burning as the taste of him overpowers your senses— all of that paired with Yeonjun’s rhythm getting rougher and more frantic has you lose yourself in ecstasy you don’t think you can handle.

You think you might just faint.

“Have you always been like this? So good at sucking cock, slutty throat just waiting to be stuffed with dick?” Beomgyu rambles filth, losing himself faster than Yeonjun, looking down at you with so much hunger. You return his gaze, blinking up at him innocently, as if to disagree. You’re not slutty, you aren’t.

But that seems to spur him on a completely different direction, like something snapped inside him, cursing loudly as he ruthlessly starts fucking into your mouth. Your mind clouds, dizziness setting in as you feel Yeonjun attach his lips to your nipple through your flimsy top, sucking harshly, making a mess of your shirt with his spit.

You garble around Beomgyu’s dick, trying to say something but it only comes out intelligible and like complete nonsense, it’s humiliating.

“God, you’re sucking me in so greedily, want me to fill you up with my cum so bad, huh?”

Yeonjun slaps your ass and you jolt again, snot and mascara running down your face. He starts kneeding your cheeks, snapping into you rougher, and somehow deeper, you fucking lose it. “You want it so bad, right? Say something baby, or I won’t give it to you.”

You nod, mouth still stuffed with Beomgyu’s cock, who he isn’t intent on stopping any time soon.

It’s enough for Yeonjun you guess because before you know it, you feel hot substance shoot up, filling you to the brim with his cum, still pumping it in even as your orgasm washes over you. You’re beyond overstimulated, especially when Beomgyu cums around the same time, his hot load forcing its way down your throat.

He holds your head against his abdomen, groaning the more he defills you. “Fuck if you do that I might just fall for you,” he growls, voice down octaves, fixating his eyes on how your throat gulps down his cum like it’s water at the Sahara. The taste is so strong, you start coughing up some of it out when his dick flops out of your mouth sticky, finally regaining your breath, gasping for air in large amounts, your cunt spilling Yeonjun’s seed onto the couch slowly, dribbling down to the floor to make a mess.

Beomgyu suddenly pushes Yeonjun out of the way to slot himself between your legs, kissing at your pussy.

“Beomgyu, don’t, can’t—stop, too much-” you try reasoning but he doesn’t listen, that brat. He just starts going at it, lapping at the cum spilling, his lips glistening with the wetness, alternating between kissing and licking your cunt. “‘Course you can baby, you can take it.”

You bite down hard on your lips, lightheaded as you look down at the man ravaging your pussy and cleaning you up at the same time.

To hell with that ‘nothing’s going to change’ bullshit promise, something definitely changed tonight and you can’t put your finger around what.

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[thepersonnamedsam]

do you think we’re best friends in every universe? - ln4 & gzd

pairing: lando norris x the genz!driver

summary: y/n asked lando, if they’d be best friends in every universe

word count: 500

warnings: none

note: a little drabble about the current tiktok trend :)

masterlist / taglist

���Lan, do you think we’re best friends in every universe?“, she asked the older boy. „Huh?“, he had asked back.

„Do you think we’re best friends in every universe? I saw this trend on TikTok“, she explained.

„Let me see“, Lando demanded. y/n stretched her arm out to give Lando her phone. „That’s a sad one, but there are happy ones“, she said as she showed him the video were the F1 drivers all had different best friends.

Lando laughed his typical laugh and said: „I definitely wouldn’t say ‚what’, I‘d probably say ‚huh‘.“ She laughed, as that was the exact thing he’d said when she asked him.

„Do you think we’re best friends? Seriously“, she asked one more time.

Lando tugged on his Ferrari shirt and looked at her Mercedes gear. „Yeah, I think so, even if we aren’t enemies on the track, I think we’d be best friends.“

y/n laughed a little, her heart swelled a little at his words. „What do you think, do we drive for different teams in different universes, do we even drive in Formula 1?“

His shirt changed to a McLaren one and hers to her own team. „Maybe, maybe I’ll drive for Ferrari and you for Mercedes“, he laughed. She nodded her head, wondering how’d it be to drive for one of the big teams.

„And what if we don’t even drive in F1? I mean we met here“, she dragged out. „I think we’d still find a way to meet.“

„I mean, we met on a Saturday in a bakery, don’t you remember?“, Lando giggled. They were sitting on the floor in a two bedroom apartment. „You’re right! London, 2021, a tiny little bakery, you ordered a cinnamon bun and I got a raspberry tart!“, she excitedly said.

„And look where we are now! I mean, you’re an engineer for Red Bull Racing and I am a professional Golf Player who even participated in the Netflix Cup with Pierre Gasly“, he added.

„I think we’d always find a way back to Formula 1“, she sighed. Lando‘s light blue shirt matched y/n Williams shirt. „Do you think we’d be teammates too?“, he asked.

She shook her head no: „I don’t think we’d always be teammates, but always best friends, right?“

Lando nodded as he handed her a pint: „Always my pub bestie.“

„Maybe not always pub besties, but maybe even best friends since birth“, she smiled. „You weren’t even born in the UK, how would we be besties since birth?“, he asked.

„But I was“, she exclaimed. „Don’t you remember our mums meeting in the hospital?“

„Fuck, yes you’re right! Besties since birth, my god.“

„I know everything about you, Lando Kinder Norris“, she giggled and pushed him away.

„Do you think we’d be together in another universe?“, he asked shyly.

„I think I love you in every universe“, she said back and drew more figures on his naked torso. „Good, I don’t think I’d be able to live without you“, he sighed. „Don’t worry Lan, I’ll always be with you, one way or another.“

„Don’t you dare eat that worm!“, y/n in her bird from squealed. „And what if I do“, Lando challenged. „I’m gonna pick your feathers out“, she dared. „Ohh now I’m scared“, he taunted and ate her worm.

„What if I was that worm“, she whined. „Then I’d have you in me all the time and forever.“

Lando laughed and said: „Yes, y/n, I think we’re best friends in every universe.“

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#Encantober

Encantober is an Encanto fandom event with themes to challenge artists and writers throughout the month of October (link to theme list in a copy/pasteable format here). Encantober is open to any and all art and writing, including sketches, drabbles, one-shots, and more.

Fanworks can be shared via the #Encantober tag on tumblr and/or posted as part of the AO3 collection here.

The goal of the bingo event is to fill five prompts in a row horizontally, vertically, or diagonally. You can use the bingo card on this post, or send us an ask to receive an individual randomized card. You must send the ask off anon, so that we can respond privately.

Rules:

Works must be a part of the Encanto (2021) fandom. OCs, AUs, and crossovers are permitted.

Works must adhere to one of the Encantober themes.

Series of Encantober works are welcome.

No incest.

QA:

Q: Can you explain the free space? A: "Comment 5+ people" means comment on works for this year's Encantober posted by at least five different people. This can be a (positive!) comment left in the tags or body of a reblog, or a comment on AO3. It's our reminder to check out what everyone is doing!

Q: Can I link prompts together? Or cover multiple prompts with one work? A: Linking works together to create a story series is a wonderfully creative idea! However, combining multiple prompts into one work defeats the purpose of the multi-prompt challenge. Each work (or chapter in a series) must focus on one prompt.

Q: Do I have to complete every prompt? A: You do not! The goal is to fill five prompts in a row, but you can choose to complete fewer, or more. This is meant to be fun, so please don’t stress yourself out.

Q: Do I have to complete prompts in a specific order/at a specific time? A: Not this year! Fill out your bingo card at your leisure :)

Q: I followed all the rules. Why aren’t my posts being reblogged? A: Either you didn't indicate which prompt you're filling, forgot to tag #Encantober, or the admin team just missed it! We’re doing the best we can across time zones <3

Browse:

Use the links below to find the works for each prompt in our archive!

River Return Truth Haunt Healing Coffee Poetry Recipe Relaxation Discovery Regret Recognition Wall Leaves Team Umbrella Build Thread Cheese Sign Mountain Secret Rose Burn

[rmd-writes]

2024 Fic Writing Round Up

I've been tagged by @kiwiana-writes @cha-melodius @firenati0n @stereopticons @hippolotamus @porcelainmortal @heartstringsduet @whatsintheboxmh @thisbuildinghasfeelings @strandnreyes @alrightbuckaroo @lemonlyman-dotcom @carlos-in-glasses @heartstringsduet @reyesstrand in a couple of versions end of year reviews recently (loved seeing the art ones!!) so I'm going to combine a couple of them because I only have one round up post in me.

Rules: Feel free to show whatever stats you have. Only want to show Ao3 stats? Rock on. Want to include some quantitative info instead of stats? Please do this. Want to change how yours is presented? Absolutely do that. Would rather eat glass than do this? Please don’t eat glass but don’t feel like you have to do this either.

Words and Fics

Words published to ao3: my ao3 stats say the total is 148,658 but that's a lie when you account for the three collabs/co-written fics I've posted this year. I'd estimate that my actual word count is somewhere closer to 70,000-75,000 excluding drabbles.

Fandoms: Red, White & Royal Blue and 911 Lone Star

Most recent drop: Home for the Holidays

Longest fic: Call Me (By My Name) at 65.5k but I didn't write all of those words

Top 3 Fics by Kudos

never the same twice || RWRB || E || 34k || a collaboration with @three-drink-amy @athousandrooms @welcometololaland @indomitable-love @everwitch-magiks (and also bleedingballroomfloor, chasingshadow and ifigo who aren't on tumblr).

Call Me (By My Name) || 911 LS || E || 65.5k || co-written with @welcometololaland

he wrote mine on my upper thigh || RWRB || E || 6.2k

Upcoming Projects for 2025

Lola and I have something that we want to get going in 2025, but the reality is that I've struggled with writing this year and I've got a lot going on in the first part 2025 that will require my creativity so other than my project with Lola, I'm really not sure what I'll be writing. There are a couple of things I'd like to write, but we'll see.

As for the fics I've posted in 2024:

In 2023, I posted 15 fics which weren't just updates to my drabble collections. I'm pretty sure this was a reduction in what I'd posted in 2021/2022. This year, I've continued that downward trend and posted 7 fics, 4 ficlets (less than 1k words), and a smattering of drabbles (ie. strictly 100 words) here on tumblr, some of which have been cross-posted to ao3.

January

lol hello forgetting how to make words

February

if you scroll down, you can see the drabbles I posted in response to some prompts I requested here

March

never the same twice || RWRB || E || 34k || a collaboration with @three-drink-amy @athousandrooms @welcometololaland @indomitable-love @everwitch-magiks (and also bleedingballroomfloor, chasingshadow and ifigo who aren't on tumblr).

The thing about sex with Henry is, it’s never the same twice. Sometimes he moves easily, caught up in the rush, and other times he’s tense and taut and wants Alex to work him loose and take him apart. Sometimes nothing gets him off faster than being talked back to, but other times they both want him to use every inch of authority in his blood, not to let Alex get there until he’s told, until he begs. It’s unpredictable and it’s intoxicating and it’s fun, because Alex has never met a challenge he didn’t love, and he— well, Henry is a challenge, head to toe, beginning to end.

Or: series of snapshots of Alex and Henry’s versatile sex life throughout the years – because the more life changes, the more some things stay the same. A Firstprince birthday celebration collaboration.

Each chapter can be read as a stand alone chapter and I wrote chapter 3.

April-May

[crickets]

June

who am i if i can't carry it all || RWRB || T || 9.4k

Alex lives his life like he has a fire under his ass for no good reason and always has. Except June knows that there is a reason, there always has been. In some ways, June has spent her whole life trying to protect Alex from himself, watching him shove himself down behind impressive wit, gregarious personality and a charming smile in his effort to set the world aflame, despite the fact that he could have done so almost effortlessly, simply by being himself. Or, five times June looks after Alex and one time she realises she doesn’t need to.

Call Me (By My Name) || 911 LS || E || 65.5k || co-written with @welcometololaland

The last thing Carlos Reyes ever expected was to find himself calling a phone sex line. But Austin feels like a small town when it comes to finding a one night stand and desperate times call for desperate measures. The last thing TK Strand ever expected was for someone to mistake his phone number for a phone sex line. But he’s lonely, horny and the guy sounds hot, so he gives into temptation and tries his best to sound professional. OR The accidental phone sex AU.

July

More drabbles

August

he wrote mine on my upper thigh || RWRB || E || 6.2k

Thick thighs save lives. An Olympic rugby AU that features just the barest seasoning of the Olympics and rugby, a sprinkling of sports-flavour, if you will.

September

[crickets]

October

A Christmas Mix Up || 911 LS || T || 952

A seasonally inappropriate Christmas ficlet for the prompt: “And you’re sure this is… for me?”

easy like (any) morning || RWRB || M || 836

For the prompt: Alex eyes the toast Henry handed him a minute ago with horror. "And you eat this voluntarily? For breakfast? Baby, why?"

kiss you twice 'cause it's gonna be alright || 911 LS || T || 520

A prompt fill for the dialogue prompt: “Uh, crap. Let’s hope nobody sees that.” Or, TK just really loves kissing his husband.

floating around in ecstasy || RWRB || M || 762

A prompt fill for the dialogue prompt: “did you think I wouldn’t notice?” Or, the brief return of my lawyer au

green is the colour of the grass || 911 LS || M || 1.5k

A prompt fill for the prompt: Two strangers trapped in an elevator together or "Are you wearing my clothes?"

November

Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This) || 911 LS || E || 16.9k || co-written with @welcometololaland

Sometimes, settling the score is as simple as falling asleep. OR Five times TK pretended to fall asleep during sexy time, and one time he actually did.

December

Home for the Holidays || RWRB || M || 9.3k

When Alex discovers that Henry's Christmas plans involve staying in their apartment alone, he does what any good roommate would do and drags Henry along to his family Christmas at the lake house. It's a win-win situation, since everything is better for Alex when Henry is around. Henry is his person. Completely fucking platonically, of course.

It's very late in the year now, and I feel like everyone’s already done this, so consider this an open tag if anyone wants to share their own round up and hasn't done so yet x

[jenson-buttocks]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers! Spread the self-love 💞

Thank you so much for this ask, this is a lot of fun! <3

cupid’s chokehold - Charles. A sauna. His teammate's dad. What more do you want?

I mean, do I have to say anything about this one? Pretty sure this was the first fic in the Charlos Sr tag on AO3, and I have more in that tag. I just really, really love the idea of these two and I want to write some more when I get going again.

how bratty omega princess lando norris met very professional and foolhardy alpha personal security guard carlos sainz jr - the summary is in the title. i don't know what to say.

This was such a 'I'm drunk and bored and want to write' fic. It started as little snippets in the Carlando server and then I just started writing it all out, and it ended in this which is a fun fic. Even though it's not my best, I definitely have soft spot for it.

i want you to know (that i'm all yours) - Lando keeps making mistakes with men called Carlos. He keeps making mistakes until one night when he doesn't.

This was the first fic I as part of a challenge (that wasn't hosted by me). I don't remember what it's called but it's a very smutty challenge. I don't know what came over me, but I love the hell out of it and the premise is *chefs kiss*

summer sweat - "Now it's Carlos' turn to bite his lips. A moan almost escapes them, but he manages to hold back. Lando puts his lips on Carlos' earlobe and presses a soft kiss to it before whispering. 'I fingered myself in the bathroom. I'm ready.' It's an order, one that Carlos is barely able to deny. 'Not in front of your parents, Lando!' It's strangled; all of his energy is going into keeping his composure" or Carlos spends a hot summer day with Lando and his family, and Lando has some plans.

This is just pure smut. Someone sent me a prompt here on Tumblr and I just went with it and it definitely turned into one of my favourite little Carlando fics. So thank you to whoever it was that inspired this <3

You Found Me - Absolutely nothing had gone to plan. Lando had known that teaming up with the CNI was a bad idea, he didn’t trust them one bit. Especially Sainz, with who he had unfortunately been partnered or Lando is MI6 and is forced to work with an arrogant CNI intelligence officer named Carlos.

What an epic. It took me almost 2,5 years to complete, mostly because I am so bad at updating. This started from a tiny drabble I wrote back in 2021, and it kinda just snowballed from that. I am going to write a sequel, when I get the spirit of writing back into me.

[stereopticons]

On This Day in Schitt's Creek: March 21

2018

better than all the rest [david/patrick, T, 2,014] by foxwatson

It’s not like this is the first time David has embarrassed himself for a loved one. aka this is a 4x09 reaction fic

2019

Apologies and Confessions of Love [david/patrick, NR, 927] by bombshellblonde

Just a short few scenes after Meet The Parents

occupying the same breath [david/patrick, T, 551] by @enablelove

After the tumultuous day, Patrick and David take a moment to relax in bed.

2020

All the Roads We Have to Walk [david/patrick, T, 23,561] by @meadowharvest4856

"I wonder what would've happened if we'd met in high school?" Patrick Brewer is ready to conquer the summer of 1999 at Camp Cedar Glade. He's in for a surprise, though, in the form of one David Rose.

Fools Rush In [david/patrick, g, 1,765] by @olrhys

“Well I don’t want to make assumptions,” David said, a teasing edge to his voice. “But it looks to me like you were doodling your first name and my last name together in our sales ledger less than a year into our relationship.” Or, David finds evidence that Patrick had been planning on marrying him a long, long time ago.

Pen15 is Mightier Drabble Challenges [multi fandom, E, 5,856, CW: harry potter] by BrandonStrayne

A random assortment of drabbles written for the Pen15 is Mightier weekly drabble challenges. Each chapter will be its own drabble and the title of the chapter will be the prompt for that particular challenge.

The Way We Were [johnny/moira, G, 1,920] by MadisonAvenue

Currently pregnant with Alexis, Moira laments on her life and her capabilities as a mother

2021

A Change of Plans [david/patrick, T, 718] by @rmd-writes

From his vantage point on the couch, David can see that Patrick is sulking. He’s sitting at the table staring at the laptop, beer untouched, his hand clenched in a fist on the table. He sighs and sips his wine, trying to assess whether enough time has passed that he can approach Patrick. Or David knows how to deal with Pouty Patrick

even doubt can be delicious (or moderately edible) [david/patrick, G, 9,686] by @lilythesilly

“My coffee, please. To go.” A to-go cup is slid into his line of vision, except when he takes a sip it’s not his coffee, it’s liquid death. “Um, what is this supposed to be?” He asks, looking up and startling when he sees a face that is not Twyla staring back at him. “You’re not Twyla.” The guy in front of him smiles, like he’s amused by fucking up his coffee order. “No, I’m Patrick.” An AU retelling of Season 3 where instead of going to work for Ray, Patrick gets a job at the cafe.

Excel-lent Excuse for a Celebration [david/patrick, G, 221] by @dazedwriter1

David and Patrick had saved a bottle of wine from opening day to be had in the future at an unknown date when a celebration was needed. Patrick found the perfect excuse. A short text message based fic.

Featuring the Patron Saint of Drag Queens [david/patrick, NR, 1,825] by TuttleAsHimself

Clint is very fond of his son-in-law, but it's rare that he and David find themselves alone in each other's company. What will they talk about while Patrick and Marcy are out hiking? Turns out they do have some common ground. Despite the title this doesn't actually have anything to do with drag queens lol. Maybe one day.

Grenada [david/patrick, T, 300] by Rosey_Peach

i might be a malady, thank god you're my galaxy (my sweet relief) [alexis/twyla, T, 1,581] by @turningtimeinthetardis

Twyla’s not sure what hurts worse, her embarrassment or her hangover.

the ex [david/patrick, T, 1,089] by @grapehyasynth

David has mostly done a good job of not letting himself think long-term commitment thoughts about Patrick, which is 50% of why it hurts the way it does when Alexis turns to the redhead she’s invited to their family barbecue and gasps, “Wait, *Patrick* is your *husband*?”

three o'clock [alexis/twyla, E, 2,914] by @schittyfic

“Oooh, Twy, three o’clock.” “Huh?” Twyla wrinkles her nose at Alexis in confusion, picking up her phone from the vaguely-sticky table and checking the screen. “It’s nine thirty-two.” “No-no, babe, like, three o’clock.” Alexis enunciates each syllable, widening her eyes and jerking her head dramatically. It’s still, like, totally subtle, though. She closes her glossed lips around the straw of her daiquiri as Twyla finally turns to look across the bar. “Oh,” Twyla breathes out, unknowingly mirroring Alexis’s pose, sucking her own straw into her mouth as they both stare. - Or: two tipsy girlfriends thirst over the hot, bearded guy across the bar.

To Hold You in My Arms [david/patrick, NR, 1,910] by TuttleAsHimself

After realizing David is part of THAT Rose family at Patrick's surprise party, Marcy's curiosity gets the better of her and she makes a painful discovery concerning David's past. (Warnings are in the tags just to be safe, but it's all briefly touched on and not at all graphic)

where we're headed for [david/patrick, M, 58,077] by stillicide_snow

“So did you start wearing all black because you’re an international cat burglar or did you base your career choice on your wardrobe?” Or, David used to be a jewel thief. Allegedly. He doesn't do that anymore. Patrick works in insurance, and he has a few questions about those recent break-ins... An AU in which David leaves Schitt's Creek for good at the end of season one, and then his past starts to catch up to him.

wish i'd known this feeling is coming [david/patrick, T, 670] by budd

Set after the events of "Pregnancy Test" and prior to "Girls' Night", David and Patrick cuddle for the first time at Ray's following a night of (silent) sex.

you'd rather lie than fall [david/patrick, G, 39,993] by @maxbegone

“Stevie,” he starts, tears brimming his eyes. “I can’t stay here. I... I should have seen it all coming. I should have known that—” A hiccup escapes him and he swallows, hard. “That everything good was just going to fall apart. It always does. Nothing works out for me.” “That’s not true, David. Look what you’ve created.” She throws a hand out in the general direction of the town. “You guys can...you can work through this. There are other options.” “Nope.” David is adamant, then, righting his face of any emotion. “Running away was what I did in the past, I can do it again now.” — David should have suspected it. Patrick was too perfect in all his neat and organized glory. He should have seen Rachel coming from a mile away. That was five months ago. There’s no rekindling that now. The other shoe drops and David really does leave Schitt’s Creek for New York, only to find that in a city of eight million people, it’s still very easy to be lonely. But bumping into the one person he never expected to on his morning coffee run might just lead to a friendship he never knew he needed.

2022

I Can Fix That [david/patrick, T, 1,733] by mallpretzles

The proposal is put on hold when Patrick injures his foot. This is the story of plan b.

2023

How Long Will I Love You? [david/patrick, E, 24,399] by @ficsfromabrokenchair

This is my first long AU, and my first fic inspired by a movie. While it’s not essential to this storyline, if you have a hard time wrapping your mind around time travel or need a visual of what I’m describing, I’d suggest watching About Time. Plus, it’s just a sweet film. Bill Nighy, anyone?! This work is my love letter to the idea that these two belong together in every universe. But their journey won’t be free of challenges.It’s an AU but it follows canon very closely… until it doesn’t. Then it does again. Stick with me. A huge thank you to the better half of my writing brain, Goodiecornbread, for navigating the mother of all timey-wimey plots with me and still wanting to be friends on the other side. This fic wouldn’t have made it out of my brain and into nine disorganized Google docs without you. You always handle my David-level spirals with grace.

Rain [david/patrick, M, 100] by @sspaz1000

David's making breakfast, when it starts to rain. Patrick is out for a run. What happens when David sees Patrick?

Stats:

No fanworks for 2017 or 2024 2018: 1 fic/2,014 words 2019: 2 fics/1,478 words 2020: 4 fics/33,102 words 2021: 12 fics/118,984 words 2022: 1 fic/1,733 words 2023: 2 fics/24,499 words Total: 22 fics/181,810 words

[pandorasword]

Chaeri as the 8th and youngest member of BTS.

CHAERI'S MASTERLIST

❒ OPTIONAL PREVIOUS READING: SILVER LIPS PT.1 | SILVER LIPS PT.2 It can actually stand alone

❒ genre: Angst

❒ words: 7.5k

❒ summary: In which a kiss leads Chaeri to a forced hiatus and, when she returns to Korea for New Year's Eve, Jungkook decides to visit her

❒ warnings: swearing; heated argument;

❒ pairing: Jungkook x 8thmember!OC

❒ notes: I've had this drabble in my drafts for quite some time but could never find the courage to finish it. I'd really like to know what you think about it, I've put a lot of effort into it 🤧

2 a.m. decisions

December 31, 2021

Jungkook found himself in a hazy state, caught between the realms of sleep and wakefulness, as he lay back on the ferry that would take him from Seoul to Jeju Island. The gentle rocking of the boat, coupled with the rhythmic hum of the engine, created a soothing lullaby that threatened to draw him deeper into his dreams.

As his eyes fluttered shut, memories intertwined with his subconscious to form vivid images of a recent meeting. It had been almost a month ago that he and Chaeri had sat before their superiors, anxiety coursing through their veins. The atmosphere had been tense, and they knew that the consequences that lay ahead would shape their uncertain future.

In a dreamlike state, the scene unfolded before him. The conference room was cold and sterile, the polished table standing as a barrier between the artists and the authority figures. The managers' stern expressions reflected their disapproval, his head had turned towards Chaeri to catch the emotion behind her eyes.

Had he ever seen her really afraid before? Not that he could remember, and at that moment the resolute set of her jaw was no different. She shifted in her seat, glancing around the room with a cool detachment.

She looked nonchalantly at the people in front of them, as if they would not tell her again that the relationship she was desperately clinging to had to end once and for all.

The thump of a manager's hand on the desk made him flinch in both dream and reality; an overhead image of him and Chaeri locked in a kiss in a dressing room began to form before his eyes.

Anger and shame at the invasion of their privacy brought a warmth to his cheeks.

"Do you have any idea how much we had to pay to keep those photos from getting out?"

Chaeri's delicate hand, adorned with a ring on each finger, swept across his view, taking the photo and studying it. The corners of her lips turned up, "Too bad, we look great in this one" she said in a mocking voice.

Jungkook wanted to tell her not to try these people's patience, but he knew that Chaeri wouldn't listen to anyone.

"This is embarrassing," the manager remarked, eyes bulging and face flushed. He quickly snatched the photo away from Chaeri, knowing that something so dangerous in her possession could become even more so.

"It's a shame there were cameras in our dressing room instead" she stood up and tapped the wood of the luxurious desk with both palms, "Should we perhaps take legal action against those who are supposed to be in charge of our privacy? How much money would that cost?"

Jungkook's heart raced as Chaeri's defiant words hung in the air. He knew that her fiery spirit couldn't be tamed, but he also understood the consequences of further challenging their managers. He felt a mixture of admiration and apprehension.

There was an uneasy silence in the room. The managers exchanged glances, their expressions a mixture of frustration and resignation. It was clear that the situation had got out of hand.

The man who had confiscated the incriminating picture let out a sigh and tried to hide his anger. He leaned back in his chair, his features softening as he met Jungkook's gaze. "We've invested a lot in this group," he said, knowing that he had to put pressure on Jungkook, that he was the weak link between the two in this case, "Our main concern is to preserve the team's reputation and stability."

Then he leaned forward, his voice filled with a mixture of toughness and false concern. "Jungkook, we have come to a delicate conclusion" he began, his eyes searching for any sign of understanding from the young idol. "In order to prevent further negative impact on the group's image and possible scandals, we believe it would be best for you to complete your military service earlier than originally planned."

"No!" the words roll out of his tongue, his eyes wide.

He did not know if his mind was distorting the memory of that day in his sleep, but he seemed to see a satisfied smile on the Executive's face. His eyes slid from him to her, who had returned to her seat, her hands clenched in what appeared to be a painful grip. She held back from speaking, knowing it would only make the situation worse.

"We've talked about enlisting and it's still a long way off for me" Jungkook added, trying to appear more composed.

Joining the army meant putting his life on hold, leaving his family, friends, activities, music and fans behind.

He didn't want to do that. He wasn't ready.

He still had so much to do.

Just as the dream reached its crescendo, Jungkook was jolted awake. 

A child running away from his mother's arms had stumbled over his feet and landed on his legs.

In the eyes of others, the mask and hat made him an ordinary citizen on the ferry to join his family for New Year's Eve.

He rubbed his eyes with one hand and tried to push the remnants of that restless sleep out of his mind.

After all, he had not had to do his military service. Not yet.

He felt guilty about it, as if the blame he placed on himself was not enough.

He pinched his nose from above his mask, a little self-inflicted punishment for causing the sequence of events that had brought him, that had brought them both, to this point.

He used to do it every time the images of him and Chaeri outside the office played in his head; when he had pulled his arm away from her touch because he was too angry, too committed to how unfair the choice they had forced him to make was, to the way they controlled his life.

The following day, the staff told him and the other males in BTS that a statement would be posted on Big Hit's official account that afternoon.

Jungkook had been nauseous, ready to read about his departure into the gloomy world as a cadet. But... it did not turn out the way he thought it would.

Hello. 

This is Big Hit Music.

We would like to take this opportunity to address an important matter regarding one of our talented artists, Chaeri, from BTS. As you know, we at Big Hit Entertainment prioritize open communication with our fans, and we believe it is crucial to keep you informed about the happenings within our agency and the group.

After careful consideration and discussions with Chaeri, we have come to a mutual decision regarding her future endeavors. Chaeri has expressed a deep passion for choreography and an eagerness to further explore her skills in this field. In pursuit of her dreams, Chaeri will be taking a temporary hiatus from the group to pursue a degree in choreography in the United States.

While we understand that this news may come as a surprise and possibly evoke mixed emotions, we want to emphasize that Chaeri's temporary departure is not a permanent separation. It is a strategic decision made to provide her with the opportunity to grow and develop her artistic abilities, ultimately benefiting her and the group in the long run.

During her time abroad, Chaeri will have the chance to immerse herself in a new environment and gain valuable experiences in the field of choreography. We have every confidence that she will seize this opportunity and return to us with an enhanced skill set, bringing a fresh perspective to her artistry and the group's performances.

We also want to assure our fans that BTS will continue its activities and promotions as a unified and dedicated team. The remaining members will work diligently to deliver the music and performances that you have come to love and expect from us. We kindly ask for your continued support and encouragement during this transitional period.

Chaeri's absence may be felt, but we believe that it is a necessary step in her personal and artistic growth. We hope that you will join us in sending her your warmest wishes as she embarks on this new chapter of her journey. We firmly believe that her passion, dedication, and undeniable talent will shine through as she pursues her dreams.

Please keep an eye out for future updates as we share Chaeri's progress and any developments regarding her return. 

As always, we are deeply grateful for your unwavering support and love for BTS. Together, we will continue to make unforgettable memories and write a remarkable story.

Thank you for your support and  understanding during this time.

Sincerely,

Big Hit Entertainment

And December 1 was the day he had to say goodbye to her.

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Chaeri's feet pressed against the aged cobblestone pathway leading to her father's humble abode, and the memories of adolescence came flooding back. She felt 13 years old again, as if she'd never grown up at all.

The red tiled roof had seen better days, its vibrant hue now faded with age, but it still stood strong against the elements that battered against it for years. White washed walls with deep blue tiles adorned one side of the house, and this image was burnt into Chaeri's mind like a snapshot from an old photo album. The memory of the afternoon she spent with her grandmother, painting with her tile by tile, belonged to almost ten years.

She had been pushing for years to upgrade her father to a nicer place; something more modern and comfortable. But no matter how hard she pleaded or cajoled, his answer always remained the same: 'No'.

An invigorating salty smell filled Chaeri's nostrils, while the sound of waves crashing against the shore resonated in the air and spread throughout the way to her father's home. Chaeri smiled fondly; she was happy that her father never agreed with her after all.

The house may have been small, but in the short time that she had lived there, she had always found it to be full of love and warmth, and most of her fondest memories had dwelt there.

Her eyes glazed over as she waited for her dad to come and open the door, knocking with slightly shaking hands.

She told herself that the tears that threatened her eyes came from the strong wind that was blowing through her hair, bringing fistfuls of sand from the beach a few yards away that irritated her iris, and it was not because going back there, in the situation she was in, made her feel helpless, just as how she felt when she was a teenager.

She was an adult now, but what had been the difference?

Her life still seemed to be scripted by others.

After a time that seemed endless, but was really only a handful of seconds, her father's face peered through the door.

He had salt and pepper hair, sweet lines around his eyes and a smile that warmed her heart. 

"Chaeri, my beautiful daughter. I am so happy to see you. My little cherry."

Chaeri melted into the warmth of her father's embrace. She could feel his calloused hands squeezing her, the scent of fried fish wafting from his woollen shirt and the tingle of his unkempt beard on her cheek.

She was at home.

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Chaeri was finally out of the expensive clothes she'd been wearing all day and had her photo taken at Incheon airport for her return to Korea.

She had been anxious on the flight back, it was her first time back since BigHit announced her temporary (forced) hiatus, and she was concerned of how her fans would react to, but she was met with an outpour of love and support that melted away all of her worries.

In order to spend the day at home, she had opted to wear something much more comfortable and warm. 

Her father had lit a fire in the hearth and although the rooms were now cosy, the chill from the nearby ocean still managed to penetrate through the sealed windows, especially when the wind blew hard outside. 

As Chaeri sank into the plush cushions of the couch, her father bustled into the room with a steaming mug of hot cocoa. The smell of chocolate and warmth filled her nose, and she gratefully wrapped her hands around it, feeling the heat seeping through her fingers and radiating up to her cheeks. She took a sip and closed her eyes, letting out a contented sigh that resonated deep within her chest.

Her father sat down on the armrest of the couch where she was relaxing "How was your flight, my cherry?"

"It was good, appa" she raised her gaze to meet his, a small smile brightened her face "The fans were so supportive, it made me feel grateful for them" She took another sip of the boiling liquid, a hint of chocolate staining her lip, and just like when she was a child, he wiped her face with his thumb and laughed a gentle, fatherly laugh "I'm just happy to be back home with you"

"I'm glad you're back, my daughter. You know I love having you here with me. Your grandmother and I have missed you a lot" 

"By the way!" she said, rising abruptly from the couch. She took one of her father's hands and put the steaming mug between his fingers: "I've brought you a souvenir. When is Granny coming home?" 

Without waiting for an answer, Chaeri ran to her teenage bedroom, rummaged through her suitcase until she found a crumpled package "Magnet!" With child-like excitement, she unwrapped a little city skyline printed over a bright red background and showed it to her father before perching on the kitchen counter to add it to the long collection on their fridge door, Chaeri smiled to herself – collecting fridge magnets was a family tradition.

"Granny will be home soon, you know how she is. She never misses a drink with her friends" The man put the mug on the table, then walked over and looked at the beautiful representation Chaeri had bought "So, how was New York? Is life there what you expected? Have you met people? You're studying hard. Aren't you?"

She stared out the window for a few seconds, mesmerized by the fury of the sea. The waves crashed against the shore with a furious roar and salty foam flew from their peaks as they crested. Seagulls bobbed on the turbulent surface, trying to swoop low enough to snag fish but being forced back up into the air each time an especially large wave rolled in.

Her heart sank with dread.

Was she supposed to tell him the truth?

She knew her father was a kind and sensitive man; would he be able to handle learning that his loved daughter was unhappy? That his daughter had offered to take a break from her career in order to keep Jungkook from having to go off to the military?

No, she wasn't going to tell him anything

"New York was great, dad. I can't wait to go back there to continue my studies." 

Her father's mouth turned up at the corner, pleased with her response. He patted her head fondly. "That's good to hear, my cherry. I always knew you were destined for great things." He leaned in closer, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "And what does Jungkook think? Your boyfriend is not going to miss you being so many miles away from him?"

Chaeri's cheeks burned as she realized he thought Jungkok was still her boyfriend.

She felt awful for not mentioning even that part of her life, thinking it would make him and her grandmother terribly unhappy. Jungkook had been a family member in their eyes, although no one else of her family knew.

Damn it, she had to stop lying.

"Dad, Jungkook and I.."

"My beautiful Chaeri, you are home!! Come and give your granny a hug"

As she spoke, Kang Myeong-ja - her grandmother - burst into the room, unannounced as always. The familiar scent of lavender and musk mingled with cigarette smoke hit her nose. Grandma's hair, dyed a deep coal black, contrasted with the few strands of white that started to sprout at the roots. She wore a smart expression on her face, complimented by a pearl necklace that hung around her neck. The sight of her grandmother made the truth that was about to spill from her tongue vanish in an instant and be replaced with an overwhelming urge to embrace the elder.

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Chaeri’s stomach grumbled as the fragrant aroma of her father’s cooking wafted through the air. He had spent all the morning fishing in the nearby ocean and was now busy chopping, simmering, and sautéing a variety of seafood, vegetables, and herbs. She smiled as she heard his hearty laughter mingling with her grandmother's sweet southern drawl coming from the kitchen. Setting the table, Chaeri felt excited for a delicious family dinner.

Her father carefully placed the lengthy plate onto the table with a triumphant grin that could only mean one thing - it was time for her to take a picture for Jin. Since the first time the two met, they created a bond that was so strong and paternal, almost as if Jin were his son. 

With sincere pride glinting in his eyes, her dad beamed upon her and said: “Here, take a good picture for my beloved Jin – this will make him proud.”

A delicious fried fish recipe was photographed by Chaeri and posted on the group chat she shared with her members

She spent a few moments re-reading the messages the boys had sent the day before, when she had warned them that she would only be back in Korea for a few days and would not be able to visit them. 

"Text him, text your boyfriend!" Grandma giggled and sat in her rocking chair, a lit cigar perched between two fingers. "Tell him he's a punk. Holidays are supposed to be spent with your loved ones" she shook her head in slight disappointment, her eyes never losing that hint of teasing she used to play with her "That excuse of being too busy doesn't hold up. Tsk" Smoke drifted out of her mouth in rivulets, curling around each other before disappearing into the air, leaving no trace of their passage. 

Chaeri's eyes turned to her grandmother's face. They reflected the sparks from the crackling wood in the fireplace and the festive lights the homeowners had carefully placed in every corner of the house.

Chaeri put her mobile phone back in her pocket and bit her lip "Grandma, please stop" She rolled her eyes with fake annoyance "Jungkook is always busy, even busier than me. Don't blame him" Don't blame him if BigHit is forbidding us to be a couple, she wanted to tell her.

"I'll give him a good scolding the next time I see him!"

"I'll have him come prepared to hear you scream" 

Her father chuckled at their banter, a wide smile on his face while bringing to the table yet another plate of something that smells awfully delicious "It's good to have you home. We should do this more often, have family dinners together"

"It is not a family dinner if my granddaughter’s beloved fiancé is not with us!" 

"Grandma!!! I don't even understand why you're taking it so personally, when you were young you didn't even use to celebrate 31 December"

"Are you calling me old, you little brat?"

"I would never do that"

"Come on, Mom, he'll definitely be here for New Year's Eve in February. Isn't that right, Chaeri?"

"Sure" she replied unconvincingly, purposely keeping her eyes down on the table as she committed her own hands to arranging plates and glasses to the places where they would be seated in a minute.

"I'll buy it when I see it" her grandmother huffed out another mouthful of cigar.

The ringing of the front door bell prevented both Chaeri and her dad from answering the perky old lady.

"I'll get it" the girl made her way to the front door, but was stopped by Myeong-ja. 

"Let me take care of it. It will definitely be Jae-suk."

"Your neighbor?"

"Yes, she lost at Gò-Stop this morning and promised me a plate of her delicious hotteok. She better not see you, her granddaughter adores you."

"Oh, okay." 

She walked just far enough away to help her father again with the serving and setting the food on the table when, a few feet away, she heard an excited shout "Jungkook-ah! Look how handsome you've gotten, my little one!" and then a thud that sounded a lot like a slap against a shoulder " You are the same old slouch, Is it right to show up right at dinnertime?"

"Excuse me granny"

Chaeri almost dropped the glass in her hand as she turned to witness that indeed, to her horror and delight, Jungkook was actually in the doorway.

"I hope I'm not interrupting anything" he said, as he made his way into the room. "I just wanted to-"

Chaeri skipped over to Jungkook, her arms outstretched. She hugged his muscled arm tightly and pressed a soft kiss against his cheek, mouthing the words "Please play along" into his ear.

With an overly exaggerated smile that didn't quite reach her eyes, Chaeri said brightly, “You just wanted to surprise me? That's so sweet, I was hurt when you told me yesterday that you couldn't be here because of work commitments.”

Jungkook's mouth dropped open in surprise before realization dawned on him. He laughed nervously and nodded. "That's right," he said. "A surprise."

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Jeju was experiencing an unusually harsh winter that year, with bitterly cold winds that challenged the effectiveness of heaters and fireplaces, struggling to keep the moisture from seeping through the wooden cracks in the windows.

Despite the icy weather, Chaeri found herself feeling surprisingly hot, almost on the brink of sweating. As they all gathered around the table, seated on cushions embroidered by her grandmother, the traditional tatami table exuded a gentle warmth, which was comforting. Under the tablecloth, her leg was pressed against Jungkook's, adding to her flustered feelings.

Surprisingly, dinner was proceeding smoothly, contrary to her initial fear of a catastrophic turn of events. Chaeri had worried that Jungkook might confess to her family about their break-up, about how living in New York was not her choice, that BigHit was holding her to a contract where she had as much to gain as to lose; topics that wouldn't be ideal for a holiday dinner conversation. However, Jungkook had skillfully caught on and played along with the facade.

In those four walls that night, he was still her boyfriend. He interacted warmly with 

her family, laughing with her father, pouring alcohol for her grandmother, and serving her generously. Despite the true situation they were in, Chaeri found herself yearning for a moment when she could forget everything and lean her head on Jungkook's shoulder between plates, holding his hand, and feeling the sweetness of his kisses on her knuckles…

Jungkook appeared to sense Chaeri's unspoken desires, or perhaps he shared similar feelings, as he gently wrapped his arm around her shoulders, offering her a comforting embrace. She gratefully leaned into his supportive presence, finding solace in his touch.

As the dinner came to an end, the guy spoke up, expressing his appreciation, "Everything was delicious, sir. Thank you for the dinner."

Her father smiled warmly, responding, "Thank you for coming, Jungkook-ah."

With the atmosphere filled with warmth and love, the older man refilled all four glasses, as the clock struck just a few minutes to midnight.

Dad and Grandma exchanged a knowing glance as they held up their glasses containing fizzy, alcoholic drinks. "Now that we're in our golden years..." he began, only to be interrupted by Grandma's scoff. "Speak for yourself!" she exclaimed, sparking laughter throughout the room. Dad chuckled before restarting his speech. "Alright, let me restart: Since you are younger than us..can I go on?" He asked his mother, who nodded in approval with a grin. "Let this midnight toast be for you. May life bring you joy and lead you to wherever your hearts desire, always side-by-side."

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"Are you sure you don't want to come, even if it's later? It is going to be a long celebration in town" Grandma shouted over the sound of fireworks as her son helped her put on a warm coat.

"No, Granny," Chaeri and Jungkook replied in unison, still seated at the table while the rest of their family was getting ready to attend the beach festivities."Someone might recognize us and cause a big fuss, so you both go have fun instead! Make lots of videos!" she smiled. 

"I can try to make a few without my finger blocking the camera," her father joked as he bundled up in a coat, scarf, and gloves to ward off the cold temperatures. "I can't promise anything though!"

"We'll appreciate the effort."

The man paused in the doorway, turning to them. "Chaeri, you remember how to handle the generator issue, right?"

The girl nodded, recalling the seemingly endless power outages during her stay at the house and how often her father had been forced to reset the electric generator in the backyard.

They all had strong emotional ties to that home, but objectively it needed a thorough renovation.

Chaeri gave his father a thumbs up and said confidently, "No problem. But why do we have to be so unlucky as to lose power just tonight?" 

"One never knows" he replied, and shut the door behind him.

Maybe he just had a feeling that it was about to happen, or maybe it happened so often that it was a coincidence; but within a few minutes of her father saying that, the house suddenly plunged into darkness, leaving the two of them uncertain if they should brave the cold and restore the electricity or take advantage of this unexpected darkness.

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The darkness wrapped them like a blanket, the way children build forts out of pillows and comforters to hide from adult eyes.

The darkness gave them that kind of comfort, the lines of their faces barely visible, their lips emitting little puffs of cold from the sudden selloff of the house's heating, their legs touching under the table-the only real clue that they were really side by side.

The moon was obscured by clouds that evening, failing to provide any kind of illumination inside the houses whose rooflights were off. It seemed as if it had never risen, the moon, also too busy in celebration to really care to do its duty.

From the window, at irregular intervals, fireworks rose into the sky, bursting into tiny colored teardrops in order to fall back to the ground.

From his seat, Jungkook, whenever this happened, had the impression that Chaeri was being crowned with the most beautiful of jewels. 

The few seconds of dim glow from the plaza festivities and the fireworks allowed the two to be able to look at each other.

They were an inch away from each other, yet the distance weighed between them as if they were still on two different continents.

Her half-moon of dark lashes had trapped small tears at the tips, which threatened to trickle down her cheeks at any moment.

His slightly flushed nose, a synonym they were sharing the same feeling.

Gently, two of Chaeri's fingertips went to meet the small scar on Jungkook's cheek, running over it more than once. That simple gesture was able to give them both warmth in a room that had grown icy in a matter of minutes.

She didn't need to be able to see to trace every line of his face.

She knew by heart every mole, every scar, every hard line that had formed since he had become a man. She knew where his lips began and ended, where the dimples appeared of which, as a young man, he had been so ashamed to show.

Jungkook abandoned himself against her fingers, leading her to open her palm to take in his face, needy of her touch. He had always been. Even before he knew he was totally, hopelessly in love with her, he had always longed to be caressed by Chaeri.

The game of colors arising in the house from the crackling of rockets in the sky brought back to his mind an evening of many years before when, under the twinkling lights of one of Seoul's largest night markets, Jungkook had thought Chaeri was breathtakingly beautiful. And over the years, she had only blossomed even more.

He bent his face just enough to allow his lips to tangle with her fingers, and leave a small kiss on each of them, from thumb to pinky.

Chaeri's lips parted to make the slightest sound, pleased by the guy's attentions "I've missed you" she bit her lip soon after, words like that had the taste of forbidden since they had been forced to break up years earlier because of the contract they had with their company. A huge price for a huge success, her manager often told her.

But such seemingly poisoned words, how could they taste like honey? How could any declaration of love, in any form, be so destructive?

"I'm sorry," Jungkook whispered, his mouth still moving against her skin "It's my fault" he found the strength to break the contact they had made and Chaeri's hand fell back onto her lap.

"It's not your fault" she grabbed with her fingers the pillow Jungkook was sitting on, stitched with patterns of silver waves and little sailboats. She pulled him more toward her, to further erase the space between them.

She could then feel his breath on her skin.

"They forced you away because of me."

"I chose to do that."

"Because of me. I should have... I should have just done what they wanted and not complained" His eyes sparkled because of the veil of tears that had formed in front of his irises, another firework illuminated his face enough for Chaeri to see his struggling expression.

She forced herself to make a smile and, when she realized that the room had descended into darkness again, she reached for Jungkook's hand and brought it to her lips, allowing him to feel the upward curve of it "For me it's New York, I am studying what I like. That's the way it should be. Your alternative was..." a shiver ran down her spine as she spoke "...enlisting." 

Just the thought of him leaving so prematurely made her stomach turn, the taste of all the fried fish her father had cooked rising in her throat in an acid grip.

"You speak English less than I do" Jungkook began cautiously, pressing his thumb on the girl's lower lip "You hate to study" his other fingers went to close around her chin "You wanted to stay with us" He exhaled abruptly through his nose, to hold back the anger that was mounting inside him "How could it be better this way? It wasn't what you wanted." 

"It's okay" she told him, her voice soft but firm. She wanted the anger inside him to fade, wanted him to be fine. 

She moved just close enough to press her lips to his, their legs colliding in that now uncomfortable position made her decide to sit on him. She slipped her legs from the calves down under the edge of the tablecloth. She had not sat so that her body was facing him totally, but it was enough for her to turn just enough for their noses to collide.

Jungkook's arms did not hesitate in clinging to her hips, grabbing onto the soft cotton of the sweater Chaeri was wearing with his fingertips, savoring the feel of her lips on his. Her lips were always so smooth, he thought. He had never kissed lips as soft.

His head spun as they both parted their lips to taste each other, caressing tongues. He felt like a teenager again at the first kiss, his cheeks burning and his heart going so hard he could hear the powerful pounding in his ears, muffling any other noise.

When their mouths snapped at the separation, Chaeri stuck her head between Jungkook's neck and shoulder. His scent invaded all her senses. Would there ever be anyone whose smell she would love as much as his? She doubted it.

Jungkook's hands shifted from her waist to the back of her sweater, caressing the fabric tenderly. He couldn’t get enough of her—the way her body moved with his, the heat radiating from her lips. He wanted to never let go.

"Please...Not yet" he murmured, then nuzzled against her face until their mouths were an inch apart again. "Don't stop."

Chaeri trailed her fingertips down his spine, using the collar of his hoodie as a direct access to his skin. The tips left trails of red in their wake and Jungkook arched his back, letting out a quivering breath. 

She clutched him tighter as she captured his parted lips once more. 

She did not want to stop kissing him either.

Jungkook lowered himself so that Chaeri was now lying on the wooden floor and then cupped the back of her head with his hand to cushion it from the hard surface; careful not to place all of his weight on top of her, he propped himself up with one elbow beyond her face and knees beside her body.

Chaeri explored his mouth; Jungkook's sweet warmth was like hot honey; kissing him felt like a homecoming to a place she thought she'd lost long ago. 

She bent one leg around his hip and pressed down hard enough to make him collapse onto her, melding their bodies together.

Jungkook started giving her frenetic kisses; first at the corner of her lips, then traveling downwards to kiss her exposed throat, making Chaeri's body shudder with delight. He kissed each eyelid in turn and then undid the zipper that kept her warmth in, revealing the smooth expanse of her collarbone and raining more kisses on it repeatedly. His hands began exploring further down, massaging away all tension between them as they moved lower and lower until they finally reached hers hips again where he gripped tightly. He placed his hands behind her back, fingers pressing into her skin and leaving a trail of warmth then settled his head onto her chest.

Chaeri could feel his heart hammering against his chest as it synchronized with hers; breaths coming out in shallow gasps as both tried to calm themselves down “Let’s just stay like this forever” murmured, holding him tight in her arms and kissing the top of his head.

Jungkook did not respond to her words, too overwhelmed with everything that he was feeling; the warmth of her embrace, the faint scent of peaches clinging to her skin, and the tenderness of her touch. All he wanted was to remain in this moment, forgetting the world outside of her cuddle, forgetting why he had gone there in the first place, and that it could not be postponed any further.

"We can't go on like this" Jungkook's words were barely above a whisper, muffled by the way his mouth was pressed against her belly, but despite this, they cut like a knife through the tranquility of their hug. "We can't keep doing this. We can't keep sneaking around and pretending like everything is okay when it's not" He had to strain to make out her features in the deep darkness, barely lifting his head to look into her eyes 

"No, we can't" He was right. How many more times would they have to break up because they were caught, only to fall into temptation every time they were alone and feel guilty about the group's future? They could not go on like this. Things had to change

"When I come back we should find a new company."

"Eunwoo will introduce me to a girl"

They talked over each other, overlapping but, despite it, Chaeri had no doubts about what she had heard from him.

Her eyes slowly widened as the realization of Jungkook's words hit her.

She pushed against his chest to make him end up on the ground and she sat down, suddenly the parquet floor felt even colder than before. Her mouth opened several times, but no sound threatened to come out. What was she supposed to say?

A tear escaped Jungkook's eyes and he did not even bother to wipe it away, he positioned himself on his knees, leaning back toward her who instead slid away at least another 30 centimeters "Every time we are together.." His voice trembled, becoming more and more erratic as he watched Chaeri move away from him "We hurt ourselves, or we put our group in trouble" He reached out a hand toward her but stopped it in midair "Every time we're together, it ends up worse for you, and I can't-I can't keep doing this"

Chaeri's eyes filled with tears; A mixture of disbelief, sadness and anger was getting the best of her "Don't use fucking excuses! If you feel like fucking others, don't pretend it's for my sake!" she stood up, and with her so did him.

For a few moments they just stared at each other in silence; Chaeri could feel all her emotions bubbling up inside her ready to explode.

"You know it's not like that" The knot formed in his throat hurt more and more, making choked words come out of his mouth "That's not what I want"

"Then why do you come here talking shit about wanting to meet others! Are you fucking drunk? Did you hit your head?"

Chaeri tried hard to control herself from slapping him back to his senses due to the nonsense he was saying. She understood him more than anyone else, and was sure that the decision he was making was solely influenced by the guilt he felt towards her. 

"Listen," she said while nervously running her hand through her hair "This situation is incredibly negative and too much to handle. I know. But we have to face it without overreacting and being impulsive. You always tell me that, right?" She stepped closer to him and added, "Until last month, you were the person advising me. You were the one telling me this stuff. You were the one telling me to be hopeful about our future. You can't come out like that now. I don't accept that."

Jungkook bit his lip so hard he could feel the metallic taste of blood spilling over his tongue, mixed with the salt of the tears he could not contain. He must have seemed pathetic to her, he thought. As pathetic as when she had met him and didn't have the courage to even speak to her.

"We can't go on like this."

"Stop saying that!!" Her miserable self-control had lasted less than a few minutes.

She was sure that if anyone were outside the front door, they would have clearly heard what was going on between the two, as loud as her tone of voice was getting. But she didn't care 

"Your problem is that you're a fucking coward!"

He shook his head and closed his eyes, shutting out the world around him. He wasn't a coward, and he knew it.

"I have always fought! I've always turned against the company to try to save our relationship. You wonder why it's always worse for me!? That's the reason, because I always put my neck on the line while you sit back and cry!" her words now tumbling uncontrollably from her lips. It was as if the usual filters between brain and mouth had failed, overwhelmed by the torrent of emotion.

The world before her eyes had transformed into a kaleidoscope of red, anger blurring her perception of reality, overshadowing all reason.

"Are you even listening to me?!"

It was then Jungkook's rage boiled over. A primal urge, unrelated to his actual feelings or thoughts, surged within him. It was an instinctive defense mechanism triggered at the wrong time and aimed towards the wrong person - a countermeasure against her barrage of insults. 

"What did you expect me to do! That I would threaten everyone's hard work for a girl?"

Chaeri's breath caught in her throat when she heard the words. They sounded like they were coming from far away, and she couldn't quite make them out. She wanted to believe that she had misheard, but deep down, she knew that wasn't the case. Slowly, painfully, the meaning of the words sunk in. Her heart felt like it was breaking into a million pieces as she stood there, unable to process what she had just heard.

Jungkook's anger dissipated like a gust of wind, replaced with an icy fear that crawled up his spine. It was only at that moment that the weight of what he said hit him.

When yet another bright and colorful ray of light illuminated the room, allowing him to see clearly that Chaeri's face lost all trace of anger, replaced by a disappointment and emptiness she had never looked at him with. Only then.

With a trembling hand he reached out for her, but all he could feel was the coldness of the air around him and the emptiness in his heart. She took a step back

"No"

"I didn't mean it.." He tried to take back the pain he'd inflicted, he attempted to undo what he had done "I'm so sorry"

"You know what," she looked away from him to turn her gaze once more beyond the window, focusing on the noises, the colors, and the jagged beach just beyond to maintain her voice flat and emotionless despite the war waging in her mind "Fine. Do whatever you want. I don't care" 

Her hands found their way into the pockets of her pants and she turned towards him, bumping into his shoulder before finally reaching for the doorknob and flinging it open wide. 

A gust of cold air crept inside the house, the trinkets of shells that her grandmother cherished so much clinking together in a gentle symphony that filled the room with a surreal beauty and softness that seemed cruel at that moment. 

The sound of her father’s clock on the wall rang loudly as it struck two in the morning, adding to the general cacophony of noise.

She turned her gaze back to him "But don't come back to me, because I'll break your fucking heart."

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Apparently, Jeon Jungkook could have whatever he wanted at any time, and even if it happened to be the middle of New Year's Eve, it was achievable. Though it meant taking his staff away from their own festivities with their loved ones. He was too drained to feel bad about that now, though; but thank goodness nobody asked him anything.

He wasn't capable of answering anything at that moment.

His mouth felt foul now, like all the delicious treats he had consumed earlier that night had turned sour in his stomach. His eyes were bloodshot, two violet circles under each one, and everyone would have thought he hadn't slept in days. Maybe they'd assume he had partied so hard that he reduced himself to this state - but he thought he could detect a subtle look of worry in some of their glances.

He booked for a private ferry to take him back home to Seoul.

Late at night, on a public holiday, Jungkook had still been able to buy everything he wanted with his own money. 

The money allowed him to have whatever he wanted, but it was of no use in getting the one thing he really wanted.

The seat next to his creaked under the weight of his young manager. The faint voice of the protagonist of the TV show he was watching on his cell phone reached the ears of the guy to whom he decided to turn his attention, to quiet his restless thoughts.

It didn't take him long to reconnect that face to one of the most watched series by him and the rest of the members in their old dorm; How I met your mother had kept them company during long gym sessions, lazy breakfasts, and dinnertime binges.

"Nothing good happens after 2 am," spoke Ted, the main character. Jungkook was jolted by a shiver, noticing how much the figure locked in the cell phone seemed to be looking him straight in the eye. "When it's after 2 am, just go to sleep, because the decisions you make after 2 am are the wrong decisions."

His throat tightened and a wave of nausea rose within as he considered those words. 

What the hell did he do?

taglist: @alixnsuperstxr | @bts-dream | @enchantingbrowneyedgirl | @ycuvi | @cosmicwintr

[theoppositequeens]

SIX OF CROWS MASTERLIST

GENERAL/MULTIPLE SHIPS

never give up you - A small winter heist fic. Kanej, Wesper. Written for Vio in the Bastards of the Barrel Winter Fic Exchange 2022. Rated T.

HELNIK (Matthias Helvar/Nina Zenik)

birds of passage you and me - In which Nina and Matthias warm each other up a bit more thoroughly as they travel together after the shipwreck, with (un)expected consequences, which challenges their world-views and moulds their relationship through the events of the books. Pregnancy, childfic. Rated M.

somebody to die for - My attempt at a short character study of Matthias. Bastards of the Barrel (BotB) Winter Exchange 2024 - a gift for Bee. Rated T.

war is over (if you want it) - Modern University AU, Enemies to lovers. Written for the BotB Winter Exchange 2023 for Kay. Rated T.

I will never be forgotten (with you by my side) -  Ghost!Matthias visits Nina. Sad and bittersweet. Written for the BotB Halloween Spooky Time Prompt Swap. Prompt by thegoldenkneazle: "You're supposed to be dead." Rated T.

like a work of art (we’ll tell our stories on these walls) - Drabble for the BotB Valentine's Prompt Swap, prompt by Amy: Soft domestic fluff either the morning after they move in together or the morning after a proposal. Rated G.

all the small details - University/library AU where person A slowly picks up on Person B's habits (and questionable sleep schedule). For the BotB Valentine's Prompt Swap, prompt by Cat. And there’s art for it here by the supertalented @im-doing-hot-girl-shit <3 Rated T.   

you move me like the moon that pulls the tide - Modern AU, Grisha exist. Nina, a Heartrender, flees Russia’s ever tightening restrictions for exchange studies in Finland, where she meets Matthias, a student whose father happens to work for the Finnish Security Services. As Christmas draws closer, so do they. Written for the BotB Winter Festival Fic Exchange 2021 for Tepesh. Rated M.

here she comes with a master plan - A smutty oneshot of Nina and Matthias undercover. Rated M.

with you between my arms - A fluffy midsummer piece, HEA for Helnik.

we could wear the same crown-universe

wanna be king in your story - Part 1 of the Helnik Royalty AU, arranged marriage. Prince Matthias meets Princess Nina for the first time, and is pleasantly surprised.

want your heart to be for me - Part 2 of the Helnik Royalty AU. Date-night: Matthias tries to woo Nina. Rated T.

it’s a love story (baby just say yes) - Part 3 of the Helnik Royalty AU, where Nina and Matthias sit for a portrait and entertain each other. Rated T.

there’s glitter on the floor (after the party) - Part 4 of the Helnik Royalty AU. Nina and Matthias over the holidays. Shameless fluff and family bonding. Written for the Bastards of the Barrel Winter Exchange 2023 for Kay. Rated T.

KANEJ (Kaz Brekker/Inej Ghafa)

you've always loved the strange birds - Disgruntled Kaz vs an angry ball of black fluff. Written for the BotB Spring Prompt Swap, prompt by N: Accidental Baby (Bird) Acquisition. Rated T.

we wear red (so they don’t see us bleed) - They stroll into the concert house in Belendt like they own it. Him, in a perfectly fitting dark tuxedo, looking young and handsome and clever, white gloves covering his hands. Her, in a stunning form-fitting red dress, the hem sweeping by her black heels as she balances on them perfectly, her posture to die for. Heist fic. Rated M.

i’ve been thinking ‘bout it - Kaz helps Inej get off for the first time. The gloves are on. That does not stop him. That’s it. That’s the fic. Rated M.

what would I be (utan dina andetag) - Three times that Inej bleeds (+ one when she doesn't). Rated M.

they say home is where your heart is set in stone - Outsider POV. Three of the Dregs witness unexpected moments of love and domesticity. Rated T.

comfort will rest on my shoulder - A shameless family fluff piece. BotB Spring Prompt Swap, prompt by Laurie: Tourists in town for tulip festival. Rated T.

and if the wind you need to fly will blow you home (where you belong) - A short piracy AU. Rated M.

a life left on the shore - The last thing Inej sees before she hits the water is Kaz's stricken face, his leather clad hands reaching out to catch her but only swiping fruitlessly by her sleeve, a ghost of a touch. Drabble with ambiguous ending. Rated M.

let’s give love another life - Soulmate AU. Rated T.

once upon a time, I didn’t give a damn - A Kaz-centric drabble. Rated T.

[thedasweekend]

Prompts!

In order to avoid a mass-reblogging spree, and for future ease of access, this will be a growing masterpost of prompts. However, they will be queued and will slowly be added onto this blog over time.

Please feel free to send an ask to this blog with your own prompt list(s) if you would like to see them included!

DA-tober 2021

Kiss Challenge

Aug-Kissed Prompts

Veiltober

Swordtember 2024

Swordtember 2022

KissArtFebruary

Inktober Alternatives 2024 (masterpost) 2023 2022 2021 2020

Definitelynot-tober!

Blorbovember

Abisalli's Emotion Challenge

Halloween costume

OC Optics

OC Art Memes

Fankid Meme

Six Characters Challenge

Bondage Challenge

Kiss Template

DAI Hairstyles

Hawke Hairstyles

Hero of Ferelden Hairstyles

Inquisitor Art Meme!

Draw Your Mutuals' Rooks

Couple Meme

Draw Your OTP

Pose/Expression Meme

Dragon Age: The Veilguard Palette Challenge

Color Palette Challenge

Rare/Unusual Words

Heavy Content

DAVG Pantomime Prompts

Prompts - Emotions

Prompts - Reactions

Prompts - Associations

Meme/Prompt Masterpost - movies; romantic; dramatic; action; location; misc.; ooc

As Said By... (DAO) Alistair Therein Zevran Arainai

(DA2) Fenris Isabela Merrill Varric Tethras

(DAI) Blackwall Cassandra Pentaghast Dorian Pavus Iron Bull Josephine Montilyet Sera Solas Vivienne

(DAV) Davrin Emmrich Volkarin Lucanis Dellamorte

Dragon Age: The Veilguard Prompts pt.1

Dragon Age: The Veilguard Prompts pt.2

Inquisition Party Banter

Artifacts of Thedas

Artifacts of Thedas - Veilguard Edition

Rook Story Time Prompts

Rook Codex Writing Prompts

DAI OC Codex Prompts

Kiss & Tell

Alternate Universes

Hugs

"I have dreamed of you"

Drabble Prompts

Showing Comfort

Flowers and Prompts

Prompts for my Favorite Tropes

The Stranger (a collection of lyric prompts based on Billy Joel's 1977 album The Stranger)

Making Demands

Panic Attacks in Paradise

A Taste of Heavenly Light (Florence + The Machine lyric prompts)

Melt Into Me

Unreal Unearth (Hozier)

Cult Classics

The Dragon's Hoarde

Prompts for People Who Aren't Used to Kindness

Fluff Prompt List

50 Types of Kisses

20 Sleeping Prompts

Cuddle and Snuggle Prompts

What Are You Hiding From Me Prompts

Prompts for Patching Up Wounds

Circe - Madeline Miller Sentence Starters

Spirited Away Sentence Starters

Dragon Age Character Bingo

Chaos Gremlin Prompts

Tumblr Text Posts Pt.1

Tumblr Text Posts Pt.2

A Series of Unfortunate Events Prompts

Howl's Moving Castle Prompts

Hunger Games Inspired Prompts

[robindrake93]

Sweaty (100 words) by robindrake93 Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians & Related Fandoms - All Media Types Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Apollo/Percy Jackson Characters: Apollo (Percy Jackson), Percy Jackson Additional Tags: Drabble, POV Third Person, Anal Sex, Sweat, Sexual Content Series: Part 83 of 365 PJO Drabble Challenge 2021 Summary: Apollo and Percy get it on.

[greyeyedmonster-18]

(so i found this in my archives from 2021, and wanted to do it again. i am a sucker for year-end recaps. tagging everyone who loves these things as i do.)

2024 YEAR IN REVIEW

BY THE NUMBERS:

words published this year: 105,730 (on AO3, and I might guesstimate like....10,000 here on tumblr? no more than 120,000 words this year though)

# of fics published: two! and i made art for one

# of one shots: zero on AO3

# of completed multi chapters: two-- The Crimson Kiss and Clear Eyes, Full Hearts

# of WIP multichapters: zerooooo

# of drabbles on tumblr: three (best day for wolfstar candyhearts, we meet again my prongsfoot AU, and most recently jingle all the bidet). There might have been like...a few more but I don't recall

# of ideas waiting their turn: at the moment, none.

# of WIP one shots: zeroooo.

Longest work: Clear Eyes, Full Hearts (Can't Lose Either Way)- 60k+ words

Shortest work: I think? jingle all the bidet (1.5k)

Highest Kudos: clear eyes, my baby (455)

Highest Hits: clear eyes again (12,772)

Top 3 by kudos: clear eyes, the crimson kiss

Top 3 by Hits: clear eyes, the crimson kiss

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BEHIND THE NUMBERS:

Most challenging fic to write: The Crimson Kiss-- this big bangerang was on the struggle bus the entire way. I kicked and screamed the entire process. I think, admittedly (and also i think you can feel it when you read it), i bit off more than i could chew, and really did not do this plot justice.

Fic that came easiest to write: i loved writing clear eyes. i love writing football and stupid silly teenage boys. i think i had the brain child of "oh a Friday night lights au, wheres all the football au's" and wrote the 2nd chapter in the same day.

Most true-to-the-outline fic: i would love to know what an outline is. i didn't outline for clear eyes, so by default The Crimson Kiss and i think i largely outlined to spare my poor beta from guessing.

Most unlike-its-outline fic: all of them.

Favorite Reader freak-out: i

Most controversial scene: I don't think i wrote any this year??? but i will say that there were MANY questions regarding "WHAT HAPPENED TO SIRIUS AND REG IN NY" "HOW DID ORION LEAVE THEM THERE!"

Hottest ask box topic of the year: where is chefs kiss? what happened?

Most loved OC: not applicable, i do not know here

Most hated OC: see above

My favorite thing about writing Wolfstar: I am actually going to keep my answer from 2021 here because it's still true!!!! "i love writing dialogue between them. i think they are both like exceptionally smart and Sirius in particular has a really quick wit so it feels like a spar when I write them together and then it'll just SKRRRT into the most feelings ever."-- 2021 dr. grey.

Most I’ve laughed writing a scene: Idk if i like LOL'd but i had a lot of fun writing jingle all the bidet, and remus just rambling. i also very much enjoyed writing the scene in clear eyes where remus was going through the backseat of Sirius's truck while he was driving and making fun of the teen quizzes he had done in a magazine.

Most I’ve cried writing a scene: i cried writing the entirety of the crimson kiss (i joke, i joke, kind of), but i don't think i cried writing anything?? i don't tend to do this

Smuttiest smut scene: not applicable!

Favorite Wolfstar kiss: the first kiss in clear eyes!!! no but actually, i found myself quite clever (not to toot a horn but toot toot beep beep etc) writing their first kiss scene because it's remus's inner monologue, and he doesn't know what to say because he's feeling too much and like says a two word sentence, and sirius responds back with two words. and then the rest of their dialogue counts down from five words, four words, three, two, one, before they kiss and.

“Y…you play.” Is what Remus settled on. Two words seemed easier to manage than every novel he had ever read about romance and burned into his long-term memory. “I do.” Perhaps two words were easier for Sirius too. “You’re good.” “I know.” “That’s infuriating.” Sirius laughed quietly, “I’m sorry.” “It’s alright,” Remus shrugged, stopping at the edge of his porch just before the broken first step. “Thanks for wakin’ me up.” Five.

Hardest trope/thing to write: while writing Crimson Kiss, i realized i truly do not have the patience or the...skills or the anything to properly write a mystery/properly write a pseudo thriller and in my opinion this fic leans more towards absurd crack fic. i left a lot of this fic simply up to the readers imagination/choice because i did not want to write it and figure out the hows and the whys and the whos. like it's just too much work, and better left in the hands of...someone who is not me.

Easiest trope/thing to write: dialogue/flirting. also just romance 5ever.

Any fic regrets?: I am going to again quote 2021 grey, "Yes. We're trying not to have though. I keep reminding myself that at one point this was the story i wanted to share. and someone else reading it might be at that point in their life as well...so it's all worth it."

2024 fic habits to break: i struggled really badly with decision paralysis this year (across all forms of writing i do) and it impacted me a lot. so...that. stop thinking about whats right and just do something.

2025 fic habits to make: go back to writing nonsense, stop thinking so hard.

[takadasaiko]

Luke/Mara fic recs

for the lovely @andrastesgrace

Repair by BananasAreForParties

Mara Jade came to Aran to trade. She acquires nutcakes, Imperials, and one Luke Skywalker, condition: damaged. Hurt/Comfort fic.

Baatir by @jedimordsith

Mara has never had anyone to worry about her when she was ill. Now she has a boss, adopted big brothers, and a Jedi. It’s a lot… but maybe not *completely* terrible.

TwoforOnetober: 31 days of drabbles by @myevilmouse

For October 2021's prompt challenges, enjoy two prompts crammed into one Star Wars 100-word drabble.

5 Time Mara Took a Vacation and the 1 Time She Didn't by @jedimordsith

Mara Jade hates vacation. New Republic law requires she take them every year anyway. It goes... badly.

Welcome to the Family, Bean by UseTheForcePonyboy

The Solo kids visit the Skywalker residence to inspect their new baby cousin.

I have a few too, if you're interested:

A Flicker of Light

A canon divergent AU in which Luke Skywalker is raised within the Empire to be either his father's heir as a Sith Lord… or his replacement.

Near Death Experiences

Every time Luke and Mara run across each other it seems like a new near death experience.

Drawn to Her

Luke visits Mara in the medical wing on Coruscant after the failed Katana fleet mission. Set between Dark Force Rising and The Last Command.

Fix What Was Broken

Mara Jade never wanted to be on Coruscant on the tenth anniversary after the fall of the Empire, but in searching for a quiet place to wait out the festivities she finds she's not alone.

Happy reading!

[encantober-official]

#encantober

Encantober is an Encanto fandom event with themes for each day of the month of October (link to theme list in a copy/pasteable format Here), inspired by the concept of Inktober. Encantober is open to any and all content, including art, drabbles, one-shots, and more.

Fanworks can be shared via the #Encantober tag on tumblr and/or posted as part of the AO3 collection HERE.

Rules:

Works must be a part of the Encanto (2021) fandom. OCs, AUs, and crossovers are permitted.

Works must adhere to one of the Encantober themes.

Series of Encantober works are welcome.

No incest.

QA:

Q: Can I link prompts together? Or multiple prompts into one work? A: Linking works together to create a story series is a wonderfully creative idea! However, combining multiple prompts into one work defeats the purpose of the daily prompt challenge. Each work (or chapter in a series) should focus on one prompt.

Q: Do I have to participate every day? A: You do not have to participate every day. This is meant to be fun, so please don’t stress yourself out. 

Q: Do I need to publish my work on the specific day listed? A: No. We ask that you not publish before the specific day you're filling, but we will reblog late entries.

Q: Why aren’t my posts being reblogged? A: Either you posted it out of order (we will reblog late prompts, but not early ones!), forgot to tag #Encantober, or the admin team just missed it! We’re doing the best we can across timezones <3 

Browse:

Use the links below to find the works for each prompt in our archive!

1 Sunset, 2 Siblings, 3 Reunion, 4 Mystery, 5 Cold, 6 Heart, 7 Storm, 8 Question, 9 Time, 10 Help, 11 Liminal, 12 Nerves, 13 Fear, 14 Safety, 15 Midnight, 16 Grief, 17 Home, 18 Sleep, 19 Clock, 20 Vision, 21 Age, 22 Reflection, 23 Roots, 24 Memory, 25 Quiet, 26 Lost, 27 Grave, 28 Moon, 29 Mask, 30 Blood, 31 Sunrise

[hearthouses]

top 4 works of 2023

I was tagged by @nameslikeguns and also @preseriesdean was an inspiration, but I modified it to four because I'm not super proud of any of my edits this year and I wasn't able to squeeze out another fic before the end of the year, so we're going with top four! I am also not going to rank them, but list them in chronological order from their posting date.

This year was a better year than the last two in terms of writing output, I had a rough 2021 and posted nothing, and only posted one fic in 2022, so four is a massive improvement, even if it feels miniscule compared of other people's outputs. The Fall was when I was most productive and I am very proud of what I wrote then, exploring concepts I was particularly interested in, even if it's not the most popular and putting myslf out there regardless.

I think I would have continued that streak had I not gotten covid, then 2+ months of complications from covid, but I am trying to drag myself out of that funk. I am hoping to write more in 2024 as I have so many WIPs I want to get to and finish.

Anyway, here's the list:

1. when you're smiling and astride me

This was the first work I posted this year. It felt good to write it, but it also came with some challenges because I wrote it for an exchange and I was very nervous with some of the concepts and how they would go over. But the exchange itself was based on the idea of freeing your id and going wild, so I eventually just went with it and this was the result. I really love exploring Dean's feelings about his body and gender expression, and how Sam helps with it, and my only regret is I wish it was longer.

2. you say, go fast (i say, hold on tight)

This was written in a haze of early Fall because of another exchange that created a level of freedom that unlocked something in my brain that kept me from second guessing myself. It sprang from a concept fanvid and I came up with the idea wholesale from some mental images and let the story happen. I'm very fond of the result, even if it feels saccharine and too sweet and romantic for some. I really love the vibes and the imagery, plus how in love Sam and Dean are.

3. the landscape after cruelty

The process for this fic was grueling. No idea was working the way I wanted, so I needed to come up with a new idea altogether and at times, I almost didn't finish this fic. I have no playlist because I needed quiet to work on this. None of my usual preparations for writing fic worked for this one. The subject matter was daunting and I'm still unsure if I accomplished what I set out to, but I am proud of it. It's not very popular and I wonder if I hit the wrong notes often, but I'm also very protective of it. It's a weird fic that I'm not sure how I feel about the end result 100%, but I had to at least try and explore my feelings around the subject matter.

4. we could live forever in each other’s faces

This fic was written during the height of my illness. It wasn't supposed to be the fic I wrote because I had bigger plans (longer, more complicated fics), so I needed to scale them down to something more managable. How I did that was I chose to write the scenes in a series of drabbles, double drabbles, and triple drabbles, so I could focus on the preciseness of the word count. While this style of writing might feels limiting, it helps me to focus. I really love the dreamy, fairytale-like result of this. I still want to write a longer fic about these themes, but I am glad I wrote this all the same.

[themandylion]

2023 Fic Round-Up

Happy New Year! In 2023, I posted 13 new stories and 92,168 words. Here's all the stuff I posted in 2023!

2019 Fic Round-Up | 2020 Fic Round-Up | 2021 Fic Round-Up | 2022 Fic Round-Up

weird crab - 1k, JayTim. The weird crab is back. Ugh. It has to be invasive, right?

Shark Bait - 3k, JayTim. Tim and Jason try to figure out what life will be like now that they’re both agents of Gotham. (Part 6 of Vigilante Life Cycle.)

Challenge Rating Increase - 11.5k, JayTim. Jason and Tim have moved in together and life is as normal as can be. Well, at least it is until the cat enlists Jason for a very special mission. (Part 8 of Tales from the House of Mau.)

By Blood, Book, and Blade - 15.7k, JayTim, written with @bionerd2point0. While on his way to marry a man he did not choose, Tim is offered an out.

(Love) Song - 100, JayTim. Tim sings while he works and gains an audience.

Trust Fall - 32k (WIP), JayTim, written with @kieran-granola. Civilian Tim Drake enters an arrangement with the crime lord Red Hood in an effort to gain access to a trust fund with some very particular requirements.

Hope Is a Beacon - 28k, JayTim. It’s nearly time for the littlest Lantern to fly free. Jason is having a hard time letting go. (Part 3 of Light and Space.)

Fic or Treat - 100-word drabbles done for Halloween: - Tour (Part 6 of Living Our Best Deaths) - Smoke (Part 6 of Tales from the House of Mau) - Clinging (JayTim) - Skull (JayTim) - Mojo (Part 7 of Fuzzy Business) - Want (JayTim)