#i adore this au but never tried seriously writing for it before so this was fun

[angelkissiies]

pancakes for dinner

abby anderson x reader

cw : love confessions , anxiety , hockey!abby , girly!reader (glitter n pink fan) , modern!au

wc : 2.5 (HOW DID IT GET THIS LONG)

a / n : i never meant for this to be so long but i adore a love confession n hockey!abby ,, anyways ! enjoy ! also if you see grammatical issues SQUINT i didnt proofread this !!!

based off of emotions i get from THIS song ,, and some ugly dude being mean to abs on twitter ..

You stared down at the blank sheets of paper, fluffy fountain pen twirling in between your fingers as you let your playlist restart. You had so much to say, that you almost didn’t couldn’t find a way to say it, the itching anxiety pulling at your heart as you glanced at the clock. ‘7:38 PM’. Her flight was landing in a couple hours, you internally kicked yourself for waiting so long, but finally made the first move to start writing. 

‘Bee, Abby, 

This seems extremely silly right now and I kinda want to throw up at the idea of you actually seeing this’ 

You let out a sigh, striking out the line before continuing. 

‘I need you to know some things, some things I've been meaning to tell you for, well, forever. We’ve been friends for as long as I can remember and as much as I don't want to risk losing that, I can’t not tell you. I’ve been very clear about my sexuality and you’ve been so supportive of me– but I can't let you set me up with any more of your hockey friends (you’re probably wondering why this is soo important but just keep reading.)

Don’t get me wrong, Nora was a lovely date– opened the car door for me and everything, but it just wasn’t right. I know you and as you’re reading this you’re probably shaking your head and muttering something about ‘you just didn’t give her a chance,’ but just stay with me here. 

I have gone on dates and I have tried all the dating apps, I’ve even had my fair share of hookups–

but Abby, I can’t stop thinking about you. 

From the day I met you, I think I've always known. You have been all I've wanted and I really understood that this year, I mean seeing you hooking up with all of those girls made me jealous– as stupid as it sounds, and no, It wasn’t because they were prettier than me or something, but it was because they had you.’ 

Your stomach churned as you halted, taking an unsteady breath, your finger moving to skip the song that had come on– ‘Heather’ by Conan Gray being in bad taste for the moment. You had the urge to rip the paper apart, hiding all evidence of the confession of your love, and nestle into your bunk bed– waiting for the inevitable knock on your door when she arrived back, begging to chat about her travels. Though, you remained still– chewing on the flesh of your lip before forcing yourself to continue. 

‘I’m saying this now because I fear, if not now then never. Your absence gave me a chance to figure out my feelings about you without worrying about you accidentally finding out. I needed to overcome my fear of losing you and came to realize that I can't, so writing this all out is seriously freaking me out. ‘ 

A ringing from your phone made you jump, the music pausing briefly as you checked the caller ID, the air caught in your lungs as you realized who it was. “Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.” You chanted, staring at the little picture of her that accompanied the tense ringing in the now quiet room. ‘Shit!” You huffed, at last, letting your finger swipe across the screen to accept before placing her on speaker. 

“Hey!” Her groggy voice rang out, accompanied by the loud bustle of what sounded like a crowd. “Did I wake you up or something?” 

You let out a small, confused noise before answering– hand shaking slightly. “No, no. Just doing some work. What about you, you sound like shit.” You teased, taking a deep breath to gain your composure. The last thing you needed was to queue her on to anything, letting her remain clueless for as long as you possibly could. 

Abby snorted, rolling her eyes as she pulled her heavy suitcase behind her through the crowds of people. “No, just tired, they managed to get us on an earlier plane at the last minute– I had planned to sleep all day before the flight but surprise, surprise.” She hummed, watching as her team slowly began to disappear out of the double doors. “Anyways, because I'm getting back so early, I wanted to see if you’d be up for a movie tonight.” 

You felt time slow down, eyes shooting to the unfinished letter on your desk, you could barely find it in yourself to respond– feeling borderline dizzy at the rapid thumping of your heart, “Y-yeah, that sounds great. What are we watching?” She wasn’t supposed to be back for hours, and now you're getting told that she was already here? That you had to finish your declaration of love, now?! 

“I was thinking we could see that new avatar movie, what was it called?” 

“Way of water.” You spoke quietly, putting your pen down so hard on the sheet of paper– you were almost sure it was gonna rip. “That sounds great, when will you be here? I need to get ready.” Your pen began scribbling down the rest of your thoughts, handwriting less neat than it had been before. You didn’t know if you cared though, the thought of being caught in the middle of doing this was more mortifying than being articulate. 

“Say..” Abby trailed off, pulling up her hoodie sleeve to peer at her watch. 8:20 PM. “Does 8:45 sound good? Airports not far from campus.” 

You could’ve choked, forcing yourself to nod– even though she couldn’t see you. “Yeah, perfect. I’ll meet you downstairs, I’m sure you wanna change.” 

“Finally, a girl who gets me.” She joked, pushing the double doors open, and glancing around for the team bus. A chill rolled down her spine as she pushed the varsity jacket closed, blocking any more chill. “I've gotta go, I'm getting on the bus– but I’ll see you soon.” 

“See you soon!” 

You practically threw the pen down, doing a quick once over of the letter before folding it neatly– placing it inside its designated pink envelope. Your heart was racing, making you sweat slightly, as you slid out from your chair. You’d planned this all out so perfectly, yet, here you were– sliding on your crocs as you exited your dorm in an attempt to make this confession as seamless as possible. You were terrified of the possibility of her saying she didn’t feel the same, terrified that she wouldn't want to be friends anymore, terrified that she was still in love with her ex. Just terrified. 

The hallway passed in flashes, your mind too preoccupied to take in anything else as you speed walked to her door. It was as it usually was, empty, with the exception that her roommate had drawn a little moth in the corner of the whiteboard next to the number indicator. She was a neat girl, Ellie, but it always confused you at how they’d come to be assigned together– seeing as Abby was majoring in sports medicine and Ellie in physics. You shook the thoughts away, practically beating down the door with how hard you knocked. 

A few moments passed and you heard the soft pattering of feet on the carpet before the door swung open, a very disgruntled girl standing before you. “Dude, I literally have an exam tomorrow, what do you want?” She huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. From all the times she'd met you, she was used to the intrusion– almost finding it funny how often you came by. “Abby isn’t here.” 

You nodded, pushing the envelope forward, watching as she looked at it and then back at you. “Can you put this on her bed? Just leave it there, that's all.” You gushed, glancing at the digital clock on her desk before dropping it into her now outstretched hand. 8:33 PM. “I have to go, so just please make sure she gets it okay?” Your feet were already moving, taking large backward steps into the hall before turning on your heel– leaving a slightly confused, slightly curious Ellie peering down the hall as you disappeared around the corner. 

The door to your dorm was still slightly ajar, making it easier for you to slip back in and begin changing out of your – what you’d begun to call – lesbian pajamas. The reason was that they had little hearts in varying shades of pink and orange dotting the fabric. By the time you’d had a chance to even pull on your shoes, It was already pushing 8:40PM– meaning that any second Abby would be passing your dorm to go change and you’d be practically bouncing off the walls with pent-up anxiety. 

Abby trudged up the stairwell, making a mental note to email the maintenance guys about the elevator, her suitcase hovering just above to not smack against the concrete. She tossed her braid over her shoulder, using her free hand to push the metal door open, stepping out into the warmth of the hallway. A soft sigh left her mouth as she paused, eyes fluttering to the door that bore your name in glitter peel-and-stick letters, a small smile pulling at her chapped lips– internally debating on stopping to talk to you, but coming to the conclusion that she’d just come back in a couple minutes. It always popped into her mind, upon thinking about you, she practically had to drag herself away from you to get anything done. 

As she passed by your door, she heard soft music– particularly a song she’d heard many, many times before. It made her heart skip slightly, upon the realization that you’d actually started listening to the songs she recommended, that being more than a small victory in her books. She glanced up at your whiteboard, it being pretty empty besides the few hearts you’d forgotten to erase from valentines day, before uncapping a marker to leave a tiny drawing of two girl stick figures in the mass of hearts. 

You were lying face down on your pillows, biting back the screams that tempted your lips as you waited for the alarm on your phone to sound– the idea of seeing Abby making your stomach twist into uncomfortable knots. The words of ‘Pancakes for Dinner’ by Lizzy Mcalpine permeated your thoughts, making you sigh aloud, she made it seem so easy. Too easy. You just wanted to say all of what you were feeling to her, see her face when she realized, and know instantly whether or not your friendship was over. The waiting made it all so much worse. You sat up, lifting your phone just as the annoying beeping started, making you groan. 

The music stopped as you swiped off of the app, pulling yourself up to sit on the edge of your bed– sliding your crocs over the pink fluffy socks you’d slipped on in spite of the dropping temperatures. “You can do this. You can definitely do this.” You whispered, coming to stand before grabbing the dorm keys from your bedside table. You couldn’t back out now, though you desperately wanted to, shuffling out of your room and into the hallway– already missing the comfort of your room. 

Ellie had greeted Abby at the door, the realization of the letter finally clicking in her head, an annoying smug grin on her lips. It was beyond confusing for the blonde, giving her an odd look as she let her suitcase fall on the floor in front of her bed. “What is wrong with you?” She finally asked, digging through her drawer, feeling the auburns eyes burning a hole into the back of her head. “You’re being weird, er, weirder than usual.” 

“Nothing, nothing. You have, uh, mail.” She coughed, covering a small chuckle, turning back to her computer as she sat down– keeping an eye on the pink envelope sitting perfectly on the dark surface of her bedspread. 

Abby knitted her brows together, following the girl's gaze to an envelope she automatically recognized as yours. How did she know? Well, you were the only girl on campus who used pink envelopes and she didn’t think that another could have manifested in the short time she was away. She instantly lost all interest in what she was doing, practically tripping over her bags to get to it. “Did she say what it was about?” She asked, turning the little thing in her hands, noticing the little star sticker you’d used to seal the envelope. 

Ellie shook her head, putting her hands up as if to say ‘i dunno’ before looking back down to her work– leaving Abby to tear open the pink paper hastily. 

You sat outside on the bench, tapping the toes of your shoe onto the pavement as you waited, jumping at every noise of the door– hoping, praying, that she even came. It had been so long since you’d felt this kind of scared, less schoolgirl more double homicide, as you pondered what could possibly come of this. The best case scenario being she felt the same way, and the worst case scenario was that she hated your guts and went around telling everyone that you were just some weird girl with a crush on her– that wasn’t likely though, seeing as that wasn't Abby. She’d never be so harsh. The reality was that she’d let you down easy, slowly but surely ghosting you in the process. You didn’t know what scared you more, good or bad news. 

The loud squeaking of the hinges drove you from your thoughts, making you glance behind you, a strained breath catching in your throat as you saw her– glancing around before she saw you. “Abby, hey,--” You began, standing to meet her in the middle, hands wringing nervously behind you. 

The blonde didn’t speak, her hands coming up to cup your cheeks, dipping down to press a needy kiss to your lips. Nothing had ever been so important, the letter being more than enough to send her practically flying out of her dorm to find you, she’d been waiting for the day she’d come to admit her feelings out loud– though as she felt you melt into her, hands now bunched in her jacket, she knew words were unnecessary. You’d been what she wanted this entire time, all the girls and the parties and the one-night stands being in spite of her budding feelings. She’d been trying to get you off her mind, protecting the friendship that meant more than anything to her. Your words flashed through her mind, making her smile slightly against your lips. 

You pulled away, taking a much-needed gulp of air, before looking up at the burly woman. The light was blocked out by her head, making a kind of halo around her. She looked beautiful, she always looked beautiful, but this was different. “Abby..” You breathed, eyes meeting her own. “Are you–?” 

Abby nodded, using her thumbs to caress the blushed flesh of your cheeks. “I am.” 

[laureliciousdefinition]

Babe wake up laurelicious has returned with more modern au headcanons 🥱 thank u to everyone who loves on these posts and adds their own silly things to it!!! Y’all make me very happy and I’m glad we can share this goofy universe!!

Previous sillies:

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See yall unda da cut 😼😼😼

-little miss Unnamed Marston Daughter has absolutely been blasting Olivia Rodrigo’s new album around the house

Everyone complains but John finds himself quietly murmuring “seeing u tonight… it’s a bad idea right??” While he’s brushing his teeth

Abigail tries to be supportive and plays it while she drives the kids to school, now she and Jack know all the words to Vampire and listen to it once they’ve already dropped UMD off

-both Marston children always dress as something weird for Halloween

John and Abigail stay up late making the costumes for their weirdo children bc they love them :)

On a similar note when John and Arthur were kids they were little matching power rangers and if you bring it up to Dutch he WILL cry over it bc he loves his babies

-the entire Marston family takes Halloween way too seriously to be completely honest

Abigail and John are the cool family in the neighborhood with the really good candy

Dutch and Hosea have now graduated to the old person level of giving out full sized bars but the window of opportunity before they turn in for the night is SMALL so all the kids in their neighborhood sprint to their house first

Charles and Arthur give out tootsie rolls and milk duds. That’s it.

-the following are songs John cried to as a teenager:

Fall for You by Secondhand Serenade

Miserable at Best by Mayday Parade

Scars by Papa Roach

Disenchanted by MCR

-John and Javier were absolutely bffs in middle/high school, they kissed once at a party then never spoke of it again

Javier is now the cool childless uncle that they all see once a year and brings the kids cool gifts

-when Arthur was a teenager he got caught sneaking back into the house after curfew, he was grounded for a month

John was the asshole little sibling who was super excited that his brother was in trouble

-Arthur wears slippers, Charles wears fuzzy socks. I’m right

-Charles uses nice shampoo/conditioner and Arthur is always hovering around on wash days:)

-Arthur has broken every single toe like. 5 times at least.

-Charles and Arthur love corny ass reality TV

They started watching the bachelor to make fun of it, but now they tune in every single week and have their favorites

Tell me Arthur wouldn’t love the masked singer. He goes nuts every single time (“Charles!!!!!! They opened it up and it was KERMIT!?! That’s too good!”)

-Because Isaac doesn’t live with them full time these two go absolutely bananas when he comes to stay with them, Charles is scrubbing down the house while Arthur clears out the grocery store of all his favorite snacks :)

Before he visits Arthur is texting Eliza like “what drama should I know?? Any new friends? A girlfriend? A boyfriend?!?” Just so he’s up to date

-Arthur loves Raisin Bran/Corn Nuts/other old man cereals

-we’ve touched on this before but Charles’ mom absolutely adores Arthur and when she comes over she’s basically shoving Charles out of the way like “my baby darling Arthur how are you!!!🥰”

-Isaac plays baseball and Charles and Arthur are full on sport dads in the best way possible

They bring snacks for the team, they’re sitting in those little fold up chairs, they’re cheering louder than everyone else in the stands, etc.

Arthur ‘sentimental ass’ Morgan keeps a little box of all the memorabilia from baseball throughout the years :)

This was a particularly silly batch, methinks. As always if anyone wants me to add other characters into this universe lmk😼 alsooooo I have started writing little oneshots/drabbles/etc expanding this if anyone would be interested in reading them!! No promises on when they’d be done but I think it would be a good time hehe

[spoonsock]

Show me love pt.2

Part 1

Gwen Stacy x fem! Reader

No Spider-Woman AU!!

Lo and behold, here is a part two of this. I know it took wayy too long to write this but hey at least it’s here.

Warnings: underage drinking and nothing else I think? Idk this is not proofread and it will probably never be lol, but if y’all find something else pls lmk.

Also, not a warning, but like, just letting you know once again, some things make little to no sense and are pretty childish, but I didn’t write the script for the movie so I’m not responsible for that ok? Though I do love this movie so much and I love how they presented two confused, stupid teenagers LOL.

Oh and yeah there will be a pt. 3 and I’m pretty sure that’ll be the last part.

“FUCK! Fucking hell!! Why did I do that?!”

You scream in anger, speed walking while your sister runs after you, trying to comfort you. “It was just a joke”, she attempts to calm you. “No”, you stop, “I-I’m going back, I have to say sorry!”, you turn around in the direction of Gwen’s house before Jessica grabs the sleeve of your jacket to stop you.

“Fuck that, we’re going to have fun! Woo Hoo!!”, she says as she pulls you to the party.

————————————————————

“And then they kissed!”, your sister narrated. Gasps erupted around you and your friends gave you shocked looks. The music was blaring in your ears, but you ignored it, continuing to drink alcohol from a big glass bottle. “No way! Is it true?”, “You kissed her for 10$? Was it worth it?”, you continued ignoring the question and avoiding eye contact with anyone.

“So how was it?”, one of the girls seriously asked. “Wicked”, you answered, voice laced with sarcasm, rolling your eyes. “No, seriously! Was it bad?”, “It was fucking awful of course”, you scoffed and decided to get away from the rest of the girls, sitting on the couch, still sipping on the liquor. It tasted terrible but you hoped you’ll drink just enough to numb everything. You were completely zoned out, replaying the kiss in your head. If it was so bad as you told the others, why couldn’t you get it out of your head.

The feeling of Gwen’s soft lips on yours, your hands grasping the back of her neck tightly. The adorable, confused look she had on her face when you pulled back. You frown at the thoughts and take a huge sip from the bottle.

Suddenly, Jonah appeared out of nowhere and you scoffed again. He bumped into you sitting on the couch and fell on his knees to the floor. Before you or him could say anything, a sickening feeling rushed from your stomach to your throat and you ran to the bathroom, Jonah following close behind. You threw up and his attempts of helping or trying to do anything were useless and you only got more annoyed by his presence.

You flushed the water on the toilet on which you were leaning and got up. Jonah gave you a cup of water and you thanked him. The fresh, cold water in your system definitely eased the sickness you felt.

“Jesus, you’re beautiful..”, you heard him mumble and you plainly looked up at him. The lack of response from you made him continue. “You’re the most beautiful of all-“

”You’re drunk”, you interrupted him. He wasn’t a bad guy, and the compliment he gave you did make you feel bad because you knew you’ll have to reject him if he tries anything. You didn’t know why, but you just didn’t feel right around him.

“I like you-“

”You’re drunk”, you stopped him once more. “It’s true I like you! I-“, you didn’t want to hear it, you just wanted to get out. Unfortunately, he didn’t let you, not until you hear him out. But you weren’t in the mood to play around. “Get out of the way!”, you yelled and grabbed the toilet bowl cleaner, pushing it into his face. He raised his hands in defense and you took that moment to slip behind him and open the door of the bathroom, while throwing the toilet bowl brush into his face.

You rummaged through the pile of clothes, trying to find your jacket, but tonight was definitely not your night. Unsuccessful, you got out of the apartment in which the party was held, hugging yourself in attempts to warm your body.

————————————————————

Knocking could be heard on the door from the outside of Gwen’s room. She quickly wiped away her tears and your lipstick smudged all over her face, before grabbing a random book.

“Gwen? Can I come in?”, her dad opened the door, holding a cup. “I’ve made you some tea…”. Silence. Gwen sat on her bed, a book in her hands, not sparing her dad a glance.

“..How are you?”, he continued. “I’m reading”, her voice was hoarse, but quiet. “You’re not upset?”. ”No”

“What are you reading?”. She showed him the cover of the book and he started quoting some lines from it, attempting to cheer her up. “Dad, please….”. He looked down at her stoic face. It was clear that she was upset, but he did not want to press. He put the cup on her table and wished her a good night, exiting the room. Gwen sighed.

Suddenly, she hear a loud noise. Startled, she looked around her room, when another loud thump was heard. She got up, trying to find the source of the sound. The window.

She carefully opened it and looked down, her eyes widening.

“Hi”, there you were, a couple of rocks in your hand. Honestly, you hoped expected of Gwen to not open the window. The state you were in was embarrassing. You were embarrassed. But then you saw her. Nose and cheeks flushed, eyes red and teary. “She was crying…”, you thought.

You didn’t get a “hey” back from her so you took a deep breath and began. “I-I shouldn’t have done that…it was silly of me. I’m sorry..”, you looked up at her, waiting for any kind of response. When you didn’t receive it, you continued.

“So um..have you gone to bed?”, giving her an awkward smile, you rocked back and forth on your feet. Still no answer. That kinda frustrated you and you let out a huff.

“Could I use your toilet? I’m gonna pee myself”, you smiled up at her again, but the lack of patience could be heard in your voice. She looked around hesitantly, before slightly smiling back. “Alright..”. “Thanks”, you grinned.

After you finished in the bathroom, you were back in her room, leaning against her wall. She went to turn off the gloomy music that played on her radio and you pouted at that.

“Hey, don’t turn it off. It was really nice”

“I’m so tired of it”, Gwen said, looking around everywhere except at you. “Can’t you put on something else?”, you looked at her expectantly. Before she could answer, you caught something in your peripheral and your eyes widened as you grabbed the perfume bottle from her work table.

“Ooh this is really cool, can I use some? Thanks!”, you didn’t give her time to answer once again before spraying the perfume on your wrist and neck. “..What do you want to listen to?”, she asked.

“I dunno…Is it true that you are a lesbian? Because if you are, I understand..guys are gross!..I’m also going to be one I think!”, you said in a serious but childish manner. Gwen didn’t answer. You furrowed your brows at her. “But um….maybe I should go home..”, you looked down. She bit her lip and you tried to ignore that. She didn’t say anything and you two stood in silence for a few moments.

“Fuck it, let’s go to the party. I have to anyway, ‘cause my jacket’s there”, you said suddenly. “We’ll go and hit someone!”, you continued seriously.

“No, I’m not invited”, she finally said and your brows furrowed once again. “So? We’ll burn the house down!”, you said seriously and she softly smiled.

“Come onnn….Please?”, you pouted, giving her your best puppy dog eyes. “…You really want to?”, she asked. “Yeah”. “….Okay”

—————————————————————

“What do you want to be when you grow up?”

“I don’t know”

The two of you walked to the party and you seemingly couldn’t shut up. There was no awkward silence falling upon you because you had something to say or ask every two seconds.

“I’m going to be a model..or a psychologist”, you said. “I’ve also thought of that”, Gwen said honestly, making your eyes widen. “Oh really? You’re gonna be a psychologist?”, you turn to look at her.

“Dunno, it seem exciting digging into peoples minds and stuff…..but really, you’ll probably find it silly though, I’d most like to be a writer, y’know?”

You shake your head at her, shrugging. “You can be that too. You could write books about those…”, you shake your hands around, trying to explain what you mean, “those, likeee, all that psychic stuff and mass murderers”, you finish. “But I’d rather be a model. You think I can be?”, you look at her childishly, but hopefully.

“Yeah..But I think it’s more fun being a psychologist..”, Gwen admits. “Am I pretty enough?”, you pout. “Yes, you are”, she says silently, looking at you.

“….I don’t think I want to go to that party..”, she says honestly, as you two stop when walking over a bridge, to lean on the edge of it.

“Why are you so weird?”, you ask her and she chuckles while you push the top half of your torso over the edge off the bridge, looking down. “I don’t mean anything bad but…you are weird”, you finish.

“You are also weird”, she looks at you with a teasing smile. “Am I?”, you laugh and look back at her. “Yeah”, she looks up at the sky and you look back down to whatever’s under the bridge.

“I want to be weird. Well, not weird, but..I don’t want to be like everyone else..Though, sometimes I am just the same”, you admit. “..But..you’re not..”, Gwen looks at you, admiring your profile. Her eyes trace the line of your nose down to your lips and your chin.

“You know what my nightmare is? That I’ll stay in Chelsea. That I’ll never move from here.”, you say truthfully. “I’ll get kids, a car, a house..all of that! Then my husband leaves with some younger- And I’m stuck with kids that just scream and pee! ….It’s so fucking meaningless!”, you rant to her, frustrated. She says nothing and the comfortable silence falls over the two of you.

“Can I ask you something?”, you ask again.

“What?”, she looks at you and you hesitate before continuing.

“…Have you been with lots of girls?”. “Why are you asking that?”, she avoids your eyes while you look at her expectantly. “I-I was just wondering”, you defend yourself.

“No, I haven’t been with lots of girls, if you must know”, she says, annoyed and you feel guilty.

“When you kissed me-“

”Oh I could die, I’m sorry!!”, you interrupt her, cringing at her words and throwing your head back. You almost forgot about that.

“It was the first time..”, she admits quietly.

“Was it?”

“First and last time”, her voice is still filled with annoyance and perhaps anger? “But that’s completely wrong!”, you argue.

“It’s just ‘cause you live in fucking Chelsea! It’s so unfair, if you lived in Brooklyn for example, then you’d have loads of girls!”. That made her smile and you’re happy to see it. “You really think so?” “Yes!”

Gwen continues smiling at your words when suddenly you cross to the other side of the bridge. “Where are you going?”, she asks confused. “Come!”, you call to her. “We’re going to Brooklyn!”, you exclaim and hold out a hand, a thumb up actually, attempting to stop a car that passed you.

“You’re not sane!”, Gwen laughs and you frown at her words, but not loosing the confident spark in your eyes. “Of course I am, ‘course I’m sane!”, you differ. “Okay, but..you’re on the wrong side”, she smirks at you and blood runs to your cheeks, while you try to hide the embarrassment. “What?”

“Brooklyn is..”, she takes your hand and points it in the other direction, ”..that way”. “Oh..I see..”, you cross the street once more and call her over once again. “C’moon!!”

“You can’t be serious..”, she mutters and you turn to her. “Okay, we say ten cars from now. If any stop, we’re going to Brooklyn. Otherwise, forget it”, you tell her seriously and she crosses her arms.

“Five cars”

“Ten”

“Five”

“Ten”

“Five”

“…..Fine, five cars. If any of them stop, it’s like God’s telling us”

Just as you say that, a car passes by and you try to stop him, but you don’t succeed. “Ugh, idiot!!”, you yell after the car and spit in the distance, while Gwen chuckles at your silly behavior.

Another car passes by and you accidentally get a bit to close to it, earning a gasp from the blonde behind you. She grabs you by the arm. “Watch out”, her tone is panicky, but you don’t pay attention to it, too frustrated at the cars. “Ugh, when I get a car, I’ll always stop for hitchhikers”

Suddenly, a car passes by and comes to a stop a few feet away from you two. “Shitshitshit”, you mutter to yourself, feeling nervous.

“..We’ll do it. Let’s do it”, Gwen tells you, feeling the adrenaline flow through her body. “Should we?”, you ask, just for confirmation and she nods, before taking your hand and running towards the car.

“Hi, we’re going to Brooklyn. We live there”, she lies to the driver. “We’ve been visiting our aunt and got money for the train but we bought records with the money and can’t get home”, she bats her eyelashes and smiles at him while he glances at you standing awkwardly next to her.

“You can come with me to Jersey city”, the driver says and you both thank him before getting into the back of the car. The man tries to turn on the car but the engine stops. “Oh no..it does this sometimes, I’ll just..”, he says as he gets out of the car.

You and Gwen sit still, trowing small glances at each other and smiling softly. The music plays in the car. You turn to her, whisper shouting. “What the hell are we doing?! We are fucking crazy?!”, you laugh slightly. “I know..”, she says. “..But we’re so fucking cool”, you grin at her.

The lights in the car are off and it’s dark, but the greenish lights from the lamppost from the outside make Gwen’s eyes shine so beautifully, you can’t help but stare at her. It hits you out of nowhere how pretty she is.

Your eyes drop down to her plump, pink lips. You suddenly get closer to her, your noses touching, butterflies erupting in your stomach. You can almost hear her heartbeat thumping fast and loud. Her cheeks flush and you press your lips onto hers.

You swear, in that moment, it was just you and her and nothing else in the world mattered.

You could hear “I wanna know what love is” play in the background when you deepen the kiss, grabbing her chin by both of your hands to pull her closer. One of her arms grabs your shoulder and the other one finds your waist. Your teeth and tongues touch while you passionately kiss and, as messy it all is, your movement are frantic and confused, it feels perfect.

The front door of the car is opened loudly and both of you jump away from each other, eyes widened. “What on the earth are you doing?!”, the driver screeches as he shoos you out of his car.

You stand on the side of the road quietly.

“It’s freezing..I should go home”, you say, not rising your head. There is an unnecessarily big distance between you and Gwen. “Mom’s coming home and…”, you don’t finish the sentence and sigh.

“B-but..I can call you tomorrow..”

Gwen looks at you, surprised by your answer. “Do you want to?” You nod. “You sure?”, she asks. “Yeah..”, you avoid her stare.

She comes closer to you before placing a soft kiss on your lips. You lean in closer to her but as soon as the feeling came, it was gone, and you’re left aching for more. She crosses the road and you watch her walk away..

[xmalereader]

Steven Grant X Male Reader || 2||

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Authors Note: Here’s part two everyone! Hope you enjoy the fluff and sexual tension these two have because I enjoyed writing it!

Summary: After the events in Cairo, Khonshu finally frees them (not really) and both Steven and Marc are back to having a normal life. Steven tries to get his job back at the museum but Isn’t succeeding. So, what happens when the owner of the museum takes in interest in Steven and not only gets his job back but spoils the man with riches.

Warnings: fluff, angst, shy Steven, mentions of Marc Spector x male reader, kissing, making out, spoiling, sugar daddy au, sugar baby AU, mentions of Khonshu, Steven is a nerd and adorable, slight smut, sexual tension, rich reader, avatar reader, mentions of gods, mentions of DID. Mentions of Jake Lockley.

Word count: 4.8k

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Steven paced around his flat, the business card between his fore thumb and index finger as he stares at it. He continued to pace back and forth, not knowing what to do.

“As much as I don’t like the idea of someone pampering us, we do need the extra money.” Said Marc, standing in Steven's reflection as he watched him pace back and forth still thinking.

“Alright, but—wouldn’t it be weird?”

“Weird? He said he wasn’t like others who beg for sex or anything he just wants our company. Still don’t know why, maybe he’s interested? I wouldn’t the idea of a guy like him liking us.”

Steven groans, sitting on his couch as his leg bounced, setting the business card aside as he leans back. Like Y/n said, he can take his time and think about it. The man wasn’t pressuring him and he offered him to options. He can be both tour guide and earn twice as much with giving his attention to Y/n or he can be a simple tour guide and Y/n will leave him be.

“Y/n is giving you time, if you don’t feel comfortable just take the job instead and ignore the rest.” Marc knew how nervous Steven got when he was around the man. He didn’t want him to feel uncomfortable. After years of being together Marc had grown to become protective of Steven. He’s his other half, his brother, and he wasn’t going to force him into something he doesn’t like.

“Steven—“

“I’ll do it.” Steven blurts out. Catching Marc by surprise.

“Seriously?”

“Yeah, I mean.” Steven shrugs. “Being a tour guide doesn’t really pay much but like Y/n said, he’ll be paying us for just being there. Maybe he isn’t too bad?” Steven sits up. He’s never done something like this before and it’ll be the first time. But, good thing is that he doesn’t have to do anything he doesn’t like, all he needs to do is just be there, right?

Honestly, Steven had no idea. “Marc, how exactly does this stuff work?” He’s heard of people doing it but never got a full insight or explanation. “From what I know, it can be anything. Some just want someone’s times, others prefer sex, a few do creepy things too.” Marc provided an explanation but quickly reassured Steven. “But Y/n wouldn’t make you do something you don’t like. He seems reasonable.”

Steven nods to himself, rubbing his hands up and down his legs nervously before adjusting his jacket and looking around. “I should go tell him—actually, he’s probably busy. He is a busy man and wouldn’t want to bother him oh, god what if he doesn’t like us?” He froze in spot, staring at his reflection. He’s forgotten about the situation between him and Marc. How could y/n have him around once he finds out about Marc.

“Don’t worry Steven, I’ll stay out of it or try too.” Marc responds back. He would still have to front every once an awhile, both Steven and Marc made an agreement to take turns fronting every once an awhile in order to get used to their routine and schedule. But with y/n stepping in it can change some things. Steven would have to front for longer periods unless they expose themselves to the other man.

“Why don’t we make a plan before approaching y/n about our discussion.” Marc suggests while Steven nods on agreement, the two talking about their small changes that are to be made.

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Back at the museum, Y/n had gotten through his meeting, providing new plans for the place and probably firing more people then he intended too.

“You really showed sympathy out there.” He hears Anubis say as the two walked around the empty museum. Y/n chuckles at the gods words. “I was trying my best.” He mumbled back. He was a bit rude to some people he wasn’t fond of that worked in the museum, they were given too many chances whenever they caused a mess or did something unacceptable, as much as he hated letting people go he couldn’t help it. “They were violating the policy and one almost lost an artifact delivery, it’s hard finding such things.” He explains to the god, looking up to see the Jackel huff out, stomping his staff down. “Your judgment was cruel.”

“Please, says the one who sends souls to be judged.”

He did have a point.

Anubis stops in his tracks. “I saw what you did.” He suddenly starts. Y/n stares back in confusion, brows furrowed. “Steven Grant.”

Y/n eyes brows shot up. “Oh! Him, yes, just something I was interested in and besides. He’s adorable, who wouldn’t want to spoil him?” He grins at the god who rolls his eyes. “He won’t hold you back on your duties?” Anubis didn’t care what y/n did with his life, he just wanted to make sure that he was available for whenever the god needed him.

“Don’t worry, he won’t hold me back. Besides, I don’t know if he’s made a decision yet so we can’t really say if it’s official.” He shrugs.

“Mortals are such strange creatures, chasing after another man and wanting to cover him in your riches.” Anubis leans back against the wall, watching Y/n walk around an exhibit, phone in hand as he types out some side notes about the artifacts or things that would need to be replaced.

“Jealous, Anpu?” Y/n coos out to the god who growls, baring his teeth which the other ignores. “Again, he won’t get in the way—why don’t we talk about the other for you mentioned awhile back? Huh, we never got to talk about it.” After Anubis told him that he sensed another god nearby he grew curious to know who it was.

Anubis looks around the room, taking in the atmosphere as he sighs. “I don’t sense it anymore but it was familiar, I’ve been around their presence before.”

“Who’s?”

“Khonshu. God of the moon.”

Y/n frowns, slipping his phone back in his pocket. “God of the moon, I thought you said the rest of the good that you knew where either stuck in stone or were considered a council member.” He’s heard about the other gods that were out their claiming their own avatars and doing their own duties, but he’s never heard of a Khonshu.

“Khonshu isn’t very popular amongst the other gods, which is why he avoids us or we avoid him due to his choices.” Anubis continues to explain. “If I sensed him today then that means his avatar is near. Gods never leave their avatars side.” He reminds Y/n.

Y/n nods. “Will figure it out soon.” He tells the god, looking up at the window ceilings to see the day growing dark. “Sun is down.” He whispers, lowering his head to face Anubis. “Shall we continue our duties before I get too busy tomorrow?” He extends a hand out towards the exit, smirking at the god who stands up straight. “Into the night.” Anubis stands in front of Y/n he taps his staff on the floor twice. The room suddenly growing dark as they are teleported outside of the museum and into the dark night of London.

Y/n had already summoned his own disguise, he wore a three piece suit all in black. A pocket watch in his left pocket and a resembled Anubis mask covered his face, above the mask stood two large pointed ears that helped him listen to the sound of those who cried. He sighs to himself as he pulls out the pocket watch, popping it open as a time limit was set in for their first soul of the night.

“First soul belongs to a child. Be gentle, you know what to do.” Anubis reminds him as the god disappears, leaving Y/n alone as he pockets the watch and stands on the edge of the building. “Alright, here we go.” He steps off and falls to the ground, landing on his hands and knees as he stands up to dust himself and adjusts his cufflinks. He looks up and down the street, empty and cold.

He makes his way up and follows the sound of the child’s cry. He moves around with ease as he approaches a gruesome scene before him, a man dressed in white was taking down two men who stood before him, punching and hitting them unconscious. He expects him to step away from the two but the man kneels down and continues to beat them, smashing their faces in while his gloves white hands are colored in red.

“I think that’s enough.” He speaks up, stepping out of the shadows as the other lets go of the half dead man. He stands up straight, staring at him. “You—“ he breaths out, chest heaving heavily. “Who are you.”

Y/n looks around, his response is silent. “None of your concern.” His ears peek up at the sound of a whimper, turning to his right to see a child lying up the ground, curled up and trembling in fear. He approached said child, kneeling down to place a gentle hand on their side. “It’s alright.” He whispers, the child flinching and whining.

“Don’t touch her.” The other says but Y/n continues on with his duties. “Don’t worry, the bad men are gone and they won’t hurt you anymore.” He whispered reassuring words to the child. They finally look up to see Y/n, their eyes widen in fear.

“Kids been through enough, don’t make it worse.” Y/n looks over his shoulder to glare at the other from under his mask. “I’m not, I’m only helping.” His attention goes back to the child, looking at her up and down before taking notice of the wounds she had, she was beaten and hurt. She’s been out in the streets for days and starving with no where to go and she was only a child.

Y/n gathers the Child in his arms, sitting her on his lap as he whispered softly. “You don’t have to be afraid anymore, it’s alright to let go. You’ll soon be within the reeds.” The child in his arms clutches onto him, shaking and shivering.

“I said that’s enou—“

Before the other can step forward and take the kid to a hospital he stops in his tracks. The child was no longer trembling and became still, limp in Y/n’s arms.

“What—what did you do!” The other shouts in anger.

“She was already dying, whether you take her to the hospital or not it would’ve been too late.” Y/n lied the child on the ground, gentle with her small body as he placed his hand behind her head. “You are released.” He slowly stands ho with his hand stretched out, the child’s presence coming out.

The child is confused but no longer afraid. “What happened?” She asks softly, starring at y/n who moves down to one knee. “You were hurt badly and sadly passed away, but have no fear. I’ll be guiding you back home where you’ll be with others who are kind.” The child nods in understanding as he takes her hand.

“Anubis, come forth.”

The god of death is quick to appear, starring down at the child as he offers his hand to her. The child gasps, gripping onto y/n’s arm. “Don’t worry, he’s here to guide you home. He won’t hurt you.” The child eyes the two before taking Anubis offered hand.

“You shall be in peace.” Anubis says, giving y/n a praising nod before disappearing with the child in hand.

Y/n sighs deeply.

“Your Anubis avatar.” Y/n turns around to face the same man. Behind him stood a large figure, staff in hand and the head of a bird. “God of death.” The god hums out. Y/n frowns, “you must be Khonshu.”

Khonshu hums in return. “I am the god of the moon, this is my avatar.” He nudged his Close to the man who stood next to him. “Does he have a name?” Y/n tilts his head in questioning.

“Moon knight is good.” Knight says himself with arms crossed over his chest. Y/n nods. “You can call me Arius.” He gives his name to both god and avatar before checking his pocket watch. “I’d love to stay and talk but duty calls.” He bends down to pick up the child’s mortal body, carrying her in his arms as he disappeared in the shadows.

“We’re no longer alone.” Jake murmurs to Khonshu who continued to stare at the spot that y/n stood at before disappearing. “Guess Not.”

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Steven wakes up the next morning feeling sore, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he glanced at the time, noticing that it’s early. “That’s a first.” He’s usually always late for work or waking up late, but he didn’t have to worry about work anymore. He was able to quit his job with only a twenty four hour notice. Marc had told him that his old job didn’t need a notice and would be fine just leaving without a word but Steven wants to professional and sent out an email either way to let them know that he will no longer be coming in.

“I still forget how dirty your place is.” Marc fronts this time, groaning to himself as he sat up in bed and undid the restraints on his ankle, stepping out of the circle around his bed and making his way to the kitchen to make himself some coffee for the day.

“Don’t know how you can drink that bloody stuff.” Steven mumbled out to Marc, watching him drink his coffee through his reflection. “Coffee always comes first.” Marc moves towards the small dining table they had, sitting on his side and propping his feet on top as he leans back in his seat. In less than an hour they’ll be heading to the museum where they will meet up with Y/n and letting him know about their choice.

Both Marc and Steven were able to figure everything out. Marc will only front whenever they were alone, giving himself some time to adjust to the body again and doing his own errands while Steven fronted whenever he works at the museum and when he was around Y/n. Easy, right?

Marc sips his coffee, moaning in satisfaction when the warm liquid touched his tongue. He leans his head back in relaxation, closing his eyes.

“Think Y/n will agree?”

Marc snaps his eyes open, turning his head to the left where a small mirror was propped on the table. He stared at his reflection to see Steven with a nervous look on his face. “Hey, he offered and will be fine. I saw the way he looked at you, I don’t think he’ll let it go even if we rejected him or not.” When Marc first saw Y/n he did find the man intimidating and thought he would be some asshole.

But when Y/n spoke to Steven he sensed something inside of them. It was like a craving, craving to get the man’s attention again. Marc had ignored the feeling, refusing to believe that he had attraction towards a man who stood tall, full of power and with no fear.

“Let’s just get ready.” Marc blurts out, setting his coffee aside as he removed his feet from the table and stands back up, allowing Steven to front. “Thank you.” Steven mumbles and moves around their small flat, grabbing some clothes to change into.

“Shouldn’t you put something formal?”

“If Y/n wants my company he shouldn’t judge what I wear.” Steven points out as he slips on some pants and a simple loose blue shirt, taking his white jacket and putting it on as well. Steven makes his way towards the bathroom where he brushed his teeth and fixed his hair, growing whenever the curls refused to cooperate with his style. He spends a longer period of time getting his hair done then changing.

Once he gets it fixed he is quick to grab his things and rush out of his flat, taking the elevator down as he fidgets with his fingers.

“Steven.”

“Sorry, sorry I’ll stop.” Steven knows that he is remain calm once he faces Y/n. He couldn’t allow the other to know how he felt, but Steven couldn’t help it. He’s always been nervous and awkward that he questions himself as to why Y/n wanted his attention? Out of all the people he could choose he decided to go with Steven. Now, Stevens never really dated anyone or has tried too since he was no good at it. So, he remained his distance and just did his job. When Marc ‘set him up’ before everything he didn’t expect the date to go badly. Waking up days later and mixing up the dates.

He blamed Marc, blamed his other half from ruining his life until he found out about Marc’s past life and his traumatic and horrible it was. Steven was Marc’s way out of that trauma and the two were able to help each other out. They were like brothers and they always stuck together.

When Stevens bus came to a stop he takes his time getting off, looking up to face the museum that won’t be open for another hour. He thought coming early to confront the man would be better than waiting until the end of the day. When he steps inside the building he noticed a few changes, the exhibit's have been moved around to a different area and some artifacts were missing.

“What’s going on?” He suddenly asks.

“Renovations.” Steven hears Y/n’s voice, his head snapping to him. “Renovations? Was the place really that bad?” He joked out as Y/n chuckles at his comment. “Don’t worry, everything is still around, just wanted to move some things around since we will be having more artifacts coming in sometime this month.” He explains. “The museum won’t be open again until next month.”

“Next month?” Stevens eyes widen.

“Yes, I’ll be needing some time to make a few changes and since new artifacts are to be coming in—we’ll have to make some room. But don’t worry, everyone who works here will be getting paid for the days they have off.”

“Oh, so no one is really here today?”

“Unfortunately, no. It’s just me and some additional works who I trust to make movements. Everyone should be coming back later though.” Y/n stares down at Steven, a soft smile on his lips that causes Steven to blush.

“I, uh—“ Steven clears his throat. “I came to let you know about my decision.”

Y/n perks up at his sentence, fulling facing him. “What did you decide?”

Steven bites his lip, looking anywhere but him. “I Want—“ he stutters out, growing embarrassed. “I—“

“Steven.” Y/n’s voice sounds close, looking up to see Y/n standing up close, his fingers brushing his cheek as he hums to himself. “That’s it, just relax.” He whispers, suddenly he feels light, better even. His heart is no longer beating rapidly, he feels calm and collective. “Good boy.” Y/n whispers, stroking his cheek with a smile.

Steven shudders at the pet name, looking down. “I decided that I want to work here as a tour guide and—I’ll allow you to take care of me.” He finally says, giving his answer. Y/n’s eyes lit up with excitement and joy as he pulls Steven close by the arm. “How exciting.” He grins. “Very well, Steven. I’ll accept this decision and keep to my promise.” He lets go of him and steps back, providing him some space before clearing his own throat.

“Why don’t we go to my office and discuss a few more things before we do anything.” He suggest. “Yeah, sounds good.” Steven nods in return as the two head to the office that once looked plain and simple, now, turned into something different. The walls contained different art pieces, the windows open and letting the light spill in while a shelf of books filled the right side of the wall. It was still spacious and the atmosphere felt warm unlike Wilson’s.

“Now.” Y/n goes behind his desk to pull out a pen and booklet. “I did say we will set boundaries if you were to agree. So, please, allow me to hear them and I will keep them noted.”

“Right.” Steven sits down across from him and thinks back to his and Marc’s conversation last night. “You promised no funny business.”

“I did and I tend to keep it.”

“Alright, Nothing that involves sexual activity.” Stevens face heats up, he expects y/n to laugh at him but instead the older man writes it down. “Very well, anything else?”

“Nothing fancy, I don’t do well in such settings and if you are to take me out to eat, anywhere that’s vegan works for me.” Y/n continues to write these down, nodding as Steven continues. “No one in the work place can know about this, about us.” Steven couldn’t bare having everyone know that he’s his bosses sugar baby. It would humiliate him.

“Anything else?” Y/n raised a brow, waiting for something more but Steven shakes his head. “That’s all.”

With that, y/n sets his notes aside and flips to a new page. “Very well, these are yours now you’ll listen to mine.”

Steven swallows nervously.

“I can’t do nights. Im a very busy man during those hours but the early mornings till afternoon are best.” He first states.

“I know you don’t like fancy settings but you’ll have to attend at least one or two galas with me—I’ll offer to pay you extra for those nights. Maybe an additional $5,000 if you allow me to hold your hand.” He smirks, Steven blushing deeply at the offer. “Alright.” He quietly agrees.

“Now, I won’t touch you without your permission and no—not sexually, just soft touching here and there.” Y/n would never do something to make Steven feel uncomfortable, he wanted the man to be as comfortable as possible when he’s around him.

“Only with permission.” Steven points out. Y/n agrees and writes it down. “Also like you said, we are to remain professional around the work area but if I call or text you during that time I will allow you to respond.” He shrugs, for all he knew he’d probably just want Stevens attention if his day were to turn bad or stressful.

“That seems to be everything.” Y/n smiles proudly as he sets both his and Stevens boundaries aside. “Now, you can keep mine and I’ll keep yours in case you tend to forget.” He hands the paper to Steven who accepts it. “Since the museum is closed right now, why don’t we start our first date today, huh?” He winks at Steven with a grin on his face.

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He takes Steven to a restaurant that served vegan breakfast, a place that neither Steven or Marc have heard about. “A friend of mine owns this place. He makes the best vegan food here and thought you’d like it.” Y/n explains as they get a table far away from the crowds and near the windows where they can see different people walking around and minding their own business.

Steven was amazed by the place, looking around in awe as he sits down and smiles. “It’s beautiful here, the interior is wonderful.” Y/n can’t help but stare at Steven, taking in his excitement over a small restaurant. “I’ll make sure to let him know.”

Their waiter provided them menus and steps aside to give them time to order. Stevens eyes widen at the prices, he knew how expensive vegan food could be but he didn’t expect it to be this much. “I—“

“Don’t forget Steven, choice whatever you want, I’ll be the one paying.” Y/n reminds him, looking over his menu to eye Steven before focusing back on the options.

“That’s right buddy, pick anything you want. We got ourselves a sugar daddy.”

Steven hears Marc laugh as he rolls his eyes, Marc was enjoying this a lot more than he was. After a few minutes he finally decides on what he wants to eat, letting their waiter know as he takes their menus and leaves the two alone. “Tell me Steven, what made you like Egyptology?” Y/n suddenly asks, tapping his finger against his water cup.

Steven shrugs. “You could say that I fell in love with Egypts history ever sense I was young. I always enjoyed learning something knew and wanted to visit the country someday, maybe explore a digging site.” Steven had a deep passion for ancient Egypt and could talk for hours on the subject.

“I visited Cairo once—very beautiful and full of life. Expect some people were a bit rude.” He can’t help but remember those men that Marc chased around town, demanding answers on Harrow and his men.

“That’s nice, I’ve never heard anyone fall in love with the history, not many people do.” Y/n didn’t have such a big passion like Steven did. His formal friend did and was always dragged around to digs and forced to learn them. But after meeting Anubis he couldn’t help but learn a bit more about it.

“Can I ask.” Said Steven. “Why?”

Y/n takes in a deep breath. “Your passion for Egypt reminds me of a late friend I used to have. I dedicated the museum to him actually, he was always forcing me to go with him on trips and always rambled about his findings. Everything he learned and taught me is something I placed in the museum. I want people to know what I learned and that that too can learn something new.” He finishes explaining.

“Oh, that’s nice kind of you—he must’ve been a great friend.”

Y/n laughs. “Yes he was.”

After their conversation their food had arrived, two plates set infront of them as Y/n thanks the waiter and offers his credit card, letting the man know that he is willing to pay it off early in order for them to enjoy their food. Once his card is taken he turns to watch Steven bite into his food, letting out a deep moan as he chews.

Y/n blushed at the noise, imagining Steven making those noises if he were to be underneath him. He shakes the filthy thought away. “Good?”

“Amazing!” Steven bursts out, taking another bite. He’s never had such an amazing meal like this before and he doesn’t regret eating it.

Y/n laughs and turns to his own food, eating his breakfast as the two continued to talk between bites. He finds out about Stevens childhood and the relationship with his mother, he tells him about his pet fish Gus and how he just a second one a few days back. He claims that he hasn’t named it yet. He also talks about his father, it really knowing the man since they fell apart at a young age.

Y/n takes the chance to return some background of his own. He lets Steven know about his own family and how he’s an only child, telling him where he studied and how he became a businessman. He also tells him about his pet dog, Anpu aka Anubis. The god didn’t mind if he was referred too as a dog, he has the ability to show up in other forms and one of them was a dog. He rarely used it, y/n enjoyed that form a lot more than any others. He still respected the god and remained loyal to him.

“You named your dog after Anubis? The god of death?” Steven chuckled, finding it a little funny. “What Can I say? I have a deep passion for the god of death.” He winks at Steven, taking a sip from his own tea.

Steven averts his gaze and smiles, shaking his head as they finished their meal. “I already paid for everything.” Y/n announced as they stand from their seats, he digs into his pocket and pulls out his wallet, taking out a few hundred bills and setting them on the table as a tip for the waiter.

“That’s a lot.” Steven gapes.

Y/n agrees. “That is a lot.” He frowns, adding an additional hundred bill before breaking out into a smile. “There we go, it was beginning to look to little.” He pockets his wallet after collecting their things, he offers his hand to Steven who hesitated at first before finally accepting the offered hand.

Y/n drags him away from the restaurant. “Why don’t we go visit some shops. I think it’s time you’ve become selfish and spoil yourself a little—“ he pulls Steven close the the waist, breathing down his neck and whispered. “Shall we?”

[babyhatesreality]

Hiya! I adored your latest work! Don’t worry about being rushing to get things out, it’s good not to push yourself too hard or overwork yourself! <3

If you’re still taking requests, what would Stucky be like if reader had to go to the doctor’s or dentist’s office for like checkup? (And/or what would reader be like too?)

Darling Nonnie!! Thank you so much for your kind words and encouragements!! You are so sweet and I appreciate you <3

I tried really hard to come up with a story here, but it hasn't come to me yet. Doesn't mean it won't, and if it does I triple pinky promise to write it all out for you. But in the meantime, here's some thoughts about what it would be like for Stucky to take Little to a checkup!

Even if it was just a run-of-the-mill wellness checkup with Uncle Bruce (who has his MD in my AU due to his own Littles and seeing the need amongst the Avengers Family), Papa would explain absolutely everything that would happen, or was happening, to you.

He remembers all too well his time with so many doctors in the 'old times' as you like to call them, both pre- and post-serum. Even though he trusts Bruce with his (and your) life, he still feels that you deserve the explanation of whatever is happening so you know exactly what's going on.

You would nod seriously and listen hard, because you always loved it when Papa explained things. You never got scared because Papa and Daddy were there.

Daddy was great about making you giggle and laugh during the whole thing. He would tell you made-up stories about all the people and the animals in the pictures on the walls of the colorful office, and you delighted in each new tale.

And since you were never scared at these visits, you were curious. Boy were you curious. The first couple times Bruce checked you out, your eyes looked like a cat's seeing a Christmas tree for the first time with every tool he used. You would try to grab every single instrument out of his hands in order to examine it yourself in wonder.

Papa and Daddy didn't let you get away with that- you got scolded more than a few times for it. But eventually Bruce just handed you the instrument first and let you examine it and play with it for a moment, before politely handing it back to him and sitting perfectly still for him to do whatever he needed to.

You sitting still had confounded Papa and Daddy at first. Bruce had shrugged with a grin, muttering that Pietro was the same way. "Let them get it out of their system, then they're good," he said, grinning at your stunned daddies.

Your favorite doctor toys (as you called them) were the otoscope (you loved the light that shined at the end of it and declared yourself an ear pirate since you were looking for treasure) and the stethoscope (Uncle Bruce let you listen to everyone's heartbeats, his included. You would concentrate so hard, your little tongue poking out of your mouth as you moved the diaphragm of the chest piece around, trying to find his or Papa's or Daddy's heartbeats. They could always tell the second you found it, because you would go perfectly still, your little mouth forming a round 'o' of wonder as you listened)

They all eventually began to love letting you *carefully* explore as Bruce checked you out.

If Uncle Bruce was busy, then Dr. Cho would check you out.

You didn't like this, because one time Dr. Cho had to give you a shot and you were never, ever, ever going to let THAT go.

If you had to visit Dr. Cho, you would only sit on Papa or Daddy's laps, holding their arms firmly around your waist, your eyes never leaving her. Every single move she made had you watching her like a hawk.

But she was always nice and polite, and other than that one time with the shot was super gentle. She would also let you pick out your own lollipop at the end, so maybe she wasn't all that bad. But you still weren't taking any chances.

Thank you!! <3 <3 <3 <3

[elvisabutler]

1k angst prompt “Did you really think it’d be that easy?” With your Elvis! Selkie au please

and never again i'll go sailing

fandom: elvis presley | elvis ( 2022 ) rating: t with brief implications of sex pairing: elvis presley x female reader word count: 4069 warnings: mentions of seal skin. me playing fast and loose with selkie myth. jerry is a werewolf. mention of gambling. mentions of the colonel. mentions of elvis's poor health. mentions of implied violence against other people. the reader briefly being concerned about violence against her. elvis's anger issues. fights in pools. author’s note: thank you for this anon! i apologize for how long you had to wait because i had a whole issue trying to write this. i do enjoy how it turned out and i hope if you're still reading this that you enjoy reading it! this was done for my 1k gala that's been closed since march, based on angst line “did you really think it’d be that easy?” this is based on/in the same universe as the selkie au i wrote. not required to read it but it makes things make a lot more sense. y'all know the drill, real elvis or austin elvis works fine for this despite the moodboard. also seriously anyone who likes this au earns my undying adoration. i truly never thought anyone would enjoy this let alone multiple people so it delights me to see it. i also thrive on comments as usual and welcome them into my askbox.

As it turns out detangling a man who signed away his life under what you feel were dubious circumstances at best was harder than it looked. It's a fact you shouldn't be surprised about, you figure, after all, since the very moment you laid eyes on Colonel Tom Parker across the table with your eyes peering at him over your cards. You knew he wasn't perhaps the most honest of men. You know that carny men were always slippery as snakes when it came to business. Once upon a time you had run into a lawyer who- while a piss poor poker player was actually quite competent at his job. Problem was that you never had quite clarified with him what branch of law he specialized in. His business card didn't even help on that front either. A voice inside the back of your head reminds you to point that out to the man. Partially out of the goodness of your heart but also in the interest of keeping the man practicing and under gainful employment, just so you could use of his services if need be beyond this particular day.

"His contract- it's- it's not ironclad, there's some wiggle room but it's a tricky one to get out of." You end up opening and closing your mouth several times before the lawyer- Aiden, you think his name is, takes pity on you. "You didn't think this was going to be easy did you?"

Your face hardens just slightly, a fact both Elvis and Aiden pick up on before Elvis lays a comforting hand on your shoulder and squeezes.

"Down, darlin'," he says before leaning closer so that only you can hear his next words, "down my yittle seal wife. Ain't gonna do us any good to have get angry and start barkin'. Leave that to me."

Your chest shrinks down from the puffed out position you were in as you side eye him, your words coming out a harsh whisper, "Hard to bark if you haven't been able to shift."

It's a cruel comment that you at least partially regret the moment it leaves your mouth. Elvis's face had fallen, hurt coloring his features before he plasters a smile on his face and looks over at Aiden. "Can ya help me though? Get me outta this mess- this lil trap he's got me in?"

Aiden looks between the pair of you and the papers in front of him and exhales. "I can but you have to give me a bit of time. Especially if you want it done right."

"I'm supposed to go on a tour in a month," Elvis frowns, "that too tight of a timeframe for you?"

"Depends, is your girlfriend going to be the one I'm having to tell that to or you?" He tries to quip but you aren't as good at gambling as you are without recognizing a person's tells. There is no way he can do this in a month but he isn't about to admit it to both of you.

You manage a hint of a smile before shaking your head. "Oh no, you'll be telling Elvis that all on your own. I won't have a thing to do with it."

Aiden looks at you suspiciously but manages to compose himself well enough to make it so Elvis doesn't notice- or doesn't care to pay attention. You figure he can sense that you know what he's saying is complete horseshit but for the sake of everyone involved it's best to just let it sit for now. It's best to let things sit and not press lest something blow up in everyone's faces.

The meeting goes for another ten minutes but it feels almost closer to an hour before you find yourself walking out with Elvis, his arm around your waist pulling you close enough that his nose buries itself in your hair as he murmurs to you. "Ya think he was lyin'? Think it's gonna be that easy for him to get it done that quick?"

"We'll see," you answer as you step into the car, not wanting to crush his hopes just this once, "we'll see."

In hindsight, not telling Elvis might have done more harm than good as you come to realize after the fourth argument in less than two weeks between him and the Colonel. You figure it's about the fact that he wants to be let go from the contract without paying an arm, a leg and Graceland to this man but tonight you realize the real reason. You realize that yes it's partially about that but it's also about you. It's about the skin.

"I told ya we've got it safe. She's keepin' it safe like she's supposed ta. Like ya were supposed ta, ya goddamn toad." Elvis's words are muffled through the door but you don't dare walk in to your shared room just yet. Perhaps it's because you want to spy a little or perhaps you're worried about his mood being taken out on you, not that he's necessarily given you the indication that he ever would do that. Normally he might somehow sense you're on the other side of the door but today he doesn't. It's silent for a moment except for Elvis's breathing and you almost make the move to enter before you hear another yell.

"Jus'- jus' lookin' out for me. That's fuckin' rich. Might've started out that way but keepin' the damn thing away from me damn near killed me. Ya would've fuckin' killed me if she hadn't-" There's a brief pause before he launches back into his tirade again. "No, I don't care that she lied 'bout it. Hell, she was gonna come clean. She- it ain't like 'Cilla, she's it. She's it and I wouldn't've known if she hadn't won it from ya. Jus'- Stop goddamn actin' like ya care. Stop actin' like my daddy."

The slam of the phone makes you jump on the other side of the door and finally has you turning the doorknob to get inside. Elvis is angry, it's clear as day from the tension in his shoulders, the way his chest- his glorious chest- heaves up and down with heavy breaths. It's clear as day and makes you feel surprisingly a little skittish as you walk up to him and place your hand on his shoulder.

"Calm do-" you start to say before stopping yourself, and making it so Elvis turns to face you, "breathe."

There's something fascinating in the way that Elvis relaxes at the request. You've known he doesn't take orders from anyone, truly and that if he doesn't want to do something and it doesn't involve his fans and performing? Oh, he won't do it. He is the quintessential ideal of you can lead a horse to water but you can't make it drink. But this time, in this case he relaxes so quickly that you can't help but smile and move to give him a kiss in a show of thanks.

You open up your mouth to ask him what that was about before he cuts you off, seemingly reading your mind. "I knew he wasn't gonna wanna let me go. Knew he'd hate ya 'cuz even when- even 'fore I knew ya had my skin he wasn't a fan of ya. Made it worse when I took my skin back from ya," your eyes tighten and water at the memory as Elvis continues, "and he told me that it wouldn't be easy. Told me comin' back that bein' wit' ya'd be hard as anythin' 'cuz I wouldn't know if ya wanted me even if ya couldn't control me. Didn't have my leash. And he jus' won't let it go. Won't admit to himself that he ain't gonna have me footin' his gamblin' bill and lifestyle much longer. I- I'm real thankful for everythin' he did but-"

"You want to be free. You want to do what you want with your career." You finish off his thought for him and move to cup his cheek. "You know you're going to get that, right? You know I'm not going to let him drag you back here. We're gonna get you untangled and we'll make plans to go to let you tour and I'll come with you. You'll get to swim in the Northern European waters. Get to swim in the Mediterranean."

Elvis's jaw tightens as he grips your wrist. "Yeah. If I can 'member how t' shift. Mama'd be embarrassed to see me strugglin' this bad."

A laugh, a small little chuckle leaves your lips as you shake your head. "From what I've heard she'd probably be more mad at the Colonel for keeping you from your skin for so long to cause it. You- You're putting too much thought into it."

Elvis hums before moving away from you. "Ya- Baby, Darlin', ya don't get it. Ya my yittle seal wife and ya got a goddamn seal who can't show off. Wanna let ya have me swim beside ya, wanna have ya watch me swim circles 'round ya. Without that- I ain't a very good selkie am I?"

You want to tell him that's not why you're with him. That the skin doesn't mean anything to you. You want Elvis no matter what he is or how his body betrays him. You want him mind, body and soul because he's already captured yours wholeheartedly. It's hard to explain that though, hard to explain that even if he wasn't a seal you'd still have fallen for him. You're so lost in your own thoughts swirling around your head that you miss some of his words and only catch the tail end of his last words.

"Can't have ya leavin' me for someone else."

Your heart threatens to break in two at the implication, at the mere idea of leaving him for someone else. It's never been about the skin even if it might have pushed you two together in ways you're both so very unsure of. It's been about him wiggling his way into your heart through talking and kissing and coming back after he was given back his skin. It doesn't take you a minute before you're practically forcing your way into his arms, your arms wrapping around his torso and pulling him in tight. He needs to feel how your heart beats for him and how you may have never figured you'd fall for him of all the people but God, you have fallen so irrevocably in love with him that there's no turning back. He doesn't speak and doesn't move for a long while before you feel him nuzzling at your hair and hear the inhale of his breath as he murmurs a few words.

"Promise me you won't take home away."

Promise you won't take you away is what he means you think and you can't help but nuzzle into his chest, his chest hair tickling your nose just a little as you whisper back. "They'd have to drag me away."

"I can't do it like this. Ya know how many people are goddamn watchin' from their rooms?" Elvis manages to keep his voice down to not attract more attention but all it does it aggravate you more.

"Do you have a better idea that works? You told me you don't think the bath works and it's not like we can just go off to Lake Mead. There's a finite amount of options, Elvis." You mutter, running your hand across your face. "You want to practice trying to shift and tomorrow's shows are canceled. It's the perfect time to do it."

Elvis hates how nervous he sounds when he speaks again. He's a man who doesn't get embarrassed, who's been in the spotlight for damn near two decades- there's no reason for him to be so shy about this but it's different. Shifting isn't supposed to be done where other people can see it unless he trusts them. Only Jerry and you and maybe some of the Mafia are supposed to see. Family is supposed to see, not fans who want to catch a glimpse of Elvis Presley. "They're gonna see and it's gonna be-"

"It's gonna be what? Elvis, it is 11PM, I don't know who you think is being nosy and looking outside their window but it's just me here. It's just your goddamn seal wife trying to help you shift." Your anger and frustration are starting to get the better of you and you can feel your body heating up the angrier you get. "Just relax, Elvis."

In a flash Elvis is in front of you, his wet hair sticking to the sides of his face and the top of his head. Another time and you'd think this was the most attractive you've seen him for a while but right now all it does is frustrate you. "Can't relax with ya tryin' to yell at me. It's- goddammit, Y/N, ya don't- it's supposed to be easy. Like breathin' for me. And here I am struggling to even get one part of my body to turn the way it should."

Your first instinct is to push back at him, to remind him that you're not trying to yell at him but he's pushing every single one of your buttons and the two of you are far too alike when it comes to that. But you hear the frustration in his voice and the hurt that his body won't cooperate. He's been able to halt the damage caused by not having the skin for so long but he can't seem to reverse this damage. His body is still betraying him even after he gave it the one thing it was missing. Your chest twists a little at the realization as you watch Elvis tread the water with you in the pool. Looking at his face you're reminded of the little boy he must have once been learning how to shift from his mama and in that moment you swear you feel a cold breeze wash over you that has you shivering loud enough for Elvis to pull you close to him.

"Ya alright?" He asks, but there's this pleading edge to it, a desire for you to answer yes even if you're not.

"Just a little wind, E," you answer simply before moving to cup his face. "Did you really think it was going to be that easy to relearn how?"

His face is bashful when he answers and if you weren't still at least a bit frustrated with him you'd have laughed at how it turns him into what feels like a sixteen year old boy in trouble with his mama. "I did. I learned it once from mama. Should be able to 'member how."

A hum leaves your lips as you shake your head. "You also didn't shift for over a decade. You forget things, bury them down when they aren't useful to you any more. Just- breathe, Elvis. Relax and take a deep breath and try again. Picture you and I in Hawai‘i when this is all over. You swimming around me, nuzzling at me. Showing everyone I'm yours."

The pair of you shut your eyes together, just swimming next to one another, treading the water and breathing until you hear a splash that has your eyes shooting open. The pool is darker than you'd like but you had been able to see Elvis up until now. Your breath quickens as you quietly call out his name. You can't see him and there was that splash and the panic threatens to wrap around you before you feel a nudge against your leg. You feel a large nudge that's only able to be done by something not human against your leg and you look down to see what looks like a seal in the water. The only response that comes to mind is a squeal as you see him, delight overwhelming you before Elvis manages to peek his head above the water. The bark he makes at you sounds so much like his laughter that you can't help but laugh and pull him into a hug, ignoring just how slippery he is.

He shifts back quicker than you think he'd like but it's progress. It's a step in the right direction.

You were right about Aiden not being able to make it so Elvis didn't have to go on the tour and Elvis's reaction isn't pretty to say the least. He keeps himself in check purely because you're there reminding him that Aiden is trying and it's just one more tour. It's just one more grueling tour before he can take easier ones. Before he can take his time spending days at a time in cities if he wants. The reminder helps but once you're back to the hotel and the Colonel is knocking on the door you know what you're destined to deal with is Elvis's anger and depression over the matter. You have pressing issues you have to attend to and it's the only reason you don't stay up there during the meeting and why Elvis doesn't press.

Two hours later and you enter a dark room with Elvis reading something in the low light of a lamp by the bed. Any other time and you'd slink out of your clothes and climb in next to him but you choose to remain in your clothes and sit on the edge of the bed. "That bad?"

"That bad," he answers simply, turning a page with pursed lips. "Ain't gonna get a wink of sleep. Added one more date to make up for my foolishness and- I jus' wish ya were comin'. Know ya can't 'cuz there ain't a damn thing in our life that can be easy but- ya'd have made it better. Made it easier to handle. Ya gotta make him work harder, darlin'. Can't do another season like this. I gotta get outta here."

The aggravation and hurt seep into your voice despite your best efforts. You've known Elvis expects a lot from the people he cares about but you've been trying harder than anyone else to make sure he can run free. To make sure he can swim whenever and wherever he wants. You're the one in charge of his skin, you're his seal wife and he's damn near treating you like an actual one. "E, you don't think that's what I've been trying' to do? That's all I want for you. I don't want you tied down like you have been. I don't think you have many years left in you if you are. You need to be able to get out of this city permanently. Sure, you can come back if you want but not- you need to not be tied down and be forced to come back year after year. You deserve freedom."

Freedom to do whatever even if it means running off from you and finding someone who doesn't know about him being a seal. Who he can count on being in love with him without a skin binding them together. You don't necessarily want to be his legal wife but getting called his yittle seal wife hurts sometimes. As if all you're there for it to be another bodyguard for Elvis Presley. "I'm trying."

Elvis looks up from his book and notes the hurt on your face before setting it down on the nightstand and opening up his arms as a hint for you to cuddle up to him. When you do he presses a kiss to your temple. "'m just angry, darlin'. Keep havin' things get in our way and I- I felt like this with 'Cilla. Felt so in love and I don't feel like losin' that again. Wanna make a life wit' ya. Travel the world. Have ya meet my lil pup." His words trail off as he moves his hand down to your torso, not saying another word for a moment. "Wanna build a life that we can both enjoy, ya know? Don't wanna push ya away. Don't wanna- I jus' want things to be a lil easier for us. Ain't we been through enough already? Jus' need a break from God. Been askin' him for one."

You're not nearly as religious as Elvis but you've been praying for God to do it too. He deserves it and you like to think you do too. It's a simple request that just hasn't been fulfilled yet. You bite your lip before you speak. "Maybe it's coming soon. It's like your shifting, Elvis. Just give it time."

"Darlin', like ya said, I ain't sure I got a lot of that left."

It's funny how something about that night changes things. He goes on tour and gives brilliant performances and you hear about the articles and the reporters talking about how he's more invigorating than he has been in years and it fills you with warmth. He's showing off the man you fell for. The man who has all the energy in the world for his fans on the stage and off it. He's a man with a new outlook on life and it does something to you. It reminds you that all this is going to be for naught if he has to come back her to wilt. Aiden is more a little terrified of you after the second time you come by in less than a week, demanding an update better than he's working on it.

A judge has to get involved and you have to get Elvis's permission to use funds to keep things hush hush and out of the papers. This is a private matter for now, it doesn't need to be plastered everywhere, tarnishing his reputation and tarnishing the goodwill he's receiving. The judge as it turns out takes one look at the contract and the circumstances surrounding it and throws it out. Doesn't make the Colonel pay anything back and lets him keep small residuals of Elvis's income- a fact you're not a fan of but will concede to just as much as Elvis does. But they free him.

Elvis has to get a new manager and asks Jerry to step in at least for a little bit, just to smooth over a transition unless he wants to balance him and the Beach Boys. Jerry does and it's- it works better than you think it will as you watch the two men work together with an ease you almost envy. A world tour is planned faster than you think was possible until Jerry tells you everyone's had it in their back pocket without Elvis knowing. They only realized it might become a reality when they saw how you and him interacted. They saw a hope that they thought was gone for good.

The first night at Graceland is calmer than you think it would be and you find yourself against Elvis's chest, playing with his chest hair as you both bask in an afterglow that rivals the best of shows or the best of poker hands. Elvis voice rumbles in his chest as he speaks. "Finally get to do what I want when I want. Think it's gonna get easier now?"

"Maybe," you murmur, kissing his chest. "But, there's a quote, I think, that goes something like nothing worthwhile in life is easy. And I like to think all of this qualifies. Figure you and I do too." You pause. "I wouldn't complain if it did get easier though. It's been an exhausting time."

"Mhmm," Elvis hums, "think we oughta take a vacation after the new tour. One where I don't work. Hawai‘i and the two of us with Cilla and Lisa sounds-"

You cut him off with a kiss. "Sounds like perfection and like the easiest thing in life for us to do. Four months traveling the globe and stopping there for another month."

The smile that crosses his face is brighter than any sun and you can't help but smile back. "That- That's why you're the perfect seal wife for me. Goddamn brilliant woman."

"Goddamn charming seal." You quip back before he lets out an mock offended gasp and rolls on top of you as you both laugh until you're breathless.

It might not have been easy but it's worth it.

[pokegalla]

Hello!

I’m unsure of which AUs you write for, but can I request either Cross or Template!Error with who has a crush on the reader,

but the reader has an extremely deep voice (Corpse husband type of deep) and dress very dark and seem intimidating but they are actually really friendly and funny once someone talks to them?

Thank you!

- 🐨

Hello!

Sorry for the uncertainty. Allow me to explain! You see I know a LOT of AUs and I decided to not make a list because I thought it might be a bit much. That’s why I wouldn’t mind getting requests of any AU even with the possibility of not knowing it.

I get to learn a new AU and you get a character you love! A win-win deal I might say. So don’t be afraid to request even rare AUs! Now for your request, I’ll be doing both! (Template is definitely a rare one so how could I NOT write about him?!)

Enjoy!

Cross:

* At first he was cautious of you. Everything about you was intimidating from your looks to your voice. He would observe you and keep a distance.

* Eventually he’ll begin to pick up on your friendliness though. Like that one time Epic wanted to invite him for a game night and coincidentally he invited you as well. He learned of Epic’s plans to get him to get more comfortable around you. It almost backfired when you approached him but he immediately calmed down when you pass him a bag: Filled with Tacos.

* He started to warm up to you. Especially when Epic and you were having a mini meme war. He never laughed as hard as he did that night. In fact it was then he realized he might actually like you MORE then just a pal.

* This boi can’t hide the pinning on you. Seriously he leaves gifts, blushes a lot around you, even dropped a few flirts your way. But he denies it. BOI WHY IS YOU LYING-?

* He gets teased so much that if you didn’t figure it out before, you learned it cause Epic was hyping him up and Cross proudly said it out loud….while you were passing by. Whoops.

Mini story time!!!

You decided to visit Epic cause you found some limited time special edition cookies that looked soooooo awesome you just HAD to share it with him. You smile and wonder if maybe Cross was there as well. Now sure you are usually in your own little world but you’re not dense. You knew Cross seemed to have a little crush on you. You would be lying if you said you weren’t interested. He was very adorable when he was blushing and all embarrassed when Epic teased him. Maybe today you’ll tell him how you feel.

“C’mon Bruh! Say it with more bruh power!!!” Epic shouted. You sweat dropped. What are they up to?

“I….I-I like them….,” Cross muttered.

“Nah bruh! Say it with your chest!” Epic shouted as you appeared by the doorway.

“I LOVE THEM!!! I LOVE (Y/N)!!! AND IM FINALLY GONNA TELL THEM HOW I FEEL,” Cross shouted. Your eyes widen and a slight blush went across your face.

“Love you too, Crossy,” You spoke up. Cross turned around in shock. “Now c’mon and share some cookies with me.”

“Cooooooookies,” Epic shouted. He ran after you as you walked into the kitchen. Cross was still in shock.

But he chuckled and ran after you two, “Wait for me!” You three enjoy some cookies and Cross finally gave you a kiss.

Template:

* You low key scared the poor cinnamon roll. But he kept his confident hero persona up and greeted you with no hint of fear. (Minus some flinching and stuttering on some occasion).

* You felt bad as you noticed it and tried to get him to be more comfortable around you. You try not to tower over him, you speak softly but loud enough to be heard, and you get him gifts (usually Ink-related stuff). He notices your careful yet friendly actions and feels all warm inside from your attentiveness.

* You’ll notice his change in behavior when he gets comfortable with you: more energetic, always making sure you’re ok, and usually sticks by you more often. He even jokes about being your hero and to count on him to be protecting you. (My god he’s too cute-)

* What’s annoying is that he is kinda oblivious to his own pinning. He goes on and on about you without realizing it. Even PALE fricking figured it out. When he DOES realize it, he becomes really flustered. Ever had a fanboy? Well now you do. He just becomes EXTRA energetic and EXTRA protective of you.

* Sometimes it might be a bit much. So when you confront him, he accidentally blurts out his feelings. He becomes extremely flustered upon realizing what he just said…..lol aw poor guy.

Mini story time!!!

“I’m JUST saying I don’t need to be watched over all the time Template! I can handle myself,” You explained to him.

“B-But if something happened to you, I could never forgive myself,” Template explained.

You sigh, “I appreciate your concern but it’s not necessary. Like why are you so worried about me?”

“Because I love you (Y/n)! You’re so special to me and-,” He suddenly paused realizing what he said. You watched as his whole skull was completely flushed, “I-I mean….that’s not what I….”

Oooooooh you understood the problem. You were pleasantly surprised but it made sense of why he seemed so clingy nowadays. You approached him and gave a small kiss on his teeth.

“It’s ok….I love you too. Just please take it easy from now on ok?” You said.

“D-D-Does that mean w-w-we’re a couple now?!” He asked. You nodded making him jump for joy. “I promise I’ll do my best for you! And….alright I’ll stop worrying too much.”

You smile, “Thank you.”

[ineffablelunatic]

BBC Ghosts Mermaid AU

This is an AU for which I'm planning on making art of all the characters and possibly writing fanfiction (yay!)

Alison and Mike are two hapless sailors who inherited a houseboat from a distant relative. After modifying it a little so it can travel longer distances on the sea, they set out on an adventure, followed by an unlikely pod of mermaids. This is a fantasy universe which is fairly modern day, but things like mermaids and sirens exist and pirates are proper old fashioned pirates with cutlasses and treasure maps. You may have to suspend your disbelief in places.

Robin - an anglerfish (because the light looks like Moonah). He's travelled all over the ocean and nobody knows how old he is, but his light drew all of the mermaids into the pod. He's the group storyteller and he's incredibly wise.

Humphrey - exiled from the court after being blamed for a plot against the royals, he began to journey into the deep sea before seeing Robin's lamp and following it. He has deeper gills than most around his neck and large neck fins.

Mary - after spending most of her life living quietly in a kelp forest, she was captured by sailors to become a sideshow curiousity. Luckily she was saved by Robin and Humphrey at the last minute, but she's still wary about humans.

Kitty - a tropical fish. She adores human culture, and acts a lot like Ariel from The Little Mermaid. Instead of a feather on her head she has a large floppy fin, and she loves befriending other fish and exploring the ocean. She also likes spending time on the coral reef.

Thomas - a siren (although he's very bad at it). He is awful at singing and despite his best attempts to woo Alison, he has no luck. He turned to poetry as a last resort, and unfortunately he is equally inadequate at that, too. His cousin Francis, a much more adept siren, once stole a human girl he was in love with from him, and as such he spends a lot of the time sulking.

Fanny - her husband tried to kill her by forcing her into fisherman territory, and then told everyone that she was dead. She was therefore unable to return to her former life of luxury, and is furious about it. From a noble bloodline, she spends most of the time complaining and talking about how "mermaids were just better back in the day". None of the others mind.

Captain - after rising in rank during the mermaid war, his partner was stolen by pirates. He never forgave himself and instead left the army to join the Button House mermaid pod. He still wears his army uniform, more out of habit than anything else. He looks after Kitty as her excitement about humans, though sweet, could get her seriously hurt.

Pat - he was a community leader in his small village, and often helped out the fishermen on the land. As such he learned a lot of their customs and habits, making him very interesting to the other mermaids who know almost nothing about human life. One day a group of young boys accidentally clipped his fin with a fishhook, and though he doesn't blame them, it obviously hurts him sometimes.

Julian - he was a member of the parliament before flirting with the wrong mermaid, which resulted in his tail being partially skinned. He has the lower body of a shark, but gets comically outraged when someone thinks that he's an actual shark. This happens when Alison first sees him and assumes she's about to be eaten.

Other details: the pigeon is a dolphin who wakes up Alison and Mike every morning at sunrise.

Barclay is a cruise ship owner who enjoys tormenting Alison and Mike. His dogs are trained sharks (don't ask me how that works because I don't know).

When they're going on long journeys, Alison puts the mermaids in a tank on the boat so they don't have to swim the whole way. Sometimes she wishes that she had just left them behind because they complain so much.

The main antagonist in this AU would be pirates, probably with a subplot of trying to get Havers back / being generally nuisanced by Barclay. Maybe at some point his cruise ship would be captured by pirates and they would have to save him.

There are sea monsters and other mystical creatures in this universe, which results in a lot of shenanigans.

The art I did for captain is here. I'll probably make the others soon, and if I have time I'll write the fic as well.

[dairy-farmer]

Okay, but like an AU where Jason never died, so Tim never becomes Robin and meets Bruce as a civilian. Tim, whos parents are alive, but doesn't get along with so he applys to be Bruce Wayne's personal secretary, maybe as an intern. Bruce who generally doesn't seriously date many date girls, much less ones younger then his oldest son age suddenly clicking with his extremely young gender fluid secretary who sometimes wears teasing little skirts with oversized sweaters and sometimes flattering bottom downs with form-fitting slacks and everything in-between.

Bruce who was always wears a mask, is always the perfect public example of whatever he's being (the perfect playboy socialite, the perfect father, the perfect CEO, the perfect vigilante, but never showing all the cards in his deck to Anyone) suddenly meeting this adorable little civilian kid, and just... falling heads over heels in love. Letting down his barriers in a way he doesn't, a way he never has before. Struggling with his desire to share everything with Tim with whom he connects with so completely. Tim with his soft figure and beautiful, brilliant brain who meets him where he is in a way he didn't think was possible. Beautiful, perfect Tim.

Can you imagine the reaction when Bruce finally gives in and decided 'fuck it, Tim's the one' and marrying him or at the very least bringing him home and letting him see every part of him? The press tearing him part in the news for getting together with this 20 year secretary intern, his family hurt and assuming he's being mind controlled or at the very least manipulated by Tim, the shock and disbelief of his co-worker, both caped and otherwise. His kids, who are older then Tim who feel betrayed.

And Bruce who's finally with someone who can be that everything to him. Who owns him wholly just as he owns Tim. Who accepts him for the overly controlling kinky bastard he is. Tim, who will play any role in Bruce's life, be it housewife, lover, partner, and/or best friend and anything in-between loving how utterly codependent they quickly become. Maybe even getting a pregnant right off the bat and loving it, because he and Bruce are soulmates, and Tim just wants to be Bruce's everything (not that he doesn't love being knocked up in its own right, but for Bruce he would have as many kids as his petite little body could pop out). Who adore how Bruce's big, large hands completely swallow his plush little tits, who's monster cock wrecks his little pink pussy every night, who brands his ownership of Tim onto this skin with bruises from being held too tight, who speaks his ownership into Tim's ears and heart with candied words of adoration and possession, whispering how good, who perfect Tim is for him. How he'll never let him escape, how no one and nothing could ever take him from Bruce. How he'll stay and love him the way he deserves, and Tim melts for it. Falls in love a little bit more even as the world looks on them in horror and derision and tries to save Tim from the very thing that is his salvation.

Because Tim? Tim is just as broken and in need of Bruce as Bruce is. They do complete each other, afterall. ♡♡♡

(Sorry I just dumped this in your inbox. I typed this on my phone with I know it's riddled with typos but like I also had to share this with someone and I figured you were the one. Also, that AU you've been posting about, where Tim is obsessed with being pregnant very much inspired this, as I'm sure you can tell. Anyways, I live your writing and I hope you have a great day! Cheers ~♡♡♡)

ANON THIS IS INCREDIBLE!!!!

it's so perfect, the scenario, their meeting, them just clicking so well.

with tim it's not instant. bruce doesn't magically meet him and think 'this is him, he's the one' it's something that seeps into him steadily the more he meets tim.

they're alike. very alike.

it's almost laughable to say because tim couldn't be more different from him. where bruce is big, tim is small. where bruce is rough, tim is smooth. where bruce is cruel, tim is sweet. but that's where the extent of their differences end. but there's something there... something in the static of the air or the angle of the light that strikes something in him. because when bruce looks at him he feels like he's looking into a mirror.

there's something cracked in tim, bruce can see it clear as day.

tim had a good upbringing, bruce knows that. he knows it from the file he gathered on him after the recruitment office sent him an email about his new secretary starting on Monday, here's his name, a copy of his I.D badge, make sure to forward any relevant work to his new email which is included below.

boarding school all throughout his childhood. world touring parents who got a divorce when tim was 14. a smooth seperation, not drawn out at all. they signed the papers and were now mr. jack marvin drake and miss. janet lynn wolfman. janet owned a penthouse in New York and was the owner of a historical artifacts gallery that hosted lavish events. tim visited her for every weekend and holiday in the custody agreement.

jack drake still resided in the city and had a rather nice mansion in the heart of gotham. he also owned several properties including the house next door to bruce's which was rented by a nice family who had a son that used a wheelchair. he'd insisted on tim continuing his education at a private school in gotham (which offered a discount to in-state residents). tim had graduated from his school a year early with honors and he'd been a member of the school's tennis team, the computer club, the AV club, and the gardening club.

a few weeks before he'd been hired, tim had moved out of the house he shared with his father and moved into a small studio by the bowery. phone records revealed that both his mother and father had been sending him calls that went unanswered and texts that alternated between threatening to revoke funds from his bank account and begging him to think about his future. bruce got his answer to that situation in the form of a letter from tim's guidence counselor expressing concern about tim's lack of motivation and interest in pursuing higher education.

jack drake had a master's in finance along with his wife who also had a PhD in anthropology. bruce could recall the few times alfred put his foot down and him telling bruce that he was absolutely not leaving the country without completing a college education was one of them.

he'd begged and threatened just like tim's parents had and part of bruce had thought of...just going anyway. but as a teenager, he'd never had the balls to do it.

tim, it seemed, did.

the extent to which bruce had felt for him at the time had been vague interest.

then he'd met him.

a soft blue cardigan with brown corduroy slacks that had a cotton button-up tucked in. shiny black shows and the sweetest blue eyes staring up at him. he looked...soft. he looked like a bunny and bruce felt like a coyote stumbling across him. so easy to tear up, to manipulate. he felt like he could lean over and bite tim, picking him up by the scruff.

bruce couldn't explain it but he felt like a creep with how much he wanted to just stare at tim.

tim is a good assitant. he learns quickly and is always on hand. all of bruce's assistants had been good, they could all do that too.

but tim outperforms them in one aspect.

he could anticipate bruce's needs.

he kept tissues in his pocket when bruce got a runny nose, extra pens of every color in hand in case bruce's ran out. candy in a jar when bruce got the occasional craving for something sweet. mints in a little metal tin in case bruce forgot to brush his teeth and had to speak at a meeting. a sewing kit for when bruce popped a button.

bruce's stress of the day at the office slowly...floated away.

he didn't worry about misreading a document because tim double-checked it for him. he never missed a deadline because tim made sure everything was allotted a specific time and completed three days in advance. when he was absent from work with an injury or a case that required continuous surveillance, tim provided a cover for him.

but that last one was where something tugged inside him. the days where he wasn't in the office, when he didn't see tim. they seemed so much...harder.

he'd stretch his hand out for something and there'd be no one there filling his need. he'd turn his head with a request on the edge of his tongue only to be met with empty space.

tim he'd...he'd become necessary for bruce's function. for his work.

civilian work at least.

as batman he was still carrying a heavy load made heavier by the fact that jason was still in college and could only offer so much of his time.

with jason being away, dick only occasionally visiting, damian preferring the titans and dick over him it got....bruce was....lonely.

leaguers all had things going on, bruce's children were all perfectly fine without his hovering and tim...

bruce started spending more time at work. he started striking up conversations, asking tim about his interests, listening to his opinions and bruce found himself smiling more, laughing.

tim had such quick wit and a dry sense of humor. he could see as well as bruce could how full of shit so many of W.E's upper management was. when bruce made some vague joke making a reference to an old book that was out of print, tim understood it. he understood it and laughed.

tim went with him on business trips and, bruce knew he was being inappropriate- he was crossing a boundary of employer-employee behavior. but when it came to it...they shared a hotel room.

they'd had separate beds but bruce he'd just...he'd wanted to keep the conversation they were having on roman influences in modern media culture going. they'd been so happy chatting on the plane and at the airport and then in the car. when they'd arrived to the hotel and the concierge had asked if he was checking one or two in he'd....

tim had gone off to finding a vending machine for water because bruce had coughed in the car and tim picked up on his thirst.

so bruce had lied.

just a small one, not even the worse lie he'd ever told in his life.

he'd said one and told tim that the company had screwed up somehow and they were sharing. tim hadn't hesitated to believe him and that night it was- it was one of the best night's of bruce's life.

he and tim had stayed up late like two kids at a sleepover. they'd ordered exorbitant amounts of room service and watched the movie. tim had explained every joke and punchline bruce hadn't. bruce had tightened his grip on tim to reassure him during each jumpscare and they'd fallen asleep in a bad position that left them with sore necks in the morning. they'd barely made it to the meeting in time and rather than being stressed or pissed like he normally would, bruce chuckled and smiled at the sight of tim darting around the room, gathering both his bruce's notes and cursing every deity that existed (some of which bruce had met) for his alarm not going off.

they exchange numbers. personal numbers and bruce sends tim pictures and messages that have nothing to do with the job. telling him about a good restaurant that just opened up and would tim like to join him in trying it out.

bruce doesn't recall when the line was crossed. doesn't remember when he sent the first 'i miss you' text and tim replied with hearts and and 'i miss you too'.

there should've been an alarm that went off in bruce's head the same way it did when he got...too close to someone, too invested. there should've been another alarm going off about professionalism. about him making tim uncomfortable by putting moves on him. on the unfair power dynamics between them because what if tim was just 'reciprocating' because he didn't want to lose his job. on the danger inherently present there for himself. how tim could decide to stop it, how he could go to HR or the media and talk about how bruce wayne won't stop bothering him, coming onto him, making him uncomfortable.

but that thought hadn't even crossed bruce's mind. the idea that tim wasn't as interested as he was. the idea that they're doing something bad.

there's no way to spin their interactions as anything other than inappropriate. maybe that's why bruce hides it. why he uses a separate phone to talk to tim, why he doesn't tell alfred or any of his children about tim even though his chest begs to say things like 'today tim said, today tim did, today tim told me'.

he wants to talk about tim all the time with someone. wants to tell them about how wonderful he is, how amazing he is, how he just gets bruce. but something possessive in bruce always stops him.

because he doesn't want to share tim's existence with the world and because he doesn't want them to go digging and then frown at him with the judgement he knows would be there.

because tim is young.

very young. he's about three years younger than jason and eight years younger than dick. he's more than half of bruce's age.

bruce is so much older, has so much more life experience. he's tim's boss.

so bruce keeps quiet, keeps it a secret even though he's desperate for tim to stay by his side at all times. the hours in a 9 to 5 aren't enough. he want's to bring tim home with him. he wants to pack him in his briefcase like he does his paperwork and carry him home, he wants to lay tim down on his fluffed up pillows and stare at his sweet face as he falls asleep like he did that night in the hotel.

he wants to wake up and see tim's drowsy eyes as they blink open and squint at the light flooding the room.

he wants. he wants. he wants.

bruce moves into the penthouse. he tells the family it's because of a case he wants to more closely monitor.

bruce invites tim up one night, he makes him dinner using a recipe he'd closely studied and analyzed so there was no way he could fuck it up.

they share a bottle of wine and a piece of cake tim had bought from a bakery. bruce's eyes linger on the frosting coating tim's lips for too long, his hands clench around his fork when a pink tongue darts out to lick it up.

tim was pretty. very pretty.

he wore soft, nice clothes that fit his body so nicely. a-line skirts that fanned his creamy thighs and were likely much shorter than was approved by the dress code. tight slacks that showed off his every curve and tight little ass. bruce knew he didn't wear a bra to cup his soft little tits. he knew because he never saw a peek of its outline when tim wore white white shirts or tight tops that revealed the soft slope of his breasts.

but bruce got confirmation that night when he slid his hands under tim's shirt and felt the plushness of them. he rolled pink nippled between his fingers until they hardened and sucked on the buttery softness of them until tim was gasping.

bruce hadn't had a condom on hand. he hadn't planned it, he really hadn't. he'd just wanted to eat dinner with tim.

tim hadn't minded at all, begging bruce to fuck him harder, to fuck him faster. and tim was so small and bruce should've worried about hurting him, about preparing him well enough to take him but bruce hadn't he'd just fucked. his cock had ripped into tim until tim was arching and twitching around him, cumming from bruce's cruel fingers digging into his clit with a fury.

tim had gone boneless and then softly urged bruce to finish, to take what he needed. anything that he wanted, tim would give him.

it was a long night and by morning bruce had still wanted more.

when they were alone in his office, bruce would slip a hand under tim's skirt and pump a few fingers in him. at the copy machine, bruce would slide past and grope his tit. while tim poured him coffee bruce would have a hand on his ass. bruce waits until the office is empty and devoid of anyone including the cleaning crew before flipping tim's skirt up and taking what he needs.

tim is all too happy to give it to him, expression twisted in bliss and thanking bruce with every pump into him. 'thank you thank you thank you thankyouthankyou-'

bruce asks tim to move into the penthouse when the rest of the manor starts asking why he hasn't been back in awhile. even if tim's not with him, bruce will know exactly where he is and what he's doing.

bruce watches tim through the cameras. he watches as tim tidies up, as he irons bruce's suits for him. watches as he sweeps and dusts and starts up dinner than bruce will be joining him for. bruce tells alfred he has something to take care and to wrap his plate up, he'll take it for lunch the next day. bruce enters the penthouse like a husband home from a long day of work and kisses tim in greeting.

tim's place by his side is usual sight around W.E. at gala's 'bruce wayne's assistant' accompanies him. the media and dick joke about bruce working him to the bone. they still haven't met him. bruce keeps his tim in the penthouse and at home.

bruce's possessiveness hasn't waned and allowing the newspapers to get photos of them is just another way for bruce to stake his claim over tim. he's mine.

tim belongs to him. he stays in the penthouse like a good little wife and brue loves the sight of him when he opens the door but it...it's not enough.

there's something missing from the picture and bruce realizes it while he's rolling tim's soft hand between his palms.

"there should be a ring here," bruce tells tim softly as his cock is nestled inside his warm, wet, heat.

bruce makes the announcement three days later during a standard interview. the man with a notepad and microphone is wrapping up and he turns to bruce and the camera with a final question said jokingly.

"anything you'd like to add mr. wayne"

and bruce smiles, a genuine thing that has both the interviewer and the camerawoman faltering.

he replies with overflowing happiness in his voice.

"i'm getting married."

no one remembers what the interview was about, all anyone cares about is that one final line.

he's getting married. bruce wayne is getting married.

bruce's phone is ringing and buzzing with the amount of calls and texts he's receiving. his inbox if overflowing with emails from HR and Tamara Fox who is in charge of public relations.

press interview, in the morning. all the newspapers in gotham are banging at the door for it. bruce replies with some halfhearted agreement more focused on the sight of tim staring at the diamond ring on his finger with awe.

the press interview is...it could've gone better. if it was 20 years ago the vitriol and edges of disgust would've been aimed at tim. he would've been seen as a 'golddigger' a 'tramp'.

now he's a victim. and bruce is the big bad man that manipulated his 17 year old assistant into being his plaything.

one of the reporters ask if tim is pregnant and if that's why they're getting married and some part of burce shivers with pleasure at the idea.

tim fat and rounded with his child. his belly full with bruce's baby.

if tim got pregnant. he'd never be able to leave bruce.

the crowd goes silent at the smile that creeps across bruce's face and a tensed hush falls over them when bruce replied with a 'not yet'.

tim watches the interview and bawls into bruce's arms when he returns.

"did you mean it? did you really mean it?"

bruce spends the rest of the night showing that he did.

his family isn't happy with him. the justice league isn't happy with him. though the latter is gentler about it.

asking specific questions and making pointed jabs about bruce's age, remarking about how young tim is and isn't this all going a little fast?

"nonsense." bruce replies to that one. "we've known each other for three years now."

"and how long have you been together for those years?" clark asks, concerned furrow to his brow because the planet is running the story like there's no tomorrow. lois land has been encroaching on viki vale's territory and they're in the middle of some kind of dick-measuring contest.

bruce stares at clark and raises a brow at the less than subtle approach.

"we had sex after he turned 18 if that's what you're worried about"

and clark's face twists.

"bruce." he says later. "you have to know that there's something not right with this, don't you. he...tim is- i'm sure he's a wonderful kid but that's just it, he's a kid."

bruce knew his announcement wouldn't be well received. he knew he'd be burning some bridges but if a single person around him cared for him even an ounce as much as tim did- they'd understand.

bruce had been prepared to be disappointed. and he was.

dick is furious and jason is uncomfortable and damian is...quiet.

"his parents say they haven't spoke to him in three years bruce- do you have any idea how that sounds? that he cut contact with them after meeting you?"

dick is angry because he doesn't want to come to terms with the possibility that bruce was doing something bad under their noses.

"tim had already been estranged from them before he met me, you can check his phone records i have them here."

and dick's face twists when brue offers them to him.

bruce overhears jason talking to a tense alfred about it in the kitchen.

"he's younger than i am alfie, how could he think this is okay? i mean- shit you know i checked my yearbook because i recognized the name 'tim drake' since they're blasting it everywhere? we went to high school together alfie! he was timmy drake, the kid they kept beating up for wearing the girl's uniform!"

well that at least cleared the air on that because some articles had been less than kind in painting bruce as some kind of perverse boss that made his employees dress in skirts for his sexual pleasure.

bruce returns to the penthouse one day to see it trashed and immediately turns on the emergency alert while he searches the apartment with fear filling his throat. he finds tim roughed up in the bedroom with damian pointing a katana at his neck an demanding that he 'release' bruce from his spell.

dick is the one who talks him down while bruce fusses over tim who is begging bruce to not take it out on damian that he didn't hurt him at all and that's when bruce realizes his hands are clenched into shaking fists and there's an anger in him that has his jaw trembling.

jason is silent as he looks around. staring at the photos littering the bedside and around the penthouse, all the signs of its two inhabitants.

"you've had him living here with you. haven't you?" he asks, voice devoid of emotion. dick freezes and also begins to silently take in their surroundings.

bruce doesn't deny it, too focused on tim who has a small cut on his hand from the kitchen knife. he'd been in the middle of preparing dinner.

despite the backlash, despite the disapproval from the media, his family, and fellow heroes. bruce proceeds forward with tim.

tim will be his, in body, in soul, and in name.

selina pops up at one point, likely sent by the family to...reason with him? seduce him?

that hasn't worked in a long time and she knows it too. and given the reveal of tim, she finally knows why.

she stares at tim with cat-like eyes as he stirs bruce's coffee for him, adding just the right amount of cream for him.

tim is submissive, something she never was. when bruce tugged, she tugged back harder.

but bruce has grown tired of that game, of the effort.

he wants to take.

he just wants to take. and tim. sweet, beautiful, perfect tim.

he wants to give. he wants to give and give and give so that bruce can take and take and take.

they're perfect for each other. a reflection of each other. two sides of the same coin. soulmates.

selina is the first one to get it. but she frowns at it, something tugging at his expression and her brow. something that looks like concern and worry.

she doesn't say anything to bruce when she leaves.

she turns to tim and offers him a slip of paper in a handshake. she thinks bruce doesn't notice because she thinks she's too crafty for him.

but he does. he's always noticed.

tim hands him the note without a second thought when she leaves, not even glancing at it.

'if you ever need help call me xxx-xxx-xxxx'

bruce crumples it up and hands it back to tim who tosses it into the lit fire of bruce's office.

bruce's wedding day is beautiful.

invitations have been sent out and surprisingly everyone has turned out. but no one looks happy like guests at a wedding should be. tim's parents are there. equal parts sour-faced and concerned.

tim walks himself down the aisle.

no one gives him away.

because that would imply that they owned him and were gifting him to bruce.

no. bruce owned tim. no one was gifting him his own possession.

bruce holds tim tight the entire night, he never takes his arm off him at all once he signs his name on that marriage certificate.

janet and jack, in the same room for the first time since they divorce congratulate them with great relucatance, jack's eyes linger on where bruce's hands are on his son's waist and janet stares at tim with so much grief like she's watching her son march to his death which bruce, personally, thinks is overdramatic.

despite the moral objection, their wedding goes off without a hitch.

he supposed it's like people going to spectate a horrible accident. like watching a child play with a knife with morbid fascination.

the media says they won't even last a year.

but on the day of the prediction, rather than a separation or divorce, bruce welcomes his new baby to the world.

dick had gone green with sickness when bruce had announced that tim was pregnant. jason had glared down at his plate, fork tight in his grip, and damian's lips had pursed.

at some point they had accepted it. that this had been bruce's decision through and through. perhaps it was after wonderwoman tensely asked him questions with the lasso, a confused martian manhunter read his mind, and a quiet zatanna checked him over for magic.

no mind control. no compulsion. no signs of interfereing.

bruce had done this.

he'd dated, fucked, married, and impregnated someone young enough to be his child.

the media gets over it. eventually.

oh how fascinating, another rich douchbag marrying someone way younger than him. bruce and tim don't even have the worst age gap in gotham or hollywood or any upper circles.

it's just that...they'd thought bruce had been better than that.

the family and the league doesn't.

tim is rarely alone. he lives in the penthouse ever since bruce had him retire for the sake of their baby.

bruce watches them on the cameras as they check on tim, ask him if he's alright. they ask him if bruce ever...does anything to him. if he ever makes tim feel uncomfortable or make him do something he doesn't want to do.

tim has their baby in his arms as they ask him, as he's rocking or nursing him with careful hands, stroking his dark hair with all the tender love and care that he does with bruce, if he feels safe.

that if he wanted to leave, could he?

and tim stares at them with dreamy eyes and breathless sigh and asks them "why would i ever want to leave?"

and bruce's heart swells up with so much emotion he can barely contain himself.

tim never returns to work, even when their first child is old enough because bruce keeps him pregnant. he keeps him swelled with his children and plugged with bruce's seed.

he kisses his milk swollen tits and suckles sweet milk out of him with gentle sucks that have tim gasping as bruce pounds him full of more and more and more.

bruce gets a new email for his new secretary a few weeks later after tim turns in his letter of resignation.

a virtual assistant, freshly developed by lucius fox.

bruce shows it to tim half in amusement and exasperation because why would they think he'd do "what he did" to his new assistant. tim was special.

a one in a million case.

there was no one and would be no one like him.

bruce knows that people are digging around in bruce's past, trying to find a pattern of behavior but they wouldn't find any because bruce had never been at all inappropriate with other secretaties.

he knew they'd find something though.

they'd find the hotel room stays that started when tim was still 17 but bruce had been telling the truth when he told clark they hadn't slept together until tim had been 18.

that would lead to nothing. so would questioning tim's parents and friends.

they could dig and dig all the way until they reached china but they'd find nothing.

bruce loved tim. he'd never ever even dream of hurting him. and tim loved him in turn.

with all his soft hands and loving eyes and sweet kisses.

bruce watched in his monitor.

he watched as tim gently played with their squealing baby in the penthouse. watched as the sweet bump in his abdomen was lovingly pat.

bruce watched tim's eyes drift up and meet his in the camera and he watched him smile and blow a kiss at him with adoration in his eyes.

bruce was a damaged man. broken with cracks so deep they couldn't be fixed. he needed to own, possess, and control with a compulsion he couldn't resist and tim- his cracks were right in the same place to reflect bruce's.

but instead of feeling that itching want that bruce did- he felt an emptiness, a need, a desire to be owned.

they were perfect for each other.

no.

they were meant for each other

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i love LOVED this just the drama!!! the tension!! the yearning desire and fulfillment they can give each other!!!!!

[merv606]

forced marriage (fairytale, nobleman terry + poor!daniel?) au: wedding night edition! obviously untouched! daniel is terrified when he sees how big terry is (in terms of height and 😈) but terry is surprisingly gentle and considerate. bonus points if terry pushed the marriage because he’s been secretly in love with daniel for a while ❤️ of course the Morning After daniel tries to get terry to rail him again because it was Very Good but is super shy about it. terry of course knows what he wants and enjoys his adorable, flustered danny struggling to say it. (of course terry gives in though - he badly wants it too and who can resist blushing, ravaged daniel?) not terry!

Forced marriage - virgin bride (semantics) Daniel - my beloved.

Okay but seriously / WHO HAS HACKED MY PHONE.

I have a supernatural series (only a couple written so far) - BUT I had this idea of human Terry - who is the lord of the city at the edge of the forest - and Daniel a fae/forest nymph type creature - and he is a fae of good breeding from a powerful family etc so I’ll use that one for this ask.

WARNING / I’M GOING TO DO IT - THIS TIME I AM GOING TO USE MANHOOD I STG.

We are doing this trashy paperback novel harlequin romance style!!!

FINALLY MY TIME HAS COME.

AND I AM LIVING.

Maniacal laugh.

I had a post about Terry being a lord and Daniel his conquest/spoil of war/betrothed etc

So many variations but all on the same theme.

This is one of those in fic ideas that is 🔥 but doesn’t translate to real life for a lot of people but that’s the fun of fic - you can find things appealing in writing and it doesn’t mean you do in real life.

So any puritans that come across this (no pun intended) can refrain from clutching their pearls in horror.

Warning: Virginity kink as I think this is the point of this prompt, use of the word MANHOOD to describe a cock, trashy paperback novel style harlequin romance to describe a wedding night.

This was also not read over before posting 😂

Extremely long and extremely NSFW

But, back to Fae Daniel and Lord Terry - maybe in order to stop the humans from destroying the forest or maybe they’ve been at war their worlds must be united / which means that a fae must marry a human / both have to be from the royal house.

But it has the added cuteness of Terry introducing him to human things (Little Mermaid may be my fav Disney movie, okay)

And in my version of this / well Daniel has never seen a human quite so big and when Terry helps him up on the alter to say their vows, large hand easily closing around his own, it does something to Daniel’s stomach.

Based on this:

obviously untouched! daniel is terrified when he sees how big terry is (in terms of height and 😈) but terry is surprisingly gentle and considerate. bonus points if terry pushed the marriage because he’s been secretly in love with daniel for a while

I ASSUME WE WANT THIS SUPER SOFT. Like charmin levels of softness. And heavy emphasis on the virgin aspect.

Yesssss - the wedding night.

Terry can sense Daniel is nervous - but the union must be consummated the night of.

Terry has also been waiting a long time for this / he’S wanted Daniel from the minute he had first seen him.

The more they got to know each other in the little they were allowed to spend together leading up to their marriage, he has come to quickly fall deeply in love with the fae.

It was Terry who pressed for this union so hard - there were a couple other candidates (not to Terry though)

As a fae Daniel, is used to being mostly nude, but as his husband slowly walks towards him there’s a look in his eyes that makes him shiver, makes him very aware of his almost nakedness.

He had on a sheet robe when he was presented to Terry which his handmaidens had divested him of, leaving him comely nude, as he was presented as the offering his was to his husband.

Terry is in the traditional armour he wears in battle perhaps, or his royal robes as he approaches.

He is divested of it as well, although he has breeches on under it still.

He can feel Daniel tremble and he lifts a hand to his mouth to kiss the back, telling him, “don’t be frightened little one. No harm will come to you here, not by my hand.”

He cradled his face in one hand, Daniel leaning into it. “Only pleasure.”

Soft kisses to start that become more hungry, Terry eating the little surprised whimpers of pleasure out of Daniel that transition into Terry tasting his skin as he mouths and licks down his neck.

A finger slipping between his cheeks to rub at his hole - Daniel crying out, eyes flying shut, his hand digging into Terry’s arm, panting slighting as he works his hips back into the foreign but not unpleasant/unwelcome feeling.

“You are untouched here, then?”

And maybe Terry knew that - virgin bride (semantics) is a requirement after all.

Still, Daniel nodding his confirmation has Terry’s blood boiling. That his little Fae will only every know Terry’s cock, and pleasure for his hands, mouth, and body.

“I will make sure you’re more than prepared.”

So he’s nervous and he would probably be worse but the wine at the banquet probably helped.

But given the nerves, how he seems to want and welcome the touch but resist it, the look of surprise on his face and how clumsy yet hungry he is for kisses, how RESPONSIVE he is to Terry’s touch, Terry wonders if Daniel is truly inexperienced in the acts of physical love.

“Have you ever Lain with another?”

Daniel won’t meet his eye now, as he shakes his head, afraid he has disappointed his husband - that he won’t be good for husband.

“I hope that does not displease you, my lord.” He offers, forcing himself to meet Terry’s eye. “I hope I can still please you in the manner which you require.”

Hearing Daniel call him my lord goes straight to his Cock along with the knowledge that Daniel is truly innocent in all regards it seems.

Terry simply goes back to kissing his husband, the heat and passion hopefully letting Daniel know that it does not disappoint him in the least. When they break, his little fae tries to chase the taste of his husband’s lips as they part.

“Knowing no one has had hands on you like this but me. That you kept yourself pure for your husband, pleases me greatly and you shall please me as well, of this I have no doubt.”

The smile he gets, little fae beaming at the praise, has Terry right back to kissing him lest he flip him over and take him right there.

I imagine, decadence at all, that there is probably wine in the room and an assortment of fruits etc for nourishment / got to keep up the strength after all.

There’s roses and flowers on the bed / Terry wanted the setting to remind Daniel of the forest and home.

Maybe, they should have consummated the union in the forest - maybe a crowd to watch is the norm - but Terry doesn’t want his husband’s deflowering to be for public consumption. An insanely jealous man - Daniel is for his eyes only.

Maybe later one once he’s more used to taking Terry’s cock, they’ll do something to appease the people (IDK - depends on your kink).

Daniel wraps his legs around a Terry’s waist as he lifts him up to carefully deposit him on the bed.

There is a small pot at the side of the bed that Terry leans over Daniel to take the top off, a sweet fragrance filling the air.

“Oil to ease the way,” he explains as he dips his fingers into a small pot at the side of the bed, “but I will also use my mouth to help prepare you.” and Daniel’s not sure what that means.

The elders only said that his job was to lie back and spread his legs for his husband - to be warm and willing when he accepted his husband into his body.

Which confused him. He is accustomed to how the forest creatures mate when they’re in season so he knows realistically his husband will want to take him in a similar manner but Daniel can’t be mounted like that. He hadn’t asked those questions though.

More kisses, which Daniel thinks are his favourite thing now, continue. His husband’s lips are so soft, his tongue delicious has it pushes into Daniel’s mouth, Daniel nipping at his lips when they part.

He watches, mouth downturned slightly in curiosity as Terry rubs his slippery fingers together, oil dripping down them to his wrist. He coated them quite liberally. “To warm it,” he explains in response to the face Daniel is making as he watches every move Terry is making, before Terry tentatively trails them to his awaiting prize.

Terry won’t lie, the fact that Daniel is so clueless is more than appealing - that Terry will be his introduction and lifeline teacher in pursuit of pleasure is both intoxicating and a great gift for which he will spend his time trying to be worthy, starting with now.

Still not sure where this is going, until wet fingers touch him down there, then he quickly realizes how his husband plans to fill him. How to claim him.

What they meant when they told him to be gracious when he receives his husband.

His eyes widen in relation and he tries to close his legs, but a large hand on the inside of his knee stops him.

“Do not deny me, little one.”

“You cannot.”

“This is mine now,” Terry explains, as his fingers go back, tracing the taunt muscle.

Daniel’s nerves are on fire and he’s so responsive, crying out, his whine continuous.

The feeling has his toes curling slightly, and he moans softly, embarrassment quickly taking hold at such wanton behaviour.

Daniel nudges his face seeking more kisses, as both a distraction and because he misses his husband’s mouth and taste already, even if it’s something he’s only just discovered.

A finger dips inside the pliable center, rubbing lightly to loosen up the tense muscle.

Terry presses more firmly and the tip dips in enough just to open him up slightly.

It’s not unpleasant but foreign. He’s never even touched himself down there like that in such a manner. Didn’t realize it was a thing.

Rolled to his stomach pulled to his hands and knees now, his cheeks spread to display the most private part of him to his husband’s eyes. The urge to hide such an intimate part of himself is strong but, he resists. As Terry said, it belongs to him now.

Besides, the position he’s in, the grip of the hands holding him apart, and his husband’s overall strength make it impossible.

He wonders what Terry finds so appealing when his husband groans, strange noises and Daniel glances back to see Terry rubbing at a bulge in his tunic.

“Such a pretty little hole - it will grip me tight when I take it.”

Suddenly, his husband’s face is down there, between his cheeks.

Warm breath now, where fingers were moments earlier, before he feels his husband’s mouth on him / and oh is that what Terry meant by getting his mouth on him.

He claws at the sheets as his husband’s tongue licks him, and then then fingers are back at his rim.

He comes like that, fingers digging into the sheets, humping back. Hand not even needed on his cock.

“So good for me.” Terry prefers that Daniel get his pleasure from having his body breeched, his hole played with, and he will teach him, but this is already a very good sign.

Only after he’s come does Terry breech him for the first time, one finger to the first knuckle.

This must be what he wants when he said he would prepare Daniel.

While not unpleasant, just strange, it’s not overly pleasurable either - that is until his husband’s fingers brush against something that has Daniel clenching down on the fingers, as they drill isn’t him now, into that spot.

He’s panting, hips moving with the fingers to increase the pleasure / almost on pure instinct.

More oil, and Daniel’s hole stretched wide around four fingers, almost to it’s limit he thinks (and how wrong he will be in a few minutes when Terry’s fingers replace his clock) but he comes like that, around them.

Fingers slowly withdrawn, obscene wet noises, loud in the room as the crackling of the fire is the only other noise.

Time for his husband to take him and solidify their union - so that it is above contestation.

He’s rolled onto his back for that though - Terry wants to see his body open and give for him, see his face as he receives his manhood for the first time.

His husband opens his pants then, and Daniel sees the bulge in all it’s glory for the first time as it springs free, curling up to his stomach and okay …… his husband is very well endowed.

That is not going to fit he thinks - he’ll be split in two.

Either way he’ll never be the same - in what way remains to be seen though.

Terry’s hand is back on his knees, to stop Daniel before he can even try to close his legs, sensing his reticence. He’ll make sure he’ll enjoy it / even if some discomfort at first is to be expected.

His husband takes his cock in his hand and wipes the head through the wet mess of oil all down his crack, rubbing it over the sensitive rim, loosened and pliable from the finger fucking.

Resting his manhood against this husband’s virgin entrance now, he puts the slightest pressure against his well prepared hole.

Daniel’s body yields as his entrance opens just enough to allow the head inside.

Daniel whimpers, face scrunching as his husband presses him hips forward, another inch going inside. Hands grip the sheets, knuckles turning white.

“You have to relax and let me in.”

He grasps Daniel’s cock, stroking it to hardness, leaking all over his hand.

Terry slides in a bit more.

“There you got. Let me in - let me have you.”

The words, the feeling his hand on his cock, all help him relax and have his body accepting more inside. No other option really, and Terry continues pressing in.

The pressure is everywhere, no way to escape it as his husband fills him, rearranging his insides to fit inside.

Terry groans at the tight grip as virgin walls are opened as he continues his steady press inside, his husband’s body having no choice but to yield to Terry and his will.

After what feels like forever, his husband is finally inside him all the way, his manhood deep inside, and Daniel can swear he can feel it throbbing - can feel every inch of it. His body pressed tight around it, his entrance closed equally tight around it, like it’s trying to keep it inside.

A few minutes to adjust before he draws back, the hard won space closing as the length leaves him, only to thrust back inside, walls yielding a bit easier now that the initial stretch has happened.

He’s very aware of the size of his husband’s cock, every bump and ridge as his Terry takes him - as the older man makes him his.

And when he fucks back in, his cock nails his prostate and Daniel arching up violently, clenching down on his husband’s cock, hard and unyielding inside him, like iron, and oh so good.

It doesn’t take much - Terry will have time to showcase his stamina later. They have forever after all.

Right now he’s just consumed with the need to cement their union - in the gape of Daniel’s hole which will match Terry’s cock after he pulls out, and the seed that will be deep inside his body, in places no one has been or reached before.

Having found his pleasure twice, Daniel is for his husband’s release now, exists to be vessel to be filled with his desire.

The siren song of his body is too strong and Terry is helpless to do anything but obey and after a few snaps of his hips, he shoves in as deep as possible, hips stilling as he pumps his seed deep inside - No one will be able to touch his claim on the little fae after this - no one will fill him the way he’ll need. Terry will make sure of that / will train his body to it.

Daniel swears he feels it / His husbands manhood throbbing and pulsing inside him as he fills him with his seed / solidifying their union.

After, someone has to come in and verify the union/consummation has taken place - Terry spreading his legs for Daniel to be quickly examined - the mess Terry left his hole in - open and wet - makes it quite obvious that Daniel did his duty (as Terry did) and received his husband in the manner he was expected to, while Terry filled him as he was supposed to.

He gathers the smaller body in his arms, and they drift to sleep.

They will join as one again in the morning, Terry decides.

The next morning the image of Daniel slowly moving Terry’s hand down to where he wants Terry again - where he swears he’s still open and wet. He remembers the pleasure he was brought but He winces though - he’s sore - and maybe Terry tells him he will allow a few days reprieve for Daniel to recover.

That is will becomes easier the more Daniel takes him. He’ll have a lot of practise.

So he puts Daniel on his knees and shows him how to pleasure him with his mouth.

Daniel’s hard just from having the man’s cock in his mouth - wrapping a Hand around himself / husband’s eyes burning on his skin as Terry watches Daniel pleasure himself for him.

Terry comes, flooding his mouth.

The next time though, Daniel is Squirming against his husband, perched in his lap. Ass humping back against his hard cock, wanting it inside.

Terry keeps pretending he doesn’t know what Daniel wants, and frustrated, Daniel puts him on his back, grinding back against his cock, catching on the rim.

And Terry is careful with his little fae, he has to be given their size difference, but my god he becomes such a feral bitey thing once he gets a taste.

[spaceyflowerswriting]

May I request Jake’s reaction to finding his partner’s (reader) drawings of him 🥺 And the reader is a shy artist and tries to hide her drawings of Jake, thank you and I love your writing as well as your art ❤️❤️❤️

jake kim x shy artist reader

details: general canon au, gender neutral reader who draws traditionally, reader and jake have been dating for a while already

a/n: thank u for requesting!! and for saying u love my stuff omg 🥺🥺💖💖

there was no specification of headcanons or oneshots but i decided to do headcanons simply because of how things just turned out ^_^

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> the day jake found out you were an artist, he was very excited !!

> he's never exactly had a talent in the creative department, but he is an enjoyer of the arts nonetheless

> he knows you're a quiet person who keeps to themself, so he wasn't surprised when that shyness extended to your drawings

> still occasionally asks to see what you sketch, and respects your choice if you refuse. if you do show him, he's delighted and gives you the best compliments!

> some days you seem a bit more sensitive about hiding your drawings, but he never pushes you about it. (said drawings are drawings of him <3)

> nonetheless he admires you from a distance instead, so you don't feel like he's peering over your shoulder to peek at your drawings

> has definitely caught you glancing/staring at him a few times. entertained the idea that you were drawing him those times, though never took it seriously because surely you had better things to draw, right...?

> while in the comfort of your room one day, you had your sketchbook laying out and didn't expect anyone to come around so you left it as is before leaving your room to find a new eraser to replace your old one

> little did you know jake would come peering in a moment later, intending to ask you for help on something. when he sees your sketchbook open, his heart skips a beat

> "just a peek... no, no, i'm a man of honor, i keep my word. i told them i would never look without their permission. but this is a once-in-a-lifetime chance..."

> guilt-riddled, he decided to take a look. the feeling washed away as soon as he saw your drawings, though. immediately he was lost in your sketches, but was mainly taken aback to see himself scattered across the page.

> your style unqiuely depicted him in a way he had never thought of himself before. a small but warm smile grew on his lips as he admired the details of each of your sketches, eyeing each pencil stroke

> "so this is how you view me, huh," he thought, full of adoration

> still lost within your art, he wanted to see more, but right as he put a hand on the corner of your sketchbook to flip the page, you came back and caught him

> you're panicked, of course, and rush over to grab your sketchbook, tightly clutching it over your chest while jake fumbles for the right words to explain himself

> genuinely, he had no excuse, so he just apologized and hoped he didn't ruin anything between you two

> also mentions his appreciation for your art, and tells you he doesn't mind if you draw him. in fact, if you want to use him as a model for anything, just ask. he'll sit still for hours if it means allowing you to express yourself creatively (also because you staring at him and studying his features makes his ego feel good lol)

> how quickly you guys make up after that is up to you! either way jake's giving you a peck on the cheek and apologizing once more, telling you he won't look when you're not around ever again but he hopes you're still willing to show him your drawings occasionally like before <3

[azxremoon]

LOVE ME LIKE YOU — GENSHIN IMPACT

summary : even in a different world, the strings of fate draw us together.

characters : arataki itto

themes : canon x self insert, college au, fluff, mildly self indulgent

notes : i am not to be perceived I AM SO EMBARRASSED LMAOOO

it all starts when arataki “numero uno” itto sits next to her in professor kamisato’s introduction to business course.

it’s the first day of the semester and he’s late. the “twenty minutes in and they’re already done reviewing the obnoxiously lengthy syllabus that looks more like a contract and now no one’s sure what to do with themselves” kind of late. it’s none of lumii’s business and certainly nothing close to their responsibility to see who’s late or absent, but their eyes are drawn to him like a moth to a flame the second he steps into the classroom. it’s difficult to tell whether or not he realizes that as he casually strolls into the classroom, door loudly clicking shut behind him. the professor, merely glancing at the new arrival, merely continues to read from one of his many papers, but his words are muddled. adorable sheepishness flits across his face and then he’s jogging up the aisle, two steps at a time.

the mechanical pencil that’s been dancing between her fingers clatters in front of her and along the lined paper of her notebook, but she doesn’t give it much mind. lumii’s eyes wander from the graceful fluttering of his pink-tipped, snowy hair with each effortless lunge to the red tattoos that travel from his face and beneath the royal purple sports jacket, then away before they can be caught staring. they have a bad habit of not being particularly subtle with just about anything. whether it’s harmless coincidence or punishment for being an awkward freak, he files his way across the rows of seats until he’s settling down in the empty seat next to her. he doesn’t say anything if he caught her staring, instead reclining back with a long exhale through his nose.

lumii doesn’t look at him after that, nor do they say anything. professor kamisato’s lips move and they recollect their pencil between their fingers, ready and prepared to write literally anything down, but any and all of his words refuse to register. he could be threatening to drop their grades because he was having a bad day for all they knew, but that concern only dawned on her hours later while she was in her dorm. the part of her that desperately wants to be friendly with someone so cool and utterly pretty pieces words together until they create a semi-normal introduction, but they become lodged in their throat until their shyness convinces them to discard the attempt before they even tried. that doesn’t stop the distracting hypothetical thoughts, however.

lumii keeps their head down, but that’s hardly new. everything about inazuma university is beyond intimidating. the magnificent campus, the ancient and gorgeous architecture, the people bustling about and filling the crisp air with chatter. it’s beautiful beyond words, but there’s something suffocating about it at the very same time. it makes a countryside outsider like them feel out of place and home has never felt so far away than it does then. they hear the occasional whispers of the “arataki gang” around campus in passing, namely in conjunction with professor raiden and her assistant, but it’s clear that not many people actually take the group seriously. lumii would be lying if they said they didn’t feel bad or wasn’t curious.

there’s an unspoken routine set into place that’s developed after the course of a couple weeks. professor kamisato’s lecture ends and itto—who’s made it a strange habit of sitting beside them, despite the many other open and available seats—is one of the first to leave and join the boys waiting for him on the other side of the door. lumii, avoiding the dwindling crowd of peers that descend the stairs and file out of the room, is one of the last to leave. they share small exchanges, asking to borrow their pencils (and mindlessly chews the eraser off of) or what was said that the other may have missed, but nothing more than that and things are actually civil. not as familiar as lumii wishes and they’re not sure if he even knows their name, but they’re okay with that.

innocently, they assume that today is going to be no different than any other day they experienced in the past two months of the semester and they’re right. it starts out that way, anyways. class is dismissed and itto is gone after handing back their mangled pencil and a thanks punctuated with a toothy smile that flashes sharp canines and leaves her stomach fluttering. lumii piles their notebooks in front of them and reaches for the bag at their feet to stuff them into, but their fingers brush against something soft, round, and too still to be alive and yet they still jump. they reluctantly pick it up and sitting in their palm is the all too familiar plush charm belonging to her classmate, the silver clasp attached to its back dangling beside it and obviously broken.

“um, excuse me?”

the few eyes already on them turns into many within seconds, and it’s just as quick that lumii wishes that they hadn’t said anything at all. the group’s laughter and conversations ease into silence, but they’re still aware of every faceless peer chatting around them as they pass by. it seems to be enough for her classmate to glimpse over his shoulder and when he realizes he’s being spoken to he turns upwards to her from where he’s sitting in the plastic chair. he smiles in recognition, but he’s the only one and that comes as no surprise. none of their gazes are anywhere close to being hostile, but there’s a clear curiousness and caution around the cafeteria table made up of the arataki gang.

oh no, lumii thinks when blue meets an orange-red. his eyes are gorgeous.

lumii clears her throat as she shuffles around in her pocket, doing her hardest to swallow her shyness and utter embarrassment. “i think this fell off your bag.”

they liked to think that this was some sort of divine intervention. they weren’t going to hold onto someone else’s belongings just because they were a bit shy, but that didn’t mean this was any less overwhelming. the idea of simply leaving a note on his desk or trying to be sneaky and clip it back onto his bag while he wasn’t looking flashed through her mind, even in the moment, but she waved that away. arataki itto was everything lumii wanted to be, and that didn’t even touch on how cool he seemed to be. how could he want to be friends with someone who couldn’t even look him in the eyes?

lumii extends her hand and in it sits a small charm about the size of her palm, but even that was being generous. with golden horns and designs of the same brilliance across its pudgy body, a little brown ox stares back at his owner. there’s something fantastical about it that makes them hesitate to even call it that and she’s sure she’s never seen anything like it before. over its back is a black temple-like rooftop with red felt beneath it and gold along the top making an intricate face. thick eyebrows (eyebrows! on an ox!) frame its eyes in an attempt to create an intimidating expression, but fails from how utterly adorable it is.

“ushi!” he beams in palpable relief the second his eyes lock onto the little guy. “welcome back, little buddy! we thought we lost you!”

he snatches ushi (holy archons, he named it. that’s so cute) from her in his excitement and cradles him close to his face. he affectionately rubs their cheeks together, nearly smothering the charm by size difference. she can practically see tears streaming down his face. behind him and circled around the table, his friends ease up and cheer for ushi’s return. maybe she was dehydrated or her lack of sleep was catching up to her, but she could have sworn she heard a disembodied moo but could not pin-point its source. she didn’t think she wanted to open that can of worms.

a flick of his eyes away from ushi must remind him that they’re in front of him (just as they were going to escape, too) because he raises his head and flashes a warm smile that spans from ear to ear. his teeth are sharp, unnaturally so, at the canines and she dares say that there are little diamonds that make up the shape of his pupils. it’s only then that she finally realizes how much taller he is than her that she has to crane her neck up unless she wants to be face first with his chest. the crimson horns glimmer proudly in the light before she can focus on what’s eye-level to her. lumii doesn’t know what he sees across her expression, but his doesn’t falter for a second and instead intensifies.

“he’s, um...that must be really special to you,” she points out and feels ridiculous by how stupid it sounds aloud.

“my granny made him for me!” he beams and lumii melts. “his name’s ushi! and i’m arataki itto! thanks, i really owe you one...lumii, right?”

lumii, a little appalled that he actually caught her name, nods quickly and grips onto the straps of her backpack over one shoulder. she expects the usual awkwardness that comes with talking with people she’s not familiar with and while it lingers in the background, there’s something comfortable about him; as if they’re talking with an old friend, yet they couldn’t figure out why. he doesn’t seem to mind her silence and drops back into his seat, dragging an empty chair from the table across from them over next to him. he pats the seat and looks back up to them with such warm friendliness that they can’t say no.

seeing the arataki gang around campus becomes frequent, if not routine, after ushi’s return that it becomes increasingly more difficult to consider it coincidence. it’s totally possible that they just never noticed how often they passed each other after keeping their head down for so long, but that doesn’t feel completely true. the small handful of them that awaits for itto outside poke their heads through the doorway, wave, and casually greet them. the group’s appearance in their life is sudden and a bit abrupt, but quickly becomes their normal until lumii can confidently apply names to the faces she once considered to belong to complete strangers.

lumii’s invited to eat and hang out with them before long, often sitting beside shinobu and happily listening to her recall stories of how she’d get the group out of trouble. she’s a little shocked when itto recalls the little things she does, some of which she’s never noticed herself. such as the way she holds the end of her favorite pen by her lips when her hands are busy; how important notes are in light blue ink; how she has to organize everything on her desk specifically before she can comfortably work or listen during lectures; or even how she watches the time when she gets antsy. he dares call her habits and her embarrassment cute afterwards! 

lumii can’t say that she hasn’t caught onto some of his own habits and quirks that have him blinking owlishly at her. such as the way he slowly rubs his thumbs along his horns, or the way his fingers mindlessly comb the bangs out of his face but it doesn’t have the intended effect. she starts carrying a nail file and comb on her after that. the glare he directs towards beans, accompanied by a full-body shiver, is enough for her to try and direct him away from them. the notes he takes are short and minimal, but ushi is typically kept in his lap or at the corner of the page he’s writing and glanced to before he continues before he can stop.

although their rooms are on different levels, hanging out in their respective dorms becomes common for lumii and itto. the first time he’s welcomed in their dorm, however, they’re hiding their bubbling anxiety behind a smile and golden hair that curtains the sides of their face. it’s full of personal belongings that makes them vulnerable and she can’t look him in the eye once the door swings open, nerves and hypotheticals eating away at her soul. mementos of their travels decorate the walls and the surfaces that make up the left side of their room while mountains of round plushes surround a massive purple slime at the foot of their bed on the other.

their mind can’t conjure criticisms in the sound of his voice, but they still prepare themselves for what never comes. instead, he beams and says something too fast for their ears to catch and flies forward. they pick their head up and watch as he yanks the electro slime high in the air with an infectious smile. the babies, hardly the size of lumii’s palm, crumble and she can practically hear them call for their missing friend. he settles down on the chair adjacent to their desk and gazes at the mementos scattered about, namely the photographs of old friends in wooden frames that make her heart ache in remembrance and mourn their distance.

study sessions become commonplace within their schedules and she’s grateful that he’s able to use what time he has in his rather hectic days for her. confusion twists across his face and lumii takes the time to explain it to the best of their ability, breaking it down until dawning realization blooms beautifully across his face. they feel awful if they don’t understand something enough to help, but they bond over how “this makes no freaking sense!” before lumii can linger in their guilt. even if they ended up abandoning the texts in lieu of hanging out with the others, they still consider it time well-spent.

there are times when they sit close enough in class or when they’re studying that their arms press together and neither of them move away, let alone draw attention to it. their knuckles brush while they walk together and their fingers graze when they both reach out. lumii will never forget the close proximity between them when he turned their head. they could feel his breath across their skin, the study materials forgotten about as their eyes met for what felt like forever. itto leans away and stumbles over his words as he flips to another page, she was none the wiser to the scarlet across his cheeks up to his ears.

itto invited them to go with him and the boys to a party on campus and, unable to say no to such an excited face, attended. everything about it was overwhelming, but they knew itto was having fun and having fun that they stuck around and in his shadow. he quickly picked up on the fact that something was wrong and they left with a quick text to the group chat, although lumii was super embarrassed. he assured them that it was okay and told them that their comfort came first. they ended up going back to itto’s dorm to battle with the beetles he secretly keeps there and watch a movie afterwards, until they both fell asleep beside each other.

© azxremoon, 2023. do not edit, translate, or repost my work on any platform.

[an-aura-about-you]

you ever have a fanfic you know you're not gonna write but the ideas keep bouncing around in your head so you gotta do an infodump somewhere?

that's what we're doing today so here we go: TMA fic I'll never write in which Somewhere Else is Lunar (during the events of Lunar 2)

(or "gee Leo, how come you get to hunt down two destroyers?")

-ngl I've been thinking about this ever since I started reading clutching a map of dreams, which is a fantastic Final Fantasy X fusion au and y'all should go read it even if you don't know a thing about ffx because the characterization and action is superb

-I likewise have some cherished RPGs from my youth and one in particular clicks with this like no other

-I'd start it out some time before canon gets going, but not too far out. just far enough that we've got a little bit of time for the boys to acclimate to the world they've found themselves in before the action starts.

-start with Jon, who wakes up and is surprised to do so. holy shit, he made it! they made it! wait where's Martin? wait is he in some kind of carriage?

-turns out Jon was found by the caravan that sets up the carnival in the Madoria Plains. This Causes Some Concern, at least until he realizes he's not restrained in any way and nobody's setting off Stranger Vibes.

-also Jon feels???? way better than he probably should have considering he just got stabbed???? and that's how he learns that magic (aka RPG mechanics) are in play

-(debating on whether he grows his ribs back or not. I'm inclined to say they did just because That Shit's Funny.)

-first big hurdle actually comes from learning Lunar is Lunar and not Earth. first time he goes outside and sees the Blue Star he nearly has a breakdown then and there. (that is the Earth that is the Earth in the sky I am looking at the Earth which means I'm NOT on Earth what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck)

-eventually he does manage to adjust and make friends with the musicians. operating on The Mechanisms were Jon's Band in Uni rules, he's able to contribute that way.

-he and Jean become sibling-like friends. (she's like, "Hey, I'm not the newest member anymore!") neither learns the full scope of the other's past until considerably later, though. (Once they do, they're like, "Hey, both of us were orphans that found our family later!")

-he discovers that he's retained some of his powers as an avatar of Beholding but under Lunar's magic system rules, as well as develop some new abilities such as making himself invisible. he's relieved that he has more control over whether he compels information out of others.

-(he's not entirely sure how he feels about Althena, but he would rather choose her over the Ceaseless Watcher as far as sources of power go.)

-so Jon's there with the caravan when our intrepid party of heroes show up having adjusted as well as one can over the course of, say, a few months.

-holy shit Lucia has the Lonely coming off of her in waves. Jon is seriously concerned that she might become a catalyst for some Forsaken ritual.

-Jon finds that baby dragons are utterly adorable and is grateful that he's not prone to baby-talk around cats and things that look like cats, thus earning Ruby's respect.

-after Jean leaves with the party, Jon decides to take his leave on his own, now confident enough in his abilities on Lunar to try to find Martin.

-except when everyone goes to town, they find some wanted posters. one for Lucia and her party, and one for Jon.

-"wtf why is Leo calling Jon a destroyer????" vs "how tf did he know I'm a destroyer?????"

-Jon gets captured by Leo and jailed in the Dragonship Destiny a couple of times as well as an attempt at Lemina's Magic Mansion and an encounter with Ghaleon, the last of these setting off all kinds of alarm bells because Ghaleon Very Much Should Be Dead. ("Is he connected to Terminus?")

-the last time Jon's captured by Leo, he breaks out of his cell and tries to escape at Azado, but That Doesn't Work Out What With The City Being On Fire. (fuck this reeks of Desolation)

-but also oh hey Jean, Lemina, and Lucia are tied up on the deck of the Dragonship Destiny what's up guys? oh cool, Leo went with Hiro, Ronfar, and Ruby to take care of the fire, that will give us time to escape.

-This doesn't get very far because it's not long after that when Mauri shows up for her confrontation. Then Leo and the rest of the party join in. AND THEY HAVE MARTIN WITH THEM!

-Jon is ecstatic! Whatever fight they have with Obvious Desolation Avatar Mauri, they can manage it now that he's found Martin! Except that Martin seems to know Leo? AND Mauri???? And HE was the one who told Althena's Guard that Jon is a destroyer???????

-Jon's got a lot to think about on the way to Pentagulia.

-But also they've got some time on a boat so it's time for stories to come out. (including Ronfar and Jon both being puzzled about how their SOs know each other and other members of the party thinking they have to explain homosexuality to Lucia but she's just confused about why they're bothering to explain this when no one's thought to explain heterosexuality to her.)

-this also means Jon's finally up to speed with what the player would know at this point: entity called Zophar trying to destroy Lunar, Lucia's here to stop him, the campaign Zophar engineered against Lucia, what's the deal with Althena's Chosen (with the additional sting of them informing Jon that Martin was wearing the garb of one of their priests)

-at some point there's a talk between Jon and Lucia and he ends up understanding what's at stake far better than Lucia anticipated he would. it's a nice little friendship moment.

-They arrive at Pentagulia and it's time to split up the party for everyone to make their appointments with their plot threads, which means Jon's semi-tagging along with Ronfar as they go to the Red Tower to confront Martin and Mauri respectively. It goes about as well as people who know the game expect it to, with Martin speaking to Jon as if everything is normal, that this is the way things have always been for them, and that nothing has changed between them. (but there was one moment with a break when Jon, as a last resort, compels Martin to tell him what's happening. In lieu of any actual answers, Martin gives him a horrified look and begs him to leave while he still can.)

-once that plot matter is wrapped up in the canon way (with Jon being courteous enough to not comment on how Mystere is obviously Leo), it's time to regroup and try a different approach. in this time, Jon receives a letter from Martin.

-let's back up to before the story begins one more time

-Martin wakes up in Raculi. only the problem is he was already up and moving when he comes to.

-turns out he was found by the Chosen and cleansed (that is, made to drink Zophar's blood) before he came to. and now he's working as an assistant to Lady Mauri

-he wakes up in time to hear himself tell Mauri about Jon and how he's already destroyed one world, fighting to stop himself but physically unable to.

-from this point on, Martin's been a prisoner in his own body, watching as he helps Mauri "cleanse" the sinful with fire and blood, struggling to get his body back under his own control. but it's no use. he's a vessel for Zophar.

-he writes down as much of this as he can in the letter to Jon in the brief moments he can actually control his hands, finishing it by telling Jon that he's sorry, he loves him, but should they meet again Jon should mercy kill him because otherwise he might not be able to stop his body from killing Jon.

-(the reason Martin's able to write and send it at all is because Zophar delights in that kind of torment)

-there would also be a scene with Jon discussing these things with Leo, who is more certain about taking fatal action if need be, and through compulsion Leo admits he is terrified at the idea of striking down Mauri because, even though they aren't as close as they were and she's done horrible things, she's still his sister and he still loves her.

-Jon goes to Raculi with Leo because Leo was ready to kill both Mauri and Martin, and Jon isn't sure if he can actually go through with it but tells Leo that if Martin must die then Jon should honor Martin's implied wish that it be by his hand.

-in a one-on-one fight that proves challenging since Martin is armed with a flail, Jon ends up non-fatally incapacitating Martin while the party fights Mauri's Id. by the time the fight is over, the effects of Zophar's blood wear off and Martin is back in control of himself. cue proper tearful reunion.

-with Mauri also free from the influence of Zophar's blood, she apologizes to Martin for what she did to him. having been in the same situation, Martin understands and forgives her.

-the three of them, Jon, Martin, and Mauri, all stay in Raculi as the party moves on to mount their attack against Zophar. when Zophar starts getting the upper hand, Jon is reasonably concerned it will become another Fear Apocalypse because everything about what he's told indicates that Zophar and the Fears are one and the same.

-in a fit of impulsiveness, Jon proposes to Martin in this time. ("I've already seen one apocalypse with you! I don't want to go through another with the regret of leaving that undone!") Mauri finds a couple of old bracelets of hers to stand in as wedding bands and marries them then and there.

-when the world is inevitably saved with the power of humanity, Jon and Martin get a nice little house in Dalton so they can be close to both where the carnival likes to set up and Raculi where Mauri and Ronfar live. (also there's a hot spring nearby, which, yeah, when you hit the age Jon and Martin are, you want to live by something like that)

-they go out on the occasional adventure, a much more peaceful prospect now that they no longer have the threat of Zophar or the Fears looming over them.

-Jon eventually brings Martin to meet everyone in the carnival, who properly give Jon shit for running off and getting married without telling them and tell Martin about all the pining Jon did for him.

-when they catch wind of Hiro wanting to go to the Blue Star to reunite with Lucia, they're like, "That's crazy but in good conscience we should encourage you because she's Lonely AF and her being the only person on the Blue Star isn't helping with that."

-and they all live happily ever after the end!

[miekasa]

Mie, I’m begging for some Jean college au bf hcs - im literally so down bad for this man and the way you write men is just 🤌🏻🤌🏻🤌🏻

Absolutely, not a problem 😌 I saved this ask as a draft a while ago when you sent it, sorry for just now getting to it. Anyway, I love Jean with my whole heart, best boy, best boyfriend <33

King of forehead kisses, and not even just because of his height in comparison to yours; he just likes it. He likes the feeling of pressing his lips against your skin, and making you feel safe.

Brings you tea or coffee however you like it every day without fail. If he can get it to you in the morning before work/school then he’ll do that, if not he’ll meet you some time in the middle of the day to drop it off. Your own personal courier just for drinks.

He… has a thing for long(er) nails. He loves the feeling of them against his skin, even if you’re not scratching to apply pressure—just you holding his hand them grazing his skin is enough for him.

That being said, he will pay for you to get your nails done. Actually, he’ll pay for… almost anything you want, but the nails benefit him as much as they do you so feel free to ball out.

He never blowdries his hair because he doesn’t... know how to do the back of it. You did it for him once and he hasn’t stopped thinking about it since, but he’s also too embarrassed to ask you to do/style it again.

On the subject of hair, he does do his best to style it and take care of it, but he’s a sucker whenever you play with it. Sometimes he feigns like you’re messing up all his hard work, but he’ll literally crane his head into your touch. He loves it. 

The first time he lays on top of you and you run your hands through his hair... top 10 most euphoric moments of his life. He tries to fight off the sleep threatening to take over him, but it’s futile. Give it 15 minutes at most before he’s knocked out like a baby. 

Dogs love him. Anytime you’re in a park or just taking a walk and there’s a dog around, it’ll come up to him and he looks adorable leaning down to pet it. He loves dogs, too! So he’s always happy to stop and pet them. He’d be a 10/10 dog dad. 

Has your name saved in his phone with two hearts at the end. Do not point it out.

Loves taking pictures together and if you guys are on a date, he’ll ask someone to get a picture for him. He just likes having them to look back on (and to send to his mom, later).

He doesn’t mind painting classes or videos or tutorials, but he hates paint by numbers kits. He claims that they have no sense of color theory and that it takes the originality and fun out of painting. Not to mention the quality of the paints isn’t great to begin with; all of which he takes very seriously.

It’s pretty cute actually, to see him get worked up over the paint kits. He claims that painting and drawing isn’t even something he takes “that seriously,” it’s just a hobby for him (one he’s insanely good at); but in moments like these, you can tell that he’s way more into art and art theory and history than he lets on. 

Huge movie guy, from animated movies to martial arts movies, Jean is usually willingly to give anything a watch at least once. When he’s high, he can go on about his favorite directors and art styles and movie details for hours if you don’t stop him. It’s super cute. Just don’t bring up Moana, because he’ll start crying. 

Arm around the shoulder kind of boyfriend for sure. It’s a casual way of keeping you near him and letting everyone know that you guys are together. Plus it allows for him to easily pull you into him for a quick forehead kiss when needed.

Listen. If you hug his arm, he’s on cloud nine. He tries to be nonchalant about it but he’s about three seconds away from his eyes rolling back in his head it feels that good to him. Bonus if you lean your head on his bicep a little—then he’s a goner.

He takes his bagels very seriously and believes that both you and him deserve nothing but the best quality bagels. He’ll grumble if a bakery gives you guys a less than favorable one and make a note that taking the long route to get to his favorite place is much more worth it.

Always makes you walk on the side furthest from the cars. If he notices you’re not, he’ll just shuffle behind you until he’s shouldering the street and you’re on the inside. 

He grew up on a kind of modern ranch situation; not exactly all the way in the countryside, but not isolate from the city, either. Because of this, he knows how to ride horses, take care of smaller farm animals, tend to plants, and yes he knows how to use a lasso. You wouldn’t know any of that though, because he never ever talks about it. The only way you find out is when he takes you to visit his mom’s house for the first time, and she asks him for a hand around the place. 

(He’s got a cowboy hat, too, but refuses to put it on. He got it when he was, like, nine, okay, leave him alone). 

When he thinks you look tired, he’ll wrap his arms around your shoulders to hug you. It’s usually followed up with a kiss to your head, and a promise that you guys will go home soon and get food on the way. 

He’s a really good cook. He just understands and flavors and pairings really well, so he doesn’t need a recipe to make something that tastes good; he just kind of knows what to add to get the balance he’s looking for. 

Naturally, he’ll cook for you. Especially if he finds out that you haven’t eaten all day/in a long time. He doesn’t care if it’s 11pm and it might seem excessive to make steak and potatoes with a side salad at this hour, he’s gonna do it to make sure you eat, and you are going to sit there and watch. 

He also bakes pretty well, though he isn’t as experimental with his baking as he is with his cooking. He usually sticks to what he knows, and it’s not cupcakes and brownies and cakes; he’s better at croissants, and cheesecakes, and canelés. 

Dating Jean means getting along with his friends. If you guys didn’t know each other before you started dating, be prepared to be ambushed by Connie and Sasha (after Jean stops hiding you away and gives them the green light lmfao). Neither of them waste time with the small talk and formalities; straight into mini golfing and beer pong. They make you feel welcome right away.

Sasha always teases that you’re too good for Jean, and that she might just steal you away for herself some day. Sasha is also Jean’s main confidant, so she really knows just how much he loves you, and yeah, she teases him for being lovesick, but really she’s happy for Jean. And proud of him for facing his feelings like this. 

Connie adores you, and you know he trusts you when he starts going to you for advice/help. Could be anything from schoolwork, to what color he should get his new shoes in. He’s also the one who, surprisingly, you have the sentimental talks with about your relationship with Jean. It’s easy to overlook, but Connie loves Jean, and he’s come to love you too; he just wants you both to be happy, so he’s there to listen when you need it. 

Jean waits outside of your classroom after you’ve had a test or presentation, usually with a drink or a snack, or the promise of taking you out as a treat. Always tells you he’s proud of you, and is there to comfort you if you think you didn’t do too well. 

He does not shut up about whatever major you’re in. It could be the same as his; it could be the complete opposite as his. He thinks it’s so sick that you’re doing it, you make it look cooler, you make it look better, and he’s certain you’re the smartest person in your program. 

He’s pretty serious about his studies, too, so he’s always down to study with you in the library whenever you’re both free. More often than not, he shows up after you, usually with food or extra chargers. He greets you with a kiss on the forehead, and asks you how you are while massaging your shoulders gently. If it’s been a while since you took a break, that’s the first item on the list, after that, he gets to work and stays with you until you’re ready to go, even if he doesn’t have as much work to do. 

He always sits across from you. This goes for when you’re in the library, or out to eat at a restaurant; Jean loves sitting across from you. He gets to see your face the best that way, and he adores looking into your eyes when you talk. 

He’s not... not a morning person. He’s not up at 6am ready to grind, but he wakes up before noon; let’s say 10am is his happy medium. That being said, if you wake up before him, regardless of the time, there’s a 9/10 chance he’ll lay on your back and tell you to hush so you guys can sleep for 10 more minutes. 

If you’re (close) friends with Eren, Mikasa, and Armin, Jean is... happy you’ve got people to rely on, but, “Of all people on the planet, you put your trust in Jaeger?” He acts so bitter (because he is), but deep down inside, he’s glad you have Eren to rely on if you need to. 

(Also, you have to humble him and remind him that he and Eren aren’t all that different. If you like him, why wouldn’t you get along with Eren, bye). 

Turns out though, that it’s not Eren who threatens to beat him up if he breaks your heart. It’s not even Mikasa, although, her threat goes without saying; it’s Armin he’s terrified of.

The last time Armin hated someone, it was this guy in your program, who happened to share a few mutual classes with him, too. Jean never knew the full story, just that he’s pretty sure that kid dropped out the following semester. 

If you have a job on campus, Jean usually doesn’t show up while you’re working (knowing how embarrassed he would be if you did that to him), unless you work the night shift and it’s dead. Connie, however, does show up; usually in some kind of crisis (“Please help me, I don’t know what the fuck APA formatting is and this is due tonight, please, please, please!!”). Your coworkers actually thought Connie was your boyfriend for a minute. That’s when Jean starts showing up more lmfao.

He makes it a point to go on a scheduled, night out, kind of date at least twice a month. He knows life gets busy with school and work and midterms, but he always makes sure you both set side a time to take a well-deserved break and be with each other. 

He’s the romantic type, so these dates are pretty swoon worthy, too. Drive-in movies, nice dinners, classy art exhibits, Jean plans it all. On that note, he really likes planning dates; he just doesn’t like talking about them with his friends beforehand. 

All in all, very romantic, very precious boyfriend. He’s always thinking about you, what you need, and how he can help you out. You’re one of his main priorities, and he just wants to treat you right. 

[verxsyon]

·:*¨༺ ❝ 𝐀 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐒 ❞

@favoniuscodex theme is "firsts" in a relationship!

✧ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠. gorou x gn!reader

✧ 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭. oneshot ; 1.5k

✧ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞. established relationship au, modern au ; fluff

✧ 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐚. first piece of 2022, let’s get it! it’s basically word vomit, but i had so much fun writing this! gorou being younger than reader methinks, hehehe. also, fuck you tumblr and ios for fucking up the tag system. so i’ll say this in every fic from now on, please reblog! special thanks to @favoniuscodex for hosting the collab.

[ 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒 ]

𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬.

“thanks for taking me home, gorou,” you say to your date. “i had fun tonight; the most fun i had in a while, actually.”

your history with dating is just a streak of bad luck. instances of getting stood up and being dared to date you as a bet are reasons why you want to avoid it altogether, yet your friend still arranges one for you under the guise of a hangout. turns out you met your blind date instead, who was also tricked into thinking the same thing.

gorou is your friend’s junior at work. poor guy, his green status in the industry makes him prone to her teasing. due to being slightly younger than you, he tries to be mindful of his mannerisms so he won’t cross your boundaries. you can tell that he’s inexperienced with dating based on his natural awkwardness, but he isn’t half bad. you did have a great time with him.

“y-yeah, no problem! i had fun tonight too.” gorou sounds nervous. he averts from your gaze and starts to fidget. “um… i hope you have a great evening. i’ll see you around… soon…?”

“sure.” you peck him on the lips, making him flustered. “taroumaru teahouse. next saturday. lunch. don’t be late.” then you kiss him on the cheek before retiring to your home. “see you then.”

once the door closes, he touches his bottom lip. you stole his first kiss. the seniors definitely won’t let him relax tomorrow because of this, but at least he’ll get some good night's sleep.

maybe.

𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

“aw, aren’t you two just adorable?” your friend, yae miko, looms over your shoulder to see you text your new boyfriend. you don’t forgive her for setting the both of you up on a blind date, but her plan eventually worked, and now this is your third month being together. “amakame park at narukami. for the holiday festival, i presume? how romantic.”

“yes, now stop snooping.” she chuckles as you shoo her away. “he’ll be here soon, so whatever you’re planning to do to him, just don’t.”

“i’ll try, but no promises. he’s too irresistible to not tease.” she says, causing your eyes to narrow at her. in the corner of her eye, gorou is waving his hand in the air at you to signal his arrival. “speaking of which…”

“hey!” gorou greets you with a playful tap on your arm. he still is subconscious about the slight age gap, but he’s becoming more comfortable every time he sees you, trying to leave subtle touches on your body here and there. when he realizes that yae is within his vicinity, he flinches and immediately hides behind you.

“good to see you have fun with my friend here, darling.” she winks at him, making him retch. “don’t miss me too much, though; i’ll be taking my leave. i hope you tell them soon, or else you’ll miss that chance for good. bye-bye now.”

gorou takes her warning (threat?) seriously. he really loves you, but is sweating bullets from trying to confess. near the end of your date, the two of you take pictures at the statue in the city square, in the midst of blurry lights. it’s the perfect setting; it’s now or never.

“i love you.” gorou says, but to himself. he doesn’t have the guts to be bold, at least not yet. “no, that’s cliché. should i make it special then? i have no idea what i’m doing…”

you snap out of his reverie by kissing his cheek. “you know, you were pretty loud with your mumbling back there. but i love you, too.”

he swears he must have died then and there and went to heaven. 

𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐤𝐞𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫/𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞.

“a key?” more specifically, gorou’s key. you glance at the said object on your palm and to your boyfriend. “to be honest, i’m shocked that you trust me enough to let me invade your house once in a while.”

gorou laughs. “in my opinion, i think it’s fair that i’m giving you a key to my house since we’ve been together for a while and i… love you so much.” he gasps at being able to say it more smoothly than his past self a few months ago.

“that’s very sweet of you, gorou. i love you too.” you grab his hands and sway them back and forth. “the next time i forget something at your place, i can just invite myself over there to get it.”

gorou laughs again, and smiles widely as the aftermath. “hey, in the future, you don’t have to worry about that anymore.”

“hm? gorou, what do you mean by that?”

he flinches at the sudden seriousness in your voice. “ah! um, sorry! i didn’t mean to make you feel worried or scared or anything like that. the other reason why i gave you my key is because in the future, i want you to move in with me.”

you gasp at his heartfelt offer. “gorou, are you serious?”

“dead serious!” gorou declares, swaying your arms excitedly. “how about this; let’s adopt a dog! we can name him shirou, after one of my big brothers. remember shirou? you met him before. whenever i’m gone and you feel lonely, he’ll be there beside you.”

he keeps rambling about the other things he wants to do with you once you move in, which are filtered out. but seeing him so happy about those things makes you happy as well. you can’t wait to start another chapter with him.

𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦.

gorou warns you that he’s many things and does many things when he’s asleep. he talks a lot, he drools a lot, and he’s clingy. you didn’t think his sleepy self will be quite a handful when you adopted your dog, shirou.

“shirou, why the hell are you so loud for? it’s, like, six or seven in the morning.” you try to get out of bed, but your boyfriend has you trapped in your arms. he has a serene look on his face, perhaps from the dream he’s having now. you didn’t want to disturb him, but he needs to move. “gorou, wake up. i need to check on shirou.”

“general gorou of the watatsumi island resistance, ready and waiting! i've long heard of your sterling reputation and i look forward to fighting our way to victory side-by-side!” gorou has told you about his fantasies of being a character in a game he regularly plays, and that must be it, his dream. he seems too engrossed in it, so you decide to stay for a minute until you can try again.

“hm. good morning to you too, general.” you sweep his bangs to the side and press a kiss on his forehead. “if you excuse me, i have to check on our baby. i’ll be right back.”

as soon as you get up, gorou jerks you back into his embrace and kisses your forehead, reminiscent of what you did to him earlier. “no, stay. shirou can wait.”

there’s no need to check on shirou anymore. eventually, he stops barking, and comes into the room to snuggle. gorou glares at him. he wants you all to himself.

𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐚 𝐰𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠.

gorou is terrible at dancing. he’s clumsy, stepping on your toes more times than you can count despite practicing the routine months before the wedding. he steps on your toes again; this time with you falling backwards. you land into his arms, forming the dip. all the guests surrounding the both of you are staring in awe.

“oops, i think we stole the married couple’s spotlight.” knowing that gorou gets anxious about being the center of attention, you make this joke to make him more relaxed. “this cost me my toes.”

“sorry, i’m trying to be careful,” gorou says as he shifts his feet to the side, according to the routine. “this is our first dance, so i want to make this as perfect as possible. when we dance at our wedding, it’ll be the dance you’ll never forget.”

“hold on. did you say ‘our wedding’?” it’s interesting to hear your boyfriend say something bold. the first instance was him offering you the choice to move in with him. it’s the second time; he can’t get any more amusing. “you want to marry me?”

“ah, i did it again.” gorou reverts into the timid person he was when he first met you at the blind date, and you can’t help but laugh. “you weren’t supposed to know that yet…”

“alright, i’ll be waiting for your proposal once you buy the ring,” you say, lightly tapping his nose with a smile. “everything you’ve done with me are things that i’ll never forget, such as this dance.”

he becomes so happy that he steps on your toes again. the routine may not be perfect and he may not be the best dancer in the world, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

✧ 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬. if your url is in bold, it means i can’t tag you!

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[ggukkiereads]

Hi 💓

It is the month of Ramadan and I want to avoid reading any smutty/steamy fics for the month. Which is why I was wondering if you have any Jungkook or Taehyung non smut fic recs? It can be fluff or anything just no explicit sex scenes. Thank you for your recommendations you are literally my favorite page on this platform 💜✨

🌷 Hello @dhabatae101. First, I wish you and other followers a happy, safe, and blessed Ramadan. Ramadan Mubarak! ✨

I decided to answer this right away so I tried compiling my reblogs (plus those fics I haven’t reviewed yet) and authors that “specialize” in fluff/angst. However, the list went on and on 🤭. So, I will split this post into two:

Part 1: authors that have more SFW content in their catalog (you are here)

Part 2: non-smut fics (my reblogs + other recs) - Taehyung | Jungkook

(Fluff/Angst) Smut-less Fics | Taehyung & Jungkook

🌷 Part 1 (Recommended Authors)

@jimlingss - Kina’s masterlist is just a dream. No two stories are the same and every fic is just memorable. A truly prolific and consistent writer. Usually witty, fluffy, and charming but the angsty fics are also deadly. I posted my fave JJK and KTH fics -  the Worshipers Series can be read independently but better if read sequentially to better understand the “universe”. The Slice of Life Series  is also a must, but you can read the KTH and JJK fics on their own but I seriously love ALL 💖.

Worshipers of the Sky - KTH | series [3/3] | 35k | God AU, Goddess!OC, Sacrifice!Taehyung, Worshipers Series | F, some A

Worshipers of the Sea - JJK | one shot | 16.3k | Pirate AU, Mermaid AU, God AU,  Worshipers Series  | F, A

President’s Son - KTH | series [20/20] | 80k | Bodyguard AU (reader), Slice of Life Sereis, Slow Burn | F

Sugar and Coffee - JJK | series [23/23] 101k | Patisserie School AU, Best Friend AU, Enemies to Lovers (slight), Slice of Life Series | F

Love So Shallow - KTH | series [3/3] | 34.8k | College AU, eventual Roommate AU, Best Friend AU, Humor | F, slight A  ⭐ #holygrailfic

Black Waltz -  KTH | two shot | Butler AU, Historical AU | F, A (ah I love Taehyung’s characterization here)

Moirai - KTH | series [8/8] | 46.9k | isekai au, fantasy au, reborn as a villain in a video game | F, A

Rent a Boyfriend - KTH | I noticed this is a crowd favorite, it might end up yours too =)

A Fairy Crime - KTH | one shot | Fairy godmother OC to grant someone a happy ever after  | F, A, crack

Date in a Box - JJK | one shot | 9.7k | Date Planner (like wedding planner but make it a service for dating) | F, F, F

His Name - JJK | series [8/8] | 52.4k | Multiple Personality AU, based on Kill Me, Heal Me (this is one of my favorite Korean drama series so I really enjoyed this fic series too) | A

A Piece of Moonlight - JJK | one shot | 22k | Warrior AU, Mulan AU | really angsty though

*didn’t include Chess of Ice (since this is in the Jungkook Jock AU list)

@inktae - If you’ve been following me I always rave about this author. Mostly her work is of fantasy genre but has a slice of life tone. Her fics are just masterpieces - just beautifully written and viscerally gripping. They remind me of Ghibli films for some reason (like the tone). You can check their fics here (just avoid those with M, usually with sexual content but honestly it’s not explicit). I love everything but if you want to start somewhere, you can try:

Blue Orchids, Moonlight, Home After Rain -  JJK Soulmate AU, Hanahaki AU, Angst  ⭐ #holygrailfic

First Light - KTH x R x JJK | raved about it here (angst)

Away From the Sun - KTH | soulmate AU

The train of lost souls - JJK, feat JHS | fantasy AU | A

The swirling Ways of Stars - JJK, fantasy | A, F

@gukyi - for your enemies to lovers needs. This is one of my favorite tropes so I just love that there is a writer that ‘specializes” in this. Please check their masterlist and take note of fics with (smut). Try:

Four Weeks - KTH, College AU, stuck in campus for four weeks during Christmas

Good Luck Charm - KTH, roommates, actor AU

Moonlight Melody + Part 2 - JJK, fake dating, orchestra AU | F, A

Coffee Shop Contract - JJK, fake dating, college AU | F

If I Told You - JJK, college, unrequited love/pining | F, A

Midas - JJK, magical realism | F, A

Love Project - JJK, comedy, photography assignment | F

@koorara - ugh I just adore their writing. Tooth-rotting fluff seems effortless with her drabbles/short stories. You can check their fics here. My faves:

Driving Me Wild - JJK, demon au, roommate au, ongoing drabble series but you can read it (not cliffhanger-ish), soulmate au | my review (tooth-rotting fluff)

His Dandelion - KTH, someone sent an ask about this you can read the description | A

Down and Down - JJK | MMA fighter, slight making out | A, F

The Pitter Patter of the Heart - skip the drabble with mature content, husband au, lecturer jungkook, this is super cuuuute | tooth-rotting fluff

@suhdays - it’s just amazing to find a writer with a non-smut catalog. Writing is just pure and focused on the plot and emotional/character development. Please give their masterlist lots of love. My faves:

Access Granted - I like hacker Jungkook. SMAU format

A Cinderella Story - JJK | also based on the movie | F, A

Wherever You Are - JJK | vampire, ceo (I love this) | A, F

Terms of Endearment - JJK | poet jjk x artist reader | F

Bucket List - JJK | friends to lovers (this is adorable! my review of this is still in the drafts like the rest of the fics 😥) | F, slight A

Camp Crush - KTH | brother’s best friend (this is funny like I was just smiling all throughout)

Made of Honor -  KTH | SMAU, recently completed! Like the movie

Baby I’m a Fool - JJK | Fake Dating, Co-worker AU, E2L | F, A

@vanaera - her Yoongi coworker E2L series is something I’m always waiting for and  I don’t think her other fics contain smut. Please check The Prince and His Rose (bestfriend AU, College AU, childhood friends, football player x writer!reader Jungkook, fluff/angst)

@namjoonchronicles - so I recently binged on this author’s writing (still bingeing on her other members’ fics). Their catalog has a lot of Domestic AUs which are beautiful slice of life pieces. It could be as simple as folding the laundry but it would be so meaningful. I said in one of my reviews that their domestic fics has same vibes as illustrator Puung’s Love is in Small Things. I would like to post my favorites here but I think I recently just reviewed/reblogged tons of their work (you can search my blog for the reviews). Please check their masterlist. Granite Glow is my ⭐ #holygrailfic

@rosaetae​ - if you like angst that hurts but it all makes sense why the situation had to be angsty, then her masterlist is something to binge on. Not all are angsty, just mind the tags for pure “fluff”. My favorites:

The Bedtime Contract - KTH, roommates, enemies to lovers, sort of cuddle buddy?, fluff but there’s slight angst | F, A

Dream a Little Dream of Me - KTH, soulmate au, could hear soulmate’s voice, waitress x songwriter | 

Lavender + Vanilla - KTH,  a story about a boy who had forgotten his memory of you

Chrysanthemum Effect - KTH (JJK has a side story too), Hanahaki AU

Among the Evergreen  - JJK, Christmas AU, E2L | F

Sweet Apple Biscuits - JJK, receives letter from their future self asking to save one boy ⭐ | A, slight F

Best Thing He Never Had 01 02 03 04 05 06  - JJK, bestfriends to lovers | A, F

Better Late Than Never - JJK drabble, exes AU, fake dating (I love this scenario, there’s one funny moment here with Jungkook saying his feelings through a door) | A, F

@justimajin - another favorite of mine - her fics actually try different genres/scenarios and are usually series. I find it fun to wait on episodes weekly. A consistent writer too. See masterlist here. Selected works:

Catching a Case of Doctor Blues - KTH, medical AU, enemies to lovers, slice of life

Swapped - JJK, body swap, really fluffy! I reviewed it before and screamed at how fluffy this is 😍 | tooth-rotting fluff

A Lone Wolf’s Howl - JJK, werewolf AU, sort of enemies/rivals, hunter AU, bestfriend. Note: there is a chapter with smut, you can skip that portion | A, F, S

@bubmyg​ - oh wow her works are just tooth-rotting fluffy goodness too (especially the Yoongi drabbles/one shots). But please check her fics for Tae and Koo. My picks:

Can’t Fake a Feeling - KTH, F2L, Fake Dating, College AU, Fuckboy (not smut)

Extra Cheese Sauce, Please - KTH, F2L, College, friends keep setting them up

Strawberry Boy - JJK, I just reblogged this weeks ago so you probably have read this | tooth-rotting fluff

Wonder - pool boy!jungkook x journalist!reader | F

Not a Date - JJK | one shot + drabble series, kinda E2L. cute |  tooth-rotting fluff

Dare to Begin - JJK | college au, idiots to lovers, broke college students |  tooth-rotting fluff

gcfguk + idcilh - a youtuber!jeongguk drabble series | F

you can check their masterlist for the other drabbles and fics I haven’t read/included

@cupofteaguk - a writer whose fics end up in my fic rec lists regularly. When I get asked about certain tropes, I always remember one or two of her fics. Their Reputation Series is binge-worthy but they also have plenty of scenarios/tropes to choose from. You can find a lot of KTH or JJK fluff-based fics here (or other members too):

the maze to you - KTH |  soulmate au | angst

along the boardwalk - KTH | skater boy/college au | fluff

it’s all fun & games - JJK | fake dating au | fluff

say you won’t let go - JJK | soulmate au | fluff

on the road (to you) - JJK |  road trip/strangers to lovers au | fluff

new romantics - JJK | hogwarts au, quidditch player, enemies to lovers | F, A

@crystaljins - another writer with fics that have well-developed plot, great angst and great endings. I recommend all (check other members’ fics here). Extra love for:

Take a Chance - JJK | series [7/7] | 63k | Hanahaki AU, Coworker AU, Boss!Reader, Wedding Planner AU | A, F | My review  ⭐ #holygrailfic

Schemes and Tricks to Win Her Heart - KTH | series [5/5] | 22.5k | Fake Dating, feat Chaebol/Rich Seokjin, Taehyung is Jin’s Little Brother, and OC is Tae’s bestfriend

I haven’t read the new Taehyung Christmas fic yet but give it a spin =)

@springbean - I love her story concepts and ideas! When I discovered her, I just binged on their work and I enjoy every new fic she releases. My personal favorites are listed below, but you can also check her masterlist here:

Onyx - JJK | cyberpunk AU, abo dynamics (it is sooo interesting to use abo dynamics this way. Usually abo is associated with werewolf aus but this is like a social classification system in this fic. It is still ongoing but it’s the type of story you can read and remember easily so in case it gets updated you can jump into the next chapter)  ongoing | A, F

Wolfsbane - KTH | Werewolf AU, college, soulmates (included in my KTH werewolf fic recs)

Cursed - JJK | Prince x Mage/Witch, Fantasy, Medieval, E2L, action (basically has all AUs I like) ongoing

Enshrined - JJK | this is new! fantasy, fae world, isekai, childhood friends, eventual smut (?) but since we’re not there yet you can still read it smut-less  ongoing

@army-author - another prolific writer with a catalog you can binge on. I recently reblogged/reviewed some of my favorites but believe me there are more (I am just lazy with reviewing and such). Personal faves:

Gamomania - JJK | childhood friends | tooth-rotting fluff, slight S

X and O - KTH | fake dating, single parent, teacher AU

A Monster Crush - KTH | childhood friends, angst, fluff, horror, implied S   ongoing

All This Stigma - KTH | fwb au, unplanned pregnancy, arranged marriage, divorce, really angsty but I love it!

The Village Idiots - JJK | soulmate au, childhood friends, they’re soulmate-less (or are they?) |  tooth-rotting fluff

The Alchemy of Amor - JJK | fantasy au, royalty au, enemies to lovers (new) | F

Fire and Ice - JJK | oh this is probably the first I’ve read from the author, E2L but make it fluffy rivals (he’s fire and she can yield ice), fantasy au, magic | F

Black and White Christmas - JJK | Office AU | F

@thedefinitionofbts - I love how emotionally invested I get when reading their fics. Most of their fics are smut-less but deeply rooted in emotions so I remember the story a lot even if I’ve read some years or months ago (I said in my werewolf fic rec list that there’s this Jungkook fic of theirs that’s really sad and I still imagine him waiting for OC.) Just powerful storytelling. You can check their masterlist and mind the fics with smut. I wanted to list my favorites here but I’ll end up listing everything. If you want to start a fic, I recommend:

A Story that We Paint - KTH x R x JJK | Sci-fi, College AU, Lucid Dreams AU | A, slight F

Our First and Last - JJK, VMIN | Soulmate AU, Sci-Fi | A, F

Kingdom of Crystal Snow - KTH | Christmas, Royalty (yay something purely fluffy)

Corner of the Universe - KTH | Reincarnation AU

other fics I like have S content or too sad

@threeletterslife - I love her fics because they make me dwell and ponder on things but themes are very heavy (I think she has one crack fic though). No smut and you can try all her works if you are in the mood for angst, some pondering, etc. Masterlist here. You can read the Love Chaser Series (though you have to read the Yoongi series first before reading Jungkook’s, it’s one universe).

Whipped with a Cherry on Top - KTH | friends to lovers, crack

The Time Traveler’s Playbook - KTH | time travel AU | F, A

Cuss Out - JJK | High school AU, crack | F

@artaefact - just feel good scenarios and I love her drabbles! I’ve reblogged and oohed aahed over the drabbles that are short but powerful scenarios.

incandesce + warmth drabble - JJK  (safe to say, you can read all their drabbles) | F

Aeturnal - KTH | fantasy au, royalty au (I loooove this. it has inexplicit S though, you can skip)

A Letter in Roses - KTH | husband au, valentine au

Calling You Mine - JJK | College AU, S2L, tooth-rotting fluff 

@augustbutwinter - a writer to watch out for. August delivers so much even with minimal word count; they can get you emotional (fluffy or angsty) and it is so easy to visualize the image she is trying to describe. Just wonderful. The words just flow easily too so the fics are not difficult to read/imagine. I recommend the ff:

My Tears Ricochet - KTH | ghost AU, roommate AU, fluff (sometimes angsty), drabble series ⭐⭐

Rose Coloured - JJK | post college AU, some sort of reunion with an old flame | F

@akinnie75 - What a wonderful storyteller. I would binge on her fics for their plot/storylines. Usually it feels as if you are reading a tale. Several of their fics ended up in my #holygrailfics (the namjoon and jimin ones). You can try:

Ghost Marriage - JJK | fantasy, idol au, kind of arranged marriage | A, F

Until Spring 1 | 2 - JJK | Romance, Fantasy, visited the Freesia Island for Spring but taken for Arranged Marriage instead | A, F

Moonchild - KTH | a tale about the legendary Moonchild, a mythical creature known for its ability to heal life of all sorts

🌷ggukkienote:

I’d also like to recommend checking the fics in each of the reading lists and Fic Recs by theme. You’ll find these lists in the NAVI page. Fics/Titles included per list are usually tagged for A/S/F content.

I will update this once I remember other authors that focus on A/F

Part 2 (Fic Recs) - linked top of this post