#i am thoroughly enjoying the hell out of this au

[callsignbaphomet]

Finally got him addicted to Calmex.

Despite the wiki saying you have a 35% chance of addiction it took a lot of usage to finally get him hooked on it. Maybe Maim 3 or Modern Drugs reworked the percentage somehow.

I have a very good reason for why Calmex. A sort of mix between canon and headcanon. Calmex gives you:

+2x sneak attack multiplier

+3 perception

+3 agility

The sneak multiplier kinda goes hand in hand with the fact that he's a sniper, all the weapons on him are silenced and I put a shit ton of points into sneak. Makes sense. That's from a gameplay pov. As for him it helps with moving around without making much noise or bringing too much attention to himself. He's paranoid and scared out of his fucking mind whether he wants to admit it or not. The near crippling depression ain't helping either.

The 3 points of added perception make so much sense 'cause his anxiety, depression and PTSD cause him to become hypervigilant.

The extra agility points is just an extra thing though it could help. Nowhere in any setting is this man agile...maybe in Mon Hun 'cause of the weapon choice but not even then.

Here's where the hc part comes in. I like to think Calmex calms the user and this would be a drug he gravitates to given the constant nightmares and night terrors, the vivid flashback/memory, intrusive thoughts, anxiety and hypervigilance. Had a nightmare/night terror? A shot of Calmex. Stuck in a vivid flashback/memory for a few minutes? Another shot of Calmex. Anxiety is kicking up so bad he can hardly think and is physically shaking? Yet another shot of Calmex. Intrusive thoughts getting louder and louder to the point of them drowning out every other sound? Calmex.

And unfortunately the more he abuses it the more he gets addicted to it and the less effective in the long run it is. He's basically using that to shut off the other symptoms just so he can have a moment's peace which unfortunately last less and less the more he depends on Calmex.

I'm not gonna get him addicted to alcohol 'cause he moved from alcohol to Calmex once he felt the drug was a "better" option than getting passed out drunk to sleep to avoid nightmares and night terrors. Plus, in doing research I read that alcohol exacerbates the nightmares so my need for "realism" demanded I switch.

[kingofbodyrolls]

BTS fic recs: December 2023

HAPPY NEW YEARS!! 🥳 May every single one of you lovely people out there have the best and brightest year to come ✨

I want to thank each and every writer on this list for creating such wonderful stories and art - you are truly amazing ✨ All the fics on this list hold a dear place in my heart 🥹

❗Most of these fics are smutty as hell, so minors dni.❗ 

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BTS fic rec index → May | Jun | Jul | Aug | Sep (jjk)(knj) | Oct (pjm) | Nov (*) | 💜 (ksj)(kth) |

Emoji meaning → angst = 🌩️, smut = 🥵, fluff = 🥰, comedy = 😂, yandere = 😈, thriller/dark = 👻, personal favorites = 💯.

Namjoon

⭐Good Neighbor @sugaurora [0.7K] // knj x f.reader // neighbors!au, winter!au // 🥰🥰🥰

📝 Namjoon’s solitary tendencies versus the cookies. Spoiler: The cookies win.

🗨️ God, this was so fucking sweet 🥹 like sugary sweet fluffy fantastic! I loved it 💖 the way Namjoon just observes oc, and then helping her in the end 👏🏾 even though this is short, it’s fucking brilliant. The writing is just 😘😘 like I wished there was so much more, but I’m also so pleased with just what is 😌

⭐A Word from our Sponsors 💯 @ugh-yoongi [17.5K] // knj x f.reader // podcast!au, f2l, idiots to lovers  // 😂🥵🥰

📝 You’ve co-hosted a podcast with namjoon for three years; have known him even longer. the two of you have always been the picture of platonic, but that hasn’t stopped the internet from doing what the internet does. the shipping? a little weird at first, but you can understand it: two attractive twenty-somethings always in close proximity to one another, obvious (platonic!) chemistry—people have created ships for less. the fanfiction, though? also pretty funny… until you can’t stop thinking about it. 

🗨️ Okay. This. Was. Exceptional ✨🥹 I am slightly speechless, so this review might be short or long or just a rambling of my dainty thoughts. Here goes: it was amazing, seriously one of the best fics I’ve ever read 😭 everything just had that perfect flow, the writing was incredible, like I can’t even speak? The characters, out of this world fantastic ✨ the whole thing, just, perfect. Perfection. I don’t know what else to call it, sorry. The world building and tension was so fucking delicious I just ate it up! 😭 And their banter and chemistry was just off the charts amazing. Perfection. And it was so fucking hilarious too!! Many times I was just laughing or chuckling, like the lovesick fool I am 😂 it was definitely worth it to stay up late tonight to finish this masterpiece ✨ And them reading the fanfiction 💀 😂 priceless ✨👏🏾

Seokjin

⭐The IKEA Test by @yoon-bug [9.1K] // ksj x f.reader // established relationship // 🥵🥰😂

📝 One review on IKEA’s website called the BRIMNES bed frame the leading cause of divorce due to its difficult assembly. You and Seokjin had laughed when you read it. Now, you weren’t so sure.

🗨️ Their banter and all the sexual innuendos are damn hilarious! I thoroughly enjoyed this very much 💜 

⭐I Don’t Think I’m Okay by @ressjeon [4K] // ksj x f.reader // slice of life, idiots to lovers!au, childhood friends!au // 🥵🥰🌩️

📝 With many chances wasted, you couldn’t even resist anymore.

🗨️ A cute little Seokjin fic 🥰

⭐Turn Back Time 💯 by @raplinesmoon [13.3K] // ksj x f.reader // time travel!au // 🥵🥰🌩️😂

📝 After total humiliation at his middle school baseball try outs, Kim Seokjin wants nothing more than for his awkward years to fade away until he’s thirty. Cue a magic baseball glove, and his wish is finally granted. Seokjin suddenly wakes up seventeen years later, now the star pitcher of the team he’d always dreamed of playing for. Confused and overwhelmed at the prospect of the new life waiting for him, he turns to the only person who seems to understand him — you. Will Seokjin learn what it truly means to be thirty, flirty, and thriving? Or will he find himself wishing he could turn back time?

🗨️ Seokjin’s childhood/school was just, ugh, I really felt heartache for thirteen year old Seokjin 🥹 So very common as a kid, to wish you’re older – and then it’s just not what he expected at all. I really loved it! There were a few times I was laughing so damn hard, times where I was shedding a few tears as well. Just, incredibly good; very well written, the story was captivating and motivating, just yeah, brilliant. (Sorry, I’m suddenly bad with words). I loved the ‘lessons’ he learned, and then having the luxury (I’m using that word because we don’t have that irl) of going back to his childhood (almost like starting over) and damn it was good 👏💯

Yoongi

⭐Sinful Lust [series; ongoing] 💯 by @oddinary4bts [wordcount loading…] // myg x jjk x f.reader // established relationship, bisexual boyfriend!Yoongi, slice of life // 🥵🌩️

📝In an attempt to spice up your bedroom life with your boyfriend Min Yoongi, you suggest bringing another man into the action. Yoongi seems reluctant at first, but when you mention his friend Jeon Jungkook, he can’t deny his attraction. All that’s left to do is to convince Jungkook into participating…

🗨️  Holy 😱 😱 😱 this is just completely unadulterated sin 🥵🫣 I can not describe how much I love this fic! It has A LOT of angst and at times it’s just sad reading how each character falls apart 😭 it’s amazing! If you’re into stories that will have you question your own morals and who to root for, this is for you 💖

⭐In Between the Pages of You [series; ongoing] @unique-high [wordcount loading…] // myg x f.reader // s2l // 🥰😂🌩️

📝 Yoongi fell in love with you. A girl he had never even met before. Knew everything that you were made up of within 96 pages of a worn red journal with a nirvana sticker on front, with coffee and tea-stained pages that also smelled of lilacs and summer. 

🗨️ I can already tell that this story will be amazing; it’s so sweet, cute and tender. The storyline/idea is really cute and fluffy, like who wouldn’t love that?? 😭 And as someone who wrote countless journals as a teen, this one just hits differently. It’s so cute and the concept is gold 💜 I really, really look forward to reading the next chapters and what Yoongi will uncover of OC through her journal. And if he can return it to her sometime and they meet! 🥹

⭐F*ck Christmas 💯 @sailoryooons [23.4K] // myg x f.reader // f2l // 🥰🥵

📝 Making hating Christmas your entire personality was never the plan. Then again, it seems bad things only ever happen around Christmas - like discovering your fiancé cheating on you, forcing you to move back to your sleepy hometown. But Min Yoongi happens to love Christmas, and if there is one thing your very stubborn childhood crush is going to do, it’s try to reignite your Christmas spirit. Even if he has to force-feed it to you with gingerbread cookies and too-sweet eggnog. 

🗨️ Gosh, I remember reading this sometime last year and it was perfection - it still is! ✨ It’s so so so fucking good. If you haven’t read it, please do so 🥹 it’s also one of the best Christmasy fics 💜

Hoseok

⭐Ho Ho Horrible 💯 @ugh-yoongi [5.6K] // jhs x f.reader // e2l, neighbor!au, holiday!au // 🥵🥰😂

📝 (or, the one where your neighbor is a relentless christmas caroler and refuses to take a hint, but at least he's really hot.)

🗨️ No– this was just so freaking cute! 😭 Like fluffy cute and also extremely funny, just what I love. I loved this so much 💜 OC’s friendship with Tae, their banter was 💯 and then with Hobi, just so so good! It was so cute and OC’s internal dialogue is just funny 😂A really cute holiday themed Hoseok fic that I can’t recommend enough!!!! Everything was just great. Had me smiling and giggling a few times – please go read it 🥹💜

⭐Started with a Sparkle, now we’re on Fire @the-boy-meets-evil [6.5K] // jhs x f.reader // f2l // 🥵

📝 You're feeling self conscious about your recent break-up and hoseok is more than happy to teach you a thing or two.

🗨️ Really really good! I really liked it 💜 I really loved how both sweet and demanding Hoseok was, guiding oc through everything.

Jimin

⭐Couchsurfer 💯 @heartbeatan [6K] // pjm x f.reader // s2l // 🥵🥰

📝 This was left intentionally blank 🫥

🗨️ Omg this was so fucking good! 💯 First, really well written and the pacing was lovely, even though it’s short and one night they spend together 🥹 the build up of their tension and their chemistry was off the charts! So impeccably done! Fuck. I loved it ✨ it’s insane how good this story is and Jimin is just so sweet, romantic and nasty 🥵 I can’t tell you how turned on I got by the description of how Jimin handled OC, like damn 🥵 this is so fucking good, please don’t sleep on the this beauty 💖 Normally, I’m not one for one night stands, because I catch feelings for the characters, but this has a lovely ending that I loved - so fucking good!

Lol. Can not stop screaming about this one. Please go read it, fuck. PLEASE 😌 ✨

⭐Paper Hearts @namfinessed [9K] // pjm x f.reader // f2l, college!au // 🥰

📝 hearts fragile like paper, tear it or don’t?

🗨️ I think it is both cute and heartwarming, with their foolishness and stubbornness towards each other. I loved how the fic becomes full circle with the description of love by both Jimin and reader and then again at the end - really, really beautiful! 😍 I really loved this, it was well written, their friendship and love really shined through too! If you haven’t read this one yet, you really should 💜

Taehyung

⭐The Wannabe-Photographer Chronicles [series] by @gimmethatagustd [14K] // kth x f.reader // frenemies to lovers // 🥵

📝 You’re so tired of Kim Taehyung’s hipster, wannabe-photographer ass. You’re so tired of Kim Taehyung’s stupid smile and stupid jokes and stupid way of getting under your skin and sticking in your brain.

🗨️ At first I did not realize that this was a series, therefore I’ve linked to the masterlist, lol. Anyway, this series is just so fucking hot, like WHAT 🥵 There’s a lot of banter and their mutual ‘hatred’ for each other just makes this hit incredible hard. Really amazing ✨

⭐Loverboy 💯 by @kookslastbutton [7.1K] // kth x f.reader // established relationship // 🥵🥰🌩️

📝 After a startling conversation with your coworkers, you start feeling insecure about your sexual prowess. You don't initiate as much, you haven't worn lingerie yet, and you're still timid about doing much seducing with your body–are you giving your boyfriend boring sex? Taehyung reassures you that you are perfect and have nothing to worry about.

🗨️ These coworkers gotta go, okay?! 😠🤣 Planting seeds of doubt in OC’s head, no, no. Tae to the rescue!! He is so sweet in this too, yes a real ‘loverboy’ 😍 Gosh and then best friend Jimin - that was just pure gold, their relationship and how he helps OC 🥹 That is friendship goals!! A sweet, loving and comforting Taehyung fic - I loved it ✨

⭐Hush, yeah? [series; ongoing/hiatus] by @kithtaehyung [wordcount loading…] // kth x f.reader // brother’s best friend!au, music festival!au // 🥵

📝 Who knew an innocent accident could turn things so dirty..

🗨️ Pure gold ✨ — I don’t really have much to say, except GO READ IT.

⭐Under wraps by @jungkxook [15K] // kth x f.reader // e2l, fake dating // 🥵🥰

📝 There’s nothing you and taehyung seem to hate more than each other - except for christmas. having recently been dumped by your (now ex) boyfriend only seems to make this holiday even worse. but when taehyung suggests that you should pretend to be dating each other to save you both the embarrassment, pity, and bothersome questions from family and friends alike for a fun carefree month of celebrations, you can’t possibly say no.

🗨️ I just love me some good enemies to lovers AU 🥵 the relationship between OC and tae is really good, I think the tension between them was well built 👏🏾 I loved how their relationship unfolded and grew through their fake dating 🥹 the way OC realized she had feelings for him, but he had showed her before in his subtle moves, how much more he relaxed in her presence. I loved the interaction between oc and tae’s parents too, the way that they could obviously tell that OC was head over heels 😂 ah just, It was really really good! It was funny, it was comforting, and such a lovely read around Christmas! And the smut was sweet and tender (also hot!) 😍 a really great fic that I’ll add to my Christmas re-reads for years to come ✨ I loved it! Please go read it if you haven’t already 🥹

⭐Somebody Else 💯 by @jamaisjoons [4.2K] // kth x f.reader ft. yoongi // established relationship + post break up!au // 🥵🌩️

📝 Yoongi doesn’t want you anymore. but he can’t stand watching you with someone else. 

🗨️ Holy s– 🥵 I don’t even know where to begin with this one! It’s really good and the that is mainly from Yoongi’s pov makes it truly special – he is observing them and damn is it hot 🥵 Aish, really good 💯

Jungkook

Nothing this month 😞 — I AM SO SORRY that I haven’t read any with JK this month (though he is featuring in some with the other members). My JK ‘to read’ list is the LONGEST imao 😂 I’ll hopefully do better next month – but you can always check my Jungkook Library 💜

I have spend most of December being on holiday/time off, which gave me a lot of time to write my own stuff, which in the end gave me less time to read 😣 But it’s all good! I loved getting some stories and thoughts out of my head and now there’s space to read and obsess over other’s stories again 😀

Borahae 💜

[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook: 1:05 AM

Tags/Warnings: sensual, Suggestive, implied smut, heavy flirting/making out, Idol!Jungkook, Fluff, Established Relationship, implied foreigner!Reader, not home AU though

Lenght: mid.

Languages are marked as English / Korean.

AU-Masterlist

This AU doesn't have a name yet, so I'm simply using times as a name for now.

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"Don't you want to come to bed with me?" He wonders, walking into the living room where you're still scrolling on your phone.

"I'm sorry.. I'm not tired yet." You pout. "And, are you not worried you might crush me in your sleep anymore, big guy?" Leaning your head back to look at him as he casually steps closer, sitting halfway on the edge of the couch as he looks down at you, tongue running over his bottom lip before he speaks.

"Nah, we literally wrestled on the couch yesterday, You're a tough girl." He wonders, voice low as he clearly attempts to woo you over. "But how about I... make you tired?" He says in English, making you giggle.

"Your English is cute." You tease a little, and he squints his eyes at you, biting the skin of his lips as he shakes his head.

"Not cute." He responds, shaking his head, before he points at himself, eyebrows raising as if he's attempting to appear offended. "Sexy. I'm-.. hot boyfriend." He tells you, and you laugh again. "You no take me serious?" He asks, voice raising in pitch while you fall to your side, thoroughly amused by his antics.

"I love you, jungkook." You say between laughter, and he gets off of his spot before he attacks you on the couch instead, body now over yours as he playfully bites at your neck. He's had enough time now; an entire week of playfighting and getting to know you better in a physical sense- getting the hang of how he's supposed to handle you.

How he can handle you.

"Hmhm, I love you." He responds, before his antics turn into more sensual kisses against your jawline. "Dont want to?" He asks against your skin, and you shrug- playing hard to get. You've talked about things like these before- hell, you have quite literally jerked off on call before.

"Not in the mood." You simply answer to rile him up, not letting him know that you're very much in the mood, but unable to hide your grin.

"Is that so." He wonders, a deep purr underlining his low tone before he places his hands underneath your arms, pushing you higher up on the couch so your back is leveled against the side. "You think I can get you into the mood?"

"I don't know, can you?" You wonder at him, and he sits back at that, hands grabbing the bottom hem of his shirt before it's swiftly lifted over his head, arms easily slipping out of the short sleeves as it's thrown somewhere on the siderest of the couch behind him. There's a candle on the table, barely illuminating the scene of his apartment- but it's nice like this. He enjoys the soft orange glow of everything in front of him, especially your features. They're more accentuated like this, as if you're in some sort of alternative dimension where time doesn't exist and the outside world stands still for a moment.

"Can I take off?" He asks you, hands slipping underneath your fluffy sweater, and you nod, an okay he immediately grins at, lip running over his lips. It's the first time he'll see you in person like this. It'll be the first time he's going to be able to touch you, see you bare and raw and real, and it's exciting to him.

In a way, sex isn't even on his mind. All he wants to do right now is explore.

He's a bit disappointed when he realizes you're wearing a cotton bralette underneath the sweater, but at the same time, he really does like the aesthetic of it all. His palms run over your newly exposed skin with care, before they rest at your sides, head leaning down to kiss from your sternum right down to your belly button. You giggle a little when the cold tip of his nose brushes over your skin, tickling a little, and he grins as well, mind completely filled with you. "You're so pretty." He chuckles, and you nod at him.

"I feel very pretty now, too." You tell him, making him smile.

"You should." He agrees, before he grows bolder, leaning down to kiss you as one of his hands travels over your still covered chest. He can feel the warmth of your body through the fabric, nipple already hardening at the clear excitement of it all. So much for not being in the mood, he thinks to himself.

Kissing had never really been something he really found intimate or anything. It never felt special- but with you, he can't seem to get enough, and he honestly cannot explain it properly. If he was to be asked, he would probably blame it on his love for you, no matter how childish it might sound.

Right now, he feels different from any other encounter he'd ever had like this.

Before you right now, making out had always been somewhat of a necessary step for him to get to the main course, in a way. Like a habit you can't break because that's just what everybody else does- but right now, he believes that he could happily continue this for as long as you're up for it. It riles him up in more ways than just simple arousal- though that part is pretty clear at this point, underwear starting to feel uncomfortable especially when you lift your leg, knee brushing against his by now fully erect length still tucked away in grey cotton underwear and black sweatpants. It makes him groan lowly into your mouth, making you giggle in amusement as you repeat the motion, clearly aware of what it's doing to him.

"Brat." He scolds, before his fingers slip underneath the hem of your bralette, lifting it over your head, finally freeing your breasts for him to see. They look like art in the low warm glow of the scented candle on the table- and not just them. Your whole body that he's exposed at this point, from your collabone to the very edge of your jawline, it all feels like a movie, as if it's not real.

But it is. He's touching you, after all. He can feel you, see you- hear you.

Especially when you whine impatiently, pulling on one of the strings of his sweatpants, making him sit up on his heels. "I'll be right back-" He says, before he jumps over the backrest of the couch- instead of walking the other side around it like any normal person would. But he's anything but ordinary- and that's fine with you. You love him like this, after all.

Because that's him.

When he returns, he blows out the candle on the table, light from the bedroom enough to make it all visible enough so he can properly pick you up in his arms, lifted over his shoulder before he playfully smacks your butt.

"Jungkook!" You scold, laughing as he walks into his bedroom with you, setting you back onto your own legs before he kills the lights again, colorful led moodlight illuminating the walls and you before he crawls into bed with you.

"I kind of like you saying my name. A lot." He hums towards you, before he leans down to kiss your neck, hands back on your body. "And I really liked how you just called it out like that." he teases, referring to your little outburst at his antics. His gaze is dark and sharp as he looks at you, running his tongue over his piercing before he looks at you impishly, almost roughly pulling off your sweatpants down your ankles.

"Think I can make you do it again?"

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[resowrites]

Daredevil - oneshot.

Summary: Henry’s overprotectiveness drives his pregnant wife crazy…

Pairings: AU!Henry Cavill x Wife!OC

Warnings: fluff, banter/British humour, dialogue heavy, nondescript OC body type/appearance, hastily written/lightly proofread.

WC: 1765

A/N: My work must not be copied, reposted, or translated elsewhere. Likes, follows, reblogs and comments are thoroughly welcome and appreciated! Gifs/pics not my own. I hope you all enjoy and thanks for visiting!

Daredevil - oneshot.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" Henry's voice startled her and she almost lost her footing. "Careful, you're going to fall!" He dashed forwards, catching her as she teetered backward from the ladder.

"For God's sake! I almost fell off thanks to you!" Henry quickly helped her down, taking the large box from her hands as he did so.

"Well, what on earth are you doing?! You know you're not supposed to be doing any heavy lifting!" She couldn't help but roll her eyes.

"Don't be ridiculous, I had to get a start on clearing my office or we won't be able to make it into a nursery--"

"Then why didn't you just call me for help? I said I'd do it at the weekend, there's no need for you to be carrying heavy stuff or going up and down ladders--"

"Henry, you promised not to start becoming a fusspot--"

"How am I being a fusspot when my pregnant wife is scaling heights while juggling a load of boxes?!"

"So I'm not meant to move for the rest of my pregnancy am I?!" He folded his arms.

"Preferably, yes!"

"Oh, don't be ridiculous! I'm allowed to carry on as I would normally, you know women can even do weight training throughout their pregnancies?" Henry's eyes went wide.

"You're not planning on doing that, are you?!"

"Well, maybe. After all… it's better to be in good shape ready for the birth."

"You're are joking? You're not seriously going to lift weights in the gym?!"

"Well, I thought having a personal trainer come here would be better. Just let me know when you're not using the weights and I'll schedule the session." But he was in no mood for her teasing.

"You mean to tell me you're going to have some random guy come over and help you work out?!" She smirked.

"Oh, so now it's about the trainer? What if it's a woman instead?" Henry sighed and led her by the hand into their bedroom. Carefully, he sat her down on the edge of the bed and took a seat beside her.

"Ollie, I know you're a headstrong person but I must admit, I'm getting worried about how that's showing up in your pregnancy--"

"Aren't you being a tad dramatic? I mean, I haven't been advised to take any precautions so far--"

"And what if that changes? Will you follow the advice you're given?"

"Of course! Why are you making me sound like some irresponsible lunatic?"

"Well, I don't know about irresponsible…" She smiled.

"I'm serious, what risks do you think I've been taking?"

"Well, take a couple of nights ago. You got in the bath despite barely being able to keep your eyes open!"

"So? What does that have to do with anything?" Henry sighed and took her hand in his.

"Ollie, you have to accept that our lives are changing. And there will be some things you just can't do anymore." She jumped to her feet and angrily crossed her arms.

"Henry, I'm not an idiot and I would appreciate it if you stopped treating me like one--" she turned to leave only for him to catch her by the sleeve.

"Whoa, there. I neither said nor implied any such thing. But what would have happened if you'd fallen asleep in the bath Ollie? I would never forgive myself if anything happened to you or the baby…" Henry's eyes seemed to glaze over temporarily and she felt bad about being so defensive.

"Oh, Henry. I had no idea you were feeling so anxious…" She sat back down on the bed, taking his hand once again.

"I'm not anxious!"

"Look, I'm worried about the responsibility of becoming a parent as well--"

"I'm not worried, either. More… concerned. I mean, there's only so much I can do to protect you both."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, it's my job as a husband and father to keep you both safe. And if I can't even do that before the baby gets here… it hardly bodes well for the future."

"But Henry you do protect us. Every day, in fact. You make sure I'm eating well, and getting enough rest. I can't even leave the house without you holding my hand or walking between me and the road!"

"And what if that's not enough? I won't always be around…"

"Well, I'm sure we'll manage--"

But it won't be easy for them to have such a handsome, famous father!"

"What do your looks have to do with anything?! And I'm not a china plate Henry and neither is the baby. There's going to be accidents, injuries… times when we're sick. It's just a part of life." Henry looked down, shifting slightly from one foot to the other.

"I know, I know. But just promise me you'll take it easy. At least until you're past the twelve-week mark?" She looked into his pleading eyes and could see it was useless trying to disagree.

"Fine, but only if you promise to try and relax a little. Who knows what the future will bring but I want us to both enjoy this pregnancy. Before we know it, it'll all be over."

"You're right. It's just tough feeling so powerless…" An idea suddenly popped into her head.

"Well, why don't we get a fetal doppler? That way we can listen to the baby's heartbeat at home."

"Can we really do that?!" She nodded eagerly.

"From twelve weeks onwards, yeah. And you're also welcome to check in with as many times as you want each day, no matter where you are or what you're doing." Henry visibly relaxed and placed his hands gently on his stomach.

"Do you also promise to tell me the minute anything feels off? Even if you're not entirely sure what it is?"

"Of course, darling. I know it's just as important for you to have that information as it is for me. But please try and relax, there's no use worrying over what we can't control. Now give me a hand with these boxes, once they're up in the loft I can start moving the furniture out of my office as well." He jumped to his feet and came between her and the door.

"Oh no you don't! You're not lifting any more boxes. And if you want things moved then you'll have to ask me."

"But then how will I turn the loft into a workout room?" Henry's mouth fell open. "I'm kidding! You are far too easy to wind up these days. Anyway, I thought you didn't like it when I bossed you about?"

"Well, you just said to stop worrying about things we can't change…" She bopped him on the arm. "Ow! I think somebody's overdue for a nap, don't you?" As if on queue, she yawned.

"Henry, if I wanted a nap, I'd take one…" She yawned again and Henry just shook his head.

"Into bed now, madam. And if you're good I'll bring your dinner up later as well."

"Are you going to cut it into little squares and give me a fruit shoot as well?" He smirked as he made his way around the bed and pulled back the covers.

"Ollie, you can argue with me all you like, it's great practise for when we have an actual toddler…" She grabbed a pillow off the bed and chucked it straight at Henry.

"The only toddler here is you, it's why you're so good at antagonising me all the bloody time!" He patted her spot on the bed and she reluctantly sank into the sheets. Henry then lifted up her feet and pulled them around so she was laying straight. "What's next, are you going to sing me to sleep?"

"What's that? I can't hear you over the sound of being right--"

"How are you right?! I told you, I'm not a bit sleepy." But her heavy eyes betrayed her. He then settled in beside her, rubbing the base of her stomach the way he always did to help her to sleep.

"Come on mama, time for beddy-byes…"

"Hey, do you think the baby sleeps when I'm asleep?"

"…They'll be awake more than that." Though her eyes were closed she thwacked Henry on the chest.

"You know, just for that, I think I'll do a motorbike jump over ten London buses at Wembley Stadium…"

"Have you been reading my Evel Knieval biography?"

"Well I had to find something to do between marathon training and shotput practise…" He rolled his eyes.

"Well don't go getting any ideas… you're a danger to yourself as it is."

"Oh stop it, I was actually reading it to get inspiration…"

"For what?!"

"Baby names."

"You are not naming our baby after some mad stunt performer!"

"But Knievel Cavill sounds lovely!"

"Go to bed missy, before I launch you out the bloody window!" She curled up closer to Henry.

"Ooh, now you're talking. I like a bit of danger. Maybe we should put together a knife-throwing act…"

"Don't bloody tempt me. Now close your eyes and think calm thoughts, our baby needs all the help they can get."

"I will not! I don't want them turning into a nerd or I'll come home to find the two of you painting those bloody figures!"

"Warhammer, woman! And far better they do that than be some hooligan!" She giggled. "Can you imagine them having a goth phase like you did?"

"I was never a goth!"

"You had dreadlocks! And listened to Megadeath!"

"Oh God, what if they get the worst of both of us?!"

"What, like loving air guitar as well as online player games?"

"Exactly, throw in your third nipple and they'll be an outcast!"

"It wasn't a third nipple, it was a cyst--"

"Oh Henry, I can't bare the thought of them being teased--"

"They won't be! Besides, with the kind of school they'll be going to, there'll be much better targets."

"I suppose… do you really think our lives will change that much?"

"I guess so, yeah."

"But what about us?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, what if we change? I like the person I am now and it took a long time to get here…"

"Darling, I promise you will be just as uncool when the baby's here as you are now. Now go to go to sleep, you can't even keep your eyes open."

"Fine, but keep rubbing my tummy…"

"Will do, after all the more love our child feels the less likely they're turn to heavy metal." She kicked him in the shin.

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[marblemoonstones]

🩵 catharsis ~ chapter nine

main masterlist

series masterlist 

pairing: bts ot7 x reader

genre: collegestudentreader!au 

warnings: ❗️any characters in the story have nothing to do with their real life counterparts❗️f reader, reader with glasses, curse words, too many italicized words *lmk if i missed any*

word count: ~4.4k

a/n: i really love this chapter sm so i hope you do too :) also sorry for the time skip, i am planning out the rest of the series and need to reach a certain point!  ……………………………………………………………………………………………………………

A couple weeks pass since that night, and I find myself happier than normal. I gave up on moving to the dorms because the boys immediately shot that idea down when I brought it up to them. 

Sure, the rumors are still happening, but I am doing my best to ignore them and they’ve died down a bit for now. Although, whenever the boys see Haneul they are icier than normal.

It’s the delicious time of the year where autumn is in full swing. Hot chocolate is coming into season and so is cider. I bust out the sweaters and jeans as well as my thick fluffy socks. 

The second week in October is also arts week at uni. The university brings in alumni and also has all students who are involved in art in some way participate. While all the boys (minus Jungkook) don’t attend uni anymore, they’re all alumni and annually participate (minus Namjoon). He tells me that he still enjoys arts week thoroughly though.

I also take part during this beautifully hectic week. I’m in choir and also am doing a dance showcase. Jimin reveals his contemporary dance idea for us two (I omit that I already knew about it) so we’re practicing hard for that. 

The boys made me a schedule. Well, “the boys” really means that Yoongi added all our events to one big shared calendar that is really all of our schedules. I color coded my events so I can keep them all straight.

Monday: art gallery with joon 

Tuesday: visit tae gallery 

Wednesday: watch jk film starring jin @6pm

Thursday: visit yoongi showcase/gallery

Friday: concert @7, arrive @6pm!!

Saturday: final rehearsal @10am. dance showcase @6pm, arrive @4!!

It’s currently Sunday evening and the boys and I are watching a movie (Mulan) before the chaos of the week starts. This past week has been hell as well, but we made a promise to each other to be available Sunday evening for a rest. 

I look around and see that Hobi and Taehyung have already conked out. Jimin is carding his fingers through Tae’s hair and sends me a soft smile when I glance at him. 

The mood is so cozy and I find myself dozing on Jin’s shoulder. Once in a while he’ll ghost a soft kiss on the top of my head. I’m too tired to wonder why. The last thing I remember is an avalanche before I’m out.

~

I am a queencard, you wanna be the queencard? Imma a queencard, imma queencard…

The voices of G-idle wake me up and I groan, regretting my alarm choices. I thought I was so smart to use a powerful pop song to wake up to, hoping that it would motivate me for the killer week ahead. Instead, I want to chuck my phone into outer space.

“Alright alright. I get it. I’m a queencard,” I mumble under my breath. Stretching, I turn off the alarm and relish in the silence. 

…

“Y/n! Y/N! Y/N!” 

My door bursts open. Well. That lasted about two seconds. It’s Taehyung and Jungkook. What a surprise.

“What?” I ask, annoyed that they’re barging in at the early time of 8:23am (which, hypothetically isn’t that early but I need an excuse to complain about). 

“You ready for this week? It’s gonna be killer Y/n!” Jungkook cheers, bouncing on my bed like a child would on Christmas morning.

I shove him off as Tae cackles.

“Fuck off. It’s too early for this. Why are you in here?” I ask, trying to herd them out, but failing because they have the core strength of gods. 

“Because breakfast is gonna be ready soon! And Jin-hyung wanted to give you time to get ready and stuff beforehand!” Tae almost shouts. 

I cringe, my eardrums practically exploding. 

“Okay, thanks. Now get out.” I point to the door and can sense their hesitation so I use their moment of weakness to shove them again.

“Get. Out!” 

They leave and I sigh as I lean against the door. How much caffeine have they had? I wonder as I go to shower.

~

I wrap my towel around me and shove on my glasses. The steam in the bathroom just fogs them up so I open the door. 

“AAH!” I scream, shutting it instantly. 

Yoongi’s standing in the middle of my room, looking bored amongst the pink and green hues.

“What do you want?!” I shout, placing one hand on my beating heart in the bathroom.

“Sorry, Y/n. I didn’t mean to startle you,” he starts, “It’s just that I was sent to give you this dress from Namjoon.” 

What? A dress? Couldn’t he have given me that without giving me a heart attack?

“Okay,” I grind out, already annoyed at the energetic wake up call from the maknaes, “Why can’t he give it to me himself?” 

“Because he was too afraid that he’d rip or stain it or something,” is the response.

That makes sense, but I’m still kind of pissed off at Yoongi just coming in my room.

“Great. Thanks for the dress, Yoongi, now can you get out? I need to get dressed in this apparently special outfit and you’re kinda barring me from that.” I say, sarcasm dripping from my tone. 

“Yeah, sorry about that. And sorry about the maknaes coming in to wake you up too. I’ll go,” says the ever respectful Yoongi. 

“Thank you,” I say gratefully through the bathroom door.

I hear my bedroom door shut and crack the bathroom door open. Peering out, there’s no one in my room and I open the door all the way. There’s a package on the bed which I can only assume is the dress Yoongi was talking about.

I put on my undergarments and carefully open the dress. I pull it out and it’s one of the most gorgeous things I’ve ever seen. 

The smooth fabric is a stunning shade of brown and has shimmers of gold sewn into it. The long sleeves add elegance and the tiered skirt makes it seem as if it’s a ball gown and not a normal day dress. I try it on and it magically fits perfectly. It reaches my ankles, but with shoes on I won’t step on it. I feel truly pretty, and wonder how the boys always know what looks best on me. 

I forego hair and makeup for after breakfast and make my way downstairs feeling way too overdressed, especially for a Monday.

I descend the stairs, holding up the dress like I’m Snow White or something. 

Just  my luck: they’re all gathered at the kitchen table.

Namjoon is the first to see me, eyes becoming bigger than saucers and I swear his mouth drops a little. 

The other boys soon follow suit. Jin chokes on his food and Hobi almost drops his mug. Yoongi is frozen like a statue and the maknaes full on “Woah.” 

“Um, good morning?” I say, stifling my laugh at their shell shocked expressions.

“You look so fucking good,” Jungkook blurts out.

Jin, having taken a sip of water, promptly spits it out.

I crack at that. This shatters the silence and soon everyone is laughing with me.

“H-hyung-” Jimin is in stitches and almost falls out of his chair. “-you spit water right on Yoongi-hyung!” 

I look, and sure enough, Yoongi’s sitting there like a wet cat. There’s not too much water, but it makes the situation much funnier. We all die, and Jimin actually does fall out of his chair.

“Oh boy, what a way to start the morning,” Hobi says, wiping his tears.

“Yeah. I guess the dress is pretty good,” I say, then thank Jungkook for his compliment. “Thanks Kook, by the way. I appreciate it.”

He just grins his bunny smile. 

“Jungkook is absolutely right, Y/n. You look stunning, sweetpea,” Namjoon says, casually throwing in that damn nickname again. 

I smooth out the skirt, avoiding his eyes. “Thanks, Joon. It means a lot.”

“Namjoon has such good taste!” Exclaims Hobi, then he pouts. “I wish I was taking you to a fancy schmany art gallery.” 

“It’s okay, Hobi,” I almost laugh at his exaggerated pouty face. “We have plenty of time to do things together after arts week!” 

“Why don’t you sit down Y/n, have some breakfast before you leave,” Jin says, gesturing to the table. 

“Wait, we don’t want you to spill anything on your dress,” says Taehyung. He quickly gets an apron and ties it around my waist. 

“Isn’t this Jin’s apron?” I ask, looking at the familiar lilac hue with the stain in the corner. 

“Yes, but of course you can wear it honey,” says Jin. I’m going to have to start counting how many times they use nicknames.

“Okay, thanks.” I dig into the delicious spread. We chat about our plans for today. Hobi and Jimin have their individual dance rehearsals, Jungkook has to go to the first day of the film festival, Yoongi has to attend his music gallery, and Taehyung is putting the finishing touches on his designs. Jin doesn’t have much to do today, but I know he’ll accompany someone to their respective event today.

After finishing a semi-peaceful breakfast, it’s time for all of us to face the realities of the day. 

Everyone scatters and I turn to Namjoon, asking him what time we need to be at the exhibit.

“It starts at eleven, so we have about an hour until we need to leave,” he replies. 

I nod and then decide to go help wash the dishes since there’s nothing better for me to do. 

“Nuh uh. You’re not washing the dishes in that dress. Go sit,” Jin commands. 

“But Jin,” I whine, “I’m booored. We don’t leave for another hour! And I can’t help anyone else. What am I supposed to do until then?” 

He chuckles at my misery.

“I know, honey, but maybe just read or something. Enjoy this bored feeling while it lasts.” He shoos me out of the kitchen so I decide to go upstairs because I realize that I forgot to do my hair and makeup.

I’m walking up the stairs as Jungkook comes rushing down. We collide with a small “Oof!” I feel…damp, so I look down and see that my dress is wet. 

“Oh my god! I’m so sorry, Y/n,” Jungkook says, panic written on his face, “Your dress! I’m such an idiot. Oh my god. I can’t believe I did that.” 

He seems to have spilled his coffee on my dress.

“It’s okay!” I try to reassure Jungkook, but Jin is already at the scene. 

“Kook! Watch where you’re going!” He scolds, but doesn’t berate the poor boy much longer because Jungkook looks about close to tears. 

All over a dress, I think. 

“I’m so sorry Y/n! I’ll pay for dry cleaning, whatever it needs!” 

Jin grabs some napkins to dab at the growing stain but it’s no use. I know that I won’t be wearing this today.

“It’s fine, Kook.” I try to give him a reassuring smile, but he doesn’t seem to buy it. 

“No, it’s not Y/n! Why aren’t you upset?” He asks me desperately.

I’m confused. 

“Is that…how you want me to react?” I ask him, befuddled at his reaction.

“No, it’s just that the average person would be mad at Kook,” Jin explains, finishing dabbing at the excess of coffee, “But it looks like you’re not an average person.” 

I grab Jungkook’s hands and look him in the eye. “Jungkook, I promise, I don’t care. I will find something else to wear. Now go.” I give him a look and he grudgingly goes to leave. 

“Thank you, Y/n,” Jin murmers quietly to me, “He’s been so stressed over the film festival that even a small thing upsets him more than it should.” 

“It’s all good,” I reply, “I understand.” 

We part ways and I go upstairs to tell Namjoon that I can’t wear his dress that he chose. 

“It’s okay, Y/n, I heard what happened,” he says, and I try not to ogle him in his button up and tie. 

“Okay, great. Let me go change and touch myself up,” I say, turning away so I can’t see his muscles underneath his shirt. 

“Y/n!” I run into Taehyung on the short distance from Namjoon’s room to my own.

“Yeah?” I ask, mentally running through my closet to find another dress to wear.

“I have a dress you can wear!” This snaps me out of my thoughts.

“You do?” I ask, although I shouldn’t be surprised because Taehyung is a goddamn fashion designer.

“Yes! Come to my room and I can give it to you!” Before I can say anything more he gently pulls me to his room.

I internally gag at the amount of stuff in his room, much like Jungkook’s but with more artsy elements thrown in like crystals on the desk or colored pencils strewn everywhere. 

“Tae-“

“Aha! Here it is. I knew buying it was a good choice!” Taehyung pulls out a bag on a hanger and thrusts it into my arms. 

“Go! Now! This dress will make you and Namjoonie-hyung’s date perfect!” 

I gape like a fish before sputtering “It’s not a date!” 

“Sure it isn’t. Now hurry up! I want to see the full look before you leave!” Taehyung winks then shuts the door on me. 

I’m left standing outside his door like a mom who got kicked out by their teenage son.

“You heard the boy! Go!” Shouts an enthusiastic Hobi from across the hall.

I chuckle and make my way two doors down.

I shut the door (and lock it for good measure) then gingerly unzip the bag. A gasp leaves me. There’s the dress that I found when I went shopping with Taehyung and Jungkook a while ago. The crimson color and gold flowers are still gorgeous, and I can’t wait to slip it on.

I do my hair and makeup first then put on the dress. The sweetheart neckline fits perfectly and I grab my low shimmery heels. I double check that my purse is ready and open my door.

I head downstairs and hear Yoongi whistle and Hobi shout “Looking good Y/n!” 

I scoff but feel myself smile. 

“There we go! Looking fabulous, if I do say so myself,” Taehyung says, taking a photo of me on his phone.

“Tae! Stop!” I say, covering my face. 

“But I have to remember this day!” He pouts, but lowers his phone. 

“He’s right you know,” Jin chimes in from his spot at the table. 

“Ugh Jin not you too!” I groan, lowering myself to put on my shoes.

“Let me.” Taehyung puts them on and it feels like a damn Cinderella moment. 

“Thanks, Tae.” He salutes then goes upstairs to get Namjoon.

“You really do look gorgeous, honey,” Jin says, walking over and fixing my hair before giving me quick kiss on the head.

I flush. 

“Thanks, Jin.” 

“C’mon hyung! Y/n is patiently waiting for you, so the least you can do is hurry up.” Taehyung’s voice is heard from upstairs and is followed by an annoyed Namjoon’s voice.

“I’m coming, Taehyung. You’re the one who made me change my tie!”

Boisterous laughter filters downstairs and Jin and I look at each other, bemused.

They finally come downstairs with Taehyung leading a blindfolded Namjoon.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Namjoon asks after stumbling on a step.

“Yes. We have to do a big reveal!” Taehyung insists.

After reaching the bottom of the stairs (safely) Taehyung gestures for me to come stand in front of Namjoon.

“Three, two, one!” He pulls off the blindfold with a flourish and Namjoon blinks to adjust to the light. 

I stand there awkwardly as Namjoon takes in my outfit. His eyes rove over me and I do the same to him. He always is handsome, but today he looks…hot. Taehyung must have helped him. His button up is now rolled up to his elbows, showing off his arms and his tie matches my dress. His tighter pants accentuate his godly thighs and I can see his arm muscles strain when he moves.

Fuck fuck fuck.

(a/n: namjoon is the reason i got into bts, btw)

“Wow. You look amazing, Y/n,” Namjoon breathes out. 

“So do you. How did you have a tie to match me?” I ask him, noting how the red shade is the exact color of my dress.

“Tae just so happened to have one for me to borrow,” Namjoon says, side eyeing said man. 

“Hey, leave me out of this. You two should get going on your date,” Taehyung says, arms up in fake surrender and backs out of the room, dragging Jin with him.

“It’s not a date!” I hiss at him as he leaves me with yet another wink. 

“I guess that’s our clue to leave?” Namjoon asks, pulling on his shoes, “Seriously, though, Y/n, you look stunning.”

“Aw, thanks Joon,” I say sincerely as we hop into his car. 

(a/n: in this au he can drive, please don’t kill me!!)

We arrive at the venue - a nice building on campus that’s already bustling with people. 

Stepping out, I feel overdressed as most people have on nicer casual clothing like a sundress. 

Namjoon must notice my distress because he says, “You look stunning, Y/n. These poorly dressed people won’t know what hit them.”

I laugh at that and we make our way in. 

They have a small finger food and drinks table to the side so we head over to get some things to munch on. 

“These mini sandwiches are heaven.” I almost moan, sad that there aren’t any left since we took the last ones.

“Here, have mine.” Namjoon offers me his plate and I shake my head. I can’t take his food. 

“No, really. I don’t think I’ll like them and I’d rather have cookies.” He insists so I take them but give him my cookies on my plate. 

“It’s a fair trade,” I say. 

We grab some punch and meander our way through the exhibit. There’s a great variety of paintings ranging from watercolor flowers to abstract Pollock-style art. The artists are all standing by their respective paintings and many are chatting with people. 

Some students also chose to want to sell their art. I can tell who they are because of the star sticker on their description. Their prices are expensive, so I stick to admiring it from afar. 

Namjoon and I are mostly quiet, looking at the different paintings and reading the descriptions. Occasionally we’ll chat with the artist before making our way to the next painting.

“Oh my gosh! I feel like Jin would really like this one,” I say, looking at the painting. It’s a gorgeous garden, and the smooth strokes still manage to have a slight texture to them. 

“Yeah you’re right…I think I’ll buy it for him,” Namjoon says, and I feel a sense of pride at being able to help.

Namjoon talks to the seller and organizes a price. After writing a check, he comes back to admire it with you. 

“Did I ever tell you how we came to all date each other?” Namjoon randomly says.

I turn to him.

“No, but you don’t have to tell me,” I say, wondering where this came from.

“It’s alright. I want to.” 

I look at him as he begins.

“I first met Jimin when I was a sophomore and he was a freshman here. Did you know Jimin’s first major was education?” Namjoon shakes his head, a fond smile on his face. “Yeah. He loved kids, but realized that he loved dance more. We grew close during that year though, and began dating that summer.” 

I’ve always suspected that Namjoon and Jimin have a special bond, and I can totally see Jimin being an amazing teacher. 

(a/n: sorry for another note but teacher!jimin is inspired by sgmb!jimin. i don’t make the rules 🤷🏻‍♀️)

“The next year Jimin began his dance major program and met Hobi-hyung. They bonded over their love of dance and somewhere along the way we became a trio. Jimin was the one who expressed interest in Hobi-hyung first, but I soon followed. We decided to give it a try, and it ended up working out.” 

I take a sip of punch as Namjoon continues.

“Hobi-hyung became interested in Jin-hyung next, and with Jin-hyung came Yoongi-hyung. I don’t remember the exact day, but we all were drunk one night and confused each others’ feelings. You know the saying: drunk words come to mean sober thoughts. We all realized that we liked each other as more than just friends.” 

We continue to stroll slowly down the exhibit.

“There were five of us now in our relationship. It was hard to manage at the beginning, but we fell into a comfortable groove.” 

Namjoon pauses, glancing at me and taking a drink. 

“So only Tae and Jungkook were left, right?” I ask, making sure I got the facts straight.

“Yep. They’re our babies, but it was actually Jimin who found them as well. I guess we should be thanking him for bringing a lot of us together.” Namjoon laughs at that.

“Anyways, Jimin was friends with Taehyung because of a class together and then they got paired up in a project. Jimin fell for Tae and then also Jungkook. The five of us were skeptical about adding more people to our already big relationship, but Jimin was adamant. We trusted him enough to give it a shot, and the rest is history.”

Namjoon finishes and looks at me, smiling as he thinks about his boyfriends.

“That’s such a cute story!” I say, thinking about how they all found each other.

“Thank you, Y/n. You know, at this point, I even think the boys wouldn’t mind if we brought another person into our relationship,” says Namjoon.

I furrow my brows. 

“Really? That would be a lot of people.” I wonder how one could manage that big of a relationship.

“Yeah but if they all like each other then it works, right?” Asks Namjoon.

“I guess so. I don’t really know but I don’t have much experience with a big relationship,” I say, darting my eyes to another painting, “Look at that one! It’s gorgeous, let’s go take a look.” 

I steer Namjoon over and also steer the conversation away from relationships. Why do I feel hot all over?

~

Near the end of the exhibit I see a familiar face.

“Seungmin!” I walk quickly over, Namjoon following me.

“Oh, hey Y/n!” He says, grinning as I come over to where he and a couple others are standing. 

Namjoon quietly clears his throat.

“Oh! Seungmin, this is Namjoon. Namjoon, this is Seungmin. He’s in my Foundations of Education class,” I explain. 

They nod at each other and I swear I see Namjoon’s jaw tick. But it’s just my imagination, right?

Seungmin smiles.

“So, Y/n, if you’re interested in art come take a look at my boyfriend Hyunjin-hyung’s!” 

I look at the painting in front of me and am in awe. It’s gorgeous, the strokes precise yet delicate and it’s walking a nice line between abstract and realistic. 

“Wow. He’s really talented,” I say, Namjoon humming in agreement. 

“Thank you. I appreciate it,” says a voice behind me. 

I turn and there’s who I assume to be Hyunjin. 

“Of course! I love this style,” I compliment. 

“Hyunjin-hyung is going to be famous someday,” Seungmin boasts, giving the latter a quick peck on the cheek.

“Oh, stop, Seungminnie,” Hyunjin says, but still accepts the kiss.

“No, no, it’s true,” another familiar voice chimes in. Sure enough, there’s Bangchan. 

“Hey Channie-hyung. This is Y/n and Namjoon, her boyfriend!” Seungmin pipes up.

I widen my eyes and go to tell them the truth but Namjoon just sticks his hand out and says, “Pleased to meet you.” 

Well. I guess we’re a couple now.

The five of us talk for a couple minutes and then Namjoon surprises me.

“Hey, Hyunjin, I’m interested in buying this piece of art. What’s your price?” He asks. 

They negotiate and eventually settle on one. Namjoon writes another check and I bid goodbye to Seungmin and his boyfriends.

“Bye Seungmin! See you in class later.” I wave as we walk away. He waves back then turns to his boyfriends.

“He’s seems nice,” Namjoon says, although there’s an underlying tone of something I can’t quite place. Boredom? Anger? Jealousy? 

No. That can’t be right.

“He is. I’m glad he has his boyfriends,” I say, snatching a cheese cube and promptly shoving it in my mouth. Ugh. So good.

“Me too. C’mon, Y/n, I know you’re craving food.” 

Namjoon laughs at my face and I glare at him, but he’s right. Those mini sandwiches can only fill a person up to a certain point.

“Alright fine.” 

I give in and we go to Sonic. Call me crazy but I really wanted a grilled cheese from there.

“What do you want Y/n?” Namjoon asks after he ordered himself.

“A grilled cheese with a large fries and a medium-“

“-cherry vanilla Dr. Pepper,” Namjoon finishes, popping his dimple out at me, “You got it!”

I wonder how he knows my order but guess it’s because I go here so often.

“Hey, let me pay!” I protest, trying to hand Namjoon my credit card.

“No, it’s okay! I took you out to the art exhibit so I need to pay for the whole thing.” He’s already sliding in his card so I sigh. 

“Fine, fine. One of these day you guys have to let me do something to pay you back,” I grumble. 

“Just you is a payment enough.” Namjoon smiles and I roll my eyes. Sure, they always say that but I still want to find someway to pay back their kindness. 

Our food arrives soon after and we munch in the car.

“Ohhhh I love Sonic so much,” I say, stuffed after Namjoon let me have some of his chili cheese fries. 

He laughs while he pulls out. I smack his arm (damn his bicep is huge).

“Okay, okay! Sorry.” 

We laugh together and I close my eyes on the drive back. 

Contentment fills my body and I fall asleep listening to Namjoon softly humming.

a/n: namtiddies for life, am i right? i wanted namjoon to have more time with the mc so i basically dedicated this entire chapter to him haha. hope you enjoyed reading 🫶🏼🫶🏼

[chubs291]

Prompt #16 Third-Rate A one sided duel

wanted to try something a little lighter for Alaric, enjoyed it a good bit enjoy

Alaric stepped into the open arena, stretching out his back and arms, ready for what he thought would be a fight. The black mage had found himself rather strapped for cash as of late and so decided that it would be beneficial to join this advertised tournament that he saw, some Doman nobility was holding it more for his amusement than anything but the payout would be grand. 

Now it was the final fight, Alaric versus this red mage, the fights beforehand hadn’t been much to deal with. Most of the brawlers he was able to simply chip away at from a distance whilst the ranged foes found their assaults warded by walls of ice, which proved very effective. 

He had yet to fight a fellow caster though so he was actually quite excited to see how this one would turn out. He was in for quite a surprise. 

On the opposite side of the arena an au ra male walked out, the red garb of a red mage proudly on display and acting just as much of an eyesore as it always does. Alaric shook his head slightly as he drew his staff. However before he could even begin to cast his first spell the au ra lifted both hands into the air. “NOW YOU JUST WAIT A MINUTE MAGE!” The Raen shouted, “I am Harukim Naeuri! And you are a disgrace to anyone who calls themselves a mage!” The au ra began to approach but he never drew his weapons, the most aggressive thing he did was an accusational finger jabbed directly towards the old man. “I know of you, oh I do Alaric Vance!” Harukim’s face was red with anger. . . for some reason. 

“Now what have I even done to you boy?” Alaric asked but before he could get another word in the Au Ra once again spoke up. 

“Oh no no no you shall not disgrace this fine crowd with your horrid dribble!” The crowd was currently just mummering to each other, mainly confused on why the two fighters had begun to have an argument. “I know of you, I’ve heard your tale! And I know for a fact that you are a second-rate mage and a third-rate adventurer! You lack the echo, you’re an old man, hells you just began adventuring not but a month ago! What makes you think that you can waltz about like you are just as good as the rest of us! What gives you the right?” 

Alaric began to open his mouth, to make some form of rebuttal but once more it was cut off.

“I spent years upon years perfecting my craft, to become the best at what I do! To be a red mage is to have a perfect and delicate balance of both white and black magic, your body and spirit must be in perfect equilibrium! But you! You learned black magic from a blind witch off the side of the road I heard! Your job stone is one you made yourself, and out of quite poor materials if I recall correctly. You, Alaric Vance, are a joke and an embarrassment to all who call themself a black mage and I feel personally insulted just by being half associated with the profession!” The au ra had a proud look on his face, as if he had so thoroughly destroyed Alaric with his insults. The only thing that the old hyur had noticed was that Harukim had moved rather close to him. Damn shame that was, damn shame. With one solid right the au ra had been sent sprawling to the ground, note this was not some technique, this was no pugilist art, this was just a full force punch powered by the strength that being an outdoorsman for nigh on thirty years gives a man. Harukim did not even know what hit him as he fell to the ground, his hat floating down onto his chest not but a few seconds after. 

This would definitely have to be one of Alaric’s strangest fights that he had ever experienced, certainly was satisfying though.

[bluiex]

More for my limited life mafia au! (there will be a follow up part to this)

Scar and Grian go on a mission to retrieve information. Considering that they somewhat recently confessed their feelings to each other, they’re not too focused on the mission.

—————

“How’s this for a first date?” Scar says, a little too loudly and cheerfully for the situation they’re in.

Grian elbows him, “this isn’t a date.”

“It sure feels this way!”

Grian shoots him a withering glare, “keep quiet. If we get caught it’d be both of our heads.”

“As I said, one hell of a first date!” Scar replies, enthusiasm not fading one bit, but he does get a little quieter.

“I hate you,” Grian mutters, peering around the corner.

“Sure, sure,” Scar answers, unconvinced. “If you truly hated me, you wouldn’t have agreed to go out on a date.”

“I agreed to go on a date later, not the next time we’re alone together.” Grian counters, leaving the nook they were hiding in. He leads them deeper into the building, keeping his movements silent. Not that it matters since Scar doesn’t seem to care about being silent.

“I don’t know why you seem so opposed to this, G.”

Grian feels his face heat up at the nickname, “because nothing about this is romantic?” He manages to keep his tone even and not flustered.

“I beg to differ,” Scar says, wrapping an arm around Grian’s waist.

He barely manages to suppress the urge in him to attack Scar at the sudden touch. Instead, Grian just pulls his hand off him, pretending he didn’t enjoy it as much as he did. “We need to be fully focused on this mission,” he hisses sternly.

“I am focused!” Scar counters.

Grian glances at him, confirming that Scar very much isn’t focused. On the mission, that is, considering that he’s staring at Grian. He quickly looks ahead again, forcing himself to not blush.

Grian freezes when he hears people talking, glancing around for a hiding spot. The acts the moment he sees a door, grabbing Scar and pulling him through it. It’s only as he steps in does he realizes what it is. With no time left to find a better spot, Grian pulls Scar into the storage closet with him and closes the door. It is an incredibly tight space.

“Well hello there,” Scar murmurs, voice barely louder than a breath, although perfectly audible to Grian since they’re practically pressed against each other.

“H-hey,” Grian replies, a little breathless, all thoughts of the mission gone from his head due to how close Scar is to him.

Grian can barely make out the smirk on Scar’s face when he realizes the effect he has on Grian. Scar slowly reaches a hand up to gently grab Grian’s chin. He inhales shakily but lets Scar tilt his head up a little. He stays perfectly still as Scar slowly leans down, giving Grian plenty of time to push him away, and presses their lips together.

Grian unfreezes at the kiss, reaching up and grabbing onto Scar’s shirt and pulling him closer. Scar wraps his other arm around Grian in response. Not one to let someone else take control, he moves one hand up into Scar’s hair. He gives a light tug, causing Scar to gasp. Grian immediately takes advantage and slips his tongue into his mouth. Grian is too busy thoroughly exploring to parse what the sounds Scar’s making means, outside of them being from enjoyment.

They break apart much too soon, in Grian’s opinion, breathing heavily. The moment he catches his breath, he leans back up to kiss Scar again, but the other pulls back. “Scar?” He whispers, barely suppressing his desperation.

“I think the cost is clear,” he murmurs back, his low tone sending shivers down Grian’s spine.

Grian flushes when he understands what Scar said. After everything he said about Scar needing to focus on the mission, he’s the one who gets distracted. Scar chuckles at his frustrated groan.

OMMMGGG mission date >:3c this is so good.. Nothing better than a good ol make out sesh while on a mission LOL love love

[orestescontact]

Good day to you! I'm Ore (Tes is also acceptable). She/her pronouns only, please. I've roleplayed off and on since Quizilla was a common fandom name, from Email to Tumblr to Twitter and a scattering of others. My hyper-fixations are Undertale - more so its abundance of AUs - and Five Nights at Freddy's: Security Breach. The only roleplay(s) I would have an interest in would involve either or in some capacity, whether that be canon-compliant or lifting the characters off the page for use in an original idea. I'll unabashedly admit my interest lies in OC x CC plots but how that is portrayed is up for discussion; as much as I fancy a romance, it's a shame platonic pairings often fall by the wayside.

Specifications

While I'll consider OC x OC, CC x CC is off the table.

FxM is where I'm most comfortable but I'm open to MxM. FxF I've never done but am not opposed to.

21+ is preferred. Due to the possibility of dark content and heavy topics, I won't write with anyone under 18. Honestly, the thought of writing romance alone with a minor squicks me out.

Smut is an option and can even be the focus. I'm not picky between plot or lewd-driven. Limits and kinks will be thoroughly discussed if anything sexual is to take place.

Speaking of, my tastes are extensive. I love horror, thriller, survival, romance, slice of life, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort—suggest something and there'll likely be an angle I'd enjoy.

I default to 2-3 paragraphs per character or thereabouts and expect a similar effort. No one-liners of any sort. I'll mirror you when applicable and can write more if need be. Just please, no 1,000+ word replies. Mad respect to you lot but I just do not have that amount of energy anymore, good Lord.

Doubling is the expectation, yes? No? Is that how it's done here? I'd be happy to do so so we're both satisfied, at any rate.

Depending on the length of a reply, expect a response every one to three days. Take as long as you need to get back to me; I'm unbothered if you need some personal time or have a busy life. Take a week or two—hell, a month. I've got a chock-full schedule myself.

Over Discord (Orestes#6316) would be the highly preferred option.

Fandoms

Fnaf SB: I haven't gotten the opportunity to write for this yet. I'd be willing to try out most of the cast as long as wiggle room is given. As for who I want to write against, a Sundrop, Moondrop, or even an Eclipse are, well, it. They are responsible for 80% of my current brain rot.

Undertale: My experience here is spotty and with so many AUs and interpretations of those AUs, I'm not confident making a blanket statement. I'd be able to write one of the skeletons, particularly a Sans, far better than any of the other characters. Be mindful that I can't guarantee the portrayal you're seeking; fandom is vast and a lot of original canon has been lost before even touching upon my personal headcanons. Who I'm looking for in return is also a long list of Sanses. In no particular order: any of the Bad Sanses group (including the less accounted for Error), multiple -fell verses, multiple -echo verses, and any iteration of -swapfell or -fellswap (though I have my favorites, many versions appeal to me). On occasion, I catch myself eyeing the Papyruses from the mess of -fells. There's more AU's I like but we'll be here all day if I list them all.

If you have any interest or questions, you can contact me through PMs or Discord (if the ad is old, Discord is your best bet). Please, please, please tell me something in your message. A plot, which fandom, what characters you're thinking—anything. "Hi" or "can we rp" doesn't inform me of any of your wants nor expectations.

[reilliane]

✤ — Universe: Tyranny AU ✤ — Concept: Recovering from Cantarella (ii) — Prequel: Recovering from Cantarella (i) ✤ — Characters: Alatus, Kazuha, Diluc, Xingqiu A/N: SECOND PART LETS GOOO- Are you dears ready for some shucking panic- also i may have gotten carried away lmao, more under the cut! i cant help it i enjoyed writing this-

All concentrated and serious diplomatic discussions within the banquet hall silence upon the explosive slamming of the doors.

The Prince is quick to turn his head in displeasure, unwelcoming of the disruption as he quirks an eyebrow. "Must you interrupt-?"

The previous silence erupts into a cacophony after everyone makes a quick realization that the one who has come inside is none other than the [Name], the Queen herself.

"Your Royal Majesty, you're awake!" Xingqiu stands from his seat, the silverware on the table clattering from his sudden movement.

He is followed shortly by the prince, who nods, pinching the bridge of his nose. Surely, stepping in to handle the affairs of the Kingdom had been the right thing to do.

Khemia is a Kingdom he didn't expect to be so thoroughly disciplined, though—the Queen's Knight might've told him that it's because of fear—so in truth he had little complications as a regent.

"Good to know. I hope you recover swiftly from now on."

"Mm? Why," the Queen folds her arms, chin tipped up, "It sounds like you're eager to leave, your Highness."

The prince sighs. "It—"

"Everyone, please do avert your stares."

Both Xingqiu and Diluc set their attention upon the Queen's personal Knight and servant—it was only the three of them in the room before the royal lady came—whose eyes are shut and face dusted pink.

"It is disrespectful.." utters Kazuha, voice wavering.

Disrespectful in what aspect- oh-

Oh.

Xingqiu is the first to react, unable to keep in his prior composure as he jerks away, face red. "My Queen, please, you are-!"

Not far from having the same reaction, Diluc opts to lower his head and close his eyes, frown twitching.

How come he didn't notice such a-

"Look at you lot all so flushed, don't tell me this is the first time you've seen a lady in her nightgown? Amusing,"

"My- my Queen, please refrain from saying such things!" exclaims Xingqiu before calling out to someone in a panic, urging to come and get the royal some cover.

"Perhaps her Majesty's still under influence of the antidote," murmurs the carmine-eyed servant as he stands, "The royal physician did say that it's more potent."

"I do not understand what this fuss is all about when I am merely pressed to know the state of my Kingdom whilst I was asleep,"

This is your reasoning, yet your head does feel quite hazy, not to mention feeling feverish.

You have a feeling that Kazuha might be correct—you've always been bold but it's just now that you're realizing that you may have thrown away your grace in the spur of your awakening.

Thud

Thud-

"What's all the racket for? It's barely seven-" you turn to look at the newcomer, only to smack against someone unceremoniously.

Still lethargic, you're quick to stumble, but a fall is prevented when someone catches you by the waist. Blinking, you glance upwards, deaf to the sudden chaos.

"Oh," Alatus is unable to hide the slight irk in his voice, "You're awake—"

"Unhand the Queen this instant!" comes three simultaneous voices, chorusing in complete mayhem.

The Yaksha's look is quizzical as he transfers his attention to the others. He's unable to ask anything for they are already repeating exclamation after exclamation with cerise and scarlet faces.

Alatus sighs, not understanding the fuss—at least not until he sees you looking at him with a daring expression.

He furrows his brows. "What-"

And gets a proper look.

You've never seen him be so swift to let go and turn around, the tips of his ears flaring with crimson as he marches to the door, takes a deep breath, and—

"What in the living hell is this!? Squire Rota, I assigned you to guard her Majesty's chambers! Where are you?!"

You think you can hear distant apologies, not like that's worth your attention now.

From the looks of it, Prince Ragnvindr had stepped in as regent. It's relieving to hear, at least the Kingdom was in good hands—temporarily.

You're awake now.

Though your body seems to say otherwise because your sight is criss-crossing once more and all of a sudden it feels like you are teetering off.

You curse, steadying yourself by the wall, which takes the attention of those in the room. Several voices clash again.

"For a Queen, you should've been mindful. You need rest, come."

"Why exhaust yourself in the first place? Let's go."

"Your Majesty, you mustn't test your limits. Do let me escort you."

"I will tend to you right away as always, my Queen."

Turning your stare up, you see the prince—though his eyes are fixated elsewhere.

Particularly, to the others. They're doing the same.

You glance at them, blinking in a dumbfounded manner upon realizing the situation.

Diluc has removed his coat and is extending it for you to take, and so is Kazuha with his own. On the other hand, Xingqiu has his gloved hand outstretched, similar to Alatus.

You hum. Am I seeing some spark or something?

Oh wait.

Are you supposed to choose?

(BONUS ART, DEARIES)

a/n: staring battle in a nutshell like-

Diluc: 'I am the Queen's fiancé.'

Xingqiu: 'On paper, your Highness.'

Kazuha: 'I am her Majesty's personal Knight as I am her servant.'

Alatus: (She should stay in bed more so she can stop terrorizing the locals-)

AEHFUAIHGIUAG IM SORRY XIAO/ALATUS STANS I SWEAR HE'S GOING TO COME AROUND SOON-

@cherryflushz @e7t3 @scarlet-halos @lordbugs @nebulaera @uwu-dreams @koi-chairowo

[whimsicallyreading]

You Don’t Even Go Here

Day Two for Rowaelin Month

A college AU

~

Aelin grins mischievously as she walks up the stairs of the men's dorm at Terresan University. The teal-blue waffle iron clutched under her arm.

Aedion didn't really need it. It had been on the fifty-percent-off rack at the supermarket, and he'd simply thrown it in the cart for good measure. Yet, when Aelin saw the box for it laying the hall, she'd seen opportunity.

It had hit her harder than she'd thought. Aedion leaving. They'd been raised like siblings but grew up something closer to best friends. It wasn't fair that he was nearly three years older and ready to leave when she wasn't prepared for him to go.

Aelin had cried the whole car ride home. Then when they finally got back to the house, she'd called him right away. He could hear how teary she was and happily obliged her call. Narrating his actions as he went about setting up his dorm room. He teased her about missing him, but she could tell that he missed her too.

So, armed with an excuse to visit him, Aelin made the hour-long drive to visit her cousin.

Aelin was halfway up the stairs but not paying too much attention to her surroundings. She was too busy repeating Aedion's room number over in her head because no matter how many times she checked her phone, it just wouldn't stick in her head. Maybe if she'd focused a little more on the things happening around her, she wouldn't have crashed into a half-naked man.

A solid and calloused hand darts out and grips her shoulder before she can go tumbling down the stairs. Its twin desperately clutching the towel wrapped around his waist.

Aelin looks up apologetically, and her jaw nearly falls to the floor. His white hair was still damp from the shower and swooped over the top of his head, and his biceps were too large for Aelin to wrap both hands around. An intricate tattoo coils elegantly from a cheekbone and down the length of his body.

He was a man indeed. Nothing like Chaol or Dorian or any of her junior friends. This was a new breed of man. The apex kind. Aelin is pretty sure she looks like a deer in the headlights, and she's too busy ogling him to understand the words he'd been repeating to her.

"Are you okay?" His eyebrows are furrowed as if he's afraid he'd literally struck her stupid. Aelin felt that wasn't far from the truth.

"Yes, sorry," she apologizes as she steps back, suddenly very aware of how in his personal space she was. "I wasn't paying attention. You just caught me by surprise."

Aelin was definitely panicking. Where was her swagger when she needed it most? Why would it choose now to abandon her?

By some miracle, he doesn't seem off-put by her awkwardness. In fact, a smile curls the edges of his lips, revealing a set of dimples that made her heart stumble.

Gods he had dimples.

"No, I ran into you. It's my fault. My name is Rowan.”

He holds out a hand, and Aelin shakes it clumsily. "I'm Aelin."

"Aelin." She loves the way her name rolls off his tongue. "I haven't seen you around before. Are you a freshman?"

Oh no. Aelin's eyes widen, but she recovers swiftly and smooths her features out. Rowan thinks she's a student. Not some crazy high schooler too emotionally dependent on her cousin.

"I'm actually a junior," Aelin laughs at his perplexed expression. "I don't go here, though. I'm just stopping by to drop off some things my cousin forgot."

White lies. What was a white lie worth? Aelin likely wouldn't ever see him again, and is it so wrong for a girl to enjoy some harmless attention? If Aelin spent more time thinking about it, she probably wouldn't like the answers she'd come up with, but that was neither here nor there.

"Is that a waffle maker?" Rowan's green eyes glint with amusement.

"My cousin loves to eat. What year are you?" Aelin crosses her fingers that he's the same age as Aedion and not a senior or something. Her cousin would murder her if he found out she flirted with a man five years older.

"Don't we all? I'm a sophomore, a bit younger than you, I suppose." Rowan drags a hand through his hair. "Listen, I know you came to see your cousin, but maybe I could get your number, and we could get a cup of coffee before you head out?"

Was this really happening? Aelin inwardly squealed with excitement. Lysandra would die when she recounted this story later. "Sure."

Just as she pulled her phone from her pocket, an all too familiar voice materialized behind her. "Aelin?"

Aedion smiles as he lays eyes on his beloved cousin. He takes a couple steps down the stairs, and that grin quickly fades as he sees the naked man.

Oops, she'd forgotten that detail.

"Rowan?" Aedion's eyes harden as they lock on Rowan. "Why the hell are you ogling my cousin with no clothes on?"

"You know him?" Aelin swears under her breath. She cannot believe her luck.

Aedion laughs coldly as he sizes up Rowan, "He's my roommate, but he's about to be a corpse. Why are you perving on my seventeen-year-old cousin?"

Rowan's looks between the bewildered. "You said you were a junior?"

Aedion laughs harshly as Aelin blushes. "I am...just in highschool. Not college. I told you I didn't go here."

"I didn't realize I was rooming with a pedophile," Aedion grabs Aelin and pulls her to his chest. "Was he bothering you?"

"Pedophile?" Rowan's dimples have disappeared, and he looks at Aedion disturbed. "I'm only nineteen!"

Aelin shoves away from Aedion's boorish grip. "The only one bothering me is you."

Rowan's cheeks are flushed red as the full impact of the situation they were found in dawns on him. Damn it if Aelin didn't find his blush endearing. He is a solid chunk of muscle. How is everything he does so cute?

"Look, I just got out of the shower, and I bumped into Aelin. It was an accident. She was just on her way to give you your waffle maker-"

"You brought my waffle maker?" Aedion cuts Rowan off, eyeing the box under her arm.

That's when Aelin sees it. The twinkle of mischief in his eye and the forced concern. Aedion was playing her. He obviously knew Rowan wasn't a creep and saw the perfect opportunity to cause chaos. Aelin scowls at him, and that spark grows brighter. It's moments like this she wonders why she ever missed her cousin in the first place.

Aedion tugs the box out of her grasp and smiles. "Wow. This is perfect timing. Vaughn and Fen were just talking about making breakfast for dinner." He looks at Aelin and forces a frown. "If I'd known you were coming, I would have invited you, but it would kind of be rude to bring a guest now."

"What?" Aelin sputters. She drove all this way, and he was really going to ditch her? It was embarrassing, but tears prickled at the edges of her eyes. He was an ass, but she obviously came because she missed him, and he didn't even care? She really thought they were closer than that.

"Yeah. Sorry, Lin." Aedion points at Rowan, who was just standing to the side, thoroughly uncomfortable. Yet, despite the awkwardness, he hadn't left. "Hey, you owe me one for creeping on my little cousin. Earn my trust back and see that she has something for dinner and gets to her car safely? She has my phone number, one bad text, and your ass is grass."

Aedion tosses her a wink, and it's all Aelin can do to keep from outright gaping. Rowan looks stunned, his eyes darting between the two Ashryvver's. They settle on Aelin for a moment too long. Some of the tension eases from his shoulders, and he smiles. "I think I can manage that."

"Good." Aedion turns back up the stairs pats the box. "Thanks for bringing it to me, Lin. I'll call you tomorrow, don't send me to voicemail."

Just like that, her cousin, a walking, talking agent-of-chaos, disappears back to wherever he came from.

"So," Rowan starts, "If you want, I know a perfect Italian place we could swing by, my treat seeing as I plowed into you."

Aelin frowns and fiddles with the end of her necklace. "You aren't upset that I lied?"

"You didn't lie." Rowan chuckles, a deep sound that sends a shiver of delight down Aelin's spine. "You don't go here."

Aelin tilts her head as if she's deeply considering the offer. "I suppose it couldn't hurt. What's good there?"

"They have an awesome kabob." Rowan tugs his towel tighter. "It's my favorite."

It's Aelin's turn to laugh. "Isn't that just meat on a stick?"

"Let's go, and I can show you how profoundly wrong you are," he moves to take a step down, but Aelin stops him with a hand to the shoulder. "What is it?"

Aelin points to his towel, "I don't think they will serve guests without pants."

The flush that Aelin loves his back full force as he scrambles the other direction up the stairs. "Shit. Give me five minutes. I'll be right back. Aedion better have not locked out or I swear-"

Rowan's embarrassed tirade quiets as he charges up to his dorm to change. Aelin smiling as he goes. She can't believe she's going out to dinner with a guy like that.

Opening her phone, she sends a quick heart emoji to her cousin. He instantly replies back with one of his own. Aedion may have moved to college, but he still had her back at the end of the day. Even if it wasn't in the most ideal way.

Rowan comes back down the stairs moments later, and she's not disappointed by what she sees. He took the time to put on a flannel shirt and comb some gel through his hair. While the view without clothes had been pleasant, Aelin could definitely appreciate this look too.

"I'm ready if you are," Rowan extends an arm to help her down the stairs.

It's such a fussy, old-man move, and she loves it.

"Let's go."

[youllallriseintheink]

Joey Drew Switcharoo, chapter 1

Hey, everyone. I decided to make a little story (somewhat loosely) based on the “Joey Drew Switcharoo” AU, which the Sammy server came up with a while ago. It’s using my own versions of the characters. I hope you guys enjoy it.

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Susie’s cage spun as it hung from the ceiling, and the cold, basement air was almost painful on her skin. At very least, she’d pushed Alice down for now. She wondered how long she would be there, in this dark, empty, awful place.

The door swung open, and Susie was surprised to see not Joey, but Sammy and Allison coming through it.

“Hey. We’re going to get you down,” Sammy explained, “It’s just for the evening. We’ll have to put you back before he notices you’re gone. But Allison has set up a little... magical venting session for employees who hate Joey Drew.”

Allison caught up with him and leaned on his shoulder. “We think it might change his mind about treating everyone so poorly. Maybe he’d even release you!”

“Don’t get your hopes up for that. But let’s get you down. We’ll do our best.”

The two lowered Susie’s cage down and unlocked it, and then the three took the bus to Allison’s house. There was food and drink already laid out, along with a cauldron and what looked like piles of carefully measured dried plants and tubes of liquid. Not too much later, Wally Franks, Grant Cohen, and a teenager Susie had never met showed up. Susie tried to ignore the latter two’s stares and hoped that Wally wouldn’t ask why she was out. Thankfully, he didn’t.

There was a loud bang as Allison dropped a cauldron on the table, grabbing everyone’s attention. “Glad everyone could make it! So, here’s what’s going to happen. Sammy and I have made up a spell that will let us construct a little fantasy for Joey lasting an hour for each of us. Sammy and I were thinking of sticking to a ‘walk a mile in your worker’s shoes’ theme, but if you just want to straight-up torture him, your choice-"

“No,” Sammy cut in. “Stick to teaching Joey what an awful person he is. We want him to change and we need to take this seriously. He’s hurting people.”

“Okay,” Allison added, “But just so you know, there’s no lasting consequences and no way for Joey to prove this actually happened. Also, we’ll all get to watch everything from the cauldron. If you’re feeling skeptical, just you all wait a moment. Sammy?”

Sammy brought over the tray of strange-looking liquids and dried plants, which he added to the cauldron as Allison stirred. At the end of it, Sammy drew a pentagram around the cauldron, which began to produce rising yellow embers.

“Now. Who’s our biggest skeptic here?” Allison asked, “You,” she grabbed Grant’s hand and plunged it into the cauldron.

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Joey woke up face-down on a desk, feeling like he’d been hit with a truck. When he opened his eyes, he found that he was in Grant’s office.

Did I doze off here? Where’s Grant?

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. It was Sammy Lawrence, only... taller... it seemed. Sammy stomped past Joey and took a seat across from him, staring him in the eyes with fury and disbelief.

“What the Hell are you doing with the studio’s finances? Do have any idea how expensive instruments are, or how empty media feels without compelling music? Of course you don’t. Why the Hell did you slash our budget again?”

Joey just sat there, stunned. “I’m not responsible for that!” he finally spat out.

“I know that the boss overspends. He makes all of our jobs difficult. Find a better excuse. Just give me my fucking paycheck.”

Thoroughly confused, Joey froze for a second before asking, “who do you think I am?”

Sammy gave him a weird look before getting up and opening the desk drawer. He shuffled through some checks until he found the one with his name on it. “There. I’m only taking mine, see? If any of the others go missing, get me arrested for all I care.” With that, Sammy left.

“What the Hell is going on?” Joey wondered aloud. And then he left the office and saw his name on the door.

Oh. Oh my.

Either this was a dream, or Grant had gotten his hands on magic. The latter was a laughable idea. And Joey was a vibrant dreamer, this was far from the zaniest dream he’d ever had. This had to be a dream, then.

As time went on, Joey began to doubt that little hypothesis. The dream sequence was just so unimaginative, repetitive, and just not that torturous: a few people snapping at him over late pay checks and a meeting with the boss. It was on brand for Grant’s lack of creativity, and Joey could quite literally come up with better in his sleep.

And then there was the meeting itself. Joey Drew, perhaps Grant in his body, had quoted their previous meetings word-for-word. He’d gotten into Joey’s personal space the same way Joey sometimes did to intimidate him. He’d even called him “Drew,” the same way Joey often called Grant “Cohen.” It might not have been as intimidating had it not been evidence that this was real, and that Grant Cohen had somehow gotten his hands on magic and was using it on him.

---

Joey woke up, this time in an iron cage, feeling as cold as if he’d been left outside on a winter’s night. This time, the physical change to his body was incredibly obvious. His arms were thin and black. Plastic-like strands of hair fell over his shoulders. It was obvious what this was now: he was Alice Angel, once known as Susie Campbell.

His torture was simple. He had to stay there an hour and freeze in a body that provided no warmth, cramped in an oversized bird cage. He could hear ink creatures howling around him. He could feel a separate consciousness controlling his body.

It hurt. But it also gave Joey time to think. This spell, colloquially named “mile-in-my-shoes” for its most obvious use, only allowed each person involved to control the narrative for a single hour. The first hour had been Grant- that was obvious. The second hour had to be from someone who knew about Alice’s fate. Had Alice escaped? Or was this someone who knew about her? Sammy would make sense. It would require Sammy to have more magical abilities than he’d thought, but it was still a better thought than having Susie on the loose, and unlike Susie or Grant, Sammy did at least know some magic.

---

Joey woke up again, this time in a closet from somewhere within the music room. He could see that he was in a woman’s body this time. He emerged and entered the recording hall, and from there, he could tell that something was very off.

Everyone was whispering, sending Joey the occasional glance. It occurred to Joey that he didn’t know what his job was, and since this was a fantasy, he could leave at any time. But for whatever reason, he stayed to listen to them. They were whispering something about a Alice Angel.

Sammy Lawrence- Joey noted that he was the same height as him this time around- strode towards him, a sympathetic look on his face.

“Everything alright?” he asked.

Joey smiled. “Why wouldn’t it be? Just show me what we’ll be doing today and I’ll get started!”

“Wow. You’re taking the loss of your role awfully well.”

“My... what?” Other members of the music department turned towards him, making Joey feel overwhelmed.

“You didn’t know...?”

“Uh... gimme a second...”

Joey ran off the women’s bathroom. Even though he didn’t have any attachment to a role he didn’t have, the embarrassment alone had stung. He shouldn’t have put Susie through that... it was wholly unnecessary not to tell her directly.

But there was little time to think about that. Susie had to be in on this now, unless it was two people who were especially sympathetic towards her. Joey looked in the mirror to see who exactly he was, and he was faced with long brown hair, a diamond-shaped face and light grey eyes.

Allison.

Allison.

It made perfect sense, of course. Allison would be just the type to bring people over for a party where everyone participated in a spell. And since she and Tom were an item, it made sense that she’d known about Susie.

A terrible thought struck Joey: Allison was in his body right now, able to access any secret of his that she could want. She could even figure out how to release his ink creatures if she got to the basement.

Joey ran out into the hall, only to trip on Allison’s heels. He threw them off and ran barefoot to his office, wincing at the splinters from the cheap wood floor. The woman in his body was leaving it, ink machine keys dangling from her fingers.

“Hey!” he yelled.

Allison didn’t even look back at him.

Joey ran over and tried to snatch the keys from Allison’s hand, but Joey pushed her against a wall.

She’s stronger than me, he realized. He’d have to rely on strategy and agility. And since this was an illusion, he didn’t have to worry about the integrity of the world or injuring their bodies.

Joey ran. He was faster in this body, he realized. There was no reason that Allison would waste time chasing after him, so he had to find a solution before Allison made her way to the basement. He found his solution in a cigarette lighter he’d found laying out on someone’s desk, which he snatched before running to the elevator, at which Allison was waiting.

The two locked eyes. “I know what you’re doing, Allison. You won’t get away with it.” Joey growled.

Allison made her best confused face. Joey wasn’t sure whether it looked strange because she was faking it poorly or if it was just strange looking at someone else wearing his own face. “This is just a dream, Joey. Don’t worry about a thing.”

Joey tensed up, almost ready to strike her.

A ding indicated that the elevator had arrived, and Joey rushed to light it on fire, feeling Allison pull him back only after he’d tossed the lit lighter into a pile of ink within the elevator, setting it ablaze. He looked back to Allison with a childlike, triumphant smile.

Allison was unphased and started for the stairs. Joey ran ahead of her, unsure what his plan was. What followed was several minutes of the two wrestling in the stairwell, at one point tumbling down a flight of stairs, breaking bones, and continuing to fight.

---

“Allison!” Sammy snapped. “This was supposed to be about making Joey walk a mile in our shoes. Now he’s going to make the whole thing about protecting his secrets!”

Allison nodded and lowered her eyes. “Yeah. I got carried away. But to be fair, I don’t think any of us has taught him anything yet. He’s just been focused on trying to figure out what’s been going on.”

“Well, I guess it’s up to the last three to teach him a lesson. Who’s left?” Sammy eyed the room and realized that it was just Wally, a timid-looking teenager whose name he didn’t remember, and himself. He sighed heavily- they weren’t exactly a dream team. “Alright. Let’s make a game plan and hope this goes right.”

[fruit-of-infidelity]

⚰︎ DIABOLIK LOVERS: Imagine Webshop Tokuten ー “All Hallows’ Eve! ☆ The Costume Feud” ⚰︎

Japanese Title: オール・ハローズ・エブ！☆ コスチュームの争い

CV: Katsuyuki Konishi, Takehiro Kou & Midorikawa Hikaru

Audio Available: N/A

Author Note: As promised, to go along with Ryuuto’s Halloween Chibi outfit, is a Drama CD situation story! There is no audio available (for obvious reasons), but nevertheless, I hope you thoroughly enjoy it. Inspired by a couple of the official Halloween-themed Drama CD’s, this is meant to be a more relaxed, fun and fast-paced scenario, as most tokuten are. ^^

― There is a clinging of china. ―

Reiji: …Aah. There is nothing quite like a cup of black tea to conclude the evening, especially on these rare occasions that I have the living room all to myself.

― You enter the room. ―

Hm? Ah, it’s you. What a shame, I was just beginning to let my mind peacefully wander, once again, before you interrupted.

― You apologise. ―

No matter. I was almost out of tea, anyhow, so consider it perfect timing… Hmm? Is there something in your hand? Don’t tell me it is another poorly-graded test. And here I was, getting my hopes up about a free evening.

― You hand him the flyer. ―

…Oh? It is a flyer for “Kaminashi All Hallows’ Eve Park”? What is the occasion?

― You remind him of tonight. ―

Tonight is Halloween? Yes, I suppose it is. Thus, it is a Halloween-themed amusement park.

Ayato: Oi, did I just hear somethin’ about an amusement park!?

Reiji: Tut. How unpleasant. I thought you knew better than to eavesdrop by this age, Ayato.

Ayato: Fuck off with that! If you’re talkin’ about somethin’ fun like an amusement park, of course I’m gonna wanna hear more!

Reiji: Speaking of, where did you find this flyer?

― You explain. ―

Sakamaki Ryuuto pointed it out to you? I trust that is why you are here; you declined his offer to attend and came to alert me immediately.

Ayato: That guy? Seriously!? Oi, Chichinashi. Obviously, then, you came lookin’ for me, didn’t you? Of course you wanted to check it out with the Great-Ayato-Sama, after all, instead of some old-man-look-alike like that guy.

Ryuuto: Actually, I fully intended upon taking her alone.

Ayato: Aah! You’ve been here this whole time!?

Reiji: Has everyone’s manners abandoned them this evening?! Though, I suppose I should not have expected much from someone like you, Sakamaki Ryuuto.

Ayato: Forget that! I wanna know what the hell you’re doin’ here! It’s one thing for Chichinashi to be hanging out with the trash, but to show your face around here…

Ryuuto: The only reason for it is because she insisted that we invite at least one of you along to the park with us. Forgive me for not being enthusiastic about this.

Reiij: You do not strike me as the type to attend such scenes. You are against a plus one, but would gladly attend on your lonesome, with her?

Ryuuto: Au contraire. I strongly objected.

Reiji: Yet here you are – Typical of a doormat, such as yourself, is it not?

― You ask them to calm down. ―

Ayato: Oi, while these two are arguing, let’s go to that place together.

― You tilt your head. ―

Ayato: “Thought I didn’t like Halloween”? Che. I don’t!

It’s a stupid tradition, but like hell am I gonna miss out on a theme park in town! So long as no one is dressing up, you could almost forget it’s Halloween!

― You point out something on the flyer. ―

Reiji: Oh? “Costumes encouraged”?

Ayato: Hah!? Let me see that!

Ryuuto: Fufu… So, we can presume Ayato will not be attending?

Ayato: Che… Don’t jump the gun! I can’t let her go alone with you. Besides… It’s not like the costumes are mandatory for entry!

You’re not gonna be dressing up, right, Chichinashi?

― You nod. ―

Ayato: “You will”!? Fuck…

Ryuuto: In fact, she insisted upon a couple’s costume. For that reason alone, it is good news that you’ve decided against coming, Ayato.

Reiji: A “couple’s costume”? Good grief, I hope you haven’t settled on anything overly predictable. I have no choice but to be your plus one.

A three-person costume is perfect, unexpected.

Ryuuto: This was not an invitation to find another costume!

Ayato: Forget it, Reiji, make that four!

If anyone should wear a couple’s costume with her, it should be Yours Truly! Her and I will be in one costume, and you and Ryuuto can be in another! We don’t need you lot ruining our look out there!

Ryuuto: I think not! It was our idea to begin with, and therefore, her and I will go as a couple. If you must tag along, you two can partner up.

― You ask everyone to calm down again. ―

Reiji: …Hmp. We are completely calm.

Ryuuto: Then, it’s decided. You two will accompany us as our third and fourth wheel. So, shall we browse the town before the park opens for ideas?

…It will give you two sometime to reconsider what one you’ll wear together.

Ayato: Oi! There’s no way!

━─┉┈◈ Time Skip ◈┈┉─━

Reiji: If you did not know any better, one might confuse the Kaminashi high street with that in the Demon World.

― You ask what he means. ―

Reiji: Look at all these people, in their costumes. Someone like you can hardly tell supernatural from mortal upon first glance, can you?

Ayato: Chichinashi, stay close to Yours Truly! He’s got a point… Who knows who might really be a Vampire, tryna steal you away?

Ryuuto: Let paranoia eat away at you no longer; we’ve arrived.

― You enter the costume shop. ―

Ayato: Pwah! It’s so cramped…! And what’s that smell?

Reiji: Pumpkin and cinnamon incense, I believe. It is rather obnoxious, I admit.

Ryuuto: You’re both free to turn back. But, otherwise, if you two are finished, we can begin deciding on a costume to wear.

Reiji: Let us begin from the back, and work out way forwards?

Ayato: Stupid… We better find something worthwhile here!

― You check out a display. ―

Reiji: Hoh? What could have possibly caught your eye already?

― You browse for something. ―

Reiji: ‘Beauty and the Beast’?

Ryuuto: Indeed. Fur-ears would really suit you, too, Pet.

― You frown. ―

Ryuuto: Oh? Now you’re backing down? It was your idea, to begin with, fufu.

Reiji: There must be something decent. Let’s keep browsing, shall we? This aisle marked ‘Adult Costumes’ should provide plenty of choice.

― You try to object. ―

Reiji: Come along.

Ryuuto: It’s useless trying to argue with him, Pet. Though, don’t worry… I think he’ll realise the error of his ways any minute now…

Ayato: Woah-ho! There’s a whole ton of freaky stuff over here! Chichinashi, come look!

Reiji: …Oh my.

― You apologise. ―

Reiji: …Fufu. What are you apologising for? I told you this aisle would suffice.

There are plenty outfits that can be made from these chains and whips, after all. Not to mention this dark-coloured spandex.

Ryuuto: Who would have thought Sakamaki Reiji would be so honest in a place like this? Fufu, and who can be sure he’s still talking about Halloween costumes?

Ayato: Che… You’re beginning to sound like Laito. I don’t like this aisle anymore!

How about somethin’ with…

― He rustles around. ―

Ayato: A-Ha! Wolf paws!

Why don’t we go as Lil’ Red Riding Hood and the Wolf! That way, when the time is right, you’ll make for the perfect meal, heheh.

― You flinch. ―

Ayato: That’s right… That frightened expression… It’s already getting my “Wolf blood” running, ya know. Heheh.

Ryuuto: Quiet down before I put a muzzle on you, “Wolf-Man”.

Reiji: Somehow I am unsurprised by the simplicity of your choice, Ayato.

Ayato: What’s wrong with it!? It’s scary enough, she’s shakin’, see!

Ryuuto: Wouldn’t going with something actually terrifying make for a better show?

― Ryuuto pulls out a hat and cloak. ―

Ryuuto: Just add a monocle to this hat and cloak… And you’ll have yourself the infamous, English Jack the Ripper. Doesn’t that send true shivers down your spine?

And you, Pet, will happily go as one of my many victims, yes?

― You frown. ―

Ryuuto: Now, now. What could you possibly be against? Feel free to take your pick from any of the canonical five; I’m not set on one or the other.

Ayato: Haah!? How is that better than my idea!?

Ryuuto: How, exactly, is it not? I would not classify fairy-tales as particularly scary.

Reiji: Good grief, as if the off-putting atmosphere you already project was not enough…

Clearly, as she has also made evident, both of your suggestions are poor in taste. She obviously wishes to maintain some grace in her costume.

― Reiji pulls something down from a shelf. ―

Reiji: So, I propose…

Frankenstein, and his Bride. It is hardly difficult; A steady hand with face-paint and a torn suit and bridal gown, and it will be perfect.

― You protest. ―

Reiji: ‘You cannot wear a gown on the park rides’? It may get in the way; you make a point… Then, sacrifices simply must be made.

You will need to decide on the rides wisely when wearing our costume.

Ayato: As if! Chichinashi clearly isn’t going to settle on that!!

We’re goin’ as my idea, and that’s final!

Ryuuto: Please do not make me laugh. You, committing to a fur-suit?

The obvious choice is my costume, is it not, Pet?

Reiji: That’s enough of your squabbling; I have yet to hear her final input on my suggestion, although the obvious answer will be a ‘yes’.

― You pull out something else. ―

Ryuuto: Oh? Fake blood…Ah, fake fangs? Fufu, they’re tiny.

― You suggest going as a Vampire. ―

Ryuuto: Wonderful idea. These fangs are perfectly Ayato-sized, don’t you think?

Ayato: Bastard! Say that again, I dare you!

Reiji: I object. Vampires going as themselves? If we are going to be deciding on a costume, it should be, as I said before, not predictable.

― You further explain. ―

Reiji: You wish to go in individual costumes? You, as a Vampire?

Ryuuto: I suppose, in that case, we would all end up in a costume of our liking.

Ayato: Aah? What ever happened to matching costumes!? C’mon, you can’t just back out of it now after insisting in the first place!

Reiji: …Hmm. Technically speaking, we all do match to some degree.

Ryuuto: Just what do you mean by that, Reiji?

Reiji: As I mentioned beforehand, us going as solely Vampires would prove tedious and tasteless. However, if we go as ourselves whilst dressing up as what we have chosen it would provide a deeper layer to our costumes.

Ayato: In Japanese* ―?

Reiji: We will be Vampire’s in disguise, literally and for the purpose of the costume.

Ryuuto: Admittedly, that is not the worst idea.

Ayato: I guess not… Beats goin’ as something dumb!

Ryuuto: What that not the impression your costume was meant to evoke? Fufu.

Ayato: Huh!? Why you―

― You insist they hurry for the Park. ―

Ryuuto: Aah, indeed, indeed.

― Reiji claps to get their attention. ―

Reiji: You two; Collect your costumes and come along. We do not want to miss the very event we went through all this trouble to attend, do we?

― You all pay for your costumes. ―

Reiji: You there. Change quickly, before we are stuck queuing for the ‘Teacups’.

Please do not look at me like that. I am allowed to enjoy a ride or two, especially as it is one of the only decent attractions mentioned on the flyer.

Ryuuto: There is a changing room just there. However, speaking of queueing, Pet, let’s hurry so that we can reserve our place for the Ferris Wheel.

No doubt the more romantic rides were why you were so insistent on coming~

Ayato: As if; Halloween isn’t romantic!

But, they’ve got a haunted house, Chichinashi! C’mon, let’s ditch these guys and have some fun; we can always change in there, in the dark. Heheheh...

━━─┉┈┈◈ Notes ◈┈┈┉─━━

　　1.  Thought this might be confusing, so to clarify, Ayato is basically saying “In English, please?” to Reiji. Like when someone says something confusing, using heaps of large words and it ends up sounding completely foreign to you. I thought saying “Japanese” was more fitting, though. ^^

━━──┉┈┈◈ ◉ ◈┈┈┉──━━

[captainkirkk]

✩ WEEKLY FIC ROUND-UP ✩

A collection of fics I’ve read (/reread) and thoroughly enjoyed in the past week-ish from all kinds of fandoms and genres.

Marvel

quaranteens by blueh                

“Peter Parker,” Cindy says. Peter’s head snaps up so fast that it almost looks inhuman. “Did Tony Stark just waltz in and pick up his child in the background of your Zoom call?”

Peter freezes. Wide-eyed, with ‘guilty’ written on his forehead in 72, bold, Times New Roman font. It takes a solid thirty seconds before he can put himself together enough to click the unmute button.

“I—no?” Peter says. His voice is startlingly high pitched and his expression is nothing short of horrified.

Damn, if that isn’t anything but a confession.

Or: a day in the life of the quarantined high school spider-kid, as seen through the eyes of his first-period chemistry class.

BNHA

a hand in the unfamiliar by achievingelysium

When was the last time someone looked at Izuku like that? Not pitying the way strangers did when it got out that Izuku was Quirkless, not concerned in the way that people often thought Izuku couldn’t handle himself just because he couldn’t create explosions from his sweat or pull objects toward himself. Not the kind of help that was condescending, or to make themselves feel better.

All Might just looked like he cared.

Izuku hasn't felt a kind touch in years. All Might seems to have plenty for Izuku to make up for it, even if he doesn't know.    

ATLA  

Windows and Doors by wonderwise

Zuko just wanted a late night cup of jasmine tea, without a trail of guards and attendants behind him as a constant reminder of his new role and responsibilities as Fire Lord. Now he's watching assassins climb into his room while he clings to the wall outside.

Or what happens when your new Fire Lord is the Blue Spirit.

DC

to become public, evident, known by notquiteaghost

tim drake-wayne [verified] | @timdrake

over  a year ago i asked bruce what company policy on transitioning was like and yet this man was still surprised when i came out

5.6k Retweets | 43.8k Likes

tim drake-wayne [verified] | @timdrake

yes dad it was the concerned curiosity of an ally. that’s why i stayed up until 4AM writing revisions

4.4k Retweets | 39k Likes

tim drake-wayne [verified] | @timdrake

obviously i love @dick and would have done it just for hir. also obviously i am trans.

11.2k Retweets | 49.2k Likes

in my own imperfect way by notquiteaghost (+ podfic)

 Dick jokes, a lot, about being the only reason Bruce still remembers how to talk to people. About breaking him in for everyone else. He was Robin first, and he was Robin longest, and he’s why Bruce took in the others, he’s why Bruce isn’t dead in a ditch somewhere.

 And the jokes are funny! He’s never trying to be passive aggressive, or guilt trip, or whatever else. He and Bruce have spent enough time, now, pointedly not actually looking at each other, pulling words out in painful fits and starts. Dick knows where they stand. They’re good.

 But.

SVSSS

speak no evil by shoutowo

There is a lot that Shen Qingqiu is willing to do so long as it is in his own best interest.

Throwing a child off of a cliff and into the PIDW version of hell is something he has never had to do before. It is also something that, as Shen Qingqiu comes to terms with, he doesn’t want to do.

Not if he can afford it.

or, Shen Qingqiu gives up his voice in exchange for Luo Binghe to not fall down the Abyss. As is the case with many things in Shen Qingqiu's life, things do not go as planned.

Baptism of Fire by zyva

Shen Yuan wakes up to a gentle hand on his forehead and a father who is apparently the villain of this world.

(An au in which Shen Yuan is Shen Jiu's son and somehow that changes a lot of things.)

[resowrites]

Growing Pains - oneshot.

Summary: Henry does his best to reassure his pregnant wife about her changing body…

Pairings: AU!Henry Cavill x Wife!OC

Warnings: fluff, banter/British humour, language, dialogue heavy, nondescript OC body type/appearance, some talk of body image issues, hastily written/lightly proofread.

WC: 1320

A/N: My work must not be copied, reposted, or translated elsewhere. Likes, follows, reblogs and comments are thoroughly welcome and appreciated! Gifs/pics not my own. I hope you all enjoy and thanks for visiting!

Growing Pains - oneshot.

"Are these scales broken?" Her voice echoed from the bathroom, causing Henry to look up from the book he was reading.

"No, why?"

"It says I've gained three pounds!"

"… So?"

"What do you mean 'so?'" He blinked, unsure of the correct response.

"Well… you're pregnant. Surely you expected to start gaining a bit of weight?" Her mouth dropped open.

"Three pounds is hardly a 'bit' of weight, I'm not even out of the first trimester!" She harrumphed and began stepping on and off the scale.

"Careful, you'll break them."

"Why, cos now I've gotten so fat?!" She snapped.

"Okay, this is obviously gunna be a long one," Henry muttered as he temporarily closed his book.

"What was that?"

"Nothing! Ollie, I don't know what you expect me to say, just try turning them on and off again." She began fiddling with the underside of the scales, though a much deeper frown appeared on her face.

"Now it says 'error,' oh God, am I so big I've busted them?"

"No, now come to bed."

"What happened to the manual scales you had?"

"I dunno, all we've got is the kitchen scales--"

"And how am I expected to use them?!"

"Well, I suppose you could always weigh yourself bit by bit and then add up the numbers?" He could see her nostrils flare. "Or I could fill the bath to the brim and measure the volume of water spilled--"

"Carry on matey and I will drown you in that bloody bathtub!"

"See? You don't want my ideas you just want to mean. Well, I'll bid you goodnight, madam." Henry then turned over to go to sleep.

"Oh no you don't!" She ripped back the bed covers.

"You know those scales probably are broken, you must have burned a good two hundred calories just this last half an hour having a go at me--"

"Oh shut up!"

"Why?! All I've done is try and help you!"

"No, you haven't, you've just been a little turd as per usual."

"Well then stop being ridiculous and come to bed, you look fine."

"Just fine?!" He sighed.

"Ravishing, exquisite, magnificent… now come to bed." She stepped off the scales a final time and turned to look at Henry pleadingly.

"Darling, I need you to be honest."

"Uh oh…"

"Is my arse the size of Japan?" He struggled not to laugh.

"… Which part?" She huffed and threw a toilet roll at Henry. "Oh come on, you were begging for that! If you're that concerned about your arse, come over here and let me get a good look at it…"

"I think not, pervert. God, I can't believe I've put on so much weight, at this rate I'll have a backside a hundred miles wide by the end of my pregnancy!"

"That's about the size of Osaka isn't it?"

"Henry, this is not a joke!"

"Well, are you sure you weren't three pounds heavier beforehand?"

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TRYING TO SAY?!"

"Calm down, I was only trying to help! You look beautiful Ollie, always have, always will." But she wasn't listening.

"Perhaps the weight's gone to my chest, do my boobs look bigger?"

"How would I know? You won't rest them on my face for me to be able to tell." That time she threw a towel at him. "Will you please stop chucking the contents of our bathroom at me?!"

"No, I will not. Now answer me, do my boobs look bigger?"

"I dunno, stand to the side--"

"HENRY I AM LOSING MY SODDING PATIENCE!"

"Well, what a bloody surprise! Anyway, you don't want reassurance you just want someone to be mad at. It's not my fault you're pregnant!"

"Oh no, then whose fault is it? Our Amazon driver?"

"Oh that reminds me, did my protein powder come today--"

"HENRY!"

"Alright, alright. And if you're looking for tampons to throw they're on the second shelf in the bathroom cabinet." She then got so mad she slammed the bathroom door, causing Henry to giggle. "Do you want me to bring in your pillow so you can be comfier?"

"Fuck off."

"Suit yourself. I wouldn't sleep in the bath though, it'll make your snoring echo." She unexpectedly opened the door.

"You're right, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to overreact. Come here…" She held out her arms for a hug and he darted out of bed, eager to oblige. But without warning, she shoved Henry into the bathroom and locked the door.

"What… what are you doing? Ollie?! Let me out!"

"No, I don't think I will. Goodnight Henry, if you get cold wrap yourself in the shower curtain--"

"Wait! I'm sorry okay?!"

"No, you're not, you were rude and unsupportive of your pregnant wife--"

"Yes, and I'm sorry--"

"Don't interrupt! You have to learn Henry, and if that means you spend the night in the bathroom, then so be it."

"Well at least let me say goodnight to the baby!"

"Nope, they're annoyed with you too."

"How can you tell?"

"Cos I've got heartburn--"

"Then let me out and I'll bring you up a cup of tea and Rennies--"

"Nope, not good enough." He wracked his brains.

"Alright then, how about a foot rub?" She considered it for a moment. Henry seized his chance. "And you don't look bigger to me, but even if you did it wouldn't matter. I'd love you if you weighed a thousand pounds--"

"Are you trying to tell me I look ginormous?!" He swallowed hard.

"No! Just that I don't care what happens either way. I love you, darling - big arse or small." Henry could practically feel her anger radiating toward him. She then became eerily quiet and he half expected an axe to crash through the bathroom door. "Ollie? Is everything okay? Can you open the door? I'm not sure I locked all the knives away in the kitchen…" But what Henry heard in response sounded like whimpering. She was crying. His heart lept into his throat. "Ollie, let me out, please. Ollie? Oh, darling… I'm sorry, okay? There's no need to get upset, I was just joking! You know I never know what to say, I'm a man, alright? Stupidity is second nature to us… Ollie? Just open the door so I can see you're alright." Reluctantly she agreed and the look on her face made Henry's stomach drop. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. "Now, you listen to me. You're growing a human life. It's messy, difficult, and yes, your body's going to change. But it's the last thing I want you to worry about--"

"But what if you won't find me attractive anymore!" She wailed.

"Don't be daft--"

"Henry, stop acting like we're a regular couple. You could have anyone--"

"Stop right there. I chose you to be my wife for a reason. And no, it wasn't just the sex," she rolled her eyes. "Now, you and your lovely arse are going to get into this bed so it can be appreciated in all its glory--" she quickly dashed to the wardrobe, removing something Henry could only get a glimpse of. When he saw what she put on, he burst out laughing. "I didn't know they were remaking Little House on the Prairie!" She threw an alarm clock at Henry though he managed to catch it one-handed.

"Stop it! You said I was attractive no matter what!"

"Yeah, but there's a limit! Did my mum loan you that?" He pointed up and down at the long, cotton nightie.

"No, she did not! And if you don't mind, I'm already feeling self-conscious!"

"Well, there's no need to wear a potato sack! Hang on, I think I've got some long johns I can put on…" She threw up her hands in defeat and swiftly removed the nightdress. Henry let out a low whistle. "Much better! Come here, you…" She giggled as he chased her into bed.

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I looooove your zukka rec lists! I recently became Avatar-obsessed, never got a chance to watch it as a kid and only just got through it all! I was wondering if you'd consider doing a specifically angst rec list? I love fluffy zukka everything, but sometimes you just gotta have your heart ripped out of your chest and put back in after being thoroughly blended.

thank you! i relate heavily to “recently became Avatar-obsessed” haha. as for the angst list, i sure can try! warning: all of these have happy endings because im a crybaby who can’t read unhappy endings. also, p much all of the fics in the completed section were featured on my other lists but this is specifically the ANGSTY ones >:^)

angsty zukka wips

first, most obviously, feels like we only go backwards by @oldpotatoe

-currently at 102k with 19/27 chapters posted; rated teen

-the amnesia fic. the amnesia fic. the amnesia fic. you know. i haven’t actually read it yet because, as previously mentioned, i’m a crybaby and am waiting for it to finish up but, from my understanding, this fic will murder you in a dark alleyway with no remorse. if u like zukka angst, you’ve probably already read this, but just in case!

An injury leaves Sokka with amnesia. His last memory is of the failed invasion, of leaving his father behind in enemy territory on the Day of Black Sun. Of hopelessness. Rage. // But then he wakes up, and the war is over. Suddenly, he must come to terms with the fact that years have passed, and that he's somehow the Southern Water Tribe Ambassador to the Fire Nation. He is also supposedly friends with banished-Prince-turned-Fire-Lord Zuko, of all people. Close friends.

Yeah, nah.

and i’ll do anything you say (if you say it with your hands) by @goldrushzukka

-currently 38k with 6/8 chapters posted; rated mature

-holy shit. holy SHIT. modern au based on the “my cat likes my fuckbuddy and i am falling in love” trope(?). maybe it’s just because of how the last chapter ended, but oh my god. this one made me cry. made me want to commit violence. when it’s not angsty as hell, it’s pretty funny, but holy shit. ao3 user nebulastucky please.

It’s supposed to be a one night stand. Pick up some guy at a bar, barely remember his name and never learn anything real about him, send him packing in the morning with a thanks for the ride and a cup of coffee to-go. That’s how it’s supposed to go. // But then it’s the best sex Sokka has ever had, and he thinks he’ll hate himself if he never gets to have it again.

Violet Blossoms and Celestial Objects by @hollypunkers

-currently 15k with 2/? posted. rated teen.

-this is the sequel to blue (an angsty, zukka rewrite of book 2-- go read it if u havent!)! !! this is a book 3 rewrite. only two chapters in and mrs hollypunkers is really abusing the miscommunication tag, as zukka writers seem to enjoy doing. im excited to see how the world and story develops with the changes to the story! you should be too!! its very good! obviously spoilers for blue lmao

Having sided with the Avatar in Ba Sing Se, Zuko not only must navigate his new relationship with Sokka but returning to the Fire Nation as a banished enemy. His own journey of self discovery and personal growth must now coexist alongside the personal struggles of every other member of the Gaang as together they blaze a treacherous path toward an unsure victory against Zuko's own father and nation.

breakable heaven by @fruitysokka

-currently 71k with 9/11 chapters posted. rated teen

-swt ambassador zuko! soon to be chief sokka! fake dating ur best friend to get out of an arranged marriage! what could go wrong!!! i also haven’t read this one ((see: i’m a crybaby who is being hurt by too many zukka wips already)), but it has been hanging out in my marked for later for months. from what i understand, this fic has: angst.

With his twenty-first birthday looming just around the corner, the Southern Water Tribe Elders have decided that Sokka, next in line to be Chief, needs to get married. Sokka does not want that, but he does need to get them off his back until he can figure his way out of it. What better way to do that than to pretend to date his best friend (and newly minted Ambassador to the Southern Water Tribe) Zuko? // Seriously, this is a foolproof plan. Maybe one of Sokka's best. Absolutely nothing can go wrong.

angsty zukka fics (completed!)

(i’ll put these in wc order)

lighthouse beam by @incorrectzukka

-7k, rated g

-a modern college au!! zuko’s inner-monologue is very angsty in this fic. typical zuko. also per usual, theyre both fucking dorks. they sort themselves out in the end, but not before The Angst. zuko is semi-deaf in this fic and also he has a bit of internalized homophobia.

Sokka’s breathtakingly beautiful and he’s smart and makes other people laugh. Zuko has a half-burnt face and a deaf ear. It’s not rocket science. // Or, Zuko falls in love with the boy in his Philosophy class.

This Isn’t My Idea of Fun by @khaleeseas

-9k, explicit

-moon spirit/nwt prince!sokka, no war to be found here! admittedly this isnt THAT angsty but like. the angst IS present. zuko is still the prince. a lovely childhood friends (though they hated each other for a minute haha) to lovers story. 

If you asked Zuko, he and Azula saw far too much of Chief Hakoda of the Northern Water Tribe’s children growing up. It wasn’t until they were older, and Azula pointed out that - duh - their families were trying to set them all up, that he realized why. // He was told by his mother to be polite. These people were their friends and allies, and though their nations were as different as they came, harmony between nations was the most important thing. // It wasn’t his fault the Chief’s children were so annoying.

put your lips close to mine (as long as they don’t touch) by @celestialceci

-9k, teen

-modern au! zuko and sokka are college roommates. zuko goes to spend the summer with sokka. again,, not really that angsty but-- its there!! the detail and feeling of Home in this story make me happy. zuko is insecure as hell here too. if ur into that. 

Zuko hates his home. He likes college alright, but he likes Sokka even better, his assigned roommate turned best friend. Spending the summer with Sokka will be fun, a welcome change of pace he desperately wants. It probably won't awaken anything in him... right?

the thing about dancing by anodymalion

-9k, teen

-yes. this one right here officer. it makes my heart ache. also trans sokka! which is cool. but the zuko angst in this one. hurts me. not so much relationship angst as it is zuko learning he deserves happiness angst. i’m sure u know The Type.

The first time a attendant spills Zuko’s tea and doesn’t immediately fall to her knees, begging the Fire Lord’s forgiveness, it is not anger but a resounding warmth that fills his chest.

i could (never) give you peace by @zukkababey

-10k, mature

-OUCH. OUCH OUCH OUCH. boys please learn to communicate im begging u. also zuko.. zuko, dude. as the tags of the fic say, hes “really going through it” in this one. YOUCH. post-canon.

Zuko almost said it. He almost said the words I think I’m in love with you, but he choked them back down at the last second. // Zuko would never be able to be what Sokka wanted. They might have needed each other during the summer, when two boys with too much weight on their shoulders found comfort in each other in the only way they knew how. // But now Zuko was Fire Lord, and Sokka was leaving.

this love burns so yellow (becoming orange and in its time, exploding) by @meliebee 

-18k, teen, major character death 

-i lied. THIS is the one, officer. found family.. good mai and zuko and toph friendships.. . ozai escapes prison and tries to overthrow zuko. OBVIOUSLY angst ensues. poor boy. he Does heal in this but it gets worse before it gets better. angst angst angst angst.

Ten months after Zuko is crowned at seventeen, he faces his first coup.

Anything for You by beersforqueers

-23k, explicit

-istg. this is probably one of my favorite zukka fics. its PAINFUL. modern au where theyre broken up but sokka hasnt told his family yet so zuko goes home with him for kataang wedding. a bit smutty, but the plot oh my god ohgm y fuvk. made me cry the first time i read it. (see: crybaby!me) insert that one picture of the horse with the caption PAIN. 

In which Sokka and Zuko have broken up but Sokka hasn't told his family yet. So when Katara and Aang's wedding weekend rolls around and he doesn't want to break Gran-Gran's heart, he asks Zuko to pretend to be his boyfriend for one last weekend. // Things don't go as planned.

Moving Mountains by @thefangirlingdead

-64k, mature

-so. when i read this the first time it was in one sitting. soulmate au set within canon era / the comics, to an extent. soulmates can hear each others thoughts. i will happily say this is slowburn, jesus christ. champagne without the cham. 

Soulmates are chosen by the spirits and can hear each other’s thoughts. Sokka thinks it’s cheesy and dumb. Zuko thinks it’s poetic justice that he doesn’t have one because he doesn’t deserve it. Cruel irony is finding out that the prince of the Fire Nation (and the person currently hunting you) is your soulmate.

In the Soft Light by @voidcenturyscholar and @romancedawning

-83k, teen, graphic depictions of violence

-moon spirit!sokka living in the northern water tribe. zuko is sent to the northern water tribe as a cultural liaison. iroh is the fire lord but while he is away taking care of lu ten after his injury ozai steps up. i cannot express how many emotions this fic made me feel. background yuetara. i would almost say found family?? but. anyway. plenty of angst to spare here with a healthy dose of enemies to friends to lovers.

As the newly appointed cultural liaison to Northern Water Tribe, Zuko is the first Fire Nation Citizen to step foot inside the city's walls in nearly a century. He's determined to prove himself—to the Fire Lord and to his father—even if the Water Tribe's spirit-touched prince seems to want nothing to do with him.

That Midnight Sky by @zukkababey

-103k, teen

-now now now. tms... modern college au where sokka agrees to tutor zuko in physics because zuko has to maintain straight a’s and physics is just not doing it for him. so. thats cool but THEN azula moves in, randomly, with zuko. to hide the fact that sokka is tutoring zuko, they fake date! what could go wrong!! the mutual pining in here combined with the angst... wonderful, tasty. everyone read it rn. also SLOWBURN 

In Zuko’s strict family, needing a tutor is just about the worst thing you could do. Failing a class, however, is even worse. The only rational solution? Take up Aang on his offer to find him a physics tutor and have Sokka—beautiful, smart, handsome Sokka—tutor him in secret. // When Azula’s arrival threatens to reveal Zuko’s secret, it’s up to Sokka to convince her this definitely isn’t what it looks like. See, he’s actually… Zuko’s… boyfriend? // Hmm. There’s no way this could get complicated, right?

[bisexual-horror-fan]

Here’s a challenge, a lot of prompts!

26, 73, 76, 123 and 146

I don’t remember if you do the lost boys, but if not just Poly!ghostface

So glad to see your asks open!!

AYYYY LUKE! Okay so I am so fucking sorry it took this long to get to this one! I loved the prompts you gave and really wanted to do it justice cuz I love ya man. So I do not actually write for the Lost Boys (A tragedy I know, the poly potential is massive but I don’t know em well enough yet I feel-) So we went the Poly!Ghostface route! This is the first thing I am writing with them post TBABTO (I know, I said that OTHER thing would be the first after Two Boys but my asks take precedence to me because they were submitted first.)

This is a real fun one, thanks for asking for this! The wonderful @polyghostfacehours told me about a fantastic AU that @bloodybrahms did! Post that inspired this One-shot found HERE btw, check it out if you haven’t cuz it is God-tier shit which leads to this Poly!Ghostface Camguy AU! I am a big fan of you BB and hope you dig me continuing this fun AU that you came up with. I did this Smutty Snippets style, a bunch of bits of multiple scenes make up the whole thing. Hope you like it too Luke and everyone else get’s a big kick out of it! Let’s get into it!

Also we respect sex workers of all kinds in this house, obvi, and if you don't get out.

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 4.9K. Poly!Ghostface X AFAB! Reader. Warnings: Use Of ‘Princess’ And ‘Baby’, No Other Explicitly Gendered Terms. They/Them Pronouns. Sex Work. Camshows. Sexting. Masturbation. Exhibitionism. Voyurism. Fingering. Threesomes. Cunnilingus. Blow Jobs. Rough Oral Sex. Anal Sex. Vaginal Sex. Toy Use. Remote Control Vibe. Paddles. Spanking. Dirty Talk. Praise. Semi-Public. Don’t Get Caught. Hold The Moan. Orgasm Denial. Edging. Multiple Orgasms. Mocking. Teasing.

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Third?

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You were staring down at your phone in your hand. You read and re-read the text Stu sent, over and over. Still in disbelief over your luck. Let’s back up just a tiny bit and really go over this. You had been partaking and enjoying cam shows for a while, you enjoyed a lot about them, the interactive aspect, the fact they seemed more like real people, almost attainable, approachable, almost. You stumbled across them by sheer happenstance but man are you ever glad that you had. The two of them had amazing chemistry, were so hot and you couldn’t help watching them more and more often, and all of that was great.

Or it was until you entered your film studies class that new semester to find them both there. The reaction was very obvious and piqued their interest so they wanted to get to know you. They loved you, naturally, and a friendship was started. Thing was with you becoming friends with them you felt kinda weird about still watching their streams and videos so you stopped. Problem with that is you missed all those saucy hints they were throwing out in their streams about wanting a third. Like it got to the point they had to send you a link to part of one of their streams that was so thoroughly explicit there was no room for mistaking or mis-interpretation, they wanted you to be that lucky, lucky third.

Billy had jerked Stu off while dirty talking to him, having him describe their ideal third, and it was you, it was also the hottest thing you had ever fucking seen and you simply HAD to touch yourself. The orgasm was truly something unforgettable, they talked about how they needed someone who could handle them and for them? You would do just about anything, you could handle it, as if you would ever dream of turning them down.

You read that text again. Stu asking if you liked what you saw with those suggestive emojis and uh hell fucking yes you loved what you saw. But how should you respond? The video they sent to tell you how they wanted you was so damn good, you had to try and match that energy. What to do, what to do-

And like a bolt of lightning the idea hit you. It was perfect. You were in bed and you moved your laptop, getting ready to put this little plan of yours into action.

Stu was still in bed, didn’t have class for a while, just lazily messing around on his phone, thinking he should get up soon, start facing the day but then he got a notification, you had replied to his message. He had this goofy smile on his face, figured you would be a flustered mess if how you reacted the first time you saw and recognized them back in that film class was anything to go on. He was excited to see your freak out in response.

But he opened the message and what he saw made his smile fall and his breath catch. Billy had just come out of the bathroom, post shower and came into the bedroom to see Stu sitting up straight in the tangled mess of sheets on the bed, staring intensely at his phone, that made him stop drying his hair and ask, “You alright there, man?” And he jumped, Stu’s head snapped up, like he was so consumed in whatever was on the screen he legitimately did not know Billy had come into the room.

“Billy you gotta see this.” His eyes were wide and he gestured with his hand that wasn’t holding his phone, urging Billy to come see. He seemed really wound up about whatever it was and so Billy threw the towel he had been drying his hair with over his shoulder strode the few steps to the bed, one knee coming down on the bed, throwing an arm around Stu. He seemed to be almost vibrating in excitement as he held the phone up, it looked like a video.

He began to ask “What is th-” and Stu shh’d him. “Just watch.”

He hit play and there you were. Holding the phone up, your face and shoulders in the shot, looked like you were still in bed yourself, “So you wanted to know what I thought of that video you shared...”

You had one hand resting up on the pillow, beside your head and after you had finished speaking that hand moved down, out of frame and the video stayed trained on your face. They watched the shift in your expression, the harsher inhale, the change in your eyes and then they heard it, oh my God-

Were you? Both of them couldn’t take their eyes off you, after a few more seconds of hearing that distinct wet sound there was this sigh of pleasure that you let out and your hand was pulled back up into frame, your fingers were drenched, the evidence of what you had just done was unmistakable. Then those same two wet fingers entered your mouth, you let out this little moan and your tongue rolled between your digits, you sucked blatantly and when your fingers were cleaned you pulled them out, the thick white on your tongue was obvious and then your mouth closed and you swallowed audibly. You had this small self satisfied smirk on your face and you asked in this very playful tone of voice, “Does that answer your question?” and the video ended.

It was less than a minute long. Less than a minute and all they saw was your face and your hand technically, you had only said two sentences and it was one of the hottest things either of them had seen. Billy spoke first, quiet, still staring at the now black phone screen, “Holy fucking shit-” and Stu immedatly spoke up, “That’s what I’m saying!”

Billy wasn’t the easiest to impress but even he was giving it up as he said, “This is good. Stu this is so, so good, they’re-” Stu had dropped his phone and had pulled back a bit, looking at Billy as he said enthusiastically, “A total natural! And they sent it without prompting-like, my fucking God!”

Billy had slipped his arm from around Stu and was sitting on the bed, Stu was still going off, rambling excitedly and Billy looked deep in thought. “-I mean I know this isn’t a guarantee and we have to ask and they might not even say yes but-”

And that is when Billy cut him off, interjecting, “But fucking nothin’ Stu. It’s us. If anyone can convince anyone to do anything, it’s you and me.”

Their excitement was so understandable. I mean you sent your own video to them unprompted and it was unfairly hot and you hadn’t even taken any of your clothes off, hadn’t shown anything, one of the most important things in camming was knowing how to work the camera and you seemed to do it effortlessly, seemed like the camera loved you just as much as they did. The opportunity was golden, no way could they not at the very least try. With their guidance adding you to the mix could elevate what they do from just great to something truly special.

This was going to be so fun for them. So friendship quickly shifted, you went on an actual date and of course it was amazing, the switch to being in a relationship was natural, easy, felt right. They told you how much they loved the video that you sent and that made you feel good, you were happy your confidence paid off, you felt it was the very least you could do after they were so bold and sent their video first.

So it got physical between the three of you quickly. How could it not after everything you had seen them do? They knew how much you were into them and you quickly became just how aware they were into you, I mean you think the video would have been enough but getting a read on how intense their attraction to you was a hell of a lot easier when they both had their hands on you.

It was good. I mean you knew they were good from the streams of course, at least good at making sex on camera look good but no they were just good at it. That first time happened back at your place and fucking heaven above by the end of it you were all three on your too small bed, slick with sweat and out of breath and they felt the same way about having sex with you. The enthusiasm you showed, the sounds you made, how you just went along with it and fit between them, it was so good. And it kept getting better the more you did it, naturally.

The first time you were invited back to their place was exciting and a little nerve wracking. You got the tour, it was a nice two bedroom place, they showed you the living room, the kitchen, the bathroom, they had a balcony and the first bedroom you learned was theirs, the one they slept and actually lived in, seeing it felt very intimate. It looked lived in, showed off pieces of their personalities, it looked much less pristine then the room they cammed in but not in a bad way, it wasn’t overly messy or anything, just like an average bedroom, was very human.

Then they showed you the main event, what you had been dying to see, they showed you the bedroom they had set up as their streaming space and seeing it live and in color was so thrilling. You took in the room, it was well set up,had a color changing light set up with strips of LED’s, minimal decoration, tasteful, which is a little funny when you think about the sole purpose of this room. The bed was absurdly inviting and comfortable looking, Stu was talking about something but you weren’t listening, you were busy thinking about how you had seen them do some of the filthiest things on this bed, in this very room and now you were standing here. Billy was right behind you and slid his arms around you, leaning in he asked, “Want to try it out?”

You wanted nothing more. “Yes.” And that is how you found yourself being turned around and Billy was kissing you, pushing you back until you hit the bed and were pushed back onto it. Billy was on top of you and Stu got onto the bed beside you and started to put his hands on you and fucking hell it was good. You had cum countless times to the sight of them doing things in this room and on this bed and now you got to experience it, be a part of it, literally living out your fantasy.

You had been seeing each other for a few weeks and they had been building up to this, it was the perfect time to ask. You were stripped naked and Stu was kissing your neck, playing with nipples and Billy had two fingers buried inside of you, slowly working in and out of you. Head was swimming already as you were palming Billy’s cock, so ready for him to lose his jeans already and then he spoke up, “Stu and I have been talking about somethin’-”

You let out a small questioning hum, mind a bit too busy with the sensations they were providing to give a proper response, “We think you’d really be into it.” Stu was speaking against your throat and his breath tickled the wet skin of your throat and you suppressed a shiver before saying, “Yeah?”

Billy curled his fingers and it made your head fall back against the pillows with a moan, and he asked, “You like being in this room yeah? Having fun being in this bed?” A nod from you and then almost like a reward for the right answer he was looking for his fingers picked up the pace, Stu was dipping lower, and his tongue rolled over one of your nipples and your breathing picked up.

“God you must have thought of this over a hundred times.” And Stu let out this breathless kind of laugh before chiming in, “Definitely more than that.”

Stu was right, it was, and Billy kept going, “Right, forgive me-” A hard thrust of his fingers that made you want to arch closer into both of them, a louder moan spilling out, “-but there is something else we just keep thinking about.”

He was waiting for a response and so he stopped fingering you, holding knuckle deep inside you and you huffed out a breath. Stu had his mouth closed around one of your nipples and was tugging on your other with one of his hands and you asked, “What do you keep thinking ab-” and he started to finger you again, at the same pace he was before, your sentence broke off with a strangled moan and he said, “We keep thinking about that video you sent.”

Oh my fucking God was this happening? Were they really about to ask this?

You had a feeling this might go this way. Well more than a feeling, you had been furiously masturbating to the thought since you had started actually dating them and they admitted being into your video. Thinking about joining them in their cam shows, about joining in on the utter depravity they got up to, so many people seeing you, how good it would feel and get paid for doing it all with them, my God it sounded too hot to you. They told you as much, told you how hot they thought you were, a total natural and more praise. So when he did ask you didn’t even think, just agreed, moaning your affirmation and they couldn’t have been happier. That night was an amazing one. It was only after you were coming down post fuck that what you had agreed to really hit you.

Post nut clarity was a hell of a thing wasn’t it?

You tried to think of the good and the positives, it helped when you thought of the reality of it actually. That regular old people like you would be seeing you, getting off to you, thinking you were hot and fantasizing about you, wishing they could be in your place between Billy and Stu. It was over breakfast out at a diner that all of you liked the next morning when it was brought up. They told you that of course you should start slow and if you didn’t want to there was no pressure to do anything if you really didn’t want to, it was a massive deal that wasn’t for the faint of heart, they understood if you weren’t up for the challenge.

They chose their words very carefully, and it had just the effect they hoped. You scoffed and told them that you were in fact very up for it. They shared this little look, not super obvious to you but was extremely easy to read to the two of them, and they were quite pleased with themselves, it was almost too easy.

So you had a pretty big exhibitionist kink to go along with your all too apparent voyeurism kink which certainly helped the transition. They knew that you had some lingering nerves, it was one thing to masturbate to an idea, it was a whole other ball game to engage in it. The encouraging praise and dirty talk in your hookups leading up to your first show certainly helped.

They even were nice enough to make sure you saw the reality of what they did before ever bringing you on camera. You got the distinct pleasure of sitting in on one of their shows, in the same room, off camera, and actually being in the room? Hotter than hell. It was hard to have any lingering nerves or doubts when you watched the way Stu choked himself on Billy’s cock while he talked you up to their viewers, talking about how excited they both were to show you off. You sat behind where their camera was set up, hearing what they thought so explicitly was amazing and naturally was such a turn on.

Talked about how hot you were, how good you sounded and that you were sure they were all going to love you, they of course teased all of the filthy things they have planned to do with you. And oh what they planned to do with you, from the way Billy said it, the way that he looked past that webcam right to you, meeting your eyes, his hand on the back of Stu’s head, pushing deeper into his willing mouth, it sounded like they had quite a lot in mind for you. It was almost equal parts frightening as it was arousing. You hadn’t been on camera once and there were plans, plural.

You decided that it was just a touch more hot than it was scary and started to touch yourself as you watched them. It really hit you then. How good this was, how fucking lucky you were and just how into it you were, seeing them live, doing what they have done countless times behind a laptop screen now so close you could reach out and touch them.

And when they commented on that, you being in the room, just outta sight of everyone else in that chat room watching well the tips fucking poured in as they relayed what you were doing. “Two fingers buried in that sweet little cunt-” Billy started and Stu pulled off his cock for a moment to breathlessly add, “-going to fuckin’ town too.” You really were, one hand rubbing your clit and two fingers on your other hand fucking into yourself. "Wish you could all see how good they look."

How hard you came that night is what sold you and them that yes you were ready.

So when a week later you found yourself standing just off screen again in your very carefully chosen outfit, Billy and Stu already on the bed, greeting those loyal fans of theirs and waiting for your cue you didn’t feel that ready. You were too caught up in your thoughts because you heard Stu saying your name and you realized they were both looking at you and fuck you missed your in. You hesitated and that led to Billy saying “Awe, is my little princess getting shy?”

And fucking hell he hadn’t called you that before but it really did something for you. Stu held his hand out and Billy was patting the space on the bed between them and you took a deep breath and finally took that step as you tried to say confidently, “As if.”

So they loved you. Of course they did. You were kind of distracted while it was going on, weren’t looking at the chat but they took care of that while you were preoccupied riding Stu, Billy pressed right behind you, hands on you, helping you move and touching you, roaming everywhere. You were breathing so hard, a strained moan leaving your throat as you ground down and Billy leant in closer, “Do you know how many people are seeing you like this right now?”

His hands trailed up your sides and Stu’s hands were on your hips as he pulled you down hard again, fucking up into you from below. You glanced at the screen and caught the number of people in the room and it made you gasp and clench down so hard on Stu it made him let out this groan and it all kind of became a blur for you after that.

But afterwards, when the sweat had dried and you had come back down to Earth they showed you just what people had been saying and my God if it wasn’t a great confidence boost. Also again the money that came in from your appearance, it was impressive to say the least. They didn’t even have to ask, you were the one who brought it up asking, “So when are we doing this again?”

You knew how hard you got off on being watched now, the orgasms you had made that fact irrefutably clear to you but loving the attention so much was a little newer to you. It was a very welcome surprise. So you became a very regular edition to their shows. You got some fans of your very own, got to know some of the regulars and they got to know you too, some would ask questions and it felt good. You were fully included in this, had developed a bit of a rapport with some of them, small in jokes and you even had some people who had told you that they wished you did some solo shows on your own and you couldn’t deny being a little tempted.

Doing this with three of you was the best, if not a little frustrating sometimes.

“Fuc- would you hurry up already?” You whined and that pulled a laugh from Stu, Billy had been taking his sweet time, taking directions from people tipping in the chat and they were having quite a good time denying your satisfaction. Those two boys of yours were enjoying it immensely too. “C’mon don’t rush the man, he’s enjoying himself.”

Your head was in Stu’s lap while Billy was between your spread thighs and he laid a bite down on your inner thigh and you let out a groan, “I’m dying up here-” And then his tongue was much higher, still not high enough, just shy of where you were craving it and he was looking up at you as he said, “If you don’t like my teasing then why are you moaning?”

You were about to attempt a biting retort but you heard the tip jingle again and what happened next made that response die on your tongue and was replaced with an ample moan.

So far in these shows they had been focusing on you a lot, it was new, hot, exciting and those fans of theirs just kept giving them ideas on what to do with you. But you wanted to try and flip the script once and tried to derail a little, and that did not go well for you. Arms bound behind your back, face down on the bed, underwear ripped down and ass in the air when you heard, “If you act like a little brat, I’m gonna treat you like a little brat.” and before you could say boo to that the paddle came down hard on your ass.

You’d be lying if you said it didn’t feel good, even if the people in the cam room didn’t take it easy on you at all, they just egged your boys on too well. It was agony to sit the next day but the tips were ridiculous.

If you had to pick a favorite night it was probably the one where you did what Billy had teased about in that video they sent you. He was on his back, hands on Stu’s hips as he was balls deep in him and there you were, your lips wrapped around the head of Stu’s cock, messy and sloppy blow job, hand and mouth moving in tandem as you sucked while he got fucked at the same time.

Stu sounded every bit the picture perfect image of a debauched and cock drunk mess. Yours and Billy’s name just constantly spilling out of his mouth along with curses and gasping breaths. “Fuck! Shi-right, right there!” Was the most coherent thing he had said in nearly ten minutes.

He could barely hold on let alone string a sentence together and it made you feel good being part of the teasing, made you feel powerful, listening to the strangled moans Stu would let out when you took him as deep as possible as Billy thrusted in all the way.

“Take’s it so well, doesn’t he?” Billy asked and you hummed around Stu’s shaft before pulling him out, spit soaked hand stroking over him as you confirmed, “Almost too well. Makes you wonder why he ever does anything else.”

He opened his mouth to reply but you engulfed his cock once more and the only thing that left Stu’s mouth was another loud moan, head thrown back from the sensation of your hot wet mouth.

The amount of cum when he did finish was too much for you, it was almost too much to hold in your mouth, you of course showed the mess on your tongue to the camera and lost a little in the process but the mess made the visual all the better. That was just the first one because you didn’t let up until Stu was a total wreck with Billy’s cum leaking out of him.

While Stu was sprawled out, trying to regain some composure, you and Billy were talking with the chat, about how fun that was, how hot it was too and you were teasing Stu, laughing a little as you were saying, “And when I got my mouth back on him after that first orgasm? The moan he let out-” and Billy joined you in on your laughing and teasing as you both parroted it back.

It was all in good fun, or so you thought until Stu was sitting up and hauling you over until he was pulling you down to him, “Just for that I’m gonna suck your clit til you go blind.” and just like that you were brought back down a peg and on the receiving end of their teasing. Still hard for you to be mad about that when you were three orgasms deep less than a half hour later. The viewers like it too, clearly which is the main goal anyway. You didn’t even protest when they were the ones mocking what a mess you were even if that was only because you didn’t have the ability to.

Your boys wanted to up the ante. Every stream has been in that little room they have set up but they wanted to do something extra special. You were a bit hesitant on this one but somehow they managed to talk you into it yet again. So that is how we find you. In the college campus library.

At a table set with four chairs on the upper level, very late, no one else around, laptop set up with the camera facing out. You and Stu in frame and Billy watching the chat, you were struggling very hard at the moment. Trying to be as quiet as possible, thankfully with no one around you didn't at least have to attempt to school your expression as well. Just when you think you are getting a handle on it you hear that tell tale jingle and Billy is holding up the remote and you meet his gaze and try to shake your head, eyes pleading. He gives a non-committal and casual shrug, an expression that suggests, "What you gonna do?"

Asshole.

As if he doesn't have any control in the situation. You watched him turn the remote higher and felt that toy in your underwear increasing in intensity. You bit your bottom lip and tried to hold it in, Stu had one arm thrown around your shoulder, he was leaning so close to you, providing support while having the added benefit of making your predicament even worse and enjoying the view at the same time. You had one leg propped up on this chair, knee bent, giving all too clear a view to the remote vibe nestled against your aching clit, you were leaking obscenely onto the chair below. Breathing erratic, holding onto Stu’s forearm, hips squirming, not sure whether to lean into the sensation or get away from it because it felt fantastic but it was getting harder and harder to not cry out.

Stu could see what a predicament you were in as he said to you, “You make a sound and it’s game over, baby.”

The idea of that was too terrible to bear, you knew the only chance you had of cumming tonight was if you did it here in public and on camera. You heard that pinging yet again and Billy had this smile on his face, “Ooo not a bad idea.”

Stu looked to Billy, eyebrows raised, silently asking what he had in mind and Billy told you both, “If they are having such a hard time staying quiet maybe they need something in their mouth.”

“Oh love that idea.” Stu said with a smile and Billy asked, “Wanna do the honors, Stu?”

And then two fingers were being pushed into your mouth as he said, “It’d be my pleasure.” Honestly it was a good call on their part, because without Stu’s fingers in your mouth providing a makeshift gag you definitely would have ended up moaning too loud and got caught. They didn’t help when they said such amazingly filthy things like-"Looks like your brain is leaking out of that pretty cunt of yours.”

“Chair is soaked. You’re cleaning that up yourself, you know that right?”

They just loved to pile on didn’t they?

When you finally did cum, spectacularly, after several edges and so much drool it was spilling down Stu’s wrist and sliding down his arm you were struck with one fact as you were gasping for air.

That thought being it was a funny coincidence that everything that they had suggested and done with you also ended up being your pleasure.