#might warm up with some more snippets<3

[missmungoe]

🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹 A lovely bouquet of flowers for the lady!

Still have a bunch of these in my inbox, and on the subject of Makino befriending powerful people by just being herself, here's a snippet from the next chapter of Salt Vows, which is next on my list after Put It on My Tab:

She’d lost track of how many days had passed since her arrest, the hours bleeding together and the world beyond the brig unchanged, tossing restlessly against the ship, in tandem with the contents of her stomach.

At least she wasn’t alone this time, although in terms of companionship, a taciturn Vice-Admiral wouldn't have been her first choice.

“And then they all join forces to crash the king's execution?”

Eyes closed in a vain attempt at not seeing how much the brig was tilting, “There’s a bit more build-up before that, but yes,” Makino said, her voice echoing hollowly inside the bucket in her lap.

“It's too easy,” Smoker said, leaning back against the bulkhead where he sat on his cot, his seastone cuffs in his lap. Unlike her, he didn't seem remotely bothered by the rough conditions. “How did they even get into the city?”

“Would suspending your disbelief enough to accept that they did be too much to ask?”

"I just don't buy how they all got past the guards."

"Neither did Ben, but I don't see either of you writing a bestseller," Makino muttered, and felt the pang of longing, but then in debating the plotholes of her favourite books, a fiercer adversary was hard to imagine, even if her current companion was quickly proving himself a worthy opponent.

Primly mutinous, she kept herself from reminding him that he was the one who'd asked, but figured the boredom had to be getting to him. At least talking kept her mind off her seasickness.

Then Smoker said, “At least it's not as bad as that amnesia story.”

Opening her eyes slowly, Makino looked at him through the bars, before saying calmly, "I will toss my puke bucket at you."

The corner of his mouth jutted. “If you could lift it in your state I’d consider that a legitimate threat.”

She might have proved him wrong, but whatever rebuttal she’d had ready, verbal or otherwise, was cut short as the ship rocked, and she bent over the bucket and retched.

[aliensunflower-fics]

My Recommended Fic List

So, I got this ask awhile ago, and since I have been re-reading a bunch of my old favorite fics as a way to cheer up after work I figured why not. This list will be long... and varied but mostly its older fics cuz idk there my favs. Now lets go:

Fashion Upgrade - By @soap-lady : Straight up one of my favorite fics ever, its fun, its creative, it never fails to make me laugh when I need something warm and wholesome after a bad day. Also go check out the rest of her stuff there's so much good okay like shes just a writing queen. Shes on AO3 I don't want to spoil you on her other stuff just GO experience it for yourself.

Ode To Decoy pt 1 / 2 / 3 - By @a-marlene-s : Ive always liked this short sweet little fic about Lila getting caught. Its Lila + class salt though so avoid if that's not your flavor.

EVERYTHING - By @unmaskedagain : They have salt, they have sugar, they have funny, they have crossovers. Like honestly they are a just a great writer with so much variety so go check out the masterlist I linked and I guarantee there will be something there you like.

@ravennm84 Is a writer on the saltier side but they have a wonderful selection of weird wacky tales from the salty but oh so well written Damning Evidence that sees Lila get caught in the best way to the 3 part Horror inspired Serafina other great fics from them include Marinettes Family Court Circus pt 1 / 2 and Of Moldy Bread and Cockroaches / Be Kind to Servers honestly its worth giving there blog a look.

@mochinek0 Is another writer with several beloved fics. They write a lot of Maribat and we love them for it. Ones to check out would be Blind Date / Bruce vs Gabriel just go check out there tag list of daminette for more.

Accidental Crime Boss Marinette - By @lady-literature : This is a wonderful idea and a wonderful little fic and I just... I just like it okay. Sadly I haven't read a lot of there other stuff... But I might after finishing this list considering how much I enjoy this one.

@nobodyfamousposts I love a LOT of there fics. They are one of the best when it comes to striking that sweet spot of calling out the show for some of its garbage while not getting so salty that you cant have fun lighthearted goodness. I have been looking for a masterlist of there work but cant find one so just go stalk there tags. I do recommend there Chloe's Lament Series 1 / 2 exploring how certain 'wishes' would backfire. Guardian Assistant Kevin is also a good one Miracle Queen Aftermath pt 1 / 2 / The 8 parter Burn the Witch series / The Wisdom Teeth Reveal / Kagami Vs The Wall of Faces / Resigning With Grace & Spite / I tried to give a lot of links cuz they have a lot of stuff

Kill Them With Kindness - By @luki-fanfic : Well written, good salt without going overboard. Just good vibes. I havent stalked there other stuff but if its anything like this fic its probably excellent quality.

Stephen Vladislav pt 1 / 2 - By @stormiclown : Adrien centered salt on the idea of finally giving Adrien his own proper rival. I like the idea of Adrien having a rival because its usually Marinette and this was just the right length to get those creative ideas flowing. Also just well written what more can you ask for.

Power Trip - By @storygirl000 : This was the first fic that made me go... Wait would it be more fun if Lila was actually competent? And that set me on the path to writing my own fics where Lila is more villainous and more capable. Its short, well written. Good.

Your Wish is My Command - By DemiGoddess28 on AO3 : A great 11 chapter fic looking into Lila's life if she were to win and get a miraculous wish. Its got sugary goodness for our protagonists and the class and salt for our dearest friend Lila.

LadyBugOut AU - By Miraculous-Content on AO3 : A 50 chapter fic made up of snippets and ideas. I found it really inspiring in many ways. I also love how it redeems Marinettes classmates showing how and why they were tricked but holding them accountable anyway its just... Good.

Juleka vs The Forces of the Universe - By goldenlaurelleaves on AO3 : For those of us not yet ready to accept the death of luka/mari we have this wonderful fic showing Juleka being the biggest wingman as she helps these idiots find there way together.

ChaoticNeutral on AO3 has there own Chloe's Lament fic as well as a Gabriel's Lament fic for people who need sweet salty of those two characters.

BroadwayCutie16 was Inspired by the person above and DemiGoddesses your wish is my command fic to write Lila's Lament fic going over Lilas failed wish. Honestly I always love these fics because there just so interesting and the way wishes can be taken and twisted is always a fascinating idea to me.

#WayneAngel - By Tired-Writing-Teach on AO3 : For us Maribat lovers. Its fun and lighthearted with some good gags and some light fluff.

Damian in Paris - By Lilliesandliveries on AO3 : A sweet Maribat series showing what would happen if Damian ran away from home and found himself in Paris and getting therapy.

How a Demon Commissions an Angel - By AlixAnonymous : Damian blackmails Marinette into letting him be her client so he can get his bros the best gifts, they end up becoming penpal buddies.

Mythomania - By LadyEnna_50 on AO3 : Proof that I dont hate Adrien or Mari/Adrien. In this fic Adrien's spine gets titanium plating and he sees just how bad Lila is hurting Marinette and does something about it.

The Contingency - By AbyssalGuardian on AO3 : SALT. Also Tim/Mari but even still I love the way this was written, the style, and some of the ideas just ugh love it. Its not for those who dont like salt so just avoid at your own discretion. Its about a chaotic Marinette done with her life running away to Gotham where she meets her true black cat, and gets her life back on track.

The String That Binds Us - By FaithAndATypeWriter on AO3 : Okay so is there any Mari/Bat fan who hasnt already heard of this one? Who cares its good, its cute, I love it. May the author be blessed with snacks.

The Great IKEA Game - By @batsandbugs : Okay again... I think every Mari/Bat fan has probably heard of this one already because its just that good and that popular. But who cares I am recommending it anyway. Don't read if your allergic to fun I guess.

If this list still doesn't somehow have enough salt for you then try @goggles-mcgee fics here is a link to there Masterlist. They are in a way a professional at salt and angst and they make you want to adopt Marinette and pop her in a blanket fort.

Honestly I could keep going but this list already feels so long for other great recs though I can link you to @jayphoenic who has some great Daminette Fic Recs and some Lila Salt Fic Recs!

Feel free to reblog this and add some links to stuff you would think I or others might like! Also lets just acknowledge how many talented authors the community has like wow.

[sinsandsweetness]

hi my love <3

do you think you could do a rick grimes fluff where it’s an established relationship where he’s got a short fuse for everyone else but her and he’s super soft and gentle to her

or rick with a sleepy reader who he just lets fall asleep on his lap as he strokes her hair when he’s in the middle of discussing something important with someone else

ok I'm currently painting my toenails baby pink and got me thinking about rickyl with hyperfeminine!reader. (I know u said rick but this is what my brain said so...enjoy?)

It’s way too late but you can’t really help that you’re a night owl. And besides, the boys are still up, lights on in the living room, the two of them talking strategy for some hoard the group has been tracking for a few weeks. The conversation seems really important so you don’t want to interrupt but you also can’t see all that well since your glasses broke on that run last week and you’ve yet to find any new ones… so you were really hoping someone would help you out.

With your bottle of nail polish in hand, you stand in the doorway, fighting an internal battle of if you should go in or not. So in doubt, you hover, putting a few dishes away in the kitchen. Grabbing some water. Checking the fridge. All while the glass bottle of pink polish becomes warm in your hand. Bare feet padding against the cool hardwood as you finally decide to just go back to bed. The safety of the community is undoubtably more important than your damn toes.

“You alright, angel?” Ricks voice is soft as it travels to your spot on the stairs, swiveling around to see both men eyeing you down. Gaze travveling up your bare legs to your tiny little boy shorts and the oversized sweater with a stretched out collar and way too many holes in it.

“Mhm.” You quip, flashing a candy sweet smile.

“You’re pacin’. What’s up?” Daryl isn’t convinced as he looks you in the eyes, elbows leaned onto his knees. Still in his work clothes. Jacket, vest and jeans. Even his boots are still laced up.

“I just-" you look down at your bare toes. All prepped for paint, cut and filed and screaming at you to give them some colour. “Can one of you help me paint my toes?”

The way both of their faces soften at your answer gives you butterflies. They’re always way too worried. Too on edge. Especially when it comes to you. Wanting to protect you. Keep you safe and healthy and happy. So that’s why when they notice you pacing in the kitchen at half past midnight, they jump to their own little conclusions about what might be wrong. About what could possibly be going on in that beautiful mind of yours.

“C’mhere.” Rick pats a hand on the couch cushion next to him which you happily take. Practically skipping over and plopping down, ass on the cushion and feet in his lap.

He takes the bottle and gives it a little shake before continuing his conversation with Daryl, who doesn’t seem to be listening as attentively as he was before. With you laying on the couch, long legs sprawled out and a sleepy smile on your pretty face, you’ve become quite the distraction.

Ricks hands are warm as he holds your feet, carefully painting each nail, all while he stays talking. You hear snippets like, “- well if we do that, then they’ll just be headed for Oceanside. We need to find a route that makes sense for everyone, even if it means-” but you aren’t really listening. You’re more focused on making heart eyes with Daryl and playing with a loose string on the hem of your sweater. Eyes growing heavy with each coat of paint. The intoxicating, chemical smell that you've weirdly enough grown to love, fills the room and your feet tickle when rick blows cool air on them. Closing the bottle and popping it back into your hand while he leans back and asks Daryl something off topic about a run with Aaron. thumb running over your foot, hand traveling up your calf and gently massaging the muscle there. You sink even further into the couch, all warm and tired and cozier then ever. The combination of Ricks touch sending tingles up your spine, and the drawl of both their voices, act in accordance to lull you right to sleep.

You know that even if you do fall asleep here on the couch, it's no big deal. They'd carry you to bed in a heartbeat. They have before. So you let your eyes flutter shut under the comforting fact that you’re sure to wake up in clean, warm covers with a man on either side of you and two big arms wrapped around your waist.

[ohimsummer]

Based on jjk, can you write a oneshot featuring Gojo and a female reader in an Aladdin AU with humiliation please? In the fic, Gojo and the reader are a prince and princess who are organizing a royal party. But the reader fondles Gojo throughout the party which leads to him orgasming in his pants. So now he has to continue attending the party while trying and failing to hide his cum stain. What do you think?

okay I changed this up a little, hope u enjoy it regardless! :3

— minors dni, prince! satoru x princess! reader, exhibitionism, royal! au, satoru x reader, fondling/groping, handjob, gojo cums in his pants lol

Gojo doesn’t know what’s worse: what you just put him through, or the utter embarrassment afterwards.

He finds his hand lingering over the stain in the crotch of his pants. Even if it’s not that noticeable, it feels like everyone is looking. Every time he catches your eye, you give him some cheeky, innocent smile and the tips of his ears start burning all over again. He’s certain you’re enjoying this, watching him obviously try to hide something so humiliating from so many people.

It's more than a little amusing watching guests of different status inquire about the wet patch on his pants. You can only imagine the excuses Satoru come up with, but no one's caused a scene over his display or cast you any strange looks yet, so you assume he's got things under wraps. You don't regularly take joy in watching your prince of a boyfriend squirm and flounder, but consider it payback for all the times he's done the same thing to you.

It started out as a small caress of his thigh under the table, you working back a grin at the way Satoru side-eyes you in the middle of his conversation. He discreetly shoves your wandering hand away, but that only eggs you on further. It’s only a couple minutes before you’re fully massaging his cock through his slacks, your own pussy growing wet at the feel of the hardening bulge beneath your palm. And it’s just your luck that there’s a crowd sitting at the table waiting to talk to you both. Satoru is stuck there with you toying with him, muttering filthy nonsense under your breath that only he can hear. “I’m so wet right now.,” you basically whine in his ear. “Really want you to touch me, Satoru.” All this between snippets of casual dialogue with other people. It’s all so exciting, especially when you accidentally edge him because his best friend, Geto comes from behind for some small talk. Gojo’s dick twitches against your hand, now placed on his thigh because of course neither of you want his friend to suspect anything, right? And the second Geto turns his back, you return to rubbing Satoru’s painfully aching cock, thoroughly satisfied at the way he can’t stop the occasional moan from slipping into his conversations.

“No, I’m alright.,” he reassures someone again. “It’s just the heat, p-pretty warm in here. Hope I'm not getting, u-uh, sick.” You begin jerking him off through his pants, and Satoru’s fist clenches so tight, you think the glass in his hand might break. “I- I might need to go change actually–“

There’s a celebratory commotion nearby that draws everyone's attention, and Satoru is grateful their heads turn right as he messily shoots cum into the fabric of his underwear. A long groan regains the some of their attention, and they stare at him with wide eyes.

Satoru interrupts before they can ask him yet again if he’s okay. “This heat is really gettin’ to me, I’m gonna go outside for a couple minutes.”

You softly grasp at Satoru's sleeve as he moves to get up, savoring the way he tenses beneath your gentle touch. "Everything okay, Satoru?"

Your boyfriend hesitates, letting out a shaky gasp, before slowly turning his head towards you. "Yup. Fine."

Head tilting, you smile gracefully at him, as if you're not the cause of his current stress. "You don't look fine, should I accompany you?"

He lowers himself to your level so that his mouth brushes your ear. Before he speaks, Satoru glances around just to be sure there's no one within earshot for what he's about to say.

" 'm so gonna fuck you up later.," he mutters in your ear.

“Sure you will, love.,” you taunt, totally nonchalant and swirling the red liquid in your glass.

“And you’re damn right I will.,” he hisses immediately through clenched teeth, before straightening his back and heading through the crowd to the direction of your shared bedoom. You know it’s a promise, but you also choose not to worry about it right now. It was definitely worth the fun.

[ladykailitha]

Not All That Glitters is Gold Part 16

Just one more chapter left, and in cased you missed it, I won't be doubling up on chapters per day this week. The last chapter will be out next week.

Doubling up really killed the numbers for these stories, half the time people were only reacting and commenting on the SECOND chapter.

But don't worry, what this means is that your favorites you've been seeing snippets of on WIP will get quicker releases this way.

In this Eddie's rut progresses as normal, they talk about Steve's status, and Eddie and Benny learn some very interesting things about golden omegas.

Pt 1 Pt 2 Pt 3 Pt 4 Pt 5 Pt 6 Pt 7 Pt 8 Pt 9 Pt 10 Pt 11 Pt 12 Pt 13 Pt 14 Pt 15

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Eddie came to and was sure that at least a day had passed, but he looked at the clock on Steve’s nightstand and frowned. It had only been five hours since his rut had started. He looked in the wastebasket and there were only three condoms in it which fit the time frame.

He looked around, but Steve wasn’t there. He sat up and the sheet that had been covering his waist slid off. He looked down and saw that his dick was sheathed with another condom.

There was some of Steve’s slick on the sheets, but considering Eddie was still in them, he figured Steve couldn’t change them yet.

He could hear Steve humming to a beat in the kitchen and padded out there.

He smiled fondly as he watched the omega dance around his kitchen to the music in his head. Bopping and hopping as he made a wholesome snack.

“That snack looks good, baby,” he said, his alpha rumbling happily, “but I would rather eat you.”

Steve squeaked. “Eddie! You’re awake! How do you feel?”

For the first time since he woke up, he took stock of his body, really examining it.

“Warm, sated...” he said furrowing his brow, “happy?”

Steve beamed at him. “Yay! That means your rut is progressing as it should. It seems like your body is adjusting better to the low light and you’re more lucid.”

Eddie came up behind him and buried his nose into Steve’s scent gland. “All because of you, sweetness.”

Steve squawked when Eddie picked him and spun him around.

When Eddie finally put him down Steve swatted at him playfully. “You absolute menace.”

Eddie cackled. “Yes, but I’m your menace.”

Steve turned around in his arms and kissed him deeply. Their cocks brushed against each other and he let out a low moan.

“So good...”

Eddie nipped at Steve’s chin. “Let’s get some food in us and then I want something else in you.”

Steve snorted. They ate and hydrated before Eddie picked Steve up bridal style and carried him back to the bedroom.

Eddie could feel himself sliding back into the blind haze of his rut, but the scent of the omega underneath him stirred some distant memory, but it was lost in the next moment when Steve moaned.

The pattern continued like that for the five days. Steve and Eddie taking care of each other while Eddie was lucid, Steve taking care him when he wasn’t.

Eddie had never experienced a rut that had gone so smooth. He understood why alphas paid top dollar for an escort to service their ruts if every one was like this.

He knew that he wouldn’t be able to spend another rut without Steve for as long as he was biologically able to experience ruts.

Each time he became lucid, he would become aware for longer. The last day having two hours before the rut took over him again.

But he used those two hours wisely. He talked to Steve.

“Baby,” Eddie said, from the sofa, “come sit for a bit. You know it won’t hit again for awhile, you might as well relax.”

Steve looked over at him and smiled. He padded over to the sofa and curled up onto Eddie’s lap.

“How are you feeling?” he murmured into Eddie’s neck.

“I’m good,” Eddie replied. “This was worth every penny. I see why it’s so popular.”

Steve chuckled. “I’m glad that it’s available to alphas that can’t afford escorts through clinics.”

“That’s a new thing, though right?” Eddie asked. “I don’t remember seeing them when I first presented.”

“Yeah,” Steve said, nodding. “It’s something that a lot of the major escort houses pushed for in recent years, if all alphas can get the same level of care that the rich do, then it lowers the chances of alphas turning feral from bad ruts.”

Eddie grinned. “It would have happened in the last five years or so, would it? Like say when a particular omega became popular?”

Steve blushed but didn’t deny it. Alpha health was something he had been passionate about for awhile. Helping everyone no matter how much money someone had was just the start of what he wanted to do. Mandating sex education for alphas. It was mandated for omegas and beta, but not alphas, because ‘alphas instinctively knew what to do’ with omegas. Which was bullshit.

“I thought so,” Eddie said.

Steve smiled back. “I’ve even got a non-profit going setting up education booths outside high schools for alphas to get pamphlets and other material about their reproductive health.”

“Ooh, ooh!” Eddie said, nearly vibrating with excitement. “We should throw a gala like the one where we met to get the awareness out there.”

“That’s a great idea, Eds,” Steve said, kissing Eddie’s jaw.

They settled down into a warm silence for awhile just taking in each other’s soothing presence.

Eddie nuzzled Steve ear to wake him. “Hey, you tired, sweetness?”

Steve roused himself and looked up at him bleary eyed. “I guess I am. You see this rough and tumble alpha has been keeping my hole hot and full for the few days. Trying to keep up with him is tiring me out.”

Eddie cackled. “Yeah, if he wears you out so bad, you should blacklist him or something.”

“I would, but I’m in love with his cock so...”

Eddie’s head reared back in mock indignation. “Excuse you!”

Steve laughed. He pressed a kiss to Eddie’s scent gland and the alpha purred. Steve’s omega chirped happily in response.

“I love your scent,” Eddie murmured. “It’s not like other escorts I’ve met.”

Steve looked up at him in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“Chrissy, Elinor, Tommy,” Eddie said. “All smell too sweet. Like fruit rotting on the vine. A terrible but apt metaphor for their condition. But you smell spicy. But in sweet kind of way.”

“I do?” Steve really never thought about his own scent before.

Eddie nodded. “Gareth described it like Mexican hot chocolate. You know the kind that is spiced with peppers?”

Steve nodded back.

“Did you ever think that you might be a golden omega?” Eddie continued.

Steve’s eyes went wide. “Never. Like why would I? I’m not special.”

“That’s highly debatable, sweetheart,” Eddie admonished. “But your scent and everything you’ve told me about your family. It’s very possible you could be.”

“Is that why you wanted to court me?” Steve asked, soft and small. Like a mouse.

Eddie pulled Steve in closer. “No baby, I didn’t figure it out until later. I wanted to court you because you are funny and amazing and everything I’ve ever wanted in a mate.”

He lift Steve’s chin up and kissed him deeply. “Plus, I set up the rut way before I put the pieces together. Everything was set to protect me, but it seems to me that it may end up protecting you, too.”

“What do you mean?”

“As you know, golden omegas can only get pregnant during their heats,” Eddie said. “And since I’m a known scent breaker...”

Steve’s eyes went wide. “You think there is a chance I’ll go into a mini heat, don’t you?”

Eddie nodded. “When I first booked you, it was one of the things Robin was adamant about protecting you from.”

“She’s amazing like that,” Steve murmured.

“She really is,” Eddie cooed. “But it looks like our time is up, honey.”

Steve could feel Eddie’s cock harden under his ass. “Come to bed with me, alpha,” he purred. “Let me take care of you.”

Eddie let Steve pull him to his feet and they walked hand in hand to Steve’s bedroom for the last of Eddie’s rut.

****

When Eddie came to he was not in Steve’s apartment, he was in a smaller hotel room lying on a comfy sofa.

“I’m going to have to burn that sofa after all this,” Robin groused from a nearby armchair. “It will reek of alpha for months if I don’t. I can smell you from here.”

Eddie sat up. He was dressed in soft grey sweatpants and a loose white tank top. No underwear, but then he hadn’t brought any. He ran his fingers through his greasy and sweat slicked hair.

“Fuck,” Eddie grumbled.

“Your manager, Benny sent over a duffel of clothes for you for the next three days.”

Eddie saw the small duffel and snatched it up. “May I please request the use of your shower, milady?”

Robin laughed. “Please do.”

Eddie dashed for the door she pointed to and slammed the door behind him. He stripped his clothes and quickly got under the still cold water. He didn’t want to wait for it to heat up because he felt that gross. His dick was most clean because Steve took the time to wipe him down between condom changes, but he washed it good anyway.

The next thing he focused on was his hair, he had to wash it several times before it felt like it was supposed to. He ran conditioner through the ends of his curls with his fingers, gently massaging it in.

Then he worked on getting the sweat and stink off his body. He hated washing away Steve’s scent, but if he didn’t get clean, Eddie was going to scratch his eyeballs out.

Finally satisfied with how clean he was, he rinsed out his conditioner and stepped out.

He dried off quickly and rummaged through the bag.

Eureka!

Underwear.

Eddie got dressed and then cleaned up his mess, hanging up towels and making sure there wasn’t water everywhere. Uncle Wayne raised him better than to make a mess of someone else’s home.

He opened the door to find Robin and Benny waiting for him.

“Hey, Ben Ten, Birdie,” he greeted, concern dripping from every pore. “What’s happening?”

Benny smiled. “It’s nothing bad. Robin and I were just wrapping up the end of the contract.”

Eddie’s shoulders slumped in relief. He had almost forgotten about the whole thing because he was madly in love with Steve. He sat down on the sofa next to Benny.

“So everything is good?” he asked to be sure.

“Yup!” Robin said brightly. “You are now free to pursue the omega of your dreams.”

Eddie chuckled.

He thought for a moment, licking the bottom of his lip.

“Hey, Robin,” he asked, looking down at his clasped hands, “has an escort ever turned out to be a golden omega?”

Robin and Benny shared a glance.

“You think Steve might be one?” she asked. “Because if he is, that would be fucking hilarious.”

Eddie’s head snapped up.

“His parents have called him useless and a disgrace for being infertile for over a decade,” Robin explained. “To have him be a golden omega who could have been sold for ten to twenty times what he got auctioned for? That would be poetic justice.”

He nodded. “So do you think there’s a chance?”

“Sure,” she said with a half shrug. “The agency doesn’t shout it from the rooftops but yeah, there have been a couple of golden omegas that have come out of Starcourt.”

“How did they find out?” Benny asked, suddenly very interested in where this conversation was going.

“A combination of a couple different ways,” Robin said. “The first is how frequent their heats are. Most golden omegas go into heat more often then regular fertile omegas to make up for the fact they can only get pregnant during their heats.”

Eddie nodded, “And Steve’s are within the normal range?”

She waved her hand back and forth. “Kinda. It’s more times a year than a regular omega, but not outside the possibility if you know what I mean.”

“So say a regular omega has four heats a year and golden omega has eight,” Benny said, “Steve’s heat is somewhere in the middle?”

Robin nodded. “Exactly. The other thing is scent. Which you know Steve’s is unusual. But it’s unusual for an omega full stop.”

Benny and Eddie shared a look of confusion. “What do you mean?”

“Alphas scents are spices, like cinnamon, clove, cardamon, or spicy like peppers, or natural woody scents like pine or cedar,” she explained. “Omegas are fruit and floral scents. Sometimes flavors like chocolate or coffee. That includes golden omegas. Infertile omegas have what is always described as rotted fruit. Super sickly sweet.”

Eddie bit his bottom lip, worrying it between his teeth. “But Steve’s is a mix between the two scents?”

Robin nodded again. “Right. The third thing that helps identify a non-tested golden omega is their resistance to scent breakers.”

“Fuck,” Eddie said. “That means he’s not a golden omega. I thought for sure he was. I even told him he was. That he was so special and precious beyond measure.”

She shook her head. “No, Eddie. That’s where you’re wrong. There is a final thing that helps identify if the omega in question is a golden or not.”

Eddie frowned, “What’s that?”

“There’s a reason golden omegas get their choice of any alpha in the country, if not world,” she said fiercely. “And despite what the media likes to paint it as, it’s not just the rich and elite.”

“It’s not?” Benny asked.

Robin shook her head again. “They’re looking for their soulmate.”

It was like someone had scooped out Eddie’s stomach. “Their what?”

“Soulmate,” Robin said. “The person who completes them. Someone who can break through their scent breaking resistance, someone who’s scent compliments their own, someone who when they share their heats and ruts it goes just about as perfectly as two humans can get. And if they meet that person?”

“Oh,” Eddie breathed.

“Oh.”

****

Soulmates! *jazz hands* Yeah, sorry I couldn't help myself.

Part 17

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Midoriya I.|| Childhood promises

Type: Headcanons+Snippet

Genre: Fluff

Characters involved: Midoriya Izuku (main)/Uraraka Ochaco (secondary on the reading bite)

Prompt: As kids, Izuku gifted you a plastic ring and told you he'd marry you in the future. Now it's a recurrent joke to call each other fiancé.

• It happened when Izuku was 7; the street fair was nearby and his mom had given him some money to spend with you on treats and games. He was so excited, his hand timidly holding yours as the hanging lights guided your way

• One of the stands had caught his attention: it was a lucky duck pond, one of those games where you need to catch two different rubber duckies with the same number to win. 3 chances, no skills involved.

• “Do you think if we get our lucky charms together, we could win a prize?” The lucky charms in question were an All Might collectible card and a snail shell you found at the park.

• The freckled boy was enthusiastic about it, confidently paying the old man running the game a couple of silver coins to play. His hands gently lowered the small fishnet provided to play. First number: 3.

• Izuku could hear you rooting for him by his side. All he had to do was get another one like that. Sticking his tongue out, praying to his All Might card, he sank the net once more. Second number: 9.

• He felt like crying.

• You patted his hand in a comforting way, threatening the nearby kids who mocked him. “Hey, let me try!”

• The result was the same, sadly. However, the old man was touched by you two that he gave out a consolation prize to lift your spirits. It was a plastic jewelry set: a silver crown, a magic wand and a couple of rings.

• The path back home didn't feel so bad after that.

• “At least the rings are pretty, do you think we could wear them at school?” You said, making Midoriya think. “But aren't matching rings for marriage? My mom says so.”

• After a brief silence, Izuku's green eyes lit up, feeling a slight wave of nervousness as the words rolled out of his mouth. “Then I'll marry you! W-we can wear them until we grow up and then get m-married!”

• Your face felt warm as you heard him speak, feeling his hand eagerly placing the silver ring on your left hand.

• Ever since, neither of you take the plastic piece off, even if it's old and the colors washed out. Not to mention that the whenever you see each other, the word “Fiancé/Fiancée” rolls out of your mouths.

—Hi! If you have a moment, I'm looking for a person. Do you think you can help me?

Ochako heard with attention as you spoke, tilting his head at the style you sported. Compared to the gray uniform and green tie U.A students wore, your clothes were more of an Eastern streetwear.

—Uh, sure thing! Who are you looking for?— The brunette said with a sympathetic smile. —Are they from 1st year or 2nd?

—Izuku Midoriya, 1st year!— The name popped out of your mouth, catching Uraraka's interest.

—Really? He is from my class! I'll take you there.— She offered, making you feel relieved. —Are you from his family or something? I don't think he mentioned any siblings or cousins.

You snorted a little, deciding to play a little with the round-faced girl.

—He is my fiancé! I came to visit him.

The way Ochako's jaw dropped almost had you rolling on the floor laughing, but for the sake of your little joke, you kept a straight face.

—Fiancé?— Her voice stuttered. You nodded, showing off the little plastic ring you always carried. —Since when? How did that happen?

You tapped on your chin as if thinking.

—Since kids, we promised each other. We'll be hitting it off as soon as he graduates.

Uraraka couldn't hide her shock.

—Oh, there you are! I see you've met one of my classmates already.— Izuku's voice popped in, joining the conversation as he walked towards you. —Did you have trouble finding the classroom building?

Ochako's finger pointed at him and then to you. It didn't take much for Midoriya to connect the dots.

—You just had to tell her, didn't you?— He muttered, eyeing you with an embarrassed face. — Uraraka, let me explain…

—Wanna come to the wedding?

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[hanniluvi]

LOVING YOU FROM A DISTANCE — TEASER.

S ☆ — Heeseung has liked you for ages, too long for him to even recall how. Sure, he should be confessing now, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t, especially if you have a boyfriend. So how is he going to tell you his feelings in only a span of a year before he leaves?

2 LOVERS? — best-friend!heeseung x best-friend!fem!reader

GENRE — high school au, bsfs to lovers to ???, he fell first, she fell harder (+ sort of right person, wrong time), angst, fluff

WARNINGS — some curse words possibly, insecurities (abt looks, way they act, etc), some ppl might act shitty .. (will add more if any in actual post for the fic)

FEATURING — beomgyu from txt, sunghoon from enhypen, yoon from stayc

SOPH — since lyfad had the most votes in the poll, here is the long fic that i will be working on 😊 hope you guys think you made a good choice on picking this!! enjoy this little snippet 🤭 + thank u sona fans (or u guys) for picking one on sonas poll, as promised, here is the teaser <3

"Dang, you're good. Never knew you could play," you exclaimed as he finished playing the guitar.

Heeseung smiled and put the guitar down beside him. "You know me, always good at everything, but I don't mean to boast," he said. “You really don't know your best friend, do you?"

"Seriously, you're good at everything. It's hard to keep up with you," you joked, thinking about all the skills he possessed. "I wish I could play like you."

"It's not that difficult to learn. You're a quick learner," he reassured.

Eagerly, you suggested, "Could you teach me?"

"Sure, why not?" he agreed with a smile.

Excited about the opportunity to learn from Heeseung, you both decided to take some time for a quick guitar lesson. You sat right beside him, preparing to learn a few tips.

"Alright, let's start with the basics," Heeseung said, holding the guitar and showing you how to hold it properly. He hands you his guitar, allowing you to copy what he did.

You watched attentively, eager to learn everything you can. "Like this?" you asked, mimicking his hand position.

“Exactly, just position that slightly a bit more towards this way,” he scoots closer to you, propping the item correctly in your hand. “You’re doing great!”

"Now, let's learn how to strum the strings." He demonstrated a gentle strumming motion. "Try it yourself." He hands you the pick, watching over you as you try it out.

You nervously held the guitar and attempted to replicate his strumming. The sound was a bit off, but you kept trying.

Heeseung smiled reassuringly. "You’re doing great! Perfect for a first timer."

He patiently taught you the chords, giving you encouragement and guidance that you needed. Even if you fumbled a bit, you gradually started improving the sounds. "Wow, that sounds much better now," you exclaimed, surprised by your progress.

Heeseung chuckled. "See? You're a fast learner. Just keep practicing, and you'll be playing like a pro in no time."

"I just have to teach you a few more basic chords before I can teach you a song," Heeseung said, reaching over to take the guitar from your hands. However, before he could proceed, the door swung open, revealing Beomgyu. He greeted you both with a warm smile.

"You know," Beomgyu chimed in cheerfully, "if you really wanted to learn guitar, you should've asked me." He plopped down beside you, extending a hand towards Heeseung. "Hand me that guitar, Hee."

You exchanged surprised glances, amazed by the unexpected turn of events. Handing the guitar over to Beomgyu, you watched as he effortlessly adjusted his posture and strummed a few chords.

"I've been playing for a while now," Beomgyu continued, "and I'd love to share what I've learned with you."

"You know how to play guitar too?" you asked Beomgyu in surprise.

"Of course I do. Your boyfriend knows a thing or two," Beomgyu replied cheesily, earning a giggle from you. As the playful banter continued, Heeseung couldn't help but feel a twinge of discomfort, sensing himself becoming the third wheel. However, it wasn't an entirely unfamiliar situation.

Gradually distancing himself from the two of you, Heeseung settled into a corner, observing your interaction. He wore a gentle smile, occasionally chuckling at your playful mistakes and Beomgyu's teasing scolds.

In that moment, Heeseung couldn't deny the bittersweet longing within him. He wished he could be more than just your best friend, wishing for something more.

In the corner, Heeseung's heart felt conflicted as he watched your interaction with Beomgyu. Part of him wished he could be the one making you laugh and sharing those playful moments together. He couldn't help but wonder what it would be like if he were the one holding the guitar, strumming strings that would make your heart skip a beat.

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YAYYY ilove my littule hat u gave me :D i will cherish it <3 while im here, i want to mention that when you said human prowl and mermaid reader i blacked out for a moment and experienced a Thought so: consider, selkie reader. like.,,.! prowl taking your coat bc he wants u to stay with him... excuse me i need to lay face down on the floor -gourmet anon

*pulls you off the floor, shakes you by the shoulders* Man down! Man down!

ok, in all seriousness, i did some research because I didn't know what a selkie is (don't kill me) But omg!!! Cute seals 😭😭 are you telling me they can shapeshift into a human THEN into a seal? That's so adorable omg. And Prowl taking the coat is basically him just wanting selkie to be his lover. 🤨 A little selfish of him ok but, hey, kinda in character.

I actually have a mini fic in mind about this rn (like uhh five chapters at most?) But here's a snippet concocted on a whim because I love this idea so much

—THE half-crystalized water ripples back with a waver. Prowl's leaning over the ledge of the boat. Gloved hands, twitching, nose and ears red just like the veneer of his boots.

The winter isn't the most ideal kind of climate to scour for a dead body. The sky and the clouds might as well merge with the ether as one, sheathed of ivory white, tasteless and bland. Then again, it's not the most normal kind of murder he's faced with : dead body in the middle of the ocean, and all.

All he wants is to get this charade done and over with. It's not like the body will suddenly appear when he wants it to be, does it? It'll take more than a few weeks at most to map out the entire creek — that is, if the creatures down there haven't torn the body to pieces, already....

A cloud of air seethes through his teeth, frostbitten. His joints are locked. Fingers barely any pulse of warmth in it. His nose might as well pop off, by now. He'll have to head inside. Warm up before he can continue searching for another hour.

Prowl plods towards the end of the boat. As he's hauling up the rope, the sudden ire of the floorboards creaking made him stiffen. He halts. No. That can't be his boots. Can't be anyone else's, either.

There's nobody else, here.

Prowl swivels around.

All that were there on his left was a cliff-side, cloaked with snow. He could barely see the top because of the fog. On his right were silhouettes of valleys and trees galore.

Nothing in sight.

Another creak resounds. Prowl tilts his head to listen, eyes narrowed. Then, another creak. Another. And, many more.

Something must be under this boat.

Prowl let's out a startled grunt when the boat tips forward, launching him face first into the waters, immediately strangling him of air. It's a cold slap to his face and a quick pierce through the layers of his clothing.

Prowl claws upwards, reaching for the frayed ends of the rope that dawdled over the boat. But something is pulling him down.

Slick tendrils that curled around his leg, yanking him further into the abyss. And, one look at the visage below — what he's greeted with is not such a genial sight.

Yellow eyes, a face and fangs.

[heartstringsduet]

Late to the game tonight but making it through all the lovely snippets you bunch of talented peeps posted <3 Have some more of the newest Let Me series.ps, at one point I will start to actually count the sentences again lol thanks @strandnreyes @paperstorm @carlos-in-glasses @carlos-tk @birdclowns @orchidscript @freneticfloetry @lemonlyman-dotcom @inflarescent

There’s an emotional footing TK only finds in Carlos’ steadiness. TK doesn’t stop crying, but calms enough to let Carlos lead him out of the shower.

“But the towel--” TK says, when Carlos dabs one edge of soft white cotton against his cheek.

“It’s supposed to get wet.”

Oh. Yeah.

It’s the first smile TK’s cracked since they stepped into the bathroom. Carlos brushes his thumb against the edge of it, as if in awe. Then he sinks onto his knees to press the soft cotton between each of TK’s toe and kiss the back of his knee cabs. And when blood pumps into his cock, making it half-hard and TK shakes his head to questioning eyes, Carlos gets back up and helps him into his underwear and his long soft pajamas with the check pattern TK keeps for winters. It will inevitably be too warm tonight, but it feels good to have his skin almost completely covered. Carlos only has his hands off him long enough to slip into his own winter set, gray and thinner because he runs hotter.

Cold air meets TK’s skin as they step out of the bathroom and he notices that he’s stopped crying. A look at Carlos shows that his eyes still swim in tears. They they don’t fall.

Grasping TK’s hand, Carlos leads them out to the bedroom and leading him not to the bed but the door first. He slides it shut, giving TK one more barrier.

They burry under the covers and as Carlos reaches his free hand out to the buttery yellow of the bedsite table lamp, TK asks, “Can we leave it on?”

Without hesitation, Carlos twists back around to him. His gaze is as warm as a light bulb. “Of course.”

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I meant; you have a demarco wip 👀👀

i dooooo!!!!! not sure when i'll finish it, but it's truly beloved <3

~ snippet for u?? ~

When the shower shut off, Benny turned over, pressing his face into the thin cotton of the pillowcase with a low sigh.

His back ached, some, a low twinge that pooled in between his vertebrae like heat. He could feel that same ache melt into the mattress, seep out of him like the humidity hung in the air as the bathroom door opened.

The laugh of the man behind him was low, amused, and Benny couldn’t help the way his smile curved up, pressed against the sheets.

“Y’gonna be okay, over there?” Richard asked him, footsteps quiet as he moved around the room, doing whatever that Benny didn’t care to know about, staying facedown on the bed.

“I’ve fallen in love with a mattress.” Benny told the mattress, in question. “You’re gonna have to peel me off of it with a knife.” 

A low clatter, as Macon placed something on the nightstand. There was only one; in the tiny hotel room. The bed — a twin, small and soft — was shoved against the wall, boxed in by the nightstand to the left and the bathroom door at the foot of the bed.

It was a cramped set-up, but the clutter was welcome and familiar, the entire room clouded with the humid haze that hung quiet after two showers. 

The man who took the second one ghosted a hand over Benny’s shoulder, and Benny reached up to him blindly, hooked his fingers around Richard’s wrist and tugged his hand back to him, rolling over to his side.

When he looked up at the other, Richard looked back down at him – gaze warm, gentle, careful. He was shining, almost, still damp from the shower and glowing from the heat. Benny wanted to press his palms to his heart and feel if he was just as warm, there, as his roughened fingertips were.

I almost lost this. He thought suddenly, coldly. I almost never had this at all. 

Something in his expression must have shifted, with that, and Richard must have caught it, as he turned his hand over in between the circle of Benny’s fingers, sinking down onto the mattress and running his other palm along the bare expanse of his back, dipping with the curve of his spine.

He might have been thinking the same thing, Benny thought, as he stayed sitting at the bed, bowed down just enough to meet Benny’s forehead with his own. 

Benny’s hand twitched, slightly, before he freed his other arm from where it was wedged between the mattress and his waist to trace a finger down Richard’s jaw, the curve of his neck.

“This hurting?” He asked, suddenly almost tired, and Richard shook Benny’s grip around his wrist to pull his hand away from his face. 

“You don’t need to think about that.” He said, simple, and Benny almost frowned before rolling over onto his back, giving Richard more room to stretch out on the mattress, press against him. 

He imagined, maybe for half a second, that they were back at the Stalag. That Macon still watched him warily, and Benny fought against everything, tired, tired, tired. He didn’t want to go back to that, maybe, and maybe that was what’s selfish.

“I’m tired.” He said, honestly, instead of any of that. Richard snorted, wry; Benny didn’t have to look at him to know the way he twisted his lips, a vague smile.

“I wonder why.” He said lowly, still on his back next to Benny, and Benny hesitated only for a moment before shifting enough to roll over again, sliding his leg easily into the space between Macon’s and rolling halfway on top of him; pressing his cheek to his clavicle absently.

Richard huffed a laugh and it might have been wry, but a hand smoothed down Benny’s spine nonetheless, almost hesitant. Benny smiled, at the touch, caught his lower lip between his teeth and thought between it, for half of a heartbeat.

“I never thought I’d say this,” He began, voice low, maybe joking. “But I don’t want to leave France.”

It was mostly a joke, but the warmth of the tiny hotel room in Paris — the warmth of the man against him and the steadiness of his breath, the way that the bed was small and creaked and was trapped between the wall and the nightstand and the door — was enough for it not to be, on a level.

He thought, and wouldn’t say it out loud, that the past three days had been the best of his life. 

Richard didn’t say anything back, just pressed his hand more steadily to his spine. Benny would fall further against him, if he could. Would swing a leg over his hips again, or slide down against the sheets.

He did neither, exhaustion settling easily and comfortably between the ache in his back, instead just shifted against Richard again, tilted his head up, ran fingertips along his skin.

It would almost be grieving, if he wasn’t so warm. Sore, in a way, and sated. 

In three days, they’d barely left the room. In three days, they’d barely left the bed. It was something so quiet and loud and altogether warm that Benny barely had any clue at all how to act in the aftermath.

Richard was his friend, but Richard was also so, so much more than that.

The problem, Benny was finding, was that he wasn’t sure what that meant. Especially not in Paris, especially not back home.

The thought made something in his chest twist, coil around like a snake, and he was glad, for more than a heartbeat, that Richard couldn’t see his face.

[ilcuoreardendo-fic]

Protection and Banter (A Crosshair snippet)

Echo was learning, in these small, private moments in between duties and missions, that wherever Tech was, Crosshair would eventually follow. He might only pass through a room, giving it a quick surveil. Or he might sneer at a Reg who was looking too close to starting shit. Or he might throw out a comment that sounded mean to Echo but which Tech countered with a dignitary’s grace and which got a small, sly smirk from Crosshair in return.

It didn’t take Echo long to realize it was Crosshair’s way of checking in, ensuring everything was as it should be.

He’d commented on it to Tech a few rotations back, as they waited for their medical eval in preparation for departing Kamino.

“There was an incident with some Regs when we were cadets,” Tech had said as they watched one of the Regs come in, start to take a seat next to them only to about-face beneath the weight of Crosshair’s stare and sit on the other side of the room. “I was making modifications to the protocol of the training droids in the cadet gym, to better align with the strengths in which we would need to demonstrate proficiency during one of our final simulations. I wanted my squad to be prepared. I explained what I was doing...but the Regs seemed to take it as an insult. My arm was broken. Crosshair was heavily reprimanded for infighting. He’s been this way ever since.”

“Did you need something, Crosshair?” Tech asked as Echo stepped into the cockpit.

“Yeah. I need to not be woken up by one of your hairpin turns.” Crosshair eyed Echo as he lingered in the doorway. “How’s his flying sitting with you, Reg?”

“Ah,” Echo said intelligently, not used to being invited into the bickering.

He still wasn’t quite sure where he stood with Crosshair. The quiet clone was cool, often short when speaking with him. Not mean...but, Echo would never mistake his interactions for a warm welcome.

The most warmth he had gotten from Crosshair to date had been on Skako. The squad had sent him and Crosshair to the high ground. It was only fair. Echo had been in no shape for a stand up fight, but he could fire a blaster if needed. And he was doing just that—aiming for a half broken droid climbing toward their location—when one of the flyers swooped low overhead.

He’d felt the brush of metal talons against his scalp. Then Crosshair had yanked him to the ground, laid half on top of him, his weight and warmth familiar and alien all at once, and shot the droid out of the sky.

Tech glanced at Crosshair; his mouth was taught but his eyes were bright. “I’ll have you know that I passed Jaon Ehn’s flight training with exemplary scores. He gave me a commendation.”

“He’d probably take it back if he knew how your fancy flying blew out the left sublight and got us stranded on Murkhana.”

Tech sniffed. “It was the damage the Marauder took on Felucia that took out the sublight.”

Crosshair looked pointedly at Tech. “And how long would the engine have held if you hadn’t done what you usually do?”

Tech pushed his goggles up his nose, though he didn’t need to. “Potentially to our rendezvous on Boz Pity.”

Crosshair smirked and unfolded from the chair.

“But,” Tech continued, “I must point out the odds of us being blown apart by separatist fighters were far more likely if I didn’t make that dive into the atmosphere.”

“Whatever helps you sleep, Tech. Hey, Reg,” Crosshair said, passing by and plucking a mug of caf off the tray, “keep an eye on him. Make sure he doesn’t fling us into the side of a passing cruiser.”

“I can hear you,” Tech said.

With a smirk over his shoulder and a rude gesture, Crosshair disappeared into the rear of the ship.

From Chapter 3: A Place Called Home (Series: Written in the Dust, an eventual kind of fix-it, self-indulgent fic.)

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Crosshair and Tech are definitely batch twins. They have a unique connection. Echo's being invited in. Crosshair also has that big "I can pick on my brothers, but if you do it, no one will ever find your body" energy. These three together - I love them so much.

And, taking another look at "On Wings of Keeradaks" that shoulder touch he gives Echo is just...agh. *heart melts* It's an unspoken "well done," for shooting that droid out of the sky; and a touch that's meant to be both stabilizing and reassuring ("you're on the edge of a cliff, we're under fire, but I have your back").

I've played with some of their dynamic in several chapters in "A Place Called Home" but I definitely want more of it.

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PUBLISHED: BD 42, THROTTLE 4, OTTE WIPS: BD 49, OTTE 2, MONSOON

PUBLISHED WORK

BAD DECISIONS - #42 (x)

"You sound just like him."

If you thought Jungkook looked devastated before, then you've no idea how to describe the way he falls apart now.

Though he remains on his feet, body strong, his eyes sink into a darkness you've never known. His posture slopes. Everything about him reduces like wood to ash in the midst of a forest fire. 'Anguish' sounds far too violent for the gentle way in which Jungkook quietly crumbles, but it's the only thing that's remotely apt for his current expression.

"Don't compare me to him," he says. Swallows. "It's not fair."

But love and war never is.

"Don't do the same shit he did," you counter. "Then maybe I won't."

THROTTLE - 4 (x)

“Hey,” he calls through, his voice muffled slightly through the sliding partition doors. The glass is frosted, but you can make out his silhouette as he kicks his shoes off by the door. “Just been on a job. Emergency at an office building downtown. Some bad wires. Tripped.”

The lies roll off his tongue like butter in a hot pan. They sizzle. Spit. Burn you and scar you with the portrayal of a man who isn’t who he pretends to be.

Thing is, Jungkook is exactly who he pretends to be.

He really does get too hot in the night, and genuinely does find videos of kids falling over far funnier than he knows he should. His hair sticks up on end when he wakes up, and he loves his car more than life itself. The way he winces after taking shots, and his dimples, which form in moments of contemplation beneath his cheeks, are entirely natural to him.

None of it - none of him - is a lie. At his core, Jungkook is the idea in your head; the yellow of midafternoon sun before it sets.

He’s the amber light that flashes before fading into red. 

That’s his issue, though. Inevitably, he will always, unavoidably, turn red.

ONCE THE THRILL EXPIRES (x)

The softness of his lips as he presses them against your sternum, long lashes splayed across the top of his cheeks, has you spiralling. Kind of feels like he’s twisting a corkscrew through your heart. You know he’ll rip it right out - but maybe you’ll let him, if it means he’ll kiss the wound better.

“Hmm?” He hums. One of your hands rests on his shoulder, the other in his hair, and that’s how Jungkook knows he’s rectified the damage done for a short while. It’s like putting washi tape over holes punched in the walls - useless, and bound to fall off eventually, but ever so pretty in the meantime. Another washi-tape kiss is pressed to your skin, a little higher this time. “We had a good night, didn’t we?”

The tenderness of his voice rewrites the events of the evening. A good night. 

Not one with tears, and jealousy, and arguments that people who claim to be just friends have no business having. A night shared together, perhaps, with no one else to intrude.

Didn’t we?

WIPS

BAD DECISIONS - #49

He thinks he’s subtle. Thinks you’re none the wiser. Believes he’s good at hiding how he feels about it all.

Or at least he does, until you start laughing, “It’s one night, Kook. You can survive without me for a night.”

“No, I don’t actually think I can,” he replies without missing a beat, decidedly needy in his lack of denial. “In fact, I think I might-“

“You’re not gonna die,” you smile, reaching out for his hand. He doesn’t resist as you pull his knuckles to your lips, pressing a pretty little kiss upon them, then lowering them to your lap. Your clasp is warm. Welcome. Just like home. “It’s just a night-“

“Just a night,” he echoes, before arguing against you. “Just a night where you’re gonna look all fancy and nice, and I’m gonna have to watch another man taking you to bed-“

“He’s not taking me to bed!”

“Well, then he’s a fool.”

OTTE - #2

Because Jungkook doesn’t care how good you make him feel.

He doesn’t care how comfortable he is with you.

Doesn’t care that he buries himself inside you like it’s the only grave he’ll ever need.

He wants danger. Adventure. To constantly be moving and changing and evolving. Hates who he is, and somehow thinks he’ll love the person he’ll grow to be.

And so even though you’re safe – home – he doesn’t want that.

He wants new beds. New tastes.

Even if he returns home in the morning unfulfilled and disappointed, it still beats spending the night in his own room. Gives him a story to tell. A life experience.

He won’t remember their names. Their faces. How they felt, or the scent of their perfume. Will one day be just a notch in his bedpost.

But you’ll be mentioned at family dinners – How’s she doing? Did she get the job she applied for? – and Jungkook will forever remember the sound of the tiny bell on your anklet as you used to run up and down the hallways of your shared accommodation. He’ll recognise your perfume in a crowded subway station, and whenever he’s alone at night, restless and in need of sleep, he’ll always think of you.  

Come the morning, and a new tinder match is saying hello, he’ll forget you again.

Because they’ll be new, and exciting, and ever so nice, and the kind of girl he’d be lucky to have but–god damnit–they’ll never be you.

He met you too soon. Both of you know it. Both of you struggle with it.

MONSOON

elemental magic au - jjk x oc

“Oi,” Jungkook barks when Yoongi ignores him. “Hand it over.”

It’s always the same. Sometimes the colour changes, and more often than not the gas volume varies, but it’s always the same shitty brand of plastic lighter, with the same identifying initials written on the side of it. Fuckin’ idiot.

With a displeased frown on his face, Yoongi shrugs as Jungkook pockets yet another one of his lighters. “I’ll just buy another.”

“Try it,” Jungkook laughs. “I’ll get you banned from every fuckin’ convenience store in our part of the city if you’re not careful.”

And now Yoongi smiles too. “Gyu would never turn me away.”

Bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, Beomgyu'll most definitely turn Yoongi away from the convenience store he works at if Jungkook tells him to - but he’ll also smuggle the lighters home for Yoongi, regardless. 

“Gyu’ll do whatever I tell him to do,” Jungkook assures Yoongi. “Kid doesn’t need to get wrapped up in your little schemes.”

[starry-night-author]

Prompt #16 (Pt. 4)

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3)

@those-damn-snippets @shychick-52

Hero yawned, stretching out on the bed and debating whether or not they should get up to turn the light off. It was late and they would likely fall asleep soon, but they were too tired to get up and switch it off. Besides, they didn't mind it much either.

So they sighed and turned back to the huge flatscreen TV in front of them, getting comfortable on Supervillain's bed.

Supervillain's bed was huge, and it was the most comfortable bed Hero had ever been in. It was low and wide, and absolutely covered in squashy pillows and soft thick blankets. It was a place they never wanted to leave, and they were sure they wouldn't be able to go back to any other bed. It wouldn't even compare to this.

Several minutes passed, and Hero eventually scrambled out, going to switch the light off. They were tired enough that they would likely fall asleep without the extra brightness.

However, just as they straightened up, they looked up to find Supervillain standing right in front of them.

Hero yelped, falling back in bed in surprise. "O-oh!" They exclaimed "I didn't hear you come in! Where were you?"

Supervillain smiled apologetically, reaching out a hand to help Hero up. Hero took it. "There were some heroes looking around for you. I went to tell them to back off and that you're alright."

Hero tilted their head. "Was Superhero there?"

"They were leading the team."

Hero frowned. Why was Superhero so obsessed lately? Ever since they'd learned Hero was dating Supervillain, they were suddenly more interested in Hero's life than they'd ever been. Which was saying something, the two hardly ever interacted before that. "Was there a fight?"

"I managed to prevent one. I know they tried to follow me back, I think I shook them off."

"Hm," Hero stepped around them, headed for the light switch. "I was just about to go to bed, is that okay with you?"

Supervillain smiled warmly at them. "Of course. Mind if I join you?"

Hero grinned, flicking the switch. The room was now lit by the TV screen, and the warm glow of the lamp on the bedside table. "I'd be delighted!"

But they hesitated, thinking. "Look... I've loved this, but I might have to go back soon," they looked up at Supervillain, who's smile was slowly fading. "I don't want them to keep coming after you, and I kind of miss my job."

"You're leaving?" Supervillain frowned, stepping over to them.

"Just going to work," Hero explained with a smile.

Supervillain rested a hand on Hero's shoulder, pulling their partner close. "But... I can support both of us, why would you want to go back?"

"There's not a lot to do here," Hero pointed out. "And I'd still come back, of course! I'd just be going to work like I used to. Besides, I probably owe all of them an explanation."

A flicker of darkness crossed Supervillain's face. "You don't owe them anything."

Hero reached up to gently cup the side of their partner's face. "I don't know, clearly they're worried about me. I could just tell them what's up?"

Supervillain frowned, clearly pouting, and Hero chuckled. "It'd just be how it was before! Except now I know where your place is, I could spend more time here after work?"

"I guess," Supervillain huffed. They ran their hand up Hero's arm, resting it on top of their partner's still, resting against their face. Their other hand on Hero's shoulder strayed up to Hero's neck. "You're really sure you wan't to go back though? Superhero's not going to let it go that easily."

Hero frowned, they had a point. "I know. But I've missed work."

"We can find other things for you!" Supervillain pointed out, pulling them closer. "Stay with me."

"I will, I will." Hero's thumb stroked their cheek, soothingly. "But I don't want to stay inside forever!"

Supervillain blinked, leaning down closer. "Why not?" They murmured. Thinking they were joking, Hero chuckled, but Supervillain's finger moved to shush them. "Shhh... you could stay here, and it'd be just you and me."

Their voice had gone much softer, and Hero was suddenly aware of just how close they were. They were nearly pressed right up against Supervillain's body as their partner gazed down at them. "You and me," they repeated, "here forever. No distractions, no Superhero, we can find better things to do here."

Hero sighed. "I don't-"

"You can come with me on my own missions, you don't need hero ones," Supervillain pointed out, their hand sliding up to cup Hero's cheek. Hero leaned into it, eyes closing as they smiled contentedly. "Stay here with me." Supervillain whispered. "We don't need anyone else."

Hero looked up at them. "I'll think about it."

"Just take this week off?"

A grin. "Sure."

That's when the entire wall of Supervillain's room exploded.

Hero and Supervillain were thrown backwards, Hero's head hitting hard against the nearby wall.

Everything quickly faded to black, before they'd even touched the ground.

Hero woke with a start.

They sat straight up, floundering in bed and gasping for air.

What had just happened? Had that been a dream? Where were they? Where was Supervillain?

Looking around, they found themself laying in a bed in the middle of a bright white room, machines and monitors stacked around them. There were curtains drawn around them, and an occupied chair next to their bed.

Hero blinked, squinting. "...Superhero?"

Superhero grinned sheepishly. "Hey, Hero."

"What's going on? Why are you here? Where's Supervillain?! What happened?"

"You're in the medical wing of the agency headquarters," Superhero explained. "We went to rescue you, and may have been... a little overenthusiastic when trying to get into Supervillain's lair. We didn't mean to hurt you."

Oh no. "Where's Supervillain? Are they okay?"

"They've been taken into custody, they're in the cells a few floors down. We're-"

"What?! You can't do that!" Hero exclaimed, throwing their blankets off. "They-"

"Woah woah woah, hey." Superhero stood, gently pushing Hero back down to the bed. "It's fine, you're safe from them now. You need to stay in bed, you might have a concussion."

"What are you even talking about?!" Hero struggled against them. "I have to make sure they're okay, I-"

"You have to stay here," Superhero stressed. "Supervillain is fine."

"But they're not!" Hero gave up, letting Superhero push them back into bed. "I- they- they had a bad experience once with the agency, and they're going to freak out. I-I have to get to them and tell them they're okay."

Superhero let out a breath, and Hero could see they didn't believe them. "They'll survive. I'm sure they just told you that to further manipulate you-"

"No, I'm serious!"

"Besides they're a supervillain, the reason they're here is their own fault." Superhero pointed out. "What matters right now is making sure you're alright after they kidnapped you."

"I'm fine! And they didn't kidnap me! I-"

Hero broke off as the curtain was suddenly drawn back, and the two heroes looked up to see Other Hero standing there, holding a clipboard. "Oh, am I interrupting?"

Superhero flopped back down in their chair with a sigh. "Yes, but what is it?"

"There's been... a development." Other Hero said cautiously.

"What is it?"

"Supervillain hasn't been captured before, so they're not in our systems. We were just doing all of the scans and background checks and... we discovered something."

"What?" Superhero sounded exasperated.

"Supervillain has powers."

Both Superhero and Hero sat up, surprised. "They what?"

"They have superpowers. Which is really rare, I know, considering their age- you know, powers are much more common among babies now- but we're certain."

"What are their powers?" Hero asked, confused. Supervillain hadn't said a thing about this.

Other Hero let out a breath, clearly hesitated to say what it was.

"...Hypnosis." They said at last. "We're not sure how they do it, but they can hypnotize people into doing what they want."

[theharrowing]

😎 rules: post 3 snippets from published work, and 3 from your wips

thank you so much @eoieopda and @daechwitatamic for tagging me, i am obsessed with you both!!! no pressure tags: @sweetestofchaos @park-jimin-isnt-real @monvante @sabiekay @star-my @jessikahathaway @written-in-flowers @moonleeai @minisugakoobies @moccahobi @kithtaehyung & anyone else who might want to play! this is your tag!!! (if you dont have 3 fics or 3 wips that's ok! just post whatever!!!) as we all know, i have zero self control, so these snips are long! enjoyyyyyy!!!

3 Published:

Carnival of Terror

“Come one, come all!” a loud, deep, welcoming voice booms over the noise. “Welcome to Carnival Bizarre! The greatest show in the world!” When the other Kim brother you recognize from the posters – Namjoon – suddenly appears in the center of the ring in a burst of smoke, you feel surprised and a bit confused. The performers circle around him, and he holds his arms high, blood-red suit bright under the shine of the many spotlights. Although you cannot perfectly see him from this distance, you imagine that he is not only smiling, but that he is staring directly at you. A chill shimmies down your spine, and you want to look away, but you find that you cannot; your eyes are fixed on the magnanimous man in the swelling center of the encircling chaos.  Held in Namjoon’s hand is a cane, the top end of which is glowing bright like fire, and you watch as he twirls and points with it, following its path as the music crescendos, feeling a heavy weight in your chest that threatens to overwhelm, if only you could tear your eyes away and allow yourself to think clearly.  And then the music stops, and the lights shift off, save for a bright white spotlight that glows on Namjoon. He opens his empty hand, and something that looks like a burst of orange, glittering fire rises from his palm, shimmering in the air as it lifts up, up, up, to the top of the tent, so high above that you lose sight of it.  Vaguely, it feels as if tears are running from your eyes, staining your cheeks in warm streaks, but you cannot lift your hands to check, nor can you blink. You sit stunned and stiff as a board, staring up into the dark tent, waiting to be told where to look next. 

The Hooksborough Demon

cw: some light violence/gore

To explain the anger that occurs within this place, imagine there is a constant noise just in the periphery that you cannot find a solution to, and you cannot shut out. Like somewhere, in the corner of your mind, there is a faucet drip, drip, dripping, and it is slowly driving you crazy. You cannot think straight because it will not stop drip, drip, dripping, and you are becoming more and more frustrated, more and more confused, more and more agitated. Somewhere in the back of your mind, it is almost as if there is a voice whispering, “Kill him, kill him, kill him,” and you stand seething, seeing red, wanting nothing more than to reach out, wrap your fingers around his throat and squeeze, squeeze, squeeze the fucking life out of him. That is how I felt, looking at Yoongi while he told me there was meant to be nothing, that he had never seen a café kiosk in any of the floorplans, much less in the location where I thought it should be, nor the location where it is now. And Jimin, standing there with a Polaroid between his fingers. Jimin, who had his fingers on two photos but never set one of them down in front of me or on camera. I wanted to bash his head against the counter, watch as his skull cracks and his grey matter and blood seep out, painting the laminated wood of the countertop. Whatever this surge of anger was caused by within the walls of this building was swirling inside me, pouring from my mouth and eyes, and I wanted them both dead from my bare hands. And then it stopped. I blinked, and it was gone. As if a mist within me had dissipated, and my mind was clear.

Dollhouse

It always feels weird to wake up in someone else's body. The discombobulation of space and time, adjusting for hand-eye coordination in a new skinsuit with different length limbs and overall proportions, acclimating as quickly as possible to carry out the tasks at hand. But he always adjusts quickly because he is the best. Nobody is better than Jung Hoseok. This assignment is the same as any assignment: find the target and either confiscate or terminate. This time, he has to do both. It just so happens that the target individual is in possession of the target information, allowing Hoseok to kill two birds with one stone and get back into his own body by dinnertime. Easy peasy. "What do you see?" a female voice asks inside Hoseok's head. Hoseok glances around, blinking heavily, unaccustomed to wearing glasses. He appears to be in a bedroom, plain walls with mahogany paneling encasing him. "I'm in a bedroom. Sitting up now." "The target will be here shortly, mister Jung. Meet him in the study, two doors down and to the right." "Got it." When Hoseok sits up, he feels a little dizzy, holding the host's hands in front of him. They're paler, wrinklier, and thicker than his own. Hoseok closes and opens them, turning them around for a moment; he always stops to marvel at the small things.

3 WIPs:

Collateral

And then you run. Your feet are sweaty and they slide against the floor, but you push forward as fast as you can. Once at the door, you shove at it with all your strength, and when it flies open, revealing Yoongi and Namjoon standing close, muttering sweetly, you gasp; you were not expecting to find the two of them this easily.  Namjoon stands to the left, gently cradling Yoongi's chin with both hands, and Yoongi stares up at him, hands lifted to Namjoon's sides. Despite Namjoon's more casual attire, Yoongi is in his usual black button-up and black slacks.  You mutter, "Yoo—" and halt in place when he turns his attention to you, smile faltering as his one visible eye holds you in its gaze.  Although Yoongi's hair is down and wild, you can see the black eyepatch covering his other eye. Above the patch are little black stitches that rise up his forehead, and you worry you might faint once more.  "Darling," Yoongi says, dropping his arms from Namjoon's sides to fully face you.  Namjoon's hands only fall to Yoongi's shoulders, and the look he gives you is indiscernible and maybe even a little cold.  "I'm sorry," is all you can say as your right leg twitches in an attempt to continue forward, held back by the full-body weight of your fear.

Devil With the Mint Hair

“Hmm,” you respond, stepping close enough that he could reach out and touch you. “My safe word is Jimin.” Yoongi tongues the inside of his cheek, then sits back, placing his palms against the white comforter on the bed. “Really?”  You chuckle as you nod and say, “Yup.” “You’re going to scream Jimin’s name when you want me to slow down or stop?” “Correct.” Yoongi laughs, clearly amused, then he nods and says, “Alright. Works for me. Any other boundaries? Things you’re not into?” Truthfully, at this moment, there is nothing you can think of. So you shrug and say, “Nothing as of now…but I’ll tell you if I think of something.” “You’ll moan my hookup’s name if you change your mind,” Yoongi mutters with a smirk.  “Yup.” Yoongi rolls his shoulders and then sits up straight before slowly beginning to stand. You take a step back, feeling nervousness sink in over the fact that this is really happening, especially with the way Yoongi stands tall with his shoulders square and his expression flat.  “Repeat your safe word for me,” Yoongi commands.  “Jimin,” you respond, much softer than intended.  The corner of Yoongi’s mouth rises for a split second, then he squints as if he is disgusted by what he sees. Instinctively, you take another step back.  Yoongi is quick as a serpent, hand snapping up to grip onto your jaw and make you gasp – startling you.  “Where do you think you’re going?” he asks in a sharp snarl.  Although you move your lips, all you are able to mutter is vowels, unsure what to say.  “You’re mine, baby girl. You don’t so much as move unless I command it.”

Truth or Dare

Suddenly, you are eager to touch and taste him, uncertain whether you want to continue playing the game. Taehyung catches you staring and smirks, then he pats his legs and asks, "Truth or dare?" with his eyes on you. "Dare," you breathe softly as you get onto your hands and knees to turn and crawl back to his lap. He appears to have scooted a few inches away. "I dare you face me," Taehyung says, lifting a brow. "Straddle my lap." You continue to crawl and cage in Taehyung's legs with your hands and knees until you have nowhere more to go and sit, settling down on his lap. Even sitting up straight you are just slightly shorter than Taehyung, and being this close, you fight the urge once more to kiss him, licking your lips while gazing hungrily at his. When Taehyung mimics the motion, licking his lips in return, you lift your gaze to his, feeling shy.  "Don't worry, pretty," Taehyung teases softly as he wraps his arms around your waist, "I saw that. You want to kiss me so badly, don't you?" With a shrug, you respond, "I haven't picked truth, so who's to say?" "Cheeky," Taehyung mutters with a wide smile, then he nibbles on his lower lip, pulling your attention once more and making you wonder how he tastes.  "God, you should see them, hyung," Taehyung groans loudly enough for his voice to travel without taking his eyes off you. "They can't stop looking at my lips." You blink rapidly, attempting to pull yourself from the trance that Taehyung is clearly becoming a master at putting you under, and you turn to your boyfriend, who stares at you with wide, eager eyes.  "Truth or dare, babe?" "Truth." "What are you imagining, right now?" Hoseok chuckles and shakes his head. "So many things," he mutters.  "Elaborate," you urge.

someone please hold a gun to my head and force me to finish Truth or Dare lolol.

[beaconfeels]

Snippet Sunday

I was tagged by the wonderful human @aurevell Here’s a snippet for the Stargent fic I’m working on for Stargent Week this month (for context, Stiles shares an apartment in Chicago with Chris and Allison)—

“Oh no oh no oh no” he mumbled into his pillow. Anyone watching might have said he was overreacting, but Stiles knew better.

This, he knew at once, was more than just a harmless fantasy about a hot older guy. No, this was the culmination of an obsession that had been quietly growing in strength over the past year as he sipped cups of hot cocoa curled up reading on the couch, with Chris on the other end flipping through magazines on blustery winter days.

It was the natural (and horrifying) result of seeing Chris soften, morphing from the sharp-edged hunter to the kind of guy who wore joggers and ridiculously soft sweaters and t-shirts when he was hanging out around the house.

This was a direct consequence of Allison deciding she wanted to spend Christmas with Lydia, and leaving Chris and Stiles at home alone for the holidays, where they played long games of scrabble in which they spent half the time arguing and the other half laughing while making up increasingly ridiculous words, and stayed up all night on Christmas Eve watching all of Stiles’s favorite Christmas movies and drinking way too much eggnog.

He should have known, but he’d convinced himself the warm feeling sitting low in his belly was just the result of a friendship that he enjoyed. He had to believe that, because this was a guy who was not only old enough to be his father, but was Allison’s actual dad.

“I’m going to hell,” Stiles moaned, flailing his limbs around the bed.

*Editing because I forgot to tag anyone the first time! Anyway, low pressure tag to @like-lazarus @oftincturedwords @anaxandria-writes and @exlibrisfangirl Also, if any of you are writers who don’t really get tagged in things, message me and let me know! Most of the people I know are writers get tagged in these a lot, but I’m sure some of y’all are writers who just haven’t had a lot of interaction yet, so definitely feel free to let me know if you’d like to be tagged in these, or just consider yourself tagged in this one <3

[haywire-hetfield]

Write more James x Jason? <3 You can pick the prompt!

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Send me a number along with a pairing (or leave it to dealers choice) and I'll write you a snippet (500 words or less)

86) "I'm gonna come in my pants if you keep doing that."

Jason’s body seemed weightless as he rubbed against James. Getting high wasn’t anything new to him, but it had never been like this before. His nerves all felt overly sensitive, almost as though each one was exposed to the open air and being directly prodded. 

He could vaguely hear himself breathing, although panting might be a more fitting word for it. His body was laid on top of James, surely putting too much of his weight on him. If it bothered the blonde, he didn’t complain about it. Jason wasn’t even bothering to pull his hips away, simply rubbing up against the solid, warm body beneath him. 

“You’re such a mess,” James laughed and Jason would be embarrassed if he was a bit less high. For now, all he could focus on was how good it felt. He nodded against James’ shoulder the best he could, keeping his face buried there and continuing to rock his hips against him. 

One hand slid up into his hair and James pulled suddenly, grabbing close to the roots and forcing the strands back almost enough to tear some of them out. Jason let out a choked moan and tightened his hold on James’ waist, rutting himself harder and faster against him. The touch had been surprising, not something they’d done before, but it was certainly welcomed. 

“I’m gonna come in my pants if you keep doing that,” Jason warned. Again, he was too high to care about how pitiful he knew he must have sounded. Everything felt good to the point it was nearly painful and the hand in his hair felt so painful that it was almost good. It was all overwhelming and yet, he still needed more of it. 

“Come for me then,” James encouraged and Jason shook his head. “Come for me, Jase. I know you can do it,” He further pushed, but Jason held his ground. 

“No. At least let me get my jeans off first,” Jason reasoned and moved to lean back. His pants were tight and restricting, not letting it feel as good as it could. And deep down, he was a bit embarrassed by the idea of coming in his pants like a needy teenager. 

“No,” James echoed back and one leg wrapped around the back of Jason’s thigh, pulling him back closer. The hand in his hair guided his head and the free arm curled around his middle. Jason’s high mind didn’t catch up to what was happening until he was already trapped against James and he whined a bit too loudly. 

He knew he could dislodge James’ hold on him if he truly wanted to. However, pleasure won out over embarrassment in the end. His cheeks were burning bright red as he rocked against James, only intensifying once he finally groaned and felt himself coming. He didn’t stop moving until he was completely done, shame filling him once the pleasure wore off and he pressed his face deeper into James’ neck to hide himself.