#mono loves his coffee

[themoonunderstoodmydadjokes]

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[starlit-mansion]

thinking about that post that was like dads love to randomly drop their lore apropos of nothing and boy howdy they do

[kthvlr]

taehyung x idol!/celeb! reader pleaseee

doesn’t even have to be smut just something FLUFFY

also ur so talented at writing !

⋆౨ৎ HOME AT LAST - kth ᝰ.ᐟ

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summary: after such a long time, you’re happy to be home at last

notes: thank you so much! i’ve been meaning to write some pure fluff recently and this really helped me come up with something. so sorry that it took a few days, i hope you enjoy nonetheless :) this can be read as a fluffy prologue to drunk in love but can also be read by itself. it wasn’t my intention to make it a prologue but i think it could work as one. also, i feel like i can’t write fluff but whatever. happy valentine’s day!

word count: 1.7k

genre: fluff

pairing: taehyung x idol!reader

warnings/tags: idol!au, established relationship, domestic fluff, movie nights, very sweet and fluffy, reader is HEAD OVER HEELS for taehyung, (and he is for reader 🤭), mention of sex, not proofread…🧍‍♀️

it had been far too long since you and taehyung had seen each other. you were both busy with your comebacks; writing, recording, filming music videos, performing at music shows. not only the preparation took months but so did all the stuff that came after, so with your busy schedules, you hadn’t spent a full day together in weeks. until today.

finally, both your schedules allowed you a few days off from all the chaos, and you couldn’t wait to spend those days with him after only being able to see him at award shows or events.

so you’re at his door. you knock and almost immediately, the door swings open to reveal your boyfriend with the biggest boxy smile on his (beautiful) face, dressed in an old shirt and some sweatpants. he’s been at home for a few hours but you’re coming straight from an interview so you still have your makeup done and you’re not in the most comfortable clothes, so you can’t wait to get changed and spend some time with him.

his smile is contagious, so you can’t help when you match his expression as a warm, fuzzy feeling engulfs you. you can’t wait a second longer, so when he lets you in and closes the door, smile never faltering, you immediately wrap your arms around his torso, burying your face in his chest and closing your eyes.

he hugs you back without hesitation, one of his hands resting on your waist, and the other finding purchase in your hair. he kisses your head before mumbling “hi” and you can hear the smile in his voice.

you lift your head up and open your eyes to look at him and you almost get lost in his eyes. they were captivating. their colour resembles black coffee, but the way light reflects onto them mimics how stars look in the night sky. a galaxy that you could stare at forever.

what pulled you in further was how each eye had something different to explore. his left eye was big and round, eyelid forming a small crease which completely contrasted his right eye. with one double eyelid and one mono lid you found his eyes unique and interesting. not to mention the perfectly placed mole which sat on his right eye.

in a way his eyes reflected each side of him. they were wide and curious, reminding you of how he looked up at you with puppy eyes. you could never say no to him when he looked at you like that. or sometimes he’d just watch you with those same wide eyes, fascinated and in love. you sometimes wondered how he could love you so much if he himself is the most lovable person you know.

his eyes could also switch in a split second. they could change into something sensual. something filled with desire and yearning. when he looked at like that it was the complete opposite to the wide puppy eyes he gave you. when he looked at you like that he pulled you in. he trapped you in his gaze before kissing you. touching you. loving you. giving you the pleasure he knew you deserved.

but right now, he wasn’t looking at you with either of those looks. he was looking at you with love. just like you were captivated by him, he was by you. and you would’ve gotten completely lost in his eyes if it wasn’t for the thought of his, arguably, even more enticing lips breaking you out of your trance.

at the idea of his lips, your eyes flicker down. you study them; smooth and glossy from where he probably licked them (a habit of his you found rather endearing), his heart shaped cupids bow, and a mole decorating his lower lip. so perfect. so kissable. you don’t think you could possibly resist any longer.

your hands travel up to cup his cheeks and pull him down towards you. your lips capture his in a loving kiss. you can feel him smiling on your lips and you reciprocate. you hadn’t realised how much you missed this. how much you missed him. when you pull away your eyes find his again, before you mumble a “hi” back, your smile also evident in your voice.

he places another quick peck to your lips before his hands make their way from your waist to the zip of your coat. he pulls it down and moves behind you to remove your coat and hang it up for you (a small yet meaningful gesture he always insists on doing).

after turning back around he notices your attire and upon realising that you’re still dressed in the clothes you wore for your interview, he speaks, “let’s get you into something more comfortable, yeah?”

you nod and exhale a sigh of relief as he takes your hand to lead you to his room to lend you some clothes and makeup remover. he hands you one of his old shirts and a pair of sweatpants you left at his house from your last visit, leaving you to get changed and wash your face after informing you that he’ll be waiting on the sofa for you, and when you get there, you’re pleasantly surprised.

the lights are off, the living room only being lit by a few candles and the light radiating off the television. the blinds are open displaying the romantic view of the moonlit sky above the vast han river. the sofa is covered with blankets and you can spot two wine glasses and some of your favourite snacks on the coffee table (which after dieting for your comeback is one of the greatest sights to see)

you stop in shock upon seeing what he had done for you, jaw ajar and the hand, which was previously holding your phone to your face, dropping down to your side. you were speechless. and, after not being able to spend any time with him for so long, you were overwhelmed with emotions. a wave of relief, happiness, and love for him washed over you as you finally looked over to him standing by the sofa with a shy smile and tv remote in his hand.

with you still in shock and staring at him with wide eyes, he asks shyly with a slight raise of his eyebrows, “movie night..?”

you practically beam. tears prick your eyes and not out of sadness. no. out of pure appreciation and love for him. you knew you missed him but in this moment it’s like it all hit you at once. you didn’t even realise how much you missed him up until now. so you waste no time and rush into his arms, tucking your head into his shoulder and engulfing him in a hug, to which he immediately hugged you back.

you move your head to look up at him and you can’t believe you’re lucky enough to have him. and suddenly your lost in those eyes again. you always are. you gaze at the vast galaxies in his eyes and then, almost routinely, you glance at his lips again; smooth and glossy, wearing a heart shaped cupids bow, and decorated with a perfectly placed mole. you’ll never get tired of them.

so of course, you lean up to kiss him, lips melting together and dancing in a slow and steady rhythm. he kisses you back with just as much love, pulling you in closer by your waist before his fingers start to trace patterns up and down your clothes back.

you both break apart for air, smiling contentedly, before you speak, only a few inches from his lips,

“i missed you”

his smile widens, “i missed you too”

he takes both your hands in his and leads you round to the sofa. you both flop down, immediately being engulfed by the soft cushions and blankets which he laid down for the two of you. he grabs the aforementioned blanket and covers both of you with it, before wrapping his arms around you and pulling you in, allowing you to rest your head on his chest.

using the remote, he skims through the options on netflix, the two of you settling on a film you both considered a favourite. one you had watched many times together. one you had watched on your very first movie night with him.

you thought back to that night. you were in his arms just like you were now, though, back then, it was all new. you were only just beginning to get used to the feeling of having his arms around you. you weren’t as familiar with the way he kisses you. you had only explored the stars in his eyes a few times and were nervous to let yours flicker to his lips.

now, you were used to his arms around you. in fact, that’s where they usually were when the two of you got some alone time together. now, you were familiar with the way he kisses you. when the two of you kissed, your lips moved with harmony and understanding. and now, you had explored the stars in his eyes countless times and found yours flickering to his lips no matter how hard you tried not to let them.

though, admittedly, even though you’ve grown to know and understand every part of him, what hasn’t changed was how your chest still felt warm and fuzzy when he engulfed you in a hug. how your heart still races when his lips capture yours in a kiss. how you still get lost in the galaxies which are reflected in his eyes, and how yours still look down at his lips each time you’re captured by those familiar stars.

no matter how much time passes and now matter how well you know him, he never fails to have an effect on you. he never stops wrapping his arms around you, kissing you with love, making you get lost in his eyes before yours travel to his lips. never stops giving you the comfort you need after a long day. never fails to make you laugh. never disappoints with the pleasure he gives you. never stops doing the little things that make a big difference. never stops caring about you. never stops loving you.

he never stops being a home that you can come back to. screw the four walls and the furniture. the house didn’t matter. he was your home. and after such a long time, you’re happy to be home at last.

☕️

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[pablitogavii]

Hey i really need another story of gavi as a dad/about to be a dad (family masterlist)

It's the thought that counts, amor

Pablo was struggling so bad right now to make something for breakfast since never in his life has he had to cook for himself. There was always a cafeteria in La Masia and later, his mom always made linch she wanted the whole family to ear together.

When you and Pablo moved to your new apartment, you would always have a meal ready after his trainings and he really appreciated you for it secretly loving your cooking the most. When you got pregnant, he made sure you got your rest and his mom agreed to help with any home work that needs to be done including the cooking cause you can't stand long on your feet.

"Porque es tan complicado! Mierda!" he was cussing himself while trying to crack an egg for the past twenty minutes completely forgetting about the oil un the pan that started to smoke and cause a fire alarm to go off at seven in the morning.

You jumped at the loud sound looking around in fear when you couldn't find Pablo but luckily he was quickly rushing to your side and placing his hand on your stomach helping with the kicks.

"Amor! Shhh it's me..it's your Pablito..I'm right here preciosa. Everything is fine, I promise!" he was consulting you while the alarm was still basting all around you. When the smoke vanished through the window he opened, the sound stopped finally and you were both relieved.

"What happened!?" you said sitting up and drinking some water trying to calm yourself down while Pablo looked at you nervously while scratching the back of his head.

"You're doing it again Pablito..." you say after putting down the bottle of water on your nightstand.

"Doing what amor?" he asked acting dumb but you both knew what's up.

"Scratching your head when you do something bad. What happened out there???" you asked and he chuckled that you knew him that well already.

"I tried to surprise you...and..um well, why don't you come see it for yourself?" he said taking your hand as you both walked to the kitchen where was the biggest mess you ever saw. Untracked eggs on the counter, half burnt pan on the stove and cups of water all over as he tried to stop the flame.

"Amor..." you said shocked at what he menage to do in less that half an hour. You are definitely forbidding him from ever entering your kitchen again!

"I'm sorry! So sorry amor! I wanted to make you cute breakfast in bed...to surprise you cause you always cook for me..but I never knew it's so hard! Are you mad at me???" he asked pouting and you sighed walking up to him and holding his face while making him look at you instead of the mess.

"Tu eres tan mono Pablito!" you say with a smile and he blushed shyly leaning down to capture your lips glad you were not yelling angrily at him right now.

"But let's make a promise right now, bueno? I do the cooking and the next time you want to surprise me with a breakfast in bed, just order it from a bakery downstairs, vale amor??" you say starting to giggle and he nodded wishing he came up with that idea from the beginning. You were his smart girl always!!!

"I can try to make you coffee if you'd like princesa?" he said wanting to do at least something but you quickly pulled him back thinking it was probably a bad idea to leave him in the kitchen alone again.

"Just come back to bed and give me cuddles, vale?" you giggle and he nods grabbing you things and your legs wrapped around his waist as he carried you back to bed.

"I'm sorry the surprise didn't turn out good amor..." Pablo spoke while cuddling with you and playing with your hair as you checked your phone.

"It's the thought that counts, amor" you answer looking up with a smile and he nodded also smiling before kissing your lips lovingly.

Hope you liked it! <333

[yunaisky]

Andy Postman remake

Bio for him:

•Andy Postman

•he/him

•24 y/o

•Birthday April 11th

•The place of origin is the Netherlands/Dutch

•favorite animal cat, bird, duck and penguin

•He scared at spider cause have a arachnophobia

•have second job as waiter on cafe on Friday through Sunday

•ambivert, it's canon he a ambivert postman >:D

•have a real name: Andy Vinke

About him:

His birthday🎂

Coffee day/second job

Valentine postman

Something to tell you

Creator Andy Postman

[trashbag-baby666]

Karaoke in Gales basement HC’s!!!!

MOTA Masterlist!

•Guys let’s be fr it’s Johns idea to do karaoke one night at Gales.

•All the guys are there and Sandra.

•When John stood up and announced he wanted to do karaoke there were groans across the room and everyone was eyeing Gale

•Except for Quinn silly ahhh freshman was like ‘I love karaoke!!!’

•So now John has out Gales sisters Barbie karaoke microphone and he’s got the karaoke going on YouTube.

•Johns actually giving a performance for everyone to Anaconda by Nicki

•When he starts twerking Curt boos at him and Hambone throws a pillow at him

•John makes Curt go next.

•Curt is fr just sitting on the couch mono tone singing Murder On The Dance Floor (it’s his favorite song okay)

•The microphone gets passed to Hambone and him, Dougie, and Brady do a rendition of Sicko Mode

•When it’s Gales turn let’s be fr he’s singing I Will by Mitski

•Croz and Bubbles do a duet to Girls Just Wanna Have Fun

•They finally let Quinn go and he picks Poker Face which is fucking hilarious in my opinion

•Quinn makes Bailey go but Bailey sings with his silly ahhh accent to Before He Cheats

•John begs to go again let’s be so fr guys

•He sings She Wolf are you kidding me

•Gale is smiling and shaking his head as John is standing on the coffee table howling

•At this point Meatball has joined the party and he’s sitting on Bennys lap howling

•Benny and Meatball are besties are you kidding me

[tokillamockingbird427]

Trans Man Rorke headcanons [with some headcanons trans headcanons for Keegan and Neptune mixed in] (this is a but long)

Scared the ever loving shit out of Elias the first time he almost keld over from a painful menstruation cramp

Stocks Chocolate, painkillers, and heating pads in his office

Doesn't bother hiding his top surgery scars, most of the guys thought that he just got into a really weird fight until he explained that they were from a surgery he had in his mid twenties

He came out at the diner table when elias was talking about combing two types of cars together and said “I just don't know where i'm going to put the tranny*” [*he's talking about the transmission] and Gabriel replied, “I’d put the tr*nny in the driver's seat” whilst pointing at himself, cue Elias being horrified and rapidly apologising

He then proceeded to lecture Elias and the rest of the guys over the use of words that double as slurs

Both Keegan and Neptune came out to him later that night [Keegan's FTM and Neptunes FTMTNB]

Rorke immediately lectured Keegan on using unsafe binding materials [ace bandages] and lectured both of them for working out whilst binding. He also took the shopping for binders and packers, and taught them how to use KT tape as an alternative to a binder.

He also offered to pay for ant surgeries the wanted

Neptune took up his offer for top surgery

Keegan, meanwhile, blue screened [poor thing is scared of surgery.][okay it may be more of a fear of being alone+unconscious around a group of people he doesn't know that well]

Gabriel assured him that he doesn't need to have any type of surgery if doesn't what to, and that not having them doesn't make him less valid as a trans man

To this day Keegan still has his tits

He started stocking pads and tampons in his office after this conversation

Rorke also made sure that they both had access to a different set of showers then the rest of the guys

And he double checked that they both had a safe place to live

He wound up putting aside some rooms in his house for them

Keegan wound up moving in with him and Neptune tends to stay over randomly

After Gabriel ‘died’ they found out he had left the house to them and they live together now

Gabriel got a *bit* protective over them as well

He also made sure that they could always have access to their testosterone injections

On that note, Gabriel himself prefers to use a gel testosterone

Gabriel shaves his head for gender confirmation reasons

He originally didn't want to get top surgery, he drank a lot of coffee [which helps shrink breast tissue apparently] and did a lot of weight lifting when he was a teenager in order to build up pectoral muscles, and the combo of those gave him a very masculine presenting chest. He only got the double mastectomy after his mother died from breast cancer, mostly out of fear that he'd develope it as well [he will literally never tell anyone this].

Keegan and Neptune often catch them self looking out for David the same way Gabriel looked out for them

🐺

Trans Neptune truthers, join me, we will conquer the world! ...Or maybe just the fandom. That's more manageable.

I like to think there was zero warning sign before he keeled over so one second Elias is babbling in his ear about supplies and the next Rorke is half collapsed on the floor convincing Elias for a good moment that he just bored his Captain to death.

Merrick simply assumed he got into a weirdly targeted knife fight until Rorke explained.

NOT THE TRANSMISSION

Mf just immediately adopts them. They had no chance.

I gotta see what this mf's house looks like, I always figured it was on the smaller side because I think of him as the practical type but it'd be real funny if it turned out he lived in a big ass house in the suburbs rather than the cabin in the woods. Has a wild lawn rather than the mono-green-dead bullshit tho. (DEATH to plain ass lawns with zero biodiversity.)

He's a HEN! Broody. Hah.

Aw, every time I make fun of him for being bald one of you come in and give me a reason to feel bad about it. Alright Rorke. You get away with it in this scenario.

Oooooo, a secret to take to the grave. Interesting.

Don't let Rorke find out Hesh is trans he might swap Logan for him seeing as he was so quick to grab Neptune+Keegan up

[profoundbondfanfic]

Because we all need some sweetness in our lives and who is Dean without some delicious pie? Especially when said pie comes with a side of Castiel. Here’s some Destiel bakery aus🥧

–All fic links go to our tagged reviews–

Cupcakes and Kittens by MandalaRose [Explicit, 73k words]

Dean Winchester is not a cat guy. But one softhearted Sasquatch brother and a mad dash to the pet store later, Dean somehow finds himself the sole caregiver for an abandoned baby kitten. It’s a good thing that quirky pet store girl gave him the Twitter handle for her cat rescue buddy, CJ. Dean doesn’t know about the kitten, but he sure as hell could use some rescuing right about now. Castiel Novak is not a baker. But one interfering best friend and some dismal Yelp reviews for his brother’s coffee shop later, Castiel somehow finds himself standing in front of a cook top in his very first baking class, his non-existent baking aspirations literally going up in smoke around him. It’s a good thing his gorgeous, green-eyed classmate is there to rescue him…

Just a Little Sweeter by Malmuses [Teen, 8k words]

Sam is usually on farmer’s market duty for Two Brothers’ Bakery, leaving Dean to run the store. When Sam gets the flu, Dean steps in and takes over their stall for the day, finally getting a good look at the town’s flourishing artisan market. He expected a lot of vegetables and snotty-looking juice. What he didn’t expect was a blue-eyed honey seller and his barefoot, slightly-too-honest kid.

Kiss the Baker by Ltleflrt [Explicit, 113k words]

Jo is pregnant and craving something a little bit unusual. When she sends Dean on a mission to find her some chocolate cake donuts with bacon sprinkles, he’s sure that he’ll fail. Luckily his partner Benny comes to his rescue and introduces him to a quirky little bakery that sells all kinds of weird (and delicious!) baked goods. And they do special orders! Dean finds excuses to keep going back, and Castiel finds excuses to keep giving him special treats.

Morning Glory by edgarallanrose [Explicit, 26k words]

Dean can no longer hunt, Cas has gone from Warrior of God to beekeeper, and Sam has left home. Taking place two years after the Season 12 finale, Dean and Cas have to learn what it means to be themselves, and who they are meant to be to each other, without the threat of an impending apocalypse hanging over their heads.

Paradise Found by Whiskyboys [Explicit, 40k words]

Milton’s Paradise Found: a secluded resort for single alphas and omegas searching for that special someone. A tranquil romantic setting where connections can be made and true love can blossom. Dean isn’t looking for that special anyone. He’s sworn off relationships since he found his girlfriend riding an alpha in their bed. But he can hardly say no when Sam ambushes him and sends him off on an all-inclusive, fully-paid vacation. At least there’s a pretty waiter he can ogle while he tries to find an alpha he doesn’t want to punch in the face. Cas is helping out at his family’s resort while he tries to find inspiration for his next trashy romantic novel. Between attempting to kickstart his muse, covering for the mono-plagued waitstaff, and ensuring his brother doesn’t kill their increasingly dithering father, he has his hands full. Then he meets the green-eyed, foul-mouthed, plaid-wearing omega of his dreams. It’s love at first sight. Unfortunately, Dean doesn’t seem to realize it.

Pies and Prejudice by linoresearch [Explicit, 97k words]

Dean didn’t even want to enter this damn competition. He was happy with his life, more or less. It might not look like much from the outside, or to a younger brother headed towards a big time law career, but it wasn’t so bad that Dean needed to scrabble around for any opportunity to make a change – particularly not one as stupid as this. He’s going to throttle Sam the next time he sees him, for getting him involved in this ridiculous Bake-Off TV show. It’s bad enough that Dean has to cook in front of people he doesn’t know; he now has to go through the humiliation of being judged on it too. Its humiliation piled on humiliation, and to make matters worse Dean has to play nice with all the other suckers involved, like that rich dick-bag Castiel Novak. God, he hates that guy, and he hates that someone so awful has such a frustratingly fine ass.

Sparks by vipjuly [Explicit, 21k words]

The creepy house on the corner has been abandoned for years, everyone says. It’s ramshackle and decrepit, the yard overgrown, the wrought iron fence bent and broken in some places. The adults in the neighborhood have asked the city to do something about that eyesore for so long, but the city insists that someone is paying property taxes on the house, therefore they cannot do anything about it. So, everyone ignores it and pretends it doesn’t exist. They definitely don’t go anywhere near it, either. Dean, though. Dean is drawn to it as if by gravity. Little by little, Dean repairs what he can. The monster inside the house ain’t so bad, either. Y'know. For a monster.

The Way to a Man’s Heart is Through Chlamydia by violue [Explicit, 89k words]

Dean doesn’t expect to see his one night stand again, but then again he also doesn’t expect to find out he has an STD. Sometimes life is hilarious like that.

[the-queen-and-the-king]

4-Something to say

Summary: Emily has spent the night with Aaron and wake up alone in his bed. He's not that far but has no clue of what's going on in Emily's head.

Characters: Aaron Hotchner x Emily Prentiss (+ Jack)

Contents: mostly fluff and a small part of explicit smut (oral sex, f receiving). MINORS DNI/NSFW.

This text is a part of a "What if?" self-challenge named: Seven days only. The pitch is: "What if Aaron discovered all by himself that Emily was sent to France when she was under witness protection and decided to tell her the truth about his feelings for her?" I limited myself to seven texts for this AU in a nutshell. Hope you'll like it. :)

PS : English is not my mother language so they are necessarily mistakes. Sorry about that.

___

When Emily opened her eyes the next morning, she was alone in bed. Tending her ear, she heard the sound of dishes being displaced nearby, and a high-pitched voice seemed to have a conversation with itself. Father and son had breakfast together while waiting for Sleeping Beauty to join them. She smiled, enjoying this family sweetness she'd never really known, her mother leaving home long before her alarm clock went off. Her lover and this kid who adored her were sharing a moment of complicity just a stone's throw away, and the idea that this situation could become her daily routine crossed her mind and warmed her heart.

During the night, she and Aaron had made love twice. Almost immediately after their first reunion, then they had fallen asleep for a handful of hours before getting on a ride again. Enjoyable romps that left them panting and sweaty, but that brought them all the bliss they had expected. Morpheus’ arms had then drawn them in until this moment for her. A hint of excitement rose in her when she saw herself undulating on her partner's hips, but a flash of lightning dispelled this delicious sensation. She thought about her true mission and a vise closed around her chest. Because, yes, she hadn't lied to Jessica: she really did have something to say to the agency director.

Where? When? How? These were her biggest questions. It was already not a trivial subject to broach, and even less so after what she'd learned about him during his stay in France. She'd rehearsed a list of arguments in her head hundreds and hundreds of times but wasn't sure they'd hit the mark. Aaron was a complex person, who quickly became anxious while hiding it behind a mono-expressive face. He hadn't had the easiest of lives, and for the most part he'd faced everything alone, hiding his pain and suffering under an impeccable suit or a facade smile. To top it all off, he had low self-esteem, which didn't help matters. But he was also a being gifted with excessive empathy, overflowing generosity, a tenderness to match his build and a surprising sense of humor that she found hard to resist. It was for all these reasons that she walked on eggshells to make her announcement. The idea of losing everything was crushing her insides.

She sighed and got up. Jack's little head immediately swiveled in her direction. He didn't seem surprised to see her still there, even though she'd never expressed any intention of staying. She met the owner's gaze and realized that he had warned his son of her presence. Delicate attention on his part, saving her the trouble of having to find an excuse when she jumped out of bed. She thanked him in thought, repressing her desire to grace him with a kiss under the cherub's nose. He offered her toast and jam before she was even seated, then praised his aunt's pancakes, not without scratching his sire's in the process. The couple shared an amused expression as they recalled their cooking sessions across the Atlantic, one of which had ended without any clothes, on a floured worktop that had resisted their passionate embrace. Emily diverted her attention from this erotic memory to answer the little boy and accept the glassful of coffee offered by Aaron.

“Are you staying with us today? Jack questioned, crumbs on his cheeks. We’ve got lots of great stuff planned!”

“Uh…”

“Jack, grown-ups often have a lot on their plate, you know, his father reminded him without raising his voice. Emily has just returned from a long trip, so she probably has some paperwork to catch up on.”

Disappointment flashed across the toddler's round face. In any other context, she would have given him a hug right away to comfort him, but at this hour, it was inappropriate. But she found a way around.

“Well, yes, I've got things to do, but I think it can wait until tomorrow.”

“Really?” exclaimed the child, delighted.

On the other side of the table, his father stared at the young woman with sincere confusion. She smiled, confirmed her ambition to stay with them and gasped when Jack abruptly raised his arms in the air, shouting. He repeated countless times how happy he was, waddling in his chair, before Aaron encouraged him to go brush his teeth and get dressed. Once the mini-Hotchner was out of sight, the giant copy moved on to the interrogation. She understood his circumspection, but cut short his desire to know more by counter-attacking:

“Don’t you want to spend more time with me?”

He hesitated to answer, puzzled by what she was hiding, but his desire for her won the day. She had something to tell him, but now wasn't the time. Aaron leaned over to kiss her, and she did the same, when a thunderous call from the bedroom stopped them dead in their tracks.

“What?” replied his father, maintaining his position.

“Can’t find my second sock!”

The federal agent rolled his eyes and Emily's smile widened. Vanquished, the titan joined the bottom-drawer explorer, leaving his guest alone. The latter couldn't help noticing that a human's vocal power was in no way proportional to their size.

The first activity, which occupied the whole morning and early afternoon, was a visit to a local museum where a temporary exhibition on dinosaurs had been on display for a week. Aaron quickly explained that his son had insisted on going with him and no one else. And Emily regretted for a moment that he'd granted her the favor of coming too. The building was overrun by hordes of miniature humans, who put their dirty hands everywhere, ran around and let out shrill cries for no apparent reason. Suddenly, she understood better why her companion wasn't rushing off to go on school outings. As they had to squeeze to access a display unit, he took the opportunity to whisper an apology in her ear. She reassured him by discreetly slipping a hand under his polo shirt. She only had time to feel his skin burning under her fingers before Jack turned his gaze towards them. Never has she so quickly reclaimed her property.

The boy noticed nothing and led them from one end of the theropod hall to the other, following a totally random route and returning several times to the spots he liked best. He completed his playbook with astonishing diligence, listening attentively to the words of his ascendant, whose main role had been limited to reading the signs. Emily had been asked to carry his backpack, and she regularly lost herself in the contemplation of this pair that terrible circumstances had brought together. Aaron, so untactful with the members of his team, would easily take Jack in his arms, to talk to him, and would often place kisses on his forehead when he was doing something right. She also discovered him more relaxed, more smiling, more able to ignore the lack of discipline and rigor of those studious, but oh so messy, hours. He certainly wouldn't have allowed such a mess on an investigation, even though he could sometimes be very lax with his men on certain points. And she was happy to witness it, notwithstanding the fact that she would have liked to be more a part of their little universe.

They had lunch in town, not far from their next destination, in a restaurant where most of the customers were adults. Emily almost thought she heard her eardrums say, "thank you". Aaron and Jack sat down side by side so that the former could help the latter carve his meat. She chose to sit opposite the older of the two. On the one hand, to avoid the little boy's inopportune kicks – he swung his legs all the more energetically as he enjoyed his meal – and, on the other, to renew some contact with her lover, taking advantage of the fact that the table concealed her gestures from the youngster's inquisitive gaze. The former prosecutor stiffened over his offspring's plate when he felt his neighbor's toes slip between his sock and jeans. She smiled mischievously and he let her, resuming his task as his descendant pointed out that he hadn't finished. They spent an hour with their legs intertwined, staring at each other, and pretending to listen to Jack's chirping. No doubt if someone else had been with them to keep an eye on the little one, they'd have snuck off to the bathroom to frantically merge. But it was just the two of them, so they gave up on this very pleasant project.

They then moved on to the kindergarten next door, where the youngster was spoilt for choice. Once again, the place was crowded with children galloping around, gesticulating energetically, and talking far too loudly. However, if she wanted to take things further with Aaron, she'd have to get used to this kind of noisy, hectic activity. If she wanted to keep the man, she had to take the son with him. He climbed the slide in every possible direction before setting his sights on the swings, the turnstile, and the rock-climbing wall. Then, from the cabin of the grounded boat, he spotted a nearby merry-go-round and demanded to be taken there. And the adult duo obeyed, both enjoying the look of happiness on the toddler's face. The young woman lost her smile, however, when the giant said:

“Could you look after him for a moment? Just long enough for me to get him an ice cream,” he explained.

Panic seized her.

“What… am I supposed to do?” she asked, suddenly terrified.

“Not so much. You stand in line with him, pay for his seat, then walk him to wherever he wants and help him climb on. Except if he can do it alone. And you tie him up before coming down.”

He'd told her this in a bantering tone, as if it were an ordinary activity for everyone. Yet she saw every moment when she could fail. But she also remembered who had just said those words and realized that he had surely imagined all these pitfalls a hundredfold before she did. In fact, if he spoke to her about it with such simplicity, it was proof that it was not that hard. He smiled and brushed her forearm to reassure her. Her heart leapt in her chest, but fear had nothing to do with it. He then turned to Jack to warn him of his momentary disappearance and left them as planned. The ice-cream seller was nowhere in sight from where they stood, and Emily soon felt helpless. Except that a small hand slipped into hers and big brown eyes met hers. A benevolent smile stretched from ear to ear on the boy’s face, bringing her a surprising sense of peace. And to think Aaron doubted his kinship with him…

They then did everything the agency manager had said, and the carousel set off again, taking its passengers on an enchanted ride for a few minutes. A palm suddenly came to rest on the small of her back and she flinched.

“Everything’s fine?” asked Aaron, standing next to her.

“… Yes, she said, hoping he didn't see the vein in her neck throbbing vigorously. You… Weren’t you supposed to buy an ice cream?”

His hands were empty.

“Yes, but he’s overworked. He took my order, so we'll pick them up when Jack finishes his turn.”

“Them?”

“Yes. One for him, one for me, and one for you.”

A wave of heat swept over her ribcage.

“But… I didn’t tell you what I want.”

“I took the initiative. I only hope I didn’t make a mistake.”

Her cheeks felt like they were on fire, which didn't get any better when his fingers brushed hers. She reflexively unfurled them before remembering that there were people around them. She struggled to get a reply out.

“I… I can’t wait.”

As if afraid of embarrassing her further, he stopped staring at her and turned to the merry-go-round.

“Where is he?”

“On the dragon,” she revealed, relieved by this decision.

A little more and she wasn’t sure to control herself anymore.

“Ah, yes, he likes that one a lot.”

Jack passed by just then, and the two profilers greeted him in unison.

“Excuse-me for all this, he said, serious again. It may be a little bit too much for you.”

“It's true that there were a lot fewer children in my house, she quipped, trying to defuse the situation. But don’t worry, I’ll get over it.”

“Are you sure? I… I understand if you need to isolate yourself for a few moments.”

“Everything is fine, Aaron. Besides, if I'm going to build something with you, I might as well get used to it right away.”

He watched her for a long time without saying a word. She saw a whole range of emotions pass through his eyes, from confusion to admiration, passing through surprise, and ending with a feeling powerful enough to bring tears to his eyes.

“You want to kiss me,” she guessed, a little provocatively.

“You too,” he reacted, regaining his composure.

He had hit the bull’s-eye. Like always. Yes, she wanted to taste his lips like never before, but that was impossible with Jack around. The father discreetly suggested an alternative and she gave in, banking on the fact that the security barrier would hide their entwined phalanges.

After eating their ice cream – the flavor Aaron had chosen for her was perfect – they took the little boy to other attractions before it was time to go home. As if he'd read her mind, her lover suggested to dine on pizzas ordered in the neighborhood, so as to shorten the meal and move more quickly on to the next thing. In his pajamas, teeth brushed, Jack snuggles up to his father's chest to watch his movie. Emily leered several times in their direction, somewhat jealous that she couldn't do the same. He emanated a gentle warmth from his chest that made her forget all her anxieties, and she had caught herself dozing several times at his touch when they were there, in their den. A soothing effect which, combined with all the energy expended by the kid during the day, took him to dreamland even before the half-hour mark of the cartoon had passed.

With the child in his bed, the couple returned to theirs. She still had something to say to Aaron, but felt she'd waited too long for this moment to risk it running away. Mouth to mouth, they frantically undressed, every inch of uncovered skin amplifying their excitement. He tossed her bra away and his lips left hers to roam down her neck, surfing her sternum before attacking one of her breasts. He engulfed her nipple while she caressed his shoulders, neck, and upper back. He still had the scars of the previous day's scratches, which she was proud of because it meant that her nails had grown long enough to allow her this kind of exaction. Thanks to him and the confidence he instilled in her.

Nevertheless, it was another sensation that gripped her as he ventured onto her belly, navel, and the edge of her panties. Gently, he slid it down to her toes and throw it behind him without paying attention. He was now focused on what it was protecting, and Emily flinched when his mouth landed on her brown fleece. Once, twice, then the tip of his tongue grazed her clit. She vibrated with a jolt of satisfaction. He then left her pubic area to kiss her intimate lips. They naturally moved aside to give way to the right thing, but Aaron denied them what they were hoping for, offering them the agility of a completely different appendage. With surgical precision, he strode over the contours of these erogenous zones, touching, licking, and sucking everything he could.

Overwhelmed by the waves of pleasure ravaging her body and mind, Emily grabbed the nearest pillow and placed it against her face to muffle her orgasmic wails and fevered exclamations. The two rooms adjoined each other, and the walls weren't thick enough. She didn't want to wake Jack, just as she didn't want Aaron to stop. It was way too good! In France, she gave free rein to her vocals. Here, she had no option but to scream into this mass of cotton and feathers.

Her open legs now vibrated with every lick. The little fireplace that had been crackling inside her all day was now a blazing inferno that was destroying the walls that were supposed to hold it back. One of them fell, sending a shockwave through her entire torso. It was the beginning of the end. A second one collapsed and she whimpered without discretion. A third and a fourth followed, accompanied by uncontrolled moans from her. Then, one by one, all the others collapsed at an exponential rate, and she pronounced her lover's name with each impact. Until the last one, which silenced her, trembling from head to toe.

“Come inside me,” she ordered Aaron as he reappeared in her field of vision.

“Really?” he raised an eyebrow as he caught a glimpse of his companion's shuddering ecstasy.

Her mind may have been clouded by the endorphins coursing through her veins, but she could clearly feel his erection along her thigh.

“Yes, she assured him in a breath. Please.”

He kissed her then inserted himself inside her, pushing back the walls of her mucous membranes swollen by the orgasm she'd just experienced. It only took a few back-and-forth movements to relieve himself inside her, and a second salvo of pleasure hormones pleasantly greeted her. She held him against her as long as she could, then allowed him to withdraw, even though it twisted her insides. Their shoulders were touching, but she felt he was too far away. It was when they merged that she finally felt whole. But Nature had seen to it that this was only temporary, surely to encourage them to do it again and again. Until…

“Aaron, there's something I have to tell you,” she stammered, her voice croaking more than she would have liked.

“So you actually had something to tell me,” he retorted, amused.

“Aaron, this isn't easy, so please try not to interrupt.”

“… Okay. Go on.”

She took a deep breath, exhaled deeply, replayed her entire presentation in her head and jumped in.

“I… I’m pregnant.”

He widened his eyes, smiled, and gave a brief laugh.

“You can't know that quickly, it's impossible,” he declared doubtfully.

“It's not from today or anything we did yesterday, silly. I… I’m three-month-old pregnant.”

She saw him turn pale, and his eyebrows furrowed as he understood the origin of the situation.

“I’m sorry, she went on, sincerely. I… With your arrival, I… I forgot to take my pill and… I didn't take it again right after you left.”

“No, no, do… don’t apologize. I… I’m the one who should have taken precautions.”

“How? By packing lots of boxes of condoms in your suitcase? I remind you that you didn't even know what you were going to say yet.”

At least, that's what he'd told her when she'd asked him if he'd really planned to kiss her on the spot the way he had. The truth was, he'd improvised when his brain deserted the battlefield when he saw her appear.

“We could have bought some,” he argued seriously.

“It's true, but we didn't and... the result is there.”

He bit his lip and stopped looking at her, staring at the ceiling instead. She realized he was withdrawing into himself and grabbed his shoulder to force him to listen.

“Aaron, I know you never wanted to have children because of the context in which you grew up...”

Between a flighty, manipulative, and sometimes violent father, and a passive, submissive mother who had always preferred her husband and second son to him, he felt he didn't have the keys in hand to start a family.

“… But I've seen how you act with Jack all day and I've seen how he looks at you. He loves you, he adores you, he worships you.”

“I’m never there for him.”

“Yet he has total confidence in you, which he would never have if you were as bad a father as you think.”

He didn't answer, continuing his observation of the ceiling. She noticed the way his eyes sparkled and the tears that stagnated at the edge of his eyelids. He was touched by her words, but probably didn't know what to do with them. He turned his head towards her and, in a quivering voice and still without meeting her gaze, questioned:

“What are you going to do?”

“Well, to be honest, I never thought I'd be a mother. Between my unconvincing childhood and all the disadvantages of our profession, I... I'd made up my mind that it obviously wasn't for me.”

Not to mention her lack of ease with kids, her natural impatience, and her independent spirit that craves freedom.

“But... when I understood what was happening to me and realized what it meant, I told myself it was exactly what I wanted.”

“What?”

“Aaron, I don’t want children, I want your children. I don't just want to be a mother, I want to be the mother of the children I would have made with you, and you alone. I want to carry, give birth to, and raise children who will have half your DNA.”

He now stared at her like an animal caught in the headlights of a car at night. He couldn't have been more flabbergasted if she'd slapped him. Instead, she stroked his cheek to bring him back into the real world.

“I don't want to be just a booty call, Aaron. I want to build my whole life with you. Do you get that?”

He nodded and a shy smile stretched his lips again. He placed his hand on hers and moved it between them to intertwine his fingers with hers.

“I know this is hard news to take in, but I'm sure you'll be a perfect father to them.”

As she'd expected, he flinched, surely thinking that his hearing had failed.

“Them?”

She smiled and turned to retrieve the ultrasound scan she had hidden in the nightstand drawer in anticipation of this moment. Then she resumed her seat and handed him the picture. The two clear circles, facing each other, were clearly visible and left no room for misinterpretation. Mouth ajar, he scanned the image without saying a word. Since she didn't know whether he was simply stunned – which she would obviously have understood – or distraught, frightened or dismayed, she added:

“And they're not the same age. They’re three days apart.”

“Hyper-fertility,” he said, coming back to himself.

“What?” she croaked, caught off guard.

“It's a rare phenomenon that causes a second ovulation two or three days after the first and can result in a heterozygous twin pregnancy with fetuses of different ages.”

The abundance of technical terms reminded her of the youngest member of the team, who regularly spouted off his knowledge without any prompting from them. As far as Aaron was concerned, she equated this sudden logorrhea with a way of moderating his anxiety. However, since this corresponded to what the gynecologist had explained to her, she retorted instead:

“How do you know that?”

“I saw a documentary on twins one night when I couldn't sleep. Very interesting by the way.”

Emily's mouth widened again as she heard him speak like this. He was relaxing. The idea made its way through the convolutions in his brain and, little by little, he accepted all that this black-and-white snapshot implied. He was completing the same mental journey she had taken two months earlier, and without having to worry, as she had, about the possibility of participating in this solo adventure. His brown irises once again observed these unlikely shapes and he burst out laughing. A more unusual event than the double ovulation that turned their lives upside down. Indeed, until he came to declare his love for her in France, she had never heard him laugh. Smiling, blowing through the nose, yes; but laughing, no. And just as on that day, a gentle warmth enveloped her as it rang in her ears. It was such beautiful music, made all the more magical by the fact that it was reserved for just a few initiates. Including her. And she hoped, their children soon.

She smiled with such force that her cheeks ached, and a tear rolled down her chin. Her neighbor's mirth subsided immediately, and, with his thumb, he chased away the next pearl that had begun its journey. Then he brought his face close to hers, until their foreheads touched, and said:

“I love you, Emily.”

“I love you too, Aaron.”

And they kissed for a long time, tenderly and serenely.

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And here we go! /o/

For those who don't know me yet, I've got a thing for twins. It's a phenomenon that fascinates me a lot. So, everytime I can, I add twins to my works. XD

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Blades 2 Inside Choices Blog: Blades of Light and Shadow 2

We’re so happy to be back in action with the gang we know and love! Where does Blades of Light and Shadow 2 pick up after the first book’s ending?

Emi: I will say that we don't pick up where you're expecting. 

Kathleen: Unless you were expecting to get hucked out the back of the plot truck and onto the action highway at 80mph. (Fury Road theme plays)

Lil: (is overtaken by the Two Towers theme)

Emi: But rest assured, our original four love interests are back and dealing with their own challenges. 

Lil: And they’re definitely going to need help with those challenges whether you’re romancing them or not. Though we support all variations of ‘mancers here. Mono-, multi-, and necro- . 

Emi: Also they get some new looks that can best be described as "sleeves are B.S."

Jay: Don’t forget “badass pirate coat important”.

What kind of new main characters will we meet in the sequel? Or perhaps, any new love interests?

Jay: There is a strange but familiar hooded figure…whose hotness level was of great discussion.

Lil: He’s very constructive with his feedback. And a monster from Book 1 returns, but not in a way you expect. 

Emi: I think we all know I'm obsessed with Valax. I mean, she's a badass purple lady who only has one sleeve. Obviously that makes her my wife.

Tom: EMI YOU HAVE TOO MANY WIVES!!!

Kathleen: Idk I'm still mad that hot scorpion lady didn't win the monster contest.

Lil: Sky whale supremacy how dare. 

Kathleen: Okay I am excited about the dwarves and goblins though. New dwarf friend is just A+ chaos babe and I love her.

Emi: Honestly though, my fave character is the one who's "head empty, no thoughts, falls over a lot."

Making this sequel has been a labor of love. Does the book team have any must-tell stories/bloopers during production?

Jay: There was an accidental floating dwarf? And too many battles with code. Writers, please don’t do it to me again. I cannot take it. The while loop will win.

Kathleen: During one of my editorial passes I had to give Emi a note like "Okay when we first meet the Big Bad maybe we should use that moment to establish that she's really imposing/scary instead of just going off about how hot she is."

Emi: I may have made too many Aerin memes that are now weekly traditions for our team.

Danielle: I was instructed to design a character with “Vision as a hotness bar” as a guide, I ignored them and used Jeff Bridges instead 😏. 

Jay: Danielle also came up with some incredible filenames, my favorite being “tentacle_monster_buff”.

Danielle: It’s accurate, is it not?

Are there any elements that you are particularly proud of?

Tom: The Shadow Realm was fun to make! Think the Upside Down, but more purple. And to make all the awesome new weapons and armor work with the outfits took 150 unique assets! You’re welcome.

Danielle: My first full book!

Lil: The lore guide for Blades was 60 single-spaced pages before we started adding things that came up during active production. I’m really pleased with how much actually ended up being discoverable in the book itself, so be sure to explore every nook and cranny of Morella and beyond! Because they are filled with beauty and chaos. 

Emi: I cannot tell you how many spreadsheets we made to keep track of things. I mean, the outline alone was 100 pages!

Jay: My code built 😭. And that my production planning got it to you a little earlier than y’all had anticipated hehe.

At the end of the first book, we seemed to have wiped out the forces of evil for at least a day or so. What kind of dangers will we face in the second edition?

Lil: Evil never sleeps y’all. It gets its coffee from Aerin. 

Kathleen: (Aerin, walking up to the counter): "I have a large non-fat birthday cake latte with caramel drizzle and four shots of espresso for (squints at label) ...Emile?"

Lil: In all seriousness, you’re really getting it from all sides in this book. There’s rival factions, shifting leadership, societal upheaval, and monsters. So. Many. Monsters. (Thank you for giving us the Shadestalker, by the way. Can’t wait for you to meet the beefy boy.) 

Kathleen: One cool scary thing about book 2 is that THIS TIME, IT'S PERSONAL (like instead of you and your buds racing against bad guys to collect the magic things, you've now got a villain single-mindedly hunting you down so she can steal your <REDACTED> for use in her evil plans).

Emi: Kathleen may have called me out for it but our Big Bad is hot! Both literally and figuratively!

How much do you love QA?

Lil: SO MUCH.

Emi: Pour one out for our poor QA folks who have had to test what is the most complex book we have ever done! You are the real heroes!

Jay: QA peeps are my saviors!! Their work alone cures my anxiety.

Kathleen: Gawd I would be lost without QA my grammar is a disaster

Erin: Everyone on the Blades team is so wonderful to work with. I also tested Book 1, and to be able to contribute to Book 2 means everything to me. It’s absolutely a labor of love.

We know that years of hard work and passion went into this book. What would the Blades team like the readers to take away from this sequel?

Emi: So Kathleen and I actually helped to brainstorm the entire Blades world back when it first came into being, so it felt like coming full circle to be back and expanding it in new and fun ways. I was already in love with all of these characters and they're even closer to my heart now. I can't wait for you all to see what we've come up with!

Jay: Y’all better like it! This book has taken years off my life. *lies down on floor* (But seriously, we’re as excited about Blades 2 as all of you and hope that it brings as much joy to you as it did for us to make. I think the best word to describe the team as we wait for September 1st is giddy.)

Danielle: I hope you like our art :).

Tom: If you don’t, please keep it to yourself, artists are fragile :’} 

Lil: I was one of the few people who was new at Choices when I began working on this book, and it was truly an honor to see this thing come together. These are the minds that brought you The Crown & the Flame, The Cursed Heart, Wake the Dead, and the first Blades. It was amazing to go from watching them work as a fan to taking this epic journey together. 

Kathleen: THE REAL VILLAIN WAS THE IMPERIALISM WE MADE ALONG THE WAY

Lastly, how much does the team love Aerin?

Kathleen: I DON'T love Aerin he KIDNAPPED my WIFE.

Danielle: Which one…

Emi: Aerin is my sweet baby boi with a little dose of evil. He should be protected at all costs but also really needs to go to therapy. I live for the angst of him and Raine though. It's so juicy.

Danielle: Aerin has caused me, personally, a lot of pain.

Lil: Really, one of the fun things about the book is you can decide how much pain Aerin causes you. Unlike us.

Jay: He haunts my dreams and my Wednesdays.

Danielle: Livid and sad and livid and sad

Thank you team for taking us through the fantastical production journey of the Blades of Light and Shadow 2! We can’t wait to dive in and meet up with the gang. Launch day is so close!! 

Thank you, readers, for supporting us and our book teams!

<3 The Choices Community Team

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The Secret Song Series Masterlist

All banners and lines by @awrkive

Summary: Jungkook lost his heart pretty much as soon as he saw Sasha Prazdnikova in Little Bean coffee shop, and hers didn't actually wait much longer. But life as a world-famous idol isn't easy, and life as an idol's girlfriend might be even worse, especially when Sasha already has her own stressful career and her own personal demons from a painful childhood of abuse and trauma. Their love and admiration for each other are clear, but is it enough to hold them together through the years? How can a relationship survive when your love story has to be sung through secret songs?

Idol AU Jungkook x Russian-American OC Includes other members x other OC relationships as well

WHOLE SERIES CW: explicit sex, alcohol, drugs, hard drug use, serious mental health issues, unhealthy coping mechanisms, references to self harm/suicide, references to/healing after child abuse and sex trafficking, anxiety, depression, PTSD, infertility, poverty, queerness and identity, unhealthy past relationships, abusive parents, alcoholism & addiction in loved ones, STDs, pregnancy scare, childbirth complications, harassment (sexual and non-sexual), celebrity scandal, enlistment

Explicit sex over the course of the series includes but is not limited to: first time, oral sex, vaginal sex w/o condoms, anal sex, tons of cum, semi-public sex, public sex, masturbation, marathon sex, explicit photos & videos, failed sex, period sex, drunk sex, porn consumption, hand jobs and fingering, one night stands, sex toys, sex under the influence of drugs and alcohol

This story DOES NOT include: depictions of graphic sexual assault, dub-con, depictions of suicide or self harm, scenes involving underage sex, or graphic excessive violence

Summary: Nothing has been normal for Jungkook since he moved to Seoul to become a trainee as a boy, and yet noticing a beautiful girl in a coffee shop is the most normal thing a young man can do. Asking her out, super normal. Falling in love, totally normal. Everything about Sasha makes him feel normal and important, and yet nothing can ever be truly normal when your relationship has to be secret.

CW: explicit sex, first time sex, virgin Jungkook, mature language, alcohol, references to drug use, past sexual abuse, noona kink, panic attacks, anxiety, PTSD, sexual harassment, physical assault

Read the full story on AO3 - Complete - 536k words

Summary: Tour has ended but life only moves faster as Jungkook prepares for another album and Sasha gets exciting new career opportunities she just can’t say no to. What seems so pure and strong on summer vacation struggles under the onslaught of external pressures, internal demons, and missed connections. How can they ever find stability together when both their lives are so full of churn? And if the currents do tear them apart, how will they find their way back to each other?

AN: The fluff gets fluffier, the angst gets angstier, everyone will suffer, and if you’re looking for a simple idolverse AU, this isn’t it, as mental health issues for both Sasha and Jungkook really take the stage in this story and it's much angstier than Little Bean. But I promise happiness after the storm!

CW: Explicit sex, mature language, depression, anxiety, panic attacks, major angst, terrible decisions, reckless behavior, STDs, drug use, anal sex, semi-public sex, casual sex, oral sex, unprotected sex, unhealthy coping mechanisms, disordered eating, weight talk

Read the whole story on AO3 - Complete - 711k words

Book 3, 4, and 5 still to come...

JJK & SP: The B-Sides

One-shots, drabbles, Tumblr answers, etc that relate to Jungkook and/or Sasha

Read all on AO3 | Read on Tumblr: - Please Tell Me This Isn’t Why You Woke Me Up - I Have Secrets You Don’t Know About - Would you still love me if I was a worm? - JK and the perilla leaf - JK gets a Harley

RM: Mono to Stereo

Vignettes, one shots, notes, drabbles, song lyrics, whatever gets scratched on the notepad of Kim Namjoon's life in a fit of muse. Out of place, out of time, seemingly unconnected, when strung together, they tell the story of a search for purpose, an unearthing of identity, the growth of a man who finds himself suddenly too close to the sun.

There IS an overarching plot but the path is not direct and "chapters" are not in chronological order.

Read all on AO3 | Read on Tumblr: - Camp Hookups - September 2020 - A Breakup - June 2019

V: The Man

One-shots, drabbles, Tumblr answers, etc. that relate to Taehyung in this universe.

Read all on AO3 | Read on Tumblr: - Against A Tree

more to come <3 <3 <3

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Autocorrect Drabble

prompt from Fruity Four discord... just playing around. ==============

Robin: lol we're at work steve got one of those girly drinks from the cafe again someone came in and had to leave their own coffee at the counter think they left and forgot it...

Nancy: Oh no,

Robin: guess which coffee cup steve picked up and was about to drink

Steve: Robin saved me, but now she's making me do all the closing chores alone as payment.

Eddie: drink it!

Nancy: Ew, Eds. :P

Robin: it's black coffee no sugars good luck with that one E

Eddie: driiiiink it what if i date u, huh?

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"What have you done! Robiiiiin, what have you done?"

"Dude I'm counting the till, you made me lose track!"

"Check group chat, Robs."

"Ughhhh." She checked her phone. Her eyebrows shot up. "Huh."

The coffee cup in question was right there still. He's kissed enough people, it wouldn't be that gross would it?

"Hey Robin, whose cup was it again?"

"You know it was a typo."

He continues eyeballing the cup. There's a name written on it. Amy C.

"Pretty sure we went to high school with an Amy C. Can you get mono-"

"Yup." She interrupts without looking up, in the middle of counting a stack of fives for the float.

"Let me finish! Can you get mono from someone's cup if you've already made out with them before?"

"You absolutely can. And I'm not bringing you soup if you get sick from this."

He shoves his phone in her hands, she knows the password.

"'Kay, tell me when you're recording."

Robin grins, sets up the shot, nods. Steve holds the cup's name and order to the camera then walks backwards until he's in frame and chugs it, then makes a face at the bitter taste. He looks back at the camera.

"Once a keg king, always a keg king. So Munson, you a man of your word?" He winks.

They watch it back, Steve giving Robin a dirty look when her laughter is audible in the recording.

"Ok, send it to chat."

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"Hey uhh Eddie what did you say to Steve in chat just earlier?"

"What? You were there, Nance."

"Just go with it." There was no arguing when she crossed her arms and pursed her lips like that. He loved when Nancy got bossy though.

"Uh, I dared him to drink some random's coffee?"

"You sure about that?"

She's got a weird twinkle in her eye. Eddie pulls out his phone, sees the autocorrect and giggles. He starts typing, but so does Steve. A video pops into the chat.

He and Nancy watch the video.

Nancy sends the next reply: a photo of Eddie, bright red. The text underneath reads, "I think you broke him."

[senor-plume]

Alone (with Blonde on Blonde)

I enjoy sitting around as my turntable does its glorious thing

spinning at 33 and a third rotations per minute

and my soul (that grubby little fucker who thinks only of himself) circles my head in the precise time of that metal platter

also, I’m certain that my heart beats in 4/4 time

It kinda feels warm when the tunes are playing

right now with a fine wooden pipe and slippers that could comfort broken glass, I sit.

legs up on the coffee table while my dear old pal, Bob Dylan moans with his harmonica adding such bitter heat to my chest (but I like it, I like it)

his album: Blonde on Blonde cranks out such glory

the needle reads every perfect pop and scratch from within the grooves

this 1966 masterpiece (in all of its mono perfection) feels like the most comfortable cardigan sweater any man would have the pleasure to wear

Side Three

Side Fucking Three

it fits like a completed puzzle in my mind

its reminder of all things from my past while I look forward to all future spins

I swipe the match against the rub and bring flame to the green and purple leaves

exhaling to Obviously 5 Believers

the ceiling fan (that does not spin at 33 and a third) blows the musical notes and marijuana smoke all about the room

it’s a fine evening alone

the lights from the stereo shine like diamonds from the street in front of Café Wha? and I swear I can see better when this album is playing

but now as my cat twirls about my ankles meowing he remarks that he too is loving the sounds emanating from those tempting speakers

he looks at me from the table with a look that says: “nice choice with the tunes, Old Man”

I agree

Wholeheartedly

so now that the final song has been sung and the stylus is cramming deep against the Columbia label I tell the cat that I must (unfortunately) rise to switch the album

so, I take the vinyl off the platter and tuck it back into its envelope (you know, for safe keeping) and carry it to the great collection for storage

until next time

until later

until I get that tasty urge again to spin the album full of integrity and superiority

I crouch among my records (all saddled up against each other… alphabetically, of course) and try to choose a follow up spin

but we all know you cannot do better than Blonde on Blonde (you may disagree with me but you’ll never change my mind) so I extend to normal size and rubbing my eyelids I hightail it out of the room

and I stand in the living room like a lost monk

smiling

[januarysneverseensomuchrain]

Rollin' Rain and Hard Thunder - A Compilation Film by Swingin' Pig from Swingin' Pig (alternate account) on Vimeo.

PLEASE READ:

Here it is. I spent about a month editing this video together. I ripped the footage from a bootlegged tape of "Renaldo & Clara," a 1978 film that was edited by Howard Alk and Bob Dylan himself. Some snippets are from Martin Scorsese's incredible Netflix documentary "Rolling Thunder Revue: A Bob Dylan Story." If you'd like to see "A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall" and "One More Cup of Coffee" (both of which are in this compilation) in 4K quality, do yourself a favor and watch it. There are other incredible performances in it that weren't in "Renaldo & Clara."

Anyway, as I was saying, this footage is from a source tape and some of the best quality versions that are available at the moment. Someday these performances will be rescanned, restored and released, but for now, this is what I have to work with visually. I did my best to correct the faded colors, correct the lighting, and sharpen the image a bit, but please realize that this was recorded from a television broadcast in the 1970s, and unaltered since then, so the images won't be perfect.

The audio is a different story, luckily. It took a long time to do, but I successfully overdubbed all of the original low-quality audio (it had a lot of hiss and was broadcasted in mono) with the soundboard recordings released on the Rolling Thunder Boxset. This took longer than I had expected because the footage and audio were sped up in the bootleg tape. But I eventually calculated the difference in speed and was able to synchronize them.

So, please enjoy this labor of love! Below is somewhat of a setlist and some of my personal thoughts on "standout" performances in this video.

CHAPTERS: 0:07 - It Ain't Me, Babe 5:26 - It Takes A Lot to Laugh, It Takes a Train to Cry [Excellent, rocking version] 8:32 - Fascinating historical commentary by David Blue 9:20 - A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall [released on YouTube and on Netflix's "Rolling Thunder Revue" documentary] 14:15 - Romance in Durango 19:05 - Isis [Incredible performance, superior to the one in the documentary. His voice is sheer power and cuts like a knife. I dare say it's Dylan's best-filmed performance of the tour. The way he moves his arms and hands makes you feel like you're looking into another dimension] 24:20 - Never Let Me Go [feat. Joan Baez] 27:05 - Interesting footage of the revue visiting Niagra Falls 27:32 - One More Cup of Coffee (Valley Below) [released on YouTube and on Netflix's "Rolling Thunder Revue" documentary] 31:35 - Sara [Gorgeous version with some beautiful footage I edited together in the beginning. The verse starting at 34:54 has incredible enunciation] 36:21 - Just Like a Woman [This is my favorite version of the song. Just watch listen to the whole thing, uninterrupted. It's just phenomenal. The bridge ("It was raining from the first") is some of the strongest singing I've ever heard from Dylan and then in the subsequent verse, he abruptly drops into this sweet tone. Just phenomenal] 40:32 - Knockin' On Heaven's Door [Beautiful version, superior to the one released in the Netflix documentary. The instrumental at 42:56 gives me chills] 44:35 - An emotional and cathartic ending.

Enjoy this gem while you can!

[likesunsetorange]

Share more of your playlist!

i didn’t make a playlist for this au in particular but here are some more songs i think kind of fit the vibe of the au or just fit moments in the story line in my head lol

eren bc this poor girl is ruining his life and he just likes her and she hates him so damn much LMFAOOO 💔

a beyoncé song bc beyoncé always (and it has school in the title so it’s automatically applicable in my head lol)

when mikasa finally realizes she likes his doof ass

okay LISTEN!!!! before you’re like “victoria now why tf is there a one direction song here” 1. you’ll have to kill me before you rip my nostalgia away from me and 2. ITS APPLICABLE!!!!!!!!! if you listen to the lyrics lol it’s like when eren takes her to have fun OKAYYY!! also my au so i said what i said!!! 😤 /lh

eren bc he’s whipped for mikasa even tho she literally cannot stand him 😭 also this song is just a banger and all the coffee shops they go to lol it just fits in my head

think this describes the whole miscommunication between them pretty well lol

mikasa basically:

mikasa basically pt 2

mikasa about eren in her head lol

meanwhile this is eren about mikasa in his head 😭

these songs are not cohesive whatsoever LOL so it’s not a playlist but this ended up being more songs than i thought it would be 💀

[b0y-artist]

Is it gay to memorize your best friend's morning cup of joe? Asking for a friend.

"Sev? Is everything okay?" A smooth voice he knew all too well snapped him out of his internal tirade. Using that *damn* nickname. Seven felt his face grow hotter.

"Y-yeah, I'm fine. What did I miss?" Seven stuttered, trying to make it seem like he *wasn't* just spacing out. Even though it was probably pretty noticeable at this point. Mono knew him better than anybody else, and could read him like a book. Which was ironic, since Mono didn't even like to read.

"The room number is 129, now c'mon! I wanna see our place!" Mono yelled excitedly, thankfully already forgetting about Seven's temporary dissociation as he ran up the carpeted staircase, rocking on his heels impatiently as he waited for Seven by the door.

Seven chuckled as he scaled the seemingly endless stairway, trying to reach his restlessly hyper friend as quickly as possible. "Sevennnnn, c'mon! You're so slow!" As if on cue, he could already hear Mono's childish whining. Shaking his head fondly at his friend's antics, Seven finally reached the top of the stairs.

"Not my fault these *pant* stairs are so long." he muttered, trying to catch his breath as Mono continued to pout. "That's no excuse. Perhaps you should exercise more, Fellon." Mono playfully teased, a shit-eating smirk on his face.

Seven rolled his eyes as he moved past Mono to unlock the door to their apartment. "Heaven forbid I leave his highness waiting. After you, princess." Seven teased back, barely holding back his laughter as he opened the door for a very irate Mono.

As soon as Mono walked through the door, he was speechless. The apartment was so neat, and clean. The walls were painted a nice beige, that matched the color of the love seat they ordered perfectly. The floors were hardwood and so shiny Mono could see his reflection. There was a 49-inch flat screen TV hooked up to the wall above a dresser where several pots of grafted cactuses and succelents lay. Next to the love seat was a rectangular glass table, and on top, a small wicker basket that held remotes.

The kitchen wasn't anything too special. It was relatively small, and had all your everyday appliances. But what did catch Mono's eye was a black coffee maker. Specifically, the one he got for Seven's 16th birthday.

Mono wasn't a *huge* fan of coffee, he usually only drank it whenever he had to work late, just so he could stay up and get everything done. *But,* Seven absolutely adored coffee, and Mono made sure to brew him a cup every morning. Is it gay that he's memorized the exact amount of sugar Seven likes in his coffee? Not that he paid attention to it on purpose. Always seeing what brand and flavor Seven preferred so he could make sure to secretly pick it up whenever they went grocery shopping, nope, never. That would be *undeniably* gay.

Regardless, Mono's heart fluttered at the thought of Seven keeping it after all this time.

Mono heard footsteps behind him as Seven walked into the kitchen. Seven titled his head when he caught Mono looking at the coffee maker. He's not sure why, but for some odd reason, he wanted to come up behind Mono and hug him.

"Y-you kept it?" Mono stuttered, his heart still beating fast. He's not sure why, this isn't even that big of a deal! It's just a coffee maker.

"Y-yeah, I did." Seven stuttered, the urge only growing stronger as he watched how Mono fiddled with his fingers, cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Was Mono always that attractive, or was it just the lighting?

Seven gulped, looking away from Mono to try and calm down. Eventually, his heart stopped racing and his face went back to it's normal color. Seven turned around as soon as he was sure he could face Mono without running away. Or exploding, which ever happened first.

"But, w-what about the new one? You always told me how you wanted it. I was sure you would've replaced it." Mono mumbled, looking down at his shoes since he couldn't stand to look at Seven anymore. Not that he was repulsed by him or something, no, it was just the complete opposite.

Seven was surprised that Mono thought he would've gotten rid of it, but putting that thought aside, he flicked his hand carelessly. "I never liked all that new stuff anyway. It means a lot to me, I-I mean, since you were the one who gave it to me." Seven replied, secretly wishing to kick his own ass for how ridiculously stupid that sounded.

–and then Mono smiled. Oh god, he smiled.

Seven's doomed.

"Aw. Well, I'm glad you kept it. I was secretly hoping you would, I-I just didn't want to seem pushy." He stammered, and Seven frowned. Mono's always had this awful habit of thinking everything was his fault, or something he said was wrong somehow. Usually it wasn't, and Seven tried to reassure him of this. But, the habit *still* stuck around, even after all these years. That doesn't mean Seven would stop trying, though.

"Mono, that's not "being pushy." It just meant a lot to you, and you wanted me to keep it. Which is completely understandable." Seven said, trying his best to sound convincing. Whenever Mono got like this, it was extremely hard to get him to believe otherwise, but Seven was anything if not persistent. Mono probably rubbed off on him in that regard, and Seven wouldn't be surprised, since they spend so much time with each other. Nonetheless, it was a good trait to have. Especially when Seven had to deal with an equally set-in-his-ways boy.

"Yeah. You're probably right. Sorry, Sev. You know how I get," Mono apologized, picking at his skin. Another habit Mono had unfortunately picked up over the years. Seven walked over to Mono so he could gently take him by the wrists. "Hey, don't do that." Seven softly spoke up as Mono stopped his picking to look up at Seven.

Mono frowned, Seven looked worried, *really* worried, and it made Mono feel responsible. "Sorry." Mono apologized, but his voice was hollow. He knew Seven didn't like whenever he picked at his skin. Sometimes Mono even went so far as to draw blood, which Seven had to clean and patch up to make sure it didn't get infected. Seven always took care of him, the least he could do is make less work for him. Mono's a mess that Seven doesn't need to worry about.

As if Seven could read his thoughts he took Mono's hands into his own, and gave them a comforting squeeze, thumbing over his knuckles. "It's alright. Just try not to do it again, okay? I know it's hard, but..." Seven trailed off, his grip on Mono's hand tightening, but not painfully so, it was more of a silent affirmation. A promise to never leave. "I-I worry about you." Seven finished, his grip slowly loosening on Mono's hands, but the promise was still there.

–And as Mono finally sobered up out of his bout of self-pity, he could sense Seven's touch, it felt like a thousand tiny fireworks dancing up his spine, his skin tingling from the slightest brush of the hand. It felt...nice, if not a little overwhelming.

"Woah..." Mono whispered to himself. Luckily, Seven didn't seem to notice as there was a knock on the door. When Seven finally let go of Mono to answer the door, Mono briefly mourned the loss.

Who could that even be at this hour?