#please go read flippy's fic!!!

[edwardpinestar]

Striking a pose once he finished the tap dance, he grins as he gains oooss and asss from onlookers, before he offers his paw out to Death, a playful grin on his face, “Think you can keep up with me? I’m no longer dance like como si fuera una tabla rígida,” The music rose up in its rapid and rhythmic tempo, making Death’s muzzle break out into a smirk, “Oh I think I can keep up with you mi gatito…but I wonder if you will be able to keep up bailando con la muerte,”

Finished drawing the dance scene of Chapter 13, Puss in Boots and the City of Immortals, by the lovely @flippythegodzilla!

Go read it, its a lovely, beautiful fic, with so much more to come!

[here2bbtstrash]

babygirl (explicit)

genre: the most plotless porn to ever porn, aka SMUT

pairing: jungkook x reader

summary: your boyfriend claims the outfit was just for a tiktok - until you realize you're both very into it.

word count: 5k

contains: explicit sexual content ~*~*~ established relationship, jungkook is a tiktoker 🤪, reader is bisexual, jk wears a crop top/miniskirt/knee socks and makeup (and butterfly clips 😭), EXCESSIVE use of petnames especially 'babygirl', feminization, jk is literally the "i'm soooo shyyyyy" tiktok sound, 🚨 kink discovery/exploration/mild kink negotiations during sex 🚨 virginity kink/role-play (they pretend jk is a virgin) 🚨 daddy kink (reader is daddy) 🚨 gender swap role-play including terms for genitals (they call his dick a pussy and her pussy a dick ok ??) 🚨 praise kink and extremely filthy dirty talk, no condom use but idk assume protection bc they're dating and in lurve, also features nipple play, a blowjob, dick riding, cunnilingus, and come eating for good measure 😘

A/N: oh hi! it's been a minute since i've written something TRULY self-indulgent (or outrageously bisexual) so it feels good to return to my brand. i am going to ask that you please please PLEASE take a long hard look at the content warnings up there ^ before you pop this bad boy open. like i really do not wanna get one single rude ask about this story because i will go fucking nuclear 😂 for those of y'all who are into it- i love you, and i hope you fucking enjoy because reading this back was so embarrassingly hot to me that i had to hide my face in my shirt. gahhhhhh okay BYEEEEE

oh also: THIS is the tiktok that inspired this whole thing lmfao. it gave jungkook energy and so he basically makes his own slightly different version in this fic. kbye ✨

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The apartment is dark when you slip back in the front door, the way Jungkook likes it.

Ceiling lights make him cranky and overwhelmed, so your path to the bedroom is painted only in warm glow- a purple LED strip, a switched-on end table lamp, the blue cast from a forgotten PlayStation controller and the swirl of the screensaver over the TV.

You drop your boots at the door, socked feet padding down the hallway.

“JK?” It’s quiet enough to make you imagine an echo in your voice.

You’d promised your boyfriend an evening alone tonight while you went out with friends, which meant a morning of frustrated, huffy sighs, his bottom lip taking up permanent residence jutted out from his mouth in a downturned pout. You decided to let this one run its course, because they always do with him, the dips and swells of his fickle moods— he knows how to right himself again if given enough time and space to complain about it first.

By the time you were hovering over the dresser to put earrings in, Jungkook had seemingly worked the issue all the way out, smiling softly with his cheek smushed against the largest of the plushies on the bed.

“Think I’m gonna have fun tonight. Film some TikToks, maybe get a new video game.”

You’ve hardly been out an hour, so you know you should leave him to it, retrieve your wallet from the purse you forgot to switch it out of— the reason for the intrusion— and let him be.

But you love him. The thrill of sharing space hasn’t waned, even after nearly six months, and you want to steal a little affection before you head back to girls’ night. You can be needy, too.

“Babe?”

At the end of the hall, the hinges of the bedroom door creak as it opens just wide enough for Jungkook to poke his head through.

“You’re back early.”

“Forgot my wallet.”

His eyes are wide and blinking, glittering black in the dim light.

“Is everything okay?” You try a few steps towards him.

“I was making a TikTok,” he mumbles, said sorely, as if it’s a justification for bad behavior. And then the door swings open all the way and you take in the rest of him.

A short, flippy miniskirt sunk low, biting into his hips. A crop top, meant to be small, but obscenely so when stretched across the broad expanse of his chest. Long black socks hiked up over his knees, white stripes at the hem starting to slip, pushed down flexing muscles in his thighs as he shifts, legs crossing, one foot pointed to toe at the floor unsurely. He’s pretty-all-over and nervous.

“Jungkook,” your laugh stutters on an exhale. “Are those my clothes?”

The small silver hoops in his ears— those aren’t new— sway with a hesitant nod.

You’re close enough now to see the way he sucks his lip ring into his mouth, an anxious habit. There’s a rosy pink wash to his cheeks, the same color kissed over his eyelids when he blinks. Lashes that were already envy-inducing made darker and longer with mascara. Gloss dabbed in the center of his full, pinched mouth. Butterfly clips twined through wavy, artfully messy hair.

“I’m sorry I didn’t ask,” he says quickly, lashes fluttering when his gaze drops to the floor, staring at his socks. “I didn’t— I swear I’ve never done this before.”

“I’m not mad, baby.” Your hands find his, clenched in unsure fists at his sides, and coax them open. “You look so good. This is for a TikTok?”

Jungkook nods, punctuated with a squeeze of your hands. You squeeze back. “Wanna see?”

His phone is on the nightstand in your room, plugged in to charge (“I was editing it on 1%”, he admits with a giggle), so you end up crowding in on his side of the bed, sharing one pillow, legs tangling together without thought. You tuck into his side, grateful for the absurdly long charging cord as you prop the phone between your bodies and press play.

At the start of the video, he’s in much more typical Jungkook attire: a baggy black t-shirt, tattoos peeking out under one sleeve, hands stuffed in the pockets of equally oversized cargo pants. He’s barefaced, too, pushing a mock-hurt expression beneath the text caption: Babe, I’m going out with the girls tonight.

When the beat drops, you immediately start to giggle as this skirted, made-up Jungkook takes his place, throwing up a peace sign, blowing a kiss, and at the last second, flexing his biceps as if to send a warning signal.

You press your smile into the crook of your elbow as you let the video loop once, twice more.

Jungkook opts not to watch, instead staring up at the patterns his star projector casts across the ceiling, hands folded behind his head— but once you pause the video from looping again, you catch his eyes roaming over your face. You recognize the look from when he’s shown you certain movies, the way he’ll regularly steal glances down at you on the couch curled up next to him, as if he’s seeing his favorite parts for the first time again through your eyes.

“I love it,” you announce as you place his phone on the nightstand and then roll back against his side, pushing up onto your hands. You use the vantage point of your kitten stretch to take in all of him, the long hard lines of his body, the exposed honey skin that he usually keeps hidden under shapeless black.

“Wow, JK. You’re so pretty, baby.”

Heat blooms in his cheeks, deepening the makeup there, tinting the tips of his ears pink. His feet point and flex restlessly at the end of the bed.

“Do you really think so?” Jungkook asks the question so timidly— it’s rare to hear him this unassured about anything.

“I mean it.” You trace a finger delicately over the hem of his— well, your— shirt, where it rests under the firm structure of his chest. His eyes drop closed as you run the whole of your palm down, admiring his duality: boyish and beautiful, defined muscles with an itty-bitty waist. “I feel like I just won the bisexual lottery.” A dreamy laugh bubbles up in him, his abs fluttering under your hand. “And this skirt looks so much better on you than me,” you murmur as you reach the band of it and keep going, your touch smoothing over the pleated fabric to get a good look.

A noise gets stuck in the back of Jungkook’s throat. “Fuck.” He laughs like he’s gasping for breath.

You drag your gaze back up his body, and his eyes are shut tightly, crinkling at the corners for the effort. “Jungkook?”

The flush in his face is now an uncontrolled burn. He’s outright squirming, thighs flexing to cinch together, knees lifting off the bed so he can press the soles of his socks flat to fidget against the sheets. His fingertips tug at the hem of the skirt as his motions cause it to ride up, just barely. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’ve been hard since I put it on. Was hoping it would go away by now.”

“Baby.” You say it softly, and you watch him untwist a little, long eyelashes flickering open again. “Why do you want it to go away?”

“I—I don’t know. It’s weird, isn’t it?”

You reach up to brush a loose strand of hair off his face, careful not to disturb the glittery clips. He chases after your hand to lean into your palm, and your thumb strokes over his cheek as he nuzzles in. A warmth has started to pool, low in your belly. “I don’t think it’s weird at all. I think it’s hot.” Jungkook hiccups another laugh, attempting to hide his face between your hand and the pillow.

“Can I touch you, baby?”

The question stills him. Big moon eyes blink up at you as he nods.

When you curl your fingertips under the band of his skirt, Jungkook gasps through parted glossy lips and nearly chokes on a hard swallow. You pause, considering. Your boyfriend is far from the silent type in bed, but you’ve never seen him like this— you’re usually the one coming apart at the seams at his filthy stream of words as he splits you open: that’s it baby, take this cock, so fucking tight for me, god fucking damn.

“Only if you want it,” you remind him, in case he needs to hear it. 

“I do,” he breathes. “I really— I don’t know why, ah—“ His sentence dissolves on another breath in when you gently scratch your nails over the curve of his hips. “—w-why I’m so nervous.”

“It’s cute,” you admit with a giggle. You flatten your palms to slide back up the narrowing slope of his waist, smooth tanned skin shivering under your touch, until you find the hem of his crop top again. “I really like you like this, JK. All nervous and blushy. Babygirl is shy.”

The way Jungkook tips his head back on the pillow and whines at your words makes you think you might be onto something.

“Do you like it when I call you babygirl?”

He bites down on his bottom lip, hard enough to deepen the shade of it, and nods.

“Tell me,” you coax, teasing at the hem of his top, encouraging him with the promise of a reward. “I wanna hear you.”

“Y-yeah. I like it. Like being your cute babygirl.”

The words go straight to your core, and you throw a leg over his hip to properly straddle him, bracing your arms on either side of his head to swallow up his responding whimper in a heady, open-mouthed kiss. Jungkook answers just as fervently, tongue sliding along yours, his hands clutching at your shoulders as if to plead for more.

He’s panting when you pull away, shuddering gasps punctuated by a moan as you suck at the underside of his jaw, a purple bruise blossoming beneath your teeth. “My babygirl,” you echo against the hollow of his throat. “All mine.” Your hands move eagerly, pushing the thin strip of fabric across his chest up to reveal soft brown nipples framed by the swell of his pecs. “And you have such pretty little tits, baby.”

You cup one in your palm, dipping down to lick a lazy circle over the nipple of the other. Jungkook full-body shivers, feet kicking softly down on the mattress, and you suck the bud between pursed lips, working gently with tongue and teeth until it hardens in your mouth.

“F-fuck,” he whines, arching up into you, fingertips dragging down the bedsheets. “Feels so good.”

You drop the stiffened peak from between your teeth, shifting to kitten lick at the other and taking advantage of the opportunity to grind down against Jungkook’s hips, already restlessly horny for this new side of him. “So sensitive,” you purr between flicks of your tongue as Jungkook whimpers beneath you. “Are you a virgin, babygirl?”

He hiccups on a moan as you tease his other nipple to attention. “Oh my god, fuck. Is it bad that that’s hot?”

You pull away to climb back up his body and seek a kiss from his pretty pouty lips. “Not bad, baby. You’re perfect, okay?” He makes a soft noise of acknowledgement and you gather up his chest in both hands to lovingly squeeze at his barely-there tits. “My dream girl. Can’t believe nobody’s ever touched you like this before.”

The swirling colors of the star projector on the ceiling of your bedroom reflect back at you like galaxies in his eyes— it’s enough to make you dizzy. The question comes out paired with a dazed, love-drunk giggle: “Would you let me fuck you, babygirl?”

Jungkook’s brow furrows slightly. “I—I don’t—I’m not ready. For anal,” he says quickly.

Coming out of the role-play a bit, you bring both hands to cradle his face between your palms, thumbs rubbing at the hinge of his jaw to encourage him to relax, to breathe. You can feel the hummingbird thrum of his heartbeat under your fingertips. “That’s fine, baby. Not asking you to. I just said it ‘cause it’s hot. We’ll fuck like normal, okay?”

A shy smile returns to his face as he blinks up at you, wide-eyed, lips parted. “Yeah, okay.”

“Do you want to keep going?” When he nods in your hands, you duck down to leave a kiss on the tip of his nose. “I’m so lucky, I get to fuck such a pretty girl.”

A hand slips between your bodies to tweak one of his nipples between your fingers, and Jungkook throws his head back and cries out at the feeling. His hips roll up as he squirms beneath you, and you tighten the grip of your thighs around him at the welcome friction. You can already feel that you’ve soaked through your panties.

“Just, hngh—“ Jungkook whimpers, wrecked and needy, jerking up towards you again when you give the same nipple another soft tug. “Go s-slow with me. Since it’s… my first time.”

You shift to one side and he willingly splays open for you, knees bent and legs spread wide. You can hardly hold back your own groan at the state of him: mouth full and pink, eyes heavy-lidded and black with lust. His palms are pressed innocently over the fabric of his skirt, but you can see the way he’s starting to desperately rut up into his hands.

You bite down on a devious grin. “Yeah, and you’re such a good girl. I bet you kept it nice and tight for me.”

“Fuuuuuck,” he whines loudly.

Teasing a hand under the hem of his skirt, you’re surprised to find nothing but smooth, bare skin all the way up. “Oh, no panties?” Your gaze trails along his body from where you’ve settled on the mattress between the heat of his thighs, until you find his eyes with yours. “Are you a little slut?”

There’s a flash of something in Jungkook’s eyes as he goes still, whimpers softening to uneven breaths. He tugs his lip ring into his mouth in that familiar way, then gives his head two quick shakes, firm enough to shift a few waves in his hair.

“No?” You try again. “You’re a good girl, huh? You want praise?” When he nods, you gently caress the muscles of his leg under your touch, giving a loving palmful squish to the soft skin at his inner thigh. “Talk to me, baby. Please?”

“I want praise,” he murmurs. “Wanna be good for you.”

“You’re so good, baby. Thank you for telling me.” As if in reward, your hand finds his cock, fully erect and pressed obscenely into the flimsy fabric of his skirt. He hisses when you run a finger delicately up his shaft, tracing the fat, sensitive vein there. “You just wanted to make it easy for me, is that it?”

Jungkook’s eyes flutter closed, painted lashes nearly dusting his cheeks. “Yeah. I’m good. Your good babygirl virgin—“ He gasps when you wrap your hand around him for one slow pump, and it’s like your touch opens up something inside of him. “—with the tightest fucking pussy.” His cock throbs in your palm when he says it.

The filthy words spark a licking flame in your gut and a drip between your legs. “Fuck yes you are.”

You can’t spend a second longer teasing him— your free hand moves quickly to flip his skirt up over his hips and you drink him all in, hard and thick and pressed flat to his abdomen. “God, and your pussy’s just as pretty as the rest of you, baby.” The head of his cock is slick, glossed shiny with precum, and you run your thumb along his slit as more beads up, threatening to spill over and pour down his shaft. “You’re so wet for me. Can I eat you out, babygirl?”

“Please,” he moans.

You lean down to drag your tongue over the tip, to lick up the sticky-sheen there. With a little noise of appreciation, you take him into your mouth, suckling at the head of his cock and enjoying the warmth and weight of it on your tongue.

Jungkook is a whimpering mess, coming undone underneath you, and he throws an arm over his face to smother needy sounds into the crook of his elbow. As much as you’d love to see his wrecked expression, something about the way he tries to hide from the pleasure is working for you: it adds to this blushy-squirmy-shy virgin babygirl thing that has your thighs sticking together with how much it’s turning you on.

“Ah, that feels so fucking good,” he gasps, and you suck down more of his cock, hollowing your cheeks as you go. He’s emboldened now, either from not having to look you in the face or from the heat of your mouth enveloping him, the firm rub of your tongue over his frenulum. “Your mouth on my pussy, on my pretty little cunt, hngh.”

The way he’s talking has you practically humping the bedsheets beneath you, slow jerks of your hips that have the added benefit of pushing his cock into the back of your throat. You gag slightly around him but refuse to let up, humming around his shaft in a wordless request for more.

“Oh fuck,” Jungkook groans as you take him deeper. “Fuck yes, so good, daddy.”

It takes a second for you to process the word, and then you pull off with a wet pop, swiping away strings of drool with the back of your hand. “Mmm—you want me to be daddy?”

At first he can only manage a soft whine, legs shifting restlessly over the bedsheets at the loss of contact. He nods his head, then finally whimpers his answer. “Y-yeah, I want that. Please, daddy.”

“God, you’re so hot.” You pause to press a kiss to the sharp jut of his hip bone, purring your question against the blush in his skin, glowing warm all-over. “Do you want to take daddy’s cock now, babygirl?”

You’re already starting to strip, discarding your shirt and then your bra off the edge of the bed as he bites down on his lip and nods. “Want it so bad, daddy. I’m ready.”

Horny enough to be nearly delirious, you both dissolve into giggles as you fight to get your jeans off— Jungkook helps you wrestle them over your ankles, your ruined panties following in quick succession while he peels his pushed-up crop top all the way off.

You crawl up the bed to capture his mouth in another kiss, sucking on his bottom lip as you straddle yourself over his hips and take his cock in your hand.

“Nice and slow, okay?” You murmur as you start to stroke him, and he nods again, head tipping back against the pillows. “We’ll stretch that pussy open. Hold my hand?” Your free hand reaches for him while the other keeps working his cock, and your fingers intertwine. “I want babygirl’s first time to be special.”

Jungkook looks at you like you hung the moon. “I fucking love you.”

With a small smile, you brush your lips lightly over his ink-dyed skin, pressing a kiss to each of his knuckles, his thumb, the back of his hand. “Love you more.”

Then you push up to hover over him, use the hand wrapped around his cock to guide him to your entrance, and start to slowly sink down.

He’s thick enough that you’d have to take it slow at first even if he wasn’t playing virgin, but you’re so slick with arousal that the stretch is only delicious. “Fuck, baby,” you groan as you bottom out on him, your knees bracketing him to sink into the mattress. “How does it feel? Doesn’t hurt does it?”

“N-no,” he whimpers, hips lifting eagerly up towards you, clearly desperate for friction. “’Sgood.”

“Can I move, baby?”

“Please. Fuck me, daddy.”

“Yeah, baby, you’ve been so good to save it all for me. Gonna give you daddy’s cock like you deserve, my good girl.” You flatten one hand against his chest and start to move, your other hand still laced in his. 

Jungkook’s eyes roll back in his head as you rock along his length, your pussy flooding stored-up wetness down his shaft and making an audible squelch with every stroke. You can’t recall ever being this turned on in your life.

When you find the angle where his head rubs firmly over your g-spot, you gasp, squeezing his hand tight.

“Shit, baby.” You start to ride him rougher, lifting your hips to bounce on his cock, right there, again and again. The pleasure makes your head spin and your mouth run wild. “Your tight little pussy takes daddy’s cock so well. It’s gonna be a custom fit by the time I’m done with you, made to take me whenever I want it, fuck.”

Jungkook’s whimpers have blossomed to full, airy moans, and he flattens his feet against the bed so he can buck up into you, meeting you thrust for thrust. “Oh my fucking god.”

His cock twitches inside you on a particularly hard thrust, and you can tell by the way he’s fisting the bedsheets that he’s already close, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he desperately tries to hold off his orgasm. You’re so desperate to see him come all the way undone that you can’t even care to wait for yours.

“Yeah,” you groan, “I can feel your pussy squeezing me, babygirl. Gonna come? I want you to. Wanna feel you come all over daddy’s big cock.”

His words slur together in a fuck-drunk rush. “Oh my god, y-yeah, please fuck me, daddy, fuck me, fuck me—“ His thrusts grow sloppy as he reaches his peak, and you refuse to let up, untangling from his grip so you can press both hands into the mattress to fuck him relentlessly.

“Take it, baby,” you practically growl. “Be a good girl and take this cock and come for daddy. Come for me and then suck me off.”

“Daaaaaddy,” Jungkook wails loudly and throws his head back, hips jerking violently as he comes. You can feel his cock pulse through his orgasm and the thick, warm ropes of his cum that spill out inside you with every throb of release.

You don’t even get a moment to still yourself and catch your breath before he lunges: he hooks his hands under your knees and yanks you onto your side so fast that you hit the mattress with a yelp of a laugh.

“Jesus, Jungkook!” His only response is to spread you open and attack your pussy with his mouth like he’s hungry for it. The flimsy miniskirt is still pushed up over his hips, so you can see the pert curve of his bare ass in the air as his tongue dives into your entrance.

He’s clearly still too deep in post-orgasm haze to start off precise as he drinks his own cum out of you with long, sloppy licks, grunting and gasping into your pussy like breathing is an afterthought.

“Oh my god,” you moan, your hips jerking against his mouth as he runs his tongue along your sensitive walls.

Once he's cleaned you out and his nose, lips and chin are all shining with slickness, he drags his tongue up through your folds to circle your clit, and three of his fingers find purchase in your cunt, replacing the loss of his cock. He starts to rock them fast and hard against your g-spot, and the mess of his cum that was fucked up too far for his mouth to reach dribbles out of you, running down his wrist, all wet and noisy as he pushes it back in again.

The pleasure is immediate and overwhelming, and when he sucks hard on your clit, arousal blooms heavy in your gut, enough to have you babbling.

“My god, fuck, baby,” you groan, back arching off the bed and fingers twisting in the sheets. “You got s-so fucking good at sucking cock while you were— hngh— while you were saving your pussy for me, huh?”

Jungkook whines loudly, open-mouthed against your cunt, the pace of his tongue and fingers only getting more insistent.

Your orgasm starts to crest hard and fast, and you tighten a hand in his hair, knocking a few butterfly clips loose in your urgency, in how fucking close you are. When you glance down at him, just the sight of how eagerly he's working your pussy is enough to send you over the edge.

“My pretty perfect girl,” you rasp as he pounds into you over and over, lips and tongue relentless on your clit. “Perfect pussy. Perfect mouth. So fucking good for daddy. Gonna come in your mouth, pretty girl, so you can swallow my load—ohhhh fuck, fuck—“

You cry out as your climax hits you full-force, makes your thighs shake and your toes curl and your pussy pulse around Jungkook’s fingers. It feels like you’re coming forever, in endless shuddering waves, until you start to writhe with overstimulation, and he finally pulls back when you release your grip on his hair.

You can’t do anything but collapse against the mattress with your eyes closed, completely dazed, and attempt to remember how to breathe.

“Holy fuck,” you manage to gasp.

There’s a soft shifting sound, and then you feel the weight of Jungkook laying down next to you. You’re both sideways, feet dangling off the edge of the bed, but you roll towards him anyway. The AC kicks on, and a shiver ghosts over the sweat that’s gathered behind your knees as you press your cheek into his chest.

“You really did like it?” Jungkook’s question surprises you, and you blink your eyes open and look up to take in the nervous expression on his face.

“I loved it, JK. That was so hot. I didn’t even know you could get like that. All… sensitive and responsive. But like, shy. Oh my god. I meant it when I said I liked this side of you.” You hitch a leg over him as he pulls you closer into his side, and you continue, bringing a hand up to cup his cheek with your palm. “I’m literally bi. That means I like you as my boyfriend, or girlfriend, or anyone in between.”

You can feel the heat under your hand when he blushes. “I think I maybe want to be both, sometimes. But, agh, I don’t know.” He squirms unsurely, and you brush your thumb over the line of his jaw.

“It’s okay. You don’t have to know. We can figure it out.”

“Thank you,” he murmurs, and then he promptly turns away from you, rolling over in an attempt to bury his face in the mattress with a soft giggle.

“Hey, don’t hide! Come back here,” you laugh, rolling yourself on top of him, so your bodies press together all the way down. You grind your hips against him a little to tease, jolts of stimulation jumping through your still-sensitive center, and your eyes widen.

“Baby, are you—“ you glance down and confirm it, the thick outline of him pressed tight under his skirt and dripping a wet spot into the fabric. “Already?”

Jungkook pulls his lip ring into his mouth for a second before he admits it. “All that cocksucking stuff you were saying.” Even the tips of his ears are red now, in equal parts shame and arousal. “Just… crazy fucking hot. It made me get hard again so fast.” His feet kick softly down on the bed. “Ngh, it’s embarrassing, stop looking.”

You swallow his whimper with a gentle kiss, your tongue swiping lightly across his pouty lower lip. When you pull away, you dust a few loose strands of hair off his forehead. “Do you want to keep going?”

He nods, and you breathe a laugh.

“Well, give me a second and we can go for round two.” A hand snakes under his skirt, and you do your best to cup his ass beneath you, eventually having to settle for scratching your nails lightly over the outside of his thigh. “Just want daddy’s cock all the time now that you’re not a virgin anymore, huh?”

He outright moans into your mouth when you lean in to kiss him again, before turning his head away to mutter shyly as you lick a stripe up his neck. “Gonna make me come in my fucking pants.”

“You’re not wearing pants,” you giggle, and then you gracelessly roll off of him. “Let me just text my friends first so they know I didn’t die.”

At the mention of your friends, Jungkook whines and forces a small pout as you fumble for your phone on the nightstand. “I feel bad. You were supposed to be with them tonight.”

You scoot back to sit next to him on the bed and rest one hand on his thigh as you pull up your group chat on your phone. “Don’t, baby. I’m where I wanna be.” Your hand sneaks a little higher, cupping at the firm bulge between his legs over the fabric of his skirt, and you can’t help your nasty grin. “I’ll just say something came up.”

“Stoppppp,” he persists, grabbing a pillow to hide his face in, but you don’t miss the way his cock twitches under your palm.

With the text quickly composed and sent, you drop your phone back on the side table and proceed to crawl on top of him again. He pulls his shield away to stare up at you, blinking those wide, bottomless, good girl-fuck me eyes.

Your adoration of all that he is hits you like a fucking train. “There will be other girls’ nights,” you murmur, eyes roaming over his beautiful face. “There’s only one girl I need tonight.” It’s fucking corny, half role-play and half serious, but you mean every word, and it seems to melt away some last bit of reserve in Jungkook that you couldn’t quite reach before.

He blushes all over, wraps both arms around your neck, dots every inch of skin he can reach with soft, glossy-wet kisses. “Love you, love you, love you.”

“Love you more, babygirl.”

[romanarose]

Fic Recs for April

Hi everyone! These are my fic recommendations for March!

I havn't done a fic rec since december bc life has gone wild lmfaoooo so here we go!

Moon Knight

Triggered, @missdictatorme : Summary: During a rather heated love making session with Jake, he accidentally triggers to the front a long locked down memory of yours, which results in you having a panic attack.

Reader With Acne, @ninebluehearts : A drabble with Marc Spector and a reader with adult acne.

Feels Nice, my beloved, @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction : SOFT MMMAARRCCC with smut bc its us

Dark Necessities, @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction : Y'all GOTTA read this series, its amazing. Great Jake smut, great plot, great Steven characterization, 10/10

Triple Frontier

Feed Your Ego, my love @welcometostayingawake woweeeeeeee if you like fics with multiple of the TF boys, this is for you. Threesome with Santi and Frankie? Yes please.

Captain of the Team., @writefightandflightclub. The way this fic had me so shook it took like a day to read bc I used to just need to breath and stare off into space lmfao. Reader has a foursome with Will, Frankie and Santiago and just like most thing I write with the boys, it gets bisexual.

Worth the risk, @melodygatesauthor : innocence kink ;-; BFD!Santi!!!

What if he Never Had to Go? by @velocibeewords : This series man... I found it while taking a rest on a bachelor weekend and proceeded to keep reading. the CHOCKHOLDit had. I WAS AT A DAMN CASINO READING THIS the bride caught me and was so drunk and just loudly announced she was just happy i was happy lmfao. BENNY X SANTI!!!!!!!!

ALSO! Yours, by @velocibeewords If you are familiar with fics of mine like Yellow, or the triple frontier group sex series, awakening, you know a prominante feature in my smut works is explicate consent and constant communication. This fic is a beautiful version of this, but its reader assuring Will.

Ex-Machina

Get Well Soon, @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction : Nathan with a sick reader.

Sucker Punch

Not so Solitary, @melodygatesauthor : A real quick blue jones smut that makes my stomach do that flippy thing

The Last of Us

Literally everything by @toxicanonymity they are literally the reason I started writing dark fics over at romana-after-dark and why I started doing raider Joel. Incredible. BUT! Since raider!joel was my inspiration, I'll link the raider Joel series <3 DARK DARK DARK DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT

Clumbsy Mess, @viquerz : INNOCENT VIRGIN READER!!!!!!!

Lucky for me, I run on of Sweat and Sweet revenge @jksprincess10 : No words. please just read it.

[staygoldwriting]

Hi :) I was wondering if I could please request a piece. I would love to read about a vacation love story! Where the reader is seen by Eddie and he falls head over heels for her. The location in which they meet doesn’t matter to me, but I would love to read that they end up together in the end. :) TIA! I LOVE reading your work!!

Hi there! First of all, thank you so much for the sweet encouragement and love!! I absolutely adore this prompt, mostly because it let me make a self-indulgent piece (I was on vacation recently in a tropical place!) 😍 I really hope you enjoy this fic--I decided to focus on the foundation/beginning of the relationship! As always, please show love and support ❤️✨

Word count: ~1400

Warnings: fluff, reader drinks a daiquiri but it can be virgin 🙃

🍹 Caribbean Queen

“If I have to serve another family full of messy brats, I’m going to quit on the spot,” Eddie groaned as he dumped a pile of ketchup-filled scraps into the trash.

“Oh, come on, Ed,” Steve chuckled, “at least you get decent tips.”

“Yeah, decent, not the amazing ones you get from all the girls.”

“I can’t turn off the charm,” Steve shrugged. “Here, a family just raised their flag. I’ll take them, and you can take the next person.” 

“Thanks, man,” Eddie sighed. “Do you know what gets mustard out of clothes?”

“Yeah, a new shirt,” Steve chuckled as he left.

Eddie and Steve thought it would be a great idea to work together at a resort over the summer. They both got jobs as poolside waiters, so their days so far had been filled with lots of hamburger and frozen drink orders. Eddie had unfortunately caught most of the “sticky kids,” his tray constantly piled with food, parents often too busy to remember to tip, while Steve, lucky as he always is, often attracted the rich couples or the single girls who ordered very little and tipped very high. Eddie sighed to himself as he cleaned his tray, thinking that Steve probably went to serve the first well-behaved family at the pool. 

You were a guest at the resort for the summer, and you loved spending time at the pool. You and your family typically stayed at the resort for most of the summer, and today was your first day back. Your parents wanted to stay inside, so you decided to have some alone time at the pool to exercise and relax. You had been craving a mango daiquiri, so you walked over to the food counter to order one and a side of fries.

“Excuse me?” you called.

“Hey, what can I get for y- woah,” Eddie began, but when he met your eyes, he was stunned. 

“Are you okay?” you asked, leaning your head to the side.

“Oh, um, yeah,” Eddie coughed, then tried to pull himself together. “What can I get for you?”

“I was wondering if I could have a mango daiquiri and some fries please?” 

“Yeah, sure, anything for you,” Eddie smiled goofily, making you blush. “I’ll get that ready and bring it to your chair. Where are you at?” he asked, writing your order down and handing it to the cook. 

“Oh, I can stay here,” you said sweetly. “I don’t want you walking out in the heat if you don’t have to.”

“Well, I appreciate that,” he smiled. “I’m Eddie, by the way,” he said, holding his hand out.

“Nice to meet you, Eddie, I’m Y/N,” you replied, shaking his hand. “How long have you been working at the resort?”

“A couple weeks now. My friend and I decided to get jobs here together. We’re saving up to get an apartment.”

“Nice,” you smiled. “Is he Mr. Flippy Hair?”

“Yeah,” Eddie laughed. “Apparently it’s a chick magnet.”

“I like yours better,” you blushed.

“Well, you haven’t seen it down,” he laughed. “If I take this hair elastic out, my hair explodes from frizz.”

“Now that I have to see,” you laughed. 

“Munson, you wouldn’t believe it, those people have seven children, I couldn’t- oh, hello there,” Steve said, seeing you and Eddie leaning close to each other as you chatted. “Forgive me for interrupting, I’ll leave you two be,” he winked, then handed a long list of items to the cook. 

“He’s a good guy underneath all that hairspray and gel,” Eddie grinned.

“He seems so. What’s his name?”

“Steve, Steve Harrington.”

“Oh my gosh, I think my friend dated him!” you exclaimed.

“Really? We’re like thirty minutes out of town for us!” Eddie laughed. “I guess that’s not totally out of character for him though.”

“Do you guys often double date?” you asked, trying to be subtle.

“No, I usually stay home,” Eddie said, placing your drink on the counter. “I’m not exactly Mr. Popularity where I come from.”

“You see, that makes me angry and happy all at the same time,” you said, sipping your drink.

“How?” Eddie chuckled.

“Well, I’m angry that girls can’t see how cute you are, but I’m glad girls can’t see how cute you are because it allows me to ask you out without worrying about you already having a girlfriend,” you flirted.  

Eddie leaned back, blushing and smiling widely. No one had ever unapologetically flirted with him this way before, and he was taken aback. You were so beautiful, it almost didn’t feel real, but there you were, blushing almost as much as he was, heart beating in anticipation. You didn’t mean to be so bold, but you were shocked that a guy this gorgeous didn’t have a girlfriend. You two gazed at each other for a moment, and as he opened his mouth to speak, the cook called that your fries were ready. He grabbed them and placed them in front of you.

“Do you want any ketchup or something?” Eddie asked nervously, making your eyes go wide.

“Ketchup? That’s your response to my last statement?”

“No, no, no, I mean, I have to do my job, and you sort of left me speechless,” Eddie grinned. You smirked back at him.

“Ketchup would be great, please. And maybe some honey mustard too please?”

“A girl after my own heart,” Eddie smiled. “I’ll be right back.”

As Eddie left, you saw that Steve was still at the counter, gathering his large order. When he saw Eddie go to the back, he stepped forward and looked at you seriously.

“Hello?” you said, a little weirded out.

“Hey. Do you actually like Eddie, or are you playing around?” he asked with a stern look on his face.

“I actually do like him, he’s really cute,” you smiled, blushing.

“Okay, because if you don’t actually like him, don’t play around with his emotions. He’s a sweet guy, and he’s sensitive. So don’t play games. Girls play games with me all the time and I bounce back, but Eddie’s different. He’s not a ‘one date’ guy, he’s a ‘boyfriend’ guy, okay?”

“Okay, thank you for telling me. And, for the record, I’m a ‘girlfriend’ girl, so you really don’t have to worry. And, if you ever change your mind, I’ve got plenty of friends who are ready to be girlfriends, no game-playing needed,” you smiled softly. Steve nodded solemnly.

“Alright, thanks-?”

“Y/N L/N,” you said, shaking his hand. 

“Thanks, Y/N. And I’m Steve Harrington.”

“Nice to meet you, Steve,” you smiled.

“Hey, what are you two doing?” Eddie asked nervously, setting the sauce down.

“We were just talking about you,” you smiled, making Eddie blush.

“Oh,” he chuckled. 

“Well, I’m off to deliver all this food to this family,” Steve started, “and then come back for the other two trays. You owe me, Munson, don’t forget it!”

“I won’t, believe me!” Eddie yelled back, then looked at you. “I’ve been dealing with sticky families all day, so he offered to take the next family,” he explained.

“Lucky me,” you smiled. “I would have had to get my fries from Steve otherwise.”

“The horror,” he smiled, leaning onto the counter. 

“Eddie, what time do you get off of work?” you asked.

“5 PM, why?”

“I was wondering if you’d like to go out when you’re done working,” you offered.

“I’m so sorry, but I have a gig tonight,” he explained, “but you can always come! I don’t know if metal music’s your thing, but we’re playing at this place called the Hideout, about twenty minutes from here.”

“I would love to come, and I like metal music,” you smiled. “What time?”

“Great!” Eddie sighed in relief. “You can come at 7:30 if you want to hang beforehand, or you can come when the gig starts around 8.”

“I’ll be there,” you smiled. “Thanks for everything, Eddie, I’ll see you later,” you said, then leaned to kiss Eddie’s cheek. 

As you walked away, Eddie held his cheek, blushing madly. Steve had seen the kiss and walked up to Eddie. His shirt had a big stain on it from a child spilling a soda on him. He sighed and gave Eddie’s back a strong pat.

“You definitely owe me.”

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[treetownconfessions]

I remember there was one anon that posted a fic about Flippy talking with his stuffed animals but I never actually read it because I was always like "eh maybe later" but later never came and now it's been so long so it's been pushed back really far in the blog and I'm too lazy to go find it mod please cure my depression

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In No Mood for Games

This fic is part of @all-alone-he-turns-to-stone’s “Aud’s Writing Challenge” aka “The Make Me Horny Challenge”. This is my second entry in this very fun, very hot challenge! Hope you enjoy this one too, Audrey! 😉

It will also cover two of my spaces on my bingo card for @anyfandomkinkbingo

Any Fandom Kink Squares Filled:

Breath Play & Hair Pulling

Pairing: Dean x fem!reader

Word Count: 2,320

Summary: Y/N has wanted him for weeks, but he's ignored her. But her timing might be right tonight.

Warnings: Smut. All Smut. Not even really PWP, there's pretty much no plot here. Dom!Deanmon. Demon!Dean being pretty savage. Dirty talk. Demeaning language. Spanking (just a bit). Fingering. Face fucking. Cumshot (facial). Hair pulling. Breath play.

A/N: Since I can’t include the hot af gif that the beautiful Audrey sent me for this challenge, I have included a gif that relates slightly to this story, namely a gif of Demon!Dean.

But the parts of the fic that directly describe the naughty gif Audrey sent will be in italics.

A/N 2: So this is the first time I've ever written Demon!Dean, and the first time I've ever written anything as dark as this. Dean is not sweet here in any way, he's all Dom!Deanmon, so be warned. Also, please be kind (you always are!) since I've never tried something quite like this before. 😬👀

Rating: 18+ Explicit. Read the warnings!

Created for @anyfandomkinkbingo

Y/N wasn't really sure how she'd ended up here, it had all happened so suddenly and so abruptly. But she definitely didn't want to be anywhere else.

She had been watching him tonight when he walked angrily down the stairs that led from the hotel rooms above. But then, she was always watching him.

The little blonde waitress he'd been screwing around with for a while had come down twenty minutes before him, obviously upset. She left The Black Spur minutes after that.

Now the man Y/N had been quietly stalking for the past two weeks was sitting at the bar and knocking back shots like they were water.

Maybe tonight was her chance.

She had no idea who he was, or why she was so drawn to him. But from the moment he and the short British guy had come in through the doors together weeks ago, she'd wanted him. Desperately.

She'd tried to get his attention a few times, but he never took the bait. She'd sidled up close to him at the bar a couple of times, she'd sent him a drink, she'd worn every low cut top and tight, tiny skirt she owned trying to entice him, but no dice.

Tonight she wore a skin tight, mostly see through white top and a short, pink, flippy skirt that twirled enticingly around the tops of her thighs.

She was determined to get him tonight. She had wet dreams about him night after night, and she felt like if she didn't fuck him, he might haunt her dreams forever.

She took the absence of the blonde waitress as a sign that now was the time to take matters a step further and try initiating an actual conversation with him.

With that as a plan, she approached him at the bar and sat down beside him. As he had every other night, he ignored her completely. She swallowed hard and barreled ahead anyway.

"Looks like you're having a rough night."

The man threw his next shot back and slammed the glass down on the bar, signaling for another. When he still ignored her, she decided to go all in; she laid her hand on his forearm.

The muscles under her hand tensed and the man slowly turned his head, finally making eye contact with her. What she saw in their forest green depths made her shiver. There was something so dark and dangerous there, so beautifully terrifying.

"Excuse me?" He asked, his deep voice intoxicating even in two words. His expression showed mostly disdain, but something in her wouldn't let her back down.

"I was just saying it looked like you were having a rough night."

The man swept his gaze up and down her body, coming back to rest on her face.

"So?" he asked.

"So," Y/N cleared her throat. "I was wondering if you wanted to talk about it."

The man looked at her for nearly a full minute, his eyes once again scanning her body, lingering over some parts, and brushing past others. It was as though he was studying her, dissecting her. It was incredibly unnerving and unbelievably hot.

Finally he licked his lips, an action that had Y/N's panties flooded again. He shook his head.

"No, I don't wanna talk. I wanna fuck."

Y/N's jaw dropped open and her stomach muscles and core muscles tightened.

He lifted his chin toward her and spoke in a nonchalant manner. "Can I fuck you?"

Y/N floundered, her mouth opening and closing several times.

He turned to face her completely and stared into her eyes so deeply, she felt like she'd already been stripped naked by him.

"I don't wanna play the game. I just wanna fuck someone. Hard. So, is that gonna be you, yes or no?"

Y/N snapped her jaw shut and nodded. Without a second's hesitation, he grabbed her hand roughly and pulled her out the door.

He walked very fast and Y/N had a hard time keeping up, but he had a vice-like grip on her wrist and she somehow knew that if she fell, he'd just drag her along behind him. So, she ran quickly, glad she'd worn a pair of pink sneakers rather than heels.

After about a block they reached an empty parking garage. He pulled her after him, towards the end of the lot, where a concrete brick wall stood.

As they reached their destination, he pulled her forward and gave her a slight shove toward the wall.

"Turn around and put your hands on the wall."

When Y/N stood slightly dazed for a moment, he grabbed her by the arm and pulled her close to him. Up close he was even more intoxicating, his scent was like a drug and she felt her head swim a little as she looked up into his perfect face.

Perfect even with the sneer that now covered it. "I've seen you, you know. Watching me, drooling over me. I know how hot you are for me." He walked her backwards until he had her pressed up against the cold stone.

He stuck his hand up under her skirt and ran his fingers over her soaked panties. "I know how badly you want me to fuck you. Like a bitch in heat." He fisted his left hand in her hair and yanked it back, causing Y/N to yelp. "So, obey, bitch."

Y/N felt the slick pooling in her panties, and all she could do was nod at him, not able to contradict a single thing he said. She did want him so desperately, she was willing to let him do whatever he wanted to her.

He released her with another small shove.

"Turn. Around." He said, each word precise.

Y/N turned and placed her palms flat on the wall, her breathing shallow and rapid. She felt him come up behind her and grab hold of her hips, slamming her back against the hard cock she could feel through her skirt and his jeans.

His lips fluttered against her neck as he whispered to her. "Are you gonna take this cock? Like a good little whore?"

Y/N whimpered and nodded.

"Say it." he demanded.

"Yes. I'll take your cock. Please." Y/N begged as she pushed her ass back against him. But he just raised her skirt easily and landed a hard slap to her ass.

"Don't get ahead of yourself, whore. Who owns you?" His palm came down again, stinging and shooting heat straight to her core.

Y/N was so desperate for him to touch her, to rub his fingers along her aching cunt, to have him fill her completely with the huge cock she could feel pressed against her, she could barely even understand what he was asking her.

But another hard slap brought enough sharp pain that Y/N was able to form an answer. "You. You own me."

"That's right. You're my good little whore, aren't you?"

Y/N nodded and he slapped the other cheek, hard and heavy. "Say, it bitch! Tell me you're my good little whore."

Y/N sucked in a breath. "I'm a good little whore." Another crack from his massive palm made her amend her words. "I mean, I'm your good little whore."

He ran both his hands over her burning ass cheeks. "That's my good slut. You will obey what I tell you, do you understand?"

Y/N nodded and then quickly answered. "Yes, I understand."

"Good."

At that he grabbed hold of her hips and pulled them back, while pressing his hand into the middle of her back, forcing her to bend, her ass sticking out.

He pushed her flimsy skirt up and merely pushed her thong aside as he drove two fingers into her. Y/N screamed out her pleasure at finally feeling him inside her. "Oh, god! Please, fuck - more, more!"

He pulled his fingers out. "Shut up, slut. You'll take what I give you and you'll take it quietly, you understand?"

Y/N nodded. "Yes, yes. I'm sorry, please?"

He kicked her feet apart and pushed three fingers into her body. "Fuck me. My little slut," he said, his voice darkly pleased. "you're dripping onto my hand. Do you know who does that? Greedy little whores."

He crooked his fingers inside her and Y/N bit down on her lip trying desperately not to scream as he pressed repeatedly on the soft spongy spot inside her.

She couldn't contain a deep, harsh moan as her orgasm overtook her. She gritted her teeth, trying hard not to scream and disobey him. But then just as she was coming down he pressed against the spot again, while his thumb circled her clit over and over and her second orgasm hit and she couldn't help the scream that issued from her throat.

His right hand came up and wrapped around her throat, strangling off the scream.

"If you can't shut up, I'll make you shut up."

She felt him line himself up at her entrance before he slammed into her so hard, she lurched forward into the wall, popping him out of her cunt.

He came up right behind her, and rammed himself back in. Bending his knees slightly, he pushed in and out of her quickly, keeping himself pressed up tight against her ass and not pulling out very far before slamming himself home, rocking her body in a continuous, hard and fast rhythm.

He wrapped his left hand further up her throat and squeezed with both hands. Y/N could feel her climax building as the lack of oxygen made dark spots begin to move around the edges of her vision.

Just as she was sure she was going to pass out, he let go and grabbed hold of her hips, pulling out and slamming into her so hard, it felt like he was ripping her apart. The harshness of his thrusts combined with the oxygen returning in a rush to her lungs and brain, gave Y/N the biggest and longest orgasm she'd ever experienced.

She screamed again, and knew she'd pay for it, but she couldn't have stopped it.

As she came down from the high, he spun her around to face him and then pushed her down on her knees. She landed hard on the concrete and felt it scrape her skin.

But she didn't even have time to gasp because the moment her knees hit the ground, he was prying open her jaw and ramming his cock down her throat.

She gagged on it again and again. But he was merciless, he held her head in both his massive hands and wouldn't let her move away.

"Maybe this will shut you up. Huh? Can't talk around my cock in your mouth, can you, bitch?"

Y/N felt the saliva and tears dripping down her cheeks as he pressed deep down the back of her throat, holding her face tight to the base of his cock. Again as her vision began to waver, he pulled out and Y/N coughed and choked as ropey strings of spit and precum kept her mouth connected to his dick.

She pulled in gulping breaths before he pushed himself back in, hitting the back of her throat again and pulling all the way out, slowly.

Y/N swallowed quickly, loving the taste of his saltiness on her tongue. He moved in and out of her mouth a half dozen more times, smoothly and slowly before he pulled out completely.

He twisted her hair in his fist again and pulled it hard, arching her neck and forcing her head back. He smacked his dick against her cheek and then tapped it against her lips.

"Open your mouth, whore. This is what you've been wanting. Take it."

He pumped his cock twice and ropes of hot cum shot across her face, falling into her mouth, where she swallowed it up quickly, licking it from her lips as he yanked her head back again while he pumped his cock with his other hand, his hips bucking, balls slapping against her chin.

With a final groan and a shudder, he let go of Y/N's hair and stepped back.

As she kneeled there, covered in his cum, still shuddering from her own incredible climax, he put his cock back in his pants and pulled them back up over his ass, which was as far as he'd undressed.

Unsure of what else to do, and already missing the fullness of his cock inside her, Y/N stood up and tried to wipe her face off with her shirt the best she could.

He started to walk away and she called out to him.

"Wait! I don't even know your name."

He walked back to her, pushing into her personal space until she was pressed up against the wall again.

His eyes sparkled bright green above her before they blinked black for just a second. Y/N gasped, already sure that it had just been a trick of the dim light of the garage.

"The name is Dean. And it's too bad I didn't pay attention to you till tonight. We could have been having weeks of fun." He sighed. "But now, I gotta leave."

He pressed his plump, soft lips against her neck for a moment before he opened his mouth and sunk his teeth into her skin hard enough that she gasped in pain and could feel a little blood trickle down, staining her white shirt.

Her inner walls clenched at the pain and pleasure his mouth was bringing her. He pulled back and grinned at her expression of ecstasy.

His voice was all gravel and wickedness. "Obviously, I picked the wrong girl to fuck at The Black Spur." With that he patted her cheek and disappeared into the darkness.

Y/N's dreams were never free of the green-eyed man named Dean, and his black-eyed sins. The heat and pleasure of him haunted her all the rest of her days.

And she wouldn't have traded a moment of it.

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UT and it’s AUs

BNHA

Hetalia

WKM-verse

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Things I will write for if it’s shown that there is interest in them;

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Details about the characters (ie. ‘So and so does this in their spare time’)

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Fics

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Michael Afton (FNAF)

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Karl Jacobs (DSMP/TFTSMP)

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Jack Walten (TWF)

Rosemary Walten (TWF)

Burgerpants (UT)

Time (LU)

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Malon (LU)

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Flaky (HTF)

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Ballora (FNAF SL)

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Sha (TWF)

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Sun (FNAF SB)

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Tsuyu (BNHA)

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Error (UT AU)

Geno (UT AU)

Horror (UT AU)

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Dust (UT AU)

Killer (UT AU)

Nightmare (UT AU)

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Yancy (MKPR)

The Host (MKPR)

Google IRL (MKPR)

Damien (WKM)

Celine (WKM)

Lydia (Skyrim)

Vilkas (Skyrim)

Farkas (Skyrim)

Fralia (Skyrim)

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Out of the ones I write for, the ones I am most likely to write are DSMP, TFTSMP, BNHA, FNAF, Egos, and HTF.

I adore that show and it’s characters (thanks FNF mods for making me aware of it’s existence) and it is one of my current fixations.

I’m most used to writing headcanons, as it’s how I write things for myself.

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[iamanartichoke]

In which I react to the trailer, bit by bit, because why not? 

This post is long and image-heavy; sorry, dashboard. 

So first of all, the line that keeps running through my head is a line from a fic AU - Have Tesseract, Will Travel by WinterDusk - wherein Alternate Timeline Loki catches up with Post-Endgame Thor. It’s a glorious series and everyone should go read it right now.

“The Tesseract skids to a stop at Loki’s feet. Loki, not being entirely stupid, picks it up.”

It’s such a good line that it should be, like, a narrative voiceover or something. But anyway. 

I have to say, I love seeing Loki’s “old” armour again, as opposed to what he was wearing in Ragnarok/IW (and what he died in, sorry, what?). His hair is definitely doing something inconsistent, but I’m not terribly bothered by it. (I’m glad his hair looks natural and a bit chaotic, as opposed to the stiff, awkward wigs.) And he’s landed in a desert - so, where has he ended up? On Earth? On another planet? Another galaxy? I guess we’ll find out. 

“You’re taking me somewhere to kill me.” 

I think it’s interesting that Loki assumes that they’re going to try to kill him. He doesn’t look afraid, he doesn’t look surprised, just resigned: You’re going to kill me. I think it makes sense that this would be his reaction, in that he can’t fucking catch a break and he knows it. I’m interested to see how they managed to overpower him enough to get that collar around his neck, which I’m assuming is something that suppresses his magic. A fight scene? 

Another note: the scar on his forehead has already healed up; depending on how quickly he heals, this could be a few days or a few weeks after the opening shot. Either he wasn’t captured right away, or he’s been sitting in a cell for awhile before they deign to bring him elsewhere. 

Also, I didn’t recognize Owen Wilson right away. He looks like a kinda weird combination of Howard Stark and General Ross, lmao. 

Idk about the “you love to talk” line bc Loki doesn’t really like to talk - but, it’s also fair to say that the assumption could be made if one was basing his understanding of Loki on what we saw in Avengers (similar to how Tony says Loki’s a “full-tilt diva,” it doesn’t make it true, just makes it someone else’s perception).

I really like Loki’s “wtf” expression when he looks at Owen Wilson, though. 

Friendly reminder that Loki is the protagonist in his series, which means he’s probably going to going up against whatever big bad this is. Which means we get to see him in the context of being the one the audience is rooting for, instead of the villain. 

I think Loki looks the most beautiful here. Look at that face, that tiny little smirk, that luscious hair. Aw yisss. More of this Loki please (for aesthetic purposes). 

I like his expression here; reminds me a bit of when he’s brought in front of Odin in TDW, but a bit more uncertain - as if he’s thinking, I don’t know what’s going to happen, but I’m not going to let you know that I’m concerned. If that makes sense. 

I also dig the music. 

I wonder if they’re showing Loki possible futures (considering he’s now created a new timeline) or if it’s strictly Loki-Prime’s life, and if it’s the latter, I am super curious to see how he reacts to the loss of Asgard and the subsequent run-in with Thanos. I hope he does not get shown his death because, butter-knife-stupidity aside, it was so brutal that showing it to him would just be cruel, I would think. 

This shot is interesting to me bc it’s from Loki’s POV - it’s what Loki sees when he realizes he’s surrounded. So where are these images coming from, anyway? Maybe the collar isn’t a magic thing, maybe it gives them the ability to see inside of Loki’s mind - or, to at least pull images from it. Idk. I like how Loki is still not showing much emotion, though; he’s just sitting there, arms folded, like okay, sure. 

Until here. What does Loki see that makes him close his eyes and turn away? He looks annoyed, he looks exhausted, he looks fed up. My first thought was that he was turning away at the shot of the Avengers - the reminder that he lost, or that he failed. Maybe Owen Wilson was saying something taunting about it. But really, it could be anything. It’s a really interesting moment, though, because it’s a genuine reaction from Loki and I’m hoping that it implies he feels some kind of way about New York and perhaps will talk about it - like that he lost on purpose, or he’ll mention Thanos, or something. Again, Loki being the protagonist means that there’s a ton of potential for really getting Loki’s side of things, and if they’re going through his memories, then we might get to see Loki talk about those memories. 

This looks like Loki’s gone from being the TVA’s prisoner to working for them, which is interesting, but not entirely unexpected, if we’re to assume that the TVA’s interests lie in defeating the hooded big bad from before and they need Loki to do it. I’m also curious if they never intended to capture him long-term at all but, in fact, sought him out because of his magic/skills/etc in order to help them. That would also make sense - that it’s more of a recruiting thing than a punishment thing - considering that Loki isn’t even the one who fucked up the timeline to begin with and that the Avengers are the ones responsible for that. 

We love a flippy-knife Loki, don’t we? 

Post-apocalyptic future? Potential of what could have happened if Loki (and, by extension, Thanos) had won? Or an alternate timeline altogether? I have no idea. Loki looks so smol though, all alone in the ruins. 

I really hope this is a wig and Loki didn’t cut his hair, bc this just looks like Tom with short black hair, lmao. Like the Night Manager with a Loki smirk. It’s not bad, I just don’t care for it. I wonder how Asgard will react when Loki shows up looking like that. 

Action shots! Loki doing stuff! Fighting! Random twirly girl! I’m here for all of the action sequences and I’m not sorry. 

Imagine being that girl. Hoo. 

Everyone was talking about Sam jumping out of the plane without a parachute and haha, another one like Steve, but just look at Loki’s bad ass soaring through the clouds. Also, I am a loser, but the one inconsistency in the “Loki is DB Cooper” theory - for me - is that I thought it was night time and raining when DB jumped. But, that’s just me. 

Also, has Loki always pronounced Heimdall like that? HeimDAAALL, like with a hard A? Or is that also just me? 

And there’s the Bifrost, pulling short-haired DB Cooper Loki to Asgard. 

(That little window for the Falcon trailer came up and I couldn’t minimize it, sorry.) 

I have no idea what is going on here, but I have to say, that gravelly come on! What did you expect? is all kinds of pleasing to me. I have always loved Tom’s deep Loki voice. I am assuming this is something from the comics or that it’s an alternate reality Loki or something like that, but again, context matters and this was really the only part of the trailer that (the first time) made me go, uh can we not? Who knows. 

And there we are. My honest opinion is that, while some of it seems questionable, it overall seems kind of promising to me? I think that if you read between the lines, so to speak, and pick up on all of Loki’s little tells and micro-expressions, what we’ll probably end up seeing is a combination of Thor 1/TDW Loki with a side of Avengers and some Ragnarok-flavored sprinkles. I also think that the trailer has probably sliced up and served the juiciest bits to appeal not just to Loki’s core fanbase but to the Ragnarok fans and to the casual MCU fans who may want to tune in for fun. 

Again, we’re getting approximately two full-length movies worth of a story in which Loki is the protagonist. And I’ll just say it: my initial overall reaction was that I liked it. I’m apprehensive, but I’m hopeful. Look at it this way: nothing in this series will be worse than what we already had to endure in Infinity War. 

So, yeah. We’ll see what happens, but I think it’ll be okay and, even if it’s not? Well, on the bright side, there’s more footage and content to inspire brilliant fanworks (fics, music vids, art, etc), which is just the new life that needs to be breathed into the Loki fandom right now. In my opinion.  

[sequencefairy]

Over at the @skepticbeliever-bookclub​, we spend a lot of time talking about fic and reccing it to each other. As an extension of that, we thought it might be fun for whoever could to share recs with everyone else too! This fandom has some preternaturally talented writers, and we are all blessed to be able to read their words. 

I’m specifically going to focus on some faves of mine that are ‘hidden gems’ - ie: fics that I think are underrated and deserve significantly more attention than they currently get. 

Keep an eye out on the bookclub blog for other people’s rec posts and share your own as well! 

And now, without further ado, recs under the cut. Standard warnings of check tags and ratings before you read apply! If you happen to give any of these a read, please leave them some love in the comments! <3

📖 collapse in threads by sky_somedays “Shane Madej, did you just use a basketball reference to tell me you want to be my superhero sidekick?”

Shane’s expression is long-suffering. “Jesus Christ. You got me. That’s the insidiousness of your influence."

📖 love and deep dish pizza by punk_rock_yuppie Ryan wants Shane to dress up as a pizza delivery guy. Don’t ask why, not even Ryan knows.

Or, alternatively titled, 'Hot Buff Young Man Wants a Slice of Lanky Pizza Delivery Boy.'

📖 this boy is a bottom by blacktofade It happens just after they file the incorporation papers for Watcher Entertainment, which makes it the second most irrational decision of Shane’s life.

📖 lookin’ for high, divine connection by loveontherocks "hello I see you’re 102 feet away and I have a proposition for you. I’m currently eating macaroni and cheese and I want something to drink but all I have in my apartment rn is orange soda left over from a Halloween party and I do not want to drink that. SO….if you go to 7/11 and get me a double gulp horchata and bring it to my apartment I’ll blow you"

or; shane goes to 7/11 and gets a blow job out of it.

📖 i got my swim trunks, and my flippie-floppies by elasticellla All the way back in January, Shane decided he wanted to spend his birthday on the high seas. Which, admittedly, Ryan thought he meant getting high in a canoe not actually sailing out into the ocean.

📖 ‘cause nothing can measure by angelsaves Every so often, Ryan just needs something to shut up his brain, okay? He just doesn't always make the best choices about it. Shane disapproves, and has a better idea.

📖 you’ll never know what hit you by callunavulgari "C’mon, ghost,” Shane urges. “Make all my dreams come true. Fuck me up, fam.”

All around them, the world is still.

Shane cracks an eye open and squints at him. “Did it work?”

📖 it’s no good unless it grows by allredpen “I mean, you’re the one who told Sean we’d be taking a nap together.”

God, his heart was hammering in his chest, and he ached to roll over, away from Shane’s scrutiny, away from that physical presence looming tall over his own bed.

Shane laughed softly, but he had inched forward, his knees bent and resting on the edge of the mattress.

“Did I?” He asked, leaning forward to place his palms on the mattress. “I guess I did. Would you believe me if I told you it was the pie madness talking?”

In which Shane leads a horse to water, but Ryan makes it drink.

📖 for you i’ll be poetic by miraclesofpaul AU. Ryan starts getting gifts from a secret admirer. Too bad he has a huge, hopeless crush on his coworker Shane, and there’s no way in hell that Shane likes him back.

📖 a rush at the beginning (i get caught up) by emptyswimmingpools They still act like best friends, but sometimes Ryan will hold his hand underneath the desk at work, sometimes Shane will gently press a kiss against Ryan’s cheek at the end of the day, sometimes the air around them changes and their eyes meet in a way that’s so stripped, so knowing and open, it’ll leave Shane’s knees weak and his head heavy.

They talk about ghosts. They talk about popcorn. They talk about anything and everything, but they don’t talk about - this. Them. The possibility - no, the certainty - that their relationship is shifting, transitioning.

📖 the kitchen sessions by makemadej How to make a business baby, starring the usual suspects.

📖 secrets i have held in my heart are harder to hide than i thought by drunkkenobi This was not how any of this was supposed to go. Shane was so sure that his intentions had been clear, if fueled by alcohol. But Ryan kept apologizing, like it was all one big regret. Like Shane regretted it.

He didn’t. He was confused, scared, and hungover, but regretful? Never. Not even now, with everything Shane had worked so hard for in danger of slipping through his fingers. Last night had been one of the best, most exhilarating, most profound nights of his life. He would never take it back. Not ever.

📖 yank by siegeofangels In which the bodycam harnesses get put to good use

[evenshands]

heylooo rino! got strangely reminiscent the other day and went back and read just add water, which was (and still is!) one of my absolute faves. i didn't realize you had added more to the verse! so i devoured all those too in excitement as well. missing that verse and your writing so much today, hope you're doing well :] if you ever write more for them i'll be here! also don't mind me while i now go and check out that boarding school au [eye emoji] Xx hope you're well!

omg flippy anon is that you!!!??? how are you my ANGEL?! i am so happy to hear from you and so pleased that you reread my lil fic! (i also did that a few weeks ago bc im my own biggest Stan and i MISS it!) i wish i still had motivation to write for that verse and the boarding school one and the wizard isak one i miss them all so much but alas my brain has migrated to New Things (so take this as your warning that sfht and familiar may never be finished :( )

BUT STILL i hope ur good too!!! lots and lots aand lots of love and smooches to youuuuuuuu <33333

[babyybitchhh]

An unsolicited letter to @kazooli, nothing much to see here. 😗

Let me start by saying that I had to run a bath and light some candles before settling in to read Westermarck. Somehow it just felt like the right thing to do. My horny sixth sense was tingling and it said “bitch, you need to set the mood for this one.” And boy, was it right. 💦

I didn’t even bother reading the snippet beforehand because you always deliver without fail so imagine my goddamn surprise when the fic was about taking a bath with Touya-nii. Absolutely shooketh. I also realize, btw, that I didn’t necessarily have to pay to read it but I wanted to. Buy yourself something nice? Put it towards next months rent? It’s yours, go forth and prosper however you see fit. You MORE than earned it on this one.

Your prose is just ...

I pray this doesn’t come off wrong but the tone of the fic, the inflection of the narrative, reminded me a LOT of Lolita - of course without the wishy washy, flippy floppy unreliability of a monster trying to either justify his actions or shift the blame. There was no such deception here. Not even a hint of it and I loved that. Touya-nii revels in his depravity and so does reader-chan despite her initial tsun act which really took it to the next level for me. I’ve read a lot of your fics, as you know, and I think this is easily one of your best works to date, second only to the multi chapter Shiggy story that I can’t recall the name of at the moment. Like, I cannot stress enough how enjoyable this read was. I mean obviously I felt the need to make a post about it so kudos?

Also I can’t sign off on this without mentioning just how pleased I was to see Enji mentioned, even in passing. The Todoroki’s, as a unit, have so much potential for fucked up degeneracy and I’m honestly living for these Flowers in the Attic vibes like I’m getting paid to do it so I always greatly enjoy your spin on these family affairs. I could and absolutely WOULD read an entire series about this single narrative. 😂

So yeah. Thanks for all your hard work, it really showed in the overall quality of the fic, and I hope you made rent on time! 💗

[neonlaynes]

fic + writer appreciation post !!

 @ritahaeworth is /everything!!!/ any time she uploads/updates? the speed at which I drop everything to read her fic is incomprehensible. her work is evocative, raw, rips out your heart and I adore every second of it. lipgallagher on ao3.

@flippyspoon //The Buddy System 

I remember reading this back when I got into Harringrove in Feb 2018, Billy and Nancy friendship combo is something I never knew I needed but they are absolutely savage and a Menace!! love that for them. flippy is fantastic at serving up that sweet sweet fluff with a dash of angst!

@tracy7307 // Take Me with U

another fluff master; they go CAMPING!! tracy captures the tentative first few steps before a relationship so well for steve and billy; that slow burn is so rewarding!! imagining them under the stars, gazing into each others’ eyes...how blissful!

@granpappy-winchester // cherry 

full disclosure I do and I Will love everything sara does ... be it art or fic. cherry brings forth such a lovely imagery of a soft billy getting in touch with who he is and who he wants to be, and as always the interactions between him and steve are delightfully bantering!!

Little Beast by retoxification // the first few chapters broke my heart with how they wrote the tenuous relationship blossoming between steve and billy after how much billy hurt steve, and how billy navigates his guilt. lots of tender, raw moments.

@twobrokenwyngs // the only thing constant

the quintessential fic of “show, don’t tell”. they weave enough of an image of what billy and steve were like -- and leave just enough holes for you to fill in the gap, to wonder about their past. it’s what keeps you on the edge of your seat and waiting with bated breath. billy’s pining is so palpable, I just want that boy to be happy!!

@yolo-contendre​ // east of eden (and going west)

childhood friends AU.......and billy forever pining.......my god. it’s unhealthy af for him to be so over the moon on steve and dependent on him that he’s self-sabotaging in order to gain a scrap of steve’s attention....but I live for it. I’m anxious as to what will happen!! 

@pretendimstraight // i haven’t forgotten you yet

looks like I have an inclination for “lost love regained” relationships......ugh!! steve admitting billy was the best thing to ever happen to him ... billy’s rightful indignation at steve’s departure, them reconciling!! the dialogue is so well written!!

 @eternalgoldfish // tides will bring me back to you

I should Not spoil anything so basically: ghost billy. the interactions between characters and the characterization of everyone is just pure joy! so excited to see this fic update in my inbox, and I’m holding onto the hope that...it’ll all work out in the end. 

Yourself or Someone Like You (aka Steve and Billy are In Love) series by halfempty // currently 700k of slow, simmering tender love. I am so amazed at their dedication and the fact that when they update it’s usually 10k+ a chapter? so it’s always a treat to get comfortable and savor their writing!! I promise this series is well worth your time.

@highon85 // Kill me with your smile

this was so so sweet!! always love the secret admirer leaving gifts trope, and v did such a lovely job with billy’s pining -- my favorite kind of billy!! also, of course if you’re more comfortable with it -- I would LOVE to see more of your art too, your work is exquisite!!

@hoppnhorn​ + @the-copperkid // if you don’t like the company, let’s just do it you and me 

🔥🔥🔥 what a combo, what a duo. billy’s gross pining + steve indulging the man - chef’s kiss. both authors also have stellar portfolios of solo works, so please check them out!! some personal favs: rachel with her motogp AU, and the-copperkid with a modern missed connections AU!

@brawlite +  @toast-ranger-to-a-stranger // Wicked Game(s)

another dynamic duo!! I LOVE it when ABO tropes are subverted!! as always, they excel in crafting such a heady and sensual air whenever billy and steve interact in any capacity beyond being just friends. some personal favs: lane with and plenty of seeds in a lemon where billy pretends to be steve’s weed dealer and cass with Under the Covers which is Basically a classic now? and also there’s nothing wrong with me (loving you, baby) , which I only NOW discovered?? coworkers steve and billy is just so good!!

come on (you stranger, you legend, you martyr) and shine by buckyjbarnnes

post-s3 tender goodness -- billy’s got some powers! you feel as if you’re a present bystander during scenes - you can feel the train of thought running through both billy and steve’s heads -- and isn’t that something!

@hexlikesramennoodles // This Jelly

super hot and heavy, mysteriously attractive man turns up and is Practically a neighbor with how often he’s there for work anyway, and gradual falling in love? sign me up!! I also have to thank hex for the imagery of billy covered in beautiful tattoos as well...what a vision!!

@ihni // we stan a multitalented star...what can moa NOT do?? fic, art(both realistic/stylized/cartoon), poetry, sewing....wowow!! check out her art here and her writing here ; you can feel the love she puts into all her work!!

truly, this fandom has been so wonderful to share in!! there’s a plethora of amazing fics and writers that I simply cannot fit all my thoughts into one post -- I appreciate every single one of you. happy fic writer appreciation day!!

[berkmansimagines]

Break In (Barry Berkman Imagine)

A/N: I want to give a special thanks to my friend @fangirl-imagines​ for inspiring me with this awesome idea! These teen daughter fics have been so much fun to write and I want to thank everyone who reads my stuff!

Gif credit goes to @whiteelephantssittingducks​

tw: violence, language, attempted kidnapping

“Are you ready to go, Barry?”

“Yeah, Sally, right behind you. Y/n, do you want to come with us?”

Barry and Sally are at the front door of your apartment, getting ready to pick up the take out for tonight.

“I can’t. I need to stay here and wait for Steve,” you explain to your father, remaining seated on the couch.

Steve is your classmate and Chemistry lab partner. You started out as friends but you quickly developed a crush on him. He developed feelings for you as well. After you told each other how you felt, you started dating. He’s your first boyfriend and you’re really happy right now. Steve’s coming over tonight to have take out and watch a movie with you, your father and Sally.

When it came to Steve, Barry communicated in grunts and quiet passive aggressive comments. You liked Steve a lot and really wanted your dad to get along with your new boyfriend. Steve’s a great guy and so good to you, you hope that he will be around for a while. Getting your father’s approval would make things a lot easier going forward. You planned this night in hopes that Barry would get to know Steve more.

“Just leave the door unlocked, dad. Steve’s going to be here any minute,” you tell Barry.

“Hmmmm,” Barry sighs.

The thought of leaving the door unlocked made him uneasy. A few weeks ago, you and Barry found a manilla envelope slipped underneath the door, filled with surveillance photos of the two of you. He’s been extra cautious and looking over his shoulder ever since.

“Come on, Bar, we’ll be back in like fifteen minutes,” Sally tries.

“I’ll be fine, dad! I’ve got a baseball bat in my room and I can totally take on anybody who dares to break in,” your face lights up.

“Y/n, honey, we’ve already been over this. You can’t take on an intruder with your bat,” Barry shakes his head.

Sally takes Barry’s hand and leads him out the front door, “Be back soon!”

Barry closes the door behind him, locking it. Sally shrugs and shakes her head. She doesn’t know the real reason Barry wanted to keep the door locked and just assumes he doesn’t want Steve to come over.

“I think you should lighten up on Steve a bit,” Sally tells Barry as they start walking towards the stairs.

“What?”

Barry snaps back to reality. He then decides to go along with Sally rather than tell her the truth.

“Why? He’s dating my kid and it’s my job to look out for her. I won’t let her get hurt.”

“Oh please! He’s harmless. Trust me, there were signs with Sam in high school that I completely overlooked but now I know what to look for. Steve is not like that at all,” Sally nods, “He’s just a sweet kid who looks after his single mom, plays D&D with his little brother and is crazy about your daughter… but not in like a creepy Fear sort of way.”

“How do you know so much about Steve?” Barry raises an eyebrow.

“Y/n told me! And she’d tell you too if you weren’t so weird about it all the time,” Sally answers.

While your father and Sally are out picking up the food, Steve texts you to tell you he’s on his way. You run up to the front door and unlock it once again before going to your bedroom to change into a cuter top. You want to look nice for Steve. You look yourself over in the mirror when you hear the front door open. It must be Steve! Excited, you rush out to greet your boyfriend.

“Hey St-” you stop mid-sentence and gasp. It’s not Steve.

An older, scary looking man stands before you. You’ve never seen him before, you’d remember if you had. You quickly go back to your bedroom and grab the baseball bat you keep by the door.

“Get out of here!” you swing your bat at the man, taking a step forward to get out of your bedroom.

The man takes a step back and narrowly misses getting hit. You take another step forward and swing at the bat. The man steps backwards once again, but doesn’t avoid the bat. You hit him in the arm and he yelps in pain. You swiftly swing your bat a third time, but this time the man grabs the other end and stops your swing mid-air.

“Shit!” you mutter to yourself.

The stranger takes hold of the bat and roughly yanks it out of your hands, causing you to fall down. The man throws the bat on the ground towards the door as you stand to your feet. He slowly approaches you and you nervously back away from him. The man had a smirk on his face, you could tell he was enjoying this.

“Who are you? What do you want?” you ask, protectively crossing your arms over your chest.

You back into the wall. The man stops a few feet away from you, but he’s so much larger than you that there’s no way you could get around him. You’re out of moves. He has you cornered now.

“Your father took something from me… someone. In my own home. So I figured I’d go over to his place and return the favor. Take something from him,” the man explains, “I’ve been watching Barry for weeks and you’re the most important thing to him.”

“So you’re the one… who left the pictures under the door?” you gulp. Your heart is racing right now, you’re terrified.

The man nods, “Your father is going to pay for what he did.”

He pulls out a switchblade from his back pocket. You gasp.

“No! No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no….” you plead, “Please don’t kill me.”

“I’m not going to kill you...yet. You’re coming with me,” the man reaches out to grab you.

“HEY!”

Suddenly Steve jumps in front of you, bat in hand. He swings the bat at the intruder’s hand, causing him to drop the switchblade.

“STEVE!”

He takes a step forward and another swing at the bat and hits the intruder in the chest. Steve confidently flips the bat in his hands and takes another swing at the intruder, striking him in the arm. He’s pushing the intruder away from you.

“Stay away from her!” Steve yells.

Steve takes another swing at the bat and the intruder grabs onto the other end, just like he did with you. The man then sucker punches Steve in the face, causing him to drop the bat. He falls back and almost hits the coffee table.

“No!” you scream.

The intruder starts charging for you. Steve rises to his feet, picking up a remote off the coffee table and flipping it from one hand to another. He impulsively punches the intruder in the face. The man falls to the floor. A breathless Steve runs his fingers through his hair, drops the remote and picks up the bat. He looks down at the intruder - making sure he doesn’t get up again. Your attacker is knocked out cold.

“Steve!” you run up to your boyfriend, “Are you okay?”

“Sorry I was late! My mom had to work a double shift… I needed to make my brother dinner….”  Steve tries to catch his breath, “Are you okay?”

You and Steve wrap your arms around each other. You give him a small kiss but you’re both breathless. You look each other over to make sure you were both okay. You had no idea Steve had that type of fight in him.

“How did you know how to do that bat flippy spin thing? That was awesome!” you brush some hair out of his face.

“I don’t even know! It just happened,” Steve shakes his head, “Who the fuck was that guy? Did he hurt you?”

“I…..” you have no idea what to say or where to begin.

The front door creaks open, startling you. Steve instinctively puts himself in front of you and gets the bat ready, protecting you from whatever is about to come through the door.

“What the hell happened here?”

You and your boyfriend sigh in relief and put your guard down when you see Barry and Sally walk in. They just got back from picking up the take out. Steve puts the bat down at his side.

“Dad!”

You and Barry rush towards each other. He pulls you into a big hug, then puts his hand on your shoulders and looks you up and down for any injuries.

“What happened?” Barry asks in a low, serious voice.

“This guy came in and… and Steve…he saved me,” you tell your father.

Barry’s eyes widen as he looks down at the unconscious intruder and then back at you. You give him a small nod. Barry quickly puts the pieces together and figures out who this man actually is.

“What?” Barry is stunned.

“Oh my God! I’m so happy you’re okay,” Sally approaches you.

Sally wraps her arm around your shoulder. You pull away from your father and give Sally a hug. Barry stares at Steve, not sure how to react.

“When I got here this dude was coming at y/n with a knife. I fought him off,” Steve explains, “I think he wanted to kidnap her or something. What kind of psycho does something like that?”

Barry’s face drops. He knows the intruder’s motive. The only reason this man was after you was because he was trying to get to Barry. He looks at you and Sally.

“Is that true?” he asks you.

You nod and look down at your feet. Barry takes a deep breath and coldly stares at the unconscious man on his floor. He’s so mad that this guy went after you. All Barry wants to do is kill him right now, but he can’t. He’ll deal with this piece of shit later.

Barry looks up at his girlfriend, she always had a way of calming him down. Sally gives Barry the ‘I told you so’ look. She was right, Steve’s a good guy.

“Thank you, Steve,” Sally nods.

Barry sighs and turns back to Steve.

“Thank you for, uh, saving my daughter,” Barry says sincerely.

[prettyboyporter]

Comment tag game!

Share (excerpts from) 5 of your favorite comments you got on your fics (etc) this year and tag some friends!

I was tagged on this ages ago by @klayr-de-gall , @kingsandsaints , and @thelittlestgremlin and never got around to doing this, and it took me so long because I knew it would be VERY HARD for me to pick only 5 comments that mean a lot to me. As content creators know, comments are AMAZING GIFTS given by readers when they want to publicly state what they liked about a fic and seriously make creators feel validated and like what they do is worthwhile. It’s FUEL and I love every single comment I’ve received.  So, in no particular order, here are MORE THAN FIVE. I literally could not narrow it down to five:

From @missroserose on Slippery When Wet:

I'm sure a bunch of people have commented on this bit already, but I don't even care. It's amazing. It killed me. I'm dead and it's all because you're amazing. <3

Ambrosia was referring to a Billy’s first kiss with Steve, a moment I’d described using extended sound/musical metaphors, and I really appreciated that she’d copy/pasted that bit to outline as a favorite as it was a part I was particularly proud of writing. 

From @lynn76 on Slippery When Wet: 

This is so great- it reads like a dream come true, like I could see it happening like a movie. I wish I could be a director and make a movie of it. Love, love it! I'm gonna comment again with favorite lines AFTER I sleep! Thank you again, for all your hard work, Tracy.

To know that the person for whom I’d written the fic really enjoyed it means everything. 

From Manniface on ao3 on Boldly Go: 

I love all of this and want 4 seasons if a TV show.

I WANT FOUR SEASONS OF A TV SHOW OF MY OWN FIC TOO LMAO. A harringroe Trek AU was a goddamn BLAST to write. 

From @ihni on Rivers Til I Reach You: 

"You are a son to all of us now" - this is where I got tears in my eyes, although I didn't let them fall until Max and Lucas and Dustin decorated his apartment and hugged him, and he let himself be loved. Ugh, that broke me a little. Christmas, and people doing nice things for each other, and someone who didn't think he'd ever have these things, having these things... I am weak, so weak, for those things.

And his scars. Him reading them all wrong, and Steve infusing them with love and adoration with every kiss. Maaan, I love scars. Because they're proof that you lived through something horrible but survived; got through it. And Billy did that. He got through the horrible thing, and now he's being rewarded with all the things he could never have dreamt about: love, a town full of people who wants him to do well, and people to help and support him.

Ihni really hit the nail on the head with what I wanted readers to take away from this fic: a town full of people who wanted to help and support Billy as well as Steve, who wants to infuse all of his love into Billy, into his scars. 

From @uncle-keery on Take Me with U: 

GUESS WHOOOS BACCKKKK

LOL so that was uncle-keery’s .. 4th?? comment on the fic. She truly took the “leave a comment since you can’t leave another kudos” rule of thumb to heart haha. I love that. 

From Anon on ao3 on Take Me with U: 

So this has to be one of my favourite fics ever. This line "So for the first time, Billy allowed himself to be touched, in this secluded part of the beach with rustling grass and warm sun and Steve’s long fingers." TRULY got me like nothing else. Their tenderness here with each other and like the camaraderie and just EVERYTHING. ALL OF IT. <333

From @sarahstarkiller on Take Me with U: 

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. SOFT BOYS BEING SOFT; CAN MY HEART HANDLE IT? BARELY. Honestly though, Tracy, WOW. Well done. So beautiful. I myself *felt* the sun and the sand on Billy’s shoulder and I could smell the smoke in Steve’s hair. GOD, the part about Steve calling Billy’s birthmark his?? I am deceased. That is so sweet and I’m so glad his birthmark is finally getting the recognition it deserves!! May I also note: “Steve kissed him.” So simple, so effective, and yet my heart flew out of my chest. I LOVE THIS AND I LOVE YOU. WOW.

I was so, SO happy to give a reader specific details to walk away with. That means a lot, and Sarah picking out those details meant I’d done a good job. 

From Panoraia on ao3 on Take Me with U: 

It made me feel things i havent felt in a looong fucking time. Like literal butterflies. I thought i was too old for that shit. But naah. My hands were shaking in a train on the way to work. Thanks for that. Also fuck you. But mostly thank you. For writing and sharing and all that. My day is much better now.

I love it when people say where they were when they read it and their reaction in that moment. Plus the “fuck you. But mostly thank you.” had me rolling laughing, lol. I adore this comment. 

From @flippyspoon on Boldly Go: 

I'M SO GLAD I DIDN'T THINK TO MUCH ABOUT TNG AND BETAZOIDS TO REMEMBER 'IMZADI' (I read the book 'Imzadi' back in the day even lol). BECAUSE WHAT A GUT PUNCH. HE CALLED STEVE IMZADI I'M DEAD DEEEEEAAD. WHY CAN'T THIS BE A REAL SHOW THAT I CAN WATCH OR READ FOR LIKE 300K WORDS LOL.

To have another Trek fan comment about how much they loved the fic and want like MORE fic or even a show is a top compliment lol but like it was a SPECIAL moment for me to work the word imzadi into the fic, and I’m SO glad it was meaningful for flippy, too. 

From @granpappy-winchester -- an excerot of her comment on Boldly Go: 

I know literally nothing about any of the Star Trek things except they involve space and there are aliens and like, DUDE, I love how accessible your story is!! You made it very easy to follow along for someone who is super unfamiliar with any of this universe. AND I LOVE that Billy is an empath! It fits him so well and it adds this bit of mystery to him too because he can read Steve's emotions so well but there's always going to be a 'WHY does he feel this way??' question tacked on which has the possibility of being very conflicting for the two of them (and then you have Steve who doesn't have that ability to read Billy's emotions but at the same time it seems like he CAN, like he knows Billy so well it doesnt matter if he's an empath or not, he KNOWS Billy). AND OMG. Billy standing up for Steve to his dad. Like. Goddamn so sweet.

This is but a sample of the kind of comment that granpappy-winchester (LazyBaker on ao3) leaves on fics. Sara’s comments ALWAYS describe how the fic makes he feel, points out specific details and lines, and more than anything -- they make you feel VALUED as a writer. Getting a comment from Sara is one of the greatest things you could ask for as a writer. 

I’m gonna tag some writers and also artists, and if you’d like to recognize some of your fav comments, please feel free to do so! @wrecked-fuse @granpappy-winchester @sparkleeye @kyrosh @gothyringwald @dobetterbillyhargrove @wingedbears @cherry-toxic @sarahstarkiller @ihni

[auroraphilealis]

Call Your Wife (tell her it’s over please)

Call Your Wife (tell her it’s over please) | Phil doesn’t know how he ended up in a relationship with a married man, but he did, and the day Dan leaves his wife… well, Phil doesn’t know if it’ll ever come. | Phan | Teen and Up | Affair, Happy Ending | 2,173 Words

Disclaimer: In no way do I pretend that this is real or cast aspersions on Dan or Phil.

Before I left the PFC, the group decided to do a Secret Santa, and though we had to postpone a few times, and I struggled to feel up to writing, I still managed to create something that I hope will make my person incredibly happy. It reflected what I thought they would personally enjoy, and therefore, I really hope you enjoy this fic Phantom ( @etoilesdephan)! I hope that you know just how much you mean to me, and though we don’t always get to spend time together, I love you with all my heart. I hope that your holidays were as good as they could be, and that the new year treats you right <3

(Ao3)

--

It happened way too fast for Phil to even realize what was happening; a whirlwind romance that didn’t even make any sense, because Phil knew that it was wrong. Dan Howell was not his. Dan Howell had a wife, and while they’d both decided not to have any kids, Phil had to keep reminding himself that Dan had a family, and that if he kept doing this, he was going to destroy every last inch of it.

But he couldn’t stop. It was too hard to stop when Dan’s hands were on him, sliding down his skin in a caress as soft as silk, mouth wet and full of heat against his, trailing kisses down his jawline and down over his neck in a way that made Phil’s body sing. The way their bodies connected made it all the better, Dan’s hips a soft but sure weight against his, always strong but gentle in the way he pounded into Phil on the bed, or supple and soft when Phil pressed Dan down into the pillow and took him for once.

Still, the guilt was never ending, overwhelming, seeping over Phil’s skin like a brand, burning him until he thought the whole world could see what he was; a homewrecker, an adulterer, the very man the bible called a whore. He hated himself, on those days when it got to be too much, but everytime he picked up his phone to cut it off with Dan, he found himself unable to, staring at the smiling picture of his best friend, his lover, in his contact info, and wanting nothing more than to hold onto him for every last second that he would get.

Because one day, Dan would be gone, and there would be nothing Phil could do about it.

How had Phil ever even gotten into a situation such as this? Sometimes, he didn’t know. Sometimes, he stared at himself in the mirror and wondered why he’d let it happen, and then he’d think about the way Dan used to look at him - still looked at him - and how it had made Phil’s heart sing. The first time it had done that flippy over thing, Phil had been devastated to realize that Dan wore a wedding ring, and he’d torn his gaze away from Dan in an effort to end this crush before it began.

But it was too late, because Dan liked him back, and Phil didn’t know how to stop when Dan was right there pushing back. It started with dates that weren’t dates, and too many nights spent over at each other’s houses - mostly Phil’s - watching old anime reruns and eating snacks on the sofa until they both fell asleep. Sometimes they played video games, doing their best to kick each other’s asses, and working together on some occasions. Dan brought over his favorite video games and forced Phil to enjoy them with him, and Phil found himself falling, falling, falling, until Dan leaned over one day and kissed him.

“We can’t,” Phil had whispered, eyes wide as he stared up at Dan, hovering over him with a look of smoldering desire in his eyes, but Dan had merely shook his head and kissed Phil again, and Phil had given in.

Phil always gave in, even when Dan undressed him carefully and casually in the midsts of his own home while his wife was away, taunting her, begging them to be caught, pushing Phil down on his wife’s bed and taking him like Phil was the most gorgeous person in the entire world. Phil always gave in, even when Dan shoved him into closets at work and sucked dark bruises into his neck so the whole world would know that Phil was his, even when on one could ever truly know the bruises came from Dan.

Phil even gave in when Dan snuck him off on secret retreats disguised as events for work all in the name of a romance that Phil didn’t want, and he hated himself for every stolen moments in hotel bedrooms while Dan fucked him or let Phil fuck him deep into the mattress and whispered stolen “I love you’s’” that Phil could never truly believe.

And it was hard. Every day that passed by was harder than the last, every lie something that Phil almost couldn’t stomach, and when Dan came by some days with marks on his back that Phil hadn’t left, it hurt. It hurt, but he didn’t say a word as Dan laid him down and begged Phil to replace those marks with marks of his own, painting Phil in the scent of Dan’s wife as if he didn’t understand just how much it hurt for Phil. Afterwards, Dan would level Phil with kisses and promise Phil eternity, a beautiful lie that one day, one day, Dan would leave Kate and they would be happily ever after together.

An impossibility that Phil couldn’t face.

So it hurt, it hurt every second that Phil spent in Dan’s company, and yet Dan couldn’t let it go. He couldn’t, because Dan was his, and if there was one thing Phil knew, it was that he belonged wholeheartedly to Dan Howell, and no one could replace him in Phil’s world.

**

Phil placed his luggage down in the far corner of the hotel room the moment that he and Dan stepped in, toeing off his shoes as he went through the same motions that he always went through when he and Dan went on “vacation.”

They were in Hawaii this time, Dan’s connections having gotten them the most beautiful of beautiful views from their front window, the sky and the sea below them stretching out to what seemed like eternity. Phil’s mouth was set in a grim line, though, the way it always was when Dan made Phil sneak away with him so they could sleep together with abandon, hiding but not hiding their affair. He knew that Dan would smooth it away with sweet kisses and wonderful lies in a moment, but for now, Phil could do nothing but force himself to take the punishment he deserved - the constant reprimand of his own mind that Dan was not his, that Phil was taking someone who was not his.

“Hey,” Dan whispered, taking Phil’s hand in his the moment that Phil was done emptying his pockets on the hotel bedside table. Phil’s body went limp under Dan’s touch, and he allowed himself to be turned and pulled into Dan’s arms in an instant.

“Hey,” Phil repeated back softly, staring up into dark brown eyes that smoldered with emotion that Phil could never truly read. Did Dan really love him? Phil didn’t know. He never knew. But he chose to believe the lie because he had to, because he loved Dan more than he’d ever loved anyone else in the world.

“I’ve got a surprise for you,” Dan said, leaning in close to press a soft, open mouthed kiss to Phil’s lips, his tongue skirting over plush pink lips. Phil sighed, and leaned into the kiss, opening up his own mouth to let Dan in, and savoring the taste of Dan on his tongue.

“Is that right?” Phil asked back when Dan pulled away, eyes having fluttered close and hands having reached up to bunch in the fabric of Dan’s work shirt.

“Yeah,” Dan replied, and kiss Phil again, his hands deft as he worked to undo the buttons of Phil’s shirt, pushing the sides from Phil’s shoulders until the fabric slipped to the floor and left Phil’s pale chest exposed and ready for Dan’s mouth and his hands to travel all over him. “But it’s not this,” Dan added after one more kiss, pulling back and ignoring Phil’s pitiful whine as he was made to stop touching Dan.

He didn’t understand. Dan had never not fucked Phil the moment they got inside, trying desperately to make the frown disappear from his lips, to show Phil that he “loved” him and that this trip was for them.

Phil didn’t know what to do with himself now that Dan had pulled away.

It had been a year now, of this. A whole year of sneaking around a guilt. A year of patterns and routines that Phil was comfortable with.

Still, tense as he was, and unsure, Phil allowed Dan to pull away and watched as his lover turned, shoulders tense, to face away. Suddenly, dread was pooling in Phil’s stomach, and he wasn’t sure he wanted to know what this surprise was.

Then Dan turned, his hands fumbling in the pockets of his trousers, and he dropped down to one knee.

Phil’s jaw dropped open.

“Philip Michael Lester,” Dan said, his eyes strong and sure, his hands trembling as he pulled a black, satin box from his pocket, “I told you over and over again that I was going to leave my wife for you, and I know that never once did you believe me.”

Phil started to shake his head, confused. He knew what Dan was doing, what this position meant, but he didn’t understand what was going on. What Dan meant by this. He was married, and despite the constant complaining about his wife, hadn’t once given Phil the impression that he was actually going to leave her.

Did Dan want to “marry” Phil too, somehow? Make this official in the only way he could, forcing Phil to stay with him, while he kept his wife too?

“Shh,” Dan said, voice soft and sure, drawing Phil’s attention back to him. “Shh, love. Just listen. I know you’ve never once believed that I would divorce Kate, and I don’t blame you for that. I started this relationship with you in the wrong way, and I never should have made you party to an affair with me. But I couldn’t help myself. I wanted to be with you more than I’d ever wanted anything in the world, and I couldn’t wait. But it’s officially been two years since I married Kate, and it’s now been two weeks since we filed for divorce.”

The words dropped on Phil’s head like a bomb, and he felt his legs give out as he fell to his knees in front of Dan, eyes wide and mouth open in astonished awe that this was actually happening. Dan’s eyes reflected such sure confidence that Phil couldn’t even began to not believe him in that moment. Later, he knew, he’d ask for proof, some kind of visual aid that would show Phil that Dan really was leaving Kate for Phil, but for right now, he could do nothing but believe.

“We’ve been fighting since we got married, you know that, Phil,” Dan whispered, shuffling forward on his knees to get closer to Phil, gaze steady on Phil’s blue one. “Vicious, horrible fights, and I know that you think I’ve been sleeping with her for just as long as I’ve been sleeping with you, but those cuts and bruises on my back have never been from sex, and I’ve asked you to take them over a thousand times so I could remember what it was like to feel loved, rather than attacked,” he explained, eyes starting to well with tears so real, Phil could do nothing but believe him.

His breathing hitched as he realized just how bad things had gotten with Kate that she would intentionally hit Dan, and Phil reached up with shaking hands to cover his mouth, slowly shaking his head.

Dan’s soft smile started to fade.

“I know - I know this might be hard to believe, Phil, all of it, when I’ve been keeping so much from you, but I’ve never once lied to you. I love you with my whole heart, more than I ever thought I could love. You taught me what love was, Phil, and I - well, the divorce hasn’t been finalized yet of course, and Kate’s been staying with her mother so that I could move out soon, but… I want to marry you, Phil. When all is said and done, I want to move out with you, and I want to build a new life together, and I want to tether myself to you in a way that says that we are forever. I know that me and Kate didn’t work out, but I know that you and I will, so… Phil… Phil will you marry me?”

And Phil couldn’t help himself anymore than he ever could with Dan when he fell into Dan’s arms the second the words were out of his mouth and the black ring box was pressed open, exposing a rose gold band with three diamonds inlaid in the middle ready for Phil to wear. He whispered a jumbled yes that sounded more like a sob, and he pressed sloppy kisses to the side of Dan’s neck, and he undressed him so fast that Dan actually laughed as Phil made sure to make love to Dan right then and there on the hotel floor.

[julieoftarth]

Fic: Laying the Groundwork

Here is my fic for the prompt  "Jaime Lannister is remodeling his bathroom and finds himself intrigued by the tile installer, Brienne Tarth."  Read it on Ao3 or below.  I'm still new at writing these two, so I hope I did okay in capturing what you wanted! Enjoy!

Laying the groundwork

Legs.

Legs for days were sticking out of his bathroom door.

Legs that proved that he had been wrong in thinking his contractor had not made a typo on the work form and Brienne Tarth was indeed her name and not Brian. It turned out his niece Myrcella had been justified in her lecture to him about how women were just as capable of laying tile as a man.

The legs on the woman in question were capped by jean shorts that were positively sinful at her height, and they barely covered her shapely ass. She was laying on her stomach, her head sideways on his bathroom floor as she studied the tile.

He stood there staring at the legs, transfixed, until he heard a throat clearing behind him. A young man stood there, probably not yet 18, holding a toolbox.

“Excuse me, sir, but, um, Miss Tarth needs her tools.”

At his words, Brienne sat up and looked at him in surprise. “You must be Mr. Lannister. I’m Brienne Tarth, I didn’t realize you were standing there. Do you have any questions about my work?”

Her face was not attractive, but Jaime barely had time to notice before he was sucked in by her astonishing blue eyes.

“Mr. Lannister?”

Jaime recovered quickly. “I uh…was just wondering why you were laying on the floor like that. I almost tripped on your lengthy legs trying to get to my home office.”

Brienne blushed at his words, and Jaime decided he very much wanted to see more of that. “I was checking out your floor. I know you said you wanted to lay the new tile over the old to save time, but I really don’t think it’s a good idea. I think I should pull this up before I lay the new. I need to make sure everything is water-proofed for your bathroom. It will take more time, but it is the better option.”

Suddenly, Jaime didn’t seem to care about how long the project took. He wanted time to get to know the woman laying the tile a little bit more.

She looked surprised when he nodded, but took the tools from the young man before dismissing him.

“You look surprised that I agreed to your proposal, wench,” Jaime said, trying to delay her from getting back to work. Her scowl did nothing to improve her looks, but he had to admit the fire in her eyes did things to him.

“My name is Brienne, and yes, I’m a little surprised,” she said. “All my life, men like you have sneered at a woman in a man’s profession, never trusting my judgement on matters like this. Always wanting to go to the contractors handling the other parts of the remodel for a second opinion. So yes, you surprised me by agreeing with my plan right away.”

Jaime absorbed her words, saying nothing while enjoying the sight her measuring the room.

“Well, you came highly recommended, so I don’t see why I wouldn’t trust your word. Although I would admit that I thought your name was a typo because I’ve never heard of a woman tiler before.”

Brienne huffed at this. “You wouldn’t be the first.”

Jaime grinned. “I’d imagine. And you are rather tall and brutish for a woman, I might have mistaken you for a man if I hadn’t met your long legs first.”

Brienne blushed again. “Well, I think I have everything I need to get started, Mr. Lannister.”

“Jaime, my name is Jaime.”

If possible, her freckled cheeks turned an even deeper shade of red.

“Very well…Jaime. I can order the tiles you picked out now that I have measurements and they should be here by the end of the week. I’ll do demolition in the morning and then start laying down the sealant for the next few days before the tiles arrive.”

He could only nod at her plan, wondering what he could do to delay her departure for the day. She carried her tool box to the hallway and stopped right in front of him.

“Would you like to have a drink?”

“What?”

“I have a nice bar downstairs, with plenty of expensive alcohol my father likes to hand out at holidays. Have a drink with me.”

“Why?”

“Do I need a reason?”

Her shoulders stiffened, and he couldn’t help but wonder what had transpired in the past to put that tension there.

“I’ve found that when men ask to spend more time with me, they usually have reasons that I don’t like.”

Jaime took a step closer to her, and then another. Brienne countered all of his steps with one backward, until she was against the wall. She seemed startled by his actions. He leaned forward so their faces nearly touched.

“And what reasons would you like, Brienne?” She blushed again, but quickly recovered pushing him away.

“I will see you in the morning, Mr. Lannister,” she said as she rushed out of the house. So, she was back to calling him “mister” again. And he had made her skittish. Probably just as well. She was intriguing to him, but he was no sort of man an innocent girl like her should be with. And if her blushes at his flirting were any indication, she was innocent.

He cursed when his phone rang and saw that it was his step-sister calling for the 10th time in the past hour. Jaime could not get away with continuing to ignore her calls if he didn’t want her showing up at his house. And he wanted to avoid contact with her as much as possible.

He decided to pour himself a drink anyway. He was going to need it to deal with his family.

***

Brienne was back at the Lannister house bright and early the next morning. She liked to get an early start on her day, and she figured she could annoy the house’s owner if she got most of her work done before he woke up.

Something about Mr. Lannister…Jaime…unsettled her. He made her feel things that she had not allowed herself for a long time. Not since Renly, the man she had loved who had not loved her back. Not since Hunt and his friends, who tried to seduce her on a bet.

She had closed her heart and body off to the idea of love and even lust, because she figured she would never be the recipient of either. The higher she built those walls, the stronger she became. At least that’s what she told herself.

But it took one man, albeit an incredibly handsome one, to break through the first layer of those walls and make her stomach fill with butterflies like a girl with a high school crush. Jaime Lannister made her positively melt. And that wouldn’t do, no that wouldn’t do at all.

Brienne tried to push those feelings out of her through the demolition of the bathroom floor. She must have been slamming things too hard, because the man in question appeared a few minutes later. An adorable disgruntled look showed on his face, topped with the sexiest bedhead she had ever seen. Brienne forced herself to push away thoughts of waking up and seeing him like that in bed.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Lannister, did I wake you?”

“Yes, you did, wench. Do you know what time it is?”

“I thought I told you to call me Brienne.”

His sleepy look changed into a smirk. “And I thought I told you to call me Jaime.”

She just shook her head at him and turned to return to her work. “I’m sorry I woke you, I really should get back to…”

“Do you want a cup of coffee? You wouldn’t have a drink with me last night, but maybe I can interest you in some caffeine?”

“I don’t think…”

“Please, Brienne, spare my poor head a few minutes before you start pounding on the floor again.”

She sighed and nodded. It seemed avoiding him would be impossible this morning. She decided to humor him, hoping he would get bored with her soon.

They turned into a room with the curtains open, and the bright sunlight made Jaime cringe. She chuckled. “Decided to have that drink on your own, did you? Or maybe five or six?”

He smiled at her, but it didn’t reach her eyes.

“Drinking is a necessary side effect of having to deal with my family,” Jaime said. Brienne felt for him. She had of course seen the news stories through the years of his relationship with his step-sister, and how her children may actually be his. About how their abusive father had asked him to step away from public life after a car accident took his hand, because apparently, he was now an embarrassment to his family.

The media had commented on the fact that Tywin Lannister’s choices were cruel, but in the same breath talked about how Jaime used to be handsome and how it was a shame that he fell from grace. As if losing a hand was his own fault.

Brienne gave him a pitying look as he handed her a cup of coffee. “Sorry about your family.”

He gave her a sad smile. “It’s unfortunate that the people who bother us the most in life are the ones that we are stuck with forever. I haven’t really spoken to my sister in almost a year, but she is trying to worm her way back into my life now. She’s probably bored,” Jaime said, setting his cup down a little too roughly on the end table. “Enough of my sad state, wench, tell me of your family, they are probably much better than mine.”

They sat on the couch for a while, and Brienne told stories about growing up in Tarth with her father. She was glad to see some of the sadness leave his eyes with her stories of her days climbing trees to the chagrin of her nanny that wanted to turn her into a proper lady.

When she was finished with her cup, she stood. “I really should get back to work. That’s what you are paying me for.”

Jaime smiled at her. “Thank you, Brienne, for making my morning better.”

His phone rang again, and he tossed it on the couch with a groan. Brienne considered him for a minute. “Come on, I’ve got an idea.” She grabbed his hand and pulled him up the stairs and toward the bathroom project.

“If you are trying to get me to my bedroom, wench, you could have just said so,” Jaime teased, and Brienne dropped his hand as if it was burning.

“That’s not what…I uh…ugh, will you just shut up for one minute?”

Jaime just grinned at her and her stomach did it’s flippy thing again. Spending time with him was not a good idea. With him teasing her like that, her heart could get more involved than she wanted it to.

Brushing away her thoughts, she grabbed the heaviest tool she could find and shoved it toward Jaime’s good hand. “Here.”

“What am I supposed to do with this?”

“Demolish. It will help you get some of your frustration out over your family.”

He looked at the tool in his hand. “Isn’t this your job?”

“Look, I’m just trying to help you feel better, if you don’t want to, you can go drink again, although it is quite early for that.”

Jaime’s eyes widened in surprise. “But, I lost my hand.”

“Your other one works just fine, doesn’t it?” She scoffed at him. Brienne imagined that no one pushed him much after his injury. From what she had read in the papers, his family had just written him off.

His mouth hung open at her words, before he smiled. “Yes, I suppose it does.”

Jaime took his first swing at the tile and grinned up at her when it smashed. Her heart stopped. He was handsome when serious, but absolutely breathtaking when his smile reached his green eyes. She did not know how she would endure. But she wasn’t about to walk away from him now. Not until this job was over, at least that’s what she told herself.

Brienne helped Jaime as he continued to demolition the floor, cleaning up every tile he destroyed. They worked like that for hours, talking as they went. The steady work seemed to open up something in Jaime and she became his sort of confessor. He laid out all the things he had done in the past. The good and the bad, and some of the things he had misjudged for in the media.

Brienne realized she was becoming dangerously close to more than liking the man, and she had to admit that it scared her.

***

They fell into a rhythm for the next couple of days. They would sit and talk over coffee every morning before heading up to work in the bathroom. Every day, Brienne found a task that he could do to work out his frustration. Helping her seal the floors to prevent future water damage was surprisingly therapeutic.

And the conversations they held were illuminating. He shared things with her that he had never told anyone, and she opened up to him too. He now understood why she had been so skittish of his advances, but for the life of him he couldn’t figure out how to let her know that she was legitimately interested in something more than friendship with her.

He asked her out to dinner at the end of every single day, and each time she turned him down. He could see the interest in her eyes flash before she quickly retreated back behind the walls she had built.

Jaime had a moment of panic when she told him his tiles had arrived and they would start laying them tomorrow. He knew that once that part of the project began, it would soon be over and he would lose Brienne’s daily presence in his life.

When she arrived the next day with the tiles, out of desperation he declared that he didn’t like them now that he had seen them in person. And that meant the two of them had to go shopping for new tile. Together.

He was suddenly cared more about bathroom tile than he ever had in his life – dragging their search from store to store out over several days. And of course, they had to stop for lunch while they were out. Brienne seemed to relax more each day, and yesterday she had not found an excuse to pull away quickly when their hands touched.

Still, she had said no when he asked her to stay for dinner.

But today was different, today she was on to him.

“Jaime, you cannot possibly be so concerned about bathroom tile. They are even starting to blend together for me, and I do this for a living.”

“Getting bored with me already, wench?”

She rolled her eyes at this, and he grinned when she didn’t bother to correct her name this time. He was growing on her, he could tell.

“No, I…uh…have enjoyed spending time with you.”

Jaime stopped himself from laughing with excitement. Finally, some progress.

“Oh, you have? Then why do you turn down my dinner invitation every night?”

Brienne was silent for a moment, and Jaime wished he could get inside her head to read her thoughts.

“I’ve enjoyed spending time with you, but I know it’s going to end soon…and I can’t bear it.” She blushed and hung her head as she spoked.

Jaime stepped closer.

“Bear what, Brienne?”

“Saying goodbye. Going back to days where I don’t get to look forward to talking to you every day.”

“You like talking to me?”

She turned on him, angry for some reason. He breath caught at the passion in her eyes. “I was perfectly fine with my life, Jaime Lannister, and you had to come around and make me realize that I wanted more.”

Jaime reached out and grabbed her hand. “You can have more Brienne, come to dinner with me, please.”

She stared at their joined hands. “Don’t mock me.”

“I’m not mocking you. I’m completely mad for you. Why do you think I’ve been stretching out this tile search for so long?”

Her sapphire eyes met his.

“So, if I say yes to dinner, we can stop this endless tile search?”

Jaime nodded. “I would probably go back to my original choice.”

“Jaime!” She sputtered. “This whole search has been for nothing?”

He stepped closer again, their faces nearly touching.

“Not for nothing. I enjoy spending time with you too.”

And with that, she leaned forward and kissed him. It was light and tentative at first, but when he reciprocated, it was full of passion.

She pulled away and smiled at him, and he knew that his life would never be the same. “Now that we’ve settled this, can I get back to work now and finish your floor?”

He was reluctant agreed. “Don’t you mean, we need to finish your floor?”

She laughed. “Are you going to follow me to my other jobs and help too?”

“I’m considering it. I’ve found I quite enjoyed the work.”

“I might let you come along, so long as you are not in charge of helping the client pick out their tiles.”

Jaime laughed and agreed. He started laying out the tiles for her, inwardly making plans for their date tonight…and for all the nights after.