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hello! do you have any fantasy/historical jungkook x reader fic recs ?

hello lovely!! i’m so sorry i missed this yesterday :( i was actually planning on reorganizing my tumblr because i feel like no fics are ever going to be able to be found my blog LOL so hopefully that’ll be done soon!!

as for the fantasy/historical fics.. i’m honestly not too sure what “fantasy” (do demons count..? soulmates..? werewolves????) typically includes so i’m just going to include a bunch of fics that hopefully fit in :”) here are the first ones that i thought of + summaries included in their main posts!

also.. i’m sure i missed a lot of amazing fics (mainly because i’m dumb as hell and don’t really know what can be included in “fantasy”) and would like to apologize in advance!!

@inktae ’s entire masterlist (they have a lot of fantasy fics!)

while this isn’t just jungkook recs, @ficswithluv had a fantasy category a few weeks ago!

@kpopfanfictrash ‘s jungkook masterlist

@fortunexkookie ‘s jungkook masterlist

one shots!

énouement - @littlemisskookie Mulan!AU

War is Hell, but it’s what you had to do to take your brother’s place. Of course, between the days of Hell are little slices of Heaven you’d call your Captain, Jeon Jungkook.

midas - @gukyi

jeon jungkook was born with a silver spoon in his mouth and the power to turn whatever he wants into pure gold. you were born with healing and invisibility powers but without a cent to your name. so when you’re plucked off of the streets for pickpocketing and assigned to be his minder as punishment, you realize you’re going to have to overcome a lot more than class differences if either of you are going to get what you want.

i will not lose! - @jimlingss Magic!AU

A single bet - use every means to make Jeon Jungkook fall in love with you.

a piece of the moonlight - @/jimlingss Mulan!AU

For your loved ones, the people who are waiting at home, the people who have died - you will fight. And sometimes to fight means to sacrifice: who you really are and the person you really love.

dynasty - @/jimlingss Historical!AU

It’s no secret that the Emperor is infertile. But even so, a girl is selected every three months and brought to become his concubine in hopes of conceiving the next heir. This time, it’s you. And in order to prevent execution, Jeon Jungkook might just aid you in conception.

game of temptation ft. knj, myg, kth - @/jimlingss Succubus!AU

As a succubus, your beauty is unrivaled and shaped to tempt mortals. But it’s still hard to resist Taehyung, and there’s little you can do once you’ve been coerced to do his bidding for him. This time, you find yourself entering the affluent Kim Household as a housemaid. And these poor humans don’t know your intentions are far from being angelic.

knot today - @kinktae

(IDK IF WEREWOLVES COUNT BUT JERHFBDSKNZX THIS IS REALLY GOOD!!)

When your first heat approaches and you are left partnerless, who better to turn to than your alpha roommate that you’ve spent the better half of your life hiding your feelings for?

ego - @luxekook Harry Potter!AU

(..i also don’t know if HP counts LOL)

in which jeongguk is a cocky lil shit and the reader has to take him down a few pegs

stumbling - @hayjeon Prince!AU

an ask in their inbox regarding the prompt: hii! so the royal wedding of prince harry and meghan is today, and since my bias is JK and since i’m such a sucker for royal stuff, can i reuest a fic of bts all being royal of 7 different kingdom, and all of them being invited to jin’s wedding and the girl (oc) is also invited and kookie met her there, and eventually took an interest at her? the girl is also royalty from other kingdom. thanks!

werewolf!jungkook - @/hayjeon

an ask in their inbox regarding the prompt: Werewolf!jk? (im sorry ik it’s overused and unoriginal) where he and his mate have pups to take care of and they’re quite a mischievous bunch!

there for you - @cupofteaguk Hogwarts!AU

Jungkook is always known for doing things unapologetically, and it makes sense given how almost nothing gets under his skin—almost nothing, but maybe there’s an exception that takes a form of a muggleborn with the shy smile and quirky spells.

say you won’t let go - @/cupofteaguk Soulmates!AU

You’ve been eighteen years old for ten years when Jungkook first moves in

new romantics - @/cupofteaguk Hogwarts!AU

Jeon Jungkook will go down in history as one of the best Quidditch players that ever graced the Hogwarts scene. It seems like he always gets what he wants—his life is very predictable in that sense. What he cannot predict, however, is the newest weekend employee wiping down the tables at the Three Broomsticks.

a cinderella story - @suhdays Modern Cinderella!AU

you are forced to work multiple jobs as you live under your stepmothers roof. unable to move out and strive for complete independence, you do what you can in order save enough. turns out, as a college student that is harder than you thought. so, you distract yourself by joining online chat groups in which you meet a boy that goes to your school. that boy? none other than the rugby star himself, jeon jeongguk. it doesn’t prove to be an issue until he asks to meet you at an upcoming halloween party. he’s never noticed you before so why not hide yourself in order to live your dreams, if only for a moment?

explorer - @1kook Alien!AU

Jungkook does not want to impress the frankly tyrannical ways of his planet on you. He just wants to stay here and keep your couch warm for you, hold your hair back when you wash your face in the morning.

rottenfolk - @junqkook Faerie!AU

a look was as hazardous as chemicals, a kiss as perilous as poison; his eyes and lips felt akin to a cure, but he was purely venom.

the young wolf - @/junqkook Game of Thrones!AU

he was promised to another, meant for another to hold and to love and to kiss. but when his hand lingered on yours for a moment too long to be proper, and when his eyes held yours for a beat too long to be a passing glance, you allowed desire to creep into your veins, to take root inside your heart. perhaps before you might have been permitted to love him freely. perhaps he might have even been promised to you instead. but war was no place for the wants and desires of two people, no matter how much they yearned for it to be.

the lighthouse - @rubycoast S2L!AU

(im not too sure if this is considered fantasy but its one of my favs!)

you and jungkook had one thing in common: you were both lost souls stagnant in the search of some fulfillment. the one of many differences was that your story had been written on your sleeves, while jungkook’s was a story needed to be unriddled.

black magic - @hansolmates Magic Uni!AU

a witch with an ambition for learning, you stumble across a crushing spell in the middle of the forbidden section. of course you have to try it out! what happens when the crushing spell not only has jeon jungkook crushing on you, but you crushing on him?

the sea & the storm - @jamaisjoons Fantasy!AU

the sea is a powerful mistress. she is calm and beautiful. she is mysterious and alluring. she is a force to be reckoned with. above all, however, she is lonely. until she meets him. fantasy au.

the lionheart’s oath - @sugaxjpg Knight & Princess!AU

There was no happy ending, no dragon slayer to save the kingdom and get the princess — there was only him: Jungkook. A simple orphan that was lucky enough to be invited into the castle, a former homeless thief that had found shelter in the form of an elysian heir. Now, after twelve years by your side, he was about to lose you to the world you sought to explore.

ghosts just wanna have fun - @/sugaxjpg Psychic & MedSchool!AU

When Jungkook discovered that he could communicate with dead people, the last thing he expected was that they would be there to give him romantic advice.

wartime child - @ktheist Wizard!AU

raising a baby in wartime isn’t easy. but when your baby starts showing signs of magical abilities, you’re forced to ring up the only other person you know he takes after: jeon jungkook.

birth of an empress - @/ktheist Dragon Slayer!AU

partners for three years and friends for longer, jungkook thought you’d remain so until he saw you with the knight at the merchant’s trade.

alternatively, the friendly neighborhood wizard trying to propose to the infamous dragon slayer in the middle of slaying a dragon? now, that’s classic.

series/two shots!

fear in your eyes - @/gukyi Werewolf!AU

(again, idk if werewolves count but hifksdjcx !!!!)

there’s a werewolf in that forest behind your house, they told you, and he’ll eat you before you can even beg for mercy.

the worshiper series - @/jimlingss

Long ago, there were gods who resided in Heaven -- existing to watch over and protect the universe. Each of them had their own flaws, trials and tribulations; some which were more sparing than others, but these are their stories...

a promise of freedom - @/jimlingss Wartime!AU

War is cruel and its inhumanity has not spared you. Captured by the enemy, you were brought to the front lines to heal their wounded. But after one night of saving a particular man’s life, he swears to fulfill any wish of yours.

one year, my love - @/hayjeon Historical!AU

You forge a marriage contract with the strangely speaking man who suddenly stumbled into your town with memory loss, but little do you know that he’s actually the lost Crown Prince, and a lot can happen between a married man and woman in one year.

demigod!au drabbles - @/hayjeon

an ask in their inbox regarding the prompt: i have a supernatural au prompt! how bout daughter of hades/loner!reader and son of zeus/bully! jungkook?

into the woods - @/junqkook Goblin!AU

getting hurt and stumbling upon a goblin in the forest leaves you completely at his mercy, though you aren’t sure if that’s necessarily a bad thing.

lionheart - @/junqkook Magic!AU

as a sorcerer, it is of the utmost importance that you keep your magic a secret from everyone. when you become prince jungkook’s servant, it becomes increasingly difficult to keep your identity hidden; especially when you fall in love with him.

a royal exchange - @/hansolmates

she’s the man!au where the princess impersonates her brother yoongi in order to finish his degree on time while yoongi is thrusted into princely duties. jeongguk is in the mess purely through room arrangement

knight!jungkook x princess!reader - @/ktheist

a series with 27 parts!

that’s all i can think of off the top of my head right now :(( not gonna lie, half of these probably don’t even fit into either of those categories and i know there are so so so many amazing fantasy/historical fics out there!! i wish i knew them all but i hope this helped a little bit! if anyone has any fic they’d like to rec, feel free to send it to meee :)

and finallyyyyy i leave my following page open for viewing as well so you can check out all of the authors i follow!! please show all of these authors (and many more) some love! <3

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lovelylogans · 3 years

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honey, you’re familiar (like my mirror)

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chapter one: qualia

qualia: in philosophy and certain models of psychology, qualia are defined as individual instances of subjective, conscious experience. philosopher and cognitive scientist daniel dennett once suggested that qualia was "an unfamiliar term for something that could not be more familiar to each of us: the ways things seem to us.”

JANUS

Janus almost always develops a headache when he has to deal with the latest idiot intern at the firm, but this headache is beyond the pale. Then again, so is this intern. He has never met a uni student that is more destined to become an obnoxiously vocal Tory. It’s like someone granted a novel about Etonian history his wish to become a real boy.

“Out,” he bellows at the intern who has been attempting to stick himself to Janus's side, unable to pick up on the fact that his repeated mentions of his father, you know, the chancellor of the high court, is doing the opposite of impressing everyone around him.

This intern—Janus is going to make it a point to never remember his name now—has probably never been yelled at in his life. He gives Janus a very offended look, sniffs, and retreats from Janus's office, likely to bother whatever barrister he hasn’t yet told about the blatant nepotism that has gotten him into their office.

Janus puts his elbows on the table and pinches the bridge of his nose, breathing slowly in and out. Though the intern has certainly exacerbated the headache at hand, he’s had the headache since he inexplicably woke up at four in the morning.

He’s taken paracetamol, he’s tried hydrating, and drinking caffeine, and rubbing his temples, and even wearing the blue light glasses Key swears by, but there’s been no luck. His head’s throbbing just as badly now as it did when he woke up from a dream about a strange American wearing a pale brown cardigan and a pink tie.

The man had gone pale and sweaty as if he was ill, leaning back against air, clutching at nothing, like he’d hoped to find someone’s hand to hold, but despite the pain he seemed to be in, he’d stared straight at Janus, beaming and wide-eyed.

“I see them,” the man had whispered. He’d opened his free arm as if to offer a hug. “Oh, they’re beautiful. You’re beautiful, my dear. My darling.”

You’re beautiful, my dear, my darling…

Janus rubs at his forehead. If he’d been so beautiful and dear and darling, he would have appreciated being left without this migraine as the price of the compliment.

“You,” he barks at the nearest intern walking by his office—a mousy little thing, a girl who’s swimming in a cardigan that makes his eyes throb with a familiarity he can’t recognize—“I’ll let you assist on this case if you get me a tea with two sugars, right now.”

She perks up. “Really?”

“Right now,” he thunders, and the girl practically squeaks before she heads for the building’s refectory with its in-house café.

Janus tries his hardest not to smile to himself, really he does, but the best part of intern season is scaring the interns. What is he supposed to do, not revel in their suffering?

He’s about to reach for his smartphone resting on his desk when he feels a buzz against his sternum.

He pauses, glances toward the door, before he swivels around his desk chair and opens a lower cabinet as if he’s searching for a file; instead, he reaches into his innermost breast pocket to pull out his other phone. This one is a good deal cheaper than the one resting on the table; that is by design.

He glances at the window to double-check the reflections, that no one is watching him—they aren’t—before he unlocks the phone and looks at the message.

K: jazza, you found anything yet?

Janus scowls at the phone. Honestly.

J: Do you want to get arrested, Key? Because rushing this job is how you get arrested.

K: aint that the reason ur a big fancy barrister in the first place

J: Do they want to put up the rush fee?

He turns back to his desk and manages to get some actual, legal, non-shady work done before the phone buzzes.

K: no.

If pixels could look sullen, these ones do.

J: Then tell them to put up or shut up.

A pause.

J: And don’t text me for inane little updates during actual people’s work hours again. You are specifically only to contact me during these hours for emergencies.

He shuts off the phone and tucks it into his breast pocket again before Key can respond. The nerve of some people. He’ll do the work, fine, but people needed to realize they’d get what they paid for. For the information that Key’s clientele wants him to retrieve, they’ll have to put up quite a bit more cash for him to move at anything beyond a snail’s pace.

A knock at the door. Janus gives the girl his most imperious look.

“Here you are, sir,” she says, handing over one insulated to-go mug, keeping another one in her hands.

“Yes, fine, fine,” he says, taking it. “What’s your name again?”

“Emma, sir.”

“Emma,” he repeats. He takes a sip of the tea.

Or, he expects to take a sip of tea. What he gets is a mouthful of coffee.

Very good coffee, very high-quality coffee, but coffee, and lukewarm at that. He pulls a face instinctively.

“What did you get me?”

Emma immediately looks petrified. “Tea with two sugars, sir?”

Janus frowns at her, then examines the side, where the tea option is ticked off. If they’ve managed to mess up the order, at least they’d given him the good-quality stuff, even if it did taste like it had been sitting on a desk for an hour. He takes another cautious sip.

Tea. Sweetened, hot tea, fresh from the café.

He’s never had a headache this bad before. So maybe he doesn’t know that headaches this bad can mess with his sense of smell. And temperature. Now that he thinks of it, he is feeling really quite hot, even though the building’s air conditioning is blasting.

“...Very good,” he says slowly, and then proceeds to nudge a perilously tall stack of manila files toward her. “Read the top one so you can get reacquainted with the case.”

Emma takes the file immediately, and, just for a moment, just for barely a flash, Janus could swear he’d seen someone walking in the hall in their pajamas and bunny slippers in the reflection of his office windows.

He looks at it more directly.

No. It’s just Emma’s reflection and his. Janus's office, furnished in dark woods and leather desk chairs, his fine suit, the damningly recognizable birthmark and scar splashed across his face.

Janus frowns at himself in the window, turns away, and reaches for his own manila file.

VIRGIL

Getting off the plane from America to South Africa is always an experiment in temperature adjustment.

He takes off his hoodie in between the shuffle of getting off the plane to going to the baggage claim, tying it around his waist, leaving him just in a purple t-shirt and his ripped jeans.

It doesn’t help that he’s got a headache that’s absolutely killing him.

By the time he gets there, his baggage is already waiting at the side of a woman with her hair wrapped in a scarf, her glasses resting low on her nose; they look new, and it makes Virgil’s chest hurt—what else has he missed since he’s been across the world?

Virgil’s mother, Andisiwe, beams at him. “Virgil!”

“I’ve missed you, Mama,” he says in Xhosa because ever since he was a child jetting back and forth for school breaks she’s been worried about him losing his mother tongue.

She laughs, hugging him tight and warm, and he wraps his arms around her in kind, closing his eyes tight. This is the longest he’s been from her since he was born. She’d been in America to teach for a year and a half at Johns Hopkins when she’d met his father, and then Virgil happened.

He couldn’t have gone back to South Africa with her, a black woman with a mixed-race child, not during apartheid. His white father had had to bring him home to his white wife, and white children, and initiate what would eventually become a long, messy divorce.

But he doesn’t like to think about that, and he won’t, not today, not when he’s finally back here. He’s missed her, and Pretoria, and his jacarandas, and his grandmother’s recipe for coconut pitha, and umngqusho, and proper, African coffee more than he can say.

All he’d drunk in the States was tea because he didn’t want to be reminded of home; he can taste it lingering in the back of his throat, even now.

“Or should I say, Doctor Virgil Wright-Nkosi,” she says, beaming at him wide, and Virgil ducks his head, grinning even through how awkward he feels.

“I’m a doctor of botany, it’s not the same as you,” or Dad, he tacks on in his mind, taking his suitcase and gesturing her ahead of him; she trades him with a to-go cup of coffee, which he sips eagerly. It’s such a perfect taste of home that he doesn’t even care that it’s lukewarm.

“Quite right,” she says, leading their way through the airport. “Ph.D. is different from an M.D., I’m thrilled my employer has taught you so excellently in your undergrad—”

Virgil laughs, again, but his foot slips on the smooth airport tile, and he looks down instinctively, and his breath catches in his throat, laughter dying in his mouth, freezing where he stands, because if he takes one more step he is going to die he is going to die he is going to fucking die—

There’s this tight feeling across his chest like a band and suddenly he’s not looking down at clean airport tile but he’s looking down at a yawning expanse of air between himself and the ground at least three stories up and he’s standing on a thin metal bar and if he keeps moving he’s going to fall he’s going to die

“Virgil?”

Virgil looks toward his mother, breath seized in his throat, and—

And he’s at the airport again. Bustling crowds, pinging PA system, his mother, a hand reaching toward him in concern.

“Virgil, are you all right?”

Virgil swallows once, twice, squeezes his eyes shut, and shakes his head to clear it; he opens them again.

Airport. His mom. The crowd. And, just a flash, weaving in and out of the people, there’s a big man with tattoos, and he’s wearing bunny slippers. It’s strange enough that it manages to shake him out of it better than any physical gesture could.

“Yeah,” he says, and his voice sounds strained to his own ears. “Yeah. Um—jet lag, I think.”

Andisiwe surveys him, before she nods, once, decisively.

“Finish that coffee,” she says. “You know how much worse it’ll get if you let yourself fall asleep now.”

Virgil takes a long pull from his cup—bitter, dark, African coffee. Home. He’s home.

Jet lag, he tells himself. Jet lag, and that weird dream you had on the plane. That’s all this is.

REMUS

“The fucking rat bastard bitch-ass sorry shit-stain of a cunt,” Remus pants to himself, as quietly as he can when he’s heaving for breath and sprinting along the forest floor. Remus wasn’t particularly athletic in the first place—one doesn’t really become a horror author if they’re a star athlete, do they?—but when one is running for their life, things like “stitches in my side” and “is that blood I taste in the back of my mouth” kind of take a back seat to things like, you know, continued survival.

Remus nearly trips over a vine, which he verbally abuses for a few hundred more feet, (“fucking useless pieces of shit fucking—”) before he manages to slip and stumble into the shelter of something like a cave. He checks it—as much as he likes wildlife mauling other people, in theory, it kind of goes against this whole survival thing if he wanders into a cave only to get his throat ripped out by a bobcat.

As he casts back the hood of his jacket and mops his brow of sweat, looking back and forth to ensure he hasn’t been tracked, and his heart rate returns to something like normal, turns his mind back to Miguel fucking Contreras.

That fucking bastard was lucky he was dead, and even so, Remus might go back and dig up his freshly-turned grave with nothing but his own two fucking hands and he’d gladly break a hundred of his fingers and turn his knuckles into right-angled wrongness just to reach in there and grab his rotting corpse and wring his neck to kill him again.

He didn’t even kill him the first time, that’s the unbearable thing! He’d wanted to kill him and someone swooped in and did it before Remus ever could!

Remus spits on the ground, furious, and even more furious that everything with him is so vital he can’t risk destroying any of it in a rage—his clothes, his last couple testosterone pills, a burner phone he’d stolen off someone who reminded him of his own wretched abuela a couple cities back and kept shut off ever since. She’d been yelling at some homeless kids trying to get some pesos for a goddamn meal, though, so Remus felt as if he’d performed a public service by making her day worse.

He’d managed to snatch her purse and empty it out, too. The kids got a meal, Remus got a meal, everyone won.

Remus chances a peek around the forest once again, just to ensure he hasn’t been tailed, and—

He shrinks back into the cave at the sight of a large man jogging by. He’s very big, very tall, very tattooed, and very confused, by the looks of it. Like he’s sleep-walked miles into the forest and now doesn’t know his way back.

The man pivots on his foot, walks out of Remus's view behind a tree, and doesn’t resume walking again.

Remus's eyes narrow. He tenses his muscles, ready to start sprinting again, but that man had looked rather big and strong, and therefore much more decisively athletic than Remus.

But minutes pass, and the man doesn’t emerge again.

Remus creeps out, just enough to see past the tree, and—

No. The man is gone.

Anyone else might think that they were losing it. Anyone else might think that they were going crazy.

Remis is fully aware that he’s crazy, though, so he shrugs and returns his attention to sorting through his bag, except—

His fingers run through the money he has, and they aren’t pesos anymore. Remus frowns at the sight of the money, holding it up to the meager light to see it.

There definitely isn’t an old white lady on pesos usually.

“The fuck?”

“Erm.”

Remus whips his head around, very suddenly aware that he isn’t in a cave anymore.

He’s in an apartment. A swanky apartment. The air conditioning is blasting—Remus hasn’t been in air-conditioned surroundings for so long, and he nearly melts under the feel of it, cooling the sweat coating his face, running down his back.

A white man lowers his glasses down his nose and frowns at Remus. The way his mouth moves twists up the scar on the side of the face. He’s holding up a handful of pesos.

“Well, first of all, I really need to send a note so they improve security around this place,” the man says in an undertone. Then, “second of all, if it’s all the same to you, I’m going to need those pounds to pay for my takeaway.”

Remus stares.

“I’ve ordered Indian food to my office,” he continues, “and I’d think that they’d prefer the national currency in exchange for my food. I’ve been craving samosas something awful.”

Samosas do sound good. Any food sounds good, Remus thinks, as his stomach growls with envy.

Remus slowly extends his handful of the old white lady money. The white man places the pesos into Remus's hand, taking his money back at the same time.

“Much obliged,” the white man says and disappears.

Remus blinks down at his handful of pesos, then looks around. No more air conditioning, or swanky office, or promise of takeout.

He shakes his head.

“If I hadn’t lost it before,” he mutters aloud and goes back to counting his money.

Well. It’s not like Remus's brain is any great loss.

LOGAN

Logan gives a cursory peek through the telescope and grumbles, pulling back and rubbing his forehead. Fantastic. On top of this untimely migraine, his equipment has decided to throw a tantrum, too.

He’s known technology can be fiddly even in the best of conditions. He’s known that cold can adversely affect equipment. And yet, for some reason, it is still constantly frustrating when it does happen. Which in turn is frustrating; he should expect cold conditions to interfere with any equipment that he uses for his space research. He’s in Antarctica.

Logan makes effort to simply narrow his eyes at the telescope before him, fiddling with the lens. He has half a mind to ask it there, will you behave now? but considering it is simply scientific equipment, it will not answer. Therefore, there is no reason to speak.

Logan rubs his forehead again, and, for the brief moment before his hand obscures his eyes, he sees a flash of something.

Logan squints, lowering his hand. But no, he decides; he just sees snow, rock, the local wildlife.

But for a moment he could have sworn, while he was looking out at the sea, that he’d seen a large, tattooed man looking out at the sea, too.

No, he decides. It couldn’t have possibly been; this headache, coupled with the general brightness of the world right now, is making him see things.

There is no way he’d just seen, in the midst of an Antarctic island, a large, tattooed man in pajamas and bunny slippers.

ROMAN

Fuck if it’s not early, but fuck if he’s not having a blast.

“Do we wanna run it one more time?!” Roman hollers down from the catwalks.

“I should’ve known better than to give you a fly scene,” María says ruefully. Roman blows down kisses from where he’s strapped in, harness tight across his chest, the camera crew looking dutifully to María to see what the verdict is.

A long pause. She sighs and waves a hand. “Set up for the close-up landing!”

Roman whoops to himself, shifting on his own two feet. He never gets to do stunts, much less stunts like this. All his movies are machismo, punching people and firing guns, and sure, this one is full of all that, but at least this time he gets to spend a day flying around on wires like he’s a superhero.

Which is ironic, considering he’d started his career in movies as a stuntman. But now his pretty face is too high-market-value to risk it doing the thing he’s been trained to do.

But whatever! Today he gets to fly around! Today he gets to throw himself into saying his lines! Today he gets to throw himself into his script and his acting and his costars!

Today he gets to spend it on set and not lying in bed taken down by this godawful migraine and scrolling through his phone with his heart in his throat to see if there are any developments in the news!

Today he gets to tell Sasha all about the day he’s had in his usual bright and happy voice! It’s a great day!

Roman shuffles on his feet, waiting for the “action!” to be called when he hears the tell-tale rumbling shriek of a plane flying overhead, and Roman bites back a sigh; that’s going to delay the shoot of the scene for sure while they wait on that, so Roman slumps, looking for something to occupy either his hands or his brain with, but then—

“Quiet on set!” María barks.

“We aren’t going to hold for the plane?” Roman asks, confused.

“What plane?” María says.

“I thought—” Roman says, and frowns; from where he is in the catwalks, he can’t exactly look up and see the sky, but even then the angle of sound seems wrong; it’s like he’s walking past an airfield, planes taking off and landing all at once.

“Never mind,” Roman calls down weakly. “Thought I heard something, must have been tech stuff.”

María looks up at him, eyes narrowed briefly before she shrugs, and repeats, “Quiet on set!”

Roman shakes out his shoulders, intent on getting into the mind of Pablo Márquez, and out of his own.

⁂

Roman’s got an icepack under his shoulder and on his forehead, eyes squeezed tightly shut.

Okay, so, maybe he got a bit too into it today. Whatever. It’s not his fault he’s stuck with a killer migraine, and it’s definitely not his fault that the person who fastened his harness clearly didn’t know what he was talking about; you’d think that now he was the big star, people would be more cautious with him than they were when he was a stuntman, but what does Roman know? He’s just the pretty face.

But whatever. He’s got a breather for a while as his costar shoots a few scenes with her supposed father (a twist of the movie is that her father is not, in fact, her father) and so he’s taking the time to sit and relax.

He’s going to relax.

Really.

...oh, who is he kidding. Roman immediately rolls to grab his phone from where he’d set it on the minuscule table in his trailer, and loads the page to El Universal.

He’s got the search down to a science, really. He starts with the wider, more professional news sources—ergo El Universal—and then gradually meanders his way down, through the magazines, then the tabloids, then the blogs dedicated to the writings of R.J. Duke.

When he’s really desperate, he checks Twitter.

He turns out to be really desperate every day, though.

He isn’t really sure how not to be desperate when one’s brother is on the run for committing murder.

He definitely isn’t sure how not to be desperate when one’s brother is only revealed to not be his brother under a thin guise that someone might find out any minute.

He absolutely isn’t sure how not to be desperate when any day now, someone will crack it, and they’ll raid his apartment to see if Roman was hiding him (Roman would absolutely hide him if Remus would just come to him) and ask him questions, and how is Roman supposed to respond when they ask him if Remus would be capable of murder, no? Fucking obviously Remus would be capable of murder.

And the thing is, he is desperate. He’s desperate to get news of how Remus is doing, where on earth Remus is, if he’s okay.

And then he wonders what kind of person he is, to be so willing to set aside that his brother might have killed someone. He’d like to think that he’d do the right thing and turn Remus in, but he is also sure that he absolutely wouldn’t.

But the question is, does Remus know that? Does Remus know that Roman would throw everything, everything—his fame, his fancy apartment, his money—just to be sure that Remus was safe, that Remus was with him?

They’d been so entrenched in their petty disagreements over the years that Roman isn’t sure that Remus does.

The thought that his brother might not know Roman loves him is a thousand times more painful than this headache will be.

Remus is his brother. His twin brother, the only person in the world who understands Roman; for all their differences, for all their disagreements, he and Remus have always understood each other. They’ve always been on a wavelength no one else has, in sync and in step with each other. They’d even been born at exactly the same time, by virtue of their mother’s c-section.

How is Roman meant to just set that aside?!

So he lies on the couch in his trailer, scrolling obsessively through a Twitter search of his brother’s pen name and his legal name and his actual name, eyebrows drawn together further and further.

He’s so lost in chasing down clues, he doesn’t even notice the large, pajama-clad man appearing in his trailer and disappearing again, between five blinks of the eye.

PATTON

The view in front of Patton is crystalline and beautiful, dark gray rock and snow a blindingly clear shade of white and the ocean, constantly shifting between deep, lovely blue and bottle-green depths; ice, and rock, and the sun glinting off the sea and the snow, so bright that it almost hurts to look at it.

It’s so lovely that Patton would gladly spend all day looking at it, if not for the deep chill working its way into his bones as if he’s been here for months instead of minutes. Which is kind of confusing, but he doesn’t think his flannel pajamas and bunny slippers probably don’t make the cut of approved winter gear, so that might be it.

And also the part where Patton went to bed in his apartment in Auckland because of his blindingly bad migraine, and he has woken up in some wintry wasteland. That part’s kind of confusing him, too.

There’s a particularly sharp gust of wind, and Patton squints, turning his face away and lifting his hand. The breeze lessens, and Patton lowers his hand.

He’s in an office.

A nice office, the kind with hardwood floors that would click under his feet if he weren’t wearing slippers and the big, floor-to-ceiling windows that speaks of a recent, expensive renovation, a door ajar. He walks forward to peek into it—

—and finds himself looking inside of a cramped little trailer, a man flung out dramatically on the couch, one arm over his forehead, not able to cover the anguish on his face, and the other scrolling through his phone.

He takes a step forward, and just like before, without any sense of transition, just one blink and he’s not in a trailer anymore, he’s outside, standing at the foot of a mountain stretching for forever above him, moving quickly on his feet, jogging alongside a hooded man sprinting down a barely-worn path—

He takes a step forward, and his foot lands on the carpet.

“Goodness,” a man says, with a familiar, amused tone. “You’ve been walking quite far, haven’t you?”

Patton looks up to see a man—the parent he’d thought he’d seen yesterday. He’s in the same cardigan and dress shirt, looking rather rumpled, but his tie has, at least, been loosened from around his throat. The lights are off, the only light filtering weakly through the windows. The man is lying down in his bed, looking pale and sickly.

The room would look quite depressing if not for the laptop blaring a cartoon—an American one Patton doesn’t know—and various assorted cartoon art and sculptures as clutter around the room. His duvet has a subtle pattern that Patton, after tilting his head, looks a bit like gemstones.

“...I think so,” Patton says cautiously. “But it doesn’t feel like it.”

“No, it never does,” the man says, smiling. “Even when you’ve walked halfway ‘round the world.”

For lack of anything to say—other than who are you, what’s happening to me, what on earth is going on—Patton keeps quiet.

“I like your tattoos,” the man continues.

“Oh, thank you,” Patton says, twisting his arms so that the cardiganed man can see them, swelling with pride. They are a big part of his culture, his history, himself, after all. “They’re tā moko.”

“Tā moko,” the man repeats as if committing it to memory.

“I’m Māori,” Patton adds because he can place the accent now—American. And, well, nothing against Americans, it’s just that he isn’t sure how much the average American knows about the indigenous populations of other continents.

“Indigenous to,” the man says, and his eyes narrow for a moment. “New Zealand, right?”

Patton nods to the man, before he says, “Where am I?”

“Oh, excuse my manners, please sit down,” the man says, gesturing to an empty spot on his comfy-looking bed. Patton sits. It is comfy.

“I’m just so excited, you see, I’ve spent most of the past day recovering, so you’re the first one I’ve met. I’d expect you to be recovering, too, this is either a fortunately-timed fluke or you seem to be getting the hang of this very fast. Doesn’t your head hurt?”

“Terribly,” Patton admits, then, “First of who?”

Before the man can answer his question, his brain flashes with images from today—an airport, dark catwalks, a yawning cliff face, that fancy-schmancy office.

“Well,” the man says. “I’m Dr. Emile Picani.”

For whatever reason, it feels like he should have known that name already; his name slips into Patton’s mind like a key turning a long-forgotten lock.

“And,” the man continues, “you’re technically wherever your body is now.”

“Auckland.”

“Auckland,” he repeats. “Patton the Māori from Auckland. Oh, how wonderful, I don’t think I know any of our kind anywhere near Australia or New Zealand yet.”

“Our,” Patton says, and his brow wrinkles. “Our kind?”

“Patton, my darling,” Emile says warmly, leaning forward to put a hand on Patton’s. “Have you been walking around in other places? Feeling things that aren’t there, seeing people that aren’t there?”

“Yes,” Patton says.

“Those would be your cluster,” Emile says, and the word buries itself deep in Patton’s heart with an aggressively radiating kind of warmth, instantaneously fond, like he’s loved them all along but just now realized it. My cluster. It may as well be my family, that’s how much love he feels.

“Your body is in Auckland, still, but right now, your mind? You’re visiting me in Florida.”

Patton can’t help but smile a little. “I’ve never been outside of New Zealand before.”

Emile smiles back at him, warm and comforting, and it feels just as familiar as looking at the face of his father.

“Patton, dear, you are no longer just you.”

REMY

Remy turns from where he’s making a mug of green tea to see that he’s in Emile’s room.

“Babe,” Remy says, reflexive, before he sees the look on Emile��s face; and he understands immediately.

“Fuck, are they still here?”

Emile, still smiling, shakes his head just a touch regretfully. “You just missed him.”

That piques Remy’s attention. “Him? You’ve got a son?”

“He’s not technically my son,” Emile says bashfully; they swap, effortless after so long, and Emile takes a sip of Remy’s green tea using Remy’s hands, Remy’s ] mouth. Remy takes that time to use Emile’s body to settle more comfortably in the bed, and he places a cool, wet washcloth across Emile’s forehead.

They swap back without losing a beat; this rhythm between them has existed for a decade, Emile’s psychic birth isn’t about to trip them up. Sure, it looks different to him than it does to Emile; right now, to Remy, it’s like Emile’s curled up in his Nicean apartment, just at home in France as he is in Florida. To Emile, he knows, it’s like Remy’s appeared in his bedroom, oddly dressed for the Florida spring.

“Your psychic son, then,” Remy teases, then it clicks. “Wait, you’ve seen one of them already? How long did it take one of us to see Harley after the activation—?”

Emile waves a hand in a so-so type gesture. “Linny saw Dalisay and she kind of served as a mentor for her, didn’t she? That was the closest to a non-cluster visit that we got.”

“And that was after three days or so,” Remy muses. “Hm.”

“Yeah,” Emile agrees. “I dunno if it’s a fluke or if Patton’s just really well-adapted for this life.”

“Patton,” Remy repeats.

Honestly, he isn’t really sure how to handle this; the closest he could get to preparing for his boyfriend’s psychic birth is googling things about being a stepdad, and that’s not even slightly close to what’s actually happening. Bonding with the stepkids can only really happen if Emile’s lucked into a cluster with a Frenchman, Frenchwoman, Frenchperson, whichever.

Emile quirks a brow at him, knowing what he’s about to ask. “New Zealander.”

“Fuck,” Remy says. “No in-cluster education for Patton, then. Do we know anyone there, baby?”

“I’d have to check with the Archipelago, and, well,” Emile says, gesturing vaguely to himself; he’s laid out in bed, and, with the washcloth on his forehead, he really does look quite ill. Out-of-cluster visiting might be too much of a strain right now.

Remy frowns, taking the washcloth in hand and gently dabbing Emile’s forehead.

“Tell me about him?”

Emile beams.

“Oh, Remy, he’s wonderful. Simply fantastic! He’s Māori—indigenous population—and he’s got all these interesting tattoos. I’ve been researching, look,” Emile says, tilting his phone so that Remy can see.

Remy takes it. He sees swirling designs, up and down arms and legs, neatly segmented lines filled with various patterns, a few portraits of tattooed faces.

“—the tattoos themselves have a really interesting history, but I have a lot of reading to do when it comes to the Māori population itself. I've already tried to put a few books on hold at the university library.”

“What’s he like?”

“Big, tall,” Emile says, gesturing vaguely with a hand where the top of Patton’s head would compare with his own. “It’s late there, or early, I think, he was still in pajamas. Bunny slippers.”

Remy smiles at that, knowing for a fact that Emile’s wearing his knee-high muppet socks. “Takes after you, then.”

“Maybe,” Emile admits, then, “oh, all right, probably. We have a lot in common, at least, even if we don’t have any solid evidence on if cluster parents influence the traits of their cluster.”

“Influence, schminfluence,” Remy says.

“But he seems very nice, very polite. Wasn’t too shaken by appearing in America.”

Emile’s brow creases.

“I think he needs a cluster,” Emile says, very quiet. “I think he needs them badly.”

Remy isn’t sure what to say to that, so he puts a hand on Emile’s cheek, attempting to check his temperature.

“Harley should have given us the equivalent of psychic sex-ed,” Remy mutters irritably. Emile’s skin, always soft, is warmer than Remy would like.

Emile yawns. “Not gonna disagree with you there.”

Remy tugs up Emile’s blankets to tuck him in. Emile smiles up at him, a little bashful, a lot sleepy.

“Cuddles?” Emile mumbles, holding out his arms, entreating.

And, well. What is Remy gonna do, not cuddle his incredibly adorable boyfriend recovering from psychic birth?

#my fic #my fanfic

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doctorroseficreclists · 4 years

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update: August 2020, part 4

part one | part two | part three

Welp, after having some $%#@*&@!!! computer problems and being bogged down by work, I’m back to harass you with the last of this...um...this interval of an indeterminate period of time’s update! 😁

(Psst.. Please thank @chiaroscuroverse for the fic bonanza in the AU department!)

fic rec list masterpost

💘 = adult rating (For longer fics, this likely only applies to some chapters.)

EPISODES

Added to Episodes: The Idiot’s Lantern

Reassurance by @gallifrey1sburning (ficlet, all ages)

Sight by BadWolf256 (short story, teen)

Added to Episodes: Impossible Planet/Satan Pit

Battle by Rynne (short story, teen)

Letting Go by Vanderslice (ficlet, teen)

Added to Episodes Beyond Rose's Canon Era: Human Nature/FoB

Always Her Doctor by @chocolatequeennk (novella, teen)

Added to FixIts: GitF General

Got to Be There by @davinasgirlfriend (TenxRose, ThirteenxRose, short story)

A Question of Worth by @countessselena (all ages, short story)

Repercussions by littleredkoalabear (teen, short story)

Added to Rose in Series 3 (Series 3 Rewrites)

A Place for Us to Dream by @dimensionhoppingrose (novel, part of series, teen)

To Lead Herself Home by @chocolatequeennk (series, teen)

The Doctor and the Wolf by MerryweatherWho (series, teen)

💘 Touched by an Angel by @lastbluetardis (Blink, short story)

Don't Blink by rosewarren (Blink, novel, teen)

HULLABALOO

Added to Christmas: Misteltoe

Never Been Kissed by @lillibetm3 (Nine)

Added to Christmas: Nine

All I Want for Christmas Is You by @lillibetm3 (teen, short story)

Added to Christmas: Ten

Christmas Joy by @chocolatequeennk (short story)

Christmas Tree by @lizann5869 (ficlet)

Added to Christmas: Tentoo

Time Lord Technology and Hidden Depths by @ialwayscomewhenyoucall

Added to General AU: Nine

💘 A Death Defying Romance by @paigenotblank (the Doctor is Death au, short story)

Love Always, The Doctor by @chiaroscuroverse & @fleurdeneuf (EightxRose, NinexRose, novella, teen)

The Time Lord’s Wife by frin tennant (NinexRose, TenxRose, adult, The Time Traveler’s Wife au)

Added to AU: Artist

Fixed Focus by @mariechambers (TenxRose, short story, teen)

Added to AU: Bodyguard

An Unwilling Arrangement by @doctor-who-hears-a-horton (TenxRose, all ages, novella)

Added to AU: Crime

teeth and thorns by @his-braveheart (NinexRose, Black Widow au, short story)

guns and horses by momentmusical (TenxRose, spies, short story)

💘 The Blue Box Case by @kelkat9 (TenxRose, spies, novel)

Take the Money and Run by @gingerteaonthetardis and @lotsofthinkythoughts (EightxRose, crime, novella)

Added to AU: Fairytale

The garden where all beauties be by @gingerteaonthetardis (Nine, short story)

obscured by @perfectlyrose (Nine, novella, wip)

Once upon a time… by @asthewheelwills (Nine, short story)

Red by @badwolfxoncomingstorm (kaynibbler16) (Ten,short story)

Added to AU: Films

The Academy by @kelkat9 (X-Men, Ten, novel)

As The Sun Will Rise by helplesslynerdy (Beauty and the Beast, Ten, series)

💘 Elsewhere by @fadewithfury (Somewhere In Time, Ten, novel)

He Gave Me the World by @buffyann23 (While You Were Sleeping, Ten, novella)

Opening Walls by Toppbanana (Anastasia, Ten, novel)

A Scribble In Time by @deathlyfandoms (Tangled, Ten, novella)

Stars On Her Ceiling by @davinasgirlfriend (The Shape of Water, Ten, novella)

Stowaways by @ofstormsandwolves (Treasure Planet, Ten, novella)

The Time Lord’s Wife by frin tennant (The Time Traveler’s Wife, novella)

Who’s Got Mail by @whoinwhoville (You’ve Got Mail, Ten, novella)

Added to AU: Regency/Historical

the end of east by momentmusical (tenxrose, short story)

💘 Where You Tend a Rose by @illogical-fascinations (tenxrose, novella)

Added to AU: Royalty

kings are cowards by @rose-tylers (onlyeverthus) (Ten, short story)

Once Upon A Time and Far Far Away by WordMusician (Ten, novella)

The Princess, And Him by @doctor-who-hears-a-horton (Ten, novella)

Added to AU: Singer

I Write The Songs by @licieoic (ten, uni au, teen)

💘 The Vortex Boys by @aintfraidanoghosts (ten, novella)

The Lads From Gallifrey by @kelkat9, @whoinwhoville, and timelord1 (nine, ten, eleven, short story, teen)

💘 Air From My Lungs to Give Voice to Your Song by @licieoic (ten, au dark!doctor, warnings)

Added to AU: Single Parent

Electrical Impulses by @asthewheelwills (Nine, novella, all ages, wip)

Love Always, The Doctor by @chiaroscuroverse & @fleurdeneuf (Nine, novella, teen)

Added to AU: School

Ready, Set, Let's Go by @deathlyfandoms

Five times John Smith & Rose Tyler saved each other from getting doused, and one time they didn't by @kilodalton

The Perils of Pink by @deathlyfandoms

In the Rain by @emkaywho

Rooftop Picnics by @perfectlyrose

Running through the High School hallways by @asthewheelwills

With A Little Bit of Luck by @deathlyfandoms

Added to AU: College

PLEASE NOTE: I think something went wrong with this list at some point! I'm sure it is my fault, because I always feel compelled to rewrite the HTML to clean up tumblr being tumblr... (bad codemonkey me!) There seems to be more below than is actually on the list itself! @chiaroscuroverse, let me talk to you about this! I know some of these are also superhero aus. If there are any corrections, I'll post them later.

Catalysis by @lastbluetardis (series)

Constellations of Their Own Making (The Galaxy's Edge Remix) by @sequencefairy (short story)

💘 First year by OiWatchItSpaceman (short story)

Got to Be There by @davinasgirlfriend

Her Guitar Hero by @asthewheelwills (short story)

Match Set by @bluedawn0123 (short story)

Misunderstandings and Reconciliations by @dryadalis (short story)

An Old-Fashioned Correspondence by @deathlyfandoms (short story)

Pins and Needles by @professorspork (short story)

Sweetheart by @stoprobbersfic

Uni Professors AU by @perfectlyrose (NinexRose, ficlet)

Uni-verse by @jellyneau-xo

[ETA: Superheroes]

Girl of Steel by @rosa-acicularis

Hero/Heroine by @chocolatequeennk

Heroes of Tardis City by @timeladyofthesith

In a Single Bound by @allrightfine

Little Secrets by @allrightfine

Super Bad Wolf by @gallifreyburning

Strike of Lightning by @goingtothetardis

#update #august 2020 #part 4

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inevitably-johnlocked · 4 years

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Hi steph, I don't know if I asked this already (or if I forgot to) but, do you have any fics to do with them shaving each other? Or just shaving in general? or the lack of it?

Anonymous said to inevitably-johnlocked: any fics where sherlock and john shave the others' genitals? Or just any fic to do with shaving? Or the lack of shaving?

Hi Lovelies!

Not sure if you’re the same Nonny but I’ll put these together anyway because they’re related LOL. I don’t have many, but hopefully you’ll enjoy what I have, and as always, gang, feel free to add your own fic recs!! <3

SHAVING

See also: John Has a Beard

The Oolong Disaster by unicornpoe (T, 4,151 w., 1 Ch. || John’s Beard, Fluff, Humour, Frustrated Sherlock, John Takes Care of Sherlock, Case Fic-ish, Pining Sherlock, First Kiss, Possessive Sherlock) – John has a beard. Sherlock has a panic attack.

Facade by distantstarlight (M, 4,715 w., 1 Ch. || Fluff, John’s Beard, No-Shave November, Grumpy Sherlock, Clueless Sherlock) – Sherlock is highly irritated with a challenge John has agreed to undertake. Why does he need to grow a beard anyway?

Bridges by sussexbound (M, 6,602 w., 1 Ch || Post-TLD / S4 Fix It, Love Confessions, Mending Relationships, Moving Back In, Pining Sherlock, POV Sherlock, Past Abuse, Shaving) – The silence between them is deafening, interrupted only by the hum of the traffic outside, and the soft click-clunk of the plastic cups Rosie is playing with on the floor beside them. It is the first time they have been alone together, since Sherlock’s birthday. It’s only been two days, but it feels huge, important, like there is a precarious bridge stretched out before them both that they need to at least attempt to traverse.

Of Razors, Pipes, Red Notebooks and Rugby Jerseys, Or: Sherlock Doesn't Like His Doctors Clean Shaven by allonsys_girl (E, 7,313 w., 1 Ch. || Est. Rel., PWP / Porn With Feelings, John’s Beard / Beard Kink, Roleplay, Love Declarations, Banter, Rimming, Anal, Domestic Fluff / Bliss, Idiots in Love, Emotional Lovemaking, Pet Names, Obsessive Sherlock, Sherlock POV, Bottomlock, Cranky Sherlock) – John grows a beard. Sherlock really likes it. Part 1 of Consulting Husbands

Northwest Passage by Kryptaria (E, 95,157 w., 27 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Canadian AU || BAMF!John, Canadian John, PTSD, Anal / Oral Sex, Rimming, Emotional Hurt / Comfort, Drug Rehab, Falling in Love, Pining Sherlock, Love Confessions, Sherlock’s Violin, Panic Attacks, Switching, Anxious / Protective Sherlock, Hugs for Comfort, Suicide Mentions, Healing Each Other) – Seven years ago, Captain John Watson of the Canadian Forces Medical Service withdrew from society, seeking a simple, isolated life in the distant northern wilderness of Canada. Though he survives from one day to the next, he doesn't truly live until someone from his dark past calls in a favor and turns his world upside-down with the introduction of Sherlock Holmes." Part 1 of Tales from the Northwest

A Further Sea by i_ship_an_armada & ShinySherlock (E, 125,492 w., 23 Ch. || Historical Pirates AU || Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Doctor John / Pirate Captain Sherlock, Sailing, UST / RST, Masturbation, Action / Adventure, Mild Angst & Peril, Romance, Shaving, Molly/Janine, Bottomlock, Hand / Blow Jobs, Past Drug Use, Slow Burn, Mild Violence, Facial Shaving, Happy Ending) – Here be a tale of adventure for both body and soul, but beware if ye be not of stout heart, for this be piratelock, ya savvy? Luckless ship's surgeon John Watson takes a chance, and finds himself eye to eye with The Ghost, the scourge of the seven seas and a definite thorn in the side of the blaggard, James Moriarty. But when John finds there's more to this most cunning pirate than be meetin' the eye, he has to choose... is it a pirate's life for him?

MARKED FOR LATER (with BEARD FICS)

A Study in Beard by Loveismyrevolution (T, 3,810 w., 1 Ch. || Established Relationship, Fluff and Humour, Experiments, Beards, Idiots in Love, Quarantine) – Sherlock has to face the consequences of using up all of their shaving foam. Which turns out to be more fun than expected. Boys being boys, nothing can go without a challenge. Although, being isolated presents a problem. How will they determine the winner? Part 2 of the Hairy Situations at 221B series

How to Sleep with Your Enemy in One Semester by 221b_careful_what_you_wish_for (M, 9,699 w., 6 Ch. || College / Uni Professors AU || Professor John/Sherlock, Enemies to Lovers, Rivalry, Bickering, Office Sex, Blow Jobs, Fluff, Domestics, John’s Beard, Idiots in Love, Humour) – Visiting professors John Watson and Sherlock Holmes are longtime academic rivals — and now unwilling office mates — at a prestigious American university. When their tense arguments give way to an undercurrent of mutual attraction, their war of wits turns into something more personal — until it goes off course. A party, a phone number, and deserted office at night might just bring them back together.

we are more than the footnotes my love by poechild (T, 17,874+ w., 1 of 2 Ch. || Alternate First Meeting, Unilock, Drug Addict Sherlock, Caring / Doctor John, Protective John, Hurt/Comfort, Pre-ASiP, Pining John, Massage, Shaving, Hurt Sherlock, Concussions, Drug Withdrawal) – A druggie kisses John on the street then steals his wallet. John, of course, takes him home.

A Firm Hand by Ellipsical (E, 39,128 w.+, 12/? Ch. || WiP || Daddy Kink, Office Sex, Blow/Hand Jobs, Bearded John, Exhibitionism, Vulnerability, Kinks, Spanking, Anal, Prostate Milking, Submission, Mile High Club, Misunderstandings, Rimming, Confessions, Anal Plug) – Dr. John Watson, newly turned 35 and recently minted as CEO of Watson Technology, a med tech corporation based in London, after the death of his father, had recently hired the son of an old family friend to be his new personal assistant. The boy had spiralled out of control, according to his parents, and needed a firm hand to guide him. John, who had heard the name Sherlock Holmes crop up in other circles, had an inkling as to why.

#steph replies #johnlock fic recs #shaving fics #my fic recs #Anonymous

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All I long for is to nibble Parmesan cheese like a feral gremlin woman, but I cannot partake in such activities while my father is watching TV lest he know that I stay awake to 1am and eat cheese 😭

#the perils of being home from uni #no more late night cheese nibbling #girlblog #girlblogging #girlblogger #insomnia is so lana del rey coquette vinyl #i am just a girl #a girl with period cravings for Parmesano reggiano!

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There Was Only One Bed

Wherein Sherlock and John are forced to share a bed outside the flat, such as while on a case or holiday, as distinct from the whole slew of "bed-sharing" fics where they end up in each other's bed at home due to illness, destruction of property, nightmares, etc.

Winter's Delights (21173 words) by Kate_Lear Rating: Explicit Summary: Sherlock takes John home for Christmas to meet the extended Holmes family.

A Terrific Soporific (11269 words) by antietamfalls Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Summary: Sherlock, a long-time sufferer of insomnia, is forced to share a bed with John at a hotel while on a case. To his astonishment, he finds that spending the night next to John helps him sleep and becomes determined to maneuver himself back into John's bed.

Ghost Stories (22256 words) by SwissMiss Rating: Mature Summary: Sherlock's parents think he and John are a couple. They might be onto something.

The Boötes Void (24721 words) by J_Baillier Rating: Mature Summary: Research time at the telescopes of Cambridge's Mullard Radio Astronomy Observatory is a highly sought-after resource for the university's postgraduate students. On a swelteringly hot summer weekend, there is a bit of a cock-up with the bookings…

Chaperones (34115 words) by MissDavis Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Summary: Right. Of course. Everyone assumed they were a couple and no one would question it. John put his elbows up on the table so he could rest his head in his hands. "You want to pretend to be a couple so we can chaperone a trip to Disney World with Rosie's class and you won't have to share a room with a stranger?" "Exactly." Sherlock beamed at him. "Don't worry about the cost. The Birmingham case last month paid more than enough to cover expenses for all three of us."

Roommates are for little people (69042 words) by alexxphoenix42 Rating: Explicit Summary: John was looking forward to seeing his friends back at uni, but a new year brings new complications, not the least of which is a dorm room with only one bed, and a stroppy roommate with an utterly spectacular arse. God, John doesn't need the headache.

The Red Ridge (16021 words) by Mamaorion Rating: Mature Summary: Four years into their relationship post s4, Sherlock reminisces the case in Snowdonia that finally brought he and John together... with help from a perilous murder scene investigation, a terrible nightmare, and a forgotten violin.

The Case of the Meddling Siblings (36933 words) by destinationtoast Rating: Mature Summary: Mycroft and Harry Watson team up to send John and Sherlock on a case to distract a Sherlock who’s been pining after John. And Harry, at least, is determined to get the boys together. Two sets of Holmes & Watson shenanigans ensue. (post-S2 AU)

Bridging the Ravine (58887 words) by SilentAuror Rating: Explicit Summary: Sherlock and John go undercover at Ravine Valley, a therapy centre for same-sex male couples in an investigation into a possible human trafficking ring. As they pose as a couple and fake their way through the therapy sessions for the sake of the case, it quickly becomes difficult to avoid discussing their very real issues. Set roughly six nine months after series 4.

Goodness Gives Extras (39629 words) by mydwynter Rating: Explicit Summary: Christmas time. 'Tis the season to settle down with a drink, some food and a present or two, and to enjoy the quiet relaxation of the holiday. Instead, there's a case that drags them all over, missing presents, disappointed kids, angry parents, and a freak snowfall. On top of that John has to deal with Sherlock, who is being even more of a prat than usual. He really shouldn't have expected anything different.

Halving Infinity (9820 words) by sophiahelix Rating: Explicit Summary: In which John goes on holiday, dances with a pretty girl, and resolves a certain situation with his flatmate.

#rec list #romance

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orientation groups shitty advisors and commuter problems: the perils of the plant trio group chat

by internet638 nobara | uni era @k_nobara day 2 of university and i’ve befriended two gay losers who are pining after each other. | nobara | uni era @k_nobara i am so setting them up | nobara | uni era @k_nobara but i MUST get a girlfriend before that | megumi 🔒 @fushiguromegumi delete this what if he sees Fushiguro Megumi got into one of the best universities in the country, and it's less than half an hour away from home. The only issue is that his guardian, now well-known YouTuber Gojo Satoru, is a professor there. Turns out that's the least of his problems, the more immediate one being the pink-haired boy from his orientation group who's in three out of his five classes. Itadori Yuuji is, in fact, going to college. After all the family drama that happened in high school, going to a top nursing program in a university across the country is the exact reset he needs. His roommate's fine, his advisor won't answer a single email, but that cute boy from orientation seems nice, if a little awkward. Words: 742, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Series: Part 2 of #satosugu has been trending... Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/F, M/M Characters: Itadori Yuuji, Fushiguro Megumi, Kugisaki Nobara, Fushiguro Tsumiki, Hasaba Nanako, Hasaba Mimiko, Toudou Aoi (Jujutsu Kaisen) Relationships: Fushiguro Megumi/Itadori Yuuji, Kugisaki Nobara/Zenin Maki Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - College/University, POV Outsider, Social Media, Mutual Pining, Matchmaking, Friends to Lovers, Mentioned Gojo Satoru, Mentioned Getou Suguru, Minor Getou Suguru/Gojo Satoru, Other Additional Tags to Be Added from AO3 works tagged 'Fushiguro Megumi/Itadori Yuuji' https://ift.tt/aSW1YHX

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #itafushi #itadori yuuji #fushiguro megumi #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #fushiita

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The Simpsons - A Commentary on American Culture

No one could have predicted that the grungy drawings of Homer, Marge, Bart, Lisa and Maggie Simpson on the sketch parody program, "The Tracey Ullman Show" would change into a tremendously worshiped pack hit among watchers everything being proportionate and establishments. As the longest running restored course of action all through the whole closeness of TV, it is in like turnpike one of the most esteemed. "The Simpsons" scenes are routinely themed around advancing new unanticipated turns of events – even imperfect subjects, for instance, gay marriage and religion in state financed schools. There is nothing of the sort as difficult to show up at point on "The Simpsons." Topics on the show are facilitated distraction that is truly spun around all ages, races, sexual course and religions rick simpson oil .

Credits

Producer and authority creator, Matt Groening is attributed with restoring the excess satire to prime time TV with the introduction of "The Simpson's" hypothesis on Fox in 1989. Official creator James L. Streams is an Emmy and Academy award winning producer and creator of films that wire Terms of Endearment and As Good as it Gets. Al Jean is the third official creator other than head producer (Simpsons, 2006). As a stunning little attestation, staff writer, Daniel Chun is the more fiery get-together of a juvenile this author dated in assistant school. Al Jean and Mike Scully are in like manner two fundamental researchers.

Regardless of the conspicuous VIP guest stars who have voiced different sensational characters on the show, it is the voices of the standard characters that are central and key to the show's continued with progress. Everything considered striking for giving out the general filtered through "D'oh!" as Homer Simpson, Dan Castallaneta past Tracey Ullman cast part, is other than Mayor Quimby, Grandpa Simpson and Groundskeeper Willie among others. What's logically a Tracey Ullman alumna, Julie Kavner prompts her voice to Marge Simpson and her two upsetting Homer-disdaining, MacGyver focused, chain smoking sisters Patty and Selma. Nancy Cartwright is the voice of multi year old Bart Simpson, paying little mind to Ralph Wiggum, Nelson Muntz and Todd Flanders. Focus youthful, multi year old Lisa Simpson is outlined by Yeardley Smith. Both Hank Azaria and Harry Shearer offer voices to different Springfield's essential characters (Simpsons, 2006).

The Simpsons' Lucrative Heyday

In its exactly on an ideal opportunity to mid-'90s importance days, "The Simpsons" was less at the height of clear quality and evaluations, at any rate the show was gathering a few millions in referenced thing bargains. Parties couldn't get enough stunning Homers that drooled "Mmmm… doughnuts" or battery worked Barts hollering "Announced carumba!" at the push of his mid-locale, paying little psyche to PC games, dress, home enhancements from this time forward commonly more. Bart's catchphrases which included "Don't have a dairy creatures man!" and "Eat my shorts" were heard everywhere. Near the evaluations, systems of Simpsons referenced things have declined starting late, yet the section scholars' and producers' undertakings to keep the show new and attracting have not gone unnoticed by various watchers who have remained focused on the inhabitants of Springfield, USA.

A Window into Our Nation

How the show is set in a dull state shows an effort concerning the stars to reflect American culture everything considered in each scene. This has related with the show to draw watchers from wherever all through the country. For instance, a show like "Sex and the City" may have an especially beast after of New York watchers, while "The Simpsons" with its unidentified setting can interface all Americans. The two-story Simpson home on Evergreen Terrace energetically shows up additionally as a standard home in an American suburb – short the festival like striking shades.

The Main Characters – the Simpson family

The show is based around the Simpson nuclear family model of two watchmen, 2.5 young people (Maggie could be considered the .5 thinking about her as deficiency to talk) notwithstanding cats, Snowball I, II and III and ensured about greyhound, Santa's Little Helper. The family structure and character characters reflect standard American checks. While the Simpsons are truly broken, (as show by one of the past scenes where the family experienced incapacitated individual treatment with Dr. Marvin Monroe to vanquish their issues), finally, we when in doubt have issues, at any rate toward the day's end, there is an enormous level of warmth and solidarity in different families. This is unmistakably, if you pardon the trustworthy introductions of youth abuse where Homer stiflers Bart until his eyes swell off of his brain and the way that kid Maggie is certainly once in a while wandered out from home alone.

Submitted adornment and mother Marge is a tribute to enduring American moms. She is the heart, soul and glue of the Simpson family. As opposed to her life right hand, Marge doesn't have any mates or time to be social as she is an over the top level of clamoring paying unprecedented cerebrum to her adored one and adolescents. Homer, who has a huge level of irrelevant progression mates, is the pulverizing imbecile of a genuine proximity embellishment and father. What he needs sharp, he makes up in mix use at his kept up watering opening, Moe's Tavern. He isn't for each condition completely gave to his family and is continually fuming and crazy, yet near the fulfillment of most scenes, he picks the best choice – and that is the spot we see the spirit of the American father.

Bart is the artfulness, free vivacious most settled youth who uncovers burden all finished, regardless, like his father, as a last resort finds recuperation and a liberal closeness practice before the accreditation of a scene. Lisa is the totally evident still, little voice of the Simpson family. An especially read, caring youth who follows Buddhism and perpetual new unexpected new turns of events, Lisa can in like course chuckle with Bart at the especially energetic scenes of the cat and mouse enemies, Itchy and Scratchy. Kid Maggie, while the humblest and calmest character, says a great deal with the sucking of her pacifier. Managers have dependably given Maggie a discernible information and care that isolates her young age. She even has a uni-browed baby adolescent pre-grown-up kid foe.

Social Commentary

Notwithstanding the Simpson family central characters, the show features packs and unquestionable Springfield tenants with staggering records and excited characters, all of which address the focal characters an epic bit of us will establishing with the course of our lives. For instance, our country is over-issue with odd government supervisors and Mayor Quimby addresses an absolute vexatious political figure. He is routinely caught in exchanging off positions selling out Springfield and swaying with young people, yet he remains in force and no one in the town seems to shudder an eyelash. Completely when he even addresses the townspeople as "botching hicks" and they are not sifted through by it.

Punching fun of the police structure, The Simpsons features Police Chief Clancy Wiggum, perhaps the second most essential bozo on the hotshot near Homer. He is in peril for Springfield's security and thriving with his two side-kicks who rout Wiggum in information. His stagger factor is wavering and the town would be in a perfect circumstance rushed toward dread based oppressor savages with access to weapons of mass pummeling. Any police chairman who says "Aww, wouldn't anyone have the decision to in this town censure all position?" may not be the most qualified open entries for the turn of events (Simpsons, 2006).

Estimation of the Elderly

The show other than limits the fundamental issue of old dismissal. Homer's father, Grandpa Simpson, lives in the Springfield Retirement Castle. A surrendered war sifted specific, Grandpa was hard for Homer in his pubescence. As perhaps a kind of subconscious response, Homer put Grandpa in a home where his own fulfillment is poor. Doubtlessly Grandpa and various tenants are regulated genuinely. His ill-manners is clear when in one event, Grandpa won't let Homer get the phone with the objective that he can "respect the rings." Yet Grandpa appears in changed scenes as a singing, hypnotizing character who credits his novel, upsetting outlandishness to the show. Potentially the specialists are endeavoring to plot that different old paying little respect to everything have a great deal to contribute and should not be disposed of as aggravations.

Phil Hartman

The late Phil Hartman of Saturday Night Live acknowledgment influenced his voice to two prosaism Simpsons characters: miserable authentic guide Lionel Hutz and lighting up film star, Troy McClure. Troy McClure would normally progress by saying something like "Howdy, I'm Troy McClure! You may review me from such open assistance stories as 'Alloted Drivers, the Lifesaving Nerds' and 'Phony Tornado Alarms Reduce Readiness'" (Troymcclurepage, 2006). Troy was a boggling of a character a broad bit of us found in our giganticness in potentially a couple of state maintained school films that by chance held any illuminating worth.

Certifiable guide Lionel Hutz was a crude, salvage vehicle filtering for after, picked authority who now and again out of the blue appeared in a situation where his confirmed "achievement" may have helped him advantage by somehow. His authentic practice was named "I Can't Believe it's a Law Firm!" and offered clients gleams, for instance, a free pizza if their settlements were not formed in a brief timeframe or less (Lionel Hutz, 2006). Lionel's character unfalteringly exemplified the hypothesis of the unquenchable, money grubbing confirmed help.

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Can we please have more Through my veins? Pretty please

Through My Veins - Part 5:

Part One. Part Two. Part Three. Part Four.

From quiet comfort to rowdy excitement, the Fraser house had exploded with life as Willie returned from his business trip to Cumbria. He’d taken Jenny and Rabbie with him so that Claire and Lamb could see the calmer side to Lallybroch before the whole family resumed their daily routine. Once Lamb knew Claire would accompany him, Brian had passed the duty of visiting a stock of new cattle to the eldest two Fraser’s and they had all agreed that Rabbie could do with a short vacation after his stressful year at school.

With Willie home, daily farm duties returned to his and Brian’s control leaving Jamie with a lot more free time. Instead of studying the new reading list he’d been sent from his university tutors he’d been showing Claire more of the local area.

“If I take ye further north we’ll hit Beauly, it’s verra pretty up there - especially when ye go off into Glen Affric.”

“Is it isolated out there?” Claire asked, her eyes wandering as the scenery whizzed by the window of the Land Rover Jamie had borrowed from his father. She’d loved meeting Willie, Jenny and Rabbie again but she missed the stillness and she missed having Jamie all to herself - as selfish as that was.

“Aye, it can be. But there’s Murnos and a loch - people often go fishing up there, or kayaking on the water. So it depends where ye go.”

Smiling, Claire turned back to face him as they sailed down a steep hill, the forest encasing them as they drove. “Everywhere up here is so idyllic and beautiful, I don’t think I’d ever get bored of it.” She sighed, her thoughts turning to her future. She still hadn’t decided what to do next; whether she accompanied Lamb further north to Shetland, or whether she stayed and made her own way home. Ellen had offered their home up to her, stating that she could stay as long as she wanted or needed but it was Jamie -hovering on the periphery- who had piqued her interest.

Reading her mind, Jamie shifted his hand from the gear stick to take hers. Bringing it onto his knee, he rubbed his fingers across her palm, his eyes remaining on the road. “I ken Lamb leaves next week but what mam said is right, yer welcome wi’ us for as long as ye want. Why don’t ye stay - at least until the end of summer? I have a wee bit of work to do before uni starts in October but I could give ye the grand tour of the highlands.”

Turning off, the small village of Beauly passing by in a blur, they continued into the Scottish wilderness. The road thinned and the forest concealed them as they drove. It was early summer -and warm- meaning the place was somewhat busy and Jamie had to keep pulling into the passing places to let others by.

“Have ye thought any more about yer PHd?” He asked after a while of silence. He could tell she was watching him - her eyes flitting between him and the road as they got closer to their intended destination.

“Not really.” Sighing, Claire glanced back at Jamie’s profile. Her cheeks heated. She’d been thinking of all the things they could do should she decided to stay and because of that, her studies had fallen to the bottom of her agenda. “I did think about taking some time off - I think I need it after the last few months, but being busy finishing it off might be good for me too. I just don’t know.”

“Just because you but the breaks on for a month or so doesna mean you have to give it up completely, does it?”

“No, definitely not. I just might lose focus, that’s all. Right now, even though it’s been a hard slog, I know where I am. I know what I have to do and I have all the information to finish my thesis in my mind and to hand. The longer I put off going back, the harder it could be to get my head back into it. If that makes sense.”

“Oh, completely.” He said, a small smile tugging at his mouth. “I ken the feeling. Starting university, though less taxing than starting yer doctorate, after having nearly three months off was tough. But yer a canny lass - I don’t doubt that ye can do anything ye put yer mind too.”

“But what if I stay for the wrong reasons?”

“Oh…” Pulling the car off the road, Jamie applied the handbrake and turned the engine off. “What do ye think the ‘wrong reasons’ are?” Part of him hated the question as he saw the sadness build behind her eyes. He felt something glowing beneath the surface - he had done since the first moment he’d met her - but he knew she needed much more than simply an unnameable feeling to abandon her studies. He was at home, he had all the comforts of that surrounding him.

She did not.

“I think you know the answer to that, Jamie.” She answered pointedly. “Why else would you have brought me all the way out here today? Why else would I have said yes to accompanying you?”

The sound of him unclipping his seatbelt echoed through the car as silence encased them. Turning his head, he moved slowly as he leaned over the central console and slid his hand around the back of her neck until his fingers were buried in her hair. His lips were perilously close to hers as he tipped his head to the side. “Does this feel wrong to you? Honestly.” He asked, his voice nothing but a whisper as he crept steadily closer.

“Maybe wrong wasn’t the right choice of word,” she replied breathlessly.

“So what is?”

“It’s all just happening so quickly that I can’t reconcile what right from wrong actually is anymore.”

“Yer head is battling with yer heart, Claire.” He said, so quietly she almost didn’t hear him. “Logic dictates that this shouldna be happening but I’m no’ the boy ye kent before.”

“It isn’t just that. I know who you are, Jamie, I see you. But it’s so fast. I feel as though I’ve been swept off my feet by this terrifying storm, water circling me - drowning me - as my body struggles to keep up with the amount of oxygen my brain needs to survive. And then, in the midst of that, I meet you and all I can see is your face. All I can feel is your hands, your body against mine and even though the black clouds have thinned and the waters have receded, I’m still left shipwrecked and raw. You’re the sun,” she whispered their lips skimming as she spoke, drawing him closer, “but I’ve hardly begun to take stock of this new me and I don’t know how to do that and love you at the same time.”

#;Mod MBD #Through My Veins AU #Jamie X Claire

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I’m Gonna Keep This Forever

Summary: The life of a makeup artist isn’t easy and it’s so much harder when you have a crush on one of the actors.

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1,944

Another day, another movie and another couple months of work. You walked into your trailer and started taking out and sorting all your make up supplies. Over your run as Marvel's main make up artist you've had everyone in the chair. From the stunning Scarlett Johansen to the charismatic Chris Hemsworth. Even the newest edition to the Marvel roster: Tom Holland.

Ever since he sat in your makeup chair for the first time you were practically the best of friends. If he had a problem he'd sit down and ask you for advice. You always wondered why you and he would always reply with 'you just have the best advice'. The two of you became so close that whenever he was going somewhere after the day was wrapped up he'd always invite you to hangout with him and his friends.

Your life was a dream come true. Everyone had sat in your chair, Tom more than others, other makeup artists would come and go depending on when they were needed but you were the constant. But your perfect lifestyle was in peril. It was in danger from your self. You had fallen hard for Tom. You didn't want to risk over stepping any lines, whether they already be drawn or not. Makeup artists are supposed to always be there but in the shadows not in the spot light. Over stepping those lines would put you in the spotlight and that's not what was supposed to happen.

Suddenly, Tom threw open the door to your trailer and pranced in elated, gripping his phone firmly in his hand.

"Y/N! Hey, I was wondering if you'd let me live stream you doing my make up for the shoot today. I just wanna show everyone part of the process ya know." He beamed with the hope that you'll let him live stream you doing his make up.

"Let me double check what you have to start off with today and then we'll see. We don't want any spoilers getting out. Do we Tom?" You asked with a raised eyebrow to which he blushed a little and awkwardly laughed. "Alright, you're in the clear. Set up anything you need and I'll go get the supplies." Tom fit pumped the air has he unlocked his phone, placed it against the wall mirror and started up the stream.

From the other side of the trailer you heard him mutter some words about what the two of you discussed earlier. You retuned with some basics. Foundation, concealer and the like.

"Right, this is Y/N the main Marvel make up artist," he explained as you waved to his phone, "today she's gonna do some basic make up for today's shoot."

He sat in the chair and you turned him sideways so that you could work but still have his audience see him. As you were putting on the foundation he asked you to read a few of the comments to him so he could reply and keep the stream as interesting as it can get. You found endearing when he went off on a tangent about something and his eyes just lit up talking about it.

"How did you get to where you are today?" You told him applying some concealer, waiting for him to reply.

"Well, it took a long time but I finished my GCSEs and then went to a preforming arts academy and did a course there for two years." You were concentrating on applying the highlighter while he talked you tuned him out. Until he looked directly at you with eyes full of curiosity with a hint of love and asked, "what about you?"

"Uh, me? I uh, I finished my GCSEs and my A levels. Did pretty well in both. Then I went off to uni and specialised in cosmetics. So a did four year course and got my bachelor's in cosmetics." You didn't say much as you weren't used to being the one answering the questions. To pressed on saying that he wanted to find out more about you. You said only a little more before asking about him.

He retold you his whole life story. His family life friend life even past girlfriends before asking you wether you were single. You answered with the truth. Yes. Although you did blush a little. In your book asking if someone was single was sign one of the asker being interested in the, aforementioned, someone.

You finished his make up and waved to Tom's audience as he ended the stream. He then put his phone into his pocket and swooped you into a hug. He even lifted you off the floor and spun your around. He thanked you once more and existed the trailer. A smile was still lingering on your face when Chris Evans walked in with a knowing look on his face.

"What?" You asked.

"Did I just hear Tom ask you if you were single?" Being the father figure he was, he answered a question with a question. Followed closely by yet another question, "and am I delusional but did you reply with yes?"

You just smiled asking him to sit in the chair and then looking outside at the large queue that had formed. It was back to the grind.

The next day you woke up with a small headache and a small memory gap that at first didn't appear to be a problem.

You went through your normal routine. Eat, brush teeth, get dressed brush hair, leave. You settled down in your car; looking at your watch on decided you still had time until you had to leave. Yawning with your thermos of tea in hand you opened your phone and saw it blow up with messages.

Tom invited you with Harrison Jacob and Zendaya to celebrate the end of filming. You went to Z's favourite bar and ordered a couple rounds. For most of the night you refused to drink anything stronger than whiskey, until Tom 'convinced' you to take a shot with him. He then had the brilliant idea to take a phot with all of you. He asked someone passing by to take the photo. You were in the middle with Tom's hands wrapped snugly around your waist and his chin atop your head. Zendaya and Jacob were on wait her side with Harrison on his side at your feet. After the photo was taken you honestly couldn't believe that his phone wasn't taken away. Tom then sent it to everyone so that you could all share this moment. The five of you then exited the bar and walked each other home. First Jacob then Z and then you. Tom wanted to spend as much time holding you as he could. When you got to your apartment he practically wouldn't let you go. He wanted to savour the moment because he knew full well that when the liquid courage wore off, he wouldn't be a ale to do it every again. Before he let you go however, he had another bright idea. This time to post the picture on Instagram tagging all of you in the photo.

You looked at the caption. 'Crazy last day of filming love you guys!' Under the post you read some of that comments that have been blowing up your phone.

'Omg who's that Tom's holding?! Are they dating?!'

'OMG OMG OMG @y/n IS SO CUTE WITH TOM SHIP!!!'

"AHHH IM NOT ON THAT PICTURE FUCK" you laughed at the last one. It sounded a lot like something you would say. Most of the rest of the comments were alternations between 'are they an item?' and 'I ship them so much.' Blushing you started your car and drove back to set. You had to clean up the makeup kits you left after Tom dragged you to celebrations.

When you got there however you weren't expecting Tom. He had no reason to be here, he was part of the cast his day was done. Yet he was still here.

"Hey Tom." You greeted, "what are you doing here?"

"Well uh I thought I'd- I'd hell you clean up. Yeah. Help clean up." He replied blushing. His was gonna do it. This was the day he was gonna say it. He wasn't gonna back out or more accurately Haz wasn't gonna let him back out. No more hiding. No more pretending. Today was the day.

You smiled, "okay well if you could bather up all the brushes that would be great." He did as you asked. The time was spent in stony silence. While Tom was hyping him self up to tell you by figuring out how he wanted to say it to you; you were were getting ready to give up. You were so focused on packing up that you got startled and fell backward when Tom tapped you on your shoulder. Tom's reflexes kicked in but instead of firmly holding you in his arms you fell on top of Tom. Your back to his front. You head a now from underneath you and saw Tom. Panicking you started standing up and apologising

"Guess I'm not as strong as I thought huh?" He laughed, "you don't need to apologise it was an accident." You nodded you head and went back to work still embarrassed by the previous situation.

You spent what felt like an eternity but was actually more like two seconds before Tom spoke again.

"Hey, I actually came here to tel you something. It's pretty big and I get if you don't wanna accept or anything but I'd still like to be friends after this. If you want to that is and if everything falls to shit like I feel it might." He started fiddling with the bristles of a foundation brush, suddenly finding them the most interesting thing in the world. "You see. There's not subtle or easy was for me to do this. When I told you I wanted the moment to be perfect but after last night I couldn't take not telling you any longer. I like you, a lot. Hell I think I love you. But like I said, I get it if you don't want anything to do with me or if you feel the same way." You stood there shocked. Tom stood there shocked. Why haven't you said anything yet. Are you gonna walk out and leave him? Is that gonna be it?

"Tom," he was dreading the answer but there was still a small glimmer of hope that you might like him back, "I like you too. I didn't think you'd like me back so I just kept it to my self hopped it'd go away. I was honestly just about ready to give up." Tom swooped you up in a hug the same kind of hug he gave you yesterday as a thank you. You heart swelled with joy. You got the guy.

"Can I kiss you now?" Tom asked waiting impatiently and almost immediately you replied. Yes. His lips captured yours in a passionate dance comparable to a tango. Tom traced your bottom lip with his tongue asking for entrance. Before he went in he nipped it sending a shock right through you. The shock coming out as an audible moan. He explored your mouth and you pulled away, lovingly looking into each other's eyes. Then you saw a flash. Turning towards it you saw a Haz shaped figure emerging from the bushes.

"Two posts in the span of a couple hours. The fans'll go crazy." He smirked and handed Tom back his phone. Tom showed the the picture.

"I'm gonna keep this forever"

#tom holland x makupartist!reader #dating tom holland #tom holland x oc #tom x you #tom holland imagines #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland #tom holland x y/n #tom holland x reader

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domestic-harry · 6 years

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have you made an angst rec?? I saw your top 5 angst fic rec but do you have one with all of them?

My Bible of Angst Fics

Undone, Undress : Louis’ new roommate is shy, skittish, and flinches at the slightest sounds. He’s an art major who gets drunk on cherry wine, wears lacy lingerie, and shows up late at night covered in bruises that blossom across his skin like flowers.

Obviously something is wrong. Louis just doesn’t know what it is.

Never Gonna Dance Again : Louis is a spy and Harry is a dancer. The only real thing they know is each other.

Got the Sunshine on my Shoulders : Five years ago, Harry styles left his tiny home town to make it big as a recording artist. he didn’t have much regard for what he left behind - a life, a family, and a husband, who woke up one morning to find him gone.now, Harry has everything he could possibly want: he’s rich, famous, and adored by everyone he meets, including his boyfriend. But when said boyfriend proposes to him, he’s forced to face the uncomfortable facts of his past - and louis, who’s spent the last five years returning every set of divorce papers harry sent him.

Adore You : Against his wishes, Harry spends the holidays at his family’s summer estate, and is reluctantly pulled into a courtship he didn’t ask for. Harry doesn’t want to get married, but Louis does. They don’t fit, but then again they really, really do. Vaguely set in the 1920’s. Headpieces, jazz, fashionable canes, and flapper dresses, and that.

Perfect Storm : What do you do when your best friend asks you and your (now) ex to be the best men at his destination wedding? You can either tell him the truth, tell him you’re not together anymore, and deal with the consequences, or you can pretend you’re still together and roll with it, just pray you don’t spiral. Fake it ‘til you make it. You know, for the sake of the wedding.Harry and Louis choose the latter.

Young & Beautiful : Louis, to his horror, attends an elitist university in which the name Zayn Malik means something, Niall Horan doesn’t stop talking, there are pianos everywhere, and Harry Styles, only son of a drug-addled, clinically insane ex-rocker, has a perfect smile and empty eyes.

Say Hallelujah, Say Goodnight : Louis is an angel who is just a little too bad to be good, Harry is a demon who is just a little too good to be bad, and they’re both a little too in love to be impartial when angels and demons go to war.

Where Your Heart Is : Louis is ready for his brand new adventure. So what if he suffers from a genetic condition that prevents him from being touched? College is going to be awesome. It has to. Karma kind of owes him right now. Forget about his overprotective mother, or Liam– his entirely too chipper step brother– or his mess of a roommate. Forget about the gloves he has to wear at all times. He’s here to expand his knowledge, write and drown himself in books – No matter how distracting ‘Hallway Boy’ may be– The obnoxious, flirty frat wannabe determined to become the bane of Louis’ existence.

Own The Scars : Louis has never felt like he was good enough: for his stepdad, for his life-long best friend, for the life he’s supposed to want. After an accident that nearly costs him his life, Louis’ parents send him to rehab where he’s forced to face his demons. On the long and difficult road to recovery, Louis must confront the truths he’s been avoiding about his future, his relationships, and his sense of self-worth. Because before he can love anyone else, he’s got to learn how to love himself first.

Unbelievers : It’s Louis’ senior year, and he’s dead set on doing it right. However, along with his pair of cleats, a healthy dose of sarcasm and his ridiculous best friend, he’s also got a complicated family, a terrifyingly uncertain future, and a mortal enemy making his life just that much worse. Mortal enemies “with benefits” was not exactly the plan.Or: The one where Louis and Harry definitely aren’t friends, and football is everything.

Scintillating : The one where they fall in love, Harry wins the X-Factor, and everything goes to hell.

Burn to Ash: Harry is sitting there, so fucking casual, and Louis realizes in a split second he was not ready. When Harry walked out in Detroit and never looked back, he was a boy verging on a man, still only twenty years old, but there’s a man in his place now. Hard and resolute, yes, but still, for the first time in a long time, Louis can kind of see the old Harry in him. The soft, directness of his gaze, the hesitant smile he gives to Lou, the way he wrings his ridiculously large hands in his lap.He’s a little bit the eager sixteen year old puppy dog again, his innocence and sweetness resurrected miraculously, and Louis freezes in place. He was prepared to face the asshole Harry. He was prepared to meet a whole new Harry.Louis is not prepared to meet one of the old incarnations of Harry, and it absolutely tears him up.Or the fic where Harry spirals out of control, the band breaks up, and then he shows back up, five years later.

Soft Hands, Fast Feet, Can’t Lose : American Uni AU. Harry Styles is a frat boy football star from the wealthy Styles Family athletic dynasty. A celebrity among football fans, he knows how to play, he knows how to party, and he knows how to fuck (all of which is well known among his legion of admirers).Louis Tomlinson is a student and an athlete, but his similarities to Harry end there. Intelligent, focused, independent, and completely uninterested in Harry’s charms, Louis is an anomaly in a world ruled by football. A bet about the pair, who might be more similar than they originally thought, brings them together. Shakespeare, ballet, Disney, football, library chats, running, accidental spooning, Daredevil and Domino’s Pizza all blend into one big friendship Frappucino, but who will win in the end?

With a Whimper : Dystopian AU. Louis has been alone for too long to remember how not to be, and Harry has too much to worry about to deal with a scrawny, wild, stranger.

Butterfly Gun : Harry has never been much of a fighter, but—as always—where Louis Tomlinson is concerned, a lot of things stop being true.1940’s AU. Even after six years apart, they can’t forget their shared wartime childhood.

Take My Breath Away: There is a prestigious school in the British Royal Navy classified as Premier Delta - or as it is known by its flyers, 1D. These select pilots are an elite set of Naval lieutenants who are trained in the skill of aggressive aerial combat. They are instruments of war, trained in times of peace. They are dogfighters, relentless and fearless in their mission to protect their beloved country. From their lofty vantage, they are always watching, waiting, and ready to lay it all on the line.Lt. Harry Styles, call sign Sparrow, is a prodigy when it comes to flying. The owner of an unrivaled Naval pedigree, being a pilot was always written in the stars for Harry. With his trusty RIO, Lt. Niall Horan, Harry has made an unprecedented ascension in the ranks of the Naval aerial combat elite, and has been recruited to the esteemed Premier Delta flight school, carrying on his family’s legacy. What he finds there are unexpected friendships, perilous challenges, and something beyond what he ever thought possible. Because as his father had always told him, before the great Captain Styles went tragically missing in combat, you don’t fall in love with the sky, you fall in love with what keeps you on the ground.

Through Eerie Chaos : For as long as anyone can remember, Old Hillsbridge Manor has always been believed to be haunted. Everyone in the village agrees and keeps a respectful, fearful, distance. New in town after a bad breakup and an internship that led to disappointment rather than a permanent job, Harry Styles figures taking pictures of the decrepit building could be a great new creative project. Or at least a much-needed distraction while he searches for a job and crashes at his parents’ new house. No one warned him about the apparitions though; about the music, the laughter, the people who flicker and vanish when you call after them, the echoes of a past that should be long gone… Harry has never believed in spirits but even he can admit that there’s something weird going on. What starts as mere curiosity evolves into a full-blown investigation and soon enough, Harry finds himself making friends with an aristocrat from the 1920s and struggling with finding the best way to tell him that he’s dead.

Love Is A Rebellious Bird : AU in which the boys still make music. Louis is the concertmaster of the London Symphony Orchestra, Harry is the New! and Exciting! interim conductor/ex-cello prodigy who “has made Mozart cool again” according to Esquire Magazine (Louis hates him immediately, which is definitely why he internet stalked him in his dark bedroom late at night that one time), and Niall is the best. Zayn and Liam are around too.

Ever since New York : Before the One Direction hiatus, Louis and Harry had decided to break things off, and they were doing as promised. But they bump into each other in New York and things take a sharp turn. No one knows how many times they’re going to have to push each other away until they face the inevitable truth: they’re each other’s soulmates. akaThe one where Harry writes a song about Louis and he finds out.

Gods & Monsters : The instructions were simple: seduce and destroy Harry Styles. Not once did they discuss the option of Louis actually falling in love. So, naturally, that’s exactly what he did.

Baby Heaven’s In Your Eyes : Or a sixth form!AU where Harry is the fucked up bad boy with too many problems, Louis is the perfect rich boy with too much money and their schools are right across from each other. They meet at a party and that’s the last (and maybe the only) thing they need.

These Bountiful Silences : They live in a world where they can only say four words per day. harry meets some people that don’t want to live that way.

The King of Spades : Undercover Metropolitan Police officer DC Louis Tomlinson has worked his way up the ranks of a prominent London crime family without raising suspicion, but when he finds himself pitted against a rising crime boss with a police background and a favoured employee by the name of Harry Styles, everything starts to unravel. Finding himself in the middle of an escalating war between two bosses whose bad blood runs deep into a violent past, Louis has to be even more careful where he steps in case his big secret catches up to him – and if it does, he knows he won’t survive it.Not to mention he’s falling for someone he can’t have – whose earnestness and honesty is a bright spot in a dark world – he can’t sleep because his nightmares haunt him and he’s in way over his head, but it’s just a game, always just a game, and if Louis plays his cards right he might just make it out alive.

Wanted Most : Louis Tomlinson is a thief, and a damn good one at that. Most have heard of him. Most don’t understand him. And Harry Styles is the FBI agent who can never seem to catch him.

Never Be : The one where Harry Styles moves to Connecticut from England for nine months as a part of a study abroad program, and he just so happens to move in with Louis Tomlinson and family.

Coax The Cold : England, 1897. English Professor Louis Tomlinson’s passion for the occult has been a source of mockery and derision for most of his life. When he hears whispers of a travelling freak show newly established in London claiming the existence of a monstrous sea hybrid, half-man, half-fish, Louis sees it as his ticket to credibility amongst his peers. The summer he spends undercover working on the show, however, gives him much more than that.

Red Brick Heart : Uni AU. Harry had turned up at the halls of residence expecting fun, new friends, and maybe a life experience or two. What he doesn’t expect is a surprise roommate who’s loud and dramatic and obsessed with tea and is maybe, actually, all he’s ever wanted.

The End Should Be A Good One : It doesn’t feel like falling in love, the way it had felt the first time around, easy, simple, almost like floating, wrapped up in a whirlwind of touches and kisses, late nights spent laughing breathlessly into each other’s skin. This feels broken, complicated, like every move carries the weight of their past. Like the floorboards beneath them could collapse at any moment. This doesn’t feel good. Or, the one where Harry loses the love of his life on New Years Eve and finds him again, six months later, ready to open some poorly-stitched wounds.

Hiding Place : Louis never wanted a soulmate, didn’t really care for the whole Bonding thing at all, really. Enter Harry Styles, who’s wanted to be Bonded for as long as he could remember. With one fateful meeting in an X Factor bathroom, Louis gets a dagger on his arm and the realization that just because Harry is his soulmate doesn’t mean it’s mutual. From the X Factor house to Madison Square Garden, from the Fountain Studios stage to stadiums across the world, Louis has to learn to love without losing himself completely, because someday his best friend will Bond to someone and replace Louis as the center of his universe. Meanwhile, Harry begins to think that maybe fate doesn’t actually know what it’s doing after all, because his other half has clearly been right in front of him the whole time. All he has to do now is convince Louis to give them a chance. Or, the canon compliant Harry and Louis love story from the very beginning, where the only difference is that the love between them is literally written on their skin, and there’s only so much they can hide.

Fading : Louis knows about beauty; the combination of qualities that pleases the aesthetic senses. He creates that combination every day in the garments he designs while studying fashion at uni. The cut of the design, the color of the fabric, the intricacy of the stitching; it all comes together to create something beautiful. When the science student with the long legs and dimpled smile agrees to model for him, Louis decides he’s found beauty personified. Harry just thinks Louis needs someone to show him how beautiful he is.

You Are The Blood : A seventh-year Hogwarts AU in which Niall gets all the girls, Liam goes on a journey of self-discovery, Zayn falls in love, Harry wants something more, and Louis tries to figure out once and for all why he, a Muggleborn, was sorted into Slytherin.

Bigger Than Life : “Boybander Harry Styles spotted leaving West Hollywood joined hand in hand with new beau, Xander Ritz”His heart drops in his chest as he scrolls down, ignoring the short irrelevant article and looking desperately for a picture. Sure enough, there’s pap shots of Harry and Xander, walking hand in hand, looking drunk and cheerful and together.And that’s—that’s really not what Louis was expecting at all.

Strawberry Milk Series : Au where Harry paints his nails and drinks strawberry milk and is too nervous for it to be nothing and Louis’ just trying to figure out whats wrong with him

Who Painted The Moon Black: Hunger Games AU where Louis Tomlinson is district six’s victor from the 69th Hunger Games and Harry Styles is district seven’s victor from the 72nd Hunger Games.

Empty Skies : For three years, Harry has been running from his past. Now, he is moving to London and pledges to fulfil his only dream – making it big in the music industry. Not everyone has a place, though, and the competition is tough. As is his past catching up on him.Louis is part of the biggest boy band of the world, and getting there had meant a lot of hard work, as well as sacrificing parts of his heart and soul. He’s still happy. Maybe not as happy as he could be, but who is he to complain?

Time Bomb : Or the one where Louis has everything: a lead role in a giant Hollywood franchise, a glittering new house with an entertaining Irish neighbor, and a steady, normal boyfriend who he probably loves. Louis never expected to become a household name among young Hollywood overnight. He also never expected to find something endearing about the enigmatic rockstar who keeps showing up on his back porch.

Shake Me Down : Harry’s new to college, fresh out of Catholic school and conversion therapy camp, and Louis runs the campus LGBTQIA organization.

Louis Lucas : Pornstar!AU. Louis is a pornstar with more issues than he can drink away. Harry is a bisexual singer/songwriter who is desperate to be signed to a major label. Zayn and Liam are Louis’s long-suffering best friends (who also happen to be pornstars, and also happen to be dating each other). Niall just wants to play his guitar.

Turning From Praise : Louis has had a strict Christian upbringing that he never realized he resented until he meets Harry Styles, a boy who lives to rebel and doesn’t give a damn what anyone else thinks. But the better he gets to know Harry, the more he begins to realize that maybe Harry does care. And maybe “the children who God forgot” are closer to God than the devout will ever be.

Into the Blue : AU. In which Louis is Harry’s scuba instructor and quite happy to provide the requested special treatment, pun fully intended. It can’t be all that difficult to convince Harry that they’re on the same page, right? Also, Niall and Liam may or may not be dating, and Zayn is surrounded by emotionally stunted idiots. He bears it with dignity.

Give Me Truths : Louis is a psychology student with a tattoo count as high as his genius IQ. Harry is in a (sort-of) relationship with a homophobic man and hates himself a little more every day. Things fall apart and Louis puts him back together.Or, the one in which Louis falls in love with a fragile boy and tells him every beautiful truth in the world, as long as it makes him happy

Hush. : Au where small towns suck, Louis is losing it, and Harry’s just too perfect.

Wear It Like A Crown : AU. As part of a team of fixers hired to handle a gay scandal in Buckingham Palace, Louis expects Prince Harry to be a lot of things—most notably a royally spoilt brat. Never mind that the very same Prince Harry used to star in quite a number of Louis’ teenage fantasies.

You’ve got to see yourself from far and wide : Harry and Louis meet at a very early age under all the wrong circumstances, which leads them to absolutely loathe each other for years on end. Eventually they both make it as professional football players in (very) rival teams, but are suddenly bought by the same club and depend on one another to either make it or break it at the height of their careers.With a side of sports journalist (and bridge friend) Niall, teammate Liam and wannabe football rep Zayn. They say that there’s a fine line between love and hate. That line might as well be shaped as a football trophy.

Nameless Night : For their 18th birthday, every person receives a letter that reads a simple date. That is the date you’ll meet your soulmate. Harry and Louis have different beliefs, live in different worlds and have different dreams, hopes and fears. Yet, they’re not so different from each other when it comes to love. When their paths cross, there is no doubt they belong together. Except for that one, essential difference: they didn’t receive the same date.

Chasing Empty Spaces : The year is 1934 and Harry Styles was to inherent the largest tobacco firm in the south. His parents have picked out the “perfect” girl for him to marry and he has the privilege of receiving the highest education possible. The problem was, Harry hadn’t realized he didn’t actually want any part of that future until he met a mechanic named, Louis Tomlinson.

Back To You And Tennessee : Louis Tomlinson rises to rock and roll fame at age twenty three and is thrown into a life of luxury and excess, but being on stage isn’t easy for a boy who has always stuck to the side-lines, and Louis struggles to deal with his new fame as he joins the Grand Ole Opry and is sent out on tour with names like Liam Payne and Elvis Presley. His life takes a turn, however, when his childhood role model, Harry Styles, joins them on tour, and the two become closer than two men in the spotlight are allowed to be.

OR, the one where Louis is Johnny Cash and Harry is June Carter

Tainted Saints and Velvet Vices : A self-fulfilling Hogwarts AU in which Louis is new to seventh year and Harry is the resident devil-may-care Slytherin set to make his entire experience a living misery. Due to less than favourable circumstances they’re forced to forge an unwilling, tentative relationship for their own survival. Repressed emotions, decidedly unromantic ballroom dancing, Triwizard Tournament tasks, creative jinxes and twilight flying above the Forbidden Forest ensue.

Stars Are Guiding Me Back : Directing the first ever season of The Bachelor with a bisexual star is a huge career move for Louis. After throwing himself into his career, he finally has the opportunity to prove himself as a director with a unique vision.For Harry, being cast as the first ever Bi Bachelor means finally putting his ex-boyfriend behind him and starting anew. He’s taking a chance on finding love and determined to do it right this time.They didn’t exactly think this through.

OR the BACHELOR AU where Louis directs his ex-boyfriend Harry in his season as America’s first bi bachelor.

Cocaine for Breakfast: Louis Tomlinson is a drug addict, sent away from his beloved party-scene to recover. There, he discovers that small towns have just as much access to drugs as London did, plus something even better that he just can't get enough of. That something is a boy with green eyes and bouncy curls named Harry Styles.

#uuum i think these are all of them #and yes i rec my own fic because i legit love it #hoity hoy #fic rec #asks

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TITLE OF STORY: Penthouse Pairings CHAPTER NUMBER/TITLE/ONE SHOT: One Shot AUTHOR: cheers-mrhiddleston WHICH TOM/CHARACTER: Twin AU - Thomas, Amanda, and OFC GENRE: Erotica FIC SUMMARY: Thomas and Amanda decide to have a staycation weekend while William is away, and while staying at their hotel, they find someone who shares a few of their interests. RATING: M WARNINGS: EXPLICIT Sexual content, FFM Pairings AUTHOR NOTE: HI HAVE SOME SMUT. This is different from some of our usual stuff but it’s really hot and also meant to give a bit of development for Amanda. Please let us know if you like it and just ignore any cosmetic errors, I types most of this on my phone

Amanda held Thomas’s hand under the water in their bath, leaning back against him. Her head was resting against his shoulder, and she sighed in contentment. Thomas free hand played with her hair by her temple, unable to completely run his fingers through the bun she wore.

“My turn,” Thomas said, continuing the question game they were playing. “What’s something we haven’t done that you’d like to?”

“Sexually?”

“Yes.”

She bit her lip. “There are things we haven’t done?”

He chuckled, and she felt the vibrations in his chest run through her. “A few. For example, I’d rather like to fuck your ass until you can’t even remember your name.” His voice and his touch were so soft compared to the dirty words he said.

Amanda swallowed. “Noted.” She thought for a moment, wondering what else there could be. Thomas had introduced her to so much, she wasn’t sure there was anything else she could ask for.

Suddenly, she was hit with a memory of a lost night at school, and her grip on Thomas’s hand tightened.

“Well,” she started, nervously looking down to the bubbles on the water, diminishing the longer they sat in the bath. “Um… do you remember how, um, I once told you that I used to be with… with a few girls, in uni?”

She felt him inhale a breath, but nothing else changed. “I do remember, darling.” The low timbre in his voice touched something inside her. “You were exploring, hm?”

“I was. And, um, I really liked it. Being with men and other women.”

Thomas’s hand left her temple, slowly trailing down her neck, her collarbone, and finding her breast under the warm water. “You want to play with more women, baby?”

She thought about the question, what he was asking. “I… I think so. But it’s not —I love you, Thomas, and —“

“Darling,” he stopped her before she could ramble. “I know. Don’t worry about that. Remember our talk about monogamy, okay?” His finger lazily circled her nipple, feeling it get harder under his touch. “I think it’s a great idea if you wanted to explore your sexuality a bit more, baby. Anything that would make you happier.”

His words made her heart swell with love; he was so understanding and caring, it made her unable to think. She turned, arching her head up to look into his face. “You think so?”

“Absolutely, baby.”

She couldn’t help the smile that grew on her lips, struck by a sudden idea. “Maybe, maybe we could pick up another girl. Together. Like, like how you and William used to.”

God, he was so proud when she said things like that, growing more confident in her sexuality every day. “I think that’s an excellent idea, Amanda. Someone for both of us to play with. Whenever you want to do that, or you find someone who may be interested, just say the word, alright?” He gave her a tender kiss on her forehead, and she blushed at his touch. He sighed, seeing her eyes full of so much love. “Not to get off topic, love, but I have a surprise for you.”

Her brows raised on her forehead. “You do?”

“I do.” He cupped her cheek, holding her closer. “When William leaves for New York next week, I got us a place at a hotel downtown. Just for the weekend. But something fun for the two of us, so I can spoil you.”

Her mouth fell open in shock. “A place, meaning…”

“A two story penthouse. Nothing too flashy, though. One of them came with a butler, but I didn’t think we needed that.” He smirked.

She laughed in surprise, shaking her head. “You’re too much.”

Thomas wrapped his arms around her small frame. “You love it.”

“I do.” She gave him a peck to his lips. “Thank you, Thomas. I’m so excited.”

He knew she would be. He held her closer, kissing her again, thoughts of everything the two of them shared filling his head.

Thomas and Amanda sat at the hotel bar, Thomas’s hand resting on the small of her back as he ordered her a cosmo and a whiskey for himself.

She couldn't help but smile. She loved when he took her fancy places, whether it be hotels, restaurants, or expensive shops. When he spoiled her, showered her with new things, it was his way of showing her how much she meant to him. Even on a staycation such as this, Thomas pulled out all the stops. He really was a romantic at heart.

The hotel was so nice, she couldn’t help but look around to study in depth, since she hadn’t taken the opportunity when they checked in. Their penthouse was gorgeous, too, with a terrace overlooking the lights of London, and a big, white bed that she was sure they’d get to know very well later on in the evening. And probably a few other surfaces too.

Just as the bartender set down their drinks, Thomas’s phone rang in his jacket pocket.

He sighed when he stared at the screen, and considered for a long moment before turning to Amanda. “It’s Preston, darling. He should know not to call unless --”

“Go,” she said without question, touching his arm to reassure him. “He won’t stop calling until you answer. I’ll be here.” She bit her lip with a knowing look. “Waiting for you.”

He huffed out a sigh of relief, gave her a kiss to the forehead, and strutted off to the lobby to answer the phone.

Amanda merely shook her head and grabbed her cosmo. The perils of dating a drug lord, she supposed.

Just as she was about to pull out her own phone - check her emails, scroll pinterest to kill time - when the seat next to her was filled.

“Drinking alone?” said a soft voice, and Amanda turned her head to find its source.

A tall, sleek woman was sitting next to her, with long, perfectly waved black hair the color of ink running down her shoulders. A navy dress highlighted the accents of her body, and her copper skin seemed to glow even in the dimly lit bar. Dark, nearly black eyes were watching Amanda, and her manicured hand came up to fiddle with her silver necklace.

She was gorgeous.

Amanda swallowed, and offered the woman a nervous smile. She suddenly felt underdressed in her presence, even though she wore a simple black dress that hit her just above the knees. Her favorite date night dress, since Thomas hardly ever had to do much to get her out of it.

“At the moment, yes,” she answered truthfully, angling her body towards the woman and crossing her legs. “My boyfriend’s taking a call.”

“Ah.” Her dark eyebrows quirked up, and she smiled. “His loss.”

Amanda felt herself blush, but didn’t respond.

She turned towards the bartender, and asked for a martini, and within a split second it was in her hand. “Now you’re not alone, at least until he’s back.”

“That’s kind of you,” Amanda said, and quickly gave the woman a once over, trying to understand her intentions.

She stuck her hand out, offering it to Amanda. “I’m Janeen, by the way.”

Amanda gave hers in return. “Amanda.” When their hands separated, she wondered if she imagined the way Janeen’s touch had lingered a moment longer than necessary. “What brings you to London?”

“A wedding, actually.” Janeen gestured across her body, showing off her dress. “I just left the reception. Awfully boring people, if you ask me. I might have been the first to leave.” She sipped the martini. “Perks of booking a room in the same hotel, I can always give the ‘I’m just popping up to my room’ excuse.”

Amanda chuckled and sipped her own drink. “I suppose that’s not a bad idea.”

“That’s what I thought. I’ve got it through the weekend, too, in case I want to wander. I haven’t been here in months.” She answered Amanda’s next question before she asked. “I work in Copenhagen, but London’s my first home.” Another sip. “And you? Visiting?”

She shook her head, setting her drink down. “Just a sort of… weekend to ourselves. We don’t live too far but, you know. Something different.”

“Sometimes different can be fun, can’t it?” Janeen asked, and Amanda recognized the look that gleamed in her eyes. She saw it often in Thomas’s, and that very thought warranted a large sip of the cosmo.

She’d be lying to herself is she wasn’t considering the conversation she and Thomas had had the previous week. About exploring, trying new things. Amanda had suggested the idea of picking up another woman without any thought to the probability of that actually happening. Yet here was a prime opportunity: a beautiful, young woman flirting with Amanda, and who didn’t seem at all phased by the prospect of a boyfriend in the mix. And Amanda would be lying to herself even more if she said she didn’t want her - want to touch her, want to pull her silky hair, want to kiss her. Want to hear her moan as Thomas fucked her.

A hand touched her arm, and Amanda’s heart skipped when she looked up to find Thomas had returned. He always did have perfect timing.

“All’s well, darling,” he said and kissed her temple. “Taken care of.” As he went to grab his glass of whiskey, he noticed Janeen in a way he hadn’t as he had walked back to Amanda.

She certainly was beautiful, with glowing skin and thick black hair. She held her martini glass with practiced poise, and her legs were crossed like Amanda’s. Thomas noticed the way the two women were turned towards each other, the skin of their calves only touching a fraction. He’d just interrupted flirting, he suddenly realized.

A smirk grew on his face. “Who is this, Manda?”

Amanda cleared her throat, meeting Janeen’s dark eyes. “Thomas, this is Janeen. She’s staying for the weekend, like us.” She tried to smile cheerfully. “Janeen, this is my boyfriend, Thomas.”

Janeen once again held her hand out, and Thomas gently took it, raising it to his lips and pressing a quick kiss to the back of her hand. The action was meant to send a message to both women, and he would find out if it worked soon enough. “A pleasure, Janeen.”

“Pleasure’s all mine, Thomas,” she retorted back, and she made no effort to hide the obvious once over she gave him, taking in his immaculate suit and handsome face.

Message received on that end.

Sensing Amanda’s hesitation, he stroked her arm with his thumb. “I certainly didn’t mean to interrupt —“

“Oh you certainly didn’t,” Janeen insisted, setting her drink on the bar. “Amanda was waiting for you, anyway. And she was just telling me you’re having a little getaway this weekend.”

Thomas chuckled. It had been a long while since he had flirted with someone other than Amanda, but he still had his tricks. “Not too much of a getaway, really. Just something different. Something fun.”

“I just said that! Didn’t I, Amanda?” Janeen said, her smile lighting up her face, apples of her cheeks proudly highlighted.

Amanda giggled nervously. “You did, Janeen.”

“How funny,” Thomas said, and he gave Janeen the same sort of once over she had given him, and he knew she watched him do so. “Seems we’re on the same page.”

She didn’t say anything to that, but shook her head slightly, making the waves of her hair bounce.

Amanda’s heart ticked a beat faster. She knew Thomas was waiting for her to somehow tell him this was okay, that she wanted this woman in their bed. They hadn’t had time to work this part out, some sort of code phrase or gesture to indicate a choice had been made. Hell, up until ten minutes ago, Amanda certainly never expected a choice to be made in the first place.

“I, uh, I know you must be tired after the reception,” Amanda started, putting on her best smile for when she wanted someone to listen to her. “But, maybe if you’d like to come up, for a night cap. It might help to rest and maybe take your shoes off for a bit.” Dear god, she hoped she phrased that correctly. Thomas gave her shoulder a reassuring squeeze.

Janeen’s face told her that she indeed phrased it right. Her black eyes flicked between her face and Thomas’s, and she stood, graceful on her high heels. “I think you’re right, Amanda.” She smirked up at Thomas too. “I’d love a night cap.”

“I’ll see what I can do,” Thomas purred, coaxing amanda off the bar stool. She too stood, and found herself nearly the same height as Janeen. The proximity of the sleek, catlike woman made her both aroused and cautious. But she didn’t deny she wanted her.

Thomas led the two of them across the lobby, his arm wrapped around Amanda’s waist as Janeen followed on his right. Down a smaller hallway where they had come from earlier, Thomas tapped a card to a scanner, and lift doors opened.

Janeen didn’t outwardly appear confused, and when the doors closed them in, she asked, “A penthouse?”

Amanda smiled, feeling both shy and excited. “One of the ones here, yes.”

She looked impressed. “Sounds like a very enjoyable weekend.”

Thomas hummed, and his free hand came up to caress Amanda’s jaw, lightly easing her worries. “My Manda deserves only the best.” His thumb casually ran over her lips, and acting on impulse, she gave it a quick peck.

Thomas was aware of Janeen watching them, and knew at this point, all of their minds were made up. The private lift would soon drop them into the sitting room of their suite, and once in a place for themselves, perhaps they could speak more plainly.

Janeen smirked just before the doors opened. “And I’m sure she gets it.”

Oh, he liked her.

Janeen exited first, taking in the large, grand room around her. Amanda had done the same thing when she had first seen it, it was just so much to take in.

In the sitting room, Thomas cleared his throat. “About that night cap, Janeen. I’m not sure I’ve a martini handy, but I’ve had them bring up some bottles of wine.”

“Do you drink red?” Amanda asked, wanting to play her own part of hostess.

The woman grinned. “Only red.”

“Then I’ll see to that. In the meantime, please, sit.” As she did so, Thomas pulled Amanda to him, and kissed her forehead. He raised his brows, silently asking her if she was still comfortable with the evening.

Knowing immediately the response he was looking for, Amanda nodded. “Two glasses, Thomas.” She even went so far as to throw him a wink before he slipped off into the next room.

She turned, and found Janeen sitting comfortably on the loveseat, watching her movements. Her navy dress had ridden up on her thighs, and the v-neck seemed a little lower than it had at the bar.

“He’s very handsome, Thomas,” she said, patting the cushion next to her. “How long have you been together?”

Amanda sat down, crossing her ankles to not show too much in her dress. A silly thought, she realized, but oh well. “It’s complicated, but in total, about a year.” She couldn’t hide the hint of pride in her voice. “He’s fantastic.”

“So he seems.” Janeen cocked her head, studying Amanda. “As do you, Amanda.”

Before she could respond, Thomas came back in, carrying two wine glasses in one hand and a glass of whiskey in the other. Handing the glasses to the women, he sat on the nearby chair facing them, and met Janeen’s dark eyes as she took a sip.

“How is it?”

“Exceptional.” She even licked her lips, and Thomas inhaled sharply.

He tapped his fingers along the glass, and cast a quick glance at Amanda before saying, “Well, I’m sure you’ve surmised why you’re here.”

She grinned again. “Of course. You two want to fuck me.” She flipped her head to catch Amanda’s gaze, silky hair flowing with the movement. “And, of course, I want to fuck you two as well.”

The corner of Thomas’s lip turned up. “I’m very pleased to hear that, Janeen.” He saw Amanda biting her lip. “And you, Manda? Is that what you want?”

Amanda found herself nodding, unable to break Janeen’s gaze. “It is. I want you.”

Janeen put her glass down and touched Amanda’s thigh, and Amanda jolted closer to her at the touch. “I’m up for most everything,” she admitted before turning back to Thomas. “But forgive me, it’s been a while since I’ve been with a man.”

He chuckled and sipped his whiskey. “Whatever you’re comfortable with, Janeen.”

“Good.” Her And Amanda’s eyes met again, and Amanda felt her body being pulled to hers. Janeen leaned forward more, and quietly asked, “Can I kiss you?”

“Yes,” Amanda breathed, and before she could decide to make the first move, Janeen’s lips were on hers.

She tasted like the wine, and she lips were so full, so soft. So different from either of the twins. Kissing women was always different for Amanda: a bit more familiar, more understanding, at least at first. Her mouth was warm, and Amanda offered her tongue, and Janeen met it with her own.

Amanda’s hand came up to cup Janeen’s cheek, and the other grabbing her waist. She balanced on her knees as they explored each other’s mouths, and Amanda felt her sex grow wet as each second passed.

Thomas watched the two women, their hands grasps for each other, their mouths open around the others tongue. He heard Amanda moan, and the sight began to make his cock pay attention. They were both so beautiful, they almost blended together, and he couldn’t help but notice how happy Amanda looked kissing her.

It made him proud, more than anything. That she trusted him enough to let him join while she explored her sexuality.

But at the moment, as Amanda and Janeen fell back onto the couch, and Amanda lay on top of her, he was truthfully desperately turned on.

Amanda cupped Janeen’s breast as her hands ran up Amanda’s thighs, finding her ass underher thin dress. She squeezed, long fingernails digging into the skin, and it made Amanda moan again and lean back into the touch.

Thomas wondered if it might be too soon for him to unzip his trousers and thoroughly enjoy the show before him, or if he ought to wait his turn when the women’s attention fell on him. But when the straps of Amanda’s dress fell, and her breast was exposed, he figured he might as well make the most out of the scene.

Amanda moved her lips to Janeen’s neck and tugged at the neck of her dress, finding her breast. She massaged it, pinched the nipple, as Janeen moaned and bucked her hips up. Janeen pulled at the hem of Amanda’s dress, making it bunch around her waist and exposing her bare ass, and then pushed up her own dress as well. She brought her hands back to Amanda’s thighs, and carefully slipped her fingers between them, finding her wet folds.

The touch made Amanda moan, her eyes fluttering open as she pressed a lazy kiss to Janeen’s neck. Her fingers slid over Amanda’s pussy, gently exploring, and Amanda brought her hips down a bit to encourage her further.

Her hazy eyes found Thomas, leaning back in his chair like a king. His hand was lazily stroking his long, hard cock, and his eyes were fixed on the movements of Janeen’s hand. But he felt Amanda’s gaze on him, and his eyes met hers, the lust in both of their gazes heavy. He gave himself one long stroke, and let out an approving moan that made Amanda even wetter.

They played for a minute more, Janeen’s fingers finding a rhythm that made Amanda’s knees weak. They kissed again as her touch found her clit, and Amanda gasped into her mouth.

Thomas’s thumb ran around the head of his cock, aching for something more than his hand. A thought came to his head, and he let out a breath before voicing it.

“Manda,” he said, voice laden with lust. The two women broke apart, Janeen’s fingers not stopping, but they met Thomas’s gaze with a curious look. He continued, “wouldn’t you like to taste her?”

Amanda and Janeen smiled at the idea, and when their eyes met, Amanda giggled. “Can I?”

“Abso-bloody-lutely,” Janeen responded, and after a quick kiss, Amanda was slipping back down the love seat to her spread legs.

Amanda’s heart was loud in her head, and her pussy throbbed from the lack of stimulation from Janeen. But god was she excited, turned on, and happy. She eyed Janeen’s pussy, and she was certainly glad both of them had independently decided to forego bra and panties, even if it had only saved a few seconds. Janeen was already so wet, and Amanda licked her lips. It had been years since she had tasted another woman, but after having William’s tongue work magic on her for a year, she knew a few tricks she could try out tonight.

Angling her head perfectly with Janeen, she blew a stream of cool air on her glistening clit, and Janeen moaned, reaching to grab her own breast. Smiling to herself, Amanda brought her lips to Janeen, giving her a chaste kiss right above her clit, before giving her a quick lick. She moaned again, and Amanda slid her tongue slowly all the way along her pussy, up and down, using the tip of it to circle her clit every few strokes.

It made Janeen’s back arch off the bed, and she pinched her nipple. As Amanda worked her, Janeen’s gaze met Thomas’s, and he was torn between watching his girl eat her out, or watch her reactions on her expressive face. When Janeen bit her lip and moaned, he decided to watch her, and the pace of his strokes grew quicker on his cock.

But when Amanda sucked her clit, and Janeen cried out, Thomas decided it was time for a bit more.

He stood, not stopping the way he worked his cock, and Janeen’s black eyes followed him, daring him to step closer. He did, coming to stand in front of her, and finding that the angle of her head against the arm rest was just perfect enough for him to bring his cock to her lips.

“Open your mouth, baby,” he coaxed, offering her himself. She gave him a mischievous look, and opened her mouth wide, sticking her tongue out. “Good girl.”

As soon as he was in her mouth, Janeen took over, wrapping her lips around him and bobbing her head, her tongue swirling around the sensitive tip. She moaned, and the vibrations of the sound around him made Thomas hiss. She was a natural, nearly as good as Amanda was. He noticed her rocking her hips on Amanda’s tongue, trying to work herself to climax as Amanda slipped a few fingers inside her and lapped at her clit.

Janeen’s mouth was sinful, Thomas thought, as she pulled him deeper towards the back of her throat. His hand went to her hair, which felt as silky as it looked, and pulled her head closer.

After a minute, Janeen’s moans grew quicker, louder, and Thomas realized she must be close to orgasm. Amanda noticed too, because she sucked harder on Janeen’s clit, and worked her fingers inside her.

A moment later, her legs shook, and her eyes squeezed shut as she gasped, her climax overtaking her. Amanda slowed her tongue, giving her casual licks as she came down from the high, and when her walls relaxed around her fingers inside her, she pulled them out and found them slick with her juices.

Thomas slid his cock from her mouth, and Janeen looked up at him with a look that was both satisfied, but disappointed that he was no longer fucking her mouth. Her certainly had more plans in store for this one as their night went on.

Amanda pulled herself back to Janeen, who eagerly held her hands out to receive her. Playing softly with her nipples, Amanda let herself get carried away in the kiss that followed.

Thomas watched for only a moment before he remembered the task at hand. “Darlings, should we take this to the bed?”

Breaking the kiss, Amanda nodded, their eyes never leaving each other. Janeen reached up for one more kiss, and Thomas wondered if he’d be able to move them from the loveseat.

He held out his hand and Amanda begrudgingly took it, climbing off the loveseat and balancing on her heels she still wore. Her dress fell off her hips and on to the ground, and Thomas wrapped his hand around her bare waist and offered his other hand to Janeen, who took it with a longing look at both of them.

“Bedroom’s upstairs,” he said, nodding towards the staircase down the hall. Amanda’s hands were running over his chest, unbuttoning the top of his shirt.

Janeen looked impressed. “An upstairs, to a penthouse.” She shook her head. “Alright then.” Whipping her head around, she started off towards the stairs, heels clacking on the wood floors. Thomas and Amanda followed a step behind, and when they reached the bedroom, Janeen let out a chuckle. “This will definitely work.”

“I should hope so,” Thomas smirked, eyeing Amanda looking up at him with such love. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Janeen slipping out of her dress, but his attention was solely on his girl. He bent down to kiss her, and tugged on the ends of her curled hair. God, he loved her, loved what they did together, how much they trusted each other. He still didn’t find it easy to say such things out loud, but he knew Amanda knew, because nights like these were evidence of it.

He couldn’t bring himself to stop kissing her, though he was aware of the other woman waiting for them. He let out a thoughtful moan into her mouth, and broke the kiss with a great effort. “We’re not being good hosts, baby, ignoring our guest.”

Amanda sighed, knowing he was right, and finished undoing his shirt for him. “I want you, sir.”

“I know, sweet girl. You’ll have me, I promise.” He shrugged his shirt off, and turned his view to the bed, where a very naked Janeen was lounging on the pillows, watching them. He couldn’t help raking his eyes over her, her nipples hard and her tan cheeks blushed. “Go lie down with Janeen, Alright?”

Amanda happily complied, slipping her heels off and climbing on the white bed. Thomas stepped out of his trousers and shoes, making all three people in the room finally naked. He stood at the front of the bed, planning out exactly what he wanted to do with the girls, and a million different ideas came to mind, each of them better than the last.

He joined them on the bed, and reached for Amanda, spreading her legs wide and bending down to kiss her again. Janeen watched, and brought her fingers to play with herself as the couple kissed and Thomas played with her tits.

In a practiced move, Thomas easily entered amanda, her pussy wet and always ready for him. She felt so fucking good around him, and as he began thrusting into her, he brought her legs up to his shoulders, and she gripped the sheets at the deeper angle.

Janeen stopped her playing and crawled to lie next to amanda, watching her face as Thomas fucked her. Her hands ran over her torso, and she cupped her tits, pinching her brown nipples between her fingers. Amanda turned his head towards her, moaning each time Thomas thrusted inside her and bringing her hands up above her head to rest on the pillows. Janeen’s black eyes found hers, and with a smirk, she slipped her head down to Amanda’s tits, taking one into her mouth.

Thomas quickened his pace and Janeen sucked her tit, filling Amanda with pleasure so intense she couldn’t stop her gasps and little begs for more. When Janeen bit down on her sensitive skin, her hand shot to Janeen’s hair, and pulled, but she didn’t let up. Janeen moaned, moving to the other breast just as Thomas’s cock hit Amanda’s g-spot, and her eyes were wide with how full she felt.

Just a few thrusts to her g-spot and Amanda could feel herself getting closer to the edge, and she begged Thomas for more in a desperate whine.

He thrived off her begging, and did as she asked, hitting her just where she liked and knowing it would only be moments before she came around him. He watched Janeen play with her tits, and he loved how satisfied and lustful Amanda looked under them.

Just as he guessed, with a mangled cry of “Yes, yes, fuck, Thomas!” Amanda came quickly, her pussy clenching around his cock as tightly as it could, and her legs on his shoulders shaking. Janeen didn’t stop her work on her breasts, still sucking and biting her nipples throughout the orgasm. Thomas slowed as Amanda came back down from the high, and she caught her breath only as he finally pulled out. He wanted nothing more than to come inside her, but he knew he needed to wait to satisfy their guest before he took a moment to recuperate.

The image of the women before him, wrapped around each other in bliss, filled him with a sudden urge, and he grabbed at Janeen’s silky locks and pulled her off amanda, rolling her into her back on the bed.

She looked up at him and bit her lip, preemptively spreading her legs. “Is it my turn, Thomas?” Her voice was filled with want, as if she’d do anything to have Thomas inside her, to come again. Maybe she would, Thomas thought, but perhaps they could test that later.

Thomas’s hand found his cock and stroked, wet with Amanda’s juices. He cast a glance at Amanda, making sure this was what they both wanted, and with the smallest nod from her, he knew he had the go-head he needed.

He looked back down at Janeen, saw plainly how hungry she was for his cock. He wanted to see how she reacted to being full of him, at his mercy. His voice was gravely as he said “I think it is. You want my cock, Janeen?”

“God I do,” she breathed with a soft whine. “I want you to fuck me.”

“Oh you know just what to say, darling.” He moved to between her legs, and his hands pulled her hips closer to him, his cock resting just above her clit. The touch made her gasp, and she braced herself for him to enter her.

Unlike Amanda, he was slow as he entered Janeen’s pussy, which was just as wet but even tighter than Amanda had been. Her eyes squeezed shut, but she never looked in pain, and he inched his way in at a pace that he knew wouldn’t hurt. Blindly, she reached for Amanda’s hand, and when Thomas was halfway inside her, he was struck with a sudden idea.

“Manda,” he said, not stopping his movements. “Sit on her face.”

“What?”

“Come sit on her face,” he repeated, a grin growing as Amanda’s eyes widened. Janeen opened her eyes and copied his smirk, turning to Amanda as Thomas became fully seated inside her. He asked her quickly, “you alright?”

“Perfect,” she breathed, though she wasn’t looking at him. “Come on Amanda. You can ride my tongue, baby.”

Amanda had never loved being on top, with riding the twins in their office chairs being the exception, but the thought of Janeen’s tongue under her was enough to make her already sensitive clit throb with want. Without a word and still holding Janeen’s hand, she set herself upright and put her thighs on either side of her head, facing Thomas.

Janeen gave her a tentative lick, and Amanda had to keep from shaking. Across Janeen’s body, she met Thomas’s blue eyes as he pulled out of Janeen and thrusted back, testing what she wanted to take.

In response, she explored Amanda’s pussy more, her hands coming to grab her thighs and pull her down closer. Her lips wrapped around her clit as Thomas found his pace.

Thomas kept Amanda’s gaze as he fucked Janeen, the sounds of their skin hitting filling the room along with Amanda’s moans. His thumb found her clit and pressed, rubbing it in circles to add to her pleasure. Janeen’s body shook each time he thrusted into her, but she never let up her tongue on Amanda’s pussy.

Amanda felt Janeen’s tongue press against her entrance, and she pulled her down so the tip entered her just a bit Amanda found herself lightly bouncing her hips, letting Janeen fuck her with her tongue.

Thomas watched the whole thing, gauged Amanda’s reactions, heard her moans, watched her each up and grab her own breast as the pleasure began to overtake her. He fucked Janeen harder, lifting her hips to give him a deeper angle, and his cock slid so perfectly into her that all three of them moaned with shared pleasure.

He felt Janeen reach her orgasm quickly, stroking her clit with an intensity that one of her knees almost buckled next to him. As she let out a jagged cry, he felt his cock suddenly grow wetter, and realized Janeen has gushed all over him. And oh Christ, it felt good.

He didn’t stop his thrusts. “Janeen,” he said, his cock slipping so easily into her with her cum. “I’m gonna come inside you.”

She took enough of a break from Amanda to moan a response of “Do it,” and so not to disappoint her, her fucked her with a fury until for only a moment before he came, growling as he filled her pussy. It made her so fucking wet, and it filled him with an ache as he pulled out, needing to catch his breath after such a powerful climax.

Just then, Amanda cried out, her back arching and almost falling back onto the pillows behind her as another orgasm consumed her, Janeen’s tongue on her becoming nearly too much. She leaned back on her hands, needing the stimulation to stop for only a moment and control her breathing.

The three of them took each other in, all still overcome with the intensity of the pleasure they shared and the want they had for each other. Amanda fell onto her back, needing to lie down on the bed, and Thomas sat back on his knees.

After a minute, Janeen sat up, wanting to lean against the pillows. She couldn’t help it; she giggled, looking between the two of them.

“Well,” she said, with the same confident voice she had had when she first entered the penthouse. “Anyone want to join me for a shower?”

Thomas sat on the terrace and smoked his cigarette as the sun lit up the London morning. His stomach growled, and he thought about ordering room service.

It had been two in the morning before they had finally all gone to bed, eventually deciding no more fun could be had while they were all so tired. He’d slept between the two women, and when he’d woken up about an hour ago, he’d had to carefully slip out of the bed without disturbing them.

God the cigarette felt good.

The terrace door opened, and he turned around in his seat to see Amanda come outside, wearing only a sheer robe she had bought a while back for trips like this. Without a word, she joined him on his lap, and he flicked the nearly finished cigarette away so he could hold her.

“Good morning, my sweet girl,” he said, noticing a few marks on her neck where he and Janeen had bitten her. “How are you feeling?”

Amanda bit her lip but couldn’t stop her smile from growing. “Really, really good, baby.”

“Good. That makes me incredibly happy, darling.” He brushed a hair out of her face and tucked it behind her ear. “Did you like it? Being with another woman again?”

She nodded. “I did. I really did, Thomas. I think in school, i told myself I shouldn’t like it. But with you…” she looked at him in utter devotion. “Thank you, for letting me explore. And doing it with me.”

“Of course, Amanda.” He found her wide brown eyes. “I’m really proud that you trusted me enough to tell me you wanted this, that you wanted me included.” He was completely sincere; he wanted her happy more than anything. “And just know, should you ever want to explore, without me there, you know I’d be more than happy if you did. And I’d even help you set it up if you needed me to.”

He could swear Amanda’s eyes suddenly welled up with tears. “You’re too good to me, Thomas. I love you so much it hurts.”

Thomas cupped her chin, running his thumb along her bottom lip. “I’d do anything for you, you know. Don’t forget that.”

“Never.” She sniffed, and wrapped her arms around his neck. “And, speaking of that…” she cleared her throat. “Janeen mentioned she was.. staying the weekend. Maybe, maybe we could suggest that she stay here. In our room. Before we all leave.”

He should’ve guessed she’d ask for such a thing. “Oh sweet girl. How long have you been wanting to ask?”

She blushed scarlet. “Since we first kissed last night.”

“Minx,” he teased. “Of course we can do that, baby. So long as she wants to.”

Amanda couldn’t contain her smile, and she kissed him, digging her fingers into his hair. He smiled against her lips, and ran his hands up her back. He thought about untying the flimsy robe and quickly taking her on the outdoor table, but they were interrupted by someone clearing their throat.

They broke apart and found Janeen standing by the terrace door, navy dress back on and shoes in her hand. She smiled nervously.

“I, uh, I can take off now. But I didn’t want to leave without thanking you.” Her free hand fiddled with the silver necklace she still wore. “And telling you two what a bloody fantastic night I had.” Her smile turned sad. “But I won’t overstay my welcome.”

Amanda shot out of Thomas’s lap, stepping up to her. “No, Janeen.” She reached out, wanting to grab her hand, and hesitantly Janeen gave it. “We were actually, um, wondering if you wanted to stay. For the weekend. Here.”

Her black eyes grew wide, and she coughed out a nervous laugh. “No, really. You don’t have to say, I’m okay with going, I promise.”

“We want you to stay, Janeen,” Amanda said, looking to Thomas for reassurance.

He sighed. “We do, darling. But only if you’d like to, we won’t force you. I can call the desk and have them bring your things up, order us all some breakfast. Or you can go.” He raised his brows. “Just the same, either way, we both had a fantastic night as well.”

She still looked unsure, and Amanda grasped her hand with both of hers. “Please, Janeen. Stay.”

Janeen was quiet for a moment, searching both of their faces for insincerity. Finding none, she scoffed, shrugging her shoulders with a smile. “O-okay. Okay, I’ll stay.”

Amanda nearly bounced up and down at the news, but instead kissed her quickly, and turned to Thomas was a grin of pure success.

She was so beautiful. Both of them were, and he smiled at the turn of events. Whatever made her happy, made him ten times happier. And this was perhaps the happiest he had been in years. He didn’t want it to end, of that he was sure.

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