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Bloodlines entwined: VII | jjk

⤷ having a baby alone was supposed to be easy. but an accidental twist of fate pulled you into a hidden world of werewolves, and ancient bloodlines. navigating your already complicated life becomes even harder as you uncover your past; one tied to a legacy you never knew existed. and in the middle of this chaos stands jungkook, the werewolf king… and the father of your child.

— pairing: werewolf!jungkook x female reader

— genre: strangers to lovers, parents-to-be au, royalty au, werewolves au, soulmates au, angst, fluff, and smut

— rating: 18+

— words: 11,124

— warnings: sexual tension, mention of nudity, mention of murder, a lot of teasing, strong language, mention of sex, nervousness, a lot of making out, grinding, big cock!jungkook, oral (f & m receiving), praising, spitting, nipple play, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, multiple orgasms, mention of death, and mention of grief

— author’s note: so this chapter is the one everyone has been waiting for 👀 & honestly, it was really fun writing it even though I adjusted it friday. the soulmate concept is explained here (hope it’ll make sense) & it’s different from what you all have explained me about this mate thingy. thanks again for all the explanations, it definitely helped!! ❤️ hope you’ll enjoy this chapter & be ready for the next chapter because it’s a very sad one 😢

Chapter VII: just us and the moon

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As you step out of the school where you work, you notice Jungkook waiting for you near the entrance. A smile grows on your face when you see him. Tonight’s the full moon so you’re going to spend the night with him. He refuses to let you be alone during this challenging moment, and honestly, all you want is to be near him.

Things between you haven’t changed much as you’re taking it slow. Sometimes you kiss, but it hasn’t happened often. However, the moon’s effect lately has been making things harder to resist. Seeing him turns you on in an indescribable way, and for the past week, that feeling has only been growing bigger. You’re not sure you’ll be able to fight that tonight.

You’re going to see him naked once you shift back to your human form, and you’re very much sure your hungry eyes will be the death of you. But you don’t want to think about this just yet. Now, let’s just focus on getting closer to him.

“Hi,” you say once you’re standing in front of him.

“Hi, sunshine,” he replies.

Lately, he’s been calling you ‘sunshine’. Apparently, you’ve brightened his life since you’ve met. Now that the hardest part has been overcome, things feel much lighter with Jungkook. However, you’ve been noticing some weird things when you’re around him. For example, your hearts synchronize when you’re together. You feel at peace when you’re with him, and you’ve been feeling his presence more and more.

But all those things are only with him. So it leaves you wondering if it’s because of the baby.

Speaking of which, their heartbeat and their scent have grown stronger. It’s extremely reassuring because, sometimes, you’re very scared to lose them. The baby bump is also now visible when you’re naked. Under your clothes, you can’t see anything yet. Every morning, you spend at least ten minutes looking at your belly.

As you’re standing in front of him, your eyes move repeatedly from his eyes to his lips. You really want to kiss him, but you’re not sure if it’s a good idea. Jungkook seems to hesitate as well, but he decides for the two of you when he closes the distance between your faces. His lips meet yours for a tender and gentle kiss. You wrap your arms around his neck while you get lost in the moment.

Reluctantly, you put an end to the kiss. It’s definitely not the place to deepen this kiss into something sexual. It’s preferable not to put on a show to the passersby, especially not in front of your workplace.

“Ready for tonight?” he asks while his fingers find yours to intertwine them.

The two of you start walking in the direction of his car. You’ve no clue where he parked it, but he’s guiding you.

“Not really,” you honestly answer. “I’m not looking forward to the transformation part.”

“I get it,” he chuckles.

Tonight and tomorrow are going to be challenging days for you. Tonight it’s the full moon, and tomorrow, Jungkook is meeting the council to discuss your case. The man has been screaming from the bottom of his lungs that he’ll protect you from everything and everybody, but will he be able to protect you during the council’s meeting?

For sure, his ex, Yuna will gladly vote to execute you as she made it quite clear that she wants to be his queen. She was hurt to find out you’re his girlfriend even though you aren’t.

“But like last time, I’ll stand by your side,” his eyes quickly glance at you.

“Thanks,” you squeeze his hand.

Quite quickly, you reach his car, and he drives you both to his imposing mansion. Throughout the drive, you both speak about your days. Jungkook had to deal with his usual stuff of werewolves while you had to deal with kids being extremely giddy today. Most probably the full moon effect. Since you’ve been introduced to the werewolf world, you’ve noticed that humans also kind of suffer from the full moon effect.

Once you’ve reached his place, you head inside and decide to watch “Lucifer” on Netflix. You started watching it a couple of days ago, and so far, it’s great. Also, you can’t watch it without Jungkook. The rules are very clear, and he obviously can’t watch it without you. It’s your show. After three episodes, the dinner is served. While eating, your eyes nervously keep looking through the window. The sun is slowly setting down, letting the moon shine through the night.

In a matter of minutes, you’ll be a wolf. The thought of going through the transformation pain doesn’t enchant you. It actually scares you, but at the same time, you’re so looking forward to feeling free again. Nothing compared to how you felt when you were a wolf.

After dinner, you get ready, putting on the exact same clothes he gave you a month ago. Then, you walk to the outbuilding. As you’re walking, you notice Jungkook’s gaze on your body, but you pretend you don’t see it. You absolutely feel desirable, something you haven’t felt in two years. Once you’re inside, you place the blankets in a corner and sit in front of Jungkook.

“It should be easier this time,” he tells you. “It’ll probably still be as painful as the first time, but since you already know the pain, it should be more manageable than last time.”

You nod. All you hope is that the pain will be more bearable because man, it was too much. But it still warms your heart to have Jungkook with you.

“Let’s hope for that,” you smile at him.

Jungkook smirks, leaning back with that usual confidence. When he smirks, it sends shivers down your spine and you just want to do wild things with this man.

“Don’t worry,” he says. “If it gets too bad, I can always carry you around like when you didn’t want to eat dinner.”

You roll your eyes but can’t help the amused huff that escapes your lips. A smile grows on your face as you remember that moment.

“Oh great, because nothing is more dignified than being tossed over someone’s shoulder like a sack of potatoes.”

His smirk deepens, and gosh, you wish to take that smirk away from his face.

“I’d say more like a very adorable, and slightly aggressive sack of potatoes.”

You lightly hit his chest. You can’t believe he said you’re slightly aggressive; you’re an absolute angel. You’re far from being aggressive.

“I’m not aggressive,” you try to defend yourself.

“Oh really?” Jungkook raises an eyebrow. “Should I remind you of the time you snapped at me for breathing ‘too loudly’ when you were having a mood swing?”

Your eyes widen. How dare he bring that?

“Eeeeh,” you hit his chest once more, causing him to chuckle. “I’m a pregnant lady, have some respect!”

You’re absolutely scandalized he’s using that moment to define you as aggressive.

“And for my defense, you were breathing dramatically,” you say.

Last week, he came to your place to spend some time with you. Actually, he’s been around you almost every day. But, that day, mood swings were at their highest peak. Jungkook’s breathing was annoying you a loot, it literally was the only thing you could hear. You weren’t even able to watch ‘Lucifer’, he was breathing over the actors’ voices. On top of that, you were crying whenever there was a dead on the show, which was almost all the time.

“See?” Jungkook laughs, shaking his head. “Slightly aggressive.”

“Fine, maybe just a little,” you cross your arms, pretending to pout. “But I could say the same about you, Mr. King.”

“Maybe,” his expression softens, and he leans in to be closer to you. “But only when it comes to protecting you,” he whispers.

For a second, your heart stumbles over itself, but you quickly recover, lifting your chin.

“Well, in that case, I can exceptionally let the ‘adorable sack of potatoes’ comment slide,” you tell him. “But only this time.”

“I’m honored,” Jungkook grins and even bows. “I’ll be sure to remind you of your kindness when you’re cursing at me mid-shift.”

“Fuck you,” you groan, rubbing your temples dramatically.

“Well, if you want me to fuck you, you should have said it earlier,” he teasingly says. “But it isn’t the right moment.”

Your cheeks instantly heat up. This is really unexpected, but you kind of knew already this full moon would bring out a nasty side of you. Jisoo, Jungkook’s mother warned you that the moon can have unexpected effects. Your primal urges will be amplified so it means that if you’re attracted to someone, it’ll be harder to fight that attraction. She even said that the chances of having sex with that person would be higher.

For the past three weeks, you’ve seen quite often his mother, and surprisingly, you’ve gotten pretty close. She was very skeptical at first, but slowly, she started becoming nicer. Now, you feel completely at ease around her, and you’re grateful for the efforts she’s made. Jungkook is also happy because his mother has been coming to his place more often.

The good part is that she’s been giving you tons of advice for the pregnancy. And also tons of advice related to your wolf blood. In the end, based on what she said, you’re pretty much like any other werewolf. You just have extra human blood on top. She’s been very curious because you’re not like anyone else.

Surprisingly, you decide to tease him back.

“You can do it after,” a little smirk appears on your face.

“Don’t tempt me, yn.”

To be honest, you really want this man to fuck you like there’s no tomorrow. You want to have him in between your tights with his cock buried deep inside you. The ‘let’s take it slow’ isn’t for you anymore. In fact, it feels like it’s been going way too slow.

His dark orbs are filled with lust. The same lust you last saw three weeks ago when you pushed him away. When he looks at you like that, it just makes you weak. Jungkook gets closer to you, his face now a breath away from yours. His scent wraps around you like a drug—earthy, warm, him. The way the moonlight catches on his skin, the way his breathing is heavier than usual, the way his eyes darken with an unspoken hunger… it’s too much.

You know he feels it too. You can see it in the tension in his jaw, in the way his fingers twitch slightly like he’s restraining himself. But why should he? Why should you? Every nerve in your body is screaming to close the distance, to claim what’s already yours.

Jungkook can take you right here and right now, his transformation isn’t dictated by the moon. However, yours is. In a matter of minutes, you’re about to start feeling it. So he takes a step back, putting some distance between you.

“Let’s focus now on your transformation,” he then says.

You nod because he’s totally right. The pain should be hitting very soon, there’s no place for going wild right now.

A couple of minutes later, a deep, familiar heat spreads through your body, wrapping around every inch of you like a wildfire threatening to consume you. It’s different from the first time—less agonizing, more natural—but still overwhelming.

Your bones tremble beneath your skin, stretching and reshaping with a fluidity that should be painful but isn't. Instead, it feels like a release, as if your body is finally embracing something it was always meant to be. Honestly, it’s a bit strange that the pain isn’t like last time, but you won’t complain.

“It doesn’t hurt that much,” you admit to Jungkook.

“It’s a good thing,” he answers. “Keep embracing this.”

Your heartbeat pounds in your ears, steady yet strong, like a drum signaling the inevitable. The air around you shifts, sharpening in clarity, scents bursting to life in ways your human senses could never fully grasp. The earth beneath your feet feels softer, the concrete floor whispering against your paws—because yes, you have paws now, and the realization doesn’t terrify you as much as it did before.

Jungkook slowly follows your shift, his body mimicking yours like last time. Seeing him doing it warms your heart. This man is just the most precious one you’ve ever got to meet. You’re not sure anybody would be doing this for you. Well, you’re actually convinced another man wouldn’t do this for you.

“You’re doing amazing, yn,” he tells you.

The werewolf king’s chest swells with pride. He’s so proud of the way you’re handling this second shift. For the past few days, he was extremely nervous thinking about how this night would be going, but man, he doesn’t feel nervous anymore. He’s just proud of you.

A rush of energy surges through your veins, a primal force awakening within you. This time, there is no panic, no desperate fight against the shift—only acceptance. You breathe in deeply, and Jungkook’s scent fills your lungs, grounding you. The night isn’t just dark anymore—it’s alive, glowing with an unseen vibrance as your blue eyes scan the small space through a new perspective.

And then, you feel it—not just the physical transformation but the connection. The wolf inside you isn’t a separate entity; it’s you. It always has been. You aren’t just shifting into something else; you are becoming whole.

As you notice Jungkook fully becoming a wolf, you realize that you’re not human anymore. The fact that his transformation follows yours helps a lot. It allows you to realize how you’re doing.

“Looks like someone is a wolf now,” he speaks through his thoughts.

“It was quick this time around,” you admit.

“You didn’t fight it so it makes everything easier and faster.”

Quite frankly, you’re extremely proud of yourself. You weren’t expecting this night to go this way, you were actually imagining the worst. But it went so great so you can fully be proud of yourself.

“At this pace, in two months, you’ll master everything and won’t be ruled by the moon anymore,” he says.

“Eeeh I’m quite unique,” you tell him.

“You definitely are,” he admits.

This human side of you makes everything unpredictable, but Jungkook is starting to believe that this side of you actually makes everything easier. Since you’re not fully a wolf, your human blood tames it. You manage to control everything a lot better than any other wolf. It seems that being a hybrid isn’t a curse after all. Jungkook only hopes that your human blood will have the same effect on your child.

The sense of freedom washes over you, powerful and intoxicating. You take a tentative step forward, then another one. The father of your child opens the outbuilding’s door, allowing you both to finally run into the woods. A thrill courses through you as your paws thunder against the ground, muscles coiling and releasing with effortless precision.

The wind rushes through your thick fur, its crisp touch electric against your heightened senses. Every inhale brings an explosion of scents—the damp earth beneath you, the lingering musk of other animals who passed through, and the faint trace of the night sky itself.

You push forward, faster, exhilarated by the sheer strength of your new form. Jungkook follows you and remains by your side so you don’t feel alone. There’s no hesitation, no second-guessing, only instinct. You weave through the trees, leaping over fallen logs with ease, your body working in perfect sync with something deep and primal within you. This isn’t fear or chaos; this is control.

Then, you look at the wolf next to you. Your eyes meet, and god, you just feel like this man is meant to be yours. His greyish fur gleams under the moonlight, his eyes reflecting something unreadable but intense. You watch him as you both slow down for a moment, his eyes never looking away from yours.

“You’re so beautiful,” his words echo in your head.

“Not as beautiful as you,” you confess.

Then, he resumes to run. Jungkook takes off into the night, and before you can think, you’re chasing him, your paws pounding the earth in pursuit. The thrill of the hunt, the joy of the run—it’s everything. You adore being a wolf; everything just feels a lot better than in your human form.

For the entire night, you both walk and run around, never growing tired. You only feel more alive, and you don’t want to stop this feeling even though you know that once the sun starts to rise, this will all disappear.

After countless hours of running, you get back to the outbuilding to shift back to your human self. As last time, it’s a bit hard but your mind once again thinks of those sweet moments shared with your father. And in the midst of those thoughts, you hope that your child will share great moments with Jungkook. You hope that they’ll have the same sweet souvenirs. However, you don’t doubt it will happen. Jungkook is such a good man and will for sure be a wonderful dad.

When you take your human form, Jungkook does the same. Your gaze is irresistibly drawn to him. His broad, sculpted shoulders look as if they were carved from stone, each defined muscle a testament to his strength. His chest rises and falls in a steady rhythm, the movement oddly mesmerizing, as if each breath holds an unspoken power just beneath the surface.

You know you should look away, but your eyes betray you, lingering far too long. Heat creeps up your neck as you realize just how intently you’ve been watching him. Meeting his gaze suddenly feels impossible, yet the pull of his presence is undeniably magnetic. It stirs something deep within you, something primal and impossible to ignore.

Jungkook feels your gaze on him and doesn’t say anything because he’s just devouring you the same way. Everything about you is perfect; he’s so drawn to you. He’s so drawn to his soulmate. And this fucking full moon doesn’t help. His attraction to you is impossible to resist, but he has too much respect for you. You want to take things slow so he’ll do it. His hand has been his greatest companion for the past three weeks.

Your gaze doesn’t go below his chest because you know that if you look down, you won’t be able to hold back. Your eyes linger on his tattooed arm—he looks way too hot. The man decides to grab the clothes on the floor, handing you yours.

“Thanks,” you mumble.

Jungkook offers you a little smile before you both get dressed. It’s so easy to put on these kinds of clothes, you wish you could live only wearing them. They also adapt to your body because they perfectly embrace your growing stomach.

“How are you feeling?” he asks when you walk back to his mansion.

“A bit tired, but less than last time.”

The rest of the walk is made in silence, none of you knows what to say. He accompanies you to your room. When in front of the door, you stop.

“Sleep well, yn,” Jungkook kisses your cheek.

“Stay with me,” you beg.

The man doesn’t hesitate at all when he opens the door, letting you in first. He walks inside right after you and closes the door. What comes next doesn’t surprise you at all, you had teased each other about it before turning into a wolf.

Jungkook presses his lips on yours. The kiss is sweet and tender, there’s no rush or anything else in it. This moment has been desired by the two of you since the beginning of the night. In fact, you’re actually convinced that if you rush it, it will destroy the magic behind this exact moment. His strong arms wrap tighter around you almost as if he’s scared you’ll disappear.

His lips are so soft on yours, the tenderness of the kiss making your heart melt completely. Your heart is pounding extremely hard on your chest while the butterflies on your lower stomach are making you feel completely alive.

Your little hands cup his face while you kiss him passionately. The two of you walk until he falls into the bed, you break the kiss as he sits. Your gazes never break while you take a seat on his lap. Your lips meet his again for a fervent kiss this time. Without realizing it, your hips delicately roll against his, causing a low and deep groan to escape his mouth.

In a matter of seconds, you start to feel his erection against your core, and it feels wonderful to turn him on this easily. It makes you feel desirable; a sensation this man has caused you since you met.

“Looks like someone woke up,” you whisper against his lips.

Jungkook opens his eyes to stare at you, lust shining in his doe eyes.

“How couldn’t Jungkook Junior wake up with the way you roll your hips right over him?” he teasingly answers.

You chuckle as he calls his cock ‘Jungkook Junior’.

“I didn’t know your dick had a name,” you smile.

He smiles back at you, his hand moving down on your waist to incite you to roll your hips against Jungkook Junior. Moans flood from your mouths while pleasure consumes the two of you. None of you look away, enjoying the view of the other contorting with bliss.

“If you let me, I can help you with relieving Jungkook Junior,” your hips don’t ever stop rolling.

The man would love to take his time with you but fuck, if you offer him some help, he’s never going to refuse it.

He nods, and you get off his lap to get down on your knees before him. He spreads his legs for you, your face now directly in front of that little tent forming on his sweatpants. Slowly your hands grab the elastic of his pants before pushing them down his legs. Jungkook helps you by raising his hips.

Your hungry eyes watch the beast standing proudly in between his thighs. His length is very impressive, you swear that you’ve never seen such a monstrous cock in your life. Your mouth salivates as your eyes get lost in his huge dick.

“Jungkook Junior is quite a beast,” you say.

Now, you’re grateful your eyes didn’t look down at him in the outbuilding. You wouldn’t have been able to let him leave that place without sucking him off or letting him fuck you.

“Impressed?” his deep voice demands.

“More than impressed,” you answer, and a little chuckle leaves his mouth.

Since you’re in a mood to torture him a bit, you decided to go first with his balls instead of his cock. You swirl your tongue around each one of his balls before sucking them in your mouth, making the man gasp and hiss.

Obviously, you take all your time to savor every single second. The growing tension between you for the past weeks led to this exact moment so let’s not throw it to waste. The moment you feel his balls against your lips, all your thoughts dissipate, only focusing on the moment you’re spending with him.

His enjoyment can’t be hidden since his eyes roll back as you deeply suck his balls and moan around him. Jungkook slowly but surely starts to groan loudly; you’re sure the people working here can imagine what you’re doing by the way he moans. Every sound that leaves his mouth is a guide for you.

Purposely, you don’t touch his cock, only putting all your attention on his balls. You know nothing about how this man is in bed but what you desire at this precise moment is to hear him beg for more.

“Yn…” his voice is tentative. “I need your mouth around my cock,” he whimpers.

At this stage, you don’t care about his words because you prefer to torture him a little bit more with your mouth on his balls. So, you suck harder on them before swirling your tongue around them. The man above you closes his eyes, groaning as you pleasure him. It makes you smirk while you watch his face contort with pleasure.

“Fuck, yn,” he opens his eyes to steal a quick glance at your face.

Jungkook is graced with the view of you glancing up at him, and that alone can send him to heaven.

“You look like a sin,” he says before moaning.

“From down here, you look like an angel,” you say when you pull his balls out of your mouth.

His cock twitches at your words, loving how thoughtful you are. Your words warm his heart in an unexplainable way. As you stare at his angelic features, you finally decide to give him exactly what he desires.

You spit on his cock to make it easier to pump him before your hands touch his length. Immediately, a guttural moan escapes his soft lips. Your eyes glance up again to see him running a hand through his dark hair.

“Keep pumping me like that, sunshine,” he mumbles while he keeps moaning.

“You want me to suck Jungkook Junior?” you ask him.

“Suck me, please,” he barely manages to say.

A smile comes across your face before you shove his cock down your throat, face fully buried in his little monster. Jungkook deeply growls, his eyes rolling back to his head while he runs a hand through his hair once more.

Your face shoves further down on his crotch, eyes glimpsing up at him to see the mess that he’s becoming. Very carefully, you pull back before engulfing his cock once more. The man groans louder, legs shaking as he gets closer to his orgasm.

It’s obvious that he won’t last too much but you’re taking your time while sucking his beast. A little bit of your saliva drips down while your mouth bobs up and down his length. His shaking hands grab your hair to guide you but never once does he shoves your face deeper into his cock, he’s being extremely gentle with you although he’s completely lost in pleasure.

“Fuck, sunshine,” he growls. “You’re doing so well,” he praises you.

His cock twitches inside your mouth as he gets closer to the edge. The moment you feel his cock throbbing, you hollow your cheeks to provide him with even more pleasure.

“Can I come inside?” he asks when he feels himself very close to the orgasm.

The second you nod, his cum explodes inside your mouth while deep groans leave his lips. He delicately ruts his hips, pushing his hot seed deeper into your mouth. You take it all in as your eyes never cease to glance at him.

When you remove your mouth from his beast, he falls back onto the bed, his eyes looking up at the ceiling. You stand up before lying next to him. You clean your mouth with your fingers, Jungkook tastes so freaking good.

“How was it?” you ask with a smile.

His eyes meet yours, even in the dark they shine so brightly. This man looks like a walking dream, and every time you lay eyes on him, you feel lucky to have met him.

“Fucking good, sunshine,” he confesses. “But,” his face gets closer to yours. “We’re not done yet.”

His lips crash against yours to fervently kiss you. His tongue doesn’t waste a second to meet yours, and he can taste himself. A little moan escapes his mouth, but you instantly swallow it. However, you quickly break the kiss as you’re both horny as fuck and want nothing more than have sex. You rapidly undress before lying on the bed.

Jungkook spreads your legs and nestles himself in between them. For a moment, his eyes look down at your stomach. It’s barely noticeable, but he can already see a little bump. And man, he finds you hotter than ever.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispers.

He then proceeds to kiss your inner thigh and his soft lips on your skin send shivers down your spine.

“Jungkook,” your hand flies down to grab his hair.

His tongue swipes at your folds, his mouth wrapping perfectly around you. Moans of delight escape your lips because he’s treating you in a way nobody has ever done before. His round nose rubs against your clit and it’s making wonder to your entire body.

“You taste so good, sunshine,” he mumbles against your core.

Your thighs squeeze his head, your fingers push harder his hair, and your back arches off the bed while he delicately licks your folds like a little cat would lick his milk. His tongue burrows into you, lapping at your wetness.

There is nothing better than having your juices running down his throat at this exact moment. This is beyond better than anything he has ever eaten. This is even better than all the sex dreams he has had for almost three months. He could do this for hours without ever growing tired.

You heavily sigh of pleasure when he tilts his head up a little higher to lap deeper into you. When he pulls at your folds with his teeth, your back arches off the bed, your legs squeezing his head harder, his name rolling off the tip of your tongue over and over again.

As he licks and bites your folds, you scream louder and louder, your orgasm threatening to explode at any moment. For the first time in a very long time, you’re feeling that this orgasm is going to be strong as hell, but gosh, Jungkook is doing everything to make it extremely intense.

It’s a matter of seconds before you’re completely overwhelmed by your orgasm. Jungkook never stops until you’re squirting, his face now covered in your juices. He glances up at you again, his lips shining with your arousal that he blissfully licks it with his tongue.

“If you want to stop now, sunshine…” he starts saying but you cut him short.

“There’s no way we’re stopping now,” you tell him. “I want you inside me, Jungkook.”

His breath hitches in his throat, you’re giving him exactly what he desires. He crawls over your body, his fingers brushing along your stomach and up to your breasts. The man leans down to kiss the space between them, your back arching at the feeling of his lips on your skin. His round nose brushes against your chest while his mouth ghosts over your breasts. His warm breath stings against your sensitive skin, teasing you.

“The wait was so worth it,” he mumbles.

“Oh yeah,” you reply.

The spinning and tension between you has reached its peak, and man, this feels so freaking good. Right now, there’s nowhere else you’d like to be. All you want is to be with Jungkook and be loved by him.

His hands hold tightly your breasts, and his thumbs flick over your nipples. Little moans leave your mouth. His lips kiss from the valley of your breasts up to your throat, his tongue licking all the way up. Your body definitely tastes like heaven, and he wonders now where you’ve been all this time.

Pulling his head back, his eyes get lost in yours before he presses his lips on yours, kissing you passionately and fervently. He’s impossibly hard, precum leaking from the head of his dick, and he wastes no time in pushing himself into you.

Surprisingly, his cock slides in you quite easily almost as if your bodies were destined for one another. You cry out as he buries himself deep into you because damn, he’s massive and stretches you out so much.

“Fuck,” he whines. “You feel so good.”

Jungkook pulls his hips out before slamming back into you so harshly that you feel your whole body shudder. The second he’s fully buried inside you, he stops his moves, watching down at where your bodies meet.

Slowly, he resumes thrusting back into you. The man hovering over you ensures to fill you up to the brim at a very slow pace. Your moans get louder as he rails the shit out of you, and you’re absolutely sure that if anyone passes near the bedroom, they’ll hear you scream Jungkook’s name.

“Faster,” you tell him.

A smirk appears on his face before he thrusts into you at a faster pace, which has you clenching so tight around him. The room is quickly filled with the sound of his hips slapping against yours as well as both your moans.

The two of you get completely lost in your euphoria. You squeeze your walls around him, making him groan loudly, and he quickens and deepens his pace. The intensity of which he’s pounding into you makes you moan with delight.

“Oh, Jungkook,” you mewl before you bite at his lower lip, tugging at it hard.

His eyes are locked with yours, and right now, there are only the two of you. It’s like the world around you vanished completely, something you’ve been feeling every time you’re with Jungkook. It’s something quite unique and beautiful at the same time.

This moment is unlike anything you’ve ever known. It’s raw, intense, and deeply compelling. It isn't just how his body moves perfectly with yours. It’s something more. Something that sparkles beneath your skin; it feels electric.

The air between you is charged with a force that feels bigger than both of you—as if the universe itself has been waiting for this. Waiting for you to come together, to complete the bond. It’s overwhelming but in the best possible way. You gasp, your breath hitching, not just from the physical closeness but from the undeniable pull of your souls intertwining.

Jungkook caresses your face with a smile on his face. “You’re so wonderful,” he says before pressing a sloppy kiss on your lips. “Having you contorting with delight under me is the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

For the first time, you can feel him—not just his body, but his essence. His emotions flood into you, raw and unfiltered. Love, need, devotion, and protection; it’s all there, wrapped around you, holding you in ways that go beyond the physical.

And then, something shifts.

It’s as if you’ve crossed an invisible barrier—something within you locks into place. Your heartbeat syncs with his, the space between you collapsing until you can’t tell where you end and he begins. It’s intoxicating, this feeling of oneness, of completion, as if you’ve always been meant to find your way to this very moment.

By now, his pace is relentless. The bed under you is creaking while your breasts are bouncing at the rhythm of his pace. One of his hands snails up from your waist to grab at one of your breasts, squeezing at your soft flesh before he pinches your nipples. The feeling is overwhelming but you welcome it.

The man above you leaves wet kisses along your jawline, your neck, and shoulder. On the other hand, your nails scratch his back, leaving red marks all over him.

“Jungkook, I’m gonna,” you whimper. “I’m gonna...”

Since you’re completely lost in your bliss, you don’t manage to finish your sentence, but it doesn’t matter to the man fucking you since he already knows you’re very close.

Your walls are clenching extremely hard around him, your legs are shaking, and your moans are pretty much out of control. That’s how he knows you’re close. His hips move faster, desperate to make you come undone under him.

“Come for me, sunshine,” he whispers in the shell of your ear. “Make a mess all over my cock.”

The orgasm that is slowly growing inside you completely explodes. Your eyes close as your face contorts with pleasure, and you cry out his name over and over again. Jungkook watches with marvel the way you come under him and he enjoys the way your pussy creams his cock.

Jungkook’s dick throbs inside you but he continues to wreck you until he’s coming inside you. He’s fully aware that he isn’t going to last much longer than you do because damn, pleasure is overwhelming him so much.

“Fuck, I’m going to come,” he growls in your ear, shivers running down your spine with his deep voice. “Can I come inside?”

You nod as you desire nothing more. After all, you can’t get pregnant as you already are. The man lets go of any control he has over his orgasm, and he releases his hot semen inside you. His body is completely tense while he sloppily thrusts two last times to push his cum deep inside you.

Then, he slowly collapses against your chest, his lips pressing a soft kiss against your neck as he nuzzles himself against you. Your arms wrap around him as the two of you come down from your intense orgasms. The room falls completely silent except for the sound of your heavy breathing.

After a while, he just lay next to you, the two of you looking up at the white ceiling. You’ve finally surrendered to the massive attraction between you, and it feels great. Sex with Jungkook is quite an experience, and you definitely want this to happen again. You’re so damn addicted to this man.

“I’ve something to tell you,” he breaks the silence.

Your eyes move from the ceiling to the father of your child. Jungkook after an orgasm is hotter than ever.

“We are soulmates,” he difficulty swallows.

“Soulmates?” your eyebrows furrow.

“Yes,” he answers. “It’s a real thing in our world, and the bond between soulmates is quite strong.”

You never thought that would exist, but in a way, it doesn’t surprise you. What you have with Jungkook is unexplainable and unique.

“Soulmates can communicate through thoughts, they are deeply attracted to each other, they can feel each other’s emotions, and above anything else, they trust each other from the moment they meet,” he explains. “But they also develop unique abilities together. From what I noticed so far, we can sense each other’s presence effortlessly, and when we’re together, our heartbeats fall into perfect sync.”

“So this has nothing to do with our child?” you ask.

Up until now, you were pretty much convinced that your child was the reason your bond with Jungkook was special.

“No,” he shakes his head. “Our child only brought us together, but we were already soulmates before they even existed.”

“Oh,” you say. “So how does this work?” you ask with curiosity.

“Based on what I’ve read in books and what my parents told me, a soulmate bond is forged when we are born. Apparently, this bond exists to strengthen the soulmates. They pretty much become one, and the second our bond is consumed through sex, we basically seal this whole thing. It’s like we have mated,” he explains. “Our scents have blended into one; it’s unique now.”

The moment you both orgasmed, Jungkook instantly noticed the scent change. It was subtle at first, like a whisper on the wind, but then, he felt you in every fiber of his being. He knew that soulmates having sex wasn't just for pleasure. The first time carries a deep weight. It’s when they finally mate and consolidate their bond forever. There’s absolutely no going back after that.

From now on, everybody will know you’re his and he’s yours. The world will never be the same again.

“Interesting,” you simply say.

“Soulmates are meant to meet at some point so the clinic’s mistake was simply our beginning. I’m still mad for their mistake, but I’m also grateful because, without it, I wouldn’t have met you.”

“But if we’re soulmates, sooner or later, we would have met, right?” you ask.

“Yep, but my first child wouldn’t be yours,” he answers. “And soulmates’ kids are usually stronger than any other kids,” he continues. “Knowing that really reassures me for our child’s future, and I also couldn’t imagine anyone else as the mother of my child.”

You get closer to him to wrap your arms around him. Jungkook presses a hot kiss on your lips, a smile growing on his face.

“And I wouldn’t want anyone else to be the father of my child.”

It’s your lunch break when you receive the most awaited call. Last week, you did a blood test to check if your baby has any genetic diseases. This test will also allow you to finally know the gender. It’s been extremely hard to wait for the result because you’re extremely concerned about the baby’s health and because you definitely want to know the gender.

Secretly, you were hoping to receive this call when you’d be with Jungkook. It would be easier if he was next to you. But you don’t mind honestly. If it’s good news, you know he’ll be equally happy. In the end, what truly matters is that the baby is thriving.

“The baby doesn’t have any genetic diseases,” the woman on the other side announces. “Would you like to know the gender?”

“Yes, yes,” you inform her.

“It’s a boy.”

The world disappears around you, and your hands move down to your stomach, cradling the small bump. It’s a boy. A healthy little boy. The words echo in your mind, wrapping around your heart and filling you with a warmth unlike anything you’ve ever known.

For as long as you can remember, you envisioned yourself as a girl’s mom—you don’t really know why. But now, everything is different. You’re going to be a boy’s mom. It’s such wonderful news. Honestly, the gender doesn’t really matter. What truly matters is that your baby is healthy, growing strong, and doing just fine. That he’s doing fine. That he’s safe. That he’s okay.

“You’re a little boy,” you whisper once the call ends. “I can’t wait to tell your dad.”

His strong heartbeat echoes in your ears, and warmth spreads in your chest. You’re incredibly happy. It’s honestly such a relief that he’s doing fine, you were so so nervous. For the past week, it was the only thing your mind could focus on. Well, that isn’t totally correct.

Yesterday, Jungkook managed to make you think of something else. The thought of the steamy session sends shivers down your spine. You even feel your walls clenching as if they’re feeling him inside you all over again.

It was, without any doubt, the best sex you ever had.

You shake your head to focus again on your little baby. A little boy is on the way, and you simply can’t wait to tell it to Jungkook, Felix, and Lexi.

At the end of the day, when you leave your workplace, you find the father of your baby waiting for you. A smile grows on your face when you see him. Apparently, today, it’s because he wants to ensure that nobody comes to hurt you.

“Hi, Jungkook,” you say once you’re in front of him.

“Hi, sunshine,” the brightest smile appears on his face, making him look absolutely adorable.

Today, Jungkook doesn’t even hesitate when he presses a peck on your lips. It doesn’t feel weird at all, it actually feels so nice. Honestly, after what happened yesterday, it’s wonderful that things aren’t awkward between you. Actually, everything seems normal and natural. It’s like this was meant to be since the beginning.

“I like it when you call me sunshine,” you admit while wrapping your arms around his neck.

Jungkook presses a kiss on your forehead. “I’m glad you do,” he replies gently. “It fits you so well.”

You lean in to press a soft kiss on his lips. As you pull back, he tilts his head, his gaze dropping to your mouth.

“Do you have lip balm on?” he asks, curiosity lacing his tone.

“Yeah, I need to moisturize them because they’re always so dry now,” you reply, a hint of frustration in your voice.

A mischievous glint appears in his eyes. “Good,” he murmurs before capturing your lips in a deeper kiss.

His mouth moves slowly against yours, savoring the balm's taste as if he intends to remove every trace of it. You pull back, eyebrows knitting together.

“Hey, you’re licking all the balm off,” you gently hit his chest.

He smirks, a playful glint in his eyes. “I need some too; my lips are dry.”

Rolling your eyes, you can’t help but smile at his antics.

“Well, next time, get your own lip balm.”

“But where’s the fun in that?” he chuckles, leaning in to steal another quick kiss.

Despite your annoyance, warmth spreads through you, appreciating the lighthearted moment you share. It simply feels great that in the middle of what your life has become, you’re able to share a sweet moment with someone you deeply care about; your soulmate.

"I received wonderful news today," you say, your eyes sparkling as you recall the phone call you had earlier. "We now know the gender of our baby."

Jungkook’s face lights up with anticipation. "Tell me," he urges, his excitement palpable.

"It's a little boy," you announce.

For a moment, Jungkook is silent, absorbing the revelation. A radiant smile spreads across his face, his eyes glistening with emotion.

"A son," he murmurs, almost to himself.

The words carry a profound weight, evoking memories of his own father and the deep bond they shared. He envisions creating a similar connection with his own son—teaching him, guiding him, sharing moments of joy and wisdom. The prospect fills him with both excitement and a sense of responsibility.

"I can't wait to meet him," he says softly, his voice thick with emotion. "To teach him, to watch him grow... to be the father to him that mine was to me."

"He's going to have the best dad," you whisper, your heart swelling with love for the man in front of you and the life you've created together.

“And the best mom,” he whispers before pulling you in his embrace.

Jungkook’s foot is nervously tapping on the floor as the council’s members arrive. He welcomes them with a bright smile. His heart is beating incredibly fast, and he feels like he’s about to die on the inside. Today is the day. He’s finally going to reveal your existence to the entire werewolf community. All those high, powerful, and important people will know who you are.

For the past weeks, he’s been deeply thinking about what he has to do. Although it’s pretty obvious he won’t kill you and he’ll protect you no matter what, the council needs to be aware of the situation. They for sure won’t take it lightly and will do everything they can to put an end to all of this. But he can’t lose you. He can’t lose his baby boy.

The council is composed of three powerful alphas of each pack, making it equal in the pack’s representation. Even though this council exists, Jungkook is the one with real powers. The council might pressure him into one decision, but if he decides otherwise, it’s his voice that matters. However, that doesn’t exclude the possibility that they turn their backs on him. It hasn’t happened yet in the entire werewolf existence because the king’s authority is never questioned.

But today, things are very different. Jungkook is about to tell them that a hybrid is alive and that their life was saved by two important people.

When Yuna enters the room, she literally kills him with her gaze. She’s definitely mad he has a new girlfriend. She is the firstborn of a late powerful alpha. She’s worked hard to take over his place on the council when he passed. Even though Jungkook doesn’t like her very much, he has to admit that she’s a damn powerful alpha.

Her face changes when she realizes Jungkook’s scent is completely different. Well, actually every member frowned the second they noticed it while arriving. Jungkook’s scent took a more feminine tone; his usual smoky and warm scent took a floral and fresh tone. It’s clear to them that Jungkook finally met his soulmate and mated with them.

Yuna now knows that his new girlfriend, you, is his soulmate.

“Thanks for coming to our monthly meeting,” Jungkook says with a smile.

They all bow once more to him with a polite smile on their faces. They are all sitting on a round table with notebooks and pencils in front of them. Some of them also have a glass of water or a cup of coffee. Jungkook has water, the safest option right now.

“I have rather important matters to discuss with you all,” he begins.

Everybody looks at him with an extremely serious face. Yuna, on her side, has a smirk on her face, and Jungkook knows that she might think he’ll finally discuss his ‘new girlfriend’ and the baby on the way.

“I’ve found out about the existence of a hybrid,” he straightforwardly says.

Everybody gasps at the mention of the hybrid. Some even start whispering some things like ‘how’s that possible?’ ‘who let that person exist?’ ‘who needs to be punished?’.

“It could be a tragedy for our world,” he continues. “However, two powerful alphas protected that hybrid. Both of them hide the existence of such being.”

Jungkook really tries to remain composed and calm as he unveils the truth to the council’s members. If he ever lets his emotions get in the way, he knows this will be a disaster. It can’t happen. One of them could use that against him, and it definitely won’t be a great idea.

“One of them being my father,” he reveals.

“How’s that even possible?” an alpha from the Blood’s pack raises. “Your father would have never allowed that.”

“I know,” Jungkook admits. “But he did it.”

“He must have had his reasons,” a Lunar intervenes.

The Lunars are usually the ones that are more comprehensive out of all the packs. They also are the most inclined to adapt the rules to modern times. Based on this comment, Jungkook believes that the Lunars might be the ones more inclined to accept this situation.

“It doesn’t make sense,” a Shadow’s answers. “He helped us find one twenty years ago. He would have never protected one.”

“Well,” Jungkook begins. “It’s exactly that hybrid he has protected all these years.”

The three Shadow alphas frown as they process Jungkook’s last words.

“You’re telling us that yn is still alive?” one of them asks.

Jungkook only nods. Tears start forming in the oldest Shadow’s eyes.

“Mr. Song saved her when you found her and her parents and made you believe he had executed her. My father later found out about her existence but never did anything. They both knew it was wrong, but killing a ten-year-old was a burden too heavy to be carried,” he explains.

“But they didn’t say anything all these years,” the oldest Shadow says. “They mourned with us someone they knew was alive.”

Jungkook understands the Shadow’s point of view, but what can he say? His father is long gone and he barely knows why he kept you alive. Mr. Song is the only one who can answer that question. However, he discovered why his father used to disappear every year on the 15th of July. His father was actually going to your grandparents’ house to mourn you—or at least that’s what he made everybody believe.

“They saw how devastated her grandparents were,” he continues. “I’m sure they would have welcomed her no matter what. She’s their granddaughter.”

“Can you really speak on their behalf?” Yuna interrupts. “Would they really protect their hybrid granddaughter?” Her tone cuts like a knife.

“I’m not entirely sure, but after what they’ve been saying all these years, I strongly doubt they wouldn’t have protected her,” he answers.

“They would have died protecting her,” she says.

“I keep forgetting how coldhearted you Bloods are,” he retorts.

“Please calm down,” Jungkook intervenes. “Let’s not fight over what people did or might have done.”

Yuna is without any doubt a very coldhearted person, she only thinks about herself and what benefits her. As Jungkook is looking at her, he wonders how he ever loved her. She’s becoming a person he would have never wanted by his side. He would have never wanted her to be his queen.

“She’s alive,” Jungkook continues. “She was protected for years by my late father and Mr. Song. And for that reason, I have decided to let her live.”

Right now, revealing his soulmate bond doesn’t seem like the right approach. Jungkook strongly believes that it’s best to start by revealing your hybrid existence. Mentioning that you’re carrying the next heir might make all of this difficult.

“You must be crazy,” Yuna almost shouts. “That woman needs to die.”

“I agree,” another Blood says. “The rules are clear. Hybrids cannot exist.”

“Mr. Song also needs to be executed.”

Even though Jungkook is dying on the inside at the mere thought of losing you, he tries to act like he doesn’t feel anything. He’s kind of a master at doing that. It’s something his father taught him.

“Nothing of this is her fault,” the oldest Shadow answers. “She can’t pay for her parents’ sins thirty years later.”

“He’s not wrong,” a Lunar agrees. “They already paid for what they did. She’s not at fault. Even our late and beloved King Taemoo protected her.”

Jungkook is still trying to understand why his father kept you alive. For sure, he promised Felix protection, but you were a hybrid. He wished his father was here right now to explain why he did this. He really wants to understand why.

“She’s a hybrid,” Yuna claps back. “What don’t you understand? Her life is completely banned. Can you imagine if she has children or if one day she’ll have one? What would they be like? They’ll carry our legacy which they can’t as humans.”

“And yet, here we are, debating her existence instead of following the so-called ‘law’ without question. If our kind was so absolute, why has she survived all this time? Why did the former king allow it? Maybe it’s time we reconsider what we think we know,” a Lunar alpha answers.

A devious chuckle leaves her lips.

“You speak as if the blood of a hybrid is tainted, but you forget—she has Shadow blood. That is our blood. You claim to want to protect our kind, yet you’d erase one of our own without hesitation. Perhaps the real threat isn’t her existence, but your inability to see beyond outdated traditions,” the youngest Shadow alpha adds.

“We aren’t talking about her werewolf blood,” a Blood alpha answers. “We’re talking about her human side. She’s completely unpredictable.”

“She isn’t,” Jungkook replies. “She’s actually very much like us. You probably have already met her, and you don’t even know,” he obviously alludes when Yuna met you. “She carries both types of blood, but it doesn’t mean she is half a wolf. She’s fully one. She has the exact same abilities as a Shadow, she turns during full moons, and she also has wolf powers. She’s not different and definitely not unpredictable.”

Yuna rolls her eyes. This whole conversation exasperates her. For her, everything is simple. You’re a hybrid, and you should suffer the consequences of that. She really wants to tease him by revealing his unborn child, but although she might be a cold person, she doesn’t want to take that away from him. It’d be very disrespectful towards her king.

“I stand my ground,” she says. “She shouldn’t remain alive.”

The Shadow Alphas totally disagree with her as they refuse to kill someone carrying their blood. The Lunars stand with the Shadows, they don’t understand how Yuna wants to kill someone based on a damn old rule. So, at this stage, no matter what the Bloods desire, they are outnumbered in their decision.

However, Jungkook is the King so if he decides not to proceed with your execution, nobody can really do anything about it. This council simply exists to have the possibility to discuss. Yuna knows deep down that she can keep disagreeing as much as she wants, but her wishes won’t be granted.

The matter is quickly closed, and they decide to move to another one. Jungkook is grateful that most Alphas agreed with his decision. It would have been tough to deal with most of them disagreeing. This meeting would have lasted much longer.

At the end of the gathering, the three Shadow alphas come closer to him in an attempt to discuss. Jungkook was expecting it as he can only imagine how it must feel to find out about you.

“We would like to speak with you about yn,” they request.

The King nods and one of the Alphas closes the room’s door.

“Yn’s grandparents need to know she’s still alive,” the oldest one says. “It’s heartbreaking to watch them mourn their daughter and granddaughter.”

“I know,” Jungkook replies. “They deserve to know the truth.”

“Could you be the one delivering the news?” The youngest asks.

“Of course,” Jungkook nods. “I will see if yn would like to meet them.”

“It would be great.”

“In the meantime,” the king proceeds. “It’s better if you ensure nobody tells them.”

“We will,” they nod.

Now, Jungkook only has to inform you about their wish, and it also makes him nervous, because he doesn’t know how you could react to this.

You’re curled up on the couch, peacefully watching TV, but your mind barely registers whatever is playing. Your thoughts are lost on the little life growing inside you, and what life could look like once your boy is out. You can picture Jungkook holding him. You can picture yourself rocking your baby to sleep. You can picture yourself being a mother with Jungkook by your side.

Suddenly, a sharp knock at the door brings you back.

Your frown before your eyes flick toward the clock on the wall. Who would be coming this late? You aren’t expecting anyone tonight. A sinking feeling creeps into your stomach, and with hesitant steps, you move toward the intercom.

The moment you see her face, your blood runs cold. Yuna. Your breath catches in your throat, and for a second, it feels like your body has forgotten how to function. How is she here? How the hell did she find you?

With shaky hands, you grab your phone, nearly dropping it in your panic. Your fingers move on autopilot, dialing Jungkook’s number, pressing the phone to your ear as your heartbeat hammers against your ribcage. You don’t even care if he’s busy—you just need him now. You need his presence and protection.

A voice crackles through the intercom, smooth and deliberate, sending a chill down your spine.

"I know you’re there," you suck in a sharp breath. "I can sense you, yn."

Your heart slams against your ribs. She knows your name. Your grip on the phone tightens. Fear coils in your stomach like a vice, squeezing the air from your lungs. This isn’t a coincidence. She came here for you. But how? How did she know where to find you? And more importantly… what does she want?

“Open the door,” she urges. “I just want to speak with you.”

There’s absolutely no way you’ll open the door to this woman. Although last time you weren’t really scared of her, this time you are. If she’s here…

“Yn,” Jungkook’s voice cut short your scary thoughts. “I’m on my way.”

Well, you guess this soulmate bond made him sense you’re in danger.

“Open the damn door,” Yuna insists.

Instinctively, your hands move to your stomach, caressing it softly. This is such a comforting gesture, but it doesn’t make Yuna disappear. She’s still there, looking at the damn intercom and waiting for you to open the door. She’s scary. There’s something this time around about her that deeply frightens you. Her aura has changed.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Jungkook is now in front of her.

“Of course, you’d come,” she says with the most devious smirk plastered on her face. “Saving the little hybrid carrying your child.”

Your entire body freezes at her words. She knows.

“Why didn’t you mention it two days ago in the council’s meeting?” she crosses her arms. “You were scared…”

“Shut up, Yuna,” he says with clear annoyance. “You’re starting to be ridiculous.”

“Oh, I’m ridiculous…” she repeats. “What about the king who impregnated a hybrid and whose heir will not be a pure-blood.”

Jungkook chuckles, and you follow this conversation through the intercom. It’s obvious that he’s way more powerful than her. The way his body is standing strong before her is impressive.

“What do you want?” he asks.

“She and her child can’t exist,” her tone is sharp.

“Answer my question,” he demands.

“You know why I’m here.”

“I said,” his tone is firm which sends shivers down your spine. “Answer my question.”

The man you see on the intercom is barely recognizable. You’ve never seen him like this; angry and protective.

“I wanted…” she seems to hesitate, momentarily thrown off by Jungkook’s commanding presence. But then she straightens her shoulders, trying to regain her confidence. “I wanted to see her with my own eyes,” her voice is laced with disgust and curiosity. “The hybrid you called ‘girlfriend’. The abomination carrying your child.”

Jungkook’s jaw clenches, his entire body radiating tension.

“Watch your mouth, Yuna,” he says.

“You can’t seriously think this will stand,” she scoffs, crossing her arms. “You may be the King, but even you can’t change centuries of law and tradition. She shouldn’t exist. And that thing inside of her?” She shakes her head. “It’s an insult to our bloodline.”

Inside, your heart pounds. You can barely breathe as you listen to the woman who clearly despises you—who sees your unborn child as nothing more than a mistake to be erased. Her reaction is a mere reflection of how this world will welcome you. Jungkook took it kind of well, but he’s your soulmate so that doesn’t count. The other werewolves won’t welcome you with open arms. And they certainly won’t acknowledge you the second they find out about your baby boy.

Jungkook takes a step closer to Yuna, his voice dangerously low. Honestly, this man right here frightens you just as much as Yuna. This version of your soulmate is one that you’d never want to meet in person. You swallow hard as you watch them.

“You came here thinking you could intimidate her, didn’t you?” his lips curl into something between a smirk and a snarl. “You’ve forgotten something, Yuna,” he gets closer, his voice barely above a whisper. “I’m her child’s father and the King.”

Yuna stiffens, but she isn’t done yet.

“The council accepted her, but they won’t accept your child, Jungkook,” she says. “They won’t ever accept a Ruler whose mother is a hybrid. You know that.”

“Then let them come,” he challenges, his red eyes glowing in the dim light. “But if anyone lays a hand on yn or my child, I will personally make them regret it.”

Yuna exhales sharply, her nails digging into her palms. This isn’t the Jungkook she once knew. This is a King. A mate protecting what’s his.

“She’s your soulmate, right?” her voice almost breaks as she speaks.

You can sense Jungkook’s hesitation, and you can understand it. He doesn’t want her to know you’re both tight by a powerful bond. A bond she always seemed to crave.

“No need to confirm it,” she proceeds as she notices he doesn’t say anything. “Your scents say it all. A King and a hybrid,” she whispers. “Sounds ironic.”

Yuna is aware she doesn’t stand a chance in front of that bond. Jungkook will keep showing up every time she’ll come around you. She’s heard people talking about how soulmates can feel whenever they are in danger. And she knows he’ll protect you with his life because that’s how he is. It’s a quality she always liked about him. When they were together, she always felt safe around him.

Deep down, she always desired to be his soulmate, but they always knew they weren’t. They were in love, she didn’t even question it, but it wasn’t this. It wasn’t this magnetic love that constantly pulls you together. The proof is that he let her go. And it hurts.

“Just leave,” Jungkook commands.

This time, she decides to give up. So she turns her heels before disappearing into the night, leaving behind a thick tension. Once he’s sure she won’t come back, he knocks at your door.

“She’s gone,” he says through the intercom. “Let me in, sunshine.”

The nickname spreads warmth in your chest, and you don’t hesitate to open the door. The second he comes into view, you throw yourself in his arms. He closes his eyes when he feels the panic running through your veins. The soulmate bond is all fun until your mate goes through something deep.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers before pressing a kiss on your hair. “So sorry.”

You hold him tight in your arms, not wanting to let him go. She scared you.

“I’m here now,” he continues.

His strong arms are enough to comfort you. You rest your head against his toned chest, your mind only focusing on his heartbeat. Jungkook rests his head on top of yours with his eyes closed. He hates that Yuna managed to figure out about you. She’s clever, but he wasn’t expecting her to pick up the pieces so quickly. It pains him to see you like that.

When you end the embrace, your eyes meet.

“I can’t let you live here alone after this,” he tells you. “You’re staying at my place.”

“Jungkook…” you try to argue.

“There’s no Jungkook,” he instantly says.

“This was just a one-time thing.”

“Sunshine,” he cups your face in his hands. “I could feel your panic from where I was, and it was suffocating. I don’t ever want to feel it and see it in your face anymore. I’m not letting you alone anymore.”

Well, you guess you can’t really argue. No matter what you say, he’ll find an answer. And honestly, you wouldn’t mind spending your days with him.

“Okay,” you admit in defeat. “But can we stay here tonight?”

“Of course,” he nods and presses a kiss on your forehead.

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winifreddinh · 3 months ago

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A fanart collection in which each drawing represents a chapter of the Wyllstarion multiverse fic Be My Mirror. Every Wyllstarion fan who has not read it please go do it now!!!

This fic is really something special, so I want to make something special for it too. This idea was floating in my head from the beginning of my reading, but it took a while for me to get started. I have worked on this on and off since November last year.

Below are each drawing with some of my notes:

Chapter 1 (partingxshot) - Original universe

Chapter 2 (thecheeseburgercat) - Ballet AU

Originally, I set the scene in a ballet studio, but it felt too plain. I couldn't use colorful ballet outfits either, since they were only practicing. So, I decided to place them on the stage instead, as they did run on it in the chapter

Chapter 3 (shadowfell) - Dream Sequence AU

This art style was an imitation of the comic Dream Sequence from Carla Speed McNeil's Finder, the one on which this AU is based. I read the comic and thought it was very interesting, but I don't think I was able to understand all of it. This tumblr post by the chapter writer - shadowfell - really helped me out.

Chapter 4 (new_space) - Vampire zombie AU

Chapter 5 (not_whelmed_yet) - Ghost Wyll AU

Chapter 6 (partingxshot) - Disney World AU

One of the hardest parts about drawing these is figuring out what Astarion and Wyll are wearing, since some writers write in detail about that, and some don't. And I want to make sure each AU is recognizable immediately when looking at it. I went back to the original fic this Disney AU was based on to look for what Astarion was wearing here. From what I can find, he basically covers himself from head to toe in dark clothing to avoid the sun.

Chapter 7 (SophiaMancer) - Role swap AU

Chapter 8 (GlassThreads) - Twilight AU

Chapter 9 (Rimeko) - Dragon cult AU

Chapter 10 (jellyfishline) - DnD AU

Chapter 11 (ushauz) - Redwall AU

Mouse Wyll is the best thing I have drawn for this whole fic

Chapter 12 (stygius) - Elemental AU

Chapter 13 (odessacastle) - Regency romance AU

Chapter 14 (leyside) - Skyrim AU

I have never played Skyrim so I was honestly lost and needed a lot of advice haha

Chapter 15 (GlassThreads) - Revolutionary Girl Utena AU

Revolutionary Girl Utena is one of my favorite anime, so I was really happy to put them in these outfits.

Chapter 16 (PopcornCrimes (Emi1y_Rose)) - Evil Durge AU

Astarion wears the Bhaalist Armour here, to hint at how Durge is in the party now.

Chapter 17 (Acephalous) - The Thing (1982) AU

Chapter 18 (anonyhex) - Slay the Princess AU

I tried to imitate the art style of Slay the Princess

Chapter 19 (Aeona, karlachian) - Disco Elysium AU

Putting UI of Disco Elysium in the drawing. And of course, the skill is Empathy.

Chapter 20 (jellyfishline) - Ascension

It's hard to portray chapters 20 and 21 in just two drawings, so I made multiple ones for both.

Chapter 21 (partingxshot) - Return

There are more details I would have liked to add in some drawings, but I think if I worked on this more I would have gone insane haha. I really hope you guys love it!

Edit: I'm happy for Fanlore to use this with proper credit!

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #wyllstarion #wyll ravengard #astarion #astarion ancunin #baldurs gate 3 #bloodpact #my art #bg3 fanart

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glowettee · 2 months ago

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you don’t need "motivation" to get things done (and how to prove it to yourself) ✧˖°

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okay, can we get one thing straight?: waiting for motivation to magically appear is like waiting for a text back from someone who’s obviously not that into you. sometimes it shows up when you least expect it, and sometimes it just... doesn’t. but here’s the thing: motivation is overrated. you don’t actually need it to get things done, especially when finals are creeping up and you just can’t afford to procrastinate. i'm going to break down why motivation isn’t the key and how to actually start working without it.

𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚕 ✧˖°

motivation is unpredictable. it comes in waves, like when you suddenly feel inspired to plan your entire week at 2 a.m. or when you’re pumped to study after watching one (1) academic vlog. but motivation is an emotion, and emotions change. one minute you’re ready to conquer the world, and the next, you just want to lie on the floor and scroll through tiktok.

instead of relying on something as inconsistent as motivation, focus on building habits. habits don’t care if you’re feeling inspired... they just happen because you’ve trained your brain to do them automatically. the secret is to make productivity a routine, not something that requires hype.

𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢, 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 ✧˖°

➼ make your to-do list tiny and non-threatening honestly, sometimes just looking at a long list of tasks is enough to make you want to give up before you even start. break it down into the tiniest steps possible. instead of “study biology chapter 5,” write “open biology textbook,” “read the first paragraph,” “highlight one sentence.” sounds silly, but your brain loves crossing things off, no matter how small.

➼ the 5-minute rule tell yourself you only have to work for five minutes. that’s it. no pressure to finish an entire chapter or write a full essay, just five minutes. most of the time, you’ll end up continuing because getting started is the hardest part. but even if you only do those five minutes, that’s progress.

➼ set up your workspace like a ritual this might sound weird, but romanticizing the setup makes it easier to get into the zone. light a candle, put on some lo-fi or classical music, make a cup of tea. your brain will start to associate that vibe with “okay, it’s time to work.” the more you repeat this little ritual, the easier it becomes to just start without overthinking it.

𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚌 ✧˖°

➼ pair tasks with habits you already have habit stacking is genius. pair a new productive habit with something you already do every day. for example, if you always have a cup of coffee in the morning, make that the time you do a quick 5-minute review of your notes. your brain will connect the two activities, making it feel more natural.

➼ use environmental cues change your environment just a little bit when you need to focus. even just moving to a different corner of your room, putting on your glasses, or wearing a specific hoodie can signal to your brain that it’s time to study. it’s kind of like tricking your mind into productivity mode.

showing up, even when it’s messy ✧˖°

you don’t need to have your life perfectly together to be productive. i promise you. everyone has days when they just feel off. but the difference between people who get stuff done and those who don’t isn’t motivation, it’s showing up regardless.

➼ stop waiting for the “perfect” moment there’s never going to be a moment where you feel 100% ready. you’re always going to have some stress, some doubt, or some distraction. just start messy. give yourself permission to do a half-hearted job at first. it’s better than not starting at all.

➼ focus on progress, not perfection your brain will always convince you that if you’re not doing something perfectly, it’s not worth doing at all. challenge that mindset. doing a messy 20-minute study session is still better than not studying at all. make it a rule to aim for progress, not perfection.

𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚒𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎 > 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 ✧˖°

people make discipline sound like this harsh, almost militaristic concept, but it’s actually just about consistency. it’s not punishing yourself; it’s respecting your own goals enough to follow through, even when you don’t feel like it.

➼ create a non-negotiable routine instead of asking yourself, “do i feel like studying right now?”, because the answer will probably be no. create a routine that you stick to no matter what. for example, set a rule that every day after lunch, you study for 30 minutes. don’t think about it, just do it.

➼ don’t make productivity an event treating productivity as something monumental only makes it scarier. it doesn’t have to be a whole thing. just showing up to your desk and doing something, even a little, keeps the momentum going.

𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 ✧˖°

you know that feeling when you don’t want to go to the gym, but once you’re there, you’re like, “okay, i’m here, might as well work out”? same thing with studying. prove to yourself that motivation isn’t required by just showing up and starting. once you’re in it, it’s way less daunting and scary.

➼ celebrate tiny wins even if you just read one page or write a single paragraph, acknowledge that. the more you reward your brain for even the smallest efforts, the easier it becomes to do it again tomorrow.

➼ journal about your progress keep a small log of what you did each day. it could just be one sentence like, “studied chem for 15 minutes.” looking back on that list will make you realize you’re actually doing more than you think, which is super motivating on days when you feel stuck.

𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚢’𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚝𝚒𝚙𝚜 ✧˖°

➼ find your “why” remind yourself why you’re doing this. not just the surface-level stuff, but the deeper reason. is it to feel proud of yourself? to secure your future? to make your family proud? put that reason somewhere you can see it when you’re working.

➼ treat yourself like you would a friend if your friend was struggling to study, you wouldn’t call them lazy. you’d encourage them. be kind to yourself. sometimes just showing up is enough. give yourself credit for trying, even if it’s not perfect.

𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 ✧˖°

motivation might be what gets you started, but discipline is what keeps you going. stop romanticizing motivation as the key to success, it’s way too inconsistent. instead, focus on building small, consistent habits that don’t rely on feeling inspired. remember, you just need to start.

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tesscourtes · 10 months ago

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saw you had asks open, not a drawing request but wanted to know if there was any more story to your human bill’s punishment-for-weirdmageddon-is-to-turn-weak-human au, I really like it (sorry if you explained this a while back, I only just watched gravity falls😭I’m a late-comer to the fandom)

it’s just superepiccool to me, how are dipper and mabel about him being human now? Soos n Wendy, Stan and Ford? What was it like for them (especially Ford) when he just turned human? What was it like for Bill?

oh hey don't worry, I haven't really talked much about the details of the AU like ... ever. I just started reviving it because I got my partner into the show (they are also a new fan! yay, new fans! Funny enough I had no idea TBOB was coming out so the timing was mad exquisite.) and they have just been an amazing help shaping my messy thoughts and coming up with new, fun plots! It's also nice to know there's someone out there interested in it, so thank's for asking! Now that I read TBOB I want to change the premise a bit, but the core is still the same.

Let me tell you this AU is silly. I'm aware Billford is toxic and there are many corners to dive into to picture their messy relationship. But I kinda wanna keep the spirit of the show here and make it equally as fun as it is disturbing. Given that Bill canonically is trapped in endless Therapy gives me even more food to work with, he just out there being toxic and people repeatedly telling him to cut it out.

I'm not gonna go into too much detail because I'm actually working on the first comic chapter for this AU, but regarding the characters: Each of the Pines, as well as Wendy and Soos, are not happy seeing him, but individually grow more accustomed to him and with him. I guess going from "most accepting" to "least accepting", Mabel took it the best. I wouldn't say she was quick to forgive, but quick enough to give the guy a chance. And I honestly have to say that, although this is 100% a Billford AU, there's so many plot ideas for just Mabel and Bill and their amazing, chaotic shenanigans. Put these two together and the stories basically write themselves. Wendy is pretty similar, and the most chill in actually helping Bill figure out human stuff.

Naturally, Ford took it the hardest. I'm aiming for slowburn here, haha. They got to figure out some stuff that I'm so ready to put onto pages... Ford is a lot of emotions. Confused, angered, curious... Meanwhile Stan is Bills biggest hater. (There is a lot of bullying in this AU) He just keeps up with it because his Family makes him. He's very protective and tries to kick Bill out several times. Soos sticks with Stan, but he's also Soos and has a big heart, so in Bills eye, he's very gullible and a target he can mess with easily.

Dipper is not a fan either, he has a hard time adjusting to the triangle just getting to ... be there. He's suspicious for the most part and Bill has to try hard to get on his good side. But honestly he might be more upset with Mabel (and later on Wendy) for making friends with Bill so easily, even though he knows that's just their nature. I just recently started thinking about Gideon and how I'd like to include him, but nothing worth mentioning so far yet.

With Bill himself, one my favorite parts trying to portray so far is how he's dealing with his new mortality. He adjusts to the body fine, he knows how to navigate flesh, but he has a hard time accepting that it's his body. His new prison, essentially. If it's gone, he's gone. If he treat's it like shit, he feels like shit. Then we add the psychological aspect of things. And more importantly, we add Ford to the equation. When I tell you, that demon is experiencing psychological damage here, and it's fully his fault. TBOB really pointed out to me that I need to dive into his obsession with Ford. How do you even get a man you fumbled so bad, to even acknowledge you again?

I love yapping about this AU, thanks again for giving me the grounds to do so anon! I'm an insecure writer so it'll probably take another hot minute to choose which script feels best to draw out, haha. But I'm glad you seem to be up for the ride!!

#tess chatting it up #yapping about the human bill AU #also one of my biggest struggles: how to name a story #after 10 years i still have no idea #anyways (twirls my hair) omg i get to yap about my silly AU teehee #billford #bill cipher #human bill cipher #gravity falls #adfadt #a different form a different time au

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thewritetofreespeech · 1 year ago

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Gale x Tav

words: 1992

rating: E

pairing: Gale x Tav (post game pairing)

summary: since you all are so thirsty for an extended verison of the NSFW headcanons post, I guess I had to make one. I am nothing if not a servant to my people.

tags: magic sex (literally. but also metaphorically), exhibitionism, voyeurism, masturbation (kind of), Gale using magic for naughty reasons, projection!Gale

part ii part iii

“Alright class! Please turn your alchemy text to Chapter 8, page 394.”

There was a loud, unanimous sound of rustling paper as all the students in the lecture hall flipped through their books to the requested text. You don’t know what Gale was always complaining about. This teaching thing wasn’t that hard.

Gale had to leave for a community conference of the Blackwater staff and some of the other schools of magical arts in Faerûn. Given that they were all wizards, you had asked why they all couldn’t just project their consciousness into one place and avoid the travel, but Gale didn’t have an answer for that and left earlier that week. In his absence, he had asked you to take over his Introductory to Magics class while he was gone. Given that it was an introductory course, which mostly meant learning the basics and text anyway, and you’d had ‘private tutoring’ from Mystra’s former Chosen himself, he insisted you were more than qualified to act in his stead.

It had actually been pretty fun. The young weave masters were all eager to learn. Honestly the hardest thing was keeping them on task with the subjects instead of running off with a lot of questions about your victory over the Elder Brain and recuse of the realm. It was flattering, but not apart of the testing materials.

The students all wait patiently with their books open for you to begin, and you turn around to the blackboard. All of a sudden you felt a twinge between your legs. Not a painful one but more….

“Professor [Y/N], are you alright?”

You turn to look over your shoulder at the class, clearly spaced out for a moment, before you smile and tell them, “oh yes. Sorry. Let’s talk about alchemy then.”

You begin to write and talk to the class when you feel the sensation again. It was faint, but distinct. At first you thought it was just the seam of your trousers rubbing against your apex. But it was too consistent for that. The sensation would come. Then the sensation would go. You tried to keep your mind on the lesson but the more it came & went you had to wonder what was going on.

It couldn’t be Haarlep. Despite your adventure being over, your contract with the sex demon wasn’t. He still used your form from time to time, though your popularity in Avernous seemed to be waning as he hadn’t called on it in some time. If it were him the sensation would be constant, before fading away like a breathless sigh off your lips. So it was something else.

By the time you get through explaining the 4 key groups of alchemy, and made it to page 396, the sensation had crawled up from your core and just to the pit of your belly. You were having a harder time focusing on the lesson. Your attention now spilt between 50% focused on what was happening to your body, a mere 10% on the lecture, and the rest on the stimulating sensation between your legs that was just too pleasurable to resist.

To save face, and avoid any embarrassment like moaning out loud in front of a class full of minors, you quickly pivot the class schedule into independent study. Telling the students to go out around campus and find 5, no 15 herbs, floral, whatever to craft with for tomorrow morning’s follow up lecture on application.

Some of the students seem confused. While other just look excited to have the afternoon off for ‘foraging’. Still, the all leave rate orderly while you wave them off, and just as the door closed behind the last one you let out a deep breath you didn’t really you were holding and brace your hands against the desk.

Your body felt like it was on fire. Teased, tormented, toyed with. Your hands still splayed on the desk, you spread your legs and let out a moan. Conventionally thinking would lead on to believe that rubbing your thighs together would make the sensation stronger, yet somehow spreading them apart made more room for…whatever this was to work. Your clit throbbed at the feeling of something rubbing against it. If they weren’t in front of you, you would have sworn it was your own hand touching you. The sensation was so similar. Your fingertips twitch at the thought. Prepared to slide down the front of your pants to finish you off.

“Hello there!”

You jump with a start. Eyes wide in alarm at the sound of a voice. The immediate thought coming to mind that another professor has come to ask why the entire Introductory to Magics class is out picking herbs & flowers instead of being in a classroom and caught you on the cusp of a very public private moment. Thankfully, it wasn’t. Only Gale’s Mirror Image projection standing there looking cheerfully at you. “Gale? What are you doing here?”

“I assume you mean what is Gale doing sending me here.” The clever non-corporeal remarked. “Gale has sent me here to see how his new technique is working out. And, judging by your flushed cheeks and wanton appearance, I would say it’s going splendidly!”

Your brain struggled to gather all the bits of information the projection was dealing out through your fog. But you gather enough to finally understand what’s going on. “Gale did this to me!”

“Doing. He is doing this to you ma’m.” As if to prove a point of the explanation, there was another, firmer press of rubbing against your clit. One that made you moan again and knees nearly buckle. “Gale has informed me, to tell you, that he enchanted one of the stones on his ring to be linked with your…well…your own stone. He also wants me to tell you it’s the ruby one. On the silver band.”

The one you bought him. “Can I ask…mmm…why he did this?”

“You can ask! He says it was to give you pleasure while he was away. Long distance relationship can be tricky.” It had been less than a week. “He thought this would be a good resolution in the intermedium. And, perhaps other times in the future.”

You’re not sure if you should feel violated by Gale’s magical molestations or marvel at his creativity. It didn’t really matter in the end because all you could think about was the nagging need to cum. And one other nagging thing – “and you couldn’t possibly wait until I was home to try out this new technique? I’m in the middle of teaching your class. I’m still at the academy! What if someone comes in here right now??”

“Oh. Not to worry. Gale has informed me that the door is magically locked until 2:30 this afternoon. Something about office hours? No one can enter until after that time. Does that help answer your question?”

You let out another long, heavy sigh. One of abject relief and feeling your legs give way as you fall back into Gale’s chair. All the energy sapped from your body as you gave way to the pleasure that had been bubbly up. No longer holding it back, but instead letting it wash over you.

“Gale says he’s happy you like your present.”

You open your eyes. Seeing the projection staring at you with a blank, but soothing expression. Those unending eyes seeming to look right through you. Or perhaps, more to the point, stare past itself and straight to Gale. It was kind of hot. The coolness of its gaze. “My present, eh?”

The projection nodded. “Yes. He says he did this for you.”

“Just for me?” You unbutton your blouse. It had been feeling terrible constricting for quite some time now anyway. The projection doesn’t say anything. Nor does its expression change more than the slight tilt of it’s head, as the fabric gave way to relieve more skin and the outline of your breast in their bra.

“He says yes. But the pockets of his mind I can access independently lead me to believe it’s not purely altruistic.”

You giggle at the projection’s honesty, before your laughter turned into moans. The feeling on your clit more intense. As if Gale was trying to change the conversation.

“Fuck…Gale….” Your back arched off the back of the chair for a moment before it came back down again. “I can’t take it anymore. Are you as anatomically correct as before?”

“Hmm…I believe so.” The projection looked down at itself. Seeming to ponder the concept, as well as all its parts. “But Gale has instructed me that he’s not interested in me using that ability with you. The time in Shar’s Caress was due to the other guests in attendance. With you, Gale wants you all to himself.”

There was an odd feeling of arousal at Gale’s possessiveness, even against himself in a way, but also disappointment. You were close. But the sensation from Gale’s ring to your core wasn’t enough. You needed more.

Just as you were again about to shove your own hand down your pants, you feel a new sensation of hands on you. Not just one hand, or two, but multiple hands. Mage hands. They play with your breasts, your nipples, your ears, your hair. You lean back in Gale’s chair with your eyes closed. Moaning and panting with a white-knuckle grip on the arm rests as the invisible hands play with your body. One finally gives you what you want. Phantom appendage digits thrusting into your inner core, wet and hot.

Your hips jerk up as you let out a wordless scream before the fall back down and you let it fuck you. Legs wide. Blouse open. Mouth agape as Gale abuses his power to abuse your body in the most pleasurable way possible. You’re about to cum probably harder than you’ve ever cum in your life and your pants were still on. How insane was that?

You open your eyes, half lidded and only for a moment, to see the projection still staring at you as you fall apart. Then, you finally do. You cum hard. Bowing back off the chair so hard you hear it creak, before you fall back limp against the soft leather.

“Did you enjoy yourself?”

You look up at the projection again. Trying to catch your breath and right your world again. “Yes.”

“Good. Gale is glad you did. He also says that it’s made up for a rather dull afternoon of meetings.” A shiver ran up your spine at the thought that Gale had done all of this during a meeting. “The time is now 2:00. If you would like to freshen up, I suggest you make haste before 2:30 when the doors reopen. Gale says that enjoys how you look right now, but it is probably not appropriate for academia.”

“Then maybe don’t do this at ‘academia’ locations.” You quip back as you smooth out your hair.

“Fair.” The projection agrees. “Gale would like to know if you would like to do this again then when you are not in academia. Perhaps tonight? At home?”

You bite your lip at the thought of it. Doing this all over again, only this time naked in your bed. Perhaps even able to participate more now that you knew what was going on. “Absolutely.”

“Splendid!” The projection offers you a smile before it fades. Disappearing with a last, “see you tonight” as it reabsorbed back into the weave.

Alone again, you stand on shaky legs and try to right yourself for the next class. You still had two more classes to teach before you could go home that evening and become Gale’s play thing again.

The thought made it completely impossible to be totally focused on your lesson plan. You may have told some impressionable young wizards that Fly and Feather Fall were absolutely the same spell. Oh well. Mistakes happen.

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strangerthingsfanworkrecs · 5 months ago

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Artist Highlight: Jo-Harrington

This week, we're highlighting @jo-harrington! All recs this week will be for her work. @jo-harrington writes for the Stranger Things Fandom, with a special focus on xOC, and xReader fics. She's also a great beta-editor and design all the graphics for her fics! We're highlighting Jo for her incredible world building and strong OCs.

You should check out her Store Manager Verse fics for some great fluff and top-tier retail angst Jo answered some questions about her creative process and her work under the cut

Why Stranger Things?

I’ve been an avid ST Fan since the beginning. My old Store Manager and I watched the first episode in the backroom of our store while folding t-shirts and rest was history. Fic-wise, a certain Metalhead Dungeon Master brought me out of a fanfiction posting hiatus and I haven’t looked back since.

What's your favorite ship (platonic or romantic) to create for?

Platonic is always going to be the Hellfire Club boys. I love writing their adventures. Their friendship is epic and deserves to be explored and celebrated. Romantic…EddiexOC or EddiexReader. I mean, I’ve been an xOC girl since my first fandom. xReader is new for me but it’s almost an extension of xOC. I always joke that I’m allowed ONE epic borbo obsession love of my life per decade and I’ll give them one canon pairing but the rest are OCs.

What's your typical writing process like?

I have an idea, I write it down, I get sick of working on a chapter, I don’t edit, I post. (Which is funny because when I beta, I am a lot more detailed. But for my own work I just need it out of my head.) It might not be the best. It could probably read better or have less typos or mistakes. But it’s always from the heart.

How do you come up with your OCs?

I sit there for a long time and figure out how I can put a part of myself into a story. Oops was I not supposed to say that? Sometimes you think of a character that you just can’t help but want to write. But even if they aren’t a manifestation of your physical self or your personality, they almost always end up being an extension of you in some ways, or something you aspire to be. You also need to add some attributes you hate into them, so that they’re not too perfect and you can throttle them around and make them suffer and not feel too bad/let it become a self hatred thing.

What has been your favorite project so far? Why?

Store Manager Verse. (EMxReader) Retail is who I am and who I’ve always been. I had a mall romance irl that went south. So it was a way to rewrite my past with my comfort character…and also give said comfort character a happy ending as well.

What has been your hardest project so far? Why?

As Above, So Below. (EMxOC) It is a passion project, it is a beast, every chapter takes an emotional toll on me and it takes a month—if not more—to recover. But it has been the single most fulfilling project that I’ve worked on in the 20 years I’ve been writing fanfiction. I've been working on it for about 2 years now. 3 more chapters til the end…I’m gonna be very sad when it’s over.

Have you ever had a creative block? How did you get over it?

My brain is just a beehive that I shake every now and again to get the bees angry. Honestly, the bigger block I get into is self-doubt. I have no problem finding the words, it’s the courage to put them to paper I struggle with at times.

Is there a big source of inspiration for you? Books? Art? Games?

Yes all of the above. But in all seriousness, life experience is the best inspiration. There’s only so much research you can do. Truly for me, the canon characters are the source of inspiration. Then I take from things I’ve done, things I’ve read, places I’ve been in order to take an idea to a fully formed plot.

Is there an upcoming project you're particularly excited about?

Eddie Munson Big Bang. I know you’re gonna hear that a lot. I love creating really ambitious AUs and I think this one is really testing my abilities as a writer. It's a crossover fic, in a way, but with a lot of original plot folded in. I hope I do both fandoms/universes justice.

Is there anything we didn't ask that you'd like to add?

I’m from the Midwest, so thank you for listening to all of my long-winded answers. Haha.

#writer highlight #strangerthingsfanarthighlights #stranger things #x oc #x reader #jo-harrington #artist intro

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lokisprettygirl · 2 months ago

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Step Out Of Line (Bill Skarsgard! Eric Draven x Female Reader) (Alternate Universe) (18+)

Read chapter 1 here

Chapter 2

Summary : Eric struggles with his feelings as you come back to live at your mother's house.

Warning: 18+, smut, mention of drug addiction, grooming, mommy kink, age gap relationship, emotional cheating, marital abuse

“Since when do you call him daddy?” Your mother questioned, her voice sharp, glare in her eyes was unmistakable.

“Since I was born..what do you mean?” You feigned innocence as you looked at her and then Eric before you chuckled as you pretended to understand what she was insinuating.

“Oh no no no no.. I didn't mean him..I meant daddy, my dad, all my good memories of him from my childhood are there in that house you know..so I can come live with you mommy please?” you clarified even though it was only half truth.

Eric couldn't stop the smile from creeping in on his features, you and your mother were nothing alike, not a smidgen of your mother's personality was in there with you. Thankfully.

But you could be cunning if you wanted to be.

"Of course honey” she said hesitantly so you hugged her. Besides you didn't really need her permission, the house was on your dad's name and knowing him you had a feeling he was going to leave it for you now.

Later that night you were back into the house your mother had tried her hardest to keep you away from, what was her problem? Did she think you'd steal her husband?

You were lounging on the couch in the living room, watching a movie when Eric came out of your mother's bedroom and gave you a small smile.

“May I?” He asked you, asking if he could sit down so you nodded.

“Its your home..you don't have to ask for permission”

“Home” he mumbled under his breath as he chuckled. It never really felt like one since you left. “How are you feeling?” He asked you so you sighed.

“I don't know..I know he was sick and suffering and I had prepared myself for this but..i think..it hasn't sunk in yet fully” you answered honestly so he nodded.

He couldn't really relate, his father wanted to be in his life but considering how fucked up his relationship with his mother had gotten he distanced himself from his son too. And his mother, well she never really paid much attention to him when she wasn't high off her mind and frankly that wasn't a lot, so when they died he never felt as if he had lost those he truly loved.

“So ..how have you been?” You asked him so he turned his head to look at you, you noticed him fidgeting with his fingers, he did that whenever he wanted to say something but couldn't put it in words.

“I am..good” he answered.

“I see you got new additions” you said as you looked at the new tattoos on his hands and forearms, still trying your best to ignore the sight of your mother's name engraved on his skin forever.

“Things boredom can make you do” he chuckled so you smiled before it faded as you asked him the question that has been on your mind for the past few years.

“Why did you stop?” You asked him so he looked at you confused, he had an inkling what you meant but a part of him wanted you to confirm it.

“Stop what?’

“Skyping me? Writing to me” You asked him so he turned his head to look you in the eye.

He had to stop. Not just because Dolly found out and beat him up for it but for his own sake.

“I just thought I was .. you had a life there and i didn't want to be a nuisance” he lied to you so you smiled. Not wanting to put him in a difficult spot even if he was lying.

“You remember the first time you skyped and I was in my dorm room with my roommate?” You asked him so he nodded in response.

“She thought you were like my long distance boyfriend or something” he chuckled as you said that.

“How did she react when you told her?” He asked, god you had missed looking at his pretty face, that pretty smile that made you feel as if everything was fine in this world.

“I never corrected her”

He gulped as you said that. He didn't know what you meant by that. You allowed your friends to think he was your boyfriend?

Boyfriend? He had never been a boyfriend, not really. He became a husband when he didn't even understand what it meant to be one.

“I should uhh go back to bed, your mother hates it when she wakes up and I'm not there” he said to you so you hummed in response.

“Sure.. “ you said as he stood up and made way to the bedroom but then he stopped in his tracks and turned to look at you.

“Welcome back y/n. Welcome back home”

*******

A week later your birthday arrived and you weren't in the mood to celebrate at all because of your father's passing but you didn't want to stay at home and sulk either so you got dolled up in the sexiest black dress you owned and called the friends from high school you hadn't seen in a while.

“Where are you off to looking like this?” Your mother asked as you sat down on the couch to call a cab.

“Ahhh just going clubbing.. want to come?” You asked her even though the last thing you wanted was to take your mother with you.

“How are you commuting?” You heard Eric's voice so you turned your head to look at him as he stood at the bedroom's door, you could have sworn you had noticed his eyes glazing like a donut at the sight of you but maybe it was just wishful thinking.

“Cab?” You told him so he looked at Dolly. You had a fear of driving so he knew you wouldn't take the car.

“I'll drop you..it's late” he said as he turned around and stepped into the bedroom, your mother immediately followed after him. Curiosity got to you so you took off your heels and tiptoed your way to their bedroom, you wanted to hear what they were saying.

“She's a big girl..she can take care of herself, aren't you being too eager? Do i have to teach you a fucking lesson again?” You heard her faint voice from behind the door.

“She's young, you know how it gets here sometimes..aren't you worried about your daughter's safety?” He asked her, he was keeping his voice low but it was still audible when you had your ears pressed on the door.

You gasped as you heard the sound of someone getting hit suddenly.

“I raised her, you ungrateful swine..if you're not back in twenty minutes I'll make your night a living hell” his eyes teared up as he felt the sting, he would never get used to the way she treated him at times, especially when she felt so jealous and insecure.

You heard his footsteps approaching the door so you hurriedly went back to the couch, trying to act nonchalant as you put your heels on again.

“Hey..ready to go?” he asked you so you nodded, as Dolly stepped out, she gave you a fake smile.

“Happy birthday once again darling” she said to you so you smiled. Again? Your birthday was almost over and this was the first time she had wished you today.

On the way he was quiet, you didn't know what to say to him either. He had a black leather jacket on with blue jeans, the white t-shirt underneath showed off his chest a little. He smelled good, good enough to kiss and suck and-

“Call me when you are done” he said as he parked outside the club, making you snap out of your filthy thoughts.

“Do you want to come with me?” You asked him so he sighed and turned his head to look at you.

“I can't..”

“Finee” you stepped out of the vehicle as he said that. His eyes stayed on your hips as you sauntered away. The dress was too open, it was open from everywhere, he could see your back, your thighs, that cleavage.

“Fuckkk” he smashed his fist into the steering wheel in frustration before he turned the car around. He couldn't stop thinking about you dancing provocatively in there with some dude after you're drunk enough.

What if they try to pull something with you? No, your mother was right, you could take care of yourself, you had done so all these years. You didn't need him.

As he reached home he saw Dolly crying her eyes out on the couch, literally bawling loudly so he walked towards her.

“Do you not love me anymore babyboy? Are you bored?” she asked him as she sat up and grabbed his hands to pull him down on the couch. She always made that face and used that voice after hurting him and he always fell for it.

“I love you..you know that” he mumbled, though he wasn't sure if he even believed his own words.

“I do so much for you and this is how you repay me hmm?” She asked as she cupped his cheeks but her tenderness didn't last for long as she gripped his hair and pulled on it harshly.

“I just wanted to keep your daughter safe..that's it”

It wasn't a lie, he always wanted to keep you safe and protect you.

“Is that it? You're not lying to mommy are you?” She asked him so he shook his head, wincing as she pulled so hard he was afraid she'd rip his hair out of his skull..

“I'm not lying.. mommy” he said to pacify her anger and it worked.

“Mmm good boy..you're pretty, so pretty” she said as she cupped his cheeks and got on his lap to kiss him, her hands working on unbuckling his jeans.

“Can we move to the bedroom? What if she comes back?”

“Then she'll know how much her Mom and dad are in love..you're in love with me aren't you sweet boy?” She asked him as she slid herself down on his cock him so he nodded.

“Love you..yes”

Around 1 am he was in bed laying next to her, she was already asleep, snoring like a walrus. His phone vibrated at the nightstand so he got up and picked it up.

“Come pick me up Daddy..drunk out of my mind”

The term made him feel a certain way but he ignored it. Technically he was your daddy, step daddy.

He got dressed up quietly and sneaked out of the house without making a lot of noise.

As he reached he gave you a call but you didn't pick up so he sighed and stepped inside the club. It took him a minute but he did find you in the middle of the dance floor grinding against some guy. His jaw clenched as he approached you and grabbed your arm.

“That's enough -” he said so you giggled as you looked up at him, the heels compensated a little with the height difference but not much.

“Oh hi daddy” you whispered in his ear as you leaned into him. You had no idea what you were doing, you were too drunk and lacking your usual restraint around him.

Eric noticed the guy you were canoodling with staring at him so he glared back, he was muscular and tall, dudes like him used to bully him at the rehab but he wasn't eighteen anymore.

“Buzz off” he said to the man while he held onto you so you'd not trip and fall. As the guy scurried off he focused his attention back at you “Why did you have to get so wasted you can't even stand on your own feet? And where the fuck are your friends?” He asked you, anger dripping in his words so you giggled again and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Dance with me” you mumbled as you leaned your head on his chest, he gulped at the proximity, he was trying so hard to be a good person, to be a good and loyal husband, he didn't want to hurt your mother and he didn't want to fuck up his friendship with you either

You turned around, pressing your back against his chest. Grabbing his hands you placed them on the side of your hips as you began to grind against him, that's when he grabbed your arm and dragged you out of the club. You were tripping every other step so he picked you up tarzan style and put you down in the car.

On the way you kept trying to touch him and he swatted your hands away every damn time.

“Drunk you has no shame y/n” he said as he drove back to your mother's house. His knuckles gripping the steering wheel harshly, he couldn't even turn his head anymore because you had decided to take off your heels, lower the seat down all the way and had placed your legs on the dashboard which only made your dress ride up so high he could see your underwear.

Your underwear.

Once you both reached he picked you up again and sneaked into the house quietly, begging you to not make any noises as he walked the stairs towards your bedroom.

He put you down on the bed and turned around to leave before you'd do something inappropriate again but then he heard you sniffling and crying so he retraced his steps and sat down at the edge of the bed.

“What's wrong?” He asked you so you pressed your head up from the pillow to glare at him.

“Everything..my dad died.. and you left me all alone on my birthday” you said to him, making his eyes soften, the scowl on his face was gone too.

“You left me for five years y/n” he mumbled under his breath. He didn't mean to say it out loud.

“Are you like upset about it or something? I went to study” you argued with him even though his words had made your heart skip beats. Did he think you left him? That you abandoned him? Did he want you to stay here? Always?

“Look..I'm sorry..we should have made you feel special today..me and your mother, I'm sorry we failed”

You groaned as he began to speak in that annoying fatherly voice that you despised so much. Your mother had never really made you feel special, not even for your birthdays, your dad did, he was always the one who wished you right at 12 o clock. And from the past five years it has been him and Eric, you always received his message right at 12. Your dad wasn't here anymore but last night Eric had knocked on your door with a candle stuck in a muffin to wish you happy birthday.

“Can you hug me?” You mumbled softly as you sat up so he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer. You placed your head down on his shoulder as you sniffled.

“I miss him..” you cried as you felt his fingers running through your scalp. He always made you feel so vulnerable, so comfortable.

“I know..I'm sorry”

“I have missed you..these five years, i have missed you everyday” you said as you pulled away from him, your hair sticking to the tears on your face so he tucked them behind your ears.

“I have missed you too y/n..i really did”

He said softly as he smiled.

God he was the prettiest most perfect boy you had ever laid your eyes on, everyone that you dated and fucked in the past five years, not that there were many, but you tried to look for his prettiness in all of them, you could never find it though, he was one of his kind, he was not replaceable.

So pretty and so goddamn fuckable.

If he only knew the thoughts you had in your head about him, he'd be disgusted with you, he'd hate you forever.

After tucking you in Eric placed a bucket next to the bed and a bottle of water on the nightstand before he went back to Dolly's bedroom. Luckily she was still asleep so he undressed and stepped into the bathroom.

He placed his palms over the sink to steady himself, thoughts of you plaguing him, he replayed the moment of you grinding like that on him at the club, a part of him didn't want you to stop even though it was wrong, it was a sin to think of you like that.

But he had sinned before in your name.

He remembered that night clearly, it had been a year since you had left for college, he had been off drugs since he was rehabilitated so weed had become his occasional escape.

Dolly didn't know though, she was away on a girl's trip so he got high and entered your bedroom. He missed you so much, Dolly kept him occupied and he distracted himself with her to not think about you this much but when he was all alone and vulnerable you were all he could think of.

After sprinkling the perfume he found on your dresser he laid down on your bed, soaking in the familiar scent of you, he missed you with every inch of his life. He wanted to call you, hear from you but he was afraid he'd only make this worse. He had to grow out of these feelings, whatever they were, he couldn't afford to think of you like that.

As his phone rang he took it out, it was Dolly. His eyes teared up as he sighed, she was his wife, she loved him, she was the only person who had ever cared for him, he had to be loyal to her and love her in return. Yes she hurt him at times but as she said it was only because she loved him too much and it scared her that she'd lose him. She was everything he never had.

“Babyboy I miss you badly..what are you doing?” she said to him as he pressed the phone to his ear.

“Was going to sleep” he mumbled, making his voice sound groggy so she wouldn't think he was lying.

“Mmm so you're in bed?”

“Yess”

“Naked?”

“No.. you asked me to be good”

“Ohh yess but mommy is missing you baby..get naked for me” he sighed internally, he didn't want to move but he did what she had asked as he stripped down to nothing.

That's when he realised he was on your bed, all naked.

“Done”

“Good boy..now grab one of my panties..I'm going to make you feel so good” she whispered seductively so he sat up. He didn't want to walk all the way down so he just got up and opened your closet, he was so high and he was horny, your scent, your clothes everything only fueled his arousal so he opened one of the drawers and found one of your panties, it seemed old and used, probably why you didn't take it with you.

His hands had a mind of their own as he brought it up to his nose and took a whiff, it smelled like detergent, fresh and clean and flowery, perhaps that's how you smelled too.

“Done..” he said as he laid back down on the bed.

“Wrap it around your cock now babyboy and jerk it” he heard Dolly's instruction, he felt like a pervert, an absolute degenerate as he followed her command.

His wife was talking dirty with him and he was rubbing his cock with his stepdaughter's underwear.

“Ohhhhh” a moan escaped his throat as he began to fondle himself slowly, he put the phone on the speaker before he placed it over his head. His back arched, hips bucking into the fragile fabric.

“Touch yourself baby..let mommy hear”

“Mmmmm yesss” he murmured, voice breathless as the sensation grew steadily in the pit of his stomach. He knew he'd regret this in the morning when he's completely sober, and he did indeed but that night he didn't give a damn, for once he felt good, he didn't feel ashamed of his sexuality.

“I wish it was your sweet pussy instead but this is as close as I can ever get to you and I'll take it” he murmured as he thought about you, your beautiful face, those gorgeous lips, how you had filled into your curves in the last two years, he thought of it all.

“Ohhh baby you're so hot when you're desperate, don't worry just two more days” she answered him, he wasn't even talking to her or about her.

He had come so fast, soaking your underwear with his cum that night, after your mother hung up he used the same cum soaked underwear again and again until he couldn't do it anymore, until he was a mess of sweat and cum on your bed. Until he felt sated.

That was the last time he had given into his desires like that, it was wrong, so wrong. He felt like a monster.

You trusted him so much and if you knew the thoughts he had in his head about you, you'd be disgusted, you'd hate him forever.

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nebrasska-alasska · 2 months ago

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Dear extremely talented author,

first i would like to say that I ABSOLUTELY ADORE YOUR FICS. that one time you didnt upload for a week i felt like i was having withdrawals and you do not understand how overjoyed i was checking ao3 at 11pm in bed for the 3748386347th time that day OH MY DAYS

ok now my actual question, i want to try my hand at creative writing (cough fanfics cough) but i tried it a year ago and it didnt exactly turn out well.. (its now sitting as a pile of ashes) im really mesmerised by how well you write your narratives and not just how well you portray the character itself, also in like pacing and imagery etc. do you have any advice on how to improve my ability to write creatively? i feel like sometimes i go too overboard on descriptions which kinda messes up my pacing and honestly you are probably one of the authors whose writing style i genuinely envy (dont take this the wrong way i just REALLY love your writing style), so what can i do if i just wanna fix up those kind of things?

again, I LOVE YOUR WORK AND CONSUME IT RELIGIOUSLY ARBHDBDNEKDJFJ

THANK YOU!!! I'm so happy that they bring you so much joy!!! And apologies for causing withdrawals LMAO but okay! I'm going to start by saying that perhaps an overly descriptive way of writing is your style and what works for you! That might be what you have to lean into as you find your voice, and being unique is part of the fun of writing!

As for my advice, it is purely anecdotal... one of my two majors was English literature, not creative writing, so outside of a handful of classes on the topic I don't really have a formal education on this LMAO this is just how I do it!

I feel like for me, I try to blend the structure of each chapter as being an even mix between action, dialogue, and reflection, if that makes sense. Like, it is one of my main objectives to prevent one of these things from dominating. So if you feel like you're going overboard on descriptions, maybe try incorporating more of these things so that there is more of a balance? Although, it's impossible to tell without me seeing your writing, because truthfully, heavy description might be what works for you and should be what you embrace!

I feel like at the core of my chapters is usually the conversation two characters will have. You'll have the actual talking (dialogue), what the characters are doing during the conversation (action), and then there will be pauses where the pov character exhibit their reactions or internal thoughts on what is being said (reflection). There is other stuff in between, like pure action of stuff being done, or long-winded reflections, but I will lean into these depending on what the chapter calls for. And then you can spice it up with the occasional metaphor, description of the environment, or play around with various sentence structures to keep readers engaged and on their toes.

With that being said, if you have description down, that is oftentimes the hardest battle. In order to make a story feel more alive, I feel like I have to make an active effort to include descriptions of the setting and how it interplays with what is going on in the story... otherwise it's just characters running around a blank world. So good for you!!!

That was super long, so apologies. Thank you for the ask, and I'm so glad you enjoy my works so much!!! Messages like this always make me smile, so I really appreciate it!!! :D

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licncourt · 2 months ago

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Maybe a long ask but if you had to pick one highlight from each book from the vc, what would it be? The standouts moments from each book, or the ones that have stuck with you till now.

That's a really fun question!! Easier for some books than others for sure and tbh a lot of them will probably be whatever the Loustat Thing was in that particular book because nothing else good was going on, but I'll do my best! Picking the stupidest thing from each book after a certain point would take half the amount of thinking 💀

Interview with the Vampire: this one is going to be the hardest for sure because every single line makes me feel crazy and sweaty, but if I really had to pick just one I would have to say the prostitute scene. I think it’s Anne’s best character building for them both in IWTV and I find it just as layered and striking and impactful every time I read it. I have lots of thoughts about it here and here if anyone’s interested!

The Vampire Lestat: I'm going to cheat slightly on this one because I absolutely have to mention the Loustat reunion scene because it completely changed my brain chemistry at 15 years old and it's maybe my favorite romantic scene in any book ever, but in terms of just. Oh my God what a scene. I would have to choose Lestat's turning in the tower. It's such a visceral rape allegory without feeling forced or clunky. Something about the context of being turned into a vampire really taps in the almost body horror aspect of experiencing a sexual assault and the feeling of being fundamentally changed in an awful and permanent way. It’s so hard to read but in a good way.

Queen of the Damned: It's hard to pick a specific scene here (besides the obvious Loustat stuff at the end), but in general I think the Devil's Minion chapter is some of the best writing and relationship crafting that Anne ever did. In just one chapter she created something so enduring and fascinating with Daniel and Armand, enough to build essentially a whole fandom off of. She said so much with so little and it might be her last great masterpiece within VC.

Tale of the Body Thief: I had a hard time with this because there are some surprisingly great Lestat character building moments throughout this book, but the scene that always sticks out to me is the conversation between Louis and Lestat in the church close to the end of the book. It’s incredibly poignant and indicative of how much love there is between them just by showing the pain they can cause each other. It’s also a very humanizing moment for Lestat with where his character is going, he’s rendered so well here. It’s some of the most satisfying characterization for him in the 90s, it really shows his constant war between hardness and tenderness and old and new versions of himself.

Memnoch the Devil: Armand's suicide in this one always gets me because of how tragic it is in so many ways. In his mind, the events of the book confirm to him that his deepest held childhood beliefs AND the beliefs of the cult he'd finally freed himself from mentally and physically are true. All that healing is undone in moments and it's such a gut punch to watch him implode like that and see this pillar of a vampire crumble under his trauma. Knowing that it was originally meant to be a permanent death is even more chilling.

The Vampire Armand: Maybe because of his semi-death in Memnoch, I really enjoy the scene where Armand drinks from Lestat while most of the main vampires are gathered in the church. It’s not part of the main backstory that’s being told in the book, but I think it’s a striking moment after the events of the last one. This is just a personal favorite though.

Merrick: horrible, horrible book but omfg the scene where Lestat revives Louis after his suicide attempt holy shit....it makes me feel insane it's so good. I wish it was one million pages long.

Blackwood Farm: I honestly don't think I have one for BF ?? I don't remember a single thing about that book besides the ghost twincest

Blood and Gold: I do not give enough of a fuck about Marius to have a highlight from this book I’m sorry, I just can’t.

Blood Canticle: I've only read this book in full once and not with a lot of dedication, but there's this one part where Lestat just kind of shuts down, lays on the bed, and admits that modern life is too bright, too fast, and too loud and he's scared and lonely. In such an absurd fever dream of a book that really feels like rock bottom for Anne's writing, it's a throwback to TVL Lestat that feels so incredibly honest. It's such a small thing, but it's my biggest "oh....he's still in there after all" moment in very later canon. I would also have to mention just the opening monologue from Lestat too though because it's certainly memorable and certainly a highlight.

Prince Lestat: LOUSTAT MUTUAL I LOVE YOU SCENE was my immediate thought, but I would have to officially say the Louis chapter epilogue because it’s the only real closure and full circle moment we get with him as a character. I wish there could have been so much more and that it didn’t feel like an afterthought, but I’ve changed my stance over the past year or so and I guess I’m at peace with Louis lobotomy. Whatever it takes to make him happy I suppose + it was the only good outcome with Anne’s general vibe in regards to him. Even if it’s not truly satisfying without narrative buildup, it makes me very happy every time I read it.

Realms of Atlantis: Lestat officially asking Louis to marry him come to live with him at the chateau. I was 16 when this book came out and I remember where I was when I read this like old people with the moon landing. It almost makes up for aliens.

Blood Communion: This is kind of a Blackwood Farm book to me where most of it is just ??? even after reading it two or three times, but I think the ending is very sweet and kind of the best case scenario for all of this so I do have a certain fondness for it. I think most people would agree that at the very least it’s nice and enjoyable which is not always true of a VC book.

#answered #vc #interview with the vampire #the vampire chronicles

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tomorrowxtogether · 7 months ago

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BEOMGYU: “I realized just how much love I have for performing onstage”

TOMORROW X TOGETHER The Star Chapter: SANCTUARY comeback interview

2024.11.12

BEOMGYU says he spent the time he was out with an injury falling even deeper in love with the stage. Clearly, the idol draws on hardship to propel himself forward: Even as he talks about the hard times, a humble smile flashes across his face as he adds, “but it’s okay.” BEOMGYU—who knows that “sometimes you stumble, it’s fine”—knows what it takes to get back on his feet.

Season two of Workout ZZANG is really entertaining, just like season one. You seem really comfortable doing variety shows now. You’re really in your element! (laughs) But you’ve also said that you’re not usually so energetic. BEOMGYU: Workout ZZANG is a physically demanding show. I figured out during the first season that people find it funnier when I’m really struggling. You can just tell by looking at the view count—the episodes where I have the hardest time always got the most views. (laughs) I realized not to play it safe and that I need to put in as much effort as possible. And I think my genuine love of the show makes that possible. I mean, it’s got my name on it. I really love how you’re always quick to make your guests feel welcomed, too. BEOMGYU: Because I’m playing host to them on my own show. (laughs) I thought a lot about how to approach them without making it awkward. I couldn’t do a total deep dive on them, but I tried to be plenty familiar with them. I even watched other variety shows they’d been on to see what kind of things they like to do. HUENINGKAI made a surprise appearance, too. BEOMGYU: It was great to have someone I have perfect back-and-forth with on. He was great at coming up with these quips, probably from filming so much content, like TO DO X TXT. He was a lot of fun. Oh, and the aerobics episode was exhausting, and even though it was really hot and Huening gets hot easily, he was really active during it, which I was grateful for. I was laughing, watching that episode by myself when we were in the US and I showed it to him and said, “Hey, this one’s really funny.” (laughs)

You talked before about the pressure you feel to be good on variety shows. Do you find you’re able to enjoy it a bit more now? BEOMGYU: I was worried right from when we first debuted about what special thing I could do or role I could play to contribute to the group. Thanks to doing Workout ZZANG, I think I’ve established myself as the one who’s good at doing variety shows. I was really grateful they called me back to make a second season, and I could feel that I’ve grown a lot from it. My friends I hadn’t heard from in ages suddenly contacted me to say, “Hey, this is really funny,” and the rest of the group said the same thing and wished me the best with it. I felt really proud—like I was being acknowledged.

In contrast to your overflowing energy when you’re on variety shows, the very calmest side of you comes out when you do BEOMEDIO. BEOMGYU: Part of it’s about showing what I’m like at three in the morning, but the best part is getting to read what MOA sends in. Reading their stories let me visualize and indirectly experience things I haven’t experienced myself. I read them all through quickly and thoroughly before going live. There’s a whole lot of people who write really beautifully. (laughs) A lot of times I feel like I understand them so well that I get choked up reading them. And I’m always thankful for the ones that end with, “I love you, BEOMGYU.”

You said on BEOMEDIO, “When it comes to sharing happiness, the person doing the sharing doesn’t end up with less, and it fills the hearts of the people who receive it, too.” If you could share one thing that made you happy recently, what would it be? BEOMGYU: Honestly, this year’s been filled with a lot of good experiences. I’m making an effort to find happiness even in the smallest things now. There were minor things, like when we had our “Deja Vu” comeback, I felt great because the outfits were beautiful. I helped write the lyrics for two tracks on the latest album, and that made me extremely happy. (laughs) And I’ve been incredibly happy going to my favorite artists’ concerts and doing our own. I’d say there was more happiness than sadness this year.

Even though it’s been a year full of happiness, there was also a painful period for you because of an injury. I can guess how tough that was for you considering you were crying at the end of the concert. BEOMGYU: It was really hard for me mentally. That was right when I was deep into my work. We had this great schedule lined up, and as things started to fall apart, it felt like my mental state fell apart with it. And when we were at the Tokyo Dome, I thought, We’re at this place with this huge audience and I can’t even perform? It killed me. On the other hand, though, it also had a positive impact on me in a way. That was my first time watching the other members perform from offstage, and I could see how amazing and impressive they were. The place was packed, and hearing them cheer, I was like, I’m doing something really amazing—I’m working with some really amazing people. I found it really motivating.

Didn’t it also make you think about how you’re just as amazing when you’re up on that stage? (laughs) BEOMGYU: I thought, I can absolutely slay when I’m onstage, too! (laughs) I think the others were amazing and put on an absolutely flawless performance as just the four of them, but I have certain ways of expressing myself and there’s some breathtaking parts that only I can do, you know? I thought, I don’t even care if my foot gets more broken—I just wanna be onstage. I took performing onstage for granted, but as soon as I wasn’t able to, I realized just how much love I have for it. All the rest of them carried you around when you got hurt at the Tokyo Dome. BEOMGYU: It was really reassuring to me and I was so grateful to them, but in a way I also felt really sorry. When a concert’s coming towards the end, we’ve already used up so much energy that just standing by itself can be hard by that point. I realize how hard it was for them to carry me around under those circumstances.

You said “We’ll Never Change” is the TOMORROW X TOGETHER song that made you cry the most. The practice period for it overlapped with when you were injured. BEOMGYU: It was when we had already learned all the choreo for Japan and were about to start practicing for “We’ll Never Change.” I couldn’t learn any of it because of my injury and was just staying in my room. But I said, “I really want to go to Japan. I want to sing, even if I have to sit,” and I sat in for lessons for the live performance. I felt sort of insignificant sitting at the back just singing while all the other members were dancing, and I felt terrible. I shed a tear or two at the back, but I doubt they would know that. (laughs)

I remember you said you were disappointed that your injury kept you from making the people who came to your concerts into total MOA. It’s really admirable how passionate you’ve always been about converting people into fans. BEOMGYU: I’m in it for the long run. There’s still so much I want to accomplish. Celebrities like BTS, IU, or DAY6 feel like celebs’ celebs. I feel like you have to see them in concert at least once in your life, and I want to receive recognition from my fellow artists and be the kind of person that they want to see in concert, too. I take pride in the quality of our concerts. (laughs) I used to think accomplishments didn’t matter all that much. I thought, as long as MOA’s happy and I’m happy, that’s enough, and that it’s better just to be nice and happy, but lately I feel driven to do even better anyway. (laughs) You showed off your guitar skills at this year’s Weverse Con Festival, which you practiced for until you got blisters on your fingers. Did that come from the same drive? BEOMGYU: It was no easy task. (laughs) I kept up my lessons online when we were in the US and even gave up my vacation to keep learning and practice. I love playing guitar, but it isn’t my specialty. Lots of people are pros at it so I was worried about the thought of me going up onstage and playing it, but I decided to just go for it. It’s difficult to master anything, and practice was the only way for me to make it happen. MOA loved it in the end, so I was proud. (laugh)

You’ve been going to see a lot of other artists perform lately. How does it feel being in the audience after being the one onstage? BEOMGYU: Watching things purely from a fan perspective showed me how joyful the concertgoing experience can be. One time I went to IU’s concert, and sitting in the audience at that huge venue and watching her, I felt how amazing a thing it is to be a fan of somebody and show them your love. I became determined to give MOA not just 100% but 150 or 200% at our concerts. (laughs)

The last track on your new album, The Star Chapter: SANCTUARY, is called “Higher Than Heaven,” and it feels like it perfectly captures TOMORROW X TOGETHER and MOA’s connection, especially the part where you go, “I’ll hold onto eternity, our names / Let’s dream of an endless tomorrow together.” BEOMGYU: I thought those lyrics were absolutely wonderful. “Let’s dream of tomorrow together” sounds so romantic. Since we’re in our sixth year now, I think it’s time we focus on the future more than the past. What I want now is to keep looking toward the future with the other members and with MOA—to see them there tomorrow.

The part where you go, “What you doin’ to me?” in ‘Danger’ is a real standout. It felt like you were using a voice we haven’t heard from you before. BEOMGYU: I practically insisted that the producer give that part to me. (laughs) I said, “I promise I’ll kill this part,” and that clinched it for me. When I was recording it, I had to get the pronunciation and nuance to work together, and do it all in a really deep voice, so it was kind of hard. I couldn’t get the tone right when I looked alert and ready, so I tried making a pose like someone who’s about to start a fight—stuffing my hands in my pockets, tilting my head slightly—and sang it that way. And then I was able to really bring out the right feeling. (laughs) You’ve said before that sometimes a song doesn’t feel quite right until you’ve heard the group singing it, and then it sounds better. Are there any songs on this album that were like that? BEOMGYU: “Forty One Winks.” It’s actually my top pick—I loved it right from the start, in fact. (laughs) I always connect more with the songs after I hear them with the group’s vocals. The demo versions are good, but it really feels like a TOMORROW X TOGETHER song when you hear it with our vocals. You mentioned you were happy to write lyrics for two of the new songs. What was that process like? BEOMGYU: It wasn’t anything special. (laughs) I find it’s best to write lyrics as the thoughts naturally come to you and not overthink it. I worked on “Resist (Not Gonna Run Away)” while we were touring. I was writing like crazy on a three-hour trip to a ryokan in Japan and I think the lyrics came out well.

You said before that you tend to have an ear for what people generally like. How did you feel when you first heard the single “Over The Moon”? BEOMGYU: At first I thought it was good but not lead-single good, but I fell in love with it once I heard it with the group’s vocals. It’s got a feeling that can’t be described in just one word. It’s not just, This one’s upbeat! Or, What a tough image! It’s got a little bit of this and that and everything in it. It feels like “one of our songs” or “TOMORROW X TOGETHER-ish.” (laughs)

You truly have a deep affection for the group. During YEONJUN’s first solo promotions, all the other members sent him a coffee truck and repeatedly visited in person to support him. BEOMGYU: It was the first solo work for any TOMORROW X TOGETHER member, and I knew how hard he worked on it. While the rest of us took it easy, YEONJUN had to be getting ready for it. I really empathize with how much pressure he must’ve felt. As a member of the group, I thought about what I could do and decided all I could do was go support him in person, buy him a little something, and go cheer him on. You truly have a deep affection for the group. During YEONJUN’s first solo promotions, all the other members sent him a coffee truck and repeatedly visited in person to support him. BEOMGYU: It was the first solo work for any TOMORROW X TOGETHER member, and I knew how hard he worked on it. While the rest of us took it easy, YEONJUN had to be getting ready for it. I really empathize with how much pressure he must’ve felt. As a member of the group, I thought about what I could do and decided all I could do was go support him in person, buy him a little something, and go cheer him on.

You recently wished on a sky lantern in Taiwan for the people you know to be happy, not for yourself. BEOMGYU: I really just hope that everyone I love and everyone who loves me is healthy and happy. I think it’s always like that. I’m more concerned with others being happy because of me than I am for my own happiness. You can sacrifice or give up things and still feel like, Okay, as long as you’re happy, I’m fine. It doesn’t mean I’m not happy. (laughs) I can take care of my own happiness, honestly. That’s why I wrote that. You have to be happy yourself in order to share that happiness with others.

If you were going to write down a wish not for the people close to you but just for yourself, what would it be? BEOMGYU: There isn’t really anything I wish for. I’m content with who I am right now. (laughs)

#tomorrow x together #txt #241112 #weverse maagazine #beomgyu #choi beomgyu #weverse #the star chapter #sanctuary

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mysilaan · 1 year ago

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Hi!! Could I request some headcanons for Thomas (MCL NG), when he starts falling in love with Candy/Ysaline? 💕 Thank you

I had a hard time imagining it ‘cause… I DON’T KNOW ??? So I just decided to write some kind of ‘chapter 2’ of my last Thomas headcanon ⭐

(note : if you want to read the part.1, there's a "mcl ng headcanons" category on my blog to find it more easily)

THOMAS MCL NG HEADCANON PART.2 🍒

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As promised, after a long day at work, Thomas was waiting for you in order to give you a ride on his motorbike. You had to admit that you spent most of the day thinking about this long-awaited evening. You joined your colleague at the exit and greeted him with your best smile. “I hope I didn’t make you wait too long.” you asked. “It’s okay.” You were now used to Thomas' way of ‘making conversation’; you remembered how impolite you found him when you first joined Devenmentiel, but you eventually ended up understanding that it was not in his intention to be rude: it was just the way Thomas was. When you finally reached his motorcycle, he opened the trunk and handed you a black helmet as he put his on. You thanked him and put it on your head properly… or you thought so… Thomas’ hands approached your face without any warning. You stepped back a little, startled at first, but accepted it when you realized he just wanted to tighten the straps correctly. “Oh… Thank you.” The moment was a bit awkward as Thomas scrutinized your face to see if your helmet was on properly without saying anything. “We’re good.” he finally said. He hopped on his bike and gestured for you to do the same. You slid behind him and put your hands around his waist, which made him tense up a little. “Sorry! Do you want me to put my hands somewhere else?” “No, it’s fine… Which restaurant did you choose to go to?” “Oh, right !” You almost forgot to give him the address. Once you did, you both were ready to ride through the city. Feeling the motorcycle growl beneath you was absolutely thrilling, and as you finally started moving, the adrenaline filled your head. Thomas wasn’t riding too fast, considering he had a passenger, but he was still going at a thrilling speed to your delight. It wasn’t the first time you were riding a motorbike with someone, but the sensation was always the same: it was liberating and immensely soothing. You were even slightly disappointed when you parked up in front of the restaurant. As the two of you took off your helmets, Thomas was about to ask you what you thought about the ride, but seeing your ear-to-ear smile was answer enough. He smiled to himself, satisfied that you liked it, which you decided to express verbally anyway. “It was insane! I absolutely loved the sensation! I’m tempted to get my license and buy one myself now…” “Why don’t you?” he asked honestly as you were heading in the restaurant. “Uhh... Lack of time? Or will… I don’t really know. It's something I always wanted to do but never had the courage to. Watching other people is cool, but once I'm in control, I find it pretty terrifying... Same for cars, that’s why I still take the bus,” you laughed.

The conversation paused as a waiter led you to your table and gave you the menu, but Thomas continued it anyway. “I understand it seems scary, but at the beginning, you have instructors all around you. Once you understand how it works, it's easy to trust yourself.” “Yeah, I know… But the hardest part with these things is taking the first step.” Thomas simply nodded, his eyes were fixed on an invisible point, he was deeply thinking about something but his attention quickly went back to you. During the dinner, you had the chance to talk about things other than work with Thomas. It was mainly about motorcycles at first, but the subject ended up drifting away, and you found more interests in common to talk about. You listened to him talk about his passion for hacking things, with that rare spark in his eyes that always appeared when he talked about something he liked. In return, he listened to you talk about your hobbies with genuine interest. It felt nice having someone listen to you without being judgmental. You left the restaurant, knowing a little more about each other and wanting to know even more. It was a strange feeling, as if your mind were connected at that moment and that, without talking, you were telling the other that this won't be the last time you’d go out together. Something even scraped the back of your mind. Could you consider this a date? But you chased away the thought, blushing a little, hoping that the red-haired man beside you didn’t notice. When you approached the motorcycle again, Thomas didn’t get on immediately. “Hey, would you like to try riding it?” You thought you didn’t hear well. “What?” “You said you were hesitant to get one yourself. If you’d like to try and see how it feels, you can. I’ll still help with the controls, of course; I wouldn’t want you to wreck my bike.” Was it okay for you to accept? But before you could weigh the pros and cons, you nodded and approached the bike. “Your helmet.” Thomas reminded you before doing anything. You put it on, the right way this time, and hoped on the bike once again, but on the pilot seat this time. It felt so weird… Thomas sat behind you, leaning on you a bit to show you the commands. “Here you have the brake lever, and you press here to start the bike: it’s the starter pedal.” You listened intently to his instructions and looked up at the nearly empty parking lot in front of you. All you had to do was to go straight ahead, with Thomas’ help on top of that, but you were so scared to mess it up. “Keep your hands firmly on the handlebars, and like when you learn to ride a bicycle, watch straight ahead.”

His voice was calm as always, yet firm. He was really involved in his improvised role as motorcycle instructor. He continued to explain to you many other things, and you suddenly became aware of how close your bodies were, he was almost leaning over you, but wasn’t even noticing. “Are you listening?” “Yes! Yes… sorry, I am… I’m just a little nervous.” “There’s no need, I’ll make the most of it, just try to hold the handlebar well.” “Alright.” You firmly grabbed the handlebars as if your life depended on it (which it did, in a way), and it felt like you were back in your younger days, learning to balance on a bicycle, except this one had a motor. You startled a little when Thomas’ hands wrapped yours, for safety reasons… “Let’s go.” he finally said, making the vehicle move forward. You weren’t going fast at all, but it was already quite hard to maintain the handlebar still and go straight ahead without damaging anything; thankfully, Thomas’ strong grip over yours helped to avoid any unnecessary accident. When he braked the motorcycle after a few meters, you let out a relieved sigh. “Wow… It’s definitely harder than it seems. It was great though!” You couldn’t see Thomas’ face behind you, but you could swear you felt him chuckle a little against your back. “I can’t say you did well but I hoped it gave you the will to learn now.” “Thank God I know you… If it had been me before, I would never set foot on a motorcycle again!” you joked. “Sorry.” Thomas was sorry? Now that was unusual. “I was just joking, don’t worry!” He didn’t answer, but knowing him, he probably just nodded. You got off the bike to give Thomas his place back, and took yours behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist one more time. The ride back to your house was as thrilling as the one to the restaurant, but the mood had changed a bit. The air around you was chilly, yet you couldn’t help but feel warm against Thomas. Despite the city being filled with motor and honking noises, you were in your own bubble, shared with the man in front of you, shutting out any noise coming from outside. It felt like you were on a different planet. Letting him go of your embrace made you cold all of sudden, a shiver ran down your spine, but you had to accept that it was the end of your little trip. You handed back his helmet to Thomas, and offered him a sincere, gratifying smile. “Thank you for tonight… You didn’t have to do all that, but I’m thankful you did.” When you said that, something changed in Thomas' attitude but you couldn’t say exactly what. “You’re welcome. It was… nice?” You chuckled softly, knowing it was the best he could express his feelings. “Yeah, it was nice.” you repeated “Get home safe, thank you again. I’ll see you tomorrow!” You waved him off and headed home.As you searched for the right key to unlock your door, Thomas waited silently without moving. He was thinking that he’d like having other moments like this with you. He liked your presence and talking about anything with you. It really felt nice, but he couldn’t say why. When you finally opened your door and waved one last time at him, he watched you close your door, thinking that he was really looking forward to seeing you tomorrow.

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penvisions · 1 month ago

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Fic Writer Tag Game

-> thank you so much @quicksilvermad for the tag, needed something to keep me occupied for the rest of my appt

Your favourite fic to write: that would have to be {return the favor} and maybe, juuuuust maaaaybe it's bc it was my first foray into the fanfiction scene after so long and it was fun to rewrite the first season of tlou

A fic you thought readers would like: {gone to the dogs} kinda flopped, i try not to let it get to me too much but will honestly probably scrap the sequel series that i teased for it. maybe my qz joel wasn't mean enough or i turned people off from the story with the plot twist

The fic they actually loved: {by the grit of sandpaper} really took off, which surprised me to be quite honest. but it was a lovely time working on the chapters and the interaction with each and every one + the pre-last chapter celebration

The fic you love the concept but hate writing: that would be my much talked about but seldom worked on frankie morales x reader x santiago garcia fic. i am in love with the dynamic but am so in my head about making it amazing and capturing the emotions / sincerity that i want with it

The hardest fic you've written: that would def have to be {garnish} bc i was going through a really tough time while writing it and used it to work through a lot of personal things, the same with by the grit- some of the scenes and emotions were really heavy for me bc they came from such a big part of me and my own life experiences

A fic you want to write but never do: {it's chemistry, baby} is my dirty little secret- a dbf! joel miller piece that only has a few pages of hectic, dizzying notes 🫣

np taglist: @toomanystoriessolittletime @burntheedges @pedroscurls @mirrormauve @sawymredfox @punkshort @5oh5

#dev talks #writing stuff #ppcu fanfiction #ppcu fandom

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bloomingdarkgarden · 8 months ago

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answering this in a separate post so I could keep your email to myself. But wow. I'm totally floored by this one @lunaatthezoo These are very affecting words and I can't say what it means to hear them. There is a level of vulnerability in wbitd that I can't entirely name, but my readers seem to feel it. This story has been born from the softest and truest place within me and it is terrifying to share that part of one's self with the world/ open internet. Particularly in a notoriously unkind community. I am very moved that anyone is affected by my prose. I'm laying myself bare with this thing. My readers can feel that, seemingly, and it is you all are making a garden of whatever is within me. The real MVPS are those of you supporting this while its still in progress, honestly. You are the ones I will remember long after its done, who took the time to send things like this, who inspired the journey to be flushed to completion, who encouraged the words to be pried free when I was scared to share them, who believed this story was worth telling. Who read it and didn't just close the browser, but reached out. On the hardest days, you all keep a pen in my hand. So thank you for being here, and making the effort to share the details of why it struck home for you. I may be the one writing, but without you all, I would have no ink. 1. I would die to hear those songs. 2. The drunken archeron dinner scene is arguably my favorite in the story, thank god someone enjoyed it lol. 3. I absolutely will take you as my editor, first pick. I've been planning to get to that a wee bit closer to the finish line. Who writes a full-length fanfic novel with no betas? ehoney. Every spare hour I have is spent writing the damn thing, and I'm still sort of randomly adding bits to earlier chapters here and there. But soon, I'd love to enlist your services. 4. Pregnant and boring had me loling- you are creating life, which is the least boring thing ever. All my love.

#ehoney answers #this made me feel things #and just like that... im writing all afternoon

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campoverlook-if · 6 months ago

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Weekly Progress Update #12// 12/2/24

Taking two weeks to update again is crazyyyyyy-

Hey everyone, nice to see yall well for this fine update. Even though I was radio silent for two weeks, I hadn't stopped writing in that time. While it is a bit slow going, that could just be that the end of the year is when I get th laziest honestly.

The hardest part of writing for me is figuring out what the actual choices should be. For some scenes, it’s really obvious, but with others, I’m completely stumped on what else someone could say in that situation. It makes the process a bit challenging, but I’m sure I’ll get used to it eventually. I think the first episode was easier because it was the introduction, so I didn’t have to overthink it. Maybe finding a beta reader to bounce ideas off of (besides my mom) would make this part smoother. Luckily, I have some good friends, so hopefully, I’ll start having an easier time with this soon.

In my last update, I mentioned that I’ve started working on the actual introduction of the campers. Now that I’ve had a little more time to develop them, I’m starting to get a better sense of their characterizations. However, I’ve noticed that some of their personalities are coming across as a bit too mature for their age. I know it's a thing that teens think they're really mature, but that's different from them actually being mature, and I don't really want them to be. It would be fine for like, two or three of them, but a whole grade? Not happening bro.

That was a ramble 🤣 but basically I'm going to rework the personalites of some of the kids. I'm begun to realize that it's okay that some of them might be very similair to one another, there's 36 of them, someone is getting the 'yeah, just change it a little so it won't be obvious' treatment.

I’ve been working on outlining some of the big mysteries in the story, and I honestly can’t wait to share more because it’s just so exciting! But, it's also been very freeing since I've been changing plot points here and there to make it all feel so much smoother. Like I've cut, created, brought back, and let hang in the wind so many characters, it's crazy.

As for when the chapter itself will be published, I’m not entirely sure. I’m aiming for a February release, but I don’t want to make promises like last time. Let’s just hope it’s at least ready sometime in 2025, hehe.

That's all I wanted to talk about, see you all next week!

#camp overlook #update #interactive fiction

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mylovelies-docx · 2 years ago

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Sorry, I Love You - Part 9

Oh wow, a new chapter? Who'd have thunk it.

My posting schedule is all off and I honestly don't know if I can get it back under control. I have no idea when I'll get time to sit down and write and when inspiration will strike, so I can't assure weekly updates. But I'll try my hardest to get this story out! I have future chapters written, it's just that I have no way of connecting them right now :/ Oops.

Plot: You and Bucky have a good thing going - best of friends that also have more than a little chemistry between the sheets. Everything is fine until you develop feelings for the man who doesn't want a relationship. What will happen when Bucky finds out?

C/W: Ah shit, here we go again. Angst, arguments, jealousy

Word Count: 2,250

Tag List: NOW CLOSED! If you'd like to keep up with this story, please follow my blog and turn on notifications! ❤️ you :)

[Prologue][Part 1][Part 2][Part 3][Part 4][Part 5][Part 6][Part 7][Part 8]

Some moments are easier than others. Sometimes you feel like you’re not pining like a love-sick teenager enough to think that you can actually do this – you can actually be friends with the man you love.

But then there are moments like tonight.

A few weeks have passed since community get-together, and you and Bucky are the new kids in town. Everyone drops by to say hello, leave you with enough food to last the winter, and invite you both back to their homes for dinner. It’s all very sweet, and you would appreciate the hospitality in any other situation.

But the amount of mothers trying to marry their daughters off to Bucky is insane.

Several have not-so-subtley seated Bucky next to daughters of marriageable age, while everyone else is silently discouraged from interrupting their conversations. It skeezes you out when the girls are barely out of their teens, but most of the girls are around your age or older. Morality-wise, that’s a whole lot more appropriate. Internal monologue-wise, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh doesn’t even begin to cover it. What you feel whenever he laughs at something they say, or looks at them with his intense blue eyes – it hurts. That’s how he used to look at you, once upon a time. Like his life wouldn’t be the same without you in it, like you’re one of the most important people in his world.

To be fair to Bucky, you probably read waaaay more into it than he ever meant. And you only ever really saw that look come out when you were straddling his waist and grinding hard on his cock, skin mottled with his teeth marks and wearing his metal hand as a necklace.

Stop, stop, stop, stop!

Anyway,

You’re usually placed next to older, widowed relatives, as most of the young men in the town have already settled down and popped out a few kids with their spouses except for Petre. Tessa foists the two of you together at every possible opportunity, hoping you’ll hit it off and decide to get married in the near future.

Petre is nice, smart, cute, but not really your type. You’re convinced that you’ve only ever had one type and he’s off-limits. But Petre’s company is much more enjoyable than the sad, lonely older men they try to pair you with – it never feels great to be compared to someone’s long lost love – so you don’t mind having someone around your age to talk during these things.

Speaking of.

“It’s a nice night, yeah?” Petre comments. The night is warmer than expected, but you and Petre are still bundled up in your coats as you stroll through the dead copse of trees near the latest dinner party. The sun had set only minutes ago and the stars are making their presence known. There’s next to no light pollution in this area, so you always take the time to admire the night sky when you have the chance.

You often take walks with Bucky up and down your street as a way to decompress after your shifts at the HYDRA facility. After the first week or so of being everyone’s errand-runner, they’ve slowly built up your workload to include calculations and deductions based on redacted data – it’s not as much information as you’d like, but it’s enough to build a foundational understanding of what the experiment was about.

You hum in agreement and continue walking. It’s about time to turn around and head back, but you can’t bring yourself to return only to watch Bucky flirt with the pretty girls that were also invited.

“Is something the matter?” Petre asks you.

You startle out of your petty, jealous thoughts. “Hm? Oh, no. Nothing’s wrong,” you reply with a smile.

“It’s just that you seem very distracted tonight,” he responds.

With your hands in your pocket, the only thing you can do is shrug your shoulders. “Just tired, is all. It’s been a long week at the office.”

“Ah, I know the feeling,” Petre commiserates.

All of the sudden, a wailing, piercing shriek ricochets between the tree trunks and reverberates in your ears. Tensing with adrenaline, you take two steps forward, ready to intervene in whatever events are unfolding in the darkness.

Before you get much further, Petre reaches out and takes hold of your elbow. Turning you around, he starts leading the way back. You try to tug your arm from his grip, but he holds firm.

“The cry of a vixen who is looking to mate. They’re rather vicious creatures this time of year, foxes. We don’t want to get in her way,” Petre deters.

“But…” you begin, looking back over your shoulders and watching for unexpected movement among the swaying branches. “It sounds so real.”

“Terrifying, really. I was just as concerned when they began, as well.” Petre gives you a tight smile and relaxes his grip slightly when you stop trying to pull away.

“What do you mean?” you question.

“What?” Petre’s eyes flash around quickly, looking through the woods that surround you.

“‘When they began’. What do you mean by that?”

“Ah,” Petre replies. “When mating season began.”

There’s no more discussion on the eerily accurate sound of a woman in distress. You can only trust that Petre would know the local fauna and their habits better than you, since you’ve never spent an extended period of time in areas such as this.

***

The neighbor’s house finally comes into view. A lone figure stands silhouetted against the porch as they lean against the railings, their arms braced against the banister and posture rigid. When you get closer, you realize that the figure is Bucky.

You can’t see his face, but you can feel his eyes on you. And apparently Petre can as well.

“He doesn’t like me?” Petre asks.

“Why do you say that?” The question puzzles you because Bucky has no reason to dislike Petre. He’s been incredibly helpful so far, allowing you to ask as many questions as you want about himself and others and he doesn’t seem bothered by it at all. In fact, you feel as if you and Petre have become friends.

“It just seems like he’s never happy to see me.”

“Oh, don’t worry about that – James just has RBF,” you reply nonchalantly.

“RBF?” Petre replies.

You laugh as you and Petre climb the stairs, only now realizing that he still has a hand on your arm. You’d forgotten all about it, but you miss the slight warmth that permeated through your jacket when he removes his touch. You turn to look at him, but Petre is looking away, his hands now deep in his pockets. Turning your focus onto Bucky, you see him watching Petre, his eyes squinted.

A large smile returns to your face as you reach up and grab Bucky’s chin, squishing his cheeks and making his lips pucker from the pressure. “This –” you say triumphantly, “is an RBF.”

Bucky glares down at you and swats your hand away. You cackle at the perfect example of Resting Bitch Face™ in front of you, throwing your head back in joy. When you right your posture again, you can see a small smile on Bucky’s face as he laughs along with you.

“Whatever,” he murmurs. He shakes his head in exasperation before circling his arm around your shoulders. Bucky begins dragging you back down the steps you had just ascended and you grunt in protest. “It’s time to go,” he says simply.

“Ugh, you’re so rude,” you say to him. Craning your neck as much as possible, you look back towards Petre who remains on the porch. “I’ll see you later!” you call backwards with a wave. Petre raises a hand in return, face hidden in shadow as Bucky’s had been.

Focusing back on the road in front of you, you can practically feel what little mirth Bucky had drains away. Looking up, you notice that his jaw is clenched and a hard look has entered his eye.

“What’s wrong?” Now you’re worried that something happened to Bucky while you were gone that has put him in a bad mood. Did someone say something to him? Did one of the women reject his advances? You can’t see who in their right mind would turn him down, but not everyone feels the same way about him as you do. But if it’s the latter, the guilt you feel only slightly outweighs the relief.

“You don’t think you’re spendin’ too much time with him?” Bucky says between clenched teeth.

A frown appears between your eyebrows as you continue to look up at him. “No?” you respond. “He doesn’t seem to mind.”

“Ofcoursehedoesn’t,” Bucky mutters under his breath, but you can still hear him.

You slide out from under Bucky’s hold, his agitation sparking flames of your own. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You don’t think you’re leadin’ him on a bit, Y/N?” Bucky asks you.

You scoff. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“You’re always hangin’ around him!” Bucky quips back. “You’re flirting with him and walking out of parties together. All these people, Petre included, are going to think you’re pitching for an engagement.”

The hurt and pitiful feelings from earlier tonight come flooding back. Only this time, instead of feeling them for what they are, you combine them with the anger his comment brings. How dare he accuse you of leading Petre on? As if he isn’t doing the same thing to all those girls?!

“And what about you?!” you yell, the last word ripping its way between your lips and setting your tongue ablaze. “You don’t think you’re stringing all these girls along behind you? You don’t have any intention of getting into a relationship with any of them, either, do you?”

As the words escape, you remember how Bucky sat you down and asked for a friends-with-benefits situation. Said he wasn’t ready for a real relationship, but tired of one night stands. How the two of you could help each other out since you weren’t seeing anyone either. The old resentment towards yourself and how you let yourself fall for someone wholly unavailable whiplashes back into your mind after months of repressing it.

If he could ask that of you, does that mean he’s asked someone else? You usually arrive home later than him, but on some occasions that you are released early, he’s not there. Instead of asking where he’s been, you had just let it slide since it could have been construed as possessiveness. Like your feelings – that Bucky believes to be long gone – entitle you to his life. You hadn’t wanted to risk anything at the time, but now your mind can’t help running wild at the possibilities.

“It’s not like I’m screwing his brains out every time we’re gone!” You shout at Bucky. You had been walking down the road away from the house party which was on a street with few homes, so there’s nobody around to hear your fight. “We’re not in the bathrooms having quickies, he’s not fucking me against a wall, or bending me over his motorcycle! He hasn’t proposed we fuck around with each other until someone better comes along!”

Your chest heaves with the effort of expelling these vicious words from deep within your heart, and you can feel a burning beginning to creep behind your eyes. You hate getting angry – hate that any strong emotion makes your eyes well with tears and makes you look weak. And in this situation, you are weak – weak against Bucky, weak against yourself, weak against the knowledge that the one man you’ve ever loved never felt the same way and never will. Your inability to keep yourself from falling for someone you knew you could never have? Your jealousy that he is probably sleeping with one or more of the women in town? That makes you weak.

And you can’t stand to be weak in front of Bucky again.

“Newsflash, Buck: I know how it feels to be lead on by you and it fucking sucks!” You lower your voice slightly and take another step away from him. “I know that wasn’t your intention, and I didn’t feel that way at first, but that’s how I feel now.”

“You were my best friend, Y/N – I didn’t want to lose that!” Bucky exclaims. “And I genuinely thought we were on the same page!” He takes a deep breath and clasps his hands over his eyes before saying, “And seeing you run off with Petre all the time just reminds me of us – how we’d always sneak away to get some time alone. It’s just –” He drops his hands and sighs heavily, looking up at the star-studded sky and then back down to you. “I’m jealous.”

“You’re jealous?” You ask incredulously. “Why?”

“Because –” You can tell that he’s struggling to get this out, and if he hadn’t started this argument and accused you of wronging Petre, you might have been more receptive to what he’s saying. More understanding. But right now, your anger swallows all empathy and hope that his words would usually supply. “Because that could have been us,” he breathes. Bucky takes a tentative step in your direction, but freezes solid at the icy glare you send his way.

“No,” you say flatly, “No, it couldn’t have. You made that abundantly clear when I asked.”

You turn your back on him and start running, ignoring the sound of your name as you leave Bucky behind.

Part 10

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