#decided to do a bonus fic for day six

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Super Sons Week 2023

Day Six: Friendship (Friends to Lovers)

Title: Purely Platonic

Rated: G

#decided to do a bonus fic for day six #rated G #ao3 fic #damian wayne #jon kent #jondami #damijon #dc comics #super sons week 2023 #Day Six: Friendship

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Bring Your Daughter(s) To Work Day

Law x Fem Reader (kinda)

When the babysitter cancels last minute, Law is forced to bring his daughters to work with him, and deal with the emotions they unknowingly make him feel.

A/N: SURPRISE- BONUS CHAPTER FOR IMLY!!! this came to me suddenly and i hammered it out. this can be read as a standalone, but i wrote it with the intention of it being directly connected to the universe of my long form fic "I'm Losing You"

Warnings: nothing but pure fluff here, folks. established relationship, third person POV, reader is only present in the beginning and end of the story, some suggestive language sprinkled throughout but nothing explicit

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Law watched with dejected eyes as his wife dropped her head into her hands, a harsh groan leaving her lips.  Under her breath, quiet enough so her kids couldn’t hear her profanity, she uttered, “Fuck.”

“Let me guess,” Law mumbled.  “She canceled?”

“This is the last time we use this babysitter,” she growled, turning off her phone and flipping it upside down so the screen faced the table, ignoring whatever incoming messages might appear.  “It’s going to be too late to find any sitters now, and their school doesn’t start for another week.  It’s not like we can just drop them off somewhere or leave them here alone.”  She picked up her gaze, her eyebrows furrowed in deep concern.  “Law… I can’t miss this interview.”

“I know, baby,” he whispered back, reaching his hand across the kitchen table to stroke her clenched fist.  “You’re not going to.”

“Do you have a plan, then?”

Law bit the inside of his cheek as he searched his mind for any feasible solution.  One of the biggest interviews of his wife’s career was on the following day, ever since she cordially parted with her last job after having their twins.  She spent the first year of their life physically recovering from the birth, as well as having her tubes tied to prevent any more reproductive issues, the couple happily deciding that they were fine with two children.  The following toddler years were spent at home with Cora and Rose, his wife being assisted by Uncle Shachi, Uncle Penguin, and Auntie Ikkaku whenever they were free.  On days where Law was out of work, he made sure his wife was completely hands-off, taking his daughters out so his wife could spend some much needed time alone or out with her own friends.  The two had a comfortable balance, allowing for ample time spent with each other, their daughters, as well as valuing their personal lives.  Law’s cardiothoracic surgeon salary was more than enough to afford comfortable living in their small house filled with two six-year-old girls and a dog, but he could tell his wife was desperate to get back to a working schedule again.  There was never an issue with having more income, after all, and the doctor knew his wife was never one for the stay-at-home lifestyle for the long-term.

“I’ll bring them with me,” he stated suddenly.  His face remained completely neutral.

“What?” she yelped, standing from her chair.  “Law, you can’t.  You’re a doctor.”

“I don’t have any operations tomorrow, and I’m only working 12 hours.  I’ll bring them with me when I leave at 9, and you can pick them up after your interview,” he explained.  “I have plenty of staff, and there’s a children’s room in the cardiac ward.  They’ll have things to do and people to talk to.”

His wife frantically searched her husband’s face for any sign of indifference or reluctance to his own claim.  Finding none, she slowly sank back into her chair.  “Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“You’re absolutely positive?”

“I am.”

“And you promise to not traumatize them?”

Law pursed his lips.  The week prior, he found his girls in the backyard poking a dead, gutted rabbit with a stick.  He didn’t think he had much to worry about.  “I promise.”

Finally letting her shoulders relax, his wife slumped over and rested her forearms on the kitchen table, plopping her head against them and shielding her face from the world.  A small chuckle exited Law’s lips as he stood and rounded the furniture, coming to rest behind his wife and placing his deft hands on her shoulders, massaging the knots out of her tired muscles.  She visibly relaxed even more from his touch, almost as if she was melting from the motions of his hands.

“You always know exactly what to do to make me feel better,” she sighed, tossing a glance at her smirking husband from over her shoulder.

“Everything’s going to work out.  You’ll do amazing at your interview, the girls will behave themselves at work, and we’ll all live happily ever after,” he hummed, leaning down to plant a tender kiss on the back of her head.

“Can you bring home ice cream tomorrow?” she asked, her voice finally regaining its light and airy demeanor as her sullen mood finally lifted.

“Of course.”

—

“Girls.”

Law’s stern golden eyes looked in the rear-view mirror, watching as Cora and Rose immediately snapped their attention to their father from the backseat.  Rose clenched a book in her small hands, well above her age’s reading level, while Cora fiddled around with the broken arm of a Stealth Black action figure.

“Remember to be on your absolute best behavior today, alright?” he stated firmly.  “I’ll be around to check on you both for most of the day, but when I’m not there, you need to be good for the nurses.”

“We know, daddy,” Cora chirped.  “Mama told us you’d be coming home with ice cream if we were good.”

“I’ll be coming home with ice cream regardless,” he replied, a small smile growing on his lips.  “But if you’re not good, you won’t be getting any.  It’ll just be for Mommy and I.”

He laughed as his daughters screeched from the backseat, flabbergasted at the mere insinuation that they might not get a share of any delectable treats.  Fondness welled in his heart as he listened to the twins bicker over their shared behavior.  Through their short six years on Earth, they had already grown into strong, individualistic young ladies who were practically inseparable.  Law cried on every single birthday.  They had turned him into quite a softie.

His foot gently depressed the break of his car as he turned into the sprawling hospital’s parking garage, driving up the ramps to the third floor and slipping into a parking space reserved for staff.  He diligently grabbed the large childcare bag from the passenger seat, slinging it over his shoulder before proceeding to free Rose from her restrictive (but very safe) car seat, followed by Cora, who clambered to get out of the car and holler into the echoing abyss of the parking garage, giggling at the way her voice bounced off the concrete pillars and walls surrounding her.  Rose held her hands over her ears, cringing at the sound.

“Get it out of your system now, baby, you can’t be yelling like that in the hospital,” Law uttered, grabbing each girl by the hand and slowly walking with them toward the hospital’s entrance connected to the parking garage by a small hallway and two elevator shafts.

Rose firmly gripped her father’s hand in her right, clutching her book in her left.  Cora skipped along, tripping over her feet, and sang into the air.  “Gather up all of the crew!  It’s time to ship out Binks’ brew!  Sea wind blows, to where?  Who knows!  The waves will be our guide!”

Rose mumbled, her small voice whiny and irritated.  “Cora, you’ve been singing that all day.”

“I love that song!” the younger girl retorted, almost stepping on Law’s foot.  “Uncle Luffy taught it to me.”

Law bit back a smirk, yet rolled his eyes in mock annoyance.  Leave it to that boisterous man to introduce his daughters to the life of high-stakes maritime activity.  He’d be lying if he said playing pirates with his girls wasn’t some of the most fun he’d had recently, however.  It only took a bit of a negative turn when Cora, pretending to be the infamous Blackbeard, landed a punch against Law’s groin so harsh it made him double over.  It wasn’t like she knew any better, but amidst his wife’s worried yet hysterical laughter, he wondered if that blow was enough to make him infertile.

He shrugged the thought into the back of his head, releasing Rose’s gentle hand to press the elevator button, leading his girls into the small space and watching in silence as the doors closed in front of them, carrying them down two levels to the cardiac ward.

“Daddy?” Rose asked, looking up at him.  “What do you do all day?”

Law pondered briefly.  “On days where I don’t have operations, I usually do rounds for patients.”

“What are rounds?” asked the curly-haired girl.  

“I go from room-to-room and assess each person’s health and how they’re doing,” he explained.

“Can we join you?” Cora suddenly asked, staring up at her father with her own large, golden eyes.

“I’m afraid not, sweetpea.”

The younger twin pouted before suddenly growing frazzled out of nowhere.  “I LEFT MY ACTION FIGURE IN THE CAR!!!”

Rose quickly covered her ears again at her sister’s shrill scream.

“We’ll get it later, baby,” Law tried to console.  He nervously glanced at the LCD screen above the button panel, about to reach the first floor.  “I can get it for you on my lunch break.  Can you wait until then?”

Cora’s face was growing flushed as she puffed out her cheeks, her eyes welling with heavy crocodile tears.  “But I want him now!  He’s going to die in the car!”

Law rubbed a hand over her hair.  “He won’t die.”

“He will!”

“I’ll save him before he does,” he said back.  “Shhh, keep your voice down, baby.”

Rose removed her hands from her ears with an audible, relieved sigh.  Cora was appeased… for now.  She’d have to deal with profound, inescapable boredom until noon, or at least until her mom came to pick the two up and save them from the children’s room at the hospital.

All things considered, the girls were fantastically behaved.  They watched on quietly as Law scanned his badge to enter the high-security corridors leading to the cardiothoracic ward, nodding a wordless hello to the various nurses and doctors who passed by, each offering fond, excited smiles to the young girls.  The long, winding hallways of the hospital were ginormous in comparison to the twins, who were used to the much smaller hallways of their kindergarten building, but they kept their hands in their father’s as he led them to his ward.

“Can you remember what I said in the car?” the surgeon asked, scanning his badge over one last electronic box on the wall, the click of the door’s lock signaling its opening.

“We’ll be on our best behavior,” Rose obediently replied, more excited to be able to get back to her reading in peace.

“We promise,” Cora added.  She opened her small mouth one more time, as if to add a second thought, but quickly shut her jaw and stared straight ahead.  Law cocked an eyebrow at the display, but didn’t question it further.  If the little girl had an issue, she would immediately let him know.

There was a children’s room, which was really just a small space situated behind one of the nurses stations, used primarily for families with very small children.  When a person would be admitted to the cardiac ward, any potential juvenile visitors were welcome to use the children’s area to remove them from the otherwise clinical, scary environment of the hospital.  The entire space was stocked with coloring books, light reading for ages 4-10, building blocks, and other miscellaneous playthings, all thoroughly sanitized before and after each visit.

When Law rounded the corner into the doorway of the children’s area, Rebecca was crouched down on the floor, diligently wiping down a set of large plastic building blocks with a sanitizing wipe.  Her large, brown eyes glimmered as she saw Cora and Rose, having not seen them in quite some time.  It wasn’t like Law brought them to work often.

“There are the guests of honor!” sang the pink-haired woman, discarding the wipe into a nearby trash receptacle and hurrying toward her superior and his two excited daughters.  The girls pulled away from their dad and hugged Rebecca’s legs, instantly remembering the warm smile and bright laughter of the nurse who happily knelt to their level and pulled them to her chest.  “It’s so wonderful to see you two again!”

“Let me know if they give you any trouble, Rebecca,” Law sighed, smiling at the sight albeit scrunching his eyebrows at the potential his children had for causing petty issues.  They were their mother’s daughters, after all.  Their well-behaved exterior made room for some very sinister six-year-old schemes.

“How could these sweet angels cause any trouble at all?” Rebecca giggled, ruffling Rose’s head of thick, curly black hair.  “I will, though, sir.  No problem at all.”

“I’ll be back in about two hours for my short break.  Cora, Rose…” the surgeon called their names, alerting their attention once more.

The silence in the room was palpable as Law brought two of his fingers to his eyes, gesturing his hand toward their faces as if giving a silent threat that he had his eye on them, even if not in the same room.  He had a playful smirk on his face as he did so, leading Cora to stick her tongue out at her dad.  Rose gave her sister a light shove, harshly whispering about the ice cream reward still looming over their heads.

—

Two hours and far too many patient rounds finally came and went before Law was able to take a short break, proceeding to the children’s room with his ample amount of paperwork in an accordion binder held in his arms.  He’d be able to get some time to work on it while sitting on the floor at the squatted table while he gave his nurse a much needed reprieve from his daughters.  While marching through the long hallways of the cardiac ward, the surgeon pulled out his phone and smiled at the text that had come in from his wife, about 30 minutes prior.

Mama What do you think of this fit???  I mean, im going with it, but do i look hot and professional?

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Mama Right answers only.  Also, are the girls behaving alright???

His wife did indeed look stunning.  Her curves fit elegantly into a sharp, black pencil skirt that flared slightly below her knees.  Sheer tights complimented her supple skin, and sophisticated yet casual wedge heels boosted her height by a good inch or so.  She was posing in the mirror of their bedroom, one hip jutted out propping up her free hand that she graced over her waist.  A trendy blouse was tucked into the skirt, the top few buttons still undone.  Grinning down at his phone and holding his folder tighter against his abdomen, he fumbled to type out a response while walking.

You know you look stunning, baby.  Absolutely gorgeous.  You’re going to do up those top buttons, though, right?

He watched the incoming message bubble appear and disappear a few times before her response came in.

Mama Duh, i was just hoping that showing off some cleavage would give me extra points with you <3

Law fought to bite down the chuckle that rose in his throat, not wanting to attract attention. As long as I get to undo those buttons later.  He was feeling bold today.

Mama Ice cream first, sex later.  Love you baby <333

Law quickly shoved his phone into his pocket after thumbing out a quick good luck message for her upcoming interview, which she was surely traveling to at that very moment.  He pushed open the door to the children’s room, quickly pushing back any inappropriate thoughts of his beautiful wife and smiling at the sight of his daughters.

Cora was in the middle of utilizing every single building block the room had to build a convoluted structure that took a plethora of odd shapes.  She was being assisted by another young girl who’s curious violet eyes watched inquisitively at each new block added to the structure.  Rose was in the adult-sized chair across the room, her nose buried in a new book.  Judging by her original book on the floor by the legs of the chair, she had finished that one after only two days.  A new literary record.  Rebecca was absent from the room, most likely having left to continue her own duties, but judging by the faint smell of light cleaning alcohol in the room, she hadn’t been gone long.

With a smile, Law sat on the floor across from his daughter’s, and the new girl’s, strange structure.  “What are you building?”

“A submarine.  Can’t you tell?” Cora replied, placing a pink-colored block on top of an ominously leaning stack.

The new girl, who’s hair was a deep shade of purple, stared at Law with huge, curious eyes before a cheeky grin broke out on her face.  “Are you the doctor taking care of my papa?” she asked.

Law grinned.  “Could be.  Who’s your papa?”

“Tenguyama Hitetsu,” she confirmed cheerily.  “Well, he’s not actually my papa, but he also is.”

A lightbulb clicked on in his head.  He had just been in Mr. Tanguyama’s room, and had no idea that the elderly man had any child under his care.  It was then he remembered that the man had described a young girl as his ‘student’ rather than ‘daughter,’ but he still spoke about her with such fond language.  Kurozumi Tama.

“Tama’s been helping me build,” blurted Cora, bringing herself to her feet to place another block on the tower attached to what was supposed to be a submarine.

“You two make a good team,” Law replied fondly as he turned his attention to his oldest daughter.  “Rose, what are you reading?”

Her new book was substantially thicker than the one she brought with her.  There were no pictures on the cover.  She tilted the object down only slightly to speak with her father.  “Rebecca brought it for me when I asked.  It’s a book about common heart conditions in adults.”

Somehow, Law was not surprised.  He didn’t even question it, watching as the black-haired girl turned her attention back to her book, disregarding any potential response from her father.  Without another word, and without wanting to distract the kids from their intense focus, he scooted across the floor to the squatted table and opened his accordion folder, flipping through his paperwork to pass his two hour break, counting his blessings that he had such easy, albeit… strange, children.

He couldn’t stay focused long enough to begin filling out his patient charts, however.  Especially not when he was swarmed with thoughts about his family.  As he picked his gaze up and glanced across the room at his daughters immersed in their own little worlds, happy as clams in their special ways, he couldn’t fight the swelling in his heart.  His wife, after worlds of difficulty, had given him two of the greatest gifts of his life.  Those gifts were now six years old, about to start first grade, reading above their level, building and drawing, holding conversations, and were filled with boundless love.  They hadn’t yet reached the age where they were embarrassed to hold hands with their dad in public, and they were still too young to fully understand the world around them, but it was clear as day to the surgeon that his little girls were bound to learn the tough realities of their lives sooner rather than later.  It made his chest pang thinking of how quickly they had grown up.  It felt like just yesterday that Law was by his wife’s side in the delivery room, finally holding his babies after they were allowed to leave the NICU, happy, healthy, and already beginning to babble and whine for their next feeding.  He remembered looking at his wife, the woman of his dreams, who had gone through far more than any human should in bringing these girls into the world, kissing her lips and thanking her, thanking whatever deity was in the heavens that she was still alive and well.

“Daddy?”

Rose’s voice broke Law from his trance, his sharp golden eyes darting up to meet hers.  The book was folded in her lap, her hands tracing the embossed letters on the hard cover.  

“Are you alright?” she asked, her voice small and concerned.

A lump developed at the base of Law’s throat.  His girls looked so much like his wife.  He forced the rock down his esophagus and smiled at his little girl.

“I’m just fine, sweetpea.”

—

Law had needed to stay for an extra hour and a half after his shift was supposed to end, much to his distaste.  After his close-call to an emotional outburst that afternoon, he wanted nothing more than to run home, embrace his wife in a hug, and cuddle with her on the couch with the ice cream that he had promised her.  When he was finally able to slip into his car, the backseats empty (save for the Stealth Black action figure that was completely forgotten about by noon) with Cora and Rose having been picked up by their mom, he pulled out his phone to send his wife a text only to find that she had sent him one first.

Mama Look how tuckered out they are!!!

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Mama What did you do to them???  LOL

The image was immediately saved to Law’s camera app.  Cora and Rose were curled up on the plush carpet in their living room on both sides of Bepo who was sprawled out on his back.  Their little arms wrapped around the dog’s torso, their faces squished into his warm, white fur as they snoozed in one conjoined unit.  He quickly tapped out a text that he was coming home, placing his phone in his bag and proceeding out of the parking garage as quickly as he could.  With the only places still open at that hour being the gas station, he stopped at the nicest one in town and picked up three pints of ice cream, as well as a few extra treats to surprise the girls with when their new friend, Tama, came over for a playdate in a few days.

When Law finally entered his house, the only light still on was the lamp beside the couch.  All the curtains were drawn, shrouding the living room in a pleasant, dim warmth.  His wife was on the couch, laying back with her phone in her hand.  She quickly stood up when Law entered, excitedly yet quietly closing the gap between them and capturing her husband’s lips in a tender kiss.  He cheekily took the freezing bag containing the ice cream and pressed it against the thin cotton t-shirt she wore to bed, cooling her skin and making her suppress a surprised yelp.  She giggled as she playfully batted Law’s chest.

“You tease!” she whispered.  “I don’t wanna wake the girls.”

“With the way they were sleeping in that picture, I doubt we’ll wake them up,” he replied, his voice low as his lips stole another kiss, lingering a few moments longer.  His heart fluttered at the feeling of his wife smiling into his gesture, her hands trailing over his chest, shoulders, and up into his fluffy black hair.

When she pulled away, he finally noticed the blouse she still wore, all the buttons done up.  “Good, because you still have to take this off of me.  I’m uncomfortable.”  She snatched the bag out of his hands, procuring her own pint of ice cream.  “After this, obviously.”

“Of course, of course.”  Law followed her lead, grabbing his own treat after placing his other goods into the freezer and following his wife to the couch with two spoons in hand.  Bepo was on his dog bed snoring up a storm, which he had been doing much more often in his older age.

“How did your interview go?” he finally asked, smiling as his wife snuggled into his size, using a blanket to grip her ice cream without freezing her hand.

“I think it went well, I was so nervous, though.  I had to apply an extra layer of deodorant in the car because I was sweating so much,” she explained.  “But the manager seemed pleased with my resume.  And she knew Ms. Boa, so hopefully that means my recommendations will be worth it.”

Law held her close while opening his own ice cream.  “I’m sure it will be.  You’re a shoe in for that position.”

“You’re just saying that,” she mumbled, taking a spoonful of the frozen treat.

“You like when I say things,” Law replied with a smirk on his lips.

She sunk further into his chest, letting his warmth embrace her.  Her mind swirled with images of the man, when they started dating, when he proposed, on their wedding night, in the hospital multiple times, holding his daughters… the woman blinked away fond tears and swallowed her emotions with another hefty spoonful of ice cream.

“What are you thinking about, gorgeous?” asked the man behind her, his voice gruff and tired from a long day in the hospital.

“Nothing…” she mumbled back, hiding her face in his neck.  “Just how lucky I am to have you.”

#x reader #reader insert #fem reader #one piece x reader #op x reader #trafalgar law x reader #law x reader #trafalgar d water law x reader #trafalgar d water law #trafalgar law #im losing you

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Directions: Fill each prompt ON or After each day listed (the 1st-15th of October, then again on the 31st for our bonus day), then post it on your desired social media platform using tag #suptober23. Be sure to include which prompt you're fulfilling in each post. You can write, you can make art. You can do both! You decide. Rules: All posts must be Supernatural-themed. Like, comment, and reblog others' posts. No hate will be tolerated, including actor hate. NO AI. Do not throw a photo in a Photoshop filter and post it as art. Challenge yourself to create. Noncon, incest, and hate will not be reblogged.

To include your work in the Suptober 2023 archive, you must ALSO post it to the collection in Ao3!

In previous years, I've worked diligently to reblog each and every post listed in the tag to include in an archive on tumblr. However, more than a few things have changed in the past six years, including my earlier creeping bedtime. This year, I'd like to move the archive to Ao3 for something more inclusive. That means this year, it's up to you to get your work in there! Authors: be sure to use tags so your stories are searchable! * Artists: mind ao3's rules for images. You may choose to include a clickable link instead of the art itself.

Posting starts October 1st, 2023.

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FAQ's

Why aren't there 31 prompts this year? Because I'm changing it up to something a little less overwhelming for you and me. Fill all the days, and if you're still hungry for more, send me a message and let me know it wasn't enough so I can take that into account for next year!

I posted my work and you haven't reblogged it. What did I do wrong? Probably nothing. I may have just missed it, which will happen. The good news is, it's up to you to include your work in an archive this year, so be sure to do that! Also be sure to tag it correctly using #suptober23, and the day you're fulfilling.

I'm really busy in October, can I post it later? Yes! The collection won't close.

I can't write or draw, is there another way I can participate? Yes, you can support all the creators by liking, commenting, and reblogging their work. It's just as important as the things being posted. Also, I bet you'll soon realize you absolute can make art and write too! There's no skill level required to have fun.

How long do the stories need to be? There's no word length just be sure to make a good effort, and challenge yourself.

Can I include multiple days in one fic? Sure, but don't post early, and be sure to tag for each day both here on tumblr (if you're posting to tumblr) and on Ao3. In the past, people have used each prompt as a new chapter, and that works great for a cohesive project!

Can I repost the prompt list with my posts? Yep. Go ham. Use at will.

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🩸 — 𝐇𝐀𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍!

since the spooky season is fast approaching, and as a little kinktober appetizer, @psychedelic-ink and i have decided to do a little writing challenge to get us all excited and in the mood to be gripping the sheets from the spooky thrills of course.

and to keep this fun we have given you many many options! we have compiled a twelve day prompts list you can go by, or if that's not your thing we have listed twenty three different pick and choose options to create whatever kind of fic you want, even if you want to do half the days daily prompts but switch out this prompt dialogue for that au or trope or kink, you can literally do whatever your heart desires!

THE RULES.

the challenge will go on from the 19th - 30th of this month. you can do as many or as little amount of days as you choose.

any fandoms are welcome, literally any characters, ships, but please no rpf.

no minors should be interacting with let alone posting for this challenge.

dark content, light content, dubcon/noncon, is all welcomed but please tag everything accordingly. grooming, underage, and incest however are not allowed.

there are no word limits but please use that readmore.

tag #hauntedhoedown so we can read and reblog your work!

DAY ONE: taboo au + "i'll be your dirty little secret, if that's what you're into."

DAY TWO: murder plot au (lets kill this person together) + "crawl to me"

DAY THREE: inspired by your favorite lana del rey song (if not a lana fan then any fav song of yours) + stalker / yandere au or love triangle gone wrong

DAY FOUR: artificial intelligence au + "here, you are. you tiny thing."

DAY FIVE: gothic au + “worship me. until i tell you to stop.” + a masquerade au or a good ol' priest au

DAY SIX: animal shapeshifter au + "he's a monster" + "he's perfect"

DAY SEVEN: stranded au or slasher / summer camp au + sex in the woods or somewhere public (added bonus if it includes knife, blood, hunter x prey kink)

DAY EIGHT: cosmic horror au + "you're a fucking nightmare. kiss me."

DAY NINE: “do you like it when i bleed for you?” + the toxic exes trope or cult au

DAY TEN: zombie apocalypse au + "every moment might be our last, let's make the most of it."

DAY ELEVEN: black swan au or inspired by your fav psychological thriller + “they die for love, you kill for it.”

DAY TWELVE: vampire court au + "forever isn't long enough for me to forgive you."

if following the above isn't your thing and you want to pick and choose yourself that's great! we also highly rec this random generator if you wanna live life by the edge, each category has 23 options to pick and choose from so customize the generator accordingly!

AUs:

steampunk / cyber punk

fairytale retelling

revenge

mythology / monster

virtual reality

gothic

taboo (see great options here)

slasher

game gone wrong

witchcraft

addams family

bonnie and clyde

spy / secret agent

assassins

x-files

circus / carnival

hitch hiking

basement wife

time travel

urban legend(s)

american horror story inspired

vampire / supernatural

pirate / mermaid

DIALOGUE PROMPTS:

"do you like when i touch you like this? i can keep going if you want me to."

"i can see how badly you want this, so i'm going to make sure you get it." 

“this fear you feel? it won't last.”

“you are mine, whether you agree or not.”

“why do you keep following me?”

"i can't stop thinking about how perfect we would be together."

"you're not actually scared are you? of me?"

"i'm so close, can you feel it?"

"tell me what you want me to do and i'll do it, no matter the cost."

"you're like a sickness, a disease, and the only way for me to be cured of you is to let you completely consume me until my body has no fight left."

"i want to see you bleed."

"they're dead...because of you."

“i will keep hurting. i will keep killing. anything to protect you.”

“everything i've done.. every horrible atrocity, it's been for you.”

"it's just a little blood."

“don't you know how sick with love i am for you?”

“i would burn the world for you.”

"this is so fucked up." "you like it."

"finders keepers."

"what's your favorite scary movie?"

"tell me you want me back. tell me i'm forgiven."

"you're a monster." "that's never stopped you before."

"i've killed for you, who else can say that?"

TROPES:

mob / mafia

soft!dark

dubcon / noncon

soulmate / fated mates

mind control / telepathy

cheating

final girl

once is not enough

haunted manor

dark academia

enemies to lovers

haunted object

vengeful ghost

coven

ritual / sacrifice / blood magic

unrequited love

creation / creator vs monster

'i'll find you in every universe / century'

reverse harem

cursed / fuck or die

curiosity killed the cat

theatre phantom

fate worse than death

KINKS:

biting

corruption / authoritarian

somnophilia

begging

dacryphilia

breath play

knife play / blood play

jealousy / sharing / possessive

aphrodisiacs

hunter / prey

humiliation / degradation

mirror sex

deprivation / immobilized / bondage

costume

size

orgasm denial / overstimulation / edging

body worship

shotgunning / swallowing / facial

gagging

torture / surrender

hate sex / make up sex / phone sex

magical healing [redacted]

soft!dom / pleasure!dom

ETC PROMPTS:

a summer fling gone horrible wrong, or right

1970s porno filming (turned into a blood bath)

touch her and die except who the hell are you and why are you obsessed with me?

a trip to the circus (or carnival) ends with you stuck there...forever

you just inherited this creepy mansion where people where murdered what could go wrong?

a ritual gone wrong and now i'm bound to a demon

if 'this person' ever found out about this they would kill both of us (literally)

oh no i'm dating the town serial killer

passionate professor tells me to prove my devotion to the craft / class by doing something insane

we're the last people on the planet and you will be mine

daydreaming about being with you is better than actually being with you because i missed all the red flags and now it's too late

i got casted out of my world and ended up wounded and bloodied in your backyard, convince me why i shouldn't destroy your world out of anger

vampire has a taste for specific blood and looks like you have it

the creepy neighbor is too hot to be insane, right?

i keep seeing them in my dreams and i wake up with bruises and marks on my skin, it's definitely just wild dreams, right?

loving you is easier than hating you

got stranded in some little town that seems so cute, until night hits

'this person' ordered me to kill you but i actually think i'm in love with you

my lover is wearing the same costume as you and i can't tell the difference but i'm pretty sure it's them i'm fucking in this closet...pretty sure

confessing to a murder via a silly little ghost story around a campfire (but someone reads through the lies)

how far would you go for love? for the one you love?

in a past life you were the cause of my death so i'm here to exact revenge now that i've found you

we're at a fun little horror movie reenactment except people are really dying

we tried to make this writing challenge as fun and very 'choose your own adventure-like' as much as possible because we know how hard it is to stay motivated when doing these things.

so please feel free to use any and all of the prompts, tropes, kinks, etc as you wish. we're just super excited to see what ya'll come up with!!

so good luck and stay slutty spooky <3

#if yall don't participate in this i will actually cry lmao #haunted hoedown #writing challenge #kinktober #! challenges

[a-small-batch-of-dragons]

Language Barriers

same anon as like 5 minutes ago, I remembered the fluffy prompt! Could you write a Sanders Sides DLAMPR fic (before they get together) where all of the Sides have different love languages? And they’re all trying to flirt in their own way, but the others keep misinterpreting it? A lot of TSS fic features the Sides having different love languages (and I’d like to think they do, in canon), but I’ve yet to see a fic that specifically focuses on that fact and describes the differences between love languages. Feel free to ignore, and remember to take care of yourself! – anon

hey I love love love love LOVE your writing! If you’re open to prompts rn, I’ve just reread your story "Idiots, Idiots, Everywhere" and it’s awesome, thanks very much, BUT. Are you willing to write a Sanders Sides fic where it focuses more specifically on all the Sides having different love languages? Bonus points if it’s DLAMPR (but platonic PR, this is an incest-free household) and all the Sides are like “…but he’s like this with everyone”. No pressure at ALL, but it’d be cool to see how you approach that. – anon

Read on Ao3

Warnings: none

Pairings: dlampr

Word Count: 3431

Or, five times the Sides misunderstood each other's love languages, and one time Thomas got fed up with it and decided to just...explain it to them with the efficiency they have when they're trying to explain something to him. Which is to say: it takes them a second to get it. The Imagination helps.

Physical Touch

If you were to ask anyone, they would tell you that Patton loves giving people hugs.

It’s the bane of some of their existences, they’d try to claim, and the others might just shrug and say that’s Patton for you. He knows his kiddos love it, at least a little bit. But he won’t lie, he does love a good hug. There’s just something so magical about how, out of all the shapes humans could have possibly been, they’re just perfectly designed to hold one another. Isn’t that just perfect?

Logan would probably say something about evolution and adaptation to the needs of their environment, or something, but he’s not gonna rain on Patton’s parade. Humans are hug-shaped, so they’re gonna hug. Besides, he’s not complaining when he’s working downstairs in the winter and he’s gotten too absorbed in his work and then a Patton-shaped heating pad just comes along and hugs him.

Patton loves hugging all of the Sides. Logan because he’s always so surprised by it, in a good way! He gets this soft little look that is almost on the edge of a smile, like he wasn’t expecting it but it’s the best possible outcome he never could have predicted. Or when he’s trying to comfort Patton and he hugs with undeniable certainty.

Virgil is also fun to hug, because he’s such a pouty-face about it. He snuggles up as much as any of them but he has to put on his mopey show first, just in case anyone’s watching. Virgil also gives the mopey hugs too, but then he makes himself just a bit bigger so he can wrap all the way around Patton. Which is the best.

Speaking of wrapping all the way around, Janus has six arms and he uses every single one of them. They get into competitions sometimes—not serious! It’s all for fun!—about who can surprise-hug each other the worst. Or best. Janus is currently winning from the time he managed to make himself look like the chair in the living room with a blanket over it; Patton sat down and boo!

Remus isn’t allowed to do surprise hugs, not after he accidentally tackled Patton into his Kraken’s pond and they had to spend the rest of the afternoon trying to get out of the pond. But Remus’s hugs are the kind that squish his soul right back into his body and ugh, there’s nothing better than that after a long day. Besides, it’s not like expecting Remus’s hugs takes anything away, he’s still going to squeeze him so hard he might not be able to breathe for a few seconds, but that’s Remus!

And then with Roman—Roman hugs the way every single knight from a fairytale should hug. He just makes you feel safe and precious and like nothing in the world could hurt you. It’s why Patton always sits next to Roman during scary movie nights, after all, even if he gets teased about it a little. Roman doesn’t mind.

So yes, Patton does love hugging all of them. But it doesn’t have to be hugging! It can be holding hands, or just leaning against each other, just as long as he can feel them and tell himself yes, they’re okay, they’re right here, I love them.

Because he does. He loves them terribly. Even if they think he’s just a big fan of hugs.

***

2. Quality Time

Virgil has the reputation of being the cat of the Mindscape for good reason. Not because he hisses at things that don’t cooperate—the other Sides are not excluded from this—and not because he spits up hairballs—it was one time, Remus, and it was entirely your fault—but because he has a habit of just appearing in the same room and hanging out for a while.

…alright, it’s not a habit, he does it on purpose.

Companionable silence really is the best way to go about things. You’re both close enough to talk if you want to, but each of them is allowed to do their own thing and hey, there’s another person doing their own thing too. Which is why it’s his favorite way of hanging out with Logan, especially when he needs to make sure that something gets done. He’s always down to affectionately bully Logan into whatever he asks him to make sure he does.

He does that with Remus too, but it’s not exactly the same: Remus needs someone to make sure he doesn’t actually destroy anything, and he’s more than happy to oblige. Especially since he likes to get a bit of a heads-up before a rampaging beast goes barreling through the kitchen at some ungodly hour of the morning.

If he’s never beating the cat allegations, Janus sure as hell isn’t helping. There’s a big window in the Dark Sides’ half of the Mindscape that is perfect for lying in for, oh, a few hours on end. Remus has many—too many, if you ask Virgil—pictures of the two of them just basking in the sun, dozing like they haven’t got a care in the world.

Virgil’s actual favorite place to sleep is with his head in Patton’s lap. Especially after he’s just finished baking, when he’s all warm from the oven and he smells like sugar and spice…Virgil will sit on the counter or the floor and listen to Patton talk about whatever he wants and then while the oven bakes, he’ll fall asleep right in Patton’s lap. He even gets first dibs on whatever just got made.

Roman makes a game of it. He’s the Prince, every good Prince needs a rogue to work with. They trek all over the Imagination, having adventures, defeating monsters, it’s the perfect mix of Roman’s quests and Virgil’s need to be a creepy little shit in every dark corner he can find. Being with Roman even makes boring council meetings fun, because he gets to terrify the idiots that they’re just gonna fight later anyway and he gets to spend time with Roman.

He doesn’t care what he’s doing, not really, just as long as he can spend time with them. He just…wishes they would understand that sometimes.

***

3. Words of Affirmation

Logan is no stranger to impostor syndrome, but that doesn’t mean he has to allow it to plague those he cares for. Understanding something to be true on an intellectual level and feeling the validation that comes from hearing someone else voice it are two very different things. The other Sides are each remarkable in their own right. They deserve to hear it.

Patton is kind. He does not say that lightly: kind people who choose to be kind because they know how difficult it is are not individuals to be trifled with. Patton makes the conscious choice to try and be better every single day. He is earnest and sincere, sometimes painfully so, but he does not allow himself to be dissuaded by obstacles. How could Logan not want to express his admiration?

And Roman…oh, Roman is a wonder. There is so much that goes into his work that often goes unnoticed, or underappreciated, and it is a crime that Logan too often finds himself on the wrong side of that line. Roman is clever and funny and has a work ethic that, truly, rivals Logan’s own. For every slight he makes, however unintentional, he tries his best to make up for it by telling Roman in no uncertain terms how honored Logan is to be part of his creative process.

Remus is an entirely different story, no pun intended. Remus is unabashedly and unapologetically himself, and as such is a marvel to behold. He cares not for the sanitization or reduction of anything in his work, and so Logan does his best to follow suit. Remus is who he is, and it is beautiful.

He tells Janus he’s beautiful too. And not once is he lying. The first time he did it, Janus laughed in his face, at least until he realized Logan was telling the truth. He then didn’t see Janus for an entire week. It ended when a little snake plushie appeared outside of his door in the middle of the night with a tiny note that just said thank you. He tells Janus he’s beautiful every chance he gets now.

Virgil is his little alley cat. Perfectly fine to approach on his terms, but will let him know with no uncertainties when he’s getting a little too close. It doesn’t help that Virgil is quite fun to tease, even if all he’s doing is giving him compliments—true compliments, mind you—and watching in amusement as Virgil curls up into a ball with his hood pulled down over his ears as if that could hide how red they are. He’s not cruel about it, of course; he stops the moment Virgil appears genuinely uncomfortable and there are certain topics he doesn’t go near. But Virgil can’t always hide his little grin and so on it goes.

He’s quite happy to shower them with his words, he just…doesn’t know if they’d believe him if he said I love you.

***

4. Acts of Service

Words are difficult. There is so much ambiguity to be found in even the most basic of sentences, and when it comes to matters like this, Janus prefers to take as few chances as possible. Whoever coined the phrase ‘actions speak louder than words,’ Janus definitely owes a drink for how spot-on it is.

Whenever Patton needs a hand in the kitchen, he’s always the first to volunteer. He can do up to three things in the time it would take another Side to do just one, after all, and he’s had enough experience cooking for the troublemakers (Virgil and Remus) to know how to get around most of their pranks. And how to get them back.

Logan, bless him, has a tendency to overwork himself at the best of times. And in doing so, he gets these terrible knots and cramps in his neck and shoulders from hunching over his desk for hours on end. It might not be the most polite of things to practically blackmail his way into giving Logan a massage, but the poor dear always falls right to sleep so he mustn’t mind too much.

Remus and his delightful menagerie of creatures often need more than their fair share of attention. He had to pester Remus into getting him a raincoat and muck boots that could withstand the acidic slime, but weekend mornings found them strolling cheerfully through pens and cages and paddocks, tending to the bizarre flock. Anything to make the chore more of a fun activity and less of, well, a chore, when Remus really doesn’t suit stressed-out frowns as well as manic grins.

Virgil has a terrible habit of not asking for reassurance when he needs it. Janus regrets the part he played in making it that way. So, no matter how small and stupid Virgil may think it is, whenever he asks for help, Janus gives it. A tug on his cloak or a soft please will have him do anything from turn the light in the hallway on to checking the poor thing over for wounds after a brutal nightmare. It took long enough for Janus to re-earn that trust, he’s not going to lose it if he can damn well help it.

Out of everyone in the Mindscape, only Roman truly appreciates his love of theater. Sure, the others are game to help out here and there, but when it comes to the art of make-believe, Roman is the proud owner of Janus’s ‘yes-and’ partnership. The two of them make all sorts of stories together, from villains and heroes to morally grey adventurers, to simple fairytales and old plays. Roman needs someone else to help him play the roles and Janus is more than happy to play with him.

Perhaps one day, he might be able to reveal that everything he does for them, he does because it’s them, but for now, he’ll happily play the role they expect of him.

***

5. Gifts

Roman and Remus do not, in fact, fight over who gets to give the most presents to the other Sides.

Instead, they fight over whose idea they work on first.

For Logan, Remus’s self-writing pen narrowly won out over Roman’s proposal for a never-ending notebook, if only because said pen squirted ink into Roman’s mouth before he could finish his argument. They ended up giving both to Logan at the same time, but the pen was decidedly on top and did its own little celebratory wriggle when Logan used it for the first time.

Remus nearly challenged Roman to a formal duel when it came to designing a heat lamp for Janus that wouldn’t run the same risk of burning out the electricity in their section of the Mindscape. They managed to agree on everything up to the design on the lampshade. Roman said it should be a yellow snake, curled up and sleeping, and Remus wanted it to be a big leaf that Janus could lay under like he was actually outside. The compromise was eventually reached over many hours of almost bloodshed and now the sleeping snake under a leaf is a staple in the corner of Janus’s room.

Roman cleverly proposed Virgil’s weighted blanket while Remus was being crushed under said blanket, leaving not a lot of wiggle room until he had to agree. Of course, he promptly fell asleep and cuddled Roman into a pile of goo, so technically they made both the blanket and the plushie at around the same time. Virgil still brings the little skeleton to movie nights.

Patton gets their presents one after the other, because you need one to understand the other’s context. A rebreather designed to slip on over the person’s face just like any other face mask, to filter out particulates and allergens. Something that could be worn for up to two consecutive hours before it needed to be recharged.

The other present was a box full of kittens.

”Ro?”

“Yeah?”

Remus pushes his goggles to the top of his head and looks over the desk. “Do you think they’ll ever get it?”

Roman sighs, closing his notebook and leaning back to stretch. “I don’t know, Re. I love them, really, they just…”

”Don’t realize.”

“Yeah. It’s okay, though. We’ll get there eventually.”

“Of course we will. Hand me that wrench, would you?”

“The one that’s covered in guts, or the one that’s made out of foam?”

“The foam one. I need to whack this thing but I don’t wanna hit it too hard.”

“I’m not gonna ask any more questions.”

***

+1: I Love You

”Hey!” Patton rises up first, clapping his hands. “Oh. I’m the only one here.”

“Only by a moment,” Logan says as he joins him. “Is Thomas here?”

“No, I just got summoned by—well, I thought it was Thomas but he’s not here.”

“Whoa, hey!” Virgil appears on the staircase. “What’s going on? I was in the middle of watching someone.”

“Don’t you mean ‘something?’” Remus appears, covered in slime and cackling. “Ah. I see.”

“I’ve got it,” Roman says, rising up and spraying his brother with something that somehow manages to dissolve all the goo without staining or spraying anything else. “There. Now maybe you’ll think twice about surprising Uma when she’s feeding?”

“Oh, I’m gonna do this so many more times!”

”I felt the exasperation from my room,” Janus sighs, appearing, “what’s Remus done now?”

“Why did you assume it was Remus?” Janus just looks at Logan. “Fair enough.”

”Now that we’re all here, what is this about?” He looks around, frowning. “Where’s Thomas?”

“That’s weird, is he not the one who called for a meeting?”

“What’s that?” Virgil reaches out and picks up a piece of paper from the coffee table. “‘Each one of you needs a card, find the matches.’ What cards?”

“Here.” Logan picks up something that fell when Virgil picked up the paper. “There are only five of them, though, and six of us.”

“What do they say?”

“Let me see…one says ‘Physical Touch,’ one says ‘Acts of Service,’ one says…oh, I see.”

“I don’t,” Patton says, “can you share with the class?”

“Wait, wait, I think I know what this is, is one of them ‘Quality Company’ or something?”

“‘Quality Time,’ yes.”

Roman nods. “It’s the Five Love Languages.”

“Thomas doesn’t even speak Spanish!”

“No, no, Padre, not literal languages, it’s…it’s the ways you express your affection for someone. How you tell them you love them. There’s five: physical touch, acts of service, quality time…”

“‘Words of Affirmation,’” Logan continues, reading off the other cards, “and ‘Gifts.’”

Virgil hunches his shoulders. “So what, are we supposed to pick one?”

“I believe the intention of the exercise is to…select which one is our love language.”

Janus huffs. “Why? What does Thomas have to gain from doing something like this? And where is he?”

“Maybe he’s not the one who summoned us.”

“Well then who did?”

“Maybe if we do the thing we can find out.”

Janus sighs, peering over Logan’s shoulder and squinting. “I guess this one’s mine, then.”

“‘Acts of Service?’ Very well. I suppose I’ll take ‘Words of Affirmation.’”

“Can I have the touch one?”

“Certainly.”

“Twins get ‘Gifts,’ obviously,” Virgil mutters, “which means I get the…time one, or whatever.”

Logan hands out the last two cards and they stand there for a moment, waiting for something to happen.

Nothing does.

Patton looks back down at his card. “Wait, did you say these are how we tell people we love them?”

“That is a simple definition of this, why?”

“Because you guys do these with everyone!”

There’s a pause. Logan adjusts his glasses. “Well, I can’t speak for everyone, but…yes, I do indeed give you all words of affirmation, because, well…”

“Aww,” Virgil says, “do you love us, Logan?”

Logan coughs, blushes, and adjusts his tie. “I believe that is a logical conclusion, yes.”

“Aww!” Patton squeals. “I love you guys too!”

”So whoever set this up knew that we were all trying to tell each other that—“ Roman starts.

“—and needed to hammer it into our heads what was happening,” Remus finishes.

“Well,” Janus sniffs, even as a smile threatens the corners of his mouth, “how dramatic.”

Virgil tugs on the strings of his hoodie. “Yeah. How dramatic.”

There’s another pause.

Roman coughs. “Uh, this seems like a good a time as any, um…Remus and I put together a festival thing in the Imagination for everyone, if you want to…if you want to come and see it.”

“It has everyone’s favorite state fair stuff,” Remus sands, “and there’s supposed to be a northern-lights kind of thing after it gets dark.”

“Can we cuddle?”

“Of course.”

“Will there be food?”

“Your favorite, shadow-ling.”

“You two are so thoughtful,” Logan says softly, “I would love to come.”

“I can get the good blankets from the closet,” Janus offers, and everyone grins, “should we meet there in ten?”

“Oh, this is going to be so much fun!”

The Imagination is just happy they finally sorted it out. Now, to give the six of them a group date they’ll never forget…

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[aziraphales-library]

Hey lovely people! It would mean the world to me if you could recommend some fics in which there is excessive PDA! if you can’t that’s perfectly fine, thank you! Have a good day!

Hello! Not sure about excessive, but here are some fics featuring public displays of affection...

Serenade by Aegopixel (G)

Crowley was startled from his slumber by the sound of something playing outside his window. At first, he was willing to believe that it was just the music drifting from someone’s car window as they drove by. Turning over onto his side with a loud grumble, he tried to go back to sleep. The music didn’t go away. It got louder. Either the car playing the music had decided to park beside his building and purposely piss him off, or… Actually, that was starting to sound like the only plausible option.

It's Valentine's Day, and in preparation for a lovely night out with his one and only angel, Crowley has decided to get a few winks of sleep beforehand. It should be easy to do - except that there's music blaring directly outside his window, and it sounds oddly familiar...

Getting Off by HopeCoppice (T)

After the apocalypse, they decide to try some human delights they've never tried before - like taking a train during rush hour. The results are... sub-optimal, but there's always a silver lining.

dearest love by asideofourown (G)

Crowley probably should have seen it coming, in hindsight. 

He shouldn’t have been as surprised as he was, at any rate.  It had been three months since the Apocalypse, after all, and almost two months since he and Aziraphale had officially gotten together romantically.  They were still very much in their honeymoon phase (which Crowley thought was completely justified— he and Aziraphale had spent six thousand years denying feelings for each other, scared of the consequences, so he figured they were entitled to at least a few centuries of shameless PDA). 

But still, despite the fact that he and Aziraphale hugged each other and kissed each other all the time, and Crowley knew for a fact that Aziraphale loved him, he was stilled floored the first time Aziraphale called him ‘dearest.’ 

[Aziraphale and Crowley try out some new endearments]

Sweet lovers love the spring by HolRose (G)

Crowley had to lean in and almost shout at Aziraphale, who was standing near the side of the lake looking around at the scene with a very strange expression on his face.

‘What the fuck is going on, Angel?’

‘Oh dear,’ said Aziraphale, looking rather pained and guilty.

When I Touch You by Kat_Rowe (G)

Aziraphale no longer feels shy about expressing his feelings in public, or about simply stating them outright. To Crowley, the fact that his angel enthusiastically does both within the course of a few minutes during a morning at Saint James's Park feels like both a major victory and a natural result of their evolving relationship.

(The fact that it also serves as a teachable moment is simply a bonus to the Guardian Angel of the world's queer and questioning community.)

By the way, holding hands? Waaaay better than Crowley thought it would be.

The Taste Of You by teardrops_on_ghostly_wings (T)

5 times Crowley kissed Aziraphale and 1 time he got a kiss back

Wrapped Up In Love by Kat_Rowe (G)

When Crowley shows up at the bookshop during a record cold snap, half-unconscious and barely coherent with the effects of torpor, Aziraphale does his best to help him get back to a comfortable temperature.

Cuddling with his favorite lanky redhead becomes cuddling with a rather large snake and, for the first time in their friendship, Crowley is comfortable remaining in snake form around his angel.

Their relationships is discussed, some past regrets are laid aside, company is enjoyed, and a bookstore customer is rendered first terrified and then delighted.

- Mod D

#good omens #ineffable husbands #fluff #kissing #cuddling & snuggling #public displays of affection #mod d

[oflights]

so one of my fandom resolutions this year was to be a more transparent reader. similarly, i wanted to commit to leaving more comments in general, and i decided these two objectives really tie into each other.

instead of doing traditional rec lists, which i find overwhelming and sometimes alienating, each month i'm going to list out the fics i left comments on. if i like a fic enough to leave a comment, i definitely recommend it.

i'm hoping this means i can put more eyes on fics that don't get recommended a lot; i don't actually rely on reclists to find fics too often. also, sometimes i read something and have to sit with it a while before i comment, or something languishes on my tbr forever. that's why these fics aren't everything i read in january, it's what i managed to comment on. some fics i read this month will show up on later month lists. i'm tracking everything i read in a google sheet with titles, authors, links, some of my thoughts, and the pub year just to be extra organized. 😌

here's this month's list, in absolutely no order:

O Come, All Ye Faithful by toomuchplor

Always the Last to Know by @nv-md

True Love Gave to Me by @epitomereally

bake it til you make it by Anonymous

Holding Out for a Hero by JayGwen23

Six Firewhiskeys and Potter's Green Jumper by starhoppinglover

i want your midnights by hoko_onchi

9 Days in Coventry by Anonymous

bonus: a fic i couldn't comment on! one of my fave fandom hobbies is going ~fic spelunking on old archives/livejournal/etc. and using the wayback machine to find old fic. i've found enough excellent stuff this way to fill whole rec lists with them. so each month, i'll feature a fic i really enjoyed after finding it on the wayback machine.

this month's fic is No Talking by dahlia. it's a super sweet FWB to lovers fic, post-war but published in 2006. a note about these fics is that they're often from before all the books were out, so if you're very attached to canon working out the way it really did, a lot of these are skips for you. this one is really lovely and worth it, imo.

#drarry #drarry fic #drarry rec lists #oflights comments 2024

[hungermakesmonsters]

Catch Me If You Can

Bonus Christmas Chapter

Plot summary : When your friend interviews for a position at Anvil, you have a chance encounter with Billy Russo. He takes you for coffee and, by the time you’re done, Billy decides he’s anything but done with you.

Pairing : Billy Russo x Reader

Story Rating : R 

Chapter Rating : R (p. much just smut)

Warnings : [This is a fic for 18+ only, minors DNI] This chapter contains smut and Billy using sex to get what he wants . Please check the warnings on each chapter if you choose to follow this story. 

Word Count : ~2.3k

A/N : This was written as a bonus chapter for Christmas but I couldn't post it because of where the main story was, so I'm posting it now, late AF. It's pretty much just a cutesy smut fest. Nothing that happens in this chapter will effect the rest of the story.

CHAPTER ONE | CHAPTER TWO | CHAPTER THREE | CHAPTER FOUR | CHAPTER FIVE | CHAPTER SIX | CHAPTER SEVEN | CHAPTER EIGHT | CHAPTER NINE | CHAPTER TEN | CHAPTER ELEVEN | CHAPTER TWELVE | CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Bonus Christmas Chapter

On Christmas morning, you’d woken to find Billy sprawled beside you, sleeping so peacefully, that you decided to wake him by slipping beneath the covers and wrapping your lips around his cock. He moaned your name in that sleepy, scratchy tone that always had your thighs clenching, and it wasn’t long until you had him falling apart. But you didn’t want to spend the whole day in bed with him so, before he could come to his senses, you were slipping out of bed and heading for the bathroom, instructing him to stay put.

Once you were done in the shower, you slipped into Billy’s Christmas present;  a red lace lingerie set that was so sheer it was practically see-through, complete with a strappy garter belt and black stockings. Over the top you wore a dark red dress with a satin sash that you pulled into a bow, almost making you look like a wrapped up present.

He was speechless when you finally left the bathroom, but you didn’t give him a chance to do anything more than look before telling him to get showered so you could have breakfast; French toast, bacon and mimosas.

When you were done eating, he took your hand and led you to the tree you’d helped him set up and decorate. Dread coiled in your stomach when you noticed a pile of presents, and the feeling got worse when Billy handed you one.

Carefully, you tore the wrapping paper, revealing a brand new, top of the range mirrorless camera.

“Billy,” his smile waived as you looked at him and he realised you were upset, “this is too much, I can’t accept this.”

Before he had a chance to argue, you were on your feet, heading for the bedroom, feeling like an idiot - how could you have let yourself think that some lingerie would be worth whatever he could get you?

You should have known that something like this would happen, and you felt like an idiot for not anticipating it but - but, now that it had happened, you felt like you were being ungrateful and that wasn't fair to Billy. But, how could you accept a gift that had cost him thousands when all you'd gotten him was ninety dollars worth of lingerie?

“Hey, don’t walk away from me,” his hand on your wrist, pulling you back to face him. He wasn’t angry, he just seemed confused.

“I just need a minute,” you told him, pulling against his grip, but he didn’t let go.

“Talk to me.”

“You can’t spend over five grand on me and expect me to be happy about it,” you blurted out.

“Why not? You’re overthinking it; it’s Christmas. Why can’t I spoil you for Christmas?”

“Because it’s too much, Billy. I don’t need a sugar daddy.”

“Careful, sweetheart, I could get used to you calling me Daddy,” Billy tried to joke.

“I’m being serious!”

He let out a sigh. “I don’t think it’s too much. Not for you. You deserve it - I want you to have it. You know the money doesn’t matter to me.”

“It matters to me, Billy. Especially when all I got you was some stupid lingerie.”

“You got me lingerie?” He grinned, completely missing the point you were making. You slapped his chest with your free hand. “Okay, okay - if you don’t want the camera, we can take it all back. I’ll do whatever you want.”

It was strange for him to relent so easily, but you hoped he was finally starting to understand why his money sometimes made you uncomfortable, but with it being Christmas you didn’t want to argue anymore, so you let it slide.

“Thank you, Billy,” stepping forwards, your hand slipping around his neck and pulling him down into a tender kiss, happy that he seemed to have seen things your way.

“So, about this lingerie...” he grinned against your lips.

You’d wanted to save the surprise for later but, since the cat was out of the bag, you decided to take a step back, indicating the bow of your dress with a wave of your hand.

“Why don’t you unwrap your present and see for yourself.”

His hands were on you in an instant, starting at your shoulders then slowly tracing the low neckline of the dress down to your cleavage, palming your breasts through the fabric before continuing down to the bow. He licked his lips as he looked at you, taking in the sight of you like you were the most beautiful thing in the world to him as he finally started to undo the bow. Once it was open, he turned you so he could get to the zipper, slowly lowering it and, then, letting the dress drop to the floor.

Fingers ran across your bare stomach, urging you back against him, letting you feel the press of his erection against you. You ground your ass back against him until you heard him take a sharp breath, then you stepped away from him, turning so he could get a proper look at you.

Billy froze, his eyes tracking down your body, taking shallow breaths and looking ready to pounce. You swayed your hips from side to side, watching as he fought against his desires. When he still didn’t move, you reached for him, pulling him towards the bed and sitting him down. Climbing onto his lap, your hips continued to sway as you slowly unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it off his shoulders. His dark eyes continued to glare and you just smiled, wanting him to do his worst.

“Aren’t you going to finish unwrapping me?” You asked as innocently as you could manage, finally snapping him out of it.

His arm moved around you, fingertips pressing into your back, pulling you closer before he deftly unclasped your bra. You slipped it off while his lips trailed down the column of your throat to your collarbone, your back arching without a second thought, knowing exactly where his lips were headed. Fingers ran through his hair as he sucked a nipple between his lips, teasing it to a hardened nub before moving his attention to the other.

While he enjoyed your breasts, his hand slipped between you and into your panties, smirking when he realised how wet you were. Fingers trailed through your wetness, teasing your clit before sinking into you, setting a languid pace; he wasn’t trying to make you come, he was making sure you were ready for him. He pulled back his fingers as you undid his pants and pulled out his erection, slowly running your fingers up and down him, but you stopped the moment you felt him tug on your panties.

“Don’t you dare tear these panties, Billy.” You tried to sound serious despite the laughter in your voice.

He practically growled in response, fingers still tugging, very obviously thinking about doing it anyway before relenting. His hands gripped your hips and he quickly moved you off his lap and onto the bed, pulling your panties down and gazing down at you as he dropped his pants and boxers.

“As much as I want your legs in those stockings wrapped around my head, I don’t think I can wait to fuck you.” He confessed.

You’d come to learn just what that meant; when he was willing to skip foreplay, it meant he needed you, and when he needed you, things got rough. Just the thought made you tremble with anticipation.

“It’s your Christmas present, you can do whatever you want with it.”

“You’re my Christmas present.” He corrected you, crawling onto the bed beside you. You. Not the sex on offer or the lingerie, you were his present. You were his. “And I’m gonna do whatever I want with you, sweetheart.”

He manoeuvred you onto your side and laid behind you, his hand slowly trailing down your body, leaving goosebumps in its wake. But, despite his tender touches, his ragged breathing told you that this was going to be anything but gentle. Finally, his arm hooked around your thigh, lifting it until it was almost perpendicular to your other leg, leaving you spread wide for him.

You looked down as he curled around you, realising you could see his cock between your thighs.

“That’s right, sweetheart, watch,” he muttered, slowly moving his hips, letting you watch his cock running through your folds. He watched too, slowly building up your arousal until he was coated in it and his tip was starting to leak. Eagerly, you reached down, thumb swiping a bead of pre-cum and bringing it to your lips, earning a growl from Billy, reminding you that he was in charge right now, not you.

To punish you, he started to tease you, pressing the crown of his cock against your slit, letting you feel the slow stretch before pulling back again. He did it over and over, leaving you feeling desperate and needy, moaning his name every time his shaft rubbed against your clit.

“Billy, please -” you finally broke, unable to take any more.

“Say it,” he demanded quietly, his lips brushing against your ear.

“I need you inside me,” you begged.

Finally, he relented, slowly pushing past the threshold of your wet slit. A cry spilled from you, the angle of his cock stretching you, filling you in a way you hadn’t felt before. Billy, likewise, let out a groan, easing you open with inch after inch, holding you close as he sank deeper and deeper.

You whimpered as he bottomed out, but he didn’t give you time to adjust before he started to fuck you with hard, brazen thrusts of his hips. Trembling every time he filled you, his grip on your thigh left you completely at his mercy to take whatever he gave. And Billy gave you everything, swearing and groaning your name as you clenched around him, as you drenched his cock with your arousal.

“Is this what you needed?” He grunted in your ear.

“More,” you moaned, toying with him. “Everything.”

He fucked you harder, faster, filling the deepest parts of you, and by the time you felt his fingers on your swollen clit each breath you took was punctuated with a moan.

“Like this, sweetheart?” he mocked, knowing you couldn’t answer. All you could do was moan. “Always so fucking needy for me, aren’t you?”

(You both already knew the answer to that one.)

Glancing down, just the sight of his fingers working your clit was enough to make you come.

His cock slipped from you without warning, still in the throes of your orgasm, still moaning and writhing beneath him. Getting to his knees, he straddled one thigh while pulling the other around his waist, keeping you on your side as he slipped back between your walls. The new angle had your eyes rolling back in your head every time he filled you.

Noticing your breasts bouncing with each thrust only inspired him to fuck you harder, his hand soon slipping up you body, fingers pinching and tugging at your nipple, the sharp sting bringing an overwhelming mixture of pleasure and pain.

“Mine,” he growled, demanding you admit it; that you were his, that you’d never want anyone else again. But you weren’t there yet, and your denial had him pounding his cock into you even harder, making you come again.

Rolling you onto your back, he pulled up both of your legs as he sank back inside you, lowering his body over yours, letting you feel his weight on top of you. His lips ghosted yours but, when you tried to kiss him, he pulled away, smirking. His movements turned slower, more purposeful, letting you really feel him. It was almost too much after everything you’d already been through, but you soon realised that was the point.

“See how easy it is to empty that head and stop overthinking when you give in to me?” His hand cupped your cheek and he smiled down at you. “This is why you’re mine, sweetheart. No one else will ever make you feel this good.”

As your back arched off the bed, Billy lowered his head, capturing a nipple between his lips, sucking and nipping, while his fingers found the other, tugging and twisting until it ached. It wasn’t long before you started to tremble beneath him, moans stacking and getting louder, nails tearing into his back as you tried to hold on.

You clenched around his cock, so close to coming, when he took hold of your wrists, pinning them above your head.

Then he pulled out.

“Billy -” you practically sobbed, desperate to come, not understanding why he'd stopped.

“Say thank you for the camera, Billy,” he instructed.

You stayed quiet, defiant, realising what he was doing. He wanted to make you change your mind.

Squirming beneath him, you tried in vain to pull from his grasp. His cock filled you again, giving two deep thrusts, almost enough to push you over the edge before pulling out again.

“All you have to say is thank you,” he told you again.

With the way you were bent beneath him, you couldn’t move, couldn’t free yourself. You hated how much you were loving being restrained by him, hated the thrill that ran up your spine as he kept edging you, knowing you well enough to pull out each time you got close. Minutes passed, the demand made over and over, keeping you on the precipice until your eyes were watering and your body was shaking.

But you didn’t ask him to stop. You didn’t want it to end; naively, you thought you could beat him. You couldn’t.

“Thank you!” You finally cried out, broken by him.

“For?” He prompted.

“Thank you for the camera, Billy.” You whined desperately.

“You’re going to keep it, aren’t you?”

Fuck, he’d managed to trap you.

“Yes!”

He grinned, pitching his cock inside you again, fucking you fast and hard enough to finish both of you, his thrusts finally turning languid and lazy as he emptied himself of every last drop inside you, and you clenched around him, unable to stay annoyed as you fought to catch your breath.

“I’m really glad you decided to keep the camera, sweetheart.” Finally letting you lower your legs back to the mattress. And, before you could answer back, his tongue was in your mouth and you were surrendering to him all over again.

END NOTES : I know it's late to be posting a Christmas chapter but I had it written and I thought it was pretty cute (albeit in a smutty fucked up way) and I enjoyed writing it so, here we are. Normal posting schedule will start again on Friday!

Thanks for reading and sticking with all the ups, downs, and dirty parts of this fic!

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Loved your little sister fic.!! So adorable!!! ❤️ Its so cute for a little sibling reader lmao.Anyways. I saw requests open, and I had to request. Little sister turtle reader x The rottmmt bros-

Hear me out. Reader is like a HUGE fan of food, and has a "burrito blanket" and constantly bickers her brothers to let her spin on a pole above fire like a rotisserie chicken. She just wants to feel like food lmao 😭 Poor 10 year old turtle girl, She's just a pure innocent sunshine.

Reader is hungry 24/7 and loves mikey's cooking sm. Like this girl full on makes Donnie store some snacks made from mikey into his battle shell for her when traveling or leaving the lair lmao. You know what animal crossing villagers do when food is placed in front of them?? Yeah. Reader does that.

Bonus : Reader is really good at martial arts and fighting, and beats the shit out of a really tough villain. And when she's done, shes just innocent and is like "Can we have tacos for dinner??" While her brothers are just like.. "wtf just happened."

Ooh I love this request so much! I love the idea of a little sister who’s chaotic about food. Also reminder [n/n] = nickname

Rottmnt x little sister! Reader “Food Lover”

Y/N is 10 years old, the youngest of the siblings, and LOVES food

And I mean LOVES food more than anything.

Like it might honestly be her special interest at this point. Loves trying new foods, love learning about foods, and loves cooking when she can (which is rarely because one time she didn’t have older brother supervision around the stove… that ended up being a chaotic day)

She even owns different food related things, like blankets, plushies, etc

Likes to get the food experience as well. As in, will sit by fires wrapped up in her tortilla blanket to pretend shes cooking (even though the fire tends to dry out her skin as being a type of sea turtle)

Has also asked to be wrapped in tinfoil by or above the fire (to which, her brothers completely don’t support… not only will she dry out heavily but also it’s just not healthy and they’re afraid she’ll actually be cooked alive)

But to make her feel better about not being able to pretend to be food being cooked, Leo will team up with Donnie to make a huge strainer for Y/N to fit in and put her underneath a hose and pretend to wash her like fruits and veggies

She will also absolutely devour any food in sight, including eating everything that Mikey makes… even if it’s six servings, for each sibling plus Splinter

Whenever she eats someone else’s food (usually because she has a big appetite, occasionally to get back at her brothers for pulling a prank on her or something… looking at you Leo) and that brother will stare at her and she’ll just be like “what…?”

Man just let her eat the dang food!!

But even if she eats everyone’s dinner, especially if it’s Mikey making it, she’ll usually ask for more because she loves the taste so much

When she occasionally joins missions, she’ll sometimes make Donnie whip out a snack for her mid-battle. Doesn’t matter if he’s charging at someone or what, he’ll use one of his metal claw hang thingies to take a snack for her and toss it at her

They let her come along sometimes if they know it’s a pretty low stakes mission so she can watch them fight to learn how battles go and to learn moves from her brothers

She also trains outside of battles, and loves it, and because she’s doing all this exercise it just makes her more hungry, which is why she’s pretty much constantly eating

That and she expends a lot of energy being a chaotic little sister in general lol

But one night the brothers decided that Y/N could go on this mission with them that they thought would be pretty low stakes, just a classic foot clan plan that needs to be stopped as per usual

Except… they decided to bring a different partner along the normal two that they fight

A new recruit I guess??

But yeah the brothers didn’t predict this

(Well, Donnie probably did, let’s be honest)

Anyway. He should’ve told someone that he predicted this cause the new guy was pretty buff, like someone who does hardcore military training as a hobby

How the guy got recruited as a low rank with the other two foot weirdos is nobody’s guess

But regardless, Y/N was brought to the battle, and with this new, super buff guy they got their hands full

So Y/N, observing from afar at first, ultimately decided to help her brothers

“No one kicks my brothers like that but me!!” She yelled when the buff guy kicked Raph in the stomach

So she, being the weird brave girl she is, sprung into action! And… she actually landed hits on the guy?!

Needless to say her brothers were impressed

She managed to hit the guy a lot and with her quick agility she was able to dodge his attacks like nothing (practice from when her brothers try to hold her back from eating all the pizza… she just slithers her way out of their hold and climbs over them)

But anyway she’s actually doing really well in the battle?! She focused more on dodging in the first half to psych him out, but landed punches and kicks like nobody’s business!

(She might’ve also kicked him in the balls at one point lmao)

But yeah, in the end, she managed to dodge his head butt last minute, making him smash his head into a wall. Y/N dusted off her hands on her shorts, her mask tails dramatically flowing a bit in the non-existent wind, proud of her victory

(And the brothers managed to take down the other two foot freaks quickly per usual)

But when they were done they just stared at her and her ability to hit hard and dodge when needed. When he finally knocked himself out, she smiled and watched the buff guy fall to the ground when he became unconscious

She then turned to her brothers, who were standing next to each other. She ran to them “I’m hungry! Can we make tacos for dinner?!” She said excitedly, shaking her hands side to side at the thought of eating

“Uh, yeah, sure…” Leo said, still a bit in disbelief

“Aww baby sister you deserve all the tacos in the world!” Mikey said, making Y/N squeal a bit

“But.. where’s you learn all those moves, [n/n]?l” Raph asked, still a bit amazed at her combat power and fighting style being so developed at a young age.

“The beans must be spilled” Donnie whispered to himself dramatically.

Y/N just smiled, climbing onto Donnie’s battle shell to open it and grab a snack. She opened a bag of chips, and before stuffing her face she said

“Well I’ve watched you all fight so many times… so I guess I learned from the best!”

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WHUMPAY 2023

Well, this is earlier than usual… But, as a thanks for all y’all’s help getting prompts together, I’ve decided to release the list earlier! And, well… With the new ‘Extreme Edition’ addition, I figured a bit more prep time may be warranted.

Rules:

You only have to use one (Or two, if you’re doing the extreme edition.) prompt a day! But you’re welcome to use multiple if you want to, and it still counts for both.

I know the description of the blog says it’s a writing event, but if you want to draw or make other kinds of content, that’s cool too.

Have fun, tag content warnings (such as noncon, graphic violence, etc) and try not to be crushed by the mortifying ordeal of posting your writing.

This is a pretty chill event so you can start posting whenever but I’ll be reblogging posts made to the #Whumpay2023 tag throughout May.

EXTREME EDITION: Made to be used together with the normal prompt list, the extreme edition prompt list has 31 types of whumpees for you to use. This is entirely optional, and you don’t necessarily need to do them in order. I know it says bonus points, but it basically is just bragging rights.

(Prompt list under the cut.)

GROUP ONE: PHYSICAL WHUMP 

Day 1: Heatstroke

Day 2: Asphyxiation 

Day 3: Physical Torture

Day 4: Passing Out From Pain

Day 5: Near-Death Experience

GROUP TWO: MENTAL WHUMP

Day 6: Psychological Torture

Day 7: Betrayal

Day 8: Claustrophobia

Day 9: Lotus-Eater Machine

Day 10: Trapped In Own Body

GROUP THREE: WHUMPER TYPE

Day 11: Intimate Whumper

Day 12: Good Whumper / Bad Whumper

Day 13: Reluctant Whumper

Day 14: Vengeful Whumper

Day 15: Unintentional Whumper

GROUP FOUR: CARETAKER TYPE

Day 16: Bad Caretaker

Day 17: Parental Caretaker

Day 18: Reluctant Caretaker

Day 19: Carewhumper

Day 20: Enemy-To-Caretaker

GROUP FIVE: SICKFIC

Day 21: Working Through Illness

Day 22: Surgery

Day 23: Worse Than It Seems

Day 24: Allergic Reaction

Day 25: Deadly Illness

GROUP SIX: SICK FIC

Day 26: Scars

Day 27: “I didn’t know where else to go.”

Day 28: Self-Isolation

Day 29: “I won’t let them hurt you anymore.”

Day 30: Nightmares

Day 31: Forced Relaxation

ALTERNATE PROMPTS:

X. Sadistic Choice

X. Epistolary 

X. Dehydration

X. Anger Born Of Worry

X. Death Wish

X. Stress Position

X. Gore

X. Just Out Of Reach

X. Hurt/Comfort

X. Magical Whump

EXTREME EDITION:

Whumpee Type:

Day 1. Vampire

Day 2. Young

Day 3. Stoic

Day 4. Winged

Day 5. Whumper-To-Whumpee

Day 6. Immortal

Day 7. Defiant

Day 8. Demon

Day 9. Villain

Day 10. Possessed

Day 11. Multiple Whumpees

Day 12. Robot/AI

Day 13. Cowboy

Day 14. Team Leader

Day 15. Werewolf

Day 16. Team Outcast

Day 17. Mermaid

Day 18. Asshole

Day 19. Fairy

Day 20. Hero

Day 21. Healer

Day 22. Soft

Day 23. Comedian

Day 24. Compliant

Day 25. Monster

Day 26. Traumatized

Day 27. Touch-Starved

Day 28. Stockholm Syndrome-d.

Day 29. Vengeful

Day 30. Ghost

Day 31. Alien

#whump #whumping #whump prompts #whump writing #whump event #whumpay #whumpay2023

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Respect or Privacy (1)

Tucker is excited for everything about college, even having a roommate for the first time. At least, he is until his roommate Danny turns out to be standoffish and a little bit of a dick. Whatever. It's a disappointment, but he'll survive. The same might not be said of Danny.

This is my first fic for Phic Phight 2024. The prompts I used were:

College AU where the characters don't meet until college and Danny has to hide his halfa status from his dorm roommate (your choice which character that is) [from @shadowfaerieammy], and Tucker fucked up. Hard. But it’s like, how the hell was he supposed to know that hacking the federal government was a bad idea? [from @lexosaurus]

You can also read it on AO3.

Chapter 1: Fuck Around (Chapter 2)

[No warnings apply]

Tucker was excited for college. After the nightmare that was high school (his dad's "just be confident and people will like you and treat you well" advice had been complete garbage), he was looking forward to a school experience where everyone had actually signed up for and more-or-less wanted to be there. He was looking forward to studying programming and information technology, and spending six hours a day on average hanging out with people who were just as interested in those subjects as he was.

Then, obviously, there were the college girls—big bonus to this whole experience. Lastly, he was looking forward to the dorm experience. He'd always been kind of lonely growing up. He was an only child, and he'd never had any close friends. Honestly, he'd been closer with his bullies than he had been to the other guys in the A/V club his mom had convinced him to join which was... embarrassing.

But all freshman were required to live on campus, and he'd signed up for a double room, meaning that he would have a roommate who would have no choice but to spend time with him, and as a result, they would have to get used to each other, and learn to live with each other, and inevitably become best friends—at least until the end of freshman year.

When Tucker reached his new dorm, room 416, he could hear grumbling and shuffling on the other side of the door. His roommate must already be here. He grinned as he opened the door.

"Hey, roomie!" Tucker greeted cheerfully.

His roommate jumped at the sound, and slammed a dresser drawer closed on his finger. "Fuck!" he yelped, and turned around with a wide-eyed look on his face like he'd just been caught doing something illegal.

"Uh... sorry," Tucker said. "Didn't mean to spook ya."

"Heh, you didn't... I mean you surprised me, but I wasn't like... scared...." He cleared his throat and gave Tucker an awkward forced smile. "I'm Danny."

"Tucker Foley." Tucker tossed his duffel bag onto the empty bed and gently placed his box of tech on the desk next to it. "Looked like you were struggling with that drawer, whatcha got in there?"

Danny's smile fell. "Look, I don't wanna sour our relationship right out of the gate, but that's really none of your business. I would appreciate it if you kept your nose out of my stuff."

"Uh... okay, sure," Tucker agreed. "Wasn't trying to be nosy or anything, anyway. Sorry."

"Good," Danny said, the tension in his body language easing slightly. "As long as you respect my privacy, I think we'll get along fine."

Tucker smiled, but he felt his heart sink. 'Respect my privacy' sounded a lot like it meant 'leave me alone', and 'leave me alone' was pretty much the same as 'I don't want to be your friend', which sounded a lot like all Tucker's hopes for dorm life flushing down the toilet.

"So where're you from, Danny?" Tucker asked. "Or is that information too personal."

Danny paused before answering, like he was genuinely trying to decide if it was too personal or not.

"Illinois," he said finally. "You?"

"Illinois, also. What town?" Tucker asked. "Man, wouldn't it be wild if we grew up in the same place and never met before? I'm from Elmerton."

"Elmerton? Ew," Danny said with a laugh. "I'm an Amity Parker. I'd rather die than live in Elmerton. Elmerton sucks."

"Hey! It may be kinda boring, I'll give you that much, but it's still better than haunted-ass Amity Park!" Tucker argued, thankful it seemed like things were starting to lighten up a bit between him and his new roommate. "At least I didn't grow up surrounded by a bunch of evil ghosts taking revenge on the living."

Tucker was laughing, but just like that, Danny's demeanor got cold and closed off again. Shit. Tucker let his laughter awkwardly trail off, wondering what he'd said wrong. Man, making friends was even harder than he thought.

"Is that all your stuff?" Danny asked. "Just the one bag and a cardboard box?"

"Oh! No! I still have some things to bring up; I left them with the dorm supervisor. I better go get 'em."

"Yeah, you probably should," Danny agreed. "I wouldn't put that much trust in the dorm supervisor, he seemed kinda shady."

"Er... right."

Tucker went down to grab the last of his stuff, and by the time he reentered the dorm room, Danny was gone.

He sighed. "Great first impression, Tuck. Well done."

Danny must've arrive much earlier in the day than Tucker had, because most of his stuff was already unpacked. His bed was made and everything. As Tucker's eyes wandered over Danny's side of the room, they were drawn to the bottom drawer of his dresser, the one he'd accidentally slammed his finger in, trying to make sure Tucker didn't see what was in it.

"I shouldn't," he said out loud. "Danny literally asked for one thing—that I respect his privacy."

Poking around now would be completely stupid. It would ruin my chances of ever being friends with him. Tucker reminded himself internally.

Still, he couldn't tear his eyes away from that drawer.

And he doubted Danny would be back any time soon. It wouldn't be dark for a few more hours at least, and Danny was clearly avoiding him.

Against his better judgement, Tucker knelt down on the floor and opened the dresser drawer, expecting to see sex toys, or lingerie, or something similarly embarrassing. Instead, he found strange, futuristic looking weapons and technology. It looked like alien shit. Was Danny secretly an alien? No, that was stupid.... Right?

Tucker slowly pushed the drawer closed again, questioning everything he knew about the universe.

He would have preferred sex toys.

No, they had to be earthly technology, because Tucker distinctly remembered seeing a logo emblazoned on everything that said 'Fenton Works'. All he had to do was look that up online and put his mind at ease. Danny seemed like a... fairly reasonably guy. There had to be a good explanation for him having a cache of high tech weapons in a college dorm. Although, to be honest, it wasn't looking too good at the moment.

Tucker unpacked his box of tech, set up his desktop PC set up and plugged in his laptop and PDA to charge. Then, he looked up Fenton Works, which brought him to an absolutely hideous orange and teal website for what seemed to be a small family business in Amity Park that specialized in ghost hunting and developing ghost hunting technology.

A sigh of relief escaped him.

Danny definitely wasn't an alien. He was just another paranoid Amity Parker, worried about ghosts attacking, even though they were all the way in Wisconsin. That was probably why he'd tensed up when Tucker made a crack about ghosts before. Tucker's dad sometimes went to Amity Park for work, and he said they were super serious about ghosts there, and didn't appreciate jokes about their haunting situation. Honestly, Tucker should have known better from the start, but he'd thought they were riffing. He hadn't gotten all offended when Danny made fun of Elmerton.

Whatever. He could apologize when Danny got back. In the meantime, he started programming his class schedule for this semester into his PDA, making sure there would be room for homework—and, more importantly, college parties.

As the days passed and classes started and the two of them both got busier, Tucker made an effort to talk to Danny as much as possible, and even though Danny smiled and responded politely, he always dodged any personal topics. Also, Tucker was pretty sure he was avoiding spending more time together than was strictly necessary, but he couldn't be sure. Still, he was determined for he and Danny to be friends.

"So Danny, I heard about this party one of the frats is hosting to draw in pledges," Tucker said. "Obviously I'm not planning to join a frat, but it could still be fun. Wanna come with me?"

"Uh... I'm not really a party person," Danny said apologetically. "I'm more of a bed person, enjoyer of sleeping and chilling."

"I get that, sure, but don't you want to meet people? Make friends? Maybe find a girlfriend? Or boyfriend, I don't judge."

"Thanks, but no thanks," Danny refused. "You have fun, though."

Tucker left it at that, but he couldn't help wondering what exactly was up with Danny being so standoffish. Did he have a problem with Tucker in particular, or was he just anti-social? It wasn't exactly unusual for someone not to want to go to a party. It could be that he didn't like crowds, or loud music, or being around drunk people, or frats in general. There were plenty of reasons Danny might not want to go—and no evidence that Tucker was part of the reason at all.

That didn't stop Tucker from wondering if he was.

That trend continued for the first month. Tucker would invite Danny to do something as friends, and Danny would decline for one reason or another, no matter what it was Tucker had proposed. Everything from parties in the dorm, to just going to get coffee or tea before classes, whether it was loud or quiet, crowded or solitary—even going to study at the library in silence, Danny always had a reason to say 'no', and Tucker was starting to take it personally.

"Okay, what's your deal?" Tucker demanded after Danny once again refused to join him, this time for literally just takeout in their dorm room—Tuck had offered to pay and everything. "Do you have some kind of problem with me, or something? I just want us to get along and shit, 'cause we're roommates, and we have to live with each other all year, but you keep shutting me down! So what gives?!"

"Nothing," Danny insisted. "Honestly, I'm just not hungry."

"Yeah, this time you're not hungry, but you refused laser tag 'cause you're not very athletic, and studying at the library 'cause you had other plans with your classmates, and coffee before class 'cause you don't drink coffee—even though I've literally seen you drinking coffee before!" Tucker snapped. "Dude, it's ten pm, and you haven't eaten since breakfast, you can't not be hungry, so what's wrong with you?!"

Danny flinched at the question, but Tucker couldn't feel too bad for mildly offending the guy who'd been blowing him off all month.

"Nothing," Danny said again, not meeting Tucker's angry gaze. "I'm just... I'm just a regular, ordinary guy. So go ahead and order takeout if you care so much, I'm not gonna stop you."

"No. That's not good enough," Tucker insisted. "I been trying to hang with you since we moved in, and you keep blowing me off for no good reason. So what's the issue? Is it 'cause I'm black?"

"What?! No!"

"Then what?! Give me one good reason why you're treating me this way?"

"Look, it's not about you, okay?"

"Oh, you're gonna pull out an 'it's not you, it's me'? I'm not your overbearing girlfriend, I'm your roommate, and all I wanted to do was get along."

"I don't want any friends, okay?!" Danny finally burst out. "I don't have any problem with you, I just... I just think I'm better off on my own."

All Tucker could do was stare in disbelief.

"I made up excuses because I didn't want to offend you or anything, because I didn't want us to be on bad terms," Danny continued. "We're still roommates. I know that, and I'm not so stupid that I wanted to torch that relationship right out of the gate, but I'm not looking for someone to be best friends with, you know? All I wanted from a roommate was mutual respect and privacy."

"Why?" asked Tucker at length.

"What do you mean 'why'?"

"I mean, why do you want to be alone all the time?" Tucker pressed. "I been there, and it sucks. It's lonely and sad and pathetic and people make fun of you for being some kind of defective human being who can't get anyone lo like you. Why would you want that?"

"I like my solitude," Danny mumbled. He was back to not being able to look at Tucker again.

"You're afraid," Tucker refuted.

"What makes you say that?"

"It's obvious," Tucker said. "I don't know why, but for some reason you're just fucking terrified of people getting close to you? So what is it? Are you terminally ill or something? Do you secretly just have a totally shitty personality? What?"

For a long moment, Danny was silent, but he did tilt his head up to look Tucker squarely in the eye before speaking.

"That's none of your business."

Tucker's forehead wrinkled and his mouth fell open incredulously. Slowly, he shook his head. "Fuckin' fine. Whatever," he said finally. "You want a roommate who'll leave you alone—you got it. But mutual respect is off the table, 'cause you just lost mine."

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sunflower, chapter six

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summary: opening the door to see the person you like, right after you read some delicious smut? Sure, that’s not gonna make it hard for you to concentrate…

warnings: reading an erotic novel, mild embarrassment, teasing, being all hot and bothered, talk of virginity, the smut she’s reading is just from this stranger things fic I wrote a while back

word count: 1015

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“God, you’re so fucking cute!” Lorenzo squealed and nipped your boob.

“Being such a good girl for us,” Dmitri groaned in your ear, causing the hair on the back of your neck to stand up.

“Making all those gorgeous sounds,” Lorenzo chimed in, “you’d think you were the musician.”

Jaw slack, breath ragged, your eyes darted across the page. Completely curled in on yourself in the weird position you’d found yourself in on the couch. It didn’t matter that your left leg was starting to go numb, you could not move even an inch, just sit there, and take in the story.

A few rhythmic knocks ripped you away from your daze. Practically tossing the paperback onto the coffee table, you straightened yourself out and went to answer the door. Face completely flush, a tomato really, you swung it open.

You should have predicted that it would be Spencer standing there, honestly, who else would it be? But to see him immediately after reading something like that made you look at him just a little differently, not that you hadn’t been drooling over him before, this was just a new kind of high.

You attempted to say hello, but choked on your words, just standing there, with heavy lids.

“Hey,” he smiled, waiting for you to let him in, and when you didn’t move to do so he quirked an eyebrow, “may I come in?”

Although you didn’t really register his words, you still nodded but didn’t move aside for him. A tingle fluttered down your spine at the sound of his voice. It did not help he had been the star your mind had picked in the imagining of the book’s plot. Picturing him doing the things… saying those words…

“Y/n? are you okay?”

Closing your eyes, you raised a hand in an effort to make the time stand still in order to find the answer to that question. Where you okay? Yes. Yes, you were. Now that he was here, standing in front of you, were you still okay? Maybe?

Deciding to just hum in agreement, you finally moved to the side, letting him pass, closing the door behind him.

Finally finding some words, you asked, trying and failing to sound casual, “how was your day?”

Looking around the room a bit, he smirked, “it was fine, though probably not as good as yours.”

Scrunching up your face in confusion, he raised his eyebrows at you and nodded down towards your coffee table.

Oh god. Oh fuck! It was still there. Why did you just put it on the table? Why not hide it behind a pillow? Rushing over to snatch it up, you swiftly hid it behind your back, “it’s nothing,” you tried.

“Hmm, I don’t know,” he grinned, walking around you, trying to get a look at the cover, “hearts aflame by-, what does it say? I think it’s got to be a pretty good book to cause this reaction from you.”

Scrunching your face up, you threw your head back and admitted, “okay, yeah fine. I was reading a, uh, romantic book. I’m allowed such luxuries as erotica! Why, do you have a problem with it?”

Immediately losing his short-lived teasing mood, he defended nervously, “what? No, I don’t have a problem with it, I’m from Vegas, I don’t have a problem with it,” then quickly added, “I’ve read my fair share of erotic literature as well!”

“Well, good,” you exclaimed awkwardly, then turned and hid it somewhere in your bookcase. “There is no problem with me reading something like that, even if I haven’t-, I-,” struggling to figure out how much you wanted to share, ”I can still enjoy them even if I can’t fully relate.”

“Oh,” he said quietly, then promptly widening his eyes in realization and repeating, “oh! Oh okay!”

You’d expected him to have a different reaction when he found out. You were 25 after all. “Okay?” you hesitated.

“Oh, yeah,” he reassured nervously, “I was around your age too when, you know.”

“Oh, okay,” you nodded slowly.

“And you know, I don’t expect anything from you, I mean even if you weren’t a virgin, you’d still-, I,” looking down at his hands, “you decide when, how, even if! I’d still be completely contempt with that!”

“Well, um, I do want to do stuff,” you looked down at the floor, “with you, at some point… I think about it quite a lot…”

“You do?”

“Yeah, Spencer. I might be a virgin, but I’m not a nun,” you giggled.

“Oh,” he blushed, “okay.”

Quiet surrounded you for about a minute before he quipped, “so that book…” biting his lip to hide a growing smile, “you think I should read it?”

“Um, I don’t think you’d like the plot. I mean, Cherry Vixen is good at what they do, but it’s no Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.”

“Doesn’t mean I wouldn’t like it,” he smirked, cocking his head to the side, “maybe it could teach me a little more about you-”

Cutting him off you suggested, “oh, okay Spencer,” searching, trying to find some subject that could make him stop, “how about we play some chess?” coming up with the solution as you spoke the words.

Getting the hint, he stopped his teasing, “sure. You wanna go use mine?”

“Well, I don’t have a board, so yes,” you stated, “also, you should probably teach me because I have no idea how to play.”

“Deal,” he agreed with a warm smile.

Muttering under your breath as you walked out into the hallway, “hah, yeah, I’d like to see you try and do those things…”

“What?” he asked.

“What?” you echoed.

“What did you say?” he chuckled lightly.

“Nothing! Let’s go play some chess and forget about this…”

Walking in front of you to unlock his door, he reminded you teasingly, “oh, but I have an eidetic memory. Even if I didn’t, I wouldn’t dare to forget.”

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― pairing : Minho x fem! reader ― content warnings : angst with a happy ending, smut, fluff, grease! au - therefore it's the 50's, fake dating, unprotected sex (wrap it up y’all), ― word count : 2.502

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Minho roughly bit your shoulders as he came, buried deep inside you, while pushing your back a little more into the locker room’s lockers. He still had his left hand over your mouth in order to muffle your moans, and his right hand under your leg, supporting your weight.

«Stop clenching so much, love.» Minho’s strained mumbles came a bit muffled due to him still talking against your skin. You answered with a breathless laugh, re-adjusting your position as best as you could due to your post-orgasm state.

«Thank you for that, I love you.» Minho chanted, running a hand through your hair as soon as the both of you fixed your clothes.

«You really don’t have to do that when we’re alone, Minho.» you sighed, enjoying the sensation of Minho’s affectionate touches. «Unless you’re still practicing.» you ignored the sting you felt in your heart to that last phrase, but you also ignored your fake boyfriend’s hand momentarily stop.

«Yeah.» Minho’s gaze adverted from yours. «It’s practice. Well, I have to go, now, love.»

With lingering eyes, you watched Minho walking out of the locker room, before you decided to finally collect yourself and go towards your next class.

Honestly, you were extremely pissed at yourself for not managing to pay attention to the professor’s lecture, since your mind kept entertaining your with flashback about your situation with Minho, overthinking and overanalysing every small detail.

You sighed to yourself, absently copying the notes your teacher was writing on the blackboard but your mind was full of Minho roughly closing your locker asking – begging, you to be his fake girlfriend until the school ended.

Due to your having a small crush on the boy, you said no at first, but damn, he was persistent. Minho started to literally appear out of thin air, just to ask you to fake date him for six months.

«What’s in for me?» you asked back one day.

«Me, amazing sex, wonderful kisses and hanging out with me and the boys.» Minho answered immediately, with a cherubic smile. «Amazing sex is a special bonus.» he added, confidence dripping from his voice. You accepted few days later, and Minho wasted no time and took you home immediately that afternoon.

«We have to practice,» he said back then, «casual touches, kisses, everything. We have to look like a real couple.» You said yes, once again. Ignoring how your heart would skip a beat anytime his hand would brush against your skin or his kisses would become a little more passionate. You were stiff at first, Minho was so intimidatingly handsome, and on top of all, the more time it passed, the more your crush started to develop in something more.

The whole “friends with benefits” things added itself to the list one rainy afternoon; Minho’s hands would be all over you during a playful fight, and before you knew it, he had pinned you against the bed, your hands next to your head firmly trapped in his strong hold.

«So, love. Who won?» Minho’s raspy voice mumbled against your skin, before closing the space between your lips. You were completely fine with the feeling of Minho’s left hang lifting your thigh over his waist, caressing you over the thick fabric of your jeans; you were completely fine with the feeling of Minho’s mouth kissing your neck as far as your shirt allowed him to. That afternoon, your kisses never stopped, instead they only grew more and more passionate, until you went from sharing kisses by pulling on his leather jacket to sharing kisses by tightly gripping on his biceps as he was thrusting inside you in a rough pace.

Even if you tried to repeat yourself to “think of it like a game,” you couldn’t help to notice that, sometimes, his kisses would be a little bit softer, he would fuck you in a little more slow and gentle manner, and those “I love you” he always said were spoke in a kinder, almost honest voice.

Five months into this agreement, and he still did not understood that anytime you said, “I love you, too” you actually meant it, in the most sincere and honest way.

Five months into this agreement, and you stuffed all the hope you’ve ever had next to the incoming feeling of heartbreak you’re ignoring deep in your chest.

With an annoyed groan, you sat next to Felix on the red leather couches of the Frosty Palace, right after ordering a milkshake. You rubbed your temples, in the vain hope to make your thoughts and feelings disappear.

«A penny for your thoughts, Lady.» Felix deep voice said, gently tapping your shoulder.

«You already know, Lix.» you answered with a dejected sigh, not sparing him a glance.

«I’m sure he likes you, he’s just dumb.» Felix ruffled your hair, and you laughed together. Felix, along with the others members from Stray Kids, knew about your fake dating agreement, but Felix had been the only one to realize that you were not actually faking. Well, actually, you told him yourself.  

«Please, don’t tell me you’re thinking about-»

«When you broke down in tears at one of Jisung’s parties and told me everything? » Felix completed your sentence, before taking another big bite from his burger. «I basically think about that anytime I see you. You were really ugly with make-up running on your cheeks.»

«See? This is why you’re still single.» you chanted, stealing a fry from his plate. As you were laughing together, you met Minho’s gaze, an unreadable expression on his face.

You froze for a moment, the fry you stole still hanging from your lips. Did he hear something?

«So, you and Felix?» Minho asked later that night, as he walked you in front of your house. It was a small habit he always had: he would drive you home, then walk with you for literally 15 steps until you were in front of your door.

«What about him?» you stopped on your porch, waiting for him to kiss you goodnight – another strange habit he had, considering you weren’t dating for real.

«You seemed to be close since Jisung’s last party.» Minho held your hand, trying to hide his annoyed voice, but failing. All the hope you have been trying to hide under the carpet, suddenly came back full force, your heart picking up speed.

«Why, are you jealous?» you squeezed on his hand, raising an eyebrow.

«Why wouldn’t I be?» Minho scoffed at that, his hand escaping your tight hold. «I’ve been trying to make you understand about my feelings for months!»

Your head was spinning; you listened at Minho’s unexpected outburst with wide eyes. Was he confessing, or were you having a fever dream?

«I thought…» you started with a weak voice, unsure what to say. «I thought it was fake-»

«Was it for you?» Minho scoffed once again, interrupting your sentence. «Because to me, it was not.» Minho reached out to hold your hand, but something between his outburst and the sudden confession of your feelings being returned made you tense up.  Minho sighed, misinterpreting the signal you gave him, but nonetheless he let you go, and took a small step away from you.

«I’ll see you at Jisung’s party, tomorrow. So we can break up.» Minho nodded at you, accepting your silent reaction, and strode beck to his car, and away from you.

You did not know why you froze up like that. All you wanted to do was to hug Minho, to desperately cling on his shirt and tell him that you loved him, and yet, you did not.

You spent five months suffering about the feelings you believed being unrequited, and now, you ruined everything in less than five minutes.

You arrived at Jisung’s party long before Minho. Taking it as a perfect opportunity, you told the boys everything that happened the night before in front of your house.

«And I thought he was the dumb one.» Felix sighed, lightly flickering your forehead.

«Listen up, I panicked!» you groaned, muffling your voice by hiding it in your hands.

«You’re lucky I’m about to save your ass.» he mumbled, but you didn’t pay attention to him. The boys agreed to help you on your desperate mission to sort things out with Minho before he could tell anyone that you broke up.   The task would have been easier if only Minho did not show up to the party with a girl, which was definitely not you.

Needless to say, he avoided you for part of the evening, and few people asked you about your relationship. Minho never got too close to the girl; he never hugged - or worse, kiss her, but the mere thought of him showing up with someone else the night after he confessed, made your guts spin in anger.

«Trouble incoming, 12 o’clock.» Changbin mumbled behind his cup of alcohol, as he kept his eyes fixed behind you.

As you turned around, you saw Minho walking towards your group, once again, with an unreadable expression on his face. Abandoning every kind of rational thought that advised you to clear things up before you tried to do anything stupid, you started walking towards him with rushed steps, and as soon as you were in front of him, you stood on your tiptoes, hugging his neck and connecting your lips in an apologizing kiss. You felt Minho froze in his track at your sudden actions, but he gradually relaxed and kissed you back with a soft sigh. Minho’s arms snaked around your waist, pressing your frame against his body.

«Let me steal him for a second.» You absently told the girl next to Minho before holding his hand and hastily leading him upstairs.

«Care to tell me what’s the meaning of this?» Minho leaned against the now locked door of one of Jisung’s spare bedroom, crossing his arms in front of your chest. You stood there, in front of him, shifting your weight from one leg to another as you tried to find the right words to start with.

«First of all… Who is that girl?» you asked, your voice smaller than you planned to. You heard Minho scoff, and you felt just like yesterday night, but with reversed roles.

«Why, are you jealous?» Minho seemed to have thought about that too, since he asked back, his voice unsure almost as he was afraid to hear another rejection.

«Why wouldn’t I be?» you repeated his words, finally looking into his surprised eyes. Minho looked as you took a step forward; if he reached out, he could touch you, if he took a step forward, he could close the distance between the two of you. «Listen, Minho. Yesterday night… I panicked really badly. The truth is, I completely return your feelings.» due to the closeness, you could hear Minho’s breath hitching and so you went on. «I really love you so much sometimes it scares me, and Felix knew-Lix knew everything. This is why we got “so close”; because during Jisung’s last party, I broke down in tears in front of him and threw a temper tantrum about how I love you and I firmly believed my feelings were unrequited and-» Minho’s lips muffled your next words, as he trapped your lips in a sweet, lingering kiss; you held him tight, and he held you tighter in return.

It was probably the messiest kiss the two of you have ever shared, your lips chased each other between giggles and few tears of happiness, but it was definitely perfect. Matching your messy kiss, the both of you managed to walk towards the bed with uncoordinated steps, falling on the bed in tangled limbs.

«Wait.» you interrupted the trail of kisses Minho was leaving on your neck. «The girl?»

Minho answered with an innocent smile, hovering above you. «She’s Felix’s date.»

«What?! Why did she come with you?» you shrieked, and Minho affectionately kissed your nose.

«He asked me to pick her up, she lives next to me.» he explained, and you sighed, both in realization and both due to Minho harshly biting and sucking on your neck.

«That fucking little Aussie, I’m going to-» you whimpered, as Minho pressed his crotch against yours while lifting your leg by pressing his hand under your bare thigh, «No, I actually owe him.»

«Love,» Minho’s hand travelled under your skirt, which was now pooling around your waist. His nails lightly scratched your inner thighs, before massaging your clit over your panties. «Could you please stop rambling about Felix when we’re about to fuck in one of Jisung’s super expensive bedsheets?» he empathised his sentence by harshly flicking over it, making you whimper in response.

As he promised, you and Minho had sex in Jisung’s silk sheets. Compared to the other times, Minho’s thrusts would were slow and gentle, brushing over your sweet spot with every deep stroke. He kept mumbling your name, mixed with a streak of heart-warming “I love you” and infinite other praises, confessions whispered against your lips as if he was talking about secrets no one else should have heard, despite the bed creaking and occasionally hitting the wall – luckily Jisung had an habit to keep the volume of the juke box insanely high, so you’d doubt anyone heard.

For the first time, you came at the same time, squeezing your intertwined fingers as the sensation of the orgasm spreaded through your bodies, and your lips locked together in a kiss.

«How do we act now? Like, we start counting from today like it’s our first day as a couple, or we act like we sorted our shit out from the beginning?» Minho mumbled into thin air, once you were cuddling, relaxing on Jisung’s soft mattress.

«Your choice, avoiding heartbreak was enough for me.» you sighed, enjoying this moment so much you didn’t want to go back downstairs.

Minho shuffled to look at the clock, still keeping you in his hold. «Well, then. It’s 00.15, and it’s literally our sixth months anniversary.»

«You owe me 25 bucks.» Felix told Changbin as soon as you and Minho joined the boys once again, his palm flat towards the boy. However, the money never got into Felix’s outstretched hand.

«I’m gonna take this,» Jisung said, snatching the green banknote from Changbin’s hand. «As a compensation for the maid who’s gonna clean up that room tomorrow.»

You blushed furiously, wondering if what gave it off was your matching messy hair or the fresh hickeys covering your neck, but Minho brushed it off with a laugh, hugging you from behind and resting his chin on your shoulder.

«Tell her to check the door.» Minho joked, and you were pretty positive he added a wink at the end of the sentence.

Jisung’s eyes shifted between the two of you, a sigh escaping his lips «I wonder if you’ll ever stop venting the horny side of your youth in my house.» 

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“I’m stuck in a time loop.” Several things happen on Bucky’s face in such rapid succession that you can’t quite make them out. In the end, he settles on his eyebrows tilting upwards in confusion. “Sorry, could you say that again?”

i'll keep this short and to the point, folks. time after time is returning this summer.

so in preparation for that (and to give myself a little more prep time as well as an actual deadline) i decided i'm going to do an official reread with you all, starting this friday 💚

each week, i'll reblog one chapter and tell you about my personal favourite parts and maybe share some behind the scenes stuff or cut scenes. i'll also answer any questions you want to send in focusing on each of the chapters that are already published.

this little event is meant to introduce new readers to the fic in more manageable chunks (bc i know the length can be intimidating) as well as remind everyone else where we left off before we continue on with the story. that means my interactions will remain spoiler-free on a chapter-by-chapter basis unless explicitly indicated otherwise!!

my (updated) schedule

07/07 – one: turn back the clock | reread commentary

14/07 – two: twice upon a time | reread commentary

04/08 – three: every day's a holiday | reread commentary

25/08ish – four: groundhog day

01/09 – five: carousel

08/09 – six: butterfly effect

tbd – frequently asked questions about time travel & eternal sunshine of the spotless mind

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hopefully, come september, i'll be able to continue posting chapters on a weekly or biweekly basis, with a bonus chapter or reread add-ons in between. i'm hyped for continuing this story with you all. thank you for your patience with me and the overwhelmingly encouraging comments i've gotten on this story so far. happy time loop day x

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Lovers & Friends (18+ Fic)

Pairing: Keigo Takami x Black!Fem!Reader (Friends to Lovers)

Synopsis: In which you and Keigo have begun to realize the strange new feelings you both have for each other after one drunken night at a close friend’s wedding that ends with you in his bed, but because of your longtime friendship and committed relationships with other people, you’re more than happy to forget that night even happened and keep your mutual feelings in the dark…for now, at least. 

Story Warnings: Smutty smut; 18+ (MINORS GET AWAY); Cheating/Infidelity; Mating; Light Degradation; Spanking; Exhibitionism; Multiple Positions; Creampie; Unprotected PIV Sex; Facials; Scent Play; Marking; Spitting; Deepthroating; Cunnilingus; Begging; Edgeplay; Power Play; Daddy Kink; Some Angst; Hurt/Comfort; Mild Violence

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer's Note: This was one of my favorite chapters to write too. I like writing Keigo as a three-dimensional character with all these vulnerabilities & shit. -Jazz

Chapters: One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen. Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen. Nineteen. Twenty. Bonus Chapter.

Read on AO3 here!

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Chapter Fourteen: Not a Part of the Plan.

“You’re kidding,” Rumi gasps. “You almost killed the guy?!” 

It’s the next night––a warm Saturday night––that is buzzing with activity. Especially at the bar Keigo finds himself at with Rumi and Dabi who specifically came out to see them.

They’ve been here for an hour so far and have been keeping track of the time Dabi has left before he’s forced to go back to his cell. Two prison guards are posted very closely to him during their bar romp––one standing near the door and the other outside in the van, possibly sleeping at the wheel. 

Dabi sits across from Keigo next to Rumi in their booth, sipping on his second glass of Jack Daniels and smoking a cigarette that he makes sure to smoke away from Rumi unless he wants a face full of her fist. 

They sit at a more secluded area of the dimly-lit yet cozy bar by a few mounted heads of stuffed animals and a pool table that isn’t occupied yet. Keigo is glad he came out tonight to the bar despite the place being packed to the brim and the crowd getting rowdy as the night goes on. He didn't feel like being alone tonight…not after what happened last night. He needed to see his friends’ faces and get some advice on his situation. 

“Not true,” he says. “I said I was thinking about it; I’m not about to catch a case with the career I have and have Y/N hate me forever.”

He already gave them the rundown of his meeting with Rei at your and Rum’s condo last night, earning a gasp from Rumi like she was watching a soap opera and a throaty laugh from Dabi. The dark-haired ex-villain shakes his head disappointedly now, taking a cherry from the bowl sitting between them. They’re supposed to go in Rumi’s cocktail, but they’ve been eating them instead. “That’s a shame,” he tsks. “You could bunk with me and we’d be cell buddies.” 

His crystal blue eyes tick up to Keigo’s, a lightheartedness to them. He knows that his friends is just trying to make him laugh, but it isn’t helping. Especially considering that he damn well could’ve beat Rei to a pulp if he let his anger get the best of him. It’s been bothering him all day how close he was to doing it. 

He hit up a party catering company himself a week ago, paying them early and extra for setting up shop. He decided to throw it a couple blocks away from the Gala in the basement of a small event venue where proms and bachelor parties are thrown. He loves basement parties, and low-key events even more. 

He groans, putting his hands in his hands. “God, I feel like I’m going insane!” he huffs. "I don’t know why I even did all of that.” 

Rumi narrows her eyes at him from across the booth, pausing mid-sip of her rum cocktail. She then reaches across the table to smack Keigo on the shoulder, making his skin sting. “Because you’re in love with Y/N, dumbass!” she practically shouts. “If you can’t see that now then you’re at a total loss. You’d might as well tell her.” 

Keigo rolls his eyes at her “advice”. Like telling you would even matter now. That would only make things much worse! “You’re not really helping me out,” he tells her grimly. “Our relationship is rocky enough as it is. Why the fuck would I tell her I love her, especially now that she’s back with Rei?” 

That only gets him a shrug of Rumi’s shoulders who he can tell is just about tipsy. “If not that then tell her how much of a bitch her man is,” Dabi comments. He pops another cherry out of the bowl and sucks on it before ripping the soft berry off of its vine with his teeth. “Especially with his acting.” 

Keigo’s ears perk at this, confusion on his face as he sips his own bottle of Jack Daniels. “What, you don’t find it convenient that he asked for Y/N back only a week before the Heroes’ Gala?” Dabi questions, raising an eyebrow at his friend.

Rumi agrees, popping a cherry for herself to put into her mouth. “And several months away from the ranking ceremony,” she adds. “Now that you mention it, Dabi, it does seem kinda weird. Y’know, you would’ve made a perfect detective if you weren’t into terrorizing people.” 

As the two begin to talk among themselves about the careers Dabi could’ve had if he wasn’t in LOV, Keigo’s head whirls with the implications behind their words. Rumi is right: the Gala is only a week away. There will be cameras and news reporters and adoring fans waiting patiently for the award winners to be announced which often have a good outcome for rankings at the JP Event. It all has to do with popularity.

….Wait. 

As soon as his thoughts connect, Keigo chokes on his Jack Daniels and nearly spits it out of his mouth. He roughly swallows the liquid and begins to hack into his fist, his throat burning and tears springing into his eyes.

Rumi and Dabi react immediately. Dabi passes him the pitcher of water left for them while Rumi leans over the table. “Fuck, Keigo, breathe!” she huffs, patting him hard on the back. 

Keigo continues to cough until he’s able to breathe properly. “Rei’s a bitch,” he chokes out. Rumi rolls her eyes, lifting the water pitcher for him. “Yeah, we know that. Now sip the water before you die.” 

Keigo leans forward and attaches his lips to the pitcher, letting Rumi pour it down his throat. He continues to clear his throat and dabs at his eyes with a napkin, slowly recovering. Once he’s sure he’s okay, he finishes his thought: “Rei doesn’t really want Y/N back; he’s just tryna get his award and a higher ranking. He’s using her for publicity.”

He grips the napkin, crumbling it into his fist. “Oh, that motherfucker,” he angrily growls, his feathers sharpening along his wings. 

Rumi looks just as mad while Dabi is busy sipping on his bottle. “Guess you’re just gonna have to go over and have a word with Y/N,” he deadpans. “If her man is there, you have a word with her and fuck him up.” Keigo nods, more than ready to get his hands dirty and help you see the truth about your scummy boyfriend. 

“Want me to come with?” Rumi asks, already standing up. “I can cancel my pussy appointment for tonight. I’m sure she won’t mind me visiting her tomorrow.” Dabi chuckles at this as he ties a knot with the cherry vine. “I’d volunteer too, but if I get found out for fuckin’ somebody up, especially a hero, I’ll get my perks taken away again.” 

Keigo shakes his head as he stands up, popping the collar to his jacket. “Naw, you two stay here,” he says, already looking towards the exit. “I’ll handle this shit myself.” He then takes a swig of the rest of his bottle before departing from his friends, zooming through the crowd for the door. 

“Go getcha girl, Hawks!” Rumi encouragingly calls after him. “And use the door this time!” 

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When Keigo zooms over to your apartment, he makes it there in ten minutes flat with how fast he’s going. If you had seen him, he’d look like a red comet shooting across the sky. 

Like a jackass, and as usual, he doesn’t listen to Rumi to use the door and goes around to your windows when he gets to your condo. However, your bedroom window isn’t open nor is your living room window so he has to walk through the lobby and travel up the elevator like a normal person.

When he gets to your floor, he races across the hallway to your door and practically throws himself against it. Then he begins knocking on it like a crazy person, hollering for you. “Y/N!” he calls through the door. “Open up, it’s me! I have to talk to you!” 

He continues to knock until you finally come to the door, looking fine as hell in your stretchy pink shorts and cropped Plus Ultra tee, your braids tied back in a ponytail. “Keigo?” you question, scowling at him. “What’s going on? Why are you knockin’ on my door like you’re the feds?” 

He stands there, breathing heavy and possibly smelling like the bar, but he didn’t have time to freshen up. “I’m sorry,” he sighs, composing himself but the urgency inside of him doesn’t let up. “Listen, there’s something I need to tell you.” 

He opens his mouth to continue but freezes when he sees Rei stepping out from the kitchen with a silver mixing bowl in the crook of his arm. As soon as their eyes meet, Keigo wants to toss a couple feathers at the motherfucker and pin him against the wall like a game of knife throw.

Rei’s smirk is calloused and cocky as he steps behind you. “Oh, Hawks, it’s you!” he says with false happiness. “What a surprise. I didn’t realize Y/N invited guests for our dinner tonight.” 

You look from him to Keigo, eyeing him suspiciously. “I didn’t.” Keigo doesn’t like you giving him that look–like you can’t trust him. If you can trust anyone in this world, it’s him! You told him that the night you slept together. Was that just the alcohol talking? He sure as hell hopes not. It would break him if that wasn’t the truth. 

“I haven’t seen you since Fatgum’s wedding,” Rei continues, poking the bear harder and harder. “How’s Sakura doing? She looked wonderful at the reception.” His smirk grows wider, reminding Keigo of a twisted version of the Cheshire Cat. 

“She’s fine,” he replies, balling his fists at his sides. He is trying hard to keep himself composed and under control, but your man is pushing it. “Listen, Y/N, can I please talk to you for a minute?”

His eyes flick to Rei who stands a little too close to you. “In private?” he adds. 

You still look incredibly confused but you allow Keigo your time to him anyway. “Uh…sure.” You turn to Rei with a reassuring smile. “I’ll be right there, Rei. Just keep stirring the sauce.” Rei nods and makes a show of sneaking his hand around your waist before pecking your cheek. “Nice seeing you again, Hawks,” he says before leaving you two alone. 

You step out into the hallway, keeping the door open a crack. “What’s goin’ on?” you ask, crossing your arms over your chest. “Why do you look like that? Did something happen?” His eyes flicker to your chest and the way your arms squish your breasts together so tantalizingly. Fuck, this is the wrong time to be eyeing you down. 

He looks away back towards your face and takes a moment to gather his thoughts. There is a part of him that wants to turn around and leave to spare your feelings, but he knows that that isn’t ideal. You’re his friend and he loves you, so you deserve to know the truth, no matter how painful it may be.

“Okay,” he exhales. “This isn’t gonna be easy to tell you, so just bear with me. Have you ever thought it weird that Rei suddenly asked for you back only a week before the Gala?” 

You stare at him blankly for a few seconds, his words processing in your pretty brain. Then they begin to register across your face but not in the way he was hoping. You look angered and irritated, and all of it is directed at him. “What are you implying, Keigo?” you sharply ask with a scowl. “That Rei just wanted me back just for publicity or something?” 

Keigo awkwardly toes the floor with his sneaker, an embarrassed flush enveloping his face. He didn’t exactly prepare for this. “Uh…yeah,” he timidly answers. “Not to mention for a higher ranking. You did say the guy cares a lot about his status, right?” 

You suddenly let out a chuckle which startles him. He wasn’t expecting that. But then he realizes that you don’t believe him. Him! Your best friend. Your partner in crime and righthand man. That hurts him more than he wants to admit. But when he continues to stare at you silently, that disbelief in your face disappears. “You’re being serious,” you say, realizing this isn’t a joke. 

Still, he doesn’t say anything. He is more afraid of how you’d react if he did say something. Your scowl turns into a glare, your eyes angered. “Rei wouldn’t do that to me and I don’t appreciate you coming over here giving me this bullshit,” you hiss. “Why would you think that poorly of him?” 

“First of all, it’s not bullshit,” Keigo sternly replies. “I’m telling you the truth. Rumi and Dabi even–” 

“And why do you think I’m not worthy of a good relationship?” you ask, sounding absolutely hurt. Keigo’s stomach drops. That isn’t at all what he thinks or how he intended to make you feel. “That’s not true!” he protests. “Baby bird, I–” 

“Don’t call me that,” you hiss, visibly flinching at the nickname. 

He falters, his feathers drooping sadly at your reaction to the name he’s been giving you as old as time itself. “Y/N,” he corrects himself, your name tasting sour on his tongue in this scenario. “I only want you to be happy, and though I highly dislike Rei, I would be overjoyed if he was a good guy for you, but he’s not. I know he can’t make you happy the way you deserve to be.” 

You scoff in response at his words, making him flinch. “What, and you can?” you harshly chuckle. “Is that what you’re here for? To sweep me off my feet as if you don’t have a girl already?” You shake your head in disbelief at him, like you can’t believe he even exists. “I can’t believe you, Keigo. You really think everyone is just for the taking, don’t you? You’re so selfish.” 

If the cutting edge of your tone does not skin Keigo’s heart, it’s your words. They are beyond hurtful. They take him and transform him into something that he isn’t: a backstabbing, self-serving asshole whose only mission is to get you all to himself. He can’t believe you really see him as that. “Are you bein’ serious right now?” he weakly asks, squinting at you. 

But you’re on a roll, too irate to see the hurt in his eyes. “You have no regard for anyone else’s feelings but your own. You just do what makes you feel good; fuck everyone else. It’s all about Hawks.” You motion toward him with your hand, your smirk hard and humorless. “I know Rei isn’t your ideal vision of a partner for me, but you’re mistaken if you think you’re one too.” 

Keigo staggers back a bit as if you’ve stabbed him. And you did because that one hurt. Not only do you think that he’s a horrible friend but that he’d also be a horrible partner. You think he is scum.

And maybe he just might be, but he would never ever tell you all of this for selfish reasons. And he certainly wouldn’t try to split you up with someone if he knew they were right for you. But you don’t seem to understand any of that, and after years of being friends, that cuts him deep. 

He stares at you for a moment, wondering if he should make any of this known, but your glare tells him that you’re not willing to reason.

“Wow, okay,” he scoffs, irritation flooding him at your refusal to see the truth that is right in front of you. “You know what? Forget it. I came all the way over here not to steal you away from Rei, but to help you understand that you deserve so much better than that flashy asshole. But if you’re okay with bein’ used as a publicity stunt, then that’s fine by me. If you don’t realize that everything I do is to show you how much I love you, then I don’t know when you will.” 

As soon as the words are out of his mouth, he realizes the mistake he made. You must realize it too because your next question makes the tension in the air much thicker: “Does that include fucking me?” you curtly ask. 

Keigo stares you down, trying to weigh his options here. “That was a mistake,” he sighs heavily. 

“Was it really?” you ask, sounding rather timid and as if his response hurt you. The way you wrap your arms around yourself makes it seem as if you’re soothing yourself, giving yourself the comfort you won’t allow Keigo to give you. He heaves a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. “YN, please,” he practically begs. “Let’s just talk about this.” 

But you’re done with the situation, already turning to go back inside. “Just leave,” you tiredly say. “I don’t wanna talk to you right now. Just go home, alright?” Before he can say anything more, you’re closing the door in his face, shutting him completely out of your life. 

He stands there for a moment, realizing the gravity of what just happened. He lost you, his best friend. The only woman he loves. “Fuck,” he growls lowly.

Then again, louder this time, a scream ripping from the deepest depths of his frustration: “Fuck!” He doesn’t care if anyone hears. For all he cares, they can sit down and have a front-row view of this tragedy.

He can’t believe he fucked up this bad. Now you don't even want to see him. What if this is it? He feels that it is. As soon as you closed that door, you ended your friendship and cut him out of your life. He wants to knock again and apologize, take it all back, but he knows that you’d never look at him the same way. He will forever be the jealous asshole who tried to break you and Rei up with a lie. 

And for your sake, he hopes that this is all just a misunderstanding and something he is throwing out of proportion. For your feelings and that heart of yours, he hopes that Rei is a good man to you. 

He goes home, feeling like the whole world is crashing down around him. But when he enters the lobby to go up to his penthouse, he doesn’t expect to find a certain pink-haired woman standing at the front desk in a white top, a flowery mini skirt, and heels.

Recognizing her immediately, he scowls confusedly at her, his heart lurching into his throat. “Sakura?” he asks. 

She jumps and turns around, looking at him like she was just caught with her hand in the cookie jar. They stand in silence for a moment, both trying to decide what to say and when to say it. Sakura goes first, clearing her throat. “Hi,” she timidly says, adverting her gaze. 

“Hey,” Keigo replies, still confused. “What are you doin’ here?”

Sakura clutches the strap to her tote bag to her stomach, looking nervous. “I wanted to talk to you in person,” she sighs, peering up at him with regretful eyes. “I’m sorry about what happened last Friday. I had completely jumped to conclusions and didn’t take your workload or career into account.” Her bottom lip begins to wobble, indicating her true feelings. “I’ve just been missing us.” 

Keigo withers seeing her look so down, feeling shitty for how Friday night ended. Even shittier for his feelings for you. “I’m sorry, too,” he softly says. “I didn’t mean to hurt you that night. I’ve just been dealin’ with a lot; most of which I don’t wanna worry you with.” He steps towards her, gently taking her hand into his. “I’m sorry I’ve been so distant. You deserve so much better than that.” 

And he does. She deserves the world, as sweet of a girl she is. Why she is back here for someone like him, he has no idea, but if you can make it work with Rei again, then he can make it work with her….right?

‘No,’ his conscious tells him. ‘Because Y/N told Rei the truth. Like an asshole, you still haven’t done that yet.’ 

“I’ve been missing us too,” he sighs. “But I don’t want us to be together if you don’t know the truth.”

Sakura’s face grows wary, meaning she’s already getting a bad feeling about this. “About what?” she softly asks. The worry in her eyes pains him. Even now, she is still concerned about his wellbeing. He squeezes her hand, already leading her to the lobby exit. “C’mon, let’s take a walk. I’m not likin’ all of these eyes.” 

Really, there isn’t anyone watching and he knows he’s being paranoid, but he’d prefer this conversation away from the lobby and somewhere more private.

So he takes her outside and walks her over to the fountain bubbling in the middle of the valet parking lot. It is empty and no vehicles are pulling up due to it being so late in the night. Keigo feels somewhat calmer standing by the fountain, the cool spritz of water gently caressing his skin. All he hears is the water and his blood rushing into his ears. 

“Is everything okay?” Sakura asks, her brows furrowed in concern. He drops their hands and puts his own in his pocket. “Actually, no, Sakura; everything’s not okay.” His body begins to grow hot and his heart hammers against his chest. He wants to bolt, but he refuses to. He needs to be an adult. He needs to be a good partner, even if she refuses to see him after this. 

“What’s this about?” Sakura asks, sounding even more worried than before. Keigo keeps his eyes on hers, refusing to look away from her. “I’m so sorry, Sakura,” he sighs. “I’m so sorry for everything. You deserve none of this. You’re such an amazing woman…way too amazing for me.” Guilt and shame begin to eat him up on the inside, even worse than how he was feeling before. 

“What do you mean?” she asks, blinking those big, blue eyes at him. She goes to hold his hands again, taking each of them into her own. ‘I’m here,’ she silently says. ‘You can tell me.’ 

He licks his lips, lubricating them as his nerves start to get the best of him. “I haven’t been the man that you deserve for such a long time now. You deserve someone who is going to love you for every amazing part of you. As intelligent, sweet, and beautiful as you are, I’ve refused to appreciate any of that…and there’s a reason for that.”

He hangs his head in shame, staring at Sakura’s hands encased in his. A lump begins to grow in his throat the more he tries to push the truth out. “The reason is because…because…” 

“Because you’re in love with Y/N,” Sakura finishes. 

Keigo pauses, his eyes widening in awe. It’s like a record scratches. Sakura just blankly stares at him, no amount of anger or hurt in her face. “I….what?” he dumbly asks. “H-How did you–“ 

“It was kinda obvious, Keigo,” Sakura states, but not unkindly. More matter-of-factly than anything. “I’ve known for a while now, but I just never wanted to say anything. You’ve always had a different relationship with her than you have with your other friends.”

She looks down at her pretty heels that she probably slipped on tonight just for him. “Plus, I wanted to try again with you because I did see myself being with you.” 

As if Keigo couldn't feel worse. The fact that she knew about his feelings for you the entire time, never mind why she didn't say anything, crushes him. He should’ve told her straight up a long time ago.

“I’m so sorry, Sakura,” he defeatedly says. “I’m sorry I didn’t discuss this with you sooner. I guess, more than anything, I just didn’t want to acknowledge how I felt.” He pauses for a moment to gather his thoughts and then dives right into delivering the horrible truth to her. 

“The truth is after Fatgum’s wedding, I made a horrible mistake,” he begins, making sure to breathe as he does. If he doesn’t, he's sure to pass out from his nerves. “I just got so drunk and…” He bites his lower lip, his mind racing, telling him to stop. But he can’t. He can’t avoid this anymore. “I-I had sex with Y/N,” he blurts. 

He expects Sakura to cry or even hit him, but she does neither. He can see the hurt in her eyes though and that tears him apart. “It was a horrible, horrible mistake and I’m so sorry for not telling you sooner. I just didn’t know how and I didn’t want to hurt you.”

He turns away to hide his face, feeling tears prick his eyes. He feels terrible like he doesn't want to be in his own body. He knows for sure that Sakura will want nothing to do with him now. And why would she? Someone as sweet and as amazing as her doesn’t deserve someone who is desperately in love with his own best friend. 

“I need to tell you something too,” she sighs. He turns to face her again, noticing the guilt that is evident on her face. “I-I’ve also fallen for someone else,” she softly stutters. “After I got sick at the wedding, Snipe gave me his number when he came to my aid and I just couldn’t seem to get him out of my mind.” 

Keigo’s mind traces back to the wedding when Sakura told him about the Ginger Ale his fellow pro gave her. “Wait, Snipe?” he asks, stunned. “You like Snipe?”

Pink similar to her hair shade coats Sakura’s cheeks. “After you and I had the fight at your apartment, we went on one date, I went back to his place, and we kissed, but I couldn’t go through with anything more. There was a part of me that felt horrible for treating you like that.” She looks down at her shoes, flattening her lips into a thin line. 

Now he knows that they could never be together again, not when Keigo is still hung up on you. As long as he feels these romantic feelings for you, there is no way he can be with anyone else. He was kidding himself thinking that he could.

“No,” he reassures Sakura. “You don’t have to feel bad for me, honey. I deserve to be treated even worse for doing you so bad. You deserve much more and better.” 

Sakura looks up into his eyes and he stares into hers. In the two twin pools of blue like the purest water, he sees no resentment, anger, or ice. Only hurt for what they could’ve been. Keigo can’t resist taking her into his arms and hugging her to his body. She hugs him back, hanging onto him tightly. “And I happen to know that Snipe is flyin’ solo for the Gala event,” he whispers. 

Sakura shakily laughs into his chest, indicating that she’s crying. Keigo can feel his own tears dawning on him. He’d almost prefer she scream at him instead of hug him back. To him, to receive such tenderness after doing her so dirty feels worse than a slap in the face and being called an asshole.

Slowly, she pulls away and dabs at her cheeks. “I’ll make you a deal then,” she says, piquing his interest. “I’ll call Snipe tonight and ask if out again if you tell Y/N how you feel by the end of the Gala.” She presses a hand to his heart, a kind smile on her pretty face. “Don’t let her pass you by, Keigo.” 

He doesn't tell her that you’re probably done with him. He doesn’t tell her that he has no plans to pursue you. All he does his smile and covers her hand with his. “I won’t,” he promises. “Thank you, Sakura.” 

Sakura then stands up on her toes and presses a soft, sticky kiss to his cheek. A kiss goodbye. “Go get her, tiger,” she whispers before walking off to her car, her heels clicking behind her and her pink curls bouncing. He watches her go, standing by the fountain even after Sakura pulls off, waving at him as she does. 

And in the back of his mind, there you stay. Damn you. 

#friends to lovers #keigo takami x black reader #hawks x black reader #feral hawks is the only hawks #black fanfic writer #smutty smut #bnha smut #my fic shit #black coded reader #keigo takami #my works

[carolrain]

Good Vibes Tuesday

Are we doing Good Vibes Tuesday again? Well, if not, I’m doing Good Vibes Tuesday a week late.

(Thank you for tagging me last week, @mostlyinthemorning, @jesuisici33, @trickiwooao3)

Here's how @mostlyinthemorning explained it: I'm in the mood for some positivity this morning, so let's share something that makes you happy about fandom*. It can be anything you like—a person or blog you appreciate, a post that made you laugh, a fic you liked, anything that puts good vibes into the world.

*fandom can be whatever you want it to be

I’ve been reading 5+1 Things fics (for Schitt’s Creek) and I think all of you who have written them are so creative and fun. I love the various ways the format and subjects are explained. Here are just a few of my favorite “thesis statements”:

Or One haunted bed and breakfast that wasn't and five perfectly normal places to stay that were.

Five times Ruth comes in to ask for a book from Stevie, and one time she brings Stevie one of her own.

Six of Patrick's first times - or, five times Patrick explores his identity, and one time he ends up exactly where he's meant to be.

Or 5 ways the robbery could have gone down differently and 1 way that it didn’t.

Or five times Johnny wasn't sure about Patrick and one time he was.

(or 5 things Patrick frames for David + 1 thing David frames for Patrick)

Five times Patrick could have come out to his parents and 1 time he did

Here are 5 sweet Christmas moments Marcy was so glad she got to witness plus 1 she really wishes she hadn't overheard.

Five times Patrick was cold (and David warmed him up), and one time he was nice and toasty (also because David warmed him up). Kind of.

OR 5 moments in his life where Patrick made a spreadsheet to help him decide and 1 time he didn’t.

5 times David calls 911 when he shouldn't (+1 time he calls when he should)

Five Dances Patrick Has At His Wedding That Aren’t With His Husband and One That Is (Plus a Bonus)

Five of Patrick's birthdays we don't see in the show, and one we do.

Five times Alexis and Twyla talk at Café Tropical. And one time they talk somewhere else.

Five times Rachel spends the night at the Brewers', and one time David does.

Five times Alexis ran from grief, and one time she didn’t.

Five (tender) moments in cars we didn't get to see between David and Patrick, and one we did.

A 5+1 in which Twyla wears Alexis' clothes and Alexis is steadily driven insane by it.

Five hikes Patrick took with Alexis, plus one he took with David.

OR 5 times Esthelle Janes runs into David and Patrick and 1 time one of them finds his way to her.

Five New Year's Eves that failed to live up to David's expectations and one that surpassed them.

Five times Patrick has a lot of thoughts about touching David. And one time he doesn't overthink it.

Ray’s adventures on Bumpkin: the aftermath of five bad dates and one good one.

AKA 5 times David overreacted and the 1 time it was Patrick.

literally just Patrick realizing he wants to marry david forced into a 5+1 things format

(I'll put titles, authors, and links under a cut.)

A Room With A Boo by @januarium

as close as pages in a book by @stereopticons

at the right time, in the right surroundings by spelling__bee (@emotional-synth-music)

Bein' a Villain, for a While by @weathereyehorizon

everybody knows the secret by @fishyspots

Frame of Reverence by @lilythesilly

got to let it show by heartwarestore (@phansterdam)

Have Yourself A Marcy Little Christmas by YouWereAlwaysGonnaBeTheOne

i don't wanna go a (cold) day without you by @thegrayness

If/Then by ishandahalf

In Case of Emergency by @rosedavid

It Feels Like A Dream When You Love Me Tenderly by wanderhomeagain

Just give me all your mind (I've got a surprise) by @yourbuttervoicedbeau

know that i'm yours (to keep) by singsongsung (@anniemurphys)

Let's All Start Living for the One That's Going to Last by @norskheks

like glass from sandy ground by @middyblue

nothing safe is worth the drive by wardo_wedidit

one single thread of gold (tied me to you) by doingthemost (@sarahlevys), @roguebebe, @sunlightsymphony

Rattlesnake Point by @streetlampsunset

Share Your Address by @colourcodedbinders

Should Auld Acquaintance Be Forgot? by iola17 (@beaiola)

Sometimes When We Touch by @delilah-mcmuffin

Swiping Regret by @treepyful

Take a chill pill by The_Forgotten_Nobody (@scarlett-ice)

what’s left is forever by roseapothecarys (@plainest)

What's giving you good vibes today? @lizzie-bennetdarcy @ramonaflow @demora00 @mallpretzles plus any of you other 26 people I tagged should feel free to jump right in.

#good vibes tuesday #schitt's creek #schitts creek #sc fanfic #sc fic rec