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asimmutableasgravity · 1 year

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minnie's Very Good icemav fic rec list!

icemav is such a massive ship but its hard to find fics for it :((

so here are some i liked :))

(this list isnt definitive i have not read a lot, i know there are good ones I missed pls tell me If u have any good recs!!)

fics by @boasamishipper

when i see your face (oneshot, 1k+)

In which Maverick Mitchell wakes up from surgery, high on painkillers, and hits on his husband.

sweet! very cute! maverick rly is a dumb dumb boy

Word on the Street (oneshot, 1k+)

Sharon looks down at her wedding ring and says a prayer for the handsome Navy pilot that’s heading their way. He’s got no idea what he’s in for. / Or, Iceman and Maverick versus the Real Housewives of Fallon, Nevada.

look i also know nth about housewives but this is adorable and hilarious and sometimes we need an outsider pov, est relationship btw!

baby, baby i'd get down on my knees for you (co-written with @academicgangster or simplecoffee on ao3, multi-chapter, 18k)

Or, the Wooing of Iceman Kazansky by a Very Smol Mr. Darcy

(Five times Maverick proposed to Iceman, and one time Iceman accepted.)

OH M,YGOD YOU DONT UNDERSTAND THIS FIC MAKES ME LOSE MY MIND AN DIE AND CRY AND ITS SO SWEET AND ADORABLE AND I MISS THEM SM HGBGKLDS

between the lines of fear and blame (oneshot, 1k+)

extreme whump extreme, most icemav fics hurt mav and i think mav deserves a little better. just a little. this is good also

Out of all the things Maverick had expected to eventually kill him — getting caught in someone’s jetwash, being shot out of the sky, his plane’s engine exploding — getting shot by one of his students in a civilian bar didn’t even make the top ten.

He never expected Ice to take a bullet for him, either.

There's a first time for everything.

fics by @susiecarter

and gamble for the sun (one-shot, 1k+)

It's like this: Maverick and the Iceman make bets, sometimes.

OH MY GODDD OH MY GOD THE TENSION THE IDIOTS IDIOT OT LIKE 3K ITSLOVELY AND SO SO GOOD PERFECT TENSION AND EVERYTHING (in my notes I wrote that they write rly good summaries I just wanted to tell you that)

A Shared Cup (one-shot, 7k+)

hard 2 exp but its a soulbond au and I LOVE THOSE I LOVE THOSE I LOVE THOSE READ THIS NOW AND GO INSANE W ME

It was only a training exercise.

It was only supposed to be a training exercise.

fics by @compacflt

this isnt like a thing about the fics but on ao3, the profile says commander of the pacific fleet (wouldn't that be hilarious if the actual compacflt were on ao3? national security hazard) and that's possibly the funniest thing I've read today

Easier Said Than Done (100k+, series)

"So you just wanna be the best at everything, huh?"

"Yes," Kazansky says seriously, then, confused, squints at him. "Don't you?"

"Of course not," Maverick says. "I just wanna be the bestpilot."

"Huh," says Kazansky, wondering if there's a difference betweenMaverickandMitchell. "Maybe you shoulda stayed at TOPGUN, then."

(Or: Tom Kazansky rises through the ranks while trying to stay a good man. If he ever was one to begin with.) (When We Get Around To Talking About It, 65k+)

"We can start here, I guess. If we're talking about us," Pete says. "Nineteen-eighty-six. The first thing I thought, when I saw you in that O-club, was: Iceman isoff-limits.Capital O, capital L."

Despite himself, despite the fear, Tom laughs a little. "Oh, yeah? Why's that?"

"Well, first off, we were competition. And yeah, you were attractive, but then you opened your mouth and I swear. You were just an asshole. Goose is trying to introduce you to me and here I am thinking about how much of an asshole you are. Shut up about Cougar, asshole."

"It was supposed to be a friendly competition!"

"Yeah, right. So that's what I was thinking: he's attractive, clearly doesn't know how to talk to other men, might be into the proposition if I framed it the right way. But he's an asshole, so this competition is just gonna befriendly." Pete pauses. Then he says, "Ice, you wanna get married?"

And that's how they start talking about it.

(Or: they finally get around to talking about it. And Maverick's got a couple extra memories.) (Debriefing (& Other Stories), 60k+)

look its rly long. but this whole series is wonderful. if ican ever print out one top gun fic to have and to hold irl I would buy more paper and print both of these ones. absolutely lovely and it doesn't feel long its just a good good good time and the classic icemav fic

ALSO HONOURABLE MENTION

Kings of the Air (@fabula-unica, 20k+)

Fighting and fucking: two things he did extraordinarily well. How could he have known what the effect would be when you combined the two?

ABSOLUTE HERITAGE FIC EVERY ICEMAV SHIPPER HAS TO LIVE AND BREATHE THIS FIC OH MY GODDD SO LOVELY SO SO SOS LOVELY read this fic. it has been waiting 12 years for you

ao3 etiquette is in order, if you liked it, leave a kudos and a comment :D I hope you enjoy these fics as much as I did !

#top gun #top gun 1986 #top gun maverick #icemav #iceman #maverick #tom iceman kazansky #tom kazansky #pete maverick mitchell #pete mitchell #icemav fic recs #icemav fics #top gun fic #minnie's manual #ill make a sereshaw one too once i get my life in order

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Chapter 56: Exposed

A/n: Okay ngl i rushed to get this on schedule so it’s not my best work but I still hope you all enjoy❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ TED PARK IS TOMORROW AHHHHHHHH Tag List is Open<3

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Pairing: Jeong Yunho x Reader

WC: 4.4k

Genre: Series, Fluff, Angst, Comedy, Idol au, Secret Relationship

Updates: Saturday 9 AM CDT (Hopefully)

Warnings: Cursing, Privacy Invasion, Dieting, Overworking, 18+Themes (eventually), Intense threats, Mention of suicide, Mention of violence

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Y/n’s POV

The soft whoosh of the sliding doors signaled safety as you were ushered quickly inside the building. One of your manager’s, Taehyun, still had his arms around you and your head tucked into his chest, shielding you from harm. Your bodyguard was close behind signaling for two other security guards to lock the front doors and barricade the fans outside.

As soon as you had stepped clear of the van you had felt someone yank you back by your hair. In an instant you felt overwhelmed by bodies scratching and pulling at every piece of skin, limb, or hair they could reach. It only took a few seconds before your guard pulled you out and helped Taehyun shield you from the determined mob.

His arms dropped to your back and Taehyun rushed you through the bustling lobby of SM Entertainment. You could feel all eyes on you; some sympathetic but most in judgement. For the first time in your life you felt…exposed.

Shame made your head heavy, eyes trained on the tiled floor as the two of you swiftly made your way to the elevators. The doors closed behind you back and you a glimpse of your reflection in the metal walls. The hat and mask you were wearing were no where to be found, probably lost to the sea of furious fans outside. Your hair was sticking out in weird directions and you began to feel pain in the sections that were pulled to hard. There were a few minor scratches and red marks on your face and arms, but you kept repeating in your mind over and over: It could have been worse.

Had you been outside your body and watching everything unfold, you would have found it comical hearing the cheery songs of your sunbaes play over the speakers of the small lift as you and Taehyun stood in silence, disheveled, with somber looks on your faces. Taehyun was shocked when a soft chuckle left your lips. All you could do was think about everything that was going on. The world was literally on fire around you and there was nothing you could do about it. Everything you had done to prevent this was all for nothing.

The sneaking around. The lies. The secrets. Everything you cared about was about to all go up in smoke because of some anonymous person on the internet. If you had known that you would have said ‘fuck it!’ and just been with Yunho anyway. You could have spent more time with him. Gone out in public. Done all the things with him that you had craved to do had you not had to hide. All you could do was laugh.

Your manager just stared, unable to process your actions as you slowly stopped and stared ahead a small look of fear coming over your features. The door opened with a small ‘ding’ and you exited the elevator first. “Well, that was terrifying.” He muttered under his breath.

Even in the empty hallway it felt like someone was watching your every move. The soft sounds of your shoes echoed across the corridor as you made your way to the private conference room. As you opened the door you were met with the states of your group members and Jaebong.

Your eyes then fell to the screen on the other side of the room. Though you had never seen it before, you were intimately familiar with the events happening in the video. Your stomach twisted in knots and you felt your throat close up. Yunho’s face was blurred out, but everything about you was clearly on display.

For a moment all you could do was stare at the screen, frozen in terror. Tears pricked at the edge of your eyes. Soojin wouldn’t meet your gaze and instead focused her furious glare at the table. Daeun looked like she was going to cry as she looked between you and the scene playing on the TV. Ria looked at you with an uncertain sympathy, as if she felt guilty for feeling bad for you. Beau gave a you a tight lipped smile but everything about her body told you she was uncomfortable and scared, something you had never seen before from her.

Jaebong stared at the screen and you were certain any moment he would break his resolve and beginning punching something with how white his knuckles were turning. A strangled moan came from the screen but what you said was covered by a censor. Whoever posted the video has take the time to remove any evidence that Yunho was who he was, including his name.

Your hand dropped from the door handle. “I’m gonna be sick-“ You felt the contents of you stomach begin to come up and you rushed from the room to the nearest bathroom.

Slamming the stall door open you fell to you knees and let what little was in your stomach spew into the toilet. You coughed, feeling a long piece of saliva hang from your lips. A hand came to rub your back and then pull your hair back away from your face. The motion of turning your head made you feel even sicker but you managed to catch a glimpse of Beau behind you, her blonde hair standing out against the dark blue stall walls.

Your beautiful friend grimaced and tried to rub soothing circles on your back to distract her from the smell and disgusting sounds coming from your heaving body.

Once the retching came to a stop you sat back and let Beau hand you a towel from the dispenser. “Are you okay?” She asked as you cleaned yourself off.

“Yeah…The video…and the messages. I saw those on the way over. The way you were all looking at me just…” You covered your face, hiding behind your fingers. If you started crying you knew you wouldn’t be able to stop. You were not going to cry.

Beau let out almost a relieved sigh. “Thank god- not going to lie I thought you were pregnant for a sec.” Her smile fell when she saw your wide eyes staring back at her. “You aren’t pregnant right?”

“I don’t know?”

“What do you mean you don’t know!”

“I mean I don’t know!?”

“How do you not know!?! When was your last cycle?”

You racked your brain trying to remember the last time you got your period. “I think it was the second to last week of tour? I don’t know!”

She stood up and paced the bathroom. “Okay let’s not freak out! We all skip sometimes. It’s the stress and the diets. This doesn’t mean you’re pregnant.” Your breathe started to quicken as a loud knock rang through the bathroom.

Beau rushed to the door. “What’s going on?” Jaebong’s voice was laced with a controlled concern. He was obviously still pissed but you knew that as one of your best friends he still cared about you. “Is Y/n okay?”

“Oppa…um…we may need a…”

“A what?”

“A pregnancy test….”

The silence that followed was heavy and you hung your head in shame. You were already putting so much on Jaebong with this surprise video and now he had to worry about a pregnancy scandal.

“One of the girls in marketing might have one.”

The door closed and Beau came back to sit with you on the floor. She reached for your hand and held it tight. The two of you waited for about ten minutes before Jaebong returned with a test. After following the instructions and placing the test on one of the sinks the two of you sat against the tile wall and started at the little blue and white stick.

“I don’t think staring at it will make the results come faster…” You whispered. Beau flicked your knee and shushed you.

So many thoughts were rushing through your mind as you waited. Had Yunho heard what happened? Was he okay? How were you going to tell him if you were pregnant? Did you destroy your group’s careers?

“What are you going to do if you’re pregnant?” Beau asked staring at the test across the room as if it was a sleeping snake.

You shook you head, playing with your shoelaces. “I have no fucking clue.”

“Are you going to call him?”

Should you call Yunho? Obviously if it was positive you were going to call him. He was probably in soundcheck for his next show. After this mess you didn’t know when you would get access to a phone next. “When they give us our phones back. Fuck- he’s probably freaking out right now. I’m going to have like fifty missed calls.”

“Well…time’s up.”

The two of you approached the sink it’s caution. Slowly you picked up the test. A huge breath you didn’t know you were holding shakily came out as you looked at the words on the tiny little screen.

Not Pregnant.

“It’s negative.” She watched you stare at the test, trying to decipher how you felt. To be honest, you had no clue.

After a moment she spoke up. “Are you ready to go back?”

You shook your head no and turned to her. “No, I’m not. But let’s go anyway.” Beau once again reached over and laced her fingers with your as the two of you walked out of the bathroom. Jaebong stood from his place leaning against the wall. His face said everything he was thinking. You shook your head and he let out a huge sigh, bending over- hands on his knees.

“You scare me, Y/n. Get your butts back to the room. I need to yell at all of you.” With a gentle shove he pushed us back towards the conference room.

Daeun and Ria turned as we entered the room but Soojin kept her eyes trained on the screen which was now showing a live feed of twitter. “Lovely.” You whispered as you sat down across from her.

Jaebong stood at the head of the table, tv behind him. Occasionally a particularly harsh tweet would catch your eye, pulling your attention from your manager.

“So- I’m going to yell…and yell a lot. I’m only prefacing this because I know Daeun cries when people yell at her so-….”

You turn to find tears already welling up in her eyes but the pretty girl smiles and gives an okay sign. “What do you mean- I’m fine!” Her voice breaks at the end and Ria can’t help but snort out a laugh. Soojin shoots her a sharp look that immediately silences the youngest.

“I don’t even know where to start,” Jaebong shook his head as he looked over at you. “Let’s not ignore the elephant in the room. Y/n…” a lump formed in your throat. Your eyes met his and you were waiting for the news of your contract termination to come forward. “Did you know about the video?”

“No, of course not!”

Beau huffed in her seat and crossed her arms. “Oppa, you really think if she knew about the video she and her boyfriend would have let this happen?”

Jaebong’s eyes widened and he shook is head, trying to process what your friend has just said. “I’m sorry boyfriend- BEAU, DID YOU KNOW ABOUT THIS?!”

“The video or Y/n and the guy?”

It was then Soojin met your eyes. A look of betrayal filled her sharp powerful features. “Beau knew? You told Beau but couldn’t tell the rest of us? You couldn’t tell me?” She crossed her arms, staring you dead in the eye.

“Soojin-unnie I-“

Her chair turned, pushing her body away from you. The room turned silent as heavy tension between you and your leader quickly built up. Finally Daeun spoke up, breaking the deadly silence. “So….is Y/n getting kicked out for breaching contract? Is there anything we can do?”

Jaebong ran a hand through his hair before reaching behind him and retrieving a thick stack of papers from the table under the tv. The JINXX five year contract. “That all depends.”

Your ears perked up. Did you really have a chance to salvage your career? “You mean she doesn’t have to leave?” Ria asked hopefully.

Your manager shook his head before flipping through the packet. “So, Y/n….this boyfriend…how long has this been going on?”

All eyes except Soojin’s turned to you. “Um….a little over a year.”

A scoff came from your leader while the other girls took the time to process the new information. Jaebong sighed but flipped a couple more pages and read through a few sections. The wait felt like an eternity before he finally met your gaze.

“You said a year?” You nodded, hands folded anxiously in your lap. “So…mid 2022?” Every last little bit of hope had wiggles its way to the surface of your mind as you waited for his answer. “No. Y/n did not breach contract.”

“What do you mean? She was dating? We are on dating ban until this Friday aren’t we?” Ria looked extremely confused, as if someone just placed a very complex math problem in front of her.

He shook his head, pass the contract around the table. “SM does have a dating ban for rookies, but it’s reevaluated after two years. If the group is doing well in sales and has no scandals in the first two years then the regular SM dating rule applies to the group: Date but not publicly.” You grabbed the contract from Beau and looked for the section that was literally saving your ass. “It’s not in the Relationships and Restrictions. It’s under Long Term Evaluation.”

A huge wave washed over you. It was like all of the thousands of pounds of weight that had been pressing down on your shoulders has suddenly been lifted.

“I’m not getting fired?”

Jaebong looked at you with serious eyes. “Y/n, are you absolutely sure that you had no idea about the video?”

“I had no idea it existed!”

“What about your boyfriend? Did he know?”

There was something about the look in Jaebong’s eyes that gave you chills. “What do you mean- are you saying you think he did this? You think he posted the video?!”

“Well, we have no idea who he is Y/n? How are we supposed to know? To us he is the most likely suspect!” Daeun explained playing with a pen on the table nervously.

“No….he-he wouldn’t do that…..there’s no fucking way that he knew about the video. If he did- he would have told me and taken care of it.” Did he know? Had everything been a lie? Even after all you had been through, you still wanted to believe that he loved you enough to never hurt you like this.

“This was clearly targeted to hurt you.” Jaebong pointed at the screen behind him. Thousands of hate messages flew by on the screen all aimed towards you. “If you tell me his name I might be able to help start an investigation.”

“It’s not Yunho.” The room went quiet once again. Beau rubbed her temple and Ria’s jaw dropped. Jaebong looked equally as shocked but was able to recover his stoic expression. “He would never hurt me like this. I trust him with my life.”

The man sighed looking at the emotion in your eyes. “That may be…but I didn’t see his face in that video.”

“I-….” The words got stuck in your throat. It felt like the walls were slowly closing in on you as thousands of thoughts rushed around your head. What if it was Yunho? Did he lie? Did he ever really love you? Why did it hurt so much to even think that he did this?

Beau’s hand found yours again. She gently stopped your hands from pulling at the skin around your nails. “It’s not Yunho.” She stated simply, staring down the man. “It has to be someone else.”

“So,” Soojin brushed a piece of hair behind her ear and stood from the chair. “What do we do to save JINXX?”

Jaebong shoved his hands in his pockets and looked around the conference room. “I’ll give all this new information to the higher ups. What will most likely happen is Y/N’s solo promotions will stop. You girls will focus on your next comeback-which will probably get pushed until the news cycle calms down.” The girls nodded, looking a little disappointed. Your manager turned his eyes to you, “I’ll need to talk with Y/n about some decisions she has to make before we craft an official statement for the company to release.”

You knew exactly what kind of choice he was talking about. It loomed over you like a reaper with his scythe, just waiting for his time to strike. “When will we get our phones back?” Daeun asked, timidly raising her hand.

Soojin simply pushed her hand down and pulled the girl up from the chair. The leader shook her head and the other pretty girl frowned. Jaebong sighed for probably the thousandth time. “Don’t worry. The company will side with you since this is clearly a malicious attack. Now- is there anything else I need to know?” He looked at every single one of the girls, holding a dead serious stare.

Ria raised her hand, a guilty look on her face. “So- um… I may be …talking with….Jung Wooyoung. But nothing more than that! I swear! We just….text a lot….and flirt…a lot…”

“You girls are going to fucking kill me one day- okay go on get out. Back to the dorms. Y/n- stay, please.” Jaebong shooed the rest of your group out the door. Soon only the two of you were left in the room.

He looked at you with a brotherly gaze, feeling very protective of you in your small and fragile state. “You’re absolutely sure it’s not him?”

“I don’t know what to think anymore.”

Jaebong took the seat next to you and gently patted your head before his hand dropped to his lap. His phone thunked against the hard wood desk as he slid it across to you. “Whatever decision you make….I’m here for you. I’ll support you. I’ll make sure SM does the same.” Tears pricked at the edge of your eyes as you looked at him, but you pushed them back down. “Call him.”

All you could do was stare at the phone for a moment. Jaebong didn’t rush you, instead he sat back in his chair, cheek pressed to his palm as he watched you contemplate what to do. Slowly you reached out for the phone, stopping a moment, but then deciding it was best to continue. You had made a decision.

Jaebong was going to support you no matter your choice. SM would support you. So why was this so hard? Something was holding you back as you dialed the familiar number. Taking a deep breath in you pressed call and waited for an answer on the other side of the line.

“Hello?” He sounded tired and there was a small crack in his voice.

“Yunho?”

There was a quick intake of breath on the other line before a shaky, nervous laugh followed. “Oh fuck- Y/n? Baby? I really needed to hear your voice. Are you okay? Please tell me you are okay. Do you want me to come home? I can be on a plane in the next two hours.”

“Yunho- I’m fine. Calm down, bear.” You sniffed, awkwardly meeting eyes with Jaebong. “Don’t get on a plane.”

“I tried calling you earlier…then we had to go into soundcheck and-“

“Do you have time before the show?” There was a moment of silence over the line. “Can we talk about this? I don’t have much time and I don’t know when I’ll get to call again.”

There were a few loud noises over his voice as he spoke. “Of course- let me go somewhere quieter.” Patiently, you listened to Yunho presumably run down a hall and click a door shut. “I can’t believe all this is happening. What’s going on with your company?”

“Better than expected.” After all this, simply hearing Yunho’s voice was threatening to push the tears onto your cheeks. Your skin felt hot and your throat was tight and dry.

“Baby…are you sure you’re okay? You don’t sound like yourself.”

“Yunho….” The man’s heart broke as you softly cried out his name. “I can’t do this- I-“ Jaebong reached for your free hand as the first tears fell from your eyes. “I don’t know what to do.”

You could hear Yunho’s voice breaking and you knew he was close to tears himself. “Please let me come home. Please….Y/n, let me come home for you.”

“No-“ You roughly brushed the tears away, bringing your knees to your chest. “Stay. You need to stay.”

The frustration and pain was quite obvious in his tone. “I need to be with you right now.” A long silence fell between you. You weren’t sure where to go from here. “Baby?”

“Did you know? About the video I mean?”

“What? Of course not- how could I-“

“Have you seen it?” He was quiet for a moment before answering ‘no’. “I saw it.” More tears slowly trickled down your face.

“Why would you watch it?”

“It’s just me. It’s not you.”

You could only imagine the confusion on his handsome face. You could picture his brow furrowing like it always did when he was frustrated or puzzled. “Wait- what do you mean it’s just you?”

“I mean- you’re not in it. It’s just my face. Yunho….I can’t do this.”

“It’s okay…we can do this together. We can fix this…together-“

“No-Yunho….I can’t do this….us.”

For a moment he listened to your shaky breath as you tried to hide the fact your were crying very poorly. “Y/n, I love you.”

“I k-know.” You felt your heart tear in two. The pain was so much that you needed to scream but it took everything in you not to. “I-I ca-can’t let you…love me…when it’s hu-hurting me this much.” You hiccuped between tears.

“Y/n, take a deep breath, love,” It was clear he was trying not to cry himself, yet he was still trying to comfort you. “I didn’t mean for this to happen-“

“I’m not saying it’s your fault.” You choked out between the tears. “It’s…it’s not your fault, Yunho.” Jaebong squeezed your hand, before getting up and handing you a tissue. “We didn’t know this was going to happen.”

“Y/n let’s fix this…please.” His voice cracked and you could now hear him crying over the line. The sound just made your own tears fall faster.

You shook your head, gripping the tissue so hard it began to tear. “Yunho- it’s hurting me…it’s only going to hurt the both of us…if we t-try to stay. A-and I don’t wan-want you to hurt.” It was pure torture listening to his soft cries over the phone. “Please- I don’t want to hurt you.”

All you wanted was to be wrapped up in his arms. To stroke his soft hair, running your fingers through his dark locks and tell him everything was going to be okay. But it wasn’t. This was the only way you could see that would hurt the least amount of people. Your happiness didn’t matter. You had already sold your soul and you were dedicated to making sure that the dream you got in return was worth it. “Y/n…don’t leave. Please…I love you- please don’t leave me. What can I do? I’ll do anything to make this work just please- stay by my side…” Yunho desperately pleaded.

“I’m so…so sorry. This isn’t about what either of us want. I’m trying to save us both.”

“I’d rather have you than the stage.”

A choked sob pushed past your resolve. “You don’t mean that.”

“Yes- yes, I fucking do!”

“That’s the thing Yunho….I don’t want to live without you…but I can. I don’t know if I can live without this.”

There was silence over the phone. You almost thought he had hung up until you heard a shaky intake of breath. “Do you love me at all?”

Your head dropped against your knees. “Yes…”

“Say it…”

“If I say it I won’t be able to leave. I know myself…”

A sharp pain was beginning to form between your eyes as your tears continued to fall and you listened to the man on the other line do the same. “Y/n- please….say it. Don’t go.”

“I-…” He waited with baited breath. “I have to go….goodbye, Yunho.” Before he could convince you otherwise you hung up the phone, handing it back to your friend.

For a moment you just sat there, crying. Jaebong did nothing but slowly stroke your hair and let you feel everything you needed to. It became hard to breathe and the pain in your head was becoming sharp and pointed. Slowly Jaebong stood you up and let you fall into his arms, holding you tightly.

“Ple-please t-tell me this will go-go aw-ay!” You sobbed into his chest, pulling at his sweater. “I fe-feel like I-I’m being torn in h-half over and o-over!”

The man softly patted your back, gently rocking back and forth on his heels as he held you in a comforting hug. His heart was breaking for you knowing there was little he could do to ease your pain. You tried to focus on the soft constant pats on your back, attempting to match your breathing to the beats.

“Well…it’s going to suck.” Another broken cry filled the empty room. “Being away from him is going to be like being in withdrawal. You are going to want to crawl back to that good feeling every chance you get,” The feeling of being in Jaebong’s arms was nothing compared to Yunho’s embrace. It began to cross your mind that you might never feel…at home again. “I’m not saying it’s ever going to feel…okay…again. But someday, the symptoms won’t be so bad. So, yes….it will go away…..I promise.”

You shut your eyes tight, hot tears still flowing steady down your cheeks. Burying your head in your friend’s sweater did little to stop the storm raging through your body. “I didn’t want to say goodbye.”

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Idk if JUST ship/art requests are open so completely ignore this if they arent so since ive been reading the rules like.. multiple times to understand

Maybe Goosefeather x Pinestar for art requests? I need to see my pathetic kittypet old man and his transgender ghost seeing shit husband ‼️ ty for the chance love ur art sm i wanna see these guys together in ur style

I guess I need to update my rules post - it IS mostly about Hypokits, sorry it was confusing Goobie! Have Extra Cats as a bonus! And a larger AU!

In the Mapleshade AU, she wanted kits but not a Husband, and Birchface agreed. Birch also introduced her to his half-brother Appledusk. He sadly dies when an unnamed Riverclan warrior knocks him into the river. Flowerpaw is stopped by Maple from jumping in. After the kits are born, Oakstar becomes suspicious, and declares Mapleshade a traitor, banishing her. Flowerpaw protests - she’s seen Maple and Birch together! - and gets banished as well. They hustle together over the river, strangely calm in the raging storm, and Appledusk meets her on the border, having heard Birch’s spirit calling him. Darkstar is somewhat understanding, but refuses to allow Mapleshade to stay, citing not wanting a war with Thunderclan. Flowerpaw suggests Maple stay at the Barn, and be allowed to visit her kits, which Darkstar agrees to. Reedshine and Appledusk adopt the kits, changing their names as a cover, and Mapleshade promises to visit at the next half-moon. During her next visit, Ravenwing, who swore to a false sign, is killed before the gathered healers when a rock falls as he goes to enter the Moonstone cave, and an owl carries him off. Oakstar blames Mapleshade, but a Riverclan patrol claims to have seen her on the border of Windclan at the time - only half a lie. Frecklewish - who attacked Maple - is bitten by the snake, but survives - doomed to the elder’s den for her short life. Eventually, as her kits grow up, Mapleshade moves on, seeing them become warriors before heading off to found a less stringent Sisters.

In the PineGoose AU, Pineclaw is aware of his relation to the Riverclan warriors, his father having spilled the proverbial beans when ill. Goosepaw is apprenticed at the proper age, and has an easier time with spirits, with a strange tortie tom warding off the worst offenders and giving him reality checks. Pineclaw and Goosefeather have their forbidden romance, and when Goose becomes pregananant, the pair nearly flee, but the tortie - Shyheart if you haven’t guessed - drags Moth Wing down to give visions of approval. Old cats Pinestar and Goosefeather move to be daylight elders when Pinestar’s legs start to fail, and Jake’s neighbors are the oddest guys! They approve of Talltail.

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whumpy-wyrms · 4 months

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The creative spirit has possessed me once again and wouldn’t leave until I made this (interrupted my spontaneous bedroom deep clean, the little shit).

A post-Anton/Future AU, I suppose? (Brought to you by an old artbook and the limited supply of random pens/colored pencils/highlighters I had lying around my incredibly disorganized room)

Sketch

Final

My personal favorite parts: Sketchbook full of doodles and fanart, scars from numerous escape attempts/Anton being a silly goose, pockets stuffed with random nonsense (pens, papers, coins, trinkets, your best friend’s pet snake, etc), Layla’s cat demanding attention, and just Dew in general :)

Here’s the slightly better quality vers of the one I sent in a couple days ago btw 👍

AHHHH THIS IS THE COOLEST THING EVER OMG OMG THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!! HE LOOKS SO CUTE I LOVE IT!!!! I LOVE HIS WINGS AND THE SNAKE IN HIS POCKET AND AHHH EVERYTHING LOOKS AMAZING OMG!!! I LOVE YOUR ART STYLE!! THIS IS SO CUTE ITS AMAZING :DDDD

i love his headphones and his sketchbook and at first i thought that snake was Sasha and he stole them from Anton when he escaped (in this scenario) and AHAHHH YIPPEEEE I JUST LOVE THIS SM!!! Dew is so so so cute in your art style and the cat is so cute too (also Layla’s cat is named is Sir Bonkles!!!) and he would definitely have all that stuff too like the sketchbook and the stuff in his pockets!! thank you!!!! this is amazing :DDD I LOVE ITTT :D

#YAYYY!!!#TYSM!!#THIS MAKES ME SO HAPPYYYYY #dew oc #tllr fanart #ask

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cloudypinkblink · 2 months

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i just fricking realize i did a typo that compleetly change the story of the mmorpg au

i've meant to say every digimon THAT was erased by kurata , not that he actually did his plan success fully , also this au will take place after the story so suguru is there being a dad and bancholeomon probably is an npc

sorry i didn't mean too sound rude, i love your idea au and drawings, this is just calling myself out

(i might actually make a account for this au where sometimes you can ask the npc cast plus agumon ikuto or chika)

OH UNDERSTANDABLE JFJJSJSJSJ typos do be getting us like that- I can also just misunderstand sometimes bc I’m a lil silly goose

Still a good idea LMAOOO I just also made my own spin regardless hehe

And that’d be really cool!! I’d follow; I’m considering making a Masaru ask blog tbh bc I love him sm LOL but outside of that evrryone has to suffer with my varied interests on this blog JFJDJ

#anon ask #cloudy rambles #Digimon savers #Digimon data squad

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lannisterdaddyissues · 1 year

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hiii I saw your tags under my spyxfamily au post and I just want to say THANK YOU I love it so much!! at first I do think about Anya!Bradley but then Jake rang a bell in my head xD I also don't want to see Goose and Carole as baddies so in my head they are just as loveable as usual hgg just want to see them alive and happy hggg

OMG HI WOW IT IS ONE OF MY FAVORITE TOP GUN ARTISTS IN MY INBOX EVERYBODY LOOK I HAVE PEAKED AS A TUMBLRINA

but omfg you are SO WELCOME i love your art sm i stared at that sxf art for hours i tell u, hours on end 😭it is so beautiful it has sparked so much joy in me!!! and you are valid for wanting to draw baby jake he is so precious in your art i would die for his little baby self 💀

as for carole and goose you are right they do not deserve to be evil 😭 but wait actually what if they were like the blackbells 🥺 baby jake and bradley could be besties!! and carole and goose could be ice and mav’s rich socialite friends 🥰 that way everything is beautiful and nothing hurts

anyway i have had so many thoughts about a top gun spy fam au now and it is all thanks to you… your art makes my brain go like💡!!! i hope you will keep posting here bc i for one love to see it <3

wishing u a merry xmas or happy holidays, whatever u celebrate!! if u celebrate nothing then i wish u a peaceful and relaxing december and a happy new year 😎✌️

#ask #reply #miichiyochin #miichiyochin-sideblog #senpai noticed me guys look!!

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goobiestar · 3 years

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been stressed out but ANYWAYS heres some cool kitties with some au ideas!!!!

Rosestar Au

Kittypet!Goosefeather Au

and some shipsssss 💕

Bluefur(storm) x Rosestar, Featherwhisker x Thrushpelt and Pinestar x Goosefeather (kinda)

lmao enjoy

dont mind the filler in the corner i didnt know what to put there and i couldnt rlly fit anything lol

i love these designs

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spencerreidscoffeecup · 3 years

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Blurby smut request

Spencer with a innocence and corruption kink??

Its ok if not and i love you sm!!

I Am a Sinner, You Are a Saint (part 1 of 2 (?)) (AU) (Dom!Vampire!Spencer)

Here are the vibes for this two-parter!

Summary: Fairy!Reader is intrigued by Vampire!Spencer. However, reader's fae family is incredibly over-protective of her, and doesn't allow her to make contact with Spencer as they deem him as a monster. What happens when they meet in the woods and she finds herself falling for the blood-thirsty--but absolutely incredible man? What happens if her parents find out? How will the reader and Spencer continue their blossoming--but forboden love? (HAPPY ENDING!!!!!!)

AN: hello anon! i know that this is not necessarily what you asked for,but part two will be smut and all about the corruption and innocence k!nk! however, do not fret! i will be writing a regular oneshot blurb as well with innocence and corruption kink with Dom!Spencer! But for now, enjoy my little faes! and yes, this is a happy ending but also may be slightly ambiguous.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Category: Angst, smut, fluff

Age: Reader is about 20 and Spencer is about 30-ish

CW: (SMUT SOON!!) penetrative sex, unprotected sex, blood consumption (consensual), cursing, innocence k!nk, corruption k!nk, spencer and reader plan to run away together, oral sex (female-recieving), lots of kissing, sneaking out, pet-names from spencer for reader (bunny, flower, my love, love, little fae, my little fae)etc, spencer has some self-hatred, mentions of blood in general (kind of in-detail but not too bad), some angst, age-gap (11 years (spencer is 31 and reader is 20 or reader is 21 and spencer is 30)

There once lived a beautiful fae.

She lived in a cottage that was delicately placed atop of a dandelion field, that was surrounded by a lush garden of herbs and fruits that she loved to make treats and teas out of.

She lived with her cat, Tubby, and her two fathers; Acassia and Ezra.

And although she wasn't psychically alone, she felt insular between the flower-patterned, papered walls of the confinements of her own room and house.

She loved her fathers dearly, in the way where you have to love your own parents..But they were constantly taking and stripping away the pure happiness that she craved.

She loved to pick and care for her fresh fruits and herbs..but something felt missing.

She longed for the day that she could grow somewhere else..make tea for someone..special.

And every night as she sat in her big oak tree, looking up at the twinkling moon and fluttering her outstretched wings, she came to one conclusion.

She would probably be stuck here forever.

In a place where she couldn't grow.

In a place where she couldn't expand her imaginations.

And each day that seemed to pass along with the same activities, she seemed to only have a lust for a new, hopeful life filled with someone that would capture her buzzing heart, and pepper light kisses on it; giving it the proper love that it wistfully dreamt of.

However, one day, when she lay on her belly outside on the tall grass--the little dandelions tickling her dainty feet with such ease-- she met him.

The air was crisp, the breeze blowing through her hair, and the sun casted golden rays of light on her skin..warming her from the outside in.

She inhaled slowly, enjoying the way the fresh air seemed to clear her lungs, and stretched her wings out..looking in front of her at the way the sun highlighted her wings and casted a sort of iridescent reflection on the green grass in front of her.

She was in the midst of making a dandelion crown; weaving together the ends in a braided pattern, when she heard a slight rustling from the bushes behind her.

It was quiet, and so she eventually just brushed it off as being one of the neighborhood bunnies, her cat, or the flexible wind that made the back of her arms ripple with goose-flesh.

But then it happened again..more prominent this time.

She sat up, turning to the bush and narrowing her eyebrows--her eyes squinting.

"Tubby?" she called, her wings fluttering as a means to lift her graciously to her feet. The fabric of the white, long, silk dress she wore around her figure cinched in around her waist a little too tightly.

She adjusted it, along with her green corset and placed the dandelion crown on her head, the soft curls of her hair creating a comfortable nest for the stems of the flowers to cling to.

The bush rustled again, and her wings lifted her up a bit out of slight cowardice.

"Hello?" she began to walk to the shrub, her heart beating in her ribcage. Even the drum of her heart was beautiful.

"Tubs?" she asked again, but as she made her way further into the woods, the hairs on the back of her neck stood.

Vampire.

Something inside her head whispered the word to her. The word that chilled her to her very spine.

She began to run back--not lifting her eyes away from the wooden area whatsoever.

Unfortunately, as she finally began to get some speed, her back smacked right into a strong-something.

Hoping that it was just a tree, her wings caught her fall and turned her towards what was most certainly not a tree.

"Why, hello, little fae," the man said, chuckling with a certain.. Malice.

She yelped, her wings fluttering and flapping so quickly that they practically launched her seven feet back from the..man.

"Oof," she huffed, hitting her back on a tree and falling to the ground.

The dandelion crown fell from her head, but she never even noticed as she rubbed her eyes, trying to not faint from her impactful hit on the bark.

As her eyes fluttered open, (not nearly as ferociously as her wings) she felt her heart fall to her stomach.

He stood right above her, his canines sharp and white.. a certain crimson flashing through his pupils before dissolving into the soft abyss of black pupils.

"You should be more careful, little fae," he spoke, extending his hand out to her.

She didn't take it.

"Please! D-do not hurt me, sir!" she squeaked, but the man just barked a laugh.

"Why, I would never do such a thing! I am quite offended!"

She wanted to believe him, but his tone seemed almost sarcastic.

She stared up at him, relishing in his distinguishing features.

His cheekbones were strong but suited his perfectly thin figure.. His eyes, now no longer a deep rouge, were a sweet gold--almost like the sun.

Small specks of dark brown were found in each eye, his lips plump and pink, and his nose small and button-y. Stubble adorned his already sharp jaw and around his mouth; his hair was a golden brunette--only slightly curly but really it was just beautiful waves.

She was able to see his outfit fully now--the misty terror clearing from her vision. He wore a black chemise to which he rolled up to his forearms, black slacks, and dark brown oxford dress shoes.

"Uhm, s-sir?" she peeped, putting her full trust in him by taking his hand. His teeth had now retracted to a more..human look. She could feel the pointed tips of her ears glow with a light vermillion like the apples of her cheeks.

"Spencer," he spoke again, and she smiled softly, his jaw clenching as a means to try his best to keep a stoic look. Although the urge to smile back was strong. "Spencer Reid."

He helped her up to her feet, and he almost immediately retracted his hand.. as though he had been scalded by her soft touch. She tried to hide her surprising feeling of disappointment.

"Oh," she laughed nervously, playing with his name in her head. "W-well, Spencer Reid, I would like to know what you're doin out here!"

She pouted, propping her hands on her hips and trying her best to seem serious.

He just found it absolutely adorable.

Not just her faux anger, but...her.

"Well, I am not so sure what you mean, little fae," he teased, running his hand through his hair. She just about melted. "I was just going for my daily stroll when I found a darling little fairy playing on her lawn."

She puffed, "I-! I am not...darling!" Her face warmed.

Spencer only laughed, and that seemed to egg her growing annoyance on.

"But you see, little fae," he leaned in, causing a chill to slither up her back. "You are."

Before she could respond, she heard her fathers calling for her on the porch. Thankfully, she and Spencer were hidden from plain sight.

“Sweetheart!" Ezra called, trying to find her. "It's time for dinner! Your father needs you to set the table!"

Spencer gasped playfully, and Y/n turned her eyes back to him. He lifted her chin with his pointer finger, tilting her head up to look at him through a closer perspective.

"Time to eat, little fae."

She swallowed thickly, gathering up her courage and said an almost sad, "Goodbye." to Spencer.

He nodded, a smug smirk adorning his stupidly handsome face. She felt her heart flutter like the wings that began to lift her off of the ground.

"Best be on your greatest behaviour, little fae!" he called after her as her wings took her home..only loud enough to where she could hear.

She couldn't help but smile at..well, Spencer.

And her book of memories she stored in the big library in her brain replayed her small scene with him.

As she continued to complete her routine tasks for the evening..she felt happier.

Lighter.

Less lonely.

Her thoughts were filled with only one thing and one thing only.

Spencer.

Why did he consume her thoughts?

Everybody knows vampires and fairies are enemies.

However, one thing lingered in her mind as she waited to fall into a slumber that night.

Vampires kill fairies..whenever they get the chance.

So..why didn't Spencer kill her?

What was his angel?

He had enough time to rip her to shreds..but no...he barely touched her.

She knew it was wrong that she was thinking this way.

She knew she should automatically hate him.

She knew her parents would never go for their own daughter being with a rival of theirs.

Or...falling in love with a 'monster'.

But the heart is a rebellious little thing.

It claims and wants what it claims and wants.

And she couldn't do one little thing about it.

Not one.

And as she finally found her rest, she was sure that she wasn't mad about it.

#spencerreid #drspencerreid #spencerreidxreader #spencerreidxfemalereader #spencerreidxreaderfluff #spencerreidxreadersmut #smut #criminalminds #fairy!reader #vampire!spencerreid #vampire!spencer #fanfiction #OneShots #criminalmindsspencerreid #halloween

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chickens-ghost · 3 years

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I don't know what I'm doing so here are some SKK fic recs :)

- Coeur de Noir by AliceinHyruleBastion

Welcome to La Chanson Du Noir- The Song of Black- where race, backgrounds, and morals mix together with the intoxication of music and drink.

In the noir age of France, where lights glitter and lavishness seeps through the city, a nightclub hides within the shadows, filled to the brim with underground business and a dark energy that spills from its doors.

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Dazai Osamu was numb to the warmths of life, and frankly thought nothing of it aside from downing whatever was in his glass at the moment.

However, in the coldness of winter, a flicker of phoenix flame unexpected and unprepared for-

Nakahara Chuuya, a singer with the voice of a siren that had Dazai transfixed the minute he walked on stage.

It was then that a spark was a lit, a magnetic pull that he'd never once encountered before, one that would strip him down to nothing if he didn't chase it, his heart of black finally lit by something other than emptiness.

( THIS. THIS IS TRUE GOLD)

- A mad Tea Party by Amathalya

Madhatter Chuuya celebrates his Unbirthday and gets a not so surprising visit of the Cheshire Cat Dazai.

(it's pretty short but a nice read)

Balance by TheGreatCatsby

Dazai wants to die, but he can't. Chuuya wants to get close to people, but everything he touches dies. And both of them are looking for a solution to their problems.

Goosed: The Tale of Honkzai Goosamu by quinnlocke

In a world of magic, one wizard strives to break the curse he...admittedly gave himself.

Now if only his one true love would kiss him.

( I LOVE THIS SM AH)

He's got a dream by BlowingYourMind

Dazai blinked once, twice, three times, to clear the dots from his vision, and once they subsided he was met with fiery red hair and a beautiful goddess glaring down at him.

Then with those beautiful goddess hands of hers, she lifted her pan and hit him in the face.

And over the span of the next few days, Dazai would find out that this beautiful goddess was not in fact a girl, but the crowned prince Chuuya Nakahara, and that he didn't need to be a beautiful goddess for Dazai to fall in love with him.

A Soukoku Tangled AU.

( This has to be one of my all-time favs)

#bungou stray dogs #bungou gay dogs #soukoku

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vvakarians · 3 years

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Speaking of smut have some snippets I wrote because I keep forgetting I can just share those lmao. These are all oc ships and all lf them are AU’s 😂 All of them either belong to me or my bf @crackedblackinc !

My skills at writing sm/ut are not 100% but you know what I sure did try with these lmao.

Pairings and stuff:

1. Ilarion Vadislov (mine, Russian they/them, wears too much pink) and Rin Hastings (he/him, English, tattooed sad man ) - Pacific Rim AU - Pretty Vanilla lmao

2. Father Charlie Robineau (mine, they/them, vampire, fake priest) and Mose McCullough (he/him, depressed cowboy, also vampire!) - MOTW AU - Vanilla also??

3. Bellamy Kaldwin (mine, he/him) and Hugo Truelove (he/him, too sweet for his own good) - Darkest Timeline AU (from our project, Melrose!)- Mentions of getting pregnant?? Vanilla lmao

4. This one is mostly a concept lmao I got so tired at the end, it was like..midnight RIP. - Hazel Coldbrook (they/he, aasimar, mine) + Charlie Robineau (they/them, drow, mine) + Maxime (he/him, aasimar) + Victory (he/him, eladrin) - D& D AU - Size Difference, Monster fuc/king sort of? one of the aasimar has a tentacle di/ck lol

Ilarion isn’t sure what made them move first. Maybe it was that deep sadness that permeates Rin’s handsome features, just goading them to give him something to smile about. Maybe it wasn’t that at all but the need for touch. The two of them having danced around the subject of crushes for a week now and every nerve under Ilarion’s skin is aflame. All they know is that Rin’s chapped lips crack further beneath their kiss —no matter how gentle they are— and they can taste blood on their tongue.

But he makes the softest whine under them, reaching through all of their pink curls to grasp their shoulder. And gods do they want to fuck him then. Have him feel the deep, incurable ache they feel threatening to pulverize their being. They want him to come apart calling out their name, messily and theirs.

“S-shit,” Rin curses under his breath, pinned to the dorm wall behind him, “Ilari— I—!”

They grind their hips down into his in response, getting a hot rush of excitement from his whine.

“I am going to fill you until you think of nothing else,” they growl, “You said you wanted distraction, yeah?”

“If I can’t walk tomorrow—.”

Ilarion cuts Rin off as they lick and nip along the shell of his ear, rolling their hips softer this time. Trying to tone it down, even for a moment. Would hate to scare him off.

“If you cannot walk, we will pretend sick and fuck some more. I will make love to you until you know you deserve that,” their tone becomes tender as they take a breath.

The response is music to Ilarion’s ears.

“Please.”

———

Charlie drags their index finger along their length, pretending. Imagining it’s their cowboy, who is still soaking or showering or— god they’re not sure anymore. All they know is that they couldn’t help themself.

Their hair is spread out around them in a halo of soft browns, the light from the lamp on the beside table casting shadows across their body as it arches into any touch at all. A soft moan escapes their throat that might be just a mite too loud, but Charlie doesn’t care. If they were human their pale skin would be slick with sweat and flushed deep crimson, but at the moment they chase any fragment of scenario.

Mose’s tongue, his mouth finally around them. Fingers spreading them wide and open so they can take him. Or maybe they’d be told not to touch anything and he’d fuck their mouth, smirking. Again there is a whine at the memory of him wearing that shit eating grin. Knowing he’s made them a shivering, whimpering mess.

“Mm, now ain’t that a pretty picture?” a deep, american southern accent sends a jolt up Charlie’s spine.

Standing there, half naked and smiling wickedly is their cowboy. Eyes following the slow stroke of Charlie’s finger as they shiver, everything off but their shirt and that white collar.

“I..I couldn’t stop thinkin’ bout you,” they gasp, unashamed but unsure if he actually wants to watch, “I..I can move it to—.”

“Nah, make some more of those pretty sounds for me darlin’.”

A slow, shuddering breath leaves Charlie as their hooded blue eyes watch Mose uncover himself, definitely beginning to harden. Rivulets of water run down his powerful thighs, catch his curly happy trail in the lantern light.

“Will you help me, *cher*?”

Practically a prayer and they know Mose can tell, even as he sways his toned hips their way. Damn this man for being so alluring. But instead of a sharp quip and no follow through, after so many years of wondering how it’d feel, Mose settles a calloused hand around them. It’s enough to send Charlie into a twitch and a cry wrenches itself from their mouth. It’s almost enough to distraft them from the deep tone next to their ear.

“It would be my pleasure.”

—

A month has passed since Bell has had time to tend to his ache. Between helping Hazel plan his proposal and playing various concerts for festivals he’s just had no alone time. It didn’t help his blood struck him in the middle of it, though it was a slight relief he was not yet carrying. Even with all the cramps and feeling sick. But now, curled up in Hugo’s lap as he reads to him—all he can think about is making love. Being filled and satisfied.

He blames a combination of hormones and reading too many of those awful romance novels he keeps checking out. Yves always manages to get him the filthiest ones. It’s like he knows, the bastard.

With a burning heat in his freckled cheeks, Bell looks up as Hugo turns a page. Those fingers lingering on the paper, large and soft. His hands are large, good for keeping his hips in place. A memory flits behind Bell’s golden brown eyes; ghosts of Hugo’s hands spreading his legs and a fingertip teasing his entrance. Then pressing a perfect, thick finger deep within him. How many times had Hugo made him finish that night? Bell thinks he lost count at three. It was important to have him loose and ready if they were to concieve, but he just kept reaching that edge. And his husband gently pushed him off each time.

“Doing alright? You a little red, are you too warm?”

Hugo’s voice cuts through Bell’s daydream and he tries to find it within himself not to look too embarrassed. But he desperately wants to be honest with him and feel those hands again. Making a mess of him, getting him ready.

“I..I want you so badly,” he sighs, and then feels as if he will burst from how needy he sounds. At least the silence isn’t too prolonged, as Hugo laughs softly and he bookmarks his page.

“Daydreaming again?”

His breath is warm against Bell’s ear, sending goose bumps all down the back of his neck. Gods, he needs something to fill him. Push him over that edge. Thankfully, Hugo knows just what he wants it seems. Cool palms spread his thighs, a hand slowly beginning to descend along Bell’s side. Kisses bloom along his jaw.

“You have such big hands,” he murmurs, titling his head to give Hugo better access. Quickly those kisses turn white hot, making Bell squirm and the most filthy sound falls from his lips.

——

There’s so much going on but Hazel doesn’t mind one bit. Kisses were shared, hips rolled, sounds made. It wasn’t until Victor ducked his head toward them that they were accutely aware of how much sound they all made. Then they were distracted by the hot, wriggling heat of Victory’s tongue. Lapping up all of the rose gold dripping between his thighs with reverence and adoration. As if he had tasted nothing better in the universe. Flashes of blue as he stained his mouth more.

Just as he tries to catch his breath and settle into a rhythm, Victory pulls away. But before he can whine and reach for him, Charlie’s slender fingers began working him open. A dream come true, he does writhe on the large bed and is gifted by a soft chuckle he knows too well. As a wave of heat and tightly coiled pleasure wash over him, Hazel glances over at his husband. Maxime has Victor bent over, large hands keep him spread as he fucks him. Drips of blue begin to smear on the sheets below, and there’s a slight bump in Victor’s stomach every time Maxime finishes a thrust.

“He’s so big..!”

Both Hazel and Charlie laugh, the former nodding. A thread of fire twisting delightfully in his stomach, remembering when Maxime filled him for the first time. He ached and stretched, taking all of him and his ridges.

“None of us will be walking for a while I think.”

#ilarion vadislov #father robineau #hazel coldbrook #bellamy kaldwin #mal writes

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thwip--thwip · 4 years

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Hey, I was looking for some new reading material and wondered if you could give me some recs? Please and thank you sm!

ho BOY anon, COULD I! I’ve got over 2,000 bookmarks on AO3 - what are we looking for? I’m going to assume IronDad, or at the very least Peter Parker-centric; short or long? MJ or Gwen Stacy? Angst, fluff, whump? Sorry this took a minute; I went into the vault for you and pulled out some rare gems:

LONG FICS

In the Home by @captainkirkk | 68k

The Avengers have been infected, turned violent and aggressive against their will. And Peter, the only one unaffected, is trapped inside the Tower with six feral teammates.

“Natasha,” Peter says cautiously, “what happened here? Steve attacked me, and if there was ever a sign that something was wrong, it’s having the embodiment of Truth, Justice, and the American Way throw you across the room—”

Natasha comes closer, her stride controlled. Nothing necessarily out of the ordinary, but there’s something in her face, in her eyes—

Natasha lunges across the space, and slams into Peter, hard.

This just…hoo. A classic if I’ve ever seen one. There’s going to be plenty of aloneintherain on this list because she’s the bomb dot com and its no secret I’m in love. we Stan in this house; this might be my favorite Spidey fic ever written.

POW Avengers by Punny_Puck |122k

Tony Stark is thrown into a new Nazi POW camp. It’s his fifth–or sixth–and he’d really like to make it to his fiftieth escape attempt this time. But Stalag III isn’t like any of the other POW camps he’s been in. He suddenly finds himself facing an impossible task: Getting two-hundred and fifty men out of the camp in one massive escape attempt. And dammit if he’s not going to make it work.

Very impressive, very lengthy and detailed historical AU set in WWII. This one is more Tony than Peter, and quite a fair bit of Loki (this author does a great job with all the different POV’s, that’s why it’s so long!). Nice and juicy!

5 Times Peter Fell & Tony Caught Him, and The 1 Time He Didn’t by eva7673 | 35k

Peter has a nasty habit of falling. And Tony, bless him, will catch him every. single. time. Until the day he can’t.

I love this series with all of my heart, but especially this first fic! It’s the perfect amount of whump and IronDad, and oh man, that last time? GETS me. Eva definitely put in so much work on this series, and it SHOWS!

Twelve Days of Peter Parker by @upcamethesun | 27k

In each of the twelve days leading up to Christmas, Tony runs into one Peter Parker — for better or for worse.

In other words, an excuse for this author to write gratuitous Peter fluff/angst/nonsense with a Christmas theme, because ‘tis the season.

This fic is so cute I Die. Perfect bit of holiday nonsense! I read it every year lol. It’s got everything you’re looking for and more, to scratch the itch you didn’t know you had.

ever in your favor by @iron–spider | 153k

Peter startles awake when someone shakes him.

“Sorry, honey,” May says. Peter blinks a couple times and she comes into focus, her hair pulled back from her face. She’s trying not to look a certain way, but he can see it in her eyes anyway. She clears her throat, keeps talking. “But it’s…” She glances away, wets her lips. “You gotta get ready.”

He remembers what day it is, and his heart beats like a drum at someone’s execution. But he tries to put on a mask, make it all seem normal. It’s everything but, despite the fact that he’s been dealing with reaping day since he was born, between himself, Ben and May. That fear that one of them could be taken away. Sent to surefire slaughter. But now Ben is gone, taken despite never having his name drawn from a bowl, and May’s finally safe. Now Peter’s name is in there alone. The last Parker sitting on the chopping block. He doesn’t know how to be. He doesn’t know what normal is, when the Hunger Games are looming on the horizon.

I mean…how could I possibly do a fic rec list without this on it? Iron–spider’s latest masterwork, and it truly is a masterwork. The Hunger Games AU your soul has been crying out for, and quite possibly the greatest AU to ever live. Do yourself a favor and get settled in - you’re in for a ride.

Magazineverse by @copperbadge | 56k

Heroes In Manhattan: From Captain America’s Hidden Talents To The Truth About The Hulk, We Debunk The Myths And Expose The Daily Lives Of The Avengers.

Avengers-centric, takes place post-2012. The Avengers team we deserve! The whole series is amazing, and I definitely didn’t see the twist coming (SO original, and you totally got me. Well played.)

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devil in a sunday hat by @captainkirkk | 14k

Peter wishes he hadn’t gotten out of bed that morning. Then, maybe, he wouldn’t be reduced to this—limp-crawling through the rabbit burrows that is Oscorp Tower, a monster of a man on his heels, bloody and bruised and choking on a panic attack.

This series really speaks to Peter, and his experience as a street-level hero. I don’t think I’ve ever not cried reading this series - it’s really beautiful. Aloneintherain always manages to capture how much weight and anxiety sits on Peter’s shoulders - and how dire his consequences can really be.

5 things that change for Peter after the end of the world by @iron–spider | 14k

…and one thing that always remains the same.

(SPOILERS FOR INFINITY WAR)

Peter knows he’s different now.

The first three months were like a bubble. He didn’t think about the newness of his old life, he didn’t think about the state of the world now that it had been saved—he just worried. Worried about Tony and Steve recovering. Worried about May worrying about him. Worried about everything in general—he didn’t allow himself specifics because specifics didn’t make sense, not yet. He just focused on his routine, kept it normal, the same schedule every day so he didn’t throw himself off.

It felt like the bubble popped when the party ended, and everything became clearer. The differences in who he is now were highlighted, like there was a spotlight on his every move, like everybody could see the invisible scars the world-ending experience left on him.

The first thing he notices is the sleeping. Or lack thereof.

(a follow up to my story “the rattle of their hearts” from Peter’s POV. You can read this one without having read the original, but it would make more sense if you have read it!)

Everyone knows Rattle, and if you don’t, definitely read the first fic in this series! But this second one is really special to me (and MJ never fails to make me laugh out loud, every time). Peter’s PTSD is dealt with intimately in this fic, and I love it to bits.

the conspiracy kids by @tempestaurora | 13k

WHO IS SPIDER-MAN?

The screen showed Peter Parker, sixteen years old and determined to prove the identity of Spider-Man over the course of the three-part documentary he was making, unknowing that it would become viral within days of the first part being released. Behind the camera, way off screen, was Harley Keener, Tony Stark’s other prodigy child, grinning like crazy as Peter started the documentary. Only a few people knew what was to come, and those few people were about to have a great few weeks.

“My name is Peter Parker, and with the help of my friends, Ned Leeds, Harley Keener, and my Aunt, May Parker, who provided me with a lot of red yarn for this project, we’re going to uncover the identity of Spider-Man.”

“what if peter just decided to fuck with everyone who didn’t know he was spider man and make a documentary about him trying to uncover the Truth.”

Looking for a fun, Peter-and-Harley-being-ridiculous-teenagers fic? This is the One For You. I can see it all in my head, and it never fails to make me laugh. Delightful piece of fluff and probably the best social-media-esque fic I’ve read.

Primary Reason Tony Stark Would Throw Down With An Anti-Vaxxer In The Street by @caraminha | 12k

Prompt from my Tumblr: Have you heard of tetanus? I’m studying it for school and it’s got lots of angst potential - it causes severe, seizure like muscle spasms which can break the patient’s bones, but they’re conscious and fully aware of what’s happening. It also causes fever and lockjaw, and difficulty breathing. I’d love to see an angst fic where Peter has bad tetanus and Tony and co are looking after him whilst his symptoms get worse and worse.

Looking for some Peter!whump? This fic is so sweet. Tony is Dad. What more do you need?

SHORT FICS

Come Together by @captainkirkk | 1.8k

From the ground, Tony squints at Thanos and the young heroes the villain is chasing through the city. “Are they…” Tony begins.

Steve, being lifted onto a gurney by starstruck paramedics, laughs a little. “Leading the man who almost destroyed the Earth in a wild goose chase?” In the sky, Johnny Storm sticks his tongue out at Thanos, ducking and weaving out of the villain’s grasp. “Yeah. I think they are.”

Didn’t I promise she’d be on here a billion and one times? All of her stuff is so good, for every fandom. Go READ this queen who’s been killing the game for years. This fic is such a sweet one, an Endgame fic before Peter was even in the MCU. It’s perfect.

Only Road by @garamonder | 2.8k

A rare breather between fighting should have been a relief for the Avengers. Instead, one small comment triggers a confrontation Peter had been avoiding for months.

Oh wow this one…this dialogue between Peter and Tony is incredible. One of my favorite things in a fic is a good argument, especially one where Peter has a distinct and mature point.

Every Penny and More by Princessfbi | 1.2k

She forced herself to inhale air and hold it before releasing it from her lips. She grounded herself in the cheap vinyl in a crappy diner that she wasn’t sure she was ever going to be able to look at the same way again. She thought of the life Peter would have if she said yes because she knew that’s what all of this was about: Tony asking her permission to let him do this.

May and Tony co-parenting Peter is…oh, be still my heart. This is such a sweet little fic of something that definitely happened off-screen :’)

5 Times Spider-Man Saved An Avengers’ Ass (and the 1 Time They Saved Him) by TunaFishChris | 7.2k

What it says on the tin.

Going through an angsty Spider-Man phase. I regret nothing.

YES give me Peter x Avengers team! Peter gets a great moment with each of the Avengers, proving himself a capable hero (and getting assistance when he needs it the most :’) baby makes some friends!). Really cute, a fun little romp.

unbearable loss by @iron–spider | 1.6k

“Peter…he was so afraid, Pep,” Tony says, his voice breaking. “He…he just lunged for me, he was so afraid, he wanted—he needed someone to be there for him. And I tried, I tried—I held him, I told him he was alright, which was a—goddamn lie, and the only fucking thing that came out of my mouth. The last thing I said to him.” He shakes his head, swallowing hard. “The last thing I said to him was a lie.”

“You can’t blame yourself,” Pepper says, quietly.

“I do,” Tony says. “He trusted me. That kid trusted me, and I failed him every possible way I could have. I couldn’t save him, I couldn’t—he died in my arms and I couldn’t do one single solitary thing about it. And I couldn’t—me, the human fucking chatterbox—I just stared at him. He was dying, turning to fucking dust and apologizing to me and I just stared at him, like a moron.”

This fic Fucks. Me. Up. Iron–spider’s Tony angst is unparalleled. It hurts me every time, and the dialogue between him and Pepper is just…it’ll get you.

yesterday, I saw a change by @captainkirkk | 6.8k

Inspired by prompt: ‘Peter is unmasked on live television, and everyone goes berserk—you’ve already heard this one but here’s the twist—he’s wide-eyed, staring into the camera, frightened, but not because of his own safety. The first thing that comes out of his mouth is, “Someone please, please protect my Aunt May.” And the entirety of New York cries out simultaneously. Heroes and neighbours and fellow students rain down on the Parker house, ready to defend her.’

This is - surprise! - a May Parker fic. This fic will move you. You will probably cry. I love it with all my heart. If I ever need a refresher on who May is and how she feels - how New York feels, about Spiderman - this is my go-to.

Hope that gave you some new stuff to check out! I have more, do I ever have more. Enjoy & remember to leave comments for all of these wonderful writers!!!

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