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booasaur · 8 months
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Special Ops: Lioness - 1x07
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"I've had it..."
Pairing: Bradley Bradshaw x Reader
Warnings: 18+, your typical friends (and temporary roommates) to lovers 😁, annoyed and frustrated Reader, heavy & passionate make-out session, eagerness, a few things end up broken - collateral damage, brief spanking (both parties), some grinding and groping, mentions of nakedness, Bradley is sweet and big 🙈 (this should be canon), implied funny sexy times, mentions of multiple orgasms, potential Lieutenant kink (????), lots of banter & jokes, lots of cursing as well, hopefully I didn't forget something - while it is 18+ and minors should not be reading this, it's nothing too graphic but more cute & funny smut(ish) fic 😊
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It was supposed to be temporary. Bradley told you he'd crash at your apartment for a few weeks, just until he graduated from Top Gun. He called himself your temporary, barely there roommate.
Then, three weeks later, he graduated. At the top of his class no less and you were his plus one. It was a nice event, the party was awesome and it was almost bittersweet, but you were excited to have the flat all to yourself again. Bradley was supposed to leave right after, a day or two later.
It's been 46 days and he is still here. Yes, you have been counting.
You were glaring daggers at him as you leaned over your kitchen bar, sipping your morning coffee. He fell asleep on the couch again, with all the dirty dishes laying all around him. Your eye twitched as he turned his back to you and you revealed a stain on your couch.
Your couch is not worth jail time. You had to remind yourself.
It was fun having him back in the city, but Bradley really overstayed his welcome and you were running out of patience. It wasn't so much that his presence was annoying you, just his habits. For example when he leaves his dirty clothes on the bathroom floor. Or takes the first towel he comes across, which is usually yours as he tends to leave his all over the apartment. Or even though you have repeatedly told him to clean after himself he is usually too tired to do it. And you understood him in the beginning as he came back home at weird hours and you gave him a pass even though you wanted to throw the dirty clothes and dishes in or at his face. But you knew it was temporary, so you just sucked it up and cleaned instead of him.
But now it was starting to seriously piss you off. On top of it, it didn't help that you weren't able to hook up with anyone for over 6 weeks and it was starting to show in your bratty attitude, which didn't go over Bradley's head. He just figured it was that time of the month for you.
Shit hit the fan a few days later. You were trying to drop subtle hints for Bradley that he should move out of your apartment, so when he said he had a surprise for you, you naturally assumed that he was going to tell you he's leaving.
Not throw a fucking party.
You had an awful day at work and even needed to stay longer at the office. Since Bradley took over your home office, you have been working from your actual office which included a 20 minute commute.
The only thing holding you upright was the thought of the bath you were going to take when you finally breached the threshold. As you searched for your keys you realized the loud music was coming from your apartment and not from your neighbors like you assumed. And as you opened the door, your face froze in an unbelievable expression. There was a whole bunch of people in your apartment, food was everywhere, glasses littered every available surface and Bradley was happily playing the piano and singing with his Top Gun colleagues.
You'd be amazed by his skill, if you weren't so pissed.
"The hostess finally arrived!" Fanboy greeted you with a hug and Phoenix came to give you a kiss. You could feel anger bubbling in your body and you pursued your lips. Making your way quickly to Bradley, you put your hand over his, stopping his playing and silence fell.
"I need everyone to get out." No one moved until you whistled. "I said move it people, the party's over. Go home."
"Party pooper." Fanboy pouted and you clasped his shoulder.
"I had a long day, Fanboy, maybe another time, okay?"
As the last person left and the front door closed, you stared at it for a few seconds, before turning to Bradley.
"What the FUCK was that, Bradley?"
"I told you I had a surprise for you!" He defended himself.
"A fucking party? That was your idea of a surprise?!"
"Well yeah, you've been so uptight lately I thought you needed to let loose a bit. Hence the party."
"Let me get this straight," you pinched the bridge of you nose. "the only solution that crossed your mind was 'Hey, let's have a party so that when she comes home she'll have to deal with a bunch of people and clean up after them. Damn Bradshaw, you've done it again, what a fucking brilliant idea!' not that maybe you should move out?"
"You want me to move out?"
"Yes! My God, Bradley, you have been here for 52 days! This is MY apartment and you have no lease, no rent, no anything - you can't just do whatever the hell you want."
"I did this for you! You have been acting like a brat lately and I thought this would do you some good." You stared at him, not believing tgat he just called you a brat.
"A brat? That's it, I've had it, Bradshaw! I've had it with your inability to pick up after yourself and that there are never enough towels or glasses because you take everything in your vicinity without any regard whether or not it's actually yours!" You poked him in his chest with each sentence and Bradley retreated until his butt hit the piano.
"Has anyone told you how hot you look when you're pissed off?" Bradley smirked before he grabbed your neck, pulling you to him and meeting you half way, dipping down to capture your lips.
You wanted to shove him off, but by God did kissing another human feel nice...and feeling a warm body next to yours...
God...you really missed sex.
As your arms sneaked around his shoulders to bring yourself closer to him, your mind decided to play a particular set of memories to you - a naked Bradley montage. The times you have seen him in just a towel, in grey sweatpants, topless and that time where his penis peaked through his towel when he sat in front of the TV, but all you wanted to do in that moment was to strangle him because his wet towel was touching your sofa, so your consciousness was not paying attention to the badly played hide-and-seek game.
"This is a terrible idea." You commented as you broke for air.
"Agreed, but I" Bradley emphasized before he stepped closer to you. "have had it with your brat attitude this past few weeks. You need to get laid badly and tomorrow I promise I'll pack my bags and we will pretend this didn't happen." He grabbed at your ass pushing you towards him.
"As long as I get your ass out of my home office." You moaned as your pelvis ground into his. He slapped your ass with both hands, making you yelp in surprise.
"That's for being such a pain in my ass." He was caught off guard as you slapped his ass in return.
"YOU have been a pain in MY ass."
"Well, I'll be a pain in your pussy soon too." You laughed at your friend.
"What does that even mean?"
"I don't know, I was just trying to continue our banter." Bradley laughed as well, his cheeks tinting a tiny bit.
"Just come here and kiss me again. You were right, I need to get laid. Now." Grabbing at his collar you pulled him back to you. As you stumbled blindly through the apartment, several glasses left by your previous guests fell on the floor, crashing into hundreds of pieces.
"Leave it." Bradley groaned into your mouth and you giggled in his. There was no way you were stopping this to clean the mess that was starting to appear around you. Bradley tried spinning you around, to land on the couch but his shin bumped into the coffee table and you wanted to go back to the bedroom and on your way to spin you both around, your elbow connected with the windowsill and knocked over your orchid.
"Fuck." Bradley groaned as he stepped into the pot shards. "Screw this." He grabbed at your ass and lifted you up, your legs wrapping around his waist. "There much better." He panted into your open mouth and pushed you into the wall, earning a loud yelp of protest as your head hit the wall. All was forgiven when your lips reconnected and in return you bit his lower lip.
"Get these clothes off of you." You moaned into the kiss as your fingers dug into his abs.
"Why don't you give me a hand?" Bradley suggested.
"Put me down." When your feet touched the ground, you took his hand and pulled him with you towards your bedroom. He stood in front of your bed and you pushed down his Hawaiian T-shirt and pulled off his wife beater, leaving his dog tags to cool his heated skin. Your fingers slid down the chain and turned them around.
"I don't want to take these off."
"I don't want you to take them off." Bradley watched you as you read what was written on them. "Besides, you are now overdressed." Bradley's fingers played with your dress shirt collar, before he slowly started opening the buttons. Your breath came out shaky as he stuck his hand into your dress pants to untuck the shirt to open it and reveal your lacy nude bra underneath.
"I think we're now even." You breathed out as goosebumps appeared on your skin as his hands slowly pushed your shirt over your shoulders and it fell on the floor.
"Not yet." He whispered under his breath, his eyes focused solely on the bra straps that he pulled over your arms and unclasped the front of your bra.
"Fuck. Your tits are perfect." He commented as the bra was also discarded.
"That's a weird compliment." You replied. You honestly felt a bit awkward as he just stared at them.
"I know, but like..." His hands clasped and played with them. "They fit perfectly in my hands...Sorry, I guess I'm just in awe whenever I see breasts." Bradley woke from his trans, sensing your awkwardness.
"Does it do anything for you?" He then asked.
"If you play with them?" Bradley nodded. "Not really - at least not in like this position that we are in. During the actual act I don't hate it."
"Noted. I'll keep my hands off them until then." He gave you a big smile before he kissed you again. Even though there was this awkward moment it didn't pull away from the heat that you felt when you started, which you were thankful for. It did help a lot that there was some skin to skin contact and that Bradley was a really good kisser that didn't use his tongue too much. You broke the kiss to let out a giggle when he struggled with your dress pants. In all fairness you also had problems when you first got them.
"Let me give you a hand." Reaching behind you unbuttoned the cami belt and pulled it out of the loops, revealing the second and third buttons and two hooks.
"You really weren't expecting to have sex today."
"Least of all with you."
"Yet you still wear matching lacy underwear." Bradley raised his eyebrow.
"Well you caught me on a good day and also, under these clothes I can't wear anything else." Your pants fell on the floor and you waited for a second. "Your turn."
"You're very impatient for someone that wasn't expecting to have sex."
"Well you got me all hot and bothered, Lieutenant Bradshaw, so I expect that my needs get taken care of."
"Yes, Ma'am." He saluted before unbuttoning his pants. Pressing your lips together your eyes followed his movements, until he was standing naked in front of you.
"Damn."
"I know. It's big." Bradley scratched the back of his head.
"You're definitely on the large side." You smirked, making him blush again.
"Let's go, Lieutenant, I don't have all night."
"Fuck, you need to stop this, I don't need another kink hanging over my head." He kissed you again, turning you around and pushing you on the bed.
When you woke up, you expected Bradley to be gone. Or at least packed to leave. Which explained the shocked expression you wore as you saw him in the kitchen, cooking in his boxer briefs.
"Good morning, Sleepyhead." He smiled as he turned around and saw you standing in the kitchen doorframe.
"Good morning, Bradley. I'm confused...why are you still here?"
"Well...I didn't want to leave after we slept together yesterday. I thought that maybe we could talk over breakfast since it got heated last night." He divided the omelette in two parts, garnishing it with basil and parsley before passing you to serve them on the dining table. As your gaze followed him, you realized the apartment was clean. Your annoyed expression softened.
"Sure. Let's talk." You relented and took a seat next to your friend / one-night stand.
"Bon appetite." He smiled and you nodded in return.
"So, how did you like what we did yesterday?" He asked carefully as you ate.
"I think my orgasms would've given you a clue." You joked, but your smile turned tender as Bradley waited for your honest answer. "I liked it a lot, Bradley. It was nice to laugh in between. And you know what you're doing down there."
"Thanks." He sheepishly smiled. "Okay then this maybe won't be so farfetched as I thought." You looked at him quizzically.
"This is something that I've been thinking for a while now. I like you. As more than a friend. And after yesterday...would you consider giving me a shot?" You blinked. "As a boyfriend?"
Thank you for reading! 😊💙
The GIF doesn't belong to me - belongs to the talented creator! 🙏😊 (thank you for this GIF, I didn't notice the tongue before in the movie 🤭)
I left it as a cliffhanger / open ending and you can decide for yourself what might happen 😊
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farm-witches-fic-recs · 5 months
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Friends of Farm Witches Fic Recs
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We made it! The coven is pleased to wrap up another year of friends and fics here on the farm. We're grateful to share this fandom with all of you and we look forward to continuing our work in the new year.
May you find peace and quiet in which to read, tasty foods for snacking, and abundant joy in everything you do.
Be well, farm witch friends, and enjoy this last community rec list of 2023. Leave the authors some love and kind words to cap off this year's creative journeys.
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All the Fellas That I Haven’t Kissed (@apothecarypants, @five678patty )“David is Sexy Santa. Patrick is Completely Smitten. That’s all you really need to know.”
Apricity (@demora00) “Hygge vibes, coffee shop, colleagues to lovers, relationship of convenience, hanukkah, solstice, along with a spa visit and an aurora borealis - what's not to like?”
Going Down (@concannonfodder) “This one is long and gets angsty around chapter 15 but the first 14 are a sweet and sexy way to spend New Years. Gallery Owner!David and Tourist!Patrick get stuck in a midtown NYC elevator on New Years Eve. After a few trapped hours of lively banter, vulnerable exchanges, and delicious sexual tension, they decide to spend the next few days together. Excellent writing.”
Hopes As High As  A Kite (hudders-and-hiddles/ @wild-aloof-rebel) “It’s so beautifully written with all the Hallmark Christmas movie vibes. It’s one of my go-to holiday reads. Curl up with a hot cuppa and let this make you feel like you’re being wrapped up in the coziest blanket.”
How Do We Get Back (@unfolded73) “An AU testing the "in-every-universe" principle: will David and Patrick find each other, even when stuck in a particularly angst-ridden timeline? (Spoiler: they *will*!) Funny and fast-moving, with excellent cameos by Twyla and Gwen and some shocking (but temporary) bad news, this story is a great way to spend a cozy afternoon.”
How the reindeer loved him (yourbuttervoicedbeau/@kiwiana-writes) “A masterclass in 'this concept shouldn't work as well as it does' tbh - the entire premise is RIDICULOUS but it’s stuffed full of feelings and knocks it out of the park.”
Making Spirits Bright (roseapothecary/@indestructibleheart)  “It’s “A Christmas Carol” for Patrick! You know Patrick’s story, and you can guess what the ghosts might show him. But I promise this fic gives us scenes that are fresh and new. There’s a lot of humor mixed in with the painful realizations, and, overall, it’s a strong, well-written, and satisfying fic.”
Now you see me (@grapehyasynth) “Stevie sets David and Patrick up on a blind date and though there isn't a lot of plot, the banter is SO sharp and the characterization is SO perfect that the piece just shimmers. This is a deep-cut one-shot first-meeting/first-date AU from 2019.”
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In your opinion, what was it about Xue Yang that XXC found so amusing in the 'Villainous Friends' extra ? And why was XXC so easygoing and gentle with this weirdo delinquent who ransacked a stall for no reason ?
Lol though I ship xuexiao due to their Yi City chemistry, I also find it confusing why yi city XXC would trust this shady stranger. Naivete ? The belief that he can easily protect himself against potential threats ?
ooh these are fun questions. to take the first one first: I think it's basically that to Xiao Xingchen, Xue Yang in that extra comes off less as a genuine threat and more as a boisterous young man with too much energy. it's not quite him being "boys will be boys!" about it, and certainly he knows it's not harmless - he chastises Xue Yang for causing the damage he does! - but to his eye he's not seeing a serious problem so much as a kid (funny, given that their age difference is negligible, Xiao Xingchen is also a kid based on canon ages at the time) acting out for lack of discipline. we do also know Xue Yang has a cute face and a sweet smile, which I'm sure also helps with Xiao Xingchen judging him as, like, mostly harmless, just in need of some minor behavioral correction.
which I think in general reflects how Xiao Xingchen approaches the world, particularly before his bad breakup with Song Lan: he wants to believe the best of people, and generally does. he just is pretty easygoing on the whole! he's not an aggressive person! even when he does go on to arrest Xue Yang and take him to be judged after the Chang massacre, he's presented as less angry and more matter-of-fact, presenting the evidence and expecting justice to come of it.
as far as Xiao Xingchen trusting Xue Yang in Yi City...I actually think there's a lot going on there. in terms of why, right off the bat, he's not insisting on answers or outwardly suspicious, I think at that point Xiao Xingchen feels like he's lost the right to any high ground. he understands, too, that there are many reasons that someone might want to hide their identity or not talk about a painful (literally) past - he's doing the same thing, after all. allowing Xue Yang his silence also allows Xiao Xingchen his own.
also, initially, Xiao Xingchen isn't expecting his mysterious stranger to stick around. he expresses as much to a-Qing when she warns him about Xue Yang: "Once he's healed, he will leave on his own. No one would want to stay in this coffin home with us." (Chapter 39). he's a temporary stranger who will move out of Xiao Xingchen's life as soon as he moved into it. why interrogate him too much when he'll be gone soon?
then as time goes by, and Xiao Xingchen gets to know his mysterious stranger...well, it's true that he has a shady past, sure, and clearly there's things he doesn't want to tell Xiao Xingchen about, but there are plenty of things Xiao Xingchen doesn't want to talk about. there's also the fact that at this point Xiao Xingchen is...a little more jaded, and recognizes that the world is not always just and people might be persecuted or targeted not because they actually did something wrong but just because they made the wrong person angry. maybe his friend is a little sharp-edged and not always kind, but that doesn't mean he's a bad person.
finally: Xiao Xingchen is so desperately lonely and in need of a friend, and this is a person who seems to have, in spite of everything, decided to be Xiao Xingchen's friend. to a certain extent...it's not "I looked at the red flags and decided they were sexy" it's more "I looked at the red flags and decided I could fix him and it'd be fine, let the past live in the past."
basically I don't think Xiao Xingchen was naive about it, or that he immediately completely trusted Xue Yang. I think he made a decision based on a lot of emotional factors, and some logical ones, and it just ended up really not working out for him.
I mean, what it also comes down to is the question Xiao Xingchen asks Song Lan (rhetorically) in true more than truth: “But how does one recognize a wolf, if there’s no fur or teeth to give it away? How does one determine when to reach out and when to hold back? Is it better to offer kindness too much, at the risk of danger to oneself, or too little, and risk abandoning those in need?”
Xiao Xingchen would rather risk putting himself (and he would think of it as putting himself, not others) in danger than abandon someone in need out of fear. and he believes too, I think, that choosing that compassion might keep the proverbial wolf from biting.
and the miserable thing is that, in a way, he's right.
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Can you do a story where Erik and his girlfriend just move in and have a sexy nosy neighbor.Also hey I hope you’re having a wonderful day or night whenever you get this
Sugar Neighbors
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Though "Pretty Boy" Amor was accustomed to working long and exhausting hours as a full-time hospital nurse, he was burning out.
"I'm too pretty to be in this hospital. I need an OnlyFans." He'd tell himself this every day but still show up to work. "Yes, yes, I'm here," is what he'd mutter when they called on him first thing to do something. He was grumpy and snappy, but they couldn't say he didn't show up and handle his responsibilities. He had a crush on one person... a girl named Dasia. Every day, she'd keep him sane and convince him not to quit.
In the meantime, he'd hassle the agency nurses to pass the time. They were coming in, so he wanted to know their pay, other jobs, side hustles, and what they be doing on shift. Who do you like? Who here do you not like? Who are you dating? Are you married? Where do you live? Do you have kids?
Sometimes, it came off as obnoxious and sometimes flirting. Amor was just nosey, and he liked to gossip even if it was small.
"I got something," Dasia teased, leaning against him. He was 5'11 and she was a flat 5'5. He put an arm around her. "You know the rules," she looked up. She wanted to trade tea.
"My neighbor got evicted," Amor blurted. "A few weeks ago."
"And you're just telling me?"
"Pay up."
"Okay well, Dr. Garrett is sleeping with his nurse."
"I'd be more surprised if he wasn't. That's all?"
"Wait, I do have one more.. Olivia's pregnant."
"Damn, that fetus getting deleted illegal or not."
"What you got?"
"My new neighbors just moved in yesterday. Both of them are fine as hell. I went outside when I saw that U-Haul and baby, their stuff ain't cheap. Shorty had that human hair, too?"
"What you know about human hair?"
"You'd be surprised what I know. She was bad and the nigga's chain was real."
"Make you wanna pull em both... Have some sugar parents."
Amor's eyes went large as he considered it. "I think you might have done something... I could work them a bit. What I got to lose? The rent is too high."
"You are not really gonna do this..."
"Watch me."
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Erik was surrounded by boxes that he had to unpack. His camcorder was on, and Gianna was out visiting her granny when there was a knock on the door. He paused the camera, thinking it could be the landlord, but when he checked the peephole, it was a different nigga. He walked away and resumed, but before he could get recording, the nigga knocked again. So, Erik decided to put the nigga on camera.
"What you want? Talk fast."
"Hey," Amor greeted, a store bought sweet potato pie in hand. "Just a lil welcome. I'm right here," he nodded toward his own door. "Name's Amor."
"Thanks.. I'm Erik." He took the pie quickly but carefully.
"Let me know if you need anything."
"Good looking out."
Something told Erik something funny was going on, but Erik closed the door and got back to it.
Moving to a North Carolina was a temporary thing. Both Erik and his live-in girlfriend, Gianna, would only be there for a year or two until her estranged and dying grandmother bit the dust. Since her aunts and mother went no-contact, Gianna's granny had no one. Gianna didn't know the old bitty, so she wasn't emotionally attached. She was just nice and a saint to use her money to pay for memory care. In the meantime, both she and Erik were full-time YouTubers.
This was how Erik first realized Amor was a flirt. Gianna saw the neighbor in their video. All their followers saw Amor in the video. Amor was trade realness, but anyone with eyes could see that he was looking at Erik like a piece of meat. They warned Gianna to keep an eye out for Selener. They warned Erik to pay closer attention. But all in all... they ran up the views.
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Amor found his neighbors socials easily. He figured if the nigga was talking to a camera, he had to be a YouTuber, and he was absolutely right. He did his digging and saw what was being said about the encounter. He was a hot topic in their video comment section, so he had an idea. After work, he knocked on their door.
This time, when Erik opened the door, there was no camera.
"Ay come in. I wanna talk to you."
Amor was hesitant, but he could handle himself.
"This my girlfriend, Gianna."
"Hey Gianna," Amor centered in on her. Her brow rose.
"What are you... gay, straight..." Erik asked.
Amor smirked, stepping close and closing the gap between him and Erik. They were about the same height. "Want me to show you," Amor teased. Erik's arm came up to keep him back.
"Chill. I wanna talk to you about an opportunity. We make videos on YouTube, and we wondered if you wanna be a regular cameo?"
"You want me on your channel?" Amor pretended to be oblivious, but it was the idea he also wanted to bring up. He'd planned to come clean about his attempts at seducing them, but now, he figured it would be more interesting if he didn't.
"We'll cut you in."
"Aight. Yeah, I'm in. What should I do?"
"Just... Be yourself," Gianna pointed.
Amor almost laughed. He considered himself a straight man, he definitely wasn't being himself.
So it went on. Amor knocked on their door and continued to flirt with both Gianna and Erik with a camera in his face. He even participated in harmless pranks they planned and played on each other. They paid him his cut and he reported to Dasia everything that occurred in trade for more secrets and gossip. He still worked at the hospital, just less hours. He still noticed who was early and who was late, who lied on what they did, and which nurses were secretly having sex. He and Dasia were the eyes and ears of the hospital and suddenly he was spending less time with her. It was the only drawback. He didn't miss the hospital, he missed Dasia.
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"He's a little weird, but he's harmless."
Erik was trying to comfort Gianna.
She was hesitating about the continued involvement of Amor in their videos. She felt like he was getting a lot of the attention because he was very attractive and charming. Too charming. Aside from that, he was bordering on aggressive. The flirting was funny when he hit on Erik, but at the same time, something didn't seem so innocent. He was blatantly serious. He was really saying these crude and sensual things, really casually touching them. She didn't typically let other men touch her in the way Amor was touching her. Erik didn't typically let it happen even after she expressed being weirded out. He'd even smacked her ass in the cheating prank and kissed her cheek. The viewers ate it up, but she felt weird!
Erik understood it all, but again, "He is harmless... and look at the dollar. It's worth it. If you could get through a slight discomfort, we'll be good."
Gianna went to visit her grandma a couple days later. She ran into Amor on her way back. He was holding the elevator for her.
"Neighbor," he nodded.
She was cordial, but she could feel the energy of lust surrounding her. He didn't look at her, but he oozed sex. He struck her as a glorified perverted playboy. Her skin began to tingle from that point whenever he was near. She couldn't quite put her finger on the discomfort.
They continued making videos and paying him. Then something different happened. He came to her privately and proposed a video idea. A prank on Erik where he's lying in their bed instead of Gianna.
"He might hurt you," Gianna warned. That was the LEAST that would happen.
Amor waved it off, seeming unconcerned. "I'm tougher than I look and the views would be good."
Gianna considered it. Amor was right about the views and part of Gianna wanted to call Erik's bluff since he seemed to be so damn fine with everything that she'd been saying was an issue. He wouldn't get it until a line was crossed with him.
So, she agreed and put Amor in their bed in her bonnet and robe one evening. He looked just like her as a lump laying there. The camera was hidden, and so was she. She watched from the closet as Erik entered the bedroom, talking to what he assumed was her.
He sat on the bed and kept talking. She'd have to edit out a good 10 minutes of footage from that alone. Finally, he uncovered the lump and jumped, slamming Amor with a pillow.
Amor didn't break character.
"Erik, I knew you'd be back. Gianna went out. She should be back in the next fifteen minutes, but until then," he stroked Erik's forearm seductively.
Erik was frozen trying to determine what he was going to do. Gianna was ready to jump out of the closet should he throw a punch. But something interesting and unexpected happened. Erik sat back down on the bed. Gianna was surprised and suddenly watching much more closely.
"Why are you in our bed?"
"She said I could."
"But why are you here?"
"Why do you think? She mentioned you wanted a threesome. She said you might get mad at first and wonder why me and not another woman. I assured her that I could do anything a woman could do and more for you both." Amor chuckled evilly. "You don't even know the shit I could do to y'all."
Gianna was blown away that Erik was even listening to this bullshit. She'd never!
"Shit like what," Erik questioned.
"You got a couple minutes? I could give you a glimpse of the feeling."
Gianna's eyes went wide.
"Hurry up," Erik gestured to his own lap, watching Amor lean over and touch his stomach.
Gianna couldn't take it anymore. She burst from the closet and called Erik every foul name she could think of in that moment.
Both he and Amor began to laugh. That's when Erik pointed to a separate camera that had been set up in the room way before.
"Got ya."
So Gianna had been genuinely pranked by Erik and Amor was part of it. She was even more frustrated now. She knew what she had to do. She let things cool down and waited for the opportune moment to enlist Amor like she thought she'd done before. This time, she was initiating. Her idea was for Erik to catch the two of them fooling around in bed. She was a little anxious considering Amor already couldn't keep his hands to himself, but they went through with it.
As she expected, even with the cameras on, he was trying to feel her up under the covers. She had to keep stopping his wandering arms. Maybe watching this footage back would show Erik what she saw. Maybe he'd be a little more wary about this man who made her feel uneasy in her body. Again, he was very attractive and aggressive about his interest. He kept touching her, and it didn't feel bad at all. Erik had to hurry.
"Where is he," she worried aloud.
"He'll be here," Amor smirked, sliding a hand between her thighs. She was wearing leggings, but still. "Why do I make you so nervous," he asked. "Relax. It's your world."
Gianna sighed, waiting for the scene to start. Amor held her chin.
"Don't be nervous. I don't bite, unless you want me to." He leaned in and nibbled her finger. "What? You want me to, you just don't know it yet."
She was seconds from jumping up when Erik walked in, instant confusion on his face. This time, he didn't stop. He jumped across the room onto the bed in his shoes and almost hit her trying to beat the hell out of Amor.
Amor wasn't lying about defending himself. He held Erik off long enough to say it was a prank and to watch the footage back. He left instantly and after reviewing the footage, Erik was even more pissed.
That was the straw that made him say "No more Amor. Amor is done!"
Gianna, of course, had to say, "I told you."
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"So that's my gossip," Amor finally finished recounting to Dasia all that had occurred. "I'm back to being full-time." He sighed, upset that his side gig had tanked.
"I still can't believe you tried to seduce them both. You knew that wouldn't end well."
"Yeah, yeah. Well. At least I'm here before your very eyes as I was before. You're welcome."
"You missed me," Dasia grinned.
Amor shook his head no, pride not allowing those words to come forward. "You owe me something juicy. Make it good, or I'm a be pissed because I gave you a damn good one."
"Ok, how about we do it like this since you're so stubborn. I have some tea that you know, you just don't think you know."
"Something else," Amor frowned, uninterested. Dasia chuckled.
"You're gonna wanna hear this one. Tea is, you've been so busy flirting with your neighbors and playing sitcom that you forgot to do what you've been working up the courage to for the last few months. You need to ask me out before Allen from Maternity asks me."
"The fuck, who said I wanted to ask you out?" Amor smiled, bumping her gently.
The cat had long been out of the bag. Dasia had been waiting and sticking to him, but Amor was taking entirely too long to say something about his feelings.
Lunch was coming up in a few minutes. He pointed his head toward the cafeteria direction, and Dasia bit the inside of her lip, nodding with a roll of her eyes. He was so shy when it really mattered.
"You owe me a cut of that YouTube money," she teased as they walked down the hall together.
"Did you flirt with another man for weeks to earn this money? No."
"I gave you the idea," she bickered back, playfully.
"You have no evidence."
"I don't have to eat lunch with an extortionist," she turned.
He quickly stopped her and guided her back forward. "I'll buy your lunch."
"A start," she smirked. "Maybe if I flirt with YOU hard enough. I'll get it all."
The End
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artsyunderstudy · 2 years
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WIP Fic Rec Wednesday! 
I don’t have anything new to share today, so I figure I’d take the time to recommend some great work by great people.  I don’t do these often enough, honestly.  And I read so much good fic.  So much.  You all are stupid talented it’s, like, incredibly rude (affectionate).  
Anyway.  Onward!
A Dangerous Affinity by @larkral  (WIP, 27k, T)
This is a Scholomance AU for the Prompt Fest and it’s phenomenal.  The Scholomance world is definitely complex, but the world building in this fic is really thorough and well done.  The world itself is dark and dangerous, and I love the way it’s so different than CO but the parallels are so well drawn.  Specifically in regards to Baz and his trauma.  I also love (love) the relationship between Baz and Simon.  If I wasn’t already in love with them, this fic would’ve had me on board from the get.  Definitely, definitely give this a chance!
This Is Your Place by @cutestkilla (Complete, 18k, M)
Another Prompt Fest fic, an AU of the night Baz gets back to Watford after his kidnapping.  Everything by this author is great, FIRST OF ALL.  Second, this fic is especially great.  It’s sexy, bitingly funny, and really digs into the boy’s psyches so masterfully.  Especially Baz, because we really don’t get to linger much on his trauma in canon.  By the end of the fic, both Baz and the reader will have got a bit of much-needed healing. 
Baker boxer teacher grief (Or: The thing that lasts) by @chen-chen-chen-again-chen (Complete,  21k, E)
This is the author that brought us the amazing (fic and experience) The tears of Mummers House but the first fic I read by them was Baker boxer teacher grief.  It is a really sensitive exploration of grief, while also being a really believable, tender, lovely getting together story.  And Mordelia is incredible it this, I mean you should read it just for that.  This is a story about making the leap to open your heart, even knowing how temporary everything is.  I absolutely loved it.
Accidents Happen by @hushed-chorus  (Complete, 42k, M)
I love a time loop!  Yes, okay.  Watford-era timeloop fic with a great getting together plot, steamy and sweet sex scenes, a sprinkle of angst and a pretty great bait and switch mystery.  This was hushed-chorus’s breakout fic, and it was an EXCELLENT one.  Everything they’ve released since has been great as well.  Definitely give this one a read.
Every little helps by @nightimedreamersworld​  (WIP, 24k, M)
How the hell can a fic that hasn’t had any sex in it (yet) be so flippin steamy?  I’m obsessed.  I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again.  This fic is a MASTERWORK of sexual and romantic tension.  While somehow keeping the boys kissing like 90% of the time.  It’s like the holy grail.  When I die, I’d like to be buried with it.  That’s all.  I’m really very normal about this fic.
Can’t wait to see everyone’s WIPS today, tags are below. No pressure, but if you don’t have any new words to share I’d love to see more fic recs.  There have been a lot of great lists this past week.  Help me fill up that TBR!!
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heavennumber2 · 9 months
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My first fic! This is part one of a series I’ve called
Here’s One For the Othered
Series is rated E: Hopefully lots of sexy sexy filth later. This chapter is M (references to anxiety disorders, CPTSD, past sexual assault, pining, sexual references, Frankie being an awkward cutie)
I dedicate this series to anyone who suffers from anxiety disorders or CPTSD.
Part 1 stars our love Frankie Catfish Morales.
Part 2 will either be our baby boy Marcus Pike or Murder Daddy Dave York (open to suggestions).
Chapter 1: Christopher Columbus Did Not Deserve His Own Holiday
It takes a lot to make you angry.
Your focus makes you the epitome of calm; the soft sweet smile sewn into your face could placate any skeptic.
::Look at you, you beautiful swindler, blending in with the human race like you belong::
You unfortunately have something called a heart/goblin. You’re not sure if other people have it but it lives in the same cavity as your heart, it gets crowded, and it gets loud. And mean. It’s really really mean.
You don’t belong, you know this. You sit behind the invisible glass wall that separates you, the filthy, from them, the acceptable. They are so beautiful with their stories of family and jobs and childhood and social soirées. Sometimes their kindness shocks you. Some of these remarkable humans you meet make you feel… oh what’s the word… beautiful? Loved? Accep-
::Don’t worry, baby, it’s all temporary::
Damn heart/goblin.
You sit on the wooden barstool, laughter and rowdy music simultaneously provoking and calming the mean thing that resides within your rib cage.
Even with the rise and quiet of your fear, you are completely taken with the humans sharing the small bar table with you. You wonder if they feel like the Othered as well- you recognize the shadows in their eyes but have never been ballsy enough to question them.
There are four people sitting at this tiny elevated table on tiny elevated backless stools. Three are marvelous interesting phenomenal humans, one is you.
You fiddle with the napkin that was once settled under your wet pint glass. Eventually, it will be shredded into tiny rolls of paper. Said tiny rolls of paper will be arranged into a word or a shape that represents how you feel in that moment. Whole becomes pieces becomes expression. How fitting.
You share a close space with Syd, the mighty They, with their colorful hair and sharp wit. They smile with FIRE next to you. Their shoulders keep beat to music and loudly shouted stories (how archaic of them), and they wiggle their pierced eyebrows at you fondly. Oh how your heart/goblin jumps. There really isn’t enough space for that.
The other two friends of unspecified gender gaze at each other. It is soft and delicate and so goddamn sweet, you could barf and die all at once.
“Let’s go to the bar and give them space”, Syd the Mighty whispers, words slightly smudged with liquor. You’re so eager to be included in such a beautiful conspiracy that your agreed nod almost knocks the damn head off your shoulders.
Gorgeous humans, you think as your eyes lovingly gaze on the maybe- almost -kinda -couple. Friends, please? Can we be friends? Who made my eyes wet?
“We are gonna go grab a drink!” Syd the Mighty proclaims as they stand, “You sexy bastards want another round?”
The Coupled nods, hands on the precipice of clasping next to their near empty glasses.
“Money, please,” Syd extends their hand the way that girl does from that show they introduced you to. It’s very funny. Syd is very funny.
“No, it’s okay, I have this one,” you finally manage to squeak out. You really hope it isn’t a squeak.
You did get the last round. And the round before that.
But their look of appreciation melts you so much you would empty your bank account just to see it over and over and over again.
They all lovingly extend their perfect human paws towards you, mewling their thanks, and you blush. This is what non-othered people must feel like. It’s addicting. You’d die for them, you decide. Granted, you tell your cat this every day, but it’s the thought that counts.
It takes a lot to make you angry.
Especially now. Why would you ever be angry when Syd’s blessed fingers graze your shoulder as they guide you towards the bar. Why would you ever be angry when they plop their arms down on the sticky wood and tell you how happy they are you joined tonight? Why would you ever be angry when they sweetly nuzzle your shoulder and offer the drunken wish that you’ll be friends forever (your heart/goblin screams).
Could this be your forever?
Belonging?
This is terrifying and exhilarating and probably normal for everyone else.
The two of you snuggle while waiting for the bartender and you could die right now. Syd holds a strength you wish you could inherit, and with this strength, they hold you with their shoulders.
Is this belonging?
Oh, it’s nice. Friends are nice.
::Be careful, little baby, you don’t know this world::
Damn this heart/goblin.
It always brings you back during the most beautiful moments. So what would one do with this moment after being interrupted by the violent goblin in your chest?
You ruin it.
::Hahahahahahaha!!::
You just need one little trigger- or a trigger in shape of a large sticky emboldened hand.
This hand, aggressive and male, lands hard on your lower back, a violent manifest destiny trying to claim your body. This man is groping you- openly-
You yelp is shock- the proud feminist warrior in you freezes and you realize she’s still a child. Damnit.
The sticky Christopher Columbus of hands then tries to claim more territory even as you back away in protest.
“Come ‘ere baby, is all good. Relax, I’m jus sayin hi.”
“Back the fuck up!”, Syd the Mighty yells- oh this wondrous hero- their tongue works, yours is stuck behind your clenched teeth.
Columbus the Gross drunkenly shouts in defense. Words like bitch, slut, and ugly, are cannoned towards the two of you. The bullets are exchanged, shots fired, bald spots are insulted, gender is questioned, your age, your weight, your existence is thrown into the battle field without mercy. Columbus shoves you into Syd and it doesn’t take much to throw off your balance. He’s then pulled away by a group of people you’ve never met. He may as well have been pulled in by a machine- each hand works as an individual within a practiced group. Four sets of hands that grab and yank like rogues in the night.
Syd lets out a victorious “HA!” as Columbus crumbles to the ground. He mumbles a few sexist and homophobic quips (lazily repeated, you might add). These words are meant to stab but they merely tumble out of his mouth in defeat, cluttering to the floor lamely. This should be as funny to you as it is to Syd. But your skin feels too infected.
It’s time to ruin things.
You wait for Columbus to retreat to his corner. You hand Syd your debit card, and tell them you absolutely must must must use the restroom. You even add a hip wiggle to make it more convincing. Syd playfully hollers their approval at your fake sexy shimmy.
And you RUN.
Off to the toilets and smelly tile and mirrors and closed off spaces.
::Run, you coward.::
It takes a lot to make you angry-
Apparently that’s because you’re too afraid to feel anything outside of Othered. You coward.
This smelly bathroom is your only sanctuary in the habitable world- there is no other place for you to go. All other spaces are occupied by the worthy-
::This is what you deserve::
The skin where his hand touched feels… slimy? Poisoned? Something that isn’t YOU anymore. It took you so long to claim your body back from the last encounter. That one was worse- shouldn’t you be used to this by now?
You hear a bang on the door and a drunken “fuck- hurry- I gotta piisssss”
You don’t deserve this sanctuary either.
You fix the hair and make up situation quickly, check you lower stomach for bloat by turning sideways. Yup, bloat still present. Great.
The pounding on the door continues until you finally open it to squeeze by the very drunk walking bladder. It’s blind to you so you slip down the hallway.
Maybe it’s time to leave- the music is too loud, the people are too people, and you can’t seem to human right.
As you walk towards the exit, head down, like the coward you are, you launch yourself into a large physical body. It was like running into soft brick- like an immovable sandcastle.
::You lowlife:: your goblin/heart chuckles.
Yeah, you are. So you apologize profusely. You’re already reeling from being friends with people, any other interaction would destroy you.
“Oh god- I am so sorry- I wasn’t looking- I’m just- this is- I’m sorry”
Large Physical Body places their hands on your shoulders. Large Physical Body leans their head forward in concern. Large Physical Body has a voice. And very deep brown eyes.
“Are you alright, hermosa?”
The fuck?!
Since when do gods roam?
He is… broad.
He owned one of the pair of hands (very large hands- oh heavens) that removed Columbus from his unsolicited voyage of you.
He is power.
He knows what a panic attack looks like.
You can’t answer.
But he holds you gently.
And you hear him.
“Are you okay, hermosa?”
Again he asks.
“I’m okay… just-“
Your stupid emotions breaking your voice. Why have human emotions when you can’t even human in social interactions?! This is just cruel.
“How about you breathe with me for a second?” He says, “I need to breathe, too. We can help each other.”
Wow, he’s good. He takes away the pressure of being taken care of- of being the burden. If he needs it too, you will do whatever “it” is.
So you nod and look into his eyes. You inspect his face. Brown eyes, curls hidden under a baseball cap, whiskers that would feel amazing scratching against your inner-
“Breathe in for 5,” He says, giant hands still resting on your shoulders. He counts while you inhale. “Hold for 5”. You hold your breath the way you wish he would hold you- tightly.
“And exhale for 5.”
Okay, that’s enough. This isn’t about him anymore and you can’t really handle being some strangers burden tonight.
“I’m okay. Thanks. That was just a lot”. You halfway smile to ease any worry he has. It doesn’t work. He’s still worried. Fuck.
“I get it,” He drops his hands from your shoulders and suddenly you’re very cold, “Us grabbing at him like that probably didn’t help. We can get a bit rowdy without thinking.”
You quietly chat with him and he makes you feel slightly more human. You converse like a normal person- well, as normal as you can be.
His name is Francisco. You can call him Catfish or Frankie. You opt for Frankie (although you make a compelling argument for Catnip- which he almost accepts).
He’s here with his friends, he had a rough day, he’s adamant he can turn you on to non-alcoholic beer (just not the yeasty sludge they serve here) and he likes the movie Cabin in the Woods just like you and you two loudly discuss the elevator scene.
After a few minutes or maybe longer of beautiful conversation, you hear both of your names being called. Syd and Frankie’s group are no longer at the bar but situated at your original table.
They had made fast friends.
When you go to sit, you sit next to Frankie. He pulls his stool to be an inch closer to you. You like that but don’t comment on it.
You learn Frankie’s friends and their partners names. Will and his partner, Vince- a beautiful statuesque blonde man with his smaller and leaner (although spicier) boyfriend. Santiago and his absolutely STUNNING date, Emilia- you’d watch that happen. (Oh my god, stop). Benny and his girlfriend, Jess, who looks like the only person who could beat him in a fight. You feel the only reason Columbus isn’t dead is because the men got to him before Jess did.
And then there’s Frankie. Next to you all warm and broad and being all genuine and kind. Damnit.
You wait for your heart/goblin to interrupt but it is blissfully silent.
And you sit with them. You laugh at their jokes. You make jokes back. Frankie’s knee touches yours under the table. You quiver. Vince and Syd immediately connect over music and art and drag shows. Jess would have you smitten if you weren’t already addicted to catnip (oh my god, stop).
Santiago- “Call me Pope, honey,”- Pope makes the most horrendous sex jokes and you find him all the more endearing for it. His date loves it. You hope it works out.
Frankie’s knee slides underneath yours and you quiver.
Your heart/goblin is still quiet. You completely forget you don’t belong. That glass wall… gone.
You belong.
Frankie’s hand rests on your knee as he asks you some wonderful and personal questions. You want another club soda cranberry but you don’t dare move in case everything changes.
Have you seen the new Evil Dead movie?
What’s your favorite genre of music?
Would you ever drive cross country, if so, which country?
You learn he’s a helicopter pilot and he loves The Eagles.
He wants to know if you like Indian food. You do? He knows of a great new spot that opened up last month. You wait for him to follow that up with something- like a freaking invitation- but he swallows whatever words he was about to say with a quick swallow of his gross yeasty sludgy non-alcoholic beer. His knee twitches underneath yours.
You realize-
He also has a heart/goblin. Oh. You wonder if his is as loud as yours.
Time to save him the way he saved you.
“Do you want to come with me?”
He nearly sputters, his eyes wide, his knee under yours suddenly becomes very active.
“I… what?” He says, having to shout a bit as whatever Syd and Vince are debating over is creating an enthusiastic and jovial response.
“To… um… Indian food. I think- I’m gonna go to that new place. The place you said that just opened. Do you wanna come?”
More laughter from the group but you’re able to hold the delicate space between the two of you.
His eyes don’t leave yours as his thumb caresses your knee. He smiles. Oh that smile could kill someone.
“Yes.”
For the remaining 30 minutes of the bars opening hours, his hand and knee never retreat.
You have never felt so deliciously human. Drinks are finished, numbers are exchanged (you’re pretty sure Syd and Vince will be in each others wedding parties), Benny and Jess very pointedly invite you to their barbecue next weekend, everyone except you and Frankie take a final round of tequila shots to solidify new friendship, and you all say goodbye.
Before you could order your Uber-
“Would you like a ride home, Hermosa?”
You wonder if you quiet his heart/goblin the way he quiets yours. The way he looks at you makes you think you might. He’s standing close, outside in the damp air. You hear the bartender lock the doors behind you.
“That would be really… nice.”
Ugh that killer smile. You’re dying, you’re dead. Can you still kiss that which kills you?
He goes to make some space in the passenger side seat in his truck. You take a peak- books, baby toys, cables, what you believe might be non-perishable groceries. Geez, why does THAT turn you on…?
Then you see it. Him.
Christopher Columbus himself.
Drunk, angry, slighted, masculinity wounded like a weak baby bird.
He walks towards you like he’s loaded. You see in the corner of your eye Frankie jolt and begin to rush towards him.
It takes a lot to make you angry.
You are not angry.
You are done.
And you punch him.
::Fuck yeah:: says your heart/goblin.
Columbus crumbles like a sack of something rotten and unwanted.
Frankie half escorts, half throws you into his passenger seat. Within seconds, he is peeling out of the parking lot. The song Witchy Woman by The Eagles is serenading you from his speakers- how fitting.
Is he angry? Is he disgusted? Is he upset he couldn’t demonstrate his manly manliness by punching him himself?
No.
Frankie is laughing. He is howling with joy. His hand punches the steering wheel and he jovially compliments your right hook. He’s celebrating you. That killer smile is still killing and it’s the best death you’ve ever had. He calls you “Bad ass”, “Queen”, “Mother fuckin powerhouse”.
“Hermosa”.
He hands you his phone.
“Put your address is, hermosa, so I know how to get you home.”
You hold the slightly cracked and mishandled devise in your unpunched hand- the maps app open and ready for you to end the night.
“Actually-“ you say after you dislodge your voice from its hiding place, “Can we go to yours…?”
Only the music responds. The Eagles.
Woo-hoo Witchy woman
She’s got the moon in her eyes
You wait in animated suspension. Even your heart/goblin waits.
“I would love that, Hermosa
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frankiekatt · 3 years
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Wowy hii, saw that you're writing for slasher, so here I am!
Can I plz have some hcs about any slashers with s/o, but their s/o is a literal gremlin, like they're not serious at all, always joking and annoying people around, but sometimes might be quite soft and quiet.
Thank you and have a nice day! ❤️
This was fun to write lmao
Warnings: Sexual harassment, NSFW, murder, blood, canabilism
Characters: Thomas Hewitt, Bo Sinclair, Lester Sinclair, Billy Lenz, Stu Macher, Michal Myers
Slashers With An S/O That Never Takes Anything Seriously:
Thomas Hewitt:
Thomas is a little overwhelmed by your personality at first.
He’s a quiet and reserved man who’s never had any kind of friends, so goofiness and jokes can make him feel uneasy at first.
But!! He gets used to everything very quickly!!!
Thomas loves everything about you and he finds you to be incredibly charming.
He can get a little anxious when he sees you annoying Hoyt because he doesn’t want his uncle to do anything bad to you in irritation/retaliation.
Your jokes are always a stress reliever for him, since he spends most of his days in a dark basement, surrounded by blood and gore. Your humor just shines a little bit of light on his day, and he loves you for that!
While Luda Mae and Hoyt might not like the fact that you never take anything seriously, Thomas finds it relieving. At the beginning of your relationship, Thomas was terrified of losing you because he thought you would be terrified of all screams, murder, and cannabilism, but he was pleasantly surprised to see that you didn’t pay much mind to it.
Thomas’ family mostly saw you as a clown, but Thomas could only ever look at you as the brightest ray of sunshine that has ever graced his life.
After all, he was the only one that saw your softer side.
Your soft and quiet side mostly shone through during the evening. Something about the sunset and cicada chirping calmed your heart.
You would often take Thomas by the hand and lead him outside to sit on the front porch with you, so the two of you could cuddle and watch the sunset together.
Thomas was always so used to your voice, because you loved to talk about anything and everything, so your temporary quiet nature was new, yet comforting.
During these moments, there didn’t need to be any talking between the two of you. You deep emotional bond allowed you both to communicate through actions.
You would lay your head on Thomas shoulder, stroking his chest, and Thomas would wrap his big arms around your smaller frame, resting his masked cheek against the top of your head.
This was Thomas’ way of saying, “I love you, you’re the best thing in my life,” and your way of saying “I could never live without you.”
Bo Sinclair:
:|
You’re gonna annoy the fuck out of this boy
Sometimes you both wonder how the two of you even got together, but the nights you and Bo spent pleasuring each other, going round after round, reminded you both how. (Your both just sexy okay its that simple)
Bo was a serious guy, so he was a little miffed that he was always the one having to take the lead in everything since you just couldn’t stop making a joke out of everything.
Sometimes you would actually make him really irritated due to your tendency to irk people endlessly, so he would have to step away to cool off and blow off some steam.
Sometimes he would yell at you in anger, which always made him feel like shit after, so he tended to stalk off to his shop to calm down before speaking to you.
You would have to go see him a couple hours later to wrap your arms around him from behind and shyly apologize to him.
He favored these moments the most.
Your voice quieter than usual, focusing on just him, touching him gently.
He would always accept your apologies, of course, and would let you know by kissing your lips softly.
Bo liked to take advantage of your softer side by lifting you up by your waist and setting you on the hood of whatever car he had been working on and kissing down your neck.
As revenge, Bo liked to draw out his teasing as long as possible. Kissing down your neck, chest, stomach, massaging your pussy through your skirt, palming your breast roughly.
It gets to a point where you just have to tell him, “Bo, I need you to fuck me.”
And he would oblige.
He would take you right then and there, on the hood of the car.
The metal beneath you was always shockingly cold, making you shiver against Bo’s chest.
“You cold, Darlin,” Bo would ask teasingly as he pulled your panties off. “Don’t worry, I’ll warm you right up.”
He would spend hours licking your pretty pink pussy if he could. He licks and sucks and kisses your most intimate part until you're shaking and crying above him, begging him to fuck you sensless.
After he’s satisfied with your helplessness, he’ll lean back up and ram himself inside of you. There have been many nights where he has taken you gently and slowly in his garage, holding your hand with every thrust, kissing your sweet lips to quiet your whimpers, but tonight was different. There was a primal need shared between you two. Bo wanted to let his frustrations on through loving you, and you wanted to be taken hard and fast.
When the two of you are done, you lounge around inside the car to catch your breath, holding hands. Everything seems so perfect.
Until-
“Hey, Bo? What did the toaster say to the slice of bread?”
“.....”
“I want you inside me! Eh ha ha..”
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Lester Sinclair:
!!!!!
You like constantly joking and never taking things seriously? He does too!!
Lester would find you absolutely hilarious. Every joke you cracked would have him doubling over in laughter. Which would make you double over in laughter. Which would make Lester laugh harder, because now you both have the giggles and both of your laughs are just too infectious.
Everytime the two of you would go to Ambrose to visit his brothers, you guys would annoy the hell out of Bo and Vincent. Bo just wants to be left alone to work in his shop but instead he’s stuck listening to you tell a 40 minutes story about how you burnt dinner last night.
And Vincent just wants to be left alone to paint and sculpt but instead he’s here listening to Lester crack jokes that are a.) not funny and b.) don’t make any sense. -_-
Your and Lester’s trailer is always filled with so much love and laughter and the two of you could not be any happier.
You both have your own soft and quiet moments that hit at random times.
Sometimes it happens when the two of you are play fighting in the living room, howling with laughter. You both fall to the floor, wrestling and giggling until the both of you run out of breath and just gaze at each other as you lay on the carpet.
“You look so cute,” he giggles.
“No, YOU look so cute!”
“W-well!!! I love you!!”
“Uhm...well...I love you MORE.”
And it just turns into an argument about who adores the other more.
Billy Lenz (1974):
The perfect couple.
Literally.
The two of you are always joking around, cackling and goofing about every little thing.
Billy has finally found his soulmate and he could not be happier.
He two of you prank the sorority girls together, making sex sounds in unison to sound even more vulgar.
Everytime you crack a joke, you get worried Billy is joking because of how hard he’s laughing.
“Umm Billy you okay? It wasn’t even that funny.”
“HA haha...piggy makes me laugh...Billy loves your jokes.”
Needless to say, your relationship is filled with smiles, laughter, and praise.
Billy will tell you you’re the funniest person he’s ever met and he wants to keep you forever.
You tell Billy you love how much he laughs at your antics and that you can’t live without him.
It’s impossible to annoy Billy. It’s just not feasible.
Any time you try, he’ll just giggle and pat your head, telling you you’re his ‘favorite piggy ever.’
He LOVES when you annoy the sorority girls thoug!
Hearing you moan and squeal and speak so sexily vulgarly to Barb and Jess makes Billy so proud. And horny.
Almost all of your sexual encounters are filled with complete silliness.
Sometimes, however, the joking and cackling subside. The two of you will just be chilling, nothing else to do, and you just feel the need to profess your love for your boyfriend.
“I love you so much Billy.”
Billy will look startled at your sudden outburst, before he breaks out in a huge grin, launching across the room to tackle you into a hug.
“Billy loves you too! Billy loves you more than anything!!!”
Now the rest of your day will be spent in Billy’s arms, whispering sweet nothings to each other.
Stu Macher:
Match made in Heaven!
Stu loves to joke around.
He hardly ever takes anything seriously.
He annoys everyone.
And once he meets you? It's love at first sight.
The two of you are always in detention because you guys just cannot shut up in class. You are always disrupting something.
But you know what that means!
Detention dates <3
As long as the two of you together, Stu couldn't care less about where he was.
He and Billy appreciate your habit of not taking anything seriously because once the murders start occuring, you don't think too much about it, never asking questions or arousing suspicion around your boyfriend and his bestie.
When Billy had told Stu his plan to kill Sydney, and asked him if he was going to kill you as well, Stu’s heart sank.
He remembers when he was dating Tatum, just a few months ago, before he broke up with her for you, he had no qualms about killing her,
But you?
He loved you. You were his other half. The one person who understood him, who accepted him. He could never hurt you.
“Nah dude. I’m leaving her out of this.”
That night, he sneaks through your bedroom window to see you.
“Stu! (where the hell have you been loca) What’re you doing here?”
The sparkling smile you flash at him and the love swimming in your big, beautiful eyes makes him feel even guitler.
He feels bad that you’re dating a serial killer. He thinks you deserve better, but he would never let you go.
“Hey babe! I just missed you!”
You rushed over to him, dressed in kitty cat pajamas, and hugged him tight. He had only snuck through your bedroom window a couple of times before, and they had all been planned. Seeing him in your room as a surprise made your heart burst with happiness.
Stu led you to your bed and pulled you up onto his chest to cuddle you. It was late, and the both of you were tired. Stu just wanted to lay with you in silence, appreciating your presence.
You didn’t feel like releasing your usual high energy at the moment. Right now, you just wanted to fall asleep on your boyfriend’s chest, listening to the sound of his heartbeat.
Michael Myers:
Girl
Michael does not appreciate your antics.
Annoying him is easy, but you would never know that.
He keeps his emotions very private, so when he is annoyed he’ll just stalk away from you.
He does not think you’re funny :(
He does enjoy your quiet moments. He likes to come home when your energy is low.
He’s usually covered in blood when this happens, so you clean him up without cracking a joke which he appreciates.
You’ll turn on a movie for the both of you, and Michael lets you cuddle up with him.
He does like you, he just doesn’t want you to know that...
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spicymayo1983 · 3 years
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Hiya. This is part 2. Poe has offered you temporary shelter from your abusive husband and things heat up between the two of you. This chapter is graphic smut heavy. Lol.
Warnings, XXX smut, female receiving oral sex, unprotected sex, female ejaculation, Not for anyone under 18.
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Act 2, Into The Fire
It felt wrong yet so right at the same time. You sighed deeply and your heart felt like it was going to beat out of your chest as you felt Poe's strong yet gentle hands move languidly, painfully down your hips.
You gently guided his hand between your legs. You could feel Poe's cock getting hard as he touched you, softly stroking your outer lips.
His touch made you shudder in ecstasy. The warmth of his body against yours was making you wild with desire.
"Show me where to touch you". Poe whispered into your ear. "Show me what feels good".
Silently you guided his hand towards your wet slit, and to your sensitive clit.
Poe softly stroked it, speeding up and slowing down to match your breathing and movements expertly.
As he touched you Poe was kissing, nuzzling and nibbling on your neck.
"I want to taste you, if that's okay". He whispered.
You eagerly rolled over on to face him. There was a beautiful, tender smile on his handsome face as he looked deeply into your eyes and stroked your cheek.
He leaned over and began to plant a series of soft, fluttering kisses on your neck, gradually going lower, between your breasts.
Poe's lips felt soft and warm against your skin. Your body felt hot all over as you felt yourself nearing the edge of orgasmic bliss.
When his head went between your legs you spread them further apart for him. Poe began to lick, suck and nibble on the pink flesh within as you gently stroked the soft curls on his head.
Your head was already swimming when Poe penetrated your wet cunt with his tongue, expertly and softly tongue fucking you completely over the edge.
Afterwards he leaned over and kissed you on the lips, sliding his tongue inside of your mouth, allowing you to smell and taste your own unique scent on him.
"Poe, that was amazing". You told him breathlessly, as you gazed into his dark eyes.
"Your beautiful little pussy is delicious". Poe replied with a smile as he licked his lips, savoring your juices.
His thick cock was rock hard, you reached up and began to stroke the silken flesh. His head went back between your legs and he began to eat you out again, sending you over the edge for a second and third time.
"I need you to fuck me". You begged. "I have to feel you inside of me".
Poe got on top and as he held you safely in his arms his rock hard, thick cock entered the wet warmth of your body.
With every thrust you cried out in pure, unrestrained pleasure. His cock stretched your tight walls out nicely and hit every sweet spot thanks to his perfect curve.
As his thick shaft brushed against the rough patch of flesh that was your g-spot you cried out in ecstasy and released a sudden gush of warm fluid all over him.
Your eyes widened in surprise but Poe started laughing.
"What's so funny?" You asked as he continued to fuck you.
"Let's just say that you're not the first woman who has drenched my cock". Poe told you with a sexy little laugh.
You gave his face a playful, soft little slap as you let him finish inside of you. The feeling of his hot cum soaking your insides almost triggered a fourth orgasm. You were so caught up in the moment to remember that you were off of your birth control due to the fact that you and your husband had been trying for baby number 2 for quite some time.
But you assumed that Poe was on something. He had to be, right?
But it felt so damn right, and pleasurable. The element of danger was alluring to you.
It would have been a crime against nature, and pleasure, to make him pull out.
"This is the first time in years that I've been sexually satisfied".
You made the candid confession to Poe as the two of you were relaxing in bed, enjoying the afterglow of your encounter.
Your honest words made him laugh a little.
"So I guess your husband is not only an asshole but he can't take care of your needs?" Poe replied, laughing.
"Well, yes, you could say that". You answered back, shaking your head a little and laughing. "He isn't a giver, that's for sure".
"I'm all about giving". Poe explained with a smile. "Giving is the best part".
You were relaxing on your side, still nude and gently running your fingers through his lush, curly locks.
He was resting on his back, slowly drifting off to sleep with his eyes closed.
"I meant what I said". Poe told you, his gorgeous eyes opening and looking deeply into yours. "I love you, and I'll do anything in my power to protect you".
You fell asleep with your head resting on his chest, listening to the gentle thump of his beating heart.
"Poe, I love you too". You answered back, tears stinging your eyes.
"He doesn't deserve you". Poe whispered back.
The next morning both of you were awakened from your blissful slumber by the sound of fists pounding on the front door.
Your heart began to race in terror as you instantly knew who it was.
"Poe, wake up! He's here!" You shouted frantically.
End of part 2
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wolf-and-bard · 3 years
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Proper Procedures for Wooing Witches
for @littoraly-art because you are amazing and I already said this, but I hope you have an awesome birthday <3
Pairing: Yennefer/Jaskier
Word Count: ~2.2k
Rating: T, some explicit language
„My darling Yennefer,“ Jaskier calls out as he swoops into his Oxenfurt apartment with a flat carton wedged under his arm. It already nicked the lavender mesh overlay of his newest doublet, but for once, he absolutely cannot be bothered by that. It’s too nice of a day. “Hello?” He kicks off his shoes.
High noon’s just gone by and Jaskier doesn’t expect Yen to be up yet – which means she will hex his ass if he wakes her. His giddiness outweighs his fears though, heart warming, as he takes in the cluttered entryway. Several pairs of shoes are strewn about, his and hers mixing on the ground. Yen’s all look like they could double as a lethal weapon and are some variation of black and white (though one pair is tinged brown from blood that crusts the bottom, he doesn’t want to know). It’s awfully domestic, a product of the temporary living situation they are in.
When Yen requested to use his rooms for a week or so, she explicitly asked for Jaskier not to be there, but, well, he is weak, he wants her, he couldn’t have stayed away if he tried. Yen’s been snippy from the moment he welcomed her with open arms and the prospect of sharing a bedroom, snippy to the point of grumpiness. That’s fair, Jaskier supposes. It’s also fair that she slips out at the most random times of day, coming back only when Jaskier’s gone to the academy for lectures or the pub for drinks with his colleagues. All fair and good. He catches her about once a day which is more than he can say for most of the year. Fair, yes. Nice, even though Yen is rarely, if at all, impressed with his affection for her. A bard can dream.
“Yenny,” he shouts again and whistles to himself as he slides through to the main room. To his surprise, she lounges at his dinner table by the window, one hand curled around a steaming mug, the other holding up one of his most beloved poetry collections (not only because he wrote several of the entries). Her hair falls in rich raven curls that cover her chest, barely concealed by the sheer black dressing gown she wears. It’s the only thing she wears, Jaskier notices, gulping heavily. Yen doesn’t look up from her reading, her lips are pursed and her tone clipped as she replies.
“For every time you call me that, bard, your balls will grow the tiniest fraction until, one day, they will explode, never to grow back.”
Jaskier considers it. Directs his attention downward. They do feel a bit strange, don’t they? But that’s only because he’s thinking about them. Right.
“I shall not be fooled,” Jaskier says, grinning. “But if you so insist, ‘beloved’ will do just as well. I brought you a gift.” Brushing past his dusty bookshelves and cluttered desk, he struts towards the table and drops the carton on it. It lands with a thud and swirls up more dust – how is it this dusty already, Jaskier could swear he cleaned the place, like, last month?
Yen licks her finger to turn the page which makes Jaskier laugh out loud. He rounds the table to glance over her shoulder, but immediately has to retch. There, catching Yen’s precise attention, is Valdo’s vomit-inducing sonnet about his first time taking a tumble with what Jaskier assumes was a professional. It has to be, no self-respecting person would bed the man free of his coin. Jaskier makes a mental note to spread another rumour about Valdo and various sexual diseases, then plucks the book from her hands and lets it drop to the table. She sighs softly under her breath and allows him to put a hand on her shoulder. Is that… does she lean into him? The tiniest bit? Oh, dear.
“That better not be a dress,” Yen says, reaching out. Her fingertips trace the edge of the carton as if she’s in deep debate on whether to pop it open. This is a game they’ve been playing excessively, him bringing her gifts, her making a show of whether to accept them or not. On the few occasions that Yen invites him for a drink or gives the acoustic properties of his lute a small magical boost, Jaskier fails to reciprocate her cool attitude. He’s too in love to feign indifference and it’s not like she would believe him either.
“If we’re using dress in terms of the precise cut it implies then no, no dress,” he replies, thumb rubbing her skin through the slippery material of the gown mostly to work through the tightness in his throat. It hurts sometimes because this farce makes him think she doesn’t want him. Hell, most things Yen does are aimed at making him think she doesn’t want him. But then there are fractions of admittance like this, like when her gravity shifts towards him or he finds her in his rooms, barely dressed, that make him think there might be more there. Jaskier simply has to practice patience.
“Julian, do I seem like a woman easily impressed with shallow gifts of clothes? In case you hadn’t noticed, I have a very particular style.”
“Oh, I noticed. Trust me, Yenny, you are very much one of a kind,” he replies, mesmerized by her fingers dancing on the cardboard. She loses no time in jabbing back.
“And yet you revert to common courting techniques? That’s pathetic and you know it.”
“Bold of you to assume I am courting you.”
“Bold of you to claim you are not. If I remember correctly, the last time Geralt was with us you got drunk off your ass and asked him for his permission to woo me. Which was sweet but not at all his place to allow. Then you continued to exert yourself into my life on every possible occasion with flowers and picnics and awful love songs. How else am I going to interpret all this?” Yen asks, craning her neck to look up at him from under dark lashes. Gods, she is gorgeous.
“Touché. But do not think I would waste the efforts of my best tailor on just anyone. This is advanced courting, dear.”
“I fail to see its distinguishing qualities.”
“The difference is that these clothes are hardly a gift and more a means to an end.” Jaskier winks which has her eyes narrow, fall back to the carton.
“You want to take me somewhere” Yen asks and, of course, she untangles his intentions immediately.
“Not just somewhere. My cousin’s forwarded me an invitation to a ball put on by some countryside nobleman or other. His work keeps him in Kerack so I’m to go in his stead. That is to say, I’d hoped you would go dancing with me.”
Yen looks up once more and Jaskier starts a little. He will never get used to the vibrance of her violet eyes, how they see through him. Once, she said it took no effort at all to pick at his thoughts, that she always feels as though he’s screaming them right at her. So, he does.
Please, he thinks, mouth twitching into a soft smile. Please, just this once. It would mean the world to me.
Yen huffs a small laugh and shakes her head, then draws the box towards her. Inside, she finds a slim-cut blouse made from the finest black cotton in the city, complete with white lace trim down the front and flaring out at the cuffs and collar. With it, Jaskier had the tailor make a white corset belt and a pair of deep black pants that have applications of the same lace. It would look precarious, almost edgy, on anyone else, but on Yen… the thought alone makes Jaskier’s chest tighten with adoration.
“Jules, this is beautiful,” Yen murmurs as her fingers trace the line of the seams on the blouse. Jaskier puts his other hand to her shoulder and holds on for dear life as his ear twitches. Was that? Did she just? Oh, how he itches to make a quip about the nickname. Because it’s funny, yes, but it also gives him palpitations. He feels like a lovesick puppy trying to befriend a wild cat. Which also means that any violation of trust can ruin what they have. It’s just so fucking precious, this whole affair, and if he were on the outside of it, he would squeal in delight and write a whole novel about it. He still might.
“I’m glad you like it. And it will look absolutely stunning on you. You will look stunning in it. Ah, not implying that you don’t usually look stunning. What I am saying is, the other attendees will be stunned.”
“You’re ridiculous… and stupid too. Are you certain you want to take me to the ball? I’m not exactly popular with the local nobility.”
“Quite the tragedy,” Jaskier says and because he feels daring, he bends down and kisses the top of her head. Then, he saunters over to the stove, pours himself a mug of tea and takes the seat next to her. “And yes, I am certain. In fact, there is nothing I’d love more. Let the people talk.”
“I don’t give a shit,” Yen says on another sigh. “Not about what they say or think or do.”
“Which is part of what makes you so damn sexy.”
Yen rolls her eyes and folds the clothes back into the carton.
“These are lovely, but I will not wear them to the dance,” Yen says. Which means she will go with him at least. It’s not enough, Jaskier is dying to see her wear what he picked out, dying to show the world that such a brilliant woman would choose to spend the evening with him. Most of all, he wants to make her happy. “Trust me on this. You have a reputation to worry about and bringing me along already risks that. Bringing me along in that can and will mess with your career.”
“Trust me, when I say that it won’t matter. I’m already famous and folk love to gossip about famous people. Probably more than they love my songs. I could imagine worse truths to be spread about me. Besides, didn’t you just say you don’t care what people think about you? Why then would you worry about what people think about me?”
"Well I never," she says, but her lips soften into a smile and her hand rises to fiddle with her pendant. Jaskier gently pries it off and brings her knuckles to his lips.
"I don't care either," he whispers. "I just want to go dancing with you."
"I'll portal to my rooms in Kaedwen and get one of my old dresses.” Her face is all smiles, but an edge has stolen into her voice which makes her sound forlorn, sad even, and her eyes flicker over to the folded clothes in the box. Jaskier’s throat tightens.
"Why are you so stubborn? It’s obvious you want to wear them. You don’t need to start giving a fuck now.”
"I'm trying to do something for you here, Julian. I don't usually go out of my way to attend stuck-up parties with peacocks such as yourself."
“Please,” Jaskier says. He still holds her hands in both of his and because he has no shame, and because this really does mean the world to him, he sinks off his chair and onto his knees before her legs. Yen’s eyes widen a fraction. “For me.”
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They dance. Oh, how they dance. Jaskier always considered himself a great dancer, he has music in his veins and has flirted and whirled his way through every ball room and banquet hall on the Continent, and it’s clear that Yen is no stranger to this art either. They are exuberant, relentless, they laugh and pirouette and demand their ground, much to the detriment of those with lesser skills. The lack of a dress doesn’t subtract from their flair, if anything, it allows for a broader range of motion
"The only way we could draw more eyes is if we'd brought Geralt along,” Yen giggles. Fuck. She’s so carefree it brings tears to Jaskier’s eyes.
"Gods no," he laughs. "He would ruin all the fun with his growling and brooding. If you're looking for more attention however..."
"Jules-"
Jaskier twirls her and, in that motion, catches her around the waist and dips her low, pressing a chaste kiss to her lips which are parted on a yelp. Before he can tug her up again, her hands come forward to cup his face and she presses into him, grins into the kiss.
“You’re absolutely ridiculous,” she whispers.
“Admit it,” Jaskier drawls as he brings her back upright and they fall into an easy basic waltz, closer to each other than the dance strictly necessitates. “You love me.”
“That is awfully presumptuous of you.” But she laughs, and kisses his cheek, and Jaskier thinks that maybe one day, she will. “Don’t bet on it, bard.”  
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peach-pops · 3 years
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the perfect pear || oikawa drabble
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synopsis: argentina timeskip where you and oikawa enjoy fruit by the beach with a side of light bantering 
word count: 854
warnings: wanting to kick a kid PFT IDK??? there should also be a warning cause i was gonna name this “argue-tina” cause get it ? whatever i thought it was funny- 
authors note: based off a dream- nothing deep, just wanted to have a bit of teasing while also thinking about how much oikawa is thriving in argentina 
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you took in a deep breath and sighed contently against the warmth of the beaming sun. argentina was gorgeous. 
you loved everything about the country from the kind natives who were always so welcoming to help you learn more about their culture to the mouth-watering food stands that you swore were blessed by the gods themselves.  
you never thought you would end up across the world to visit your boyfriend in south america, but the longer you stayed, the more you knew how much you would miss it all. 
when oikawa had told you that he wanted to visit argentina for volleyball, you remember telling him how crazy he was. 
he could play volleyball anywhere, what was in argentina? 
oikawa swore up and down how this had always been a huge dream for him and begged you to say yes. 
(you explained to him multiple times that he didn’t need to ask permission and while you fully supported his idea, you did suggest he be the one to pay for the international texting charges) 
you knew it was all so crazy and everything happened so fast. one minute you two were graduating alongside childhood friends and the next, you were helping him find a place to live in south america. 
you were nervous of course cause it meant spending a few months relying on facetime calls to get you two by but you both wanted to make long-distance work. 
you listened to the percussion of the waves and the tourists laughing rather loudly in the background as you sanded down your surfboard. in the next few weeks, the beaches would get less and less crowded due to the tourist season coming to an end and it was your own wake-up call that this trip was only temporary. 
“ took me a minute to find you, i swear you’re blending in with the locals now,” oikawa teased as he nudged your lower back with his foot,” but of course, i can still spot your beauty from a mile away.” 
you looked up at your boyfriend, who graciously rocked a blue muscle tee that not only showed off his biceps, but the growing sunburn that was spreading across his shoulders and cheeks.
 you smiled and greeted him with a soft kiss as he sat down beside you,”ah yes, speaking of beauty, i told you to put on sunscreen didn’t i? you look like a tomato.” 
“ a sexy tomato?” oikawa teased as you stared back at him, expressionless,” tough crowd okay- I didn’t have time, I was too busy fighting a lady over the last guava.”
“ and what was the verdict?” 
oikawa reached into his tote and to your amusement, he pulled out an assortment of pears,” clearly i was no match.” 
you both shared a hearty laugh as oikawa carefully cut the fruit. once he cut a full sliver, he moved the piece close to your mouth as if he would feed you. you leaned in, none the wiser, as he pulled the piece away and popped it into his mouth. 
“ im breaking up with you.”
“ and you call me the drama queen- you’re really going to break up with me over a pear?” 
“ maybe that was the last straw,” you sighed as you faked a pout before oikawa quickly cut you another piece and fed you for real,”hmm... i’ll keep you around for now.”
the two of you chatted about your days respectively and continued to eat the fresh pears until there was only one more left. you both looked at each other but before you could grab it from the tote, oikawa snatched it up.
“ too slow.”
“ whatever, i wasn’t hungry anyway.” 
as much as you two always teased each other, you both were absolutely head over heels for each other. even though others would disagree, you knew oikawa was a gentle and loyal soul who was more than just an attractive, hardworking player...yet yes, he was also a stubborn baby who will scream into the void about extraterrestrial life like it’s no ones business. 
oikawa could go on and on about how much he loves your smile and your eyes but what really made him fall in love rested safely behind your ribs. your sweet heart belonged to him in every way and he wasn’t ashamed to say that you had his. 
“ do you ever get the urge to kick a kids sandcastle down?” you asked, breaking the comfortable silence as the two of you stared at a small child playing in the sand. 
what was he saying about you being oh so sweet?
“ if you’re asking me if i would kick a kid then yes, absolutely.”
“ i- when did i say kicking the kid you psychopath,” you gasped as you slapped oikawa hard on the shoulder, earning a lousy whine from his lips,” and i don’t know how you’re going to kick em with one good knee.” 
“ okay that’s the last straw, we’re done. im booking your flight back to miyagi right now-”
“ oh just hush and cut me another slice,” you said as oikawa smiled to himself before cutting the last slice of the prickly pear in half. 
he kept his eyes on the horizon as he aimed the sliced pear towards your mouth yet when you leaned in to take a bite, he pulled away yet again and ate the last two slices in front of you.
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terresdebrume · 4 years
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The Witcher - Favorite Reads Masterpost
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So, the previous one was getting really super long and Tumblr refused to save the latest update three times, which I’m taking to mean I’ve reached some kind of length limit. In view of that, and with a poke to @nyliekeo​ who asked to be tagged, here’s the second volume of my Witcher fic-reading adventures!
(Pretty much all Geraskier, because I’m only a multishipper in the sense that I have many ships across many fandoms.)
Volume 1
Last updated: April 10th, 2020.
Non geraskier fic
Her Current Is Pulling You Closer - TheMarvellousMadMadamMim
Specs: 1 900 words - Teen & Up Audiences - Eist/Calanthe - Swimming, shameless flirting
Summary: After nearly three years of marriage, Eist Tuirseach realizes there are still things to learn about his wife.
Becoming Water - Orockthro
Specs: 3 456 words - Mature - Trans woman!Geralt, curses, happy ending
Summary:  When Geralt was a child his mother kissed his forehead, wove flowers in his hair, and let him dance around the campsite they shared with the other druids. He loved dancing, the way his body moved and flowed; he was like water.
And then she left him in the road, spilled water on his feet, and a faint trail of dust where she and the cart were no longer. And a man came and took Geralt and made him into something new.
“Were you short? Waifish? Did those witcher mutagens turn you into, you know, the hulking sexy man that you are? At least they gave you such male perfection, what with the stubble and the jaw and the--”
“Shut up, Jaskier.”
(Or, Geralt is cursed with a female body during their travels. Only it's not so much a curse as a gift she didn't know she so desperately desired until now.)
of cockroaches and men - Potrix
Specs: 1 442 words - Teen & Up Audiences - Yennefer & Jaskier, Getting to know each other, BAMF Jaskier
Summary: As if being stuck waiting for her supplier in this sorry excuse for a town full of narrow-minded, superstitious simpletons isn't already frustrating enough, the first familiar face Yennefer spots when she walks into the grubby tavern is that of her least favourite bard.
Or, alternatively; sometimes you misjudge people, but there's nothing some badassery and booze won't fix.
all cooped up - alittlebitmaybe
Specs: 4 205 words - Mature - Polyamory, Pandemic 2020, Non-explicit sex, instigator Yen
Summary: Geralt's old university roommate, Jaskier, needs a place to ride out the pandemic. Geralt and Yennefer conveniently have a couch and Geralt, inconveniently, has a crush.
Cover it over and write it out - TheArcheologist
Specs: 3 214 words - Mature - Dyslexia, implied child abuse, Dandelion is a noble
Summary: There is something Geralt has noticed, after traveling so long with Jaskier. It is nothing major, nothing world ending or even warranting bringing up, but it is there, nonetheless, a funny little habit he can’t unsee.
“You’re better at this stuff than me, Geralt, you read it.”
Geraskier fics
pride - Besully (Briar_Elwood)
Specs: 737 words - Teen & Up - Trans Jaskier
Summary: Geraskier Week Dealer's Choice
He only manages to get the shirt untucked from the bard’s trousers when Jaskier’s smile disappears, and he scrambles backwards, holding the edges of his shirt down.
Do It Again - thisgirlsays22
Specs: 6 771 words - Explicit - Time Loop
Summary: By the twentieth time Geralt has gone through the loop, he decides to just throw himself off the cliff’s edge after Borch.
He wakes up to his twenty-first attempt.
“Fuck.”
Interlude; The End of All Things - TabbyCat33098
Specs: 3 496 words - General Audiences - Growing Old Together
Summary: Geralt realizes Jaskier is growing old and tries his best to return the rest of Jaskier's life to him. If only Jaskier would cooperate and take it.
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How much longer will Jaskier be content with weathering the elements and contending with the uncertainty of mercenary work? How long until Jaskier realizes that in devoting himself to crafting a legacy for Geralt, he has forgotten to create a legacy of his own?
After all, he does not have a wife or children, for their nomadic lifestyle is conducive to neither. He has no home to return to between stints with Geralt, whether a sprawling mansion vaunting his wealth or a comfortable cottage replete with souvenirs from his varied exploits. How many experiences has Jaskier sacrificed because some contract or irate nobleman drew them elsewhere? How many untouched fields of snow has Jaskier never seen; how many harvests at Novigrad has he yearned to celebrate from halfway across the Continent—
“You’re staring,” Jaskier points out.
“You wanted to go to the Kovirian coast,” Geralt responds. 
a tapestry of scars - splendidlyimperfect
Specs: 7 688 words - Mature - Modern AU, Birpolar disorder, self harm, references to previous suicide attempt and car accident.
Summary: Jaskier comes into Geralt's life on a sunny afternoon in May - wide smiles and baby blue eyes; breathtaking stories and half-written song lyrics. He's mesmerizing and full of life, and Geralt can't look away. But sunshine doesn't last forever, and when Jaskier disappears, Geralt learns that beautiful things have dark and broken pieces, and even damaged people can help fix them.
Summer Mornings - The UnamazingTrashKing
Specs: 3 241 words - Mature - Fluff
Summary: Geralt and Jaskier are sort of a couple. They definitely wake up together and talk about spending the rest of their lives together.
An Incomplete Happiness - BlossomsintheMist
Specs: 22 497 words - Mature - Serious injuries, injuries recovery, unresolved sexual tension, unresolved romantic tension
Summary: Jaskier is traveling with Geralt when a hunt goes badly wrong and Geralt ends up injured.  Geralt soon realizes that the bard can take care of Geralt better than he'd realized, in his own way.
Hide Behind The Mound of Dead Bards - Bones (Doctorbones)
Specs: 17 296 words - Explicit - Temporary character death, Graphic depiction of violence
Summary: Jaskier is really bad at two things: shutting up and staying dead. Luckily, he can do both at the same time...for a while.
faith in transience - unconscious
Specs: 12 532 words - Explicit - Monster of the week, Service top Jaskier, attempted mind control.
Summary:  “I learn stuff about you to enrich my songs, thanks very much.”  Geralt starts.
“Like what?”
Jaskier strums a chord. “Plenty of things. You always ask the contractor if they want the head or not instead of just showing up with it, because you don’t want to shock people. You eat normal amounts of food when eating in public, instead of your usual awe-inducing giant amount. You sleep more when you’re hurt, but that’s the only way I’d ever know. You’re a bit weird about your potions and you count them a lot.” He glances up and grins. “Shall I continue?”
A handful of contracts go sideways. Recovering is easier with Jaskier there.
when midnight breaks their sleep - SummerFrost
Specs: 16 736 words - Mature - Modern setting, polyamory, polyamory negociation
Summary:   The first Snapchat that anyone ever sends Geralt is a picture of his own irritated face.
shrike_princess: can u believe this dumbass finally got a snapchat bc a cute boy asked him nicely
"It wasn't even that nicely," Geralt says flatly.
AKA: The one where Geralt is a bartender and Jaskier sings karaoke.
he, who i love - kinneyb
Specs: 1 279 words - Teen & Up Audiences - Established relationship
Summary: Jaskier looked forward to these nights the most; he was playing in a rundown tavern in a small town near the coast, coins gathered at his feet, knowing that at any moment Geralt would come bursting through the door.
He spun on his heels, strumming his lute with nimble fingers, the mark of a practiced player.
Jaskier had thought he’d reached his peak when he was younger. He had been proven wrong, of course, practice truly did make perfect. He was getting more attention than ever, and only half of it probably had to do with his new songs, all depicting the Witcher’s love story with a bard of the human variety.
He never directly mentioned himself, but the people had made the connection fairly easily, anyway.
Near the Coast - IantoPace
Specs: 2 164 words - Teen & Up Audiences - Dresses
Summary: Geralt finds out some of the feminine things Jaskier likes. This is inspired by the images of Joey Batey & Madeleine Hyland in the woods wearing each other's clothes.
Shoot First, Ask Questions Later - Ladivviniatravestia
Specs: 3 427 words - Teen & Up Audiences - Defining the relationship
Summary: Geralt and Jaskier fuck, then try to define their relationship.  Too bad Geralt has no idea what he really wants and Jaskier has been hiding something.
parry, riposte - plutoandpersephone
Specs: 5 230 words - Explicit - Established relationship, competence kink, power dynamics
Summary: "How about it?"
Geralt looks at Jaskier like he’s just started to speak in some long lost, foreign tongue.
"You want to take me on in the sword ring?"
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Jaskier challenges Geralt to a bout in the fencing ring. They both get more than they bargained for.
The Coast - NinjaSniperKitty
Specs: 1 856 words - General Audiences - Established relationship, overly protective boyfriend!Geralt
Summary: Geralt takes Jaskier up on his offer to get away and go to the coast for a while. While Geralt sees danger hiding everywhere along the coast, Jaskier hasn't been to the sea in years and only sees a good time!
Sweet, Silky, Soft, and Shiny - Girl_in_Red_Crossing
Specs: 3 251 words - Mature - Inappropriate use of candy
Summary: Just a couple of bros, sucking on sweet things... sharing silky things... lying in soft beds together... (kissing)...
The Witcher Wolf 2: Geralt’s POV - im_fairly_witty.
Specs: 15 338 words - Teen & Up Audiences - Animal transformation
Summary: It's been two weeks since Geralt drove Jaskier away from him on that mountain top and Geralt's been doing his best not to think about it by accepting every contract he comes across. But when a job goes badly he find himself cursed into the form of an injured wolf and is then saved by none other than Jaskier himself, who has no idea that the animal he's taken under his wing is his own witcher. Geralt must now try to alert Jaskier to his real situation and adjust to his new life traveling with the bard, learning several hard but very much needed lessons along the way.
Shadowplay - sospes
Specs: 26 539 words - Mature - BAMF!Jaskier, Espionnage
Summary: Geralt returns to Oxenfurt on a bright May morning to find flowers laid outside Jaskier's rooms and a fresh grave in the cemetery.
Except, as Geralt is about to learn, in Jaskier's world things are never quite what they seem.
An Old Man’s Tale - NotebooksandLaptops
Specs: 1 448 words - General Audiences - External POV, Old age
Summary: At the edge of the village, in a house surrounded by wild-flowers and weeds - re-built from its former crumbling foundations – there lived the Old Man. He’d earnt the rights for the capital O, capital M off of the rest of the villagers barely a week after he’d moved into their humble world. For he had not grown up here, like everyone else did. Yet he settled and settled as if he had always been there. He wandered the cliffsides, the beaches, the streets. He strung shells together and gifted them to the ladies of the village with a wink that betrayed the charming young man he once must have been. He bought the little ceramic pots Alicja sold on the market, and he filled them with weeds as if the weeds were flowers worth showcasing. And – most importantly – he sang.
-///-
Or, Jaskier settles in a costal village towards the end of his life.
For The Joy Of It - vvitchering (Witchering)
Specs: 848 words - Teen & Up Audiences - self esteem issues, body image
Summary: After spending years on The Path together, Jaskier and Geralt finally settle down. Jaskier notices one day that his new sedentary lifestyle has changed him in ways he fears Geralt won't accept.
The Silence Between Heartbeats - anarchycox
Specs: 7 969 words - Teen & Up Audiences - Jskier knows Geralt better than anyone
Summary: Geralt faced off with a sorceress, only instead of her magic killing him, it stole his voice. But this should be an easy fix, he knew many women who could heal this. But that would mean anyone noticing something wrong. He knew he was quiet, but seriously, did no one wonder why he wasn't saying a single thing? Months he traveled silent, no one noticing and it was driving him mad.
Until he runs into Jaskier, who notices immediately that something is wrong.Because of course it is Jaskier.
Who else in the end would it be, who properly saw the White Wolf?
tailored - jeannie_tangerine
Specs: 4 874 words - Explicit - Geralt has a kink and Jaskier is absolutely into it.
Summary: in which Jaskier finds out that Geralt has a kink and is more than glad to indulge it.
oh darling please be mine - kickassfu
Specs: 749 words - General Audiences - Introspective, fluff
Summary: Geralt’s head turns to him just as he’s jumping into his arms. Obviously, he catches Jaskier, in his very strong, very big arms. Still probably processing what’s happening, Geralt’s body is tense, unmoving. Jaskier doesn’t care.
New Monsters Stories - Kathkin
Specs: 20 209 words - Explicit - Urban fantasy, mutual pining
Summary:  “So do you have a name?”
“Yeah.” The man who had saved his life less than an hour ago – the white-haired, absurdly buff, weirdly sexy man Jaskier might have called taciturn if he was feeling charitable and surly if he was feeling less so – dug into his second burger.
Jaskier waited. “Are… you going to tell me what it is?”
The man paused mid-bite, and looked at him reproachfully as if to say how dare you. How dare you interrupt me. Can’t you see I’m enjoying my cheeseburger. Can’t you see this cheeseburger is the most important thing in my life right at the moment. He swallowed, and said, “Geralt.”
It turns out almost getting eaten by a werewolf can make your whole life go careening off in a new, terrifying, wondrous, artistically flourishing direction. Who knew?
Professor Pankratz - martistarfighter
Specs: 1 147 words - Teen & Up Audiences - Established relationship
Sumary:  “Come teach my class with me tomorrow.” He whispers in the witcher’s ear. He’s sporting a neatly trimmed beard these days, and it tickles Geralt’s neck in the most tempting way.
Geralt chuckles dryly, but the lack of an immediate quip tells him that Jaskier is serious. It’s a little scary how often they can read their minds by now.
“Don’t think so. You’re the teacher, Jask. I’ve got nothing to tell them.”
“But you’re the reason I’m still alive and teaching in the first place. Besides, you can just sit there, look pretty and answer some questions. My students have heard a lot about you, they’ll adore you.”
As someone pointed out, there's too much 'witcher watching out for his idiot' and not enough 'the witcher is a himbo who loves his college educated bard husband, who is qualified to teach' content out there. So I'm fixing it with a self-indulgent ficlet!
and i plan to be forgotten when i’m gone (yes, i’ll be leaving in the fall) - Stockholm_Syndrome
Specs: 18 083 words - Mature - Discussion of assisted suicide, discussion of suicide, depression, curse, no MCD
Summary: “That was more emotional than I expected.” He finally said “I didn’t think I’d have time to share this with you, and I.” Jaskier interrupted himself, as if unsure if he should continue. “I suppose I didn’t think it would upset you so.”
“Jaskier” Geralt growled, not able to express how ludicrous that idea was.
“Yes, I suppose I was wrong there.” Jaskier replied with a helpless shrug.
---- Or, Jaskier is cursed to turn into a monster. He doesn't think this is important information to mention.
Chopsticks - thisgirlsays22
Specs: 12 175 words - Explicit - Piano teacher!Jaskier, friends to lovers, modern setting
Summary: “Yennefer sent me a check for eight lessons for you,” Jaskier said the following weekend, wearing a beige button-down with--
“Does your shirt have owls on it?” Geralt asked, caught somewhere between amusement and horror.
Jaskier looked down and tugged on the front of his shirt as if he had to remind himself what was on it. He beamed at Geralt. “Yeah! Do you like it?”
“Not particularly.”
The smile swiftly disappeared.
“It’s not terrible,” he amended, stepping back to let Jaskier inside the apartment. Then Jaskier’s initial words sank in. “Wait. Yen did what?”
Hanging up on Yennefer was always a mistake.
what’s in a (pet) name? - janie_tangerine
Specs: 1 415 words - Teen & Up Audiences - Fluff, pet names
Summary:  "So," he clears his throat one evening, having just rinsed Geralt's now clean, soft white hair, and damn how he wishes the man would just take care of it somewhat decently, "I was wondering."
"What?" Geralt says after he doesn't go on for a bit. It didn't sound particularly annoyed. Right on.
"This is a very broad question, but I was just curious, no need to answer if you don't want to -" Jaskier starts, having learned that giving the man a way out is always a good bet.
"Just get on with it, won't you?"
Jaskier clears his throat, leans down, puts his elbows on the rim of the tub. "How do you feel about pet names?"
Or: in which Jaskier has a question for Geralt. It doesn't get answered the way he had assumed.
As Long As You Were Mine For A Little While - whisperedstories
Specs: 12 815 words - Explicit - Friends with benefits, mutual pining
Summary: It starts with Jaskier offering a helping hand when Geralt needs to let off some steam. The thing is, Jaskier likes taking care of Geralt—however he can—and Geralt lets him, so he just keeps doing it.
And as long as they never talk about how he's in love with Geralt, they're both happy with the arrangement, right? Right.
Of Debt and Debtors - sp_oops
Specs: 5 136 words - Explicit - Semi-public sex
Summary: Two bros, chillin' in a ta-vern, five feet apart ‘cause they—fuck, they really missed each other, not that Geralt will ever admit it—and anyway, in a minute here, they're gonna have to get closer than they ever thought possible. (Or, sometime after Episode 6, they meet again, Jaskier’s in trouble again, and Geralt saves them. Again.)
This One I Shall Choose - DorkMagician
Specs: 3 751 words - Teen & Up Audiences - Quiet pining, the exact moment Geralt falls in love
Summary: Geralt falls in the river fishing for a djinn and winds up soaked. Jaskier sees the opportunity to do as his mother told him a long time ago and takes the first step when he offers Geralt his handkerchief.
Skin Deep - Sospes
Specs: 8 935 words- Teen & Up Audiences - Fluff, getting together, non consensual tattooing, implied/referenced rape, implied/referenced childhood abuse
Summary: “What’s that?” Geralt asks.
Jaskier blinks. “It’s a tattoo,” he says. “Have you never seen a tattoo before, Geralt?”
Geralt fights the urge to roll his eyes. “I know it’s a tattoo,” he says. “What’s it a tattoo of?”
They say there are 5 ways to show your love (and I don’t know any of them) - Mayathelittlebee
Specs: 5 989 words - Teen & Up Audiences - Fluff, humor
Summary: May be if Geralt stopped being so dramatic for a moment he'd finally realize that loving Jaskier is not as hard as he thinks.
I don’t mind if I’m with you - janie_tangerine
Specs: 11 152 words - Explicit - In which Jaskier has to quelle his murder instincts concerning how much Geralt’s life sucks
Summary: or: five times plus one in which Jaskier finds out that Geralt is missing on good life experiences and promptly sees to fix it.
Fill Me Up - Mysticmajestic
Specs: 402 words - Teen & Up Audiences - Romance
Summary: Geralt only knows how to give, and give, until he's empty. What is he to do with Jaskier, who only wants to give back to him?
Little Things - QueenForADay
Specs: 3 315 words - General Audiences - Domestic fluff, Ciri ships it
Summary: In the first few months of knowing the Witcher, he experienced first-hand how shut-off Geralt could be with the world around him and those within it.
At some point, and he can’t pinpoint where, that shroud started to slip away. He saw how much Geralt could, and does, actually care. It’s as fierce as the way he fights.
They spend a great deal of time watching each other; when they finally fell into a bed together, they spent most of their nights learning what the other liked, mapping the plains of skin and muscle underneath the other.
But it’s the other things, the little things, that Jaskier thinks about the most.
O, Empathy - almostnectarine
Specs: 32 624 words - Mature - Body swap, friends to lovers, questfic
Summary: “How did you manage,” asked Geralt, with infinite patience and only a desire to know the facts, and not at all a little meanhearted glee, “to insult a sorcerer while his tongue was down your throat?”
“Don’t make me recount the entire sordid affair, Geralt,” said Jaskier, with a surprising note of desperation breaking through his gruff monotone. “I’m already having a rather shit day and all I’ve done so far is wake up.”
“In my body,” said Geralt.
“Yes,” said Jaskier, with the insolent cadence that was unmistakably Jaskier’s, but in Geralt’s voice, emerging from Geralt’s face and frame.
“And I’ve got yours,” said Geralt, from Jaskier’s.
and for that love to be with men - sebviathan
Specs: 6 734 words -Mature - Emotional constipation, self discovery, self acceptance, geralt is a whole ass gay man who doesn’t know what being gay is
Summary: Something's not right about what I'm doing but I'm still doing it—living in the worst parts, ruining myself. My inner life is a sheet of black glass. If I fell through the floor I would keep falling.
The enormity of Geralt's desire disgusts him.
at last, at last, at last, oh I thought you’d never ask - elegantwings
Specs: 15 040 words - Explicit - Arranged marriage, slow burn, trans!Jaskier, in this house we love Yennefer of Vengerberg
Summary: Geralt is given firm instructions from Vesemir: He is to get married to a Redanian noblewoman in the hopes of improving relations between witchers and the rest of the world. Once the ceremony is over, he plans to drop his new spouse off at their new home and carry on with his life as he always has. Little does he know, his future wife is not a woman, and not so easily left behind. He's not really sure he'd like to get rid of Jaskier, either. Over the next several years, they learn to navigate their new relationship, first while Jaskier completes his degree, and then when Jaskier insists on accompanying him on the road. And no matter what anyone else has to say about it, Geralt is absolutely not in love with his husband.
it’s what my heart just yearns to say - chasing_the_sterek
Specs: 1 071 words - Teen & Up - Slice of life, Jaskier: what if I found a way to make Geralt admit when he needs things
Summary: "If you could have one blessing," Jaskier says, eyes lit green by the fire between them, "What would it be?"
Geralt looks at him. The whetstone is smooth and friction-warm in his palm, edges rounded from use. It's been with him for a long time: almost four years.
Jaskier has been with him for even longer, but he's never done this. Geralt squints at him, but only thing different to this morning is the yellow firelight changing the colour his eyes appear.
"What," he says.
not a goodbye, a thank you - Potrix
Specs: 2 915 words - Mature - Graphic depiction of illness, near death experience, talk about death, found family
Summary: Somewhere further in the courtyard, Lambert yells out a colourful curse while Ciri cackles maniacally. Eskel is taunting the former through his laughter, and Vesemir’s voice joins in with barked commands and corrections once the clang of steel against steel continues. Somewhere above them, on one of the balconies overlooking the yard, Geralt can hear the scratch of quill against parchment as Yennefer works on her correspondence, interrupted every now and again by the tapping of nails against an inkpot.
He realises what’s wrong an instant before everyone else grows suddenly, eerily still; Jaskier is quiet.
After Summers of Fasting (I Feel Hunger At Last) - Artemis_Unbound
Specs: 3 793 words - Teen & Up Audiences - A six pack you can see is not a good thing, Jaskier tricks Geralt into Not Being Starving anymore, Love confessions
Summary: Defined six-pack abs are a sign that someone has been starving and dehydrating themselves, not a sign of incredible strength. It's just not healthy.
Jaskier sees Geralt shirtless for the first time, sees all that defined musculature, and is Horrified. He's slept with enough warriors and soldiers to know what that means. And he decides, this stops now.
Tunes Without Words - foxy_mulder
Specs: 22 021 words - Mature - Self-esteem issues, past abuse, miscommunications, misunderstandings
Summary: The plan is this:
He will note all the things that annoy Geralt, and he will stop doing them, and then Geralt will want him around. It will work.
It has to work, because Jaskier cannot be left behind.
The Path Not Taken - sospes
Specs: 40 149 words - Mature - Extraordinarily bad misunderstanding, Idiots in love, Explicit sexual content
Summary: Jaskier comes across an injured witcher in a backwoods town, months after the events of the dragon hunt. It all just sort of escalates from there.
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My first Halloween request! yay! find the request post; here
Thank you for the request @suhdays​, you’re the best, I hope you like it  🥺Request; “ twinning Halloween costumes with yoongi (but it’s like something dorky, like a stapler idk alsjs) and they go to a party where everyone is like “it’s that couple again” and it’s cute and fluffy !! ”
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Min Yoongi x reader Genre; Fluff, guess lil humour too because I like the funnies Warnings; Adult language and topics otherwise none Word count; 2.3k
Summary; For the first time in five years, you leave the important task of buying your couple costume to your boyfriend. This is how he turns his mistake into something you’ll always remember
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It's that time of year again; Halloween and for the first time in your life, you were not ready. You had recently started your own business so your whole life was pretty much full of meetings and interviews and paperwork and spoopy season was at the bottom of your list of priorities. Which is why you left the Halloween prep entirely to Yoongi. Admittedly, you were pretty worried at first and reluctant to allow your boyfriend to take the responsibility of the holiday into his own hands, not because you don't trust him as that's not true at all, you've always trusted Yoongi with everything in you but the fact is; Min Yoongi has always been the type to cheat his way through things that don't have his full attention and Halloween definitely fell under that category. But, the man pulled through and had the house, both interior and exterior decorated a week into October (a week later than you yourself would've had it done but that's beside the point) and had stocked up on sweets for both yourselves and the trick or treaters. So, Yoongi did well in that respect but clearly, one of the most important aspects of celebrating Halloween went straight over his head until the very last moment.
"Yoongi, what...what is this?" You questioned prodding at the plastic packaging in your hands.
"Our costumes." Was his answer from where he stood in your bedroom doorway, shuffling his weight from foot to foot knowing that you were not impressed with him.
"This isn't what we agreed on,"
"Yeah well..." He trailed off not quite knowing what to say to defend his lack of foresight in the costume buying department.
"You forgot and got these on the way home, didn't you?" Just like that, his body slumped and his lips pursed into the pout you knew meant he was going to try and cutely whine his way out of his own problem. And you hated that pout because it was so hard to say no to.
"I meant to order the other ones but kept forgetting and when I remembered I couldn't find them anywhere so I was going to make them but didn't have the time; I have the supplies under the bed so you can't say I wasn't going to! Then next thing I knew Jin caught me on the way out of work to do his yearly speech of him and Joon are going to beat us at the couple costume competition tonight and yeah...it was between those or sexy plug and socket and honestly I would rather just go in normal clothes and give hyung the prize myself than make either of us wear that sorry excuse for a costume." He was off on a rant by that point, eyebrows scrunched together and lips even poutier and so adorable you couldn't resist. Yoongi was too busy in his speech on sexy electrical costumes to even notice that you were closer until your lips were on his ceasing his spiel.
"Why are you so cute, huh?" You cooed upon pulling back far enough to look into his surprised gaze.
"Uh, not the response I expected." Was his response, earning a giggle from you. "So uhm yeah, it's still a couple costume." He murmured a little distractedly as he placed his hand over the two packaged outfits in your hand. "I'll be this one and you that."
"Okay fine, we can still win with this, right?"
"Yeah, Jin-hyung always chooses either some obscure anime characters or a pun that no-one understands, for him and Joonie."
"We got this."
*
When you arrived at the party hand in hand with Yoongi you saw Seokjin and Namjoon across the garden dressed as...something...honestly you couldn't even make a vaguely intelligent guess at what exactly the couple were supposed to me; something with beads and an obnoxious amount of purple feathers. Even though you had expected pretty much exactly that from Seokjin you still felt yourself relax the tiny amount of tension in your shoulders from the thought of not taking home the prize as you and Yoongi had for the past four years since Hoseok started hosting the annual party.
"Are you a stapler and stack of paper?" Jimin questioned as the pair of you approached the drink table where the pink-haired fairy was hanging around to talk to people; Jimin was always seen at the drinks table even if he wasn't drinking purely because he knew people would always be coming and going so he had plenty of chances to make new friends and charm the fishnet stockings off of someone for the night.
"Yes," You confirmed, not really wanting to elaborate and instead focused on pouring drinks out for you and your stack of paper partner.
"Not that you're not cute or anything because you two are the cutest couple and always will be, I voted for you before you even arrived; but like, why? Your costumes are usually really...not this."
"Because she holds me together," Yoongi replied easily as if it had always been the genuine reason for you to be the stapler to his paper that evening, not his incredible ability to forget the one thing you planned literally months ahead of time.
"That was cute, now I want to vote for you." You looked over your shoulder to find Namjoon waiting with the two men behind you, two empty plastic cups in his hands so you held your hands out in a silent offer that he accepted wit a smile. "Don't tell Jin I said that though, he'll do something petty to get back at me and I love him and all but I do not want to not get my dick sucked just because I assisted the enemy."
"Hyung is so dramatic," Jimin giggled. "I love it."
"Mm, try getting vaguely threatening messages from him for the past month in an attempt at getting us to throw the competition." Yoongi snorted.
"Ah, that's why he stopped messaging me, he found out you had to buy them!" You realised with a laugh and capped the bottle in your hand so that you could return Namjoon's then full cups to him then gather your own while Yoongi picked up his with a gentle kiss to your jaw in passing.
"He takes this way too seriously."
"What exactly are you two even supposed to be?" Jimin enquired, tilting his head curiously as he eyed the feathered male from head to toe then back again.
"I have no fucking idea." Namjoon deadpanned before nodding to the three of you and turning to return to his partner's side.
"Poor Joonie," Jimin hummed before giggling which you and Yoongi quickly joined in with. Namjoon dealt with a lot from his boyfriend and his eccentric and shameless ways but they were such a perfect match that you knew Namjoon would never even attempt to change a single thing about Seokjin. They were cute- you could admit that-, even if their Halloween costumes always sucked.
"We should go get our picture taken for the vote table," Yoongi pointed out.
"Most people here already know who you two are," Jimin laughed but you and Yoongi were already heading across the garden to the table beside the temporary stage at the bottom of the garden.
"Just in time!" Jeongguk beamed from where he was perched on his comfortable lawn chair beside the table, camera hanging around his neck ready to take portraits against the spooky backdrop just to the side for whoever wanted the service, for a fee of course. "It's almost time to close the sign up for the competitions," He got to his feet and got into position while you and Yoongi stood ready for your photo to be taken by the cape clad male; vampire again and the only reason Jeongguk had that costume in the first place was that Hoseok said he couldn't work at his party if he didn't dress up. Though the way the seams across his biceps stretched in protest you guessed Jeongguk would have to finally buy a new costume for the following year or quit the gym.
"Many people this year?" You asked once your photos were taken and the best one was being sent to the portable printer on the table to pin on the board showcasing the contestants.
"Not really for the couple one, everyone knows you two win so the only person that really tries to beat you is Jin-hyung. But the individual comp has a lot of entries. Mostly girls hoping to win a date with Hoseokie-hyung." Jeongguk informed with a giggle while pinning your photo on the couples competition board.
"Wait, what?" Yoongi replied. "Hobi is putting himself up as grand prize?"
"Didn't you see the poll he made on Twitter last week? He added a date with him as a joke but it won so he stuck with it. There's also the usual gift hamper prize too so the winner can pick what they'd prefer."
"I hope someone nice wins and Hoseokie gets a kind girlfriend out of it." You commented and they both hummed in agreement.
"Gukkie! Picture please!" Someone you couldn't recall the name of but were certain had been at Jeongguk's birthday party called so you and Yoongi left the photographer to his work and went off to mingle and talk to friends and strangers alike.
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At midnight Hoseok got up on stage to announce the competition winners. To his own surprise, Taehyung won the individual competition; he hadn't even applied but from the way Jeongguk was hollering from the side you deduced the vampire had pinned his best friend's picture up all the same. It was a good costume; Taehyung was Van Gogh's ghost and had spent the night flitting around with body paints in his hands painting tributes to his favourite artist on the skin of whoever would let him. You yourself had the most famous starry night on your neck and Yoongi was too ticklish to allow the brushes near his sensitive skin.
"Congrats Tae!" Hoseok cooed, pushing back the crown that was slipping down his head yet again so that he could beam at Taehyung as the younger stepped up to collect his prize. "Come get the hamper before you leave tomorrow, yeah?"
"What if I want the date?" He challenged. The crowd "ooh"ed. Hoseok flailed.
"Did not take that into consideration," Yoongi admitted lowly by your side.
"Me either. Has Seok ever been into guys?"
"No, well, not that he's told me,"
"Do you think he could be?"
"I mean, it's Tae, I think everyone's at least a little gay for Tae."
"We know you are." You sniggered and he whined. "What? It's cute."
"Will you ever let me live that down? It was before we even met, babe."
"I can never forget that, babe."
Your teasing bickering distracted from the spectacle on stage long enough for Taehyung to leave with a promise from the host to talk later. Hoseok had even moved onto the couple's competition. That man sure worked fast when he wanted to remove the focus from his flushed features.
"Oh, no surprise here, Y/N and Yoongi!" He called into the microphone causing you both to look forward to the stage with wide eyes having been caught off guard. "Come on you two!" So you both waddled up onto the stage and accepted the winner badges Hoseok pinned to your costumes. "You know what to do about your prize," He joked waving you both off.
"What if we want a date with you too, huh?" You cooed. Hoseok yelled while you skittered off stage after Yoongi who could only smile fondly at your antics.
"Hey! Don't try and steal my date!" Taehyung exclaimed from beside the stage making you laugh before you fell into conversation with him and gained another masterpiece on your skin; this time on the back of your hand.
3 am the next morning you flopped into bed beside Yoongi, both freshly clean of the night's sweat and body paints. "I swear we get home later every year," Yoongi grumbled, already closing his eyes ready to greet sleep with open arms.
"That's because every year he comes up with new games to play and neither of us can so no to that shithead and he knows it." You yawned, head resting on his shoulder and leg laying over his own. He hummed in agreement. "What you said earlier to Jimin about our costumes, was that some of your spur of the moment bullshit or did you think of it when you picked them?"
"Hm? What did I say?"
"That I was the stapler and you paper because I hold you together."
"Oh, yeah, that. It's the truth, you do hold me together, always have. I don't want to even think about the mess I'd be right now if I never met you."
"Huh, maybe next year I should be superglue," You joked tilting your head to grin up at him. He felt your movement so opened his eyes to meet your gaze with a soft smile.
"And I'll be the broken toy that only you have the strength to fix."
"You're not broken."
"Not anymore, you fixed me." You lifted up just enough to press a soft, loving kiss to his lips.
"We did it together; like we do everything else. And we'll keep working like this for a long time, okay?"
"You and me together forever. Cliche but I can live with that."
"Let's get some sleep, I have a feeling we'll have Seok around tomorrow panicking that he agreed to go on a date tonight with Taehyung."
"Ugh, can't I not be here for that?" He groaned rolling over to wrap his limbs around you and bury his face into your neck making you giggle at the cute actions.
"No, we literally just talked about this, Yoonie."
"Mm," He inhaled your clean soft scent deeply before exhaling and leaning back to look at you. "Together?"
"Forever."
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Temporary list of my stories and OC’s until one day I make a comprehensive and well made list:
Blinded:
Polli: My oldest OC and fun fact was my persona till she become edgy and I wasn’t 12 anymore. Everyone’s favorite yes yes I’m aware. Yellow, energetic, eats dirt and bugs, I can’t tell if she’s evil because of a wisp possession or just crazy. Breaks the 4th wall. Is she a Mary Sue???????? Who knows.
Melody: NOT Polli’s girlfriend despite Polli’s delousions. Has an abusive mom :(. Only has one eye and then no eyes and then robot eyes or smthn idk she becomes a badass when she gets older. But otherwise trembling in her shoes all the time.
Melodys Mom/Sharren: Bitch. Okay well all I’ll say is she’s old and grumpy and probably smells bad.
Louise: Total hotty, rich kid, FtM, got bullied as a kid for his weight. Had a squad of fans basically in high school. Lived with his mom after his parents got a divorce but his mom was semi abusive, projected her femininity onto him, and wouldn’t have been supportive of his transition, so between middle and high school he went to live with his dad and got his sex change and testosterone. His best friend in elementary and middle school stopped talking to him after his transition, and became his competition for the most attractive and sought after boy in school (except Louise is a sweetheart while his friend Tommy is a dick and really gross) His dad runs a company that specializes in technology, and after meeting and falling in love with Melody (even after all her abusive trauma and losing both her eyes) he has his dad and some of the developers create a way to get her vision back and I mean honestly I love him how could you not love him he’s so perfect.
Watching:
Fick: Big nerd boy with thick glasses. I feel like he’d use Reddit but don’t quote me on that. Big crush on Vivinya. Boy don’t wander into the woods- oh look dead body with a curse on it don’t touch it- aaaand now he has a wisp that makes him kill people, way to go kid. Panic attack central.
Vivinya: True crime girl, yucky yucky. Probably had a knife collection. “uwu I’m insane” except she actually is and starts using Fick to kill people for her and treats him like her “Yandere boyfriend” or something cringe and gross oh god. She deserves jail. JAIL. Needs to learn guys need to give consent too. Just overall sucks 1/10.
Tommy: I mentioned him early to be Louises ex best friend and rival. He used to have a crush on Louise actually but that don’t excuse being a BITCH!!!! Also needs to learn people gotta give consent he is just as gross as Vivinya. Cheats on all the girls he gets with because he’s again, a bitch. Idk if he deserved to get murdered though I mean he was still a teenager but it’s fine. Thinks of the song Seventeen from Heathers actually this story does feel a tad reminiscent of heathers with vivinya being a crazy and wanting to off a bunch of students. Huh.
Suzannie: Tommy’s older sister who’s a detective. What a coincidence. Monotone and depressed. Probably because her little brother got murdered. Gets real awkward when she’s talking about her brothers murder(s) to Fick and Vivinya like “when I find who did this to him they’ll regret being born”. Kind of really pretty actually.
Adolescents (there isn’t actually a story here yet but don’t worry about it shhhh):
Nelson: HIMBO HIMBO H- Jock stupid idiot big dork god he’s so awkward and his main personality trait is having a crush on Naomi and being a dork when talking to her. Probably could benchpress you.
Naomi: Gamer or something and a nerd geek. Her main personality trait is having a crush on Nelson and also being a dork when talking to him. Probably a weeb and fandom dweller. Can’t draw but she commissions artists to draw. She does write copious amounts of fanfiction though.
Andrés: Ohhh the school bad boy babyyyy. Baseball bat with nails in it or something. There’s like... A thing between him in Charlotte and he wants to be a thing but she’s being difficult and makes it hard to talk to her or about her and ugh.
Charlotte: Princess, high school princess. She’s actually pretty nice when you get to know her- but she’s a diva. Ballerina after school. Best friends with Naomi and doesn’t know what she’s talking about when she mentions ships or OTPs but she listens anyways because she’s a good friend. There’s like... A thing between her and Andrés but she doesn’t know if she’s super into him but geez he’s really hot but she gets such mixed responses when she asks her friends about it and what if it doesn’t work outttt.
Marlon: They/Them but they’re okay with either pronouns they aren’t sure yet, he or she is okay... Box boy box boy. Autism... He doesn’t want to admit He’s attracted to men but he’s totally attracted to men. He lives alone which is probably illegal for his age but somehow he manages. Everyone thinks he’s “the quiet kid” and he’s really sad about it no don’t make jokes like that please guys ahh-
Sing for Me:
Kat: The color pink, addahadda(adhd), angry and loud and short. For being only like 10 and being an adorable little lesbian dressing in sparkly pink dresses she actually likes screaming a lot and would totally sing heavy metal if her producers let her. Loud and mad but gets so soft around her girlfriend. “If anything happens to Brie I’m killing everyone in this room and then myself”.
Brie: French... Birds and stuff. Loves her girlfriend even though she is so loud. So fast. So much. Likes to write pretty things. Is only like an inch taller than Kat. Filled with so much love for everything.
Elliot: The girls manager. Lots of coffee. Stressed out of his MIND please help this man. Probably gay. Seems like a smug dick but he is just a tall and lanky dork that loves puppies and wants nothing more than for Kat and Brie to be happy. Accidentally brands them as sisters and then Kat kisses Brie and- oh fuck oh shit oh no what has he done. Hides the fan and non fan responses from them. Poor guy.
Horror Hosts:
Ichabod: Hot demon who’s the son of the current ruler of hell or something. I mean he’s hot, smart, and royalty, what more do you want. I very specifically hear the dub voice of Kyoya Ootori from OHHC as his voice don’t @ me. Goat legs????? Yeah??? Don’t be rude.
Barnabie: Ohhhhhhhhh big orc teddy bear I’m crying I love him????? He puts up a more confident ploy and the given stereotypical personality orcs supposedly have but he’s just a shy boy that wants to give girls flowers and call boys pretty. Help him.
Garrison: Gary Burger. Fat hairy gay man. I mean werewolf. Wouldn’t it be funny if I made the whole werewolf thing backwards and made him transform into a HUMAN only on the full moon??? Party animal, pun absolutely intended. LOUD AND FUNNY he’s a dork. Bites. Horny on main Garrison please you’re supposed pamper and flirt with the guests but not quite that much.
Vincenzo: Token Vampire but he’s Italian because I felt like it. Talk and lanky of course. Bitch face. Blood coffee? Yeah lots of coffee. Tired. Let him sleep in Ichabod. Steps on people. Can summon and reanimate corpses but has a bitter attitude towards them because they get annoyed with him as much as he gets annoyed with- everyone else. He does have a soft spot but idk where it is. When he’s talking to guests he’s more suave and sexy though.
Kai: Genderfluid haha get it because slime fluid-... I’ll stop. Probably objectively the hottest because they can look anyway they want and shift their vocals to sound like almost anything, also probably objectively the best in bed (if you’re okay with the texture of Jell-o) and honestly come on save some for the rest of us it’s not fair. This boy can SING oh my god seranade me and whisper in my ear baby. Spunky and sassy.
Hallvor: BABY OCTOPOD BOY OHHHHH I LOVE HIM HE’S SO SWEET AND IS AN ANGEL DARLING BOY SO EMBARRASSED SO SHY SOFTEST VOICE OHHH- ohhh nooo he’s got a knife ohhhhh Hallvor baby don’t be like that ohhhh... Used to work in hentai actually (I wonder why) but quit because of immoral practices and good for him we love that. Okay he’s not actually a yandere or whatever but he DEFINITELY wants to squeeze you a little too hard and has those crazy eyes.
Carla: Main character of this OHHC monster clone. She sucks I don’t like her because listen listen she kills monsters as a living and when she tries to kill our boys here, Ichabod catches her and goes “no” but then the rest (not knowing her murderous intent) fall in love with her and Ichabod is like: “shoot well I’ll keep you alive and around but I’m watching you” and blah blah romance and feelings and character development and wow she seems like she’s grown to care about them... So Ichabod removes a curse he put to prevent her from harming them or leaving... AND THEN SHE STABS THEM ALL IN THE BACK IM CRYING. I mean she might have an extra reason for needing to kill them but I haven’t decided if I want to actually put it in the story yet so.
Fingertips:
Maria/Marianna: Was this goth angry chick and the head of these losers but after a failed heist, fire, and being betrayed and dropped from a window on a 3rd or 4th story down into flames, and going to the hospital and changing her name, she changed totally and become a soft pretty girl... And then the next three boys went “HEY BOSS WE FOUND YOU” and she went “oh no” and now she’s just an anxious wreck like “no no no no no I don’t shoot people in the face anymore no no no no no” And has a fear of hands. Also was Diamontés best friend in primary school and yes all these characters went to the K-12 school all the other characters do/did. Pretty voice. The story is mostly about her being anxious around all the other characters because who was it that betrayed her and dropped her into the flames below? Find out next week on th-
Nikki: He’s that character that you see and immediately go “oh he’s gross and is angry and is a bitch” and you’re right he is and has a cockney accent and screams a lot and probably swings a knife around a lot, but he’s got a sweet interior (somewhere in there... somewhere) Screamo heavy metal. Him and the rest of these character briefly talked about having a band and then they didn’t and then at the end of the story they do and although he plays guitar mostly, if he does do lead vocals he screams a lot. Bitch.
Anthony: Pretty boy but like the “was in the army” pretty boy vibe. Probably played football in highschool. Pyromaniac. Punches Nikki a lot. Almost gives himbo vibes sometimes, almost. Kind of likes the old timey cozy aesthetic. Plays the piano sometimes but “oh I’m not very good at it” Plays extremely well
Diamonté: TALL. Purple goth boy aesthetic hellll yeahhhh. CRAZY EYES AND THEY SPEAK VOLUMES WATCH OUT. Drums. The scary kind of quiet because he just smiles at you. Crowbar. Okay but he’s actually really sweet though. Secretly loves watching Anthony and Nikki get into fights so that’s why he rarely puts a stop to it. I think he’s a sadist. Can be a gentle giant, but can also be a not so gentle giant. The only time he’s really talkative is after copious amounts of booze.
Unnamed/Undesigned 1: Literally a pimp and he’s pretty gross. Blonde hair and pink and white clothes.
Unnamed/Undesigned 2: Chick that likes to throw knives and be angry and threatens Marianna a lot but in a quiet and monotone way, Marianna is pretty scared and hopes that these are just shallow threats uhhhhh.
Unnamed/Undesigned 3: Sells guns (without a lisence of course) and wears a bandana over his face a lot. Tired. Grumpy.
Unnamed/Undesigned 4: Like Marianna, was cold hearted and cool but then got caught in the fire and got all soft. He only has one eyes but how sweet his eyepatch is a heart. Recoved along side Marianna and they are good friends good friends tha- wait Marianna are you going back with them oh god you can’t do that oh dear oh no oh-
(I don’t have a story or name for these two but they’re my comfort ship OC’s and my current hyper fixaction right now):
Rodriquéz: I literally designed him with almost all the traits I find attractive in a guy other than freckles so as you can imagine I find him super HOT. I also designed his personality on what I find attractive from a guy so as you can imagine I find him super GREAT. But anyways he’s grumpy and closed off and monotone and smug. I really could go on for hours about how I want him to step on me I’m so sorry guys. Both him and Samantha give the “21 and having immature fun” vibes. They’re a thing but they like going to bars together and splitting off and doing their own thing (or doing someone else’s thing if you get what I mean haHhahHhahGahGhaha-) But so help them if anyone doesn’t oblige by the “no” from one of these two, someone’s gonna get beat up.
Samantha: (She literally just my personality shhhhh don’t tell anyone it’s a secret) Bubbly, energetic, a little shy by extroverted, bombshell blonde or something? It took me way too much time and effort to design her but I’m really happy with how I finally designed her, I love her outfit. She could kick me in the face and I’d say thank you. Girly drinks at the bar. Got that trauma and anxiety™️ secretly though. Skips and jumps a lot. As I’m typing this I keep looking up at the drawing of her and more and more I would want her to also step on me.
(Space Story I don’t have a nice title for):
Unnamed/Undesigned 1: So... Funny story this story originally was with me and uh... My ex I guess... So I gotta replace the MC’s... Whoops ahaha... Awkward. But anyways the MC is a robot and a girl and is a slight tsundere or smthn.
Unamed/Undesigned 2: Has a space ship, works for this organization in space that protects the galaxy. Is cocky, lazy, sly, oblivious, and an idiot. The love interest- obviously. Probably accidentally committing space crimes. (Like space pirating hAHAHA-) Kind of cool when he wants to be.
Dandelion/Dandy: CAT. WITH A JET PACK. Kind of an asshole. Fun fact used to be Polli’s cat but then when the Second MC crash landed on earth she was like “fuck this noise I’m going with space boy laterz” (okay she can’t talk but she thought it).
Zizii: Lesbian alien? Yeah???? Okay but I mean her main character trait is being a dorky back alley doctor and engineer obsessed with the MC because they’re a sentient robot with emotions and a lazer arm and rocket boots WOW!!!!!!!!
Story I want to revive:
So I had a story I started writing a long time ago about this tech theatre kid that had a crush on this other theatre kid character, but in a play that other character has to kiss another person for the show, and as the story progresses the MC convinces themselves that it isn’t just a play and that their crush actually loves and is kissing that other kid. And in the play, that other character is supposed to die. Show night comes along and they die, but like actually, and by the hands of the MC (Idk maybe like a light falls on em or smthn). So it’s a grotesque scene the audience sees as just an act. (Mutters I dunno I think my idea’s cool...) So I’ve been wanting to design these characters and work more on the story but I’m busy being obsessed with Rodriquez and Samantha so. (And the Horror Host Club too I love them too still).
Other Characters that either don’t have a specific story or are kind of like background characters:
Jacqueiliquinne Merril: Sara Berry vibes from 35mm (go look up The Ballad of Sara Berry, maybe like an animatic idk the first one that comes up is nice) But otherwise rich, pretty, popular, bitch. Tries to like, steal Louise from his squad and it’s like bro that’s unnecessary who hurt you that’s so rude. She gives Nui from Kill La Kill Vibes too. Oh she knows her name is long and annoying but you have to say the whole thing.
Brianna: Jaqueiliquinne’s sister. Big titty goth gf??? She’s pretty popular too and kind of a bitch too but to a much lesser degree. Her and he sister throw hands a lot when no one is around, you know, “THEY GIRLS ARE FIGHTINNGGGG”.
The Louise Fan Club: 4 characters I haven’t named yet. One writes fanfiction of Louise and shares it with the others and with him sometimes and although he thinks it’s a bit weird he also finds it a tad endearing and supports her. One is an aspiring photographer and is constantly asking Louise to model for him. One is an artist and draws Louise all the time. And one is an aspiring musician who writes songs based of Louise’s relationships which again he finds a little weird but endearing and supports her.
The Jacquiliquinne Merril Fan Club: Genderbent-ish (I say ish because one of the characters is a little bit less defined gender wise) versions of the Louise Fan Club. Yes I’m lazy, and no they don’t get along with them, infact they hate each others club with a passion. 
Unnamed/Undesigned: I wanna make some hacker kid just because I wanna have one.
Unnamed/Undesigned: I also really wanna have a super cutesy magical girl and then a really super duper generic boring character probably like star vs the forces of evil idk I never watched that show but it looks cute.
Me: I exist in the universe fukc you I can do what I want it’s my story and I get to chose the who also if you wanna be in the mess of a universe go ahead draw yourself with my OC’s I allow and encourage and appreciate it. I literally made the Horror Host Club as a sort of Harem story and you are absolutely allowed to make out with them if you’re a monster fucker DO it GO ahead it’s canon.
and that is ALL I have FOR now Knowing me I’ll make like 12 more characters by July, and I mean I need more characters for the high school anyways so...
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agent-aurelie · 3 years
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A thousand years ago (last week) my sweet pal @crimson-dxwn tagged me in this ask meme, and between home renovations and uh, pregnancy, I literally have not had a chance to do it till now, so indulge me. <3 
Name: You can call me Aurelie! (So I don’t get fired, lol.)
Fandoms: Just Star Wars these days.  Prequels, Clone Wars, Rebels, OT, Mando.  The Sequels do NOTHING for me, except for Resistance, and even then, only on a good day. Insofar as writing? Just post-A New Dawn, pre-Rebels era Kanera.
Most Popular Oneshot: If we’re going by hits, it’s The Sleep Shift. 
Most Popular Multichapter: Fam I am tired all the time and barely have the focus necessary to actually plan and plot things out so mutichapters are really hard for me to write.  (But I love reading them!)  I only have the one -  Stay, which was the fic I met @crimson-dxwn while writing! <3 
Actual Worst Part Of Writing: Getting the content from my filthy, borked brain out on “paper” - the number of lines and scenes I’ve lost while trying to fall asleep or taking a shower or driving into work could probably write a full length novel. And then when I finally do have the time or motivation to sit down and make progress - poof!  they’re gone! 
How You Choose Your Titles: Always the dead last thing I do. I usually shorthand my titles or come up with something ridiculous in my Google Drive while I’m working on things, and then when it comes time to post, I straight up panic. (My favorite Google Drive Den Of Sin temporary title was “Stupid Sexy Cockpit Accent Thing” which turned into How Could I Forget? ... the one I’m working on now is pretty funny but I won’t post it for fear of spoiling.  They fuck in it.  Spoiler alert.)
Do You Outline: An outline sounds a lot like a plot, and I’m here for a good time, not a long time.
Ideas I Probably Won’t Get Around To, But Wouldn’t It Be Nice?:  Honestly this implies that I plan far in advance, and I’m not joking, I’m a literal fanfic clown.  I TRULY had no intention of continuing to post, but everyone’s feedback was really encouraging and apparently there are a lot of thirsty people out there. So as long as the interest is still there and I have the time, I’ll keep going, I guess.  Though with a Yodito en route, the kinktober prompts will probably be the last of it for awhile, unless some idea really takes me or I get a compelling prompt. That isn’t pegging, please stop sending me pegging prompts.
Callouts @ Me: For fucks sake, please, self, learn to write from Kanan’s POV.
Best Writing Traits: Y’all seem to like my dialogue based on the lovely comments you provide.  So thanks for that.  I guess I like it, too. 
Spicy Tangential Opinion: I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS. As the Kanera Statler and/or Waldorf to @specseven (wait which one am I again?), I have so, so many spicy opinions, and not in the sexy way.  I’ll leave Filoni worshipping out of it, I guess, because I’ve made my stance clear there.  If we’re talking specifically about fics, one of the things that is a HARD NOPE, a MAJOR TURN OFF for me is Hera being this naive, delicate little flower who knows nothing about drinking or sex or life until she meets Kanan.  I get that she’s “mom”, whatever that means, but at the end of the day, she’s also young, comes from a war torn world, and she’s been independent enough of her life to have seen and experienced the good and bad of the galaxy.  Moreover, she has her flaws, she’s made her mistakes, she’s learned a lot about how things are before she even crosses path with Kanan “What Are You Wearing?” Jarrus. Kanan didn’t swoop in to somehow “corrupt” perfect, virgin!Hera with his crazy sexual prowess and drinking habits.  FFS let the woman live. Don’t @ me.  Or do.  I don’t care.  Y’all wanted spice. 
No Pressure Tags: @specseven, because I love when she has a spicy tangent, and most of her work has heavily inspired mine. 
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solastia · 3 years
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Day 20
Sandcastles, Namjoon x Reader, 3/? Chapters, 8k words
So...I took off the whole weekend for Mother’s Day, but we back at it bitches!!!
And ofc, I have to come back with this story! The drama, the heartbreak, THE ANGST!
Listen, first off people, this is like the handbook on how NOT to start an open relationship, lmao! But you did give us plenty of warnings about this particular fic . And you got the inspiration from Outlander? I’mma have to check it out!
Ok, so I absolutely freaking love our irl Joon, but this Joonie….lawd he’s completely fucking things up with our MC. She wanted to stay with him after he (SPOILER ALERT) cheated on her, so she suggests trying an open relationship. He then proceeds to fuck everyone who is offering. That’s not how any of this works Joonie!
“He was tainted. Someone like her couldn’t last in a relationship like this. She was everything that was good, and this would destroy her. He should let her go. But he couldn’t.”
SELFISHNESS JOONIE!!! Just complete and utter lack of consideration for others! You’re hurting her you big dumb idiot, just let her go!!!
“His princess at home was everything he wanted. Why did he keep looking? What was he looking for? Or was it him? Was he the one that was missing something?”
THEN GO HOME JOON, AINT NOBODY STOPPING YOU! Can you please write me into the next chapter and like...let me slap him or something? Or at least make me the clumsy new waitress that spills some extra syrupy cocktails on him? That would be so satisfying! Lmao!
“he took a moment to stare at his reflection. The same ugly face he always saw looked back at him.”....”Namjoon stared at himself, trying to see what she saw, what they all saw, but all he could see was ugly because his foul actions were painting the outside. “
Ok, I know I’m laying it on thick against Joon here, but you’re touching on the psychology of cheating and it’s pretty amazing, ngl. We’ve all known friends or family members that are chronic cheaters and they feel guilty about doing it, but they continue to do it. I want to know why!?
“He asked as he fixed his hideous outfit. The man was draped in head to toe Gucci. Expensive and high fashion, sure. But hideous.”
ahem….WHY WOULD YOU SAY SOMETHING SO CONTROVERSIAL YET SO BRAVE?!?!?
“This girl, she’s in a complicated relationship thing, but she’s...way worth it. You know? Like, wife material. Beautiful, funny, sweet.”
*whispering, crossing my fingers and toes* please let it be our MC, please let it be our MC, please let it be our girl, please, please, pu-leeeaazzzeee.
“He knew that sweet smile. The red silk dress she’d worn on their second anniversary. The garnet necklace he’d given her for their first Valentines day”
“Namjoon had forgotten the most important thing about open relationships. They’re open both ways.”
YES BIIISH!!!! HURTS, DON’T IT JOON!!!!
And yes, let me give you props for the little nod to our irl TaeTae, always making friends in the bathroom!
“That’s my girl. Stand up to me.”
Joonie, babe….honey...sweetie...why you like this?!?! He’s rooting for her??!! It’s almost like, subconsciously, he thinks he doesn’t really deserve her. So he is sabotaging their relationship every step of the way. Dude, wtf!?!?
“I see. And why did you accept?”
“Because my reason for not accepting was gone.”
I freaking LOVE that you never make the female characters doormats. They may put up with a lot, out of love of course, but they have substance and bite to them. You poke them, they poke back!!!
And then Joon proceeds to go all “jealous, possessive lover” on our MC, which is both hot and confusing, tbh. Joonie, did you not realize this may be a possibility? It’s really narcissistic for Joon to think the rules didn’t apply to our MC as well!
“He pulls it out and makes a dramatic showing of inspecting it before bringing it to his mouth and licking it clean as he stared into her eyes.”
Nope, you can’t win me over Namjoon, you can not!!
And then all that bullshit at the museum?!?!?! AAAHH! Hwasa is hella sexy, but nooooo Joon, NO! You couldn’t spend one day with our MC without fucking around???
And I’m dying to know what Jin meant by breaking a sacred promise!!! AHHHHH!
THE ANGST IN THIS ONE FIC ALONE, OOOMG!
ok , im tired. must sleep and recover.
until tomorrow!
I have a love/hate relationship with this one because I was trying to step out of my comfort zone and write something that was supposed to just hurt lmao. I also get the most annoying update demands from this one but 🤷‍♀️
But yeah, I was basically using this story to explore the mind of the cheater rather than the cheatee. WeI’ve kinda seen that Joon has some self esteem issues and now he suddenly has all these people trying to get with him and it gives him a sort of a temporary feel good high and makes him feel great while it’s happening only for him to crash after when he realizes what he’s done. Maybe a bit of a borderline personality disorder.
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