#so i might post a test drabble first

[crabsnpersimmons]

I have a question.

What would your CLIP AU voice be like?

probably the voice of your Sun and Moon hairdresser AU is exactly like that of the original daycare attendant sun and moon.

but what about Clip? it's a thin and lovely voice?, or calm and gentle like in the original Eclipse?

Or Is the voice different?

good question! and a tricky one, because i don't have any exact references to pull from and i don't know how much will translate, but i will try to explain the best i can

First: in the hairdresser AU, Sun and Moon actually sound a little different from canon! It's been a long time since their time at their PizzaPlex and they've undergone a lot of change, and that shows in their voices. So they used to sound like their canon voices, but they've changed over time.

Sun's voice is gentler than his canonical voice and it doesn't fluctuate as much (switching from excitable, to sarcastic, to threatening). Overtime, Sun has learned to keep his tone even and approachable. The best way to describe Sun is that he is even-tempered and calm. He rarely gets over-emotional, but Moon and Clip have a way of getting to him, since they know each other the closest. He only ever slips into his old voice and vocal habits (like repeating words) around Moon and Clip, usually in the form of sarcasm to balance their silliness (like his comments in this post). i like to describe Sun's voice as his customer-service voice, light and cheery enough to be appropriate for the situation.

Moon's voice is still a little raspy, but unlike his canon voice, it's less guttural and his pitch doesn't fluctuate as much. He also speaks in full sentences haha. The notable thing about Moon's voice is that it lacks the playful gremlin quality we all love about canon Moon. His tone isn't as playful and he doesn't giggle as much as he used to. Perhaps he'll have a short friendly chuckle when talking to a customer, but it's not gremlin level laughter. i think the closest voice reference i can think of is Corey Wilder's voice dub for Moon. still a little raspy without being too guttural, and more eloquent and charming in his delivery. Overall his tone is kinda dry, but when he begins to open up (like in this post), his voice takes a softer tone, closer to canon.

and finally Clip! In a way, his voice is probably the closest to canon Sun and Moon's. His voice fluctuates a lot jumping around from canon Sun's lofty theatrics to canon Moon's menacing glee. He's dramatic, he's silly, he cackles, he giggles, he rambles, he growls, he makes animal noises, he's all over the place! And there is no rhyme or reason to it, it's just fun for Clip. No matter the time of day, Clip is here to play play play! However, there are rare moments when his voice sounds like canon Eclipse from the Ruin DLC. It's that sweet and gentle tone, but there is a staticky quality in his voice, crackling like someone who hasn't spoken in a while.

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i hope that made sense!

#ask the crab #New Do Same You AU #Sun New Do Same You AU #Moon New Do Same You AU #Clip New Do Same You AU #admittedly i'm no good with coming up with voices #so i used the canon voices as a base and tweak them as necessary for LORE reasons haha #the question is #why has Sun's voice changed so much? #where did Moon's gremlin laughter go? #how do we hear Clip's sweet voice? #answers to these and more in the fic that i'm procrastinating on writing!! #well #i'm hoping to get something out this month #i've never posted on Ao3 before tho #so i might post a test drabble first #nervous

[tears0fsatan]

☆ 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒

✦ ⊹ ˚˖ warnings... gn!reader, slightly suggestive? kisses and making out??? not that nsfw but u can be the judge of that

 :¨·.·¨ ♥︎  a.n... been plagued with thoughts of making out premaritally that im having dreams about it so i thought i'd share the delusion with the dateables <3 might make a brothers version if i feel like it ૮ ˊ͈ . ˋ͈ ა  posting this little drabble while i work on things ^_^

DIAVOLO !

the first kiss with him is surprisingly soft and tentative, a large contrast to the lord's usual loud and unabashed demeanour. its nothing more than a peck to test the waters, one to see if the two of you are comfortable.

its not long after that that diavolo takes the reigns, his arm curls around your neck and rests his hand on the back of your head to pull you impossibly closer. the kiss morphs from something sweet and demure to one thats hurried and pervasive.

he naturally takes the lead, mouth slotting against yours like they were moulded to be together while his tongue danced with your own, like a dog eager to show its master its affection.

BARBATOS !

the first kiss with the royal butler is one thats calm and collected, like theres no amount of doubt in his movements. theres an air of certainty almost as though he knows this is what the both of you have been waiting for.

barbatos lets you take a breath and uses that to coil his arm around your waist to pull you closer to him. his eyes take in the sight of your tightly shut eyes and the faint blush that dusts your cheeks with satisfaction, a hidden greed and desire for more creeping up from the bottom of his spine and spreads throughout his entire body.

he craves more, more, and more, until you have nothing left to give.

SOLOMON !

the first kiss with the sorcerer is playful and chaste, he pulls his head back ever so slightly so you chase after his lips. a low whine sounds from the back of your throat and solomon lets out a chuckle but doesn't relent, firm in his stance.

you huff, and for a moment, you think about pulling away entirely, but the temptation of his lips overruns that thought and you give in to his teasing. like himself, his kiss is pervasive, determined to unravel you with the kiss and uncover your every secret.

SIMEON !

the first kiss with the archangel is pure and fleeting; a soft peck that was so light you would've mistaken it for a dream if it weren't for the feeling of his breath ghosting over your lips. a shared look between the two of you show that this was something that was long overdue, feelings that were bursting at the seams finally rising up to the surface in a wordless confession.

an airy chuckle escapes the both of you, the uncertainty of unreciprocated feelings now disappaiting into the air, fluttering away as though there was never any need for the anxiety or the wavering doubt in the first place.

a quiet, barely audible, "may i kiss you once more?" uttered so softly you wondered if the wind was the one playing tricks on you escapes into the evening sky. you give a shaky nod before the feeling of his warm hand gently hold your face, the feeling akin to the way the morning sun would graze your face as you awoke. its a tender touch and yet, it has you melting in his clasp.

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[neteyamsoare]

birthday present / spider socorro is now live. 𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩

ಇ current game. it's spider birthday and you decide to pull a surprise on him.

ಇ game warnings. minors and ageless blogs do not interact! nsfw, aged up! spider, fem! human! reader, lingerie/stockings, mentioning of alcohol, drunk sex, dom! spider, dirty talk, spanking, slight oral (f receiving), slight fingering (f receiving), p in v, dirty talk, use of ‘ma’ + breeding kink. words. 1.1k.

ಇ things to note. finally finished it at 2:33 am, oh my god. it's always spider that gets me writing over my drabble limit, something about him but i’m happy to finally post it. thanks to my bestie, @inlovewithpandora, for reading it over for me and suggesting to add the breeding kink in it, love you bb!! : masterlist / kinkmas masterlist / previous fic / taglist

It was Spider’s 22nd birthday and the two of you celebrated amongst your friends which you have been planning for a while now as a secret wanting to surprise Spider and catch him off guard. 

The two of you partied it up more than anyone else there. You played games, grinded on each other, and drank more than the rest which they had to lead you guys home. You loved seeing the smile on his face, his expression kept playing over and over in your head when you first removed the blindfold from his eyes and everyone yelled ‘surprise’. 

He was so happy since he thought everyone forgot his birthday, you had him think that so as not to give away any hints of the surprise party. Now that his special day is ending, you tell him to close his eyes for the final surprise you had for him, slurring over your words a bit. “No peeking!” you chastised him after catching one of his eyes slightly opened and he slightly chuckled, closing his eyes completely.

You squeal in excitement as you undress yourself from your loincloth and feather top. You planned this good, it was one of the reasons you spent so much time at work between planning the party and sowing a new piece that you knew he was going to love.

Once you were done putting them on, you stood right before him, smiling very hard, a bit nervous about what he might think. “You can open your eyes now,” you exclaimed as you watched Spider open his eyes, looking you up and down with a shocked expression. “Do you like it?” 

“Damn ma, if I knew that this was going to happen, I’d have left the party a long time ago!” Spider smirked as his eyes traveled down your body as he noticed how the bra accentuated your breasts to the way your panty hugged all your curves. He was drooling at the sight. “You look so sexy, only f’me,” he whispered, closing the distance between the two of you. 

“Only for you,” you repeated back as you leaned forward, smashing your lips on his, you opened your mouth slightly giving him total access to slide his tongue in, and his hands travels down the side of your body til they meet the swell of your ass, rubbing it a bit before squeezing it tight eliciting a moan from you as he deepened the kiss. 

Spider is the first to pull away as you both catch your breath, he pulls down your bra enough to release your breasts, cups your breast, kneads it softly, and rolls your nipples with his thumbs. Small moans come out of your mouth as your hands untie his loincloth making it drop to the floor and his cock springs up and hits against his abdomen, precum coming out of the slit, leaking down his shaft. 

“You want him so bad, don’t you?” Spider questioned as he brought his hand down to rub against the fabric to test the waters and as he expected, it was drenched with your slick. “Yes, you know I do.”

Spider walks over to your desk, clearing it with just a swipe of his hand, papers, pens, and pencils flying to the ground. “You gotta stop doing that,” you chastised him and he let out a laugh. “Don’t worry, I’ll clean it up after,” he slurred over his words as he brings you over to the desk, bending you over, your breasts laid on the desk while your back arched with your ass in the air exactly where he wants it. 

Spider pulls your panty to the side, your bare pussy on display for him, admiring how soaked it is just from making out and playing with your breasts a bit. He runs his finger between your folds before sticking a finger in your hole, slowly thrusting in and out as your cunt clenched around his finger. 

“Mmm fuck…” you cursed under your breath, he removed his finger and replaced it with his tongue, slurping up your sweet juices. “Spider… stop with the teasing…” you whined earning a deep chuckle from him. 

Spider straightens himself, rubbing his cock between your folds, letting your slick cover it before he lines up to your entrance, pushing it inch by inch till he bottoms out, grunting as he does. 

“Baby, y’so wet that I slid right in,” he groaned as you waited for him to move, so eager for him to blow your back out. He gives you slow sloppy strokes for a few before increasing the tempo. 

The sounds of skin slapping, your moans, and the desk hitting against the wall filled the air of the lab. You were so glad that it was only the two of you here, it kinda did excite you a bit of getting caught. 

The more he pumped in and out of you, the more you drenched his cock with your juices. “Shit…” you let out a pornographic moan as he relentlessly slammed in and out of you. 

“Y’feel s’good, baby,” Spider groans as he slaps your ass causing you to yelp, bringing your hand to place over the stinging area but he grabs a hold of it and places it on your lower back using it as leverage as he continues to fuck you into the desk. 

“Y’fuckin me so good,” you cried out as you felt your high build-up. Spider knew you were close just based on you starting clenching him even tighter, he knew he was close as well and he couldn’t help but imagine filling you up with his cum. 

You would look s’pretty if he got you pregnant, s’round as you waddled around the clan showing everyone just how much you were his made him so excited that it drove him crazy.

“Baby, I’m coming,” you moaned as your legs began to flutter around his cock, squirting all over his length, your juices dripping to the floor. “Mmm.. fuck…” you tried catching your breath as Spider sped up his pace as you were coming down from your high. 

“Don’t you think you’ll look s’good with my baby in you?” Spider questioned as he continued at his torture, loving the sweet sounds of your moans. “I think you’d look s’pretty,” he continued and you smiled at the thought as you felt his dick twitch inside you. “Please fill me up with your cum, no drop wasted.”

A smirk formed on his face when he heard you speak those words and there was no going back as he pumped into you one more time, releasing his load deep inside you before pulling out, watching as some of his come trickled out of you and he scoops it up and pushes it back inside you, you gasp at the feeling.

“I know baby, I’m done, let’s get you cleaned up then you can rest, okay?” he quired and in response, all you could manage was an ‘mmm’ and he chuckled. The two of you couldn’t wait to see what the future held for you, y’all were ready for just about anything.

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[eoieopda]

meet me at the bar (ksj)

You're supposed to be staring down the barrel of the last — and most important — examination of your life, but you only have eyes for your study buddy.

Pairing: Kim Seokjin x AFAB!Reader Type: One Shot | Fluff w/ Smut | 18+ — Minors DNI Word Count: 7.5k AU: Law school, study-buddies, best friends to lovers, highly educated idiots in love CW: Bad jokes, Latin, fingering (v), unprotected sex (p in v), Seokjinnie hits it from the back. A/N: My inaugural Seokjin smut is dedicated to my donsaeng-in-law (see what I did there?) @yoongiphoria, who is now embarking on this stupid, stupid gatekeeping journey IRL. Best of luck, my lil love. I'll be waiting for you on the other side of the war! MJ FIGHTING ~ Big ups to my other lil love, M, for beta reading 💕 I posted an epilogue drabble on 7/26/23. Also: This is written based on my experience in the American legal (educational) system. I was, frankly, too lazy to study up on South Korean law for a fanfic, lol. ⚠️ 18+ only ⚠️ minors will be blocked, on sight. my content is not for you. i do not want to interact with you. please respect my boundaries.

You are not spiraling.

You are a paragon of health and wellness, you tell yourself as you gulp down a mug of coffee that is still far too hot, like you’ll die without it. 

More bitter than the taste on your tongue is the realization that you might die with it —  your third cup in fewer hours. As far as you can tell, though, it’s a win-win situation: You’ll either generate enough anxious energy to finalize your property law flashcards, or you’ll drop dead before you have to review them.

And you won’t have to take that exam…

And you won’t have to pay off your student debt…

Besides, you figure, the stomach ulcer you’re likely inflicting on yourself will be infinitely less painful than dragging your under-caffeinated corpse through yet another day of studying. Another eight, consecutive hours spent forcing forgotten subjects back into your maxed-out brain. 

It’s worth it, you repeat to yourself, though this gauntlet has turned out to be a full-time job that steals, rather than pays. You can faint on top of the finish line, so long as some part of you crosses it.

You should be used to it by now, running a marathon at a dead sprint. That’s all you’ve ever done — push yourself. You attended your first day of preschool and never stopped, never took a breath. Through elementary, middle, and high school; then for four years of university. Going, going, going.

Stumbling through that eighteenth lap around the track, you kept going because — well, being a student was all you’d ever been. That’s your toxic trait, you’ve since discovered. Your concept of self is rooted exclusively within the context of a classroom.

You didn’t know it at the time, but your decision to take the Law School Admission Test — or the HellSAT, as you’ve come to call it — might have been the start of a quarter-life crisis. But you didn’t stop there. No, you took that score and ran with it. Slapped it onto every application as a desperate plea for acceptance. 

When you received your admission letter, you were a bright-eyed twenty-two-year-old with a bachelor’s degree and a vaguely defined dream.

Call it naïveté or call it gravitas, there wasn’t a doubt in your smooth little brain that law school was the logical next step to take. That being intelligent and hard-working made you well-equipped for the challenge that came with pursuing a Juris Doctor. After all, you’d spent nineteen years delaying gratification — what difference would three more make?

Within the first hour of your orientation, you — a professional student — had already learned something new: You were a masochist and, frankly, somewhat of an idiot.

Thankfully, you weren’t alone. 

Sitting — dissociating, more like — at a nearby table was a lanky boy you’d first noticed on your tour of the law building. His glassy-eyed stare was aimed somewhere in the middle-distance, and even though his slightly agape mouth said nothing, it communicated everything. He was the only other person in that atrium who looked the way you felt: scared shitless and riddled with buyer’s remorse. A can crushed under the boot of self-doubt.

It was the first time you and your wobbly knees went running in his direction, but it wouldn’t be the last.

He was so deep in a daze at that moment that he didn’t notice the way you threw yourself into the open chair next to him, didn’t look up at the scrape of wooden legs against the granite floor beneath them. He nearly jumped out of his skin when you announced your presence with words, however. 

It was less of an introduction — the way people in a society tend to greet each other for the first time, ever — and more of a twister. Words whipped through the air at a dangerously high velocity, no syllable ending before you started on the next. Just one breath, a few consonants, and a pair of dark eyebrows shooting up to cower behind his bangs. 

“Was — was that Korean?” He asked when you finally ran out of wind. 

Judging by the way his wide eyes softened, you knew he wasn’t making fun of you. You’d simply scrambled his brain so thoroughly that you’d transcended the known limits of language.

More of a question than an answer, you peeped, “I think so. Maybe?” You wavered with a sigh. “I’m no longer confident that I know any of the things I thought I knew, though. So, um, don’t quote me on that.”

“You’re giving me too much credit. I didn’t catch enough of whatever that was —” He gestured vaguely. “— To even attempt to quote you.”

Within seconds and without knowing, he’d disarmed the bomb ticking away in your gut. He must’ve sensed it, too, because his face lit up so completely that you had to look away. One glance at the floor-to-ceiling windows confirmed that the sun hadn’t reappeared at that time of night. 

That rush of warmth you felt then  — that absolutely insane brightness — was powered exclusively by the grin taking up the entirety of his face. If that megawatt smile alone hadn’t rerouted your oncoming anxiety attack, the distinct, squeaking laugh that erupted out of his chest would’ve done the job. 

You doubled over, either under the weight of your own giggling or with the relief you felt in finding someone equally lost. Eyes swimming with mirth, you wiped wetness from your cheekbone and snorted. “Was that a windshield wiper?”  

“No, that was embarrassing.” 

The tips of his ears and the apples of his cheeks went some dizzy shade of pink. 

He rubbed sheepishly at the back of his neck with one hand and held the other out to shake yours.

“And I’m Kim Seokjin.”

Now, when the door of your apartment flies open without warning, it’s that same savior standing on your threshold. That designation may be melodramatic, but if that brown paper bag contains what you suspect it does, it’s deserved.

Seokjin, patron saint of breakfast sandwiches, flops down on the couch that stretches along the opposite side of your coffee table. From where you sit on the floor — hunched over your notes like a hobgoblin — you reach out your expectant arms and make grabby hands in the space between you.

You see mischief flash in his eyes, but only for a second. In the next, he’s pretending like he doesn’t see you; doesn’t hear your petulant little whines. He extends long legs out over the cushions, clutches the bag to his chest, and lets his head roll back to rest on the couch’s arm.

“Wanna know what I did today instead of practice essays?” He asks, eyes unfocused on the ceiling above.

All you actually want is whatever that smell is. You can’t stop staring at the bag of food in his hands. If you try hard enough, maybe you can summon some sort of psychic energy, make it levitate towards you.

He doesn’t wait for your response. “The math.”

“Huh?” 

You frown; and as you do, you reluctantly shift your gaze from Seokjin’s hands to his face. He isn’t looking your way, but you can tell he’s grimacing based solely on the way his jaw twitches. It’s a miracle he hasn’t ground his teeth to dust over the past three years, given how often he makes that face.

In an attempt to ease the tension in his posture, you tease, “Didn’t we go to law school because we can’t do math?”

He cracks an unwilling smile. A tiny one, but a smile nonetheless. Without turning his head, he extends his arm out in your direction. In the split second it takes for yours to spring forward like a snake, that blessed bag dangles; the scent of sausage, egg, and cheese wafts through the air and restores your will to live. Clutching your prize, halfway to feral, you tear into it without hesitation.

As you bite off more than you can chew, Seokjin prepares his rant with a sigh, “So, consider this.”

“Mmphf,” you advise through a mouthful of greasy bliss.

“Bar exam prep takes eight weeks, right? If we’re only counting business days, that’s forty — forty days, for a minimum of eight hours each.”

He becomes more restless, the more he talks. Heated, he sits bolt upright and turns wild-eyed to you.

Oh, he’s gone full-tilt insane.

“Three-hundred-and-twenty hours, then. And if you think about that in terms of our clerk wages —” He slaps his hands down on his thighs for emphasis. “— at 2,625 won per hour —” 

Then, he points to you, as if the increasing volume of his voice wasn’t already holding you hostage.

“— we’ve sacrificed nearly two million won in income, just by studying for this fucking test.”

You swallow down the last bite of your sandwich, which you downright hoovered while Seokjin took the path of most resistance. After clearing your throat, your interjection overlaps with his next point: 

“Seokjinnie, why didn’t you just double our monthly —”

“That’s after we paid ninety million in tuition, hundreds of thousands on study materials and registration fees —”

You cut him off. “Is this your way of asking me to Venmo you for breakfast?” 

He freezes, caught fully off-guard. Shocked eyes widen like you’re the ridiculous one. “Of course not!”

He waves you off like his thoughtful gesture is no big deal. Then, like he’s tired himself out, he sinks back onto your couch. From his back, he grumbles with crossed arms, “‘M just sayin’ that I’m tired of this shit.”

You can’t help but giggle at the pathetic pout working down the corners of his mouth. “Felt,” you agree, though it feels a little bit like a lie.

Truth be told, you feel more awake now than you did ten minutes ago, and you can’t attribute it to the coffee — not when the evidence so clearly indicates otherwise. 

Over the course of three years, you’ve built up quite the case against yourself. You’ve made the following findings of fact:

Whenever he pops up, Seokjin brings your mood up with him. Even now, as he marinates in anguish on your couch, his presence gives you a reason not to beat yourself unconscious with the four-kilogram prep book that sits beside you on the rug. Makes you hate your circumstances a little less, if only because you share them with him.

And, for a rapidly deflating balloon, you have to concede that Seokjin looks stunning this morning. 

Unlike you and your day-three hair, he somehow had the energy to wash his. The mid-sections of some strands are still damp; the parts that aren’t frame his face in fluffy waves. His shampoo is something fruity mixed with something crisp — grapefruit and mint, maybe? — and it floods your senses, causing question marks to replace any coherent thoughts you might otherwise have. You’d be lying again if you said you didn’t want to find out for sure how soft those tresses really are.

The verdict? 

Well, the jury’s still out, but you know you’re guilty. 

If being down this bad for your best friend isn’t a criminal offense, it should be.

You shake your head to clear it. To smother the flame licking up the inside of your belly, you grab the certified mood killer off the coffee table and hold it up in front of you. Surely, the cure for a sexual tension headache is an eight-centimeter stack of color-coded, neon index cards covered in information you shouldn’t need to memorize in the first place.

“Exam’s in one week,” you say with a shiver.

Seokjin rolls onto his side to look forlornly at you. You are not looking at his bare hip bone, which appears where the hem of his shirt shifts from the waistband of his joggers. Nope.  

You continue the search for the point you’re trying to make. “I can barely spell mortgage, let alone explain what the fuck to do with one.”

“Don’t think I know what land even is at this point,” he sighs. Dejected, he lets his arm go limp. It spills off the edge of the cushion and dangles until his knuckles brush against the rug. “What is this property you speak of?”

Biting back a grin is impossible, so you press your lips together instead. Just like that — just by Seokjin being Seokjin — the hellscape you willingly walked into gets a little brighter. Maybe, you think, you can do this.

You look down for a moment to shuffle up the cards you spent the better part of two days preparing. As you stare down at the staggering amount of knowledge you might be tested on, you can feel the crease returning between your eyebrows. Your grimace is back, too, like a reflex. 

If you make it through this experience without premature wrinkles, you’ll be shocked.

There’s shifting on the couch ahead, but you don’t look up until Seokjin breezes, “From this angle, it almost looks like you’re smiling.”

His arm is no longer dangling off the edge of the couch. His entire upper body is. Knees now hinged over the backrest for balance, he’s upside-down and smirking impishly at you.

He has to know you’re in love with him, right? How could he expect you not to be?

You clear your throat and arch a single eyebrow as a challenge. “What is the rule against perpetuities, Seokjinnie?”

Like you, he can recite it in full at a machine-gun rate of fire. It’s been beaten so far into your heads that you might utter it on your deathbeds, with your last gasping breaths.

“No interest in land is good unless it must vest, if at all, not later than twenty-one years after some life in being at the creation of the interest,” he responds with a smug smile. “Easy.”

It’s your turn to smirk. 

“Great. Now, what does any of that mean?”

Without missing a beat, he fires back, “Does anyone know?”

“Absolutely not. Next question!”

Having had the same day, every day, for seven weeks straight, Seokjin is struggling. He’s spent hundreds of hours on the same routine, feeling beaten down and burnt out, all the while. It goes like this:

Every morning, he wakes up and goes for a run in a feeble attempt to feel something other than dread. After that, he eats a lackluster breakfast, and then he promptly chains himself to his desk. When he finally gives himself permission to get up again, it’s dark out; and he’s too brain dead to check the hundred or so notifications that amassed on his phone during his fugue state.

Scratch that. There’s one person he responds to, no matter what. As far as everyone else is concerned, though, he’s a ghost.

Today is the first day out of the last fifty-five where Seokjin doesn’t feel like his brain is being hydraulically pressed. For the first time in too long, he fell into an old routine; one he’s missed. It started with a shower — and honestly, that was overdue — then, he swung by the café he’s frequented over the past three years. There, he made his usual order.

One iced americano, and one sausage-egg-and-cheese croissant with extra hot sauce.

Before he walked back up the block, he downed the former, but he didn’t touch the latter. The latter wasn’t for him, anyways. None of the breakfast sandwiches he ever stops for are.

The subsequent hours looked semi-similar to the three-hundred-and-twenty he’s already devoted to studying. Well, sort of. To be clear, the subject matter still sucks, and he’s still angry that he has to touch it at all, but he isn’t waiting for the sweet release of death in the same way he has been all summer. 

This might have something to do with the fact that, for the first time in nearly sixty days, he’s not on his own. 

More than that, he’s with you.

Having switched away from covenants, easements, and servitudes, he feels a slightly less stupid. Contract law is a little more straightforward and a little less caked in colonialism. Unfortunately, after six hours of burning all his brain cells on shit like liens, Seokjin has begun his descent into madness. 

The worms are digging in, he can’t focus, and neither of you can stop — fucking — laughing.

“I’ll give you a hint,” you giggle, shifting in your spot on the neighboring cushion. You give his knee a pat that feels a tiny bit patronizing, but that makes his pulse race, nonetheless. “It’s a Latin term.”

He snorts so loudly that you do a double-take, just to make sure it wasn’t a sneeze. You both stare at one another for a beat, then comes the eruption.

“It’s all Latin!” He roars. 

To muffle the way he’s wheezing, Seokjin slaps his hands over his face. It’s already tear-stained from his abject failure to keep his shit together. At least he can attempt to hide how red he knows it is.

Your laugh comes straight from your belly. You double over completely when his comes out in squeaks, hand reaching out to squeeze his forearm. It used to bother him, the sound he made when he truly loses it, but it doesn’t any more. 

How could it, when it makes you cling to him like that?

Wiping at your cheeks, you take a deep breath, then sigh, “Does it help if I give you the translation?”

He doubts it because you just pinched your bottom lip between your teeth, and now, his mind is blank. 

Really, it’s a fucking miracle he graduated at all with you around. You and that face you make when you concentrate have always made it impossible for him to do so. It’s why he wasn’t paying attention in class when this shit was taught in the first place, he realizes now. 

To cool himself down, Seokjin grabs the Camelbak bottle off the coffee table, realizes too late it’s yours and not his — oh, well — and shoves the straw into his mouth. He nods once, firmly, and sucks in as much water as he can. 

It all sprays back out of his mouth when you say:

“Naked promise.”

He had always wondered what his life would look like if it ever flashed before his eyes. Now, he knows. It’s not a montage of his finest moments, the most recent of which would not have made the cut. All he sees is you, wide-eyed, glancing between him and the wet spot that’s now soaking through your sweatshirt.

You press your lips together, probably to keep from laughing in his face. It’s a valiant effort on your part and a kind gesture, but honestly, he doesn’t deserve it. His fingers twitch as he clutches the bottle, wanting nothing more than to dump the remaining water on his face. He embarrasses himself more often than not, but this stings his cheeks like a sunburn.

“I am —” he raises his hands, flustered, “So sorry. I don’t remember waking up in a sitcom this morning, but I, uhhh, clearly did.”

When you stand up, you’re grinning. And not in that scary way you do when you’re about to retaliate for some prank he’s pulled. No, that look on your face is genuine amusement. 

Thank god.

You shrug as you cross your arms over your torso and grip the hem of your sweatshirt with both hands. “All good, Seokjinnie,” you laugh. “This needed to be washed, anyway. You see that coffee stain?”

No. 

No, he does not see that coffee stain because the tank top underneath your sweatshirt is clinging to the wet spot as you tug the top layer up your stomach. He feels bad for staring — really, he does — but fuck, your skin looks soft. Like, so soft that he has to grip his water bottle to keep a grip on himself.

Eventually, your tank top separates from your sweatshirt. It falls back down to where it belongs, to Seokjin’s dismay, and the sweatshirt keeps going. 

“Nudum pactum,” you remind him as you pull the drenched hoodie over your head. Playfully, you toss it at him. It smacks against his chest, splays out over his lap. 

Once more with feeling: thank god. 

You sink back down beside him on the couch, and he can’t help but notice that you’re the tiniest bit closer than you were before. It’s innocent, just your bare knee bumping his shin as you re-cross your legs. Still, it leaves his tingling through the fabric of his joggers when you don’t move away.

The silence surges as it settles, crinkling like static in his ears. He almost doesn’t hear you when you ask him again: “What’s it mean?”

Uhhhh.

“It means —”

Unfortunately for him, the water he just forcibly ejected from his mouth didn’t help him. His throat is dry now, and he sounds strangled, he’s sure. The way you’re watching him so intently doesn’t help one fucking bit, either.

Are you doing that on purpose?

You nudge him physically this time, knuckles connecting gently and playfully with his leg. He wonders if you can hear his heart hammering against the wall of his chest in all of this quiet. You might, he figures, especially when you tuck your hair behind your ear.

Instinctively, his eyes flick down to the length of your neck. Without a curtain of hair in the way, it’s even more exposed skin that he doesn’t know what the fuck to do with. Making matters worse for him, you tilt your head to the side expectantly. His breath catches when he tears his gaze away, back up, and sees the way you’re looking at him now.

You are absolutely — without a goddamn doubt — doing this on purpose.

If that’s the game you want to play, Seokjin can play it, too. He turns away from you to set the bottle back down on the coaster he took it from. As he does, he finally answers your question — the nonchalance he’s faking even sounds convincing.

“It’s an unenforceable promise,” he replies casually. “One with insufficient consideration.”

He rights himself in his seat, stretches a bit further backwards until he’s resting comfortably against the arm of the couch. You hide it well, but there’s a hint of a pout on your lips when you clock the newfound distance. 

Check, he smirks to himself, your move.

A flash of pink slips out. Your tongue wetting those lips before you prompt him more quietly than before, “And consideration is…?”

He slips up, makes the mistake of noticing the rise and fall of your chest as you take measured breaths. So, he sees, you’re buzzing with anticipation, too. He wonders if it’s him that’s having that effect on you, or the circumstances. 

For all he knows, it could be pent up steam that you need to release. Stress weighing down your body that you want to get off.

Fuck, he wants to get you off.

He swallows thickly. “Can’t get something for nothing. There has to be an exchange, otherwise it’s meaningless.”

You say nothing, so he keeps talking.

“Quid pro quo, essentially,” Seokjin adds. He chuckles slightly when he realizes. “See? Told you. It’s all fucking Latin.”

The corner of your mouth twitches at his joke, but you don’t make a sound. The hand that previously pushed against his leg inches closer, just barely. It’s such a small shift that you don’t seem to realize that you’re moving it. 

Maybe you feel that pull, too; the one he’s been fighting since you barged into his life without warning. 

Maybe the consideration has been there from the start; a promise for a promise. I’ll jump if you do. Because it’s always been that way, hasn’t it? Since orientation.

Pulling all-nighters in the library, developing matching caffeine dependencies, getting sick too often from the strain of it all. 

You and him.

Laughing quietly in the back of lectures, cold sweats through cold calls, bitching about unpaid internships while you spend indisposable income at the bar down the block without acknowledging the irony.

There are only two real differences between this night and that first one, he notes.

Now, Seokjin isn’t questioning every decision he’s ever made that led him to this point. He’s not scared shitless, not really. Not when you’re around.

You cut through the silence with a sigh that’s barely more than an exhale, so breathy that your voice dissipates as soon as it hits the air.

“Seokjin.”

He could probably hear a pin if you dropped one — can hear everything you don’t say. It’s all packed tight inside that utterance of his name like gunpowder, locked and loaded. 

So, who shoots first?

You shift again. Now, when you speak, it’s deliberate and in a language he can parse.

“Tell me you want me, too.”

Bang!

His body answers for him, pushes off from where he leans until he can get his knees underneath him. He’s waited three years to kiss you, but he can delay gratification for the brief time it takes to overtake you. Pinned with his palms bearing weight on either side of your head, you wind up caged in and breathless beneath him. His right knee occupies the space between your spread thighs.

Again, it’s a miracle he’s made it this far with you around.

He hums, beyond pleased with the position he finds himself in. “Maybe. Tell me if I got the answer right.”

“Oh my god.” You toss your head back to the extent that you can, which admittedly isn’t far. Your frustration rolls off you in waves, heat palpable. “I’ll kill you, I swear.”

“Sounds admissible to me,” he teases further. He flexes an eyebrow. “Isn’t that an exception to the prohibition of hearsay evidence? Speaks to motive, I think.”

Seokjin has no idea why he’s riling himself up like this. If he could shut up — just this once — he could be kissing you by now. You seem to be aware of that fact, too, because you grip his shirt so desperately, one right move might tear it.

You huff out a laugh despite the circumstances,  “This friendship is over, by the way, in case that’s not clear.”

That tiny smile on your face spreads to his. Not over, he knows, just modified. Amplified, finally. Knowing that, he continues to push his luck. 

“Can I make one more joke?”

“So over!” You emphasize with a wail.

He takes a second to center himself before hitting you with award-winning drama, sincerity dipped in the kind of humor he never misses out on with you: 

“You have adversely possessed my heart.”

Your jaw drops at how stupid that line was, but you reign it in just in time for his lips to crash into yours. 

It almost knocks the wind out of him, the way the pieces fall with force into place. They slot together easily, just like you do. With fingers clinging, the weight of his body molding overtop of yours. 

You kiss him until he forgets what life tasted like without your tongue licking into him, your little moans melting in his mouth — until you break apart, gasping for air. Panting, you ask, “Do you have any idea how long I’ve been waiting on you?” 

He doesn’t, no, not at all. Thankfully, you take his stunned silence for what it’s worth. After relinquishing your grip on his shirt, you bring your hands up to cup his face gently in your palms. 

With you touching him like this, he has no option but to stare down at you. Bit redundant, he thinks, since his focus has always been locked right here, right on you, by choice. Given that, it’s a little funny that he managed to miss every signal you’ve apparently sent him. But really, it doesn’t necessarily surprise him to hear that he’s even dumber than he thought.

You kiss him slowly this time, briefly, before nipping affectionately at his bottom lip. It drives him exactly as crazy as you want it to; makes his cock twitch inside his joggers, makes his brain foggy with a potent combination of fondness and filth.

Do you have any idea how many times he’s thought about this? He’s genuinely wondering because even he doesn’t know. He’s lost count of all the times he’s watched you nibble on your own lip and wished it was his instead. A million or more, if he has to guess.

Seeming to sense the way you've scrambled his brain, you nudge the tip of his nose with yours and giggle.

Seokjin can’t help but grin. “What’s so funny?”

“Thought of a good one,” you answer. Your smirk does his head in. The contrasting, goofy wiggle of your eyebrows squeezes his heart. “Better than yours, I think.”

He kisses you quick and hums, “Oh?”

You nod. 

The suspense is killing him. So is the way your clothed cunt grinds ever so slightly against his thigh. 

Fuck. 

He wants you, he wants you, he wants you. 

“You gonna make me come, Seokjin, or do I have to wait for you to file a subpoena?”

You may have to seek a refund for the prep course you paid for. 

For as long as you can remember, you’ve learned best through application. You could read the same chapter, over and over, and not absorb a word. The same was true with lectures, even more so when they’re pre-recorded rambles by the weirdest adjunct professors known to man. Sure, you may eventually memorize concepts this way, but they don’t sink in deeply enough to stay. You can’t use them in any way that helps you.

To no one’s surprise, no part of your civil procedure lecture sticks until it falls into your lap. 

Strike that. 

Until Seokjin loses his balance in trying to take his pants off, and falls onto your floor with a yelp.

A moment or two passes while you stare at each other in shock, but that dissolves quickly. And so do both of you, right into another fit of laughter that makes your shoulders shake. Then, you jump to your feet and hold your hands out to him.

Seokjin accepts them, though he doesn’t rely on them at all when he stands back up. He seems more than content just to hold onto you, whether or not he needs you to keep him steady. You have no complaints, for once in your life.

Shaking his head, he chuckles, “Venue change?”

“I think —” You hum and kiss the column of his throat. He swallows hard enough that you feel his Adam’s apple bob against your lips. So sensitive.  “This is what they call forum non conveniens.”

He’s having none of that, and you don’t necessarily blame him. As it turns out, the shoe isn’t terribly comfortable when it’s on the other foot.

You’re lifted without warning, bent over his shoulder, and hauled off in the direction of your bedroom before you can even squeak in protest. You drop like a bag of dirt — albeit a beloved bag of dirt — onto your mattress once he reaches it; his lips are on yours to swallow the gasp before it can leave your mouth.

As eager as his mouth are his hands, roaming down the curve of your waist and over your hips. With fistfuls of the pajama shorts you hadn’t bothered to change out of, his head dips down under your jaw. The warmth of his breath is quickly replaced by that of his tongue, flicking a short, languid line along your neck.

“Want you so fucking bad,” he breathes. A shiver shoots straight down your spine and you keen, head crashing gracelessly back against the pillows. “Just like this.”

And he means it — you can feel how true it is with him settled between your spread legs. He presses his hips forward to meet your clothed cunt, cock teasing you through four goddamn layers’ worth of fabric.

His lips flutter against your earlobe just seconds before his teeth graze your flesh. He continues, voice vibrating through his chest to yours, “All the time.”

You outright whimper when he grinds against you a second time. Halfway to crazy, you knot your fingers in his hair and wrap your legs around his back in a silent plea for friction. So hungry for him that it aches.

“Seokjin, need — oh, god.” 

You lose your train of thought the second his hand slides into the gap between your bodies. Long fingers slip below the waistband of your shorts and panties, too. He doesn’t stop there. Not with fingertips whispering over the mound of your cunt, not until he finds you wet and wanting.

So wet that you can hear it when the pad of his index finger runs along your slit.

His mouth curves against your neck, prompting you to shift your head on the pillow. You tilt your neck just enough to meet his eyes. 

To your surprise, he’s not smirking. Not even close. If anything, he looks awestruck. Like he’s finally realizing what he does to you, how your body reacts to him. From the looks of it, that discovery is flipping his whole damn world upside down.

For once, Seokjin doesn’t crack a joke and neither do you. It’s quiet, save for your tiny gasping breaths and the ripple of his fingertip swirling over your clit. Even the moan building in your chest gets the memo. It disappears somewhere in your throat when — fucking finally — that middle finger penetrates you.

And god, he sounds so wrecked when he finally speaks. 

“Tried to imagine it a thousand times, you know,” he murmurs. 

You clench around his finger as it curls upwards, shiver when he starts to stroke the sensitive spot along your front wall. His thumb picks up where his middle finger left off, pressing against your clit in a way that makes you mewl.

Seokjin only stops talking to kiss you deep and leave you dizzy. It’s too brief. If asked, you’d never be able to quantify what amount of time is enough, but you know that wasn’t, so you pout.

Ignoring your little whines, he continues with a hum, “How perfect you’d feel, if I ever got this lucky.”

Oh, Jesus Christ.

You laugh as you say it, but you’re dead serious: “If you keep talking to me like that, you’ll never be able to get rid of me.”

Marry me, why don’t you? Beautiful bastard.

“Threat or promise?” 

He adds a second finger; and suddenly, you’re not laughing anymore. No, the strangled sound you make while you grind against his palm isn’t funny at all, but you can’t care about that now. Your focus is stuck on remembering how to breathe. In, out. On the stars blinking behind your eyelids when they give up and flutter shut.

He works you open for him like he’s already attuned, like it’s the fiftieth time he’s finger-fucked you and not the very first. And, quite frankly, it’s embarrassing how little time it takes for him to pull you apart at the seams.

No one has ever made you cum with such little effort. You’re scared to learn what it’s like when he tries.

You catch the triumphant gleam in his eye in the split second before you bury your face in the crook of his neck. He’s earned it, you suppose, so you’ll let him relish the personal record he’s managed to set on his first time out. You might even let him brag about it, so long as he continues to make you tremble like this.

“Shit,” he chuckles low near your ear. 

If he sounds muffled, it’s because you’re still waiting for your system to reboot. He knows this, knows how fucking sensitive you are, and slides his fingers out of you as slowly as possible. Still, those aftershocks throttle you; the unintentional stimulation makes you jolt.

“Yes,” you nod helplessly, squeezing your eyes and jaw shut simultaneously. “Shit is right. Perfect analysis, no notes.”

A chaste kiss is placed on your temple. It’s petal soft and subak sweet, but it functions like a defibrillator. Within a split second, he’s revived you. Eyes now open again, you exhume your face from where you buried it and blink up at him. Warm brown eyes light up when you reappear.

He’s so fucking beautiful that you almost want to avert your eyes. Key word: almost. You’ll drink in the sight of him until you drown, you think.

Seokjin looks concerned. With a shy smile, he checks in: “You okay? We can stop right now if you’re not.”

You don’t know who they are, but you know that they don’t make them like him anymore. Which is a fucking bummer for the rest of the world — just not for you. This one is all yours.

“You quitting on me, Kim?” You let your knee fall inwards to nudge his side, and you pretend not to notice how boneless you still feel. “Didn’t wait all this time to tap out early, did you?”

He rolls his eyes, but he’s grinning, nonetheless. His warm palm massages the outside of your thigh affectionately, if only for a moment. Then, he pats his fingertips against the same spot. “Shorts off, champ.”

You follow his instructions and move to shimmy out of them, but not before snorting, “Champ?”

“Fine. Old sport?” He offers with a shit-eating grin. Your shirt smacks him in the face once you peel it off and chuck it at him. He pouts. “Hey!”

“Thanks, I hate it.” 

He tugs his shirt over his head, launches it over his shoulder without looking. Your unabashed stare immediately clocks the slight hint of his abdominal muscles. Lean, but not sharply contoured in a way that looks painful to touch. Soft. Perfect, even.

What lab were you engineered in?

“For someone with so many opinions, you don’t offer many suggestions.” He shoots you a pointed look while he unties the knot at his waistband drawstring. “What’s your proposal?”

You’d love to bite back at him. Really, you would, but he pulls his boxers down alongside his joggers, and every meaningful thought you’ve ever had goes flying out the fucking window. All that’s left is I want you, I want you, I want you.

Automatically, you reach out with a tentative hand, craving nothing more than to feel his velvet length in your hand. To your surprise, he stops you. He catches your hand in his, lifts it to his lips, and brushes a kiss over your knuckles.

“Rain check, baby,” Seokjin smiles against your skin. There it is. That’s the one. “Need to fuck you, posthaste, or I’ll simply pass away.”

You open your mouth to comment; he breezes right past you. He points to the mattress, then to the wall to your left. “On your side, love.”

That works, too.

“Face away from me.”

Never in your life have you moved so fast, all but throwing yourself down where he told you to. As you land with a slight bounce, you mouth to yourself, Posthaste? Nerd.

A second slips by, then Seokjin slips into the space behind you. His lips tickle the back of your neck when he kisses the base of it, causing you to gasp yet again. Maybe that’s just how you breathe when he’s around — like you don’t know how.

His hand drifts down the length of your side, passing over the doughy flesh of your ass. He gives it a squeeze for good measure — because of course he does — but he doesn’t linger, not now.

That hand continues until you feel his fingertips scratch affectionately at the back of your right thigh. He doesn’t need to ask; you lift your leg, allowing your knee to hinge overtop of his hand. Now that his hands are occupied, you offer yours to assist. 

This time, he doesn’t stop you when you wrap your fingers around his length. And fuck, there’s so much of it. Part of you wants to ask where the hell he thinks he’s going to fit all of it, but you’re not a quitter, so you keep your mouth shut. 

Seokjin shivers under your touch, breath catching in his throat so blatantly that you can hear it right behind your ear. 

“Hmmm,” you tease, squeezing the crown gently as you circle your wrist. “Does that work for you, champ?”

His forehead drops against your shoulder. The groan you force out of him is twice as long as necessary, followed by an unwilling laugh. “You’re right, okay? You’re fucking right. It’s awful. Just so fucking bad.”

Your thumb swipes over his leaking tip, smearing the bead of pre-cum waiting for you there. You’re relentless. “Sure you don’t like old sport better? Huh, buddy?”

“Baby,” he warns. There isn’t much heat to it, but it burns white hot in your core anyway.

The stretch of his cock does, too, when you finally stop fucking with him and start letting him fuck you. The breath he holds as he enters you slowly is let out in a shuddered groan when he bottoms out. Perfectly full and fully incapable of teasing him further, you simply melt back against his chest.

He’s careful to start, testing the waters and refusing to push you too far, too fast. You want more, though, you always have. Greedy, you rock your hips back against him to force him deeper into your weeping hole. He takes the hint, fingertips pressing bruises into the underside of your knee as he picks up his pace — and you’re far too blissed to care.

He pistons into you eagerly, deliberate. His hips clap against the flesh of your ass, but the sting of it all can’t compete with the way he splits you open. Makes you reach back to cling to any part of him you can get your hands on, claim whatever you find for keeps. Buried to the hilt, and somehow,  he’s still not close enough.

You’re close, if your fluttering walls have anything to say about it. You’re babbling, too, so lost in pleasure that you can only repeat — over and over — how fucking perfect he is. How perfect for you he is.

Seokjin peppers kisses down the curve of your shoulder as he thrusts. It’s the only real indication you have that he’s at a loss for words, too; that he’s compensating for the quiet. He kisses you with an open mouth, teeth grazing the space he finds, leaves a mess on your sweat-slicked skin.

“Fuck,” he grunts. You mewl. “Can’t stop thinking about —”

“Just like that, please.”

“— how many times I could’ve —”

You wail, “Shit, Seokjin, don’t stop. I’m so close.”

The staccato strokes will be the death of you, you’re sure of it. Thankfully, he doesn’t stop. Not when he kisses the back of your neck again, and not when he murmurs directly in your ear, “— had you like this, if I’d said something years ago.”

Please, please, please. 

It’s all you can say, again and again, as if he isn’t already giving you everything you want before you even ask for it. Responding to every movement you make, fucking into you with precision so that each vein of his cock brings friction where you crave it. Fucking you through your orgasm when it catches you in a riptide and sends you reeling.

“That’s it, baby.” His voice is soothing despite the recklessness of his thrusts. “So good for me. So fucking good.”

You’re still gushing when he snaps his hips forward and stills, cock twitching as he lets himself go inside of you. Still trembling when his head droops forward to nuzzle against your shoulder blade, and when you feel his breathing begin to slow in tandem with yours.

Once he pulls himself out of you, a few moments pass in fucked-out silence. It’s comfortable, if you ignore the mess between your thighs — and you do, for now. Your brain is too busy to waste time on that.

You’re exhausted and bordering on delirious when you say it, but that doesn’t make it any less true:

“I might love you, probably.”

He doesn’t respond immediately. He doesn’t move either, which makes you wonder if he’s fallen asleep with his face smushed into your bare back. But you feel the tiniest exhale through his nose; the kind of laugh you get from him when he’s too tired to be any louder.

His reply is muffled, lips still pressed against your skin, but you hear it perfectly.

For the record, he probably loves you, too.

Epilogue, posted 7/26/23.

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#mcyt #mcytblr #mcyt event #mcyt exchange #info post #mcytblrsource

[pitconfirm]

Hiii sorry to anyone who already saw this (I deleted it briefly) but I wanted to post a little something for Valentine's Day, so here's an old strollonso drabble I wrote a few months ago. Wasn't sure what to do with it so I figured I'd post it now 😇

Usually when Lance wakes up, it’s to the sight of Fernando tugging the curtains open. The sudden seep of light will make him groan and bury his face into the safety of the pillows—begging for five more minutes in bed—but Fernando always manages to coax him out. Sometimes, it’s with a warm hand pressed to his cheek and a cold glass of water to his lips. Other times, it’s with a gentle kiss against his forehead and even gentler fingers scratching his scalp. Whatever it is, Lance will instinctively lean in; trusting Fernando to only bring him pleasure. Today, however, the curtains are still firmly closed. 

It's the first proper day of their winter break—no more racing, no more testing—just Fernando and Lance in a warm super-king on the coast of Spain. Of course, the one time that they have no alarms or responsibilities, Lance has finally managed to wake up early. He's hoarding most of the duvet on the his side of the bed, leaving Fernando uncovered, but seemingly unbothered. The generosity feels surreal coming from a man so infamously selfish. 

Lance is sure the two of them were tangled together when they fell asleep, but he must have wriggled away in the heat of the night. The winters in Spain are nothing like the winters in Montreal, he's quickly learning. There's no snow brimming the windows—instead just a light breeze from where they're cracked open.

The only light is from the orange glow of sunrise forcing itself through the gaps in the curtains, but it's enough for Lance to make out the peaceful expression on Fernando's face. There’s no furrow of his brow or purse of his lips—his skin smoothed out by the contentment of sleep. It’s the first time Lance has ever caught him like this, but it makes him consider waking up early more often, just so he can have it again. 

Fernando is so beautiful that Lance starts to think he might not be awake at all. Maybe he's been dreaming ever since he fell of his bike in February, and their relationship has been one long, perfect fantasy. If that's true, he hopes he never wakes up. It’s hard to imagine not being Fernando’s.  

Absentmindedly, he reaches out to touch him, just to make sure he’s real. With a gentle, hardly their finger, Lance traces the creases at the corner of Fernando's eye; trying his hardest not to wake the resting man. He follows the trail—follows every line that shows where Fernando has been, until his fingertip rests on the corner of the Spaniard's lips, next to the lines that remember a thousand smiles. Smiles that Fernando gave to other people in a long life before Lance.

There's an ugly part of Lance that feels jealous. His skin stings when he things if anybody beneath Fernando but him. It’s a struggle to feel adequate to the experiences that Fernnado had before they met—championships, rivalries, an ex-wife. But Fernando could have anyone he wanted, and somehow, that anyone is Lance. There has to be some merit to that.

With Lance's fingers brushing the pink of Fernando's lips, the older man begins to stir; his lids peaking open. He's disgruntled at first, frown lines deepening, before spotting his boy gazing down at him. It makes the eyes that Lance loves soften; ink black pupils widening and concealing the hazel beneath.

"Mi angel,” Fernando mumbles, still sleepy; tenderly grabbing Lance's wrists. He brings both hands to his mouth, placing slow, soft kisses on each knuckle, one by one. He never loses eye contact with Lance, except to blink his tired eyes.

"Buenos días,” Lance says back, the words sounding awkward on his tongue. The pronunciation is off, and it doesn't suit his syrupy accent, but Fernando smiles either way with a chuckle under his breath.

"Salut," he responds, his French more impressive than Lance's Spanish. It makes Lance feel warm and seen, nuzzling his head into Fernando's neck and taking a deep breath of the expensive soap on his skin.

"Come here," Fernando says, gently grabbing Lance's waist to pull him closer, until one of his legs is strung over Fernando's hips and one arm is laying on Fernando's chest. The older man moves his chin to the top of Lance's head, trapping him in his prison of affection.

"I love you," Lance says quietly. "Love you so much."

He can't see Fernando's face like this, but he can feel the shift in his jaw when he smiles, and can imagine the deepness of the lines on his skin. Lines that Lance is making his own every time he makes Fernando's lips turn.

Lance's only hope is that they'll still be together when his own history starts to show on his face. That when he's Fernando's age, Fernando will still hold him like something precious.

#strollonso #my fic

[daze4all]

HSR Penacony Reader Drabble Series Ideas

Yandere! Aventurine suggests Reader pay back to debt as friends...

Yandere! Sunday Traps Reader in a dreamscape he controls

3. Jealous! Hubby! Jing Yuan takes it out on Reader during bathtime

Do I want to fix him or do I want him to break me?

Those are the Vibes I Get from plus some prompt drabble ideas I've been cooking. Side note guess I got over smut and diving right in now lol. Tag what wanna see first lol.

considering my yandere writing I guess the later lol

Drabble fics in development

Yandere! Aventurine hypnotizes reader

Reader is Aventurine's respite from work.

Yandere! Aventurine Traps Reader in a deal to pay him back....

Yandere! Sunday traps reader in dreamscape

"Ah... I do love it when you fight however dear it is futile in a dreamscape. However, don't test my patience dear , be a good girl as your in my dreamscape"

though as control freak he wouldn't in the real world however since a dreamscape is his dominion to control so acts of defiance are just an amusing play as in dreamscape he is 'god'

reader Comforts Sunday

Announcing the return of pervert! Husband! Jing Yuan continuation Honeymoon Penacony part 2 NSFW fic but Suggestive SFW Voicelines. Part one link posted as pic.

I didn't expect the beds to be baths but we can make do. -Jing Yuan

Shall you show me how apologetic you are for flirting with those men in front of me.

Might be fun~ land of dreams so I could do anything to you in a dreamscape?-Jing Yuan

Sometimes rules need to be broken- Jing Yuan totally stealing Trailblazer line lol funny if reader is Trailblazer.

Also when reading that rule about not being naked in the baths or else be so in the dreamscape....devs totally did that to prevent us from thinking In canon ppl did sexy stuff in Dreamscapes to keep it pg 13 well in public....granted i would not want to do it in the forgotten zones where monsters are. yea I'm stopping that thought there.

A/N Background to add spice to reader/Dawn oc

-cuz I'm a jing yuan stan and feel guilty lol for writing fic for other men

-plus sort of used the same reader concept for other guys soo cheating?

-but even before jing yuan's marriage to ten commission judge/dan feng sister reader naming Dawn (cuz tags too long)

-can be female version dan feng idk idc up to ppl imaginations lol I leave it vague on purpose no on even reads this section lol

#honkai star rail imagines #honkai star rail x reader #hsr jing yuan #hsr sunday x reader #hsr aventurine #hsr aventurine x reader

[tavyliasin]

Dom!Halsin Drabble - Poking The Bear

I needed a little break and warmup exercise, so I took the request for Dom!Halsin and decided to add to the little piece I did a while ago. So I'm putting them both together in this post, though they're also in the Drabbles work on AO3 as well~ So that's why there's a little split in the middle, which might not be entirely seamless as the first piece wasn't necessarily going to continue. Smut below the cut, with some Enemies-to-Fucking vibes, Dominant Halsin and f!Tav finding just how far she can push the druid...

------------------- Poking the Bear

“Oakfather give me patience, for you are sorely testing mine.” Halsin glared at Tav as she casually bit in to an apple. “What? If they’re not going to look out for their goods, then they’re free for the taking. Isn’t that what nature’s bounty is all about? Shouldn’t fruit be free to all those who are hungry?” She grinned at him, a little of the juice running down her chin. “That is not what it means at all. You can take what you need from the forest, but this is not the forest, and you didn’t even need that.” He turned down a side alley, dragging Tav by the arm with a low growl. “Well? What’s your plan now, oh great Archdruid?” Tav grinned, seeing the opportunity as she stepped in even closer, feeling the heat from his body. “Perhaps it’s time someone taught you some manners.” His eyes flashed gold, plucking the apple from her hands and taking the last bite worth having before tossing the core off to one side. A small movement in the shadows suggested nature would not let it go to waste. “That was mine!” “Was it? Did you not just suggest fruit should be free to all who are hungry?” His voice grew lower, rising to the bait of her challenge. “I didn’t me-” She stopped talking the moment her hands were pinned against the wall, an entirely new hunger rising within her as she squirmed in his grip. “Why do you insist on pushing me so far? I have eyes, Tav. I see the way you look at me. I hear the way your heart is beginning to race, the way your breath is quickening the closer I get to you, I can feel the heat rising in your body…” He leaned down, so close Tav could smell the hint of apple still fresh on his lips. “Then why not try taking what you want?” “Because unlike some people, I do not take what is not mine. Not without permission.” Despite his words, he moved closer, pressing his body against hers. “Consider it granted, druid. If you think you can teach me how to be so boringly well behaved, you’re welcome to try.” He answered only with a growl, taking her lips in a ferocious kiss, the heat of frustration brought to a boil spilling over in a wave of burning lust. It didn’t matter that it was the middle of the day, or an alleyway in the side street of the city. There was no force in all the realms that could compare to the passion unleashed between the two.

--(there was a break between writing that part and the rest)---

“Be careful what you wish for.” Halsin rumbled dangerously against her lips. “Now get on the floor.”

“You’ll have to be a little more specific, if you want me to follow orders I need to know exactly what you expect.” She grinned wickedly. “Clearly I can’t be trusted to interpret the wisdom of the great archdruid’s lectures about nature’s bounty.”

His hands gripped her shoulders, fingers pressing into her shoulders harshly. “Then you are to get down on to the floor, knees in the dirt, and still that liar’s tongue of yours until I give you permission to use it.” The corners of his mouth twitched upwards in a slight and wicked smile, his voice dropping to a barely audible whisper.. “Oakfather preserve you, thief.”

This time Tav began to obey more readily, the pressure on her shoulders a none-too-subtle hint that too much rebellion would not end in her favour. And yet… “The Oakfather has no business here-”

Her voice was cut off by his hand gripping her chin, thumb pressing into her mouth and holding her tongue down as he leaned forward, eyes flashing with magic for just a moment. “No wonder you are so ill-mannered, you are a terrible student. It’s a wonder you even learned to speak at all.”

Tav’s eyes glanced down, watching his fingers make short work of the fastenings on his trousers, pulling aside his underclothes. Her eyes widened at what she saw, questioning her wisdom in pushing her luck so far…and yet…

“Eyes on mine. I did not tell you that you could look away.” His voice remained a low and threatening growl, coloured by the heat of lust even as he tried to hold it back. “When I remove my hand, you are going to take me into your mouth and put that wicked little tongue to far better use. Do you understand?”

She nodded silently, almost tempted to use the moment his hand left to talk back just once more, but he gave her no such opportunity. The druid’s hands gripped the back of her head and pulled her close, pressing against her lips and not allowing her to draw back, but also not forcing himself between them either.

It was almost strange that he would still be considerate. She had pushed him, purposefully, to this point, hoping he would finally let loose. Tav decided her next tactic was clear - break his resolve with a different skill. She took him into her mouth, savouring the slight gasp above her as she began to tease him, taking her time before she would fully devour him.

#baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #bg3 fanfiction #bg3 tav #halsin x tav #halsin #dom halsin #rival romance? #enemies to...oral

[httpknjoon]

proof, they say | ksj

plot | Every proof that random people took just to prove your relationship.

words | 2.2k+

genres | humor/crack, fluff, actors!au

pairing | actor!jin x famous!reader

note | usernames used in the fic are all fictional. this "thread" is briefly mentioned in lie detector test. I was second-guessing if I should post this for a while. now, I am posting it before the finale! I have more proofs but I chose not to put it here anymore! if you want to read more proofs, send me an ask and I'll gladly reply with it. enjoy reading!

main masterlist | drabble series

Sometime in 2021, Twitter user @/bluemoon04 posted a thread of tweets, which later became one of the most essential posts in the YN-JIN fandom. It was published just weeks later after Jin’s Lie Detector Test video from Vanity Fair and it gets an update every time someone gets more proof of The A-Listers’ real relationship.

As of December 2022, the thread has almost eighty-nine thousand likes and thirty thousand and four hundred plus retweets and requotes. The proofs posted can be hit or miss. But user bluemoon04 shares it anyway and lets the others share their thoughts about it. Others can also submit their own proofs to the account through direct message.

Proof no. 1: [THAT TUMBLR POST IN JANUARY 2019]

behind the scenes...

A twenty-second video was posted on Tumblr sometime in the last quarter of 2019 by a newly-made account. The post only had three tags: #YN, #JIN, and #YNJIN. The algorithm worked and published the video in everyone’s feed. It received a thousand notes by the twenty-four-hour mark. It also reached other social media sites. Mostly, Twitter.

Fans— even the local audience is in awe after watching the video. What’s in it? You might wonder.

It’s just you and Jin sitting on a bench under a light post on a dark night in a lakeside park. It was seemingly taken during the production of Maybe Yes, Maybe No. It was a crowded place with the crew and staff members walking around to do their job while the actors wait on the side.  Amidst the busy background, you and Jin can be seen enjoying ice cream on cones as you chat, inaudibly.

It looked like you two were busy in your own world while the crew members carry stuff around the set. Jin said something that made you laugh hard.

“God! That was terrible!” you told him before laughing at whatever Jin said.

“You loved it!” he replied.

Those were the only audible dialogue from the clip. You two continued talking as you eat the cold treat. And based on everyone who saw the video, Jin can melt– not just the ice cream– but also you with how he stared at you intently while you tell your story. You then paused when you felt the weight of his stare, your eyebrows raised. He chuckled, shaking his head, before wiping the ice cream on the corner of your lips with his thumb. The video ended when a crew member walked up to you two.

Proof no. 2: [JIN SIGHTINGS IN LESS LIKELY PLACES pt. 1]

@/multifan0303: OH MY GOD OH MY GOD MY MOM JUST SENT ME THIS 

The tweet was originally posted in January 2020. The first picture was Jin’s signature on a piece of paper. For the second and last one, there’s a picture of the original poster’s mom with the actor. It’s not new for Jin to take pictures with fans he is out in public. But what made the whole fandom crazy about it is it was taken in a pet store and he was holding a basket full of cat food and supplies.

replying to @/multifan0303

- @/multifan0303: my mom doesn’t know who he is. but she saw her other customer that time asking for a picture with him so she asked for a picture and autograph too HDJSKLJFKDSLGKLJFDS

– @/greenpr4da: look at that basket

— @/v3rsaceyn: and you’re telling me jin hates cats????

—- @/franchiecat: he doesn’t even have a cat 😭

Proof no. 3 [LIVING TOGETHER ALLEGATIONS PT. 1]

During the first lockdown during the pandemic in 2020, everyone began suspecting about you and Jin living together in a house in Connecticut. With a lot of free time, the media managed to find a real estate posted online located in the said state that apparently looked like the house you were rumored to be living together in.

con mi hija 🌸

You captioned it in one of your Instagram posts in 2020. It was a selfie of you with Francheskat in your backyard. The picture was focused on your pet and only half of your face can be seen. A wall from your house can also be seen, showing that your home does have a stone exterior. Since you are more active on social media than Jin, your eagle-eyed fans also spotted in a different picture that you also have the identical Victorian lamp that the actor had behind him during a virtual interview.

“Just tell us are you and Y/N living together?!” Donny asked jokingly during an online fundraiser event with you, Jin, and other friends.

Jin shakes his head, laughing, “We’re not.”

“We do!” you huffed dramatically. “No one told me this man doesn’t know how to wash his laundry!”

Other participants laughed at your exaggerated and sarcastic tone. That was the first time you two acknowledged the gossip publicly and it was definitely not the last. You acknowledged it again when you greeted him on his birthday.

Proof no. 4: [BUB]

Both supporters and the press caught on Jin slipping his endearment for you during events with you back in 2021. Fans made video compilations and listed down the times your co-actor called you ‘bub’ on numerous occasions. Sometimes it was hushed, sometimes it felt like it just slipped from his lips. Jin finally addressed it when W Magazine brought up the topic during a magazine cover with you.

“Yeah, why do you call me that?” you turned your head to him, still in your look for the editorial shoot you two did.

Jin’s lips broke into a smile as he looked at you. He rested his chin on his palm when he answered, “It’s nothing really… It just slips out, bub”

As far as everyone witnessed from his whole career in Hollywood, you were the only co-worker Jin sometimes calls by a nickname. He never explained where it came from and was only questioned about it once.

Proof no.5: [THE TALE OF FRANCHESKAT]

“Yeah, that’s my lovely daughter, Francheskat.” you shared when Stephen Colbert brought up the picture of your pet.

“I heard she’s from an animal shelter in London. Is that right?” the host asked and you nodded from your seat.

“Yes! I visited a few shelters there during the production of my new film there and I was in awe when I first met her!”

“Oh, so you adopted her right away from that moment?”

“I didn’t…” you shook your head. “I was too busy and I was only in London for less than two weeks. My schedule was jampacked, and I never got to drop by the shelter again.”

“But I have a friend who saw how much I want to have this beautiful cat and surprised me like a month later after I got back in LA. It was so unexpected, I cried.” you laughed.

That interview was in 2017, months before the release of your first movie with Jin. Francheskat was the main reason why you made an Instagram account again after deactivating your old account back in 2016. Based on your fans’ calculations, you recently just finished filming Cornelia Street when you began posting about your cat. And Jin was seen in London around the same time you shot your own scenes there.

These facts strengthen your fans’ belief that Jin was the friend you were talking about. Especially with how close your co-star is to your cat, even though he claims he isn’t a big fan of felines.

Proof no. 6 [Y/N SPOTTED IN LESS LIKELY EVENTS  PT.1]

“I don’t really celebrate any holidays.” you shared during an interview back in 2014. “I just spend those days like my other rest days except I send gifts to my friends.”

You have been living alone ever since you were emancipated from your father’s control. You usually sleep or work through Christmas and New Year’s eve or any other commonly big holiday, treating it as a normal day. You always find it exhausting to prepare for such events when you live alone. The only special event you celebrate is your mom’s or close friends’ birthdays. Your fans are aware of this fact and made sure to send you sweet greetings during holidays as you post pictures from your home. You were never spotted outside either by the press during these events.

@/DonnyNextDoor: happy thanksgiving from us!!

In the celebration of Thanksgiving Day back in 2021, Donny posted a photo of your circle of friends. You stood next to Bella Hadid, who was Donny’s girlfriend at the time. Next to you were Jin and your three other mutual friends.

@/daisiesandroses: omg yn holiday contents

Fans were happy to see you with friends during that time. They expected that you will post something for Christmas and New Year’s too. However, you only posted an Instagram story each, greeting everyone. Someone claimed they spotted you in New York for Times Square Ball but no pictures floated online.

Proof no. 7: [VERSACE ON THE FLOOR]

It has been known to everyone that you have always been a massive admirer of the luxury fashion brand, Versace. Donatella has been a great friend of yours ever since you became a brand ambassador for the said brand when you were 22. And even though you had contracts with other brands in the following years, you maintained a good relationship with her. You’ve also been invited to fashion week events and you always try to go if your tight schedule can accommodate it. You were even featured in Bruno Mars’ music video for his hit song, Versace On The Floor.

@/SE0KJINM00N: SOMEONE SEND ME THAT PHOTO HE DELETED IT!!

@/hellobubba: was that versace on that fucking floor or am i seeing things

@/peopleoncrnlstrt: LMAO he deleted the ig story

But sometime in 2019, Jin posted a picture in his Instagram Stories which he deleted less than two minutes later. The photo is simple. It was a picture of the latest book he read. He was holding it down, seemingly an innocent one. But if you travel your eyes to the upper corner of the image, even though the background’s a little blurry, a black piece of clothing can be seen. It was immediately recognizable due to the fact that it has the word Versace printed all over it. 

And since you were the closest person to him that everyone knows, the fans assumed it was yours. You were once seen a couple of years ago sporting a bikini top with the same design, just different colors. People searched online and found that there is, indeed, a Versace one-piece swimsuit with the exact design.

Although the photo was never talked about in public, that Versace mystery became an inside joke in the fandom.

Proof no. 8: [LIVING TOGETHER ALLEGATIONS PT. 2]

urfavecatlady started a live video. Watch it before it ends!

August 2020. You had a five-minute live on your Instagram account, simply just to chat with your fans while you were waiting for your cookies in the oven. It was short yet chaotic.

“Oh, I tried baking today! I saw an easy recipe online. I’ll share the link on Twitter later.” you answered a fan as you put down your phone. You sported a now-messy apron. The apron? It was a gift from Timmy. He learned I love ba–”“

“Ouch!”

Someone exclaimed in the background, followed by the noises of something falling on the ground. You paused and looked at whatever was behind your phone. Your eyes widened. But you tried to compose yourself as you look back at the camera.

“Francheskat jumped on some– on my stuff. Gotta go! I’ll update y’all with the cookies later. Bye!” your voice trailed off as you end the Instagram Live.

@/amymarchdefender: i think i heard someone during yn’s live

@/princessbubblegum: is she quarantining with someone???!?

Some fans claimed it was not Francheskat, but Jin. Although the mystery voice was not that audible, they claimed it was him. Others believed that maybe you are really going through lockdowns with someone who is not Jin. There are few people who believe that you really have a longtime secret partner, someone who is not in the same industry as you. Nonetheless, everyone never knew who it was.

The thread still receives updates from time to time even though you took a break and Jin is not really that active on social media. The owner of the tweet still gets submissions from various fans.

Now, October 2023. Jin hasn’t had any public appearances since his series premiere on HBO. He is still in for Waller-Bridge’s movie. You, on the other hand, were getting gossip that you will be having a cameo with Greta Gerwig’s Barbie. Some believed that you will be retiring or will take years to come back. Both of you two were not active on social media. Your last post in your Instagram feed was in August. And Jin’s was May.

But one of Hollywood's biggest celebrity gossip sources is the Instagram account, Deuxmoi, posted something that made a noise in your fandom.

Sent via form submission from Deuxmoi

Pseudonyms, Please: Cookie Monster

Email: [email protected]

Subject: Everyone’s Fave Cat Lady

Message: A friend of mine works in one of the longest-running live television shows. They said that a prominent A-lister actress is returning in front of the cameras after taking a sudden break for more than a year. Her comeback will be announced next week! Watch out!

taglist rules

THE A-LISTERS TAGLIST

@jub-jub @yoontaethings @kissme-ornot @sleepy-daydreams @veronawrites @cuteipat @ratherbefangirling @babystarcandy-gcf @akirawhore @alpacaparkaseok @rjsmochii @lovesickbangtan @rapmonie2047 @btsiguess-kpop @angelarin @walkinganxiety0 @bloopkook @yoooonie @amara-mars @firesighgirl @zwiehe @hiii-priestess @lojocas @juju-227592 @singukieee @eshtravagent @canarystwin @petalsofink

PERMANENT TAGLIST

@dunixxd​ @cixrosie​ @jksjx​ @embrace-themagic​ @buttvi​ @starbtslove​ @missseoulite @vanntaesworld @kenqki @pixybear @miyukihoshi @stopeatread @seolaquotes @greyrain23

#jin x reader #jin fluff #bts jin #jin fic #jin au #seokjin x reader #seokjin fanfiction #bts social media au #seokjin fluff #bts fluff #bts angst #bts x reader #bts imagine #bts series #bts au #bts fanfic #the a listers ksj

[heynikkiyousofine]

✨Hello, 2024!✨

I'm excited to share with you a few projects I'm hoping to start posting this next year, while also branching out on some new things, such as new pairings, a different POV, and even an attempt at an original novel by myself. Cheers to the next year!

⌘Sweeter Than Fiction

(InuKag, modern au, strangers to lovers, librarian/hockey player au, eventual smut, fluff)

Summary: Kagome Higurashi is a loner, something that has never bothered her. She has her close friend, she has her favorite books she devours every chance she gets, a family who loves and supports her, and she is in her final year of college, with a dream to become a writer. Kagome’s content, but in reality, she wishes for adventures and excitement, much like the characters in her books. In steps the captain of her college’s hockey team, a rude, unruly, and cocky hanyou named Inuyasha Taisho, and suddenly, her whole world is turned upside down.

Keep an eye out for some fabulous art by @clearwillow with this one.

⌘How To Train Your Human

(InuKag, space/other world au, strangers to lovers, eventual smut, chaos, fluff, funny)

Summary: In their 250th year, every youkai receives their human familiar after they complete all the necessary tests and read the handbook on how to train their human. Even Inuyasha will, despite being the first half demon to do so. He expected a kind, docile human as described in said handbook, similar to how his mother was when she met his father. So what does he do when Kagome Higurashi, his human, is the exact opposite?

Keep an eye out for some fantastic art with this one by @heavenin--hell

⌘Terms and Conditions

(InuKag, modern au, arranged marriage, enemies to lovers, eventual smut, angst, fluff)

Summary: After the disastrous day I had, there were two things I was certain of. One, Inuyasha Taisho, the country’s most eligible bachelor, was going to be my fiancé, and eventual husband. Two, we might kill each other before we ever make it to the altar.

Also planning some fabulous art with @brain-rot-hour for this one as well.

⌘Gifts for amazing people in this fandom.

I've been working with a select few others in creating gifts for the amazing readers, writers, artist, creators of this fandom, so be on the look out for some one-shots and drabbles of our favorite half demona and modern miko, along with new pairings that I'm dipping my toes into.

⌘Becoming Theirs (An Original Novel)

(new novel, modern, strangers, stalker, dark, humor, fluff, smut, healing my own inner trauma with this one)

Summary: Charlotte's life has been turned upside down with meeting Jackson and Elliot, only for her entire world to be shifted again when a past danger reveals itself.

⌘ Maybe/Maybe Not's:

(depends on all the time I have)

Epilogue Chapter to 12 Days of Smutmas: InuKag Edition

Sequel to A Deal With A Demon

Bird In A Cage (InuKag, strangers to lovers, dark and twisty, feudal era and modern au, fluff, first time, teaching, smut.) Summary: Kagome finds herself escaping a fate bestowed upon and stumbles upon a whole new world, where not all are who they seem to be.

Currently celebrating hitting the 400 mark in followers. If you would like to be added to the tag list or removed, please let me know, so I can update it. Also, if there's anything you're excited for, feel free to let me know! I will happily let you know when a new chapter is coming. I'm finally at a point in my life where I have time and energy to create new things and push my creativity. And I'm so beyond excited to share it all with you. Happy New Year! ✨

#inuyasha #heynikkiyousofine fanfiction

[agrazza]

Dalyria POV excerpt/drabble

So I have cut out a lot of exposition/backstory/being-stuck-in-Dalyria's head from ch. 40 of "On Darkness", but some of it is actually not too bad? It just doesn't fit the vibe of the chapter. And I think it stands alone well enough as an exploration of the sibling dynamics from the house-spawn's time with Cazador. Also, a few of you expressed interest in Dalyria POV. So anyway I've decided to post some of the material that (probably) isn't making it into the chapter below the cut. Warning for Cazador. Rated: Strong T Summary: Dalyria (now free in the Underdark) recalls what life was like under Cazador's thumb.

Losing a patient had gotten easier, after two centuries with Cazador. He cared so little for the living, after all.

Dalyria was fairly certain that in the time before being turned into a vampire, she had taken the loss of a patient very hard. Not particularly because it was sad, though it was, but because she’d seen it as a failure. Failing to heal someone, failing to solve the puzzle of an illness, failing to keep someone alive… It hadn’t even been a question of professional pride, exactly, though that had certainly played a part. Patriars only wanted the best, after all.

But it had been more of a matter of a personal pride. She was good at her work, and wanted to be better. It was nice, to have a good reputation, but she cared most about her own improvement, always striving to be better and know more than she had before.

She’d been so very prideful, back then. So full of herself. So eager to test the limits of what she could accomplish.

Cazador had twisted that desire up in her. He coaxed and commanded her to precision with her scalpels, punished her if she made undue mess, was exacting with exactly how much pain she was expected to give. Or to take. Her pride in her own work became a fear of her master; there was no predicting his most mercurial moods, and like the rest of them, she’d always been quick to obey. What was the point in doing otherwise, when he could simply force obedience with his magic if you didn’t comply quickly enough? It was easier, and less painful, to do it right the first time.

Sometimes, she was still surprised to find the compulsion gone. She would catch herself, about to do something, or not do something, solely based the small voice in the back of her mind that constantly reminded her of what Cazador’s opinion would be of her every move. And then she would remember, like a breath of fresh air that she didn’t deserve, that his opinions didn’t matter anymore. 

If she were brave enough, no one’s opinions mattered anymore, except her own.

It was different for her and the other house-spawn, after all. The rest of the spawn had been trapped, too, but theirs had been a prison of loneliness and silence; of piercing, aching, all-consuming hunger. One evening of terror and pain, and then a lifetime of drudgery and darkness. It was horrible, certainly, and Cazador’s children had all those curses as well, but they also had the ongoing torture, and the guilt— the indignity and humiliation of their bodies and minds being used for another’s whims. The spawn in the prison had to suffer the loss of their life once, for an age; the house-spawn suffered it again and again and again. 

She thought she might have preferred the dark, had she the choice. Of course, what had happened to the imprisoned spawn was horrible. Many of them had gone rightfully mad. Some were vicious, furious, and desperate. The hunger alone was enough to torment a person, and the unending imprisonment was a torture all on its own. But she’d seen some of them come out of it with bonds formed with their fellow prisoners. Cazador hadn’t had enough cells to separate all the spawn, and she knew that some— not all, but enough to make it a statistical trend— were still rooming with their fellow prisoners now in the keep they’d settled, even in freedom. The horror they had experienced together had broken some, but it had strengthened others. There was camaraderie, in shared pain.

The house-spawn had never had that luxury. They’d fought each other for every scrap of ‘affection’ Cazador would deign to dole out, hoping for just another drop of insect- or vermin-blood, never sated, never satisfied. And if it wasn’t the vicious hunger, it was the pain. Pleasing the master meant you might escape a flaying. Playing along with his games meant that you might have to wield the knife, but at least you wouldn’t be the one screaming that night. Informing on a sibling who was disobedient— in spirit, if not in practice, as it was near impossible to truly disobey the master— would mean a respite, maybe even a few mouthfuls of rancid blood or a night of safety from Cazador’s vicious and numreous hungers. Any house-spawn caught conspiring together, even on something as minor as sharing a hunt or finding brief enjoyment in something that hadn’t been explicitly allowed would be punished more than usual.

And Cazador had liked his punishments. Oh, he played at doting father, pretended to expect them to be obedient and dutiful, but he enjoyed the ‘discipline’ most of all. He made rules that were impossible to follow to the letter, had exacting, meticulous standards, exerted his compulsions in such a way that left them just enough room to  stumble, and he relished the opportunity to catch them failing him. The best way to avoid his wrath was to point out when another of his house-pets had fallen short of his expectations in a more egregious way.

And Cazador had particularly taken pleasure in disciplining his dearest ‘children’ in the name of improving them, of making them great. Dalyria had always been deeply, shamefully thankful that she’d never been Cazador��s favorite. Petras and Leon had always hoped that earning more favor would mean that, eventually, they might receive a blessing in the midst of cruelty. 

Petras had always been furiously jealous that Cazador sent Astarion and Violet to lavish parties, used the two of them to bribe patriars who liked a pretty face in their beds, dressed them in finer clothes than he gave the others. A cushier sort of prostitution than the scraps they all normally had to go begging for in the slums. 

Leon had always hoped for the few privileges that the Cazador’s whims would grant them; music lessons for Violet, books for Astarion, the days when he would suddenly play at doting father and give them a mockery of affection. They were all so desperate for anything other than suffering that even a bare scrap of generosity from the master was a shameful luxury. 

Sometimes, Dalyria had wanted to be jealous too, had hated whatever sibling currently had Cazador’s favor and wished she could believe his lies, just for a few moments. But Cazador was only generous when it suited his cruelty later. A gift never truly belonged to one of them; they were all for Cazador’s use. Cazador was a jealous, petty master, and the more he gave his precious pets away, the more he had to reassert his own sense of superiority when his jealousy reared its head. He pretended he was above it all, that such feelings had nothing to do with the necessary discipline to improve his wayward charges. 

But Dalyria had seen through him. She had listened to Astarion’s screams even when he performed perfectly, had watched Violet go mad as her flawless music filled the cold dead halls, and she knew Leon and Petras for fools. There was no satisfying the master, no blessing to found in that house. And there had been no friendship to be found with her so-called siblings, any of whom she would stab in the back without second thought to spare herself a few moments of agony.

The other spawn, the ones locked below in the dark, had never lain awake at night, listening to the only people who might have possibly understood her sob and scream with pain because she had handed them over to Cazador for the price of a dead rodent. They had never been asked to flay their cell-mates, or watch them be flayed, or to compete against their fellow prisoners for the prettiest prize for Cazador’s bed, or made to watch the master enact every cruelty of his vicious imagination on his favorite pet, only to know that it was their turn next. The other spawn had received the one real blessing Cazador had been capable of giving— his forgetting them. 

So yes, sometimes she was envious of them. Perhaps, she even hated them a little. It seemed fair enough; they certainly hated the house-spawn back, for the role they had played in their damnation.

#bg3 fic #on darkness #dalyria #cazador szarr #Astarion has honestly blocked a lot of this out to cope #dalyria has a far more scientific/methodical mind in my interpretation of her so she has been unable to do this #she is coping by being a workaholic #this is an extremely rough draft

[bungeo-ppangie]

drunk-dazed // p.sh

ღ pairing. dancer!student!sunghoon x fem!reader

ღ contents. romance, fluff

ღ synopsis. sure, being the top of your school and the most likely candidate for a great university was great. but if everything comes crashing down, a single drunk night can’t have that much of an effect on your life, right?

ღ an. soooo a week or two or three without posting passed quickly- i’m dealing with some personal issues right now so i can’t guarantee a faster schedule, but for now have an entirely too long drabble where i’m just bsing ngl mbmb

﹒⪩⪨﹒scene below cut

Others might know you as an overachiever. Socially nonexistent, perhaps. Problem was, they weren't entirely wrong.

It's not that you didn't have friends- Yang Jungwon was your best. It's not that you didn't want to socialize, either. You were simply aware of your circumstances, and how big of a jump it would be to get you from your current position to what you envisioned yourself being.

With your father being out of the picture and your mother financially unstable, you had no financial support to get you to college, even. All you could really depend on was your intelligence and passion, both of which burned brightly.

You just knew what it took to get you to your dream, and you were willing to sacrifice accordingly for it. Or, at least, you used to be.

The first year of high school, you were completely immersed in your studies, never once glancing above your books to care about anything other than academic work. You didn't think about what others did with their friends outside of school, and frankly, you didn't care. All you knew was that you were the youngest and the top student of Decelis, and that was all you needed to continue on.

The second year of high school, you didn't expect to be any different from the prior year. It had taken Jungwon immense effort for weeks for you to begin even realizing his presence, and it was half a year before you were aware that you two had been roommates since the first year. That was the year you had finally allowed yourself to make some social connections. They were admittedly small in number and mostly very shallow, excepting Jungwon, but they were an improvement. Incredibly, you also began to realize the presence of one of Jungwon's friends, Sunghoon. It was around this year your tiny crush on him began to bloom.

The third year of high school, you grew aware of the activities going on around you. Students chattering as they left classrooms, making plans to get tteokbokki after school. Clubs and extracurriculars organizing events outside of school just for the sake of having fun. Hell, even Jungwon was constantly out of the dorms while you studied, dragged out by his six friends from the dance team, including your idolized Sunghoon, who you had never seen or heard a word directed at you from. That was when the jealousy and desire to make the most of your younger years set in. But you never stopped working long enough to consider that, if you just tried to open up more to people, the active social life you wanted could be yours to take.

Now, it was your fourth and final year at Decelis. Let's see what you've got going on your side so far; One good friend and still the top of Decelis. Several offers from prestigious colleges that you couldn't afford the tuition for, with none of them giving you the choice of a full ride scholarship. Hm. Seems that improvement for you stopped in your second year. Bad luck.

At least you knew now that you should've tried to have some fun throughout your high school years. You spent it all slaving away in your dorm, completing extra work for hours at a time for a few bonus points on a test. You had truly believed that, even without money, maybe your indisputable talent alone could help you succeed.

Evidently, funds were a sorely needed factor that were, simply put, way out of your reach. You had worked your ass off for years for nothing. You had let your childhood slip by, and for what?

This year, you decided, you were going to change. Hopefully, you would become like all the other Decelis students- a package complete with friends, partying, and a good dose of underage alcohol consumption.

Besides, who cares? It’s not like staying out of trouble will get you anything. You were going to a crappy college anyways, and that was the lowest of the low to you. With only 2 months left until graduation, you figured you would let loose a bit. So, one thing led to another, and now…

“You want me to take you to the next party? I can just introduce you to Sunghoon some easier way,” Jungwon asked, bewildered and entirely shocked beyond comprehension. It was an understandable response- after all, you barely let him become your friend, and it took him weeks to convince you to room with him.

If you asked any student- heck, maybe even the faculty- to bet on who was the least likely to attend a party, filled to the brim with underage drinking and sexual advances in unoccupied rooms, all fingers would be pointed towards you.

“Shut up, it's not for him. And it's random, I know. But whatever, I’ve had a change of heart. I haven’t even been accepted to any of the universities I’ve applied for, even though I’ve been ignoring my life for studying for as long as I can remember. If you can’t beat it, go with it, right?” You grinned shakily, already regretting the decision and imagining yourself being completely out of place at the chaotic mess, known to many as a party.

“Are you sure, yn? It’s a little… ah… how do I put it? It doesn’t exactly seem like your scene.” Jungwon glanced at you, looking like he was about to call you out for identity theft. By this point, you were almost ready to back down. Call it a day. Maybe you’d try to be a main character some other time. Unfortunately, Jungwon chose this time to begin talking again.

“Alright, well, the next party is at Lim Eunbi’s house on Saturday. I’ll be going with the dance group, but we can take you along,” He said, mentally going through possible scenarios of your being at the party. Good news: you weren’t for sure going to end up drunk and passed out in a random partygoer’s house, as long as you weren’t roped into any drinking games. Bad news: most of the scenarios imagined involved drinking games.

“Great… I’ll just go buy a new dress… or something…”

"For your beloved hoonie~"

"I'm cutting off ties with you."

You held back a wince as you started preparing yourself for what was likely going to be either the most eye-opening or the worst experience of your life. Scratch that, it’s probably somehow end up being both

—

“Hyung! Are we there yet?” Riki leaned forward to grip onto the side of the driver’s seat, staring at Heeseung with a grin. You were finally on the car with the famed Decelis dance team, heading to the party. From your past 4 minutes on the car, you had gathered this much about each of the members:

Jungwon seemed to hold his leader card over all of the members, but ended up listening to half the bad ideas they suggested anyways. Heeseung was the oldest and the ace of the group, but Riki, the youngest, often complained about the title, because it was “a dance group”, and vocals didn’t technically matter. Jake the aussie was just like a golden retriever puppy- you could practically see the tail wagging. Jay was eternally half-annoyed and found every other second to be his new most embarrassing moment. Sunoo was far by the friendliest, and loved talking to you about any subject. And Sunghoon…

Everybody on campus called him the ice prince, and they really weren’t off by that much. You knew that he used to be a professional figure skater, but decided to focus on dance recently, and both of those professions were evident through the grace of his movements.

He wasn’t nice or mean- just… aloof, sort of. Even though he was sitting next to you, it was hard to pay all of your attention when Sunoo, sitting way in the front, had his head turned towards you and was talking endlessly about how a professor had wronged him.

You didn’t try to talk to him, and he didn’t strike up a conversation with you. You enjoyed Sunoo’s bright presence, but… somehow, Sunghoon’s cool and relaxed aura was more comforting to you.

And it definitely wasn’t coming from blooming feelings you had for him- despite what Jungwon constantly teased you for, there was no way these harmless little, ah, emotions meant that you liked Sunghoon. Never mind his unfairly smooth, pale skin, and his unnecessarily sharp jawline. What’s the purpose of the details of his perfectly styled hair, his pretty hands, the tiny mole on the side of his nose? Who would even care about the way his eyes flickered and settled on objects before focusing on them, for which their victim at the moment, was you?

Wait. You? Shit.

You blinked and quickly tried to turn away, blushing as he caught you staring. You murmured some excuse, tripping over the vowels and stumbling on the consonants. You almost didn’t get to catch his bright smile successfully tugged at his lips, amused, slightly bewildered, and might I say, perhaps even pleased, at your actions.

That smile. It was a pity he had stopped smiling as often as he used to when you glanced at him on campus. It completely lit up his face, transforming it from icy beauty to the most endearingly cute expression you had ever seen. It was amazing how much a smile could do to him. You had heard that some people had the most beautiful smiles, but it was heard for you to understand until you saw him.

“Whoa, how come you’re smiling now? We’ve been trying to get you to do that for weeks, Hoon,” Heeseung gaped in the rearview mirror, stunned by the fact that Sunghoon was capable of smiling so easily after parting with skating.

“Oh. Nothing. And I still don’t understand why you guys insist on calling me Hoon. Sunghoon is a perfectly fine name, you know,” Sunghoon’s face quickly became set to his default aloof expression again, much to the disappointment of everyone in the car.

“Seriously, that kid. I’m telling you, it’s puberty,” Jay muttered from the front, making Riki nod in agreement.

“Riki, you’re one to talk. But in any case, the party’s already in full swing. Hurry up,” Heeseung parked the car in the driveway, jumping out of his seat. Sunghoon opened the door for you, getting out first and closing the door after you. You followed him nervously as Heeseung led the way, sharing some information from likely incorrect sources about which people were paired as couples at the party, and which rooms to stay out of- mostly because they were perennially occupied by very(very.) sexually demanding couples.

You took a deep breath as you walked in through the door, ready to down some alcohol that you didn’t particularly want, and to get lost in the midst of this place you were starting to regret coming to.

—

You walked around, vaguely aware of your swaying, uncertain movements. Your head was filled with cotton, your thoughts fuzzy.

How many shots have you had? Two? Three? Five? Ten? They were beginning to blur together. Oh, hey, where was Jungwon? Had he left already? That traitor. You had the faint idea of a phone being in your pocket, but you weren’t entirely sure why you wanted to pick it up.

“Yah, yn. Here, put this on,” A smooth voice sounded from behind you, wrapping a warm and nice-smelling jacket around your shoulders. Was it a tinge of worry you heard in their voice? You must have misheard- nobody here would be concerned about you.

You spun around, coming face to face with possibly the most handsome person you had ever seen. His face seemed familiar to you, but you couldn’t place where you had seen it before. The room wobbled and spun and you tried to place your thoughts, making you stumble forwards as it took a sudden turn.

Strong arms caught you from either side, wrapping tightly around you, a familiar scent engulfing you as the person's arms wrapped around you. Was that... Sunghoon? Didn't he leave earlier with Jake? Ah, you felt so dizzy... if only you could sit down, just for a second...

"Yn, it's Sunghoon. I'm gonna take you home, alright? Tell me if you want to stay," He, now identified clearly as Sunghoon, gently righted your standing position, steadying you on the ground with his firm grip.

You nodded, thinking only of curling up with your blankets, his arms wrapped around your waist, lulling you to sleep with his soothing voice... Wait, no. What were you thinking? Must be the alcohol. You wouldn't be developing feelings for someone this quickly, right? Obviously, you didn't already have them before this moment already... hopefully.

You barely remembered the drive back, only barely recalling Sunghoon's comforting words to you as you drove back, telling you that you would be home soon. However, as nice as home sounded, all your stupid drunken mind could think about was how it felt when he (somewhat?) hugged you as you fell into his arms. It was a cliche, but rightfully so- who wouldn't want to experience that moment?

You dozed off in the car as you neared your shared apartment with Jungwon, so tired that you didn't even register Sunghoon carrying you to the door and gently setting you on your bed when Jungwon answered. Tidbits of quiet conversation floated from the closed kitchen door to your focused ears, though you knew you wouldn't remember it the next morning. You drifted off to sleep yet again, not feeling the hand adjusting some stray hairs from your face as you slept peacefully.

—

You woke up with a pounding headache, stretching as you painfully sat up. See, this was why you didn't drink.

Looking at the alarm clock on the bedside table for the time, you caught sight of a hangover relieving energy drink on the table and a sticky note. Frowning, you picked up the sticky note, and read the message.

In case your memory isn't back yet, I sent you home last night, so don't worry. You can ask won for details, or text me if you're comfortable with it- xxx-xxx-xxxx. - hoon

Ignoring the vertigo and sudden flood of heat to your cheeks, you got up and rushed out of your room, looking for your roommate. Luckily, you didn't have far to go, with him being in your kitchen.

"Won! Why did you abandon me last night? You literally forced the hottest person since ever to send my embarrassing drunk ass home, you idiot!" You punched his arm, albeit lightly- not by choice, but working out was a pain, and not entirely worth the crying bleeding and losing that came with it.

"How is this my fault? You ran off the moment we went inside, and when we were supposed to meet up to leave, nobody could find you. Your favorite lovebird volunteered to stay back for you, so it's actually your fault?" Jungwon rolled his eyes peacefully going back to drinking his coffee and muttering, "Ugh, young love is disgusting."

"Oh. Sorry. Kinda. Wait, why would he volunteer? Even though it's not a bad thing- not really- well, actually-"

"No. Don't go on. You sound like the protagonist of a teenage angst movie about friendship. The boy has literally been idolizing you for a year already, just get together already. No, I'm not supposed to tell you this. Yes, it's true. I'm tired of listening to him talk about your voice. I personally find it annoying, but you do you, I guess. I'm going to practice, yn-ah. See ya later~"

You just gaped at him as he walked off, your brain cells slowly melting into mush, working overtime to process his words. You began entering Sunghoon's number into your phone from the sticky note he wrote for you, dazed and barely functioning.

"I- thought he didn't like being called Hoon?..."

—

"Yn-ah, remember when you were drunk out of your mind?" Sunghoon asked you playfully, laughing at the memory. Your better decision making skills after the fateful event allowed you to keep Sunghoon at your side throughout all parties you attended, refusing drinks for you when you were too much of a wimp to, and checking rooms for absolute pg-quality before letting you go inside.

"Ah, that was bad. At least I stopped being so closed-off after that. And I met you, so it's all worth it," You giggled, letting him play with the strands of your hair and you two sat closely on the ground of the practice room.

"We're in here too, you know... How is it even possible to get this close in a month?" Sunoo side-eyed the two of you disgustedly, not even trying to be subtle as he scooched farther away. He only received you sticking your tongue out at him and Sunghoon's bright smile while looking at you.

"Yeah, kids present." Riki said distractedly, without even looking up from his video game.

"At least he's not moping around like he's still stuck in his emo years now. Although you're still somehow 10 times happier with yn than us, you traitor. You're great, yn, but you can literally do better than this backstabber. " Heeseung fake-glared at Sunghoon, before getting interrupted by a notification from your phone. Sunghoon looked over to check it, as he was closer than you were.

"It's an email from... Seoul University? I thought you said they rejected you already?" Sunghoon's brows furrowed at the email, still annoyed that you hadn't let him reject the school's offer for him to attend when he realized you weren't going.

"Oh, yeah, they did. What’d they send?” You asked, only half-interested in the sudden news. After all, they had rejected you when they were your last hope of going to a good college, and you were past it and happy now. Yes, you would have been out-of-your-mind happy to go, but what happened happened. Better to just let it go, right?

“Hm, let’s see. Miss Yn Ln, we at the Seoul University admissions center would like to extend our deepest apologies, due to a processing error on our part. We have recently been alerted to the fact that your application to our university was declined… Yn!! Oh my god. Here, read it yourself.”

“Apologies?” You murmured confusedly as Sunghoon handed you your phone, sitting up with a sudden burst of adrenaline coursing through your body. It couldn’t be- they wouldn’t admit to such a mistake anyways- had you actually been-?

You quickly scanned the letter, only releasing the huge breath you didn’t even know you were holding when you read their statement that they would be “honored if you would attend” the school. You buried your head into Sunghoon’s chest, overcome with emotion.

You had worked so hard for your goals, too hard really, and had been crushed by the weight of rejection in response. Was it really true that you would finally get to keep living your childhood dream? Even though you already had your greatest happiness right next to you, Sunghoon? Even though you had resolved to stop your completely academically focused lifestyle?

And of course, the love of your life just had to respond to those silent thoughts perfectly.

“Congratulations, yn. You deserve all of it- every single bit and more.”

#park sunghoon #sunghoon x reader #sunghoon fluff #sunghoon #enha fluff #enha #enhypen #enhypen x y/n #enhypen x reader #enhypen scenarios #enha scenarios #sunghoon x y/n #sunghoon imagines #sunghoon fanfic

[dross-the-fish]

Can we get a drabble of a post serum/lucid Larry transformation?

sure! ....

As his bones cracked, thickened and grew, Larry’s stomach roiled. His human skin split and gave way to fur, turning to dust as it peeled from his body. His groans turned to growls as he stretched out once his transformation finished, he sagged in the chair, panting.  

“No signs of aggression yet, can you understand me, Lad?” Edward asked moving in closer, notebook in hand.

Lawrence nodded, tongue lolling from his muzzle. He felt none of the usual bloodlust that came with turning into a wolf, for the first time his mind was clear.

Edward took a moment to examine the inside of his mouth, taking the risk to hold it open with his hand. “Discoloration of the tongue. Thick, viscous saliva That might be a side effect of the serum. Anything else feel different?”

With a low whine Larry shook his head. He felt fine, good even, there was a new strength in his limbs and he could feel his sharpened senses picking up new sounds and smells all around him.

“Hmm, we’ll have to keep an eye on your symptoms. This batch of the serum definitely worked but we want to monitor for side effects.”

Hyde frantically scratched away at his notebook, the sound of the pen hitting the page so hard Larry wondered that it didn’t tear. He tried carefully to rise to his feet, after Hyde unstrapped him. Watson, who had been waiting nearby caught him when he stumbled and he helped ease Larry onto the sofa, taking his pulse and checking his eyes with a pen light.

“His pupils are dilated, his skin is hot to the touch, he’s also got bleeding around his gums but that could be from the human teeth falling out and his wolf teeth coming back in. Hard to say how much of this is normal post-transformation or side effects of the serum,” Watson pulled a frown and handed Larry a bowl of water to lap at. Larry grabbed the bowl with a clawed hand and dove in, splashing water around his muzzle as he drank greedily, suddenly aware of how thirsty he was.

“Mr. Harker is making a pest of himself. He wanted to be here when you turned but Mr. Hyde and I thought perhaps it was best if we let you get settled first. I’ll give your friend this, he’s a good and loyal chap, hasn’t slept a wink and still insisted on seeing you.”

Larry smiled tiredly and gave a low chuff, his ears perking up at Quincey’s name. He gestured at the door to indicate that he wanted Quincey to come in.

Watson nodded and rose to go and open the door. Behind him Hyde carefully scraped the chair of dust from the shed human skin into a tube for study and collected a sample of Larry’s spilled blood.

“What do you think you’ll get from all that?” Watson asked, pausing with his hand on the door knob.

“Well, I won’t know until I get it in the lab and run some tests, now, will I?!” Hyde snapped irritably.

Mustache bristling in indignation it was all Watson could do to bite his tongue at Hyde’s attitude. He’d never get used to it, that brazen rudeness. As long as he lived, he swore he’d never seen someone so antithetical to the image of a proper English gentleman as Edward Hyde. He was, however, an undeniably gifted chemist and Watson had to afford him due respect…however grudging. Allowing himself a single huff he opened the door.

The door had barely cracked an inch before Quincey burst into the room, nearly climbing over Watson to get to Larry.

“Larry! Are you alright? Are you yourself? Did the serum work?” he babbled taking Larry’s lupin head in his hands and running his fingers through the fluff on Larry’s cheeks.

Larry snorted at him and gave his cheek a lick. Though he didn’t like expressing himself with such typically doggish gestures he wasn’t sure how else to indicate to Quincey that all was well.

Tilting his head, he examined his friend curiously. How strange…he marveled at how much smaller Quincey seemed, almost fragile. Larry was so accustomed to being the weaker of the two that he couldn’t resist laying a heavy hand on Quincey’s cheek to compare the size. When he rose to his feet he towered over his friend. He couldn’t deny there was something intriguing in the change. Quince seemed unbothered by the difference and threw his arms around Larry’s furred waist.

Watson’s eyes gave a knowing and affectionate crinkle, the corners of his mustache lifting as he smiled. He nudged Edward. Hyde grumbled and looked up from his samples. When he noticed what Watson was indicating he gave a disgusted scoff, “Much as I hate to break up your precious little moment, I still need to confirm that Mr. Talbot fit to be released for the night, so if you can pry yourself off of him, Mr. Harker, I’ll finish my examination and then the two of you are free bugger off.”

“Tactless,” Watson muttered at him out of the side of his mouth.

“Kiss my arse, they can cuddle on their own time,” Hyde replied, though Watson didn’t miss the lack of his usual spite.

Hyde was brisk in his examination and once he was satisfied, he nodded. Quincey seized Larry’s arm and lead him out into the hallway. Chatting excitedly at him with no more awkwardness than he did when Larry was human and could talk back.

“Shouldn’t surprise me that you’re the sappy type,” Hyde sneered at Watson as he carefully packed his samples and tucked them into his pocket.

“Have you never enjoyed being young and in love, Mr. Hyde?”

Edward stared at him, “Wasn’t love I was looking for when I was young. It was skirt…lots of skirt and the occasional discreet gentleman who didn’t mind some rough fumbling in dark alleys,” he practically purred at the memory.

Watson grimaced, “Must you make everything sound so crude? What of wooing? Of courtship? I daresay that’s the best part of the dance.”

“Oh, come off it! Love-" he spat the word as though it tasted foul on his tongue "-isn’t for the likes of me. Coo over the youngsters tripping all over themselves if you want but I have long since ceased to find it amusing.” As Hyde exited the room and strolled down the corridor, he passed Quincey and Larry. Quincey had his arms around Larry’s neck and was rubbing his cheek against the tuft of fur on Larry’s head, weeping with relief.

To be accepted by your beloved, no matter how monstrous the form you take…. that must be a wonderful feeling, he thought miserably as he shut himself away in his lab, unable to bear the sight.

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[tailsbeth-writes]

Thanks for tagging me @duchessdepolignaca03! So this is my first one of these actually, thanks to timezones it wasn't Wednesday when I got tagged but nonetheless here we go.

So I don't have WIP excerpts right now, I'm a 'gonna write a fic to post straight after' kind of gal (this will change with a long project next year though) so instead I thought I'd post some bits from my fanfic idea dump plus some og fiction WIPs.

-The Prince & He (Working Title - coming 2024)

The Prince & Me AU for Red White & Royal Blue. Alex is at UT and Henry decides to study in America, he tells his family it's to find himself but really it's so he can get away from his overbearing royal responsibilities. (Looking for betas for this btw!)

Potential RWRB fic ideas:

-it's Alex & Bea who have cakegate and after damage control, the queen thinks they should start a courtship... Alex & Henry have other ideas though (want to explore gendered differences, the damage control would be so different with Bea and I think I'd like to make her asexual & explore that within a structure of tradition)

-5+1: times that Alex was clearly being hit on by a dude but was completely oblivious & Henry is obviously the one (🥹)

- Potential song fic - Wasia Project: U Deserve - Nothing But Thieves: Do You Love Me Yet? - Liz Lawrence: I'd Rather

Original Fiction: Decompose

Near future London has been segregated by means of a new medical test, each sector representing a level of productivity. After going through the kitted out MRI machine, twin Harry Thorpe is wrongly moved from his comfortable life in the highly skilled sector where technology rules and excellence is expected, to the unskilled sector which seems stuck in the past but with much more variety.

Between alien customs and new romances with classmates, he discovers his own power hungry mum is trying to bring in the One Child Policy and that is only the beginning of her plans. Harry and a group of rebel social workers and civil servants might be the only thing that can stop her.

This is my first novel, it's young adult sci-fi, focuses on equality, chronic illness & disabilities, diversity, government corruption, found family, rebellion. It's got a diverse cast led by Harry, who is a soft pansexual bookworm with a sweet tooth. I'm currently editing & looking for beta readers for the next draft.

When You Get The Chance

My next book project is still very early days but it's a very queer holiday romance.

Coral 'Corey' Henderson is on holiday in Majorca for 2 weeks, her sister missed the start of the holiday leaving her alone. Enter Alice Ortiz, a member of an Abba tribute act performing at the hotel.

All of Abba Nice Day are queer, Corey is a ginger plus size Scottish lesbian event planner, Alice is a bisexual Geordie (half Spanish) who loves singing but also wants to go to uni to study politics. This book will explore family dynamics, dementia, biphobia, body image, protesting & finding your purpose. I'll do a call out for betas when we get to it!

Congrats if you made it through all this! I'm tagging @cl4r3m0nt @heybuddy-drabbles @candyspandemonium @firenati0n @nontoxic-writes & whoever else wants to do this! Tag me, I'm always looking for writer pals 🥰

(20/12/2023)

#tailsbeth writes #rwrb #rwrb fanfic #firstprince #firstprince fanfic #red white and royal blue #the prince & me au #song fics #original fiction #lgbt writers #queer writer

[whumpy-wyrms]

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Welcome to my whump blog! I’m Jay :) and here is where I’ll post my whump series, writing, art, and more! my g/t blog is @tiny-wyrms :3 !! Read my whumptroduction (whump introduction) for more info about me and my favorite whump tropes and squicks! There will never be any nsfw here.

All my art and writing will be tagged with #my art and #my writing, and my general whump prompts/drabbles will be tagged with #wyrms whumps!

My inbox is always open for questions or anything else! (sometimes I hold onto asks for a while, I’m not ignoring you, I’m most likely just busy or forgot lol). Feel free to ask questions directly to my characters or interact with them too! My DMs are always open, though I get nervous talking to people sometimes so I might not respond right away.

if you make fanart or fanfiction of my ocs i will literally love you (platonically) forever!!! but i only ask three things: nothing sexual, no hate speech, and don’t whitewash. thanks!

My Writing:

🧪 The Last Lab Rat: Dew's relatively average and uneventful life changed when he was kidnapped by a mad scientist named Anton, who planned to use Dew as his new human test subject for experimentation. Dew, who is scared out of his mind, now has to try gaining his captor's trust while he slowly plans his escape, all while enduring experiments that make him not quite human anymore.

Also here’s the TLLR AU masterlist for extra content (vampire Dew, borrower Basil, alien Anton and more!)

🩸Blood Runs Cold: Silas, an eccentric but alluring vampire with a hunger for human flesh and blood, feeds from the corpses that are sent to his morgue. Aspen, a strange but friendly human, dies and wakes up in that cold morgue, alive and well, as if he never died in the first place. Silas, now with access to an infinite source of fresh, delicious blood, decides to keep this immortal human as his bloodbag. But Aspen isn't willing to accept his new life, not without solving the mystery of his death first.

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[divinekangaroo]

While "patiently" waiting for fic updates :) , was wondering what other stories you're working/will be working on? Will you be writing still when you go back to work?

No pressure btw, this is me trying to manage my expectations XD

lol, yeah -> my 8 hours of blissful 'do nothing but write idly' day has dropped to about 2 hrs in the evening. the increasing arc of life resuming. The writing is still ok in these 2hr bursts but getting it to a readable standard is agony. The one benefit is that these 2 hours are probably going to be the same 2 hours I'll have once back at work.

My past fandom experience is that I usually mono-play in a fandom for around 5 years -- but I've never had kids+work+other family commitments when writing before.

I do hope I still have the drive to keep writing once am back at work. I can already feel that anxious itch of pressure, though, and my way of coping with pressure is to aggressively prune everything (friends, family, hobbies, chores, self) that causes the slightest bit of peripheral friction so I can concentrate on the thing that I can't prune (work, money, survival). BUT, this time, I go back to a new area-director role rather than my past project-director role, which should have less crazy deadline pressure/inconsistent hours than most construction work, so I'm just not sure what to expect. It'll be the first time in my life when I actually have a desk job with consistent hours.

Of my current Last Second Ending arc, I really want to finish the Holford fic, the Diana fic, and the Charlie fic (the 'Churchill' vehicle, although I'm so many chapters away from Churchill it's nuts!), which are all the live and incomplete multi-parters-- but as multiparts they are more challenging to do. I have several other ideas/snips scattered through the timeline, but they're fairly short as drabbles, flash-fic or circa 10k standalones, so they will be less heavy to complete and easier to do around work hours -- but they do tempt me now because they're more easy and fun to produce. This timeline's list of ideas has stayed stable for a couple of months now, so at least I know what 'finished' looks like for this arc, even if I don't quite get there.

I do have two firm AUs which itch at me wildly (timeline arcs again). I'm desperate to write the first piece of both as an anchor/test, but keep deferring because I know I'll have to sanity-check my motivation after finishing (or hitting a motivational brick wall with) Last Second Ending.

The 'easy' AU is the 1990s AU which is Tommy x Lizzie, set broadly post S3 and to the end of S4 as an AU S4. It's easy because there's only a few scenes in my head but they're all pretty heavy/hardcore and I can't find an 'in' for framing them yet.

But the second is that weird-arse Dragon Age II fusion AU which is less pairing focused and more family focused, albeit a great deal of pairings and sex within - but it could be a fascinating little monster of a thing, so I'm letting that simmer in back of mind until well after I get back to work to see if there's sufficient motivational drive. It's likely to become a 'what if the PB version of the Real World also had five millennia of Blights, mages, the Fade and Circles as part of Real World history/currency?' idea (alternatively: magic is real but it's pretty fucking ugly what humans do with it).

I also have about five loose BUF-Britain AU list of flashfic sketch ideas, which are generally 'things and scenes that might happen if Mosley was voted into power and took over england', which is primarily Tommy and Alfie.

And I have one solitary sort-of crackfic sort-of-not-crackfic -- S5 from the 'My Property' scene onwards but with the addition of a male chastity device -- which despite the crack premise will actually be really difficult to write compelllingly with the amount of scene checking and chronology I'd need, and accordingly is so low on the list I only think about it in idle moments to amuse myself.

There were a range of other ideas (like a 28 Days Later AU, or a Butcher x Baker AU, or why can I not have these endlessly magnificent threesomes I desperately want to read) but mostly they were isolated 'wouldn't that be cool' scenes without any sustained continuity or theme, so with time limits, they've sort of withered away.

#my writing