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hotchnerobsessed · 1 year

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For Your Eyes Only

Fem!Reader x Hotch | You surprise Aaron with boudoir photos and a new lingerie set for Valentine’s Day.

Warnings: 🤭+🥵 Tons of fluff (because Vday with Aaron would be nothing short of the cutest thing ever!!) Smut [soft smut, thigh riding, fem!receiving oral, hand job, fingering, unprotected sex (please be safe everyone!!) and lots of fluffy aftercare 🥺]

Word Count: 10,012

Series Masterlist / Main Masterlist

Although this started as a stand-alone story, as I was writing it I couldn’t help but envision the same characters and scenarios that I previously wrote about in His Favourite Pair (PT1) / (PT2). [ie. the blush pink lingerie set, the fact that ‘tulip’ was their safe word, her calling him ‘my love’, and him being a big reason for her boost in confidence]. If you so choose to believe that this is a continuation of those stories, I would not be opposed to that 😉

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Late in the afternoon on a Saturday, you and Aaron were walking hand in hand across the tile floor of the mall. With Jack at his Aunt’s for the weekend, you two had decided you wanted to get out of the house for a bit. You hadn’t come here with anything specific in mind, you were okay simply spending time wandering around, just being together.

As countless storefronts passed by, few caught your attention. It wasn’t until the sign for your favourite lingerie shop was in sight that you felt the excitement to browse the racks. With a slight tug on his arm, you spoke through an excited smile, “Ooo, I want to look around in here!”

Looking down at you, he couldn’t help the smile that creased the corners of his eyes; the joy on your face made his heart melt. “Okay,” he nodded, “I’ll wait for you.”

With an exaggerated pout making it’s home on your face, you asked playfully, “you’re not going to come in with me? I just need a new bra.” You laughed softly, “you saw the one I was wearing last week, it’s seen better days.”

As his eyes scanned the storefront, row after row of lacy material clear as day, he finally looked back at you. You’d been together for a little over 2 years now, and he’d seen you in your underwear before. Hell, he’d seen you in much less than that. He’d only hesitated because he didn’t want to intrude on your personal time, if you wanted to do this yourself. But he couldn’t deny how good it felt knowing you were comfortable having him accompany you while you picked something out.

“You’ve got a point there,” he laughed, knowing it was definitely on its last legs, “I can come in if you’d like me to.”

Without a word, the excited giggle that escaped your lips made it clear you were happy with his answer. With your hand still gripping his, you pulled him towards the store, and only let go of his hand once you began flipping through the racks.

Even though you weren’t there for anything special, you couldn’t help but have a look through everything any time you were there. As your fingers trailed along the different fabrics, everything from the flowery lace to the irresistibly smooth silk, you couldn’t help but look up at Aaron every so often. Although he was doing his best to hide it, he looked like a kid in a candy store.

You took note of the way he lingered in front of one item in particular. As your eyes lifted from the rack you were looking through, you saw him hesitate, feet planted firmly in place as he slowly reached out to feel the material. A gorgeous royal blue set, elegant in how minimal the pattern was, hung on the rack beautifully. The thin lace trim along the edges was accentuated by a simple bow between the cups.

He wondered what the bold colour might look like on you. He laughed internally as he thought to himself, “she would look stunning in anything.” As his thumb ran across the soft material, he couldn’t help but imagine it sliding smoothly beneath his palms while you were wearing it. For a split second, his mind slipped even farther into the fantasy, daydreaming about pulling you into his lap, lingerie still in tact, your bodies impossibly close.

He cleared his throat, a sad attempt at ignoring the thoughts that now consumed his mind. Blinking a few times, trying to refocus on reality, he pulled his eyes away from the material. In no time, he was glancing over at you, and he was immediately aware that he’d been caught. The cheeky smile that was plastered across your face made heat rush to his cheeks, before you gleefully looked away.

Unwilling to be apart from you any longer, he made his way through the aisles until he was standing right next to you, his hand slipping effortlessly around your waist. With a slight squeeze of your hip, he asked, “any luck finding something?”

Holding your hand up, you showed him the two you’d found. The same style you always went for, one a simple black, and the other a gorgeous light purple.

“Yep! I think I’m good to go now..” you paused, looking up at him before hinting at the set he’d had his sights on, “unless there’s something you’d like me to add?”

His pupils dilated, he couldn’t deny the urge he felt to say yes. But he knew you didn’t need it. You already had a variety of different styles and colours, which you’d proudly worn for him in the past, every single one of which he loved. Besides, it was you he was attracted to, not some flimsy fabric. Laughing lightly, he shook his head, “no, it’s okay. You get what you need.”

Raising your eyebrows at him, you gave him a second to change his mind, but he didn’t budge. “Okay..”

As you made your way to the register, Aaron was glued to your side, hand still resting on your hip, and you could feel the tension beginning to build. Though you weren’t going home with a new outfit to show off, you were still going home with him, his mind now full of all kinds of wonderful ideas, and you were prepared for whatever was to come.

The second your card was back in your purse, and the cashier was sliding your bag across the counter, he was reaching for your hand. He swiftly made his way out of the store, pulling you along behind him. You couldn’t help but laugh at how urgent his movements were, “Aaron,” you laughed, “slow down, I have short legs remember?”

He was quick to reduce his strides, “sorry, sorry..” he apologized, “I just..” he cleared his throat, “I can’t wait to get you home.” He said those last words as he looked down at you, red hot desire burning in his eyes. Your lips parted as you breathed out heavy, and he couldn’t help but smile at the affect his words had on you.

As you reached the vehicle, you were both quick to climb into your seats, and before you knew it he was whipping out of the parking lot and racing home. The entire drive, he had his arm stretched out, his hand grasping the inside of your thigh, only inches away from where your body was now aching.

If simply seeing that set hanging on the rack had him this wound up, you knew you had to have it.

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After the passion of that night, you’d found it difficult to push the memory of him running his thumb along the material out of your mind. As that tiny moment played over and over, you tried harder each time to ignore the urge you felt to rush back to the store and buy it.

Until an idea finally hit you; you were going to get boudoir photos taken in that set, just for him.

You’d always envied girls who were confident enough to take boudoir photos. The intimacy of sharing your body with someone else had always been something you struggled with, even if it was only to be photographed. But now, knowing Aaron, your sweet, loving, gentle Aaron, was going to be on the receiving end of them, made a thrill run down your spine.

You made a point of stopping at the mall on your way home from work the next day. Walking into the store, you made a bee-line straight for the spot you’d seen it hanging a few days earlier and flipped through until you found your size. Making a quick trip to the change rooms just to be sure, you couldn’t help the excitement that consumed you over how well it fit; it was almost like Aaron had just known it would be perfect for you.

In no time at all, you were back in your vehicle and checking your emails. You’d spent the entire evening before searching for the photographer who’s style you liked best. After settling on one you felt drawn towards, you’d emailed her and was now anxiously awaiting a response. As you refreshed your emails, you were sad to see your inbox free of any new messages, but you knew you needed to be patient. After all, it hadn’t even been 24 hours.

Luckily, it wasn’t long before you heard back from the photographer, and you felt nothing but pure joy as you read through the email. As you took in all the information about what would be included in the session, as well as pricing and final product options, made it all feel so real. In a matter of days, you had a date set, and now all you could do was wait.

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The few weeks between picking a date, and the day finally arriving, were excruciating; you could hardly contain your excitement. And although it was a surprise you knew he was going to love, you hated that you felt like you were keeping something from Aaron. But the day was finally here, and the butterflies in your stomach were alive and well, in the best way possible.

You’d been informed that there was a limit of 5 outfit changes per session. Not one to miss out on the opportunity for variety in your outfits, you packed your bag for the day with 4 sets you already owned that you knew Aaron loved, along with the stunning new one.

As you arrived at the studio, you were in complete awe of just how gorgeous her set up was. The large space was home to three tall windows letting in a breathtaking amount of natural light. A sheer tapestry hung on the main wall, adding a colourful pattern as the backdrop for the set.

The bed was centered on the wall, but angled slightly to add some dimension, with space between the bed frame and the wall so the photographer could capture every angle. Along the back wall was a classy velvet couch, paired with a full length mirror. And to top it all off, there was a gorgeous patterned rug in the middle of the room that you would find out was perfect for showing off that arch in your back flawlessly.

You got along with your photographer immediately, having built a bit of rapport throughout your emails, the two of you really clicked in person. She’d asked ahead of time if there were certain poses you were for or against, as well as certain parts of your body you might want to accentuate or shy away from.

You were honest, making it known that as much as you were more than excited for the confidence boost this was going to bring you, you were doing this for him. It had been a long road to loving the body you were in, and you knew a lot of the progress you’d made was because of Aaron and his constant affirmations and encouragement, and you wanted to focus on that.

You knew how much he loved your hips, his hands seeming to find their way there in almost any circumstance, whether innocent or not. You knew your breasts needed to be a main focus, with the amount of love and care he constantly showered them with. And lastly, he was always drawn to your thighs, with either a gentle hand on your leg, or how frequently he commented on how right it felt when he was buried between them.

The shoot went incredibly well; you felt sexy, and confident, and you quite honestly didn’t want it to end. With every preview you saw of the photos in between poses, you couldn’t contain the joy you felt. If you could go back in time and tell your younger self that you’d be here right now, you would have laughed. Instead, here you were, thrilled that you were giving yourself the chance to express yourself in such an intimate and empowering way.

When the session was over, you sat down with her as the photos all popped up one by one on her computer, and you began the selection process. With so many to choose from, you had to narrow it down to a total of 31 photos (typically to allow for 6 of each outfit, and 1 on the intro page), all of which would be printed in a photo album, one with a sleek black cover where you would have the phrase “for your eyes only” embossed in the center.

The last thing you did before finishing the selection of photos to be included was making one specific request; when the photo album was being designed and printed, you wanted the photos in that new royal blue set to be on the final pages. You wanted those photos to be the very last ones he saw.

As time passed, you found yourself more and more impatient as you waited for your photo album to be complete. It was the end of January when you’d received an email update from your photographer letting you know that it was ready. Picking it up from the studio, you two looked through it just to make sure it was what you wanted, and you couldn’t ignore the excitement that welled in your chest. It was perfect, and you could only imagine how Aaron would react once he had it within his grasp. You thanked her profusely for everything, and left feeling lighter than air.

On the drive home, you tried to come up with a plan for how you were going to give it to him, and that’s when you realized you were only a little over two weeks way from Valentine’s Day. Though it hadn’t been your original intention, and waiting the extra 17 days might just prove to be more difficult than you’d imagined, you decided you were going to wait.

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When February 14th finally rolled around, those same butterflies you’d felt on the day of the photoshoot were back. You two had decided on a romantic walk through the Moongate Garden, and a nice dinner out, before returning home to spend the rest of the evening in. You couldn’t wait to give Aaron his gift, and you eagerly anticipated what was surely to follow.

You’d picked this specific dress for a reason; it was an almost identical match to the colour of the new lingerie set you were wearing underneath. The way the dress hugged your curves in all the right places made your confidence grow, with the v-neck accentuating your breasts flawlessly, and the long sleeves giving it a light and airy feel. Turning around and looking over your shoulder in the mirror, you couldn’t help but smile at how well it followed the curve of your hips; Aaron was going to have a field day.

You slipped into your heels before exiting the bedroom to find him sitting on the edge of the couch, patiently waiting for you to finish getting resdy. As his eyes lifted and connected with yours, his jaw visibly dropped, as he blinked a couple times. Taking in the sight of you in front of him, he stood and immediately made his way towards you, “you’re absolutely stunning, sweetheart.”

You felt heat rise in your cheeks as you reached your hands out to him, “thank you, Aaron. You don’t look too shabby yourself,” you admitted, gently grabbing hold of his tie.

He smiled down at you, before you tugged lightly on his tie, pulling his lips to yours and kissing him tenderly. His hands finding their way to your hips like they always did, he pulled you closer to him, and sighed contentedly against your lips. He broke away from the kiss so he could lean forward and whisper in your ear, “let’s get going, before I change my mind and decide to keep you home all night..”

An excited chill ran through your body and straight to your core, as you tried your best to play it off like you weren’t affected by his words, “always such a tease..” You spoke as your placed a gentle kiss to the corner of his mouth, before letting go of his tie and making your way towards the door.

He eagerly followed, and before you knew it you were walking hand in hand through the stunning garden, just as the sun was setting. The warm orange glow from the sky made everything breathtaking; if you’d asked him, he would have said that included you.

A couple hours later, you were making your way back to your vehicle after enjoying a fantastic dinner at one of your favourite spots. Once you were both settled in your seats, you thanked him for the wonderful evening.

“I should be thanking you,” his voice was soft as he spoke, “you’ve been putting up with me for nearly three years now,” he teased, “I can promise you, I’m the lucky one.”

Although you knew he was teasing in that moment, you also knew there was always that hint of feeling unworthy of love that lingered in the back of his mind. Like at any moment the other shoe would drop and you would leave him, too. But you were quick to put his mind at ease, “Hey.. We’re in this together, remember?” He nodded gently. “I love you, Aaron.”

After that exchange, you knew you couldn’t have picked a more perfect night to give him his gift. You wanted him to know how much you cared for him, how much you trusted him, and how much you desired him. Surely giving him a photo album full of intimate photos, just for him, would do the trick.

He leaned over the centre console of the vehicle and kissed your lips tenderly. “Happy Valentine’s Day, sweetheart.”

Your eyes smiled back at him, “Happy Valentine’s Day, my love.”

Before pulling out of the parking lot, he was reaching into his jacket pocket in search of something. As his hand came into view, you saw him grasping a tiny silver box with a simple red ribbon holding it shut. He was silent as he handed it to you, and you reached out to pick it up gently. You looked up at him and he smiled softly in return, “open it.”

Sliding the ribbon off the side, you pulled back the top of the box and a smile graced your lips as you took in the sight of the gorgeous necklace in your hand. He knew you so damn well. Gold jewelry, minimalistic in style, with the dainty outline of a tulip, your favourite flower, pressed into the metal.

You looked up at him, the love you had for him clear as day in your eyes, “Aaron.. it’s perfect.”

A bashful smile lit up his face, “yeah? You like it?”

Nodding your head, you leaned forward and kissed him gently, “I love it.” You smiled at each other as you placed one last peck against his lips, “thank you.”

There was no hiding the smile on his face, “you’re welcome. I love you, Y/N.”

Your heart fluttered, “I love you, too.” Excitement settled deep in your chest as you spoke once more, “and I have something for you, but it’s at home.” Nodding in response, he put the vehicle in reverse and was soon pulling out of the parking lot.

On the drive home, you’d pulled the necklace out of the box and fastened it in place. Pulling down the visor in front of you, you looked in the mirror and admired how perfect it looked hanging around your neck. With a quick glance to the side, he smiled, clearly agreeing.

Once home, he held your hand as he lead you up the front walkway and through the door. Flipping the lock, he turned to face you and you wordlessly stepped together, connecting your lips immediately. It wasn’t long before he was leading you towards the couch, not wanting to be without you on top of him any longer.

As he turned his back to the couch, getting ready to fall back and pull you into his lap, you paused. Pulling your lips away from his, you looked him in the eyes as you rested your palms against his chest and playfully pushed him backwards. Once his back was flush against the couch, and you were standing in front of him, you slowly leaned forward and whispered in his ear, “wait here.”

He exhaled hard as he watched you walk away. You glanced over your shoulder, teasingly making sure he was still sitting there, and he had to pull his eyes away from the way your hips swayed effortlessly in that dress to meet your line of sight. A cheeky smile spread like wildfire across his face when he realized he’d been caught.

Digging to the back of the closet where you’d hidden the photo album, you grabbed hold of it and swiftly made your way back out to the living room. He could tell you were holding something behind your back, and he raised an eyebrow at you in question.

Sitting on the couch next to him, the album still hidden, you did your best to explain what your intentions were, and how much it meant to you, before simply handing it over. “So.. this is something I’ve always wanted to do..” you trailed off, and he listened intently, an encouraging smile on his face, “but it took a long time for me to get to the point where I was comfortable and confident enough to do it.”

Although he wasn’t sure exactly what you were talking about just yet, he continued to listen, reaching out and placing an encouraging hand on your knee. “So, as much as this is a gift for you, it’s also a thank you. For helping me grow into my skin, and for loving me the way you do. You say you’re the lucky one, but it’s not lost on me how thankful I am to have you either.” The way his face lit up at your words made your heart swell.

Bringing his hand up to the side of your face, he leaned close and kissed your forehead gently, “I love you so much, my sweet girl.”

The soft smile on your face soon transformed into a giddy one, and the butterflies in your stomach made themselves known once again. “Okay..” you breathed out, “this is for you..”

Your whole body shook excitedly as you brought it out from behind your back, his eyes following your hands intently as you placed it in his lap. As he read the four words written on the front in gold script, “for your eyes only”, he ran his fingers across the letters as he slowly looked up at you.

Repeating his sentiment from earlier, you simply said, “open it,” as a soft smile pulled at the corner of your lips.

Glancing back down at the album in his hands, he pulled open the cover and was greeted with a stunning close up of you from the shoulders up, but it was still clear what you were wearing. Your eyes were closed and your head was tilted to the side slightly, with one hand grasping one of the straps and pulling it off your shoulder. A simple handwritten note underneath read:

“For Aaron: my joy, my heart, my world.”

Blinking a few times, he looked back up at you and you could see the realization on his face. The love he had for you was radiating from the smile that crinkled his eyes, before he pulled his gaze away from you, focusing back on the pages in front of him. The nerves that had settled deep in the pit of your stomach slowly dissipated once he flipped the page and let out an airy breath.

The spread on the first two pages was a collage of which outfits were to come, all close up shots of the details of each set; all of them except the royal blue one that is. As his eyes trailed across the page, if it wasn’t already clear they were photos of you, there was no denying it now, as he immediately recognized the different pieces you’d worn for him in the past. Reaching his hand out, he gently trailed his fingertips along the page, taking in each photo, one after the other.

The first photo was of a flawless white set, floral lace covering the surface and adding small pops of colour throughout. It was the first set you’d ever worn for him, on your first anniversary.

The second photo was of a sexy red set, tiny hearts scattered across it, the sheer material making your nipples visible. You’d worn it for Valentine’s Day the year before.

The third photo was of a gorgeous blush pink set, and one of his favourites, the lace making you look absolutely divine. This set was always a go-to for both of you, especially after a certain instance when you’d snuck the panties into his suitcase.

The fourth and final photo was of a stunning burgundy set, one that had added straps across the top of both of your breasts, accentuation their curves. He’d bought this one for you as a Christmas gift your second year together.

You watched his face intently as he took it all in; the way his lips parted slightly, and his eyes lingered on each photo, made pride well in your chest. He finally looked back up at you, and you could see the desire beginning to burn behind the love and care in his eyes. Leaning towards you, he reached his hand up to capture the back of your neck, before pulling your lips to his passionately.

Almost unable to contain yourself, you leaned into it and cupped his face with both of your hands, as your tongues danced with each other momentarily. You finally pulled back, both of you near breathless, and you rested your forehead against his.

“Fuck, I love you..” he whispered.

You let out an airy laugh, “I love you, too..” You kissed his lips once more before stating, “keep looking..”

There was no hiding the eagerness in his eyes now, but he pushed it aside for the time being, knowing both of you wanted him to finish looking through the entire album. Little did he know, he was in for quite the surprise, and you couldn’t wait.

As he flipped through the pages, image after image of you showing yourself off for him seared themselves into his mind. One particular photo he hesitated on was one of you kneeling in front of the mirror. Facing the camera, with your back to the mirror, it gave him the perfect view of all of you. The way your hair fell to the side when you tilted your head, with your fingers in your hair. The way your thighs looked, spread ever so slightly, inviting him in. And the way your ass rested gently on your heels, looking all too perfect for his hands to grasp.

After that one, he needed to take a second to gather himself. There were still a few pages to go, and he was already turned on beyond belief. He cleared his throat and swallowed hard, before breathing deep and looking up at you. “You are so gorgeous, my girl. I can’t believe I get you all to myself.”

You blinked slowly a couple times, the way his dominant and possessive side flickered in his tone made heat pool between your legs. You leaned forward to kiss his lips tenderly, “I’m yours. All yours.”

Your words made it next to impossible for him to continue, wanting nothing more than to toss the album aside and start undressing you right then and there. But he didn’t. With his jaw clenched, he turned back to the album in front of him, before taking a deep breath and slowly letting it out.

Finally turning the page once more, there they were, the stunning photos of you in that royal blue set scattered the pages in full colour. With your eyes locked on him, you felt your body exhale at the way his jaw dropped, and his eyes widened, “is this.. that’s the same..” He was having a hard time articulating the emotions running through his mind. It was the same set he’d been dreaming of for months, he knew it.

Lifting his head, he eagerly looked at you in search of reassurance of what he knew was true. You nodded enthusiastically, and before you could speak, his lips were crashing into yours again. Giggling through the kiss, you reluctantly pulled away and confessed, “I went back the next day.. I couldn’t resist.”

His eyes scanned your face longingly; he was in complete disbelief over the fact that the amount of love he felt for you was able fit inside his chest at once. He didn’t know what he’d done in his life to deserve to have you by his side, but here you were, and you were his entire world.

At a complete loss for words, he simply turned his focus back to the photos in his hands. It was the way your breasts fit perfectly inside the cups, and the way the cheeky cut of the underwear made your ass look divine. He couldn’t stop staring. He was slow to turn the page, as more photos filled his mind, doing nothing but making him fall even deeper in love with you.

You’d done all of this for him. He could hardly believe it. You two had been intimate together countless times before, so seeing you like this was nothing new. And yet somehow, this was completely different. This was more permanent, he’d have it forever. It was something he would be able to turn to when you weren’t there. It would be a reminder of the love you had for him. Not to mention the fact that you’d gone to the effort of putting yourself out there in a way you never thought you could before, just to prove to him that he was worthy of love. Maybe he was doing something right after all.

The last two pages had a single photo on each, both taking up the entire page. The first was one of you in the middle of the floor on that gorgeous rug, with your knees bent and toes pointed, your back arching off the floor, and your hair shining flawlessly in the light. The second was a shot of you in the centre of the bed, lying on your stomach, arms stretched above your head with your ass in the air slightly, your hair the perfect amount of tousled as it fell to the side.

With another deep breath out, he closed the back cover of the album and carefully set it on the coffee table in front of him. Looking over at you, he spoke breathlessly, “come here..” In no time at all, he was reaching out to you, hands finding their way to your hips as he pulled you into his lap, finally. Kissing you passionately, a soft giggle of yours made him smile against your lips, before you both wrapped your arms around each other and held on tight.

You whispered against his neck, “so.. do you like it?”

Pulling back from your embrace slightly, his arms still around your waist and your hands now on his shoulders, he confessed, “do I..” he trailed off, taking a moment to gather his thoughts, “sweetheart.. I love it. And I love you.” With one hand now resting on the side of your face, he ran his thumb across your cheek lovingly. “It’s an incredibly generous gift. You did all of that, for me?” he breathed out hot, “I just.. I have no words.. I don’t know how I could ever thank you enough.”

As you listened to his words, your heart swelled, and you couldn’t help the flustered smile that made its home on your face. Leaning forward, you kissed him once more before looking him in the eyes and admitting cheekily, “well.. I can think of a few things..”

He didn’t need to be asked twice, as he smiled wide at your implication, before connecting his lips to yours once more. With both of his hands back on your hips, he pulled you even father into his lap, as your lips parted to allow his eager tongue to slip past. He kissed you deep, and slow, with your fingers carding through his hair, you tugged ever so gently, causing him to moan against your lips.

He was still urgent in his movements, still desperate to have you, but things had taken an unexpected turn. Something about the vulnerability of you putting yourself out there like that, just for him, had turned the evening on it’s axis. What you both thought was going to be a night full of hungry, rough, and heated sex, had quickly turned into what you now both understood was going to be a night of making tender, deep, and passionate love with each other.

Regardless of how things progressed, one thing was always true, and that was the care he put into making sure you were more than satisfied by the end of the evening. And tonight would be no different.

You felt his hands slowly move from your hips to slide along your thighs. Once he reached the hem of your dress, he began pushing the material back, exposing you to him. As one hand slid even farther under your dress, he applied gentle pressure with his thumb, caressing your core through the thin fabric of your underwear. The second his thumb made contact with the material, he knew exactly what you were wearing.

Halting his movements, he pulled his lips away from yours to look you in the eyes, his pupils blown wide. “You’re wearing the blue one, aren’t you?” You nodded lightly, your breathing laboured. He swallowed deep, “you’ve been wearing it all night?”

You nodded again, “oops.. did I forget to tell you that part?” you teased.

The way his eyes darkened made heat pool between your legs, “fuck sweetheart.. show me..”

He helped you up, and once you were standing in front of him, you leaned forward and gently grabbed hold of his tie. “Okay.. but you first..”

He didn’t hesitate, tugging on the knot and pulling the fabric from around his neck before tossing it aside, making you both laugh. Kneeling in front of him, you started working on his belt while he pulled his suit jacket off and undid the buttons on his shirt. In no time at all, he was stripped down to nothing but his boxers, his already hard length making itself know.

Before standing again, you leaned forward and trailed kisses across his chest, and down his stomach, before placing one final kiss against him through the fabric of his boxers. You smiled at the moan that escaped his lips as you did, causing your walls to clench around nothing.

Knowing the new lingerie would mean he’d want you to undress for him, you’d planned for it. You wanted to make it easy for yourself by picking something that not only matched the lingerie set, but was stretchy enough that it would come off easily. Once you were standing, you carefully pulled the sleeves down one at a time, slipping your arms out the top.

You effortlessly hooked your thumbs in the now crumpled material, pulling it down past your breasts, and past your waist, before finally dropping it to the floor. With the lingerie set now on full display for him, accentuated beautifully by the dainty gold necklace still hanging around your neck, he was nearly speechless once again. “You.. sweetheart, you’re..” he mumbled, “fuck, you’re so gorgeous..”

Smiling at his flustered confession, you moved forward in an attempt to rest your weight in his lap once more. As you did, he spread his legs slightly, and guided one of his knees between yours. It didn’t take long for you to figure out why he’d done what he had, as your already soaking core made contact with his thigh.

With his hands immediately finding their way to your hips, he encouraged you to begin rocking back and forth, dragging your still clothed core along the muscles in his thigh. The feeling was already so good, as you tipped your head back, your hair falling behind your shoulders, giving him a direct view of the stunning colour that clothed your body.

He gently ran his palms up your sides, before bringing them to the front of your body, cupping your breasts in his large hands. As he ran his thumbs across the material, you both knew this was exactly what he’d imagined in the store that day. You on top of him, using him to make yourself feel good, as he trailed his palms along the material; the thought made heat rush through your veins.

With your hands planted firmly on his chest, keeping yourself steady, your body got used to the familiar contact in no time, and you desperately needed more. The moan that escaped your lips told him as much, so his hands were back on your hips in an instant, gripping your soft flesh with his fingertips, and helping you move faster.

“Does that feel good, sweetheart? he asked, already knowing the answer but wanting to hear you say it anyway. When you simply nodded your head in response, he prompted you again, “Yeah?”

Your heart was racing, “yes..” you admitted between deep breaths, “Aaron, it feels so good.”

With your climax quickly approaching, he could feel the tension building with how uneven your movements had become, “are you going to cum for me?” Again, you could only nod in response, your breathing getting more and more ragged by the second; the feeling was almost too much. “Good, that’s my good girl. You’re doing so well, sweetheart,” he encouraged, “fuck, you look so good like this.”

Bringing your hands up to the side of his face, you pulled his lips to yours and kissed him deeply. He was quick to respond, kissing you back with just as much passion, all while his hands still had a firm grasp on your hips. As you got closer and closer to the edge, you felt the muscles in his thigh tense, and you knew he was doing it on purpose.

Separating your lips from his, you rested your forehead against his. “Ohhh..” you moaned, “Aaron, I’m close.. I’m so close..”

With a huge grin on his face, he kept a firm grasp on your hips, “yeah, that’s it, cum for me sweet girl..”

The praise that fell of his lips was all you needed, as your body crested the wave. With your body shaking, and hips stuttering, you felt relief consume your mind as he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into his chest. You gently wrapped your arms around his shoulders with what little energy you had left in you, and nuzzled your head into his neck.

Your heavy breathing began to slow as he gently ran his fingers through your hair and whispered in your ear, “shhh, shhh, there you go. I love you so much, sweetheart. Yeah, just breathe.”

Once you’d caught your breath again, you laughed softly against his neck, “shit.. that was so good.”

He laughed right along with you, “yeah? You liked that, huh?” You hummed in agreement, before nuzzling your body even closer to his.

With his arms still holding you close, his palms exploring your soft skin, he trailed his fingers along the back of your bra, revelling in the way the smooth material complimented your skin so flawlessly.

It wasn’t long before your hips started moving along his thigh once again, and he couldn’t help but chuckle, “does my girl want more already?”

Sighing heavily, your body still impossibly close to his, you admitted, “yes, more, please..”

With a huge smile on his face, he encouraged you to lift your weight off his lap so you could readjust, “lay back sweetheart, let me take care of you..”

Exhaling deep at his words, you didn’t hesitate, allowing him to help you lay back, your shoulders resting on the arm of the couch. It was a tight squeeze with both of you laying on the couch, but you’d made it work so many times before that it was like second nature for both of you. The way you spread your legs wide for him, and the way he nuzzled himself between your thighs, right where he always loved to be.

Gazing down at him, eyelids still heavy under the weight of your first release, you watched as he gently ran his fingers along the outside of the fabric covering your soft lips. “You’re so wet, sweetheart, we’ve ruined these already..” he spoke through a smirk, before he leaned forward and kissed you gently through the material.

He took his time, getting you riled you up ever so slowly with soft kisses against the outside of your panties, before finally pulling the now soaking fabric to the side and eagerly attaching his lips to your body. The moan that graced your lips was music to his ears, and in no time at all, he felt the familiar tugging of your hands in his hair. Allowing your head to drop back, you did your best to relax and enjoy the pleasure he was offering. With long, firm swipes of his tongue through your folds, he took his time devouring you.

With one arm wrapped around your hip, his hand lying flat against your stomach holding you in place, he continued with the calculated motions of his tongue against your body. But it wasn’t long until the familiar feeling of him lining his fingers up with your entrance consumed your mind. And before you knew it, he was slowly guiding two fingers between your tight walls, his name blissfully falling off your lips.

With a slight curling motion, he gently ran the pads of his fingers against that spongey spot inside you, over and over and over. All the while, his tongue was still dancing effortlessly against your swollen clit.

“Oh fuck.. yeah, right there..” you could feel the smile that spread across his face at your pleas, “Aaron.. don’t stop, oh please don’t stop.”

In a matter of seconds, he felt your walls clenching around his fingers, as your grasp on his hair tightened. Slowing his movements ever so slightly, he drew your pleasure out of you as long as you would allow, until he felt your slight nudge on his head telling him that was enough.

As you desperately tried to regain your composure, your chest heaving, he trailed soft kisses along the inside of your thighs in between words of praise. “That’s my girl..” a tender kiss on the inside of your knee, “so sexy when you’re cumming for me..” another gentle kiss farther up your thigh, “so beautiful, sweetheart.”

Resting his cheek against the inside of your thigh, he slowly brought his fingers back up and gently ran them through your folds, smiling wide at the way your body shuddered at the overstimulation. As a gentle laugh escaped your lips at the feeling, you finally lifted your head and looked down at him. As your eyes met, you couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face as he placed another gentle kiss against the inside of your thigh.

Repeating his sentiment from earlier, you reach your arms out to him and whispered, “come here..”

Without hesitation, he carefully pulled your hips farther down the couch so you’re shoulders were flat against the cushions, causing you to giggle lightly. With his body now caging you in from above, you wasted no time in wrapping your legs around his waist, with your hands on either side of his face, pulling his lips to yours. You could taste your own release on his tongue, and it made heat rush through your veins, as you hummed against his lips.

“Aaron..” you mumbled, “I want to feel you..”

“Okay..” he mumbled just as you had, “here?” inquiring if you wanted to get more comfortable in the bedroom.

Nodding softly, you admitted, “right here. I just want you..”

He couldn’t help the smile that tugged at the corners of his mouth, “okay.” Placing a gentle kiss to your forehead, he swiftly leaned back and removed his boxers, tossing them to the side.

Hovering over you again, he gently caressed the side of your face with one hand, while carefully lining himself up with the other. Gazing into your eyes, he asked softly, “you ready, sweetheart?” You nodded, your soft hum of agreement gripping his chest in the best way.

With that, he was gently pushing his hips closer to yours, his length stretching you inch by inch. As your lips parted, a soft sigh escaping, he dropped his head beside yours and you felt your body exhale at the way he groaned in your ear.

He started slow, pulling out of you gently before pushing back into you, and you could have sworn you’d never felt him this deep before. The way his hands instinctively found their way into your hair, the way his breath on your neck made you shiver, and the way his body rubbed blissfully against your clit, had your body tightening around him.

With your legs still around his waist, pulling him closer with every thrust, you held him tight with your arms around his shoulders, your nails trailing along his skin. “Oh Aaron, ohhhh fuck..” you were breathless again, “you’re so deep.. I love you so much..”

With another quiet moan in your ear, he trailed kisses along your neck, “I love you too, my girl..” His lips captured yours once more, and he swallowed the sounds you made as he began moving faster. With every drag of his length out of your walls, and every passionate thrust forward, you felt yourself getting closer and closer to another climax.

With one more gentle nudge of your body with his, you felt ecstasy wash over you. “Yeahhh, there you go..” he whispered against your neck, “that’s my good girl.. fuck you feel so good..” Your breathing was laboured, as your grasp on his body tightened, holding him impossibly close.

As you slowly began to catch your breath again, he trailed gentle kisses along your neck, and your jaw, before capturing your lips with his once more. And once you felt like you’d recovered enough, you spoke excitedly, “okay, now it’s my turn..” as you encouraged him to sit up.

Once he was sitting, his back against the couch, you straddled his lap, and immediately his hands were on your hips. With your panties still pulled to the side, you reached behind your back and undid the clasp on your bra. You took pleasure in watching the way his eyes were glued to your chest as you pulled the material off your body and tossed it aside.

With his hands reaching up to cup your breasts, he gently twirled your nipples between his fingers, causing your back to arch instinctually. Unable to resist any longer, you reached down between your bodies and lined him up with your core once again, before sinking down on his length.

Repeating your motions from earlier, his hands gravitated towards your hips yet again, as you began rocking back and forth. Desperately wanting to hold him close, you leaned your chest against his and wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders.

The quicker you moved, the closer he got to the edge, and through gritted teeth he confessed, “I’m so close.. sweetheart I’m going to cum..”

With one final rock of your hips, you lifted your body off his and immediately reached down to grasp him in your hand. Resting your forehead against his, you spoke softly, “yeah? Go ahead.. cum for me my love..”

With your soft fingers wrapped around him, moving up and down sensually, it wasn’t long before his body was reaching its high. With a deep moan rumbling in his chest, his hips stuttered and you smiled at the soft grunts that escaped his lips. With his hands still grasping your hips, fingertips digging into your skin, his hips bucked instinctually a couple times as he spilled his release across his abdomen. You continued with your motions until you felt the tell-tale shiver of it being too much run through his body.

He dropped his head back against the couch, a deep sigh consuming his chest, as you leaned forward and placed tender kisses along his jaw. He took a moment to simply enjoy the bliss that clouded his mind, before kissing your lips tenderly.

Once his heart rate began to slow, and he could finally catch his breath again, he stated quietly, “you didn’t.. I’m, I’m sorry.. I couldn’t last long enough for you to have another..”

Shaking your head in response, you laughed gently, “oh, no Aaron, it’s okay..” it was your turn to place a loving kiss against his forehead, “you’ve already given me my fair share..”

He objected once again, “no, you can give me one more, I know you can..” He was quick to slide one of his hands over your thigh and between your legs. You felt heat rise in your cheeks at his persistence, so you didn’t try to stop him, as his fingers found their way along your folds yet again. The soft moan you let out at the contact only urged him on.

With your hands planted firmly on his chest again, and your eyes connected with his, you lifted your hips a little father, just as he slipped two fingers inside you. The sounds that left your lips drove him wild, as he began with those same curling motions deep within you, his thumb strategically placed on you clit.

It didn’t take much for him to get you going again, and the smile on his face made your heart flutter. “I can feel you, sweetheart.. you’re close again aren’t you?”

A soft, “mhm..” was all you could get out, as your eyelids slowly closed, giving into the pleasure.

You leaned forward and rested your forehead against his, as he kept up with those same glorious motions between your legs. Before you knew it, you felt that same euphoria reach its peak. As your fourth orgasm of the night ripped through your body, it took everything in you not to completely collapse on top of him. Your legs shook, and your breath caught in your throat, but he didn’t stop, wanting to draw it out as long as possible.

Sliding your hands up, you gripped his shoulders tight as pleasure consumed you. When it finally reached the point of too much, you breathed out his name, “Aaron..” and he swiftly pulled his fingers out.

Collapsing into his lap, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him close, sighing heavily. He laughed breathlessly against your chest, his arms circling your waist and holding you close. You both sat there for what felt like an eternity, his palms running along your back comfortingly, as you placed lazy kisses against his neck.

Breaking the silence, he whispered, “Happy Valentine’s Day, sweetheart.”

Trailing your kisses along his jaw, you captured his lips with yours tenderly, “Happy Valentine’s Day, my love.”

With another gentle kiss against your lips, he leaned back to look in your eyes, one hand coming up to rest on the side of your face, “let’s get cleaned up.”

You laughed softly, “okay.”

Standing from the couch, he made sure to hold your hands tight, knowing your legs would be a little unsteady in the aftermath of everything you’d just experienced. Once he was standing, he gently encouraged you to lead the way with a nod of his head. Still holding one hand in yours, he trailed close behind you as you made your way to your ensuite bathroom.

You quickly threw your hair into a messy bun, before starting the bath, checking to make sure the water was warm enough, and adding some of your favourite bubble bath. As you turned back to face him, he crouched down in front of you and slowly pulled the panties that you were still wearing down your legs, discarding them in the sink to be washed by hand later.

Grabbing a small wash cloth, he held it under the running water before kneeling in front of you once more. He gently grasped your ankles one at a time, and lifted them to rest your foot on his thigh. Each time, he guided the warm cloth up the inside of your leg, before focusing on your thigh. Finally, he very carefully ran the warmth along your folds, two, three, four times, just to make sure you were comfortable.

Placing a gentle kiss against your knee, he finally set your foot back down before standing. He used the wash cloth to clean his own thighs, before finally wiping his release off his stomach, and tossing the cloth in the sink as well.

Facing each other once again, you reached your arms out to him, and he smiled softly, pulling you into his embrace and holding you tight. He kissed the top of your head, and whispered against your hair, “thank you for the gift, sweetheart. Thank you for trusting me, and thank you for allowing me to love you.”

Looking up at him, you stood on your tiptoes and kissed his lips tenderly, wrapping your arms even tighter around him. “Anything for you, Aaron.”

With a gentle kiss to your forehead, he finally released you from his grasp, before leaning down to shut the water off. With one hand holding yours, he kept you steady while you stepped over the side of the bath and settled under the bubbles. Sliding back, you made room for him in front of you, and in no time he was lowering himself into the water facing you.

Another tight squeeze, but it was something else you’d done countless times before and was now second nature. Sliding your legs alongside each other, you both leaned back against opposite ends. With your elbow resting on the side of the bath, you leaned your head against your hand and stared at him lovingly.

The soft smile that graced your lips caused a flustered grin to spread across his face, “what are you thinking about?”

Your smile grew as you admitted, “how happy you make me.”

The love he felt for you in that moment completely took his breath away. With a sharp exhale, his eyes trailed from the messy bun top of your head, down to your lips, along your arm that was resting on the side of the bath, and finally to the gold necklace still hanging around your neck.

When he finally looked back up at you, you simply gazed into each other’s eyes as he attempted to gather his thoughts. He opened his mouth to speak, but was ultimately unable to; he found himself utterly speechless. All he wanted to do was hold you.

He carefully readjusted so his legs were on either side of your hips, and guided your feet over his thighs, pulling you close as you settled your legs around his waist. With your bodies tangled together once more, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, as one of his hands rested on your lower back, the other gently cupping the side of your face. His thumb ran back and forth across your cheek, as he placed a kiss to your forehead, then on the tip of your nose, before finally capturing your lips with his.

Pulling back slightly, he gazed into your eyes longingly and whispered, “I love you so much. I can’t imagine life without you by my side.”

Your eyes smiled back at him, and you kissed him gently before responding, “I guess that makes two of us.”

He laughed softly at your words, pulling you even closer and resting his forehead against yours.

It wasn’t long before you were both readjusting once more, so your back was leaning against his chest, his arms wrapped tight around your shoulders. As he nuzzled his head beside yours, you both stayed there for quite a while, on the verge of falling asleep, until he gently nudged you. The bubbles were long gone, and you had to admit the water was definitely starting to get cold.

Once you were both out of the bath and dried off, you followed him out to your bedroom where you slid on a pair of underwear and he pulled on some boxers and a t-shirt. In no time, he was grabbing one of those quarter zip sweaters he knew you loved so much and turning to you. “Here you go, sweetheart,” he spoke quietly as he helped you slide the soft material over your head.

In the warm glow of the bedside lamp, his heart swelled at how exquisite you looked; he couldn’t wait to curl up in bed and fall asleep with you in his arms.

The way he looked at you wasn’t lost on you, and you asked sheepishly, “what?”

He blinked slowly, nothing but love radiating from the warm smile on his face. Closing the gap between you, he gently lifted your chin so your attention was on him, as he gazed into your eyes longingly. “Oh it’s nothing really..” he teased softly, “it’s just, I love you is all..”

You felt your chest tighten, and you breathed deep as your body attempted to process the joy that consumed you. There was something about this moment, something about the love you’d just shared, and the vulnerability of the evening, that had you falling even deeper in love with him.

Standing on your tiptoes, you connected your lips with his tenderly, wrapping your arms around his waist and holding him close. When you finally pulled away, you lingered, brushing your nose against his playfully, “I love you, too..”

You could hear the smile that spread across his face, as he let out a soft laugh, cupping your face in his hands. Placing a gentle kiss against your forehead, he spoke once more, “come on, let’s get some sleep.”

With his hand on your lower back, he lead you over to the bed before pulling back the covers for you. In no time he was shutting the lamp off and climbing in beside you, rolling onto his side and reaching his hands out to you. You didn’t hesitate, tucking your arms into your chest like you always did, and allowed his strong arms to encompass your body. As he held you tight against his chest, you nuzzled your head under his chin and tangled your feet with his.

Your eyes slowly closed, and it wasn’t long before you were drifting off to sleep. The way your body relaxed in his grasp, and the way your chest rose and fell a bit heavier than it had minutes earlier, were telltale signs that you were fast asleep.

He placed a tender kiss on the top of your head, and although you couldn’t hear him, he whispered against your hair, “I’m going to marry you one day..” before closing his eyes and succumbing to his own weariness.

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Tag List: @ssamorganhotchner ; @ccristata ; @anlin2058 ; @sannunah28 ; @hotchgirlsummer ; @mesnyder ; @red-red-rogue ; @chibsytelford

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fairy-writes · 5 months

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1300 Follower Event!

Hello! I recently reached 1300 followers and am literally, like… lowkey crying?

I know I say this every time. But I seriously cannot imagine myself ever having gotten this far. I can’t imagine anyone actually enjoying what I write, much less wanting to follow my silly little writing blog.

But for this event! I’m hosting a cafe! Just like I did way back when! Basically, you guys order a drink, and I’ll write either headcanons, drabbles, scenarios, or one-shots!

The event will be open for two weeks starting today! It’ll be available from Monday, November 27th, 2023 to Monday, December 11th, 2023!

ALL ORDERS ARE UNDER #fairy1300followers

Rules are:

All orders are written as character x reader!

Everything is gender neutral reader unless specifically stated otherwise (ex: you request a female reader)

TWO ORDERS PER PERSON

Please send them in separately so I can keep track of everything!

You don’t have to choose an add-on special. Those are just if you want to have some extra fun!

Any orders that do not follow the rules will be deleted.

I will write for the following people:

Arcane: League of Legends: Viktor, Silco, Jayce Talis, Vi, Vander, Caitlyn Kiramman, Mel Medarda

Bungou Stray Dogs: Nakajima Atsushi, Nakahara Chuuya, Dazai Osamu, Kunikida Doppo, Fukuzawa Yukichi, Saigiku Jouno, Suehiro Tecchou

The Case Study of Vanitas: Vanitas, Noé Archiviste, Roland Fortis, Dominique de Sade

Demon Slayer: All the Hashira (except for Muichiro), Akaza, Kokushibo, Douma, Kamado Tanjiro (aged up), Agatsuma Zenitsu (aged up), Hashibira Inosuke (aged up)

Doctor Who: The Doctor (9th, 10th, 11th, 12th), Jack Harkness, River Song

Fullmetal Alchemist: Roy Mustang, Greed (not Greedling), Riza Hawkeye, Jean Havoc, Envy, Alex Louis Armstrong, Olivier Armstrong, Edward Elric (post-FMAB), Alphonse Elric (post-FMAB), Ling Yao (post-FMAB)

Grimm (NBC): Nick Burkhardt, Hank Griffin, Sean Renard, Drew Wu, Monroe

Jujutsu Kaisen: Gojo Satoru, Fushiguro Toji, Geto Suguru, Nanami Kento, Itadori Yuuji (aged up), Fushiguro Megumi (aged up)

Moriarty the Patriot: William James Moriarty, Albert James Moriarty, Louis James Moriarty, Sherlock Holmes, Mycroft Holmes, Fred Porlock, Sebastian Moran, James Bonde

Tokyo Ghoul: Uta, Kaneki Ken, Kirishima Touka, Kirishima Ayato (re: age), Nishio Nishiki, Tsukiyama Shuu

Sizes:

Large: Imagine (500-750 Words)

Medium: Scenario (350-500 Words)

Small: Drabble (250-350 Words)

Extra-Small: Headcanons (new headcanon style with a short blurb at the end)

Drinks:

Latte: Fluff

Black Coffee: Whump (physical pain)

Espresso: Angst (emotional pain)

Cappuccino: Hurt/Comfort

Mocha: Paranormal (idk what this entails, but I’ll figure it out, lol)

Americano: Platonic Relationships

Smoothie: My choice! Just send in a character and a size!

Add-On Specials:

With Spice: Victorian Era AU

With Sugar: Pirate AU

With Cream: Domestic AU

With Ice: Soulmate AU

Extra Hot: Fantasy AU

Example Order: Hello! Can I please get a large latte with spice with Tanjiro from Demon Slayer?

Translation: Hello! Can I get a fluffy Victorian AU imagine with Tanjiro from Demon Slayer?

Example Order: Can I please order a medium black coffee with Kaneki Ken from Tokyo Ghoul?

Translation: Can I please get a whump scenario with Kaneki Ken from Tokyo Ghoul?

#fairy1300followers #fairy talks #follower event

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jessaerys · 9 months

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SED CONTRA: i am not opposed to the idea of two people being linked by some intangible metaphysical force. i dislike when it is 1. irrefutable beyond shadow of doubt and 2. established within worldbuilding parameters that fundamentally change the material conditions of their reality into an alt. history scenario

imo the appeal of soulmate aus has the resemblance of watered down bloodties without the taboo of incest: what if there are people out there that culture determines will always be a part of you, that you cannot escape regardless of whether you chose them or not, that will always have this weight within your life that is both material and a social construct, that ARE like you, that know you with a kind of predetermined intimacy because they saw you grow up OR because their blood IS your blood and therefore you share an unchangeable and intangible and very viscerally real likeness OR both. this can be both a source of comfort (fluffy soulmates; the fantasy of someone made for you) or anguish (claustrophobic soulmates; the horror of someone made for you)

incestuous relationships are an interesting form of soulmateism because it goes against social norms while simultaneously embodying the platonic ideal of merging together: the cognitive dissonance is the conflict and the appeal. people who are not related but belong so deeply to each other that not sharing blood actively anguishes them so they have to resort to freaky ritualistic coping mechanisms about it is a delicious form of soulmateism because it’s about a desire that can never be fulfilled no matter how much you choose it. so basically my point is: just ship inc[sniper takes me out]

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winterchimez · 8 months

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hi! could you recommend us some sangyeon fics?

hiya anon! hehe ofc i can!! here are some of my absolute favs:

still with you - @solarwonux

this is hands down one of my ult fav Sangyeon fic. like literally within my top 3. i can't tell you how many times i've reread this bcs THE AMOUNT OF EMOTIONS I FELT READING THIS OMG 😩😩😩 and i cried so badly at that particular scene 😭😭😭 100% rec i love love this fic so badly i will take this with me to the afterlife fs!!! (if you'd tell me i can only choose one fav fic then THIS IS IT!!!)

two months - @sungbeam

lmao here's a little tmi abt this fic. so remember when Sangyeon dropped those ✨ahem✨ arm pics when they were in Macau and beam was talking to me abt it in the dms and was basically coming up with so many scenarios. i told her to write it hence this fic was born 🤪 if you want some ✨hot topless Sangyeon✨ then yes. this is the one to go to 😌 (this fic traumatised me so much that after reading it i had to distract myself with anything i could think of for HOURS, so you can imagine how it has def impacted moi 🤡)

beautiful mess - @cupidjyu

this is another one requested by me hahahaha but im so glad yumi wrote this bcs!!!!! yall there's just something abt men blow-drying your hair it makes me go all soft and mushy inside 😔😔😔 so yes this is now my fav Sangyeon comfort fic 🫶🏻

hate is a strong word - @daisyvisions

i don't see much e2l trope for this man so!!! omg the way i was DOWN SO BADLY LIKE???? MAKING OUT WITH HIM??? AND HE HAS MY FAV HAIR COLOR IN THIS STAPPPPPP love love love this a whole lot (btw there's 🔞 content so mdni!!!)

want you back - @jumilkies

the way my heart clenched reading this 😭😭😭 exes to lovers trope is also something im always down for 😩 and i loved how the story wraps up towards the end!

business or pleasure // drunk desires - @biaswreckingfics

Sangyeon as your hot ceo, do i even need to say more. just imagine gen Z Sangyeon. yes that's the tweet. 😔❤️ and oml drunk desires!!!! i have never been the same after reading that ngl 🫠

from the heavens - @bae-del-moon

a royal and fantasy au for our Lee Sangyeon omg???? this is such an underrated series icb not many ppl know abt this 😤 so pls pls do check it out i can guarantee you that it's def worth every single minute. periodt. ✨

sweetest tongue and sharpest tooth - @jeongjaebae

as a crime writer myself yknow i love me some thriller 😌 and omg boy did i get goosebumps reading this!!! it has def got me hooked till the very end & again!!! another underrated fic 😩🫶🏻

tattle-tale - @sankyeom

as someone who works in the childcare industry i find myself relating to every single point in the fic!! this is such adorbs and just basically very fluffy fluff and i loveeeee it (also the fact that Sangyeon loves kids too just makes this a thousand times better 😔)

#❄️ — asks!#📖 — fics rec!#sweetest anon! <3 #lee sangyeon x reader

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sugarcherriess · 2 years

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. for my mental health i’m going to completely ignore everything that you just said and do this instead

slow burn or love at first sight // fake dating or secret dating // enemies to lovers or best friends to lovers // oh no there’s only one bed or long-distance correspondence // hurt-comfort or amnesia // fantasy au or modern au // mutual pining or domestic bliss // smut or fluff // canon-compliant or fix-it // reincarnation or character death // one-shot or multi-chapter // kid fic or road trip fic // arranged marriage or accidental marriage // high school romance or middle aged romance // time travel or isolated together // neighbours or roommates // sci-fi au or magic au // body swap or gender bend // angst or crack // apocalyptic or mundane

some of these i simply cannot choose im sorry 🐶

dont chicken out on delicious eric scenarios bestie smh 😪💔💔💔💔

I could even make a whole plot with your own first few choices as well. Slowburn besties to lovers w eric where you fake date for a while just because and suddenly the universe pushes you to stay over night in a room with only one bed and? What do you know? Sexy times ensue with lots of fluffy cuddling afterwards 😩😩😩

#˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Adonis Speaks #˚₊·➴ My Lovely 🐶

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ggukkiereads · 3 years

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hello gukkie I'm trying to read aus other than college / fwb, f2l. What are your go to aus or tropes and fics to recommend? do you have aus you don't like too? Am I the only one tired of pwps 🥴? By the way thank you for your fic recs

🌷 Hi there, anonie! I actually read variety of tropes/AUs but I have limited exposure to the ff.: idolverse (I find it too close for comfort), hogwarts (probably just read four or five fics), not much poly fics yet.

I also had a phase of Hanahaki AUs/ Soulmate AUs and Dystopian AUs / Sci-fi / Alien AUs. But will only put my Top 3 AUs below, in order of obsession (lol).

Mafia/Gang/Mobster AUs

Supernatural & Fantasy

Secret Agent AU, Assassins, Spy AUs, Heists

The fic recs per AU are also top of mind; but given much thought, there are more fics to recommend.

note: mostly mature | m x f |

These fics are not mine. Credits go to the authors and I’d like to thank you all for sharing your fics 🥰.

1. Mafia/Gang/Mobster AUs - I started reading fanfics because of Mafia AUs (some have deactivated though 😥).

🌷 BTS Mafia AU | BTS Gang AU

Amor Vincit Omnia (MYG) by @sunshyngal

Angel in the Darkness (JJK) by @icyhobi

Arrow to the Heart (JJK) @kidguk

Blackjack (JJK) by @kpopfanfictrash

Coin Toss (JJK) by @yoondoze

Desperado Series (PJM) (JJK) (KTH)by @heartbeatan (I’ve yet to read Taehyung’s story)

Drug Wars (JJK) @plumblackjeon

Guarded AU Mafia series (Hoseok, Namjoon, Yoongi) by @xjoonchildx

Heartbeat (JHS) by @joonbird

It’s You (PJM) by @/silhouetted-beauty (Run-In spin-off)

Mafia Series by @neonlights92 - OT7 - currently on JJK’s story (this is probably the first mafia fic I’ve read)

Omerta (KNJ) by @lamourche

Queen Cobra (KTH) by @fantasybangtan

Run-In and Run-in: Fate (MYG) by @silhouetted-beauty

The Bird Cage (PJM) by @untaemedqueen

The Serendipity of Things (JHS) @oh-so-scenarios (also soulmate!au)

Top Priority Suspects (OT7) by @yminie (7/7 stories)

2. Supernatural & Fantasy (Werewolf, Demon, Angel, Magic, Witch AU, etc.) - waah where to start? It feels like choosing from a vast ocean of fics I’m probably not doing this AU justice 😬

🌷 BTS Fantasy AU | BTS Supernatural AU

Taehyung Werewolf AUs

Jungkook Werewolf AUs

Book of Beasts (OT7) @httpjeon (4/7 stories posted so far)

By its Cover (JHS) by @crystaljins

Concentric (JJK) @gingerpeachtae (reco by other readers!)

Darkmist (MYG) @/kpopfanfictrash

Feeling (JJK) @sometimeinjoon

Heaven’s Winter (MYG) by @jksangelic

Hellblazer (JJK) by @jungkookiebus

Into the Woods (JJK) series by @junqkook

I Won’t Stop You (JJK) @imsarabum

Lost and Found (JHS) @fortunexkookie

No Face & Hades fics (MYG) @seokoloqy

Of Fire and Love (MYG) @hollyhomburg

Song of the Sea (KNJ) by @jamaisjoons

Spellbound and Raising Demons @/jeonseok (fluffy)

The Sea and the Storm (JJK) by @/jamaisjoons

The Taste of Black Magic (KTH) by @/chillingkoo (deactivated)

To Tame a God and Drown for You (JJK) @vinterjeon

What’s in a Name (JJK) @minsimagines

Welcome to the Underworld (JJK) by krookedkoo (AO3)

Wintervale series (KTH) (JJK) @/fantasybangtan

I’d recommend just going through the masterlist of the ff. authors for this AU:

@jincherie @jinpire @magicalsalamander @inktae @mygsii @/seokoloqy @readyplayerhobi (for sci-fi fics too) @kpopisthereasonihavenolife (Blight & Fury of their Scles) @army-author @koyamuses (Winter Court and I remember reading a Yoongi sea serpent fic before) @cutaepatootie (Tales of Greyria) @therealmintedmango (currently reading Kingdom Come)

3. Secret Agent AU, Assassins, Spy AUs, Heists

🌷 BTS Secret Agent AU | BTS Assassin AU

Airplane Pt. 2 (JJK) by @/xjoonchildx

Assassin!JK x Doctor!Reader drabbles by @yeojaa

Bloom (KNJ) by @hobidreams

Concealed Weapon (JJK) by @gimmesumsuga

Crosshairs (JJK) and Budapest (MYG) by @junghelioseok

Downfall (JJK) by @donewithjeon

Mad Money (JJK) + Sunburnt (PJM) by @h2yeri

Next Time (JHS) by @/lamourche

Stole (JJK) by @/silhouetted-beauty (criminal, heist au)

Straight Shooter (MYG) by @snackhobi

The Company Series (OT7) by @btsmakesmehappy (3/7 stories out so far)

To Bloom a Pretty Flower (KTH) @eleventoes

Where do we go From Here (KTH) @jungnoir (ah great drabble; this has so many possibilities)

Young Spy by @/vinterjeon - JJK (Vendettas is another fic of theirs but they delete, not sure if they’ll repost)

The first one I’ve read was Kill Code by nochugguk (deactivated 😥) & Touche (JJK) by taechubs (now @scriptaed but not sure if they’ll repost) - update: they reposted! Please check their masterlist for the fic

I didn’t include the other AUs I like that are too broad and would need its own masterpost or something: Arranged Marriage AUs, Enemies to Lovers, Fake Dating, F2L, S2L, FWB AU, Bad Boy AUs, Break-up/Exes, Office/CEO AU, College AUs, Slice of Life, etc.

Personally, I don’t think there’s anything wrong with PWPs because there are really great well-written ones. I guess the key is to mix up the genres so you won’t find it repetitive. Hope these fic recs will be of help in case you want to try these AUs.👍🥰

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hawkland · 3 years

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Dear Fandom5k Author

My AO3 account (sidewinder)

Hello and thank you for writing for me! I’m excited to give this exchange a try for the first time and cannot wait to read what you can come up with for one of my requests. Please note I’d love any of them equally, no matter if I have more prompt ideas for one or the other. Some I seriously would love just about anything about since they are so rare, others I have more specific requests to scratch itches I haven’t seen written before (or that much.)

General Likes:

Soumates with a twist. I love soulmate/soulbond AUs, as long as it’s just not a shortcut to happily-ever, no-conflict fluff. I want there to be some difficulties or angst involved. For instance, I’d love seeing any fusion/inspired-by fics based off the concept of the AMC Soumates series - where there’s a newly-developed scientific test a person can choose to take to find their soulmate (if the other person out there has also taken the test). That way it’s a choice to find out or not. Would an already established couple want to take the test to find out if they’re really “meant” to be together or not? What if they find out other people are their “soulmates”? What about the possibility of platonic soulmates vs romantic? Discussions for the future if/when one partner dies before the other? I’d love to see these questions played out with one of my fave ships in either a happy or somewhat angsty/dark way.

Vacation/travel stories. Being unable to travel this past year+ thanks to covid-19 has me desperate to explore and live vicariously through my favorite characters! So I’d love a story involving travel to somewhere new (to them). It could be a romantic getaway/honeymoon trip to somewhere special - and I love it when an author “takes me” to a favorite city/place of their own. Or two friends just going on an escapade together, maybe one sensing the other needs some time away from a stressful situation or workplace.

Smutty likes: I love extended kissing scenes, frottage, light restraint play, sharing-one-bed-for-~reasons~-ooops-how-did-we-wake-up-cuddling, bathing/caretaking an injured partner-turns-erotic, desperate/reunion sex.

Canon-divergent AUs - I’m always good with fix-its, shifts in canon that only change one thing and see what happens next or instead.

Do Not Wants:

A/B/O dynamics, mating heats. (I do like Supernatural fics that explore Castiel and the angels having bird-like behaviors and instincts, however.)

animal abuse/death

anything related to pregnancy/childbirth/kidfic (except for Jack in SPN)

formalized BDSM relationships

scat/watersports

unrequested alternative-universe scenarios such as high school/mundane/genderswap/coffee shop/fantasy/etc. There are a few ships/groups where I would enjoy specific AUs, and those are outlined below.

Completely sad endings/permanent character death or injury that isn’t part of canon

Rape/non-con between requested characters. Dubious consent is fine in situations like magic spells/possession/fuck-or-die, however.

Supernatural

AU - Canon Divergence, Character Development, Established Relationship, Getting Together, Fix-it fic, Interpersonal Drama, Smut, Angst, Canon-Style Plot - Freeform, Hurt/Comfort, Mystery/Procedural, Slice of Life, Worldbuilding, Horror

In general for SPN, I love canon-divergence AUs at pretty much any point in time (especially as they kept having so many dumb reasons in canon to keep Dean & Cas apart just when one or the other seriously needed support or TLC!) I’m okay with post-series Heaven fics as well as canon fix-its/completely ignoring the finale, and I like exploring both human!Cas as endgame or Cas keeping/getting his full angelic grace back (which is a slight preference to me, as he repeatedly seemed to genuinely value/want to be an angel? But exploring all possibilities in fic is cool for me.)

I’m a sucker for Castiel Whump/hurt!Cas in general, so long as the author remembers Cas is a bad ass and not just a baby in a trenchcoat. If he’s going to suffer, I want him to suffer stoically until he just cannot keep up the facade any longer.

SPN-specific DNWs: mentions/implications of Wincest, past or present; extreme bashing/characterization of John and Mary Winchester, or Jimmy Nowak, as homophobic.

Group: Castiel/Dean Winchester Group: Castiel/Dean Winchester & Sam Winchester

Give me all the finale fix-it fics - no I’m still not over it, I’m still happy to read any new twist on how Cas got out of the Empty and got back together with Dean (and Sam). If Dean still dies early/ends up in Heaven, I’d like a story that explores what happens when one gets bored of peace-and-happiness-ever-after. (Yes, I’m a big fan of The Good Place and as such it makes me wonder if eternity with no conflict and everything you could ever want would just melt your brain and identity after a few millennia.) So what then?

I’m also stealing a Tumblr rant as a prompt I’d love to read, if you want to get into some good dirty smut:

ive had it up to here with fictional gays being like “i love you and if all i can ever have is that knowledge it’s enough for me” we need more “i have been struck down by horny insanity and i beg you to fuck me once. i’ve had three smirnoff ices and i’m gonna be crazy now. we can pretend it didn’t happen i don’t give a shit just gimme daddy’s blunt instrument” it’s more realistic [x]

Um so yeah. I’d love an au where, anywhere along the line when it’s been their/someone’s/the universe’s life on the life, Cas takes the initiative decides they’re gonna have crazy sex even if it’s just once before the end of the world/we die. But then, oops, we’ve survived, now we have to deal with it. ...Please?

For something different, maybe more romantic/fluffy, I’d really love a vacation/getaway story here, since they never really got anything like that of substance on the show. I want to see Cas take Dean somewhere beautiful and amazing in the world he’s never gotten to see before. Show him there’s more than just greasy diners and the landscape of America to enjoy and experience. If you want, they could stumble on a case/haunting/monster from another part of the world while they’re at it...but I just really want to see Dean having some mind-opening and expanding experiences beyond what’s he’s known and seen so far in life.

In specific with Cas/Dean + Sam, I love another tumblr idea I saw recently where Sam totally keeps bringing up the idea of “Sastiel” as a fun joke between him and Cas, and Cas plays along, and it drives Dean up the wall. Cas has to just keep re-assuring Dean that no, he doesn’t see Sam that way...but why does it bother Dean so much? A.k.a. Dean has to finally own up to the fact that it bothers him because he wants Cas to feel that way about him.

Castiel (Supernatural)

I just love Cas, period, end of story, he’s my One True Character of SPN. I love any stories that try to explore him more fully—be it his relationships in the past with other angels and being a BAMF commander/warrior of Heaven, or what specifically it is that keeps him so tied to the Winchesters. I love stories that feature his true-form in some fashion or try to dig into the alien/different nature of angels vs. humans.

Also, another Tumblr-musing-turned-prompt (I lost who posted it, sorry!) I'd love to see explored in a canon divergence fic focused on Cas. Specifically:

"I would have loved an arc for Cas (after he got his grace back) where he wanted to help people, like he was helped. Spending time in soup kitchens or healing people, and through that developing a sense of self purpose, leading to his grace replenishing unexpectedly. Sort of fulfilling the traditional angel role (as we know it nowadays) by replacing his faith in heaven/dean with faith in himself, to redefine himself as a protector of humanity instead of heaven's soldier."

Group: Castiel/Dean Winchester & Jimmy Novak Group: Castiel & Jimmy Novak

We know Cas carried a lot of guilt for what happened to Jimmy and his whole family. So I'm interested in a post-finale, canon-compliant (I guess?) fic where Cas tries to reconcile things with Jimmy in Heaven. Maybe Jimmy & Amelia were one of his first "projects" or test cases in trying to build a new and better Heaven with Jack? (And it's what he was so busy with while Dean was still alive.) Or, is it weird in Heaven with Cas and Jimmy looking so similar? Does Cas still fight doubts as to whether Dean really loves him, or just desires this body/form that isn’t his own?

Otherwise, I've been thinking about Endverse!Cas, who had lost his grace/powers as the angels have all left and abandoned humankind. What happened to/where is Jimmy in all of that? (If we go by the canon that Jimmy was not killed, nor went to Heaven, until the end of Season 5, when Lucifer blew up that vessel and Cas was resurrected by Chuck.) Are they now two "mortal men"/souls trapped sharing one body? Is that why Cas is so messed up/always seeking an escape through drugs and sex? (Besides of course Dean having changed so much.) This is one prompt where I don’t mind a very dark/not-so-happily-ever-after ending.

The Police

Angst, Character Development, Established Relationship, Getting Together, Humor, Interpersonal Drama, Smut

Group: Sting/Stewart Copeland

Yeah I’ll always request these two together even though I know it’s a long shot to find anyone else as obsessed about them as I am. Really anything at all whatsoever would make me happy for this ship: Reunion Tour-era fic, early punk days before they grew successful, soulmate AUs...

I’d also love a spooky story where they’re on tour/on the road somewhere and end up in a haunted hotel. Or their tour bus/van breaks down in the middle of nowhere and they have to seek shelter in an abandoned house or farm or something...and supernatural weirdness ends up affecting them or bringing them together.

If you want to go the crack route: it wasn’t enough for Miles to take them all around the world to tour in “exotic” locations back in the day. He’s arranged for them now to go on the ultimate tour...of outer space and alien worlds.

Crossover Fandom

Action/Adventure, Character Development, Interpersonal Drama, Angst, Canon-Style Plot - Freeform, Hurt/Comfort, Mystery/Procedural

Group: Abe Morgan (Forever TV) & John Munch (L&O: SVU)

I’ve had a long running headcanon that these two could have been friends back in their respective 60s/early 70s hippie days. I’d love either a story set back then, “pre-canon”, or them running into each other in NYC later in life. Munch ending up in Abe’s antique shop, for instance, while on an investigation?

Group: Dean Winchester (Supernatural) & Ezekiel Stone (Brimstone) Group: Castiel (Supernatural) & Ezekiel Stone (Brimstone)

I’m fascinated by the idea of crossing over these two canons. Even if there’s some conflict in their approach to Hell/Lucifer/demons, there’s still a lot in common. Dean & Ezekiel having both put in their time in Hell and being demon hunters, for instance, and their complicated relationships with (fallen) angels. I’d love to see them bonding over their experiences (Maybe they even meet in Hell? Time DOES work differently there…) Maybe somehow after Ezekiel completed his mission for the Devil, he did get his second chance at “life on Earth”…but the devil’s trick is that it’s not HIS Earth, it’s in a different dimension (Supernatural’s). I’m also curious how Ezekiel might respond to Castiel as an angel–perhaps he mistakes Cas for a demon at first, with his powers, but then they realize they are in fact hunting the same demon? Cas is stuck in an alternative dimension and recognizes Ezekiel as a similar soul to Dean’s, and seeks out his help?

Basically I’d love some kind of casefic/demon hunt here, with the characters bonding over their shared/similar past traumas, taking care of each other when/if injured on a hunt, and/or perhaps helping them sort out their complicated feelings for another (ie, background Cas/Dean and/or Zeke/the Devil are TOTALLY welcome here, as I ship both of those ships.)

Law & Order: SVU

Group: John Munch/Odafin "Fin" Tutuola

Character Development, Established Relationship, Humor, Getting Together, Interpersonal Drama, Canon-Style Plot - Freeform, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Mystery/Procedural, Slice of Life, AU-Genre shift

Munch/Fin is one of my eternal OTPs so I’m always happy to see something new featuring them! I’m always good for procedural/case-fics. And this is one request where I’d love to read some AU-Genre or setting shift, reimagining the two in some other situations besides police work. I’ve always loved the idea of John hosting a conspiracy/weird news radio show or podcast, and Fin as someone completely skeptical but who gets wrapped up in one of John’s mysteries. Or John as the owner of a bar somewhere that Fin is one of his regulars, and over time their friendship develops/deepens into something more.

Supernatural RPF

Misha Collins/Jensen Ackles Established Relationship, Getting Together, Smut, Fluff, Slice of Life, Humor

It’s odd for me to be into an actor RPF fandom (I usually only fall for music/band-related ones), but what can I say...these two just make it almost impossible not to see the possibilities!

I was thinking I’d love something set post-Supernatural...their first time seeing each other again after a long time apart? (What with the show ending, covid, Misha’s surgery, etc etc.) Could be at a convention or maybe they get to go off on a getaway together somewhere private/romantic and it’s...kind of tense and maybe nervous/angsty at first? Like with doubts about whether they can/should go back to the way things were before.

Or: putting tin-hatty speculation about the “secret/real identity” of Alma Perpetua aside, I love their poetry and I’d love any “Cockles” fic using one of their poems as inspiration.

#fandom5k #dear author #exchange letter

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thesunnyshow · 4 years

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Name: hi, i am nyx Age: 20 years old Writing Blog URL(s): jungcity.tumblr.com | v-asl.tumblr.com

Nationality: filipino Languages: english, filipino Star Sign: pisces! MBTI: infp-t Favorite color: white accentuated by silver Favorite food: it’s sweet and spicy chicken garlic!! Favorite movie: hmmm, it’s prolly flipped because that movie was so cute :,) Favorite ice cream flavor: rocky road!! Favorite animal: it’s gonna be cats!! although i love lions so much because of narnia :,( Coffee or tea? What are you ordering? coffee :,) Go-to karaoke song: i don’t sing agskh the world would end if i would

What has been one of the biggest factors of your success (of any size)? i think it’s me writing about jaehyun??? since he’s the king of fanfiction, especially in ncity nowadays.

What fandom(s) do you write for? nct + wayv

When did you post your first piece? three days ago!! that would be august 4 i guess???

Do you write fluff/angst/crack/general/smut, combo, etc? Why? i don’t really much write fluff since i don’t have any idea how to write a good fluff!! :( this has been an issue every time i write some au’s. so im always ending up writing and focusing more on angst. it’s the genre i know best. well, crack… it’s hard to make the readers laugh when you can’t even make their tooth ache from sweetness with your fluffy writings. :( smut… i don’t write smut explicitly any more. i’m more on the suggestive side rn.

Do you write OCs, X Readers, Ships...etc i write OC’s especially when im writing a series!! to diversify my writing. but i usually am on the x reader side. ships? not that much.

Why did you decide to write for Tumblr? uhm, back in 2017, i was searching for some website where i could publish my works. ive always been a tumblr-girl since i am that wanna-be-aesthetic kinda person :D then i had found that i could write and publish on tumblr so yeah that’s pretty much why i am on this app rn

What inspires you to write? ooh, music has been a great help for sure!! whenever i don’t feel like writing something, i always listen to music and the idea would flow like a river. classic poems helps, too. :)

What genres/AUs do you enjoy writing the most? supernatural!au’s, fantasy!au, medieval!au. i feel like it’s easier to write something out of pure fantasy. i have a hard time writing modern!au’s since i lack the humor and the knowledge for modern slangs.

What do you hope your readers take away from your work? ooh, i always always always am careful with the way that i craft all my works. i try to feel what my characters feel to give them a certain validation. i put my shoes on the scenarios i have in mind even though i haven’t yet experienced everything ive written. and i do love writing strong female characters, whether it’s oc’s or female readers. that’s my main priority whenever i write. and i want them to know that girls could do just as much everything boys could. women are powerful.

What do you do when you hit a rough spot creatively? i read a lot to get back on my foot. i also try to re-read my past works so i’d be inspired to better my writing on my current draft.

What is your favorite work and why? Your most successful? my favorite work is the one i’m still writing rn, which is entitled 505. it’s a hendery fic in which he is a bandit and the female reader is a sacristan. it’s my fave since i relate myself so much to the female reader. :) my most successful one is the childhood best friends!au taeyong x female reader. it’s about to reach 600+ notes i guess? and im so grateful of all the feedbacks i got from it.

Who is your favorite person to write about? it’s jaehyun and hendery :)

Do you think there’s a difference between writing fanfiction vs. completely original prose? character wise, perhaps. since you already have a face value in fanfiction, but in an original prose, you would have to craft everything from 0.

What do you think makes a good story? a good story is something that doesn’t romanticize the bad things going on in the world. a good story is something that is emphatic to the hardships of others. a good story is something that gives comfort to those who are in the dark. a good story is something that boosts the hearts of the readers and makes them feel things!!

What is your writing process like? first, i think of a plot! (this happens oftentimes when im washing the dishes) when i have the plot, i think of the ending. when i have the ending, it’s time for me to device a fitting title. and the plot would develop from then on.

Would you ever repurpose a fic into a completely original story? i don’t think so… this is scary. since some people think of fanfics as delusional works from delusional authors. it’s kinda sad.

What tropes do you love, and what tropes can’t you stand? i love love love enemies-to-lovers trope!! one that i couldn’t stand and do my best to not read is probably… hmm… no, i love all tropes!! i just love e-t-l most!

How much would you say audience feedback/engagement means to you? it means a ton. since it could really boosts me up. heavy sigh. it’s the best thing when you write something— the feedbacks. even though it’s a simple reblog with the ‘#ATKSHSKSHSKAHAKSGAHGEGSJA’ or ‘#myfave’. i would smile like an idiot whenever i read it.

Dream job (whether you have a job or not)? i want to be a successful writer someday!

If you could have one superpower, what would you choose? teleportation!!

If you could visit a historical era, which would you choose? ancient greek + victorian era

If you could restart your life, knowing what you do now, would you? yes!! im so hell deep in indecision right now so i want to restart to make everything right

Would you rather fight 100 chicken-sized horses or one horse-sized chicken? 100 chicken-sized horses!!

If you were a trope in a teen high school movie, what would you have been? enemies-to-lovers trope agsksj LOL

Do you believe in aliens/supernatural creatures? YES!!! perhaps they are lurking somewhere here on earth and we don’t know it yet ;)

Fun fact about yourself that not everyone would know? oh… i don’t really know what to write. i don’t give much attention to my personal details agsksj

Do you think fanfic writers get unfairly judged? yes!! ugh, there’s this recent issue wherein stan twt called fanfic writers as freaks. and it broke my heart. i mean, most fanfic writers get inspirations from their idols and that shouldn’t be a bad thing. we aren’t delusionals as one might think. we are simply doing our craft.

Do you think art can be a medium for change? yes!! our country’s hero ‘jose rizal’ had somehow stirred the nationality of the people back in the old days because of his writings. i do believe that art changes things!! it has the ability to pierce the heart of the people.

Do you ever feel there are times when you’re writing for others, rather than yourself? yes. i feel this whenever im writing smut. i mean, let’s be real, your works would do better once you’ve included some steamy smut scenes in it. when i was writing my first fanfic after three years, i didn’t think that i’d ever include smut. but the fear of not getting feedbacks crept up in me, so i forced myself to write some sexy scenes. i know that’s like… weird. but i’m trying not to dwell on feedbacks any longer. and i also have decided not to write explicit smut anymore. honestly, i feel better now that i don’t force myself to do something that i think would please others rather than me.

Do you ever feel like people have misunderstood you or your writing at times? uhm, as far as i can remember, nope— still hasn’t felt that way. :)

Do your offline friends/loved ones know you write for Tumblr? yes!! my best friends irl knows about it. my sister knows. my parents are also aware of my passion in writing, and they do know that i write. but where and what, that remains obscured from them :D

What is one thing you wish you could tell your followers? that it’s okay to be vulnerable. it’s okay to make mistakes. it’s okay to fail sometimes. it’s okay to feel things. because like a good book, there is always a character development and you have the pen to write your own version of happy endings.

Do you have any advice for aspiring writers who might be too scared to put themselves out there? i’ve been there: the scared and conscious part. but one thing i would say is, you have to dare yourself!! you won’t know how your writing would have impacted so many lives and touch the hearts of people if you won’t grab your pen or your gadget and start your draft.

Are there any times when you regret joining Tumblr? nope, there aren’t. the community has been lovely to me ever since i started writing. :,)

Do you have any mutuals who have been particularly formative/supportive in your Tumblr journey? yes!! oh my god. i’d like to take this opportunity to thank my mutuals who’s done me nothing but kindness— @legendnct (hannah), whoo!! you know how much i love you, right? thank you for always being there to listen to me. :) @cloudysuh des, since day one you’ve supported me. i couldn’t ask for more. thank you for the never-ending praises, keyboard smashes, for the tags, and for always boosting me up. @bohoes georgie, you know i love you. since 2017 you’ve been with me— praising my works and supporting me. thank you. @cherr-e cherry!! thank you!! for teaching me how to better my writing. i hope endless happiness for u and please take care. @writermoon hello my babe!! thank you so much for reading my works with such vivid imaginations. i love you. @jaeyongf amy!! the bestest person :,) thank you for always leaving me feedbacks!! thank you for being kind to me. thank you for always supporting me. i love you guys so much and let’s be mutuals for a long time!!

Pick a quote to end your interview with:

“If the world hated you, and believed you wicked, while your own conscience approved you, and absolved you from guilt, you would not be without friends.” — Jane Eyre, Charlotte Brontë

#@jungcity #@v-asl #thesunnyshow #featuredauthor #episode 22 #nct #wayv

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paws-and-claws-au · 5 years

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Chapter 3: Hope to Hold on To

Prologue, Ch.1, Ch.2, Ch.3, Ch.4

Summary: In a kingdom where practicing magic is outlawed and mythical creatures are being hunted, one boy is caught in the crossfire between the two sides of the fight. Only an act of pure, selfless love will lift his curse and return his life to normal…but who could ever love a monster like him?

Chapter Summary: Prince Roman climbs the fabled tower...but what he finds inside is not quite what he was expecting. (alternate summary: Patton and Roman are hopelessly gay)

Warnings: Hopelessness, crying, arguing, mentions of past violence and death.

Pairings: Royality and Analogical

Word Count: 2,447

Song for this chapter: When the Day met the Night

AU Creator: @thegremlinprince

Fic Author: @ironwoman359

Available on AO3 here

Author’s Note: So sorry it’s taken so long to get to this chapter, life has been crazy and other stories have been taking my attention, but I wanted to show that we’re not planning on abandoning this AU, we still want to finish it! I don’t know when the next update will be, but hopefully it won’t be six months this time. Hope you enjoy! -Taylor <3

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Patton awoke to the telltale thumps and scrapes of someone trying to climb up the walls of his tower. Once, he would have been excited at the sound, a spark of hope igniting in his chest and warming him from the inside out. But now, there wasn’t so much as a flickr left inside him, and it was the absence of that spark that hit Patton like a ton of bricks.

He was never going to get out of this tower, no one was ever going to come and save him. A tear rolled down his cheek, but it was not accompanied by the usual stretch of skin and snap of bones. He wasn’t even that sad, he realized as he lay curled up on his bed. He was just empty.

Still, it didn’t matter. The horns curling out of his skull betrayed his true nature. The adventurer outside would reach the top of the tower and discover a monster to be slain.

Patton just hoped it wouldn’t hurt too much.

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Roman had to admit, he’d been expecting more of a challenge. Between the mysterious stranger’s cryptic instructions and the warnings from the village elder, he’d approached the Belmont Watchtower with his guard fully up, ready for whatever threat he may have to face. But as he approached the structure, he heard no roars or snarls; as he gazed up at the tower window, he saw no flames or puffs of smoke. The whole place seemed deserted, so Roman did the only thing he could think to do: he started climbing up the tower walls. Maybe he’d gotten lucky and the dragon was away...or maybe this was all part of the creature’s ruse, and Roman was climbing right into a trap.

Nearing the top, Roman braced himself for a surprise attack, running scenario after scenario over and over in his mind. He gripped the windowsill, and in one fluid motion pulled himself into the room, rolled across the floor and drew his sword, eyes scanning for any threat.

But no threat came, no monstrous roar or stream of fire. The room he found himself in was comfortably furnished and obviously lived in, but apparently empty.

No, wait.

There, on the bed, was a slightly shaking, curled up form. Roman approached cautiously, then his eyes widened as he got a proper look at the person.

It was a boy, somewhere around his own age, curled into a ball with his eyes shut tight and tear tracks visible on his freckled cheeks. Though what really caught Roman’s attention was the gnarled horns poking out from his fluffy brown curls.

“What in the world,” Roman breathed in astonishment. He’d seen and fought many a monster in his day, but never had he ever seen anything like this.

“Please,” the boy whispered, opening his eyes and looking up with an expression that Roman could only describe as hopeless. “Just go away.”

“I...what do you mean?” Roman asked. “Where...where’s the dragon?”

The boy didn’t answer, but more tears slipped down his cheeks as Roman slowly approached.

“P-please,” the boy choked out again, curling in tighter on himself. “I...if you’re gonna kill me...just make it quick, please, I…” A tiny sob escaped his throat, and Roman dropped his sword to the ground, easing his way onto the bed.

“Hey...hey, no,” he murmured, hands hovering in uncertainty over the crying figure. “It’s okay, I...I’m not here to kill you.”

“You’re here to slay a monster,” the boy whispered, and Roman’s eyes widened in understanding, flicking to the horns protruding from the boy’s skull.

“You mean...you’re…”

The boy turned away, hiding his face in his pillow.

Roman felt something inside him break at the sight, and carefully, oh so carefully, he reached out and placed a hand on the boy's shoulder. The boy flinched at first, but when Roman made no other move, he slowly looked up, meeting the prince's eyes.

"I...I did come here expecting to have to battle a dragon," Roman said, choosing his words carefully so as not to upset the tower's inhabitant further. "But the battle alone was not why I came. I was told that there was someone here in need of saving.”

The boy peeked out at him from behind his pillow, and Roman took that as a sign to continue.

“I swore to protect the people of this land," he said, then put on a princely smile, trying to exude confidence and reassurance with every word he spoke. "You do not strike me as something I would need to protect people from, but rather, someone who needs protecting. Am I right?"

The boy stared up at him in wonder, then tears filled his eyes again. Roman opened his mouth to apologize, but then the boy threw himself forward into Roman's arms, this time sobbing in pure relief. Roman caught the thin boy rather easily, and for several moments no words were spoken between them, as Roman focused on calming the boy shaking in his arms. Eventually though, his sobs quieted and he pulled away, looking somewhat embarrassed.

“I, I’m sorry," he said, wiping at his eyes. “I d-didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, I mean, I don’t even know your name, and-”

“Roman,” Roman interrupted. “My name is Roman.”

The boy blinked, then a slow, shy smile crept across his face.

“I’m Patton,” he said softly.

“It’s wonderful to meet you, Patton,” Roman said, and Patton’s smile widened, lighting up his face like sunshine.

Roman found himself staring, struck with the thought that Patton’s face alight with a smile was a sight he would not mind seeing more of. It was the sort of smile that deserved to shine large and bright for the entire world, and yet Roman had a feeling that it had had precious little opportunity to come out in the time Patton had spent in this tower.

“Um, I do hope I’m not being rude,” he began carefully, and Patton tilted his head to the side again, looking for all the world like a curious animal. Roman found he was ridiculously endeared to the sight, and he had to force himself to continue speaking. “But...how did you come to be here, Patton?”

Patton sighed then, wrapping his arms around himself and glancing away towards the window.

“It’s...a bit of a long story,” he admitted, and on an impulse Roman reached forward and took his hand.

“Take as long as you need,” he encouraged, and Patton nodded, his freckled cheeks tinging pink.

“Well...when I was a baby...my parents were monster hunters.”

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Remy had known Desmond for what he liked to consider a long time. Though it had been some years since the two had a relationship that most people would consider to be friendship, Remy still was very familiar with the Dragon Witch’s tendencies.

Which is why it was not all that surprising when Desmond appeared in a puff of smoke in the middle of Remy’s hut, an incredulous look on his face.

“Good afternoon, Desmond,” Remy said smoothly, taking a sip of the hot drink he had just poured himself. “Would you like a cup of something?”

“What on earth are you thinking?” Desmond exclaimed, ignoring Remy’s offer. “You told the prince about him?”

“Your loss really, I think this batch may be one of my best attempts yet.”

“Remy, have you lost your mind?” Desmond demanded.

“God, I hope so.”

“Remy!”

“What, Desmond?” Remy asked, putting down his cup and frowning. “So I directed the prince towards Patton’s tower. What is it to you? You’ve not spoken to the boy in over seven years, and you haven’t had a problem with any of the other times I’ve tried to nudge knights and adventurers out that way. Why does it matter now?”

“It matters,” Desmond growled, “because it’s Roman Phillip Leopold. His family’s the reason we’re in this mess in the first place, or did you forget the day his great-grandfather stood before the world and declared us to be monsters?”

“I did not forget,” Remy said dryly, but Desmond continued as though he hadn’t heard.

“Or when his grandfather sent soldiers to smoke out the coven in the southern forrest? Or when his father-”

“He is no more responsible for the crimes of his family than Patton is for what happened to Joan,” Remy snapped, and Desmond fell silent with a glare. “I know he is King James’s son,” Remy continued with a sigh. “But he also takes a personal interest in the lives of his people, and carries himself with nobility while avoiding arrogance. And he holds high regards for King Thomas’s style of leadership.”

Desmond looked up at the mention of Thomas’s name, but then he sighed.

“Just because the boy has an interest in historical figures doesn’t mean he won’t follow in the footsteps of his father. You risk exposing all of us!”

“Just because he is descended from the ones who have hurt us the most doesn’t mean that he will bring about the same level of destruction!” Remy argued back. “Desmond, imagine what could be if a king like Thomas were to rise to power again! This could be our chance!”

Desmond just shook his head.

“Thomas is dead, Remy, and he left no descendants. I know you wish for the prince to turn out like him, but you’re chasing nothing but a fantasy. He’ll never see us as anything more than monsters.”

“The boy isn’t even of age yet, Desmond, have at least a bit of hope!”

“Hope is for the naive,” Desmond countered. “Someday, you’re going to realize that your precious hope is misplaced, but by then it will be too late for you to save yourself.”

A cloud of smoke rose up around him, and in the blink of an eye, he was gone.

Remy sighed, then snapped his fingers with a bright spark of magic. A moment later, a large barn owl swooped in through the window and landed on a perch sitting in the corner of the hut.

“I’m worried about Desmond,” Remy said to the bird, picking up his hot drink again. “I think he’s planning something, and whatever it is can’t be good. I want you to follow the prince…but try not to be seen, I think Des’s familiar is tailing him as well. Can you do that for me?”

The owl lowered his head and fluffed up his feathers, and Remy smiled.

“Thank you...pretty bird.”

The owl squawked indignantly, and Remy laughed.

“If you didn’t want me to start calling you that, you shouldn’t have told me that’s what he calls you. It’s too perfect.” Another squawk, and Remy shook his head. “Okay, okay, whatever you say. Have fun.”

The owl gave a hoot and then he was gone, flying out into the woods to find his charge. Remy watched him go, then took a long drag from his mug.

“Okay, mister Prince Roman Phillip Leopold,” he muttered to himself. “You’d better prove me right here.”

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Patton gripped the edge of the windowsill and took a deep breath. His stomach was churning with nerves, and try as he might, he couldn’t get his heart to stop pounding. He closed his eyes, and took a few more deep breaths, trying desperately to calm down.

“Patton?”

His eyes flew open and he caught Roman’s gaze. They were a bright, captivating green, and they shone with concern as he regarded Patton carefully.

“Are you sure about this? If you’re not comfortable, then we can-”

“No,” Patton said quickly, shaking his head. “No, I...I want to. I just...am a little nervous, that’s all.”

Roman smiled at him, warm and sincere, and Patton felt some of his tension drain away beneath that smile.

“It’s gonna be okay,” Roman said, and Patton found himself believing him.

“Okay,” he whispered, and after one more deep breath, he smiled up at Roman. “I’m ready.”

“Hold on tight,” Roman said, snaking one arm around Patton’s waist.

Patton wrapped his arms around Roman’s neck and held his breath as Roman grabbed hold of the rope they’d tied to the hook where a pulley system had once brought Patton his meals. In one swift, smooth motion, Roman stepped to the outside of the windowsill. Patton was unable to bite back a gasp, and he squeezed his eyes shut, tightening his grip around Roman’s neck.

“I’ve got you,” Roman murmured, and then they were going down, down, down as Roman carefully rappelled them down the side of the tower.

Patton kept his eyes firmly closed, even after he felt the downward motion stop and Roman lowered his feet onto solid ground.

“You can let go now,” Roman said, a smile audible in his voice, but Patton shook his head.

“What if…” He felt his voice waver, and he swallowed. “What if this is just a dream?” he asked. “And when let go and open my eyes you’ll be gone and I’ll be-” his breath caught in his throat, and he could feel a swell of magic in his gut start to bubble up.

“Hey,” Roman murmured, and a warm hand pressed up against Patton’s cheek. “I’m not going anywhere, okay? I’m here, and I’m real, I promise. You don’t have to let go.”

Patton slowly, ever so slowly blinked open his eyes, and Roman grinned at him.

“There we go! See? We’re both still here, everything’s fine. We’re okay.”

Patton carefully looked around, his breath catching in his throat again as he took in the meadow around them. He released his grip on Roman and took one step forward, then stopped and just stared, still hardly able to believe that this was real.

“Patton?” Roman asked, coming up beside him, and Patton turned to him.

Roman’s face twisted in alarm, and Patton was distantly aware that there were tears on his cheeks again, but he didn’t wipe them away, choosing instead to fling himself back into Roman’s arms.

“Thank you,” he cried into Roman’s chest as strong arms wrapped themselves around him. “Thank you, thank you, thank you…”

His words dissolved into more incoherent sobbing, but Roman didn’t seem to mind. He just held Patton closer and gently rocked him back and forth, murmuring the occasional reassurance. Patton wasn’t sure how long they stood like that, but eventually he pulled back to meet Roman’s eyes again. Roman smiled down at him, and Patton felt a blush creeping onto his face.

“Thank you,” he whispered again, and Roman brushed a lock of hair away from Patton’s face with another dazzling smile.

“It was my pleasure, Patton.”

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AU Creator: @thegremlinprince

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treya-barton · 4 years

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It’s a bit late but @ragewerthers tagged me for this list of fic preferences so I thought I would give it a go 😊

Rules: Copy/paste and bold your fic preferences and tag some more people!

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Slow burn or love at first sight?

I’m definitely a fan of slow burn. Both when it comes to writing and when it comes to reading. I just love seeing characters getting to know each other and building up that trust until they suddenly realize what their feelings mean. I think also since I need to get to know a person first before I truly find them attractive it’s harder for me to get into love at first sight.

Fake dating or secretly dating?

I’ve definitely written stories where characters are secretly dating and haven’t revealed it to their friends yet, but I’m kind of a sucker for the fake dating and then fall in love trope in movies/dramas/fanfiction… It’s just so fun to see them fight it at first and have all the sexual tension until the feelings arrive.

Enemies to lovers or friends to lovers?

100% friends to lovers. Most of my pairings are childhood friends or best friends. I sometimes do a rivals to lovers but even as rivals they’re still best friends or nakamas.

“Oh no there’s only one bed” or long distance correspondence?

Out of the two options the there’s only one bed scenario is a tried and true for a reason. There are so many different ways to handle it and you can have very different types of stories each time. I think I’ve read too many stories where the long distance correspondence was handled in a way I didn’t like which makes me wary when it comes to those stories.

Hurt/comfort or amnesia?

I am a total fan of slight angst with a fluffy ending. I’m not usually a fan of amnesia.

Fantasy au or modern au?

This one is a hard choice because I’ve written several fantasy AUs but I think reading wise I often like seeing characters in a modern or normal day to day setting since I love slice of life.

Mutual pining or domestic bliss?

Again while I’ve certainly written mutual pining which is bound to happen for a slow burn, I really enjoy established relationships with a domestic setting.

Smut or fluff?

I write a lot of fluff and enjoy seeing characters just being happy with one another. I’m also more particular about what I like in smut. Well written smut is amazing though and I have a lot of respect for people who write it well.

Canon complement/missing scenes or fix it?

I definitely have re-written endings *coughs*FFXV*coughs* so I fall more within fix it. Honestly though I usually write post-story stuff exploring what happens after the game/series ends and how things progress. I’m not usually as interested in rewriting scenes or adding to scenes in the game/series unless it’s specifically as a fix it.

Alternate universe or future fic?

Uhhhh…see above. I pretty much exclusively write future fics and AUs. So I can’t choose ._.

One-shot or multi-chapter?

I realized that I’m kind of treating this like a writer instead of a reader for a lot of these haha I enjoy writing multi-chapters because I get to do more with plot and characters and love coming up with world building and an outline tying everything together. Same thing with reading really well-done multi-chapters – I love seeing what will happen next. That’s not to say that I don’t love one shots and don’t sometimes just look for one shots when I don’t want to invest time in a multi-chapter (I tend to binge them so I have to be in the right mindset). I also enjoy one shots because I’m usually doing them for ask prompts so I get to try to write something creative around a theme which is a good writing exercise for me.

Kid fic or road trip fic?

I literally played FFXV because it was centered around a road trip. I will choose a road trip every time. There’s just something fun about going on a road trip with friends/family and the weird conversations you’ll get into, singing along to music, and the different places you get to stop at and see.

Reincarnation or characters death?

I don’t think either are really ones I typically go for but I have read some good FFXV reincarnation fics.

Arranged marriage or accidental marriage?

I actually prefer fake marriage just like the fake dating earlier XD So I’m just going to make up my own choice here.

Neighbors or roommates?

Like half my Souyo stories are them being roommates in college so…

High school romance or middle-aged romance?

I think because I’m an adult now I like to read stories about characters going through adult life. Goes along with enjoying future fics and their life post game/series. Also domestic bliss and just the every day to day life.

Time travel or isolated together?

I don’t feel like either of these are things I’ve typically gone out of my way to read? I choose isolated together because of stuck in elevator stories, stuck in a cabin in the snow etc. I guess those are forms of isolated together stories although they’re very much short term isolation.

Sci-fi or magic au?

While I’ve definitely read and written both I am totally a sucker for sci-fi. Star Wars is my favorite movie series and while I read both fantasy and sci-fi growing up I’ve always been drawn to the whole space exploration and visiting new planets genre. What’s fun is when you mix both together and have magic and technology 😊

Body swap or genderbend?

I’m going with genderbend as in the way it’s used in shoujo or kdrama stories where a girl dresses up as a guy for whatever reason and the guy falls in love with her. I’ve definitely enjoyed several series with that theme, with Coffee Prince probably being my favorite.

Angst or crack?

Only if it’s angst with a happy ending and doesn’t go too dark. Sometimes I’m in the mood to write/read angst. Crack fics on the other hand are a lot of fun and sometimes I just need a good laugh.

Apocalyptic or Mundane?

I love slice of life/domestic bliss. What can I say lol

And now to tag some other players:

@livefreeordie13

@romeo-and-antoinette

@skye-maxwell

@thermopylod

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shellsan · 4 years

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Tagged by: @chrispersonalcorner

Rules: Copy/paste and bold your fic preferences.

Slow burn or love at first sight (I have a pretty strong dislike for love at first sight since the concept implies too many misconceptions about how falling in love works and the lack of realism kills me.)

Fake dating or secret dating (I don’t usually read either, but I do enjoy the angst of a secret dating scenario where the characters work through the emotions before coming out - or alternatively fake secret dating wherein the characters thought they were being obvious but the people around them don’t realise and are offended about the lack of announcement.)

Enemies to lovers or best friends to lovers

Oh no there’s only one bed or long distance correspondence (I adore both of these for different reason and really can’t choose one or the other.)

Hurt/comfort or amnesia (I don’t actually indulge in hurt/comfort that often but I have yet to enjoy an amnesia fic and I don’t dislike h/c soooo)

Fantasy AU or modern AU (Option C, Medieval AU please. I’m much more likely to enjoy something that Medieval, specifically in terms of royal court or fairy tale esk situations. If I have to choose between the two though, Modern AU is what I’d go with since it offers me my other options such as gang AUs which I have a soft spot for.)

Mutual pining or domestic bliss (Again, I enjoy both for different reasons. If they’re pining, they better get together at the end as well or I’ll scream.)

Smut or fluff (This is actually very dependent on the ship for me. I adore fluff for all of my ships, without a doubt, but depending on the ship I do lean more towards smut, or more specifically a flirtier disposition...)

Canon-compliant/missing scenes or fix-it (Missing scenes and C-Compliant is fun but honestly, I’m out here trying to fix what canon did to my fave characters most of the time.)

Alternate universe or future fic (Canon Divergence is my bread and butter, but I don’t mind a good AU, especially if it’s a C-Divergent AU or Canon AU)

One shot or multichapter (I enjoy fluffy one shots but I often set my filters to nothing under 10k because I specifically enjoy something a little longer and fleshed out, so multichapter or long one-shots are always my preference.)

Kid fic or road trip fic (Neither. I don’t enjoy either, almost ever. I can count on one hand the amount of kid fics I’ve enjoyed, barring my obsession with WangXian atm but the kids in that don’t really count since they’re canon imo.)

Reincarnation or character death (I’m not huge on Reincarnation either, tbh, but they’re some that I’ve enjoyed. Character death is a hard no for me 9.8/10 times. I can’t handle it.)

Arranged marriage or accidental marriage (Accidental marriage is fun as well, but there’s something fun about arranged marriage, watching as my favourite characters learn to love each other in a completely different order. I don’t read either very often though.)

High school romance or middle aged romance (Since I’m still only 19, I feel it’s quite obvious why I would lean towards hs romance...I don’t usually take notice of either though)

Time travel or isolated together (Time travel is a personal favourite always, but isolated together is fun as well.)

Neighbors or roommates (I don’t read either, really, but I think I’ve read more roommates fics overall?)

Sci fi AU or magic AU (I don’t really read either but I’m more fantasy and magic inclined than Sci-fi)

Body swap or genderbend (Neither. I personally don’t enjoy either of these types.)

Angst or crack (with happy ending) (Both can be fun when done right. I do need that happy ending with my Angst though).

Apocalyptic or mundane (I enjoy it when things are a little more mundane and boring most of the time.)

Tagging: Watch me try and figure out who to tag since you tagged most of them >.> @kitty-bandit @ncisduckie @schweetheart @bakuraryxu @ravenclaw-lair

#shellsanspeaks #aboutshellsan #this was fun thanks for the tag!#there are def more people I could tag but again > lazy

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mazojo · 4 years

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This or That Tag

ulThanks to the lovelyyyy @seduceme-lovestruck-thearcana for the tag!! ya know I love doing thisss <33

Slow Burn or Love At First Sight: Oh slow burn all the wayyy. I like the development from slow burns and the flavor it provides storewide. Theres nothing as satisfying as seeing that otp slowly falling for each other 🤧 iconic

Fake Dating or Secret Dating: I am a sucker for fake dating and I know its lowkey trashy but its sooo good. The angst that comes when it suddenty all becomes too real and they've fallen for each other and the hurting and feelings and ugh, poetic cinema. Yes I see you Remy Chevalier 👀

Enemies To Lovers or Best Friends To Lovers: ASDFGHJ I sat staring at the screen for like 5 minutes not gonna lie lmaooo. They are both some of my favorite troupes ;w; because both have great transitions and often create some of the best ships ;w; The only reason why I choose enemies to lovers was just because best friends to lovers isnt often done very well so thats the only reason //cries in decision making

Oh No There's Only One Bed or Long-Distance With Correspondence: Oh definitely theres only one bed, I dont need to expand on that asdfghgh plus never really read anything long distance correspondence either lolll

Hurt/Comfort or Amnesia: Also a hard one mannn, because even though I love amnesia plots they always leave me wanting a bit more with all the logic that runs behind it asdfghj my nerd side is showing so ill go with my good ol’ hurt/comfort ✊🏻😔

Fantasy AU or Modern AU: ehhhHH I dont often read AU’s but I think I'd like modern more just because placing characters who aren't used with day to day stuff in modern situations is hilarious lmao

Mutual Pining or Domestic Bliss: Always mutual pinning, its always the answer if theres pining in it ASDFGHG (although domestic hhhhh scenarios ahhhh soFThhHHHH)

Smut or Fluff: Just because lately ive been snacking on good fluffy comics to keep my anxiety at its lowest 🤧 truly fluff being the mvp asdfg

Canon Complaint or Fix-It Fic: I dont know what canon complaint is so ill just choose fix it fic asdfgh oops

Alternate Universe or Future Fic: HmmMM I am guessing future fic means like characters in the future all grown uo and stuff and ive read a couple of those for bnha which were A+ quality so yeaaa

One-Shot or Multi-Chapter: One shots always leave me wanting moreee! although it depends on the prompt too ^^

Kid Fic or Roadtrip Fic: ehhHHH dont really read any of them but kid fic is something I would probs read for some pairings so lets go with it ayeee

Reincarnation or Character Death: Dont really read any of ‘em but gonna go with reincarnation just because I dont wanna see characters die ;w; //rip

Arranged Marriage or Accidental Marriage: OhHH Definetely arranged marriage! theres a lot of angsty scenarios there plus ive read a couple of good webcomics about it xDD right up my feels check alley

High-School Romance or Middle-Aged Romance: Love both tbhh, it really depends on the ship, but I guess I read more young adult stories/plots so ill go with it ^^

Time Travel or Isolated Together: I've read few time traveling stories but now I began imagining some of my fav ships in time traveling situations together and I could not jus not choose it lmaooo

Neighbors or Roommates: roomateeessss because I amine all the awkward scenariossss yesssss

Si-Fi AU or Magic AU: ehHHH Not really into any of them much but I guess magic just for the sake of cool wizard situations lmao

Body Swap or Genderbend: lmaooo imagine freaky Friday but its your favorite dynamic duo, iconic.

Angst or Crack: Its always angst time in this household my dudz

Apocalyptic or Mundane: I prefer mundane tbhh, apocalyptic can get a bit ehhhh in my opinion because it stresses me out lol

I am tagging the lovelies @ladykateofledfordpark @lady-kato @ellieschoices and @ultnari if yall wanna do it ^^

#this was fun!! love talking about cool tropessss #tag

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thedefinitionofbts · 6 years

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Sound of the Flute

Pairings: Park Jimin x Reader

Genre: Dark Fantasy Au?

Words: 1.5K

Description: As requested by anon: “Jimin scenario based off the lyrics of pied piper. no matter how hard she tries not to, she follows the sound of the flute and falls in love with him not knowing that shes going to meet an ill fate?? ”

A/N: I really don’t know if this is what you had in mind lol, but thank you for the request! And hopefully it’s at least semi-decent :)

Legend has it that there is a mysterious man who stands on the bridge by the river each night and plays a mystical ballad on his long silvery flute. It’s a melody so eerily captivating that all those who listen to its seducing tune gravitate toward him like magnetic particles drawn to an iron core, despite knowing the risk of no return.

“This is no fairytale, it’s a-”

“Ok, Seokjin, stop” You get up abruptly from the couch, ready to head to bed. “This is stupid. You’re just trying to fuck me up and disrupt my beauty sleep.”

“It’s not even supposed to be scary.” He defends. “It’s an intriguing story.” He shrugs, crossing his arms. “You guys were the ones who wanted me to think of something to talk about.”

“And that’s what you thought of?” Taehyung looks at the older male with a bored expression.

“It’s actually a true story.” Namjoon cuts in, clearing his throat and ready to give a historical lecture.

“Yeah, I don’t want to hear it” You wave it off. “I’m going to bed.”

You were starting to think vacationing in Europe with three of your best friends was not the greatest of ideas. For one, Taehyung just likes to do his own thing half of the time, not caring about the time of day or getting lost forever. Namjoon never fails to lose his passport every five seconds and Seokjin…well he clearly just likes to spew shit out of his mouth that he thinks is intriguing or funny. There was just something off about the whole thing, and you can’t really put a finger on what exactly. You think it might just be the jet-lag you haven’t gotten over yet, or maybe Seokjin’s creepy story actually did hit a sensitive spot, which you still haven’t figured out how or why since those kind of things usually don’t bother you.

Getting some shuteye should help, so you wash up and crawl into bed.

But it wasn’t long before you found yourself waking up in the middle of the night. The sensation was strange because you’re usually able to get through at least one REM cycle before your slumber is disturbed, but a glance at the clock on the wall told you it hadn’t even hit 12am yet.

Then you hear it.

A song that drifts through your partially opened window, carried by the cold wind at the cusp of midnight. And you were fully aware that you were making an idiotic decision to actually tip-toe downstairs and out the front door to follow the sound, but why couldn’t you stop?

The night is chilly, but your cheeks feel flushed. The song is getting louder, and you can see the shadowy figure sitting on a bench under the tree, a long rod held up to his mouth, glistening under the street light.

As you approach him, you notice his body twitch and the music stops as he lowers the flute and turns around.

Your breath hitches in your throat, caught between the silence hanging in midair and the way his gaze settles on you. His skin is pale and translucent, features elf-like with large almond eyes and full lips. He was nothing short of beautiful, but his aura was unnerving to say the least.

“You’re like the person in the story,” You point out, not really thinking before you spoke because why in the world would you expect this stranger to know what story you’re even referring to? Heck, you don’t even know why that was the first thing that popped into your head, but you put full blame on Seokjin.

“What story?” He cocks a brow, lips forming into a sly smile and eyes glimmering under the moonlight as if he knew the answer before the words escaped your lips.

“The one about the Pied Piper.”

“Because of this?” He holds the musical instrument up, eyes scanning along it’s length and admiring how elegant the object looked under the starlit sky.

You nod, keeping your eyes trained on his actions.

He giggles, a sound so bubbly and beautiful that it makes you wonder if he’s human.

“So anyone who plays the flute has the purpose of luring children to their deaths?”

“At night.” You correct, surprised that he knew the story so well. Coincidence? Or was the tale really that popular?

He laughs, throwing his head back before composing himself once again. “Excuses.”

“What?” You frown, shaking your head as if you had misheard him. “What are you talking about?” Confusion is starting to lace itself in the foundation of your otherwise misleadingly calm features, the growing fear hidden behind a poised facade.

He stands up and walks towards you, eye piercing into yours as he leans down leisurely and whispers into your ear. “You wanted to meet me.”

“W-What makes you say that?” Your voice is shaking now, but you’re rooted in the spot.

“The fact that you came, and the fact that you are still here.”

You can feel his warm breath slither down your neck, sending tingles across your shoulders. The scent of his body is almost even more compelling than the song he was playing earlier, and you can feel something intangible compel you soak in the warmth of his presence, the mesmerizing sight of his otherworldly beauty. You stare at the way his Adam’s apple bobbles up and down, the smooth skin of his neck tender and rippling in waves as he swallows gently, and in that compromising position you sense this unnatural yearning to lean forward and kiss him, to taste what is already teasing at the tip of your tongue, what your body is begging for more of.

“Ummm, ok, I’ll just go then.” Your voice is unsteady and your breathing is erratic, but you’ve managed to break out of your momentary trance.

He takes a step back, seemingly unaware of your internal distress. “Be my guest.” He makes a motion to make way for you.

Still staring at him cautiously, you don’t want to make this encounter stranger than it already is, queerer than it actually was, so your mind chooses to ignore the fact that all of this was bone chillingly terrifying, but for some disturbing reason you’re entirely convinced he’s not dangerous, or at least that’s what you’re mind chooses to believe.

Swallowing once again, you turn to leave, legs feeling heavier than they had when you arrived at the scene not long ago. But before you’re too far away, you turn around and voice one last question. “What’s your name?”

“Park Jimin” He smiles, eyes curving into slits, and it’s almost angelic, but not quite because the mischievous glint in his eyes is deceivingly innocent for someone who plays with temptation like it is a game.

…

You try to close your eyes and ignore it, but you physically can’t. Why? Why was the sound so hard to dismiss. Why were you mentally aware of the situation and yet unable to control your decisions?

You sit up in your bed, eyes darting towards the moon hanging in the opaque night sky, round and luminescent like it was urging you to throw on your jacket and escape into the night for a second time. And you cooperatively oblige.

“Are you here every night?”

He flashes you a knowing smile, lowering the flute. “No.”

“Why are you here?”

He lets out an airy chuckle, running a hand through his fluffy locks of hair. “Do you want me to leave?”

“No” The syllable comes out automatically, and you swear it’s not what you meant to say. You divert your eyes, but maybe that was a bad decision because you don’t notice him approach you until you look up and realize his face is only an inch away from yours.

“I know you can’t help it.” He whispers, soft and breathy, making your head spin with confusion and your heart burn with the flames of desire. “Don’t reject me.”

“I-I”

“Shhhh” He hums, moving even closer and placing his hands on your hips as he catches your mouth with his lips. You are initially hit with shock, but his scent is sedative like a drug and he tastes like nothing you can describe that is of this world, sweeter than sugar, softer than cotton. It makes you feel so safe, so comfortable, and so eager to give in and let whatever effect he has on you take over completely. And you know if he’s strong enough to control you like this, he’s certainly strong enough to ruin you completely, but you also don’t care.

Jimin breaks the kiss slowly, suckling on your lower lip one last time before letting go and allowing you to breath again.

“If you come with me, we can be together forever.” He murmurs, eyes gazing into yours with an intensity that you cannot refuse.

So you follow him, pulled by the pleasure his presence has on you. He was ethereal, so saccharine and irresistible, like the most coveted fruit on the forbidden tree. It was not long before you’ve reached the end of the journey, the moon still waiting for your next action.

You stare at the dark opening, not even capable of questioning what lies down there. All you can hear is the sound of the flute, rising up from the bottomless pit and drifting to your ears, calling you forward into the depths of your paradise.

“You love me, don’t you?”

The next thing you know, you’ve jumped, welcoming your end willingly.

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#jimin scenarios #bts scenarios #jimin fanfic #bts fanfic #fantasy au #bts pied piper #i've never written a fantasy au so idk what this is #apologies in advance #but #thanks for the request!#requested

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idealistic-imaginings BTS Fic Rec (Summer 2017)

If I’m gonna reblog fics, I’m gonna do it right. In an organized and set fashion. And sure I’m a complete no one, but these fics deserve love and attention because they’re all beautiful in their own way. And hey if this fic rec catches at least one persons eye, then I’ll be satisfied.

You’re gonna see a lot of the same authors...possibly their whole masterlist.

Once again I am a no one, but I’ve actually decided to do an endless series of fic recs because they’re constantly gonna be new stories to find and share. Some fic recs could be seasonal (as in I discovered them in that season, THIS), Memorable (these fics are ones that have strongly affected me and as it says are memorable), YouNeedaCheckIt (Chaptered stories, I’m keeping up with) and masterlist (a list of fics I’ve fell in love with in particular, in a persons masterlist, or several people’s. Basically gonna tell you who I stalked.)

I also just started reblogging (August2017) fics so theres a ton of hidden jewels I’ve read, but lost. Or haven’t read yet.

Ah Summer, the warmest season of the year. In the northern hemisphere it is linked to vacations, the end of school, and fun. Fun in the sun. For me it’s a time to finally take a break from school and relax. Hang out with friends, family and it is filled with opportunities to read fanfics. So with that heres my Summer fic rec... (there’s lowkey way more fics I’ve read this summer but those will go in SEVERAL other lists)

Kim Seokjin:

Show me by @floralseokjin (Seokjin x Reader)

W|C: 14,138 AU: College Genre: smut, fluff, little angst Summary: your friend Jin has a proposition for you that you can’t seem to refuse, no matter how hard you try.

Great Romances of the 21st Century by @floralseokjin (Seokjin x Reader)

W|C: 12,799 AU: Highschool Genre: drama, fluff, smut, comedy Summary: in which you must tutor the most arrogant and pretentious jerk that ever existed, who can’t seem to concentrate on anything other than football, working out and girls… but then something changes and you find yourself thinking – maybe Kim Seokjin isn’t so bad after all?

Regret by @hskswife (Seokjin x Reader)

W|C: 473 Genre: Angst Summary: I miss you, I really do.

Home Is Wherever You Are by @hijoonie (Seokjin x Reader)

W|C: 3,600 AU: Military Genre: angst, fluff Summary: Kim Seokjin believes he can face any and all things with dignity and strength - prides himself in his resilience and armoured heart. He is a brave man, through and through. The only fear he has is the inability to find his way back into your arms, which in turn would mean he has lost his way home. Because home is wherever you are.

Min Yoongi: lol why is there no Yoongi. Don’t worry Yoongi is one of my three main biases (umm my bad). See it was originally Taehyung, but then that faithful day came 150309 (did I seriously fall in love with him on his birthday) in this video , I don’t know how or why, but there was some sort of shift and I saw Min Yoongi in a different light (there weren’t any english subs even). And then I slowly fell in love with Min Yoongi, for all his layers and personas. For his tsundere complex and love for armys, his ability to say what he feels but at the same time not say anything at all. Especially his passion for music and hard working mindset, even though it makes us worry a lot about him. He’s chillaxed and easy-going and isn’t afraid to stray from the crowd, he’s comfortable and confident with who he is, but there’s so much more to him under the surface. And I really admire that about him. Also for being my spirit animal ey.

But trust me he’ll be in a whole bunch of other fic recs. Trust me, it’s just bad timing, In fact I started reblogging fics more then halfway through August. And it’s either I’ve saved those Yoongi fics to read later on. They’re a chaptered fic that hasn’t been updated in a while. Or they’re meant to be on another list.

Anyway you may be wondering who that third man is, well he’s up next. You see I don’t know how this man swerved and wiggled and danced his way into my heart. I guess it slowly happened over the course of a semester and the summertime, until finally he officially sticked. The golden hyung (who I lowkey think will kill it on broadway), a man of many talents, the happy virus, our hope, our angel. But also an amazing brother (and mother) to his BTS members, who carries such a passion for his art. In fact he’s fighting Yoongi for 1st place. As you can see from the total difference between the amount of fics I’m recing of his. (I’m sorry Taehyung)

Jung Hoseok:

Journeys Which Are Long Gone by @strawberrymarshmallowstories (Hoseok x Reader

AU: Magic Genre: Mystery Summary: Your days pass as usual, customers to meet, life to be risked with getting trapped in unknown realms. Just, the usual

Bones by @floralseokjin (Hoseok x Reader, Yoongi x Reader)

Chapters: 5 AU: College Genre: angst, smut, friends with benefits, fluff Summary: you were broken from a past relationship, and Hoseok wanted to fix you, but what price was he willing to pay? Would he end up worse off, or would you realise in time, that your best friend was the one…?

It’s Alright Honey by @strawberrymarshmallowstories (Hoseok x Reader)

Chapters: 4/? AU: Normal life Genre: Angst Summary: There had always been something underlying burning between you two, something that you never had a chance to explore as one of you had always been in a relationship. You played around with each other a lot, teasing, inviting, but always stopped when this innocent game was in danger to turn serious.

Dressed Like A Daydream by @dat-town (Hoseok x Reader)

W|C: 10,354 AU: Royalty, Cinderella Genre: adventure, fluff, romance, humour Prompt: Cinderella did not come to the party to enjoy it, but is instead an assassin tasked to kill the prince. (cr.) / I snuck into the castle to kill you, but wow you’re good with a sword, and I quite like your eyes Summary: When the Crown Princess’ best friend agrees to go to the ball instead of her, to kill Prince Hoseok and save her from an arranged marriage, that’s definitely not how she planned this.

Part of Your World by @guksthighs (Hoseok x Reader)

Chapters: 5 AU: Mermaid/Siren!Hoseok Genre: Fantasy, Angst, Fluff Request: AU where he is a merman and he tries to get you to go and live in the sea with him thanks Excerpt: ‘never trust a mermaid because they could be a siren in disguise’

Waiting For Him by @strawberrymarshmallowstories (Hoseok x Reader)

W|C: 880 Genre: slice of life, fluff Summary: When rainy evenings make you feel alone

First Meeting by @strawberrymarshmallowstories (Hoseok x Reader)

W|C: 1,360 Genre: Fluff Summary: You knew nothing about him, and he knew nothing about you. But in that moment you knew enough. His name was Hoseok.

Early Fluffy Mornings by @strawberrymarshmallowstories (Hoseok x Reader)

W|C: 1K Genre: Pure Fluff Summary: Early mornings with Hoseok were the best.

Kim Namjoon:

Mission Bad Boy by @oppamansae (Namjoon x Reader)

Chapters: 6/? AU: Highschool Genre: Angst, Humour Plot: What if you could win 100,000 Won by giving someone a makeover? But here’s the catch – you have 6 months to turn a nerdy, anti-social male into the school’s biggest heartthrob.

Park Jimin:

Young and Beautiful by @hayjeon (Jimin x Reader)

W|C: 12.6K AU: Great Gatsby Genre: angst, mentions of smut/murder, slight fluff Summary: “For a moment, all of earth and heaven held its breath as they witnessed a man who’d loved so fiercely, so unconditionally and thoroughly that he challenged god. Maybe once, the world had stood at this place, compelled into a trance at the single man who had dared to live so passionately to the greatest of human potential that one could ever comprehend nor desire to understand, faced with the man who’d dared to dream as magnificently as Park Jimin did.

Bitter Aftertaste by @hskswife (Jimin x Reader)

W|C: 689 Genre/Warning: Angst, Cheating Summary: Your love was like coffee. It had a bitter aftertaste

Kim Taehyung:

The Beautiful Creature Living In This House by @lthyl (Taehyung x Reader)

Chapters: prologue + 3/? GENRE: Horror / Angst RATED T: for mentions of esoterism, blood, death, and mature themes SYNOPSIS: It’s a rainy night when you end up getting lost in the woods and then it’s a silent night when, luckily, safety comes in a form of a strange house and a tempting man. Somehow you feel no danger with him, but, really, shouldn’t you, when the old rooms hold such a mystery and his eyes such a dark gravity?

Xeno by @oppamansae (Taehyung x Reader, Jungkook x reader)

Chapters: prologue + 8/? AU: Furturistic, Idol!JK, Scientist! Reader Genre: Fluff, Angst Plot: The best part about being an assistant in a lab was watching all new inventions come to life, although sometimes some of them fail, leaving them away in a storage room, never to be bothered with; free for the taking.

The T-Shirt Thief by @jungblue (Taehyung x Reader)

W|C: 9,812 AU: Idol Genre: fluff, smut Description: In the midst of your loneliness due to Taehyung’s absence, you decide that you need a distraction, which somehow manifests itself as going over to his apartment and stealing a t-shirt or two… or three… Request: being in a relationship with taehyung, and stealing all of his t-shirts while he’s busy with bts’ latest comeback + smut

Jeon Jungkook:

The Blue Princess and Her Red Rose by @cutaepatootie (Jungkook x Reader)

W|C: 34.8k AU: Prince!JK,Princess!Reader Genre: Angst, Fluff & Smut Summary: After all, he was her red rose, while she was just another one of the many blue roses that grew in the dying gardens of Greyria.

Portrait by @guksthighs (Jungkook x Reader)

W|C: 1.1k AU: College, Photography Genre: fluff Summary : You choose Jeongguk to work with for a project or is it because you have a crush on him? Request: oumaimafngr said: Hey, I love ur blog so much, and if requests are open I hope you’d make scenario of jk at college and he found out that his current crush is his childhood best friend thank you so much for writing great scenarios ��❤

Untitled by @floralseokjin (Jungkook x Reader)

W|C: 1,679 Genre: angst Listen To: untitled // gdragon

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Anything for You (Ten x Reader)

Admin: Mimi

Prompt/Ask: Could I please have a fluffy scenario with NCT U’s Ten??? Thanks!!! (:

Fandom: NCT U

Genre: Fluff, slight angst?

Pairing: Ten x Reader

Warnings: vague mention of sex

Word Count: 2845

Authors Note: My first NCT request, and for one of my biases! (Well, my bias from NCT U, and I say one of, because I honestly can’t choose just one from NCT altogether) I absolutely love Ten, and I’m so happy I got to do this request. I’m sorry if it doesn’t seem as fluffy as you had hoped, but let me know/send in another request if you want! Let me know if there are errors, and happy reading ^^

Ten looked up from his game when he heard you sighing for what must have been at least the 8th time in a single minute, hands covering your face and elbows resting on the desk in front of you, littered with various textbooks and notebooks, and other necessities that could be found with a regular college student.

You’ve been studying and completing essays for the past 5 hours and 27 minutes (yes, he’s been counting, but he knows you’ve been at it for much longer, having come home to find you bent over the desk with your laptop open, fingers flitting across the keyboard in record speed), and you haven’t taken any breaks other than leaving to use the toilet or get more water (thank god you have a mind to stay hydrated, Ten thinks).

Ten was worried, and quite honestly baffled, at how you’ve been sitting in one position so long and staying focused on your studies, when you finished what would have been an 8-hour shift at the local gas station you worked at, having taken the extra hours, needing the money to pay your half of the bills. How you had the energy to continue on without rest, he had absolutely no clue (but he figures the cans of energy drinks stuffed at the bottom of the trash can and the near empty coffee jar are some of the main reasons), but it certainly wasn’t because of the sleep you’re getting. Many nights Ten has gone to bed alone, promises of “just 5 more minutes” never being fulfilled as he always catches you dragging yourself and nearly collapsing into bed at near 3am most nights. Some nights you even bring your work to bed, which is just as bad, because now you tend to view your sacred haven with disdain than associate it with the comfort it has always brought you.

Ten watched as you lifted your head from the cage of your hands, stretching your back. He cringed at the sound of popping and cracking, but you just exhaled in content, slumping forward once again, feeling as limp as a noodle. You stayed in that position for a moment; arms limp at your side, hair falling in front of your face and eyes roaming languidly across your desk, lids drooping is exhaustion.

He hated seeing you like this with a burning passion in his soul. It causes him so much pain to see you overwork yourself, knowing you aren’t like you were before, lively, carefree, happy. That’s the stress that comes with being an adult, he supposes, but you shouldn’t be neck deep in this amount.

Yes, things may be tough at home with the need for money to pay the rent and bills and food, and your dedication to passing your exams and your course and completing the assignments that have been piling up, but that doesn’t mean you need to shut everything out and drown yourself in work. He can see it’s driving you crazy, can’t remembering the last time he heard you smile or laugh properly. And it makes him feel sick with guilt and concern. As your boyfriend, he should be making you happy, helping you relax, being a shoulder to lean on when it’s needed. And he’s always ready for when you need it, always by your side, ready to catch you when you fall.

You’re just too stubborn to let yourself fall into his arms.

Whenever Ten tries to get you to go to bed at a reasonable time, or to eat when he hears the loud rumble of your stomach, or offers to take extra hours at his job instead of you when he sees you looking like you’re internally panicking about money, you always brush him off with a scowl and tell him to not worry about you (like that’s possible – he will never not worry about you, he loves you too much). He knows, without a shadow of a doubt, you’re at your wits end, but you just refuse to give up. He figures you’ll keep going until you die, and while your conviction can be seen as admirable, Ten just considers it as stupidity now.

You’re wearing yourself down, and he’s afraid you’re going to crumble and fade away right before his very eyes, and he feels useless. He feels like there’s nothing he can do.

As you go to pick up your pen from the ground where it had fallen some time ago (you were too absorbed in typing out your essay to stop and pick it up), Ten speaks up from his place on the couch, a pang of guilt hitting his heart as he once again feels shame from sitting down and playing his Playstation while you’re slaving over your work on the desk by the window.

“Hey, why don’t you take a break for a bit? Play some video games with me. Jaehyun let me borrow his copy of the newest Resident Evil game, finally. Why don’t you sit next to me and keep me safe?” He knew it was a long shot, that you’d just tell him no like you always do lately, and get frustrated because you got distracted, but he had to try.

You looked over your shoulder at him, and he had to stop himself from letting his jaw hang open at how you looked. He could barely see the whites of your eyes, too bloodshot to be healthy, and the bags under your eyes were nearly as dark as his hair. Your face was marred with fatigue and stress, worry lines spread across your forehead, more prominent now as your face contorted into a frown as you looked at him.

“No, Ten, I haven’t got time. And I don’t want to be interrupted again,” you snapped, before quickly sending an apologetic look for your harsh tone. Ten didn’t take it to heart, and he knew better than to make a comment about it. He wanted to avoid fights as much as possible – you didn’t need another problem to pile up on you. “I just want to get this finished with and take a shower, then go to bed. I need to be ready for work – I’m starting at 7.” And with that you turned back into the desk, flicking through pages of your notebooks, before adding “and please, keep the volume down? I can’t concentrate if there are loud, freaky noises coming from the game. I don’t want to listen to zombies right now.”

Ten wanted to make a joke about how there wasn’t really zombies in this Resident Evil, and that the only zombie here would be you, but he bit his tongue and faced the TV, turning down the volume and continuing the game in silence and with now little to no interest.

He had to somehow make you relax, if not for your sanity but for his, slowly growing restless and lonely. He misses you; misses the banter you would have, jumping on the couches and giggling like children, misses your lazy days, when the weather was unbearably hot and the two of you would lounge in the living room with the fans turned on, talking for hours on end until you both fell asleep. He misses your smiles, your hugs, your kisses, how you’d make him feel as if all the attention in the world was only on him, that it was you and him and no one else.

Now he’d be lucky if you spared him more than a few words before leaving to study.

He rolled his tongue against his cheek as his brain tried to come up with ways to help you relax. He could run you a hot bath? He’d buy you some of those nice oils that you like and light candles around the room. He can’t guarantee you won’t yell at him for spending money on you, though. That’s crossed off the list. He…he could give you a night of amazing sex? He doesn’t consider himself a bad lover, if the moans and words of praise from you were any indication of his performance. He’d be willing to try something new, if it would please you. But you’re always tired, and knows that you’d fall asleep as soon as he lays you on the bed. So, that crosses another idea off the list.

He is having trouble coming up with new ideas, one that doesn’t end in a possible fight over costs or you passing out as soon as you rest somewhere. That’s even if he can actually drag you away from the desk and find a free time when you finish work. A walk in the park? No, that seems too boring, he wanted this to be special for you-

Wait.

He’s got it. The perfect idea. One he knows you’ll appreciate. And one that seems easy to do, and isn’t costly. And he remembers you saying something about having a shorter day at work this week.

It’s perfect.

He’ll have to send Johnny a text or call him tomorrow, he’ll need his help.

“Yo-yoooo,” Johnny greets, voice muffled through the speaker of the phone.

“Hey man, I need to borrow some things,” Ten gets straight to the point. The only day he could do this was tomorrow, so he had no time to waste.

“Uh, I’m not letting you borrow my bike chains for your weird sexual fantasies again, I need them,” Johnny drawls, and Ten splutters.

“Weird sexual fantasies?! I needed them for my bike last time! I didn’t do anything like that with them!” he argues.

“Uh huh,” he said, disbelief lacing his tone. “And you just so happened to be talking about trying something new in the bedroom earlier that week. What was it? Using blindfolds, and tying Y/N up?”

“Agh, I-“ Ten had to shake his head to clear his head, stopping himself before he got into an argument. Besides, chains were a bit too kinky. Maybe another night.

He huffed out a breath. “Listen,” he began and Johnny laughed, but Ten continued. “I need your help with something. Y/N’s been really busy lately, and she never gets any time to chill out or anything. She’s always either working or studying and I’m sick of it. So, I wanted to do something nice for her.” Ten pauses, before admitting: “I miss her so much, you know? I just feel like even though she could be sitting next to me, she’s never there.”

“Ah, so you need my help?” Johnny asks, tone considerably more sombre than when the conversation started, detectable even over the phone. He pities Ten, this was obviously a tough situation for the normally cheerful boy.

“Yes. Well, kind of. I just need a few things from you for my plan,” he explains, and Johnny is all ears.

“What do you need?”

“Well,” he starts, “do you still have those battery powered fairy lights from that barbeque you had last month?”

The morning of the plan, Ten tried not to let his excitement show, treating the start of the day like any other; waking up, pouring out a cup of coffee and a bowl of cereal for you, kissing you on the cheek as you left for work, the usual. When the door closed, and he looked out the window of the apartment, seeing your car drive out of the parking lot and away, he nearly squealed out loud, and set to work immediately. He has to clean the apartment first, that way it would make things much easier for him later on.

And so, he sprinted around the living room, picking up trash and fluffing up cushions and dusting down tables, moving the furniture to leave a large open space and hoovering the floor. When all was done, he left the furniture as it was and dashed to the kitchen, raiding the fridge and cupboards to check for ingredients. Damn, not much there. He’ll have to go to the supermarket and get the ingredients fast if he was going to cook your favourite dinner and be back in time to set up the living room. And with that in mind, he put on his shoes and grabbed his wallet and keys, exiting the apartment in a rush.

One hour left. That was all Ten had.

He had arrived back in the apartment a while ago, breathless and arms loaded with bags, packed with food and sweets for tonight. He doesn’t think he’s ever cooked as fast in his life before today, chopping and slicing and cooking with a speed that would leave even Gordon Ramsay impressed. All for you.

Leaving the food to cook away, he made his way to the cupboards in your bedroom, pulling out every blanket, pillow and cushion he could find, including the ones lying on your bed. He carried them all to the living room, struggling to see past the mountain in his arms, bumping into a few things and muttering curses before he finally arrived and set to work, grabbing the fairy lights Johnny lent him that were hidden underneath the couch.

This was going to be great, he can feel it. You’re going to love this.

Well, he hopes.

You trudged your way up the stairs to your apartment, heaving a sigh, rolling your neck from side in an attempt to undo the kinks you gained from work.

You were exhausted beyond belief, wanting nothing more than to sleep for the next 20 years of your life, but unfortunately, that 8 page paper that’s due next week was clawing onto your back, and you better get most of it done so you weren’t overloaded.

Reaching your door, you unlocked and when it opened, the most unexpected but delightful smell filled your senses. You recognised that smell; did Ten make you your favourite dinner?

Taking off your shoes with a perplexed expression, you closed the door behind you and walked towards the kitchen. When you opened the door, no one was there, not a plate of dinner in sight, the only evidence that food was made being the pots in the sink. You held back another sigh, one of you were going to have to clean everything up later, and since he made dinner, it was most likely going to be you.

Your shoulders sagged, and you headed towards the living room, ready to start you essay, but the image that greeted you upon pushing open the living room door stopped you in your tracks.

All of the furniture in the room had been pushed to the edges of walls to allow what looked to be a giant blanket fort situated in front of the television, a multitude of blankets and cushions scattered throughout the inside of it. It was adorned in beautiful little twinkling lights that shone in the semi dark room, casting a warm glow upon the fort and the surrounding area. Next, you noticed the food, plates filled to the brim with your favourite dish, and piles of your favourite sweets and junk food laying to the side, waiting to be demolished, your mouth watering already at the sight of them.

Finally, your eyes met Ten’s, who was sitting in the centre of it all, grinning ear to ear and looking positively proud of himself.

“Hey,” he said simply, and you struggled to formulate a response.

“W-wh…how…why…?” you questioned, giving up altogether on an actual sentence.

Ten’s smile turned sad, and your heart gave a lurch.

“Because I feel like I haven’t hung out with you in forever. You’re always busy, and you never give yourself any breaks. That’s not healthy, Y/N. So please, just relax, even if it’s just for tonight. I got you all of your favourite things! I set this up for you, I…hope you like it,” he said bashfully, smiling down at his hands.

“This is so beautiful, I can’t believe you did this,” you gasped, and Ten beamed at you. “But…” you trailed off, and your throat constricted upon seeing his face drop, swiftly looking at his hands rather than you. He looked so disappointed, and it broke your heart.

You know what? Paper be damned. You needed this, and you needed Ten, and this is one of the sweetest things anyone has ever done for you. You felt like a kid, looking at the fort, and started to bounce lightly on the balls of your feet.

“But,” you continued,” I’ll need to change into something comfier if I’m going to get in there.”

Ten gave an inaudible sigh of relief and grinned sweetly at you.

“I laid out your pyjamas on the bed for you.”

You walked over to where he was sitting and took his face in your hands, pressing your lips to his and a gentle and loving kiss, one he gladly returned.

“Thank you so much, I love you,” you whispered against his lips, and he pressed another chaste kiss to yours.

“Anything for you.”

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