#AND THEIR ROAD TRIP FIC :DD

[ghostedcas]

hello :3

i saw that you really loved fluff fics AND I LOVE THEM SO MUCH ASWELL! so i was wondering if you could write something for dad!simon riley x mom!reader and they have somewhat of a big family like two teen kids and two younger kids and all of them go on a much needed vacation together🥹 like it could be anywhere you want it to be maybe a road trip to the mountains, beach, or just going out of state!

i would love to see what you do with this :3 im a sucker for fluff

have an amazing day/night :DD

gods absolutely yes, dad!simon 💳💥💳💥💥💳🥺 

i'm the biggest sucker for  family fics y’all you don't understand!!

i apologize if this is a lil shitty, i'm stoned writing this lmao

simon "ghost" riley x reader

warnings: none, lots and lots of tooth rotting fluff. reader is afab and referred to as mrs. riley once mom, mother, and with other fem terms but no specific pronouns are used and identifying gender isn't specified :)

word count: 655

a/n: simon and reader have 4 kids, twin son and daughter (4), a nonbinary teen (15) and a son (17), none of them are referred to with actual names except for the nonbinary child whose name is 'bug' (there is lore behind this i came up with while writing this if anyone wants a little fic extending on how bug chose their name), simon and the reader have been together for 18 years. i actually have no idea how old ghost is even supposed to be, i just headcanon him in his mid 30's but for this specific au he'll be 40 on the dot, reader is meant to be 38-40.

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"are we there yet?" you hear the whine of your four year old son come from his car seat behind you. it wasn't hard to tell the poor guy was getting restless and impatient,

"just 20 more minutes bud, keep watching bluey with your sister." your husband, simon responds to the squirrely child before you can speak up. you flash him a sweet smile and look over your shoulder to glimpse back at your children.

you were currently on a roadtrip up to scotland to visit one of simon's military friends and vacation at the beach with your family. you found it a little funny that on his break from work simon was so happy and eager about going to see one of his coworkers, but it warmed your heart to know he had such close friends especially in people he had to work with, people who he literally trusted with his life.

"how're you all holding up?" you ask the four with a sweet smile.

"good." your eldest son mumbles, not moving his attention from his phone, texting his friends.

"how about you my little bug?" you turn your attention to your 15 year old.

"i'm good mama, just playing a word search game." they replied, turning their phone to show you the progress of their game.

"nice, you're doing great. i didn't even realize that fritz was a real word."

it was just under another 20 minutes when you pulled into the driveway of simon's friend's, johnny, house. it was s beautiful, quaint thing, the ocean a few hundred feet away behind the home. as you unbuckled your seatbelt you saw the man appear from his home, holding his arms out with a loud chuckle for simon as your husband stepped out of the vehicle.

you smiled to yourself as you got out of the car, watching your husband embrace his friend gruffly as you removed your four year old daughter from her car seat. "hello darling, we're here now." you say gently to the child, who is just awakening from the nap she decided to take in the car.

bug removed your four your old son from his seat for you, holding the boy in their arms as you thank them and give their head a pat with your free hand.

you and the four children approach your husband and his friend, offering the scott a sweet smile. "it's good to see you again johnny."

"you to mrs. riley, kiddos."

"hi uncle johnny." the kids replied.

"why don't the four of you go and play on the beach? it's a private beach and there's not too many others out on it today." soap suggests to the kids with a smile, thumbing over his shoulder to point towards the beach.

it was a couple hours later, you were sat on a beach chair under an umbrella watching simon in the water with your daughter, hearing the four year old's loud and excited giggling made your heart swell. your eldest son and 15 year old playing water volleyball against johnny as your youngest son rested in your arms, tired of playing in the water and just wanting to be cuddled by his mother.

your heart felt full as you watched the scene in front of you, this vacation was well needed for everyone, your two older kids having worked incredibly hard on their schooling and grades, simon having worked hard at work as he always does. and being four is harder than it may seem, the twins needed this break just as much as everyone else.

and of course yourself, you had worked hard at home, taking care of the kids, the housework, and so much more. with and without simon, you worked hard and deserved the break too. it was nice to finally get the time to do something fun like this together as a family. you wouldn't trade it for the world.

#simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley fluff #simon ghost riley fluff #simon riley x reader fluff #ghostedcas #casper's 💌

[bonesandthebees]

omg i just remembered the apocalypse au u wrote w roxy, bc i was thinking about how u pull scenes from ur irl experiences and how it makes your writing feel that much more alive and it reminded me of the learning to drive scene from 17 hours and MANNN talk about an underrated bee fic

i dont know if ive ever seen someone talk about that fic man, i love that fic

i remember excitedly telling my friend that ROXY and BEE were writing a COLLAB !!! dude i was so fucking excited, my two fav fic authors?? collabing??? wtf?!?!?

and i also saw that youd be writing crimeboys and i was like FUCK YEAHHH I LOVE BEE'S CRIMEBOYS and then it was them fighting the entire time and i cried /j /lh

at least i got sandduo out of it LMFAOO

but yeahh :DD seriously such a cool fic

YESSS 17 HOURS MY BELOVED!! thank you thank you I also think it's an underrated one. roxy did such an incredible job with their half of things and I had so much fun writing my half.

the format was really cool to work out, and I remember when roxy and I first started a shared google doc for it and we decided to parallel the POVs in certain ways and it just started flowing so easily. roxy is just a fantastic writer and we had so much fun working on that fic together. the idea was literally pulled from me talking in a discord server about my dad calling me to remind me of our 'get the fuck out of dodge' plan in case things went to shit (this was when the ukranian war had just begun so my dad was paranoid about nukes), and I was joking about how the plan basically involves a post apocalyptic road trip. roxy brought up how that could be an interesting fic premise and suggested a collab, and things just sparked from there

ok crimeboys fought the entire time but they also had a lot of brotherly moments too so it wasn't all sad :( but ayyy sandduo. and then you get the sheer perfection of roxy's aeduo half. those two were having the worst time ever everything went wrong for them

tysm :))

#ask #icyfox17 #17 hours

[jessamine-rose]

Hi hi!! How are you doing? Well, I hope!! :DD (here is a hydration check if you need one!)

I just saw the ask game and I think I'd choose Early AM Radio, Mariana, and Pumpkin Patch :o maybe Low Battery too? (Flashbacks to remembering how you wrote 10k words in one week /silly)

[P.s. life has me occupied so I haven't had time to sit down for my Housecat reread ;; I've been so excited for it too TuT ahdmdmfmf so expect me in your notifs again when I have time!!! /pos >:D]

Early AM Radio - I would let you control the aux cord on a road trip.

Mariana - If I had a cool rock I’d let you have it. Or maybe a leaf.

Pumpkin Patch - I would carry smth way too heavy to try and impress you.

Low Battery - Get some sleep or I’ll make you.

Ohh I like the color palette of this ask!! *looks at Spotify Wrapped* …….I hope you like J-pop and vocaloids. Ngl Low Battery is pretty accurate—

Also, I hope you enjoy Housecat when the time is right!! Umm if you think Herbarium cost me a lot of sleep, then don’t ask me about my writing schedule for Pantalone’s fics (*´∀｀*)

#jessamine rambles #feedback #asks #tumblr ask game #color asks #leftdestiny-posts

[queen-beefcake-sqx]

List of Fics Sadie Needs to Write

By Monday I’ll be done with my last fandom project fic obligation, which means I’ll be freed up to pursue my other projects! So here’s a list of projects I’ve wanted to do FOR A WHILE. Feel free to message me if any of these make you want to send the 👀 emoji.

Disco Elysium

ADDED 7/6: lesbian KimHarry based off this incredibly unhinged post I made about it

ADDED 6/18: Harry getting incredibly high off prescribed psychiatric meds and saying the most off the wall indecipherable but clearly romantic shit that he does not remember in the morning and it is driving Kim, self-appointed medication keeper and thus DD, insane. (started brainstorming that with this post)

Kim singing “Crash into Me” karaoke fic (probably with smut) (also might just do a larger series of one shots based off my many songfic ideas)

Klaasje and Ruby reunite after Martinaise and sort out their whole Thing(tm) (lots of talking about feelings and rebuilding trust, maybe a road trip fic)

Harry gets thrown into the Pale and lives his life out with Kim to his death without ever admitting how he feels and when he gets out he finally says something and they kiss about it (This one is actually a lot more horrific than this zany description makes it sound, Dora’s there, Harry watches his life slipping through his fingers for a second time, I am going to do SO MUCH WEIRD FUCKING FORMATTING to indicate the pale breakdown)

Cindy courting Lizzie because that one fanart in the tags rn has me drunk on this rarepair and I’m a slut for a challenge

TGCF

Finish Calamity!Shi Qingxuan au. No it’s not abandoned this year has just sucked.

“What if Shi Qingxuan kept unknowingly flirting with He Xuan’s clones and it makes He Xuan insane” beefleaf fic

That one selkie Beefleaf au (long fic, probably not until I’m done with Black Winds Sweeping Shores)

The [checks hand] sci-fi beefleaf fic I never finished for a bang

Basically this is all beefleaf sorry not sorry probably will be some lesbian smut in here too

Except for the one (1) fic I wanna write about Xie Lian and He Xuan becoming friends(?) during the time Hua Cheng is gone

ADDED 6/18: Reincarnation Beefleaf au that’ll probably be a spin off from the Hualian fic I’m finishing

Weird Crossover BS

TGCF-Revolutionary Girl Utena crossover with Xie Lian as Anthy (YES I WANT TO DO IT I have a whole outline so like!!! I might as well!!!)

MDZS-Disco Elysium crossover where Wei Wuxian fully loses his memory upon waking up as Mo Xuanyu, and also has so many voices talking to him (heavily implied to be restless spirits who grew attached to him)

#say more sadie #i know there’s others but this is a start #I’ll pin it and update it as I actually finish things.

[darkblueboxs]

Hi 💙!! I’m not sure if you’re still answering asks and I don’t want to be too much of a nuisance but i just NEEDED to let you know how much I appreciate you （╹◡╹）♡

(First of all, in advance I want to apologise for me rumbling so much, I hope what i wrote makes sense)

I have been on the internet for many years now and I can proudly say that I’ve read some of the best works in my entire life here; out of all of these incredible writers I’ve found, you are truly my favourite- I absolutely adore your writing, have read every single one of your fics and often reread my favourite ones to cheer myself up when I’m feeling down (sometimes I wish I could forget them so that I could read them for the first time again hah, I don’t know how to describe this feeling)

My absolute favourite work of yours is “The Sphinx and the Hare” (I wish it was infinitely longer simply because then it would have no end and I could read it forever and ever; I could read about andreil’s (and Lexia&Fìrinn’s) day to day lives for the rest of mine because the way you tell your stories is so compelling and phenomenal I just can’t, won’t, don’t want to stop reading). I cannot tell you how much I love love love this fic. The amount of time you spent writing this work is visible in the thought put behind even the smallest of details. From the very well written dialogue, interactions between characters (especially Andrew, Neil and their daemons), and Neil’s inner thought process to the so on point characterisation of every single one of the characters and amazing descriptions of the world in this AU, characters’ actions and their overall being. I want to call it a testament to how good of a writer you are- you make readers feel everything the character is feeling right alongside them and that shows how much of hard work you put into perfecting the skill of writing

THANK YOU for sharing your terrific works, clever and funny thoughts and memes (here on tumblr, on ao3 and twitter) for free in your own free time; you are a blessing if I can say so myself :DD

And what is there more to say- you are incredible <3333 Hope you have a great day!!

PS. If it’s okay (and of course feel free not to if you don’t want to answer) I would love to know how you think andreil and their daemons are doing now- maybe they’re in Columbia cuddled up on the sofa watching sth on the TV? Or maybe they’re on a road trip somewhere having some time to themselves? Or maybe they’re in their dorm quietly enjoying each other’s company?; either way I hope both Fìrinn and Lexia get some pats and cuddles i love them with all of my heart 🥹❤️

Hi! 💞💞💞 I am still answering asks, I'm just incredibly bad at it 😭

You're an absolute joy, you've made me want to get back to writing more than anything has in a loooong time

(one day, maybe, when the exhaustion abates)

It has been so long since I last looked over my daemon au, so forgive me if I contradict my own canon!

Lexia has discovered play fighting, which mostly means launching herself from beneath the bunk to nip Neil's toes when he swings his legs out of bed in the morning. Neil pretends to be annoyed- only for Lexia's satisfaction - but it's ticklish more than anything. (The morning Lexia trips Neil over on his way to the bathroom is the closest Andrew comes to showing signs of amusement)

Fìrinn likes to sit on Andrew's chest when he's lying on the couch and drum her feet on his sternum until Andrew shoves her off. Whenever exy comes on she gets a major case of zoomies unless Neil or Andrew can catch her- although neither consider it worth the effort. Lexia prefers to sit herself on the TV stand at inopportune moments to block everyone's view of the screen, particularly on penalties and overtime, and especially if Kevin is watching. She is still, at heart, an instigator.

More nights than not, Fìrinn falls asleep curled around Lexia or vice versa, and inevitably Neil or Andrew will follow their daemon into the others' bunk. On these nights, and only these nights, safe and surrounded, Lexia will sleep.

#tsath #my fic #my asks #aftg #hdm

[whumptimebaby]

Jesse, what happened to your good sense?

| No Warnings Apply | 1/1 | Hurt/Comfort | 06/05/2022 (MM/DD/YYYY)

CW: Car Accident, Trauma Flashbacks, Disassociation

“Jesse, on the way home from a trip to visit his sister, ends up swerving to avoid hitting a deer. His reaction to going through a near-death experience? Annoyance. His nonchalant attitude is immensely worrying to the other members, but it’s not anything deeper than that, surely.

He definitely is one hundred percent a-okay. That’s what he keeps saying after all.”

Links: AO3 | Full Fic Below Cut

Of all the members of 4*Town, Jesse was the one who got most frazzled by inconveniences. When his time was taken up by things that he had no will to do, he was the first to get frustrated, to quit, to complain. 

And Jesse could complain.

He'd actually been complaining about his lack of patience to Taeyoung once. The kid just shrugged, commenting about how Jesse never lost his patience with the other members of 4*Town. He was just particular about how he spends his time. That was all.

He wasn't sure he agreed, he'd definitely got in a fair few spats with the boys. They were never the "I don't like you" kind of fights though. 

The worst one happened only a few months after they debuted. They'd flown to Florida to film a few interviews and spend some time in Disney to get photos, and Aaron T. snuck out of the hotel without telling anyone. He got lost, and didn't want to call anyone on the team because he was afraid of the consequences, so he hitchhiked back to the hotel. He didn't get back until well into the next morning. 

Jesse would never forget waking up alone in his hotel room, the bed cold and bathroom empty. He'd never forget the thin sheen of panic as he checked the gym, and the pool, and the business lounge, and eventually the other hotel room, where Robaire, Aaron Z., and Taeyoung were staying. 

When Aaron T. finally got back, exhausted, frazzled, and hungry, Jesse ordered room service and tore him to pieces. 

"If you want to go out, that's fine. If you want to go out on your own, whatever man, you're an adult. You can make your own choices, but when you make shitty ones? I'm gonna get pissed." 

Aaron T. had groaned. "What else was I supposed to do?"

"Call me. You could have called me."

In all fairness, as harsh as the rest of the argument had been, Aaron T. always called him after that. He couldn't know for certain, but there was a solid chance having that conversation early enough in their career saved Aaron from more kidnapping attempts than he'd already experienced. 

On the topic of inconveniences, Jesse's whole day had been one big disaster. He'd been given the day off, since he'd got all his vocal work for their next album done early. He took the chance to go visit his sister.

The visit was fine, more tense than he would've liked. Apparently, his dad was trying to get back in the picture. That was just about the last thing he needed to deal with. 

The drive to his sister's place was only an hour and a half, most of it being a relatively straight, well lit road with thin forest on either side. It was quite pretty. The setting sun filtered through the leaves, speckling the road like the bottom of a pond. The forest was wonderfully full of life. He thought about painting it sometime, if he could ever find room in their apartment to set up an easel. 

It was that exact wildlife that seemed keen on ruining his day even further. 

In all fairness, he was pretty distracted. The time he spent with his sister kept his mind reeling. The idea of seeing his dad again was... not something he was too keen on.

He was so distracted that he didn't see the deer until it was right in front of him. 

He swerved, taking a hard right to avoid hitting it. The back end of his car hit something, a telephone pole, and spun out, the airbag deploying like a punch to the face. The car tilted, his door almost level with the dirt, but he couldn't feel gravity pulling him toward it. Was he in a ditch? 

What had just happened? 

He sat there, completely still, incredibly conscious and incredibly confused. The car radio continued to play. 

Then, slowly, he lifted a finger to his nose. It came away bloody. His eyes stung with tears, probably from the airbag's assault on his face. 

Carefully, he tried turning his head. No neck pain, that was probably good. He got a look at the rest of the car. 

It was... well, it was definitely a wreck. The rear door had caved completely in. Any passengers there would have been a lot worse off than him. The front passenger door had also sustained significant damage. He leaned over to try and push it open, but it didn't budge. 

Great. Fantastic. His side of the car was flesh with the dirt, and the other side was too damaged to use the doors. That was just swell. 

Whoever had dug this abnormally large ditch was gonna... he wasn't quite sure. They probably had a good reason, it was just really, really, inconvenient.

The other super amazing thing about the whole situation was that his phone was in his bag, which just so happened to be wedged in between the right backseat and the part of the door that protruded where the pole had hit. There was no way he could reach it. 

He rested his head back, shut his eyes, and waited for something to happen. 

"I've never met nobody—" 

For fucks sake. 

Look, it wasn't that he didn't like the song. On most occasions, he would have thought it was pretty cool that it was on the radio. He just really, really didn't need to hear it right then. 

He tried to tune out his own voice, picking apart the harmony lines that they'd slaved over in the recording studio. He chose to find comfort in their voices. 

He wished he could call them. He was fine, but he was also going to be late, probably much later than he could conceive at that moment. I mean, he had to wait for someone else to call someone to get him out. That alone could be hours. The boys would worry. They would worry a lot. 

To pass the time, he played a little game with himself. As the radio droned on, playing hit song after hit song, he started counting how many songs he didn't recognize before they got to the chorus. In a way, paying close attention to the popular music playing at 7:30pm (ish) on a Tuesday was kinda productive. He picked apart what he liked, making mental note after mental note about things to try the next time he got behind some recording software. 

He thought about turning off the car, preserving gas for when it got colder, but he didn't want to risk someone driving by and thinking that the wreckage was old. If the car was still running, and the lights were still on, someone could pull over. 

He realized that he'd gotten really lucky. With how  damaged as his car was, it could have caught fire with the engine still running. He figured that, if it was going to happen, it probably would have already. 

The most he did to try and make the car safer was set the e-brake and put the car in park. 

He really did just sit there. There was nothing else to do, not until he heard loud music from something distinctly louder than his stereo. It sounded like someone had decided to throw a party right outside his car. He turned the music down, trying to pick up on what was going on. 

"Hello?" A girl called, "Is anyone in there?" 

"Yeah, I can't get out." He called back. 

A face appeared in the passenger seat window. She looked young, probably barely old enough to drive on her own. She had a cardigan wrapped tightly around her shoulders, as though it was freezing outside the car. She looked at him with wide eyes. 

She spoke through the window, the sound clear enough to suggest that there might've been a hole somewhere he couldn't see. "No fucking way. You're Jesse." 

Man. This really was a shitty day. 

Once again, it wasn't that he didn't like meeting fans. He loved it under most circumstances, it was just that talking to fans meant he was on the clock. More than anything, Jesse was not thrilled about having to put on a face for a stranger. In all fairness, he would have had to do that regardless of who showed up to rescue him.  

Alas, this was a 4*Townie, one that had he was almost certain had been sent from heaven as some kind of saviour, because she immediately covered her mouth, shaking her head a little. 

"Sorry, that's probably not helpful, are you okay?" 

He gave her a thumbs up. "Pretty sure everything is in the right place." 

"Your nose is bleeding." 

"That was the airbag."

"I'm calling an ambulance."

He was a fool for thinking he wasn't going to have to visit the hospital. It's not like someone could call the emergency line to get him out and not have him sent to hospital, not after a wreck like that. The thought of it still made him feel infinitely more tired. 

She disappeared briefly, and he turned the car off. When she returned, she held up her phone.

"Do you need to call anyone?" 

Relief trickled down his back like chills. "That would be great." 

He relayed Robaire's number to her, and she put the phone on speaker, holding it out of his line of sight, definitely near the unseen hole in the window. 

It rang for a while, then went to voicemail. 

"Hello, this is Robaire—"

He groaned. "For the love of god." 

The girl's eyes nearly bugged out of her head. Jesse gave her a smile. 

"He never answers unknown numbers the first time, if we pester him enough, he'll pick up." 

"Okay, cool, uh, let me try again then." 

It went to voicemail again. Jesse didn't let any worry fester. Robaire would pick up. 

She tried again. It rung twice, and then—

"This is Robaire speaking."

"Hi Robaire." 

"Jesse? What's with the random phone number?" 

"Doesn't matter, I'm gonna be home late, got in a minor accident." 

"Wha—" 

The girl's mouth fell open. "Minor?" 

"Jesse." He could picture Robaire pacing around the living room, eyes closed and a hand on the back of his neck. 

"It's not that bad."

"Are you okay?"

Somewhere in the distant void of the phone call, he heard Taeyoung's voice. "What happened?" 

"I'm fine, there's an ambulance on the way already."

The phone seemed to explode with chaos, and he cursed his poor wording. He couldn't get another word in over the panic.

"You need an ambulance?" Robaire's voice was the only clear one. 

"He needs an ambulance?"

"What happened?"

"Jesse's hurt?"

"I'm fine," he stated again, "relax, the ambulance is only coming because I can't get out of the car. It's precautionary." 

"How'd you end up crashing? Was anyone else involved?"

"He crashed?" 

The quality of the call changed. Jesse guessed Robaire put it on speaker. 

"I'm fine." He announced... again. 

"Were there other vehicles?"

"Just me. There was a deer." 

He was met with silence. 

Then Aaron T.'s voice came through the phone. "Aren't you supposed to just, hit the deer? Isn't that the first thing they teach you in driving school?" 

"Not always," Robaire said, "they taught me that hitting larger animals could be pretty dangerous." 

"Shut up Canadian, they only told you that because you live in a country that has moose."

Aaron Z. spoke up. "Did Jesse even go to driving school?" 

He rolled his eyes. "Yes, I had a driving instructor, can we talk about this later?" 

"Right," Robaire said, suddenly sounding like he aged ten years, "who's with you then?"

The girl went completely stiff. Jesse nodded to her. 

"Hi," she said, "I'm Amanda. I was driving by." 

"Hi Amanda, thanks for letting him use your phone." 

"It's really nothing." 

"I wouldn't say that," Aaron T. chimed in, "He can be a twat."

Jesse rolled his eyes. "Stop watching British TV shows, our manager is gonna get pissy if you keep talking like that." 

"I will do whatever I want Jesse. If I may remind you, I am an adult."

He turned to Amanda. "This is the exact reason why you should not be a fan." 

Her cheeks flamed up. "Really? I think it's kinda cute." 

"Oh ho ho." Aaron T. got much closer to the phone. "Amanda is a 4*Townie? Why didn't you say so?" 

"T—" 

"Amanda," he drew out her name, "Did you know that Jesse is afraid of peacocks?"

"What?" She glanced at him. "Really?"

"Ask me how we found out."

Jesse pleaded, "Please do not." 

Aaron T. continued anyway. "We went to a petting zoo, Tae's idea, and there was a section with peacocks. You weren't actually allowed to go in and pet the peacocks, but you know, they were there." 

"Robaire, please shut him up."

"He took the phone." Robaire sounded distracted. 

"So Jesse is not paying attention, he was brooding about something, what were you brooding about?" 

"I was not brooding." 

"Right!" Aaron T. exclaimed, "You were upset that our schedule didn't have time for the local museum."

"You could have gone without us," Taeyoung added.

"And because he was brooding, he didn't see the peacocks until we were right there, and when I tell you he screamed—" 

"Oh my God, I thought he'd just witnessed a murder or something." Taeyoung egged him on. 

"Yeah, no kidding, he was thoroughly freaked. Absolutely booked it." 

"When I get home, I'm calling management to tell them that I quit."

"Piss off," Aaron Z. said, "You couldn't leave us if you tried." 

"You'd really put your money on that?" 

"Who's gonna save you from the current peacock infestation?"

"Z!" Aaron T. cackled. 

"Don't even joke," Jesse spat, "If you've never been chased by a peacock, you don't get to pick on me for it." 

"That's a story I'd love to hear." Taeyoung said. 

"Amanda," Robaire asked, "Is it okay if I take your number down? Not for anything bad, it's just in case we need to contact you about legal stuff." 

Her voice held a confident tone, but she still looked petrified. "Yeah that's fine." 

"You've been nothing but great," Jesse assured, "the agency just might want you to sign an NDA, just as a precaution." 

"Wouldn't want personal information leaked, I get that." She nodded. "I expected as much." 

Jesse didn't hear the sirens until the trees lit up with red. 

Amanda looked over her shoulder. "That's the firetruck." 

"We should start heading to the hospital," Robaire decided.

"It could be a while still." 

"Z. looks like he's gonna blow a fuse if we don't leave right now." 

"He's already got his shoes on." Taeyoung added. 

"Okay, okay." Jesse chuckled. "I'll see you there."

The call ended, and Jesse breathed out a slow sigh. 

"They really put you at ease," Amanda observed. 

"I don't know that that's what I would've taken from the call." 

"I don't know, it just seemed like you were all really friends." 

What? Maybe he was naive, but he assumed it was obvious that they were friends. 

"We would've killed each other by now if we didn't like each other." 

"That's kinda really cool to hear. Maybe if the NDA doesn't forbid it, I could defend your honour." 

"Our honour? From what?"

She blinked. "One of the ways people try to discredit 4*Town's success is saying that you all probably hate each other." 

"That's news to me."

"Really?" 

"I don't pay much attention to that kind of stuff." 

"More power to you, I think I would be obsessed." 

"Yeah?"

"In all fairness, I don't think I'd like being famous very much at all. I mean, I can imagine this—" She gestured to the car, and then to herself. "—is pretty hard for you."

He shrugged. "You've been chill, I'm not too bothered." 

In reality, he was bothered as hell, just not bothered by her. 

"That's good to hear." She let out a nervous laugh. "Cause I've been freaking out this whole time." 

"Respectful." He changed his mind. "That's gonna take you very far." 

"Excuse me." A firefighter came into view of the window. "Hi. My name is Keith. I'm with the fire department. We have the equipment to get you out, but we need to check a few things first. Is that okay?" 

Amanda backed up. "I'll leave you to it." 

***

No matter how much he insisted he was fine, the aid car attendants still made him go to the hospital for a quick check. Someone gave him a wipe to clean the blood off his face, so when he caught sight of his reflection in the emergency room window, he looked completely and utterly normal. To anyone passing by, he probably looked like he was there to visit a patient, not a doctor.

One more thing to add to the list of things he was annoyed about. 

The emergency room staff took him to a private room, one usually used for serious injuries. He was told not to feel bad, that the ER wasn't very busy, they could afford to use the private room, but it still felt like a waste of resources and time. 

On top of that, it took them twenty long minutes to sort out the other members. Jesse asked the hospital staff about it, and his doctor sent a nurse to hunt them down, and then left to go tend to their other patients, leaving him alone with a clock and the world's most annoying heart-rate monitor. 

Finally, he heard Robaire's voice from outside the door. "How is he?"

"I can hear you," he retorted. 

The door opened, and the members filed in. 

Taeyoung cheered, "Jesse!" 

"You look normal." Aaron T. observed. 

"Please tell that to the staff, maybe they'll believe you." 

"Wow." Aaron Z. looked around. "They really put you in the most boring room." 

The door opened again, and his doctor walked in. 

"Wow! It sure got crowded in here. Jesse, I have your test results. Everything looks good. From the state your car was in, you should consider yourself very lucky."

The doctor handed him a letter-sized printout of the accident. He grimaced. Everything he'd observed from the inside looked much worse from the out. 

Robaire caught a glance of it over his shoulder. "Holy—" 

"Haha, yeah." He folded the picture quickly. "Can I go home?" 

"You're all good to go." 

"Thanks, okay, let's go." 

He shoved the photo into his back pocket, speed-walking to the ER doors. 

"Jesus christ Jesse, slow down." Aaron T. jogged to match his pace. "We're in the main parking lot." 

Taeyoung's arms slipped around his waist, his chin propped on Jesse's shoulder. "I'm glad you're not hurt."

He took the moment to breathe, to enjoy the intimacy, to dispel some of the tension that he'd held onto. The tedious part was over. He could go home now. 

It wasn't going to be as simple as going straight to bed though. From the way Robaire was looking at him, he had a feeling he was in for a load as soon as he got settled. 

"How about." Aaron T. got in the driver's seat. "I drive." 

"I call shotgun!" Taeyoung reached for the passenger door. 

"No you don't." Aaron Z. shoved his way in. "Jesse has been in enough accidents today. The two of you will not be in the front together." 

Jesse slipped into the backseat, scooting over so that he was in the middle. 

They drove in silence for a while, with nothing but the radio and the drum of the air conditioning. The car was stuffy, the tension thickening the air so much that Jesse found it hard to breathe. 

"You said it was a deer?" Robaire spoke up suddenly.

"Mhm." 

More silence, at least one song's worth. 

"That photo..."

Jesse shut his eyes to hide that he was rolling them. "It wasn't that bad."

"That was bad. That was really bad."

"I was there, I can guarantee you that it wasn't." 

"Can we save this for when I'm not driving?" He met Aaron T.'s eyes through the rear-view mirror. "I feel like it's bad juju to talk about car crashes when you're in a moving vehicle." 

"I wanna see the photo." Taeyoung complained.

Robaire slumped back into his seat. "No you don't, not if you want to sleep tonight."

"Was it really that bad?"

"Hello, still driving."

"No, it wasn't," Jesse said, "Ro, can we drop it?"

"I don't—" 

"Please?"

They made eye contact. 

"We'll talk about it more at home." 

"Can we stop for food?" Aaron Z. asked. Robaire started to disagree, but he interrupted him. "I wasn't asking you." 

"Oh my god." Taeyoung ran his hands through his hair. "If you don't stop going at each other's throats I'm gonna jump out of the car." 

Aaron T. scoffed. "Amen." 

"I don't want this to turn into a fight," Jesse put out. 

"Is McDonald's okay? It might be the only thing open right now." 

"Yeah, that's fine." 

Robaire sighed, shutting his eyes and leaning his head against the window. "I'm sorry, I'm still processing. I shouldn't snap." 

Guilt twisted in Jesse's abdomen. "No, I'm sorry, I know this kind of thing is really stressful for you. We'll get into it properly at home." 

"Are you sure?" 

They pulled into the McDonald's drive-thru. 

"I'm sure."

"Z., what do you want?" 

"Just some fries please." 

"Anyone else?"

"I'm okay, I've been snacking since my session ended." Taeyoung said.

Robaire nodded. "I'm good."

"Jesse?" 

"I'll eat at home."

"Mkay." He sounded like he didn't believe him. 

"Hello, welcome to McDonald's, what can I get started for you today?"

"Hi! Could I get two large fries and a chicken nugget happy meal please?"

"Alright, and what sauce for the nuggets?"

Aaron T. turned in his seat. "Jesse?"

"Me?"

"Yea, they're for you, what sauce?"

"Uh, sweet and sour?" 

He turned back. "Sweet and sour please." 

"And the drink?"

Jesse put on an annoyed expression, but Aaron clearly wasn't buying it. "Your drink, sir?"

"Sprite, please." 

"Sprite." 

"Alright! Is that everything for you today?"

"Yup, that's everything." 

"Your total is $7.17 at the first window." 

"Thank you!"

"Have a good day."

As soon as they started driving again, Jesse leaned forward to slap Aaron T. on the shoulder. "A happy meal? Really?" 

"Oi! Don't pretend you didn't get excited the last time I bought you a happy meal."

Jesse gaped. "Oi? Seriously, where are you picking up this new slang from?"

After getting their food, it was a straight shot home. Taeyoung insisted that Jesse check what toy he got, and had been fiddling with the plastic Snow White keychain since he handed it over. By the time they got out of the car, he'd attached it to the collar of his shirt. Jesse thought it was cute. 

After a day like the one he'd had, home sweet home took on a new meaning. He practically collapsed onto the couch, the happy meal box abandoned on the coffee table as he threw his arms around one of the decorative pillows.

"It is so good to be home." He breathed it in. 

The other boys moved around each other in the well practised dance of bringing the apartment back to life. Lights turned on, kitchen cupboards opened, the sliding glass door to the balcony opened, curtains were drawn, and finally, they all sat. 

Aaron Z. discarded the happy meal box, emptying the contents onto a lunch-sized plate and handing the fine cuisine to Jesse. He blindly took a nugget. 

"So," Robaire said. 

"It really wasn't that bad." 

"Jesse—"

"Please just, let me say my piece, and then whatever." 

Everyone watched him. He took that as his cue to continue.

"I know the picture looked bad, and there's no way that car is ever hitting the road again, but from the inside? It was fine. I was, I am fine. Honest to god the only thing I was worried about was worrying all of you. I saw a deer, I swerved to avoid it, I ended up in a ditch, and I'm fine."

"Can I see the picture?" Taeyoung asked again. 

He hesitated, looking to Robaire for his opinion.

"If he wants to." Robaire shrugged. "Better than letting his imagination run wild." 

He fished the folded paper out of his pocket and tossed it to Taeyoung. He opened it, and the colour drained from his face. 

"That is not a minor car accident." 

"Let me see." Aaron T. clambered over. "Holy shit. Dude, how are you alive?"

"It wasn't—"

"—That bad, no, that is bad. That photo is horrific."

"Pass it over," Aaron Z. said. 

He groaned, shoving his face back into the pillow. "It's done now. It happened, and it's done." 

"I don't think that's true." Robaire stole one of the fries off Jesse's plate.

"What a surprise." 

"You're smart enough to know how close you came to hitting that pole head on. Don't tell me that doesn't affect you at all."

"I was in that car, not you. You don't get to tell me what I should or shouldn't be feeling." 

"I'm just—" 

"I know! You're our leader, but you're not responsible for us. You're gonna drive yourself crazy if you make it your problem whenever one of us does something stupid."

His eyes narrowed. "This isn't about me." 

"Oh yeah? Then listen to me."

"I'm listening." 

"The crash wasn't that bad. It was annoying. It's annoying that they made me go to the hospital, and it's annoying that you aren't believing me when I say that I'm fine." 

"Your car crashed."

"Not this again." He pulled his head back out of the pillow to glare at Robaire. 

"You could have gotten really hurt."

"I didn't." 

"You could have died Jesse." He couldn’t come up with a response, not before Robaire continued. "You lost the privilege to do stupid shit when you joined this band." 

"Respectfully." Jesse glared. "I could care less about what my contract says right now." 

"It's not about your contract, it's about you swerving into ditches and hitting poles." 

"Jesus Christ, it was one time." 

"One time that could have killed you." 

"Oh my fucking God, let it go." 

"I need you alive Jesse. I—"

Jesse's breath latched onto the back of his throat. He nearly choked on it. Robaire took in a shaky breath of his own, pausing briefly before continuing, his voice thick.

"Need you."

"Ro—"

"Like it or not, I care about you. We all do. Being in 4*Town means you don't get to put yourself in situations where we might lose you." 

"I'm sorry."

"Just." He sighed. "Tell me it was worth it.” 

"It was." 

"And you’re okay?"

"I’m okay." 

"Okay." 

Aaron T. shifted, nervous tension evident in his brows. "So much for not arguing." 

"It might have been warranted." Jesse tried to laugh it off. "The photo does make it look pretty bad, I just, it didn't feel like life or death, it just kinda sucked." 

Taeyoung looked at him with wilty eyes. "I don't think I could be okay after something like that."

In all fairness, Taeyoung's emotional intelligence was much higher than Jesse's. Maybe he wasn't okay. Maybe he just hadn't realised it yet. The expectation was too much though. Some stubborn part of his brain wouldn't let him give into Robaire's stupid comforting face, or Taeyoung's sad, inviting eyes. He didn't feel like he needed to. He wasn't hurt enough to warrant an argument, or whatever this weird intervention was. He wasn't hurt at all. He wasn't afraid, or overly aware of his mortality, or anything that you were supposed to feel after a car accident. He was fine. He felt fine, so he was fine, right? 

He wasn't trying to wrangle his emotions back into their ill-sized bottle, he'd never opened the bottle in the first place. He'd felt nothing. 

Nothing but annoyed, that is. 

But they didn't believe him, and now there was some expectation that he'd eventually come around and give them something. Some kind of admission fee to the 'I have normal human emotions' club. Some uncomfortable, too tight turtleneck that pressed into his neck just enough to feel like he was choking slightly.  They'd expect him to cry, or to yell, or to fall to pieces, and then they'd comfort him. The comfort would be good. 

He hated that he was too stubborn to let them help. He hated that he couldn't figure out what he wanted comfort for. He just wanted it. 

God, he was spiralling. 

As soon as he had the conscious thought, he snapped out of it. He was being ridiculous. If there was one thing that the boys told each other over and over again, it was that they didn't need to be broken, or at rock bottom, or going through the worst moment of their life to deserve support. All he had to do was ask. It's not like that was hard, totally not incredibly difficult or anything. His stubborn ass sure thought so. 

"I feel like I should've been afraid," he admitted, "and it really scares me that I wasn't."

The mood shifted, and a wave of anxious pain washed through his muscles. Everyone was looking at him again. He saw their relief. He wished he could share in it. 

"This all just happened." Taeyoung stole Jesse's safety decorative pillow, leaving him with nothing to do with his hands. "You're home now, and you'll start coming down from it, and maybe you'll feel things and maybe you won't. That doesn't mean there's anything wrong with you. You don't get to choose how you process the stuff that happens to you, not the pace, not the intensity, none of it. Your brain is smarter than it lets you know, you have to trust it to know what you need, even if you don't think you do." 

"What if I'm doing something bad, like bottling stuff up, and I don't know it?"

"There's no way to know for sure, but if you are? I'll be here when you're ready to let them out."

"Aye aye," Aaron T. chimed in, "me too." 

Jesse fixed him a weird look. "Pirate talk now?" 

"Rebranding. Gonna go by Aaron P."

"P?" Aaron Z. blinked. "The press will eat you alive." 

"Aaron P. for Aaron Press Master. They'll love me so much they'll forget to make jokes."

"I thought P. was for pirate." 

"That too. There are many good things that start with P." 

"I really am sorry Ro, for crashing, for this, for everything." 

"I'm really just glad you're okay."

A small smile toyed at his lips. "Me too." 

***

His bed was heaven. He laid face down, arms and legs spread in full starfish as he sank into his mattress. Every ounce of stress in his body fled as he succumbed to the world's most comfortable spot. 

After chowing down and watching some TV, Jesse had retreated to his room, and man, he was glad to be there. He had some internalising to do, but that was a tomorrow issue. For now? He was going to sleep. 

Jesse put a lot of emphasis on sleep. He valued the hours that he got to unwind, the way it lifted the heaviness of everything that happened that day, the way he didn't owe the moment anything. 

He ended up getting up again to shut the lights off, and slip under the covers. He slept with two pillows, one under his head and one lengthwise on the side of his bed closest to the door. The second pillow was the secret to making his bed so comfortable. No matter what position he slept in, that pillow enhanced it. Tonight was 'sleep with his back to pillow #2' kinda night, he discovered quickly. 

As soon as he was comfortable, his mind started to drift. He thought about Amanda, and wondered if maybe he should call her to let her know that he was okay. Was that something he was supposed to do? 

He thought about the ER, and his reflection, his slightly fluffed, but still normal hair, his makeup-less face, his eyes especially, void of any worry or pain.  He wondered what the other members had seen when they walked into the private room. 

What about in the car? What had Amanda seen? It must have been different from the Jesse on the cover of their CD's, or the Jesse from their music videos. Was car crash Jesse more honest than that? 

God, the car crash. 

The deer, its wide, scared eyes as Jesse mindlessly hurtled toward it. He saw that again. His mind's eye was as vivid as ever, playing the crash again in slow motion like something a shitty director would put in their movie. He felt his seatbelt yank him back into his seat, he felt the airbag explode outwards, he felt the car stop. 

Even once everything was frozen, he could hear the metal screeching. He waited for something to move again. 

His face hurt a lot, but it was deeper this time, somewhere within the tissues of his cheeks. He tried to wipe the blood from nose away again, only to find tears when he pulled his hand away. 

He waited, holding onto anything he could get his hands on. He waited for an impact, for something to happen so that he could stop dreading it. It was like he was in the air, falling, and waiting to hit a ground that he couldn't see. 

The anxiety of it all was so bad he thought he was gonna shatter. 

So much for not feeling anything. He had the audacity to laugh. He hoped whatever divine force had put that deer in front of him was happy, now that he was living through the accident again with regular car crash pains included, and then some.

Why was his dad trying to come back? 

Why now? Why was Jesse so upset about it? It's not like he'd hurt him. It's not like he left. 

And he was back home, a teenager all over again. His report card was on the counter, his backpack over his shoulder. His wallet was heavy in his pocket. 

Within a moment, he was running. The day was cruel in how beautiful it was, not unlike the sun setting on the road back from his sister's house. There were no clouds, no shelter from the heat, no shadows to stop and catch his breath in, not until he reached the train station. 

There was his father, disappointed, holding his college acceptance letter. 

The rest of the train station vanished, leaving just him and his dad. 

A vase smashed. It sounded like metal.

And he was back, frozen in his car, waiting for something to happen. 

"It's okay, you're okay." 

Whose voice was that? 

"Just breathe, you're safe."

He was suddenly aware of a set of arms, one wrapped around his side and the other combing through his hair. 

"You're home, and you're safe." It was Aaron Z. 

He caught glimpses of his room again, glimpses that he desperately tried to hold on to. They were slippery, fading not back to the crash, but to wherever he went when he zoned out. 

He focused hard on the feeling of Aaron Z. next to him, the way the bed felt different with the weight of another person, the slow, methodical movement of the hand tasked with messing up Jesse's hair, and even more importantly, his smell. 

Privately, he wondered if Aaron Z. had put cologne on just to come cuddle. He'd ask him about that later. 

Regardless, he smelled good, and even more notably he smelled like himself, which was wildly grounding. He breathed the scent in and out, until he wasn't fighting to keep himself in reality. 

"Wha—" He was strangely out of breath. 

"Welcome back." 

"What was that?"

"I don't," he paused, "I don't know. A panic attack?"

"I think I just time travelled."

"A flashback?"

"I guess."

"Are you okay?"

Was he? Probably not. Okay people don't have flashbacks, not outside of movies. 

"I don't... I don't think so." 

"Okay." 

The hand disappeared from his head, and he turned to face Aaron. 

"Thanks, that uh, really helped." 

"Whatever you need."

"Can you stay?"

"Of course." 

"Literally marry me." 

He chuckled softly, adjusting to hold Jesse closer to him. He buried his face into the warmth of his chest. 

"Wanna talk about it?"

He hummed. "Wanna sleep." 

"Alright, get some sleep."

"You're the best."

His voice was fond. "Goodnight Jesse."

"Goodnight."

He'd be lying if he said he didn't get lost in his thoughts again, but with Aaron Z. there, it was much easier to bring himself back. It took him a while, but sleep finally prodded at his mind, waiting for him to give into it. 

Was he coming out of shock? Who knows, but at least it was something. As his consciousness was whisked away, acknowledged that maybe the day wasn't as inconvenient as he thought. For once, the comfort he felt was secure. He believed that, no matter what, that the boy's love for him had no conditions. 

He could live with that.

#FINALLY WROTE A JESSE POV FIC #good day to be jesse biased tbh #idk why it took me too long I love him sm #also his kids are not mentioned but that's because I imagine this taking place before they exist #his kids? not born yet #the snow white keychain happy meal toys are from 2001 so it's technically canon-compliant that he doesn't have kids yet #unless his kids have canon ages?? but I don't think they do #anyways #tw car accident #tw car wreck #cw car accident #cw car wreck #car accident tw #car wreck tw #car accident cw #car wreck cw #tw disassociation #cw dissociation #disassociation tw #disassociation cw #tw flashbacks #cw flashbacks #flashbacks tw #flashbacks cw #Turning Red #turning red fandom #turning red fanfic #4*town #4*town fanfic #4*town jesse

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Updated: 04.07.22

This is only Syverson x reader

I do not own this Character and do not claim that I am!

New Content from this Blog:

MY AO3 Account

Note: I am not going to put out content as quickly as I used to. I felt pressure to do so but now I take my time. So please do not ask for next parts or when I will post again. If I know at the time I post something I will let you know.

*I will mark things NEW for up to one week!*

ALL Syverson x reader

disclaimer: I try to be as inclusive as I can. But reading some of my fics I realize that I did not always achieve that! I am working on my wording to make sure that everyone no matter body type or skin color feels included. If there is something you feel like needs to be addressed please reach out to me!

One shots/Headcanons/Imagines

A cold tent but a warm Captain: Part 1 

Things that Syverson does that drives you crazy 

Things you do that drive the Captain crazy 

Syverson vs Your Period

My Syverson look alike

Imagine holding hands with Sy: Different typ of situations you hold Sy’s hand , Part 2, 

Syverson being attracted to your innocence

Being Highschool sweethearts with Sy

Syerson being in love with a soft woman 

Being Syverson’s Trophy Wife

Syverson Helping you with your ED

My Sweet Peach  TW: SMUT

Soft Sleepy Baby (NEW) TW: some angst, fluff, reader struggling to sleep

Imagines:

Imagine going skinny dipping with Syverson

Imagine dancing naked with the Captain

Moodboards:

Road Trip with Syverson

Your Life with Countryboy Syverson 

Late Night Hobby

Syverson’s Proposal (NEW)

Series

Viking!Sy The Lost Pearl

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8 , Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13 (NEW), Part 14 (NEW), Part 15 (NEW), Part 16 (NEW)

And there was only one bed:

Part 1 (on old Blog), Part 2  , Part 3 

King of Clans: The Protector 

Viking!Sy x reader

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, part 4, Part 5, Part 6 , Part 7 , Part 8 , Part 9 , Part 10 , Part 11

My old Blog: Masterlist

Syverson x reader

Desert Red

Damn you are tall

Please no Doctor: TW: DD/LG

And there was only one bed 

 Giving Good Catholic Boy Syverson his first Blowjob (NSFW)

Loving your form: TW: big boob reader, nsfw

Massage Syverson x big!breast reader TW Smut

Syverson being attracted to your innocence, Part 2, Part 3  (TW Smut)

Syverson x reader: A surprise for his book worm girlfriend (Fluff)

Syverson x reader working out: TW Smut 

Syverson x big!breast reader: NON Smut version

Syversonx bigBreast!reader: SMUT version

A Captains Return: (TW Smut-ish, daddy kink)

Syverson x noise!sensitive reader:

Captain “No Sadness” Syverson: TW: Period

Soft Summer night: TW: smut (hand-job, oral sex (fem. re))

Torn between worlds: TW: angst, Sy feeling sad

 A warm Italian night:TW (Smut on balcony, oral sex) 

Headcanons

The Captain as different jobs (NSFW)

Captain Syverson Kink

Soft!dom Sy

How they are when you are one year sober: TW: addiction 

Finding out the Captain is submissive: TW: Sub!Sy

All these fics can be found on the masterlist linked above

Series:

Viking Syverson AU: Finished

Syverson is a Captain from the north. Your villages will unite by him marrying you the daughter of the leader of your tribe. TW: arranged marriage, nudity, smut, fluff, bit of angst

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5 (final part)

Viking!Au Oneshot TW (smut, a bit of angst)

Farmers daughter (on-hold):

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Sy POV Chapter 1&2:

Sy POV Chapter 3 & a bit of 4):

Sy POV Chapter 4:

Sy POV Chapter 5:

Sy POV Chapter 6:

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Hi! Would you like to share some of your fav RPFs?

Adding a cut, because this list will continue to grow as I update it.

Disclaimer: My recommendation does not serve as an endorsement of everything that is said in these stories. Rather, it’s simply that I’ve read and enjoyed the stories listed.

Here are my top 10, all worthy of multiple re-reads (updating as I go along so check back):

听候发落; As You Wish by piggycat, translated to English by sunsandships - This story completely blew me away. I can say without hesitation that this is the best GGDD fic I’ve ever read. It’s a very long fic and I read it in one sitting. That should give you an idea of how good it is. I love the realism of it. It doesn’t read like a fairy tale, yet has all the qualities of angst, sweetness, etc. that make those fairy tale-ish ones so enjoyable. The author wrote some excellent companion pieces that really add to the story, which were also translated by sunsandships.

Epiphyte by feenwitch - Beautiful slow burning story where DD has retired somewhat and helps GG who is really burnt out.

Fixtures and Fittings by ella_minnow - DD is a famous motorcycle racer, GG is an interior designer hired to remodel his home. The mood of this one has really stuck with me.  

The Scent of Happiness by vesna - Beautifully told. DD is famous in this story, but GG owns a bakery/cafe.

With Joy and Purpose by feenwitch - A heartbreaking space story where DD is an android stranded on a distant planet that GG crashes onto.

forehead kisses, break my knees by kinkywrists. - One of those angsty, sad stories with a lot of emotional depth. Well written, very engaging.

小偷玫瑰 · Voleur de Roses - This is a very angsty, heartbreaking story from the Chinese fandom, by AbyssJIN, translated by Fefedove.

if you would only let you by gdgdbaby - GG and DD take a road trip.

Victorian AU by vesna - Memorable, sweet slow burner set in Victorian London.

Finding Yibo by vesna - Adorable, infectiously charming tale where DD turns into a small child that GG has to care for.

Cut to the Feeling by vesna - DD is a PA and a dance instructor, GG is an idol. Interesting story, different atmosphere from the usual.    

Pretty Dead by Verona95 - Detective GG and student DD come together during a murder investigation. Interesting and suspenseful, with a very unique atmosphere. So good.

Others I recommend:

yesterday, tomorrow by sophiahelix - GG and DD are filming a movie on location, and working through relationship issues along the way.

Stripped by vesna - GG is an art student and English tutor, DD is a dance student and part time nude model. Very cute, often humorous story.    

you can take my heart by ThirtySixSaveFiles - Another space story where DD is an android and GG is a pilot/mechanic.

a bar at the folies-bergère by Anonymous - GG is a painter and DD is a bartender. Short but very sweet.

A Weekend in Sanya by biscutpoo - Excellent story. Highly recommended.

aubade by ThirtySixSaveFiles - A sweet, mildly angsty space story where GG and DD are on opposite sides of a diplomatic negotiation.

citrus, cypress, sandalwood, sage by ThirtySixSaveFiles - Very sweet story where GG is a witch and DD is a model.

Close Your Pretty Eyes by DeviyudeThoolika - Angsty, heartbreaking story with some truly gutting romantic dialogue.

Satisfaction Brought it Back by feenwitch - DD turns into a cat and is given to GG to care for. Very sweet story.

you, in every world by Deinde - A heartsick DD is hurled into the world of the Untamed, where he meets WWX and LWJ. There is a sequel where both GG and DD return.

Venus by brooklinegirl - Short steamy story on the set of the Bazaar photo shoot.

Mystery Dance by vesna - DD is teased for being a virgin.

Doctor, Doctor by feenwitch - Short, sweet space story where GG is ship’s doctor caring for the flirty, wild DD through his various adventures.

Love In the Afternoon by DeviyudeThoolika - Angsty, lovely story where GG is a therapist helping idol DD deal with insomnia.

Making my loneliness small by becka - A very sweet, at times slightly melancholic, story where DD is an idol and GG is a graphic designer turned farmer.

to love you well by timelykey - One of my absolute favorite tropes; ‘taking care of a sick friend’. GG is sick and DD comes to the rescue. Really enjoyed this one.

I enjoy the skill and care that goes into these stories. They are infused with sweetness and warmth. Some of them are more ‘realistic’, some of them are set in other universes, but they all share an obvious love for GG and DD. None attempt to ‘intrude’ into their actual lives. These are works of fiction.

I think we might all hope to be loved enough that people would want to write this sort of sweetness about us, and that we could be so in love as to inspire it.

More of my thoughts on RPF can be found here.

Also, I’m always happy to get new recommendations!

Here are some of the things I enjoy:

Angst (although not gratuitous angst)

Hurt/comfort, especially grief, or taking care of sick/injured

Enemies to lovers

Stupid, oblivious pining

Hilarious, ridiculous idiots

"But I thought I was straight"

Modern AU preferred, although I'm open to really good fic from any setting

I prefer 'realistic' stories over fantastical ones (vampires, etc), but I'm open to anything well-written

15k - 150k preferred, but open to others

In case you're new here, I don't gaf about top/bottom (my only preference is that people stop making such a big deal about it)

Here are some things I'd like to avoid:

Mpreg

Gender switch

ABO (although Dom/sub is fine)

Incest

Fandom crossover (with anything other than people/characters directly connected to GGDD)

I prefer stories that aren't overly fluffy

I don't read WIP, but if you have a good one to recommend, do so and I'll mark it for when it's complete.

My WangXian fic recs can be found here.

#fan fiction #bjyx #yizhan #recommendations #ggdd fanfic

[dadolorian]

Seven Days of Valentines, (Diamonds and Daddies side story) Whiskey x F!Reader CH 2

A/N: Thanks to @talesfromtheguild​ for Beta reading and helping me with many ideas for this! This will be a weekly series leading up to Valentines Day

I try to keep Readers physical appearance as open as possible for this story, but please note in these chapters shes going to become more of a ‘character’, some specific interests of hers are going to come into play.

This is canon to the main Diamonds and Daddies story, but i am uploading as its own thing. You do not need to have read Diamonds and Daddies to read this, just know its a fic about Jack ‘Whiskey’ Daniels being a Sugar Daddy and the reader is a professional Sugar Baby.

Fandom: Kingsman the golden circle Ship: Jack ‘Whiskey’ Daniels x Cis F!reader  Warning/tags: established relationship, fluff, semi-public sex, sex against a window, P in V sex, fingering, Oral (M and F receiving) , multiple orgasms, slight over stimulation, dirty talk, choking, Daddy kink, DD/LG/BDSM style relationship, creampie,biting/marking, possessive language, aftercare, Jacks both a gentleman and a DIRTY BASTARD, Reader is 100% into it all

Word count: 6K +

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Summary: Whiskey whisks his Sugar baby away for a romantic Valentine’s getaway. Day two he takes her to see her favorite work of art. 

Tuesday  9th of February

The second morning in Rome started with an early morning makeout session, soft, gentle kisses roused you from sleep, followed by a shower and a traditional Italian breakfast delivered to your suite as the two of you sat watching people make their way to the coliseum. 

The coffee and crespelles were a perfect way to start the day, made all the more better by Jack’s large hand resting on your thigh, drawing gentle patterns with his thumb as you each sipped your mugs in comfortable silence. 

By eight thirty AM the two of you were dressed in your warm clothes and out the door, ready to partake in whatever adventure Jack had planned. 

You sat literally on the edge of your seat in excitement as you were driven around Rome to our destination for the day. Jack warmly chuckled beside you at your boundless enthusiasm, smiling wider to himself as you began snapping pictures along the way of the general beauty that was Rome. 

Once you were dropped off Jack took your hand in his, leading the way up the road and round the corner. You practically hummed in excitement beside him, bouncing in glee as the large walls of Vatican City loomed over you. 

“Jaaaacccckkkk!” you squealed delightedly, as he led you to the back of a growing queue. “Are we going where I think we’re going?” 

He chuckled at your excitement again. “Couldn't take my girl to Rome without letting her see her favorite work of art could I?” 

You bounced in place, trying to express your excitement and gratitude in any articulate way you could, you cupped his face and pulled him down for an expressive kiss on his cheek. 

“You have no idea how excited I am Jack!” You elated, almost jumping for joy beside him. 

He tried to calm you down and keep you still by resting his hands on your hips, pulling you to his front in a gentle embrace. 

“I have a fair idea Sugar,” he hummed, kissing your brow affectionately. “I remember when you mentioned wanting to visit Rome, on our New Year's trip, just a passing comment, but your eyes lit up when you mentioned the Sistine Chapel, I just knew I had to take you one day Darlin.” 

Your hands rested lightly on his chest, with your gaze cast down you smiled, tenderly remembering the brief exchange you had shared months prior. At the time you never took much note of your conversation, having forgotten all about it until Jack had surprised you with this trip, but clearly Jack had taken notice, and went through great pains to make your wish you had barely ever shared before a reality. 

You had lost count of the amount of times he proved himself of how utterly perfect he was for you was incalculable. 

He amazed you every day, outdoing himself with each little surprise or adoring words, each grand gesture or gentle peck, each casual touch or passionate kiss.

Jack Daniels, as cocky, ridiculous, and flirtatious as he was, was everything you had ever hoped for. 

“I wish I knew, just how to show my gratitude to you Jack,” you whispered softly to him.

He gently pulled your gaze back up to meet his.

 “Darlin, you don’t need to do anything other than stay with me. You’ve made this lonely heart feel something again for the first time in years, and that's more than enough for me.” 

Your lower lip wobbled and your eyes threatened to spill, Jack preemptively stopped your sappy tears from spilling with a gentle kiss to your lips. 

“Come on Darlin, lines moving.”  

Jack walked arm in arm with you throughout the whole tour of Vatican city, your gaze was often fixed to the beautiful architecture or paintings, but everytime you glanced over at Jack, his eyes were fixed on you. You had his whole attention, not the paintings, not the tour guide, you. 

“Jack?” You asked softly, concerned he was only humoring you and didn't actually care about anything you were seeing. “Aren't you interested in all this?”

“Oh I am Darlin,” he reassured. “But I love watching the way your eyes light up, better than any painting here.” 

“You’re just trying to butter me up Cowboy,” you smiled up at him. 

“Can’t help it Sugar, pretty thing like you on my arm? Who can blame me?” 

“You flatter me Jack, You’ve been sweet talking me from the moment we met, I don't even think you would know how to stop,” you teased. 

He chuckled and kissed your cheek. 

“No Darlin, I don't think I would know how to either.” 

It was impossible to express just how fantastical it felt to see some of the famous pieces found in the Vatican museum, Raphael’s ‘Transfiguration’, The statue of Laocoön and his sons, The Vision of St. Helen , Da Vinci's St. Jerome in Wilderness, masterpieces you had only ever seen photos of on the internet or in your meager collection of art History books. Completely indescribable.  But these experiences paled in comparison to seeing Michelangelo’s Creation of Adam, photos could not compare to how breathtaking it was. It loomed above you, alongside dozens of other High Renaissance masterpieces, but your eyes were pulled back to that one each time. 

You imagined Michelangelo, centuries ago, in his genius, laying on his back atop the precarious scaffolding as he painted it, how grueling it was, how long it took.

You never thought you would ever see it, not in person, it had been such a fantasy to you you had never really mentioned it before until Jack had asked you those months ago.

Daddies had taken you on vacations before, trips to sunny beaches and tropical getaways, when they wanted to impress you and have you show some skin, but not once had they ever asked you where you wanted to go, what you wanted to see. 

There had been no desire to share your interests, to take you to experience culture and art over bikinis and parties. Jack had been right, you had been with some shit Daddies before you met him. 

The picturesque beaches and clear oceans may have been pretty to look at, but it couldn't hold a candle to the beauty above you.  

Standing there, with your neck strained up at the ceiling, your eyes began to water for the umpteenth time since you had landed in Italy, but you willed them away this time, focusing on the painting to burn the experience into your memory and refusing to let the tears fog your vision as emotions overwhelmed you once again. 

“Baby?” Jack’s soft voice cut in, his arms wrapped around your middle as he came up behind you, kissing your forehead. “You good?”

“Perfect, Jack,” you whispered back, giving your neck a break by resting the back of your head on him. 

“Everything you ever dreamed about?” He asked, following your gaze to the painting.

“Better,” you sighed, squeezing his arms around you. 

You clung to Jack’s arm as you made your way out of Vatican city and back to the streets of Rome. He patted your hand affectionately, placing a kiss to your temple. 

You had been so...so... moved, by Jack's surprise, by the artworks, by the experience and you knew you couldn’t express it to him. And you knew he knew.

You were beginning to understand the magnitude of his affections, he wasn’t just trying to impress you, to show off and boost his ego like many men before him. 

No, Jack's masculinity wasn’t so fragile that he had to prove himself like that, he may flash his money for you, to buy you trinkets and clothes just as they all had before, but the way he went about it was so different. 

Stuff wasn’t what he relied on to keep you with him, no, he kept you by his side by paying attention, by caring about you, for you.

He wanted to make you happy, truly, and he expected nothing from you in return apart from your companionship. 

His words from earlier in the day were really starting to strike a chord with you.

“You’ve made this lonely heart feel something again for the first time in years.”

You looked up at him from the corner of your eye as he led you through the streets. He seems to know where he wanted to go, and you trusted him not to get you lost. 

“Jack,” you whispered softly. “I-” 

“Don’t need to say a thing Baby,” he interrupted. “I know.” 

“But, I-” you sighed. “How?” 

“How do I know?” he asked, amused. “Baby you thank me every damn time I do something for you, no matter how big or small, I've picked up on a few things. I can tell when you’re struggling to figure out how to thank me.” 

He stopped in his tracks, guiding you to his front and pulling one of your hands up to his lips to kiss it. 

“You tear up when something specially meaningful, those are the times you can’t figure out what to say,” he cupped your face in his large, warm hands. They felt nice against the chill that had clung to your cheeks. “But you don’t need to say anything Sugar, I can tell just by lookin at’cha you’re grateful. It made you happy, that's all I wanted. I don’t need a ‘thank you’, I just need you.” 

Your lip wobbled and you pouted up at him, making him chuckle. 

“See? Just like that, and I get yer waterworks running,” he teased, thumb wiping a tear that was threatening to spill.

You rolled your eyes and swatted his chest playfully. 

“None of that Darlin” he laughed, ducking his head to kiss you. “My Baby gets all sappy for Daddy’s sweet words huh?”

“Don’t get cocky,” you giggled, trying to duck from him gleefully. 

“Thought you liked me ‘cocky’,” he joked as you turned and tried to walk off, pulling you back into his grip, back flush against his front. “Specially when it’s inside-” 

“Jack! People are watching!” you laughed, swatting at him over your shoulder, grateful at least your conversation wasn't too loud and probably not understood by the locals who rolled their eyes at the childish tourists as they passed. 

He laughed merrily, letting you go and gently taking your hand. 

“Such a killjoy,” he joked, leading the two of you again. “Come on then Sugar, lets get some lunch.”

Lunch  turned out to be in this adorable local cafe hidden down many sidestreets. 

Jack told him a work colleague told him about the hidden gem, unknown to most tourists, and had made a point to bring you there. 

You sat inside, safe from the bitter cold as you sipped your hot drinks and shared croissants and muffins.

Silence passes between you, as you watch from your window the small trickle of locals walk by, trudging through the remaining snow slush, on their way to wherever it was they were going.  It was a perfect way to relax after your tour, Jack told you to enjoy it while it lasted, because he had one more surprise for the day. 

Jack’s second surprise was a tour of Castel sant'angelo. 

It was originally built as a mausoleum, over the centuries it became a fortress and castle, in modern times, it had become a museum. 

“Two museum tours in one day?” You asked, humming as the two of you walked over the beautifully sculpted bridge leading up to the impressive building hand in hand. 

“Well with it being so close to the Vatican, I thought ‘Why not?’ , and I know how much my Baby appreciates her art and history,” he smiled.

Taking his words from earlier to hear, you thanked him with just a kiss on the cheek.

Jack insisted the two of you could walk back to your hotel by the time you were kicked out of the castle at closing time. 

‘Just a forty minute walk’ he promised.

You pouted at him, shaking your head no.  

“My feet are killing me Jack,” you whined. 

“Won't it be romantic though Baby?” He asked, trying to convince you.“Walking through the streets of Rome at night? Just the two of us?” 

 It did sound nice, in theory, but the sky was clouded over, your feet hurt, the ground was covered in slush and it was starting to seep into your supposedly waterproof boots. 

“My toes are going numb and it’s freezing Jack!” 

“But Baby-”

“Daddy,” you sniveled, trying to appeal to his dominant, caring role over you. You wrapped your arms around yourself to block out the cold as the temperature dropped further. It was bearable in the day, sunlight and warm clothes enough to keep you reasonably warm. But you weren't dressed with the expectation of being outdoors too long, and as the snow began to fall you pulled yourself to his chest, snuggling into his warmth. 

“Please Daddy, I don't want to walk like this.” 

He sighed and wrapped an arm around you, caving to his instincts to care for you. 

“Alright then, let me call a cab Honey Bee,” he relented, pulling out his phone. 

You groaned when you made your way into the hotel room, throwing the keycard on the table and collapsing by the door , tearing off your boots and letting your soaked, numb toes free. 

Jack chuckled at your dramatic behaviour, not removing any of his gear much to your confusion. 

“There’s a few more presents on the bed for you,” he smiled, heat in his eyes and flashing his canines at you as he crouched down in front of you, stroking your cheek. “Want you to go in there and put them on-” 

“Jack, my feet are too sore for any heels toni-”

“No heels, Honey Bee,” he said, his tone and use of your moniker a clear warning for you to fall in line. “You’ll like it, I promise. Now go open your presents and get dressed while I go pick up dinner.” 

He stood up as you nodded and took his hand when he offered it, helping you up and grabbing the keycard from where you discarded it.

“Be back soon Baby,” he smiled as he opened the door and left. 

Alone, you padded into the bedroom, your feet grateful for the plush carpet as you made your way over to the bed. 

Laid out across the sheets was a beautiful little pair of pink and black satin sleep shorts, a matching bralette, a cute pair of pink fluffy bunny slippers, and a long fuzzy pink gown. You ran your fingers over the material of them all, amazed at how soft they all were. 

Atop your outfit for the night was another folded up note. You picked it up carefully and opened it up, greeted by Jack’s familiar scrawl once again. 

“Day two of seven, I know your feet must be real sore today Baby, I hope a relaxing evening with Daddy makes up for it. Get dressed and go pick out a movie out in the livin room for me.  Happy Valentine’s Week Sugar,  Love Jack” 

You softened, reading his words, again as you folded the note back up and began redressing. 

The satin felt even smoother as it covered your skin, and the fuzzy robe and slippers helped warm you up after your cold trip back to your suite. 

Once dressed you wandered out into the living area,  delighted to see the couch covered in soft blankets and pillows, a gift hamper sat on the coffee table containing sweets, a bottle of wine, glasses and some foot lotion. Your heart warmed at the thoughtfulness of it all and how intimately comfortable it was.

As you snuggled under one of the blankets and flicked on the TV, scrolling through movie options you heard the keycard beep and the door unlock. 

“Back Darlin!” Jack called from the entranceway , you heard him put something down and head to the bedroom. 

He joined you a few minutes later, wearing nothing but a pair of sweatpants that hung low on his hips and his trademark stetson, carrying a large pizza box. 

You smiled and bit your lip, admiring his little tummy that you loved so much.

He placed the box on the coffee table and snuggled under the blanket with you. 

“Pick something out Baby?” He asked, one arm over the back of the couch and other hand wandering up your thigh under your robe and resting there. 

“I think so,” you hummed, relaxing back into his embrace and warmth, head resting on his shoulder. “Sci-Fi movie by the looks of it.” 

“Prospect?” Jack questioned. “Don’t usually sound like our kinda thing Darlin.” 

“Yeah, but one of the actors caught my eye in the preview clips,” you giggled. “He looks like you Daddy.” 

He quirked his eyebrow at you and gave you a shrug, letting you click play as he pulled the pizza and wine over for you to share. 

You almost choked on your pizza when the actor showed up and Jack exclaimed in annoyance that he looked nothing like him. 

“What are you talking about?” You laughed. “He could be your twin!” 

“I know for a fact my Mamma only gave birth to one Daniels boy thank you very much!” He proclaimed. 

You giggled hysterically, curling into him, trying not to knock the pizza box onto the floor. 

“He’s just you with more scruff!” You gasped for breath between your laughter. “Listen to him he’s even got a southern accent too!” 

“I resent being compared to a scruffy, sweaty, bastard space man who talks so damn weird Darlin!” 

You covered your mouth, biting back a sassy comment about the ‘talks weird’ comment and tried to compose yourself. 

“How can you not see it?” You asked when you finally calmed down. “The similarities are scary.”

The two of you eventually agreed to disagree as you finished your pizza and wine and moved on to a few after dinner chocolates from the hamper. 

Jack rubbed your feet with the lotion as you lay on the couch sideways, easing the tension and soreness from your feet in his lap as the movie went on. You melted to his touch, unwinding from the long day on your feet. 

You had taken quite a liking to the southern spaceman with the silver tongue, much to Jack's growing annoyance, he grumbled as you cooed at the man on screen.

But as irritated as he was, he pulled you to his side in comfort as you watched your little crush have his arm amputated, hiding your face in Jack’s chest throughout the difficult scene. 

“Poor Ezra,” you murmured when the scene was over. 

Jack rolled his eyes and kissed the crown of your head. “I don’t know what you see in him Darlin.” 

“He’s your scoundrel, space-cowboy twin Jack. What’s not to like?” 

“Think you need your eyes checked Darlin. I might actually be bothered ‘bout your little infatuation if you didn’t insist so damn hard that he looked like me.” 

You giggled and settled down again against his bare chest.

“Hmm...”

“What are you hmming about over there?”

“You’d look good with a little blonde patch.”

“Shut up.”

When the credits rolled Jack switched off the TV, shrouding the room in darkness and stood up, gently pulling you up to your feet beside him. You were tired after such a long day, and the movie and snuggles afterwards only made you more tired.

He rested his hands on your hips and gave you a tender, soft kiss. 

“You like your new jammies Baby?” He asked, smiling when you nodded. “Yeah? You look so dang cute in them.” 

He nuzzled his nose against yours. 

“Is my Baby too tired tonight? Or do you want to have some playtime with Daddy before bed?”

You whined in response, resting your hands on his chest. 

“I always want to play with you Daddy.” 

“Oh I know you do Baby, but Daddy thinks you need your rest. Bed time for you I think.” 

“I don’t want to go to bed Daddy.” 

“Think you’re awake enough for it Honey Bee?” he asked, gently shoving your new robe off of your shoulders and onto the floor. 

“Yes,” you nodded. 

“Prove it,” he rasped, firmly pushing you to your knees in front of the couch and pulling his sweats down enough for his balls and hardening cock to hook over them. 

You licked your lips and looked up at him, taking him in your hand at the base. His eyes burned into yours as you opened your mouth and began kitten licking at his tip, circling your tongue around him.

You kissed him, from base to tip, worshipping his cock. 

He moaned at your teasing little touches and you felt him twitch in your hand, hardening slowly under your touch. 

‘That's it Baby, Get Daddy nice and hard,” he sighed, closing his eyes and leaning his head back to lose himself to the feeling of you coaxing his cock.

You felt the crotch of your sleep shorts become wet, aroused by his raspy voice and lewd moans. But you kept your hands where they were, on his thigh and cock, knowing if you touched yourself without permission his ‘playtime’ with you would become a (delicious) punishment. 

You relaxed your jaw and took him into your mouth, letting your tongue run along the underside of his length as you bobbed your head, taking him deeper into your mouth. 

He let out a loud guttural moan, hands cupping your head to keep you in place. 

“Hmmmmm fuck Baby!” He spat, looking back down at you and gently thrusting his hips into your face, careful not to choke you. “You’ve gotten so good at that! Can take me so well now can’t cha? Almost all the way!” 

He rocked into you slowly, now fully erect in your mouth, you concentrated on breathing through your nose as he pushed himself deeper with each thrust. 

You had succeeded in taking him easier than when you first had gotten together, but it was still a struggle to truly deepthroat him and supress your gag reflex, so far you had never managed to take him all in before you backed out. You kept your hand on his thigh, ready to tap out when needed. 

Your eyes never left his face, and his never left your lips, watching as inch by inch his cock went further into your mouth. 

“Breathe Baby,” he encouraged, hungrily watching his spit covered cock push and pull in and out of you. “If you can take me all the way in tonight Baby, I’ll give you a big reward.” 

You mewled around him, excited by his promise of a reward. He always delivered on those promises in a spectacular way. 

You took a deep breath through your nose and relaxed your throat as best you could, successfully taking him further, your jaw hurt and your throat protested as he pushed in even deeper. 

Your eyes watered as your lips finally met the groomed hair at his base. You blinked up at him, waiting for approval and praise for having taken him all the way for the first time triumphantly.

“Hnnng! Fuck! Good girl! Good Girl!” he panted, watching you, transfixed on the way his cock looked shoved all the way down your throat. “Perfect, warm wet little mouth fuck!” 

He reached down cautiously, fingers tracing over your neck gently, feeling the bulge in your throat. You whined, feeling light headed as he gripped your neck and squeezed lightly, he gave an experimental thrust, even with the awkward angle and groaned at the feeling of his own hand squeezing your throat tighter around him. 

“Oh fuck Honey Bee I’m so deep,” he moaned, squeezing tighter, making you more light headed. “Doin such a good job, you need to tap out Sugar?” 

You shook your head no as best you could, head swimming and body buzzing as he chokes you with his hand and cock. 

“Can feel my fat cock moving inside you Baby, so damn hot, making me even fucking harder.” 

He kept thrusting into your throat slowly, careful to not actually choke you. You were getting a little high from the lack of oxygen, far more aroused by it than you ever thought you could be. You only tapped out when black dots started to swim in your vision. 

Jack pulled free without hesitation, crouching in front of you to check you were alright as the obstruction in your throat was gone and your lungs heaved in oxygen. 

You gulped down air hungrily as Jack kissed your face in praise. 

 “Did so well baby, so proud of you, you took me all the way,” he murmured, nose nuzzling along your hairline. He waited for you to be ready to continue , and when your breathing had calmed and you gave him a nod to continue, he kissed your forehead, stood up and pulled you to your feet with him. 

“As promised, my little girl deserves her reward,” he growled, nodding over to an armchair by the sliding door. “Go sit,” he ordered softly. 

You scrambled to comply, anticipating your reward with glee. 

He sauntered over, discarding his stetson on the coffee table before kneeling down in front of you, hooking his fingers into your sleep shorts. 

“Up,” he gently instructed, pulling them down your legs as you lifted your hips for him.

He brought the shorts up to his face and inhaled your scent, licking up the crotch of them to taste the juices that soaked them. 

“My baby tastes so good,” he praised, discarding the shorts over his shoulder. “Spread ‘em wide for me Sugar,” he said, gently coaxing your leg apart and licking his lips. 

He didn’t tease, intent on giving you your much deserved reward as he drank you down and shoved his tongue deep into your dripping hole. 

Your back arched, eyes closed and thighs shook, he pulled them over his shoulders to give himself more room, his strong arms wrapped around your thighs to hold them still.

You whimpered in delight, gripping his hair and pulling him deeper, his eyes cut up at you, letting you know that at any other time, an action would not be tolerated, and he would have you reprimanded for being greedy. 

But this was your reward, you deserved it. 

Jack did not hide his messy noises as he ate you out like a man starved, wet smacks of his lips on your lower lips, the sound of his skin coming into contact with your dripping thighs, his moans and your sounds of pleasure filled the room. 

You gasped when you felt a thick finger prod at your hole, pushing up into you beside his tongue. Your head snapped down to watch as he slowly pumped his finger into you, his tongue began lapping up your folds until he reached your clit, suckling on it gently. 

“Daddy!” You whimpered, pushing your hips up further into his face. 

He gave you a cocky grin as a second finger joined the first, stretching you out so perfectly, his fingers were so much thicker than yours, fuck you loved his fingers so much, and he knew just where to stroke to make your body sing. In such a short time he had learnt your body better than you ever had. 

“My Baby wants to cum?” He asked, running his tongue over your folds again. 

“Yes, please Daddy,” you pleaded. 

“Daddy prefers when you’re patient Baby. But you earned it tonight,” he growled, standing up with his fingers still inside you. Your legs dropped from his shoulders as he leant over you to nibble at your ear, you felt your juices that still coating his jaw as his skin met yours.

He abandoned his slow pumps of his hand, fucking you hard and fast with his skilled fingers. You keened under him, writhing at the sudden change. 

“Look outside that window Baby,” he ordered in your ear hotly. “There's still people out and about, all they have to do is look up here, and they’d see you getting fucked by my hand.” 

You felt your core clench around his fingers at his words, a wave of your arousal flooding out, soaking his hand. 

“You like that idea Sugar? You like the idea of some stranger seeing my fingers buried in this pussy?”

You whimpered and tried to thrust up into his hand. 

“Answer the question!” He growled.

“Y-Yes Daddy!” You cried, panting hard as you felt your pleasure building. 

“Yeah? You get off on the idea of someone else seeing you? Seeing what’s mine?”

He sucked a mark into your neck, hoping it would show tomorrow, his secret little claim. 

“Want everyone to see you? Like some kind of common whore? You’re mine Baby, don’t you forget that.” 

“T-that's what i want them to see!” You whined, racing towards the edge, hoping he wouldn’t deny you as he often did to tease. “I want them to see who-who I belong to!���

He growled in approval. 

“Yeah? What else Baby?” He asked, encouraging your line of thought. 

“W-want them to see...That you’re- you’re the only one who can make me cum, that you’re the only one good enough!” 

“Oh Baby you sure know what to say to stroke your Daddy’s ego,” he hummed in pride. “Go on then, show them, show anyone watching how hard Daddy makes you cum.” 

You were already well on your way to your pleasure when he gave you permission to cum, but he helped you along by diving down and sucking hard on your clit. 

Your back arched further as you screamed out his name, your walls clenching hard over his furious fingers, as they attacked that sweet deep spot inside you on a mission. 

It hurt how powerful your orgasm was, how hard his fingers fucked you through it. And as it washed over you you were ready for him to pull out, for him to let you come down from your high, but his fingers did not slow. 

You mewled, sensitive and sore from your first orgasm as you felt him forcing your body towards a second one already. 

“D-Daddy, too- too much!” You whined, wriggling in his grasp. 

“Yeah?” he asked, his teasing tone told you he didn’t believe you, he moved his head away from your clit to look you in the eyes, speeding up his fingers. “What’s your color then?”

Your hips began thrusting up to meet his hand again. 

“Color Baby?” He reminded. 

“Green,” bucking up hard now into his hand to chase your fast approaching second high. 

“Thought so,” he hummed, taking your nipple into his mouth through your bralette, gently sucking on it and tugging it with his teeth. 

When he had soaked the fabric and thoroughly teased you he released it.

“You’re going to cum again for me, that's your reward. Daddys going to make you cum so hard your pretty little pussy will be ruined tomorrow.” 

You sobbed under him, anticipating how tantalizingly sore you would be with great delight. 

“Come on, be a good little girl for me and cum,” he cooed, grabbing your jaw with his free hand to make you look at him, his face only inches away from yours. 

“Cum for Daddy, and I’ll fuck you right up against that window for everyone to watch.” 

Your stomach flipped at the thought and your core tightened around his fingers again. 

“If it weren't so damn cold out there I’d fuck you right on that balcony, so the whole of Rome can hear your screams for me.” 

He brushed your clit with his thumb as the words fell from his mouth, pushing you over the edge for a second time. 

“That's it Baby, cum for Daddy,” he cooed softly, lips ghosting yours. “Squeezing my fingers so tight. Can't wait till my cocks all snug up in there, my favorite, perfect little hole.” 

His words made your second orgasm just as powerful as the first, you shook hard in your chair and screamed loudly until your voice was hoarse. You tried to muffle the scream with your hands which, until now,  had been gripping the armrest for dear life ever since Jack removed himself from between your legs. 

He was having none of that however, grabbing your wrists in his hand and pulling them away from your face to hear your screams of pleasure. 

He coaxed your orgasm as long as he could, slowing his fingers but still thrusting them hard inside you. Dragging it out.

You shook from the aftershocks each time his fingers shoved up against your cervix, whimpering as your breathing struggled to return to normal and body tried to unwind. 

He pulled his fingers free from you, loving how your pussy tried to suck them back inside. You mewled at the loss despite how oversensitive you were. 

He held up his hand to inspect it, proudly displaying how drenched it was in your cum. 

“Look at that Baby, down past the wrist...You horny little thing,” he rasped, letting you watch as he wrapped his slick coated hand around his neglected cock, pumping it slowly, you could hear the wet pass of his hand with each pump.

“Stand up,” he ordered gently, not helping you as you stood up on shaky legs, struggling to comply as your legs threatened to give out underneath you.  

“Top needs to go too Honey Bee,” he instructed, watching you with predatory eyes as you raised your arms, taking the sexy little Bralette off and discarding it somewhere behind you. 

“Up against the window, arms up.” 

You wobbled over slowly, sighing as your body touched the cool glass. 

You felt so exposed up against the glass, despite the fact there was no one currently walking about outside, and there was no light in the living area now that the TV was off,  the only light source being the lights outside, lighting up the coliseum. 

You could see Jack's reflection in the glass as he came up behind you, stepping out of his sweats. You could hear him still pumping his cock with you slick.

Your back arched as he ran the tip of his cock over your dripping folds, making you gasp and shudder.

“Poor Baby, still so sensitive,” he teased, pushing you against the cold glass with his free hand, making your nipples tighten painfully at the chill. You wriggled slightly as he pushed his hips forward, tip entering your hole. 

“Shhhh Baby, Daddy needs his fair share too, needs to fuck your pussy,” he sighed, your tight wet heat slowly enveloped him as he slowly inched his hips forward. 

“Need to make you cum. One last time.” He emphasized the statement by snapping his hips forwards, filling you up completely as his hips slapped up against your ass. 

He gave your oversensetive body only a moment to adjust to the stretch before wrapping an arm around you and fucking into you hard and fast. His free arm grasped your neck, lightly choking you again as his cock hammered into you.

“Fuck, so wet baby. Your cums soaking me, dripping down Daddys balls,” he rasped into your ear.

Slap.  Slap.  Slap.  Slap.  Slap, filled the room as you were shoved up against the glass with each thrust. 

You cried at the delicious stretch, at how he made your tender, sore hole buzz with pleasure every time he shoved himself inside,  at how your body stung from the cold glass, and at the filth he rambled into your ear. 

“My perfect pussy, Daddy’s pretty little princess. Think about how anyone could walk past. Could see you,” he teased, turning you on more. “Stuffed full of my cock, wouldn’t be hard, this low down, just need to turn their head a lil bit, ‘s all it would take to see you.” 

You moaned at his words, tightening around him. 

“Fuck, squeezing me so tight,” he whispered in awe,thrusting harder into you. 

You closed your eyes and lost yourself to the delirium of being fucked by him, trying hard not to cum around him until he gave you permission. 

He didn’t like it when you came without his permission.

He chuckled darkly into your ear, slowing his thrusts down to teasing rolls of the hips. “There's someone now,” he rasped, watching someone walk by further down the street, you cracked your eyes open and could see just how close they were, close enough that if you called out with the window open, they would hear. 

“I don’t think they’ve spotted us. Let’s see if we can change that shall we?” He suggested with another dark laugh, letting go of your neck to grip your hips with both hands, making it much easier to thrust inside you and leaving nothing to silence your noises as he slammed into you again with the same speed as before. 

You shrieked, watching with wide eyes at the passer by, hoping he did not hear.

It was annoying just how arousing the idea of this stranger catching the two of you was. 

Before you could even stop yourself, you came around Jack’s cock without warning. No build up, no tensing, it hit you so suddenly you couldn’t have stopped yourself if you had tried. 

He growled angrily behind you, pausing his thrusts as you squeezed him hard, as your walls fluttered and tried to milk his cock. 

 There was no way you could hide what you just did, it may have snuck up on you fast but he felt it. Felt you squeeze him and shake in his grasp. 

“Did you just fucking cum Baby?” He snarled. “Without Daddy’s permission?” 

“I’m sorry!” you sobbed. “I didn’t mean to, it happened so fast!” 

“You got off  to the thought of some stranger seeing you, isn’t that right?” 

“Yes, Daddy,” you whimpered pathetically, not wanting to anger him further by lying to him.

“Such a filthy little slut,” he berated, rocking back into you. “If Daddy didn’t need to cum so bad I'd punish you right now. Throw you over my knee and remind you that Daddy owns your orgasms.” 

“I know Daddy! I’m sorry! So sorry!” 

“I believe you Baby, but that don't change the rules. Doesn’t mean you get away without some sort of punishment.” He licked the shell of your ear, nibbling at you lightly. 

“Tomorrow night, I really will destroy your pussy. I’ll hold you down and fuck you so hard, till you cum so many times you pass out, never letting up until you’re beggin me to. Daddy will choose how many times you cum, when you cum, and how hard you cum, to remind you your pleasure belongs to me.” 

You sniveled, panting as your breath fogged up the glass.

“Y-Yes Daddy,” you agreed. 

“Now stay still, Daddy gonna fill you up, get you nice and creamy.”

His rocks built back up to the harsh thrusts, reserving no gentleness for you as his grip would no doubt leave bruises on your hips the next day. 

He growls, the steady slap of his thrusts, bumping of glass and the blood rushing in your ear was all you could hear. 

And even though you had already cum three times, you could feel a fourth bubbling deep inside, warming you up. 

He pounded you against the glass. 

He cursed as his thrusts became frenzied, violent bucks up against your ass as he chased his release. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, here it comes!” He bellowed, digging his teeth into your shoulder and marking you hard. He groaned against your skin as his hot cum flooded you. You felt it fill you and warm you up, even if he didn’t let you cum again, you adored the sensation of him filling you up each time.

His thrusts slowed as you felt his seed begin to leak out around his length. 

You mewled at the loss of the orgasm you knew he wouldn’t have given you anyway. 

He pulled out slowly, releasing your shoulder and watching as his softening length fell from you. 

Your knees buckled, but Jack was quick to catch you before you fell and scoop you up into his arms. 

“There we go Baby,” he murmured, gently nosing at your temple. “Let's get you sorted.”

As usual Jack’s aftercare consisted of his soft praises as he tended to your physical needs. 

He washed you, tended to your marks, dressed you back into your new pajamas, and tucked you into bed. You drifted in and out of his care, only catching a few words here and there.  

“Good girl”, “Did so well,” and “So proud,” were the familiar praises you heard.

 He joined you under the warm blankets when he decided you had been thoroughly cared for, pulling you close to his chest to snuggle and murmur affections at you. You nuzzled deeper into his warmth, completely boneless and spent, listening to the gentle timbre of his voice as you drifted off. 

That night you dream about old castles and handsome southern princes.

credit to @talesfromtheguild​ for this little bit

“Hmm...” “What are you hmming about over there?” “You’d look good with a little blonde patch.” “Shut up.”

Tag list:

@thats-one-tender-foot​  @luminescentlily​ @nuttybeardetective​ @ishqinbbc​ @ben-is-a-hoe​ @calamity-queen​ @phoenixhalliwell​ @talesfromtheguild​ @the-arctic-violet​  @jeeperky​ @mando-amando​

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[dayseternal-blog]

Hi! OMG I just wanna say how much I love your stories 😭💖 also I wanna ask if you have any fic recommendations of menmahina 🥺🙏

PS. I LOVE YOUR WORKS SM 💖😭😭

Hello!  You read my stuff?!!  Thanks!!!! :DD  Your art is so soft and gorgeous!!

There aren’t too many specifically MenmaHina fics, so I’m also going to recommend some dark!NaruHina and flipped personality fics if that’s ok.

MenmaHina AU

“Reversal” by @spyder-m - Rated M, Canon-Divergent, One-shot. She could tell you to go to hell, and you’d still enjoy the trip.

“Bad Romance” by @borzbois - Rated M for murder/character death, Modern AU, Short One-shot. Because they were rebels.

“NaruHina & MenmaHina Lemons” by Veradux - Rated E for pure kinky smut, Various Canon Universe and Alternate Universe, Series of one-shots.

And here are the ones I’ve recommended before:

“Road to Relationships” by agitosgirl - Rated E, Canon-Divergent, Multi-chapter, Complete. Hinata Hyuuga and Menma Namikaze have a very rocky relationship. It’s filled with fighting, sex, make ups and break ups. The two of them cannot tolerate the other, yet they hate being apart. But what happens when their pattern is altered completely? Will their relationship survive, or will it finally die?

“The Last: Menma the Book” by OrenjiRabenda and @chloelapomme - Rated M, Canon-Divergent, Multi-chapter, Ongoing. When Namikaze Menma, the next Hokage of Konohagakure, and Hyūga Hinata, the next head of the Hyūga clan, find themselves in a rather confusing state of choosing between love and mission. A mysterious phenomenon has been occurring, the moon threatening the existence of man kind.

“When the Devil Picks Up a Stray” by callmesenorita - Rated E, Modern/Yakuza AU, Multi-chapter, Complete. Hinata, an Omega, questions buried feelings when she decides to help a childhood friend who has adopted a new persona under the name Menma. Although their attraction is instant he is no longer the Naruto she once knew, and soon enough Hinata is thrust into a dangerous yakuza conspiracy.

“Hate to love” by suryass - Rated M, Modern AU, One-shot.  They hated each other, at least that’s what they liked to think.

“I want you to cry” by Devahhole - Rated E for a lot of things like graphic murder, High School AU, Multi-chapter, Complete. A sociopath blinded by revenge runs into his greatest opponent.

:D  Anyone feel free to add on!

#atetoneee #naruhina fanfic recs #menmahina fanfic recs #you know my stuff? #how do i pronounce your username

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

My other challenges have all been pretty open so I’ve decided to host an impromptu challenge for dark!writers. It’s just a little idea I had after chatting with my fellow writers and I think it would be fun for many of us.

What kind of story do I write?

A reminder that it doesn’t need to include non-con but the characters should be darker than their canon counterparts (how you do that is up to you.) Nor does it need to include smut. However this challenge will not include underage, bestiality, or incest relationships. (if you write Peter Parker, make it an adult Peter and not high school Peter)

I am mostly an MCU blog but I will accept submissions from any fandom. All dark writers welcome!

You can write reader, pairing, OC, or whatever you’re most comfortable with. Include all necessary warnings, please and thank you.

How do I get involved?

You will choose a Prompt from the list below and send in the following

your character(s) of choice (dark or otherwise)

your chosen prompt

Setting and/or kink (if applicable)

After you have sent in your ask/message, I will add you to my list. For each prompt, I will accept up to two users however this might change based on the response to the challenge. As for settings and kinks, I will not set limits on those as they are not required.

What do I do when I finish?

When you’ve finished your fic, send me a message and tag me in your fic and include the tag #darkficswithroo

All fics will be included in a masterlist that I will include on this blog 😊

When do I have to get this done by?

Seeing as there are a lot of challenges going on at the moment, I will leave the due date open ended and let you guys decide HERE. When it has been set, I will update you all on the date.

If you have any questions, feel free to ask and I look forward to reading all of your creations!

There are THREE categories below the cut. You must select a prompt for the challenge but settings and tropes are optional.

Prompt (Required):

Character A pursues Character B at a masquerade.

Character A discovers a secret room. Character B then discovers Character A in said room.

Character A awakes, blindfolded and bound. 

Character A and B go on a road trip but find themselves on an unexpected detour.

Character A is getting married but not to Character B. Trouble ensues.

Character A is lost and Character B "helps" them find their way.

Character A and B work together but often find themselves in competition. What happens when their rivalry goes too far?

A wager is set between Character A and B.

Character A encounters Character B at their work almost daily. Their encounters grow more often and intense.

Character A and B have a wager to see who can win over Character C. Whoever wins, they both get the prize.

Character A brings Character B to a family gathering. They soon regret inviting them.

Character A finds Character B wounded and bleeding. Character C searches out Character B but both are reluctant to leave Character A alone.

Character A agrees to play along as Character B’s significant other. Soon, the fantasy becomes all too real.

Character A finds themselves prey in a terrifying hunt in the woods.

Character A is in the trunk of a car. Character B drives through the night.

Character A lives in a small town. Character B is new in town and hard to miss.

Character A breaks into the wrong house.

Character A performs. Character B is an avid fan. Character A receives odd presents. Character B wants to meet their idol.

Character A’s isolated life is disturbed by an unexpected visitor.

Character A is in love with Character B, but Character B is in love with Character C. Character A is determined to win over Character B, regardless of Character C.

Character A meets Character B at a nightclub. Character A wants a one night stand but Character B wants more.

Character A is undercover. So is Character B. Who will find out the other first?

Character A throws a party but an unexpected guest shows up.

Character A is starting over. What happens when their past catches up to them?

Character A takes the train every night. So does Character B. One night, Character A gets off at the wrong stop.

Character A and Character B train together but their exercise turns all too real.

Character A gets drunk. Character A wakes up in Character B’s bed. Character B is determined to make Character A stay.

Character A drinks a peculiar tea. Character A finds themself feeling odd. Character B takes advantage.

Character A is saved by Character B but not all heroes work for free.

Character A meets Character B online. Character B is determined to meet Character A irl.

Setting (Optional):

Casino

Diner

Library

Office

Alleyway

Bus/Train Station

Cafe

Hotel

College Campus

Bar/Nightclub

Cabin/Cottage

Forest

Gym

Movie Theatre

Restaurant

Kinks (Optional):

Bondage

Knifeplay

Breeding

Size kink

First time

Edging

Choking

Biting

Sex Toys

Voyeurism/Exhibitionism

Spanking

Cumplay

Cuckolding

Somnophilia

Dom/Sub or DD/LG

#darkficswithroo #dark fic challenge #dark challenge #dark!challenge #dark challenge you never asked for #writing challenge #open fandom

[fandomsonrequests]

tag games

tagged by: @masterninjacow (tis me, herbie owo)

fanfic topes tag

rules ; bold = preferred, italics = sometimes, crossed = pass

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 multichapter || kid fic or road trip fic || arranged marriage or accidental marriage (<< how???) || 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 humor || apocalyptic or mundane

fic writers ask game

which trope / au would you like to try writing?   - apocalyptic :DD cos the challenge in that is really the world building and plot owo especially if its like period apocalypses (like kingdom) - reincarnation au cos that is a very interesting concept

which trope / au do you want to try writing again?  - angst :’)) i like reading it, and i used to write it but i stopped for fluff and now i suck at writing angst :’))

which draft are you most excited to post? - i have two! The next part to Another Selection series and something with Steve Harrington cos i miss this big haired mom asdfghkl

favorite scenes from your wips? omg uhm-

scene 1 from another selection (y’all get a tasty preview sKSKSK)

You couldn’t believe your eyes right now. The crown prince actually pouting at you with his adorable puppy eyes. “Are you— are you pouting at me, Seonghwa?” 

“Oh so it’s Seonghwa now is it?” 

“Well you asked me to call you that..!” 

“And now I’m asking you to dance with me.” He refutes and gives a little jig, and you chuckle under your breath. “I’ll teach you. It’s easy.”

scene 2 (from pact, the fantasy au with yunho)

“Have you heard of Dracula, Yunho?” The Prioress asks as she prepares the slides to be inserted into the projector. 

“The vampire? Isn’t he a myth?” He wonders.

The head nun shakes her head and flashes him a rather old photo of Count Dragula. “He’s real, alright. And I’m afraid he’s coming back.” She replaces the slide of the count with a slide containing snippets of newspapers.

“As you can see, there is news of maidens disappearing, men dying and cattle being slaughtered in Kollchia. And as you know, Kollchia is the closest kingdom to the abandoned land of Transylvania…” The nun looked over to the monster hunter expectantly.

It didn’t take long for Yunho to realize what was being asked of him. He leans back into his seat, fingers drumming against his lap, and looks towards the projector screen. “So you want me to head over to the Kingdom of Kollchia and check if he had attacked?” It was more of a statement of conformation rather than a question.

have you decided on any creative goals for 2021? - no, not really. but i want to be able to finish my whole regiis series within the year if possible :’))

other tags under the cut owo

tagging: @multidreams-and-desires @seacottons @galaxteez @reddeaddenial @bonniearden 

[ddaehyeon]

COCONUT SUBIN GOT ME DEISEJISJMDSD HES SO CUTE PLS STOp .... at this point it is illegal to be that cute istg, i cant stand ittttt.... IWEJMDIJWDK ROAD TRIP W WOOYA PLS NO IM SOFT AND WEAK I CANT TAKE THIS MUCH EMOTION 🥺🥺🥺🥺 ALSO THAT IG PIC WITH THE ORANGE ON HIS HEAD I CRY ;-----; I see, that's totally fine ^^ i have a couple too but i see tattoos that are cool but... honestly i would't do them bc they seem really painful.... How's you Monday going Lai? i hope you have a good week! <3 -🍡

i'm putting all the replies here! thank you so much btw 🥺🥺 it means a lot to me aaaaaa ;u; i appreciate it !! and yessss, a reluctant soulmate au hehe i tried to merge it with one angst reqs from the constellation prompts :DD might be up later this dayyyy

likewise! :// now i have to change to more cooler clothing hhhhhh AND YES COCONUT SUBIN !! 😭 PLS HE'S SO CUTE KDJDKDKDK roadtrip with seungwoo pLEASE PLEASE and those pics bYE HE IS SO ADORABLE ;u; !!

still cool tho :ooo the last bits of monday went wild for me HAHAHA but i'm pretty chill now, doing some reqs and finishing the overdue fics KSJSJSKS it's quite peaceful. how about you??? how's your day so far? lilewise, have a wonderful week 💓

#replies #🍡 anon #i honestly need to fix my sleeping sched but weLP that can wait

[thedaughterofkings]

Preferred Tropes

Rules: Bold your preferred tropes. watch me bold all of them

I got tagged by @theproblemwithstardust, thank youuuuuuuuuu :DD

slowburn 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 chapters // kid fic or road trip fic // arranged marriage or accidental marriage // high school romances or middle aged romance // time travel or isolated together // neighbours or roommates // sci-fi au or magic au // body swap or genderbend // angst or crack  // apocalyptic or mundane

I tag: @clotpolesonly, @ohfuckthisshit, @loverofcake, @shealwaysreads, and @jcbmcdrmtt

#theproblemwithstardust #lessa says #lessa plays tag games #what did you mean choose one #tropes