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meowdarame · 2 years

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𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐚 𝐝𝐨𝐠-𝐞𝐚𝐭-𝐝𝐨𝐠 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝

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pairing: bonten!mikey x fem!reader (afab!reader, she/her pronouns)

synopsis: leading an empire of violence, manjiro sano thought that he’d seen it all. but when a graduate research student begins working as a hostess at one of his clubs in the tokyo red light district, his worldview starts to gradually shift. there’s one, cardinal issue though— he can’t let you know that he’s the head of japan’s most dangerous crime syndicate.

word count: 5.0k

warnings: 18+, MINORS DNI. no explicit smut in this chapter but sexual themes are present. mentions of sex work, alcohol consumption, and murder (to an extent). explicit language. switching POVs will be indicated by three red dots (…) whereas a scene change is signified by three white dots (…)

notes: after a month of letting this fic collect dust in my google docs, i finally finished the first chapter! thank you to all my moots who let me scream about the plot for this work <3 let me know if you recognize some of their cameos ;) i hope you enjoy and reblogs + feedback are super appreciated!!!

“How… boring.”

Mikey yawns as his fingers shuffle through the files on his desk, briskly skimming through monthly reports delivered to him by his executives.

Hostess club in Kabukicho experiencing a period of rapid growth. Ten percent increase in profits this past month.

It’s the same routine every day, all fifty-two weeks of the year. He sits at his desk, half-interestedly reading through status reports written by men that he’s never met before and will probably never meet— unless, that is, they commit a crime so egregious against Bonten that there’s no other option than for them to be executed. Only then would they come face to face with the man that they work for, the man that they’ve chosen to follow and give their lives to. It’s a known fact in this gang that meeting Mikey is synonymous to meeting your maker.

New hostess recruits recently started working at the club, and they are making good headway in learning establishment standards. Because of this, we expect an even greater increase in the upcoming months, considering that we have new merchandise to showcase.

His eyes flit across the page as he continues scanning the letter, but then his pupils land upon something interesting— a glaring red flag in the otherwise dull report.

One such recruit is a foreigner currently studying at the University of Tokyo, acting as a graduate student by day and a hostess at night. We initially did not want to accept her, but she agreed to work for a lower wage. She claims that employment experience at a hostess club is necessary for her grad research, which is why she was so determined to secure this job.

Mikey rereads the line again, then another time after that. Are his eyes deceiving him? How could the managers at this club be so stupid? This so-called “graduate student” could be an undercover spy for the Japanese police, or even worse, a member of a rival gang. Heat creeps up his neck and tints his ears red, but he forges on, reading the next paragraph.

We apologize for not running this solution by Mr. Kakucho beforehand. We took precautionary measures before hiring her, and all of her university enrollment paperwork has been verified. I, as the manager of the Four Orchid Hostess Club, promise you that we will keep a close eye on the research that she conducts and can assure you that no accounts that can be traced back to Bonten’s involvement will be recorded.

Of course, disposing of this “student” would be easy— a brief phone call and his executives would stage a little accidental drowning in the Sumida River. But something about this “student” intrigues him, because why— out of all the brothels in the Tokyo Red Light District— did she choose a Bonten establishment specifically? It feels purposeful, perhaps even targeted. There’s more to this situation than what meets the eye, and it piques Mikey’s interest just enough for him to go scope it out himself.

“Haruchiyo,” Mikey calls out to the subordinate to his left, who’s performing a daily cleaning of his beloved katana by delicately running an ivory handkerchief along its silver blade. “You know of our Four Orchid Hostess Club in Kabukicho, right?”

The pink-haired man’s ears immediately perk up upon the mention of the nightclub. “Yes, sir,” he starts, straightening his posture in his seat as he focuses all of his attention on his boss’s seemingly random question. “Why? Is something wrong?”

“Potentially,” is all Mikey mutters, his eyes returning to the sheet in front of him and his brows furrowing as he rereads the report.

“Um, if you want, sir,” Sanzu adds on after a few moments of tense silence. “I can take you to the club. I’m fairly acquainted with the establishment, and I was actually planning on visiting right after we left headquarters.”

Mikey stares amusedly at his subordinate, intrigued by his final statement. “Why are you so familiar with this hostess club? Are you seeing someone there?”

Sanzu chuckles lightly to himself and shakes his head, the scars that frame the corners of his lips curling upwards as he smiles. “Well, yes, but not in the way that you’d think. You see, my kind-of, sort-of girlfriend works there,” he admits, gently rubbing the back of his neck with his right hand.

“Girlfriend?” Mikey muses, a teasing lilt evident in his voice. It’s funny how Sanzu is the person that Mikey is closest to, and in some cases, who he might even consider to be his best friend— yet he didn’t know about something as trivial as the fact Sanzu has a girlfriend. Perhaps he isn’t the “pretty boy bachelor” that most people make him out to be; perhaps not everything is as they seem.

“How come you never told any of us that you have a girlfriend, Haruchiyo?”

“No one ever cared to ask,” Sanzu replies dryly, to which Mikey stands from his seat, grabs his car keys from his desk drawer, and tosses them onto his subordinate’s lap.

“You got me there,” Mikey jokes back. “And you’re driving since you’re so acquainted with the area.”

…

“So you’re certain we can just walk in undetected?” Mikey asks as he chews with a mouth full of taiyaki. A few crumbs fall from the dessert and land on his lap, and he picks them up with his fingertips and shoves them into his mouth.

Sanzu flashes a glare over at his boss before exhaling, “Mikey, with the utmost respect, please don’t make a mess in my front seat. I just got my car deep cleaned.” He hits his blinker to signal a left turn onto the freeway, his eyes checking his mirrors and over his shoulder for oncoming traffic. “But yes, you’re correct,” he continues on. “We paid good money to keep information about Bonten executives out of the press. The public only knows of my name and not what I look like, and I’m assuming that because you’re our leader, they’ll know even less about you. We should be fine, just don’t go around the club announcing that you’re the notorious Manjiro Sano.” The pink-haired man flashes Mikey a cheeky grin, eliciting a giggle from the blonde.

“Don’t worry; I don’t plan on it. I’m not Shion,” Mikey retorts, and Sanzu howls in laughter.

After their chuckles die down, Mikey adds on, this time in a mild tone, “Did you tell your girlfriend your name, Haruchiyo? Does she know who, or what, you are?”

Sanzu’s hands grip the steering wheel until his knuckles turn white, his eyes trained on the road ahead of him. He’s silent, licking his lips and furrowing his brows as he contemplates how to respond to that question.

Mikey’s voice snaps him out of his dazed state. “You don’t need to pop a blood vessel while coming up with an answer. I’m not angry, just curious,” he reassures him. “It’s alright if you told her who you are, as long as you trust that she’d keep it a secret.”

“That’s kinda the issue,” Sanzu breathes out, slumping in his seat. “I haven’t even told her my full name, much less who I am. It’s kind of a touchy subject, you know— your boyfriend who was once your client is actually technically your boss. Oh, and 70 percent of your earnings go into his already fat pockets!”

Sanzu shrugs, “Not exactly the easiest thing to bring up while on a date.”

“That’s valid,” Mikey replies quietly, kissing his teeth at the end of his statement. “Romance and our lifestyle aren’t exactly a match made in heaven, don’t you think?”

The subordinate shakes his head, laughing wryly, “It sure is a dog-eat-dog world.”

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“Do you have any Pussy Fairy?”

The short-haired brunette glares at you with an urgent look on her face, panic evident in her voice. You can’t help but stare back in shock, confused by the string of words that just escaped from her mouth.

“I’m sorry, but what?” you inquire, but she doesn't have time to explain, a pink and white bottle being shoved in front of her face by another hostess.

“Here, Han,” the other girl teases, to which the brunette grabs the bottle from her co-worker’s grasp. “I know how much you love your vag cream.”

Han rolls her eyes as she strides to the door. “I don’t love it, but my customers do! Brings in more money!” She stops in the doorway and turns around, calling out, “But I don’t think you have to worry about money all that much, huh Cat? Since your gangster sugar daddy has you all taken care of!” She runs out of the room before Cat can throw a hairbrush at her, and the latter gives up her pursuit and sits on the chair next to you.

“So,” you start, still trying to process the events that had just unfolded. “Uh–”

“Cat!”

“Cat,” you repeat, filing her name in your mind. “If Han is putting on vaginal cream, does that mean that she’s going to be sleeping with her customer tonight?”

“Oh, no. That’s not how it works,” she asserts. She leans forward into the mirror and examines her fake eyelashes, checking to see if they’re secure. She notices that the inner corner of her right eye has begun to lift, and she grabs a small tube of eyelash glue from the edge of the vanity.

“We don’t usually sleep with our clients,” Cat remarks in a monotone voice, focused on applying the adhesive to her lash line. “And if we do, it’s because we choose to— not because they pay us to.”

“I see,” you reply, pulling out a composition book and pen from your bag. You open it to a new page and begin writing a transcript of the conversation. “And if that’s the case, then why wear Pussy Fairy, or vag cream, I guess?”

“The customers like it? I dunno,” she sighs as she screws the cap back onto the tube. Leaning back in her seat, she keeps one eye closed while she fans her eyelid. “Even though we don’t usually fuck our customers, they still get excited from knowing that we put on vag cream. It makes it seem like we wear it for them, gives them some sort of false hope. This illusion is enough to make them cum in their pants sometimes.” She throws her head back and cackles, humored by her own joke.

“So, how do I look?” she asks, flashing you a dazzling smile and fluffing her hair. She’s no doubt a conventionally attractive woman— curled chocolate brown hair frames her porcelain face; big, bright blue eyes sit just above her high cheekbones; and her rosy lips are always curled into a sweet smile or jutted into a playful pout. She’s also an American, a commodity in Japanese nighttime entertainment, and it’s safe to deduce that her good looks and her nationality have definitely helped her rise through the ranks to become the top earning hostess in the entire club.

“Beautiful,” you answer truthfully, resting your pencil in the spine of your notebook.

“Thank you,” Cat replies, her pretty features putting your nerves at ease. Perhaps that’s another reason why she’s paid so well— she’s able to make her clients, and anyone for that matter, feel at ease with her gentle expression. “You look gorgeous as well.”

You look down at the short and tight dress that hugs your body, giggling to yourself about the extravagant outfit you’re wearing. “I mean this dress is a little itchy around the nipples, but otherwise I think I look good!”

She laughs, “That’s why you wear boob tape!” Cat winks at you before standing from her seat, smoothing out the hem of her skirt before adding on, “You’ll do great tonight, newbie. You’ll get lots of juicy information to jot down in your research notebook. But pro-tip,” she bends down and gently snatches the book from your hand. “Don’t take notes while you’re speaking with customers— they won’t react too kindly to that.”

She delicately shuts the book and places it onto the vanity. “You gotta give them all of your attention. Listen to them intently and jot down any personal details that you remember after your shift. The key to being a successful hostess is being a good conversationalist and having a strong memory.”

“Got it,” you say as you reach out to grab your notebook, wanting to write down Cat’s advice, but she slaps your hands away. “C’mon rookie, what did I just tell you? No note taking until later! You’ll be fine; trust me!” She interlaces her fingers with yours and pulls you up from your chair, dragging you through the corridors and down the stairs.

As you step into the dimmed lights of the nightclub, it takes a few seconds for your eyes to adjust to the technicolor flashing lights that illuminate the dance floor and karaoke bar. Your eyes scan across the room and stumble upon Han, who’s already sitting hip to hip with her customer for the night— a tan-skinned Japanese businessman with blonde slicked-back hair. From the way that he’s sitting so casually in his seat, legs spread wide and arm draped around your pretty co-worker, he could easily be written off as the average Japanese salaryman. But when you inspect his get up more carefully, you notice that his suit is tailored to fit him perfectly, and that his giant watch catches the light and glistens brightly even in the poorly lit room.

Cat notices your gaze. “Oh, him? He’s a high-roller that always books Han. He doesn’t come as often as my man does, but I don’t think that means he’s any less interested in her. My guess is that his job requires him to travel a lot and he only visits when he has a chance.”

“Ah, I see,” you nod, continuing to take mental note of your surroundings. Everybody else in the club has been paired off or is starting to make their rounds at each table, but you and Cat remain standing away from all of the commotion. “And which one is your man?”

“He’ll be here soon,” she cheers. “I’ll introduce you two!” She sways from side to side, shifting her weight between her feet as she waits. Despite the bright smile that’s plastered on her face, you notice the way she subtly gnaws at her lip, a sign of her nervousness. “Stay with me until he arrives, okay?” she pleads, but you twiddle with your fingers, unsure of how to respond.

“I don’t know, Cat,” you reply hesitantly. “Everyone else is already starting to pair off, and I don’t want to be the only one left without a client for tonight. It’d kinda suck if I didn’t get to learn anything during my first night on the job. I’m sure he’ll be here so–”

“Wait,” she interrupts. She squints her eyes, her neck craned forward as she spots a familiar figure in the distance.

“Eek!!!”

Her squeal startles not only you, but also a few guests around you. They pay no mind to it though, resuming their conversations with their hostesses— regulars who are probably used to this frequent occurrence at the club.

“Haru!” Cat exclaims as she runs into the arms of a well-dressed man with light pink hair. He embraces her, holding her face into his chest as they rejoice in being reunited. His thumb caresses the back of her head for a bit before she pulls away, staring at the man and shooting him a frown.

“Why are you late? You know how anxious I get having to wait for you!” She stomps her foot on the ground, but when the man presses a kiss to her forehead, her displeased expression fades away.

“I’m sorry, my precious Cat,” he apologizes, fiddling with the ends of her long brown hair. “I got caught up with something,” he explains, stepping to the side and motioning to a man behind him.

The white-haired man stares at you with a blank expression on his face, his dark irises eyeing you curiously. He’s handsome— there’s no doubt about that— but his aura is a little intimidating. And it certainly doesn’t help that he makes no moves to introduce himself.

It’s only when Cat speaks that your silent stare off is cut short. “You brought a friend, Haru? How exciting!” She extends her arm to the nameless man. “My name’s Cat, short for Catriona!”

The man takes her hand and offers her a firm handshake. “Catriona, like this year’s Miss Universe?”

Cat nods coyly. “Well, it’s technically a pseudonym, but yes like the beauty queen!”

“A fitting name for such a pretty face,” is all he says before pulling his hand away. In your peripheral vision, you see Haru’s eye twitch slightly, but you don’t mention it.

“Anyways, Haru and I are gonna find a private booth to sit at. Why don’t you,” she turns her attention to you, flashing you a toothy grin, “take care of our esteemed guest?”

Her proposal catches you off guard, and wide-eyed, you agree to her suggestion. “Um, yes! Of course! You two go have fun!”

The couple begins to walk away with their arms linked, but before she walks off to another part of the club, she turns to you, mouthing a hasty ‘he’s cute!’ and flashing you a thumbs up.

Anxiety creeps up in your throat as you face the man in front of you. He resumes his slightly menacing disposition, and thoughts swarm in your mind, trying to decipher what he could possibly be thinking. Is he silent because he’s contemplating how to murder you? Or does he just not know what to say or do? If it’s his first time at a place like this, perhaps he’s just as nervous as you?

Though this thought is a little optimistic, you’re willing to buy into it if it helps you get through your first shift.

“Why don’t we find somewhere to sit?” you start, and the man simply nods and trails behind you. You lead him to a small booth, where he sits down and crosses his arms.

“Here’s our menu,” you suggest, gesturing to the pamphlet that rests in the center of the table. “We have a lot of food and drinks that might interest you, I heard that the–”

“Water’s fine,” he cuts you off, not even glancing at the menu. “And something sweet would be nice.”

“Sweet?” You don’t intend for your surprise to be so evident in your voice, but the stranger’s remark catches you off guard. “Anything in specific?”

“Taiyaki?”

You smile politely and nod, “Yes, we have that! At least, I think so! I’ll go check and bring some back if we do.”

As you turn to walk away, you can feel his eyes following you while you walk across the club towards the kitchen. It makes the little hairs on your nape stand up and your goosebumps rise. You were supposed to be the researcher tonight, but now roles have reversed— your odd customer makes you feel like you’re being examined under a microscope.

You approach another co-worker who’s stationed behind the bar. Violet is what she calls herself, taking after her favorite color; she’s an ex-hostess who’s only a few years older than the other girls at the club, but despite having retired from a life of night time entertainment, she still works at the club, choosing to educate and oversee the new recruits. Her curly blonde hair reaches down to the middle of her back, and her hazel eyes hold so much warmth in them. Black tattoos traverse the expanse of her arms and thighs, which she used to cover up while she was working as a hostess, but now shows them off in all their glory. Much like Cat, Violet is an American and once held the top earning position at the club a few years prior.

“What did Mr. Brooding order?” she asks sarcastically, reaching beneath the countertop to pull out two glasses. “Let me guess— scotch? Or perhaps cognac? Something strong that will help him forget his troubles?”

You shake your head and let out a giggle. “Nah, just water,” you reply, leaning on the counter top as she fills the glasses with ice. “And some taiyaki.”

“Interesting. I never would have taken Mr. Mysterious to have a sweet tooth,” she muses. “Usually men like that don’t want to be sober when they’re at a place like this. Makes them feel less guilty about cheating on their wives and stuff.” She begins to pour filtered water into the cups.

“I’m not sure if he’s married,” you retort, shaking your head upon remembering the awkward conversation (if you can even call it that, since barely any words were exchanged.) “I don’t even know his first name.”

“That’s how it is sometimes,” she admits, placing the filled glasses onto a tray. She continues speaking to you as she grabs a plateful of the desserts from the warmer. “Some guys are like that— reluctant to disclose any personal details. And it’s your job as a hostess to make him open up— and to make him open up his wallet, of course.”

“And how on earth am I supposed to do that?”

“I can’t help you with that, sweetheart. That’s all on you.” She emphasizes her words by pointing her tongs at you. “But listen to him. Flirt with him. And when you see your perfect opening, take it.” She places the plate of taiyaki onto the tray and hands it to you.

You exhale, “That’s cryptic, but thanks, Violet.”

“Anytime,” she winks; you’re about to walk away but then you turn around, whispering to her in a hushed tone.

“Also, Han mentioned earlier that Cat’s client is her ‘gangster sugar daddy?’ Is that a running joke that I’m unaware of, or is that true?”

Violet cackles, “Honestly, who knows. I don’t think even Cat knows what her ‘boyfriend’ does for a living. But enough of them.” Her arms shoo you away. “Get going before those treats get cold. I don’t wanna have to throw them away.”

You laugh before carefully weaving your way around the small crowd of people that has formed in the center of the club. A hostess and her client stand in the center of the floor, singing a duet of some popular 90s love song that’s a few pitches off-key.

“Here you go!” you say cheerily as you place the tray onto the table. He nods, grabbing one of the red-bean filled desserts off of the plate. You stand awkwardly, watching him munch on the pastry, when he catches your gaze and silently motions for you to take the seat next to him.

You sit down and introduce yourself. “And what’s your name?”

“I don’t give that out that easily,” he replies in between chews. You feel heat creeping up your neck and face, your blood pressure rising over your difficult client.

“Alright,” you let out an exasperated sigh. “Well then, what do you do for a living?”

“Why don’t we talk about you?” he urges, tossing the half eaten taiyaki back onto the plate.

“I’m sorry– what?”

“Let’s talk about you,” he repeats himself, leaning back in his seat and crossing his arms. He cocks his brow at you, his lips curled upwards into a slight smirk. “Because in all honesty, you kinda stand out like a sore thumb at this establishment.”

Your patience snaps at his indignant comment. “And so do you,” you scoff, rolling your eyes. “What kind of man shows up to a hostess club in a loose t-shirt and fucking flip flops?”

The man shakes his head and laughs dryly. “You got me there.” He uncrosses his arms and grabs a glass of water, eyeing you as he takes a sip. “And I wasn’t talking about what you look like, because you certainly look like a hostess, but you sure as hell don’t act like one.”

His words make your stomach twist. “What do you mean by that?”

He raises his glass. “Well first, a real hostess wouldn’t have just let me order water, which is free. She would’ve convinced me to upgrade to something more expensive, like scotch or cognac.” He places the cup down onto the table, the glass clinking on impact. “Second, a real hostess would’ve already started flirting with me, dropping love bombs and complimenting me any chance she got. And finally, a real hostess wouldn’t have snapped at me after one rude comment.”

“Fine,” you breathily exhale, raising your arms in surrender. “You caught me. I’m not a real hostess; I’m a grad student from the University of Tokyo doing research on hostesses.”

The white haired man finds amusement in your revelation, his shoulders rising and falling as he chuckles. “I fucking knew it.”

“Alright, now it’s your turn,” you snap back, hoping that you opened up enough for him to tell him something about himself. “What’s your name?”

“Woah, slow down,” he replies between labored breaths. He turns his body to face you, one of his legs propped up on the seat of the booth. “What’s your research about?”

You bite the inside of your cheek, contemplating on whether or not you should answer his question. You decide on doing so— there should be no harm in that, right?

“Well,” you start, furrowing your brows and biting your lip as you collect your thoughts. “There are a lot of misconceptions about hostess work, and it really doesn’t help that the Japanese government and foreign nations are cracking down on this group of people, making it harder for them to find formal employment. I just wanna do my research to dispel some of these myths and help fight to make their work environment better, even if it’s just a little bit. It’s a dog-eat-dog world for people who’ve fallen into this lifestyle.”

He nods his head a few times, reflecting on what you just said. “A dog-eat-dog world, huh?”

“Mhmm.”

You’re both silent for a moment, the sounds from the karaoke machine and people cheering filling your surroundings. He narrows his eyes at you, sizing you up— maybe even gauging your sincerity— but then his lips curl upwards into a soft smile, the first genuine one you’ve seen from him all night.

“That’s very admirable of you,” he admits. “Not a lot of people would leave the comfort of their social bubbles and choose to work in a place like this; most would probably do their grad research on something that could bring them money or fame. You might be a modern-day saint in our fucked up world.”

His final sentence makes you chuckle. “I’m no saint, but thank you.”

He stares at you quietly once more, and you feel your body growing warm. Leaning over the table, you grab a glass of water from the tray and take a sip. “What about you? What do you do for a living?”

“I can’t tell you that. If I did, I may have to kill you,” he jokes, and you shake your head and giggle.

“What? You don’t trust me?” you coo, leaning forward and cocking your head to the side.

“It’s not that I don’t trust you,” he responds slowly, “I just don’t think that you’d understand.”

“That’s fair. Maybe I wouldn’t,” you agree. His expression is softer now— his cheeks tinted a soft pink, visible even underneath the dim lighting; you’re certain that you’ve found your opening. You run your tongue along your bottom lip and ask another question, “Can you at least tell me your name?”

“I–”

“C’mon now,” you interrupt him. “I’ve told you a little snippet of my life story. The least you can tell me is your name,” you tease, gently tapping your knee against his.

He’s still for a moment, deciding on whether or not he should open up to you. He opens his mouth, a little croak slipping past his lips.

“M–”

He catches himself, immediately shutting his mouth. He turns away from you for a second, before facing you again.

“Ken,” he exhales. “My name is Ken.”

“Ken,” you repeat, voice airy. “It’s nice to meet you, Ken.”

He opens his mouth to speak once more, but is cut off by his friend standing at the edge of the table.

“Sorry to cut your time short,” Haru apologizes to you, bowing his head slightly. “But our buddy got into some trouble and needs us to help him out.” He motions to Ken, who kisses his teeth at the news. “You ready to go?”

“Do I have a choice?” Ken responds dryly. “Let’s go.” After pulling out his wallet and handing you a large bill, he stands, but you follow him.

“I’ll walk you out.” You smile softly, to which he nods.

You make your way through the crowds of couples; some men are too drunk to even sit up straight, taking a nap in the booth while their accompanying hostesses pat their faces with a damp towel. Cat and Haru walk ahead of you, just barely out of earshot; when you both reach the door, Ken opens it and steps outside into the bustling streets of the Red Light District.

“It’s nice to meet you too,” Ken mutters just under his breath. “Our conversation was… refreshing.”

You giggle, “I’m glad you say that, because I feel the same way.”

He turns and begins following his friend, their figures growing smaller and smaller as they make their way down the street. Once he’s twenty paces away from you, you call out after him, making him stop in the middle of the sidewalk.

“Hey!!!”

He turns around and waves back at you, and from the streetlights illuminating his face, you can see that his lips are curled upwards into a faint smile.

“I hope to see you again soon, Ken!”

#red lights white lies #tokyo rev x reader #mikey x reader #tokyo rev smut #mikey smut #tokyo rev x you #mikey x you #tokyo rev fic #mikey fic #🎲.writes #🎲.fics

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groenendaelfic · 10 months

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What I've been up to, upcoming fic updates and changes to The Prince and the Barista

(the next paragraph is not fun and merely an irl update for those who've been asking, so don't worry about skipping it)

As some of you might have noticed I've been mostly offline for the past one and a half months. I've spent most of that time attending funerals, dealing with bureaucracy and trying not to have a breakdown, but I am finally back to feeling like writing again and that is surprisingly cathartic. Writing 'happy easter fun times with the Erikssons' is something I've been looking forward to all year, and I want to do that justice, but I also can't get myself into the right mindset for that right now, so I'll post what I wrote back in May of chapter 20 later today (aka the Micke phone call) and will then put that fic aside for a bit. (Again, I know, and I'm sorry, but irl rarely goes as planned. The goal to come as close to finishing this fic before S3 drops still stands though.)

Funnily enought what brought me back to writing was The Prince and the Barista. To the joy of at least two commenters I've decided to revise my outline and go a slightly different route than initially planned with the fic. A funnier one with less angst and sadness and lying.

This means that I'll change the ending of chapter 3 in the upcoming days and remove everything post wilmon retiring for a nap, which means that in the new version Simon will not find out that Wilhelm is a prince in chapter 3, but rather later on.

The old ending to chapter 3 will not be lost though, I'll instead add it to my Young Royals Tumblr Ficlets fic collection on ao3 and also link to it from the chapter 4 author's notes.

In the meantime I've reread chapter 1 to refresh my memory, and done some very minor prodding and poking as I went along, which somehow added 1,546 words to said chapter. Somehow. Magically. Don't ask me how, nothing's actually changed except that the fic is now explicit. Also somehow magically?

I'll be doing the same to chapters 2 and 3 in the upcoming days (doing minor edits, not adding explicit scenes--I think) but in the meantime you can go check out the edited version of chapter 1 here should the mood strike you. (also please feel free to let me know if I added any bonus typos or missed a paragraph break or something, this new version is unbetaed).

#random ramblings #as long as we have each other #the prince and the barista #fic update

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chaichaiiskai · 2 years

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TITLE: We’re Different But That’s Okay

— CHAPTER FOUR —

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CONTENT WARNING: fluff, a little angst, hint at mature acts, and comedic stupidity because we need a little break before the next chapter bc im going to absolutely destroy your hearts and stomp on your throats!!! :D mwuah! Oh, and there’s smut at the end that includes -> size kink, a slight bit of edging, hickies, a tiny bit of blood that was spilled bc of an accident with his damn shark teeth, overstimulation, unprotected sex, voyeurism? Not really, other things as well, totally unedited because i can't be bothered to reread my writing AUTHOR'S NOTE: so sorry it took me so long to update, in the form of an apology i decided to do a double upload! i fr don't know the next time I'm gonna update after this cause I've got two other stories to update but hopefully these two upcoming chapters will feed y'all for now! TAGLIST: @canarystwin @eijiandkatspebble

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SUMMARY: date nights are always so weird. especially when you’re a fifth wheel, poor monoma.

TETSU has been living with Y/N and Kirishima for a total of three months now. Their bond has become especially strong and they consider themselves to be a tight-knit family. Though it took Y/N a little longer to gain Tetsu’s trust, she had gained some substantial progress which was more than enough to make her happy. She never knew how amazing it would feel to have three people in the apartment, they were starting to build their own little pack.

She knew neither of them needed her protection but she couldn’t help but to feel that it was her job to protect them with all of her life. Kirishima was her mate and Tetsu was waddling his way into her heart as a brother figure. She couldn’t ask for any more than that. She truly felt happy, and the three of them all seemed to feel the same.

Tetsu had even managed to get himself a job and lived in the apartment next door to yours which happened to be connected together by a door that could be locked. It was pretty convenient and Tetsu seemed to enjoy the independence, despite still having an owner. You didn’t go back on your promise so he would trust you… for now.

But it seemed more like he enjoyed staying over at your place more than his own but you never said anything about it.

Today was one of those days with him staying over, offering to cook for the three of you. Oddly enough, he seemed to really enjoy cooking and was pretty good at it so he ended up working at a hybrid-friendly restaurant as a line cook.

“Why would anyone come to a hybrid- FRIENDLY restaurant if they’re going to bitch about hybrid waitresses? What kind of fucking nonsense is that? I swear humans have no brain!” Tetsu complained rather angrily, his face screwing up into disgust while he gently filled in a dumpling with filling and then closed it up in a professional-looking manner. How could such an angry man create such delicate foods? It was beyond you but who were you to question him when he was offering his services free of charge.

The three of you were currently stationed in the kitchen, both you and Kirishima were sitting at the counter that separated the kitchen from the living room, watching Tetsu roam around the kitchen to continue preparing the mini-feast. Considering that both he and Kirishima were on the hungrier side it was no surprise that he would be making so much food and there were rarely ever any leftovers when it came to dining with these two. You always considered the chance they had a second stomach hidden away inside of them. It was unfair with how much food they managed to put away!

“Some of us don’t have brains, I have to agree,” you comment from your seat, mouth-watering as he dropped a bunch of dumplings into the steamer he had prepared, legs swinging around in excitement at the little creations. “Absolutely. Did I tell you guys about the twat of a head chef I’m being forced to work under? He’s a real piece of work, he’s lucky I haven’t bitten his stupid little weasel face off,” he huffed, starting to work on some sushi rolls. “Ah, yeah! What’s his name again? Okamatsu? Or something?” Kiri added, eyes trained on the food that Tetsu had been so diligently preparing.

“Yeah! Him! That asshole is so lucky they hired me! Without me that place woulda turned to shit by now, I swear, as soon as the opportunity presents itself I’m gonna offer myself up as the head chef. I’m way better than that jerk-off.”

“Here,” Tetsu suddenly said, shoving a finished dumpling into both you and Kirishima’s waiting mouths, “Is it seasoned enough? I didn’t do any measuring today so hopefully, it ain’t too salty.” He soon received his answer from the sound of you both humming in satisfaction at the flavor of the dumplings. The dog hybrid was pleased with himself afterward, beaming with pride before he went back to doing what he was doing, this time starting to cut up the sushi to put it nicely onto a plate. After months of getting to know each other, you had started to recognize Tetsu as an older brother figure, both you and Kirishima had to appreciate his nurturing nature no matter how often he would deny it. It was funny to see him acting all fatherly towards the two of you.

You began to think about how nice it was with the three of you. He was truly like a brother that you never anticipated having in your life. You were soon taken out of your thoughts when Tetsu spoke up again but this time he sounded a little more on the shy side, which was uncharacteristic of him, “...Question, uh, so, uhh… there’s this girl… at work. I think I like her, andIwannagoonadatewithherbuti’veneverbeenonadatebefore. Any tips?”

Kirishima looked at you with a raised eyebrow, silently questioning if you understood a word that he said in which you responded with a quick shake of your head and a shrug of your shoulders. He then smiled nervously before clearing his throat, turning his attention back to Tetsu, “Uh, bro, could you repeat that? Maybe a little slower…? Aha..”

Dramatically, he slammed a hand onto the counter, his back facing the both of you as he blurted out, “I need help asking this girl out! I’ve never been on a goddamn date before and I don’t want to fuck it up! Ugh!”

“Ooooooooh, now I see,” you began, leaning back just a little in your chair while rubbing at your chin like you were coming up with a plan, “Ask her to go and eat or something? I don’t know. Kiri and I just sorta- hung out most times.”

Kirishima chuckled at your words before thinking as well, he then snapped his fingers as a brilliant plan came to mind, “How about a double-date? That way you won’t have to worry about awkward silences or whatever! Y/N and I can help you ease up a little on the tension.”

“A double-date? With you two?” The silver-haired male questioned, glancing over his shoulder to eye the both of you, squinting his eyes as he observed you both. The more he thought about it the more he became convinced. It wasn’t like he was uncomfortable with either of you and he had been a little worried about coming off too aggressive so a double-date couldn’t be that bad? Right?

After convincing himself, a bright smile crossed his face and he perked up immediately, “Okay, that sounds good. I’ll call her after dinner then!” He then turned back to his food preparation with a little more pep in his step. You noticed immediately and couldn’t help but to tease him, “Oho, I’ve never seen you act some cheery about anything Tetsu, except the time when you first got hired. This girl must be really special. Is she cute? Spill the details!”

The tips of the poor man’s ears turned pink and he grunted at your questions, “Don’t fuckin’ pester me, demon spawn,” he then paused, his face starting to heat up,”’Course she’s cute, but it’s not about her looks. I think she’s admirable and I want to get to know her better. We’ve got some things in common and we happen to take off for lunch at the same time so we chat sometimes… I like talking to her about stuff. She’s funny, smart, and nice. Plus, the way she laughs and her tail wags at my stupid jokes makes me get all giddy inside.” After the spill of his feelings, he suddenly realized just how much unnecessary information he’d given the two of you when both you and Kirishima suddenly started cooing about how cute he was.

You two had dramatically turned to each other and interlocked fingers, eyes nearly welling up with tears as you hung onto every word he said about his crush. “D’aw, our angry baby is growing up!” Kirishima yelled, pretending to sniffle, “That’s so manly, bro!” “I know huh, babe! I feel like a proud parent!”

“Oh my God, we have to document this moment foreve-”

“BOTH OF YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP OR I’LL STUFF YOU INTO WOODEN BOXES AND THROW YOU INTO THE SEA!”

“...Kiri’s a shark though…?”

“AS IF I GIVE A SHIT, I’LL FIND A WAY TO MAKE YOU BOTH SUFFER.”

“They grow up so fast…”

Tetsu swiftly turns around, pointing a spoon at the both of you with a dangerous glint in his eyes before he threatens you, “Say one more fuckin’ thing. I dare you.”

…

Sometime later, Tetsu finally finished cooking dinner for all of them and the ones who didn’t do a thing were more than happy to set up the table, sneaking little bites here and there before they commenced eating, shoveling food down their throats.

Both you and Kirishima offered the man compliments, pleased with how well everything had turned out which made him more than happy to see you two enjoy his food.

When Tetsu had finished eating he went to retrieve his phone and shuffled over to his apartment to make the oh-so-private phone call. While that was happening, you had stuffed yourself full and were on the verge of needing to take a nap but kept your eyes open, relaxing in your seat while watching Kirishima happily nom away at his food, always astonished how much food he could put away. It was like his mouth was a bottomless pit or something.

“Is there something on my face?” He asked, leaning back a little to pick up a napkin and dab at his cheeks, his eyes widening as he stared back at you. You blinked a few times, only then realizing that you had been staring at him, “Oh! No, not at all. I was just staring at you… You sure do eat well, I’m kinda jealous.” The compliment was a little strange but he couldn’t help but feel slightly embarrassed, chuckling at you before rubbing the back of his hand, “Ha, guess sharks just have a big appetite? Takes a lot to get me full.”

“That’s kinda hot,” you mumble before standing up to grab your emptied plate as well as the dishes that had been basically licked clean. “Hot? I can do a lot more with my mouth than that, but you’ve already witnessed that, haven’t you?~”

You whipped your head around to look at him, shocked at his bold word choice before you snickered at him, “Maybe you’ll have to remind me again sometime.”

“Ready when you are, little gem,” he hummed back, shrugging and going back to clearing out the table with his vacuum of a mouth.

Cockblock Tetsu soon reenters the dining room with a disgusted look on his face, “Let me hurry up and tell you two the news before you start fucking on the floor. Kendo said yes, and we’re going to meet up this Saturday at the restaurant. I'm gonna make a reservation for all of us. And-” He paused, exaggeratingly swiping a hand down his face, “Her owner will come as well because he doesn’t seem to trust people.”

“That’s kinda cute but also weird, but I guess I can understand. Are you sure he’s not secretly in love with her or something?” Kiri asked, looking up while spooning some rice into his mouth.

“I don’t think so, but we’ll cross that bridge when we get there I guess. We’ll see what happens when the date comes,” Tetsu retorted while ruffling his own hair, “Agh, now I need to find something decent to wear. G’night weirdos.” And with that, the mastiff hybrid went back to his apartment through the door that connected the living rooms.

You looked at Kirishima and then raised an eyebrow before going to place dishes in the dishwasher, “I can’t wait to see what happens on the date. It’s probably gonna be funny as fuck.”

…

The date had been set for Saturday, a perfect way to start the weekend, although it was a scheduled dinner for the evening. It’s not like you were complaining though, it would be nice to see who Tetsu seemed to be so interested in.

“Someone looks good enough to eat,” Kirishima cooed as he came into your shared bedroom and sat down on the edge of the bed, watching as you got dressed and fixed yourself up in the body mirror that was in front of your closet. You finished adjusting your clothes and then turned to observe your big dope of a boyfriend, wolf-whistling at his choice in clothing. He wore some form-fitting jeans that hugged his legs just right and a dark red button-up shirt that seemed to be struggling to keep his torso under wraps, his hair neatly brushed back, just barely hitting his waist. Maybe it was time to go clothes shopping…? Or not.

“Me? What about you? I don’t know if I can make it through dinner without copping a feel or two. Should we have a quickie before we go?~”

“Hm, should we?”

“I really wish I didn’t have heightened HEARING!” Tetsu shouted from somewhere in your apartment, most likely the living room.

Both you and Kirishima looked at each other before sighing, realizing that you wouldn’t be able to do anything too… intense just yet, it would be best to wait.

Standing from the bed, Kirishima inched his way over to you and pressed a hand onto the small of your back before leaning down to press a teasing kiss onto your lips and whispering, “Maybe later, lil’ gem. A dessert after dessert if you’re catchin’ my drift.”

You gave him “the look” and then nodded your head, smiling a little at the thought of him ravishing you after dinner. Yeah, sure, he’d fucked you right to sleep last night but you could never reject his advances, he was just so damn hot, it was unfair to think about sometimes.

You couldn’t help your eyes as they roamed over his body, thinking about just how *big* he is. From his height to his hands, to the sharp teeth that resided in his mouth. Oh the things you loved about him, not to mention his big, fat co-

“Babe, you’re drooling, what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours? Hmm?” The man of your dreams asks, nudging you playfully before shaking his head, clicking his tongue like he was disappointed in your behavior, “Can’t believe you’re already thinking such things, what a pervert.”

And with that, he left the room, making you gawk at his back from where he’d left you.

“Did he just…? I swear, give him a compliment ONE time and his head gets as big as a fucking BUS!” You stomp after him to see that he was now applauding Tetsu who was all dressed up, stunned at how cleaned up he managed to get.

“WOW! I can’t believe you finally shaved that chin strap on your face,” you commented, stepping in front of Tetsu to observe him a bit closer. You rubbed at your chin while observing him, humming at his choice in apparel, “Looks good, looks good.” Tetsu chose to wear some black slacks and a dark gray shirt with a black tie, his coat adding to his dark and slightly brooding looks. Kirishima couldn’t agree more, “You look like one of those drama CEOS. I think they’re called Chaebols or something. If I were a young woman I’d jump right on you.”

The man you two were fawning over grimaced at the compliments and waved his hand around, “Yeah yeah, I guess you two don’t look so bad either, even though I’m sure you already know that with the way you talk to each other. Which reminds me, I need to buy earplugs or rip my eardrums out, haven’t decided which would work better. ”

“Gasp! You’re so mean, Tetsu,” Kirishima yelled after Tetsu, who was already leaving the apartment, snatching your car keys from their place on the kitchen counter before making his exit. On the other hand, you couldn’t help but laugh at Tetsu’s tsundere tendencies, following after the two and locking the door behind you so that the evening could truly begin.

By the time you had arrived at the restaurant, it was a bit on the crowded side but nothing too intense. The customers that were inside were a mix of hybrids and humans which was pleasing, meaning that you were less likely to deal with any bullshit so that was a plus.

“I have a reservation under Tetsutetsu, “ Tetsu said to the hostess who stood at the front behind a podium, the dog hybrid quickly nodded her head and began to lead the party of three to their table which happened to big a big booth that was big enough for their party, thankfully.

You squeezed into the rounded booth seat, Kirishima sitting beside you while Tetsu sat on the other side of the table across from the both of you. After the three of you had gotten situated, Tetsu shifted around a bit nervously in his seat, rubbing away at his hands.

“Dude, just take a breather, everything’s going to go just fine,” your boyfriend reassured his found brother, noticing the way he’d been fidgeting, “We’re just here to have fun, not like you’re gonna propose or somethin’... right? Wait, you’re not gonna ask her to marry you, are you? Jesus man that’s moving too fast-”

“Kiri, are you dumb? OF COURSE I’M NOT GONNA PROPOSE, what the FUCK are you talkin’ about?”

“Oh? Someone’s proposing?” A feminine voice interjects, immediately making Tetsu nearly break his neck to turn and look at the owner of his voice. She peeked curiously at him with a small smile adorning her face. Poor Tetsu was about to die right then and there, he didn’t know what to do or say. Something about her just made him all tongue-tied and he forgot all his social skills in a matter of seconds.

Recognizing immediately what was going on, you decided to speak up, chuckling a little at your friend’s nervousness before you looked at this mystery hyena hybrid, “Ah, we were just joking around. You must be Kendo. It’s nice to meet you, I’m Y/N L/N, and this is my boyfriend, Eijiro Kirishima. We’ve heard so much about you from Tetsutetsu.”

Kendo’s eyes flickered from Tetsu’s flustered face to meet your gaze, her smile only seeming to widen in a friendly manner, “Nice to meet you! And you guessed right, I’m Itsuka Kendo,” She then looked at Tetsu with nothing but fondness, “I hope he’s said only nice things, aha.” The two of them seemed to silently converse in that split second which reminded you so much of the first time you had begun to feel romantic feelings for Kiri which made your heart instantly feel warm.

The sweet moment was soon interrupted by the sound of someone clearing their throat. “And I am the great Neito Monoma, though I can’t say that it is a pleasure to meet *any* of you just yet,” a new voice spoke up before a gray-eyed blonde revealed himself, pushing Kendo aside for a moment so he could sit down in the booth next to Tetsu, acting as a divider between the two of you.

As soon as he sat down he stared you down, sizing you up with obvious disdain lingering in his eyes.

You raised an eyebrow at him, wondering what you did wrong. Usually, you’d smack the taste out of someone’s mouth if the opportunity came but tonight you would be on your best behavior (a promise you made to Tetsu). But, you were also not feeling the least bit threatened by the man who sat across from you even though you were wondering why he seemed to be so hateful despite just knowing you.

Kendo grabbed the back of the man’s color and proceeded to snatch him from the seat, replacing his position quickly so that she could sit next to Tetsu instead. The blonde scoffed at her but made no effort to move or swat her away, adjusting the hat that sat atop his head.

“So sorry, Monoma isn’t the best when it comes to… well, being a decent person.”

“Ha! I don’t know any of these people, so why should I treat them as friends?”

“Monoma, you promised.”

The blonde only rolled his eyes and picked up one of the menus from the table, beginning to scan his eyes over it for a moment before speaking up again without wasting any more time.

“What are your intentions with Kendo? Do you plan to date her? What makes you any better than any other options she can have?” He began to interrogate Tetsu, glancing at him with squinted eyes.

The question caught Tetsu off-guard and he could only clear his throat before thinking of what he wanted to say, “I.. well, I’d like that, but only if she wanted to, of course.”

“Do you want to or do you not want to? Are you willing to be fully committed to her or are you the type to easily get bored and throw away whatever bores you? Dog hybrids are known for their lack of concentration,” the blonde spat, smirking just a little at his own quick wit which earned a slap to the back of his head from Kendo. “Monoma,” she spoke in a warning tone, eyeing him, daring him to say something else… he does.

“I’m only asking important questions for your safety. It’s better to get these out in the open and answer before it’s too late,” he attempted to reason but then decided to shoot another shot, but this time he aimed it at you and Kirishima.

“I don’t know how I feel about you associating with people who have no idea how the hybrid and human communities interact. Don’t you know how unbalanced in power your relationship is? What kind of person dates someone they *own*? It’s almost like you’re forcing someone into a relationship. It’s disgusting,” he spat, his voice laced with venom as he peered at the both of you. His frustration was apparent but there was something else there lingering dimly in his gaze. Perhaps… sadness?

You open your mouth to speak up and nearly blow his head off with your choice of words but you’re quickly cut off by Kendo who growls at her owner, staring at him as she silently threatens him. That seemed to shut him up. When she realized he wasn’t going to say anything else, the ginger sighs and then shifts around uncomfortably in her seat. You, Kirishima, and Tetsu remain silent, wondering if she was going to say something or maybe even excuse herself to leave. This date was starting off in the best light after all.

“..I’m sorry,” she began, pressing her hands together as she deeply inhaled and then reached over to the top of Monoma’s head, snatching the beanie away from it to reveal shaggy blonde hair and adorable tiny ears that flickered around and revealed themselves. “Hey! Why would you do that?!” Monoma quickly questions, snatching the hat back to cover his ears again, “They could report us! Are you out of your mind?!” She gives Monoma a knowing look and he instantly quiets down, shifting his gaze elsewhere, not even daring to glance in your pack’s direction.

“I trust Tetsu and Tetsu seems to trust you two so I don’t mind telling you guys our story,” Kendo stated, hoping that her alpha would understand what she was doing, “Monoma isn’t actually a human, he’s a hamster hybrid but… he hides his features to seem human in order to keep our pack together. Er, humans haven’t been the greatest to us actually, which is pretty common amongst hybrids but… our last owner was really the shittiest of them all, in our eyes at least. Monoma has always been the protective type, despite not being much older than any of us in the pack. He’s always taken the blast of whatever has come to us and that’s made him have the worst experiences with humans so please know that he can’t help his distrust simply because of his experiences. I hope you don’t think ill of us, I understand if you guys want to end the date now, I’m sorry again.” She then bowed her head, preparing to stand up and leave.

You quickly spoke up, “Please don’t apologize, I… I can’t begin to understand what it must feel like, but I won’t pretend I do. I’m sorry that you had to deal with such horrible people like that, I get that’s why you’re so protective of your pack. I’m the same way, really. I want to protect Kiri and Tetsu with my life. They both mean so much to me that I can understand why you’re so worried about letting other people into your life. You don’t have to like me or anything but I hope that you can learn to tolerate me.” You then bowed your head at Monoma in hopes that he understood where you were coming from. His eyes widened for a moment, stunned by your actions. No human had ever apologized to him like that before.

Though he doesn’t say anything else demeaning, he does scoff at your display of apology, unconsciously pouting and puffing out his cheeks just the slightest before turning his nose up at you. You immediately caught onto his flustered state, almost cooing at how cute the narcissistic hamster hybrid is. Key word, almost.

Kirishima smiled nervously at the display between the two of you. Two pack heads, one seemed to be threatening the other while the one being threatened was as nonchalant as ever. Oh, how fun this was going to be.

It was quiet for the time being but that silence was soon interrupted by the sound of grumbling, causing Tetsu to groan in frustration, flustered and angered at his own body’s failure to keep itself contained. Kendo laughed at Tetsu’s angry stomach, playfully nudging his side with a smile.

“Guess we should order some food before Iron man turns into a grump. You guys should see him when he doesn’t get to go on lunch break on time, he nearly threw a fit with our boss,” Kendo teased, giggling at the memory.

“Jeez, bro, I always knew you were a hothead when it came to food but don’t tell me you nearly ripped your boss’s head off? Tsk tsk,” Kiri piped up, picking up his own menu to skim over it in interest which earned a hiss from Tetsu, “Be quiet, you’re the same damn way.”

“Oh! Haha, you’re right. Guess that’s why we’re long-lost brothers!”

“Order whatever you guys want, my treat,” you had added, chuckling at the light banter, glad to see that the awkwardness was starting to simmer down.

This time around the hamster hybrid decided to pipe up, an evil glint in his eyes as well as a smirk on his face, “Anything we like? Are you sure about that?” He then eyed you suspiciously, wondering if you were going to back down on your words.

Offering him a grin you nodded your head and responded, “Yeah, go wild. I can splurge a little bit.”

And with that, just out of spite, Monoma decided that he wanted to break your pockets just because he wanted to, an evil grin spreading across his face while you remained unbothered and pleased. You could barely contain yourself when the table was suddenly filled with plates of food, mostly the expensive items, it was too much for just one person to consume but you certainly wanted to see him try.

…

“Neito. Stop eating for fuckssake, you’re going to explode! You’re a hamster, not a chipmunk!” The hyena yelped, pushing away the plates of food that was in front of him, he had barely finished two of the fifteen meals he’d ordered but that knowing smile on his face only made him want to eat more just to wipe that shitty grin off.

“N-no! I can still eat more,” the man huffed, tugging a plate of unfinished pasta in front of him again as he began to fork some more into his mouth, his struggle was obvious and you couldn't hide your amusement.

Kendo could feel her anger bubbling up but she sighed, relaxing before shoving the plates away again and huffing at him, “Let’s save this for Awase and Sen, I’m sure they’d appreciate that.” At the mention of their other pack members, it seemed that Momona’s hidden nurturing side revealed itself when he stopped eating and sat up, silently agreeing with her suggestion. It was obvious to you and anyone else that had been watching that he cared deeply about his pack, which you couldn’t help but admire and respect, despite his strange personality.

“Should we get dessert?” You offered, fighting the grin that threatened to form on your face. Instead, you remained innocent, looking around the table in curiosity, your gaze lingering on Monoma for just a few seconds longer before you raised your hand, waving over the server to ask if they could all have the dessert menu.

Kirishima, Tetsu, and Kendo all seemed to sweatdrop at the tension between Monoma and you, it was obvious who was winning this round but no one made an effort to elaborate or even bring it up, instead, they opted to watch it all play out.

And as expected, Monoma bit off a little more than he could chew, both literally and figuratively, which led him into a tiny food coma that made him pass out after having one too many bites. Tetsu was tasked with carrying the hamster hybrid to Kendo’s car while Kirishima carried the many take-out boxes, leaving you and Kendo to your own devices as you both followed behind them.

“Thanks. Tonight was pretty fun, and- honestly, I think Monoma sees you as his rival now which can be a good thing,” Kendo spoke up, crossing her arms over her chest before laughing sheepishly. “He never takes interest in others unless he thinks they’re a threat or have potential as his comrades. We should hang out again, in a more casual setting I mean.”

“Sure!” You exclaimed, more than happy to have a new lady friend, “We should exchange numbers then. I’m sure we’ll be seeing a lot more of each other anyways considering how much Tetsu seems to like you, and you seem to like him just as much if I’m not mistaken.” Even though you had just met her, you couldn’t deny that she seemed to be friendship material and thought a little teasing wasn’t too inappropriate. The ginger’s face turned a bright red and she laughed a little, rubbing the back of her neck, “He does? I’m so happy to hear that. I… I really like him too actually.”

“You two are so cute, I ship it,” you tease her more, gently nudging her before she laughs again and shakes her head, mumbling about how only dorks would say such things. You both exchange a few more words and then she bids you goodbye before going to properly say goodnight to Tetsu, leaving Monoma nearly hanging out of the backseat as the two lovebirds flirt and blush at each other, obviously head over heels in love with one another.

Kirishima came to stand by your side, wrapping his arms around your shoulders to pull you into his side as the both of you sneakily watched the potential couple. “This brings me back, remember when we first started dating?” He asked, sighing a little at the fond memories, “We were both so dumb and young, I can even remember the first time we confessed to each other like it was yesterday.”

You laughed at the thought, unable to contain your fit of giggles before you spoke, “I still can’t believe you thought you were going to die after that baseball hit you in your head!” You then started to playfully mock him, deepening your voice just a little,” Oh Y/N! I have to tell you this before I end up dying! A true man mustn’t live without regrets! I’m in love with you and I have been since we were little kids! In another life, maybe we can go out! Goodbye cruel world!” You then leaned more into his side, draping a hand over your forehead as you pretended to faint. “I did NOT do all that! Why’d you make me sound like some kinda Shakespearean guy? Do I… Do I sound like that?” It seemed that your little recount of the beginning of your romantic relationship was going to have poor Kirishima going through an identity crisis… which only made the situation more hilarious. Honestly, you were definitely exaggerating a little but what was the fun in telling the truth anyway? You did, however, have his true words held closely to your heart and whenever you thought about him asking you out like he was on his deathbed you couldn’t help but bashfully grin and mumble about how much of a himbo he was sometimes.

As you and Kiri were walking down memory lane, Tetsu eventually came back towards the two of you with a flushed face and a small smile on his face, his tail wagging aggressively behind him, the fluff of the appendage waving around in the wind like a flag. It was obvious that he was pleased with the way that tonight had gone and you were happy that he was happy.

“Looks like someone had a goodnight,” you cooed, reaching up to pat the top of his head in an affectionate manner. Usually, he would slap your hand away but tonight, he was in an especially good mood and didn’t bother to wave you off, only nodding in response before the three of you had made your way to your car to start the drive back home.

…

Arriving at your respective doors, you all bid each other goodnight and went to your separate units, leaving you and Kirishima alone once again. A blessing indeed.

“Shall we have dessert now then?” Kirishima asked as he watched you take off your shoes and put them away into your closet after entering your bedroom. You briefly glanced over your shoulder at him and then gave him a sly smile that spoke volumes. And with that, he appeared in front of you and closed the distance between you both, placing his hands on your hips before he attacked your lips in a passionate kiss.

It didn’t matter how many times the two of you did things together, it was intoxicating and exciting each and every time, leaving the both of you breathless and satisfied in no time which was more than enough to make you want more and more despite receiving your fill.

[nsfw! content warnings: this is the end of the chapter in case you want to skip over the smut, it doesn’t continue into the next chapter so you have a choice to read this or not!]

The kissing soon turned into something less passionate and more sloppy, messy may have been a better word for the open-mouth kisses that you attacked each other with.

“Fuck, you look so good tonight, nearly took you on the table in front of the entire restaurant,” Kirishima mumbled while pulling his lips away from yours to tug off his shirt before he began to assist in removing your clothes as well. You chuckled at his reply and let him assist in undressing you as you reached down to start undoing his pants, “Hm, why didn’t you? I’m sure no one would have minded a dinner and a movie.”

He chuckled at your joke and then kicked off his pants before easily scooping you up into his arms and tossing you onto the bed, grinning down at you before he climbed on top of you, burying his face between your shoulder and neck. “Bet you would have liked that, wouldn’t you?” He whispered, his tongue darting out of his mouth to swipe at the side of your neck before he grazed his sharpened teeth over your skin, daring to sink them into you and break the skin. You grabbed the back of his neck, lightly squeezing it before running your fingers through his hair, pressing him into your neck further as you silently urged him to go onward.

Taking the hint, he bit down lightly onto your neck to test the waters, leaving a light mark that only darkened with some sucking that left you writhing around beneath him. He began to leave identical marks, varying in size and darkness all over your neck and shoulders as well as your chest just to tease you, giving you an appetizer before the main course.

You were starting to become a little impatient at this point which was made obvious when you tugged on the hair at the nape of his neck and huffed, making him grunt in response, biting down a bit harsher on your neck than he intended to. It was enough to make you bleed and it stung a little but it wasn’t anything to write home about, even if you gasped for air afterward, feeling a new wave of arousal.

“Just hurry up and fuck me already, Ei,” you groaned, leaning your head back into the mattress, awaiting that moment you desired the most.

The man that was straddling you leaned back and a dazzling smirk spread across his face before he purred in a teasing yet tender manner, “So impatient, shouldn’t you ask nicely?~”

Squinting at his face, you took matters into your own hands- literally by grabbing his cock through the open pocket in the front of his briefs and giving it a squeeze which earned you a well-deserved grunt of surprise.

You smirked at the response you’d gotten, starting to move your hand rather quickly in an up and down motion, grinning as you watched his face screw up in different ways.

You seemed to enjoy having your way with him, getting him back for his little display of teasing. Kirishima would let you have your way a little longer before he would grab a hold of the situation again, and so he did.

His own impatience began to creep upon him as he lifted your fingers from his shaft and hummed, “There there, you had your fun. My turn.”

You yelped when he suddenly grabbed at your hips and pulled you down to the edge of the bed which nearly made you fall off the bed but he kept you in place, pulling you flush to his lower body as he pushed his cock between your pussy lips, daring to enter you without prep, however, he stopped himself and instead began to rub his angry tip against your clit, pressing onto the little button with a harsh amount of pressure that made you shiver and arch your back off the bed.

He rubbed his cock rapidly between your lips, smearing his length in your wetness which made a squelching noise that was a little embarrassing. You couldn’t keep the moans that escaped your lips, shifting your hips around in a frenzy as you were starting to feel an all too familiar burning sensation in your lower stomach, “E-ei, please!”

You didn’t want to cum just yet, especially when he hadn’t even filled you yet, it wasn’t fair so you were going to at least *attempt* to hold back, much to his dismay.

“C’mon baby, I know you wanna cum. Cum for me, my pretty gem. I’m just tryna get you prepped to take me in, I can’t have you gettin’ split open so soon. You’ve got work tomorrow, right?”

Along with his question, he stopped using his cock to stimulate you and instead used the rough pads of his fingers to rub a circle on your clit that set your body ablaze, your chest heaving as your nipples perked up from the sudden feeling, failing to answer him.

His face fell into seriousness when you did not answer him, earning a harsh flick to your flit that made your hips jerk up and hump into nothing but the heated air lingering above your body, “Answer me.”

“Y-yes!” You yelped without thinking any more about it, holding back was becoming nearly impossible at this point as you felt an earth shattering orgasm come over you, eyes rolling back as you began to shudder violently with him still abusing your poor clit.

That toothy grin on his face that you loved so much crept up onto his face as he moved his hand from between your legs, flicking your juices from his thumb with a pleased sigh, “Good girl. Time for your reward, hm?”

His eyes that were glazed over with lust glanced down at your body, watching as you tried to catch your breath before he continued to have his way with you and bend and mold you into what he craved and desired.

As he looked down at you with a predatory gaze, did you truly understand the differences between the two of you? Of course, you always knew how much *bigger* he was, but you never truly studied him until moments like this. He could literally rip you in half with a flick of his wrist which was somewhat arousing to think about. Your eyes lingered downwards, taking in his muscular frame and the happy trail that leads down to a neatly trimmed bush that surrounded his thick cock that you would occasionally gag on when you were in the mood.

While taking in his appearance for a little while longer, you realized all too late that he had grabbed a hold of your wrists with one of his big hands, using the other to align himself with your entrance. He then bullied his way into your poor cunt, watching as you stretched beautifully around his shaft, squeezing him in a way that nearly made him explode right then and there.

“Fuck, you take me so well, princess,” he groaned, taking a hold of your wrists, one in each hand, thick digits wrapped around them like handcuffs, “Now, you’re gonna be a good girl f’me and cum on my cock too, lil’ gem.~” As expected, you were given no time to respond, shrieking in pleasure when he used his grip on your wrists to slam you down onto his awaiting cock, grinning down at you as he used your wrists to hold you in place while he rutted into you, snapping his hips with no clear rhythm. Each hit deep within you, resonating throughout your body in ways that you had thought would become familiar after so many times of doing it but he never failed to make you feel amazing each and every time, rearranging your guts like a mixing master.

Seemed like you were going to have to call off work with the way he was impaling you with little to no remorse, only interested in watching as your body reacted to each movement of his hips, the sound of colliding skin filling the room and your ears. As he repeatedly slammed into you, bottoming out only to snatch himself back out and slam back into you, you couldn’t contain the noises that came from your mouth and the way you kept muttering his name, begging him to slow down or go faster, you couldn’t seem to make up your mind with how stupid he was fucking you.

Little did you know, your bedroom escapades were falling up another set of ears who had decided it was time for him to buy those earplugs he mentioned or just blast some music into his ears. Man, he was tired of hearing you two go at it like rabbits, poor Tetsu.

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binarybitex · 23 days

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Heart Hollow writing updates from this week:

wrote over 6,000 words for chapter 10. huge progress considering this chapters been stumping me for months. I think I've settled on a name, but I'm going to wait to announce it (this addition finally got me over the 200 page mark!!)

cleaned up Boss Babysitter one final time before its release (I say this, but I'll probably end up doing one more reread. just to be sure.)

lots of small notes/ideas here and there regarding the remaining chapters in book 1. sticky notes have been my buddy this week for sure.

been thinking a lot about Andrei's acquisition of the Hotel and how he got to be the drunk, miserable fuck he is today. sigh. and so the ongoing question continues: does Andrei deserve redemption? or is he too far gone?

I cleaned up and released all my random Heart Hollow drabbles and one shots. I can't stop thinking about the one from Lewis' perspective.

honestly, pretty great progress this week! chapter 10 has been sailing smoothly since last week's brain storming break through. I hope to make another sizable dent on it this upcoming week. my goal is to be at least 4/5ths done with it by Thursday...... if my head is screwed on right, maybe I'll even complete it. who really knows at this point.

#heart hollow #max speaks #writeblr #writblr #tumblr writers #writers of tumblr #queer fiction #queer author #indie project #indie novel #my writing #oc writing #original writing #indie author #writers #writing #writing update #heart hollow update

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lovelyelbowleech · 1 year

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Hiiii I loved the new chapter so so much! I was recently thinking of going back to fic writing and I wanted to ask: what's your writing process like? do u always have 1 chapter ahead done for like a buffing period or do you just write each chapter in between posting? What's your editing process like? Do you plan out everything that's gonna happen or is it by whichever way the plot takes you? how long until zukka's first kiss? do you have an estimate on how many chapters a fic will be? how do u make your plot so convulted but still follow along? How did u make your characters to dimensional and full despite the fact that we've seen some of them for only bits at a time? what's your personal favourite scene in the upcoming chapters? did u realize im trying to ask about all's fair without asking about all's fair directly while also asking for writing advice? Have u ever written a real book? I love you thank you bye have a nice day!!! looking obsessively desperately forward to the next chapter!!!

Thank you for the great ask! Sorry it's taken a while to answer, life is being a bit complicated at the moment😅

Answers below:

what's your writing process like? do u always have 1 chapter ahead done for like a buffing period or do you just write each chapter in between posting?

I start the next chapter as soon as I finish the previous, so I sometimes start a week before I post if I send to my beta reader during the week, or if she can't get it done over the weekend, but generally there is no buffer, I just post when I'm done and start the next one.

What's your editing process like?

Chaotic. I write a rough guide for the chapter, with lots of place holders, then go through and add detail, dialogue, and fill in all the easier bits. Then I go through again and fill in all the placeholder bits, as the chapter takes shape, then again to add punctuation and correct all the underlined in red words, of which there are many. (If I worry about those things when I write, it would take me all year to get anything done.)

Then I tidy it up again, do a final reread, transfer to google docs, correct anything it suggests (lots of the writing a wrong word that's correctly spelled - like through and though, my nemesis) Send to my lovely beta reader, then follow her suggestions, and all the additional corrections, then post. Takes a while 😂

Do you plan out everything that's gonna happen or is it by whichever way the plot takes you?

A bit of both. I have a rough plan to the end of the fic, but there is a lot of wiggle room. At the moment I have the next 8 chapters planned pretty thoroughly - but even so, as I write, sometimes I change things around to make it work better or because stuff just becomes different when I actually write it.

how long until zukka's first kiss?

I see you slipping this one into the questions 😂 I'm not going to tell you, obviously, but I will say that Sokka might get a clue within the next stretch of chapters (before BSS)

What that means is open to interpretation though 😬

do you have an estimate on how many chapters a fic will be?

I did for the first one, bec the scope was smaller, now not so much. I plan about 10 chapters ahead in detail, and the rest is planned out by just the major events that need to happen at certain times. It gives me plenty of space for things changing as I write.

how do u make your plot so convulted but still follow along?

Timelines so I know where everyone is at that point, even if they are not in a chapter. So when I need them to be in a place to do a thing, they are lined up. I also have a lot of notes, and use scrivener to organise them and my chapters (although I don't actually write in it, because it does not understand my dyslexic spelling at all.) Everything else is just wiggling around in my brain and sort of pulls together without much thought 😬

How did u make your characters to dimensional and full despite the fact that we've seen some of them for only bits at a time?

Canon characters come with ready made backstories and goals that make them seem fully realised people. But as things move forward in the fic and motivations and feelings change, I guess I try to mesh those things together to make them still feel rounded

For the OC's I find if I make them full backstories, personality quirks and realistic struggles and motivations it helps me write them as full well rounded people, even if the details of what makes them who they are are not 'on screen'. It helps me write them and fit them into the canon world and mix with the canon characters. Of course this also means they ended up getting more tangled in the plot than I really meant them to. They were originally intended to just be outsider POV for canon characters, but a bunch of them sort of developed their own agency, and I found it fitted into certain plot points I was planning a bit too well to ignore.

what's your personal favourite scene in the upcoming chapters?

There is one that is mostly planned out that I have been looking forward to writing, although the details are still shifting. It's been in my head since War Crimes 😬

did u realize im trying to ask about all's fair without asking about all's fair directly while also asking for writing advice?

I did notice that, yes, 😂

Have u ever written a real book?

No, I have only ever written fic - I planned a book, way back when but never actually wrote it.

Thanks again for the ask, sorry the answers are a bit rambley. I hope you are having a good week!

#ficasks #wargames #allsfair

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onlyjaeyun · 3 months

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DADDDYYYSSSS HOMEEEE 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️ greetings my beloved angel zadie <3 🤲 i have returned ☝️ as i had been spending my time the past few days attempting to collect my thoughts and opinions on CH in order to serve a full complete rant 🙏🏼😁 anywho so i might not be able to cover all the events for the past 3 or so chapters but hello 😀 hoon fist fuck event🧍‍♀️. see now i’m all about obsessive men and all that but what the actual FUCK. wdym jakyung begged him to be vocal but he couldn’t and bro was whimpering moaning AND panting her (yn) name while he was masturbating HELLOOOOOOOOOO 🏃‍♀️ the GRIP i had on my phone while reading that chapter what the hell help me ya allah what the HELLLLLL🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️ im still losing my mind over it cuz not only is hoon hitting them beyoncè notes in the room when he thinks about yn bro ALSO can’t cum WITHOUT the thought of her😀 pussy so good left his dick non-functional 🤕 (i’m losing my sanity btw cuz now i know when hoon finally gets to hit it again 1) bros gonna be cumming the MOMENT he bottoms out and 2) bros gonna turn INTO beyoncè HERSELF.)

there’s just smth about the way that u wrote hoon being so pathetic and desperate for yn it’s just OOOOOO like it HITS THE SPOT MA’AM 🙏🏼 IT DO IT REALLY DO 🙏🏼 💯that whole chapter had me gripping my sheets. and the moment i finished it i started to literally feel earth’s rotation on heeseung i started seeing frequencies on niki i started hearing shapes like that shit altered my brain’s chemistry i’m telling u bro fr fr wallahi 🙏🏼 ANYWHO going back to the hoon fist fuck event (not really just pathetic hoon himself) i know his ass is gonna be dramatically sliding down the wall while gripping his hair and listening to needy by ariana grande when the gc brings up yn’s hook up with fuma 😭 like i know damn well bros gonna film 3 different sad music videos istg. looking at the camera all sad and shit. “you & i” by one direction but make it park sunghoon version. (also yn posting a very revealing sexy bad bitch hot girl summer ahh story with needed me by rihanna after she knows hoon is down bad diabolically expeditious for her When.) (i NEED sunghoon to rip his hair out at that like it’s not a want it’s a need i need him to lose his mind as payback for him being a sassy mf 😒) (u rlly think u the shit bitch. U NAWT EVEN THE FART 🥱) (i literally have no clue why i have beef with sunghoon rn don’t ask 😭) sunghoon u really fumbled the bag dawg 🤣🫵 pathetic ahh. look where your “snowflakes” and “ur parents never loved yous” got you sunghoon. IN MISERY FOR GOOD PUSSY 🤣🤣🤣🤣🫵🫵🫵 (ik he’s gonna win the bag again soon but let me have my moment) anyways sPEAKING OF FUMA 🙈 now when i tell u… that was so embarrassing. fuma why r u like this like r u not embarrassed. r u not ashamed of urself. do u have no dignity. what’s ur phone number. what’s ur address. what’s ur fav type of flower baby? white chocolate or milk chocolate angel boy? (do they make men like fuma anymore 💔) i’m so so so glad yn has a man like fuma in her life. (he did the bare minimum but he better be the fucking standard especially after that aftercare i’m LOOKING AT YOU BITCHASS SUNGHOON 🫵WITH YOUR BIGASS EGO DAMN😟) i can’t wait to see more fuma & yn (and sunghoon’s desperate jealous ass) like im so seated for all the upcoming events with fuma 🫶🏼🫶🏼 anyways so now let me ask u a serious question haha … 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂��😂how do i become tsuki pls i need heeseung so bad this is not a joke😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂like bro i totally wasn’t punching air at all the tsuki & hee references😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂ion even like hee like that it’s coo😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂(typing this shit with tears in my eyes while looking at my heeseung lockscreen💔) idk what i was expecting when i became a heeseung stan hes a PLAYAAAA🗣️ always whoring around ☹️#Hee4DaStreets ❗️ANYWAYS let’s move on i can always reread poison (masterpiece sent from above) anytime which i will be doing very soon bcs i miss my man 🤕🤕

alright now that that’s out of the way idk what to say other than i love the triplets (the older ones) with yn sm 💔 especially jaeyun bcs him & yn r like this 🤞 fr. and hEESEUNG GOT HIS DICK BITTEN 🤣🤣🫵🫵🫵🫵 that’s what your ass gets for whoring around😒😒😒😒(i’m jk don’t jump me) but anywho jaeyun is just like me. idk how to act around hot Women 🙏🏼 (can’t spell women without W!!) he’s so real he represents me in the story so well. anyways thoughts & prayers for jongseong’s nonexistent dry ahh sex life🙏🏼 (side note: jay baby i’m always just a call away🫶🏼) (and to think that i was calling hee a whore i’m sorry *looks away* 😕)

anywho sending u so so so much love babyyyy !! thank u sm for the consistent updates (and i’m really happy u like my asks as much as i like taking over ur inbox with my yapping 😔🫶🏼) sending u so many hugs & kisses take care of urself angel !!! <333

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THERES MY BABY GET YOURSELVES COMFY BC WE ARE IN FOR A RIDE LETS GO 🤭🤭🤭🤍

IM SO HAPPY YOU ENJOYED ALL THE RECENT CHAPS AND AS USUAL YOUR REVIEW WILL NEVER NOT MAKE ME GIGGLE AND KICK MY FEET I LOVE AND APPRECIAGE YOU SO MUCH 😭😭😭🤍

1.) hoon's fist fuck event was a rollercoaster for us all and i love how i can tell you went from oh... to oh?? to WHAT THE FUCK?? bc that represents most of us very well im aftaid 🤕 and yk i gotta ghallenge that cocky fucker by twking away his ability to last long bc he's gonna cum the SECOND he gets another taste, we're talking face buried in her cunt hands free just humping the air and shit 🥰🥰

2.) AAAH PLS I LOVE HOW YOU NEVER NOT CLOWN CH!HOONIE BC HE DESERVES IT AND YOU ALWAYS EAT 🤥🤥 not the mvs and pathetic crying i love you sm ngl i was a little worried when i got to the fuma part bc i was like wHAT DID I WRITE ??? but then i realised youre just as down bad as we are 🤕 AND IM SORRY FOR GIVING TSUKI A GF THIS TIME I HAD TO MAKE HIM TAKE ONE FOR THE TEAM AND YOU STAN A FLIRTY LIBRA WHORE SO THIS ISNT MY FAULT AT ALL 🤕🤕🤕

3.) i am SO relieved you guys sre enjoying their dynamics and actually know how close jaeyun and y/n are because their bond will be super important for future chaps!!!!

thank you so so so much for this baby, i hope you're taking good care of yourself and know how much i love and appreciate you 🥺🥺🥺 youre the best, my idol and role model ilysm 🤍💓💗💕💞

#; mailbox 📬#; cold hearts

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missoblaine · 7 months

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3! 6! 17! Spill your guts! Please? 😍😍😍

yay hello eva! time to chat!

3: What’s your favorite fic that you’ve written?

Oh, that's The Games We Play for sure! It started from such a place of love, for fanfiction, for SNS, for board games, and it grew and evolved so beautifully over the thirteen months of writing it. There's so much of me in it (as you'll know haha) but there's also so much growth and influence (in a good way) from the community around it and the general passage of time.

One specific example of this (it's not too spoiler-y) actually is in Chapter 15. The conversation Sasuke has with Suigetsu went the way it did because I'd had a very similar conversation with my IRL friend around the time I was working on that chapter.

Even beyond the world of just my fanfic writing, TGWP is my favourite thing I've written ever 💜

6: Are there any fics from others you reread all the time?

Good thing I track my read count in my bookmark notes hahaha. (also, side note, these are all SNS fics!)

1-800-Horny by an orphan account (😭) is one I've literally read 10 times (possibly more that I just forgot to track). It's 3k words of phone sex and it's just the perfect little bite-sized smut fic for me.

A surprising one for this is Almost, Not Quite, Us by xxjinchuurikixx - it's a 34k ABO one-shot. Honestly, I think this fic taught me to like ABO?? idk it's just really good, I've read it 7 times and when I feel like reading ABO, normally I will just go back to this 😂

Another surprising one is Happy Family by cymyguy! It's currently a multi-chapter in progress but originally it was a one-shot called Naruto is the worst project partner. The tags are not what I normally go for but I swear, I didn't count but I think I read that one-shot like 5-6 times, I love their dynamic in this. (The subsequent chapters are also great!)

So, yeah, uhhh, v smutty choices, take that as you will 😅

17: What’s something you’ve learned about while doing research for a fic?

I learned the term for verbal bondage in the process of tagging turn my pages gently (read me like a paperback)! When I wrote the fic, I knew what I wanted to write but just didn't know the official term for it (or even that there was an official term for it) until I had to find the tag.

For running down to the riptide, I learned that the song Riptide by Vance Joy was written, produced, etc in Melbourne and that was nice, made me appreciate the song even more.

Sneaky peek but, while researching my upcoming fic (👀) I've also learned a whole lot about the Club Penguin shutdown in 2017 and the private server chaos and controversy that ensued after it (that research will not appear in said fic, I just went too far down the iceberg 😂).

thanks so much for the questions 😊

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fantasyinallforms · 9 months

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From the ask game! 2 and 18 and 36 and 47? (sorry if too much)

It's not too much at all! Thank you for the questions! 🥰🥰

2-Do you plan each chapter ahead or write as you go?

A little bit of both. I use the sticky notes app on my computer to bullet point major plot points and scenes in order of how they happen. Then when I have a good general outline, I start writing and tweak as I go.

18-Do you title your fics before, during, or after the writing process? How do you come up with titles?

Oh, titling my fics and chapters is one of my favorite parts! I usually title chapters after I finish them. My fics it's a toss-up. Sometimes it comes to me early on like Sparks and Gardens did, and sometimes I don't know what it will be until well after editing. My upcoming biker gang AU is still not titled, and I have 50k written.

36-How do you write kissing scenes?

I usually look at some bagginshield art and focus on how they hold and look at each other. Maybe even close my eyes and daydream about the scenario. It's not about the kissing itself as much as how it feels and the circumstances surrounding why it's happening. I let myself get lost in the feeling of it. Then I just type what feels natural in the moment and edit for clarity after. The characters are hungry to write themselves if you let them.

47-How many times do you usually revise your fic/chapter before posting?

It's funny you ask this one because it's the point I'm the most insecure about. I'm very dyslexic, and I worry constantly about my editing. I used to get a lot of anon hate for it before I had a rigorous editing process. I still get them sometimes but I don't let those posts see the light of day.

I have the paid version of Grammarly, and that helps a lot. My process for editing is as follows. Write and correct nothing as I go other than spelling errors. Go back over it with Grammarly and catch as many grammar errors as possible. Reread and see if I want to change anything. Use Speechify or another program to read it back to me and catch errors that way. When I'm done with all that, I pass it off to my wonderful, talented, amazing, could not live without her, beta reader/editor. She catches what I don't. Then I post.

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Thank you for the questions!

Get to know your fic writer!

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lopez-richter-fangirl · 2 years

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Hiiii long sappy post ahead but read for info about the upcoming release of my college fic in bold!!

I’m just over halfway through final edits and the final word count is hovering at around *drum roll* 127k words 😳 If you've been following, I know what you're thinking, yes that is more words than the first draft, I promise I did cut some stuff, this is what we're working with 🤪

So now I'm like... pretty much ready for it to be out in the world? And I hope everyone loves it as much as I do because it really has become very dear to me 🥹 Structure-wise it's appalling, clearly there's still so much that needs to be cut but I'm too attached to it. But emotionally, I think it hits all the right places, there are points it makes me want to cry, there are points it was pure torture to write and yet this doesn't even cover as many years as the real life pre-relationship, there are scenes where I really think the writing is beautiful if I do say so myself. It strayed a little further from real life than I think I originally thought it might but there are still a lot of moments that feel very real to me, or at least to what I imagine they could have been. And this particular characterisation of them? They're my babies. And I had to keep reminding myself while writing it that at this point they WERE babies (18 and 21??????) 😭

I’m very excited to post the first chapter tomorrow (for a reason that will be revealed) and then twice weekly after that on Wednesdays and Saturdays 🗓 Mostly because I don't know if or when I'll write another fic so I'm not ready for this one to be over too quickly 🥺 (Side note: definitely not ruling another fic out! I truly love writing these two so much and if inspiration strikes me again I'm sure I would go for it, but this was the last solid idea I had for a whole fic and I think that's part of why I've taken so much care over it and made it so fucking long trying to include every possible idea I had, because if I am going out on this I want to be going out on a high, which I think this is. I'm gonna try and shift focus to working on some original stuff and we'll just see what happens on the fic front. Anyway!) But when I was calculating dates I realised a twice weekly schedule also means it'll be starting in September and ending in May, which feels like a fitting span for this story, even though it takes place over several years 💙💛

It's going to be a longgg journey, but I hope you'll join me for it, if you want. I've been thinking it might be fun to post the wattpad links to each chapter on here along with a little mini commentary of any thoughts I have about it, any BTS on the process, songs that particularly fit?? I know that’s what author’s notes are for but I feel more connected to my tumblr audience than to wattpad, you know? I don't know, let me know ✏️ But I'm grateful for anyone that wants to read it and any and all feedback. It's rare for me to love my writing as much as I do with this fic but I think it's because of how grounded in reality it is, they definitely feel the most true to the way I see Joey and Lauren that I've ever written them. And I'm really excited to share it with you 🥰

Shoutout to Gabi who's read all but the epilogue and tells me it's good so I know at least one person likes it before I publish it, and is also all round the best and most supportive friend ❤️

And I have to say a huge thank you to anyone who's ever read one of my fics. It started off as a single oneshot after AVPW and I now have like 175k total reads across all my works 🤯 I know that's probably the same 5 people rereading them thousands of times but that's still an absolutely mind blowing number for me. I might not have rediscovered my love of writing if it weren't for all of you. Thank you 💗

And finally here's a cover reveal for Right Place, Wrong Time ‼️ (very basic lmao but some fun/painful fitting details)

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honeyhotteoks · 1 year

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My thoughts about ITA are I love it, and you <3<3<3<3

Okay, but actually, I read the entirety again the other day, so here's my updated thoughts:

--I love, as other anons have noted, how you write Mingi. I feel he reads much more like a real, loveable person, instead of a one dimensional caricature he can sometimes become.

--I forgot how much I love Yeosang here. His constant presence and reassurance really is such a lowkey, but important part of the relationship development to me.

--I will fall over and die when Seonghwa starts...exploring things with reader more

--I eagerly await more Jongho because he also feels like such an underrated cornerstone to the stability of reader's relationship with all eight

--Yunho: no thoughts, head empty. Best boy. Husband material. Live for his responsible ass.

--San: I think I forgot in later chapters how crucial he is in the earlier development stages, and I live for his affectionate self.

--Wooyoung and Hongjoong are so interesting to me, because despite what some may call conflicting personalities, I feel their relationship with reader holds a lot of similarities. I would/will love to see how the rectify their responses to any upcoming conflicts should they arise.

All in all, sometimes when I feel dead on my feet I will go back and reread the last chapter, because there's something so delightfully hurtful and comforting about reader's inner conflict with experiencing everything she wants, and feeling like she can't have it forever.

Chai, thank you as always for blessing us with your content.

Here's an image of me when I get your notifs:

omg???? this was so sweet of you to send i love all your thoughts. i actually love that you picked up on the woo/joong conflict piece because that's absolutely going to be relevant in book two as more things start to come up for them.

also........... listen............. the seonghwa door is gonna open and it's going to be SO FUN. if you're interested in a little preview of how a few things are going to go down, feel free to look under the cut.

okay so because i'm a slut for good smut, book two is starting off right in the middle of sanhwa double penetration. you're welcome.

HOWEVER the other scene i'm working on that is like.... dude im so excited to write it fully, but it is reader and hwa finally playing with the remote controlled vibe. and he's just teasing her around the dorm all day but nothing crazy until he sees her in the kitchen talking to one of the other guys (it might be woo but jury's still out).... and he gets a little jealous and just keeps amping the vibe up.

until of course said guy figures it out and the rest is going to be extremely messy and orgasmic history.

#answered ask #into the aurora ask

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yelena-bellova · 1 year

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Oooookay I have begun my reread of TYL and here are my notes on Chapter 1...

1. Something Marlene said to Rosebud, about her not being ready to move Ellie out of the QZ on her own. Idk that just seemed to be reinforced by later chapters revealing she was a bit weak but later in the chapter she grew to be stronger, out of necessity - so why doesn't Marlene trust her (100% probably a spoiler to answer so nevermind)

2. I don't think I believe in pregnancy theory anymore. I believe in abandoned theory. Joel Miller left Rosebud in Texas running after Tommy going to Boston.

Cause like something about that kiss in 2003 "they didn't know it would be their last"

Like I always figured she ran off with Tommy and the fireflies but I guess not.

So he either broke up with her while in a fit of (rage?grief?fear of losing her too?all of the above?) and then left her in Texas OR he just left without saying anything.

Idk obviously I'll get answers with the upcoming chapters but I wanted to share what I "uncovered" so far.

I fucking love twenty years later.

- xoxo 💜🖤

#❤️❤️❤️#anon #twenty years later

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villanevehaus · 11 months

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Ch XII

Amused but not surprised to find that Eve’s love language is violence. So much kicking.

Enjoyed the “Russian smile” call out. I like thinking that it’s Eve’s way of seeing Oksana, even if she doesn’t realize that’s what she’s seeing.

I’m fascinated with how maladjusted Eve is and am enjoying that we continue to get little morsels about her childhood. Everyone experiences trauma differently, but contrasting her and Villanelle’s memories… it’s wild seeing where they’ve ended up.

Makes me happy to read about the pair of them flirting and playing together. Are they both chock full of cruelty and homicide? Sure. But it’s super cute.

Awkward acknowledgment and gratitude for the body contact/compression. Hopeful for an upcoming perspective swap where we can read how it made Eve feel, if Eve even knows.

Is it weird how much I like their interpersonal confrontations? I feel like fights with Niko centered on Niko’s needs and feelings, but when Eve gets testy with Villanelle, Villanelle pushes back differently. Villanelle centers the dialogue in a way that forces Eve to acknowledge her own feelings—and it makes Eve recognize how she’s treating Villanelle without making her more defensive. Cathartic as fuck.

Another one of Villanelle’s cheeky wordplays. “…fucked the life out of someone… .” Hooo boy, did she ever. Love, love, love it.

Oksana’s breakdown about family. :((( How are these moments so much harder to read than descriptions of fingers digging into intercostal muscle tissue? You know the scene in season 1 where Eve says Villanelle has earned the right to kill whoever? That’s how I feel about Oksana whenever I reread Oksana or Uncle or little moments like this family scene. You go ahead and murder whoever you want, sweet girl. *gentle pat on the head*

I’ll be honest, I have never liked Hélène’s character. Every moment she’s in the show, my brain screams SKIP. But I trust you and look forward to how you’ll leverage her character for something interesting and intrinsic to the plot.

As ever, thank you for a lovely chapter after the last few weeks you’ve had. I have this saying, “One too many rides at the fair”—whether it’s good or bad things, sometimes we experience one too many things and it ends up overwhelming. It sounds like you had a lot of rides at the fair. I’ve had a lot of rides at the fair lately, too, and it was such a kindness to still have a new chapter of TME to read. Really, thank you, haus.

tme anon

Postscript - let me know what you think of The Cell, if you get around to watching it. I triggered my own worms and have rewatched it twice myself since mentioning it.

TME: i am so glad you like their conflicts bc thats exactly what vil (and i) are trying to do! eve may not know how shes feeling but she sure is feeling it.

THE CELL: here are the notes i took while watching it in the dark on my Big Screen:

- JENNIFER LOPEZ

- VINCE VAUGHN!??!?!?

- VINCENT D'NOFRIO?!?!?

- music by howard shore hello???

- what da hell

- "directed by tarsem singh" yea that tracks

- please tell me that [carl] isnt vince vaughn w hair

- i love when movies toss u in and are like good luck!!! :) feels very "this is MY movie and I get to make the sense"

- jlo being frustrated that she cant sleep while in a room that has all the lights AND the television on. girl the call is coming from inside the house!!!

- how is he spiking himself up like that wadda hell

- oh hey its the guy from breaking bad

- oh my god its vince vaughn with hair

- "i thought you were gonna go home, get some rest, clean up" [brushing his teeth in the break room] "i did" - VERY tme eve

- im loving the camera work in this

- oh my god vincent d'onofrio is carl???

- yet again arts and crafts from found materials are demonized </3

- the cinnamontography :D

- i have decided that catherine and the other scientist lady are gal pals

- the water scene??? the baptism w the crane shots?? i go crazy i go stupid

- HORSE GLASS PANES!!!!!!!!!! giving damien hirst (neg) (fuck damien hirst)

- already fucking hard w this movie ngl

- vince vaughn is so bad at smoking cigarettes wtf why are so many of his butts half smoked

- what if we hooked carl and edward up like what would happen beyond Horrible time for edward. dyou think it'd throw adult/god carl off to have another boy in the house

- uh oh [do not remember when this was]

- i GASPED when the new collar came out

- vince vaughn has entered the chat

- as a bitch who Exclusively has lucid dreams i choose to believe i would be excellent at this

- vfx off da fucken CHAINS

- jlo dont chase the rabbit or whatever they say in pacific rim

- vulture :D

- this is one of if not the wildest movies ive ever seen

- cant believe thats vincent d'onofrio disemboweling vince vaughn in front of sexy jlo

- i want props from this

- they simply dont do costumes like this anymore

- or sets

- you guys are idiots obviously the weird shape line drawing thing goes with his back hooks come on man

- theyre girlfriends your honour

- said "whoa" out loud when adult carl's voice came outta child carl's mouth

- dude this movie fucks crazy hard tysm for showing it to me

- as someone who used to have nipple piercings i feel for carl

- me got boy, boy me got :(

- we love pieta imagery!!!

- i am forcing my gf to watch this w me tomorrow

- :(

- :(((

- SHE'S KEEPING HIS DOG i am emotional

- this movie rly said there is no escaping the inner child

i will have better, more succinct thoughts once the worms have had more time to digest and i have shared them w my gf but oh my god i loved it!!! so stylish, so unique, so?????!?!?! SO!!!!!!!! one of the movies of all time truly tysm for reccomending it to me

#tme anon #asks #movies #me got boy boy me got :(

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czenzo · 1 year

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On the Hunt - Chapter III

[ao3] chapter links: [ 1 ] [ 2 ] [ 3 ] [ 4 ]

summary: After Simon gets bitten in an unfortunate run-in with a werewolf, he and Penny desperately search for a cure before the upcoming full moon can force him to undergo an excruciating transformation. Lycanthropy comes with many other side effects, however – and not only is Simon soon to experience them, but Baz will surely be dragged into the mess, too.

words: 2191 rating: M

note: this chapter officially marks 100,000 words posted onto my ao3, which is wild to think about, especially since almost all of it has been posted in 2022!! woohoo

DAYS UNTIL FULL MOON: 4

BAZ

Snow’s getting tetchy.

There are two upsides to this: one, all of his irritation is no longer being directed solely at me, but instead towards his hot flushes and mood swings, which are pissing him off so much the only thing he can do is mope around in his bed and spend the day tossing and turning. (He hasn’t attended a single class since getting bitten.)

Two, he’s hot, sweaty, and mere minutes away from taking his shirt off.

Now, before you get all righteous with me – I know. I know Simon’s going through hell, I know he’s having a horrible week, and I know he’s terrified of the upcoming full moon. But you can’t blame me for noticing how fucking good he makes suffering look.

It would be fantastic if he could be sexy and angry at a much quieter volume, though.

“Snow,” I say. I’m sitting at my desk, alternating between working on my Latin homework (I’m vaguely impressed that whole scholarly articles have been written about such trivial things regarding the language, but also a bit narked that I’m expected to wade through all the waffle) and making my way through one of the many werewolf-related books Bunce and I checked out earlier this morning. “I’m trying to work. Don’t you have anything better to do than roll around in bed all day?”

Admittedly, part of me hopes he doesn’t.

“Shut up,” he says, hissing his words so much it almost counts as one of my trademark snarls. “You’re not the one who got bitten by a bloody werewolf.”

“No, I’m not. I have more intelligence and sense of self-preservation than that.”

Snow huffs, and out of the corner of my eye, I see him wrestle with his duvet and throw it clean off his bed. The gush of air it sends across the room carries a strong, distinctly canine odour.

Crowley, he smells like a dog.

Having a nose that works supernaturally well is becoming tiring. I’m still reeling from smelling Snow’s blood the other night. (If I close my eyes, I can recall every detail. It smelt of cinnamon and honey, of autumn mornings and coffee, of wood and sweet burning and so purely of Simon Snow that if Bunce hadn’t been so quick to clean it up, I fear for the lengths my body would have taken to get closer to it, to breathe it all in, to lap it up with my tongue.)

(I scare myself, sometimes. Is it possible to be addicted to a person?)

“You can’t spend all day like this,” I say, rereading the same paragraph I’ve been trying to move past for the last fifteen minutes. I keep getting distracted by the grunting and groaning coming from Snow’s bed. (It’s not even the pleasant kind.) “Don’t forget you need to keep yourself in check. If I turn around and find you’ve gone and completely wolfed out on me, I’ll murder you in cold blood.”

“What, as if you've got any better ideas?"

“You underestimate me.”

“I over-estimate you. I give you way too much credit than you deserve.”

At this, I turn in my chair to face him. “When have you ever given me credit, Snow? I’ve still not had a thank you for finding that stupid necklace of yours.”

His face contorts for a moment before softening just a fraction. His reply comes out stiff and stilted, but I sense an ounce of sincerity. It’s incredibly odd. “Thank you, Baz.”

I turn back to my desk and say nothing in return for a short while. Both the lycanthropy text and the Latin chapter I’m reading refer to the same chapter of a book I’ve heard of in passing, so I take a moment to jot the title down, knowing it could be helpful for both my homework and Simon’s current predicament.

“Have you tried throwing yourself into the lake?” I eventually say. As soon as the words leave my mouth, I regret not speaking them with more animosity. I almost sounded sincere and helpful, which is far from how I want Snow to interpret it.

“What?” he replies after a lengthy pause.

“Go for a swim, Snow. It’ll bring your temperature down.”

“Baz, the lake’s fucking freezing at this time of year. Are you mad?”

“I’m not, but you may become so very soon if you don’t get off your arse and do something.”

“Shut up,” he says, but I soon hear him shuffling around and getting ready to go outside.

***

I’m not entirely certain how he managed it, but Snow convinced me to come with him to the lake.

One second I was in the warmth of our shared room, being productive and most definitely not thinking about the possibility of Snow taking his shirt off, and then it felt like I blinked and suddenly I was standing beside the lake, shivering, actually watching Snow strip down.

Merlin, Morgana, and Methuselah, Simon Snow is in nothing but his underwear. Across his chest is a generous spread of hair, and I think back to the glimpses I’ve had of his bare torso in the past. (They’re far and few, but I remember them in excruciating detail.) He’s never been covered in this much before. Snow needs to stop making lycanthropy look so appealing. It’s fucking annoying.

“You are aware that being half-naked isn’t a requirement for swimming, yes?”

“I’m not gonna swim in my trackies, Baz.”

“You’re going to make yourself ill.”

“I’m not a psychopath. The trackies stay off.”

Before I can conjure up a witty comeback, he’s already gone and chucked himself into the water with alarmingly little hesitation. He didn’t have the brains to consider emerging his body bit by bit and allowing it to adjust to the temperature, no – he cannonballed.

Whilst he’s submerged, I allow myself a second to dig my nails into my scalp. It’s both a grounding gesture and a reminder that I shouldn’t be dwelling on the mental image of Snow in nothing but a pair of boxers. (I’ve seen him change in our room countless times. I’m not sure why this time feels different.)

He breaks through the surface of the water with a shout, and suddenly he’s the happiest I’ve seen him in days. He splashes around, swims in circles, performs underwater somersaults, and floats around on his back, watching the evening sky darken above him. Meanwhile, I make myself comfortable on the lakeside, perching on one of the few rocks that aren’t coated in algae.

“You should come for a swim, Baz.”

It takes me a moment to process his words. “What?”

“Let off some steam,” he says, side-eyeing me as he lounges on his back, limbs spread out like a starfish. “You look dead tense. All the time.”

“A consequence of sharing a room with you for eight years.”

“I’m not really a fan of it either, but I don’t spend all my time bitching about it.”

“I don’t bitch.”

We exchange a look. I don’t like the knowing gleam in his eyes.

“Take the stick out of your arse and get in.”

“Absolutely not,” I say, turning my nose up at the body of water. It looks deathly cold, and I’m not sure how Snow’s still alive and moving. I'm not sure I would've suggested the swimming if I knew it was going to be like this, and I’m not certain magic would do much help, either – there’s so much water it would take multiple copies of me spelling it at once to increase the temperature by a mere couple of degrees.

“I said,” Snow paddles over to the edge. “Stop being a prig and live a little.”

“What in Crowley’s name did you just call–”

I don’t get to finish. In the blink of an eye, he reaches an arm out, firmly grasps my ankle, and pulls.

I can almost hear Bunce’s voice in the back of my head, informing me of the many perks of lycanthropy. As Snow bodily drags me into the cold, dark depths of the lake, I remember one of the ones that had cropped up the most during the beginnings of our research – enhanced physical strength. Lucky me.

If I weren’t already dead, I’m convinced that suddenly being plunged into the lake would have immediately stopped my heart in its tracks. By the time I emerge back at the surface, I’m ready to absolutely throttle Simon Snow, but the grin on his face and the laughter that erupts from him makes me forget I’m meant to be pissed off at all.

I’m here, now. May as well make the most of it. I scrape my hair away from where it’s been wetly plastered onto my forehead and push my hands in front of me, creating a small wave that engulfs Simon. He comes out of the other side gasping and spluttering, and I can’t help the small smile that makes its way onto my lips. (He made a particularly stupid face as he was trying to reach for air.)

“Feeling refreshed?” I say, to which he splashes water in my face.

“Yeah, actually. Wish I’d chucked myself in here sooner. ‘M not burning up anymore.”

“And now we’re both shivering, thanks to your idiocy.”

He grins. It’s a wonderful grin, all teeth and dimples and pure joy. “You enjoyed being dragged in. Admit it.”

“You can go and fuck yourself, Snow.”

“You’re too kind, Baz.” He pauses, and then his features pinch together to make him look uncharacteristically serious. I dread what he’s going to say before he’s even worked out how to word it. “Hey, why d’you seem so bothered about my, er– problem?”

I pull a face. It’s probably not a pretty one, but I’m too cold and focusing on keeping myself afloat to care. “What on earth do you mean?”

“You’ve been reading and researching just as much as Penny has.”

“Pardon me for not wanting to share a room with a werewolf for longer than necessary.”

“You don’t need to be a dick about it, Baz. I was actually going to thank you for a second, there.”

I take a breath and start making my way back over to the lake’s edge. “Spare me the sappiness.”

“Aw, you can’t be getting out already. You’ve only just gotten in!”

“More than enough for me.” I haul myself up and out of the water, scrambling to find my feet on the now-muddy lakeside. Luckily, my wand slid out of my pocket as Simon dragged me in, so it takes little effort to retrieve it and spell myself dry. I also throw in a You’re Getting Warmer to help regain the feeling in my toes.

Simon stays put, treading water and staring holes into my skull. I smirk and cast a quick Test The Waters, sending a stream of water directly into his face. The long string of expletives that pour from his mouth straight afterwards make a burst of laughter escape me, and before he can comment on it I send another stream of water his way.

“Alright, get out. Bunce will kill me if I let you die of hypothermia.”

“It’s not even that cold.”

“Your fingers are turning blue. And” – I briefly pause for effect – “I’m almost one hundred per cent certain you have a mountain of homework waiting for you at your desk.”

Snow groans and mutters a half-hearted insult. Eventually he clambers out, and I have to quickly drag my gaze far away from him. (Soaked-through boxers leave very little to the imagination, and a mere glance has, I must shamefully admit, given me wank material for at least a month.) (I’m glad it’s getting dark. I fed after my classes today, and the blood is now going straight to my face.) (And somewhere else, too.)

As soon as his feet hit solid ground, he physically shakes the excess water off his body and immediately starts pulling on his clothes.

“Aren’t you going to dry yourself properly?”

“With magic?" He scoffs. "Yeah, as if I can pull that off myself.”

Watching him try to drag his joggers back on over damp legs is an absolute pain, so I give in and spell him dry, too. I put considerably more oomph into it than I did on myself, and it makes his hair fluffier than I’ve ever seen it. It’s like one of those blow-dried cows Dev once showed me a picture of.

I must have started smirking at the thought of it without realising, because he shoots me a dirty look. “I’ll push you back in.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Snow, if we don’t get back to Mummers soon, we’ll have our heads chopped off.”

“I’d prefer that over wolfing out.”

“Would you?”

He looks me dead in the eye. There’s a glint of genuine fear, and it makes me want to get back to our room and my research all the more sooner. I’m not sure I want to find out how he’ll handle it if we don’t find a solution in time. “Yes.”

#carry on #carry on fic #simon snow #baz pitch #snowbaz #czenzo.fic #on the hunt

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