#maybe this is in the boy chief au me and bee have

[artinandwritin]

The archeress herself <333

@rosiethedragongeek a little Siri for all our pleasures!!

#maybe this is in the boy chief au me and bee have #in that case this would be when she helps set gus' funeral ship on fire #but if it isn't its just baby girl practicing her skills in her little winter coat!! #httyd #oc #how to train your dragon #httyd oc #artinandwritin's art #race to the edge #rtte #how to train a dragon 2 #how to train your dragon oc #art #siri vínteri

[madisonthefifth]

Toh Human Au but it’s super random facts that the discord server came up with

(ft. direct quotes from the convo)

// (cw mention of religious cults)

Ty to the server peopoe for helping me with this, cw for oddly long chihuahuas

Darius takes yoga and is addicted to coffee. He has the most expensive expresso machine you’ll ever see.

Eda runs a tattoo shop?? More likely than you think

Kikimora used to be head of security at an amusement park but was demoted to an unenthusiastic ride operator

Raine is a music teacher at the local school, also gives out violin lessons through craigslist before they were hired to be on the town council

Belos is the mayor, Coven heads are the town council

Eda lives in the neighborhood but because of property lines, she’s the only house that doesn’t have to be in the Hoa and that infuriates everyone on the council/Hoa because she makes it a point to flaunt every rule she doesn’t have to follow of theirs

Luz ran away from home but got very lost and was lucky enough to stumble upon eda while she was restocking on inks

Warden Wrath started as chief of police but was demoted to a traffic cop

Terra, Hettie, and Vitimir own a medicinal pot shop together. - Running a drug smuggling ring on the side with Raine as their mule. So long as they cooperate, they won’t hurt Eda or any of the kids

Belos is the head of a cult

Hunter was immersed in said cult

Darius works in the fashion industry, and Eber is a non-verbal zookeeper who uses sign language (Darius knows sign, and Hunter learns it later on)

Odalia and Alador were an arranged marriage at eighteen, they had the twins soon after

Luz snuck off the bus on the way to summer camp and accidentally ended up in the town of Bonesburough

The haqsquad (Eda, Lilith, Alador, Odalia, Darius, Raine and Perry) are all around thirty here

Caleb was introduced to the town through Eveyln, and soon started investing and helping out with it a lot. Phillip didn’t like that. When Caleb became mayor he killed both Caleb and Evelyn, inheriting the position as mayor.

Caleb and Evelyn also had a baby boy, who Belos raised to be his right hand man. That boy was Darius’ mentor (who we’ve named Jasper)

Jasper went on to have Hunter, and then Belos killed Jasper and his lover, raising Hunter aswell.

Willow owns bees

Luz and Hunter met when they both went to care for a wounded bird, Hunter took in the bird and they became friends

Hunter was sent to many camps worshipping the titan (human au god), and believed everything. He wasn’t allowed to have the internet, or any books or stuff not regulated by Belos. Except one of the council members gave him a secret phone because they felt bad.

Odalia and Alador are weapons dealers

Hagsquad all went to a religious school together, but Eda drifted away from the ideals. She’s now wanted for tax evasion.

Hooty (we couldn’t rlly decide on this one,) is a parrot/overeager dog/slinky from toy story/a really long chihuahua/a weird cousin

Edit: we’ve decided he’s a pomeranian

Osran is a well renowned psychic, or maybe a priest

Odalia drinks wine regularly

“hunters that weird kid who spends all his time at the library and animal shelter, probably a volunteer and gives everything he earns right back to his uncle. nobody knows what's going on with him. he's prolly that one kid who acts kike such a dickhead, definitely acting out because he can't at home. yknow”

Lilith used to be a council member, but then was fired because of (something we couldn’t figure out), Hunter took over her seat on the council

16yo super religious government official lmao

Possible reasons Lilith got fired:

1. Electoral fraud

2. The petrification’t

3. Maybe embezzlement charges

Darius being the only one on the council to actually do something by passively pointing out the red flags to hunter - he was the one to complain the most about hunter being part of the council "belos he can't even vote or drive on his own 💀"

Hunter is a sweetheart so he wants to help the animal regardless. he visits Luz a few times and she keeps reading and doing things very much against his rules. and she's just "?????" whenever he starts saying shit abt the cult place he's in

Mason runs a construction business, and adding in the hc that Steve and Matt are his sons, Matt helps out with the shop and Steve works for mayor Belos

Ruler’s Reach and Cosmic Frontier were the first non-Belos approved media Hunter consumed

Graye runs the local theater company

It's failing miserably cause ppl keep dropping out due to attitude

He acts all high and mighty just because he had a few background roles in some tv show and now thinks he knows everything about the field of acting and pretends to have all these big connections

now he only gets hired for ads and bad ads at that, like constipation pills

Well i think they wouldn’t like it but it’s the only theater thing in town and they produce good stuff in the end so they can’t leave. That’s my explanation for how he stays rich enough to be on the town council

I was just thinking he was old money/a highly spoiled trust fund kid XD, I love this though

“Wait until my parents hear about this!”-Young Graye multiple points through his life

I kinda want to add in the Hettie is his aunt hc and that’s how he was recommended to the council in the first place

Emerald Entrails is a Roller derby team

If Jasper (Darius’ mentor and Caleb’s son), had Hunter at like 18-19 then Darius would’ve been like 18-19 when they knew each other since Hunter is 16 and Darius is 30 in this au

Belos is some crusty old man

This next one i just had to add in

oh also I thought of sth, since this is about traditional religious stuff, odalia won't be able to be doing her girlbossing tbh. or any of the women but we can kinda ignore that for the sake of plot

We make our own cult with our own rules

Good shut her up /hj

...two types of people

Bonus: Maddie & Davey sum up the human au convo

Davey: cult, chihuahuas, murder, arranged marriages, misogyny, hunter is the nephew of a really weifd mayor whos deeply religious and the coven heads are town council

Maddie: Yeah that basically sums it up

Davey: also edas a tattoo artist on the outskirts of town girlbossing

Maddie : And Eber uses sign language

Davey: maybe part of the reason edas so judged is bc not only is she a tattoo artist speaking out against the cult, but shes a WOMAN with a BUISNESS

Maddie: Terra Hettie and Vitimir sell crack

Maddie: to raine

Davey: once again, two VERY different conversations

Maddie: And Adrian is a spoiled rich kid with a theater business

Maddie: He wears a clip on tail /hj

Everfree: Terra S is the karen who yells at kids for dumb shit

Kenz: Adrien is a furry confirmed

#toh #the owl house #toh au #toh human realm #human au #coven heads #the owl house belos #hunter wittebane #hunter deamonne #toh eda #lilith clawthorne #odalia blight #alador blight #darius deamonne #love u peopoe /ref

[katytheinspiredworkaholic]

one night stand au for the ask game! (if ur still playing lols)

Yes I most definitely am! (Sorry this took us a sec, I had to consult with my better half 💕 )

This one has been unintentionally underwraps for months, but we work on it pretty much every night. This is a HotchReid roleplay fic, set in an AU where Reid doesn't join the BAU until season 3. And ends up meeting/sleeping with Hotch literally the night before his first day. But they don't know they will be working together when they do, not until Reid is walking into Hotch's office the next morning. And as hard as they try to have that be the end of it -- Hotch is his boss after all, they just can't be doing this -- they find themselves breaking the rules they set down for themselves. Again, and again, and again.

There's so much sex in this, we've already written at least 250k words and we're still going. It's so good. But it is... a lot of sex.

The lovely @spencehotchner writes for Hotch, and I'm writing for Spencer.

With +250k in my docs I feel like I kind of have to include a snippet, so it's below the cut. It's safe for work, sorry folks, just super long. Because I ramble like a mofo so my entries are so, so long. We still need to edit/beta everything but we do plan to post it at some point. Some day. It's too good to keep to ourselves.

--

Aaron smiles up at him goofily as Spencer tugs him up. "Mm, I'm coming, I'm coming." He scrambles up and follows him.

He would make breakfast if he could. He would make it so good, and kiss Spencer over coffee, and get to know him all day. He’d ask all the questions he wants to ask-- what makes him tick. What puts that beautiful smile on his face. What makes his brain whir, and his heart spin, and his body go electric. He wants to know all of the things that turn Spencer on, even outside of sex. He wants to know what he wakes up for in the morning. What he tastes like after a good cup of coffee.

Fuck work.

"What time do you get off work?" he asks.

Spencer turns to him, eyes wide and... hopeful. Fuck. Aaron is watching him, with this content and appraising look, like he's thinking of things they don't have time for -- not just the sexy things, but other things. He'd said something about coffee the night before, and for the first time since Spencer got word he'd been offered the position at the BAU, he really wished he didn't have to start today. He'd been looking forward to it for weeks.

But all he wants right now is to drink coffee with Aaron in his kitchen.

"Um, well -- first day and all. New team, new boss. Usually I'm nine to five, normal hours, but I don't know how late I'll be there or... if I'll be off early," he glances at Aaron from beneath his lashes, fingers still tangled together, shower beating against the tile behind them and steaming up the room. He pulls the man with him beneath the spray, straight into a kiss that's wet and slick as the shower warms them and sluices down their skin. 

He tries to pretend he isn't still shaking a little, aftershock tremors of their morning sex, and nerves about what Aaron is going to ask him. If he's going to ask him. 

"Did you have something in mind?" he dares to ask, and it's quiet and barely heard over the shower, but Spencer does ask it. He's proud of himself for that. The affect Aaron is already having on him is palpable, and Spencer likes it -- likes the way Aaron makes him feel. In general, and about himself.

Aaron hums, placing a small kiss on his lips, hiding a smile. "Yeah, well. There's this thing called dinner that people often do at night. I was planning on having it. Was wondering if you'd maybe join me."

It’s not subtle, not in the slightest, but Aaron is through with subtle for the moment. He’s ready to lay it out on the line, here. I want you, I know you want me.

Spencer's heart is about to beat out of his throat, and he smiles so wide he's all teeth and upturned lips and a deluge of pecks to Aaron's own smile that he tries to hide from him. They're basically the same height, the man can't hide a thing from Spencer when they are pressed this close.

"I'd love to," he beams, kissing him again a little deeper, a little more playful, and he's going to make them both late at this rate. But God, does Spencer love kissing Aaron. "I'd love nothing more."

Aaron smiles, pinching his side playfully. "Yeah? Well, I guess that means I'll have to get your number."

Aaron can imagine it now-- being on a case, seeing Spencer’s number on the device in his hand as he texts him good night. Them talking throughout the day today, in the future, little check ins on each other, because Aaron is sure he’s not going to be able to get this boy off his mind. It’ll be a struggle to do anything but text him all day.

He runs a hand through Spencer’s wet curls, playing with the ends of the strands, trying to memorize the way the shower’s steam paints a blush on Spencer’s cheekbones. Watercolor. Aaron could see him as a work of art.

God, he had to be crazy. But going home at night with a random stranger was crazy for him. Standing in his shower the next morning was crazy for him. Asking for his number was crazy for him.

Crazy felt good.

"Play your cards right, you might even get my last name," Spencer says cheekily, giggling and dodging out of the way as Aaron tries to pinch his side again. 

But he's... so happy, so delirious with it, that nothing could ruin his day now. Because he was going to have dinner with Aaron after his first day at work for the BAU, which he'd been dreaming about since Jason Gideon used it a lure to recruit him into the FBI just after his second Ph.D. 

For the first time, in a long time, his life felt pretty perfect.

Aaron grins and steals another long, slow kiss from him, feeling light and airy and good.

Fucking hell, does he feel good.

They get out of the shower and Aaron dresses as quickly as he can, because he really does need to go. As soon as he's dressed, though, he's pulling a half dressed Spencer into his arms to kiss him again.

Spencer manages to get into briefs and slacks and is trying to color coordinate some kind of dress shirt and sweater combination with a tie (literally everything is clean, this shouldn't be this hard) when Aaron is there pulling him into a searing kiss. Still damp from the shower, dressed in his clothes from last night, smiling against his mouth and Spencer can't help how he huffs out a laugh and kisses back with just as much enthusiasm. 

He really didn't want the man to go. But it was quickly approaching 7:00a.m. and D.C. traffic had to be hell, even with a cab. Spencer had always taken the train when he was at MIT, the East coast had a well established system. So he'd decided the week prior he would just do the same here and save himself the daily morning anxiety attack of trying to make it to work on time on his own. That's what public transportation was for. Regulated, mass transit. Set arrival and departure times. A soothing balm if there ever was one.

"Give me your phone," he says with a smile, still so close he basically speaks against Aaron's mouth. He takes the offered iPhone and puts his number in under his name, just his first name. Ready to make the man earn the rest of his personal information.

Maybe, if dinner went well, they'd have... all night to get to know each other. Was it too much to hope Aaron would stay the night again? Probably, but Spencer was in a dreaming mood. Reach for the stars, might as well. With everything going so well, it was only a matter of time before something happened to interfere.

God, he hoped they didn't catch a case on his first day.

Aaron smiles down at the name on his screen. Spencer. He pulls him into one more final kiss, his head spinning pleasantly. There will be more where that came from, he reminds himself. Prays hard in that moment to whoever is listening that he’ll be able to make it to... 

"Tonight," he promises. "I'll see you then."

--

The BAU Section Chief, SES Erin Strauss, is the one to greet Spencer when he arrives at the FBI building in Quantico. She's a stern woman, but friendly enough for someone in such a position of authority, and she seems very pleased that Spencer is there to join the team. Calls him 'Dr. Reid' often enough he knows either Gideon or his former team leader had mentioned it was something he was particular about -- or she was more concerned about his appeal politically than what he can do for the team.

He didn't let it sour his mood, though, because the morning had just been... too good to be ruined by something as trivial as that. Spencer had gotten the job, he was there in the building, had just received his badge and his gun and his ID card for the key-padded doors and a whole slew of other orientation day milestones.

And now he was on the seventh floor, about to walk into the Behavior Analysis Unit, where he can see people milling about busy as worker bees and his chest swells with nervousness and excitement and too many emotions to name. 

If not for Aaron, and their amazing night and morning together, Spencer would be all nerves and worry -- but the morning sex alone was enough to knock a lot of that tension out of his spine and shoulders. He was ready for today, more ready than he'd ever thought he'd be.

Chief Strauss leads him into the 'bullpen', as she calls it, a lower level agent holding the door open for both of them, and then she's leading him to a cluster of desks that must be part of the new team he's joining.

"Good morning," she says, startling a trio that was talking animatedly over coffee -- and then all eyes are on Spencer. "This is Dr. Spencer Reid, I'm sure you were expecting him. Is Agent Hotchner in, yet?"

The three standing there very obviously fight rolling their eyes, and Spencer gets the feeling it's not about him or his title as 'Dr. Reid' -- or he hopes not anyway. His hopes are confirmed when a pretty, petite blonde smiles sweetly and sincerely at him and introduces herself as "Jennifer Jareau, but call me JJ", the communication liaison for the unit. A position Spencer wasn't aware existed, but he could definitely see the merits of it. Then, she addressed Chief Strauss.

"Hotch is always here by 8:00 a.m." she says, in a way that was somehow not condescending, but probably should have been. "He'll be up in his office waiting for you, ma'am."

"Thank you. Agent Morgan. Agent Prentiss." She nods to the others, and Spencer merely waves and grimaces a smile, wanting to actually introduce himself and hoping the others understand at least a little bit. He isn't sure he can actually say no to the woman who was his boss's boss. 

"Erin, are you going to let him meet anyone?" says a voice from above them, just a half a level above the bullpen where offices line the walls -- and it's fucking David Rossi. Standing there, in the flesh, and Spencer is actually a little starstruck. Since when had David Rossi come out of retirement? He knows he's gaping a little bit, mouth parted on a million and one questions to ask the man, but at Chief Strauss's huff of indignation, he lets his jaw snap shut. 

Later. He can ask later. 

"Is Agent Hotcher ready for Dr. Reid? I'm sure you all have a case to go over," she says in a drone, and Spencer's stomach drops at that. Fuck, he hopes they don't have a case. He... has a date. That would probably be a bad excuse.

"I don't know," David Rossi says in a teasing lilt, then merely turns to the side and speaks into an open office door. "Hotch, you ready for Dr. Reid." 

Spencer is blushing down to his roots, and Rossi merely winks at him to show he's joking. Apparently, Chief Strauss was being over the top and not just like this all the time. That kind of makes the situation worse, in his opinion.

Strauss doesn't wait for an answer, and starts up the stairs with Spencer following and trying to get used to the team dynamic. David Rossi actually pats him on the shoulder as he tries to slip by. "Don't worry, he's all bark and only a little bite. And I'm pretty sure he still hasn't read your file yet." 

Well, that's not exactly promising.

Aaron still manages to show up about 15 minutes earlier than he had planned on. He had an extra suit at the locker in the office, and just went straight there to get dressed.

Which, of course, meant he had to run into David.

"So," David says, a shit-eating grin on his face. "Someone didn't need a ride home last night."

Aaron keeps his face stoic as he adjusts his tie, sitting down at his desk. "Do you need something, Dave?"

"Who was she?" David just barrels on, raising an eyebrow. "I wasn't under the impression that you were on the prowl last night, but I was apparently wrong."

Aaron stares him down.

"That good, huh?" Dave just grins, and grins and grins, and Aaron doesn't let the fact that he's had the most amazing morning in years show through on his face. Nothing can take away the fact that, on his phone, there's a number with the name Spencer beside it.

"I'm an adult," Aaron says, simple as that. "Now, can you leave? I still have to go over the--"

"Oh, he's here!" Dave says, looking out the door. Aaron's blinds are closed, and he raises an eyebrow. "Oh, he's young. Erin are you going to let him meet anyone?" David says as he steps out of the door.

Aaron laughs to himself, straightens his tie again, prepares himself to meet the newest team member. He hopes whoever this is will be good for him-- good for the team. He's nervous. He loves his team, thinks they have a great dynamic. Change is... different. After Elle had left, things had been rocky. No one could replace her, but this new kid was supposed to be something special.

Aaron would just have to see about that.

"Come in," he says, busying himself with some files to look like he isn't anticipating the worst, when a knock rasps at his door.

Chief Strauss knocks at the Unit Chief's door, the team leader that Spencer would be directly under for the foreseeable future, and just walks on in -- in fact, the knock seems a little last second. Like she doesn't usually announce herself when she comes in, and is on her best behavior in front of Spencer.

He's not sure why, it's not like he wouldn't find out how everything works around here eventually. He isn't going anywhere.

"Aar- ahem, Agent Hotchner," again, with the hesitation, acting formal. Spencer looks around the dark wooded office lined with books on Law and sadism and serial killers alike, until he turns to the desk against the wall. "This is Dr. Spencer Reid, your newest team member."

Sitting there is a man in a dark suit, broad shouldered, black hair, bent over some files spread on his desk and seemingly very intent on his work. Finishing whatever he was making note of before looking up at them.

Dark eyes. Darker lashes. Tunnel vision stare that pierces through Spencer, and all the breath escapes his lungs.

No.

Strauss turns back to him with a tight, friendly smile; unaware of the bomb that has just gone off inside Spencer's head.

"Dr. Reid, meet your new Unit Chief: Supervisory Special Agent, Aaron Hotchner."

#god please let this formatting work #everyone form a prayer circle that this super duper long snippet isn't all out of order #did i need to post a 2k snippet? #no i did not #but i wanted to because i love this rp so damn much #this is unedited and subject to change but i honestly feel like it's perfect #asks #ask game #HotchReid #Heid #katyswriting

[atinybitofau]

Y U N H O ↠ arranged marriage au

HOW FWB’S AND MARRIAGE CONTRACTS FIT TOGETHER.

warnings: cigarette smoking. implied mature content.

• he blows out a cloud of smoke.

• rarely thinking about his life decisions.

• today being one of those rare times.

• “Hey, you want some breakfast?”

• he turns to you while killing his cigarette.

• he thinks you look like a goddess.

• despite the dark bags under your eyes and crazy post sex bed hair.

• but he sighs and walks past you.

• not wanting to wonder about the beauty you hold for more than a couple seconds.

• “It would be nice if you answered once in a while, asshole!” he hears you call after him.

• he doesn’t hate you.

• hates the arrangement more than he hates you at least.

* “I thought we were having breakfast?” he asks while joining you at the table after an hour.

• you roll your eyes at him before saying, “From what I remember, you just shrugged. Meaning, you're a complete asshole with no feelings. So fuck off."

• he chuckles at that.

• loves your feistiness he has to admit.

• always found being home with you fun.

• that living with you was the bees knees.

• despite contradictions..

• “Feisty today. What’s the matter, daddy still doesn’t help out?”

• you sigh out of frustration, “I've been stuck on this stupid account for the past week and made absolutely no progress. He still thinks I can do this and I'm already giving up."

• “Want help?”

• “From you?” you scoff. “No thanks.”

• your relationship with Yunho was strict.

• strings attached and all.

• purely sex committed

• so you think.

• “Don’t you have a meeting with the Japan investors today?”

• Yunho shrugs drinking from his mug. “Eh.”

• “Do you ever get tired of slacking off, Yunho? For fucksake, we're getting married next week and you're still not being serious about even your work."

• "So you want me to be serious about us?"

• it’s rare.

• for the both of you to talk about your relationship.

• the future of it..

• that maybe you two really won’t last a minute in the marriage let alone in each other’s lives.

• always spited the other a little bit.

• but Yunho feels bad for you.

• feels bad to drag you into sex and fake smiles.

• fake pda.

• when he’s known your entire lives it’s all you’ve ever wanted.

• for a man to hold you and mean it.

• but..

• he can’t seem to find the honesty of it.

• of loving you that way.

• “No. Just do your job and keep our relationship the way it is.” you answer. “It’s tolerable enough.”

• he knows your lying.

• knows you too well.

• maybe he does love you.

• just doesn’t know it yet.

• (or in correct terms, in denial)

• now you’re drunk off your ass the minute you arrive home.

• so is Yunho.

• done celebrating two separate bachelor and bachelorette parties.

• with hearts on fire.

• brains buzzed to no end.

• next thing the both of you knew, you two were pinning each other to the couch,

• stripping like a bunch of college frat idiots on a saturday.

• wouldn’t able to do it if you two were sober.

• loved each other way too much to actually have sex when you two aren’t buzzed.

• thinking too much for it.

• he cares for you.

• loves you.

• you just want to be loved.

• but sometimes Yunho often falls short.

• “Breakfast?”

• same routine.

• it’s starting to take a toll on him.

• “No.”

• you blink this time stopped behind him.

• feeling fragile.

• and marrying him in a couple of days is starting to take a toll on you.

• “Yunho, do you want to marry me?”

• he stops in his steps,

• thinking that one cigarette wasn’t enough.

• your post sex hair making him crazy in two ways more than one this time around.

• “Why the fuck would you ask that this early in the morning?”

• “Why can’t I?”

• he rolls his eyes attempting to walk away when you call him again.

• “Don’t fucking walk away from me asshole. I’m marrying you against my will in the next couple of days and I’m not going to marry you under these circumstances.”

• “Then don’t!”

• you’re shocked.

• the way Yunho yells.

• answers you in full distress.

• fully red.

• fists clenched too.

• “Don’t marry me then. You don’t want to? I’m sure as hell not forcing you to.”

• “I’m asking you if you want to.” you mumble in response.

• he can’t answer that.

• afraid..

• he’s afraid it’d be too much.

• “I’ve got a meeting to get ready for.” he attempts to walk away like usual but somehow stuck in his place back facing you.

• you scoff and huff. “You’ve got a meeting. You? The one time I get the nerve to talk to you about this, you want to actually do your fucking job.”

• “Fuck off.” his voice snarls and he’s inches from you.

• hot headed and surely not ready for this conversation yet again.

• but you are.

• you’re ready to give it up.

• you and him.

• loving him not enough to get you to stay this far in.

• choking on the strings attached to him is what was happening to you.

• “Fuck— you don’t get to decide for me whether or not I’m doing my job.” he hisses back

• “When have you ever? As a man, as a chief executive officer, as my fucking fiancé, when. Have. You. Ever.”

• you two are like two fireworks that people think are dull.

• not going to go off even when lit.

• but something fires it the right way.

• and now you two are ready to burst.

• “I do my job as I think fit.”

• “As my fiancé, you fall short of that. I can vouch.”

• his chuckle’s fake. “As my fiancée, you don’t know me enough to vouch for anything.”

• you pull at his collar.

• in a less seductive way.

• more threatening than that of.

• “Yunho, you are the love of my life. The man I had always been tied to, you know that? How could I be dumb enough not to know you by now?”

• “Then what do you know? Hm? What the hell do you think you know about me?”

• his eyes have always been big.

• but boy is he goddamn blind.

• “That you love me. That you don’t work your ass off because you can’t stand my father as the president of your company. Can’t stand coming home to me after dealing with him. That you loved me since high school and never told me because you think I’d break.”

• well shit.

• maybe you did know more about him than he thought.

• “T-that’s not true.”

• “That you refused to marry me the first three months because you thought you weren’t good enough? Talked to your mom because you thought she chose me wrong. That she was wrong to think you loved me when she was really right. You’re trying to tell me that’s not true, Yunho?”

• he’s got a complex, Yunho.

• for being a bad guy in front of you.

• to keep you safe from love’s way.

• knowing well himself he can’t love properly.

• can’t live with himself if he steps out of line.

• if he hurts you while doing it.

• “Say you love me.”

• “No!” he pouts in dejection.

• “Jeong Yunho.”

• “No, I’m not gonna say I love you. That’s for bitches to say.”

• “Okay.” you press your lips together. “Then as a cold hearted bitch, I say I love you. Now you have to say it back.”

• you’ve always been a feisty thing, he thinks.

• too much sex appeal for your own good.

• too much appeal in general.

• but it’s a quality he also fell in love with.

• “I’m not saying it back.”

• “You will.”

• “No because I’m no bitch.”

• “Oh for heavensake—“

• you pull him down to your height and force a kiss.

• knowing well Yunho wouldn’t fight back.

• and he doesn’t.

• cause he’s got it all figured out.

• that you know him too well.

• he’s heavily breathing when he holds your cheeks in his hands. “Okay yes. I love you. God I love you. Hell, been dying to say that since I dicked you down the first time. Loving you since you started loving me.”

• you chuckle against his lips. “Well I can’t blame you. Loving me is as toxic as our relationship. As addicting as the cigarettes you put in your mouth every morning.”

• “Loving you,” he curves his nose against yours, buzzed alone by your morning scent and warmth, “is the best drug on the planet. Forbidden and detestable. And maybe enough for a cancer stick substitute.”

• you let him kiss you.

• hands wrapped around his neck.

• “Mrs. Jeong Yunho.” you mumble as he peppers you in sultry kisses. “Never thought I’d like the sound of that sober.”

• “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” he whispers.

• “I’m already drunk.”

lmao unedited cause I worked ten hours today sorreh.

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@atinybitofau

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[missaudreyhorney]

(Almost) Every Idea Ever

Although I rarely ever finish writing a fic, that never stops me from getting new ideas for them. Terrible, horrible, dumpster fire ideas. Okay, some of them are wholesome on occasion, but mostly it’s just filth. I've excluded a couple of things because either they were just too awful to mention or I’m currently working on them and I want it to be a surprise.

The first story I started to write this year was original fiction but with the main male character heavily inspired by Jim Hopper. It was about a recently married young woman having an affair with her father-in-law. This really set a precedent for the rest of my ideas and should indicate to you the level of depravity on this list.

Hopper x Reader:

Hurts So Good series - In 1982, Reader is Mayor Kline’s daughter and has a crush on Chief Hopper. She decides to pursue him and things don’t go quite as planned but they still end up having steamy, rough sex. A secret affair begins between the two of them but it eventually leads to heartbreak. Heavy emphasis on Dom/sub and pain kink. - Initial pursuit, fingering in the car, sex (60%) - Phone sex the following day (70%) - Rough sex, bordering on consensual nonconsent (partially written) - Introduction to Daddy kink (notes) - Body worship (notes) - Bruise kink (notes) - Facesitting (50%) - hurt/comfort throatfucking, an argument, angst/fluff (75%) - Orgasm denial/control (70%) - Possible gunplay? (Unwritten) - Disciplinary spanking (notes)

Dress You Up series - In 1985, Hopper meets plus-size!Reader at JCPenney when he comes in to pick out a shirt for his date. After Joyce stands him up, he decides to come back and ask Reader out instead. Probably the cutest idea I’ve ever had for smut. Inspired by flamehairedwritings and flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash. - 1st meeting, 2nd meeting, date, sex (50%) - 2nd date, a continuation of My First Drabble (partially written) - Meeting El and she’s standoffish (notes)

Domestic Smut - Reader and husband!Hopper are at the cabin alone together one weekend. After breakfast, she tries to wash the dishes but the sink is broken, the water squirting everywhere. A water fight turns into a tickle fight which turns into kitchen table sex. (50%)

Hopper blindfolding Reader during sex at the cabin (Notes)

Hopper blindfolding Reader during a blowjob in his office at the police station (Minimal notes)

Hopper rubbing a popsicle on Reader’s body then licking it off (Minimal notes)

Hopper coming over to Reader’s house, unannounced, late at night, in the rain, for a quick rough fuck. Inspired by one of the pictures from the Playboy shoot. (Partially written)

Licking Hopper’s hand and arm veins to get his attention while he reads the Sunday newspaper. (Unwritten)

Sucking Hopper’s cock while he smokes a cigar on the porch and either ignores you or looks at you with disdain. Inspired by a compilation video of David smoking a cigar on Instagram Live. (Unwritten)

Consensual nonconsent fantasy where Hopper touches Reader and tells her to say no to him while he’s making her cum. Rough, forceful sex immediately follows. (Partially written)

Bootlicker - anti-cop Reader has a secret fetish for cops and Hopper is more than happy to oblige them and keep quiet about it. (Notes)

Working out my own personal issues via smut, bigender-questioning AFAB Reader puts on Hopper’s uniform shirt and hat. Much to their delight, he says they look like a boy. He also says “If you’re going to dress like a boy, I’m going to fuck you like one.” Basically just incredible anal sex while Hopper calls Reader a good boy. Extremely niche subject but the fantasy of this is so affirming to me, I can’t not think about it. (Notes)

Hopper x Reader requests

A sequel to Little Magnum where the dog is a few years older. There is maybe also a cat? (Unwritten)

Fire & Ice - Reader is playing in the snow when it’s getting dark outside. Hopper tells them to come in but they don’t listen. Reader falls and hurts their ankle then Hopper gets angry at their disobedience. Not because he’s a jerk, but because he can’t imagine his life without Reader and doesn’t want to lose them. Angsty hurt/comfort. (~70%)

Replacement idea since Fire & Ice was much too angsty - Reader gets stung by a bee and Hopper freaks out. Reader is fine but he babies them nonetheless, because again, his greatest fear is losing them. Very cute and silly. (unwritten)

Freezeframe - Reader bought Hopper a Polaroid camera for his birthday and he hasn’t used it months later. Taking matters into her own hands, she uses the camera for some naughty selfies. Once Hopper finds the pictures, he decides to assume the role of photographer and gets some very intimate shots of Reader. (80-85%)

Morning Wood - Reader lets themself into the cabin early one Summer morning and sees Hopper in bed, fully nude, just a sheet covering the part they want to see most. Hop wakes up, invites Reader into bed with him, and a blowjob ensues. Very detailed description of his body. (Notes)

Hopper gets injured and needs Reader to patch him up. She gets pissed though for him being in yet another dangerous situation where he yet again gets hurt. Reader reprimanding him leads to confessions of feelings which leads to sex. (Unwritten)

Reader has been feeling ignored by Hopper lately and decides to make him jealous to get his attention. She flirts with another man at a bar while Hopper watches and seethes with rage. He punishes her by dragging her into the parking lot then spanking over the tailgate of his Chevy Blazer. Rough sex and more spanking goes down back at the cabin. Based on my jealous!Hopper headcanon post. (Partially written)

Principal Hopper  - One of the worst ideas I’ve ever had, which is saying A LOT. High school principal Hopper catches one of his 18-year-old female students spying on him between classes and confronts her about it. Sexual tension bubbles up until neither of them can control themselves. Based on a fantasy told to me by a friend who I will not name. (Notes)

Hopper x Reader AUs

Messing Around With Jim series - A continuation of The Big Game, Afterschool Special, and Third Time’s A Charm. Modern!Hopper and Reader having all kinds of sex. - Fingering, gentle sex, tender orgasm control (50%) - Period sex, vibrator (Notes) - First blowjob, a continuation of A Sampling (partially written) - Hop eating Reader’s pussy for his birthday (minimal notes) - Fingering in the car, truck bed sex (notes) - Another blowjob, rough sex over the hood of a car (partially written) - Pussy eating at the park (notes) - Hop not understanding FaceTime, fluff, smut (unwritten) - Roleplaying how they met, sex at Reader’s parents house (notes) - July 4th fingering, rough sex, surprises (notes) - Remote control vibrator (partially written) - More pussy eating, this time in Hop’s cutting edge shirt (partially written) - Yet another blowjob, this time in a movie theater (unwritten) - Jealousy resulting in overstimulation/”forced” orgasms (notes) - 4 part miniseries about butt plugs/anal sex (notes) - Confronting her parents, angst (55-60%) - Learning about Sara, ANGST! (notes)

Vacation series - modem!Hopper and Reader go on vacation together. That’s it, that’s the plot. Idea from David’s Croatian vacation pics and conversations with Tayler. All just notes at this point. - Christening the hotel bed - Bratty Reader getting semi-publicly punished - Hopper taking care of drunk!Reader, humor, fluff - Double date

carpenter!Hopper - Reader is recently divorced and hires Hop to make repairs on her house before she sells it. Graphic detail of him doing manly things like sawing and hammering. Porn with plot. Inspired by another friend, she knows who she is. (Notes in the form of a 500-word summary)

Detective Hopper - various bits and pieces of ideas inspired by David being digitally handcuffed to Darren Criss and Michael Stuhlbarg in Vanity Fair, plus a few pictures in 2016. (Unwritten)

Captain Hopper - a collaboration with @pkg4mumtown. She said she was thinking about fire captain!Hopper rescuing her from a burning building and I told her my pre-existing firefighter idea of being saved and then wanting to thank him in a variety of ways. Things snowballed from there and I decided we need to write it. Mostly just notes so far. - Initial meeting, first date, sex - Second date, making dinner together, sex

Hopper x Joyce:

There is a list of my Jopper ideas (Various degrees of notes)

Teenage Joyce and Hopper meeting in high school and their relationship that follows. Maybe a oneshot? Maybe a series? (Notes)

Hopper x Billy: (Over 18-years-old and no longer in high school!)

1940/50’s AU - Hopper meets expat Billy at a cigar club while on vacation in Havana. A familiar face, so to speak, in a foreign land. Hop pays Billy to take him back to his apartment and “keep him company”. Maybe two chapters? Inspired by a photo of Dacre Montgomery in GQ Germany. (Partially written.)

Hopper catches Billy “renting his time” at a truck stop outside of town and threatens to arrest him, but Billy bribes him with sex. (Unwritten.) I’m sorry but there’s just something about the idea of rent boy Billy that I absolutely love.

Hopper + Billy + Reader - completely implausible threeway (Unwritten)

David Harbour RPF:

AU where instead of being an actor, he’s a drama teacher at a high school in New York City and the kids from Stranger Things are his students. Pure fluff. (Please write this for me!)

Giving him a blow job before an important event. TWO different versions. Inspired by numerous photos of David wearing a robe. (Minimal notes)

Riding his thigh and everything that entails. Inspired by a picture of David from GQ Mexico. (Minimal notes)

touch-starved!David hires a sexworker during the pandemic because he’s lonely quarantining by himself. No sex. He literally just wants a hug and someone to be affectionate with him. Unconventional fluff. (Unwritten)

Other DKH-related shenanigans:

Let’s Ride sequel - Reader goes on a second date with Deacon from SoulCycle, they go out for sashimi and end up at his place. He has a cat that he inherited from a neighbor. Reader teaches him how to put her in a chokehold. (Unwritten)

Alexei Shostakov smut - some type of Bond Girl situation where Reader has to seduce him. Just an excuse for me to lovingly describe his large tattooed body in vivid detail. (Unwritten)

The Stranger - Reader has an ongoing affair with a mysterious man whose name is never mentioned. They meet at high society functions and hook up in fancy hotels. One night, he finds out that she’s married and punishes her for her dishonesty. Inspired by a photo of David looking annoyed in a tuxedo. (Notes)

Daddy Dom/little girl roleplay fantasy. Sweet, smutty, and slightly taboo. (Notes)

Daddy’s Little...Helper - Me, as submissive!Reader, watching Daddy jack off right in front of my face after he comes home from work. Based on a conversation with an Instagram friend and a picture of David in the play “Cal In Camo” where he’s holding a beer bottle between his legs. (65%)

Stranger Things x Twin Peaks crossover - Chief Jim Hopper comes to Twin Peaks to help Special Agent Dale Cooper solve some type of paranormal mystery. Perhaps a parallel between The Black Lodge and The Upside Down? I think this would work really really well, but I can’t write it myself. (Please write this for me!)

In conclusion: Yes, I know I need to have my head examined. Yes, I know I spend too much time thinking about Jim Hopper. Let me know if you LIKE these ideas. Please do not let me know if you hate these ideas.

Tagging: @manawhaat @strangest-hour @007swhore @kingphillipblake @david-harbour-arg @misshawkins1993 @oxforddrama 

#ST FF ideas #fanfic inspiration #DID NOT proofread this when I was done

[heechulhamster]

How Are You? - Minseok

KIM MINSEOK x Reader

Office! AU, Fluff, Implied Sex

You were always happy to interact and talk to him. But the way he asks the same three words over and over agitates the hell out of you. And you thought all he needed was a little push to cross the line towards you. 

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This week’s worth of paperwork laid scattered on your desk before you took the initiative to organize them. Stacking all the memos, business proposals, and reports according to urgency and folder size. You left your desk in its neat state, standing up and grabbing your black leather handbag and putting your moleskine planner inside. It’s quite hard to understand why heels are considered mandatory attire in an office environment. Does it even help you produce better marketing ideas? Or does it increase the sales of the condominium units you try to sell? You don’t think so.

With your painful feet and four inch heels, you walked outside the room on the 21st floor. Taking a quick peek on your wristwatch, it read 8:00 in the evening. You’ve been working overtime the past few days due to the struggle of a new release of a product. Working marketing in a corporate company can be rewarding in terms of salary but sure is a huge pain in the ass when it comes to stress.

You let out a yawn just after you pressed the down button of the elevator. Seeing that it came from the 25th floor, you know that some higher ups must’ve been grinding the extra hours too.

A little chunk of your fatigue evaporated into thin air when the elevator doors opened. It revealed a man of your own age, his soft yet feline-like features masked his own tiredness. He wore his circular eyeglasses, and a pinstriped white dress shirt that was tucked in his slacks. His whole aura just spoke of class, superiority, and poshness. And his mere presence is enough to bring a tint of pink on your cheeks.

“How are you? Overtime?” Minseok asked as you entered the confined steel box ready to enclose the both of you.

You nodded, “The new product release made marketing become busy bees.” You explained accompanied with a tired laugh.

“Yeah, finance ain’t having it easy either.” He also let out a worn out chuckle.

Ah, yes. You belong in the two factions of the company that never seem to understand each other. You belonging in the group of people that try your hardest for a product to sell, as a Product Manager. And Minseok belongs to those who just want the company to sell and sell, and sell - Finance. You remember how you both started almost at the same time, him only being ahead of you 6 months in the company. But here he is now, awaiting the revered promotion of being Chief Financial Officer. Minseok works hard, real hard.

You’ve always had a sense of admiration for him and his commendable work ethic. Remembering how often it is you see each other like this, tired and burn out from all the requirements, paperwork, and demands your bosses give you. But Minseok never fails to show and do his best, partnered with his gummy smile.

It was needless to say that your admiration for Minseok is more than just a simple appreciation. You still have the stirrer you kept from the coffee he bought you one busy night. Not even remembering why he gave you nor how he knew that Caramel Macchiato was your favorite. But you knew you had to keep remembrance of the wonderful memory, and the small plastic stirrer still lied in the drawer of your dresser. Like a letter a teenage girl received during high school

Yet, your interactions were always limited to casual pleasantries. A nod on the hallways, a wave you exchange when you see yourself in the lobby, and his never ending “how are you?” It has always been a how are you.

It was the yearly gala night of the company, where hard working staff and committees were recognized and rewarded. You dressed to the nines, as it was one of the few opportunities for you to show how much you could take care of yourself. Clad in a deep blue satin dress, a color you chose probably due to the knowledge that it was his favorite color and there’s a high chance for you to look matching with him. Extra efforts were took for you to look your best, to probably nudge Minseok a little bit and wake him up. But no, the moment you socialized with their table, it was the same old how are you.

You even took your skepticism to another level when you went and approached Yixing, one of his close friends in marketing.

“You think Minseok knows any other sentence except how are you?” You blurted out during lunch, looking out to the far table where the man in question sat alone.

“Yeah, he’s a bit of a talker, actually. Why?” The Chinese man knotted his forehead in confusion - to which you just shrugged your shoulders. You earned a bit of a chuckle from Yixing and a pair of suggestive, teasing eyes.

“Looks like someone’s interested in my workaholic of a friend.” You just laughed in denial.

“It’s not that. We’ve known each other for two years now. But I don’t remember him saying anything to me except those three words. It’s almost like talking to Siri.” You laughed your last sentence off.

“You mean to tell me you haven’t heard the majestic stories of the college party boy yet?” Yixing’s small eyes widened in confusion, to which you could only shake your head to.

“I swear, it’s only how are you. Or asking how my day has been. And then nothing, crickets, silence, black hole for sound.” You even used your hands to gesture for exaggeration.

“Darling, trust me when I say Minseok never shuts up. Oh shit, I know why.” Yixing cackled a loud laugh. “You’re in for a treat. Just give him a little push.”

You tried to force Yixing to tell more on what he meant, but you only earned a couple of laughs, a pat on your head, and a just go for it. All of which you vaguely understood. What was he trying to get you to go for?

That very same day, you found yourself in the office pantry the same time Minseok is there. He was getting probably his umpteenth cup of coffee for the day, as he’s well known for abusing the caffeine stock in the office. Minseok’s attention was set on his phone until your closing of the door made a sound and made him look at you. You flashed him a smile, the sweetest kind you could show.

“Oh hey, how are you?” There’s it, his answer machine approach to you.

“Nothing much, just craving an apple to fuel the long hours.” You spoke as you made your way to the refrigerator. He didn’t even bother procuring a follow up question after you responded, he just let awkward stillness expand in the small room. So you tried and follow Yixing’s words and push him a little more.

“How do you make your coffee?” Minseok was caught off guard by your sudden query and turned around to you. “It looks like I need a boost but I’m not really the best when it comes to making one.”

Minseok stood up and walked to the empty space beside you, just right in front of the coffee maker. “I can make one for you. I don’t give out my secret coffee recipe, it’s highly coveted and confidential.” He proclaimed with a chuckle.

“Don’t make it too good, then. Looks like I might have a hard time imitating your confidential recipe.” You said with a pout, slightly poking fun at him.

“Well then, you might have to sync up your coffee breaks with mine.” Minseok looked at you with a teasing smile as he pressed on the coffee maker. It could be your mind playing games with you but you saw his right eye wink at you.

It’s safe to say that you’re highly alert and awake the moment you left the pantry. But you’re not sure if that’s thank to the caffeine boost by coffee.

Back to present time, you heard him humming to a certain song you also know in the back of your head. His muted crooning was all that’s audible in the enclosed space of the elevator. You raked through and through your brain just to remember the song. And when you finally did, you didn’t hesitate on singing along.

“I’ll stop the world and melt with you.” You sang, almost in a whisper. “You’ve seen the difference and it’s getting better all the time.”

You looked to your side and caught Minseok’s eyes that were now also on yours. “You know the song?” He said with a smile. You felt lightheaded and giddy by the way his small teeth shows and his cheekbones protrude when he smiles.

“Of course, Mr. Kim. Who in this world doesn’t know the classic that is Melt With You?” You said with a chuckle. “There’s nothing you and I won’t do…” You continued singing, even closing your eyes in the feeling.

“I’ll stop the world and melt with you.” Minseok finally sang along with you, and it was when you just had to flash your eyes open. He was looking intently at you, a small smile painted on his face. You’re sure that you looked like an idiot with your mouth slightly agape and a slight shock plastered in your face.

And in that moment, all that’s left to do was to stop the world. Because you’re certain that all your insides have already melted with the way Minseok’s gaze met yours.

No matter how much you counted sheep jumping over the fence, sleep just wasn’t just in your favor that night. You can’t help but keep on smiling like a high school girl in the way he smiled and sang with you. Overthinking didn’t help, too. You tossed and turned in your bed, thinking about Yixing’s advice. What did you need to push Minseok exactly for? You already thought that maybe he liked you back, that maybe he needed a little encouragement to actually be aggressive and persistent and pursuing you. But all expectations do is lead you to disappointments and heartbreaks, so you shrugged it off.

The company was already at a calm sailing state a week after the new product release. The marketing team can now lie low after the hectic months and gruelling overtimes you’ve all put yourselves through. So now, you’re just chilling in the cafeteria with Yixing, chatting over his burger and your bowl of salad.

“I can’t even understand how much she looked different from his pictures. I thought I was in a blind date!” You laughed at the way he illustrated his recent botched Tinder date. Poor guy just couldn’t get a hold of himself on being single, Yixing’s just in a constant need of someone to date.

Safely separating the olives on a tissue, you used chopsticks to get rid of the tacky fruit from your store bought salad. You just couldn’t stand the taste of black olives mixing with the vinaigrette.

“Are you aware of the olive theory?” Yixing suddenly says, taking your attention out of your salad bowl.

“Lily and Marshall.” You just answered with a smile as you took out the last piece of olive in your food.

“Exactly. And do you know who’s a sucker for olives?” You just looked at Yixing with confusion, before he nodded to somewhere behind you. Looking to that direction, you saw Minseok holding a tray of his own food. “Boy would place olives on anything and everything.”

You struggled to take in how good a black button down can look on Minseok. Today, he skipped his thick oculars for a reason you’re not aware of. And you made sure to memorize the detail of his cat like eyes without his glasses covering it.

“Minseok!” Yixing called over to him and gestured to the seat beside you. “The two of us are kinda lonely here, we wouldn’t mind another company.” A hint of annoyance sparked within you in Yixing’s tone and suggestive smirk, headed to the both of you.

He put down his tray on the table and slowly sat down on the chair beside you, making you sit straight yourself. He just smiled at you with pursed lips, the same way you did. And out of no reason, you just felt the atmosphere constrict around you and it’s suddenly harder to breathe.

“Hey, how are you?” You almost choked out your lettuce when you heard those three words again. Earning a chuckle from the man seated in front of you, and all you could do was lightly kick Yixing’s shin beneath the table.

“Same old, same old.” Was all you could muster to answer.

“Same old olive hater.” Yixing answered for you.

“Who in this world can hate olives?” Minseok suddenly blurts in confusion, a mocking look on his face. Yixing used his right index finger to point at the small pile of black olives lying on a clean tissue paper beside your bowl of salad.

“Can’t stand ‘em.” You answered, shrugging your shoulders.

“You can’t be serious, gimme that.” Minseok just tugged on the tissue and you just let him.

“I don’t think you’re aware that me and Minseok used to be in the dance troupe when we were in college?” Yixing spoke in front of you. You exchanged looks from the both of them. With Yixing smiling proudly, his arms spread over the two chairs beside him. And Minseok just slightly laughing with his head down, embarrassment flashed all over his demeanor.

“I wouldn’t have guessed. You two, dance troupe, really?” You even put hands on your chest to fake being shocked. “I somehow fail to comprehend that.”

“We’re the masters of dancing to Backstreet Boys back then. All the girls could do was scream. Man, I miss college fame. Don’t you, boy?” Yixing nodded off to the man sat adjacent to you.

“I prefered Nsync, obviously. Had a lot of fun being Justin Timberlake with Tearin’ Up My Heart.” Minseok answered with a chuckle.

“I need to see that, or else this is all fake news and you’re all just losers in college.” You dared them.

“Possible, Johnny from Operations actually plans to go out clubbing this weekend. In celebration of the successful launch? Maybe you could come and join us, (Y/N)” Yixing had little too much of excitement in his voice. It’s an obvious reason why he wanted to go out, boy needs to get laid so much.

“I certainly would go.” You answered with a smile.

Friday that week, you saw yourself again on the elevator with the same guy that makes your cheeks turn a shade of a washington apple with his catlike eyes. Minseok looked sleek with a plain white button down, fitting him in the right places just enough to give you a glimpse of how toned his body is beneath all those clothing.

He just opened his mouth to speak when you already spoke. “I’m doing good, great actually.” You answered with a chuckle.

Minseok’s face contorted in amusement to your answer, even without his question. “I already know what you’ll tell me Minseok, the same old how are you. I’m starting to think you’ll have those three words engraved in your tombstone.” You joked.

“Well, I’m not sure on what other things to ask you. So that’s what always comes out.” He defended himself while slightly shaking his head.

“Hmm, how about ask me when I’m free for dinner? I’m sure that’s a good start.” To hell with it, if you’re going to follow Yixing’s words, you better push him so hard that he could fall to a cliff and down to your arms.

You looked beside you and saw Minseok with a smile and a hint of confusion in his eyes. “I mean, just if you want to. If not, you could stick on the same old how are you.” You looked away from him, afraid from the possible rejection to your advances.

“It’s not that.. It’s just..” He chuckled awkwardly as he massaged his forehead with his fingers. “It’s like you took out the words from the tip of my tongue.”

You chuckled at his implication, “How long have you been holding that back?”

“Quite a while now, actually.” Minseok returned honestly.

“And I’ve been waiting for it for quite a while now too.” You confessed.

“But now that the cat’s out of the bag, you going tomorrow?” Minseok asked, pertaining to the night out Johnny basically invited everyone to.

“Absolutely. You and Yixing busting your asses to Shape of My Heart? I wouldn’t miss that for the world.”

“Great. Get ready to be blown away. You’ll see why they’re so head over heels with me back in college.” Minseok even grooved a little bit in attempt to show you how much of a dancing king he can be.

“You don’t need to dance for me to see that.” You slightly teased, which made you blush yourself. Sometimes you do speak before you think and just realize how clumsy you can be when the word’s already out of your mouth.

“I’ll pick you up at 6.” Minseok declared the moment the elevator opened on the ground floor. He didn’t even sound as if he’s asking you, it’s more of like he’s just letting you know.

“Thought you’d never ask.” And the both of you parted with a smile.

You prepared a little bit too early for your common practice, as you finished taking a bath at exactly 4 in the afternoon. But you know that this day is going to be a little bit more than just clubbing with officemates so you took extra steps and exerted extra efforts on making yourself look not just presentable, but wonderful.

You spend a good half hour contemplating if you should wear your classic little black dress or a red jumpsuit. But looking in the mirror, you realized that you didn’t need to be as eye catching as the pair of eyes you wanted to captivate would already pick you up at your porch. So you went for the timeless black ensemble that never failed to make you feel confident.

Making sure that your eyeliner and lipstick is on point and at its best, you paired the black dress with your favorite classy gold pieces of a necklace and a simple earring.

At exactly 6pm, on the dot, Minseok showed up on your front door. As dashing as he always looks, with a black shirt and leather jacket - deviating from his usual smart casual look. But all you need to see was your favorite pair of eyes that was enough to make you melt. Before he even opened his mouth to speak, you already opened yours.

“I swear to God, Kim Minseok, if you ask me how I am I’m going to shut this door at your face.” You held an index finger in front of his face.

“I was actually going to tell you how gorgeous you looked, but I guess I should ask first how you are.” He joked in return.

“Oh fuck you.” You responded as you grabbed your bag and closed the door.

“We’ll save that for later, we’re gonna meet them at the club first.” He retorted cheekily.

The first couple of hours at the bar was all fun and energetic. You saw Yixing and Minseok finally dancing their shoes off to a random 90s boy group song, and you had to admit that they’re really swoon worthy on the dance floor. Pretty sure if you attended the same college as them, you’d be one of the girls who screamed their lungs out as they performed.

But you all are not in your early twenties anymore, not the same enthusiastic, hormone driven youth that you are that can stand the club until 4 in the morning. It only took you three rounds of margarita to feel woozy, and you’re certain that most of your friends have already found their prey for the night. The last time you saw Yixing was when he was busting it out on the dancefloor and was approached by a hot brunette. God knows where he is right now, probably busting some other thing at somewhere else. And you’re pretty sure you got your eyes set on your own prey too, or maybe he’s the predator here. One that you’d let devour you, without a doubt.

The two of you were silently swaying in the dance floor, somehow off beat to whatever song off the charts was playing due to the hit of alcohol in your system. Minseok leaned over closer to your ear. “I’m going to have to ask you something.”

“Just not my three dreaded words from you, please.” You answered, putting your hands on his shoulder to get him scoot over closer to you.

“No, it’s actually four.” He sounded too sexy with his voice in a haze. You just nodded in anticipation. “Your place or mine?”

“I like that so much better than those three words. Yours.” And all it took was a couple of minutes for him to pull you out of the confined and loud bar.

Not even noticing the fifteen minute drive it took for the both of you to get to his apartment, all that’s in your mind was how to get him out of his clothes. And you wanted to accomplish that task fast.

The moment you’re inside his pad, you’re already pinned to the door. His lips aggressively meeting yours, as if it was all on his mind all day. But to be fair, it was a feeling you’ve already been contemplating on the past few weeks.

Minseok’s hands were frantic and hurried as it slided on your bare thighs, eventually meeting the hems of your small dress and pulling it upwards. You pulled away from the kiss when you realized that the end of your dress that previously was on the middle of your thighs were now bunched up in your waist. And the lace underwear you’ve made sure to wear was already on display.

“I’m sure you wore this in purpose.” Minseok exclaimed before he dived onto where your neck and shoulders met.

“I’m no risk taker, Minseok. I always make sure that things go smoothly as planned.” You chuckled a little when he hit a ticklish spot on your neck. His hands still wandering its way on your thighs. Your hands fumbled from carressing the back of his neck to his front, putting away his leather jacket and eventually locating the hem of his v neck shirt.

“I don’t think anything would go smoothly tonight, darling.” He answered as he rested his hand beside your head. And you let your eyes immerse and take in the wonder that is in front of you. You just knew it in you that something delectable was hidden in all his decent and modest clothing.

“Then have it your way, sir.” You answered with a wink. An action that made him part from the last restraints he had in his mind. He then gripped your thighs, signalling you to jump and let him carry you to wherever he deems to take you.

“You see what happens when you stop asking me if I’m just okay?” You chuckled in between your kisses.

“I’m glad I found out. But tonight, baby, I’m going to make you feel more than okay.” Minseok last answered before he laid you down on the bed and having his way with you. His wonderful way, you were quick to find out. His class and soft attitude doesn’t exactly translate on how he is on bed, and it was surely something you prefer.

It was already needless for anyone to ask how are you in the morning, because you were absolutely more than fine. And Minseok was the one who made sure of that.

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[therightprometheanfire]

A Soundtrack For Your WIP

@dont-offend-the-bees tagged me in this the other day and I am for once getting something I was tagged in done in a sensible amount of time!! The shock!! The astonishment!! Thank you for the tag, lovely, this was fun! :)

As for other people to tag, I’m tagging @lavellington, @farah-adrienne-black, and @elijahwoodnot! Do it if you feel like it/have time/what have ye.

A snippet of your work in progress

The theme song for your WIP

The theme song for your protagonist

The theme song for your antagonist

The theme song for your protagonist’s love interest (if they have one)

The theme song for the main pairing of your WIP

The theme song for the opening chapter (if it’s a long fic)

Song for the current chapter/page (if it’s a long fic)

Any other songs you’d like to mention and why:

For this tag, I’m doing the much discussed Priestverse that @princessparadoxical and I have going! Answers + links under the cut.

SOME NOTES ABOUT THE VERSE FIRST

So this verse is essentially a giant roadtrip AU we started I think literally the day Alan Tudyk was announced as being cast for Mr. Priest where Todd, Farah, Amanda, Ken, and Vogel bust their folk out of Blackwing. They then split off into teams and start fleeing across the country from Mr. Priest and Friedkin, who are pursuing them in an effort to drag the subjects back to Blackwing. Priest and Friedkin develop a laser focus on Todd and Dirk because they keep evading them and it becomes a matter of personal pride for them.

When I say over the course of this post “the verse proper” or “the fic proper”, that’s because we envision the bulk of the verse as being that long road trip and then there’ll be stories afterwards, so “the verse/fic proper” means “the road trip”.

A snippet of your work

(this is in the middle of a chunk where Todd comes down with the flu not too long before they get together while they’re on the road which pushes at his inhibitions at physical contact from most folk and his hangups about experiencing it even when he wants to)

When Todd wakes up, he feels not really better, but his head feels a little clearer. He recognizes this at the same time he recognizes that his face is resting against Dirk’s collarbone. His hand is drifting up and down Todd’s arm, chin tucked on top of his head. Todd thinks about pressing closer. Then something occurs to him and he blinks, leaning back.

“Oh no,” he mumbles.

“What?” Dirk moves next to him. “What’s wrong?”

“I shouldn’t be…” he sits up quickly, intending to rise to his feet. It would probably be better if he didn’t get very abruptly dizzy, his vision getting a little foggy. “Oh god.”

“Whoa, don’t do that.” Dirk immediately steadies him. Todd blinks and sees his concerned face. He’s got a little bit of bedhead. It’s cute. “What is it, do you feel worse?”

“No, I can’t… I can’t be…” Todd blinks hazily. “I’ll get you sick.”

Dirk’s anxious face immediately lapses into eyerolling and maybe a little annoyance. “Oh, for the love of god, Todd.”

“Don’t-“

“Don’t don’t me, just sit back down.”

“But-“

Dirk gives him a severe look. “Todd. It is too late and you are too sick to worry about cross contamination.”

“I don’t wanna-“

Dirk leans over to the nightstand and grabs a small Gatorade bottle. “Hush, you’re going to overexert yourself and then I’m going to be cross.”

Maybe Dirk’ll let him at least put a little space between the two of them. It’d kill Todd, a little bit, he thinks, but maybe Dirk would fare better. “Can I just-“

“Probably not. Now drink this, and stay still. Your fever’s a little better but I’m still getting a new cloth for your forehead.” Dirk peels the cloth off gently. “And yes, you do need one, on account of the fact that the black plague has returned, and it has set its sights on its first victim.”

Todd grumbles but he settles back into the bed, drinking from the Gatorade bottle. It does manage to make his throat, which has ripped into flames, feel a little better, at least. Dirk returns with a cool cloth. His forehead feels a little better almost immediately.

“You’re really good at this,” Todd mumbles.

“Yes, well. Took a lot of trial and error. I mostly figured out how to take care of myself when I was sick by myself when I was sick.”

“You’re still good at it. S’nice.”

Dirk smiles a little fondly at him as he takes the Gatorade bottle from him and tosses it off the bed. Todd’s a little confused until he realizes he finished it. “I seem to recall one currently very ill individual telling me once upon a time that I was surprisingly incapable.”

“They sound like they’d probably be regretting that statement right about now.” Todd yawns wide. “You’re very capable. Sort of. You still eat like a child.” He’s starting to feel drifty and sleepy again. He motions for Dirk. “If you’re gonna insist on me getting you sick, then come back here.” He sneezes. Dirk grabs a tissue box as he settles back next to him. “Jesus, you’re so prepared.”

Dirk’s face does something funny as Todd blows his nose. “I… may have panicked a little bit at the pharmacy and… overloaded. On the bright side, we are very ready for a disease based apocalypse.”

the theme song of your WIP

ahhhhh fuck. We have so many songs accumulated for titles for chapters/stories in this verse it’s wild. The name of the entire verse (the proper name, not Priestverse as shorthand) is “but i will love you constantly (there’s precious little else to me)” from Hot Gates by Mumford & Sons, and that song is a little more bitter about the other person in the relationship than the verse is when it comes to the two of them. Probably The Deepest of Sighs, The Frankest Shadows by Gang of Youths, a song that Hannah introduced me to (“I will stand in the darkness and laugh with my heel on its throat” is a very Priestverse line), and I think there’s a lot of When You Were Young by The Killers in there (“we’re burning down the highway skyline/on the back of a hurricane that started turning when you were young” is also a very Priestverse line). Honestly, the thing is so huge at this point that I don’t know if there’s one song that can fit the whole span of it.

the theme song of your protagonist

almost the entirety of this verse proper is just Dirk and Todd rattling around the country and getting closer in a succession of cars and a variety of motel rooms, so to pick one of them out as a particular protagonist is hard, but it’s from Todd’s POV. Again, this verse is vast, and Todd undergoes significant character development throughout the course of it. The guy gets better at handling and processing and expressing his feelings and it’s this whole rocky kinda road, so finding one song for him is tricky. But Kamikaze by Walk the Moon is probably a decent shot, as well as Warning Call by CHVRCHES and The Cave by Mumford & Sons.

the theme song of your antagonist

the two main antagonists are Friedkin and Priest. Wilson is ostensibly the chief villain, but I’m not sure we ever actually see her in the verse, now that I think about it. She sets Priest and Friedkin on the two of them and I don’t think we really see her, she’s just pulling the strings. I don’t know if the lyrics fit super accurately, but reading this question, the very first thing I thought of for Priest was the cover of Bad Moon Rising by Mourning Ritual, cause it’s real slow and menacing. As for Friedkin, I’m not 100% sure (something scary but also kinda manic) but seeing as it only says antagonist singular and not plural, I’m grabbing that and running with it cause I got Priest down.

the theme song for your protagonist’s love interest (if they have one)

fuck me, I’m not sure. Dirk is a bundle of insecurities, self doubt, and self loathing (although it manifests differently to Todd’s self loathing, something I’m actually intending to touch on in a bit for the verse I’m working on in a couple days), but also a bundle of extreme determination and love. He also goes through significant character development over the course of the work (better grasping his self worth as well as better conveying his emotions similarly to how Todd does). Grah, this would be so much easier if I picked a smaller verse. I think The Last of the Real Ones by Fall Out Boy is a pretty Dirk song for this verse, and that’s probably the closest off the top of my head, but I’m sure there’s loads more.

the theme song of the main pairing of your WIP

actually two rise to mind for this, and one of them makes sense and the other doesn’t entirely. The first is Everlasting Light by The Black Keys, which is a song about love and relying on each other, which fits. The second song is Old College Try by The Mountain Goats, which as anyone who follows me knows is one of my all time favorite songs in the history of music, but is also about a couple facing the end of their marriage but resolving to face it together. However, seeing as in the song it is not depicted as specifically the end of their marriage but the end of the two of them, a lot of the lyrics are pretty fitting (“I will walk down to the end with you/if you will come all the way down with me” is pretty damn Priestverse), so I’m counting it.

the theme song for the opening chapter if it’s a long WIP

The way Hannah and I are currently discussing structuring this verse is not as a story with a boatload of chapters, but a series on AO3 with a boatload of stories, some of which may have chapters. We have a prologue-y kinda story set for the verse, but seeing as it has not yet been written (or even mapped out very much), I’m gonna go with the first chapter of the first story of the verse proper, which opens with Todd, Farah, Amanda, Ken, and Vogel busting into Blackwing to break out their people. The song I’ve been thinking about a lot is, predictably, Jailbreak by Thin Lizzy.

the theme song for the current chapter/page (if it’s a long fic)

I’m actually working on a few different chunks of the fic right now, from Todd’s first pararibulitis attack in front of Dirk to the two of them discussing feelings on a park bench not too long after they actually get together to the two of them wandering through an IKEA closer to the end of the fic. I’m gonna pick out C’mon by Panic! at the Disco and Fun. for that last one, which is not a perfect fit, but the lyric “with everything falling down around me/I’d like to believe in all the possibilities” is integral to the whole theme of that chapter/story/whatever it ends up being and really towards their state of mind towards the end of the fic.

any other songs you’d like to mention and why

This is what my word program currently looks like. The first bit tab there is a doc where I type out all the chunks of all our various verses as I work on them. The third tab is what I sent Hannah a few weeks ago that was all the chunks of the Priestverse organized as you may be able to guess chronologically. The fourth tab is the actual rough draft doc for the entire verse, where I’m putting everything in chronologically and separating the story chunks out as I’m thinking they’re going to have to be published, to be sent to Hannah once it’s in a sizable/coherent state. In the fourth tab I have a list of lyrics/quotes to be used as chapter or story titles, and it goes on two full pages. This sounds like I’m being irritable or bitchy, but honestly, I’m so fucking excited to share this with y’all, so it’s me being thorough and not cranky.

(the tab that’s open now is where I’m typing all this out so I don’t lose it if tumblr glitches out and the second tab is a separate fic I’m working on that’s essentially an amnesia fic set in a pocket dimension where you can absolutely tell that I loved Waiting for Godot in high school)

So there’s a lot of songs and a lot of them as you may have guessed by now are Mumford & Sons. But the ones I would personally throw in there (that haven’t already been mentioned) are:

-Coloring Outside the Lines by MisterWives because there is a lot of angst in this verse, but there’s also a lot of light and joy, and I think this fits the silver lining of the verse nicely

-Roll Away Your Stone by Mumford & Sons, almost entirely because I picture the whole “stars, hide your fires/these are my desires” part of the song as being Dirk’s feelings about being his own person with himself and with Todd

-Bury It by CHVRCHES ft. Hayley Williams and I can’t state all the ways this song is applicable at this current time but trust me it is

-Press Restart by Walk the Moon because the lyrics “I am not the subject/I am the experiment/I am mad scientist/invent my way out of this” has always felt very Dirk to me and I think I actually mentioned in one of the two layouts for this verse I have with Hannah that I think Dirk eventually gets a “I am not the subject/I am the experiment” tattoo at one point.

I’m gonna end with those because I could go on for a while. Hannah and I are pushing hard to get this thing done in the next few months so we can show it to y’all, and I can’t wait till you get to see it! Hannah, any thoughts?

#dirk gently #writing stuff #kate talks #music #thanks for the tag darlin!