#really i need more fanfiction of them

[baker-chan-senpai]

i LOVE alternate meeting serirei au's pass it on

#not just cos i have a thing for pre-mob serizawa but that's also true #serirei #serizawa katsuya #reigen arataka #mp100 #mob psycho 100 #mob psycho #really i need more fanfiction of them #and angst #god i love angst #with a happy ending tho please #sketch dump #art #digital art

[snail-noodle]

"my my my... what do we have here?"

you shivered in fear at the gigantic being before you. you and your cookie friends had tried your best to seal the rift in the tree with white lily cookie. however, your actions proved pointless. white lily cookie's powers were still too weak and your time had run out. you all watched in horror at the towering cookie grinning down from above.

"it's been so long since we've seen new faces! we were starting to get bored being by ourselves in here..." shadow milk cookie smirked as he took a look at each cookie standing before him. when his eyes had reached you, his gaze stayed far more longer on you than the others. you trembled from his piercing stare, a small whimper escaping from your lips as you backed away and hid yourself behind pure vanilla cookie.

shadow milk cookie chortled at the pathetic display. "Oh, how I have missed the faces of fear from you cookies! Never gets old!" now that the rift had opened big enough for him to pass through, shadow milk cookie stepped out of the silver tree that had kept him and the others imprisoned for so long. the smaller cookies screamed in terror as they scrambled to get out of his way. every footstep he took practically shook the earthbread beneath their feet.

"pure vanilla cookie!" fear clouded your mind as you tugged your leader's arm in desperation. "what are we going to do?!" anxiety gripped your heart when he hesitated to think of a solution. one of the most powerful beings in all of cookiekind has just been unleashed and is ready to bring chaos to the world once more. just how on earthbread will any cookie be able to stop such beasts?

before pure vanilla cookie could even think of an answer, you cried out in alarm as you were suddenly lifted into the air. the other cookies screamed your name as you watched their forms grow smaller and smaller. you gasped as you were face to face with the grinning jester.

"what a cute little cookie you are." he eagerly examined you as if he were a child that had been given a new toy, turning you this way and that. "it's been ages since i had a little pet to dote on. you'll make a fine addition to my collection!" your mind raced as you tried to understand what you have just heard. a collection? a pet to dote on? what on-?!

your thoughts were interrupted as you heard a snap of... fingers? confused, you found yourself locked inside some sort of bird cage; the bars were thick enough to keep you from escaping. shadow milk cookie cooed as he watched you attempt to break free. "no-!" you tugged and pulled at the bars keeping you in.

"no! y-you can't keep me in here! Please!" you cried out to him in desperation. shadow milk cookie only giggled and shook his head, "ah, ah, ah! you're staying right by my side, my little cookie." you shuddered in fear as he began to summon his powers once more. shadows seeped out from your surroundings and from his body. multiple cold blue eyes stared at you and the cookies still down below.

"now, my dear..." with a clap of his hands, monsters of every kind stepped out from the shadows, ready to obey their master. with a manic grin, shadow milk cookie spread his arms out in grandeur to the cookies below. with a perfect view from above, you could only watch in horror as your friends were surrounded at every side by monsters of different sizes.

"let the show begin!"

#i believe in giant fallen heroes #just imagine them actually being much larger than normal cookies #anyway yeah i want to smooch the jester #this is short but i do plan on writing more; possibly make longer fics #just need some motivation aaaaa #not really a canon x self #but it could lead into it... hmmmmm #anywayyy enoyyyyyy :] #shadow milk cookie #cookie run #cookie run kingdom #shadow milk cookie x reader #crk #crk x reader #cookie run kingdom x reader #fanfiction #selfshipping

[roseddraws]

Is no one gonna write about the voices developing into their own people after getting their own bodies, helping each other survive and grow into multifaceted individuals? Fine, I’ll do it myself

#slay the princess #stp #stp spoilers #stp fanfic #slay the princess fanfiction #fanfiction #fanfic #almost all of the stp fics I’ve found for stp have been romance #which is FINE and good and makes sense considering the plot and a lot of them are really well written #but we need more found family and if I have to write it myself then so be it #like does no one else see the found family potential here?!

[gdp03]

Okay. It's official. Schmelly is completely taking over my mind. Reached 3k of words in the new one-shot, and I haven't even reached the middle of the fic yet. Good lord, this'll take a while...

#I'm down bad for them #can you really blame me? #i need more of them #Schmelly #(I really love this name LMAO) #ao3 fanfic #mike schmidt #vanessa shelly #Mike Schimdt x Vanessa Shelly #i'm insane #mikenessa #fanfiction

[compacflt]

Fully support your desire to cut down on the extras as they're already so long, but as someone who was also looking forward to the sickfic section and is sad to hear it's been taken out, I will simply have to ask you about it instead! First off the discussion of home in the snippet you shared was delicious - when do you think Mav started thinking of the house as 'their' home? And Ice taking Mav to the hospital has a lot of crunch there around how they're seen and how they act in public, especially if Ice was worried and Mav was kind of out of it. Do you think Ice would have taken Mav in to the hospital if he'd really been spiking a fever and decided he needed it? How would he explain themselves? And I suppose a separate, related question: who are their official next of kin/emergency contacts?

the reason i got rid of the sickfic is cause all those questions were answered better elsewhere in the extras ❤️

i was kind of annoyed that the house inconsistently appears to be the property of whomever the plot calls for at the moment -> another reason to cut the sickfic

Yes Ice would take mav to the hospital. it happens elsewhere LOL, maverick is extremely incident-prone

obviously a fun surfing injury with friends != the sickfic’s ice taking “a friend” to the hospital in the middle of the night for dangerous levels of illness-related dehydration… implies familiarity, intimacy above everyone else… the hospital staff would probably assume they’re together, yes, & i don’t think ice would challenge that at all, especially if he had to make sure all the paperwork was filled out right. just not worth the effort. “is there anyone else we should call for mr mitchell?” / “Um no. Just me.” Yeah i took him to the hospital at 4am bc i love him and im worried about him what r u gonna do about it 🤨 violate his hipaa rights? It’s 2009 gay people exist grow up🙄 hospital staff isn’t gonna tell anyone, so who cares

(Luckily for ice in the sickfic he didn’t have to take mav to the hospital)

the point of the sickfic was to establish a precedent for one of them voluntarily taking care of the other who is unable to take care of himself, to set up the parallel of maverick taking care of Ice when he Really gets capital-s Sick. but then i still can’t bring myself to write ice actually being capital-s Sick because i have some weird neurosis where i simply dislike thinking about ice (powerful guy) being helpless or incapacitated or, um, dead. so the mav-sickfic isn’t really relevant anymore because i haven’t written (and never plan on writing, besides that one half-assed one-shot) the corollary ice-sickfic. so the sickfic became the Nixed-fic ❌

And according to this wip wednesday snippet, they are each other’s emergency contacts. don’t ask me how that works or how they figured that out, idk. some stuff you do have to talk about for logistics purposes i guess. which is kind of the point of all the house-related/money-related discussions I’ve written throughout my fics—they Have to talk about the logistics because that’s real life. But they don’t INTERPRET those logistics or assign them a normative value.

for instance debriefing presents (maverick’s) death & taxes as the only two things that ever get them to actually talk to each other lol. logistics become a vessel through which they can talk about their situation without actually talking about it. The state of being each others emergency contacts might be a death-and-taxes discussion—acknowledging permanence without acknowledging permanence

#so is wearing protection (or not) during sex! #i still have a hard time identifying the stakes in this fic that i wrote on a whim sometimes #is it just not saying i love you? or is it everything that goes along with saying i love you? #bc really the way ive written them they are baaaasically married in the 90s #which is obviously a huge criticism that i keep leveling at myself: no it does not make sense for them to buy a house!!! for instance. #would it make sense for them to be each others next of kin either? idk! #all of this predicated on me not knowing the legal ramifications of next of kinship or homeownership and because it’s fanfiction not being #interested enough to research it #i say this all the time but this is one of those areas where i know if i were older/had lived longer my writing would just be better #idk if they would be each others next of kin but OTOH idk who else they would ask to do it! #man i wish i had infinite tags i actually have so much more to say #pete maverick mitchell #tom iceman kazansky #icemav #asks #edts notes #need the icemav fanfic where ice & mav try to figure out their tricare benefits #thank you for the ask! #some sections just aren’t the right vibe too #like me & the sickfic just did not vibe with one another

[snows-2am-thoughts]

Atsushi & Dazai

I need more Atsushi and Dazai centric fics. Their bond is so special and not nearly touched upon enough. The fics can have ssk and sskk or have whatever else plot but I need more people and fics that acknowledge just how important Dazai and Atsushi are to each other. How Dazai saved Atsushi when he was at his lowest and taught him how to move forward. How special Atsushi is to Dazai not only as a friend who sees him as a good person but is the personification of all he’s done to be a better person since leaving the mafia and losing Oda. 

That little scene in Dead Apple where Dazai asks Atsushi if he really thinks he’s that good of a person and Atsushi with no hesitation just says yes. The little moments where Atsushi is exasperated with Dazai because of his shenanigans but he also wouldn’t hesitate to go to him the moments Dazai calls even if it’s just him being silly because he cares. 

I don’t think that Dazai expected to become as close to Atsushi as he did. He tends to keep people at arms length even when he cares a lot about them, choosing to be logical over emotional in any situation. However, Atsushi is one of those people that can work their way into the hearts of even the more closed off members of the agency (I’m looking at you Ranpo). I like to think of the chair and table analogy when it comes to their bond. Dazai’s heart is like a table where he has a set amount of chairs around it. He chooses when someone sits in a chair and chooses when he kicks someone out. However there are those who bring their own chair and refuse to leave when he says so. Atsushi is someone who he planned to use to further his own agenda but Atsushi pulled a chair right up to his heart and sat down and is not planning on going anywhere. 

I don’t ship it romantically but their bond is honestly one of my favorite things in bungo stray dogs and it deserves a lot more attention. 

#bungou stray dogs #bsd analysis #bsd #atsushi #nakajima atsushi #Dazai Osamu #dazai #osamu dazai #armed detective agency #fanfiction #i really need people to acknowledge them more #they care about each other so much and its precious

[hebuiltfive]

::boils the kettle::

by your side: [character] is sick and wants company. Penny

This one was actually quite fun to write! I could have kept going but these are only supposed to be drabbles and it's already way too long. Hope you enjoy it @janetm74! 😊

By Your Side (feat. Lady Penelope)

She had always seen her ability to be as courteous and as generous as she was as a great, defining trait. Perhaps to some people, they’d might have seen it as more of a downfall. For once in her life, Penny was starting to think that maybe they were right.

Parker had only been gone ten hours when Penelope finally realised her mistake. When he’d first mentioned his idea of a trip to Scarborough for a long weekend, Penny had practically cheered him on. Even during the previous night, when her symptoms had begun to worsen, she happily waved him off as the taxi took him down the drive. No part of her had thought of asking Parker to cancel his trip because they didn’t seem fair. He worked so hard for her, the man was owed far more than a little trip to the Yorkshire coast, so she let him go without so much as mentioning her illness. It seemed like the right thing to do at the time. 

Except now, Penny had wished she had been a little selfish, just this once. 

She had awoken from a very restless sleep at six, feeling far worse than she had done the previous evening, and had only made it two hours before she found herself calling John. 

He answered almost immediately, which came as no surprise to Penelope. John was always on the ball.

The smile he had upon answering her call, however, fell the moment he took in her image. “Lady Penelope, are you alright? You look—”

“Is Gordon busy?” She asked straight away. In her mind there was no point in beating around the bush. 

“Gordon?” John seemed confused, clearly still a little thrown by her appearance.

In only extreme cases, such as this, did Penelope not make an effort to look somewhat presentable. She could only guess what was running through John’s mind. With her hair still plastered to her forehead, with sweat still clinging to some of her clothing even though she’d already changed into fresher items twice this morning, Penelope knew she wasn’t looking too great. Her lips were dry and chapped, her voice weak and slightly croaky. She hadn’t yet had her morning tea, but finding the effort to actually go and brew one seemed like far too much for her. No, she’d much rather stay put on the couch.

“I wanted to ask you if he was busy. I don’t trust he’d be truthful with me.” Especially given the way she was currently presenting. Penelope had no doubt in her mind that Gordon would have raced over to her in an instant, regardless of whatever he was busy with.

“He’s.. uh, he’s not busy, no. Do you want me to patch him through?”

Penelope paused before shaking her head. She was never one to directly ask for something, especially if it was help. Having grown up in her world of high society and constant gossip, Penny found it difficult admitting when she was out of her depth. In the past, many men and women had used any kind of openness as an opportunity to take a strike, making her see her honesty as a weakness for others to exploit. That paranoia was still deeply rooted.

John understood exactly what the shaking of her head meant. Not only was he apt at being able to read people — given that was his job, it was no surprise he was good at it — but he was also one of Penelope’s closest friends. Words weren’t needed often to express what the other was feeling. Some days, when one wanted to hide a certain feeling, it might have been seen as a curse. Today, it was a blessing.

“I’ll ask him to come over as soon as he can.” John clarified. “Get well soon.” He then signed off the call.

Penelope sighed, thankful that the worst part was over for now, and allowed herself a moment to rest her eyes. She didn’t fall asleep, she only dozed, but the doorbell ringing after what felt like only a few seconds, had her jumping awake. She peeled herself off the couch, silently cursing the way her head span with dizziness as she stood. It took a moment or two to leave the drawing room and make her way to the front door. The bolts were unlocked, the security system deactivated and Penelope opened the door to the face of a very concerned Gordon.

“John said you were sick. I got Scott to drop me off.” Gordon began rambling, pushing himself past Penelope to enter the manor. 

If she wasn’t so sick, she’d have playfully reprimanded him for his lack of manners, but her head was pounding far too violently to even consider any words beside, “You’re here.”

Gordon wheeled in a suitcase that he’d brought with him, sliding it along the marbled-floor entryway and parking it up to the side. “Of course I’m here. Did you think I wouldn’t answer the call?”

The heavy oak doors were shut. The sound of the wood coming to rest against the frame of the entryway echoed dully throughout the otherwise silent manor. Penelope swayed a little on her feet as she turned. Gordon caught her elbow, his eyes searching her face for answers.

“Jesus, Pen. John wasn’t kidding. You need to go and sit down.” He began to guide her back to the drawing room, his hand still gently gripping her elbow for support. “Where’s Parker?” He continued, as they entered the ornate space.

Penelope practically collapsed back down into the plush cushions, her fingers massaging both her temples at once. “He had holiday planned and left last night. I thought I’d be fine until this morning came.”

“I’ll go and get you some medicine.”

“No.” Penny reached out to catch his arm before he could leave. “Stay?”

“Have you even eaten anything this morning?” Gordon asked, though he didn’t move an inch.

She shook her head. Perhaps she would have felt guilty had her stomach not churned at the thought of food. “I couldn’t keep anything down last night and this morning… Well, this morning has flown by, I haven’t had the time to try and get anything.” Her free hand tapped the space beside her on the couch. “Sit. Please?”

There was a debate raging within Gordon, Penny could tell from the apprehension in his eyes. Part of him probably wanted to go and fetch her some breakfast, maybe a drink or some medicine, but part of him probably couldn’t bare denying her the simple request she asked of him.

In the end, he gave in and took the spot beside her. “Only for a minute.”

She could live with that. Her arm looped around his as he sat, hands joining and fingers intertwining. She lowered her head to rest on his shoulder.

“You’re burning up, Pen.”

“ ‘M fine. ’S just… ‘M fine.” She tried to convince him, but words were hard to form when she was so tired and his shoulder made the perfect pillow.

“Are you sure? I brought a med-scanner with me, I can—”

Penelope held him firmly in place and Gordon found himself unable to move without disturbing her. He ceased trying to reach his bags. “No. Just… stay.”

From his sigh, she could tell he was reluctant to give in once again, but he did. He unhooked their arms and looped his over her shoulders, pulling her in for a tighter embrace. “Okay.” Gordon softly spoke as he pressed a kiss to her temple. “Okay, I’ll stay.”

“I feel awful, Gordon.”

“I know. I know. It’ll pass, Pen.”

“Thank you for coming. I didn’t want to be a burden.”

Gordon gently hushed her. “You’re never a burden, Penny. Now, try and get some rest.”

#i am a sucker for penink and i really need to write them some more #thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds fanfiction #ask game #sickness prompts #five answers #lady penelope #gordon tracy #john tracy #five fics

[elliemarchetti]

The Snake and the Wolf

Chapter 3 - Hounds

The plot took over this story, as did the POV changes. I hope @erisweek2023 readers are ready for a complete detachement from the canonical events of the book, because the moment of Nesta's escape has arrived.

Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 4

Words: 1.281

Nesta didn’t know how she got to the stony coast of the Night Court. One moment she was walking down the steps of the House of Wind and the next she was running away from Velaris, crushed by guilt and fear of what Rhysand might do to her. She gave away his secret, she gave back to Feyre what had been taken from her, and now she no longer had a home. Her mind raced to Gwyn and Emerie, to what might happen to them, since Cassian and Azriel knew they were her closest friends. She had to find a way to make them escape, to warn them to get to safety, because Nesta knew that the High Lord would try to enter their minds to see if they had any idea of her whereabouts. She hadn’t told Feyre that her first pregnancy would also be her last just because she had a good heart, but deep down they all knew she deserved to go to her death with her pride intact, like she already did to free them all. Furthermore, there was probably a solution to the problem. Considering how they took the fact that Feyre possessed a drop of everyone’s powers, Nesta doubted that the High Lords would’ve ever agreed to bring her back to life again, but maybe another Death-God resided somewhere, trapped in a mountain or a tree, and Rhysand could’ve sold his black soul to save his Mate. Nesta wondered if she would’ve done it in his place, given the chance, but didn’t like the answer she found within her, so she resumed her walk, going further and further south, with the sand under her bare feet and the now cold water lapping at her ankles with the rhythmic motion of the waves. She’d never been to the seaside before. If the situation had been different, she would’ve tried swimming, and then she would’ve found a house and wrote to Elain how beautiful it was, and how she had nothing to fear, unlike when she was thrown into the Cauldron, but the situation was no different and there were no villages in sight, so Nesta’s only hope was to reach a Court willing to help her before Rhysand tracked her down. In the library, she had read countless books that explained how to defend herself from the powers of a daemati, but since she hadn’t met any other beside her sister’s husband, she didn’t know if she was using those techniques well or if even a child could’ve destroyed her mind with just a snap of the fingers. Another incentive to keep up the pace, until her knees gave in and her vision went blurry from exhaustion. Before the Valkyries, before she rediscovered the joy of having purpose and friends, she would’ve gladly accepted the oblivion, better than the one provided by alcohol, but now she realized she had reasons to live, places to explore and lessons to learn. Allowing herself the luxury of dreaming, Nesta would’ve liked to visit the Autumn Court first, that enchanted and colourful place described in the novels she had shared with the House. She was sorry she had to leave it behind, even if it was depressing to say that her first, true friend in the Night Court hadn’t been a person but the darkness inside a building. Maybe, in honour of that bond, she would’ve indulged its desire to delve deeper into her powers, now that she didn't have to endure the pressures of the Inner Circle, or maybe she would’ve not, her life as Fae full of possibilities, if only she managed to survive and crawl out of the niche in the rocks where she had taken refuge for the night.

She though she would’ve woke up because of the humidity, or the pangs of hunger and thirst, but she discovered to her amazement that it was something wet touching her hand that shook her from her torpor. Even opening her eyes, caked by the salty air, cost her immense effort, but the cries of the creature managed to completely steal her from her dreamless sleep. The dog, clearly a hound of some sort, had a long and slender body, his ribs almost protruding from how thin it was, but it was its muzzle that struck her, so elongated and elegant, and at the same time almost grotesque, with those big eyes and short ears hanging down at the sides of its small head. It was the strangest beast she’d ever seen, yet something in her desired to reach out to pet it, to seek some comfort in its short gray fur. It must’ve been an excellent hunter, judging by its long sharp teeth, but it was also very playful, seeing how happily it wiggled its tail while she scratched its belly. Nesta had always wanted a pet, not necessarily a dog, perhaps a cat or a bunny would’ve sufficed, but her mother always forbade it, and her father never bothered to get her one, despite the huge numbers of requests. It wasn’t noble enough to take care of something else beside themselves, and when they fell from grace, it was too much, yet Nesta knew she had it in her to be a trainer, perhaps a little soft-hearted if all puppies had the same expression as the creature she was snuggling at the moment, but always attentive to her pet’s needs.

“Where is your owner? Are you lost?” she asked as if it could answer, her voice hoarse after more than a whole day of not using it. It had been a meaningless question, to which she certainly hadn’t expected to receive a reply, but the dog stood up on his long legs and ran out of the niche, into the sunlight flooding the dark beach. Nesta followed with great difficulty, but the beast didn’t move any more, as if it was waiting for her to catch up. They went on like this for hours,  the dog advancing and Nesta dragging herself through the sand to reach him, until the sun almost completed its descent arc and another dog barked in the distance. Nesta knew they couldn’t have moved too far, not with her in those conditions, but all those animals could mean only that she’d reached a town, and the larger the settlement, the more the possibilities of someone offering asylum to a dying young female, at least for a few hours. Her bones ached even more at the thought of a soft bed, and her stomach growled as she pictured every kind of food known to both men and Fae, but although she was almost certain the sun had burned the exposed skin on her arms, the worst torture had been the dryness in her mouth, which made it difficult to even swallow the little saliva she had left. At some point, when imagination and reality began to merge, she heard someone call her name, and a male figure appeared at the horizon, the burning red of the sun the same shade as his hair. The glorious hallucination approached her at a brisk pace, one dog at its heels and the other trotting alongside, satisfied with its distressed discovery. A pair of muscular arms, thinner than Cassian’s but no less strong, caught her before she could fall to the ground again, and Nesta could’ve sworn the smell of burnt wood, fresh apples and sweet cinnamon engulfed her as it used to do when her maids cooked her favourite treats.

“I found you,” murmured a familiar voice, full of concern and apprehension, its owner’s face buried in her matted hair. “I’m here, and we’re going home.”

#erisweek2023 #eris vanserra #nesta archeron #i'm going to name his dogs #at least a couple of them #so if you want to suggest some names you're more than welcome #neris #although this is a little nesta centric #think of this as something similar to a interlude in an album #you may think it doesn't fit the theme #but the theme is all over it #furthermore i wanted an excuse to write about eris in the sunset #i may expand the concept in another story #after this fast paced thing i need something full of long descriptions #i want to be the tolkien of acotar fanfiction #so basically be back to write things aimed only at my personal taste #not that this is popular #sorry for the rant #but it's kind of late here and i had a really full day

[dont-be-late-to-the-dance]

sneak peek at my Luis being sent to Rockfort AU!!

(note: I have never played the original CODE:Veronica, only the Darkside Chronicles retelling. I've seen discourse over how the characterization of the twins was changed, so FYI that DSC is the only version of the twins I'm familiar with.)

It's been a week since Luis was personally plucked from the rest of the inmates by Alfred. Alfred had noticed in the records that Luis was only 21 and supposedly a disloyal Umbrella scientist, and thought that there must have been a mistake and Luis was simply the son of another inmate. While child prodigies were a dime a dozen at Umbrella, they were nonexistent at Rockfort. It made sense; the grooming and brainwashing were effective enough that the only scientists who would want to betray Umbrella were the ones who were hired as adults. Adults, and Luis. He was scooped up off the streets and enrolled into an Umbrella boarding school when he was only 12, but evidently the brainwashing didn't seem to work.

Alfred was thrilled to hear that the information actually was correct. Something Luis found terrifying. Since then, he was kept separate from the other prisoners and treated better. He had a small bedroom to himself and was brought food. But he couldn't take any comfort in it, because Alfred also comes in just to talk to him everyday. Luis was no stranger to using his looks and silver tongue to get what he wants, but his attempt to charm Alfred had only irritated the man.

“Well, as you already know, I am Dr. Luis Serra Navarro. But no need for all of that. Someone like you, of course, can just call me Luis.”

“Someone like me?”

“Someone beautiful,” Did Luis want to flirt with Alfred? Hell no. He'd spent less than five minutes with him and his skin was already crawling. But turning up the charm on this guy seemed to be the only way he even had a chance to make it off this island alive. He needed a good angle though, not just generic romantic lines. He glanced around the room, until his eyes settled on a portrait of Alexia. Perfect, go for the sibling rivalry. “There's so much chatter about how beautiful your sister was, but nothing about you. A real shame, you're quite good looking yourself.”

“It isn't a shame! It's the way it should be. Alexia is perfect. She was the only one able to restore honor to our family. I exist to lurk in the shadows behind her, serving her however I can.”

He doesn't know what the hell Alfred wants from him. Sometimes he wishes Alfred would just hurry up and torture and/or kill him because it would probably be more unpleasant than having to politely interact with the man everyday.

“Admiring the view, Luis?”

The words startle Luis. Alfred was such a creep. Luis had just been looking out the window, at the almost castle like building in the distance, trying to escape his shit show of a life by daydreaming, just like he did as a little kid. He hadn't even heard Alfred come into the room.

“Yes, I am. That building over there… Reminds me of home.”

“I've gone through your records, and never could find exactly where you're from. It seems you've been holding out on me. You lived in a castle?”

“Yes,” Luis sure as shit isn't going to correct the assumption. From the way Alfred dressed, the things he talked about, the way the house was decorated… Luis had picked up that Alfred values bloodlines and nobility. Luis hates all that stuff, but he can pretend, play whatever part that will keep him alive. “I'm from a very small, very remote village in Spain. I was technically of noble birth, but…”

Luis is playing with fire here, but he has no choice but to continue. Besides, Alfred Ashford himself is fire. Any interaction could get him burned, whether he's lying or not. “In a small place like that, people have small minds, you know? Even nobles. When I took an interest in biology and considered going away to study, my family was outraged. They said if I left, I wouldn't be welcome back. I still chose to leave.”

“Do you have anything to prove your bloodline?”

“Well, I did. A ring. But of course when Umbrella arrested me, they took everything.”

“On that note, what did you do to get sent here?”

Luis wonders if it's a trick question. He wouldn't be surprised if the records given to Alfred were vague, simply stating that he had attempted to sabotage a project, but no details. But he also wouldn't be surprised if Alfred knew every detail, and wanted to test his honesty for some reason Luis isn't insane enough to comprehend. He decides to keep playing with fire and lie.

”I made some mistakes. I was starting to get a little homesick, wondered if leaving was truly worth it. With my mind so distracted, I started making mistakes in my work. I certainly deserved to be reprimanded for it, perhaps even fired, but someone started a rumor it was all on purpose, that I was intentionally sabotaging my own work! I tried to tell them it was all accidents, but no one believed me!”

There's a grain of truth. Luis had tried to tell them it was unintentional, and they didn't believe him. Of course, the reason they didn't believe it was because he was obviously full of shit and just desperately grasping at straws. It was an undeniable fact that Luis had intentionally sabotaged the Nemesis Project.

“Of course they didn't! Ever since my idiot of a father disgraced our family and let Spencer take charge of the company, it's been falling apart! But don't you worry, Luis. It's only a matter of time before my sister will right his wrongs, and retake the company. She'll recognize your value and assign you to something worthy of you.”

Then Alfred just leaves. Leaving behind so much for Luis to unpack. Luis should probably feel relieved, maybe even proud, that Alfred so readily bought all of his bullshit, but he definitely isn't. Luis knows a bit about Umbrella's history. Enough to know that Alexia Ashford, Alfred's sister, was dead. Not just dead, long dead. She died before Luis had even left Valdelobos. While there were rumors about Alfred's mental state, Luis had believed they were exaggerated. Not anymore.

Luis gets a rough awakening the next morning. A couple guards yank him out of bed. Then he's brought to a bathroom. It's surreal. They take his tracking collar off. He's told to shower and make himself look as presentable as possible. There's nice soaps and shampoos, even a razor so he can finally shave for the first time in weeks. There's also an outfit for him to put on after. It's… Surprisingly not horrible. Hell, it's something he might have willingly picked out himself.

But once he comes out of the bathroom, the guards tie his hands behind his back. Then they blindfold him. Alfred must have seen right through Luis's lies, and he was in for some cruel and unusual punishment related to it. Or maybe it would be a more basic punishment, but with something flashy to make it more unique. Like getting dressed up like a noble, only to be sent to the guillotine like hundreds of Rockfort inmates had before. He's brought to Alfred, who dismisses the guards before pressing something hard into his back to push him forward.

“Don't think that you can try anything just because the guards are gone. I have a rifle with me.”

They walk for quite a while, the end of the rifle at Luis's back the entire time. Finally Alfred stops, and takes the blindfold off of Luis. They're at the castle Luis had been looking at.

“Welcome to Rockfort's private residence. I had it built in preparation for when my dear Alexia comes back to me. Commoners aren't fit to be anywhere near her. You're a very privileged man, Luis. The only living soul, besides myself of course, to experience the privilege of walking through this palace. I intended to wait until her return to start inviting nobles to gather here, but since you happened to fall right into my lap, I decided it was necessary to hasten things.”

Some phrasing sticks out to Luis. The only living soul.

“But don't think you're in the clear and your life being spared is a guarantee,” And there it is. The catch Luis knew was coming. Alfred walks behind Luis as he speaks, and Luis feels a new collar slip on to him. He unties Luis's hands. “Your blood means that your presence isn't enough to contaminate this residence, but you still must prove you're worthy of Alexia's presence. Should you turn out to be a disappointment, I'll have no choice but to kill you. Until you prove yourself, you'll have to wear this. If you attempt to leave, for whatever foolish reason, I'll be alerted. But truly, I hope it doesn't have to come to that. I know chasing you would be fun, but I would love to have such a rare present to present to my dear Alexia.”

#yall should uhhh send asks about this au if you want i love it 👉👈 #but it might take me a hundred years to have more of it ready to publish so like. I'll talk abt it in asks in the meantime #(the dynamic is just really difficult to write bc it's such a fine line making Alfred be a creepy weirdo but not in a romantic/sex way. #i REALLY DON'T WANT it to come acrose like im shipping them okay but there's moments that could seem like it) #there's leon stuff in the au eventually but won't put any tags for him on this #luis serra navarro #luis serra #alfred ashford #resident evil fanfiction #resident evil #re4 #darkside chronicles #need to decide on a tag for the AU ugh

[frillyfacefins]

Ozzie/Fizzarolli, Shibari

@masonshmason asked for Shibari for my FizzarOzzie ficlet prompt post! I actually did my homework for this and found this really cool channel, if you want to check out how the pattern looks like!

If you have any specific kink, scenario or even sex toy you‘d like me to write a FizzarOzzie fic about, send me an ask or reply to the original post! (They won‘t all be this long though, this one got a bit away from me 🥲)

Here we go!

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A deep shiver ran through Fizzarolli‘s body when Ozzie‘s fingers brushed his armpits on their way down to the half-finished pentagram of rope stretching across his little darling‘s narrow chest. He had to make sure that the tie leading from his back to his wrists, keeping his hands over his head, was still comfortable, and that the expansion lock he had activated on Fizz‘ arms to keep them at their standard length wasn‘t hurting him.

It was a little more challenging to check in with Fizz when they did rope work, both because the imp usually went right into subspace as soon as those first lengths of rope were snugly hugging his ribcage, and because he liked to have a gag for these kind of long scenes, so he could focus any excess energy his body couldn‘t let go of into sucking and chewing on something. Today, he had chosen a hot pink pony bit, the same color as the hemp rope Ozzie was using. It didn‘t strain his jaw muscles even when he kept it in for a long time, and the material was both soft enough to be pleasant to chew on and durable enough that even a hellhound wouldn‘t have been able to damage it in any real way.

He was drooling a little, Ozzie noticed. He gently wiped his face, following his hand with his mouth to kiss the skin right above the connection between the strap and the bit, then he took Fizz‘ chin between his fingers and gently pushed it up.

“Fizzy, can you blink for me?” he asked in a soft voice. He was happy to let his little jester float most of the time, but he was about to tie the top part of the pentagram pattern, and he needed Fizz to be a little more aware for that. Anything you did around your partner‘s throat had to be carefully calibrated to their comfort, after all.

Fizz looked at him with vacant, glassy eyes, then his gaze jerked slightly downward. He grimaced a little, bit his gag harder, as if he was trying to get a feeling for his face muscles again, then he looked up at Ozzie and blinked.

Ozzie smiled and caressed his forehead with his thumb.

“Good boy,” he murmured, before he finally returned his attention to the half-finished criss-cross of rope work.

Reversed pentagram harnesses weren‘t the most complex of patterns, but Ozzie liked the aesthetic of them, and the repetitive work of looping ropes around each other felt less like anything really sexual and more like a relaxing craft, not unlike cooking. He knew all the steps to get from the raw ingredients - the soft, pink hemp rope and Fizzy‘s delicate skin and narrow chest - to the finished meal - white skin crisscrossed with the pink pentagram, including a lovely handle at the center of Fizz‘ back that he could use later to hold onto him while he fucked any tension that hadn‘t yet vanished into the serenity of the rope work out of the both of them.

The lower right and the bottom points of the star were finished, the rope hanging down Fizz‘s chest. Ozzie adjusted the tension at his right shoulder and at the existing knots of the pentagram, then he led the rope across his chest to the slightly loose length going from his left shoulder down to his solar plexus. He tied the rope parallel to the one on the right, adjusted the pressure to get the over-crossing ropes into shape. With the lower left point of the star finished, he led the rope to the opposite shoulder, crossing over the other length that was already brushing against Fizz‘ throat. His eyes kept flicking up to his partner‘s face, trying to make sure he wasn‘t feeling any discomfort during the process. He‘d been with people before who would panic at pressure around their throat, many of whom had either not been aware that this would be their reaction or somehow convinced they shouldn‘t have this reaction, so they‘d try to hide it, but this wasn‘t about pain or punishment or pushing boundaries, so that kind of thing usually put a pretty big damper on the scene.

(Yes, he had used more painful or precarious ways to bind people, and sometimes he even did that with Fizzy, but he definitely wouldn‘t let him float this far or give him a gag during the rigging process. Imps were durable, but his Fizzy‘s joints were already vulnerable, and any accidental injury on him wouldn‘t just make Ozzie hate himself, but it would also mean Fizz would have issues performing, which would, in the worst case scenario, make him spiral back into that dark place…)

He could see that Fizz was doing his best to stick around for this part. His eyes kept unfocusing, his eyelids drooping, but they kept jerking upward and his gaze kept moving back to look down at Ozzie‘s face.

“You‘re doing so good,” Ozzie whispered while he held the rope at his left shoulder, making adjustments on the rest of the star-shape. “Fuck, you‘re so beautiful… Just look at you, all wrapped up like a present for me…”

He leaned in to kiss the center of the star, which made Fizz wriggle and giggle. Ozzie held on to the rope while he stood up and walked around Fizz to his back, then he went down on his knees again to finish the work. 

The over-the-head wrist tie was rather long and didn‘t pull his hands all the way down, so Ozzie had plenty of space to anchor the pentagram. A good part of Fizz‘ back was already covered by a flat rose of rope, and Ozzie took his time to wriggle his finger under that rose to scratch his skin very gently. Fizz often got itchy when things covered his skin during a scene, and Ozzie had gotten used to giving him little maintenance skritches, just in case, so he didn‘t have to ask when he wasn‘t in the right headspace to do so.

With the shape in the front done, he only needed to secure the rope that was crossing over his throat, and then tie the rest off. With how thin Fizzy was in comparison to succubi and lust-ring imps, he had only needed one rope, which he now threaded through the rest of the backwork, before he finally wrapped it around the bit of rope connecting the anchoring rope rose to the lengths that he had slung around the base of Fizz‘s ribcage at the very beginning of this. He finished that smooth handle he had created with a square knot to keep everything in place, then he adjusted the fit on the back a last time.

When he came back to Fizzy‘s front, his little favorite was already shivering with anticipation, sharp little teeth gnawing eagerly at his pony bit, eyes very much focused on Ozzie now.

Ozzie grinned and lifted him up with one hand on his upper back and the other under his thighs. Fizz looked beautiful with that perfect pentagram shape framing his chest, his shoulders, his throat, his arms still forced away from his body, traces of fresh drool on his chin and his hard little cock a similar dark pink as the rope adorning him. 

He could hardly wait to take out that gag and make him scream…

#I guess with that whole „expand“ thing I don‘t really need read mores anymore? #still gonna do them for the really long ones but this one you can read on your dash #helluva boss #helluva boss fanfiction #fizzarozzie #helluva boss asmodeus #helluva boss ozzie #helluva boss fizzarolli #fizzodeus #asmodeus x fizzarolli

[draggged-leer]

SEE YOU AGAIN?

Jake mason x Michael yew

Timeline — during the battle of manhattan/TLO

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Right after Percy divided the campers to go their separate ways, Michael Yew the new head counselor of cabin 7, was watching his younger siblings hug their friends goodbye and wishing them luck as some of the Apollo kids would stay behind to help heal the wounded.

When Michael was about to gather his siblings up, he felt a hand on his shoulder. He was about to shove the person away until the random kid spoke.

“Don’t be stupid, I can’t lose you either.” Michael turned to look who was speaking to him, it was his boyfriend, technically secret boyfriend since they haven’t came out yet but it was obvious they have a thing for each other.

“When am I ever stupid?” Michael said, Jake gave him that look.

“Fine yeah whatever I won’t, and don’t think your losing me, I’ll be that annoying mosquito that won’t leave you alone, I’m always gonna be by your side, just not in the bathroom and when you’re sleeping or that’ll be creepy.” Michael grinned, Jake rolled his eyes and shook his head before pulling Michael into a hug.

“Just please be careful, for me?” Michael blushed, jake always had Michael on chokehold every time he did those puppy dog eyes, and would they work on Michael? Yes, all the time.

“Fine, just stop doing those eyes.” Jake smiled. “Same goes to you, be safe.” Michael said, jake nodded.

“I will. Now we have to get going.” Jake started walking away Michael stopped him.

“Jake!” Michael yelled to get his attention

“Yeah?” Jake said turned around to see a mischievous smile on Michael face.

“Can I get a kiss?” Michael said as he walked closer to Jake with that flirtatious look on his face. Jake rolled his eyes at Michael, with a small smile, then leaned down to kiss Michael, it was a short kiss.

“Man, can you make it last forever?” Michael said as Jake pulled back, Jake looked at him confused.

“What do you mean if I can make it last forever?”

“It was too short, I need it longer.” Michael said as his cheeks grew pink.

Jake smirked, it was funny seeing Michael ask for more since he wasn’t really big in physical touch. “And why would I do that?” Jake said as he started fixing Michael’s hair.

“Im about to go to War, Jake. I need something to keep me motivated.” Michael cupped Jake’s face and making him lean down to be face to face. “And kissing you is what keeps me on track.”

Michael was always the flirty one, he would always get Jake flustered, occasionally Jake would flirt back and he found laugh every time he would see how Michael’s face would get, his cheeks go bright red, his eyes would dilate and he would sometimes stutter over his own word even if it was just a simple pick up line.

Jake kissed him, again. This time a little longer, he still had his hands in Michael’s hair as Michael had his hands holding Jake’s face.

“Now why would you want me to kiss you? Like in public where anyone can see?”jake said as he fixed his posture.

Michael sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

“I don’t know if I’ma see you again, and so I just want to experience that one last time.” Michael grabbed Jake’s hand and squeezed it.

“I love you.”

Jake felt like he was about to burst into tears, he didn’t know why Michael was talking like he was going to die, he couldn’t. They both were going to stay head counselors together, and Michael would never let 13 year old Will take all the responsibility now. So Jake just sighed.

Jake grabbed Michael’s left hand and pulled up to his lips before leaving a small peck on it.

“I love you too.”

#brb crying my eyes out rn #I really need more fanfiction of them #should I post this on Ao3???? #jake mason x michael yew #michael yew #michael yew x jake mason #jake mason #pjo #the last olympian

[shwoo]

Flooftober day 20, and it's Filbo's turn! The prompt is aliens! No aliens actually appear! The possibility of aliens does, though.

(Prompt list)

Title: Many cooperating and competing groups Summary: Filbo seeks help from Floofty with his mayoral duties. (Also on AO3)

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"Ah, but what they were to communicate solely through precisely timed bursts of sulphur dioxide?" Floofty was beginning to enjoy themself.

Filbo scratched his head. "We'd get some kind of air… purity… guy?" he suggested.

"What I am driving at, Mayor Fiddlepie, is that there is no completely reliable way to predict how alien life will manifest itself, even given that it arrives here, specifically," said Floofty. Mayor Fiddlepie. It still seemed like a joke, but he was now a democratically elected official. It… wasn't something Floofty could have achieved, at least.

"Yeah, but they'd still have… uh… spaceships, right?" said Filbo. "Listen, I know it's… probably not gonna happen, but in case aliens do land in Grumpus Park, we need to know what to do. Gotta have a plan!" He laughed.

"Yes, you do have a quite lot of those," said Floofty. "Mm, why not simply spellbind the aliens with an inspiring speech, until they agree to share their technological secrets with us?"

"I, uh…" said Filbo. "I don't think I can really do that on command… Are we still talking about the sulphur dioxide aliens?"

Obviously their sarcasm had been too subtle. "My apologies," said Floofty, "but I cannot solve a problem that could take any possible form. If you had any data about these hypothetical aliens, perhaps I could advise you, but as it stands, I cannot be of use here."

They half hoped that Filbo was asking because he knew something Floofty didn't, but if the government had found evidence of aliens, they wouldn't tell a lowly mayor. At least not before Snorpington could get hold of the information and shout it from the rooftops.

"Well, no, no data, but Buddy says it's really important…" said Filbo.

"Ah." They should have known. "So they put you up to this. In that case, I suggest you throw Theoblab -- ahem, 'Buddy' -- at this situation. It appears to be working out for you so far, after all."

"What?" said Filbo. "No! It's just, well, they're always talking about how important it is to be prepared for, uh… 'first… contact?' And I wanted to do something for them, like they're always doing stuff for me…" His tone changed. "But you know what? You're right. They'd love to be in charge of alien relations! Thanks, Floofty."

"Happy to help?" said Floofty. Their sarcasm was definitely too subtle.

#Bugsnax #Flooftober #Floofty Fizzlebean #Filbo Fiddlepie #fanfiction #Shwoo's writing #This one was really hard to pare down to my self-imposed word count #I don't know if it's Filbo's nervous speech style or Floofty being wordier than usual or what #I need to add Floofty to my spellchecker so I stop calling them Flooty as much #Not sure if that's more or less silly as a name than Floofty is

[verityblack]

Cannot believe I actually went to the hurt/comfort and angst tags the other day when I could’ve just gone to the Tim Drake centric fics for a good cry because Holy Fuck there’s some sad shit in here

#tim drake #fanfiction #the fact I didn’t even have to put the hurt/comfort and angst tags in to get them as well #Tim really needs a hug in so many of these fics #I knew this #I have read some like these before probably #but I usually read the more goofy fun batfam fics #I like those identity shenanigans #on a binge of Tim Drake fics now #the feels my guys #THE FEELS #AHHHHHHH #Batman #batfam #ao3 #hurt/comfort #angst #let me know if you want recs I guess? #I will share the emotional pain

[ofmd-alsaurus]

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#dunno if you'll remember last thursday i was struggling with ofmd feelings AND work shit #that interview i was in where they gave the guy an unfair problem to solve #well we did it again today and gave him a more fair problem. which was very cool of them to do #and I'm glad i spoke up! #but he still didnt do well enough to hire him 💀 #if he were coming in at my level or lower i would be like yeah of course #but a level higher than me? no. needs better technical skills than that #i want someone i can learn from lol #i was telling my wife about this. and she was like 'wait. why don't YOU apply for the staff level role and someone else can take your role' #and I'm like........ am i good enough for that level? well. probably. actually yeah. #but do i WANT to be at that level right now? NOT FUCKING REALLY #do i like money? of course #but what i like more than money. is freedom #is a staff level engineer going to have enough fuck-around time to obsess over gay pirates?!!! I THINK NOT! #i have fanfiction to write! i mean hellooooo priorities here

[zombolouge]

not even 9am and I've already made myself cry writing a flashback scene. I'm so extremely normal about everything.

#zombolouge writes #fanfiction #lol I finished the replay of the first AA trilogy last night and had a few more scenes to write this morning #been really enjoying replaying them while thinking about different contexts bc of what I'm thinking about for Fanatical #I'm starting the Apollo trilogy now #I'll need to play AAI again too but I am yearning for Apollo and Trucy too much right now lol #I JUST LOVE THEM ALL SO MUCH

[jungkook97]

hello girls and gays, just thought to make an entire masterlist of fanfiction works i’ve done so far to organize everything together!

⚠️ disclaimers: most of my fics are going to be mostly jungkook and reader with the occasional ships depending if the story fits! i do not take requests and only dedicate fics to people i love or know well for accuracy. reader’s attributes are not mentioned at all for better immersion & are generally female presenting, however it’s very easy to skip them if you’re not!

💬  shoot me an ask if you wanna be tagged in future works or write me a review. i will not be angry if you do not reblog or engage with my works because honestly i write for fun anyways. also, if you wanna collab on anything, just send me a message and we can plot 😈

here are the writing reviews i’ve gotten so far if you wanna read them before diving in 👇 🏊‍♀️  

J U N G K O O K & r e a d e r 

ONE SHOTS ˎˊ˗₊‧‎♡

♡ °✧‧₊˚ stuck with u - non-idol with reader, camping trip, oneshot (f2l, smut, slice of life-ish)

jeon jungkook was always over at your damn house growing up every day and known as your little brother’s bestest friend in high school, playing pokemon or some nerdy stuff. you knew he had some stupid lil crush on you for years, but didn’t think much of it. until of course, he sees you again at the fine age of 24 as some hot shot got you thinking differently. 

♡ °✧‧₊˚ can’t get over you - canon with hybe staff!reader, oneshot (f2l, slice of life, soulmates, character study)

jungkook lives to love people, and as he would take a break from the chaotic energy of loving, he falls head over heels for someone yet again. are they the actual love of his life this time, or is the universe messing with him? 

♡ °✧‧₊˚ why didn’t you wait for me? - non-idol fuckboy & post-college, vacation trip, oneshot (e2l, angst)

you attend a wedding in hawaii with your old high school buddy taehyung for a much needed reunion. little did you realize that the last person you wanted to see would end up attending.

♡ °✧‧₊˚ crush on you - canon with marketing director!reader, drabble (fluff, confessions)

jungkook always had the biggest crush on people who are good at their jobs. y/n always had the biggest crush on the youngest member of bts. y/n wins an award. jungkook is in attendance.

♡ °✧‧₊˚ admit it - canon & fwb with staff!reader, oneshot (smut, possessive as fuck jungkook)

you, taehyung and jungkook go out for the night much to jungkook's dismay. you looked fine as fuck tonight, and jungkook feels a certain type of way about it.

♡ °✧‧₊˚ severed - non-idol jungkook with reader, oneshot (sci-fi, drama)

you and jungkook had a terrible breakup. and so, you two decided to delete each other from your guys' memories.

♡ °✧‧₊˚ and if you let me - non-idol coworker! jungkook with reader, drabble (fluff)

it was your last day at work and jungkook, who has a big fat crush on you, throws a going away party before you go.

♡ °✧‧₊˚ (PENDING) 505 - canon with normie and very toxic!reader, oneshot (angst, light depictions of smut, friendzoned!idol jungkook, emotional manipulation, unrequited love)

she calls him and he comes like clockwork every time, even though he knows deep down that it’s never a good idea. this time, he has 2 hours to turn around before he picks her up from her ex-boyfriend’s house. will he get there or will he finally let her go?

SERIES ˎˊ˗₊‧‎♡

decision to leave universe

⋆｡°✩ decision to leave - canon with hollywood socialite!reader, oneshot (missed connections, forbidden love and abrupt endings, angst, character study)

being an idol is never easy. they work endlessly, and "fans", the media, and the company follow and critique their every movement. they're not strong enough, one could feel very trapped and suffocated. jungkook was used to all of this. what he wasn't used to was finding the right person at the wrong time.

⋆｡°✩ fling - canon with reporter!reader, spinoff from decision to leave (angst, missed connections)

you were interviewing bangtan and couldn't help but felt a level of closeness to the youngest member. soon after, jungkook ended up taking a liking to you, proposing that you two should meet up throughout the week while he was in town for a little fun.

⋆｡°✩ (PENDING) perfect illusion - canon with reporter!reader, continuation of fling (angst, missed connections)

a year has passed since you had your little fling with jungkook and well, things surely have changed: for better or for jungkook, worse. you returned to his life in an unexpected way, only to fall in love with one of his band members, min yoongi.

J U N G K O O K & B A N G T A N 

⋆·˚ ༘ * something about us (namjikook) - college, series (f2l, romcom, smut, slice of life, coming out journey)

very upright christian boy jeon jungkook decided to do his roommate kim taehyung a favor by stopping by his plug’s house to get his usual shit.

little did he know that taehyung’s plug was fucking hot.

⋆·˚ ༘ * it's a bad idea, right? (jungkook x reader & yoongi x reader) - oneshot (non-idol!roommate jungkook, musician!yoongi, and music industry person!reader, romcom, smut)

yoongi and y/n broke up and she wants him back. desperately. so much so that she got a fake boyfriend (aka her annoying BUT attractive roommate) to get him jealous. what a terrible idea.

O T H E R 

✿ - love drought (jackson wang x reader) - canon, oneshot (post-breakup, slice of life, angst, character study)

both of you are broken from past relationships, but chose to give love another chance when you met each other. when a misunderstanding and a long history of miscommunication leads to a breakup, you two are left wondering if you two were wrong for each other, or was it based on circumstances. on one fateful night, you decided to meet up with jackson to not only catch up, but to figure out the answer to the most important question.

#jungkook #jungkook scenarios #jungkook fanfic #jungkook x reader #writing #mine #gonna make this my pinned officially but anyway. this isn't really a writing blog exclusively #i'm just too lazy to make a whole new #writing blog esp if i already wrote shit here and tbh i'm gonna keep leaning onto this bc ok #i do have a few plot bunnies around and i need some time to flesh it out #but hopefully by year's end there's more to this #i do wanna write more bangtan fics just to keep my writing bug going and not lose steam bc fuck i love writing and wanna get better #i have a lot to work on as well like world building and doing chaptered fics but anyway! fanfiction writer katie is back baby #pls rly do not ask for requests like i will not fulfill them anyway and will make it very different from what you think #i cannot write smut for shit so don't ask me to write a 10k fic of jungkook railing you ok i'm serious