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f4nrir · 11 months

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Selcouth Chapter 3

steven grant x reader x marc spector

note: this took me such a long time to finish as I decided to change up a few things. I still have a few ideas for this series so I may continue it. for now, I'm going to focus on one-shots and/or headcanons. feel free to correct me if how I portrayed DID is incorrect, I’d like to be educated as much as possible.

cw: fluff, mentions of DID, slight angst, subtle flirting, kissing

Summary: After the night in the library, things take a turn for the better. word count: 4.1k

An hour had gone by and it was getting late, so you spoke up and reminded him of the time. Steven nodded in response, closing his notebook and swiftly putting it back in his backpack. The tension was horrible, it felt like there was a wall that suddenly built in between you two. On the other hand, Steven seemed to be just fine and didn’t think much of it.

You stood up and pushed in your chair, still embarrassed about what happened. Mumbling a goodbye, you attempted to walk away but Steven grabbed a hold of your hand. He stopped you before you were able to leave and you turned around to face him, his face having an expression of a lost puppy. You hate how much of an effect that has on you, it never fails to make you melt.

“Are you alright?” he asked, tilting his head slightly with concern. It made your stomach tie into a knot, his cluelessness made the urges come back and you wanted to kiss him again. But you couldn’t.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I’ll see you tomorrow.” you abruptly pulled away, walking in the opposite direction so you couldn’t see the expression on his face. ‘I feel bad..’ you murmured to yourself and gave in, taking a glance behind you and Steven stood there as he watched you walk away. You felt your heartache as you’d never seen him so crushed.

As you walked home, you mentally beat yourself up for hurting him and running away from the problem. You couldn’t handle the thought of losing the one person who means the world to you and ruining what you had. Sure, you and Steven were incredibly close and crossed the lines a few times but never pursued anything. Maybe it was platonic on his behalf and was able to differentiate platonic feelings.

Steven made his way back to his flat, pondering what he had done wrong. He unlocked the door, sitting down to do his usual routine of removing his shoes. “Steven.. Did you not notice what was happening?” Marc asked with a tone in his voice as if he was disappointed. Steven looked up at the mirror, looking dumbfounded. “What?”

Marc sighed and put his face in his palm, shaking his head in slight frustration. Even Steven’s cluelessness rubbed on him, sensing that you noticed it too. Throughout the months you and Steven have spent time together, Marc was also falling for you too. Steven knew he felt something, although he was much more oblivious and didn’t think of it as anything. Some of the gestures Steven would do were actually through Marc’s control as he wanted to be selfish, to be able to do things for you and love you in his secret ways. Whether it’d be offering Steven’s arm as you cross the street or carrying your bags for you when you go out, Marc is willing to do it all.

“Steven, he was trying to kiss us— you. he was trying to make a move..” he murmured, slightly lowering his head down and Steven looked up at the mirror.

“What?” he said, putting his face into his hands and sighing in frustration, wondering as to how he didn’t notice. You must’ve felt embarrassed and that thought alone was enough to make his stomach churn, as he did not want to make you feel anything bad at all.

“Marc.. we can’t. You know that, we don’t know how he’d react to us.” Steven sighed and Marc looked up at him with furrowed eyebrows, his whole demeanor changing.

“WE have known him for a while now Steven! I don’t want to be kept a secret anymore. We have been waiting for this to happen and even if we won’t have romantic relations with him, I want to know him for myself. I want to be able to be around him as myself.. Steven, we have to tell him.” Marc pleaded, making Steven sigh and look back at the mirror.

“Marc I’m scared..” he admitted, taking a breath before continuing, “He is the kindest person we’ve ever met and I don’t want to lose him. But I am tired, I want to rest and let my guard down around him as well”.

“Tell him, please,” Marc begged one last time and Steven took in a deep breath, caving in. “I will.”

A few days have gone by and you haven’t spoken to Steven or seen him around. Although it was spring break and it made sense to be busy, it worried you as he would always let you know beforehand. The last time you saw him was when you both studied at the library and you wondered if it had something to do with that. The guilt set in and you took in a shaky breath, trying not to get too lost in your thoughts. You were taking a stroll downtown, looking at different shops that caught your interest. You found yourself lost in the bookstore, mesmerized by the different novels that were in stock. The comic book section had also caught your eye, debating whether or not you wanted to buy another issue but realized you had plenty at home.

As you left the store you were in, you saw a familiar figure walk past you. You couldn’t exactly pinpoint it but his presence felt familiar and you looked over at him, deciding to follow behind. He was wearing a cap and a gray button-up that was unbuttoned, being used for layering for the black shirt underneath.

You wanted to keep a safe distance between you two as you didn’t want to seem like a creep, just in case you didn’t know him. He then walked into a shop, a steakhouse to be exact, and you stood outside for a minute. You contemplated whether or not to go in as for one, this wasn’t Steven. He doesn’t even eat meat and two, you already seemed suspicious. Snapping out of your thoughts, you glanced up at the window and made eye contact with him as he sat down. It was Steven, or so you thought. He immediately got up and rushed out of the store, trying to get away as quickly as he could.

“Steven! Wait, Steven!” you called out and followed him, immediately being able to catch up. You swiftly grabbed his arm, stopping him right in his tracks, and made him look at you.

He seemed different. His posture was straightened and he carried himself as if he was more confident yet reserved. Steven avoided eye contact with you and tried to get himself away from your grasp.

“Hey! I haven’t seen you in almost a week, are you alright?” you asked, your concern growing as each second passed. “I’m fine,” he replied coldly and it didn’t seem like him at all. Steven would reply in a bubbly tone even if he was upset and right now he had an American accent. It's as if he changed himself all of a sudden.

“I just wanted to check up on you...” you replied, awkwardly letting go of the grip you had on his arm. He immediately pulled away and walked off, not bothering to chase him since it seemed as if he needed some space.

“Marc.. why would you do that!” Steven exclaimed through the reflection of the window that Marc would walk by.

“Listen, I freaked out and I wasn’t thinking clearly— Call him when we get home,” he murmured to himself and Steven sighed, disappearing as Marc exited downtown and made his way to their flat.

After the interaction with Steven, you quickly left to go back to your apartment. You felt horrible as if you messed up that badly on that one evening in the library. You wanted to ask questions, you wanted to be mad but you knew that wouldn’t do anything. He couldn’t even look at you. It’s as if he changed in a week, he wasn’t the same person you knew and fell in love with. You also found it odd that his accent changed, and it made you wonder if he had been pretending to be someone else this whole time.

You plopped down on your bed and opened up a comic book, trying to distract your mind from what happened today. Until you felt your phone buzzing, looking at it in confusion as you didn’t expect anyone to call you today. You then picked up your phone and saw the caller ID, it was Steven. You took a deep breath before you answered, “Hello? Are you alright?” you asked.

“Hi, yes I’m fine. Do you mind coming over? I have to talk to you about something if that’s alright?” Steven’s accent was back and he spoke softly, just like the boy you fell in love with. At first, you wanted to say no but you didn’t want to mess it up even further. You replied with a quick “Okay” and hung up after he said thank you.

You raced down the streets of London, trying to get to Steven’s flat as soon as possible. You felt pathetic for giving in so easily after how he treated you earlier that day. Answers. That’s all you wanted, was to be given answers and not be left out in the dark anymore. You had a lot of questions to ask him but mostly wondered why he invited you to come out of nowhere.

Deciding to save the questions for later, you turned the corner to where Steven’s building is located and rushed to the elevator. The anxiety began to kick in as you felt anxious to find out the truth and you weren’t ready to hear what he had to say. What if..? You shook your head and cleared your throat, wiped the sweat off your forehead, and walked out of the elevator when it reached his floor with a “ding”.

“Steven?” you softly called out for him, knocking gently yet loud enough so that he could hear it. You heard shuffling and rummaging through the door, raising your eyebrows in concern yet confusion.

“Oh, bollocks! Coming!” he explained and you suppressed a giggle as you heard him stumble, knowing that he almost tripped over as there was a loud “thud” that meant he caught himself.

Steven opened the door and you were greeted with his usual charming smile. You glanced up at his eyes and they looked at you softly, as if he held in a lot of guilt for what had happened. He moved to the side to let you in and you stepped through the door, realizing this was the first time you’d seen his flat. It was cozy and there were lots of books lying around. Quite spacious too... And he had a fish? That’s so adorable.

He closed the door and followed closely behind you, glancing at which direction you were looking towards.

“I’m sorry,” he piped up and you turned around to look at him, seeing his shoulders drop and his head hung low. “I never meant to hurt you, I just had something going on..” you cut him off by pulling him into a loving hug, holding him close to you. Steven buried his face into your shoulder and you felt him slowly weep in your arms. You rubbed his back in response, doing your best to comfort him.

He repeated incoherent words, all you could make out was “I’m sorry” and you hushed him, leading him to his bed to sit him down. There was a pile of sand that surrounded his bed, which you found quite odd and restraints were hanging on the posts. You didn’t want to think about what that could potentially mean, as you felt slight jealousy erupt from within.

You held him there and rocked him back and forth, rubbing his back gently as you tried to calm him down. It hurt to see him this way and he clung to you, satisfied with the fact he trusts you.

“Steven, talk to me. What’s going on?” you asked, gently trying to lift his head and have him look up at you. He obliged and slowly looked up, the sight of it breaking your heart. His eyes were red and his face was flushed. Tears kept coming out and you wiped them away, mumbling “It's okay, I’m here” over and over again to comfort him.

“I need to tell you something and I..I’ve been putting it off, thinking you’re going to judge me. I’m sorry..” he stammered and began fidgeting with his hands. You were slightly anxious, not knowing what this could be. You gave him a nod, signaling that it’s okay to keep going and you’re still listening to him.

“Uh.. for starters, when you saw me out there... That wasn’t me.” he paused for a minute, pursed his lips together, and spoke again, “I have this condition, it’s DID, dissociative identity disorder.”

You looked at him, your gaze softening up. You could never judge him, especially for something like this.

“I...I’m an alter, the one you met is Marc. The host.” his hands began shaking and you immediately took them in your own, gently caressing them, “Something happened back in his childhood and that’s how I was created... I’m different, we’re both different"

“So.. you avoided me because of that?” you asked and you cupped his face, making him look at you. Steven took in a deep breath and nodded, tears starting to formulate in his eyes once again.

“Yeah— Listen, I’m still me.. just expect to see someone else at random points of the day,” he began to stumble upon his own words, frantically trying to explain himself. You then brought his face closer to yours to have him look at you, trying to calm him down. “I love you, Steven. All of you”.

“You love me?” he asked, with slight confusion and curiosity. He couldn’t believe that you loved him that much, as this was the first time he was receiving proper care from someone else.

“I do, all of you” you replied and began closing the space between you two, your faces only an inch away from each other. You whispered, “May I?”

“Please,” he mumbled and you closed up the space between you both, kissing him. His lips felt soft against yours and you moved in synchrony. Your hand made its way to the back of his nape, pulling him close to you and he hummed in response against your lips. After a good minute or two, you both pulled away to catch your breath and looked at each other. The way Steven’s eyes lit up and his pupils dilated, made you feel some sort of contentment that he knew the truth and so did you.

You took his hands and held them together, gently playing with them as you soothed his nerves. You figured that was something hard to confess to someone, scared of the judgment you’d face because of it. “Steven..” you began to speak, causing the other to look up at you, “you don’t ever have to worry about this. I will never judge you, and I want to do more research to educate myself further. Or you can tell me about it.” saying this caused him to tear up, making your own eyes well up in tears. You then began whispering soft affirmations to him and gently cupped his face with both hands, using your thumbs to wipe away his tears. He immediately leaned into your touch, looking up at you with those beautiful brown doe eyes that you love. You kissed him once again, just to reassure him and ease his mind.

“Thank you... This truly means a lot to me– To us..” The sudden change in the accent made your head tilt but did not question it as this could be something you’d need to get used to. You figured you were talking to Marc and judging by his body language, you were right. Marc sat up straight with his shoulders tensed as if he needed to keep his guard up. However, his gaze on you differed from the rest of his demeanor; he looked at you with love and care.

“Hey, I’m Marc– I’m sorry for earlier..” the way he spoke was low and it felt quite intimidating as you were used to Steven’s bubbly tone. It was clear that he spoke from his chest as the sound was thick and stern, yet soft and loving.

“I understand, Marc. It’s nice to meet you.” you carefully grabbed his hand, not wanting to startle him just in case as you were not aware of his reactions. Marc stiffened to the touch but softened up, as soon as he felt your touch. Your skin felt soft yet rough and that alone felt comforting to him.

He brought the back of your hand up to his lips, peppering it in kisses along with your knuckles. “Thank you for understanding and loving us.. regardless of our condition."

“Of course— This changes nothing. Although I want to get to know you more, that’s all” you beamed and he gave you a shy smile, noticing how flushed his face got.

“Sure. First, would you like a drink?” he asked and he stood up from the bed, making his way to the kitchen. You followed behind him as he brought two cups out, realizing he already knew what you liked to drink when you and Steven would go out.

“Just the usual” you sarcastically replied and rolled your eyes, earning a laugh from Marc. You felt your stomach turn, as his voice sounded lovely but hearing his laughter did it for you even further. You then stood behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist and resting your head against his shoulder. This made Marc stop in his tracks for a few seconds but continued, humming in contentment.

“Marc, I want my turn later.” Steven huffed from a nearby mirror and he laughed to himself, nodding his head in agreement. You didn’t question it though, as you figured he might’ve been communicating with the other since he glanced over at the mirror.

When he finished, he handed you your drink and led you both to the table to talk. “Thank you for remembering, even if it’s simple.” you placed your cup down after taking a sip and he smiled at you. “Of course, I paid attention to a lot of details you gave Steven, or us for the past several months of knowing you.”

This made you feel important to him because he took the time to remember details about you, even if they are minor. For the rest of the evening, the both of you talked and opened up about each other’s past and got to know one another even further. Even though he knew you, he wanted to connect with you on a different level. And you did. It felt refreshing to be around Marc, he and Steven were completely different yet the same. You found comfort in this and you can easily tell them apart, accepting them just for how they are. This deepened the connection you had with the boys as you further talked, not realizing that it got late. You glanced up at the clock and it read midnight and you yawned as you leaned back onto your chair.

“It’s late, do you want to sleep here?” he asked as he put away the cups and you looked around, their bed calling out for you as it looked so comfortable to be in. The thought of cuddling up with Marc at this time of night made you feel excited.

“If you’d let me, yes..” you mumbled and Marc grinned, being happy with your decision. He then began fluffing up the pillows, trying his best to make the pillows look presentable. You walked over and sat down, removing your sweatshirt and your pants. You were only left in your shirt and boxers, unable to sleep with any more layers regardless of how cold it was. Marc watched you remove your layers and he stared at your back in awe, as your shirt pressed against your muscles which exposed your build. He gulped, mentally tracing the bumps and memorizing how broad your shoulders were.

You slightly turned your head and through your peripheral vision, you noticed Marc was staring at you like a hawk in the night. “Like what you see?” you playfully teased him and he turned away, slightly embarrassed you saw that. You pulled the cover back and got in bed, Marc following you right after. You propped your arm up, leaning your head against the palm of your hand to look at him. He gave you a soft smile and did the same thing, pulling the covers over his shoulder right after.

“What is that... Is that some kinky thing or–” You pointed at the cuffs that were tied to the bedpost and he pursed his lips together, eyes widened. “Oh, that uh... So. At night Steven would “sleepwalk” although that was just me taking control.” he then pointed at the sand on the floor next to you, “hence why he put sand to track whether or not he left. And the door is taped for extra measures. It’s been years since it happened, just never thought to get rid of it. Just an inside joke, I suppose.”

You nodded and asked, “Was he not aware of your presence?” he shook his head, “It’s complicated. Remember that other stuff I told you when I was younger? He just never came to his senses. So it's a bit fresh..” Marc then laid down, staring up at the ceiling and you looked over at him. You felt bad as if you just reopened a wound that had been taking its time to heal. You laid on your back as well, motioning for him to come lay in your arms. At first, he hesitated but gave in as he could use that comfort. Marc nestled his face into the crook of your neck, feeling his hot breath against it. You soothed him by rubbing his back and running your fingers through his dark curls.

“You’re safe here Marc... I’ve got you both,” you whispered against his temple and placed a kiss on it right after. You continued to hold him as the both of you drifted off to sleep, contentment filling your hearts.

Hours had gone by and you groaned, slowly opening your eyes and the grogginess hit you. You looked at your phone to check the time and it was only 9am, it was a decent time although the sleep you had gotten felt like it wasn’t enough. However, the time you spent with Marc was worth it. You turned over to face the other man and to your surprise, you were greeted with a smile as he was already up.

“Good morning..” It was Steven. You lifted your body slightly to be able to kiss him on his nose, then immediately buried your face back into the soft sheets. Steven gently rubbed your back, placing soft kisses on your temple and down your back. You leaned into this touch and murmured incoherent words under your breath, earning a chuckle from the other. You slowly felt your body drift back to unconsciousness, as Steven’s words began fading out of your hearing. Until you had heard him say, “We’d like you to be our boyfriend.”

You immediately opened an eye, lifting your head off of the sheets, and looked at him with one eye closed and the other twitching in response. He let out a laugh by accident from watching your reaction and he cleared his throat right after, not wanting to make you feel embarrassed even if it was funny.

“Are you serious?”, you asked, and sat up as Steven moved closer to you. “Or are you just trying to get me to wake up?” you pushed his face away gently and he giggled, placing a kiss on your palm as you did that.

“No, this is real. Although the setting isn’t as romantic, we’d love you to be ours.. please. If you’d like.” he took your hands into his and caressed it gently. He then put it up to his lips and began kissing it all over, making you smile and you placed a kiss on his forehead in return.

“Oh Steven, of course. I’ve been wanting this for so long. I would love to be.” You gently placed your hand on the back of his neck and pulled him closer to you, engulfing him in a sweet kiss. He pulled your body closer to him and wrapped his arms around you, keeping you close.

“I love you” he murmured against your lips and you pulled away as you rested your forehead against his.

“I love you.”

#— zeppelin’s files 📁#marc spector x male reader #steven grant x male reader #male reader #mlm writing #mlm fluff #moon knight x reader #steven grant x m!reader #steven grant x male reader x marc spector #marvel #fluff

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ritzy-reminiscence · 4 months

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ೀ⋆｡askbox + rules + masterlist ! ɞ°

⸝⸝ tl;dr : title says all ! my askbox is open, and under the cut are just some general rules to follow when submitting requests / asks ! also under the cut is my masterlist -- i thought to include both of them in one post to make it easier to navigate ^^

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I will only write for Lackadaisy for this blog ! For all Slam Dunk asks, please go to my other blog ! :DD

10 requests at a time, please ! Once I've received 10, I will close my askbox and will only open it again after those 10 have been posted .

Absolutely NO NSFW . Romantic stuff and displays of affection like kissing is fine, but I won't write about anything further than that .

I also won't write anything within the lines of pedophilia, abuse, traumatic deaths, or any form of bigotry or hate, as it not only makes me extremely uncomfortable but it also goes against what I stand for .

Please go through my askbox rather than commenting on my posts or messaging me ! It helps me keep track of everything a lot easier .

Do be patient ! I'm only a student with not much free time on my hands, and although I do love to write, I also prefer to do it in my spare time . I can't guarantee that I'll answer your requests quickly, but I'll still try my best ♡

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Melancholy Hours - mordecai heller

Snuggle Struggles - rocky rickaby, calvin mcmurray, ivy pepper

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Shut-Eye - rocky rickaby, calvin mcmurray, ivy pepper

Shut-Eye² - nicodeme + serafine savoy, mordecai heller, mitzi may

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Lacka-Lacy² - lacy hardt

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Secret Santa - shohoku starting five + kogure, haruko, ayako

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itsalongwaytotipperary · 15 days

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WIP Guessing Game: "sea" and/or "please" and/or "sorrow" and/or "night"? please and thank you!

for 'sea': The breeze from the sea caresses his cheek gently and the gravel crunches beneath his feet.

-From the siren!Ramiro x Ángel fic i've been working on for... months. This is definitely going to be (if i ever finish it haha) the most sea-intensive fic i've ever written

for 'please': “Please, Ramiro. I can’t stay here any more. I need to leave. We need to leave. Now.”

-This one's from the Ramiro character study fic i'm actively working on and hoping to get done sometime in the next couple months! Since the sentence with 'please' in it was really short, I decided to just put in the entire line of dialogue so it would make more sense. (also, if this dialogue sounds a little clunky and stilted, it's because I had to translate it from the original Spanish I wrote it in, so it might sound a little weird)

for 'sorrow': (I chose two excerpts from two different fics for this)

He wants to erase all the pain, the sorrow that Ángel bears. -Also from the Ramiro character study fic

“You have your own sorrows- don’t add me to your burdens.” -From the 1899 fantasy au that is going to take literal years to write. currently working on book one of three, just for perspective

for 'night': (night is something I find myself writing about quite often, so I picked three excerpts, each conveniently from the povs of my three favourite characters)

The night in this seaside town is different, somehow, perfumed with a strange, enticing fragrance that Ángel can’t seem to name. -One more from the siren!Ramiro x Ángel au!

In the dark of night, just before dawn breaks upon the hills and through the heavy curtains of Ángel’s bedroom, Ramiro makes sure to leave a kiss upon his lover’s forehead before leaving him once more. -Yet another excerpt from the Ramiro character study fic (I'm really trying to finish it)

On sleepless nights, when Krester wakes in a cold sweat, he feels a pain in his chest and wonders whether all the lies and secrets are finally crushing him to death beneath their weight. -This one's from the next chapter of Selcouth, which is mostly done, I'm just focusing my attentions on the Ramiro character study fic at the moment

Thanks for your ask, friend! :D and sorry for rambling on about my fic for so long lol

#1899 #1899 netflix #writing stuff i guess #ángel 1899 #ramiro 1899 #krester #krester 1899

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piedpiperslists · 1 year

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JJK: Agent / Cop / Spy AU

List of all Jungkook fics under 'Agent / Cop / Spy' AU:

* ² - two shots s - contains smut

* Last updated: 10/09/2023

D R A B B L E S

Loose Ends by jjkeverlast s angst, assassin!Jungkook, assassin!reader Summary: There's always been a fine line between love and hate when it comes to Jeon Jungkook and you.

Pow by hamsterclaw s Batman au Summary: Your job is to keep Gotham city safe, but you spend more of your time keeping Catboy aka Jeon Jungkook out of trouble.

The one with Jungkook and the sharpshooter by eoieopda enemies to lovers Summary: You didn’t plan this far ahead. You should have.

O N E S H O T S

Afterburner by hamsterclaw s wc~8k / fighter pilot!Jungkook, fighter pilot!reader, coworkers au Summary: All Jungkook's ever wanted to do is fly, and he's damned good at it. Then you turn up, and get under his skin.

Covert Affairs by sunshinerainbowsbts s wc~4.3k / angst, spy!Jungkook, spy!reader, enemies au Summary: The five times you cross paths with legendary spy Jeon Jungkook.

Crosshairs by junghelioseok s wc~10.5k / secret agent au Summary: He’s never letting you out of his line of sight again.

Dark and Dangerous by whatifyoulivelikethat s wc~7.2k / blind!reader, hitman au Summary: You were the love of my life / The darkness, the light / This is a portrait of a tortured you and I / Is this the end?

Fortuity by yoontopia wc~7.7k / detective!Jungkook, detective!reader, childlhood friends to lovers Summary: When a case forces you to re-visit your hometown, you’re also forced to re-visit your past and one particular Jeon Jungkook, your childhood friend, and the man you’d fallen in love with – while he’d been been engaged to someone else.

OREOs… and Electroshock Couples Therapy by ladyartemesia wc~3.3k / police detective!Jungkook, police detective!reader, rivals to lovers, fake dating Summary: You and infuriating precinct playboy Jeon Jungkook go undercover to lure out a killer targeting engaged couples. Literally nothing goes according to plan…

Selcouth by 99liners s wc~7k / detective!reader, established relationship Summary: Jeongguk is your weeb boyfriend and you are the perfect weeb waifu but he doesn’t know yet how much of a badass girl boss you are. Basically, he turns into :o emoji.

Soft by hamsterclaw s wc~5.7k / cop!Jungkook, autopsy technician!reader Summary: Jungkook doesn't think of himself as being overly emotional. Why does everyone keep telling him he wears his heart on his sleeve?

Tag by hamsterclaw s wc~8.8k / graffiti artist!Jungkook, cop!reader, ex-FWB Summary: You met Jungkook years ago, when you were a rookie cop and he was brought in for defacing public property. Now he's an established artist, and a chance encounter brings you together.

Velvet Cherry by jeonqkooks s wc~5.9k / exes to lovers, agent au Summary: You can't find it in yourself to care about anything, not when he's looking at you like that. Like if you were to die, there's not a single part of him that would hesitate to follow.

* Young Spy by jeonstudios wc~11.6k / spy!Jungkook, mafia au Summary: Three down, many to go as bad men are meeting their deaths tonight. The brown-haired one, who’s next in line, has given up his fight. Will you make it in time?

T W O S H O T S / S E R I E S

Airplane, Pt. 2 by xjoonchildx s criminal!Jungkook, agent!reader Summary: Jungkook Jeon stole six million dollars. It’s your job to bring him home. But finding him – and keeping him in one place is not that simple. Then shit gets weird.

Criminal by hamsterclaw s criminal lawyer!Jungkook, police detective!reader Summary: You and your partner, Taehyung, are investigating the murder of a lawyer. Your investigation forces you to uncover truths that hit a little too close to home.

Empty Space ² by ahundredtimesover s police officer!Jungkook, ex-FWB Summary: It started as friendship, turned to a casual fuck, then ended in heartbreak. Turns out, he wasn’t who he said he was, and years later he enters your life again, forcing you to face all the emotions you’d been trying to bury. OR Officer Jeon looks really hot in his uniform and you wish you didn’t hate him as much as you do.

#jjk list #jungkook fic

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Noah and Pandora just chatting while Noah brushes Pandora's hair?

Sure! This is cute :>

From Black to White

On a strangely peaceful day for the pair, Noah decides to inquire about Pandora more.

(In which Pandora has a hard time explaining the most traumatic moment of her life and Noah is getting progressively better at braiding hair!)

Pandora sat on the bed cross legged. She was reading a rather large book, she’d occasionally read it to him when he was struggling to shoo away his nightmares, but he was always too tired to remember any of the details. She always had her nose in a book whenever she had free time, definitely wasn’t a talkative person by any means. Although, Noah figured that he spoke enough for both of them.

He’s laying down on the bed behind Pandora, he was bored, but didn’t have much better to do than to stare at the ceiling. And he wasn’t really in the mood to go find some cheap scum harassing women or stealing and kill them. Looking over at Pandora, he gets an idea.

Pandora, unusually, had her hair down and out of a ponytail or bun. It was a lot longer than he thought it was, to be honest he didn’t know how long he thought it was. He’d been messing with it and thinking for a little bit. But there was always a question that gnawed at him, ever since he’s been around more people and gotten accustomed to society. Pandora would always get comments on her hair, people would straight up avoid her simply because of her hair color.

“Hey Pan?”

She turns the page of the book, “Hm?”

“I have a question.”

“Ask away.”

“You don’t have to answer this if this is weird, but… why is your hair white?”

She stops reading and turns to look at him, looking slightly unsettled by the question. Pandora thinks for a second before sighing.

“I suppose I told Ambrose and Constance, it would only be fair to tell you…”

“As I said, you don’t have to if it makes you uncomfortable.”

“No… I should get used to telling this story anyways.”

She proceeds to put a bookmark into the book she’s reading, closing it and setting it on the bedside table, she refuses to face Noah. He watches her closely, from what he’s learned about people, he knows she’s uncomfortable. Playing with her hair, looking away, she clearly didn’t want to talk about it but she was insistent that she should.

Organic people are weird.

He sits up and decides to start braiding her hair, undoing and redoing it.

“I guess I should get the big thing out of the way. I… um. I died once.” She admits

He stares in shock, “Like, the full thing? Heart stopping, going to neverwhere, all that?”

“Yep…”

“Then how are you…”

“I’m going to tell you a family secret, so don’t tell anyone this. But, you know the god of death?”

“Yeah. I’ve heard legends of him, my mom would brag about spiting him.”

“Your mom seems to like to brag about a lot of things…”

“Ugh yeah. Anyways, what about him?”

“I know his name. It’s not a curse to say it like so many of the people of Selcouth say it is, but it does catch his attention if you do because it’s very hard to ever find out what it is. Anyways… his name is Maveth.”

“Do… you know him?”

“Kind of. I didn’t know him before my death but I’d been told tons of stories about him. The thing is… the De La Dáinn family are the descendants of the god of death. I’m sure you’ve heard the stories of how he obtained godhood?��

“Yeah…”

“Well after he obtained godhood, and was a weak god, his former wife ended up having his son. Whom was immortal due to his father’s godhood. My great great… however many great’s, grandfather is a demigod, and he would go on to have a family of his own, until eventually…”

“We get to you and your family.”

“Exactly.”

“So what’s that have to do with the hair color and you dying?”

“I’ll get to that, but you’ll need context to understand everything.”

“Okay…?”

“I’m sure that Constance and Ambrose have told you about Lazarus and the Lockwoods, do you know anything about their connection to me?”

“Yeah, Ambrose told me, said he wanted to be the one to say it because he knew it hurts you to talk about it. And… I’m sorry about your grandparents, aunts, and uncles…”

“…Thank you, now this next part you won’t like in the slightest bit…”

“Why?”

“Because it involves your mom.”

“What.”

“I know… Lazarus has always had it out for my family after my father sent some of the best adventurers out to go kill his, Constance’s, and Ambrose’s parents. From what I heard from Constance, Lazarus wanted to get back at my family for what they did, and thus, he hired your mom.”

“…She didn’t. Please tell me she didn’t.”

“…She kidnapped me and shot me through the head…”

Noah froze completely, that was once again another person she’d hurt, but this time it was someone he cared about. This time it was someone who he knew entirely didn’t deserve it. He guessed he should have to think more about how to kill her.

Wait.

“I saw a girl get shot by mom once… what color was your hair before she did that?”

“…Black?”

“…”

“You don’t think you—“

“No. I know I witnessed it.”

“I-I’m so sorry Noah—“

“Why are you apologizing? It’s not your fault you got shot, you were 14 when it happened.”

“…”

“So… what happened afterwards?”

“They dumped my body in front of my house. Meanwhile, I woke up in the neverwhere, face to face with Maveth. He seemed… sad, when he saw me. He knew who I was instantly. But of course, me being 14, I didn’t know who he was to me, I’d only heard the legends. Before he could say anything I… literally dropped to my knees and begged him to give me a second chance, another chance to find my brother, to find my place in the world, to live my life in its entirety… he very carefully lifted my head so that I could look at him and he nodded at me. He agreed to let me have another chance, but he needed something in return. I was ready for anything, and so I said yes. He told me that if I agreed to this, that I’d have to become his champion after he revives me, and that the next time I die would have to be permanent. I agreed…”

“So you’re the champion of death…”

“Signed the contract and everything…”

“Wow. Do you… know what you’re doing?”

“Not really… that’s part of the reason I’ve been reading all these books, having us travel from place to place. I’m trying to find where the other champions are, to see if I can ask for their guidance. Or… maybe I could try to find the old champion of death…”

“…Maybe you could try finding one of the old champion’s commonly visited places? Or temples? I figure Maveth probably wants you to walk this journey by yourself with a little help only from the champions, not so much him.”

“Maybe…”

“Or… maybe it’s up to you to decide what to do as champion. Maybe it’s up to you to decide what kind of champion you are, good or evil. I guess what I mean is, maybe being champion is just enforcing your beliefs and morals, along with Maveth’s beliefs and morals, in Maveth’s name. You could just need to be you.”

“…How do I know if I’m a good champion though.”

“Well, here’s how I see it. You’re going to have a lot of people who hate you. But you still need people to like you if you want to work with them. So, prove that you’re a good person to the majority and worry less about the ones who won’t believe in you no matter what you do. I don’t think this is about being a “good champion”, I think this is about embodying what you believe in while still speaking in Maveth’s name and beliefs. I think you just need to be true to you and Maveth.”

“…Okay…”

He finishes braiding her hair and ties it off with a hair tie.

“Oh! Look at that, you’re getting better.” Pandora smiles at him

He smiles back “Thanks.”

#Pandora de la dáinn #Noah ripper #alchemy brews #oc #original oc #original character

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Hiii can I ask for meriggiare / selcouth, whichever you vibe with, cody/fox 💥

hi!!! i went with selcouth ("unfamiliar, rare, strange, and yet wonderful"), kind of.

force sensitive!fox, past codyfox. 990w, G. takes place during the war, and it's mostly canon compliant (thorn's dead :()

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Cody stops right inside the speeder bay and frowns, looking all around himself, a thoughtful expression on his face. Fox watches him noticing the empty space on the tarmac floor, the nondescript lockboxes on the shelves to the sides, the cracked lumas on the ceiling and the old dark stains in the corner.

The room’s cold and damp, but the door locks, and the walls are thick, and the number of people who know it exists can be counted with the fingers of one hand.

Thorn was the one to find it in the first place, how or when secrets he took to his grave. He shared the passcode with Fox and Thire and Fox knows htat if he uses the keycard Thorn left him in one of those lockboxes he’ll find—he’ll find clothes, maybe. Clothes and sweets and glimmik records and credit sticks and commcodes and Prime knows what else.

Fox shakes himself. He focuses back on Cody—Cody, who’s tired and alert and more than a bit suspicious. It’s been a while since the last time they talked, even longer since they last saw each other. 79s, last year. He was on leave, Fox was working.

Cody feels like he always has: sharp and steady, like one of the predators that prowl the Kaminoan deeps, fast and invisible and quietly formidable. He’s happy to see Fox, despite it all, glad to see him well, and him being there at all is an enormous show of—of trust. Of faith. One Fox thought he might not deserve anymore.

Fox makes sure the door’s locked and sighs before reaching out to take off his bucket. Cody’s wearing his dress greys—he’s in the Senate building for work, and his discomfort is a well of fury and frustration he is very good at keeping off his own face.

He never shields when he’s among brothers. Fox has felt the way his mind goes tight and distant the moment he steps in a room with a Jedi, thoughts muffled like they’re coming from the other side of a closed door.

He isn’t shielding now, but it isn’t trust: it’s ignorance.

“I have to show you something,” he says. He licks his lips, and doesn’t miss the way Cody’s attention sharpens, grows heavier, dense, like the molten heart of the planet under their feet.

Cody blinks. He folds his arms and tilts his head and says nothing. He missed a spot shaving, and the harsh white light of the lumas won’t let Fox ignore it. He swallows carefully and leaves his bucket on the shelf to his right before closing his eyes and reaching out with his mind.

Cody’s sidearm hits his right palm with a smack. Shock spikes, followed by fear, wonder, calculation; Cody closes the door and Fox opens his eyes and blinks black spots from his vision. He sways slightly and swallows down bile, the deecee heavy and cold in his right hand, and can’t make himself turn away when Cody steps closer and takes the weapon from him, his free hand warm and dry on Fox’s face, on his forehead.

It’s been a while since they touched each other—it’s been a while since anyone touched Fox. He closes his eyes again and breathes in Cody’s familiar scent. Cody sighs. He’s tucked away the panic and what’s left is just—Fox can’t tell.

Cody won’t let him.

Fox’s getting better, but moving something as small as a DC-17 hand blaster still takes a lot out of him. He lets Cody pull him down and against the wall and sits there, his brother at his side, his eyes still closed. He takes off his gloves and lets them drop between his bent legs and reaches for Cody blindly—when Fox finds Cody’s hand, Cody doesn’t pull away.

“Since when?” Cody asks quietly.

Fox shrugs. He doesn’t know. Always, probably.

Cody hums. He files that away. “Why now?”

Fox blinks his eyes open. He lets his head drop on Cody’s shoulder and distractedly rubs his cheek on the rough fabric of his jacket. This could be five years ago, back home, hiding from Seventeen in one of the storage rooms.

“I’m scared,” he rasps. He feels Cody shift and stiffen, but he doesn’t pull away. He doesn’t ask—not yet. He will. And when he does, Fox will be ready.

He’s not ready yet.

But the dreams are getting worse.

“Why me?”

Fox leans away and turns to look at Cody head on. Cody’s already looking at him, eyes thoughtful. Fox can’t read him, and he doesn’t think Cody wants him to try.

“Bly’s away,” he answers honestly. Cody blinks, snorts. He’s hurt but he’s not angry. Fox licks his lips. “And I trust you.”

They’re still holding hands. Cody’s fingers tighten around Fox’s before he forces himself to let go, but he didn’t expect that. Dark eyes wide, mouth half-open, face slack and mind unguarded, a blip of unrestrained emotion that fills the room, louder than life itself.

The small, unused speeder bay is a memorial to Fox’s dead best friend, the only grave Thorn will ever have. He’s been avoiding it for months, since Thorn left for Scipio.

He finds himself grieving something else, something he never thought to expect: the boys he and Cody used to be. Their friendship and the trust and the intimacy and everything else.

Cody clears his throat and looks away. When Fox lies his head back down on his shoulder he sighs. He can’t be comfortable—Fox’s pauldron is digging into the meat of his arm—but he doesn’t move away. He shifts and throws an arm over Fox’s shoulders, warm hand tucking itself under his chin, against the scar on his throat, and he stays.

He stays and he thinks and he plans, and Fox closes his eyes and follows the swell and ebb of his thoughts from the other side of the door.

#codyfox #commander fox #commander cody #cloneshipping #maría writes #palabros prompt list

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"Another mandalorian, bright like the stars. A soldier, one with a familiar face, who’s learned how to not yield. A Jedi padawan, one of the balance points. A would-be Sith, burning with the desire to be more."

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WIP Ask Game

Rules: Post the titles of your current works in progress. If someone sends you an ask with one of those titles, explain the concept or post a snippet!

tagged by @willowcrowned sorry for waiting like a month to do this, my only excuse is brain bad

also most of these don’t have titles yet rip

Jedi Shmi AU (of course)

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was really excited to get back into the writing swing of things and then realized that the place I left off was not, in fact, in the middle of a scene, but in the middle of having to edit two scenes together, which I hate doing.

so rip that impulse

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Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Shmi Skywalker, Slick (Star Wars), Original Clone Trooper Character(s), Dooku (Star Wars), Qui-Gon Jinn, Bo-Katan Kryze, Beru Whitesun, Komari Vosa Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Jedi Shmi Skywalker, Flashbacks, Interrogation, Secret Identities, Betrayal, Prophetic Dreams Series: Part 15 of Jedi Shmi AU Summary:

Death, yet the Force. Soon, everything will be revealed. What is the price of the truth? What is the cost of the lie?

Chapter 2 is up!

Two Mandalorians, two directions.

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My #1 post of 2022

28. noceur & 29. selcouth; sith shmi and sith qui gon

noceur - one who stays up late

selcouth - unfamiliar, rare, strange, and yet wonderful

(prompt list)

Qui-Gon finds her outside, late at night, the day before their plan will go into effect. He doesn't say anything like shouldn't you be sleeping or won't you be tired tomorrow morning because he's not a complete idiot, but he does have to ask – "What are you doing?"

Lady Searah hums. "Practicing. It's been over a decade since I could touch the Force well enough for something like this. The better a grip I can get tonight, the less I'll have to worry about tomorrow." Her eyes flash towards his, bright and burning in a way they hadn't been before he'd removed the binding keeping her from touching the Force. "Watch. You might find this interesting."

Oh, might I, Qui-Gon thinks, but holds his tongue. The Force has guided him here, to exactly the kind of teacher he'd wanted, and placed him in position to do her a favor. The message is clear enough.

Sand swirls around, carried by more than just the cold nighttime wind. It collects together, swirls and eddies, wrapping around the two of them like a netted kaleidoscope.

Because he can't help himself, Qui-Gon reaches out and touches–

And yanks his hand back, biting off a curse. Flecks of blood drip down from his fingers, before he grimaces and pulls out a cloth to wipe them on. "You could have warned me," he grumbles.

Lady Searah laughs. "I'd have to warn you every time you saw it, if I'd done that. But now you've learned a lesson, haven't you? Think before you touch. Anything can be deadly, if you use it right."

He glares at her. She's right, damn it. "And how will this be useful tomorrow? If we're robbing Gardulla's treasury, we'll want to be stealthy. Not leaving sandblasted corpses everywhere we go."

The sand in the air twists, reaches inwards, closer and closer to Qui-Gon. A small tendril curls its way towards his face, and he refuses to flinch away, feeds his rage and fury. He on the Dark Side and goes to push away the sand, but – there's nothing to push on, and the tiny particles escape his grasp, continue on, scratch the lightest brush against his cheek. Not even enough to draw blood.

"Fine control," Lady Searah says, and raises her eyebrows. "Which you'll need to practice quite a bit, before you can manage this trick. Tomorrow I'll be taking the lead on this infiltration. You will follow my orders, and if you feel the need to deviate from the plan, you'll explain your reasoning to me beforehand. Do you understand?"

Qui-Gon grits his teeth. He wants to protest, but the swirling sand around them... he wonders how she's doing it. She can't be managing each individual grain of sand, not with so many of them; yet the complexity of the patterns, the way it drifts together and apart, always in motion, has such strange elegance to it, like a flock of birds or a colliding galaxy.

"I understand," he says.

"Good," she says. "Now go get some sleep. You'll want to be well-rested for tomorrow, Apprentice."

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thecityofselcouth · 2 years

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Collins eyed James before she climbed into the saddle. His indifference towards her attitude, the way he’d acted so severe when the brunette acknowledged him- it only cemented the idea in her head that whatever he’d been up to the night before had to deal with her. None of the other people, except the one blonde guy, had paid them any mind enough for her to notice. And, looking back, she was pretty sure the man had only been eyeing June.

She chewed on her lip a moment before looking down at Al. Lord, there was no point in making his job hard. There were plenty of moments where she could get back at James, and making a scene also embarrassed herself. Even if the idea had crossed her mind to “fall” off the horse. Pushing it back, she grabbed up the reins in the way she’d seen people at the rodeo do.

“I haven’t, actually. They’ve always kind of scared me,” she said, shrugging her shoulders. “I used to watch rodeos when I was little though. My mama never had enough money to let me do it.” Because she was too deep in my hospital bills, she thought, but that didn’t really need to be added. Collins patted the horses neck. She’d only started to go the rodeos after her overdose to make her mom think she was invested in some sort of hobby, and then ended up kind of enjoying it.

Danny got strawberry, the truly underrated ice cream flavor, and took a seat next to Fume. He knew the normal thing to do was sit across from her but the idea of having to look her in the eyes didn’t sound so safe to him at the moment. He used one of the tiny wooden spoons to dig his ice cream out of the bowl- cones were far too messy- and let it cool him off.

“If it was better than our’s, I wouldn’t be the top ice cream shop in Selcouth,” He mused, turning to eye her finally. Danny tried to ignore the way she licked the ice cream. It was one of those things that no matter how a girl did it, if he was attracted to her, it drove him mad.

Scooping up a rather large bite of strawberry for the punish spoon he held, Danny shoved it in his mouth and slouched a little in his seat. This was torture.

And yet, things always seemed to get worse. Danny had purposely not mentioned the fair to Ashley. She had a small habit of overstepping the “I’m your boss and we’re supposed to keep the fact that we fuck a secret” rule when he was out alone, but she hadn’t yet come up to him when he was with another girl. Danny looked between her and Fume. The fact that Ashley was jealous, clear as day to someone who knew her, did surprise Danny. He never understood why girls got jealous when he was choking them and not someone else.

When Fume’s last words ground out next to him, Danny finally set his spoon down. This was ridiculous. “Hi, Ashely. And Sa- I’m so sorry, but it’d be even more rude of me to pretend I know your name and get it wrong,” he said, giving a half smile to the girl next to Ashley. When she just stared at him, he shrugged. Danny knew it wasn’t one of his employees, and he had seen her a few times, but Ashley’s personal life didn’t interest him beyond making sure her kids were taken care of.

“Sabine,” the girl bit out, but smartly keeping her eyes on him rather than float back to Fume. Almost on pure instinct, and not really thinking, he reached down as if he were wiping his hands on his things and rested one on Fume’s leg for a moment. He brought them back up and rested his chin on closed fists.

“Right, Sabine. The store is closed today, so don’t you think the Lane’s team has a little right to get out and celebrate, Ash?” Danny asked, raising his brow. He was begging her to see how close she was pushing things right now, especially shortening her name- which he never did. It was improper. After a few tense moments, and her friend daring another quick glance at Fume, Ashley finally smiled and waved her hand.

“Of course,” she leaned across the bench and squeezed Danny’s shoulders. “Probably a good thing to get to know our newest employee better. Sabine and I have somewhere to be, so, we’ll leave you to it.” Ashely ruffled- yes, it really looked like she ruffled her chest in his face before she grabbed Sabine’s arm and turned away. Danny looked after her with his mouth slightly open. He had never seen her so brazen around him when he’d been out any other time.

“This weather is making people crazy,” Danny finally muttered, shaking his head and going back to his ice cream.

Max pressed a kiss to Ally’s forehead in the line as they moved forward, smiling along with her height joke. He was actually surprised he wasn’t considered too tall since it was a small fair ride and not the typical large coasters one saw in an amusement park.

He was, however, impressed with the list of rules one had to follow in order to get on it. It made him question the ride’s safety a little until Ally spoke up, cutting off the operator. Max furrowed his brows and then followed her a second later. He wasn’t exactly surprised she needed to use the restroom, he had pushed her to drink plenty of water before they were going to be out in the heat all day.

When she didn’t immediately search for one though, he crossed his arms. It was rare that frustration was ever a word to describe how he felt towards Ally now. But Max was bordering on it. “I thought you needed to use the restroom, mi amore,” he said, raising one eyebrow. There was no way he would push the issue now, but he was going to have to sit down with her once they returned home. “But after you do, si, I will grab some food with you.” He stood and watched her, seeing if yet another excuse would come out.

Olly watched Noah, his alarm increasing. His Noah wasn't frantic. Thoughts flew around in his head about why she might be. Jealousy crossed his mind and then immediately left. Despite his blurred lines on how he felt about her, he knew that he was just her best friend. That was all.

She was worried for him though, for some reason, and it didn't really matter why. Olly finally nodded his head. He trusted her opinion, and he didn't have any plans to he around Collins or the other man anyway.

"Raw eggs," Olly said. "He probably eats raw eggs for breakfast." With a small, desperately trying not to be tight smile, he reached out and ran his hand down her arm.

"You don't have to worry about me, I plan on avoiding her. This is the first time in months I've not had a headache. Is- is it drugs?" He asked, almost as an after thought. Olly had never indulged Collins past to Noah, but that was the only thing he could imagine causing such a fuss.

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