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hwallazia · 23 days

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SOOTHE ME, SUGAR

pairing: choi san x fem!reader

word count: 1,5k

tags: fluff, fluff, and fluff (you’ve been warned), comfort, slice of life, bf!san, non idol!au, blood (since we're talking abt menstruation), nicknames (princess, love, sannie, darling, sweetheart), very relatable (ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ) so, enjoy

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synopsis: just a small scenario of how I imagine San pampering his girlfriend when it’s that time of the month for her.

| a/n: lowercase is intentional! (wrote it at 1:00am, half asleep (⁠｡⁠ŏ⁠﹏⁠ŏ⁠))

| song rec: ocean eyes — billie eilish, love songs — kaash paige, sparks — coldplay

“sannieee”

you moaned from your bed, wrapped in the sheets like a burrito, your knees knocking against your chest in search of some kind of relief. your belly generated pressure throughout your lower area that became more unbearable as the minutes passed, which seemed to be hours. fortunately, san knows how to act in the most docile way in these cases.

as soon as you finished college, you and san decided to live together without having the slightest idea of how challenging, exciting, and companionable that process would be. both of you, although you were in a relationship before living together, had to know, respect, and get used to each other’s home habits, since it would be something you would live with for a long time.

it was somewhat difficult to understand san’s attitudes, which varied depending on his momentary needs, how tired he was, and other factors that affected his behavior in the apartment. but with a lot of patience and love, you managed to understand at least the basics of what you should know about the topic: “choi san and home.” the path you had to take to know the person “choi san” in its entirety was a long one and one that you were willing to walk until the end of your days if necessary.

there was no shortage of discussions; there were many that were needed to be able to understand aspects of both him and you. when faced with an argument, san, first of all, would dedicate himself to listening to what you have to say, he would pay all of his attention to listening to your sentimental and very expressive arguments. once you’re done, he’d continue saying his and finally give a solution to the problem that divides you and wait for your excellent approval.

despite being very understanding and collected in discussions, san hates them with all his being; although he’s a tall man with a strong body, his heart is still soft and as delicate as glass. he hates that a simple disagreement of opinions causes a division with you, the person he loves the most, respects, and for whom he would give his life.

but he knows how to suppress his discontent very well in the face of absurd discussions for which you don’t speak to each other for hours, and even absurder when it’s that time of the month for you. he knows how much your feelings are weakened, how sore you feel throughout that week, in which your need for attention and affection doubles up.

san remembers with affection and laughs that month in which he found you crying in your bed, wrapped in his blankets scented with his essence, because the stuffed animal that you had given him, shiber, had fallen off the bed and, he quotes, “he looked at me very sadly from the ground” and he felt his heart skip a few beats inside his ribcage when a pout formed on your lips at how funny he found the situation. you never seemed so cute to him as you did at that moment.

and the moment san hears your voice whine his name from his room, the mental image was projected in his head without him asking for it or thinking deeply: “you, covered in dark blankets up to your nose with an exaggerated amount of pillows giving you comfort staring at him with pleading eyes as soon as he entered the room.” he couldn’t help but smile fondly.

“coming, love” he says, a few steps away from the room. thanks to his long legs, with four steps he gets there immediately, gently and respectfully hitting his knuckles against the dark oak door. the muffled ‘come innn’ you say with little strength was the permission he needed to turn the handle.

a sweet hum coming from san echoes through the room as he finds you under the exact same conditions that his mind, infected with you, had outlined. he doesn’t wait for you to say another word and he sits on the edge of the bed, watching you with so much love that he could never express verbally.

“how are you feeling?” he simply asks, without being so insistent or trying to bombard you with questions, thus avoiding causing you any annoyance. you have enough of what you were dealing with now.

“awful. the pressure down there has become unbearable, and now i don’t feel my legs.” you stopped for a moment to analyze your reality and the poor physical condition you were in. “i feel dizzy, kind of hungry and numb. but not like emotionally numb, because i wanna cry so badly but i can’t get anything out of my eyes.”

your hands go up to your eyes, under the sheets, covering them in frustration. “fuck, i hate this so much.”

san finally starts talking, soothing you with his honey-dripping voice. “shh, princess. one breath at a time. come on” he brings his palms, which were facing the ceiling, and rests them on your stomach, implicitly indicating that you hold his hands.

breath in and out, in and out. you stay like that for about thirty seconds, maintaining eye contact, his eyes conveying nothing but love and comfort to you. “thaat’s it. perfect.” he praises you, givinf you the purest smile known to men, which does nothing but wrinkle your heart a little with tenderness.

“do you still have enough sanitary napkins and tampons?”

you appreciate and appreciated, from the first beginning, in which san became excellently familiar with all the technical vocabulary characteristic of this week that was so painful for both you and san. “no, but-”

he interrupts you and asks again “you want me to go get you some more in the supermarket? maybe some chocolate as well?” it seemed so sweet to you how generous and helpful he was to you when this time of the month came around.

“not really.” you pause briefly, squinting your eyes in search of the perfect plan that would calm, at least for a few hours, your impressive menstrual pain. until the right idea hits your head. “honestly, i just wanna cuddle here, with you.”

another sugary hum is audible. “if that’s what my princess wants, then that’s what she gets.” he sentences as if he was a soldier of a castle in which you are the queen of the “choi san’s heart” kingdom and san is nothing more than your faithful and most beloved servant. he leans towards you to place a fond kiss on your warm forehead, saturated with pain.

you shift in place, moving to the right so that san joins you from the left. ss soon as both of you are already warmly covered by the sheets, smeared with the smell of floral essences, your hand is quick to locate the remote control, pointing it in front of you to turn on the television and immediately go to the netflix app.

while your fingers insistently press the control buttons in search of a movie that meets the common cinematographic interests of both of you, san’s hand is agile in sneaking into your shirt —well, san’s— and cupping your waist in his palm, his fingers tracing scribbles on your skin, calming the pain, the tension and your mind. the magic that san has between his fingers and how they affect you is a divine mystery that would require his own science and study method.

“sannie” you pronounce his name in his faint whisper, disconnecting your eyes from the big screen to focus on the perfect face of your perfect boyfriend, totally forgeting the movie and focusing in your boyfriend’s ethereal details.

“yes, darling?” he drones, looking at you adoringly. he truly couldn’t believe how you, an angel fallen from heaven, could be his and only his. and that you decide to stay by his side until the end of your days was the most genuine and beautiful demonstration that any lover has ever given him. definitely, you are different and san would risk it all for you. of course he would.

“thanks for everything. for understanding me and being able to be that mountain on which i can rest when i’m exhausted.” you say, truly meaning every single one of your words. “thank you for being you and for choosing me.”

san’s heart is reciting all the existing love songs to yours. his heart is yours and yours alone, giving itself fully to your love, and yours is the sun that warms his soul, casting golden rays of affection that dance across the canvas of his heart, painting it in hues of devotion.

“no, princess, you have nothing to thank me for.” he stops for a moment. “i’m the one who should thank you; for allowing me to be your boyfriend and please you, for being so patient with me. i know that i’m not an easy person to understand, and the fact that you voluntarily decide to stay here with me only makes me fall in love with you even more; even when i think i can’t love you more than i already do.” san confesses and, in just a matter of seconds, he manages to observe in close-up how in your precious irises tears start to well up in your eyes, causing him to let out a soft giggle, finding it cute. “why are you crying, sweetheart?”

you sniffed. “because you’re just too sweet to me and it makes me emotional. you really are the best boyfriend in the world, choi san.”

“oh baby.” he hugged your anatomy between his strong arms as he laughed softly, giving you a warmth and security unique in the world. “i love you, yn. “so much.”

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gretavanlace · 5 months

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Sugar II (part 6)

Jake Kiszka x reader

18+ only! Minors do not interact!

Warnings: graphic sexual content, illusions to cheating, illusions to oral sex (f rec), language, dirty talk, mutual masturbation, phone sex, etc

Your phone is lying on your chest when it begins to vibrate. Pretend you weren’t waiting for it all you want, your self-deception is laughable even to you. But isn’t that what you’ve become? A miserable joke who spurns the truth with a smile on her face and untruths in her heart.

Lying to ourselves is more deeply ingrained than lying to others, Dostoevsky once said. Wise and brilliant, he was. He also loved someone he shouldn’t have too deeply to let them go.

He is beside you, arm draped across your middle, forehead tucked against your shoulder…so placid and secure in his place next to your wandering mind. So blissfully unaware and peaceful as he dreams of things you don’t care enough to wonder about. But hasn’t he always been? Unaware, that is? He has lived in the dark, oblivious to the fact that he has never truly cradled your heart in his hands.

You are a wicked, black-souled creature, and no one knows that better than yourself. He doesn’t deserve this, and he never did.

Maybe you shouldn’t answer. Maybe. But you will, and you do.

Slipping out of bed like a phantom, you move through the house on silent toes, creeping along until you’re folded into the chair in the far corner of the living room.

“What took you so long?’ His voice drifts out, lazy and quiet, “Hiding from Mr. Wonderful again, are we?”

“You have to stop calling me like this.” You’re quiet, but not like him. Your quiet stems from deceit, and some inexplicable fear of what? Getting caught on the phone? And that’s all this is, right? Just a conversation with an old friend? There’s that self-deception again.

“Stop answering, then.” He counters coolly. Unbothered and wholly aware that that won’t be happening.

“How was the show?” You ask, rather than comment on the ridiculous confidence laced through his tone like sex on his tongue.

“Good.” He sighs, and you can picture his flippant, nearly shy shrug so clearly it grips your heart tightly for a breath. “I may have had a whiskey or three too many. May have tripped. May have fallen. May not have been very rock and roll.”

Your soft giggle tightens his heart just the same, but he doesn’t tell you that. “Did you play through?”

“Of course I played through,” He scoffs with feigned offense. “Who’re you talkin’ to?”

“Then I think that’s very rock and roll, Jake.” The smile won’t leave your voice. “Besides, you misjudged those stairs, don’t blame the whiskey. You should wear your fucking glasses.”

“Oh!” Now he sounds incredibly pleased with himself, dragging the word out like the cat who ate the canary, “Sounds like my sugar caught the show…”

“I may have popped in to peek at a livestream.” You concede, curling down into the chair to get comfy.

“Groupie.”

Pulling the throw off the back, you sling it over your bare legs and shake your head at his nonsense “Miss my Sammy, that’s all.”

“Fuck you.” He laughs.

“Fuck you, too.” You toss right back, but you both hear the love hidden behind those terrible words.

“You miss my stupid kid brother so much, why don’t you come and see him? I could have you on a plane tonight. How long would it take you to get to the airport?” There’s a sincerity in his offer that makes you long to pack a bag and go.

“Jake…”

“Should I send a car, or do you think Mr. Wonderful would mind driving my girl?”

Little shit.

“Stop calling him that.” You scold with little conviction.

“What should I call him then, baby? Since you won’t tell me his name…”

Fighting to sound steadfast, you square your shoulders and issue a warning you don’t feel a drop of in your bones “I’m gonna hang up.”

“Liar.” There’s that gentle laugh of his that echoes through your mind all hours of your lonely days. “What did you do today, sugar? Tell me.”

“Um,” you pick at the blanket absently and search back through the monotony. “I had a work thing. Then I went to the supermarket. Saw a movie. I smuggled a bottle of water inside in my purse like a criminal.”

“I should alert the authorities, but they’ve probably already got your wires tapped.” He’s teasing, but he suddenly sounds so sad. “Did you go to the movies with him?”

You hesitate, which tells him everything without a word.

“Damn,” he’s so quiet now. “I hate that, sweetheart. I hate that so fucking much.”

It makes no sense, he knows you’ve just crawled out of the bed you share with him, he knows that a ring rests on your finger right now - he knows. So why does he sound so broken-hearted? Why this?

“You just go around doing stuff with him, you know?” He clarifies as though he’s heard your unasked question. “Simple little things. The movies. The market. Dinner with your friends. Bookstores. We never really got to do those things together.”

It surprises you, though you aren’t sure why…he’s always been this way, soft and romantic about the strangest things. “You’d want to go to the grocery store with me?”

He laughs as you verbally poke at him to lighten the mood. “I’d go anywhere with you.”

“That’s good. Because I loathe going to the gynecologists alone. Care to attend my Pap smear, Jakey?”

He laughs again, but this time, it’s halting and loud… your favorite of all his laughs, “Absolutely, I do. I’ll steal the stirrups and take them home to use later. The doctor will see you now, sugar.”

You’re laughing now too, likely a bit too loudly “You’re so fucking weird. I feel like I’m talking to Josh.”

“Spending too damn much time with him lately.” He offers by way of excuse, “his shit is rubbing off on me. The other day I briefly considered a perm.”

Your laughter trails off with matching sighs, “I should go.” You say it, but you don’t want it.

“No, you shouldn’t.” He argues quietly, and with a strange tone…he’s fighting something.

“What is it?” You press delicately.

“I just,” he pauses, collecting his thoughts before pouring them out to you. “I just thought you’d be back by now…but you’re still there, with him. And I’m still here.”

“Jake,”

He doesn’t allow for you to finish whatever it was you were about to say that he doesn’t care to hear. “Hush, baby…I know. Do you miss me?”

“Yeah,” you secret into the phone, stealing a glance down the hall. “I miss you very much.”

“Good.” He has quieted to match your whisper. “How much do you miss me? More than Sam?”

“Yeah, I miss you more than Sam,” you see? This is why you’re a bad fucking person. “But like I said, I should go.”

“Why?” There’s that terrible, beautiful rasp again, the one that fails to belie how hard for you he likely already is. “Because you’re afraid you’re going to slide your hands into your pretty panties for me just like you did last night, and the night before, and the night before that?”

It’s a knee jerk reaction that you can’t explain when your finger jabs at your phone to end the call.

He calls back right away, and right away, you answer.

“That wasn’t very nice.” He taunts into the phone with a grin dripping from his accusation. “Don’t you dare hang up on me. Have you forgotten your manners, little girl?”

“Can’t we ever just talk?” You’re struggling to remain on solid ground, but for what? You want nothing more than to sink into him. “Do you ever think about anything else?”

“Other than what?” He counters. “Other than fucking you? Yes, as a matter of fact I do. I think about loving you, and lying beside you like that fuck gets to do. Taking care of you, making you laugh, cooking for you, and drawing you baths, and going to the goddamn movies to watch you smuggle in bottles of water, but you won’t let me have any of that, will you, sugar?”

“I—“ you’re shocked into silence.

“Right.” He agrees, as if you’ve said something poignant. “So forgive me if I indulge where you see fit to allow.”

“Jake, this isn’t right…” oh, don’t you sound righteous? “It has to stop.”

“Isn’t right for who?” He is rife with condescension, “For him? Ask me if I give a fuck about him. Not to ruin the surprise, pretty girl, but I don’t. And maybe you do a little, maybe you do even more than that. Maybe you care more than I’d ever want to know, but you’ll never care enough for it to matter more than you and I.”

No one has ever seen you like Jake sees you…and it is both intoxicating and frightening.

“You want to hang up? Hang up. I won’t call you back tonight.” There’s an edge to his promise, but you know better than to believe it, and you’re thankful it's a lie.

“I don’t want to hang up.” You should want to…but you can’t imagine giving him up right now.

“I love you, sugar.” He breathes, and it’s the loveliest song you’ve ever heard. You want to close your eyes and drift away into it like a symphony. There are cellos and violins in those words, magic and pain more beautiful than anything else you’ve ever known.

“I love you, Jake.” You want him to feel those same things living and breathing inside your own words, but they feel so lacking.

“Do you know what I did this morning?” He questions. You can picture his face so perfectly, and you long to touch it, to simply run the back of your hand down his cheek.

“Hmm?” You hum, still lost in the daydream of being near enough to touch him, to soak in the warmth of his skin.

“I tuned the piano in our front room.”

You know right away that he means the house he visits in the corners of his mind, the place he keeps just for you.

Your gaze has drifted out the window. If you look hard enough, you can almost see the house in the distance, windows glowing golden with light and love “You did?”

“I did. You’re teaching the girls now. I wanted it to be perfect for the four of you.”

“I don’t know how to play the piano, Jakey.” You tease, staring harder still at the mirage of your make believe home.

“Yes, you do. I taught you. You took to it right away, and now you’re better than Sammy, even. You play like an angel. And sometimes, when the girls are asleep, we make love on it and scatter notes around the room in the night.”

Your hand finds its way into your panties all on its own, but it’s innocent somehow, gentle. “We make love on the piano?”

“We make love everywhere, sugar.” He hushes, “I’ve slipped inside of you against the maple tree in the backyard in the Autumn while it drops its leaves at our feet. I’ve nestled my face between your thighs on the porch because you like to watch in the moonlight. Bent you over the kitchen sink so you’ll forget about the dishes, in a closet or two when the girls were too busy to notice, in the dirt in the garden, everywhere.”

A soft moan you attempt to swallow escapes you as your fingers sweep, wet and warm, across your clit.

“What was that, sweetheart?” The smugness in his query is so loving you forget to be annoyed with it, “Are you touching yourself imagining all the places I’ve made you mine? All the places I’ve taken you and made you shake, over and over and over?”

“Tell me,” you beg, slipping your leg over the arm of the chair, opening yourself up for him, offering something he isn’t here to take. “Talk to me. Tell me.”

“That’s my girl,” are you imagining the sound of his zipper through his praise? “What do you want to hear? I’ll talk to you all night, sugar…talk to you forever. Until my voice gives out.”

“The porch,” Another brush against your aching clit, another airy moan you fail to quiet, “Tell me about on the porch.”

“Yeah? You want to hear all about how I lick your pretty pussy on the front porch until you’re dripping down my chin? Want me to tell you about how good you taste, and how sweet you sound when you whine and rock against my mouth?” His voice is like sandpaper smoothing out the frayed edges of your heart. And you most definitely heard his zipper.

“Jake, please…” you would give nearly anything for him to materialize in the room. To listen to his boots clip across the hardwood as he moves, closing in on you until you’re trembling with anticipation.

“Shh, sugar…” he clicks his tongue in mock sympathy, “We wouldn’t want to wake Mr. Wonderful. He doesn’t belong on this porch with us, does he?”

“Tell me.” Your demand falls short through another shaky sigh.

“It’s late, baby,” you can hear it now, the rhythmic, slick slide of his fist along his cock, “and we really should go inside and go to bed, but I can’t take my eyes off of you, you look so fucking stunning in the starlight. You’re curled up next to me in the thinnest, whitest nightie, and I can see the tops of your thighs. So soft and smooth. And I only want to kiss them, but the second I’m on my knees you’re spread open for me like you’ve been waiting for my mouth.”

You’re so wet you can almost pretend your fingers are his tongue drawing tight circles exactly where you need it “And then?”

“Then I slip your panties off, and you give me a little shit about it just for show, but you shut up quick when I start licking along the insides of your thighs. You smell so fucking good, and you taste like heaven, and my cock is so fucking hard for you, but I don’t care about that, all I care about is getting my mouth on you.”

“Do I really taste that good, Jakey?” You pant, arching away from the back of the chair as you slip inside your warmth and fish for compliments.

“You do, baby.” His breath drags in and out of his lungs hard and fast. “You taste so sweet…prettiest, pinkest pussy I’ve ever kissed, you taste like home, you taste like my sugar.”

“Fuck, I’m—“

“Slow down.” He interrupts, sounding gentle in a way he seldom does when he’s hard and throbbing for you. “You just go real slow for me and listen.”

You nod, and though he can’t see you, he seems to feel it all the same.

“I’m on my knees against the porch you helped me strip and sand, and you’re spread open for me on the swing. It creaks every time you move. Your hands are in my hair, but you’re being such a gentle girl, fucking your lovely cunt up into my mouth, begging me softly to suck your spoiled little clit, begging me to make you cum.”

With your fingers fluttering light as air, you can almost imagine it all to be real, and you’re close…so close.

With a choked gasp of your name he pauses, but recovers in a blink, “You’re whining for my fingers, but I want to get you there just like this. I don’t want anything in the way when you finally let go on my tongue. I want to drink you down, baby…every drop. It’s all mine, and I want it. And you let me have you that way, don’t you?”

“Yes,” you nod frantically, writhing in the chair until the blanket falls away, forgotten.

“And you’re going to be such a good girl for me, huh?” That, leading, teasing tone has joined the party, and your stomach is twisting and turning, wringing the lust out of your very soul, “You’re going to be the sweetest little sweetheart and cum right in my mouth because I’m just so fucking thirsty, aren’t you?”

“Oh fuck, Jake…” you’ve hardly made a sound, your constricted throat won’t allow for much more, “Say it again.”

He knows what you want, and like always, he gives it to you without question or thought. “Want you to cum in my mouth right here on the porch, you beautiful fucking filthy girl. I want you, sugar…c’mon and make a mess on my tongue.”

“I’m gonna cum,” you’re spread wide and thrusting into your own touch, but it’s Jake you feel…he’s everywhere, all around you, you’re drenched in him.

“Of course you are, sweetheart,” he soothes, sounding near the end himself, “Because you know how badly I want it, and you’re my girl.”

“I’m your girl,” you whimper, desperate for more more more… “I’m your fucking girl, Jakey. I love you…”

“Love you too, sugar,” a growl rumbles out of him low and menacing. “Love you so fucking much. Come on, baby, c’mon…”

With a fist drawn to your mouth and your teeth dug in deeply, you let it happen. Welcoming that sparking, searing, electric bliss only he seems to be capable of gracing you with, no matter how near or far he happens to be.

You’re quiet somehow, but he doesn’t seem to need anything more than your muted gasps to get there with you. Though on his end, he sounds feral and violent…like the beautiful, seedy underbelly of something you shouldn’t want. Pornographic and obscene. Improper. Dirty. Wrong. Perfect.

With the calm of the afterglow, comes the shame. The guilt. The self-hatred. He knows it all too well already, and rather than drawing attention to what has just happened, he shifts focus to help you through.

“I might order room service. If you were here right now, what would you want? That’s what I’ll get.”

“Hmm,” you think it over, kicking the blanket up from the floor to recover a bit of modesty, “Soup sounds good. Broccoli cheddar if they have it.”

“Soup?” There’s that wide open laugh of his again.

“Yes.” You pretend-pout. “And don’t laugh at me. It sounds divine.”

“Soup it is, sugar.” He sounds soft and a little unlike himself. “We’ve got a small break coming up. It’s only a couple of days, but what if I came to see you?”

“Jake,” you’re preparing to wage a loving war, though you want to see him more than you want the air you breathe to quench your lungs.

“I just want to take you to the movies, that’s all,” he holds up his metaphorical hands innocently. “Will you go see a flick with me? No illegal bottles of water necessary.”

“You want to go to the movies?” You laugh at the idea of it all. So PG in a manner so… not Jake.

“Yep.” He sounds positively delighted at the mirth in your response. “Bring Mr. Wonderful, we’ll have a great time.”

You roll your eyes, stretching out your limbs, which have been tense and contorted for far too long, “Oh, don’t be silly, Jacob, like I would ever share you with Mr. Wonderful.”

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goldenhypen · 11 months

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; ⎯ may i have this dance?

synopsis. when a certain special song comes on, you and riki meet eyes across the large and crowded room, moments before he decides to ask you for a dance.

pairing. ni-ki x fem!reader ⋅ genres. fluff, classmates/friends to lovers, highschool dance!au ⋅ wc. 1.1k ⋅ warnings. none

prompts 1. holding their hands when they are shaking ; 14. singing and dancing to their favourite song ; 18. sharing a soft smile across a crowded room ⋅ requested by 3 lovely anons <3 ⋅ dark blood event

song rec. nan-nan — fujii kaze (recommended by the nishimura riki himself i’m actually being fr so go listen to it !!!)

a/n. so many ppl ik are graduating hs this year and so this is rlly giving ✧ prom ✧ ,,,,,, i miss my prom :’> even tho it was kinda sorta a big disaster ,, but uh ,,, that’s a story for another time :’>

the mildly chaotic atmosphere mixed with the heat emitting from hundreds of bodies filling the room, you swayed side to side, doing your best to mask the hidden gloom you were feeling inside.

you had come to your school dance with your friends, but being too immersed into the music and the energy of the night, they eventually found themselves drifting off to go dance with others they took interest in, leaving you all alone at the corner of the dance floor, moving around awkwardly to look like you were busy and enjoying your time, when really, you felt lonely and pathetic.

eventually, the upbeat, hype song ended, and on came one you immediately recognized to be by none other than fujii kaze, one of his pieces called nan-nan. you smiled at the memory it brought to you from a few months ago…

you were sitting in class beside one of your peers you wished you had the opportunity to grow closer with, nishimura riki. after knowing him for some time you found there was some unique charm to him, from the way his boxy smile would fill the room with a glowing aura, to the way he would make those around him laugh at his silly behaviour. there was just something so attractive about him, and one day you began to realize the way your heart would pound abnormally whenever he would do as little as say your name; or the way your stomach would flutter with butterflies whenever he would share a new favourite song of his with you, and how his eyes would light up whenever you expressed that you liked it.

you began to like this boy called riki ever since.

and so when nan-nan began playing, the instrumental in the intro leaving the speakers and filling the echoey room, you somehow found and locked eyes with riki, perhaps through some crazy coincidence or maybe by fate, and you smiled at him immediately before he returned it, as you were reminded of the time he happened to share that exact song with you in class just a few days ago.

he was dancing with his own friends and having a good time, but after meeting eyes with you, he immediately made his way over with that goofy, excited grin on his face. and your heart went wild.

he looked stunning in his white button-up, sleeves rolled up to highlight his forearms perfectly. it was a typical outfit for all the guys at this dance, really, but somehow, in your eyes, riki pulled it off infinitely better than any of the other hundred boys in the large room, dancing their worries away.

his hair was slicked back, exposing his forehead which you didn’t get to view every day, for most of the time it was hidden under his fallen bangs.

and why was he looking so stunningly tall today? there’s no way he could have grown so much in just one day…

and before you knew it, the boy with the growing grin was standing in front of you with a hand out, asking for your own.

you glanced down at the welcoming gesture and gulped before blinking and looking back into his eyes that searched your own.

“you looked a little bored dancing all the way over here, but the fun is in the middle. wanna join me?” he proposed, practically yelling to get his words in over the blasting music. “and plus, it’s our favourite song.”

‘our favourite song.’ just at the use of a simple three-word sentence, a heat stronger than the one already surrounding your body made its way up from your neck, all the way to your ears.

you nodded, accepting his invite and placing your hand in his before he smiled at you and led you to the middle of the dance floor.

he turned to face you, and you chuckled, voice wavering.

“your hand’s shaking,” he pointed out.

“a little sweaty too, i guess—sorry,” you blurted out.

“are you nervous?” he asked with utmost care in his voice, a contrast to the usual tease he was to those close to him.

you pressed your lips together before displaying a small smile and tilting your head side to side, a way of saying ‘kind of, maybe a little.’

understanding and giving you a look of empathy, he grabbed your other hand before bringing them to his shoulders.

“just follow me, okay?” he told you.

and you nodded, wrapping your arms around his neck as his met your waist.

you two then danced along to the music that made your hearts happy, and you found your nerves disappearing in an instant, forgetting any stresses that were previously on your mind as you enjoyed your time together in each other’s hold.

and whenever he wanted to change things up once in a while, being the dance talent he was, he would guide your body along with his in moves that were simpler to pull off than they looked (but maybe that was just because he was a natural when it came to this kind of thing), leading you to do turns here and there, or pulling your bodies apart and then meeting closer once again. anything he did with you on that dance floor made you two look amazing amidst enjoying your time with one another, and he just made the experience all the more worthwhile.

and whenever his moves would slow, he would take that time to dramatically sing his heart out, and you’d follow along playfully, making each other laugh.

once your favourite song ended and another immediately began to roll around, both your movements naturally slowed, and he pulled away slightly before speaking.

“thank you for the dance.”

“thank you,” you smiled softly.

he smirked, “your dancing’s not too bad.”

“i could say the same for you,” you followed with a chuckle.

“we should do this more often,” he suggested. “or maybe that’s just an excuse for me to show you more songs sometime, who knows?”

“you know, both don’t sound too bad to be honest,” you replied.

“yeah?”

“yeah.”

“cool,” he said, unable to hide his proud smile for just getting the girl he liked to do some of his favourite things with him in the future, in the form of which was already sounding like a potential date. “in the meantime, this song sounds a little too good to skip out on… care for another dance?”

he held out his hand to you for the second time that night, a smile painting his lips.

“i’d love to.”

a/n. so story time in regards to the prev a/n bc i have no love life <//33 ,,, basically at my prom one of the literal four things i remember from that night was how me and this old guy friend who i kinda liked at the time and i think he liked me too (but we drifted apart a couple years ago,, and to put this into perspective, this took place exactly one year ago) kept making eye contact throughout the whole night and created this super thick tension. ok the thing is :’> i hadn’t seen him for a whole year cuz he graduated the year before me, and we used to be pretty good friends but didn’t rlly keep in contact after not seeing each other for one whole year. and so we kept making eye contact, probably wanting to say hi, but it eventually came to the point where it would be awkward cuz it was so obvious we had both acknowledged each other’s presence for the past 30 mins !!! it was so awkward omg and jsnsjd wait hold on don’t even get me started on how we even ended up later then sitting at the same table but still not saying a word to each other djdndjd T-T and then by the time we all finally went our separate ways, i was left feeling a sense of emptiness and regret T-T ,,,,,, the tension y’all i cannot stress it enough !!!! ugh ihateitihateitihateit but anyway, switching topics while i try to erase this forbidden memory from my mind all over again,, about the drabble, i hope you guys enjoyed <3 if you did, letting me know through more than just likes (rbs, comments, asks, etc.) helps out a lot !! i rlly appreciate it, thanks for reading !!

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Day 4

Seires Fic Rec part 14

Queer Your Coffee by alisvolatpropiis - (Queer Your Coffee) - (Rating: Not Rated, Words: 3,084, sterek)

Derek's just over the city line when he sees a sign for an independent drive-thru place, Full Spectrum Brew. There are three cars in line when he turns in, which annoys him but gives him hope. Not that he really trusts the people of Beacon Hills to have much taste when it comes to coffee (god, he is a snob), but the shop’s popularity does seem to bode well. The line of cars moves way more slowly than he’d like, each customer in front of him seeming to take way too long to order, and then lingering when they get their coffee. He’s irritable from lack of sleep and an even more detrimental lack of caffeine, anxious to get out of the car. Finally it’s his turn and he slowly rolls up to the window, turning the radio down.

For a second, he thinks he must have fallen asleep while he was waiting, because what he sees when he looks in the window surely must be a dream.

Stunning brown eyes like glowing honey and sweet little nose, slightly upturned; a shapely pink mouth, bottom-lip pierced by a thin black hoop that he's worrying with the tip of his tongue as he smiles a gorgeous hello.

He's the most beautiful man Derek's ever seen.

And he’s shirtless.

It's a Beautiful Night by khasael - (Hale and Hearty) - (Rating: T, Words: 2,887, sterek)

Just because they're all almost used to fighting against the Creature of the Week and assorted other Bad Guys, doesn't mean it doesn't get Stiles's heart rate going.

Dream a Little Dream by Yoiko - (A Little Dream of Me ) - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 1,101, sterek)

“There’s something I’ve been wanting to do for a long time. And since this is my dream you’re going to let me do it.”

All things share the same breath - the beast, the tree, the man. by devilscut - (There are nights when the wolves are silent and the moon howls.) - (Rating: Mature, Words: 11,687, sterek)

A shell-shocked Stiles regroups with the pack to find his father who has been kidnapped by the Darach. Their search leads them to the Nematon, where their confrontation with the Darach reveals her plans and that there is more to being a True Alpha than they know. Derek and his family's legacy is at the heart of her schemes and when the Darach has him under her control Stiles begins to realise the extent of how much he really cares for the sourwolf. In true Scooby-doo fashion, the villain has told them of her plans but more shockingly to Stiles she also reveals a very important aspect of his and Derek's relationship.

The virtue of patience by nofeartina - (Patience) - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 11,827, sterek)

Stiles isn't afraid of admitting his feelings to Derek, but that doesn't mean that Derek wants to hear it.

Or the one where Stiles knows that all good things come to those who wait.

I Feel Like You Can't Feel the Way I Feel by i_might_be_in_over_my_head - ( Einherjar MC ) - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 14,087, sterek)

“Fuckin A, dude! The last time you gave me that look I ended up in the woods in the middle of the night, lost my inhaler, and almost died. Please tell me why you’re always trying to get me killed?” Scott shook his head resigned. He knew Stiles was going in and nothing he could say would change that. “If we wake up dead tomorrow just remember this was your idea.”

Stiles threw his fist in the air enthusiastically, almost punching Scott in the face, and turned to the door. He knew if he didn’t go quick Scott would probably change his mind and he’d have to start all over. “Dude that was sophomore year of high school, let it go! Plus dead body! We had to go. We’ll just have a drink and check it out. It’ll be fun!”

fingertips have memories by thatworldinverted - (let's talk about sex ) - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 1,800, sterek)

Pochemuchka (Russian), noun: a person who asks a lot of questions.

"I saw the way you watched me, when I was home last month. How long have you been dreaming about getting me on my knees?"

seems to me it's chemistry by HalfFizzbin - (covalent bonds) - (Rating: T, Words: 4,153, sterek)

Awkward Nerd Derek has been crushing on Handsome Jock Stiles since forever—so getting paired with him on a Chemistry project is definitely the best/worst thing that's ever happened to him.

These next two fics go hand in hand. 😇

The One with All the Kids by Itsreallyjustforresearch83 - (Rating: G, Words: 6,527, sterek)

Derek didn't know what he did to deserve to have this again. A house full of people, of family. He's going to be forever grateful to that rouge witch for what she did for him and Stiles, because after all the hurt they went through together, many years later, they're standing in the Pack house, in their house, surrounded by their family.

A New Hale by Itsreallyjustforresearch83 - (Rating: G, Words: 4,543, sterek)

The Pack meets the werewolf cub that Stiles and Derek gets placed with them on Christmas.

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autisticlancemcclain · 1 year

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fic rec friday 22

welcome to the twenty-second fic rec friday! where, on friday, i rec five of my favourite fics.

1. you’re the one that never lets me roam by @littendeservesbetter

If any of his teammates were insulted—if Allura’s leadership was doubted, if Hunk was called too soft, if Pidge was underestimated, if Keith was attacked for his Galran heritage—Lance would defend them in a heartbeat. He knows his team and he loves his second family. He’d defend them to the universe and back.

So why wouldn’t they do the same for him?

season 7 episode 4: Lance's thoughts after the game show.

this fic is genuinely one of my favourite handlings of that piece of shit episode ever fr. its klance BUT also not a half-assed apology!! im not articulating this right but my point is that this is handled so well and god bless my fellow lance stans

2. xo by @thespacenico

keith confesses to lance hoping that the expected rejection will help him move on ASAP. it doesn't quite go according to plan.

darcy does not miss!! seriously her fics always make me smile. my two favourite parts of this fic were that a) when lance didn’t know who keith liked he assumed immediately and wholeheartedly it was hunk. that’s golden right there and b) shiro is a DRAMA LOVING BITCH

3. for you only by @paprbee

"Be mine," Keith mumbles, pleas, against Lance's lips, unwilling to pull away. "Yes," Lance whispers, smiling as Keith brushes their lips together again, pressing up and forward to kiss Keith properly. "You too... be mine, too." "I am," Keith tells him when they break apart reluctantly, their foreheads pressed together, tip of their noses touching, Keith's arms squeezing Lance gently in their hold around his waist and lower back. "I'm yours."

okay i cannot describe how much this fic makes me lose my mind in my own words i literally have to give you guys a snippet of the fic that made me actually cry real tears and struggle to breathe:

"Baby," Keith says softly and it sends a thrill through Lance, hearing pet names from Keith is so rare he always melts when he does hear them, specially when they're whispered against his lips this way. He presses a soft chaste kiss into Lance again before he continues to mutter softly. "My baby, I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you."

its just. the devotion. the repetition. it always fucking gets me. from keith especially, bc hes such a devoted guy!! he is loyal to a goddamn fault and beyond like!!! thats how he loves!! with his whole heart his whole body his whole soul his own being!! he loves and loves and loves!!!

4. i’ll be your romeo by @jilliancares

In a world where Soul Marks show up only after your soulmate has fallen in love with you, it's rare for them to appear when you're not already in a relationship. It's even rarer for them to show up when you're standing on a chair in your favorite coffee shop, screeching at the sight of a spider. Lance becomes well-acquainted with this brand of "rare", and he gets the cute barista, Keith, to help him with the search for his soulmate.

first of all soulmate aus my beloved. second of all jillian fics my beloved. third of all this fic is SO dorky and i love it!! i was hooked by the first scene bc it was just so funny. the way keith falls for lance...hes such a goober i love him

5. finally, you’re mine by @nezueye

“I need you to do me a favor.”

“Okay. Anything,” Keith says easily.

[...]

“Okay so, I just need-“ Lance sighs. He pushes his hands through his hair and braces himself. “I need you to break my heart. Once and for all.”

Keith chokes on his next words. “Excuse me?”

“Break my heart.”

- or -

Does Lance finally get the guy?

this is another devotion fic bc i am fully and completely obsessed with them. i made a seperate rec for this fic a couple months ago bc it truly made my breath stop like i could not process. there were three scenes in particular that made me gasp out loud and make my heart pound. just the easy way they love each other...sobbing

that’s it for today!! i’ll see y’all back next friday for the next fic rec post!!!

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So, I was probably always going to be fond of TRIGUN STAMPEDE just for new content for a story that I’ve loved for so long, but I wasn’t expecting to be blown away by how gorgeous it was, how well paced it was, or how well written it was. From just fully breaking the dial off when it comes to turning up Vash’s babygirlness to the conflict between love/pacifism and rage/retribution, that two people can fundamentally disagree and yet they love each other because the other one is who they are, and added in some wildly fun side characters, it wasn’t just a ride of a show, it has utterly consumed me. NOW I’M GOING TO MAKE MY PERSONAL FEELINGS HELL EVERYONE ELSE’S PROBLEM by shoving a bunch of fic at you all and crying very loudly about how much I love all of these characters and that, if canon won’t give me a perfect happy soft ending, then by god I will make fandom do it! Thankfully, fandom has been providing, there are fics that have already healed something in me, so I hope they can make things better for you, while we all cry about how long a wait for the continuation is going to be. Join me in crying about the plants, you’ll only cry a little, I promise. (Please read the tags on any given fic, as there is a lot of plant genatalia, transmasc!Vash, omegaverse, pregnant male characters, and just general manipulation fuckery going on, and everyone’s lines in the sands are their own.) TRIGUN FIC RECS: ✦ but your grave was shallow so i carried you home by BeesKnees, knives & vash & cast, de-aging, 7.8k Finally, he pulls the last bit of debris away. And there’s the body he’s been searching for – but not. He stares. It’s Vash, undoubtedly, but not Vash as he’s known him for so long. It’s Vash as he was, Vash as when they first arrived on this planet, young and even softer. ✦ are things still burning? (or can i come home?) by BeesKnees, knives/vash & cast/ocs, NSFW, 20.1k Vash is so deeply asleep that he doesn’t so much as stir when Knives steps inside the room. His brother has been missing for months now, and it’s taken Knives longer than usual to track him down. Knives only understands why his brother’s been hiding from him when he sees the baby. Wrapped in Vash’s red coat, she coos up at Knives. ✦ i’m waiting for this house to burn down by BeesKnees, wolfwood & cast & background knives/vash, 6.2k are things still burning (or can i come home?) told from Wolfwood’s perspective. (Otherwise known as the trials and tribulations of Uncle Wolfwood.) ✦ we’ve got to get back to that stinking garden by thecrazychatlady, knives/vash, NSFW, 9.1k When Vash wakes up, Knives is dead. He knows he’s dead, knows because a piece of his heart has dissolved into ashes in his chest, and he feels the disintegrated pieces slosh around every time he moves. He also knows that Knives won’t stay dead, and that’s what motivates him into getting up every morning. He can’t be asleep when Knives wakes up. It would be disastrous. ✦ come down now by Anonymous, knives/vash, NSFW, 6.6k Knives peers down at Vash, chin in hand. “He’s mine,” he says simply. “His first breaths were mine. Our hearts beat in time. And when you and all your kin are dust in the sand of this place, he will be mine still. Does that comfort you?” “No,” Roberto says. “No, it doesn’t. You think he’ll survive that?” “I will make him survive it.” ✦ Overdue spring (Four hundred and sixty nine days) by rizna, knives/vash, NSFW, 4.7k “I shouldn’t have come.” “And yet here you are.” “Because—” “Because it’s been over a year since the last time we met like this, and you’re a ticking bomb, brother.” Vash winces at such undeniable truth. He can’t sleep, can’t eat, can’t live without his body screaming for Nai. Nights are cold and he’s feverish, and even under the unforgiving sun, the freezing void in his chest leaves him shaking. He’s sick and his medicine is a face he shares and the first name he ever uttered. ✦ Fallen Communion by ibex_ascendant, knives/vash, NSFW, 6.7k wip Fifty years after the Big Fall, Knives seeks out Vash for the first time. They try to make it work. ✦ affliction shall advance the flight in me by p1nk_x3, knives/vash, NSFW, 3.8k Every year, Knives & Vash meet on the anniversary of the July Incident. ✦ but you can’t be free (‘cause i’m selfish, i’m obscene) by bukkunkun, knives/vash, NSFW, 14.9k As the dust settles from saving Hopeland from certain death, Wolfwood finds himself taking care of a barely-cognisant Vash, who experiences a Plant bloom for the first time in ages. Unfortunately, independent Plants have neural links, and Knives, overprotective, madly jealous, and also in bloom, is never far behind. ✦ all that could have been by BeesKnees, knives & vash & cast, 9.6k After discovering Nai and Vash, the first Independent Plants, Rem is only allowed to raise Nai. Vash is given to the research team for experimentation. There’ll be hell to pay when the twins reunite. ✦ how like a winter hath my absence been by MuseofWriting, knives/vash, NSFW, 4.1k They bloom once a decade. It’s their time of truce. No matter how bitterly they fight, they find each other for their bloom. The alternatives, after all, are much worse. ✦ three day resurrection by Anonymous, knives & vash, 3.9k (vash is kidnapped by bounty hunters and forces knives to retrieve him, but as he recovers, it becomes increasingly clear that something is wrong with him, and knives has to find out what it is, exactly). ✦ Contretemps by SerenePhenix, knives & vash & rem & tesla & cast, 2.6k A look into the things that make Plants and humans so different, and that which unites them. All through the eyes of a reminiscing Vash. ✦ regret by Anonymous, knives & vash, 3.8k Why didn’t you stop him why did you fail why did you let us die why did this happen why why why why. Vash has to look away, drowning in guilt. Knives only curls his lip at the sight, as if looking at a particularly unappetizing meal. They continue on. Vash doesn’t know where they’re going. It doesn’t matter anyways. ✦ hummingbirds by cloudycats, knives & vash, 3.9k wip “Have you heard of Millions Knives?” doesn’t usually get a response, but “Have you heard of God?” sure does. Vash runs. It’s never far enough. ✦ Letters in the Bottom Drawer by jaybirddraws (simplestorange), knives & vash, 2.2k Vash and Nai, throughout the years, between the lines. ✦ Guardian Angel by elisabomb (kurama3173), knives/vash, 5.2k The death of Vash the Stampede shatters Millions Knives’ world into pieces. Never one to accept a cruel reality, he sets out to rewrite history, until he can have his brother back at his side. As many times as it takes. ✦ bloom by fizzyren, knives/vash, NSFW, 5.6k Vash goes into heat, finds himself alone and in trouble with a group of humans. The humans don’t know that they have found themselves in trouble instead. They will learn soon enough when Knives appears behind them, razor sharp metal and rage. ✦ You Were Meant To Be Mine by Snakespell, knives/vash, NSFW, 5.7k “So you really think the mass destruction will stop if Millions Knives gets laid,” Wolfwood laughed as he spoke. “Don’t be ridiculous.” ✦ knives rut twt drabble by fizzyren, knives/vash, NSFW, ~1k Knives goes into rut, Vash just knows and goes to him to help. ✦ The Stars Would be Ours if Only You’d Let Them by MaladyMoon, knives/vash, nsfw, 3.1k Or Knives brings Vash into a world of dreams in a desperate attempt to keep him. For a time, Vash is allowed to forget. ✦ Caressing Obsidian Keys Like Your Skin by alisayamin (sh_04e), knives/vash, NSFW, 1.1k Once every few years or so, Knives reminds Vash who he belongs to. ✦ Carrying an Emptiness so Heavy by tirednbi, knives/vash, NSFW, 12.4k (OR: Vash goes into heat and drops, but Nai comes along and reminds Vash that he has always been Nai’s mate–it’s just time for them to make it official. A long angsty buildup for a little bit of smut.)

#trigun #trigun stampede #vash the stampede #millions knives #kv #plantcest #fic recs #trigun fic recs

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tweedlydumbtweedlydoo · 2 years

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Hostage Situation | Spencer Reid x reader

Requested by anon / Summary: Spencer is protective over his team, especially you and when a rookie officer decides to test his the water with you, Spencer steps in.

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Spencer’s self doubt and self consciousness rose as he saw you’d caught the eye of who he’d say was a particular handsome specimen and was what your type had been in the past. The man was tall, broad shoulders and by the looks of how tight his uniform shirt was, he was rather fit. He was leaned against his desk chewing a piece of gum and a small note pad in his hand, ready to hear the profile you would soon deliver.

This man was the complete opposite of Spencer. Spencer glanced at his tie, running it through his fingers. Seriously Spencer? a tie? He asks himself. He mentally criticizes his wardrobe choice as the rest of the team takes their place, you taking your usual spot by his side.

He watched as the talk dark and handsome officer whispered something to his partner, smirking at you and his partner nodded in agreement. Spencer clears his throat and slips his hands in his pocket as his thoughts swirl. He didn’t deserve someone like you.

As you begin to give the profile to the officers, some nod, listening intently and take notes. You make it only half way before the officer speaks up, raising his hand, “I’m sorry, can you repeat what you said we should look for?”

You give your team the side eye, “Yeah so you all-”

“I was a bit distracted by how beautiful your voice is.”

Spencer could tell by the look on your face, you weren’t impressed, but more annoyed than anything and growing impatient at the time even wasted on this short conversation. This was a time sensitive case and you had no time to deal with officers on their high horse.

“This is a time sensitive case and we have been asked by your chief to help and she has given us full reign. Including over her officers. So, I’m more than capable of kicking you off this case if you decide being a bloke is more important than the 5 year old girl missing.”

A surge of pride rolled through him. That. That was the woman he’d fallen for. You wouldn’t take any shit from anyone. You stood your ground tall and strong, even if the other side towered over you by feet. The feelings of self doubt slide off him like water over plastic. This wasn’t the type of guy you were into anymore.

He and the rest of the team had to hide their laughs with a cough. Some of the other officers let out a chuckle. Spencer cleared his throat, a smile on his lips, which he tried to cover with his fingers.

The guy blushed a deep shade of red, full of embarrassment. He wasn’t one to be shown up; especially by a young woman.

“Right, well, like she said, everyone has their jobs.” Rossi steps in and soon the place clears out.

It had been a long day. The leads you all had been following were dead ends and at the moment, you were lost. No idea where to begin the search. You take a deep breath and lean against the break room counter. You and your team were exhausted and the time to save the little girl was running out. 24 hours is the usual cut off and if you haven’t found her by then, the odds decline tremendously.

“You good?”

You glance up to see Spencer approaching you. “Yeah,” You sighed, “Just tired.”

“Coffee?” he motions to the coffee maker, “I’ll make some fresh.”

You nod, “I think we’re going to need it.” You turn around and lean against your elbows, your forehead resting in your hands, “We’re running out of time.”

“Garcia’s working on a lead now-” Before Spencer could even finish his sentence, Rossi called in everyone. There was a break in the case and a new solid lead to follow.

“sorry about the coffee.” Spencer apologizes as he follows you out of the break room.

“Make it up to me later?” You tease, “Maybe you could buy me a cup of coffee after this case was over?” You suggest, “I really like-”

“Brooklyn on Main, iced caramel latte. extra caramel” Spencer finishes with a small grin. He knew your order by heart.

You nod, impressed with a small smile on your face as you enter the SUV.

When you and the team arrive at the old building, the officers are standing by, ready for the instructions.

You and the rest of the team tighten your vests in place and instruct the officers to stay behind you and the team. They are to follow strict orders and do things your way or else it could end in disaster.

The rookie cop was the first to speak up against the orders, “Why can’t we storm the place? Surround it, shoot the guy and save the girl.”

“We have no confirmation the girl is even in there with him. She could be at a secondary location and killing him could put her in danger. We wouldn’t have any idea where she could be.” JJ tell him.

You can see on his face he doesn’t approve of the orders, “He’s to be taken in a live. Everyone understand?”

The officers agree and begin following you and your team inside. That’s when everything went wrong. There was gun fire everywhere. There was more than one person like expected and soon bullets were flying from every angle.

Trying to escape the rookie cop trampled you, sending you flying into a room where the bullets were then aimed at you. You’d hit your head in the fall and couldn’t ground yourself as the world spun. Before you could react, someone had grabbed your foot and was dragging you across the cement floor.

When your eyes finally adjust, standing above you is two men with very large guns aimed at you. You were in deep deep trouble.

Spencer had seen the whole thing go down and before he could get to you, the team grabbed him and retreated out of the house, outnumbered and unprepared. “Stop! Stop! Y/n’s still in there!” He tried to protest but the ones that grabbed him had won.

“Where is agent y/n?” Rossi asks, looking back toward the building and at Spencer.

Spencer fills with anger and rage as he sees the Rookie cop, the one who had pushed you into the line of fire. “What the hell is wrong with you!” He stormed the man, grabbing him by his vest and throwing him against the nearby van, “You threw her into the line of fire!”

“What? Dude are you crazy, let me go!”

“She could be dead because of you!” Spencer yells. Rossi and JJ grab Spencer, “Spence calm down!”

“You’re psycho man! She was shot!” The rookie tries to defend himself with a lie, “I saw her go down!”

“no. she wasn’t, you pushed her to get out of the way, I saw it happen.” Rossi practically drags Spencer away, “Spencer, talk to us, what happened?”

“The coward pushed her to get out of the way so he could get out of there, but he pushed her right into the line of fire. Into the room where they were” Spencer tells Rossi and JJ, and now Emily who has just approached.

“He said she was shot, she went down.” Rossi says.

“No, Rossi. I watched it happen with my own eyes.”

Rossi knows you’re a great agent and knows Spencer wouldn’t lie. If Spencer saw it happen, then it happened. And that’s one of his agents in there. No agent would be left behind. “Damn it.” Rossi looks to the building, knowing the situation they are now in.

Emily catches on as well, “We now have a hostage situation.”

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crunchymayo · 3 months

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i have a question for other people out there who may be like me and have a taste in music that is confusing, weirdly specific, random, inconsistent, and really hard to explain to other people; HOW do you go about finding new music? do you have a method that's successful most of the time? or do you, like me, just keep desperately listening to playlist after playlist and album after album and hoping to get lucky by finding a song or two?

when people try to give me recs they ask me what genres i like and i just say "nothings off limits" but it's not in a "i'll listen to anything" kinda way, it's that there's just something about certain songs that makes my brain go "YES" and every genre has the potential to have some songs that scratch that itch. pretty sure genre actually has little to no bearing on what i like.

there's a few specific genres i end up listening to quite a bit more than other genres but i don't think that's cause there's actually anything "special" about them for me, i think it's just kinda incidental and a result of how spotify will be like "oh you liked a few songs from this one specific genre?? so it's your favorite genre???? you want to hear nothing but songs from this genre for the rest of time????" and so the vast majority of my recs on spotify are just from these few genres and i've just fallen into a loop of them. i don't even end up liking the vast majority of songs that get recommended to me anyway, and whenever i go to ANY genre-specific playlist i only end up liking a couple, if even that many. so yeah it doesn’t seem like genre matters at all.

i think it's more about the rhythm/melody/vibe of a song (and maybe it could have something to do with the bpm of a song but idk) but there still doesn't appear to be much consistency for me. like spotify has the playlists that are like "chill mix"/"energetic mix"/"moody mix"/etc. and it's the same as when i listen to a genre mix. i CAN find songs i like in any mix but i'll still maybe only like 1 song for every 25 i listen to. and it's also the same with artists and albums in general.

like basically i think the problem boils down to how there's no way to label my taste. like there's no key words or phrases for me to use to tell people or search engines what i'm looking for.

my best bet is just showing people the songs i like, and seeing if they can hear some kind of pattern, and can give me recs based on that. this is what i do with my sister, cause she's also kinda the same, having an inconsistent and indefinable taste in music, and the things we like overlap a little so i tend to get good recs from her, but that's obviously also dependent on her being able to find new songs, which doesn't happen a lot.

i don't usually have the ability to just ask someone who kinda understands my taste to give me recs, and when i do there's no guarantee they'll even have any, and i wanna find a way to be able to search for new music on my own.

#music recs #song recs #op #recently i've tried searching ‘songs that scratch an itch in my brain’ and going through the user-made playlists #but i haven't had any success that way so far.#and whenever i go to a song or artist radio for something #spotify just ends up filling it mostly with a bunch of songs that are already in my library #the daylist at least has new songs i haven't heard before #but it's still rare when i find things i like through it.#i've realized that spotify generated playlists are gonna be a dead end most of the time.#my discover weekly is where i end up finding the most new stuff i like but it's still not a lot.

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ratmonky · 8 months

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Hiii! I just want to say how much I love your works! I’ve been subscribed to your ao3 for a bit now and every work you produce is always so well written. You’re definitely one of my favorite authors on ao3 and I was curious as to what are some you your fav authors/works on ao3 or any fanfic site that you’ve read. :3

thank youuu i'm honored!!! i hope you'll enjoy the future works to come and find another favorite writer from my recommendations!

i read a lot and follow many writers and also interact with my second account or anonymously since i feel that would make my interactions more intimate/genuine, weird i know

i can give some author recs: (random order)

skulcreep : read their dbd and apex stuff, very much enjoy their amazing writing also they're my inspiration

agent_cupcake: incredible writer, i love their fics and ugh what a creative person! i've read their fire emblem fics and of course jjk stuff. lunancy is my fave but also their new fic made me so fucking happy cause i have also written some stuff (privately) for death (rae... ignore this, do NOT put this into the document)

retrogal: read everything they've written, find their writing very sexy and to the point. they got me into obey me mobile game since i had been following them religiously on ao3

empress complex: i've read all of their jojo fics and although i've fallen behind on their chainsaw man fics i love their writing and how much effort they put into their work! another talented writer

j0succ/josucc: i love their jojo fics and have been reading their recent works, amazing writer and i'm always curious to read what else they'll upload

some of my other fave authors have deactivated accounts and surely i miss them but i'm still in search for many more talented writers and also twisted minds like me

a fic recommendation would be faceless. i love hush by mike flanagan and i've had a huge crush on the killer. i have written countless fanfics for the character but it is truly a different experience to read another writer's masterpiece and just get lost in their work!

if you can please show some love and support to these great writers!

#author recs #munkey recs

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iam93percentstardust · 8 months

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this (or when you feel up to it!), reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love!

Ooh fun! I'm gonna go with semi-recent fics from the last year or so (with one exception) because 230+ fics means I have a lot of faves and narrowing it down is a pain.

Enchanted

Steve starts making his way back towards the directions of the cars, wanting to greet her, only to stop dead when he realizes who her date is. Natasha has brought Tony with her. Tony of the pictures, of the stories, of Steve’s infatuated little heart even though he’s never met him in person.

I love writing celebrity aus and this one was particularly fun because I wrote something I don't normally do with celebrity!Steve and nonfamous!Tony. Plus I got to write Natasha and Tony besties, which is always a lot of fun, and got to include a shout-out to my childhood best friend (and I always enjoy when I can work in references to my own life).

Death by a Thousand Cuts

“Tony?” Pepper asks, and he can tell just by the look on her face that whatever she has to tell him, it isn’t good. “What?” he asks. She looks uncharacteristically hesitant. Pepper isn’t supposed to be hesitant. She’s supposed to be barge-in, guns-blazing, unapologetically confident. “The news leaked,” she says eventually.

And now the flip side! Pop star Tony currently owns my entire heart, and I love the idea of breaking up and making up but with the added complication of having to do it on the global stage. There's just something extra delicious about Steve and Tony having to work things out when they have all these people shouting on Twitter and TikTok about how they're better off on their own.

Dear Juliet

When Steve Rogers is given a chance to accompany his friends to Verona, Italy, he's expecting to spend a few days wandering through vineyards and probably seeing at least one Shakespeare performance (and if he's lucky, finding some inspiration for his next webcomic). He isn't expecting the handsome brown-eyed man who works with Juliet's Secretaries or the decades-old love letter that he finds behind a loose brick underneath Juliet's balcony or that the response he sends to Dame Margaret Carter will be answered, not by another letter, but by the sender herself showing up in Verona. He isn't expecting that he'll get caught up in a whirlwind adventure to help Peggy search for her lost love, the woman she left long ago, her beloved Maria.

My current baby! Dear Juliet is an idea that's been sitting in my to-be-written folder for literal years. It was one of the very first ideas that I had for this fandom, and I've been chomping at the bit to write it since 2018. It kept getting put off though, first because I was working on three separate long fics at the same time and then I got caught up with all these other long fics over the years, but after I finished up MRaMRN last year, I told myself that once I was done with my long fic break, I was going to write Dear Juliet. And now it's finally here!

Tied Together With a Smile

“Captain Rogers, this is my sub, Maria,” Howard managed through a strangled voice. “And my son—” “I’m Tony,” YouKnowWhoIAm said, boldly sticking his hand out for Steve to shake. He took it, automatically raising it to his lips to kiss, the way he’d been taught to greet unattached subs as a child. It had fallen out of fashion while Steve was in the ice, and he’d mostly trained himself out of the impulse, but he just couldn’t resist when he saw Tony.

Age difference! Social media AU! Dom/sub verse! Art by two of my favorite artists in this fandom! I feel like this fic has everything that I love, and I pretty regularly go back to reread it.

Marvels Unsolved

A Buzzfeed Unsolved AU starring Tony and Bucky as two ghost hunters searching for truth and Sam as their long-suffering cameraman

Here's my little exception to the five fics because this isn't a fic, it's a verse, but I just love it so much. It's such a rare pair (I think I've written a third of the fics for this pairing), and someone once told me that I wasted a great AU idea on this pairing, but this verse is easily one of my favorite things I've ever written. I'm planning on wrapping it up next year, but I will very much miss it once it's over (and hey, if you like this verse, keep an eye out in October for another installment and a hint of a greater plot!).

#alle answers #alle writes

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dulcesiabits · 10 months

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hi hi!!! i realize that you asked this like. a week ago LOL sorry for the late ask OTL ....... im just excited to share my Very Niche hyperfixations www

but in terms of ifs!! i definitely recommend mind blind! the humor is absolutely fantastic and has one of my favorite characters in any piece of media (nick)!! in a world filled with psychics ranked on a scale of 1-10 in terms of power/potential, you're a zero!! the characters have me in an absolute chokehold hahah. hhhhh nick wiseman

if you search for recommendations on literally any forum you'll see the name fallen hero pop up! you play as a telepathic sidekick turned villain in a revamped version of los angeles, wherein people gain powers via modifications! it is widely regarded for many many reasons! the writing is amazing and the characters are everything!!! herald my beloved ❤️

there is the speaker on itch.io!! you are the twin sibling of your sister, The Seer (name customizable) and only you can properly convey her visions and prophecies!! your sister gets a vision of a future murder victim, and you're doing everything in your power to stop it! there are found family aspects to it and it makes me very happy :) im madly in love with sebby and li hahaha

im obsessed with the bastard of camelot!! the writing is so so fantastic but i have to say theres a huge BUT!! it deals with very very sensitive themes in a prominent way thats like . the entire premise of the story ! these themes are, imo, handled very well! please view the trigger warnings and play at your own descretion 🙏 buuuut you play as mordred, and there is a prophecy that you will bring ruin to camelot ..... will you try to avert it, or will you accept it? 😳

im still playing through fields of asphodel, but i really am enjoying it!! its a retelling of sorts of persephone and hades youre persephone! you get sent down to the underworld and stuff and make friends!! im not selling this very well www but i really recommend it!!

there's the passenger, where you play as an eldritch horror in the body of a human! you plummeted to earth in an attempt to run from something trying to kill you .... admittedly i have not finished it yet (i have an absolutely insane backlog OTL) but i've been enjoying it a lot!! its very sweet ❤️

i liked the adventures of sherlock holmes a whole lot!! i think you can guess the premise LOL but you're sherlock holmes!! you go on wacky adventures!!!! watson is so cute i love them!!!!!!

i am aware that mage reborn and the fog knows your name have been mentioned but i second those recs!! theyre very very good games!!

i am so so so sorry i blew up your inbox 🙏 and i will do it again!

also also also im not done yet sorry! please write more for SHOH i am literally on my hands and knees (no pressure of course writing is hard haha)!! its just. ITS SO GOOD. the found family dynamics are just everything to meeeeee 😭😭 i cant express to you the absolute chokehold it has on me its just. fantastic Ughhhuufhhggdhurhfgrhuugghhhgghhyuyggh ive replayed it god knows how many times! i am so desperate for content i've combed the tumblr blog and the ao3 tag in all of its entirety ....

im in love with halek and red... and also lavinet but alas i am not a dude. so i just pine from afar :( and i also really really like mimir! i can tell chase is your fave www but who the other charas you like :?

(ps. i liked your jing yuan fic!! it was very good 10/10 kudosed and bookmarked and marked for later and the mc is so slay! sorry for the long ask hehe)

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE RECOMMENDATIONS!!!!! I’ll be sure to check each of them out once I have the time :’D My friend also recommended the speaker to me and I’ve seen Fallen Hero so many times I feel like I have to check it out at this point!!!

shepherds of haven is SO FUN AND I AM SHAKING YOUR HAND RN!!!! I’ve been so obsessed with it for the past few months it’s taken over my brain function x_x I’VE ALSO COMBED THROUGH LENA’S TUMBLR just to get any extra information on the case bc I love them so dearly TT TT Like I’m in love with her writing style and characterization, and everyone in that game is my best friend. And/or my lover <3

Halek and Red are excellent taste!!! I also really like Red (and bullying Halek lolol) but for other favorites, I’d have to say Shery, Red, Trouble and Briony ^7^ Caine is adorable and I also like Croelle and Mimir!!!

(Thank you for enjoying my JY fic so much!! :’D I just think he’s a little silly <3 microwaving him in my mind rn!!!)

Anyways, feel free to blow up my inbox LMAO I enjoy getting asks and hearing other people’s thoughts :thumbs up: !!!!

#liya answers #interactive fiction

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amiiaak · 2 years

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Genshin Impact fic recs

I’m sad rn, so i decided lol reading genshin fanfics sounds like a great idea. I have fallen. Fml. Anyways I still like Haikyuu and all their juicy fanfics stuff but here’s genshin fic recs from me rn lmao.THESE ARE BANGERS TO ME STFU AND DONT COMMENT LOL (jk).

read tags, like the usual, pls

Tartali

he loves me, he loves me not | xiaoscribbles | chili/tartali | T | 6,1k

Tags: Pining, Unrequited Love, Angst With a Happy Ending

Summary:

“Are you in love with me?”

Childe’s heart sinks into his stomach without an ounce of grace. It drops like lead into his abdomen and leaves him feeling hollow and utterly terrified.

“Zhongli.”

“Are you in love with me,” Zhongli asks again, because he is nothing if not persistent, “because I see the way you act around me, Childe and I just want to know why you never said anything when—”

Childe stands up abruptly. He reaches for a bag of mora in his coat and unceremoniously drops it onto the table where their half-eaten food lies. It contains far more than what their meal actually cost, but he couldn’t bring himself to care.

“You obviously know the answer. I’m done with this conversation,” Childe says cooly, “have a good rest of your night.”

Or, Zhongli figures him out and Childe's heart breaks.

There's a Garden in Your Hair | OldeShoestrings | chili/tartali | Not Rated | 7,5k

Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Love At First Sight, Fluff

Summary:

The one where Childe is a florist, his boss can barely stand him, and his most loyal customers are five little children who keep buying flowers for their father.

Then he meets the children's father.

And for Childe, it's very much love at first sight.

Xiaoaether

Almond Tofu is Actually Something That Can Be So Personal | ant_king | xiaoaether | G | 3,2k

Tags: Idiots in Love, Fluff, Light Angst

Summary:

“Xiao! It’s nice to see you.” Aether beams, and then immediately wonders if he’s being too informal. With his limited knowledge of Liyue’s customs, for all he knows, he should be curtsying immediately.

In which Aether doesn't know traditional Teyvat courtship rituals, and it turns out Xiao doesn't either.

What do you mean we're dating? | riangsty | xiaoaether | G | 18,5k

Tags: Fluff and Humor, Misunderstandings, Light Angst

Summary:

"What do you mean we're dating?"

In which Xiao and Aether are painfully unaware of their own advances and relationship while everyone does. Or maybe it's everyone else who assumes things for themselves.

How can they not after all they've witnessed personally. Surely, the Traveler and the Yaksha are courting each other.

Thomato

you're the sun, you've never seen the night | snowblum | thomato | T | 2,1k

Tags: Established Relationship, Fluff and Humor, Drunken Shenanigans

Summary:

“Ayatoo…” Thoma is grinning stupidly with his face buried in the crevice of his shoulder. “Marry me...”

The proposal came out of nowhere, and Ayato nearly lets his surprise show, but he quickly pulls it back and pretends to think about it for a moment, putting on the most nonchalant expression he can possibly manage. “Hm… I don’t know.”

Thoma raises his head, clearly not expecting that response. “Whaat—”

“Ask me again tomorrow when you’re sober.”

or, thoma gets drunk and ayato takes care of him.

Kaebedo

A Drop of Golden Sun | deprecavi | kaebedo | G | 73,5k

Tags: Tangled AU

Summary (No summary really just an author’s note):

This is drawn from the movie ‘Tangled,’ right down to the dialogue in some places, but there have been some changes. Pascal and Max aren’t here, they’ve been replaced by Klee and Diluc instead. Still, if you’ve seen Tangled, you already know the general plot of this fic.

I adore this fic, one thing was because I was thinking abt one fanart i saw of this au, its been a while man--and when i searched up tangled au for genshin i thought; ‘oh it doesn’t need to be kaebedo it could be tartali or smtelse’, but this was the first one that popped up so :D.

snapshoot (you and me) | bedochuu | kaebedo | Not Rated | 58,1k

Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Idols, Strangers to Lovers

Summary:

magic eight ball @eightballpredictions

an idol from a well-known male group will get into an internet-breaking relationship in the next few months.

18.4K Retweets 39.5K Quote Tweets 30.9K Likes

one idol, one photographer, (+ a few extras and moral support!) and the cruel, cruel world that is the entertainment industry.

Gold and silver | silvereyedotaku | kaebedo | T | 6,6k

Tags: Secret Relationship, Fluff and Humor

Summary:

Rumour has it that the beloved bachelor Kaeya Alberich is off the market - to the dismay of mothers across Mondstadt. The shining gold band on his ring finger speaks for itself.

And yet somehow, nobody seems to knows how Kaeya came to have a spouse or who this elusive lover is. No one except the Knights of Favonius, that is.

5 times one of the knights figured out Kaeya and Albedo’s relationship + the 1 time they revealed it themselves.

Xingyun

Could I Have Another Chance? | washer_and_briar | T | 8,3k

Tags: Not Actually Unrequited Love, Rejection, Misunderstandings

Summary:

Oh. Okay. That was. Fine. Just fine. Expected, even. It didn't hurt. It wasn't soul crushing. It was normal. And it could have been worse anyways. He was being selfish. And too optimistic for his own good. They were still friends. so it seemed. It was time to grow up and get over it. They're practically adults now. There isn't time for Xingqiu's childish feelings in the real world.

~~~ In which Chongyun panics and rejects a confession from the love of his life.

fuggg thats it for now, i will now go back to crying bc of the latest archon quest. istg i love but hate this game

#fic recs #genshin impact #genshin impact fic recs

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reidyoulikeabook · 3 years

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“Hands.”

Ship: Fem!Reader x Spencer Reid

Warnings: Exhibitionism (? i’m not sure it counts but they’re both having Horny Thoughts at work so better safe than sorry), oral (spencer receiving), fingering (reader receiving), finger sucking (???) i think that’s everything but if there’s anything else lmk! There’s not really a dom/sub thing here sorry they’re both just like Into Each Other i guess

Word count: 1k

Summary: Spencer has nice hands and they are a little bit distracting sometimes.

A/N: Part of A-Z but all you really need to know is they’re in an established relationship! I feel like the pacing for this is off but eh, a little Saturday night treat regardless

It’s hard to get any work done when he’s the way he is: gesticulating wildly, as if he’s conducting an orchestra. Tapping on the desk, long fingers tucking an errant strand of hair behind his ear, twirling a pen around in his hand. It’s the cup of coffee that’s the last straw.

He’s sat at the table. The cardboard cup, resting in front of him, palm curled around it. Then he catches you looking at him out of the corner of his eye, a small smirk quirking at the corner of his lips. He redirects his attention forward but, knowing you’re staring, starts of move his index and middle fingers in a circular motion over the coffee sleeve.

He’s doing it on purpose.

It would be imperceptible. And maybe it wouldn’t really matter. If you didn’t know exactly the effect those hands were capable of having when he put them to work in the right places.

Clearing your throat, you shift in your seat. Making sure not to give him the satisfaction of seeing you clench your thighs together, which would undoubtedly signal a victory you aren’t willing to concede. Not just yet.

Focus.

You’re at work.

Yes. Yes you are. You bristle with the reminder, picking up your pen again. For once, for potentially the first time in your entire life, you are in fact purposely ignoring him as he launches into another spiel to Derek. In your peripheral, you can make out the way he cradles his own chin in thought.

His thumb, worrying at your lower lip. His two fingers, slick with you, at the tip of your tongue, then engulfed in the heat of your mouth. Tongue running over the length of them, allowing him in right down to the knuckle. Taking him in the way you always do. Every part of him. His ring and pinky fingers holding your chin in place.

You swallow. Looking down at your paperwork, you can feel him staring.

In retaliation, you rub the end of the pen over your lower lip. The cap is attached to the end, and you take it into your mouth a little, humming thoughtfully as if at your paperwork.

To everybody else, that’s what it looks like. But your gaze flickers up to Spencer, and you know he knows differently. You do your best impression of innocence, and he glitches, falters, before Derek asks him what he’s thinking about and he tears his gaze away from you. Clearing his throat before he speaks, adjusting his tie, the tops of his ears turned pink.

You know exactly what he’s thinking of.

That’s why you did it.

He’s remembering this morning. How he’d gotten dressed for the day: shirt, tie, and pants. How he’d been sat on the end of his bed, putting his socks on, when you’d appeared next to him. Apparently, looking for your earring. When he saw you on your knees, he knew better. He’d just stared at you, shifting in front of him, able to see directly down the front of your top from his vantage point. See the lace bra you’d chosen, the one that perfectly complimented your skin tone. The intricate detailing.

You’d stilled. Looked up at him, tilted your head, eyebrows pressing together, “If that’s your idea of helping Spence, then don’t worry, I think I’d feel it if the earring was in my bra.”

He had the decency to look at least a little bit bashful: his cheeks turning a dusty pink colour, his nose scrunching up. But he adjusts his legs, and draws a bit too much attention to the tent forming in his pants.

“Hmm,” You’d said, resting your hand at his knee and running it up the length of his thigh, “I think I’d best help you out, Spence. You can’t go to work like that.”

He’d stared. Dumb as all hell. Shifting his hips up so that you could undo his belt, making quick work of it, settling yourself between his knees. Taking him deep in your mouth, gazing up at him underneath your lashes. He’d cum there and then.

You’d have teased him, if it wasn’t for the way his hand came to the back of your neck. Pulling you up to kiss him before you even got a chance to swallow properly, his tongue laving over yours, both tasting him. His hand gripping at your jaw, holding you in place while he nipped at your lip. His other heading down your body, squeezing your boob on his way down, coming to rest at the waistband of your pants.

He paused there, for a moment, until you bit down on his lip. Pushing your body into his.

You’re already soaking at the place where your underwear meets your body, and he runs his fingers through your folds. Gathering your wetness, and pushing a finger inside of your entrance. You moaned, softly, pushing your head back, tipping your hips up towards him.

“You’re so fucking wet,” He murmured against your mouth.

“Yeah,” You whined, “For you.”

Time had been of the essence. Fortunately, you’d been together long enough that he knew exactly the right buttons to push. Two of his fingers pressed inside you, his thumb tracing those circle patterns over your clit. The exact right amount of pressure. Building and building, the coil in your stomach burning, tightening, until it was white hot, snapping, your thighs pressing together as you clench desperately around his fingers, searching for more, more, more, to push you over the edge.

And you’d fallen.

Sure, you’d almost been late for work. But it was all worth it. For when his eyes, dark, nothing left of that sweet boy you knew, pushed his fingers inside your mouth.

He comes up behind you. Startling you, out of your recollection of this morning, which you’d apparently been having while staring blankly at your computer screen. His hand, the hand that had been inside you this morning, rests on your shoulder. Clenching, so that the veins on the back of it stick out.

“Here you go,” He says, using his other hand to put down the file.

“Thanks,” You can barely trust your own voice.

He smirks, leaning down as if pretending to move something on your desk, whispering in your ear, “Only three hours until we can go home.”

Only three hours.

Potentially the greatest understatement of his life.

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ironmariposa · 2 years

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Encanto Fanfic Recs

I love making fanfic rec lists and I’m excited there’s enough on my Encanto list to start one. I will continue to add as I find more.

Tiles on a Roof by @avatarvyakara

Summery: A series of one-shots set among the family Madrigal.

Notes: love every single one of these. Very in character. Read everything he writes, you won’t regret it.

Rumble Thu Bellyful! by @cheetee

Summery: Everything is perfect between Mariano and Dolores. There's just one thing: every time their relationship comes up, it starts to rain. Why doesn't Pepa Madrigal seem to approve of her new future son-in-law? Fortunately, Mariano is determined to earn her trust. And he's found just the solution. There's definitely no way that this can go wrong.

Notes: THIS FIC!!! The characterization of every single character is absolutely spot on!! I laughed so much reading this, my heart melted and I can not wait to read it again! So so good!!

A Gift By Any Other Name by newfallenleaves

Summery: They’d all had such hope, when Mirabel did not receive a curse. But Casita does not take well to defiance. And she is not willing to give up her thralls so easily.

Notes: Encanto as a horror movie. Such a good, fun twist.

When the Cats Away by @cheetee

Summery: Tío Bruno is in charge, and he's banned Camilo and Mirabel from saving Encanto.

Heavy Blanket by between

Summery: The first time Camilo remembers seeing snow, he's three years old and his mamá won't come out of her room.

When It Rains, It Pours by by Wolfsong6913 & Word_Addict

Summery: Felix never used to like the way Pepa's weather was out of control whenever she was pregnant. He soon learned that it never lasted for as long as he'd like.

A Little Light To Make Us See by wolfsong6913

Summery: All is well, the Casita and their gifts are restored, and the Madrigals couldn't be happier. Most of them, anyway. Camilo, however is upset at how he and his family treated Mirabel for years. He can't forgive them, and he refuses to understand. The candle is going to make him.

Something Unexpected by @wikluk

Summery: Julieta has a small request for Antonio but she didn’t consider just how much influence Camilo has on his younger brother.

Notes: this is absolutely delightful and adorable.

Middle Child Syndrome by @atomic-bobo

Summery: Casita is rebuilt, the family is healing, a perfect happy ending. Except no one had fixed anything for Camilo, and when he gets sick, the family finds out just how badly they have been neglecting him.

Chimera by bexii

Summery: Camilo has a slight identity issue and though he tries to hide it at first, the whole family rally to support him. Family fluff with emotional issues.

Tail of the Frog by @cheetour

Summery: Mirabel has a secret, Bruno has an incurable cold, and Camilo and Antonio have a mystery to solve. Julieta... has too much to do.

Ugly Lips by @lariskapargitay

Notes: Absolutely heartbreaking. Please read trigger warning

I'll brick by brick rebuilt us (out of how's and why's not when's) by @acewithapaintbrush

Summery: Rebuilding a house doesn't fix everything. The Madrigal children have been struggling for a long time and they will keep struggling. But thankfully they now have a tio by their side who knows what it's like to feel the walls closing in on you.

Home Sweet Home by fichistory

Summery: The Casita has fallen and Mirabel has to process it.

To Summon A Goddess by @themorgtician

Summery: After centuries of searching, the last members of the Cult of Pachamama has finally found the vessel of their beloved goddess. It comes in the form of a weather-gifted redhead named Pepa Madrigal. Now that they’ve found her, nothing will stop them from completing their goals. Not even her family.

Dance With Me by @julietaswifey

Summery: Julieta and Agustín return home after a night out together. Drunk on wine and each other they try not to make too much noise, and of course they fail miserably

La Verdad de La Sangre by Elli_Lite

Summery: Camilo Madrigal thought that Mirabel only had a bad day. Make her laugh a little bit, give her space, and she was back to normal. It was easy to forget. Little did he know that her bad day would lead to a murder, two marriages, multiple children, and then a double homicide fifteen years in the making.

Notes: I read this then immediately reread. Just wow!! Warning this is a dark fic and touches on lots of subjects that may be uncomfortable so read the tags. But Isabela in this fic slays me. And the voice of Camilo is so perfect. I’m ready to reread this again just talking about it.

How Abuela Became an Abuela by @wifeofbean

Summery: Multi-chapter fic depicting the births of each Madrigal grandchild. (All chapters rated T except chapter 5.)

Notes: This fic!!! So many emotions. Also I declare every chapter as canon.

Beautiful by @wifeofbean

Summery: Luisa doesn't know who she is without her Gift; Agustin does his best to reassure her.

There’s rue for you by @wifeofbean

Summery: Julieta's knowledge of herbs extends beyond her magical Gift, and she helps where she's needed.

If I Seem Too Serene, Torture Me by @wifeofbean

Summery: NSFW. Julieta and Agustin drink together, have some fun, then have some more fun the next afternoon. Smut.

Notes: if it’s not obvious you should definitely read all of their fics cause ❤️❤️❤️

Birds of Paradise by @cheetour

Summery: With the mountain pass open, the outside world is now open to the Encanto. Isabela is wearing women's pants. The Madrigal uncles are starting a college fund. But when a mysterious scientist arrives in the Encanto, claiming to be in search of a rare bird, Mirabel can't shake the feeling that something terrible is going to happen.

The Waiting Game by @mm-so-this-is-love

Summery: While Casita is being rebuilt the Madrigal family moves in with generous villagers, but the lack of privacy starts to wear on Pepa who just wants some alone time with her husband.

Sunny side up by @patron-saints

Summery: pepa's anxieties about the new baby seem worse than normal, so julieta does what any good sister would do and makes her a midnight snack.

Protective Instinct by @sokkas-first-fangirl

Summery: Five times Pepa protected Bruno, one time she didn't and one time Bruno returned the favour

Thread by Thread, Side by Side by @inkquillery

Summery: Mirabel Madrigal ran away in the direct aftermath of Casita's fall, and during the three years she stayed away, here are the five times someone found the wayward Madrigal in Casita's kitchen with a first aid kit... Plus the one time everyone found her.

Dying (of embarrassment but someone beat me to it) by @kirrithian

Summery: After being mortally embarrassed, Mirabel is hiding under her bed in the casita. Julieta and Pepa share stories to help her feel better.

Cross your fingers by @thisstableground

Summery: It's not that Mirabel wants to push Bruno into spilling all of his secrets within five minutes of coming home, it's just that she does think that maybe, possibly it might be a good idea to mention to his sisters and his mother that he's been living in the walls before they dig his hideout out of the rubble, especially now that all of the kids already know.

Patching the Cracks by @cakebedamned

Summery: Sure, the Madrigal house can fracture under pressure, but it wouldn't hold together at all if not for the family's love for each other. It's so, so, far from perfect, but that doesn't make it unimportant.

Leap of Faith by @solibri

Summery: casita falls and the subsequent morning that ensues, from camilo's perspective

The Price of a Miracle by baletetree

Summery: Alma Madrigal knows she isn’t long for this world. The Miracle, now more powerful than ever, needs a new Guardian—one with strength of will and insight, one who can harness the magic and push it beyond its limits... one who can be the Miracle itself. If only there was a better way than thrusting that particular responsibility onto a young girl battling through the trenches of puberty and other woes of adolescence.

Someone to Snuggle with by @pensandpizza

Summery: You can't be Fun Tio Bruno all the time. When Bruno is left in a foul mood after a night plagued with sleep visions, the only member of the Madrigal family that can help is the gigantic, dangerous carnivore that lives a few doors down.

The Prince of a Miracle by BaleteTree

Notes: I love the way they write Mirabel and OMG I have never fallen in love with OCC characters faster (normally I’m not a big fan.)

Milhojas by Queer_Of_Clubs

Summery: The origin of Julieta and Agustín's relationship.

A Change of Life by @mm-so-this-is-love

Summer: Julieta and Pepa have taken to comparing notes on their change of life symptoms, but something seems off to Julieta.

Clear Skies Forever by @foreveranevilregal

Summery: Tired of feeling like she's hurting her family, Pepa does the unimaginable. But her family isn't ready to give up on her...

Tumblr Drabbles

Camilo Fic by @lariskapargitay

Notes: absolutely adorable!!!

Negativa by @avatarvyakara

Notes: I’ve already said you need to read all of his fics and this is a part of ToaR but I love protective Félix so much.

Pepa/Félix wedding by @foreveranevilregal

Notes: more protective Félix

Daddy’s Girl by @ermine-writer

Luisa is a daddy’s girl 100%

A Place to be Alone by @julietaswifey

Feliz Día de la Madre by @inkquillery

Gravely Injured by @the-madrigals-bitch

Sweet Mira & Pepa moment by @foreveranevilregal (really just read all of their tumblr drabbles. You won’t regret it.)

Julieta & her Girls by @allofasudden00

Mothers Day Madness by @allofasudden00

Tea Party with tío Félix by @needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves

Bad Day by @needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves

Dance with Me & When the Dance is Over by @julietaswifey

#encanto #encanto fanfic recs #encanto fanfic #mirabel madrigal #bruno madrigal #camilo madrigal #pepa madrigal #julieta madrigal #félix madrigal #antonio madrigal #dolores madrigal #isabela madrigal #luisa madrigal #agustin madrigal #alma madrigal

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ggukkieland · 3 years

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Hi. How are you? I hope you're doing good. 😊 I've been following you for quite some time and I usually check your recommendations and even checked your other link for those. So thank you so much for doing so because I've expanded my horizon to other authors and their stories. 💕

I just want to ask if you have some reco's for idol aus? I've been looking for some to read since I'm already reading Foolish Love, Fake Love so that's recommeded by you and it was written really nice that I've been rereading it and now I'm craving for more Idol aus. Hehe thank you again. Hope you have a great day ahead. - EJ💙

🌹 Hi EJ! I want to say your message and tone overall is just so warm? It made me smile and want to keep conversing with you 🥰. You’re welcome, I try to share as many authors, fics, discoveries, etc. I find interesting and glad others are discovering them too 💛💜.

Ah yes, for Idol AUs I actually panic every time I get an ask about this because it’s actually not part of my top 10 AUs (I listed my top AUs here). I feel like I’m forgetting a favorite fic when asked about Idol!au fic recs most of the time. The Foolish Love, Fake Love series I was drawn to the bodyguard/E2L component and I have to be reminded it’s an idol fic 🤭.

So, please accept this kind of messy quick list 😁

🌹 Quick List of BTS IDOL AUs*

This is not as organized as I’d like it to be. I sort of pulled all the titles from:

reblogged ongoing series I’m reading (main blog) - tagged as #ongoing

monthly reading lists (main) - I also recommend going through each list and searching (I just know I missed some fics). I tag it well so just CRTL+F the word “Idol” to give you the fics

fic recs by theme (sideblog) - same process, I just searched each list and found the ones with “idol” tags

some of the fichunting asks (sideblog) - I filtered ones I’d like to recommend

Please try the readers’ recommendation too - I think there are some recos that are idolverse

*I didn’t include AO3 fics.

🌹 reblogged ongoing fics + from my monthly reading lists (note: most are still incomplete)

Smoke and Mirrors minyoongijjangjjangmanboongboong - ongoing series Solo Idol!Jungkook, Gamer!Jungkook, Makeup Artist!Reader, Manager!Seokjin, Florist!Hoseok

The Dream Anthology @hobiandsprite - JJK | ongoing, soulmate au, vet!reader, friends to lovers

Just Facts @yoongiiverse - JJK | ongoing SMAU, E2L, dancer!reader

Foolish Love, Fake Love @manggojooz - JJK | bodyguard!reader, E2L ⭐

Angel’s Trumpet @hansolmates - JJK | supernatural au, alternate universe *series complete*

Navy @jjkfire - JJK | childhood friends, secret identity/pseud ⭐

Don’t Hold Your Breath @ilikemesometaetaes - JJK | more of rockstar!au, exes au ⭐

Open When @iluv-hobi - JJK | letter form, just fluff

Paper Doll @winetae - JJK | exes AU ⭐

Playmates @scribblemetae - OT7 | 22.6k+ | Idol AU, Sex Worker AU, Strangers to Lovers

Price of a Wish @joonclouds - JHS | idol!hoseok, rich!reader ⭐

ILYSB @rkiverse - JJK | one shot | 11.1k | idol au, broken-hearted jungkook, love clinic staff reader, fake dating but not really (more of part of therapy) | F, A

The Night We Met @leftonraed - KTH | 18.2k+ | Single Dad AU, Bodyguard AU, Idol AU | A, F ⭐

Replacement @akinnie75 - KSJ | one shot | 24.5k | Fantasy AU, idolverse, body swap AU | F ⭐

A Bite of the Apple @jinpire - PJM | one shot | 8.6k | Supernatural AU, Vampire AU, Idol AU | S

Oh What a World [100k] @cutechim - PJM | A, S, F, fake/arranged marriage au, fallen idol au (being edited and reposted)

Tongue Tied @btssavedmylifeblr - 12k | PJM | S, F, minor A, crack, demon au, idol verse, established relationship, pwp

Physcom @teawithkpop - OT7 x sex worker!reader

Not Allowed @whatifyoulivelikethat - MYG x Reader x Jungkook, real-time idolverse

The Accountant @avveh - JJK | one shot | 3.4k | Idol AU, hired to relieve his stress 😉 | S, PWP

Strings Attached @jimidol - JJK | one shot | 4.4k | Idol AU, Friends to Lovers, FWB AU | S, F

from ggukkiereads: completed fics + fichunting asks (will include asks that I’d recommend) + others in my drafts

Bands @xpeachesncream - JJK | Stripper!reader

There’s a section for IDOL AUs in this themed series ⭐

Lost & Found @alpacaparkaseok - PJM | soulmate AU where OC cut the red string of fate. ⭐this is angsty nice

Book of Soulmates @/alpacaparkseok - JJK | soulmate drabble that’s really cute

Just One Kiss @bangtsblossom - JJK | established relationship, one baking day (fluffy smutty)

Appetence @jiminimoon - JJK | canon-compliant, established relationship, smut (I think the scenario was after JPN tour)

Owned @7deadlysinsfics - JJK | secret relationship, interpreter!reader, pwp

Comfort Inn Ending @joonbird - JJK | break up au, exes au, themes of infidelity, prepare tissues!, but satisfying ending for each character⭐

Hidden Stars @jungblue - JJK x R x MYG |this is so nostalgic to me since this is a classic. funny thing is it never registered on me that it is an idol au because I was so focused on the relationships ⭐

Lost Stars @smoochkooks - JJK | childhood friends, fuckboy au ⭐

Angels and Airwaves @yeojaa - JJK | gamer!jk ⭐

Recrudescence @chimchimsauce - OT7 x supernatural ⭐

Baby, You’re Bad @forgottenpasta - yoongi x pregnant!reader x taehyung (yoongi as sperm donor)

Sugar High @yeojaa - JJK | series [16/16] | 33k | unrequited love, slow burn, childhood friends au, idol au | F

Plot Twist @kimnjss - KNJ | smau | Idol AU, Rapper AU, Rich Girl AU, Enemies to Lovers | A, S, F

Are You Going to Stay @hollyhomburg - JJK | fuckboy, soulmate au, bestfriends to lovers

Be my Baby by @kimnjss - MYG | social media au, angst, exes to lovers au, fluff, smut, idol au ⭐

Ghost Marriage @akinnie75- JJK | fantasy, idol au, kind of arranged marriage ⭐

Ripped Jeans @kookiesjoonies - JJK | idol!au x seeing him in ripped jeans 🥵

Bloom + Sequel @jamaisjoons - PJM | two shot | idolverse, hanahaki | A, F

Dead Roses @guksthighs - KNJ | drabble | idolverse, established rel (they’re like dating but no confessions of love), hanahaki | A, F

2 Years of Lost Time @kpopisthereasonihavenolife - JJK | one shot, 5.9k | strangers to bestfriends, idol!jk, hanahaki | A, F

The Fitting @noona-la-la-la - JJK | stylist!reader ⭐

Also try @cupofteaguk fics - they have great idol fics in their masterlist such as: ⭐ all too well (series) | the endless winter (soulmate pjm) | take my hand (amnesia) ⭐

Always in my Dreams @sunshinekims - KNJ | soulmate au, dream au ⭐this is so nice, I’ve forgotten that Namjoon is actually an Idol here. I was too focused on the soulmate/dreams part

Make Me Proud @moonscriptsx - Agust D, both idols (part of my daechwita fic recs)

Hobi’s girl @v-hope - post-concert; hobi noticed a fan

Tactile Amnesia @tayegi - MYG | accident

Through the Night @nightbts - JJK | stylist!reader, friends to lovers

I think my blogs are difficult to navigate now because tag search don’t yield all results (which I am currently fixing). But I hope you’ll find new favorites here! 💙💛💜

Enjoy and thank you for your kind message. Have a great day too!

#don't know if I classify this as my official fic rec list I sort of just pulled all titles from my reading lists and reblogs #EJ💙#anon #🌹 chats #bts fanfic #bts idol au #bts x reader #idol!jungkook #idol!yoongi #idol!namjoon #idol!hoseok #idol!jimin #idol!taehyung #idol!seokjin #sorry only one fic under seokjin though #bts fic recs #I guess?

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