@softkent ‘s 14 Days of Love fic-a-thon, day 6: ruined surprises!
It all started because Katya decided to have mercy on Eric and let him take morning classes this semester. WGSS120 was an amazing class, Professor Atley had the coolest stories about how postwar industrialization led to compulsive female domesticity, and his seatmate wasn’t the worst thing to see at 9:30 AM every Tuesday and Thursday. He would have almost been dreamy if he had the slightest knack for small talk. As it was, Eric didn’t even have a name to go on, just intent blue eyes and an ass that even the baggiest of shorts couldn’t mask.
One day, Eric decided to drop a hospitality bomb on the guy and see if he could coax a response out of him. They were both consistently early to class, so Eric budgeted ten minutes for a brief chat before class started and turned to Cute Guy with a winning smile on his face.
“So how about that reading, huh? I thought it was fascinating how cake mix became a prestige thing- everyone in my family bakes, and I don’t think we’ve used a box mix in forty years.”
“Yeah,” the guy said, “I think it had something to do with the scientific advancements they made in food preservation for the troops. Shelf stabilization wouldn’t have been nearly as achievable in earlier years.”
Miraculously, once you got onto a clear subject, Cute Guy was actually a decent conversationalist. Eric found himself losing track of time as they dissected last night’s chapters of Marling.
“And the American National Exhibition anecdote!” he giggled. “Who can even tell the difference between Russian and American Coke?”
“I bet it’s easier with all of the Soviet Union breathing down your back. ‘Da, cola of Mother Russia is vkusno!’”
“Nice accent,” Eric told Cute Guy.
“Really? Thanks, I’ll have to tell Geno. He’s always knocking my Russian. He’s, uh, a friend of my dad’s, and we both play hockey.”
“So that’s what your weird doodles are? Hockey plays?”
“Yeah, I’m captain of the hockey team here. We’re not half bad, if I say so myself.”
“Wow,” Eric enthused, “you must be a pretty good skater, then.”
“Yeah, I guess. I could teach you sometime, if you want. I’m Jack, by the way,’ Cute Guy said.
trimberly prompt: “seven minutes in heaven” (2.7k)
Kimberly is the first over the lip
of the chasm, collapsing to the ground once she reaches the top, coarse gravel
digging uncomfortably into her shoulder blades. She considers moving, but only
manages to lift her head instead, biting back a groan, watching as Jason climbs
out of the ravine, close behind. He splays on the quarry ground next to her,
reaching out to pinch weakly at her arm.
“Maybe it’s time we invest in a
rope,” he says, “or like a really long ladder.”
Trini is the next up, and she greets
them with a glare, tossing a handful of gravel halfheartedly in their
“Who made you the leader again?”
Zach hauls himself over the edge,
reaching back to pull Billy up behind him. “I think that was the giant
disembodied head,” he says. “If I remember correctly.”
Kimberly laughs and Jason mimes a
frown, swatting his hand vaguely in Zach’s direction. “It’s not my fault I have
the coolest color.”
Trini scoffs. “As if.”
“Yeah,” Kimberly says, snapping at
the elastic of her pink sports bra, the hem visible under her low-scooped tank,
“that would be me.”
If the motion draw Trini’s eyes,
Kimberly doesn’t notice.
◇ requested by anon; in honor of sm finally letting my baby johnny out of the dungeon can i get a johnny vampire au?
◇ asddfhjsj I have no idea if you wanted a bulletpoint au or a scenario so I went with the safe decision and just did a scenario :( if anyone wants bulletpoint aus just remember to tell me that!
◇ fourteen minutes past my bedtime absolute Disgrace
You had only been with him for a few months, and already you couldn’t imagine life without him.
Picture this: a shy girl — you —, arms hugging herself as she walks in the freezing cold with a group of giggling witches towards a club those same witches have persuaded her to go to. You had only known them for a few weeks and you were already being pushed out of your comfort zone, but your mother encouraged you to go out and have fun, so…
It’s hidden under a liquor shop and you’ve never heard of it but your new friends swear that it’s the bee’s knees, and the best supernatural place to be — which doesn’t mean much to you, because you’re human, and if anything it increases your nerves tenfold — so once they’ve dressed you up in clothes and makeup that you’d never bothered to try on before, they’re so eager to get there that they walk in the freezing cold — at 10PM.
They seem to ignore you as one whispers a password into a little slot in the metal door in front of you. The entrance is located at the bottom of an outdoor stairwell, and with your lack of coat you were shivering impatiently in seconds, tapping your foot as you wait for the man behind the metal door to unlock it and let you in.
You barely registered Wendy squealing excitedly, voice increasing in volume as music began to introduce itself to your ears. “Welcome to Hell!”
You were instantly taken aback by the sheer fanciness of the venue that you step into; it gave off a warm glow with red and gold furniture and soft light from the lamps placed around the room. Booths of red suede and dark wood tables were placed here and there, and although there was one main floor, there was another raised area where more tables were situated.
A stage lays on the lower area, pushed against the furthest wall and was currently inhabited by a beautiful woman who’s voice ws almost as sweet and smooth as honey. It was almost otherworldly — actually, it was —, and if it weren’t for your friends pulling you along to a nearby booth, you would’ve ran to join the people dancing in front of it, even though it was completely uncharacteristic of you to do so.
“Pretty nice, huh?” Irene smiled, watching your fascination fondly. You nod, a smile on your face as your friends began to decide on what drinks they wanted. “We come here all the time. It’s pretty… secretive, so make sure you don’t let it loose, ‘kay?”
“Of course,” you breathed. You’d be stupid if you passed out the info on this hidden gem — nobody needed to know about the active supernatural community in Chicago, or all hell would break loose.
You couldn’t stop taking in everything around you; from the golden bar loaded with expensive bottles behind it, to the dancing people, to the amazing, sultry music — and then, your eyes drifted over to the corner of the room, up on the raised platform. There sat a group of men, all handsome and most with a cigar in their mouth and a woman under their arms. They were surrounded by cigar smoke and alcohol and they looked extremely dangerous but for some reason, you couldn’t look away — especially when you realise that you had stopped on the figure of a tall, brunette man who was already gazing back at you.
“_____,” Joy whispered urgently, following your eyes to the group of men and her own widening when she realised what you were watching. Her hand encased your wrist and at her desperate tugs you found the strength to break your eye contact. “_____, don’t look at them. It’s better if you just ignore their presence completely.”
“Why?” You frowned, voice quiet, as if they could hear you — but you weren’t taking that chance, not in this place. “W-who are they?”
“They’re called NCT,” Wendy interrupted quietly, eyes flickering behind you. “Vampires. Very powerful, very dangerous, best to be avoided — okay?”
Although you were no stranger to the world of the supernatural, you weren’t good at matching faces to names and honestly, if you had to guess what that group of good-looking men were, you would have thought that they were Fae — entrancing, ethereal, hypnotic, garnering everyone’s attention with little to no effort.
You felt guilty at the rush of exhilaration coursing through your veins, because you could most definitely feel eyes burning into your back and your mind was still focused on that mysterious brunette, but you exhaled, a smile pulling at your features. “Okay.”
There was almost a collective sigh of relief, and although the question of what those men had done to get people to fear them so much plagued your mind, you were quickly thrown into conversation when Yeri suggested that you and her go and get the drinks at the bar — the two youngest, she had said. And you couldn’t argue with that.
You were much too aware that he was still watching you as you and Yeri slip out of the booth and make the short journey to the bar, where two man with wands were whizzing up drinks at the speed of light.
“Um, one Mediterranean Depth, two Faery Rings, two Scarlet Hearts and…” Yeri trailed off, her eyes drifting to you uncertainly, and you immediately felt sick at the attention placed on you. You had no idea what half of the things she listed were — hell, you barely had any knowledge on mortal alcohol!
“U-uh,” you gulped, looking at Yeri desperately, “I’ll have—”
“She’ll have a Mortal Lifespan, Zelo,” a voice rumbled from behind you. You didn’t even have to turn to know who it was, and you’re shocked by the clammy feeling of your hands and the loud thumping of your heart. Yeri’s eyes were wide and she wasn’t discrete with her fearful staring, and everyone could see how she grasped your wrist and tugged you towards her.
He stepped beside you, though, and the ability to see him up close had you breathless. His hair was fluffy and longer than most of the men present, who wore their hair short and slicked back. Tan skin, a strong jawline, tall and thin, dressed in dress pants and a button up and his eyes, his eyes, they looked like pools of swirling dark brown, infinite and filled with flickers of golden amber and you couldn’t stop yourself from staring—
“Fitting, isn’t it?” He rose an eyebrow, eyes not even stuttering towards Yeri. His attention was focused solely on you. “Not many mortals come to Hell.”
You had no idea what to say. Your throat felt like it was closing up at the idea of speaking to Tall, Dark and Handsome, but he only seemed to think your behaviour was cute — your cheeks were burning when you heard a chuckle escape him.
“How is it?” He asked carefully when ‘Zelo’ passed you a short glass of dark purple iridescent liquid. You took a hesitant sip, ignoring Yeri’s desperate eyes as you let the strange flavour drift over your tongue and burn down your throat.
“It’s nice,” you answered, a shy smile appearing on your face. Your eyes flickered between his own and the glass in your hand. “Tastes like… blueberries.”
“Somethin’ told me you’d like it,” he grinned, before he stuck out a hand. “I’m Johnny, doll.”
Yeri was practically shooting daggers into your back, but as if you were compelled, you let your hand slip into his, smile growing as he pressed a kiss to the back of your hand. “_____.”
“_____, the others are waiting for us,” Yeri interrupted, but she wasn’t looking at you, only at Johnny. It was the most serious you had seen the usually bubbly girl. “We should go…”
“Well, surely, your friends wouldn’t mind if I stole this lovely lady for a dance?” Johnny inquired charmingly, his eyes floating from Yeri to you. “That is, if you want to, _____.”
Wendy’s words from earlier were suddenly very prevalent in your mind, and you felt as if you were caught between a rock and a hard place. You wanted to dance with him, so very badly — but your friends were adamant that you stayed away from him.
And maybe they would absolutely loath you after this — maybe they would call you an idiot, a stupid, brainless girl… But he was smiling so hopefully at you and you couldn’t bring yourself to turn him down. You didn’t think you wanted to, anyway.
“I… I’d very much like that.” Yeri was gaping by that point.
But you both payed her no mind, and your drink was placed back on the bar as he intertwined your fingers and led you to a spot in front of the stage, amongst other couples and groups. A slower, jazzier song had begun to play, and the singing had managed to get even more smooth, more seductive, more romantic.
“So,” Johnny murmured when you got into a nice rhythm. His hands were low on your waist and yours were placed on his shoulders, and strangely, you didn’t mind the close proximity of your faces. If anything, it made you want to close the distance… “I meant what I said earlier, you know. Not many mortals come to Hell.”
“Well I’ll have you know, Mr. Johnny,” you began quietly, playfulness seeping into your tone of voice, “I’m not like most mortals.”
“You sure aren’t.”
And he spun and dipped you, and you hoped vampires didn’t have terribly good hearing, because the amount your heart rate sped up was embarrassing.
Months had passed since the faithful night in which you were introduced to Johnny Seo — and you were thankful to say that you didn’t regret your decision to dance with him one bit.
Your loss of friendship with the Red Velvet Coven of Witches had been disappointing at first — they wouldn’t meet your eyes, and when they did you were on the receiving end of nasty glares — but you quickly realised that your friendship hadn’t been very strong, anyway, and you were better off not being friends with people as immature as they were.
Besides, you had made new friends. Not only had Johnny’s brothers welcome you with open arms, their friends and beaus were more than happy to make you feel at home. It was strange to think that the people you were closest to were mere strangers to you only a few months ago.
Things with Johnny were going swell. Even thinking about him had you positively glowing, but you were proud to admit that. It wasn’t hard to like him, in all honesty. With his charisma and humour and sweet personality and his protectiveness — you had really scored a goal this time. And, for once, you thought he liked you back.
You danced, you talked about things you had never talked about when the night blurred into early morning… He more often than not referred to you as his beau, his girl, his sweetheart — and even though you never confirmed anything, you thought it was safe to say that the feelings were mutual.
Which brings you to this moment. In Hell, with Nina’s smooth voice drifting over the pair of you like a warm blanket. The golden light cast upon your skin reminded him of the sun, and he knew that to him, you were just as important.
He held you in his arms like you were priceless, like he had to protect you. You didn’t know what had changed in him that night, but he seemed different — more open with his affections, for one. You had forehead kisses many a time that night, your fingers interlinked, his thumb rubbing circles against your cheek fondly; you were not one to complain, though.
“Did the Red Velvet ever explain much to you about vampires?” The peaceful silence between you broke the second the words exited his mouth, but you found them much more relaxing than the silent stillness.
“Not much,” you shrugged, lifting your head from his chest to meet his eyes. “Why? Is there something you want me to know, Seo?”
Johnny chuckled warmly, but he didn’t answer you, at least not immediately. He spun you gently, admiring the swish of your dress with every step you took, and then he pulled you as close as possible. “I just feel — as your personal vampire archive — that I should be educating you, baby.”
You giggled at his words, but rolled your eyes anyway: “Tell me something I don’t know, then.”
“Well,” he exhaled, biting his lip and throwing his eyes the the ceiling, as if he was thinking hard, “Maybe the most important thing to know — we drink blood—”
“How stupid do you think I am?” You snorted lightly, pushing his shoulder when he laughed at your reaction. “Come on — tell me something new, something interesting.”
“Okay,” he finally agreed, his playful smile melting down to a more sombre and serious expression. “So, vampires — they mate for life.”
“You gonna elaborate?” You tease.
“I’m getting to it — be patient, would you?” He clears his throat. “A vampire’s mate is picked from the moment they’re born or created. It’s like… the universe knows who will compliment them as a person, and a vampire knows exactly who their mate is just from being in the same room. You can smell them, you know — and like I said, vampires mate for life. Being away from your mate for too long can make you sick, it can make you hallucinate… You can only get rid of them if you reject your mate.”
“So you have a mate out there somewhere, huh?” You echoed, trying to not let the disheartening stone of sadness in your stomach show in your facial expression or voice.
“Somethin’ like that.”
He watched you carefully, scoping your reaction and registering every flicker of your eyes to the floor, every uncertain bite of your lips.
“That’s what I wanted to talk to you about,” Johnny continued slowly, and your head lowers. You expected the worst: he found his mate, and now you couldn’t be together. He’d go off and be happy with someone the bloody universe had picked for him…
“You… You’re mine, doll.”
You remember that moment perfectly; your head snapped up, your eyes were wide, and you stared at Johnny for a good 5 minutes before you found the strength within yourself to speak — and when you did… “Y-You — and me?”
“Not too disappointed, I hope?” He raised an eyebrow as your expression changed in seconds from shocked to confused to happy, eyes glassy and lips pulled tight in the most genuine smile you had ever managed to pull off.
“The exact opposite!” You cried, arms abandoning their places on his shoulders and winding around his neck. He gladly accepted your embrace, burying his head in the crook of your neck, and all he could think in that moment was how complete he felt.
“Heard you and Johnny were official,” the voice that is directed at you startles you, and if it were not for your strong grip on your bookshelf, you surely would’ve toppled over.
You peer down from the ladder you were propped up on, and to your utmost surprise you see Yeri. You haven’t spoken in months, and the confusion must show on your face. She rolls her eyes, crossing her arms and looking away from you.
“Just wanted to make sure you were still alive.”
You figure that with a conversation starter like that, you’d want to have your attention fully invested, so in secinds you’ve climbed down the ladder and are facing Yeri with narrow eyes and furrowed brows.
“You haven’t spoken to me in months,” you begin uncertainly, “Why now?”
“Look, ____,” Yeri sighed, “You’re new to this, okay? You’re human, too. You don’t know how dangerous they are. You’re going to get yourself hurt—”
“I appreciate your advice, but I suggest you leave,” you interrupt coldly. How stupid were you? Of course she would only speak to you when it concerned Johnny. “Johnny is on his way to meet me, and I doubt you’d like to see him face to face again.”
You climb up your ladder once again, and even though you’re browsing through the books, you can tell that the concern on Yeri’s face is genuine and it makes you more curious than scared. What grudge did the Red Velvet Coven of Witches have against NCT?
Yeri leaves after a few seconds of shaking her head at your stubborn nature, but you stay in your position, waiting for your mate to arrive. But day transitions to night, and Johnny Seo is nowhere to be found.
The library closes at 7 and you must look like an idiot, insisting that you’re waiting for someone and that he’d be there any minute. In the end, you’re forced outside and into the cold, but still, you persevere, sitting on the cold library steps. It’s chilly outside and you forgot a coat, but you can’t leave until he arrives and you get an explanation…
Shock rises through your body when a coat is dropped onto your shoulders, but the hope blossoming in your chest is flattened like a garden weed when you peer up and see Yeri looking down at you pitifully.
“We gotta get you home, _____.”
“He never skips out,” you croak, hugging the coat closer to yourself. But suddenly the realisation is more noticeable than ever and you feel your eyes prick with tears. “W-why would he skip out on me?”
She says nothing, and only offers you a warm hand up.
The symptoms come in slowly, almost unnoticeable. With every day that Johnny remains missing from your life, your condition worsens; at first, you begin to get headaches. Then, random pangs of pain throughout your body. Your eyesight goes fuzzy for random intervals of time, after, and dizziness follows.
You know that you’re not the only person experiencing the symptoms. Johnny must be feeling something — so why wasn’t he coming back to you? Had something happened? Or maybe — maybe he just regretted you…
Your ribs begin to ache. Every morning and night you throw up what little food you managed to digest during the last 24 hours, and you constantly feel nauseous. You began to see him everywhere — you began to hear his voice, and you could almost feel his thumb against your cheek, rubbing circles into your skin fondly as he normally did.
You’ve called out sick from work for the past 2 weeks, and you were sure your unemployment was imminent — and it was hard nowadays to find a job. And when you think it can’t get worse, it does — oh, it does.
Another scream is ripped from your throat as a sharp pain strikes your stomach like a lightning bolt. Your body is sweaty and tired, your head is pounding and tears are running nonstop down your face. The pain is unreal, but you’re glad that you’re not alone.
“It hurts, it hurts,” you gasp between breaths, clutching your stomach desperately. Yeri is brushing damp hair away from your face frantically, eyebrows furrowed and eyes glassy as you writhe in pain.
Since that day at the library, she had managed to worm herself back into your life, offering emotional support — and, when the pain began sneaking up on you — physical support, too.
You were completely in her debt for the friendship and care and support she had provided for you in your time of need. You could barely walk without collapsing but she was always quick to pick you up despite warning you to stay away from the man who caused this — she told you that you’d get hurt.
You never knew why she decided to stick around despite your blatant disobedience to her extremely important instructions, but you wouldn’t trade her for anything.
At first, she didn’t realise that your sickness was occuring because of the mate bond — but the second that she took out her spellbooks and researched your symptoms, she knew. Sympathy had filled her features, because she knew what pain was to come if Johnny didn’t come back to you. She had pet your hair fondly, voice thick with tears as she whispered, “Oh, sweetie.”
Needless to say, you had bonded with her in between the intervals of spine-breaking pain and tortuous breathlessness.
She had proposed that instead of you breaking your back trying to find Johnny, her coven sisters would search around the places he frequented at — because Johnny would surely smell you coming, and he’d be gone like the wind.
You pretended that the thought of seeing him, despite the pain he’d caused, didn’t make your heart skip a beat.
A choked whimper fills the air, your back arches off of your mattress and you have to restrain yourself from digging your fingernails into your ribcage in an attempt to stop the pain crackling through your lungs like a dozen sharp knives.
“Please,” you sob, “S-stop the pain… Please, Yeri—”
“Wendy is trying to find him, _____,” Yeri nods frantically, taking your hands in hers, “It’s okay, alright? Your body is just reacting to not being near him for so long — you’re gonna be fine, do you hear me?”
Her words do nothing to soothe the anxiety that wells up inside you as you feel the beginning of another wave of powerful pain — but this one is much more intense and scream-inducing than the other ones, and your body has grown weak and frail from hours of trying to not succumb to the excruciating sensations—
The last thing you hear is a panicked gasp as your eyes roll to the back of your head and your vision blackens.
The first feeling you’re aware of is the strange numbness of pain — as if everything you had been feeling had been doused in antibiotics and ointments that were only taking effect now.
The second feeling is warmth. There’s a heaviness over the majority of your body that you identify as your duvet, and a general warmth that you figure must be the sun shining through your window, but the more prominent source comes from something beside you — something breathing, something holding you close.
It’s that realisation that has your eyes fluttering opening, trying to adjust to the light in record time just to make sure that the person beside you is the person you’ve been longing for. And sure enough, when you stir and peer through your lashes at the man beside you, you’re faced with the familiar coffee eyes of Johnny Seo.
“Baby,” he smiles gently, adjusting you so that you faced him properly despite your expression of tired confusion. “How’re you feeling?”
“How… how am I feeling?” You croak, clearing out your throat with a cough. He nods expectantly, eyes almost urging you to speak, and the sheer concern in his eyes makes you laugh humorlessly. “I… I feel horrible.”
“The pain should be going down by now—”
“You left me,” you start, voice shaking with anger, “After explaining to me how severe the consequences of leaving your mate could be — you left me? You knew what I was going through but Yeri had to get her sisters to hunt you down—!”
“You don’t understand, doll—”
“Yeah, damn right I don’t,” you scoff, pulling yourself from his embrace and slipping from the sanctuary of your bed. You pull the dressing gown from your wardrobe, muttering to yourself furiously as you tie it around your waist — “And don’t call me doll, either.”
“Come on,” Johnny pleads, watching as you begin to fish for a hair tie on the messy surface of your vanity, “Don’t be like this, sweetcheeks—”
“Unless you have a perfectly good reason for why you left me out of the blue, Johnny Seo,” you narrow your eyes, “I’m going to continue being like this.” You turn your back to him and begin to focus on tying your hair up.
“I went to the library that day, you know.”
“Well, did I see you? No.”
“I heard you and Yeri, alright?” Johnny snaps.
You slow your actions, turning towards him slightly. “What does that have to do with anything?”
“It got me thinking,” he mutters, and you raise an eyebrow in confusion. He only exhales softly, climbing out of your bed and circling around it until he stands in front you. “I don’t want to hurt you, _____.”
“Hurt me?” You echo in disbelief, folding your arms. “You’re not going to hurt me, Johnny. I know that. I’m not scared of you or what you can do—”
“You should be.” His jaw is clenched, and in the next second, before your very eyes, you’re pushed away from your vanity and are pressed against the opposite wall — and despite his actions, he’s extremely careful with pushing you against the wall too hard.
He’s breathing heavily, and with a start you realise that two shiny, gleaming white fangs are pressed into his bottom lip. Despite the fact that he’s so close, fangs inches from your jugular, you don’t feel nervous.
“Scream. Run. Cry — say you hate me—”
“I’m not going to do that!” You exclaim. In fact, you don’t think you could ever do that. Even thinking of the words forming on the tip of your tongue left a sour taste in your mouth. “You want me to hate you but I won’t — I never have and I never will!”
Silence reigns over the room for the next moment, before he pushes himself away from you with a grunt, running his hands through his messy locks.
“I don’t know where this doubt is coming from,” you frown, easing closer towards him, “But you have nothing to worry about…”
You place your hands hesitantly on his triceps, and taking his silence as approval, you encase him in a hug, letting his chin rest softly on the top of your head.
“I trust you,” you whisper, pulling back to meet his overcast eyes. “Can’t you trust me and listen to what I’m saying?”
He holds your gaze for more than a while, his eyebrows are knitted together and he looks like he’s thinking much too hard about your statement, until he sighs and takes your hands in his.
“If you want to leave me, tell me now,” he begins quietly. Your heart sinks at the pure seriousness in his voice. It’s a tone you’re not too familiar with. “I’ll reject you, you can live a normal, full, human life.”
“You told me just a few weeks ago vampires mate for life,” you shake your head, your right hand pressing against the back of his neck to draw him closer to you. “I’m not going anywhere, Johnny.”
You swear you hear him sniffle a bit but he’s pressing his lips to yours before you can point it out, and the warmth that wells in your stomach is welcomed after the pain you had been living in for the passed day.
You huffed when you closed the door behind you and dropped your gym bag to the floor.
“Welcome home!” Jeonghan called from the couch, and you greeted him while toeing your shoes off. Rubbing your shoulders one by one, you walked to the living room. He moved his eyes from his phone screen to you and grinned. “How was the gym?”
You knew full well that while you had been working out, he had been more or less just lying down on the couch, and you sighed while stretching a little. “Exhausting. I could really use a bath…”
At that, Jeonghan suddenly sat up and put his phone away, while a playful grin took over his features. “Got it. Sit down for a bit, babe, and I’ll get you real soon.”
With widened eyes, you could only nod and mumble “Okay…” while Jeonghan quickly kissed you on the side of your head and disappeared into the bathroom. You sat down on the couch, still confused about what your boyfriend had in mind, and began fiddling with your phone to keep yourself entertained while you waited.
You didn’t keep track of the time, but it was probably no more than ten minutes or so later that Jeonghan opened the bathroom door and peeked through it, his torso bare and his lips stretched to a wide smile. “Alright, Y/N, everything’s ready. Come on.”
Unable to keep the smile from spreading to your lips, too, you got up and walked to the bathroom, unsure of what to expect. Once he had let you in, Jeonghan observed proudly how your expression went from curious to amazed, with your eyebrows rising and eyes widening and your lips parting into a fascinated “Wow”.
“Not bad, huh?” Jeonghan asked with a snicker, referring to the bubble bath he had set for you, as well as the candles by the sink and counter, placed so that they gave you some romantic lighting but wouldn’t set either of you alight. Your towels were hanging neatly from their hooks and even the small mat you had by the bathtub was placed a lot more carefully than it normally was. While you remained speechless, Jeonghan wrapped his arms around your shoulders from behind and whispered in amusement. “I also put that bath salt of yours into it.”
You turned around in his embrace and smiled at him as you wrapped your arms around his neck, smiling softly before bringing your lips to his for a moment. “Thank you.”
Jeonghan gave you another quick kiss and shook his head before grinning and sliding his hands down to your butt to squeeze it. “Now, let’s get in.”
Already nodding, you only registered his words a few seconds later. “Wait, so you’re joining?”
Your boyfriend shrugged, the playful grin still present on his face. “Unless you have something against it?”
After some quick thought, you shook your head and tapped Jeonghan’s cheek before pulling away from his hug so that you could undress. “Not at all.”
Jeonghan took off his joggers and boxers, and silently watched you take off your clothes as well, piece by piece, and by the time you were as bare as he was, his Adam’s apple had already bobbed more than once.
You grinned at him when you had finally put your underwear to the laundry basket. “Were we supposed to get in, or?”
“Ah, yes,” Jeonghan said hurriedly and laughed while motioning you to get in first, and you did just that. You let out a satisfied sigh as you soaked in the water, which was pleasantly warm around your sore muscles and overall tired body, and held a faint scent of your favorite fruit. It was strong enough for you to somewhat smell it, but weak enough not to be unpleasantly sharp - definitely a good buy. Jeonghan stepped in on the other end of the tub, and you felt his feet by your hips while he lifted your legs on top of his. “Do your legs need a massage?”
Squinting, you nodded slowly. “Sure… But what are you trying to make up for?”
Jeonghan’s bubbly laughter filled the dimly lit bathroom, and even you laughed a little. “What do you mean? Can’t I just pamper you because I feel like it?”
He had already started to gently massage your left calf muscle, although if you were asked, the massage was more tickling than it was relaxing. You shrugged. “Of course you can, it’s just… weird, I guess.”
“Don’t tell that to others, that doesn’t really make me sound like a good boyfriend,” Jeonghan hummed jokingly while thoroughly massaging your muscle before moving to the left one. “Either way, in that case I suppose I should pamper you a bit more often.”
You shrugged and stroked Jeonghan’s legs slowly, affectionately, and giggled. “You don’t have to. You’re the perfect boyfriend the way you are.”
He lifted his face, since he had been focusing more on your legs, and gave you a smile that was so soft that you knew your words had hit him hard. You freed your legs from his touch and got closer to him, and with some of the foam getting stuck to your hand, you caressed Jeonghan’s left cheek.
“I love you,” you said quietly and leaned closer to press a kiss to the corner of Jeonghan’s mouth, after which you pressed another soft kiss on the mole on his right cheek, from where you moved to his lips, this time giving him a full kiss. He chuckled and held you lovingly as you slowly found a comfortable position between his legs with your back facing him.
You played with Jeonghan’s feet with yours, and his arms wrapped loosely around your waist. He leaned down to kiss you gently on your neck, after which he merely leaned his head on your shoulder, and a lot less sensually brought his hands to the top of the water and caught a lot of foam with them before bringing them to you and covering the part of you that wasn’t underwater with it.
“A foam beard, really?” you laughed out when you felt him giving you one, and you turned back playfully. Jeonghan snickered.
“It suits you,” he said in amusement, and only laughed more when you brought some foam to his jaw, chin and cheeks as well.
“Now we’re matching,” you giggled, playing with Jeonghan’s hair while looking deep into his eyes, slightly hooded as they always were.
“Have you ever seen a beard be kissed away?” he asked with a straight face and started to lean closer to you. The corners of your mouth tugged upwards as you shook your head, and a mere second after that Jeonghan’s lips were on yours, playful and daring and passionate.
And when he later pulled away, neither of you had any foam on your faces, except a few rare spots.
When you had calmed down again and Jeonghan was playing with your fingers, he called your name, and you hummed.
“But actually… I wanted to tell you that I kindof accidentally dropped the photo of us that you had framed, and the frames broke.”
“Were you stretching on the couch again?”
You shook your head. “We’ll just buy a new frame.”
Jeonghan nodded and pressed a kiss to your shoulder.
You murmured. “I knew you were making up for something…”
I can’t think of a title yet, but anyway, here’s my contribution to small-yet-awesomesauce Trollhunters fandom! Very much inspired by @kurekoo underappreciated Troll!Jim art. I hope you enjoy!
It doesn’t normally take too long to get used to places, but in Jim’s position in Trollmarket, understandably, it’s a whole different story. A place like this would take a thousand lifetimes to even remotely begin to adjust to, but fortunately for him at the tender age of just sixteen, he’ll have a better chance than most.
He’d become familiar with the basics down here, the three rules practically ingrained into his subconscious now, yet human curiosity is one thing that no rule could control, especially if it involves incandescent green geodes abandoned on the floor outside the gyre station. Seeing that there was nobody around besides Blinky, who was at least twenty steps ahead (much larger steps than Jim’s, it’s worth noting), he reached down and picked the rock up, shoving it deep within his jacket pocket before catching up with Blinky, who was surprisingly oblivious to a bright green rock set against the shadowy stone floor.
“I heard it through what you humans call the grapevine that you have an important set of exams coming up soon, is that correct?” Blinky’s question forced Jim out of his fascination with the rock.
“Uh yeah, huh. Thanks for reminding me about that.” He replied caustically.
“Now now, Master Jim, these are important times as far as I’m aware! You have to keep up your appearances in school so you must take this seriously. Take a week off, study hard and the results will show! Argh! and I will take care of things down here.” Jim took Blinky’s word as gospel, and with a reassuring pat on the shoulder, he got sent off back to the surface. “You know where to find me if you need anything!”
“Likewise, I’ll see you later!” Jim shouted down to him as he ascended towards the portal. Argh! Would likely visit Toby at some point in an evening, so it isn’t as if he’d be completely devoid of the troll company he’d become acquainted to.
Unsurprisingly, the house was empty. Slinging his satchel over the bannister he took the stairs two at a time, striding into his room and crashing onto his bed with a sigh, a sigh at the realisation of exams the following week. He swore to himself that he’d study - “but only after I figure out what this lump is. Who needs Spanish anyway?” He took out the rock, still emitting its vivid green hue, bright enough to cast its own shadow. Placing it on his desk, he took a step back and just stared, and stared, for what felt to him ten minutes, but what would realistically be about two. At a loss, he sent a photo of the peculiar rock to Toby, before catching sight of him across the street.
He opens the window, and shouts onto the quiet suburban street below: “Tobes, check this out!” waving him over. Moments later they were mirror images of each other, gawking at this rock as it laid idly on the wooden desk. Toby eventually breaks the silence,
“It’s a rock, Jimbo.”
“Is that an opinion, or an expert opinion?”
“That’s my opinion. My expert opinion would be ‘it’s a glowing rock’”
Jim responded with nothing but a stern, piercing glare.
“Look, I don’t know what it is, okay? But green and glowing… I don’t like it. Would Blinky know what this is?”
“I suppose, but he’s got enough on his plate at the moment at the moment, seeing as you practically destroyed his collection of books. But it doesn’t matter, it looks neat enough, I’m keeping it.”
“That was the word juice! And you’re in on that too, you know, giving it to me and all.”
“Yeah I guess,” he says as he moves the rock from the table to the shelf on the wall behind him, oblivious to the fact that the glowing was enough to leave a jet black scorch mark on the table. “You ready for the prueba de la fatalidad?”
“No. I don’t suppose you have any more of that-”
“You’ve ruined one library, you’re not going to ruin the school’s too! Just read a damn book like a normal person would.” He chuckles to himself as Toby rolls his eyes to the back of his head as he leaves,
“You’re a butt, Jim!” Toby shouts from the street.
“Love you too, Tobes-” he heads downstairs to take a glass of water, picking up a ragged old Spanish textbook on his way back. Chucking the textbook onto the table, he returns and opens the book to where he’d left a sheet of paper as a makeshift bookmark, on the section to do with past participles.
“Oh boy, What a great way to spend a weekend! Neck craned over a book, learning a language I’ll never speak,” He utters enthusiastically through gritted teeth as he pushes himself back on his chair to stretch out, resulting in him spinning around a few times. “Okay then, past participles.” Neck craned over the textbook, he studies the wrote and the writ, occasionally stopping to make notes and take a sip of water, sometimes contacting Toby on the backhandedly named ‘puberty-patrol phone’, to which he received nothing but radio silence.
An hour or so later, as warm spring sunlight was beginning to curtail, he’d ran out of water, only this was much later than when he ran out of will to continue revising cooped up inside. Taking the glass from beside the book, he begins to head for the kitchen for a refill. Still in Spanish revision mode, he mutters to himself as he notices a peculiar, prickling sensation from within his arm.
He appeared to be walking with a stoop and a right handed lean, enough to throw him off balance slightly. The more he thought about it, the more he began to notice it. He pivots around awkwardly to leave his room with new intentions. Water could wait, this, whatever this was, seemed more urgent.
Panic abruptly set in, this was no pins-and-needles situation, it was definitely something more unusual, and something this unusual could most certainly not be human. Trollmarket would - hopefully - hold the answer to Jim’s predicament.
Grabbing his bag from the bannister, he races unsteadily down the stairs and immediately into the garage, crashing into the empty paint tins and other detritus which lined the far wall. Leaping onto his Vespa, he kickstated the motor and began to set off, only after he’d realised that he’s neglected to open the door. Letting the moped crash down with a metallic din on the floor, he reached down and opened the door with his left hand with urgency, not wanting to risk excessive use of his right. With a now clear path, he mounted the moped and restarted his journey, correcting his balance constantly as he attempted to adjust. Being a Saturday, the streets were quiet, which fortunately meant no obstacles for Jim to have to avoid. The bridge was now within touching distance, rounding the sharp corner into the drain, albeit with a much wider turning circle, he was propelled down the concrete slope to the wall, riskily riding sidesaddle to speed the dismount process. With no regard for the moped, he let it continue at speed, crashing into the wall with a tinny peel which echoes along the drain.
The speed was too hard to handle for Jim as he trips over his own feet, sending him to the same fate at the Vespa; a concrete faceplant, Dull pain sets in as he lay dazed and stinging on the floor. The speed at which he’d impacted the wall has split his forehead slightly, sending a small trickle of blood running down the side of his head, which he briskly wiped away, but what he felt came as a shock to him, enough to snap him out of his dazed state.
“What in the-” The texture of his hand felt like it had turned pebbly, almost chiseled. His bag still over his shoulders, Jim grabbed the crystalline horngozzle and picked himself up off the floor. Still slightly pained, he began to roughly trace out the semicircle to open the portal, however, his usually precisely scribed portal had, understandably, become a jagged mess of an arc, something which closely resembled the work of a five year-old with a worn out paintbrush. Not that that mattered, it would still open. Placing his hand on the space in between, the concrete shattered, revealing the dark spiral down into the caves.
Frantically dashing down the crystal stairs and onto the cobbles of Trollmarket, he clumsily searched for a familiar face among the crowds which towered over him like living monoliths. Eventually he blindly, and literally, ran into Vendel, who responded with disgust.
“Goodness! James Lake, do you not have eyes?”
“Vendel! There’s something majorly wrong happening about now, look.” He reveals his hand to Vendel, who retorted swiftly to keep everything surreptitious.
Somehow, cutting to these two is more cruel than just getting the Envy business over with.
Huh. That was actually… fascinating. Wrath asked Hawkeye how she felt about Bradley and Selim being Homunculi, and she replied that she was sad that the family she dedicated her service to was built on lies, pretending to be the humans they so despised.
Wrath then shared that his entire life is a lie, and there was literally only one thing he was able to choose for himself.
Can a Homunculus who loathes humans really love one of them? Doesn’t that make him a hypocrite? Indeed, he said he chose his wife. But nothing about how he feels about her.
(based on those ‘first kiss’ strangers kissing strangers videos)
~ my gift to my lovely followers ~
Dean was standing now, most of his weight held on his left leg. It caused his hip to jut out just slightly, and his right leg to extend in front of him to the side. It accentuated the natural bow to his legs, made them look long and strong. His hands were in the pockets of his jacket, with its collar turned up, edges brushing his down turned chin. His looked up without raising his head.
He was in the center of the front of a large classroom on Stanford’s campus. The area of this part of the classroom had been cleared away and lights had been set up to illuminate the space. A video camera on a tripod in between the two front rows was trained on Dean while the man behind the camera made adjustments and took light readings.
Finally the man looked out from behind the camera and was joined by two other people that Dean knew very well. One was his younger brother, Sam. The other was Sam’s girlfriend, Jessica Moore. She held a clipboard in her hands, and Sam held a write and wipe board. The man behind the camera, Gabriel, was speaking to them in quiet tones. At length, Sam scribbled something on the board he was holding, then came to stand in front of Dean.
The board said, ‘Dean Winchester. Interview clip #1. SU Health and Human Sexuality “First Kiss” video. 04/04/14’. Gabriel called out that he got the opening shot, Sam stepped away, and Gabriel yelled out, “Rolling!”
A Day with the (Raptor) Squad [Owen Grady x Reader]
Author’s Note: lelelel what is this. This was super random and out of nowhere. But I actually kind of want to keep writing for Jurassic World. So here, have something goofy and fluffy. Can’t go wrong with goofy and fluffy. C’mon, guys.
I plan to do !Demon Finn, Cesaro, Baron Corbin, Roman Reigns, TJ Perkins and Seth Rollins too but not necessarily in that order. I’m writing by whichever guy strikes my fancy / inspires muse for a spin on this little plot bunny of mine.
You are the newest member of the Glam Squad and you work backstage. You’re attracted to Dean ( and unknown to you, Dean shares those feelings) and Bray realizes this and decides to use you to get some much needed revenge for the breaking of his beloved chair a year ago. A brawl ensues.. And then some steamy fluffy stuff. I tried to keep Dean relatively IC to his Lunatic character ( and throw in hints of Moxley like we’ve been getting lately on SD.) so hopefully, I did that.
This is the second in god knows how many of these, and I really, really, really hope you guys like it. If you want to be tagged in a certain wrestler for this, ( i’m doing several different versions of the same idea ) then let me know!
I could feel his
eyes on me, again and true to my suspicions, when I turned around,
Bray Wyatt was leaning in the doorway to the makeup room, watching me
like a hawk just like he had been for almost three weeks now.
It was more than a
I asked, keeping my tone neutral, not too friendly and not full of
fear either. Bray Wyatt is the living embodiment of my worst fears..
He’s built like my ex and he has these crazy fucking eyes. So yes,
I tend to keep a wide berth if I can.
My throat was
closing up a little and I felt myself fidgeting nervously. The door
to the makeup room shut and Bray smirked at me as he walked a little
semi circle around me. I eyed him warily, stomach clenched and heart
pounding away at my chest the entire time.
“You’re a pretty
little thing.” Bray told me finally and I bit my lip because how do
you respond to that when the person saying it terrifies you and
brings back really, really bad memories? “I, err.. Thank you?” I
dragged my hand through my hair and tried to sidestep him but he
grabbed my wrist. “I think, pretty little thing, I’m startin to
see the fascination Ambrose has in ya.”
stated, his eyes boldly fixing on mine.
“Look, he barely
knows me.. I just did his hair once or twice, gave him a few
massages. We.. We barely talk.” I stammered … well shit, ___, if
you didn’t want the big scary asshole knowing you were afraid of
him, way to go with hiding it… I thought sarcastically as Bray
chuckled and his fingertip chucked my chin gently and he shook his
head. I scowled at him now, annoyed because he was up to something, I
could feel it.
And it scared me.
“But you wouldn’t
mind if it were different, would ya, pretty little thing? I see you,
ya know… Watchin him like he put the moon in the sky and told the
stars to twinkle.. And Ambrose isn’t a guy you ought to be
worshippin. He’s like the rest of these mindless sheep. But me…”
Bray suggested and I studied him with a confused and slightly
embarassed look on my face.
“But I know it
won’t be different.. Look, whatever this is, leave me out of it…
Please? I work backstage. I want no part of this whole thing you’ve
got against him.” I pleaded and even as the words were leaving my
mouth, I felt pathetic and weak. But I was too afraid to really push,
to really get angry. God knew I wanted to but I just couldn’t.
“I’m afraid I
can’t do that, pretty little thing.. See, when Dean Ambrose broke
my chair.. he made this even more personal. It was the only thing I
had left! And he took it.. Then the higher ups, they called our
feud.. somethin about it getting too personal.. But me… now I know
his weakness.” his beefy fist slammed onto the makeup counter, it
sent two MAC foundations that weren’t capped properly spilling
across the smooth white surface. I swore lightly and then glared at
Bray while my heart continued to climb further and further into my
throat. Bray smirked at me as he moved closer. Gulping, I asked the
stupid question. “What’s his weakness?”
“You are. And I’m
thinkin that maybe, if I take you into my little family, ____, it’ll
give me my revenge finally.” Bray had that crazy look in his eyes
again and I laughed which in hindsight probably was not a good idea,
but this whole thing was bizarre..And I was scared to death.
“What are ya
shakin for? No need to be afraid.. Maybe in time you could feel
somethin for me. Because I’ve noticed you and I want you.. You just
said yourself hon that Ambrose doesn’t even know you’re alive.”
Bray’s voice was almost slippery smooth, like a politician and I
cringed a little as he leaned in and his finger trailed over my
Yelling and noises
out in the hallway caught my attention and I was going to go and see
what it was but Bray cut me off. “You don’t need to be worryin
yourself with all of that, pretty little thing.” he was standing in
the doorway and I could see the all out brawl as it took place, I
watched as Roman and Seth and Dean triple powerbombed a groggy Luke
Harper through a table in the hallway and I winced when Randy went
for the RKO, letting out a breath I didn’t even realize I was
holding when at the last second, Roman hit Randy with one hellacious
spear to stop him from getting the upper hand on Dean. Seth shouted
something about security incoming and the brawl grew more heated,
even the new guy James that Dean’s kind of taken under his wing was
trying to do whatever he could to help out Dean and Roman and Seth.
Bray tried to slam
the door shut but it was at that second that Dean locked eyes with
him. And growling, Dean lunged through the door, knocking Bray on the
ground and grabbing me, carrying me out of the room. I was deposited
wordlessly between Roman and Seth as Dean stormed back into the room
and threw Bray out, the two of them brawling in the hallway, using
anything they could get their hands on as a weapon.
I was about to go
over, to try and stop it, still not even sure why in the hell this
was all happening but Seth stopped me, shaking his head as Roman
explained calmly, “Dean will get really pissed if something were to
happen to you. And really pissed Dean is not something we want.”
“What the fuck
even is happening?”
“She’s mine ya
god damn son of a bitch! And if ya even breathe on her again, I will
fuckin gut you!” Dean was fighting security as they pulled the two
men apart, shouting that at Bray who just calmly smirked at him.
Seth chuckled and
told me with a smirk, “I’m thinking what you just heard makes
everything that just happened self explanatory?” and James
Ellsworth walked over, giving me a polite nod as he told Roman and
Seth, “You guys might wanna go get him. Got loose from the guards
halfway down the hall and he’s going after Bray with every
intention to murder the guy.” as he leaned against the wall, shyly
trying to avoid my gaze and compose himself.
“Dean really likes
you, ya know?” he blurted out, his hand going to his mouth as he
I raised a brow and
laughed a little, shaking my head. “He barely knows me.”
“Oh, he knows
you.” James blurted out, making me raise a brow. “What do you
mean?” I asked, but Dean’s throat cleared and he told James
calmly, “Go walk it off, bro.”
And then this whole
other side of the Lunatic came out and it was almost strange. He
tentatively grabbed my wrist, his eyes scanning them and the rest of
my arms as he swore, still fuming mad with murder in his eyes. “I’m
gonna fuckin kill him.”
“The hell, woman!
He left fucking bruises.” Dean’s eyes finally met mine and when I
saw the varying emotions in them, I went from perfectly fine to non
functional hot and wet stammering mess in exactly two seconds. “I’ll
be fine.” I managed to mumble but roughly, Dean’s hips pinned my
body against the nearest wall and awkwardly, his hand came up,
caressing the side of my face as he pulled me into an intense and
bruising kiss. I gripped his bicep and his t shirt and he growled
against my lips as he grinded against me and nipped at my lips. “If
I hadn’t have gotten into that fuckin bar fight with Orton because
he was makin comments about the things he wanted to do to ya, Bray
never woulda figured out anything.. I never woulda had to admit
anything.” Dean was pacing in front of me now, swearing to himself
and talking a mile a minute with his hands as he did so.
When I burst into
laughter he scowled and then asked, “The hell is so funny about all
of this, huh?”
Dean, because if you like me, all you have to do is maybe come out
and say it?” I surprised myself and him both when this time I
pinned him against a door, pulled him by his shirt collar down so
that my lips could reach his lips easier and pulled him into a kiss
that I only hoped poured out and accurately expressed every single
thing I felt towards him… Because honestly, I’m just as bad as he
is with words… And too afraid to give someone that much power over
how badly they could hurt me ever again.
He whimpered and
grinded against me and I bit back a moan as I broke the kiss to
breathe and wiped my lips as my eyes met his. “I like you.”
He eyed me warily,
almost as if he didn’t believe me at first. I repeated the kiss and
mumbled against his lips, “Strike that.. I love you you gigantic
“Can I get used to
that whenever I do somethin ya like?” he mumbled breathlessly as
his hands moved up and down my lower back, finally settling on my
ass, squeezing. I bit my lip and nodded. “Thank you.”
“I wasn’t gonna
just let that crazy bastard come after you.” Dean muttered quietly
and I gave a soft giggle, finger dancing down the center of his chest
as I held his gaze and told him quietly, “If it matters, I did
swoon and that was hot.”
“It was hot, huh?”
he chuckled as throats clearing from nearby broke through our own
little world and we looked up to find not only Roman and Seth but
Jimmy and Jey and James standing there, smirking and laughing as they
shook their heads.
“Next time, uce,
just tell her you want her? Then maybe crazy people won’t try to
lock her in a room with them and brain wash her? And maybe you won’t
spend all your nights out with your boys fightin off half the damned
roster because they insinuate that they want to make a move?” Roman
chuckled as he taunted Dean who grumbled something and held up his
middle finger before sliding me up his body.
“Let’s get the
hell outta here.” he muttered as I blushed but nodded and rested my
face against his neck and shoulders, lips brushing his neck and
making him growl a little, tense a lot. “Would you relax?” I
asked, laughing softly.
“Lips on my neck,
baby girl.. Keep doing that and see what happens.”
“Where are we
going?” I asked as we entered the parking garage and Dean stood me
on my own feet long enough to dig through pockets full of stuff to
find the keys to his rental SUV. “Somewhere away from everybody.
Somewhere away from that fucking fuck Bray because if I see him
again, baby girl, I’m gonna murder him this time.”
Dean.. It’s over.. You handled it.” I leaned against him as he
grumbled and scowling, informed me that he hadn’t handled it because
Bray was still breathing. I gave a playful roll of my eyes but I smiled to
myself because seeing this side of Dean, knowing that he felt the
same way about me that I did about him.. Knowing that when it
mattered, he’d protected me.. It was hot and it only made me fall
harder for him.
do you have a podfic tag??? if so can you link it??
Hey there Nonny! We do not have a tag, but since I’m obsessed with Podfic we’re going to make a master PODFIC REC POSSSSSSSSSSST!!!!!!!
For anyone not familiar, a podfic is basically a fanfic audiobook and it’s the BEST THING EVERRRRR. Gay porn in the car, gay porn in the gym, gay porn waiting for class to start, at the park, you can listen to fanfic anywhere!
Now as a slut for explicit fics, all of these are going to be explicit. These are either favorite fics, favorite podficcers, or both. Hope you enjoy! -Emmy
“Today is Scott’s first day of kindergarten and Derek is terrified.”
Length: about 3.5 hours, good for FLUFF needs
This is a super popular Sterek fic, and a great read by Rhea314. She’s got a very calm, even tempo-d voice, and conversational tone. This is one of the few fluffy fics I like, it’s just a lovely story with delicious Stilinski Family Feels and is a kidfic done right (Scott and Jackson are de-aged and Derek’s nephews, they’re age appropriate in their speech, which I love).
“You’re going to ride me, baby boy,” Derek says, breathing against
his mouth. “Going to squirm all over my dick. Feel my cock grow thick
and hard inside of you. Going to soak your pretty thighs with your own
come, and when you’re all fucked out I’m going to carry you up to my
place and take you apart.”
Length: 20-25 minutes, good for PORN needs
Analise has a great flow when she reads, very conversational, and she commits 10,000% to the complete filth that is this fic. :D For the professional public smutter, not for the quick to blush. lol
“This is a casual, adult relationship based on sex, and it is awesome.”
In which Stiles and Derek have a great time buddyfucking until a burrito
ruins it all.”
Length: 30-35 minutes, good for FEELS and FLUFF
Anatsuno is one of my FAV podficcers from my inception days, and I was so excited to find more she’d done in Teen Wolf. This is a sweet Sterek story, I really like Derek’s characterization and the dynamic he has with Stiles.
“Stiles and Derek work in the same building and every day ride up in the elevator together.That
is pretty much the extent of their relationship—until one day the
elevator breaks down, trapping the two of them inside and maybe forcing
them to admit to each other that the attraction is mutual.Or, the one where Stiles and Derek have sex in an elevator.”
Length: 2 hours, good for FEELS and SMUT
I love Thilia as a podficcer, her voice is seriously like Xanax. It’s so smooth and even paced, I honestly had a problem listening to her at night because she kept lulling me to sleep. lol This fic is super sweet, a nice combo of feels, cuteness, and smut.
“Stiles finds himself in a secret werewolf community to participate in a mating run. Sterek happens.”
Length: ~23 Hours, good for PLOT and SMUT
This fic is LOOOOOOOOOONG and kind of lags at times, but Stiles is cute and I love the OC Shane, not to mention this is a MASSIVE amount of podfic (listened to it while I drove across country, made the time fly by!). Araline’s reading is solid, she’s got great expression, especially for Stiles’ voice.
Stiles Stilinski is a minor league baseball catcher who just got
promoted. Derek Hale is a star major league pitcher with a knee injury
who just got sent down to the minors. Stiles is drawn to Derek, but the
further invested he gets, the more questions arise. Why does team owner
Chris Argent have it out for Derek? Why is Derek so emotionally
constipated? And what the hell is Coach Finstock going on about? Minor
league baseball has more intrigue than Stiles ever imagined.”
Length: 4-4.5 Hours, good for FEELS
Chemm80 has done TONS of podfic, and they’re always well read (good pacing and inflection) and the audio is always really clear. I’m a complete slut for a good Baseball AU, and I really liked the dynamic between Derek and Stiles in this. The plot gets a little crazy near the end, but hey, Kate and Gerard are good for bringing the crazy :D
“Scott tells Stiles to stay away from Derek, who is in heat. It doesn’t work so well”
Length: 1-1.5 Hours, good for SMUT
Dodificus is another podficcer I’ve loved since Inception. Her narrations are so conversational and on point, I wish she was still reading fics. The fic itself is smutty goodness with a touch of dubcon/badwrong. A Derek in heat is a possessive Derek, I can see this not being everyone’s cup, but it’s definitely mine :D
“Stiles and Derek act like a couple. But they’re not. Seriously! Derek
has a boyfriend and Stiles has a girlfriend. They’re just friends,
overly-attached and possessive friends, but that’s it. Right?“
Length: 1 Hour, good for SMUT and COLLEGE AU
I can’t explain why I love this fic/podfic so much, it’s just satisfying. Love the college AU setting, the friendship to lovers thing with Sterek, gay heartbreaker Derek. UGH. I love. The reading is great too, very soft and easy going.
Stiles didn’t know how Derek sleeping on his floor developed into
sleeping in his bed, or how cuddling ended up turning into Derek humping
his ass. He didn’t agree to being knotted in the school locker room,
either. But what can you do when Derek Hale wants something? He’s the
Alpha, after all.”
Length: 55 Minutes, good for SMUT and IN RUT!DEREK
Neverbalance is another one of my favorite readers, she’s got the even pacing and tempo I like, with a calm conversational flow. The fic has some dubcon and so heed the tags if that’s not your bag.
kiwi: what’s something that fascinates you? a lot of things huh but if you wanna see me cry from fascination show me some photos of inseong northern nature idk icebergs and forests covered in snow and some mountains and northern lakes and like anything purely northern I’ll cry. northern forests are so good? oh. I can never be able to explain what I feel but like I do cry when I see extremely beautiful northern landscapes. and northern lights even tho i grew up in an area when u could see it sometimes I still cry. and I’m not even exaggerating, a lot of tears were shed ._.
i don't know if you're serious about the cult thing but if you are then holy shit please post about it, even if you have to make a secret sideblog for it, i'm fascinated by cults and i like learning things about them.
huh… it’s something online but i think it’s more of a joke but honestly? i’m not sure. something based around serial experiments lain ill post about it