#300 followers prompt

[a-leg-without-fear]

The Miranda to His Ferdinand

this is actually the response to this ask from the lovely @yarrystyleeza!!! i was so frickin inspired and ended up writing this :)

Ship: College!Matt Murdock x f!Reader

Rating: 18+

Wordcount: 1.3k

Warnings: lots o' Shakespeare, kissing, suggestive material

Series: Request Fulfillment

Your dorm's mattress creaked as you and Matt settled on top. He sat to your left, braille script clutched in his hand, with his sunglasses tucked into his shirt collar and his hair ruffled after a long day. An easy smile settled over his full lips.

"What's the play, again?" he asked, an eyebrow cocked as a large hand swept over the front page of his script. Long fingers traced the raised bumps on the solid white pages.

"The Tempest," you replied with a sighed chuckle, "It's about a woman, Miranda, who's lived on an island her whole life, knowing only her father and their slave, Caliban. Ferdinand shipwrecks on their island, then he and Miranda fall in love. Typical Shakespeare stuff."

Matt laughed at your synopsis, shaking his head, "And you're auditioning for Miranda, I'm guessing?"

"Nope, Caliban," you snarked in return. Matt rolled his eyes as you stuck your tongue out at him.

"Alright, Caliban. Which scene are we reading?"

"The last part of Act Three, Scene One," you said, flipping your script to the correct page, "Should be page ten in your booklet."

Crinkling pages filled the comfortable silence between you. It was quick work to find the correct page, considering the section you'd be reading from was labeled "MIRANDA AUDITION." The booklet lay open in your palms as you scanned briefly through the lines. You could almost feel the adoration formed by the prose, the pure affection woven into the words. Shakespeare truly was a genius.

"Okay, page ten," Matt announced, breaking your silent reverence of The Bard. You cleared your throat.

"Right. Ready?" you asked as you straightened your posture. Matt nodded, gesturing for you to start. A deep breath filled your lungs, chest expanding like a balloon, as you tamped down your nerves.

"Do you love me?" you read from the script. You glanced at Matt out of the corner of your eye. His lips ticked up in the corners as he read his part.

"Oh heaven, oh earth, bear witness to this sound," he began, fingers rapidly skimming over the pages, "And crown what I profess with kind event if I speak true. If hollowly, invert what best is boded me to mischief. I, beyond all limit of what else in the world, do love, prize and honor you."

You couldn't breathe. Not when Matt's sightless gaze was fixed right between your eyes. Not when this profession of love came from him so earnestly. Not when your years of pining after him had finally bubbled to the surface.

"I-I am a fool," you stuttered. You shook your head, clearing the distracting thoughts, then tried again, "I am a fool to weep at what I am glad of."

Matt placed his free hand on your knee. Your heart pounded against your ribs, anticipation leaking into your blood like ink in water.

"Wherefore weep you?" he read softly. His dark eyes traced the space around your head. Almost searching, scouring for your answer in the planes of your face.

"At mine unworthiness, that dare not offer what I desire to give, and much less take what I shall die to want. But this is trifling. And all the more it seeks to hide itself, the bigger bulk it shows. Hence, bashful cunning, and prompt me, plain and holy innocence. I am your wife, if you will marry me. If not, I'll die your maid. To be your fellow you may deny me, but I'll be your servant. Whether you will or no."

A tense silence fell over the two of you like a sudden burst of snow. Your pulse coursed rapidly under your heated skin. The weight of the line you'd read felt world-encompassing. Would he understand that it wasn't just you reading words? That the meaning behind them is what you felt?

"My mistress, dearest, and I thus humble ever," Matt whispered, a faint glance of understanding passing behind his eyes. You swallowed a lump the size of a baseball.

"My husband then?"

The hand nearly burning a hole in your knee wrapped its fingers around your own.

"Ay, with a heart as willing as bondage ever of freedom. Here's my hand," Matt breathed, fingers tangling with yours. Your breath caught behind your lips. This is happening.

"And mine, with my heart in it," you said shakily.

That same silence. Charged like the static before a lightning strike. Nearly choking you with how intense the moment felt. The pad of Matt's thumb rubbed circles into the back of your hand.

“Does Ferdinand get to kiss Miranda in this scene?” he asked, gaze landing on your lips. Your heart leapt like a horse over a hurdle. Swirls of anxiety and finally! chased each other through your mind.

“It-it’s not in the script, but I think ad-libbing is more than okay,” you said as your heartbeat roared in your ears. Matt’s signature, cocky smirk pulled at his lips.

His hand seemed to move in slow motion as it lifted from his braille script and cradled your jaw. Palm warm, almost searing, and calloused like you could barely believe. Yet you’d never felt anything softer. His thumb passed over your flushed cheek slowly, giving you plenty of time to pull away, before it caught on your bottom lip.

“Is this okay?” Matt asked, voice barely above a whisper, as his thumb pulled gently on your lip. A shudder rolled over your spine like rumbling thunder.

“Yes,” you uttered with a quick nod.

Before you could blink, his lips were pressed against yours. Lightning struck your mind and rendered you breathless. Shocks coursed through your veins. Your heart nearly stopped beating.

He was kissing you.

Matthew Michael fucking Murdock was kissing you.

You quickly reached out and clung to him like he was your lifeline. You didn’t want this moment to end. This singularity that felt impossible, your whole life building to this one kiss. 

Warm fingers carded through your hair and tangled in the strands. Matt pulled you closer, your chests pressed together. He swiped his tongue along your lips to silently ask permission. You more than welcomed the intrusion as an involuntary moan kicked up your throat, opening your mouth to grant him entrance. A groan of his own matched yours in kind. He licked into you like you were the first drop of water after a month in the desert. Drinking from you, clinging to you, almost desperate.

Your head was spinning. You could barely breathe. Your hands shook where they clung to Matt’s t-shirt.

And just like that, it was over. Matt parted from you like separating two strong magnets. His forehead rested against yours, heaving breaths puffing along your cheeks. You screwed your eyes shut at the loss of his lips on yours.

“I could… I could do that forever,” Matt laughed breathlessly. You grinned as you opened your eyes. His sightless gaze was fixed on you. Pure adoration flowed from his joyful expression, how his eyes crinkled in the corners and how his dimples dug into his cheeks. You couldn’t help but match his wide smile.

“Me too,” was your clever response. You inwardly groaned at your quick wit. Matt chuckled, placing a chaste kiss to your hairline.

“When’s your audition?” he asked, like how close he was didn’t render your mind completely useless. You took a moment to gather your deteriorating thoughts.

“Tonight. At eight,” you said. Matt hummed.

“And what time is it now?”

You glanced at the digital clock that sat on your nightstand. In bold, red letters, the clock displayed “4:48 pm.”

“Almost five,” you replied. Matt ran the tips of his nails over your scalp. Pulses of pleasure coursed through you, your head tipping back in his hands, as your eyes fluttered shut.

“I think that’s plenty of time to run the scene some more, don’t you think?” he suggested, voice a low rumble deep in his chest. All you could do was nod.

And if rehearsal ran long, who were you to object?

[shiorimakibawrites]

Shiori's 300 Follower Celebration

Thank you for following me! Let’s have some fun!

From August 19 until August 31, send me requests for prompts and headcanons. I write for Matt Murdock, Frank Castle, Peter Parker, and Michael Kinsella.

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[da-birb-writes-sometimes]

CONGRATS ON HUNDRED DOVE!! you sent me a risqué ask for 100 so now i do it back to ye-

"caught in the rain" with leona :D or ruggie, if someone got to him first! ehehehehehehhehehehe you can see stuff 😳👀 for free ✨✨✨

btw your ask is sending me so hard but i'm already typing out so much for leona so your ask is gonna be the last one for the event lol

Caught in the Rain; Leona Kingscholar

Content; Fluff, gender-neutral reader, reader needs to get bonked with a stick (/j)

Content Warning; Swearing

Word Count; 700+

AN; Don't expose my ass on my own blog, Soru /j. (just trying to feed your own simping along with the simps) But I hope you enjoy what I wrote for Leona and this prompt! As a reminder, do not put my work — or others for that matter — into AI as it steals. Link to Masterlist

The sky lay heavy with dark clouds, the smell of rain thick in the air, yet not a single drop had yet to strike the ground. The air was dense with humidity, warm from the harsh sun’s rays from earlier in the day. But yet, you found yourself outside, trying to find Leona.

He had invited you to spend your summer break as his guest in the palace. Well, less so 'invited', more so demanded.

“Do you have anywhere else to be, herbivore? I thought as much. Come on, you’re staying with me.”

You still don’t really know why, but you weren’t going to throw away the chance of staying someplace beyond nice for the summer… plus Leona wasn’t so bad once you got to know him. Yes, he puts on an act of not caring, and being abrasive, but you knew that he cared, that he worried. Also, the two of you had been having this back-and-forth banter for months; blurring the lines of just friends bickering and something... more. But neither of you had made a move. It just hung in the air between you, nearly as suffocating as the humidity now; potent with the possibility of a massive storm.

Back to the present though. You were on the outskirts of the palace, looking for wherever Leona had decided to take a nap for this afternoon.

“Leona,” you called, but all you heard in return was the low rumble of thunder in the distance. Where is that overgrown house cat? I swear if I get caught in a downpour because of him… “LEONA!”

The first drops of rain began to fall, gentle and sparse. But you knew full well that in a few minutes' time they would be falling hard and fast.

“LEONA KINGSCHOLAR?!” You shouted at the top of your lungs.

You heard an annoyed huff of air off to your left, and looking up you saw none other than Leona lounging in the low-hanging branches of a tree.

“Ya don’t need to yell, ya know,” he sighed, landing softly on the ground. He looked up to the sky and frowned before setting a slow pace back to the palace. “Are you coming or what, herbivore?”

You followed after him, catching up so the both of you were going at a comfortable pace. Thunder was still rumbling, and the rain was slowly picking up, but there was no rush. Well, there wasn’t any rush until there was a flash of lightning and it seemed like the entire sky’s worth of water came down all at once on the both of you.

“Shit,” Leona hissed and guided the both of you to the relative cover of a tree to wait out the worst of the monsoon. “Just our luc-” He stopped talking when he looked at you though.

You were spitting out some stray rainwater that had managed to get into your mouth. But once the intruding water was gone you looked over to him but you felt your eyes lock on his torso; the white shirt that he was wearing was now completely see-through and you could see everything. Stop staring! Damn though- STOP STARING! But your eyes refused to move.

Leona noticed this, and he also took in your drenched appearance but was more subtle with it. “Tch,” he tapped you on the nose, breaking you of your staring stupor. “My eyes are up here,” his voice was teasing though, light.

You snapped out of it, catching his mirthful eyes. “You’re beautiful,” you whisper. You felt your face grow warm at the slip of your tongue, but it was true. Even before you openly ogled at him, you always thought that, but never said it to his face.

Leona chuffed, but he didn’t say anything; neither denying or accepting your statement. “You aren’t half bad yourself,” he said softly.

The two of you sat underneath the tree, still in your soaked clothes, watching the rain fall together in a comfortable quiet. And while the first golden rays of sunlight may have been stunning, the both of you thought it was nothing when compared to the captor of your hearts; each other.

After all, you still had the rest of the summer to build on this new development.

[summer-of-bad-batch]

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[yyawnjun]

GUYSSS me and lia were drafting drafts, and now I need y'all rec on what to focus first ! I'm not gonna add too many details, just pick what you feel the most.

I will start working on that fic after replying to all of the various asks that i have (AND im loving)<33

[just-here-with-my-thoughts]

"Don't avoid the question"

@summer-of-bad-batch week 7 prompt

It's not a full fic this week beloved readers: I've chosen to feature this dialogue prompt in an upcoming chapter of my WIP Adrenaline Crash: 5+1

Sneak peek below of Echo trying to wrangle Hunter as his feral instincts take over. Like the sound of it? You can find the Savage Hunter series on my AO3!

Echo stilled his movements, turning his full attention to his Sergeant.

“Hunter.” The name carried weight, invoked like a talisman. “Can you control it?”

The rasp of Hunter’s breath was too rapid, uneven and shallow. As Echo surveyed him the storm-brown eyes were unfocused, glazed with concentration as the enhanced clone fought for dominance over the powerful instincts the Kaminoans had instilled in him.

“Hunter!”

“What?” he snapped, teeth audibly clicking together as he bit out the word.

“Can you control it?” repeated Echo forcefully.

He’d seen Crosshair confront Hunter when he was in this state, knew the sniper’s playbook for trying to hold his brother back from the brink. Had never considered that he would have to be the one to step into that role.

The tension in Hunter’s frame was wound so tight that once it snapped, he was sure to explode into motion. Echo could see it already in the spasms of his muscles that he tried to conceal.

“The others are down there,” Hunter grit out, the words a guttural snarl forced past clenched teeth. With a flinch of movement he started forwards, then stayed himself, shaking his head violently like trying to dislodge the feral whispers which plagued him.

“Don’t avoid the question.” Echo voice was sharp, an unmistakeable edge of command colouring his words. “Can you control it?”

[lilac-hecox]

i don’t have a specific request but something with spommy or kimney? congrats btw!

Spencer/Tommy - Spommy - Staff Meeting

*This is inspired by the reading Youtube Comments Sm*sh P*t Theater and the Smoshoffice series and is meant to be silly and wacky

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“So, just a reminder that we’re all co-workers here and we want to be professional with each other, and while Smosh doesn’t disallow relationships between employees this is still a workplace,” Nate says, fidgeting a little at the whiteboard in front of the conference room. “Questions?” Spencer raises his hand. Nate eyes Spencer warily, but nods. “Spencer?”

“So, how come Anthony can call Ian submissive and breedable but I have to get a warning when I ask Tommy about his penis?”

Tommy, who is across the room, drops his face into his hands. Anthony and Ian are seated next to each other at the head of the table. Anthony immediately turns red and Ian chokes on his cup of coffee, sputtering a little. Courtney is quick to hand Ian a napkin.

“Um,” Nate says, “I guess we shouldn’t really be calling each other submissive and breedable either?”

“That was a joke,” Anthony stresses, his face going a darker pink.

“Yeah right…” Chanse mumbles from the opposite corner of Spencer.

Angela offers her hand for a high five as she lets out a stream of giggles. Chanse gives her a pointed look and shakes his head, and he quickly takes her wrist and lowers her hand for her.

“I want to be clear that Spencer and I don’t really talk about my penis all that much,” Tommy says.

Spencer looks wounded, “I was just worried about you!”

“Anthony and I are just friends,” Ian says, “I want to stress that too.”

Amanda rolls her eyes, “Anyone who thinks Ian and Anthony are really just friends raise your hand.”

Spencer glances around to see not one person in the meeting has raised their hands except Ian and Anthony themselves.

“Well fuck,” Ian says.

“You two were cuddling in the bean bag chair in your shared office,” Shayne points out.

“We got tired from writing the new sketch!” Anthony says defensively.

“You called him hot yesterday,” Damien adds.

“I’m hyping up my best friend!” Anthony insists.

Ian’s face is red.

“Angela said she knows what Damien sounds like when he has sex!” Anthony retorts.

“That was one time!” Angela snaps.

Damien groans.

Nate is quickly losing the room and stands nervously in front of the lot of them.

“Guys, bring it back in- “

“Courtney said the other day that Garrett is ‘kinda daddy’!” Ararsha says.

Courtney’s eyes widen, “Arasha!”

“Sorry, I got caught up in the moment.”

“Yeah, well you said you would take Amanda to O-Town!” Courtney says in return.

“Oh,” Amanda says the same time Arasha huffs.

“Guys!” Nate says.

Spencer stands and he can hear Tommy groan.

“I’m in love with Tommy!”

Zoe bursts into the conference room and flicks the lights on and off suddenly, gaining the room’s attention.

“This is an office and not middle school so sit down and let Nate finish, please.”

The cast takes their seats and Spencer feels his face get hot. He doesn’t dare to look over at Tommy, his confession hanging heavy in the air of the room.

The meeting ends with Nate scheduling everyone for a mandatory workplace conduct training. Afterwards, Spencer is at his desk, pretending to work while silently freaking out.

“Hey, um, Spence, you busy?” Tommy asks, drawing Spencer’s attention from his computer screen.

Spencer wants to say yes, but he blinks and then shakes his head.

“Not really, what’s, um, what’s up?”

Tommy moves and sits on the small couch that is in the game’s office hub. Spencer rolls over closer to Tommy, scared of what the other man might say after Spencer confessed to his feelings during their morning conference meeting.

“So, this morning…was that, uh, a joke or do you really feel something towards me?”

Spencer feels his face getting pink and hot.

“I, um, like you a lot and I get if that’s weird for you and you hate me now or- “

“As if I could hate you,” Tommy says, fondly, a smile on his face.

“You don’t?”

“I think you’re an idiot, but like, in a puppy kind of way, you know?”

“Don’t you hate dogs?” Spencer says.

“Dogs but not puppies.”

“So, there’s a chance here?” Spencer asks, a smile on his face.

“Yes, but no more asking about my penis in public,” Tommy says.

“Deal,” Spencer says, “but does that mean I can ask about it in private?”

Tommy laughs, “I mean, I hope so.”

[thelordofgifs]

Congrats on 300 followers! Fic prompt if you want: Maedhros has been released from mandos because of Reasons but maglor is still MIA in middle earth and mae has Some Thoughts about this

Thank you for the prompt, anon! Sorry it's been *check notes* a month and a half.

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Maedhros was almost the last of his family to return to life; only his father still lingered in the depths of Mandos, and would, some said, until the end of the world itself.

Maedhros found he cared very little about this. He had spent too long, in his first life, reminding himself that he was Fëanor's son, and Fëanor's heir, with all that entailed; and it had led him in the end only to ruin. Perhaps, this time around, he might do better. If even Curufin could walk again with the wife he had disavowed, and the son who had disavowed him – if Celegorm, who had wronged an elf-maid so cruelly, could hunt with Aredhel of all people once more – perhaps there was hope.

Well, there was more than hope: there was Fingon, who had been waiting for him when he first emerged from the Halls of Mandos. With the solid weight of Fingon's warm hand in his, Maedhros had begun to believe that living again would be possible. It was a belief that lasted until the first tear-filled reunion with his mother and brothers was over, and he asked, "Is Káno yet to return from Mandos?"

Everyone went very quiet.

At last someone – he did not later recall who – informed him that Maglor would not be returning from Mandos. Maglor had never died; and, as far as anyone knew, he wandered Middle-earth yet, although the Grey Havens were long since abandoned and no ship had sailed the Straight Road for many Ages of the Sun.

"I searched for him," Elrond told him, later, when Maedhros sought him out to ask. "I looked everywhere, for thousands of years. Galadriel, too, although she won't admit it. He did not want to be found."

The Maglor-of-memory was a laughing, sociable creature, whose dark eyes had always flashed brighter in company, and whose voice had always soared most sweetly before an audience. In the days of their youth – strange, now, to think that Maedhros had ever been young, although his skin was as soft and unmarred as it had been when he was a babe – Maglor had delighted in dragging him along to every concert's after-party, every impromptu poetry reading and outdoor picnic gathering as Telperion bloomed.

He had come to the Mereth Aderthad because Maedhros had asked it of him, and Maglor had always done as Maedhros asked; but he had enjoyed it, too, in a way that Maedhros, then not two decades free of Thangorodrim, could not. It was his clearest memory of the feast, now: not the careful diplomatic work he had put in between course after course of too-rich food, not the unclouded kindness of his uncle's smile, not the moonlight gleaming silver off the lake as Fingon embraced him where no-one else could see, but Maglor's clear bright laugh sounding above the chatter of the partygoers.

And even after everything had been lost, he had still loved the children they had stolen deeply; he had been happiest in their company, with one on his knee and the other nestled into his side, or as they grew older in the schoolroom learning their lessons and in training-yard as he taught them how to fight. Their few remaining followers, too, had increasingly turned to Maglor when they ran into small difficulties, for he did not shudder in disgust from those he had led into slaughter, and could yet summon up a smile when they spoke to him.

That Maglor, then, could ever choose solitude willingly! What had been done to him, who had always taken solace in the society of others?

Maedhros knew the answer to that, actually.

"I really did try everything," said Elrond, who was a venerable elf-lord now, and yet did not sound so different from the six-year-old Maedhros had met long ago.

"Yes," he said, and then he went away, unable to offer any better comfort.

It had always been Maglor who had offered comfort.

He would not be welcome in Alqualondë, even now. But the Bay of Eldamar was long, and there were beaches enough for lonely wandering here, within sight of the Sundering Sea. Long ago Maedhros had stood on the shores of Losgar and thought that name apt indeed – and although all the world was changed since that moment, the breach in his heart remained.

He knelt to dip his fingers in the salty water. Perhaps far away Maglor was doing the same. The brine would sting the burn on his blackened, withered hand, although the soft uncalloused skin of Maedhros’ palm did not protest its own submersion. Perhaps Uinen, weeping yet for the slaughtered Teleri, called up storms to disturb the glassy water as Maglor drew close; perhaps the seagulls of Elwing’s acquaintance swooped squawking at his head if he lingered in one spot too long. And did he not deserve it?

The Halls of Mandos were supposed to heal one’s spirit of its wounds, and there were few wounds deeper than those left by self-destruction. Although Maedhros knew, theoretically, how he had died, he had not thought of the moment since his return to life. Now the memory came rushing back to him: the terrible pain of the Silmaril in his hand, and the same holy light charring Maglor’s slim clever fingers as they curled around the jewel. Maedhros had led Maglor to it; he had pushed Maglor into stealing the Silmarils from Eönwë, and Maglor, unwilling, had done what Maedhros had asked of him.

“He does deserve it,” Maedhros said aloud, to the vast unfeeling Sea. “But – I did too, and—”

It had been too much to bear, the knowledge of what he had done to Maglor. Maedhros had jumped rather than face it. But he was alive now, and must reckon with this last and greatest crime: he had left Maglor. He had led his brother all throughout their miserable, bloody decline, and then he had abandoned him.

With some surprise he realised he was weeping. He had not yet shed a tear in this life; nor had he cried once in the last since the Nirnaeth Arnoediad. Maglor had wept for him, instead, had readied every brother for burial and bathed their dead faces with tears, had sung Maedhros to sleep with the laments written for their funerals. He had not been crying before Maedhros had jumped, but perhaps he had after.

Maedhros could not ask him. He would never see Maglor again.

Here, then, was the bitter truth: there were hurts yet past healing, and wrongs that the fire could not sear away. Maglor was gone, and it was Maedhros’ fault – and though he might mourn here forever, wandering the shores of Aman in some fruitless attempt to shadow his brother’s steps, it would not suffice to bridge the endless waters that lay between them.

What was left, then, in the face of that terrible self-knowledge? Only the sound of the lonely wind, which, try as he might, would not carry the sound of Maglor's voice to his ears, and the tang of salt upon his lips, and his tears falling vainly in the thankless Sea.

[momojedi]

MOMOJEDI'S 300 FOLLOWER CELEBRATION

I'm frankly said super surprised we actually reached this goal and that I didn't give up on this blog sooner. I absolutely adore posting on here, even with my occasional writer's block and so I wanted to thank you through this little event. I know I still have some open requests, but this is a bit more important to me, so I we'll go with this instead for now!

CHOOSE THE PROMPTS HERE: [1-50], [51-100]

The rules are simple:

You may choose up to TWO prompts and one character. This is an x reader event, so no ships.

I write mostly fluff and angst, very little spice only

Most of my readers are gender-neutral, so you get very limited body descriptions

All Star Wars characters are available (specifically Clone Wars, Bad Batch, Mandalorian and Prequels/Originals)

BE PATIENT PLEASE!

Once again, thank you for more than 300 followers. This really means so much to me <3

[acciocriativity]

PICNIC DATE - PSH (FROM THE 300 FOLLOWERS EVENT)

(Pictures are not mine, credits to the rightful owners)

Thank you so much @monstaxdirtywonk for the request! I hope you enjoy it 💕

Ateez Masterlist

You took a deep breath as you got out of the car.

The air smelled like fresh flowers and petrichor still, from the storm two days ago. Now the sky was blue as it could get. The soft blow of the wind and the low heat sun in your skin was the perfect combination to make this day even more perfect.

You didn’t even hear Seonghwa moving to get the basket and blanket out of the trunk until he stood right beside you.

You smiled as you felt his calming presence. His perfume could easily mix him well with all the scenery, and it’d be like he belonged there.

“Ready?”, he asked in a whisper as his hands held yours in a light grip.

You nodded and you both walked through the field of flowers until you found a nice spot closer to the trees.

“Doesn’t it feel like our first date all over again?”, you said as you both walked side by side.

You really thought you were free from teasing, it was a special day nonetheless. You kind of deserved it, right? Well, that was your first mistake.

“Do I still make you that nervous?”, he asked with a smug smile in his pretty face as he looked over at you.

The day of your first day with this very man beside you was… interesting, to put it lightly. You knew better now, though. In these two years, you learned how to make Seonghwa fold in a snap of your fingers.

“Do you really want to say that when you blushed like a tomato when I kissed you earlier today?”

The memory alone made a light pink appear on Seonghwa’s cheeks. You were visiting his parents this weekend, it was a first for both of you. For him to introduce someone to his parents, and for you to be introduced.

In his defense, he wasn’t prepared to show kinship in front of his parents so early. His heart have never beaten so fast in his life. Also, his parents cooed at him because as they said, “look at him all grown up”, which wasn’t on his bingo card of the year.

But then he looked at your cute, smiley face with that shine in your eyes, how could he ever be mad at you? Instead, he felt his heart swelling with the amount of love he felt for you.

The moment fades into the reality in front of him. You were still waiting for an answer, an eyebrow raised and a huge teasing smile on your face.

“You’re too adorable, how can you be so adorable?”, he smiled as he held your face, oh so carefully, between his two hands and got close to your squished face.

The 360° of his behavior took you a little bit off guard, but every day with Park Seonghwa was a surprise. You couldn’t resist how beautiful his smile was, you kissed him once again.

So you both sat on the soft blue blanket to eat snacks together and enjoy that moment to yourselves.

It was a lazy Tuesday evening in a separate area of a 2-hour-drive public park, so there wasn’t a lot of people there in the first place, just like both of you planned it.

“Isn’t a bit cold right now?”, he asked as he rubbed his own arms in an up-and-down motion.

It was a spring day, so you were quite surprise and worried. Maybe that was a sign he was getting sick? You both were stuck in the rain for a few minutes…

“Do you feel anything else, love? Maybe it’s a cold”, you said as you rubbed his left arm yourself.

You were ready to get up and get the jacket you insisted on bringing with you, when he leaned into your shoulder.

“I’m so cold, we should cuddle”, his voice was barely a whisper in your neck as he nuzzled himself in that sensitive area.

You felt the soft air in your neck and recoiled a little, but he wrapped his arms around your middle and clung to you. Looking down, there was only a mess of brown hair, but you knew he was grinning.

“Aren’t you the cutest?”, you asked as you caressed his hair, knowing well that he wouldn’t deny it when he is soft like this.

It is quite of a rare sight when Seonghwa lets you pamper the hell out of him like that. Most of the time, the roles are always reversed as he insists on babying you as much as he can. It is an instinct at this point for him.

“You are”, he whispered as he closed his eyes, letting the feeling of your hands sink in.

“You’re literally amazing, babe”.

“No, you”, he whined as he said it louder.

“No, you!”, you said as you held back laughter.

“No, you”, he leaned away to look at you in the eyes, just to show how serious he was as he said that.

You both held a stare down for 5 seconds.

You were just as passionate about it as him.

You tried to keep being serious, but then both of you laughed so hard, nether of you had the strength to get up anytime soon.

So you didn’t.

[wallpapersdehetalia]

300 followers event post # 1.

Prompt 1: China

Prompt 2: Orange

[a-leg-without-fear]

Leggy! Congratulations! 💜 medium caramel frappe with Matthew with a shot of office sex. ✨

Thank you so much!! One caramel frappe, delivered to the office, coming up!

Matt's desk rattled loudly. Computer, pencil cup, notebooks, picture frames full of either you or Foggy and Karen. None were safe in Matthew's wake.

He had you pinned to the desk, your front pressed into the secondhand wood, as he pounded into you from behind. His back and arms caged you in, heavy breaths panting into your ear, as he leaned over you. It was hard to breathe with how relentless he was.

Quick, brutal thrusts inside you. Over and over and over again until you were left gasping and seeing stars. His cock brushing deep on every push inside of you. You swore you could feel him hit the back of your throat.

Matt grunted, "Shit, sweetheart. Doing so well for me."

All you could do was moan breathlessly in reply. Your mind was thoroughly fucked-out. A misty haze had settled over your thoughts like a warm blanket. He nipped under your ear, grazing the spot that made you whimper.

You weren't sure what you'd done to warrant this reaction. When he'd greeted you at the office door, things seemed perfectly normal. You'd brought lunch so you could spend time together on his break. Then Matt had his door locked and you bent over his desk. It was hard to connect the pieces. It was hard to even keep your eyes open.

Matt's hand trailed down your body, brushing over your overheated skin and rumpled clothes, before he brought his fingers to where you needed him most. He started stroking and teasing. A loud moan choked out of your mouth.

His other hand clamped down over your lips. You could feel his breath fan over your ear and neck where he leaned over you.

"Don't want anyone else hearing you. You're mine, understand?" he uttered through gritted teeth. You gave him a shaky nod.

It was going to be a long lunch break.

[brighteststar707]

Lollipop 🍭 for Saeyoung (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠❤

She/her pronouns. Maybe like mc falls for him not expecting much back but then with time realizes that he might have feelings for her too? I think this would be fun to see in the post SE timeline when Saeyoung can take time falling in love. And MC wasn't pushy or invasive in his route, she was understanding! She helped Saeyoung bring Saeran back and kept supporting him any way she could during Saeran's recovery. As she spends more time with Saeyoung she realizes that she has genuine feelings for him and she notices that he might be feeling the same way. This might be a bit too much backstory for a drabble 😅 do feel free to add or change anything you like! I'm excited to read it ♥️♥️ congrats again for 300 followers!🥳💕💕

Lucy! Thank you for your patience!

This request was a lot of fun to write, though it did take me some time to figure out how best to frame it. Don't apologise for the extra backstory, I love hearing about the ideas you have in mind!

The concept of Saeyoung and his MC falling for each other slowly after the events of his route is one I really enjoy. It's probably a lot healthier than what happens in the route. He needs his time to come to terms with everything else before ever considering love.

I took most of your prompt and changed the perspective a bit, so it's Saeyoung realizing his feelings after everything is said and done. I hope you enjoy <3

✧ Lollipop ~ Having a crush

Today’s outing takes a detour to a little coffee shop. After a few hours of walking around the park and exploring different shops, they’d both like a break. It’s an unremarkable building, the kind of place that’s easy to miss if you’re not paying attention but surprisingly, the inside is warm and welcoming, like a little hideaway from the streets outside. Saeyoung likes it from the moment they enter. How she ever found this place, he doesn’t know.

They pick a good variety of pastries from the case to go with their drinks – they’ve never been the type to do half-measures – and then settle into a booth by the window. He sits opposite her, and the table is small enough that his legs risk bumping into hers. He tucks them under his chair instead.

Since the twins' lives had settled into a new sort of normal in the bunker, Saeyoung had found himself with a lot more free time on his hands. Saeran did not need him in the ways he once did (in fact, his independence is key to his recovery). The agency had imploded and his father had finally been served justice. He wasn’t sure what was left for him to do except stare at the walls of his office. He had never had any ambitions beyond the life he had been previously living. They were never allowed.  

She had caught him in the middle of a crisis where he had spent weeks closed up indoors panicking about the openness of his future. She encouraged him to come outside with her, it had been so long since they had last seen each other, after all. They went for a walk around the empty land surrounding where he lived, talked about life, the little things, and then later the big scary things. 

This gesture of hers had awoken in him a feverish desire to catch up on everything at once, the life he had been missing all this time. They immediately started making plans for when to meet up next, where to go and what to do.

No two outings so far have been the same. Sometimes, they just pick random exits off the highway to go exploring. Other times, they went to the cinema or a museum. The RFA joined them sometimes, like the time they managed to convince Jumin to hold a game night at his penthouse (those shiny new consoles were just begging to be used) and the time they all went together to watch Zen perform in his latest show. Saeran even agreed to join once or twice, like when they got ice cream at the park or when they went to go visit an art gallery. A lot of the time, though, it was just the two of them.

They didn't mind it that way. It was no secret that they had always been closer than the others. Even from the beginning, when they were just strangers in a chatroom, they managed to still joke around in ways the others didn’t understand. There was an understanding between them, a product of their personalities and the things they had been through, that would be difficult to replicate with anyone else.

Even now, as they sit in the café sipping their drinks, the silence is comfortable. He can read the expression on her face as she watches the people walk by from the quirk in her eyebrows and the slight smile that curves the corners of her mouth.

She catches him watching her, though, and quickly locks her eyes on his.

She flashes him a cheeky smile and says, “Something catch your eye?” and his stomach does somersaults. Did she always look like that?

Despite all the time they had spent together, both before Mint Eye and after, sometimes it felt like he was still just noticing things about her he probably should have noticed before this. The smell of her shampoo when she got into his car earlier today. Her arm brushing against his when reaching for a book on a shelf next to him. The proximity of their knees under the table.

If he looks visibly flustered, she doesn't let on. She instead replaces her question with another one. She asks him about how life is going in the bunker. How he is coping, how Saeran is coping.

He tells her that he is looking at houses, that he's trying to find the best way to broach the idea of moving to Saeran. How to involve him in the process, so he has a say in where they end up living. He tells her that it's getting easier on most days to talk to each other.

He doesn't give her the half-answers he's used to giving. How could he? She has seen him in his entirety, at his worst as well as his best. It's no use lying to her even if he wanted to; she has been involved with their reuniting and recovery since day one.

She is the reason he survived the whole ordeal at all. When he was falling to pieces at the apartment, she was the one who brought him food, who didn't try to pry. She stubbornly refused to let him punish himself for things that weren't his fault. Then, when it was time for him to go and rescue Saeran, she agreed to go with him without question.

He remembers waking up at the hospital and finding her curled up asleep on a very uncomfortable looking chair. She hadn’t left, even after they got rescued. No, she remained until he was discharged, bringing with her well-wishes from the others and news on Saeran’s recovery. She is the one who broke the news to him about V and who let him air out his frustrations as well as his grief.

When he was finally discharged, she promised him that she was just a call away. He thanked her (he will likely never stop thanking her) but promised himself that he would not burden her with any more of his troubles.

He went on to focus on Saeran’s care. It was worse than he could have imagined, to see his brother in that state. The anger, he could take. He deserved it. But the emptiness, the apathy he saw from the person he once knew to be so joyful scared him like nothing else. He could rescue Saeran from Rika and the drugs she put him under. He could not force him to keep living if he didn't wan to, however.

That’s how he ended up calling her again. From then on, she often accompanied him to hospital visits. She’d wait for him in the waiting room every time he went in, and on days when he couldn’t, she would go in instead. Afterwards, she’d encourage him to talk about the things on his mind. She was the first person to hear about his plan to break Saeran out of the hospital.

He allowed himself to accept help from her and offered her the same support in return. On more than one occasion he stayed on the phone with her till she fell asleep because memories of the basement cell and gunshots and screams were keeping her up. He understood that some things she’d never be able to explain to anyone else.

As he rebuilt his life, she was an essential part of it. He survived because of her friendship and promise that he would never be alone if he didn't want to be.

The time passes quickly as they share pastries and discuss the pros and cons of the different types of houses he is considering. He isn’t sure when their adventures became more about seeing her than doing whatever activity they had planned. When he started calling her just to ask her what she was doing and to hear the sound of her voice on the other side. He is already dreading dropping her off at home later and returning to the bunker by himself. Without her, things feel off-kilter.

There is a small voice telling him that he knows what he's feeling. That he had felt it once before, in a time when she was just a grainy figure on CCTV footage and a voice over the phone. The spark of something that had been stifled by everything that came after.

He leans forward to show her a listing on his phone, and their legs bump under the table. It doesn't look like she notices but he can feel his heart racing. He must say something funny, because she tips her head back to laugh and the sunlight catches on her hair.

And then all the pieces slot together like the world's most obvious puzzle and he is left dumbfounded by his own obliviousness.

Before he can process his realization, before he can try and figure out what it means, the words tumble out of his mouth.

"I love you."

There it was, out on the table with whatever was left of the pastries.

She immediately straightens up and looks at him with wide eyes.

"What did you say?"

Is he imagining things, or does she sound flustered?

"I... love you." He says it slower this time and it sounds almost inadequate.

"Oh."

He's not imagining things. She fiddles with her sleeves and looks down at the table as if it'd be able to hide the smile that's slowly growing on her (definitely blushing) cheeks. Before he can think of something (anything) else to say, she takes a breath and looks at him. She's smiling shyly, it's a look he has never seen on her before.

"That makes me so happy, Saeyoung."

"Does that mean..."

Her smile widens and she nods. "Me too."

"What- why didn't you say anything?"

"I didn't want to dump my feelings on you after everything. I thought it would ruin things."

"As if you could ruin anything."

They hold eye contact for a second before they both burst into a fit of giggles out of relief and the absurdity of it all.

He reaches for her hand across the table. Their legs bump and cross under the table, and he doesn't mind how much the contact makes his heart race. In fact, he relishes it. He wonders what it would feel like if she were closer, whether it would simply stop beating all together. He can't remember the last time someone was this close to him.

They have spent the last few months catching up on life he has missed. As he squeezes her hand between both of his and digests the certainty of their confessions, he realises that this is only the beginning.

[inkstainedhandswithrings]

300 Follower Celebration!

so, I go on Tumblr with my laptop for the first time, only to see that I just reached 300 followers???

Thank you guys so much!! Tbh I really wasn't expecting that today lol

But! It's great timing because I've been wanting to expand my master list a bit. So, im opening my requests, HOWEVER! i am currently very busy with university and moving out (in like two weeks), so for now I'll limit it to 5 slots, and then see if I have capacity for more.

Rules:

choose a prompt from this list please

I will write platonic and romantic but no smut

please specify if you'd like a female or gn reader (you can also request fics with my OCs!)

I will write for the clones + for Obi-Wan and Ahsoka

Once again a big thank you and HUGGIES to all of you lovely people <3333

[summer-of-bad-batch]

Summer of Bad Batch has reached 275 followers!!

🥳🥳🥳🥳

What would we think of voting on another bonus prompt when the blog reaches 300 followers? (I might even put the vote on Google forms…for old time’s sake…and *cough* voter fraud 😂)

[random0lover]

Anyone have a good prompt list for october? I’d really like to do one but I’m not sure…