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[kingsofeverything]

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𓈒 ENHYPEN HYUNG LINE REACTION WHEN YOU SUDDENLY SIT ON THEIR LAP ˒

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HEESEUNG (이희승)

you sit down onto heeseung's lap out of the blue, and he immediately wraps his arms around your waist, a surprised laugh escaping him. "need anything, doll?," he says, his voice tinged with amusement and affection. he leans in, planting soft kisses along the curve of your neck, sending a shiver down your spine.

"didn't expect to have you in my lap, but I'm definitely not complaining," he murmurs, his warm breath tickling your skin. he snuggles his face into the crook of your neck, holding you close as if never wanting to let go. "you're too irresistible for your own good." his words are accompanied by a playful squeeze around the waist.

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JAY (박종성)

as you settle onto jay's lap suddenly, you feel him stiffen slightly beneath you, his expression a mix of surprise and confusion. for a moment, he just stares at you, processing the unexpected closeness.

after a few moments, you feel his arms slowly wrap around your waist, pulling you in closer to him. his touch is hesitant at first, as if he's unsure of what to do, but then he relaxes into it, letting out a soft chuckle. "well, this is unexpected, angel," he whispers, his breath warm against your ear.

as the minutes pass, jay begins to whisper small things to you, his voice filled with affection and warmth. "you know, you always manage to surprise me," he says softly, his arms holding you securely against him. "but I have to admit, I like it."

JAKE (심재윤)

as you settle comfortably onto Jake's lap, he barely reacts, simply adjusting his position to make you feel comfortable. as if it's the most natural thing in the world, he wraps one arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him, while his other hand gently tilts your chin upwards to meet his gaze.

he leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your lips, his touch gentle and familiar. with a slight tilt of your head, he deepens the kiss, leaving your lips nearly swollen. pulling back just slightly, he gazes into your eyes then at your lips

"you know you don't have to surprise me like this for my attention," he murmurs, his voice filled with warmth. "but I'll never complain about having you in my lap." he leans in to kiss you again.

SUNGHOON (박성훈)

as you suddenly sit on Sunghoon's lap, he can't help but suppress a knowing smirk, though he tries his best to look innocence. "well, look who's feeling bold today," he remarks, his tone teasing as he tries to play it cool..

his arms loop around your waist, drawing you in closer to him, "did you need something, princess?" he asks, his voice tinged with amusement as he brushes a stray strand of hair from your face. leaning in, he brushes a soft kiss against your cheek, his lips lingering for a moment longer than necessary.

"you always know how to keep things interesting," he murmurs, his voice deep and quiet.

[seozii]

──── ❝ BIG BABY ❞ 🧍👶

He was the tall and energetic one, you were the short and calm one. That’s basically golden retriever x black cat right?

⸝♡ fluff, est.relationship, golden retriever x black cat, teasing, 643 WC, 𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑

“Omg stay still will you?” You complained with a serious expression at the taller male who let shaking his head and wincing in pain to every touch made by your hand and his wound.

“How can I when it hurts so bad?” He sobbed quietly glaring at the bottle of ointment in your hand.

“Ugh you’re such a baby” you smirked feeling a bit inferior after knowing small things like this made him cry.

It was honestly crazy to you how a whole tall and intimidating looking person like him was actually a big baby under those covers. “I’m done now stop crying will you?” You asked reaching out your hands to gently wipe away the tears on his face, getting caught up in his beauty for a moment. “You look like a clown” you randomly blurted out, laughing at his pouty face.

“Hey?!!! I do not. You’re just a mean person” he huffed quietly folding his arms over his chest, clearly offended. “But thank you so much! I love you!” He beamed excitedly pulling you into a big tight hug, burying your head deep in his shoulders

“Hey let me go, your hug is so hard” you muffled in his shoulders trying to break free from the tight hug.

“No. I want to keep hugging you” he declined pulling you even closer. “Plus, I love the feeling of your smaller body on mine” he teased, giggling at your flustered reaction. “Ahhh you’re so cute when you’re flustered” he smiled lightly pinching your cheeks.

“Shut up” you muttered under your breath.

—

A loud sigh of relief escaped your lips, a small smile tugging the corner as the cool evening breeze made contact with your skin.

Over to your side was Jake skipping Happily like a child who had no worries in his life.

You hate to admit it but Most times when Jake acts like an energetic little puppy you can’t seem to bring yourself into ignoring him. He was just too adorable but of course your personality wouldn’t let you admit it.

Up ahead was a small ice cream shop that seemed to be having a bit of discount off their prices today.

You thought it was a good idea to take Jake over there and maybe give him a nice treat for once. He was always the one buying things for you sometimes so why not let the tables turn around.

“Hey umm.. Jake would you like some ice cream?” You asked staring into his eyes, your expression lightly softened.

He gasped, “omg! Yes I will love an ice cream right now. Rahhh you read my mind” he jumped up and down excitedly which was nothing but an adorable sight.

You let yourself get carried away adoring Jake that you didn’t know when words slipped out of your mouth. ‘Cute’ you accidentally mumbled but loud enough catching Jake off guard.

His eyes widened at your sudden words, his lips slowly curling up into a smirk. “What did you say? I swear I heard you say cute” he chuckled in clear disbelief.

It was very rare of you to express your love and affection with things like “words of love, physical touch” and much rather by buying gifts or doing small touching actions that looked meaningless to some people. All that matters to you was, your partner felt loved and appreciated.

Of course you wouldn’t blame Jake for acting that way.

“I- i- n-no ugh just forget it!” You rolled your eyes staring at the ground with a flustered look. “Come on let’s go inside” you ushered him into the store in front of you.

“Ahhhh you’re so down bad” he giggled teasing you, capturing your hands in his, like it was an everyday thing.

“Shut up” you shushed him.

[libraryofloveletters]

Stuck

Charles Leclerc x Fem!Reader

Warnings: snowball fights. nonsense from charles, joris and andrea, surrendering if that even counts lmao and one kiss.

Word Count: 643

Author's Note: welcome to the holiday extravaganza 2024! I've left y'all without for quite a bit. hopefully this makes up for the lack of stuff :) happy holidays! <3

--

Prompt: “I'm stuck! White flag! I surrender!”

Northern Italy was cold, snowy and windy. Despite your best efforts, your boyfriend was determined to get everyone out of bed and on the slopes today.

You had regretted joining them on their pre season trip. You wanted to curl up by the fire, read your book and not be disturbed but your boyfriend, Charles, and his two sidekicks, Joris and Andrea, were all trouble wrapped up in snow pants.

They had decided that today would be an off day from training, that you'd all just relax. You thought you'd finally get a day in with your boyfriend instead of being dragged to multiple training sessions.

Their idea of relaxing was apparently skiing in the freezing temperature.

You trekked through the snow, Charles carrying your skis as you followed between him and Joris. You had done a few runs down the slope before giving up, sitting in the snow at the base off to the side. Joris joined you shortly after, letting Charles and Andrea make their way back up the slopes.

Watching as some other people skied down, you hear Joris yell. "Hey!" before something cold hits your arm.

"I know you did not just throw a snowball at me." You look at the man, a sheepish smile on his face. You and Joris had quickly become friends after you began dating Charles; the two of you acting like siblings.

Joris runs away as you form the snow into a ball, tossing it in his direction. The two of you chase each other, tossing snow in the direction of the other.

"Stop running, you started this!" You shouted, the snowball in your hand.

Tossing it at Joris, you missed his head but hit your boyfriend right in the face as he got to the bottom of the slope. Charles stops there, stunned and now cold. His glove on the floor as he brushes off the snow, rubbing some warmth into his face again.

You can't help but laugh, hand over your mouth as you giggle. "I'm so sorry, babe. I meant to hit Joris." You glance at his friend who was a few feet away in a fit of laughter.

"Yeah, no problem, love." Charles says, smiling at you. You smile back, turning around to get some more snow before planning to get Joris. Before you can do that, you feel something hit your back.

Charles smiles at you, snow on his glove. "Oops. I was aiming for Andrea." He tells you, the older man now coming down the slope; his lie uncovered.

"Oh, it's on!" You shout at him, throwing the snowball intended for Joris at Charles. It takes a few seconds for you to get some more snow in hand, meanwhile Andrea is throwing snowballs at Joris and indirectly forming teams; you and Joris vs Charles and Andrea.

The 4 of you are like children, fighting over who's gonna get who next and making a mess at the bottom of the slopes. It wasn't until Charles tripped over his own feet and fell face first into the fluffy white snow that you all stopped.

You look at Joris and Andrea, the three of you exchanging a look that said everything you needed to say without saying a word.

Before Charles could get up, you were all throwing snowballs at him. The Monegasque driver was barely able to turn over and throw his hands up.

“I'm stuck! White flag! I surrender!” He says between giggles, the snowballs halt and Andrea goes to pull him out of the snow.

You walk over, brushing the snow off of your boyfriend's face. You smile at him, kissing his cold cheek. Charles gives you a half pout, "that was so mean."

"Pay back for hitting me with a snowball, my love." You patted his chest, walking off.

Charles called after you, "you hit me first!"

[jobean12-blog]

Starving

Pairing: Javier Peña x reader

Word Count: 643

Summary: Javi has been so busy at work so you stop by the office to check on him.

Author’s Note: Just because I love him so❤️ thank you so much for reading! Much love always❤️❤️❤️ divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy🥰

Warnings: softness, tension, implied smut, a curse lol

You lightly knock on the door, hearing nothing more than a grunt of recognition from inside his office and it prompts you to turn the knob and slip inside.

At first he doesn’t even look up from the papers sprawled haphazardly across his desk, his eyebrows drawn in with steely focus.

You walk over to his desk and place down the brown paper bag. He looks up.

“Angel,” he blinks and let’s out long exhale.

Rounding his desk, you cradle his face between your hands and kiss first one cheek and then the other before softly pressing your lips to his. When you pull away his eyes are still closed.

“Have you eaten anything today?” you ask.

He opens his mouth, but you press a finger to his lips.

“And coffee does not count Javi.”

When you release his lips he doesn’t bother with an answers and you frown.

“I know you’re still busy, so I won’t take up too much of your time. Just promise me you’ll at least eat what I brought you.”

He nods and grabs your wrist, sliding your hand from his cheek to kiss your palm.

“I will angel. Thank you.”

You start to pull away, but he doesn’t let go of your wrist, dragging you closer for one more kiss.

As you pass by Steve’s desk you whisper, “make sure he eats that…and you too,” you add looking at the bag in front of Steve.

“I will and thanks babe.”

You nod with a smile and head for the door.

Javi’s on you before you get very far, his hand closing around your arm and tugging you away to a hidden corner of the office.

It’s a dark space behind the tall file cabinets and when he spins you around and presses you against the cool metal it disrupts some long-standing dust.

His body is firm and warm against yours and he’s so close, you can smell his skin, your deep inhale filling your senses with spice and smoke.

With his eyes fastened on your mouth, he slowly drags his tongue along his bottom lip. The breadth of his chest dips and swells and your pulse flutters at the base of your neck.

His expression is strained as his eyes wander over your face and you hear him swallow loudly.

“Shouldn’t you be working?” you ask, trying not to sound breathless.

“You…” he starts, bracing a hand on the file cabinet above your head, “you’re very distracting.”

He leans in, movements unhurried, his mouth stopping a hairsbreadth away from yours. He stares, shifting against you like some barely controllable wild animal, his right hand lifting to tilt your chin, his lips ghosting up the side of your neck.

You make a breathy sound.

“You need to work…and have something to eat,” you try again, even as your eyes roll back and your lashes flutter against your cheek.

His thumb caresses the hollow of your throat, his dark eyes studying your mouth with such fierce concentration your heart stutters.

“I know…but there’s something else I need first,” he murmurs as he brushes his lips to yours.

Your mouth parts and you feel his warm breath but before you can ask him what it is he needs, even though you know the answer, he tightens his hold on you and whispers, “you. I’m fucking starving for you.”

You gasp and he swallows the sound, his lips soft and tentative at first, drawing out every whisper of breath until he can’t control himself any longer and he kisses you like you’re a meal he wants to memorize every flavor of.

“Are you gonna let me have a taste angel?” he rasps against your mouth, dragging your bottom lip between his teeth.

“Yes.”

“Good girl.”

He traps your waist between his hands and holds you still as falls to his knees.

[springgirlshowers]

hii idk if you have time for a request rn but would you be willing to write about joost and reader staying in one night but the reader is kinda anxious about them moving things into the bedroom bc she’s not in the mood at all that night and joost notices and is just really gentle and kind and assures her they can just cuddle or whatever and she never has to do anything to please him? i just think that would be really nice to read about him for a change :’) if not, no worries!! thank you sm either way <33

this is such a sweet request!!! ty anon! this was so comforting to write honestly and i hope this comforts u, enjoy <333

wc: 643 (lil one for today)

Like always, you never could point out when the exact transition to this point happened. It’s like one second you were casually talking and the next second you were making out on the couch.

Kissing was nice, but you didn’t want to do anything more than that for now. Your libido was low tonight.

As Joosts hand began to wander further down your waist, fingers slipping underneath the waistband of your bottoms, he felt the way you tensed up.

Usually when you’d get this far, your body language was completely different. Your hands would be roaming all over his body, your muscles would be completely relaxed, and you’d let out those little breaths and noises of satisfaction.

Tonight you seemed still. Stiff. Quiet. Anxious. Joost paused his movements and pulled away.

“You okay?” He asked, his eyebrows knit together in a concerned way.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.” You lied, Joost could see through your act.

“You can tell me if there’s something wrong, liefje. It’s okay if you’re not in the mood tonight.” He reassured you.

“Yeah. You’re okay if we don’t go any farther tonight?” You looked away as you asked, fingers fidgeting with the chain that dangled around his neck.

“Yeah, that’s perfectly fine.” Joost nodded, completely unbothered as he sat up, you copied his moments, facing him.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to kill the mood.” You said nervously as you looked down at your hands in your lap, feeling a bit bad that you ended the moment so abruptly.

“Don’t apologize liefje, you didn’t kill anything.” He shook his head, brushing a strand of hair that fell in front of your face behind your ear.

“Well, I just feel bad cause you’re in the mood and I’m not. I wanna make you feel good and I don’t wanna give you blue balls-“ Joost cut your rambling with a small shush.

“Hey,” He said sweetly, cupping your face and chuckling at your words. “I care about your pleasure over mine. And if your pleasure tonight is just cuddling and watching a movie, then we’ll just cuddle and watch a movie.” He shrugged, unbothered.

“Yeah. I’d like that tonight.” You smiled, “Sorry.” You said apologetically, eyes darting away.

“Hey, look at me. You have nothing to apologize for, schatje.” He soothingly rubbed his thumbs over your cheeks as your eyes met his.

“I don’t care about blue balls or any of that bullshit. I only care if you’re comfortable. So don’t think you have to make yourself do something you don’t want to do just because you want to please me. The only thing that will please me is you being happy and comfortable. Okay?”

“Okay. Thank you.” A true smile covered your lips, Joost could feel your body finally relax, all stiffness gone.

“Good. You don’t have to thank me either.” He grinned, placing another sweet kiss onto your forehead before leaning forward to the coffee table in front of you, grabbing the remote off of it and leaning back into the couch.

Joost put his arm along the top of the couch and you moved into the open space, snuggling against his side as he moved his arm from the couch to around you. He pressed a kiss to the side of your head, a small breath of satisfaction left you.

Joost wasn’t lying. He got the same amount of satisfaction and pleasure out of this as he would if you took things farther and into the bedroom. Hell, seeing you snuggled up comfortably next to him with a smile on your face was more satisfying than sex. It was heartwarming. He desires to see you happy.

And if you were happy like this, Joost could give less of a shit about what his libido wanted.

“Now, what movie are you thinking of tonight?” He asked, holding out the remote to you.

[my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction]

Floorboards and Astroturf

Jake Lockley x GN!Reader • Rating: T•Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | request info • MK Bingo 2024 Masterlist • ko-fi •

Summary: Jake has a surprise for you on a rainy day.

🌛For @moonknight-events MK Bingo Spring 2024 Event🌜

A/N: Short and sweet <3 (I hope)

Warnings: fluff, reader being a little grumpy, Jake Jumpscare, Jake calling reader 'amor', typos - my head is really not in the game atm, please let me know if I've missed a warning!

Word Count: 643

You were a little bummed out as you made your way home from work on Friday. 

Not because the traffic was bad (it was) or that the bus was late (as normal) and full to the brim (you did manage to find some space towards the back doors), but because it raining. 

And was going to continue to do so for the rest of the weekend. 

On Wednesday the weather forecast had said the weekend ahead would have clear skies. On Thursday it predicted sunshine. 

And now here you were with a full year's worth of rain over two days. Excellent. 

Not that weather patterns that changed at the flip of a coin wasn’t unusual. It was just that you’d planned to go on a picnic on Saturday with Steven, Marc, and Jake to Greenwich park. And now that definitely wasn’t going to happen. Unless you want wanted to swim there and back. 

So you were in a little bit of a bad mood when you got back to the flat. Shutting the door a little too hard, stamping your feet as you took off your shoes and sighing. 

You didn’t expect Jake to be grinning like the Cheshire cat right in front of you when you turned around. 

“Fuck!” You visually jump and Jake can’t stop a small chuckle. 

“Sorry amor, didn’t mean to scare you.”

“Could have fooled me.” You said a little harsher than normal, but Jake didn’t seem to mind. 

He holds up his hands and smiles. 

“What are you doing there anyway, just… standing there?” 

“Waiting for you.”

You give him a look. 

“I heard your footsteps in the hall.” He shrugs as if it’s not a big deal, and you decide to let his uncanny ability to differentiate individuals slip for now. “I have a surprise for you.” 

You raise an eyebrow at him as he steps forward and helps you out of your coat before handing it on the stand. 

“Thank you.” You mumble, starting to smile at how purposefully over the top he is acting, putting on a playful performance for you.

He takes you by the hand and leads you further into the flat. Once your field of vision isn’t blocked by Steven’s bookshelf you laugh quietly. A large grin spreads itself over your face, your shoulders relaxing. 

Jake smiles wider. 

He’s moved the furniture out of the way so that there’s a large space on the floor. There’s a large patch of floorboards that are covered with fake grass and topped with a tartan blanket. He’s also set up the mini projector with his phone, an image of a sunny park projected onto the bedsheet he’s draped over one of the bookshelves. 

By the blanket is a selection of food and drink, some that you purposefully bought for the weekend yesterday, and some that he’s obviously made today. 

“You like it?” He asks, eyes sparkling even though he knows the answer.

“I love it.” You say softly before you turn and hug him tightly. 

“I know you were disappointed about the weather…” he kisses your cheek. “I don’t deserve all the credit, Marc and Steven helped.” 

“Not true!” Steven suddenly chimes in.

“Came up with the idea and did it all himself!” Marc adds proudly. 

A touch of heat builds in Jake’s cheeks. “Yeah… well, you guys helped.” 

You giggle and kiss him lightly. “You’re the sweetest person in the world, Jake Lockley.” 

He grins, giving you another little squeeze and puffing his chest out a little. “I’m okay.” 

“The best.” 

He presses his lips to yours, soft and sweet, but deep and longing. Slowly taking you apart with his tongue. “Does the best person get whatever he wants?” He teases. 

“I don’t know…” You pretend to think. “What does he want?” 

He nuzzles your cheek. “I think you have a rough idea.”

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[devilishchaos]

You know what I'm implying | Jack Harlow imagine

Rating / genre: fluff?

Pairings: Reader x Jack Harlow

Summary: Telling your boyfriend that you can't get your tampon out (prank).

Warnings: use of pet names “babe”, “baby”; NO mentions of blood or anything

Word Count: 643 words

This is a work of fiction. The story, names, characters and incidents either are product or the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

“Y/N!! Come on, men. We’re going to be late.” you heard Jack’s complaining from the other side of the door. 

You were currently in the bathroom trying to keep it together for the sake of the prank. You wanted to get Jack so bad since he scared you shitless earlier during the day. So you thought to yourself what better timing than now - being almost late to the regular weekly dinner with his crew. 

“Coming!” you shouted back before opening the door dramatically. 

Jack was laying on his front in the middle of your shared bed and was scrolling on his phone. The moment you opened the door he lifted his head up and looked at you. 

“What took so damn long?” he mumbled, clearly annoyed, but you didn’t move an inch and just stared blankly at him. 

“Babe? You alright?” he asked after a couple minutes of your guys's staring contest. 

“I need your help.” you paused “My tampon is stuck..” 

Instant shock on his face. 

“I need you to get it out.” you let him know, still with a blank face. 

He licked his finger and tried to get to you. 

“No! Jack, I'm serious.” 

“Okay.” he spoke for the first time in a while. 

“I tried to take it out, like twice. And it’s not coming out. At this point I can’t even feel it..” you said while gesticulating trying to make it seem more real. 

“Will you help me?” you asked while making puppy dog eyes at him.

Slowly blinking while trying to process everything, Jack whispered “Yeah..” 

After that he once again licked his finger and tried to touch you. 

“Jackman! It’s not funny!” you smacked his hand away. 

“I’m not-I’m fucking lubing up. Let’s go.” 

After a short laugh he asked “Wait. Why are you..You don’t have a tampon in!” 

“I do! I got my period today. Why do you think I was so horny earlier?” you said in hopes that he won’t suspect anything. While he scrunched up his face contemplating how he didn’t notice that something was going on. 

“Okay. What should I do?” 

“I don’t know..” you tried to suppress a laugh coming out “You have to like go..properly in..” 

“Okay. I can do that.” he started rubbing his hands together. 

“Why are you not taking this seriously? I’m like..scared, I’m shaking right now!” 

“Baby, it’s okay. We’re gonna get it out.” Jack got up from the bed and stood in front of you. “Lay down on the bed.” he instructed. 

“What? Lay on the bed for what? Who-who do you think I am?” you started laughing. 

“Baby, I-I don’t know how this is done okay. I’ve never done this in my life but I’ve been there.” his reply just sent you into a series of giggles but you absolutely lost it once you figured out what he actually meant. 

“Jackman Thomas! You really are something else.” 

“How can you be laughing in a situation like this?” 

“Says you who licked his fingers trying to “lube them up”. I can’t with you sometimes. And you damn well know I ain’t wearing a damn tampon. Let’s just go before we are really late.” you hit his shoulder moving past him. 

“What? So like you don’t have a tampon stuck inside you?” he asked, confused. 

“No! This was a prank.” 

“Oh, alright. I was so confused.” he shook his head “You never wear tampons so I was like what the hell is she talking about? You know.” 

“You are confused by nature, babe. Let’s go. I’m hungry.” 

“Hey, but on the brighter side: you can have something else stuck inside you-” 

“Jackman! Car. Now.” you scolded him. 

“Alright, alright. Trying to act like you don’t love it. Jeez.” he lifted his hands up in the air and made his way out of the room.

[blackdollette]

HAPPINESS IS A BUTTERFLY. - charlie walker

✩♬.ᐟ now playing: happiness is a butterfly. - norman fucking rockwell!

⊹₊⋆ synopsis: he's a serial killer...

✮⋆˙ [tags] @faesucksass @lustkillers @mayathepsychic1999 @josibunn @si1nful-symph0ny @livingdead-materialgirl@romanroyapoligist @oliviah-25 @auggiethecreator @vanlisbon@lankysimp

female!reader x charlie

word count: 643

contents: public sex, kinda cheating, a little stalking (reader is the stalker)

you watched from the opposite side of the classroom as charlie mindlessly flirted with two girls, not looking in your direction once. you sighed deeply, thinking back to the long phone call you two had had last night. the one where he said that you were the only one he wanted. he’d told you one thing and now you were hearing another.

you always found yourself looking at him from afar, never being close enough to actually catch him before he flew away. he always sent you mixed signals. did truly want you, or are you just another conquest to help fill the void in his soul? even then, you would fill the role in an instant if only he would give you the light of day.

but the same thing happened every night. the same midnight calls, the same confessions, humming the same songs across the line until you both fell asleep. then you saw him the next day, chatting it up with a new girl and forgetting all about you just as you thought you had him in your grasp. the monotony was sickening to you.

you went to all of his stupid movie marathons and pretended to like all the things he likes, all for a measly make-out session in his backseat.

you let out a shaky sigh as his lips travelled from yours down to your neck, leaving a sloppy trail as he whispered quietly to you. “you’re the only one for me, baby. all mine…” as much as the words heated you to your core, you knew that it was all bullshit. you wrapped your legs around his waist as he began to pull his sweatshirt off of your body, tossing it to the side as he fucked you right outside of the cinema’s parking lot.

his rusty old van creaked and groaned under the weight of you two, threatening to give in from how rough he was being with you. you wrapped your arms around his neck, whimpering into his shoulder as you gave in to the pleasure, letting yourself believe that you were the only one for him. how naive you were. you caught him in the same parking spot the week after, doing the same thing that he did to you to another girl.

he was a serial killer, going around finding whatever helpless victim would let him take their life. but what was the worst that could happen to you? he had already hurt you too many times to count. you didn’t mind being killed by him. but you knew he was hurting just as badly as you were. he was a hopeless romantic who belonged to no one, and that surely left a sting.

he was just as bad as they all said he was but you were cursed to fall for him anyway, longing for the day that he would feel the same. but that day never came.

the day came that you finally confronted him, tears filling your eyes as you called him out as the jerk he was. you had always let him use you until he was pleased and throw you away until next time. you sat in his passenger seat, mouthing off as he occasionally glanced at you from the side. 

you took a good look at his expression, seeing that none of your words had put him on edge. he appeared completely serene as he drove quietly. something you never saw when he was with someone else. he took your hand and brought it to his lips, kissing it softly as he sighed contently. “i meant what i said. you really are the only one for me.” you wanted to roll your eyes and call him out for his manipulation but you stayed quiet, relaxing in his embrace as you realized that you finally caught your butterfly.

author's note: probably the shittiest fic ive posted on this app. since this one's pretty short in gonna post the chris kenton one today too!

[moutainrusing]

confessions

dorlene july event, 643 words, @enbysiriusblack

Going to the confessional was something Marlene did whenever guilt ate at her insides and she couldn’t keep it in. She wasn’t a complete Catholic, but she was raised as one, and it was nice to have someone listen to you ramble and then forgive you for your sins.

Marlene didn’t really believe in sinning, but she did believe in making choices, of which the consequences could be a mixture of good and bad. For example, killing was a choice, with bad consequences. However, killing in a war, or killing in self-defence, had consequences which weren’t necessarily bad. How could it be a sin to protect yourself, to protect your people?

Of course, Marlene had never killed anyone, so that wasn’t the type of thing she confessed. She confessed to letting anger consume her, yelling at her parents, how after, her mouth felt dirty, and horrible, and she knew she shouldn’t have done that, but she couldn’t find it within herself to apologise, so wasn’t she a rubbish child?

The priest would then give her prayers, help her find the courage to own up to her errors, send her on her way, and she’d feel lighter.

Today, she wanted to make confessions that were… slightly unorthodox. Because, in the eyes of the church, they were definitely sins, and she could be excommunicated for it. Or fervently prayed about in the hope of a quick recovery, or ridiculed and mocked with expressions of disgust, thrown out and left to rot.

Historically, that would be the case, except now it was the modern age, so she hoped people would be… more accepting. Really, all she wanted was to get it off her chest, to be told it was okay, and choosing the church for that reassurance was possibly a bad decision on her part, but she liked the priest, so.

She slid into the penitent’s booth, and kneeled upon the step to speak through the lattice, behind which the priest was sitting, hidden in their own booth.

“Hi,” she whispered. “It’s Marlene.”

When the priest spoke in their slow, soothing voice, she thought she could hear their smile. “Hello, Marlene. What’re you here for today?”

“I’m gay,” she admitted quickly.

The priest paused. “As in, you’re attracted to people of your gender, or you’re happy?”

Marlene almost laughed. “The first one, I guess. But I want to be both.”

The priest hummed. “I’ll confess something to you. I’m also gay. In both ways.”

“Wait, what?” Marlene blurted. A gay priest?

A laugh. “The church is progressing. Slightly. A little bit. Well, not that much. But it’s not a sin. And I’m happy being gay.”

“Oh,” Marlene breathed.

“You okay?” They asked, a little concerned.

“I just… I—” Marlene could feel her chest tightening, and she wanted to cry, and she didn’t know why.

There was a shuffling, and suddenly there was a hand rubbing her back; the priest’s voice murmuring, “You’re okay, Marlene.”

Marlene looked up to one of the most beautiful women she’d ever seen. But she frowned, and mumbled, “Priests can’t be women?”

The priest smiled. “Yes, according to most churches, women get excommunicated for becoming priests. But not here. Here is a special place. Here, I can be female and gay, and I can even get married. Because all that matters is that your life is full, your morals good, your intentions pure. What matters is striving to be the best person you can be, and here, faith is another pathway to achieving that.”

Marlene’s lips parted slightly, shocked, but feeling almost… revived? The breath was flowing through her lungs again, and she felt… okay. Then her mind snagged on one detail, and she found herself thinking, oh, Lord, I could marry this woman, and I mean, actually marry her, and she found herself asking, “What’s your name?”

“Dorcas,” the priest grinned.

[cookiesama7]

Always Here for You (Min Ho x Reader)

Summary: You have been dealing with bullies at KISS, but you've been hiding it from everyone—including Min Ho. He's noticed but hesitated to step in, unsure of his own feelings. But when he finds her hurt and crying, everything changes.

Word count: 643

Masterlist

Min Ho Masterlist

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I tried to ignore it.

The whispers in the hallways, the cruel looks, the way they "accidentally" bumped into me too hard. At first, I told myself it wasn't a bit deal. That if I didn't react, they'd get bored and move on.

But they didn't.

It only got worse.

I never told anyone. Not Yuri, not Q, and definitely not Min Ho.

Min Ho.

The thought of him made my heart twist. He was the one person I wanted to tell, the one I wished would notice. But he was always surrounded by people, always so confident and untouchable. And me? I was barely holding it together.

Then, today happened.

I had been cornered after class, shoved into the supply closet when no one was looking. Their laughter echoed in my ears as I hit the floor, pain shooting through my side. My lip stung where one of them had slapped me, and my wrist ached from the fall.

By the time I managed to crawl out, the halls were empty. My body hurt, but my heart hurt worse.

I don't know how long I sat there, curled up on the floor, trying to breathe through the pain. But then—

"(Y/N)?"

My heart stopped.

I looked up, and there he was. Min Ho. Standing just a few feet away, his usual confident smirk replaced by a lok of pure shock.

"What the hell happened to you?" he asked, voice sharp with concern as he crouched down.

I wiped at my eyes, trying to pull myself together. "It's nothing."

His jaw clenched. "That's not nothing." His fingers grazed my chin, tilting my face up so he could see the cut on my lip. His eyes darkened. "Who did this to you?"

I shook my head. "It doesn't matter."

Min Ho exhaled sharply, running a frustrated hand through his hair. "Are you serious right now? You're hurt, and you're telling me it doesn't matter?"

I looked away. "You didn't care before."

That made him freeze.

"What?"

"You saw them messing with me," I whispered. "You never stepped in."

His expression twisted with something I couldn't quite read. Guilt? Regret?

"I thought..." He sighed, running a hand down his face. "I didn't know it was this bad. And I—" He hesitated, then took a deep breath. "I was scared, okay?"

I frowned. "Scared?"

He let out a bitter laugh. "Yeah. Scared. I like you, (Y/N). More than I should. And I thought if I got involved, if I made it obvious, it would only make things worse for you. But I was wrong." His voice softened as he brushed a tear off my cheek. "I should've been there for you."

My chest tightened. "Min Ho..."

"I'm here now," He said firmly. "And I'm not going anywhere."

For the first time in weeks, I felt something other than fear. I felt safe.

--

That night, in Min Ho's dorm he insisted on taking care of me. He cleaned my cuts, got me ice for my wrist, and made me tea even though he didn't really know how.

And now, somehow, we were curled up on his bed, my head resting against his chest as his arms wrapped around me protectively.

I felt the steady rise and fall of his breathing, the warmth of his body against mine.

"You're staying here tonight," he murmured.

I looked up at him. "Bossy much?"

He smirked, but there was nothing teasing about the way his fingers brushed through my hair. "I just don't want you to be alone."

I sighed, melting into him. "I don't want to be alone either."

His grip tightened slightly, like he was making a silent promise. "You won't be. Not anymore."

I closed my eyes, listening to the steady beat of his heart. And for the first time in a long time, I believed him.

[hollowed-theory-hall]

Hi! First, I want to say I love your theories! Each one is so compelling to read♡♡♡

Second, I was thinking about holidays breaks at Hogwarts and it lead to "wait, is there some sort of magic 'religion' or have I read too many fics?"

Like, they celebrate Halloween and Weasleys celebrate Christmas, but isn't it a contradiction? I know Halloween has celtic roots, but as it is today, it's "All Hallows' Eve", a christian celebration like Christmas. And both the Catholic and the Protestant Church weren't the ones involved in witches' trials? Shouldn't they avoid each other like plague as a general rule?

Maybe they have some pagan rituals and festivals, like the eight sabbat, and they call it Halloween at Hogwarts instead of Samhain due to muggle influence over time?

I don't know, it's just a thought, but it'd be interesting to see your opinion on it

Thank you so much! 💓

Honestly, I was thinking about this a lot, like, wizards and religion, particularly Christianity. And in the books pure-blood wizards like Ron, Neville and Hagrid use the word "hell" as a swear:

“Oh, she was perfect, obviously,” said Ron, before Hermione could answer. “Perfect deliberation, divination, and desperation or whatever the hell it is — we all went for a quick drink in the

(Ron in HBP)

“I’ll join you when hell freezes over,” said Neville

(Neville in DH)

So their language has borrowed terminology from muggle Christianity. They also celebrate Christmas and Halloween at Hogwarts, as you mentioned, in addition to celebrating Easter as they have an Ester break at Hogwarts. So it appears wizards in the UK are Christian.

If we look at the Dumbledore's funeral:

A little tufty-haired man in plain black robes had got to his feet and stood now in front of Dumbledore’s body. Harry could not hear what he was saying. Odd words floated back to them over the hundreds of heads. “Nobility of spirit” . . . “intellectual contribution” . . . “greatness of heart” . . . It did not mean very much. It had little to do with Dumbledore as Harry had known him.

(HBP, 643-644)

The little man in black had stopped speaking at last and resumed his seat. Harry waited for somebody else to get to their feet; he expected speeches, probably from the Minister, but nobody moved. Then several people screamed. Bright, white flames had erupted around Dumbledore’s body and the table upon which it lay: Higher and higher they rose, obscuring the body. White smoke spiraled into the air and made strange shapes: Harry thought, for one heart-stopping moment, that he saw a phoenix fly joyfully into the blue, but next second the fire had vanished. In its place was a white marble tomb, encasing Dumbledore’s body and the table on which he had rested. There were a few more cries of shock as a shower of arrows soared through the air, but they fell far short of the crowd. It was, Harry knew, the centaurs’ tribute

(HBP, 645-646)

We see a wizard who acts as a priest, and we see speeches for the deceased are allowed along with other tributes. We also know most wizards (like James and Lily) are buried in regular muggle Christian graveyards. They are buried in tombs or coffins like Christians. This all leads to wizarding funerals in Britain being like any muggle funeral in Britain with a bit of a magical flare on occasion.

The fire engulfing Dumbledore's tomb is a surprise to the audience because it's Fawkes doing it and not a wizard customer. The same goes for the Centaurs' arrows (the Centaurs seem to have a different religion).

Then, we also see a wizarding wedding with Bill and Fleur, which looks like any Christian wedding:

A great collective sigh issued from the assembled witches and wizards as Monsieur Delacour and Fleur came walking up the aisle, Fleur gliding, Monsieur Delacour bouncing and beaming. Fleur was wearing a very simple white dresses and seemed to be emitting a strong, silvery glow ... “Ladies and gentlemen,” said a slightly singsong voice, and with a slight shock, Harry saw the same small, tufty-haired wizard who had presided at Dumbledore’s funeral, now standing in front of bill and Fleur. “We are gathered here today to celebrate the union of two faithful souls . . . ” ... “Do you, William Arthur, take Fleur Isabelle. . . . ?”

(DH, 127-128)

Bill has a best man, Fluer goes down the aisle with her father, wearing a white dress and she has two bridesmaids. The wedding is officiated by the same wizard priest from Dumbledore's funeral. And they have the regular "I dos".

Sure there is some magical spectacle afterward, but it's after the ceremony and just that — a spectacle and not part of the proceedings of the wedding.

So, overall it seems like wizards in the UK have a variety of Christianity (most likely most are Protestants (Anglican) due to the whole history of Christianity reform in Britain but I'm not going into that). And it makes sense too, because they lived very close to the muggles (same villages and much more intermarriages) up until 1692 when the Statue of Secrecy was officially established. Even the Malfoy family had close business ties with muggles:

Historically, the Malfoys drew a sharp distinction between poor Muggles and those with wealth and authority. Until the imposition of the Statute of Secrecy in 1692, the Malfoy family was active within high-born Muggle circles, and it is said that their fervent opposition to the imposition of the Statute was due, in part, to the fact that they would have to withdraw from this enjoyable sphere of social life. Though hotly denied by subsequent generations, there is ample evidence to suggest that the first Lucius Malfoy was an unsuccessful aspirant to the hand of Elizabeth I, and some wizarding historians allege that the Queen’s subsequent opposition to marriage was due to a jinx placed upon her by the thwarted Malfoy.

(From Pottermore)

By 1692, Christianity was the main religion in the UK. It stands to reason it'll be the most common religion among the British wizards because of how closely they interacted with the muggles back then; from business to marriage even among supposedly pure-blood families like the Malfoys.

As such, I assume wizarding religion varies just like muggle religion, where different magical cultures would have different religions depending on where they are in the world and the common muggle religion in the area. It doesn't really seem there is a proper "magical religion". I think there were just a lot of influences going back and forth. As you mentioned, Halloween has Celtic roots and probably had some magical roots in the HP universe. The word "hell" originates in Norse and Norse mythology but traveled into English and Christianity. Catholicism especially is very influenced by Roman Paganism, etc. Religions are influenced by each other and no one exists in a vacuum, so it makes sense wizards would just practice the common religion where they are with perhaps some magical embellishments (as we see in the wedding). Similarly, the muggle religions were probably influenced by magic and some muggle religious rituals and ceremonies probably have their roots in magic and wizardry that the muggle world has forgotten about.

As for the witch trials in Europe, in the real world, the church didn't function or involve itself in witch trials until the 15th century. During the Medieval Era, the church defined believing in witchcraft as heresy since you believe in magic that doesn't come from god. Attacks on supposed witches went actively against church doctrine at the time.

During the 14th century, witch trials became more common in France, England, and Germany, but still not a full-on frenzy. The trials then weren't exactly witch trials either as the accusations were of diabolism, heresy, and nocturnal orgies, not exactly witchcraft. Witchcraft accusations grew more common towards the end of the century and in the 15th century, we actually start seeing more of the typical witch trials whose popularity grew with the publication of Malleus Maleficarum in 1486. This book redefined how to recognize a witch and fueled the already growing unrest. This led to more witch accusations as paranoia regarding witchcraft grew.

Only afterward do we see the church outright getting involved in witchcraft and the association of witchcraft and devil worship. This led to the peak of witch trials in Europe between 1560–1630. Even during these trials, many figures in the church (both Catholics and protestants) have cast doubts over the trials and their legality and outright oppose them. The frenzy of the witch trials in the 15th century also lines nicely with the Statue of Secrecy that was drafted a few decades later when the trials were winding down.

The point of all this is that the witch trials weren't led by the church in many places and for most of the trials' history it was considered heresy to even believe in witches by the church. So, I don't think the wizarding world would have an issue with Christianity over the witch trials, but an issue with muggles, which is actually what we see in the books. Also, whole communities don't tend to change their religion overnight, if they were Christian before the witch trials, they'd likely stay Christian after them.

I think a magical religion can be fun to explore in fic, but in the books, they are clearly Christian with a magical coat of paint (at least in Britain).

(There are probably a few British wizards who aren't Christian, just like in Muggle Britain. I personally headcanon Anthony Goldstein is Jewish since his last name is very Jewish)

[roselynia]

Day 2 of Rose's Silly Creative Challenge:

Prompt #643: "You can't hate him for that." / "But I can hate him for a lot of other reasons." | @/creativepromptsforwriting | @creativepromptfills

POV: Third-person

Pairing: None

Original Character(s): Sebastian Sinclair, Theodore Sinclair | Mentions of Sylas Grey

Word Count: 960

Age Rating: E for everyone

A/N: I received some amazing feedback yesterday and decided I'd try writing from the third-person POV today. I also wrote this same story from a second-person, MC/Reader, POV since that is my usual writing style. I will post that as 2.5 tomorrow. ♥ I'm also adding a tag list (thank you, Rou) if anyone is interested in being tagged in what I write/draw for the month!

Tag List: @rou-luxe

The soft glow of Rothmore’s ever-lit lamps cast thin bands of light across the common lounge of The Phoenix Nest this evening; warm, golden tones reflected against the polished marble floors and the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the quiet campus. The lounge was spacious enough for all dorm members, but it felt strangely suffocating as Sebastian sat in one of the cushioned armchairs, leafing aimlessly through the pages of an ancient celestial tome while his brother, Theo, paced in simmering silence a few feet away.

“Honestly, Theo,” Sebastian began, lifting his gaze from the, currently, half-read page. His voice was its typical quiet, neutral tone, even though he could practically feel his twin's frustration as his own. “You can’t hate him for that.”

Theo paused mid-pace, running a hand through his artfully tousled hair. He exhaled slowly—like he was trying not to unleash an entire sermon of frustration to his brother. “But I can hate him for a lot of other reasons,” he retorted, his electric-blue eyes flashing with a carefully contained fury that didn’t suit his typical warm demeanor.

They both knew exactly who they were referring to: Sylas Grey—the Lilin who had effortlessly stolen the show in that afternoon’s mock duel for Advanced Combat Theory. Theo hadn't quite expected him to pull off a series of pinpoint strikes the way he did—swift and calculated, brimming with a dangerous expertise that he wouldn't ordinarily show.

The part that stung Theo wasn’t the fact that Sylas had bested him.

No.

It wasn't that simple.

It never would be.

Instead, it was the silent understanding that neither of them had really used their full power; that they never do.

For all Sylas’s cunning and skill, Theo could have responded in kind. Should have, even. However, certain…constraints...kept him from unleashing the brilliance that lurked just below his calm exterior—the same way Sylas’s father likely kept the demon on a tight leash, compelling him to conceal the full extent of his own abilities.

Sebastian shut his book with a gentle snap, setting it aside on a table beside the armchair. He noted how his twin’s glow—an aura that always reminded him of sunrise—was tinged with a tense, jagged edge now. “He beat you in a fair fight,” He pointed out, calm and measured. “He didn’t cheat. You know Professor Alstrom’s wards would have caught any foul play.”

Theo’s lips pressed into a thin line. “I know,” he admitted, exhaling. “That’s not what bothers me.” A pause followed, charged with unspoken thoughts. “It’s the way he looks at me, Seb. Like he knows I’m—We're hiding something…like he sees right through the façade.”

A brief flicker of concern passed over Sebastian’s face. “We all are,” he murmured. “Hiding something, I mean.”

Theo glanced at his brother, jaw set, unintentionally ignoring his murmured words. “He’s manipulative. He’s arrogant. He has no respect for boundaries, no—” He forced himself to stop, breathing in deeply. “He tries to provoke me, pushes me to show everyone what I can really do.”

Despite his brother’s frustration, Sebastian couldn’t help but empathize. "Maybe it’s because he’s in the same predicament, Theo," he suggested softly. "Bound by his father’s will. Forced to posture and hide his real self. You two are more alike than you’d ever give credit." He knew Theo hated hearing that, hated the suggestion that he and Sylas might share anything in common...but Sebastian could see the parallels as clearly as the glow of their shared bloodline. Sylas’s careful manipulation, Theo’s calculated charm—they were two sides of the same coin.

Theo scoffed, rolling his eyes at his twin's words. "Us? Alike? Hardly." But his voice lacked any true conviction. A flash of memory flickered in his mind—Sylas’s steel-gray eyes locking onto his mid-duel, sharp and searching. To Theo, it was as if Sylas seemed to see right through him—as if they were playing a dangerous game of chess where every move could expose the other to a checkmate.

Running a hand over his face, Theo sighed, frustration lacing his words. "I know exactly why he’s trying to provoke me. He’s testing me—trying to figure out who we really are. He knows we don’t belong here, not in the way everyone else thinks we do, not in the way everyone else does. He wants leverage, and he’ll get it if I let my guard down."

Sebastian studied his twin’s profile: the regal lines of his face, the faint shimmer in his pale skin, the identical halo of golden hair whenever the lamplight caught it at the right angle. There was something in Theo’s intensity that reminded Sebastian just how much responsibility he carried. "Maybe because he knows you’re playing a role, just like he is," Sebastian said gently. "And maybe he knows what it would mean if you found out his secrets before he found out yours."

Theo shook his head, his lips pressing into a thin line. “I’ll give him credit for being sharp, but I’m not giving him an inch, Seb." For the first time this evening, Theo's gaze met his twin's own. "Not until I find out everything he’s hiding and make sure he doesn’t get the better of us first.”

With a slight nod, Sebastian sighed, “I understand.” He picked up his discarded tome again. “But please, remember that we have to spend the rest of the year in the same suite with him. Don’t let your hatred blind you to the bigger picture.”

Theo looked away, arms folded over his chest. “Fine,” he said, quieter now. “I won’t start a war in the common area.” A pause, then a reluctant half-smile tugged at his lips. “But if he pushes me again, I will show him a hint of what I can do, Seb.”

Sebastian returned that same small smile to his stubborn older brother, even though he wanted to roll his eyes. “Sylas probably wants that, Theo. You shouldn't give him the satisfaction.” He glanced out the window briefly, but his attention quickly went back to the tome in his hands, returning to the page he left off on.

Knowing there was nothing left to be said as his twin returned to his 'studies', Theo simply nodded to himself, giving a faint hum of acknowledgment. He let his gaze linger on the darkened corridor that led to their shared suite area.

He understood all too well that the demon’s hidden potential possibly rivaled his own.

To others, it seemed as though the public humiliation of losing the duel was what unsettled Theo today—but in truth, it was the unspoken fear that Sylas might one day see through the carefully constructed appearance he and his twin had so meticulously crafted.

...Because if Sylas ever uncovered the reality behind their light...

Then, one day, Theo might have to show him exactly why the Seraphim of Elyrion are meant to be feared and revered—even if it meant exposing the true reason he and his brother had come to Etrealis in the first place.

[trulybetty]

dec' x 04 - scarf

Prompt: scarf Pairing: jack daniels x reader Word Count: 643 Warnings: I think jack comes with his own warnings doesn't he? nothing going on here except a very loose use of today's prompt! these are characters from a wip that hasn't even seen the light of day, let alone been finished - talk about working backwards 😆 Summary: let's get this out there, I know nothing about Kentucky except that my favourite Backstreet Boy when I was younger is from there - but I Googled until I couldn't Google anymore to confirm it does snow there! So, on with the story, it's a trip into town, which requires the use of the ranch's old truck. AO3: Linked

x. masterlist

The morning sun cast a low, pale light over the ranch, reflecting off the snow-dusted fields as you stepped outside, the crisp coolness of a Kentucky winter morning nipping at your cheeks. Jack was waiting for you, leaning against the barn door with a lazy grin on his face, his breath misting in the chilly air, his gaze fixed on the old Chevy truck parked nearby, its edges lined with a fine layer of frost.

“I suppose they don't have trucks like this in the city,” he drawled, the teasing lilt in his voice muffled somewhat by his thick scarf.

You arched an eyebrow at him, wrapping your coat tighter around you. “You know, the city has trucks too, right? They're not exclusive to the country—even in the winter.”

His chuckle was a warm rumble in the cold, mixing with the muted chirping of winter-hardy birds. He sauntered over to the truck, his boots leaving prints in the light dusting of snow on the gravel drive. “But they're all sleek and heated,” he pointed out, resting a gloved hand on the hood of the truck, the blue paint chipped and dulled, a contrast with the white of the snow.

“And?” You tilted your head, the frosty air turning your breath into clouds.

His eyes twinkled with amusement, “This here is a manual sugar—with no heated seats.”

You feigned a gasp as you clutched at your chest, “I do declare,” you said with a dramatic impression of a southern accent, “whatever will I do?” you followed him to the truck, a wide smile spreading across your face.

He gave you a long, considering look, then shook his head with a sheepish grin that crinkled the corners of his eyes. “You sure you can drive it, Mouse?”

You blinked at him, then burst into laughter, “Mouse?” you managed to gasp out between chuckles, your breath forming puffs of mist.

He shrugged, “You're our city mouse, aren't you?”

You took a deep breath, your chest heaving in the heavy coat, trying to quell your laugh. “I’d take that ridiculous nickname you gave me over Mouse. Also, you know, my actual name works just as well?”

“I know.” His voice was quiet, the words hanging in the air between you, the mention of the city a reminder that your time at the ranch was temporary with the lawyers meeting at the end of the month.

A moment of silence settled between you as you both took in the truck, the ranch, and the snow-capped day stretching out before you.

Jack moved to the passenger door, opening it with a gesture for you to get inside that sent a small cascade of snowflakes to the ground. 

You shook your head, smiling despite the chill, “Are you getting in?” you asked.

Jack's eyebrows shot up, his surprise visible even with his hat pulled down low. “You don't want me to drive?”

You smirked, the keys jingling like ice in your hand. “Get in the truck, Jack.” The challenge was clear in your tone, even as your breath fogged the air.

As you both climbed in, the old leather seats creaking and stiff from the cold, you felt a surge of anticipation. Your brother, twelve years older than you, had insisted on you learning how to drive stick, and you couldn’t have been more thankful for it despite all your protests so many years ago. You slid the key into the ignition and with a satisfying roar, the truck came to life, the engine's heat slowly battling the frost on the windshield. Jack glanced over at you with a mix of surprise and respect as you shifted the truck into gear with ease.

With a final smirk in his direction, you pulled out of the driveway, the truck's tires crunching over the snow, ready to tackle the winter roads into town.

[darl-ingfics]

Sicktember Day 26: ALT - Doctor's Note

Fandom: BTS

Sickie: V/Taehyung (voice loss)

Caregiver(s): Seokjin

Word Count: 643

Note: Short and sweet. Let's crank out the rest of these prompts, shall we?

Due to a duo photoshoot that had been delayed and lasted until the wee hours of the morning, Seokjin and Taehyung had been allowed to show up to practice two hours late the next day. Neither one was complaining about the extra sleep. So Seokjin was surprised to find Taehyung slumped miserably over the kitchen table ten minutes before the car would arrive for them. 

“Taehyungie?” Anxiety heightened, Seokjin ran to the younger man, touching his back gently. “What’s wrong?”

Taehyung peeled his head up, revealing a notebook hidden under his arms. He pointed dramatically at the paper: I lost my voice :(

Seokjin frowned, his hand beginning to rub rhythmically up and down Taehyung’s back. “Just today?” A nod. “Does your throat hurt?” Another nod. Seokjin frowned. “Did it hurt yesterday?” Taehyung’s mouth quirked to the side as he shook an open hand: kinda sorta. “Does anything else feel weird?”

Taehyung grabbed the pen laying next to the notebook. No, just the sore throat 

“Well that’s probably a good sign. Have you taken anything?”

Taehyung shook his head. We don’t have anything just for sore throats

“What about tea?”

Made some earlier. 

“Well I’ll make you more now so you can take it with you. We can also bring the vocal steamer with us. And you should definitely wear a scarf or something to keep your throat warm…”

Stop coddling me

“I’m not coddling. I’m caring about you.”

Well, it’s gross and I hate it

Seokjin laughed, probably against his better judgement, but the gleam in Taehyung’s eyes told him the younger man was enjoying this as much as he was. “Point taken. Less affection for you then.” Taehyung shook his head at the words ‘less affection,’ eyes blowing wide, and Seokjin laughed harder. He wrapped an arm around his dongsaeng’s shoulders. “Just don’t push yourself too hard, okay?”

Taehyung bit his lip as he feverishly scribbled something in his notebook. But aren’t they going to be mad at me if I can’t sing?

Seokjin shook his head. “Hyung’s got that covered, love. Don’t you worry about that.”

Sure enough, when the two vocalists waltzed into the practice room, Taehyung now clinging to Seokjin’s hand, the elder man stepped right to Namjoon with the brightest smile. “Taehyungie’s on vocalist rest today.”

The leader’s eyes moved from Seokjin to Taehyung back to the eldest. “Okay…”

“He has a note.” Seokjin stepped forward, presenting Namjoon ceremonially with a folded slip of paper from his pocket. The leader’s eyebrows furrowed as he opened the paper. 

Taehyung must rest his voice today, and everyday after until his throat heals. - Dr. Kim

Namjoon sighed. “Hyung, this is your handwriting.”

“No it’s not…”

“And we don’t have a Dr. Kim on our medical team,” Yoongi pointed out, reading the note over the leader’s shoulder. “Also, I don’t think a real doctor would have drawn a heart in the bottom corner.”

Seokjin huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. “First of all, that’s discriminatory against the writing habits of doctors. Second, I’ll have you know that I am the closest thing we have to a doctor in this group.”

“Hyung, dressing up as a doctor in the Dope music video doesn’t count!” Jimin replied. Seokjin mimed smacking him, and Jimin stepped back, arms held up in surrender. 

Namjoon sighed again. “Hyung, it’s perfectly fine for Taehyung to put himself on vocal rest. He doesn’t need doctor approval for it. Especially since we’re just in practice right now. Comeback’s not for another month.”

“Well, Taetae was nervous that the higher ups were going to be mad, and I assured him that I would make sure that didn’t happen.”

“By making them more mad at you?” Yoongi asked, only his eyes gleaming jokingly. Jimin and Hoseok snorted, Jungkook outright laughing aloud. 

Seokjin narrowed his eyes. “We all know I’m not above it.”

[amive2567]

hi hi! hope you’re doing well!

could i request a gekko x fem reader where the reader is new to the protocol and gekko trains them? like how harbor trains gekko

i don’t really have anything else to add lol, have fun with it! we need more posts on the gekko x reader tag fr

hope you have a great day/night, and stay hydrated!

A/N: First of all, sorry that it took so long. I was hit with terrible writers block and live was bit stressful so the piece may or may not be the best, but i hope you still like it. Translations: Ojo Bonita = watch out beauty Entrenador = coach Hermosa = gorgeous Cariño = love, but can be interpreted as “dear” or “honey” Words: 643 Type of order: Bubble tea (request), Hot chocolate (fluff ), small Green Tea (platonic with specks of mutual interest romantically), Cupcake (one shot)

As a new recruit in the Val HQ, you still felt lost. Even though you already made some friends and developed a crush on a certain green-haired agent, you still couldn't pinpoint where the training ground was. Harbor even gave you a map, but you failed to orientate yourself in this huge building. A glance at your watch told you that you were slowly but surely running late. "Shit, shit, shit…" you mumbled while trying to find this damn training ground. You rush around corners and long hallways until you stumbled against a body. "¡Ojo Bonita! Why are you running so fast? Jeez you could have tripped, but I am glad you are finally there." Gekko spoke calmly. He picked you up from the ground and got you back on your feet. "I am so sorry. I still have no orientation in this huge building. Where is Harbor?" You glance behind you to look around you. There is no trace of him. "He is busy today. So I am your personal entrenador, hermosa." You smile at him, cursing yourself at the same time that you paid so little attention in your Spanish classes in high school. "We should get going then? I already took some of your time, because of my delay."

At first, he began to explain the different weapons to you. "So the Vandal is a bit more complicated. This weapon's short bursts of fire make short work of enemies. However, the stability suffers with continuous fire. The Vandal maintains its damage at long range and rewards those who specialize in single headshots." he explains expertly. You pick up the weapon and aim at a dummy. "Hermosa, let me show you how to aim properly," he says and stands behind you. He takes your hands in his and guides you. His warmth, lets a shiver run down your spine. "Make sure to aim at the head. The weapon is quite heavy, so you should get some arm training done." He grabs your waist and forces you to take some steps back. Your breath is stuck in your throat. The warmth of his body makes your heart flutter. "Now shoot," he says,and you press the trigger. A loud bang echoes through the hall and the dummy collapses. "I did it." you cheer, and out of euphoria, you hug him.

For a moment no one realized what just happened until you let go, your cheeks were flushed red. "Oh, err, sorry, I didn't mean to…" you stuttered. "No problem, hermosa, it was cute." his cheeks are also faintly red band he rubbed the back of his neck. Both of you kept quiet for a while, and an uncomfortable silence followed. "So, er, what is on the schedule now?" you ask shyly. "I will teach you how to move properly and how to aim during hectic situations" Gekko explained, he seemed to hide his embarrassment for now and tried to be professional.

The hours passed, and you got exhausted. He was kind, but his training was hard. Sweat was running down your forehead, but you kept going, and pushed through. "You did well, hermosa." Gekko patted your back. You smiled up at him and nodded. "Thanks" Gekko handed you a water bottle. "Your first practice went well, but you still need to improve much. We need to teach you hand-to-hand combat as well and all. We continue this tomorrow" He said and smiled. "See ya" he waved goodbye and walked his way, leaving you alone at the HQ training room.

More training sessions had been done, and you improved gravely. Gekko was pleased and also proud. "Hermosa, I think you're ready for your first mission and after it, I have a little surprise. Keep up the good work Cariño" He winked which left you speechless, but a happy feeling arose in your chest.