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taestefully-in-luv · 7 months ago

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Summer Heat

Summary: You run into your ex Taehyung at a bar and go home with him just to keep hanging out. But perhaps Taehyung wants more. And so do you.

Pairing: Taehyung x Female reader

Genre: exes au, exes to lovers, fluff, smut.

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: swearing, mentions of alcohol, dialogue heavy, communication, fingering, mention of oral, unprotected sex.

Notes: An exes to lovers Taehyung drabble request!!!! sorry it took so long...hope you enjoy anon! (and whoever else hehe)

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“Why did we break up?”

Did he ask that? Or did you? You aren’t sure who asked that. You just know that it’s been asked by one of you. The question floats in the air, the words growing bigger until they pop next to your ear. Your stomach stirs uncomfortably when the words echo a little, and finally, you realize it sounds a lot like your voice. You gulp.

“You don’t know?” Taehyung leans against the door frame, wood creaking before his arms cross over his chest. “If you don’t know then I definitely don’t know.” He suddenly smiles.

You’re wondering how you two ended up in his guest bedroom at his house. How you find yourself sitting on the edge of the bed, a towel neatly folded in your lap as you wait for Taehyung to leave the room so you can shower. You glance at the dresser where his clothes lay on top, ready for you to borrow. Wearing his clothes is…

“Sorry.” You look down, “I shouldn’t have asked honestly.”

“Why not?” His voice is teasing.

You look up again, “Because we spent the whole night talking about how the past is the past and I don’t know, it just felt nice to hang out. I don’t want to ruin any,” You motion your hands in the space between you, “Like…vibe we got going on.”

Taehyung laughs, his back relaxing more against the wall. “It has been fun, right? Who would have thought I’d run into you tonight.”

“I can’t believe its six in the morning.” You glance towards the window, a dark blue sky beginning to light up. “Thanks again for letting me crash here.”

“I’m the one who insisted we stay up.” Taehyung stretches his neck, a small smile still on his face. “We had, what was it? 5? 6 years to catch up on?”

“Something like that.” You smile back, shrugging a little. “Lucky tomorrow is Saturday and we don’t have to work.”

Taehyung gazes at you, the softness in his eyes hard to miss. “I think I would have stayed up no matter the day of the week.”

Your stomach tightens, “Oh yeah?”

“So why did we break up?”

He asks this time. The question now echoing in his voice.

“I don’t know really.” You answer, “We weren’t ready?”

Taehyung separates his back from the door frame, his legs taking him to the end of the bed where he sits next to you. “We were young?”

“And not ready.” You emphasize this time. “Right person, wrong time.”

“So are you going to let me know when it’s the right time?” Taehyung asks you, his voice quieter as he looks ahead. “Because who knows, maybe it’s still right person.” His eyes slide towards you, curiosity sitting in them.

You can’t help but quietly gasp to yourself, his curious eyes sharpening the more he gazes at you. You’ve been wondering all night. You’ve been wondering if there’s still something between you, especially because something electric has been bringing you closer the past few hours. But you didn’t know if it was your imagination.

Taehyung’s gaze drops down to your hand that rests against the mattress. His eyes trail up your bare arm and it feels as if his fingertips are grazing your skin.

“You think we’re still a good match?” You breathe out your words, your eyes falling to Taehyung’s bottom lip. “Or do your interests only lie in getting laid tonight?”

Taehyung’s eyes grow round, shocked at first before he chuckles, “Can it be both?”

You bite back another smile. “Maybe.”

It’s been five and half years since you and Taehyung called things off—well, since you called things off. In your eyes, it really was right person, wrong time. You aren’t sure if Taehyung agreed at that time because you didn’t really give him the chance to. That still stings a little. Probably more for him than you but seeing how lighthearted he’s been all night, you guess he’s over it.

Are you over it?

You kind of have to be.

“I remember you being a really good kisser.” Taehyung’s fingers crawl over to yours, his skin warm as he subtly touches you.

You bite down onto your bottom lip, another smile forming. “So this is about getting laid tonight.”

“Not at all. But maybe a part of it.” Taehyung taps his fingers before weaving them through yours. Then he pulls back. “But if you don’t want to do anything…”

“Who said that?” You find his dark eyes, “I might just be teasing you.”

“You’ve always loved teasing me.”

“Maybe I still do?”

“So, some things haven’t changed.” He teases back, shaking his dark hair from his eyes. “I wouldn’t mind if some things were still the same. There’s some things I’m hoping are very different though.”

“Like what?” You can’t help but ask, your hand sliding closer to his again.

“One, I hope you stopped being such a picky eater. And two, you let me have an opinion about us.”

You feel that sting. It shouldn’t be you who feels it but you do. “Us?”

“Yeah.” He hums, his fingers suddenly between yours again. He leans closer to you, “I want to decide things too.”

“Like what?”

“Like,” Taehyung naturally grows closer to you, his body suddenly pushing up against your side when he leans down and presses his lips against your bare shoulder. “If I should be in your life or not.”

You slowly close your eyes when you feel his warm breath before he places a kiss on your shoulder. Then another. And another.

He continues, “Last time, you decided without me. This time I want a say.” Another kiss.

You feel your stomach turn upside down, his lips confusing you while his words make you feel guilty.

“Taehyung.” You say his name, your voice uncontrollably insecure. “Are we talking about this now?”

Another kiss. “No.”

You open your eyes, your back straightening when you feel his arm wrap around your waist. It feels good and familiar. Yet you aren’t sure how to react.

“Is it crazy to say I’ve missed you?” Taehyung sighs out, resting his forehead against your shoulder. “It is, isn’t it? I shouldn’t have thought about you so much in these last few years.”

“Did you?”

“Yes.”

Your stomach flops again, but this time you feel intrigued. “What did you miss? Me? Or my lips? My mouth? My—”

“—Can’t I say everything?” Taehyung lifts himself, his eyes urging you to look at him. He stays close. “I missed your overthinking too, believe it or not.”

Your lips curl at the thought, his teasing working. “Oh yeah?”

“But I missed your hugs the most. When we hugged earlier…I swear I wanted to give you me right then and there.”

“Your vodka sodas make you chatty, don’t they?”

“Oh yeah.” He chuckles, “You aren’t used to it, right?”

“Considering you didn’t drink when I knew you, no. But it was fun drinking with you tonight.”

“You got kind of chatty too.” Taehyung decides to create space between you both, his body suddenly laying back on the bed. “Never been in love with anyone else since me?” He sounds proud. “Feels like that should have taken longer to admit—”

You hit his thigh with your fist, embarrassment hot on your neck. “Shut up, I didn’t think it was a big deal. Also, it’s the truth and I can’t change it.”

You’re turned to eye him, but you quickly look away before laying down yourself. You keep your hands together, resting on top of your stomach.

“I’m not sure I’ve really been in love either. Maybe. Maybe not.” Taehyung tells you. “I’ve definitely thought about you over the years though.”

“Like what?”

“Your mouth—”

You hit his thigh again.

He laughs this time, “Okay, okay. Like for example, I saw someone eating skittles a few weeks ago and it reminded me of you. How you eat them all except the purple ones.”

“I still don’t eat the purple ones.”

“Great.” Taehyung huffs out dramatically, “You’re still picky.” He turns his head towards you and you do the same, meeting his eyes. Your stomach flops again when he smirks at you. “Somehow I missed that, too.”

“Liar,” You can’t help but laugh. “You—”

“We still click, you know?” Taehyung cuts you off, his gaze sharp again. “I’d like to hang out again. But not as friends or anything…as…I don’t know,” He turns his head, eyes on the ceiling while he smiles sheepishly. “I want to see if we can make this work. Possibly.”

“Vodka sodas make you so loose-lipped.”

“Thank God, too. I’m saying all the things I want to say so I’m thankful for it.”

“Well….” You turn your body towards him, lifting yourself on you elbow, “What else do you want to say?”

“You’re very pretty. And I want to kiss you.” Taehyung mirrors his body to yours. He looks confident as usual but you see the nerves in his eyes. “I’m not kissing anyone else at the moment, if you’re worried about that.”

“I wasn’t.” You weren’t.

Taehyung has never been known for being a player, or messing with more than one girl at a time. If he’s showing interest in you then you know you’re the only one.

“I’ve been single for like 8 months already.” He tells you, “So I’m clean, too.”

“I…yeah, it’s been a little while for me too.” You glance towards the open door, “But also, you sound real hopeful this is going to go in your favor.”

“Please.” He playfully rolls his eyes. “I know the way you’ve been looking at me all night. Catching up has been nice but there’s more going on here, right?”

He’s right.

“No.”

“Now you’re the liar,” Taehyung smiles, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “But like I said, we don’t have to do anything. But I still want to see you again.”

You’re both sat up on your elbows, the distance small between you before you decide to be brave.

“Can I kiss you?” You ask.

Taehyung blinks at you for a moment, his dark eyes surprised.

“Just a kiss.” You assure him, your lips curling into a smirk. “One kiss.”

Taehyung holds his breath, seconds that feel like minutes pass. A small laugh finally leaves his mouth and his eyes fall to the bed. “Why am I suddenly nervous?” He admits. “As if I forgot how to kiss.”

“You were so confident earlier?” You tease him but you were positive you saw the nerves in his eyes and you were right.

“I think the vodka sodas helped and they’ve worn off at this exact moment.”

“How convenient.”

“It really is, isn’t it?”

You stare at Taehyung, his eyes going from yours to the mattress every few seconds before the strap of your tank top slides off your shoulder and his eyes glue to that extra inch of skin. It was a hot summer night, and a white tank top with some shorts is all the night called for.

You didn’t think you would run into Taehyung at a bar neither of you have been to. A night out with a couple of friends that happily ditched you to catch up with your ex.

“Why did we break up for real, y/n?” Taehyung’s eyes are back on yours. “I know but sometimes I doubt and question it.”

“Still?”

“You expect me not to?” He laughs a little but his voice is now the one that sounds uncontrollably insecure. “I was in love with you for so many years of my life. You were my best friend…”

You feel a sharp poke in your heart.

“I know.” You decide to sit up, your body slumping over a little. “I’m sorry.”

And you are. You’ve wanted to apologize for years.

“I know you’ve been sorry since the day we broke up.” Taehyung sits up too, his side pushed up against yours. Suddenly space isn’t necessary. “Don’t feel bad. I just want to hear you confirm your reason.”

You glance at Taehyung, eyes studying him. “I got scared.”

“Scared of what?”

“That I didn’t know myself yet. That it would have been better if we were older…more mature. I should have just talked to you. But I thought you’d agree. I just…” You stop, ripping your eyes away from him. “Wanted to make it easier for both of us at that time.”

“Okay.” Taehyung nods to himself. “It wasn’t because you stopped loving me?”

“No.” You don’t find the courage to look at him yet. “I still loved you.”

Taehyung bumps into your shoulder with his and you hear the lightness in his voice again. “We’re older? More mature? You think we could look at one another the way we did before?”

You straighten your back again. “You really want to try this again?”

“I really want to kiss you at the least.” He sounds teasing once more. “But yeah, I’d love to continue getting to know you and see where this might lead.”

“I offered to kiss you already but you chickened out.” You bump into his shoulder now.

“I know.” He laughs, “But turns out I did want to have the conversation now. Kind of want to kiss you even more now because of it.”

“Then kiss me now, if you want.”

You’re older now. More mature now.

Yet you’re sitting shoulder to shoulder, towel still folded in your lap, eyes on the floor and nerves surrounding you both.

Taehyung’s breath leaves his mouth in a warm puff and you feel it glide over your bare thighs. His nerves make you brave. You grasp the towel in your hands before placing it next to you and you turn your head towards the man you used to love.

He mirrors you, eyes still unsure.

“You’re cute.” You murmur. “And—”

Taehyung leans in closer, his eyes stuck on your lips. “It’s okay, right?”

You nod.

The warm breath you felt on your thighs now lingers over your lips. It makes you stop breathing.

He comes closer, his hand softly landing on your lower back, fingers slowly digging into your tank top as he grows closer and finally, you feel the skin of his lips touch yours in a kiss that becomes firmer the longer he stays. His kiss is so familiar that it will haunt you later.

Taehyung detaches for only a moment, catching his breath before he leans in again more confidently and you finally give him a response. Your lips slowly moving over his as you kiss him back, your hands sliding up his chest. So familiar. His tongue pokes out and you open your mouth just the slightest to grant his wish. You taste him now, and it’s also hauntingly familiar.

You feel your lower belly swirling and swirling, a tension growing between your legs and it makes you ache. You wish a few kisses didn’t make you this desperate already but when Taehyung feels your fingers slide up into his hair, he knows you desire more.

His tongue explores more freely and you moan into his mouth, the sound quiet and soft but it creates a stirring in Taehyung’s pants. He can feel himself grow harder. So, he kisses you harder.

You break away for a moment, lips wet and tingly. “You have a condom?”

“Already?” He asks, breathless. “Let me at least eat you out first.”

“I haven’t showered yet.” Your eyes slide to the side, feeling slightly embarrassed.

“I don’t care.”

“I care.”

His hands go to your shorts, fingers fiddling with the button. “Fingers?”

You think about it for a second, thighs squeezing together at the idea. “Okay.”

And his fingers are quick to undo the button on your shorts, and he pulls down the zipper. You quickly wiggle out of them, kicking them off of you, while they land somewhere on the floor.

“Cute underwear.” He tickles the skin above the band with his fingers, before they slide lower and you gasp. He begins rubbing them over where you ache. Your panties grow damper and damper, making it easy for him to move your underwear to the side, and his fingers dive into your wetness.

“Ah, Taehyung…” You become tense. Teeth digging into your bottom lip. “I—”

His fingers swirl over your clit, making you sigh out in content. They play here before he uses his middle finger to dive where you really want him. Finger massaging your entrance, before he adds another. Entering you, making you immediately relax once the moment you’ve been anticipating is over. He works to stretch you out, his eyes focused on yours, his tongue wetting his lips as he watches how you start to fall into a daze.

His fingers feel so good. They’re long and reaching the right places. He curls them, making you whine, head falling to his shoulder and he chuckles.

“Feel good?” He whispers, fingers working harder and all you hear is how they fuck into you.

You nod against his shoulder, a breathy laugh leaving your lips.

“I want you…” You admit, “Now.”

His fingers stop moving, his head suddenly nodding quickly and he slides them out. “Yeah.”

Taehyung brings his fingers to his mouth, licking them proudly and you don’t have it in you to tell him to stop. He wanted your familiar flavor. So, it can haunt him later too.

You stand, eyes on him as you take your tank top off. He stands too, helping you take off your bra and his eyes are glued to your chest, clouding over with lust. You reach for the bottom of his shirt and he helps you take it off his body. Shorts and boxers are next. You stare at his cock, the head of it throbbing and you feel your mouth water. Another time, you tell yourself.

You finally slip off your underwear and you stand here, gazing at one another and you both become dizzy.

“You’re so beautiful.” He tells you, hands reaching for your hips and he guides you to the bed again, laying you down. “I’ll show you what you’ve been missing.”

“Me too.” You tell him, breathless and heated.

Taehyung crawls over your body and you feel how he moves his cock to enter you, moving slowly until he’s snug between your legs. You both sigh. Your walls tightening around him. He feels so good. And so familiar. He pushes himself further into you, your legs wrapping around his waist until you gasp to yourself, eyes shutting in contentment.

“You feel…” You can’t finish your sentence.

“Yeah.” He agrees, sliding out of you before thrusting back in. He repeats this motion a few, slow times. Letting his cock get soaked and pulled into your sweet core. He can’t remember the last time he felt this entranced. Maybe it was with you.

He starts fucking into you, the repeated motions are smooth and calculated. He’s trying his best to fuck you at the angle that is going to make you whimper. And he finally finds it. He moans into your neck, his hot breath making your skin moist. He starts kissing your throat.

You feel yourself growing tighter and tighter the more he firmly pushes in. You’re going to cum.

Taehyung starts thrusting faster, his kisses growing sloppy and he forces himself to slow down, his body trembling above yours. Oh, he’s really close.

“You’re so pretty…” He moans, his thrusts getting harder. “I fucking missed you, your pussy…everything.”

“Taehyung…” You wrap your arms around him, nails clawing at his back. “Fuck, just like that…I’ll cum.”

“Yeah. I know.” He smirks against your neck before he lifts his head and locks eyes with you. “Let’s cum together, y/n. Fuck,” His pace grows faster and you feel your insides crumble. He feels too good.

“I’m gonna—” You choke on air when he thrusts particularly hard, pushing into you so deep it makes your stomach tighten. He fucks you so deep you wonder how you could go without this any longer.

“y/n.” He chants your name, head falling into your neck again, whining against your skin and that’s all it takes for the band inside you to snap. You feel warmth gushing around his cock, dribbling out of you as you cum all around him and his hips thrust forward a few more times before he releases every drop of cum he can offer inside you.

Your body becomes limp, legs falling from his waist as you catch your breath, silently laughing as the euphoria continues to overtake you. Taehyung laughs too, breathing heavily above you, his eyes shining with happiness. You can’t miss it.

“We forgot the condom.” He tells you.

“I know.” You bite your lip, hiding another smile. You aren’t worried since you’re on birth control. “Maybe you can shower with me?”

He leans down to kiss you, smile all over his face. “Okay, and then I’m eating you out.”

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borathae · 1 year ago

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“Courtesy of your sudden insomnia, you attempt to seek sleepiness by sitting at the beach. Which sadly means leaving a very sleepy and even cuddlier Yoongi in the tent. Something he doesn’t like at all.”

Pairing: Vampire!Yoongi x Witch!Reader

Genre: slice of life Fluff, established relationship!AU, Camping Trip!AU

Warnings: Yoongi being a sleepy & tiny cutie, the smallest hint at suggestive themes in the form of Yoongi being secretly subby for strong!OC fjadfja, i apologise for my strength kink shining through at the end, my 5"3 ass really thinks that she can carry a cute boy who is taller than her, lisTEN I JUST WANNA CARRY MY BOI >:-( AT LEAST LET ME DO IT IN FICTION >:-(

Wordcount: 2.1k

a/n: writing this made me think of all the summer holidays I spent in Croatia with my grandparents and I got incredibly sad because I won’t ever be able to see my grandpa again. the campsite is inspired by the campsite they always had their caravan at and despite my very sad author notes, this is a happy drabble lmaoo

Your boyfriend is sleeping with his back facing you. Somewhere in the tent someone is snoring. Probably Jungkook. Hoseok shares a tent with you as well. He’s got Dragana sleeping next to him. The others, consisting of Taehyung, Jimin, Seokjin and Emma as well as Genevieve, are sharing the neighbouring tent.

If one hadn’t figured it out yet, you went camping. The trip started on Saturday and has been going on for four days. It will still continue for another ten days.

Nature is beautiful. The trips you take during the day are goddamn amazing and the food Yoongi prepares on your camping grill is to die for. You help him every night, which earned you the loving title of “this trips’ mom and dad”. Jungkook tried not to snicker, but he did.

The campsite offers various activities and entertainment zones as well and you are able to reach a small town by car twenty minutes from here.

Truly, it is utterly perfect here. Tall pine forests fill the air with their scents and the ocean offers places to swim and relax. The campsite is located along a bay, which meant the water was almost calm and the boats weren’t racing past you with their loud motors. It was utterly perfect this way.

It is nothing but relaxation and yet you can’t fall asleep. Maybe it’s Jungkook’s snoring or maybe it’s the slightly uncomfortable camping bed, but you can’t fall asleep tonight. You have already been trying for the past two hours and it’s getting exhausting.

You reach out and tap Yoongi’s back, whispering his name as quietly as possible.

He wakes up instantly, lifting his head as a small “hm” escapes him. A tired “mhm-hm” follows and then he already turns his head to you, showing off his terribly dented hair.

“Hm-mh”, another sleepy sound and then Yoongi rolls over, facing you that way. He is looking at you, you know that he is because his eyes reflect the moonlight in a slightly ruby glow.

“Mhm?”

“Did I wake you?”

“Hm.”

“I’m sorry, I can’t fall asleep.”

“Mhhm”, Yoongi closes his eyes and places his hand on your cheek. It is heavy and really warmed up from balling it into a fist in his sleep.

“I tried to, but I can’t.”

“Hmh.”

“Yoongi, can’t you stay awake with me a little?”

“M.”

You stub his nose. Unlike his hand, it is cold to the touch. Courtesy of the chilly night air. Yet another reason why you can’t fall asleep. You are so, so cold that you can’t get comfortable.

“Please Boongie.”

“Do I gotta?” he murmurs in a deep, raspy voice. It is truly so heavy in sleep that you can barely decipher the syllables.

“Yes, please.”

He opens his eyes, blinking at you slowly. He doesn’t say anything. You share silence and Jungkook’s snoring. Somehow you think that it got even louder.

“Yoongi, I’m cold and the bed is uncomfy and Kookie’s snoring so loudly.”

“Mhm”, Yoongi closes in and drapes his arm over you so he could tug you in properly. Then he rubs his hand up and down your back, warming you up that way. The shivering stops, because he is warm and feels safe. You are nuzzled into his chest with his scent engulfing you.

“Thank you. You’re so snuggly.”

“Hmh.”

Another round of silence and Jungkook’s snoring passes. You think that Yoongi fell back asleep because he is breathing terribly slowly again and his hand stopped rubbing your back.

You wiggle so you could tilt your head and look up at his face.

“Psst, Yoongi?” you whisper.

“Hh”, he wanted to hum again, but it only comes out as an airy sound.

“I still can’t fall asleep.”

Yoongi peels his eyes open one by one. First the right, then the left.

“Hh”, another airy sound.

“Do you want to go for a walk?”

“No.”

You pout and boop his nose, “please?”

He shakes his head slowly.

You huff out air in frustration. Stubborn sleepyhead.

“Fine”, you give up, “I’ll go alone. I’m too energized. You stay comfy.”

You wiggle out of his weak hold even if he whines sleepily and tries to grab for you again. You are stronger however, shaking off his arm successfully.

“Please no”, Yoongi begs, but you have already put your mind to it. You smooch his cheek.

“I’ll be back soon. Promise”, you whisper and roll out of bed, abandoning a sulking Yoongi to tiptoe out of the tent.

The air is cool and smells of pine needles. The once loud cicadas of the day have fallen silent. Only your steps and the occasional cracking of a branch as you step on it can be heard in the silence. The dirty dishes of tonight’s dinner are gathered in a plastic washing basket. Seokjin and Jungkook will carry them to the washing area tomorrow morning to clean them. While Jimin and Hoseok will prepare breakfast. You decided on it after dinner. The campsite doesn’t allow open fire for safety reasons. The coal in the safe griller is still cooling down as you pass it, giving off a hint of warmth. It brushes past your legs as quickly as you walk.

You are around two rows of camper vans and caravans separated from the ocean. One dirt path separates the caravan rows from the tent rows and throughout the area old, wind-bended pines provide shadow in the daylight. Most vans are dark by now, except for one where the lights are still on. You try not to listen in as you pass it on your way to the beach.

The small bar, which offers drinks and snacks during the day, is empty right now. The shutters are closed and the chairs are resting flipped on the tables. You maneuver your way through the tables for the sole purpose of wanting to and it is fun to do. You take the two wooden stairs down and land back on the earthen ground, which was covered in pine needles and pine cones.

Only a few more steps and then there is white rock under your feet. The ocean is just a few more steps away. You take them and jump off the small elevation onto the white pebbles. They crunch under your weight, forming a melody as you wander over the empty beach. There are people relaxing on it during the day and children playing in the shallow waters, but now it looks abandoned and calm. Someone forgot their beach mat on the pebbles. You look around for a moment and once you made sure that the coast is clear, sit down on the mat. It does little to shield the pokey nature of the pebbles, but it is better than sitting on the hard, cold stone without anything in between.

You stretch out your legs and let out a loud sigh. The air smells of ocean and pine needles. It is such a nice smell. You inhale deeply through your nose and exhale the same way. You feel a little sleepier already. The walk wasn’t long, but the change in scenery and the new sights to take in, helped your brain to rid itself of the clutter which has been keeping you awake. It wasn’t bad clutter, but it was just enough to keep you awake. You place your hands on the pebbles behind your back and lean your weight on them. Like this, the stones dig into your butt and so you have to wiggle it to change into a more comfortable position. The stones make a sound as you do and somehow they continue making a sound even after you stopped moving. How peculiar. You listen harder. Steps. Quiet ones, but steps nonetheless. Someone is walking over the pebbles to get to you.

You turn your head and squint your eyes. They have been in the dark long enough that you can see the world perfectly. Someone with a smaller frame and dark hair is trotting to you slowly. Their black hoodie is oversized and their shorts reach them just above their knees. You know exactly who is taking a terribly sleepy walk to you, waiting for him with a fluttering heart.

“Why are you here?” you ask him as he reaches your side.

“I can’t sleep when you’re not with me”, Yoongi answers you and drops down on the beach mat. He turns to you instantly, resting his bend legs on your lap and draping his arm over your tummy so he can rest his head on your shoulder. The sleeves of his hoodie reach over his hands, only the tips of his fingers poke out. He nuzzles his cheek against you and huffs out air almost sadly, “don’t leave like this, please”, he murmurs, sounding oh so sad.

“I’m sorry”, you say, draping your arm around him and pulling him closer, “I just needed some air. Kookie’s snoring almost drove me insane.”

He nods his head in understanding and hums quietly. He snuggles even closer and stubs your neck with his nose. It feels cold from the chilly air, but as he exhales, a warm tingle brushes over your skin.

“You’re warm”, he whispers.

“Mhm, your nose is cold”, you say and rub your hand over his exposed shins, “and your legs too”, you add, rubbing them more vigorously to warm him up.

“I’m cold.”

“I thought you can’t get cold.”

“I get cold when you’re not with me.”

You smile and rest your head against his’, “I see.”

Yoongi reaches further over your waist until he can tug at the sleeve of your hoodie. You understand what his gesture meant, lifting your hand so you can intertwine your fingers with him. Yoongi lets out a small sound of happiness and squeezes your hand, growing smaller in your arm as he relaxes.

“I like this”, he whispers slowly. It is a telltale sign that he is this close to falling asleep on your shoulder. He has his eyes closed.

“I like it too”, you answer him quietly, caressing his knuckles. You have your eyes closed as well.

“Don’t you wanna go back to bed?” he asks with an obvious pout on his lips.

“But I like sitting here. It’s peaceful.”

“I’m sleepy.”

“That’s okay. I’ll carry you back if you fall asleep.”

Yoongi stays silent for a moment before he snuggles against you in a small wiggle and mumbles a shy, “I’m too heavy, don’t do that.”

You chuckle, giving his head a little kiss.

“You’re not too heavy, love. You’re my petite, little prince. I can carry you.”

“Oh my god”, he breathes and wiggles again, nudging your tummy with your intertwined hands, “don’t call me that.”

You smile, pulling him closer and using the safe grip you have on his arm to caress him.

“You’re so cute”, you say and kiss his head softly, nuzzling your nose into his soft hair afterwards to get a whiff of his shampoo. Rosemary and mint. It smells heavenly, making your eyes feel droopy, “mhm love, you smell so good.”

“You too.”

You give him a gentle squeeze and an adoring kiss. Then you rub your hand up and down his arm again.

“I really like this place. It’s so beautiful”, you say.

“You’re beautiful”, Yoongi murmurs, making your heart flutter.

“You’re so cute”, you murmur and squeeze him, “and you’re beautiful as well.”

“Mhm.”

“How did you find me either way? Did you use your nose?”

“No, I knew you’d be at the beach”, he says and adds in a whisper, “you like the beach.”

He knows. Even the smallest, most inconspicuous details about you, he knows and remembers.

You seriously want to move mountains for this man. When there are clouds in the night sky, you want to blow them away just so he can see the stars and when he feels cold, you want to change the weather just so he doesn’t have to shiver.

“You know what I thought of right now?” you ask him.

He shakes his head slowly.

“That I love you like crazy.”

He wiggles again and whines, ending it with a terribly shyly mumbled, “I love you too.”

You and he will sit by the beach until his small breaths of sleep meet your ears. Like promised, you carry him back to the tent, even if he wakes up halfway through it as you had to bounce him in your arms for a better grip. He doesn’t complain when he wakes, he merely closes his arms around you tighter and whimpers your name against your neck.

Come morning, he will pretend as if nothing ever happened, but he will sneak longing and very submissive glances your way throughout the day.

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Love made me crazy...

❅Boyfriend!Jongho❅

TW: mentions of a panic attack, and just an overload of fluff and delulu lol

Word count: 2,5k

A/N: Uh...hi? I don't want to talk about it, okay? I don't know what's happening to me because I keep writing and writing when I have so many other things to do, it's maddening. But this is solely Jongho's fault: 1. he keeps bias wrecking me, and I love this man so much that I can barely contain myself at this point; 2. he just had to mention the first snow fall in Korea man...; 3. I love Choi Jongho. Anyways, this is a small scenario/drabble, I don't even know what to call it. I hope you all enjoy it and leave feedback, I really appreciate it! Happy reading!

There was something about winter time that you didn’t particularly like. Perhaps it was the sun going down too fast, coating the world into darkness at 5 pm already, or perhaps it was the cold which never seemed to go away, seeping into your bones, making it a constant reminder that you handled warmth and summer a lot better. But then there were also things you absolutely loved about winter: the cozy clothes you could wear, the hot chocolate with marshmallows you could frequently enjoy, the Christmas Carols which became annoying once the holiday was over, the joy and excitement you felt wrapping up presents and then opening yours, the possibility to go skating on a warmer day, the relief of entering a warm place after being out in the cold for too long, and the snow. The snow was your number one favorite. You couldn’t wait for it to finally fall, the first snow holding a deeper significance. If you were with your lover while the first snow fell, that meant eternal love and a lifetime spent together. The thought alone could make you giggle and you muffled your mouth with the paw of you thick sweater, having gotten off track while studying. The holidays were right around the corner and winter break would soon start, you wanted to get some homework done before you’d be on your merry way, and what better place to do that at other than your university’s library? The studious ambiance helped focusing on your task at hand, feeling determined to finish your assignment in cultural studies. It was a subject you weren’t fond of and found it hard to sit yourself down and proceed with the assignment, but after all of your friends have handed in theirs, you realized the deadline was dangerously nearing, and so, you finally committed yourself to doing it. If it weren’t for the library and all the other hard-working students, you probably would have given up after half an hour. But now, three hours later, you stood proudly, and admittedly quite tiredly, as you stretched in your seat, a grin on your lips. It was almost 7 pm, the library would be closing in just an hour. You only had to write the conclusion for your assignment, but that was something you could do in the comfort of your room too, so, you grabbed the two books you have used for research, and stood, turning to walk to place them back on their respective shelves. One section wasn’t far from your desk as you quickly found where the book belonged to, having memorized the shelf and two other books you have taken them from beside. Then came the last book, which was more towards the back of the library, where the lights were dimmer in order to save up some costs since no students sat around there. You turned to the left, walking down between two large bookcases, eyes narrowed at the titles of the books. Your vision was slightly blurry as your eyes hurt from having stared at your laptop for three hours without a break. You realized you had turned onto the wrong row, so you went to check out the next one, successfully finding the empty spot where your book belonged. You cheered very quietly, pushing the book back to its place, just as you felt hands on your waist, squeezing. You yelped loudly, grateful that you were in the back and not bothering anyone, as you quickly turned around, slightly terrified by who would sneak up on you like that, but your heartbeats slightly calmed at the familiar face of your boyfriend.

“Jongho!” You whisper-shouted as you lightly slapped your boyfriend’s chest, his lips pulling up into an adorable grin, cheeks puffing up and eyes twinkling with amusement, “You scared me!”

“I thought my girlfriend would be more aware of her surroundings,” Jongho teased as he ruffled your hair, making you pout, “Especially when a handsome man like myself was trailing her—”

“Ey, Jongho, now you’re just asking for—” You tsked as you narrowed your eyes at your boyfriend, who slightly stepped closer, making you walk into the shelves behind you.

“Asking for a what?” He asked cheekily, making your heartbeat pick up again. Jongho and you had been dating for two months now and you knew you should have gotten used to his antics, his shameless flirting and playfulness, but you could never quite do so. He always said something which took you off guard or made you a blushing and stuttering mess. Like right now, as he jut his lips out and made kissy faces, teasing you as you pretended to be annoyed, desperately trying not to giggle.

“Who’s the one asking for a kiss now?” You teased back, but only blushed more when Jongho smirked, leaning closer, your noses almost touching.

“I can’t help myself when my girlfriend is so cute.” You would’ve rolled your eyes but Jongho’s soft lips were pressed against yours, making your eyes close as your arms went around his shoulders, pulling him into yourself. Jongho’s hands wrapped around your middle, smiling into the kiss as your lips assaulted his eagerly, having missed him all day long. He had classes early in the morning and then he had to attend his swimming classes, his tournament was soon coming up, he had to train hard. You didn’t even agree to meet up today, but his presence was more than welcomed as you had been thinking about him all day. Your lips moved softly against each other, kisses drawn out and slow, Jongho taking his time in tasting you and the hot white chocolate you had drank not too long ago—you had to sneak that into the library, but what the librarian doesn’t know about won’t hurt her. You revealed in Jongho’s comforting arms, his honey like cologne sweet and familiar. He felt like home, like that cozy place you’d frequent because you grew to love it and made you feel safe, protected from the cold outside world. That’s how Jongho made you feel like, safe, and like you could conquer the whole world with him by your side. He was the sweetest person you had the luck of meeting and far the most loving person in your life. He was so easy to love, your heart felt full as your lips moved together, breathing in each other, wrapped up in your own world before Jongho slightly pulled back, seemingly breathless. It made you chuckle as you cradled his cheek and rubbed his flushed soft skin with your thumb, not even trying to fight off the huge smile on your lips.

“I missed you.” You couldn’t help but giggle as you allowed the confession to slip past your lips, and Jongho’s face lit up even more as his cheeks flushed a darker shade of red, lips pouting as he looked down embarrassed, but still nuzzled his face into your hand. Sometimes he made you wonder how you survived his cuteness without having a heart attack yet.

“I missed you too, how was your day?” Jongho asked as he raised his head up again, and kissed your cheeks slowly, slightly distracting you from what you were about to say.

“Way too long without you by my side, but—” You giggled as Jongho bit your cheek lightly, “I finally managed to do my social studies assignment!”

Jongho hummed and pulled away to be able to look into your eyes, “Finally, I thought I’d have to tie you to a chair myself and force you to do it.”

You snickered and lightly punched his shoulder, wrapping your arms around his neck again as you pressed a quick kiss against his cherry red lips, “And how was your day?”

“Productive and practical,” Jongho said confidently, eyes glinting with mischief, “I have mastered how to keep you out of my thoughts, you won’t be able to bother me anymore when you’re not with me.”

You gasped dramatically and tried to step away from Jongho, but his arms tightened around you as he grinned, fingers flexing against your sides, threatening to tickle you, “Don’t pout like that. If I keep thinking about you only I will lose in the tournament, and then I’ll be really sad.”

“You won’t lose, Jongho, you’re phenomenal, I’ve seen you compete before.” You encouraged him with a fond smile, having seen him competing before. It’s actually how you got to know of the existence of Choi Jongho. Your best friend had been a big swimmer until an awful injury, which led her to now enjoying going to swimming competitions, cheering for her once fellow teammates and rivals. Apparently, Jongho and her used to train under the same coach, so when she heard that Jongho went to the same university as the two of you while maintaining his swimmer career, she was exhilarated to go and see him compete. And, of course, she dragged you with herself, trying to convince you why you should also pick up a few swimming lessons as you couldn’t swim very well. The match seemed to be quite interesting, but you found yourself bored throughout the half of it, having to excuse yourself to the bathroom. On your way back is when you ran into Jongho, quite literally, as he came stumbling out of the men’s restroom. He seemed to have trouble breathing and when you noticed he couldn’t really form coherent sentences, it became obvious by his lack of breathing pattern that he was having a panic attack. Your best friend having those quite often, you were familiar with the process, and you managed in helping Jongho calm down, only to find out that he got proposed to join the national swimming team. Since he was already nervous from the current match, and that combined with the shocking news he had just gotten it lead to him feeling overwhelmed, which then lead to a breakdown. After you were sure he was feeling fine, the two of you parted ways and you went back to my best friend, explaining why you came back later than expected. And much to your surprise, after the event was over, your best friend forced you to wait with her for her long-time friend, only to introduce you to the guy you had helped with his panic attack, Choi Jongho. You seemed to run into each other quite frequently at university after that, and after a few in passing quick conversations, Jongho asked for your number, which you gladly gave to him. That was probably the best decision of your life.

“What would I do without your support…” Jongho mumbled to himself before he pecked your lips and stepped back, offering his hand for you to take, “Are you hungry? Want to grab some dinner on our way home?”

“I’m a bit tired, if you don’t mind, we could just hang out at my place instead of eating out.” You said as your fingers interlaced and the two of you took off towards your table. Jongho wore an ankle long dark brown coat, his black ripped jeans peeking through as he walked.

“That’s fine by me,” Jongho answered quietly with a smile, “how do you feel about some Chinese take-out?”

You grinned as you nodded your head at him, “That would be lovely.”

After gathering your things and placing them in your backpack, Jongho and you were off towards the Chinese take-out place, hands clasped together, and noses hidden behind your thick scarves. Jongho talked about his day, told you about meeting his new coach and instantly taking a liking to him. He mentioned how Hongjoong got the call too and would be joining their team, leaving Jongho ecstatic that his best friend would be once again by his side not just out of water, but in water too. He knew you wouldn’t see each other for a month as he’d be touring the country very soon, so very enthusiastically he showed you the calendar on his phone and what plans he had made for the two of you for the remaining days of the month, wanting to spend as much time with you as possible. You couldn’t help but tear up a bit at how attentive and caring he was, pecking his cheek lightly despite Jongho hating PDA; he didn’t exactly complain as he turned his head and stole a swift kiss, making you giggle. Just as you crossed the road, the Chinese restaurant a few steps in front of you, something wet fell on your cheek. Your eyebrows furrowed as you looked up, dreading the thought of rain as you hadn’t brought an umbrella with yourself, and by the looks of it, Jongho didn’t have one either. Jongho noticed how you had stopped moving and he turned around, eyebrows raised as he gazed at you curiously, your eyebrows furrowed as you stared up at the dark cloudy sky, white specks helter-skelter falling from the darkness above. Your eyes widened as more wet spots fell on your face and you raised your free hand up high, opening your palm to catch the small snowflakes. Jongho’s eyes wandered around in surprise as he took in the sudden snowfall, fingers tightening around yours. It was the first snowfall of the year. Upon realizing this, your lips pulled up into a huge grin and you beamed up at Jongho as his eyes found yours. That gummy smile which you loved so much was back on his face and he gently tugged on your joined hands, pulling you into his chest.

“Would you look at that,” He muttered with amusement; however his eyes were filled with fondness, “The first snowfall of the year.”

“Just when I was walking with my boyfriend, how convenient.” You chuckled as your nose scrunched up and you leaned in, kissing the corner of your boyfriend’s lips.

“You know what this means…” Jongho trailed off, grinning as the snow continued to fall around the two of you, wrapping the world into a white blanket.

“I do, Jongho.” You whispered, suddenly feeling shy as your boyfriend cooed at you.

“I suppose you’ll be stuck with me forever now.” He said quite smugly, shrugging nonchalantly as he made you laugh, content about the prospect of having to live his life with you by his side.

“Wouldn’t want to have it any other way,” You brought your joined hands inside your jacket’s pocket, fingers having frozen by now, “I love you, Jongho.”

“And I love you too, pookie.” The nickname made you burst into laughter, but you pulled Jongho into a hug, burying your head into the comfort of his neck, the inside of his scarf warm against your skin. Your nose was freezing and Jongho yelped when he felt it pressing against his hot skin, making you chuckle. But he didn’t pull away as he patted the snow out of your hair, feeling content.

“Let’s go inside before we turn into statues.” He mumbled close to your ear and you nodded, agreeing with him. The moment might’ve felt magical, but you fancied knowing your body wouldn’t freeze over. With your hands still intertwined, you hurried inside the Chinese take-out place, giggling as Jongho ruffled his hair, making it stick out in odd places.

Yes, perhaps there were no coincidences. You could totally imagine living your life with this one lovable human being.

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humanitys-strongest-bamf · 2 years ago

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levi drabble? no. 12 please <3 ooh but flip the tables, its levi saying it or dont- okay i cannot decide-

I LOVE THIS???????

also i hope i characterized him okay enough lol. i'm writing this at work in between clients soooo

come torture me with this drabble challenge!

#12: "i wish you wanted me"

Want | Canonverse Fluff Oneshot

✧ word count ➼ 1k ✧ notes ➼ canonverse, captain!reader, mutual pining, this accidentally turned into a oneshot lol

"Captain? Captain, your orders?"

The scout's voice seemed muffled. All of Levi's senses seemed muffled. His gaze was only fixated on one side of the forest, desperately trying to pick up any visual or auditory cues.

"Captain?"

Levi finally got dragged back into reality with that third prompt from his subordinate. Having been fixated on only one thing, anything discussed within the past 5 minutes had been completely disregarded.

"What?"

"Your orders? There are Titans approaching from the left and right flanks," the scout said nervously.

It wasn't like Levi to be this scatter-brained. He always knew what it was that he had to do and he most certainly never missed out on vital information that was being told directly to him. He was overly distracted and it was affecting his ability on the field.

You were currently fighting on the left flank. Another newer squad was fighting on the right. He knew which side he had to go to for reinforcements.

He desperately wanted to go to yours. He wanted to make sure you were safe. He knew it wasn't anything other than a foolish, selfish emotional whim. You were more than capable of taking care of yourself and your squad. Strategically, he had to go to the right flank to maximize their chances of survival.

After clearing out the Titans, the Survey Corps formed a small fortified camp to rest and patch up any wounded before continuing the expedition.

You were currently in front of a campfire with your cloak and uniform jacket thrown off to the side. The only thing you kept wearing was the tank top that was usually underneath your uniform. The only reason for this was to expose your right bicep, which had gotten deeply scratched during your battle fending off the Titans. You had spent the last hour having Levi patch it up after he noticed you struggling to do it on your own.

He was awkwardly quiet the entire time, as if something was deeply on his mind.

"Did your squad do any better?" you asked, breaking the silence.

He grunted. "Not really, but at least no one died."

Simply being able to come out of an expedition without anyone dying was a miracle. Although no one on your squad died either, it was primarily because you had to go in multiple times to save them yourself. It probably would've been more efficient if you went in alone.

"You should really re-evaluate your squad," Levi said bluntly.

Your eyebrows scrunched together as you scowled at him.

"Don't be so arrogant," you scolded. "Not everyone has the advantage of your bloodline."

"Tch," he responded in irritation. Every single time someone attributed his capabilities to his Ackerman heritage made him want to punch something.

"It's not that," he said, matching your tone. "My squad doesn't need me to constantly risk my own ass to save them."

You rolled your eyes.

"Well, good for you, Levi. I'm glad that you're satisfied with your subordinates," you said dryly. "Can you quit being dissatisfied with mine?"

He let your arm go and set the bandages off to the side, irritated by your unexpected commentary.

"I'm not joking around, _____. You shouldn't have to be constantly risking your life out there because of your subordinate's mistakes."

You groaned and slightly pushed him away now that he was no longer treating your arm.

"Why the hell do you even care so much?"

Deep down, you knew. Deep down, he knew. It was quite a while ago, but you both could recall a time in which you two were dancing around the concept of romantic feelings for each other.

Of course, it never progressed to anything. It wasn't appropriate and you didn't want to start a scandal. He was still your superior at the time.

Levi parted his lips to speak, but it took a few seconds for any words to come out.

"I can't stop thinking about you when you're on the field," he said quietly. "And it's a pain in the ass to not be able to focus."

You blinked at him, confused as to where he was going with his comments.

"Why?" you asked. "Am I doing something wrong? I'm not your subordinate anymore, remember?"

He exhaled in almost what seemed like a defeated fashion as he looked away.

"I just," he said with his voice barely audible, pausing as if he was unsure if he should mutter the words that were about to come out of his mouth.

"I wish you wanted me."

Your eyes widened as those deeply buried thoughts and feelings were brought to the surface. You had assumed that he had moved on. After all, it has been some time that you had been promoted to a Captain yourself, yet it was never brought up.

You looked down and shuffled a bit, adjusting your position to be a bit more comfortable.

Finally, you looked up at him, seeing that he was now glancing at you too.

"Who says I don't?" you said quietly before shooting him a small smile.

You saw a sight that you never thought you'd see.

Levi Ackerman was paralyzed. He looked like he couldn't move. He looked like even if you reached out and pushed him off the seat that he'd remain unmoving.

Levi was not expecting your response. He had continuously told himself that you weren't interested and that anything resembling a confession would be a waste of time and would only bring him shame. He wasn't expecting anything good to come out of it.

"I'd be lying if I said that I never thought about how much I want you to want me too," you said, shifting a bit closer to him, placing your hand on his.

Feeling your touch oriented him back to reality as he looked into your eyes. He didn't know how to process this. He had held onto that feeling of rejection, telling himself that he never wanted to feel that way again and that he wouldn't put himself in that position again.

He never expected anything good to come out of those words that he had muttered—but it did, giving him something new, fresh, and hopeful to hold onto.

A/N: this is the pouty face i imagine him making as he says the line ;aljf;alksdf he's so cute i can't

#drabble challenge #kats oneshots #levi ackerman #levi ackermann #levi heichou #levi x reader #kats levi fluff #levi ackerman x reader #levi heichou x reader #levi ackermann x reader #aot reader insert #levi x you #levi ackerman x you #levi ackermann x you #levi heichou x you #levi fluff

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itsthedoodle · 1 year ago

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Tiny Ancient Pup

For @officialrhysandweek 🩵

A drabble for day 5: Family Man

Rhysand winnowed right outside of the gate to the River House, mindful of the small mass of fur in his arms. Truth be told, he had no idea how he had been roped into this but he supposed there was a first time for everything.

It had started like a very casual day the other week—he had spent the morning with Nyx, treating him to breakfast first and then an uninterrupted day of just the two of them, which was something they did regularly. Growing up, he hadn’t had a doubt his mother loved him, but his father had been cold and distant with both children, which had led to Rhys swearing his own children would never doubt they were loved.

It was during one of these uninterrupted days, while on a walk around Velaris, that they had stopped at the animal shelter, and it was precisely at that moment his current problem had begun. Rhys had been taking Nyx to the shelter ever since he was old enough to walk, and Nyx loved spending hours playing with the animals, but he had never really expressed anything beyond a reluctance to part with them.

Nyx had been quiet on their way home, and he hadn’t said anything the rest of the day either. It had only been during dinner, when he had pushed his food around the plate the way Feyre did when something was bothering her that Rhys had realized something was going on.

He had tried sensing the root of the problem, but his son’s mental shields had been up and tight, the way they had drilled it into him from the moment he had been old enough to manage them. Rhys had chosen to give him space to sort it out, trusting him to bring it up whenever he felt ready.

Which had been two hours later as soon as Rhys had tucked him in for the night.

“Dad? I really like spending time at the shelter.”

Rhys had simply smiled and kissed his forehead. “I know, me too. Most of all, I like spending time with you.”

Nyx had reached up and wrapped his arms around his father’s neck, hugging him. “Me too.” He had then pressed his face against Rhys’s shoulder and had mumbled in superspeed “Canwegetadog?”.

Rhys had simply blinked. “A dog?”

“Yeah. There's this one, she’s really sweet.” Nyx had looked up at him with his own puppy eyes. “I’ll take care of her myself, I swear. And I know how to teach her stuff, she’ll be good.”

He had told Nyx he would think about it, and when he had shared this with Feyre, she had simply laughed and wished him good luck.

So here he was, days later, dog in his arms. Rhys had asked the Fae male at the shelter about it, and he had shown him the one dog that would always act weird whenever Nyx left, and get overly excited when he visited again. The one year old pup had soft, wavy gray fur all over, eyes round and dark. She had looked very standoffish, but had not complained when Rhys had picked her up, and was now simply looking at him with the kind of disregard and coldness that would make most feel uncomfortable.

Nyx had claimed she was sweet, and while Rhys didn’t doubt him, he was having a hard time seeing it.

He repositioned her on his right forearm, and opened the door, entering the house, finding the foyer empty. Rhys reached out a mental talon, softly tapping on Nyx’s mental gates.

Nyx let him know he was coming, and Rhys set the dog down next to his feet, where she simply wagged her tail excitedly.

Almost as if she knew who was coming.

The moment she saw Nyx, she broke into a sprint, jumping at his feet like a bouncing ball.

Nyx let out an excited squeal, lowering himself on his knees as he started scratching the pup’s belly.

Rhys simply observed the two of them, all his worries regarding this being a wise decision disappearing.

“I’m assuming she is the one you meant?”

Nyx, who had started crying, wiped his tears and ran to him, and Rhys lowered himself to collect his son in a hug.

“Thank you, dad.” Nyx shook in his arms, half from excitement, half from sobs. “I love you.”

Rhys kissed the top of his head. “I love you, too. What will you name her?”

Nyx pulled away, sniffing. “Weeeell… about that…”

Rhys raised an eyebrow, unsure where the conversation was going but fully convinced it was going to cost him his sanity.

“I kind of already gave her a name months ago when I first saw her. She has grey fur, and looks unfriendly but is generally harmless once you get to know her so you know, it reminded me of Amren… so her name is Amren.”

Rhys blinked, unsure if he was hearing correctly. “You named the dog Amren… like the Amren?”

Nyx nodded sheepishly. “How mad can she be? Uncle Cass calls her an angry snowball every time it snows and he’s still alive, limbs intact.”

Rhys suppressed a groan, and muttered a prayer to the Mother.

#rhysandweek2023 #acotar #rhysand #nyx #rhysand nyx #Rhys and Nyx fluff #best dad in the world #family man #Drabble #Rhysand Drabble #acomaf #acowar #acofas #acosf #post acosf

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twisted-drawritings · 9 days ago

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Yulienne fun facts!

- She’s bi!

- Her favorite color is black, and she overall prefers darker, less eye-strainy colors

- She’s a really good cook

- She hates sand. And overly hot places. (Book 4? Her actual living hell.)

- She prefer a quiet, cool, dark setting… which is why her favorite dorm aesthetics are Diasomnia, Octavinelle, and Ignihyde- in no particular order.

- She has a hard time telling when people are lying to her. This is often taken advantage of.

- She often downplays the severity of her injuries to those around her, and might be a bit more traumatized than she’s willing to admit, even to herself.

- Snow White is her favorite Disney movie, and the Evil Queen is her favorite Disney villain

- Despite her height, Floyd calls her Shrimpy due to her godawful posture

- She admires Vil and sees him as something of a role model

- She met Neige over winter break, in Foothill Town. Ofc, she had no idea who he was, nor did she get the chance to ask him before they parted ways. She thinks he’s shiny and cute.

- She’s jealous of Epel’s looks. He’s jealous of her looks. They sort-of bond over it.

- Absolutely terrified of heights

- Thinks Pomefiore’s dorm is far too bright and shiny. It hurts her eyes to look at.

- Can’t stand the smell of Grim’s canned tuna; she wears a mask when preparing it

- Cannot stand messes; she spent several hours cleaning Ramshackle top to bottom instead of sleeping her first night in Twisted Wonderland

- During Book 3 she also cleaned Leona’s room to a polish instead of sleeping.

- Threw up on Malleus 0.2 seconds after his identity reveal at the end of Book 5 (for an unrelated reason- will drop the drabble later)

Aaaand that’s it for now! I like writing Yulienne a lot- she’s fun to put into situations for me lmao I have so much written for her I gotta post more of my writing lol

#twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst #twst oc #twst yuu #yulienne post #Yulienne Peterson #twst writing #scarred! Yuu #is that a tag?#I’ll make it a tag

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grapejuicegay · 7 months ago

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Get to know me tag! :)

I was tagged by @telomeke here and @dribs-and-drabbles here.

do you make your bed?

I try to! On days that I'm too busy to make it in the morning I do so about half an hour before I'm getting to bed. I don't like the feeling of getting back into an unmade bed - it feels like a completely unproductive day and that just throws me off

what's your favourite number?

I don't really have a favourite but I love multiples of 7, they make my brain go brrr

what is your job?

Photography! It's something I always wanted to do as a child but gave up on as an unrealistic dream before eventually sort of stumbling into it. Happy accidents and all that.

if you could go back to school, would you?

Hah! No chance. I burnt myself out pretty badly through undergrad by taking on far too much - there were just so many things that I found interesting - and I'd much rather not repeat that experience.

can you parallel park?

I can't drive. I keep meaning to learn but the way people drive freaks me out a little too much. I've also been struggling with a bout of motion sickness recently and that doesn't help my comfort in cars. Someday though! Hopefully!

a job you had that would surprise people?

I worked on editing and post production on a documentary for National Geographic once

do you think aliens are real?

In what form, I'm not sure. But some forms of life that exist outside of our planet? Absolutely. My other answer, channeling the 12 years I've spent on this hellsite: doooweeeewoooooo

can you drive a manual car?

If/when I do finally learn to drive I'm going to make it a point to learn manual too. Idk, feels like an important skill to have

what's your guilty pleasure?

I make it a point not too feel guilty or embarrassed about my interests. If I started doing that far too many things I like would qualify and I just cannot live like that

tattoos?

I wish :( I have a bunch of small tattoos I've always wanted but I have a medical condition because of which I can't get any.

favourite colour?

It changes every so often but I'm particularly biased towards shades of teal right now.

favourite type of music?

I love rock of the general/alt/post/punk variety. Recently I've been listening to a goth-folk band called Charming Disaster and have been a little bit obsessed with their album Our Lady of Radium and especially Radium Girls

do you like puzzles?

Love love love puzzles of any kind. I just like having lil things for my brain to do.

any phobias?

I have a little bit of a phobia of falling off of high places which unfortunately comes from a close call during a hike where I slipped off a steep rock and almost into a sweeping rapids (luckily I ended up slipping sideways into a little pool in a gap between said rock and another big one... took a while to pull my short ass out of there but at least I wasn't being swept away!)

favourite childhood sport?

I was a sporty child, tried my hand at just about most sports. My go to was basketball for a while (though I don't play anymore) but now I'm more inclined to go for a swim or a bout of kickboxing, sometimes badminton. Funny story: over the course of a year I got hit in the nose with 4 different kinds of balls (not that kind!). My nose is fine but I was paranoid around sports grounds for a while after that 😂

do you talk to yourself?

All the time! It honestly helps me keep track of a lot of things, especially when I'm overwhelmed but it's a little funny when my everyday running commentary comes out in front of people. It gets me a lot of strange looks, especially when I ask everyday objects what they think they're doing

what movies do you adore?

Depends on the day you ask. I tried answering this 5 different times but each time I came up with 5 different movies to list out. I really could not pick for this one

coffee or tea?

Coffee! Far, far too much of it!

first thing you wanted to be growing up?

An astronaut. It took me far too long to give up on that pipe dream. But around the time I gave up on that I was getting interested in photography as something to pursue. I was bullied out of it for a few years sadly but hey, I ended up here eventually!

I'm coming to this way too late so I'm not really sure who hasn't done this yet. I'm just going to tag @casualavocados @celestial-sapphicss @jemmo

And like both Tel and Lin mentioned, I've been far too busy to be on tumblr too much recently (most of 2024) and so a lot of stuff I've been tagged in has slipped through the cracks. Most of it is in my drafts somewhere and sometimes it just feels too late to bring it back. I still love all of you though and I'm sorry!

#ask games #i'm late but i'm here!!

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colourfulshadows · 1 month ago

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IWTV/Vampire Chronicles AUvember

I spent hours searching for November fanfic events because I didn’t want to participate in any word-count goal ones, but I didn’t find anything I could imagine myself doing. Then I asked myself: What is something that would challenge me as a fanfic writer, what is something I’ve never really done before? Answer: Experimenting with Alternative/Alternate Universes! Aside from the usual Canon Divergence. I mean stuff like Coffeeshop AUs, High-School AUs, etc. For a long time, I didn’t even read them.

So, for November, I’m leaving my comfort zone and will attempt to create IWTV/Vampire Chronicles AU fanfics! (Of course, I'm doing it for this fandom because this particular hyperfixation has taken over my brain). I wonder how this will work out because I included prompts I don’t even read – part of the challenge for me will be to find something of interest in settings that would usually bore me. And maybe other people want to try that too? If you're interested in joining, read this: - I don’t have the energy to turn this into a moderated event, but if you want to participate, feel free to use the tag #vcAUvember, so we can check each other’s works more easily! - Interpret the prompts however you want – do one, do all, do a oneshot per prompt, or multichapter fics with combined prompts, drabbles, drawings, etc. This challenge is about experimenting with something new and/or unfamiliar. No rule says the characters can’t still be vampires in these AUs (aside from the last prompt), but if they are then it should still make some sense for that setting and vampirism shouldn’t be the centrepiece of the plot. I made this prompt list (some are maybe more tropes than AU’s, but I still called them that):

1. Runaway AU

2. Medieval AU

3. Roommates/Neighbours AU

4. Space AU

5. Retail AU (choose which one)

6. Hospital AU

7. Serial Killer AU

8. Parent/Family AU

9. Cyberpunk AU

10. First Responder AU

11. Dom/Sub and BDSM AU (18+!)

12. Stranded AU

13. Social Media/Chat/Text AU

14. “School etc.” AU – so College/University/High School/Boarding School, …

15. Time travel AU

16. Celebrity AU

17. Crime AU

18. (Post-) Apocalypse AU

19. Royalty AU

20. Lawyer/Prison AU

21. Summer Camp AU

22. Psychiatry Ward or Group Therapy AU

23. Pirate AU

24. Coffeeshop/Restaurant AU

25. Office AU

26. Babysitter AU

27. Victorian AU

28. Flight Attendants AU

29. Scientist AU

30. Non-Human/Non-Vampire AU It would be fun if people join me in this, but I’ll do this challenge either way, hoping I won’t just scream into the void, haha.

#iwtv #fanfiction #fanfic event #november #alternate universe #vcAUvember #brain rot #vampire chronicles #writing challenge

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garbinge · 1 year ago

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Superman (4)

Javier Peña x F!Reader

Warnings: All my fics are 18+. Smut, cursing, angst, drinking.

Word Count: 5k (its porn with PLOT, okaaaayyy)

Summary: 5 times Character A (Javi) helped Character B (Reader), and one time Character B (Reader) helped character A (Javi). Javi helps you at a work event. ALSO using this prompt for the letter Y: "You look good like this" from the @narcosfandomdiscord Smut Alphabet Challenge. <3 <3

A/N: This is part 4 of 6 of this mini series I’ve had on the back burner for months!!! Just a little childhood friends to lovers. <3

Narcos Taglist: @drabbles-mc @narcolini @justreblogginfics

Story Index Here

The invitation had been staring at you for weeks. It was something that sat in the back of your head from the moment you received it. 6 weeks, you had 6 weeks to find a date for the Annual Charity Gala that was held by the county government office you worked in. At the time it seemed like a long while but you were a day away with no prospect in sight. You weren’t exactly sure what you were thinking, you hadn’t been seeing anyone let alone gone on a date in months. If someone were to ask why, you would have blamed work for the lack of time and trying and while there was some truth in that, you weren’t exactly ready to put yourself out there. It was easier in college, things never felt real or serious, but now there was little room to avoid that.

When you got the job as a travel critical care nurse… you weren’t exactly sure what to expect. The first few months were all trainings and meetings, running through proper operations of things, basically an onboarding process. Now, you were still on a probation period, you weren’t able to leave until you put 400 hours in locally. Your time these days was spent at the Kingsville clinic and ER and then finishing up any trainings and learnings back at the government building.

That’s where you were now, back in your tiny office finishing up some paperwork. There was a knock at your office door that you were expecting to be Javi. Both of you had a ritual of meeting Thursday evenings for an after work beer whenever possible. Looking up from your desk, your smile faded as you were met with someone who was very much not Javi. Now, just because you had no interest in dating, didn’t mean the sea of fish around you didn’t try and bite. Duffy stood there with a grin on his face, and it was one that always made you cringe. The guy had douche written all over him and he also never took a hint.

“Hey sweetheart, it’s closing time, you wanna get out of here?”

Sweetheart. The name of endearment had never sounded so awful.

“I have plans, Duffy.” You focused back on the stack of papers in front of you, hoping maybe for the first time ever he would get a hint.

You felt his presence still at the door and you peered up to catch him looking at the invitation.

“You still need a date for the charity thing tomorrow?”

Still. He must have heard you talking to your mom on the phone a few weeks ago. Fucking paper thin walls here. But then the last word in his sentence sat with you, tomorrow. Fuck. How had it already come up so quickly?

Now, for the record, going to the gala without a date would have been perfectly acceptable and your plan originally. But then, Duffy happened. From the first time you rejected him, it became a game to him, you were sure he didn’t even really like you he just took the refusal as a challenge. You knew going solo to the gala was a guarantee that he would bother you all night unless he managed to drag someone else which was highly unlikely.

“No Duffy.”

“No you don’t need a date or no you don’t want to go with me?” The humor in his voice was irritating to you, like it was impossible for someone to not want to go out with him.

“I have a date.” You stood up, if you didn’t leave now he would have kept you there all night. Picking up your jacket, bag, and invitation, you were walking past him in seconds with no additional words even though he had not shut up since you had gotten up.

Within minutes you were outside Javi’s office and making your way in, throwing your jacket on the chair across from his desk and the invitation on his desk in front of his eyes.

He looked up immediately, his eyes went to yours and then immediately to the clock.

“Fuck, what time is it? Am I late?” He scrambled.

“You are, and guess who was on time at my office?”

Javi was back to looking at you and about to respond when you cut him off. “It’s okay, I’ll tell you. Duffy. No worries though because you know what you’re going to do to make it up to me?” Your voice was affirmative, speaking like there was no way he would say no. “You’re going to be my date to the gala tomorrow.” Your hand raised to point to the invite you had just thrown on his desk.

Javi’s facial expression didn’t change, he just looked down at the invite and back towards you.

“Yea, I’ll go with you.” He agreed with a shrug.

Even though you said it with certainty, you honestly didn’t know what his reaction was. Javi wasn’t the type to go to these events. An unspoken rule around the agency though was that your first year was heavily recommended you go, to network, make a name for yourself. Javi had gone when he started but not since, so hearing him agree was shocking.

“Oh, okay.”

“What did that asshole want?” Javi was changing the subject as he gathered his things.

You were still a little taken back but shook your head and looked at him. “Huh?”

“Duffy. He bother you?” Javi got more tense, not picking up on your confusion.

“Oh, no, just his usual shit. Told him I had plans. Wait, why were you late, what were you working on?”

Classified was a word used for people outside this building for the most part. With the items Javi and you were working on, they were able to be discussed internally and you too had pretty frequently.

“Nothing just got caught up writing a report on that local raid. We’re still getting a drink, right?” Javi now had a cigarette in his mouth and his jacket on.

“Please, I’m coming off a 10 hour shift at the clinic and another 4 hour training.” You let your breath out with a chuckle.

“First rounds on me.” His arm wrapped around your shoulder and he led you out of the office.

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Three dresses. It seemed like a small number but with how your room had looked, 3 was starting to look like 300. You finally settled on one that was emerald green and satin. A little bit of elegance while not standing out too much. While networking was the goal, you wanted to make connections, not extravagant first impressions.

Taking the bottle of tequila out of your freezer was your attempt to ease the nerves. Working in an ER all day? Easy. Assisting with patients who were bleeding out or researching symptoms to save someone's life? Your heart didn’t skip a beat in those moments. But this? The idea of talking to people and chatting yourself up? Your heart was racing.

“You gonna pour me one?” Javi’s voice made you jump.

“Holy Shit.” You inhaled.

Looking up your eyes met and he froze for a second looking you up and down. The last time he had seen you all dressed up like this was prom, and that was the 70’s, in this moment he was really starting to thank the years passed for changed styles.

Javi realized he was staring and brought his eyes back up to yours, “You, uh, look great.” HIs head went back and forth like he was shaking a thought out of his head. “Oh, I brought you this. Figured it’s what dates do.” He lifted the corsage box and placed it on the table next to the tequila bottle.

“Is it too much?” Your shot of tequila was still on the table so the nerves were still alive and well.

“Not at all, it’s,” Javi paused, looking for the right word as you placed the corsage on and took a step back. Truthfully he wanted to tell you that you looked fuckin’ perfect. It wasn’t the first time Javi had this thought. Over the course of your friendship there had been many moments where he thought about crossing that line, but it never felt worth putting the friendship at risk. In the beginning, he chalked it up to teenage hormones. Then he blamed all the time you spent together. But lately, he knew it was more whether he admitted it to himself or not. “It’s perfect.” Javi said with a soft tone.

“I need this shot.” Oblivious to Javi’s own nerves and solely focused on your own, you ignored Javi’s request for a shot and took this one solo. The tequila went down quick and smooth, and before the heat settled in your throat you were pouring another one.

Javi said your name and reached for your hand on the counter.

“Why are you so nervous?” Javi was confused, you had been doing an amazing job so far, it was why he had no problem putting in the referral for you, he knew you would kill it.

“What if people don’t like me?” Your eyes moved from where he was holding your hand up to his eyes.

A smile grew on his face. The look alone made you whip your hand out from under his. “Javi, don’t.”

“What?” His voice still had a touch of humor to it. “I’m sorry.” He moved to follow you as you turned around. “I’m sorry.” His hand caught your shoulder and his light tug at it was enough to turn you around. Now, with both hands on your shoulders he lowered himself at the knees slightly to look at you at eye level.

“Everyone is going to love you. You’re smart, you know your shit but you’re not cocky. Pretty sure you’re more than halfway done with your probation period which is more than the majority of your onboarding group, you’re the only person I know who can apply a tourniquet, correctly in under 10 seconds, so I think everyone is going to love you. They’d be stupid not to. And if they are, I’ll take you to fuckin’ Burger Chef or somethin’ and we can hang at the ranch.”

Your eyes felt heavy, tears were starting to form but you did a good job at blinking them away. Almost immediately your arms were moving around Javi’s neck and bringing him in for a tight hug.

Javi froze before wrapping his arms around you and sinking into the hug, really taking the time to soak it in.

“I don’t tell you this enough but I love you. You’re always saving me, Peña.” Your voice was soft as you whispered into his ear while you embraced.

“Love you too.” Javi squeezed a little harder, closing his eyes for a brief moment before forcing himself to pull away. “Alright, come on. One more shot and we’re out of here. It should be enough to ease your nerves.”

The two of you downed the shot and walked out the door.

“You’re kidding me right?” The black town car was sitting in front of your place, you saw the driver waiting patiently and you looked up at Javi who had his hands in his pocket looking down.

“It ain’t a limo or nothin’” Javi said, kicking his right foot against the pavement. “I just figured it’d be nice to have the freedom to drink and shit.” His shoulders shrugged up and he looked over at you.

“Ahh, Javi the romantic.” You joked and mimicked his words in a singsong voice. “Drink and shit.”

“Hey, now.” Javi’s texan drawl came out for a minute.

“I’m kidding, it’s amazing, Javi. Thanks for thinking of it.”

The ride over was normal, talking with Javi made your anxiety almost non-existent. As the car pulled up to the hall, you reached over and rested your right hand on Javi’s knee and gave it a little squeeze. His head turned, his face had a look of concern on it as he looked at you. Offering him a soft smile, you leaned closer to him and whispered. “I forgot to tell you that you look great too.”

Despite Javi being what some described as a player, a girl’s guy, a heartthrob, in this moment he felt his heart beating a mile a minute. The heat rose to his face for a short minute before he was shaking his head with a smile. “Come on, let’s go build up your networking roster.” Javi stepped out of the car and walked over to your side to open the door. When you looked up at him, he saw the worry in your face. His reached out his hand to help you out. “We’ll get a drink first, I promise.” His voice was at a whisper so only you could hear it.

“It better be a strong one.” You said at the same volume while gripping his arm. And with that, your night began.

An hour had passed and you had already met over 20 people. You didn’t remember many of their names, you weren’t even sure what each conversation you had was about but you knew they all went extremely well. Having Javi next to you most of the time not only eased your apprehension but it brought more people over to you. He was popular in the office and by association, now you as well.

As much as you weren’t proud of it, you ended up getting a little drunk. It wasn’t out of control, but it was the confidence booster you needed to block out all the negative thoughts. You might have argued that it worked too well. After a few of the awards and charity announcements, you had made your way to the bathroom. That was when you realized just how much the flow of drinks had affected you. You felt fucking good. And you looked it too. To be honest, you were thinking maybe it was time to call it a night, take Javi up on his offer to enjoy Burger Chef and a night on the ranch.

As you stepped out of the bathroom, you ran into someone. Losing your footing, you grabbed onto the person for balance and then sincerely apologized.

“I’m so sorry, I–” that’s when you looked up and saw who it was and let out a laugh.

“No please, go on, I’d love to hear what excuse you were going to offer up.” He chuckled letting his own grip on you go.

It was at that moment that you realized you wanted nothing more than Javi’s hands on you. You stared at him for a few seconds, admiring the smile on his face, the way his jaw had chiseled out more since when you were teenagers, his desperate need for a haircut but still managing to pull off the look.

“I–” You paused for the shortest second before that liquid courage streak kicked in again and you leaned forward. Your lips landed on his, they were surprisingly soft, and despite the kiss being spontaneous, it felt inviting. The taste of tequila was on his mouth, not enough to make you think he had been wasted, but just a hint of it that it almost made you crave for more. You melted into Javi losing yourself in the moment before reality hit you and you realized you were kissing your best friend. Pulling away your eyes got wide and you looked at him, out of instinct your hand raised to your mouth to really make clear in your head that you did just kiss Javier Peña and also to hide your shock from him.

His body language hadn’t changed one bit. Which was enough to make you nervous, you had thought the kiss was inviting but maybe you had imagined it.

“My kind of apology.” Peña joked and you took it as his way of trying to make light of what happened and not make it awkward.

“Oh my god, okay, I’m sorry, I’m just gonna—“ You tried to move past him but he rested his hands back on you, and the feeling came back. That feeling that nothing could ever beat being held by Javi. Wrong. He leaned down and kissed you, hard. That was a feeling that could never be beat. Your body gave into it so easily that you had fallen against the bathroom door, pushing it open for both of you two to escape into. Javi’s hands moved up from your arms to your neck and instinctually cupped your jaw to bring your mouth closer to his, as if that was even possible. But in this moment, close wasn’t close enough.

Javi used his other hand to open the largest bathroom stall and lock you both in there, offering up some privacy in case anyone walked in. He pulled away from the kiss for a moment which is when you let out a soft moan, the sound causing the bulge in his pants to throb. He looked at your mouth and brought his eyes up to yours.

“You’re fuckin’ perfect.” The sentence he wanted to say to you earlier slipped out of his mouth at a whisper but you heard it like he was screaming it from the rooftops. "You look good like this."

His lips brushed against yours and there was a soft moment between the both of you.

“Like what? Pushed up against a bathroom door?” Your voice was breathy as you looked up to him, your chest rising and falling as you caught your breath, the straps of your dress falling off your shoulder. You quickly moved one hand across your chest to pick it up so it was resting on your shoulder again.

Javi smirked and his eyes glanced down at the strap, his hand moved in slow motion and his finger lightly touched your skin, goosebumps began to shiver down your arm as he pulled the strap back in its loose position so effortlessly off your shoulder.

“Exactly.” A chuckle left his mouth and made its way to yours. He kissed you again.

You felt as light as a feather, like you were floating. The only thought in your head was that you didn’t want this moment to ever end. So you said it.

“I want to stay in this moment forever.”

“So let’s.” Javi answered quickly, trembling at your lips.

“No.” You said almost immediately. That caught Javi’s attention, his heart was beating fast but in this moment it completely stopped. This was exactly what Javi was worried about, why he never crossed the line. But he was a grown man and would accept whatever was to come from this.

You felt him start to pull away and you gripped him closer, repeating yourself “No.” This time an order to stop him from leaving your proximity. “I meant, I want more. More of this moment.” You hoped he understood what you were intending by that but by his lack of movement you knew you were gonna have to spell it out for him.

“Javi for fucks sake, I want you to fuck me.”

His breath hitched a little bit hearing those words come out of your mouth. Nothing would have ever prepared him for it, no amount of one night stands, girlfriends, none of it.

With that, he was pushing the straps of your dress fully down now, exposing your cleavage to him. His hand crept up your dress, spreading your legs apart with one light touch. your head moved back along with your eyes as you let out a moan. Luckily no one else was in the bathroom because it would have been obvious what was happening with the way that groan slipped out.

Javi took the showing of your neck as an invitation to kiss it. His mustache left a tickle in his trail down to your chest. Soon enough his fingers were moving across your underwear, just above your folds. The sensation alone was enough to bring chills to your body but with the mix of him caressing and kissing you, you started to get wetter.

“Stop teasing me.” You managed to get out between breaths.

“I’ve wanted to do this for years, can you just let me enjoy the build up?” His voice was frustration mixed with desperation, which made a smile grow on your face.

“Years, huh?” You said and his finger slipped under your lingerie, his hand grazing over your bare skin made you tremble, but his grip on you kept you steady.

Javi didn’t answer, he just took your lips into yours and kissed you. This time it was different, there was purpose in this kiss, like he was trying to tell you something without saying anything at all.

His hand was warm as it came into contact with you again, this time he slid one finger inside you. Once he felt you, you saw his eyes close and he rested his head against yours and murmured. “Fuck.”

He couldn't wait any longer, he undid his pants and brushed himself across your heated naked skin before slipping himself inside you. Your one leg had moved up and around him to easier fit him inside you.

You gasped at the feeling and began to grind your body on him. His desperation took over and he pushed you up against the bathroom wall, wanting to use it as leverage to pump himself inside you. The only issue with that was the way your head had fallen back in a groan from the euphoric feeling of him entering you, it banged against the tile hard enough to cause you to let out a rather loud cry of pain.

“Ow!” Your hand raised to cup the crown of your head. Javi moved his hand immediately to your head, and studied your face in worry.

“Shit, you alright?”

A giggle left your mouth, a real genuine laugh as you looked at Javi. His face of worry slowly diminishing as he looked at yours, a face full of joy. He let out a laugh, still cupping your head and brought it down so your forehead rested against his mouth. A warm kiss is what he left there, as if he was making the pain disappear with one intimate action. His eyes were back on you as you both laughed at the scenario. It was something that would have been horrifying if it was a first date, or honestly anyone else but him. He was still pulsating inside you and yet you could still share this moment together.

“God, I love you.” You said as your hands wrapped back around his neck. For a brief second you were shocked that the words left your mouth, it wasn’t nearly the first time you had said them to him but they felt different now, in this moment.

“I love you.” He said as he closed the space between you and kissed you, starting to grind himself against you again.

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Drunk on love. That was the best way to describe how you felt. After cleaning yourselves up, Javi left the bathroom to give you a minute. Taking the time to resituate your dress, and remove any trace of what had just happened before heading back out to the gala.

Walking was finding itself to be a hard task, and you knew Javi was going to eat up any opportunity to tease you and bask in the glory of it. As you left the bathroom, your eyes scanned for him, he was right outside the door waiting. He kicked off the wall the minute he heard the door open.

“I feel like I can’t even walk straight.” You whispered to him, if you could have kept it to yourself you would have but you knew you were going to need him for support. He laughed and brought you under his arm.

“And that wasn’t even my best work, just wait ‘till I get you in a bed.” He looked down at you and used his other hand to fix a hair that was out of place. The way he was looking at you was like he hadn’t just been with you, his eyes were full of lust, full of desire. “Or the couch depending on how far we make it.” A smile grew on his face.

“Bold of you to think I can fuck when I can barely walk.” You teased him. His head snapped towards yours, still not used to hearing you talk so boldly and let out a laugh.

“Come on, let’s dance.”

Shock filled your face, the man was crazy. “Did you not hear me?”

“Trust me, when the word fuck comes out of your mouth, I’m listening. Come on, I’ll lead. Just one song.”

You felt like the world was upside down, you just had sex with your best friend and now he was asking you to dance?

“I am not responsible for any injuries.” You pointed your finger at him as his arm went from around you to swaying your hand to the floor.

The music was loud as you entered the middle of the gala where the DJ was set up. There was a good amount of people moving around you but all you could do is focus on Javi. His smile was huge as he moved you around, both of your hips moving. If you hadn’t just had sex with Javi, a part of you would have been shocked by how well his hips moved let alone how they moved to the beat. He twirled you around time after time, your laughs filling the air with joy. The song was upbeat which made it impossible to stop moving, despite your body protesting every move by shaking. It was unnoticed by everyone, Javi kept you in his arms at all times, even as he spun you around and moved you around the dance floor, his hands never left you.

As the song came to its end, you wrapped your arms around Javi’s neck, wanting to just collapse into him but knowing this wasn’t the time or place. “I need water and 5 minutes to collect myself.”

He let out a breathy laugh and nodded, moving you over to the bar as the next song began playing and people slowed down their dancing to stay with the rhythm.

“We couldn’t have come out for this song?” You teased as you turned to the bar and ordered two glasses of water.

“We can go back now if you’re so eager?” He smirked knowing your response already and that your face was going to be filled with a ‘you’re kidding me’ look.

“You two look like you’re having fun.” Duffy’s voice caused you to turn around, Javi now behind you.

“Tons of it.” You smiled and turned back to the bar to grab your glasses of water, handing one to Javi before chugging down yours.

“That’s great, it’s a good way to spend your last night in the states, Javi.” He said to both of you before ordering a drink.

Your face fell into a frown as what he said processed with you. Your eyes looked over at Duffy, expecting him to explain further but when you noticed he was ordering a drink your gaze moved to Javi. You said nothing, just stared at him waiting for some type of reply but his face said it all.

“You took the Escobar case.” The realization came tumbling down on you like a pile of bricks. “You didn’t tell me.” It didn’t help that your heart was already beating a mile a minute from the dancing and the sex. Your eyes moved up like daggers to his. “You’re fucking kidding me.” You were placing your glass down on the bar before turning to exit the venue.

“I thought it was common knowledge, my bad.” Duffy spoke up seeing how upset you got.

“Go fuck yourself, Duffy.” Javi was quick to chase after you.

He followed you all the way outside. Truthfully you weren’t exactly sure where you were going, you just felt like you needed to get away from him. Process what you just found out. He lied to you. He told you he didn’t make the cut. He said he wanted to stay home. You two talked about it. Travelling and staying in other places was a part of both of your jobs, it wasn’t that fact that was bothering you it was the lies. Then there was the matter of fact that he was leaving, despite knowing this was a possibility for either of you it didn’t make the concept of saying goodbye any harder to process. It was a lot to digest and all of it together was overwhelming to say the least.

“Let me explain.” Javi’s voice cut off all your internal thoughts. You turned to him.

“Explain how you slept with me the night before you leave? Explain to me that you lied to me about Colombia? Explain to me what a fucking idiot I am for all of this. I don’t need you to explain, Javi, it’s fucking clear as day to me.”

He went to grab you. It was funny how the same action just minutes before would have sent you into a daydream, would have sent goosebumps down your spine, the dirtiest thoughts through your mind, but now it repulsed you. You pulled your hand back immediately and began walking down the steps, planning to call a cab or hell, honestly walk for miles if you needed to. Before you finished down the stairs you turned around and faced him, wiping a tear that was falling down your cheek. Unsure if it was a cry of frustration, anger, sadness, or combination of all 3. Although maybe it was a completely new one that you had never felt with Javi before.

Heartbreak.

As you turned to look at him, you spoke one last sentence to him. Maybe you said it because you truly meant it, maybe you said it because you wanted to hurt him like he hurt you, but either way you said it loud to make sure no word was misheard.

“I hope Colombia is worth it, and everything you want it to be and more.”

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torrtimandi · 11 months ago

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Writing summary of the 2023.

The 2023 was a year filled with a lot of anticipation for Justice's new album and with a lot of digging for every little bit of news. It was also a year full of writing for me, completely dedicated to the Gas/Xav tag, as I didn't write for any other fandom this year.

Posted works to ao3: 5

-La Balestra (7668 words) Started this year by posting this particular one shot, although I'd written most of it back in 2022. Still, it's worth mentioning, as I'm quite proud of it. It was very fun to write. Lots of fluff, sweet moments, intimacy and some tender smut, but also fencing! Some of you may not know this, but Gaspard actually used to practice fencing and that was one of the inspirations for this story.

-Strangelove (8668 words) Even though half of these words weren't written by me, I'm going to let myself talk a bit about it, because it's another story I had a lot of fun writing, my parts at least. Written in collaboration with dear lesreptiles, born out of a silly joke. But well, being the very serious writers that we both are, once we started writing it, it wasn't a joke anymore. Yes, the plot is kinda funny, with Xavier being a Jehovah's Witness and visiting Gaspard's house, the hot af bi metalhead, to spread some Jesus' words, only to enter the gay panic mode very short after. And sure, it was mostly just an excuse to write some smut, but I promise! It was a very seriously written piece with still quite lots of interesting points and some actually quite tender moments. Very enjoyable, this one.

-Goodnight Lovers (789 words) Something actually very short and not containing any smut. Just a quick and fluffly drabble written in like an hour. It's set in a cabin in the middle of nowhere and it's a part of my unreleased Cabin Tales series. There's not much plot going on in any of the stories and honestly it was just an excuse to write lots of fluff and tender, yet domestic romances in a peaceful, carefree setting. But I like it. Sure, it's not a thought-provoking kind of a read, but still very comfort one and God knows those are very needed sometimes too.

-Love Emergency (146 844 words but only 43 519 written this year) Oh, I could talk about this one for long hours. My sweet, giant child that I spent almost two years on... Finishing LE is definitely one of my accomplishments, personal victories of this year. Not only because it's such a long story, but also because it's a display and proof of my determination, passion and affection for Justice, and not only. This is the story that allowed me to be a little honest, and the story that allowed me to spread my wings as a writer, improving my style and flow as the chapters rolled in. Though maybe it was also a bit selfish of me at times, as I allowed myself to mix my two loves there; medicine and Justice, which is quite a niche combination I bet. But I still love it the way it is, and I'm definitely proud of it.

-Beside You In Time (12130 words) And finally, the last one! I had very little of rest between finishing LE and starting this one but I don't mind. I really enjoyed writing about Gaspard the Knight and dwelling some more into this medieval world full of majestic castles, shiny armors and pretty nobles. I hope it makes a good homage to one of Gaspard's many fascinations, that this knightly aesthetic is.

To sum up, the total word count of 2023: 72 774

Very, very nice and quite a lot, though a bit less than previous year, if I remember correctly. But still very good as this year was much busier for me, overall. I think I can easily say that this year was actually quite successful for me as a writer.

I don't promise to repeat this result next year though, because I'm trying to rest a little now too. But I'm still sure that 2024 will be a great year for all of us as fans. The new single is almost out, soon pre-orders, more pictures, more interviews (and the gay food I bet), then finally the album and the tour. I plan to see Justice live quite a few times and can only wish you the same.

Happy new year! Cheers!

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deathbyseventeen · 1 year ago

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DBS Masterlist

Hello! You’ve found my mobile masterlist. Congrats! Hopefully you find something you like here 💕

Trigger Warnings can be found in the descriptions of the fics when you click on them!

GUIDE: A Personal Fave [ ✨] | Popular Post [❤️‍🔥] | Angst [💔] | Fluff/Romance [ 💕] | Part of a Series/Same Universe [🧩]

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.OT13.

> Click a Prince ❤️‍🔥 💕

Curse your bullshit destiny. It was decided that on the 100th anniversary of peace in your kingdom, the eldest princess would marry a prince from the other thirteen kingdoms. That day has finally arrived and thirteen princes have gathered. Who will you pick?

> Mirror Stage 💔

If his math is correct, and he sorely doubts it isn’t, then it’s almost time for them to wake. The clock is ticking. He’s waiting.

> AU ideas from the FEAR teasers

5 AU ideas that popped into my mind from the teasers.

.S.COUPS.

> Blinded 💕

This isn’t what Seungcheol meant for Jun to do.

> Trauma 💔

Again? Again. They said to each other as they started the simulation again.

> Friendship? 💔 💕

He liked you. But no. You liked him. But no. They knew. So why not help a friend out?

.JEONGHAN.

> Before Christmas 💕

A Nightmare Before Christmas AU.

Crossing through a door in the woods, you and Chan end up on Earth. And you really just freaked out a man named Jeonghan.

.JOSHUA.

> 3lue ✨ 🧩 💔 💕

(World: 3lue AU)

Blue. His powers were blue. It’s been years since you last saw him. Your memories of him were also blue.

> A Dance Meant for Two 💕 💔

> Because You Were Gone ❤️‍🔥 💕 💔

You never knew when to give up. It wasn’t your superpower but it sure seemed like it.

> Guardian Angel 🧩 💕 💔

(Series: of Guardian Angels)

You had taken some notes on the page, not many— the professor’s lecture had been brief and had ended with a “simple” question. One single question that for some unexplainable reason — except that the topic had always existed in the depths of your brain — seemed to rattle you.

You blinked, the words came into focus: Renaissance Art 14th to 17th Century: Religious Depictions: Angles.

> I Saw 💕

Maybe you should have thought of your wishlist beforehand….

> Untitled AU

From a Song+Member inbox night

> The Switch 💕 💔

Perhaps it was karma that he wasn’t in his own body anymore, living it up and spending his money the way he wanted to. To you that was a bittersweet blessing. Maybe he could change (you doubted it), but at the very least, you got to meet Seungcheol (and Woozi).

> What is Love?

A 100-word drabble

.JUN.

> Breathless Words 💕

Being alone on Christmas Eve isn’t as rare as everyone makes it out to be. Then you go and meet him.

.HOSHI.

> Princess, Please ❤️‍🔥 💕

You tried getting out of the field trip to the reindeer ranch. Hoshi’s family owned it and you’ve been avoiding him as much as you could.

> Secret Santa 💕 💔

You spent so much time, and thought, trying to find Hoshi the right Christmas present. You’d only forgotten the Secret Santa exchange was going to happen during class.

> G&R: Yule Ball 💕

Anger came when things didn’t happen like you hoped. But at least he loved you and overlooked your outburst. Now just…confess.

> Missed Connections ✨ ❤️‍🔥 🧩 💕 💔

(Series: Between the Dusty and the Sparks)

They’re from different societies, meant to hate each other. But when you don’t know where the other’s from…there’s always the possibility of love. But when they find out, what are they meant to do?

.WONWOO.

> The Marionnettiste || Part 2 💕

Too shy to pursue. Too bold to let you go so easily. Want to play a game a chess? Some one has to make the first move.

> Guarded 🧩 💕 💔

(Series: of Guardian Angels)

He hadn’t seen you in so long. There was a reason for that.

> Letting Go ❤️‍🔥 💕

All Wonwoo had wanted was for you to show up to Mingyu’s party. It’s bene hours since it started and he’s already lost all hope.

> Untitled AU

From a Song+Member inbox night

.WOOZI.

> Saving Colors 💕

Black is black, red is red - find it, find me - before All Hallows Eve ends. Before it’s too late.

> Night ❤️‍🔥 💕

When the cute guy you keep staring at in the campus cafe turns out to be your neighbor (and you’ve been unknowingly annoying them for a while). Christmas break just got better.

> Miraculous Ladybug!Woozi || Part 2

Woozi as the Miraculous Ladybug headcannons.

> I’ll be your Heaven, I’ll be your Hell 🧩 💕 💔

(Series: of Guardian Angels)

He saw you often, even through the pain because it was the only wish that kept coming true.

> Since the Day I Met You || Part 2 ✨ 🧩 💕 💔

(Series: Between the Dusty and the Sparks)

For better or worse, he’s been your friend since the day you met. You’ve been through a lot together already, you, Jihoon, and your ragtag rebel family. But someone messed up, someone made the elitist Sparks government focus on you all– a group of nobody rebels in the cast-off City of Dust that have never even seen the luxury of the walled-off City of Sparks. With a heavy, love-stricken heart, choices have to be made; and, as the leaders of this family, for better or worse

they will be made.

.SEOKMIN/DK.

> Warmth 🧩 💔 💕

(World: 3lue AU)

Ice had to meet Sunshine at some point, but they had to learn how to stand on their own.

.MINGYU.

nothing here, sorry :(

.THE8/HAO. > Drunken Mornings ❤️‍🔥 💕

A party long into the night gives you a hungover morning, and memories of a drunken morning.

> Ashes 💔

You weren’t ready to admit what it was, the song you kept hearing in your head as grew up. Neither of you were. But, it never changed what it was: a curse teasing you about its impending arrival.

.SEUNGKWAN.

> Fight or Fight 💕

...He’s forgetting something… isn’t he?

> Peppermint 💕

(Soulmate AU)

Who was to guess that it was in demise that Head Elf #11, otherwise known as Seungkwan, would finally meet his soulmate.

.VERNON.

> Monster Mash 💔

It’s at a Halloween party two weeks after an accident, that Vernon and you are haunted.

> Snowed In ❤️‍🔥 💕

Arrangements are made when no one can go home because they’re snowed inside.

.DINO.

> Sleigh Bells 💕 💔

I jingled some bells. You didn’t notice. They threw bells. You noticed. You said bells rang in your head - so could you listen to mine?

> A Dream of You 💔

It’s only in your dreams that you’re still able to see him.

> 5:15pm: As the World Caves In (Teaser)💕 💔

Coming home after the apocalypse. Home sweet home.

> As the World caves In (Full Fic) 💕 💔

(Post-Apocalyptic AU, Zombies!AU)

The world ended on a Tuesday in November, days after Halloween, when the sun was less than an hour away from setting. Chan had just left his dorm’s building, late to his History of Dance 136A lecture, when it happened. You hadn’t been as lucky on the day the world began to crumble.

#seventeen imagines #seventeen au #seventeen #seventeen fanfiction #svt imagines #svt #svt au #svt fanfiction #seventeen fanfic #svt fanfic #masterlist #DeathbySeventeen

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sunnydaleherald · 7 months ago

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The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Tuesday, April 30

Riley: You're melting. Dawn: Oh, um ... guess I'm not hungry. Riley: Maybe I'm not making this any better. Dawn: No, I just ... this is better. I had my tenth birthday party here. Riley: Really? Dawn: Mm-hmm. We'd just moved to Sunnydale, and ... Mum rented the carousel for an entire hour for just me and my friends. Except I hadn't made any friends yet, so ... it was just me and Mum and Buffy riding it by ourselves, over and over and over again... for the whole hour, just so Mum felt like we'd gotten our money's worth. She's ... she's not gonna get better, is she? Riley: Absolutely she will. Summers women are tough.

~~Buffy Season 5 Episode #86: "Shadow"~~

[Drabbles & Short Fiction]

Drifting Away (Buffy, Dawn, T) by veronyxk84

How Soon is Now? (Buffy/Willow, T) by Xyex

Just Another Day (Buffy/Spike, T) by LiraelClayr007

round and round on a loop (Drusilla, T) by theirwolf

People Always Leave (Они всегда уходят) (Dennis, Wesley, unrated) by holy_paw

Во имя веры (Nox, unrated) by holy_paw

После дождя (Connor, unrated) by holy_paw

Рабыня (Justine, Wesley, unrated) by holy_paw

Венок маргариток (Spike/Wesley, M) by holy_paw

One Last Look Around by Mouselafay

Communication (Jenny/Giles, G) by RachaelJurassic

Sacrifice Ch. 1/7 (Willow/Tara, E) by VladimirHarkonnen (TheLightdancer)

[Chaptered Fiction]

The Eternal City Ch. 1/4 (Buffy/Spike/Angel, E) by reader304

Entropy Ch. 1/? (Buffy/Spike, unrated) by Enigmatist

We Could Be Kings Ch. 1-2/? (Spike/Andrew, M) by Laqt15

An Impossible Task Ch. 1-3/? (Spike/Andrew, T) by Laqt15

I hate the way Ch. 3/? (Buffy/Giles, E) by DancingAngel0013

Catching Heat Ch. 6/? (Buffy/Tara, E) by mabus101

Recommencer Ch. 10/? (Buffy/Faith, M) by FridayQueen

hit rewind CH. 52/? (Buffy/Spike, M) by untiljanuary

You’re my always Ch. 10/10 COMPLETE (Willow/Tara, T) by Shipper_wlw

If We Could Freeze Time Ch. 34/64 (Buffy/Spike, E) by cosplayermadness

A Different Path Ch. 11/? by Anaxilea

Early One Morning , Chapter 37 (Buffy/Spike, E) by all choseny

The Neighbor's Point of View, Chapter 101 (Buffy/Spike, G) by the_big_bad

A Ripple In Time, Chapter 15 (Buffy/Spike, E) by CheekyKitten

Centerfold, Chapter 7 (Buffy/Spike, E) by MissLuci, Passion4Spike

Secret Obsession, Chapter 14 (Buffy/Spike, E) by Maxine Eden

I'll Walk in Your Shoes, Chapter 1 (Buffy/Spike, T) by To Be Hers

Au-delà de l'objectif de la caméra Ch. 2 (Buffy/Spike, T) by Miss Kitty

The Best Laid Plans, Chapter 1 (Buffy/Spike, M) by EllieRose101

So I Behold Them Not, Chapter 1 (Buffy/Spike, T) by Lady Emma

A Second Chance- Their Story, Chapter 10 (Buffy/Spike, E) by Loup Noir

The Watcher, Chapter 5 (Buffy/Spike, E) by In Mortal

[Images, Audio & Video]

Artwork:https://isevery0nehereverystoned.tumblr.com/post/749215220529037312/drusilla-my-sweet by isevery0nehereverystoned

Artwork:Giles & Dark WIllow by pzyii

Zines:Buffy zines I’ve made so far by ghoulierstudio

Video: Buffy Summers | I Can Do It With a Broken Heart by pjo edits

Video: Darla/Buffy | Running Up That Hill (Angel/BTVS) by kararias

Playlist: somewhere over the rainbow - a lorne playlist by sonnywithachanceofrollins

[Reviews & Recaps]

Mothman’s Buffy rewatch: Season 3, episodes 3 and 4, “Beauty and the Beasts” and “Homecoming” by mothmans-wedding-photographer

[Fandom Discussions]

3 Weeks 4 Dreamwidth — Community Rec for BtVS/Spuffy Fans by veronyxk84

My Content — April Updates by veronyxk84

Spent my workday thinking about an AU of Angel season 3 by halyasgirl

Angel S4E5 by conscious-overflow

gonna be honest with you guys i’ve had enough of angel. but i’m gonna keep watching it by momsforroadhead

like sorry but if you’re talking gethan vs. dangel divorce energy… by moistvonlipwig

Top 5 Underrated Buffy episodes by coraniaid

spangel currently outperforming dangel in every divorce matchup they’ve had. SAD! by justafriendofxandershttps://coraniaid.tumblr.com/post/749193104600514560/top-five-fuffy-fics-written-by-authors-other-than

Top five Fuffy fics (written by authors other than yourself) by coraniaid

I have solved the mystery of why Spike feels so off in AtS Season 5. by violettathepiratequeen

Do you ever think about how Buffy Summers died and went to Heaven by obvious-bot-is-obvious

The reason why I like Tara so much is because she resonates a lot with me. by awinterrosesstuff

You ever think about how many people in btvs have nouns as names? by thefoolsprincess

The trials were not very impressive by sadhungryandvirgin

Would Xander Have Done It? by revan2574

Dolly Parton Could Get Sarah Michelle Gellar to Consider Buffy Reboot by Excellent-Durian-509

Drusilla was such a terrible character by Life_Personality9172

What do you think is the best and the worst kissing scene on the show? by JellyfishDry9464

The Winner For The Best Couple In The BuffyVerse by Past-Throat-6788

Instead of rebooting Buffy, they should reboot the universe with Fray. by 702Things

Buffy the Vampire Slayer: Animated Series by coincidencecontrol

How Spike was treated by brwitch

Buffy has invited all the Characters of the Buffyverse around for a party, what are they doing? by AegeanAzure

Xander and Anya by Slayerette444

Just started watching Angel by Bonato-Sos

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chiefbeifongcanrailme · 2 years ago

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3 and 5 for linumi pls?

Hi there, anon! Since I already used #5 for Kyalin/Linzin, I'll go with #3: They're doing something stupid, and somehow, you find yourself thinking that this is the person you want to spend the rest of your life with.

I took inspiration from this scene- well just the song.

Drabble under the cut!

This was all very new to her. The wood, the water, the waves. From the coal that kept the lady-ship afloat to the gentle rocking of her immediate environment with every step she took.

Undoubtedly, anything beat living in Republic City.

It hadn't been all that long since former Chief of the Republic City Police Department, Lin Beifong, joined the United Forces. Many believed it was her own incompetency, or her inability to meet her mother's ridiculously high standards, however, most were certain it had everything to do with the termination of her relationship with Tenzin, the very last airbender.

Naturally, Lin wasn't thrilled to be off the land. As an earthbender, she needed to feel her element beneath her feet every day. But the longer she spent away from it, the more she felt like herself. It was hard to explain: and even harder to rationalize for her own sanity, but for some unknown reason, she had come to accept her fate with the mercurial waters.

Unfortunately, or fortunately for her, she didn't have all that many friends on board. With the exception of her childhood friend, Izumi's son, Iroh, and the brother of the very ex-boyfriend, Bumi, Lin had barely gotten around to learning anyone's names. And between the company of these two thoroughly engaging men, Lin didn't find the need to seek out any more allies or enemies.

After a hard day's work, most evenings were spent celebrating one thing or another in the cabin below the deck. From sailors, generals, and commanders to the cleaning crew, everyone would gather in the makeshift tavern for a few hours of merrymaking.

Lin's making was far from merry, so she'd often just sit there, nursing her drink as people approached her to make various kinds of conversation. "Chief Beifong, now isn't this better than the RCPD?" "It's been- what three weeks since you've joined us? Any plans of leaving, yet?" and the infamous, "What's a spicy single woman like you doing here all by herself around all these men?"

Despite being well into her thirties, Lin was admittedly extremely attractive. And she didn't fail to see the flattering favors her new uniform had been doing her. In fact, she was very well aware of all the hungry young eyes she had on her. She'd simply groan and ignore it as much as she could. It wasn't to say she didn't like it, but at the same time, she didn't care to encourage it. It felt good to be wanted when she's spent months coping with feeling discarded.

But of course, it wasn't just the attention of the youngsters that Lin had to ward off. There was a certain older gentleman, the Commander of the first unit of the United Forces, the brother of a very significant man in her life who had relentlessly been shooting his shot with her. At first, she construed his antics as his way of trying to be friendly and helping her settle in. But she soon realized that she too had fallen prey to the same stolen glances and menacingly long eye contact followed by a soothing silence. There had been the one terrifying instance when he'd leaned in. She had found herself leaning in too. Their lips touched- simply grazed over the skin, making sure neither of them sensed how wonderful it could all feel.

Would it really be so bad?

That evening, as Bumi made his way over to the piano, Lin sat by her usual seat in front of the bar and ordered her favorite firewhiskey. The Commander started off playing some harmonious notes in the right key, eyes intensely staring into hers as she brought the crystal glass up to her lips for a sip. She closed her eyes when the smooth alcohol flowed down her throat, warming her up from the inside. When she opened her eyes to find his gaze again, her vision was colored by the presence of a young man sitting beside her.

Slicked back dark hair, severe amber eyes, and a red coat. He was the picture of a Prince indeed.

"Chief Beifong!" He cheered, "How's it going?"

"Iroh," Lin replied, not quite meeting his enthusiasm, licking the remnants of the whiskey from her lips as she placed her glass down, "It's going as it has for the past month."

He gave her a genial smile before ordering a drink of his own from the barkeep.

"You shake my nerves and you rattle my brain!"

Lin's eyes followed the husky voice coming from behind the piano. Bumi was singing now.

How embarrassing.

"You know," Iroh began after a sip of his own drink, "Bumi's pretty good with his fingers."

Lin almost spat her drink out. But instead, she chugged down the burning liquid and settled for a strange expression.

"I mean," The young firebender shook his head, "On the piano, that is. He's always been very musically inclined."

"And you're telling me this because..?"

"Because," Iroh smiled, "Isn't it obvious?"

"What is?" She asked genuinely confused.

"Bumi." He suggested as if that would answer all her questions. But when the look on her face didn't change, he added, "You and Bumi?"

"Me and Bumi?" She repeated.

"Yeah," He said, leaning in closer, "There is something going on between you two, isn't there?"

"Too much love drives a man insane!"

"No? Of course, not." Lin shrugged nervously, "Why do you ask?"

"He loves you, Lin." He whispered.

"Wha- How drunk are you?" She scolded awkwardly.

"Seventh drink this evening," He grinned proudly. And now that he said it, she could see it in his eyes. Iroh was wasted. How did she miss that? Had she been that distracted?

"You broke my will- Ooooh what a thrill!"

Lin glanced over at Bumi and rolled her eyes before she turned to face Iroh again.

"He looooves you, Chief. He has loved you for years!" He slurred loudly with humor, picking up on the excitement roaring through the room.

Lin's face had turned pink. Her cheeks were flushed and her palms were sweaty, clasping the glass of firewhiskey. She considered Iroh for a little over a second and then snapped her neck around to check on Bumi.

Could it be?

Iroh slapped his mouth shut, gaining Lin's attention again.

"Don't tell him I told you, okay?" He said, "Don't tell him I told you about how troubled in love with you he is."

"He's- he is-"

Iroh stumbled forward and stood up, off his seat. He placed his arm around Lin's shoulder and whispered, "Be with him. He's always going on about how much better he could treat you than Tenzin did. Give him one chance. Please."

With that the firebender strolled off to talk to another member of the ship's company, leaving Lin alone with her thoughts and some enticing new information.

He loved her.

That buffoon of a man- the same who coaxed her into leaving Republic City and everything else she knew behind. The one who looked after her while she adjusted. The one who'd always offered her his ear when she needed to vent and his shoulder when she needed a good cry. He'd been there for her in the best of his capacity. And here he was, singing without a care in the world like it was his life.

And he was being so silly too.

As soon as their eyes met, Bumi passed on the piano and made his way over to the bar. He had a cute smile flashing across his face. The glow from the alcohol had Lin seeing him in a totally different light.

She felt her heart racing as he neared her seat. He pulled out the stool Iroh had previously occupied, and before she knew it, her heart leaped out of her chest.

"Hey, Beifong," He raised an eyebrow seductively.

"Hey," She replied politely.

"Hating it here, yet? Any plans of leaving?" He teased with a lingering smile as the other sailors continued to sing his song.

"No, actually." She smiled back, "I'm probably going to be stuck here for the rest of my life."

"Is that a promise?" He leaned in slowly.

Lin let out a sharp exhale in an effort to compose herself. She could feel his warm breath on her lips. The scent of the same firewhiskey danced in the liminal space between their mouths. She cupped his cheek with one hand and closed the distance between them.

"Goodness gracious, great balls of fire!"

#linumi #lin beifong #bumi #chief beifong

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x-authorship-x · 1 year ago

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Holy shit! HI!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY, TORSHIP!! You’re an amazing writer and an even BETTER person. You’re so fucking creative because HELLO??? *POINTS AT YOUR AO3* I feel bad if i don't do anything for your birthday so here's a few drabbles (more like rough drafts… www) of shisui!! (some ideas maybe taken from your asks lol)

O1・Drawing, oh and shisui & obito r brothers

“Ne ne, Obito-nii?” Shisui tugged his older brother’s shirt, “What are you doing?” the scribbling sound stopped– Obito looked towards his younger brother; He was crouching, both his knees apart while his hands held each of his knees. “I’m drawing, wanna take a look?” Obito replied with a smile.

Shisui made a “waah~!” sound as he nodded, Obito shifted his knees as Shisui got a closer look– “Uhm,” He squinted at… something, “What is that?” Shisui pointed at it. Obito furrowed his eyebrows as he looked towards what Shisui was pointing at. “Where are you pointing…?” Obito asks– Shisui blinked rapidly, “What do you mean ‘where am I pointing’?!” Shisui said agasp, his hands covering his mouth.

“What do you mean ‘what do you mean’!” Obito’s lips pressed together, “Nevermind…” Shisui grumbled as got back up. “Hey– Wait!” Obito shouted towards his younger brother.

O2・Time loop – kinda AU of ur AU (Not really)

Oh my god. I can’t take this fucking shit anymore. Everytime I die I return to this date and I don’t think I can take it anymore. The last loop was going so well aswell! 5 whole months! I was so close! Now we gotta do that AGAIN. I just wanna slit his throat out. I’m getting so impatient you don’t even understand.

Why why WHY? I can’t understand why I'm looping currently. Maybe I’ve been focusing on the wrong thing– I have all of the time in the world don’t I? … Wait, do I leave timelines behind me when I die? … Let’s not think about that. Goodbye journal! I’ll be writing in you tomorrow about all of the stuff and info about the last loop because I’m too high out of my mind to be thinking about that right now.

O3・idk missing nin shisui sounds cool so

Shisui grips at the piece of sheet he’s holding. His breathing was labored– “Are you sure this is the best decision?” Shisui mumbled, “Couldn’t we just… use my eyes on th–” Slam!

“That was a temporary decision. It’s either you kill the whole entire clan and–” Danzo waved the cane around, “–spare Uchiha Itachi and Uchiha Sasuke or–” Danzo’s eyes pierced into Shisui’s skull. “–I get your little companion to do it.” Shisui’s eyes grew dull. “... Fine, Danzo-sama.” Shisui got up from where he was sitting and walked towards the exit.

His footsteps stopped– He took a deep breath, “This’ll be the last thing I’ll do for Konoha,” Shisui hissed. “Hmph. Watch your tongue, boy.” Danzo rebuked before Shisui walked towards the exit again.

Extra ideas:

Deja Vu by Uki Violeta with Uchiha Shisui

Golden Age by Rin Penrose with Kakashi/Shisui + Royalty AU

Modern AU where Shisui is in a band with the rest of squad 2– he’s an singer + a guitarist (maybe a bassist?)

SVSSS but Shisui

Okay that’s all i’ve spent an hour writing all of these lol (I need to start writing faster~)

- N

Hey N-anon! Thank you so much, you're so lovely and sweet ❤️❤️❤️ I hope you also have a great day/night~

These are so fun! (Especially the angst haha) ObiShi bros are such cuties and I recognise these AUs (the spirit of the thought at least) haha! Thank you, I'm charmed 😅✨ Ooooh, a band AU is such a vibe!!! I really appreciate the time you've taken to write this out, wow!

Thanks for being such a gem, N-anon ❤️

#torship #torship talks #ask #n-anon #anon #HBD #GTKM #shisui #shisui drabbles #shisui fic ideas!

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sennamybeloved · 2 years ago

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getting ready for bed.

✨ — ship: senna x lucian x seren (s/i)

✨ — cw: a very brief mention of weed.

✨ — summary: a polyamorous triad's antics as they get ready for bed. nothing too special.

✨ — from @timothymcgees’ drabblecember prompt list :) i really like this challenge and i plan on doing a few of these. this is way longer than a drabble is supposed to be, but that's... fine. reblogs are appreciated as always!

Seren always draws out her gaming sessions into the late hours of the evening—or all the way into the early hours of the morning if she can manage it. Even when she’s exhausted, demotivated and annoyed, she can’t bring herself to put the controller down.

This only becomes a problem when it’s very late and she has somewhere to be in the morning. She knows she needs to sleep, but five more minutes wouldn’t hurt, right? She just wants to take this bounty, or grab this last collectible, or buy a new saddle and maybe a new horse too. Then she’ll go to bed, she swears!

But alas, it’s never that simple. Her partners have to pry her away from the screen almost every single night.

Tonight, she predicts them. She’s mindlessly tapping away at her controller, slumped over in that old, dusty beanbag chair of hers when she hears Senna and Lucian begin to move around upstairs. She glances over at her phone, which sits on the floor beside her, to check the time. 11:20 PM. Yeah, okay. She needs to get off her ass and get ready for bed.

Senna, who’s already in her pajamas—a black tank top paired with colorful, fluffy pajama pants that have stars on them—comes down to the living room to collect her phone charger. As she passes Seren, she taps her on the shoulder, “C’mon. It’s time for bed.”

Seren groans in childlike annoyance, yet she’s very quick to stop what she’s doing and close out of the game. She’s exhausted, that much is obvious; she can barely keep her eyes open.

“When do we have to get up tomorrow?” She calls over her shoulder. She knows they have to go grocery shopping in the morning, so she knows the answer is early, but how early, exactly? She wants to gauge how screwed she is.

“Uhhh… like, eight.” She calls back, already on her way back up the staircase.

Okay. That’s not too bad. That’s like, uhm… more than 5 hours of sleep, she thinks.

Seren sighs through her nose. The end of her tail flicks against the ground in overtired agitation as she shuts her PlayStation down for good. It takes her several long moments of silent encouragement to will herself to her feet. She grabs her phone and her blanket—a thin Dollar Store blanket with a fox printed on it—and begins the long trek upstairs.

All the lights are on. The bright, yellowed light strains Seren’s eyes, despite having spent the previous hours staring at an even brighter screen.

Lucian and Senna are going about their nightly routines, darting between the bathroom and the bedroom, washing their faces and changing into clean, comfy clothes. Seren doesn’t have a nightly routine. She simply collapses into bed and passes out for ten, sometimes twelve hours. She wants to do that now, but the only thing that stops her is a hand grasping forearm, yanking her towards the bathroom.

“C’mon.” It’s Lucian’s voice, deep and gravely and commanding. “Brush your teeth.”

Seren grumbles as she’s crammed into their very small upstairs bathroom with the pair of them and practically shoved against the sink. With a defeated sigh, she drops her fox blanket on the floor and snatches her toothbrush- no, wait, that’s Senna’s toothbrush. She grabs her toothbrush and smears a glob of toothpaste on it, holding it under the running facet for a little too long before sticking it in her mouth.

Lucian mirrors Seren, moving much less lazily than her. No one in this house had a history of great self-care, but Lucian and Senna have a history of being motivated to take action long before Seren is, so as they assume better habits, they force her to as well. She’s grateful for this.

“Do we have a shopping list?” Asks Senna, who’s sitting on the edge of the bathtub, tucking her curls into a satin bonnet. "I know we need eggs, bread, uh, cereal... but what else?"

Lucian spits out a mouthful of toothpaste before replying. "I wrote a list. Don't worry."

“Don’t we-” Seren tries to speak into her toothbrush, but she stops herself. She, too, spits out a mouthful of toothpaste and wipes off her mouth before starting over. “Don’t we have to meet Akshan for something too?”

“Uhuh. That’s why we’re going so early. He couldn’t meet us later, for whatever reason.” Senna responds, the annoyance in her voice very clear.

It feels like they're always meeting Akshan for something. No one but the person who orchestrated the meeting knows for what. It's usually for something really stupid, too. Once, it was for a giant variety pack of Monster Energy. Around this time last year, it was for marijuana seedlings Senna had offered to pay for. Those really got them through those late winter months. Seren hopes that's what it's for this time.

“Huh,” She shrugs, wearing a sarcastic smile on her face. “Busy man.”

Senna hums. “I doubt it.”

Lucian splashes cold water onto his face, drying himself off with a very old and overused hand towel. He tosses it aside into the overflowing dirty laundry basket afterward.

Someone should do that laundry, Seren thinks. It's not gonna be her, though.

Pulling away from the sink, Seren goes to leave the bathroom. However, she's quickly grabbed up by Lucian, who takes hold of her face this time.

"Wait," he says. "You still have makeup on."

"Uhg..." Seren groans, halfheartedly struggling against his firm-yet-gentle grip on her jaw as he reaches onto a low-sitting shelf, pulling a single makeup wipe out of a dispenser and bringing it up to Seren's face. It feels cold and wet against her skin, making her groan and grumble some more. He wipes off a layer of foundation, concealer, and powder she's had caked to her face since early this morning, as well as faded eyeshadow and black eyeliner. One makeup wipe was hardly enough for the. job, but Lucian made it work.

"There. Don't that feel better?" He says in a half-teasing, almost patronizing way, and Seren glares at him. While doing her best not to get caught in the crossfire, Senna takes the filthy makeup wipe out of his hand and places it in the trash.

"I'm going to bed," She announces pushes her way past the two of them.

"Uh, I am too!” Seren pulls away from Lucian's grip, who lets her go without a fuss since he's done with her anyway. She scoops her blanket up off the floor and practically skips out of the bathroom, towards the bedroom, and into bed. She collapses onto the mattress and worms her way under the covers before Senna even has the chance to get comfy.

Seren hears Senna laugh; a warm, melodic sound that warms her heart and clears her head of worry. "I thought you didn't wanna go to bed," She comments, slinging an arm around the vastaya's body.

Seren snuggles closer to her in response. "I never said that." She speaks into her skin, face nuzzling against her shoulder.

One by one, the lights flick off. First, the bathroom, then the hallway, then the bedroom room, leaving only the dim light of their lamp. It's enough to illuminate Lucian. He slips off his shirt—a big, black t-shirt that's even too big for him, the six-and-a-half-foot giant he is—and crawls into bed with them. He, too, huddles up to Seren's side, effectively sandwiching her between the pair of them.

Seren feels her face grow warm. The feeling of laying between them, their skin touching hers, their hands dancing over her body so lovingly, still proves to be too much for her after all these years.

"I love you guys." She blurts out. She couldn't have stopped the words from leaving her mouth if she wanted to.

She's always worried they find her flirtations incessant, meaningless, annoying or boring, but they smile bashfully and reflect the energy nearly every time.

"We love you too, Seren," Lucian says. He brings his hand up to caress Seren's face; a much gentler touch than the one she'd felt mere minutes before. Callused fingertips dance over her freckled skin, carefully tilting her head towards him. He leans down and kisses her on the bridge of her nose. His fingers lace into her hair as her face—her entire face—rests comfortably in his palm.

Seren feels Senna's arms snake around her waist. She cuddles up to her back, pressing a kiss between her shoulder blades before resting her head there.

Seren sighs, long and heavy, her entire body melting into the bed, and into their touches.

Without disturbing the embrace too much, Lucian is able to flick off the lamp with an outstretched arm. He then readjusts himself, wriggling deeper into the nest of blankets, wrapping his big, strong arms around both his partners, but mostly Seren—she feels like the most important person in the whole world right now. She feels like a king or a queen or a god. She cannot imagine a better feeling than this, not even worship.

It doesn't take long for her eyes to drift shut. She falls asleep peacefully in the arms of her lovers.

#i dont think i like this #lotus writes #oh and for extra context seren is playing rdo in the beginning :)#drabblecember #self ship community #selfshipping #f/o community #self ship fanfic #f/o x s/i #self ship prompt #self insert #self insert x canon #fanfiction #* ★ / self insert: seren abaru .#* 💚 / death is drawn to life .#* 🖤 / a steadfast heart .

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