#if no one requests i guess i'll have to just prompt myself rip

[luxexhomines]

Requests Open (temporarily!) w/ Prompt List

Hi, everyone!

I know it's been a long time, so if you're still following me & also still active on tumblr, wow! I'm impressed and thankful--it's been a couple of years, and I've been pretty inactive. Happy new year, and I hope you are all well!!

Anyway, I want to try writing again, so requests are open (temporarily)! Here's a fun little mix and match prompt list if anyone's interested in requesting--at least, I hope it's fun. I'll close my requests after I get a few (if I get any at all). Apologies, my writing may be a little stilted and awkward since it's been a long time. Here you go:

Fandoms & Media I can/will write for: 1. Genshin Impact (playable characters) 2. Danganronpa (main games only) 3. Love Live! School Idol Project OR Sunshine!! 4. SAO (I, II, Alternative: GGO, OS, Alicization) 5. Your Turn To Die

Tentatively: Honkai Star Rail, Obey Me!, Death Parade, Buried Stars, Palia, AI: The Somnium Files

Pick one from each category below: Genre/mood: 1. Fluff 2. Angst 3. Silly 4. Hurt/comfort 5. NSFW (smut)

Dialogue: 1. Don't touch me 2. I like you 3. What do you think? 4. You're the only one 5. You're so persistent 6. You're mine 7. What did you expect? 8. Let me go 9. Stop it 10. I've been waiting for this moment 11. How could you? 12. I can't do this anymore. 13. You're awful. 14. I'm sorry I love you. 15. You promised.

Specify the character if it's reader-insert or the ship, and platonic or romantic! And, a warning that things may not go as you expected. You can try picking dialogue that doesn't seem like goes with the genre/mood to challenge me :)

Gratefully yours, Lux ♡

[violentdelightsandviolentends]

my love if i may request a whiskey with dbf!joel or dbf!bucky with the prompt “i’ve wanted this for so long” and mayhaps if it’s not too much to ask for but some breeding kink👀👉🏻👈🏻

Promises, Promises.

warnings - smut. cursing.

I figured I'd make this dbf!bucky, because i've done a dbf!joel fic for this celebration already. y'all, I read the words dad's best friend and go fucking feral. this one got away from me.

3k celebration post here. 3k masterlist here.

You're the last person Bucky expected to be at his front door at 3am.

"What's wrong, honey?"

"Locked myself out of my goddamn house, and my parents are still on vacation. Can I crash here tonight? Please?"

Who is he to turn down an offer that tempting?

"Course. Come on, it's too cold for you to be stood out here."

The two of you sit down on his couch, settling in to watch some TV.

"Bucky Barnes. Are you watching a romcom?"

He blushes, a slight flush creeping up his cheeks.

"If you tell anyone, I'll kill you. They're my guilty pleasure."

"It makes me like you more, if anything," you grin. He can't help but smile back at you, less embarrassed now.

"Look, my love life is fuckin' terrible. I live vicariously through these cheesy films right now."

"You? Terrible love life? Those two phrases don't usually go in the same sentence."

You're teasing him. Seeing if you can get a rise, hit the right button.

"Oh, shut it. Just because you're on a new date every week."

"I'm... what?"

"Your Dad seems to think you're dating a lot."

You quirk a brow at him, amusement curling at the corners of your lips.

"Is that so?"

"I'm only telling you what I've heard, honey."

He crosses his arms across his chest, biceps threatening to break free from the confines of his t shirt.

"He's wrong."

"Is that so?"

You roll your eyes.

"I have a friend, he's a guy. My Dad automatically assumes we're dating because we hang out. But we're not."

"And why not?"

"I don't know, I guess he's just..." you debate your answer, realising it's now or never. "He's not old enough for me. Not mature enough."

Bucky bites his lip, eyes scanning your face.

"He's your age."

"Exactly. Boys my age don't know shit."

He laughs, but it's dark and low, something brewing beneath the surface.

"You always were too smart for your own good, huh?"

Bucky's thigh is pressing into yours, the warmth from his skin seeping through. His rough fingertips glide across your arm, slow and soft. He's testing the waters.

"I shouldn't want this," he murmurs, barely audible. "Neither should you."

"But I do," you whisper. "So fucking bad."

"Me too."

Bucky grabs the back of your neck, smashing his lips to yours. You grip at his hair, his biceps, his shirt - anything you can get a hold of. You feel like you're dreaming, your filthiest thoughts coming into fruition.

He pulls you into his lap so you're straddling his hips, grinding down and panting into his mouth. You're both breathless, but neither of you want to be the first to pull away.

Bucky rips your shirt over your head, instantly attacking your chest with kisses. He's marking you up, claiming you as his. You should be worried about the repercussions, but you're not.

You pull his shirt off and rake your nails down his front, grinning when he shivers. Suddenly, Bucky stands up, setting you on your feet.

"Strip."

You blink at him, processing.

"Strip, baby. I won't tell you again."

You shimmy your pants down your legs, your underwear going too. Your mouth waters as you watch him undress, admiring the angles and smooth ridges of him. A Greek God.

Bucky stalks over to you and hooks a foot behind your ankle, sending you both flying onto the rug on the floor. He cushions your fall, not letting go of you once. Running two fingers through your wet heat, he groans.

"All for me, pretty girl? What did I do to deserve somethin' this sweet, huh?"

"Need you," you whine. "Please, Buck."

"I've wanted this for so long," he murmurs, lining himself up. "Fuck, you're a dream."

You both gasp as he slides home, your back arching and his jaw falling slack. Bucky rests a hand against the base of your throat, the weight grounding you back down to Earth.

"Need you to move," you choke out. "Fuck, I need it, Buck. Please."

"Oh you need it, do you?" he smirks. "My needy girl."

He snaps his hips into yours in long, careful glides, very aware of the effect he has on you. Before long, his restraint snaps, and his thrusts get harder, quicker, more frantic.

"Gonna fill you up, baby," he's muttering under his breath. "Make you mine. You want that? To have everyone know who you belong to?"

You're nodding rapidly, tears gathering in your eyes, bottom lip caught between your teeth.

"How are we gonna keep this a secret if you're pregnant, huh?"

The thought makes you moan, a breathy, gutteral sound.

"You like that? Want me to make you a mommy? Fuck, I'll give you everything you ask for. I'll buy you a house and knock you up, you'll never want for anything."

His low, honeyed words throw you over the edge, squeezing and clenching around him. Bucky groans, deep and rumbled, the sound vibrating through the both of you. You find your releases together, panting and out of breath.

"House first."

"Huh?" he breathes, raising his head from your chest.

"Buy me a house first. Kids second. Maybe marriage in between."

He laughs, floating and content. You both know he meant what he said, not just a heat of the moment confession.

You stay wrapped up in each other for hours, on the rug in front of the fire.

You'll deal with the repercussions later.

[yn-honeybun]

Drooling over you~

Max Thunderman x black!reader

A lil something something of where you wear a bodycon (tight fitting) dress to a double date with Phoebe and Link, and Max goes a little wild 🤭

Warning ⚠️: A tiny bit NSFW, cursing, suggestive🩷

Word Count: 636

Today you and Max had a double date with Phoebe and Link. Yet unfortunately you had forgotten to unload your washer last night and put your clothes in the dryer so now all your clothes were wet. Luckily none of them were ruined. You couldn’t go on the date in your pajamas and bonnet so you go looking through your closet and drawers. You found a dress that was a bit too small but it’s all you had and since you only had 15 minutes to be at the date; you hurried up and got ready. After some time you were all done getting ready and took one last look in the mirror and left for the date.

You showed up to Splat Burger with only a minute to spare. You rushed to the front doors and calmed yourself down. You looked around and found where Phoebe and Link were sitting.

“Hey guys!” You greeted them

“Hey girl! How are y-” Your bestie gasped, “oh my god”

“What?! What happened?”

“You look amazing in that dress”

“Really? It was laundry day yesterday, and I forgot to dry my clothes. This was the only think left in my closet,” you said looking around for Max.

"Yeah your skin looks like it's glowing. I have to admit I'm a little jealous. Wish I looked that good in tight clothes, I always end up looking too skinny," Phoebe admitted.

“Babe you beautiful no matter what you wear" Link said rubbing Pheobe's shoulder, "Oh Max is in the restroom. He said he was gonna be right back," Link notified you.

"Oh great, guess I'll just sit down-"

"Hey babe!" A familiar voice spoke up.

You turned to face your devilishly handsome boyfriend.

"Hey yourself" you quipped giving him a peck on the cheek

You sat down in the booth and Max followed suit

"Let's get this double date on a roll," Phoebe exclaimed

The date went well with so much laughter and banter, everyone almost forgot the time until the lights started to flicker. "Splat Burger is closing- GET OUT... NOW"

"Guess that means it's time for this date to end," Link said getting up from the table

The four of you walked outside and said your goodbyes to one another.

"Bye you guys, I had a good time, we'll have to this some other time again! Oh, let me know what time you wanted to head to the library tomorrow so we can study for chemistry," you said giving Phoebe a hug.

"I'm thinking 1pm so that way we can get plenty of studying time," She said pulling away

"Got it, and then after we can get a sweet treat. I'm craving some sugar,"

"Sounds like a plan! Hey Max do you need a ride home? I'm driving Link home first just so you know," she offered.

"Nah, I'm gonna stay and spend a little alone time with my girl," Max responded wrapping his arms around you from behind.

"Why'd I bother asking," She said rolling her eyes, "Come on Link,"

You waved the couple goodbye as you watched the car pull off and drive away. Once the car was out of sight, you felt a pair of hands run up and down your body. They settled on your hips.

"Max" You called out

"Yes, my dear?" He teased

"What are you doing?"

"You look so good in that dress, I can't help myself. I mean your ass is almost ripping the fabric apart, it's so big. You expect me to not feel some type of way when you look this divine," your boyfriend purred out. He sounded as if he was feening for you, craving your taste.

"Okay let's get home so we can do something about this dress," You offered, "Maybe you can actually rip it off me?"

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Let me know if you have any requests or prompts I should write💖 Muah 💋

[toomanyfandoms02]

Evidence // Spencer Reid x Reader

HEY guess who's back. I'm SO SO SO sorry for the delay. I've been having the most SERIOUS case of writers block and I'm finally pulling myself out of it YAYYYY. So here ya go.

Not a request, but I couldn't resist this prompt!

Summary - Spencer and Reader get locked in the evidence room.

Prompt - “What on earth happened in here?"

Word count - 2.9k

Spencer and I often stayed after together to finish up work. We didn't like to have to wake up so early to make touch ups. So here we were, sitting on the floor in the back of the evidence room. We were sat behind tall filing cabinets, a dim lamp lit beside us.

We were working a case in Arizona involving 3 girls. It was running relatively smooth, the problem was that the police station that we were placed at was in the middle of nowhere. And that was proven by the signal warning on my phone.

*unable to send message.*

Good thing it wasn't anything important.

There were multiple pages sprawled out in front of us, we looked between them all.

"I don't think we will have to stay too long after today." I commented. "It looks like we are working pretty fast this time around."

"I guess we're getting the hang of this " Spencer laughed, writing something down.

*click*

I craned my neck around the cabinets, wondering if someone was coming in the door. Seeing no one, I turned back to him, shrugging my shoulders.

We continued for another hour (and 28 minutes by Spencer's count). I stacked the papers together, shutting them in a folder and tucking it under my arm. I stood from my previous position, stretching my back.

"That's enough sitting on a concrete floor for me." I complained, hunching over and dragging myself to the door. This earned a laugh from Spencer. I reached for the knob, eager to get to the hotel and sleep.

But the knob only jiggled.

And jiggled.

And didn't budge.

"Uh. I think, I think the door is locked." I whispered, turning to Spencer slowly.

"No way." He stated, lightly pushing me out of the way. I listened as he jiggled it, desperately trying to turn the door knob. His head was placed against the glass, hands framing his eyes while he looked out the small doors window. "The lights are all off out there. I think they are on night patrol."

"Well this is thrilling." I laughed, slumping onto the floor. I pulled my phone from my pocket, holding it in the air and attempting to call Emily. The call started, my excitement being crushed by a warning on my phone.

*Your call cannot go through at the moment, we are unable to find a signal.*

Well fine then.

"Do you know how to pick a lock?" He asked.

"If there was anyone that knows how to pick a lock, I thought it would be you."

"Why?" His posture looked stiff and offended.

"You know everything." I deadpanned offering a dumb look. He rolled his eyes at this and sat down across from me. "Do you think we'll die in here?" I asked nonchalantly. Spencer squinted his eyes at me.

"Well statistically, no." And that's all he said.

"Is that all you got?"

"I'm too tired to ramble." He groaned. His head was leaned back on a cabinet. "But I will say that on average night patrols and at around 3:30 to 4 am. So we have quite a few hours to kill." The clock on the wall read 11:17. Yeah, we had some time to kill.

"Alright, we aren't just gonna sit here. We are gonna play games, I can't stand to sit in silence." Spencer sat up slightly, flashing me a confused look.

"Like what?"

"We are going to start with would you rather. I'll start." My head started sorting through all of the would you rather questions I had been asked that I loved and found the perfect one for this genius.

"Would you rather lose the ability to read or the ability to speak." I watched as he opened his mouth to answer then closed it, thinking again. I thought this would be a pretty obvious answer for him.

"I think I would lose the ability to speak. I could do nearly everything the same. I would just have to write my findings down." He sat in thought for a moment. "Would you rather have unlimited international first class tickets or never have to pay for food at restaurants?" I was thoroughly surprised by the question.

"That's a good one! I definitely want to travel, but I do eat a lot... First class tickets. I want to see ancient ruins, can't walk to them." I laughed. We played this game for around 10 more minutes before getting extremely bored of it.

"Alright enough of this." I groaned, coming up with a new idea. "We are gonna play two truths and a lie. Pretty straight forward, I'll start and you try to guess which one is a lie." Spencer nodded and waited. "I broke my leg while falling from a tree when I was 9, I've had a crush on someone on the team, and I once ate nerds candy for a whole week when I was 7 and had to get my stomache pumped." The last one had his eyebrows furrowing. I remained still and emotionless so he couldn't read me as well.

"I completely believe that you ate candy for a week and had to get medical attention as a result." He pointed out oh so graciously. "And you're a total klutz too, so it wouldn't surprise me if you broke your leg. Plus I think I'd know if you ever liked someone on the team. Final answer you've never had a crush on anyone on the team." He looked so smug in the moment, this just got me more pumped to wipe that smile from his face.

"Nope." As expected, his face immediately fell.

"Who did you like!" Spencer's arms were flailing in exasperation.

"I don't have to tell you that." I chuckled. "Now you go." My foot kicked his lightly, egging him on. He gave a glare and moved on reluctantly.

"I'm afraid of the dark, the only reason I drink coffee is because I had a crush on a girl who liked it, and I drank 11 cups of coffee one day and was up for 39 hours straight."

"You definitely drink coffee because you like it and not because of a girl, lie." There was no question about it, that would be a dumb reason to drink something.

"Actually that is why I drink coffee."

Huh?

"The lie is that I was up for 39 hours straight, I was only up for 35."

"Christ Spence!" I shook my head in disapproval. "Tell me about the girl." I could see his cheeks flush in the slightest. ~~Silently wishing that I could make him feel like that~~

"Her name was Josephine and she lived on my street. She and I would play chess together in the park whenever I wasn't studying, and she would bring a cup of coffee every day. Eventually, in my own way to impress her, I started bringing coffee too. And she liked that, but of course we drifted apart because of how fast my life was moving. It's unfortunate." He was staring down at his hands now. "You and her are very similar. I think that's why we've gotten so... close." That comment got me very curious.

"How were we alike? If you don't mind me asking."

"She was kind and funny, never let anyone down. And she was intelligent. Not only in personality either, you have the same color hair and eyes. I bet you guys would have gotten along really well." I could see him making his thinking face, I assume he was looking into past memories.

"That's so sweet." I kicked his foot with a smile, bringing him back to reality. "So, last round until we are playing the dreaded truth or dare ooooOooOooOooo." Spencer laughed and rolled his eyes. "I use to have a cat named Piglet because of how obsessed with Winnie the Pooh I was, my first boyfriends name was Spencer, and I play guitar."

"There is absolutely no way your first boyfriends name was Spencer, it's the 828th most popular name. That would be nearly impossible or a crazy coincidence." His hand gestured were out of this world at this point, completely flabbergasted that I would even try to tell him such a *lie*.

"Wrong again pretty boy, that's true. His name was Spencer Allen Sallow. The only reason I remember his middle name is because I remember his initials being 'SAS'. Are you ready for truth or dare?"

"I guess." He mocked annoyance and threw his head back.

"Ok, truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"If you could make one wish, right this second, what would it be?" He stared at me intently for a moment, as if he was looking for the answer in me. He then lightly shook his head, it was so small, but hard to miss considering we were practically having a staring contest.

"I would wish for the door to be unlocked so I could sleep at the hotel." His head nodded.

"Boring, I choose dare." I was now sitting much closer to him, waiting for whatever that beautiful brain could come up with. Spencer looked to the papers on the floor and then back at me, an evil smirk forming on his lips.

"Do a snow angel in our paperwork." My shoulders slumped.

"What if I rip something!" I wouldn't usually whine like this but *geez* I did not want to redo all this.

"Just be careful then." I looked at him with a pleading look. "Oh so you're *boring*." That's what got me.

"**Fine!**" I slowly lowered myself onto the papers, flattening out and looking up to Spencer, he was hovering over me slightly in a criss-crossed position with that evil smirk. His hands gestured me on.

I laid my arms and legs and and moved them, hearing the paper scrape against the floor and giggling. I had to admit, it was fun. And if having fun with Spencer meant I had to redo a few papers.

Then so be it.

I sat up after Spencer told me I'm done through fits of laughter, holding his stomache and nearly toppled flat on the floor. I looked around happily to see most papers were only crinkled, not ripped. I'll just have to flatten them out tomorrow.

"Okay asshat, truth or dare." He tapped his chin, looking daring for once.

"Dare." Perfect.

"Serenade me." I crossed my arms over my chest as I watched his face fall.

"With just my voice?"

"Oh no no, I have an instrument, the bag I carry with us on cases is like a never ending bag." I reached into the giant bag and pulled out a ukelele case, but not an *ordinary* uke case, a *mini* uke case. "Can you play ukelele?" I pulled it from the case, handing it over to him.

"No, but I may be able to pick it up."

"So you will actually serenade me!?" I got my hands ready to clap.

"Sure, why not." I clapped infinitely fast, watching him pluck at the strings a bit and lean back into the cabinets. Then he started on a beat, one that I recognized.

"Put your head on my shoulder, hold me in your arms, baby. Squeeze me oh so tight. Show me that you love me too." I listened to him through the whole song, knowing full well that as soon as he was strumming that ukelele I was already done for.

"How did I do?" He strummed the last chord and look up at me with a smile.

Oh how I wanted to tell him that he serenaded me to the sun and back.

"That was amazing! You learned that om the spot?"

"Yeah, like piano. It's basically just math and note remembrance." He shrugged, setting it back in my case. "Truth or dare."

"Truth."

"What's the first thing on your bucket list and your biggest secret?"

"You can't ask two questions, that's cheating!" I laughed.

"You technically never specified that so, answer."

This little shit.

"Fine. The first thing on my bucket list has been the same since I was an 8th grader, which is to fall in love. And I know that's cliche but I'm sticking to it." I didn't want to tell him my biggest secret. Truth be told I had a pretty normal life, so my biggest secret was my attraction to him. After telling my mom about it she told me workplace romances were dangerous and wrong, so I tried so hard to get over it. But it's not going away, it's doing anything but that.

"Come on y/n, I'm not going to judge you for your secret."

Yeah uh huh, sure.

"It's embarrassing, and I would prefer not to tell you in a locked room so I can immediately escape after I tell you. So can I just tell you when the door gets unlocked?"

"It can't be that bad."

"It is."

"Please Y/n!"

"I like you!" His mouth shut quickly, tilting his head like a confused puppy. Now that I had given out my biggest secret, I felt a little... powerful. I crossed my arms firmly over my chest, maintaining eye contact, my heart pounding out of my chest. He wanted the truth and he got it, I hope he's happy to be stuck with me in this room for another hour and a half.

"Really?" Was all he could say.

"No. I just said that I could have awkward tension swirling around the room for the next hour, I love doing that." I replied in the most monotone voice I could muster. A very faint smile was appearing on Spencer's face, making me a little nervous. He quirked one eyebrow.

"Are you sure it's not sexual tension?"

What?

My eyebrows raised at the question. Was he... flirting with me? I didn't know he knew how to do that, let alone so *well*. He began speaking again.

"Truth or dare?"

"It's my turn to ask you."

"Truth. Or. Dare." Who knew Mr. Sweatervest could seem so intimidating.

"Dare."

"I dare you to act on your biggest secret." Is this some weird way to make me kiss him, because it's working. If we aren't on the same page, this is about to get Mega embarrassing, but I don't think this could get any weirder. I crawled forward, placing myself on his lap and staring into his eyes. I've never seen him smile so big.

"Are you sure about this?"

"Actually no, this is awful you should really stop." He deadpanned, lightly placing his hands on my hips.

"One, since when do you use sarcasm. And two, I hate you." I giggled, pulling his face to mine. One of his hands fled to my cheek, rubbing his thumb across it. He pressed further into the kiss, all while pulling me impossibly closer.

Is this real?

I pulled one hand away from his face, putting it on the skin of my thigh and pinching myself.

"Ouch shit!"

And apperantly I don't know my own strength.

"Are you okay?" Spencer's face was a wave of concern, scanning over my face quickly to make sure he didn't do something wrong.

"Yeah I was just, pinching myself to make sure this was real." I lifted my hand to his shoulder, resting it there.

"Why? Is this like a lot of your dreams?" He winking obviously at me as I slapped his chest.

"Please stop." I whined, pulling myself off of his lap. "I'm very tired and we still have an hour left, are you up for a cat nap?" I pulled a blanket from my bag. "We can use this as a pillow, it's already pretty hot in here."

"Definitely." I made it into a pillow, giving him enough room. He slung his arm around me, burying his head in the crook of my neck. "Thank you for telling me. And for the record, I wouldn't want to be locked in a room with anyone else." And with many papers scattered messily around us, we fell asleep.

-

I shot up, hearing voices I knew all too well.

"What the hell is happening, since when it pretty boy a playboy."

"Finally! Now y/n can stop silently pining and telling me about it."

"I knew those two had chemistry."

I blinked slowly, trying to release the sleep from my eyes. Spencer's sleepy arm was still wrapped around my waist, unmoving. Once my eyes adjusted I was met with the staring eyes of Derek, Garcia and Emily. Then there was Hotch, just entering the room.

“What on earth happened in here?"

"We got locked in here and played some innocent party games." I explained gesturing to the messy papers. "Spencer dared me to make a snow angel in our files." I smiled sheepishly. Spencer was now stirring awake, sitting up and looking at our teammates. Derek held out his hand for a fist bump and Spencer highfived it weakly.

"Told you you would rope her in." He chuckled. I rolled my eyes at the comment and stood up.

"Let's finish up this case. We've only had 1 hour of sleep and I want this day to be over with already. Save the comments for when I'm asleep on the jet." And with that we were off.

But let's not ignore that Spencer and I's hands were clasped beneath every table we sat at that day, it's not to be ignored.

And I won't be forgetting that day any time soon.

[pm-my-hubbies]

Best Years | R.C.

Requested by @imawreckandiknowit

Pairing: Rafe x Female!Reader

Word count: 1.7k

Warning: a bit of angst with fluff

Song Prompt List

You've got a million reasons to hesitate

But darling, the future is better than yesterday

I wasted so much time on people that reminded me of you

Gave you a million reasons to walk away

Of all the moments I envisioned for myself, Rafe Cameron climbing through my bedroom window with sweat slicking that forehead of his was an image I never conjured. He radiated confidence whenever and wherever, never seeking out help because he believed it was for the weak. However, he stood before me after pleading for my hand in an idea I’ve constantly tried to push to the back of my mind.

I’m in love with him. I could take the leap forward but everything we’ve been through prevents me from doing so. That one brief period between us, the one time we did give intimate moments a shot had been ripped away from me. He was quick to move on as I sobbed in my shower for months until the water ran cold of slithering down my back. Yet... I remained close to him.

I stayed by his side through all three relationships, patting him on the back to ease his pain. In reality, I was breaking inside because his tears for other girls confirmed his love died for me. Now, he stood before me claiming the opposite.

“You could’ve walked away.” His voice broke the tension before us after his first set of words. “But you didn’t. Why?”

I shrugged. “I don’t know R—”

“Don’t give me that Y/N.”

“Then don’t ask stupid questions. You know why I didn’t walk away Rafe and I’m not gonna say it.”

He only stared, confirming what I knew to be true. “You’re right. I can’t play dumb.” He dragged himself over to my bed and placed himself on the disheveled sheets with his head hung low. “The answer finally came to me today. The whole time, I built up this image that you had moved on and you were done with me. It was my fault we ended things back then. So, I chased after every girl that reminded me of you and when we ended things... it hurt.” He picked his head up, gazing into my eyes with watery ones. “They walked away with your traits and I felt like that was all I had left of you.”

I couldn’t watch him eat himself away anymore with the memories he had to relive. My legs climbed his sitting frame, straddling both sides of his body. “Rafe, why did you do it?”

“I felt like I wasn’t ready.” He answered, his hands sliding up my waist. “Yes, I have all of the money in the world to give you. But I felt like I wasn’t on your level yet. You’re smart, sweet, unique. You’re everything a guy could want and I wasn’t that yet.”

His thumb moved up to swipe my cheeks. I watched him remove it from where they were to see a clear liquid caught under the moonlight peeking through my window. God, I can’t be seriously crying.

“That’s not your decision to make, Rafe. That’s my own. I decide if we’re the right match and... I honestly thought we were perfect for each other. We balanced one another out. I missed that.”

“I know, I do too. And I’m sorry for just everything I’ve put you through.”

“I’m still here right?” I acknowledged with a gentle smile.

“You are. And I don’t wanna leave you again. I wanna be right here. With you.”

But I'll build a house out of the mess and all of the broken pieces

I’ll make up for all of your tears

Pictures I’d long forgotten in the comfort of my attic polka-dotted the walls in the tiny living room. Two currant red sofas protected a wooden coffee table standing in the middle with issues of my favorite magazines spread out on the surface. The stand beneath the flat screen consisted of Rafe’s and my Blu-Ray favorites, as well as the dust-free PS4 and brand new PS5.

“So, what do you think?” Rafe questioned from behind. “Do you like it?”

Once upon a time, this apartment reeked of Rafe Cameron. He was a man that only spoke for himself and never me. But now, since we’d been taking things slow the past couple of months, he flipped the switch to assure me this place was now ours.

I belong here, is what he wanted to inform me. He’s not the best with words to tell me I have a place in his life. So, his actions spoke for himself.

I swiveled on the balls of my feet to grin at him with love coating my eyes. “I love it.

I'll give you the best years

I'll give you the best years

Past love burned out like a cigarette

I promise, darling, you won't regret

The best years

Beth from Chem was back in town. According to the locals, it was rumored she’d regretted ending things with Rafe and was back to whisk him into her arms. They’d even went as far as informing her that he was now with me (and more than likely for good) but her stance didn’t budge.

Currently, we were throwing daggers at one another. She’d been trying all night to gain the attention of my boyfriend through initiating the conversation or offering to be his team mate for beer pong. Truthfully, it was embarrassing to watch as Rafe shot her down every time and the eyes on the onlookers shifted to one another in amusement. We all knew her motives.

“Stop looking like that, you’re gonna form wrinkles.” the man of the hour chastised me with a shake of his arm as it was looped on my shoulders.

“I can’t help it when your ex is the one who started it.” I answered, gritting my teeth.

“Who?”

“You know who.” I slapped his arm.

Seeing him chuckle phased me. The old Rafe would’ve hopped at the opportunity of some girl ogling him, especially if the girl happened to be a previous fling. When we were friends, he’d slip away to take care of business with the young woman and I’d watch from afar with longing eyes, wishing I were the one he chased for the evening. Even when we were briefly together, I could feel his hesitance in wanting to stick around but the dumb me pushed it aside for selfish and desperate reasons. This new guy that clung to me like a koala hugging a tree pulled me closer to plant a kiss on the crown of my head.

“I know baby. But I’m not going anywhere. And she can try all she wants but it’s not happening. Not now, tomorrow, or ever.

“Just you and me?”

“You and me.”

I wanna hold your hair when you drink too much

Carry you home when you cannot stand up

You did all these things for me

When I was half a man for you

I wanna hold your hand while we're growing up

As I hacked the contents of the evening into the toilet, Rafe’s hands grabbed my hair to pull it into a makeshift ponytail. His free hand rubbed soothing circles into my hunched back. Embarrassment ran through my body at the sight of him having to see me like this.

Once I was sure I was finished, he aided me in standing to my feet to cleanse my mouth of the harsh taste. His hold on me remained even when I placed my orange toothbrush inside my mouth.

I spit some of the toothpaste into the sink. “That was fucking embarrassing.”

“Really Y/N?”

“What? I’m just saying. I don’t want you to see me like that. Ever again. I’m not drinking that much anymore.”

He didn’t say anything. His mouth was a thin line and his eyes observed me from the mirror as I finished my business of cleaning my mouth. Before I could exit the bathroom, his arm jutted out to halt my movements.

“Look at me.” He commanded in a soft but firm tone. I did as instructed. “You’re gonna be sick and I’m gonna do the same thing. You’re gonna probably go back on your word and drink that much again and guess what? I’m still gonna be there.”

“Rafe—”

“No Y/N. Look: you took care of me when I wasn’t shit back then. I barely looked after you as a friend and as a boyfriend. I’m here now and I’m repaying you for all you did for me. I’m doing what I should’ve done back then. Do you hear me?

I nodded. “I hear you.”

“Good. Because I’m here for the long run baby. I’m gonna do all the shit like holding your hair when you throw up for as long as I live.”

I'll give you the best years

I'll give you the best years

Past love burned out like a cigarette

I promise, darling, you won't regret

The best years

I'll give you the best years

The sun caught the diamond ring on my finger at the right angle, along with the wedding band underneath it. With my other hand, I snapped a shot of the sight with my phone.

“Never thought I’d see you doing that.” Rafe snickered from beside me.

“Can you blame me?”

“Nope.” He answered, popping the ‘p’. “Honestly, it makes me feel like I’m doing something right. I feel like for you to take a picture of something like your hand, it means a lot.”

After sharing the picture to my Instagram, I faced my husband in the lawn chair next to me. In his arms, he held our sleeping bundle of joy who hadn’t released his fathers fingers from the moment he picked him up for nap time.

“Everything you’ve done and continue to do for me means a lot, Rafe.” I replied. “If you haven’t figured out by now, my constant tears express how much I love you. Whether it be cooking a special dinner for me or taking Y/S/N out of my arms after a rough day, I’m crying because it means a lot that you’re looking out for me.”

He leaned over, tightening his hold on our son to lightly kiss me on the lips. “What can I say? I promised you the best years and you’re getting it. Until death do us part.”

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[thatfanfictionchick]

ALRIGHT MY LOVELIES 💐💐💐

I'm having a hard time right now, a really hard time, trying to write.

I think pregnancy brain fog is a huge part of it, but I think the OTHER big part is that I've bogged myself in with long fics (Helios, Artemis, Mammon, Asmo, and one redacted on deck) and it's making it hard to think of anything else.

So! I've got this little prompt list smutty of course because what else could it possibly be and if any of you would be so kind to oblige me pretty please pick one, and a pairing, and send it to me! And come Monday I'll hopefully get out some good little ficlets that might help clear out the brain cobwebs.

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❌ 1 “Beg for it” - Helios

2 “C’mon give me something useful” “Oh I’ll give you something” - Helios

❌ 3 “You look so pretty when you cry” - Beel

4 “Cum for me sweetheart”

5 “Aw you had a dream about me?” - Cyril

6 “That’s it baby, make a mess” - Lucien

7 “Swallow it, that’s a good girl” - Victor

8 “You wanna make me a daddy huh?” - Victor

9 “You are the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, hands down”

10 “All I know is, it’s taking everything in me not to fuck the living shit out of you right now” - Helios

11 “Are you trying to seduce me?” “Dunno, is it working?” “....yes” - Kiro

12 “We’re in public, you know” - Victor

13 “This sofa costs fifteen thousand dollars, don't you dare ruin it” "Guess I'll just have to cum in you then" - Shaw

14 “There's no way I'm gonna let you wear that in public” "Why not?" “Cause It would be a shame to rip it off in front of a hundred people, such nice material” - Arthur

15 “You aren't taking me to bed EVER” "Who said it had to be a bed?" - Arthur

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If you've gotten this far you know my fandoms 🤷‍♀️ I'll take the first pairing request per prompt and update the list so y'all know what's left.

oh and if you've sent me an ask and I haven't answered it it's either because it's a reminder of what I'm writing or it is really lovely and I'm not ready to part with it yet 💋

[viinchester]

Prompts

How/What to request

Please comment or send an ask with the number of the prompt(s) you want + the character + more details you want to be included. I'm feeling really creative right now, so I might be able to do some of your requests.

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1. "Did you bring us here to die?" - "Obviously." - "I can't tell if you're being sarcastic or not."

2. "You.. You are-.." - "Beautiful? A genius? Immensely talented?" - "Dangerous."

3. "All that blood looks good on you, it really brings out your eyes."

4. "You keep on pointing that gun at me and blabber about how much you've been wanting to kill me. I'm beginning to doubt your commitment."

5. "Remove your hand or I will rip your arm off and beat you to death with it."

6. "I don't care if you're panicking - just do it quietly."

7. "How long have you been standing there?" - "Longer than you'd like."

8. "Keep your morals away from me."

9. "When did you become so smart?" - "Since I stopped listening to you."

10. "I remember kissing you.. Why do I remember kissing you?"

11. "I was just kind of hoping that you'd.. y'know.. fall in love with me."

12. "Well, that didn't end the way I expected it to, but at least nobody important died."

13. "You're going to have to tell people you're leaving eventually." - "Yeah, but how should I do it? Shall I shout it from the rooftops or send a mass e-mail?"

14. "I have never been so insulted!" - "You don't listen much then, do you?"

15. "What are you doing?" - "… Eating." - "We're being held hostage and you decide to raid the kitchen!?" - ".. They didn't say the fridge was off limits."

16. "Come over here and make me."

17. "I have a name and it's not sweetheart."

18. "I wouldn't miss you. Nobody would." - "..." - "No, wait! I didn't-" - "Fuck off, I hate you."

19. "I really wish you were never born." - "Well, me neither. But.. life be like that sometime." - ".. You're an idiot, you know that?"

20. "I'm dying and you can't do anything about it, so please just hold me. I don't want to die here alone.."

21. "You're bleeding! Where's your friend!?" - "Left me to die to save their own ass. Guess you were right, I really am not worth it."

22. "Did you really think I cared about you?"

23. "This is what I get from trusting you.. Everybody told me to stay away from you, but I ignored them.." - "Yeah, that was really stupid. You should've known better. And for the record: I don't regret anything."

24. "You lied to me! Everything you ever did.. It was all just a game to you!" - "You found out? What a shame.. I kind of enjoyed playing with you."

25. "This is a joke, right? Right!?"

26. "What are you doing?" - "Just what's long over due."

27. "I'm a monster." - "You know you're not."

28. "Listen, I believe there's good inside of you somewhere.. Just.. Just put that knife down, okay?"

29. "Sometimes you need to make your sarcasm more clear."

30. "Oh crap. That's your »I did something bad«-face."

31. "This never happened. Understood?"

32. "Can't you be happy for me for just five minutes?"

33. "You don't give a damn about me!" - "Frankly, I do give a damn about you, my dear."

34. "Innocent until proven guilty, my friend."

35. "You did what!?"

36. "I know I'm very drunk, but I want to kiss you so bad.." - "Excuse you?"

37. "Are you done?" - "Depends."

38. "I should hate you, but all I feel is love!" - "Well, I have that effect on people."

39. "I didn't do it." - "Then why are you laughing?" - "Because whoever did it is a genius."

40. "Was it really necessary to hit me with the corpse's leg?" - "Necessary? No. Hilarious? Yes."

41. "Oh, you're still alive." - "Don't sound so disappointed, I might begin to think you don't like me."

42. "Hold on, you died!" - "Yeah well, it didn't really stick."

43. "I think I'm having a feeling. How do I make it stop?"

44. "This is a beautiful place." - "What a shame you came from so far away to destroy it, right?" - "Not really."

45. "I don't like how that ended. Let's pretend it never happened." - ".. Life doesn't work like that." - "It does now."

46. "I didn't-.. I didn't mean to! This wasn't what I wanted!"

47. "Do you feel any remorse for what you did to them? For what you did to me?"

48. "Please, you have to let me make this right!"

49. "How long are you going to keep on blackmailing me?"

50. "This is going to sound controversial, but I think that went well."

51. "You know, you're adorable when you're mad." - "I could literally kill you."

52. "Well, this is a nice change of scenery." - "It's a prison cell." - "I was being sarcastic."

53. "Run! Run away as long as you got the chance!" - "Run away from what!?" - "From me!"

54. "Rumour has it, I make you nervous."

55. "I can't focus with your damn hand in my- ah.. Oh…"

56. "How are you mad at me, when I'm the one with the broken arm!?"

57. "Well, shit. I'll need a fucking lawyer."

58. "Are you enjoying the party?" - "Party? This isn't a party." - "Not until somebody almost dies."

59. "FUCK! You scared the shit out of me!"

60. "Don't. Move."

61. "You're bleeding on my carpet."

62. "Excuse me, but whoever stood you up is an idiot and a jerk."

63. "Call me that one more time and you'll see what happens."

64. "It's pitch black in here and I can still see you're blushing."

65. "Am I supposed to be scared of you?"

66. "Murder is kinda against the law, you know?"

67. "Bend over."

68. "Beg for it."

69. "I'll make sure you never see them again."

70. "If you relaxed, it wouldn't hurt so much."

71. "There you are. Did you really think you were gonna escape?"

72. "I love you, I love you so much and I'll make sure you feel the same." - "You-.. You are insane.."

73. "Let me out of here! You're a fucking psychopath! I won't ever bend to your will!" - "Now, why did you have to make me mad by saying something so inconsiderate?"

74. "See, now was that so bad?" - "We're in the hospital, you idiot!" - "Yeah, but we could be dead instead, so I consider us lucky."

75. "How do you even sleep at night?" - "Oh, just like a baby."

76. "It'd be a shame if I had to damage that beautiful face.."

77. "Stop struggling. It doesn't have to be painful."

78. "I killed my own blood. What do you think I could do to you?"

79. Person A is wrapped in christmas lights, their body bound tightly to the chair they're sitting on. Person B comes in and grins. "Oh boy, I must've been good this year."

80. "Why don't you ever listen to my orders!?" - "I don't like being told what to do."

81. "I'll go easy on you."

82. "You don't look like a professional criminal.." - "Oh sorry, let me just.. grab my Ted-Bundy-Mask and put on some bloody gloves."

83. "You don't have to stay. I understand."

84. "You don't have to fight me."

85. "Watch me."

86. "You make a sound and it's game over."

87. "I'm like 75% sure this isn't going to kill us."

88. "Uhm, I don't think kidnapping is legal.. So if you could just let me go, that would be great."

89. "Please, I'm begging you.. I will do anything!" - "Anything, you say?"

90. "Cooperate with me and nobody will get hurt."

91. "Shoot him/her. Or I shoot you."

92. "I'm not going to kill you, Y/N. You will kill yourself."

93. "Your life is completely in my hands, so don't test my boundaries."

94. "Why are you crying?"

95. "I could help you, but it will cost you."

96. "Oh, you mean you need.. this antidote?"

97. "Go ahead and pray. See what good that does for you."

98. "What did you do to them!?"

99. "If we get caught, I'm blaming you."

100. "Complain all you want, but hurry and help me hide the body while you're at it!"

101. Person A to Person B: "There's no way in hell I'm doing that!" *Five seconds later* Person B to Person A while watching them do it: "You were saying?"

102. "They don't make a card saying »Sorry for almost bleeding out on your two thousand dollar couch and completely ruining it«, so I got you this instead."

103. "I didn't ask you, because I knew you were going to deny. And I don't need your fucking permission to do anything!"

104. "I am the only thing standing between you and all those people out there wanting to kill you, so I strongly suggest you stop pissing me off."

105. "Why is everbody running around like the city's on fire? What did I miss?"

106. "Alright, so I'll do this ridiculous thing you asked me to do, but in exchange you'll have to come to family-dinner with me and pretend to be my boyfriend/girlfriend, because I've kinda been lying to my family about being in a relationship to get them off my back and now they want to meet my partner."

107. "That's a terrible thing to carve into a tree."

108. "This is definitely not as charming as you might think."

109. "But that wasn't the fucking question, was it?"

110. "You take me instead! Do you hear me? Give her/him/them back and take me instead!"

111. "You know I hear you talking, but I still don't have my coffee."

112. "Take one more step and I'll snap her pretty little neck."

113. "This is real. You're real, I'm real.. I need you to come back to reality with me."

114. "You shouldn't have seen that."

115. "Whatever you do, don't make a sound."

116. "I'd rather be spitting blood."

117. "You can't have her and it's killing you inside."

118. "I could hear you screaming, are you alright?"

119. "I was made to destroy. Not to fix or repare, but to break."

120. "I know how this goes. First, you buy me a drink, then you tell me how pretty I look and at the end of the night, you'll ask for my number."

121. "I'm drunk and I hate everything.. Wait, lemme correct myself, I hate everything but you."

122. "Put the gun down, please. You're starting to scare me.."

123. "I'm right here. I've been here all along. Please, just.. see me."

124. "Stop looking at me with pity in your eyes. Stop it. Stop fucking looking at me like that!"

125. "You took adventage of me when all I did was help you. Others would've left a long time ago, but I kept on believing in you. But you only ever saw me as an opportunity to get what you wanted.."

126. "You really don't know how to talk to women, do you?" - "There was no need to until now!"

127. "You already know how this will end. It always ends with my blood on your hands. I've come to terms with it, you should get used to the idea too. After all, you can't change destiny."

128. "If you want to keep me away, then tell me a lie that will hurt me so deep I'll never want to see you again." - "I love you."

129. "Go ahead, underestimate me. That will be fun."

[nightowlfandom]

MY PROMPT LIST IS RIGHT HERE! Requests are OPENED!

Also If no one has told you today, DAMN YOU LOOK CUTE TODAY. FUCK YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL! *flips a table* In all seriousness, it's normal to be insecure but please don't let that hinder you from anything. Just because someone calls you ugly doesn't make them prettier or correct. I myself struggle with insecurities and while eats us alive , theres always someone who thinks you look the best you've ever looked. 😊

3- "Damnit do you have any idea how amazing you are! Stop being so insecure!"

4- "Don't argue with me on this!"

13- "I dare you to finish that sentence.'

38- "I'd never thought I'd see the day you actually take my advice"

43- "You're so quiet, is something wrong?"

...

"No" you sighed for what felt like the tenth time in 20 minutes. You stood in front of a mirror, staring. "What does he see in me anyways?"

The one time you decide that maybe wearing jeans and a way too big sweater wasn't gonna cut it today was when Jin decided to clean every mirror in the house. You touched your nose and lips. You stared at your eyebrows, glared at the way your body moved when you turned. Your body wasn't even the problem, or maybe it was. You didn't know any more.

Guess its pajamas again today, because no way in hell were you gonna wear shorts.

...

"You're so quiet, is something wrong?" Jin looked up from his phone. You always laughed at his joke, especially the one where he said "Yoongi? No MEngi" (I just made that up and I hate myself.)

You shook your head. "No, I'm fine."

"You most definitely are not fine, you always sigh before you lie." he noted. "You know you can talk to me, right?"

"I said I'm fine, Jin." your voice wavered as your eyebrows arched.

"Y/N-"

"Just leave it alone okay?!" You snapped, standing to your feet. You began to walk away but Jin grabbed your hand and whirled you around.

"I won't leave it alone! You're upset! Why on Earth would I-" he began. You decided to just say it. What was the worst that could come of it.

"Why me?" you asked lowly. Receiving an adorable look of confusion from Jin, you continued. "Why me? Why did you choose me? Why are you attracted to me?" you asked.

"What?!" Jin looked taken aback. "Where is this coming from?!"

"Everyone says it! How did Y/N land a guy like Jin. Jin is to handsome for Y/N! Y/N needs to step her game up before someone takes Seokjin from her." you quoted everything you've ever overheard from every negative person you've had interactions with. "Y/N is too Ug-"

"I dare you to finish that sentence." Jin narrowed his brows. "Don't you dare say it. You know how I feel about you saying that about yourse-."

"UGLY!" You yelled, on the brink of falling to the floor. "Why can't I say it, Jin? Look at me, then look at you." you took in a choking breath.

No Y/N, don't cry. No tears at a time like this!

"Why is what someone else says so important to you?!" he looked mad. Seokjin wasn't angry at you, he was angry at the fact that you couldn't see how beautiful you were. He was mad at the other irrelevant lowlifes who tore you down. "Y/N, I didn't get into a relationship with you because of pity or something stupid that someone else told you."

"Then why? What's so special or 'beautiful' about me?" you asked.

"The minute I saw you curse out Jungkook for bumping into you when you fell, not knowing who he was and not caring even after he told you. I knew you were genuine..."

You remembered that day, water spilled all over you. Even after Jungkook took off his mask revealing his face you said "Okay singer boy, is that supposed to excuse the fact that YOU CRASHED INTO ME!?"

"And then I got to know you Y/N. Your likes, dislikes, passions, everything. Then I realized that you make me happy just by smiling in my direction. Damnit!" he snapped. "Do you have any idea how amazing you are." Jin suddenly pulled you into a hug. "Stop being so damn insecure. After today, don't argue with me on this any more." he sighed. "You're perfect okay?"

Good thing you didn't cry. You did however, look down at your feet.

"If you don't believe you're beautiful, I'll just have to make you believe it." Jin grabbed your hand and led you to the bedroom, to your endless confusion.

You were sat on the edge of the bed, Jin standing in front of you. How in the world was he going to make you 'believe' anything.

"Seokjin what are you-"

"Shhh." Jin gently pushed you on your back. "You don't need to do anything but lay back, princess."

Hehe, the last time Jin called you Princess, he was about to...wait a minute.

"Jin?" you leaned up on your hands. You felt your pants being yanked down from your legs, panties following in pursuit. He seemed focused on something, like he was on a mission. Seokjin hooked his arms around your legs and pulled you closer, until you felt warm breath hovering over your lower half.

"J-jin?" you gulped loudly. A finger glided up your slit, causing you to gasp. "Jin-ah!" you cut your self off as he tickled you with the pads of his fingers.

Fucking hell you looked so...so shit, what could he say. Think Jin! Think!

Instead of opening his mouth to speak, Jin lowered his head again. He wasn't gonna say anything, at least not now.

Jin (quite noisily) sucked at yout clit, not showing any mercy as he lashed against you with his tongue. Jin held your thighs, diving deeper into you.

Fuzz and more fuzz clouded your thoughts. Moans, where they even moans?! It sounded like your voice would crack every ten seconds.

Heat rushed to you face, hearing him moan into you, feeling him push his tongue into your wetness. You felt him smirk and heard the low rumble of his laugh as you rested your leg on his shoulder.

"S-seok-kjin." you whimpered. "I- uh I."

"Cum for me beautiful." he growled, now inserting his long fingers into you.

Jin reveled in you squirming and trying to keep your voice low but failing. Your face formed into a glaring pout as Jin smiled cheekily at you, winking as he wiped your juices from his chin. "You're beautiful, you always have been. I'm gonna make you believe it every day if I have to."

...

"I never thought I'd see the day you actually take my advice." Jin walked up behind you. "Nice outfit." he winked. You felt a tap on your butt, making you poke Jin in the side.

You were going out to lunch with your friends. It was a girls day, which meant you really couldn't leave the house in ripped pajama bottoms, well, you could but you'd be going to a fancy lunch shopping, then dinner, gray pajamas with ducks on them weren't for this occasion. You weren't sure about your outfit, but it was something you always wanted to wear but were too afraid. When you asked Jin, his reply was "If you want to wear it, wear it with confidence."

"I'll be back later tonight." you assured as you slipped on your shoes.

"Mhm. Maybe I'll get to show you how perfect you are some more? Hm?" Jin wrapped his arm around you.

"Back off singer boy, I have to go." you laughed as his nose tickled your ear.

"Before you go..." Jin whipped out his phone and opened the front camera. "Smile."

Oh no, the dreaded camera. Your old enemy....'click'!

"And posted!" Jin declared. "Have fun honey."

You waved him goodbye. Jin secretly smirked at his phone which has gained over 1000 likes and was only increasing by the second.

"Woah, she's beautiful!"

"Omg, Jin needs to step up. Y/N looking like a goddess."

"OMG HER OUTFIT, I WANT IT!"

"Y/N's smile is so adorable!"

"JIN TELL US WHERE YOU FOUND Y/N, I NEED ONE!"

"Y/N and Jin are couples goals, haters can fuck off."

Seokjin smiled at the support he read. He also couldn't wait to rub it in your face when you got back.

[findingthewaytohoseoksheart]

Mirror, mirror

(Hyung line - Jin, Sugar, J-Hope, RM)

Orginal request and my modifications can be found here.

A Hyung line reaction to you not loving your body for the beauty that it is.

Fluff/Established Relationship

Jin

Turn around. Look at me.

You hesitated. Fingers tugging against clinging satin, bare feet shifting against soft carpet.

“I don't want to…”

You felt small. A scared child as he sat in his bejeweled throne, looking the way he did. All handsome features and a body sculptured from pure marble. You looked down at your own. The satin leaving little to the imagination. Every curve, crevice, fold and bump on display. Yes, you could admit it hugged the right places, made you look elegant, expensive. But as much as it hugged the right places it clung to the wrong places.

You turned under the unflattering lights of the expensive changing room. Pulling here and there, frowning as you avoided your own reflection in the full length mirror. You could see Jin behind you, sat there waiting, through the crack of red velvet curtains. He was craning his neck, holding back the urge to stand up and rip that curtain back. To see you in all your glory in the dress he had carefully chosen.

“Please, if you really don't like it we can go but...I just want to see you”

You sighed. Slowly turning as you pulled the curtain back, stepping out sheepishly, hands hovering over your stomach, wanting to curl away to nothing under his watchful gaze.

“Beautiful”

You felt a flush fill your cheeks. He leaned forward in his chair, eyes filled with stars as he took you all in. A soft smile filled his lips, long fingers creeping forward to pull your hands away, lacing soft digits together as he pulled you closer.

“You don't like it?”

You shook your head.

“No, no I love it. It's just…”

You paused, worrying your bottom lip between your teeth into a ruddy red. He tugged on your hands, prompting you.

“You don't like what you see when you wear it, right? You see your faults?”

You nodded.

“Sorry. It really is beautiful. Just...not on me”

He hummed. A noise of understanding. His hands slipped free of your own, resting against the bone of your hips.

“You know what I think? I think it wasn't beautiful until you put it on. Once you pulled it off that hanger and draped it across this amazing body of yours it became beautiful. I don't see what you see and that's OK. I think this dress is perfect but if you don't feel confident in it then we don't have to buy it. There's plenty of dresses out there. We can go find one that makes you see what I see. We can look all day if you like. I gave you my day, use it as you wish”

Your heartbeat against your ribcage. Eyes itchy and throat suddenly swollen and thick. You leaned down, taking his lips in yours in fear of your voice giving yourself away. You turned back, drawing the curtain and re-dressing in your street clothes. Hanging the dress back up and leaving it to be collected.

You returned to his side, taking his hand and pulling him to his feet.

“Let's get ice cream. The dress can wait”

He pressed a kiss to your cheek.

“Sounds perfect”

Suga

Hop in already.

You stared at the hot tub, steaming into chilled air. Yoongi sat there, hand outstretched, beckoning you into the warm waves. He was wearing a rash guard. You regretted not having that idea first. You pulled your robe tighter shut, patting bare feet against wet wood nervously.

“You don't even like water”

He nodded, wading forwards to the tubs edge.

“No...but you do”

You worried the plum of your bottom lip between pointed teeth.

“I do...but...not out in the open like this”

You were surrounded by mountains. Ice capped and pure white. Green waves of light mixing with the purple and orange of the sunset. Standing on the deck of your rented cabin. Homely. Beautiful. You looked back down at your covered body. Tight swimsuit concealed underneath. He stood up, a wet hand tugging at the ties of your robe, pulling you forwards.

“You're not out in the open. You're out the back of an isolated cabin, surrounded by hills and valleys with only me and the bears for company. So what's really the problem here?”

You squirmed. Looking down at his hands as they played with the tie holding you in. Hidden from his eyes...and the bears too you guess.

“I should have worn a rash guard…”

He looked up at you, confused for a moment before it clicked and his eyes widened. He nodded. Wet locks shaggy over his eyes, fingers tracing the lines of the knot that held those treasures hidden inside like a present. Waiting to be unwrapped.

“You can go put one on if it makes you feel better. But just know this...I know what's under here. And I understand why you feel the need to hide it. It's stunning. If the bears got even a glimpse of you they might drop dead from shock and imagine what that would do to the overpopulation of salmon-”

He shouted as you splashed a handful of water into his smiling face. Watching as he sputtered out a laugh, hands free of your robe as he rubbed the water out of his eyes and nose.

“That's unfair! I wasn't ready!”

He splashed you back, warm water soaking into fuzzy cotton, pulling a surprised shout from your throat. You glared at him as he broke out laughing.

“Now we're even…”

He stuck his tongue out. Childish. Playful. You looked back down at your robe. Your neck hurt from looking at it. You pulled it off, jumping out of the freezing cold and into the steaming hot water, arms already happily splashing him as he clicked the jets on, diving under the cover of bubbles to tickle your legs with determined fingers. He popped up, sputtering and coughing. You smiled and pressed a kiss to his lips, pushing him back against the jets as he groaned in relief. Sore muscle pulsed in submission as you floated in his lap, a flushed cheek pressed to his chest, listening to the thrum of his heartbeat. No longer worried about the bears looking in upon your private moment. Shrouded in steam and bubbles.

J-Hope

Just...dance with me.

You felt suffocated by mirrors. Shiny surfaces capturing every angle imaginable as you laid there on the floor, chest heaving in broken breaths, the sweat of your back becoming clammy against the ice cold wooden floors.

“This is a lot different than dancing with you in my underwear in the privacy of my living room”

He leaned over you. Hands resting on the knees of his crossed legs.

“The only difference I'm seeing is in your confidence. Why do you seem just fine dancing around in your underwear there but not dancing around with me fully clothed here?”

Your head turned towards the mirrors again, taking in your leggings and tshirt, bare feet stuck out straight and cheeks a ruddy red. You licked your lips, holding back a sigh as you took it all in. You looked back at him. Strong legs clad in loose shorts. Barley breaking a sweat in his shirt and coat. He smiled. You looked away.

“I can't see myself dancing around in my underwear. This place is basically a fun house attraction”

He looked around at the walls of mirrors, followed your eyes down the length of your body and back up before rolling to his feet and holding out his hand. You took it with a groan, pulling you upright as he dragged you over to the center of the room. Your body perfectly reflected around the large space. He stood behind you, hands trailing down your bare arms. Delicate fingertips leaving dancing trails across goose flesh, lifting your wrists, positioning you like a doll, elegant and soft.

“It's OK to not like what you see. But you have to look. You have to know if your arms are right…”

His hands moved down angling your hips just right.

“You hips…”

He hovered his lips over your pulse point, eyes locked with your own in the reflection before you. Your lips parted, cheeks flushed. Your eyes followed his hands as they moved down, squeezing your thighs. He slipped his sneakered foot between your bare heels, nudging your legs just right with the aid of his knee. Pressed tight to your back, holding you close against him.

“Your legs...that's what the mirrors are for. To make you see what you do right and what you do wrong. You don't have to like what you see. But I hope, after looking at your body long enough, analysing how it moves, how you can make it move, that you see something you like...something you love”

His hands trailed up, over your hips and up your stomach, fingers splayed across your ribs before finally meeting your fingers once more.

“So...dance with me? You can get into your underwear if it helps”

You watched yourself break out into laughter. Watched the smirk form on his lips as he gripped you tight, prevented your escape as you tried to pull away from him. Insecurities forgotten as he spun you around, picking you up and twirling you, easing you into a playful dance to the tune of joyful music.

RM

Come, sit on my lap.

You stood in front of him, hair still damp, pajamas clinging to warm skin. He patted the meat of this thighs with open palms.

“I just need to finish this edit and then we can go to bed. Climb on. I know you're tired”

You shifted on your feet. You wanted too. You really did. His lap was comfortable. His thighs a constant support, his chest a perfect pillow and his heartbeat a melodic lullaby. But then you remembered the image in the foggy mirror and you hesitated.

“It's OK...I'll just wait for you there”

You pressed a kiss to his forehead. Brushing his hair back softly as you turned to leave. He caught your wrist. Delicate bone encased in a circle of long fingers. He tugged you back. You avoided his eyes.

“You hate going to bed alone. Sit down. I'll be an hour tops. Just enough time for a nap”

You clenched your teeth. Eyes itchy and throat thick. You shuffled your weight from foot to foot, toes sinking into plush carpet. Watching them wriggle as he awaited his response.

“I better not...I'll crush you”

Lines creased his forehead. Lips pouting outwards and free hand hooking itself around your waist. He pulled you closer, you braced yourself on his shoulders before you came tumbling down on top of him.

“You haven't crushed me yet. Why would today be any different?”

You shrugged. Eyes avoiding his as your fingers played with the seams of his shirt. Tracing the thin bumps with soft fingertips. He slipped his hands under the silk of your shirt, resting cold palms against warm skin, making you shiver as he kneaded the soft flesh he found there. You squirmed. He held on tighter.

“I see...you know you're not a number right? You're a human. Just like me. Just like everyone else. I'm stronger than I look. It doesn't matter what you think of your own number, I can take it. I will up the gym sessions if I need to. But you will always be welcome to nap in my lap. No matter if your big, little, round, oval, purple or green. My thighs are you resting place until the end of time”

You felt a flush creep up your neck, painting the tips of your ears as he tugged again. You held yourself up on his shoulders. Elbows locked. He huffed.

“That was cheesy”

You tried to laugh it off. To play along in the hopes he would relent and release you from the caging of his arms. But he glared at you, fingers traveling upwards to tickle you, making you squeak and let your guard down long enough to tug hard and tumble you into the nest of his lap. You grumbled. He smiled.

“You loved it. Now sleep. I'll be done soon”

He ran long fingers through the damp tendrils of your hair, softly humming along to the harmony he was rearranging. Harmonising with himself as your eyes drooped shut, comfort in beat of his chest, the strength of his thighs.

[soap-brain]

Haha I'll give you a happy prompt ( there's never enough spirk in this world ) : Spock realizes his feelings for Jim and just completely FREAKS OUT ( in a "this isn't logical this human spends 99% of his time finding new ways of annoying me SURAK HELP ME" way ). So he starts avoiding Jim ( like, puts himself on beta shift, pratically runs everytime they're in the same room because my poor boy is traumatized) and oc, Jim is NOT happy about Spock's behavior. I guess this could be a "wtf" prompt XD

... but i finally finished it. god, i’ve been studying so much the past few days, and then i accidentally wrote You Always Meet Twice and ... yeah, i know.

anyways. finally!!

since @shamanship requested “TOS Spirk get together”, I filled both prompts in one.

Under the cut: EmotionsShip: TOS SpirkRating: GenWordcount: 1529

Pesky Human Emotions

The first thing Spock notices about his new superior officer is that he has a pleasant voice.

Over the years he notices many things - James Kirk has kind eyes, gentle hands, an intriguing sense of humor, he’s intelligent, witty, communicates well, has a variety of interests.

Spock gets hurt on an away mission - not badly, and he is fully capable of suppressing the pain until they are back on the Enterprise. Captain Kirk, however, is extremely worried and demands Spock to beam up straight away.

    “I didn’t want to see you in pain, Spock,” he says as an explanation, with a smile Spock has noted Kirk seems to frequently employ around him.

The first time Spock fails to complete an assignment on time he is, for lack of a better word, ashamed. Idly he wonders whether another Vulcan, a full-blooded one, would not have failed. He also wonders what Captain Kirk’s reaction will be. Certainly there will be a punishment of sorts; after all, Spock’s work is of high importance for the Enterprise.

    “God, Spock, are you okay?” is what Kirk says when he answers to Spock’s call. “Look, for all you say you didn’t catch that weird strain of the flu - I want you to report to medbay and have Dr McCoy check you over. Your work can wait. Your health is more important for the Enterprise - for me - than a report.”

Incidents like such repeat themselves. Kirk also frequently invites Spock to his quarters for dinner. He is a good conversationalist and it is pleasant to talk with him. He also shows himself interested in Vulcan culture, asking intelligent questions but not pressing.

They take up chess eventually and Spock finds himself looking forward to their regular matches. Kirk portrays an exemplarily positive attitude towards Spock, even going so far as to tease him on occasion, which Spock understands is a display of affection.

    “I trust you,” Kirk says one day during a very delicate away mission. Spock’s plan, which he had had to start without having explained it to the captain, ends up saving the entire team. It is something Spock could and should be proud of. Instead all he can think about is that Captain Kirk trusts him.

They are sitting chained in a dungeon of a lesser evolved race that caught them during a mission that was supposed to be simple observation. The cave-like structure is cold, even more so since they have had their uniform shirts taken away. Kirk fell asleep eventually, but Spock is too cold and too uncomfortable to do so. Instead, he analyzes their surroundings. After there is nothing more to see, he observes Kirk. It is certainly not news that the Human is physically attractive. He has a great many desirable features - a healthy, golden skin color, shining golden hair, kind brown eyes, broad shoulders, a well-muscled torso, strong hands … a pleasing face, too. He is also a man of good character. Spock can count himself lucky (if he did believe in luck) to serve under a man like him.

    “Call me Jim. We’re off-duty.” Jim. It sits easy on his tongue. Of course Spock would never call him that on duty.

Jim laughs easily, and Spock finds he enjoys finding ways of making him laugh.

They huddle for warmth on an icy planet, and Spock finds that Captain Kirk - Jim has a pleasant smell. He is also tactile, but Spock finds he does not mind being touched by him. He is getting rather attached to his captain, to an extent where he begins wondering what Jim is doing when he is not in the room with Spock.

He walks in on Jim just stepping out of the shower one afternoon. It is the first time this happened, even though they have shared a bathroom the entire time Spock is serving on the Enterprise. Jim laughs and tells him not to worry about it. Spock does not worry, he merely … cannot stop thinking about the Human naked.

In fact, he cannot stop thinking about Jim at all, missing a touch moments after Jim took it away, subconsciously standing closer to him, even initiating touches himself. He finds himself drawing chess games out far longer than necessary, often forfeiting winning.

Jim Kirk is prone to ripping his shirt. Spock wishes he were even more careless with his uniform. It is fascinating to watch him work out, as the workout clothes do sit quite well on him.

Spock begins delivering each report on its own, simply so he has an excuse to see Jim more often. It is becoming extremely distracting. Jim need only smile at him, and Spock is infinitely more happy for the rest of the day.

It has to stop.

Spock begins meditating each night as opposed to only once per week, attempting to control himself. The cracks in his façade are becoming unseemly and unprofessional. He almost smiles at Jim, actively attempts to touch his fingers because of the thoroughly enjoyable sensation it produces, even goes so far as to make up scenarios that would somehow involve either of them having to embrace the other.

But meditation seems to make it worse. While at first it rebuilds Spock’s cool exterior, his slightly changed behavior is making Jim pout, which is hardly something he can resist thinking about. It is - cute, for lack of a better word.

It is during one of his communications with his mother that some things begin to make sense.

    “You know, Spock, you’ve told me an awful lot about that Jim of yours. When am I going to meet him?”

    “‘Meet him’, mother?”

She looks almost affronted. Perhaps an Earth emotion Spock is not too familiar with. “Why, yes of course. I thought a mother had the right to meet her son-in-law.”

     “Mother, I am afraid you are misunderstanding. He is not - we are not - romantically involved.”

     “But you like him so much. Tell me, Spock, can’t you stop thinking about him? About his eyes, perhaps, his voice, his touch? Does your heart begin beating faster when he’s around? Do you want to stand closer to him, embrace him, perhaps? Do you wish to spend more and more time with him?”

Spock can only stare. “I have not … told you any of these things …”

    “And yet I know? Spock, what you are feeling isn’t friendship anymore … it’s love.”

Love. That is unacceptable. And since it only appeared after prolonged exposure to J- to Captain Kirk, it is only logical that it will fade over time if Spock lessens the exposure.

He requests being put on beta shift the next morning. Kirk looks like he is experiencing - an emotion, but he agrees.

Furthermore, there is no point in Spock turning in every report by hand. Submitting them virtually works just as well. And with his new interest in botany it is crucial that Spock spends a great amount of time in the laboratories. There is no time for chess.

Kirk accepts that. He does however come to the botany labs quite often to enquire about the status of Spock’s current project, and Spock does not always have the heart to turn him away. It makes him look … sad. Spock does not like it.

    “I know it’s only been a month since we last talked but - Spock, what’s wrong?”

    “Nothing, mother.”

    “Is that so? You look sad. Is everything okay?”

    “Affirmative.”

    “He turned you down, didn’t he? Oh, darling, I am so sorry.”

    “I beg your pardon, mother, but I do not understand.”

    “Well, you told him about your feelings, and he doesn’t reciprocate them, does he? Your captain.”

    “That must have been a misunderstanding. I do not hold any feelings other than loyalty towards Captain Kirk.”

    “Spock. Don’t lie to your mother. Please.”

    “Very well. Mother, you must understand that it is improper of me to desire anything other than friendship from my captain. Furthermore, I cannot allow myself the vulnerability of giving in to base instinct. Forgive me, but I am not human. And I have no desire to be.”

    “No, of course not. But - Spock, do yourself a favor. Do me a favor. Tell him. If he doesn’t feel the same way, he’ll without doubt let you down gently and you’ll have closure. But if he does feel the same, you’ll forever regret not taking the opportunity. It’s simple. Tell him your feelings towards him are more than platonic. He’ll understand.”

    “I - mother, I am unsure whether that is the correct way to go about things.”

    “He’s human. Of course it is. Now go. He’s just next door, isn’t he? Go over there and tell him. You were brave enough to be the first Vulcan in Starfleet, you can do this. It’s just a couple words. Trust him, Spock.”

Spock does.

Spock ends the call and stands up, leaving his quarters and requesting entrance at Jim’s.

    “Spock!” The Human’s eyes are soft and there’s a smile on his lips. “Come in! What can I do for you?”

Spock takes a deep breath.

i hope this was more or less what you were looking for :p

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