#mar's 1k celebration

[percervall]

Okay idk whether it is a theme but:

🖋️ dominik szoboslai - vanilla sex

Completely fine if it’s not and you don’t want to do it

it's a theme now 🤭 enjoy!

Sex with Dominik was never boring.

In fact, he helped you discover things about your body you had only read about in your smutty books up until now.

You loved it whenever he took control in the bedroom, tying your hands to the head board as he had his wicked way with you.

But sometimes you just need something more… gentle.

And so when for once he doesn’t need to leave the bed at an ungodly hour for training or travelling and you have a day off, the two of you don’t see the rush in getting up just yet.

It always surprises you just how affectionate Dominik is, especially the morning after.

He will just curl himself around your body, pulling you as close as humanly possible while whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

You float in that state between sleep and awake, shifting slightly to get even more comfortable, not realising your ass is grinding against him until you feel him groan.

Dominik digs his fingers into your hip, stilling your movements. 

“You gotta stop doing that, édesem. Thought you just wanted to snuggle?” 

Biting your lip, you roll over. Despite the teasing smirk on his lips, you can clearly see his adoration for you in his eyes and it never fails to make you feel a little giddy.

“Who says we can’t do both?” 

Before you know it, Dominik pulls your panties down your legs and rolls you onto his chest, trapping his already semi-hard cock between both your bodies.

You can’t help but sigh as he fills you, his mouth stealing the air from your lungs as he kisses you.

Dominik rocks his hips up, making both of you moan as he bottoms out. 

He allows you to set your own pace, fucking yourself with his cock while he wraps his arms around you and hugs you.

When you come, whimpering into his mouth, it is the most gentle orgasm you’ve ever experienced. 

[tudorgirl]

I reached 1 thousand followers a little bit ago, and that is insane to me!!! I want to thank every one of you, because this is incredible.

I wanted to do a celebration, so here it is

I have come up with a few things I think will be fun.  So, enjoy!

Rules

Must be following @tudorgirl

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I do art edits because I cannot do gif sets. You can search art edits by ronda on my blog to see my work.

Fandoms I will make art edits for

Roswell New Mexico, The 100, Teen Wolf, The Secret Circle, Shadowhunters, Smallville, Veronica Mars, One Tree Hill, Supernatural, Outer banks. (If it’s not on the list send me a private message and we will discuss it 😊)

Instructions

🌙 🖼 Give me a character, ship, episode from a fandom above and I will make you an art edit.

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[v6quewrlds]

❝ sky full of stars, j. burrow. ❞  ‎ ‎ ┉  

‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀summary: joe's a big space nerd. you're a big space nerd. it's a match made in space nerd heaven.

‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀author's note: literally laid awake last night thinking about this. decided to write it during my lecture. short and sweet but i love writing joe in love. suppressing the urge to cite my sources on this lol. ty to wikipedia's black holes article <3 also don't worry y'all will still get a game day fic on sunday 🙂‍↕️

‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀warnings: science talk, general cheesiness.

‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀pairing: joe burrow x nasa engineer!reader.

‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀word count: 1k.

Your eyes scanned the living room, your gaze lingering on the framed LSU jersey hanging on the wall. A soft chuckle escaped your lips as you thought of Joe's insistence on displaying his pride so prominently in his Cincinnati home. Despite his celebrity status, he remained as down-to-earth as the day the two of you met eight months ago, a quality you cherished deeply.

The gentle hum of the air conditioner filled the quiet room as the documentary's narrator droned on about black holes. Joe's breathing grew even and steady, his head comfortably nestled in your lap. You felt his hand twitch in his half-sleep, his thumb brushing against your thigh through the fabric of your shorts. You gently stroked his hair, a soft smile playing on your lips.

Your thoughts drifted to the upcoming mission you were helping to prepare at the Johnson Space Center. The excitement of possibly making more discoveries on your Mars probe was palpable, and you couldn't wait to get back to Houston. Yet, here you were, feeling more content than ever, with a man you never thought you’d end up with. The rhythmic beat of Joe's heart against your palm was a reminder of the love the two of you had found amidst your two dramatically different lives.

You leaned back, your hand still cradling Joe's head, and refocused on the documentary. The TV screen flickered with images of stars, galaxies, and cosmic phenomena that you knew so well from your work, yet seeing them here, in Joe's home, made them feel so much more profound.

“So, how do black holes, like, eat stars?” Joe’s sleepy voice interrupted the silence. His eyes remained closed, but his mind was clearly still processing the information he had been hearing.

“It’s not so much that they eat stars, but rather they have such intense gravitational pull that nothing can escape them, not even light,” You explained, your voice a soothing murmur. You felt Joe’s head shift slightly, his curiosity piqued.

“So, it’s like a cosmic vacuum cleaner?” He mumbled, a hint of a smile in his voice.

You laughed, the sound echoing lightly in the room. “In a way, yes. But a vacuum cleaner you definitely don’t want to get too close to. Once something enters a black hole, it’s gone forever.”

Joe’s eyes fluttered open, and he looked up at you, the corners of his mouth tugging into a smile. “How can something be that powerful?” His gaze was earnest, the curiosity in his eyes warming your heart.

“It’s all about the mass and gravity. When a star dies and collapses, it can become so dense that its gravity is just too much for anything to resist. Not even light can escape, which is why we call them black holes. They’re like the universe’s trapdoor.” Your voice was soft, your eyes shining with the same enthusiasm that had captured Joe’s attention when you’d first described your job to him.

Joe nodded, his eyes drifting back to the TV screen. His fingers twined with yours, and you felt a gentle squeeze. “And what happens when something does fall in?” His question was genuine, his curiosity a bridge between your worlds.

“Well, we think that anything that gets too close gets stretched out like spaghetti. But before that, it passes the point of no return, gravity gets so intense that it bends time and space itself. It’s like nothing we can truly imagine.” Your words painted a vivid picture in the quiet room, your voice a mix of wonder and knowledge.

“You’re like nothing I could truly imagine. You’re like my own black hole, pulling me in with your brilliance every day.” Joe’s words were a gentle whisper, his blue eyes opening to find yours, a warmth that didn’t quite match the cosmic chaos on the screen.

Your heart fluttered. “You’re not so bad yourself, Mr. Heisman.” You leaned down to kiss his forehead, your smile tender. The room felt smaller, the universe’s mysteries forgotten as the two of your shared a moment of quiet intimacy.

The documentary played on, but your attention had shifted. Joe’s hand found yours again, fingers interlocking. He pulled himself up, dirty blonde hair messy from rest, eyes squinting in the light. “You know I’m going to keep asking questions until I understand everything you do, right?”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way, Joey. You know I love talking about this stuff with you.” Your voice was filled with affection as you reached for the remote and paused the documentary. The room was bathed in the soft glow of the TV, the only light source in the otherwise darkened space.

Joe sat up, his hand still holding yours. He leaned in, your eyes locking for a brief moment before your lips met in a gentle kiss that grew in passion. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer as you shifted on the couch to face him. Your kisses grew deeper, a silent declaration of your love and appreciation for one another’s differences and shared moments of wonder.

As you pulled apart, Joe whispered, “You know, I still can’t believe you agreed to go out with me. A guy who throws a football for a living asking out a NASA engineer.” His self-deprecation made you laugh again, the sound music to his ears. “Still not sure why you’re with me.”

“Why not?” you said, your voice filled with warmth. “You’re smarter than you give yourself credit for, Joe. And you’re incredibly good at what you do. Maybe not launching rockets, but you have your own kind of rocket science going on out there on the field.”

Joe chuckled, the sound rumbling through his chest and into yours. “You always know what to say to boost my ego.”

“I’ll say whatever it takes to get me ahead of Ja’Marr in your heart,” you teased with a laugh, leaning forward to steal another kiss from his pink lips. The warmth of his breath tickled your skin, sending a shiver down your spine.

Joe’s arms tightened around you, his eyes lighting up with mischief. “I don’t know, he’s pretty good at catching my throws.”

“Well, I’m pretty good at catching your heart, so I think we’re even,” you quipped back, your eyes sparkling with love and amusement.

Joe’s chuckle grew louder, the sound rumbling through the room like thunder. He leaned back, pulling you with him until you were lying on top of him, your legs draped over his. “You definitely win that title, babe. No contest.”

Your smile never left your face as you looked down at him. His strong arms wrapped around your waist, holding you in place. You felt his heartbeat beneath you, a steady drum that matched the rhythm of your own. The air between the two of you was electric, the kind of charge that could spark a star into existence.

[pickingupmymercedes]

1K Jukebox

I don't even know where to start, but I'm so beyond mind blown that 1k of you chose to follow me and these stories.Honestly, thank you to each and every single one of you, from the bottom of my heart.

REQUESTS CLOSED

And to celebrate we’re creating our very own jukebox of blurbs and one shots.

Requested Songs

1:59 - Normani ft. Gunna

Me & U - Zeke Bleu

Agora Hills - Doja Cat

No chill - PND

Nothing without you - The Weeknd

Die with a smile - Bruno Mars & Lady Gaga

Ride it - Jay Sean

Partition - Beyoncé

Broke me first - Tate McRae

Rocket - Beyoncé

Through the night - Maeta

That girl - Olly Murs

Blessed - Daniel Caesar

Let me go - Lou Val

Bryson Tiller - Blame

Sexual love - Maeta

As you leave - Cannan Cox

Steal my girl - 1D

Grovel - April Jai

London boy - Taylor Swift

Do me - Kim Petras

Need to know - Doja Cat

34+35 - Ariana Grande

Pretty Please - Dua Lipa

Seven - Jungkook

Bed chem - Sabrina Carpenter

Kiss me - Cassie

Diamonds - Rihanna

Press me - Chris Brown

Wap - Cardi B ft. Megan Thee Stallion

Position - Ariana Grande

Always - Isak Danielson

Black Pearl - Exo

Haunted - Beyoncé

Neva Play - Megan Thee Stalion

Hands on you - Austin George

Back to december - Taylor Swift pt.1 pt.2

Next to you - Chris Brown & Justin Bieber

Nervous - John Legend

Sand - Dove Cameron

Red - Taylor Swift

Ausência - Marília Mendonça

Let it happen - Gracie Adams

Won't say I'm in love - Hercules Movie

Dynasty - MIIA

There you are - Zayn

Fallin' all in you - Shawn Mendes

You're in love - Taylor Swift

It Girl - Jason Derulo

Hold on 'til we're old - Jamie Miller

If you want to follow, all one shots will be under the ella1k hashtag

Rules:

Only Lewis requests

Please give me a general direction of genre and where you'd like things to go

I’ll write it as sfw and nsfw (please state if you don't want it nsfw)

I'll be accepting requests from the 29th of September through the 6th of October (a week)

They can range from 400 words to full 2k one shots (depends on what my mind comes up with)

I won’t write for a song twice (they’ll be listed down below and will be updated as they get requested)

The fics won't necessarily be posted in that order but they'll all be written (I'll try my best to get them all done asap)

Note: your idea might be incorporated into one of my on-going series.

Note 2: I'm updating the requested songs list every other day, so if you sent a request and in two/three days it hasn't been added tumblr probably ate your ask (do send it again, please)

[the-kr8tor]

Katy…. For the 1 year anniversary

Garlic cloves and 💧

Vampire hobie and some angst

Vampire hobie and a human where other vampires find out hes in love with a human (maybe they cause him to purposely goes mad, to where he will attack and be the cause for rs death. Possibly?)

Then when he snaps out of it, he realize what hes done. To the person he fell in love with (can totally see him trying to make R into a vampire while sobbing choking out apologies while trying to get them back) 😭

I dont know i thought youd like this possibly, you have full control over the ending or how anything goes or could go. Some of its just a small ideas to give your brain maybe to help give you ideas for how you want to go. But i know you love angst and you are amazing at it

First thing i requested for your Apothecary. Do whatever you want with this idea. Just knew itd give a lot of angst potential for our favorite punk

Hehehhehe vampire! Hobie angst 👀 thank you for requesting, bestie!!

Pairing: Vampire! Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Word count: 1k

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader (except her clothing), TW death, CW blood and gore, CW violence, vampire AU, Angst.

Katy's one year celebration 🎉

Blood coats his tongue like a thin film of gore and death. It sticks to his fangs, red dripping off his unhinged maw where his fellow immortals’ crimson flows out like your own blood spilling from the numerous bites marring your precious skin. Skin he used to hold and love, skin that is now littered with specks of rubies as if a constellation of stars has touched you in your dying breath.

He heaves in place, adrenaline coursing through his veins like the raging rapids. Sharp claws still red and dripping, rage filled eyes roaming around the violence he did not start but had to finish.

Hobie never thought that he'd be betrayed by his immortal kind that he has spent centuries with. Vampires they used to call friends, even family. He never thought that being called upon by a trusted friend would result in you lying in your own pool of blood in the same house he left you, in the same dress he last saw you in, in the same floors he danced on with you holding on to him as he glides you around the home he once built for you.

Home, it doesn't look like it now. The oak walls that you've painstakingly painted that resemble tree branches stretching across the abode like a warm embrace are now coated in every shade of red. Numerous portraits of your life with him now lay scattered by his feet, glass crunching under his footsteps like dry autumn leaves. The pretty candles that you always light on the same hour every night are nothing but wax melted upon the ashen skin of fellow vampires. His hands are coated in the same ashes, grey amidst dark red, dark red among his skin, skin that he thought he has washed away from a millennia of sin— skin that he thought was worthy of your sacred touch.

As he walks closer to your limp body, his eyes bore into the river of red left in your wake. His expression is akin to an empty, apocalyptic look— dangerous, yet, a tragedy lies underneath his wine red eyes. He's starting to hate his eyes now that you lay in a pool of the same colour. You used to tell him that his eyes were like the purest of crimson, similar to a stirling ruby no king or emperor could ever possess. With your words he vowed to keep you close to him until your skin has etched into his own, until his own ribs rip apart to embrace you and take you into his very being. Now that he gingerly holds you close to his chest, he should've done that to protect you better, now it's too late as you gasp, fending off death itself from taking your soul before you could say goodbye.

Your eyes no longer show the light he once admired, light akin to the sun that would burn and turn him into ash— but he could not stop looking at them, even if it could possibly be his demise, because it'll be worth it to feel the righteous sun kiss his skin once again.

“‘m sorry,” Hobie cried as his tears from his own blood dripped down across your cold cheeks. “I can still fix this.” With a shaky inhale, he feels mortal when your freezing hand taps his long dead heart. You don't speak nor blink at him. He wishes you could but with your life seeping out of you, it's impossible for you to do so. He feels it, how your life is being drained from the numerous bites along your body. He also wishes he doesn't feel you slip away. “Please, l–let me bring you back.”

With your last strength, you curl your lips to a soft, weak smile. Hand weakly gripping his shirt, mouth mouthing the words— “not your fault.”

Hobie chokes on a sob, shaking his head, he cannot, will not let you go. You're the only person who truly knows him, the only person who has seen the real him that he hasn't shown to anyone since he was turned. He loves you, and he'll continue to love you until his dying breath, whenever that may be. Ten years from now, twenty, a hundred— he'd love you until he steps out of the shadows and back into the light of the sun that reminds him of your eyes.

He feels your heart slow down, the blood rushing out of your veins are like drums in his ears. Opening his jaw, fangs in full show, you let out your very last mortal breath.

But he's too late, you have no blood left, drained until the last drop. No spark of life left to be brought back to earth with. Without a flicker of light, there's no embers to set fire to. Yet, he still tries in despair. Teeth sinking into you, a hungry bear to a corpse of a rabbit, he bites and sips into nothingness. Not even a glimmer, a hope lighting a fire in you brought by the kiss of death— nothing, absolutely nothing can bring you back to life. He cries, sobs wracking his body, a hurricane of emotions flooding through him that he has never felt in his immortal life until now.

Calling your name, he cradles your cold body, hand behind your head, lips upon your neck. He doesn't bite this time, he knows better. But if it does work, will you hate him for it?

The door creaks open, a familiar face he just saw a few hours ago enters the sheer violence Hobie left in his vengeance. His face contorts into sorrow but it quickly turns contorts to disappointment.

“You should've listened.” He utters, mouth dripping with venomous words. “Was she worth it? Breaking our law?”

Hobie slowly glances at the man without leaving your side. His once pure ruby eyes have turned into a flurry of bright red fury. “She was.” His claws dig into your lifeless body, lips shaking from sheer anger.

“I still cannot understand you.” He scoffs, “and you even tried to turn her. You're a fucking disgrace.”

Hobie slowly brings you back down, carefully laying you and closing your lifeless eyes. He looks at the man, someone he used to call a friend, someone he once trusted. Vampire blood and ash coats his very being, staining his soul, but they don't compare to your blood on his hands.

“Then I'll make you understand.” With a pounce, Hobie will drench his hands in more ichor until it's enough for him.

[fyodior]

june 19th

✦ pairing: dazai x gn!reader

✦ notes: my 4th installment of blurbs for my boy's birthdays (bbb). i love him so much it hurts. let's all pretend this isn't 2 days late <3

✦ warnings: surprisingly sfw, talks of death/suicide (it's dazai), minor angst but painfully sweet at the end

✦ wc: 1k

Birthdays were hard for Dazai. The congratulations, the gifts, the cake, the smiles, only reminded him of one thing – he survived another year. A concept that was still difficult for him to grasp. It was admittedly getting easier, slowly finding things worth living for, but still hard. When he spent so much of his life, so many of his formative years, hoping for nothing but death, it’s hard for that not to be in the back of his mind.

When birthdays felt like a failure. When the number ticking up made Dazai feel like a coward. A further reminder that he hadn’t built up the guts, that he was still naïve enough to think there was something worth living for, and he just hadn’t found it yet. A spineless fool who could never practice what he preached.

The only thing that made him crack a smile when he was strongarmed into blowing out the candles of the cake that Elise demanded, was how antithetical it was to wish for death at a celebration of his birth. A paradox of his own creation.

Dazai could never really understand why anyone wanted to celebrate his birth. He couldn’t think of a single person who, for a reason outside of personal gain, would be sad if he died. Sure, Mori and much of the Port Mafia would mourn the loss of one of their most cunning executives, Odasaku would miss having a drinking buddy, and Chuuya would miss having someone to antagonize, but no one would miss him. No one would miss Osamu Dazai as an individual and a soul, for all that he is and is not.

So why was it worth celebrating his life – the opposite of his death?

You were the first person Dazai ever met who actually cherished him for who he was, and not what he could provide. His life meant something, meant everything to you, and was more than worthy of celebration.

The first to look him in the eyes and tell him you would be sad if he died.

“You are so much more than a Port Mafia executive, or a Detective Agency detective – you’re so much more than No Longer Human, and even more than my partner,” you whispered to him one night. “You, are Osamu Dazai. A soul unlike any other, and a soul just as worthy of existing and being loved.”

Of course, he never really quite believed you – and you didn’t much expect him to, either. Not with how this life had treated him. He spent his whole life being told his worth extended only as far as what he could do, never who he could be.

Even when you spent hours gently unwrapping every single bandage that adorned his fragile skin, and kissed every single scar that marred his body, Dazai still didn’t quite comprehend. Not even when you helped him wrap fresh ones, each sealed with a kiss, assuring him that he didn’t have to hide but you would always support his comfort. But that was okay. You didn’t love just to receive love. You loved because he was worth it.

So when his birthday came around, the first of which the two of you would be spending together, you were very intentional with plans. You wanted to make him feel loved and cherished and worthy, but not push him past his limit – or make it feel artificial. It couldn’t feel like it was just going through the motions and playing out the stereotypes of a birthday. It needed to be suited to Dazai, so that he could see that it was on purpose.  

Just a typical weekday, you turned off his alarm and woke him with a gentle kiss, whispering a sweet “happy birthday, my love” against his lips. Not even Dazai could fight the way his lips curled into a smile. You washed his hair in the shower and rewrapped his bandages for him, and he even let you apply a few swipes of mascara on his fluttery eyelashes, telling him it was so he could look extra pretty for his special day.

Sending him off to work with a perfectly crafted latte and a flurry of I love you’s, you sat down on the balcony with a paper and pen to write his birthday letter – his only gift, aside from the exorbitantly priced bottle of sake you bought to pair with dinner.

Dear Osamu, it began.

I am a lovesick fool. Your heart has corrupted me in the most irreversible way possible, and your soul has eternally entangled itself with mine. You blind me with your kindness, your passion, and your devotion. I have more love for you than there are stars in the sky, and you are worthy of every atom.

It is only when the ink of your pen starts to run dry that, three pages later, you decide to conclude the letter.

Happy birthday, my one true love. You matter. The letters were lacking in opacity but enriched with love.

And when Dazai finally arrived home, telling stories that likely were not supposed to grace the ears of non-Agency employees, you surprised him with a simple, yet very deliberate dinner. Crab and sake – just what he liked. The laughs got louder as glasses were poured, and tears collected at the corners of his eyes as he read through your letter. You matter, he mouthed silently as he read the line.

And for the first time in his entire life, an inkling of a sliver of a thought entered his mind, that maybe, just maybe, you were right.

[leona-hawthorne]

hii, how are you!!

can i please have latte art with enzo?

my hogwarts house is slytherin and my fav class is astronomy!

tyy🩷

hi, i'm doing alright bb, hope you're doing well too ❤️‍🩹 first enzo request yay!! hope you like it 💌🤍

1k celebration navigation latte art

ミ★ STARS OR PLANETS?... lorenzo berkshire

You squinted up at the sky, barely catching the faint glimmer of stars breaking through the thin wisps of cloud. It was chilly tonight—a late autumn chill that bit through your robes and made your breath fog in the darkness. You rubbed your hands together, huffing a little as Professor Sinistra pointed out yet another constellation. With her final instructions for the project given, she waved a hand, letting everyone split off into pairs. As most of your classmates drifted toward their usual partners, you found yourself scanning the familiar green-trimmed robes for a potential companion.

You glanced over just as Lorenzo Berkshire rolled his eyes at the girl who’d approached him, muttering something as he dismissed her with a little wave. She made a face and stalked off, muttering about “his arrogance,” but Lorenzo’s gaze had already wandered over the remaining students. He looked up, his brown eyes meeting yours, and you tried to play off the way he’d caught you staring, giving him a polite nod.

“Guess we’re stuck together,” he said, crossing over to you with a casual confidence. “What’s your name again?”

You introduced yourself, noticing the faint flicker of recognition in his expression. “Right,” he said, drawing out the word as he tucked his hands into his pockets. “I think I’ve heard that once or twice.”

“Nice of you to pretend,” you replied lightly, eyeing him with a smile.

He chuckled, brushing it off. “Right, well—guess I’ll just have to call you ‘Astronomy Partner’ for now. Works, yeah?”

You rolled your eyes but went along with it. “Sure, ‘Astronomy Partner.’”

He gestured up at the sky with a confident sweep of his arm. “You know anything about star mapping, or am I teaching you?”

“Teaching me?” You raised an eyebrow, caught between amusement and annoyance at his audacity. “I think I’ve got this covered, thanks.” 

He rolled his eyes in exaggerated disappointment. “Shame. I usually help with these things, especially for a fellow Slytherin classmate.” He leaned in a little closer, glancing at your chart. “Though, that star there—” He tapped the parchment before pointing up at the sky, as if pinpointing the exact spot, “—is supposed to be a part of the constellation most associated with Slytherin.”

You looked down, hiding your smirk. “That’s actually a planet. Mars, to be precise.”

His brows furrowed, and he shot you an indignant look. “Mars? I knew that,” he said, though it sounded like he’d only just learned it. “I was testing you.”

“Right. A test,” you replied, trying to hold in a laugh. 

Unfazed, he shrugged. “Consider yourself lucky. Astronomy isn’t exactly everyone’s best subject. So why aren’t you working with someone?”

“Maybe I prefer peace and quiet,” you said, holding his gaze. “A bit challenging to find with you around, I imagine.”

“Harsh,” he said, his mouth curving into a grin. “So, no partner. What about a tutor?”

“I don’t think I need one,” you replied, tilting your head up to meet his gaze.

He scoffed, but there was something amused about it, and you noticed a slight flush on his cheeks that you could chalk up to the cold… or maybe not. “Alright, Miss Astronomy Expert, show me what else you know.”

You pointed out another constellation, describing the stars with an enthusiasm that felt almost contagious. Lorenzo leaned closer as you spoke, nodding along and occasionally throwing in his own dry commentary. The night stretched on, and with it, the warmth of easy conversation and soft laughter.

His gaze flickered to yours, lingering a little too long before he cleared his throat. “So… you actually like this stuff, don’t you?”

“It’s my favorite class,” you admitted. “There’s something about the stars, I don’t know… they make everything else seem a little smaller, I guess.”

He glanced back up, nodding a little. “Yeah… I guess you’re right.”

It was a rare quiet moment from him, but before you could linger in it, his smirk returned. “Well, not everything, obviously. I’m still the center of the universe.”

You couldn’t help but let out an amused snort. “Right.”

He shot you a grin, clearly pleased with himself. You found yourself fighting back a smile as he adjusted the telescope. The longer he fiddled with it, though, the more his confidence seemed to waver, until he turned back to you with a slightly sheepish look.

“You know how to adjust this thing?” he asked.

“Only if you’re willing to admit defeat,” you replied, stepping forward and taking the telescope into your hands. As you focused on the stars, you felt his gaze lingering on you.

“You’re quite confident for someone who prefers quiet,” he said, watching you with an amused expression.

“Well, you are quite annoying, Berkshire,” you shot back without thinking, and his grin widened, clearly pleased.

After a moment of silence, he spoke up again, his voice softer. “I guess I should’ve already known your name before tonight, huh?”

You let out a small laugh. “I thought you’d at least know the names of your classmates by now.”

“Think you’ll need help with your star chart tomorrow?” he asked, his grin returning. “I’m sure I could find you.”

“Maybe I’ll let you,” you replied, surprising yourself. “Though, I don’t think your ‘help’ would be necessary.”

Lorenzo laughed, the sound echoing softly into the night. “Well then, consider it a date.”

[hwanghyunjinenthusiast]

✨️1K Followers Celebration Day 5: BTS bias wrecker - Jungkook✨️

To the victor

AN: Jungkook might just be my strongest bias wrecker, so this one hurts more than the others. This was supposed to be posted a while ago, but life was lifing. Either way, I hope you enjoy my suffering. (Also, I know next to nothing about boxing and boxing related injuries so, just walk with me here lmao.)

Synopsis: Jungkook lives to box. The ring is practically his home. However, watching him become all bruised and bloodied isn't exactly easy for his girlfriend, no matter how much he wins.

Heads up: Jeon Jungkook x Fem! Reader, established relationship, Non-Idol AU, Boxer! Jungkook, boxing (duh), mentions of bodily harm, mentions of blood, hurt and comfort elements, pretty fluffy overall tbh, dry humping, hair pulling, nipple play (f. receiving), facesitting, unprotected piv sex and creampie.

Word count: 2867

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You wouldn't be surprised to find blood on your hands from how deeply your nails are sinking into your skin at the moment. Your heart hammering against your chest as you watch Jungkook dodge another punch from Mingyu like it was nothing.

Kim Mingyu is no small man. From the bruises that are already beginning to form across your boyfriend's torso, you know his hits carry a great deal of weight behind them. Still, Jungkook has that gleam in his eyes. He's going to win. No matter what, he is going to walk out of this ring as the winner.

An opportunity presents itself when Mingyu leaves himself wide open and, Jungkook wastes no time landing a painful looking blow to the larger man's ribcage. You even can't help but, cringe just watching the impact. Mingyu falters and that's when Jungkook unleashes a barrage of hits so quick that neither his opponent nor the audience could keep up with. While Mingyu has raw strength, Jungkook is faster and his hits, while not carrying the same impact as the other man's, are nothing to scoff at.

Sometimes, in the quietest corners of your mind, it scares you to see the person he becomes in the ring. He's unyielding and brutal. Not stopping until his opponents are bloodied heaps on the floor of the ring. Sometimes you struggle to reconcile the man in the ring with the man who still gets too shy to tell you he loves you at times.

Relief. A feeling that's fast become your confidant over the past three years courses through you when Mingyu finally falls and the bell rings out. The cheers of the crowd are deafening but, all you can focus on is him. Jungkook turns to you, blood smeared on his jaw and sends you the brightest smile. "I won," he mouths only for you to see.

This is probably the second worst part. Watching the medic patch him up. When all of the adrenaline is gone and, you can only watch helplessly as the aches and pains and throbs settle themselves deeply into his very bones.

"You're very lucky, Mr Jeon. Fortunately you only have two cracked ribs and some tissue damage," the medic says, finishing the tightening of the gauze around his torso. He winces but, otherwise seems to be taking this all well.

"Thank you, Siyeon," he says sincerely, as you two watch her pack up her equipment.

"No worries. Just be careful, your ribs can only take so much more damage,"

"Yeah, I know," he sighs, running his hand through his hair.

The silence is poignant when you two are left alone. A frown marring your face as you take in the nasty bruises across his torso, even with Siyeon's expertise. The bruise on his face and his raw knuckles not helping to ease your concerns either.

"You're upset," he mutters, tired brown eyes meeting your own.

"I'm not upset. I'm just...I'm just worried," you respond, leaning against his locker.

"Is there much of a difference?" He smiles but, there's no joy or humour behind it. You hate taking away any of his happiness from a win. It's not fair. Especially when he's the one who got his shit rocked.

"I'm sorry. It's really hard watching you in there sometimes but, I'll be fine. You deserve to celebrate tonight,"

"Come here,"

You blink at him but, he watches you patiently. You're not sure what he's thinking but, regardless, you make your way over to him. Completely caught off guard when he pulls you into his lap.

"Hey, a warning would've been nice!"

"You need a warning to be on my lap?"

If he wasn't injured you'd punch him.

You soften when he laughs. Full and happy and, a much better expression than the sullen one from moments ago.

"Thank you for worrying about me," he says once he calms, the intensity of his gaze warming your face considerably.

"You don't need to thank me for that,"

"No, I do. I think with all the wins it's easy to forget sometimes how much all of this makes you feel. I know you know that boxing is my life but, that doesn't mean your feelings don't matter to me. I know it would twist my heart all the time seeing you in my position,"

For a man who's usually not the best with his words, he sure does know when to make you feel overwhelmed when he wants to.

"It's just hard sometimes, Kookie. I think today was just a really, really hard day but, you did such a great job. I'm so proud of you," you breathe, cupping his jaw and pressing a delicate kiss to his forehead.

"I think hearing you say that means more to me than any sized cheque or trophy ever could," he responds while his fingers draw patterns you can't decipher along your hips.

"Are you just trying to make me cry tonight?" You ask with a joking scowl on your face, the weight on your chest so much lighter now.

His dimples make an appearance from how hard he grins at you, "Maybe."

Getting home after a fight is always a mission and a half. Usually, Jungkook isn't too badly injured but, the two of you have to be careful and sometimes you need to help him manoeuvre his way around.

"I'm fine," he says as you two make your way to your front door.

"Yeah, that's why you're hunching over right now. Totally fine," you mutter, fumbling with your keys momentarily before finally stepping into your apartment. Jungkook limping after you.

"Okay, I'm mostly fine," he responds, heading to your bedroom.

You try your absolute hardest not to roll your eyes, "Do you need anything or do you want to head straight to bed?"

"Nah, I'm good. I cleaned up after the fight and Siyeon said she patched me up for the night so, I should be fine," he yells.

Honestly, you don't blame him. You're pretty exhausted too and you weren't even the one in the ring.

After making sure your door was locked, all your windows were securely shut and all of the lights were turned off, you join him. Air stills in your lungs as you take in the sight of him in nothing but, his boxers. Worry and anxiety had been clouding your mind earlier but, to say Jungkook is hot would be the understatement of the decade. Even with all his current injuries and scars from past fights sprinkled across his body, he's a sight to behold.

"I thought you'd be asleep," you say in a desperate attempt to distract yourself from the lecherous thoughts taking hold of your mind.

"I think I have too much left over energy," he sighs, large hands dragging along his muscular thighs. Focus. You need to focus. He's injured. Now isn't the time.

"Oh, do you have thoughts of how to get rid of it maybe?"

Anticipation and white hot desire coil in your gut when his gaze turns heavy and mischievous, "I can think of a few ways."

"Jungkook," you chastise, ignoring the dull ache building at the juncture of your thighs, "You're hurt. We can't."

"We can just be extra careful. Besides, don't you want to celebrate my win tonight with me?"

This man.

You'd be a bold faced liar if you said you didn't want him right now. Maybe that's what prompts you into succumbing to your baser instincts without much more of an argument. You pointedly ignore the smug grin that's spread across his face when you settle yourself in his lap.

"You're so annoying," is all the warning you give him before your mouth is on his. The kiss is frenzied and desperate from the offset. Hands running along each other's bodies needily, his settling on your hips and dragging you along his hardening cock while your own tug and fist at his hair.

He does have a way of bringing out the most desperate parts of you.

"We still have to be careful," you mutter, shivers running down your spine from the hot, open-mouthed kisses he pressed along your jaw and throat. His large hands snaking their way down to grab generous hanfuls of your ass.

"You worry too much," he pulls back enough to respond, smiling against your skin when you squirm in his hold as he lightly nips at your sensitive skin.

"You don't worry enough," you're impressed by your ability to quip back fast enough considering how quickly muddled your mind is becoming. Moaning when he finds your clit through your respective clothing, your panties sticking to you.

"Maybe you're right," he responds with glint to his usually soft eyes, tugging your shirt off of you so quickly that you barely have time to process what happened.

"But, life's too short," he finishes, glazed eyes intensely taking in the vision you make in just your bra.

His skillful fingers waste little time. Getting you out of your bra in what you're sure is record time and enveloping one of your hardened nipples in his warm, wet mouth. You're not sure who moans louder. Your nails biting into his biceps as he all but, crushes you to him. Losing himself in your tits while the two of you grind against each other to find any relief you can.

"Jung-Kookie ah," you cry out from a particularly hard suck. Goosebumps rising on your skin when he playfully runs his teeth along your nipple. His eyes meeting yours through his messy bangs while he continues to suckle on you to his satisfaction.

"I want you to sit on my face," are the first words out of his mouth when he unlatches himself with an obsence pop.

"I forget how demanding you can be on nights when you win," you laugh breathlessly, cupping his jaw in your hands and kissing him more gently than before. The two of you savouring each other and letting unadulterated affection be your guide.

Jungkook is about to whine when you pull away and get off of his lap, but his words quickly die on his tongue as he watches you wiggle out of your shorts and panties. His cock throbbing harshly in the confines of his boxers while he drinks your nudity in.

"Well? What're you waiting for?" You ask with a quirk of your eyebrow. Biting back a smirk at the mystified look on his pretty face.

"Oh, right. Sorry," he says, shifting upwards and laying on his back. Restless hands clenching and unclenching at his sides.

It feels nice to leave him a little flustered and desperate for once.

Jungkook's eyes are laser focused between your thighs when you shift to straddle his face, understandably so. You're beyond wet for him, and based on the way his lips part and his impatient hands grip your thighs and drag you onto his face, he's more than ready for this too.

The first lap of his expert tongue at your clit forces a moan louder than you anticipated out of you. Your shaky hands clutching your headboard for some semblance of stability as Jungkook licks and sucks and kisses with increasing frequency and intensity. The vibrations from his quiet moans and chest deep groans only serving to add to the toe-curling pleasure, rendering your body slack above him.

His hands move you on his tongue. Helping you ride his handsome face and, his tongue lapping out as much of your wetness as he can in his current position while his nose stimulates your sensitive clit. All you can do is mindlessly grind against his face and take everything he's willing to give you. Your orgasm building and the knot in your core growing increasingly tight with every flick of his tongue and nudge of his nose.

It's all over for you when he forces you against his tongue, hard. His fingers harshly gripping your plush thighs as he sucks and licks at your clit. All muddled mix of his name and moans and pleas fall from your lips while you ride out your release. Jungkook doesn't relent in the slightest. Continuing to tongue at you through it all, even when one of your hands drifts downwards to entangle itself in his luscious hair.

"Kookie, too-too much," you whine, using what minimal energy you have left to move off of his face. Shaky thighs supporting you as you hover above him.

Even though you quite literally just came, a flushed Jungkook covered in your release certainly could get you there once more if you pushed hard enough. He blinks up at you as if to escape some sort of trance he was in. Tongue poking out to lick up whatever traces of you he can.

"I wasn't done," he complains, his eyes on full bunny mode and his bottom lip jutting out in a pout. Light reflecting off of his piercing.

You roll your eyes, moving off of him altogether, "Well, I was. It was getting to be too much."

If you'd let him, Jungkook would happily spend the entire night with you over him. Forcing orgasm after orgasm out of you until you're close to blacking out. However, you think you're both too tired for all of that tonight. Even if he'd disagree.

Before he can complain further, you lean down to kiss him. Smiling into him when he gasps as your hand leisurely runs down his muscular chest. Palming him over his boxers, your walls throbbing, and the painful feeling of emptiness beginning to settle in. Maybe you can muster a little more energy.

Jungkook watches you in a daze. Realisation settling in when you hurriedly pull down his boxers and, his flushed cock slaps against his toned abdomen.

"Still complaining?" You tease, looking down at him. Taking him in your hand and reveling in the visible quiver you see run along his body.

"No," he groans, "Please,"

Fuck. He's so fucking unfair. How could you ever say no to him when he sounds like that?

Your lashes flutter, and you grit your teeth when you begin to sink down onto him. The stretch is borderline overwhelming but, so deliriously good that you soldier through. Your hands resting on him for purchase while you gain your bearings.

Jungkook, for his part, seems to be struggling just as much as you if his hold on your hips is any indication. Quiet moans reaching your ears when you he's fully sheathed inside of you. God, he always fills you so deliciously. Nestled so deeply inside of you that it makes your head fuzzy.

"Kookie," you chastise with little bite behind your words when he fucks up into you.

"Sorry, can't help it," he groans, his cock pulsing inside of you as the two of you remain unmoving.

"Always so impatient," you tease, slowly rising off of him before sinking back down. Your eyes rolling into the back of your skull from the earthshattering pleasure that courses through you.

Fortunately, it doesn't take you long to find your rhythm from there. The sounds of skin slapping against skin and your combined sounds of pleasure ringing out throughout your bedroom.

He always looks so beautiful underneath you like this. His inky locks sticking to his sweaty forehead, a faint blush colouring his cheeks with his lips parted. His glassy eyes taking in every part of you can.

"I love you," you mutter, leaning down to kiss him. It's messy and all spit and tongue, but you couldn't care less. Your rhythm growing increasingly sloppy as your second orgasm creeps up on you. One of your hands reaching between your overheated bodies in search of your clit.

"I love you too," he moans, his hands helping you along. A breathy 'fuck' falling from his bruised lips when your slick walls tighten around him. Practically begging for him to cum inside of you.

Jungkook forces you onto his cock when his orgasm slams into him. Your name and a symphony of groans all he seems to be capable of. You wouldn't be surprised if there were bruises on your hips in the morning.

Between the sensation of his thick, warm cum flooding your pussy, your fingers drawing frenzied patterns on your clit and watching his face contort in pleasure, it's no wonder your own release is triggered.

It takes everything in you not to just collapse onto him. Your muddied brain somehow still aware of all of his injuries. You both shudder as you gradually move off of him. Your combined releases leaking down your thighs and, likely smearing your sheets but, you're too tired to think about cleaning up right now.

"Come here," he mutters sleepily, making grabby hands at you.

If only everyone could see their champion now, you muse. Nuzzling into his side and wrapping your arm around his waist lightly. Trying your hardest not to aggravate any of his injuries any further.

He melts into you. Not taking long to slip into slumber, the slow rise and fall of his chest a welcome sight. It has been a long day, after all, and even the greatest need their rest.

[lil-shiro]

LIL-SHIRO'S 1K CELEBRATION — ✨ for @abovecalamity

For my fellow animal crossing enjoyer, Mar: George x ACNH

[roosterforme]

roosterforme's fic challenge #love is in the air tgm

Let's celebrate Valentine's Day the Top Gun way! Choose a love song, any love song that you want, and write a fic about one or more of our favorite Top Gun characters!

Rules:

Please use the #love is in the air tgm hashtag!!!

Once you have your song selected (first come, first served, no duplicates), please send me an ask letting me know which song and character(s) you want to write about. If your song is not listed below, just let me know what you want with your ask and I’ll add it (within reason, of course). If your song has been claimed already, I'll let you know so you can choose another one

You can use the song in the fic however you would like. Use it as the title, use some lyrics, have the song playing in the background, anything you want!

Minimum word count: 1k

There is no real time limit, but please try to post around Valentine's Day, or during the month of February.

Please make sure you tag me (or send me a message) when you post your story so I don’t miss it. I can’t wait to read and reblog!

Please reblog and share this with anyone who may want to participate

If you’re under 18, do not submit or read smut

Songs are listed after the cut:

If you don't see a song you like, send me an ask and I will add it for you!

Current Playlist:

1 @familyvideostevie Let's Get It On by Marvin Gaye (Bradley)

2 @semperhuggs Perfect by Ed Sheeran (Jake)

3 @bradshawsbitch You're My Best Friend by Queen (Bob)

4 @gretagerwigsmuse Everlasting Love by Love Affair (Bradley)

5 @bradshawsbaby My Girl by The Temptations (Hannix)

6 @wkndwlff Slow Dancing by Aly & AJ (Jake)

7 @beyondthesefourwalls Wildflowers & Wine by Marcus King (Bradley)

8 @roosterforme Hello, I Love You by The Doors (Bradley)

9 @hangmanbrainrot At Last by Etta James (Jake)

10 @cherrycola27 Desire by U2 (Bradley)

11 @theharddeck Yours by Russell Dickerson (Jake)

12 @bradshawsbaby Can't Take My Eyes Off You by Frankie Valli (Bradley)

13 @wildbornsiren Can't Help Falling In Love by Elvis (Bob)

14 @thedroneranger Talk You Out of It by Florida Georgia Line (Jake)

15 @whisperofsong Late Night Talking by Harry Styles (Jake)

16 @mothdruid Just the Way You Are by Bruno Mars (Javy)

17 @sometimesanalice Like I Can by Sam Smith (Bradley)

18 @little-wiseone Love Me Like You Do by Ellie Goulding (Jake)

19 @bolaurel You Can't Hurry Love by The Supremes (Bradley)

20 @high-bi-imgonnacry Next Thing You Know by Jordan Davis (Jake)

21 @thedroneranger Kind of Love We Make by Luke Combs (Bradley)

22 @cherrycola27 Burning Up by the Jonas Brothers (Jake)

23 @laracrofted Delicate by Taylor Swift (Bob)

24 @beyondthesefourwalls The Good I’ll Do by Zach Bryan (Jake)

25 @cherrycola27 Until I Found You by Stephen Sanchez (Bradley)

26 @blackwidownat2814 All of Me by John Legend (Jake)

27 @godsfavoritebabe Endless Love by Luther Vandross (Bradley)

28 @cassiemitchell Friends Don’t by Maddie and Tae (Jake)

29 @sylviebell Everything Has Changed by Taylor Swift (Rooster x Phoenix)

30 @madsnowstorm Beyond by Leon Bridges ft Luke Combs (Jake)

31 @jynxmirage If I Ain't Got You by Alicia Keys (Bradley)

32 @bussyslayer333 Lovefool by The Cardigans (Bob)

33 @desert-fern La Dah Dee by Cody Simpson (Jake)

34 @cassiemitchell Worldwide by Big Time Rush (Bradley)

35 @jynxmirage Tennessee Whiskey by Chris Stapleton (Jake)

36 @desert-fern Dandelions by Ruth B (Natasha)

37 @avaleineandafryingpan Like My Father by Jax (Bob)

38 @roosters-girl Just What I Needed by The Cars (Bradley)

39 @hangmanstigerlily Can't Fight This Feeling by REO Speedwagon (Jake)

40 @call-sign-shark Addicted to Love by Robert Palmer (Mav)

41 @myfaveficrecs I'll Make Love to You by Boyz II Men (Bradley)

42 @roosterforme The Kind of Girl I Could Love by The Monkees (Bob)

43 @rae-gar-targaryen This Old Heart of Mine by the Isley Brothers (Mickey)

44 @shrimping-for-all Letters by Why Don’t We (Bradley)

45 @bradshawsbitch Secret Love Song by Little Mix (Natasha)

46 @floyd-luvr About You by The 1975 (Bob)

47 @floyd-luvr Ain't No Mountain High Enough by Marvin Gaye and Tammi Terrell (Bradley)

48 @semperhuggs Need You Tonight by INXS (IceMav)

49 @nocapesdahling You Send Me by Sam Cooke (Jake)

50 @nocapesdahling By Your Side by Sade (Bradley)

51 @ssprayberrythings Black and White by Niall Horan (Jake)

52 @daughterofautumn All You Need Is Love by The Beatles (Mickey)

53 @daughterofautumn Lay All Your Love On Me by ABBA (Bob)

54 @callsignseagull I love you by JP Saxe (Jake)

55 @gennyanydots Untouched by The Veronicas (Bradley)

56 @gennyanydots Here In Your Arms by Hellogoodbye (Bob)

57 @thebirdandthebee Congratulations by Mac Miller (Bradley)

58 @endofdays56 Right Here Waiting by Richard Marx (Bob)

59 @notroosterbradshaw These Arms of Mine by Otis Redding (Bradley)

60 @avengers-fixation I Don't Wanna Set the World On Fire by VoicePlay (Jake)

61 @amysteryspot I Will Always Love You by Whitney Houston (Bradley)

62 @beyondthesefourwalls I Don't Love You Like I Used To by John Legend (Javy)

63 @valhallaas Love Me Tender by Elvis (Jake)

64 @daughterofautumn Your Body Is a Wonderland by John Mayer (Mickey)

65 @hangmans-wingman I Don't Want to Miss a Thing by Aerosmith (Jake)

66 @tongue-like-a-razor Truly Madly Deeply by Savage Garden (Bradley)

67 @tongue-like-a-razor I Wish It Would Rain Down by Phil Collins (Jake)

68 @hurricanerex666 Kiss Goodnight by I Don't Know How But They Found Me (Bradley)

69 @roosterbruiser Fruits of My Labor by Lucinda Williams (Jake)

Songs You May Want To Use:

At Last by Etta James

Addicted to Love by Robert Palmer

Desire by U2

Let's Get It On by Marvin Gaye

Just What I Needed by The Cars

You Can't Hurry Love by The Supremes

Late Night Talking by Harry Styles

I'll Make Love To You Boyz II Men

Can't Help Falling In Love by Elvis

Can't Take My Eyes Off You by Frankie Valli

Beautiful Stranger by Madonna

Love Me Like You Do by Ellie Goulding

Lovefool by The Cardigans

Best I Ever Had by Drake 

Perfect by Ed Sheeran

Love Story by Taylor Swift

All You Need Is Love by The Beatles

Need You Tonight by INXS

I Will Always Love You by Whitney Houston

All Of Me by John Legend

Just the Way You Are by Bruno Mars

My Girl by The Temptations

[percervall]

congratulations on 1k, mar!! either for a playlist or a headcanon - the theme is lovesick and the driver is lando

thank you so much babe! went for the headcanon, enjoy!

It wouldn’t even be obvious that he has a crush on you, you two have been friends for the longest time. Surely that’s why you’re spending so much time together.

But while you might be oblivious, everyone around you can see just how in love Lando is with you.

He keeps stumbling over his words, blushing every time you hug him or congratulate him after a podium or when any of his friends mention your name.

It’s adorable just how flustered he gets and his teammate and friends tease him mercilessly for it. 

Lando tries so hard to ask you out but somehow you never get the hint that it’s a date date, not just best mates going for dinner.

It’s not until Pierre begins flirting with you that Lando has the courage to do something about his feelings. No way in hell that he will let the Frenchman sweep you off your feet.

In hindsight it might have been the adrenaline from another podium finish that made him shoot his shot.

So, with Daniel and Carlos cheering him on, Lando finds you at the celebration in the pitlane.

He almost chickens out when you look at him with this dazzling smile and so much affection, it has him weak in the knees. 

But he moves forward, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you closer.

You can’t help but tell him how proud you are of him, how he managed to turn this season around.

Lando smiles and leans closer, telling you how this one’s for you, that he couldn’t have done it without you. 

His heart is beating hard against his chest as he looks at you, at how your cheeks flush at his words.

“I love you,” he mumbles against your temple as he presses a brief kiss there.

“Love you too, Lan.” 

“No, I love love you. Like, in love I love you. I just needed you to know before I lost all nerve again.” 

Lando moves his arm, ready to let go of you and move away before you can shoot him down but you don’t let him.

Yanking his arm back, you kiss him, feeling him smile against your lips.

“I love love you, too” 

Hearing those words out of your mouth? Beats any podium finish

[danses-with-dogmeat]

F is for -- Fawkes

I'm so glad he won this poll, honestly. Writing for Fawkes just gives me life <3

Also, holy crap, I gasped when I drew this line for him from the dialogue prompts. It's perfect.

Anyways, I hope you all enjoy this bit of sweetness as much as I loved writing it! 😊

Literally was so excited for this one, that it was the first of the 2k celebration prompts that I started

And here is the 2k event masterlist, for your browsing pleasure!

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Pair: Fawkes x F!Lone

Dialogue: “I never knew that I could feel this loved."

Word: Forever

Rating: SFW

Category: Fluff

Word Count: 1k

Fawkes grinned as he ducked through the threshold of the front door, nodding approvingly at the smooth way the hinges yielded so easily as he closed the door behind him. 

So many improvements to make still, and yet… This dwelling is more of a home than any place I’ve found myself in prior. 

Or any Lone has lived in. 

That thought comforted him as he moved towards the kitchen, a mouthwatering smell drifting to his marred nose he rounded the corner. At the same time, gentle music sounded from the radio sitting on the counter, lulling him further into this sense of domestic bliss. He sighed as his eyes caught Lone’s form, as she floated from the fridge to the stove, and, not for the first time in the months since the Enclave were wiped out and Project Purity was finally completed, he found himself wondering if he were dreaming. 

After all they had gone through, the trials, the violence, the loss… He wondered if it would ever be possible for the pair to move on, for his Lone, his love… to be happy. As with most situations though, Lone defied all that Fawkes believed was possible. She went beyond his hopes and dreams for her, conquered everything the cruel wasteland threw at her, cared for him so wholly, even as he continued being unable to fathom such things, and now…here they were. 

Existing peacefully; cooking, gardening, reading, dancing, living, in a way the supermutant had never imagined anyone could, so close to the horrors permeating the Capital Wasteland. The way anyone could here, now. Maybe before the bombs and the vaults, the raiding and the wars, the existence of what he’s become, and what Lone has always, not overlooked, but embraced more gracefully than he, himself ever could. 

It was something that Fawkes had no words for.

The gratitude he felt. The affection he held for her was more sacred than anything else he could imagine in his long life, and yet still, it paled in comparison to her own, if she could love him, the way he was now. 

Lone was humming along to the tunes drifting through the air as Fawkes quietly approached from behind, her body jolting only slightly as he lightly placed his hands at her hips and laid a kiss to her head. 

“Anyone else would’ve hit you with their spoon if you snuck up on them like that.” She said with narrow eyes turned to him, and a chuckle rumbled through his chest. 

“That is why I risked it, you see. For even the wrath of your wooden spoon could not deter my show of affection for you.” Fawkes lowered his head in time for his eyes to catch the smile that spread her lips as he spoke. 

“That so, huh?” She continued stirring the vegetables in the pan before her, even as Fawkes nuzzled further into her soft hair. 

He just couldn’t help but be close to her. 

Ever since that fateful day at the Jefferson Memorial, when he’d nearly lost her, he relished Lone being beside him, within his reach. 

She giggled at the way his breath tickled her skin. 

“What’s all this for, love?” She turned around in his embrace, leaving the spoon in the pan as she faced him, and wrapping her own arms around his broader waist. “Really, it’s just dinner, you don't have to act like I'm making miracles in here…” 

Fawkes shook his head as he looked down at her, raising one hand to gently move a stray hair from her face. 

“Do you know the date, Lone?” 

Her brows furrowed at that as she looked blankly towards his chest, as though the answer could be found there. 

“Six months ago, today, we decided to move forward in our relationship.” 

“Only six months?” Her eyes widened, and he felt her body stiffen in his embrace. “It feels like it’s been so much longer than that… all that’s happened…” 

“I know.” He said softly, as he stroked his thumb over her cheek. 

“I’m sorry, I just… How could I have forgotten? Are you sure?” 

Lone looked worried now, and Fawkes felt a pang in his chest. 

“I am certain, yes, but… It’s as you said. So much has happened, so much that you’ve been through in such a short time. I would never blame you, I… I only realized myself when I was in the garden.” 

“Well, dammit. If I’d known, I would’ve planned something. Something to celebrate, you know?” 

“Being here with you now…” Fawkes tightened his embrace, folding her into his arms until she nearly vanished within his bulk, “It is celebration enough, my dear.” 

“I know, but…” She trailed off as she hugged him back, her face pressed firmly to his chest, arms wrapped about him so tightly, her fingers could almost reach each other behind him. “We’re together all the time, and as wonderful as that is, I don’t know… It doesn’t feel like enough.”

“Lone.” Fawkes felt another ache in his chest as he pulled back, leaning down to look her earnestly in the eye as both hands released her waist in favor of caressing her face gently. “I assure you, it is more than enough. To be with you this way… I never knew I could feel this loved. I hardly knew what the word meant before you, and every day that I spend with you by my side quickly becomes my fondest memory.” 

Her hands moved to smooth over the backs of his as she grinned tearily, her cheeks squishing beneath the pressure of both their touches so endearingly, Fawkes couldn’t help but press forward to capture her sweet lips in a chaste kiss. 

Quickly, before he could properly pull away, her hands opted to bring his face closer to hers, before wrapping about the bulk of his shoulders, drawing him nearer as she prolonged the tender contact. 

Fawkes’s chest warmed now, at the feeling of her, and he knew that he was telling her the pure, and honest truth. 

This, right here. It was more than enough. 

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The First Yulemas

12 Days of Rowaelin- Day 1

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Rowan had no idea that Aelin was like this. They hadn’t technically had a Yulemas together yet, not counting the one after the end of the war. That one was marred by healing, rebuilding, and barely having enough time to sleep in one another’s arms much less have a celebration.

But now, one year later, Rowan had no inkling that Aelin was a Yulemas fiend. Until today. How did he not know? He thought he knew everything about his fireheart. Yet here he was, gaping at the copious decorations of candles and evergreen sprigs adorning their room. The sounds of her humming drifted in from their shared closet space. Was she decorating in there, too?

Rowan was never one for Yulemas. He was never one for celebrating, to be quite honest. Over two hundred years of just getting along with life and being blood sworn to Maeve didn’t leave much room for celebrations. Until Aelin.

Aelin loved to celebrate everything under the sun. Birthdays. Weddings. Beltane. All she needed was a reason and she would throw exciting, lavish parties. But Yulemas was a different story. The holiday was still a month away, leaving ample time for her to plan a gathering between their friends. But to start decorating so soon…in their rooms nonetheless? Rowan wasn’t sure how to handle it.

Aelin tore him from his thoughts, clapping loudly as she wandered into their room.

“Ok, Buzzard! Up, up, up! Let’s go! We’ve got a big day today.”

“What?” He was definitely confused. He didn’t remember planning anything or having any meetings.

“It’s Yulemas! We have so much to do and so little time!”

“Yulemas? Aelin, that’s a month away,” he chuckled.

“Don’t be a boring buzzard, Buzzard. We have to decorate and bake and get the tree. And then there’s decorating the tree. And caroling! Lots of caroling all day long! It’s going to be so much fun!”

Rowan knew his face probably looked like he would have anything but a fun time.

“Aelin, do we really need to do all this stuff already? We still have a month until Yulemas day.”

“Yes, we do. Now get up, get dressed, and I’ll meet you downstairs.”

With a sigh as Aelin left the room, Rowan rolled out of bed. It was going to be an interesting day.

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Rowan would never admit it, but he actually had fun today. He begrudgingly helped Aelin pick a tree, dragging it inside. That was just the first one that went in their room. She insisted that they’d be back to pick more trees for the main areas. At first, Rowan went to question why they needed so many but stopped himself when he beheld the joy on Aelin’s face.

Then came the baking. Neither Rowan nor Aelin were adept at cooking so they helped make the dough while the Orynth Palace Chef actually did the majority of the work. It, once again, wasn’t Rowan’s idea of a good time but once he saw how happy it made his wife, he didn’t care. As long as she was happy, so was he.

They were going to decorate the tree later but before they could, Rowan insisted they go for a walk through the snow in the Oakwald, which Aelin happily agreed to.

“So tell me, Buzzard. Why do you hate Yulemas?”

Rowan was caught off guard. “What? I don’t hate it. Not completely anyway.”

Aelin looked a little dejected. “I could tell you weren’t having that much fun today.”

“That’s not true. I had lots of fun today.” Rowan furrowed his brows.

Aelin just let out a noncommittal sound and gripped his hand tighter.

“You’d tell me if you weren’t happy, right?”

Rowan stopped them in the gently flowing snow. “Fireheart, where is this coming from?” He placed his gloved hand on her cheek.

Aelin let out a long sigh. “I just…I know I can be a lot sometimes with this kind of stuff. Maybe sometimes too much. And I–”

“I’m going to stop you right there. You are never too much. Never. I have never been happier in my life, Aelin. Just because I’m not a big holiday celebrator doesn’t mean you can’t be. I had so much fun today just because I was with you. So I don’t care what we do or how we celebrate. As long as I’m with you, I’m good.” Rowan bent so his forehead was touching hers. “I’m sorry that I made you feel like I wasn’t having fun.”

A few tears ran down Aelin’s cheeks. “You and your pretty speeches.” She wiped at her cheeks. “I just wanted this first real Yulemas together to be perfect. I love Yulemas but I love you more and I didn’t even take into consideration what you might want to do.” She offered him a sheepish smile. “Sorry.”

“Do you know what I want to do right now?”

“Let me guess, kiss me?”

“Well, actually I was going to say that I wanted to go decorate the tree and listen to you sing loud, off-key carols but that might be a better option.”

“Hey!”

Rowan pulled her into him and kissed her lightly. “What do you say? Decorate the tree, get some hot cocoa, and have a cozy night in? “

Aelin smiled and nodded and so they began their trek back to the castle. Rowan couldn’t help but think that he could get used to a crazy Yulemas as long as it was with his Fireheart by his side.

A/N: Merry Christmas to all who celebrate and happy 1st day of the 12 days of Rowaelin. 😊

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