#prompt 356

[roblingoblin285]

Day 36: Handcuffs so tight they're bleeding (Fall From Grace)

Media/universe: Fall From Grace (OCs)

“Jesus,” Rob breathed, hands skirting over the cold metal. “Give me a minute, I’ve got my old key somewhere-”

Sage tried to readjust their sore arms and winced as the handcuffs pinched their skin, blood dripping down their wrists in thin rivulets.

“Try not to move,” Rob said gently, putting a comforting hand over Sage’s shaking ones. “I’ve almost got it.”

There was a click as the handcuffs fell away, instantly relieving the biting pain. Fresh blood coarsed over ther hands now that the pressure was gone, making Sage wince as the wounds stung painfully.

“Here.” The healer grabbed their hands quickly, quickly clearing the worst of the blood and wrapping fresh white bandages around the marks. “I’ll have to replace them soon, but this will give you a bit to get settled.”

Sage nodded, flexing their aching hands. “Anything I can help with?” they asked, looking around Rob’s ransacked shop. Guilt gripped their chest as they remembered why it looked that way.

“Of course not,” Rob said sternly. “Sit and rest. I’ll change your bandages in about twenty minutes, okay?”

The villain sighed. “Okay.”

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[autocrats-in-love]

Prompt (356)

"Is all that necessary?" the hero asked nervously.

The villain rolled their eyes and continued stuffing their bag with various explosives. "Trust me, sweetheart, this is the only way to kill them. Pass the C-4, would you?"

[eclipsedechoesofmywords]

"Distractions"

@wolfstarmicrofic October Prompt 4 [Spy]

Undercover AU

Warnings: none I think

Word Count: 356 words

Remus Lupin had always known how to keep secrets. It was part of his job—disappearing, blending in, gathering intel for the Order. His skills as a spy were unmatched.

But none of that helped when Sirius Black walked back into his life.

They met in the usual place—a dimly lit pub tucked away in Knockturn Alley, Remus was nursing a glass of Firewhisky, his eyes constantly scanning the room. He barely looked up when Sirius slid into the booth across from him.

"You’re late," Remus said, his heart racing. It had been years since they’d seen each other—years since the war tore them apart.

Sirius smirked, leaning back in his chair. "Miss me that much?"

Remus didn’t answer. He couldn’t afford to. There were too many eyes, too many ears listening.

"You’ve been undercover too long, Moony," Sirius whispered, leaning closer so only Remus could hear. "You’re forgetting how to live."

"I’m doing my job," Remus shot back, glancing at the exit. "We can’t afford distractions."

Sirius’s gaze darkened. "I’m not a distraction, I’m your partner. Or have you forgotten?"

Remus clenched his jaw. He hadn’t forgotten—how could he? Sirius had always been reckless, always the one to dive headfirst into danger while Remus played the careful planner. But this was different.

Before Remus could respond, Sirius slipped a folded parchment across the table. "Here’s what you asked for. Everything you need. But there’s a catch."

Remus glanced at the parchment. "What catch?"

Sirius leaned in, his voice a low murmur. "I’m coming with you."

Remus froze. "You can’t. It’s too dangerous."

Sirius grinned, that familiar wild look in his eyes. "Danger’s never stopped me before. Besides, someone has to watch your back. You’re not the only one good at this, Moony."

Remus sighed, knowing the argument was pointless. He hated that Sirius was right. Alone, he could survive. But together… they had a chance to win.

"Fine," Remus muttered, finally taking the parchment. "But follow my lead, and for Merlin’s sake, try not to blow our cover."

Sirius chuckled, standing up and giving a quick, mocking salute. "As you wish, Captain."

[flurrys-creativity]

Misunderstandings

Pairing: Song Mingi (Ateez) x Fem!Reader; Genre: established relationship, fluff, smut, humour; Rating: nsfw, 18+, MDNI; Warnings: a minor misunderstanding, penetrative and unprotected sex; Wordcount: 356

Summary: Sometimes one simple word can result in a whole different outcome.

A/N: Another nsfw bi-weekly prompts hosted by @pirateeznet

Mingi held you tightly, his arms wrapped around your torso as he kept you in place on his chest. 

When he came back home and saw you in one of his shirts, he couldn't help himself but grab you and pull you into the bedroom. Only seconds later he had you straddling his lap, pulled you down to his chest and fucked you like a mad man.

You whimpered in his hold, mumbling something incoherent from the pleasure you felt. "...ee..er"

Mingi barely registered you saying something with your face nuzzled into the crook of his neck, though the moment he heard your voice he slowed down. He lazily moved his hips and rubbed his hands over your back in a comforting manner.

You whined pathetically and Mingi stopped moving at all, worry flaring up inside of him. "What's wrong? Did I hurt you? Was I too rough?"

Before he could pull out though, you pushed yourself up until you sat on his lap, frowning as you looked down at him. You ignored Mingi's attempts of lifting you up and purposefully slid further down until his cock nestled deeply inside of you. 

Mingi stared at you in confusion, torn between his worry and his spiking lust from seeing your pussy sucking in his dick.

"Why would you think you're hurting me, when I asked you to go deeper?" You huffed, breathing heavily from the desire to just bounce on his cock until you'd scream his name in delirium.

"Huh?" Mingi's expression morphed from confusion and surprise to embarrassment as he giggled cutely and hid his face behind his large hands. "I thought you said 'weaker' and not 'deeper'."

You suppressed the scoff and cooed instead at his cute behaviour. "Oh, baby! I would never tell you to slow down." You leaned forward and grabbed one of his hands, pulling it down to your lower stomach, where he could feel his dick forming a bulge. "I fucking love when I'm so full with your dick. I can't get enough of this feeling, so please, please fuck me senseless."

Mingi didn't need a second invitation for that.

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[mattmurdocksscars]

Tuna-tober Day 10

Here's the last of my tuna-tober prompts!

Prompt: "I'm not good enough."

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader

Word Count: 356

The only sound in the room was the sound of the rain hitting the windows. You and Matt stood feet apart. You stared at him, completely baffled.

“What did you just say?”

“I'm not good enough.” Matt repeated, his face solemn. “I'm not good enough for you and you should know that. You deserve better, sweetheart.”

“Where on earth is this coming from, Matt?”

“I'm never around, you stay up late worrying about me, I come home most nights with some sort of wound. It's not fair to you. But I can't stop. And that's not fair to you either.”

“I think I should get to decide what's best for me, don't you?” Matt shook his head, keeping his eyes downcast.

“Your feelings are blinding you. You can't see that you deserve better because you've convinced yourself this is the best you're gonna get. And that's not even remotely true. You deserve someone who can spend their time with you. Someone who can take care of you. And I can't do that. Not the way I should.”

“Are you breaking up with me, Matthew?”

“No… but you should break up with me.” He said quietly. You scoffed.

“Why? So I can join the list of people who've abandoned you? I don't think so.”

“Sweetheart-”

“No! Don't you sweetheart me. You listen to me, Matt, and listen well. I'm not going anywhere. So you can save this bullshit for someone else. I decide what's best for me, not you or anyone else. If this is what I want, and it is, then I should be free to make that choice. So get your head out of your ass and accept that I love you and I'm not leaving you.” 

“But-”

“No. I choose this, Matt. I choose you. So stop trying to talk me out of it. It's not going to work.” Your voice was firm, giving no room for arguments. Matt sighed, playing with the hem of his hoodie. 

“What if you get hurt because of me?” Matt said, his voice sounding tiny in the vast expanse of his apartment. 

“I'll still love you.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

[mariaofdoranelle]

The Toilet Theft

Written for @throneofglassmicrofics, prompt ‘Thief’

HAPPY SUPER LATE BIRTHDAY FOR AELIN!

Sorry about the delay for this one!

Words: 816

Warnings: unforgivable crimes (a small theft)

For Aelin’s birthday, the last thing she expected was to wake up to an empty bed.

Empty bed, empty shower, empty kitchen—an empty apartment overall, Aelin noticed as she looked for him. Not her ideal birthday morning, but Rowan must’ve had a good reason to leave her stranded like this.

He did leave some special breakfast with a cute note, so that’s what she focused on when her boss called.

“Salvaterre,” she greeted. “Do you miss me already?”

Just a joke to tease her grumpy superior, but work only started in 40 minutes.

“Galathynius.” A sigh that came from deep within his bones. “Can you explain why there’s a pharaonic toilet paper pyramid sitting on your desk?”

403 days before

The only bad thing about celebrating new jobs after being penniless is that sometimes you forget to schedule it for after pay day—which was exactly what Aelin did when she arranged drinks with Lysandra at a fancy bar in an hour.

But there’s a solution for every problem, Aelin realized as she ate dinner—free cookies from the break room. It was a lot more than the socially acceptable amount so it could constitute as ‘dinner’, but the jar would be refilled in the morning, and no one was there to see her rude misuse of that office perk. At this hour, the closest people to her were her new bosshole and Hot IT Guy, in a late meeting two doors down.

Back to her issue, Aelin opened the groceries list on the phone and decided what she could buy after her pay day and what she would get from her parents’ house soon. After all rearrangements were made, there was only one urgent thing left.

Toilet paper.

The only inescapable item she couldn’t wait until groceries at her parents’ or pay day.

Her eyes immediately slid to the toilet adjoined to the break room. At this late hour. When maintenance would be back in the morning.

No one has to know.

Before giving herself time to give up, Aelin locked herself in the bathroom and opened the little storage cabinet under the sink. The two rolls of toilet paper she picked barely fit inside her work tote bag, but her coat did a great job of covering the stuffed purse, since closing the zipper wasn’t an option anymore.

She unlocked the door, ready to leave, and noticed that Hot IT Guy was now in the break room, holding a dark green mug.

“Long day, huh?” He said, without his usual scowl for what might be the first time since Aelin first saw him.

A polite smile. “Sure.” Aelin readjusted her overstuffed bag so it wouldn’t be too visible to him. “Have a nice evening.”

“I—“ He interrupted her walk out of the break room. Swallowed. Put his mug down. “May I walk you to your car?”

Oh, for Mala’s sake.

356 days per year, and the hottest guy in the office decided to hit on Aelin the day she was committing theft.

“Of course,” she answered with a smile, because if anyone could pull off stealing and flirting at the same time, it was her.

With one arm slung over her purse as a safety measure, they made small talk in their way out of the office, and Rowan, as she had just found out, only got more attractive as he spoke, as rare feat for guys on their twenties.

A few steps into the open parking lot, Aelin was met with a chill breeze that made her entire body shiver, which didn’t go unnoticed by oh-so-attentive Rowan.

“It’s supposed to be spring by now, I’ll never get Orynth’s crazy weather.” A huff. “You should put your coat on.”

Aelin plastered on a too-fake smile. “No need, thanks.”

“No, I insist—“

When Rowan tugged on the coat on the top of her purse, both of them froze as one single roll of toilet paper broke loose, rolling down the floor and leaving a white trail on its path to freedom.

Present time

The staring part wasn’t exactly embarrassing for Aelin, but she understood her boss—it really was a disturbance, a three-dimensional, pharaonic kind of toilet paper pyramid taking over the entirety of her cubicle’s desk.

The pyramid was as wide as it was tall, and Aelin realized that someone really tall must’ve made that birthday surprise for her. Someone tall, who got up distinctively early to prepare this stunt, and who also knew both about her toilet paper incident and her birthday today.

Honestly, the Happy birthday —B card by the pyramid was an insult to her intelligence. That fucking Buzzard.

Aelin walked past several cubicles until she found Rowan’s desk, then silently crossed her arms before him, her questioning expression enough to prompt him.

Rowan put his dark green mug down and gave her a smile warm enough to shock their coworkers.

“Happy birthday, Fireheart.”

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[kilibaggins]

ONE MORE ONE MORE THIS ONE I JUST HAD TO

can i get ''I could keep you safe. They're all afraid of me.'' with Bucky too please?

My Knight | Bucky Barnes

Summary: Reader has some issues with her coworkers not doing their job how they should, and Bucky has a perfect plan that Reader... Doesn't agree with.

A/N: EEE thank you again fro the requests and again feel free to send as many as you'd like ! love writing these AHHH. anyway, i know i might have stretched the prompt a little bit since reader actually isn't in danger so bucky won't be "keeping them safe" but i used it loosely and imagines bucky is trying to exaggerate a little.

Words: 356

"You know," Bucky says conversationally after just witnessing you barge through the front door and into the apartment. You slam your stuff down onto the couch and look at him, calming down instantly in his presence. "I could keep you safe. They're all afraid of me."

"I don't need rescuing from my coworkers." You argue, opening your bag and pulling out your notebook and throwing it on the table in front of the couch. You sit down and stare at the empty page. You have to write a report for your boss and since your computer broke this is what you have to work with.

"I'm just saying, they're all scared. I could just… Waltz in there," Bucky starts, sitting next to you and wrapping his arm around your shoulder, "And show them that nobody messes with my doll."

"Your doll, huh?" You ask, smirking. "I belong to you now, is that right?"

"Hmm.. Maybe a little," He jokes, lenaing forward and kisses him gently. He pulls back and looks at you seriously. "Actually, though. If you need me, I'm here. I can get them to stop screwing around and actually do their job so your boss stops throwing it all at you."

"I love you." You say. Bucky huffs and kisses the corner of your mouth.

"You gonna let me?"

"No." You say gently. He groans and leans back against the back of the couch.

"I hate seeing you upset." He admits. You frown and sigh.

"They're gonna be off the job soon, anyway. I promise, it's fine." You say, smiling gently. Bucky thinks for a minute his tongue slightly poking out of his lips and you smile at the sight.

"Fine. The offer is always up for grabs though. All I gotta do is pull this baby out," He says, patting his left arm, "And we're all set."

"My knight." You joke. He laughs and leans forward, kissing you again. "I gotta get this done."

"I'll make dinner." Bucky says, standing up. "But when it's done you have to stop working and eat with me!"

"Got it." You say, laughing. "Thank you."

"'Course, doll."

[lulublack90]

Prompt 23 - Blood-Replenishing Potion

@wolfstarmicrofic March 23, word count 356

CW- wounds

When he saw Remus lying in the hospital bed the morning after the full moon, Sirius knew something was wrong. Moony was always pale after a full moon, but he just seemed more so. 

Madam Pomfrey was concentrating so hard on the constant flow of spells she was muttering under her breath as she moved around his bed. She hadn’t even noticed Sirius enter. 

She spooked when Sirius ended up standing beside her. He didn’t even remember walking over. 

“What happened?” His voice cracked as it left his throat. 

“It was a bad night.” The medi-witch said quickly, her voice thick with emotion. Sirius leant closer to Remus and saw the healing pink scars, wounds from last night. Sirius had gotten very good at telling how old Moony’s scars were, and these were fresh. 

“What can I do?” He begged Madam Pomfrey. He couldn’t just stand there while his Moony was hurt. 

“Cupboard in my office,” She barked as she continued to heal his injuries. “Grab all the Blood-Replenishing Potion you can.” No wonder he was paler than usual. He didn’t usually need the potion as he healed so quickly thanks to being a werewolf. 

He un-corked each vial and handed them one at a time to Madam Pomfrey as she gently cradled Remus’s head and poured the potion into his mouth. 

With each new vial, more and more colour returned to Remus’s face. Sirius sighed with relief as Remus’s eyes fluttered open. 

“Padfoot?” He croaked. Sirius rushed to his bedside, gently taking his hand in his. 

“I’m here, Moony.” A lump had formed in his throat as he fought back tears. 

Remus relaxed back into his pillow, and soon, the sounds of his quiet snores filled the room. 

Madam Pomfrey squeezed Sirius’s shoulder.

“Stay as long as you want, pet. Godric knows it’ll do him good to see a friendly face when he wakes up again.” She left them be, returning to her office and closing the door. 

Sirius wasn’t planning on going anywhere. James or Peter would get his notes and homework. Remus needed him, and nothing on this earth could separate them now.  

[addisonstars]

"what type of relationship do you have with your significant other"

written for day 13 of november for @wolfstarmicrofic with the prompt "blanket"

356 words

“Here’s one, let's do it!” Sirius exclaims. 

For hours, Remus and Sirius had been under the blankets on their bed doing besides cuddling, watching movies, reading to each other, having sex, and now, they decided to take those corny couple quizzes. 

Remus sighs, but to be honest he’s a little…intrigued to take these quizzes. “Let’s do it then.” 

Sirius clicks on the page. It's entitled: “What Type of Relationship do You Have with Your Significant Other?” The first question asks them how much time they spend with each other, to which the answer is “we talk at least 100 hours a week.” 

They both live in the same flat, and they have pretty much everything in common. Except Sirius prefers leather jackets to sweaters. And Remus likes chocolate more than any other food item. And Sirius hates the fact that Moony doesn't sleep with socks on- sleeping with is so much better. 

They continue answering the questions, saying that they love each other no matter their flaws. They would never ever leave each other, no matter what they vowed. They shower each other with affection if they want it and would make sure to surprise them from time to time to tell each other how proud they are of the other. 

The two of them are pretty sure that they know each other better than themselves if they are honest and they do see a future with each other. Merlin, they have a future with each other. Happily married with a cat in a flat in London, near their friends- they don’t have any complaints. 

They submit their answers, coming back with a screen with confetti that says: The Clingy Relationship. Both Sirius and Remus look at each other and laugh, because while they wouldn't describe themselves as “the clingy relationship,” they definitely are not not clingy. 

Take one look at them right now: cuddling under the blankets and covers on their bed, Sirius ’head on Remus’ chest with their legs intertwined and they look clingy for sure. Neither of them mind though. If clingy describes what their love is like, then they’ll call it that. 

my search history now consists of relationship quizzes, cringey couple quizzes and other items along those lines. oh well.

-a.s.

[hauntedhokage]

word count: 356

prompt: a chaste kiss given to each other because they are in mixed company from this list

These events were always quite a bore, but you went in solidarity with Reo because he had to be there. The heir to the Mikage Corporation was always a joy to speak with despite how bored he also was, but he put on a very brave face in the company of the corporation's investors and the friends of his father whose relationships spanned decades before he was even born. He couldn’t embarrass his father, he wouldn’t survive to see the next day if he did. 

That requirement to behave also extended to you, since you were the fiancé of the heir to the Mikage Corporation and everyone watched you like a hawk because of it. Likely more than Reo was being watched, but thankfully you have a more than stellar reputation with this group of people courtesy of a mix of your own charm and intelligence, and a small amount of coaching from Reo and the way he tracked fiancé magazines that you couldn’t care less about. 

And you liked watching him mingle, he put on a wonderful show and you followed his lead easily - always to be rewarded by ice cream in the car sent to take you home before having wonderful sex once you got home. You two had to be an interesting sight, getting out of the car in expensive evening wear to go into your usual shop to order ice cream - you’d once been called a princess by a girl who had been instructed by her parents not to stare shortly after. And he liked that kind of attention, getting to flaunt you around a little bit and show the world that you were very much taken by him. 

“Hey,” he greets from behind you, offering you a champagne flute as his arm comes to wrap around your waist. 

“Hi honey,” you greet, smiling when he leans in and steals a short kiss that was never enough. You’d always want more, but given the environment he could only give that much to stay respectful. You could be less than respectful later, and you hoped that he would be. “Having fun?”

“Absolutely not.”

[roblingoblin285]

Day 27: Wiping away tears (Millhaven)

Media/universe: Millhaven (OCs)

“You’re not just getting home, are you?” Spencer mumbled, sitting up a little in bed and squinting against the light. “God, Rob, how late is it?”

“Late,” Rob said softly, leaning down and kissing his husband on the forehead. “Go back to sleep, philatos.”

Spencer lifted the blanket wordlessly, and Rob crawled in without hesitation. He wrapped his arms around Spencer’s torso, pulling him close to his chest. “Miss you,” he whispered.

“I’m right here, hon.”

“You know what I mean.”

“I do,” Spencer agreed, turning to kiss Rob on the cheek. He frowned, realizing there were tears there. “Oh, philatos.”

“Sorry,” Rob said wetly, reaching up to wipe them away. Spencer got their first, gently clearing them from his face. “Just tired. Long, bad day.”

“Don’t be sorry,” Spencer said. He kissed Rob’s forehead, brushing his bangs out of his eyes. “Just get some rest, okay? Everything’s taken care of. You can sleep.”

Rob sniffed, burrowing his head into Spencer’s shoulder. “Okay,” he breathed. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Rob. Go to sleep. I’ll be right here when you wake up.”

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[jestersdlc]

writing prompt 27

The musty smell of an abandoned home with Disco!!!

I mayyyy have stretched this a lil, went with Doom over Disco (First time writing doom so.....lil rough around the edges I'd say)

Time Management Prompt: Musty smell of an abandoned home Characters: Doom and Atropa Word count: 356 Content Warnings: Implied off screen violence.

French to English translations at the bottom.

Doom brushes nonexistent dust off their coat, puffing their chest out before knocking on the door.

They scowl as there's no answer, knocking again; louder, and waiting. They perk up slightly when the door is finally opened, quickly schooling their expression to am annoyed scowl. "Took you long enough." "Ah, Renoncule. You're early." Doom crosses their arms, metaphorically squinting at Atropa and the cleaning gloves ey’re wearing, raising an eyebrow. "I had the extra time for our business meeting, my manager…let me off early...heh heh..." They grin sharply, almost smug at the implication. "I see...you caught me at a bad time, ma chére, I hadn't finished cleaning and the tea isn't ready. Do mind the dust."  Atropa steps aside letting them follow into the house. Now that ey mentioned the dust...Doom looks around seeing a fine layer of dust on everything and a staleness to the air.

Why would Atropa's house be like this if they've been staying here then-

They tch in annoyance, scowling at the air, not liking what this could mean…have ey been staying with him? "Whatever, the dust won't interrupt our meeting." Their scowl deepens as they turn their head away dismissively. “What, don’t have the time now, just because I’m early?” Atropa hums, putting eir gloves away and motioning Doom to take a seat while ey prep some tea. "Nonsense, petite Renoncule. Pas de quoi inquiéter votre petite tête1....do try to warn me next time you plan to be early." Ey turn with a sharp grin. "I'm not fond of surprises mon cher, if it were another, I'd assume ill intents." Doom...doesn't know what to say to that....so they'll just ignore it. "Ya, sure, whatever. I brought my own tea. Don't touch it." Ey smile, amused before turning back to tea. "Of course, Renoncule, of course. I never do." Huffing, Doom pulls out their thermos of nightshade tea, setting it before them as they wait.

What does it matter if ey've been staying with eir 'ally'. Atropa is here, with them, not with him right now. This is their time, and no one gets in the way of that. No one. 

French to English Translation:

"Nothing to worry your little head about."1

Ma chére - My dear (fem)

Petite Renoncule/Renoncule - Little Buttercup/Buttercup

[zmwrites]

Writemas 2024: Day 12

Thank you to @agirlandherquill for hosting this event and for the prompts! I am bringing you two in one evening as part of my effort to catch up.

WIP: Just Jane

Prompt(s): A tavern + The hesitation of touch

Words: 356

Notes: Further Jane-Is-A-Cat propaganda. Written especially for @sleepyowlwrites.

Jane stood along the wall of the party, watching her friends dance and laugh in the crowd. Percy had his arm around Florence and she leaned into him, her arms wrapped around his waist, as they chatted with someone Jane didn’t recognize. Pavia was trying to teach Lyra a dance using a reluctant Nic as partner, though the thirteen year old didn’t seem to be grasping the steps quickly. Kell was—

She frowned. Where was Kell? He’d been there just a few minutes earlier, standing with Percy and Flo, but now she couldn’t spot him in the room. There was a flash of familiar honey blond hair by the door and her frown deepened.

She skirted the crowd to the door and ducked out of the tavern. The air was cold, her breath puffing in little clouds despite the lack of snow. Her shoulders instantly relaxed as the quietness of the street enveloped her.

Kell stood a few paces away, leaned against the side of the building with his arms tightly folded. He had his face raised to the cloudy sky, his eyes closed, and he was breathing deeply.

“You better not be trying to leave without saying goodbye,” Jane said, sidling up to him so their shoulders were touching. She crossed her arms to ward off the chill.

“I have better manners than that,” he replied. He didn’t open his eyes, but he did tilt his face towards her.

She studied him but couldn’t see any of his usual pain indicators. “Are you okay?”

“You’re checking on me?”

“Of course.”

He finally opened his eyes. “I can feel a migraine coming on. I’m hoping the cold can stop it before it gets worse.”

“Ah.” She paused. “Me talking to you probably isn’t helping.”

“You don’t have to go.”

“Are you sure?”

He hummed the affirmative and closed his eyes again. “I enjoy spending time with you.”

Jane pushed her head against his shoulder, unsure how else to express the affection she held for him. She wanted to do more, but she always hesitated until the moment had passed. For now it would have to do.

[divinemissem13]

Oh. Oh? Oh!

No True Pair 8 Character Challenge Fandom: Star Trek Voyager Pair: Janeway/ Chakotay Word Count: 356 Rating: T (implied adult situations) Prompt: "oh!"

"I swear, I followed the recipe exactly! One tablespoon of salt!"

"One tablespoon? Are you sure it didn't say teaspoon?" Chakotay implored, thinking that even one teaspoon seemed like a lot of salt for a lasagna recipe.

Kathryn huffed and pulled up the recipe on her PADD, scanning it for answers. When she reached the list of ingredients, her eyes grew wide and her cheeks turned red. "Oh," she said, accepting her defeat.

"Teaspoon?" Chakotay asked good-naturedly.

"Teaspoon," Kathryn confirmed, burying her face in her hands.

While Kathryn wallowed, Chakotay picked up their plates and the serving dish and put them into the recycler. When he returned to the table, he stopped behind Kathryn and placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. "You know, I will never understand how a woman is brilliant as you are can be so very bad at following a recipe," he chuckled.

"It's not funny!" Kathryn declared, shrugging his hand away.

"It's a little funny," Chakotay grinned, going to one knee on the floor beside her in order to look into her eyes. "It's pretty adorable too," he added, reaching up to pull her hands away from her face and dropping a kiss on the tip of her nose.

"Captains aren't supposed to be adorable," Kathryn groused, even as her eyes began to sparkle a bit.

"Mine is," Chakotay stated, leaving no room to argue when he pulled out his most formidable weapons: his dimples.

Kathryn shook her head and smiled back. "But what are we going to eat?" she asked as she pulled one hand free of his and reached down to stroke his cheek.

Chakotay caught her hand and held it still, turning it to kiss her palm without ever breaking eye contact. "I think we can come up with something," he murmured, his lips brushing against her palm as he spoke.

"Oh?" Kathryn watched his eyes darken as he continued to nuzzled her palm and everything began to fall into place. "Oh," she breathed, showing her approval by leaning down to capture his lips with her own.

She might have to mix up teaspoons and tablespoons more often.

[perkysbuds]

let's be alone together - lexgrace

356 words, hatchetfield femslash fortnight day 13 [alt prompt: opposites], rated T Opposites do attract.

@femslashfortnight

[afterdarkprincess]

can you do 21 with Sami and Jey? ❤️

21. You look so good under me

Thank you so much for the prompt anon!! Prompt list can be found here 💕

Pairing: Sami/Jey Rating: Mature Word Count: 356

tag squad: @feelschicken @imabillyami @harmshake @elementaldoughnut12 @southerngirl41 @jeysbvck

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Sami Zayn has been very fortunate to be able to travel the world doing what he loves, what he’s always wanted to do with his life. He’s been to some of the most beautiful places in the world on those trips, explored all there was to offer when they were on tour.

He’s performed in his hometown, in Montreal, in front of thousands of people, looking out into the screaming crowd to take it all in.

But somehow despite all of that, Sami has never seen a more breathtaking view than the one before him now.

Jey Uso is sprawled out on the hotel room bed, taking up all the space in the middle, his limbs splayed except for the hand holding his phone as he scrolls absentmindedly. He’s completely naked, his beautiful skin and tattoos standing out against the sheets in the warm morning glow that streams in the windows.

Sami approaches the bed slowly, but Jey notices his return anyway. He drops the phone onto the side table and reaches his arms out for Sami.

He crosses the rest of the room in two strides before crawling up the bed, framing Jey with his hands and knees before letting his head drop to press a kiss to the lines of Jey’s forehead. Sami looks down into those deep brown eyes that stare back at him, captivated by the way Jey’s lashes gently brush his skin. He could stay right here, forever, just looking at him.

“You look so good under me, you know that?” Sami murmurs, just loud enough for Jey to hear over the hum of the air conditioning.

Jey scoffs, rolling his eyes, “You cheesy, you know that?”

His sassy retort does nothing to quell the swell of affection in Sami’s chest, and Sami can’t help but shut Jey up via a long deep kiss, pouring all of his emotions into it.

“I know,” Sami says, grinning like a kid in a candy store.

Jey swats at him playfully, and they roll around in the sheets. Nowhere to be, just the two of them, enjoying a lazy morning entwined in each other.