#this is an old drabble that fit the prompt so i fixed it up some and posted it ehehe

[leashybebes]

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1) my hurdle headcanon - 769 notes, oct 29th

ah the beloved liminal space between 8.05 and 8.06 when i was speculating on what the 'hurdle' might be. i was going to say i was pretty off base but actually in the broad strokes (tommy not thinking he's the forever guy, buck thinking that's ridiculous and completely out of left field) i was more on point than i realised (sad face). that said, i do enjoy this fic and think it's cute.

2) prompt fill for tommy being vulnerable with buck - 699 notes, nov 26th

exactly what is says on the tin - post breakup conversation fic where buck gets to say "shut up, stop making decisions for me, also i will throw baked goods at your head if you try to walk out on me again". a fun one, despite all the crying!

3) sick ficlet! - 486 notes, oct 13th

another from the pre-breakup era. if i remember rightly i was in the grips of the annual "higher education is a plague pit" bug and desperately craving some spicy noodle soup. this is cute and i should tidy it up for ao3 at some point. i feel like it would hit harder post breakup and makeup too - i imagine they would both have a LOT of feelings about tommy not asking for help and buck giving it anyway.

4) oh! this is the origin story for allying too close to the sun - 477 notes, nov 27th

basically, i am never not watching peep show, and saw the episode where sophie says "i mean have i lived enough? i've only slept with four men" and jez thinks "four?! jesus. i've had sex with more men than that, and i basically only sleep with women" and thought god, that is such a buck 1.0 line and so my beloved ridiculous baby was born.

5) not a fix-it, but the opening of a door - 405 notes, nov 9th

what if buck did call? baby steps in the direction of making up via a series of voicemails buck leaves for tommy. as with the sick ficlet, the intention was to tidy this up for ao3 at some point. i feel like this post is mostly going to be that!

6) crash! that! truck! snippet - 384 notes, nov 20th

i think the first snippet of this i posted, and it's almost a standalone quasi-drabble, but then i decided to do some sliding doors nonsense with the whole thing so, idk, full thing available sometime in the next four years i guess.

7) buck picks up tommy and sal from the airport - 370 notes, aug 30th

oh, i love this! it was a fuck it friday snippet from a dusty old wip for my you plus me universe, wherein i express my love and longing for LA via buck and tommy getting to know each other better in various locations. needless to say i do not love or long for the pick up area at LAX, but i do love backseat pilot tommy, and bitchy grumpy sal. i'll get to this at...some point.

8) back together in secret ficlet, my beloved - 341 notes, nov 27th

another one that needs polishing and putting on AO3 - from a prompt about them struggling to find time in their schedules to see each other - made all the more tricky by their decision to keep their reconciliation to themselves for now. resolved because Bobby Knows All, of course.

9) their sex life changes after they get back together - 310 notes, dec 13th

i refuse to believe that mr you'll break my heart, mr i can't be your last, mr self sabotage was completely open about his wants and needs about anything while they were together, never mind about sex, so here's a not-really-a-fic about tommy bottoming and vaguely subbing more and buck briefly getting in his feelings about it.

10) prompt fill for fluffy smutty makeup sex - 301 notes, nov 26th

again, does exactly what it says on the tin, although definitely more fluffy than smutty despite the fact they are actively boning throughout. post breakup, they physically and emotionally cannot get close enough, you can pry that from my cold dead hands. kind of like the fact that that ficlet and therefore this post officially ends ( as far as the dialogue goes, at least) with "i'm never gonna be done with you".

i have no idea who's done/not done this, but i am curious, so if you are too, consider this your tag!

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

hello lovely! I see you are thinking about doing little drabbles?! 👀 how about #4 cuddling on the couch with Ari? 🥺

See look a couch! hehe

Hope you are doing good today! 💜

@maskedmistress87 so I have had this forever and I don't even know anymore what the prompt list was. BUT HERE YOU GO! thank you for being so awesome. Much love babes.

You bustled around the tight hotel office, talking to yourself out loud about all the things you NEEDED to do before the next round of hotel guests were dropped on your doorsteps.

"Remark the keys." You jotted it down on your pad of paper. "Get that linen in the wash for the next guests." Another note added to your massive list. "Convince Ari to add another diving day."

"Convince Ari what?" Ari asked as he collapsed on the dated couch, long legs stretching out for a second before bending back in place. You paused what you were doing, admiring the subtle movement from him trying to get comfy. Even filthy as he was right now having spent the last few hours fixing some maintenance issues on the old broken-down hotel, you still couldn't stop the way you bit your lip and turned on your charm.

"Another day of diving Levinson." You set aside your notes to approach him. Ari spread his thighs wide for you to step into his space, his hands running up the back of your thighs but his expression was a hell no was that gonna happen.

"I already do three out of the five trips a week we offer." He scowled while you moved to ease into his lap, straddling him.

"Yeah, and everyone wants you to do it." Your fingers push through the sweaty strands of his hair, pushing it back from his forehead. "Sammy is too grumpy to do it."

"He chooses to be that way on purpose." Ari practically growled, his best friend was not known for going with the flow all the time. His protests that he was a doctor, not a host a typical argument they have heard. "Maybe you should make him do another one instead of me, tell him it's what he gets for being a pain in the ass."

You let yourself lean forward as his hands grasp your cheeks, squeezing your short covered bottom while pulling you in closer. You loved the feeling of his fit body under your softer one. You let your hand fall to his chest, rubbing the expanse of it while tilting your head to place nice soft kisses on his neck while he grumbled about Sam.

Sometimes those two were more alike than they realized.

"How about this?" You rubbed your cheek against his beard while squeezing your thighs around his waist a bit more, shifting yourself to cuddle against him. "You do this for me and I will give Sammy the extra laundry duties."

That made Ari laugh, his head tilting back and a devious grin forming on his face. "You Baby are ruthless."

"Mmmhm." You giggled as you wiggled your brows suggestively at Ari. "There was a reason you insisted I come to run this hotel for you."

"Hmmm, that's just part of it." Ari swept you to the couch cushions on your back, his very solid body pressing down on you, pinning you underneath him while his hands roamed all over, making you laugh while you grabbed at the back of his neck to drag you down to your mouth.

[fluffykittensox]

A little Drabble for the Gingerrose hub holiday event starting with the prompt “tinsel”

@gingerrose-hub

(Authors note- I just wrote this in app with one skim of proofreading. I apologize for all grammatical errors, and wierd spacings. )

Who in the world could it be at this time of night she wondered as she quickly threw on a nearby coat over her sleepwear. It was dark, freezing cold, and it had snowed earlier in the day and now everything was iced over. Not fit for man nor beast outside.

Rose was fixing up this old cabin as a sort of therapeutic relaxation after so many years of war and destruction. Her friends knew if they needed her she’d be on the next transport before the holo call ended but she was glad for the quiet. So much has happened and she needed a rest, a time to recharge but she could never truly sit still so she bought this place as a relaxation project.

She slid on some slippers and made her way to the door. She looked at the monitor next to it showing an outline of a slight figure on the other side. She knew the face well.

Throwing open the door she was face to face with a man who looked like a walking piece of tinsel, his overly worn coat no match for the snow and the icy layer that had formed on it, his pale skin adding to the silvery effect. Only his red hair stood out to declare this was a man and not a droid. He also looked like he hadn’t eaten a good meal in a long time. Thin and gaunt. No trace of the arrogant man that had commanded legions just years before.

She just stood there staring in disbelief until he broke the silence.

“I had no where else to go”.

He said through his chattering teeth. He looked down to his feet in shame and embarrassment. He was not a man ever used to asking for help and had no expatiation on it being given but he had something, somthing that had kept him alive as he floated through backwater ports after the fall of the First Order, something that was new to him, he had a small flickering spark of hope, hope that the women who had been the angelic voice on the radio that he had given clandestine information too, might be kind enough to at least give him a hot meal before he was sent away. But right now he was desperate, broke, and alone. He looked up into her eyes with humbleness when she said

“Come in”

He just stood there frozen unsure if he heard correctly. Rose grabbed Hux’s arm and gently pulled him in the door before slamming it with a thud against the biting wind.

“Sit”

She commanded him, and pointed to the large comfy chair nearest to the fireplace. He did as he was told and his body started to shiver even more as it started to warm up again. Rose came back with a couple of large heavy blankets and enveloped him with them then disappeared into the kitchen to heat up some water for tea.

Under the shaking blankets, wrapped still in a carry bag hanging of his shoulders came a tiny

“meow”

Millicent stirred and started to scratch trying to get out of the cloth bag. He wouldn’t have left her behind for the world. He was just sad she had suffered along with him but he didn’t trust anyone to care for her either.

Rose returned from the kitchen with a tray carrying a cup of tea and a bowl of reheated soup and placed them on the table. As much as she wanted to ask a million questions and possibly tear into him she was not mean nor malicious enough to attack while he was in such a state. Again a little

“Mew” came from the bag with little scratching noises.

“Do you have a lothcat in there???” She asked incredulously.

“Yess, Millicent…I couldn’t leave her” he whispered in between sipping the warmth from the cup he held tightly.

Rose just sat dumbfounded staring at this man, considering though, as she went back in her mind to some of the longer conversations they had over the radio during the war, she recalled now him mentioning his lothcat, but the fact he had carried her with him from then to now was an astonishment. She wasn’t sure if of bravery, compassion, or stupidity but astonishing none the less. She sat watching him start to eat the soup but then glanced at the monitor that showed the front door camera to see that it had started snowing again. Of course she would allow him, them, to stay till the storm cleared but beyond that she didn’t know.

[unbreakable-ribbons]

Spooky October Drabble!

Hey there! So after seeing some prompt lists for works for October, I wanted to give doing one of those a try, while also fitting in some more Halloween themed scary stuff into it. I don’t think I’ll have the energy to do something for each and every day, but it’s still nice to give it a shot! So give it a read if you’d like and enjoy! The prompt for this one was “Bloody Knuckles”.

It was the dead of a chilly October night. The vibrant oranges and sleepy purples of the sunset had given way to a dark, oppressive night sky. Flecks of blue tinted moonlight flittered through the trees that dotted along the quiet country road. The still and serene beauty of this moment had a small blemish on it however. Yellow headlights blared out on the side of the road and grunts of effort sounded across the road as someone tried to fix their engine troubles.

Manos leaned over an exposed car engine, jacket sleeves rolled up and grease coating his hands. He had gotten into a rhythm of looking through an old car manual opened up next to him, peering around the engine, murmuring “not it”, and repeating the whole process. It had been half an hour now, and he still didn’t feel any closer to figuring out what went wrong. And the lack of cell reception out here made calling a tow truck out of the question too.

“Maybe it’s yo- no, I checked that one already… it’s not the oil right? I got that changed last month…” He held his phone in hand with the flashlight pointed to every nook and cranny he could find, trying to see if there was anything he might’ve overlooked.

While Manos poked under the hood, his attention fully on the manual laid out in front of him, the sound a branch snapping from across the road broke his rhythm and startled him enough to shoot up straight and knock his head against the hood. He dropped his phone and swore, its flashlight landed face down on the pavement below. A low, dull pain spread out through the back of his head as he tried to move away from the engine and face where he heard the noise.

“…. Hm?” After the initial shock of the surprised started to fade, he looked and assumed he’d just see a deer or something. It had taken a moment for his eyes to adjust to the darkness, but now he started to see what had to be the vague outline of a person. They were standing too far away from the head for him to make out any other detail, yet slowly but surely they were walking towards him.

“O-Oh! Uhm, hey… man! Sorry, I’ve just got some car trouble…” There wasn’t any response back from the figure as they walked closer to him.

“You live around here?” Still no response.

“I’ve been trying to figure out what’s the issue here, but it’s been, uhm…” They were close enough that Manos could see that as they walked, their arms dangled to the side haphazardly and without care. They stopped for a brief moment between two of trees along the road, one more step before they’d come into full view.

“… you good man?” Manos stepped around the car and moved to the driver side door. Alarm bells had been ringing in his ears for some time now, and while he was initially hoping maybe this was just some weirdo farmer who saw his lights and came to help, that didn’t seem to be the case. He still had fixed the car yet, so his only options if danger arose was to flee on foot, dive inside and pray it’d start somehow, or risk a fight.

There was finally a response to his voice. Whoever was across the road craned their head to look at him and started walking towards him again.

Exposed jaw muscles with a sickly, sinewy look to them and old, rotted teeth chomped at Manos from across the road. When the zombie stumbled close enough for its full form to be illuminated by the headlights, Manos jumped back with a start and bumped into the driver’s side door. The noise must’ve set some kind of predatory instinct off in this creature. Following Manos’s reaction, it stumbled toward him with an animal like speed and determination.

The clothes it wore were dirty and caked in mud, like it had been lying in a ditch for days on end. Where its skin was exposed, Manos could see bloody and rotting flesh. Portions of skin had fallen off and the raw, bleeding muscle underneath was revealed. Its breath wheezed and its joints crack, as if in its charge at Manos it was hurting its own body to move itself forward, propelled by hunger and hunger alone.

Manos turned as quickly as he could to try to jump into the car, but he wasn’t nearly fast enough. Its head lulling forward the zombie snapped its jaw around his left shoulder. Its jaw muscles bled with exertion, trying to tear through his jacket. A few teeth had rotted and decayed to the point that they broke off from the pressure being applied, and while it couldn’t break through the fabric, it still hurt. Every bit of strength this creature had was being used here, no matter how dangerous it was for its own body. Manos cried and thrashed his body back and forth in an effort to shake the zombie off, but he could barely loosen its bite.

Frantic and fighting the pain burning in his shoulder, Manos clenched a hand and threw a desperate punch into the side of the zombie’s skull. His knuckles banged against its head, and the zombie didn’t seem to be too affected by the blow. Grunting and wincing with pain and effort Manos grabbed its shirt and tried to shove it away while wailing more blows down on it. Little by little he felt the monster’s hold on him start to loosen.

Tears welled up in his eyes from the pain. Every punch he threw now was wild and dangerous. His skin over his knuckles broke and his hand ached from hitting what felt like the zombie’s bare skull for this long and this hard. But finally, after feeling its bite slip little by little, the zombie’s mouth was knocked away from his shoulder. The blow of the force sent it falling to the ground and Manos couldn’t hold back the cry of pain that came out of his mouth.

He looked down at the zombie, its head knocked into the pavement, to his hand, his knuckles bloodied and exposed and throbbing and hard to move without an aching pain biting down on it. Manos grabbed the car door with his other hand and yanked it open, flinging his body inside. He accidentally jabbed his hand with his keys as he fished it out of his pocket as fast as he could, shoving it into the ignition. He wasn’t thinking straight, he just wanted to get out of there as fast as he could.

Manos turned the key, and a low sputtering noise creaked out of the car. He turned the key again, and the same noise came out. Again. Same noise. Again. Still no luck. Again.

He heard the car engine suddenly start to rev, cutting off the noise of the zombie a few feet outside groaning and trying to stand back up. Without any hesitation he slammed his foot to the gas and peeled away down the road, the front hood bouncing down on top of the engine.

His hands were both holding the steering wheel in a vice grip, the knuckles on his right hand dripping blood down the back of his palm. Manos sped away without daring to look back in rear view mirror. He didn’t know if that thing was still chasing him or if it had even gotten back up yet. But he did have a good idea of what it was.

It was the dead of a chilly October night.

[lewis-winters]

Day 7: Routine

So far into October and this is the first spoopy entry into my OC-tober challenge? Gasp, a disgrace! Even more so than me cheating and repurposing an old drabble for my own nefarious schemes.

tw: implied child sexual abuse, prostitution, and rape-- only a line or two for all that, but it's there; vampires and all that (bloody) entails

Every night, upon her waking, Talbert dresses her.

They haven't truly talked about it, not in depth. Not after Natalie had given him the rundown of his duties as her familiar, from finding and luring her unsuspecting prey, to serving as her mirror, doing half the work of making her presentable in order to entice and ensnare all those who were unfortunate enough to fall under her spell. In the beginning, a part of her wondered if perhaps a male familiar would find ladies' fashion to be quite difficult to grasp; he, after all, was a proper man’s man, not even a dandy to inspire confidence in any of his skills past all his gentlemanly training. Shooting, hand to hand combat, and boot shining. But Talbert had proven her wrong. Perhaps adept at the dressing of women due to his time spent undressing many to begin with, Natalie had found that, like everything about him, his eye for color and style was near impeccable, and after a few weeks he'd learned all her preferences and felt brave enough to expand beyond her set horizons.

With him, her corsets were never too tight or too loose. Her skirts, always full. And her hair, having been the one thing she'd struggled so long with due to her sorry lack of a reflection, now had a shine to it that, in the gentle moonlight, made it look like spun gold— an observation that she bases entirely on what she's heard poor, clueless men tell her. Talbert, on the other hand, never says anything. He prefers, instead, to step close just to smell it, touch it, care for it, both within their home and when they are out and about, hunting or fabricating closeness for the sake of their marriage ruse. Though he never boasts about it—no doubt in respect for the absolutely dismal state in which he’d found her in—his inability to stay away betrays all of his pride for his handiwork. Natalie allows him some of that vanity, for he is a quick study, and Natalie herself is pleased with his service.

After the initial briefing, no further clarification was needed, and the subject of nudity and the casual intimacy that comes with his duties was never brought up again, any awkwardness immediately melting into nightly routine. Natalie wakes upon the setting of the sun, Talbert fetches her from coffin, and then quietly, efficiently, dresses her for the hunt.

Or, so she tells herself.

His hands shake, sometimes—not with fear. Or with barely concealed disgust. Her keen nose picks up neither of those scents when he not-so accidentally brushes her bare skin, skimming the line of her arm, the smooth planes of her torso as he helps shroud her in the white linen of her chemise. Instead, he reeks of a sort of excitement; arousal and reverence all balled into one. In awe, perhaps, of a creature as powerful as this, making herself pliable and agreeable enough to be his doll in this endeavor. His fingers linger too often—his eyes do, too. Gaze substituting for touch, or vice versa, the weight of both so equal, often times she can barely tell the difference. Buttons on the back of her blouses seem to take eternity to finish, his deft fingers easily distracted by the sweet smell of her hair, whose scent seems to put him in a trance every time, he can barely find the right holes, inching discreetly forward until his chest is pressed to her back, lips inches away from the sensitive skin of her nape, or the tender skin behind the shell of her ear. Sometimes, when he feels bold, he'll leave her stockings and boots for last, kneeling as she sits upon the great red velvet seat he so loves to pamper her in, letting the pads of his fingers stroke the curve of her calf as he pulls her stocking up, up, up, searing a warm line across her skin until it ends with a purposeful caress on the sensitive inside of her thigh. Then, carefully and with great concentration, he’d take his time doing up all her ribbons, from her garters to her boots, into impeccable bows. Once finished, he'd smile at her, dark blue eyes alight.

"Mistress," he'll say, like the word itself is another name for God. Like he should be whispering it into her ear while he takes her, fucks her into the bed with his hands cradling her throat. "My Lady Morse."

Leave it to her familiar to make the act of dressing as seductive as undressing.

Not that Natalie is flustered. Not at all. Though effective on human women, these tactics don't particularly faze her. Not when she knows that it certainly isn't of his own volition, and that if it is, then it's simply a very sloppy means to an end. Talbert isn't the first familiar to look at her like that. Being a creature of the night brings about its own kind of seduction, a particular hypnosis made quite useful in the ensnaring of prey. Humans gravitate toward Natalie like moths to an open flame, and familiars are the foolhardiest of them all, with ambitions to become something bigger and more powerful than their paper wings can carry.

But a familiar is to be rewarded, after all, if their time in the service does not kill them first. Talbert is to become a vampire yet, if Natalie were to find him worthy; and though she has always been a creature of her word, turning many of her familiars upon the tenth winter of their time with her, that has not stopped a great number of them from batting their eyelashes and attempting to seduce her into giving them what they want early.

They always leave once they get it.

Of all of her kind here in New York City, Natalie has learned to deal with the melancholy of goodbye the most. ---

At the end of each night, Talbert undresses her.

This part should be easy—Natalie has always been a messy eater, and every night the blood on her clothes is certainly enough of a reminder to her familiars that she is more than just a pretty thing, a means to an end. Those days are long gone. She's a monster, now. Stronger, faster, infinitely more dangerous than any of them can fathom. No matter how long they've been in her service, watching their wide eyes unable to meet her gaze has always given her some level of satisfaction.

Other times, the foolish ones will look upon her with a hunger of their own, craving the power that runs through her veins and the strength that makes her stand as tall as she does. To them, she is predator, but predator open and vulnerable enough for the taking, if they somehow managed to force her into submission. Those familiars, she never deems worth keeping around, too similar to those from a dozen or so lifetimes ago, with their rough hands, chapped lips, and sharp blade on parts of her she would have never offered to them willingly. Those familiars' blood tastes the most bitter; she never swallows more after the initial bite.

It was much more satisfying watching them slowly bleed out by her feet.

In the beginning, Talbert had fallen in the first camp. Averting his gaze as his shaking hands carefully rid her of the evidence of her meal, mournfully bringing ruined garments to the fire if unsalvageable, and setting aside those that could still be saved. But like his initial clumsiness, that too faded away quickly, and in its place grew a new sort of gaze that she has never quite experienced before—a sort of respectful aversion, like a gentleman might have for a lady. Or a husband for his new bride. The distinction makes her laugh, sometimes. What they are to each other has far transcended that, surely?

Now, he takes her clothes off with less care for the garments themselves, and more for the body that lay beneath. Again, his fingers retrace their earlier steps, the certainty of their caress as reassuring as the gentleness of his gaze, the simple murmurs of observation he makes, about loose buttons and mused muslin. Crushed silk and stained velvet. The blood barely fazes him, now, which Natalie garners some great disappointment from, but she does not let her confusion on the matter stop him from disrobing her until she, once again, stands before him. Naked, devoid of any armor. Any shield. Vulnerable as she had started, once again pliable and agreeable in his hands.

Some nights, quite like tonight, he bathes her.

This part, she likes. Though large bodies of water make her uncomfortable, stirring within her a primal kind of fear that is deeper and older than any of her centuries’ worth of understanding of her existence; still, warm water in elegant, porcelain tubs, smelling faintly of lavender and eucalyptus salts and soaps, has quickly become one of her most favorite things. And to think, she'd lived in a time when baths were only taken once a month for hygiene's sake. A preposterous idea—thank God for modern science. The idea of her past filth makes her want to bathe every day.

She says as much to him, earning her a laugh. "I know you can take the form of a great grim—but can a vampire become a fish?" he asks her in return. Natalie gives him a flick of water in lieu of a reply. Talbert laughs some more.

He handles the sponge expertly; delicately, as to not rub at her skin, but hard enough to thoroughly scrub the dirt off her, leaving her feeling soft and sweet smelling. His fingers, neither rough nor limp, dig into the parts of her that ache with stiffness—her shoulder blades, the lower parts of her back—and she allows herself to melt into his hold. At times, when really called for, he massages oils into her scalp, running those talented fingers through the locks of her hair until finally, he rinses her off. Holds the back of her head with one hand, carefully lowering her into the water, while the other lays, innocuously, upon her chest. A baptism, of sorts. Natalie closes her eyes.

No other familiar has seen her with her eyes closed before.

But then again, no other familiar has ever left her feeling so thoroughly cleansed like Talbert.

Often, when Natalie rises to the surface and opens her eyes, she catches him staring at her. A softness in his gaze that both confuses and scares her in equal measure. At first, she'd wondered if maybe she should punish him for such insolence, but later on found it to be harmless. For whatever softness he must have for her will no doubt be forgotten the second he'd earned his own fangs. Let the boy look, let Natalie revel in his warmth. At least one day, when the beating of his pulse will be replaced with silence, the memory of his heat will remain with her until the ravages of time chose to take that, too.

Talbert wipes her down once she steps out of the tub, helps her again into her simple nightgown, hands warm against the chill of her newly washed skin, and holds her hand until she is safe in her coffin, looking up at his silhouette haloed by the gentle candlelight.

"Sleep well, mistress," he says, reaching down to run a finger over the gentle curve of Natalie's cheek. She closes her eyes to the sensation. "I will be here when you wake."

He lowers the lid. And Natalie sleeps.

[gallavichprompts]

Gallavich ‘5 Things’ February

A Gallavich-themed trope challenge for February (or whenever you’d like to take part!) If you are new to writing or a writer who’s trying to get back into the swing of things - why not try writing some ‘5 things’ drabbles or ficlets (or longer fics if you feel inspired!)

So, what does “5 things” mean?

TV Tropes: “Commonly referred to as "Five Things" and sometimes "Five Times", this is a fanfiction or other fanwork structured in six small "scenes" with an event happening in the first five scenes and then either not happening or happening differently in the last. The title is usually a "Number of Objects" Title: "Five times (event happens) and one time (event either doesn't happen or variation on event happens)". This trope occurs most often in romantic fics, where common titles include "Five times [x] kissed [y] and one time [y] kissed back" or "Five times [x] said 'I love you' and one time he didn't need to."

Fanlore: “The format requires a set of multiple scenes that are related to each other in some way, without necessarily being in the same chronological timeline. The number of 'Things' may vary slightly depending on the work, but five is the most common number. 5+1 Things is an enduringly popular variant.”

And what’s the challenge?

It’s a casual challenge meant to encourage people to get writing more or try writing a different format. There’s no set time to submit fics, or a limit to how short or long the work can be. You can share your work anytime in or after February - tag it with #5thingsfebruary and @gallavichprompts.

While you can write drabbles or ficlets, you can even just write dialogue or description. The format means there’s different ways to write. Long or short, it’s a way to explore different ideas, themes, genres, and tropes in one ‘linked’ format.

There’s a list of Gallavich 5 things prompts under the cut, rounded up from previous prompt posts.

We will be reblogging general 5 + 1 prompts throughout February and you are always welcome to send us prompts too! 

This is not just for sharing new work, feel free to share old 5 things work too!

As many of you know, Mel has written some brilliant 5 +1 things fics! They very kindly shared this great quote with us:

“5+1 is such a fun format - it’s a really unique way to showcase the patterns, themes, and tropes that interest you! i especially love the challenge of mapping out succinct - but whole! - ficlets that fit within the parameters of the prompt. but what’s really great about this format is how customizable it can be! you can tailor it to your own writing style and come away with a really dynamic piece of writing. and they’re so fun to share!” - @gardenerian 💖

For more ‘5 things’ fics by other authors, check out the ao3 - 5+1 things

Prompts under the cut - some are adults only:

Gallavich 5 (+1) Prompt Sets -> Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5

Random Gallavich 5 (+1) Prompts from various prompt sets:

5 firsts Ian and Mickey have post-finale.

5 pictures Ian and Mickey put up in their apartment.

5 things Ian and Mickey learn about each other in their second year of marriage. (Could be likes, dislikes, secrets from the past, wishes for the future, something else)

5 ways things change for Ian and Mickey post-finale (could be happy, sad, bittersweet, or 5 different canon divergent ideas)

5 things that never change for Ian and Mickey post-finale.

5 things they learn about living in the Westside post-finale (could be good things, bad things, weird things etc)

5 times Ian and Mickey were happy instead of sad (take some canon moments and fix them!)

5 times Ian and Mickey communicate (or try to) instead of arguing/fighting.

5 summers they spend together (or apart if you want to go angsty)

5 times Ian and Mickey eat ice-cream/popsicles together. (Or even share them…..)

5 summer vacations they take together. Or their first summer vacation they ever take together.

5 Christmases or Thanksgivings they don’t spend together + 1 they do. (Or vice versa - for this or any of the 5 ones below)

5 Christmas presents they get each other.

5 different pieces of winter clothing they wear over the years.

5 New Years kisses at midnight they never have + 1 they do.

5 cold mornings they wake up together + 1 they don’t.

5 Christmas ornaments that have special meaning + 1 that doesn’t.

5 snowball fights they have.

5 new winter traditions they make together.

5 items of winter clothing they share.

5 times one of them gets cold and the other has to warm them up.

5 times they are cold and alone + 1 time they aren’t because they’re together.

5 times they try a new kink and enjoy it + 1 time they try one that doesn’t do it for them.

5 times they try dirty talk - getting better and better at it each time + 1 time it’s really bad.

5 times Ian is dominant + 1 time Mickey is (or vice versa).

5 times they use handcuffs + 1 time they break a pair.

5 times Mickey is a bossy, power bottom + 1 time Ian is.

5 times they get off on their size difference (could be their heights or other differences in size….).

5 times they explore a different sense - sight, sound, smell, tase, and touch.

5 sex videos they make or 5 kinky pictures they take.

5 nonsexual things/objects that somehow they manage to make sexy/kinky.

5 times they get off on manhandling each other.

5 times they have shower sex + 1 time they have bath sex.

5 times Ian spanks Mickey + 1 time Mickey spanks Ian (or vice versa).

5 times they get messy + 1 time they clean each other up.

5 times they get off on nearly getting caught + 1 time they actually do get caught (and still get off).

5 ways they discover a kink + 1 they don’t have to discover because it’s so obvious.

5 times they make love over the years.

5 times things start off fast and end up slow + 1 time things start off slow and end up fast.

5 times they have sleepy, morning sex.

5 times they get silly or laugh during sex, or have playful sex.

5 times a simple look gets them horny.

5 ways they express their love during sex.

5 random things they find sexy about each other.

5 ways sex accidentally goes wrong + 1 time they manage to keep it together.

5 soft, sexy moments they won’t ever forget.

5 times they are late for something because they can’t keep their hands off each other.

5 times manhandling leads to sex.

5 times they fool around in the pool + 1 time they get caught.

5 Halloween costumes they never wear + 1 they do.

5 scary truths or dares they challenge each other.

5 Halloween costumes they do wear over the years + 1 they don’t.

5 Halloweens they spend with their kid(s).

5 Halloweens they spend apart + 1 they spend together. (Or vice versa.)

5 spooky or scary moments they have have over the years + one that they think is spooky/scary but actually isn’t.

5 Halloween parties they never meet at + 1 they do.

5 pumpkins they carve or pumpkin themed food they eat over the years.

5 pranks they play on each other or ways they scare each other + 1 time their prank/scare doesn’t work.

5 times they share some Halloween candy + 1 time they don’t.

5 times one comforts the other when they have a nightmare.

5 scary movies they watch together + 1 not so scary but Halloween themed movie they watch.

5 moments in the moonlight + 1 at exactly midnight.

5 weird/random things Ian or Mickey are scared of.

5 times they never see a ghost + 1 time they probably do.

5 ways they never meet as monsters or fantasy creatures.

5 silly Halloween jokes/puns Ian makes that Mickey tries not to laugh at + 1 he can’t stop laughing at.

[vicious-vixxxen]

Drabble Interest Check #1

So just a quick recap, refer to my previous post for a more in depth explanation- I wanna start sharing some drabbles I write more off of a whim, when idea’s hit me really suddenly, and I just start writing them down, and they never turn into much afterwards.  But, I thought if I shared them with you guy’s, maybe they’d prompt some inspo to request more, to turn them into full fics, with a full story- as most of my drabbles spawn from me thinking of one specific scenario, and building off of it a bit until I get to a drabble length- or more, as this one is nearly 2K lol don’t ask me how, I was super into it as I was writing.  Or urge me to try and and add a real start and finish to them, so put out as full fic’s myself. I also think these drabbles will give you a guys a better idea of what I like to write, what I'm willing to write, and what I'm open to writing. As my drabbles usually hit more angst and nsfw/kink notes. ‘Problematic’ or otherwise. I’ll add some notes to the end of the fic to give an idea of what I had in mind with this drabble, and go more in depth on that. But here it is, I'm actually very proud of this one, and hope to figure out how to finish it at some point.  Established Enji Todoroki X Male!Reader Additionally: Natsuo Todoroki x Male!Reader angst, unrequited love (or is it? ;3))

Shuffling into the kitchen, you grimaced as the carpet turned to cold, hard tile below your feet- wrapping your arms around yourself as you did your best to stay quiet, rummaging around the Todoroki kitchen for some snacks. You’d woken up restless, your stomach growling, and after prying yourself from underneath Enji’s death grip, you’d worked up quite the appetite. The soft sizzle of pork on the stove could be heard soon enough. Not too loud, but that, alongside the soft beeping of the rice cooker, and the delicious scent of your cooking wafting across the lower levels of the house, are what woke Natsuo from a fitful sleep. Rubbing both of his eyes with his fists, Natsuo yawned. Brow lifted in question as he sniffed the air, and checked the clock. Who the hell was cooking at two in the morning?

 Legs swinging off the bed, he stuffed his feet in his house shoes, and set off towards the kitchen. Yawning as he went, lifting up his shirt briefly to rub at his stomach, as he came to a stop in the kitchen doorway. The scents pouring out of it pulling a soft moan from his lips, his stomach twisting with want.

Though not just for food anymore. Not when he saw you moving swiftly around the kitchen, like you’d cooked there your whole life. Trying to be silent, but humming under your breath quietly. Clad in nothing but a pair of sleep shorts...and one of Natsuo’s fathers much larger shirts. The younger Todoroki resisted the urge to roll his eyes, ignoring the steering jealousy that raged within him, in favor of whistling lowly, catching your eye, and offering you a shake of his head, and a soft smile as he moved around the island, towards you. You had enough sense to at least look apologetic, though Natsuo quickly shrugged it off, coming around to inspect your cooking briefly, before allowing himself to be dragged into a hug by you. Something he could vaguely recall being off put by, the first time his father had introduced you to them all. Your affection. Your ability to be so close in so little time. Trusting, caring, sweet, kind. Intimate touch of any kind was something Natsuo had rejected all his life- well, when he could start rejecting it- as his own advances for comfort and touch as a child had been snuffed out quickly. Point being, it had taken him a while for him to come around to you being so...hands on, with him. Seeing you be so hands on with his siblings. It settled something, deep within himself, he hadn’t wanted to acknowledge even existed, but it helped. It helped a lot. Though now, Natsuo rationed quietly in his own mind...now maybe he took things too far. His hands slung around your waist, your arms around Natsuo’s neck- hands in his soft, white hair, face in the boy's neck, where it would usually be pressed to Enji’s chest. You and Natsuo were almost the same height, though Natsuo had you beat on mass- taking after his father already, broad shouldered: muscular. Handsome. He was going to be a fine young man some day...he already was, really. An uncomfortable flip of your stomach followed as Natsuo nuzzled into your neck- and you were quick to pull back slowly after, patting the boys chest with a smile, looking up at him through your lashes briefly, before turning to the stove to flip the cuts of pork in the pan. “Are you hungry?” You whispered, almost conspiratorially, grinning as Natsuo blushed, laughing under his breath, before nodding. “Good. Grab two bowls, it’s almost finished.” You both ate in relative silence, only your contented sighs, and Natsuo’s soft affirmations of how good the food was. As always. You even had Fuyumi beat when it came to certain dishes. Though he’d never tell his sister that. When the food was gone, and all that were left were empty plates, you lead Natsuo back to the large family room, adjacent to the kitchen, both of you taking seats on either side of the love seat/ feet tangled together under a blanket you threw over you both, before dissolving into random, half asleep conversation. Stomachs full, bodies warm, and pliable. Your eyes closed as you recalled something from your childhood- natsuo suddenly wide awake, as his eyes drifted down over your neck, counting your freckles, and blushing as His fathers shirt rode down far enough to see some of your chest hair, and the definition between your pecs. God you were handsome, Natsuo thought, consumed with the need to lean over and press his face info your chest. Rip his fathers shirt off of you, and swaddle you in one of his collegiate sweatshirts instead. It would keep you warm so much better. Plus, Natsuo thought suddenly, heatedly: you’d just look good in something of his. The icy blue of Natsuo’s color palette reflected in your eyes. God... “Natsuo?” You called across to him, snapping the younger man out of his daydreaming- a deep crimson flushing down over his pale cheeks, as the younger Todoroki averted his gaze, and rubbed at his neck. “Sorry, I just...I got...I was somewhere else, for a moment. I apologize.” Natsuo finally stuttered out gruffly, staring off at the corner of the wall, trying to calm his thoughts. But they were swarming now, insistent, /fiery/, burning up his chest, and his mind. “It’s alright, I-“ “why-“ Natsuo caught himself, biting his tongue as he cut you off, feeling embarrassed. You paused, smiling and shaking your head as you motioned for the man to continue. 

“....why are you with my father?” Natsuo finally asked. Voice soft, hesitant. But firm enough that it was clear he was demanding an answer this time. Because he’d asked this very same question just weeks after first meeting you. When you’d fixed the young man with a knowing gaze, rested a hand on his chest, and simply said “because I like him”. Natsuo couldn’t fathom anyone so much as tolerating his father, let alone liking him. So it was a bit jarring, to say the least. “Do we really have to go over this again?” Ah, Natsuo thought. So you remembered that too. “My father could live a thousand lives atoning for what he’s done, and it would never be enough to deserve someone like you,” Natsuo said, voice heavier now, a little louder, breaking the quiet space you’d created there on the sofa together. Gaze directly on you now. Your eyes. Your gorgeous eyes that looked at his father with such admiration, that it made Natsuo ill sometimes to bear witness to it. “You are not the sole keeper of your fathers misgivings, Natsuo. He hasn’t just hurt you. Whether you choose to see and actively acknowledge the man he’s trying to become, is on you, and I won’t force your hand or try and tell you how you should feel. But don’t question my love for your father, because it’s just that: mine.” You matched the young man's tone, voice even, and soft, yet affirmative- leaving no room for argument. Though Natsuo seemed to want to test that. “So you love the old man then, huh? You really love him?” Natsuo urged, sitting up suddenly, much closer now as you stared. “Not that it is any of your business, but yes, Natsuo, yes. I’m in love with your father, and I see myself living a long and happy life with him. Getting married, settling down, having-“ “having what? Kids?!” Natsuo questioned, eyes wide as he stared at you. You paused, wondering if this was a conversation you should be having with Enji at your side. Natsuo was sweet, and soft spoken- when it was with anyone who wasn’t his father, that is, since that usually resulted in a shouting match between the two. Now though, he was feeling combative apparently- questioning your decisions, which you didn’t appreciate in the slightest. “Please tell me you’re not stupid enough to want to have /children/ with that man?” Natsuo urged, half desperate, half pleading, as he sat up on his knees, nearly towering over you now as you looked down on you. “Watch. Your. Tone.” You warned him, sitting up so you were on even level again, noses nearly brushing as you did so. “Your father may put up with your snippy, accusatory remarks because he thinks allowing you to walk over him will somehow bring you two closer together, but I sure as fuck won’t.” Your cursing nearly made Natsuo flinch out of pure guilt, but he stood his ground. “You’re fooling yourself if you think he’d be any different with your kids. Look at how we turned out! Is that what you want for your own children? A childhood of solicitude and abuse, to feel unwanted, and uncared for? To wonder every night when they go to bed why their father doesn’t love them?! Is that what you want!” Natsuo was shouting now, panic rising in his throat, and you suddenly felt wholly unprepared for this conversation. “I’ll be damned if I allow that sorry excuse of a man and a father, to think about bringing up new children. Robbing you of your chance to have a real partner by your side. Someone to help you care for, and love your children. You...you deserve so much better than him, I don’t understand.” Natsuo was holding back tears now, chest heaving as he breathed, and you couldn’t take it. Gathering him up in your arms, you brought the man in for a tight hug. Cradling him in, and rubbing his back as he began to cry, mumbling nonsense into your neck as you just held him, and closed your eyes, willing back your own tears as you bared witness to something for the first time: the result of Enji’s fathering. Or, your brain offered up weakly: the lack thereof. Even more so...his abuse. Here you were, experiencing the aftermath first hand, and it made your heart hurt so deeply, and your mind race. You wanted to beat the shit out of Enji for doing this to Natsuo, but what could be done about it now? Enji was trying, he was trying so hard every day. But Natsuo was clinging to his hate, and his anger, and his fears, and who were you to tell him he should let them go? At least this way, you rationalized, you could be there for him when they became too much. “I didn’t mean to upset you. Im sorry,” you whispered into his hair, raking your fingers through it as Natsuo shuddered through another sob, and shook his head in your chest. “I'm so sorry, Natsuo. I’m so, so sorry.” He mumbled something then, body tense, refusing to be pulled back to see your face, even as you tried. “What?” You asked quietly, tilting your head to hear him better. “Do you love /us/?” ‘Me’. Do you love me he’d asked first, you realized, and your heart beat sped up as you did your best to squeeze Natsuo impossibly tighter- head in his hair as you nodded. “I love you all so much. Fuyumi, Shoto. I have love for your mother, and for Toya. And I love you, Natsuo, I love you so much. I’m honored to be able to call you my family now. I do love you,” you reassured him, shushing him quietly through a new set of sobs, before tensing when Natsuo suddenly sat up, hot breath and humid, tear stains cheeks ghosting across your face as icy grey eyes met yours. He was nearly panting with the effort to stop his crying, clearly looking for something as he stared at you, before he was leaning forward and smashing your lips together in a heated, desperate kiss.

thus concludes the drabble, now on to the end notes lol

So yeah, that’s it lol, lemme know what you guys think? The plan for this originally was to have some sort of double todoroki x male!reader endgame, where he’d end up with both Enji and Natsuo, by some means. Though not without a fair bit more angst thrown in. Arguments, fighting, etc etc. But I did wanna have them all three be endgame someway or another.  Which, yes, would include incest. Whether direct or indirect, cuz one could make the argument they’re sort of just dating the same person, which is also fine- cuz it’s adorable to me, but they’d all be fucking at some point, even if most of the attention is solely on the male reader, it would happen. That’s part of the big reason I wanna do this drabble interest checks, because they give you a glimpse into my problematic mind, and you can decide for yourselves if you wanna stick around and be a part of it, or leave.  Not to say poly relationships are problematic in the slightest, of course- I adore poly ships, and hope to write some in the future- but incest? Boy howdy.  But I love it sksksk >;3  So lemme know what you guy’s think of this fic! If you want to see it continued, if so, how so?  Feel free to ask me anon or otherwise about kink and dynamics, sfw or nsfw, if you’d like too. I’m gonna make an updated kink list with kinks I will be writing about eventually, so you can decide to stick around and see them, or show yourself out so they don’t bother you. My space is mine, so I will not be responding to, or entertaining people who want to be upset about them, or disagree with my tastes. It’ll get you nowhere, telling you right now.  But yeah. Lemme know guys. <3 Vixen

[jobean12-blog]

Tongue Tied

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Word Count: 781

Summary: Bucky catches you (his secret crush) on your way out with the girls and he gets tongue tied ;) 

Author’s Note: This is for the HBC’s @the-ss-horniest-book-club​ continuation of drunk drabbles and the lovely prompt below from my amazing friend @randomfandompenguin​ I really hope you enjoy this and what a beautiful dress! PS here is the link to The Raines Law Room if you want to check it out! :) Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤❤❤

And this is the dress 😍

Warnings: a flustered and adorable Bucky, lots of laughs and fun, sweet fluff :)

“I don’t know Nat. Are you sure I look ok?” you ask, smoothing your hands down the front of the dark green fitted dress. Nat slides up behind you a raises a perfectly manicured brow. “Listen to me. You look amazing,” she says as she fixes a stray strand of your hair.  “And you know I don’t lie,” she reminds you.

With one last check on your lipstick, you grab your bag and head out of your room. Nat and Wanda are waiting by the elevator and giggling about something. “Ok, I’m ready ladies. Let’s go!” The shrill sounds of several whistles get your attention, and you look over your shoulder to see Sam, Steve and Bucky standing in the kitchen.

“Wow. Don’t you ladies look incredible tonight,” Sam croons, smirking your way. Bucky is playing some game on his phone and hasn’t looked up yet. “I need a cold drink,” Steve teases, walking to the fridge. “Hey Buck, you want something to drink?” Bucky finally looks up, his eyes landing on you.

His gaze wanders over your form from the tips of your heeled toes right to the top of your head. “I’ll um…yea. I’m hungry. Did you say pizza?” he chokes out. Sam swings around and gives Steve the eyebrow. “Who said anything about pizza Barnes? What the hell are you going on about?” Sam asks, clearly amused.

“What?” Bucky replies, his eyes still glued to you. “I said no. I mean yes. I want pizza.” Steve throws his arm around Bucky’s shoulder, his grin wide and victorious as he laughs, “no one said a word about pizza Buck. I asked if you wanted a drink.”

Bucky manages to drag his eyes away from you long enough to glance at Steve. “Yea, I need something cold,” he tells him. “Where are you girls off to all dolled up?” Sam asks. “We’re going to The Raines Law Room in Midtown,” you answer, your eyes drifting back to Bucky who is staring again.

“That sounds fun,” Bucky chimes in, “what is it? Like a bar?” Sam and Steve try to hold back their laughter, but they fail miserably. Bucky hardly notices. “It’s a speakeasy actually,” you explain, smiling softly. “That sounds fun,” he says again, and you giggle. “You said that already Buck,” Steve taunts, elbowing Sam in the side and grinning.

“Said what?” Bucky asks, not looking at either of the guys.  “You said “that sounds fun” twice,” Sam snickers. Bucky’s eyes do nothing to hide his obvious appreciation for how you look as he keeps his gaze settled on you. “Oh,” is all he manages to say quietly.

Deciding Bucky should continue to make a fool of himself without an audience, Steve suggests he and Sam escort Wanda and Nat to the door. “We’ll meet you downstairs,” Wanda says with a knowing look. You stand by the elevator and wait for Bucky to speak.

“So, a…uh, speakeasy huh?” he asks, fiddling with his phone. You walk a bit closer and rest your elbows on the other end of the island. “Yes and they even have some drinks that give a nod to old fashioned cocktails. You might know something about that.”

You step around the island and walk closer. Bucky drops his phone to the floor. He bends down to pick it up and by the time he sits back up you’re standing next to him. “Know something about what?” he blurts out. “Old fashioned drinks,” you say sweetly.

“You look stunning doll,” he breathes out, his eyes dropping to your lips. “What does that have to do with drinks?” you ask coyly. “Who said anything about drinks?” he asks with confusion as his fingers reach up and tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

Your breath hitches as his thumb caresses your cheek. His fingers curl around your jaw and tilt your head closer. “I’m going to kiss you now,” he whispers, his lips mere inches from yours. Your eyes flutter closed and your pleading “yes” can barely be heard in the small space between you.

“HEY BARNES, DID YOU MAKE…” Steve’s hand slaps over Sam’s mouth so hard he stumbles backward and the two of them bang into the wall. Neither you nor Bucky pay them any mind as he closes the gap and steals your breath with a searing kiss.

“Fucking finally,” Sam mumbles from underneath Steve’s hand before he licks it, causing Steve to yell out and pull away. “I’m gonna kick your ass Wilson!” Steve shouts and starts after Sam who is already halfway down the hall. You and Bucky are still lip locked, completely oblivious to anything else happening around you.  

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Getting Back Into A WIP After A Long Break

Hey, y’all! I thought this would be a super fitting post to bring back as I have just come back from a long break, and I feel like I’m the Queen of Long Breaks. I also have been taking a little break from writing as well, but taking a break has taught me that honestly everyone should take a break every now and then. Especially with events like Camp Nano going on, I feel like there’s so much pressure to write every day or hit a certain word count, but honestly, sometimes you write your best stuff after taking a little while to step away from your work, so here are some tips on how to get back into your WIP. These little tips and tricks have helped me out so much, so I hope that they can help y’all out too! 

Read Books

I feel like reading books is on like every single list of writing advice ever. Writer’s block? Read books. Need inspiration? Read books. In conclusion, reading books fixes everything, imo. I read so much more than I normally do during my little break. I normally only read fantasy and/or historical fiction which was really helpful because my current wip is high-fantasy with some historical influence. Reading books in the same genre gave me so many ideas for what I wanted to write and helped me see what works and what doesn’t in those types of stories. But, from my experience reading any kind of story fuels your creative juices and can give you so much inspiration for writing your story! 

Read Your Old Writing 

This can be really really painful sometimes because sometimes you think, oh my god, ten year old me must have been on cocaine because what the actual living hell is this? Or..... after you read the total abomination that was the story you’re pretty sure you plagiarized from the vampire diaries, you look up and realize, huh, I can actually write my own original stories now. Things can only go up from here! Which is how I end up feeling most of the time. Reading stories I wrote when I was ten or that I wrote two years ago, compared to things I’m writing now, motivates me beyond belief. If I used to be that bad of a writer, but now I’m decently good, surely I can get even better, but I can only get better if I get back to writing my WIP!

Be Kind To Yourself 

That’s the lesson I’ve learned the most throughout this break. Being kind to yourself is essential to getting back into anything you’ve taken a long break from, especially writing. I love biking. After I’ve stopped biking for a little while, I can’t go on a ten mile bike immediately. That would be pretty silly of me because my body isn’t used to it anymore and my leg muscles would get like really tired really fast.. I start with a few days of a two mile, then a five mile, then a seven mile, and then a ten mile bike. Writing is kind of like that. You shouldn’t try to jump in and write 5,000 words after you’ve stopped writing for a month or two. You should ease back into things because just like leg muscles with biking your writing muscles need time to get back into it. 

Start A Drabble Notebook

I started a drabble notebook for my WIP, and oh my god it was one of the best decisions I’ve ever made in my entire life! I have my little pink moleskin, and I write random drabbles for my stories in it. None of the things I write in the notebook are necessarily canon for my story. Lots of times I just write with little prompts I found online or with random AUs that I like writing about. Drabbles are normally 100 words, but it’s kind of hard to count out 100 words when I’m handwriting and not really thinking about it, so I just say that nothing can be longer than two pages. It really helps me get back into writing because I’m not worried about eventually editing something or writing something specifically for the story with all of the world-building and things that go along it. I’m just writing whatever I feel inspired to write at the moment. 

[pinky-the-elephant-room]

SapioSexual

★☆ AN: So, this prompt is dedicated to anyone attracted to nerds and science. Look I’m terrible at chemistry so I made Kuroo a jack of all trades while still being ace at chemistry. Also, thanks to @succulent-momma​ and @drabbles-blurbs-words​ for editing this for me.

★☆ Summary: It’s not Kuroo’s fault, not really. It’s not his fault that every time he opened his mouth to talk like that you just wanted to throw yourself at him. 

★☆ Warning: Explicit sex, Size Kink, and Rough sex. Read at your own discretion. Kuroo x Fem Reader. 

★☆ ★☆ ★☆ ★☆ ★☆ ★☆ 

Kuroo considered himself fairly handsome and was well-liked by most people. Except by his teammates who nicknamed him "demon captain". And of course, Kenma who would frequently throw some jabs his way. But he was nice to girls. In fact, he was a gentleman to every girl he met, only accompanied by mild playful teasing when the moment required it. Most girls, in his humble opinion, wanted his attention and frankly desired to date him. Except for Y/N.

He would never forget that particular day in 2nd year when she turned him down in front of his team. Kuroo and Kenma were heading home after volleyball practice accompanied by Yaku and Yamamoto, who were heading out as well.

Kuroo, noticing Y/N, called out, "Y/N-chan!"

Y/N turned around to see Kuroo waving at her, to which she only frowned in return.

"So, Y/N-chan, when are you going to take up on my offer of going on a date soon?"

"Over my dead body," she murmured before flouncing away.

Yaku had burst out laughing, enjoying Kuroo's embarrassment. Yamamoto tried to spare his senpai's feelings knowing the pain of being rejected all too well. But it was just too satisfying to watch smug Kuroo get turned down. Yamamoto collapsed in howling fits. Kuroo could even see Kenma hiding a smirk underneath his long bangs while trying and failing to look absorbed in his PSP.

She perplexed the hell out of him. He didn't understand where he went wrong with Y/N. In fact, she only displayed uninterest most of the time he attempted to talk to her.

★☆ ★☆

  However, he finally started making headway in his third year. Y/N, lo and behold, was in his class. Making it easier for him to talk to her. She was resistant to his efforts at first, but one particular day she let her guard down.

"Y/N-chan, how did you do on your chemistry test?" he inquired, looking at his 98.

He could feel her glare, and so Kuroo looked up to shoot a smirk at her.

"An 85. Probably better than your score," she huffed.

"Not today, sweetheart. Looks like I win." He sat back in his chair and radiated smugness.

Y/N leaned over from her chair to look at his score, and he could see her eyes widen in shock.

"How? You had two practice matches this week against rival schools back to back! When did you get the time to study?" Y/N blurted out.

"I'm flattered you know so much about my schedule."

She avoided eye contact and cleared her throat. "Don't get it twisted. It's hard not to know when that's all you've talked about for two weeks."

Kuroo's smirk just got bigger. "And here I thought you don't listen to poor old me. I'm smarter than you think I am. I don't need to study a lot to get adequate grades."

Y/N seemed a bit incredulous.

"Then why isn't your rank higher?" she challenged.

"Well, we can't all be ranked second like you. But you're right. My rank could be better if I tried more. But I don't need to because my grades just have to be good enough to play volleyball and get into a decent university. It's not like I'm going to be a doctor."

Y/N stared at him for a moment before requesting if she could look at his test to see what she did wrong. Kuroo shrugged and gave it to her.

He could feel Y/N's inquisitive gaze on him the rest of the day. But every time he turned to see, her long dark hair hid her face. It was puzzling, to say the least.

As the bell rang and he was about to leave for volleyball practice, Y/N stopped him.

"Kuroo, next time there's a chemistry test can we study together?" she asked him almost shyly.

A bit dazed by her request, he only nodded, to which she responded with, "great! See you tomorrow."

  ★☆ ★☆

Days began to fly by with Y/N still somehow talking to him, their topics ranging from academic to inane intellectual discussions.

"Ne Kuroo, do you think there's any truth to Jurassic Park? Like theoretically, can we bring back dinosaurs?" she asked him one morning after biology.

He blinked at the question and put his mechanical pencil down. Y/N reminded him too much of a particular beanpole dinosaur enthusiast in that moment.

"Not really. Because think about it, not only would we need to have a perfect DNA replica to duplicate, meaning the bullshit explanation from the movie of filling the missing DNA structures with DNA from modern species wouldn't work. But we would also need to recreate the environment these creatures thrived in. The current Earth right now is colder than they're used to. Then we would also have to recreate the same food sources. These dinosaurs didn't evolve to eat grass or cows. Plain and simple, they wouldn't survive."

Y/N's face brightened. "Exactly! Oh, and did you see the new dinosaur they discovered in Hokkaido? It's called Kamuysaurus. It's a different species of Hadrosaurid." She continued enthusiastically explaining to him what made the Kamuysaurus different from other Hadrosaurid species. It was kind of boring, to be honest; he wasn't much of a dinosaur fan, but he listened intently, feeling satisfied knowing that Y/N's attention was solely on him.

   ★☆ ★☆

The next week as Kuroo was walking home with Kenma, he noticed Y/N going inside a bookstore.

"Kenma, I'm going to go ahead, alright?" Kuroo said as he watched Y/N curiously.

Kenma looked up to see Kuroo staring at Y/N. "She's just going to yell at you again."

"Don't worry; I got it handled. See you tomorrow." Without waiting to hear his childhood friend's response, Kuroo ran to catch up to her before she left the store.

The store's bell jingled, and an employee welcomed him inside. He walked around for a bit before finally finding Y/N in the back, intensely reading a book. He walked up behind her and placed his hand on her shoulder.

Y/N jumped and let out a squeak. She relaxed, seeing his smirking face "Kami-sama! Kuroo, don't do that! You scared the crap out of me!"

He chuckled at her reaction and stepped closer into her personal space. Looking over her shoulder to catch a glimpse of what she was reading.

"Stars and constellations? Since when are you into astronomy?" he asked.

"Well, it's a fairly new hobby. Chichiue and I are planning a trip to the mountains to chart stars. I thought it would help me to know what we are looking at."

She tried to move away to put some space between them, but he just grabbed her waist and rested his chin on her shoulder.

"Hmm, need some help?"

She turned around and cocked her eyebrow at him. "Let me guess you know some things about astronomy too?"

He just ignored the sarcasm in her voice before going on a tangent. "Well, did you know at the center of every galaxy is a gigantic black hole that is gradually sucking everything inside? That's how we got the image of a swirling galaxy that we know today. Just in the Milky Way alone, there's about ten million to a billion other smaller black holes."

Kuroo stopped to glance at Y/N, who was looking back at him keenly, before continuing.

"And the name of the supermassive black hole at the center of our galaxy is-"

"Sagittarius A," Y/N finished almost breathlessly.

Kuroo joked, "guess you also know some things about astron-"

He failed to complete his sentence when Y/N yanked him down by his school uniform and captured his lips. Her kiss was harsh and greedy as she tried to swallow him whole. He reached over and lifted Y/N to steady her against the bookshelf. He separated for a moment to observe her, captivated as her ample chest heaved up and down.

"Kuroo," she whimpered out while clutching his school uniform.

Y/N grabbed his red tie and tugged him closer. Unable to deny her, he slanted his lips over hers.

 Kuroo was honestly so confused; why was she kissing him in a bookstore of all places? Did she have feelings for him? He supposed she had to have felt some attraction. Otherwise, she wouldn't have jumped him in the middle of a conversation. But if she did, when did it began and how? Because as far as he knew, nothing about himself had changed except they were talking more than usual. Their previous conversations included him being flirty and Y/N doing her best to walk away. But now they could spend hours arguing over their shared answers on their organic chemistry homework.

Still, all those questions disappeared when he felt her tongue intertwine with his and suck. Letting out a groan, he pressed her harder against the shelves and bucked. Y/N gasped and grinded back against his clothed cock. Kuroo could feel his member stirring at the soft sounds she was letting out despite gnawing on her lips. She was impatiently trying to rub against him, unable to get a satisfying rhythm.

"Here…here," he urged, grabbing her legs and tugging them around his waist.

She complied and clutched him closer before reigniting their kiss. Y/N was just so impatient and greedy, she coaxed him to get rougher by nibbling on his lower lip.

"Fuck, sweetheart. Do you always get so needy?" he panted.

He needed a minute. Just a minute to get himself together. Because if he made contact with her hot cunt one more time, Kuroo was going to lose it. He was going pull her panties to the side before plunging his hard cock inside of her. And he didn't think getting disciplined for obscenity in a public place was something either of them could afford right now.

SLAM!

The two of them startled and pulled apart to hear a customer apologizing to the bookstore's employee. A book was dropped on the floor.

He reluctantly lowered Y/N back on the floor and let her go. Y/N was looking anywhere but at him, as she tried to fix her appearance and make herself look presentable again.

Kuroo stepped forward. "Let me."

Y/N just nodded as she looked at the floor. He raised her chin to gaze into her eyes as he fixed her long-ruffled strands of hair.

"There. Perfect." His words meaning more than what he implied.

Kuroo waited for her as she paid for her astronomy book and followed her outside.

"Kuroo, it's still early. Do you wanna grab something to eat?" she asked once both had stepped out.

He blinked at her question, wondering if this was a date but decided to not let the chance slip by.

"Sure, I know the perfect place." He grabbed her hand and ignored her flustered pleas to let her hand go.

By the time they arrived at their destination, Kuroo had noticed Y/N had stopped all her protests. Finally, feeling relaxed and secure in his presence.

 ★☆ ★☆

Several months and dates later, Kuroo and Y/N found themselves at his house while studying for an upcoming chemistry exam.

"So, almost all stoichiometry problems can be solved in four simple steps. First, you balance the equation. Convert the units of the given substance to moles. Then calculate the moles of substance yielded by the reaction. Finally, convert the moles of the substance to the desired units. Sounds easy enough, right?" Kuroo asked, looking up from his notes to see Y/N eyeing her worksheet nervously.

"I-I'm going to be honest with you. I have no idea what any of that means," she grumbled.

He grabbed Y/N and pulled her close to him on the bed they were both occupying.

"Here. Watch me do it, and then if you have any questions, let me know."

Kuroo went through the process slowly. When he finished, he looked up to see Y/N gazing at him earnestly with a prominent flush on her face.

He stared back curiously, not understanding why Y/N was peering at him like that. Usually, she gave him those looks when she watched him play volleyball or if he acted particularly sweet that day. He shouldn't have been that surprised when she shoved her worksheet aside and pounced on him.

Y/N desperately clung and kissed him thoroughly.

"W-wait Y/N. We still have work to do," he gasped while turning his face away.

She didn't seem too perturbed and instead started nibbling his slender neck instead.

Hang on, why was he hesitating if there was a willing and rutting girl on top of him?

Kuroo tried to grasp her waist tightly and switch their position. But Y/N was having none of it and pushed his grabby hands away.  She swung her leg over his waist and pushed him down. With her position, her skirt had ridden up and showed off her legs. He couldn't help it as he caressed her silky-smooth skin and started making his way up her skirt. But before he could touch her lacey panties, she once again shoved his hand away.  Y/N carefully steadied herself and started rocking against his jeans.

It didn't take long before his dick started stirring with Y/N grinding on top of him. Trying not to upset Y/N's pace, he carefully unbuttoned her lacey blouse to expose her black bra. Kuroo shoved off the garment off her shoulders so he could knead her breasts through the cotton bra. Perhaps she got impatient from the lack of friction because soon enough, Y/N was unzipping his jeans and pulling out his dick. She pumped it a few times and asked Kuroo to help. While she was getting his dick hard, Kuroo pulled down her panties. She lined up him up quite nicely.

Y/N quickly rammed his cock inside of her, so fast that Kuroo almost missed the pained whimper from her mouth.

"Oy, slow down," he groaned while feeling her walls constrict around him. Kuroo tried to remove himself from her embrace, but she held onto his hips tightly. She started pushing herself up and down on top of him, letting out whimpers at the feeling of being so full.

He could feel her slick building up from the added ministrations and coating his length, making it easier for her to descend on him. Still, it was a tight fit. Bordering on pain and pleasure. He could see the tears in her eyes, so Kuroo once again tried to get her to slow down.

"Sweetheart, we got all the time in the world."

"Tetsu, I.. I need you so badly," she moaned while simultaneously shoving the rest of him inside her.

"Fuck!" he let out after seeing her be filled to the brim and her mound connecting with his pubic.

Y/N was a panting and crying mess, trying to accommodate a cock that was clearly too big for her.

He felt a little ashamed and guilty for liking the way she looked on top of him. But sex with Y/N was always so nasty and filthy. He remembered vividly how desperately she begged for him to take her virginity after school one day. So, Kuroo cut his practice short (the one rare time he did) and took her to the nearest love hotel where he proceeded to fuck her senseless for an hour straight. Still, he remembered feeling despaired afterward because he had wanted to make love after a romantic date for her first time.

His musing got cut short when Y/N started bouncing on his cock mercilessly. She let out choked sobs each time she slammed back down. The bedsprings began squeaking, and the frame of the bed banged against the wall. So much so he would no doubt have to explain about the dent later to his parents.

Soon enough, he could see Y/N becoming tired, her breathing becoming more and more labored.

She begged, "Tetsu, help me."

"I don't know, Y/N. You got yourself in this mess-" Kuroo let out a loud groan when he felt Y/N purposely squeezing his cock.

Kuroo pulled the cups of her bra down to reveal her heaving chest. He sat up on his forearms to thoroughly suck the peaked breasts while keeping one hand on her hips to control the thrusts. The wild bouncing was now replaced with rhythmic rocking. He knew from experience that she liked to stimulate her clit along with penetration. So, each time he entered her, Kuroo held her hips still so he could grind against her more. It worked, her body started shaking and becoming restless from the extra stimulation.

"Tetsu, I-I'm…" she didn't finish her sentence.

"Fuck, I can feel you milking me. Shit, that n-never gets old," he replied, feeling helpless as her orgasm spiraled out of control.

Feeling that the opportunity now was perfect, he quickly reversed their position. Kuroo rammed his cock back inside of her and made sure to rest her ankles on his shoulders. He had to bend a little to make sure his taller height was able to accommodate her. But the position was perfect for deeper penetration, especially when he pressed his chest against the back of her thighs. Y/N was still sensitive from her previous orgasm, so she only got louder and louder from the new angle. He covered her mouth with his hand; however, her muffled sobs were only subdued to a point. Her keening was still audible to anyone who might pass by his room. He let out a grunt when their bodies connected, creating a loud wet slap that only served to turn him on further. No longer able to hold back, Kuroo didn't stop himself from the telltale signs of his own impending pleasure. The base of his cock tightened, and he came inside of her.

He moaned and let Y/N go, settling his face nicely on top of her sweaty and warm chest. Kuroo thanked whatever deity out there that Y/N had been on birth control since their first time. He had the privilege of hitting it raw and hopefully would continue to do so until she said otherwise.

The two laid side by side for a couple of minutes, trying to catch their breaths before he turned on his side and clutched her closer.

Kuroo grabbed Y/N's face and started peppering it with quick kisses, "I love you. I love you so much. You did so good, baby."

Y/N was too tired to participate, so she returned the kisses halfheartedly.

"Not that I mind, babe. But what was that about? I thought we were supposed to be studying," he teased with a smirk.

Y/N shrugged and replied, "I think intelligence is sexy and a turn on."

The smirk on his face crumbled, and he facepalmed.

Y/N frowned at him. "What's wrong?"

"You shouldn't have told me that. Now we will never get any studying done," he replied with a groan.

[uchihasakurawrites]

Of T-Shirts and Monsoons

Rating: T for language

Summary: In which Sasuke proposes to a fuming Sakura in a cave in the middle of Rain. 

Word Count: 2,243

A/N: Hello everyone! It’s been about seven years since I last wrote for this fandom (or wrote creatively at all, really). This random idea popped into my head while I was watching old SasuSaku AMVs, and I just thought I’d go for it! I have a few ideas for longer SasuSaku fics, so I wanted to test out a few drabbles/oneshots to shake off some of the rust since it’s been a while. Let me know what you think! Also feel free to send prompts my way. This was done in about an hour, but I hope you enjoy~

Cross posted on Ao3 and Fanfiction.net

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Sakura was fuming as she stomped into the cave, ignoring Sasuke’s wary gaze as she slung her pack to the ground with enough force to create fine cracks in the stone beneath it. She stripped out of her blood-and-rain soaked jonin vest and tossed it equally as haphazardly to the side, not sparing a glance to where it landed with a decided thwack. Sasuke rubbed the bridge of his nose and made quick work of using a small katon to set a small fire in the back of the cave. Typically, it wouldn’t be worth the risk of attracting unwanted attention, but he figured the benefits of not having to deal with an angry and cold Sakura were decidedly worth dispatching any rogues that were foolish enough to have followed them. Not that he and Sakura had left any of the nin in a state to pursue them, he thought with a smirk.

“Stupid Rain with it’s stupid freak monsoons and stupid rogue nin who ambush anything that fucking moves through their ‘territory.’ Sure, take out the fact that you’re bored in a time of peace out on civilians who can’t fight back.”

The clang of Sakura’s weapons pouch against the cave wall punctuated her impatience with the recent trend of rogue bands staking claim to smaller civilian towns and merchant paths. They’d managed to defend three different merchant caravans and liberated two villages from rogues in the past month and a half alone. She didn’t mind helping the civilians, of course, but why couldn’t these rogues get it through their skulls that this was peace time? She just wanted a little peace, dammit!

Sasuke crouched down next to his own pack to dig out a spare change of clothes. After just over a year and a half of traveling together, he was more than used to Sakura’s flinty temper and knew she would tire herself out soon. Best to keep out of it.

Sakura dropped to the ground to hunt for a clean shirt of her own. She pulled out shirt after shirt, noting with growing frustration that each was either covered in blood, lacerations, or sand. If she ever saw another grain of sand, it would be far too soon. A growl tore from the back of her throat.

“Stupid Suna with it’s stupid sand. Why the hell can’t some other village have poison experts so I don’t have to trudge through the damned desert just to collaborate on our new Inter-Village Poison Center? Who the fuck even came up with that idea?” Sasuke sent her a pointed look, knowing full well that she had fully supported Shizune’s initiative, which Sakura missed. “And why the hell can’t an epidemic break out in, I don’t know, the Land of Tea and not the middle of fucking Rain? At least then-”

Sakura nearly choked when she glanced up  just in time to see Sasuke pull off his rain-soaked shirt and wring it out. No matter how long they spent together or how intimate they became, Sakura’s mind never failed to short-circuit at the sight of Sasuke’s bare skin. It didn’t matter where or how much - one glimpse, and her mind checked out. Although he would never express it outright, Sakura surmised that Sasuke knew exactly what his body did to her and used it to his advantage - say, when he was trying to distract her from a particularly troublesome conversation or train of thought.

It worked more often then she cared to admit.

Her sharp eyes caught the way Sasuke shifted his weight away from his left side as he moved to pull on a fresh shirt - crisp black with the Uchiha fan emblazoned proudly on the back. After a brief moment admiring his figure before it was hidden by the fabric, Sakura frowned at the inflammation beginning to flare up around his ankle. She cleared her throat and motioned for him to come over, tirade momentarily forgotten. Kami knows Sasuke would never admit that he had lost his footing for a moment during their earlier confrontation, unused to fighting on branches that had been rotted through from near-constant rain, and actually ask her to heal him. He’d become much more willing to allow her to heal him after a particularly difficult fight, but it was rare for him to outright ask for her assistance. She usually offered before he needed to.

She met his withering look with a hard gaze of her own.

“You,” she jabbed a finger in his direction, and he raised a brow, “stop being a stubborn ass and sit.” She motioned to the spot next to her with a touch more force than necessary. Sasuke didn’t budge and continued to ruffle through his pack. Sakura’s eyes narrowed.

“Sasuke-kun, --”

With a sigh, Sasuke fixed Sakura with a stern look and tossed her one of his extra shirts before coming to sit next to her. Laying a hand on Sakura’s shoulder, he formed the tiger seal to send a small katon over her skin to dry off the remnants of water that clung to her skin and hair. His jaw tightened at the blue-purple tint her lips had begun to take in the chill. A smile worked its way onto Sakura’s face when she realized the telltale signs of concern in his posture as he hovered near her.

“Change, Sakura. Then heal.”

His gaze dropped pointedly below her chin, and Sakura’s cheeks heated as she followed his eyes and realized her state of undress. Over the course of her rant, she had stripped down to her chest bindings and fitted shorts. Although Sasuke had seen her in far less, embarrassment washed through her as she scrambled to unfold the shirt he had tossed to her.

Her demeanor shifted when she went to slip it on. Sasuke glanced over when he felt Sakura stiffen at his side, brow furrowing when he noted the pensive look on Sakura’s features. Her eyes, previously a battle-worn seafoam green, took on a deeper, more thoughtful jade. She snagged her lip between her teeth, and Sasuke glanced down to see her fingers gently tracing the outline of the Uchiha fan printed on the back of the shirt.

 Spine going rigid, Sasuke wracked his brain for the other instances Sakura had borrowed clothes from his pack - a shirt here, a poncho there. Her hands-on approach to fighting combined with the blood, bile, and poison that came with being a medic meant that her clothes tended to ruin more quickly than his. The sight of her rummaging through his pack for a spare change of clothes was a familiar one. What he hadn’t noticed, however, was that Sakura was always careful to select one of the few articles of clothing he carried that didn’t carry his clan’s symbol. He kept a few basics on hand just in case they needed to be incognito through a town that was still hostile towards the Leaf.

His mind jumped to the easiest explanation he could think of for her hesitation: she was ashamed. Not that he blamed her for wanting to distance herself from his clan’s marred legacy, but the very thought lit a fire in his veins that had him pulling away from her. Anger and bitterness combined with a pang of disappointment that he didn’t particularly want to address.

Sakura started, broken from her thoughts as she took note of Sasuke’s sudden change in demeanor. It was a testament to the time she had spent becoming attuned to the small giveaways of Sasuke’s emotions that she pieced two-and-two together. His flinty eyes shifted between the shirt in her hands and the cave wall as he refused to look at her.

With another quiet smile, Sakura carefully folded the shirt, laid it on top of her pack, and moved to stand next to Sasuke. She could feel some of the tension leave him when her shoulder brushed his, but his eyes remained stony.

“Sasuke-kun.” She waited for a moment before his gaze flickered down to hers, hoping that the softness in her own gaze would convey whatever she wasn’t able to in words. She placed a gentle hand on his bicep, hoping to ground him as she mulled over her words. Talking about the Uchiha Clan with Sasuke took a delicate touch, a touch she had learned after a short but explosive period of trial and error.

“Sasuke-kun, your clan’s history has nothing to do with why I won’t wear the Uchiha fan. Your legacy is a part of you, and I love you. All of you. Even the darkest parts that you don’t think love can reach. You know I’m damn persistent, and if I can wait this long to get you to accept that I love you, then I can wait as long as you need me to before you accept that that includes everything about you.”

She took a deep breath, averting her own eyes now that he had fixed her with an unreadable gaze of his own.

“Even if you won’t outright admit it, I know that your clan is precious to you. I’ve watched you carve the clan’s symbol into your kunai every time you replenish your stock. And I’m not an Uchiha, Sasuke-kun, so wearing the clan’s symbol - even casually like this, just feels like I’m not giving it the honor it deserves.”

Silence. Sakura was used to silence from Sasuke, and had learned how to interpret his different silences. There were the more distraught, brooding ones that required a bright, calming touch and the occasional pouty silence after she had smiled just a touch too openly at a flirty cashier; the explosive silences that she usually drew him into a spar during to release some energy and the frustrated, yet concerned silence when he thought she was too reckless in a battle.

This seemed to be one of his thoughtful silences - one that she didn’t feel she should interrupt. Noting with no small amount of satisfaction that most of the rigidity had melted away from his body, Sakura moved to turn back towards her pack.

“As for clothes, I’m sure I can put together something for tonight, so don’t worry about me. I’m pretty sure there’s a little merchant town not to far from here that we can stop by tomorrow to stock up on some new -”

Sakura swallowed her words as a cool hand enclosed her wrist and tugged her back. Her eyes widened when she found herself pressed to Sasuke’s chest with his arms wrapped tightly around her back. While Sakura was no stranger to small acts of affection from Sasuke - a forehead poke here and a sleepy  arm around her waist there - it was incredibly rare for him to initiate a hug. In fact, she was pretty sure she could count the number of times he had hugged her on one hand.

“Sa-Sasuke-kun?”

He huffed into her hair, something between a laugh or a sigh - she couldn’t quite tell. So she simply decided to remain quiet, tracing her fingertips along his back as she waited for him to voice his thoughts. She swore Sasuke Uchiha was going to be the death of her when he spoke again and she quite literally choked.

“Marry me.”

The words were so quiet that Sakura nearly convinced herself that they were a figment of her imagination. A statement, not a request. She pulled back slightly, wide eyes meeting Sasuke’s steady gaze.

“W-What?”

Sakura winced as soon as she asked the question, knowing Sasuke loathed repeating himself (though it was a well-kept secret that Sasuke didn’t mind repeating himself for her and her alone). But surely he couldn’t hold it against her given the situation. He simply sighed at her request, arching a brow that said he knew that she had clearly heard him yet repeated himself anyways.

“Marry me and wear the damn shirt, Sakura.”

When she continued to stand in front of him with nothing more than a shocked stare, Sasuke huffed again and half-rolled his eyes in a rare display of amusement. Tonight seemed to be a night for rare occasions, it seemed.

Sidestepping Sakura’s frozen form, he retrieved his spare shirt from its place on Sakura’s pack, unfolded it, and gently worked it over her head. A warm glow replaced the earlier fire in his veins as Sakura came to and allowed her arms to be guided into the shirt’s sleeves.

Sasuke spent a minute admiring the fan on her back, pride burning in his chest at the thought of Sakura as the Uchiha matriarch. A small part of him idly wondered if his mother would be pleased to see her position passed on to Sakura. He liked to think she would.

Sakura turned towards him, feeling a tug in her chest at the vulnerability in Sasuke’s expression. She wasn’t sure what kind of proposal she had expected from Sasuke - hell, she hadn’t even been certain she should expect one at all. At least, not for a while. She certainly hadn’t imagined one of the happiest moments of her life to come in the middle of a freezing cave in Rain after treating a minor epidemic, getting ambushed by a plucky squad of overambitious rogue nin, and nearly drowning in a monsoon.

So yes, she hadn’t expected a proposal to come in this type of situation, but she had known her answer to this question for nearly a decade.

“Yes.”

[hannigramficrecs]

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Will is drunk and adorable, and Hannibal is so in love that it is gross.

Something Else by HotMolasses [words: 2,137]

“Why didn’t you pull away, Will?” he said, genuine curiosity in his voice. “When I was mere inches from you, with a deadly blade in my hand, you leaned toward me. Did you hope I would kill you?” “Because I wasn’t thinking you were going to gut me.” he said. “When you put your hand on my face, stroked my cheek I thought…” the room blurred around the edges because Will had kept his eyes fixed to a single spot on the floor for so long. Now he forced them to look into Hannibal’s face. “I thought you were going to do something else.”

Seperation Anxiety by harleygirl2648 [words: 2,432]

Will and Hannibal are separated for just one night. How long before one of them goes out of their mind?

Going My Way by fragile-teacup (Mrs_Gene_Hunt) [words: 2,746]

What if, when Will and Hannibal had first met, Will had been in a slightly better mood? What if it had happened away from the stultifying atmosphere of Jack Crawford's office? Maybe somewhere Will could better appreciate the good looks and charm of everybody's favourite cannibal?

Bigger than a Breadbox by KatherineKrawl [words: 4,083]

Every day at work, Will's lunchbox is filled with decadent creations, prompting questions from curious coworkers. Hoping to solve the matter, he asks Hannibal for a 'simple' sandwich, but quickly learns Hannibal doesn't quite grasp the meaning of this. Or does his boyfriend have an ulterior motive for his lavish lunches?

1 (25/25)

[ghostiewriter]

I know you're beta-ing my fic (love ya) but couldn't resist. Number 25 or 26 for the drabble challenge please 🙏

Ngl I really like this one!! Also it’s unedited so beware 💀and if you guys haven’t checked out Alex’s stuff, you should!! It’s amazing!😉

Word Count: 1.7K

Prompts: “Aren’t you supposed to be the adult?” // “I’m stuck! Help me!”

Motherhood was never a route Kiara saw herself going down.

It wasn’t that she didn’t want to be a mother, it was just that with all her dreams and ambitions and goals for the future…it just happened to clash with what she knew she definitely wanted. But that’s how these things always go, doesn’t it? Just when you least expecting it, shit hit the fan and you’re left scrambling around as you try and wrap your head around everything. That’s what happened with Kiara and motherhood. She wasn’t expecting it, it wasn’t planned. But she also wasn’t as opposed to the concept like her younger self was.

Kiara was fourteen when she decided she wanted to travel the world, to see new places and experience new cultures and open her eyes to a world beyond the small island she grew up on. And she did just that, lucky to enough have someone to share the experiences with. With the money they gained from the treasure, JJ and Kie had enough money to go wherever they wanted (after Pope made sure they kept some in the bank so they wouldn’t be idiots and spend it all, well to make sure JJ didn’t). But it was great, it was everything Kiara could’ve wished for her future, for their future.

Except on one of those breaks between adventures, Kiara found herself thrown into the deep-end of adulthood and she was lucky enough to have someone as supportive as JJ by her side.

And that, my friends, is how James Maybank was brought into the world.

Kiara had never seen herself being a mother until the second she held her son in her hands. Tears in her eyes and a wide smile on her face as she looked at the little human she and JJ created was enough for Kiara to realise that having a child didn’t change any of her plans. She and JJ would still travel and have their adventures, they would just have an extra little explorer with them.

James Maybank was the perfect mix of his parents. In terms of looks, he was truly a kid that drew attention to himself. Tousled brown hair that was an exact copy of his mother’s, with little strands of dirty blonde running through his little curls. His skin was tanned and sun-kissed, a warm golden-bronze so fitting for a summer baby. But his eyes—it was his eyes that caught people’s attention. Bright blue just like his father. It was a shock to both parties when they saw those little blue eyes of his. At first, the doctor told them it was common for new-born babies to have blue eyes and their natural eye colour will develop over the next few weeks. Except James’s eyes remained blue—vibrant and captivating and complementing his tanned skin so well and framed so neatly by the little round-rim glasses he wore. Like mentioned before, he was the perfect mix of JJ and Kiara: his eyes and her hair, his nose and her lips, his bone structure but her cheekbones. The perfect product of JJ Maybank and Kiara Carrera.

However, despite the physical similarities she shared with her son, his personality was driven straight from the chaos of his father. Wild and rambunctious and energetic. He always kept the couple on their toes: JJ’s scheming skills and Kie’s intelligence was a dangerous combination that James just so happened to have. A little troublemaker even at the ripe age of three.

It’s usually why Kiara avoids leaving the two of them alone together for long periods of time, because who knows what nonsense they would get up to.

And of course, Kiara’s point was proved once again.

It was a hot summer day when JJ suggested they head over to the mainland for a wee day trip, just have a little family day before the big Pogue family trip next week to California. Most of the summer had been spent with the other pogues—not that she minded—and James being coddled by her parents, so Kie was all up for them to spend some time as just the three of them. It was the ideal day: walking around the mainland boutiques, grabbed some ice cream and walked along the beach as they ate it, all before heading towards the little play area that was on the pier that James had been eyeing all day.

They had put all their stuff down at a small café table where Kie was able to grab a seat outside. There was the perfect view of the play area from here. But before she could head over with James, JJ was pushing her down in a seat, telling her to relax and assuring her that he could watch over James while she had a coffee or something. So like the fool she was, she went ahead with JJ’s plan (as though their teenage shenanigans hadn’t taught her that JJ’s plans were always the worst).

However, things were going fairly smoothly. Kie was able to order a tea for herself and indulge in a book she had just bought that day. She was able to relax in the sunshine and enjoy a few moments of piece without her favourite hectic boys. Well, only for a short amount of time before a distressed James came running up to her.

“Mama! Mama!” He was panting and huffing, exhausted from how far he ran on his little legs. His fists gripped the hem of her shirt, tugging on it to gain her attention. And when Kie placed her drink and book down, she noticed how dishevelled his appearance was.

“What’s up, bub?” She asked as she gently fixed his askew glasses so they rested comfortably on his nose. However, before she could even attempt to fix his hair, James was grabbing her hands and attempting to tug her up.

“C’mon!” He whined and Kiara only laughed a little as she finally stood up. In an instant, he began to drag her towards the play area where she assumed that he had built some sandcastle in the sand pit he wanted to show her or even show her some neat trick he learnt on the jungle gym.

But it’s safe to say that she wasn’t expecting to see the sight in front of her.

She pressed her lips together, trying to stop herself from bursting into laughter. “JJ?”

“Kiara!” JJ’s head snapped up, looking relieved to see her. “I’m stuck! Help me!”

JJ Maybank: surfing legend, notorious troublemaker, a little schemer since he learnt how to walk. JJ Maybank: the boy that became the biggest pain in the ass to the OBX police force since they were probably first formed. JJ Maybank: the boy that shocked everyone and became a better man than anyone with his last name ever could.

And now he was JJ Maybank: the 26 year old moron who was currently stuck in a children’s jungle gym. It looked like one of those tunnels that kids climbed through to get from one side of the climbing frame to the other. Except instead of being able to crawl through completely, JJ had his head sticking out whilst everything below his shoulders was stuck in the tunnel.

“Oh, baby, this has gotta be a new record for stupid things you’ve done.” Kiara commented, hand over her mouth but he could tell by the shaking in her shoulders that she was laughing.

“Is Dada gonna be okay?” James spoke up, tugging on Kie’s hand he hadn’t let go of as he glanced between his parents. In an instant, Kie’s expression softened up.

“He’s gonna be fine, bub,” She assured him with a smile as she kneeled down to his height. “No need to be worried, in fact, you should be laughing!” She told him.

“Kiara!”

“Oh.” James muttered, turning to look at his father with his head tilted before he burst into a fit of giggles.

“Great,” JJ muttered bitterly as he stared at the ground. “Now ever my own son is laughing at me!”

“Oh, c’mon, it’s funny!” Kiara countered, arms wrapped around James with her head resting on his shoulder as they both snickered at JJ’s current predicament.

“Just help me get out!” He whined out. “I really need to pee.”

Eventually, Kiara headed back to the table at the café to grab her phone. After taking enough photos for her own amusement later, she called the local authorities that sent a team out to help break JJ out of the jungle gym. It took a total of two hours, by which the time JJ was finally free from his entrapment, the family had to head back to the island if they wanted to catch the last ferry.

“I can’t believe you.” Kie murmured as she leaned against JJ, the young boy fast asleep on their laps as they headed back to the mainland. They spoke in quiet whispers, letting James get the rest he deserved after such an eventful day.

“It wasn’t my fault!” He hissed quietly, looking down at James and gently pushing some hair out of his face. “It was his idea.” He added with a childish pout.

“Aren’t you supposed to be the adult?” She countered, a small smirk tugging on her lips.

“He’s a troublemaker, I’m telling you. Flashes you some puppy dog eyes and suddenly you’re crawling through some hellhole that is designed for Oompa Loompas.” He muttered, narrowing his eyes at the sleeping child. “He’s like an evil little mastermind.”

“Just like his father then.” Kiara commented, only causing JJ to look at her with a shocked expression. “Oh don’t look at me like that! You know I’m right, Jay. You were probably worse than him!”

JJ’s eyes widened slightly before he nodded. “Yeah, no fair enough.” He murmured with a nod before he grinned down at his son. “Ah, I feel like such a proud father knowing he is going to be such a charmer when he’s older.” Kie let out a scoff as she lightly elbowed him, but they both had massive smiles on their faces.

“Let’s just hope he doesn’t take years to finally make a move like his father.” Kie commented.

“Oh, wow, really? That’s the game you’re playing?” He retorted. “You literally made up a whole rule that stopped me from making a move.”

“Should’ve read between the lines.” She said with an innocent shrug. But then she turned to him and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “But I’m glad you finally did make a move.”

JJ grinned at her before he looked down at James, who was still fast asleep with small snores escaping his lips.

“Yeah, me too.”

[justkending]

Are you stupid or stupid? (Drabble)

Summary: Maybe having kids do your makeup wasn’t the best for a tired babysitter.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 1500+

Warnings: Just a ton of fluff that you may or may not be able to handle... :)

A/N: This is for @itsunclebucky​‘s challenge! I had the prompts: “Are you stupid or stupid?” & “It’s the first time I’ve ever seen you look ugly. And that makes me kind of happy.” - Bridesmaids Thank you for letting me do this challenge my dear, and congrats on your milestone! Here to more milestones in the future!! xoxox

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You usually had to say no when your sister asked if you could babysit considering your job. At any moment you could get a call saying the world was ending, and you needed to jump on a Quinjet to go save it.

But after what had to have been the 10th time canceling with your sister, Tony told you not to worry. It had been a tough argument between both of your iron hard heads. One with you saying you would find time later and wanted to stay at the compound just in case. 

But after Tony had Morgan, he always made sure you could escape to your family when you needed. He knew the right thing to say every time too to get you to leave your job behind, and put your family first. 

“You don’t know the next time you’ll get to see them. So if the world isn’t ending this instant, get your fine ass out of here.”

So with a heavy roll of your eyes, you nodded knowing he was right. You did love seeing and spending time with your family, but could easily be blinded by the needs of your job.

However, tonight you told your sister that you would babysit, and her and her wife could go out on a date night. You don’t remember the last time you hung out with your nieces, and they were always such a hoot. 

Tonight consisted of loads of movies, princess play, staying up way past bedtime, and some intense makeovers. 

By the time you did get the girls to bed, you were too tired to mess with the heavy amounts of eyeshadow, blush, and lipstick smeared all over your face. Mainly in places it was not made to be put. 

You looked like Abby from that show Broad City on the episode where she gets her wisdom teeth out, and her friend does her makeup like a drag queen. It was that bad.

But again, you were too tired to care.

So when your sister came home to relieve you of your job, she couldn’t hold back her laughter and neither could her wife. 

“I know. I know it’s bad. I’ll take it off when I get home though.” you yawned as you sat up from the couch and stretched. 

“You could just stay the night here,” she offered, fluffing the pillow you were leaning on.

“I would, but I have training early in the morning. Gotta show some of the new agents how to kick Bucky’s ass,” you chuckled, grabbing your things and crossing your arms. “Thanks for letting me hang out with the girls. I miss them and I really needed this.”

“Thank you for letting us get out of the house for once without the little rascals,” your sister smiled.

“You’re more than welcome to have some sleep overs here whenever you need a healthy dose of birth control,” her wife Sarah said nodding at the girls bedroom. 

“Noted, and I will for sure cash that in at some point,” you chuckled tiredly. 

“You sure you’re good to drive?” your concerned sister asked walking you to the door.

“I’m good. It’s only a 10 minute drive. I’ll wake up once I get in the car.” 

“Ok, drive safe. Thanks again sis.” 

“Anything for you and Sarah. And the girls of course!” you waved walking out to the driveway.

“Text me when you’re home!” she shouted.

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You made it back to the compound in one piece, but you were exhausted. 

When you got back to your room, you saw your boyfriend was still up at the late hour, and was reading a book in the corner of your balcony. Bucky always waited up for you if you were coming home late. You knew it was so that he had a peace of mind of you being safe, and also that he couldn’t sleep well without you. 

He never told you those things, but it wasn’t hard to catch on. 

As soon as the door shut behind you, you saw him turn in his seat and smile before coming back in the room. 

But just a few steps in he froze, and tilted his head. 

“What, uh, whatcha got going on there?” he said with a small chuckle escaping. 

“What?” you asked confused. 

He pointed at his own face making a circle with his index finger showing he was talking about you. 

“Wh-” you started, but then your brain caught up and you remembered that you had makeup done by a 4 and 6 year old still on. “Oh, crap I forgot.” you moaned slumping over and walking to the bathroom in a drained way.

All you could hear was full on laughing from the other room, as Bucky slowly collected himself enough to come into the bathroom with you. 

You were looking for your makeup wipes, but must have moved them because you couldn’t find them fast enough. 

When you looked up in the mirror looking at Bucky behind you, he had his arms crossed and one hand covering his mouth. He was trying SO hard not to laugh, but when you made eye contact with him again, he folded over laughing more. 

“What is so funny about this?” you chuckled at his reaction. You don’t remember the last time he was this giggly. It’s not like you guys don’t laugh when you're together, but this giggle fest was so much stronger than most. 

“Nothing. Nothing.” he said trying to hold it in, but failing. You send him a serious look not having the energy for this like you normally would. “Ok, ok.” he said, seeing you were too tired to understand. “It’s just that...It’s the first time I’ve ever seen you look ugly. And that makes me kind of happy.”

“What?!” you shouted, turning to look at him. 

“Wait-” he said, getting defensive but still laughing. 

“You can’t just tell a girl she’s ugly Buck!” you shouted playfully running up and shoving his chest. You would be offended, but you know he didn’t mean it that way. That didn’t mean you weren’t going to let him off with his slip up. 

“Let me restate what I meant,” he said, putting his hands up in surrender as you kept smacking him. “I didn’t mean ugly, I meant...” He was in a bind and didn’t know how to fix it, and once again the giggles came back out. 

“Are you stupid or stupid?” you said straight faced crossing your arms over your chest tightly. 

“Stupid. Very, very stupid.” he answered still laughing as he pulled your elbows to him, and held you in an embrace. His chin resting on the top of your head. 

“At least you got one thing right.” you mumbled into his chest. 

“I’m guessing the little munchkins did this amazing transformation.”

“How’d you know?” you said in a sarcastic tone. 

“Wild guess.” he chuckled. Then he pulled you back holding your shoulders as he looked at you. “I’m just not used to seeing you with makeup up of any sort, and this... Well, this is not the kind of makeup I ever thought I would see you in.” he smiled. “I hate to tell you, but you have lipstick in your eyebrows I think.” he said running his thumb over the red smear. 

“Yeah, I noticed,” you giggled. 

“You gonna keep it on to show the crew in the morning, or do you need help washing it off? I’ll support whatever,” he grinned, turning you around and putting his hand on the lower part of your back as you both looked in the mirror. 

“You know, I think Steve would appreciate seeing how makeup has changed over the years. It’s a nice form of art,” you said tilting your head as you examined the fine artwork done by the youngins. 

“That or give the old man a heart attack,” he said, mocking your tilt of the head. 

“I didn’t give you a heart attack,” you smiled up at him. 

“That’s because I’m very used to your dorkiness.” he kissed your cheek. 

“Awe, trying to suck up after your slip up. How cute...”

“I’m not going to live this down for a while, am I?” he sighed resting his chin on your shoulder now and embracing you from behind. 

“No. No you’re not.” you smiled, but behind it was a deadly promise. “But, like you, I’m not sure this is the right style for me. Doesn’t really fit.”

“Yeah, it doesn’t really scream Y/N.” he nodded. 

“Ok. I’m going to wash this off and then I’ll be ready for bed. If you can’t tell by this alone, it was a very tiring and eventful night.” you sighed warming up the water. 

“Sounds like a plan doll.” he said, giving you one more kiss on the head before heading to the door. “And Y/N/N,” he said before you turned to look at him. “You look gorgeous 25/8. It’s nice to know some of us have a chance with you when you get done up like this.” he grinned.

You let out a single loud laugh before throwing a wash cloth at him as he ran out laughing himself. 

“Punk,” you mumbled, grinning wide as you went back to riding your face of the clown paste.

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Drabble: the Holiday Party

Member: Mind in the Gutter!Jungkook (reusing this banner from the fic, made by the wonderful @underthejoon​ )

Prompt: Y/N and Jungkook trying to be inconspicuous about their relationship at the holiday party and ultimately, failing.

Rating: R (nothing explicit, but there is a lot of innuendo lol)

WC: 2,465

↳ part of my 30K milestone drabble game

“Now remember,” you say as you enter the party. “We’re not dating.”

“Right.” Jungkook gives a little salute, looking way handsomer in his suit than any human has a right to be. “We’re not dating. I did not bang you into the headboard last night.”

“Jungkook,” you whine, glancing around – luckily, no one seems to have heard. “I’m being serious.”

“I know, so am I.”

You smile, about to respond but before you can, Taehyung appears. “Jungkook!” he beams, pulling Jungkook into a hug. The two exchange a rather complicated high-five before Taehyung turns to you. “M’lady,” he bows.

You fight the urge to groan. “You’re ridiculous, did you know that?”

Taehyung pops back up, grinning. “I do, actually. Have you seen Rhea?” He squints, searching the sea of holiday dresses. “She borrowed my lip balm at work, and I need it back. Mistletoe,” he adds, by way of explanation.

“Oh, sure,” you say, fighting a grin. “But no – haven’t see her.”

“Alright.” Taehyung’s frown deepens as he returns to you and Jungkook. “Wait. So, am I just supposed to pretend I don’t know that you two are… you know…” Rising both brows, Taehyung mimes a lewd act with his hands.

“Taehyung.” Jungkook steps closer. “HR doesn’t know we’re dating. We’re keeping things under wraps, okay? Taking it slow.”

Taehyung rolls his eyes. “Oh, please. You two are so obviously dating. You’re more obvious than – what’s the story where the two leads hide their relationship from their families, and it leads to inevitable disaster?”

Jungkook blinks. “Romeo and Juliet?”

“No.” Taehyung snaps his fingers. “The Notebook.”

Jungkook stares.

“I mean, he’s not wrong,” you add helpfully.

“Anyways.” Taehyung snags two glasses from the tray of a passing waiter. “Drink this. A whole night of not groping Y/N? You’re going to need it.”

Jungkook’s cheeks flush, grabbing the glass. “I don’t grope, Y/N,” he mutters, tipping it back.

“You do a little,” you say cheerfully, taking one as well. “It’s okay. I like it.”

Sputtering, Jungkook replaces his empty glass on the tray. Wiping his mouth with the back of one hand, he levels his gaze in your direction. The way he stares makes you shiver, heat in his expression you pointedly ignore.

“C’mon,” you say, reaching out for his hand – only to freeze, yanking this quickly away.

Jungkook breaks out in a grin. “Seems like this might be difficult for you, too,” he teases, following you into the crowd.

You grumble, failing to respond as you push through the party. Taehyung veers off at some point, spotting Jimin at the bar and yelling something about shots. Jungkook continues alongside you, speaking low enough that he cannot be overheard.

“So, you like it when I grope you?” he murmurs, beneath his breath. Reaching out, he grabs another drink from a passing waiter.

Your heart begins to pound in your chest. “That’s neither here, not there,” you say, scanning the room.

The hotel ballroom if beautifully decorated, you must admit. The décor is miles above anything your last company did to celebrate the holidays. All they had was a company party, held two days before Christmas, which was really just an excuse for parents to bring their kids to work and forgo a sitter for the day. Occasionally, people brought in cookies.

There was nothing like this, though. Nothing like the chandeliers dripping with icicles, evergreen trees standing tall in the corners and frosted snow draped in piles on each available surface. It is beautiful, simply put.

Glancing at Jungkook, you cannot help but think he outshines it all. With his hair parted to the side and his grey, form-fitting suit – it is small wonder people are staring. Which they are, you realize, sipping your drink. Subtly, you narrow your gaze at Betty from Accounting.

Noticing this, Jungkook chuckles beneath his breath. “C’mon, baby,” he purrs, low in his throat. “You know I don’t want her.”

“I know,” you say sulkily, swishing your drink in its glass.

Jungkook studies you for a moment. “We can tell people, you know,” he points out. “There’s not a rule which says employees can’t date. Only direct reports.”

“I know that, too,” you sigh, setting your glass on a table. Its long white fabric drapes down to the floor. “I just… don’t want people to look at us differently.”

Nodding, Jungkook finishes his glass. “It’s up to you,” he says squarely, setting this onto the table. “I don’t want you to be uncomfortable. You know I’d shout about this from the roof if you asked – just say the word.”

Cheeks heating, your lips part – and Lauren, from Marketing appears.

“Oh my god, Y/N!” she squeals, grabbing your arms. “I love your dress.”

“Thanks,” you say, fighting back a laugh. “Yours is beautiful, too.”

“This old thing.” She waves a hand. “I unfortunately blended into the wall during the Marketing team photo – but oh, well. Don’t wear white in the winter, I guess.”

You laugh, looking over and catching Jungkook’s gaze. He seems to be appreciating your dress as well, gaze dark where he lingers on the hem of your skirt. Pointedly, he looks up and swallows the rest of his drink. Slamming the glass down on the table, he forces Lauren to jump.

“Going to the bathroom,” he barks, turning around.

Fighting back laughter, you watch him push through the crowd.

Lauren stares at his back. “Weird guy,” she remarks. “Super-hot, though. Those pants.”

Gritting your teeth, you fight back irritation. “He’s the nicest guy,” you say pointedly. “We’re friends.”

“Oh, cool.” Lauren does not seem to care either way, not getting the hint as she rummages through her purse. “Anyways, have you seen Namjoon? I heard that he…”

Sipping on your drink, you nod and mingle for the better part of an hour. As you talk, you keep glancing around to see where Jungkook is. He is right – this is stupid, pretending not to be dating when you obviously are. It feels strange not having him by your side, as though you are missing a crucial piece of yourself.

Not that you need him to be happy, of course. You are fine attending parties alone – you have your own friends, your own life and hobbies, but still. The point is you are not alone here; Jungkook is here, too. Each time you think of something funny to say, you turn to tell him and realize he is not at your side. Each time you are cold, you reach for his jacket – only to stop, withdrawing your hand.

Each time you do this, your heart sinks a little – and for no good reason, because Jungkook is right there. He currently stands across the room, laughing with Yoongi and you could be with him if you wanted, but you were the one who said to keep quiet.

Finally, you give in and walk across the ballroom. Jungkook is laughing at something Yoongi said, another glass in his hand and as you approach the table, you realize he is tipsy. Cheeks flushed, hair mussed and telling everyone around him how great the delivery food in his neighborhood is.

Hiding a smile, you lean into Yoongi. “How long has he been like this?”

Yoongi swirls his champagne. “Oh, about an hour. Hoseok convinced him to do shots.”

“Hobi?” you ask, perking up. “He’s here?”

“Yeah, he’s Rhea’s date.”

“O-h,” you say knowingly. “That explains why I haven’t seen her all night.”

Yoongi shrugs, tipping back the rest of his drink.

Jungkook turns at the table. “Y/N!” he says, gaze brightening. Realizing you are not the only two here, his voice drops. “You look, uh, nice.”

“Thanks,” you allow, ducking your head.

Looking at your boyfriend for too long is all kinds of dangerous. It puts risky thoughts in your mind – like dragging him off to the bathroom, yanking his pants to his knees and having your way with him.

An unfamiliar guy next to Yoongi reaches out a hand. “Hey,” he grins, shaking yours. “I don’t think we’ve met yet. I’m Mark, I work in finance.”

“Y/N,” you respond, smiling pleasantly. “I’m new to the company.”

“Ah, that explains it,” he says, smile widening.

Arching a brow, Yoongi removes his drink and walks pointedly off. Now, it is just you, Jungkook and Mark who remain at the table. Jungkook glowers darkly at Mark, although Mark does not seem to notice.

“So, Y/N.” Clearing his throat, Jungkook sets his drink down. “Is the software I installed on your computer working well?”

“Uh, yeah.” Raising a brow, you look at your boyfriend. Jungkook has not installed anything recently. “Really well.”

“I’m in IT,” says Jungkook to Mark in explanation. “Y/N has had a lot of… needs lately which require my attention.”

Cheeks heating at the double entendre, you lift your glass to your lips. God, he is in so much trouble when you get home. He seems to know it, too, staring at you with a wolfish grin.

“IT, huh?” Mark says, turning to Jungkook. “Wow, what a relief. My email was going haywire the other day and I was wondering who to call.”

“Call me.” Jungkook’s lips curls, still looking at you. “I’ll help. That is, if I’m not busy fixing other… problems.”

“Oh, sure, sure.”

“What kind of problems?” you interrupt, meeting his gaze.

Jungkook’s eyes narrow. “All kinds. Vertical reviews. Horizontal reviews. Penetration testing.”

Coughing abruptly, you nearly spit out your drink.

Jungkook smile widens. “You’ve heard of it?”

“Oh, yeah,” Mark chimes in. “That’s where you try and hack into the company as a test, right? Try and find where there are exploitable holes?”

Nearly beside himself, Jungkook grins as Mark does his work for him. “Yeah, we find those holes, alright,” he agrees, utterly wicked. “Sometimes it takes all night to fill them up.”

“O-kay,” you choke, grabbing Jungkook by the elbow. As you drag him away, you wave apologetically at Mark. “Excuse us for a moment. What are you doing?” you hiss, whirling to face Jungkook once you are alone in a corner.

“What do you mean?” he asks innocently.

“You know what I mean,” you growl, poking him hard in the chest.

Jungkook easily catches your finger. “No touching,” he purrs.

Something dark and needy swoops in your stomach. “Jungkook,” you groan, gaze darting to his lips.

“Yeah?” Subtly, he licks his.

The desire to kiss him is nearly unbearable. God, you want to crush him dumb lips against yours, listen to him discuss IT innuendo while thrusting into your body, but no – this is a work function.

“Behave,” you caution, dropping your hand.

“Fine,” Jungkook exhales, disappointment clear on his face. “I’ll be on my best behavior from now on.”

“Good.” Giving him a severe look, you turn around and march across the floor.

Problem is, you can feel his gaze on your retreating backside and each step you take sounds like stupid, stupid, stupid. This entire thing is idiotic when he is so close. For the next hour though, you continue to hold out. As the clock nears midnight, you stare at Jungkook, now out on the dance floor. Surrounded by Jimin and Taehyung, he bravely shows off the sprinkler.

“Hey,” says Rhea, sidling up alongside you. “What’s up?”

Glancing her way, you notice the straw in her mouth. “Isn’t the city getting rid of straws?”

Removing this, Rhea sticks it into her drink. “Don’t even get me started. The whole straw debate is just a way of distracting the public away from the true conversation about climate change which needs to happen. Please.”

“Noted,” you grin, returning to your drink. Glancing at Jungkook, you feel yourself pining and when you tear yourself away, you realize Rhea is staring. “What?” you say, somewhat defensively.

“Nothing.” She shrugs. “It’s just – why the hell aren’t you sprinkler-ing with him? Nothing dirty intended.”

“Rhea!” you groan, then laugh. “I don’t know, it’s complicated.”

“Is it?”

“Yes.”

“O-kay,” she says, slurping her drink. “Because to me, it looks like you two are head over heels for each other.”

“Maybe.”

“So, then why aren’t you wish him?”

“Okay. So, here’s the thing,” you exhale, turning to face her.

Rhea’s grin broadens. “What’s the thing?”

“What if…” Swallowing hard, you trail off. “What if everyone knows about us?”

“That’s kind of the point.”

“No, but – what if everyone knows about us and then we break up?” Shaking your head, you sigh. “Not that I think we’ll break up, but… I mean, we could! And then I’d have to see him at work but at least like this, I could pretend to be fine. If everyone knew... I couldn’t.”

“Hm.” Rhea pauses for a second. “That sounds like an awful lot of work for a what-if scenario.”

“Let’s be real, though, most office romances don’t –”

“But most office romances aren’t you and Jungkook.” Rhea cuts you off. “I’m not trying to be annoying, but I want to point out the obvious. This sounds like an awful lot of pain you’re putting yourself through for something which might not happen.”

Knowing she is right about this, you turn towards the dance floor. Jungkook has entered the middle of a dance circle, pretending to twerk that flat ass of his. Trying not to laugh, you shake your head. Rhea is correct; this is dumb to not be with him right now.

“You’re right,” you decide, setting your drink on the table. Rhea whoops. “This is stupid. I want to go hang out with my boyfriend.”

“You go!” she cheers, scanning the ballroom. “You go break up that dance circle of his and I’m gonna drag Hobi under the mistletoe.”

“It’s a plan,” you laugh, already striding away.

As you cross towards the dance floor, your heart beats a mile a minute. Jungkook twists around beside Namjoon, both arms overhead and you cannot help but smile. He is such a dork. Your dork, though.

Reaching his side, you dance in between. “Hey, baby!” you call, flinging your arms around his neck.

Jungkook looks down in surprise. “Baby?” he says, gaze brightening. “Are we… are you…?”

Hands sliding into his hair, you nod. “Hey,” you grin, setting your chin on his chest.

Grin widening, Jungkook cups your face with both hands and lifts your lips to his. His kiss is soft, chaste but Taehyung hoots all the same.

“IT’S A PARTY NOW!” he yells, breaking out in a shimmy.

Ignoring this, Jungkook grabs your hand and begins to lead you off the dance floor. “Let’s go,” he demands, finger rubbing your palm. “Can’t wait any longer.”

Heat shoots to your core, knowing exactly what he means. Lacing your fingers together, you catch up to him quickly. “Alright,” you say, pushing open the door to the parking lot. “I’ve already thought of several horizontal reviews for you to conduct.”

“Oh?” Jungkook grins.

“Yeah, so let’s get back to my apartment. Detailed instructions forthcoming.”

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[starkeristheendgame]

Inspired by a prompt I am currently in progress with. Neighbours/no powers AU. A senseless, shitty drabble while my kneecap aligns.

Voyeurism and shameless smut.

Peter isn't exactly sure when his new neighbour moved in. All he knows it that somewhere in the midst of Mr. and Mrs. Goldsworthy leaving and his frantic chemistry studying, a Greek God decided some quaint little apartment in Queens was the perfect place to settle down.

Peter first saw him on a dreary Tuesday, gaze fuzzy and running on bare fumes, his brain pinging around his skull like a Windows error log. He'd lifted his gaze, desperate to see so.rthing that wasn't the chemical breakdown of ammonium thiosulphate.

For a brief moment, he'd actually thought he was hallucinating. Last time he'd raised his head the window opposite his own had been bare, naked, empty. Now, red curtains hung thick and tied aside with gold rope and tiny little metal sculptures lined the inner ledge. Behind those, a figure passed, paused, gestured, then moved on.

Peter checked the date and time on his phone.

Huh.

"Interesting" he rasped, then cringed and went to get himself a glass of water.

The next time he saw his new neighbour, he actually saw his new neighbour. One minute Peter was trying to work out if the 5th sculpture from the left was an arm or a cock, and the next a tall shape was waving at him slyly. He jolted, dragging his gaze from the vague shape to look up, and.

Oh.

New neighbour was hot. Peter didn't exactly have a HD view, but he could see broad shoulders and dark hair, a jaw sculpted by carefully groomed facial hair and dark, dark eyes.

The figure lifted a flexed arm and pointed, then pointed to the sculpture, before mouthing carefully and with great exaggeration; arm.

What was Peter supposed to do to that? He sat, blinking dumbly across at Greek God Man, who waited a few seconds before smiling at him again, and disappearing from view. Peter continued to stare, until his stomach cramped and the need for food drove him down to the kitchen.

Hot Greek God Neighbour, as he was now officially known (at least, to himself, Ned and MJ) and Peter begun a sort of odd...Presence in each other's lives. Peter spent most of his life at his desk, which was by the window for the light, and Hot Greek God Neighbour apparently spent most of his life wandering the house naked.

Well. Shirtless, or in a towel. Often in tiny tank-shirts that basically meant he was shirtless. It took Peter a while to realise that the room he had a view into was a study of sorts, or a workshop. The man could often be seen polishing or tossing tools around.

On several occasions, Peter saw actual spark showers.

Once, the man had walked in wearing nothing but a towel, and had stood at the window, talking on the phone while absently realigning the figures. Peter had tried not to stare. Really. But the guy had fitted LED bulbs and now he really did have a HD view of abs.

Hot Greek God Neighbour Guy had looked up, directly into his eyes. Peter had been so surprised that he'd stabbed his pencil down into his paper, flinching as the charcoal tip shattered. The man had simply smirked, slow and devilish, and winked at him before turning away, striding out of the room.

A month passed. Their apparent similarity for being nesting creatures meant they had yet to meet outside of staring through windows, but that was fine by Peter. Mostly. It meant that at the least, he couldn't make a fool out of himself literally face to face with him.

Peter's sleep schedule had suffered over the past few weeks, in part due to his studying and on the other hand, due to relentless dreams about stubble burn and large hands. Dark eyes and messy, dark hair. A voiceless body that pinned him down and took.

Tonight wasn't anything remotely sexy, just Peter tossing and turning like a beached fish before throwing himself upright with a frustrated whine. He was lucky in that it was a Friday night, and he could have the Saturday to mope in bed and nap.

Familiarity drew him to the window. It took him a long moment the realise the golden glow that bathed his desk was not from any of his own lights, but from the apartment opposite. When Peter looked up, he damn near died.

Hot Greek God Neighbour Guy was leaning against the window, apparently naked, and stripping his cock like a machine. He was leaning against the glass with his shoulder, head down, mouth open on a soundless moan as his fist flew over a thick, long shadow. Peter gripped at his desk with white knuckles, eyes wide and breath frozen in his lungs.

Fuck.

He should look away.

His neighbour shifted, head falling back and hips jerking forwards as he touched himself, an artful form framed by window-pane. Peter could feel his own cock give a feeble twitch, perking up the more he watched.

Fuck. He could see the vague shape of muscles. The long curve of his cock. The strands of hair that stuck in wild directions where the man tugged at it, fucking into his fist with renewed vigour.

The man turned again, facing the window, and Peter nearly killed himself on the edge of the desk as he flew downwards, but he needn't have risked it. The man didn't look up, head bowing in pleasure, palm flat against the glass. He didn't stop.

Slowly, so slowly, Peter stood. His mouth felt dry. His heart vest so fast it hurt. And yet...He couldn't look away. No amount of feeling like a dirty old pervert was gonna make him miss a second of this real life porno.

Peter's fingers flexed at his thighs, contemplating planing his own cock, when Hot Greek God Neighbour looked up.

All Peter could do this time was freeze, horror seeping into his bones. The man's hand stuttered over his cock, surprise fresh and rich on his face, before it morphed into something dark and dirty with a lewd wink. A sultry, sly, predatory smirk as he shifted, leaned closer, hand speeding up like Peter's presence was a challenge.

"Fuck" Peter announced to his empty room, and a genuine grin broke the smirk temporarily. Peter gripped at his desk so as not to touch himself, watching as the man's mouth parted in pleasure, their gazes locked as he worked himself.

Hot Greek God Neighbour shifted again, head ducking briefly before he looked up, fixed that dealthy gaze on Peter, body locking and hips shuddering into the tight embrace of his fingers as he came, intense gaze broken after a few seconds as he sunk into the pleasure, head dropping and shoulders slumping.

"Fuck" Peter repeated.

After shaking through an intense orgasm, the man sloshed gracefully against the window, head tipping to eye Peter with lazy amusement. After a pause, he raised a sticky, white-dripped hand and pointed downwards, then spread his fingers to hold aloft five with a sly smile.

Five.

Number five.

Hot Greek God Neighbour raised an eyebrow at him, hand drifting down to wrap slick fingers around his softening cock, and Peter turned to bolt for his door so quickly he slammed his knee into his desk, going down in a flurry of limbs and curses.

When he crawled back up, the man was laughing, head tossed back and fingers still wrapped around his cock.

Hot Greek God Neighbour's actual name was Tony Stark, and the up close and personal, ultra HD version of the window event was far, far better.