#word count: 242

[my-castles-crumbling]

torture - October 26th - jegulus - @stag-microfic - word count: 242

James was beginning to regret his own genius. As he saw Regulus arrive to the party, he had to manually work to swallow the saliva pooling in his mouth, his entire body completely freezing at the sight of the boy smirking back at him.

Because in theory, the idea of them dressing up as a devil and an angel for Halloween was hilarious. James, in his red button-down and tight red pants, with little red horns sticking out of his head, looked hot, if he did say so himself.

But Regulus, who was in a silvery crop top and barely-there white shorts that accentuated his arse, glitter covering his body and gossamer wings on his back, looked divine. Ethereal makeup made his eyes look huge and a halo hovered over his head. Shimmering stars were strategically placed along his bare skin, making him look literally heavenly, and as James stared, open-mouthed, he fixed him with such a hungry, salacious stare that James's knees buckled a bit. The contradiction of Regulus's gaze and his outfit was maddening.

"Hey, baby," Regulus purred blinking uo at him through long lashes as he stopped in front of the older boy, wrapping his harms around his shoulder and pressing a kiss to his jawline, ghosting hot breath in his ear. "What do you think?"

"This is going to be torture," James whined honestly, winding his arms around Regulus's waist.

"Good," Regulus replied devilishly, grinning and sauntering away.

[moonmicrofics]

Kettle - August 10th- jegulus - @stag-microfic - word count: 242

Regulus was sunburnt. Not how you’d imagine; your skin a little red and itchy. He was so pale he might as well be translucent, and so every inch of his body was red, sore, and bumpy. Everywhere.

“Mint tea and 6 bottles of after sun?”

James always knew what he needed. Whether it was a hair tie or after sun and mint tea -Regulus’s favorite- he just knew. It was like he was psychic or something.

He padded into the kitchen, a man on a mission. His mission? To find James and super glue himself to him.

Regulus came up behind James and tapped him on the shoulder, averting his attention from trying to find after sun in the discarded groceries.

“Yes, love?” James asked, turning around and wrapping his arms around Regulus’s waist.

All he gave in response was a noncommittal grunt before jumping up and wrapping his legs around James, causing him to stumble back a few steps.

James held him silently for a few moments, careful not to touch his bare skin. Regulus was so extremely grateful that James just holds him whenever he needs it.

Until there was a soft flick from behind them.

“Regulus, love, I need to put you down now,” James told him, moving towards the counter.

“No,” Regulus whined.

“Only for a minute, I promise,” He just held on tighter.

“I need to go to the kettle so I can get you your tea!”

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This one I based on a post I made about sunburnt regulus being clingy on my main blog, @vroomvroomtothemoon :)

[starlost97]

— only way.

summary: You decided to see what would happen if you pulled Jenson, your boyfriend, by the belt.

tags: fluff?, kind of sexual, Jenson Button is a simp, f!reader.

characters: Jenson Button.

warnings: a bit sexual.

a/n: speechless Jenson might be my favorite Jenson.

word count: 242.

requested?: yes! by a friend.

Jenson usually always had what to say. He was quick-witted, and leaving him speechless was something that rarely happened.

However, when you pulled him by the belt and torturously grazed her lips against his, barely touching it, his mouth formed a small circle, and there he stood, pathetically trying to organize his thoughts and say something about it.

He tried to mumble something. A compliment, a bad word, anything. But nothing came out.

So he just smashed his lips against yours, hungrily, holding your waist, feeling every inch of your body against his fingertips. He pulled you closer and closer, pressing his body against yours and getting overwhelmed with the desire you awakened in him when he felt you smile in the kiss.

“You’ll be the death of me.” He mumbled, his words being muffled by your lips, which he refused to part away from.

The belt you pulled was soon on the floor, and his hands traveled around your body. He couldn’t get enough of you, and it was pathetic how much he still tried.

He pulled the zipper from your dress down and watched the fabric sliding down your body, muttering swears under his breath. He would never get used to how beautifully sculpted your body was.

“Should I stop, then?” You breathed out. “I wouldn’t want to kill you.”

“Oh, baby, don’t worry.” He said, trailing kisses around your neck. “It’s the only way I would want to go.”

[gyuslcve]

hello sweetheart! any thoughts of wonwoo's way to kiss? like- chaste kisses, butterfly, or juicy kisses?

anw i love the vibe that radiates from this blog <3

- 🥞 (can i be ur pancake anon, tho?)

wonwoo’s kisses

genre: fluff, swoon worthy content :(

rq: by my pancake anon <33

word count: 242

reblogs, comments and feedback are appreciated !

notes: hi anon <3 and yes u can!! i have lowkey been waiting for this cause i’ve been dying to talk about this hehe

WONWOO’S KISSES

wonwoo’s kisses are slow and intimate.

as much as he loves being all over you, he’s gentle with you and there is no rush whatsoever. his kisses are nothing too crazy, but rather slow and tender.

wonwoo doesn’t mind who initiates the kiss, and somehow you end up on his lap somewhere during. he holds you so, so close to him, closing any distance between the two of you: with one hand rested on your back, securing you in his arms. he kisses your forehead, your nose and then your lips. wonwoo wants you to feel loved and safe.

his other hand is either cupping your jaw to gradually deepen the kiss with his thumb lightly brushing your cheeks, or at the back of your head, giving you all the sense of security you need.

he is so careful with you - noticing any signs of uncomfiness and he checks up on you right away. similarly, he always makes sure you’re comfy, whether it’d be straddling his lap or just simply in a hug. he kisses you so softly that it makes your impatience grow - yet you feel safe and secure.

wonwoo always, always asks before he does anything. even if his desire and affection for you is urging to take over him. he is not doing anything you don’t feel comfortable with. “is this okay?” “are you okay with this, love?”

wonwoo’s kisses are soft, gentle and never rushed. and they’re only for you.

author’s notes: reblogs, comments or any constructive feedback is appreciated <3 also my pancake anon ur request is the rq we never knew we needed!!! NOT ALL HEROES WEAR CAPES🤞🏻i was going all delulu while writing this😭 thank u anon and i hope u enjoy this <3

[m-musings]

Headcanons: The One Piece Old Men as Cutesy Relationship Things

A/N: ROGER ERA PIRATES MY BELOVEDS!!!! i cannot decide on a favorite between these three, i just love them all so so much!!!!!

Word Count: 242 Warnings: pure fluff baybee, its a lil sickening tbh

Buggy:

Blasting your favorite songs while singing at the top of your lungs together

Play fighting/wrestling (He definitely has an unfair advantage)

Doing each others makeup (obvi)

Necklace or bracelet with his initial for you to wear

Surprise hugs from behind

Making each other laugh just to see you smile

3 am walks when you can't sleep

Entertains you while you're sick

Interlocking pinkies so you don't get separated in a crowd

Limbs being tangled together while you sleep

Shanks:

Stargazing together on a warm summer night

Picnics whenever you can

Love letters sent when he's away

Long conversations about literally anything and everything

Collecting cool rocks for each other

Laying on his chest and listening to his heartbeat

Gently leading you around by the small of your back while showing you something

Giving you small gifts that remind him of you

Always checking on him when he gets hurt and vice versa

Watching the sunrise after talking all night

Mihawk:

Dancing in the moonlight just because you can

Loving eye contact from the other side of the room

Always giving you his jacket even if you aren't cold

Reading while in each others embrace

Carrying you to bed after a long day

Him taking care of your stuff when you have to go somewhere

Learns to make your favorite meal for you

Watching fireworks after a day out

Dinner dates at nice restaurants

Leaning against each other while sitting in front of a fire.

[baiwu-jinji]

TGCF author's notes translation

@/camilikha on twitter kindly provided links to TGCF author's notes and I translated the ones I find informative and interesting. See translations below:

chapter 58 notes: The second book is all about the overconfident Xie Lian with delusions of grandeur and the tender little flower (mxtx means kid Hua Cheng) and their diaries of the downfall of Xianle. Word count is undecided, I'm never accurate at estimating word counts anyway. It's just like the xianxia I write doesn't fit into your regular xianxia, the royalty I write doesn't fit into your regular fictional depictions of royalty - just the outlandish made-up worlds and social customs in the author's imagination...

chapter 60 notes: If we put Qi Rong in a modern context, we could say that he has bipolar disorder.

chapter 72 notes: about the chapter title "To Meet You in the Mortal Realm; to Find Flowers Beneath the Rain" - eventually I feel that "To Meet You" is more romantic than "To Meet Someone". Just think about it, "meeting you" is one of the most romantic things in the world.

chapte 80 notes: Of course (HC) won't give (XL) a handjob or help him [...], but Huahua's sexual awakening starts with this incident... (XL is seriously obssessed with martial arts combat!)

chapter 88 notes: Xie Lian never gets tanned, I envy him... I finally reached this place - in a dilapidated temple, a god about to be forgotten and a believer who's still young - this is the first mental image I have about this story, which drove me to wrote the story. I'm the kind of person who'd make up a whole book just to get to write a certain passage...

chapter 119 notes: Actually Huahua is just being naughty and wants to joke around playing dead, who'd have thought...

chapter 123 notes: So Black Water made his appearance long ago, he's been hanging around before your eyes all along. Wind Master never knew the real Mingyi, it's always been the same person before him - and before you readers. (Black Water) officially recognized as Best Actor of this story! I've been holding it a secret for so long and so has he, now I can finally let it out.

chapter 141 notes: If you heat up Huahua in the kiln, he'll grow bigger~

chapter 175 notes: "Hua Cheng! Your diary! We've read it all!!!"

chapter 229 notes: Huahua low-key sucking up to the elderly to make a good impression

chapter 242 notes: Why do you like to spook yourselves? - why on earth would there be such plots as (XL) waiting for another 800 years - too long, impossible! Happy ending is around the corner!

SVSSS is my first work so it has some exceptions that I won't discuss here, but MDZS and TGCF both only have one main couple. I said this repeatedly in the author's notes when MDZS was being serialized and in other places. As for Mo Xuanyu, he is a little gay dude but he died at the beginning of the story so he doesn't count as a serious character...It's fine to have headcanons you like as long as you don't seperate the main couple. But for me personally, my taste leans towards having only one gay couple in the story, and I have no plans to write about another secondary couple. I'm stating this to avoid some unnecessary disputes.

XL is good at making pickled vegetables. Because pickled vegetables are needed with steamed bun and rice porridge, so XL became quite experienced after practicing for hundreds of years. Also you can just leave the pickled vegetable by itself most of the time and let it undergo chemical reaction. XL mostly fail because he get inventive.

XL and Mu Qing chose the same path of cultivation and are both Daoists. But Feng Xin never studied under a master at the Holy Royal Pavillion so he's not a Daoist and simply a plebeian martial god, so he doesn't need to observe the celibacy rules like XL and Mu Qing.

My passion for inventing new dishes (or rather weapons) cooked by Xie Lian is only slightly less than my passion for making Huahua change into new clothes

Huahua often turn into human forms, in which he has two eyes, so you guys can stop counting the number of his eyes.

In the setting of this story, if you want to be a god,you need to be a human hero first, which means you need to be the best of the best among humans. Only heaven officials who ascended are real heaven officials and belong in the Upper Court. How do you ascend? Firstly it depends on your personal ability, you have to be outstanding in some aspect (such as martial arts or literary talents) to enter the path of ascension. Secondly it depends on luck, if you're extremely lucky and a favourite of fate, and just picked up some rare secret guides (to ascension) or immortal pills by the roadside, that works too. Officials in the Middle Court are appointed, which means someone in the Heavenly Realm could promote you to that position. But Middle Court officials have the opportunity to become a bona fide Upper Court official too if they're capable enough.

Black Water indeed owes Hua Cheng a huge sum of money and is a very impoverished Calamity, seriously lowering the income standard of the Calamities (although there're only three of them). But his debt isn't completely due to eating too much. As for the money Black Water owes, it's an ancient debt - 40% is the cost of buying gifts for heaven officials of Upper Court and planting agents there (bribery!), 30% is maintenance fee for his territory and expenses on pet food, the rest 30% is food (for himself).

Talismans are probably the equivalent of the business cards (of heaven officials)... "Hello this is my consecrated talisman" = "hello this is my business card"

You can't get rid of ghostly essence (which XL is tainted with because he spends too much time with HC) simply by brushing your teeth with plain water...you need to use consecrated spell water (which is super bitter and weird).

The weapon forged by a heaven official is called fabao (literally "dharma treasure"); if it's a weapon forged by mortal Daoists and monks, it's called faqi (literally "dharma tool") - only after their ascension can their weapons be called fabao.

In my imagination, Xianle ia the kind of small ancient kingdom that's overall culturally Han, but has peculiar customs...although I feel like what I wrote on Xianle is mostly just peculiar hahahaha [facepalm] [beat myself up]

Not only are the forms, customs, cultures, and politics of countries in this story made-up, the kind of arcane stuff like occult sciences and philosophical values are all made-up. Although I did research but the records I consulted are too difficult to understand, so I just made things up on my own. Please bear with me If you're knowledgable in this sort of thing hahaha.

Puqi refers to water chestnut.

Look up "Blood-Soaked Fire Social" (xue she huo) if you're interested, it exists in real life and is very thrilling. What I wrote is different from the traditional festival, there're some made-up elements to make it more exciting

[whydousernamesevenexist]

@rosekillermicrofic 1st May: Rose (it's actually 30th April 22:35 for me, but I was in the mood to write, so)

Word count: 242

Evan couldn't breathe. He was staring at Barty's arm. There it was, a new tattoo.

It shouldn't have surprised him, honestly. Barty was covered in tattoos almost head to toe.

But this tattoo? It was a rose. A really pretty rose. And it was on his inner arm, the left one. Near the heart.

Was he reading too much into this? Probably.

His best friend was impulsive, and this was exactly the sort of a generic tattoo that every tattoo shop has on their wall.

But Evan couldn't help but wonder if it actually meant something. Barty was driving him crazy, calling him Rosie, and then laughing it off. And now this tattoo? It's too much.

Evan smiled. "Looks nice." He looked up at Barty.

"Glad you like it," Barty nodded, his mischievous grin on his face as always. But there was something else, too. Something softer. Barty was looking for approval from Evan, and he got it.

"Let's go to sleep, Rosie. It's late," Barty yawned.

The next day, Evan went to get his first tattoo - a knife, in the exact same placement as Barty's rose.

When Barty saw it, he smiled softly, uncertainly.

He looked up at Evan and slowly reached his hand out to touch Evan's cheek.

"Rosie…" he whispered.

"Just kiss me already, idiot," Evan sighed.

Why had he said it? It was stupid, it was impulsive, it was something Barty would do.

And Barty kissed him.

[wormdebut]

Growing Pains

A little Drabble for the Stranger Things Writers Guild.

Rated a hard T (we all know where this is going let’s be so for real.) | Word Count 242 | Prompt growing pains

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In retrospect, Steve should be scared. He should be terrified.

-

He had settled into bed tonight, content to stare at his blank walls as he does every night, since—everything.

He found himself zoned out, thinking about the myriad of ‘what ifs’ that so frequently plagued his mind these days.

What if he hadn’t left Dustin and Eddie alone? What if he had never gone back to help Nancy and Jonathan in the first place? What if he had said what he wanted to say to Eddie before he left having said nothing?

He had been stewing on that last one, as he was wont to do, when something crashed through his god damned window.

He should be scared, probably. He should be annoyed by the glass that’s now covering his floor.

He’s none of that though, because he’s staring at Eddie Munson crouched and curled in on himself, perching on the balls of his feet. He’s staring at Eddie, who looks up at him with red eyes and fangs, which—he’s not even gonna unpack what that’s doing to him.

“W—where have you been?” He breaths. Trying to process any of this as Eddie stands.

Steve feels like the world is crumbling beneath him as he watches Eddie unfurl wings. Big, black things. Sorta feathery, sorta venous, entirely hot—which—Steves not gonna unpack that either.

Eddie smirks, those red eyes glinting, running a tongue over his pointed teeth. “Sorry baby, growing pains.”

[hidden-for-reg]

july 20: response | @jegulus-microfic | word count: 242

Regulus walked out of the coffee shop with not only a coffee, but a handsome bloke's phone number and a small smile quirking his lips up.

The barista— named James— had taken the initiative to write his number on Regulus’ cup and to add a note that read: 

Text me later if you wanna go out.

-James

p.s. My shift ends at 5pm ;)

When Regulus arrived back at his flat, he sat at his desk and merely stared at his coffee cup.

What if the number was fake?

What if James was teasing him?

What if—

Regulus shook his head to shake his ‘what ifs’ into the back of his mind. Without thinking he grabbed his phone, punched in James’ number, and sent the first message:

Hey, it’s Regulus from the coffee shop.

Regulus internally screamed for the whole five minutes where there wasn’t a response, until:

Hey! This is James but you knew that already :D

Regulus typed and re-typed his reply 5 times before he settled on:

So, what did you have in mind?

For what?

You said you wanted to take me out somewhere?

OH. LOL rightttt xD

So..?

My shift ends at 5 so I can swing round yours and maybe we can have dinner at this restaurant near my flat?

That sounds great

See ya then gorgeous ;D

Regulus turned off his phone and threw it. 

He had a date to get ready for.

Oh god.

[sliebman10]

Veritaserum

“You understand, Mr. Black, that veritaserum is a powerful truth potion and you agree to let us administer it?” Moody said, meeting Sirius’s steely gaze.

“Yes,” Sirius said shortly. He was done waiting and wanted to get on with it. 

“Very well,” Moody said, Summoning the clear vial. He gave Sirius a dropper which he drank from. They waited a few moments. “Now then. Were you the Potters’ Secret Keeper?”

“No,” Sirius said. 

“Then who was?”

“Peter Pettigrew.” 

Moody raised his eyebrow. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“When was the last time you saw Pettigrew before 31 October?”

“The full moon a few nights before. We met in the forest.”

“With Lupin?”

“Yes,” Sirius said. He knew he was going to give away their animagus secret. It couldn’t be helped. 

“And after?”

“After the moon? I took Remus home and healed him. I don’t know where Peter went. I thought he went home to his flat.”

Moody nodded. “And what about Lupin? Was he part of the plan?”

“No,” Sirius said. “I convinced James to switch to Peter.”

“But not Lupin.”

“No,” Sirius said again. And here it was, he thought. 

“Why not?”

Sirius sighed. “We…we wanted someone who wouldn’t be suspect. Remus was already…under suspicion because of his condition.”

“Did you suspect him of working with Voldemort?”

“No…not directly. But he went on these undercover missions…” Sirius said. “We didn’t know what he had to say or do to maintain his cover.”

Word Count: 242

@wolfstarmicrofic

[mysticalmallard]

Heatwave

Description: It's impossibly hot, and Coco thinks of a way to beat the heat.

Word Count: 242

Warnings: none I can think of

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The scorching heat of the day has made Coco's apartment feel like a sauna. Sweat beads on his forehead as he turns on the ceiling fan, hoping for a small respite. His girlfriend sits on the edge of the bed, fanning herself with a magazine.

“I can’t stand this heat,” she complains, fanning more rapidly. “It’s like we’re in a damn oven.”

Coco grins, enjoying the view of his girlfriend's disheveled state. “Well, if it's that hot, why don't you just take off your clothes then?” he jokes, a glimmer of mischief in his eyes.

His girlfriend rolls her eyes, but a small smile tugs at the corners of her mouth. "Is that your solution to every problem? Take off my clothes?" she retorts, arching an eyebrow at him.

Coco laughs and holds up his hands in surrender. "Hey, I'm just trying to help you beat the heat, that's all." He moves towards her, the heat of his body pressing against her as he grins down at her. "Besides, I wouldn't mind the view."

She swats at his chest playfully. "You're impossible, you know that?" But she doesn't push him away. Instead, she leans into him, enjoying the closeness even in this unbearable heat.

Coco wraps his arms around her, pulling her closer. He places a gentle kiss on the top of her head. "Impossibly charming, you mean," he says with a smirk, his hands now starting to wander down her back.

[my-castles-crumbling]

fighting - Sept 26 - wolfstar - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 242

It seemed like a good idea at the time. They'd been roommates at Hogwarts, why shouldn't they be roommates now?

But Remus was dying.

Sharing a flat with Sirius post-graduation was some form of legal torture. With no James or Peter living with them to keep things light, Remus spent every moment on edge. How could ne not when Sirius was the way he was? Walking around shirtless, showering with the door wide open, making lewd jokes at the worst moment.

Remus spent every second of every day fighting the urge to confess. To pull Sirius in his arms and kiss him, to tell him he'd love him for years, now. But he avoided it. because he was terrified of ruining things.

Until one day he arrived home from work to find his roommate in his fucking bed. Half-naked and lounging there like he was there all the time, Sirius grinned up at him as he entered and quirked a teasing eyebrow. "Everything alright, Moons?"

But Remus's brain was short-circuiting. "What are you doing?" he stuttered out, trying to catch his breath.

"Well," Sirius murmured, shrugging nonchalantly, "I decided either you're think and don't realize I've been coming on to you for weeks, or you're too nice to reject me. But since you regularly call me an idiot, I had a feeling it was the first one."

It took him less than a second to lurch forward and join Sirius in bed.

[supercorpkid]

How You Get the Girl - Final

Supergirl. Lena Luthor x Reader!, Kara Danvers, Barry Allen.

Word Count: 3335.

Part 1 / Part 2

Lena holds your face firmly, planting kisses all over it, making it impossible for you to move. Not that you would—there's nowhere else you'd rather be. You wouldn't move even if the room was on fire.

"I can't believe this is real." she whispers between kisses. Your cheeks flush, not because of her words, but the raw, desperate sincerity in her voice. It makes you feel like the most amazing person in the entire multiverse.

"Mhm, you know," you say, pausing between her soft pecks on your lips, "I love all this, but maybe we shouldn't be at CatCO anymore."

Lena pulls back slightly, her face betraying a flash of insecurity. Kissing someone that looks exactly like her employee at the workplace, one in a committed relationship even, clearly unsettles her.

"Okay, you're right." She slips into CEO mode so quickly it startles you. Pacing the room, she starts brainstorming. "Should I sell CatCO? Or find someone to run it for me and come back to this Earth on sporadically occasions? But what’s the point? Should we be worrying about which universe we're going to and—"

You get up from the couch, silencing her with a kiss. She's left breathless, lips shiny and red, staring at you as if you've taken all the words from her. "You were asking a lot of important questions, honey, but I was thinking of something else. I meant we should go to your place. I'm pretty sure there's a bed there, and we'd be much more comfortable."

"You know what? You do have good ideas!" She grins, and you can't help but mirror her smile. This smile. This one is new. Something your Earth's Lena never did.

"Look at that, I found a difference," you say, kissing the corner of her mouth. "That smile, I've never seen it before."

"I've never given it before."

You raise your eyebrows, surprised. "It's mine?"

"All yours." Lena says with such depth it knocks the air out of your lungs. And you realize she’s not just talking about the smile.

Lena looks at the ring on your finger, and you give her a nod. There's a lot to be scared of while facing this new reality you both wished into existence, but figuring out where to go next shouldn't be one of them. Yet, Lena's sweaty hands gripping yours tell you she didn't get the memo.

By now, you have traveled to so many Earths that they all look different and somewhat the same. It's hard to explain. The novelty of new worlds has started to wear off.

"Hey Barry!" 

"Y/N!" Barry exclaims, his voice filled with surprise. "And Lena?" His eyes drop to your intertwined hands. "Wait, which Earth are you guys from?"

"Earth-99," you say, pointing to yourself. He nods, recognizing you. Then you point to Lena. "Earth-242."

Barry's eyes widen, and he stays silent for a moment. You don't rush him, knowing he needs time to process. "Okay, wait a minute. Kara told you about the Earth I visited?" You nod. "So you went to a different Earth and found a Lena that loves you?" You nod again. After a pause, he adds, "Please don't tell me you're here because—"

"You guys could use my powers," you interrupt, raising your eyebrows suggestively. "And you could use her brains."

Barry looks like he wants to argue, but he can't. Not when he’s the guy who makes some of the most questionable decisions across many worlds. "I guess this is kind of my fault, isn't it?"

"One hundred percent started with you, yeah."

"Well—" He still seems like he wants to argue, but then something clicks. He realizes you and Lena could be valuable assets to the team. Soon, he smiles like a child. "Fine, you guys can stay. Welcome to Earth-1! Oh, and the S.T.A.R. Labs. The team will love having you here."

Lena looks around with a huge smile on her face. "Oh, I'm going to like this place."

You can't help but mirror her smile, seeing how excited she is. "If you're happy, I'm home."

Barry gestures for you both to follow him. "Let's go tell the others."

Earth-242 loses its Lena. She sells CatCo, donates some of her money, and invests the rest in her friends. Initially, they seem upset, but when they see her smiling at you, their anger softens. They want her to be happy, and she is happy. If they find it awkward that she is dating you, they don't mention it, and you’re grateful for that.

Assuming it would have been the same on your Earth, however, was a clear misjudgment of your friends' characters.

"So," Lena is helping you pack. She carefully folds your clothes while you toss them haphazardly into a box. "When are you going to tell your friends?"

"Well, I sent my resignation letter from CatCo a few minutes ago, which pretty much means Kara will be barging in through the window anytime now."

Lena comes closer, "And you're sure, right?" Her hands make way to your face and her touch is so good you lean into it without a second thought. "Darling?"

"Hm?" Lena has her eyebrows raised in question while waiting for your answer. "I've never been more sure about anything else in my life, ok?" You hold her waist and smile at her insecure expression. "You and I working in S.T.A.R labs sounds like a dream."

"There's no Kara in his universe." Lena makes sure you remember that. 

"Yeah I know." You kiss her forehead and smile. "We'll be fine, honey." She still looks uncertain. "Come on, Lena. I can live without Kara just fine."

"Oh really?" Kara barges in through the window that very second and you roll your eyes at the situation. Great, here she comes right on time. "You can live without me, huh?" 

You've never seen Kara this upset before, not while looking at you anyway. Perhaps at one super villain that got her really mad. But not you, never you.

"Kar," Your heart beats faster while you approach her. "I can explain. That was completely out of context." 

"Well then, please." Kara points at you, then glances at Lena behind you. "What is Lena doing here? I thought she was at headquarters."

"Right." You gesture for Lena to come closer. "Kara, this is Lena from Earth-242."

"Hi!" Lena smiles kindly. "I know this is confusing, you look exactly like the Kara from my universe too."

Kara's mouth opens and closes, unable to form a sentence.

"Well, Lena and I are together!" You smile brightly, throwing your arm around her. "And we're moving to Earth-1. Barry got us a job at S.T.A.R. labs and so we're packing my things."

One of Kara's eyes blinks, just one, while she tries to comprehend all that you're saying. She stumbles back into the bed, and lets herself fall into it with a murmured, "What?"

"I emailed in my resignation letter to Ms. Grant today, I was terrified to face her."

Kara clutches her chest. "What?"

"Darling," Lena calls your attention and you look at her. "Maybe go slower." She points to the door. "I'll be packing your kitchen stuff. You two can take your time."

Kara isn't listening to you. She fires off question after question, without giving you time to answer. So, you stay silent, watching her process everything.

"You're leaving? With a Lena? You're dating Lena? Oh my Gosh, you did love Lena. And I said it was crazy. But it is crazy. It's so crazy you're dating a different Lena from another universe and you're moving to Barry's universe? Is that even legal?" Kara reaches for her comm. "Emergency meeting in the headquarters, something insane is about to happen."

You sigh, looking at her, about to argue, but Kara points a firm finger at you. "Get your Lena there. Now."

"You know you're not my boss, right?" One hard look later, you call out, "Honey, we're going to the headquarters!"

You and Lena make it to the headquarters with Kara on your tow, so she is sure you two won't vanish into another universe (her words, not yours). The whole team is there already and Lena squeezes your hand a little stronger when she senses your anxiety.

"Hey," She whispers close to your ear. "They love you, they'll be happy that you're happy." You look at her, swallowing hard as she assures you with her eyes. "And if not –" She taps on your ring lightly.

"Is that…" Lena narrows her eyes at her counterpart waltzing in the headquarters hand-in-hand with you. "Me?"

"Hi everyone. This is Lena, from Earth-242." You decide to tell them all at once, so they can't argue. “She’s my girlfriend. We’re very happy, and we’re moving to Earth-1 together and working at S.T.A.R labs.” 

Kara points at you, “See! Something crazy!”

“It’s not crazy.” You huff annoyed, even though all of your friends are looking at you like you just grew a second head. “It’s love!”

Earth-99 Lena, it’s the first one to say, “well, this is awkward.”

“No, no. There’s nothing awkward about this.” But they are all looking at each other trying to understand how to best react to this. 

J'onn clears his throat. "Well, I wish you both good luck on your journey." He says getting opposite reactions from everyone else. He ignores them, and comes closer, shaking both yours and your girlfriend's hands. "I hope you two find happiness on Earth-1, and visit us anytime you have a chance." 

"What the fuck!" Alex exclaims from behind him.

"You'll be missed, Y/N, but I understand your decision." J'onn looks back at the others. "I'll patrol the city while you continue this conversation."

For a moment, the room is silent, but then Kara takes a deep breath, and everyone starts talking at once.

"You're crazy!" 

"This is insane!" 

"Are you shitting me?"

When they finally stop, they all look at each other, seemingly agreeing on a plan.

"Earth-242 Lena, can we talk to you?" Kara starts.

And at the same time, this Earth Lena looks at you, “Can we talk in private?” 

You agree with your head and follow her into a private room in the headquarters. Only Kara would be able to listen to your conversation, but you don’t think she is dying to know what’s happening inside this room when she is quizzing your girlfriend to death in another one. 

“So, you’re dating… me.”

You bite your tongue. How will you get yourself out of this one? “Well, you said that we’re all different people, remember?” 

She doesn’t, by the way she is looking at you completely lost. You’re not surprised she doesn't recall the moment when everything changed in your life, she was, as always, barely aware of your presence.

"I asked about it and you said there wouldn't be a paradox. We're different individuals."

"Well, yes, but she's still me somehow." She seems to be carefully choosing her words, but when she speaks again, you don't think she chose the right ones. "Isn't that the reason you're with her? I mean, you barely know her. What you know is because she reminds you of me."

"That's not true. You two are different."

She doesn't believe that, but for the sake of winning this argument she lets it slide. "Then how do you know that you're in love with her?"

"Sometimes there's no proof. Sometimes you just know."

She stares at you in disbelief and repeats, "Darling, she is me." 

"No, she isn't. And you wanna know why?" Lena raises her eyebrows, encouraging you to speak. "Because she loves me. Because, God, Lena, she can give me everything you never could. Love and smiles and—" You turn around, you can't look at her face while you say that. "We've been falling into beds together, and in each other's arms. Just loving each other so hard, I can't even remember what it's like to be a mess over someone who never gave a damn about me." You breathe out. "So, do I still need to tell you how she brought me back to life?"

She doesn't talk for what it feels like an eternity. You never once thought this was how you were going to confess your feelings for her. But now, it doesn't matter anymore. It might never have mattered in the first place.

You turn around slowly, Lena's eyes are filled with unshed tears. "Smiles?"

"What?" 

"She can give you smiles?" She repeats. You're sure you've said many, many words after that one, but 'smiles' is the word she decides to focus on. You nod slightly and Lena lets out an incredulous laughter. "Like I never smiled at you?"

"Different smiles."

"Different smiles, okay." Lena parrots, wiping her eyes even though no tears have fallen yet. "So, what? You jumped into different universes to find a version of me that would give you different smiles?"

"Shut up." You try to push past her, but she blocks you. "You don't get it. You'll never get it."

"Why?" Lena's voice is small, despite her standing tall in front of you, blocking your escape.

"Because!" You try to move past her, but she holds your wrists, pinning you against the wall.

"Because what? Say it!" Lena growls with such intensity, a hard gaze flickering between your mouth and your eyes.

"Because you wouldn't love me!" You yell.

Lena blinks at you. The splash of blue in her eye takes you off guard, you've never noticed it before. You knew that about your Lena, but you hadn't realized all of them had just a tiny bit of heterochromia. 

Then she finally blinks away a tear. You hold your breath to the small tear rolling down her cheek and time just stops between you. You both get so caught up in the moment, she lets go of your wrists, hands dropping to her sides. You swallow deep while raising your hand to her face. Your thumb brushes softly against her skin to clean a single tear she shed for you. 

You smile. "Different smiles, different tears." You explain. "I know you're confused, and I was confused too. For so long I was confused about this. But then I kissed her, and now I know."

"Well, maybe you need to be confused again." Lena pushes you further into the wall, no space for you to even breathe without having your body fully pressed against hers. 

You know what's coming next, and here's the thing, you could fight it but it doesn't even seem worth it. 

So when Lena kisses you, you think back of the many Lenas you've kissed in different universes. The sweet familiar pecks; The passionate disgraceful kisses; The 'you're mine' kisses; The 'I wish you were mine' ones; The many lips and tongues and hands; And then this one.

When she breaks the kiss for air, you have a dopey smile on your face and a light behind your eyes, you don't think it was there before.

Lena smiles too, satisfied with herself. And if you're being fair, you don't think you've ever seen this smile on her face. 

"Ok. So now that I have you confused again," She starts and you think she keeps talking, something about how to keep you on this Earth and get the other Lena back home or whatever. You're not even sure, you're not listening. Body buzzing so loud, you're shaking. 

"Sorry, I've got to —" You run to the door, since now she's given you enough space to do so. 

"Wait, where are you going?"

"Oh." You offer her a smile, the first one since this whole conversation started. You see, the other ones, they weren't for her. "I'm going home."

She looks puzzled, so you give her more information.

"You know, Lena, when you have perfect, 'almost' is never enough." You run back into the main space, you think Lena is right behind you but you're not sure, can't see her. You're not even aware if there's anyone in this place except for her. Your Lena, the Lena. 

She's caught by surprise when you hold her hand, but is quick to get up and ignore the last question fired at her by the three musketeers. "She's done explaining herself to you. We're going home."

"Wait —" Kara tries.

"No." You keep making your way out.

"Y/N, please." You think you hear Lena's voice, but it could've been Kara, or maybe even Alex, you don't care. But your escape is put to a halt, and you turn around with a frown on your face.

"No, you guys don't get it. And we don't have to explain ourselves. I love her. This one." You raise your intertwined fingers so they all can see it. "This Lena is the one for me. And you can accept that and be happy that I'm finally happy, or not. But what you can't do is try to mess up with this. Do you all get me? Me and my girlfriend are moving to Earth-1, we're starting a life together. Because she is the one I want. And no other Lena will ever do. No other person will ever do." 

You look back at her and see the smile. Different, unabashed, yours. Earth-99 Lena might have a thousand different smiles you've never seen, but you don't care about them. You like this one. This one is yours.

You look at her, doe-eyed. "You're with me?"

"I'll die." She whispers. "I'll die a sure death if I can't be with you."

Epilogue.

"Honey, do you know if Barry is bringing Iris?" You ask, going to the kitchen. Lena is organizing the many dips she bought so they look nice. She has her hair down in messy little waves, a large t-shirt and comfortable sweatpants. Barefoot on the kitchen floor, and not even an ounce of make up on her face. You smile at the perfect sight. "Why are you making all of that? It's just a game night with our friends."

"You know your friends from Earth-99 are coming too. And yes, Iris is coming too." She accepts the kiss you plant on her cheek with a bright smile. 

You peek inside one box. "You bought potstickers just for Kara, didn't you?"

"And the special beer Alex likes, and I snuck the new prototype out of the lab so I can show Winn." Lena says, sounding more excited to see your friends than you.

"That's why they love you a lot more than they love me." You joke and she chuckles, holding you from behind.

"I'm just happy they came around."

You turn around so you can face her, but her arms never leave your waist. You kiss her forehead and peck her lips.

"They would be crazy not to. You're the best Lena in the multiverse, even they can't deny that."

"How about Earth-17 Lena who helps every other Earth when they are in crisis? You know, the one responsible for this." She raises her eyebrows and you know what she means.

"No one's responsible for this, but us. If we hadn't kissed, we would never know." Your finger goes to her chin and you tilt it the slightest so you can kiss her better. And God, how is it possible that every kiss you share with her, feels the exact same as that first one. Explosive, urgent and in perfect harmony. "Just don't tell Barry that, or he might kick us out of S.T.A.R. labs."

"We're indispensable at the labs, darling."

"No. You are indispensable. I'm just the comic relief." You joke and Lena laughs as bright and easy as the sun. And shit, this Lena is so much better than any other Lena. Not only because she is yours, but like, damn, look at her. You're sure, you'd have died many deaths if it wasn't for her.

[bluekidchaos]

Kinktober day 8 - Daryl Dixon

my word count on these fics are really all over the place

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x fem!reader

Prompt: Intercrural sex

Warnings: 18+, thigh fucking, alluding to oral at the end

Words: 242

Can also be read on AO3!

Kinktober masterlist. Regular masterlist.

Daryl's grip on your thighs was bruising, the tips of his fingers leaving small half-moon indents into your skin as he pulled his hips flush with you.

His cock was trapped between your closed thighs as your legs were pressed up against your chest. His weight on you and the feeling of him between your legs make it hard to breathe.

The combined wetness of your arousal and his pre-cum made it easy for him to fuck himself, grunting as every thrust brought him closer to his end.

The sound of your sweet moans and his skin slapping against yours. Seeing the blissed-out look on your flushed face.

After a few more thrusts he felt his cock twitch and the muscles in his stomach contract. He kept going through his orgasm, feeling his cum stick to your thighs and dripping down on your stomach and chest.

Daryl sat back on his haunches to catch his breath and take a good look at the mess he created and smiled down at you, "fuck, sunshine, you look real good painted in my cum.."

He grabbed at your bruised thighs again and pulled them apart slightly, watching his cum slide down onto your cunt. "think you deserve a treat for being so pretty for me." He leaned down as he said it and placed a chaste kiss on top of your clit.

"yeah.. deserve a real good treat for letting me use you like that."

[weirdtinkerbellversion]

Dec 13. Prompt: Jail. Word count: 242 @jegulus-microfic

Regulus loved being an animagus. He found so much comfort and peace in transforming because despite maintaining full consciousness, his feline form’s brain felt quieter. On bad nights, when he couldn’t sleep or the nightmares were haunting him, he would turn into a small black cat and rest.

But Regulus loved using his cat form the most to comfort his friends and boyfriend (and his brother at times, but he’ll never admit he loves that). He sometimes curls up next to Remus after a full moon since his purrs calmed him. That’s how Sirius finds them in Remus’ bed and starts dramatically yelling, without much bite behind it, something about stealing my boyfriend and betrayal. When Sirius gets close to shoo him away, Regulus hisses at him and scratches him.

“Jaaamess. Come get your abusive boyfriend away from mine!”

At that, James gets off his bed and kneels next to Reggie so they’re face to face. 

“What did we say about attacking Sirius, huh?” he tries reprimanding him with a big smirk on his face.

Reg growls (as aggressively as a small cat can) and tries to swing at him.

James picks him up with one hand and holds him up high by his tummy.

“That’s it. Air jail for you until you start being nice to me again.”

“And apologize to me!” Sirius interjected.

The cat just meows disapprovingly and considers changing back into a human just to crush his boyfriend.

[whathorselegs]

Writing Year In Review 2024

Doing the Tinyzai year in review also got me curious about my Fanfic statistics, so I thought I'd share my 3 most popular fics of 2024!

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In Over His Head Hits: 1471 Kudos: 127 Comment Threads: 21 Word Count: 14,250 Summary:

Dazai and Chuuya are assigned to work a mission together, however, things go sideways when the boys start bickering before they've even been briefed. Things escalate and Chuuya is injured, resulting them being taken off their original mission. And Mori assigning Dazai the new mission of looking after Chuuya.

When The World Tears Me In Two, Who Can I Turn To But You Hits: 1463 Kudos: 200 Comment Threads: 12 Word Count: 9,798 Summary:

A two part fic of Dazai and Chuuya having really bad days and comforting each other through it. They do not follow on from each other but are separate scenarios. Please read the author's notes for content warnings. Part 1 - After a bad mission and an exhaustive week, Chuuya is at his physical and emotional limits. His body is ready to shut down by the time he gets home and all he wants to do is curl up and sulk in the fog of exhaustion. Little does his know, a certain ex-partner of his has invited himself over with plans of his own. Part 2 - Dazai is on the wrong side of multiple nights of drinking. His mind's spiraling and he's out of money and alcohol to keep his emotions suppressed. His stewing in his misery is cut short when his partner breaks into his home and plans on whisking him away, whether he likes it or not.

Kuma, His Human and the Other One Hits: 1285 Kudos: 242 Comment Threads: 20 Word Count: 2,866 Summary:

I am a dog. A Japanese Terrier to be precise and as of two weeks ago I have begun my new life living with a human, Chuuya. Luckily for me, my human was easy to train. Then the other one showed up. Or A short one shot told from the perspective of Kuma, Chuuya's newly adopted dog as he adjusts to his new life with his new owner... And the guy who keeps showing up at Chuuya's apartment, called Dazai.

I'm really happy with these three being the most popular as I love these fics a lot and I feel they are three pretty different genres of my writing.

My personal favourite I wrote this year is:

Aftermath Hits: 597 Kudos: 69 Comment Threads: 9 Word Count: 5,593 Summary:

Stranded in a quiet, forgotten corner of the European countryside, Chuuya is standing guard in a hallway. He could never have predicted this is how Meursault would have played out, or it's consequences. His partner is once again injured, severely, and it's his fault this time. He can't run from that fact, nor can he run from the figure wearing his partner's face that seems intent on driving him completely mad. (Or Chuuya hasn't slept and is having trauma induced hallucinations post-Meursault)

I got to stretch my horror writing muscles with this one attempted something different, so it has a special place in my heart.

I look forward to writing many more fics in the next year and thank you all for your support <3

(Also, I encourage any writers who see this to also do it, celebrate your works and achievements, I dare you. Consider this an open tag. Tag me if you do so I can also celebrate you writing)