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beseojun · 1 year

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✰ Reflection: seojun looks back on the final episode and his performance of hug ✰

he’s here again for the final time to reflect on everything that happened. it only seems like yesterday that he was just performing my turn for the first time and showing off how much of a performer he seemed to be on stage. he feels his eyes prickling with tears but he’s not gonna cry. he usually sucks in his emotions unless he’s on stage or he’s near someone he’s comfortable with. he doesn’t need the cameras to catch him crying over this being the end of next gen. he was stronger than that. if anything he’d wait till he was back home to do so and then vent to haneul. his best friend always knew how to calm him down and deal with whatever emotions decided to spring up on him.

stepping into the room again, he lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. this was it. he wouldn’t get to see this room again and he was sure he’d never get to see some of these people again either. not that he was being pessimistic but it seems some of them wouldn’t cross paths again. unless they saw him busking then he’d eagerly go and say hi. shaking away the thoughts, he looked over at the camera, ready to answer the questions given to him.

what was the greatest challenge during this mission?

he shouldn’t be surprised by this question but maybe it’s due to it being the final episode that he doesn’t think he’d hear it again. there are always challenges but he wonders how much improvement he’s shown to the judges during everything. “the rapping parts was a challenge for sure. i know i’ve practiced enough but it still feels off to rap. i’m always so focused on singing and dancing that i don’t think of rapping. i appreciate getting the chance to do it again though and hope i improved in that regard since the first time i rapped here.”

do you feel confident in your performance?

“honestly, i do. i know i’ve said that a lot for each performance i’ve done but i always feel so alive on stage. it give me the same feeling when i’m busking or doing a dance cover where anyone can see it. i just feel i become more confident being on stage compared to off it.” he admits easily, giving a gentle smile. he knows there was a bit of fumbling here and there but it seems they all recovered very quickly in his eyes. it wasn’t like he was able to watch his teammates but he had confidence in them all.

were you happy with your group for the finale?

“i was. he giggles instantly. “i mean getting to work alongside haneul again was something i was definitely happy about. i’m never against getting to work alongside my best friend. i didn’t interact too much with the others but getting to know sarang was nice. i hope we get to keep in touch after this. i wouldn’t mind being his friend.” he feels his smile growing as after he finished answering the question. he means it all and at the end of the day even if he didn’t interact with his other teammates, he’d easily perform beside them again. he enjoyed the chemistry they all seemed to exude on stage. it was perfect.

how do you feel about your overall performance for next gen?

thinking it all over, seojun reflects back to how he started from when he auditioned to now. it was a lot of hard work that he knows at time took a toll on him but he made sure to try and put out his one hundred percent no matter what. “i’m proud of myself. i got to show sides of myself to everyone that only a few people have seen as well as perform knowing that many people will be watching. each song has been their own challenges but i’ve learned a lot throughout it all. i know i will take everything i’ve learned to help me improve further in my skills. even being someone who just dances, it seems i’ve grasped even improving in that.”

he smiles brightly before giving a slight bow. he appreciates his time here, glad to have the chance to able to showcase everything to not only the judges but anyone who has decided to tune in to watch next gen. he walks away from the room feeling his shoulders relax as he tries to smile. the other emotions can unleash later, he was going to miss this.

#be:ngs1p6 #이서준 — ✰ / solo #( wc: 763 )

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babyleostuff · 4 months

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NANA CUDDLES | JEON WONWOO

dedicated to @wonijinjin

fluff 𐙚 established relationship 𐙚 idol!wonwoo x gn!reader 𐙚 wc: 763

“what are you giggling at?”

without tearing your eyes from the screen, you blindly reached for wonwoo’s hand, giving it a little squeeze. “i've never seen you so unbothered about being shirtless on camera before,” you said amused, unable to look away from your computer. “on national tv may i add.”

he scoffed and crossed his arms over his chest, as if he was trying to make a point. “you would be too if a horde of people barged into your room shoving cameras in your face.”

wonwoo was clearly not as entertained as you were, not that you cared - you were too busy melting over your shirtless boyfriend with the cutest bed hair, who looked like the squishiest (and most confused) dumpling ever.

“i had bigger things to worry about,” he said, and reached for his gaming controller.

“like what?” you could barely hold back your laughter at his pouty expression and the way he spoke in a sulk. offended wonwoo was an endearing wonwoo. no wonder he became Na PD’s favourite child when he acted that cute without even realising.

“like being kidnapped.”

you quickly paused the video, turning your head in your boyfriend’s direction.“that's not an excuse, jeon wonwoo. you were kidnapped to fucking italy!”

“language.”

you hated yourself for how down bad you were for your boyfriend, because oh god, you’d love to punch him for being so annoying sometimes, but you couldn't - instead, you wanted to smooch him all over his kissable face.

“why are you being so mean about it? i never said you looked bad or anything,” you mumbled and resumed the video, sinking further into the sofa. wonwoo sighed softly and you knew something bigger was going on, but you didn't want to argue with him any further if he was going to be so annoying.

out of the corner of your eye, you saw him grab the blanket that was lying next to him and you couldn’t help but smile to yourself - no matter what the temperature was, wonwoo always ended up being cold.

"it was embarrassing. i mean, it is now that i look at it," he mumbled, picking up your computer and without looking at you, he covered your legs with the blanket. “and it’s even more embarrassing seeing you freak over it so much,” he raised his gaze to you, shyly looking at you from behind his glasses that slid to the tip of his nose.

you cooed at him, only now noticing the blush on his cheeks. "i didn't do it to spite you, honey, seriously. you just looked so cute and it's not often you show this side of you when you're on camera,” you said, adjusting his glasses. “seeing you so happy even in such an uncomfortable situation for you,” you sighed, brushing gently some of his hair from his forehead. “i love seeing you like this. happiness looks good on you, wonwoo.”

wonwoo scrunched his nose sweetly, looking down. “thank you,” he said, and leaned towards you, pecking your forehead.

“what are you doing?” you looked up from your book in confusion, watching wonwoo climb into bed.

"i'm going to bed?" he asked with amusement, pulling the covers over him.

"okay, but what are you wearing?" wonwoo couldn't help but laugh. he placed his glasses on the nightstand and wrapped his arm around you, pulling you closer to him. “a shirt,” he replied and kissed your cheek, settling more comfortably against your side.

"this is some kind of joke, right?"

"what are you talking about, baby?," wonwoo muttered, grabbing his own book.

“you never sleep with your shirt on,” you whined. without even putting the bookmark in the book, you threw it somewhere and knelt next to wonwoo, waiting for an explanation.

"you were so crazy about me being shirtless earlier that i'd rather not take it off now so you don't go insane again. i wouldn't want anything to happen to you, hm," he hummed, patting your thigh, as if that didn’t just make you go nuts.

“wonwoo, please?” you wanted nothing more than to wipe his stupid smirk off his face, you knew he was just teasing you now.

smiling sweetly at you, he grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head, throwing it to the ground. "better?" he asked, amused. you wanted to scream yes, but instead you threw yourself at him and snuggled into his side, finding your usual place in the crook of his neck. “much better,” you huffed happily.

“oh baby,” wonwoo murmured, kissing your temple.

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graves4girls · 8 months

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☆ let's go to bed | miguel o'hara

✮ wc. 763 ⚠︎ warning(s): fem!reader soft!miguel truther 4 life ⟡ be sure to check out my work on ao3 → gravesforgirls !!

Sliding one of his shirts he'd left behind over your pillow because you miss him. You hadn't seen him in a good few days, on account of a particularly difficult anomaly, and the best idea you can muster right now is to just fall asleep to the linger of his cologne clinging to the fabric.

You're curled up in your warm bed, tucked under the covers with the side of your face smooshed into your pillow, wallowing in the faint woody scent as you snore quietly. You don't hear the squeak of your unlatched window sliding open, but you stir when the pane closes with a sounding thud, a hushed expletive following as you slowly awaken. Your eyes wrench open to squint around the dark room, panicking for a moment when your gaze falls on the hulking figure beside your bed, clad in dark shadows, before you realize what's happening. Your face heats up a bit when you remember what your current state looks like, how pathetic it has to be.

"I didn't know you were gonna swing by tonight. A little heads-up woulda' been nice. You scared the shit out of me."

You sluggishly sit up from your mass of blankets, eyes still adjusting to the darkness as you look up at him.

"You shouldn't leave your window unlocked. That's incredibly dangerous."

"I live on the sixth floor. I doubt much could happen."

He scoffs quietly, but he has a gentle smirk on his lips. "I didn't mean to wake you up." He stalls for a second, eyes dancing across your sleepy figure. "Y'know, you're cute when you're sleeping."

"Creep."

He chortles quietly, stepping closer to the bed, but he stops, and your skin flares again when you see his gaze slide to the pillow beside you.

"Is that my shirt?"

You sputter a bit, utterly embarrassed he caught you stooping as low as that. "I know, it's weird. I just–" You trip over your words as you dig for an explanation that doesn't sound insanely desperate.

"Oye, cálmate. It's not weird. Es lindo."

He moves to sit on the mattress, reaching out a big hand to wrap around your own, thumbing over your knuckles. You sit there for a moment in comfortable silence, grinning stupidly when he raises your arm to drop a kiss to the back of your hand.

"Eres tan bonita, muñeca. C'mere, mamí."

You scoot closer to him to nestle into his side as he leans back against the headboard of the bed, slinking his arm around your waist as he looks down at you. City lights bleed into the room from your drawn curtains, painting him in soft purples and whites that wash over him perfectly, the light delicately clashing with the harsh shadows of his angular features.

"How did the mission go?" You drape a leg over his lap to get impossibly closer, letting your hand settle over his chest.

"Awry, at first, but we got him and sent him back to his universe. He was a lot bigger of a threat than any of us had thought."

You can tell just the thought of what had happened irked him, if the way he clenched his jaw was any telltale.

"Well, I'm glad you're okay. And now you can relax for a little bit. Just me and you."

That soft smile finds its way back onto his lips, and he sinks further into the bed, rolling onto his side to wrap around you like a constrictor. He's kissing you now, tender and sweet, one of his hands sliding up your spine to hold the back of your head. It's cool in your room, but he's insanely warm against you, big hands moving to clutch at your hips as your arm curls around his waist, slipping your hand under his shirt to let your fingertips run along his bare skin. He drops a kiss to the corner of your mouth, your jaw bone, one more to your throat before he nuzzles his nose into your neck, taking in a long breath and letting out a tired sigh, big shoulders relaxing as he closes his eyes, lashes tickling your skin.

"Let me sleep in tomorrow morning. I'm fucking exhausted."

One of your hands comes up to comb your fingers through his soft curls, pressing a short kiss to the top of his head. "I can tell."

His arms tighten around you to keep you from slipping out of his grasp, and his breath quiets.

"I'm gonna need that shirt back, by the way. It's one of my favorites."

#m.ohara #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #spiderman 2099 #spiderman #spiderman into the spiderverse #spiderman across the spiderverse #into the spiderverse #across the spiderverse #into the spider verse #across the spider verse

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moralesmilesanhour · 8 months

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if you believe in me - 01

summary: You and Miles decide to make it official. Kind of. wc: 763 warnings: none a/n: I love setting my characters up for failure <3

Miles hadn't texted you at all since the kiss, but not for lack of trying.

He would begin to type out a message:

"hi".

No, too empty. Perhaps a bit creepy.

Backspace.

"hey :)"

Would you expect him to use smiley faces? No, it felt too different to how he spoke in real life. Backspace.

Maybe he should rip a page out of his classmates' playbook. It always seemed to work for them when he peered over at their screens.

"wyd?"

He frowned at his phone in bewilderment. Why would he ask that all of a sudden with no context?

Backspace.

"Hey, Y/N! Just checking in to see how you're doing."

Miles mentally cursed himself when he realized how much the text sounded like an email.

He flopped down onto his bed in defeat, and checked his digital alarm clock. 7:30 pm. He had been sitting there for an entire half hour and could hardly get a greeting out, probably leaving you to wonder why the boy who had literally kissed you last week couldn’t be bothered to send a text.

Miles knew that today would be special when his phone alarm actually woke him up - and from a dreamless sleep, at that. Normally the sun would practically blind him after the curtains were thrown open by his mother, yelling frantically about how he was going to be late in half an hour. The sky was miraculously just turning a periwinkle blue outside, and the possibility of actually getting breakfast seemed within reach for once.

Miles squinted to read the menu above him. Ordering a spicy beef patty before 8 in the morning sounded like a poor dietary decision, so he went with a bacon egg and cheese sandwich like everyone else. As soon as he backed up from the counter, he made the mistake of glancing to his right at the fridge containing drinks on the other side of the bodega, and his stomach dropped.

Your jacket was instantly recognizable, even from a mile away.

Miles threw on his hoodie and shuffled over to the aisle behind him, where he pretended to be preoccupied with a container of instant coffee while trying to keep his face covered. When he saw movement in his periphery, he ducked his head and inched his way towards the freezer that contained his prized can of Arizona tea. He was about to reach for the handle, just inches away from success, when your voice stopped him:

“Morales?!? Where the hell have you been?”

Fuck.

“Hey,” Miles gave you a tight smile as he turned slowly to face you. “How…how are you?”

“I’m good,” you nodded, before lightly smacking him in the arm. “Haven’t heard from you in a minute, though. Why I ain’t catch you in class?”

The boy shrugged. “I dunno. Still in the same seat every day. Maybe you just missed me.”

As he said this, Miles recalled seeing you in the cafeteria while making his way upstairs the other day and ducking behind a trash can before your eyes could meet. You having gone back to your regular seat in AP Calc made avoidance even easier; he could simply time when he went over to his seat, a small crowd of students providing ample cover.

“Chopped cheese!” a man called out from the front, interrupting his thoughts.

“That’s me,” you said with a grin.

“”Bacon egg and cheese!”

“And that’s me,” Miles replied as he spun around to retrieve his order, making sure to leave room for you to pass behind him after grabbing your sandwich.

Once outside, he realized that you were staring at him. Not just in passing, but expectantly. Was he meant to do something?

“What?” he asked, eyebrow raised.

“You like me, right?”

“I-um…yeah,” Miles’ eyes darted away from your face. “I don’t think I’d kiss anybody I didn’t like.”

“Don’t get smart with me, you didn’t text me at all afterwards. I was starting to get the wrong impression!”

He snorted, “Well, now you’ve got the right one.”

“Sooo…” you tilted your head. “Does that mean we’re like, a thing now?”

He tensed at the suggestion. ‘A thing’. You’d think it was obvious what that meant, but what did it really mean in tenth grade? Sit at home and kiss a lot?

But your smile began to falter the longer he took, and the sight stung him.

“I guess we are,” Miles finally replied. He looked down. “What are you doing?”

“Holding your hand, duh!”

He let you intertwine your fingers with his, tentatively squeezing them in return.

#miles morales x reader #earth 42 miles morales x reader #earth 42 miles x black!reader #miles morales x black!reader #earth 42 miles x reader #moralesanhour

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antoncyng · 3 months

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another small drabble because these kind of plots have been on my mind ever since the video of jennie surprising rose on her fancall 2 years ago.. can you see where im going ? so imagine this with you and wonbin.. 🤍

surprise! - park wonbin

idol!bf!wonbin x nonidol fem!reader

warnings: complete fluff, wonbin as a whipped af bf, supportive reader gf, pet names (angel, baby, princess)

wc : 763

seeing your boyfriend of 3 and a half years get to the top of album charts internationally and in korea, it made you proud. at most times you felt like a proud mom watching her son grow into his dream, and wonbin always knew he had an amazing supportive girlfriend waiting for him at home after his long schedules. at first, the difference between schedules was a small problem when wonbin first debuted. RIIZE was busy everyday, music show after music show. and when they weren’t recording pre-recordings for music bank or inkigayo, they were recording songs. comeback after comeback, wonbin was tired! his favorite part of the day was being able to come home to his affectionate girlfriend, and listen to her day as he slowly falls asleep in her arms.

“baby i have to go now,” wonbin said with a small frown as he looked down at you, clinging onto the standing boys torso as you sat in bed, just woke up. “its so early, i dont want you to go yet” you said, mumbling the words into his shirt as you heard his chuckle at your actions. “i’ll be home soon tonight, we have a fancall and thats it okay? ill be back soon” he told you, gently brushing his fingers through your bed hair, looking up at him and nodding. he bent down to give you a last kiss for that morning before he left, leaving you home alone.

but you were planning something for wonbin, he told you multiple times before that he enjoyed talking to fans and interacting with them through calls, but he got very socially drained easily. and what was the cure to that? you. yes, you spent $650 on albums for your boyfriend to cheer him up while he did his job, and thankfully you got in! you used a different name, your english(or second) name that your parents gave you, the name wonbin definitely wouldn’t be able to tell its you.

POV CHANGE ; yns pov

i got out of bed, looking at the time and remembering my time slot, i had until 3:50 pm. it was currently 11:00 am, i had all the time in the world right now! i sat on the couch going through netflix, finding a show. i finished a few episodes and looked at the time, oh okay its just 3:00.. wait its 3:00 already?! oh my god i have to get ready for the fancall! i jumped off of the couch and ran to my room, changing only my top since wonbin wouldn’t be able to see my pants, then into the bathroom to get ready, i finished my makeup and looked at the time. perfect! 3:35, ill set up the phone and get ready for the call. i sat at my desk in me and wonbins shared room, my phone set up with my mirror lights on, a stand up background behind me with decorations and pictures of wonbin, feeling slightly cringed but excited to see his reaction. i checked the time again, 3:48, i should be getting the call anytime so-

*ring ring ring, ring ring ring*

the phone is ringing! okay, take a deep breath.. wait why am i so nervous? hes my boyfriend..

POV CHANGE BACK authors pov

you answer the video call, the staff holding up a piece of paper with the questions, “can you hear me when i say this?” she says hello and you nod, not wanting to use your voice yet in case wonbin was already listening. the staff held up an OK! 👌 hand and said “please wait”, soon enough you saw the phone being set up to a distracted wonbin, looking down at the album.

“hello? earth to wonbin?” you said with a big smile on your face, watching him snap his head up with a huge smile painted on his face as soon as he recognized your voice. “princess, what are you doing here? why would you buy my fancall?” he asked excitingly, before he got cut off by a younger members peeking his head into the camera. “hiiiii ynie!!” an excited sohee said, you waving to him as he got pushed and shooed away by wonbin. “i wanted to surprise you, i know you said your calls get tiring so i wanted to give you some energy,” you said smiling, then pointing to the background. “do you like it? i made it myself!” you said proudly, watching wonbins huge grin on his grow bigger.

“i love it, thank you angel, youll always be my number supporter hm?”

#antoncyng #riize imagines #riize x reader #antoncyng drabble #riize wonbin #wonbin #park wonbin #wonbin x reader #riize au #kpop au

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pxgeturner · 10 months

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omg tell me why i was just thinking about making out with miguel and your glasses bump together and his break 😭😭 you’re all panicked and whatever and this man just does not give a fuck he’s tossing them aside while the arm is bent at a whole right angle… straight back to undressing you like the loser he is

he was probably like a 30 yr old virgin tbh he is king of dorks. wc: 763.

he has you sat on his desk, laptop and papers pushed to either side to accommodate you. he fumbles with your coat as he kisses you, but slips as he slides the sleeves down. you’re caged in as he’s forced forward. the tupperware box in your lap fall to the food and your heads collide with a glorious clack.

“miguel!” you try to slide off of the table to rescue the food. “i-” a kiss. “need-” another, “you need-” you put your palms out before your lips can touch again. “you need to eat lunch, no more working through your breaks.” you take a second to gulp in air as you keep looking down at your skirt. hod, kissing sure takes a lot out of a girl. miguel tilts your chin up, making you look at him.

“i-”

“OH MY GOODNESS! your glasses!” you pluck them from his face, examining the webbed cracks in the left lens and the hinge bent completely out of shape.

“cariño, you want me to eat, no?” he moves the glasses out of your grasp, discarding them off to the side of the desk. you nod. he kneels and you think he’s about to grab the lunchbox, but instead he hooks his hands behind each of your calves and says, “and you’re so nice for that, muñeca, to bring me a meal. but honestly there is only one thing i want.”

you nod again, “uh, huh,” stretching to get his glasses. your fingertips graze them, but miguel bumps the desk and moves them from reach

“baby,” he’s slipping off your panties. you’re still trying for the glasses, your torso turning so far it’s almost making a ‘c’. “baby,” he says again, softer. This time you feel his breath right against your clit. you sit up straight, your hands going straight to your boyfriend's hair. you look at him, smirking at you, hands at your hips, keeping your skirt bunched up

“miguel!” he nips at your thigh and you squeal. “what are you doing?” he lifts your legs over his shoulders.

“I’m taking my meal.”

“what ? no! we are at your work!! anyone could come in-”

“it’s lunch. everyone is out. we have twenty more minutes until people start filing back in.”

“that’s not a guaran-”

He nips at your other thigh.

“TEE!”

“remind me, where are we?”

“Your of-office,”

“and what’s special about my office?”

“It’s-it’s yours.”

another bite.

“um, it, it’s-”

“mi cosita, i’ve fucked you dumb without even touching you.” you whine, he’s being so mean, not touching you. where’d your sweet boyfriend go? you grind into the air looking for some friction. “oh, poor little thing, do you want me to remind you why my office is special?”

You nod, whining.

“i’m the boss, preciosa. I run this whole place. I get a nice office, all to myself, so i can draw the blinds down and fuck you stupid.”

“miguel,”

“yes, pretty girl?”

“touch me.” he puts his lips to your pretty pussy

“do you deserve it?”

“you, you, said, you need to eat.” what the fuck are you saying? You must sound so stupid.

a lick to your clit snaps you out of it. you look at your miguel. his eyes are closed, he looks like an angel— no, a demon. a sexy, tempting, demon who knows how to get exactly what he wants from you. you roll your hips onto his tongue, egging him on. you have to lay down– it’s all so intense you don’t trust yourself to sit up.

he moves his hands up from your thighs, up to your waist. he holds you down and rubs circles into your tummy. his mouth mouths effortlessly against you, and you squeeze his head between your thighs. he nuzzles into you, his slight stumble making you yelp. his nose rubs against your pretty little button as he moves. whenever he hums, it shoots sparks through your spine.

“miguel–”

“i got you baby,” he started somehow doing more, and you couldn’t hold off even if you wanted to. he’s licking, sucking, nipping. and you pull at his scalp, he loves it, it’s like saying god job, keep going. “you’re right there honey, i know you are, just let go baby.”

“mi-miguel i–” he sucks at your clit one more, and you’re seeing stars, back arched and knuckles turning white gripping onto miguel’s hair. he keeping going, working you through it, and easing you back down. once you’re back on earth, he stands, and helps you sit up.

“thank you, tesoro.” he kisses your temple.

#accross the spiderverse #atsv #atsv miguel #miguel o'hara #miguel o hara x reader #miguel o’hara x fem!reader #miguel o’hara x you #miguel o’hara smut #miguel x you #miguel x reader #my writing #nsfw.giselle

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enhahooninurwindow · 2 months

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Love's Serenade: A Gentleman's Date Night

Pairing: Jay x reader 🍓MASTERLIST

Genre: fluff

Wc: 763

Summary: You and Jay have been dating for over a year and he knows when you’re upset and decides to push your stress away 🎀

Jay had noticed that you, his girlfriend, had been feeling stressed and overwhelmed lately. He knew that you deserved a break from your hectic schedule, so he decided to plan a special date night to help you relax and unwind. On a crisp Saturday afternoon, he surprised you with a bouquet of your favorite flowers and a note that read, "Let's escape for a while and forget about the world together." Your face lit up with delight as you read the note and hugged him tightly, grateful for his thoughtful gesture. He had planned a romantic evening at a cozy restaurant by the waterfront. As you sat down at your table overlooking the serene view of the lake, he could see the tension melting away from your shoulders. He made sure to order your favorite dishes and engaged you in light-hearted conversation, making you laugh and forget about your worries for the time being. After dinner, he took you for a leisurely stroll along the waterfront promenade. The cool breeze and the sound of gentle waves lapping against the shore created a tranquil atmosphere. He held your hand as you walked, occasionally stopping to admire the stars twinkling in the night sky. As you reached a secluded spot by the water's edge, Jay spread out a blanket and invited you to sit with him. He had brought along a small picnic basket filled with your favorite snacks and a bottle of sparkling cider. You shared stories, dreams, and aspirations, lost in each other's company and the peaceful surroundings. The night was magical, and you felt a sense of calm and contentment you hadn't experienced in a long time. His thoughtful gestures and unwavering support made you feel cherished and loved.

After spending hours enjoying each other's company, you decided to head back home. He drove you back in comfortable silence, allowing you to savor the memories of the beautiful evening you had shared. Back at his place, he dimmed the lights and lit some scented candles to create a cozy ambiance. He wrapped you in a warm embrace, feeling you relax against him. You cuddled on the couch, watching a movie you both loved while sipping on hot cocoa. He gently stroked your hair, whispering words of affection and reassurance. He reminded you that you were strong and capable, and that he was always there for you no matter what. As the night progressed, your found yourselves lost in conversations about your aspirations for the future, and laughed about silly moments you had shared together. He listened intently to every word you spoke, his eyes filled with admiration and love. He admired your resilience, your passion for your work, and your unwavering dedication to everything you believed in. He made sure to express his pride in your accomplishments and reminded you of your strength whenever you doubted yourself. You, in turn, opened up about the sources of your stress and anxiety. You spoke about the pressures at work, the challenges of balancing your personal and professional life, and the constant self-doubt that crept in during difficult times. He listened empathetically, offering words of encouragement and support without judgment. Your bond grew stronger with each passing moment, fueled by trust, understanding, and genuine affection. He knew that being there for you meant more than just planning a date night; it meant being your rock, your confidant, and your biggest cheerleader. As the night wore on, you cuddled closer, finding solace in each other's arms. He gently kissed your forehead, sending waves of warmth and comfort through you. You talked about your future together, envisioning a life filled with love, laughter, and endless adventures. With each shared laugh and tender touch, the stresses of the outside world faded into the background. You were in your own little cocoon of love, where nothing else mattered except the bond you shared. As dawn approached, you finally drifted off to sleep, wrapped in a blanket of love and contentment. He held you close, grateful for the opportunity to show you how much you meant to him and promising to always be there to chase away your worries and fears. The morning sun cast a soft glow through the curtains, signaling the start of a new day filled with possibilities. He woke up to find you snuggled against him, your peaceful expression bringing a smile to his face. He knew that your love was a source of strength for both of you, and he vowed to cherish every moment you shared, making each day more special than the last.

#enhahooninurwindow #enhypen fluff #enhypen x reader #enha x reader #enha imagines #enha fluff #enhypen #enhypen jay #enhypen reactions #jongseong #park jongseong #jay fluff #jay fanfic #jay x reader #jay x y/n #enhypen scenarios #jay scenarios

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1800classiccherries · 11 months

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Cake! ♡‧₊˚

⚘ Earth42!Miles Morales x black!fem!reader

⚘ Fluff! use of knives for baking, kissing

⚘ summary: Miles and reader bake a cake together.

⚘ wc: 763

⚘ this is my first time writing 42!miles so bare with me 😁☝🏾 (also sorry for the lack of picture, I'm on the fence about changing the way I format these.)

"How hard can it be?" you shrug feeling confident, as Miles reads the strawberry shortcake recipe you handed him.

“mm.. Ion know, this looks kinda difficult, ma…” he flips the paper and reads the rest of the instructions with a squint, “But, hey, if you got experience in this sorta thing…”

“I’m basically a pro, I’ve baked plenty of cakes.” As in plenty, you’ve bakes two and they both turned out less than great, but you chose to leave that part out.

“If you say so…”, he squints at you, “Are these all the ingredients we need?” he asks referring all the stuff on the counter you had set before he arrived.

“Mhm! That should be all of it…” you open a drawer that has a few aprons inside, “Want an apron?”

“you got one of them kiss the chef aprons?” you nod, “then I’ll take that one."

You hand him the apron and then grab one for yourself, yours just being a simple green with faint floral patterns. Once the two of you have tied them on Miles looks at you with an expecting look ok his face.

“What?” you ask already knowing what he wanted.

“Read the apron. I think the chef needs a kiss, don’t you?”

You tilt your head at him with an eyebrow raised, “I think the chef needs to focus on this cake we’re boutta attempt.”

“Aww, don’t be like that, y/n” He pleads, taking a hold of your waist.

With the way he was looking at you, you gave in giving him a short kiss knowing that if you kept going the cake would be forgotten.

Turning your attention back to the cake it was time to begin, you pick up the paper with the instructions on it and begin reading aloud the first few steps. Whipping the eggs, sifting the flower then combining the two. Miles took care of the eggs and you happily sifted the flour having found it very satisfying.

“Y/n, could you pre-heat the oven? I’m almost done with this part,” Miles requests as he adds the milk and butter into the mixture.

Once the oven was heated to the right temperature, you place the cake pan inside and set a timer for 30 minutes.

“What should we do for the next 30 minutes?” you ask staring the the cake in the oven.

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Pulling away from Miles as you sit straddled on his lap, breathing slightly heavy, “Do you hear that?”

“Ion hear anything,” he brushes off pulling you back in by your hips.

You give up on trying to make out the sound and go to back making out with Miles, but you hear the sound again.

“Don’t tell me you can’t hear that?” the sound was driving you crazy and you had a nagging feeling that it was important but you couldn’t place it.

“Y/n-“ he starts before you cut him off putting a finger to his lips.

“Shh, it sounds like it’s in the kitchen… Did we- Oh! The cake!” you promptly climb off of him and dash to the kitchen.

You grab the oven mitts on the counter and carefully take the cake out dumping it onto the drying rack.

“This actually looks good!” you cheer hopping a bit.

Miles finally makes it into the kitchen, “Of course it does, we made it.”

“I’ll cut this into three, and while it cools we can make the icing. Get the cream and sugar out.” Miles follows your instructions grabbing the necessary ingredients.

You pull a knife out of the drawer and cut the cake horizontally into three shorter cakes. Miles whips together the cream and sugar being sure to not make a mess.

After the icing is made and the cake is cooled, it’s now time to assemble. You got the strawberries out of the fridge, washing and cutting them in half. Miles spreads and even layer of icing between each layer, pausing each time so you can add the strawberries.

Coating the cake with a layer of icing along the outside and adorning the cake with the last finishing touches, the two of you take a step back to admire your work.

“I won’t lie, it looks great.” Miles admits surprised at how well it turned out.

You grin hearing the compliment “See? And to think that you doubted us.”

“Not too much, for all we know it could be nasty.”

It was very much the opposite and y’all couldn’t help but eat most of it. Being sure to save a piece for your families to try.

Thanks for reading!

I didnt edit much and wrote pretty quick this so if sumn doesnt makes sense, oopsie 😋

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plentyoffandoms · 5 months

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Main Masterlist ♡ Video Games Masterlist

Bringing in the New Year

Simon "Ghost" Riley x f/Reader

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Warnings: Some swearing. Oral (f & m receiving), fingering unprotected sex, p in v. Mention of butt plug & anal. Cum swallowing.

Gifs and photos do not belong to me. 1st gif: @lethalchiralium

The cover photo was found online. If it is yours, please let me know so I can properly give credit.

Smut below the cut

WC: 763

Summary: Ghost decides to ring in the New Year's in a different way.

My hands rubbed her thighs, inching closer to where I needed to be the most.

The music faded into the background as the only music to my ears were the moans that fell from her lips as I sank to my knees in front of her.

"Si," was all she got out before her voice broke out into a moan.

"Shh, come on now, my Angel. No one else needs to hear those pretty noises that are just supposed to be for me." Like anyone would hear. We are in the master bathroom, which is off limits to everyone else, but I know how loud my girl can get.

I wasn't surprised that she wasn't wearing any underwear, but I was shocked at how wet she was.

"What made you this wet, Angel?" I asked her as I slid one of my fingers in her pussy, making her once more gasp out my name.

I mentally shook my head. If she was like this with just one finger, then she was already gone.

"I asked you a question." I stated.

"You. Always you, Simon."

"Good girl." I smiled at her. She is one of the few people who actually get to see me smile.

I leisurely thrust my finger in and out her pussy, not ready to speed this up, but she started to whine that she needed more.

"I got you, Love." I told her as I added another finger, and licked one long strip on her pussy with my tongue, moaning at the taste of her.

I wrapped my lips around her clit and started to suck as I fingered her.

My name fell from her lips like a prayer, and I knew she was getting close, but just as she was about to finish, I pulled my fingers and mouth away, making her cry out.

"What the fuck Simon?" I chuckled at her little angry outburst. I licked my lips as I stood, tasting her on my mouth. Knowing I will still be tasting her for the rest of the night.

I wrapped my hand around her throat and gently squeezed, making her eyes flutter.

I let go of her throat, "Turn around Angel." She did as I asked. I unzipped my jeans just enough for me to pull myself out.

I gripped my cock in my hand, jerking it a few times as I placed it against her entrance, but something caught my eye before I even pushed in.

A heart-shaped butt plug was nestled in her ass. I didn't move, as I just stared at it. "Simon?" She started to turn around to see what if I was okay, and that broke me out of my trance.

I slammed my cock into her, making her scream my name, her head flung back, which gave me the opportunity to pull her head back so I could look down into her eyes as I brutally fucked her pussy.

"You trying to kill me?"

"Stretching out that pretty ass for me?"

Just the thought of fucking her ass was bringing me to the edge much quicker than I would like.

"Gonna fuck you all night."

"Kick everyone out."

I saw a bit of drool dribble out of the corner of her mouth, and her eyes were half-closed.

"Cock drunk for me? Love my cock don't you Angel." Not even a question, just a statement.

I kept up this brutal pace, my hips slamming into her ass, making sure to grind against it here and there, to force my cock to hit the tip of her cervix and to push the plug even deeper.

She came, squeezing my cock as tight as she could, screaming my name. Her pussy felt like it was choking my cock and I wasn't far behind.

I made sure to fuck her through her orgasm before I pulled out of her pussy and pushed her onto her knees, jerking my cock as she wrapped her lips around the head and took me as far as she could down her throat.

I could hear our guests downstairs, counting down, my hand quickly jerking my cock as the two of us stared into each others eyes.

"5....4....3....2..." I groaned her name as I stilled, my cum filling her mouth as she quickly swallowed.

"1! Happy New Year's." Everyone was shouting downstairs.

"Fuck me. Haply New Year's Angel." I said in between, trying to catch my breath.

With a loud pop, my sensitive cock fell from her cum stained lips.

"Mm, Happy New Year's, Si."

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nyctophiliq · 1 year

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✮ — MAKING OUT WITH WIDOWMAKER

CONTENT WARNING . . . afab reader, suggestive — lowercase writing intended, making out, widowmaker is very handsy or something like that, more hints at amélie than widowmaker, it’s kinda soft and fluffy

wc ; 763

MOSS' NOTES . . . here you go magie mage, sorry it took so so long!

she was beautiful like this, soft and sweet with her bitter lips tasting of the red wine she had been sipping against yours. she was everything to you, but you were also everything to her. you were two parts of the same whole, and sometimes that made it complicated. she loved you, and against all odds she loved you so much, even if she hadn’t yet figured out how to love herself after the horrible things she had done. that’s why the thought alone sent shivers down your spine when she asked if it would be okay for her to kiss you.

the problem was, you were so fucking turned on right now, you weren’t even thinking straight. it felt like everything else had fallen out of focus, leaving you just focused on this woman and nothing else. there were no other feelings in you, no thoughts about anyone but amélie and all you wanted to do was take her as far away from her demons as possible, keep her all to yourself until she is ready to fight on her own terms.

you were hesitant to kiss her back; it seemed like every time she started kissing you, you would be able to feel her teeth against your tongue. your eyes were closed so you didn't see it happen at first but after a few seconds you heard that familiar voice and opened your eyes. “you don't have to be scared of me.” she said, smiling at you while caressing your cheek with her fingers. you knew she would never hurt you, not in a million years, she had confessed to it so many times before that it seemed impossible to see her as a predator in any sense.

"i know you wouldn't." you reassure her, moving further up in her lap, your chest flushing against hers before your lips meet in a heated kiss. you felt her hands on your back and her fingertips digging into your skin before she started running them through the length of your hair making you gasp involuntarily at the sensations. your hands moved from hers to cup her face, pushing her body against yours to make sure you both fit perfectly. she moaned slightly as she pulled away from you, her breath fanning over your cheeks. she looked down at you and smirked before giving you another deep kiss. the butterflies in your stomach went wild at the sensation and your heart beat faster each second you spent with her. your hand moved from her face to the side of her neck before tangling itself in her locks. you pulled her closer to you and moaned again, this time louder. she let out a low chuckle which only made you want her more.

"you sound so cute." she mumbled against your lips before continuing to make out with you. her hands found their way under your shirt and began roaming your back making your hips buck towards her. she hummed into your mouth, pulling away for a minute before pressing herself against you again. her arms wrapped around your waist and her fingers gripped your sides tightly as she kept kissing you. your breathing turned into gasps as her tongue entered your mouth. she sucked on your lower lip and you bit down softly to deepen the kiss.

you couldn't help but moan as you felt her nails dig into your back. her kisses got rougher as she moved from your lips to your neck, sucking there lightly and leaving hot hickeys on your skin. your mind became hazy as she worked her magic on you. your breathing became heavier as your legs started shaking. your hands were starting to go numb as she continued to move her hands over your body. you could barely hold yourself together as she finally pulled away from you. her eyes were glazed as if she was in a trance and her pupils were blown wide open. her lips were swollen and red, her hair was messier than ever. it was all because of you; you made her do that.

"fuck," she breathed out in that lust rid, french accent, and your insides fluttered. her piercing yellow eyes stared into yours, moving between your lips and sight radically, unevenly, as if she was using some kind of code asking you if it was alright for her to continue. you gave little thought to it, nothing further than what was in front of you, nodding your head for her to do whatever she pleased because you could never oppose her.

#📼 › moss tapes #overwatch x reader #overwatch widowmaker x reader #widowmaker x reader #overwatch widowmaker #overwatch amélie lacroix x reader #amélie lacroix x reader

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beseojun · 1 year

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✰ Reflection: seojun looks back on his performance of spark ✰

back in the same familiar interview room, seojun immediately gives a polite bow to the staff that is in the room, ready to answer whatever questions that they throw his way. the same pounding in his chest is there but he knows it’s more from the adrenaline of his performance before. his mind is not focusing on anything else but spark right now since his mind was finally settling that he did a good job. no need to dwell on anything negative to sour his mood right now. he just needs to enjoy the afterglow and be ready to articulate his thoughts

do you feel confident in your performance?

this question made him think last time and here he was thinking again about all of this to make sure he doesn’t fumble over his words. “honestly, i feel confident in my performance overall. i was nervous at first since i usually don’t sing since i am always focusing on dancing but as soon as i got on the stage, i gave it my all. i took everything i learned within this short amount of time and made sure that i brought it out there. so i’m feeling confident that i did that for the performance and even improved a bit.”

what was the greatest challenge during this mission?

there were a few challenges but he hoped he had overcome them or did something to show that he did well during this. “there was a few since i knew i had to work on my vocals but i feel that i took in everything that bom told me as well as anything my team tried to help me work on. it was fun learning to sing better and i feel i’d gladly sing more often if given the chance.” he beams at the camera, having a new found love for singing though he’ll always love dancing the most.

so you rose in rank during the last episode, how do you feel about the new rank?

he expects the question but he doesn’t let it cause him to feel anxious. that would only cause problems for himself in the long run and he knows it. “i’m surprised but i’m glad i got to show the judges how i am on stage. the new rank is nice but i won’t let that get to my head. i wanna keep just showing them that i can improve and learn quickly while also taking the time to practice on my own every single time.” he gives a soft smile, letting out a breath he didn’t know he was holding but he feels good which is what matters to him.

did you feel you worked well with your teammates during this mission?

he instantly nods his head before clarifying, already knowing that his best friend is gonna be mentioned since he got to work alongside him. “i do. there was no tension at all and we easily helped up lift each other whenever we needed to. i made sure to be a cheerleader for joomi whenever i could since i wanted to see him do well and i know he can. kou was there to cheer me up which was appreciated. i’m glad he wanted to give me chocolate to help boost my mood, i know i’ll never forget that.” his eyes are bright as he recounts the moments he had with the tow he hadn’t known that well until now. “haneul is someone i always work well with and not just because we are best friends. he’s always there to comfort me and he worked with me a lot with my vocals. i don’t think i would have gotta better without him. i’m forever grateful to my best friend. thank you hannie.” his tone shifts a bit at the nickname he has for his best friend as his dimple comes with the smile that is spread across his lips.

after finishing the questions, he bows again to everyone before taking his leave. an elated feeling hitting him as he wanders out. he kind of wonders if the cameras would catch the moments with haneul again like they did last time. not that he would mind but it just causes him to laugh a bit. his mind wanders from that though since at the end of the day, he’d love to work with the three of them again. it probably won’t happen but he can dream. at least he enjoyed himself a ton with everyone on his team and got have a great time performing alongside them as well.

#be:ngs1p3 #이서준 — ✰ / solo #( wc: 763 )

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ghostlygeto · 2 years

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um if ur still doing the hurt/comfort prompts could you do sakusa x “look at me” 💕

i AM still doing the hurt/comfort prompts and i am so so sorry it took me so long to write this. i hope you enjoy

pairing: sakusa kiyoomi x reader

warnings: u n sakusa are married, angst, but happy ending

wc: 763

7. "Look at me."

For the first time in as long as you could remember, you didn't see the ring on his left hand. Even during a game he switches his usual gold band out for one of those silicone ones.

During the game you heard whispers around you of people talking about Sakusa's lack of ring. "Did something happen? Did he get a divorce?" There's no way they didn't know it was you sitting right in front of them. Fiddling with your wedding ring as you tried to focus on his hand long enough to spot the black silicone band on his finger. Maybe you just missed it the first time.

Nothing.

It felt like the wind had been knocked out of you. It may not have been that big of a deal, maybe he misplaced his silicone one. He can't wear the real one on court in case of an injury.

But even afterwards, after they had won their match and he came back out from the locker room. Usually he's wearing the gold band by now, to do his interviews. But still you found his left ring finger to be empty.

"y/n," Sakusa greets you with a kiss to your temple when you go down to meet him later, "Did you like the game?"

"Where's your ring?" You ask, trying to not let your emotion take hold. You didn't want to turn this into something huge. At least, not in front of all these people.

"What?"

"Your wedding ring. You didn't wear it during the game or put the real one back on after," You refused to look him in the eyes, knowing if his gaze met your own you'd probably burst into tears right there. You were trying to hard to keep your composure.

"Is that really all you focused on?" Sakusa scoffed, his usual dull tone unchanging, "I didn't think-"

"It's all the girls around me were talking about. It's our wedding ring. Of course it's what I was focused on," You responded, "Nevermind, Kiyoomi. I'll see you at home." You couldn't remember the last time you called him that.

You were thankful in that moment that you had driven separately from him, as you spent the first five minutes with the music playing too loud so you could drown out your cries. First he doesn't wear his ring for god knows what reason, and then he used the monotone voice towards you (which he never does). You love your husband, but currently you were less than pleased with him.

Knocking on your car's window pulled you from your thoughts, sniffling and wiping the tears from under your eyes.

"y/n, unlock the door please," It was Kiyoomi. "I want to apologize to you but it's really hard to with the music and all." You could tell he was yelling pretty loud, since the music was loud enough as is.

You hesitated for a moment, but decided to unlock the door so he could get in your passenger seat. The first thing he did was turn down your music (much to your disliking). “It’s cold out there, and you didn’t even bring a jacket,” He clicked his tongue, feigning annoyance for a second before turning to you with a soft look. “I’m sorry for what I said inside.”

You refused to look over, tears still rolling down your face. You weren’t sure what he could say to make you feel better right now. “You still aren’t even wearing it.”

“y/n, look at me, please,” Sakusa took your chin between his thumb and index finger to pull your face towards him, “They were in my other gym bag. I somehow forgot it when I left this morning, I had to use my emergency bag that I always keep in my car.”

You suddenly felt stupid, you knew he left his gym bag at home this morning because he texted you complaining. And the emergency gym bag had been in his car since before you got married (which means that bag has sat untouched in his car for well over a year). “I’m sorry, Omi. I shouldn’t have just assumed anything.”

“Don’t apologize, y/n. If I saw you out and about without your ring on, I’d be upset too.” He placed a small kiss on your nose before putting his forehead on yours, “I’ll put an extra silicone one in my emergency bag, and my back up emergency bag.”

You laughed for a second, before realizing what he said. “Wait, you have a back up emergency bag?”

hurt/comfort prompts

comments, reblogs, requests, n likes appreciated!

#sakusa kiyoomi #haikyuu #hq sakusa #sakusa kiyoomi x reader #sakusa kiyoomi angst #sakusa x y/n #msby sakusa #haikyuu sakusa #mine !!

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theluckywizard · 11 months

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Lucky Lucky Happy Friday! For DADWC, how about some Cullen and Rose at early Skyhold, plus "does that noise ever stop?" fom Dorian's quotes eheheheheh

Hi Dema! Definitely feeling sleepy and a little bit buzzed from the verdejo when I wrote this, but here is my fill for you!!! @dadrunkwriting

Rating: Mature

WC: 763

CW: Implied/overheard sex

Characters: Cullen/Rose Trevelyan, Bull/Dorian

The alpine sun bears down on us with a certain hardheadedness, attempting to warm us to spite the bitterness of the winds that whip across Skyhold’s battlements. All it really succeeds at is blinding Cullen and I as we attempt to take in the state of the encampment below from the very best vantage point. We each tend to our hair as the stiff gusts kick it up, Cullen’s tamed curls flipping forward in a comical sheet that he curses, while I claw at a web of strands that attempt to overtake my face. He looks frustrated, but I laugh in spite of it, because at least we’re here in this bloody fantastic keep that we could never have matched with our political contacts. At least I’m warmed by his company, cranky as he ever was at the moment.

“Are you sure you don’t want to do this later?” I ask him, elevating my voice to overcome the whistles and yowls across the parapets.

“It’s rather time sensitive,” he calls from a body width away. “And the view is best from right here.” He hugs his arms for warmth, stubborn as ever. I draw my shoulders around my ears like it might do something to counter the assault of the wind. It doesn’t.

“Let’s make it quick then and then we can warm up in your office,” I suggest. He points at the furthest reach of the frozen lake, indicating the inner checkpoint.

“At that distance–” Cullen is interrupted by the groan and rock of wood from within the tower beside us. His indignance is immediate. First the wind has the audacity to howl over him and now– whatever that noise is is just mocking him. “At that distance–” The knocking and moaning of wood against stone becomes more rhythmic. Truthfully there are a hundred things it could be with all the repair work descending upon Skyhold. But my cheeks know better somehow and a blush muscles it’s way forward from behind the windburn to overtake my cheeks.

Cullen is not to be defeated. He moves closer to the merlons and points with a snap of his elbow.

“At that distance the inner checkpoint should afford us–” The knocking has given away to banging and I restrain my expression into something, nothing good really, but something that isn’t abject horror or a moronic grin. I’m not sure who’s in there, but I know they’re having a proper roll. Cullen seems none the wiser, only increasingly incensed.

“Maker’s breath. Does that noise ever stop?” he demands. He walks over to the door and looks like he’s about to open it.

“Cullen– don’t–” I cry over the clatter of rough ridden furniture.

“What? Whatever work they’re doing can wait for you and I to finish our conversation,” he says, and just as his hand alights on the latch the cries and curses begin. His hand recoils from the latch like it had scorched him. He steps back, a darling flush seizing his face and ears.

“Do you want me to order them to knock it off?” I ask, a little smile slipping. He grasps the back of his neck like his head might roll off.

“Perhaps we could come back in a half hour.”

“I think five minutes might suffice, to be honest,” I reply, catching his eyes with a brazen little look, about as brazen as I’m capable of anyway. His embarrassment gives way to a reluctant smile and he glances at the tower where the door begins to bounce. Cullen covers his eyes with a gloved hand and paces away just as a cry of triumph breaks across the moan of the wind.

“Anaan!”

But of course. Cullen and I look at each other and shake our heads simultaneously, no longer able to contain our juvenile smiles.

“Andraste preserve me,” he mutters with a snort. He sighs heavily. “Tea? In my office?”

“Tea would be brilliant.”

“By the time we warm up, perhaps Iron Bull will have withdrawn,” he says and then mortified by his chosen turn of phrase, he continues. “... from the tower, that is.” My laughter is immediate and while embarrassment is an adorable look on him, he owns it, gazing back at me with a knowing smile of amusement. Walking back to Cullen’s own tower he ventures to speak again. “He really does make a racket, doesn’t he?”

“That shouldn’t surprise anyone,” I answer. “The man is nearly eight feet tall.”

“Does he have to do it in the middle of the day?”

“I suspect he would argue ‘yes’. As would Dorian.”

“Dorian?! Maker’s breath,” he says reflexively.

“Maker’s breath indeed.”

#DADWC #dragon age fanfiction #cullen rutherford #cullen x female trevelyan #cullen x trevelyan #iron bull x dorian #you too can have sex in the middle of the day cullen!#theluckywizard

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justnerdy15 · 9 months

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one step forward, three steps back (daily snippet 8.20.23)

wip: Come Back Home wc: 763 background: Edith's father pays a visit to the house. It doesn't end well. prompt: @flashfictionfridayofficial broken mirror warnings: off-screen violence

The house is ruined. Gaping holes in the drywall, overturned furniture, a rotten smell wafting from the kitchen.

As Edith gingerly steps through the wreckage, noting the torn magazines and ripped cushions scattered about, a list of everything that needs to be done is already starting to form in her head.

Call the school and see if they will keep the kids for a bit after the day ends. God knows, this is the last thing they need to see.

Call the caseworker and tell him Michael’s gone off the fucking deep-end again. Off to who knows where doing who knows what.

Check her lockbox. The medicine cabinet. Mom’s jewelry box. The kids’ rooms.

See if any of this can saved.

“Fuck,” Edith says under her breath, headache already pulsing in her temple. She looks into the kitchen and swears again.

It looks like he opened every single fucking thing in there and dumped it on the floor. Plates. Cups. Milk. Eggs. Cereal. Juice. He even punctured the goddamn cans from the pantry and threw them out as well.

Edith breathes out heavily, nails digging into her palms, and tries to tamper down the anger crawling up her throat, acidic and burning.

Anger isn’t going to help right now.

She forces her hands to relax, uncurling them slowly, and steps away from the kitchen doorway. She hasn’t even see the full extent of the damage yet.

The hallway hadn’t been spared either. The fresh paint, not all the way dried yet, pulled away in spidery strips from where the walls had been bashed in. Picture frames knocked down on to the floor. The glass smashed.

Edith presses her lips together into a thin line and bends down to gently pick up one of the frames, where Marty and Mason smile back at her with toothy six year old grins. She sniffs, tilting the frame to let the glass tumble to the floor, before plucking the photo out. Then, she goes to the next frame and then the next. Taking photos out as carefully as she can, not wanting to tear them, making her way down the hall. Can’t risk loosing these.

As the carpet crunches underneath her sneakers, she reaches the first of the bedrooms. Penny’s. The door’s beaten in a bit, wood splintering in the middle, but when she tries the doorknob it blessedly refuses to turn in her hand. Thank god. She peaks in through the split wood and breathes out a sigh of relief when the violet room is still in the same pristine condition.

Edith checks Peter’s next. Messy, but in a teenage boy kind of way and not in a raging alcoholic father way.

Fuck. Maybe it isn’t as bad as she thought.

But as she goes to check the next room, the bathroom, she is immediately proven wrong.

The walls are covered in vibrant markers, the same ones tossed on the floor, with written nonsense and curses from top to bottom. Large shards of the mirror blankets the sink and floor, leaving only the corners safely secured to the wall.

Edith can still see bits of writing on the shards. Colorful letters that once made the little messages she left for everyone. From I-love-you-s to dinner plans to the little scribbles the kids left. Even Mom had left a heart or note on occasion.

And it’s destroyed now. Broken and ruined and dangerous.

All because her father didn’t get what he wanted.

All because he decided to come back.

This isn’t fair; things were getting better. The house. Mom. Her relationship with her siblings. She thought they were finally getting past this. That it was going to be different this time around.

Her breath hitches in her chest and she bites down on her lip as she steps into the bathroom. The results of her efforts breaking underneath her.

All this work and it was for nothing. Nothing’s changed and she’s so stupid for believing otherwise. Why couldn’t he stay away? Why does Mom keep letting him come back? Doesn’t she understand — Doesn’t she care? This isn’t — This isn’t—

A sob breaks loose from her chest and hot humiliating tears start slipping down her cheeks. She scrubs at her face with one hand, trying to stop the tears, but it only makes her cries louder, breath stuttering, and she fumbles for somewhere to sit. Edith drops down onto the edge of the tub, spilled shampoo soaking into her jeans, and buries her face in her hand while the other holds on tightly to the photos.

#wip: come back home #flashfictionfridayofficial #my writing #original fiction

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justsomerandomfanfic · 2 years

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Can I Kiss You? - Steve Harrington X Female Reader

Title: Can I Kiss You?

Steve Harrington X Female Reader

Additional Characters: N/A

WC: 763

Warnings: Change in timelines, tension, feels, and fluff

The room was dark, the only light being emitted from the tv as Star Wars: A New Hope played. You were leaning against Steve's shoulder, occasionally grabbing pieces of popcorn and munching on them. Steve leaned against the couch, one arm against the back of the couch, his hand brushing your arm briefly. Steve could feel his heart beating, pounding in his chest. He couldn't seem to calm down. All he could think about was how nervous he was.

It wasn't until he felt your leg rub against his thigh that he realized he was holding his breath. Slowly letting it out, Steve inhaled deeply, releasing the tension.

He glanced up at the screen, watching Luke Skywalker save Leia. His gaze fell to your lips, noticing how they moved as you chewed on the popcorn. Steve's eyes darted to your mouth, and he licked his own lips, quickly looking away. He turned his attention back to the movie, enjoying the story. He didn't notice you taking a glance at him.

You enjoyed the couple of weeks with Steve. Having grown closer and closer to him than you could have ever imagined. He really was a sweetheart, and he made you smile more often than not. He would pick up the phone and call you just because, and you loved that about him. After the awkward diner date, Steve tried again, taking you to see a movie at the drive-in. Later, this time, you called and asked if Steve would like to go on a walk with you. He, of course, accepted. And, there, you two had conversations about nothing and everything. You felt so comfortable with him. But, you were sad that it was going to end.

You bit your lip, remembering that you were going home to California soon. Glancing up at Steve again, you were surprised that he was already looking at you. He cleared his throat, nervously.

"Um... Y/N," He started, "I just wanted to say... I really like spending time with you... You make me happy." He spoke softly.

You smiled, "I really like spending time with you too, Steve. Thanks for asking me out and showing me around town."

Steve smiled shyly, "I'm glad you liked it." He said, looking down at his lap.

You shifted in your seat, feeling suddenly very nervous. "I, uhm... I should probably be getting home now." You spoke, clearing your throat.

Steve nodded, "Yeah... But... It's late. You could... Stay the night. With me." Steve suggested and you worried on your bottom lip.

"Are you sure?" You questioned, but Steve nodded.

"Of course. I mean, I can sleep on the couch. You can have my bed." He offered, and you paused for a moment before speaking.

"I can't take your bed from you, Steve. I'll get the couch." You decided, and Steve shook his head.

"No way. I'll take the couch."

You chuckled lightly and shook your head. "We'll share it then." You insisted and Steve titled his head, with a small frown.

"Are you sure?" He asked, and you smiled.

"Yes, of course. It'll be like a sleepover." You nodded, standing.

Steve stood as well, leading you to his room. He opened the door and stepped aside for you to enter, shutting it behind you. The room was dark, lit only by the moonlight coming in through the window. Steve walked over and turned on the two bedside lamps. Then sat at the edge of his bed, motioning for you to sit down as well.

"We don't have to share if you don't really want to." Steve muttered but you shook your head.

"No. I do." You reassured him, taking his hand in yours.

"I really like you, Y/N." Steve murmured, gently squeezing your hand.

You looked up at him, smiling. "I really like you too, Steve." You spoke, blushing.

Steve gulped, licking his lips. Glancing down at your lips before looking back into your eyes.

"Can I kiss you?" He asked, and you smiled again.

"Yes." You whispered.

Steve smiled softly and leaned forward, kissing you. He pulled back slowly, and you rested your forehead against his. His hands moved up to your cheeks and he tilted his head up to kiss your forehead, breathing in your scent.

"I don't want you to go." Steve mumbled, leaning in close to your ear.

You nodded, "Me neither." You confessed, kissing his cheek.

Steve kissed your cheek, "Stay... Please..." He begged.

You smiled, "Okay, I will. For tonight." You promised and Steve smiled.

"Good," He breathed, kissing your lips softly.

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trashbag-baby666 · 5 months

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Eugene Roe VS. The Snow-Baberoe/OC

Summary: just as the title suggests. Gene doesn’t know how to handle living somewhere with four seasons.

WC: 763

C/W: None

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Gene had grown up in the south his whole life. He hadn't really left his respected part of the south. Especially not during the winter months.

So, when he found himself at John Hopkins university during the coming winter, he had no idea what he was in for.

Then there was Babe and Graham. Both of them had grown up in Philly their whole lives and were used to the snow. It was nothing new to them.

Gene had met Graham in his public speaking class.

They sat next to each other and sometimes Gene would help him take notes when he couldn't really use his hands that day.

Then Gene met Graham's partner Babe who had moved with him. He thought his chances were over till he got close with the two and they invited him to join their relationship.

It was perfect and Gene found himself spending more nights at the two's apartment than his dorm.

It was a Saturday at the end of November and the three had plans to get brunch and go to the park. It was getting cold but still it was nice out.

Instead, when Gene was the first to wake up he looked outside and saw the mountains of white snow everywhere.

He had seen snow maybe a handful of times before but this was a lot of snow.

"Hey, Genie." Babe smiled coming out of the bedroom rubbing his eyes tiredly as he saw Gene holding a cup of coffee and staring out the window.

"Morning, Edward." Gene hummed.

"Looking at the snow?" Babe asked, coming up behind Gene and kissing his cheek.

"Yeah," Gene sighed, turning to look at Babe and hugging his boyfriend, "Did you stay warm through the night?"

"Yeah I did, have you ever fallen asleep with Graham basically laying on top of you before?" Babe giggled, it was true Graham always seemed to be a personal heater for the two.

A while later the three of them were finishing up getting ready. Gene was sitting on his knees looking through the clothes he had at their apartment.

"Are we going to have to cancel our day because it snowed?" Gene looked at the two of them.

Babe smirked, "Genie? Are you serious? This is barely any snow."

Gene raised an eyebrow, in the south it was like a national emergency if it snowed. School would be canceled sometimes for only a week.

"I forget we didn't grow up in the same areas." Gene smiled a bit.

"Do you need to borrow some clothes?” Graham asked as he came up behind Gene. Gene sat back on his knees and looked at the curly haired boy.

“Please?” Gene sighed and Graham nodded and opened his dresser drawers.

“Won’t your joints get stiff in the cold?” Gene asked Graham as he took the jeans and long sleeved shirt from him.

“I mean yeah, I’ll just use my motorized wheelchair though.” Graham shrugged looking up at the pale boy. Gene just nodded and went into the bathroom to change.

Graham and Babe shared an amused smiles to each other over Gene seemingly thinking the snow meant the end of the world. “Do you think he’ll be prepared by next winter?”

“Maybe?” Babe chuckled, grabbing his hat out of the top of the closet where they had stowed away all the winter clothes.

Gene came out of the bathroom, “Now do either of you have a jacket I can borrow?”

The three of them were set as they came outside of the apartment building and Gene shivered seeing the fog of his own breath. “I don’t know how you guys do it?”

“You’ll get used to it.” Babe kissed his cheek as he walked down the path towards his car.

“Fuck,” Graham groaned as his wheelchair got stuck in the snow. Babe sighed, turning around to help him out.

Before Babe slipped on a path of snow covered ice. “Are you okay?”

“Fine,” Babe sighed as he got up brushing the snow off of him. Gene had helped Graham out of being stuck.

Then the three of them had made it to the car. Babe put the keys in the ignition and felt his brake pedal stiff up as his car made a sputtering noise. Babe tried again and the car sputtered again before it stopped.

“Fucking hell,” Babe slapped his steering wheel,

“Well I guess Gene was somewhat right about today.”

Babe sat back in his seat looking at the two of them, “I guess we are going to spend our day inside.”

#band of brothers #modern au #Gene has never dealt with the snow before #disabled oc #babe heffron #eugene roe #baberoe

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