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topguncortez · 2 years

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Dog Fight Football - J. Seresin

pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x shy!wife warnings: a bit smutty, Jake can't keep his hands to himself word count: 1k Hangman Masterlist | Main Masterlist prompt request: “I could just pull your bikini bottoms to the side, no one will notice”

Y/N had only ever watched the made up sport that was ‘Dog Fight Football’. The first time she had ever been witness to it, she was pregnant, and wasn’t really trying to get tackled by sweaty aviators. Now that she had had the beautiful little girl that was Ella Seresin, and somewhat back to her regular self, she was totally down for the game. Jake was excited, planning a whole beach day with the Dagger squad. Everyone had slowly started to move back to San Diego, where their permanent attachment was going to be located. Jake nor Y/N hadn’t seen a lot of the members since becoming a permanent squad.

Penny had agreed to watch the kids while Jake and Y/N relaxed with the team. She loved spending time with the little ones, and had become another name to the babysitting list. Amelia was also there, and Alex was bursting at the seams to build a sand castle with her.

“Y/N, you’re on my team!” Rooster called.

“What?! No! She’s my wife!” Jake called out as Y/N happily jogged over to Rooster’s side of the beach.

“That’s why she can’t be on your team! It’s cheating,” Rooster gave Y/N a high five as she ran over to his side, “Besides, I know she can distract you.”

Y/N nodded, and stripped off her t-shirt, leaving her just in her gym shorts and black bikini top. Jake groaned and rolled his eyes, pointing at his wife.

“Evil,” He said and Y/N just giggled.

“Alright, let’s play!” Maverick said, clapping his hands.

Jake and Rooster placed both of the footballs down on the line, getting face to face with each other. Y/N stood next to Rooster, lining up with Bob. When Hondo blew the whistle both of the men snapped the footballs up, and looked for their team mate. Y/N took off running to the otherside, as Bob chased after her. She was quick, and got around Bob easily, being wide open. Rooster threw the ball to her, and she caught it, only to be tackled by Coyote.

“Uh! Javy, you lug!” Y/N grunted as she hit the sand.

“Sorry, mama,” Javy said, offering her his hand.

“Y/N, you’re on the line,” Fanboy said and tossed her the ball, “Let’s see if you’re a better QB than Birdboy.”

Y/N squatted down in position with the ball, coming face to face with her husband. Jake grinned at her, his eyes shamelessly looking down at her breasts in her bikini top.

“Eyes up here, Seresin,” Y/N said.

“Can say that same to you, Seresin,” Jake said. Y/N bit her lip, she couldn’t help but admire her husband’s naked torso. He spent time on his body, working out every single day and eating right. Y/N could tell that his body had changed over the years, the once hard planes of his body had started to come a bit softer. He also was supporting chest hair that made him even more irresistible.

The team played for nearly an hour, finding themselves in a tie game. They decided that the next score would be the end of the game. When Hondo blew the whistle, Y/N snapped the ball up quickly. Her eyes looking around for a teammate to be open. Phoenix held her arms up to signal to Y/N, and she threw the ball to the pilot with ease.

“Run, Nix!” Y/N yelled to her friend. Phoenix didn’t dare look back as she crossed over the imaginary endzone line to score for their team, “Touchdown! In your face!” Y/N said to her husband.

“Oh yeah?” Jake smirked, and Y/N could see the gears turning in her head. She squealed and turned to run towards the Hard Deck, but Jake was quicker, grabbing her body in his strong arms and throwing her over his shoulder. She wiggled in his grip, pounding her hands on his back.

“Let me down, you oaf!” Y/N laughed.

“Nah! You called me an oaf!” Jake said, and playfully smacked her ass. Y/N giggled as he carried her towards the ocean, getting deep enough to toss her in. She let out a yelp as her body hit the cold water and Jake laughed.

“Jerkface,” Y/N said, coming up to him. Jake wrapped her in his arms and pulled her back flush to his chest. Her body was cold but was slowly warming thanks to Jake’s sunkissed body against hers.

“I love you,” Jake said, leaning his head into the crook of her neck, “And you look so sexy in this.” His hands skimmed the bottom of her bikini top, right under her breasts.

“Your friends are up the beach,” Y/N said.

“And?” Jake asked and pulled her hips back to meet his. Her eyes widened as she felt his hard-on against her ass. Y/N wiggled her hips against him and Jake groaned, “We could do it right here, just go a little farther out, I could just pull your bikini bottoms to the side, no one will notice.”

Y/N tilted her head as Jake placed kisses on her neck, and lazily ran his hands up and down her body. The feeling of his lips on her skin had her mind blanking for a moment, before she realized where they were and what they were lacking.

“We can’t,” Y/N said and turned in his arms, “We have no condoms, and I am not sure I want to have three kiddos under the age of four.” Jake frowned and Y/N leaned up to kiss the corner of his mouth, “Penny has our kids for the night so- JACOB!”

Jake put Y/N back on his shoulder and made his way back to where everyone was at. The squad had taken a break on the beach, drinking water and lemonade that Penny had brought down for them. Rooster was the first to notice they had come back from the water and called out to them.

“Where are you going?”

“To make another baby!” Jake said and Y/N lifted her head up and waved a Rooster as Jake carried her towards his truck.

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theresattrpgforthat · 7 months

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do you know of any solo-player crafting / designing games? like a witch making posions or someone building a cottage? the dream is a pen and paper solo-player architecture design game. or exploration/scavenging??

THEME: Crafting and Exploration

Hello friend, I selected some games that try to fit as many of the different prompts you are looking for here. Nothing fits everything, but everything fits something.

Dust and Void, by Robin Gibson.

The last remnants of humanity reside on Cathedral, a space-faring city, on its centuries-long mission to find a new home. Cathedral relies on spacecraft designed for deep space scavenging for vital resources.

In Dust and Void, players take on the role of these pilots. Players will explore the depths of space, look for resources, avoid dangers, and balance work, well-being and worship to make a name for themselves and build a legacy. Can you bring in enough to see humanity to a brighter tomorrow, and also to stay in the relative comfort of deep space?

This looks like a game that balances multiple characters, but is still designed for one person. It also appears to be a balancing game, so I’d expect being required to fulfill multiple objectives without depleting energy reserves or resources. If you want a game with high stakes and strategic options, you might want to check out Dust and Void.

Courier, by Sleepy Sasquatch Games.

Courier is a solo-RPG where you take control of a Courier—someone who travels the Wasteland delivering and trading cargo in exchange for REP, the currency of this post-apocalyptic future. As you explore the world around you, locations and factions are revealed and recorded on your map.

Choose to take jobs for factions and build reputation to access new benefits all while becoming better at your job and earning new character perks.

Courier is a highly structured game that focuses on exploration and salvage, leading your character through locations and various encounters, including Combat, Trade, and salvaging cargo. You work towards completing quests, earning money, and upgrading your reputation. Courier is probably the most like a traditional ttrpg in this list, and is great if you want to play a game but don’t want to be responsible for creating the world around you.

Guillotine Earrings, by Ella Watts.

You are a magical jeweller in a city on the brink of revolution. A solo RPG.

Guillotine Earrings is a magical journalling game on two pages. Your character is a jeweller living in a city on the brink of revolution, held in the grip of a cruel and despotic tyrant. Over the course of the game, you describe and draw the jewellery they make as they attempt to fan the flames of protest in the city with their art. You also describe the parties they attend, the allies they find, and the communities they enlist as they start a revolution behind the unlikely barricade of their storefront. It's up to you to decide which you prefer - or to play the game more than once, creating different people in different cities as they try to rise up against their oppressors.

This game is intriguing to me because while your character is responsible for making items, you’re also crafting a revolution. Your decisions throughout the game will determine whether you’ll have a better chance to improve your art or improve your revolution’s odds through persuasive checks - recruiting for the cause, making powerful allies, and improving your network. There’s also optional rules for a jenga tower or a pool of jewelry, if you want to heighten the tension and increase the randomness of your results. If you want a game where your character occupies a niche in society that gives them the ability to cause great changes in the world around them, I’d recommend Guillotine Earrings.

Botanicals, by Ben K Rosenbloom.

A game for making potions to solve peoples' problems. For one or more players. You will need some flowers, spices, maybe some bottles or cups, and anything else you want to throw in a potion.

This game can be played solo, although it also has instructions for higher player counts. This game might even work as a single-person larp, as it recommends creating your potions and determining their effects based on their colour and scent. The crafting of this game is more literal than it is theoretical, and it is likely to require some cleanup afterwards, so if what you are looking for is something immersive, this might be a good option. If you’re looking for mechanical crunch, you might want to look somewhere else.

Salvager, by TEU Games.

Collect salvage from wrecked space ships. You will gain in power and equipment. If you live long enough, retire to a life of luxury.

This is another exploration game that brings you across a hexmap as you look for salvage. The game fits on 2 pages, but is full of descriptions of what you find inside the ships, as well as roll-tables determining what your retirement looks like depending on how many credits you save. Just be warned - if you duck out of a job before it’s done, you risk losing money and also retiring in disgrace!

Bad Bad Brew, by CABBAGEHEAD.

BAD BAD BREW features a colourful trifold spread with all the rules and inspiration you need to brew your next potion. It includes all the instructions, several tables for ingredients and side effects, and your Alchemist's Tools to easily change its properties.

The game is designed to be accessible, easy to play and highly replayable. All you need is one six-sided die, writing tools and some creativity to start playing. The average session can be last from 10 minutes to as long as you want.

This is another game that has some tactile components to it, asking you to literally brew some of your concoctions. The game also expects your character to not always get the recipe right - and when that happens, expect a number of interesting side-effects. The game also suggests porting your creations into group sessions - perhaps something that your character made gets sold to an adventuring party! If you want something that can be played quickly, with many possible uses, check out this game.

Renovation, by kay w.

Renovation is a solo journaling game about a house. Whether or not the house is haunted depends on your definition of a haunting. In this game, you play as the house, old and worn, full of many memories and perhaps even ghosts. A new owner has come to renovate.

You do not wish for the renovation, but it comes regardless.

This is a story in which the architecture of a house is a form of resistance - and the new creation that you turn into at the end of the game is a horror, not an accomplishment. This is the closest I could find to an architecture game, using a deck of cards to determine what element of your house is changed. If your foundation crumbles, you are no longer the house you once were. This game certainly isn’t for everyone, but if you’re interested in a horror take on a game, this might be worth taking a peek at.

Masterpiece, by LordPaido.

It was on my walk home from the store when I saw it. A bird floating through the air, barely flapping its wings. At once, ideas began clamoring for attention; moving without movement as the theme for a new poem! But my masterpiece could also use such an allegory, although it might take more editing to make work….I'm so close, and yet, I feel so much further than when I started….just a few days more, and it should be complete.

Masterpiece is a solo GM-less journaling game about the creative process and what goes into making a truly unique work of art. Maintain your inspiration as you draw on the influences of the world around you, past, present, and future. Strive to remain focused and not grow distracted by lesser works. Weather whatever storms the outside world and your inner landscape throw at you – and see if you have what it takes to reach your full potential.

This game lists architecture as one of the forms of art you could use in your creative process. The game depends on a deck of cards, which you draw from to navigate your ideas, as well as tokens, which you use to track your character’s inspiration. Every “day”, you draw and place a card, and then interpret your progress into a journal entry. Sometimes you might draw an idea for a lesser work, which is mean to replicate how artists often have more ideas than time to complete them. The game might end with a finished Masterwork, but it might not! Out of all of the games I looked at, this is probably the most suited to the architecture prompt you listed. I hope you find it interesting!

Games I’ve Recommended Before

Grimoire, by Anna Landin.

Exclusion Zone Botanist, by William Rose.

#tabletop games #indie ttrpgs #dnd #game recommendations #asks #solo games #crafting #exploration

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ellaenchanting · 6 months

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Hypnovember 2023 Master Post.

This year was my 5th Hypnovember! To be honest, it felt particularly hard-fought since I had a lot of life stuff happening in the background this month. (Nothing traumatic, don't worry.) Still, I managed to write about 10,803 words, record almost 50 minutes of audio, and pay tribute to a lovely friend. I'm likely not doing daily prompts next year but I'm glad I ran this marathon one more time. 5 years is a respectable amount of time to do anything so- I'm proud of myself.

Everything I wrote/created is below! Use these icons to find what looks interesting to you:

Icons- 📰- story 🔊- audio ✅-recommendation list ⭐-Ella's favorites 😍- romantic 🌈- queer 😴- regular ole’ hypnosis 🛀- brainwashing and/or hypnotist in a tub 👻- spooky ❓- bad or reeeally questionable consent 👨‍🔬 -science! 🤪 -crackfic #-#sceneideas 😭-feeeels 🦄 -mythological creatures 🔥 -explicitly sexy 🔁 switchy switches 😵‍ -intelligence play 🫥-amnesia 🏴‍☠️- Our Flag Means Death fanfic ☕- comfort 🤏-tiny fic 💌-poem 🚫- denial or teasing 🪞-autobiographical or contains autobiographical elements 🧲 old timey mesmerism

Day 1: Dazed 🔊⭐😴

File description: One Take Wonder induction designed to remind you that going into trance isn't difficult at all.

It's OK.

Just drift.

Day 2: Brain Drain M/m(/m) 📰 😴 🌈😍 🔁🏴‍☠️☕

Choice quote: "Izzy grinned too, feeling oddly proud to be trusted with this quiet moment. He and Ed had never been conventional. Maybe it was OK that Ed and Stede weren't either."

Day 3: Coils (Author/you) 📰 😴 🤏☕

Choice quote: "When I say 'my words coil around you', it IMPLIES control but what it really gives is permission. "

Day 4: Denial 🔊😴🔥🚫

File description: "Denial. That's it. That's all the description you get."

Fun fact: Unless you want spoilers- then head over here

Day 5: Maid (The author/you) 📰 🤏🛀

Choice Quote: "What if you could clean your home and clean your mind at the same time? "

Day 6: Soul Contract (Being/supplicant) 📰 🤏🦄🤪

Choice quote: "So- you say you'll give me your free will?"

Fun fact: This is secretly Good Omens fanfic about Aziraphale (with the serial numbers filed off).

Day 7: Repetition is Hypnotic 🔊👨‍🔬

File description: "Repetition is Hypnotic- what it says on the tin"

Day 8: Addicted (M/f) 📰 ⭐❓😭🛀🪞

Choice quote: "It felt like being owned. It felt like love. Then just as surely as the flood started- it stopped."

Fun fact: This was NOT a fun story to write, partially because it dug up some of my and my friends' worst experiences. I'm glad it's been helpful for some people who have been in some really bad situations, though- I'm hope I did you all justice. You (and we all) deserve so much more than this.

Day 9: Erased (?/f) 💌🛀

Choice quote: "That had all been/Erased"

Day 10: Confidence (F/f) 📰😴🌈🫥❓😍🤪🧲

Choice quote: "'No,' interrupted the young mesmerist. 'I mean- I know this is quite unusual but- I find myself quite fond of you, Harriet.'

Day 11: Attitude Adjustment/IQ Reduced (M/f) 📰⭐😴😍😵‍#🔥

Choice quote: "'That's good, honey,' he encouraged. 'You don't need to think right now. I've got all your bigger thoughts for safekeeping.'"

Day 12: Hyperfocus (The author/you) 📰😴🤏👨‍🔬

Choice quote: "I know you can focus, but can you HYPERfocus?"

Day 13: Smile (Being/f) 📰🤏👻🦄

Choice quote: "It made her smile."

Day 14: Impossibly Deep (Person/person) 📰🤏❓🛀🫥#

Choice quote: "'Not possible to be this deep, isn't that right?'

'Mmmm not possible. Too deep.'"

Day 15: Shatter 🔊👨‍🔬🛀

File description: Just a quick loopable file with a nice "shatter" mantra

Day 16: Sex Obsessed ✅🌈

Fun fact: Recommendation list of my favorite content from my friend @sex-obsessed-lesbian

Day 17: Corrupted (M/f) 📰⭐🤏❓🔥#

Choice quote: "'I can give you what you want," he said, silkily. "All the submission. All the pleasure. Everything you've been dreaming of...All you need to give me in return,' he continued, 'is your 'no'".

Day 18: Pet 🔊☕😴

File description: I'm a bit sick so- did some nice self hypnosis around the idea of being pet.

Day 19: Elevator (F/f) 📰😴🔁#

Choice quote: "Have you ever ridden the Tower of Terror at Disney World?" Ivy asked.

Day 20: Transformation 🪞⭐

Choice quote: "She didn't know that something could be both campy playacting and extremely real at the same time-the feelings, the bonding, the lingering effects-all of it."

Day 21: Forget 🔊🤪🫥👨‍🔬

File description: "Similar to the style of Samsung's website that helps you forget TV series you've watched, this file is designed to help you forget all of my Hypnovember content for this year- so you can experience it again for the first time!"

Day 22: Hypnotic Hands (F/f) 📰😴#🌈

Choice quote: "But mistress could make anything hypnotic. And today she had made HER hands hypnotic too."

Day 23: ...And Back Down 💌😴😭

Choice quote: "...And back down"

Day 24: Ready to Play (F/m) 📰😴#🪞🛀🚫

Choice quote: "The slight curve of her lip indicated she had something in mind but- had it started?"

Day 25: At Peace (Being/f) 📰🤏👻🦄

Choice quote: "It was useless to fight against it- although in the beginning she had tried."

Day 26: Shadows (F/f) 📰🌈🚫🛀

Choice quote: "Those shadows of her former self were still there- they helped make her who she was now. Who she was now, though, was happy."

Day 27: Shiny (F/m)📰🤏#😴🛀

Choice quote: "The leather boots weren't 'shiny, shiny' like in the song, but it didn't matter. "

Day 28: Workout (F/f) 📰⭐🛀🚫🔥🌈#

Choice quote: "'I'm going to challenge you a bit today, ok?' she says. 'Are you ready for that?'"

Day 29: Wholesome (The author/you) 📰⭐😂😴☕🪞

Choice quote: "It means something to us, and thus it has meaning"

Day 30: You Win (F/nb)📰😂😍😴☕

Choice quote: "'Hmph,' they responded, grumpily. 'I know what you're doing.'"

I'm entirely a hobbyist content creator and work primarily for feedback and belly rubs. :) (I do take tips on Ko-fi though if you're feeling generous!) If you liked anything I made this month, I'd be really really delighted to hear about it. Hell, I'm delighted to hear constructive criticism as well- anything to know this isn't all going to into a void somewhere. Reblogs are also very much appreciated.

That being said- here are a few people in particular I want to thank for your encouragement, your inspiration, your cheerleading, or just generally for helping get me through the month- @thekinkycocktailclub @mentat101posts @jam-and-stuff @linnybeenaughty @sex-obsessed-lesbian @theleeallure @tennfan2 @spiralturquoise @daja-the-hypnokitten @misscammiedawn @royb8772 @hypno-potion @hypno-sandwich @wellgnawed @redriotwest @egur19 @mozart32 @mys-oleander @sleepwithgiggli @telephonetrance @dommestic @subbypuppy (I know I'm leaving a bunch of people off so- I apologize if I am and know I still appreciate you a lot.)

Extra special shoutout to @emptyofbrains2 who has not only given me lots of great feedback but has also written a lot of her own great stuff this past month. Check out her Tumblr if you haven't already!

Stay tuned to this space for- whatever it is the future holds. :) I'm excited- I hope you are too.

Thanks y'all :)

#hypnovember #hypnovember 2023 #master post #dark sapphic magic #my writings #my audios

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mcflymemes · 11 days

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LINKS TO MOVIE PROMPT LISTS

the idea of you

the spongebob squarepants movie

barbie

everything everywhere all at once

past lives

network

lilo and stitch

gone girl

nocturnal animals

challengers

dune

the emperor's new groove

the truman show

ghostbusters

star wars: the empire strikes back

you've got mail

the incredibles

love actually

madagascar

the hunger games

shrek

shrek 2

night at the museum

casino

north by northwest

body heat

strangers on a train

the exorcist

practical magic

back to the future

halloweentown

the parent trap

tick, tick... boom!

no country for old men

barbie as the princess and the pauper

ella enchanted

roman holiday

his girl friday

barbie as rapunzel

barbie of swan lake

singin' in the rain

ocean's eleven

ocean's twelve

#mcflymemes #in case you need direct links!!!#gonna put this on my blog

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kynrki · 2 years

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— jus a little longer

wc: 419, pairing: niki x gn!reader, genre: fluff, warnings: none

PROMPT: 1 from list 1 “hugs that last a little longer than they should”

AN — tysm ella for requesting, hope you enjoy <33

1k event requesting masterlist

feeling upset was one of those things you and niki both hated. he hated seeing you down and not like yourself. and you hated feeling like the world was turning on you.

unfortunately for you, it was one of those days again. one of your friends had said something mean about you to your other friend behind your back. the only reason you found out was because said friend told you about what she had said. you heart ached as you heard what she thought of you.

now niki could easily tell when you weren’t yourself. being with you for a few months made him catch your habits pretty easily. he realised something was off at lunch, when you two sat together but you didnt say anything. instead you kept quiet and ate. niki frowned at this but didnt say anything assuming you were tired.

at the end of the school day, you two had the same class together and sat next to each other at the back. you, however, decided that you wanted to sit on your own in the front instead. niki immediately knew something was off. first youre quiet at lunch, now you dont wanna sit next to him?

you and niki arrived at his house and greeted his mom, before going upstairs to his room. you dropped your bag as you sighed and sat on his bed with your hands between your head. “baby” niki called as he walked over and bent down so that he was level with you. you kept quiet.

niki then slowly removed your hands from your face and wrapped them around his neck. then he wrapped his hands around your waist and sat on the bed with you on his lap. “what wrong mhm?” he asked as he rubbed your back slightly. your eyes started watering. next thing you know, tears started falling uncontrollably. niki felt his shirt get wet from your tears. “its okay baby, let it all out” niki said as he continued to rub your back comfortably.

after all the crying died down, you lifted your head from niki shoulder and looked at him. concern was written all over his face as he saw how red your eyes were. “can you jus hold me for a little longer, please” you asked as you sniffed again. “anything for you” he said as he hugged you tighter.

you were happy to have someone like him in your life, where you knew he was always gonna be there for you.

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anime-rambles · 1 year

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As It Should Have Been *RETIRED*

Pairing: Alpha!Bakugou x Omega!Reader

Warnings: Angst, mentions of grape, omegaverse

Word Count: 2200+

A/N: Okay so, I got a bunch of great ideas that I was going to merge with the request I received from the prompt lists, but I wanted to make them longer than 500+ words. So the prompts are still open, and I have around 3/4 and for my own fics that I recently thought of the list is about 20+ now, a big mix of characters, ones that I haven't done yet like Denki, and Aizawa... I also started an Erwin fic today and it's a spicy one, the first of its kind.

On a side note, This fic I had released a snippet before but I am going to retire this fic, I don't really know where to go with it, as I had written like 2000 words, and I feel like it would be a waste not to release what I have as it kinda has an ending to it.

Summary: Bakugou didn't deserve to be where he was, he didn't deserve his number 1 spot as a pro-hero, he ruined your life and in turn, you will ruin his by taking everything he wanted in his life, a family, a happy omega and a successful rut.

*RETIRED, NO MORE PARTS OR UPDATES*

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Fury, fury was all you could feel as you used your quirk to save not only yourself, your family but the civilians around you. The shining stars of UA had taken to charts as soon as they graduated, most of your friends were already in the top 10 and you couldn’t be prouder to have trained with them until now.

Now you were angry, the villains had attacked and the heroes rushed straight into attack, ignoring the building crumbling around them. Typical. You stalked towards the graduates, shoving reporters out of the way, trying to get to them. You could see his blonde hair already and you knew deep down that today would be the day you might possibly kill someone.

“BAKUGOU KATSUKI” You screamed as you got closer, shoving your hand forward and throwing an air current towards him. Bakugou dodge it just in time and all reporters around him stopped. His eyes met yours and you stood strong staring back at him.

“Well, well, well, look who appears once again, tck”

“I would happily never look at your face again Bakugou but somebody had their eye on the fucking top again and neglected to look around at what was happening.” you step closer to him, not backing down. You could feel your quirk under your skin begging to be released.

“You're just jealous y/n, some wanna be hero drop out just tryna get their 5 minutes of fame.” Bakugou stood forward.

“As if I would be jealous of the mighty dynamite, who would let civilians die around him.”

“Watch how you speak to me, omega, you have no right.”

“oh i have every right, as you almost got me and my family killed.” you stepped towards him again, the air around your hands starting to solidify. You could hear little pops coming from Bakugou’s hands.

“I might be a drop out of UA, an omega but I'll always have one thing you will never have Bakugou.”

“Tck, as if i need to hear this, you're dead to me y/n, live with that.” Bakguou said and stepped away from you.

“Don't you dare turn your back on me.” You shout and throw your quirk towards him, throwing him forward from the force.

“Don't make me put you in your place omega.” Bakugou got off the floor, and stalked towards you, releasing his pheromones in an attempt to break you into submission.

“How dare you use your pheromones against me” You scream, throwing yourself at him, clawing at him.

“I MAY BE AN OMEGA, BUT I’LL STILL KICK YOUR ASS” You added, Bakugou and you fought without quirks until you could feel yourself being dragged from him by a blur of red. You didn’t even have to look at the person to know who it was.

“Kirishima let me go, LET ME GO” You shout, trying to wriggle your way out of his arms.

“Calm down y/n, please this isn't the time or place for this.” He places you away from Bakugou and makes you look in his eyes. You nod and look around him, seeing all of your friends from UA, standing around.

“What's going on y/n, please tell us.” Mina says as she takes a step forward. You look at Bakugou and see Deku trying to calm him down.

“Well, it's a funny story actually, here i was just enjoying my day when a villain attacked the street, a lovely hero flew overhead attacking this villains and ignore the space they were in, now this hero had an explosion quirk and next thing you know the building I was under exploded and I had to activate my quirk, saving the civilians.” you say calmly and gesture to the area you came from. All heads turned to look, your quirk of air manipulation - force fields were currently holding massive boulders of concrete in the air and other heroes were pulling civilians from the broken building.

“Holy shit y/n, are you still holding that up? Always knew you were a badass” Denki asks looking at you.

“Yes Denki, I am, I had to train my hardest to keep up with you all this time” you smile at him.

“Too bad, you were good enough to stick around, tck” Bakugou says under his breath.

“Kacchen, that is so uncalled for.” Deku says, hitting him in the arm.

“You wanna say that louder” You take a step away from Kirishima and try to square up to Bakugou.

“Mom, can I come out of the bubble now?” a little voice could be heard. You instantly switch to parent mode and turn to look at your son.

“Of course, buddy I was just making sure it was safe, hence why I'm talking to these lovely heroes” you flick your hand and the protective bubble around your son disappears and he runs towards you. You pick him up, throw him in the air and catch him, causing him to giggle.

“Hold on a minute, there's a little y/n, walking around and I didn’t know” Kirishima asks grinning at the child in your arms.

“Hey baby look around you, look who's here” you whisper to your son, pointing around you. Your son gasps and points to each of the heroes.

“Red Rite…..pinky……dekuuuu…..chargy…BOOMBOOM….and SHOTOOOOOO” Your son wriggles out of your arms and runs towards Shoto, who instantly bends down to pick him up.

“Hey little man, you being good for mommy.” He asks, putting his full attention to your son. You smile looking at the two interacting.

“WAIT, YOU AND ICYHOT” Bakugou shouts, making his way towards you.

“IS THAT WHY YOU LEFT, YOU HAD A KID WITH ICYHOT, YOU CHEATED ON ME WITH HIM” He grabs your arms, forcing you to look at him.”

“Hey Shoto, can you take Akaashi for me for the moment?” you turn your head to look at Shoto who had your son turned away from you with Kirishima distracting him.

“Of course y/n”

As Shoto left with your son you turned to look at Bakugou once more. You took a breath and stared into his eyes.

“No Bakugou, I didn't not have a son with Shoto, if you stopped for a moment and actually looked at the kid you would notice some similarities with someone else present. Or if you used your head for a moment you would observe things around you.” you say calming, shoving his arms off you.

“What are you talking about?” he asks, looking at you. Not once breaking eye contact.

“Okay, let's try this again shall we, what age does my son look?” you ask him.

“I don't know, 6 maybe.”

“You haven't seen me in 4 years, how could he be 6?, no hes 3.” Bakugou rolled his eyes.

“We were meant to go to the dance, but you never showed up and you disappeared y/n, I can't remember what happened the last i saw you.” he said, taking a step back.

“Okay, next question, what happened when you last saw me?”

“Well, why don't I tell the brilliant Bakugou, you came to me before the dance but not as my caring boyfriend, the love of my life no? What I got when I opened my door was a disgusting alpha full of rut pheromones, and used them against me, forcing me into heat, marking me and making me pregnant.”

“What” was all Bakugou could say and he tried to wrap his head around this new information.

“Look at him Katsuki, look at my son. Blonde hair and red eyes, sound familiar to you” you shout, tears leaving your eyes. Tears start to fill him also.

“Kacchan, please say you didn't,” Deku says quietly behind.

“He did Izuku, he did and left straight afterwards, when I confronted him later that night, he called me liar and claimed i cheated on him, stupid alpha didnt even know his own scent. Shortly afterwards I dropped out and Shoto saw me one day pregnant and has been taking care of us all this time. So although I can never have another alpha in my life, their is a plus, I know you can never have an omega in your life or have a successful rut ever again,” You stand tall as you look at Bakugou who was trying to rack his mind with the truth you had told him.

In a flash, Bakugou launched for you, grabbing you by the neck. Shoving his mouth onto his mark and bit down. You screamed out, trying to break away. Deku tried his hardest to pull him off you. Bakugou pumped out pheromones to calm you down or throw you into heat you weren't sure. You screamed out again as he bit harder, and a blur of red tackled you both to the ground. Kirishima pulled Bakugou off you, you could hear your son screaming in the background scared that his mother was hurted but you could also hear Shoto calming him down.

“What the hell Bakugou?” Kirishima shouted as he moved to look at your neck. Blood pooled around your collarbone as you tried to hold the bite tight.

“I HAD TO, I HAD TO MAKE SURE” He barked as he stood up again, looking at you with teary eyes.

“My words weren't enough?” You asked as Kirishima pulled you to your feet.

“Of course they are, I would never doubt you, I was a stupid kid back then so ashamed of what i done I-” Bakugou paused and looked around at all his friends, “..y-You could’ve been a shifter, you could’ve been a phony. No one here can smell you bar me, I had to know y/n it was you,” Bakugou brings his hands to his face and cries. Your friends stand around and watch him, no words are exchanged.

Paparazzi and news reporters had been cleared out from the area by your friends, giving you all some privacy. As Bakugou cried, you could feel your heart breaking. Yes you were mad and hurt by what had happened but Akaashi was the best thing that ever happened in your life. Yes you would’ve loved to have been a hero but being Akasshi’s mother was a dream come true. Yes there was still time to become a hero as you still had your hero license but right now your life was Akaashi. Tears formed in your eyes and you slowly stepped towards Bakugou. You reached for his arm to try and soothe him but he turned his body from yours. You reach forward again gripping his face and making him look at you.

“Even though you ruined my life for a time, I have to thank you” you stare into his eyes. He stares right back at you.

“You gave me two things that day, the most amazing child I will ever have and a glimpse of what my life would’ve been like shackled to your side and you know what I saw?” you ask him, not letting him look away from you.

“I saw a shitty excuse of an Alpha who has no right to be where he is today” You push his face away from yours and take a deep breath before turning your full attention to your son who was happily giggling in Shoto’s arms. You could hear Deku trying to comfort Bakugou but he simply shoves him off.

“Y/n PLEASE, let me know my son, let me make it up to you, let me explain everything” Bakugou runs to you and holds your arm, you refuse to turn and look at him.

“He is not your son, he will never be your son, you gave up that right all those years ago when you turned on me. Forget about him, he’ll never be yours” You reef your arm out of his hold and make your way towards Shoto and Akashi.

Once you reach them, Akashi holds out his arms for you to pick him up from Shoto’s arms. “Sho-to prowmised ic- crem” you son says to you. You giggle and reply, “Oh did he now, hmmm-” you look at Shoto who is pretending to look into the sky. “-well you have been a good boy today so okay, just this once” You kiss your son on the head and begin to walk away.

“Hey I’ve been a good boy too, can I get ice-cream” Denki asks as you begin to walk away, Mina wacks him on the arm and everyone begins to laugh and filter off except Bakugou, he can't move. His eyes are locked on you and his son, walking happily with Shoto. Fuming is brimming and taking over his entire soul. How can this be happening, his whole life and future is walking away from him. The future he gave up, the one he always wanted with you, the one he messed up all because he was a jealous kid who expected greatness without earning it first. There was one thing on Bakugou’s mind, he will get his family, he will get you back, and the truth he’s been hiding from since that night will be revealed. Damn his career, his friend's opinion, there's only one thing now he wants most in his life. That is to have you and Akaashi safe in his arms.

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hslllot · 1 year

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insieme in paradiso

“together in paradise”

rated m | 2.7k words

better late than never, right? this is a short piece for my dear friend’s @harry-on-broadway fic challenge (the prompts used are in bold)! It is basically an extended version of this concept I wrote back in 2021... We’ve had such great latam content lately that I feel like I should have adjusted the setting of this, but I hope you enjoy anyways! As always, please let me know what you think. xx shan

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Was this heaven?

You were certain that you’d never felt more relaxed as you bathed in the Tuscan sunlight. Lounging beside your love, you let your eyes close, the book you were reading abandoned in the sand next to your chair ages ago. Every worry, every stressor, every bit of tension in your muscles that you carried with you drifted away in the winds of the ocean breeze.

This was the private getaway with Harry you’d been longing for. It seemed like forever since the two of you were able to spend an extended amount of time alone together.

“Mum just posted this photo. Look. Thea’s getting so big.” Your boyfriend interrupted your daze when he reached out from beside you to shove his phone in your face.

You opened your eyes slowly and lowered your sunglasses so you could take a proper look. Using your hand to shield the glare of the Italian sun, you saw on his screen an Instagram story his mother had posted of his cousin’s baby.

“She’s adorable, H.” You responded, adjusting your sunglasses back to cover your eyes. “We should give Ella a call later, maybe we can FaceTime.” All you heard in response was a short grunt as he laid back in his chair, eyes still fixed on his screen.

He was grumpy and you could tell.

One thing about your boyfriend of three years, which you found incredibly endearing, was that he loved his family more than anything. Unfortunately, when his family was gathered and he couldn’t be there, he’d tend to get a bit pouty. You’d find him glued to the group chat or Instagram to get updates on what they were up to. Sometimes you would catch him ‘liking’ or ‘reacting’ to their posts and stories (on his private account of course) in an attempt to make himself feel more included.

Birthdays. Weddings. Babies. There was a long list of family events he often had to miss because of his job, and you knew it weighed heavily on his heart.

A small part of you was slightly annoyed that he wished he were somewhere else. But another part of you, perhaps the more compassionate part, understood that multiple truths could exist at once: 1) He was happy to be spending time with you, 2) he was grateful for his job that took him to beautiful countries and allowed him to live a lavish life, and 3) he missed his family dearly.

But sometimes you didn’t understand why he wouldn’t just go home and visit them whenever he felt like it. He certainly could afford it, and he had the power in all of his business relationships to take a vacation whenever he felt like it. Sometimes you wished he had more of a ‘diva’ type attitude when it came to certain things, like allowing himself to take breaks from work. However, another thing about your boyfriend was that he was a chronic overachiever and people pleaser with a tendency to overcommit to new projects. And you figured it wasn’t so bad to have a partner in life who was considerate of other peoples’ time and feelings.

Plus, you couldn’t complain much because his commitment to a new project was how you found yourself at the beautiful, private, Il Pellicano in Tuscany.

The two of you were finally spending some much needed quality time together. Coordinating your schedules had been an absolute nightmare and it was a miracle that you were able to take some time away from work to join him on this trip. He was technically here on business, preparing for the launch of his Gucci collection with Alessandro. But you had spent the majority of the trip together, watching him model his clothing, sitting side-by-side on the small private beach of your villa, and wrapped around one another in the bedroom.

At the moment though, Harry’s frustration, guilt, and longing to be with his family was threatening to penetrate the bubble of relaxation surrounding you. You could feel the restless energy emanating off of him. Without opening your eyes you heard the way he moved around in his chair and sighed under his breath as he scrolled through his phone and typed away messages in his family group chat. When you finally did open your eyes you found him on his stomach, his head at the other end of the chair near your feet, and his phone two inches from his face. And while this position afforded you a great view of his tanned back and taut muscles glistening in the Italian heat, clad only in a small pair of black swimming shorts, you could feel the tension radiating from him and you couldn’t ignore it any longer.

You reached across and placed your hand on the back of his calf, rubbing your thumb back and forth against his warm, sun-kissed skin, as if to soothe him.

“Hey baby?”

“Hmmm?” He responded mindlessly, not bothering to look up from his phone.

“Hey, look at me.” You urged, squeezing his calf to gain his attention.

“Sorry” he murmured, putting his phone down. He twisted in the lounge chair to face you, sitting up to give you his full attention. You reached for his hand and intertwined your fingers with his.

“I was thinking… I know we’re supposed to head back to London on Sunday, but what if we took a few days in Holmes Chapel?” He raised an eyebrow at you curiously, wordlessly asking where this had come from. You continued, “It’s been so long since we’ve seen Anne and I miss her… Plus, we’ve only seen Thea once since she’s been born. I think I can extend my vacation by a few days.”

He sat there for a moment silently, teasing at his bottom lip.

“I have a meeting with Lambert and Molly on Monday in London.” He winced, remembering his prior commitment.

“Surely you can do it over Zoom. Or just push it a couple days. You are the boss, aren’t you?”

Something flickered in his eyes and a slight smirk crept his lips at your mention of him being the boss.

His gears were turning and you knew him well enough to know the battle going on inside his brain. He probably didn’t love the idea of moving a meeting to go see his mum, but since it was technically your idea it was like a free pass. He could feel less guilty about it because he was doing it for you.

(Obviously you both knew this was entirely for him… But you needn’t say it)

You thought he might pass on the opportunity, and were startled when he removed his hand from yours and scrambled up from his lounge chair. He quickly moved onto your chair, straddling you with his entire body weight pinning you down. With his forearms rested on either side of your head, he placed quick kisses all over your face. Almost reflexively, you wrapped your hands around his biceps. His hot, sinewy arms flexed in your grip.

“Yeah,” is all he said before placing a long, slightly wet, kiss on your forehead. “I AM the boss. And I would like that very much. Thank you for suggesting it.” Unable to wipe the smile from his face, he placed one more tender kiss on your lips.

You reached for the sunglasses that sat atop his head and removed them, freeing space for you to run your fingers through his soft brown curls. “You’re welcome, H.” He lowered into your touch, eager for a cuddle. “But you have to get up. You’re squishing me.”

“Right, sorry.” He removed himself from on top of you and took a seat by your feet at the end of the chair. It was his turn to soothe you now, grazing his palm along your calf and up to your knee, which he gave a squeeze before dragging his hand back down.

“I think it’s time we get out of the sun, yeah?” The sly look on his face was all too familiar as his gaze trailed down your bikini-clad body. “You’re lookin’ a little sunburnt.”

“Am I?” You teased.

“I’ve got something I can rub on it back in our room.”

You rolled your eyes at him, feigning annoyance at his flirtation. Nonetheless, you knew where this was headed.

Gathering your belongings hastily, you were both eager to make your way back to the air conditioned room that held your luxurious king bed. You trailed behind Harry, climbing the stone steps up to the private entrance of your villa hand in hand.

Once inside your room, you dropped your tote bag and walked over to the balcony, sliding open the curtains and the door to let the sunshine and salt air filter through the room. Looking out at the scene below, you could see the private beach where you and Harry had spent your morning and admired the way the Tuscan sun illuminated the sapphire blue ocean ahead. You took in a deep breath and exhaled slowly as you felt Harry come to stand closely behind you.

“Thank you for bringing me here.” You said quietly. Harry wrapped his arms around you from behind, allowing you to rest your chin on his forearms. He nuzzled his face into your neck where he left a delicate touch of his lips.

“Thank you for being here with me.” He responded.

Any annoyance you previously felt toward your boyfriend’s proclivity for FOMO melted away when you realized how grateful you were to be here with him. In the chaos of his busy life, while he missed his family deeply, he chose to be here with you, together in paradise.

You turned yourself in his arms, your body flush against his, to find his soft, yet intense, gaze on your lips.

Harry held lightly onto your hips. Leaning in, his lips parted, and you could feel his warm breath against yours. You placed your hands on his chest, his skin burning under your fingers. With every shallow intake of breath he edged closer, until finally catching your top lip between his.

His hands trailed up your sides as your kiss became deeper, fuller. You felt like you might melt against him, heat racing down to every part of your body that was touching his. He roamed your curves and the expanse of your back, pressing you even closer to him, before finding the strings that held together your bikini. With two gentle tugs, the piece of fabric fell to the ground.

He broke away from your kiss only briefly to study the sight of you, topless, in front of him. “Bellissima,” he whispered, his voice deep and slow. You saw the muscles in his jaw tick as his gaze burned holes through you. It was your turn, this time, to grab onto him and press him closer against you, feeling his hardness.

It wasn’t long before Harry’s mouth started to move down your body. Your neck, your collarbone, your chest. His tongue dragged over your nipple before sucking it into his mouth and an intoxicating heat rippled through you.

“Bed, please” was all you could muster under your breath. Harry reluctantly pulled himself off you and started walking you back, stopping when the back of your legs hit the bed. He gently lowered you onto the bed and resumed his work dragging his mouth down your body, finishing off with a chaste kiss to your hip bone.

He stood up straight at the edge of the bed, towering over you. Eager for him, you removed your bikini bottoms and tossed them to the floor.

“A bit impatient?” He chuckled, looking down hungrily at your naked body. You didn’t bother to respond, leaning back on your forearms, you kicked your leg out and toed at the tent in his black swimming shorts, encouraging him to take them off. “Tell me” he said sternly.

“I want them off.”

He pulled his shorts down and discarded them on the floor before climbing on to the bed. You admired the way he wrapped his hand around his cock and began slowly stroking himself, a small sense of relief evident on his face. He lowered himself over you and pressed his lips to yours. While your tongues met, the pads of his fingertips began to explore, trailing delicately down your stomach. Your body responded to his familiar touch, goosebumps racing over you and a fire simmering in your belly.

You were desperate for him, your body begging for him to touch you as his fingers made their way down to your heat. A heavy moan left your lips when he began running circles over your clit. At that moment, you were completely overwhelmed by him. The way his lips felt against yours, the taste of his tongue, the scent of his cologne, the soft pads of his fingers on your most sensitive spot.

“I want you,” you whined.

“You have me,” he answered teasingly, his mouth only a fraction of an inch away from yours. He dragged his finger down and dipped into your entrance. “Fuck - you’re so wet.”

“Please…”

At your begging he positioned himself between your legs, removed his fingers, and replaced them with a press of his hips against yours, the tip of his cock firm against your slit.

Your hands grappled to hold on to any part of him you could, eventually landing on his shoulders. Gripping tightly, your fingertips dug into his skin. You wrapped your ankles around his calves and felt the way his body fit perfectly against yours.

The first thrust inside you was slow. Every inch of your body pulled tight around him as he sank deeper. Your breath hitched as a wave of pleasure raced through you.

“Fuck,” Harry rasped as he rocked into you. The sound of his voice sent a tingle down your spine. “I love you so much,” he whispered into your skin, brushing a kiss across your jaw.

You said it back to him as the two of you moved against each other, getting lost in the feelings of love and undulating pleasure between you.

———

You and Harry spent the rest of the day immersed in one another in your private villa.

The last go around, you unraveled together with his face buried in your neck while you were clutched tight around him.

He pulled out and collapsed beside you, trying to catch his breath.

You turned on your side to look at him, flooded with warmth and giddiness as you acknowledged how handsome he was. You used the tip of your finger to trace the lines of his face. The sharp cut of his jaw, the slope of his nose, the full of his lips. As you were about to trace your thumb over his eyebrow he grabbed your hand, bringing it to his lips.

“Thank you again for suggesting we go to Holmes Chapel after this,” he said against your hand, still pressed to his lips.

“Of course,” You moved closer to him and he let go of your hand in order to wrap his arms around you. “You can go home whenever you want, you know.”

He placed a soft kiss on the top of your head. “I know. It’s easier to go when I know you’re coming with me.”

You hummed in understanding and pressed your lips against his chest.

“I should give Jeffrey a call and ask him to make the travel arrangements for us… And postpone my meetings.”

As if on cue, his phone’s ringtone chimed from his tote bag on the floor by the door. He was reluctant to let go of you, but you gave him a look of approval that had him scrambling out of the bed to retrieve it. You took the opportunity to admire his naked body, silently thanking the Italian sun and his morning cardio routine for the glorious sight of him.

You felt a warmth in your chest, though, at the smile that grew on his face when he looked down at his phone to see who was calling.

“Hey mum, yeah….guess what…I’m coming home.”

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Thank you for reading! Let me know what you think.

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hatchetfieldocweek · 3 months

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HATCHETFIELD OC WEEK!

Hi everyone! Welcome to March 2024’s Hatchetfield OC Week! This blog is the hub for all things related to the week!

The dates run from March 10th - March 16th! However, due to the short notice + this being our first week, we're taking submissions till the end of March!

The prompt list will be linked here!

This post will be updated with questions as they come :]

This blog has 2 owners!

OWNER ONE - @pastriibunz

NAME: Pastrii!! :D

PRONOUNS: she/her :]

the kai drew fan. literally. i made her!!! i made that guy!!!! the creator of miss drew, the writer of her fics, the artist of her cannon art, the admin of @shxwstxpper + @the-arkaives (and this blog too), and professional pokotho prophet (/j)! i am so mentally ill about my oc i was like "whag if there was a week about hatctetfield ocs :o" and with the help from one of my mutuals, here we are! ive definetly got a better intro on my main, but this is my little bio sooo yeah!!! :D

OWNER TWO - @raspberrysmoon

NAME: elliot/alice/(rasp)berry/ella/julian

PRONOUNS: he/him + she/her + fawn/fawns + star/stars + they/them + it/its

MY SON!!!! silly little guy!!! the mutual that helped make this all happen!!! they’ve got a more in depth intro too- FOLLOW THEM RIGHT NEOW 🫵😡‼️

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holdmytesseract · 2 years

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A Painful Experience 》 The Baby Fever AU

Loki Laufeyson x fem!Reader

Request: "I know that requests are closed for now, but consider Loki trying one of those period/labour cramp simulators… 🫶" - Requested by a nonny. 😁

Summary: Loki tries a labour pain simulator.

Warnings: fluff, fake labour pain/pain, bit of angst?

Word Count: 1,1k

a/n: I couldn't help myself - again... I hope you like it, nonny! 😊

This one is the last request, guys! My inbox is empty again! Means... I probably reopen requests again soon! 😁

Tagging: @lokisgoodgirl @lovingchoices14 @evelyn-kingsley @jennyggggrrr @acefeather2002 @lulubelle814 @vbecker10 @theaudacitytowrite @lady-rose-moon @aagn360 @ficitve-sl0th

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"What are you doing here? And what are all those... things?" Loki asked, as he walked into one of Tony's big workshops with Ella on his arm. The little girl was dressed in a cute emerald green dress, with two fitting emerald green ribbons in her tiny raven curls. He had been on search for his wife - and found her here. She stood around a lot of boxes, devices and... machines, together with Natasha and Pepper. The three women turned to face him, as soon as his voice urged to their ears. Y/N had a smile on her face. "Hey, babe." She ran to meet him on his way for a lingering kiss, "Hey, princess." and tickled gently Ella's belly, causing her to giggle. "Mama!" Y/N smiled an even brighter smile and kissed her daughter's chubby cheek.

"Hello, darling." "Everything okay?" Loki nodded. "Yes. We just wanted to visit you, right princess?" He bounced Ella gently up and down on his arm, making her giggle even more. "Dada!" This word leaving the small girl's mouth, conjured a proud smile on the God's lips. He was a dad... Ella's dad. He often needed to remind himself, that this wasn't just a dream… It was real. Y/N was real. Ella was real – and so were their life as a little family. "I appreciate the visit." Y/N said, winking, before she pulled Loki in another kiss. "So, what's all this? Scrap?" He gestured towards the pile of boxes, devices and machines. The woman shook her head. "No. It's technical stuff. Tony got it from a dude, who doesn't need it anymore." Loki raised an eyebrow. "And what kind of technical stuff?" Y/N shrugged her shoulders. "Very different things... From old mobiles, over medical stuff, to car parts. Crazy things..." She listed. "We even found a labour cramp simulator thingy - I don't know the correct term, but this thing is so far the craziest we found!" Pepper called from behind, after overhearing the couple's conversation. "Oh, yeah, Pepper's right." Y/N agreed, smiling back at her friend. "Want to try it, Laufeyson?" Natasha suddenly prompted, smirking. "Great idea Nat! Try it, babe!" The God blinked. "Me? Why should I try this?" "Because you're a man!" Pepper shouted, giggling. "I'll make Tony try it, too!" Y/N laughed at Pepper's words, then turned to face her husband again and shrugged her shoulders. "Just do it for... fun?" Loki huffed and rolled his eyes. "Fun..." "Then do it to test your godly and manly pain threshold... Or are you afraid?" She teased him playfully. Loki snorted out a breath. "Me and afraid? Certainly not, darling. Show me this... simulator." "Over there." The girls led the God over to the labour cramp simulator, they had already unboxed and tested. "This thing?" All three nodded. "You've got to sit down on the chair and we will hook you to the device." "Alright. Do it." He handed Ella over to her mother and sat down on the chair. "And now?" "You need to lift your t-shirt, Lokes." The God shrugged his shoulder, "Fine." and pulled the black fabric off his upper body, leaving himself shirtless. "Now, we are going to hook you to the machine." Pepper explained, while planting the electrodes (a/n: I hope this is the correct word to describe those thingys.) on his stomach and lower abdomen. "You still want to try it?" Y/N asked her husband, but Loki was completely sure of it. "Yes." "Alright." Pepper said, before turning on the device in her hand, which was connected to the electrodes. "We'll start slow. There you go."

The first three levels didn't bother Loki very much. There was no reaction besides a small hiss or the short clenching of his jaw. But then, Pepper turned on the fourth level - what caused a rather loud groan to leave Loki's lips. Y/N bit her lip, didn't know if she should giggle or feel sorry for her God. Nat and Pepper on the other hand, had a grin on their lips. "Does it hurt, Loki?" Pepper asked, while switching into level five. "A bit, yes." He hissed and clenched his hands into fists. On level six, he started to sweat; a thin layer coating his defined pecs and abs. On level seven, his breathing was audibly uneven. On level eight, suffering screams left his lips. "Norns..." Loki panted, squeezing his eyes shut. "This is... excruciating!" He made to choke out, before the muscles in his arms twitched and another painful whine escaped his mouth. It caught the attention of the baby in Y/N's arms. Ella looked from her mother to her father and back with big blue eyes. "Dada!" The little girl screamed, followed by a heart-breaking sob leaving her small pouty lips. Tears started to pool in her oceanic blues. Seemingly, she had sensed that her father must be in pain... What was kind of super cute? Y/N immediately noticed this and tried to reassure her. "Aww baby, noo... Don't cry! Daddy's okay, I promise." But it was no help. "Dada!" She screamed again, little arms desperately reaching for Loki. "I-I think, ugh... My daughter chose to rescue m-me, so... Would you please let me, oof... g-go, ladies? I-I think I got v-very close to my pain t-threshold." The three women looked at each other and agreed, of course, immediately to accomplish the God's request. Pepper stopped the simulator and unhooked him again, removing all the electrodes. "Hel... That was... Quite the experience, to say the least." Loki said, while he slipped his t-shirt back on. Then he went immediately to Ella, "Hey, shhh, princess." and took the now crying girl in his arms. "Daddy's alright, baby." He peppered her cheeks with small, soft kisses and held her close against his body. "Are you okay, babe?" The God nodded. "Yes, but... Darling... How in all the nine realms did you make it to go through this for several hours?" Y/N just shrugged her shoulders, smiling. "The willingness to bring our baby into this world, I guess. To finally be able to hold the creation of our love in my arms." Loki just shook his head in astonishment. "That is amazing, my love. You are the strongest and bravest woman I know. I am so proud of you for going through so much pain for Ella. You have my full respect. I love you." Y/N giggled, brushed a loose strand of raven black hair out of the God's face. "Thank you, my love. I appreciate this very much. I love you, too."

#loki laufeyson x female reader #loki x female reader #loki x reader #loki x you #loki x y/n #loki laufeyson x reader #loki x reader fluff #tom hiddleston x reader #tom hiddleston characters

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14dyh · 4 months

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it's the month of love! ♡

Feel free to send Hange x reader prompts! Specify whether angst or fluff, and add any details you like (i'm better at angst tho, but i don't mind a bit of fluff heh)

read this before sending a request :D

theme prompts:

matching necklaces

soulmates

love letters

promises

poetry

flowers

yearning

sick love

consume

heart-locket

worship

home

song-inspired prompts:

in a week - hozier

my love mine all mine - mitski

like real people do - hozier

two slow dancers - mitski

my one and only love - ella fitzgerald

i want you - mitski

no other love - jo stafford

the red means I love you - madds buckley

(requests don't have to be from the prompt list, they're just for ideas :D)

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amrv-5 · 2 months

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so many good prompts, very difficult to choose…8 or 9? if u are so moved!

HELLO AL! Thank you so much for this prompt--such a delight to write, and a really nice warm soft note to end this little prompt series on!! You asked for 8 or 9, but I combined them 'cause they worked so nice together! Thanks again for the prompt :)

(8. lifting the other while hugging + 9. slow-dancing turning into a tight embrace from this prompt list)

Hawkeye laughed into BJ’s neck. His face was warm with wine. The record player crackled—you leave me breathless, Ella Fitzgerald sang softly—as BJ held him closer, a hand at his lower back, the other cupping Hawkeye’s right hand to his chest. They stepped together in time, moving in a slow circle.

The lights were low. The lamp in the corner cast a muted gold glow over the living room, their shared bookstacks, the coffee table pushed against the wall, the worn couch and rolled-up rug.

“What’s funny?” BJ asked quietly, lips moving against the crown of his head.

Hawkeye shook his head. He draped an arm around BJ’s shoulders. He was warm all over. BJ felt good against him, chest to chest, stomach to stomach, hand rubbing gentle circles into his lower back.

BJ slowed until their dance was reduced to a barely-perceptible shifting of weight. He tightened his hold on Hawkeye, and exhaled, breath tickling Hawkeye’s ear.

Hawkeye hummed, relaxed, drunk on a solitary glass of wine and BJ. Everywhere they touched radiated warmth. The abundance of contact—BJ slipping his hand under the hem of his sweater to cup his hip—melted through him. He felt pliable, pleasantly liquid, and very loved. He always felt loved. BJ was good at that. But there were moments where it rose from a comfortable certainty to keen awareness.

He closed his eyes and tucked his face more firmly into BJ’s neck. The pretense of dancing had disappeared. They were just holding each other, unmoving, as the record played. BJ’s hand wandered warmly under the hem of his shirt. Hawkeye cupped the back of BJ’s head, and focused on breathing in time, so his chest pressed into BJ’s as BJ’s pressed into him. Liquid heat moved through him. He sighed shakily, trusting BJ to support his weight.

“I’ve got you,” BJ whispered, fond, and lifted him bodily, leaning back. Hawkeye let it happen, laughing again, rubbing the back of BJ’s head to communicate his happiness, and to muss his hair. He was feeling possessive.

BJ grinned at him up close. It was one of his shaky, emotional ones, closed mouth upturned under his mustache, a damp shine to his eyes. “Love you,” he said, earnest, eyebrows coming together like he wanted to make sure Hawkeye knew he really meant it.

“I know,” Hawkeye reassured him, and kissed him, holding him in place by the jaw. BJ kept him off the ground, elevated a few inches, arms tight around his back. “I love you, too,” he added, and went in for another kiss.

BJ slipped a hand down Hawkeye’s body, and tilted Hawkeye abruptly into a bridal carry. It was a very deft maneuver. Impressive. Seductive, too.

“You’re a real gentleman,” Hawkeye said, settling comfortably into his arms.

BJ kissed him—hard, and a little messy. “I’ll try my best to change your mind,” he said, already laughing at the line.

Hawkeye laughed, too. “That’s bad,” he observed, glad, and let himself be carried to bed.

#THANKS AGAIN!!! really really loved these little ficlets I think it was #1. great practice for getting better at concision and #2. super great for my (sad) constrained writing time to get little prompt fills out that were really satisfying and comforting to write!!!#sub-500 short & sweet #beejhawk #hunnihawk #prompt fills #my fic

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topguncortez · 1 year

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6. “Tell me where you are and I’ll come get you.” With Hangman 🤍

pairing: Opposites Attract World:) prompts list! warnings: underaged drinking, mentions of spiking drinks, mentions death, mentions of gun violence, parental worries.

Jake chuckled softly at some scene in a movie. The only glow in the dark living room was from the television. Y/N was curled up on the other end of the couch, having passed out nearly an hour ago at the start of the third movie in their movie night marathon. He was surprised that she made it through the second one, having watched her fight the sleep monster off over and over. Jake gently ran his hand over her ankle, and fixed the blanket covering her.

It was rare that all five Seresin kids were out of the house at the same time, but it had happened. Alex was spending the weekend with his girlfriend's family in Big Bear, Ella was having a sleepover with Elena Fitch and Jennah Machado, Eli went with Rooster to go help Mav at his hangar, and the twins were with Y/N's parents at some naval expo. The house was silent, and the parents were cashing in on it.

"Brothers don't shake hands, brothers gotta hug," Jake laughed as he quoted a line from Tommy Boy. He had a handful of popcorn half way to his mouth when his phone rang. He groaned and quickly grabbed it, furrowing his eyebrows at the caller ID, "Ella? I thought we were too cool-"

"Dad?" Her voice cracked and Jake sat up straight, jostling his wife's body a bit. Y/N groaned as she fluttered her eyes open.

"What's going on? Are you okay?"

"I-I don't know," Ella cried. Jake trained his ears to try and figure out where she was, it sounded loud behind her, "I can't find Lena or Jennah. I-I went to the bathroom and they are gone."

"Tell me where you are and I’ll come get you," Jake said, getting up from the couch. Y/N looked at her husband confused as he walked over to the door and slipped his shoes on.

"No, you'll be so mad," Ella shook her head.

"I am more concerned about your safety right now," Y/N stood up from the couch, feeling a cold sweat go down her spine, "Just tell me where you are."

"I'm at Sips, the bar on 87th and Jackson."

"I'll be there as soon as possible. Stay by a bouncer or someone, okay," Jake said, "Stay where you are."

"Thank you dad," Ella said and hung up. Jake let out a shaky breath and looked at his wife. Y/N didn't say anything as she placed her hand on his shoulder and gently took the keys from his shaking hands.

The car ride to the location was silent as Jake kept his green eyes on the passing streets. He hated this feeling. He wasn't sure if Ella was okay, if something had happened to her, if she had been slipped something. Part of him was angry that she went out to a bar underaged, but part of him was proud that she felt comfortable calling him to come get her.

"There," Jake said, pointing to the bright neon pink bar sign. Y/N nodded and pulled into a parking spot near the front door, "I'll-"

"I will get her," Y/N said, "I know she's your little girl but Jake. . . it might look suspicious if she's been-," Jake let out a shaky breath. He knew exactly what his wife was talking about and it felt like a brick of cement settled in his stomach, "I'll be right back."

Ella had done exactly what he father said and stood near the bouncers. They could tell that the young girl was a bit distraught and offered her a bottle of water and one even gave her his jacket. Her green eyes were scanning the front door when she saw her mother walk in.

"My mom is here," Ella told one of the bouncers, and he nodded taking his jacket back. She was a bit shaky when she stood up but Y/N quickly pulled her in for a hug, "I'm alright, mom."

"Let's get you home," Y/N nodded towards the bouncers and led her daughter out of the bar. Jake had been watching the front door like a hawk and let out a sigh in relief as he watched his daughter and wife walk out, "Do you feel sick? How much have you drank?"

"I'm okay," Ella answered, "It was a couple shots. I feel okay." Y/N nodded again, and opened the backseat door for her. Jake didn't say anything as Ella climbed into the car. Neither one of them were quite sure what to say to the other.

"There's water in the cupholder and a plastic bag if you need it," Y/N said, and Ella nodded, grabbing the bottle of water. The drive back was silent until Jake spoke up.

"Where are Elena and Jennah?"

"The bouncer called them an uber," Ella answered, "I'm guessing they are home. Did you tell-"

"I called them," Jake nodded, "Ella, what the-"

"Jake," Y/N warned and shook her head, "Conversation for later, let's just get home."

Ella was grateful for her mother as silent tears ran down her face. When they got home, Y/N helped Ella walk inside the house, keeping her hand on the small over her back. Ella sat down on the staircase and Y/N kneeled down to take her shoes off. Jake walked straight for the kitchen, not saying a word.

"He's so pissed," Ella shook her head.

Y/N sighed, "I can't blame him for being mad Ella. What were you thinking? Going out to a bar at fifteen! How did you even-"

"They didn't ID us, we went with some navy guys. Jennah said her last name was Machado." Y/N shook her head, "I'm sorry, mom."

"You broke our trust, Ella, and that's going to be hard to get back," Y/N stood up from the ground, "Go on up to bed. You two can talk tomorrow." Y/N kissed her daughter's forehead before going into the kitchen to talk to her husband. Jake was sitting at the kitchen table with a glass of water in his hand. Y/N walked over to him, and he sat back making room for her to sit on his lap.

"What's on your mind, daddy?" Y/N asked him, and ran her fingers through his blonde hair.

"What if something bad happened? Like she got drugged or assaulted or worse," Jake said, his voice was thick with unshed tears, "Every time there is a story about some child that gets hurt, my heart stops and I feel sick. It just reminds me that no matter what I do, I can't protect them forever. I mean, they could get killed sitting in English class."

"I know," Y/N said, and wiped a stray tear from Jake's cheek, "All we can do is teach them what to do in those situations and love them. Love them no matter what."

Jake nodded and looked up at his wife, "Thank you for giving me them." Y/N smiled and kissed her husband softly.

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tooneys-russo · 5 months

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MASTER LIST

ALESSIA RUSSO

Boots and Broken Hearts: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7

You Decided For Us: Chapter 1, Chapter 2

I Write Songs About You All The Time: Chapter 1, Chapter 2

The Secrets We Keep: Chapter 1

Best Friend's Enemy: Chapter 1

LEAH WILLIAMSON

Ivory Tower - Coming Soon

LUCY BRONZE

Scared To Be Lonely - Coming Soon

ELLA TOONE

The Replacement - Coming Soon

CHLOE KELLY

The Crossover We Needed

Feel free to request any fics or any prompts

#woso #woso community #woso fanfiction #woso fanfics

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oddinary4bts · 1 year

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Ella! Congrats on your milestone, you deserve it!

Can I request this one from the fluff list, with Hobi please?

23. “I fell for you without even knowing it and, jesus, does it hurt that you can’t see it.”

Thank you!! I really enjoyed writing this drabble, gosh I miss Hobi so much :')

Two Hundred and Nineteen Days | jhs

☆pairing: Hoseok x reader

☆rating: 13+

☆genre: slices of life!au, fluff, a tiny little bit of angst (don't ask me how it happened, angst sneaks up on me all the time)

☆warnings: a little bit of alcohol, entirely unedited

☆word count: 2.2k

☆a/n: I had an out of body experience writing this fic. I chose a random number (219) of days... only to realize the 219th day of the year is my birthday. I was shaken for a good ten minutes lmao. I hope you enjoy reading!

☆other fluff prompts can be found here!

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You’ve known Jeong Hoseok for five hundred and forty-one days. It took you thirty-four days to realize he had become your closest friend at work, and since then it’s been five hundred and seven days of you and him meeting at the coffee machine every day to gossip about your other coworkers.

He’s your favourite coworker. Every day since you’ve started working at this company, you’ve sat at the desk across from him. Every day, he’s offered you a bright smile and wished you a good morning. Every day, he’s eaten lunch with you, talking about how he used to dance when he was a kid and how his mother would dress him all formal with a little red bow tie.

And two hundred and nineteen days ago, at last New Year’s Eve party, Hoseok held your hands because they were freezing while you stood outside watching the fireworks.

Two hundred and nineteen days. You think you should have understood your feelings for him since then, but you’ve been blind to it. That early March afternoon when he said his mother wanted him to go on a blind date and you’ve felt your heart breaking in your chest at the perspective of him going, you weren’t able to explain your reaction to him. You blamed it on your throat hurting, and he bought cough medicine for you that he brought at work the next day.

In late May, when you ended up being stood up by your other coworkers for your usual end of the month lunch, you think you almost realized. But when he mentioned his last date had ended well, you furrowed your brows and then asked him about it.

Halfway through the month of July, when he told you that he believed he’d be single forever, with that bright smile of his that always makes flowers grow on the soil of your heart, you whispered that you didn’t believe it. When he asked you to repeat, you said, “Don’t we all feel this way”.

Today is the 7th of August. You’re out on the annual camping trip of the company – not an actual trip, just a day on the countryside, next to a small lake where you swam in the early afternoon. And today you feel like you’ve been blind. Because he’s been in your life for five hundred and forty-one days, and you’re only now realizing that maybe, the way your heart flutters every time you see him is not because he’s a dear friend. Though you reckon the flutters started after New Year Eve only, so maybe you've only been blind for two hundred and nineteen days.

You’ve been drinking a little. Just a few glasses of rosé wine throughout the day, and you’ve watched him drink a couple of beers. Brought him one when he finished his last one without him even asking. It had your hands clammy with anxiety, but he didn’t say anything, just thanked you as you sat back next to him.

The sun has set now, and you’re lounging by the fireside. Some of your coworkers already left, and only the closest ones to you are still here. None of them know what you’ve realized today, and you’re quick to notice how Ryunjin sits close to Hoseok. How she speaks to him in ushered tones, and you think maybe, after all, your eyes opened two hundred and nineteen days too late.

He looks your way once, and when your gazes catch your heart stops in your chest. He smiles, infinitely soft, infinitely kind, and your cheeks burn. You’re lucky the firelight hides it, and you take a sip from your cup to distract you.

When Ryunjin puts her hand on his arm, telling him they should go look at the stars on the lake, you feel your heart drop so low in your chest it physically aches. To your surprise, Hoseok invites everyone, and everyone gets up to go.

It’s you that he falls into step with, even though Ryunjin is just a step in front of him.

“You’ve been silent,” Hoseok says, gently. “Where’s my gossip partner?”

You choke on a chuckle, and then worry at your bottom lip. “Sorry. I… I’ve been feeling weird.”

“Do you need to go?” Ryunjin asks, kindly, because even though you don’t like how she’s been around Hoseok, Ryunjin is nice. “I think Youngseo and Chaeryeon were talking about leaving.”

The two girls in question are up ahead, and they don’t hear Ryunjin. But you feel like she’s trying to get rid of you, and it hurts, just a little.

“I can drive you,” Hoseok suggests, and you almost stumble on your feet.

Because is it really a good idea to be encased in Hoseok’s car for the hour that the drive back is? You highly doubt so, yet you can’t find it in you to refuse. Not when Ryunjin mentions she thought Hoseok was driving her back, and Hoseok says she can always catch the ride with Youngseo and Chaeryeon.

You’re twenty minutes into the drive home, spent in an awkward silence, by the time Hoseok asks, “Are you okay?”

You can’t really tell him the truth, right?

“Yeah, I actually feel better,” you lie.

“I’m glad,” he says gently, and then you’re encased in another ten minutes of silence, only interrupted by him humming to the music on the radio. Until you realize you shouldn’t have said you’re better, because he says, “Is it just me or is Ryunjin into me?”

You freeze, and then turn to glance at his profile. “Is she? I don’t think I noticed.”

Another lie, and he obviously doesn’t catch it.

“She kept talking to me today,” he continues, and he sounds genuinely … happy.

Needless to say, it breaks your heart.

“Did she?”

“Yeah,” he says. He glances at you once, before chuckling. “That’s why I wanted to go. I’m so awkward, what would I have done for an hour with her in my car? I would have just made a fool of myself.”

All you can think to ask is, “Do you like her?”

It has no business sounding as aggressive as it does, and this time Hoseok catches up to it.

“I don’t know… Why?”

You nibble at your lower lip, anxiety flooding your entire being. “Just wondering.”

“Mmh,” he lets out, and then the atmosphere shifts.

It shifts into even more awkwardness, into Hoseok sending you weird glances that you ignore as you look out the window on the passenger side, watching the streetlights as they grow more common when you near the city.

Hoseok doesn’t hum for the rest of the way, doesn’t tap his finger on the wheel in time with the beat of the song. And when he parks his car in the office's parking lot, not turning the engine off right away, he turns to look at you.

“Why are you weird about this?”

You freeze with your hand on the doorknob. “I’m not weird.”

“You’ve been weird since I mentioned Ryunjin,” he insists.

“I haven’t.”

He throws you a no-bullshit look, one eyebrow cocked. “You usually always gossip with me and now you just haven’t said anything.”

You scoff, shooting him a quick look before finding solace in the world outside of the window again. “I don’t know what you want me to say.”

“Your opinion?” Hoseok suggests, shrugging his shoulders. “You know Ryunjin, maybe she told you something?”

“So, you do like her?”

He’s growing frustrated. That much you can tell as he runs a hand through his hair and makes a vague move that looks like ‘how am I supposed to know’.

“Maybe? She’s attractive and she’s nice, I’d be stupid to miss the opportunity.”

“Right,” is all your able to answer.

He watches your profile, bores hole into it, and then he turns off the engine and the doors immediately unlock. You quickly open the door and step out because frankly you need air, need to get away. Because you were stupid, not to realize before. You were stupid to not understand what those flutters in your heart were, were stupid to not understand that you didn’t like to think about him going on dates because you were falling in love with him. Had probably fallen in love with him two hundred and nineteen days ago, as he had held your freezing hands through the New Year.

He follows you out of the car. “Y/n, come on,” he says, jogging to where you’re powerwalking towards your car. “What’s wrong with you?”

“I don’t know,” you say, scoffing. In a fit of rage, you add, “Actually I do.”

You stop, turning to look at him. His eyes are a little wide, a little scared, and his usual bright smile is miles away from his features.

“What’s wrong then?” he presses, voice small.

“I fell for you without even knowing it and, jesus, does it hurt that you can’t see it.”

Hoseok goes very still. You don’t think he’s even breathing, as you stare at each other. The silence stretches, and he doesn’t even blink. He does become blurry though, as tears slowly fill your eyes.

And when you realize that he’s not going to say anything, you turn around, shame draped on your shoulders, trickling down into your very stature as you take a first step away. And then a second, and a third one, and you think maybe tomorrow, on this two hundred and twentieth day of the year, what happened today will just be a nightmare.

It materializes into reality as one tear slips on your cheek, and you wipe it with the back of your hand angrily.

That’s when he says your name. So softly, like the flutter of an infant’s lids as they sleep. You’re not even sure you heard it – you feel it more than anything. It wraps around your heart, heals the slow unravelling.

He stops you, with one gentle hand wrapped around your wrist. His fingers are warm, light, and when he tugs to make you turn, you give in. Mostly because he has startled the tears away, and you look up at him, thinking he’s never looked at you with that much of a serious look on his face.

He murmurs your name again, and it settles in your soul, building a home for him there.

When he kisses you, supple lips meeting your awaiting mouth, you sigh, and let him pull you in. He cups your cheek with one hand, ever so gently as if he thinks you’re the most precious porcelain, and his other hand holds your waist. You rest yours on his chest, feeling the rapid tap-tap-tap of his heart under your fingertips. His organ traces a melody into your palm, strong and steady. When he pulls away from the kiss to look down at you, you think he’s shining, brightly, blindingly so. He is the sun, and maybe you’re the Earth. Maybe you’ll grow and nurture life under his warm rays.

At least that’s how you feel when he pulls you into another kiss, this one languid, slow and passionate. When his tongue teases your mouth, you meet it with your own, and immediately you know his taste will intoxicate you, in the best ways that it can.

After a long and small eternity, Hoseok pulls away again, and he offers you a sweet smile. “I fell for you so long ago,” he admits. “But you never…” he trails off, shakes his head slightly. “I never thought it was reciprocated.”

One of your hands reaches up, and you shakily trace his jaw with the tip of a finger. His skin is soft, like a rose petal, yet infinitely warmer. “I think I was oblivious to it. Until today…”

“Can I take you out on a date?” he asks, a little suddenly.

You smile. “Where do you want to take me?”

He shines even more at the sight of your smile, at the fondness tracing words of affection in your eyes. “There’s this place I go to dance sometimes. It’s bright, and they also have arcade games. It’s my favourite place, and I always thought you’d love it there.”

Your heart fills with warmth, flutters with tenderness. “I’m sure I will.”

And of course you do. Because it’s a little piece of him, and you’re realizing every day that you love every single piece of him. The good and the bad. It might have taken you two hundred and nineteen days to realize it, but you’re in love with the very tapestry of his soul, with every single thread that makes him.

A hundred and forty-six days later, Hoseok holds your freezing hands into the New Year, and this time he kisses you as the first fireworks explode into the cold night air, shining colours on you. They match the explosions in your heart that every swipe of his tongue brings to you, and you reckon that, in the six hundred and eighty-seven days of you knowing him, Hoseok has always made your heart shine.

And you know now that there are a thousand, a million more days in front of you, and that you’ll shine for him through all of them, like he shines for you.

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melanie-ohara · 4 months

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Whumpuary2024 Masterpost

As well as every story I've written this month I also want to include some Fun Stats! about my experience of the challenge, as well as a playlist of all the songs I used lyrics from in my titles. Here we go:

The stats:

Words written: 53,034 (!!!!!)

Stories released: 17

Longest story: Oh, The Weather Outside is Frightful, 4,165 words, Mass Effect Andromeda

Shortest story: Like a Mouthful of Rain, 963 words, Original Work

Favourite story: Do You Want Me On Your Mind? 2,950 words, Baldur's Gate 3

Chocolate bars consumed: 20

Times cried while writing: four

Main prompts used: 27

Alt prompts used: 3

The stories:

These are all available on tumblr too, but for expedience and convenience these are all AO3 links. I'm also listing the song I used for the title, which wasn't something I was doing intentionally until the third story, at which point I figured it was better to lean into it and find songs that work for the characters I'm writing about rather than straining my poor brain to think of an original title.

Oh, The Weather Outside is Frightful

Mass Effect Andromeda, Sara Ryder/Vetra Nyx

Prompts: Snow, Captivity

Title stolen from Let It Snow by Ella Fitzgerald

My Heart Was Wired in Thorns

Baldur's Gate 3, Dark Urge (Sithla) & Wyll, Dark Urge & Lae'zel

Prompts: "Get away from me", Choking

Title stolen from Circus Bazooko by BRMC

In The Woods Somewhere and Take Yourself Apart For Me

Star Wars Ahsoka, Wolfwren (Sabine and Shin)

Prompts: Stabbed, Used as Bait, Lightheaded, "Help me"

Titles stolen from In The Woods Somewhere by Hozier and Haunt by BRMC

Hollow Yourself in the Mercy of Man

Original Work - Sci-fi

Prompt: Can't Move

Title stolen from Mercy of Man by Robert Levon Been ft. S.G. Goodman

Like a Mouthful of Rain

Original Work - Medieval

Prompt: Kidnapped

This one was hard to write. The previous day's story was such a failure in my eyes that I scrapped the planned second chapter and almost didn't write anything at all, until I threw this together at the last minute. I liked it quite a lot, in the end.

Title stolen from Revolver by Isobel Campbell and Mark Lanegan

Alive, Just to Watch the Bruises Heal

Mass Effect, Shepard/Thane Krios

Prompts: Exhaustion, Old Injuries

This one got pretty dark, but it's something I've been thinking about for literally years. I'm not the first person to justify the ME1 scars not being in ME2, but I might be the first person to think about Shepard putting them back.

Title stolen from Bruises by Band of Skulls

I'm Not Here Looking For Absolution

Star Wars, Nitearmor (Bo Katan/The Armorer)

Prompts: "I didn't know where else to go", Bruises

It is genuinely surprising to me that this is the only smut I wrote for this month

Title stolen from Bedroom Hymns by Florence + The Machine

Like a Broken Sail

Dishonored, Billie Lurk

Prompts: Hostage, Muffled Screams

I really liked this one because I got to subvert the second prompt a little. I was looking forward to it for days before I got to write it

Title stolen from Future Starts Slow by The Kills

The Working of My Hands

Baldur's Gate 3, Tav (Emily of Rivington)/Lae'zel

Prompts: "Do you trust me?", Restraints

Title stolen from De Selby, Part 2 by Hozier

No Hope For Me, Your Last Serving Daughter

Original Work - Etagne Empire

Prompts: Desperation, Can't Stay Awake

This is a story about a character from my work-in-progress book, MYSTERIES IN THE LAND OF ICE.

Title stolen from Hope In The Air by Laura Marling

Do You Want Me On Your Mind?

Baldur's Gate 3, Nocturne/Shadowheart, Tav (Mellephora)/Shadowheart

Prompts: Memories, Forced to Watch

Another prompt I had fun subverting

Title stolen from Fuel to Fire by Agnes Obel

Rulers Make Bad Lovers

Dishonored, Emily Kaldwin/Wyman/Alexi Mayhew

Prompts: "You're awake", Unfair Fight

Title stolen from Gold Dust Woman by Copilot Music + Sound (originally by Fleetwood Mac)

See How Deep the Bullet Lies

Mass Effect, Shiara (Shepard/Liara)

Prompts: Left to Die, "I'm fine"

Title stolen from Running Up That Hill by Kate Bush

I'll Be Your All For Now

Dishonored, Cecelia/Callista

Prompts: Sleep Deprivation, "Let me see"

These two are my number one rarepair, I love them

Title stolen from Echo by BRMC

Can't Touch You Now and A Soft Caress, As Cold As Death

Baldur's Gate 3, Tav (Calarisa)/Karlach

Prompts: Touch-starved, Aftermath

Titles stolen from Because the Night by Garbage & Screaming Females (originally by Patti Smith), and I Want to Live by Borislav Slavov ft. Ilona Ivanova

The songs I stole lyrics from

Here is a spotify playlist of all the music I used, most of which fit the stories or characters in them. They do not flow into each other at all and there's an over-abundance of BRMC (they're my favourite band, shoot me), but these are all songs I really love. Apart from Let it Snow. That's there because I didn't plan any of this.

Final thoughts

Whumpuary2024 is the first month-long challenge I've undertaken, and it was extremely hard and really rewarding. I aimed to average a thousand words a day and blew clear past that most days, and a few times I barely stumbled across the line as beaten and bloodied as the people I was writing about. I'm incredibly glad I did it and I will probably try again next year (though maybe not a prompt a day next time!). Thank you @whumpuary for the fun event and for randomly crossing my dash at a moment when I was feeling creative enough to sign myself up

If anyone made it this far, thank you for reading! I hope you like the stories. It's not a secret that I'm adding a secret 18th story as a follow up to the Wolfwren series, but this is your special confirmation that it'll be out February the first and second

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I would love number 22 for toone

“We're in love, I want the world to know that” - (Prompt List 5)

Y/n was sitting nervously watching the euro final between England and Germany.

“Stop biting your nails” Y/n’s brother, Jay said.

“Sorry. I’m just nervous” Y/n replied.

“Oh yeah?! I obviously noticed that” Jay said ironically, waving his hands funnily.

Y/n just rolled her eyes at him and looked back at the field when the crowd began making some noise.

Then Y/n’s eyes wided when she saw Ella running down the field with the ball.

Her eyes almost popped out of her head when she saw that Ella made a kick, bringing the ball over the German goalkeeper's head.

and falling into the goal.

Then the whole Wembley almost exploded and Y/n got up from her seat, throwing her hands into the air.

Her girl scored in the freaking final…

When Ella was done celebrating, she turned around and blew a kiss Y/n’s way while Y/n pretended to catch it. Ella then gave her a big smile that Y/N returned, before the game had to start again.

Boom, cameras were on Y/n for a few seconds, before the game was underway again.

—

That’s it. They’ve done it. She has done it.

England had won the euros after 120 minutes and 6 arguments between Y/n and her brother.

The girls were running away, celebrating their win proudly for their country, but only one had Y/n’s attention and that was Ella.

Y/n was a bit surprised when Ella walked towards her and didn’t continue celebrating with her teammates.

“Here comes your girl,” Jay teased, making Y/n’s cheeks blush a bit.

“Shut up” Y/n replied.

The two siblings were about to start another argument, when Ella’s voice was heard by Y/n.

“Hello love” Ella said and that made Y/n’s annoyed face turn into a big smile.

“Hi babe” Y/n responded, throwing her arms around Ella’s neck and bringing her into a hug.

“I’m so proud of you” Y/n mumbled into Ella’s shoulder.

“I couldn’t have done it without you,” Ella said, looking into her girlfriend's eyes while Y/n just sent her a bigger smile.

“Y/n?” Ella asked, a bit nervously.

“Ella?” Y/n replied.

“Can I kiss you?” Ella requested while biting her bottom lip.

“Really?! I mean yes, but do you really want to?” Y/n asked, since Ella had wanted to keep their relationship a secret.

“We're in love, I want the world to know that” Ella answered.

“Kiss me then” Y/n said and Ella didn’t need to hear anything more before she put her lips against Y/n’s and heard what felt like a million clicks coming from cameras around them.

“I love you so much” Ella said as she put her forehead against Y/n’s.

“I love you more” Y/n replied with a cheesy smile.

“Ah ahhhh. I’ll not listen to that conversation again. We get that you two love each other, okay!?” Jay said, rolling his eyes like a little kid, making Ella and Y/n laugh.

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#woso x reader #woso imagine #woso imagines #ella toone imagines #ella toone imagine #ella toone x reader #engwnt imagines #engwnt imagine #engwnt x reader #woso #gxg

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