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astraystayyh · 10 months

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nights with hyunjin <3

little fluffy hyunjin fic inspired by the fact he sends good night msgs on bubble at the latest hours. lowercase intended.

2 am

"where do you see yourself in twenty years?" you whisper, buried under the thick white covers with Hyunjin. You can't see his face, but your nose brushes against his and his warm hand is on your back, keeping you close.

"where will you be in twenty years?" he replies instantly and you feel your cheeks heat up at his words.

"hyune, just answer the question," you whine after a few silent beats and he giggles slightly, "i am. doesn't matter where I'll be, as long as you're there."

you draw in a deep breath, suddenly feeling as if his words were keeping you at his mercy, completely unarmed. "you mean it?" you ask, grabbing onto his arm tightly.

"i do," he reassures, bopping his nose softly against yours, "you are my present and future, angel."

3 am

"what are you drawing?" you ask as you enter hyunjin's art studio, two cups of chamomile tea in your hands. you place them down and stand behind hyunjin, who leans his back onto your chest, melting into your touch. you wrap your arms around his shoulders in response, softly kissing the top of his hair. he smells like your shampoo.

"a house," he replies. his left hand wraps around your thigh, grazing up and down the exposed skin. "our house, i hope," he adds quietly and you feel your heart skip a beat.

"ours?"

"mm. wanna buy you a house. with a little garden and a view of the beach."

"i'll plant lots and lots of flowers for us there." you smile, admiring the pastel colors blending seamlessly in his painting.

"just make sure they won't die," he teases and you fake a gasp, "are you underestimating my gardening capabilities?"

hyunjin blindly grabs your arm, spinning you around so you'd sit on his lap.

"nonsense, you are my little florist," he grins cheekily and you touch his cheeks softly.

"these are cute," you tell him, referencing to his now apparent dimples. little pools for you to drown in.

"you are cuter."

"I'm still not over your flowers comment."

"I will kiss you for every flower you plant."

"that's a lot of kisses."

"i know," he smiles at you, his eyes turning into moon crescents. yours.

5 am

"can't believe she still likes him," hyunjin huffs loudly and you laugh, your hand softly threading through his hair.

"it's just a show baby."

"i know but listen," he stands up from between your legs, eyes wide looking into yours, "he just told her he doesn't find her beautiful. who says that to their lover?"

"he's stupid, she's clearly out of his league and he's threatened by that."

"right!" he claps in agreement, "she deserves better."

"she does," you giggle as he lays down again, face now buried in your chest.

"you do know i find you the most beautiful person in the world?" he whispers and your eyes soften at him.

"you tell me."

"but do you know it?"

"i do."

"good, because if you didn't then I'm a horrible boyfriend too," he shudders and you giggle at the horrified look on his face.

"you aren't, my love."

later on that night, while you are brushing your teeth, hyunjin pops his head into the bathroom. "baby," he calls out and you hum in reply.

"you are beautiful," he says and you raise an eyebrow in question at him, mouth full of toothpaste.

"just making sure you don't forget it."

4 am

"I'm getting sleepy," you say quietly. it was nearing four am and hyunjin has been playing with your hair for what felt like an eternity. braiding small sections of it, only to open them once again.

"me too."

"let's try to sleep."

"don't want to," he mumbles against your hair and you chuckle. "why?"

"if we go to sleep then it will be morning really soon which means i have to leave you."

his words make your heart clench in your chest. nights with hyunjin were your favorite parts of your existence. there was no pressure, no expectations on the both of you. you could just be two humans in love, under the kind gaze of the moon.

"okay, baby. what do you want to do?"

"i just want to look at you," he says quietly and you nod, getting away from his hold. you lay your head on your pillow and he does the same, this way you're both facing each other.

you feel yourself relax completely under hyunjin's gaze, because it's filled with love. for you. his pointer finger traces over your features, delicately, as if he was grazing a porcelain vase. and you let him. his touch is so soft it makes something warm stir within your stomach. it wasn't untamed butterflies, fluttering their wings to escape. it was something comfortable and safe, finding its home within you.

"you are so pretty," he whispers and you smile softly at his words.

"so are you." your right hand rises gently to rest on top of his cheek, and you swipe your thumb slowly across it. hyunjin's eyes flutter closed at the contact and you feel a wave of fondness flood within you.

you'd do anything to preserve this serene look on his face.

"try to sleep. I'll be here when you wake up." you finally say.

"you promise me?"

"i promise."

#not proofread just trying to get out of a writing slump #hyunjin x reader #stray kids x reader #hyunjin fluff #skz hyunjin #skz fluff #skz x reader #stray kids fluff #stray kids hyunjin

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bugmomwrites · 1 month

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Weary

Dr Flug x Reader

Stealing my sister’s bf’s HBO password is the second best thing I’ve done this week. Whipping up a solid drabble in 30 minutes and refining it into a whole oneshot in the same night takes first place.

There’s like, one innuendo towards the end but everything else is straight up fluff. Story came to me after reading yet another shady thing a certain airline I won’t name did, but it sounds like “we ain’t going”. I am changing the names so I don’t end up dead in a van somewhere, but if you know you know ;)

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“…And then what happened?”, Flug yawns, looking up at you through his goggles. You smile gently, kissing the front of the bag where his forehead would be.

“Well, according to some sources…the former production and safety manager’s exact words were ‘if anything happens, I didn’t do it myself’,” you respond, reading the article off your phone. Using the same soft voice you use when you read picture books to a sleepy 505, except it was a news article turned Wikipedia rabbit hole.

You two had gone from listening to him explain the differences between a 767 and an Airvan, to him resting his bagged head in your lap as you click on various entries and articles, bouncing information back and forth. The person, a known whistleblower who had retired from the controversial airline a few years ago, had tried many a time to draw attention to the company’s shady practices. For him to die so suddenly, especially as more inside secrets came to light, was too fishy for the public to ignore.

“I’m no detective, but…”

“Assassination?”, you finished for him, raising a brow. The two of you exchanged knowing looks.

“Does the Dreamweaver have flexible wings?”, he grumbles, wrapping his arms around your waist to bury his head further into your tummy. It tickles, but you try not to laugh lest you disturb his rare peace. Moments like these didn’t happen often, and you knew if any of the others were to see you like this, Black Hat would tear you both a new one, and Demencia would never let you hear the end of it.

A few more minutes go by, occasionally filled in with fun facts about the company’s various other incidents that had made the news in the past. You click off of yet another one where a plane was literally falling apart mid-air, having to make an emergency landing in a massive blaze. That was enough internet for today, at this rate you’d never want to hop in a plane again. You carefully set your phone to the side after checking the time.

“If I were him, I wouldn’t have let them get me.”

“I know, Flug.”

“And I would have documented everything.”

“Mhm”, you rest a hand on his back, your own eyes growing heavy.

“I’d go down there and put them back together myself. I’d personally take all of their shitty scrap parts, and make a better airplane than any of those so called professionals,” he says disdainfully.

You smile as he heaves a long sigh, like the weight of the world rests upon his weary shoulders; which isn’t far from the truth, if the way Black Hat nags him and Demencia torments him on a regular basis is any indication. Not to mention raising a son/care bear/science experiment through it all. But even if it’s not quite the whole earth, at the very least it’s the whole company. Everybody ought to give him more credit, himself included.

“If anybody could do such a thing, I know it’d be you, Flug. You’ve always had a brilliant mind.” He hums softly at the praise, feeling quite chuffed to know that at least someone in the manor besides his own son appreciated him not just for all he does, but who he is.

It’s quiet again for a few moments as he drifts in and out of consciousness, your hand gently rubbing his back until he speaks up again a few minutes later.

“And I’ll make you my co-pilot.”

This takes you by surprise, the hand rubbing his back stopping briefly as you let the words settle over the two of you. Reading between the lines was something you found yourself doing almost as often as reading his expression through his paper bag, the man still not quite comfortable enough to outright say all the things he’d had bouncing around in his head to you just yet. Your hand resumes as you test the waters, stuck between delicate hope and fear of possibly scaring him off.

“I…don’t know how to fly a plane. Nor do I have a pilots license.”

“Me neither, but I’ll show you how to do it in the cockpit. I’ll make sure you have a smooth ride for your first time.”

A pregnant pause falls over the both of you, and your whole face heats up, mind processing his words only to take a nosedive into the gutter. You open your mouth to respond only to be met with quiet snores from below, Flug blissfully unaware of the effect of his words.

‘Looks like the week finally caught up to him’, you think. Odds are he might not remember something like that when he woke up, but you could tease him about it later on. For now, you stretch your arms over your head and attempt to make yourself as comfy as possible without disturbing him, sleep beginning to overtake you as well. You glance down once more to where he dozes peacefully for the first time in years, committing it to memory before joining him in slumber.

“Buenas noches, Flug.”

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louloulemons-posts · 9 months

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Sleepy Eddie Cuddles

EddieMunsonXPlussize!Reader

Summary : Drabble of Eddie being a sleepy and cuddly boy.

Word Count : 0.5k

Warnings : Not Proofread, petnames, readers described as chubby, not much else is described, talks of eddies scars, major fluff for Eddie boy.

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Lay on the bed, book in hand, you were snuggled up. Comfy and cosy. Waiting for Eddie to come out of the shower so you could both wind down for the night.

Flicking the page over you sighed in contentment. The hobbit had become one of your favourite books, your copy was worn and almost ruined from how many times you’d read it.

If not just to yourself, but to Eddie too. It was one of those books that you easily got sucked away from reality into. After a long day at work, you couldn’t think of anything better than reading this book and cuddling with your boyfriends.

Eddie walked into the bedroom of your shared apartment. Towel hanging around his waist and curls still damp and dripping with water. His chest was bare, scars on show, beautiful. That’s all you could think about them, showed how strong and brave he was.

You smiled up at him, but quickly returned focus to your book. Hearing Eddie pull his pyjamas from your draws and put them on. He jumped onto the bed, resting his head on your stomach.

You could feel him looking at you. “Yes Mr Munson, can I help you?” You asked, not even moving the book. “Just admiring you my love,” he sighed.

Peaking over the book at him, he wasn’t lying, staring up at you with dreamy eyes. “You okay Pretty Boy?”

“I am now I’m here with you.”

“Long day?”

He dropped his head to your tummy again, mumbling a ‘Mhm’ there. “Well you’re home now, we can relax.”

“Sounds good.”

“You comfy there, or do you want to come lay up here with me?”

“I wanna be there, but you’re so comfy,” he mumbled. “Okay pretty one, you lay there for however long you want.” He nodded into your soft stomach, wrapping his arms around.

“Will you ready to me?” He asked.

“Course I will, I’ve only just started it. So I can go back to the beginning.”

“Sounds good.”

Turning back to the first page, you began to read,”In a hole in the ground lived a hobbit.”

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Not even ten minutes later, Eddies soft snores filled the room. Running your hand through his still damp curls you smiled as he sighed into you, snuggling his face as close as he could.

You decided to leave him there, he wouldn’t move even if you said. Once he was asleep he was dead asleep. Well most of the time now, the nightmares had stopped, but sometimes they would sneak back in.

Removing your hand from Eddies hair, you continued to read. Getting lost in the tale once more. But a few minutes later, Eddie began to whine softly. “Hey baby, what’s wrong?” You asked softly, putting the book down.

“You stopped reading to me,” he mumbled, half asleep. “Oh I’m sorry sweet boy, why don’t you come up here and lay with me. I’ll keep reading,” you suggested.

He pushed up and climbed into the bed next to you. Snuggling into your chest he sighed happily. “Please keep reading.”

“Okay Sweet Boy I will. You get some rest okay,” you pecked his forehead, to which he gave a sleepy smile.

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Thank you so much for reading! Please leave any requests 🤍

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fanfic-wonderland · 2 years

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He'll Kill Us Both {Sirius Black}

Pairing: Sirius Black x Gryffindor!Female Reader

Summary: Being James Potter's twin sister is not easy when you're secretly dating his best friend...

Warnings: Mild Language, Smut

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The room is pitch black and quiet but (Y/N) has not lost track of the clock hanging on the wall opposite her bed. She tries to wait for it to strike midnight as calmly as possible but a pump of adrenaline is already making its way through her veins and she begins to feel impatient. It is impossible to stay still but the last thing she wants to do is make the wrong move and wake up her dormmates; she certainly does not need an interrogation right now. So far, she's been successful the numerous times she has snuck out of the room without drawing attention, except maybe for that one time when she was almost busted by Filch, but even then she handled it pretty well.

When it is finally time to go, (Y/N) gets out of bed quietly, slipping her shoes on and tiptoeing her way to the mirror. She can barely see her reflection but she tries to work with what she has, and she figures that brushing her hair and putting on a bit of perfume will do the trick. It's nothing too big, she's not going out to a fancy restaurant, but she wants to at least be presentable for whatever outcome she'll get as soon as she steps out the door.

She throws a coat across her shoulders and decides that she's ready to get going. The faster she leaves, the lesser chances she'll have of getting caught by-

"Where are you going?"

Bloody hell.

(Y/N) freezes on her spot. Lily is now sitting up on her bed, holding her weight on her left arm and squinting her sleepy eyes at the doorway. The door remains half open and (Y/N) considers leaving while pretending that she hadn't heard her but, knowing Lily, she wouldn't be surprised if the girl decides to follow her. She turns to the redhead with an apologetic smile. "Sorry, did I wake you?"

"Yeah," Lily replies. "What are you doing up so late?"

(Y/N) clears her throat. "I was just about to get something to eat. I can't sleep with an empty stomach."

Lily quirks a brow. "Seriously?"

"Yup."

Lily sighs in defeat while she settles back into her sleeping position. "You know what? I don't know if I believe you but I'm honestly too tired to care right now."

(Y/N) chuckles. "That's okay, just go back to sleep."

When she doesn't hear an answer, she assumes that Lily has fallen back into a deep slumber. (Y/N) lets out a breath unaware that she was holding it, then proceeds to exit the room while trying not to make any more sounds.

She knows the way by heart. She's done this so many times already that she does not need to look twice at which direction she's headed. She loves the quietness of the castle at this hour, and how comfortable she has gotten with the darkness of the halls. She's lucky that most portraits are sleeping and, when they're not, she sneaks past them as easily as spotting Hagrid in a crowd. It wasn't always like that but she's gotten to know them better with time. She learned from the best, after all.

When she arrives at the broom cupboard, It's empty aside from the brooms, mops, and other cleaning supplies. She rolls her eyes. Of course, he's not here yet.

"Am I too late?"

Sirius arrives almost twenty minutes later and finds (Y/N) leaning against the table pressed to the stone wall, reading the label from a gallon that she had found lying around. She looks up quickly and smirks. "Only a little bit."

"Sorry," Sirius locks the door behind him, and (Y/N) puts the item aside as she takes a step forward. "Remus was up late tonight and I had to wait for him to finally put his bloody book down and fall asleep."

(Y/N) laughs. "That's quite alright. We still got time left."

He smiles cheekily at her words and does not waste a second more as he pulls her close, capturing her lips in his as if they were magnets. Both of them sigh almost at the same time, happy to be back in each other's arms after being apart the entirety of the day. Having to pretend that they aren't dating in front of their friends takes a toll on them, even more now when a year has passed.

A full year of stealing glances, passing notes, brushing fingers, and sneaking out of their dorms just so that they can finally spend time with each other. It is exhausting, to say the least, but as soon as they find the embrace and the warmth that they long for during the day they realize that it is all worth it. (Y/N) cups his face when they pull away, staring into his tired yet glowing eyes. She loves staring at him from up close; she can take in every single detail and read every emotion just by the way he looks back at her.

Sirius is still smiling and It's so contagious that she doesn't realize she's doing the same until her cheeks start hurting. "I've missed you." He tells her.

"Have you, really?" (Y/N) questions in a teasing manner. "Just how much?"

"Perhaps I could show you better than I could tell you, don't you think?" His lips go down to her jawline, landing on her neck with a trail of open-mouth kisses. It is easier for him to take in her familiar floral scent this way. How he missed the way it fills his nostrils.

(Y/N) closes her eyes and her entire body shivers at the sensation. He does not give her a chance to speak as he begins to mark her skin with his teeth, gentle but with enough roughness to make a moaning mess out of her. Her arms wrap around his neck and her hands cannot help but grab a fistful of his soft curls. He lets out a low groan that invites her to tug harder at his hair.

When their lips meet again it feels more desperate, like as soon as they touched each other they realized that their time is limited and they have to make the best of it. Sirius backs (Y/N) into the nearby table again, where most of the cleaning supplies are, but when he lifts her up he throws them all to the side with a swift move of his arm. Her legs wrap around his figure and he grabs her waist, softly biting her bottom lip in order to gain another reaction from her. When he hears a gasp escape her lips he smiles to himself, taking the opportunity to slip his tongue past them and coaxing it with her own. Subconsciously, their bodies are grinding against each other, and (Y/N) can already feel his hard-on rubbing against her which makes it even harder for her to contain herself. At this point, however, she does not really care.

Their clothes are scattered on the floor within a minute. It's almost a natural instinct of theirs to do so, even more when they have no time to waste. Only their underwear remains intact until Sirius can't help it anymore and moves one hand down to touch (Y/N) through the soft material of her panties. He can already feel how soaked she is and that just gets him more excited to feel her completely against him, to have her in every way possible.

(Y/N) moans again as his hand sneaks inside her underwear, slowly moving his fingers up and down her core while he stares at her face. Her eyes are closed and her head is thrown back, and he can easily come undone just by the view of her giving in to the pleasure. She gasps his name as his lips find the skin of her neck once more, licking and leaving love bites around because in the heat of the moment he forgets that they have to be cautious about this. She seems to forget as well because she does nothing to stop him.

Sirius finally removes her panties and takes off his boxers, pushing them aside without looking at where they land. His eyes are only focused on (Y/N) because she is the only thing that matters to him right now. The only thing he can do is indulge in her beauty and enjoy it before they both part ways.

He aligns himself with her center, staring into her eyes as if silently asking for permission to go forward. (Y/N)'s too much in a daze to make up words so she just leans in to kiss him as a response, and it doesn't take him much to figure it out. She feels his bare back as she pulls him closer -although it makes barely any difference, they're basically glued together at this point- as he finally enters her. Her vision gets cloudier with every thrust of his hips and stroke of his fingers, and Sirius loves the way she clings to him. His mouth hangs open when the feeling in the pit of his stomach becomes almost unbearably good but he tries not to close his eyes just so that he can see her reach her high.

Their moans blend together as their pace quickens, both of them close to finishing but still savoring the moment as if It'll last for an eternity. When the wave of pleasure finally hits them their breathing gets heavier as they try to come down from it. Both of them are sweaty and sticky but it is no bother after such an intense experience that left them both happy and satisfied. Sirius brushes away a few strains of hair away from (Y/N)'s forehead, taking another long look at her. She looks worn out but is still grinning from ear to ear while staring back at him, his expression almost an exact copy of hers.

Half an hour later, they're back to being fully clothed. The atmosphere changes drastically; where there was once lust and passion in the air there is now a sort of sadness surrounding them as they sit in a corner of the room with their backs against the wall. (Y/N) lays her head on Sirius' shoulder while playing with his fingers. They've been quiet for a while until she breaks the silence. "I wish we didn't have to do this."

Sirius looks down at her and smirks. "Why, was I really that bad?"

(Y/N) smacks his chest playfully while he laughs lightly. "You know I don't mean that," she says, followed by a sigh. "This whole 'sneaking around' thing... I don't want to keep doing it. It's all your fault."

"And how is this my fault?"

"Well, you just had to go and become best friends with my brother." (Y/N) rolls her eyes.

Sirius chuckles. "Well, I wasn't really planning on falling in love with you, either. And besides, you have to admit that James is pretty irresistible."

"Oh?" (Y/N) raises an eyebrow, snuggling closer to her boyfriend. "Is that why you like me, then, because I remind you of him?"

Sirius clicks his tongue and raises his arms in defense. "Guilty."

(Y/N) laughs at him, planting a kiss on his cheek before going back to her original position. Deep down, though, she cannot brush away the hurt when she thinks about how they feel like they can't be public because her overprotective brother would probably murder them both if he finds out.

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The next morning, (Y/N) covers up the very noticeable hickeys with a spell that she learned from her friend Florence ("It comes in very handy when a boy cannot keep his fangs away. Trust me." she had said one day.). So far, it has been effective, and this time it is no exception as the bruises on her neck and collarbone fade away effortlessly, leaving her skin intact. She smiles to herself, proud of her work, and at the same time, Lily barges into the dorm. "Hey, you ready to go?" she says.

(Y/N) turns to her and grins. "Of course."

"Are you okay?" Lily asks while eyeing the girl with worry. "You look tired."

And she is, she really is. (Y/N) and Sirius spent almost the entire night inside the cupboard, talking and laughing and avoiding being the first one to stand up. Neither of them wanted to leave. "Oh, yeah, I guess I didn't sleep too well last night," (Y/N) checks herself in the mirror, again, and this time she focuses on the bags under her eyes. Weirdly enough, she hadn't noticed them before. "But don't worry about it, I'm fine."

Lily nods hesitatingly and then her gaze drops lower. "Something wrong with your neck?"

(Y/N) panics as she looks down, but her bruises are still gone, luckily. However, her fingers are subconsciously running through the now empty spots and she stops the movement once she realizes it. "Nothing's wrong, Lily. You're being quite the motherly figure today, aren't you?"

Lily stares at her for a few more seconds before chuckling. "I guess I am. Anyway, let's just leave, yeah?"

When the both of them make it downstairs, three out of four Marauders are already in the Common Room. Remus is sitting at a table writing something down and Peter is sitting in an armchair while laughing at something that James just said on the couch in front of the fireplace. None of them notice the girls arriving until Lily clears her throat. The three of them look in their direction at the same time. "Well, hello, ladies," Although he's technically acknowledging both, James smiles directly at Lily. "Had a good night's sleep?"

Both girls nod as they walk toward them. Lily sits down next to James, much to his delight, and (Y/N) takes a seat across from Remus. "I think (Y/N) didn't sleep too well, though." Peter teases, mostly trying to get James' attention.

(Y/N) rolls her eyes but remains quiet. Thankfully, James does too, as he thinks nothing of it. Remus, on the other hand, is studying her face discreetly but before he can say something about it, they hear footsteps coming from the stairs.

All of them turn around at the same time to find the last person remaining so that they can finally make their way to Hogsmeade. "Morning." Sirius' greeting is followed by a yawn. (Y/N)'s heart flutters at the sight of him but she tries to keep her expression neutral. He does not look at her because then It'll be much harder for him to keep his hands off.

"Finally," James groans as Sirius scoots between him and Lily. "What took you so long to get up?"

Sirius rubs his eyes with the back of his hand. "I didn't sleep well last night. If it wasn't because I could really use a Butterbeer right now I would've stayed in bed."

"Is that so?" Remus says, a certain hint of suspicion in his voice that no one but (Y/N) and Lily seem to notice. "So what were you doing last night that's gotten you so tired?"

Sirius's head snaps up and he turns to look at Remus but he accidentally makes eye contact with (Y/N) first before he can stop himself. She drops her gaze and tries to distract herself with the mesmerizing way the flames are swaying in the fireplace. "Come to think of it, I did wake up in the middle of the night and your bed was empty." James rubs his chin.

"I was taking a walk," Sirius answers a bit too quickly. "I couldn't sleep so I snuck out."

(Y/N) suddenly feels two pairs of eyes on her: one is coming from the boy sitting across from her and the other is coming all the way from the redhead sitting on the couch. She does not look at any of them because she has a feeling that they know something they shouldn't. "(Y/N)," Lily speaks up, and (Y/N) almost jumps on her seat at the sound of her name. "I forgot something in the dorm, could you help me look for it?"

Gulping, (Y/N) nods and follows the girl to the stairs.

When they're back at the dorm, Lily turns to face (Y/N) and takes out her wand, pointing it at her. "Revelio," she says quietly. The hickeys on (Y/N)'s neck slowly come into view once again and Lily gasps. "Oh my God, I knew it!"

"I can explain-"

"Oh, stop it," Lily cuts (Y/N) off before engulfing her in a tight hug. When she pulls away, she is beaming. "It's about damn time you guys started dating."

(Y/N) stares at her in disbelief. "What do you mean?"

"Are you kidding me?" Lily chortles. "You two have been liking each other since forever, it was so obvious! How long have you guys been...?"

(Y/N) blushes. "Since last year..."

Lily gasps louder. "And you didn't tell me?!"

"We wanted to keep it a secret from everyone because James will kill us if he finds out."

"Oh, please, I'd like to see him try," Lily scoffs while folding her arms across her chest. "He can't keep you guys apart just because he's your brother. In fact, he should be happy that you're dating someone he's close to and not some other random boy he doesn't know."

(Y/N) has a hopeful look on her face. "You think so?"

Lily places a hand on her shoulder. "He has no other choice but to accept this unless he intends on losing you both."

When they both go back down, the three boys are still trying to fish up answers from Sirius; his excuse about not being able to sleep did not work on them as well as he wanted to. James can tell that there is something else that he's not telling them and his first guess is, "Were you with someone, perhaps?" He wiggles his eyebrows.

As Sirius shakes his head, (Y/N) makes her way to the front of the couch. "Yes," she says impulsively. "He was with me."

The room goes silent after she speaks up and she almost begins to regret it. Sirius' eyes are huge, almost like they'll pop out of his face at any moment, Peter's jaw almost reaches the rug beneath their feet, Remus leans back on his chair and watches the scene in amusement, and James is silent. At first, he thinks that she is joking but, as soon as his eyes fall on the marks on her neck, he goes pale. "What the fuck?"

Sirius stands up in a hurry before James can blow up on him. "James-"

"Why were you with my sister, Sirius?" James growls.

Sirius gives him an apologetic look before sighing in defeat. "We've been... kind of dating for a while-"

"Nope," James shakes his head furiously. "Absolutely not. I'm not having this."

"I know you don't want to hear it but..." Sirius walks over to (Y/N) and grabs her hand. A jolt of electricity runs through her but she's not sure if It's because they're finally going public or if It's the adrenaline of doing something like this in front of her brother. "I love your sister. A lot."

James stands up as well while clenching his jaw. "Get your hand off of her-"

"James," Lily calls to him firmly.

He turns around to look at her and she narrows her eyes at him. He huffs. "Lily, I can't allow this. It isn't right."

"Why isn't it right? Because you say so?" she tilts her head questioningly.

James opens his mouth to speak but closes it once he sees (Y/N) scooting closer to his best friend. She is glaring at him but tears are starting to form in her eyes. "I'm not doing anything wrong." She says quietly.

"Come on, James, they're not hurting anyone," Remus adds. "Besides, you're with Lily. Why can't (Y/N) do the same?"

James lets out a long breath before scratching the top of his head in frustration. He knows that there's nothing he can do about this. "And this has been going on for how long now?"

"A year!" Lily blurts out excitedly. Sirius and (Y/N) look at each other and he raises an eyebrow at her. She smiles innocently.

"Bloody hell," Remus chuckles. "And we never noticed."

James sits back down. "Tell me about it. I feel like an idiot right now."

(Y/N) approaches her brother. "I'm really sorry for not telling you sooner. I knew you wouldn't be too excited about it."

James sighs for the longest time. He's quiet for a moment before he says, "It's okay, I guess. Just... as long as you guys keep the PDA to a minimum in front of me then... I guess It's fine."

He mutters the last part very quietly but (Y/N) still hears him. "Really?" she beams.

James rolls his eyes and waves his hand dismissively. "Yeah, yeah, whatever."

Lily squeals in the background as (Y/N) hugs her brother tight, thanking him more than once because she still cannot believe that he (and everyone else) knows about the relationship now. It feels like a large weight has finally been lifted off of her shoulders.

(Y/N) then turns to Sirius, who still seems to be processing everything that just happened, and she hugs him as well. When she looks up at him with the biggest smile he has ever seen on her, Sirius cannot help but grab her face and kiss her like he always does when they're alone. Only this time it feels different, because he knows that they do not have to hide anything anymore and he can kiss her and hug her and hold her hand whenever he feels like it.

"WHAT DID I JUST SAY?"

They pull away immediately. "Sorry, mate," Sirius clears his throat, both of them trying to keep a stern face. "Anyway, Butterbeer?"

All of them agree at the same time. They make their way to the exit; Remus and Peter walk out first –"Guess It's just you and me buddy." Remus says while patting Peter's back-, then James and Lily, and then (Y/N) and Sirius. He wastes no time in interlocking his fingers with hers and they smile to themselves, almost like they're too shy to look at each other.

It feels like a new beginning for both of them.

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asterrrific · 1 year

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How I think SKZ would react if they see you sleeping on their side of the bed🌱

Scenario: SKZ comes home late. You told yourself that you'd stay up and wait for them but it's already waaay past midnight and you were already waaaaay too sleepy.

Genre: fluff fluff

Warnings: none

OT8 x reader

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CHAN

"Y/N???" over and over and when no one answers, he concludes you're already asleep.

Would literally tiptoe all the way to your room up till he lays in bed with you.

"Wait, y/n's sleeping on my side of the bed tho-"

Will try to carry you back to your side but you stirred so he draws back and sits for a bit to think of something else.

"Oh, whatever." and proceeds to sleep as he lays on your side of the bed instead and cuddles you to him.

LeeKnow

SLAMS THE DOOR OPEN ANNOUNCING THAT HE'S HOME AND ASKING WHERE HIS BABY'S AT

Realizes you're already asleep when he notices you already tucked in so he shuts his mouth immediately.

"Wait, that's my side y/n's sleeping on! Y/N! (lightly taps your leg) HEY Y/N!!! (REALLY taps your leg) THAT'S MY SIDE, GO BACK TO YOURS."

You follow and go back to your side ✨grumpily✨ but he follows right after you. He grabs you by the shoulder and turns you so you're facing him.

"I'm kidding. I missed you." starts to pepper you with butterfly kisses and you smile in your sleep.

Changbin

Knows that you'll be asleep by the time he comes home.

Does his business quietly as you sleep on to dreamland.

Was about to go to bed and cuddle you when he realizes you're in his spot and hugging HIS pillows.

"Aww, fine. You can have my pillows. You're better to hug than those."

Slips in carefully so as not to disturb you but you still feel him as he pulls you closer to his chest so you mumble his name.

"Shh, go back to sleep. I love you." as he drops a kiss on the top of your head.

Hyunjin

Mans would 🤨 when he sees you sleeping in his spot.

Would rant to the air about why you should sleep in your own spot instead as he prepares himself for sleep.

"What am I gonna do with you?" he wonders out loud as he tries different ways on how to move you back to your side.

Stops in his tracks when he sees you smiling in your sleep.

"Okay, just this once. Only coz you must be having sweet sweet dreams rn and i dont wanna ruin it for you." then he slips in behind you, bidding you good night as he leaves a soft kiss on your neck.

Han

"MY BABY LOOKS SO PRETTY EVEN IN SLEEP WHAT EVEN IS THIS LIFE THIS WORLD IS SO UNFAIR."

Rants to you on why he looks like a sleeping chipmunk when he's asleep while you look like a sleeping princess (as if you could hear him.)

MANS WONT EVEN CARE IF YOU'RE IN HIS SPOT.

"Cute, y/n's snuggling with my pillows🥺 aww."

Tucks both of you in, then wraps his arms around your waist as he burries his face on the crook of your neck.

He feels you stir a bit in your sleep so he feels for your hand, squeezes it, then holds it in his as he rubs lazy circles on the back of it using his thumb.

Felix

"Baby, hi, I'm home."

Wakes you up gently but he doesn't realize you fell asleep in his spot yet until you apologized about it.

"It's okay, baby. You can have my spot anytime. I'm sorry I came home late."

Kisses your forehead and tells you to go back to sleep and that he'll join you later, he just gotta take a shower first.

Carefully slips in behind you but you still feel him so you turn and face him, your eyes still sleepy but you watch him get settled.

"Missed me that much? C'mere, you can lay on my chest, I'll snuggle you back to sleep."

Gives you lots of forehead kisses until you both fall asleep.

Seungmin

Goes about his bedtime routine silently while throwing glances at your sleeping form.

"Y/N fell asleep on my spot again."

Tries to roll you back to your spot but you won't budge.

"Y/N... Y/N wake up, go back to your side of the bed."

Gives up when you don't follow suit.

"Fine, but just this once." he smiles as he goes around the other side of the bed so he can finally settle in with you.

Looms over you to watch you sleeping soundly then swoops in to give you a lingering kiss on the cheek before going back down beside you, arms around your waist.

I.N.

Immediately tries to carry you back to your spot.

SUCCESSFULLY carries you back to your spot.

"Y/N always sleeps on my spot when I'm not around."

Your eyes flutter open as soon as you feel him get in bed after taking a shower.

"I'm sorry, did I wake you? I had to carry you awb because you were sleeping in my spot."

Tells you not to worry about it and that you can sleep on his side of the bed anytime but tonight he invites you to to cuddle with him.

Asks you to be the big spoon because he missed you too much today and that he needs your hugs to recharge.

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Time check: 1:16am🥹 I had to write this down jajfsoxhaha I was about to go asleep when I wodered what it would be like to have skz come home late to you 🥺

As always, thank you for showing my other works some love! (I had it pinned now) if you have any requests, I'll try my best to make it for you!

Lablaaaab~

#skz au #skz fanfic #skz imagines #skz chan fluff #skz leeknow #skz changbin #skz hyunjin #skz han #skz felix fluff #skz seungmin #skz jeongin #skz fluff #skz oneshots #skz x reader #skz x stay

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throneofsapphics · 8 months

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I’ve just binge read all of your works in one sitting and I am absolutely obsessed! Could I request a Mor x Reader where the reader is really shy compared to Mor’s outgoing nature and it explores that dynamic. And could it be fluffy with some spice ❤️

I know you love to write for ToG too so if you think this prompt would fit better with Aelin I’m totally down for that too ❤️

change the locks

Mor x f!Reader

Warnings: a bit of smut, not proofread

A/N: sorry this took so long! I’ve wanted to write her forever thank you for requesting it!!

You loved watching her work a room. Her personality filled the entire space, her laughs seemed to echo throughout and draw people to her like a magnet. You weren’t exactly in her shadow, but stood by her side. A kind of quiet calm compared to her storm.

Social events weren’t necessarily difficult for you, not if she was there. She made a point to introduce you to everyone, saving you the anxiety of having to do it yourself.

“Is she alright? She’s so quiet.” You’d hear whispers of that question, and several variations. You tried to be more outgoing, tried to make a point to speak more, but it didn’t feel right. Instead, you listened, learned the group dynamics, and cut in when it felt right to you.

You saw Mor glow every time you made a joke - always hitting the punchline perfectly. At first, you’d turn beet red when they’d laugh, but slowly you learned they weren’t laughing at you, but with you. Whispers of that question turned into “why don’t you bring her around more?” and you felt your confidence grow.

One night, you’d gotten back from Rita’s, Mor convinced you to get out on the dance floor and you each had a few glasses of wine in you. Her hand slid up your thigh, gently caressing your hip. Her touches were always so light, so delicate, and so intense. You don’t know how she managed it.

Her hand snuck around, dipping between your folds, “nothing under here?” she teased.

“It would ruin the dress,” you hedged and she grinned.

One finger slid inside you, curling to hit that spot, and neither of you made it to your room before you were a panting and moaning mess. Besides, the couch was closer, and when it came to having her - you had little to no patience.

You groaned as someone pounded on your apartment door, and nudged Mor in the side. “You get it,” you mumbled in a sleepy voice.

“I got it last time,” she protested. Footsteps sounded inside your shared apartment. Very few people had access to it, and Mor tugged the blanket over you just in time as the door flung open.

Feyre. Of course. You dug your head into Mor’s chest as she wrapped her arms protectively around you, and you didn’t need to look to see her glare.

“Really?” She snapped, “It’s early.”

“It’s almost noon.” Feyre sighed.

“Out,” Mor snapped, and the High Lady laughed but left.

“I’m sorry love,” Mor ran comforting strokes down your spine.

“I hate when they do that.” You grumbled, still discontent.

“I’ll change the locks,” she promised.

Around a week later, the two of you woke to a grumpy Illyrian warrior pounding at your front door, complaining about the locks being changed.

“Thank the Mother you actually changed them,” you groused, and Mor winked at you before heading to the door - you heard the sounds of her telling them off from the bedroom, and dug into the sheets with a grin.

#acotar drabble #acotar x reader #acotar smut #mor acotar #mor x reader #mor x y/n #no mor slander let our sapphic characters have some peace please #not proofread #acotar fic #acotar mini fic

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thewardenofwinter · 1 year

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Writeblr Introduction | Morana Warrin

I have finally created a Tumblr for my writing. I haven't been on here since I just got internet access (around 2013 so you can probably guess the things I saw) but I need a place to throw all my ideas at a wall and watch as they trickle down into a puddle of lost nights of sleep and aesthetic pinterest boards.

▸ About

▸My name is Morana, I would prefer they/them pronouns but, to be frank, I do not care what you refer to me as. I have been writing for a long time (too long if you ask some people) but in the past three years, I have been taking the profession much more seriously in hopes of starting a career. Besides being a writer and a threat to modern society, I also dabble in drawing/graphic design and character design.

▸I adore 19th-century Russian literature (Mikhail Bulgakov is my personal favourite) and absurdist texts. There isn't a moment of my day when I'm not listening to some sort of music, I do not discriminate genres in the slightest but I am partial to rock and its many subgenres. I love any 90s and early 2000s movies, early Hollywood horror flicks, and Soviet films from the 80s.

▸ Current Projects

(I am horrible at summaries so please take pity on me. also check TWs)

The Resurrectioners

You only live twice.

(TW: Mentions of s*icide)

After the deaths of her two sisters in a car crash, twenty-seven-year-old Samara Dombroski decides that her life is no longer worth living and makes a successful attempt at her own life. Only there's one problem:

She doesn’t stay dead for very long.

An indeterminate amount of time later, Samara wakes up in a strange, vast estate plagued by visions of the past that she can’t control. She learns that this place is run by a man known only as The Resurrectionist, a necromancer armed with a group of assassins possessing strange abilities called Resurrectioners, an eclectic group of individuals who all share her story: people who found death by their own hand or by some other tragic means.

Now a resurrectioner herself, Samara must repay the debt of her second chance at life to The Resurrectionist by disposing of cadavers for him: violent, ghoulish beings that result from misused necromancy who feast on flesh and bone. Once she has killed enough to satisfy The Resurrectionist, she will be released from the estate she is trapped in and free to live the rest of her life.

genre: dark fantasy, thriller

What We Undertake

Some things are better left undead.

Guillermo Del Toro's Crimson Peak meets Tim Burton's Sleepy Hollow in this paranormal mystery and gothic romance set in the late 19th century.

Our tale follows one Dolores Clive, resident medium and the daughter of the late Warren Clive, Boston's most beloved undertaker. After her father's death and subsequent take over of the family business, Dolores has become a recluse haunted by ghosts of her past and near future which all comes to head when her step-sister arrives in town with her newly acquired fiancé and his rather strange but beautiful brother in tow following a string of murders.

Genre: horror/supernatural fiction, gothic fiction

The Stray Girls

It's not drugs that are killing these teens.

(TW: Mentions of drugs and alcohol)

Set in the fictional city of Maynard, The Stray Girls is a retelling of The Lost Boys centred around a cast of troubled teen girls set 10 years later in 1997'.

After once again deciding to move across the country with her daughters, Magdelena's mother decides that cheap rent is worth more than her daughter's lives when she moves to Maynard, Washington— which currently boasts the largest missing girl population in the country. While settling into their new home, Magda notices her elder sister Roxanne is beginning to act strange: leaving the house in the middle of the night, wearing sunglasses indoors, and sleeping all day. First suspecting it to be drugs, Magda thinks nothing of it, but as time goes on and her sister's personality makes a sudden shift in the wrong direction, she can no longer pretend like everything is alright. Meeting the group of troubled girls that her sister now calls 'friends' slowly leads her down a path of crime, thrill and peer pressure. But it's not booze that these girls are drinking: it's blood.

Genre: Teen Adventure/Horror

▸ LINKS

pinterest // spotify // instagram

Though my aesthetic and writing style may scream morbid academic pretentiousness, I assure you my online presence and writing greatly contrast with my personality (and looks for that matter) so please do not be alarmed by my frequent buffoonery, general bastardness, and bombastic vulgarity.

Thank you for reading! (or skipping to the end)

— M. Warrin

#writeblr intro #writeblr #writeblr introduction #authorblr #new writeblr #writeblr community

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yourimagines · 4 months

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Reader and Sean struggling to co-parent.

They eventually get back together! Thank you love your stories

It’s to much

* English is not my first language I apologise

* Triggers: Swearing and fluff

Y/n POV

Our son Sam was throwing a tantrum. Sean should get him this weekend but he couldn’t because he’s in training camp for the next fight. “Baby, daddy can’t come and get you, he’s very busy.” “No!” He threw a plushy at me. I was on the verge of crying myself as Sam hadn’t slept at all last night. “Sam darling please.” I grabbed the plushie from the ground and lay it away. “No! I want daddy!” He sat down, his arms crossed, pouting at me. “I know but you’re with mommy this weekend.” He groaned and lay flat on the ground, crying. “But I want daddy.” ‘Me too buddy, me too.’ “You want a ice cream?” His head lift up from the ground. “Yes please.” I smiled and grabbed my keys. “Come let’s get some ice cream then.” He smiles and jumps up. “Ice cream!” He yells as he jumps up and down from excitement. ‘Thank the lord.’

——A few days later——

Sam was playing as his father stopped by to watch him for a few hours so that I can go to the store without a screaming child with me. “Thank you Sean, I really appreciate it.” Sean nods at me. “No worries, he’s my son as well.” Sean walks up to Sam and he jumps up. “Daddy!” “Hi buddy.” He picked him up, Sam wrapped his tiny arms around Sean’s neck. “I missed you daddy.” “I missed you too buddy.” I smiled at them, Sam was laughing as Sean tickled him. ‘I wish we worked out….’

Sean POV

Y/n went to the store as I stayed at her apartment. Sam was showing me his toys. “Daddy look.. this is you.” He held up a drawing. “And that is mommy.” “That’s awesome buddy.” He giggles and runs off to grab something else. “Are you staying daddy?” He was grabbing in his toys chest. “No buddy, daddy has to leave if mommy’s back.” He looked up, pouting at me. “But daddy, mommy is no fun.” ‘Ouch.’ “Whys that?” He walked over with his toys. “Mommy never wants to play, mommy is always sleepy and crying.” “Is that so?” He nodded, sitting down next to me. “Maybe mommy is sleepy because you’re missing me to much and that makes mommy cry.” He tilted his head a bit to the side. “I make mommy sad?” His lip trembled as tears were forming in his eyes. “No buddy, mommy loves you, she’s just…” Sam crawled into my lap. “Daddy I think mommy misses you too.” ‘I think so too buddy, I miss her as well.’

She came home with all the groceries she needed. “Hello, I’m back.” Sam runs up to her. “Mommy.” She smiles and ruffles through his blond hair. “Hi baby.” She picked him up, he giggles as she gave him a few kisses on his face. “I missed you mommy” “I missed you too.” I was watching them smiling and giggling. ‘She’s the best mother our my son…’ she sets Sam down and walks with the groceries to the kitchen. Sam runs off back to his toys. I walked over to her, she was unpacking the bags. “How was it here?” I leaned against the doorpost and crossed my arms. “Good, he’s very talkative.” She laughs and nods. “I know, he’s not a quiet kid.” I was looking at her, her features, how she looks the same but also doesn’t. She looks more mature but also very tired. “He told me that you’re very sleepy and that you cry sometimes.” She stopped and looked at me. “He really said that?” I nodded and she sighs. “I am but I don’t cry in front of him tho, I cry when he’s not nearby. I didn’t know he would sense that.” I nodded and slowly walked over. “It’s okay you know, it doesn’t make you a bad mother. You’re doing way better than I do.” She shook her head. “That’s not true Sean, you’re a good father. He totally adores you.” Her fingers briefly touched my arm and I saw she was still wearing her wedding ring. ‘I hope it means she still thinks about me.’

“Sam wants me to stay tonight.” I whispered softly as I closed the distance between us. “Do you want to stay tonight?” Her fingers touched softly my shoulder as she looked up into my eyes. My hand went to her waist and pulled her close. “Only if you want me to.” Our lips almost touching each other. “I always want you to stay Sean.” I leaned in and kissed her tenderly. Her hands wrapped around my shoulders and I held her close, cupping one side of her face. “I’m such a fool, I wish I never left you baby.” She nods. “You are a fool Sean.” I smiled and wiped some hair out of her face. “I want to be better father for Sam but I also to you, I don’t know if you want to give me another chance but I promise I will be a better person.” She smiled shyly. “Sean you’re lucky I haven’t signed our divorce papers yet.” “You haven’t?” She shook her head. “I’m so happy because I haven’t signed them either, I-I was acting like a bitch that night and I regret that deeply.” She hugs me. “That’s okay, I already knew that.” I laughed and hugged her back. “But we need to take it slow tho, I don’t want this to fail again Sean.” “I know, we take this slow, baby.” We stood there hugging each other as Sam walked in. “Cuddle party without me?!” He runs up and presses himself between us. “I love you guys.” “We love you too buddy.”

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stratossphere · 1 year

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coffee | v.v

you and ville are still sleepy.

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, taking pictures, fluff :)

word count: 3.2k

a/n: for @spectralstormcloud 🫶🏻

tags: @asskickedbygirl @lieutenant-cinnamon-roll @kissofdawn666 @brandons-wife @valos-venus-doom @ghoulishguns @4377666

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It was early. Well, not super early, but you and Ville had done your best to stay up later than 11:30 the night before, so it felt early with the sun shining way too brightly through every window in the room as you came back in where you had left to retrieve two cups of coffee. Ville was still laying in bed where you'd left him, and you smiled softly at the bleary look on his face as he opened his eyes once he heard you coming in.

"Morning, sunshine." You teased as you rounded your side of the bed, amused by the sight of Ville trying futilely to block the sun out of his face with a lazy hand. He huffed out a large sigh before drawing himself to sit up in bed just as you sat down next to him, taking his coffee cup when you offered it gingerly over out of fear that he would sleepily drop it right in his lap.

"Good morning." He said groggily, leaning over to give you a quick kiss and then breaking away to take a large sip of his coffee as he leaned back against the headboard. "Thank you, love."

"Mhm." You hummed, reaching out to brush a hand through his unruly hair where he'd been sleeping with the blanket half over his head all night. He leaned into your touch slightly, his sleep-mussed strands not responding much to your attempts to tame them as he clearly tried to blink himself awake. You moved to relax next to him against the headboard so that your shoulders were touching, resting your head beside his. "You wanna do something today?"

"...get groceries." He said after a second, nodding decisively before taking another large sip of his coffee and then setting the mug on his nightstand. You rolled your eyes.

"We finally have a day off at the same time, and all you want to do is get groceries?" You mused, trying not to spill your coffee down your chin as he dropped his head heavily to rest on your shoulder. He chuckled softly, grabbing your free hand and lacing your fingers together before bringing your knuckles to his lips.

"You're better at it then I am." He supplied simply, biting at your skin just slightly before he suddenly yawned. "Let's go back to sleep."

"I just brought you coffee. Drink that." You knew that if you let Ville go back to sleep, he'd be out for another four hours into the mid-afternoon, and you didn't know if you were going to be able to stand three out of those four hours lying trapped underneath him with his snoring in your ear while you waited for him to wake the hell up. Plus, he always drooled all over your shoulder, and then liked to wake up and pretend like it couldn't have possibly been him.

"But you were so warm." He complained, turning on his side and fitting his head right in the crook of your neck where you were still fully sitting up in bed so that you could drink your coffee. "I'm still tired."

"Fine. You can go back to sleep, and I'll go grocery shopping." You were teasing, because you knew that there was no way you'd ever be able to leave him wrapped up in bed alone long enough to get anything done, but he didn't know that. He groaned.

"No. I need you." As he spoke, he pressed warm kisses to your neck, sucking just barely as he inhaled against your skin at the same time. You smiled softly at the whiny tone of his voice, finally reaching out to set your almost-gone cup of coffee down on your nightstand before you let yourself fall victim to his warm embrace.

"We have to go grocery shopping, baby. If we eat takeout for another night, you're going to die of a sodium overdose." You tried to hold your ground on the matter as he leeched his arms back around you and pulled you down further under the covers with him, but he was making it hard. Especially when he began to rub his hand up your leg.

"If it means you'll stay in this bed, I'm fine with dying." He said dramatically in response, his eyes closing with a hint of a grin on his lips as you ran your hand through his still-messy hair again. You then pressed a soft kiss to his lips, aiming just to give him a better kiss than the peck you'd greeted him with but instead getting pulled in by his hand suddenly cupping the back of your head.

The kiss was slow, and you smiled just barely as his tongue brushed against your bottom lip while his hand continued to rub at your bare leg. You knew he was trying to convince you not to get up, but it's not like you would've done so even if he hadn't been kissing you hungrily. As you kissed, he gently took your hand from his hair before beginning to push it between the two of you, pressing it right over where he was getting hard as he opened his eyes to look at you. You fully smiled then.

"I thought you were tired." You teased, rubbing your hand over his hard-on through the material of his boxer briefs and savoring the sound of his raspy groan at the feeling. There was a spark in his eye, and he only dipped down to suck at your neck again.

"You just smell so good. I can't help myself." He mumbled, rolling his hips into your hand slightly as he began to suck a little harder at your skin. You knew he was leaving hickeys for his own personal amusement, but you were too enraptured by the feeling to stop him.

"Are you sure you'll be able to stay awake?" You used your free hand to poke your fingers into his neck, pulling a laugh out of him as he pulled away from your throat.

"Yes! I swear." He insisted, trying not to grin as he pulled you in for another kiss. The kiss would've been deep, but he couldn't stop smiling against your lips as he gently pulled your hand away from between his legs before his fingers were finding the waistband of your underwear. "Have some faith in this old man."

"You're not old." You said dryly, rolling your eyes as you helped him get your underwear down and off your legs from under the covers. He blew out a scoff despite the fact that you were still pressing kisses to his lips, looking defiant to your statement.

"Yes I am. I'm practically of dying age." Here he was with his girlfriend almost completely naked in his bed (he was already working your shirt over your head as he spoke), and he was whining about dying. Figures. You fully laughed then, reaching back up to cup the back of his head softly after he'd peeled your shirt off.

"And yet I still want to have sex with you. Who would've thought." You crooned, pressing a wet kiss to his cheek as he finally fumbled to get his short boxer briefs down and off. "Stop talking about dying."

"Ok. Fine. I'll be good." He promised, licking strongly into your kiss when your lips found his again just as he pulled your leg gently over his hip. "Mm. You're so warm."

"I love you." You said softly, your breath catching just slightly when you felt him rub the head of his cock through your pussy and over your clit. His lip drew between his teeth as he did so, and only after he pushed into you slowly was he able to breathe out a response.

"I love you too. So fucking much." He spoke over the sound of your soft moan at the feeling of his cock sliding deep into you, the slow stretching making your head spin as your forehead dropped onto his shoulder.

As he gently began to roll his hips into you, he slid a hand up your back to hold you flush against him, moving at the same time your hand moved to his shoulder blade as your nails dug into his skin just barely. His low groan made your heartbeat pick up in your chest, your whole body reacting to the sound you wish you could've made your ringtone as his hand that was still holding your leg up tightened on your thigh.

His pace was slow and drawn-out, but you felt like you had no air in your lungs regardless as you whined with every brush of his cock against your sweet spot. He was barely even trying, and yet there you were falling apart in his arms.

You lifted your head to kiss him again, your hand that wasn't on his shoulder sliding up to his head to pull at his messy hair gently as he kissed you lazily. His breath tasted like nothing but coffee this early in the morning, and you couldn't help but smile at the domesticity of it all. When he felt you smiling against his lips, he broke the kiss to let his eyes slowly open again just as he exhaled shakily when you lifted your leg a little higher to allow him to hit deeper inside of you.

"What're you smiling about?" He asked after a second of regaining his breath, nipping gently at your lip as he held your gaze with soft eyes. You kissed him again, stronger this time as you tried to capture his essence through his mouth. It never felt like you could get enough of the man you needed more than anything in this world no matter how hard you tried.

"How good you taste." You managed to breathe out in response, your voice coming out strained and shaky as he began to speed up his pace just slightly. He chuckled at that, his eyes struggling to stay open as his eyebrows drew together with the soft groans that followed his laughter.

You were starting to get close, and his arm tight around you with his hands on you wasn't doing anything but bringing you closer, but you wanted more. Thankfully, he seemed to be getting to the same point, because after a while he rolled onto his back, his arm around you pulling you right along with him until you were straddling him while he continued to fuck up into you.

"Fuck. You feel so good, baby." You whined as you began to ride him in tune with his thrusts, his hands only encouraging you to move where they had cemented at your hips. His cock was now impossibly deep inside of you, and you were starting to lose control over the volume of your voice as you moaned with every simultaneous roll of both of your hips.

"I know, my love. I can feel your pretty pussy squeezing me." He cooed, letting you pull his hands from your hips up to rest over your tits. You wanted to feel his hands on you in any and every way you possibly could, and he didn't seem to mind. His thumbs rubbed torturously slow over your nipples and he held your gaze directly, the piercing green of his irises making you melt under his stare despite the soft adoration in his eyes. No matter how many times you'd looked into those eyes in your lifetime, your body would never learn to react normally at the sight of them. "Don't stop. You're gonna make me cum."

As he spoke, one of his hands moved away from your chest to reach over blindly towards the nightstand, and you watched in confusion momentarily before you felt your skin heat up considerably when you watched his fingers finally land on what he was looking for.

His phone.

"You’re so fucking beautiful." He murmured as he held up his phone. He continued to rub his thumb over your nipple and drag his nail over it as he put a little more force behind the roll of his hips to fuck his cock fully into your g-spot, the click of his phone camera going off with each of his thrusts. Your eyes were squeezed shut where you could no longer hold them open due to the ecstasy rolling through every single nerve in your body in continuous waves, but you could still hear his soft vocal encouragements as you ground down on his cock.

"I'm not gonna last." You gasped, trying to hold back as best as you could because you wanted him to cum with you but feeling close to failing miserably. You heard the soft sound of the phone being thrown to the other side of the bed, and you opened your eyes a split-second before his arms were both around you and he was pulling you back down on him until he could kiss you again.

"Me neither." He groaned, arms holding you so tightly that all you could do was take it where the strong slide of his cock in you was starting to get sloppy as he got closer and closer to his climax. "Inside?"

"Yes. Please." Your words came out a lot more desperate than you had been intending to allow, but you were too fucked-out to care, so all you did was let your cheek fall against his as you cried out where your voice was starting to go hoarse.

It only took a few more pointed slams of his hips before you were coming undone, your legs shaking at either side of his hips where you were still straddling him as his arms around you essentially held you together on top of him. You had lost all control that had been used to hold yourself up, but all that did was allow for him to fuck deeper inside of you before he was cumming too, his voice raising more than a couple pitches as his muscles tensed underneath you.

"Oh...fuck. Fuck, yeah." He was breathless as he continued to thrust shallowly into you, his grip relaxing on you slightly where it had been impossibly tight. One of his hands slid down your spine to squeeze your ass absentmindedly, his head nuzzling against yours while you continued to shake on top of him. "Feel okay?"

"Amazing." You finally hummed hoarsely, lifting your head to give him a satiated smile as your hair just barely started to fall in his face. He snorted as you began to press kisses to his face, squirming slightly when your lips reached the sensitive spot just under his ear.

"Good. Now we can go back to sleep." He said with satisfaction, his face drawing into a slight wince that mirrored yours as he gently pulled out of you. You let out a morose sigh as he gently moved you off of him so that he could get up and out of bed, in turn making him look back at you. "What's wrong?"

"It's cold now." You complained as he grabbed a couple of tissues out of the box sitting on the dresser. "Can you bring me clothes?"

When he agreed and went to grab your shirt (which was actually borrowed from him) off the floor where he'd tossed it after taking it off (your underwear were still abandoned in the sheets somewhere), you instead pointed to his other shirt that he'd been wearing the night before. Which was also on the floor.

"I wanna wear yours." What was the point of having a significant other if you weren't allowed to share clothes freely? Hell, you were pretty sure you'd caught Ville wearing your shirts on a few rare occasions. His eyebrows furrowed.

"This is my shirt." He said, holding up the shirt he'd already retrieved from the floor in confusion to show you the Type O Negative decal on the breast. You shook your head with a coy grin.

"I want it to smell like you." At your words, he only stared at you for a second before just grinning and shaking his head as he bent down to retrieve his more-recently-used shirt for you. You were staring hard as you then watched him pull his underwear back on.

"I think when they said 'love makes you do crazy things', they just meant you." He teased as he came back to sit on the bed next to you before gently drawing your legs apart to clean you up, his head dipping so that he could kiss your knee as he did so. You couldn't help but smile, pushing stray curls of his hair out of his face.

"Well, I think it makes you do crazy things like avoid groceries for a week straight so that you never have to leave the bed." Two could play that game. Especially when your side of the argument included an embarrassing amount of delivery charges. He tossed the tissues in the trash before handing you his shirt so that he could fish your underwear out of the bed.

"So I've been told." He replied simply, wiggling his eyebrows at you as he shoved his arm deep under the covers and felt around until he came up victorious with your missing underwear. "I'm going to make it up to you. I'll cook you something."

"You? Are going to cook something?" No offense to your lovely boyfriend, but this was coming from the person who, as mentioned before, avoided buying any real food like the plague, and often used his stovetop as a collection table for his bills as opposed to...literally anything else. He seemed unphased by your tone as he pulled your underwear back on for you.

"Why not? I'll improvise, and if you get food poisoning, then I'll just get to take care of you." He said confidently as he clambered over you to get back into bed while you put his shirt on, barely giving you a second after you’d pulled it over your head before he was immediately pulling you into him. "Or. if you'd rather...I can just have you for dinner."

"God. You make it so hard to decide." You said dramatically, watching with fond eyes as he yawned deeply. He was blinking slowly, and you knew he was barely holding on before he crashed out due to the body heat you were currently sharing. However, he lifted his head up just enough to give you one last kiss, his lips soft against yours before he dropped his head back to where his face was pushed in the crook of your neck and his arms were holding you both tightly together. You were enveloped in the smell of his cologne, both from his shirt and from his skin, so you weren't much further off from falling right back asleep with him.

"You'll hold my hand in the store, right?" He mumbled out after a second, his hand suddenly fumbling out against you before he located your hand and then laced your fingers together. You breathed out a laugh.

"Yeah. I will." You reassured, pressing a kiss to his temple as he relaxed again once he had a tight grip on your hand. He hummed.

"Good. Love you."

"I love you too."

#ville valo #ville valo smut #ville valo x reader #ville valo fic #ville hermanni valo #HIM #his infernal majesty #jackass #jackass movie #jackass imagine #jackass mtv

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art-of-mathematics · 11 months

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Hexagon-shaped box made with basic materials

Today I wanted a solution for an easy-to-carry box for my pencils that I can nest into each other (like russian dolls (those wooden box dolls you can insert into each other)).

My solution turned towards this hexagon-shaped box which uses basic Steckverbindungen, cuts and folds.

In the sketch you see solid lines - these need to be cut.

The dashed lines need to be folded.

I reduced the size of my blueprint sketch by 5% and by 10% to have smaller grids.

Then I transferred the three differently sized grids on foil and assembled them:

The first attempt:

This 3-box-assemble is not stable enough, because the foil I used is very thin and too instable. And I made lots of mistakes and was overally very sloppy with crafting.

Yet, overally this works ok. If I improve the previously mentioned aspects this box assemble will work fine.

I might:

- use thicker material

- be more exact with crafting each box

- consider using 3 clamps for additional stability

- improve the Steckverbingungen between the three boxes

I can insert the three foil boxes into each other.

(I might make photos later. but right now I am very sleepy and want to "laze around". )

Perhaps I might write a better-structured post later as well. (once I crafted the improved model)

after all I enjoy the hexagon design - and how well I could use isometric grid paper to draw the pattern for that box.

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justsomeclintasha · 2 years

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“Where is she?”

“I think you have the wrong room, miss.”

“Natasha. I will not ask again.”

The mission had gone to shit. He’s tired, desperately needs a shower, and doesn’t have time for this.

“And who the hell are you?”

“None of your concern.”

The blonde narrows her eyes and sits in a chair. The empty hospital bed spans between them. Frustrated, he crosses his arms and waits. She breaks first.

“Is she okay?”

“Still not sure it’s any of your concern.”

“I am her sister.”

“Yelena?”

If she’s surprised, she hides it better than he does.

“You know about me.”

“Some.” He studies her for a moment. “They took her for a scan to check for internal bleeding. So far, a broken wrist, some broken ribs, concussion.”

“What happened?”

“What didn’t?” The question is dry and rhetorical. He scrubs a hand over his eyes. “I’m going to grab a coffee.”

XXXXX

He returns with two, his black, hers with two sugars. It’s important to know how someone drinks coffee. Natasha told him once and he had filed it away for later use. Now, he’s glad. He sips it before he hands it to her. She doesn’t thank him. He doesn’t take it personally.

The sounds of wheels in the hallway draws their eyes to the door. A nurse helps transfer Natasha back to bed and lay down. Clint is at her side in an instant.

“Alright sweetheart?”

“Sore. Tired,” her voice trails, as if speaking is difficult. With the sedation drugs, it probably is. Sleepy eyes float across the room. “Lena?”

“Hey.”

“What.. should be.. Berlin,” she mumbles.

“Had to come and make sure you weren’t gunna die on me, Natty.”

“Not dead yet.”

She sleeps.

XXXXX

No internal bleeding.

It’s good news and means she can leave the hospital soon.

Yelena studies Clint with her sister- the way he rubs a thumb over the back of her hand as he holds it, presses a kiss to her knuckles when she stirs. She doesn’t understand.

He’s so gentle. So caring.

Suddenly she realizes he’s watching her, but his eyes are soft.

“I guess we haven’t really been introduced. I’m Clint Barton, former circus performer, best archer in the world, member of Shield. And of course, Nat’s partner.”

He grins easily and she raises an eyebrow.

“Circus performer?”

XXXXX

Natasha wakes halfway through a story about acrobats. It takes both of them a moment to notice, but she’s content just watching them talk.

“And I thought, oh piece of cake. I could do that. How hard can it be to backflip off an elephant and grab the rope?”

“This did not happen.”

“Oh it did, but poorly. Broke my nose and sprained my ankle. Horrible landing, and a really pissed off elephant-“

“Natasha?”

Instantly, his attention is back on the redhead next to him.

“If I knew getting hurt would bring you together I would have done it sooner.”

“How are you feeling? Ready for us to break you out?” Yelena asks.

“I’m so hungry for food that isn’t jello,” she admits. “And I really want to wash my hair.”

“I’ll help you get a bath when we get home.”

“No, I will do that, assuming you can cook?”

“He absolutely cannot cook,” Natasha cuts in. “But pizza from Luigi’s sounds amazing. Will you stay with us for a few days?” she asks hopefully. Yelena glances towards Clint and shrugs.

“Until you are better. And only if he tells me more about these elephants.”

#clintasha #clint barton x natasha romanoff #clintasha fanfic #yelena boleva

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mushiewrites · 1 year

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can I just be sappy for a moment about 2022? It was so shitty for a multitude of reasons but you guys made it better ):

firstly everyone that interacts with my posts, i love u and appreciate u so much ): if i didn’t have people interacting, i wouldn’t really have a reason to want to keep writing.

but there are some very cool and lovely people I want to fawn over and just say a few things about 🫠

thank u to:

@an-inkling-of for hyping up my writing and always encouraging me to be mean (hehehe 😈)

@elliot-tword for being one of the first people i remember being so kind and supportive when i first started out writing

@fluffy-fics for making LITERAL BEAUTIFUL ART FROM MY FICS / DRABBLES???????? still so honored tbh 🥺💕

@sleepy--anon + @azuregiggles + @starshinenova for providing the best hc’s i’ve ever seen and allowing me to run wild with them 👀

@amitlee for being my enemy, one of my favorite people to bully/be bullied by, and also one of the best people i’ve gotten to meet on this hell site 🔥

I have a million more people I could thank, so if you weren’t mentioned, just know I love u and appreciate you. I want to tag you all 🥺

I hope every has an incredible 2023, it’s gonna be great I can feel it ✨

(okay i’m putting the longer ones under here…..this is going to be SAPPY sappy - this is your warning)

@cayjno - my baby jworm ): i don’t even know what to write for you. i went from freaking out in the best way over your fics to getting to be so close with you and i am still confused as to how????? i have no idea why but i was so nervy to speak with you bc u were just so COOL to me and i was scawwed. i remember the night we had our first real conversation, i was just so hype that you were as cool as i thought, probably even more so. you are one of the most kindest and sweetest humans i’ve ever met. i am so so thankful to know you and get to be in your life. you make me feel so safe, you never ever throw judgement on me and i am so grateful for that. i don’t ever feel scared telling you things because i know you’re not going to look at me differently for it. you also don’t let me brain run with bad things - you normally tell me straight up how something is if i seem to be going a different direction than what actually is happening in situations where that might normally happen. you are just such a lovely support person. we are so comfortable with each other and i love doing stupid things with you. you are so extremely talented in so many ways (i will never have another wallpaper that isn’t a juno drawing ever again btw). u are absolutely adorable and i adore you and your art and your writing and just skdndjdndjsj i love you ): i can’t wait until we invent teleporting so i can hug you for a million years ): i love u so much mouse 💕

@covenofwives - I literally stayed hyperfixated on The Blame Game for m o n t h s. you are SO UNBELIEVABLY COOL. the first few times we spoke i was so hype because you were so kind! we’ve gotten to be such nice little fwens and i love that for us ): we have our own little bobbi duo! i love when we exchange art and wips, it makes me feel so nice that you allow me to see your creations before they’re finished. you are so insanely talented as well, i’m still so hype that you drew Big Challenges on the beach just enjoying his day. you and your feathers are the cutest things EVER, i can’t wait to keep our cute lil friendship growing! i love and appreciate u and ur kindness always 🥺💕

and last but definitely not least

@awkwardtickleetoo - my lil baby puppy knight. the other half of puppyduo. mr bones. i could list everything we’ve ever called each other here but it would need to be a whole new post tbh. i adore you. you already know this. i remember being nervy to speak to you too, but god am i glad we started bc here we are now, months later and clingy as heck. we are the cutest little besties and i wouldn’t trade our weird little freaky conversations for anything. thank you for always bouncing ideas around with me or reading things if i need to know if things sound okay. i love that we don’t gatekeep, and i love that we bully each other about the embarrassing things we share. i love that we’ve resorted to using mostly pet-names for each other, and i love the ones you give me (all of them are good but you know my favorites 🥺) i love that we don’t EVER judge each other and i don’t ever second guess it when i tell you things that fluster me. you’re always so kind (and mean) in the best way and you are just such a lovely person. you, just like everyone else on this list are so extremely talented. you know i binge your fics and fawn over the shit you say all the time. i am very clearly cal stan #1. i actually could keep going but this would end up being very long and repetitive, but it’s all true. love you, idiot. 💕

#mushie speaks #i just love my friends okay #i am feeling sappy today #genuinely though #if i didn’t tag you just know that i dO love you #so so many of you that i’m thankful for #just know if i see you in my notifs i love you i love you i LOVE YOU #and if ur a lurker too???? i STILL LOVE YOU #an inkling of #elliot tword #fluffy fics #sleepy anon #azuregiggles #starshinenova #cayjno #covenofwives #awkwardtickleetoo #i love all of u sm

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nibwhipdragon · 8 months

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omg you can draw? and you draw dragons?

can we get a dragon josej

I had been meaning to draw him as a dragon months before I got this ask and this was the thing that finally got me to do it thank you anon

Anyways. The guy (with a little planning doodle on the side I forgot to erase)

Now to explain my process for the design here, because I'm insane.

Let's start with the hair. Joseph's hair can't really be translated into spines on a back that well. Hair doesn't really translate that well at all. So I opted to lessen the "spikes" to 1, instead of the usual 3. The spines are also all joined instead of separate like I usually do them, to try keep the feel of soft and flowy hair. Also, because I am insane, I decided to make sure this design was reminiscent of. Crash Bandicoot. Yeah I've seen people joke about how similar human Joseph and Crash are so to help keep dragonseph fitting I also used Crash as a reference. This makes sense to me. Understand.

He's a classic European dragon (2 wings, 4 legs) for many reasons. You'd think I'd go with a wyvern bc of flying, but. The limb loss. I have no idea how the loss of a wing via severing would work. Nothing to go off of for it. "Oh but Nibwhip it's just a single drawing" I have thought about this world in great detail and will likely draw more in the future. I'm planning accordingly. I also think it just fits him bc. European (British. I think being British counts as being European? Idk), as well as the limbs. He can run much better than a wyvern can you know?

Horns. First of all I've been thinking about the Pillar Men here and designing Joseph accordingly. This sounds odd but. Humans and Pillar Men are different species, different physical characteristics. Same must apply for dragons here, except more visible bc I didn't like too much how the Pillar Men were in canon (too human). I've already confirmed in my mind palace that the Pillar Men (...Pillar Dragons? Yeah let's go with that) will have front facing horns, for many reasons I will elaborate on in a separate, later post. So, normal dragons will always have horns facing the other way (maybe other ways too. But mostly pointing back like that). I've also made em big and fat here to make em look solid. I didn't want to draw him as buff as humanseph, but I still needed to get across that feeling of strength. So boom. Get these chunky horns on your head dude

Now. Colours. Probably were expecting like. Green and yellow/purple for this, right? Those are colours he wears, not just...his hair colour. I went with the brown anyways, not just for the hair colour though. Back to strength. Brown's a nice earthy colour. Quite solid. I don't know enough about colour theory here but. I can ASSURE you that if I had done this in green or purple he would've felt a lot scrawnier. Brown's also a warm, welcoming colour. If that makes sense. Makes sure he still feels friendly and good despite the design change and all the things I did to make him look strong. Also with vibrant colours like green and purple it's harder to make a hypothetical oldseph version of this design. But here the brown also works it's an "old" colour. You know. Like a worn leathered cover to a book or smth. The brown works I assure you.

I also gave him "eyebrows" bc a Joseph without thick as hell eyebrows isn't a Joseph to me. Very defining part of his design tbh I HAD to get it in there.

I think that's all? Idk I am very sleepy (midnight 💀) so maybe I'll reblog later with more details idk

#me when I'm normal #answered asks #anonymous asks #jjba #joseph joestar #uhhh i feel like I'll need a tag for this #uhh #jjba dragon AU #that works for now 👍#nibwhip doodles

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thisgirlnamedblusy · 11 months

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hiii!!! i wanted to request a oneshot with marilyn x fem reader (lots of fluff and cute stuff and some smut) where they are going on a road trip to a ski resort with the readers parents and they end up getting lost but they get back on the road again once the reader talks marilyn into using the gps instead of a map. they end up stopping a couple of times to use the bathroom (i was hoping for a little bit of smut for this part) and they get back on the road again. a while later they end up at the ski resort and meet up with the readers family. (i was hoping you could write the vacation part too but if you can’t it’s okayy)

Yesss!!! I hope you like it!! Sorry about the language mistakes!!!

Snowy vacation

Pairing: Marilyn Thornhill x Fem! Reader

Warnings: smut, fluff.

Word count: 2,871

Summary: You’re going to a ski resort with your parents. Marilyn, your fiancée is going with you.

N/A: Requests are open!! Sorry about the delays :( I love you all!!!

“Are you sure you locked the door?” Marilyn asked you as she got into the car. You rolled your eyes.

“I already told you that I am sure…” You sighed. “If we take any longer we're going to catch a traffic jam.”

“Okay, okay, it was just to make sure.” She gave you a mocking smile.

Everything was ready for your trip. But this time it was not just any trip. Your parents had invited you to spend a week in a ski resort. They loved to ski and so did you, so it was an offer you had a hard time refusing. Deep down you knew it was a trap to get to know Marilyn better before the wedding, but you didn't care, she was kind and nice, they would like her, or so you hoped. The fact that she was older than you was not something they particularly liked, especially your mother, but they soon accepted it. They were quite friendly, or so you think.

Marilyn took something out of her bag and you snorted in disgust.

“Oh, no, not a map again...” You said, resting your head on the dashboard.

“What's wrong? Maps are much more reliable than anything else,” she told you, opening her paper and spreading it all over the car.

“I still don't understand what you have against GPS,” you said, taking one end of the map. She laughed offended.

“I have nothing against them, but I enjoy the maps,” she answered you, starting the engine. “Besides, it's my turn to drive, and I'll do it however I want.”

“We're going to end up on a cult camp or in some town with psychopathic murderers and chainsaws,” you sighed, knowing you were unable to convince her.

“Don't be so negative, (Y/N), trust your fiancée a little more,” Marilyn said, already leaving your house.

“Yes, I trust, but did you remember to pick up the flares? We may need them,” you joked. Marilyn just shook her head.

Surely she would be nervous. She already knew your parents, but spending a week with them was a different thing. Your mother was the one who insisted the most on you to think better of things. It's not that she didn't like Marilyn, but the issue of her age made her a little uncomfortable. Nonsense in your opinion.

The beginning of the trip was quite calm. The music was playing and you entertained yourself looking at the landscape. You were calm and happy, and deep down you wanted this trip to be just the two of you. You yawned loudly, drawing the redhead's attention.

“Go to sleep if you want, (Y/N), I'm fine,” she told you softly.

“No, I'm not very sleepy… It's just that I'm bored,” you said. Marilyn laughed.

“Well, we can talk about something, if you want.”

“Okay. Hey we’re going to ski and I haven't even asked you if you know how to,” you said, realizing that little detail.

“Oh, no. I don't ski. I go for the tranquility of the mountain. If you are going to ski I will stay in the hotel enjoying the views,” she told you, shaking her head.

“Are you sure? My mother doesn't ski either. You're going to have a good time with her,” you said exaggeratedly. Marilyn's face changed.

“Well, on the other hand... It's always good to learn new things,” she said. It was obvious that this was going to be her answer.

Two hours of travel passed. Everything was going well, until you decided to look at that map.

“Hey, wait, are we past exit 45?” You asked. She glanced at you briefly and looked ahead, in case there were any signs indicating where you were.

“I think we not,” she said, narrowing her eyes.

“Do you think so? Oh, I'm going to get the phone,” you said sighing.

“No, no, no. Wait, wait, it's controlled,” she told you. “Look, I think that's it.”

“Wait, wait,” you said, getting very nervous not finding where you were exactly. Late. Marilyn turned and left the freeway at an exit that had a 45 on it.

“You see it? It was over here,” she told you, satisfied. You rolled your eyes and folded the map again.

The journey continued without interruption, until a sudden change in the road caught your attention.

“Whoa, what a crap road,” you said, looking at the disastrous asphalt. Your intuition told you something, and you could guess what. “Hey, Mari, I think we've taken the wrong way.”

“I don't think so, it was exit 45,” she told you, with that look she gave when she thought she was absolutely right. You snorted and opened the map again. With your finger you searched the paths you had already passed and sighed again, smiling victoriously.

“We’re going wrong way,” you said. “Stop ahead.”

“But…”

“Listen to me, stop.”

The redhead sighed and she pulled the car to the side of the road. The two of you got out of the vehicle and put the map on top of the hood.

“You see? We should have reached the interstate by now,” you said, pointing the correct route. Marilyn looked around and took a closer look at the map.

“Yes, but it said “exit 45”, and that's where I came out that way,” she said, defending herself. “I'm sure it won't be far to the highway.”

“Do you think so?” You said pointing to the landscape in front of you. “I don't see any highway around here.”

“I'm sure it's not far,” Marilyn said, trying to see beyond the horizon. You shook your head and searched for something to tell you where you were.

“Aha!” You yelled, startling your fiancée. “I was right, I was right...” You sang while you danced mockingly. “Look, miss I don't-use-gps. This is exit 45, 1 hour from the highway,” you said, with your finger on the map. “And this…” You said exaggeratedly. “It's the 45-H, which is the one we left. It should have seemed strange to me that the radio stopped playing. We are in the middle of nowhere,” you said victorious.

“Shit…But no…” Marilyn said, checking that what you said was true. “Oh… Damn…”

“I've won, you've lost,” you kept mocking. “We have deviated 62 miles, and with this map we will not be able to return…”

“Okay, okay, get out your damn GPS,” The redhead said, crossing her arms. You nodded profusely and took out your backpack, where the device was.

“See how easy it is? I have entered the destination and a blue stripe shows you the way,” you said mockingly. She took the navigator out of your hand and looked at it carefully.

“Not a word,” she told you, pointing her finger at you to threaten you. You had to make a great effort to hold back your laughter.

After an hour's way, you reached the highway. From there, there was no loss, only 3 hours ahead of an endless road. The radio was now playing normally, and you tried not to mess too much with your girlfriend, who had an expression of utter defeat.

“Hey, (Y/N), I'm starting to get a little tired,” Marilyn told you.

“Do you want me to drive?” You asked. She shook her head.

“Oh no, that's not what I mean. We're not halfway there yet, and it's almost time to eat. How about we stop to stretch our legs?”

You looked down and rubbed your limbs, sore from having them in the same position.

“It sounds good to me.”

You looked for a good place to stop and you went off track again. You chose a good place. It was quiet and had a magnificent landscape, at the bottom of which you could see the snow-capped mountains to which you were heading. While Marilyn pumped gasoline, you took the opportunity to go to the bathroom and buy something to eat.

A little further from the gas station, there was a pleasant park with tables and chairs, ideal for a stopover on a long journey. You went to the one with the best views and sat down, looking around.

“I don't understand why there is no one here, this is precious,” you said, opening a soda can. The redhead did not take long to appear. “Hello Miss GPS, would you like to sit down?”

Marilyn shook her head and stuck her tongue out at you mockingly.

“Wow, this place is amazing,” she sighed, sitting down across from you.

“Yes, and besides, it's all for us. Here, this is for you, without tomato, just the way you like it.”

“Thank you, (Y/N),” she told you softly. “I'm sorry about the detour, sometimes I'm very stubborn.”

You made a hand gesture to play it down.

“Don't worry, so we have something to talk about with my parents. You know, an anecdote that old Richard likes,” you said funny. “But be prepared for two hours of endless stories. He loves to tell stories.”

“Okay, I'll be ready then.”

After lunch, you took a walk around the area. It was truly a beautiful place. A little further on, there was a hill from which the mountains could be seen, reflected in the water of a distant lake.

The two of you lay down on the grass.

“It's a truly wonderful place,” Marilyn told you, playing with your hand. You breathed deeply.

“Yeah…”

“I could stay here with you forever,” she told you, with her affectionate voice. You looked at her and moved a little closer to her.

“That would be great,” you said, leaning on her shoulder. After a quiet moment of silence, you turned your head and began to kiss her neck. She moved suddenly.

“What are you doing, (Y/N)?” She asked you, laughing.

“Nothing,” you said, without stopping your kisses.

“(Y/N), we still have a trip to do and…” Her words trailed off from her mouth while your kisses were intensifying”

“What does it matter,” you said with a suggestive voice, while you climbed on top of her, with your legs on either side of her hips.

“Someone can see us…” The redhead protested. You put a hand on her chest, pushing her down slightly.

“There's no one here Mari, besides it will only be a moment,” you said, unbuttoning your pants.

“One moment? How romantic,” she said, helping you to lower your jeans. You laughed and did a quick check that no one was near you.

“I don't need more, Mari,” you hissed, kissing her passionately. The panting began soon, breaking the calm silence of that place.

“Hurry up, honey,” she told you, also lowering her underwear.

You smiled malevolently and slowly went down, kissing her dressed body. You knelt in front of her and got under her skirt, making her do what you knew would enjoy her the most, and would be quick for her, since she was in such a hurry.

“You can't deny me that you want it…” You whispered, slowly kissing her bare skin .

The gasps soon turned to moans as Marilyn sat up, resting her elbows on the floor. You savored her entire body, while you took one of your hands to your own crotch. There was really something in a hurry.

“Do you like it?” You asked, as you ran your other hand through her wet folds. She snorted.

“Don't talk, (Y/N), go on…” She hissed, her voice tremendously excited.

You shrugged and continued, stimulating yourself as well.

“Oh, my God… I'm very close, honey,” she told you, brokenly, while her body began to move involuntarily. You also moved in a disorderly way, the stimulation you gave yourself, together with seeing Marilyn squirm with pleasure was enough for you, more than enough.

Her entire body tensed, at the same time as yours, and you both emitted a scandalous moan, full of pleasure. You came out from under her skirt and kissed her again, with a victorious look.

-You liked it…” You said mockingly. She kissed you again. She was never going to admit it. You both laughed and enjoyed a few more moments curled up on the grass.

“Honey…” Marilyn whispered to you, pulling you out of a drowsy state. “We should get back on the road, it's going to get dark and the road becomes dangerous.”

You blinked, pretending you weren't falling asleep, and nodded.

The road continued quietly. The two of you gave each other knowing glances from time to time for what you had done. The sun began to set soon after, and it was time for you to drive.

“Don't worry, (Y/N), I'm not going to sleep,” the redhead told you, making herself comfortable in the passenger seat. She lied. Within half an hour she was fast asleep. You didn't care, you were rested and you had your music to entertain you.

After what seemed like an eternity, you arrived at the hotel, and on time, as it began to snow heavily upon arrival at the area.

“(Y/N), my little girl!” Your father said, getting up from an armchair when he saw you enter. You protested at the force of his embrace.

“He, hello dad... No, I can't breathe.”

At first the meeting with your fiancée was a bit tense. Your father behaved in the same way, but you couldn't help but see how your mother judged her with her eyes. You were sick of her attitude, but you didn't want to argue.

It was evident that after hearing a series of comments clearly directed at her and her age, Marilyn had no desire to stay with your mother at the hotel. She wasn't totally inexperienced at skiing, at least she had the basics.

That did not prevent the heavy falls in the snow, but always accompanied by laughter and occasional snowball fights.

The situation with your mother became more and more tense every day, until one night your patience ran out.

“Can you bring me the salt, please?” Marilyn asked your mother politely.

“Sure,” she said, bringing the salt shaker closer to her. “The salt, my girl…” She said ironically.

“Rose…” Your father said, capturing the ironic tone of his wife. Marilyn maintained her composure, but the tension suddenly rose at that table.

“Have you seen the sunrise today? It's been incredible,” your father said, trying to relax the atmosphere.

“Yes,” you said. “It looks phenomenal from our room.”

“Yes, for sure. Marilyn...” Your mother said, looking at the redhead again. Have you seen the sunrise? Or would you rather see my daughter naked?” She asked with a tone that could poison.

“Mom!” You protested.

“I was just asking…” Your mother said with a look that feigned innocence.

Marilyn was terribly embarrassed, and she would not raise her head.

“You have to try the soup, it's spectacular.” Your poor father was always there to lend a hand, even though he wasn't good at it.

“Come on, we're in confidence,” your mother said, without taking her eyes off your fiancée. “You can tell me how good it feels to be with a girl as young as (Y/N).”

Marilyn continued to look down, shaking her head slightly.

“Well... I... I think I've had enough dinner,” the redhead said, getting up from the table. You grabbed her wrist.

“Eh, don't go,” you told her, glaring at your mother.

“No, don't go,” your father said kindly. “I brought the board games briefcase, and I plan to win all of you…” He said rubbing his hands.

“I'm tired, really,” Marilyn said, apologizing.

“Taking advantage of my daughter so much must be exhausting...” Your mother said, with a pathetic smile on her face.

“Enough!” You yelled, drawing the attention of all the diners. You blushed and lowered your tone. “Mom, you've been like this all vacations and I can't take it anymore,” you said, sitting down again.

“Calm down, (Y/N), it's okay…” Marilyn told you, trying to calm you down.

“No, it's not okay, Marilyn,” you said firmly. “Look mom, as much as it hurts you, I'm not a little girl. I am 25 years old, and I know what I want, and who I want. Marilyn is my fiancée, I am going to marry her because I love her and she loves me. If you can't stand it, the best we can do is to leave.”

You got up from the table and grabbed your girlfriend by the hand.

“Rose... We've already discussed it, it's what (Y/N) has chosen, and she seems good woman to me and...” Your father said, coming to your defense as always.

“The girl has no idea what she's doing,” your mother said, crossing her arms.

“Okay, then the three of us will go,” your father said, standing next to you.

After that night, things started to calm down. The next day, your mother came looking for you to apologize. Surely your parents would have been arguing all night, but your mother seemed to have come to her senses, respecting your decisions, even if she didn't share them. The last three days were already a real vacation. Marilyn cheered up and began to feel comfortable with what would be her new family.

It was clear that the following year you would repeat.

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