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caramelarchive · 5 months

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You're Pretty. ╾ L

Not my best work by far, but I think it's cute! Just a quick little drabble (I think- I've never figured out quite what the classification system is for writing on here lmao) so I can start this blog up. Enjoy!

I have moved to my main @lawlietscaramels please follow there for new content!

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It was rather dark, the room only lit by the many screens scattered around you and more so around L.

As you clicked away at the keyboard, the sound of rustling wrappers indicated the detective was trailing his slender fingers through a bowl of sweets, judging each one so he could determine the ideal order in which to eat them. You glanced at L as he picked one up, fiddling with the wrapper. He glanced back, pressed a finger to his lips and slowly pushed the bottom one to the side.

"...Why are you looking at me like that?"

L's tone is of course as cold and monotonic as usual as his unblinking, oddly wide eyes hold yours. You just smile, watch as he places the candy on his tongue and swallows it.

"You're pretty."

A beat.

"I see."

And a much longer silence. It fills the room up, unspoken whispers piling on top of thoughts to create a cold blue weight in the atmosphere.

"...There is an 86% chance you just lied, Y/N." L's hands grip his knees a little tighter as the detective stares ahead at his computer. "I told you to stop lying. It frustrates me to no end."

"I said nothing false, L."

"Ryuzaki," he absentmindedly corrects, pointing one of those long, pale fingers at you as he reaches for another candy.

"I think you're pretty."

He turns back to you after a minute, his brow slowly creasing. He prods his thumb against his lips again. "I am well aware I do not conform to the superficial beauty standards society holds."

"So?"

"I don't think that you ought to view me as 'pretty'."

You sighed and leaned back in your chair, eyes closing as you raised a hand in a half-shrug. "I don't understand why you think I'm lying about something so simple, Ryuzaki. I don't need you to conform to society's standards. And honestly, I quite like that you don't. Please just take my word that I find you visually appealing."

"Must I?"

"Yes. You're pretty."

"I require you to at least provide a basis for your argument."

You pause and look at L for a second, then lean over to give him a little peck on the cheek. You steal one of his sweets as you retreat and grin as you throw it into your mouth.

"Bias."

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𝖎𝖋 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖙 ˏˋ⋆˖⁺˖⁀➷ 𝖕𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖊 𝖗𝖊𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖌 + 𝖋𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜

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leiluvs · 6 months

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thinking about how true form sukuna would make it impossible to leave his grip. that man has FOUR arms.

mornings with him would consist of trying to pry his arms off you as he encases you in his embrace with his other set of arms. it would just loop until you eventually give up and sink in his hold as he tightens his grip around your frame with his 4 arms sighing happily

#jjk #jjk fluff #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jjk drabble #jjk imagine #sukuna #ryomen sukuna #sukuna fluff #sukuna x you #soft!sukuna #sujuna drabble #drabble #fluff #sukuna fic #jjk fic #‧͙⁺˚ lei writes #jjk headcannon #sukuna headcannon

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notroosterbradshaw · 2 years

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father’s day

because it’s fathers day here in Aus, have some fluff!

Rooster heard the footsteps before the bed moved and knew the sleep-in he never got and you had promised was over. Groaning as the world’s most skilled two-year-old climber landed on his back with an oof, Rooster pretended to be asleep a minute more, just for fun.

“Da? Daddy, you awake?” his little’s girl’s voice asked directly into his ear in a whisper that could only be construed as yelling. Taking a deep breath, Rooster pretended to wake up, stretching his strong arms over his head and rolling over, as his little one fell off his body onto your side of the bed. She giggled, pouncing back on his chest and closing in on his face.

“Hi,” Rooster said, voice gravelly from sleep, closing his arms around her protectively. “How’s my little love this morning?”

“It’s Father’s Day,” she told him as you wandered into the bedroom with coffee.

“It’s Father’s Day?” Rooster exclaimed. “A day just for me?”

“Yeah!”

“That’s incredible, bub,” he said. “Did I get to sleep in?”

“Not quite,” you smiled, kissing his eyebrow as he reached for you with grabby hands. “Happy Father’s Day. I tried to keep her out.”

“What time is it?”

“6:45.”

“Well, still kind of a sleep-in,” he figured.

“Kind of,” you agreed. “As close as you’re ever gonna get.”

“What else, bub?” he asked her, smoothing her wild morning hair. She looked to you for guidance.

“Whatever Daddy wants for breakfast,” you reminded her. “I would hazard a guess Daddy says waffles.”

“Waffles,” she smiled wide in Rooster’s face and he kissed her nose with a chuckle.

“Waffles, my favourite,” he grinned.

“Present!” she remembered, bolting from him, kicking his square in the spot God intended to be treated kindly as Rooster bit back his curse and watched his little one leave.

“She has the most accurate kick, fuck,” he managed to get out as you tried not to laugh.

“Sorry, babe. You okay?”

“Might need a lovin’ hand to work me through it - ” he tried as the heavy footfall returned and she was up on the bed again, a present mushing him in the face. “Hey, a gift, too! I’m the luckiest guy goin’ around!”

For his first Father’s Day, he was doing pretty well, you realised. He’d missed last year away, but as long as he had you both, it would be a great day.

#domestic!rooster drabble #notroosterbradshaw #rooster fluff #bradley bradshaw fluff #rooster #rooster x reader #rooster x you #bradley bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster bradshaw #rooster imagine #top gun fanfiction #rooster fanfic #dad ley

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lawlietscaramels · 4 months

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It's 2am.

It's 2am and Misa is falling asleep on your shoulder as you're watching a sappy romance. Her head keeps jerking up as she tries to stay awake and she giggles and kisses your arm and yawns. Her hair is a mess, her makeup is smudged and she's wearing oversized, ugly, green pyjamas. And she's falling asleep right there with you.

It's 2am and Light is leading you in a deliberately clumsy ballroom dance around the room. He bumps you into the bed and walls to hear you laugh. And he catches you every time he thinks you might really stumble, because of course he's perfect. But it's more fun to mess up. It's quiet and cool and he's dancing with you.

It's 2am and L is throwing marshmallows into your mouth. It's the same as any other time of day for him but as you're snuggled into his lap in the dead of night the lights dancing in the corners of your eyes might just be fairies. And he holds you as he takes five minutes off work and tells you stories, just there, just him and you.

It's 2am.

It's 2am and it's just the two of you.

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𝖎𝖋 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖙 ˏˋ⋆˖⁺˖⁀➷ 𝖕𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖊 𝖗𝖊𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖌 + 𝖋𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜

#teehehe #this made me smile #death note #its 2am #misa amane #light yagami #l lawliet #lei writes #lei's lawliet #writing #drabble #quick read #quiet moments

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levmada · 1 year

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just wanna.... leave bright red hickies all over levi's thick thighs... the rest of him is so small but they're so thick. n those marks gleaming on his skin in places from ur tongue... and h so pretty against his pale skin. the little lone hairs dusting his inner thighs... or when .. .when they're slick with cum... the wy... the way the backs of his thighs curve into his perfect ass... squeezing and kissing his thighs makes levi all whiny. can feel the strength in them when they tense... ye ..ah..

#stroking the light trembles out of his thighs after giving him a good fuck.. no one touch me #this is all leys fault #levi ackerman smut #levi smut #levi drabble #smut drabble #levi imagine #levi ackerman drabble #levi.thirsts

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kuraniii · 2 years

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“babe, are you getting distracted?”

𖧧 ft. tetsuro kuroo x fem!reader

𖧧 a/n : i love him sm, comfort character :’) uh like i had a college au in mind but idrk? pretty short tbh just a litt drabble. <3

𖧧 warnings : pure fluff tbh. ( if i did miss anything which you think should be tagged let me know )

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in all honesty, you just wanted to sleep. you had the perfect fluffy blanket and socks which were waiting to be used, so it was only right. yet, as soon as you began settling down after your shower, you began to feel like something was missing, you couldn’t put your finger on it. especially since you’d just spent the last hour getting everything just right, so that you could relax. you sat up and looked around, everything seemed perfect. exactly how you like it, the candles were lit, the ac just right and you had snacks, so what could be wrong?

after about ten minutes of what seemed to be endless questioning, you heard a knock at your door and lazily got out of your den of pillows which you had made and hesitantly opened the door, only to find your boyfriend at the door.

“TETSURO!” you sang as you jumped into his arms, abandoning your blanket-cape on the floor.

“well hello to you too babe,” he peeked inside and was able to see the absolute heaven which you had put together, which clearly took some time and effort, “ i had a long day and figured we could chill?”

“you’re literally the only person i want to see right now.” your muffled voice could only just about be heard by the now blushing kuroo.

you eventually let go of him and you two made your way into the living room where your pint of ice cream lay unopened. it was obvious that tetsuro was eyeing it so you offered him some, “ you want some?”

“nah im okay thank you though.” knowing how much you loved that ice cream, he restrained himself.

you both began sharing how your days went, whilst you were getting through the ice cream tub.

after about ten minutes you saw your boyfriends eyes slowly drifting down to your ice cream tub. it happened about six times before you decided to comment, “ babe, are you getting distracted?”

“h-huh what no- i jus-“ he was cut off by a large scoop of ice cream entering his mouth.

“there, just shush and enjoy it.” you grabbed another spoon off the counter and you two both began eating away the ice cream, but not before your boyfriend gazed at you with a look of pure bliss. he was in heaven.

the two of you laughed and joked for at least an hour before settling down underneath your fluffy blanket. both of you focused on each other and as you studied his features, you realised,

this is what you had been missing.

#hq imagines #kuroo imagine #kuroo tetsuro fanfiction #kuroo tetsuro imagine #kuroo x reader #haikyuu #haikyu x reader #hq kuroo #kuroo tetsurou #kuroo drabble #kuroo fluff #kuroo scenarios #kuroo x y/n #🎀 lei writes

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eiseryn · 6 months

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BONUS: Vulnerability

[NOTE: This is a bonus story written for another story, Lei's Treasure Box of Memories. It is a bonus scene for a bonus already written within that story - A place where you are safe to dream". Please read that story if you haven't yet before reading this one!]

Vail parked his car right beside the curb on Krystal street in one of the inner slum residential districts. With his hand on the wheel, he cautiously glanced left and right, but seeing nothing out of the ordinary except the usual shitty slum streets, he said, “Doc, we’re here.”

There was no reply.

“Doc?” He questioned, but a quick glance to his right confirmed what he already suspected. The aforementioned woman seemed to be deep asleep, her head hanging heavily against her seatbelt and her eyes closed. Her face was flushed slightly pink with the sleepy drunkenness she had displayed in the bar. She had probably fallen back asleep right after she mumbled her address to him at the start of the drive.

With an almost inaudible sigh, he got out of the driver’s seat, walked over to the other side of the car, and opened the door.

“You have to wake up now.”

Her eyebrows furrowed a little at his voice but she did not open her eyes, so he gently shook her forearms. It would have been more effective to shake her shoulders, but they were bare.

She made a soft noise of protest when he did, but moments later, she opened her eyes and yawned. “Is it already morning?” When she asked, her words were slightly slurred but at least they were comprehensible.

“You shouldn’t drink so much.” He said to her, softly.

The alcohol was clearly affecting her brain because she gave him a blank stare for what felt like a long time before she finally smiled at him. “I only drink like this around people I trust~”

He shook his head. “I’m being serious, it’s not safe.”

“But I’m safe when you’re here~” She giggled in an airy, silly manner, which was unlike her usual serious demeanor she wore like her medical-grade masks.

As she got out of the car, she seemed to sway unsteadily, veering first to the left and then to the right. Stepping onto the sidewalk, she tripped over her heels, but he was there to stabilize her.

“Oops.” She giggled and grabbed onto one of his arms with both of her hands. Her grip was loose, so he had the opportunity to pull away, but he didn’t. “I’m so clumsy~” Her voice also had a cadence that usually wasn’t there.

He could only sigh in response. “Again, don’t drink that much, Doc.”

This time, she didn’t respond. As they walked to the apartment building, she pressed herself against his arm and he stiffened in response. But when he glanced at her, she was not looking at him. Her gaze was darting among the nearby pedestrians who were minding their own business and not even remotely paying attention to them. That's how it was always like in the slums: No one cared. Then, to his surprise, when they were alone on the stairs, she leaned in even closer to whisper, “Call me Lei when we’re alone~ ”

She was close that he could smell the faint scent of her floral perfume. It was a subtle, soothing smell, maybe lavender mixed with something else? The scent lingered even when she pulled away.

Since the walk was short, they were already at her door. This meant that he wouldn't have to reply or acknowledge her words. He wasn’t even sure what to say.

“Well, good night.” He said, and turned to leave.

But before he could, a hand swiftly reached out to grab at his rain jacket’s sleeve. Immediately, he stopped in place and then turned around to look at the person who the hand was attached to. She was looking at the floor, eyes downcast and hand tightly clutching onto the corner of his sleeve.

“You’re always leaving… can’t you stay?” Her voice was already usually soft and in a low tone, but these words she said were barely audible above the constant hum of the city.

Then, she raised her head and stared right into his eyes. Time seemed to slow as her words hung heavily like suspensions in the air between them. Her enchanting green eyes blinked at him slowly and he fought the urge to immediately look away.

His throat was suddenly dry, but he swallowed before he answered. “You’re drunk.” Then in a softer tone, he said, “ask me again when you’re not drunk.”

She was drunk enough that she probably wouldn’t remember any of this in the morning.

She looked down again, but nodded at the floor and then retracted her arm. “Good night, Vail.” He heard her mumble before the door slowly eased shut and the electronic lock set in place.

He walked down the single flight of stairs and back to his car.

“Fuck.” He took a moment to rest his head and hands on the steering wheel. He had high tolerance for alcohol and hadn’t had much to drink, so he shouldn’t have been even close to being drunk. But now, he felt slightly warm. After shrugging off his jacket and placing it in the passenger seat where a certain someone had sat before, he drove himself home, his car racing into the neon-polluted city night.

AUTHOR'S NOTES

This is set when they met up for drinks 3 weeks ago prior to the start of the campaign. This is also the last time they saw each other before the campaign started.

I love how embarrassing Lei is when she's drunk LOL she's so unhinged with how clingy and affectionate she is, and also just how she forgets about it often is really funny. Talking about forgetting, she probably doesn't remember Vail taking her home and assumed she took a taxi or something.

Why did she drink so much? This is probably at a point she's really frustrated with the experimental drug job Prism put her on and scapegoated her for. She probably had a bad day and was drinking too much, although again it's TRUE she does not watch herself as much when she's with people she trusts aka her friends.

According to the DM this is a canon event 💅 (I had to ask about this in embarrassment so work with me here)

It was really hard to write in Vail's perspective so it's also slightly objective because at the time I wrote this in like August he had only appeared twice LMAO and one of them was a phone call.

Although I used a lot of headcanons I think this honestly fits his personality/ what we know of him pretty well XD

Vail drinks his respect women juice (and he also apparently has no experience XD) and won't take advantage of Lei who's drunk off her rails! He did end up accepting her offer (?) when she wasn't drunk though soooo 😳😳😳

The other headcanons I have of him that became true (turned out to be canon?) was his high alcohol tolerance (hot 👀) and his sweet tooth (cutie!)

The title of the piece is "vulnerability" which indicates weakness. This is a weakness/vulnerability that Lei is showing to Vail cuz she doesn't watch herself and drinks too much (bad idea girl) but she let loose with him because she trusts him as her friend. But is it just her showing the weakness? I feel like perhaps, just a little, Vail might be a liiiitle weak to Lei herself.

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lunar-wandering · 1 year

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oh btw!! today is also the birthday of two of my ocs!! Lei Mu and Li Miao!!!!

#LMK OC #Lei Mu #Li Miao #im planning to hopefully post a drabble with them later

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mkayswritings · 1 year

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The next prompt for drabble list #2 has been posted! I hope you enjoy reading Be Loved In House fans!

#mkayswritings #drabble list 2 #be loved in house #be loved in house: i do #shi lei #jin yu zhen #be loved in house fanfic #be loved in house fanfiction #be loved in house: i do fanfic #be loved in house: i do fanfiction #zombie au #zombie apocalypse #shi lei x jin yu zhen

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opultea · 1 year

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"Even though you might end up regretting enabling his little habit" I would love to enable this so allow me to propose a concept if you will: infodumping being a mutual love language. A

Like kaveh walks in on a date night by accident and the reader's explaining the nuances of wine making in mondstat and Alhaitham is sitting on the couch drinking said wine and also taking notes. Reader and Alhaitham try to see who can find a more niche topic for their lectures discussions to borderline comical degrees but even if it isn't initially interesting to either party they love listening to their person explain it. Just showing you love someone by both listening and being listened to as they each discuss some niche topic that they hold interest in >>>>>>

Love this, honestly being with Alhaitham would be like being on a national debate team but in the best way possible. So here's a little drabble because this is so cute and so funny (and also my first ask so thank you!!)

You and Alhaitham to each other:

Alhaitham with a partner that mutually infodumps

Alhaitham x GN Reader (No pronouns) - Fluff/Crack - SFW Based on this headcanon

Usually when you and Alhaitham plan date nights, you like to tell Kaveh in advance, just so he knows you'll be taking up the living space for a while. Kaveh is more than happy to leave for a night on the town whenever this occurs, since walking in on whatever you weirdos get up to would be his waking nightmare.

However, it seems that tonight you had forgotten to inform your boyfriend's roommate about the night's events, being too caught up in some last-minute work to remember to notify him. Alhaitham certainly isn't going to bother telling Kaveh, if he walks in on something he doesn't want to see, then it's his problem.

So here we have the poor, unsuspecting Kaveh, groggily unlocking the door to your shared house after a long day of fighting for funding for his projects. Kaveh thinks of the glass of wine he'll be pouring for himself once he gets inside, the plush couch he'll be lounging on, and the quiet of the end of a long day. But his dreams and his expectations are shattered when he passes through the doorway to the living room.

Before him, you stand at the large portable whiteboard with a pile of scattered papers around you, covering every surface in white sheets scribbled with ink. Alhaitham is sitting on the couch in front, his own set of papers spread across the cushions and a notebook in his hand. Neither of you seemed to notice the confused architect in the doorway as you continue on your tangent.

"So you see, because of the average density, shape, and weight distribution of a squirrel, it has such a low terminal velocity that it could not possibly be harmed by falling from any distance," You scribble your conclusion across the full, messy whiteboard as you speak. Alhaitham hums in acknowledgement before standing from the couch, taking one of the two wine glasses on the table and bringing it to your lips for you to drink as you write. "Thank you dear,"

"What in the name of the Dendro Archon are you two doing?" You turn, finally noticing Kaveh at the entrance of the room. You smile and wave slightly, though Alhaitham is not as happy with the arrival.

"We happen to be on a date, so if you wouldn't mind, I think this is your cue to leave."

Kaveh's jaw drops as he takes the scene in further. "A date? This is what you lunatics call a date?!"

"Well, this is what we usually do," You reason, confused about the indignation in Kaveh's voice. "So far tonight I've gone through corvid thanatology, the effect of ley lines on geographical isolation, and the terminal velocity of squirrels."

"I have touched on the theories of atmospheric pressure differences in Enkanomiya, and the nuances within viticultural methods in differing regions," Alhaitham follows. "Now would you mind? You're disrupting our question time."

"Question time? What is this, an official debate? And geographical isolation, atmospheric differences, squirrel physics? What in Teyvat do you need to know about that for? Unless you're planning on taking up yet another course of study," Kaveh gestures wildly to the messy lounge. "Look what you've done to the place!"

"Well we enjoy teaching each other new things, even if the topics are a bit niche," You explain.

"Especially if the topics are niche," Alhaitham says, taking you in his arms. "Perhaps if you weren't so unfocused, you could appreciate the intellectual stimulation we provide each other,"

Kaveh tried not to gag as the two of you face each other in a loving embrace, Alhaitham caressing your cheek with his palm as he compliments your evidence. You smile and press a kiss to the inside of his palm, returning his compliments with your own.

"Of course you of all people don't know how to plan a date Alhaitham," Kaveh taunts.

"I'm sorry, but I believe I am the one with the significant other. So your reasoning is entirely null,"

"Why you-"

"Enough, both of you," You cut in. "I'm sorry I forgot to tell you we were having a date tonight Kaveh, but do you think we could have a little more time to ourselves?"

"You don't have to bargain with him," Alhaitham says, now electing to ignore the architect entirely. "Let's just kick him out. He can deal with the consequences of his interruption,"

"Ugh, there's no need. I don't want to have to see this any longer. Have fun with your so-called date,"

Kaveh sighed as he closed the door, hearing the two of you continue your series of lectures inside. He supposed he would have to get that glass of wine at the tavern instead.

#genshin x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact x you #alhaitham x reader #alhaitham #kaveh #fluff #crack #drabble #romantic #al haitham #gender neutral reader #gn reader #no pronouns #sfw

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wandamaximoffsbadgirl · 29 days

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I had a NSFW thought about Cupcake and Natasha from The Widow's Shadow~

MDNI, 18+

Natasha and Cupcake, after being together for a few years, have found their rhythm with what they like in the bedroom. Natasha usually tops, but one day, Cupcake asks if they could try something, and after Natasha agrees, it was something that the two end up doing often,

"On your knees, shlyukha." Your voice laced with lust and dripping like honey as you watched the older Russian assassin do as told. You knew she'd play the part countless times before she met you. It was a part of her job, but before you, none of it was real. You were also certain of one thing; no one could please Natasha Romanoff like you could.

The tattoos on your body ebbed and flew as they crawled over your skin and came to life off your skin like tendrils. They made their way around the red head's neck, tightening just enough. You knew by now the pressure she wanted as another of your tendrils finds her mouth. Drool pooling before slowly falling as the tendril moved slowly in her mouth.

"That's a good girl. Taking me so well.* her eyes looked up at you blown and dark compared to the bright green you were used to. Another set of tendrils came off your thighs to rub between her legs. The black mist be coming more prominent around the two of you the more the tattoos came off your body.

"Mmmm peash..." Her voice was muffled as she moaned out her hips rocking against the tendril between her legs. A smirk on your face knowing you were the only one who could make The Black Widow beg as you let it slip inside. Her hips rocking as she moaned out.

"Go on, shlyukha, cum on my tendril." You knew you had her trapped no one else could make her feel the way you did.

#ley writes #the widow's shadow #TWS #ley drabbles #natalie rushman #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff smut #natasha romanov #natasha romanoff #natasha x reader #natasha romanoff x fem!reader #natasha romanoff x you

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mehoymalloy · 3 months

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An Imogen/Otohan "drabble" (it's actually almost 2k)

Entitled:

"Imogen and Otohan Do the Silly Spider-Man Kiss But the Author Takes It Way Too Seriously"

(all because @inomakani gave me a silly prompt and I just kept working on it whenever my brain was too tired to focus on other WIPs. I'm posting this only on tumblr because I refuse for for my tenth published Imogen/Otohan work to be this bullshit lol)

EDIT: I forgot to mention that this is set in my Let Me/Won't You AU (which, If you keep up with this rarepair at all, you likely already know; if this is your first glimpse of the ship, allow me to apologize in advance).

"So you're the reason I woke up with a racing heart," Imogen mutters.

She gingerly leans back against a short tree, mindful of rough bark scraping her skin through the fabric of her sleep shirt. Tired eyes sweep across her surroundings, squinting to try and discern more shapes in the darkness.

A small camp has been set up in a copse of small trees and scraggly shrubbery. The remains of a fire smolder nearby, set in a shallow scrape dug into the dirt and cleared of any surrounding foliage that could catch fire.

The glowing ashes provide far less light than Ruidus: the ruddy moon sits ominously in the sky, close enough to give the distinct impression of lurking over one's shoulder rather than perched on the distant horizon. Gently undulating ley lines sprawl across the sky, converging at the bright beam of energy that leashes the moon to Exandria. Judging the distance, they can't be too far from the Key. Imogen glances down, gently dragging a sock-clad toe against the Hellcatch Valley's signature dry and craggy earth. Crimson moonglow filters through the sparse foliage, dappling the dusty ground like blood splatter on skin.

Imogen raises her gaze to the only other person present: Otohan is not far from the fire and a deserted bedroll, half stripped of their armor as if they had considered getting at least a little comfortable before abandoning the notion entirely. Their cloak and extraneous bits of armor have been removed, leaving Otohan in hide leggings and a fitted, padded tank, clearly meant to protect vital organs from injury. They look like they had every intention of getting some rest, but they are the furthest thing from settled. Instead, they're doing honest-to-gods push-ups in the early morning hours.

Otohan barely spares Imogen a glance as they push themselves back up from their near-prone position, palms protected from shale and grit by their customary fingerless gloves.

"And you're the reason I couldn't sleep to begin with," they huff. "Anxiety plagues you even in sleep, you know."

Imogen can't help but snort slightly at that. "I'm well aware—nice to know someone else suffers with me, though," she mutters.

Otohan gives no response as they push themselves to stand, adjusting their stance and sinking into a squat.

Imogen shoves herself off the tree, strolling to the campfire and prodding the embers with a nearby stick. Otohan's gaze is heavy on her as Imogen turns and plops down onto Otohan's bedroll. She reaches for a crumpled sheet at the foot of the bedroll, likely kicked aside at some point.

"What're you doing out in the middle of the desert anyway?" Imogen shakes the blanket out, watching as a cloud of dust falls from the rough-cut hemline. "Last I heard, you were the moon's guard dog or somethin'," she says snidely, folding the cloth in half and over itself again neatly simply to do something with her hands. When she glances back to Otohan, they have not paused their routine, though they hold Imogen's gaze with a level stare.

"Is there a specific reason you're still gracing me with your company?" Otohan asks, ignoring Imogen's jab.

Imogen sets the sheet aside, considering why she did choose to sit down rather than simply leave. Otohan stands fully, shaking their legs out one at a time before lifting their arms over their head. They bend one elbow to clasp the opposite, leaning into the arc their arm creates to give their side a long stretch. Then, they swap arms and do the same with the opposite side.

Imogen admittedly watches, trailing her gaze from Otohan's fingertips down their arms, tracing over flexing biceps to broad shoulders.

It's strange to see a glimpse of Otohan's routine—to know that the person who ruthlessly killed Orym coincidentally has a similar habit of doing push-ups when they can't sleep.

"I guess it's sort of, I don't know, novel to see you just existing," she mutters, a subtle frown twisting her features.

Otohan audibly snorts. "Did you think I spend all my time standing around ominously?"

Imogen rolls her eyes as Otohan turns away, striding toward the largest tree (which really isn't saying much) in this patch of scraggly foliage. They swing their arms in a few wide but controlled arcs, then abruptly leap upward.

It's interesting—during that awful day in Bassuras, Imogen had assumed Otohan darted around the street using some modified form of flight, or maybe even with the contraption on their back. But without the heat of battle to distract, Imogen can plainly feel the source of Otohan's enhanced ability.

Imogen's own powers always come with a strange sort of lightness—a skin-tingling sensation that accompanies every arc of lightning and telekinetic shove. It's a feeling that races through her bloodstream and sparks on the back of her tongue, raising the hairs on her arms as all that power seemingly strains to escape her.

But with Otohan, their power has a palpable weight. In the second before Otohan jumps, when both their feet are planted on the ground, Imogen leans forward ever so slightly against her will, pulled in by a subtle sense of gravity that seems to originate from Otohan themself. When they launch themself upward, all that gathered force expands, sweeping over Imogen like shockwaves, burrowing into her bones and reverberating through her form. Otohan isn't weaving a spell with the mysterious magic assumedly shared by all Exaltants; they're shaping their will into a concentrated force and physically exerting it.

It's subtle, but in the late night quiet, every little nuance and fleeting sensation strikes like bells in Imogen's skull before ringing throughout her frame, leaving her strangely dizzy from the feeling of powers so different from her own, shared through the strange connection between them.

All so Otohan can cover an unnatural height in one leap and grab hold of one of the tree's thicker branches. They adjust their grip, and then they start doing pull-ups.

As Imogen shakes off the subtle, lingering sensation of Otohan's magic, flexing her fingers and swallowing as if to expel or smother it. She admittedly studies Otohan. She trails her eyes over markings her fingertips had already been acquainted with, matching the memory of how they had felt beneath her hands with the sight before her now. Twisting crimson scars splay out from beneath the straps of Otohan's shirt, spreading across their shoulders and climbing up the nape of their neck, shifting and writhing as the muscles beneath contract. Shrouded in darkness and dappled with moonlight, the markings glint like raw wounds against Otohan's dark skin.

"Now you're just showing off," Imogen drawls.

Otohan actually huffs a laugh at that. "This isn't showing off," they toss over their shoulder.

They hang there and adjust their grip until their hands are spread further than the width of their shoulders, and then they lift their legs, curling their knees up to their chest. Arms flexing, they slowly lean backward, rotating like a wheel and bringing their knees up through their arms. Extending their legs, they securely hook their knees over the branch and let go, keeping their elbows tucked close to their sides as they steadily lower themselves until they fully hang upside down.

"This is showing off," they say pointedly, tone flat even as the faintest smirk curls at the corner of their lips. They then do a literal sit-up, engaging their core and keeping their back as straight as they can as they slowly curl upward until their chin nearly touches their knees.

Imogen snorts aloud. "You're ridiculous," she says, vaguely bewildered by just how true the statement is as Otohan lowers themself and arches an eyebrow at her. Silver curls hang freely, exposing more of those crimson markings along the sides of Otohan's neck that would otherwise be concealed beneath their cloak and armor.

Otohan only shoots Imogen a subtle, shockingly playful smirk as they do another sit-up, then another. Imogen watches with furrowed brows, repressing a rebellious grin. Otohan's shirt shifts and falls little by little with each crunch, soon exposing their belly button, which protrudes ever so slightly.

"Oh my god, you have an outie," Imogen exclaims before she can stop herself.

Otohan pauses (still upside down), staring at Imogen in confusion as they stretch their arms and arch their back. "Yes?"

"Weird," Imogen murmurs—not that Otohan's belly button is weird, more so that knowing about it is oddly unnerving. It's yet more proof that Otohan is a person as much as they are a monster. "You can stop showing off now."

Otohan's bemused expression morphs into a smirk as they pointedly do another sit-up.

When they do yet another, Imogen exerts her own power, holding Otohan in place.

Otohan's eyebrows raise in surprise, but their smirk takes on a challenging tilt—that feral edge Imogen finds preferable simply because it's predictable.

As Otohan tries to push through, Imogen clenches her jaw and twists her fingers in the worn fabric of Otohan's bedroll, leaning forward slightly as she focuses on keeping Otohan held fast.

Slowly but surely, Otohan steadily curls upward. Abdominal muscles strain to fight the added pressure, and Otohan grits their teeth and breathes sharply through their nose with the effort. When it becomes apparent that Otohan will eventually break through, Imogen abruptly releases her hold over them.

Otohan grunts as they snap upward, nearly knocking their chin against their knees and losing their balance enough that they have to grip the branch with one hand to catch themself.

Imogen barks a surprised laugh and shoves herself upright, only to bend over when she can't quite stop laughing, stifled chuckles escaping between each lungful of air.

That invisible force, that strange sense of gravity, suddenly reasserts itself, clamping down around Imogen's navel and nearly yanking her feet out from under her as Otohan drags her across the short distance between them. The only reason she doesn't trip is that Otohan hastily catches her, hands momentarily unsure where to land from their odd angle but assuredly gripping her biceps once they do find purchase.

"You think you're so funny," Otohan huffs, and Imogen grins despite herself as she meets their weak glare, noting the way their eyes crinkle from a barely repressed smile.

"Says the one who's smiling," Imogen points out. She reaches out to tug one of those dangling curls before she can think better of it, and then she immediately wants to slap herself for doing something so stupidly silly.

"Now who's ridiculous," Otohan mutters. Yet they loosen their grip on Imogen's arms, fingers skimming up to weave through the ends of her hair. They don't tug, though they might just consider it, Imogen thinks, as Otohan's gaze darts all over her face, lingering on her lips.

Again, Imogen acts before she thinks. She leans in and gives Otohan a quick peck on the lips.

Otohan's vaguely amused expression falls into absolute bewilderment. Imogen's playfulness dies at the expression as reality rushes back in: yes, they are both ridiculous, but that fleeting, practically innocent kiss is downright preposterous.

Imogen flushes in embarrassment and starts to pull away, only for Otohan to slip their hands up and around to the back of her neck, tangling their fingers in her hair and tugging her back. Lips meet clumsily, slotting together rather awkwardly from the unfamiliar angle. Noses bump against chins as the two of them expel twin huffs of surprise—Imogen at Otohan and Otohan at their own actions, apparently.

Imogen automatically reaches up, fingers finding purchase in silver curls, thumbs swiping across the sharp hollows of Otohan's cheeks. It only takes a moment of adjustment before awkwardness morphs to assurance, before hands grip tight and lips move with purpose. It's ridiculous, and Imogen doesn't allow herself to linger on that fact as she kisses Otohan back.

#imogen temult #otohan thull #critical role #cr3 #imogen x otohan #imogen temult x otohan thull #fanfiction #mehoymalloy

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50-states-50-pynch-fics · 10 months

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Do you write fic for The Raven Cycle and The Dreamer Trilogy (or do you want to)? Does the epilogue of Greywaren leave you yearning for more about what Ronan Lynch and Adam Parrish do in their post-canon life together?

Then this is just the thing for you!

50 States, 50* Pynch Fics is a fandom event seeking exactly what it sounds like: fifty-one Pynch fics, one set in every state and Washington, DC, following these two assholes around as they go about the United States together, fixing ley lines and doing other magical nonsense in their post-canon lives.

Have you ever wanted to write Pynch running into Bigfoot in the Pacific Northwest? How about having a grand old time in Palm Springs?

If you answered yes to the above, or if you have other ideas about Pynch interacting with cryptids, this is the place for you!

FAQ

What fresh hell is this?

This is an attempt at a fandom event. In Greywaren's epilogue, we learn Ronan is wandering around working on ley lines and Adam works for "an organization with a dot gov email," and that they often work together across the United States. I thought it'd be fun to follow them on that post-canon journey and write a fic set in each of the 50 states (plus DC).

Is there a deadline?

Nope! I want this to be as low-key and low-stress as possible for everyone involved and there's no hard deadline for posting fics. Life happens. Stuff gets in the way of writing. All I ask is that if you claim a state, you make your best effort to post the fic for it, and if it ends up you're not in a place to write it, just contact me.

Is there a word count requirement?

Again, nope! Write a microfic, write a drabble, write 100k. Write however much or as little as you want.

What can I write?

Literally anything. Fluff, smut, hurt/comfort, whatever you feel like. Go crazy. And if you feel like an AU, I'm not gonna stop you. You don't even need to know anything about a state. Pop them in a hotel room and say it's in Montana for all I care. What if you can't contain yourself and want to write fics for the entire West coast? Go ahead and write fics for Washington, Oregon, and California. I won't stop you. And if one fic for Maine doesn't satisfy you, write more! Multiple fics per state are welcome.

How do I sign up?

There's a prompt challenge here on AO3 with all 50 states and Washington, DC. If you want to write a fic for a state, hit the "Claim" button for that state. Please note, I have never created a prompt challenge before and I'm still trying to figure out how this thing works. If you run into issues, just contact me. We'll figure this thing out together!

Ultimately, I just want everyone to have fun. That's what fandom is all about. So let's write and read some great fics!

- @kelliealtogether, who doesn't know what the hell she's getting herself into so please be patient 🥰

*Though Ronan would be pleased if I went "Fuck Washington" too, we can't leave out DC. 😌

#pynch #the raven cycle #adam parrish #ronan lynch

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kooshours · 8 months

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lei's masterlist.

started: 9/9/2023

last updated: 9/14/2023

total works: 2

info: most of my works will be about jeon jungkook, though i may occasionally drabble in other people. works can range from smut, angst, to fluff with various themes. (always included in the warnings)

requests/asks: open!

SERIES jeon's garage - motorcycle mechanic!Jungkook x reader SYNOPSIS: in which you want to rebel against your brother and decide to own a motorcycle of your own, leading you to end up falling in love with one of the people he worked so hard to hide you from, and he shows you everything you've missed out on life. status: ongoing. fluff, smut, angst.

ONE-SHOTS/DRABBLES knee pads - jeon jungkook x reader SYNOPSIS: in which you couldn't resist your boyfriend's delicious thighs in those knee pads of his... and he realized just how much you loved them. 1.9k words. smut.

warning: do not copy, translate, or post any of my works on other social media platforms!!

#jungkook smut #jungkook drabble #jungkook fanfic #jungkook imagine #jungkook x you #bts imagine #bts smut #bts fanfic #jeon jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook smut #jeongguk imagine #jeongguk smut

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lawlietscaramels · 4 months

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Watch Over Me ╾ Light ft L

Inspired by @dominote 's LawLight art with L as a ghost. AA I hope you don't mind the tag :)

Spoilers, though I kind of assume everyone knows what happens. ep 25 I think.

Formatted for reading on mobile.

　★━━─・‥…━━━☆

Are you still there, L?

Light finds himself asking this question near constantly. When a door creaks; when it's a little cold; when the wind howls, broken, outside his window, condemning his empty soul inside.

He never used to be superstitious.

But now, as he stirs his coffee with a silver spoon, he wishes L would answer.

He wishes something would happen.

He wishes L was still there.

Make another move.

Light didn't expect to be so bored without L around. More than that, empty. Hollow. Sure, he still has his duty to fulfil, but without an archnemesis it is just that: a duty. Not a challenge. Not a goal or aspiration.

　Duty.

So as he stirs his coffee and Aizawa and his father talk about their families, Light lets himself look for a sign. For a ghost. For a man whose fingers wrap around the bottom of his shirt and whose toes curl into the floor.

Light holds his breath.

The world holds its breath.

Are you watching? Are you listening?

　Shhh. 　Quiet. Listen.

And then Light exhales, because there is nobody and nothing there.

Nobody and nothing.

It's cold and it's blue and it's hollow and there's nobody and nothing worth fighting for or against any more. He has won. He has lost everything.

Is it really over, if it's only over when you're not here to see it?

Light lifts his spoon and stares at his own eye. Wishing he could change the angle and a grey one would be staring back.

He drops the spoon with a cold blue clatter.

He hated L. He really did.

　No. No, it's not.

But Light wants him back, wants L to be the one adding ungodly amounts of sugar to his coffee.

Light is God.

　　　　　　　　　　　Light is God?

　　What God needs an L?

His heart was made of GoLd.

But now it's cold and it's blue and it's dark and damp and hollow. What God needs a friend? But all Gods need a Satan.

You can't climb a mountain without a mountain.

　　　　　　　It's cold and it's blue.

　And Light's lonely.

Are you still there, L?

The silence is blue. Light's head is spinning out, trapped in red threads, connected to something that is no longer there.

The screens cast blue shadows and lights.

Shadows that flicker and shadows that curl into the floor.

　　　　　　Are you?

Light turns his back to the cold midnight outside and watches the blue silence in the shadows.

His fingers wrap around the bottom of his mug and his eyebrows furrow.

He stares at the reflection of his own brown eye in the brown coffee. He wishes he could change the angle and see a grey one staring back.

But there's nothing but a cold blue sigh of air.

　Please do something for me.

It hurts to ask something like this. Hurts to admit he wants to ask. Hurts more to admit he wishes, he believes that there is someone there to answer.

　Watch over me.

Light organises the files in the Task Force drawers.

　As I take an empty victory from your cold grave.

He takes his coffee

and pours the remnants down the sink

brown

　　splashes over　　and

　dirties the grey

As I rule a world without you in it.

The stairs with a pattern of

　 walks up

　　　　　　 the stairs

　cold blue

　　　Please, watch over me tonight.

As I fall apart and as I rise.

Light tucks himself into a bed covered with

　red thread

　and cries himself to a cold, blue, empty sleep.

　★━━─・‥…━━━☆

𝖎𝖋 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖙 ˏˋ⋆˖⁺˖⁀➷ 𝖕𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖊 𝖗𝖊𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖌 + 𝖋𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜

maybe someday I'll write how L would act if he was alive at the end of the Kira case and Light wasn't. maybe I'll make this into a series or fic or something...

#i like LawLight in a 'our souls are connected and there's nothing we can fucking do about it' way #not really a '(i hate that) i love you' way #death note #l lawliet #light yagami #angst #lawlight #lei writes #writing #writers on tumblr #drabble #quick read #short #sad #dn #l death note #red thread of fate

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