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obxologies · 1 year

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𝘓𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘏𝘢𝘻𝘦  𝘋𝘳𝘦𝘸 𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘺

warnings: making out in public

requested?: no

author's note: first fic of the midnights series! look out for voting for maroon later tonight!

y/n stood in front of Drew with her arms wrapped around his torso, her head resting on his chest as he swayed them back and forth to the music the band was playing on stage.

The band slowed to a stop and the festival grew quiet for a moment with the exception of a few excited fans at the front.

y/n cringed when she began to hear the voices of people around them, the couples names slipping past their lips as they snapped photos and videos. She sighed praying the music would just start again so she wouldn't have to hear their failed whispers anymore.

Drew brought his hand up to gently hold the back of her head. He leaned down placing a kiss to her hairline, silently telling her it was okay.

She closed her eyes as the band started the next song. The voices behind them faded into the music. She hugged onto Drew tighter and he did the same.

Everything around the two of them almost seemed to start to disappear. In that moment, they were the only two in that field that mattered. They each stood wrapped in the arms of the one they loved the most, the music blocked out anything bad that could ruin their lavender haze.

y/n slowly traced little hearts on Drew's back. The action making him smile down at her. He admired the peaceful look on her face that she deserved so much. It warmed his heart finally seeing her not care about the people around them and what they would say.

"You look so beautiful, baby." Drew said in her ear. "So calm and relaxed."

"It's cause I'm with you." y/n said almost so softly that if he hadn't been leaving down he wouldn't have heard her.

Drew gently cupped her cheek guiding her face to his. He placed a kiss on each of her cheeks then her forehead. He paused looking down at her lips. He looked back to her eyes silently asking for permission. y/n nodded before pulling him into her and connecting his lips to hers. Her hands locked around his neck and his slide down to hips.

y/n felt a small feeling of worry in her stomach suddenly remembering the people surrounding them, but she pushed it out of her head the second Drew's hand slipped into her back pocket and his tongued shoved its way into her mouth devouring her in a kiss. y/n's head grew fuzzy and she felt a little dizzy making her hold on tighter to Drew.

They slowly pulled away resting their foreheads together. Their bodies stayed pressed against each other as close as possible. y/n pulled back and turned her head slightly to scan around them, but Drew grabbed her face softly and turned her head back towards him he lightly shook his head before kissing her forehead.

"Stay with me, baby." Drew said. "Just you and me."

#outer banks #obxologies #obx #x reader #outer banks x reader #imagines #drew starkey #drew starkey one shot #drew starkey x reader #drew starkey x female reader #midnights series

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dreamstone28737 · 2 months

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🩷 Happy Valentine’s Week! 🩷

Kate and Anthony are back in the Midnights AU to celebrate. This also goes along with Day 1 of Kate Week: Karma (coincidentally also a Taylor Swift Midnights song).

“Karma is My Boyfriend”

It’s Valentine’s Day, and Kate wants to do something special for Anthony. After all, who deserves a romantic surprise more than he does? Too bad Ant is also working on a romantic surprise for her. Signals get crossed, shenanigans ensue, but above all, it’s two idiots in love.

Check out chapter 1 here! 💘💐

(Thanks so much to @mimix007 for this stunning moodboard! You are amazing!)

#bridgerton fic #ao3 #my writing #midnights series #kateweek24 #kateweek #karma is my boyfriend #karma

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theman · 2 years

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meet me at midnight

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buckybarnesandmarvel · 1 year

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𝐒𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡

pairings: steve rogers x reader

warnings: fluff!!!

summary: steve asks you to describe your relationship, but he wasn't prepared for the answer

a/n: this idea came to me yesterday. i wanted to keep this one short and sweet, but, don't worry, the others will be longer!

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"Hey, baby?"

You hummed in acknowledgement as Steve spoke up.

"How would you describe us? Our relationship?"

"Why?"

Steve just shrugged as you thought about it. You've thought about your relationship before, obviously. The first word that came to mind was surreal. Not only were you dating Captain America, but Steve Rogers. The man who helped you move into the apartment next door, after you broke up with your ex, the man who held you had a bad day and now the man who loved you with his whole being.

"Like snow on the beach."

Steve's brows knotted in confusion, prompting you to continue.

"It's weird but fucking beautiful. Like flying in a dream, stars by the pocketful. You wanting me tonight feels impossible. Like this scene feels like what I once saw on a screen."

You saw tears well up in Steve's eyes as he held you closer to him.

“When I’m with you, my smile is like I won a contest, and to hide that would be so dishonest. And it's fine to fake it 'til you make it. And honestly, I think I've made it. Like, what more could I ask for?"

You turned and looked into Steve's eyes, a million emotions in those baby blues. You leaned in, brushing your lips, before parting. Steve brought his hand up, cupping your face. Kisses were pressed on your cheeks, forehead, nose, jaw, neck, shoulders, a small, breathy, "I love you" in between every one.

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1 down! a million more to go 😂

hope you enjoyed! I loved writing this!

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seek--rest · 8 months

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I’ve been out of town for over a week and barely know what day or time it is from all the time changes, but just curious if the new part of Midnights is starting soon?

I have to tell you I sent this to @weezly14 joking “ah, another for our collection”

But it’s nice for someone to ask with their whole chest so we’ll say the truth: we don’t plan on posting part 5 till it’s finished, and it’s not. October is what we’re aiming for but you know, life.

Hope you had a safe trip!

#seek speaks #petermj #spideychelle #petermjane #midnights series

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isjasz · 4 months

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To chase away any bad luck

Happy new year🎇

#dddaily4sherin #day 187!#i posted the wip on twt before midnight in my timezone but forgot to post here BHAHSHA #grian #scott smajor #pearlescentmoon #inthelittlewood #goodtimeswithscar #life series #trafficblr #traffic smp #they in the void. I've always wanted to do this #dont mind the absolutely broken perspective look i had limited time HSFJAHD HEAD IN HANDS #happy new year!! :D #my art

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raininyourbedroom · 5 months

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Eras Tour Costumes: Oscar de la Renta Midnights bodysuit

#taylor swift #tswiftedit #taylorswift #tscreators #tswiftedits #tsedits #tsedit #tseditors #eras tour #the eras tour #midnights #oscar de la renta #eras tour costume series #eras tour costumes #my edits #my edit

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zanephillips · 9 months

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FRANÇOIS ARNAUD Midnight, Texas S01E01 "Pilot"

#françois arnaud #francois arnaud #midnight texas #midnightexasedit #tvedit #serie #actor #men #menedit #gifs #mine #*#manfred bernardo

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azsazz · 6 months

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Midnight Muse

Azriel x Reader [Art School AU]

Summary: You and your best friend Feyre have just moved into a new apartment for your sophomore year of college at art school. What you didn't know when you signed the lease is that you'd be living next to three rowdy boys.

Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 1,804

Notes: This is going to be a good one you guys 💙 (yes I know I have a fic titled this already but it’s too good not to reuse, they’re not related btw)

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“I think that’s the last one,” you sigh, setting down a cardboard box labeled Living Room on the stack in the middle of the floor. It’s not heavy—filled with decorative pillows for the cheap futon couch shoved haphazardly against the wall—but the tower of boxes sways precariously and your roommate, Feyre, darts forward to reorganize them from before they all go tumbling down.

You and your roommate had been very organized at the start of your move, putting boxes into piles for which rooms they belonged to, but as the hot sun beamed down and the temperature outside rose, so did your tempers. The process ended with trying to get everything into your new fourth floor apartment as quickly as possible, which was a nearly impossible feat, due to the slow moving elevator.

Feyre sighs, hands on her hips as she surveys the mess of boxes. Neither of you packed lightly—a mistake you’d made the year previous too, and promised not to make again—the both of you refused to hire a moving service, intent on the fact that you could do all the heavy lifting yourselves.

That definitely had been a mistake.

Panting a little, Feyre shoves the strands of gold-brown hairs clinging to her forehead away, sticky with sweat. The hairs at her nape curl away from her neck, and you’re so glad that she grew out those awful bangs over the summer. Now you don’t have to listen to her complain about how they’d be plastered to her head with sweat. The loose collar of her cropped shirt is damp, and she uses the hem to wipe at the perspiration beading at her hairline. “Fucking finally,” she moans, “I need a drink.”

“Alcoholic or energy?” you tease, but it’s not funny. You’re drained, and all you want to do is collapse on the navy futon that barely fits two, no matter how uncomfortable it is. But you’re hot, clothes irritating your skin from where they’re glued with sweat and your arms and legs burn with effort. A cold shower, tall glass of something icy, and a few hours napping will do you well. A grimace works its way onto your red face, “Tell me there’s air conditioning in this place.”

“Already on,” Feyre sighs, stalking into the kitchen. You follow after her, dodging boxes, and watch as she rips open the refrigerator door and shoves her head inside. It’s completely empty and you wince, knowing that it’s going to be a long weekend while you go shopping and unpack everything before the fall semester starts in a week.

You want to stop by the local art supply too, to gather the last of the material you need for your classes this year. It’s probably why you and Feyre have so many boxes; half of the ones adorning your apartment are stuffed with art supplies: brushes and paints of all varieties from oils to acrylics, graphite pencils and kneaded erasers, canvases both blank and filled. You swear there’s even an entire box dedicated to sketchbooks filled with random doodles and scribbled ideas for assignments that never turned into anything great. Feyre hadn’t been happy when she’d seen you’d left that box for her to carry up.

When Feyre’s had her fill of the crisp air, she hands you a bottle of water from the freezer. It’s nowhere near as cold as you’d like it yet. You’d run into the gas station to get a few bottles and candy bars while she filled up the tank of the U-Haul for your last stretch or the drive. It hadn’t occurred to either of you to grab something with more sustenance until this very moment.

“Ugh,” you groan, choking down the room-temperature water. It helps a little to soothe your parched throat, but nowhere near enough. “Do you have any money left in your account? We should Door Dash something for dinner, and call it an early night.”

“An early night?” Feyre retorts, making a face as she takes a sip of her own water. “We have a lot of unpacking to do. And our beds aren’t even set up yet.”

“Fuck us,” you sigh, leaning against the marble. The stone is cool where it seeps through your thin shirt, and you ache to rip off your clothing and press your burning skin to it in an attempt to cool yourself off. “Let’s just find the boxes with the pillows and blankets and sleep in the living room, Fey. C’mon, it’ll be like when we were young again! Except now we’re old enough to buy alcohol.” You waggle your eyebrows at your roommate and she cracks a wry grin. “Well, almost old enough, but those fake ID’s Tarquin got us work like a charm anyway.”

“Fine,” Feyre relents, “Dibs on first shower, though.”

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While Feyre uses all of the hot water, despite it being nearly ninety degrees outside—blasphemous for the end of August in the middle of Southern California—you take the chance to move the U-Haul from where you’d double-parked it outside of your new apartment building. Thankfully, you and Feyre had saved up enough money from working at an Art Camp for children this summer to have both of your cars shipped to school. It was cheaper to rent a truck and move all of your belongings yourselves than to drive down and let a moving company do it, plus, you and Feyre had wanted to road trip this summer but didn’t have the funds. You both had decided there was no better time for it—until you could properly afford one—than this.

You scroll aimlessly through your social media on the way down, the elevator so slow and creaky that you and Feyre opted to take the stairs for most of your journey. Bigger things like your beds, the futon, and the tv had been squashed into the tiny elevator and taken up with prayers it wouldn’t break down. You can’t help but glance up at the certificate that says the elevator is in running order until its next inspection in two years.

“Is that forged, George Brown?” you mutter, squinting at the paper displayed in the corner. It’s frayed at the edges and yellowing, so you’re not all that sure this elevator has been inspected when it says it has.

It comes to a jerky halt that makes you sway when it hits the lobby. It’s as nice a building as you can afford on your budget, but the both of you will have to find part-time jobs as soon as school starts up, so that you have money to buy alcohol and food and supplies. Feyre’s older sister, Nesta, had lived here with her friends Gwyn and Emerie during their undergrad years, but they’ve moved on from shitty apartment buildings riddled with horny college students to renting a quaint house in town while working on their masters degrees.

When the doors to the elevator slide open you slip out as fast as possible, a shudder working its way up your spine. You wonder how many times it’s broken down, and you’d hate to be in there alone if something like that happened. Maybe you’ll take the stairs from now on unless you’re with someone.

The lobby of the building is small. There’s a front desk in which no one ever sits, as if the building used to be sophisticated once upon a time and a doorman used to occupy the space. Mailboxes pinned to the wall line the area behind the counter, and there sits a garbage can stuffed full with envelopes and more likely than not empty bottles of alcohol and take-away, maybe even a used condom or two.

It’s muggy down here, more so than your apartment that the landlord hadn’t turned on the air conditioning when he knew you’d be showing up today. Whatever, you hadn’t had to see the greasy man, he’d left the keys on the counter for you and Feyre to find when you’d arrived, and you were more than thankful for that.

You brush away some of the hairs that have come loose from your ponytail as you cross the lobby. The hazards of the U-Haul are blinking at a steady rate, the skies turning darker with the looming night. It had taken you and Feyre all day to unpack the truck, and you’re returning it tomorrow when your cars come in, so you need to move it to a normal spot for the night.

Pushing open the door, your steps falter as someone brushes past you like a shadow, nearly hitting your shoulder with theirs. Your brows furrow and you turn to toss a comment about how rude they are but the words dry up in your throat.

He’s tugging off a motorcycle helmet and you can’t help but watch the way his biceps bulge against his skin tight black t-shirt. The muscles of his broad back glide like butter beneath the fabric as he moves and you can’t help but let your gaze travel down his spine to his tight waist, dipping into dark jeans.

His thick soled boots thump loudly as he stalks through the door, stopping at the mailboxes to check if he has any letters. The tiny door opens with a squeak that has you snapping back into your body, stunned by his musculature. This man is a god of his own league. A masterpiece of perfectly crafted body parts and tones. He has an angular nose and long, dark lashes matching his disheveled hair. He runs his fingers through it and shoves the helmet under his armpit as he digs through his mailbox. Your fingers twitch to dig out your sketchbook and pencils from the box upstairs.

You force your gaze outside again, cheeks red hot with embarrassment. You were straight up ogling the man, and thankfully you’re not drooling, as you take notice while you wet your suddenly dry lips.

You click the keys, unlocking the U-Haul, but stop short when you see that the truck is caged in, a big vintage Bronco parked behind, and a shiny motorcycle that looks like it moves faster than the speed of light wedged between the moving truck and the vehicle in front.

“Hey,” you call, ripping the door back open to the lobby. You have no doubt that the motorcycle is his, and the car behind had been there when you and Feyre had arrived this afternoon, so you don’t know whom it belongs to. “Is this your motorcycle?”

The man is already on his way to the elevator, phone stable in his leather riding gloves as he swipes, envelopes tucked into his helmet. The elevator door screeches open and he doesn’t even bother to turn around and meet your gaze as he punches the button to his floor. “Nope.”

#azriel au #azriel shadowsinger #azriel x reader #art school au #acowar #azsazz #acotar #acomaf #azriel #midnight muse #acotar series

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obxologies · 11 months

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𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘯  𝘙𝘢𝘧𝘦 𝘊𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘯

warnings: underage drinking and drug abuse, ex!rafe, jealousy, asshole!rafe, smut!! ( 18+ only )

requested?: no

Part Two

author's note: i hope this set up isn't confusing. heart divider made by @cafekitsune

The sun was almost hidden away from the sky as people began arriving to the outdoor movie night held annually on Figure Eight. y/n walked with the pogues, hand-in-hand with Pope. She and Kiara had invited Pope and JJ to accompany them for the night.

"Are you sure this is a good idea? We're on Kook territory." Pope said nervously. His eyes darted all around them waiting for someone to come up to them.

"It's gonna be fine, Pope." y/n reassured. "Let's just stick to ourselves and nobody should mess with us."

"Like that's ever worked." JJ rolled his eyes making Kiara slap the back of his head. "Sorry." He grumbled.

They all slung the lawn chairs off their shoulders and opened them up. Pope and JJ sat down in their seats. JJ pulled out his dab pen bringing it to his lips to take a hit.

"Put that away!" Kiara scolded him. "What the hell is wrong with you? You can't use that here."

"JJ, there are children here." y/n yanked the pen out of his hand.

"Hey, give it back." JJ frowned standing up reaching for the pen.

"No. I don't trust you with it here." y/n said slipping the pen into her pocket. "You'll get it back when we leave." She pushed him back a little.

"Fine." JJ rolled his eyes sitting back in his chair. "Can I at least get some candy then?"

"What do you want?" y/n asked.

"Sour straws." JJ answered.

"You guys want anything?" y/n asked Pope and Kiara.

"Skittles." Pope answered.

"M&M's, please." Kiara smiled.

"I'll be back." y/n nodded.

"You need me to go with you?" Pope offered standing from his seat.

"I'll be okay, Pope." y/n reassured him.

"What if Rafe sees you alone?" Pope said worried.

"He won't do anything here." y/n shook her head.

"Are you sure?" Pope questioned.

Unbeknownst to them, the said boy had been watching them intently since the moment they had arrived. His eyes never leaving the girl he had been so worried about for the past month. Her hand intertwined with the Heyward boy made his jaw tighten and his darken.

Every since she had left him alone in his truck that night, his mind never stopped spinning with thoughts of her and how she was.

He missed her more than ever. He missed seeing her everyday, he missed the adrenaline of sneaking around with her, he missed her lips the way they felt against his, he missed running his hands all over her body, he missed her eyes that would look up at him from her place on the floor just in front of him.

His eyes took in her full appearance missing getting to admire her all the time. She wore a navy blue bikini top with a pair of distressed denim shorts and the old black vans she always wore. Her hair was wet, she had probably just gotten back from the beach where she was practically everyday with her friends. He couldn't stop his eyes from falling onto her chest. He took a deep breath. God, he missed her, every part of her.

"Fuck, Rafe!" y/n cried out into the mattress. She gripped the sheets helplessly as Rafe ruthlessly fucked her from behind.

"That feel good, princess?" Rafe teased. His grip on her hips were sure to leave marks he would admire later.

"So good." y/n moaned. "So fucking good." She rolled her eyes back as Rafe forcefully slammed his cock into her.

"Who can make you feel this, baby?" Rafe asked pulling her up to his chest. He wrapped one arm her torso while the other stayed on her hip.

"You! Just you, Rafe!" y/n answered through moans. "You make me feel so good, baby."

"That's right." Rafe huffed. "Fuck." He groaned feeling himself getting close.

"I'm so close, Rafe. Wanna cum so bad." She whined only inching Rafe closer and closer to releasing. "Want you to come inside me?"

"Yeah? Want me to fill you up, baby?" Rafe said bringing his hand up to her chest cupping one of her breast and slowly massaging it.

"Yes, please." She gasped throwing her head back giving him access to her neck where he began leaving sloppy kisses.

"Then cum for me, baby." Rafe said.

"Get me the green ones!" JJ called out breaking Rafe out of his daze.

Rafe's eyes darted over to the concession stand where y/n stood in line. He gulped down the rest of his beer, tossing the cup onto the ground.

"Where are you going, man?" Topper called out, but was only ignored.

"Four cokes, green sour straws, M&M's, and skittles, please." y/n smiled at the lady behind the counter.

"I honestly didn't expect you to be here, and I definitely didn't think you'd be stupid enough to bring pogues." Rafe said walking up to her side.

"I hope you're not stupid enough to start a fight." y/n shot back at him not turning her head.

"Well, I guess for you I could behave." Rafe said with a small smirk.

"Wow, thank you. That's very mature of you, Rafe." y/n smiled sarcastically as she handed the lady behind the counter some cash. The lady handed her a dollar back which she dropped into the tip jar before grabbing the snacks and turning to walk back to her seat, but Rafe stepped in front of her making her roll her eyes. "What?"

"Just tell your new little friends to watch themselves." Rafe said.

"What the hell that does mean?" y/n glared up at him.

"I missed you, baby. Wish you would come to your sense and leave those pogues behind." Rafe gave her a cheeky grin.

"Are you high?" y/n tilted her head with an annoyed look.

"Y'know," Rafe chuckled. "I didn't expect you to go for Heyward. I woulda thought it'd be Maybank." He said slowly walking back to Topper and Kelce. "See you later, princess."

"Fuck off." y/n rolled her eyes before walking off. She huffed sitting down in her seat.

"You okay?" Kiara asked as y/n handed them their drinks and candy.

"Yeah, Rafe is just an asshole." y/n shook her head.

"You just figure that out?" JJ teased, chuckling until Kiara gave him a glare. "My bad."

"What did he say?" Pope asked.

"Nothing important." y/n shook her head. "Just ignore him."

y/n looked over her shoulder to see Rafe already watching at her from his spot in the back with Topper and Kelce. He sent her a little smirk making her turn back around.

Truth was, y/n did miss Rafe. No matter what she says or does she still loves him and probably always will. What she had with Rafe was love she had never experienced before and wasn't sure if she would in all honesty. What they had was good. Until it wasn't. And y/n couldn't go back to that Rafe.

#outer banks #obxologies #x reader #obx #outer banks x reader #imagines #jj maybank #rafe cameron #kiara carrera #rafe cameron x female reader #pope heyward x female reader #pope heyward #midnights series #smut

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