#[ wc; 479 ]

[lgchyuk]

SPRING CLEANING (PART 5) OPTION C - A LETTER/JOURNAL ENTRY

here comes trouble,

i know we hate doing this, but i guess it’s necessary sometimes (do not date roll your eyes when you read this park hyukjae). stop saying you’re stuck in places, that you don’t see a way out or that you want to quit. to be honest, you know self depreciation never suited us, it made us look weak and defenseless and we’re not like that - we never were.

the main reason i decided to write you is to point out if things didn’t move forward until now, it’s not entirely because others are conspiring or that you’re not enough. well, some of it has to do with you and your lack of dedication sometimes. you know it’s hard to accept that but hyuk, you can do so much better and yet you wait for things to happen, as if you didn’t want that so bad. you can’t blame the instructors for choosing other people when you don’t think working hard will take you somewhere.

when you have a chance, take it like your life depends on it. forget about our biological parents, they can’t do anything to harm you, don’t push people who care about you away because you’re scared they might get hurt. see the future ahead of us, as stupid as it might sound, it is bright, ok.

soon you’ll get to be a guest at this youtube show. did you ever think you could do well in one of those shows? well, you did and you enjoyed it a lot. so just let people see the you the ones around you grew up to like and even admire.

just like the concert for the executives from other companies and the shareholders of our company (yes, that’s going to happen). you will feel frustrated because of the news you got earlier, but the spot the company will give you can’t be neglected. they still believe you and you need to do it as well. it’s a shame we’re still stuck where we are hyuk, but you gotta use the confidence you show others, on yourself.

oh! please don’t act stupid once you return from the showcase performances ok? i feel something big is going to happen, but you gotta focus. you got a lot better, and i feel proud of you. now you need to let go of those who only exist in your head. i still feel you hold back a lot because of them. if you can, i know you’ll find a way to work things out. you never failed to surprise me with your creativity (yes, your love for dance will pay off) and that’s why i decided to write you.

things will be fine for us. it’s not the end, not even when it looks like it.

now save this letter and read it whenever you’re doubting yourself.

love you, stupid.

[behaneul]

PROJECT GREEN: PERFORMANCE in which haneul performs in front of the higher ups

all in all, haneul wouldn't say that he's super nervous about this performance or anything. honestly. he thinks that they've all worked really hard and that the members worked well and practiced well together. he still makes sure to record everything during practices so that they can monitor them afterwards. because of this, he feels relatively confident.

or so he would like to think. fake it until you make it, or whatever, right?

when the day of the performance itself arrives, haneul finds himself going through all the motions that he would for any sort of evaluation. he reviews the choreography and also the lines, wanting to make sure everything went smoothly. especially since he has the title of 'leader' for this month, he truly wants it all to go well.

they gather in front of the higher ups and he bows as they introduce themselves, despite knowing that everyone in the company probably knew them considering that they were being evaluated as a pre-debut group. it feels all very official, and he wipes his sweaty palms on his pants and hopes that he doesn't look like he wants to melt into the floor. that wouldn't be good for anyone.

when the music plays, haneul lets all of his worries and doubts roll off his shoulders and performs the very best he can. honestly, he thinks the best performances are ones that people are nervous for, because it means that they want to do well.

and boy, does he want to do well for this one. as a former trainee, he knows that there's a pressure on his shoulders that none of the others have to deal with as much. of course, it's put on him by his own self but he hopes that he can prove—not only to the higher ups but to himself as well—that he belongs here. and that he belongs on stage.

the movements come to him naturally, both from the not-as-choreographed duty free (though he had sort of come up with a vague path that he wanted to follow) and the heavily-choreographed siren. he sings (and raps) and dances to the best of his ability, hoping that his presence stood out. but not too much. he hoped that they all meshed well with one another and that their charisma and stage presence melded and meshed well together. so that project green truly looked like a group and not just six individuals shoved together haphazardly.

from his monitoring, he had thought they looked good. a group that he would be proud to call his own and would hopefully be part of for a long time.

as the music fades, he straightens slightly in his ending position, holding it for a moment. he's feeling ... pleased. and that's always a good sign. he feels something else too, fluttering in his chest.

hope. for the future.

[vinylfoxbooks]

December 4 - Allergic | @into-the-jeggyverse | wc: 479

“I’m allergic to cats, you asshole!” Sirius screeches when his brother jumps up onto his lap, “I don’t care if its’ in animagus form, you have fucking cat germs and issues.”

“Sirius?” Lily asks, walking into the common room, “Why are you yelling at a cat?” 

Sirius pouts, “It’s James’ fucking cat and he hates me. I’m allergic to cats his favourite activity is to fucking jump on my lap and scratch me when James isn’t around.” 

“James has a cat?” 

He groans, “Yeah, it’s one of the cats around the castle that just wanders in sometimes. His favourite person is James, so he’s James’ cat- OW, you dick,” he sneers at the cat, “Get off my fucking lap, James is going to be here any minute.” The cat hisses at him, bringing his claws out and starting to make biscuits on his thigh, “That fucking hurts, dude.” 

“Do you think the cat hates you because you hate it?” 

Sirius shakes his head, “No, I don’t hate him, I just think that this cat can hear and knows that I don’t want to be around cats.” 

“How unfortunate is it to be allergic to cats and live in a castle where there are so many cats just wandering around.” Pete comments, walking up to the couch that Sirius is pinned to by the cat, reaching down to pet it and getting scratched immediately, pulling his hand away. 

“I’m just glad that I’m not going to die from it,” Sirius shakes his head. Just as he finishes, the portrait swings open and James stroll into the room, smiling when they see the cat in Sirius’ lap. 

“Leo!” They cheer, walking to grab the little black cat from their best friend’s lap, bringing the cat to their face and pressing a kiss to his little forehead. They turn back to Sirius and Pete, “He wasn’t too hard on you guys, was he?” 

“He’s always an asshole to me,” Sirius pouts. James laughs gently, moving their hold on the cat so he’s cradled in their arms, nods to Lily, and heads up towards the dorm. 

As soon as they’re in the dorm, Regulus jumps down from James’ arms and transforms, pulling them to his chest once he has his bearings. James smiles down at him, “You can’t just bully your brother when I’m not there.”

“I’m his brother, I can do as I please to him,” 

“He’s allergic to cats, and I really don’t want to have to deal with him complaining that he can’t breathe for the rest of the day because you’re being a dick.” 

Regulus shrugs, “I don’t have to deal with it, so it’s not my problem.” 

James rolls their eyes, leaning down to kiss him gently before pulling away and heading to put their cloak down on their bed, “You’re ridiculous.” 

“You love me.”

“For some reason.”

[gunilslaugh]

When You're Stressed

OT6  Summary: Xdianry Heroes taking care of you when you’re stressed. WC:479 Warning:none

❃ Gunil

Gunil feels like his heart is being tugged on whenever you’re stressed. If you’re stressed over assignments or work he’ll try to convince you to take a break. However if you are instant on getting it done he’ll sit down beside you while you work. Providing you with moral support. Even tries to help you with it. Afterwards he will pull you into the warmest hug. Kissing your temple and telling you how proud he is of you.

❃ Jungsu

His eyes fill with sadness whenever he notices that you’re stressed. He immediately offers you help. Whether it’s helping with what’s causing you stress or just giving you a shoulder to lean on and his ears to listen. He will give you a massage to help you relieve your stress. Frown on his face when he feels how tight your muscles are. Holds you against him, head tucked into his chest while one of his hands caresses through your hair.

❃ Jiseok

He wants to fight whatever is making you stressed. He won’t leave you alone till he’s put a smile back on your face. Suggest watching your favorite movie or show or going out to get your favorite treat. He just wants to take all of your worries away. More than willing to listen to you vent about whatever is stressing you. Prefers to do so while having you wrapped in a blanket and in his arms. 

❃ Seungmin 

He wishes that he could magically make all of your stress disappear. Unfortunately he knows that it’s not that easy, but he’s willing to do whatever he can to make your stress go away. He makes sure that you’re staying hydrated and eating. Once he convinces you to take a break and rest, he has you lie on his chest because he knows that the sound of his heartbeat helps you relax. Feels at ease when he feels your body relax against his.

❃ Hyeongjun

He’s good at providing you with any moral support that you may need. He doesn’t always know what words to say, but he is very good at letting you know that he is there for you. Will sit with you while you talk about your problems and worries. Intently listening and providing you with reassurance. He’ll cook you a meal that he knows you like. Will play you a song on his guitar and rub your back as you fall asleep.

❃ Jooyeon

“You can’t be stressed. It’s not allowed.” Almost looks like a kicked puppy when he finds out that you’re stressed. Tries his best to help you deal with whatever is stressing you out. If it’s because of assignments or work he will sit behind you in back hug while you work. Occasionally pressing a kiss to your cheek, neck or temple and glares at the open windows on your screen that are causing you stress. 

taglist: @purplelady85 @gingerjunhan @chewednails @ezlynkisses @mon2sunjinsuver @mxlly143 @seungseung-minmin @junhanism @bee-the-loser

[gummysharklover]

TOLERATE IT !

summary: ᯓ˚࿔ song number 43; based off the song tolerate it by taylor swift

notes: ᯓ˚࿔ angst D: ᯓ˚࿔ hey pookies... long time no c ᯓ˚࿔ no use of y/n ᯓ˚࿔ not proofread!

wc: ᯓ˚࿔ 479

i wait by the door like i'm just a kid use my best colors for your portrait lay the table with the fancy shit and watch you tolerate it

You set the dining room table with painstaking care, meticulously draping the cream-colored cloth over the dark stained wood. You bought his favorite wine, and your hand shakes ever so slightly as you pour it into the elegant glasses. As you position the placemats, music softly hums in the background, filling the silence that has become all too familiar in your big house.

Standing in the kitchen doorway, you fidget with the hem of your sweater as you glance at the clock for the umpteenth time in the past five minutes. Schlatt's late—again. But you harshly brush the thought aside with a forced smile as you hear his keys jingle outside.

Your heart flickers with hope as he walks in, but it's crushed as he walks past you, leaving a trail of apathy as he retreats to the bedroom. Your shoulders hunch as you walk to the room, and you try to be as quiet as possible as you rasp on the door.

"I made dinner," You whisper.

"Comin'," He responds.

Half an hour passes before he lumbers out. You both cringe at the loud screech the chair makes against your wood floors as Schlatt pulls out his chair.

"How was work?" You ask with your head bowed, picking at your food.

"Same old," He mutters, and you can see the exhaustion pooling in his frown lines.

You hum, nodding your head.

Schlatt looks up at you with an unreadable expression, "Thank you for dinner. You didn't have to go through the trouble."

Your heart squeezes, and the all too familiar feeling of dread settles in your stomach, "It wasn't trouble—at all."

And it makes you wonder if this would be trouble to him—if making a nice dinner, thoughtfully setting the table, picking up a bottle of your favorite wine, would be nothing but an inconvenience. The mere thought makes your heart knot with anxiety.

You can't sleep, and your eyes water as you watch Schlatt sleep on his side. His chest expands with each breath he takes in his sleep, and you question how he can rest so easily—so peacefully. Because you sit here, basking in sorrow, unable to doze off, and it's all because of him. All because you notice the little things. You notice how he no longer engages with you the way he used to—how you rarely see that bright smile of his. You notice how quiet he is—how he doesn't laugh like he used to. You notice how he turns away from you in his sleep, no longer holding you until he can't.

You cling to the hope that you're simply imagining this growing distance, that he'll softly declare his continued adoration for you, and that all this was due to some external factor—that he isn't falling out of love. You know he won't. So you sit in silence, watching him simply tolerate it.

thank u for reading <333, please reblog if you enjoyed! it means a lot to me :D

[mrschristensen]

Making Gingerbread Houses starring Scott Barringer

WARNINGS: pure fluff <3, pet names/name calling (baby, sweets), s/o is a bit of a perfectionist

synopsis: It's Scott's first Christmas back from Horizon, and his girlfriend intends to go all out for him.

WC: 479 words

"You did this... for me?" he questions, asking for confirmation. His girlfriend basically turned the entire kitchen upside down, and on the table were pieces for two gingerbread houses and a variety of decorations, from gumdrops to M&M's, candy canes and peppermints to different colors of icing.

She smiles, chuckling, "Yeah, of course I did."

It took a few for moments for him to process the scene before him, but when he did, a little grin slowly tugged at the corner of his lips. "What'd I do to deserve you?" he asks, not really expecting an answer since it was more rhetorical, but he genuinely felt like he didn't deserve the woman who was the light of his life. "C'mere, baby."

She instantly responded, taking the small steps it took to get to him, and he wrapped his arms around her in a warm embrace, one which she happily reciprocated. He pressed gentle kisses to her neck, as if giving little "thank you's" and obviously very much so appreciating what she had done for him.

"You're welcome," she muttered in response—obviously getting his little "message"—and he hums, nuzzling his nose into her skin before reluctantly releasing her.

"Let's get to it then. Wouldn't wanna waste all the hard work y'did f'me, right sweets?" he asked with his signature smirk.

"What are you even doing?" she asked her boyfriend breathily, laughing as she watched him scatter some candy onto his house.

"I'm making art, thank you," he contorts, sticking out his tongue subconsciously, a sign of his intense focus.

She simply rolled her eyes and got back to work, having being a perfectionist and tried to make everything even, all the lines straight and the same length... it was just a lot. And even then, though it still aggravated her, she was still having a blast (and she thought he was too). He gave her a sense of peace and security, that nothing could touch her, and that she was living the life that she truly wanted.

And soon they were finally finished, admiring their hard work and looking at each other's. "Aww, Scotty. Yours is so cute," she cooed, making him scoff and roll his eyes, crossing his arms, an embarrassing shade of pink coating his cheeks. "Wait... What's the gingerbread for? I coulda just made some-"

"They're us," he interrupted, gauging her reaction, his eyes locking onto her as her face expresses her sudden surprise while looking at the icing-made gingerbread in the snow. She then noticed the features that obviously give it away; is dirty-golden locks were pretty even in icing.

"Awh..."

"Don't push it."

"But it's so cute!-"

He then cuts her off with a passionate kiss, stealing her lips and silencing her words, preventing them from escaping. It was soft and yet meaningful, ethereal yet worthy of their hearts' speeds. She never wanted to leave.

[akutasoda]

Hiii :)

Please can i request Boothill with a Reader who is insecure about their personality so they always act emotionless/stoic around others.

true personalities

synopsis - what happens when boothill meets someone who is insecure of their personality

includes - boothill

warnings - gn!reader, fluff, slight angst, wc - 479

a/n: hi hi ^^

↪at first, boothill thought you were just the type of person who wasn't expressive and preferred to keep to yourself. something he could understand, some folks could definitely get too much and sometimes solidarity was much cozier.

↪it definitely made you an easy person to be around. in boothill's opinion, he had spent many a day traveling on his own and so he found that certain eccentrics or more expressive people could be harder to be around on some days - not that it was a bad thing or anything.

↪it would only be until he was closer with you that he'd start noticing. he could note how occasionally your facade started cracking, how small bursts of personality or emotion in general seeped through. and that made him curious.

↪quite naturally, he started assuming that you were the kind of person who only showed proper emotion to those who you trusted - something boothill would've taken in honor. but something was clearly different. it wasn't as simple as that.

↪because if that was the case, then surely by now he would've seen more of your “true” side per say. that clearly wasn't the case. and boothill wasn't particularly one to pry, but there was something about you that made him want to, as if he knew it was because of a less “pleasant” reason.

↪whether or not he found out on his own or if you ended up telling him, he'd find out eventually. upon learning that your stoicism around pretty much everyone you knew was attributed down to an insecurity of your own personality, boothill felt two things.

↪one, confusion. how could somebody hate their own personality? now he was very far from being any kind of philosopher, but your personality was what made you, you. hating your own self seemed dumb to him.

↪two, empathy. now he couldn't exactly see it from your perspective so it wasn't really empathy but boothill couldn't even begin to fathom how you ended up hating your own personality, but it was a sad thought for him.

↪in a way, when boothill adapted his new life, that could be seen as some form of hatred towards his past self. going to the very lengths of destroying his body to have it rebuilt anew.

↪but now, boothill was determined to draw that side of you back out. subtly but consistently he would try and break out small parts of your actual personality. encouraging you to actually be yourself.

↪boothill wanted to know the real you. the one that didn't wish to become robotic in a way by hiding their own personality. hiding away one of the main points that made you, you.

↪and he was determined to break you out of that shell.

taglist - @little-miss-chaoss, @frankiesteinn

[parkersgarage]

The Morning After

a/n: yk I was writing this with intentions of it being sad but then I saw a clip of him shirtless and it went sideways

jake seresin x gn!reader | 479 wc | warnings; reader gets called sweetheart, alludes to sex, jake has a fboy past, MDNI pls (there’s nothing explicit but I prefer minors to not read this)

Your eyes felt heavy when you woke up, your head spinning and throbbing when you lifted it from your pillows. Your hand reached blindly to the other side, slumping back down when you felt cold sheets.

He left. Of course he left. That was just who he was. You couldn’t believe the hope that set in your heart the moment you let him in, the hope that made you think you’d be different to him.

But that was just who he was—a man of many one-night stands.

Rustling in your bathroom took your attention away from degrading Jake, your eyes widening when you saw the sliver of light illuminating the top, side, and bottom of the door.

Somebody was in there.

Just as you sit up, the door swings open, and behold, Jake Seresin stands shirtless in the frame.

“Mornin’ sweetheart.” There’s a cocky grin on his face, but there’s a look of pure love in his eyes. “I took a shower if that’s okay.”

You nod your head, bunching your covers in your grip. “You took a shower,” you repeated, hiding your face in your hands. “God.”

He strides over when he hears the break in your voice, grasping your hands to bring them away from your face. “What’s wrong?”

“I thought you left.” You muttered, looking down in shame when he looked hurt. “I’m sorry for assuming it’s just I thought-”

He lowers his head to the crook of your neck, nuzzling his nose against it. “I get it.” His breath fans against your skin as he laughs, bitter and forced. “I guess that side of me will always stick, huh?”

“Jake, I didn’t mean it— I’m sorry.” You whisper, fingertips scratching the base of his neck. “I was just scared you didn’t feel the same way.”

And, of course, despite the seriousness of your words from before, you feel his lips upturn into a grin. Your hands pushed his shoulders just enough to look at his face, and just like you knew it, he had a proud smile.

“You’re a jerk, Seresin.” You murmur, bumping your forehead against his.

He laughs softly, nudging his nose against yours. “Sorry, sweetheart. It’s within my nature.” You hum, fingertips running down his chest. “But you fell for that, didn’t you?”

“Oh, how could I not?” You sighed dreamily. He laughed at your tone, watching you fall back onto your bed. “I love a man who doesn’t know when to shut up.”

“Yeah?” He presses, hovering above you. “Wanna try and make me shut up?” Your finger loops around his dog tags, tugging him down gently until his lips barely graze yours.

“Maybe I wanna hear you,” you whisper. With each word from you, your lips touch his, and your hand travels further down. Jake just might let his ego go for once. “So don’t even think about being quiet.”

a/n: if I knew how to write smut without cringing, trust you would’ve gotten more (I’ll try anyway if it’s wanted)

[mydarlingclaudia]

tags : @lottiies @withonly-sweetheart wc : 479

ok uhmmmmm my stomach was killing me and it was partly my period so here this is just really short period comfort this is for meeeeeeeee. Chris is ooc dw abt it, re5Chris, fem!reader

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

Every time your period rolls around, it’s like Hell on earth.

There’s at least one day out of the whole week where you have to strip and lay in the tub for a few hours when you get back from work, sometimes you don’t even turn on the tub, just lay there and bleed with a warm compress pressed onto your stomach, trying to distract yourself by watching something on your phone.

Your boyfriend is always there to keep you company, Chris is at your beck and call, willing to do anything for you whenever you ask him for it no matter what time it may be. You wish he was here right now, he always somehow knows what to do. You want him to come home already and give you a massage, wash your hair and kiss your face until the cramps in your abdomen came to a stop.

But your mind stops for a second when you hear the front door open followed by bags being set down in the kitchen before finally leading to the bathroom and opening the door. There stands Chris, plastic bag in hand, shoes still on but his jacket has been taken off, an apologetic smile being worn on his lips. You sit with your arms wrapped around your legs and your chin resting on top of your knees with the compress pressed between your stomach and thighs, you groan and lazily lift one arm to wave Chris over.

"You feeling any better?" He asks you, closing the door and coming to sit on the edge of the tub. You shake your head and hear him 'tsk', Chris's free hand comes out to smooth over your hair. "Want me to turn the water on?"

"Yeah," You mumble, not moving while he puts the bath plug in and turns on the warm water. "What'd you get me?"

"Tampons, chocolate, midol, the basics." Chris makes work of rolling his sleeves up and you scoot yourself closer to him, pulling your compress away from your stomach and setting it on the floor next to the bath tub. You press your forehead against his hip and his hand settles on the back of your neck, the feeling of the warm water slowly filling the tub makes you sigh.

"I love you," You say softly, resting your chin on his thigh and wrapping your arms around his waist. "Thank you for buying me things."

"Don't worry about it, I love you, too." Soothing circles are rubbed over your spine while he shuts the water off as soon as it's high enough, you squeeze Chris a bit tighter.

"Can I have a kiss?" Chris doesn't say anything, just cups your face and dips your head back a tiny bit to press a few short kisses to your lips until you're smiling against him.

"C'mon, I'll wash your hair."

[carousellights]

Teaser

Jihoon loves his roommates, much to his dismay, yet despite their protest would rather stay in his room and finish his work. After winding up the loser of a game he is forced to show face at a party. The usually collected Jihoon makes a few bad decisions leading to a series of headaches and sleepless nights.

Minors dni !!

Paring - jihoon x afab reader

General tags - college au, smut, fluff, slight angst

Status - upcoming

Teaser wc - 479, Full wc - 10k+

The big bottle feels warm against her hand from the other people constantly grabbing at it. The shake of her hands seemingly increased by the people surrounding the table bumping into one another. The foldable table now displaced to the corner despite being in the middle of the kitchen just hours before. Her small chilled glass slowly starts filling up before a strong push causes it to over fill joining the other liquid poured on the table. Pulling the glass up to her mouth it clanks against her teeth before pooling in the back of her throat. An odd stinging taste spreading through her tongue. Forcing a swallow makes her face tense against her best efforts for it to remain relaxed.

A man with long black hair hands her another one “Here this one is a normal shot not a double” he shouts hoping she heard. The flavor from the last still coats her mouth yet the flooding still tastes unexpected somehow. She makes a face even more tense than the last. “You’re raw dogging these shots” The man jokes with a smile and an eyebrow twitched up. She opens one eye and looks at him before he grabs her shoulder and pulls them through the crowd going to the less filled counter a few feet away. “Ever had a chaser before?” He fights to keep eye contact, to not let them drift lower. She laughs a little picking up a random water bottle and taking a sip, “No I’m not sure what pairs well with everything.” She caps the water again setting it down.

She notices the man is slightly shorter than average. His eyes narrow as he pours her half a shot, “here take it now” he says as he takes a big sip of tea. Taking it into her hands and looking up as she tilts her head back letting it invade her senses she feels a wet pressure on her lips and the tar starting to pour into her own mouth. The sound of the glass falling hits her ears before she realizes she’s being kissed. He pushes his own body away whipping off his lips before pulling her back in. His hands tangled in her clothes and hair. Forcing her mouth open he grabs the back of her neck tilting her head back further. As his face hovers just inches above hers she softly gasps for air. He picks up his bottle of tea from the counter and pours some down her mouth. Watching as the liquid fills her mouth up she swallows to keep up with his pace. He slightly kneels before her bringing her down so their mouths touch filling his own with a mix of her spit and the drink. Gulping it down he leaves small kisses on her lips and smooths down her hair. “It’s better with a chaser right?”

[mgghoney]

pairing// matthew gray gubler and reader || wc// 479

summary// thrifting extravaganza

"Are you home?"

"I'm at dinner with a friend?"

"Shit." You hang up, resorting to texting Matt over the phone as you snap a photo of the most heinous sweater you've seen so far. You wait for him to text back, nearly dropping your phone when the first vibration of a video call rings over.

"Aren't you at dinner?!"

"Say hi." Matt shows you his friend before flipping his camera to stay on him, and you wave awkwardly.

"I'm sorry. I saw the sweater and thought of your closet." You mumble, tugging it along with you.

"How much is it?"

"Ten?" You raise a brow. "Do you fit in a men's small?"

"A sweater or a shirt?"

"A shirt." You huff. "I found something super cute that you have to have."

"I can try squeezing." He raises a brow.

"Wait, I have your measurements."

You don't even notice the way Matt's muted himself to laugh, too busy scrolling through your phone.

"You have my what!?" He gasps, laughing.

"I've sewn for you before!"

"Oh— oh, right."

"It'd be really weird if I just had it from an internet article or something." You pause. "I should release it on tumblr."

"That is. insane." He laughs, and you shrug.

"You won't fit. Boo. I'll crop it for myself then." You raise a brow. "Nah, I'll leave it at the store. May the universe hand this to a hand that would make use of it. What did you have for dinner? Hang up whenever, by the way."

"You know that nice sushi place four blocks from mine?"

"The omakase place with a waitlist longer than the amount of student debt money I owe to the school?"

Matt hums. "Yes."

"Who are you with?"

"Promise not to scream."

"Why would I—" You blink when the camera actually locks on his friend and your jaw drops. "MATT. I AM CRASHING YOUR DINNER— okay, no, that's insane. I need to calm down. Sorry. Have a good dinner!"

Matt raises a brow at you. "You free to come over later?"

"Hm... it is a friday." You tap your chin. "Can I go early?"

"Oh, yes. You know the code and security recognizes you." He nods.

"Will your... friend be there?"

Matt raises a brow at his friend, and you chew on your bottom lip.

"I was joking, by the way."

"They have something, but they wouldn't mind leaving an autograph."

"Oh, hell yes. I'm about to make bank on ebay bidding." You lick your lips, hiding your face when the shame catches up to you. "Sorry. Insane. I'm going to hang up now. I'll see you in a bit, Matt. Have lots of fun and take all the time you want. I'll head over to the apartment when I finish up here."

"Stay safe."

"I'll call you if anything comes up. Love you."

"Love you too."

[cafe-mysa]

first snow || okiya subaru oneshot

title: snowfall day 1: first snow // getting soaked // "your hands are cold" // "i suppose it all started with the snow" fandom: detective conan character: okiya subaru wc: 479 oneshot (credit to @12daysofchristmas for the prompt) !!content under the cut!! a/n i need to make a conscious effort to not write subaru as akai help

he brought the hot chocolate to his lips as he gazed outside the window at the three children next door, accompanied by a bumbling old man and two other children hovering near the doorway, staring flatly at the others. he turned his attention back to his laptop, furrowing his brows slightly as he read over his (fake) thesis again.

"come to think of it," he heard a familiar voice at the door, "it's the first time since we met that it's snowed, isn't it?"

he hummed lowly in agreement, drawing his attention to you and letting you drape yourself around him - he wasn't a very physically affectionate person, he preferred to let his actions do the talking, but he supposed he didn't mind if it was just you and him behind closed doors.

"do you hate it?" at his confused gaze, you continued. "winter, i mean."

he wasn't quite sure.

winter was cold, but that meant warm nights by the fireplace and your hot chocolate that was a little too sweet (but he didn't mind). winter was unforgiving, but that meant early mornings spent under the covers with you. winter was bright (maybe a little too bright sometimes), but it wasn't as bright as you (maybe he had read a few too many of the romance books in the kudo mansion's library.) winter meant his hands weren't as flexible, but it meant you could hold his hand (and who was he to refuse).

(and he supposed it did give him a valid excuse to continue wearing that turtleneck the waiter at poirot despised.)

he stared back outside at the children. sensing someone was watching them, the three paused, grinning up at him and waving excitedly, jumping up and down.

"insufferable brats," you muttered, coming up next to him and pointedly ignoring their visible gasps and kissing acting.

"now, now," he hummed, smirking bringing you in closer and sparing a final glance outside the window at the now-cheering children.

"don't humour them," you grumbled, pushing him away slightly.

"why not?" he hummed, making no move to fight back and allowing himself to be pushed away.

he received no answer from you.

"so? why'd you come in here in the first place?" subaru continued, "surely you didn't come here to just interrupt my revision?"

"the professor - well, the kids - wanted us to come over to bake cookies with them and teach them how to have a 'proper snowball fight'," you quoted, scowling slightly as you recalled their cries indignation, "according to haibara and conan-kun, they're doing it wrong and so they'd like... another adult opinion."

his eyes shone in amusement behind his glasses, a flicker of challenge flashing in them.

"you sure you don't just want to see me get pummelled by elementary schoolers?"

you smirked.

"who knows."

he supposed this first snowfall with you wasn't so bad.

[lonelyharmonies]

[3:14 pm]

donghyuck x fem reader (she/her pronouns) genre: fluff wc: 479

You watch your life bar going down just as fast as you were pressing the buttons on your keyboard. You scoff as your character dies again and close the game window to open the internet browser. As the youtube video plays on your earphones, you fail to hear the knock on your door. 

Donghyuck partially opens the door just to see you hunched over your laptop and, assuming you were focused on one of your many assignments, he refrains from disturbing you. He silently closes the door and goes back to your living room.

“She seemed kinda busy,” the boy says plopping down next to Renjun.

“What?” your friend scoffs. “She said she was free to watch a movie this afternoon, I even made her popcorn!”

“It looked like she was doing an assignment, she was hunched over her laptop with her notebook beside her,” Donghyuck takes a sip of the soda next to him and sighs. He was more annoyed by your absence than he would let Renjun ever know.

“I’ll go check on her.”

“Don’t disturb her, Renjun, let her—”

Before Donghyuck could finish his sentence, Renjun was already barging inside your room. That is one of the consequences of having a best friend: you become intimate and suddenly they forget what personal space means.

Renjuns walks over to your desk, ready to smack your head and fight you for forgetting your afternoon movie marathon, when he catches a glimpse of the youtube video playing on your laptop and the notes written on the white page of your notebook. Renjun squints his eyes when he recognizes the video as an overwatch gameplay. It’s right when you stop the video to take note of something your mentor said— as you like to call the youtuber whose videos you have been watching — that your friend decides to strike. 

You feel a hard slap on the back of your neck, making your forehead almost hit the table. You are ready to fight Renjun until you see his smirk. You quickly close your laptop and throw your notebook out of his sight, but you knew it was too late, he had seen it.

“What were you watching?”

“Porn!” you squeak.

“Liar,” he narrows his eyes and whispers “I saw you.”

“What did you see?”

“You know what I saw.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Did Donghyuck arrive?”

“Why are you asking?” he teases and you shove his shoulder “Yeah, he’s here. Movie's ready.”

“Great,” you nod and pretend to fix some of the things on your desk. “You go first, I’ll be right there.”

You don’t even have enough time to regret your words, Renjun is already out of your sight when he screams “Hey, Hyuck, do you know she has been trying to learn how to play overwatch just to impress you?” 

That’s it, you hate Huang Renjun.

[mugloversonly]

Hanukkah

Written for: @steddiemas prompt: MENORAH @steddieholidaydrabbles prompt: HANUKKAH WC: 479 Rating: G CW: I’ve never participated in anything Hanukkah related so if I get some things wrong I’m sorry in advance. (please tell me if I do) Summary: Robin and Chrissy come over to help the guys bring Hanukkah to Amelia AO3

Eddie stepped back from the table, the Menorah sat perfectly in the middle. The one Robin picked out had the Star of David under the taller middle candle. Steve came in from the kitchen and placed a plate of sufganiyah on the side of the Menorah. From what Eddie understood, they are a kind of jelly doughnut. And the Latkes, made with potatoes, he placed on the other side were served with apple sauce and sour cream. From what Robin said, the deep fried foods were supposed to represent the temple oil

He’s not one hundred percent sure what that means, but thankfully, Robin does. She and Chrissy are here to help make sure Steve and Eddie don’t make total fools of themselves. Once the sunset, they called Amelia down from her room and were treated to her big round eyes.

“Happy Hanukkah” Eddie said. Amelia stared at the display. The first gift sat in the white and blue paper, ready and waiting. But she paid it not mind. Eddie shared a look of concern with Steve.

“Amelia? You alright, honey?” Steve asked.

“Santa granted my wish.” She whispered. “My first ever Santa wish came true.” Her tiny eyes filled and she ran into Eddie’s arms. Eddie wrapped her up in his arms, holding her tight to his chest.

Eddie held his little girl on his hip as Steve handed them a tissue. Amelia took one and dabbed at Eddie’s eyes. “Is this what it’s supposed to look like honey?” Eddie asked. Amelia nodded then shook her head.

“It’s supposed to go in the window.” She said in her matter-of-fact tone. Steve and the women moved the Menorah to the window along with every thing else.

“I’ll start the prayers.” Robin said. She read them out of a little notebook she brought with her and lit the center candle. When she moved on to the second one, she turned to Amelia. “Do you want to light the first candle?” Amelia nodded and Eddie helped her hold the shamash and light the candle on the right. Once Robin was finished and the candles were all in their safe and correct places, Steve handed Amelia her first gift.

She tore into the packaging and smiled. “A dreidel!” She shouted. There were some chocolate coins too, Robin called them gelt.

“Can you teach us how to play?” Chrissy asked. Amelia nodded excitedly and pulled them to sit on the floor. Eddie grabbed the plates of food beforehand so everyone could eat. As Amelia explained what she could remember from the game, Eddie smiled. He hoped to anyone listening that they didn’t get anything wrong.

They wanted their little girl to be happy here, even if it meant going outside of their comfort zone. That’s what being a dad was, and by the gods was he going to do the best he could.

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Sisterly Teasing

Pairings: Sam Carpenter and Tara Carpenter

Content: Just fluff ofc

Summary: Sam's back aches so Tara has something to say

WC: 479

4 months after the New York Ghostface, Sam was tired. She was tired mentally from the trauma and fear of everything. In all honesty, she was still alive for Sam, Kirby, Danny and Gale. Her partners, Kirby and Danny, lived with her and Tara while Gale helped pay for their apartment and even had family dinners with them once a week. Sam loved that part of the trauma at least.

Currently, Danny and Kirby were away for different reasons. Kirby had gone shopping for some food and Danny was working as he worked night shifts as a security guard outside a gay bar. No one minded that, knowing to keep quiet during the morning and afternoon and also he got cuddles every morning. On his off days, they would go on dates or just watch movies. Tara meanwhile either hung out with her friends or was auditioning for certain plays. Sidney even helped teach her how to act. She was thankful for that. 

Both the sisters at the moment were sitting down next to each other, watching a dumb horror film with all the tropes and bad acting. Sam and Tara were cuddled up to each other, holding each other for affection as well as protection. Sam stretched, letting out a groan. Her back was aching due to working out for the past 5 days. She was officially on her rest days so it was fine at least. Tara just looked at her confused. “I’m ok, Tara. Just worked out too much and my back aches,” she chuckled. “Is it because you’re old?” Tara then teased, looking at her with a smirk. “Hey! I’m not that old yet,” Sam responded. “Yeah right. You’re 50 compared to my age,” Tara joked and Sam slapped her shoulder gently. 

“You can be so rude,” Sam muttered and Tara shrugged. “That’s why you love me,” Tara teased. Sam sighed. Both sisters knew it was true. Comfortable silence embraced them as they were continuing to watch the film, cuddled up to each other, Tara rubbing her back gently to help the soreness.

Sam appreciated that.

-

It had only been 10 more minutes before both sisters were asleep and 20 minutes more before Kirby walked in. She was about to call out before she saw them sleeping and smiled as she just put a blanket over them before going over to the kitchen. It was her turn to cook that night at least. She was halfway through making the pasta when she heard stirring from the couch. Tara was waking up. “Oh hey, it’s my old sister’s girlfriend,” she spoke smiling. Sam just slapped Tara’s leg gently. “Not old,” Sam stated, her raspy morning voice coming out. “You two…” Kirby spoke with a smile, shaking her head. As long as everyone was ok (especially her sister), Sam was happy. All was good in the world…

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you and sunghoon had gotten into a small argument, one that wasn't even serious, but you didn’t hold back, staying mad at him and holding a grudge.

"baby," he spoke, walking into the room as he saw you sitting on your bed, back laid against the pillows. refusing to meet his eyes, he sat beside you on the bed.

"don't be like this," he said, voice soft as his hand found your thigh, squeezing gently. you didn’t budge, instead looking the opposite way, pretending you didn’t know he was right in front of you.

he ran his hand through his dark locks, thinking of ways to compensate for the argument, let alone getting you to look him in the eyes.

"let me make it up to you, yeah?" he whispered against your skin, as he leaned down and pressed kisses on your chest, slowly inching down to your stomach, until he reached the sight of your lace panties.

you let out a small huff, clearly knowing where this is heading, before you finally tilted your head down to lock eyes with him for a brief moment before you expressed a soft, "okay."

that was enough for him to tug on your panties and let them fall to the floor. needless to say, you were already getting wet. embarrassingly wet, and he knew it.

he lifted your legs, pushing them to your chest, and the second his mouth met your pussy, a small but evident gasp slipped from your lips. and ohhh, he fucking loved that.

the sound encouraged him, his hands gripping your thighs as his tongue licked slow but long stripes against your wet slit, teasing before his lips began softly sucking your clit.

"hoon.. fuck," you breathed, hands making their way down to grip his hair. he groaned in response, eyes fluttering shut like he was savoring you, like this was his favorite fucking meal.

"taste so fucking good," he murmured, between licks, voice dazed like he was drunk off your pussy. he sucked your clit into his mouth again, working his tongue in circles, letting your whimpers feed his ego.

one of his hands slipped away from your thigh, two fingers dipping between your folds, spreading you open before he dug them inside of you. you moaned in response, being way too consumed by pleasure to care about anything else at the moment.

"wish you could see how pretty you look right now," he groaned, watching the way your body reacted to him.

not long after his fingers hit your g-spot a few times, his mouth went back down to meet your pussy again. your thighs squeezed around his head, but he didn’t stop—no, if anything, he hummed into you, tongue moving even faster, like he was trying to feel you fall apart on his mouth.

and the worst part? he wasn’t even close to done.

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