#* wc: 327

[lgcyushin]

▶▶ LOADING … mary and the witch's flower ? ( seasons greeting 2024)

he'd never paid too much attention into specifics about flowers before beyond tending to them or buying a bouquet. not much for owning his own plants in the dorms, yushin knew they'd simply wither away with the time that they spent away from the dorms or studios. a con, if - if the thought of owning things that needed his full attention and care ever came across his mind, but alas they did not. of course, the idol cannot deny that the concept for their season's greeting shoot sounded perfect for spring to wash away the winter blues, and prompted several ideas.

after some research, yushin finds himself torn between two flowers. he's a fan of the sunflower, he truly is - their music is lighthearted, facing towards the sun, and in ties with the egarim concept that came again and again. hot, hot. sunshine. but perhaps too obvious. it would be good for a group shot though since it's likely they'd entwine florals all through the shoot. their music uplifts, it's supposed to bring all the fans positive energy - he wonders if the fans think of them as that too? their official colours don't go along with that but type zero honed the yellow already, but then again... the flowers didn't have to match otherwise they'd be darting around with alice in wonderland concepts of rose red and white.

"my personal...flower. i think i'd suit the pyrenean violet. they're resilient and adaptable and can survive through nearly anything and bounce back. i think... that while there are things that i am not suited for, or where the timing was off," such as his future dreams experience, "i don't let it affect me and i don't wallow in it. i direct my own path and i always come back even after a loss or a huge change. i don't talk about it too much, and i don't give myself enough credit for it, but i'm very proud of that."

[lucielxbe]

vybe mission 1.

if only luciel could spend the entire day in this library, he would. alas, time is limited. they’re only given one ‘free day’, so he spends about an hour or so in there, while vlogging at the same time. surprisingly, siwoo agrees to come along. the library is a quiet place, and there aren’t too many people since it’s a weekday — maybe that’s what siwoo’s head needs. luciel wasn’t sure if anyone would follow him to a library of all places, even noel was curious why he would go to such a place, especially when they’re in another country.

though, luciel only wants to see for himself, the diversity of reading spaces across the world. libraries are a reflection of a country’s values and knowledge. there’s a vastly different sort of mood with belgium’s libraries, different from japan and korea’s. and so he takes pictures, looks around the shelves, exploring the quiet sanctuary in tranquility.

it reminds him of the time when he thought of becoming a writer, for someone who appreciates reading. he’s never pondered about it further, since it’s looked down upon in his family.

he picks a book out from the literature section. to every library and bookstore he’s been to, luciel lingers around this side for a longer period of time. it’s impressive to see the different editions of the books he’s read before. while vlogging, he shows a book, “les misérables, by victor hugo. it’s a really nice book, i have the physical copy. but this one is in… dutch? so i can’t read it.” he adds a laugh at the end, then ( attempts ) to take a nice picture of it, against the woody bookshelf before placing it back to its original place.

luciel doesn’t thinks he’s properly explored the entire library yet, but he thinks he has to return already. maybe he’ll go look for coffee beans to buy back, they’ll be nice as gifts for his friends.

[beyuwol]

trick or treat !

well, it's probably a good thing that he's able to participate in this trick or treat festivities. it's the only time yuwol would actually be forced to interact with senior artists, even though he doesn't exactly know what to say to them in this moment. it's strange, but what else can he do? back out? actually, now that he's thinking about it, that offer that his head made up sounds tempting on its own.

he isn't going to though, why should he? as a new trainee, it wouldn't be nice for him to not participate, it'd probably make him look like an ungrateful person—or maybe he's overthinking this? then again, it doesn't matter, because he's already taking a basket and walking around greeting every artist he can remember and he can spot. ever since the events of next gen, he had looked up the senior artists affiliated with axis labels, so it wasn't too hard. mostly because he wanted to know what could've been his future should he have earned a slot through the survival show. looks like at the end of the day, he made it here anyway, despite the different trials and tribulations on his path.

funny, but that isn't the focus of the matter currently.

so far, he has collected quite the amount of autographs. he doesn't know what to do with them... display them in his room? that feels a little too much, he isn't a big fan in the first place. but he'd probably find the signed papers nostalgic later down the road should he make it ( or not ), so it's best to keep them somewhere safe regardless.

the sweets, though? he can keep them in the fridge... or distribute it to the ahjummas at home. it'd be a nice gift, a thank you for still believing in him all this time.

oh, maybe a few of them are fans of these artists. he could give them the autographs too.

[to6ge]

— ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و the look of love.

౨ৎ batboys x gn!reader ( separated ) ౨ৎ cw . non-proof read. ౨ৎ summary . how they look at you ౨ৎ . gwens note . short and rushed fic ౨ৎ wc . 327

the amount of love in dick’s eyes was overwhelming. his gaze would dilate whenever you were near, his eyes softening, smiling in a way that felt so intimate. he looked at you like you his whole world, unwavering and unrelenting. his love poured out of him so completely it was almost suffocating. there is no hint of anything else but fondness in his eyes. this man has absolutely zero amount of nonchalance.

oh geez, the way jason’s eyes would immediately soften when his gaze meets you. everyone would’ve noticed how tender his gaze seemed whenever you were there. he searches everywhere for you. whenever you walk into the room, his eyes would light up as well. his blinks are slow, signaling that hes relaxed and calm around you. ( i headcanon that jason would sometimes avoid your gaze cause he gets nervous at times, though. )

tim looks at you as if he was studying your every move. he notices every single detail and quirk of you. yes, he pays attention to your features. and he remembers every single one of them. sometimes, he would point out some of your features that he absolutely adores. ( i feel like if tim were to come across those tiktok posts where its like ‘find out what type of pretty you are’ videos, he would answer for you and send it to you, stating which one you are. )

damian’s eyes never leave you. if he was to tell a joke and you were around, he’d immediately look at you to see if you heard him, searching for the slightest hint of a reaction. the world could quite literally be falling apart before him, and he’d still keep hold of his gaze. his eyes would always follow you wherever you go. however, his gaze is quite intense. most of the times, he looks like he’s silently judging your every move, when he’s actually just quietly looking out for you, just in case something happens.

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[kiemiu]

voice notes your boyfriend chris leaves you | ( fem!reader ) fluff + soft hours. established relationship drabble warnings? -> slightly suggestive, use of her wc 327 (library) + (request)

one. hey..me, nick, and matt just landed in boston about...half an hour ago? i—i can't remember i didn't get much sleep on the flight..but i wanted to call and say goodnight, and i love you but then i remembered it's 3am here so i know you're asleep by now. (long sigh followed by silence) i miss you already.

two. hi, pretty baby. you didn't answer my call so i'm assuming you're busy right now. (crunching noises) but that wouldn't make any sense because what else could you be doing besides being my girlfriend? like-(scoffs)

three. hey sweetness, i'm at target right now and im— looking up and down the toy aisle- well, im by the legos actually, and i cant remember which set you said you wanted..can you send me a pic, please? thanks.

four. (loudly burps) that one's for you.

five. can't stop thinking about you..i miss you a lot. (soft sigh) everything about you. (light whimper)

six. you look so pretty, mama. wish i was there to see all of you in person.

seven. since you're bored you should like, come over and sit on my lap while i play fortnite..yknow..just a thought.

eight. (nicks voice) if your boyfriend drinks another one of MY pepsi's you will suffer the consequences. (a hard smack is heard) (chris in the background: don't talk to her like that, are you insane?!)

nine. can't stop listening to our playlist we made together, it just makes me miss you even more even though i just saw you last night...we should just- like, move in together. or you should move in with me. i don't think the boys would mind.

ten. hi stinky, hope you feel better. i ordered some food for you and it should be getting delivered to you soon, so— make sure you pay attention to the doorbell, mkay? (kiss noise) love you, text me when you wake up.

' 𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 ' 🥡: @emely9274 @ginswife @madifilipowiczslvt @chrispleasure @chrisstvrns @conspiracy-ash

a/n: just a quick drabble cause i'm working on smthn bigger and i still wanna post 🤭

[bradleysass]

Price - @into-the-jeggyverse - wc: 327

Regulus Black doesn’t look up from his book when James Potter flings himself into the chair across from him in the library. It’s the third time this week James has done this, and Regulus is still holding out hope that ignoring him will make him go away.

James doesn’t go away. He never does.

“Alright, hear me out,” James says, voice too loud for the quiet space. “How much do I have to pay you to hang out with me?”

Regulus finally looks up, lips pursed. “Are you under the impression I can be bribed?”

James grins, pushing his glasses up. “I mean, everyone has a price.”

Regulus closes his book with an exasperated sigh. “Potter, why do you insist on bothering me?”

James leans in like he’s about to share the most confidential secret in the world. “Because you’re a challenge, Black. You don’t fall for my charms like everyone else, which makes me wonder if you’re immune, or if you’re just—” he pauses for dramatic effect, “—pretending.”

Regulus arches a brow, unimpressed. “And you think offering me money is the way to test that?”

James shrugs. “You tell me. Ten galleons for an hour of your time.”

Regulus scoffs. “I’m not a mercenary, Potter.”

“Twenty.”

“No.”

James grins wider, like he’s enjoying this. He probably is. “Fifty.”

Regulus glares at him, but James can tell he’s considering it now.

“A hundred galleons,” James says, voice smug.

Regulus clicks his tongue, glancing back down at his book. “You’re insufferable.”

“That’s not a no.”

There’s a beat of silence before Regulus sighs and finally looks at James again. His eyes are sharp and calculating, but there’s the barest hint of amusement there too. “One hundred galleons,” he says slowly. “But only if you don’t speak for the entire hour.”

James clutches his heart like he’s been wounded. “You wound me, Black.”

Regulus smirks. “That’s extra.”

James laughs, delighted. He’s going to win him over. He knows it.

[stardustquills]

sneak peak at the dr. zayne fic i’m currently working on ;)

cw; smut (18+ mdni), somnophilia, fingering, male masturbation

wc; 327

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he traced the smooth curve of your neck, drawing mindless shapes as his hands travelled further down. it finally settled on your waist, thumb rubbing back and forth on your silky, pliable skin.

it didn’t stay there for long, though—he couldn’t stop himself from exploring further. his hand goes further south, tracing the intricate details of the lacy panties you wore. eventually zayne’s hand is between your thighs, forefinger swiping across your slit-

but then he realizes that they’re crotchless.

you, his innocent devoted girlfriend, bought crotchless lingerie.

dirty girl!

he couldn’t help but to smirk, his face heating up at the discovery.

he quickly bring his hand to his mouth, spitting on his middle and ring fingers. his hand returned to you cunt, teasing and spreading you open. you may be asleep, but he could feel the way your body reacted to his touch.

“zayne,” he caught his name amidst your slumberous mumbling. it caused his smile to grow.

slowly, carefully, he could feel you getting wetter and wetter. his fingers traveled upwards towards your clit, not quite touching. he circled his finger around it, mindful of not applying direct pressure but still aware of how the muscles of your thighs twitched when he brushed against it.

even in your sleep, you’re so reactive to him.

zayne’s skilled fingers made their way back to you slit, prodding at your entrance before pushing in. of course he caught the way your walks happily welcomed him in, fluttering and throbbing like it’s been ages since they’ve had any attention. his fingers scissored and thrusted inside you, stretching you out to take his painfully hard cock. he fisted himself with his free hand, eyes blissfully closed and head thrown back as his thumb rubbed circles on your clit. the towel he wore was long forgotten on the floor, but he couldn’t care less right now—not when he finally had you all to himself after god knows how long.

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full fic is now up! you can read it here :)

[staliamazing]

field | @wolfstarmicrofic | wc: 327

It shouldn't have been a big deal. Remus and Sirius had been attached at the hip for some time, so when their friends found out they had started dating, nobody was surprised. Most of them already knew. When the news hit the rest of Hogwarts, however, the two boys were subject to an endless barrage of questioning.

"Are you two really dating? You're both boys."

"How do you shag when you're both guys?"

"Do boy lips feel different to girl lips?"

"I thought you were dating Mary, Sirius, you two seemed so cute together." (Mary, who had been dating Marlene for years at that point, found this hilarious).

When the third doe-eyed student that day walked over to the group of Gryffindors huddled in a corner of the library, Remus stopped them before they could even open their mouth.

"I'm going to ask that you field any questions to my associate," Remus says plainly.

"Uh, associate?" The visitor asked. Lazily, Remus nodded to Sirius who was sitting in the chair next to him. Sirius turns to face the younger student, and holds out a hand.

"Sirius Black. Pleasure. Walk with me." The younger student furrows their brow while they reach out an arm to shake his hand, then hurry off behind him as he trails. Remus hears him mutter something about the birds and the bees, and tunes out. However Sirius wants to break the news to the poor unsuspecting cherub is up to him.

"Blimey, it's the 70's. You'd think they'd have heard about homosexuals by now," Remus sighs.

"Dumbledore should make an announcement at dinner this evening. People are gay - get over it." Peter chimes in, to which James nods.

"Too right, mate. I mean, surely everyone's a little gay." James says, still nodding.

Marlene raises her eyebrow at this. She had been waiting for James to realise his crush on Sirius' little brother.

"Making a confession, Potter?" He blushed and returned to his reading.

[farfromstrange]

Happy birthdayyy!!!! 💖

This is such a fun idea, I love it!

Can I get a bouquet of peonies and lilies with “Who did this to you?” Please and thank you? 🥰

THANK YOU! Oh, how I love that prompt. I love using it. I love reading it. I love the fact it exists. And I love that I got to write it for you. I went a bit overboard, so it no longer counts as a Drabble but a… triple Drabble? I don’t even know what it’s called. I hope you don’t mind it being a bit longer than 100 words, and I hope I did your vision justice!

"Who did this to you?"

Event Masterlist | Matt Murdock Masterlist

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader

Request: A bouquet of... peonies and lilies.

Warnings: Angst, mentions of violence & blood

WC: 327

The November rain rolls off your shredded coat and leaves a trail on the wooden floorboards of his apartment. Precipitation and tears turn to acid. At first, it sizzles, but then it turns cold. 

Matt cradles your face in his hands, hazel eyes now black with the storm raging in them. He can hear the blood rushing a mere inch under your skin, your bones shifting, and your once so steady heart seems to have died in your chest.

Blood soaks his fingertips. One brush against your cheek is enough; you fall apart at his touch. 

“Who did this to you?” he asks, merely a breath away from a whisper.

Your freezing hands find his, and you cling to him like the only lifeboat on a drowning ship, choking on the lack of oxygen. You shrink under the weight of your wary soul.

“Hey, hey, hey.” Matt’s hold on you tightens. “Look at me.”

The neon light casts a glow over his most distinctive features, and you have no choice but to oblige.

“Look at me. You’re safe now, alright? You’re okay,” he says. 

The words on your tongue turn into a gut-wrenching sob. His forehead comes to rest against yours, not at all gently but pressing into you as though he’s trying to heal you somehow.

Someone hurt you. They touched you and made you bleed, and for that, they are going to burn. 

“C’mere.” He pulls you into his arms. “You’re okay, I promise. I’ve got you, baby. I’ve always got you.” 

As you cry into his chest and he holds you so tightly, your thoughts become less terrifying. Noise returns to the world around you, taking the shape of his soothing pulse. The acid of your tears neutralizes. Perhaps the world isn’t ending. Perhaps hope has not withered like a fragile flower.

“I’ll find whoever did this to you,” Matt vows, “and I’m gonna make them pay.”

Perhaps you are going to be okay. 

[deliverred]

Though this isn't an actual war camp, with so many people running around -- students and staff alike coming off the field or helping keep things running smoothly from the sidelines -- there's still the same amount of noise and activity. The sounds of conversations, both casual and more professional, were impossible to escape unless you went outside of the cluster of tents or were in the few reserved for participants to get some rest.

However...there was one interaction in one of the med tents that was creating quite the problem. With many of the volunteer staff working to tend to injuries and collect lost gear, Lukas was now out of the fight and completely unharmed, so he had offered to investigate the issue.

He couldn't say he was entirely surprised when he recognized Matthias' voice as he approached, spotted Sylvain lingering nearby with a healthy amount of apprehension. The Gautier family did not seem to shy away from public spats, as he'd observed, be they verbal or physical. As this was supposed to be a place of rest, Lukas could not allow either to continue.

His gaze doesn't linger long on any of them, hands held behind his back; smile placid, but his eyes lacking in the same softness.

"As I understand it, the fight is over for all of us. If you wish to squabble further, I will have to ask you to leave the medical tent. The only one here who has shown any decency to those that are trying to recover is the only student among you," he says, brow arching as he lets eyes flick over to Sylvain. "If you refuse, I will be forced to remove you. I would prefer not to have to do so, since you both seem to be recovering as well, but this behavior will not be tolerated any longer."

wow i cant believe the gronder med tents offer free family counselling (i dont want it)

toa boel 2025 - medical camp | cielenruine

[thelastoflosers]

silver springs!

ex!ellie williams x engaged!reader

dina and jesse’s wedding forces you back to jackson hole, wyoming and ellie back into your life. the only problem? you’re engaged your to publisher, abigail anderson.

wc 5.9k

warnings internalized homophobia & insinuations of homophobia. infidelity (reader cheats oops). reader is feminine & wears dresses, makeup, etc. abby deserves better. mentions of drinking. sub!ellie. domish!reader. fingering (e!recieving). unresolved ending.

the first time you met ellie you were fourteen. the first day of freshman year, she was new to town and already acting like she owned it.

you were scared absolutely shitless. your parents had dropped you off in front of jackson’s high school with a little more than good luck, honey! you were awkward and fumbling, even more so than you are now, and to say the older kids were intimidating would be an understatement. 

you had managed to find your homeroom and first period class just fine but on your way to second period you got turned around. the numbers outside of the classroom doors didn’t seem to be in order anymore and the noise in the hallway wasn’t helping your rising anxiety.

you looked down at your schedule again where the fuck was room 327? when you looked up to try and reorient yourself you locked eyes with a girl. all auburn hair and big green eyes. she didn’t look like many of the other kids, no bleach blonde hair or spray tans. she was tragically gorgeous in a way you hadn’t seen before, the type of natural beauty that turned heads.

you didn’t even realize she was approaching you until she said, “you lost?”

“uhm, yeah…i have no idea where i’m going.” you giggle nervously. you told yourself it was because of school stress and not because the beautiful girl was staring at you with her mossy doe eyes.

“me too, what room are you looking for?” she leaned into your space, peering at your schedule in your hand. you could feel her breath just barely brushing your cheek.

“three twenty-seven.” you show her the paper as you speak.

“hey, me too! algebra with ms…” she looks down at her own schedule to confirm, “…johnson, right?”

“yeah i guess so.” she was so naturally friendly and easy to talk to.

the bell rings and your heart drops. you were always one to follow rules, and you were late. on the first day. of freshman year. off to a terrible start.

“we’re late.”

“it’s fine!” ellie waves you off, “it’s the first day and we’re, like, brand new to the school, they’ll cut us some slack.”

you just nod. even from the beginning she felt like your own personal safe space. someone you could turn to with any of your issues and she would help you, no judgement.  

it was easy to tell her, halfway through freshman year, that you think you liked girls. and then during your sophomore year you had a crush on her.

she was your first real kiss. she was nothing like the spin-the-bottle peck you shared with a boy in middle school while your friends giggled. she was soft and gentle and inexperienced. but you didn’t care, you had told her that you two could figure out how to kiss, and more, together.

she didn’t mind that you wanted to keep your relationship private. she knew how people would react if they knew the two of you were together. what they would call you. she got enough of it on her own, she wouldn’t force you out of the closet when she knew it would hurt you.

the beginning of your junior year was when she discovered your work-in-progress novel. you were cleaning your room while she sat on your bed flipping through your old photo albums. you dropped a box of old journals onto your bed next to her.

“these are from middle school and freshman year i think.” you laugh, turning back around to finish cleaning out your closet, “they’re probably so embarrassing, you can read them though.” you say, completely forgetting about your journal you had kept specifically for your writing.

she puts down the baby photos she had been looking at, “hmm, maybe i will. should i read them out loud?” she says, laughing. she already knew your answer.

“ugh no! i don’t want to relive that.”

she’d chuckled and opened up a journal at random, deciding to read out loud anyways,  “dear diary, today when we were at disney we met princess leia, she’s sooo pretty-”

“ellie, oh my god stop!” you’re going to grab the diary from her and she’s laughing her ass off.

“how the fuck did you not know you were gay? you were like eight writing about how hot princess leia is.”

she’s holding the journal out of your reach, laughing harder when you struggle to grab it, “well i wasn’t wrong princess leia is hot.”

you manage to grab the book from her and stick your tongue out, “i said don’t read them out loud, it’s so embarrassing.”

“you’re so lame.” she said with mock annoyance. she picks out another notebook from the box, you recognize this one though. this was the roughest draft of a novel you had been working on since the seventh grade. no one knew about this. not your parents. not your closest friends. not ellie. the book wasn’t about anything particularly embarrassing, you just had absolutely no interest in sharing your own work with anyone yet.

“ellie, not that one.” you go to grab it and she pulls away like she did with the first journal.

“c’mon it can’t be that bad!” she’s just skimming the page, maybe she won’t realize it’s fictional, you hoped. somehow the idea of ellie reading your deep dark secrets was less mortifying than reading your creative work.

“is this a story?” she looks up at you, no mocking tone or hit of a mean giggle, just genuine curiosity.

“yeah but this is–like–just a rough draft. It's really bad, i’m still working on it. that was from like i don’t even know eighth grade?”

“no it’s good, like really good. can i read more of it?”

you feel your face heat, her complimenting your writing felt more satisfying than any compliment she had given you before, she liked your work. it made you beam. “yeah but i have a more recent draft, it’s hopefully way better.”

she sits up in your bed, “mhm, let me see.” and so you dug around your desk for your newest notebook.

from that point on she was your biggest supporter. any difficulties with plot lines or character development you turned to her. she loved helping you write, you looked so full of life when you got to talk about your ideas for your characters.

the summer after senior year was great until it wasn’t. newly adults and high school graduates made you feel like you were on top of the world, but also scared shitless. you felt just like you did the first day of freshman year, looking for room 327 but now you were looking for your future and career and stability.

you sat on ellie’s back porch soaking up the early evening sun, ellie brought you out a lemonade from inside.

“joel just made this, he’s making burgers for dinner if you want to stay.”

“mhm, thank you.” you take the glass, she’d even added a sugar rim and garnish of mint to look like a cocktail because she knew you liked feeling fancy and sophisticated.

“joel keeps telling me to start packing for school already. i literally have like three weeks before i even need to start thinking about that.”

you nod, lately the mention of college or career or future filled you with dread. you wanted so badly to be great and the idea of just being okay fucking terrified you. there was so much unknown in your future. 

“yeah. he’s funny.” you laugh but it’s not entirely genuine.

“you okay?” her voice is soft, “i feel like you’ve been off recently.”

“yeah, just nervous about school.”

“me too, but it’ll be okay. we’ll still have each other, i mean i know we’ll be on opposite sides of the country but–like–technically we’ll still be together.” she’s looking at you but you can’t meet her eyes.

“what if…i dunno we’re not supposed to be together.”

“what d’you mean?” you can almost feel ellie’s heart drop, she’s trying to decipher your words. maybe she was just misinterpreting them.

“like…i don’t know. maybe it would be good if we took some time apart during college. to, like, find ourselves or whatever.”

“what?” she’s shaking her head, “time apart? like breaking up?”

“no!” you rush, “just…i mean this is going to be such a new experience maybe we need time to find ourselves.”

“we will have time to find ourselves, i’ll be in boston. it’s not like seattle is a few minutes away.” she’s laughing but there’s no humor in it. 

you sigh, getting a bit frustrated, “you know what i’m saying ellie. i really, really want to be an author and i don’t know if this,” you motion between the two of you, “will help me.”

something clicks and ellie looks hurt in a way you haven’t seen before. that you never want to see or be the reason for again. she squints, looking defensive and angry now, “is this about being gay?”

“no!…i don’t know, maybe? do you know how hard it will be for me to find a publishing company that would support me being openly gay.”

she scoffs, “why the fuck would that matter? your writing is incredible. they should want you because of that. not because of who you’re into.”

“yeah they should but they won’t.”

ellie sighs and crosses her arms over her chest, she looks defeated. she knew she wasn’t going to win this. and she knew at some point, long before this argument that she had already lost you. “well if that’s what you want.”

“i think…it is.” you feel tears prick at your waterline. somewhere deep down you had already regretted what you were doing.

ellie mirrors your expression and set her jaw, “well, it’s getting late, maybe you should go home.”

you nodded and lifted yourself from your chair. no more burger nights or sleepovers or ellie or garnished lemonade from joel.

“yeah.”

she walked you to the front door, as you left she said, “good luck with your book.”

she barely had time to shut the door before she broke down. violent sobs that felt like the air was being sucked from her chest. it took joel fifteen minutes to calm her down enough to explain why she was so upset.

summer sucked after that. dina and jesse hung around with you but you knew they were still friends with ellie. it always felt like they were double agents, reporting back to her. they were so happy, too, both planning to attend the same college then move back to jackson. they had seemingly no bumps in their relationship and their whole lives planned out. you couldn’t help the jealousy that festered.

TEN YEARS LATER

that august you moved to seattle, it was different from wyoming. all city and rain. it felt like a fresh start. after you graduated college with a degree in english, you finished your novel. not long after that you met abby.

abby’s alarm blared at 5:30 am just like it did every morning. she rolled over to wrap her arms around your middle and pull you close to her.

“morning, baby.” her voice was raspy as she pressed kisses into your neck.

“morning.” you stretched and flipped over to face her. she set her alarm just a bit early so she could hold you when she woke up.

she brushed a piece of hair from your forehead, “what’s on the agenda today?”

you rubbed you eyes, “i’m meeting with a producer today, she want my input on the script for the adaptation.”

she pokes at you side, “hey, superstar! debut novel getting a show adaptation. how’d i end up with a genius.”

you groaned, embarrassed by her flattery, and shoved your head into her chest. “you helped it get published in the first place.”

“eh, maybe.”

“what’re you doing today?”

she ran her fingers over fingers over your bicep, almost lulling you back to sleep. “i have to meet with a client today, his novel’s just about finished being edited and we’re discussing covers.”

“ah, riveting.”

“oh yeah,” she laughed, “don’t be jealous.”

“oh you do not have to worry about that.” you yawn, 5:30 was way too fucking early.

“i gotta go, i’m going to the gym before our meeting. we should go out to dinner,” she leans down to whisper in your ear, “but only if you wear that backless dress i like.”

you giggle and playfully slap her arm, “don’t be a perv.”

“we’re engaged. i’m just admiring my fiancée.” she kisses your cheek before she gets out of bed, “go back to sleep. i love you.”

“i love you too.”

that night you and abby go to dinner and you do wear the backless dress she likes.

“i’m gonna check the mailbox.” she says as she pulls into your driveway on the way home.

she gets out and comes back with an armful of bills and magazines.

“this one’s to you, from,” she reads the names off the envelope, “jesse and dina. it looks fancy.”

you take the envelope from her, crisp white with baby blue frame detailing. jesse and dina’s names are in fancy calligraphy. when you open it you’re invited is written in even fancier calligraphy. it’s a wedding invitation.

“holy shit. they’re high school friends of mine.” you tell her, “i didn’t know they were still together but i guess they’re getting married this summer.”

she puts her arm on the headrest of your seat as she backs the car up. “oh no way! where’s the wedding.”

“uhmm,” you scan the invitation, “back home in jackson and i have a plus one.”

“so i finally get to meet all your cowboy friends,” she leans in, all teasing, and presses a gentle peck on your lips.

“mhm, they’re not cowboys,” you playfully roll your eyes, “…but yeah i guess so.” you press your lips back into hers.

SUMMER

“babe, did you pack my hairspray already?” you yell over the sound of all of your facial and hair products knocking over from your rummaging around. 

“yeah, it’s in with the toothbrushes!” abby yells back from another room.

you find her in your shared bedroom, pulling a t-shirt over her head. “okay, then i think i’m ready.”

“took you long enough.” she jokes, you half scoff, half laugh as you past her and she slaps your ass.

“i’m driving to the airport!” you say, already on the hunt for the car keys.

“hm, nope!”

the flight is a blur, a crying baby and turbulence but you make it to wyoming.

the driveway to your childhood home was empty; after the success of your novels you used the excess money to help support your parents. they used the extra money to travel. a lot. so you and abby at house to yourselves.

“your parents weren’t invited to the wedding?” abby asks as you root around your bag for the key.

“i guess not. it’s exclusive.” you wink at her and unlock the door.

“well aren’t we lucky.” she chuckles and heads in after you.

the house is exactly the same as you remember it. slightly outdated furnishings and some odd paint choices but it was home. 

“okay so the rehearsal dinner is tonight so i’ll be out for a bit but i can make you a list of good restaurants…andddd if the food sucks i’ll have something good to come home to.” you cheese at her.

“me or the food?” abby giggles.

“the food.” you deadpan. 

you spend the majority of the afternoon getting ready, you had forgotten your mascara at home so abby ran to the store for you. when she gets back she invites herself into the bathroom, “hey you go. i think this is the right one.”

“it is. thank you, baby.” you give her a glossy kiss on the check and work at running the wand through your lashes. 

through the mirror you can see her step back to lean against the door frame. she stands there, just watching you bent over the sink with your mouth open trying to get your lashes to be even. 

you giggle, “why are you staring at me?”

“you look pretty, green is a good color on you.” her voice is a bit low and you side eye her. 

“oh yeah?” 

“yeah.” you can hear the smirk in her voice.

you stand up straight and make your way to her, “what’s gotten into you?”

abby meets you halfway and wraps her arms around your waist, “i dunno, all this wedding stuff makes me think it’s our turn.”

“maybe,” you say, you know it’s not what she wants to hear. since she proposed she’s been over-the-moon excited about wedding planning, what are the floral arrangements going to look like? what flavor cake do you want? what venue? but you just couldn’t bring yourself to have the same excitement. it’s not that you didn’t love her. you adored abby. but something was holding you back. 

she seems to see your hesitance and steps back so her hands are resting on your hips. her gaze is curious like she’s trying to understand why you don’t feel like her. 

“I should probably go. i haven’t seen these guys in like ten years, i don’t want to be late.”

“yep.” is all she says, letting her hands fall from you, the lipgloss kiss on her check flickers in the light as you walk past. 

when you get to the dinner you take the first seat you can find. you don’t recognize many of the faces, and the ones you do are just acquaintances from high school. instead of making awkward small talk and living through everyone’s i think i’ve heard of you speeches you wait for the food to arrive. you’re admiring the subtle integrations of pink and blue into the room when you hear someone call your name. 

you turn your head to see dina rushing towards you. she looks incredible in a white midi length boat-neck dress. her hair is voluptuous and bouncy.  

“hi! oh my god i didn’t see you come in. you look incredible!” she’s pulling you into a bone-crushing hug as you stand to greet her. 

“me? you look stunning!” you pull far enough away to see her face, “congratulations! this is so exciting.”

“thank you, i know! jesse is gonna be so happy to see you made it, he’s over at the bar right now.” before you can say anything else she’s pulling you by your elbow to go say hi. she guides you through the crowd of people, it doesn’t matter that she’s the bride, people would part for her to walk past no matter the occasion. she’s the same dina you knew in high school, still so bubbly and confident, only with more elegance now.

“jes, look who’s here!” she says, getting jesse’s attention.

‘hey! i’m glad we could pull you away from your pen and paper to be here.” he pulls you in for a hug, it feels brotherly almost. 

“okay, enough.” you say sarcastically and push him away. 

“d’you want a drink? it’s an open bar.” he winks at you.

“just water is fine.”

jesse orders for you and while you wait you decide small talk is inevitable. “how have you guys been? i mean besides the obvious.” you giggle.

“so good, we bought a camp up near the ski lodge so we’ve been up there renovating a lot.” dina starts.

“oh, no shit! that’s awesome.”

“yeah, it was a bit of a fixer upper, but dude, the bones are there and it’s incredible. you and abby will have to come some time. i mean it’s right on the mountain side so the view is fucking insane, especially in the winter! and in the spring all the wild flowers pop up and-”

“-jesse, your old man is looking for you!” you’re grateful for the voice that cuts dina’s rambling off until you see who it is. ellie fucking williams. 

she’s walked all the way over to the three of you before she recognizes you. the moment she does is obvious, her face drops from playful to serious but she tries to cover it up with a smile. 

jesse retreats to find his dad and you, ellie, and dina are left standing in silence. 

“oh no shit! kat just walked in. sorry, guys, i have to go say hi it’s been forever.” dina is off before you and ellie can say anything.

“well that was convenient.” you say and shake your head.

“hey.” ellie shoves her hands into the pockets of her dress pants. 

“hi.” it comes out a little bit more breathless than you wanted but god she looked so, so good. she wore black men’s cut slacks and a white button up. the shirt was rolled up to her elbows, revealing an old watch–one that looked like it could be joel’s–and a tattoo that sprawled from her wrist to underneath where her shirt met her elbows. “how…how have you been?”

she nods and looks like she’s contemplating telling you something, “good. i, uh, i’m living in houston right now.” her hair is a bit shorter than it used to be and is tied half up.

“texas? what’re you doing so far away?”

she laughs and shuffles her feet like she’s embarrassed, “i’m working at nasa’s space center.”

“what the fuck, that’s incredible. do you like it?” fucking nasa.

“yeah, it’s really great, i mean it’s a little stuffy but i’m really proud of myself.”

“yeah! wow, i’m…i’m proud of you too.” at some point during your conversation the bartender delivered your water and you reach for it.

“nice ring.” ellie nods to your hand. you look down at the sizable engagement ring on your finger and back up at her.

“oh, thanks.” what the fuck are you supposed to say when you ex-girlfriend compliments your engagement your (very much not her) fiancée picked out for you?

“who’s the lucky one?” you can tell she’s really, really trying not to sound bitter. she fails.

“her name’s abby. she published my first novel.”

“ohh workplace romance.” she smirks at you.

you feel your face heat, “no it wasn’t like that.”

“sureeeee.” she’s teasing you now, “by the way, a ‘dedicated to’ would have been great for my ego.”

you shake your head and laugh, “shut up.” 

you’re both quiet for a moment after that. it’s not awkward silence but the tension is still there. god, you missed her. she looks around at the tables, where people are sitting. 

“do you have a seat already?” she asks.

“when i came in i grabbed one but…no i don’t.”

she motions her head to somewhere behind her, “come sit with me.”

the rest of the night goes well. at some point ellie places her arm over the back of your chair conversation gets less awkward. after a few too many glasses of expensive wine, ellie starts telling the other bridesmaids stories…

“yeah and so she,” ellie points to you, “is like hiding in my closet and i’m thinking ‘we’re so fucked he’s totally gonna catch us’ and joel is just walking around my room asking about pizza toppings!” 

the group laughs and you hide your head in your hands, “oh my god, that was so embarrassing! i totally forgot about that.”

when you get home abby is asleep on the couch, a movie playing on the tv. you’re stumbling around, really trying to navigate your way around in the dark but you hear movement and look over to see her sitting uo.

she stretches and groans, “hi, baby. how was it?”

“good! the food was like really fucking good and dina and jesse are so excited to see you tomorrow.”

“are you drunk?” she’s holding out an arm so you can balance to take your heels off.

“just a little bit.” you hold your hand up and pinch your fingers together to prove your point.

“okay.” she laughs, “you should go to bed.” 

she turns off the tv and follows you into your childhood room. 

the next morning is a blur of white lace, perfume, and so, so much setting spray. you didn’t even realize you were walking down the aisle until you were halfway through the seated crowd. 

you spot abby and wink at her. when you get to the end of the aisle you take your spot next to the other bridesmaids that walked before you. after you comes ellie, she looks a little bit silly holding the arm of a groomsman but she looks spectacular in her stone blue suit that matches your and the bridesmaids’ dresses. 

the ceremony goes on as expected, dina looks like a princess in her gown and tears are shed when her and jesse kiss. 

hours later at the reception, the outdoor tent didn’t stop a cold breeze from reaching you and at some point abby gave you her blazer to wear. you’re on the dancefloor with kat, who you found out earlier is now a tattoo artist in salt lake, abby and dina were playing air guitars somewhere nearby but your attention was on ellie. instead of dancing she sat at one of the circular tables just off of the faux wood. she was watching you, her eyes followed the way your hips moved when kat playful spun you. when she didn’t stop watching, you turn to kat.

“i’m gonna go get a drink!” you yell over the music.

“kay!” she yells back.

you beeline for ellie. 

she sits up a little straighter when she sees you headed towards her, but her legs are still wide in a manspread. always effortlessly cool and the tiniest bit smug. 

“like my dancing?” you ask and plop down beside her.

“oh it’s just incredible.”

you ignore her sarcastic tone, “thank you.” you watch her take a slow sip of her wine, “are you having fun?”

“yeah, these aren’t really my thing but i love dee and jesse so it’s worth it.” she looks over to you, “plus i get to see some old friends.”

“i’m not an old friend.” you say.

“no, i guess you’re not.”

you’re both quiet for a while, just watching people dance and listening to the music. at some point dina’s mom gets a conga line going and you both laugh. 

“jesus christ.” ellie chuckles, “it’s going to be a miracle if half these people can get out of bed tomorrow morning.”

“i know! kat and riley were trying to do the lift from grease earlier.” you shake your head and giggle.

“no fucking way! and i missed it?” 

the opening notes of a new song start and you gasp, “oh my god i love this song!” you’re standing and looking at ellie and she just shakes her head.

“oh, i’m not doing that.”

“please!”

“no.” she picks up her glass again to busy herself.

“pleaseee, ellie!” you grab her free hand and tug at it.

she laughs around the rim of her drink, “no!”

“c’monnnn.” you tug again. and again. you pull at her one last time and she must have decided to give in because she’s standing and then tripping and then her red wine is down the front of your dress.

“oh fuck, i’m sorry.” she grabs expensive, embroidered napkins from off the table to dab at the spill but you stop her. 

“dude, those are like fancy ass napkins, you can’t use those!”

“you have wine all over you, the napkins will be fine!”

“will you just come to the bathroom and help me?”

she doesn’t even say anything just follows you like a puppy. 

once you’re inside you throw abby’s blazer across the counter and work on wetting paper towels to dab across the stain. ellie does the same and you’re through several paper towels before you realize how close she is. 

she’s working on a section right below your belly button and her head is almost touching your chest. you haven’t been this close to her since high school. this close you can see all the freckles on her face and the mole under her left eye. she’s so busy cleaning your dress she doesn’t notice your staring. she was so good to you. so fucking sweet and considerate. and you’re an asshole who broke up with her for practically no reason at all. she’s still sweet to you. making sure you felt like you fit in at the rehearsal dinner, helping you with a stain on your dress. you missed her so bad. 

she doesn’t realize you’ve stopped wiping at the wine right away, when she does she looks up. “you okay?”

“yeah. sorry.” you shake your head and move to throw your stained paper towel away.

she stands up a little straighter and looks into your eyes.

“what’s going on?”

“nothing,” you wave your hand in front of the paper towel dispenser. “just tired. and a little drunk.”

she doesn’t move back to help with your dress, she puts down the wad of paper towel. you try to ignore her and work on the stain. it doesn’t work. 

she says your name then asks again, “what’s going on?”

you pause, then look at her, “i was just thinking about how much of an asshole i was to you in high school.”

she looks a bit shocked that you brought up your relationship, let alone your breakup, “you were young…and scared. it’s fine.” 

you place your wad of paper towels next to hers. “no, it’s not. it was a dick move.”

she sighs, “okay, so? what’s your point? it’s been ten years since high school.”

“i’m sorry. it’s…i shouldn’t have just dumped you.”

she chuckles and shakes her head.

“what?”

“what do you want me to say? ‘oh it’s fine, i’m so glad we made up’”

“i’m just trying to apologize! it wasn’t the right thing to do and i’m sorry i didn’t realize it in the moment.”

“what’s the point?” she asks, “why now?”

“i miss you.” 

she laughs but it’s humorless, “that’s great. it doesn’t change anything.”

“fuck you.” you’re hurt. hurt because she’s hurting you like you did to her. 

“fuck me? fuck you. you break up with me and run off to some faraway city to write your books and ditch everyone here for a decade and now all of the sudden you get tipsy at your friends’ wedding and decide you made a mistake? why don’t you go let your fiancée know.”

you’re angry, the crying-because-you’re-so-frustrated kind of angry, and you feel tears threaten to spill over your waterline. 

“why’re you being mean?” you know you sound childish but you have to ask. 

she’s quiet, all you can hear are her in and exhales mixed with the music playing from outside. her eyes flicker between your own and her face is unreadable. 

“i’m being honest.” she doesn’t sound angry. 

you swallow, she’s still standing so close to you. too close for just a casual conversation, but this isn’t casual. she seems to realize at the same time as you. you’re too busy staring at her lips to notice her eyes flickering between yours and your eyes. you know what you’re doing is a bad, bad idea but you do it anyway. you lean in and just for a moment brush your lips against her own. 

when you pull away you can see ellie’s chest rising and falling under her suit like she just ran a marathon, her lips are just slightly parted. she’s so perfect. you lean in again but this time you’re not slow or gentle.

when your lips crash into hers, she makes a noise. it’s strangled and shocked and desperate. her lips are soft and plush against yours, she’s the first to open her mouth, pleading for your tongue. you grab her face in your hands and deepen the kiss. she lets out another sound, this one a gasp. she was so goddamn reactive. 

she pulls away just enough to say, “stall,” and her lips brush yours as she does. then you’re walking her backwards into one and sliding the lock shut behind you. 

you pull away from her to catch your breath and ellie’s moving to your neck. her lips trace over your pulse, then her tongue, then her teeth. you gasp. she takes your hand and leads it in between her legs. she holds it in place while she grinds down into your palm. 

she looks at you, big puppy eyes and breathlessly whispers, “please.” you can’t find the words so you nod.

you make quick work of her slacks and slide your hand between them and her boxers. you let the heel of your palm brush against her clothed clit and the tips of your fingers against her entrance, 

there’s a damp spot you can feel through her boxers; you pull back to see her face with a smirk, “did arguing with me turn you on?”

she goes beat red up to the tips of her ears and has to close her eyes to escape the embarrassment, “shut up and stop teasing me.”

you kiss her neck, just above her collar, “but you’re so much fun, ellie.”

she lets out a whine when you finally slide your hand past her underwear. you take your time, slowly skimming over her lower abdomen. then lower, letting your fingers brush against the coarse hair there. 

you let just the tips of your fingers brush against her clit and the friction makes her jump.

“sensitive?” you say all honey-sweet.

she just plops her head on your shoulder, nodding. she’s silently pleading you to keep going, you slowly work a finger into her and curl it just a bit. when she’s adjusted you add another. so, so slowly moving them. it was most definitely not enough.

“faster.” she says, it’s all weak and whiny.

“say please.”

she lets out a shaky breath and you see her throat bob, “please.”

“good girl.” she clenches around your fingers.

you find a pace she likes and let your thumb work its way to her clit. 

you’re not at it very long before she’s shuffling and squirming around.

“m’ close.” and her lips work their way back to your neck, sucking at the skin there. you keep at the same pace and a moment later her hand finds your wrist, keeping you where she needs you.

“oh my god, i- fuck” she gasps and you feel her pulsing around your fingers. god you wish you could see her face as she cums but she has it buried in your neck, you can feel the fast puffs of her breaths on your shoulder.

when she’s worked her way through the aftershocks she picks her head up and looks at you. ellie’s eyes are wide and her cheeks are still flushed. from you. you both realize what just happened. what you just did. together. 

you unlock the stall door and leave without a word, silently heading to the sink to wash your hands. ellie is quick to follow, buttoning her pants and stuffing her shirt back into them

“this doesn’t mean anything, ellie. i’m engaged.” fuck. you were so fucking fucked. abby. how could you let this happen? 

“i gonna go find abby.” you swipe you hand at the paper towel dispenser and the bathroom door opens.

“find me for what?”

abby.

she pauses and takes in the sight of you two. her blazer thrown across the sinks. your wine stained dress. the bruises on your neck that are not from her. ellie’s glossy, reddened lips and flushed cheeks. the wine that transferred from you to her white button up. 

fuck.  

[idoiatry]

at the gate...

how does malleus draconia bid you good night?

♪ pairing: malleus draconia/reader

♪ wc: 327

♪ notes: reader is yuu! i squeezed all the diaso characters here LOL no one shall be left behind... crossposted on ao3 and written at 3am (not proofread)

when malleus holds your face gently outside of the dorm vicinity at night, he feels inclined to gaze at your eyes lovingly, hoping that maybe through his stare he can convey his feelings to you that he could never say out loud, and you know. almost immediately you know what he's trying to tell you.

and you can't help but wonder, as he holds you under the night sky with the moon and stars as your only witness, if he's ever felt love before. not the admiration the commoners of a kingdom would feel towards the next heir of a dynasty who has already accomplished so much, or the silly attachment villager girls would have to someone considered princely, who moves so gracefully and elegantly through the crowded street almost as if it was a ballroom dance.

and just by knowing about the adulation he managed to build around himself, it's apparent there's a wall that's blocking him from knowing love so dear.

but maybe that's not the case with you, maybe. because he holds you like you're the finest and last piece of some world renowned glassblower's projects, like he's treading on thin layers of ice on top of a frozen lake.

you both sit there for a while in the comfort of the silence, unmoving, thinking. he feels your cheeks warm, and so does his, but he decides against jesting about it. the wind blows, cold, and you have a feeling lilia was in the shadows somewhere, chuckling about how malleus has grown. surely this gossip will reach silver's ears when he wakes up.

malleus grins, at last, and it's blinding. he leans in, asks you how he can bid you good night, and you say however you'd like to, hornton. he whispers if he can, you nod, and he closes the gap between you.

he hopes sebek doesn't come thundering down towards ramshackle dorm, rattling the gates asking if they know about malleus's whereabouts.

© idoiatry 2024 – do not copy, modify, repost, or feed my work into ai. all writing belongs to me but characters are owned by their creators! please reblog if you liked it, thank you ^_^

[amica-aenigmata-naboo]

True Vampire

Astarion x Y/N - Drabble - 642 WC

Masterlist

Warnings: fluff, cute little fic

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“If I just had a little blood…” you heard Astarion mumbling to himself.

You stuck your arm out to him as you walked up to his tent. He raised an eyebrow, looking at you with confusion. 

“Drink” you said, looking at your wrist once more. 

Astarion kept his eyes on you as he sank his fangs in, noting how you didn’t even wince. He drank for a while before finally pulling back.

“Are you alright?” he asked, expecting you to be woozy.

“I’m fine.” you smiled.

“Why does your blood taste like that?” he asked as you turned to walk away.

“Like what?” you asked.

“Honey.” he said. This wasn’t his typical flirting, you could see he was being genuine.

You smiled brightly at him exposing the fangs you had kept from everyone at camp. You had all gotten this far, what's one more vampire?

“You’re a vampire spawn?” he said, sounding completely baffled. 

“Please, spawn wish they were as cool as me.” you smiled with a slight bow.

“Not a spawn? How old are you?” his face was rather amusing, covered with confusion and disbelief. It was the first time you had seen him look so shocked.

“Older than you.” you said, enjoying watching his brain stutter at the new information. 

“Right… how long have you been a full vampire?” he asked.

“A while.” you said.

“Has anyone ever told you that you are breathtakingly vague?” he quipped at you.

“Breathtaking? Yes. Vague? Only when it suits me.” you smiled.

“I hate you.” he sighed grumpily. 

“You hate that I can best you,” you corrected. “But I’ll be merciful just because you’re so cute all confused. I’m 327 years old. I’m not a spawn. I became a full vampire immediately after I was turned.” you answered all his questions. Planting your hands on your hips you waited for more to flow out of him.

“Immediately? How?” he asked, his eyes full of shock.

“Unlike most I know how shitty most vampires are. I pledged allegiance to him before he turned me, then ripped his throat out as soon as he did. I’m no ones to command but my own.” you said. You watched his face fall a little at the end, reminding him of his own enslavement. “And soon,” you interjected, “you will be just as free, and just as full a vampire.” you cautiously reached out to hold his face in your hands. You saw his features relax for the first time in ages, possibly since you started traveling together. He was always thinking about something. 

“If… I become a full vampire.” he mumbled.

“When.” you said sternly, “There is no other way. I will ensure it, I promise.” 

“You’ve never met a vampire like Cazador, he is ruthless…”

“You’re saying this to the person who ripped out the throat of their maker. We are twice as ruthless as Cazador could ever hope to be.” you smiled at him reassuringly as you thumbed over his cheek bones. His red eyes were big and soft and for a moment, he put his hope in you and your promise. “Plus, you’ll need me afterwards.” you said.

“Excuse me?” he said with disdain but also amusement.

“Who else is going to teach you how to become a bat or how to spider walk?” you asked genuinely, thinking back to how long it took you to learn how to do all that a vampire can do. “That's the thing about being a vampire, Astarion, it takes a really long time to learn how to do all the cool shit.” 

“I’m sure I can adapt quite well, thank you.” he said in his typical posh voice, the vulnerable moment dissipating behind his wall that you broke down momentarily. 

“Of course darling.” you said with a chuckle, licking up the dribble of blood on your hand.

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Naboo's Note:

Still alive!! Life really beat the shit out of me for a hot minute but I'm trying to get back to it, thanks for sticking with me ya'll. XOXOXOXOX

[chrrific]

bullet holes . pjs

wc 327 warnings mentions of death, violence, gangs, pain and bullets pairing mafia! jay x reader

all he knew was that it hurt. like mad. it felt like a thousand needles in his skin; as if he were on a pyre of hot, burning coals; as if his entire body was on fire. the last thing he saw before it happened was your horror stricken, but still painfully gorgeous face; one that he didn’t know if he would ever say again.

going back to earlier that day, he was up against a big gang in the hooded and dark and gloom filled part of the town. the place where all things horrific and terrible happened. and you, being the loving, caring, and concerned girlfriend you are, followed him, which lead to you being there to witness the terrors that went down.

terrible things; weapons and violence. all meant to cause harm to the other, and no thought whether they deserve it or not. it's crazy how you wonder how you're going to die, and then come to the realisation that it happened sooner than you wanted. way too soon.

there was so much he had to give you; so much love, affection and even a ring that he was too scared to do anything about. but it was all gone, evaporated, lost. there were too many words to describe the feeling of a lost opportunity, and he hated it.

but, back to his current state. he was in pain, one that makes you want to scream in agony, flail and squirm and just die already. but he didn't. not yet, anyway. and it was all for you.

the way your touch brought tingles to his soft, tan skin; the way your smile caused his heart to skip a beat; and oh! the way you said you loved him just made him want to hold you tight and never ever let go.

he would take as many bullets as he could, if it meant he got to save you.

tags -> @won-k1ss @liya07v

[07-bilin]

sick miggy

₊˚ପ⊹ summary: miguel is sick so reader decides to come and check up on him >:)

₊˚ପ⊹ relationship: miguel x spider-person!reader

₊˚ପ⊹ warnings: nothing really just fluff >D<, this is comic-miguel coded

₊˚ପ⊹ wc: 327

"lyla? i thought i told you to shut down for a while so i could rest"

miguel groaned as he heard no response from the ai and continued his slumber until his ears picked up on hushed voices followed by a clammer outside of his room.

sitting up from his position, he inched towards his door, a little wobbly but it would have to do as he attempted to be quiet.

"lyla, you're 100% sure he's fast asleep right??"

"of course y/n, last time i checked his vital signs he was deep in slu-"

a bit perplexed by the sudden cut off from lyla's words you scanned the room sensing nothing suspicious until a loud clang was heard and you spun around quickly having your webs hit the light switch to see miguel on the floor.

you tore your mask off and chuckled as you stared at your sick lover.

"looking good miguel!"

"lyla"

now sat together in comfortable silence in miguels room, you smile as you gaze over at the man who was typically sarcastic, stone-cold and a bit of a tyrant turn into a baby kitten.

"c'mon miggy, take your pills, i even got your favorite cup!"

you wave around a mug that reads "the world's greatest brain" as you try to coax the big kitten into taking his medication.

he sighs as he eventually gives in to your pleads and gulps the two pills down and sinks back into his comforter.

"feeling better now?"

miguel looks at you and pauses his words for a brief moment and deciding to wrap you into his embrace enveloping you into his body heat.

"that's better"

you wrap your arms around his neck and lean down and give him a small kiss and smile as you see his eyes give a small twinkle.

you were going to be the death of him, and you knew it.

"y/n, tell me a story to make it stop hurting."

₊˚ପ⊹ a/n: don't know if i like this or not but im extremely sleep deprived so im gonna post this then sleep lmao night night guys :D

[hergan416]

Well, I was "tricked" into creating several short pieces two weeks ago for my Yuumori Rare Ships Discord Server's Drabble Days Event.

Haven't actually promoed it at all outside the server yet, so uh here. Have some drabbles:

The entire AO3 collection with everyone's fics in it can be found here.

I wrote:

Primadonna (wc: 1563 prompt: Primadonna, Rated E(xplicit), sherlouis hatesex/playfighting/rough sex pwp)

A Deal With The Devil (wc: 327 prompt: High School AU, Rated G(eneral Audiences), Albert & Milverton (although the larger AU has endgame Alverton), It is set in high school and it is an AU, but isn't exactly a "high school AU"-- no brothers AU, Eton)

MIrror (wc: 328, prompt Mirror, Rated M(ature), Louis/William, also includes OG William, fork violence, sexual themes and angst) This is my favorite one if you are asking, which I know you're not lkjadlskfja

To Die For (wc: 234, prompt: Vampires, Rated M(ature), alwill, moriarthree, the process of becoming a vampire, sexual themes, underage)