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icequeenbae · 1 year

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Giving Love a Shot (m) | BBH

Previous: Snapshot (m) [pt.1], Shot Through the Heart (m) [pt.2]

Pairing: photographer!Baekhyun x idol!Reader

Photographer AU, Established Relationship, PWP, fluff, smut (the usual)

Warnings: explicit content, unprotected sex, Baek is the god of oral™

Word Count: ~3k

Summary: You and Baekhyun have been trying out the whole ‘dating thing’ for a few months now. He comes to visit you in Japan during your schedule and things take an unexpected turn.

Author’s note: Hey hey, your authornim is back!! Thanks to @hwasdollie who took on and completed her beta duties so swiftly, I am able to post this during my birthday month!! I might be able to post smth else for a different fandom before the end of June as well but shhhhh Anyways, since a few people approached me asking for the continuation of the photographer!Baek story, I decided it's time to get my act together and post it! I hope you like it!! And please don't stay silent, you know I love to chat 💕💕💕

Network Tags: @kvanity-main @exo-writers-net @bbh-net @superm-net

‘Goodnight, Miss.’

You bowed to the hotel staff in a polite manner, looking perfectly put together. They only saw your eyes anyway, with your habit of wearing a mask at all times. Especially now that you had all your makeup removed after the full day of interviews. As your skin got pretty sensitive, you didn’t like to walk around bare-faced where people could see. Or worse, take pictures.

Had anyone asked, you would say that you contained your excitement reasonably well. Considering how giddy you actually felt, knowing that your boyfriend was coming to visit tonight. Actually, you were so impatient that you texted him from the elevator.

‘I’m almost in my room. Where are you now?’

Baekhyun was actually supposed to be there before you, so you arranged a spare key to wait for him at the reception desk downstairs. Of course, you made sure that it was discreet. You left it in a sealed envelope stuffed with blank paper to be passed onto him as soon as he arrived. He didn’t text you back in the last thirty minutes, so you assumed he was probably still on his way.

Swinging the door open, you walked inside and instantly removed your shoes. Your legs were killing you after wearing high heels all day. Checking your phone again, you confirmed that no answer came through and decided to make a quick run for the bathroom.

Incredibly short – in your personal opinion – fifteen minutes later, you were all done. But there was still no response from your highly anticipated guest.

‘Where is he, dammit?’ You muttered under your breath, walking into the room to get fresh clothes.

But as soon as you turned the lights on…

‘Oh my g-’ You covered your mouth to silence yourself.

There, on the armchair, was a neat pile of clothes. Male clothes. Meanwhile, said male was… in your bed. Sleeping like a baby.

There he was, your unreachable boyfriend. Resting up well, instead of giving you a warm welcome as soon as you walked in.

As your heart rate returned to normal, you rolled your eyes. If he wasn’t making an effort to stay awake, you were going to change into comfy panties and a crop top, as sexy lingerie obviously wasn’t on the menu for tonight, and join him. Turning off the upper light, you left the wall sconces on both sides of the bed on. Just for a minute.

You crawled under the duvet, instantly embraced by the warmth generated by Baekhyun’s body.

Two assertive arms snaked their way around your body, hugging you tightly.

‘Oh- you’re awake?’ You whispered in surprise, being pulled deeper into his den.

‘M- ‘f course,’ he murmured, eyes still closed.

‘Yeah, right,’ you snorted, squeezing his bicep in mock frustration. ‘I see you grew tired of waiting for me…’

‘Not at all. Your pillows just smelled so nice. And I know you hate when I get on the bed wearing clothes.’ He said, and you nodded in agreement. ‘So, I showered and decided to surprise you.’

‘By sleeping in my bed?’

You huffed out a laugh, brushing his messy hair out of his eyes as he cracked one of them open.

‘I wasn’t supposed to be asleep.’ He began, watching you with just that one eye, like a sleepy pirate. ‘I had an entire performance planned.’

‘That so?’ You nudged.

‘Picture this: you walk in, and I’m already on the bed buck naked, holding a rock-hard dick in my hand. ‘Enjoy the ride’ banner right behind me.’

‘Oh gosh,’ you coughed. ‘I’m thankful you changed your mind.’

‘I didn’t. There was just no scotch tape. And while I was weighing the probability of you killing me in case I used bubble gum,’ he paused to catch your hand that could very well pinch him for the suggestion. ‘…I fell asleep. Just for a second. More like drowsed.’

‘Drooling all over my pillow?’ You teased, causing him to frown.

‘I only drool when I’m dreaming of eating you out, and we didn’t get to that tonight,’ he said in a tone that suggested it was obvious and you should’ve known better. ‘Drowsed for a sec, nothing more.’

You only chuckled, fingers tracing the lines of his face. His sharp jaw, his prominent cheekbones, his soft lips.

‘I missed you a lot, aegiya.’ He said out of nowhere, both eyes closed.

‘You saw me two weeks ago,’ you mumbled, becoming shy as soon as he used the pet name.

It was so strange, even after these past few months, to see him like this. How could anyone become so boyfriend-y all of a sudden? You had no idea Baekhyun even had a side like this when you decided to get into this relationship. He’d managed to surprise you in multiple ways already; him flying across the ocean just to see you was one of the examples.

‘Exactly. Don’t tell me you weren’t suffering through every single day away from me…’

His fingers traced the skin underneath your top, threatening to start tickling you, and you squirmed, pushing him away timidly.

‘Why are you so lovey-dovey out of the blue? Are you talking in your sleep?’

‘Hey, that hurts. The real question is, why aren’t you? Aren’t you happy to see your oppa?’ He kept tugging you closer as you resisted playfully.

‘Ew. I told you, I’m not calling you that.’

‘Why’s that,’ he leaned in to kiss your neck and you failed to push his face away.

‘Don’t be gross.’

‘You’re my aegi, and I’m older, so-’

‘There’s no kissing for oppas. Or anything else fun.’ You pressed, licking your lips. ‘Only for my boyfriend. Baekhyun.’

He looked at your mouth a second too long, before muttering a low.

‘I see.’

You swallowed, trapped in this demonstrative struggle.

‘I see how it is, Y/N.’ He repeated slowly, catching you off guard with a sudden tug to finally press your body to his. ‘You think you got me all soft for you, so now you can do whatever you wish, hm?’

You bit your lip, shivering in excitement. His voice sounded gentle but low. Whenever he used this tone, you knew it was time to be a good girl.

‘Please don’t scold me, Baekhyunie,’ you pouted, caressing his shoulder sheepishly.

‘You didn’t give me an answer. Are you happy to see me?’ He pulled away slightly to give you a sharp glance.

‘Of course.’

‘That’s it?’ His furrowed eyebrows made him look dissatisfied.

‘I missed you. A lot. Too.’ You mumbled, eyes wandering around his bare chest.

‘Why are you so flustered?’ He continued his questioning, not allowing you to move away from his slow offense. ‘Thinking dirty thoughts already?’

The exposed look on your face probably told him everything.

‘Aegiya,’ Baekhyun smiled, content with your reaction. ‘You’re so easy to mess with.’

‘No, I’m no-’ Your protest was interrupted by a quick kiss.

‘Yes, you are. The moment I lower my voice you turn into a cute little puddle,’ he stated with the most satisfied look on his face before nuzzling your neck. ‘You know what else turns you into a pool of hot mess?’

You whimpered, startled by the pressure of his fingers directly on your clit.

‘God, I missed you,’ he gritted, licking a stripe over your ribs and inhaling your scent.

‘Baek-’ You swallowed, latching onto his shoulder. ‘We can’t be loud here. The girls are on this floor, and what if someone-’

‘This is a five-star hotel, princess.’ He made sure to continue his descent despite your feeble protests.

‘It’s not completely sound-proof!’

‘Don’t worry. I’ll make it quick.’ He smirked, hooking the fabric of your panties with his thumb to get them out of the way.

Making it quick was worse. It meant he was going to go zero to one hundred in a snap of his dainty fingers, and you were in no way ready to handle it.

During the course of your rather new relationship, he’d managed to perfect his oral technique to such an extent that you had to literally refuse him the pleasures of the mouth whenever you were outside the privacy of your homes. It was just too risky. If someone was to hear you…

He tended to make your sessions extremely noisy.

‘Just relax. I know what I’m doing,’ he hummed before poking his tongue out and dragging it slowly over your slit.

‘Oh-’ You grabbed onto the duvet, and he did it again.

Not forgetting to slurp this time.

Biting hard on your lip, you tried to keep still. But even that didn’t help when his wet tongue flicked your engorged clit. You could see him already getting into it. His heavy-lidded eyes watched you through the blond strands, and his mouth opened wide as if he attempted to swallow your entire pussy.

You panted, trying to move away, but he held you securely in place by the hips.

Baekhyun’s breath became heavier and heavier, and the sound of it only made you go mad with the thrill. His tongue flattened out and he moved his head up and down to drag it over your core.

Just as you thought that this was bearable, he did the unexpected. He sucked your clit into his mouth harshly, coating the area with so much saliva you could feel it trickle down to your entrance.

‘A-ah!’ You flexed your abs and pressed at the back of his head, chasing the contact.

Instead of slowing down as he usually did, he continued increasing the intensity. His tongue ran up and down your core with urgency before his lips closed around your most sensitive spot again, sucking harshly and then breaking out into short licks.

‘Baek, stop- I can’t-’ You sobbed mid-sentence as he shook his head lightly, adding stimulation.

At this point, his own breathing was loud and labored, as if he was the one on the receiving end of this hustle.

But, as soon as your breaths became shallow and your muscles started to clench, he ripped himself away and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

‘I just love bringing you to the edge,’ he admitted, licking his lips hungrily. ‘cause then I don’t have to spare your pussy.’

He slapped your vulva abruptly, and you yelped from the jarring sensation, sitting up.

‘Ride me, baby,’ Baekhyun said, dropping on his back as you got on top of him readily.

You wanted to get this over with. You needed him to finish what he’d started.

‘Shit.’ He cursed as soon as you brought your thighs down. ‘Go on.’

Swaying your hips, you focused on the friction against your walls. He always felt so good inside you.

‘Let me help you a little,’ he suggested, taking hold of your pelvis to aid you in your movements.

Leaning onto his chest with your palms, you went as hard as you could. And his thighs met yours, sounding a skin-to-skin slap upon every fleeting contact.

‘M-Baek,’ you whined, messing up the pace.

‘Don’t slow down,’ he demanded, fingers digging into your skin.

‘I can’t-’

He put his palm onto your back and prodded you to lean forward, gaining enough momentum to start pounding into you from below.

‘Fuck.’ He gritted, ignoring your uncontrollable moans and the lecherous noises from where your skin met his.

Baekhyun’s eyes never left your body, and he kept his tempo for as long as he could.

‘Fuck- Fuck!’ He suddenly growled, and you shrieked as you became undone.

‘B-Baekhyun,’ you cried out, held solid by his hands while his dick kept nailing you.

Thankfully, your boyfriend was quick to follow you and find his release. You whimpered as he shook briefly, letting out only a strained grunt to signify that he was finished for now.

He rolled you over to rest on top of your body, his entire weight pushing you down, and kissed you deeply. Both your and his breathing was hectic, but it didn’t hinder the interaction. Your fingers traced his prickly nape, while his tongue played with yours.

You laid like that for a bit before he scrambled off of you, finally letting you breathe properly.

‘I really did miss you.’

He smiled as you said that, and leaned in to press a playful kiss to your nose.

‘I know.’

You poked his cheek in embarrassment. He was a really affectionate boyfriend, and you loved that about him. It did make you a bit bashful though. Strangely, more so than your crazy sex marathons.

‘Thanks for flying all the way here just for me.’

‘It wasn’t just for you. I got a couple gigs here for the next few days,’ he shrugged, and then added. ‘I might’ve gotten those after I bought flight tickets, but sh-h! I can’t let it go to your head.’

‘Why not?’ You pouted, stroking his collarbone.

‘Aegiya, you already behave like a little princess, we don’t want it to get any worse, do we?’

‘Am I not your little princess?’ You narrowed your eyes at him.

‘You are,’ he sighed in defeat. ‘I guess, you win.’

‘What did I win?’ You chuckled, pecking him on the chin.

‘I don’t know. What would you like?’

The answer came with no hesitation.

‘You.’

‘That’s cute,’ he snickered. ‘You already have me.’

‘Hm. Then I don’t need anything else.’

‘Ugh. You don’t even have to call me oppa. I’m already melting like an ice-cream cone in a warm hand.’

You snorted at his words, and he gave you a long look.

‘I wonder what you pictured just now.’

‘Baekhyun!’

‘Alright, you don’t have to tell me.’ He agreed quickly, beaming at you shamelessly.

You shook your head.

‘It probably has something to do with my dick anyways.’

At this you kicked him lightly with your knee.

‘Ouch. Love hurts.’

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You and Baekhyun stayed up super late (as per usual), talking about your time apart, teasing each other and bickering about pet names. So, when it was time for you to wake up and start getting ready… You decided to have some more beauty sleep.

However, after you ignored a bunch of ‘check-in’ morning messages from your members, the usual procedure was carried out – they sent one of their own to wake you up.

‘Eonni, are you up? We have to move out in an hour.’ Your maknae’s voice reached you through the layers of bedcovers and Baekhyun, who was practically wrapped around you.

Baekhyun.

Opening your eyes, you rose on the bed and rubbed your face to get ahold of reality.

‘Eo- eonni?’

The youngest of the group stood frozen in front of your bed, eyes open wide. Even with your brain barely shaken out of sleep, you realized what stunned her.

The blond man in your bed, who had his arm wrapped around you still, stirred from the noise and laid on his back, stretching out before opening his eyes. Your gaze fell on his exposed chest, and you quickly pulled the duvet up to cover the eloquent scratch you must’ve left on his pec yesterday.

‘What’s going on?’ He asked groggily, and the third person in the room finally broke out of her lethargic state.

‘S-sorry!’ She turned around and sprinted out of your room as if a demon was chasing her.

You called after her, but the click of the door locking announced that she was already gone.

‘Ah, dammit.’ You sighed, rubbing your pulsing temple.

Baekhyun’s hand squeezed your thigh to draw your attention.

‘Sorry. I overslept and one of the girls came to wake me up. Go back to sleep, I’ll deal with it.’ You caressed his cheek gently before turning away to get out of the bed.

‘What are you going to do?’

That was the question you had been asking yourself.

‘I’m not sure,’ you admitted. ‘That was our maknae, so… she’s probably told the entire group already. She is… easily excitable.’

‘Maybe you don’t have to do anything.’ He said, looking up at you.

‘Hm?’

‘Just tell them the truth. You’re not a rookie, no one’s going to kick you out of the group or whatever.’

You sighed. He was right, of course, but… You were scared. Admitting that to your group and management would make all of this official, and there’d be no turning back after that.

‘…or, you can just forget I said that. You don’t have to tell them if you don’t want to.’

He sounded neutral, yet somehow you knew he only made it seem like he wouldn’t be hurt in this scenario. Baekhyun truly was perfect in those few months you were together, so there was no reason for you to doubt his intentions. And you also liked him, a lot.

Maybe this morning was more of a blessing than a curse?

‘I’ll tell them. I’m tired of sneaking around anyways.’

‘Really? I found that quite exciting. Being your secret lover. Sneaking into your room through the window and all that.’

‘That never happened,’ you laughed.

‘It could’ve!’

‘Shut up,’ you pecked his smiling lips and picked up your phone.

Dozens of new messages in your group chat.

‘Y/N, if you’re not telling us who that ‘blond oppa’ in your bed was, we’re coming over to your room! We’re dying over here!!’

You read the last message out loud to Baekhyun.

‘That’s why I refuse to call you that. As soon as I introduce you to them, it’s going to be ‘Baekhyun oppa’ all the time. I like to be special.’

‘Gotcha,’ he snickered. ‘But princess, text them back before the whole intervention committee walks through that door. I’m not exactly wearing underwear.’

‘Oh crap, I better.’

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A/N: This is it for now with our freshly domesticated bf Baek~ I hope you enjoyed it the ride so far!! Let me know in the comments/ asks and reblog if you liked it ❤️

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lexsssu · 2 years

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OTP (Monkey King | Sun Wukong)

Flufftober Day 2

TAGS: Wukong/F!reader

“Pinch me, Mei. I think I’m dreaming if I’m finally seeing this and not just in my fanart.”

“Either we’re sharing the same dream, or our OTP finally came true.”

“Shhhhh! Don’t be too loud or they’ll hear us and ruin the moment!”

“...You’re the loudest one here, Tang.”

“After 3 seasons of pining, we’re finally here…I have to take pictures for my scrapbook!”

As the five plus a cat huddled together and argued behind a bush, not too far from them were the objects of their interest.

There you sat upon a blanket laid down on the grass, reading a book as the famed Monkey King himself idly snoozed with his head on your lap. His seemingly sentient tail having hooked itself around your waist as if afraid you’d suddenly disappear while he slept. The hand that wasn’t holding your book ran through the fur at the top of his head, scratching and caressing him absent-mindedly.

“They do know that we can hear them clearly, right?”

Without missing a beat, Sun Wukong slowly opened an eye before he yawned in agreement. “Let them have their fun. S’not like we’re hiding anything from them,” sitting up from his current position, the simian’s equally powerful tail that had lovingly been clutching your waist lifted you up in the air only to deposit you on his lap.

“Be sure to take a good picture and send a copy to me right after, ‘kay?”

The excited squeals of your audience only made you huff and bury your face in your lover’s strong chest, ears reddening as your friends’ jeering and squealing got louder.

#lexsssu writes #lego sun wukong #lego monkie kid #sun wukong x reader #monkey king x reader #flufftober 2022 #cross posted on ao3

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honestlydarkprincess · 1 year

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Last Line(s)

tagged by @wikiangela, @eddiediaztho, @lover-of-mine mwah!

have some more of the migraine fic <3 also pls take a moment of silence for me because when i was copying this snippet i accidentally deleted it !! thank you undo button

“Come on, sweetheart,” Buck whispered, smoothing his hand up Eddie’s flank, the endearment slipping out unbidden. Buck flushed as he realized what he had just said but when Eddie didn’t say anything, just pulled back and moved towards the door, Buck figured that he hadn’t heard him or it hadn’t registered. “Wait, hold on.” Buck took out a pair of sunglasses and gently placed them on Eddie’s face. “Hen said you were having really bad light sensitivity so I brought these.” “Thanks, Buck,” Eddie said softly. This time the wave that crashed over him wasn’t one of pain but rather one of gratitude, love, and longing. Buck taking care of him made him ache in a different way. Eddie adjusted the sunglasses on his face and then grabbed Buck’s hand, in too much pain to care that they’d be walking through the station holding hands.

yes it's a long ass last line(s) shhhhh i just really loved this part

tagging: @bigfootsmom, @lovebuck, @housewifebuck, @princessfbi, @alyxmastershipper, @cowboydiazes, @cowboy-buddie, @mysteriouslyyounggalaxy, @monsterrae1, @loserdiaz, @911onabc, @barbiediaz, @transbuck, @transboybuckley, @shortsighted-owl, @hippolotamus, @spotsandsocks, @moonlightbuckleys, and @theyarnmaidstale

#last line #the migraine fic #jess.writes #my writing #my wips #eddie diaz #evan buckley #buddie #buddie wip #911 #911 fox #911 abc

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divinityiswasted · 1 year

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A Tentative Timeline of DOS2

Ok Divinity peeps here is a tentative timeline for the events surrounding DOS2. Please read more for notes, annotations, and takeaways:

Annotations (bc it's too much text for ALT):

1218 AD:

Lucian Ascends. Saves and adopts an infant Damien. Alexandar is not yet born.

1233:

Great War Starts.

Sometime in 1233:

Great War Ends.

Elven Forest Destroyed by Deathfog.

Lucian Declared Dead.

First Godwoken Killed by Lone Wolves.

1234:

First Lucian's Day.

First Voidwoken appears.

1235:

Alexandar takes over the Divine Order.

1236:

First Sourcerers are detained to Fort Joy.

1242:

Seven prisoners survive a shipwreck and land at Fort Joy. (Start of DOS2)

1244:

Fallen Heroes is said to take place.

Notes from Chart:

It is unclear if the war against the Black Ring in 1233 is the Great War or the Chaos War. I refer to it as the Great War but the text of the game and the lorebook uses both interchangeably

Most points (save Lucian's ascension and Fallen Heroes date) are taken from DOS2 files, DLC, Wiki, and Mortismal Gaming (all linked below). You can take the Fallen Heroes date with a grain of salt (bc who knows when/if it'll come out.) but I wanted to include it's date to further the idea that the DOS2 journey has space to take as long as you the player wants. A 2 week sprint around the Rivellon is just as valid as the 2 years.

You can use the comic as a resource for events note. But it doesn't specify years you're free to add them wherever they make the most sense to you.

Lucian is confirmed "dead" sometime in 1233 before 1234. This is bc the first celebration of Lucian's day and hope for new Divine.

The Great War is separated bc there's nothing that states how long it was.

Notes:

I have a file that contains basically every text seen in dos2 if you need it I've linked it HERE. (You can open this file on notepad, wordpad, or any richtext editor (not Microsoft Word mine crashed ;w;). You could probably edit out the content id tags to make searching easier but those help me realize we're on a new line of text so i keep them.) I basically input every year from 1218 - 1242 AD to check and see if there's any info in regards to things happening that year. I combined my sources with two timelines I had seen from both the wiki (HERE) and Mortismal Gaming (HERE).

Sidenote, shoutout to the wiki which also has a written copy of a lot of the notes in game (HERE). While I recommend people do runs to better understand the origin characters (for example did you know in an origin run Ifan cannot say whatever pisses off Paladin Hardwin to say that he won't have his comrades sacrifice be shoved in his face) and what's going on in their heads, the wiki does a fantastic job of catching some things you might not see on your run. You can't screenshot everything (my computer is calling me a hypocrite i can hear them) and the wiki is a great resource.

Takeaways and what we can do with this info:

I set out with this timeline to figure out one thing. Originally, I wanted to know what reasonable age Ifan could be at the start of DOS2. I got a range of numbers that'd make sense for how I view his character and then was able to make headcanons for every other character based on that. For me tacking down Ifan's life gives me some ideas on when Sebille was taken, how old the Red Prince may be, and when did Beast get exiled. It doesn't help as much for Lohse (who I just think is the baby of the group) and Fane (listen if i just say he's over a millennia old would you all take it?). And in order to do that I needed to know some of the basic events happening in and around DOS2.

I the goal in making this timeline going over the general happening around DOS2's start is to help anyone with fleshing out character HCs and worldbuilding. It helps me when writing to know what things exist in a universe so I add on what I like or highlight parts of history. (I also bc I wanted to give the origin characters a zodiac shhhhh.)

One of the shortcomings of this is that this timeline has a lot of room to expand bc a lot of documents are very human focused/written. For example there's info in the comics that shows there's tension between dwarves and lizards that isn't dated but you could tack one down. I wish Larian had tacked down one event per race (for example: let's say in 1231 the dwarves begin to express concern due to expansions of the ancient Empire into dwarven land) but alas it didn't happen. I also wanted to avoid adding any of my own HCs because the divinity journey is your own and I would like to provide a general resources for those that might need it. If this helps others build their own timeline and world then I did my job. I'll make a separate post maybe one day on each of the characters and the timelines I make for them but that's a problem for future me.

Please lemme know if this helps at all if there's things I can expound upon.

#dos2 #divinity original sin 2 #worldbuilding #headcanons #i hope this uploads right #and that it helps people #i need charts to understand things and break info down

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smallandalmosthonest · 5 months

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seven sentences sunday

tagged by @sibylsleaves

it's more than seven shhhhh this is a snippet from ch2 of my sanctuary (you're holy to me, you're holy to me) which you can read on ao3 here (explicit, ch1/5 up rn)

He could feels the eyes on his back and hear Hen's snickers as he jogged down the stairs and out the door, turning into the parking lot and nearly colliding with a solid wall of muscle.

"Whoa, kid," Tommy said, reaching his hands out to steady him. "Where's the fire?" "Ha ha," Buck mocked, but the smile on his face was all too real. Tommy grinned back, leaning in and pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek. "Hi, babe." God, Buck liked him so much. "Hi, Tommy." "How are you?" Tommy asked, and he threaded his fingers through Buck's. "Good," Buck said honestly. "You're not going to believe what I got to do today." "Oh?" Tommy bumped his shoulder. "Some thrilling heroics?" "Better," Buck said smugly. "Kitty cat, stuck in tree." "You're kidding." "Nope," Buck grinned. "Eddie got pictures." "I'm gonna need copies of those," Tommy said. "I think we can make that happen." Buck tugged on Tommy's hand, pulling him along. "Come on, dinner's just about on the table - " Tommy went where he was dragged, keeping up easily. "Are you okay, Evan?" At Buck's questioning look, he said "You seem a bit tense. I'm not walking into another dude-bros seeking hot chicks situation, am I?" Buck ducked his head in shame at the reminder. "No," he said firmly. "Definitely not. And again, I'm so sorry - " "And again, you're forgiven," Tommy reminded him. "So? What's up?" Buck shrugged. "I think I'm a little nervous? This is just - this is the first time anyone on the team has seemed keen on meeting someone I'm dating since - well, since Abby, probably," he said, the last part coming to him as he spoke. "Huh. It's been a while." "Abby?" Tommy asked, a curious look on his face.

will this fic be 80% bucktommy smut? probably. do i keep accidentally writing little cute moments? also yes.

#ashwrites #7ss #should i be doing my actual job rn? yes. am i writing buck kissing tommy's chin like a goober? also yes.

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girlscience · 2 years

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Tag Game!!

Rules: Make a new post and copy the text from this post and fill out the questions with your answers. Then tag five or more people you want to get to know better. Have fun!!!

Favorite color: I don't have an actual favorite color, I just like dark shades. dark green, dark blue, dark purple, etc. Bright colors are not for me

Currently reading: I have started Weaveworld by Clive Barker, but I'm not very far yet.

Last song you listened to: Love Crime by Siouxsie Sioux and Brian Reitzell (hannibal love song my beloved)

Last thing you watched: One Piece (silly little pirates my beloved)

In school?: nope, degree in biology and minor in chemistry... (I have secretly been sort of looking into masters programs but shhhhh)

Thing you're looking forward to: packëgé

Thing you're working on right now: uhhhh waiting for my supervisor to get back to me about how sterile I need to be for some lab prep work

Can you cook or bake?: yes to both as long as I have a recipe, and I am also getting more capable at cooking without a recipe, however I don't really enjoy doing either

Piece of media you'd recommend to anyone: STARGATE ATLANTIS (every single time y'all it's so good. watch my silly little alien show)

Tagging: @dromaeocore @anilesbian @max-swell @myriad--starlings @everyonesfavoritewitch @devilswearplaid and uhhh anyone else who feels like doing it :3 No pressure if you don't want to do it though!!

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creatureshrieks · 2 years

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i think you know exactly what i’ve been up to , steve . @gareththegreat || Gareth & Steve || ask prompts.

“ Oh, yeah, I know exactly what you’ve been doing. ”

Steve replies with a vague tone of annoyance, his arms placed firmly on his hips as he stances in front of his latest snack haul at the behest of the other. An unfortunately common occurrence when it came to Steve, a man with apparently no backbone when it came to especially determined and stubborn types. Didn’t matter if you were a kid or not, it seemed - You begged enough, Steve was bound to relent.

“ You’ve been trying to trick me into playing that little nerd game of yours for the past hour, ” He further elaborates, entirely unamused by that idea.

“ I’ve told you, man, I’ve got no interest in sitting around, rolling dice, and pretending to be some kind of wizard shooting off ‘ magic missiles ’. Plus, I hear your dungeon master’s a real hard-ass when it comes to your campaigns. Why would I wanna spend a nice Friday night like that? A real waste, if you ask me. ”

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luveline · 3 years

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you know, I'm coming right back [Fred Weasley x Reader]

summary: you're a lonely artist and Fred is your adoring model

word count: 2.4k

tags: reader insert, lonely reader, artist reader, seventh year, kids in love, first kiss, getting together, pining, fluff, friends-to-lovers

It was easy for you, usually, to act fine. To feel fine. Any loneliness that clouded your life was pushed firmly into the depths of your thoughts. You tried to focus on the things that mattered, essays and charms and your art.

You loved to draw. You had sketchbooks filled to the brim with sketches, some half finished, others coloured and lined. You drew everything, though you struggled to bring anything from your memory. Everything you drew had to be done right there, right then, with unsuspecting models. You sketched students eating their dinner, scribbled side profiles when you managed a spare minute in class. But you're most impressive artwork was done in the library, where nothing moved. Everyone was silent. You had pages and pages of bored, tired looking students. When exams approached, you hurriedly copied down the expressions of people on the edge of depression and panic.

You had friends, ish. You knew people. You'd had intense friendships that somehow always ended in awkward drifting aparts. Well, you thought. There must be something wrong with me. They liked me before they didn't, so the fault must've been mine.

You huffed out a sigh, pressing your face deep into the textured page of your sketch book, breathing in the smell of charcoal. You were sketching the illusive Fred Weasley, who you'd never truly drawn before. Maybe you had scraps from your second or third year when you'd still attempted to draw moving objects before getting comfortable and accepting that still life was your forte.

He was maddeningly good lucking when his eyebrows puckered in concentration. He seemed to actually be studying for once, sat at a table with his brother, George, and housemates Angelina Johnson and Alicia Spinnet.

You were sat by yourself, and couldn't help listening to his lilting voice as he bantered with his friends. They were talking about Umbridge (the current victim of the Hogwarts' student body hate train), and quidditch, and their recent ban from quidditch. You'd never played.

"Watch out, dolly fell asleep," said one of the girls.

You bit your lip. You'd been nicknamed dolly by the girls in your dorm because of your porcelain doll you'd had since childhood. Even though this year was your last, you still hadn't felt the need to hide her away. She made you feel much less anxious and alone.

The whole school knew, naturally.

"Don't get any funny ideas," said Angelina, to the twins.

"Come on Angie, you think so little of us?" said George.

"Yesterday I watched you trick a group of forth years into taking puking pastilles." Angelina said.

"It was hardly a trick. We told them they were multi-faceted," said George.

You could hear your heartbeat if you focused. It was in your ears. It bump, bump, bumped.

Bump bump. You flinched, a hand settled on your shoulder quickly moved.

"Wake up, dolly. Library's closing."

You squinted up into Fred's face, head halo'd by candlelight. Lifting your head from the wooden table, you stretched your neck to the left. It clicked.

"Uh..."

"Hmm?" You prompted him, smoothing your hair behind your ears.

"You have - dirt. On your face. Here-" He said, reaching forward. You closed your eyes as he gently wiped the skin above your eyebrow.

"It's charcoal."

"What?"

"It's not dirt," you said, peaking at him through your eyelashes. "It's charcoal."

He looked mildly surprised. You shifted, hoping to cover your sketch before he caught sight of it.

It didn't matter.

"It's me. My gorgeous dolly, you've created quite the masterpiece right there, haven't you? I look vexingly handsome, of course. Thought if that's a consequence of your skill or my handsomeness is anyones guess."

You were lost for words. "Uh, quite."

"Yes, yes, quite. Say, could I keep it?"

"... You want the drawing?"

"I'd love it, if that's okay."

"I," you quickly dug your thumbnail into the paper, tearing carefully at the centre. The paper came away a little ragged and smudged. "Of course. It's yours."

He handled it with care.

The librarian jingled her little bell again.

"Thank you. So, see you?"

"Yep," you agreed.

He nodded his head and bowed out with his friends. You tried not to feel paranoid at their laughter.

You were curled up in a hidden alcove, though it was hardly hidden. Most students knew where to seek privacy in the castle. You just so happened to get there first that evening.

You were trying to sketch Fred again. It felt weird to be missing a page from your book, and weirder still that you couldn't remember his face when he wasn't right in front of you. You tried, but it kept going wrong.

When you finally managed one you liked well enough, you had accidentally ruined it with a heavy hand and the wrong shade of brown.

He looked much too brunette.

You carefully rolled your coloured pencils back up, securing the leather ties tightly so as to keep every pencil confined.

Sighing morosely, you flipped to a new page. Things got so complicated sometimes, it made you agitated. You doodled a little sad face in the corner of your page. When the one thing that you enjoyed in life started to go wrong, it set off your whole mood.

Your birthday was coming up. It had been on your mind a lot lately. You'd spend it alone. That's what you figured. Nobody would know it was your birthday, or if they did, you weren't friends now, so...

You began with an arching circle, bisecting the lines appropriately. Feeling out the familiar lines of your own face came easy, the slight upper tilt of your brows, your hair and your pursed mouth. You always looked sad in the mirror, and it showed, dotted here and there when the only thing to draw was your own face.

The rudimentary outline of a birthday cake took form. The candles were unlit.

In a fit of unhappiness, you scratched out your mouth. It was never smiling.

"What did that piece of paper ever do to you?" said a voice.

You jumped. Fred was peering down at you curiously, wringing his hands. You put your pencil between the soft cover and smashed it flat, closed.

"Hi, dolly."

"Weasley."

"Oh, not even a first name?"

"You neglected mine first," you reasoned, rolling the words. He smiled at your joking tone.

"How rude of me. Hi, Y/N," he corrected himself.

"Hi, Weasley."

He smirked.

"Anymore of me in that blessed vessel?"

"Nah. You never stand still."

"If I pose for it?" He asked. You patted the ground in front of you.

He was a lovely model. He stayed infinitely still, more still than you imagined possible for him. He sat at a 3/4ths angle, chin up but not too far, mouth tilted and eyes open.

His eyes were the one thing he couldn't keep still. You tried not to flame in the cheeks everything you'd catch his gaze on you.

You sketched fast, choosing to hatch rather than render, big swooping lines to give the illusion of a depth that wasn't really there. You would've loved to do a full render, maybe even a colour portrait, but he was beginning to look a little antsy.

You set the book on the floor to face him and pushed it into his eyesight softlt. He turned. He looked nice like that, face bent, hair falling into his eyes.

After a moment, he began scrounging through his robe pockets. He set down a box, a lighter, a pair of gloves.

Finally, he set a galleon onto the floor close to your crossed legs.

"For you," he said, smiling at your inquisitive look. "For the drawing."

"Oh, I can't accept that. And I'd like to keep this one, if it's alright."

Fred thought for a moment. "Alright, you keep it. And the galleon, too, for the one you gave me the other day."

You bit back a smile. "I can't take your money, Fred."

"I can't keep having you draw me for free. It's as valuable a service as anything else. Plus, I'm not sure if you know, but I run a lucrative business these days."

You picked up the coin, rubbing your thumb against the engravings thoughtfully. "It's hardly a service."

"A talent, then. A skill. You're very good."

You're neck almost snapped as you looked into his face, wanting to assess his expression for genuineness. He looked earnest, and kind. You blinked away the gathering heat behind your eyes.

"Thank you."

He waved a hand at you. "Think nothing of it."

"Really-" you cleared your throat, "-you're doing me a favour. I'm not good at drawing things that move."

"I'm sure you're better than you think," he said.

You shook your head, smiling smiling smiling.

"What's in the box?"

"Oh, this old thing?" Fred weighed the box in his hands. It was soft at the corners, like a simple jewelry box that you had in your trunk. He offered it to you. You opened it carefully, the lid sliding free with a shhhhh sound. Inside was an evil looking fruit pastille, a match stick and a dried up flower petal.

It felt like a very private thing to see, suddenly. Such an eclectic collection of items couldn't be random.

"The first puking pastille George and I made. Or rather, the second - the first was forcibly fed to Lee Jordan in our third year. The match stick is from my Uncle's matchbox. I never met him. And the flower was from Ginny, when she was 9." He sounded nervous.

"It's a memory box."

"I- yes. It is. Things are sometimes so miserable now, with Umbridge and you-know-who. Scary, even. I look at them when I feel like it won't ever end."

You took them in for a little while longer and then placed the lid onto the box with nimble fingers. You scratched the lid with a fingernail.

"It's nice. You're right. Things are so awful right now, it's good to have reminders of why we keep going."

"Exaclty. Dolly, can I interest you in a fruit pastille?"

"Not on your life."

"They're perfectly edible!"

"Sure, Fred."

The honest conversation you'd shared with Fred was a catalyst between you. He often came to find you, each time whining and nagging you to just sit in the library like most people do.

"What, so your housemates can throw paper balls at me?"

"They thought you were sleeping!"

A likely story, you thought. He sometimes asked you to draw him, posing with the elegance of a natural born model. It was great for you personally, you felt that you were really getting a feel for his face. Eventually, you were able to draw his face from memory, the details of his nose coming to your fingers as easily as a first year spell.

It became about capturing emotion. You could capture his likeness now without a second thought, but his emotions were much more complicated. How would you show his veiled frustration the day Umbridge kicked him off the quidditch team? Through the clenching of his jaw? The shy veins in his forehead? How did you showcase the fear when he'd come back to Hogwarts after Christmas break, through his eyes, downturned and squinting just a little?

Today, it was poorly hidden elation. "How come you're so happy?" You asked, pencil between your teeth. He grinned. You measured his face with your thumb in the air, forming an L.

"Is it a prank?"

"You're thinking too small."

"A new product?"

"Still need to go bigger!"

"Hmmm," you hummed. Measure twice, cut once. Or in your case, sketch once.

"George and I, we're gonna open a shop."

"A section at Zonko's isn't enough for you?" You asked, casually, though you were very very happy for him.

"It's going to be amazing. We're going to run it, just the two of us, and you won't catch me in these scrappy long sleeves anymore. The next time you see me, I'll be in a full suit and tie."

"The next time? Is that not tomorrow?"

Fred closed his mouth, realising his mistake. He had revealed something he hadn't intended to. "We're leaving," he confessed. "We were going to wait for our NEWTs but... Well, we won't need them. This is going to work."

"So. You're leaving today?" You asked, crestfallen.

"Hey," Fred said, rubbing a placating hand over the curve of your shoulder. "Tomorrow. During the DADA OWL. We have a plan."

"This is goodbye?"

"No! No. Not if you don't want it to be. Actually, I've been meaning to ask you something, and maybe now isn't the best time, I had this whole letter planned and I didn't want to distract you from your exams and-"

"What do you want to ask me?"

Fred straightened. "I wanted to ask - will you go out with me? Not, you don't have to be my girlfriend if it's too soon, I'd love to take you for food someplace, I was going to ask you to Hogsmeade, but when the shop officially became ours, the plans changed so fast and I didn't know if you'd still want-" you cut off his rambling.

"I'll be your girlfriend," you said.

"You will?"

"Sure, if you'll be my boyfriend," you murmured.

Fred moved the arm that had been on your shoulder to the nape of your neck. "That's a dealbreaker," he said, leaning in.

He kissed you chastely on the lips first and then pulled back to look into your face. You chased him, a moment of bravery, and opened your mouth to taste him. He was sweet, like sugar. Your sketch pad crinkled beneath you both as he pressed forward. Your chests touched, heaving.

"You're not gonna be my boyfriend?" You asked against his mouth, breathing hard.

"I'm gonna be much more than that, dolly," he said heatedly.

Your mouth was tingling. "Kiss me again?"

You gasped at the force of him, laughing. He laughed too against your lips, and the sound tickled. He gave you a multitude of short and sweet kisses before pulling away again.

He wiped the wetness from your lip with his pinky finger. "Godric, you're cute. Look how flushed you are! You're insane."

Something churned in your stomach. The butterflies had acquired a trampoline. You felt happier than you had in a very long time. "You're not half-bad yourself, Weasley."

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dnarez · 3 years

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Chapter 27 - Hands On Your Back

(I changed my mind again :) now this is an readerXshinso book)

You are lying down on something soft, chest down, also covered by a thin blanket, the surrounding noises are from a machine beeping and... soft breathing?

As you open your heavy eyes the first thing you see is golden hair and bright red wings around you, like a blanket. It takes you a few seconds to realize that your brother was lying next to you not touching you with his arms but with his wings, so that you would be safe with him.

Licking your dry and cracked lips, your breath starts to get uneven, heart beats raising as your eyes gloss over with tears. "Kei-nii..." a cracked and small whisper is everything that you can do.

Now lightly panicking that you can't wake him up, you don't even try to hold your tears as you shake his shoulder with the small strength you have left. "K-Kei... go"

With a few more shakes you get him to open his eyes, and he smiles at you with his own tears forming "Good morning sleepy head, how are you feeling?" his voice was just like yours, barely a whisper as he pets your head and clean your tear stained face.

"W-what happen? Who? Where?" Your mind was running too fast for someone that was in a temporary coma, which gave you a huge headache

"Shhhhh... It's okay, everything is okay, I will tell you everything later, now I need you to keep calm and focus on your breathing" he put his hand on your lower back and breathed deeply. You copy him and calm down after a few minutes "I will get up and sit on the chair, so I can reach the call bottom okay?"

You nod, and he does as said, but don't take his hand off of your back.

He presses the button and looks back at you "After the check-up, as soon as they let you go we can go home"

"Home?"

"Yes" he gave you a bright smile "Our home"

You smile back and look at the door that was open as a nurse came in, she smiled at you, she looked relived "Glad to see that you are up, your brother and your friends were worried about you" she has long white hair, a tail and ears that look like wolf ears with black tips, and pure obsidian black eyes, void of any other color.

"Friends?" You look at her and then at Keigo

"Yeah! Here, look!" Keigo points to your other side, and on your bedside table was a few flowers, cards, two books, a drawing of you, dark shadow and Tokoyami smiling. Even if it was only a few things it made you feel precious, it made you feel like you are someone that was missed, your sniffs startle Keigo who runs to the other side of your bed to make sure you are alright, only to be meet with a big smile and happy tears on your face.

He chuckles at the sight and brush your hair off of your face "They are annoying, and why do you only have male friends???" Keigo huffs and crosses his arms looking pissed.

You giggle and pats his hand "Don't worry I only have eyes for one guy"

He puffs his chest and held his nose high, it was too hard to resist the teasing, so you didn't "Oh! now with you, we have two" you say holding your laugh.

"TWO!? It's that Shinso guy that you like isn't it?! He came here three times, and two of those he brought books! I admit that it was very cute to hear him telling you stories for a few hours, BUT EVEN SO! No... now that I think about it... all your friends are more tamed than the ones that I find around my patrol... hmm..."

Your face was already red from embarrassment, but after the last comment he gave, your face and neck was all red, just like Keigo's wings. "Now that I think about it, if I had to choose one of your friends for you to date, I totally would pick Shinso" he nodded to his own words, he turned around and saw you hiding your face on your pillow, he got closer to you with a smile that would send shivers down Satan's spine "Do you perhaps... like him?"

His face meet with a pillow as he laughed at your expense "STOP TEASING ME!" you try to sit up, but pain shot through your back making you give a high pitch scream.

The nurse that was checking around jumped into action staying between Keigo(that now was panicking) and you.

"Y/n-chan please take deep breaths, I know it hurts, but I can't give you any kind of sedative, you just woke up from a coma, so I will need you to calm down" her voice was firm but didn't lack on kindness "That's it, just like that" her hand applies light touches on your bandaged back, but it doesn't hurt, not one bit.

"I-it doesn't" you shallow dry "your touch... doesn't hurt..."

She gives you a small smile "It's my quirk, I can accelerate the healing process as long as I am touching the wound or the person wounded"

Keigo calms down on the background and sits back on the arm chair sighing "Please don't scare me like that again"

"Kei-nii... please don't lie to me... what will happen to my wings?" you extend your hand, and he takes it on his.

"I would never lie to you about this, you don't need to worry, your wings will grown back just fine, it will take a while but don't worry, you will be ready to do your test" you look at him like he has two heads.

"Test? What test?" the nurse keeps lightly patting your back while she heals it.

"Oh! Since you just woke up you wouldn't know" he clears his throat as he takes his cellphone from his pocket and starts to read "The council board of UA, has decided that Miss Takami Y/n will be given a chance to prove that she can transfer to the Hero Class. The test will be given by Aizawa Shouta(1-A's teacher), and monitored by Hizashi Yamada(English Teacher). The test will be announced on the day, but it will be a two part test, with physical and written exams. It is recommended that you take extra classes beyond your own, and since the Pro-Hero Hawks, volunteered himself as a private teacher, we expect big things from Miss Y/n, further information down below, blah blah blah, go beyond Plus Ultra!" he finishes reading and fist bump the air.

"I-I got in?" You look surprised at him.

"Almost! You are halfway through!!! We can train when you get better! You totally will get in" He pets your head and keeps smiling.

"I want a hug" you pout and the nurse lightly slaps your forehead.

"Don't you dare to try to get up again! I'm almost out of energy here" her soft hand move around some more, and she stops

"Oh yeah! Miss nurse! How long do you think it will take for her to be able to go home?" Keigo tilts his head

"You can call me Amaterasu, and she will take a few weeks, two maybe three, to be able to fly, and if I keep healing her everyday she will be able to go home this weekend" the nurse Amaterasu says as she takes notes.

"Cool! But-... what day of the week is? And what time it is?" you look at the window behind Keigo, but the curtains are draw closed

"It's Sunday and right now it is~..." Miss Amaterasu stops taking notes and looks at her watch "3AM!" she smiles brightly and goes to the door "I will inform the doctor that you woke up, I am around here only at night, by day your nurse is my twin sister, she's a trickster so be careful" she waves her finger around and closes the bedroom door.

"So~... You have a crush on the purple guy" he chuckles and looks at you once again red face

"Fuck off Big Bird!" you huff and out looking at him

He gives a full belly laugh and nods "Okay okay, I will leave you alone now lil birb" Keigo kisses the crown of your head and smiles getting comfy and you both wait for the doctor with light chitchat.

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agfanforever · 4 years

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(Shhhhh I’m copying this text from my other giveaway)

This is a giveaway for this Isabelle doll! She is a used ag doll from Isabelle’s 2014 release. Her vinyl and cloth body are in perfect condition with the exception of some small (extremely light) purple ink stains under her chin and on her arm. Her hair is in perfect condition, her ears are pierced, and her hair is styled.

If you’re interested in owning her please REBLOG! I will write the usernames down and randomly draw. Giveaway ends on AUGUST 22nd .

If you would like to add in the tags why you want her I would love to read them but this is not a requirement. Good luck everyone, I hope whoever wins her enjoys her!

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symbio-ratio · 4 years

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No I am not the Ray-Bans folks

I just want to warn folks because I see there are notes on the post. If you got tagged in this:

Don't touch the post. Don't like it. Don't reblog it. Don't even comment on it. It's a virus thing that'll make your account post this post to further spread it.

There are other posts talking about this virus and I'll link it after this goes live because I gotta find it, but since these were the people tagged, I'm tagging y'all with this. Hi, hello, please forgive me for this.

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Tumblr says I can only tag 50 people but I don't know if the rest of the names actually got tagged so I left them there. I had to hand type all those I could tag because copy and pasting didn't work (and then some of those folks wouldn't even tag) so bear with me. I just don't want to see this spread because folks don't understand. I don't know if those 7-8 notes on both of the Ray-Bans posts are bots or actual people but better safe than sorry.

#This was not what I expected to wake up to today but its Nov.3 so why not.#I know I know none of you but I do know Galuby and I hate to see their blog like this #I don't want to see this spread further so please leave that post alone

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whitherliliesbloom · 5 years

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Favorite FFXIV OSTs Meme

What’s up boomers and non-boomers. I made a tag meme that I hope nobody has done before yet.

Rules are simple. List your top five FFXIV (and ONLY XIV) OSTs from each category and any honorable mentions if there are any! It’s not necessary to rank them if you aren’t able to. You’re also free to add any comments or list any additional soundtracks that may not fit any of the categories listed! Then tag as many friends as you wish!

Top Five Dungeon Soundtracks

A Long Fall (The Twinning)

Insatiable (Shadowbringers Final Bosses)

Locus - The Primals (The Twinning Final Boss)

Ink Long Dry (The Great Gubal Library)

A Light in the Storm (Pharos Sirius)

Honorable mentions: The Ancient City (Lost City of Amdapor HM), Unbreakable - Duality (Fractal Continuum HM), A Land Long Dead (The Burn), Earth Wind and Water (The Swallow’s Compass), To Fire and Sword (Holminster Switch)

Top Five Trial Soundtracks

What Angel Wakes Me (Titania)

Who Brings Shadow (ShB final boss / ShB main theme)

Wayward Daughter (Tsukuyomi)

Final Steps of Faith (Nidhogg, yes all three phases.)

From the Dragon’s Wake (Seiryu)

Honorable mentions: Sunrise (Suzaku), The Worm’s Tail (SB final boss), Equilibrium (Sophia), Woe that is Madness (Bismarck), Fiend (Sephirot)

Top Five Raid Soundtracks

Rise (A12 - Alexander Prime)

eScape (O11 - Omega)

Exponential Entropy (A11 - Cruise Chaser)

Song of the Ancients (The Copied Factory)

Weight of the World Prelude Ver (The Copied Factory final boss)

Honorable mentions: Locus (Alexander Boss), Metal (Alexander Boss), Landslide (E4 - Titan), Blinding Indigo (E3 - Leviathan)

Comments: Can you tell I really really like Alexander raid music? Also I know Song of the Ancients isn’t a ffxiv unique track but just shhhhh

Top Five Location / Area Soundtracks

Neath Dark Waters (The Tempest at that location)

Drowning in the Horizon (The Azim Steppe)

Fierce and Free (Il Mheg)

Civilizations (The Rak’tika Greatwood)

Sands of Amber (Amh Araeng)

Honorable mentions: Knowledge Never Sleeps (The Crystarium night), Serenity (The Black Shroud), Night in the Brume (Ishgard night), The Quick Way (Kholusia night), A Father’s Pride (Yanxia), Sultana Dreaming (Ul’dah night), Lost in the Clouds (Sea of Clouds)

Top Five Beast Tribe Soundtracks

The Garden’s Gates (Pixies)

Indomitable (Kojin of the Blue)

777 Whiskers (Namazu)

Piece of Mind (Vath)

Keepers of the Lock (Ananta)

Honorable mentions: Anything other than the moogle theme god please

Top Five “Other” Soundtracks

On Our Fates Alight (Amaro mount theme)

Culling Time Theme (The Feast)

Papaya (Easter theme. This song makes me happy, okay?)

A Fierce Air Forceth (Onsal Hakair (Danshing Nadaam))

Dreams Aloft (Cid’s theme)

Honorable mentions: Moonfire Faire, Decisions (Little Ladies’ Day), The Kiss (Valentione’s Day), Rencounter (Shadowbringers combat theme)

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The Mile High Club—Jimmy Page Smut

Summary: Jimmy comes into the Starship, utterly exhausted and frustrated from dealing with the press all day. Once he sees you lying on that big fluffy bed, he realizes there’s only one thing he can do to rid himself of the tension.

Hey everybody! Here’s another Jimmy smut for you! It’s amazing how inspiring he is isn’t he? Wanna give a quick shout-out to @ledoftherings for helping me add more oomph to this story. You rock girl! As always please let me know what you think, and if you’d like to be tagged in my next story, just ask!

Warnings: Smut, a lot of smut.

You were lying down on your stomach, fully engrossed in your dog-eared copy of Pride and Prejudice. You’d only read it countless times before, but you couldn’t help yourself. It was just that good.

Plus, the more you reread it, the more you noticed the similarities between Mr. Darcy and your boyfriend, Jimmy. They were definitely the strong silent type, mysteriously alluring, casting a spell on you that left you breathless.

You loved being with Jimmy while he was on tour. it was exciting, going to all sorts of different places and meeting new people. Yet at the same time, you valued the more intimate moments: late at night, everyone else on the starship either partying or blacked out, you and Jimmy would sneak away to the bedroom in the back of the plane for some alone time.

Time that was either spent a. Talking about nothing and everything at once, b. Making sweet love, or c. Option a leading into option b.

You yawned and stretched your body before leaping off the king-sized bed and headed out to the saloon. Glancing out the left hand side windows, you saw with a bit of disappointment that the boys were still talking to the reporters. You knew this was all part of the lifestyle, but the press could be so nosy and rude sometimes.

You looked down and saw your boyfriend looking absolutely delectable and utterly bored at the same time. A soft breeze brushed his long, black curls away from his face, revealing a far-off look in those emerald eyes of his. You couldn’t help but swoon over the green silk shirt he was wearing; it brought out his eyes so nicely.

Of course it didn’t help that it was almost completely unbuttoned, revealing his lean torso and stomach. That silver pendant he had on was nestled in his tuft of chest hair, making you bite your lip in frustration. Did he dress this way on purpose?

Then there were those tight black jeans. You were done for.

That’s it, you thought to yourself. I’m getting my kicks after he’s done getting his publicity.

With that, you shuffled back to your room to get ready.

“Y/F/N? Where are you?” Jimmy called out. He knew you couldn’t have gone far, how could anyone get lost in an airplane?

Then he remembered something: It’s a slow day, where else would she be and what else would she be doing?

He twisted the knob on the back bedroom door, expecting to find you splayed out across the big fluffy comforter with a book in your hand.

Upon entering the room, Jimmy was right about one thing: you were definitely on the bed, but you sure as hell weren’t reading.

His green eyes widened a bit as he took in the site before him: you, wearing that two-piece black lingerie embroidered with flowers that got his heart racing, sitting up with your legs crossed and your left hand casually draped on the bedpost behind you.

Jimmy slightly tilted his head back, narrowing his eyes at you with a slow nod. “So I’ve found you then.”

You flashed him a mischievous smile. “So you have,” you murmured. “Now what are you gonna do about it?”

Jimmy bit his lip, the corners of his mouth turning up in a hungry grin. His anger at the press for asking personal questions about his love life was transforming into a primal desire to rip off your clothes and fuck you until you were unable to walk.

“I plan to show you who’s in charge.”

Suppressing an excited squeal, you reached behind the pillow and pulled out Jimmy’s polka-dot scarf, dangling it in your hand as he made his way to your side of the bed. “Guess you’ll need this, then.”

Jimmy leaned down slightly and took your face in his right hand, tilting it upwards so your E/C eyes were locked with his bewitching green ones. “I’ve trained you well, haven’t I?” He asked with a slight chuckle.

“Too well,” you giggled as you reached up to embrace him. Given the significant height difference between the two of you, you stood up on the mattress so that you were roughly the same height as Jimmy. Stretching out your arms to wrap around his shoulders, Jimmy took you in his own arms, wrapping them securely around your waist as he pressed his soft, full lips to yours. Your eyes fluttered closed as the kiss deepend, opening your mouth to allow access for Jimmy’s tongue. His large, rough fingers danced along your curves in a steady and tantalizing manner; your stomach was all aflutter with each brush to your skin. As you explored each other’s mouths, you suddenly found yourself being lifted from the mattress as Jimmy picked you up for a brief moment. You felt utterly weightless in his arms, the lust between you growing with each, deep kiss. He sat you down again with himself on top of you, never once breaking your embrace.

You continued to kiss until Jimmy pulled away and brought his lips to your neck, gently suckling a love mark near your collarbone. “Jimmy,” you sighed into his ear. You lifted your hands to knead his soft, ebony curls, wanting to feel as much of him as possible before that scarf prevented you from doing so.

“...so beautiful…” he whispered as he created a trail of kisses starting from the center of your neck down to the valley of your breasts.

You carefully moved your hands from the soft tips of his curls to the sides of his hips, slowly bringing them around from his back to his torso. You fondly stroked the hair atop his chest, relishing at the mere touch of his velvety skin against your tips. Like Elizabeth finally giving into Darcy, you too were surrendering yourself to the sweet devotion you’d been craving all day. Your devotion grew stronger with each delicate touch of his torso.

Jimmy let out a fierce groan as you traced your fingers along his stomach; you took that as an eager invitation to undo the rest of the buttons on his shirt.

He quickly lifted himself upwards to shrug off the top; once it hit the ground, he pulled you up off the bed so you were both standing at the foot of the mattress. Once more, he placed his calloused yet tender hands on your cheeks as he brought his head down to your own. His hot breath sent shivers down your spine when he spoke in rough whisper.

“I’m going to allow you the use of your hands to take me in your mouth, then you will be confined. Is that understood?”

“Y-yes,” you stammered as Jimmy pulled you in for a kiss. You broke away from him for a moment to come give him a little smirk before you brought your lips back to his, then delicately moved them downwards towards his chin and the nape of his neck. Your lips twitched into a small smile against his stomach because he was moaning at this point; you were getting closer to your goal, the two of you barely able to contain yourselves.

“Christ,” you heard Jimmy murmur when your lips finally made it to his jeans. You opened your eyes just a bit to see his fully hard length outlined in the fabric. You bit your lip; this was gonna taste incredible.

“Stop staring, Y/N,” Jimmy ordered. “Or we’ll stop playing.”

You felt yourself growing wet at his words; that tone of his did things to you you couldn’t even begin to describe.

You deftly unfastened the button on his jeans and undid his zipper, locked your thumbs in his belt hooks and dragged his jeans and boxers down low. Jimmy shook them off his feet before you took his firm, hard cock in your hands, planting a soft kiss at the tip. You softly stroked the sides of his member before inching your mouth further and further towards the base.

“Take it,” Jimmy gasped. “Take it all.”

You planned to do just that. You moved your lips back and forth along his length, your cheeks hollowing as he thrusted himself deeply into your mouth. You felt his tip near the roof of your mouth, his precum trickling down your throat. You swallowed up the sinful, salty sweet juice.

“Mmmm,” you sighed as you drank up your boyfriend’s liquid. “So good.”

His hands, which had bunched up your hair in a messy ponytail, traced down your neck and onto your shoulders. His hands dug deep into your shoulder blades, and he yelled suddenly as he fully unleashed his cum down your throat. You savored the intoxicating flavor, a special kind of lemonade made just for you.

You slowly dragged your lips down his member and deftly took your mouth off with a loud pop.

“You’re delicious,” you told Jimmy with a wink. He chuckled between heated pants as he helped you too your feet and lifted you up in his arms. He pressed his forehead against yours; raising a palm to his cheek, you brought his face closer to yours until your lips were reunited in another series of flaming kisses.You gasped in delight as you felt his fingers unhook your bra, revealing your fully firm breasts. Jimmy came fully undone at the exquisite of your bare body.

When you pulled apart for air, Jimmy gave you a side smirk and gripped both of your hands together with his right one. “And I’m sure you’ll taste delectable, my love.”

He tied up your hands with the silky polka dot tie so your arms were bound behind your back. Once more, Jimmy picked you up in those strong arms of his and placed you on the mattress, using his rough yet gentle hands to prop your head so it was resting upon the down pillows.

Your arms were raised above your head, allowing Jimmy to take full control.

“Jim...please…” You murmured.

“Shhhhh,” Whispered Jimmy with a smack of his lips. “No begging.”

Securing your arms above with his right hand, Jimmy moved his lips to your right breast and danced his tongue along the now hard bud. His other free hand massaged your left breast.

Jimmy knew what he was doing, and it was driving you crazy. You also knew you had been waiting for this all day, so you kept your mouth shut as he worked his magic.

His left hand traveled down your breast and stopped at the edge of your panties, which were only getting wetter by the minute.

“Tsk, tsk,” Jimmy clucked his tongue as he moved his palm closer to your heat. “You’re practically soaked, and these were my favorites on you.”

You pouted at this. When would the teasing end?

Not long at all. Jimmy brought his hands down to your hips and carefully took your panties off, placing one palm behind your back and bringing his face down to your lower waist. Kissing the area between your belly button and your womanhood, Jimmy brought his fingers to your entrance and gently moved two digits inward. You spread your legs further apart to grant him more access, his fingers working their power within you leaving you breathless. Jimmy made his way to your sweet spot where he rubbed his middle finger around in circles, igniting your already blazing fire.

“Christ, Y/N, you feel beautiful,” Jimmy groaned as he worked his digits inside of you. He pumped his fingers in and out of you, establishing a rhythm as solid as any of his songs had. You only grew more and more restless at this, the knot in your stomach increasing in tightness.

Jimmy took his fingers out; they were dripping with your fluids and he licked them clean.

“Mmmm,” he sighed as he set his eyes on you. “Delectable, just as I imagined. And we’re not even through yet.”

Your eyes fluttered closed as Jimmy positioned himself so he was on top of you, his tip mere inches from your entrance. You felt his hot breath tickle your ear as he brushed his nose along your jawline and planted a soft kiss on your cheek.

“Are you ready?” Jimmy asked huskily with a sincere look in his eyes. That’s my Jimmy, you thought to yourself as you looked up to him. A devilish angel who controls me and cares for me simultaneously.

“I’m ready,” you whisper with a kiss to his nose. He chuckled as he moved his hands down from your face and along your body; his palms stopped at the place where you would be connected.

Giving himself a few quick pumps before entering, he finally pushed in and you let out a gasp at the contact.

“J-Jimmy, I‒” words escape you as you feel his large, rough hands grip the sides of your chest, all the while his cock going in and out of you fiercely. Your mind was slipping into a trance, your only thought being how rejuvenated you felt after having been neglected of your lover’s touch for only a short amount of time. All of the shows, rehearsals, those damn interviews...all faded into oblivion. All that mattered now was you and Jimmy reigniting the passion you both craved.

Jimmy’s grunts and your gasps were the only sounds to be heard as he continued to pound into you, your head spinning as you grew closer to the edge.

“You’re such a good girl, Y/N. Taking me so well.” Jimmy’s coaxing you along only heightened your desire to ride this out for as long as possible. His words, his movements… everything about him created the ultimate high that you never wanted to come down from.

Your eyes were a bit misty with tears as Jimmy kept pressing against your sweet spot. This hurt, but it hurt so good. It was a sensation you would die for.

The further Jimmy got to his climax, the more powerful he felt. He knew you were fully devoted to him and only him, but he also knew you would do anything for him. The fact that you were in love with him on top of you being his perfect little goddess made him realize how stunning you were, both inside and outside. As his thrusts grew greater and greater he vowed to himself that you would be with him as long as possible.

“I’m c-close Jimmy,” you whispered.

“Almost there, love, Jimmy coaxed you. “I’m almost there.”

You couldn’t believe it: Jimmy wanted to come with you at the same time.

Suddenly, the knot inside of your stomach exploded and you felt yourself let go as Jimmy filled you with his seed, the pair of you screaming in absolute pleasure.

“Yes, take it, take what’s yours,” Jimmy sighed as he came down from his high.

His thrusts slowed down until they came to a complete stop. He pulled himself out and pulled you close to his chest, undoing the scarf around your wrists before planting sweet kisses against your forehead and running his fingers through your hair.

“That,” said Jimmy, “was the best part of this god awful day.”

You giggled as you both lay back down on the bed, facing each other. “Mine too, Mr. Darcy. I needed something to do besides reading.”

Jimmy chuckled at this as you snuggled up closer to him backwards, preparing for the spooning that would last all night.

“I love you, Y/N,” Jimmy whispered into your ear as he wrapped his arms around you in a loving embrace.

“I love you too, Jimmy. So much.”

With a final kiss, you drifted off to sleep in Jimmy’s arms. The Starship had just lifted off ground; you’d be in London by tomorrow afternoon.

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