#...i think i'm now deep enough in the wall of tags to admit. that in my heart this is a kurasen au

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This came from a randomized AU prompt involving flight attendants and characters meeting in a coffee shop - I went with the main four meeting in an off-brand airport starbucks (plus melody because I have a blorbo agenda here :P), but got thoroughly sidetracked drawing melody + pika as flight attendants haha

(gon & killua meet in the airport and quickly hit it off, but while goofing off they accidentally bowl over leorio who really needed that coffee after 18 hours in transit back to medical school

kurapika is about ready to murder leorio - not for the coffee stain, but because he didn't apologize sincerely enough - but then gon jumps in very politely and says it was his fault and he's very sorry. kurapika decides to let it go :)

some handwavey logic later and they all end up on the same plane. kurapika gives gon and killua extra bags of the little pretzels and nearly kills leorio again for trying to flirt with melody. they all have a feeling it's not the last time they'll cross paths 🙂)

[madschiavelique]

Hi Ily

Miguel who says he doesn’t want kids after gabriella but secretly tries to breed reader 🤭 breeding press, ass up head down, missionary but he holds knees up to readers chest afterwards for a minute? Anytime reader confronts this he denies it LOL lowkey gaslighting them

GN reader tyyy

aww ily too nony !! hope u like it hehehe

summary : miguel said he didn't want kids after gabriella... but sectrely tries to breed you content warnings : SMUT (18+) minors dni, pnv sex, breeding kink, scent kink (miguel can smell reader's ovulating), gn!reader, no use of Y/N word count : 627 tag list : @fandom-ash

A moan washed through your hot breath against Miguel's cheek as he thrust into you once more, making you feel as if he were buried even deeper within you.

Your calves rested on his shoulders while your knees were on either side of your head, grazing your ears.

"Miguel-" you swallowed as your voice caught in your throat, "I'm too full."

But that was all he was looking for.

Miguel had raised your hips, pressed your legs against you to drive his cock even deeper into you. He had to touch you to the core, make sure his cum would fill you completely and guarantee that you would bear his children.

You were already full, but he had to go on and finish one more time, as much for his own pleasure as to make sure you'd end up pregnant.

He could already picture you, your rounded belly that he caressed and kissed as you carried the fruit of his success inside you.

His chest was pressed against the soft skin of your thighs, his fingers gripping one of them firmly as he moved down to kiss your neck before only pulling his head back to admire the view.

He had before him the most sublime vision of all, your gaze all hazy and dumb fucked, breasts pressed and cunt just taking him perfectly.

His pupils turned red, his rhythm quickening while he let out low grunts as he came to kiss you.

He couldn't think of anything else, his only thoughts all focused on breeding you. He had to make sure you were full enough so that, if he pressed down on your belly, hi cum would drip out of you excessively.

Your mouth whimpering his name, your nails tracing long lines down his back and leaving crescent moon marks in his arm, your smell...

You were ovulating, and that's what made it so uncontrollable. That plump, warm, irresistible smell - how could he control himself when you smelled like that? You were ready for him, your body itself caressing his deepest instincts.

Your walls were so warm, enveloping him to perfection.

"Take it all in," he growled as he felt himself coming, accelerating harder inside you.

He bit into your neck, licking the trail he'd left. His scent mingling with yours was just so exceptional, he couldn't get rid of it, and didn't want to : it felt like pure heaven.

He grunted with a final thrust as he sank deep inside you, feeling his cum filling you all warm once more as you moaned at the sensation.

He came to press his forehead to yours, breathing open-mouthed before coming to kiss you, not moving from the position. He was still buried deep in you, making sure you stayed full and nothing came out.

"Are you... trying to get me pregnant?" you murmured against him, still breathless as Miguel nuzzled his head into your neck, inhaling your intoxicating scent.

He bit his lip and wrinkled his nose. He knew well that you suspected his convictions about not wanting any more children were dubious.

"Don't you like being so full of me, mami?" he'd asked, hoping to deflect the conversation.

"I do, but-" he came to kiss you, cutting you off.

"But what?" his voice was calm, honeyed.

"You said-" but he interrupted you again.

"What I said didn't matter." he sighed as he kissed your cheek, grinning against it as he came back to face you. "But what matters more to me now is that you admitted to liking it."

He raised your hips a little higher even than before, bringing his fingers against your clit which drew a moan from you.

"Then you won't mind if I continue."

Good things can always be overindulged.

[satorusluver]

Wanna Bet?

Satosugu x female reader

Minors DNI

Tags/Warnings: smut, threesome sort of, slight breast play, alcohol mention (they're sober tho), princess as a nickname because it's my weakness lol

Word count: 800 ish

A/N: Idek what this is, it was just a scene in my head that's been sitting in my drafts so *throws it at you and runs*

You stare down at the panting mess of your friend Satoru under you. He's sprawled out on the bed, white hair blending in with the pillowcase. His hands are gripping your thighs and his fingertips lightly dig into the soft flesh as you grind back and forth on him, the outer lips of your pussy sliding up and down the length of his hard dick. You've been doing this for a couple of minutes now, never working up the courage to actually put it in. It's clearly getting to Satoru, who looks like he'd be about ready to start begging if his pride would let him, which it won't. But now he's chewing on his lower lip almost hard enough to break the skin, and his icy blue eyes keep rolling back as he gently grinds up against you. The stimulation feels good, but never quite enough.

"I don't know what you're so afraid of, it's not like you're a virgin." You hear the deep voice of Suguru from behind you and feel his large hands ghost over the curve of your waist.

"I-I know...but look at him, he's huge," you stammer, looking to where the fat head of Satoru's cock is peeking out from between your pussy lips.

"He's no bigger than me," Suguru replies smugly, his hands still trailing up your waist until he cups your breasts, and although you can't see his face, you can hear the grin in his voice. "Don't tell me you're too much of a baby to sit on a dick?"

"If you keep talking shit, I'm not gonna let you fuck me after him," you hiss, your hips still slowly moving back and forth on Satoru's length, the friction against your clit causing you to stifle a moan as you try to sound firm.

"You're the one who got drunk the other night and admitted you've always wanted to know what both of our dicks felt like." As he speaks, the pads of Suguru's thumbs tease your nipples until they stiffen under his touch.

God, that was embarrassing of you. But really, who could blame you when you had two of the most attractive men you'd ever seen as your closest friends? It's honestly a miracle it took so many years for you to let your attraction to them slip.

"Well, you guys are the ones who said you wanted to actually let me do it!"

"We did. So why don't you go ahead and actually put it in?" Satoru finally speaks, bucking his hips impatiently. He's trying to keep his cool, but a hint of desperation is creeping into his usually cocky voice.

"He's right, haven't you tortured poor Toru enough? Come on, lift your hips a little. I'll help you since you apparently need it..."

You do as Suguru says, lifting your hips up, and you watch as his hand curls around the base of Satoru's dick so casually you're a little thrown off by it. The lack of any and all hesitation has you silently wondering if he'd done it before, but you don't have much time to think about it before Suguru is lining up the head of Satoru's cock with your entrance, gently moving it back and forth against your slit to get it wet enough to go in with ease.

"Go on then, princess. Or do you need me to hold your hand, too?" Suguru's making fun of you, but he actually does interlace the fingers of his free hand with yours, and his lips brush against your own affectionately.

You groan into Suguru's mouth the moment you finally sink down onto Satoru's cock, and you can feel his lips turn up in a smirk at the sound you make. You take in a sharp breath at the stinging feeling the stretch causes once you feel him bottom out. For a moment, you're silently cursing yourself for ever admitting you wanted to try this, but then your walls begin to adjust to his size and the pain begins to melt away until all that's left is the feeling of being deliciously and utterly full in a way you've never felt before.

"Fuck," Satoru curses, "she's so fuckin' tight."

"Yeahhh?" Suguru drawls, his voice somehow sounding even lower than usual. "You look like you're trying not to blow your load already," he chuckles. Well, at least you're not the only one he's poking fun at.

"I'll last longer than you," Satoru insists, although his teeth are gritted slightly as though he's already struggling with his self-control.

"You wanna bet? We got all night after all, don't we, princess?" You feel Suguru's hot breath just below your ear before he playfully nips at the sensitive skin there, and you brace yourself for what is about to be a very long night.

[angelltheninth]

Bakugo Wants a Reward for Having a Higher Score Than You

Paring: Pro Hero!Bakugo Katsuki x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, fingering, kissing, bully romance, possessiveness, grinding, mention of a hard on, name calling, coming in pants, marking, finger sucking

A/N: Pro Hero Bakugo would 100% hold his placement over your head.

As always, Bakugo knew he'd be a few spots higher than you, and as such his smug grin never left his face, "Can't handle a little competition? Hardly competition for me but you could use it if you wanna catch up. What? Got mad?" He follows you all the way to the main break room, hands in his pockets and that high and mighty walk of his

Possessive and a little bit protective he will scare off anyone else who tries to bully you

Its a weird thing to see Bakugo stand up for you but he always says it's cause you can't do it by yourself

"Don't matter how high you are, you're still below me. Isn't that right? Oh? An attitude with me? Think that's smart?" He scowls at you as he walks you back against the wall, eyes lowering to your skirt, "Wearing that for the award ceremony? At least I had the sense to wear a suit. Why'd you put this on I wonder?"

His thigh slotted perfectly between your legs, the material of your panties slowly getting wet from the friction and pressure applied to your clit

Lower lip caught between your teeth you were able to muffle some of the noise but not all

"Ease of access for me. I appreciate that." His grin spread across his whole face, you wanted to slap it away but you couldn't do anything but grab at his tie and shoulder when you felt his fingers drop under the line of your underwear, spreading your wetness around

Your mouth dropped open in pleasure, the smallest moans falling from your lips, "All this for me. Does it excite you to get fingerfucked by someone so skilled? I'm the best you're ever gonna get, you know that right, you little bitch?"

Your legs spread for him and you found yourself grinding down against his palm, trying to get more friction on your clit

Bakugo wasn't having any of that, "You ain't in no position to take control. When you come it's gonna be because I allow it." His leg moved yours to the side more, panties down your legs, catching drops from his two rough fingers now pushing in and out of your needy cunt

Not that you needed to tell him you needed him, the lustful look in your eyes was more than enough, but a low grunt of his name and an admition of fucking good he is to you still left your mouth

There was a brief look of shock on his face, something almost no one can see, but it was gone just as fast, replaced by his lips on your, "Think I don't know how well I fuck you? Fell what you do to me?" He moved his fingers out of the way and pushed his bulge between your legs instead, "It's hard cause of you. You should feel honored that a Pro like me has any interest in a loser like you." His words were much too harsh for the types of hot, passionate kisses he gave you, moving his head to the side to get his tongue in as deep down your throat as possible but then planting a few quick ones when he moves back for air

He was indeed as hard as a rock, hot as lava and grinding against you at the perfect angle

Your panties were moved to the side, "Leaving my clothes on, can't be giving you my cock when you didn't earn it." His cock as your reward, fuck, it was already good but, inside you it might be too much for your brain to handle

Needing him this badly, wanting to turn around and be fucked by him was wrong but your brain and your pussy weren't on the same page

"You should really learn to shut up when I tell you to. Why do I need to do everything?" His slick covered fingers pushed into your mouth, making you moan at your own taste somehow tasting sweeter on his fingers, "If you like it that much on my fingers imagine how good it'll be when you're cleaning my dick."

Your body went slack with white hot pleasure coiling and finally snapping at your core, only you were left empty, pussy clenching around nothing

Silenced by Bakugo's fingers you could only pull him closer by his tie, hold his head close and ride his clothed cock until he let out a string of curses, leaving a wet spot of his own on his pants

"Damn, need to clean these up." You looked at him wide eyed, stunned by how smug, yet casual he seemed about just making you come all over his pants, "Did you really think I'd risk being late for my own award for the likes of you?" He laughed as he pulled away and cleaned his fingers with his tie, "Tell you what," Bakugo leaned in close, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine again, "I'll let you suck my dick after, that will be your prize. And mine. Loser."

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I Come With Knives Pt10

Astarion x gn!Tav/Reader

Not proofread. I was supposed to be editing text for a class, but I suddenly had to write this chapter or I wouldn't be able to sleep. It is almost midnight.

Also, I'd like to remind everyone that I have not played the games, so I know none of this is accurate to the events, and I'm sure a lot of the things I write about are happening out of order, but don't worry about it. Think of it as an AU, or as, ya know, a story that was written just for fun because I love these silly little guys too much

I'm almost out of space on my masterlist for links so I might move some fics from the First BG3 Masterlist to the Second just to keep this story all in one place. But we'll worry about that when we get there in a couple chapters

Warnings: references to kidnapping, references to emotional abuse/manipulation, alcohol consumption, references to slavery

Word Count: 1,639

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First Baldur's Gate 3 Masterlist - Second Baldur's Gate 3 Masterlist

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Young tieflings ran around, playing games with each other and causing mischief. You couldn’t stop watching the way they teased and laughed and got along so well. When one tripped and fell, the rest were there to help them up, holding hands as they continued running around. After so much darkness and death and fear, to see so much energy and unbridled joy overwhelmed your heart.

A frown slid onto your face as you tried to think back to your childhood. Had you run around with the same reckless abandon? Had you tripped and been helped to your feet again? Had you teased and laughed and had not a care in the world, once? All you had were tiny fragments. A familiar wall here, the impression of a fence there. Silhouettes without faces; with no defining features at all. Years of your life, missing.

You could remember the night you were stolen away. The feeling of being lost, and a beady pair of red eyes staring hungrily at you with a smile that stretched too wide. The gravely promise of helping you find your home.

You shivered and hugged yourself close, shaking your head to jostle the memories from your mind. Now was not the time to dwell on the past. You won this battle - that’s what mattered.

Astarion sat down beside you on the log, a bottle of wine in hand. The light of the campfire danced across his features in a way quite familiar to you by now, and yet you couldn’t help tracing the shadows that defined his cheekbones and eyes. He smirked at you. “Something on your mind, darling?”

You sigh. “Too much, I think.” You turn back to the kids. Halsin had somehow calmed them down enough to demonstrate whittling a duck. They were completely enraptured, with wide eyes and pleas to teach them how to do it, too. “We’ve been on the road for weeks trying to do the seemingly impossible, I just forgot what was at stake. Not just our own lives, but theirs, too. Everyone’s.”

“Hm, and you’re going to carry it all on your shoulders.” He holds a goblet in front of you, urging you to take it. Red liquid settles inside, a deep, dark crimson. “You need to relax, love.”

You chuckle. “I don’t really know how,” you admit. You carefully take a small sip. Your face scrunches up immediately.

He laughs, taking the goblet back from you and finding absolutely no resistance. He swirls it around. “Well, in my experience, it’s very difficult without a good vintage and not just vinegar in a fancy bottle. Fortunately for us, my dear, I happen to have saved a bottle from one of our many expeditions. And,” he leans in conspiratorially, “I may even be convinced to share.”

“Oh really?” You tilt your head, squinting your eyes like you didn’t trust him, but the grin dancing on your lips gave the ruse away. “What’s the catch?”

You think he likes when you joke with him like this. It’s so difficult to get a chance with so much on your mind, but there’s a twinkle in his eyes almost one-to-one with the spark in the tiefling children’s eyes. “No catch,” he promises, “just your company. Away from all this.” He sighs, scowling as he leans back. “I can’t say I enjoy being looked at like some hero.”

You scoff. “You are a hero.”

“You’re the hero,” he insists. “Don’t go lumping me in with every goody-two-shoes that’s gotten stabbed in the back for being too nice.”

“Hm. And would you be the one doing the backstabbing?”

His scowl softens. His eyes do, too. There’s something warm there. You can’t name what it is - it’s completely foreign to anything you remember - but you feel… safe in his gaze. Protected. “You can consider your back perfectly safe, as long as I’m around. Cross my, erm.” He clears his throat. “Now, will I be enjoying the night alone?”

You look around. Some of the kids are cutting away at wooden lumps, with gentle guidance and supervision from Halsin. Wyll and Karlach are talking with cheeks as flushed as their skin tones allowed. Shadowheart is enjoying some wine and Lae’zel is nearby, but though they glare there’s no threats. At least, not any that will be taken out tonight. Gale has contented himself with cooking a large meal to feed all the hungry mouths that abound, reading a book with every spare second he has. Everyone is happy, everything is peaceful. Why shouldn’t you slip away?

“Where did you have in mind?”

He smirks and stands up, dumping the nasty wine from the goblet into a bush before he offers you a hand. His touch lingers longer than you think it will. You even wonder if he was going to gently tug you along with him, but he lets go. He slips into his tent briefly and emerges with another bottle and another glass. The vinegar-wine has disappeared, perhaps for him to drink later despite his complaints. With a smile and a nod to the treeline, he leads you into the woods. The sounds of the party fade away behind you.

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The moon is huge in the sky, full and bright. There is no need for candles when her light chases away the darkness in a cool, blue glow. In a clearing in the forest, you’ve settled down on the ground, cushioned only by soft grass. The bottle was almost empty by now. You don’t know how many glasses you drank, but you felt full and warm. Content. At peace. You didn’t feel the need to jump at every shadow, nor did you have any fear in your mind for what could linger in them.

You laid back on the ground and stared up at the brilliant sky overhead. Astarion lay beside you, wondering if he would have ended up here if he’d ignored your past, ignored your kindness, and tried manipulating you as well.

“Thank you,” you say out of nowhere. You flush at how loud it was, but he just smiled. “For this, I mean.”

He hummed, turning his head to look at you fully. “I never even considered… Was this your first time drinking?”

You giggled and turned to look at him, too. “Was it obvious?”

“Not at all,” he huffed. He had that soft look in his eyes again. It seems to have spread to his smile, as well. “You do make for a very lovely drunk.”

You roll your eyes, looking back up at the stars. “I’m not drunk. Just a bit…”

“Tispy?”

“Mhm.”

He traces your profile, studies the way the moon highlights your features so masterfully. It’s almost as if your years of servitude had disappeared. All inklings of battle and torture were gone. All that remained was you, him, the moon and the stars, and the grass beneath you both.

You roll onto your side, cushioning your head with an arm as you look at him. “What’re you looking at?”

He chuckles softly. “I thought that much was obvious, dear.” He rolls over as well, mirroring you. Like this, the moon catches your face differently. It’s no less beautiful.

You huff. “What are you thinking about then?”

Oh, so much. He couldn’t recall a time when he’d simply laid with someone without sex being involved, but part of his mind was quite occupied trying to be sure. Other worries for the future, about Cazador and Kir Parthene, came and went, as they always did, leaving a residue of their passing like a thick sludge trailed behind them. More of these thoughts worried about you. About your freedom. About what would happen to you after all this. The thoughts that dominated his mind tonight, though, were far simpler, and far sweeter.

He reaches out to trace a finger along your cheek. Your skin is warm, as it usually is, but the flush in your cheeks from the wine makes you feel even warmer. He can see your mind fighting instinct as it tries to decipher what to do. But then you’re leaning into his touch, welcoming him to continue. He cradles your cheek in his palm.

“I think you look beautiful in the moonlight,” he admits. His voice is merely a whisper. “And I think, if you weren’t drunk right now, I’d liked to have kissed you.”

You laugh softly, out of shock more than anything. A compliment that wasn’t followed by something cruel, that wasn’t intended to act as a bandage, combined with the genuine care in his words. The only kisses you’d received in these years had been along your body, across your shoulders and on your neck, but they were never real. They were all for your master, a reminder that you belonged to her. This was not that. Tears prick at the corner of your eyes.

“I think I would have let you.”

He smiles and strokes a thumb below your eye, brushing away a tear before it ever has the chance to fall. “Well, we have plenty of time ahead of us.” He trails his hand from your cheek down your arm until he’s holding your hand. He brings it to his lips, and presses light kisses to your knuckles. “One day soon, perhaps.”

You wipe at your other eye. “I’d like that.”

Once he’s kissed each knuckle, you pull your hand from his and wrap it around his waist, pulling yourself to cuddle against him. He easily welcomes you, wrapping his arms around you and drawing you even closer. You press your face into his chest. He pets your hair in long, even motions. As you revel in the safety of his arms and the moonlight, and as he indulges in your body heat, you both eagerly await what the future will bring.

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[spider-bren]

Holy Hands Will They Make Me A Sinner | Matt Murdock x Reader

Pairings: Matt Murdock x GN!Reader

Tags: Priest Matt Murdock, Married Matt Murdock, Mention of sexual desires, Catholic Confessional

Summary: Priest Matt is the object of your desire and you confess to your sins

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What does that say about me that I was able to tempt the devil?

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You walked into the church, echoes of your footsteps loud in the silence of the vast space. A breath escaped you. Knowing. Always knowing the weight of your sins on your shoulders. It was with you everywhere you went. Could have been tattooed on your skin for all to see. You slid into the confessional booth and drew back the curtains. You knew who was behind there. Whose face you saw every night before you went to bed. 

"Are you there, Father Murdock?" 

A pause. Every nerve ending ignited at the sound of his voice. 

"I am. What brings you here today?" 

"Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned," you breathed. 

You were supposed to say the usual routine : it's been __ days since my last confession… but you were past such things. You came here sometimes just to talk. To confess privately. He knew why you were here. You came every day now. 

"I lust after a married man," you began again, as if he didn't know, as if they haven't been talking about this for weeks. 

"Twenty Hail Mary's." 

"What will that do, Father?" It was pointless. Same thing over and over. No matter how hard you tried you couldn't fight it. "Neither you or Mary can save me now. I keep thinking. These thoughts late at night. Do I tempt him as well? Does he feel for me as well?" 

"That's not advised," he simply said. 

"But I want him to be as wretched as I am. Because it's a sickness, Father, and I want him to be plagued as well." 

"You shouldn't bring people into your own sin." 

You nearly rolled your eyes. 

"Father, what sins do you commit?" 

"I'm human, much like you. There are things I also have to contend with." 

"Like what?" 

He chuckled faintly. "You want an example?"

"Yes, please, Father." 

"I...I had sex before. Before. Before my sanctioned marriage to Karen." 

Your heart pounded loudly in your ears. You could feel the heat flush down your body at the thought– the thought that he had done all those things. Images of him flooded through your mind. His back. His teeth baring into a growl. Deep guttural groans. His body moving, his hips thrusting. You blinked. 

"How many times?" You asked. 

You heard the struggle in his voice. "A lot." 

"How much is a lot?" 

"….a lot. And sometimes I feel I cannot escape my past. It's part of who I am. The devil is never far away." 

"Do you long for it? The past?"

"More than I want to admit." 

"Oscar Wilde said the only way to resist temptation is to yield to it," you added. 

"Oscar Wilde was a sinful man by the church's standards." And you could tell he was smiling. 

"So you think lust is a sin? Do you not lust after your wife?" 

He cleared his throat. "I have personal relations with my wife not to be discussed here." 

"So you've never got a hard on when your wife hugs you? When you feel her body pressed against yours? When you smell her perfume and hear her breathing in your ear‽ When you touch her skin? When she whispers things to you? Is she not the only one that can tempt you?" 

There was a heavy stillness. You practically heard him breathing hard through the wall separating the two of you. 

"I know what it's like to be tempted. I know how it feels to be consumed in it. I urge you to not succumb to these feelings." 

"What if I have already, Father? What if I am just waiting to do something about it?" 

"What would you do?" 

The question stunned you. He had never asked this before. Never wanted to know your lustful thoughts. 

"I have patience. Although I want my desires to be fulfilled, I can wait until I know he wants me just as much. I'm curious to see how easy it would be. How loyal he is. How far he would go to resist me. I think my words would be enough. I wouldn't have to tempt him with my body." 

He licked his lips.

[darethshirl]

Writing Pattern Tag Game

super late with this but better late than never! thank you for the tags @fadedsweater, @anneapocalypse, and @dragon--sage 🥰🥰 tagging back @roguelioness, @sarsaparillia, @korcariiwitch, @queenaeducan, @rosella-writes, @dreadfutures, @melisusthewee, @mel-0n-earth and anyone who sees this and wants to do it tbh!

Rules: list the first line of your last 10 fics and see if there's a pattern!

Goblins were disgusting, wretched little creatures, but even Astarion had to admit they knew how to throw a party.

from i'm not beaten by this yet (you can't tell me to regret) (bloodweave, explicit, 3k words)

It was only after Astarion had finished the kill—after the gut-deep slash, the satisfying spurt of blood—that he realized he was being watched.

from tear it through my heart (again, again, again) (tavstarion, mature, 4k words)

The cemetery was a quiet, unassuming little place, hidden between a shabby building and a formerly-tall church wall that was swiftly falling into ruin.

from cradle me with grace (tavstarion, explicit, 3k words)

Baldur’s Gate buzzed with all the activity of a healthy city, lively and unchanging throughout the ages.

from so long to this wretched form (tavstarion, teen, 4k words)

The tower at Moonrise was both more imposing and more cramped than Astarion had imagined.

from take me under, take me home (tavstarion, teen, 6k words)

The moon shone high overhead, and Ketheric Thorm’s world was crumbling all around him.

from deus proditus (Ketheric study, general, 1k words)

The thing was, Astarion really had wanted her from the moment he’d first laid eyes on her.

from let me wrap my teeth around the world (tavstarion, explicit, 5k words)

In retrospect, John should have waited before bringing his friends back to life.

from like prometheus we are bound, our godforsaken lot (John/Mercy/Augustine, The Locked Tomb, general, 2k words)

It starts so abruptly that Cliff doesn’t even realize what’s happening.

from you know how to make me crawl (Cliff/David, Black Mirror, explicit, 1k words)

Despite everything, and despite what her future memories will tell her, Erica grew up relatively happy in the House of Slaughter.

from ain’t it a gentle sound, the rolling in the graves (Erica study, Something Is Killing The Children, teen, 2k words)

so!! first of all I'm surprised I had to go deep enough that I ran out of bg3 fics lmao. I'd almost forgotten I'd written that black mirror fic!! and yet I didnt go far enough to reach a dragon age one 🥲 I really have left this fandom huh (for now! 😤🐺)

second of all, I'm surprised by how short some of these are! I definitely think of myself as more wordy, and I prefer my longer sentences when I look at this. I think the weakest are the bg3 ones in the middle where I have to establish which act we're in (and let me tell you I STRUGGLED with that Baldur's Gate city description, it was literally the last part I wrote in the fic and you can kinda tell i wanted to get things over with aksdh)

I do prefer the ones that are more character-centric (poor Ketheric, so dramatic lmao). I think if you're going in fandom-blind John's line is the most striking (he can bring people back from the dead???) even tho if you have the context it's not that impressive an opening 😂 And I super enjoyed writing astarion being a dick about goblins!

but I gotta say my favourite line is the "it was only after Astarion had finished the kill" etc etc from tear it through my heart 🥰🥰 in fact I liked that line so much I made it the summary! these are the kind of vibes I want to always achieve 👀 also, honestly, I should start in action/medias res more often! it seems like a fun style I've tragically underused so far

[bonny-kookoo]

KTH/JJK: Dreamer 1

In which both Taehyung and Jungkook decide that there's enough love for three.

Tags/Warnings: poly, strangers to lovers au, hybrid reader, personal trainer kook, high end clothing label owner&designer tae, mild angst, mentions of (past) homelessness

Additional Chapter Warnings: just cute, so hints at homelessness

Chapter Length: short/mid

Next ->

It's early morning, sun not even fully up, streets still wet from last night's rain, as you walk around town.

It's quiet for once, and you enjoy it; the faint smell of a bakery starting to bake up their goods before they open up for the early customers, birds starting to fly around, first cars driving past. You're yawning; in search of a place to sleep- the night unsafe for you to rest as a stray.

You're so tired that you don't even notice the way you fall asleep slowly, back against the wall of the small bakery as you sit on the bench in the front; its nice here, cozy, makes your dreams turn vibrant with colors. You faintly hear two men talk to one another, before one hushes the other to be more quiet. "..do you think she might need help?" asks one, before the other answers, voice deeper.

"maybe she's just waiting for her owner kook." he says, before the voice named kook responds.

"but it's not even open yet." he says, giving a valid point- a hand steadying your body as you became more and more limp, unable to sit upright any longer. "what do we do?" kook asks, before the other deeper voice answers with a sigh.

"let's wait until the shop opens, maybe someone there knows more about her. " he explains his plan. You're slowly slipping, suddenly falling to the side- landing on something firm but soft, warm, with a nice smell to it. You're asleep- while Jungkook looks down on you, your upper body resting on his thighs as you're both on the bench in front of the shop. "have to admit, that's kind of cute."

"about what?" Jungkook asks, not even noticing how he'd started to softly rub your cat ear between his fingers, an action that makes you purr in your sleep.

"do you think she's a stray?" jungkook asks his lover, who shrugs, before he sits down on the other side of you, mindful of your tail.

"it seems like it." he mumbles more or less, watching your exhausted form sleep in his partner's lap. "no collar, no bracelet either." he hums, before he takes another look at you, in thought. "but even if she has an owner, I'd like to talk to her."

"I think she's perfect for the white spring sets." he mumbles, as he watches the way jungkook's inked hand plays with your ear.

"I thought you wanted to scrap it?" the young personal trainer asks, stopping his movements in the process.

"I did." Taehyung answers. "but.. I changed my mind." he smiles when you open your eyes tiredly, exhaustion clear on your features, even when shock overtakes your expression. You stand in front of them and bow in shame, tail now anxiously pressed against your leg.

"I'm so sorry!" you murmur quietly, before a hand pats your head, and someone chuckles.

"no need to be." Jungkook smiles, before Taehyung leans back with a smile as well.

"do you have an owner?" Taehyung flat out asks, making you squirm on the spot.

"uh.." you start, before he cuts you off.

"we're not from hybrid control. But I've been wondering-" he starts, before touching his bottom lip with his finger deep in thought. "would you be interested in modeling?"

"me?" you wonder, taken aback by it. "like, nude stuff or..?" you start, wary, but Taehyung shakes his head, man next to him wide eyed for a second.

"no no no, rather.. Ah, here." he says, giving a small card go you. Kim Taehyung it reads. Lead designer and CEO. "I have a new collection and you're perfect for it. I'm not just saying that to lure you in." he promises, and you look at the man at his side.

"don't worry, you dont have to say yes-" he explains. "he can come off as a bit forward sometimes, but the choice is always yours.

You shrug. "okay, sure." you say, before yawning. "I uh.."

"you can sleep in the car if you'd like." Taehyung says after getting up, visibly excited now.

"Tae she didn't even agree to staying with us in the first place!" Jungkook chuckles. "I apologize for him, it's been a while since he's been this energized. You're probably still tired." he sympathizes, and you instinctively shake your head. "we're not going to hurt you. Promise. Wait.. Here." he says, giving you something he pulls out of his wallet. At first, you think it's money-

But it's his ID card.

"keep it. As a security." he grins, and you try and give it back- but stop when he gets up and leads you to the car instead with ease.

You'd like to blame it on your exhaustion, but you know you'd never be able to win any physical fight against him ever.

So when you fall asleep in the car, you hope that the feeling in your gut is right.

That your dream might finally come true.

[milkybonya]

stupid o'clock _ felix

order 046, @chewryy : large coconut milk tea with taro balls

barista notes_i'm so sorry this took me so long T--T i love you so much <33 enjoy it ^-^

warnings: injury/blood mentions, definitely 1k+

#: mafia!felix, (gn)barista!reader, inspired by victon's stupid o'clock

!_it's love at first sight for Felix, who is part of a mafia unit that will be using your café as HQ

[💌: i've been reading so much on here recently and so many authors just make me go !?!?!?!? the talent is insane.. i have so much to learn i feel so small T'T)

i can accomdate your fantasy

Felix was not a simp. nope, he was far from it. in fact, him observing you to know what you like was totally normal. it was also normal that he changed himself to become what you like.

maybe... it wasn't normal.

but he was not a simp. mafia members couldn't be simps.

it was a regular tuesday when his eyes fell on you for the first time.

his unit of the mafia, 08, had changed their meeting spot to the café you worked at. the rest of your workers, and also you, all knew that you were hq for the mafia. it was the condition for receiving such a large sum of money, enough to help bring the business back to life.

your café was failing, hard. your boss was worried and didn't want to lay people off. then, the leader of 08 managed to find your café and offer a large some of money to make it hq. how could your boss say no?

anyways, back to tuesday.

08 walked into the café, dressed like regular people. you were sweeping and mopping behind the counter, thinking they were just customers here to take a look despite the door sign saying [closed] to prepare for 08's arrival.

"i'm sorry, but we're closed today--" you started.

"earl grey lemonade," said Bang Chan, the leader.

your eyes widened, you dropped the mop and scurried to the back to get your boss. earl grey lemonade was 08's code word.

at this point, Felix still hadn't seen you yet. he was talking with Seungmin about something. it was when you hurried back out, standing behind your boss, when he finally saw you.

you.

do you see me now?

was it love at first sight or was he just intrigued?

the way your apron was hanging crooked on your frame because you rushed around so much, the way your uniform underneath had flour stains from working the bakery that morning, the way that your shoes were somehow so clean, your hair was neat and your sleeves were rolled up equally on both arms.

Felix got lost in your eyes.

don't give me those anxious eyes

you were staring at Bang Chan, who was talking to your boss, but Felix still got lost in those precious eyes of yours and how you chewed on your lip. he didn't know you, he didn't know a thing about you but he could tell you were nervous. he felt bad. he wanted you to be comfortable--

"Felix!" Bang Chan called.

"yes," Felix spoke softly.

your eyes were on him now and he became the nervous one.

"i need you to help y/n clean up their basement. that's where we'll be situated when we're here. y/n can't do everything alone so go help them out while we figure things out up here," Bang Chan said.

y/n... was that your name? ah, how could he have missed it. it was even written on your name tag, along with a cute drawing of your favourite fruit beside it.

you stepped away from your boss and beckoned for Felix to follow you to the basement.

just rely on me as much as you want

"the basement is scary.. i'm glad i'm not being sent there alone," you admitted, making Felix laugh.

his deep tone even while he laughed gave you goosebumps. it was probably the only thing about him that maybe screamed 'mafia', because on the outside right now, he was just a soft smol boy with a blonde mullet and freckles.

"ah, where are the lights!? i'm so scared i'm so scared... F-Felix right? please talk to me so i know i'm not alone," you stuttered, fumbling along the walls for a light switch.

"uh... uhhh y/n! don't be scared, we'll find the light switch soon. we'll find it and then we'll be able to safely clean-up together! don't be scared--"

you'll fall for me

his voice was deep, low, and you kind of didn't want to stop hearing it, but finally turning the lights on cause his beautiful ramblings to stop. you were out of the darkness, but you no longer got to hear Felix's voice.

"aha, there's the light!" Felix exclaimed, beaming.

his smile looked so precious, and you wondered for the thousandth time how such a precious person could be in the mafia.

"how about we started by dusting things off and moving the furniture to where it needs to be? then we can sweep, mop, vaccum, all that stuff," you explained.

"sure!"

"i can't believe i'm giving orders to a mafia member... please forgive me," you half-joked.

Felix shook his head and waved his hands around.

this is my daily

"no, no, it's okay! i'll take any orders if they're from you, y/n," Felix said, unknowingly and accidentally making your heart flutter.

"ah, is that so.." you mumbled, not sure what to say because of how nervous you suddenly were.

"well.. take this! and you can dust off some of the furniture over there. i'll do the same here," you said, handing him a broom.

he took it with a nod and set to work, dusting things off. it was only a few seconds in when you decided it was too quiet.

"Felix.. i want to play some music. do you wanna pick some songs?" you asked.

you watched his eyes glimmer as he walked over, surprisingly tiny hands reaching for your phone.

"i have some song recommendations, if you want to hear them," he said.

"of course!" you replied, handing him your phone.

every night, i'll be you, you'll be me

and that's how the two of you ended up cleaning the basement while music flooded every corner. that's also how the two of you ended up hand in hand, Felix turning you around and you giggling shyly in his embrace as you swayed to the melody playing from your phone.

you were just trying to lighten up the mood, asking Felix jokingly to dance with you. before you knew it, he gently wrapped his arms around your waist and guided you across the basement.

"is this okay?" he asked in his low tone.

"of course it is," you replied.

you knew that for him, anything would be okay. he could step on you and it would be okay. somehow, you'd already fallen for him just a bit.

"what's going on down here? have you cleaned up--oh," your boss said, coming face-to-face with you and Felix embracing to the beat of the music.

you were lucky you and your boss were quite close, or you may have been given some kind of warning or worse: fired. they simply backed up the stairs and returned to help the rest of the 08 members make their hideout more secure.

by then, you and Felix had already moved away from each other, continue to clean.

the rest of the hour was spent in silence, only music filling the void as everything was dusted and cleaned. then, the rest of the 08 unit were called down to help move furniture and install equipment. you stood next to your boss by the door frame, watching since there was nothing you could help with.

you're gonna be obsessed

"what the heck happened with that boy when i came down here to check on you?" your boss asked.

you were too busy staring at him to hear a word they said. the way Felix's flannel fluttered around his frame with his every move, the way his laugh lit up his whole face--

"y/n? i'm talking to you."

"huh?! oh, sorry... Felix?! well, i didn't want cleaning to be boring for him so i played some music," you explained.

"that doesn't explain why the two of you were dancing... anyways. you know he's in the mafia. be careful."

--

you're caught, stuck in my arms

from that day on, you never left Felix's mind. he kind of hoped it was the same for you, and his hopes were fulfilled. you wondered when you'd see him again.

a few days later, you were asked to open the café early at 5am, since the 08 unit needed access to the basement at that time. they couldn't exactly be there at that time without the café running to avoid suspicion.

so, you got there at 4:30am and began putting the chairs down, making sure the area was clean, preparing the baked goods and all the coffee machines.

"good morning," you heard a whisper and footsteps.

you looked up to see the 08 unit, clad in all-black. their outfits were tight, leathery, almost like something out of a movie. seeing Felix also dressed like that made you gulp.

"g-good morning. basement's door's unlocked," you said.

Felix smiled at your stutter.

"can we have some coffee?" Seungmin asked, earning him a smack from Felix.

"don't bother them when they've got their own things to do," Felix said.

"no, it's okay! i can get coffee for you all," you said.

--

come to me, say you are all mine

"coffee delivery!" you called down as you entered the basement.

it was so alive with everyone hard at work.

you helped everyone get their coffees before leaving to go upstairs. just as you reached the door to the main floor, you heard someone follow you up. when you turned around, you found Felix just a few steps behind you. he motioned quietly for you to keep going up.

"aren't you supposed to stay in the basement?" you asked.

he brought his delicate fingers to your lips to shush you as you both stood by the front counter of the café.

"yeah, i can't be up here. but it's 5am, no one'll come by, right?" he said with a wink.

push me away / but you'll fall back again

you felt flustered, looking away.

Felix felt some sort of courage when he was with you. from taking hold of you just a few days ago to dance with you, to now suddenly raising your chin up so you'd meet his eyes. you made him feel confident.

"i just wanted to ask for your number. so i can text you when i'm bored... oh and also for emergencies," he explained.

you laughed and took his phone, typing in your number.

"do you even have time to be bored?" you asked.

this long night is only filled with me

"my time is all yours," he said before hurrying back down, feeling embarrassed.

as soon as he swung the basement door open, Seungmin was stood there.

"i knew you have a crush on y/n," he said.

"shut up. mafia members don't have crushes. now go down," Felix responded.

Seungmin stuck his tongue out and continued to tease him all the way down.

--

come to me, say you are all mine

Felix: i miss you

you: you just saw me today?

Felix: barely :(

Felix: i wanna see you...

you had only seen Felix twice in person, yet he was being so honest about his feelings. it took you off guard yet excited you. so, you asked him to come to your house instead of meeting at the café, like he suggested. you felt it would be safer and more comfortable.

something about him made you want to trust him.

the second you heard his knock on the door, you raced to greet him, now having changed into more appropriate clothes than just your pjs. he stood there, still glad in black leather.

"hi, y/n," he greeted in his deep voice.

"Felix! you must be tired, come--wait. what's that on your cheek?!"

i could burn myself everyday, maybe

you noticed the gash on Felix's cheek too late, being so excited that he was even standing there.

he touched his cheek with his delicate fingers, bringing them back down stained with blood. then, his face lit up as he spoke to you again.

"ah, this?! we had to chase some guy away from the café. i think he was there to cause trouble.. he pulled.. a weapon on me but anyway! it all ended up fine."

the way he smiled so hard his eyes creased so he would avoid worrying you made your heart melt, but you still raced to get your first-aid kit and told him to sit on your couch.

fill your night with me

when you came back, you carefully disinfected the cut and carefully stuck a hello kitty band-aid on it.

"i'm sorry for the silly band-aid... it's all i have," you said, kneeling in front of him on the floor.

he looks into the mirror you gave him and, for the millionth time that night, smiled.

"don't be sorry, y/n. i love it."

you offered him a glass of water and he took a few sips before placing it on the coffee table in front of you.

"y/n, this is so abrupt but... i think i've fallen for you and no time has really passed since the day we first met," Felix said confidently, looking straight ahead instead of next to him, where you sat.

'cause you're mine

you were glad he couldn't see how nervous you were getting.

"i want to get you know you better so... i can make you mine. do you think you'll be mine?"

when you gathered the courage to look at him, you noticed he was returning your gaze. sat up straight, lips pushed out and eyes relaxed... he's so handsome, you thought. even with a hello kitty band-aid on, his charisma could not be killed.

"we definitely need time but..." i already know i'd do anything for you, is what you wanted to say. instead, you said, "i can see myself being yours."

Felix smirked slightly, looking down at the ground.

even if morning comes and ruins this

"i won't let the sunrise take this night away from us. let's talk about each other, okay? you go first, y/n, i'm all ears. tell me about some of the things you like," Felix said.

just like that, Felix opened you up. he made you feel safe, so you told him everything you wanted to, bit by bit.

[lumineescente]

seungjin drabble

i'm in a very good mood tonight so let me share this drabble i wrote the other day between midnight and 1am while watching New Girl and thinking damn this should not be Jess and Nick, this should be Seungmin and Hyunjin (they share NO similarities except my lizard brain picturing them everywhere)

tags: alcohol game / kissing / pining (lots) (is it a seungjin written by me without pining?)

sorry for the mistakes etc. etc.

oh and i also posted this on twitter

Hyunjin can hear all their friends cheering for them to kiss from the opposite side of the door, his whole body is combusting. Not only is it an extremely embarrassing situation but the worst is the fact that he has been dreaming of kissing Seungmin for months now but never had he thought that it would be in this situation. 

He had imagined it after a cute date maybe, if he ever had the strength to ask out Seungmin for real. Or maybe it could have involved a bit of alcohol, for courage, but definitely not a drinking game on a night he was trying to actually have sex with someone else, and Seungmin is in a more or less committed relationship with another man. 

“We don’t have to do that,” he says with a laugh that he hopes sounds casual. 

Seungmin sighs and the voices outside the room chant even louder, “well…” 

He chews on his lower lip, and gosh why can’t Hyunjin stop staring at it? 

“I can kiss you on the cheek and say we kissed? Take a picture of it,” he offers. Even the thought of his lips on Seungmin’s lip is enough for him to drive him crazy but Seungmin really does not seem like he wants to be kissed by him. 

And Hyunjin does not want to lose his first kiss with Seungmin through a stupid game. It was supposed to be a trick to kiss Changbin so Felix would stop trying to steal his one night stand. It unfortunately backfired in the worst way possible.

“That’s a good idea,” Seungmin smiles. He feels like he is about to melt onto a puddle of love because of how cute he looks. “Kiss on the cheek, it is.” 

(He has admitted now weeks ago that this is not a normal way to feel about your roommate platonically)

He buries all these thoughts deep down and takes out his phone. Seungmin awkwardly gets closer to him and quickly Hyunjin can feel his warmth in his personal space, he internally screams. 

“Why is it so weird?” Seungmin laughs, “we live together, we’ve seen each other through everything but kissing you on the cheek is suddenly so awkward.” 

“Right,” he swallows with difficulty, trying to focus on unlocking his phone and opening the camera app. His ears are ringing so loudly that he barely hears the chant anymore. “You ready?” 

“Should I…? Kiss you?” 

Hyunjin really hopes he is not blushing too much or that alcohol has made Seungmin completely oblivious. Which is possible considering everyone and their mothers know about Hyunjin’s delirious crush on him, but Seungmin does not. 

“Yeah, sure, I’ll take the picture.”

He waves his phone like a loser and Seungmin giggles at it. He takes another step closer, “ready?” it is a whisper now almost on his neck, and it really is torture at this point. He just nods and puts the phone up, he tries to focus on the phone and not on the fact that Seungmin has to get on his tippy toes for his mouth to reach Hyunjin’s cheek and then the feeling of his lips on his skin. His lips are so soft and warm, and Hyunjin needs all his focus to actually take the picture and not just let himself appreciate the moment. It only lasts a few seconds because those smartphones really are quick to take a picture and Seungmin immediately breaks the contact when it is done. 

Hyunjin stares dumbfounded at the wall in front of him, not even controlling the smile on his lips and the overall excitement at the fact that it might have been the closest physically it has ever been to Seungmin.

“Is the picture okay?” 

“Mh?” 

He glances around to see Seungmin looking at him with amusement in his eyes, “they’ll lose their voices if they keep screaming like that, we should send them the picture now.” 

“Oh! Yeah right.” 

He quickly sends the picture to the group chat they have. For a second there is a silence on the other side of the door and he feels relief and a bit of regret, sure, at the idea of being freed from this situation. 

“THIS IS NOT A KISS!!” Felix yells with his deep voice, and Hyunjin will make sure he is going to pay for that. The chanting comes back even stronger. 

Seungmin sighs, “IT IS!” 

“NO!” 

Hyunjin stays still, paralyzed. Seungmin groans. 

“Fuck,” he whispers and it feels like it is the first time he hears his roommate curse like that. 

He shakes it off and bangs loudly at the door, “hey, guys,” he says loudly, “that’s enough, just let us out!” 

Everyone boos at that, he exhales.

“You agreed to the game at first, you have to play!” 

He turns to Seungmin apologetically, “I’m sorry.” 

It is his fault after all, he wanted to kiss Changbin at first like that, he had not expected for Seungmin to be pulled, it was just him being horny for a guy he had just met that had brought all this on Seungmin. 

“Let’s just do it.”

“What?” 

“Let’s kiss, this is nothing right? We just lost a game.” 

“But,” he mutters pathetically, anxiety piling inside him like legos, “uh.” 

The way Seungmin looks at him, waiting for him to do or say something but Hyunjin does not know why. 

“Friends kiss all the time for fun,” Seungmin keeps explaining and it is logical and rational, exactly like Seungmin is, “it does not mean anything.” 

Except nothing is logical and rational in Hyunjin, and surely not the fact that he wants to kiss Seungmin but not because it is a game, and not because it does not mean anything. 

“I’m not sure…” he starts. 

His roommate tilts his head, “why?” 

“Because,” he stutters in his words, “I just…” 

Seungmin stares at him with even more expectation and it makes him lose it completely, panic completely taking over his brain. 

“I don’t want it to happen this way!” he almost screams out. 

He immediately regrets it when he sees the way the other man's eyes change and confusion is readable on his face. 

“What do you mean?” 

“Nothing,” Hyunjin chokes out. He turns around to the door and starts banging against, “hey, open the door, now, this isn’t funny anymore!” 

Seungmin grabs his arm when he is about to hit the door again, forcing him to turn around. He had never thought the latter could have this much strength, “Hyunjin, answer me, what is this about? That you don’t want us to kiss that way?”

“Because it’s uncomfortable for both of us,” he tries to justify himself, “that’s… that’s what I meant! They should not force us to do anything we don’t want.” 

“I don’t think this is what you meant.” 

“Well, it is,” he retorts before going back to banging on the door, “Felix!” 

It hurts his fist but at this point he would do anything that means he would be able to get out of this situation. His heart is racing in his chest and the alcohol is not helping with his panic attack, making it hard to breath, even harder to think. All his body just begs to get out. 

“Hyunjin..” Seungmin whispers behind him but it is barely heard as the door finally opens. 

Felix looks at them with a sheepish smile, “you’re both losers for that, you know?” 

“I know,” Hyunjin just answers and then immediately rushes to the kitchen. 

At some point Hyunjin loses track of the night even more than before the kiss incident. He knows Seungmin’s boyfriend but not-really-boyfriend arrives and they leave to his room, and it only makes Hyunjin drink more. Felix side eyes him all the time but he rejects every tentative that he tries to talk to him. Of course, Felix ends up making out with Changbin and Hyunjin is not even jealous about that because all he can think about is Seungmin. He wants to disappear. Eventually everyone leaves. 

“So,” Felix sits down next to him at their kitchen table, “what happened exactly?” 

Hyunjin groans. The alcohol makes him dizzy. 

“I thought all you wanted to do was kiss Seungmin.” 

“I hate you so much right now.” 

Felix puts away all the glasses that are still filled with liquor away from Hyunjin’s grip. 

“I want to, of course, but not like that!” 

He immediately puts his hand in front of his mouth, glancing around the bedroom corridors but no one comes out. 

“It’s Seungmin,” he goes on, this time whispering, “I don’t want to kiss him because of a stupid game, I want to kiss him because I like him and because he likes me!” 

He moves his hand toward the corridor, “but he does not,” he whimpers, “and I panicked because he was saying stuff like let’s kiss and I told him that I didn’t want it to happen like that. I’m stupid.”

“You’re not,” Felix tells him empathically, “you’re a romantic.” 

Hyunjin rolls his eyes, it makes his head hurt, “now he knows and it will change everything.” 

“I’m really sorry,” his best friend says, “I didn’t think this would lead to that.” 

“It’s not your fault, we were playing.” 

“Still,” he pats his arm with affection, “for what it’s worth I think it’ll be okay.” 

“Whatever, I’m going to sleep.” 

He gets up, waves Felix goodnight and goes toward his bedroom. He is about to open the door of his own when Seungmin’s door opens. He closes it carefully behind him.

“Hey,” Seungmin whispers in a sleepy voice. 

“Did I wake you up?” he asks, trying very hard not to look directly at him and his cute pajama set. 

“No, actually I was…” 

Hyunjin waits a moment for the end of that sentence but nothing comes. 

“It’s nothing,” Seungmin ends up saying, “you should sleep.” 

It is like his brain is not the one controlling his muscles because when Seungmin turns away, Hyunjin grabs his wrist and pulls him close. For a second neither of them move, he can feel Seungmin’s heart beating under his chest. He dares to move his fingers from his wrist to his hand and Seungmin lets him do it so he gets a bit bolder and tilts slightly his head forward. 

He is not sure why he is doing that, maybe all the alcohol he has drunk all night finally reached its peak and this is the thing he will be mortified of tomorrow morning. But right now, he does not care  because he feels even more intoxicated by how close Seungmin is to him, and the fact that he is not moving away. 

“You can,” Seungmin whispers very quietly. 

Hyunjin does not think any more and he grabs his chin with his other hand and crashes his lips against Seungmin’s. It is not exactly like the first kiss he had hoped for with him but it still feels like a fire is burning in his body, and the way Seungmin reacts makes him even more eager to deepen the kiss. During the time of the kiss the rest of the world suddenly disappears, nothing else is real except how Seungmin’s body feels near him, how his lips taste. Everything is warm, everything is exciting and soft. 

When their kiss ends, they stare at each other again for a while, breathless, lips swollen. Seungmin pulls away.

“Goodnight, Hyunjin,” he says. 

Hyunjin watches him go back to his room, feeling like the world has collapsed around him now that he can not hold onto Seungmin. 

[tehriel]

Commissioned

Sodo x reader x terzo 18+ section

It is absolutely unedited smut. This is just from the long fic I'm working on. Had a motorcycle chase moment, Sodo isn't being honest with his feelings, reader has walls because they're nursing a broken heart. Terzo is too close and the reader is falling for him but Sodo acts pretty unthreatening. Everyone has feelings and agendas. Wew. And 0 editing, like haven't read through this once.

Tags: instructed, blood, motorcycle?

“I got a place,” Sodo kicked the motorbike back into gear and turned away. “Where’d you get hit?” he asked as the motor quietened with a leisurely pace.

“Arms, calf, nothing serious, you?”

“Caught one in the hand,” he broke from the treeline and into an open field. You looked, and the side of his hand had been clipped, black blood trickling onto the bike.

“That was incredibly stupid, huh? Going to the authorities, you’re never supposed to go to the authorities about another cop,” you gave a deep sigh, “guess, I kinda hoped for more…” you grimaced.

“Can’t fault you for hoping things were different, Bait,” Sodo’s voice softened and his speed slowed. Ahead a dilapidated barn was open. Sodo drove straight in, easing to a stop, kicking out the stand.

You were welcomed with the scent of hay, rotten wood and machine oil.

“Fuckkk.” Your shoulders finally sagged in relief and Sodo lazed back into you on the bike. “I can’t believe we just did that.”

“What was that about considering?” He murmured, his helmet at your shoulder.

“Huh?” You were still reeling, the last half hour was a blur.

“Looks like I have more reason to screw around with the cops,” He pulled off his helmet and let it fall to the ground before letting his head rest back against you. “We made it out, Bait,” his claws lightly skimmed your knee, his blood painting your overalls.

“Oh,” then you remembered. He had not been joking then.

“I can smell when you’re turned on, you know?” You felt him breathe you in.

You had a moment of reflection, “all the times you thought I smelt good, huh?” You grimaced, “feels like an invasion of privacy, that an incubi thing?”

“Might be,” he lazily traced your thigh with his claw, “you going to deny yourself again?”

You liked the weight of his body against yours, the chase had been thrilling. Your wounds gave a dull ache, but weren’t enough to deter. He was between your legs. You could say nothing. He already knew.

“I make you wet,” he growled softly.

The pain Rhea left behind was still there if you poked it, but Sodo was something different. It wasn't love, it didn't seem to even have that potential. “I don’t want to do something I will regret.” You took in the barn around you, the sky had greyed over, it seemed it wanted to rain soon.

“Which would you regret more, doing me, or not?”

You heard Papa’s call muffled behind the closet door. What would have happened if you stayed?

“You might have guessed, but I don't mind being a regret,” Sodo grinned, rubbing his neck on your shoulder. “Hey, it's okay if not, I will always listen to a ‘no’ no matter how far gone I am,” he started pulling away but you snaked an arm around his torso pulling him back against you with some force. A groan cut off in his chest. “I still don't know how you do that… what does this mean?”

“I just… I won't stop you.”

“Won’t stop me?” He frowned, “not really getting consent vibes from that, Bait, I'll admit.”

“I.. don't want to do anything I will regret… but you can do.. whatever you like.”

There was silence, he softly went back to running his claws against you. “Is that a very coy way of asking me to touch myself for you? Bait?”

You shrugged as if indifferent, but he could likely sense otherwise. “You’ve been trying to figure out my kinks, what have you come up with, Sodo?” You seemingly changed the subject.

He hummed trailing his nails from your thigh to his. “Right now I am thinking voyerism, which I had not clocked. Or, perhaps this is an oppotunistic thing for you… I don’t much care, right now, I want you to watch me.” He settled further into you and trailed a hand from where your arm rested on his torso to his front, lightly smearing some of your blood down his black dress shirt.

“I think it’s more I picked exhibtionist for you, I’ve seen you on stage Sodo, I have seen you play ‘Mummy Dust,’” you murmured softly.

His breath hitched a little lightly cupping himself though his tight pants, “Ah, see that does make sense. I like you watching me on stage, _____…I think mostly, you’re a pleasure dom.”

“Mostly? And what gave that away?” you murmured low in his ear. You traced a red bead of bood from a cut on your upper arm and offered it to him.

He obliged, sucking on your fingers. “You are very firm with what you want… well, unless you don’t know what you want, ah,” he arched his back away from you slightly.

“Take it slow, Sodo,” you instructed softly. “Hands where I can see them, we aren’t doing anything after all, are we?”

“Fuck, there it is,” he laughed breathily. “You don’t want to take orders, happy to dish them though.”

“Mmm? What else do you have for me?” you lightly brushed his thighs, running your hands along them.

“I said mostly, because, shit,” he bucked into his hand as you bit at his shoulder. “Asshole.”

“Asshole? No… I just know what you like, Sodo.”

“I think you would just as happily fight for dominence. You’re a bit of a switch.”

“You’re not projecting, are you?”

His hips came to move rythmically, grinding against his palm a slightly betweent your legs. You squeezed his thigh, his breathing become uneven. “I could be, when you tackled me in bed though… fuck..”

“Next to Swiss?”

“You got me so hard, and when I had you pinned to the wall for Papa, I could see the challenge in your eye, shit, you smelt so good--you smell so good. When we first met, you saw through my intimidation, looking for a fight. You want to fight me before you fuck me.”

You hand trailed his torso finger tips finding a grazing his pierced nipple through his shirt. He gave a sharp intake of breath. “I’m queer,” you chuckled, “I am going to love nipple play.”

He bucked, breathing hard. “You going to fuck me like one of your french girls, Bait?”

“Is that what you want? Sodo? Huh? What do you want?”

“I want you to be rough with me. I want you in the dirt. Fuck!” his hand was still slowly circling his clothed tip, nice and slow, as per your instructions. “I want your bite marks on my thighs,” he groaned.

You felt yourself clench around nothing, his body still writhed against yours. It was a kind of torture. You moaned softly for him.

“I want to taste my blood from your mouth and your clit with my forked tongue,” he gave in to a hard grind against his palm, his touch speeding up.

“How close are you, Sodomiser?” you murmured.

He swallowed, “so.. Close.”

You pulled his hands away and tugged them behind him, he growled low.

“What the fuck, _____?”

“No more touching,” you softly nipped at his pointed ear, “turn the engine on,” you licked at the shell of his ear and he shivvered. He leaned forward and flicked the keys in the ignition, letting the engine rumble in nuetral. “Come here,” you pulled him back against you and leaned back more before tracing his inner thigh his hips bucked sharply. “You think you can come just like this?” you rolled your own hips and he followed suit feeling the vibrations of the engine.

“Fuck,” he whimpered.

“Should I tell you what I want, Sodomiser?”

“Mhmm,” he gave a jerk while answering, his hands coming to squeeze both your thighs, his tail coming to coil around an ankle.

“I don’t like power play, but I’ll fight you for it, I want to bring you to your knees in front of me, I want to pull your hair,” you gave his white locks a sudden tug and he moaned loudly. “I want to see how long you can hold your breath. You want me to come on your mouth, Sodo?”

“Yes, yep, fuck, you’re such an asshole,” his abs flexed under your touch as he kept your agonising pace.

“You want to come inside me, Sodomiser?”

There was a long whimper.

“How about you just come for me now?” you bit at his neck and clawed at his inner thighs.

“Fuck, _____,” he grunted, thrusting for any kind of friction. His muscled strained. He threw his head back on your shoulder. “Shit, I’m… ah.” He convolsed against you, his hips writhing. His clothed cock pulsed.

“Say my name,” you instructed as he lost his mind.

“______,” he murmured and thrusted again.

Your hand reached down his torso slowly and ghosted his heat. He shuttered. You rubbed at his lessening bulge gently and he moaned something messily in swedish from the overstimlation.

“You did good, Sodo,” you grinned wolfishly.

“Fuck you,” he offered tiredly his body shook again in the aftermath.

“You wish you did.”

“I think you’re close too, wouldn’t take much… I want to taste you, Bait,” he lifted your hand now bloody with his black blood and yours and his mess, he touched it to his lips and licked. You felt the split of his tongue and imagined it elsewhere. He was right, it wouldn’t take much.

“I don’t know where I stand with that yet, Sodo,” you murmured and kissed his hair softly, it was the only time you had kissed him.

“You only ever need to ask, _____, I would go down on you in a heart beat,” he leaned forward and switched off the rumbling bike.

“Thanks, I think,” you frowned. “I should call Terzo, listen to his ‘I told you so voice’.”

“Nah, he hasn’t got one, you legitimately just feel bad for not listening to him and he knows that.” He swung his leg off the bike and slipped off, gingerly feeling himself.

“Sometimes I really hate kind people,” you pulled a straight face and pulled your phone from your pocket, dialing for Terzo. You head the dial tone, then… you heard a phone chime. “Papa?” you looked around the barn tilting your head for the sound. It was coming from just ouside.

“I am here,” he said quietly, his voice ashy.

You found him sat on the ground with his back to the barn, the minivan parked a couple meters away. His legs were sprawled beneath him, his hair messed, he had no makeup. Just the remnants of eyeliner. Sweat patterned his forehead, his dress shirt was untucked. He slowly pulled himself up. You noted the stain on the front of his pants. “I apologise, I uh, didn’t want to interrupt.”

“If you were listening,” you took him in, he was a mess. Fuck, you wanted him. “You would know there was nothing to interrupt.” you swallowed thinking of Papa hearing your instructions for Sodo and following through with them himself.

“Uh.. yes… I understand, Aether said there was a chase, I knew this is a safe place for Sodo…” and you were hugging him.

He froze then he sunk into you tiredly.

“Ah, mio adorabile Pittore. Sembri esausto. Do you want to tell me what happened?” he placed a bare hand on your neck and closed his eyes relishing in your closeness.

Thank you for reading! I'll post the first chapter here~ for when it is actually cleaned up and good.

[alltimefail-sims]

LORE TIDBIT TIME WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! Did you know Vlad was apart of the settler colony who mysterious disappeared? This is obviously a nod to the Roanoke colony which I think is sooo cool. What do you think happened to Vlad's colony? I like to think Vlad was turned or became a vampire and whipped them out.

HELL YEAH LORE TIDBIT ABOUT VLADDY DADDY!!! 😏

I'm going to treat this as a "deep dive" into Vlad and Forgotten Hollow, so I'll be adding it to my Deep Dive Series tag. Unsurprising to literally everyone, but this is gonna be a long one.

So… let’s get into it! ↓

Going into this I will admit that I actually did know this about Vlad!! I've been wanting to talk about it for forever but have never gotten around to it haha. 🤭 I'm a bit of a history nerd and I love a good spooky story/conspiracy, so naturally the Roanoke Colony was one of my obsessions when I was around 11 or 12 years old.

I think it's an interesting tie in from the sims team, I'd even say it's a bit meta because I feel like the game normally sticks to making references toward itself and its own canon characters/events while generally staying away from anything that would be too direct of a reference to "our world." Personally though I wish they broke the fourth wall more! I like easter eggs or hidden details that make it easier to imagine the characters existing not in their isolated, imaginary worlds, but in ours instead.

It's interesting to think about why the sims team might have made this connection - was it just a cheeky, unserious little wink to a well-known unsolved mystery, or was it done for the purposes of creating implications and expanded lore regarding Vlad and Forgotten Hollow (a case of them showing us instead of telling us). There are so many theories archaeologists and historians alike have had about the lost colony of Roanoke over the years: some believe the Roanoke colonists could have all died by disease or famine, some believe they could have been victims of a deadly storm, some believe they were attacked by neighboring tribes or by Spanish soldiers. Nowadays there are scholars who will argue that no tragedy befell the settlers at all and that they simply relocated (that would be why they left "Croatoan" behind - there was a nearby location referred to as Croatoan Island, now modern-day Hatters Island).

With that in mind, along with Vlad's own refusal to recall the details of this event, it's safe to assume that the sims team isn't referring to the happier Roanoke theories...the 25 colonists of Forgotten Hollow likely faced an unfortunate end.

Your theory of Vlad being turned and thus wiping out the colony (I'm guessing due to new-turn bloodlust) is sooooo compelling, the implications of that scenario are delicious and I personally never thought of it from that angle! My theory is only a little different: I agree that Vlad was turned on the day that the colonists "disappeared" (whatever that implies), but I have always played Vlad's story not as if he was turned and then killed everyone after, but rather that the thing that turned him successfully killed the other colonists but accidentally turned Vlad. It's a really long story that I play around with for fun in my brain but the short-ish version is: Vlad awoke outside - cold, alert, sweaty, dirty and covered in his own blood - but somehow alive, which he was thankful for. His new immortal condition is still unbeknownst to him at this point, but he felt an ache like never before, so deep in his bones it was excruciatingly painful, but his senses were heightened tenfold. He didn't remember much, just that the colony had been under attack the night before. His relief to be alive rapidly melted into abject horror as he found everyone else (friends, neighbors, family, children) dead. He realized soon enough what had happened to him and stayed in Forgotten Hollow where he would be memorialized as its "founder." He spent his days hellbent on retaliation and retribution, but was also steadfast in continuing the work that was began there before the attack. Eventually he does get to face off with the vampire who attacked him and his people, killing it and rising to power in the vampire world. He keeps the events close to his chest because they were traumatizing and cause him sadness, and he's worked diligently to remove himself from his humanity/human memories and from emotions in general (thus how he has become the person we see today). I always thought if he killed the colonists himself the other vampires in his circle - at least his closest confidantes - would know (as he's got quite the massive ego), but they don't seem to have knowledge of this event and they never mention it. I've thought that it could be possible that sharing the memories of this event would make Vlad feel weak, and he's not one to boast in his weakness. He'd much rather rewrite history in a way that is beneficial to his image; dragging up emotions about dead people would not bring them back to life, and by burying this history of a massacre in Forgotten Hollow he is also creating some mystery around himself and making it easier to play the role of a great-great-great-great grandson (or whatever he's pretending to be, relationship-wise) to the original founder.

But that's just how I play with Vlad! 🤷 I could be way off-base lmao!

Regardless of what happened, we know Vlad is the sole survivor of this event and he is scarred by it, impacted so deeply that he only ever vaguely alludes to it with no clear explanation. Whether he killed the colonists himself or just witnessed their death, the sims team will probably never give us concrete answers (and frankly, that's probably for the best considering their track record). But the clever connection of the LOST colony and FORGOTTEN Hollow are clear as day and I just think that is freaking cool! The occult lore in TS4, especially regarding Vlad and Forgotten Hollow, make interesting framework for storytellers and lore-lovers alike! Vlad is one of those characters who has sooooo many interpretations, and I eat up each and every one!

Okay, I think that's all I've got for now! Sorry about my word vomit! Somewhat related: here's an article I recently read on Roanoke that talks about the archaeological finds which have changed some of the discussions surrounding whether the colonists survived or not! I found it pretty interesting and you might as well!

[goldencherriess]

We'll meet again || Loki x Mortal! Fem! Reader

Pairing: Loki x Mortal! Fem! Reader

Word count: 1.8k

Summary: They meet again in low lights and no tomorrows.

Warnings: mentions of war, mentions of blood, mentions of injuries, angst

Previous part || Series masterlist

War was not pretty. That was something she knew with a deep certainty. ''It was a torment'' she thought as she rinsed the blood off her hands. The red went down the sink's drain, leaving small droplets behind.

The soldiers' cries travelled throughout the hospital to her ears. She let a sigh escape her lips as she studied herself in the mirror. If her father would see her right now, he would say she should put some weight on. She even could picture his voice, raising in octaves with worry. "Oh my, Y/N, you look awful! Have you eaten?"

If she were a liar she would say yes, that she had eaten. Every day, every meal. Never skipping breakfast (it's the most important meal of the day!), but she was no liar. Undoubtedly so. She preferred the brutal truth. And the image starring right back at her was the truth. A rather raw one, but Y/N took things as they were. No sugar coating.

And war was certainly not pretty.

"Nurse Y/N?"

She turned around to the source of the sound and a kind face greeted her, red strands framing it. She wore the same red cross as Y/N did, a tag, a signature. Her frail figure betrayed her mature face. She looked eighteen, at most.

It broke her heart.

"Yes?" she said, forcing a smile.

"Head nurse is calling you into her office."

Walking through the hospital with her head held high was a skill she had mastered. Ignoring the soldiers whistles and cries gave her more stability than acknowledging them ever will. Ignorance is bliss.

If only she could erase some of her hurt too...

She knocked on the slightly ajar door, listening in for a response that came after a few seconds. "Come in!"

The head nurse was a woman in her late fifties who never actually talked about her past. But Y/N didn't actually try to pry either, she understood that there were walls you just can't break down, nor windows to open. She figured that respecting her was enough, even without the friendship she desperately missed these days.

"Oh, nurse Y/N! How have you been doing?" Her smile was warm, but reserved.

"I suppose the same as everyone here." she replied without much further ado.

The other nurse deeply sighed, casting her eyes downwards. "Yes, I understand. These are dark times. Hard ones."

She didn't reply this time, letting the silence speak for itself. The head nurse was pouting her lips, fumbling with her wedding ring. "How's your father?" she eventually asked.

"He's fine. A bit lonely, I reckon. I haven't turned up at home much."

She really didn't. Her nights were spent near hospital beds, tending to wounds and saving lives.

"He must miss you."

"I miss him, too."

The head nurse deeply inhaled, a strand of white hair falling out of the updo and into her eyes. "I think you should go pay a visit at home, nurse. As a goodbye, for now. More of us are needed near Dunkirk." She waited for a reaction and when Y/N's face remained impassible, she added in wavering voice. "I'm really sorry, sweetheart."

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Loki often wondered in times like these why he chose to do what he did. He couldn't say it was because of boredom (Odin knew how much time he spent reading in the Asgardian library, there wasn't enough time as books), but he couldn't say he cared for it either. It just happened to be a solution at the right moment and time. And he may not ever admit it, but mortals could never carry their battles by themselves.

So maybe that was why he found himself looking into a mirror and seeing a captain, in green garments that only kept him warm because they were made of wool.

Wool.

It was what she wore the first time they met. A single red scarf.

She was the reason why he thought of coming back to a Midgard in full blown war. Things piled up and then he was captain, overlooking soldiers and seeing death.

But he still didn't see her.

Tonight was the last night he spent in London before he was departed to Dunkirk, already failing in finding her again. It would had been the fourth time he would had met her. Saying hello's and goodbye's like it was a first time took a toll on him, because everytime he did meet her, she didn't remember him. Memories of them, of kisses shared and love made were erased. And he was back to square zero.

But Y/N always did love him back in the end. Maybe, they were meant to meet again.

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She was slowly packing her things up to go at home. Finally. Just to leave it again the next morning. Life had a funny way of playing around and putting on a show.

Y/N felt a pair of eyes on her and she turned around coming face to face with the young, redheaded nurse, who blushed out of embarrassment. "I'm Sophie." she said.

"Hi, Sophie." smiled Y/N.

"Are you leaving?"

"To Dunkirk."

"Oh. Me too." Her voice was slightly strained. "Some of the nurses who are leaving tomorrow, go to a party tonight. Just a small gathering. There'll be soldiers too."

"One last dance before the inevitable?" replied Y/N, smiling sarcastically.

The young nurse nodded, oblivious to what she just said. "Yes. Are you coming too?"

Y/N wanted to say no, she wasn't coming. She used to love parties, and dancing was always one of her favourite things to do when she was feeling down (for some reason, she always felt she was missing the right partner though), but lately these started to wear down, no joy in them. But then, she took a good look at Sophie. Sophie who was far too young to tend to wounded soldiers. Sophie who probably just finished highschool and wouldn't go to university because these hard times just aren't letting her. Sophie who approached her shyly to invite her to a party because she probably was feeling alone. Sophie who was fidgeting on the spot, her red hair hiding her eyes.

"I'd love to." Y/N replied.

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The dinner had been mostly quiet, just the scraping of knives and forks against plates filled the air. Her father kept briefly watching her, looking at her frail figure. ''You should put some weight on, Y/N.'' he had said. And she discarded his words, getting up and cleaning the dishes.

''I really missed you, little one. You're never home these days.'' Garwin said, his white hair falling into his eyes.

Y/N sighed. ''I know, father. It's not by choice-''

'I know.'' he interrupted her. ''Just know you're still my little girl and I love you very much, even if you're not my blood.''

Her eyes softened and she hugged him. ''I love you, too.''

Her words lingered in the air.

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The fairy lights strewn across the room were flashing ember and there was some band playing in the corner. The trumpet rose up and down in notes and trills. Loki straightened his jacket and entered the room, shielding his eyes with his cap. His lanky legs carried him to the bar, his hands touching the smooth surface of the wood. It smelled like cheap cigarettes and alcohol. It was hard to find anything of quality these times. Money were rare, and so were luxurious goods.

"What can I do for you, sir?" the barman asked. His white, ivory shirt had the cuffs of the sleeves rolled up.

''Just some whiskey on the rocks.'' It wasn't the nectar he usually drank in Asgard, but mortals also had fine things, like the velvety clothes, or wool, or jazz. Or Y/N.

The barman handed Loki his drink and he picked it up. The cold surface made him forget for a moment about tomorrow .The alcohol touched his lips, burning his throat. He turned his back to the bar, leaning on it. The sight of a red dress adorning a familiar body made him choke on the drink. Her hair was pinned up, a red lipstick staining her lips. He wished to taste them, but kept his distance.

Loki put the glass away, straightening his jacket once more. The wool pinched his skin, but he didn't pay it any thought. His mind (and eyes) was on her. Y/N. She was speaking with a petite red-haired girl, her necklace shining under the lights. She was basked in golden light, in the afterglow. She looked like a movie star, Loki thought. One that deserved any minute of screen time.

Inhaling deeply, Loki made the first few steps towards before abruptly stopping. Her head turned around and her eyes wandered through the room before stopping on him. There were dark rings around her eyes, dark circles that told of sleepless nights and tiring days, but her eyes still sparkled like the stars in the inky sky. Her eyebrow lifted questionably and Loki found the courage to approach her.

The band started playing, once again, a sweet, feminine voice softly singing.

We'll meet again

Don't know where, don't know when

Loki took off his cap, slightly bowing before her. ''Miss.'' he said in a greeting.

Her gaze pierced through him, a glint in her eyes. ''Have we met before?''

His lips curled in a lopsided smile. ''Maybe in another life.''

Loki had lived this scene a million times before and not once did it fail to give him a thrilling feeling and rush. His chest fluttered at the sight of her and his cheeks blushed at the thought of her hand in his and her lips against his own. Déjà vu.

''May I have this dance, miss?'' he asked, reaching his hand out.

''You certainly may.'' she replied, smiling.

Her touch sent lightening throughout his whole body. He led her on the dance floor, like he did in the past too. His hand lingered on her back and she brought herself closer to him. Her hair smelled like roses. Loki let the scent envelop him, drinking it in.

Keep smiling through

Just like you always do

Y/N started humming, slow dancing in his arms. Loki fluttered his eyes shut, the song and her perfume washing over him. ''I feel like I know you from somewhere.'' she whispered.

His heart beat against his chest like drums, but he didn't reply, settling on squeezing her hand in his.

''What's your name, sir?''

''Loki.''

She tasted his name on her lips. ''Sounds familiar. I'm Y/N.''

I know. He almost replied that. Almost.

He twirled her around and she laughed, her skirt swishing around like the ocean waves. And suddenly she grew quiet. ''I'm afraid we won't see much of each other soon.'' she said.

Dunkirk. Loki thought about his departure and then looked down at the woman in his arms and his heart grew heavy. ''We have tonight.'' he replied, drawing her closer.

But I know we'll meet again

Some sunny day.

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A/N: sorry for taking so long to write this chapter! This story is very intricate as it demands lots of history research. The song in the title and in the chapter was often played to the soldiers as a way of encouraging and reassuring them that they'll return home. It was a way of saying ''goodbye for now.''

Thank you so much for reading and please let me know your thoughts on it :)

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[eddieandbird]

Smitten

Based On: Smitten by Leanna Firestone

Summary: You’re slowly realizing that you’re falling in love with your friend, Eddie

Warnings/Tags: fluff|short blurb|smoking mention

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You snored and it was the most Beautiful sound that I'd ever heard, and I'm sure If we ever got old and married it would get on my nerves but Right now, for the first time I think it's so cute you can't breathe right So sweet dreams, sweetheart, sleep tight

I whispered it so you wouldn’t wake up. I never thought words could be so terrifying, but they were. “I love you”. I find it kind of weird that this is the moment I finally felt it, but a part of me also found it romantic. You laid beside me in a deep sleep. I gently pushed your hair out of your face to get a better look at you. Once I did, you scared the hell out of me with the loudest, heartiest snore I’ve ever heard. I put my hand over my mouth to muffle my laughs. Do you really snore like this every night? I guess this is something I’ll have to get used to if you’re going to sleep over often. I found it sweet that you feel comfortable enough to sleep like this around me. Usually you’re so jumpy and theatrical, but right now, you look peaceful and sweet. I kissed your forehead before finally turning off the TV.

I think I must be doing something right To deserve you in my life So I thank God and my lucky stars alike 'Cos I don't know what I did or How I did it but I did something right

I’m not sure why we crossed paths or why you even enjoy my company, but I love being around you, Eddie. You were probably unsure about me at first, considering you think the entire town hates you, but it didn’t stop me from taking a seat next to you on the first day of US history. Every attempt you made to close yourself off to me failed. I made it a mission to be there for you whenever I could and eventually you took your walls down. I am beyond grateful we both had the patience to let our friendship blossom. I came to your D&D campaigns and you came to my band concerts. All of our other friends were so mad at first to see us so attached to the hip, but I know now that they’re so happy for us.

You smiled and it was the most beautiful thing that I'd ever seen, and And you apologized Then you covered your mouth 'cuz You're insecure about your crooked teeth, but Can I just say this, I'm kinda glad that you never got braces 'Cuz I like your smile just the way it is

It kills me that you never really found yourself as beautiful. Eddie you are as gorgeous as your soul is. Besides your perfectly messy curls and those giant brown orbs, my favorite part of you is your smile. You’re always so embarrassed by it because you grew up too poor to get braces and you smoke like a chimney, but your imperfect smile sends arrows straight to my heart. I look forward to seeing you everyday because I know you smile wide just for me. Your friends tell me I must be a witch because you’ve never smiled this much in your life. I gather up all the dirty jokes and stupid puns I can just so I can use them to cheer you up.

I'm helplessly and hopelessly smitten And usually I'd be too scared to admit it, but You make me the best kind of nervous Pretty sure you do that shit on purpose

Helplessly and hopelessly smitten is the perfect description of how I feel. Putting our friendship on the line like this is terrifying, but my anxiety will never overpower the way I fall more and more in love with you everyday. I’m gathering all my courage to tell you how I feel, but something tells me you’re catching on already. You stand a little too close, and our hands brush constantly. You never look at me the way you look at our friends. You hold me tight when we hug and you kiss my hand every chance you get. Are you trying to say you love me too, Eddie? When everyone else at the lunch table stands up and walks away, I pull your hand to stay with me.

“Let me guess, we’re in love?” Eddie asked with a goofy grin.

[angelltheninth]

Taking Care of Workaholic Star Wars Men

Pairing: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Kanan Jarrus, Captain Rex, Kylo Ren, Hux x Reader

Tags: fluff, established relationship, kissing, cuddles, literal sleeping together, hint of an argument

A/N: I haven't done a post in this format for Star Wars for a long ass time.

Obi-Wan doesn't have to tell you that he's tired, you can see it on his face when he gets home. He knows there's no shame in taking a break, sometimes it's necessary but at the same time he's not sure if he can afford one as a Jedi.

When he gets home the first thing you do is sit him down and massage his hands, one by one, feeling the blisters under his fingers from so many years of fighting. You know that he likes you touching him like that so you make it a point to do so every time you notice he's feeling stressed about how much work he has to get done still.

"It feels nice when you hold my hand like that. I remember I used to think they're too rough but you insisted otherwise. I feel very blessed to have you by my side you know. There's still much to do, tomorrow and the days after, but every day I get to relax with you. Makes the effort more then worth it."

Kanan complains about being tired but he never does anything about it. He never takes a break unless it's very short ones in between missions you go on and it takes its tole on him. He tries not to let the crew notice but you do, you always notice.

When you pull him into a kiss to end the night he thinks you're gonna have a little bit of fun now that all the kids are sleeping. Not unless he gets sleep too, then you can think about it the next night. He never expected you to play that card on him. That feels a bit evil in his opinion but you call it a good strategy and taking care of your man.

"The kids are asleep, come here beautiful. Already pushing me on the bed? Someone wants it more then I thought. Why is the light off already? I remember your body but I'd still like to see you. We're not doing that tonight? I am a little tired but I can keep up. Are you really gonna play it like that? Lucky you that I love you so much."

Rex works with almost no break at all. He's a soldier, he'll take a break when the war is over. Until then he has to stay alert, even when he's asleep he's not fully relaxed. His brain is constantly working, going through strategies, and the brothers he's lost.

Kissing him definitely helps take his mind off things for a while but it's not a perfect solution. Any rest he gets is a victory in your eyes though. There are times where he goes days without sleep on missions and then comes back home to you, collapsing against a wall from how tired he is. He lets his cute side show when he curls up against you in bed, taking deep breaths for the first time in a while.

"Sorry love, I'm feeling a little tired tonight. Promise... 'm gonna take you on a date tomorrow. Today? What ever time I wake up. Talk to me, what have you been up to while I was away. Oh. That sounds fun, we gotta try that together sometime."

Kylo would rather die then admit he's been overworking himself. It's caused more then a few arguments between the two of you over the years and all of them end the same way, with angry, eventually soft kisses before you fall into bed together.

Since he won't take a break on his own you like visiting him on occasion. You don't tell him that it's a break, you asking him to walk with you a little, taking his mind off his duties for a while. During this time you hold his hand of course, much to a few laughs from the crew members. One grunt from him is enough to shut them up though.

"Another walk? Darling, I have more work to... you know what it does to me when you look at me like that. Keep it up and there won't me much walking for you. Only for a little bit. You sure do enjoy holding my hand don't you? You know that it makes everyone whisper about us. If it bothers you I can silence them."

Hux unfortunately doesn't get to decide when he takes breaks. It's all set in stone by his orders, his schedule that he has to keep. It is exactly why both of you have grown very fond of any moments of rest you can get together.

He loves to rest his head in your lap after a long day, kissing your hand while you run your fingers across his face, his hair, his chest, but no lower because he really doesn't have the energy. That kind of stuff is usually reserved for early mornings or very quick stolen moments.

"Another long day today. I really do need me a vacation don't I? Where would you like to go? I'll take you anywhere you want, sweetheart. Hm, maybe a nice watery planet, or maybe some alone time in the mountains somewhere. It's be a long time since we had proper alone time with each other."

[vvanessaives]

— WIP DAY

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pushing forward my italian fenix agenda in this one, be warned

“There’s I love you and then there’s ti voglio bene.” He began explaining, one of his playful smirks acting as a frame to pretty confusing words. “It’s like– I care for you, I want to see you happy, I wish you all the good in this world, I–” A brief pause. His chin rested on the palm on his hand now, a sour expression telling Vesper – which didn���t dare to pull her gaze away from Fenix, not even for a moment – how bothered he was from the lack of a clean and straight translation. “It’s difficult to explain, believe me. Thing is…Love? Passes, it goes away very easily. What I call ‘bene’? That’s what sticks, or at least it leaves way more hardly.”

Audacious, that’s how Vesper replayed his reasoning in her thoughts, and that, by extension, made his previous question audacious as well; yet Fenix didn’t look fazed, nor shy or a touch embarrassed – and not of the bad kind, but the type of embarrassment of a first ‘I love you’ muttered to someone special. No, he looked positively neutral, as if he just talked of the weather or the latest news.

“Let me ask again now.” His previous smile disappeared as quickly as a snap of fingers and suddenly, other than unlikely to ever happen, Fenix appeared to be the most serious man on earth. “Mi vuoi bene?”

Silence, a matter of a few seconds that felt like hours nonetheless. “Do you? For me?”

Deflecting. Not surprising. “I asked first.”

“I say let the native speaker have the honour.”

Fenix unchained a short, amused chuckle he tried to supress as best as he could. He’s a serious man after all, or at least he tries. He shook his head, a side to side movement of enamorment, and tapped the butt of his beer bottle a few times against the concrete once more. “Yes.”

“What’s that thing you say?” Vesper hummed, unconsciously allowing the back of her boots to hit the wall in time with his glass tapping. “One word is not much, but two are too many?”

A grin tugged upward their features as they shared a knowing look. How good it felt to be noticed. In every single idiotic thing he ever said as well. In thirty years, hopefully, they would still remind each other of the useless stuff the other forgot about. “Your turn.” He pressed on, focusing back on what was his true aim. An unwillingly admitted truth.

Vesper’s eyes wandered off into the skyline of Night City: she pondered the question with a palpable uneasiness – nose scrunched up in the usual bothered fashion and lips pressed tight. Far too easy to tell how she despised any inquiry that investigated too deep into her mind and pushed her, back facing the wall with no way to escape, into voicing elaborate emotions she had no intention of acknowledging. Instead Fenix leaned forward, still holding the edge of the parapet with choking anxiety for the dizzying height of the building. Expectant, and too eager to hear her speak.

With a tilt of the head she gathered her thoughts like futile trinkets one needs to throw away, and shaped them into words. “I think at some point I did stop loving you, back then.” Vesper admitted with a thin line of somber voice as she recalled the past.  She didn’t bother with more justifications, more words; explanations at this point, between them, would be a mere show of barking at the moon – a cussing in vain. “But I guess I never stopped…” a hum followed and her eyes met again with his curiously yellow-green coloured ones “that thing you said, already forgot the word.”

Oddly, as Fenix could never manage to stay quiet for too long when he had material to perform his insufferable tricks of provocations, he kept silent for a moment. Just enough to let the words sink in, that pinch of sweetness and bitterness alike.

“Then repeat after me.” He proposed with a newly blossomed smile. Vesper rolled her eyes but she turned slightly her torso to the side anyway: to face his stupidly handsome face better and don’t miss one single movement of his unbearable lips. For language learning purposes, of course.

Student now ready to be taught, he began. Ti. Repeat. Voglio. Repetition, just like a parrot. Then an abrupt stop.

“Yeah, that can be enough too.” Fenix’s smile was too arrogantly smug now for Vesper’s tastes, but she preferred to ignore any more Italian teaching for the night."