#643 words today

[kingsofeverything]

1686

[devilishchaos]

You know what I'm implying | Jack Harlow imagine

Rating / genre: fluff?

Pairings: Reader x Jack Harlow

Summary: Telling your boyfriend that you can't get your tampon out (prank).

Warnings: use of pet names “babe”, “baby”; NO mentions of blood or anything

Word Count: 643 words

This is a work of fiction. The story, names, characters and incidents either are product or the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

“Y/N!! Come on, men. We’re going to be late.” you heard Jack’s complaining from the other side of the door. 

You were currently in the bathroom trying to keep it together for the sake of the prank. You wanted to get Jack so bad since he scared you shitless earlier during the day. So you thought to yourself what better timing than now - being almost late to the regular weekly dinner with his crew. 

“Coming!” you shouted back before opening the door dramatically. 

Jack was laying on his front in the middle of your shared bed and was scrolling on his phone. The moment you opened the door he lifted his head up and looked at you. 

“What took so damn long?” he mumbled, clearly annoyed, but you didn’t move an inch and just stared blankly at him. 

“Babe? You alright?” he asked after a couple minutes of your guys's staring contest. 

“I need your help.” you paused “My tampon is stuck..” 

Instant shock on his face. 

“I need you to get it out.” you let him know, still with a blank face. 

He licked his finger and tried to get to you. 

“No! Jack, I'm serious.” 

“Okay.” he spoke for the first time in a while. 

“I tried to take it out, like twice. And it’s not coming out. At this point I can’t even feel it..” you said while gesticulating trying to make it seem more real. 

“Will you help me?” you asked while making puppy dog eyes at him.

Slowly blinking while trying to process everything, Jack whispered “Yeah..” 

After that he once again licked his finger and tried to touch you. 

“Jackman! It’s not funny!” you smacked his hand away. 

“I’m not-I’m fucking lubing up. Let’s go.” 

After a short laugh he asked “Wait. Why are you..You don’t have a tampon in!” 

“I do! I got my period today. Why do you think I was so horny earlier?” you said in hopes that he won’t suspect anything. While he scrunched up his face contemplating how he didn’t notice that something was going on. 

“Okay. What should I do?” 

“I don’t know..” you tried to suppress a laugh coming out “You have to like go..properly in..” 

“Okay. I can do that.” he started rubbing his hands together. 

“Why are you not taking this seriously? I’m like..scared, I’m shaking right now!” 

“Baby, it’s okay. We’re gonna get it out.” Jack got up from the bed and stood in front of you. “Lay down on the bed.” he instructed. 

“What? Lay on the bed for what? Who-who do you think I am?” you started laughing. 

“Baby, I-I don’t know how this is done okay. I’ve never done this in my life but I’ve been there.” his reply just sent you into a series of giggles but you absolutely lost it once you figured out what he actually meant. 

“Jackman Thomas! You really are something else.” 

“How can you be laughing in a situation like this?” 

“Says you who licked his fingers trying to “lube them up”. I can’t with you sometimes. And you damn well know I ain’t wearing a damn tampon. Let’s just go before we are really late.” you hit his shoulder moving past him. 

“What? So like you don’t have a tampon stuck inside you?” he asked, confused. 

“No! This was a prank.” 

“Oh, alright. I was so confused.” he shook his head “You never wear tampons so I was like what the hell is she talking about? You know.” 

“You are confused by nature, babe. Let’s go. I’m hungry.” 

“Hey, but on the brighter side: you can have something else stuck inside you-” 

“Jackman! Car. Now.” you scolded him. 

“Alright, alright. Trying to act like you don’t love it. Jeez.” he lifted his hands up in the air and made his way out of the room.

[foli-vora]

day 13: monster fucking - eddie brock & venom.

warnings: f!reader. 18+ ONLY. praise, p in v, monster fucking, rough sex, anal play/penetration, tentacle goodness

a/n: 643 words. this is my first tip toe into monster fucking territory lmao. hope it's okay! enjoy x

It’s too much.

It’s too fucking much.

It always is with them, and yet you fucking love it.

You live for it. You breathe for the way they fill you and bring you to the edge again and again and again. You hang for the feel of slick, inky black tendrils stretching along your skin, pulling you this way and that, tightening around your flesh and wrapping around your throat, slowly constricting and squeezing until you’re clenching hard around Eddie’s cock.

Sometimes he’s patient, simply content with letting Eddie have his fill of you and waiting for the green light to step in and have his turn.

Calm. Soft. Mirroring Eddie’s ever present adoration for you and showering you in his newly discovered love for giving and receiving affection, purring and curling under your hands. I enjoy this, tiny human.

Other days, like today, he fucking snaps.

He can’t hold back – he refuses to, rendered restless and itching for more from the sweet moans and wild cries Eddie pulls from your chest and the way you look so soft and open for them splayed across the bed, each lewd slap of flesh bouncing off the walls quickly dismantling his carefully crafted patience.

The black mass explodes from Eddie’s body and grows over his frame in mere seconds until you’re staring up at those large, white eyes in what feels like a blink.

The cock buried in you swells as the ripple of Venom overtaking Eddie pulsates against your walls, thickening and stretching your cunt until you feel like you physically can’t take anymore of it.

You attempt to pull yourself away from it, to scramble away a few inches at the very least, but the breath gets torn from your lungs with the longer the sticky tendrils keep you tethered against his hulking body.

Further extensions of him crawl along your skin, wrapping you in a web like embrace and keeping you full to the fucking brim, a low rumble of approval sounding from his chest with the more you whine and shift in an attempt to adjust to the sudden mass of him pushing heavily against your cervix.

He fucks you hard, slamming into you and forcing you to take the entire thick length of him again and again and you swear you feel him in your stomach.

“She can take it,” he purrs deeply, no doubt in response to Eddie presumably having something to say. “So good for us… always so good.”

You weaken at the praise as a slick tongue winds around your nipple, coating the pebbled peak with saliva before it drags a wet path up the skin of your throat.

Despite being stuffed full, his cock stretching the walls of your cunt to the brink of pain as he ruts into you with unforgiving force, you still beg for more, voice weak and shaky and fingers desperate as they dig into his thick skin.

"Our sweet girl is so greedy," he rumbles, amused and almost proud.

You feel the pressure of a tendril smooth over the skin beneath where he fucks into you, swirling through the arousal gushing from your entrance and smoothing it over the puckered hole of your ass.

A string of incoherent pleas fall from your tongue as it slides in with little resistance, quickly thickening and stretching you out until it starts to fuck you in time with his cock.

It's too much, and it's fucking glorious.

Stars frame your vision as you're dragged up to your blissful peak, quickly falling over the edge with a broken scream and Venom laps it up with a rumble of his own, his mouth spreading into a wild grin that's all sharp teeth and the promise of no mercy.

"Yess," he hisses, tendrils clutching you closer as he fucks into your cunt and ass, "scream for us."

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Floorboards and Astroturf

Jake Lockley x GN!Reader • Rating: T•Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | request info • MK Bingo 2024 Masterlist • ko-fi •

Summary: Jake has a surprise for you on a rainy day.

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A/N: Short and sweet <3 (I hope)

Warnings: fluff, reader being a little grumpy, Jake Jumpscare, Jake calling reader 'amor', typos - my head is really not in the game atm, please let me know if I've missed a warning!

Word Count: 643

You were a little bummed out as you made your way home from work on Friday. 

Not because the traffic was bad (it was) or that the bus was late (as normal) and full to the brim (you did manage to find some space towards the back doors), but because it raining. 

And was going to continue to do so for the rest of the weekend. 

On Wednesday the weather forecast had said the weekend ahead would have clear skies. On Thursday it predicted sunshine. 

And now here you were with a full year's worth of rain over two days. Excellent. 

Not that weather patterns that changed at the flip of a coin wasn’t unusual. It was just that you’d planned to go on a picnic on Saturday with Steven, Marc, and Jake to Greenwich park. And now that definitely wasn’t going to happen. Unless you want wanted to swim there and back. 

So you were in a little bit of a bad mood when you got back to the flat. Shutting the door a little too hard, stamping your feet as you took off your shoes and sighing. 

You didn’t expect Jake to be grinning like the Cheshire cat right in front of you when you turned around. 

“Fuck!” You visually jump and Jake can’t stop a small chuckle. 

“Sorry amor, didn’t mean to scare you.”

“Could have fooled me.” You said a little harsher than normal, but Jake didn’t seem to mind. 

He holds up his hands and smiles. 

“What are you doing there anyway, just… standing there?” 

“Waiting for you.”

You give him a look. 

“I heard your footsteps in the hall.” He shrugs as if it’s not a big deal, and you decide to let his uncanny ability to differentiate individuals slip for now. “I have a surprise for you.” 

You raise an eyebrow at him as he steps forward and helps you out of your coat before handing it on the stand. 

“Thank you.” You mumble, starting to smile at how purposefully over the top he is acting, putting on a playful performance for you.

He takes you by the hand and leads you further into the flat. Once your field of vision isn’t blocked by Steven’s bookshelf you laugh quietly. A large grin spreads itself over your face, your shoulders relaxing. 

Jake smiles wider. 

He’s moved the furniture out of the way so that there’s a large space on the floor. There’s a large patch of floorboards that are covered with fake grass and topped with a tartan blanket. He’s also set up the mini projector with his phone, an image of a sunny park projected onto the bedsheet he’s draped over one of the bookshelves. 

By the blanket is a selection of food and drink, some that you purposefully bought for the weekend yesterday, and some that he’s obviously made today. 

“You like it?” He asks, eyes sparkling even though he knows the answer.

“I love it.” You say softly before you turn and hug him tightly. 

“I know you were disappointed about the weather…” he kisses your cheek. “I don’t deserve all the credit, Marc and Steven helped.” 

“Not true!” Steven suddenly chimes in.

“Came up with the idea and did it all himself!” Marc adds proudly. 

A touch of heat builds in Jake’s cheeks. “Yeah… well, you guys helped.” 

You giggle and kiss him lightly. “You’re the sweetest person in the world, Jake Lockley.” 

He grins, giving you another little squeeze and puffing his chest out a little. “I’m okay.” 

“The best.” 

He presses his lips to yours, soft and sweet, but deep and longing. Slowly taking you apart with his tongue. “Does the best person get whatever he wants?” He teases. 

“I don’t know…” You pretend to think. “What does he want?” 

He nuzzles your cheek. “I think you have a rough idea.”

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HAPPINESS IS A BUTTERFLY. - charlie walker

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⊹₊⋆ synopsis: he's a serial killer...

✮⋆˙ [tags] @faesucksass @lustkillers @mayathepsychic1999 @josibunn @si1nful-symph0ny @livingdead-materialgirl@romanroyapoligist @oliviah-25 @auggiethecreator @vanlisbon@lankysimp

female!reader x charlie

word count: 643

contents: public sex, kinda cheating, a little stalking (reader is the stalker)

you watched from the opposite side of the classroom as charlie mindlessly flirted with two girls, not looking in your direction once. you sighed deeply, thinking back to the long phone call you two had had last night. the one where he said that you were the only one he wanted. he’d told you one thing and now you were hearing another.

you always found yourself looking at him from afar, never being close enough to actually catch him before he flew away. he always sent you mixed signals. did truly want you, or are you just another conquest to help fill the void in his soul? even then, you would fill the role in an instant if only he would give you the light of day.

but the same thing happened every night. the same midnight calls, the same confessions, humming the same songs across the line until you both fell asleep. then you saw him the next day, chatting it up with a new girl and forgetting all about you just as you thought you had him in your grasp. the monotony was sickening to you.

you went to all of his stupid movie marathons and pretended to like all the things he likes, all for a measly make-out session in his backseat.

you let out a shaky sigh as his lips travelled from yours down to your neck, leaving a sloppy trail as he whispered quietly to you. “you’re the only one for me, baby. all mine…” as much as the words heated you to your core, you knew that it was all bullshit. you wrapped your legs around his waist as he began to pull his sweatshirt off of your body, tossing it to the side as he fucked you right outside of the cinema’s parking lot.

his rusty old van creaked and groaned under the weight of you two, threatening to give in from how rough he was being with you. you wrapped your arms around his neck, whimpering into his shoulder as you gave in to the pleasure, letting yourself believe that you were the only one for him. how naive you were. you caught him in the same parking spot the week after, doing the same thing that he did to you to another girl.

he was a serial killer, going around finding whatever helpless victim would let him take their life. but what was the worst that could happen to you? he had already hurt you too many times to count. you didn’t mind being killed by him. but you knew he was hurting just as badly as you were. he was a hopeless romantic who belonged to no one, and that surely left a sting.

he was just as bad as they all said he was but you were cursed to fall for him anyway, longing for the day that he would feel the same. but that day never came.

the day came that you finally confronted him, tears filling your eyes as you called him out as the jerk he was. you had always let him use you until he was pleased and throw you away until next time. you sat in his passenger seat, mouthing off as he occasionally glanced at you from the side. 

you took a good look at his expression, seeing that none of your words had put him on edge. he appeared completely serene as he drove quietly. something you never saw when he was with someone else. he took your hand and brought it to his lips, kissing it softly as he sighed contently. “i meant what i said. you really are the only one for me.” you wanted to roll your eyes and call him out for his manipulation but you stayed quiet, relaxing in his embrace as you realized that you finally caught your butterfly.

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[btsbabe7]

November Prompt 16: Fingertips

Words: 643 | Pairing: Draco Malfoy x reader

You’ve seen muggles addicted to things like money, cars, even alcohol, After all, everyone in the world has something they are addicted to, but you always found yourself back in the same place when it came to your own, plastered against the cool hallway wall in The Malfoy Manor with a bated breath.

Draco Malfoy is about six feet of the male version of sex on legs. His signature platinum blonde hair and piercing silver eyes had caught the eyes of many girls at school. It really drove everyone mad when he’d started growing scruff around his jawline, but none could handle the roughness around the edges like you could. Surprisingly, even being from different houses, Draco’s invited you here many times over breaks and his father never complained. Usually you’d just study together or complain about things neither of you have control over, but couldn’t discuss within the walls of the school. However, it never mattered which came first because it always ended the same.

Today, the mansion has been completely empty aside from you and Draco. The family elf, Dobby had been dismissed thanks to Harry himself just months ago and Lucius’ frequent business for the Ministry had kept him too occupied to bother finding a replacement. Draco’s mother, Narcissa has been keeping herself busy too lately, running alongside her sister, Bellatrix doing who knows what. And in that same manner, you’ve been running around doing who knows what with Draco all week long.

It always started in the dining room. The long ebony table took up most of the room, but the family had hardly sat here for a proper meal. When you were alone in the comfort of your parent’s home, you’d think of Draco eating here alone, only served by an elf that would quickly be dismissed and now, he doesn’t even get that.

The curtains don’t help much either. Heavy black, pure velvet clinging over the floor to ceiling windows and it sickened you. You could hardly see the sun through them, not a single plant would ever survive here, but they were a perfect accent in comparison to the emerald green chairs. At least his father thought so.

You’d sat closer to Draco today, side by side actually. You’d decided to open the curtains to let in some of the natural light. Draco protested, even going as far as rushing over to take your hands off. His father would be upset, of course, but you could handle it. Lucius didn’t scare you.

And with the sun peering through just right and Draco’s hand on yours, rays catch in the silvers of his irises. He must have noticed the same spark in your own eyes, a curiosity clouding your young lustful minds.

Draco’s lips were on yours faster than you could breathe and within that time, he had you right where he wanted you. So, you stand, half naked with goosebumps prickling across the surface of you skin from being smashed again the frigidness of the wall just outside his bedroom. You two couldn’t even make it that far, but that’s nothing new.

Draco’s lips follow everywhere his fingertips travel. From your curls to the tip of your bulbed nose, to your lips and the curve of your jawline. He took extra care to let his fingers curl around the base of your neck when he kissed there, causing you to moan up towards the ceiling in pleasure while he kissed deep into your skin, licking and biting too before leaving the area warm and throbbing in his absence. The next you know, you’ve been kissed all over, inches of your body trembling against his touch and his absence. He always takes you into his room when you’re like this, drunk off the touch of his fingertips and kisses, and yearning to have your addiction completely satisfied.

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dec' x 04 - scarf

Prompt: scarf Pairing: jack daniels x reader Word Count: 643 Warnings: I think jack comes with his own warnings doesn't he? nothing going on here except a very loose use of today's prompt! these are characters from a wip that hasn't even seen the light of day, let alone been finished - talk about working backwards 😆 Summary: let's get this out there, I know nothing about Kentucky except that my favourite Backstreet Boy when I was younger is from there - but I Googled until I couldn't Google anymore to confirm it does snow there! So, on with the story, it's a trip into town, which requires the use of the ranch's old truck. AO3: Linked

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The morning sun cast a low, pale light over the ranch, reflecting off the snow-dusted fields as you stepped outside, the crisp coolness of a Kentucky winter morning nipping at your cheeks. Jack was waiting for you, leaning against the barn door with a lazy grin on his face, his breath misting in the chilly air, his gaze fixed on the old Chevy truck parked nearby, its edges lined with a fine layer of frost.

“I suppose they don't have trucks like this in the city,” he drawled, the teasing lilt in his voice muffled somewhat by his thick scarf.

You arched an eyebrow at him, wrapping your coat tighter around you. “You know, the city has trucks too, right? They're not exclusive to the country—even in the winter.”

His chuckle was a warm rumble in the cold, mixing with the muted chirping of winter-hardy birds. He sauntered over to the truck, his boots leaving prints in the light dusting of snow on the gravel drive. “But they're all sleek and heated,” he pointed out, resting a gloved hand on the hood of the truck, the blue paint chipped and dulled, a contrast with the white of the snow.

“And?” You tilted your head, the frosty air turning your breath into clouds.

His eyes twinkled with amusement, “This here is a manual sugar—with no heated seats.”

You feigned a gasp as you clutched at your chest, “I do declare,” you said with a dramatic impression of a southern accent, “whatever will I do?” you followed him to the truck, a wide smile spreading across your face.

He gave you a long, considering look, then shook his head with a sheepish grin that crinkled the corners of his eyes. “You sure you can drive it, Mouse?”

You blinked at him, then burst into laughter, “Mouse?” you managed to gasp out between chuckles, your breath forming puffs of mist.

He shrugged, “You're our city mouse, aren't you?”

You took a deep breath, your chest heaving in the heavy coat, trying to quell your laugh. “I’d take that ridiculous nickname you gave me over Mouse. Also, you know, my actual name works just as well?”

“I know.” His voice was quiet, the words hanging in the air between you, the mention of the city a reminder that your time at the ranch was temporary with the lawyers meeting at the end of the month.

A moment of silence settled between you as you both took in the truck, the ranch, and the snow-capped day stretching out before you.

Jack moved to the passenger door, opening it with a gesture for you to get inside that sent a small cascade of snowflakes to the ground. 

You shook your head, smiling despite the chill, “Are you getting in?” you asked.

Jack's eyebrows shot up, his surprise visible even with his hat pulled down low. “You don't want me to drive?”

You smirked, the keys jingling like ice in your hand. “Get in the truck, Jack.” The challenge was clear in your tone, even as your breath fogged the air.

As you both climbed in, the old leather seats creaking and stiff from the cold, you felt a surge of anticipation. Your brother, twelve years older than you, had insisted on you learning how to drive stick, and you couldn’t have been more thankful for it despite all your protests so many years ago. You slid the key into the ignition and with a satisfying roar, the truck came to life, the engine's heat slowly battling the frost on the windshield. Jack glanced over at you with a mix of surprise and respect as you shifted the truck into gear with ease.

With a final smirk in his direction, you pulled out of the driveway, the truck's tires crunching over the snow, ready to tackle the winter roads into town.

[amive2567]

hi hi! hope you’re doing well!

could i request a gekko x fem reader where the reader is new to the protocol and gekko trains them? like how harbor trains gekko

i don’t really have anything else to add lol, have fun with it! we need more posts on the gekko x reader tag fr

hope you have a great day/night, and stay hydrated!

A/N: First of all, sorry that it took so long. I was hit with terrible writers block and live was bit stressful so the piece may or may not be the best, but i hope you still like it. Translations: Ojo Bonita = watch out beauty Entrenador = coach Hermosa = gorgeous Cariño = love, but can be interpreted as “dear” or “honey” Words: 643 Type of order: Bubble tea (request), Hot chocolate (fluff ), small Green Tea (platonic with specks of mutual interest romantically), Cupcake (one shot)

As a new recruit in the Val HQ, you still felt lost. Even though you already made some friends and developed a crush on a certain green-haired agent, you still couldn't pinpoint where the training ground was. Harbor even gave you a map, but you failed to orientate yourself in this huge building. A glance at your watch told you that you were slowly but surely running late. "Shit, shit, shit…" you mumbled while trying to find this damn training ground. You rush around corners and long hallways until you stumbled against a body. "¡Ojo Bonita! Why are you running so fast? Jeez you could have tripped, but I am glad you are finally there." Gekko spoke calmly. He picked you up from the ground and got you back on your feet. "I am so sorry. I still have no orientation in this huge building. Where is Harbor?" You glance behind you to look around you. There is no trace of him. "He is busy today. So I am your personal entrenador, hermosa." You smile at him, cursing yourself at the same time that you paid so little attention in your Spanish classes in high school. "We should get going then? I already took some of your time, because of my delay."

At first, he began to explain the different weapons to you. "So the Vandal is a bit more complicated. This weapon's short bursts of fire make short work of enemies. However, the stability suffers with continuous fire. The Vandal maintains its damage at long range and rewards those who specialize in single headshots." he explains expertly. You pick up the weapon and aim at a dummy. "Hermosa, let me show you how to aim properly," he says and stands behind you. He takes your hands in his and guides you. His warmth, lets a shiver run down your spine. "Make sure to aim at the head. The weapon is quite heavy, so you should get some arm training done." He grabs your waist and forces you to take some steps back. Your breath is stuck in your throat. The warmth of his body makes your heart flutter. "Now shoot," he says,and you press the trigger. A loud bang echoes through the hall and the dummy collapses. "I did it." you cheer, and out of euphoria, you hug him.

For a moment no one realized what just happened until you let go, your cheeks were flushed red. "Oh, err, sorry, I didn't mean to…" you stuttered. "No problem, hermosa, it was cute." his cheeks are also faintly red band he rubbed the back of his neck. Both of you kept quiet for a while, and an uncomfortable silence followed. "So, er, what is on the schedule now?" you ask shyly. "I will teach you how to move properly and how to aim during hectic situations" Gekko explained, he seemed to hide his embarrassment for now and tried to be professional.

The hours passed, and you got exhausted. He was kind, but his training was hard. Sweat was running down your forehead, but you kept going, and pushed through. "You did well, hermosa." Gekko patted your back. You smiled up at him and nodded. "Thanks" Gekko handed you a water bottle. "Your first practice went well, but you still need to improve much. We need to teach you hand-to-hand combat as well and all. We continue this tomorrow" He said and smiled. "See ya" he waved goodbye and walked his way, leaving you alone at the HQ training room.

More training sessions had been done, and you improved gravely. Gekko was pleased and also proud. "Hermosa, I think you're ready for your first mission and after it, I have a little surprise. Keep up the good work Cariño" He winked which left you speechless, but a happy feeling arose in your chest.

[kpoppwriter]

One of These Days

❧ Genre: fluff

❧ Words: 643

❧ Warnings: n/a

❧ Synopsis: “One of these days, we’re going to see each other in person again, right?” “Of course we will.”

❧ A/N: I’ve been stuck between Chan and Yuta brainrot (while also bordering on Cheol brainrot)

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“One of these days, we’re going to see each other in person again, right?”

“Of course we will.”

This is a conversation you and Chan had frequently. It was hard living in a different country from your boyfriend. You could facetime and text all day but it never felt like enough sometimes. You desperately wanted to just be in his arms and feel his lips on yours. 

You met Chan in Korea while on a work trip. You were there working on a project for your company and needed to stay in the country for a month. Chan popped into your life on your first day in Korea. He noticed you standing by yourself looking very confused at the street signs around you. You were lost and didn’t speak a word of Korean. He offered to help you get to your destination which you gladly accepted. The two of you were inseparable for the rest of your trip. You didn’t plan on falling in love while you were in Korea but here you were almost a year later still with that same boy you met on your first day there. 

You checked your phone for the millionth time in the last hour. Chan hadn’t been responding as frequently as he usually does. You assumed it was because he was hard at work in the studio and forgot to check his phone. He did do that quite a bit. You flipped your phone over and just got back to work. He’d respond to you when he had the chance. 

“Y/N, we’re going out to lunch. Care to join?”

“No thanks,” you smiled at your coworker, “I have some paperwork to catch up on.”

Your coworker gave you a nod before heading towards the elevators. The office was weirdly quiet now that everyone was out for lunch. You actually didn’t mind it too much. The silence was refreshing. 

It didn’t stay quiet for too long though. Your phone began to ring, disturbing the peace. You broke out into a big smile when Chan’s name popped upon your screen.

“Hi Chan!”

“Hi baby,” you could hear the smile in his voice, “There’s something I have to tell you.”

“Oh, what’s up?”

“Come downstairs.”

“What?”

“Just come downstairs,” he chuckled

It finally clicked in your head. You rushed to the elevators. You swore the elevators were being extra slow today. Finally, it showed up and you pressed the button to the lobby. Once the doors opened, you stepped out into the lobby. Your eyes scanned around looking for a familiar figure. A smile spread across your face when you spotted Chan staring at you. You ran over to him, your arms wrapping around him.

“Chan! What’re you doing here?”

“I wanted to see you,” he hugged you tightly, “I missed you.”

“I missed you too.”

You pulled back enough to look at him. You can’t believe he was here in your arms. It didn’t feel real. You pressed your lips to his catching him a bit off guard. His hand came up to cup your cheek deepening the kiss. You sighed against his lips. You never wanted this to end. 

But unfortunately, you had to part in order to catch your breath. Your foreheads were pressed together. Both of you were smiling so wide that your cheeks would be hurting later. 

‘“When did you even get here?” you asked

“I came right here from the airport.”

“How did you even get here?”

“I mean I got on an airplane-”

“No,” you nudged him playfully, “I mean, what about work and the boys?”

“You don’t have to worry about that. I’m here to just spend time with you.”

His thumb stroked your cheek tenderly. You leaned into his touch. It’s been so long since you’ve been so close and intimate with Chan. Gods you loved it. You never wanted it to end. 

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Dead Mans Switch - A Void Silver/ALTRverse FanFic

Angst, Hurt/Comfort Fic

CW: implied attempted execution, blood, injury, near death experiences, almost major character death (he doesn't actually die but he definitely thinks he's going too) self loathing, self deprecated thinking, major sacrifice

Also implied Sunday x Marvin because I want people to see them in the way I do

Word Count: 1, 643

If you had told Marvin only a year ago that The Magic Circle, the people he trusted the most, would be the ones to put him in grave danger, he wouldn't have believed you.

It was almost like some kind of cruel joke, it rang out in the back of Marvin's mind as the red hot pain of his injuries bled through the fabric of his now bloodstained and sticky clothes. A very small part of him grimaced at the thought of peeling said fabric off his wounds- but a bigger part of him wondered if he would be allowed to live that long.

A sadness and fear blossomed in his chest as Marvin started to come to realise that he is going to die. His mask layed shattered in half in front of him- his aid being stripped away and broken into pieces as the Twins first attack. One that left the left side of his face burning in an agony he couldn't even begin to describe- his left eye filled with red and began to darken. Marvin wondered if he'd be able to see from that eye again if he somehow managed to get out of his situation alive.

The face of one of the Twins- whom he never was able to discover the name of- stared back at him with a cold, uncaring expression. It wasn't even like she particularly cared that he had betrayed The Magic Circle, or her by extension, or that he mattered any more to her than some pest that needed to be dealt with.

He stared back at her with the one eye that could still see with as much sorrow and pleading as he could muster. If the mage had any compassion for the man at any point she certainly did not show it. There was a cruel nothing behind her gaze, something that only cemented Marvin's fate in the form of a stone cold headstone.

He should've been smarter- been more vigilant, consulted and found more allies. He shouldn't have looked into the void of a man in the first place. It wasn't his business and now he was paying the price for it.

He had Sunday- the one person who truly stuck by his side through all of this. He owed Sunday everything for the sacrifice the man made for him, Sunday had everything to lose by putting his trust in Marvin and he did so without a second thought- how Marvin could've ever repaid him he had no idea. All he knew is that, even if he escaped this situation, he'd never be able to.

Sunday was apprehended by the other twin- his magic had a stronghold on the man, forcing him in a stone like stillness, watching the brutal execution take place. Marvin wished nothing more than to spare the man the view, but paired against both of the twins, even at his full ability, Marvin didn't stand a fighting chance.

Marvin was not a pleading man, up until this point there was nothing you could have done to convince him to be vulnerable in any sense of the word. But today was not like most days and Marvin feared what would become of not just himself but of Sunday- and of the people that will no doubt be affected by the man who is void of all space.

Marvin looked back on Sunday- his eyes were glazed over in the same purple glow as the Twins where, his face frozen in horrified shock. It was then Marvin felt the warmth of his own tears sting the deep cuts on his face- It was his fault- all of it- he should've done or said anything, Sunday would've been spared if he hadn't. Marvin didn't want to think of what would come of his friend if he died.

Would they kill him off for helping him?

Marvin couldn't stand the thought- he had to- no he needed to make sure that this would not happen. His fear and sorrow gave way to the last resort Marvin had- a dead man's switch of all mages when they get to a certain level of their ability, only to be used in the most dire of situations and not recommended if you plan on continuing on having magic.

It was a true last resort. Marvin would never be the same if he did this. He would never get back to the level he had spent his entire life building up too if he even attempted this. But how much life does he have left? He's almost dead as it is- it would be the only way he could ever repay his debt to Sunday…

Marvin's magic erupted in a fiery blaze of agony- every last fibre of energy and magic left in him exploded into a wave of electrical rage. Marvin kept his eyes shut, only looking at Sunday to assure himself the spell wouldn't harm him.

There was a look of shock and rage that flashed on the faces of the Twins. The male Twin dropping his hold on Sunday- who collapsed to the ground in anticipation of the spell rushing past him. The spell hit both of the twins as they both attempted to stop Marvin. Neither of which succeeded.

As the magic settled, Marvin fully collapsed to the ground, feeling the life bleed out of him slowly. The pain even started to fade- he couldn't give up now- but he just could not move, he was so tired…

“MARVIN?”

Sunday's voice rang out- Marvin couldn't move or speak to settle his fear, but he felt him roll his body onto his back as his breathing, rugged as it was, came out in slow and painful waves. He felt the coldness of Sunday attempting a healing spell.

"Healing spells always leave such a minty taste at the back of your throat", Marvin thought- as he tried to cough up words to reassure the other with. All he could muster was his blood soaked hand lazily reaching out to the other- it landing on the side of Sunday's face and it stayed there until Marvin didn't have the energy to keep it held any longer-

Healing spells could only work on wounds that the body could naturally heal by itself, the spell essentially only sped up the process. Both of them knew that, it didn't stop Sunday from trying.

Marvin felt the world start to move around him as Sunday picked him up- was he planning on taking him to a hospital-?

The world went blurry…

And then it went dark.

There was a harsh light when Marvin woke up. A blinding light. For a second he almost thought that he was dead and had passed on to the afterlife. But as his vision came too, he was definitely in a hospital bed- a faint droning beeping of several machines he was hooked up to played in the background as he weakly took in his surroundings.

Sunday was asleep- a book half open still in his hand. The desk next to him had a small pile of books, most of them on healing spells- a small few being graphic novels Marvin recognised from his own shop. Had Sunday tried reading to him? The idea pulled at Marvin's heart in a way he couldn't describe- his attention pulled to Sunday himself. His clothes were in a state, bags under his eyes heavy and his demeanour just screamed that the man had barely slept.

The guilt of everything started to set in- even now Sunday was giving more of himself just to help Marvin. Probably not knowing if the man would live or not. Marvin couldn't help but feel a crushing sensation wash over him- he won't be able to protect him now- of course Sunday could protect himself, he was at the same level, if not deserved a higher level of magic compared to Marvin. Sunday was strong and resilient and Marvin knew that.

But the idea of him not being able to do anything to help Sunday- without his magic how could Marvin even begin to protect or to help Sunday.

He deserves better than this- he shouldn't be wasting his time with me- the warmth of his own tears poured down his face. Marvin couldn't help but collapse under the realisation of everything that had happened.

It must've been the sounds of his sobs that woke Sunday up-

“Marv you- oh thank fuck-” Sunday crashed into him in a strong embrace, he held onto Marvin like he was about to slip away again. Marvin clung onto his friend's shirt, all he could do was bury his face into his shoulder and let himself cry.

“You had me so worried- the Twins they've gotten off, I can't track them with a scrying spell so I don't know what they're up too but we're protected right now don't worry. You've been here for nearly a week now by the way..”

Sunday trailed off with a yawn. Clearly his nap hadn't helped with his clear exhaustion at all.

“Why are you here Sunday..”

Marvin asked, his voice broken and hoarse. The look on Sundays face in response pained him-

“You've done so much for me- I don't deserve it-”

“No- none of that”

Sunday cut him off almost immediately.

“Marvin I'm here because I- because I care.”

Sunday pulled Marvin back into a hug. Marvin tiredly accepted it without question. Maybe for just a moment he could let himself feel the warmth of the other man and let himself feel lost in it.

There was an uncertainty in the air. About the twins, the magic circle, the void man, his magicless future- everything. The only thing he could be certain off is the comforting liminality of this moment, just waiting for whatever happens next to arrive.

[dailyreverie]

Getting lost in a good book

A/N: Requested by @stevenngrant. Lorena sweetheart I really hope you loke this! This is basically me manifesting cute museum moments with Steven, because that's what he deserves.

Fall prompts 🍂 Getting lost in a good book

Pairing: Steven Grant x reader (gender neutral)

Word count: 643 words

[gif by @barbara-gordons]

Just as every other night, your heart fluttered at the sight of Steven waiting for you, long past his leaving time but right in time for yours. He’s always there, sitting somewhere along the exhibit with a new book in his hands. This arrangement had been going on for way too long, ever since he became a tour guide and you found him wandering around the archive right next to your office. “Oh wow! Look at this place! Do you think we could go through all these?” He had said to no one but himself, looking at all the boxes of books and investigations and photographs of all his favorite things, and since then it was your mission to help him go through as much as he could - and it was the perfect way he had to start talking to you.

It led to Steven visiting your office to gush about his latest discovery, and as the weather began to get colder and your feelings began to get stronger, to coffee cups shared in between talks and walks to the nearest coffee shop in lousy attempts to get warm - they always worked, if you had to be honest, because if it wasn’t one of his passionate talks, then his lips on yours would always finish the job.

Steven was leaning against his old counter when you spotted him. He was curled into himself, shielding from the cold that was already filling the lobby of the museum, with the book you had left for him in his locker that morning held in between his hands and his eyes scanning quickly through the pages. 

“Steven,” you called for him, waiting for him to look up at you while you finished putting on your coat. The lack of an answer didn’t surprise you. “Steve, are you ready to go?” You repeated, but by the looks of it, he was too entertained by the text in front of him, completely lost on his reading.

Walking towards him you called his name again, a fun smile on your lips when you saw how deep into the reading he was thanks to the book you gave him. “Earth calling Steven.” You peeked from behind the cover of his book, finding his gaze and making him take a double take at you.

“Oh, love! I’m so sorry! Did you call me?” He quickly placed his bookmark - the pyramid one you gave him - on the page he left off and threw it into his bag. “I did it again, didn’t I?”

Steven cringed at his own question, muttering a quick apology after you pecked his lips softly.

“It’s alright, don’t worry. And if anything, I’m glad you’re liking the book.” You rubbed his arms, hoping to melt the cold from his body after he had been waiting for the past hour in the cold room by himself. “I would leave you to your reading, but it’s freezing today and it’s getting late.”

“As if I would let you walk by yourself.” Steven extended his hand waiting for yours to join it. As always, he kissed your knuckles when you grabbed his hand and rubbed it with both of his as you walked outside. “Should we go get dinner? Is there any place you’re craving?” He asked, still squeezing your hand.

You knew him too well, though, and even though he had put the book down you knew he was eager to get back to it just as much as you were to slip into one of his sweaters as he repeated the most interesting bits to you cuddled by his side. “Let’s just go home, shall we?”

“Let’s go.” Steven smiled, almost too knowingly of what your plans were, but maybe that’s why he couldn’t resist to kiss you softly once more as he began to lead the way back home.

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[britishserpent]

Protective / Comforting Loki

The following is just somewhere my mind wandered to today, and it made me feel a bit better. I thought I would share if anyone else needed a little support today.

Loki x Anxious Reader

Mentions of Anxiety & Panic Attack

No smut, just protective/comforting Loki.

643 Words.

Loki kept his distance as he followed you. You had held yourself so well, but his keen eye had recognised the signs that only he would know were part of the act; the wall of protection you put up whenever your anxiety began to creep in. You nodded a little too attentively when spoken to, and your chest flushed slightly as the rate of your breathing increased; your mind tricking you into believing you weren't breathing at all, setting you off in a spiral of hyperventilation. You had quickly made your excuses to leave the room, unable to resist the overwhelming urge to run away any longer.

He knew you wouldn't break down while in the company of others, and he watched as you entered the familiar clearing beside the lake, finding your safe place behind the large oak tree that shielded you from judgemental eyes. The looks were never judgemental from those around you, but your mind made you believe they were. He leant against the opposite side of the broad trunk, protectively keeping watch for anyone that might disturb you, and allowed you to cry. He knew you didn't need to hear suggestions of how to distract your racing mind, nor instructions of how to take calming breaths. You always hated being told how to calm yourself down. You just wanted to ride through the emotions alone and rid your body of the panic that ran through it.

He only moved once your cries had begun to settle and tentatively walked around the tree to offer comfort. It broke his heart to see your tear-stained cheeks, and he didn't speak as he instinctively thumbed away the wet trails. You let out a sound that consisted of a half-sob, half-laugh at his action, and he brought you in towards his chest to embrace you. "I feel so stupid. It's been a while since I have felt like this. I just couldn't shake it." His chin rested on the top of your head, and you felt the movement of his jaw when he spoke to you, "My dear, you are the strongest person I know. It is not a weakness to feel overwhelmed, nor a burden you must carry alone. You know I will always be here for you, to offer whatever support you may need." You took in his grounding scent, he always knew the right thing to say and do, and you felt your heart rate begin to slow. It finally began to feel like the air truly was meeting your lungs with each breath, and you sighed into the embrace.

He gently placed a hand under your chin to get you to look up at him. He could always get you to reveal parts of yourself that you wished to keep buried away from others. "I still feel a little off," you whispered, and he furrowed his brow slightly with concern. "I think we should do the thing." You couldn't help but let out a genuine laugh at his suggestion. "Loki, we are too old for such childish things." He broke the embrace and grabbed your hand in response, "Nonsense, if we look like fools, so be it. Nobody will say anything with me by your side." You smiled up at him and allowed him to lead you towards the edge of the lake. You slipped off your shoes and dipped a toe into the water, finding it to be less cold than expected. "Ok" you nodded at him and took a deep breath before you both jumped into the water together. His fingers remained entwined with yours as you both rose, kicking your legs beneath the surface to keep you afloat. A joyful laugh left your mouth, and he grinned at the glitter of enjoyment in your eyes when you suggested you both jump in again.

[isadumbass]

Not the bride

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Summary: when Peter leave you at the alter and never shows up, you are heartbroken but what really happened

Warning: being left at the alter, crying.

Word count: 643

Today. Today was supposed to be the best day of my life the day that I would finally marry the love of my life.

But here I was being abandoned by him, I was being left at the alter. Never in my life did I thought that Peter would do this to me, he is the most amazing kindest person this was so not like him.

Maybe something came up and he is running late, with him being spider man and everything he had to put that first. But no one else knows that.

I look to the faces of my guests they all looked at me with sadness and disappointment and pity. 

There would be no wedding. After waiting for 30 minutes for him to show. Harry as his best man try to call him multiple of times. It was so embarrassing to have to tell everyone to go home.

Harry came up to me he looked so sad and disappointed in his best friend. “I’m so sorry y/n I know pete and he would do something like this I don’t know what is going on with him”. He put his hand on my shoulder.

“It’s okay, I’m just going to go home” I side smiled.

I swear Peter needs to be dying or I will kill him myself he really miss our wedding.

As I open my door I saw something that made my heart drop to my stomach, I couldn’t breath.

Peter was on the floor facing the ground blood was all over him he wasn’t moving at all. He was as white as paper.

I ran to his side tear already streaming down my face. Please, please for the love of god, please be okay.

I move him so his face upwards, he was still wearing his mask I quickly took it off to see that he already had a black eye his lip was cut and his face was swollen. He looked so bad.

I started to cry even more, I was mad at him while was dying I’m such a horrible person.

He opened his eyes and try to smile. My poor baby. He coughed “did I miss the wedding?” He frowned bring his hand to my cheek and stroke it.

I put my hand to his. “Pete you will okay I promise” it sound it like I was mostly saying to me then him.

“You look so beautiful in the dress I sorry I missed our wedding” here he is dying and he is apologizing.

“Baby you don’t need to apologize it not your fault” I got up to call the ambulance my dress was mostly covered in blood then I realize that Pete is still in his spider man outfit they couldn’t see him like this.

I took my phone and ran to get try and find something to change him in. Thankfully he stopped bloody. I squatted next to him and try to get him to sit upwards he groan in pain.

“I’m sorry” I whispered trying to change him. “You know I don’t mean for any of this to happen” he replied.

“I know baby I know I need you to keep your energy, okay?” as I finish the paramedics came.

”I’m sorry” ever since we got to the hospital he has stop apologizing.

“Pete stop apologizing isn’t your fault I’m not mad at you, I love you. I lend in to his kiss him on the lips.

He put his hand on my cheek “I love you more” kissing me again.

“We are going to have the wedding?” He asked hopefully.

“If you promise you will not leave me dying on the floor then yes”.

[thewordworrier]

13th September - 643 words. Worked On: the ReverseVampireAU Favourite Line: Aw

“But I’m not going to let you suffer anymore,” Shelly whispered. “More to the point, I can’t - I physically can’t.”

Well today was a good sewing day. So much cat sewn, so much cat left to sew. But writing was hard, I think, because I started feeling a bit ill later in the evening. Not sure why, maybe just a bit sick? idk. I've been drinking enough, maybe a smidge more than normal? I'm sure I'll be fine, I've felt worse. It's probably a combination of things. I'll be fine. I always am.

[electrosspidey]

PAIRING: peter parker x fem!reader(could be gn!reader too I didn’t rly specify pronouns)

WARNINGS: peter being a lil douchy in the beginning, lil angst, unedited

WORD COUNT: 643 words

A/N: sooo hello again :) I haven’t written in a hot minute so this may suck lmao. also this was inspired by a prompt from this list!! anyway as always lmk if u have any feedback or requests :D that’s all!

GOING OUT ON PATROL and looking for crime was something very normal for Peter. He had been doing it since he was 15 and would most likely be doing it for a very long time. So it was safe to say it could get a little boring sometime. Peter would stop and sit on a random rooftop, sometimes preferring to look for crime from his bird's eye view rather than swinging throughout the city.

He was currently doing this, scanning the city for any trouble when he saw something that caught his eye. A slumped figure was slowly trudging down the sidewalk just below him. But that wasn’t what caught his eye. The lackluster hair? The terribly styled clothes? The overall foul aura? It had to be you.

Peter snickered diabolically and swung himself down to your level. He landed behind you and cockily straightened his posture.

A slightly evil grin overtook Peter’s face as ur snarled, “Y’know my sense we’re going really crazy and thought somethin’ terrible was going down here.” He then sighed dramatically. “Turns out it was just you.”

An awkward pause filled the air as Peter waited for your response. His grin faltered slightly. You buried your face in your hands and groaned loudly before spinning around to face Peter.

“Oh my god,” you laughed in disbelief. “I can’t believe it! I was wrong-“

“I’m sorry, why is that surprising to you?”

“After everything that could have possibly gone wrong today, some how more could go wrong! You just had to show up! Y’just had to come and put the icing on the cake didn’t you?”

Peter’s expression soured into one of pure offense. “We’ll you’re grouchier than usual. What happened, your flying broomstick finally broke?”

“I know you’re obsessed with me or something but can you just leave me alone this one time?” You asked, your voice grating and filled with pure rage.

Peter ignored your comment. “Wait, something’s not right.” He gave you a quick once over. “Oh wow. You actually look kinda decent today. Well except for your makeup. It’s kinda smudged around your eyes. Like over here and here-“ he begins to motion with his hands.

“Yes I know that Peter!” You all but shout back at him.

The nice dress, the smudged makeup, your worse than usual mood suddenly connect the dots for him.

“Oh my god, you were stood up weren’t you. Were you stood up for a date?”

You groaned once again and harshly rubbed your face with your hands. Tears began to prick at the corner of your eyes as the humiliation you were feeling began creeping back up like bile in your throat.

“Yes I was stood up,” you mutter lowly, sniffling. “Go ahead, make fun of me. I know you’re going to.”

Peter’s mouth opened as he was about to say something truly insulting, but he stopped. He took in the sight of you. You looked like a kicked puppy, with your mascara and eyeliner smudged and your glossy tear filled eyes. You nervously picked at your nails as you awaited his taunts, already feeling embarrassed enough.

Something in Peter’s heart softened. He let out a deep sigh. “Y’know I may not like you very much, but I’m not heartless.

Your eyes flickered up to look at his face, holding much surprise in them. Peter grinned even though you couldn’t see it through the mask. “I know we have this whole thing going but I know getting stood up sucks.”

“What? Don’t look so astonished.” He admonished, putting his hand on his hips. I am your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man after all. It’s kinda my job to help damsels in distress,” he lilted, bowing slightly.

Surprising yourself and him, you let out a loud laugh at his theatrics.

A wide smile enveloped Peter’s face as he held our hand for you to take. “C’mon lemme take you home.”

Hope you enjoyed!

6.28.22

[coffeewritesfiction]

643 words written of the novella today! I plan to write more later. But for now, a break, before I eat my late lunch.