#catching up on drabble prompts hehehe

[quackquackcey]

Oblivious

Derek wakes up…but he should be dead? 🪄 (AO3).

For @sterekdrabbles 4/21/23 prompt: ‘admit, alive, past.’ 100 words. Rated G. Tags: they’re each other’s anchors, resurrection, humor.

“I’m…alive?” Derek looked down at himself, then up at Stiles. “I died. Did you—”

“On accident,” interrupted Stiles.

Derek glanced at the tub of pasty, herbal liquid he was sitting in within intricate runic circles.

“I s-stumbled across this on accident—”

Derek stared at the tomes about resurrection beside the board detailing that the spell only worked if they were each other’s anchors.

“Okay, so it wasn’t completely on accident,” admitted Stiles, “but why was I the only one who didn’t know I was your anchor?!”

Derek let out a fond huff and pulled him in for a kiss. “Idiot.”

[fluff-a-nutter]

Still The Same

((Lee Varian & Ler Eugene. Strictly platonic! Shippers DNI!))

Rapunzel ran her fingers through her golden locks nervously. It had been several weeks since Varian had helped defeat the Saporians and things had gotten much more normal. Or as normal as things could get. Varian was on their side again and he was happy and back with his dad. So why did Rapunzel still feel so anxious around the boy? Maybe it was the bad blood between them that had long since been resolved. A small part of the princess worried the sweet, clever alchemist had changed and in a few ways, he had. Rapunzel was drawn from her thoughts by a shrill screech from down the hall!

“AHHHAHAHA! SOMEONE HELP ME!!” The princess bolted down the hall to the source of Varian’s scream. He could be hurt, or in trouble, or worse! She threw open the door to Eugene’s room and what she saw was not at all what she had been expecting.

Varian was squirming and writhing as her boyfriend— tickled him? Sure enough, Eugene was pinning the alchemist down and mercilessly spidering his fingers along his stomach, sides, neck, and anywhere he could reach. Rapunzel smiled to herself. That was definitely the Varian she knew and loved.

“RAHAHAPUNZEHEHEL HEHELP!!” The purple clad princess look at Varian who was shrieking with laughter and pleading for her aid. She couldn’t help but giggle.

“What even is going on?” Eugene looked up at the sound of his girlfriend’s voice and paused his relentless attack on Varian’s stomach.

“Oh hi, Blondie. Just helping Varian here, loosen up a bit.”

Varian giggled, once he’d caught his breath enough to speak.

“He’s trying to kill me ‘cause his a jerk- WAIHAIAT, WAIT EUGENE I’M KIHIDDING! I’M KIHIHIHIDDING!!” Varian quickly crumpled back into fits of laughter as the ex-con man resumed his attack.

“Last I checked you were the one who asked for this Hairstripe. Literally.”

Rapunzel cocked her head to the side as she watched the adorable scene before her.

“So he likes it?”

Eugene flashed her a smirk and nodded, while Varian writhed beneath him.

“Yup. He doesn’t like to admit it though, but he loves it when I tickle him. Especially just like this.” Eugene demonstrated by vibrating his fingers against Varian’s stomach making him screech and bat him away half heartedly.

“DOHOHOHON’T SAHAHAHAY THAHAHAT WOHORD!” He screeched out, his face bright red. Whether it was from the teases or the tickling, no one was sure.

Eugene grinned evilly,

“What word? You don’t like it when I tickle, tickle, tickle you?”

Varian let out a strangled groan through his laughter. This was exactly how he died, he was sure of it.

“SHUHUHUT UHUHUP!”

“Uh, rude! How dare you!”

Rapunzel smiled again,

“I see. But you might wanna stop, Eugene. Don’t actually kill him.”

“PLEHEASE! LISTEN TOHOHO HEHEHER!” Varian’s giggles and laughter were starting to fade into silent hiccups. Eugene chuckled, but let the boy go.

Varian curled up in a giggly ball trying to rub the phantom tingles away.

“Thahat was sohoho mean.”

“Didn’t hear you ask me to stop, Goggles.” Varian flipped Eugene off in response, forgetting Rapunzel was still there. The princess cleared her throat. Varian squeaked and gave her a sheepish smile.

“Sorry, princess.” Rapunzel laughed softly.

“It’s okay, but if I catch that again I might just have to tickle you.”

Varian’s cheeks flushed bright red again.

“Trust me, Sunshine. He’ll love it.”

“Shut up, Fitzherbert!”

Rapunzel just shook her head fondly. Things may have changed, but Varian was still the same boy she knew. Just slightly different from before. But maybe the changes were for the better. The princess flinched drawn back to reality by a squeal.

“NOHOHOHT AGAHAHAIN!”

Rapunzel laughed and went to intervene.

“Look out boys, here I come!”

A/N: I’d like to give credit to @anxious-lee for the idea with their head canon that inspired the little drabble. Also for getting me into lee!Varian content. P.S. I was the lee!varian anon ;)

Also if anyone has any tk prompts for Varian they’d like to see please let me know! There is no good tword content anywhere for him!

[burntblueberrywaffles]

OK so the actual annoucement post wont show up in the tag (I think it's because I made the sideblog today) so just gonna copy and paste it here on the main blog asfjfsgfkf (you can head to @snowbaird-events for the actual post)

The Snowbaird Valentine Event 2024!

Here are the prompts:

1 - Valentine

2 - Roses

3 - Birds

4 - Love at first sight

5 - Snakes

6 - Rainbow

7 - Stars

Just create a work inspired by one of these prompts, and post it between February 14 and 29 - We are open to all medium: edits, fanarts, playlists, fanfics, drabbles, moodboards, etc!

RULES:

When you post your entry, tag it with #Snowbairdvalentine2024 and tag us @snowbaird-events to get your work reblogged! 🥰 (if your work is posted outside of tumblr, you can make a post linking it)

for fanfic and other works posted on ao3, you can post to the collection!

Snowbaird must be the focus of the work. While works including other pairings are allowed, Snowbaird must be the main one

NSFW is allowed, but must be tagged appropriately/put under a "read more" if posted directly on tumblr

There’s no participation limit, so if several prompts catch your eye, feel free to make as many works as you want!

although late entries are accepted, try to post your work before the 29th ❤️

And most importantly: have fun! I cannot wait to see what people will create hehehe

For any questions, feel free to send an ask to @snowbaird-events or DM me here!

Furthermore, if anyone is interested in joining our discord server, feel free to send a DM to me or @zorosnavigator for an invite!

[chaoticlicense]

psssst 21 on the prompt list with eddie munson (the ‘sweetheart’ is perfect for him) (thanku sarah ily lots hehe) xxxx

Did someone say Eddie Munson?? 👀 hehehe, here you go, Lilith! A little treat for you ❤️

Tags: NSFW, Minors DNI, Eddie Munson, Eddie x F!Reader, Fingering, Drabble, Smut, Smut Prompts, Not Proofread

Prompt 21 is "Doing so good for me, sweetheart."

I hope you enjoy your little ficlet ❤️ 

There’s a soft glow of red, green and faded yellow around Eddie’s head. It looks like a halo as he leans over you, a hand on one breast, the other between your legs. Calloused hands palm the soft flesh, teasing and pinching, drawing soft moans out of you. Your eyes can hardly stay open despite Eddie’s previous wish that you keep them on him at all times. 

He wants to look in those beautiful eyes of yours as he pleasures you, wants to watch as they glaze over with each slow drawn-out circle over your clit. He wants to watch you become even more fucked out each time he curls his fingers up inside of you, making your legs shake as you get closer and closer to sweet release. But god is it hard to keep them open, to keep your eyes on him as he smiles.

“You’re doing so good for me, sweetheart,” he says, “Just keep your eyes on me.”

With a shaky nod and a deep breath, you try to focus on him again. 

“Good girl.” He dips his head down to kiss you, pressing his cracked yet soft lips to yours. You can feel him smile, can feel the tug of his lips as he teases your mouth with his tongue. 

“Eddie,” you moan. “I want-I want to cum…please.”

Eddie pulls back and just shakes his head. He wears a stupid, smug grin on his face as he continues finger-fucking you into near-bliss. As much as you wanted to smack him for being such a smart-ass, you couldn’t deny that the slow intensity of it was oddly perfect for the night you were spending together.

Just the two of you, alone in Eddie’s trailer, with a plan to watch cheesy Christmas movies together. A plan that quickly flew out the window when the two of you could no longer keep your hands to yourselves. It wasn’t long before clothes were discarded carelessly and Eddie hoisted you up into his arms and carried you to his room. 

Now…well now he’s smiling down at you as he starts rubbing your clit in fast, hard circles that makes your whole body tense as he brings you to the edge. It’s not long before he brings you over that edge and you cry out his name. 

“Fuck, baby,” he groans, smiling. “You’re hot when you cum.”

You cross your arms over your face as you catch your breath, laughing.

“You say that every time, Eddie.”

“And I mean it every time. You are hot as hell, sweetheart.”

Eddie grabs hold of your arms and gently brings them away from your face so he can lean in and brush his nose over yours. You sigh contentedly and wrap your arms around his shoulders to pull him in for a kiss. 

[charmspoint]

CONGRATULATIONS ON YOUR FREEDOM!! 🥳💗

Fandom: JJK

Character: Megumi ✨ and whoever else you want

Prompt: What's so great about these old, holey socks? Why not get rid of them?

Thank you Ker i love you so much <3<3<3<3

Drabbles 4, prompt 6! For anyone that isn't me or Ker the moment I saw this prompt I went into Kers dms like WHY and Ker was like 'you dont gotta if you dont wanna' n i was like 'no no ill do it and ill make you CRY about it'

so

heheh

Yeah i overestimated how well I can write while fighting burn out hgvghvgvh but I hope you enjoy it anyway <3

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It was still early summer, when Megumi’s life changed from the ground up.

One second everything was normal, the next the world of adults was twisting around him and Tsumiki like a hungry snake. Previously unknown relatives came out of the woodwork to argue with a strange man in sunglasses, even though they had never shown any interest in the Fushiguro siblings or their situation before.

Megumi didn’t like any of them.

People so much older than him, with scarred faces and wrinkly hands, stinking heavily of booze. They spoke of him as something to purchase and, what was worse, they treated Tsumiki like she was dirt underneath their feet, if they even acknowledge her presence at all. The other man, Gojo Satoru, was annoying and pissed Megumi off. But he was nicer, at least a little bit, and he didn’t make Tsumiki cry.

If it was one or the other, the choice wasn’t hard to make.

“Don’t worry, I’ll handle everything.” Gojo had said and Megumi tried to leave it at that.

He helped Tsumiki pack up their things and then discarded half because Gojo had said they didn’t need any of their banged up supplies for cooking or cleaning. He already had everything in his apartment and it was apparently all shiny and new. Their whole life ended up fitting in less than a handful of cardboard boxes and Megumi felt unearthed and unreal the next morning when Gojo made pancakes with a mixer that didn’t scream like a tortured cat.

“There’s two rooms so decide which one goes to who.” Gojo had said and Megumi was six years old, already going to school so pretty grown up, but he still felt nerves catch in his throat at the idea of sleeping all alone, without Tsumiki in sight.

The room he settled on was big and empty. The walls were painted cheerful colors but its shelves gaped like old man’s missing teeth. The few meagerly things that were all Megumi’s own did nothing to fill out the space. For a second Megumi dearly missed the cramped little apartment where everything was either broken or breaking. The memory of it seized against his lungs like a bramble and he swiped his sleeve over his eyes so no treacherous tears would escape him.

This place was nice and new, but it was strange. He didn’t fit in between the unchipped paint and wood polished to a shine. Everything he owned stood out like a sore thumb, frayed t-shirts and old jeans and hole riddled socks. This was supposed to be home now but it was nothing but a painful reminder that nothing like home existed anymore.

Megumi didn’t remember his dad and Tsumiki’s mom had left long ago. The two of them had managed just fine on their own for a good while. Tsumiki knew how to cook some things and Megumi was good at keeping things clean and they were fine, they were family no matter how small.

But now they were in two separate rooms and Tsumiki wasn’t the one cooking and there was no going back to the ruined little apartment if they didn’t want to be pulled into a pit much worse.

The old men that visited told Megumi he could become very strong and Gojo confirmed it. He was already going to school and he was very strong and he was supposed to take care of Tsumiki, make sure she was okay and not stand here and mope about the changes forced onto his life.

His stomach hurt all the same, unable to digest the rapid turning of the tables, the insecurity of the future settling like a tremor in his trembling fists.

“Are you all done? That was fast.”

Megumi flinched at the sound of Gojo’s voice, far too loud and annoyingly grating. He didn’t even get a chance to turn around before Gojo was strolling inside, looking around like he owned the place. He did, technically, but that didn’t mean Megumi felt any more comfortable having all of his things gawked at so openly.

“Geeze, okay, problem noted.” Gojo made a face at his neatly put away clothes, poking at a pair of torn up socks that neither Megumi nor Tsumiki got around to mending quite yet. Megumi felt heat climb up to his face and settle against his teeth. He didn’t like Gojo looking at his stuff in that way. “I need to take you kids out shopping asap. Honestly, I’ll just get you a whole new wardrobe, nothing here is worth keeping anyway. You can throw it away once you have new things.”

“I’m not throwing it away!”

Gojo’s head snapped back and he raised an eyebrow like Megumi was being weird, but all Megumi could feel was the heat in his cheeks and the spinning feeling of the earth underneath him.

“…okay…why? Look at this, trash ready.” Gojo dangled one of his socks in his face, the one fraying at the edges and with a big hole on the toe, and Megumi fought every sparking instinct in his body not to snatch it away.

“It’s still fine, just needs to be fixed up,” he grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest and staring at Gojo with like he could burn him with just one glance, “You’re just wasteful.”

“Wasteful? Are you serious right now, aren’t you like six?” Gojo stuck his tongue out like he was six. “It’s not a waste, this is all ruined and you’ll get new stuff so why would you even want to keep-“

Megumi snatched the sock from Gojo’s hand and threw it back in the drawer.

“Go away!”

“What the-“

“Go away now, leave, you don’t get to touch my stuff.” He grabbed on to Gojo’s shirt, pulling with all the strength in his body which didn’t result in so much as a budge. He growled and resorted to punching instead, which didn’t seem to work any better but at least got Gojo to move.

“Alright, alright, okay, I’m leaving, look I’m leaving, cool your-“

Megumi didn’t hear the end of that sentence because he slammed the door shut the moment Gojo was over the threshold, finally eliciting some kind of pained grunt from the other side. He sat down against the door, pulling his legs to his chest, making sure Gojo couldn’t open it to barge in again. He hoped he would just go away entirely, but he was starting to learn that Gojo was a complete busybody who couldn’t be trusted to drop anything.

“Hey kid, it’s alright, okay? If it means so much to you, you don’t gotta get rid of anything.”

Tension seeped out of his shoulders a little bit. He wasn’t sure if Gojo was trustworthy or not yet, but if he snuck in later to trash Megumi’s things, at least Megumi would know for sure he was a liar. Then he could take Tsumiki with him and run away. Or something like that.

“I’m still gonna get you new clothes, but sure, whatever, keep the old ones as long as you want.”

There was a silence on the other side of the door for a few more seconds, like Gojo was waiting for a response. When he didn’t get one, he muttered out ‘weird ass kid’ like Megumi couldn’t hear him and finally went away.

Megumi let himself relax completely, huffing and swiping the edge of his sleeve at his eyes again, ignoring the tell-tale sting of nervous tears. His heart was still hammering, heat still clouding his brain, and he didn’t even fully understand why he got as upset as he did, he just knew he didn’t want it to happen again.

Things were so far away from how they were supposed to be and all he could do was hope they would settle quickly, without anything else being taken away.

[infernalrevenge]

Hello Hello 👋🏻

I would like to request (NSFW) the Dimitrescu Daughters getting dominated by Reader with a strap.

Just for Fun

Bela = Bed

Cassandra = Wall

Daniela = Sink

(But of course only if you‘re comfortable with it 🙈)

HELL YEAH ANON, I am more than happy to do this!

I'm guessing you want drabbles? I did all the sisters (hehehe) in this post, under the cut. (Also I'm sorry this took a while, I actually misunderstood the prompt and had to redo it though I had already finished the first two HAHAHA)

Reader shall be gender neutral, though they make use of a strap.

(NSFT text under the cut, 18+)

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Bela Dimitrescu

You pulled and pressed down on the last of the velcro for adjustment, looking down at the new toy attached between your legs. A pleased smile curled over your lips as you looked on at your girlfriend, who seemed... a little less enthusiastic.

"Is something wrong, love?" you asked in concern.

She looked down at the crumpled sheets, a sign of your earlier activities to prepare. "Just a little... nervous, I suppose."

You frowned slightly, not wanting her to worry. This was supposed to be fun for the two of you, after all. First times did tend to bring nerves though, no matter who you would do it with.

"I'll go slow, I promise. And if you want to stop, you can tell me," you assured her, cupping her cheek. Bela let out a shaky breath, but she nodded, seeming more sure this time.

She laid back down on the bed, her golden hair splayed around her like a halo as you spread her legs apart. Watching the way you licked your lips, that hunger in your eyes when your gaze locked onto hers -- it helped ease her worries somewhat. You only looked away for a moment to see where you were aiming, and once you started to move, you flicked back to her.

It felt much thicker than when she only had your fingers inside her, but it filled her so wonderfully at the same time. Her head pressed against the pillow, eyes closed as she savored the feeling of having you deep inside. She turned slightly to press a kiss to your palm, still on her cheek, and you took it as a good sign.

"You're doing wonderful, Bela. Such a good girl," you whispered. Every move drew a gasp from her lips, breath hitching slightly when she felt you speed up. All the while, you sung praises of how good she felt, how beautiful she looked laid out like this.

Your hands roamed over her bare chest, to her waist, then her hips, pulling her in to meet every thrust. She gripped the sheets underneath, nearly overwhelmed by the sensations before deciding it wasn't enough. She reached up for you without thinking, pulling you down just to feel your flushed body against hers. You responded in kind with kisses and suckles onto her neck, keeping a steady pace.

When she wrapped her legs around your waist, you couldn't help but smile. "Faster?" you asked. She could only nod to reply, words lost in a haze.

Her groans echoed in the chamber, mixing with the slapping of skin as she started to gush around you. All she could moan out was your name, and it was a hell of a drug to keep you going.

Everything making her tingle was building up in her core, toes curling and muscles tensing with her mind filled with want for you and only you. Until finally, finally -- her thighs pressed against your sides to keep you still as she was rocked with pleasure, shaking from the waves of an orgasm. She seemed almost dazed when you pulled back and saw her face, prompting a kiss to her forehead.

"I'll take it this means we can do this again some time?" you teased, just about to slip out before she crossed her legs over your waist once more.

"Again," was all she said, looking up at you pleadingly.

You weren't about to say no.

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Cassandra Dimitrescu

"You always carry that with you then?" the brunette said with a laugh, running her hand over the length of the strap on.

"Just in case. Knowing you, you could hardly wait 'til we get to a bed," you replied, leading her against a wall. She had essentially seduced you away from your work to a secluded room in the castle, where hopefully no one would disturb you.

Cassandra planted her hands in front of her, looking over her shoulder to see you rubbing the length of the toy between her ass. She bit down on her bottom lip, pushing her hips back impatiently.

"Ah-ah-ah, what's the magic word?" you chided, a mischievous smirk curling on your lips.

She only growled in response, but you stood firm as the hand on her hip kept her still. You traced its tip along her wet folds, making her stiffen and shiver in anticipation. You weren't going to just let her have this, not after the trouble you might wind up in for letting her whisk you away in the first place. She was going to earn it.

"Well?"

A soft hum passed as if she thought it over, glaring up at you.

"Put it inside me now... please." She had whispered the last word, but you supposed that should do for now. You couldn't wait too long either.

You eagerly pushed into her, watching her mouth drop open at the sudden intrusion -- one that was entirely welcome. She clawed onto the wallpaper, digging her nails with every thrust that resulted in that beautiful friction. Your hips rolled into hers, searching for that spot that would have her seeing stars, and you knew you found it from the way she arched her back and moaned out your name. By Mother Miranda, you wanted to hear it again.

Cassandra could feel her legs cramping from under her, but the pain only melded with the pleasure of being pounded into. You pulled her face toward you and sealed her lips with yours, swallowing the sounds spilling out of her as you kept up a punishing pace. The heat inside her was ready to burst, chasing the feeling with every rock of her hips to meet yours. When you broke off to catch a breath and locked eyes with her, your gaze dark with lust -- it was enough to push her over the edge.

She gushed around you, resting her cheek on the cold wall and shaking as you rode her through her orgasm. But you wouldn't slow down, catching her by surprise when you reached down between her legs.

"Might as well... make the most of this... right?" you panted, seeing her golden eyes roll back and jaw go slack, getting lost in the overload of sensation. Your other arm wrapped around her torso, chest pressed against her back as you leaned into every thrust.

She was still so sensitive from her first orgasm that a second one wasn't too far behind. Her clit throbbed under your fingers as you rubbed circles and she was unable to help herself from grinding into it, ragged shocks of pleasure running through her. Goosebumps littered her skin before she burst once again and cried out your name, head lolling back onto your shoulder as you pressed deep inside her.

You gently caressed her legs as she started to come down from the high, hearing her whimper as you slipped out. Your fingers traced along her quivering inner thigh, collecting some of her slick before bringing them up to your lips for a taste. She barely managed to catch the erotic sight as she turned her body towards yours.

"Want me to help you clean up?" you whispered, resting your forehead on hers.

She responded with a soft kiss, and an even softer "Please" before you got down on your knees.

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Daniela Dimitrescu

The redhead's giggles bounced off the bathroom walls, her legs wrapped around your waist as you set her down on the edge of the sink.

"You really couldn't wait until I finished showering?" you teased, watching her dangle the toy by its strap.

"You were gonna get dirty again anyway, you can finish later," she replied with a playful pout. As much of a brat your lover could be, it's not like you could deny her, especially when it came to such desires. It didn't take long for you to get ready, adjusting as quickly as you could while keeping your focus on the hungry look on Daniela's face.

You pushed her dress up to her waist, smirking as you felt up her bare legs and ass, noting her lack of underwear. "Naughty girl."

She wrapped her arms around your neck, pulling you closer. "I just like to come prepared."

Lining yourself up to her entrance, you heard a small gasp as you slid inside. Her fingers curled around you, looking up with half-lidded eyes as you rested your forehead on hers, moving ever so slowly. She should've known you'd be a tease, as she deserved for interrupting you. "Please," she whimpered when you paused, seated within her.

"Please what, baby?"

She groaned in frustration, "Please-- please fuck me already."

With pleasure. "Good girl."

You pulled back and thrust harder, her moans ringing in your ears. She pushed her hips forward to meet yours to push in deeper, the creak of the sink under her going ignored as the two of you got lost in the act. Her nails clawed at your back, muscles tensing as she left red marks which only encouraged you to go faster.

You reached down to press your thumb onto her clit and rubbed quick circles, groans of pleasure spilling from her lips as she desperately held onto you. "Fuck, Y/N!" Her legs tightened around your waist as she could feel her climax building.

Suddenly, you heard a loud crack, and Daniela dropped from her position. Luckily, your hands under her thighs managed to keep her from landing on the floor. What wasn't quite so lucky was the crooked sink that broke off its pipe, the two of you quickly getting soaked with water. Even when you moved away, stray lines still splattered onto you both, and it left you laughing at the irony. Maybe you were meant to finish your shower after all.

"When I wanted to get wet today, this was not what I had in mind," she remarked, shielding herself from the spray but to no avail.

"You were kind of due for a shower too anyway," you joked, earning you a slap on the shoulder.

She pursed her lips, holding onto you tight with the hard length still inside her. From the way she was shivering, you knew she was still recovering from earlier. One thrust forward got her to yelp, nails digging into your shoulder.

"Fuck!" She covered her mouth, looking down at you pleadingly, "Please let me finish, Y/N."

You raised an eyebrow at her, "Someone definitely heard that crash and is gonna come in any--"

"I don't care! Please, just let me come. I was so close already!" she whined, bouncing in your hold and biting her lip as she clenched around the toy. Not even a broken sink could kill the mood, you supposed. Besides, who else could make her feel this good?

[writtenonreceipts]

39. Avoiding the mistletoe at all costs, however, everyone is trying their best to get the otp there.

From the Christmas prompts, for Feysand. I lovee your writing

I love you nonny! I'm still in drabble mode as I avoid feeling anything this holiday season. here we are its not edited even though i am on my laptop again. hehehe...

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"Merry Christmas!" Mor screeched into Feyre's ear the second she'd walked through the door.

Feyre staggered as Mor nearly knocked her over. The blonde was always one for giving affection and the holidays (combined with copious amounts of alcohol) merely enhanced the trait.

"How much have you had to drink?" Feyre chuckled as she pried herself from her friends arms.

"I'm the hostess, I've drunk half the bar," Mor said matter-of-factly. She swept Feyre into the apartment that was already full of people and decorations streaming from every corner of the kitchen and living-room.

Chuckling, Feyre accepted a glass of something sure to be brimming with alcohol.

She really hadn't expected anything of the holidays. Ever since her parent's deaths she and her sisters had blissfully ignored this time of the year. Until Feyre had met Mor. And Mor loved the holidays. She loved family. She loved giving gifts. Everything.

It was a miracle that she and Feyre ended up being friends.

"Stand right here," Mor ordered, "I'm gonna get you another drink. You have to catch up."

Rolling her eyes, Feyre sipped on her drink and tried to let herself settle into the mood of being around people. It wouldn't be so bad--Alis was here and there was Emerie who had recently started dating Mor.

She made a step to go talk with Alis when the giant hulking form of Cassian sidled up to her.

"Feyre!" he yelled as he threw an arm around her to keep her close. "You made it!"

"Hey Cass," she chuckled. She made to move away but Cassian kept her close.

"I thought you weren't coming," he said. And Feyre knew he was at least three drinks into the night. She wondered vaugely if Nesta would made an appearance and how that would change his demeanor.

"Mor threatened me," Feyre said honestly.

Again she tried to slip away but Cassian's hold held firm. It wasn't that her friend made her uncomfortable. The opposite really, Cassian had a way of making her feel like one of the family. A feeling that she had always earned for.

"How's work going?" Cassian asked. Feyre cocked her head, it was a strange question. Usually the first thing out of his mouth was something about Nesta.

"It's fine," Feyre said, "Beron's making everything miserable.

"Bastard," Cassian agreed.

The front door opened again and Feyre caught sight of the one person Feyre had been dreading to see. Rhysand. The man that she had many a strange run-ins with. He was a few years older than her and for some reason Feyre'd always been infatuated with him. Granted he was tall, tanned skin, violet eyes, and cheek bones.

But he was also arrogant, pig-headed, and stubborn.

Again, Feyre eased away from Cassian, but before he could stop her she'd made it a few steps away to talk with Emerie.

Anything to get away a potential run in with Rhys. Because she always made a fool of herself in front of him. Despite how much he annoyed her on most occasions, she was always infatuated.

Emerie talked about her little shop where she sold trinkets and goodies to tourists to Valeris, exclaiming more than once that she'd needed to find a helper for the holidays.

Every so often Emerie grabbed her arm keeping Feyre in place while they spoke.

When Rhysand made his way over to them, being dragged by Mor, Feyre slipped away to find Tarquin.

And so it continued for another hour.

When Feyre finally found a moment of peace, she'd imagined that she managed to sulk way without anyone left to disturb her.

"You're avoiding me." Rhysand managed to sneak up beside her, nearly causing Feyre to spill her second (third?) drink of the night.

She met his violet eyes. Okay, maybe she was. But with someone as attractive as him who she'd known for years, who she would admit to having a small (giant) crush on--all Feyre could do was avoid.

"Maybe I like being social and talking to people," she said.

Rhys snorted a laugh. "Like hell."

Rolling her eyes, Feyre took a long sip of her drink. Crap, this might actually be her fourth drink.

"Why so desperate to talk to me?" she asked. "I thought I''m too stubborn for your tastes."

He smirked and was about to say something when Mor popped up, phone in hand.

"Gotcha!" Mor yelled. She kept her phone trained on Rhys and Feyre. "Look up!"

Feyre felt a bit of dread roiling in her stomach as she looked up. Dangling from a string was a giant wad of mistletoe. And, as Feyre looked around, she found several other bunches of mistletoe handing throughout the apartment.

Hell. Feyre knew she shouldn't have told Mor about the stupid crush on Rhys.

When she looked over at Rhys she found him looking at her a spark in his eyes.

"You gotta kiss, those are the rules," Mor reminded them.

Cassian howled and ran over, his own phone in hand too. "Kiss, kiss, kiss!"

Rhysand quirked a brow and Feyre scowled. Then before either of them could think too much about it, Feyre surged on her tip toes and caught Rhys' lips with hers.

She meant it to be something quick. Something light. Something easy and noncommittal. But the second their mouths collided Feyre felt that spark shooting through each of her nerves. When Feyre made to pull away, Rhys' arms wrapped around her pulling her tighter against the hard contours of his body.

Well. This was delightful.

Feyre found her self melting against him and deciding that this was a fine way to spend the holiday.

Amid catcalls and hoots of laughter, Feyre and Rhys finally parted--much to her chagrin.

"Merry Christmas," Rhys murmured.

She quirked a smile and chuckled. "You're still an ass."

Rhys laughed and rolled his eyes before pulling her in for another kiss.

[missmorosis]

how to sleep: a step-by-step guide by bokuto koutarou

part of my weeklong shopping spree! (one 500+ word drabble a day!!)

request from MY BELOVED @kirishimas-manly-eyeliner​ HEHEHE ILY SORRY I CHANGED UP THE PROMPT A LIL

pairing: bokuto x reader genre: fluff!! w/c: 0.5k! warnings: none!! a/n: SDFSDJK POSTED 3 MINUTES BEFORE THE DAY ENDS- AAHH I DIDNT MISS THE LAST DAY HEHEHE- sorry if its a bit rushed I WANTED TO MEET THE DEADLINE/KEEP THE WEEKLY STREAK

step 1) getting you to sleep in the first place

Bokuto checked the time: the clock on the wall flashed 11:32pm back at him, meaning it was time for him to bully you into sleeping. He spotted you hard at work on your desk, and from the dark circles around your eyes, he could tell that you needed rest. Luckily for you, he was about to force you into bed, using the secret weapon: cuddles.

“Y/N!” He peppered your face with kisses from behind, his arms wrapped around your shoulders. You looked back at him with a fond, but sleepy, smile.

“Hey, Kou,” you said, kissing him back softly. 

“It’s time for bed,” he muttered into your ears, and you sighed. He never failed to remind you before it got too late: you always found yourself losing track of time, but Bokuto was there to make sure you got a somewhat healthy sleep schedule.

“Bo-”

“No buts. C’mere.” You knew there was no arguing with your boyfriend, so you made grabby hands at him. He pulled you out of your chair, promptly swinging you into his arms. He then proceeded to lift you up, bridal style, and you giggled, leaning further onto his chest.

step 2) washing up

“Alright, let’s get washed up!” Bokuto handed you your toothbrush, and you smiled at him. The two of you made eye contact with one another in the mirror, causing you both to look away with a slight blush. 

Even though he was your boyfriend, he still got you flustered. You began the two-minute countdown, and the two of you brushed in sync, exchanging small grins in between.

“So, ho wash your day?” Bokuto asked, with his mouth full of bubbly toothpaste. You spit out yours into the sink before responding.

“It was okay! My teacher’s been getting on my nerves, though. Assignments back to back- I can never catch a break.” You sighed before beginning to brush again. He frowned.

“You know, you should rest from time to time... at least you’re going to bed now!” You nodded.

Once the two of you had your teeth all clean, it was time to wash your face. 

“Stay still-” he muttered, rubbing the foam cleanser all over your face.

“Bo- I can do it myself,” you laughed, pulling away, but he just pulled you closer.

step 3) night time cuddles!!

“Y/N!” Bokuto tumbled into the bed, pulling you down with him. 

“Koutarou!” you mimicked, giggling. He reached out his arm, which you used as your personal pillow. 

“You’re so pretty,” he mumbled, stroking your hair lovingly. His amber-colored eyes looked back at you, and you felt your heart flutter.

“You’re prettier,” you cooed, and he shook his head.

“Impossible.”

He watched as you slowly drifted to sleep: he could only relax when he saw that you were relaxed.

He admired how beautiful you were, long after you went to sleep. He loved how peaceful you looked, and your restful face was the last thing he saw before he too fell asleep.

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[noritoshiikamo]

noritoshi kamo + 22 ,,,,, give yourself a break , i hope you're past your writer's block soon and ..... here 🥺❤️

heeee i will maybe later heheh thank u bb i cant wait for it to be gone alright :(( anyways:

give me a character + a prompt and ill give you a drabble:

noritoshi kamo + 22. "give me a brush. i'll fix your hair for you."

"you'll make it on time,"

he sighed, propping a pillow against the headboard, rubbing the sleepiness off his eyes. the clock on his bedside ticked 0530 and he had never wakened up this early in his whole life. "you're the head of clan, you can be late and no one would bat an eyes," you opened the bathroom door, loud buzzing of the hair dryer echoed the room now, "i however am just a normal, underpaid lawyer. if i arrive later than the judge, i'll be deemed incompetent and crappy lawyer." closing the dryer, you rushed out, cussing as you almost tripped on the carpeted floor as you ran to your shared wardrobe.

"i offered you to work with me instead. the clan could use someone like you but you are stubborn, who's fault is that?" noritoshi offered, raking his disheveled hair back, tying half of it up into a mini bun before heading to the bathroom, "do you need me to drive you?"

"i think i'm okay, if i can get ready in 30 minutes i can catch the first train at 6 am."

the husband chuckled as he brushed his teeth, "i'm driving you."

he listened to your whines as you sorted through your clothes; not that it matters, you need to wear a proper suit to court, no fancy coloured shirt and your lawyer gown. "should i wear pants or skirt?" he glanced to the doorway where you stood, lawyered up to your head in your blazer and dress shirt but naked down below. he chuckled, pointing at the pants. he spitted out, washed his face and peed before joining where his wife struggled to apply her skincare. your hair is still messy and strays are disturbing your sight as you rushed through your skincare.

you felt his hand on your back and he bend down, planting a kiss on your lips, "give me a brush. i'll fix your stupid hair for you." he winked. you were more than happy to hand him the brush and like what he had observed so many times, he applied your hair serum and combed gently through. with every stroke, he could smell your shampoo and noritoshi couldn't help as he hugged you from behind, burying his face in your hair.

"no-" he cut you off with a hush, nuzzling closer to your neck where his lips found a bare skin to nip on. your face warmed up. "just one minute with my wife please, mrs lawyer," he whispered and you nodded, unable to resist his pleading eyes as he gently rocked you back and forth. you reached back, toying with the hair on the nape of his neck. his time is up.

"it's almost never that i woke up and you're still here so, yeah. i couldn't help it," he traced his lips along your jaw and side and on your forehead. it was almost rare to see your stoic husband smile so widely. he continued his job, combing carefully through your hair, gathering it all in one hand while another readied a hair tie to secure it all up. there, its all done, his mind cheered as he successfully tied up your hair. using a comb now, he make sure to slick all the loose strains back and bobby pinned it.

"i think it's done. i'm sorry, i only know how to do pony tail," he rested his chin on your shoulder as you swiped your lipstick to finish your look.

you smiled, admiring your reflection on the mirror happily, resting your head against his, "i think it looks perfect."

your husband nodded eagerly, his arms tightened around you, as he kissed your cheeks, "you? perfect? hmm, i couldn't agree more."

© all content belongs to noritoshiikamo. do not modify or repost.

[anianimol]

okokok id like to request somethin from the fluff prompt pls hehehe ushi & 11? or asahi if u dont wanna write for ushijima:) thanks bb!! 🤍🤍

a/n: ALLI BB!☺️!! I haven’t gotten to write this man in SO long so ty! (p.s. this was supposed to be a drabble but oops I got carried away)

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warnings: I think there’s like one swear word, lol + like slightly spicy kissing?

!!premise: spending your mornings enjoying your neighborhood’s botanical gardens, a certain captain begins to join you, and not just to cultivate his green thumb.

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prompt #11: “I think I’m in love with you.”

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Ushijima Wakatoshi checked his watch as the doors to the gym swung open, signaling the end of practice.

“11:47 AM.”

Shit. He was late.

Slinging the maroon duffel across his body, he broke into a sprint, the swishing of his warmup jacket and the whistle of the wind the only audible sounds of the crisp summer morning.

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You heard his presence before you saw it, those familiar heavy footsteps pounding against the concrete, only pausing a few paces away from you as his heaving chest found a calmer rhythm.

You thought it was cute, how he tried to make it seem like he hadn’t dashed all the way here from Shiratorizawa’s campus—a twenty minute walk from the gardens, an even longer one for anyone coming straight from a grueling three-hour morning practice.

Peeking at your phone, you glanced at the time;

“11:54 AM.”

Well, Toshi wasn’t exactly your average human.

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The wooden planks of the gazebo groaned under his heavy trod as he padded up its steps, his movements slow and deliberate, as if not to disturb you.

He was silent for a moment as he sat, settling his bag beside you.

The quiet between the two of you was routine—not awkward, or forced, but comforting. You seemed to have an unspoken understanding of one another, each relishing in the calm of the garden’s hidden oasis.

Getting lost on your way home from classes, you had stumbled across the spot coincidentally years before, immediately proclaiming it your new hideaway—your very own secret garden.

Though it wasn’t long before a certain upcoming volleyball superstar from your school discovered your best kept secret.

You remembered the moment as if it were yesterday—heading back from campus, you jogged briskly up the winding path, slipping through rows of trees, whistling to yourself as you made your way up the oak steps. You froze at the entrance, hand clamping over your lips as your gaze settled on the boy before you.

Stretched out upon the bench, he lay with an arm shading his eyes, his broad chest rising slowly, breaths even and deep. Toffee brown locks feathered his forehead, ruffled messily by the wind. You noticed the familiar garments he wore, the inky purple hue against a stark shade of ivory, eyes flitting over his loosened tie and forgotten blazer.

Ignoring the heat that began to rush to your cheeks, you tiptoed to a spot across from him, settling yourself on the bench and slipping a bound leather notebook from your bag. Fingering through pages covered in sketches of greenery and blossoms, you decided it was time you attempted a new subject.

Ushijima’s eyes fluttered open, squinting at the sunlight which poked out from between the branches of a large fern nearby. Rubbing his temples, his ears perked up at a sound, something like a soft scratching, or maybe...?

Eyes wide, he shot up, his gaze immediately landing on the figure that sat across from him.

Head bent in concentration, your hand moved skillfully against the paper, the graphite sliding smoothly, etching silky lines upon the blank surface.

A breeze blew through the wooden fortress, blowing small strands of hair into your face, tickling plush skin, brushing past faintly flushed lips, as if they had just been bitten.

He felt a breath catch in this throat, clearing it with a low cough.

At the sound, you glanced up, your eyes locking immediately.

Smiling warmly at his flustered expression, you greeted him with a shy laugh;

“Hi!”

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“Toshi. Toshi! Helloooooooo!”

You chuckled as the man beside you blinked, looking to you in surprise.

The brunette dropped his gaze, mumbling a low “Sorry.”

Placing your sketchbook to the side, you glanced over, intrigued by his strange behavior.

“Something wrong?” you mused, poking at his bicep, which you hadn’t recalled being so muscled the last time the two of you had met.

He shrugged, not meeting your eyes, his hands fiddling with something you couldn’t see.

“What’s that?” you asked, leaning forward against him, a hand reaching out; “Let me see!”

Ushijima stiffened beside you, his large palms instantly clamping shut, concealing the hidden object.

“No.”

Pouting, you tugged at his sleeve, whining, “Come onnn, I let you look at my drawings all the time!! Nobody else gets to see them, so just show me once!”

Wakatoshi felt his cheeks begin to burn as you brushed against his arm, looking up at him with those shining eyes he found extremely hard to resist.

“Fine. Close your eyes.”

Slightly puzzled but not wanting to push him further, you squeezed your eyes shut.

A soft gasp slipped out as something cool feathered your wrist, peaking your curiosity.

“Open.”

Upon your left wrist lay a delicate bracelet, a beautiful thin, golden chain adorned with handsome white blossoms. As you held your hand up to the light, tiny fuchsia petals smiled back at you beside the brilliant alabaster of the apple blossoms.

“For me?” you murmured incredulously, glancing to the man at your side.

He nodded, a soft smile dancing upon his lips at your glowing expression.

“Thank you, it’s beautiful!”

Without thinking, you threw your arms around his neck, leaving the captain sputtering in surprise, his face now buried in your hair. Had you always smelled this good?

“I love it,” you laughed, amused by his bashful reaction. Cupping his cheek with one hand, you pressed your lips gently to his skin, the soft peach fuzz tickling your nose.

Pulling away slightly, the gaze you were met with brought that same feeling of butterflies you had experienced the first day you had met, all those years ago. His chocolate irises were focused, filled with the kind of warmth you had never seen in them before.

“Toshi, what—“you started, freezing as his calloused hand rose to brush against the apple of your cheek, palm so wide that it grazed against the side of your jaw as his fingers wove with your hair.

“I’ve been wanting to do this for a while now.”

Bridging the gap between you, his lips met yours, unsure at first, catching your bottom lip between his, the gentle pressure of his hot mouth leaving your head spinning.

Allowing the electric feeling to take over, your lips moved against his fervently, the hidden desire that pooled within you surfacing, sending waves of goosebumps across your body at the thought of Toshi’s soft lips melting against your mouth.

As his touch seared across your skin, your body moved of its own accord, yielding to his warmth and allowing him to clutch you to his strong chest, his arm supporting your waist.

Cradling you in his arms, Toshi broke away after a long moment, his breathing heavy and eyes glazed with longing.

Resting your forehead to his as your breaths began to even out, you leaned into the hand that caressed your face tenderly, inhaling his heavenly scent.

“Rest.” His voice was hoarse, almost a whisper as he tucked your head into the nape of his neck.

Lids growing heavy, you nuzzled against him, sighing contently.

As he peered down at your sleeping form, his lips came to rest at your crown, murmuring into your hair;

“I think I’m in love with you.”

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The apple blossom symbolizes preference. When gifted to another, it says, “I prefer you before all.”

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[xnchxntmxnt]

hi elliot! i am sliding into the bday event hehehe ;)

may i please request a drabble with akaashi keiji? my name is nova, my pronouns are she/her, and could it be a romantic matchup? if it’s not much of a hassle, could it perhaps be that model au i was raving about and a prompt that has something along the lines of “the way you look right now makes me want to xyz…” with that xyz being anything you’re comfortable with writing or just anything in general! the age doesn’t really matter much to me but i think aged up makes sense in the context ;) thank you so so much and take your time with this!

ilysm 💕

sooooo its gets a LITTLE suggestive at the end but thats fine

anyway

i hope you enjoy, im honored to have written this. so here's your first kiss with Keiji in your model/designer au

Everyone is ?? so caring??? About the “dont overwork yourself” & “take your time” n stiff?? I dont get it??but like i really appreciate it?? Is everyone just that polite or do i just overwork myself that much and everyone can sense the vibes /lh /hj

birthday event!

“I’m sorry to impose like this…”

“Nonsense, Miss Nova, I really don’t mind.”

“Yes, but I’m sure you're busy and would rather not have company--”

“I don’t consider it bothersome company if it’s someone whose presence I enjoy.” Akaashi smiled to himself, turning back the hallway. “Give me a moment, I’ll get you something to dry off a little.”

She hadn’t intended on getting stuck in the rain. However, she still had a 20-minute walk home and it was pouring. Akaashi was a lot closer than her apartment, so she kinda...showed up. In the middle of the evening. Soaked from head to toe and smiling awkwardly at him.

Akaashi was so caring about the people around him--even though they were just friends because of work, he was still kind enough to get her cleaned up and let her stay for a couple of minutes.

She walked further into the living room, standing off to the side so she didn’t get any of his furniture wet. He came back a few minutes later with several towels (she needed them) and a change of clothes. That was his. Wow. Okay.

“Bathroom is just back the hall, first door on the left. And here’s these until your stuff dries. Don’t want my favorite model catching a cold, do we?”

Nova felt her face get hot. “Thank you,” she said after an awkward pause, taking the clothes and heading back to the bathroom to change.

Favorite? Did he really mean that? She was his favorite? He probably designed outfits for--well, god knows how many people, and she’s his favorite? Of all people?

Now wasn’t the time to freak out. Maybe, just maybe, she could relax enough to have a quiet night and get to know him a little better. Not that she didn’t already spend a ton of time with him, but she’d take any time she could get with him.

She pulled the shirt he’d even her over her head--it smelled really good. Like him, actually. He smelled good.

“Now is not the time,” she mumbled, attempting to dry her hair off more. It was messy, but thankfully she had a hair tie with her. But no, it wasn’t the time to think about how amazing Akaashi was, or how nice he smelled, or how comfy his clothes were--

Nova walked out into the living room again to see Akaashi on the couch. He smiled at her when she came out, gesturing for her to join him. She sat on the other end of the couch, curling up into a ball.

“Did you eat?” he asked, putting a throw blanket over her legs. “Also, would you like anything to drink? I have soda and iced tea--”

“You’ve already done so much for me, Akaashi--”

“Just, Keiji. Please. And really, I insist. I don’t mind at all.” He stood, walking out to his kitchen, only to come back a couple of minutes later with drinks and some snacks in hand. “Here, I—well, I hope you like something here. And here’s iced tea.”

“How’d you know I love that?”

“Lucky guess?” he shrugged, sitting down back in his spot. “That uh—that shirt fits you nice. It was from my high school years so I hoped it would fit…”

She looked down—the black and white jersey had a bold 5 on the front and back, with little accents of yellow in stripes everywhere. “What did you play?”

“Volleyball. That’s how I met my friend Bokuto that I mentioned the other day. He plays pro now, actually.”

“That’s so amazing! I did a little volleyball, too—what did you play?”

“Setter.”

“No way, me too! It was fun but I was more focused on other things.”

He nodded in agreement. “Yeah, that’s why I stopped after high school. I ended up being the captain in my third year, though, which was…well, one of the best years of my life. It was pretty amazing.”

“Something like that always is. I can tell your friend means a lot to you.”

“How’s that?”

“You smile a little when you talk about him. Just a little.”

From there, however, his smile spread to the rest of his face. Nova noticed how beautiful blue his eyes were, the same ones she’d stared at so many times while he fitted her for dresses and any other thing they were together for. But when he smiled, they shined. His eyes crinkled in the corners and his nose scrunched up a little. He was genuinely beautiful. Like he should be the model on stage.

“You’re looking at me funny,” he said, turning towards her. He inched over, getting a closer look at her face. “Why?”

She stared for a moment, unsure of what to say. She was staring at him because she thought he was cute, dammit, but she couldn’t just say that. What was she supposed to say??

“You uh—you have a beautiful smile, Keiji.”

His name rolled off her tongue much easier than she thought it would have. She was nervous to use it at first, but now it seemed so easy.

“Mine can never compare to yours, Miss Nova.”

“Just Nova.”

“Alright then, Nova.”

They stared at each other for a long time, unsure who would make the next move. She didn’t know if she should say something, or—

“Actually, if you want to come with me, I have a picture of my team and me in my second year. I think we were at our peak, then—I keep the picture since it was the year my friend was captain.”

She took a deep breath, finally diverting her eyes from his. That sounded like a great idea. A distraction. Something to keep her from thinking too much.

Nova nodded and stood, following him back to his room. On the bedside table, there was a picture of a bunch of excited teenage boys, all in various numbered jerseys that matched the one she was wearing. He picked it up and shoed it to her, pointing out each of their names. “This is Konoha, and this one is Washio, and this is Komi--apparently, he’s an actor now. I just talked to them the other day and they all sounded like they were doing great.”

She had her eyes fixed on him while he spoke, but took a moment to see who he was talking about. “And that guy in the back with the number four jersey, that’s…”

“Bokuto, who I mentioned, yeah. He’s amazing.”

“I can tell.”

He set the photo down and turned towards her. Neither of them made an effort to move. It was the same staring contest they had in the living room, both trying to figure out what the other was thinking. There wasn’t much they could do until someone decided to make a move, unfortunately.

“The way you look…” he mumbled, barely audible despite how close their faces were. “The way you look right now makes me want to kiss you.”

Nova hadn’t realized she was holding her breath until he spoke again. She leaned slightly closer, as did he, until their lips almost touched. He looked at her, no doubt looking for any sign that what he said wasn’t okay, but she wanted to just--

“Kiss me, Keiji.”

The moment she said that he closed the gap between the two of them. His lips found hers for the first time, and she felt like she was walking on air. Her heart beat out of her chest when his hands trailed a little lower, holding her by her waist, tight against him.

He took a step forward, so she took one back. They followed this pattern until the back of her legs hit the bed. She fell back onto the bed, Keiji following suit on top of her.

Their kiss broke in an attempt not to hurt themselves, but he didn’t go back to it immediately. He stared at her for a while, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips.

“You’re staring at me funny,” she teased, her hands coming up to hold either side of his face. “Something on your mind?”

“You’re beautiful,” he blurted out, his cold hand resting just under the hem of her shirt. She jumped, not expecting the shock of the cold, and both laughed. “Sorry, I guess I'm a little chilly.”

They looked at each other for longer, still. Nova couldn’t understand how someone could look so amazing in simply a t-shirt and sweats. But his eyes sparkled like diamonds, and his face lit up when he smiled at her. At her. Because she was the object of his affection finally, and he was hers, and it was unbelievably perfect.

“Is this okay?” he asked. “I--I think I really like you, Nova. I don’t want to do anything too fast.”

She nodded with a smile, leaning up to press a quick kiss to his lips. “It’s fine, Keiji. With me, at least. You’re sure it's okay with you?”

“I don’t think I’ve wanted anything more in my life than just wanting to be with you right now.”

He leaned down to kiss her again. She would have stayed there forever if she could.

[ppangjae]

i’m in a writing slump as well uwu hi-5 for that hehehe anyway~ imma go for chef!au, 17 “you’re giving me second-hand embarrassment!” and ofc, jaehyun ☺️

author’s note. omg hi love! yes, i don’t know what’s going on with all the writers right now, it seems like we’re all in a writing slump :( let’s get through this together! we can make it!

this is a request from a prompt drabble game i opened! the game will only be open until Sunday, August 2nd, 2020, 9:00 PM est! if you’re interested in sending a request, send it here!

You wouldn’t be surprised if Jeong Jaehyun so happened to be Gordon Ramsay’s adopted son. In the kitchen, he was everything but nice. On the covers of health and lifestyle magazines, he’s everything you would ever want in a man. But jokes on them, he’s far from it.

“Are you still asleep? You’re chopping incredibly slow.” You hear him criticize one of the entremetiers and just the sound of his voice makes you wince. 

But what seems like a peaceful evening turns into an absolute nightmare the moment a waiter rushes into the kitchen with her eyes round like saucers. Her eyes meet Jaehyun’s, who’s looking at her questioningly. She opens and closes her mouth like a fish before grimacing.

“Lee Donghyuck,” she lets out a squeak. “Lee Donghyuck is here with a couple of business partners and his wife.”

“Fucking hell,” Jaehyun cusses. “He was probably sent over to conduct a food review. But why in the heck would he bring his business partners along? His wife too?”

“I’m not sure, chef. I’ve already taken his order and it’s quite—” She says and he cuts her off by snatching the small piece of paper from the tips of her fingers. “—long.”

“Alright, alright, listen up.”

Everyone in the kitchen halts their duties to look at Jaehyun. His ears are incredibly red and the look on his face remains blank, it kind of terrifies you. Mark nudges you and you glance at him. 

“We have an important guest in the restaurant. Whatever he has ordered must be made to complete perfection. I expect all of you to put in hard work and it should be reflected in the dishes we will serve him. Am I understood?” He quirks an eyebrow and you gulp nervously.

“Yes, chef.”

“Good,” he mumbles, faking a smile. “Now, get to work.”

The list of ordered dishes is being passed along throughout the kitchen and when it reaches you, you start scanning for any desserts, baked goods, or pastries. Your finger stops at two orders of cannoli and one order of creme brûlée. 

“Mark, do you mind preparing me some flour, sugar, and salt?” You ask and Mark nods his head, heading to his station to grab the ingredients.

You’re busy preparing to make your exquisite cannoli, when you hear someone slam their hand onto the countertop. You jump in your stance, feeling completely and utterly startled at the loud noise. You look over your shoulder to see Jaehyun going completely apeshit on Mark. Your eyes widen.

“You almost made a huge mistake!” He yells. “How could you not be able to differentiate sugar from salt? Don’t they teach you that in cooking school? On the first day too, even?”

“I’m sorry, chef. It won’t happen again—”

“It was my fault, chef. Please don’t get mad at him. I should’ve gotten the ingredients myself.” You cut Mark off, who looks at you as if you’re crazy.

Whenever Jaehyun seems to be breathing down Mark’s neck, you’d always come in to defend him. Sometimes, you would even take all of the blame. Mark is a new intern who so happened to be cursed with being placed in Jaehyun’s restaurant. You figured that Mark didn’t deserve any of this and thus, you’ve been protecting the younger one at all costs.

“What’s with you lately, Y/N?” Jaehyun frowns. “You’ve been giving me headaches left and right. You’ve been making many mistakes and it’s a shame that I’m always there to catch every single one of them.”

“I’m sorry, chef.”

“Imagine what could’ve happened if Mark mistakenly put more salt than sugar. Imagine serving this piece of shit to Lee Donghyuck. We’ll get a horrible review, which is the last thing I want!” He yells at you and you close your eyes. “You’re giving me second-hand embarrassment! I didn’t ask for this.” 

“It won’t happen again, chef.” You say with your head hung low.

“It better not,” he mutters. “Get back to work before my blood pressure shoots up from this kitchen.”

As you and Mark head back to your stations, Mark is bombarding you with apologies. You wave it off, telling him that everything will be alright. 

“It wasn’t even your fault—”

“I know, Mark.” You cut him off. “It was entirely your fault. But the last thing I want is for you to get in trouble during your internship year. It won’t look too good on your resume. Chef won’t even give you a reference letter. I’m doing this for you.”

“What? You don’t need to—”

“I want to.” You reassure him. “Just fix your mistakes, for me. Once you fix your mistakes, we wouldn’t be having Chef Jaehyun sticking forks up our asses. Alright? Do it for us.”

The two of you are sharing laughs while getting back to work. Little did you know, Jaehyun stands not too far off, hearing every single word coming out of your mouth. Like a maniac, there’s a soft smile spreading across his lips at your mini pep-talk with the fellow intern.

And just like that, what seems like Jeong Jaehyun’s Hell’s Kitchen surprisingly gets a 5-star review from Lee Donghyuck. 

[scoups-ofsuga]

LEE SEOKMIN X READER || A Final Kiss

one shot, drabble drama (?)

Hope yallz doing well, im not as active as i used to sadly hehe, but i still love writing ^^ just took a break i guess ??, im working on making a comic rn, and hopefully i finish the first chapter soon ^^ please look forward to it ! Here is a short drabble, i believe im a bit rusty hahah sorry sorry ^^

You walk down the streets quietly, and the sun is just beginning to set. You make a turn but you hear a weird clacking noise behind you, but you try to take no mind. You enter a tunnel and the clacking sound bounces of the wall, your heart beats faster and you hasten your steps until the weird sound seem to have stopped.

You sit at a nearby bench, catching your breathe,

“W-What was that” you huff heavily, taking out your inhaler you bring it to your lips,

“Um, excuse me-“

“AHHHH !!” You jump out of your seat dropping your inhaler and cough violently,

“Ah ! Im so sorry ! I didn’t mean to scare you” he panics to your side and caresses your back as you continue to heavily cough, and breathing in your inhaler.

“Are you better ?” He softly asks after things have calmed down, you both are just sitting on the bench in the park. You give a small nod.

“I’m sorry for scaring you, I didn’t mean to” he looks down on his lap in remorse,

“Ah no its okay, it was by accident anyway” you smile it off despite it almost becoming a heart attack.

“So, is there anything you need from me sir ?” You say as you look to him,

“Ah it’s nothing in particular .. it’s just..” he hesitates,

“It just ?” You prompt him again,

“It’s just I wanted to see your face” he says slowly, which catches you off guard,

“Um, Excuse Me !?”

“Ah No! Im not a stalker or anything ! Its just that,,, you are Yona right ?”

“Wait, how do you know my name ??” You inch away from him,

“I swear I’m not a stalker !!” He waves his hands in panic,

“It’s just that, I know that, that’s not your ‘real’ face” he says and cautiously gestures to you. You then calm down a bit, lowering your guard “you are the receiver of the face transplant, right ? The donor is my girlfriend”

“I just saw you walking, I didn’t mean to follow and scare you” he slowly starts to tear up, “I just miss her so much” tears slowly start dropping from his eyes, and hit the ground as he lowly sobs.

Your heart starts to aches. It must be hard to be living in a world without the one i love, but her face remains.

You reach out to pat his back,

“Um, Thank you — I’m really grateful for your girlfriend, she’s my hero”

He laughs and look up to you, “haha, she would be proud and happy to be a receiver of her face”

The man stops and looks at you with such care, such longing; pain and joy mixing all at his eyes.

“I-it was no problem, thank you as well”

“well, it’s getting late we should head home— i’ll walk you”

“Ah please no, my house is just near”

“Please, let me do this ! May this be a repayment for scaring you hahah”

And you couldn’t say no, so you finally agreed and he walked you home.

You arrive at the front of your home, and as you were bidding your goodbyes you couldn’t get the feeling that he wanted to say something,

“Come on, just spit it out” you say nonchalantly, his cheeks blush as he flusters,

“Um, if it isn’t too much trouble ,,, can I..” he stops at his words, “can I kiss your forehead ?? It’s something I always do when me and my girlfriend part”

You were taken a back but really couldn’t say no, so you agreed to his request.

“This will be the first and last time I’m allowing this” you raise a brow and he heartily laughs, “let this be my, final FINAL goodbye” he says

You stand parallel to him, and prepare yourself. You smile to him like telling him ‘okay, I’m ready’ he chuckles lightly and slowly he stretches out both of his hands and holds you warmly at the small of your neck, his thumbs resting on your cheeks. You heart starts to raise at his touch, you avert your eyes to not see his gaze. He slowly draws you closer to him, you close your eyes shut. And to your anticipation, he plants a kiss at the middle of your forehead, just between your eyebrows; warm and tender, sweet and soft. A kiss full of love and sorrow, you could almost tear up.

On his release you look up to him and see his glossy eyes twinkling from the street lights around, his eyes then crescent at his awkward smile and the built up tears break and stream down his face.

“Thank you” he says shakily, “well, you should get in, don’t want you getting a cold now hahah”

“Ah yeah, haha” you try to hide the flush of your cheeks. “Well good night mr ?? ”

“Ah, it’s Lee Seokmin and Goodnight, take care”

A/N: WAAAAH oki kunda random heheh but i missed the community ú _ù) stay safe everyone !

[sailorshadzter]

so ive got a little less than 2wks left until quarantine ends for me. 

im going to do my best to cram as much writing in as possible

this is my “to do” list for myself. they probably wont be in this order but who knows. obviously more things will pop up like oneshots & drabbles & whatever, but these are things i’ve got actually planned or started!!! 

finish the essos au. there’s 2 chapters left to write, i’ve got most of it planned out, so lets all cross our fingers i can get through it by the end of this week!

update the next chapter of the wildling jon x alayne fic. since you know... thats been left behind LOL.

start the other au i have an idea for, which is post season 8, following the canon of bran as king in king’s landing, sansa as qitn, jon in exile, and arya gone off on her travels. im actually really excited to get to this one.

maybe finish that mini fic i started when season 8 was STILL AIRING (lol @ me) where sansa is pregnant & kidnapped by cersei. 

finish the quarantine fic for kazfum (something NOT jonsa for once!!)

speaking of quarantine fic.... an update for the jonsa one will be coming hehehe

also someday i should go back to that old jonsa au i was writing where jon was king of the iron throne. i dived off onto a plot that i didnt really think through enough & idk where to take it. if anything i can circle back and update it to a more fluid plot?? idk. if people are interested, maybe ill post snippets of the chapter & ask for insight on where to go with the plot. (let me know if you’re interested in this!!)

oh & catch up on some additional ask box prompts. 

[rosaetae]

3. Things u said too quietly + Yoongi X reader. Maybe a postbreak up au?? Hehehe thankseu

then and now

➣ pairing: yoongi x reader

➣ word count: 1k 

➣ genre: rapper!yoongi postbreakup!au

➣ a/n: ok forewarning fhdjsjksjs this kinda isn’t like things u said too quietly but like ….. my rendition of it lol ….. that’s why it was kinda hard to write it …. but i did it !!! so here ahahah 

You loved Yoongi.

You really did.

If someone came up to you and asked you if you ever loved someone so much, would you have done anything and everything for them?— The thought of Yoongi would not hesitate to make his way up to your mind.

It was simply because you loved him so much, you would have done anything for him.

You did love him.

It had been 2 years since you two had a falling out in a relationship— or something your mother, who disapproved of the relationship since the beginning, would call, ’a toxic wasteland with no future’.

Reasoning for falling out?

Anything and everything.

You don’t know why but deciding to hit pay for the ticket to Min Yoongi’s concert was something you can’t really explain in simple words. But, you do know that you were questioning Jeongyeon, the one who sent you the link to his concert tickets in the first place. Something about how “he’s a really good artist!” and “he’s the rapper I was telling you about”.

You also don’t know why you actually showed up at the concert venue alone. A small area, but if you were to hide in the corner next to the bar, you would be able to watch him from a good angle, while also to be able to stay hidden.

Min Yoongi has been someone you’ve loved for the longest while, but if there was anything you knew about him, he was never good with words.

Music?

Wonderfully brilliant at it.

That’s why you believed in him. You believed with every single part of your body that his music would be known and loved. That people were going to love and adore it just as much as you did.

Maybe that could account for why you were standing in that venue, a beer in hand trying to cover your face without being recognized by anyone before the show started, and feeling an emotion that overwhelmed you.

As people had swarmed in, some trying to fight those at the front, the lights began to dim, and you prepared yourself for whatever was behind the closed curtains.

And when the drawn curtains have separated and out from the shadows came someone familiar but yet so foreign, you nearly freeze, your mind telling you to back out on this, yet your legs were rooted to the ground.

A rhythmic beat had overtaken and the form that was moving to the beat and bringing a mic to his lips from a single spotlight, you realize it’s him. It’s really him.

And he’s on stage, performing, expressing his art to real people loud and clear.

It brings excitement and brings a sort of wistfulness inside of you, because as you stand, harbored away with your lonely beer, you hear the verses that you once made opinions about, ones that you knew he written on good days, hard days, and/or sporadic days., and the ones that you even helped him with. It made you feel familiar with the surrounding, despite the fact that you’re a nobody and not one person knows that you know these verses.

One song had started to play after a couple of songs and him talking to the crowd. He said he had called it To The Then and Now and how he dedicated it to someone he knew.

Then you froze.

The day he wanted to talk to you immediately filled your mind.

You thought it would have been something exciting, something along the lines of good news— exciting news. You expected to hear something huge or amazing that happened to him that would have you smile, squeal, jump in complete elation all for him. Why? Because you wished the absolute best for him.

But you didn’t squeal or jump or do any of the above. Instead, you were doing the opposite. Smiling to frowning in confusion, squealing to yelling, and jumping in complete elation to breaking down in utter shock and denial.

“I love you,” he had spoke so meekly. “But you can’t be with me.”

“I love you then and I love you now, but what does that mean when we couldn’t settle down?”

“Why?” You asked, furrowing your eyebrows.

“I slept with someone.”

“You were gonna cheat in life to be with me but I had to cheat on you so you could be with life.

"No, you didn’t,” you dryly laughed off, but seeing the way he barely could even look at you in the eye, your breath hitched.

“These are words that will never be said because I’m the one who’s over my head. While I’m with someone else in bed, you’re the one that I picture in red.”

“I’m sorry.”

“At night I think about the could have been’s, and I never stopped loving you ever since.”

“Please tell me this is a joke.”

Yoongi looked at you, the one trying to bargain and sitting there in denial with eyes brimming with tears that show that this wasn’t a joke while his throat swelled and his chest caved in at the sight of you. He didn’t want to do it this way, but he had to.

“You were willing to be with me for the sake of loving me, but I wasn’t willing to be with you for the sake of loving you.”

Yoongi could only let out a quiet apology once more before he couldn’t take it in and walked out first— trying to make it easier for him, but it only was the hardest thing that he had to do.

“You knew I wouldn’t leave you for the heaven or hell, but damn, you wouldn’t leave me even if I didn’t do well”

Yoongi loved you.

But you being with him, giving up almost everything to be with him, was a debt he didn’t want to pay for.

He wanted you to be happy.

“I know I was reckless and hasty, but if I told you the truth, I just wanted you to be happy.”

And happiness isn’t with him. He was damned and you knew it.

“I love you now and I love you then, and I wish leaving you was all pretend.”

The crowd screamed, hollered, cheered at his last song the minute it ended, but it all became white noise.

Because those verses, those unfamiliar verses that you never have your opinion about or helped with, had left you speechless. And how ironic, because Yoongi was never one for explaining his feelings and his actions, yet that… that was louder than the words of what you knew and held for the longest of “you can’t be with me”.

It suddenly felt like it was just you and him in the room, because as he was thanking the crowd of people adoring him, he had made his eyes towards you.

Catching his gaze, he nearly does a double take, but he knows no one can ever look the way you do. And for that split second of eye contact, you gave him a nod. A nod that shared a meaning you and him understood.

It was enough for him to know that you understood, and it was enough for you to know that that was closure.

Now, it was time to move on.

this drabble request is apart of my drabble series

+ this was written from this list of prompts

[lululawrence]

lululawrence’s February 2019 Fic List

Click here for previous months’ fic lists

It has officially been a year of my making monthly fic lists and I’m so happy I decided to start doing this. I have so much fun sharing what I’ve been reading and how much I’ve enjoyed it. I’m so glad to keep going with it and hope you like it too! This month I continued my catch up on the Tomlinshaw exchange but also started reading a lot of fics I’d been holding out on for awhile. So, without further ado, here are the awesome fics that rocked my world this month!

play the game by @candybarrnerd / icarusinflight This one was sexy and filthy and I just...don’t have much more to say hahahahaha It’s Tomlinshaw and reading it had me pretty much dropped right into Nick’s emotions and I loved it.

Leave Your Mark On Me by @fullonlarrie / FullOnLarrie OMG okay so like. Omega Harry who doesn’t even think he’s interested in alphas quick bonds with Alpha Louis because otherwise he can’t get the job he wants. But there’s a massive twist! And then feelings! And realizations! And pining! And flirting! And it just grows so perfectly and I loved it very much a lot. I can’t even find the right words and I think I finished it a week ago as of writing this little thing but yeah. It’s amazing.

Owner of a Lonely Heart by @shiftylinguini / shiftylinguini It’s a kind of Tomlinshaw rash marriage in vegas kind of fic but also not? There’s so many more feelings to it than something as simple as that. But it’s defo strangers to lovers and honestly the non-cameo Liam makes might very well be my favorite part of it as well as the Neil/Niall fiasco just because it plays out SO PERFECTLY with Nick and Louis. hahahahaha Gosh this fic is hysterical and soft and painful and just so many things. It is a perfect little fic. I love love loved it.

oh, i just want you to come with me by @hiatusniall / weddingbells I’ll be honest hahahaha the bit with the sprinklers had me wanting to cry a little because I was just imagining everything being ruined BUT the bookends were beautiful and the pain and the miscommunication cause, let’s be real, Tomlinshaw would never just have easy and straightforward and good communication. They’d have to fight it out and be stupid boys first, and this really captures that. It was a super fun read, I really enjoyed it!

Come and Get Your Love by @rsadelle / rsadelle A five times Tomlinshaw Fic! Featuring awesome dads Nick and Louis! This was so sweet and soft and cute and there was a twist I wasn’t expecting! And little interludes that just added even more to what was already incredible. It was such a fun read, I adored it.

dead set on a getaway by EmmyLouWho EmmyLouWho strikes again! Seriously, their fics are ALWAYS gold. I don’t know how they do it. This time features Tomlinshaw in a BOOK STORE. OOOOOMMMMGGGGGG!!! And the way it all finally comes together is adorable and perfect. And Gemma is hysterical hehehe Gosh such a fun and fluffy fic.

happiness hits like a train on a track by leighbot New dad Louis meets his neighbors Harry and Liam and Lirry are fucking adorable, okay? And they try to play matchmaker and it all goes horribly wrong and is so funny and yet bad BUT THEN! Nick to the rescue! For real, in the same ways the previous set ups had been all wrong, Nick is so right and I LOVED IT. Also, Louis’ relationship with Penny’s mother is so fucking cute too. I just can’t handle it. I loved this one too.

Say It With Flowers by @reminiscingintherain / reminiscingintherain Back to Larry! For a bit, anyway hahaha Roni took the most hilarious prompt and made Louis so awkward and angry and forthright it was incredible. Meanwhile Harry’s just confused and yet it somehow all comes together and I so so so enjoyed reading this! It was the perfect read after a long day. hehe

The Sleepover by @homosociallyyours / homosociallyyours THIS GIRL DIRECTION FICLET IS THE MOST ADORABLE PERFECTION EVER?! It’s so pure! So soft! So sweet! Gosh I loved it very much a lot.

Charity Ficlets and Tumblr Drabbles by @becomeawendybird / QuickedWeen This collection of ficlets has such gems! Merm Louis, a magical curse au, AND a prompt I gave her that essentially takes Rachmaninoff and Stravinsky in Old Hollywood and makes them Harry and Louis. It’s all AMAZING and I LOVE IT.

One Touch Is Never Enough by @fullonlarrie / FullOnLarrie Werewolf Louis goes to get a massage and things do not go as planned. Gosh I was cackling at this so much, it’s so great. A super funny, super ridiculous read haha

London Rain by @writsgrimmyblog / Writcraft Basically canon compliant Tomlinshaw where Louis wants to finally explore possibilities with boys and takes to online dating to try it. Gosh this fic is such a great read. There was a lot of emotion and parts that made me laugh out loud, it was absolutely fab.

Brave Love by @angelichl / angelichl And they were roommates!!! For real, though. They were. And there’s SO MUCH PINING and omgosh it’s so beautiful and soft and sweet and Harry and Louis are just so precious in this, okay? It’s so so so amazing. A great valentine’s day read.

hold on for one more day by @disgruntledkittenface / disgruntledkittenface This fic had me rolling but also so worried and I might have cried just a little bit, but seriously the Tomlinshaw banter was so great and so were the soft feels! The careful watching after each other and there’s a part where Grimmy is just so worried and scared and Louis is so so so soft and sweet and I’ll leave it at that. so good.

time stopped then sped so fast by sarcasticfluentry I went through the Grouis tag on AO3 and found very few fics. I loved them all, and they’re coming now, hahaha This is...basically Greg James/Louis Tomlinson porn lollll most of them are, tbh. It’s got panties though hehehe and if size difference is a kink for you, then this definitely has that for ya. An oldie but a goodie!

Let me be your good night by @conscious--ramblings / Conscious_ramblings I apparently read this ages ago when it first was published and I don’t remember it which seems impossible I don’t know how that happened?!?! This is Harry/Louis, but they go to a swinger party and Greg and Nick get added into the mix. It’s such a great read, though, because Harry and Louis are exclusive and never really considered adding more into their relationship, but this night changes some things and the way Sheena goes through the emotions of it all is so beautiful. And hot. Like damn hot. So. If that’s your jam, I would defo recommend this one.

sugar, butter, flour by EmmyLouWho After two incredibly smutty fics, have an entirely pure and smut free goodie from emmylouwho! hehe It’s a Nailed It AU and is SO GOOD. It’s so funny the way Harry, Zayn, and Niall are all depicted and the way it all plays out had me giggling the entire way through. A super cute, super fun read.

Like An Anthem In My Heart by @goodmorningtoyouuniverse / GMTYUniverse This fic, y’all. I love footie fics, but I’m also super picky about them because I love footie myself. This one was written so so so well in all aspects, but the football aspects had me screaming in excitement in a football chat. It was sooooo good and it involves a forced outing and how it was all handled and it was so believable and beautiful and the emotions and the relationships and the cameos of real players and people had me flipping out in a good way and I just. It was so great. One of my favs of the month, easily.

Taste Too Good by sarcasticfluentry Okay this one is more PWP basically, but it’s kinda...well, it’s Grouis, but it’s also...Tomlinshames. Is that the ship name for Nick/Greg/Louis? It is now. lol Anyway, this fic was a lovely little read and the switching in POV gave you a little insight on everyone’s feelings and thoughts throughout so yeah. haha

'cause i like it dark and low by sarcasticfluentry What can I say? More filthy, filthy Grouis PWP. lollll But it was good! haha

The Post-War BP by @jaerie / jaerie As per usual, Jenna comes in and just takes A/B/O and makes it an entirely different beast. I have no idea how her brain works, but I’d love to see inside it hahaha This is a fic where it kind of holds to the more traditional omegas stay home, have children, etc but in this world an alpha is required to be a part of the relationship in order for an alpha to have a chance at being produced. Add in a war where alphas were shipped off to fight and not many returned, and suddenly a Breeding Plan is introduced. This fic is somewhat dark, quite twisted in parts, and does involve some unsavory content, so please beware of tags. I ADORED it though.

Tell Me Your Secrets by @dimpled-halo / dimpled_halo This was for the Popularry fest, which I’m doing horribly at keeping up with. It was based on the film For a Good Time Call and I’d never heard of that until I read this, but now I wanna watch it! haha Harry and Louis are pseudo enemies to friends to lovers as they move into an apartment together and start a sex line and It’s...amazing. hahaha Such a great fic!

And that’s it for this month! Happy reading, and don’t forget to leave the authors kudos and nice comments!!