#wc.414

[lgcminki]

SHOW US YOUR BEST ! minki dances to when the party's over

minki would be lying if he said this wasn't a lot of pressure. it's nothing strange—he's a trial member, he should be showcasing his talents to cement himself as an appropriate member of the group and to make sure his skills would line-up with everyone else. that's how he sees it, he knows it's a significant portion of his process to assimilate into the group properly, something that shouldn't be taken lightly. he's a bit at odds with himself—should he go with the safer option, can he dance with his heart and soul now—can he feel the music?

there's only one way to find out, really. so minki presses record on the button.

maybe the answer was simple, he never needed to debate with himself for so long—he just needs to perform, like he usually does, laying himself bare to whoever is willing to watch. he takes a deep breath, closes his eyes for a moment and really feels himself.

and then, it begins.

he allows himself to let go, giving his all, allowing his expressions to let loose as he focuses on nothing else but the performance—away from his past, his attachments, the grief that comes from performing something so personal. the choreography he chose for the song is more contemporary, where a little extra push in small movements can make a difference. since he'll only be dancing, he doesn't have to worry about keeping his vocals even, performing with his limbs. every step counts, every stretch does too.

once we've both said our goodbyes

minki takes another breath, curling into himself, dropping onto the floor, allowing the rawest emotions to seep into his movements. he reaches out, grasping for the air—almost desperate, like he's imagining someone ( and he might be, the ghost that's been haunting him for so long he couldn't dance the way he wanted to ). maybe, this is him trying to turn a page, with this one performance. there's grace in the way his limbs glide across the floor, in tune with the build-up of music; gradual.

let's just let it go

slowly, the song comes to an end. there's a subtle tremor as he stretches out his arm one last time, a dramatic affect to finish the show—but it's real. he stumbles, on purpose, as part of the routine itself; catching himself soon after. a symbol: to how he'll catch himself in the real world too.

the next stage approaches: acceptance.

let me let you go

[lgcsori]

timeline

...

0-5 years (2002-2007) born to a couple who were told they could never have their own kid, her brother was adopted and sori was unplanned. the little girl was loved immediately, her parents got what they were told they would never have. she was spoiled, but a quiet kid, did not cry much, but did also not enjoy being around others than her parents and brother. she spoke so little her parents feared she was mute, she refused to play with others, both other kids and other older people.

6-11 years (2008-2013) she worked in the family’s restaurant, or attempted to, in her younger years it was a bit difficult, she couldn’t carry much nor was she good with the customers, so she was mainly given the role of washing dishes. her brother was popular, friends from school coming to eat simply because he worked there, that’s when the jealousy started, why did her brother seem better at everything? sori started her own competition against her brother.

12-17 years (2014-2019) sori’s parents divorced, and with the divorce, sori’s dad decided to move, move far away. her brother went with their dad, and though sori wished to do the same thing, she couldn’t leave her mother behind to be all alone, so she stayed. she studied as much as she could, was she not studying she was helping in the restaurant. she was never the server her brother was though, he was good with humans, she was not, and it haunted her every day, having to see costumers that immediately upon seeing her would ask: “where’s hyoseop?”, not even ‘where’s your brother’ they seemed like they forgot sori existed.

18-21 years (2020-2023) like with everything in sori’s life, she saw her brother chasing the idol dream and decided to do the same, if he could do it then so could she. she moved to live with her dad, practiced dancing by herself and got into legacy. becoming a trainee made her even more competitive, it wasn’t just her brother who she competed with, she saw everyone as a rival. she struggled making friends, paranoid people would try to ruin her dreams somehow. always on edge, always jealous of her brother, how he joined future dreams first, debuted first, was far more active than her.

22-23 years (2024-2025) sori debuted, and her life finally calmed down, she didn’t see people as rivals anymore, and she got closer with her brother again, debuting solved a lot of sori’s problems.

[lgcjisoo]

XANDER: OFF THE RUNWAY ⇀ EPISODE 018

"hi everyone! taking a break from physical activity on here. i wanted to go back to something that i didn't really have a chance to do since i didn't really venture into this area, but i felt that it'd be fun to try something that the company offers to most of the members and trainees if you really wanted to do this. i just... didn't take those opportunities when i could have. so if any trainees are watching... it's never too late to give composing a try." the break from dancing, and working out was not necessary, but a pleasant thing to stray away from after the last few episodes. "i didn't say the end result would be any good, but if you don't try, how would you know?" and he's actually in yushin's studio but unless his fans had hawk eyes, they likely wouldn't pinpoint that this was his since the idol wasn't actually going to make an appearance here today. he's simply borrowing the studio room.

"and i don't have any musical background with any instruments, but i don't think it's necessary. is it? i know it helps." he stares blankly at the tools in front of him and this is worse than him trying to play a video game. "there's so much going on, i feel out of my element. but isn't that usually the case? gosh, i can look like such a fool sometimes." so he goes to play with some of the different sounds and clicks on several drum noises. "hmm this one's a bit... sharp. i'd rather have a more mellow beat. and then i'll add this snare at other parts..." and he presses play. it sounds alright. he supposes. jisoo really doesn't know. but it's neat. "if you like it, you can also copy and duplicate it and make it loop for as long as you'd like.... i'll stop narrating for a bit and dabble a bit more, so you'll hear less from me for a period of this recording." he turns away from the camera and narrating, jisoo choosing to focus on adding some other noises to layer on top of the base track. some bass, some shakers. he wonders if there are also any samples that he can use, otherwise he'll have to record himself, which isn't the worst idea. "oh wow, adding the bass changes everything," he can't help but comment, "cooooool. okay, we're getting somewhere... now imagine how the pros actually do it!?"

[punkkture]

p!link

avid simon thigh-fucking enjoyer, and you should be too.

{ mdni } wc: { 414 }

- simon wakes up in the middle of the night. sweaty and panting a little bit. he never sleeps good. but he can feel the tension in his boxers. now he knows what the issue is.

palming himself through the covers and getting a soft and sleepy groan to escape through his lips. his eyes flicker over to your form in the dark. resting sweetly and calmly. watching your sternum rise and fall with the steady breaths. he envied your peacefulness, but he would go through every mission all over again if it meant he could give you a warm bed like this to sleep in.

“my baby . . . wake up,” he mumbles tiredly while gently resting his fingers on your waist. he inches closer when he hears a soft ‘hm’ leave your throat. “gotta help me out here for a second.” his tired words are raspy but the undeniable need is evident in them.

who are you to deny him the sweetness he craves? your sleepy eyes nodding for him and letting his hands move you however he pleases.

it only takes a couple minutes for the warm covers to be pushed off of you both and the comfort now replaced by his chest pressing up against your own. panties and boxers yanked somewhere on the floor.

simon knew he couldn’t wait long enough to prep you, and he did not want to hear the complaints in the morning if he just shoved into you now. so he parts your legs a little bit, spitting on his fingers and spreading it on your inner thigh, almost touching your sensitive spot.

“you can go back t’ sleep baby,” he mumbles in your hair while squeezing your thighs around his cock. feeling the warm spit coat either side.

your groggy, but not falling asleep now, just resting on his chest while you feel his hips start to rut against your pussy. his pre leaking down his tip while gentle groans leaving his lips. his fingers adjusting their grip on your hips and getting you to bounce against him.

“squeeze a little harder,” he pants softly. a hiss almost coming out of him when he felt your fatty thighs clench around him and the warmth of your pussy starting to leak down against his pained erection. “good baby, so sweet.”

he’s fucking your thighs until his hot and warm spurts of cum are coating your skin. squeezing your ass and thighs around his tip until his breaths calm down.

[bradleysass]

ask - @into-the-jeggyverse - wc: 414

The bell above the coffee shop door jingled as James stepped in, shrugging off the cold and ruffling his wind-blown hair. He spotted Sirius immediately—sprawled in a corner booth like he owned the place, a half-drunk latte in front of him, black nails drumming the side of his cup.

“Took you long enough,” Sirius said, eyes flicking up with a smirk. “Did Reg keep you hostage?”

James grinned and slid into the seat across from him. “He didn’t even notice I left. He was deep in an argument with a crossword puzzle.”

“Sounds serious.”

“Deadly. Five-letter word for 'unbothered'—he refused to accept it wasn’t 'Regulus.'”

Sirius barked a laugh. “God, I love him.”

“You should tell him that. He’d pretend he doesn’t care, but then he’d smile like a smug little cat for the rest of the week.”

Sirius rolled his eyes fondly, then sipped his coffee. “Speaking of smug little cats—how would you feel about going to Nice this summer?”

James blinked. “Nice?”

“Yeah. France. Sun, wine, shirts optional—just a holiday, you, me, Remus if he ever answers a damn text—”

“Did you even ask Regulus?” James cut in, raising a brow.

Sirius looked vaguely offended. “He likes France.”

“That’s not the point.”

“I’m his brother, James. He knows I come with chaos and dramatic travel plans.”

“And I’m his boyfriend,” James said, biting back a smile. “Which means if I say yes to a spontaneous trip without telling him, he’ll pretend it’s fine and then spend the whole flight giving me that cold, quiet ‘I’m not mad, just disappointed’ look.”

“You mean the same look Mum used to give when I set the curtains on fire?”

“The exact one.”

Sirius leaned back, folding his arms. “I don’t know how you manage to be terrified of a man who once cried because a pigeon landed too close to him.”

James laughed, loud and delighted. “That pigeon was deranged and you know it.”

Sirius smirked, but then the amusement faded into something gentler. “He’s good for you,” he said. “Y’know that?”

James’s smile softened. “Yeah. I know.”

They sat in companionable silence for a moment. Outside, the wind carried on, people rushed past the windows in coats and scarves, and the little coffee shop buzzed around them.

“I’ll ask him,” Sirius said eventually, tapping at his phone. “Nicely. With emojis.”

James chuckled. “Better include at least one black cat and a croissant.”

“Done. Look at us. Growth.”

“Miracles do happen.”

[crazy4okkotsu]

pairing: giving rin an eyebrow piercing.

CW: mentions of a needle & NOT proofread.

WC: 414

ik i’m rusty but i js wanted to write something since it’s been almost a month💔, i don’t know if the thought of run having a piercing is ooc but idk.

“do you even have any clue on how to do this…?”

he was sat on a stool by the kitchen island, eyes narrowed only slightly as he watched you prepare everything. “duh, i watched a tutorial on it.” “when?” “…ten minutes ago.” you hadn’t even raised the alcohol pad to his eyebrow before he grabbed your wrist.

“jesus, rin, it’s just the alcohol wipe.”

he looked up at the little white pad between your fingers and sighed, you could tell he felt stupid, but he kept up his front.

“okay? be careful.”

you huffed and put a hand on your hip.

“do you want the piercing or not?”

there was no reply as he let go of your wrist, his hand meeting his other one in his lap.

“exactly.” you clean his eyebrow with the wipe and use a marker to mark where the piercing is gonna go. you hold his face as you look at the placement, it seemed pretty good to you, so…

“okay, close your eyes.”

he blinked up at you a couple times before reluctantly closing his eyes. you didn’t have any clamps so you pinched his skin, but before the needle went through rin opened his eyes again.

“i don’t think that’s—“ “just close your eyes!”

not a second went to waste as you pushed the needle through his skin. you didn’t miss the way he jolted or the way his hands flew to your hips, gripping tightly as if to cope with the pain.

‘holy shit’ was the only thought going through rin’s brain, over and over again. letting you do this wasn’t the smartest idea, but he only had himself to blame…

after finally getting the piercing through and tightening the end of it, you looked down—

his grip on your hips was still tight.

you blinked, placing your hands on his cheeks, you let him know you were done. as he opened his eyes, the tears that were prickling his eyes finally fell.

“i’m doneeee!” he lightly pried your hands off his face and reached for his phone, opening the camera. he analyzed the piercing before giving a simple hum, “…it’s alright, i guess.” you rolled your eyes and wiped his tears with your thumb before he stood up.

you thought that’s all you were gonna get for your effort before you felt a soft kiss on your forehead. “thank you.” he muttered quietly before simply walking off.

he never gives you a chance to react.

[gpcwsl]

Hi 👋 Can you do Lia Wälti x chocolatier reader? Maybe R likes to surprise Wally with chocolate sculptures?

Lia Wälti x Chocolatier!Reader

Piece of home

WC: 414

MasterList

Warnings: just short.

Song: Home - Edith Whiskers

The rich scent of melted chocolate fills your kitchen, wrapping the air in warmth and sweetness. It clings to your skin, your apron dusted with cocoa powder as you carefully put the final touches on your masterpiece—a hand-sized chocolate sculpture of the Swiss flag.

It’s been hours of meticulous work. Tempering the chocolate, molding the delicate details, getting the red and white just right. But it’s worth it. Lia deserves the best, and what better way to surprise her than with something that brings together her love for Switzerland and your passion for chocolate?

Just as you step back to admire your creation, you hear the front door click open. Lia’s home. You wipe your hands on your apron, heart thumping with excitement.

“Schatz?” her voice calls, tired but warm.

She steps into the kitchen, still in her training gear, hair damp from a shower at the training ground. Her eyes widen when she sees the small chocolate sculpture sitting on the counter.

“What is this?” she asks, stepping closer, carefully picking it up as if it might break under her touch. “Is this…?”

You pop down from the staircase, where you’d been waiting to surprise her, grinning proudly. “A Swiss flag made of chocolate,” you say. “I’ve been working on it all day.”

Lia turns to you, eyes softening as she looks from you to the chocolate in her hands. “You made this?”

You nod, stepping closer. “Yeah. I wanted to surprise you. Thought you might like a little piece of home after training.”

Lia’s lips part in amazement before she chuckles, shaking her head. “You’re unbelievable.” She sets the chocolate sculpture down carefully and pulls you into a hug, pressing a chocolate-scented kiss to your forehead. “I love it. I love you.”

You smile against her shoulder, feeling the warmth of her embrace. “I love you too.”

Then she pulls back, a mischievous glint in her eye. “You wouldn’t mind if I taste-test it, right?”

You laugh, nudging her playfully. “You better. I made it for you.”

Lia grins before breaking off a small piece, letting the chocolate melt on her tongue. Her eyes flutter shut, a satisfied hum leaving her lips. “Mmh, perfect,” she murmurs.

You watch her with a pleased smile, knowing all the hours of work were worth it. Because nothing beats the happiness in Lia’s eyes when she looks at you—and the taste of home you’ve given her in the sweetest way possible.

[kkami-writes]

waiting for us ― chapter four. you come here often? ↝ wc: 414

The early afternoon rush was upon you, cafe love stay being apparently very popular with the nearby college kids, desperate to get some semblance of caffeine in their systems. Honestly you didn’t mind the busy environment, it was better than sitting around and doing nothing and you found that time passed by faster this way.

What you didn’t like was the pretty boy in line, his long black hair half up in a ponytail and you can remember him from the other day as the one who was having a whole photoshoot in the campus quad at 7 in the morning. You hate the way your heart stutters when he smiles at you, his tall figure leaning slightly forward and against the counter.

You especially hate the first words that come out of his mouth.

“Hey, you come here often?” 

You blink in disbelief, almost laughing at the ridiculous question. “Yeah, I work here. What can I get you,” You keep your voice even and disinterested, raising an eyebrow at him. 

“R-right but I meant! You’re new here right?” 

“Yeah. So, can I take your order?” 

“Yeah,” he cleared his voice awkwardly, “can I get a large iced americano?” 

“Alright, name?”

“Hwang Hyunjin,” 

There was zero reason for him to give you his full name and you hate the way your soulmark practically throbs at his name. You dig your nails into the flesh of your thighs to ground yourself. 

“$2.56 please,” He taps his card on the reader but doesn’t make a move to get out of line, something that annoys the other people in the growing line.

“Um! What’s your name?”

You’re blinking back at him again before motioning to the small name tag on your apron. It read MIO and he suddenly wondered if you were Jeongin’s pretty new lab partner. It would make sense, since Hyunjin thinks you’re probably the prettiest girl he’s ever seen, which according to his soulmates, would be saying something. 

“Hwang, stop flirting with the new girl. You’re holding up the line,” The voice of your coworker Ryujin cuts through the air as she glares at the male who still hasn’t gotten out of the seemingly never ending line. Hyunjin is quick to scurry away to his usual table in the back corner, cheeks completely flushed at making a fool of himself in front of the pretty new barista.  Lord, what is wrong with me? Hyunjin questions his sanity as he pulls out his sketchbook.

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[lichenes]

Just here to comment that all your works are so, so good! If possible can we get another law school Vincent and reader piece! Or something on Pierre <3

Thank you for the ask gepardings and thank you for the compliment!! I got so excited to see you request something<33 I'm only just learning writing so I'm hoping to perfect my craft soon enough :D This is a sort of sequel-prequel to this. Also the person who guesses what I'm referencing in the second paragraph gets a cookie :D CW: swearing (once), SFW wc: 414

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During your law school days Vincent was smitten by you. Whenever you would have your little study sessions together he wouldn't be able to focus and would keep distracting you with his antics. To say he wasn't an ideal study partner would be an understatement. Solo, he would study nearly for all the hours of the day, not taking breaks even to sleep, but the second you stepped into his radar he would change dramatically.

"Don't you want to do something fun maître?" He said with a slight smirk. "Fuck you, calling me maître like it doesn't turn you on just to say it." He chuckled, putting his head on yours. "Come oooon..." You sighed and turned around. "You've been at it for hours, you deserve a break ma chérie."

"I don't need anything exuberant. I just want to get out of this placeee." "Hey, you're the one who is overstaying his welcome. This is my room." You said feigning annoyance. He put a hand on his forehead theatrically. "Ah my hubris has been uncovered once more, what shall I do now?" You got up defeated and gestured for him to follow you. "I'm choosing what we're doing though."

You were sitting in a park nearby your dorms enjoying a cone of your favourite ice cream, the birds just recently having returned to start chirping as if just for you. Vincent was sitting next to you entranced with the way the sun was hitting your beautiful features. It was the spring term which meant only the first buds were opening up. The plum blossoms were beginning to bloom, shyly poking their heads out of their hiding.

You were appreciating these small ways of nature showing it was coming to life after the winter. A chill ran through you. "Are you cold?" He asked concerned. Without hearing an answer from you he started removing his coat and put it over you assuring you he was gonna be fine. "Vincent you'll get sick if you keep giving me your jacket." You mused and he got a bit red in the cheeks.

"Keep not bringing your own jacket and maybe I won't stay in good health." He jested earning a laugh from you. "I'm starting to think you're doing this on purpose." He said, his voice laced with hope. It was your turn to blush. A comfortable silence fell between the both of you.

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[infiredlove]

Updated Masterlist

F- Fluff C- Comedy A- Angst S- Smut D- drama WC- Word Count

Drabbles

Long Days [f] - Choi Minho, WC 414

After a tiring day of training, you return home seeking comfort and hydration. A lighthearted conversation about wine leads to playful banter.

What A Talent [f] - Park Jimin, WC 622

Jimin has prepared a special performance for you in the senior semester talent show.

The Cold [a] - Yoongi, WC 119

In which you are breaking up with Min Yoongi. Or rather, he is breaking up with you.

What She Wants [a] - WC 126

Insecurities of the girl in the back.

Time With You [f] - Park Chanyeol, WC 700

Working in the summer camp kitchen was hectic but rewarding, with chaotic meal preparations and late-night cleanups.

Just In Time [s] - Jeon Jugkook, WC 669

When Jungkook had approached you with the idea of recording you during sex, you were very hesitant. It wasn’t everyday that he was so straightforward with his desires. However, all it took was a little work of the mouth at midnight to make you change your mind.

3 out of 5 [c,f] - Kim Taehyung, WC 237

In which you lose a game of rock, paper, scissors.

Operator [c] - Choi Seunghyun, WC 883

“Excuse me when I say this,” he says, as if your outburst never happened. “But your voice… sounds like my sex operator’s.”

Too Many Drinks [f] - Bang Yongguk, WC 313

Why is it that you could never have an enjoyable night out on the town without some random approaching you with sleazy pick-up lines?

Bad Girls Need To Be Punished [s] - Park Jimin, WC 510

Your peaceful morning quickly turns into an intoxicating dance of dominance and desire as Jimin’s touch ignites every inch of you. With a whispered challenge and an unrelenting grip, he pushes you to the edge, knowing exactly how to make you surrender—one slow, torturous moment at a time.

Sugar Baby AU [f] - Kim Namjoon + Joen Jungkook, WC 284

So I had this dream about BTSxSugar Baby Reader!AU and I had to write this because it was one of the dream drabbles that was so vivid i could almost feel it irl. 

Frustration [s] - Min Yoongi, WC 693

After a long, frustrating day, you return home to find your boyfriend peacefully napping on the couch, a stark contrast to your overwhelming stress. Deciding to wake him in a way that benefits you both, you turn frustration into intimacy, ensuring his awakening is anything but ordinary.

One-shots

Stay By Me [a] - Lee Jinki, WC 1,477

Your once-perfect relationship with Jinki has become unpredictable and strained. As tensions rise, you struggle to hold on to the love once shared.

Birthday Surprise [f] - Lee Tamin, WC 722

What started as an ordinary day quickly turned into an unforgettable celebration, complete with a heartfelt confession that would change everything.

Our Beginnings - WC 1,013

On the 9th day in Shawol Nation, all must visit the Historical Legend Wall to honor their past. When a curious young girl asks the gatekeeper why, she—and an unexpected audience—are drawn into the tale of Lord Shisus, Bi, and Boa, uncovering the origins of their people and the sacred rules that shape their world.

The Monster In My Head [f] - Jeon Jungkook, WC 3,499

You are haunted by a recurring dream that blurs the line between reality and nightmare, drawing you into the grasp of an enigmatic stranger with abyssal eyes and an unrelenting presence.

Everything Changed [s,a] 1 | 2

A seemingly innocent day with your best friend’s crush turns into a web of tangled emotions and blurred boundaries.

She Knows [s] - Zhang Yixing, WC 1,297

Zhang Yixing, a hardworking man deeply in love with his fiancé, returns home after a long day to find you indulging in a private moment of pleasure.

I Cant Believe It [c,s] - Jeon Jungkook, WC 3,908

It isn’t everyday that you meet someone so young, so childish, yet so… daddy. And for people like Alexa these kind of people are basically nonexistent. Or so she thought until Jeon Jungkook walked into her life. 

Why I Can't Sleep [f] - Jung Hoseok, WC 2,053

Struggling with overwhelming anxiety, you find yourself at Hoseok's door in the middle of the night, seeking comfort.

The Second Time | Alt Ending - [a,s] Jung Hoseok

Hoseok’s favorite thing to see in the world is the smile on his girl’s face. A smile reserved for only him, and he would do anything to keep it there.

Stroke Of Luck [f] - Mark Tuan, WC 1,411

Working as the head stylist for Got7 could be tiring, but you always loved working with them. Especially for the mere fact that you could get close to Mark, if only for five minutes.

Take Care [a] - Giriboy, WC 4,553

“What has been your greatest motivation for success?” “I’d have to say, my greatest motivation has been my little rose. I actually have a song I’d like to sing for her.”

Long Term Pieces

Here & Now: History [a,d] Haitus

Chapters: One, Two Summary: Yoongi and Namjoon mysteriously disappear from their college campus one night, only to return two years later. Though they are unmistakably the same, something about them has changed—unnaturally so.

Internship Begets Rivalry [c,a] - Min Yoongi

Chapters: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine P1, Nine P2 Summary: In a cutthroat music internship, competition turns complicated when you find yourself tangled in a constant, tension-fueled push and pull with your rival Min Yoongi.

[emmalostinwonderland]

The year is over, my last gift fic is revealed, and it's finally time for a wrap up! For those who may not know me - hi, I'm Emma, I write primarily for FirstPrince (RWRB) but I also dabble in DinLuke (Star Wars) and a couple other fandoms. I write mostly AU fic with a splash of canonverse here and there, and I have been working on my skills with manips/moodboards. 2024 was a big year for me in fandom, so fair warning that this will be a long post.

In 2024 I posted 16 new works to Ao3:

1 WIP fic 2 Ficlet Friday compilations 7 alternate universe fics 4 pairings across 2 fandoms

My updated stats include:

66,414 Words 3,573 Kudos 33,624 Hits 823 Bookmarks 304 Subscriptions

I participated in 5 events this year:

never been so weak (never felt so incomplete) for @aroyallybigbangrwrb | E, FirstPrince, Punk Rock AU Corrupted, Beloved for @thebrownstone Summer Switcheroo | E, FirstPrince, Mafia AU my favorite set of stairs (is the one up to your room) for The Curio Cabinet RWRB RarePair Challenge hosted by @cactusdragon517 | T, Liam/Spencer, established relationship fluff devastate my personal space for @stardads Secret Santa | E, DinLuke, No66/Mand'alor Din AU Last but not least, my fic for the event I started with @thesleepyskipper this year: Call It Fate for @anywhere-with-you-event | T, FirstPrince, soulmate AU meet cute

And just for kicks, here's my top 3 fics of 2024 by hits:

Butterflies and Tummy Aches (WIP) | FirstPrince, RWRB E | 24.6k WC (7/9 chapters) | sense-sharing soulmate AU 4.9k hits, 237 kudos Don't You Dare Look Away | FirstPrince, RWRB E | 3.9k WC | Dancing With The Stars AU 4.4k hits, 414 kudos Doing It the French (Fry) Way | FirstPrince, RWRB E | 2.7k WC | meet-weird, mild food kink 4k hits, 593 kudos

Thank you to @suseagull5914, @tailsbeth-writes, and @thedramasummer for your tags. I'm putting an open tag on mine since it's already 2025 lol.

[lady-lostmind]

Proposal

for Stobin Month prompt: Lavender

Thank you @oh-stars for betaing this!

WC: 414 | Rating: G CW: Lavender marriage (proposal), Referenced homophobia

ao3 link

Steve reaches over and wipes the tears from under Robin’s eyes with his thumb. He hates seeing her like this. He brushes a piece of wispy hair off her forehead. 

“We should just get married.” 

Robin snorts and lets out a ragged laugh, grin pulling at the side of her mouth as she looks up at him, taking in the very serious look on his face. She scoffs. “You’re kidding.” 

Steve shakes his head and watches Robin’s face drop as he takes her hand. “It would just…make things easier.” 

Robin’s staring at him like he’s insane. 

“Just–” he sighs, “I don’t know, Robs. I hate seeing you struggle like this. I hate that everytime you come home from your parents you’re so defeated. I know you love them. But if you really don’t want to tell them and you want to keep seeing them, and the rest of your family, they aren’t just going to stop asking about your love life. Plus there was that job last month that you were pretty sure let you go because they were suspicious.” He rubs his thumb along her hand. “I hate that you have to hide away. I just– if we were married, then you wouldn’t have to worry about it as much.” 

Robin shakes her head. “Steve– I can’t do that to you. What if you meet the love of your life tomorrow? This wouldn’t just change everything for me. It would make things very complicated for you, too.” 

Steve shrugs. “I don’t care about that. And…maybe it’ll help me, too. I mean–” Steve sucks in a deep breath. “I might have my eye on someone already, actually.” 

Robin huffs out a laugh, nudging her knee against his. “You’re really going to tell me about your massive crush on Eddie two seconds after proposing to me, Steven?” 

Steve’s mouth drops open. “How did you know?” 

Robin rolls her eyes. “Please. I know how you flirt. And Eddie is not subtle.” 

An offended squawk leaves Steve’s throat. “I can’t believe you didn’t say anything to me!”

Robin squeezes his hand. “I knew you’d bring it up when you were ready to talk about it.” 

Steve grins at her and nods. They’re quiet for a while, playing with each other’s fingers before Robin looks up at him with big, questioning eyes. “But what would I wear to the wedding?” 

A big smile pulls across Steve’s face and he tugs her forward to squeeze her against his chest.

Stobin month prompt list by @lavenderstobins

[bradleysass]

point - @into-the-jeggyverse - wc: 414

James Potter had a lot of great ideas. Most of them were fun. Some of them were borderline reckless. A handful of them were absolute financial disasters waiting to happen.

Like the one he was proposing right now.

"James," Regulus began, voice carefully measured as he stared at his boyfriend sprawled across their couch, legs kicked over the armrest, an open laptop resting on his stomach. "We can't afford this."

James groaned theatrically, flopping one arm over his face. "You haven't even let me finish."

"Oh, I let you finish," Regulus said dryly, scrolling through their shared bank account on his phone. "You want to rent out an entire rooftop bar for your birthday."

"Not just any rooftop bar—"

"The one that costs more than our rent."

James had the decency to wince but powered through anyway. "I mean, yeah, but think about it, Reggie. City skyline. Good music. Everyone dressed up real nice. Me, standing in the center of it all, basking in the love and appreciation of my friends—"

Regulus pinched the bridge of his nose. "James. We can't even afford a full grocery trip right now without using coupons."

"Okay, you do make a point there," James admitted, closing his laptop. "But what's a birthday without a little extravagance?"

"A financially responsible day?" Regulus suggested, unimpressed. "You know, the kind where we don't drain our entire savings and then have to live off instant ramen for the rest of the month."

James groaned again, dramatically rolling off the couch and onto the floor. "So what do you suggest then? A quiet night in? Just us and some sad cake?"

Regulus pursed his lips, considering. "I was thinking we could do something at home. We can invite people over, make some food, play music—"

"Lame."

"Affordable."

James sighed, tilting his head back against the carpet. "Alright, fine. But only if you promise there’ll still be a cake. A real cake."

Regulus rolled his eyes. "I’ll even bake it myself."

That got James to perk up. "You baking? Now that's a rare treat. Alright, I’ll take it. But I want those ridiculous candles that make it impossible to blow out."

Regulus smirked. "Done."

James grinned, reaching for Regulus' hand and tugging him down onto the floor beside him. "You know, for someone who's constantly shooting down my plans, you always end up making them better."

Regulus huffed, pressing his palm against James' face to push him away. "That’s because your plans are ridiculous."

[jjungkookislife]

Kinktober Day 5

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟday 5: orgasm denial *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

♡ pairing: hoseok x f. reader

♡ genre: established relationship, smut [18+]

♡ summary: hoseok loves it when you beg for him

♡ wc: 414

♡ warnings: orgasm denial, oral sex, fingering, implied somnophilia, hair pulling

♡ date: October 19, 2023

Hoseok smirked between your legs. He pulled them off the side of his head with a chuckle. You’re soaking wet, dripping on the sheets.

“One more, baby?” Hoseok asks with a grin. He’d deny you three orgasms now, the last denial was a little too close but Hoseok knew all your tells so he was able to stop just before it hit.

“Fuck, please,” you whine as you wriggle your hips. His hands grip your thighs, his rings digging into your heated skin. You arch your back, near tears as you try to calm your panting. 

You were so close. You had felt the euphoria rushing through your veins before Hoseok pulled away from your cunt.

But you loved it. Loved the thrill of getting there, even when it was ripped away just for your boyfriend to build you back up with his talented tongue or fingers. He knew how to get you off, and could easily do it in his sleep if he so wanted to (and you) but the thrill was in taking it away.

A cocky smile lights up Hoseok’s face. “Should I let you come this time, love? Or do you want to see how long you can hold off?”

“Please, let me come! We can go for the record next time,” you moan when he sinks between your thighs, your legs thrown over his shoulders. Your hands grip his black hair, moaning when his tongue teases your clit.

His fingers tease your entrance, sinking in when he sucks your clit and you moan, trying to fuck his face. Hoseok curses, moaning when he tastes you on his tongue. He could easily stay right here all night, watching you squirm. Listening to your moans, and how sweet his name rolls off your tongue.

“Hoseok! Hobi!” you arch your back, his hair receiving a rough tug. You’re breathing has changed, your thighs tremble in his hand and your pussy clenches his fingers. 

You’re so worked up, you know you can’t hang on much longer and Hoseok fucks you through it with his tongue and fingers.

“That’s it, baby. Come for me,” Hoseok murmurs, diving right back in until you’re squeezing his head, coming on his tongue and writhing beneath him until you see stars when your eyes flutter shut.

“Fuck,” Hoseok curses when he looks at you laying boneless on the bed. He ignores the throbbing of his cock as you open your eyes slowly to smile at him.

“Your turn.”

kinktober masterlist

[stellarspecter]

STWG daily prompt 4/9/24: eclipse

pairing: stobin

wc: 414

(this is an au where steve is also vecna'd, and instead of max floating at the cemetery, it's him)

“Steve!” Robin rushed over and nearly bowled him over with a hug. He sank into it gratefully, feeling just as fragile as he had for weeks, but more vulnerable than ever before because now people knew. It was hard to deny that he had problems when almost everyone in the room had just seen him floating above the grave of one of the only good father figures in his life.

“Hey, Robbie,” he murmured into her shoulder, too tired to feign enthusiasm like he normally would.

She pulled back and looked him over with worried eyes. “Are you okay? We heard that you were floating but the music saved you, and thank god, but oh my god Steve if I knew that you were at risk I would have never gone to Pennsylvania! You should have told us! We can’t help you if we don’t know you’re hurting. I can’t help you.”

“Rob, Robs, calm down.” He shushed her, gathering her back up in his arms. “I’m okay now, I promise. I mean, apparently I’m joining Max in the Hunted By Vecna Club, but I swear I didn’t know. If I knew I would’ve told you.”

She sniffed. “No you wouldn’t.”

He smiled ruefully. “No, I wouldn’t.” They both laughed at that. What had he done to deserve someone who knew him so well? “But I’m telling you now, okay? And you saved me.”

“Because we figured it out about the music?”

“Yeah,” Steve answered, “But also because, well.” He paused the song in his Walkman and pulled out the tape to show her.

She gasped, tears finally falling as she looked back up at him. “Is this…?”

“Because of you,” Steve finished for her. “You saved me. Because when I listen to this, all I can think about is you. And that’s all I need to know that I don’t want to die.” His voice cracked embarrassingly on the last word, and he roughly wiped the tears off his face.

Robin put the tape back in and pressed play, making sure that the headphones were situated so that they could both hear. As the piano started, she wiped away the wetness on his cheek. “I love you, dingus.”

He held her even tighter and buried his face in her hair, inhaling the comforting scent of her strawberry shampoo. “I love you too, Robbie.”

They stood there, holding on to each other, and let the muppet-y vocals of Total Eclipse of the Heart play.

[underburningstars]

one of us is dead 9

(1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10,11,12,13,14,15,16,17,18,19,20,21,22,23,24,25,26,27,28,29,30,31)

for @jegulus-microfic prompt mist, wc 414, mention of past character death

Regulus starts feeling antsy being stuck in a room for too long. And he can’t just give up on finding Sirius and Barty and a way out of this place. He’ll fight this cursed sentient mansion if he has to. James decides to go with him because he was right. This place is an ever changing maze. They rarely enter the same room twice. Sometimes James can control the shift but gets exhausted after that so he doesn’t do it often. 

Regulus opens a window. He can see the sky and the crescent-shaped moon. But when he looks down all he can see is mist. It’s like they’re above the clouds. 

“What happens if I jump?” He asks James.

“You’ll be back inside the room faster than you can blink. And it’ll make you terribly nauseous. Not worth it.”

Regulus groans, “God, how did you survive this place for so long?”

James simply shrugs. “Do you want to sit down for a minute? Being stressed isn’t going to help.”

Regulus doesn’t want to sit down. But James is right. Being stressed isn’t going to help and he’s pretty tired. And the flow of time is pretty shrewd in this place so who knows how long has passed. 

The next room they enter looks like an office. “Is this your office?”

“Yes,” There is something strange in James’ voice but he forgets about it after James’ next question. “I have whiskey here. Do you want some?”

“Oh god, yes. I could really use some alcohol right now.”

While James is rummaging through the alcohol cabinet Regulus looks around the place. There are only a few pens and blank papers on the desk. But a diary under those papers catches his eye. It’s leather-bound and quite plain. But James’ name is engraved on it. He opens it and gently turns the old yellow papers. It’s not a personal diary, rather it seems like a journal. It has records of scientific experiments and names and uses of unique plants. But there is something weird about them.

“What’re you doing?” 

Regulus jumps at James’ voice. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have read this.”

“No, it’s fine. It’s a–by the time my parents got infected all the nearby doctors had already died. And I didn’t tell you this but I’m a scientist.”

“You tried to find a cure,” Regulus realises. 

“Yes,” James gives him a sad smile. “Obviously, it didn’t work.”

And here Regulus thought his heart couldn’t break any more.