#even if i did 1 drabble per day it would take me a month…. this was awfulnplannning on my part

[mandareeboo]

ok now im curious what your most petty thing is (regarding the dp post)

Oooh boy, here we go! Buckle up fuckers this is gonna be a longer one.

My senior year of high school, I took a creative writing class. Partially because I needed to fill the slot, mostly because I wanted to improve my writing (spoiler: I did not). Now, my high school was a three floor building- first was mostly gym, second was general, and the third was senior lockers and art classes. I spent a good chunk of my schedule senior year on the second and third floor, going between an art class to my earth science (I took that one entirely as filler, but also bc I like science) to my locker and so on.

Creative writing? Creative writing was in the fucking basement. Go to the first floor, go to a corner generally used for health and development classes, to another corner, follow a ramp and some stairs, and boom there it is kind of basement. (Side note but this teacher was REALLY into attendance and would get you in trouble if you were late which was really annoying since basically no other class was in that part of the building).

My creative writing teacher wasn't bad, per se. I've had worse teachers. I had an algebra teacher who delighted in making freshman girls cry and mocking them for it. I had a journalism teacher who would use her class time reporting how Hilary was secretly ill during the election. I had a history teacher say trans people weren't real to an openly gender nonconforming student (I didn't know them well enough to ask for specifics on their alignment, but they were using they/them at that point) and set up assignments just to mock students on the take they were told to make. It was more that she was uncreative and took it out on the kids doing creative writing.

She gave us two books to read. Basically “how I write” by published authors. I don’t remember the first one well enough and I donated it ages ago, but the second was Stephen King’s “On Writing”. It was 3/4′s personal stories about his life and 1/4′s “also write a bit every day”.  I mostly remember the first author bc she had those fake dreadlocks white people do when they destroy their hair and she gleefully told a story about making her son have a meltdown at a party or wedding or something bc he got overwhelmed and she wanted him to learn that “sometimes you don’t get what you want”. So. You know. Not much there.

She also instructed us to write in a journal every day, which she would check every few months or so. It had to be at least half a page. She would leave little comments in every one else’s journals when she checked them, but not mine- I realized pretty quickly she was a bit uncomfortable with LGBT+ content, so I made it my mission to make every journal drabble as gay as possible bc I was bored and she couldn’t mark them WRONG when she just stated we needed to write.

But it doesn’t end there! Through the entire class, we got exactly five writing projects. Stories that follow very specific guidelines that we would then read in front of the class, group proofread, and then have the teacher give final grades for. These things were approximately like a thousand words a piece, and I was writing out my 10,000 word “It Starts off Small” story in class when I got bored, so it wasn’t difficult. 

Our first project was a character going through a difficult decision. Or... something? I honestly forget the criteria. Anyway, I was HYPE. I’d had this idea for a long time now a human choosing between peaceful death or reincarnation, and this gave me the push to write it! I had a whole thing planned with death being a deer and reincarnation being a wolpertinger (bc reincarnation leads to many possibilities, ed boy, so a Frankenstein bunny made sense to me). Anyway I poured my heart and soul into this bastard and, bright eyed and bushy tailed, handed it in. My classmates all thought it was pretty good. Not to toot m’own horn, but there was some pretty bad ones going in, so I thought I’d get a solid B or something.

I got a D. I guess the struggle was too metaphorical, or it didn’t perfectly fit her criteria. I was devastated. Then I was mad. Bc I was a bored senior who thought they’d made something pretty decent for this completely optional class and her refusal to see that really hurt me at sixteen (I was always a year younger than my other classmates, so despite being a senior I didn’t turn eighteen until almost a year after graduation)

Well, fuck it, I decided. I’m going to parody the shit out of this class.

Our next project was a fantasy story. I was bitter and grumpy. The other fantasy stories read aloud were stuff like “yeah this dude fought a wizard and got a girl, then they went home and banged” (this was not hyperbole, he would’ve written and read the smut if allowed, I knew him personally) and “this girl that NO ONE UNDERSTOOD was called CRAZY but this S@!$ cheerleader who Stole Her Boyfriend so she killed them all” (fun fact: the girl who wrote that was my age and a sort of half-friend from middle school. She was a yaoi fangirl who didn’t mind lesbians as long as they, you know, didn’t FLIRT with her or something.) 

So I get up there. It’s the last day of presentations. And I present with a polite cheer. My story is about two magical shepherd type figures who are called Sister Brighten and Brother Dick as they chase down a werewolf who was drunk off his ass and accidentally bit someone else. They then revealed they were basically supernatural designated drivers for the whole town. I made Brighten mention that Dick’s name wasn’t even Richard. I titled it “His Favorite Brand is Grayhound”. It fit every single criteria. I got an A. I could tell she didn’t want to, because there was no comments or anything like everyone else’s, but she had to follow her own criteria.

Our third was a conjoined effort thing so I didn’t pull any fuckery there, but the fourth one was about common myths and spinning them into real or fake. One girl did the hook-handed door handle thing and the boyfriend ended up above his truck hanging (somehow???). I think someone did the age-old adage of a haunted wedding dress? I kind of read through those presentations. 

Now, I’m salty-salty at this point. I wasn’t expecting His Favorite Brand is Grayhound to get me a good grade. I half-assed a lot of it. I am in full Not Happy Teenager at this point. I grab a daddy long leg and settle in.

My fourth story of the year is “Paperskin.”

Paperskin is about a boy named Billy with the thinnest skin membrane ever. Just full on body horror. You could see his teeth behind his lips. Billy gets bored one day and wanders out of his house, tries to kick a soccer ball, and breaks a leg. As he’s laying in the grass a daddy long leg bites him- and his skin is so flimsy the fangs sink in and he dies. I’m actually still pretty proud of Paperskin. It’s a horrifying, Edgar Allen Poe of a monstrosity, but it made people squirm, which was the point. The teacher is clearly a bit unnerved at this point, but she gives me another A. 

I wrote a more “normal” story after that of a contentious objector forced to house kids going to see if any confirmed soldier deaths were any of their parents as my final one and I could feel her spite as she gave me a B.

So, yeah. That’s the story of when I tormented my creative writing teacher with The Gays and my weird ass sense of humor after she called one of my best works at that age a piece of shit.

 Here’s a google drive of these bad boys, because yes I do still have these things. I turned these fuckers in for grades, people.

#Ask #Anon #Question Mandar #Life #Humor #Writing #I was a good kid I swear #I didn't make much noise and I didn't argue much #It was just this one lady

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How to be a Heartbreaker ♡ Jeon Jungkook

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Genre: smut, fluff, a bit of crack

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: protected sex, emotionally unavailable Jungkook, bisexual JK (implied)

A/N: HELLO whoa I thought this would be longer but as always I procrastinated until the end, anyhow, I hope you like this, please let me know what you think! I’ll keep on working on the drabbles on my inbox, I hope you are doing okay and if you need anything as far as internet would let me help, I’m here for you! Please use a mask if you go out! Stay healthy!

Summary: Girls they like a little danger and I’ll get them falling for a stranger, a player singing ‘I love you’. At least… I think I do.

Rule No.1: You gotta have fun but when you’re done, you gotta be the first to run.

You catch some movement out of the corner of your eye just as you are about to enter your room after some minutes spent doing your late dorm routine as head of the student council, having to verify that the place is intact for the night; you turn around to see none other than Jeon Jungkook, verified bad boy of campus closing a door– that is most definitely not his– as silently as possible, dishevelled hair and barely buttoned-up shirt, jacket in hand, his doe eyes expand in surprise as you catch him with a mocking smirk on your face and hand on your hip, as if asking for an explanation.

“Uh-we were studying”

“Of course you were” you laugh as he fumbles with his buttons while he approaches you, close enough to let you catch a whiff of his cologne mixed with whoever it was his laid of the night “You know you can’t be here this late, Jungkook” 

He stares right back at you and glances down to your lips, caught in between your teeth from the obvious tension the scenario conveys, innocent  shocked face long gone and replaced with a look that you very much have the pleasure of knowing as he whispers against your mouth, “Let me make it up to you then”

His large hand caressed the inner part of your thigh and starts rising upwards just in time his lips swallow your surprised moan; fingers teasing your clothed clit, a chuckle reverberating in Jungkook’s chest as you groaned unamused, separating your mouth to breathe “Stop teasing, you asshole”

Your room door closed just as quick as it opened, Jungkook’s form pushing you against the wall as he continued to kiss you, lusted eyes and fast anxious fingers working each other’s clothes, although there wasn’t much on Jungkook to begin with “I’m gonna be in so much trouble if someone sees you walking out of my room”

“I’ll jump out the window then”

“Or you know, you could stay the night” you suggest, although deep down you know Jungkook just doesn’t do pillow talk, never have, never will, he had told you one day as he put his clothes back on before rushing out the door.

“I’ll jump out of the window” just as you are about to come back at him with how much stupider that sounds, his mouth encloses your nipple, tongue working it the way only he knows how to, shutting you up surely, at least until he inserts two digits inside you, pumping them roughly, touching all the right places, your right leg coming up to round his waist, both of your breaths hitched as you have to grip his shoulders to ground yourself to the force that he is fucking you with his fingers; Jungkook grabs your other leg to hoist you up against his warm skin, hands under your ass, yours still gripping him tightly, fear of letting him escape you one more time, though you know he will do after he is done with you.

You can feel the tip of his cock brushing against your folds from the position you are both in, his face lighting up in something you could pinpoint as fondness, if you didn’t know better than who Jungkook was, before he throws you on top of the bed, peppering your face and neck with kisses that only help to fuel the heat in the pit of your stomach– a very much Jungkook signature move, from what you can tell and have been able to witness firsthandedly so far.

Jungkook was very much the type of person to get down to business, all the while not being really vocal in bed–or out of bed, for that matter. He just really liked to keep to himself and make you enjoy the moment. At least that’s what you’ve heard from all the other girls that he had left hoping for a good morning text the day after, or seconds, for that matter. Jeon Jungkook also didn’t do seconds, unless it was you. But nobody has to know about that.

He pretends he couldn’t just flip you over himself as a teasing smile takes over his features from seeing you on top of him, placing a wet kiss under his jaw as you trailed kisses down his toned chest and abs before reaching for his already hard cock; taking it in your hand you gave it a few pumps before licking the tip teasingly while looking up at him, a gasp escaping past his lips, closed lids and subconsciously grinding up as you took all of his length in your mouth, tongue licking the veiny side and kitten licking the tip before letting him prod the back of your throat, his hand tangling in your hair to keep you there for a few seconds, relishing in the pleasure that he wasn’t quite aware he could be given “Wait, stop. I need to fuck you” 

You smile innocently at him before straddling him, him sitting up to kiss you senseless once again, tasting himself on your tongue only serving as a way to fuel him further, something inside him snapping at the sight of you all flushed and needy, skilled fingers confirming just how wet you had become just from blowing him.

Jungkook places a firm grip on your thigh and finally sinks into you once before retracting and teasing your folds with your own juices that lubricate his dick, taking his time to have you wriggling underneath him, begging him to go faster, harder. Which he gladly delivers. 

He fucks you as no other had before, not even himself. Hard, relentlessly, with a look of pure admiration on his eyes as he watches you squirm and moan in pleasure, which he would never admit to, but at the time it makes his heart fill with pride and even makes him want to spend the night over. But he knows he shouldn’t, so he hoists your leg up to his hip as he pistons even faster, deeper, harder on the new angle in an attempt to make him forget just how much you captivate him; the loudest moan he has ever gotten from you leaving your lips as he feels the need to keep hearing those, but his stamina is wearing off and he can feel his high approaching at the same time as your walls clench around him, legs shaking as he spills inside you–something that is reserved for you only, ever since this weird thing you two had going on began; which he knows is weird feeling his heart pump faster at the thought but it does anyway.

“Are you sleeping over?” you ask tiredly after he had cleaned both of you up and had tucked you into bed, barely keeping yourself awake, you already knew the answer but still gave it a shot.

“You know I don’t do that, Y/N. I’m not that type of guy” his shirt is dangling unbuttoned just the way you had encountered him earlier, this time, however, even more crumpled up, your eyelids close as he bends down to place a sweet kiss on your temple, still conscious enough to hear the door click on his way out.

Rule No.2: Don’t get attached to somebody you could lose

It wasn’t like Jungkook and you didn’t get along outside of your usual rendezvous; just that you tended not to gravitate to each other that much, you were pretty much all over the place being president of the student council and he was, well, all over the place but for less academic reasons. 

You being the goody two shoes that you were came convenient to him, you two would cross paths while he was hanging with his friends at the basketball court, and you would already be there doing some planning ahead for the next campus event, and yeah, so what if he wasn’t meant to talk to you after the first time you two had fucked, he kept repeating himself that the reason he was so into keeping himself on your good side was because you could get him out of trouble if the time came where he needed your assistance.

At first, when a few days had gone by and you weren’t bumping into each other, he didn’t think much of it, but by Friday during a massive student reunion, he could feel his heart thumping against his chest when instead of you stepping up to the podium, was the student council vice president, and your friend, Namjoon– whom which he will admit, he kinda had a crush on but that’s another story.

“You’re looking for someone, dude?” Hoseok appeared to his right, bright smile as usual, but thsi time with a teasing undertone he had been hoping to get away from

“Nah”

“Really? Cause I heard that Y/N-” Jugkook’s head has never snapped back so fast before at the mention of your name, his inner self mentally slapping him for being so obvious about it, except, no, he did not had a crush on you. You two just slept around. That's it. “Yahh, I thought you were meant to be a heartbreaker, JK”

“I am”

“Doesn’t look like it” the elder took a seat next to him “So, wanna hear about Y/N then? or I mean- if she’s just one more notch in your belt I guess you wouldn’t mind much”

“Yahh hyung, if you want to spill it, do” he had hoped his retort sounded more nonchalant to Heseok than in did to his own ears, either way he was sure he would never live it down.

“Well I don’t know where she is per se, but maybe you can as Namjoonie? I just know she was sick” his head began racing with thoughts. You two had become close over the months, there’s no use in denying it, but just exactly how weird would it be for him, a casual laid, to show up at your door? Plus, he wasn’t meant to do that, he was Jungkook, the campus bad boy that did ‘em and left ‘em, how damaged would his image be if people started talking? or your image? student council president sleeping around with a player? He couldn’t do that to you. Wait. Why is he even worried about you? Jungkook doesn’t care about other people, that brings too many problems. He doesn’t even know your out of campus adress, but he guesses he could ask Namjoon, then again, he kinda may or may not have a crush on the guy and somehow Jungkook makes all their interactions awkward as fuck, but it is not his fault! The guy just has these incredible thighs that he would like to be choked with, thank you very much.

“You’re zoning out again Jungkookie” he blinked a few times before looking back at Hoseok, bright, teasing smile still on his lips

“I’m fucked” he whispers before getting up from his current spot and dashes to the side of the auditorium where Namjoon is seated after giving an amazing speech– he’s sure of it, even though he didn’t hear a word.

Rule No.3: Wear your heart on your cheek 

“Jungkook?” you said as you opened the door of your apartment, confused as to why and exactly how would Jungkook know your address, it was no secret that as part of the student council you were given a dorm, which you used on an almost daily basis but sometimes you just had to clear your mind and stay out– Jungkook and you had only been together on said dorm room. “What are you doing here?”

“Oh- I’m- ah, I brought- um, food?” he brought his hand up for you to see the take out bag, his cheeks flushed accompanied his stammering statement, truly the cutest thing you had ever seen on him, cause sure, Jeon Jungkook on campus was hot as sin, but he didn’t do feelings, so seeing him all timid and offering you food, instead of his dick, was enough to give you whiplash.

“I don’t understand” you turned to him as you both worked on setting the table, the time filled with silence ever since he had come into your house “What’s all of this for?”

He turned your way and his heart started thumping against his chest wildly once again, his inner self actively screaming at him that this wasn’t his way of doing things, he was about to break one of the rules he had set up for himself, just how he did every time he saw you, perhaps he just couldn’t control the way he felt about you, Hoseok had been right all along, he either grew a pair and tried out the romance bullshit or he stopped seeing you all together, he went to your home on a mission, he just didn’t know which one yet.

“Namjoon hyung gave me your address, he mentioned you hadn’t been feeling well” 

You hummed in thought and Jungkook could feel his fight or flight instincts kick in, telling him to run as fast and far away from you as possible, there is no way he is doing this shit. He physically can’t just blurt out a ‘hey I think I like you, Y/N’ he might as well die.

The silence that took over the room tumbled on the verge of being awkward, were it not for the two of you eating what Jungkook brought over “Jungkook, what is this for you?” he turned to look at you, mouth still full with noodles as he did so, before choking on his food at the smallest of words leaving your mouth “us, I mean”

He cleared his throat thrice “Us?”

“Yeah”

“I don’t do feelings, Y/N” ther ewas currently a massive ‘abort mission’ sign on his mind, sure, you looked cute as fuck in sweats and loose shirt – which he kept imagining to be his own– but there was just no possible way that he is doing this. He is definitely not ready to leave his usual lifestyle, how could he have thought that he could stop sleeping around and just stay with you. How could he have thought to do that to you, dating him was probably the last thing you wanted, you were the complete opposite of him. Fuck. He’s zoning out again. Focus Jungkook. Focus. “Listen, Y/N, I’m- we’ve known each other for quite some time, right?”

“If, making out and fucking can count as quality time, yeah” you giggled at the way his cheeks started to flush bright red, new favourite activity: make Jungkook the bad boy blush.

“This is really hard for me, like, really��� he paused and closed his eyes, taking a sharp breath in “And I don’t even know what I’m thinking of, but I have come to the realisation that I like you a-and I don’t even know if you feel the same, man, I fucked up real big, we haven’t really talked, hell, we don’t even know each other and yeah, I’m stupid but I can’t help it anym-”

“Koo, you’re ranting”

His face flushed even further, if possible

“Sorry”

“You do that often?” you asked, looking for his sparkling doe eyes that were already looking back at you 

“Yeah, my friends say so”

“That’s cute”

Rule No.4: Kiss goodbye at the door and leave them wanting more.

“So we’ll hang out tomorrow?” you asked, body resting against your door frame as Jugkook stood tall in front of you, your hand coming up to fix his hair back in place, a smile tugging at both of your lips

“Yeah” he said before leaning in and capturing your lips on a teasing kiss, his teeth gently tugging at your lower lip, at which you pulled him into you to deepen the kiss, just the way you already know drives him crazy, his hands wrapping themselves on your waist, smiling against your lips before separating the two of you went he felt you getting a little too much eager “Yahh Y/N, let me take you out for dinner first”

“And you’re the one to talk” 

He pecked your lips one last time before turning away and seeing him disappear down the stairs, a whole zoo on your stomach, heart racing inside his chest. That was easier than he initially thought it would be. He’ll keep you falling for a stranger, saying ‘I love you’, at least, he thinks he does. 

#bts imagine #bts smut #bangtanarmynet #networkbangtan #jungkook imagine #jungkook smut #jungkook fanfic #jungkook scenarios #jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook smut #jeon jungkook imagine #bts scenarios #bts x reader

[kirishimaswife2819]

1k Follower Event - Closed

↠Author’s Note: Okay, so I just hit 1k this morning and I’m literally so happy, thank you so much! Anyway, so I couldn’t decide what to do and eventually I decided to do this event where you just pick a prompt/prompts and then a character, so I hope that’s fine. Have a great day/night! :) -Danielle <3

↠Rules/General Information:

All the rules listed in my request information post regarding what content I’m comfortable writing also apply here (as well as what characters I will write for)

To request for this event please either send me an ask, or a message with the numbers (up to three per request but you can send as many requests as you want) of the prompts you want to be included (if you want, you can also provide a brief little story line, if you had something specific in mind)

These will just probably just be 100-1k word little drabbles, so keep that in mind

I will be accepting request for this up until April 1st, 2021, anything sent after that date, I will most likely reject (If you see this after the date above, you can send it in as a regular request but it will take a while considering my large list of requests that need to be done)

This is a mix of fluffy/angsty prompts, so keep that in mind, I didn’t feel like separating them into different categories

Please also list if you want it to be fluffy or angsty because some of these could be used either way (e.g. number 16.“You don’t love me anymore.”, they could either be being a pouty brat or they could be being serious)

↠Additional Notes:

*name* is either a characters name or your name, depending on what direction either you or I decide to make the prompt go in

I thought up most of these myself, some I may have heard somewhere and just forgotten where (If you want to use these for your blog, then go ahead)

I’ll be posting them in whatever order I want to, since they don’t take that long, so the wait shouldn’t be too long either way 

Below the prompt list is a masterlist for this event and anything with a line through it and no link has been requested and I just haven’t gotten to it yet

Also all posts regarding this event will be labeled with the tag: “ kw2819s.1k.event “

Prompt List:

“Be careful, you could have gotten yourself hurt.”

“Is that my hoodie?”

“Did you just call yourself ugly?”

“You’ve been reading too many romance novels.”

“I’m so proud of you, baby, good job.”

“Are you blushing?”

“I lost my number, can I have yours?”

“Wait, why aren’t you wearing the necklace I gave you? You always wear it.”

“You’re an idiot.” “But I’m your idiot.”

“Why are you freaking out? I’m sure it’s just a little spid- HOLY SHIT THAT THING IS HUGE.”

“Please, you can’t even keep a plant alive. Let alone, a pet.”

“Wait, you actually remembered my birthday?”

“Would a hug help?”

“Did you get a new perfume/cologne?”

“Will you marry me?” “*name*, that’s a ring pop.”

“You don’t love me anymore.” 

“I can’t go to sleep yet, I need to finish this paper.”

“I think I ate too many cupcakes.”

“You want me to wear what?”

“Ow! What was that for!?”

“What does that even- oh, whatever, it’s too early for this. I’m going back to bed.”

“*name*, why is there a tiger in the kitchen?”

“This class makes me want to murder people.”

“What do they have that I don’t?”

“Wait, is that my hero merch?”

“We don’t work, we never have, and we never will.”

“We can’t just ignore what happened last night.”

“Because I have a crush on you, I have for months now.”

“Please stay.”

“I didn’t come back for you.”

“Do you see a future with me?”

“Why are you so warm?”

“I swear to god *name*, if that’s another dog/cat, I’m going to kill you.”

“Please tell me that you’re joking.”

“Maybe if we cuddle enough then our problems will disappear.” “I don’t think that’s how that works.” “It isn’t but we’re going to pretend like it is.”

“You could completely ruin my entire life and I would still love you just as much as I do now.”

“Why do you look cute when you’re mad? That’s not how that’s supposed to work, at all.”

“In my defense, you left me unsupervised.”

“This is why we can’t have nice things.”

“Does this mean that you missed me?”

“Add cat litter to the shopping list.” “We don’t have a cat.” “....good news, I got us a cat.”

“Are you cold? Do you want my jacket?”

“If I asked you to make a list of things that you loved, where would I fall on the list?” “You’d be number one.” “And where would you fall?” “I wouldn’t be on the list.”

“Pay attention to me.”

“Hey, *name*, do you- is that a cardboard cutout of me?”

“Don’t worry, it’ll all be okay.”

“I know you’re upset with me but I had a really bad day. So, could I maybe get a kiss?”

“Nope, I’m not talking to you until you admit that I’m better than your celebrity crush.”

“Loving me is a bad choice. I would recommend that you ignore any feelings you have for me and go and find somebody better.”

“Do you think that we can stay like this forever?”

Event Masterlist

↠Katsuki Bakugou with Prompt 49

↠Katsuki Bakugou with Prompt 48

↠Katsuki Bakugou with Prompts 28 & 29

↠Katsuki Bakugou with Prompts 27 and 49

↠Izuku Midoriya with Prompts 36 and 43

↠Katsuki Bakugou with Prompt 8

↠Eijiro Kirishima with Prompts 25 and 45

↠Katsuki Bakugou with Prompts 26 and 34

↠Katsuki Bakugou with Prompts 10 and 11

↠Mina Ashido with Prompts 3, 43, and 49 (Fem!Reader)

↠Izuku Midoriya with Prompt 5

↠Katsuki Bakugou with Prompt 38

↠Katsuki Bakugou with Prompts 2 and 6

↠Eijiro Kirishima with Prompt 35

↠Denki Kaminari with Prompt 9

↠Denki Kaminari with Prompt 3 

↠Katsuki Bakugou with Prompts 14 and 32

↠Katsuki Bakugou with Prompts 1, 40, and 47

↠Shoto Todoroki with Prompts 12, 17, and 50

↠Denki Kaminari with Prompts 5 and 6

↠Shoto Todoroki with Prompts 4,6, and 50

↠Eijiro Kirishima with Prompts 13, 24, and 42

↠Eijiro Kirishima with Prompts 15, 31, and 44

↠Eijiro Kirishima with Prompts 19 and 37

↠Denki Kaminari with Prompts 15 and 28

↠Eijiro Kirishima with Prompts 6, 12, and 18

↠Eijiro Kirishima with Prompts 6 and 25

↠Eijiro Kirishima with Prompt 10

↠Denki Kaminari with Prompts 2 and 32

↠Katsuki Bakugou with Prompts 16, 29, and 31

↠Eijiro Kirishima with Prompts 8, 37, and 38

#kw2819s.1k.event #mha #bnha #bnha x reader #mha x reader #mha drabbles #bnha drabbles #event #1k event #1k followers #1k #requests #mha requests #bnha requests #prompt list

[curly-bangtan]

Heatwave Drabble #1: That Night in Mykonos

[Heatwave // Godless] [Drabble Masterlist]

Pairing: Taehyung x reader

Summary: That one not-so-forgotten filthy drunken night in Mykonos that you and Taehyung never speak about again. For good reason.

Genre: drabble, smut

Warnings: unprotected sex (don’t do it), beach sex, oral (m/f), taehyung’s tongue technology, dom!Tae, daddy kink, exhibitionism kink, facial (lol oop), cumplay, spanking, degradation if you count slapping your face with his dick, may make you fall in love with this couple even more soz

Word count: 6k (why am i incapable of making even a drabble short and quick?)

A/N: As per highly requested… :) If you’ve randomly stumbled upon this, definitely read Heatwave first to understand the plot.

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The gentle washing of the waves sings a lullaby to your ears. You have always loved the sound of the ocean, so serene, yet holding so much power. Wiggling your toes, you watch the minute grains of sand trickle off your feet like a waterfall. Nonchalant, you take a swig of cider, its fruity acidity burning a bittersweet trail down your throat.

‘Man, I fucking love Mykonos.’ Taehyung slurs beside you, tipsy from his fourth bottle of beer he’s clutching like a trophy.

‘Thank you again for bringing me here, Taehyung.’

The two of you are sat on a towel by the beach, watching the moon paint its own reflection in the water. Sky crystal clear, as it is every single night here in Greece, the constellations hanging over your heads set a tranquil tone to the last evening of your trip.

‘Hey, what did I say? Stop thanking me. Now you have to finish your drink.’ Playfully, he flicks the tip of your nose in reprimand.

Grinning, you roll your eyes but follow his stupid rule. Not that you can’t hold your liquor, but this is your seventh drink, and you’re starting to feel it pulsating up to your head.

‘No, but you were right.’ Words tumble out of his pretty lips that you can’t help but admire. ‘It was a good call not to go out tonight. If we actually went hard at VOID, our flight tomorrow would be hell.’ He is referring to the club you have been religiously visiting almost every night this week. ‘This is much better. Nice and chill.’

With a mighty sigh, he falls onto his back, head hitting the edge of the towel, narrowly missing sand invasion in his hair. Rolling your empty bottle away, you join beside him.

‘This has to be the weirdest but also best holiday of my life.’ You ruminate. The stars are shining particularly bright tonight, you wonder if they know it’s your last night here and want to bid farewell.

The chesty chuckle Taehyung lets out reverberates into you. ‘Definitely the weirdest.’ He turns his head to face you. ‘I can’t believe I’m in Mykonos with this random chick I met in the club, who offered to rent me her place, so I guess she’s now my roommate, when this whole trip was planned to be a surprise for my girlfriend who had been cheating on me for months.’

Taehyung is especially chatty and vivacious when drunk, you’ve noticed from the past few days. Normally he’s laid back, spaced out even. But give him some booze, and all his emotions and thoughts cartwheel out of him. Though you’re only beginning to know him, he’s immensely interesting, you can tell he holds so many layers to him that requires inquisition over time.

‘Wow, random chick from the club? Bitch, you ripped out my hair.’ You laugh and smack at his chest, hand lingering for a little too long.

Wait, chest smack? Why are you using your classic move on him?

You’re a flirt, you can’t help it. The cider’s doing its thing, you guess.

‘Man, I’m so sorry about that, you have no idea how awful I felt.’ He inches closer to you until his head is rested upon your shoulder. Right, he’s also especially touchy when drunk. Anyone who walks past right now could mistaken you as close friends, when in reality, you’ve known each other no more than a month.

To be completely fair, you have spent everyday of this said month together since that club night, helping him move in and unpack, and now travelling together. You guess you’re kind of friends now.

‘These past few weeks have been so crazy. I was just trying to have a good night out when a wild Kim Taehyung appeared and somersaulted into my life. And now we’re lying by the Mediterrenean sea together, tanned and drunk.’ His hair is tickling your neck so you push it away. Your fingers brush against his forehead and he hums at the contact.

‘But hey, on a serious note, hand on heart,’ Taehyung gazes up at you, ‘I’m so glad I got to do this with you. You are one of the coolest people I know, and I wouldn’t have wanted to come here with anyone else. Not like I have anyone else right now… My ex can go fuck herself, or fuck Jimin. I have a bigger dick anyway.’

You sit up, choking on your laughter. Out of the blue, he’ll always hit you with these one-liners that are absolutely pure gold. ‘Okay, Mr. I’ve-Fucked-Nine-Girls-This-Week.’

Pride beaming from his smile, he tugs you back down beside him. ‘Hey, I was in a relationship for three years, I need this. Miss I-Had-A-Threesome-With-Two-Guys-On-Our-First-Night.’

The two of you splutter your drunken giggles. The two guys were Italian, come on, how could you have passed up on the opportunity?

Despite the time of evening, the breezes that gust pass are humid. The temperature is perfect, actually, no sun blazing down to melt you into puddles. You’re probably too drunk to appreciate this moment but one day you’ll look back at this night cherishingly, you hope.

‘You’re right. I’m glad I came with you, Taehyung.’ It’s your turn to look at him. ‘I’ll get such an earful from Lotta when I get back but it’s all worth it. I can’t believe we got away with half of the things that we did!’

‘I know right?’ His arm feels particularly warm against you. It may be the alcohol working its magic but his voice sounds so deep and mellow tonight, like dark chocolate dissolving in your mouth. ‘The way they upgraded our room to a premium when we pretended to be a couple on our honeymoon.’

The memory is fuzzy but fond in your inebriated mind. ‘You’re welcome. I’m a master bullshitter.’

‘We even got that couple’s spa treatment and free wine and dine night.’

To be completely honest, it wasn’t difficult pretending to be loved up newly-weds. A lot of that affection you were displaying towards Taehyung wasn’t fake; he’s this perfect specimen of a man, gorgeous face, toned body, captivating personality, quirky humour - anyone’s dream boyfriend, really. You’ve tried to tone your attraction to him down, you can’t be lusting over your new roommate after all. Things would get too messy. But it was just for fun anyway, there’s no harm in a few pretend embraces and neck kisses to get those couple’s perks.

You’re just friends.

Though a part of you envies the nine girls he’s slept with this holiday, because you’ve seen the outline of his bulge in his swim trunks and Holy Shit… But as much as you like to fuck around, there’s a clear line that separates roommates and guys you bang. Those are two mutually exclusive groups of people in your life, the Venn Diagram does not intersect.

‘Hey, you wanna go for one last swim?’ You’re pulled from your thoughts by Taehyung’s suggestion.

It’s a bad idea, swimming this late at night, having downed a few bottles. But when has your inner conscience ever stopped you from doing what you want?

‘’Course.’ He is already removing his shirt as he stands, and you can all but ogle at the muscle of his moonlit back as you reply.

Following his action, you turn away from him and peel off your shorts that have stuck to your skin from sitting for so long. Are you perhaps trying to tempt him with the view of your bent over ass? Hmm, possibly… He does pay an awful lot of attention to your rear every time you wear these shorts... Carelessly flinging your top onto the rest of your things, you spy him staring at you in your periphery, hands stuffed into his shorts pockets. You adjust the pad of your bikini top, perhaps more dramatic than you needed to.

A smirk plays at your mouth. Why are you trying to get his attention?

Feet sinking into the soft sand, you pad after him towards the calm beckoning water. Your head is feeling hazy from the ciders, and when you spot the lazy smile he’s wearing, you know it’s hitting him too. Gazing up at the moon, you realise you feel blue. Not blue in a sad melancholic sense. But blue as in cool, relaxed, heart-at-peace blue; you’re going for one last night swim in the most beautiful country with your handsome new roommate, blue. A hint of romantic lyricism. Maybe.

‘I’m really gonna mis- Taehyung!’ You screech into the quiet night when he all of a sudden picks you up and carries you bridal-style into the sea.

And tosses you into the water.

Arms flailing midair, you’re catapulted into the waves like a pebble. The cold hits your curled spine first, harsh and shocking. Then it detonates within you, a volcano of ice numbing all your senses and aching your bones.

When you find your bearings and gasp up for air, you see him, ocean up to his knees, head whipped back in laughter, clutching his tensing core, eyes pinched into crescents as the most warming sound leaves his mouth.

‘You piece of shit!’ You lunge for him, but your limbs feel heavy in the water, restricting the power of your attack that he dodges so effortlessly.

But you don’t give up so easily. Tide washing you towards him, you launch yourself again, saltine droplets splattering all over his face. Resigning, Taehyung lets you drag him by the hand away from the shore, waddling clumsily against the stubborn current that’s determined to push you back to the beach.

‘Dick and balls, it’s freezing.’ He heaves.

‘Wuss. You’re not the one who got dunked.’ The chill is licking at your skin, seeping into your hair that splays out in floating silk tendrils. You’ve stopped walking on the sand now, instead spreading onto your front and allowing your swimming arms and paddling legs to move you.

Water up to his chest, you see the goosebumps rise on his blue-bronze unsullied skin, star-freckled sea reflecting wavering diamond silhouettes onto his chiseled front. Following the defined protrusion of his salient collarbones, then the sleek inward curve of his neck, your gaze arrives at his face. His strong brow never fails to strike you; tongue loitering out between his folded lips; brown tufts of salt-kissed, breeze-licked hair a mess but a masterpiece still. Eyes painted with a warm summer glimmer, sapphire and still, he observes you from where he stands.

The fluttering in your heart is now indistinguishable from your shivering due to the wet cold.

‘Come on, let’s swim out a bit further.’ He nods to the open ocean, refusing to spare you from his pinning stare.

Body heavy from the alcohol, the cold and simply your lethargism, you dive below the surface. With your water-blurred vision, you swim after his slow walking legs, bubbles you release tickling your face. You grapple onto his ankle, hear his muffled yelp and stifle a mischievous giggle.

Launching off the sand bed, you lurch up to the surface, inhaling sharply at your first breath of air. You push your hair back to see Taehyung regard you with a mystical expression.

‘It’s too deep here,’ you whine, ‘I can’t touch the floor.’ Not particularly athletic, treading water in order to stay afloat is wearing you down.

‘Hold on to me then, midget.’ He chuckles and holds out his hand which you quickly grab onto. With the stability he provides, you pull yourself up his arm like a buoy line and perch your elbow on his shoulder.

Which draws you unexpectedly close to his face. Nose mere inches from his chin. You smell his familiar honey musk.

Unfazed by your proximity, his arm circles behind you before landing one your waist, the warmth of his touch blooming like flowers on your skin. Why does his hand feel so nice on you? Why can’t you stop staring at him?

‘Better?’ Vibrations of his throat hum into your core.

‘Thanks.’ Your poise on his shoulder is sliding so you snake your arm around his neck, hoisting your body up against his. The contact snaps a cord inside you, sensation of him tingling everywhere you touch.

‘You’re such a little princess.’ He rolls his eyes theatrically in feign mockery, but his smirk betrays his mirth.

‘Shut up, you love it.’ This playful banter weighs heavy in your chest, constricting it, winding it. Because if it were anybody else, it would be flirting... Or maybe you are flirting with him right now. You’re not sure anymore.

A droplet of water is trickling along the edge of his jaw, your focus is transfixed at its smooth descent to his chin. Your bodies are bobbing with the calm waves, up, down, up, down. Then your eyes lock and-

Fuck.

You want him.

You really fucking want him.

Right now.

Right here.

Taehyung’s glare sears a mark in you, and it’s burning like the flames of hell all the way down to your sex. With the side of his finger, he doesn’t need to so much as touch you to tip your head up his way because that’s how willing you are. One tilt, that’s all it takes to kiss him right now. His fingers are sinking into your tender waist, and immediately you wonder how they must feel inside you.

‘I do love it.’ He slides his cheek against yours and traces the bridge of your nose with the tip of his.

And then.

You taste the sea on his lips, salt and cold. It feels like diving into the ocean, plunging into the deep blue and simply allowing your body to be swept away. His kiss is greedy, hungry, willing you to submit to him and follow his lead. And in your intoxicated state, you do so.

Legs wrapping around his torso in the water, his hands caress up your thighs to your ass, digging into your plump flesh with an ardour that releases a damp arousal from your slit. Your own fingers grope down his chest and toy with his hair, scratching and tugging. When he nibbles on your bottom lip and you know that you’re done for. You melt like putty in his control, meeting his tongue with a soft obedience you don’t normally exert.

‘Taehyung.’ You gasp into his mouth.

‘I’m all yours tonight, baby.’ is all he says before diving back into you. Those words sends the possessive animal in your mind wild with satisfaction. Because yes, he better fucking be all yours tonight.

Kissing Taehyung feels different. Perhaps it’s because of the build up of tension you have been harbouring these past few days. Or maybe it’s the thrill of knowing that you shouldn’t be doing this, the thrill of doing the forbidden. Or rather, it’s the way he wields his dominance over you so ferally and fervently, like he’s been waiting for as long as you have to do this.

Kissing Taehyung is teeth and tongue.

Kissing Taehyung is salt and the midnight breeze.

Kissing Taehyung is blue. The kind of blue you see only in the hottest of flames.

When you feel his stiff length poke underneath you, your cunt is set ablaze with desire. Desire to sink down onto him this instant and have him pound into you amidst the ocean until you both feel faint. Desire for him to break you in half with all his might, make your eyes water with from the pleasure he stabs into you.

Slowly he begins to walk you back to the shore, gripping your legs around his waist as you lock your arms around his neck. Lips never leaving each other longer than a second to breathe.

His ravenous mouth travels down to your breasts, and he doesn’t hesitate to devour them from your bathing suit, suckling angry red marks down your cleavage and around your nipples. Though clothed, the prominence of his cock burrows between your wide open entrance, rubbing against your bikini-clad clit and making you thrust your hips further into him.

Feverish from his touch, you don’t realise you’re on land until he gently falls onto his knees and carefully places you on the towels below him. Too drunk to even care if anyone else is on the beach, not that there was before you got in the water, you pull him by the neck onto you.

As he kisses a torching trail down your wet body, your mind is somewhere else, in a heaven that worships Taehyung. Hands kneading your exposed breasts, the wisp of his breath tingles down your navel, tying a knot in your core. With his teeth, he obscenely tugs loose the string that ties your bikini bottom together. The fabric falls loose lifelessly, revealing your soaking cunt, shimmering with want for him.

‘So wet.’ He muses as he kisses your pelvic bone, finger stroking up your slick to gather the liquid of your arousal. Then he prods his finger into your mouth, your tongue compliantly lapping up your own taste, salty from the sea. ‘Who made you this wet?’

‘You.’ You’re practically pleading as he sucks viciously at your inner thigh, so close to your weeping pussy.

‘I want you to call me daddy.’

You stiffen under him. Daddy. He wants you to call him daddy. Oh, but of course Taehyung has a daddy kink. It’s so ridiculously characteristic now that he has revealed it, that if you aren’t drunk, you would be rolling your eyes and laughing.

‘Fine, daddy.’ There’s an undertone of travesty to your reply. Whether he notices, he doesn’t show as he kisses closer and closer to your slit.

At the first contact of his lips to your clit, your hips buckle upwards and fingers fly to entangle his hair. Sucking harshly on your sensitive bud, all you’re capable of is squirming and writhing underneath him like a possessed body. The sensation of his mouth sucking on your succulence sends a shot of ecstasy down your quaking legs. Your head feels dizzy.

‘Fuck!’ You whine.

‘You like that, baby?’ When he looks up at you, wet smirk on his lips breathing hot air into your cunt, a coil winds in your stomach.

‘Yes, daddy.’ Your grip on his hair tightens.

Then he’s gorging you like a feast, tongue fluttering on your swollen bundle of nerves, your kryptonite, teeth scraping along your folds seductively. After several licks of your entrance, he pushes not one, but two digits into your cunt. They ease in, lubricated by your moist walls that welcome the pressure of his intrusion into you like the open sea. He draws wide circles inside you, and it feels like your innards are being stirred to perfection by a metal rod. In the meantime, his assault on your clit does not falter, rhythmically hitting his tongue against you, allowing the vibrations of his humming to penetrate your core.

Looking down, this is simply the most beautiful sight you’ve ever witnessed. Taehyung, eyes glimpsing up at you hungrily, face buried nose-deep in your pussy, hands gripping under your thighs that are rested on his shoulders, all the while the moon shines its ethereal glow onto you and the iridescent ocean in the background plays a symphony harmonious to your moans and his filthy slurps.

Suddenly, an explosion of pleasure arrives at your clit. ‘Oh, fuck yes!’ You screech, throat raw from the pure elation that washes over you. The throbbing in your cunt releases at his continuous friction, pulsating so wildly you think you will burst. His fingers pump out your high as he sucks one last time, long and hard, on your beating clit. ‘Ah… Oh my god… Taehyung…’

Finally he emerges from between your legs to breathe. You watch as your fluid dribble down his chin lewdly, your thumb swipes to catch the wetness.

‘How was that?’ Untangling his arms from your legs, he walks up on his elbows to meet your lips in a tender kiss.

‘Mind-blowing.’ You utter against his mouth, eyes rolling to the back of your head for dramatic effect. ‘Let’s continue back in our room.’ Quickly you do up your bikini, impatient for more.

Without needing another word, Taehyung sweeps you into his arms, gathers all your belongings and hastily carries you back to your hotel located just a minute away from the beach. Although, it takes much longer than a minute for you to arrive seeing as multiple detours are made along the way, fondling behind a tree, kissing in the elevator and missing your floor.

And when you’re finally in the confines of your room, he pins you to the closed door, not even bothering to switch on the lights, lips latched onto your magnetising neck. Your wrists trapped in his grip against the hard wood, you ache to touch him as his teeth find your earlobe. Nipping at your soft round flesh, a pleasant shock is sent down your spine at the twinge of pain.

‘Daddy…’ You sigh.

He pulls away to stare into your beseeching eyes. ‘What do you want daddy to do to you?’ His voice is a low grumble of dominance, digging its talons into your brain.

‘I want… I want you to fuck me until I cry.’ In the dark of the room, your attention flickers to the moonlit terrace outside. ‘Right on that balcony over there.’

Something in his obsidian eyes ignite at your suggestion. Zealous with lust, he brings you through the glass door that opens to the fresh night. ‘You want me to fuck you right here, baby? For everyone to see?’

Danger lurking one kiss away, you sense the precarious position his sanity is at. So you reach down and grab his hard member over his shorts, and tip his mind to a carnal frenzy.

‘Yes please, daddy.’ The name is the last straw for him. His breath hitches as you tug down his pants and allow his enormous cock to spring free.

Spinning you around roughly, he bends you over onto the rail of the balcony and strips off your swimsuit in one deft gesture. From here, you have an unobstructed view of the coast, lined by bustling bars and closing restaurants. The neighbouring terraces are a metre away, if anyone walks out now, they would horrifically witness Taehyung’s gargantuan length about to drill into you from behind.

Your heart is pounding in excitement of the risk as well as the anticipation of his cock. Not being able to see him, he can thrust into you any moment now, he must be revelling in such control he holds.

Then you feel it, his large round tip pressing against your entrance curiously. Your legs shake expectantly while fresh arousal leaks out of you, mixing with his precum he’s pressing into you. ‘Beg one more time for me.’

Taehyung and his motherfucking ego.

‘Please, daddy.’ Allowing the words to drag out on your tongue, you twist your neck to look at him with wide pleading eyes. He looks like a king, towering over you with this much assertion, relishing in the power he holds above you in this very moment.

‘Good girl.’

Hands holding your hips in place, he slams his tremendous member into your gaping cunt in one forceful plunge. You can’t help but cry out at the sheer stretch of your walls he’s spanning. Holy fuck, he’s so big he makes it feels like your first time.

All you feel at first is an incredible cinching of your core, the ache of him impaling his rigid shaft through the resisting pressure of your vagina. God, is he fucking massive. He seems to know it as well because he gives you a second to adjust to his size, palm scaling smoothly up the hill of your back to gather your hair in his hand like a rein. Then he is pummelling into you, hips slapping against your bottom, ringing such vulgar sounds in your ears. His cock, hard as if carved from marble, piercing through the pain and moulding a thing of sweet sweet pleasure inside you. You grip the rail so tight its edge gouges marks into your skin, your head hung low between your tense arms.

‘Fu-u-u-uckk-k-k-’ He fucks those syllables out of you one by one. At this angle, his cock is curving up the wrong way into you, jabbing at pockets that normally aren’t reached.

A part of your soul is no longer with you, propelled elsewhere by his ceaseless merciless attack on your cunt. Then comes the sting of his palm when he spanks a searing hot mark into your ass cheek. The sharp pain is refreshing alongside the dull ache behind the euphoric throb he is penetrating into you.

‘This fucking ass of yours, baby. Been driving me nuts in those shorts all week.’ Another slap echoes in your ears, and you welcome it by curving your back more to tip your tush higher for him.

‘Daddy, you fuck me so good.’ Playing along with this narrative he’s into, you egg him on further, stroking his ego as your walls are stroking his dick. Because, damn, he is fucking you so good. Pounding into you with such vigour and violence that your folds are beginning to sting.

You’ve reached a point now where you’re no longer intoxicated by alcohol, but more the addictive fumes of him.

Moans that fall from his lips tingle at your clit, which you start to play with to add to your stimulation. Another smack on your ass, this time so surprising that you scream out. ‘Yes, be loud for me. Let everyone hear how good I make you feel.’ He coaxes.

Taehyung begins to slow, which you know is a sign that he’s close but doesn’t want to blow his load yet. He bends over you, your hair still tied around his wrist, and nips at the shell of your ear. You’ve never known your ear to be such an erogenous zone, for when his tongue flickers at your inner shell, a shudder convulses through you. Leaving slobbery kisses down the curve of your shoulder, he slowly pulls out of you.

‘Finish on the bed?’ As Taehyung embraces you from behind, his strong arm comes under your cold lonely breasts that perk up at his attention, his dripping wet cock sitting between your red ass cheeks. The hum of his deep rasp on your neck sends your head lolling back onto his sweat-dotted chest.

‘Sure.’ What leaves you is a mere huff, you can’t even conjure your voice.

His lips seal yours as he walks you back into the room, leaving the glass door open for the night breeze to grace you. Amidst the savage sex, you treasure such a soft, delicate moment on your tongue, delighting in the way the tips of his fingers trace up your side. When his hand slithers up to your face, you melt into the warm flesh of his palm, mouth opening up for him to unfurl into.

Then the back of your knees hit the bed, and you know it’s about to begin again. Without breaking the union of your lips, you clamber onto the sheets with his frame hovering over you. Grappling on his neck, you drag Taehyung atop you as your head sinks down onto the plush of the pillow.

He sucks on your plump bottom lip one last time before pulling away. Fluid still profusely oozing out of the slit of his tip, telltale of his concupiscence, he perches between your legs. ‘How do you want it, baby?’ His tone endearing, yet eyes deadly dangerous.

Impatient for him to fill you to the brim again, you lift your both legs up for him to grab and place onto his shoulders. ‘Like this please, daddy.’

That’s all you have to say for him to grunt okay and push deep into you, knees digging into the mattress like lampposts. In this position, his cock reaches your cervix without hindrance, his swollen head slamming into your end every thrust he gives. It’s a different type of ache this time, more acutely targeted at the one sensitive spot inside you. As he continues you thrust into you, bollocks swinging at your ass, a build up of sensitivity gathers at your core.

You feel it approaching, that imminent contortion of your cunt, looming over you, on the brink of toppling your senses.

‘Keep going.’ You whimper, the filthy feeling of his prick hammering so fast into you enough to bring tears to your eyes. You try to keep them open, watch his tongue poke out in concentration as he watches your body quiver under his. But the intensity of his fucking is truly too overwhelming that a single droplet leaks out and flow down your temple.

‘I’m so close.’ Taehyung heaves, pecking the bone of your ankle. Something ruptures within him, his sanity, humanity, and suddenly with an even more arduous determination he drives into your walls like a crazed beast. Sole purpose now to reach the climax awaiting him, he spreads your legs open wide before him and rabidly plunges his twitching prick.

And for the second and third time this night, your orgasm hits you, one immediately followed by the other. ‘Taehyung, I’m-’ You’re a crying thrashing body beneath him, the ecstatic pleasure obliterating your mind into ruins as your cunt erupts. The string of profanities that leave you sound incoherent to your own hearing.

You won’t be able to walk straight tomorrow, you’re sure of it.

Taehyung watches you break on his cock, walls tightening impossibly around him, until only a husk of your being remains.

‘Holy shit, I’m gonna come.’ Frantic with excitement, his hips move sloppily. ‘Where should I come?’

‘All over my face? In my mouth?’ Cupping your breast, you gaze up at him with salacious eyes.

‘Oh my fuck- Yes.’

Yanking himself out, a string of your own release threaded at his tip, he slides himself up the bed until his knees are on either side of your head. Pornographically he slaps his hot length on your cheek several times as you roll out your tongue for him. ‘You like that? You like my dick on your face?’

‘Hmmm.’ You engulf his seeping tip in your ready mouth while he jerks himself off with a teenage boy’s zest, his knuckles hitting at the underside of your chin.

Eager to coax his orgasm, you lick fervently at his sensitive head, right on the patch of skin around his slit that drives every man insane.

‘Oh fuck! Baby-’

Abruptly, he withdraws his cock from your mouth. Not after two strokes, he is shooting hot white spurts of his seed onto your face, your eyes shutting just in time to avoid being fired at. Some of his fluid lands in your mouth, brewing bitterly on your awaiting tongue. Eyes squeezed shut, his cock pulses involuntarily in his hand as he lurches his high to an end.

‘You look so fucking good with my cum all over your face.’ Taehyung stares at his piece of work, splattered across your cheeks, on your forehead, and unfortunately for you, in your hair. Feral demeanour dimming, he leans down and gently smears his ejaculation all over your skin before nudging it into your mouth.

Like his good little baby you are, you swallow it like it’s your milk.

‘Mm…’ Throat hoarse from all the moaning, you suck his taste off his thumb.

Exhaustion dawns over the both of you when the adrenaline drains from your blood. Ache straining between your thighs, you waddle over to the bathroom quickly before him cum dries into a crusty nightmare.

Your sex-ridden, hair-dishevelled, hickey-speckled reflection greets you in the mirror. Realisation of your actions sink into your heart along with the sour taste of guilt.

What the fuck have you done?

You just had the wildest sex with Taehyung, your new roommate.

Taehyung, your new roommate.

Taking a deep breath in and out, you try to form back the logic shattered by his brutal fucking. Why do you have to be the way that you are? Just why are you so incapable of controlling your nymphomania?

‘You okay?’ Taehyung’s bass booms from the bedroom, startling you from your turmoil.

You gave into your temptations. You fucked up.

But this isn’t unsalvageable, you two can recover from it. After all, it’s not like you have been lifelong best friends, you’ve only just met each other, still stepping into deeper stages of your friendship day by day. As long as you don’t let this happen again, stop seeing him in a sexual light, you two should be fine.

Yes, you’ll be fine.

Drying your washed face with a towel, your answer is muffled. ‘Yep, all good.’

When you roam back to the room, you see him sprawled out like a Greek God, still shirtless but now wearing sweatpants that outlines his bulge all too well, bed sheets bunched to the side to aerate his sweat-dampened body. His eyes crawl over your naked form with a thirst that has you willing to drop to your knees and suck him off again. Spoilt in the attention he’s doling you, you climb beside him perhaps too seductively than you should.

Stop. You shouldn’t.

Taehyung doesn’t waste a second to pull you into his chest and smother you with slow, passionate kisses. Such contradiction to his rough handling of you sheer minutes ago. His tongue feels heavier, nicer as it rolls along yours, maybe because you’re now sober, senses no longer dulled by alcohol.

It’s a difficulty to retract from his romantic poet of a mouth whose sole purpose is to entice you into its warm embrace. But you do. ‘Hey… We really shouldn’t have…’ You can’t bring yourself to finish your sentence because you care too much for his feelings to hurt him.

But then the cool nonchalance in his pupils relieve you of your fear. ‘Yeah… Probably not the smartest move.’

His fingers toy fondly with your hair, twirling it like a velvet ribbon. Eyes wide with his boyish innocence, you wonder if this is the same person who was just slapping his dick on your cheek and made you call him daddy. This trip was meant to allow you to understand him better, yet you remain stuck, perhaps more than before, in his enigma.

And you wonder how his girlfriend could ever have sought after anyone else Taehyung is… Well he has just done that…

‘It doesn’t change anything, right? We’re still friends?’ You want to roll out of his clasp yet his arms feel so soft and smooth and perfect to fall asleep in.

‘Of course, Y/N’ From the earnesty in his tone, you know you can trust his word.

To resume your previous playful dynamic, you pinch his nose between your knuckles. ‘Then let go of me, friends don’t cuddle.’

‘Friends do cuddle.’ He frowns, shocked as if you’ve just slapped him across the face with a whole cabbage of kimchi.

‘Uh… No they don’t.’ Repulsed by such affection, you try to wiggle away but he locks his arms around your torso like a vice.

‘I don’t know what kind of friends you’ve had, but you’re stuck with me now and in Taehyung-land: Friends. Cuddle.’ Blowing raspberries on your ticklish neck, he lets you squirm like a fish in attempt to escape his coddling, chest rumbling into your back with laughter. Your squeals of help turn into giggles. Raspberries turn into kisses.

You freeze. ‘Oi, friends don’t kiss friends’ necks.’

‘Come on, we just had sex, let me just kiss you a bit more.’ Watching him pout so babily, your heart squeezes. Fuck. Why is your heart squeezing?

But you kiss his jutted lips, still. Savouring his taste that you know you won’t have the chance to delight in again. ‘Fine, but if you try to kiss me tomorrow, I’ll kick your nuts.’

Taehyung takes that as a green light to use you as a snuggle toy for the rest of the night, mouth gallivanting the ocean that is your skin.

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07/09/18

© Copyright 2019

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[skybird13]

Now Accepting Fair Game Drabble Requests!

Good news! I am finally feeling well enough to open myself up for Fair Game drabble requests. Send me an ask with anything from a single-word prompt (just know that I sometimes take great creative license with those, as you’ll see in a minute) to a full-on scenario and I’ll try to write you something, 1000 words or less, for it. I’ll take pretty much anything (unless I feel it has the potential to fetishize mlm) but if you send a pure angst request, be aware that I have to be in the right headspace for that, so there might be a bit of a wait depending on how I’m doing. 

My eventual goal for this is to be able to release a drabble per day, but my mental health has been so all-over-the-place in the last six months that I know I can’t fully commit to that. So, while I will do my best, expect gaps. If you want to be tagged in these so you don’t miss one, let me know.

And guess what? In the spirit of starting off strong, I have one all ready to go. Enjoy!

Fair Game Drabble---Prompt: Hope

Shouted commands to halt rang off the tightly packed tenement buildings and acted as a sort of precursor that parted the market crowds ahead. Later, Clover would take the time to appreciate the irony of it all. For some unfathomable reason, he hadn’t expected to add thief and saboteur to his skillset when he had decided to leave Atlas with Teams RWBY and JNOR. An oversight on his part, now that he thought about it. But at the moment, all of his concentration was invested in keeping up with the man in front of him.

Qrow seemed to have an instinctive feel for the nonsensical layout of the city. He careened around corners and vaulted over stalls and low walls with a level of wild abandon that was almost disorienting, even taking them up and over a roofline at one point. They had changed directions and backtracked so many times that Clover had long since lost all sense of where they were, much less where the hell they were going, and he could only trust that Qrow knew what he was doing.

A minute shift in the tilt of Qrow’s shoulders was the only warning Clover got before he darted around another corner. He followed, the angle of the turn so sharp that the new street ran nearly parallel with the one they had just left before it ended abruptly in a snarled intersection up ahead. He didn’t have the time to comprehend their new change in direction, however. The second they were out of sight of their pursuers, Qrow reached back, grabbed onto his wrist, and threw his own body hard to the side. Instinct alone kept Clover from falling on his ass. He dropped his weight, leaned onto the balls of his feet, and pivoted, using Qrow’s weight and his own inertia to pull himself into a tight spin that ended with Qrow practically manhandling him into a nearly invisible gap between two slanted buildings. He crowded in with him and they both went still, chests heaving as they caught their breath. 

The damp chill of the brick wall against Clover’s back contrasted sharply with the flush press of Qrow’s body against his front, warm and solid. Without thinking about it much, he lifted a hand and rested it on Qrow’s side and allowed that point of contact to anchor him. The city patrol ran past them on the street. They didn’t pause or even glance in their direction; Qrow had chosen their hiding spot too well. The patrol would hit that nightmare of an intersection, have no idea where they had gone, and probably fan out to cover the numerous alleys and closes that sprouted off from it, all the while moving further away from them. 

Clover felt a small pang of sympathy for the patrol. They were only trying to do their jobs, after all, and they really weren’t half bad at it. Unfortunately for them, Qrow was better than anyone he had ever met at throwing people off. He had learned that in every conceivable way over the last six months.

When the echoes of the shouts faded, swallowed up by the city, Clover gave Qrow a slight nudge. It was more of a question than anything. He had been following Qrow’s lead since they had left Atlas and, more often than not, that had turned out to be for the best. No reason to change it up, especially now.

Qrow answered with a hand pressed flat to his chest. “Give it a minute,” he whispered.

Clover let out a long breath. The little cranny was too tight for him to move much, but he did let the wall behind him take some of his weight as his brain caught back up with him. He tilted his head back against the bricks and looked up at the confined strip of overcast sky above. Then he started to laugh.

Qrow glanced at him, lips twitching upwards. “Short on oxygen?”

Clover shook his head and waved a hand vaguely at the street. “I know I should probably have it figured out at this point,” he said, “but is this how you guys normally operate?”

One corner of Qrow’s mouth pulled into a self-satisfied little smirk. His eyes held a fierce, dancing light that the dimness of their hiding spot only accentuated. He looked wholly alive and breathtaking because of it. And maybe a little terrifying, too.

“You mean pull some desperate stunt and hope for the best?” he asked, leaning out just a little to peer down the street.

Clover snorted wryly. “Not exactly how I would have worded it, but sure.”

Qrow breathed out a soft laugh that ghosted across the over-heated skin of Clover’s neck like static. “Don’t worry, lucky charm. You’ll get used to it.”

Clover only hummed and leaned in a bit to nuzzle Qrow’s temple for the briefest moment. He doubted that with every fiber of his being but it made little difference either way. There were plenty of other things to be certain about.

[drabble#: 1]

[word count: 850]

#fair game #qrow branwen #clover ebi #rwby #fair game fanfic #fair game drabbles #my writing

[kpoppwriter]

4k Follower Smut Drabble Game!

So earlier this months, I finally hit 4,000 followers!! Honestly, it’s still so crazy to me and I’m already at 4.2k now!! In celebration for this big milestone, I’m doing a special drabble game for you all! 

~ REQUESTS: CLOSED ~

~ Rules ~

♡ Please specify what idol/poly you want

♡ You can request 1-2 prompts per request

♡ This will only be suggestive/smut. It might be a bit fluffy but still only smut

♡ If you want a specific AU, that’s fine!

♡ After a prompt is used 3 times, it will get crossed off the list (I don’t want the same prompt used over and over again)

♡ Requests will probably not be done during this time since I have a feeling I’m gonna get quite a few of these

~ Prompts ~

“I can’t help it. You’re fun to mess with.” |

“No panties, babygirl?”

“Look what you’ve done to me. I’ve had to deal with this all day long.” ||

“You’re so tiny compared to me.” |

“Look at you. So cute.” |

“Stay still for me.”

“I’m not going to stop poking you until I get your attention” |

“What, does that feel good?” 

“I’ve got a surprise for you.” |

“I miss you.” 

“Over my knee. Now.” ||

“Where are your manners?” |

“Don’t make me take you home and punish you.” |

“I’ve never wanted anyone to fuck me this badly.” |

“You’re not going out in that outfit.” 

“Don’t give me that look.” |

“You’re more than just a one night stand.” ||

“Would you just shut up and kiss me already?”

“You want me to give you your book/phone/item back? Make me.” |

“Like what you see?” |

“Try to stay quiet, understand?” ||

“We’re in public, you know.”

“I didn’t know you were so sensitive.” |

“Dont be so rough. there cant be any marks.”

“I really don’t care. You still look hot and i’m trying not to kiss/fuck you senseless right now.” |

“Are you sure? Once we start, i might not be able to stop.” |

“No, i’m supposed to be making you feel good.”

“Make me.”

“Stop teasing me so much..” |

“You’re in trouble now.” |

“Take off your clothes.”

“I’m waiting.”

“First one to make a noise loses.” ||

“Mine.” 

“We cant do that here!”

“Behave.” ||

“What did you just say?” |

“Come here.” |

“Watch me.” | 

“I don’t want to hear your excuses anymore.”

“If you cant sleep…then how about we have sex?”

“Don’t kink shame me.”

“If you interrupt me one more time, so help me god.”

“I’m going to put on some clothes before you say anything else.”

“Tell me what you want.” |

“Bite me.”

“If you insist.”

“Could he make you feel as good as i do?”

“Are you trying to turn me on or are you really just that oblivious?” ||

“You taste like fucking candy.” |

“The only way you’re getting off is on my thigh.” |

“You make a sound and its game over.”

“Just let me finish this/this level and i swear ill go down on you until you cum at least three times.” |

“If i have to stop what i’m doing, you wont be able to walk for the next week.” |

“I could just pull your bikini bottoms to the side, no one will notice.” ||

“I haven’t even touched you and you’re already this wet.” ||

“Were you just masturbating?”

“U-uh..no, i was just..”

“Want some help?”

“Shut up.”

“Why don’t you come over here and make me.” ||

“You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad.” ||

“We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.” |

“C’mere, you can sit on my lap until i’m done working.” |

“What? Does that feel good?” |

“I’m not jealous! its just…you’re mine!” 

“If we get caught i’m blaming you.”

“We have to be quiet.” |

“Tell me again.”

“You have no idea how much i want you.” |

“Say it.” |

“If you don’t like my teasing, then why are you moaning?” |

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard that you forget you ever even met that asshole.”

“You better shut that pretty little mouth before i put it to work, doll.” |

“I think thats the first time i’ve heard you moan…it was like a fucking melody.” ||

“I really want to kiss you right now.” ||

“Then do it.”

“You’re not taking me to bed. ever.”

“Who said it had to be on the bed?”

“Ah, he’s playing hard-to-get. thats cute.”

“For the love of fuck.”

“How do i look?” ||

“Don’t fucking touch what is not yours.” ||

“You don’t need to cover up the bruises/hickeys.” |

“I’m not sure if its a sexual thing or not.”

“We’re…..just friends.” ||

“Friends don’t do this kind of shit!” |

“How quickly can you cum?”

“There’s people here.”

“I don’t care what you do just fuck me.”

“Fuck you.”

“I’m up for it if you are.”

“Don’t ruin the sofa.”

“Ill just have to cum inside you then.”

“Stop dancing like that or i’m going to cum in my pants.”

“I’m not going to touch you unless you beg.” |

“You cant tease me like that and expect not to be punished.” |

“I’m gonna strangle you.”

“Is that a promise?”

“Stop distracting me.” |

“Were you touching yourself?” ||

“I know they’re just stuffed animals but doesn’t it feel weird? its like they’re watching us.”

“That’s probably the fastest i’ve ever done that.”

“I know for a fact that you can be a hell of a lot louder than that.” 

“We’ve been at it like rabbits, how are you still horny?” |

“Saddle up doll.” |

“Did you just look me up and down and then bite your lip? ‘Cause if you did we’re having sex. Right now.”

“Your ass is going to be seven different shades of red after that little stunt.”

“If i have to pull over, you wont be able to walk for the next week.”

“What are you doing in my bed?!” |

Create your own!

#4k followers #4k milestone #4k drabble game #drabble game 6

[recurring-polynya]

Writing/Dog Update 8/1/2020:

You know what, time has no meaning anymore, I said it.

Ahh, the good news is my brain is writey again, and the bad news is that I have finally come to terms with the fact that I don’t really have a lot of free time. It seems like I have free time, because I’m bored a lot, but taking care of my kids and washing dishes and stuff like that takes time, plus, there’s me and two kids sharing one computer. They like to play Minecraft, and they do an online science camp a couple times a week, which is good for their socialization, I think. Whenever I do get some free time, I get interrupted a lot, which makes it hard to make headway on things like writing.

I don’t like to talk about it much, but there’s a lot of mental health stuff going on with one of my kids, so there have also been hours of telehealth appointments happening, not to mention a lot of phone calls and messaging doctors and calling the pharmacy again, and geez, this shit takes a lot of time and energy. One of the reasons I finally went to therapy myself was so I would have some experience navigating the system, because I could tell it was gonna come to this eventually, and I am here to report: It did not help as much as I had hoped.

I have decided to continue a little in love now and then, in part because it feels very easy and doable, and also, I have gotten a lot of really nice feedback on it. I just had to table The Heart is a Muscle for now. I certainly hope to get back to it eventually, but maybe now is just not the season. I have been getting drabble prompts again-- I wrote one about Rukia being horny for Renji earlier, and literally, as I posted it, another ask came in, so much for Inbox 0. Before I get back to that, though, I felt compelled to write more of Heroes of the Hueco Mundo Invasion-- In Love!! I actually finished Ch 2, except that there’s one joke that I either need to change, or change the entire direction of Ch 4, I am still debating.

Oh, also, remember a while ago, I said I was gonna write the sex scene from Between Tides even though I was sure it was gonna take a gazillion drafts? I am on, like, draft 6 now. Dammit.

I am reading a Real Book right now. It is Sing, Unburied, Sing, by Jesmyn Ward, and it is really good and poetic and well-written, but it’s also heart-wrenching-- full of pain and violence and neglected children and my poor soul cannot handle it. After this, I am going to read Persuasion. I tried.

Finally, we have a new foster dog, possibly to become a forever dog, this time. She is a mini-hound, 30 pounds of elbows and velvety ears and pointy snout. She has many of the same mannerisms as our last forever dog, who passed when my daughter was an infant. She is extremely lazy, and likes to sleep on the top of the back of the couch and also in the bed with us, on our pillows, if possible. Our cat bullies her. The children think she is kind of boring, but my husband and I are enamored with her. She is also heartworm positive, and started her treatment this week, so I have been driving her back and forth to the vet and stuffing ten pills into her per day. She has to be in restricted activity for a month. A month!! Good thing she’s lazy.

#my writing #writing update #personal update #i'm tired yo

[moonlit-han]

works in progress update

July 5, 2020

Hello, everyone!

So, I wanted to give you all an update on the fics I’m working on. 

To those of you who’ve sent in requests: Thank you! I promise I’m working on them steadily and will be posting 2-3 fics per weekend, if I can. I know some of you have been waiting, yes, months, for your fics, but I plan to have all the fics from my last round of requests completed and posted by the end of the month. I’ll post a more definitive timeline later. To those of you who sent in requests this past week: I have received them and they’ve been added to my list!

My current list of requests can be found under the cut. (Here’s my full Works in Progress). I promptly update my masterlists and W.I.P. as I publish a new piece, so you can be assured that those lists are current and that your requests are included. The fics in the list below that have a star (☆) next to them are those that I received in the past week.

STRAY KIDS REQUESTS

all members

↠ stray kids’ reactions when finding out that their partner takes medication for depression and anxiety ☆

bang chan

↠ jewel of my heart [bang chan!thief au, action; romance, fluff, some comedy] ☆         • bang chan, an infamous thief, gets wind of an incredible jewel and decides that he must have it. it will be a high-stakes heist, requiring cunning and care, but he believes he’s more than capable of cooking up a spectacular plan... even if it requires some secret ingredients. little does he know that something of his own will be stolen in return.

lee minho

↠ only you [friends to lovers; fluff]         • your sometimes prickly childhood friend confesses his affection for you and explains just how much you mean to him.

↠ plus one [fluff]         • minho needs a date to the wedding of a distant cousin and you agree to accompany him. yay! …wait, did his family still think you’re his girlfriend?

seo changbin

↠ title forthcoming [enemies to lovers, soulmate, college au; request]         • enemies to lovers / college roommates / soulmate au (1, 5, & 24 of au/trope/prompt list)

↠ no title [drabble; fluff] ☆         • “a kiss paired with a tight hug, knocking the breath out of the person being hugged.” (50 types of kisses prompt list)

hwang hyunjin

↠ no title [drabble, high school au; fluff, mild angst]         • “shouldn’t you be with him/her?” / “this isn’t goodbye.” (15 & 22 of angst/fluff prompts)

han jisung

↠ he came in through the bathroom window [neighbor au; fluff, suggestive]         • would you stop coming through the windows, it scares the hell out of me every time!” (2 of neighbors aus)

↠ these scars for you [fighter!jisung au, friends to lovers au; action, fluff, suggestive]         • jisung is fiercely protective of y/n, the love of his life. y/n insists that she doesn’t need protection, but she’s about to get tossed into the ring.

↠ hot stuff [drabble; fluff, suggestive]         • jisung decides he wants a lip ring. (35 & 36 of 45 otp prompts)

↠ into the sunset [best friends to lovers, soulmates(?); mild angst, fluff]         • it’s your wedding day and, of course, jisung is there for better or for worse.

lee felix

↠ tag, you’re it [friends with ot8 au; fluff]         • a hardcore game of tag with the rest of the guys leads to an unexpected discovery. (1 of 50 cliché tropes & prompts)

kim seungmin

↠ title forthcoming [soulmate au; fluff, mild angst] ☆          • "tell me again how i ended up here . . ." ↠ words of warmth [best friend!seungmin; angst, comfort/fluff] ☆          • seungmin comforts you after a break-up, holding you close as you dance to day6

yang jeongin

↠ a sweet ride [high school au, bad boy!jeongin au; fluff, request]         • you go against everything your mother’s ever said just for a ride.

↠ two works: titles and descriptions forthcoming [fluff, angst, requests]         • “you’ve shown me what love can feel like.” / “i wasn’t lying when i said that i loved you.” (36 & 40 of angst/fluff prompt list)

NCT/WAYV REQUESTS

kim jungwoo

↠ the touch of your hand [angst]         • “i called you at 2 a.m. because i need you.” (48 of 50 cliché tropes and prompts)

huang renjun

↠ no more lies [best friends to lovers, angst]         • you and renjun thought your love was perfection—after all, you’d been best friends for years. but, the reality was far from perfect. (85 of angst/fluff prompt list)

lee jeno

↠ lazy days [fluff]         • “today is a day for pajamas,” jeno announced, then paused as if remembering something. “oh, and a crown!” he placed a fake jewel-encrusted tiara on your head before producing one for your service dog, too. jeno knew she didn’t like to be left out of the fun.

#straycozy #straycozy w.i.p. #stray kids #stray kids fanfiction #skz fanfic #nct fanfiction #nct dream fanfiction

[noisyquokka]

Keychains Huh?

pairing: Chan x reader ft. a co-worker!Jisung

genre: fluff, humor, more fluff

length: 1.2k

warnings: Chan stealing your heart (as per usual)

Gist- you always got Chan something for Valentine’s Day. Until you didn’t… because of the heavy workload recently, you had actually forgotten about the “big day” until you took a look at the calendar. So when you end up back home with nothing planned, Chan assures you that’s the last thing on his mind!

@janarine asked: Hi ^_^ I think I have never really send in requests before so I don't know if this is okay/right or not, but can I request something reeeeally cute and fluffy with chan and “I don’t care about the romantic stuff. Let’s just watch movies and cuddle.” or “Seeing you look so cute in your pajamas reminds me of why I fell in love with you.” please? 💜

Thanks for the request, love! I chose the first prompt because 💡 !!! As I read your request, this idea just popped into my head! I really hope you like it, I know I enjoyed writing it 💛

Request a Valentine’s Day drabble with these prompts!

“How could I forget! Of all the things I could’ve screwed up this month, it’s Valentine’s Day!”

You paced around the break room, well aware of the attention you were getting from your co-workers. Every year you planned out exactly what you were getting for your boyfriend! Every year he was taken back by what you’d gotten him. But now…

“I don’t understand the big deal, y/n.” Jisung muttered, shoving a donut in his mouth. “Valentine’s Day is just another capitalist holiday that greeting card companies make bank from. Same with candy manufacturers, and the Box-Office. Hell, even the alcohol industry gets some extra love! You’ve fallen right into their trap!” You leaned against the table, quirking a brow at your friend.

“I can’t believe you could say that to my face, while you stuff your own with heart-shaped donuts…”

His gaze fell to the sweet treat in his hand, or what was left of it. Talk about a hypocrite! You shook your head, sliding a napkin across the table to him.

“What am I gonna do, Jisung! I can’t just go home empty-handed on Valentine’s Day.” You said, messing with your ponytail. He wiped his mouth, shrugging his shoulders.

“How about - and please, really consider this - you don’t spend. A. Single. Penny.” He suggested, and you rolled your eyes before he could finish. This all coming from the guy who’s never been in love!

“You’re not helping…”

He threw his hands up in defeat, standing from his chair as break time came to its end.

“It was merely a suggestion, y/n. Besides, don’t you think the same routine is getting old?”

~~~

Don’t you think the same routine is getting old?

Jisung’s words whirled around in your brain as you walked past the shops on your way home. You’d been with him for roughly 5 years. While your gifts hadn’t been the best at first, they had gotten better with time. Still, gift shopping was stressful!

Even so, there was no way you could walk through the front door empty handed on Valentine’s Day! You turned around, pushing open the door to the convenience store. What could one possibly get their boyfriend here?! Maybe an energy drink if you were heading to meet him at the studio… this was pointless! There was no way you would be able to order something halfway decent to be delivered within two hours.

As you turned back toward the door, a small kiosk next to the cash register caught your eye. Keychains, huh? You found yourself slowly stepping towards it, searching through the many names and quotes. Nothing really stuck out to you. Maybe Jisung was right! Then you saw it.

A kangaroo plushie keychain!

Keychains were bad enough to just hand out to someone, never mind gifting them on holidays. But you were at a loss right now and you weren’t going home without a gift. You snatched the keychain off of the hook, cashing out and walking the 10 minutes to get home. You felt generally .1% better about your situation now. Although this wasn’t the gift you originally planned on getting, you were happy to walk through the door with something.

Jogging up the last flight of stairs, you rounded the corner and made your way down the fourth-floor hall. You fumbled with your keys, quickly unlocking the door and stepping inside. You didn’t expect to be hit with the smell of food cooking on the stove, nor did you expect to see Chan! Kicking off your shoes and dropping your bags, you made your way into the kitchen. Chan's back was facing you, quietly singing the song that hummed through your Bluetooth speakers. A smile tugged at the corners of your lips, taking him in.

Wavy hair, white t-shirt, sweatpants, bare feet, carrot hanging from his mouth. He couldn't look any comfier if he tried!

"Are you planning to gawk all night or..."

You chuckled in response, walking up behind him. Your hands found their usual place on his shoulders, taking a peek at dinner.

"You're making sirloin?!" You meant it as a question, but you sounded appalled. Chan turned around, worry taking over his features.

"Is that not what you had in mind?" You shook your head, taking his free hand in yours.

"No, no! That sounds great..."

wow, way to make him feel better! It's not that you didn't like the kind gesture. In fact, you were flattered that he came over to make dinner without your knowledge. At this point, though, your keychain wasn't looking too great. Yeah... suddenly you weren't in the gift-giving mood!

"Then what's wrong? And don't tell me it's nothing. You look like someone kicked your puppy." You ran a hand through your ponytail, turning away from him. There was literally no way you could lie to him; reason one being how well he knew you, reason two being that you wouldn't be able to handle it. So you did the only thing you could.

"Y/n? Where are yo-"

You pulled the keychain from your bag, walking back to Chan. You placed it on the countertop, keeping eye contact with your boyfriend.

"I forgot Valentine's Day! I forgot it, and I couldn't order something meaningful like I normally do so I panicked and got you this keychain because I couldn't bear to come home with nothing for you!" You ranted, cupping your cheeks. Chan picked up the keychain, inspecting the little kangaroo smiling at him. Your brows furrowed as Chan smiled back at it, his lighthearted chuckle resonating throughout the kitchen.

"I was wondering when you'd get me this, you know!"

"W-what!?" You were speechless. Was he joking? Apparently not, as he pulled his keys from his pocket and added the plush gift to his keyring.

"Baby, you always plan out my gifts. Almost a month in advance, for every occasion!" He caught your wrist in his hand, pulling you closer. "While I appreciate the hoopla of your planning and those gifts, I hope you realize that you don't have to get me a gift every year."

"You're serious?" He nodded, beaming at you. You swatted his chest, resting your forehead against his shoulder.

"I really wish you would've told me sooner. Do you know how stressful planning is!?" You said, voice muffled. He laughed, snaking his arms around your waist.

"I don't care about the romantic stuff. Let's just watch movies and cuddle." He murmured. You straightened up in his embrace, a blush creeping up your neck. He pecked your lips, letting out a breath. Everything worked out in the end. Well... almost everything.

"Shit, the sirloin!" Chan cursed, letting you go. He quickly turned off the burner, flipping the meat to check its state. Burnt... He looked up at you, a small grin on his lips. You read his mind, taking your cell phone out and going to contacts.

"I'll call it in." You said, tapping on yours and Chan's favorite Chinese restaurant. He cleaned up quickly, tossing the sirloin in the trash as you hung up. The take out was delivered shortly after, and the two of you sat down at the dining room table, digging into your meals.

"So you really panicked over Valentine's Day, huh." Chan teased, chuckling as you launched your sauce packets at him.

"Don't laugh! I was about ready to fly to a deserted island and live out the rest of my days there!" You chided, laughing along with him. You both finished your meals, too tired to clean up the table. Chan took your hand, leading you to the couch. You sat down, watching him choose from your plethora of movies before finally sliding one into the DVD player. The Notebook.

"Ah, I see. You're in a cheesy mood." You cooed, pulling him down next to you. He rolled his eyes, wrapping his arms around you.

"Oh, shut up." He muttered, failing to hold back a smile before capturing your lips with his.

Wow so funny to say this is longer than I expected it to be, considering it’s only a little over 1k. I know you guys would say it’s not long enough because I’d do the same reading someone else’s drabbles 😂  Anyway, let me know what y’all think. Thanks for reading! 💛

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[misssophiachase]

Mini Prompt - Klaus kisses Caroline at midnight on NYE and it leaves her a bit flustered, although she'd be lying if she said she didn't enjoy it.

Thanks anon! I wish I had this for Klaroeve. I hope you like my take. It’s based on lyrics from New Year’s Day by Taylor Swift, one of my faves. As per usual I’m not too good at sticking to the whole ‘mini’ premise of a drabble, must be your amazing prompt!  

New Year’s Day

Hold onto the memories…

PresentDay – Austin, TX 

Caroline Forbes hated New Year’s Eve. 

Well, since five years ago.

It had become a well-known fact within her family andclose circle of friends both in her hometown of New York and now more recently in Austin. Thankfully no one had dared to askwhy she’d changed her tune so suddenly and that was just fine.  

So much so that she insisted upon being left aloneevery year. And for the most part they did so because she was like an extremelygrouchy bear with a sore head. Obviously December 31st, 2018, was anotherstory altogether. Her friends had bravely, or stupidly, decided to poke said bear.

Caroline had bought the supermarket out of ChunkyMonkey and was preparing her first movie. Who didn’t want to watch the Notebookon New Year’s Eve? It wasn’t like the occasion could get any moredepressing, right? 

“Ohgod, kill me,” she heard that familiar voice before she saw its owner. “Talkabout depressing.” It was like she could read her mind. 

“Idon’t know, Ryan Gosling isn’t too bad to look at, Kat,” the other familiarvoice offered. 

“Weare trying to get her out of this sick and twisted situation not remind herthat Ryan Gosling is hot and a totally worthy reason for staying home on New Years.”

“Wayto convince her to come out,” Bonnie drawled, sarcastically. 

“Yourealise I can hear you both, right?” She murmured, chomping on some butteredpopcorn and not bothering to turn around knowing her best friends were standingimpatiently in her kitchen. “And while we’re at it, remind me toconfiscate your keys to my apartment.”

“Canyou just drop this whole hostility act, it’s not attractive, Care,” Katherinechided.  

“Saysthe girl who is crashing my private movie marathon?”

“Youneed an intervention, enough is enough,” she huffed, her high heels clicking onthe floorboards. Caroline didn’t have much time to react given her supposedbest friend had stolen the television remote and turned everything off.

“Youdidn’t just do that, real mature Pierce. Who are you anyway? The fun police?” She snapped, a comment more than a question. Katherinelifted the remote above her head so she couldn’t snatch it so easily. 

“If you think she’s the fun police, you really do need help,” Bonnie added. “This whole, weird tradition needs to be broken.”

“Ithought you were on my side, Bon?”

“Notsince you decided that outfit was acceptable even behind closed doors,” shesuggested. Caroline looked curiously at her combination of pinksweatpants and a blue and orange Knicks jersey and decided it was just fine.

“Iknow you’re a Spurs fan Bonnie but even that comment is low.”

“Justplease stop being snarky and put this on,” Katherine drawled, holding up whatlooked like a small, black garment.

“Byitself?” Caroline baulked.

“It’sa dress, Caroline,” she shot back. 

“Areyou sure it’s not a belt?” 

“Howold are you again?” Caroline narrowed her eyes in her friend’s direction. Shewas on the older side of twenty-seven but there were moments her Great Aunt Mabel decided to takeover her body. Caroline chose to think this was one of those occasions. 

“I’mnot getting off this couch until you tell me what’s going on?” She scoffed. 

“Fine,”Kat replied gruffly, relinquishing the dress (or belt) momentarily. “Youknow that guy I was telling you about?” Before Caroline could mentally trawl through theoptions, Bonnie interjected.

“No,not the Italian model, the Australian magician or the Scandinavian fisherman,” sheclarified. “This one is an art critic.”

“Wow, those are the hardest nuts to crack,” Caroline replied knowingly. She was a singer by trade, doing mostly small gigs around town but had met a few of those in her time performing at art gallery exhibitions. “ And I reiterate my previous observation,” she whistled thinking back to the most difficult of them.

5 years earlier…NYC

It was that ominous New Year’s Eve five years ago when she met a difficult art critic for the very first time. While his suit was impeccable, his attitude and supposed manners were grating on her last nerve. She was hoping to escape as soon as their set was finished.  

The room was full, barely enough space to breathe in fact. Caroline had finished her song and made her way to what she thought was the back exit for some air but obviously took a wrong turn.

Caroline didn’t consider herself an art expert but she was neither excited nor moved by the works on display. She’d walked in circles, not expecting to meet someone obviously worked up and pacing the length of what looked like a back room. 

“Sorry,” she offered, his eyes meeting her gaze unexpectedly. Caroline would be lying if she wasn’t aroused in that moment by his sinful, crimson lips and a stray dimple. “I took a wrong turn.”

“Do you like the art?” His question blind sighted her briefly. Caroline knew exactly what she thought but given they’d never been introduced formally and this guy was the artist paying her bills she was reluctant to speak. 

“Well, um…”

“This work is rubbish don’t you think?

“Well, it’s not really my place…”

“Why, cat got your tongue?”

“Fine. If I’m being honest, it seems kind of forced.”

“How so?” She paused, wondering why this guy was so eager for her amateur opinion. “The truth, please,” he implored, she couldn’t miss the desperation in his tone and those pleading eyes.

“Honestly? It has no heart, it’s cold and unfeeling,” she admitted. “But please don’t tell the artist, I’d like to be able to pay my rent next month.”

He’d stared at her for a good few minutes and she wasn’t sure what he was going to do next. Turns out he didn’t have to say anything. She’d obviously said too much and kicked herself mentally. Caroline always spoke without thinking and this instance was no different.

The chants from the art gallery increased in volume and they could hear each number as it was articulated for countdown purposes. Still their eyes never lowered or deviated. 

8….

“I hate New Year’s Eve,” Caroline murmured trying to break the tension. 

“Me too,” he replied, a slight and unexpected grin tugging at the ends of those lips. “Even more than gallery showings when you hate the work your publicist has chosen without permission.”

6….

“You’re the artist?” She squeaked, “I thought it was the rude guy in the suit.”

“No, that’s my older brother,” he murmured. First she’d insulted his art and now his own brother. “He’s an art critic and thinks he knows everything. My sister is the publicist.”

“Well, I’d be firing their incompetent asses now, unless it makes things awkward at Christmas, of course.” she smiled, hoping a bit humour would dig her out of this big hole. 

4….

“Who says it wasn’t awkward beforehand? I know you’re a singer but if there’s any chance you want to be my publicist let me know.” 

“I’m not the nagging type but I’m also not the kiss-your-ass type either.”

3….

“Why? Don’t you like my ass?”

“If I was your publicist right now I’d say that ego is not attractive,” she shot back slyly. “And it might be difficult for me to lie if I was asked to deny it.”

1…

“I wouldn’t want you to lie, love,” he murmured. “Your honesty is the best part about you.”

As the countdown ended and the cheers sounded out, it was as if an invisible magnet pulled them together. She thought he was a bit of an ass and he seemed to be going through an artistic crisis, but their kiss lasted much longer than the prescribed time. 

And it felt good.

So good.

Caroline didn’t want to enjoy it or him but the idiot had messed with her resolve. She pulled back, trying to find her balance and bearings as she did. “I’ve got to get going and sing some Auld Lang Syne.” She couldn’t miss the disappointment as it crossed his face.

“Thank you,” he offered as she walked away. 

“For what?” She couldn’t resist, turning around briefly. 

“For being honest.” She smiled briefly, the warmth flooding through her body before heading towards the make-shift stage. 

She left not long after her set finished making her way from the venue. She hadn’t seem him again, probably best because guys like that weren’t her type. It was only when she passed him conversing with a very annoyed brunette who was questioning his absence during the countdown that Caroline realised he had a girlfriend but was kissing her instead. Her instincts were obviously right. 

Unfortunately she hadn’t stopped thinking about him or that kiss since. He’d sparked something inside that Caroline hadn’t expected. Bastard. She’d even shamefully looked him up on the internet and realised he had multiple girlfriends around the place. She really should have known. 

Caroline had always hated New Year’s Eve but now she decided it was best to avoid it at all costs. It was too much trouble. 

They will hold onto you…

“He’sholding a party tonight at a place called the Original Gallery. Ineed to be there,” Katherine pleaded, choosing to ignore herindiscretions. “I think this guy is my soulmate Care, I can just feel it.” 

“Andthis is your way of convincing her to come, how?” Bonnie rolled her eyes. 

“You know art, Care. It would help if you were there as my wing woman.” 

Granted she loved to visit galleries in her spare time and had recently enrolled in an art history course at UT but it didn’t make her an expert. Far from it, in fact. This was most definitely a stretch on Kat’s part, not that she was surprised.

“How about no?”

“How about you think about it and lose some of that Creature of the Black Lagoon act, you know hating everyoneand everything in your wake?”  

“Another stellar reason for her to agree,” Bonnie observed. 

“Please Care, you can stay in the corner of the room away from all people if that helps.”

“And Ihear the Hors d'oeuvres are going to be phenomenal if that’s anyconsolation,” Bonnie suggested.

Caroline bit her lip, torn between helping her annoying friend and the comfort of her couch. If she had any doubts, they were sealed when Katherine removed the remote control batteries and placed them securely in her purse.

“You are officially evil,” Caroline scowled. 

“Howabout we talk about this while you change,” she smirked, throwing the dress (orbelt) in her direction. She was tempted to wipe the triumphant expression fromher face but decided to leave that for when she needed it most. 

“Ihate you.”

“Ilove you too, Forbes.”

Fastforward three hours and Caroline was attempting to pull down her dress withoutmuch luck, it was still too short for her liking. If she had something else She was gladat least that Katherine and Bonnie seemed to be otherwise engaged.

Turns out Katherine had a thing for the art critic she’d met all those years ago. He still looked good in a suit but if anyone was a match for his disdain it was Katherine. His brother Kol, an indie film director, was in deep conversation with Bonnie. 

It gave her chance to peruse the artwork, and it was some of the most brilliant she’d ever seen. What she hadn’t expected on entering was it to be at his show.

Of all people. 

Caroline had no intention of seeing him again. She wasn’t some groupie even if his work was suddenly brilliant. She also noted that the clock was moving freely past midnight and the lastplace she wanted to be was in a big group of strangers.

Carolinetook the opportunity to escape towards the toilets. In her haste shemissed the marked doors and found herself in what seemed like a makeshiftstudio. It wasn’t her first getting lost, after all. 

The lights were dimmed but she could make out the canvases lined upagainst the walls and the easel in the centre of the room which caught herattention.

Carolineshivered slightly, not sure whether it was the cool temperature or thespectacular art stealing her attention. She noticed a white, paintsplattered shirt hanging nearby, slipping it over her barely theredress without much thought. Suddenly she felt extremely comfortable, it didn’thurt that the familiar scent emanating from the collar was the perfect mixture of spiceand soap.

Shemade her way towards the easel, her hand reaching out and tracing the longbrush strokes.

“Doyou usually break and enter and steal people’s clothes?” She couldn’t see him but his crisp, Britishaccent was messing with her concentration. Mainly because of just how familiar it was, even after five years. 

“Itook a wrong turn,” she shot back. “And it’s pretty cold when your bestfriend decides you should wear a belt disguised as a dress.”

“Funnyyou mention it, I have that problem all the time.”

“I’llbet you do,” she laughed. It was nice to let loose for a change. As he came into view it was difficult not to react. The semi insecure artist from years ago was oozing confidence in dark jeans and a grey henley. “I’m sorry to tell you this but your work is kind of…”

“Kind of?” A low, self-conscious growl emanated from his throat. 

“Is someone worried?”

“You were the one who made me better before but if I need a kick up the ass I’m willing to take it.”

“Well, given our history, you know I’m not a fan of your ass,” she teased. Apparently he was an ass but it was so difficult not to react to his banter.

“I signed up to the gym straight away, my New Year’s Resolution,” he shared. “I also tried to track you down but you never returned my messages. I’d be lying if I said you didn’t give me a complex and not just because of the body shaming.”

“Says the guy who was absent from sharing a midnight kiss with his brunette girlfriend. I saw you two when I left.”

“I didn’t have a girlfriend,” he murmured, his mind obviously racing. “Hayley and I had a brief thing but she turned up that night insisting we get back together. I haven’t thought about anyone but you since that night. She was never really my type.”

“And what is your type exactly?”

“Smart, beautiful, feisty and outspoken. Tells me my work is bad, tells me my family are overbearing and that I’m an arrogant ass. And looks far better in my shirt than me. All of it factually correct.”

“Was there any question? But also….”

“Hang on, I wasn’t finished,” he interrupted. “You were the only person who was honest about my work. You saved me.”

“Now, I think you’re being a little dramatic,” she murmured, hoping he wasn’t. “Why are you here of all places?”

“I’ve been trying to track you down for years,” he said before clarifying. “I hate New Year’s Eve but you made it better five year’s ago and I’m hoping you’ll consider..” 

“Consider what?”

“A truce of sorts.”

And I will hold onto you…

#ask #answered #thanks anon #klaroline drabbles #misssophiachase #new years day

[farfromdaylight]

OKAY HERE WE GO, THE STAT POST TO END ALL STAT POSTS

first and most important: what the everliving fuck, i wrote a million words in a year. if you told me this time last year that this was what i was going to aspire to, i would have assumed it was an april fool's joke. like. lmao you're kidding right.

end total was 1,000,111! i had wanted a million and one words but when i calcuated my numbers i had, uh, a million and thirty. :"| so i had to write some 80 words in the like 10 minutes i had left. way to go, me.

october is highlighted for a very important reason: it's the month i switched to colemak. the fact that my wph/wpm has only improved since that time is a pretty strong vote in its favor, i think. i do still experience hand pain, but i think that has more to do with the fact that i write for two hours a day than the keyboard layout. certainly it's nice to have a more ergonomic design. (most of my current pain is actually from my mouse location; working on fixing that issue next.)

more highlights & tl;dr under the cut bc heaven knows this is going to get obnoxiously long

firstly, a project breakdown -- what is that million words made of?

immortal au -- 813,127 words (unintentional but delightful)

everybody says this is your home -- 166,680 words

roughly 20k of cuts, snippets, drabbles, etc

so, not surprising; heaven knows i only worked on two real stories in the past year. this is something i want to change over this next year, though i'm not yet sure what those stories will be.

highs & lows

most words written in a single day: 11,181 (11/1)

most time spent writing in a single day: 8 hours, 20 minutes (11/1) (start of nano, also i was going on vacation that weekend and wanted a buffer)

least words written/day: 80 (9/24)

least time spent/day: 5 minutes (9/24) (i had had zero sleep)

best words per hour/minute: 2159/36 (2/26) (i wrote 203 words in 4 minutes and nearly lost it, because i am That Kind Of Person)

worst words per hour/minute: 599/10 (10/1) (first day of colemak; i didn't even write 600 words in the hour i spent writing)

most time spent writing/month: 107 hours, 16 minutes (november) (duh)

least time spent writing/month: 39 hours (may) (ah yes, back when i was aiming for a thousand words a day... that didn't last long...)

other stats

on average, i write for about 57 hours, 40 minutes per month. no wonder i haven't been able to play many video games lately -- writing took up that timeslot.

that said, i only spent 8% of the past year writing. 691 hours sounds like a ton of time, but it averages out to 2 hours a day. given that i spend 8 hours a day sleeping (...give or take), 2 hours is really not that much of a loss. though as i mentioned in the other post, 1 hour of writing often equates to two hours of real time. even then, 16% of a year/1400 hours is really not that much time in the grand scheme of things.

i have made roughly 500 posts about writing on here in the past year, for which i apologize. the number's rough because there are a few more posts than that on dw but i don't feel like sorting through it at the moment to figure out the exact number. either way: i am so, so sorry. how have you all not unfollowed me. i do not understand.

quartiles

i calculated the quartiles for words/time/wph, and i find them pretty interesting:

words

first quartile (25%): 1,355

second quartile (50%): 2,239

third quartile (75%): 3,555

time

first quartile (25%): 1 hour, 3 minutes

second quartile (50%): 1 hour, 27 minutes

third quartile (75%): 2 hours, 30 minutes

words per hour (wpm)

first quartile (25%): 1,214 (20)

second quartile (50%): 1,407 (23)

third quartile (75%): 1,619 (27)

the reason i find them interesting is that they don't match up at all! you'd think that since the wph is calculated from words over time they'd even out, but apparently not. despite all evidence to the contrary i'm actually not great at statistics, so i'm not sure what conclusion to draw, but my guess is that it has to do with the fact that my wph did something of a bell curve over the past 12 months. but who knows.

(incidentally i do want to turn all these numbers into Pretty Charts, but i... have not figured out that part of google sheets yet, lmao. i'm sure i'll figure it out eventually. so far all i have managed are a bunch of squiggles. they are pretty squiggles but they are squiggles nonetheless.)

etc

so one of my overall goals for 2018 was to write a million words in 2018 specifically (ie starting jan 1--ending dec 31), and i'm not sure if i still want to go for it. on the one hand, i'm about 50,000 words ahead of pace, and like, that's a terrible buffer to lose. i am also Very Bad at giving up goals.

on the other hand...... the reason i am ahead is because i noticed in january that i was really close to writing a million words in 365 days. i tried to tell myself that i wasn't going to aim for it because of how burnt out i was, but. 😐 we can see how well that worked out. 😐

the thing is, though, i am tired. i am unbelievably tired. that chart says that i averaged 2 hours of writing a day in march, and as far as math in concerned, that's true. in actual fact, though, i averaged 1h30m of writing from 3/1 through 3/24, and four hours a day for the past week. i'm fucking exhausted. and it's exactly what i did in february, and in january. i can't do a whole year of that.

so. i am going to aim for 50,000 words next month, because it's camp nano and because 50k is, at this point, a very achievable number. (i mean for god's sake, i just did it in a week. i can do it in a month. in fact i would love to do it in a month.) and i am going to use the rest of that time to work on the worldbuilding, planning, and plotting i have pushed aside for the past five months in pursuit of ever-growing wordcounts.

that's april. the rest i can figure out later.

#we are always in balance #wordcount stats #now that i think about it i'm not sure how many millions i've written #this certainly isn't the first #or the second #it might be most of the third? #one day i will sit down and calculate my Lifetime Wordcount #dear future larissa: i'm sorry

[4thdevil]

lore drabble 1/?

word count: 2,207

based upon my own portrayal, do not use, replicate or steal any content of this drabble, thank you.

do not reblog

‘hey, ███. Did you sleep well ? you look a mess.’ Her voice reaches my ears and soon enough, I found myself facing her once I turned my head. her smile met my eyes and it was warm, soft and nothing but safe. It’s been a few months since I first met her, from dance partner to best friend in a matter of weeks, I didn’t know how it got to such a point. She was, at first, very shy around me, but she was able to hold her own in a conversation with me. Something not even I was used to, willow was indeed a special one, there was something about her that left me numerous states of speechlessness. Willow surprised me, she always…. She always found a way to surprise me. More than I thought she ever could, how many times has she managed to snare me in a daze ?

“ah, willow. I’m alright, I was simply up studying per the usual.” I answer with a small shrug and off to the fish that swam about the gentle currents I made with my hand, how some swam to my hand and I would feel the funny sensation of their scales graze the back of my hand, how others seemed to press their mouths against my fingers and the amusement that seem to glitter in the eyes of the young woman beside me when she finally joined me by the waterside. “they seem happy today,” I note softly to her. “the weather is kind to them today.”

There’s silence before I look back over to willow and find her watching my hands move about the fish, her eyes was in a state of peace and it was the most honest look I’ve ever seen in anyone’s eyes. ‘do you think fish enjoy their lives, ███ ?’ it was a question I didn’t expect. After all, who would think of something like that ? I was silent in response to her question, still leaning over to toy and gentle graze my fingertips against the slick fish tails as they swam by.

“I don’t know. What do you think, willow ?” there’s curiosity that fills my mind now that the question tossed up into the air now has my attention, she seemed to have taken the time to think about it. she seemed far more focus than I expected her to be unless she was working on her own studies or helping the maids with whatever they needed despite not having to do such things. I was amused, for a second I wanted to poke the area between her eyebrows that furrowed in thought. She seemed to be thinking too much into it, not that I minded such things.

‘….. I think they’d be sad. Or well, I think they are sad.’ Well, that wasn’t an answer I thought I would receive. ‘I’d imagine doing nothing but swimming around, trying to survive the aquatic life… wouldn’t that be such a sad way to live life ?’ I’m even more taken back by what she says, but it doesn’t stop me from looking back down to the fish and continued to gently toy with them, not as if I held any purpose doing so. But I enjoyed spending time with them, they helped me relax and I always made sure I took care of all their needs before returning inside. At first, they feared me and only came to eat once I gave them their food and backed away, if I took one step closer as they ate, they’d flee immediately. My silence was grating on her mind from the looks of it by the way she began to fidget with her hands. ‘ I didn’t say anything…. Weird, right, ███ ?’ I looked at her and shook my head.

“I’m trying to view it the way you are. That’s all.” I respond soon after and eventually see her let out a heavy sigh of relief. There wasn’t anything to judge her on, she had a unique way of life, she viewed it far differently than I did and I knew this. i, ███, grew up differently than she did. I grew up in a way that she didn’t, and I always wondered what it was like to look through her eyes and see what she saw every day, even if they were short-lived moments. “I think you’re right. When… when you think about it, they do seem to live simple lives. Filled with survival, like a cycle.” When I said those words, she smiled and nodded fervently, elated to see that I understood her thoughts.

‘y-yeah ! that’s what I was thinking !’ she admits, confirming my assumption of her actions.

‘hey, ███ ?’ it’s past dinner time, where we already ate and excused ourselves from the hall. Ready to go off and have a little more free time before it was time for the lights to go out, I was taking the time to spend some more time outside in the yard, it was… a rather tasteless ‘hobby’ I found myself doing. Since I was young, and snuck out numerous times to the forests to play, I learned I was able to manipulate magic. How I came upon this was… a rather sad moment in a certain fox’s life, I was climbing the large roots of ancient trees that gave security to the animals that lived under it’s cozy shade. A canopy if you will, with small spots of sunshine poking its head through every now and then. I found it injured and leaning against one of these roots and for a moment, I was at a loss.

I didn’t know how I could help it and my father, he wasn’t home to make his journey over and if I went to my mother, she’d only scold me for touching a dying animal. That was… that was the difference between my mother and father, she was a noxian, she believed in the cycle of life as it should be, if people end up dying they should be left to their last moments. While my father, he would try to help a life, but if it was futile, a peaceful passing was his final gift to a life he barely knew. I… I believed in my father’s methods far more than my mother’s. She was a powerful woman, a beautiful force that ended up bending my father’s will in the sweetest ways. As he described it at least. I won’t lie, they were happy, they were playful and acted as if they were little kids together, my mother would sing joyfully while my father kept her close and they’d spin before she’d laugh….

But the fox in front of me was sad, I felt it. so, I tried to help it, I bandaged its wounds and tried to gather some things for it to eat, from what my father taught me about the wildlife around here, foxes were able to eat berries. And I knew just where to find the safe ones, considering… I nearly ate the bad ones a year back due to my ignorance. Once I made my return and I gently offered them to the fox, it nibbled weakly at them. It didn’t try to deny my help, it didn’t try and deny any of it. but it wasn’t long that the fox was gradually losing its life to the wound, the few hours I spent trying to get things for it to try and help it, they weren’t helping. If anything, I was prolonging its death. And the moment it truly did die, I was sad. But I just sat there, silently, as it died in front of me. I didn’t cry because I knew I did what I could, I didn’t do anything that would be the equivalent as to fighting something that was natural. I simply sat there, silently saying a prayer as taught.

It was getting dark out and I was supposed to be home, but I remained there for whatever reason I tried making for myself, but I knew that it was time to get up and leave. It wasn’t as if I had any reason to stay longer, but when I touched the fox’s wounded leg that was wrapped with fabric from my shirt. The scene that played before me was something I never thought I’d ever see in my life, smoke rose---- no it blossomed. It blossomed into beautiful curls of smoke, then butterflies began to dance and soar into the sky above my head, flowers, blooming and petals gently falling from their short-lived existence, I didn’t know what it was. Was it me ? was it the fox ? what ? what was it ? but I noticed the smoke that left my fingertips, it was me. I caused that. ….did the fox find its way safely ?

‘███ ? …..hey, ███ !’ the voice that called me forced me from my reminiscent thoughts and while I toyed with the flowers that were in front of me thoughtlessly. Willow was calling my name and when I finally turned to look at her, she seemed worried, I was in a daze for a moment before blinking some helped me clear my mind and focus on her voice calling out to me. Her expression seemed strained at the ordeal and sighed heavily before speaking again, ‘you were zoned out again, weren’t you ? really, what goes on in your mind that has you looking so sad ?’ I looked… sad ? I guess I can’t control that, considering I was thinking back to something a bit melancholic, I admit it. I do find myself thinking about things as that often, ever since my father…. passed away, I’ve been off in my own world more than the real world.

“no, I’m fine, really, I was just remembering something. did you… did you need something, willow ?” I speak after I shake my head, such a worrier, this one. she seemed to have something on her mind once again, but I didn’t pry into such until I found her asking yet, another interesting question.

She seemed to have lolled her head from left to right subtly before she began to speak, ‘I was thinking this for a long time now but, what do you want to do in the future ? like…. What do you want to be when you’re older ?’ what I wanted….

“I… I want to be a performer. I just want to perform for people, I enjoy it.” it was in that moment that I’ve never seen such a flash of happiness in her face before, the dim lights from the lanterns by the house catching the glitter in her eyes the moment I said such things. why did she seem so happy ?

‘I do too ! I didn’t think you would as well, ███ !’ that made me wonder, what did she think I wanted to do ? I didn’t ask her of course but her next words caught me off guard. Very much so: ‘let’s spend our future together !’ what she had just asked me finally hit her, I caught a glimpse of her blush heavily, it reached her ears and scorched her skin before I found her covering her mouth shyly. ‘I-I mean, I want to perform with you------ when we’re older. I didn’t mean------’

I laughed, the back of my hand moving to cover my mouth. I laughed more, the heat of a blush daring to gradually grow on my face was the least of my worries in this moment as it was a question I finally had a quick answer to. one I didn’t have to think about. when I finally looked back to willow, she was embarrassed, deeply so, but she put on the bravest face I’ve ever seen before and I nodded curtly before speaking to her. “I’d love to share that dream with you, willow.” Her face expressed absolute bliss, as if she won a lifelong prize, like she conquered such an impossible task. But I didn’t expect her to reach out and wrap her arms around my neck in a hug, her voice was filled was glee and when I allowed a hand to touch her back, my eyes glancing over to the side. I heard her speak.

‘then it’s final ! let’s do our best, ███ !’

“then……i’m in your care, willow.”

‘as am I, ███ !’

I found my eyes opening suddenly, as if they were cloaked in a darkness I didn’t realize and the moment I sit up, I find myself in a familiar room. Paintings decorating the walls, a desk in front of me, and a numerous number of bookshelves off to the side. I blinked and found myself feeling heavy the moment it hit me, it was a dream. A long dream that felt so real. I catch a glimpse towards the picture frame that rests on the polished wooden surface and her face is shown to me, her smile vulnerable to me, oh how I never found myself so regretful of a kill than you, my love.

#HAVE YOU GUYS EVER HEARD THE SOUND OF A BLOODCURDLING SCREAM ??? #BC THAT'S ME RN BC I FINALLY FUCKING FINISHED IT #06. - setting the stage. out of character. #my drabbles #09. - the mind of the virtuoso. headcanons.

[poly-bus]

Omega Verse - Basically407

All prompts used in these drabbles belong to the following Tumblr account: http://rockinrpmemes.tumblr.com/post/119136379661/abo-starters-send-one-for-my-muses-reaction

 First Prompt used: 1-: ��Why are you resisting your nature?”

Marcel and the guys split up into equal groups; 2 YouTubers per room. It depended upon their role in the universe; Omega, Beta, or Alpha. They got matched up within the same roles.

However, a certain Omega didn’t speak out. Big mistake, since he was paired with Marcel, an Alpha, of all people. They couldn’t smell Scott to make sure he was an Alpha, they had to trust him.

So they booked the rooms, everyone equally spread out; besides an odd number of Omega’s and Alpha’s who ended up not sharing a room after all.

But when Scott entered his shared room with Marcel, the smell of cinnamon was gravely present in the bathroom. “Hey, Marcel! I’m he-!”

His instincts punched him in the gut and he felt a sudden heat engulf his brain and groin. With a panicked expression, he dove for his duffle bag on his bed and shoveled out his suppressants.

Thankfully, their hotel door was now shut and locked thanks after he entered. But the only issue was he was sharing a room with an Alpha that his instincts desired. HIS OWN BEST FRIEND.

“Scott? What’s that scent?”

Scott’s face flushed as the door crept open slowly, a quizzical look from his  Alpha friend leaving him biting his lip nervously. He was caught by his best friend, throwing two pills into his mouth and freezing up with the bottle in his hands.

“Scott... Are you...an Omega?”

Scott sheepishly rubbed his arm and nodded, “Yeah... But I... Yeah...” He sighed, defeated by his own crucial mistake.

“Scott, this is really bad. We need to go see if one of the Omegas have room-”

Scott cut him off, “I can’t house with them.”

“Why?”

“I didn’t want anyone to know... Actually..”

“For your safety and mine, Scott! We have to get you housed in with ano- What are you doing?”

Scott held onto his arm tighter, his face flustering as the heat pooled in his gut again. Marcel could smell it stronger, his face flushing red as well as he finished buttoning up his shirt. Scott shuddered as a concerned look evidently took place on Marcel’s facial features.

“W-What? I’m not doing a-anything?”

“Are you...?”

“I’m not!” Scott retaliated, “This has n-never happened to me b-before...”

“You’re in heat!”

“Marcel, Sh-shut up!” Scott flustered crimson, his eyes squeezing shut as he practically melted to the floor, falling to his knees as his head felt loopy. His vision blinked in n out as he resisted the instincts and urges.

“Scott!” Marcel shook the male, covering his nose with his shirt, “Is this because of me? O-or because there’s just an Alpha in the room?”

Scott panted heavily, “I-I....y-you...”

Marcel overlooked the pill bottle with surprise, “You haven’t been bonded or claimed yet, Scott? What the hell?! You are literally an adult now! You’re able to drink alcohol for fuck’s sake, Scott!”

“C-Can’t risk it...”

Marcel stared at him with wide eyes, “Have you been resisting your urges, Scott? This whole time?”

Next Prompt: 22-: “Your cycle is fucked up because of all those suppressants you took.”

Scotty slept peacefully a mere minute before Marcel went to shower. But when he returned, Scotty was loopy and stumbling around like a drunken idiot on a late Saturday night. But the scent that drifted around alarmed Marcel, didn’t he have his heat three weeks ago??? It was a one time a month thing!

“Scott?” Marcel’s voice sounded hoarse and exhausted from a late night of gaming with the guys.

Scott flashed him a quick grin of reassurance, “I-I’m fine. Really.”

Marcel frowned, “How many suppressants did you take last time?”

Scotty froze up and slowly counted in his mind, 6.... 9.... 15... 23... 30...

“Oh no...” Scotty flinched, “I took way over the amount prescribed...”

“Babe.” Marcel frowned at him even more, “Please tell me you didn’t. I was gone for such a short time, too. Scotty, we have a convention in three days!”

Scott felt tears prick at his eyes, rubbing his right arm sheepishly, “I-I know, damn it... I didn’t know what would happen, okay? If I fucking knew, d-do you think I’d be in such h-horrible shit right now!?”

Marcel softened up and sighed, stepping closer and wrapping his arms around the sniffling Omega. “You’re so vulnerable sometimes, Scott. Read labels from now on.”

He nodded silently in his arms, his hands tightly squeezing Marcel as close as he could. His face was buried in the darker man’s neck, his body lightly trembling as he sobbed.

Marcel rubbed his back comfortingly, “I know... You hate this shit.”

Scotty sniffed again before responding, “It fucking sucks.”

“Shit, this means you can’t go to the convention.”

“W-What?”

“You shouldn’t take any more suppressants.”

“I’ll just take two of them, okay?”

“No, Scott. We’re staying indoors together, okay?”

Scotty flinched, “J-Just don’t jump me, you asshole.”

Marcel flushed red, “Shut up, Scotty.”

Third Prompt: 42-: “I never thought I wanted a mate until I met you." 

“Hey Marcel, ever think that you’ve found... ya know... the one?”

“Nah, I don’t usually care for that shit.”

“You don’t care for finding a mate?” Scotty felt a lump grow in his throat, his mind running depressing thoughts through his head as he leaned against the wall.

Marcel turned to Scott, “Scotty, this is usually a bad subject for you. Why are you asking me?”

“I’ve been... reconsidering... some ideas.” He mumbled in response.

“Reconsidering? Elaborate for me, Scott.”

Scott flinched as Marcel stepped closer to him and the wall. “Well... uh... I just thought... maybe I want a mate.”

Marcel looked at him skeptically, “Right. Who would be your mate, Scott? Your ex girlfriend? Some random chick at Starbucks?”

“No.. I was hoping it’d be...” Scott paused, shook his head, and pushed himself off the wall, “Nevermind.”

“Nevermind?” Marcel questioned further, standing in Scott’s way.

“Yeah, drop it bro.”

“I’m not droppin’ it. Who’d you hope it would be, Scott?”

“They don’t want a mate so never mind. That’s all, okay? I don’t want to talk about it!” Scott rose his voice, Marcel flinching before retalliating and pushing Scott against the wall roughly.

“Well, tell me who this bitch is anyway!”

“Why are you getting upset over this?!”

“Because, Scott, you want a mate and you’re hoping it’ll be a certain person who apparently doesn’t want a mate. I wanna help out!”

“You can’t help me out with this, Marcel, so just drop it!” Scott swallowed the lump in his throat as much as he could, pushing Marcel from him and stomping towards the door.

“Scott, please, just tell me. Who wouldn’t want to be mates with you?” Marcel frowned, watching his friend pause for a moment and send him a glare.

He formed a grin when Scott seemed to sigh and relax in submission, “Fine.”

Scott turned towards Marcel and let out a softer sigh, “It’s you.”

Marcel was stunned, his eyes were wide and his mouth formed a small ‘o’. Scott scoffed and turned, running out the door quickly. Marcel stuttered for a bit, there was no way he was that dense.

He pulled his phone from his pocket and dialed Scott’s number, “fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.”

When the phone went straight to voice mail, Marcel knew he fucked up. “fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.”

He raced out the door just in time to see Scott climbing in his car. He ran down the steps and skipped a few, hopping to the ground as fast as he could, “fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.”

He could see Scott scrambling for his keys to start the ignition but  Marcel was quicker, rushing to the driver’s seat and pulling open the door.

He immediately plopped down into Scott’s lap and placed his lips on Scott’s. He heard a gasp and immediately dove his tongue into his mouth, searching for the other’s emotion through his eyes, his fingers tenderly placed on Scott’s right cheek.

Scott blushed red, reciprocating the kiss and forcing as much passion as he could into it. They swirled tongues for a few seconds, Marcel’s hands wrapping around Scott’s mid-section while Scott linked his arms around Marcel’s head.

When they broke apart, Marcel slet out a soft whisper before connecting their lips again, “I didn’t know I wanted a mate so bad until I met you, mother fucker.”

#basicallyidowrk #basicallyido407 #basically407 #407 #fourzer0seven #fourzeroseven #fanfiction #fanfic #drabble #omegaverse #one #shot #oneshot #drabbles #cute #cute af #short but cute #short but sweet #happy ending

[kalosstarters]

Drabble 1. “Come over here and make me”

It’s Alain and Mairin’s anniversary, and Mairin decides to surprise Alain. But as per usual, things don’t quite go the way she wants them to go. Or do they? T for adult themes in the end of the drabble (nothing explicit though).

I decided to start practicing summaries... just because. I feel I’ve already used the “kitchen trope” too much when it comes to this pairing, but meh, it’s such a good trope. The mandatory note that Mairin is 19 and Alain is 24 in this drabble. Requested by @modeststroke, and you can sorta blame @fairy-amy for this idea.

It was Alain and Mairin’s two-year anniversary, and Alain had gone out to buy something nice for the temperamental redhead in honor of the day. Meanwhile, Mairin decided to take advantage of the time that she had alone in their new apartment where they had moved into just a few weeks earlier, and planned on cooking a nice dinner. Alain had made clear he did not want her to cook or bake anything in the kitchen (he had claimed it was because she had enough to take care of with her gym and their Pokémon, but she knew better), and usually she would have agreed that it would be better if she didn’t do that, but today was special. 

Mairin started lifting pans and different ingredients on the table, but she soon noticed that she couldn’t reach the mixer in a cupboard because it was in the top shelf. She looked around, and noticed a tall chair right behind her. “Perfect,” she thought. “That will help me.”

Being as clumsy as she was, it was always risky to stand so high, but she braced herself and climbed on the chair. Just when she had opened the cupboard door, and was about to reach for the mixer, she heard a voice behind her. 

“What is happening here? Don’t tell me...”

Mairin hadn’t noticed that Alain had arrived until he spoke, and she startled so badly that she started falling. Luckily Alain was close enough to catch her, but he wasn’t looking happy when she turned to face him. 

“Mairin, why are you doing this? I thought we had agreed on ordering in today.”

“I... guess I wanted to surprise you... since it’s our anniversary...”

Alain felt bad for her, because she really just wanted to do something nice for him, but said anyway:

“I really am not asking this to offend you, but when was the last time you have cooked something successfully?”

“Hey, those poké puffs I made last month would have turned out just fine if I had remembered to put the timer on! I just got distracted!” she reminded him and puffed her cheeks angrily.

“Why did you come home already anyway?” she asked, realizing he had returned from his trip too early.

“I forgot something. But now that I know what you are doing here, I don’t think I want to leave.”

“Oh really? Just come over here and make me stop!” Mairin yelled from the other side of the room, where she had run with the mixer, bowl, pan and the ingredients in her hands. 

“Maybe I will!” Alain answered, and after a little while of playing tag he managed to catch her. He took the objects from Mairin’s hands, set them on the table, and closed the space between the two of them. He lifted her chin so she had to look at him into his eyes, and she felt the same tingle she had felt many times in similar situations with him. 

“Mairin? Can you please leave the cooking for some other day? I don’t want to end this day by having to call the Squirtle squad here...” Alain pulled her back to earth.

“Fine. But only if...” she started suggestively.

“Yes? I’m listening,” he raised his eye brows, already knowing from her face what she had in her mind.

“...You cook with me tomorrow!” she finished the sentence. That was not what Alain was expecting to hear. It was not like she really liked cooking in the first place, so this sudden enthusiasm definitely caught him off guard. Besides, Alain knew that Mairin had been shopping for new underwear for a very long while the other day, and usually the face she just made would have meant that she wanted to test them. 

“If you really want it that badly... fine,” he finally accepted. 

“Oh my Arceus, you should have seen your face!” Mairin started giggling like a crazy at his answer. When she was able to breathe again, she added:

“No, Alain, I don’t actually want to do it that badly. I was just testing you. But it would be nice if you some day let me do it. Now, however... if you are going to stay here with me... I do have some plans for us in my mind.”

“What are the Pokémon doing?” Alain asked quickly, looking around to see if any of them were nearby. 

“I took them to Sycamore’s for today, they are happy to play there with their friends. He doesn’t mind watching over them for a little bit.” Mairin replied, and Alain gave her a rare mischievous smile. 

“Is that so? In that case we could put your plans into practice right here, right now.” 

“Hold your Ponytas, mister,” she giggled, but leaned in for a kiss that soon deepened, and Alain carried her to their bedroom. Soon Mairin even forgot he hadn’t bought her that present after all. However, he did make up for it in other ways.

#oh goshhhhhhhh #the things i write #marissonshipping #my fics #mairin #alain #(definitely romantic one in this case) #sorry i was lazy which is why the language probably sucks #no can do english is still not my first language #@ torrence you finally got what you wanted #also lol i really like using pokemon names instead of real animal names