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wordsofhoneydew · 1 month

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fic rec time!! lfg

here i compiled a list of 11 amazing fics under 500 kudos!! you have angst, smut, fluff, pinging, grief, hurt/comfort. you fucking name it, it’s here.

happy reading!

Invisible by @nocoastposts [100, G]

For the Brownstone Discord Server's weekly drabble prompt "invisible".

Total Eclipse by @myheartalivewrites [1k, T]

Alex is not sure what the fuck is happening here.

“And if you only hold me tight…”

A man—probably the most beautiful man he has ever seen—is up on stage in this karaoke bar, absolutely murdering Bonnie Tyler’s Total Eclipse of the Heart and he’s pretty sure the guy is crying and it’s one of the most horrifying things he’s ever seen and Alex cannot. Look. Away.

Be Mine (And Be Yourself) by @itsmaybitheway [9k, E]

It starts with a misunderstanding, the way it always does with them.

Early on in their relationship, when there wasn’t even a relationship to speak of, the misunderstandings used to feed the animosity.

Then they’ve turned into something softer when their relationship turned into something softer. Purposefully misunderstanding each other just to take a jab, messing around for the fun of it or turning an innocent comment into a filthy innuendo and watching the other squirm.

But this? Oh a misunderstanding has never been this delicious, this appetizing. This one feels like the door to fucking sexy Narnia and Alex can not wait to eat those delicious Turkish delights

OR Henry just wants to be Alex's pretty little princess and Alex will make sure he gets his wish! AKA my Valentine's Day fic with housewife!Henry

it's so hard to get to heaven with my head in my hands by @anincompletelist [6k, M]

His mother would have a fit if she could see him now, taking comfort he isn’t owed from men he shouldn’t want it from. But Henry wipes his tears with the back of his hand and Alex begins singing the dulcet tune of a Spanish lullaby and George feels, perhaps for the first time in his life, like he belongs.

the tragic flaw is that they hide the truth (that you’re enough, you’re enough) by srrafoxjournals [6k, NR]

Alex has been staring.

For weeks now, actually.

Henry had originally chalked it up to Alex being, well, Alex. But lately, Henry can’t help but take it in as more than just his boyfriend's usual oddness.

Or: After gaining some weight, Henry feels self conscious. Alex however, loves his tummy.

blurred lines. by seafloor [5k, E]

Henry is a lovesick writer; Alexander a charismatic bartender. They’re still fated to fall into bed at some point.

I will/I will/We will by @tintagel-or-cockleshells [6k, T]

Alex's wedding planning business is going from strength to strength, but if he never has another wedding at Mountchristen Manor it will be too soon. He just can't get along with Henry, the venue coordinator, and the feeling is mutual. But when push comes to shove, the couple's big day has to come first.

I’ll be with him again soon by mymistakesweremade4u [3k, T]

It's sometime in mid-January, just a couple of months shy of his 95th birthday, when Henry finds himself surrounded by family in his and Alex's bedroom.

Or, Alex and Henry grew old together.

beg you on my knees (to stay) by @littlemisskittentoes [13k, E]

“Up.” Henry keeps the tone low. Controlled.

Alex is often frantic to follow commands, his limbs falling over themselves in his haste to obey. There’s no sign of that rushed need now. He takes his time, unfolding himself leisurely.

“You’re bold,” Henry monotones. He takes calculated steps forward, punctuating each slow stride with the unbutton and roll of his shirt sleeves. “I’ll give you that.”

“You’re only now realizing? Thought you were brighter than that, baby.”

keep me up all night / i wanna scratch your surface by @firenati0n [1k, M]

They step inside, greeted by moonlight streaming through the windows, illuminating their living room in a dreamy light; it’s enough to see outlines and shapes, enough to keep everything just a little bit secretive, a little softer around the edges.

Henry moves his hand to flick on the kitchen light, and Alex’s hand shoots out to grab his wrist. Henry looks down at him questioningly, blue eyes sparkling even with the absence of light. Alex always feels a little off-kilter around him, Henry both his center of gravity and his reason for vertigo. He’s stabilizing, and dizzying, and everything.

Alex’s thumb and index finger circle Henry’s slender wrist, exerting the slightest pressure. He feels Henry's pulse jump under his thumb.

“Get on the couch.”

don’t let me get drunk again by @getmehighonmagic [3k, E]

Alex had never wanted to cancel plans as much as he had while watching Henry pull a pair of light wash, tight jeans over his stockinged legs and bare ass.

Christ, he’s getting hard thinking about it now.

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eternal-kosmo-ghoul · 5 months

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⭒❃.✮:▹ holiday hoes

“so if you’re keen to listen, here’s an offer i’ll propose. let me work and i’ll provide you with a touch o’ that gold!” —liquid gold, lackadaisy

❝for the christmas spirit I’m going to be doing something… special, this year~

for the following days, i’ll be challenging myself to write an nsfw prompt that’s holiday related, based on the prompt list i gave myself. the masterlist will be posted soon enough, so stay tuned~❞ —kosmo

the list will update as each day passes. all fics are NSFW and must be read with caution!

ALL readers are gender neutral, however some fics may have gendered body language.

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✿ prompts ✿

1. “all dolled up” — phantom x reader, lingerie

- you wanted to look extra pretty for phantom on the holiday season

2. “a different kind of warmth” — swiss x reader, cockwarming

- when the icy cold temperatures hits, swiss has his own unique way of warming you up

3. “gingerbread houses” — aurora x reader, food play

- what a fun little activity to do with aurora! surely she won’t have any other ideas in mind… right?

4. “red ribbon” — rain x reader, bondage

- there was leftover ribbon from gift wrapping that you decided to use, and maybe you’re just the best gift for rain

5. “naughty list” — terzo x reader, spanking

- how sad… you ended up on the naughty list, looks like papa terzo will have to ingrain some discipline into you

6. “candle queen” — sodo x reader, wax play

- the scent of the candles just made this year extra cozy, maybe sodo has some tricks up his sleeve for how to make things cozier

7. “frosted windows” — cirrus x reader, mirror sex

- the fogged windows are perfect places to trace pretty little shapes on, cirrus however has a different shape in mind

8. “come watch me play” — vessel x reader, exhibitionism

- vessel likes to put on a show for the christmas cheers. what kind of performance does he have in mind?

9. “unwrap your present” — cumulus x reader, stripping

- you came home from a long day of work, just finally getting that well deserved vacation. cumulus has a pleasant surprise waiting for you

10. “festive little fantasies” — copia x reader, toys

- your gift for copia surely got him excited….

11. “picture perfect” — iv x reader, aphrodisiacs

- ivy was not expecting this little christmas get together to get all.. steamy.. but now he has you all to himself

12. “not so angelic” — omega x reader, corruption kink

- the little angel that came down from heaven to spread the joyous spirit… surely omega won’t try anything

13. “holiday blow” — iii x reader, blowjob

- as iii is writing letters to his loved ones, you decided to give him a little treat underneath his desk

14. “stuffed like a present” — mountain x reader, cum bulge

- mountain wants to give you something that’ll leave you completely filled

15. “nice list” — secondo x reader, praise kink

- what a good pet you’ve been… and it looks like secondo has taken notice

16. “blind to the light” — ii x reader, blindfolding

- ii wanted to add more spice to the bedroom for this year, and spoil you prettily for his holiday affairs.

17. “give you more” — zephyr x reader, overstimulation

- you decided to be extra generous to zephyr, and assist him when he’s in dire need of some love and affection

18. “my special gift” — sunshine x reader, thigh riding

- sunshine has a special way of showing off what’s hers.

19. “miss me on holiday season” — aether x reader, sexting

- aether is away for the festive spirits, that doesn’t stop you from missing him though

20. “just this once” — ifrit x reader, hate sex

- stuck in a log cabin with an old enemy, except ifrit’s been feeling extra lonely this christmas

21. “take me to church” — swiss x reader, blasphemy kink

- christmas is all about celebrating the birth of jesus… swiss wants to show you off to him

22. “forever ingrained” — vessel x reader, photography

- a new polaroid camera? vessel is getting a few ideas on what to do with it…

23. “christmas tree” — phantom x reader, public sex

- while searching for the perfect christmas tree, phantom finds himself needing some attention

24. “sharing is caring” — sodo and rain x reader, threesome

- sodo and rain learn to share their special gift

25. “merry christmas” — all era iv ghouls x reader, fuck party

- the ministry is all decorated in festive decor and it truly feels like the holidays are in season! now… what do these ghouls want to do with you?

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#ghost fanfiction #sleep token fanfiction #ghost bc x reader #sleep token x reader #the band ghost x reader #papa emeritus x reader #nameless ghouls x reader #vessel x you #vessel x reader #holiday prompts #holiday writing #smut prompts #smutty drabble #ghost bc smut #nameless ghoul smut #sleep token smut #spicy content #christmas prompts

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cosmicstarlatte · 7 months

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Levi A-Z Smut HCs (Obey Me!)

⬅Back to Smut HC A-Z Masterlist ◇

18+ only, minors do not interact.

My personal headcanons using this [prompt list]

The goal is to finish the whole list; you are welcome to request a letter so I get to it faster. I will work on it as quick as I can but keep in mind I do have a life & responsibilities lol. ^^

Last Updated: Oct.1.2023 (9 out of 26)

⚠️Notes: I'll tag any sections if needed. If you think a section needs a tag, kindly let me know.

A: Affair (Describe an extra-marital affair)

B: Birthday (Describe birthday sex)

C: Compliments (Mid- and post-sex compliments)

D: Dry Humping (Describe a dry-humping scene)

tags: punishment, humiliation Every once in a while you need to punish him, either he spent way too much on otaku merch or he's been missing classes too much, whatever. You'll usually sit on him & tease him as he tries to play on his PC. He knows what you're doing & he begs to feel you, please he'll 'do better' he says. Unfortunately for him his poor cock won't get that sweet relief exactly. he can beg & whine all he wants & rub desperately against you but he's still gonna have to cum in his pants.

E: Experimenting (Trying something new)

F: Firsts (First time having sex together)

It was clumsy & cute. The poor otaku was so nervous, he couldn't believe he could bag such a baddie. Someway somehow even with the nervousness he still felt calm with you, if that makes any sense. He was more worried about you than him & he just wanted to make you feel good. especially when he came rather quickly before the 1st round. Anyway, the nerd is packin' & those hands & tongue work skillfully. ...You definitely went a few good rounds into the night & left each other a mess before finally taking a sweet bath together. After, you guys cuddled under a warm blanket & watched a lighthearted anime. ♡

G: Gentle (Describe gentle/loving mid-sex gestures)

H: Handsy (When they can’t keep their hands to themselves)

I: Initiator (Who initiates most of the time? How?)

J: Jealous (“Claiming” a partner)

tags: Possessive, Love bites/Marking, Scenting Sweetie, he's the avatar of envy. When it's extreme, there's no hiding it, he gives in. That sweet shy nervous otaku? Gone. He's bringing & giving grand admiral energy, he's giving 'one of the powerful lords of hell.' Sure he could summon Lotan or use something else if he wants to, but all he really needs is to say "Go away" in a icy cold voice & glare that makes thousands of soldiers shiver. You almost feel sorry for any bastard that tries to make him jealous. Even after they leave though, he wants nothing more but to mark you with visible love bites & rub his scent all over you. He made it easily known to his brothers to not touch what's his.

K: Kitchen (Describe a sex scene in the kitchen)

L: Likes (What they like in the bedroom)

M: Morning (Describe morning sex)

It happens frequently hehe. You tend to stay over a lot to watch a marathon or play games. Levi's libido is strong, he's always down to fuck in the morning, it brightens his spirit. Watching you take his cock & filling you up right before school is the perfect way to start the day. It's especially motivating when he knows you walk around the entire day with his cum between your legs, he cant wait to come home & fuck you again. (If he can wait that long)

N: Never (Things they would never try)

O: Orgasm (Describe coming--who comes first? What do they say? How does the other person know it’s approaching?)

P: Playlist (A playlist for getting down and dirty; will probably include a lap dance song, a song for making love, and a song that represents their sex life)

Q: Quiet (Reaction to a quiet partner)

You know what I'm not gonna lie, I think he'd be just a tad disappointed at first. Of course he reminds himself a lot of porn is fake anyway & then he really tunes in to the small delicious sounds you do reveal. The faces you make. The little bits you let him hear are still so very fucking hot & sexy. He's the one making you sound like that either way~

R: Ruttish (Signs that they’re horny)

Ah...Levi is easy. He's not very good at hiding it. A flushed face and a small sheen of sweat to him. He gets a little extra irritable as well. The biggest sign is the tent in his pants when he's around you. Sorry, but he doesn't hide it very well, it's obvious when he looks like he's trying to hide something when he tries to cover up down there. (I wonder if he does it on purpose?)

S: Safe Word (How often is the safe word used? Why?)

T: Teasing (Who’s the tease in the relationship? What do they do? How often?)

U: Undressing (Strip teasing a partner)

V: Videos (Sending NSFW videos to each other)

Do you realize what you've done? The first time you sent him a video, he got instantly hard & couldnt stop cumming to that video. Unfortunately for him he kept getting hard any time he thought about it that week, it was embarrassing walking around with a constant erection. His first few videos in response were a little clumsy, but it turned you on. He was a loud moaner & he loved to whimper. Little whiney pants when he was getting close always did it for you. He made sure to take better video, especially audio when he learned you really loved his moans. ♡

W: Wedding Night (Consummating the marriage)

tags: overstimulation The only thing on his mind is getting you off the entire night until you're crying & begging him to stop. Until you're drained. He knows it's about the two of you celebrating but...you're his life partner now! He's so grateful you chose him out of everyone. Please let him worship you tonight, lay back & let him handle it. He promises he's enjoying this as much as you are. Promise.

X: XXX (What kind of porn does the person watch? How often?)

tags: double dicks, creepy!pervy!levi I'm not going to lie to y'all, Levi's a freak. (Okay we knew this) He watches all kinds of porn, both real & hentai. I'd say it's nearly an every day thing, it's hard taking care of two monster cocks & he needs to empty his balls. His favorite? POV hentai vids. Especially ones that look like you... Perhaps he has a few commissioned hentais where they look like the two of you...

Y: Yawn (How they sleep post-sex)

Z: Zoo (Their animalistic qualities in the bedroom)

#Levi:#obey me #obey me leviathan #obey me smut #obey me headcanons #obey me leviathan smut #obey me leviathan headcanons #obey me smut headcanons #obey me leviathan x reader #obey me leviathan x you #obey me leviathan x mc #obey me levi #◇˖・ﾟ— › cosmic obey me . ⊹

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thisismeracing · 1 year

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Omg #10 for mick? gimme the angst

Thank you for the request, love! Hope you like how it turned out to be 💛

From the Quick Prompt List: 10. “I regret meeting you”

word count: 1.1k (I GOT CARRIED AWAY, IM SO SORRY LOL)

pairing: reader (she/her pronouns) x mick schumacher

warnings: angst, not proofread, mentions of a breakup, and someone missing a grad party. no happy endings.

They met through mutual friends, which most people labeled as destiny because Yn and Mick were pole opposites. While he was usually private, she overshared. Where he was shy, she was the social butterfly. And where he liked to have everything planned from the start, she loved doing things spontaneously. Their friend groups were different too, but for some reason, they ended up at the same party one night. Both were stressed with life, and both were not really in the mood for the noisy music and drunk talk, so they had the same idea: climb the house roof and watch everything from afar.

It should feel weird sharing the space with a stranger, the silence should be uncomfortable, but Mick brushed this aside before climbing and asking if it was ok to sit with her. And he was surprised the first few minutes of silence were not awkward but rather comforting, and the conversation that came right after was even better. The German remembered thinking about how beautiful she was, how her smile was contagious, it made him want to smile as well. They talked and drank from their bottles until it was empty and Mick left to grab more. It was hours before people started going home and Yn's friend called her to leave. She saw the way his shoulders sagged, she remembered thinking how cute it was that he seemed really interested in everything she wanted to say, and so it felt natural when they exchanged phone numbers and went as far as to text right when they got home.

It felt natural when he kissed her the second time they saw each other. It also felt natural when she referred to him as "boyfriend". Everything they did around each other felt natural for around a year until it didn't.

It did not feel natural when Mick promised to show up to a panel Yn was speaking at University, but she liked him and everything else felt natural so she told herself it was his hectic life, his work. It did not feel natural, but she told herself it was.

It did not feel natural when she called and Mick did not pick up because Mick never not-answered unless he was racing, which he was not doing because it was not qualifying or race day. Yn remembers one time when she fell down and twisted her ankle and the lady at the hospital called her emergency contact which happened to be his, that day it was race day, from the math she did in her head it was about an hour or so before the race started, but he still picked up and he tried to stay with her until the last possible minute. So obviously it was not normal for him to not pick up during regular days. Still, Yn told herself that maybe he was busy with something, maybe he was on a work call, maybe his phone was dead. It did not feel natural, but she told herself it was.

It did not feel natural when Yn was talking about her research at the university and Mick zoned out because Mick never zoned out on her. Quite the opposite, he would tune everyone down and focus solely on Yn when she was speaking. She used to have his undying attention, but that night his mind was elsewhere, and he was not able to mask it. When Yn asked what was going on, the blonde apologized before explaining how stressed he was with the upcoming races. But she had experienced stressed Mick before and stressed Mick did a lot of things, however, he would never let work stress get to them like this. It did not feel natural, but she told herself it was.

It did not feel natural when he forgot planned dates at home when he missed a couple more calls, or when he would forget to kiss her goodbye or say I love you after every call. A lot of things stopped feeling natural, and Yn kept telling herself it was normal, that it was ok, except when she found herself crying at her graduation because her boyfriend promised to show up and never did. Her boyfriend who knew how sad it was for her not having her parents around, the same boyfriend who would always gush about how smart she was to everyone, that would make plans about things they would do at her graduation party, who gifted her a polaroid so that she would use it on the big day. Her boyfriend whose family did show up. Her boyfriend whose sister hugged her tight and apologized even though she was as clueless about the reason why Mick was not there as Yn. Her boyfriend whose mother took Yn under her wing, made sure to stay around Yn and went as far as to bring her home so that she would have a big breakfast in the morning and a pair of smiling faces congratulating her one more time.

It did not feel natural when Mick entered her apartment two days after her graduation party. An apologetic look on his face and a bouquet of flowers in his hand.

"I am so sorry, Yn," he mumbled, his eyes downcast on the ground. He couldn't even look at her face, too ashamed to do so, "I got carried away with race stuff and I was so stressed for some reason I thought your graduation would be next week and..."

"We're supposed to love each other, to support each other, but it feels like you're doing the opposite," their relationship did not feel natural and for the first time, she admitted it to herself.

"I know I've been a shitty boyfriend lately, but I'm just so stressed with ra-"

"Racing, I know," she interrupted. "I was just so stressed with graduation and finishing my research, securing my master's degree, and every other life commitment I have, but I tried my best not to let this spill on you. I was never a shitty girlfriend to you, and if I ever saw myself hurting you I would be mature enough to take a step back," her eyes are watery, never leaving his that now are finally looking at her. "I wish you would do the same to me, be honest, and not make me suffer," she confesses.

"I didn't want to lose you, I was trying. I am trying!" Mick ran his free hand through his hair before ditching the flowers on her couch and using his other hand to rub his face.

"I'm afraid it's too late, Mick" Yn whispered. "I regret meeting you. I'm done with whatever this relationship turned out to be."

When he walked out of her door and she took a long breath of air into her lungs, no longer worried about something that did not feel right, it felt natural.

I listened to "Out of Love" by Alessia Cara while writing this, this is no important info, but I felt like sharing lol

Hope you guys like it! <3 Make sure to like and reblog, and lmk your thoughts on this piece (you can use the anon option, don't be shyyyy)

#f1 imagine #f1 imagines #mick schumacher imagine #mick schumacher x reader #millie writes #blurbs #mick schumacher #prompt party #requests #ms47

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retrowave-racer · 10 days

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Coaster Maynia 2024 Day 1 - TOP THRILL 2

“One of the most common after effects of the anomalies, was many seemingly ordinary humans acquiring inhuman amounts of speed. Rita Ferraro was one of them of course, but found her new ability a mix of a blessing and a curse, thus deciding to join a support group for people like her. It was in this group, she met people like Enzo, a full of himself speedster who she briefly was in a relationship with, only for that to end very soured. Rita however met many others with her ability who were kind and supportive. Topher Thomson was one of them, in the support group since 2003. They were friendly, upbeat and positive, and always trying to uplift and support others who were struggling. Topher themselves was a bit clumsy much like Rita, tending to fall backwards during high speed runs and stumbling. But they never gave up, and Rita admired that. For many years Topher was a visible figure in the support group, helping others come to terms with their new abilities, making sure people were taking care of themselves and drinking and eating enough, tending to injuries of those still clumsy and running into things, and much more. But recently, they vanished for a period of time, worrying a lot in the community. Rita got word something had happened to her friend, and was desperate to run off as fast as she could to find them. But not long later, Topher returned, seeming brighter than ever, with a new sense of style and more control over their powers than before…”

Happy Coaster Maynia Season! Im so so so excited this year, I’ve gotten so much prep done ahead of time, as I want to get the lists done in time! I have a lot coming up at the end of the month anyways so I needed to be ready for it all! But yes, it’s been so fun working on the prompts this year, I’ve been doing these template backgrounds for each day, and plan to write up little blurbs to further develop each character! Also in terms of the best of list, Im prioritizing the main, but do plan to go back to the second one once the first list is done! As I plan to make the art for the best of list a bit more detailed and with backgrounds! Stay tuned for those pieces…..

But yes! Good luck and have fun to everyone else participating, and if you are, share your art with me! I want to share as many other coaster maynia entries to my socials this year!

@coastermaynia

#original character #oc #character design #personified rollercoasters #coaster maynia #CoasterMaynia #coastermaynia2024 #top thrill 2 #cedar point

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lillian-gallows · 7 months

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Kinktober Day 6: Thigh Riding with Din Djarin.

Pairing: Din Djarin x Fem!Reader Word Count: 750 (short but hot) Warnings: Thigh riding (ofc), lotta dirty talk. Kinktober Master(sub)list.

Minors DNI

Your knee bounced as you watched Din go through preparations to take off, pressing buttons and flipping switches, something about it did something to you. Be it the surety with each motion, or the fact that it was him, you didn’t know, nor were you going to overthink it.

Not when the heat between your thighs was becoming unbearable, Maker the man in the pilot’s seat did things to you.

“Keep that up and I’m going to think you want something.” His voice was like a hammer through glass, so sudden and loud it felt deafening, and above all else, teasing.

“Hm?” You managed, not having been tuned in enough to really catch his words, nor able to string together an actual sentence.

You watched him turn to look at you, or rather his helmet, but you could feel the burn of his gaze on your bouncing knee, and in a second it stopped, though it felt like moving a mountain to do so, it was the only thing keeping you from crawling into his lap and begging him to fuck you within an inch of your life.

“If you can wait till hyperspace, we can take care of that.” He offered, and you could hear his smirk, he knew exactly what he made you feel, and he felt the same way, he was just better at hiding it.

“And if I can’t wait?” You asked, sounding clearer than you felt.

His helm turned back to you and you swore you could hear his brow lifting. “C’mere.” He said, patting his thigh.

“Huh?” You said dumbly, not having expected him to actually do something now.

“I said, come here. You’re going to ride my thigh, then I’m going to take off, then I’m going to take care of you properly.” He listed before you could feel him looking directly at your eyes. “Now don’t make me repeat myself.”

As quick as your knee had stopped moving, you were out of your seat and shuffling over to him, his hands gripped your hips to guide you how he wanted you, straddling his thigh facing him.

Your hands instinctively gripped his shoulders for stability, and when he felt you trying to hover over his leg, he kicked one of your feet out from under you, forcing you to rest your full weight on him.

You both stayed there for a long moment before he spoke again. “Go on, Cyar…Take what you need.” He prompted softly, and that was all you needed to begin rolling your hips against him, the hard metal of his beskar thigh guard was smoother than you would have liked, but it was solid enough to make used of your trouser zipper for friction and fuck did it feel amazing.

“There she is…” He purred through his modulator. “Poor thing. You’ve been so needy haven’t you? Couldn’t take another minute…” His words went straight to your core, pussy clenching around nothing, driving you crazy.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you soon, just take the edge off for now.” He husked and you could feel he was hard, you wanted to bag to open the front of his flight suit and ride him right then and there, but you knew how that would be met, and you weren’t looking for a punishment today.

Instead you pressed down harder, chasing your bliss as best you could, soft breathy gasps falling from your parted lips as you felt the knot low in your belly getting tighter and tighter. “C’mon, you’re so close…Cum for me, Cyar. Cum on my thigh…” He ordered, and like a magic word the knot broke, and you came shivering.

It was no where near as good as when he made you cum on his fingers, or better yet, his cock, but it was enough to get you till the ship reached hyperspace, then you knew you’d be in for it.

Rather than move you back to the copilot seat, Din help you in his lap with one arm wrapped around you while he finished flight prep, then took off with you still curled against him like it was nothing. Once those streaks of light started making their way across the window, he looked down at you, and if a person could see an expression through an emotionless helmet, you’d be seeing his heated gaze seconds before he scooped you up and took you back to his bunk.

He had a needy girl to take care of.

#din djarin x reader #din djarin smut #din djarin fanfiction #kinktober #kinktober2023

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sesamestreep · 4 months

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number 50 for the rogue one crew!! knowing full well that i have a prompt of yours regarding that very crew wallowing away in my inbox .... humblest apologies

50. the hands of fate (from this list) a quick sequel to this. cross-posted to ao3 here happy more joy day 2024 🩵🤍💙

Baze spent a good twenty years of his life listening to Chirrut tell him that they couldn't leave Jedha, whenever the subject arose. Baze's arguments—that their fellow Guardians were gone, that their religion had been all but wiped out, that their holy city was overrun by the Empire, and that there was nothing left for them there—had never made much of an impression. Chirrut remained adamant that they needed to stay and when Baze asked him why, he only said the reason would become apparent in time. Baze, at least, had a lifetime of experience listening to Chirrut's vague proclamations to prevent him from getting too annoyed with this non-explanation. Being more in-tune with the machinations of the Force than Baze is, and being deeply beloved by him regardless, Chirrut can get away with such things.

He'd almost shouted at him on the ship as they narrowly escaped the destruction on Jedha. Had that been why they needed to remain? So they could watch their home, already stripped of its autonomy and its peace for so long, finally be annihilated before their very eyes? His eyes. Chirrut does not—cannot—watch. He hadn't been sure who, of the two of them, was the luckier in that moment. But they hadn't been alone then. They were surrounded by strangers and, while he wasn't above giving Chirrut a piece of his mind with an audience present, he hesitated to give these people on whom their lives now depended the impression they'd picked up two raving mad men in the desert. After that, everything else had happened too quickly for Baze to have the luxury of deep contemplation and the matter had been pushed aside in favor of following the captain, of helping Jyn, of keeping an eye on their pilot. Arguing with Chirrut would have to wait.

Baze is ashamed to say he doesn't put it together on Scarif, not even when they'd all nearly died. He doesn't put it together when they're back with the Rebellion, keeping vigil in the medbay as, one by one, their crew—Rogue One, Bodhi had called it—healed up and moved on. He doesn't put it together even as he watches with mild amusement as Jyn and Cassian grow closer and closer like two trees twisting around each other in the wild, becoming inseparable as he and Chirrut did long ago. He doesn't put it together when what he once thought of as a natural tremor disappears entirely from Bodhi's voice, replaced with a tone of gentle command, or when the frost melts entirely from Jyn's demeanor when she interacts with her partner's droid and he is so entirely shocked when that same droid delicately—delicately!—inquires about Jyn's bloodwork halfway through her pregnancy and listens sympathetically as she rants about the medical droids the Rebellion employs that he can be forgiven for not noticing it then either.

No, he only puts it together when he's sitting with Kitri in his lap and she wraps her whole fist around his pointer finger and refuses to let go. It's a random, seemingly insignificant moment for his heart to stop and the whole of his life to suddenly come into sharp and coherent focus, but he assumes no one really gets to choose these things or their timing for themselves.

Next to him, Chirrut makes an inquisitive noise, which probably means Baze stopped right in the middle of speaking.

"This is why we couldn't leave Jedha," Baze says, impressed that he's managing any words at all right now amidst what could most reasonably be called a life-changing revelation. "This is what we were waiting for, all that time. Them."

"Of course," Chirrut says, wiggling his fingers within capturing distance for the baby, much to her amusement, not seeming to understand or appreciate that Baze is going through something at the moment. "You mean to tell me you didn't know that?"

"You're telling me you did?"

"Not beforehand. I'm not psychic," Chirrut says, as if such a thing is entirely ludicrous to believe. As if that's not how it sometimes feels to Baze when Chirrut describes the way the Force moves around them all. "But the moment I spoke to Jyn, I knew. That's why we followed her and the captain! What did you think I was up to, if you didn't know until now?"

"I thought it was one of your strange whims, Chirrut."

"It's been years, you daft old man," Chirrut laughs.

"Yes, well..."

Chirrut shakes his head, amused. "You really will follow me anywhere, won't you?"

"Yes," Baze says, only vaguely embarrassed by the admission. "Don't act surprised."

Kit makes a noise of objection from her spot in his lap, the smallest foreshadow of an all-out cry, probably because she hasn’t successfully captured Chirrut’s hand with her own yet in this simple but frustrating game he’s initiated. Across the room, Baze sees Cassian, who has dark circles under his eyes again after many years of looking healthier and better rested (though these ones have appeared under happier circumstances), start to rise from his seat, ever watchful over his daughter’s moods and needs. Before he can get far, Baze sees Jyn put a hand gently on his forearm to arrest him and an entirely silent conversation happens between them in the brief eye contact that follows. He feels like he can read all of the beats of an argument and a counter argument and a surrender in the smallest lifting of eyebrows and lowering of lashes.

“We have help,” Jyn says, softly but firmly, as if they’ve spoken all of their concerns out loud so far.

“I know,” Cassian replies, and settles back in next to her. He briefly closes his eyes and rests his head on the back of his seat. Jyn doesn’t take her hand off his arm until he moves it to rest around her shoulders a moment later. Looking over to Baze, Cassian adds, “If you need me to take her, though—”

In the very same moment that Jyn reaches out to swat him for that, Kit screeches with laughter, having finally captured her other uncle’s hand and covered it in an unfathomable amount of drool in an incredibly short amount of time, and diverting Baze’s attention from her parents at last. Next to him, Chirrut smiles with a dangerous amount of pride.

“The Force moves delightedly around this one,” he says, surrendering to this injustice with good sportsmanship as always. “She would have made an excellent Guardian.”

Before the pain of that pronouncement can hit him, Baze hears Jyn speak up. “Good thing we picked up a couple of them in our travels back in the day,” she says, turning to Cassian. “Smart of us, wasn’t it?”

Cassian nods, not so successfully hiding a smile. “Wouldn’t want her squandering any of her potential,” he says. “You’ll have to keep an eye on this connection to the Force, Chirrut. Let us know if she needs any training…”

Chirrut lifts his head at that, looking like a hunting animal picking up a scent. The idea of it hadn’t occurred to him either, then, which makes Baze feel less stupid for not thinking of it himself. He’d grown so accustomed to think of the Guardians as gone and dead, like Jedha was, or at the very least nearly extinct. Kitri’s far too young to have the survival of an entire religion on her shoulders, but he and Chirrut can tell her the names of their teachers and elders and friends and their stories will survive for another generation. There are other children of the Rebellion, too. Their way of life need not die with them. It’s a heady, baffling new feeling, this untempered hope. They’ve been rationing it out carefully among them for years and to have his fill of it all at once is slightly overwhelming.

Chirrut’s expression would be closed off to anyone who hasn’t known him for fifty years, but Baze sees through its defenses quite easily. He sees the surprise and the awe and the barely guarded delight all there plainly. Chirrut turns his attention down to Kit, still chewing on his hand happily, and runs a palm over the sparse but silken hair on her head lovingly, and something heavy and ancient slots into place in Baze’s soul, the final piece of a long forgotten puzzle settling in where it belongs.

“Good to see there are some things in the galaxy that can still surprise you, old man,” Baze says, not sounding nearly as irreverent as he wishes to.

Kit laughs in the same moment Chirrut does, like she’s in on the joke somehow, like she’s been waiting for it. And who knows? Maybe she is. Maybe she has.

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landosgirl97 · 2 years

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25 Days of Christmas

Hello, Everyone!

StrokesofStokes 25 Days of Christmas Celebration is something I’m so excited for, so here’s what I’m thinking. I will write for the main 8 characters - John B, JJ, Pope, Kiara, Sarah, Cleo, Topper, and Rafe - and their respective actors. So we will have one for each actor, one for each character and 8 wildcard spots. For these wildcard spots, YOU get to choose who I write them for. This means, I’ll be posting a poll before I begin to write it and those of you that would like to vote in the poll can choose a character or an actor of the eight listed. Below, I am going to list smut, fluff, and angst prompts or scenarios. Some may be holiday/winter themed, and some are not, this way all feel included to participate. Send me your faves and if I can figure out who I can write them with, I’ll get it written. If you have a preference, you can send me that too, but that doesn’t mean that’s who I’ll choose. I hope to have them all written this month and have a layout to let you all know what to expect on which day. If you have suggestions for one, feel free to let me know! I’m very excited to include all of you in this and have this be something for all of us to participate in together! Also, someone pointed out that this is only 24 days, WELL, I have a special little fic planned for DAy 25 so stay tuned ESPECIALLY my CTC fans! ;)

Smut prompts:

1. “Come here by the fire, I’ll warm you up”

2. “I’ll let you sit on my lap.”

3. “Louder. Let me hear you.”

4. “I want you to ruin me.”

5. Snowed in

6. “Use your words”

7. “Take it like a good girl”

8. “Breathe through your nose, baby.”

9. “I will never get enough of you.”

10. “Don’t hold back.”

Fluff prompts:

1. “You’re my Christmas angel.”

2. Fake dating for a party

3. “Did you get us matching pajamas?”

4. ”Fuck it, a new year is about to start, and I can’t go another year hiding this from you - i love you”

5. Taking care of you when you’re sick

6. “Wait a minute, are you.. Jealous?”

7. “Did I just say that out loud?”

8. “I’m never leaving.. I promise.”

9. “I’ve been worried sick all day!”

10. New Years Kiss

Angst prompts:

1. “Stop trying to get me to walk under the mistletoe.”

2. Secret Santa

3. “I can’t lose you again!”

4. “I never meant to hurt you”

5. “I hate the way that I don’t hate you”

6. “They say you almost died. You left it that long.”

7. “I’ll never be that me again”

8. “I don’t even recognize you anymore”

9. “Don’t push me away again”

10. Missing Christmas

(If any of them are crossed out, I've selected them to be written already)

Tag List: @pankhoeforlife @wannabestarkeysgirl @maybankslover @bethoconnor @samxslaughter @tishanas-darlings @jjmaybank63 @outerbankspov @pankowperfection @hoebx @adventuresinobx @penny4yourthoughts

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allsassnoclass · 1 year

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hii hazel!! i think you write soft fics really well 🥺❤️ from the prompt list, could you write something for 'toothpaste kisses' for any pairing you like <3

hi adi!!! thanks for sending one in <3

lashton: toothpaste kisses

When Luke glances up in the bathroom mirror, Ashton is leaning against the doorway, arms crossed in front of his bare chest and small, fond smile on his face. If anyone else appeared behind him without notice while brushes his teeth, he would jump five feet in the air and scream, but Ashton doesn't startle him like that anymore. He can be completely zoned out in his own world and tune back in to find Ashton standing next to him as if he has never been anywhere else. Luke's body doesn't register the other presence in his space, like Ashton is an extension of himself that he's always in tune with rather than a separate person he has to keep tabs on.

He spits into the sink and swishes some water around in his mouth, running the water until all traces of the foamy toothpaste disappear down the drain. When he looks up again, Ashton's smile has grown.

"Enjoying the view?" he asks with a cheeky smile. Ashton crosses the short distance to wrap his arms around Luke's waist, engulfing him in warmth. He presses a kiss to Luke's shoulder, meeting his gaze in the mirror.

"It's a nice view," he says against his skin. Luke shivers at the ticking sensation. He attempts to twist around in Ashton's arms to properly kiss him, but Ashton just tightens his grip with a smile, then digs his fingers into Luke's sides. Luke laughs, curling up on himself, unable to defend against the onslaught until he's breathless and Ashton finally relents.

"You ass," he says, finally allowed to turn around and face his partner fully. Ashton smiles cheekily.

"You love my ass," he says.

"I do," Luke agrees readily, reaching down to squeeze his butt just because he knows it will make Ashton throw his head back and laugh, letting his sweet, melodic giggle fill the bathroom.

"I love everything about you," Luke says while Ashton lets out his last bit of laughter.

Luke knows he's being hyperbolic and that it's impossible to love every little thing about a person every second of every day. He gets frustrated at Ashton's stubbornness and when he leaves his dishes in the sink instead of loading the dishwasher, but Ashton wouldn't be the person he loves without those little annoyances. Luke would much rather have to put his plate from breakfast in the dishwasher himself than have Ashton be anyone else. He will love Ashton in every iteration, stubborn refusal to load the dishwasher included.

"I love everything about you, too," Ashton says, fondness layered in his voice as he tugs him closer. Luke has no other option but to kiss him, bending forward to taste the minty toothpaste still lingering from Ashton's own bedtime routine, the two of them pressed as close together as they can be under the yellow light of their bathroom. Ashton's shoulders are smooth and warm under his palms, his arms secure around his waist, and Luke thinks that this is one of a million moments he would be content to stay in forever.

Ashton hums when he pulls back, looking at Luke through half-lidded eyes.

"Ready for bed?" he asks. Luke nods. They exit the bathroom with their arms around each other, parting only to get under the covers on opposite sides of the bed. Ashton doesn't wait to flick off the lamp, blanketing the room in darkness while Luke waits for him to settle so he can press close.

Luke is so thankful that he has someone to hold at night. He loves that Ashton indulges him with this, opening his arms for him, allowing Luke to tuck him against his body until they're tangled up and indistinguishable. Luke loves feeling Ashton's heartbeat under his hand or the weight of Ashton's limbs over his, holding Luke just as securely as Luke is holding him.

Ashton looks up at him, and Luke feels it more than sees it. He tips his head down and is met with another kiss, heart fluttering at the way both of them begin smiling into it.

Luke loves before-bed kisses. He loves the small intimacy of kissing his love as the last part of a bedtime routine, fitting in the affection between brushing his teeth and drifting off to sleep. He loves how he and Ashton use the same toothpaste, their matching minty-fresh breath another reminder of all of the other things that they share, from their home to their lives to their love.

Ashton pulls away after a moment, nudging their noses together before he settles back into Luke's embrace.

"Goodnight, Luke," he says softly.

"Goodnight," Luke replies. When he falls asleep a few minutes later, it's with a smile on his face and Ashton's kiss on his lips.

#my writing #ask box prompt #lashton #not enough lashton these days #this is a short one but continuously trying to stretch my writing muscles which means doing the prompts in my inbox lol #doesn't need to be long to be good #hope you like it adi!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#hope it is appropriately soft for you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Love is Colder Than Death

Adrian Chase/Vigilante x Reader (Angst)

Summary: After a string of failed relationships, your best friend finally confronts you about one that changed you. (Crossposted to AO3)

Rating: General Audiences

A/N: No pronouns used in story (f, m or gn). I wanted to try my hand at some angst and was inspired by a line in the “Unrequited Love” prompt list I reblogged the other day.

C/W: Discussions about breakup and ghosting, emotional hurt for Reader, cigarette smoking, alcohol mention, general talk about sex (no details).

Word Count: 4,012

“Why do you keep focusing so hard on relationships that will never work?”

It was a blunt and very direct question. But your best friend, Terrence, was not a person that has ever been known for his subtlety.

“Why do you always seem ask me that?” you asked, pointing your fork at him. “Every single relationship I’ve had for years now, you ask me that question.”

“Because every relationship you’ve had for years now has been a shitty one,” he retorted, pointing his fork at you in return. “I swear, it’s like you’re not even TRYING to find a halfway decent man anymore. You’re just going out with anyone so long as they have both a pulse and want something more than a one-night stand. I swear, Y/N, you are-“

Terrence continued, but you tuned him out. You already knew what he was saying. He’d said it all to you before. And he was right. You were bouncing from one meaningless relationship to another just so you wouldn’t be lonely. You knew going into each one knowing they wouldn’t last yet did it anyway.

But what else were you supposed to do? None of these guys were the man you really wanted. The man you really wanted; you couldn’t have.

For today’s lunchtime ass chewing, Terrence had brought you to Fennel Fields. That was just the icing on the cake of what was already a shit day. You had been dreading this for days, ever since you got a phone call, not a text, an actual phone call from, Terrence. Terrence never called. He also never offered to come pick you up to take you to lunch AND pay for it unless he had a few things to say. While he always gave you the option of saying yes or no to these luncheons, you could only put him off for so long and you’d learned a long time ago that it was just better to get it over with as soon as possible.

You sighed and started paying attention again.

“-don’t know why you won’t let me try setting you up with someone again,” he was saying. “I’ve got a couple of coworkers I think you’d really like. I don’t know what happened last time with that guy from up here that was so bad, but it had to be just a fluke. You know me, I usually have a good eye for matches, or at least fun times.”

Oh, it was a fluke, all right, just not in the way Terrence thought.

“It wasn’t bad, really,” you shrugged. “It just didn’t work out.”

It was the truth, more or less. And that was as much as people needed to know. Or, at least, that was as much as you were willing to tell anyone.

Six years ago, Terrence had been staying on your couch in the one-bedroom apartment you had at the time. He had started college a bit later in his 20’s after taking a few years off after high school. He had been doing a fairly decent job of working his way through it up until he lost his job due to a fire. It wasn’t too long after that he also lost his apartment. You had given him a place to stay until he got back on his feet so his schooling wouldn’t get interrupted. It was a while before he actually found anything good, but, until then, he ended up waiting tables for over a year at the very same restaurant you were sitting at today.

It had been so long ago that neither of you expected anyone he knew to still be working there. But there was one person still there and, of course, it just so happened to be the one person in the world you would’ve actively paid money not to see.

You and Terrence were seated just a few booths away from the back and you were facing the door to the kitchen. You could easily see people come and go without looking over at the door, it was right in your line of sight. As if summoned by your discussion, the door to the kitchen swung open and Adrian Chase hurried out, a tub for dishes under one arm. You kept your attention on your friend.

As he approached the booth you were seated at, he stumbled slightly. Your heart sped up, but you didn’t look at him, choosing instead to take another bite so it didn’t look like you were just playing with your food. Which is exactly what you had been doing ever since it was brought out. You almost looked up when you saw his pace slow, but he ended up walking right by your booth to start clearing down the one right behind you.

You felt like an idiot. Especially a couple of seconds later when you felt a stinging along your lower lash line, and you realized you were on the verge of crying into your spaghetti. You quickly snapped your attention back to Terrence to get your mind away from that.

“-never could figure out what you see in that guy. John is absolutely no good for you at fucking alllllll.”

“I know,” you said with a frustrated sigh. “Which is why I broke up with him last night and he came by this morning to get the rest of the stuff he had at my place.”

Terrence froze with his fork halfway to his mouth and blinked at you.

“…Bitch, why didn’t you fucking say that when I first brought that douche up? You’d have saved me a tangent!”

You shrugged, listening to the clatter of dishes behind you as Adrian dropped them into the tub. For a second, you thought you heard a stifled chuckle among the clanking glass.

“You were barely letting me get a word in edgewise,” you pointed out, while pointing your fork at him again.

Terrence took his bite and thought it over.

“Fair point,” he said after he swallowed, pointing his fork at you again, too. “So, what’s your plan now?”

You shrugged, not really wanting to say much on the topic while Adrian was still nearby. You doubted if he was listening, but the proximity still made you uncomfortable.

“Come on,” Terrence pressed at your silence. “You’ve got to have some idea.”

“I don’t really need a plan,” you said, shrugging again. “It’s not like we were actually living together. He just had some stuff over there for overnight stays. He didn’t even have a key. His departure isn’t screwing me over financially. The only thing that changes is now I’ll be alone at night again.”

Terrence nodded. “You always were the smart one out of all of us on that shit. You never rush into anything like living together.”

“Never have, never will,” you agreed, your heart hurting for a moment after you said the words.

You both were quiet for a few seconds, each of you taking bites of food. You heard Adrian clearing away silverware and glassware before starting to wipe down the table. The worse part of this though? You could smell his cologne now. It wasn’t very strong, but he was moving around just vigorously enough that it wafted the smell your way. You were sitting just close enough, to get whiffs of it. It filled your stomach with butterflies and also made you feel nauseous. You were hoping he’d be done soon. You didn’t know how much longer you could keep the tears at bay. That fact really made you angry.

Wasn’t five and a half years fucking long enough to be over this shit?

Apparently not.

“Good,” Terrence said firmly, pointing at you again. “Now, you are going to stop dating for a while and you are going to take some time for yourself. Take as much time as you need. Weeks, months, years, whatever. Hell, I’d be fine with years so long as you get your head on straight!”

You couldn’t help but chuckle.

“But, in the meantime, you, my friend, are going to become a dick ho, like me,” Terrence continued. “You don’t need a relationship, but you still need dick. Trust me on this. I’ve been single for years and single life really isn’t that bad. Once you have access to a steady stream of dick that’s always on call and ready to pound the shit out of you at a moment’s notice, you won’t want a boyfriend, or the drama they come with, ever again. I know I certainly don’t.”

There was a loud clatter of dishes at the table behind you that made you both jump. It sounded like Adrian dropped the tub, resulting in a few broken glasses inside. Before you could be tempted to turn around and see what happened, Adrian rushed past carrying the tub back to the kitchen. You didn’t look at him, just sighed in relief that he was gone.

Terrence, however, turned to watch Adrian depart, then turned back to you with a raised brow.

“One of these days,” he said. “You really need to tell me what the fuck happened with you two.”

You shrugged. “Like I said, it just didn’t work out.”

“Horse shit,” Terrence snapped at you. “Nothing about the energy that flew between you two right then said, ‘it just didn’t work out.’ Something happened.”

You shrugged again, going back to playing with your food rather than eating. Terrence didn’t say anything, but you could feel him watching you as you stared down at your plate. You finally heard him sigh with resignation.

“Babes, I’m not trying to pry. Honestly, I’m not,” he said, lowering the volume of his voice as his tone changed from the cocky, sarcastic, overconfident gay man act he put on while out in public to just being Terrence, your best friend through thick and thin for 17 years. “I’m just really worried about you. You haven’t been the same person in years. Not since you were with him.” He gestured over his shoulder with his thumb towards the kitchen door. “And that really fucking worries me since you weren’t together for that long. Just a few months, about seven if I remember right. And it’s been, what? Six years and you still won’t tell me what happened?”

You stared at the table, silent. So, Terrence continued.

“I honestly don’t know if I should drop it like you keep telling me, round up some guys to go fuck his ass up, or what the fuck I’m supposed to do,” he paused to watch you for a few seconds. “It’s obvious he hurt you, and he hurt you bad. I’m just very, very concerned now about the how of it.”

You looked up at him then. Terrence had an expression of concern on his face that you didn’t see very often. This meant he was serious, and you weren’t going to get out of this without some sort of explanation. You were going to have to give him something, whether you wanted to or not.

You sighed.

“I don’t even know where to start,” you finally said after a period of silence.

“Let’s start with the end,” Terrence said. “Why did you guys break up?”

“No fucking clue,” you said instantly, dropping your fork on your plate and settling back in the booth with your arms crossed. “I still ask myself that same damn question sometimes.”

Your best friend blinked several times.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Terrence said, a baffled expression on his face. “Weren’t you there for it? It was your relationship. You should know why it broke, especially with how happy we all thought you two were.”

“It means exactly what it sounds like it means,” you said, with a frustrated tone. This is why you never told anyone. “I literally have no idea why we broke up. And we were happy. Everything was fine. Fucking fantastic even.” You sighed and closed your eyes. “Terrence, we were even talking about moving in together. He had already suggested looking at rings.”

Terrence’s eyes flew wide, his jaw dropped.

“No fucking way,” he said, in awe. “Seriously?”

You nodded.

It was a rare moment for Terrence, but he was actually speechless for a moment. It was a fleeting moment, but it still happened.

“Y/N, you’ve never moved that fast with anyone,” he finally said, slowly. “Like…ever. What gives?”

You shrugged. “Because I wanted to. It felt right. All I’ve ever done when it comes to relationships is follow my gut. For once, my gut told me it was okay to be reckless.”

Again, Terrence stared at you, speechless again. You knew what this all sounded like. You had always been the responsible one. Usually this was the shit him and your other friends were doing, not you. He was right to be shocked because it still shocked you.

“Anyway,” you said, wiping your eyes once more. The watering had stopped, but your lashes were a bit damp. “Doesn’t really matter now. The last time he came over, he acted really weird. Kinda cold, like he was mad, but he wouldn’t talk to me about it. He didn’t stay the night either, which was also weird. He just said it was because he had something he needed to do. He left, then he just stopped talking to me.”

Terrence blinked a few times. “What do you mean?”

“After he left my apartment that night,” you said, a knot in your throat. “He basically never spoke to me again.”

Terrence was staring at you. “He fucking ghosted you?”

You nodded. “He started leaving me on read that night. After about a week, I finally sent him a message asking him if we were broken up. A few minutes later, he texted back with a yes. I replied with, ‘okay.’ And that was it. I haven’t spoken to him since.”

Terrence looked like he wanted to cry.

“Oh honey…”

No, now you remembered. THIS was why you hadn’t told anyone before. The stupid sympathy you knew you would get. While you were fine with normal breakup sympathy, this was a different kind of sympathy you didn’t want. Especially from the people who knew you really well, like Terrence. They understood what this meant and the impact of all of this as much as you did. But at least you didn’t actually have to say the words “I finally fell in love and now I'm broken inside.” At least that part, more than anything else, was easily understood.

“Don’t do that ‘oh honey’ shit with me, you know I hate that” you said, a little harsher than you meant to then sighed. “Sorry, but this is why I didn’t want to talk about it. I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not,” Terrence pointed out.

“No, I’m not,” you agreed, feeling anxiety start to clutch your throat in its iron grip. “But there ain’t a damn thing I can do about it. I love him, he doesn’t love me, and I can’t seem to get the fuck over it. I don’t know why I can’t, I just fucking can’t. Now, can we please get out of here and go somewhere else if you’re going to insist on continuing this conversation?”

Terrence could see your panic attack rising up and now it was right under the surface of your calm facade. He nodded, taking his keys out of his pocket, and sliding them to you.

“Go wait in the car,” he said. “I’ll get everything squared away here. You want a to-go container for your food?”

Shaking your head, you grabbed the keys off the table and stood up.

“Nah, you can have it if you want it though,” you said, then headed for the car.

While you got in the passenger seat like normal, you went ahead and started the car to get the AC and radio on. It was in the middle of lunch rush, the restaurant was packed and shorthanded, so it might take Terrence awhile to get out of there. Fortunately, he had left his cigarettes in the car, so you rolled your window down and helped yourself to one. You didn’t smoke and never had, but you did have one occasionally to calm your nerves. This was your first cigarette in months. It wasn’t the healthiest way to deal with your occasional panic attacks, but oh well.

Within a few minutes, the music on the radio and the cold menthol burn in your throat had calmed you down. You even found your mood turn good as one of your favorite songs from childhood came on. Turning up the radio so you could hear every beat of the 80’s pop song, you quietly sang along just under the volume of the music.

This was why you didn’t hear it when someone tried to get your attention until they had to practically scream at you through the window.

“Hey Y/N!”

Jumping in surprise, you dropped the lit cigarette into your lap. This resulted in a few frantic seconds of trying to grab it before it burned your clothing while also trying not to burn yourself, only for you to drop it to the floorboard and have to repeat the process all over again. Finally, you got ahold of the filter end and chucked it out the window in aggravation. The person standing outside barely managed to get out of the way of the cigarette as it went flying.

You leaned forward and turned the radio down before looking out your window to see who yelled for you. Then you froze. You felt sick to your stomach. While he was standing upright and you were eye level with his hips, you would recognize that jacket/Fennel Fields uniform combo anywhere.

Adrian stood there for a second, then bent back down to look into the car. Your gaze met his and your heart nearly stopped.

He was just as gorgeous to you now as he was back then. It didn’t look like he had aged much in all this time. he even still wore the same style of glasses and had his hair styled the same. But you could tell he was filling out his work uniform a bit differently these days. The baggy clothing might hide his muscle tone from your average person, but not from you, someone who once had intimate knowledge of the body underneath it. You could see the difference in how his uniform fit him before and how it fit now, even if no one else could.

It definitely was not a bad look for him, but you pushed that thought away.

Adrian seemed nervous.

“Hi,” he finally said.

“Hi,” you replied.

It was quiet after that. You waited for him to speak, but he didn’t. He just stared at you like he was suddenly questioning all of his life choices.

“Did you need something?” you finally asked.

Adrian shook his head slowly. You saw him swallow heavily, then he finally spoke.

“I just wanted to see if you were okay,” he said, a bit if hesitation in his voice. “I was leaving and saw you smoking. You only smoke when you’re freaked out or upset.”

You blinked, your stomach clenching harder. He still remembered, even after all these years.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine,” you said, keeping your voice steady. Panic was taking ahold of your throat again, but you kept it at bay. “It’s just been a bad couple of days.”

“I heard you talking about that,” Adrian said, nodding, but then quickly stopped and added. “Not that I was eavesdropping, I wasn’t, I swear. I just overheard you by accident while I was working. I wasn’t trying to listen in on your conversation or anything. Why would I? That would be a completely insane thing to do. So, no, I wasn’t eavesdropping.”

Adrian’s face had turned red. You forgot how cute it was when he accidentally tattled on himself like that. You bit down on the side of your tongue to keep from smiling.

“It sucks, but that’s life,” you said, shrugging. “What can ya do, ya know?”

He nodded in agreement. Your phone vibrated in your pocket, so you fished it out to look at it. Terrence was just letting you know he was waiting to get his card back and would be out soon.

You set your phone in your lap then looked back out your window. You half hoped Adrian wouldn’t still be there when you turned back, but he was. Rather than looking at you though, he was staring at the ground, brow furrowed.

“What about you?” you asked him.

“Hmm?” he said, your words snapping him out of his thoughts, his gaze swiveling back to you.

“You look disturbed,” you said. “Or like you want to say something.”

Adrian started to shake his head, then stopped, sighed, and looked at you.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “From before. For being an asshole before, I mean. You didn’t deserve that. You deserved better than that. I should’ve just told you, I was just so fucking sca-“

Adrian’s mouth clamped shut and he turned an even brighter shade of red.

“I’m sorry,” he said again after an extended period of silence.

This time, Adrian left his apology at that.

You stared at him, your emotions shutting down to get you through the rest of this. You prayed Terrence would hurry up.

“Thank you,” you managed to say, then looked down at your lap.

Neither of you said anything else. You didn’t look at him again, instead choosing to start messing with the strand of beads Terrence had wrapped around the stick shift.

“I should go. I gotta get to my other job,” he finally said. “See you around. I guess.”

“See you,” you said, not looking up.

You heard him start walking away, only looking up when you were sure he wouldn’t be looking. You saw him getting into his Sebring. He had just gotten it when you met him, so it wasn’t a surprise to see he still had it.

Quickly looking away before he could catch you, you turned the radio back up. You hesitated for a second then grabbed another cigarette. Terrence opened the driver’s side door at that moment and got in.

“I’d ask how that went,” he said, watching your hands shake as you lit it. “But I think I already know the answer.”

You took a long drag off the cigarette. “Has he left yet?”

Terrence looked over towards where the Sebring had been parked.

“Yeah, he’s long gone,” he said, then reached over, taking your free hand in his and squeezing it. “Liquor store then my place?”

You nodded.

He nodded, letting go of your hand to put on his seat belt and start driving.

As your emotions crept back in and what Adrian said sank in, you felt the desire to scream start to rise in your throat. You swallowed it down for the moment, but that did stop the tears from welling up in your eyes. You hastily wiped them away with the back of your hand.

This was as close to closure as you were ever going to get. You knew that. While you still had no idea why it happened, or what happened even, at least you knew that he meant his apology. Adrian still couldn’t lie worth a damn. This was proven when he tried to lie about eavesdropping. It wasn’t much, at all, but at least it was something.

It also reopened all those old wounds you’d tried to convince yourself were just scars now. They weren’t healed at all, as it turns out. You’d never given them the proper chance to, really. They were still just scabbed over.

Once you were done with your cigarette, you leaned against the door with your elbow, covered your eyes with one hand, and finally let six years’ worth of tears fall.

There was no sign of them stopping anytime soon.

#adrian chase #vigilante #adrian chase fluff #adrian chase fanfiction #adrian chase imagine #adrian chase x reader #adrian chase x you #adrian chase peacemaker #vigilante fanfiction #vigilante imagine #vigilante peacemaker #vigilante x reader #vigilante x you #vigilante x y/n #dceu fanfiction

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luty-month · 1 year

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hello hello hellooooo

have you ever thought, "wow, i love ludmila and naty a normal amount. i would not be indifferent to an entire month being dedicated to them in silly (and not) little prompts so i could showcase all the normal time i spend thinking about them"?

well my friend, look no further than this beautiful little blog of mine: introducing,

⭐️luty month⭐️

what is luty month?

ok so, ill let you guess who came up with this idea. one, two, th- yes its me its @iristhedeadflower. who's surprised? surely not me. it came to me in a blurry vision one night, let me set the scene, i was thinking about the sillies as one does. then suddenly i was like, wait, i could put all this time spent thinking about the sillies to good use. why not share the silly propaganda? (i dont remember when i got the idea ok. im sure it went this way más o menos)

after that, the idea corroded my brain for months until eventually i decided to do something about it and here we are!

when is luty month?

we are taking over february 2023! there are two main reasons why i chose this month: 1, luty literally translates to february in polish, and 2, its my birthday month and im selfish. :)

how does luty month work?

later this week, i will post the list of prompts for the month: it consists of 28 prompts, one per day. all prompts are one word each, so your imagination can run as free as you can let it! obviously, it's not required for people who join to do something for every day, just do as much as you want and most importantly, have fun!

(i want to take the time to thank the looters over at discord for helping me come up with the prompts and supporting the project in general, i might have come up with the concept but this is mine just as much as it is yours <3)

how can i participate?

any way you want, my dear friend! drawings, fics, edits, headcanons, anything you can think of, as long as it's somehow connected to the prompt of the day, the floor is yours! all work tagged #luty month (or tagging this blog in the post) will be reblogged here :)

this month is truly about sharing our love for the little girls, so please don't stress about deadlines or not doing enough - even just supporting the content that comes out during the month is enough!

i myself will not be able to post something every day, but i will post little sketches for every prompt to start the day, and will write drabbles and fics that may not come out in time, but they will come out, rest assured.

and that is all from me, stay tuned for more information and the prompt list dropping soon, and if you have any questions, don't be afraid to send an ask my way and I'll answer as soon as i can! other than that, start your engines, and get ready for luty month :)

#violetta #luty #luty month #ludmila ferro #naty vidal #this is soooo exciting #its been MONTHS in the making #get scared :)#I MEAN GET EXCITED!!!#pheww nice save

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thisweekingundamwing · 1 year

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This (month)Week in Gundam Wing 26 April - 25 March 2023

Here’s the roundup for February 26th - March 25th!

Remember to give your content creators some love! Be sure to join in on the events at the bottom! And remember to send in any new works you see or make next week!

~Mod Hel

(I’ve kinda dropped the ball for like, a month... whoops. Workin’ on gettin’ myself back on track.)

Fanfiction/Ideas/Snippets:

@cuteciboulette

As the year ended https://archiveofourown.org/works/45987340

M/M, Duo Maxwell/Heero Yuy

General Audiences, No Archive Warnings Apply, In Universe, Post-Gundam Wing: Endless Waltz, Get Together, Seasonal, New Year's Eve, New Year's Kiss, Archiving posting

Heero, a balcony, mistletoe in the pocket and the list of people Duo could kiss (and those for whom it has already been done).

@gw-ouroboros

Ouroboros (Ch. 7) snippet https://www.tumblr.com/gw-ouroboros/710868506045972480/ouroboros-ch-7-wip

M/M, Heero Yuy/Duo Maxwell

Heero was intense, deliciously aloof and so incredibly dangerous that Duo couldn’t help but feel attracted to him.

Arts/Crafts/Photo Manips:

@2pcbart

https://www.tumblr.com/2pcbart/711022723746447360/i-havent-drawn-in-like-half-a-year-but-ive-been

GW Boys climbing, fanart

@keiko1183

https://keiko1183.tumblr.com/post/710862379540512768/happy-3x4-day-from-space

Quatre/Trowa, fanart

@nullphysics

https://www.tumblr.com/nullphysics/710799355967356929

GW Boy doodles, fanart

@rxntwo

https://rxntwo.tumblr.com/post/710361649674141696/morning-cuddle

Heero/Duo, fanart

@sparkchemy

https://sparkchemy.tumblr.com/post/710343485701718016

Duo/WuFei, fanart

https://sparkchemy.tumblr.com/post/710875638903504896/not-me-being-touch-starved-and-projecting-onto-my

Heero/WuFei/Duo, fanart

Photosets/Gifsets/Screenshots/Manga Pages:

@bobo-is-tha-bomb

https://bobo-is-tha-bomb.tumblr.com/post/710707223448485888/sometimes-i-forget-how-cute-the-gw-stationary-set

GW Stationary, photoset

@janaverse

https://janaverse.tumblr.com/post/710910217149382656/a-very-temporary-situation-heero-had-looked

Heero/Duo, Sims, screenshot

Fandom Discourse:

@cuteciboulette

https://cuteciboulette.tumblr.com/post/712632207063367680/so-this-chatgpt-thing-the-only-thing-i-want-to

ChatGPT discussion

@ghost-proof

https://ghost-proof.tumblr.com/post/710889845335228416/join-the-1x2x1-shrine-discord-server

1x2x1 Shrine Discord Server

Quotes:

@incorrectgundamwingquotes

https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/710904113373855744/relena-you-know-heero-maybe-its-just-the

Relena, Heero, & Duo

https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/710813438393319424/duo-whats-the-weirdest-place-youve-ever-had

Duo & Trowa

https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/710722940160851969/treize-i-am-not-a-bad-person-i-just-have-a-bad

Treize

https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/710360535105961984/duo-after-being-caught-in-my-defense-i-simply

Duo

Calendar Events:

@gundamzine

Battle Scars and Kitchen Cabinets

Stay Tuned https://gundamzine.tumblr.com/post/710183033337217024/stay-tuned-next-week-as-we-spotlight-each-of-the

@gwcocktailfriday

Cocktail Fridays!

Post responses on Friday, during Happy Hour between 3 & 5 pm in your own timezone.

Here’s the prompt for Friday, March 31st! https://gwcocktailfriday.tumblr.com/post/712791949771423744/cocktail-friday-post-responses-on-friday-march

In need of prompts! (>_> sorry if y’all can tell I’m reusing prompts)

@gwlemonyshenanigans

Lemony Shenanigans 2023! https://gwlemonyshenanigans.tumblr.com/post/705715266075705344/hello-everyone-were-back-d-sign-ups-are-now

The crafting of goodies is now under way.

@thisweekingundamevents

Events Calendar https://thisweekingundamevents.tumblr.com/post/644080386309275648/events-calendar-update

If you are hosting an event currently, or are planning on one, hit us up with links and dates! We’ll add them to the Calendar and reblog your notices to get the word out!

(It’s in dire need of updating, sorry.)

#Gundam Wing #This Week in Gundam Wing #Weekly Roundup #26 February - 25 March 2023

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xxfanfiction-emo-trinityxx · 1 year

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Question - Ray Toro x Reader

Prompt: Q: Question (How do they confess? Is it the big question, or something smaller but just as intimate?)(from this list) Reader: can be read as any gender (no pronouns used) Word count: 2 138

Tiredly you ran your hand over your face. The brightness of the computer screen was already tuned to the lowest setting, you had a small lamp burning in the background and most of the software’s design was dark anyway, but still your eyes hurt terribly. A glance at the clock confirmed your suspicion that it was not only the screen brightness that hurt your eyes, but also the amount of time you had spent staring it at.

You had been here since the early morning, only doing a lunch break around noon, and a coffee break around five, when the band had left. My Chem was working on another album and as their trusted assistant they had asked you to help with… well basically everything. Before ever having worked with them you had gathered experience with mixing and producing music, tour booking, promotion and and and, although most of it had been for smaller, local bands.

It had been Ray who had suggested you should be given more freedom in the things you wanted to work at for them. So after having spent the entire day in their company, helping them mix the tracks, you had settled back into your small office in the production company, beginning with the design for the covers. The cover art had been chosen weeks ago, but now title, band name and all the writing needed to be added. It was as much fun as it was nerve wracking.

Just when you had finished adding one text, and zoomed out, you found it looked awful and went back to changing everything again. But now, at almost 2am, you were ready to give up. At least for now. Anything you changed now, was just likely to look awful tomorrow- well, later today.

Saving the current file under a new name, you turned off the computer and grabbed your jacket from the hanger next to the door, before turning the small lamp in the corner off as well.

The lights in the corridor outside flickered to life as you left the office, blinding you momentarily. Groaning at the brightness, you blinked, trying to get used to the lights as well as trying to get rid of the tiredness so you could drive home.

Ray would absolutely give you shit for staying so late at the office again. He always told you, you needed to take better care of yourself, and every time he did, you ignored the fluttering in your chest, instead arguing that you worked best this way, just like he would sometimes not step out of his office for three days straight.

It was a recurring pattern: both of you working without proper breaks and the other getting protective, reminding each other how important breaks were. At the same time, you both understood that you had these creative phases in which you had to work lest you wanted to go mad. But that rational understanding did not mean your heart did not flutter every time Ray reminded you to take good care of yourself.

It was all too easy to imagine he had some personal interest in you being well, even when you knew that in reality he just needed you to be healthy so you could work for the band as effectively as possible. Besides: why should someone like him take interest in you? You were the person in the background. Best case scenario? Nobody noticed you were even there. That meant you had done your job flawlessly. That the band constantly noticed you and tried to involve you in their work was a bigger compliment than you felt you deserved. But Ray was still the guitarist of one of the biggest bands currently around, loved by fans and worshipped by critics. He was certainly one of the kindest men you had ever met, not to mention one of the most talented and most hard working as well. Even if he were looking for a relationship, he most certainly would not look for it with you.

Still you could not blame yourself for falling for him. Anyone with at least a half-way decent taste in men would. And now that winter had wrapped its cold, dark fingers around the city, you just could not help but secretly dream about cuddling into Ray’s side and holding his hand. He always looked so warm, with his long hair, his soft eyes, his gentle smile. He could be the biggest goof, the craziest little nerd you had ever met, but his rambles were endearing and his jokes always made you laugh without fail.

Tiredly, lost in thoughts about Ray and about how much you wanted him to like you back, you shuffled to the back door of the studio. You had your hand already on the handle, when suddenly you perked up. From one of the control rooms faint music sounded out into the corridor. Irritated, you stopped. You had been absolutely certain you were the last one in the building, after all it was in the middle of the night. Walking back, you tried to identify the room the music sounded from, and stopped in front of one of the control rooms. The ‘recording’-light was turned off, so you listened to the gentle plucking of guitar strings for a moment before you pressed down the handle of the door and pushed the door open just far enough to poke your head in.

In the dim, orange light of a small reading lamp, you were able to make out a man sitting on the floor, long, curly hair reaching past his shoulders, guitar in his lap.

At the sound of the door opening, he stopped and turned around.

“I thought you had gone home with the others,” you inquired, raising your eyebrows at Ray.

“I did…” he confessed, unfolding his long legs, and getting up from where he had been sitting. “And then I couldn’t stop thinking so I came back.”

“I heard you play something new,” you noted. “Are you planning to add onto the new album?”

“Not really… it’s just something I’ve had stuck in my head for a long time,” Ray rubbed the back of his neck with one hand, holding his guitar in the other. “I wanted to get it out of my system before I forget it.”

You were burning to know what he had been working on, but if the past years of working with him had taught you anything, it was that he shared his music once he was ready to do so. Anything before that usually ended up making him feel incredibly uncomfortable, and you were more than happy to respect his boundaries.

“Well, in that case…” you trailed off. “Just don’t stay too long. Even you need a few hours of sleep every now and then. Good night Ray.”

You were already back out of the room, the door almost closed when he suddenly called for you.

Confused, you stopped and pushed the door back open, raising your eyebrows at him.

“What’s up?”

“I-“

Ray stared at you wide eyed, his left foot tapping a quick, even rhythm, his fingers clenching and unclenching around the neck of the guitar; safe signs that he was stressed and nervous. You hated when he did that. Not because it annoyed you, but because it made you feel so helpless. In these moments there was nothing you could do to help him feel less nervous, and right now you seemed to be the cause of his nervousness.

Tilting your head at him inquisitively, you encouraged him wordlessly to keep talking. He swallowed thickly before speaking again.

“I- it’s just… I don’t really know how to say it.”

“Whatever it is, you know you can be honest with me. I promise you that I won’t be mad, okay? You can just say it. I don’t need fancy words.”

“It’s not something you’ve done,” sighed Ray, averting his eyes for a moment, before looking back up to you. “No fancy words needed?”

“No fancy words needed,” you reaffirmed.

“I like you. To be honest, I’ve liked you for so long I don’t even know how long anymore. And I don’t think it’s just liking either. It’s so much more and so much stronger than that.”

Completely dumbfounded you stared at Ray. The light behind his back lit up his hair like a halo and the white light falling in from the corridor made it look like he was standing in a spotlight.

“I thought I was good at hiding it, but the other day the guys said they’d known for ages too, and that I should just be honest with you, so here’s me being honest. If it makes things weird, I’m sorry, but I think there’s not much use in hiding it anymore. You probably already knew either way.”

“I- I didn’t. Didn’t know, I mean,” you answered, once Ray had stopped speaking, making him groan quietly as if he regretted his confession already. “But it doesn’t have to make things weird.”

Quickly you fully stepped into the small room, closing the door to the corridor behind you, shutting out the cold, white lights.

“I like you, too,” you clarified. “I just never thought you’d feel remotely the same.”

Ray groaned again. “I thought you knew and were trying to discreetly tell me you’re not interested.”

“You mean I wasn’t painfully obvious about my feelings for- wait. Ray, hold on. You thought I wasn’t interested in you and still straight up just- confessed?”

Your heart ached at the thought. How much courage had it taken him to do that?

“Yeah, I mean… I needed to be sure, once and for all,” he admitted, still awkwardly clenching and unclenching his fingers around the guitar neck.

“I’m glad you did…”

For a moment both of you stood facing each other, not really sure what to do or say now that your feelings had been revealed.

“Uhm, I know this might seem a bit useless since you already know how I feel for you but uhm… I’d really like to take you out some time, for dinner or something. Or like… I don’t know. It’s silly,” Ray stuttered. He barely ever stuttered, which just proved that he was still terribly nervous.

“It’s not silly, and I’d love to,” you quickly answered, glad he had been the first one to ask.

“Really,” Ray smiled happily at you. “When- when would you like to?”

You shrugged, glancing around the room.

“I don’t know… are you gonna stay here for a while and play or are you going to go home soon?”

“I was about to head out… What are you thinking?”

“I’m thinking that I’ve waited a very long time to go out with you and don’t really want to wait a few days just because society thinks meaningful dates have to be at 8pm. And that there’s a diner that’s open 24/7 just around the corner…”

Ray’s grin grew wider, and quickly he placed the guitar in its stand.

“I’ll just grab my jacket,” he told you, heading towards the door in front of which you were still standing.

Stopping right in front of you, he looked at you for a moment, before he quickly leant over and pressed a short peck to the corner of your lips. His warm skin on yours, his chapped lips, both rough and soft at the same time, made your heart rate spike and heat shoot to your cheeks, the spot where he had touched you tingling.

“Thank you,” he whispered, before stepping around you and through the door into the corridor, where the white lights flickered to life once more.

“What for?” You called after him as he jogged towards the break room where he had left his jacket on a sofa.

“Accepting me.”

He shouted back over his shoulder, leaving you to furrow your brows in confusion.

You were afraid that whatever he had meant by that would need some discussion in the future. After all, you knew how insecure he could be at times and if there was one thing you were certain of, it was that he never would have to be or should be insecure about your feelings for him.

You had barely finished the thought, when Ray already reappeared, fighting to slip into his jacket. By the time he had reached you, he had managed to tuck both sleeves over his wrists, and zip the jacket closed.

“Let’s go,” he decided, surprising you by taking your hand and intertwining his fingers with yours. Shyly you closed your fingers around his bigger hand and smiled to yourself. When Ray saw your expression, he chuckled. “Trust me, when I tell you you’re not the only one who has waited far too long for this.”

@alexstyx @jayloverthe3rd @robinruns @lookalivefrosty @butterflycore @omgsuperstarg @fivelegance @deadlovers @casmustdiee @cmtryghoul

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sublimecatgalaxy · 1 year

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♥️ To Do List ♥️ 2/17/23

Hi everyone! I wanted to give you guys another, updated idea on what I have planned to post over the next week or so.

Just a reminder that my requests are opened and I have updated my character list and masterlist so give it a peek :)

Let me know in the comments which ones you guys are most excited for!!

Somethings have shifted and changed since the last time I updated a To Do list so stay tuned!

-Liz :)

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Requests (next few days):

Fezco x Reader by @honee-chai-tea: 'Can I get a reader who insists she doesn’t need a lot for valentines x Imma spoil the shit outta you just you wait Fezco?!'

Anon Rafe Cameron Smut Request: 'enemies/rivals/sister's bestfriend with benefits x rafe cameron smut'

Joel Miller Smut by @creelmalfoylaufeyson69: 'I just want a Joel x reader smut post apocalyptic please 😊'

Rafe Cameron Fluff by @dearreader03: 'Hi! Can I request prompt 22 and trope 4 for soft!rafexreader?'

Rafe Cameron Birthday Smut Fic by @whatsthepointofanything: 'I was wondering if you would do a Rafe x birthday reader for me.'

Javier Pena Smut Request by @hazehepburn: 'javier pena x reader - hear me out. A enemies to lovers trope.'

Scheduled (within the next few weeks):

February 23rd, 2023: Anon Smut Request: JJ Maybank x Reader; Summary: "JJ Maybank smut with best friends to lovers? Maybe they get super high and they get into mischief?"

First Part January 23rd: 'Cruel Summer': JJ Maybank x Reader Summary: JJ Maybank makes it his personal job to see that Topper's older cousin is given the full tour of all that the Outer-banks has to offer, including his way of life.

First Part January 23rd: 'Read It and Weep': NFL!Rafe Cameron x Journalist!Reader: After the journalist reader gets tackled on the sidelines by wide receiver Rafe Cameron, they quickly become enthralled in one another and can't seem to let each other go.

February 25th, 2023: JJ Maybank Unrequited Love Oneshot: Every time the reader and JJ have had feelings for one another, it's never been reciprocated. Until it is.

February 26th, 2023: Joel Miller Oneshot: Joel has his borther over and he brings a friends, a friend who Joel has some history with. After Tommy leaves, the reader decides to stay behind and 'catch up'.

March 1st, 2023: 'The Chain' Oneshot: Summary; The Mandalorian is tasked to take on a high risk, high priced bounty, an escort, who he later realizes isn't wanted for the right reasons and takes it on himself to see that she's handled properly.

March 9nd, 2023: Spencer Reid x agent!reader; Summary: "After Reid gets out of prison and they're interrogating Cat, it comes out that she's pregnant with Reid's child. Following a big blow up, the reader has some words with Spencer but also with Cat."

March 16th, 2023: Aaron Hotcher x teacher!reader; Summary: "The reader meets Aaron at Jack's parents teacher conferences and he's heard all about Jack's 'cute teacher' through Penelope who's done snooping and also through Jack who's completely infatuated with her. When he gives her his personal number to reach out to him regarding Jack when he's off on a case, does she take it as an invitation to reach out to him or does she not?"

Eventual (TBD):

'Lights, Cameras, Action' Oneshot: Rafe Cameron x Camgirl!Reader Summary; Rafe falls in love with his most recent camgirl that he's been going to when he craves human (electronic) interaction and affection. Simple as that.

'Him + I' Multipart Series: Bodyguard!Daryl x Mafia!Reader Summary: Daryl is entrusted with protecting his bosses daughter which, in all of his years of working, is proving to be one of the most difficult jobs he's been given. Not because the job is difficult but because she is difficult.

'Breathe Me' Multipart Series: Bucky Barnes x Therapist!Reader Summary: Bucky's difficult part and sharp attitude makes their sessions difficult but his therapist gets right through to him with some 'unconventional' methods.

'Daddy Dearest' Oneshot: Negan Smith x Reader AU Summary: Strictly for the pleasure of @ncllywrites, this lengthy oneshot is about the situationship between Negan Smith, a CEO in New York City, and one of his many assistants. Of course he goes after the one girl who doesn't fall at his feet, making it his personal effort to win her over by any means necessary.

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