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Clingy Koala (Pt.2)
Once the both of you got home, Chan went to shower while you were preparing the snacks for the movie. You immediately plopped down on your couch after preparing everything. You closed your eyes as you slowly drifted into your own thoughts. Why was he just smiling at her? Why didn't he say anything? You asked yourself as you replayed the scene from before.
As you fell deeper and deeper into your thoughts, you couldn't help but question him and yourself. What if he likes me...? So what if he likes me? I can't do anything about it. But do I like him? You asked yourself as your brows furrowed slightly.
Suddenly you felt the couch dip a bit before feeling something on your thighs. You looked down to see Chan smiling up at you showing off his dimple. "Oh, my god. Your hair's like cotton candy." You said as you ran your hand through his soft and fluffy hair.
"I know, it's so bad." He said before covering his face with both his hand.
"No, no, it's adorable." You said, giggling, as you continued to run your hand through it over and over. Chan smiled once again after hearing your compliment. "See, adorable." You said squishing his cheeks together.
Chan's smile immediately widened as his eyes softened. "What were you thinking about?" Chan suddenly asked, remembering how perplexed you looked a couple minutes before.
You shook your head in response. "Nothing important," You said as looked up at your tv. "Do you want to start the movie now?" You asked, trying to change the subject.
"You're not gonna shower first?" Chan asked before sitting up. "It would be more relaxing, and if we do fall asleep, you don't have to worry about showering tomorrow morning!" Chan beamed with his cutest smile showing off his dimple once again.
"Right..." You said quietly to yourself as you stood up. "I'll be right back." You tried your best not to let your mind drift back into your thoughts on your relationship with Chan. Every time you close your eyes to wash off the suds, your friends would pop back into your mind teasing you.
You finally shut off the water when you decided you had enough. You quickly dressed yourself before making your way back into the living room. Chan's head was back on your lap as you continued on playing with his hair. You couldn't help but question your relationship with him once again. Does he like me? In a way more than best friends? There's no way, right...?
"Hey Chan, can I ask you a question?" You asked as you pushed his bangs back to look into his dark brown eyes.
"What's up, princess?" He asked with a smile.
"Why do you like being so close to me?" You immediately asked.
"I don't know," Chan responded just as he shrugged his shoulders. "I just do." Of course, what was I thinking? Him? Like me? Even if he did, what am I going to do with that information? You asked yourself as your lips pressed into a thin line.
"Do you want me to be honest?" Chan suddenly asked, immediately getting your attention. "I like being close to you because I don't like the way other people look at you. The way some guys look at you makes me want to hide you in my arms. Call me jealous or whatever but, whenever I hold your hand or have my arm around you, it makes me feel like you're mine..." Chan said without break eye contact.
"Chan..." You called out for him quietly.
"I like you, (y/n)." Chan suddenly said as he sat up straight. "I've liked you for a while, I just never had the courage to say anything. I didn't want to ruin our friendship but I guess it's too late now." He said before smiling softly at you.
Everything immediately fell silent. He likes me... He really likes me... Do I like him too? You questioned yourself as memories of the two of you played in your mind. Not knowing how to react to the sudden confession, you continued to stare back at him as your eyes shifted constantly. Your lips were parted but nothing came out.
"It's getting kinda late, can we watch the movie another time?" Chan asked, trying to break the awkward silence. "I'll take the pull out couch, tonight." Chan got up from the sofa still with the same soft smile. "Wait, Chan." "Good night, (y/n)." Chan said, ignoring you. He quickly made his way onto the couch in your room.
You closed your eyes as you let out a sigh. What have I done? I shouldn't have asked him... Now things are awkward between us. "I'm so stupid." You mumbled to yourself as you looked over at Chan who now has his back facing you. I've hurt your feelings, didn't I? You questioned yourself as you continued to stare at his back.
Throughout the night you tried your best to distract yourself until it was time for you to sleep. You quietly made your way passed Chan and over to your bed. You glanced over at him once more before throwing your blanket over your entire body.
You kept twisting and turning in bed as scenarios you've come up with replayed over and over. "Oh my god, why can't I sleep?" You mumbled quietly to yourself as you sat up on your bed. You heard Chan shifting around in the pull out couch before hearing him sighing.
You smiled softly to yourself before quietly making your way over to your couch. You sat down on the edge of the bed, looking down at Chan. "You can't sleep too?" You asked. Chan opened his eyes slowly before looking up at you and nodding his head.
"Yeah," He mumbled before pushing himself off the cushion. "Insomnia sucks." Chan said chuckling quietly, trying to lighten the mood a bit.
You nodded your head with a hum in agreement. "So..." You started off as you started to play with your hands. "What's keeping you up?" You asked peeking over at him.
"I don't really want to talk about it." Chan said quietly, avoiding your eyes. You could only nod your head in respect for his decision.
"Can I tell you about what's keeping me up?" You asked as you started to fiddle with Chan's blanket.
"Of course," Chan said with a soft smile. "You can tell me anything." "
That's great," You said as you patting your thighs lightly wanting Chan to lay down. Chan gladly rested his head on your lap with a smile. "I've been thinking a lot about earlier." You started off as you pushed his bangs back.
Chan's smile slowly faded away upon hearing those words leave your lips. "Can we not talk about earlier, please?" He asked quietly avoiding your eyes once again.
"Chan, please," You spoke in a quiet voice. "I know you don't want to talk about it but it's not a good idea for us to ignore it." Chan nodded his head slowly, telling you to continue on. "Thank you." You said quietly as you continued to play with his hair.
"I kept thinking about what you said to me earlier today and because of that, I started coming up with random scenarios with other people. I imagined other guys doing what we do on a regular basis. Being so close, having the conversations like we do, I imagined doing all of that with someone else. To be frank, I hated it. I hated even the thought of being with someone else other than you. I like being held by you. I like being pampered by you. I love being babied by you. I love being around you. And I think I like you, the way you like me." You said the last sentence slowly as you looked into his eyes, searching for his reaction.
You could slowly see Chan's eyes lighting up with happiness before he quickly pulled you down for a hug. "I'm sorry," You mumbled against his neck before looking down at him. Chan stared up at you with his brows slightly furrowed. "I'm sorry if I hurt you earlier with the way I reacted to your confession."
"It's fine," He said quietly as he started drawing small circles on your upper arm. "Yeah, it hurt when you reacted like that but look at what happened." He said with a wide smile. "I can finally call you mine."
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A/N: I genuinely think this sucks... I feel like it just sounds choppy... Sorry about that, it’s three in the morning... Yeah... Sorry about that
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#Stray Kids#Stay#Chan#Bang Chan#Chris Bang#Chris#Scenario#Drrabble#Imagine#Stray Kids Imagine#Stray Kids Scenario#Stray Kids Fluff#Chan Fluff#Bang Chan Fluff#Stray Kids Drable
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Defeat
You did it! After hopping from planet to planet, chasing this annoying ass around, you downed him. Jay staggered in place, before finally falling to the ground. But, disappointingly, he only seemed to have dropped one piece of loot. The good news is its legendary. You walk towards the body and reach for the orange glowing item.
A hand grabs your wrist. Shit! He’s not dead!
“Ohh, comin’ to help me up? Why, thank you,” he said, as he worked on pulling himself up with your arm. His other hand, holding a large knife, used the knife to do the pushing part of getting himself up. “I must repay your kindness,” those words weren’t really said in such a nice manner. As he got on his feet, finally, still having hold of your arm, he shoves the knife into your gut. You gasp in pain, and when he pulls it out, you fall to your knees. The wound seems bad. Maybe even fatal. You’re having trouble trying to concentrate on anything else he could be saying afterwards.
“Vault Hunter!” Something seemed to have startled him, though. He turns to run, still staggering a bit, however, but there he goes. You see a Tediore gun running after him.
A new hand comes to your aid, helping you up and handing you a heavy duty hypo. “Hey, you okay?” It was Jared. This may be the first time you’re actually seeing him face to face. He’d been talking to you and the other Raiders over the ECHO for the most part, before. Once you were on your feet and all healed up, Jared looked off in the direction Jay ran. “Shit, he got away. Are we any closer to finding out where he’s trying to go, next?”
You finally are able to pick up the item that was dropped. It was Jay’s grenade mode, Golden Chaos. No one is able to answer Jared’s last question before someone pops up on the ECHO. “Aw, ffuck. Did I drop my grenade mod?” Jay was already far out of catching range by the time he called you back. “Shit, well. I’ll just have to grab it from you the next time we meet. I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it a gazillion times again; you can’t get rid of me that fuckin’ easily. Later, Monster Killer- No, wait, that sounds too cool. Uhhh, Janitor? Janitor. Cuz, y’know, you’re still tryin’ to clean up my messes. Well get ready for this next spill, cuz this one is gonna be a doozy. Buh bye, now.”
#drrabble#drabble#some years later stuff#idk what to call it yet#needs a name so i can tag it and find it tho hmmm#and maybe do more#also written in second person because#idk#reasons#or something#BLEH#thought of this on the way home and it just seemed too awesome to me at the time ok#possibly a 5 years later thing#the rest might actually end up being regular 3rd person if i get around to more i just wanted this one to be this way#idk should i change it? does it seem weird this way?
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Stairway To Heaven
(So my brain did a thing. Not my best work, but my excuse is that it’s hard to write when you’re crying so much...
Anyway, here’s Nick being sent to Heaven by Chuck before he left.
And oh yeah... Beware of the feels.)
Nick awoke in the middle of the night to the same noise, the sound of his windows being smashed in and the front door forced open. It was the same every time. Everything detail was the same. “Nick, did you hear that?”
“Stay here, I’ll go check it out.”
Every time, she reached out for his arm. “No, don’t leave me.”
“Sarah,” he urged, “Stay here, go check on Evan. I’ll be right back.” Every night he relived the day he lost them. His wife Sarah and their infant son. Every night it was the same… But this time, Nick’s cell door opened and Crowley, the King of Hell stood in the doorway. “Nicholas. It’s been fun, but it’s time for you to go home...Apparently.”
“But I thought I was home,” Nick uttered as he looked around at the grey, blood splattered walls that had been his bedroom wallpaper just a moment ago.
“Come on,” Crowley promoted, inclining his head towards the exit. “It’s never a good idea to keep Him waiting.”
Nick’s brows furrowed in confusion. “Keep who waiting?”
Another figure emerged and moved to shake his hand. “Hey, call me Chuck.”
“Hi Chuck…” Nick shook the offered hand but it was clear on his face how dazed and confused he was. “Wanna explain to me what the fuck is going on here?”
“Sure,” Chuck smiled. “I’ll explain on the way.”
It felt like a fraction of a second had passed before Nick found himself standing in a bright white room. “What the…”
“She’s waiting for you, Nick. They both are.”
Before Nick could say anything more, the door opened and a familiar voice called to him. “Nick?”
Nick just stared at his wife like the ghost she was, not sure if she was a dream, a nightmare or a drunken hallucination.“Oh my god…” He instinctively turned to Chuck for guidance who simply smiled and gestured for him to go to Sarah.
Rushing over, to her, Nick practically fell into her arms and held her so tightly like he never wanted to let her go. “I missed you so much,” he sobbed, unable to stop the tears from flowing. Getting to see her smile again, feel her in his arms again. It was too much. “I missed you too, baby,” Sarah smiled before moving to wipe away his tears. “You know who else has missed you?”
Nick’s ears pricked up to the sound of his son crying, just like he’d hear a million times in his nightmare. But as he moved towards the sound, he found Evan in his crib like normal. No blood, no horrific images. Just a healthy normal baby who wanted his father. Nick was overcome with tears of joy and relief for a good thirty seconds before he was able to scoop up his son in his arms and cradle him there.
“Baby, why are you crying?” Sarah asked with her sweet voice.
“I’m just so happy,” Nick answered through the tears. “I never thought I’d see you both again.”
“We’re right here, baby.” Sarah lovingly pet his hair, her lovely smile still on her face. The one he’d fallen in love with. “Right where you left us.”
“I didn’t want to leave you… I’m sorry.”
“Shhh, it’s okay,” Sarah assured him as she continued to gently stroke his hair. “Everything’s okay now.”
As Nick started to calm down, he remember the guy who’d brought him back to his family. He just caught the guy as he was about to turn and leave. “Hey, Chuck? Thank you.”
Chuck gave him another smile and said, “You’re welcome. You’ve earned this.”
With that, he closed the door and walked away, leaving Nick to enjoy his personal Heaven. Reunited with his family at last.
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for @czennienet‘s neowinter festival! day 1: blanket cuddles
jung jaehyun x reader | fluff | wc: 491
[7:48AM] Days off are rare for Jaehyun, especially on Sundays. You don’t know what it is about SM but while the rest of the world relaxes the day before the work week begins, it seems like your boyfriend and the rest of his group constantly have something in their schedules. So when you uncharacteristically wake up before him and look at the time, you begin to panic. The two of you have been scolded by their managers enough times and while their managers like you, they also have a job to do; and it’s their job to make sure that Jaehyun is doing his job.
“Jae!” you hiss while shaking his shoulder. “Jaehyun, wake up! You have to leave, it’s late!”
“Mmm baby, what’re you talking about?” he hums as he swats your hands away. With half-closed eyes, he manages to wrap his arms around you and brings you back down to the bed, half of his body covering yours as he nuzzles his face into your neck.
You push at his shoulder but his grip on you is too tight and only seems to get tighter the more you struggle against him. Jaehyun pulls the blanket up so that it’s covering you again and you can’t help but laugh a bit when he shushes you. “Babe, it’s Sunday,” you explain as you poke at his bare back. “You have to leave in less than 15 minutes, wake up!”
He mumbles something against your neck but his voice is too quiet and his lips are pressed against your skin so his words come out muffled. When you ask him to repeat himself, Jaehyun lets out a heavy sigh and lifts his head up, tired eyes looking into yours as he pouts. “I said that I have the day off,” he huffs. “Now will you stop talking and just let me hold you please? It’s cold outside of the blankets and I missed you.” With that, he puts his face back into its rightful place in the crook of your neck and you feel him smile when you slowly wrap your arms around him and place a hand in his hair.
As you play with his hair, you feel yourself grow more and more tired from the combination of his body heat and the warmth from the blankets. You try to stay awake to savor this moment with Jaehyun but it’s getting harder and harder to keep your eyes open. Just as you’re about to fall asleep, you feel one of Jaehyun’s hands tap at your shoulder.
“Go back to sleep, baby,” Jaehyun mumbles, turning his face to the side so he can look at you out of the corner of his eye. “I know you’re still awake. I’ll still be here when you wake up. And then we can spend the entire day together.” He presses a light kiss to your jaw and you smile before nodding. “But let’s just sleep a little bit more.”
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Attempted Help [Jungkook x Reader]
Warnings: It is poorly written angst but I tried.
Summery: You found yourself astral projecting to your soulmate once again, what happens if this time is diffrent? The final part of my starting 2020 off right! Thank you so much for @summerangel96 for participating and for following me!
Word count: 1.1k
Genre: Angst; Soulmate AU
Cold hard ground greeted you as you woke up, your head pounding as you struggled to regain a grasp on what was happening. You looked around, shocked to be in a dark bedroom, clothes and random things haphazardly thrown around as if whoever lived here was too busy to properly clean up. You were not in your bedroom anymore but where you were was another question. You had started to visit your soulmate through astral projection less than a month ago, always seeing them asleep. It didn't matter when you were roughly pulled into the astral plane. Unlike what you have read about the astral soulbond, you couldn't touch or interact with the world around you and you didn't even know if your soulmate knew that you visited him. You were sure that he visited you every once in a while because you often found stuff in your dorm cleaned up or food made or little notes written when you didn't do any of that. You don't know why your astral projecting was so different but for one reason or another, it was.
You looked down at him, sound asleep and wrapped tightly in his blankets. You felt relaxed just looking at him resting. From what you had gathered in the few times you had visited, he was a very busy man, often traveling and sleeping into ungodly hours when possible. You wished you could reach out and touch him and make sure that he was properly taking care of himself but you couldn’t. You couldn't touch anything. All you could do was watch over him until you left the astral realm.
The man sighed in his sleep and turned onto his back, revealing his face to you. This was the first time that you had gotten a proper look at him as he adjusted to being sleeping right in the way of a moonbeam. His bed head was messier than the few other times you had seen it and the small bit of drool that was drying against his cheek showed just how deeply he must be sleeping. If it was someone else, you might have thought that he looked messy but you had never felt that way towards him. A charm came with him that you couldn't get passed and there was some part of you that wanted to get under the covers with him and relax. You would most likely fall through the bed to the floor though. Turning around, you slowly walked around his room, the whole room looked like a messy gamer den, with lights strung on the walls and a pile of clothes on another bed that looked somewhat like a human.
When you first astral projected to your soulmate you were so confused. Not only was it disorienting to suddenly be in a different place, but you couldn't interact with anything. You tried many things but none of them worked and simply left you with more than a couple bruises. Now you were used to the feeling of being a spectator in your soulmate's life. It wasn't fun and you wish you could remind him to take care of himself like he does to you but you could take what you could.
A soft whine made you turn around and look over at your soulmate once again. His brows were furrowed now, another whine leaving his lips as he tossed in the bed. Before your eyes, he seemed to get more and more anxious and scared, his teeth even coming out and biting his lip aggressively. Worry flooded you. Was he having a nightmare? Was something wrong? You didn’t know what to do but you knew that you wanted to help him out as best as you could. With a slow step forwards, you knelt down next to his bed. You couldn’t touch him while projecting but if maybe he could sense you there with him, his nightmare might subside.
“I am right here baby. Please just relax.” You whispered, hoping that he could somehow hear you.
You doubted that he could but it was clear something was happening in your soulmate’s sleep because he was tossing and turning more and more. His sheets quickly tangling around his legs as he moved more and more aggressively, sweat now glistening on his body. You tried to reach out and untangle the sheets but as you expected, your hand simply fell through them and landed on your side once again. You watched in worry as your soulmate kept struggling and fretting, his face twisted more and more stressed. Your heart twisted, you were here for him. You have been with him from the beginning of this nightmare but there was nothing you could do for him. You can’t touch him. You can’t comfort him.
Fruitlessly, you reached your hand out to try and touch his face, the faint hope that he could possibly sense you. Your hand would pass through him no matter what.
Shockingly, it connected with his face and you felt his soft skin against your rough palm. You sat there, your hand on his face and an agape mouth for a minute or so. Shock wrecking your system. In all that you had read about your soul bond, this would never happen. You shouldn’t interact while in the astral realm. The most you ever saw of him when he was watching over you was a small reflection of him and even then it was fleeting. How were you touching him? How had your hand not just gone through the bed again? Had you somehow been transported here? What was happening?
He was stirring more now, eyelids fluttering, gently moving his mouth. He was waking up. Distantly you thought of moving your hand from his face but you were stuck. He opened his eyes and looked up at you. His eyes were amazing. You could look into them for hours and not get bored. You tried to read his face but it was almost shocking. You opened your mouth to say something, anything but before you could do so, your world went black.
You woke up to your head pounding and your limbs sore from laying in the same spot for a while. You felt like the rug was pulled from under your feet. You had just touched your soulmate. If you hadn't been sent back to your bed, you could be interacting with him right now.
A notification from your phone tore you from your thoughts. You looked at it to see some random account had messaged you on twitter. You opened your app and saw the message:
You're my soulmate.
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Guardian Angel (Jessica Jones Drabble)
Character/s: Jessica
Word Count: 538
Requested: @the-radio-star
Power: Wing Manifestation
Tag List: @dontdowhatisayandnobodygetshurt @sir-pattystew @melody-of-scream
A/N: I am so very sorry about the wait my love! Writers block hit me so hard and I’m just so unsure of my ideas lately. Though I wasn’t expecting this story line, I actually really like it and hope you do, too! Feedback is always appreciated 💜
An angel. That’s what the media called you. A new vigilante in the city with the sillouhett of something else. Heroes weren’t new, infact it was old news until you came around. People throwing themselves into danger, in the drama of others lives, on the streets of a city that never slept. Sightings through flickering alleys and dimly lit streets, through the bustling crowds of taxis and people alike. Always gone within the blink of an eye, one of the rest in mere seconds.
The city became obsessed, holding on to hope if they had their cell phones out at the right moment they’d catch a glimpse of you through the lense of their camera. A picture, a video, any shade of a sighting would work, could get them the fame they’d always dreamt of. Fake stories about you came flooding in as the excitement of your very being grew. Hundreds, maybe thousands of unreported accounts filled in every number that could be listed. From saving kittens from trees to babies in burning buildings, you found yourself in every headline, article, and report through New York. The talk of the town, the next best thing to save the world.
Dozens of private investigators hired to find you by anonymous sources with manila folders full of cash and a deadline. Whoever they were, whichever outlet they were working for or against, their desperation grew. More money, extending the date, pleading with them. She was no exception. She earned a name for himself, growing in fame by the general public, but only a single source asked for her help. She was fine with it. Better to stick with one customer than be played by others. They were all quiet, easily blended into the background, knowing just where to look with their chunky cameras and hooded sweatshirts, but she was different, just like you. She could see past the lies and crooked smiles to the truth. The real truth.
The anonymous folder turned out to be someone real. Skin and bone to match the handwriting. She gave over what she could, supplied the information she’d gathered in just a few short weeks. By far the hardest case she’d worked on in a long time, even made her doubt herself, her abilities, question how rusty she’d truly become in her short time away from sneaking and stalking. It wasn’t much. This wasn’t a solved case like all the others. This would take more time, more money, something neither party could afford.
You took the folder anyways, thanking her regardless of the holes in the plot, even offering her a tip. You’d always wanted to see just how easy it was to find out your true identity. If the best of the best needed more time, trailing an unsuspecting soul night after night, still unsure if it was even the right person, you had nothing to worry about. As P. I.’s became more popular, you were scared you’d he ripped from your life and into the spotlight, but no one ever thought maybe your wings could disappear, that maybe you looked and acted like everyone else when you weren’t trying to keep your home safe. Even the thought had never crossed Jess’ mind.
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“Easy, princess,” - Jooheon
Genre: smut 💦
Pairings: Jooheon x OC
Warning: a quick prelude to first time sex
He kisses you slowly, his hands cupping your cheeks with utmost sincerity and softness, a faint hum of approval when you smile against his lips, “You’re too cute,”
He gasps when you swing a leg over his lap, straddling him on the couch, hovering just above him. His eyes widen, hyper aware of your position on his crotch. His hands are firm on you hips, his expression careful on yours, the television still blaring in the background.
His eyes darken when you re-adjust yourself on his lap, practically grinding yourself over his jeans with a mewl. He obliges when you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in for another kiss, only for him to break away with a grunt and bated breath, “Easy, princess.”
Continued here.
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44 + 52 + 53 akakuro? :D
things you said before you kissed me + things you said withmy lips on your neck + things you said in the dark (prompt me!)
“Akashi-kun, this is a bad idea,” Kuroko says.
His hand tightens on Akashi’s wrist, and Akashi smiles. Hecan tell Kuroko catches the flash of teeth, the meaning of his wordlessness,because Kuroko kisses him then. His lips are soft and he tastes of barelyanything (fitting, but surprising nonetheless).
“Is it?” Akashi says, when they part.
It doesn’t seem like it, with Kuroko’s pupils blown wide,breathing ragged already. He frowns at Akashi and Akashi kisses him againbefore he makes another smart remark. He lets his lips travel down Kuroko’schin, down his throat.
“Oh,” Kuroko says.
His throat vibrates against Akashi’s lips, and Akashi smilesinto his skin.
“Please, Akashi-kun.”
His grip tightens on Akashi’s arms, and Akashi draws back.Kuroko blinks at him, dumbstruck; Akashi reaches for the light switch.
“Only if you want to,” says Akashi.
“Please don’t fake me out like that,” says Kuroko. “But yes.”
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-- lean on me
saebom finds out one of the things that jess is scared of for the first time
a/n: self-indulgent fic round 2 leggo. also based off a text post
it’s really amazing that it had taken this long, honestly.
they had been living together for about a month or so now, and it was rather smooth sailing actually, for how against it they had both been for a while. but both of their respective leases on their old apartments were up, and it was about time -- as most of their friends thought. they had been officially dating for roughly two years already, and had been dancing around each other on and off since the infamous spongebob jacket day, so it really only made sense that their next move was to be together.
the apartment was a nice one, considering both of their past (and current, for saebom) jobs as models, as well as the fact they they were either pureblood or had pureblood relatives who had old money to their name. it’s spacious, modern, high enough up to have a great view and close enough to all of their friends.
(jess had had the time of her life decorating it, having just graduated in the spring and therefore had enough free time -- between photoshoots and planning her cafe -- on her hands to dedicate it all to the interior design. she was lucky that they had similar tastes, honestly, and enough money to support it all.)
they’ve settled into a routine now though, juggling their respective hectic schedules, having a meal together whenever they’re both home for it, spending time together when they’re able to, sleeping in the same bed when they’re both home for it.
it’s nice.
it just so happens that the last thunderstorm of the year occurs on a night when they’re both at home. they’ve finished eating dinner, and it’s a miracle that neither of them have a shoot or a meeting or a fitting that they have to run off to, both of them enjoying the free time.
he’s sitting in bed, on his phone and he’s reading some article or another when he sees the first flash of lightning, turning his head just slightly to glance at the window just to make sure it was closed. it’s about to storm, saebom thinks, flicking his wand to draw the curtains before turning his attention back to the article he’s reading. it’s quiet, aside from the music that’s playing from the ipod on their nightstand, before a loud clap of thunder shakes the entire place.
followed by a loud squeak, which he’s pretty sure is from his girlfriend.
“jess?” he calls out, glancing up from his phone and peering in the general direction of the bathroom that was currently occupied by her. “what happened?”
“i’m fine!” comes her answer, her voice a bit too peppy, but he passes it off as nothing, assuming she had done something that she was embarrassed about and didn’t want him to know about. it happened often enough, and usually she would tell him anyway a while after the math, so he genuinely wasn’t too concerned.
there’s another flash of light, see-able even through the drawn curtains, but he doesn’t react this time because his phone buzzes at the same time, alerting him of a new email he had received and he checks it quickly, considering it’s from his manager.
the following clap of thunder though, completely takes his attention because its followed by a muffled whimper that he hears, even through the music playing. but before he can react, their lights flicker, and a moment later, the entire apartment is plunged into darkness. he sits up, immediately casting a ‘lumos’ to assist him, standing up and hurrying to the bathroom to find his girlfriend.
something is wrong is what his brain is tell him, and it makes him hurry there, pushing the door open carefully in case jess was right behind the door.
“jess?” he murmurs softly, shining the light from the tip of his wand into it and seeing her hugging her knees, crouched down on the floor, her hands over her head. it clicks, after a moment of bewilderment, and he exhales softly before quickly tugging her into his arms, hugging her close. “are you scared of thunder?” he asks, his voice gentle, wondering if she would deny it.
“... no,” comes her voice, just a whisper against his shirt, and he can’t help but smile to himself at that, feeling exceptionally fond. even terrified out of her mind, the tone of voice she was using betrayed her words, she was still going to deny it because he had asked.
“okay,” saebom agrees, not arguing as he gently coaxes her to her feet, allowing her to keep her face burrowed in his chest as he carefully walks them both out of the bathroom and back to their bedroom, and into bed, ignoring that her hair was still wet from the shower she had been finishing up with when the power went out.
he quietly summons the candles they have -- the ones that smell like coffee that jess likes to collect even though she rarely remembers to light them up -- lighting them with the tip of his wand, and charming them so that they floated around the room, in lieu of looking for somewhere to place them all.
she’s shaking a bit in his arms, her face still hidden from view, and saebom frowns, wondering if it was because she was cold or if it was because she was terrified. instead of trying to figure it out, he decides to just take it as both and he pulls the blanket up around her shoulders, pressing a soft kiss to the top of her head as he runs his hand down her back soothingly. he’s thankful that they almost always had music playing, so it wouldn’t seem jarring if it suddenly started, and he directs his wand at the ipod on the nightstand to change the song to something less noisy. the last thing he does is make sure that the blinds are fully drawn, so the flashing of the lightning can’t be seen past any gaps, before he puts his wand down.
when he thinks he’s done all that he can, he just shifts so they’re laying down together, her frame tucked safely against his own. unsure of what else to do, he starts humming softly, running his fingers through her slightly damp hair, firmly ignoring the wetness he can feel against his shirt.
jess exhales softly, her fingers tightening in his shirt as she curls impossibly closer to him, mumbling something that he can’t really make out above the sound of his humming. “just sleep,” he murmurs softly, pressing another gentle kiss to silver hair.
“sleep, i’ll be here in the morning.”
the morning finds them curled up together still, all the candles burned out, but she can’t even be mad at him for forgetting to put them out. the apartment smells more like espresso than ever.
maybe thunderstorms weren’t so bad after all.
with him there, of course.
#!drrabble#otp:black coffee never tasted so sweet#!wc:1166#okay so i'm actually scared of thunder irl but not to the extent that i portrayed it in the fic i swear lmao#i do prefer to be under blankets if possible but other than that i'm not that bad HAHA
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She Was Different - (M)
Genre; Smut~
Length; 450+ words
She was a different person on camera than she was off it.
She was a lively, cute princess that just lit up the entire room with her smile on camera... but in person, it was almost as if a switch inside her flipped.
She needed to be control- she needed to have power over someone.
“Get on all fours now, princess.” Hani aggressively purred, pressing the bottom of her pumps against your upper back as he stood behind you. “Now.”
Immediately you obeyed, her soft yet icy tone riling up that need you felt inside to please. “Yes Ma-” Before you could finish your sweet reply, the sharp lick of the riding crop against your bare back had you jolting down into a deep arch as a pained whimper escaped you.
Tracing the arch of your back with the crop, she cruelly giggled as your sweet cry filled her with satisfaction. “Mhmm, what do you say after Mistress hits you, baby?” He cooed, slowly walking in front of you.
“Th-Thank you, Mistress.” You frantically responded, pressing your lips together as her step forward caused you to wince.
“Oh baby..” She hummed, still drawing little x’s and o’s along the new reddening welt that began to form. “So sweet, so timid..” Again, the sting of the riding crop hitting your skin forced out another trembled whimper as you tried to endure the pain.
Moving the crop, she caressed your face with the leather material just before lightly tapping your chin. “Head up baby.”
You silently nodded, lifting your head- turning your heavy-lidded eyes up to her.
God was he beautiful... if it weren’t the sinful events taking place at the moment, you’d swear she was an angel trapped on Earth.
It was as if she could read your mind because that stern, cold expression on her face turn warm for a moment- offering you a comforting smile only for a second before the darkness in her returned.
She silently walked over to the pink suede couch, taking a seat with her legs wide open.
“Crawl to me, babygirl.. Crawl to Mistress.” She purred, her lewd words enticing you as you obeyed.
Crawling to her on your hands and knees as your eyes stayed locked with hers. “Good girl.~” She cooed, carefully watching each move you made while you made your way to your rightful place between her legs. “That’s my good little girl.”
Taking her plush lower lip between her teeth- giving it a soft tug while she yet again ran the unforgiving toy along your curvaceous side. “Now, baby, I want you to make me cum.”
“You know what, if you can make me cum in less than ten minutes then I’ll make sure to treat you well, princess.”
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by GlitternGlow
Drrabble Challenge for April, the prompt was "Just Right" in only 100 words
thanks to TimothysBoxers for this one. Was brill to write.
Someone is making Harry tea, just how he likes it.
Words: 100, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Series: Part 9 of Harry Potter Drabbles
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: M/M
Characters: Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter
Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter
Additional Tags: Tea, Drarry Discord Writers Corner Drabble Challenge
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ashleigh-jewitt-xx replied to your post “ashleigh-jewitt-xx replied to your post “ashleigh-jewitt-xx replied...”
I do try... but it's Luke freaking Cage! I do have a new story written where I'm writing in the past in (tries to think of the era...but it's gone ) so that's something different for me, so I may be adventurous for au week... if I had a plot idea ;) Any klaroline regency fics you can rec? Always looking to read more
I’ve heard it’s difficult to say no to Luke Cage haha. And I think it’s great you’re writing something that’s set in a past era! I love trying out new tones/genres/tropes etc. Experimenting in writing is half the fun! I’ve been wanting to try writing from a more removed/objective third person POV. One of my WIP’s is a little more like that but not quite? (It’s harder than you’d think.)
As far as Klaroline regency recs go, I know that Lenna @lynyrdwrites wrote one I really enjoyed for the A03 Vaycay Exchange. If you haven’t checked that Scandal of the Season yet, you totally should. ;)
Kiss Me Back to Life by @accidental-rambler. Kate also has a GoT AU 3-shot called When the Sun Has Set. It’s not technically a regency AU but 1) It’s freaking AMAZEBALLS and everyone should read it. 2) It gives me period drama feels so I figured I’d include it? haha.
Your Hand and A Taste of Danger by @honestgrins. I LITERALLY COULD SQUEAL ABOUT THESE FOR YEARS.
This Pride and Prejudice snippet by @willowaus is lovely as well.
The Devil in Me by @immortalpen
The Heart Gambles on a Kiss by @anastasiadreams
The last two are multichapters I read before I joined Tumblr/made a FF.net account and they’re so well-written I still fangirl over them. :)
I know there are others, but I think these are excellent fics/drrabbles in which to start! xx
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Has A Knack For Finding Things
Has A Knack For Finding Things
“Jess, I’m sorry but I need you,” she said. “I just don’t know what I’ve done with them. ”
“And you thought that I could help?” Jess said, grinning as she stepped through the door and into her sister’s living room.
“Well, you’ve always had a knack for this kind of thing,” Alice replied. “I mean. It’s an emergency. These photos are important and if I can’t find them...”
Jess laughed. “Don’t worry, I’ve got you.” She moved around the room before walking straight down the hall and into the spare room before returning with the photos.
“You’re a lifesaver, Jess.”
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12 Cookies Baking by SBK
Michonne can’t contain her laughter as she watches Carl practically dancing at her side with excitement. The timer is set to go off in just another minute and the house is filled with the aroma of fresh baking cookies. Judith is in her high chair, her blue eyes dancing with delight as she can detect that something fun is about to take place. Michonne wants Carl to have something of what used to be before the apocalypse and she wants Judith’s first Christmas to be as special as possible. They all share a knowing, hungry look as the buzzer sounds.
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