#fic: Kaleidoscope of chaos

[littlemessyjessi]

So, uh, update for KoC is post poned. I fell off the balcony and I'm at the ER. I'm hoping it's nothing serious. Everything just hurts but maybe nothing is broken. Say a healing for dear old Mama K, lol.

Also have a Tae as an apology. I'll try my best to get the chapter out tomorrow.

#fic: kaleidoscope of chaos #bts #Kim taehyung

[elenawritesxx]

JEALOUSY, JEALOUSY

PAIRING - bucky barnes x reader

SUMMARY - bucky cant help but get jealous at stark’s party as he watches you interact with the others, because all he wants to do is kiss you then and there

WC - 1,1k

EXTRA - one use of y/n, bucky being jealous and overprotective, stark being a smartass,

NOTES - hi angels, if i made a patreon where i would update regularly with longer fics and answer your asks quicker, would anyone support me there too?

PS. - english isn’t my first language so if you see any grammar or spelling mistakes please don’t hesitate to point them out:))

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the rhythmic pulse of music filled the opulent halls of stark tower, the vibrant lights casting kaleidoscopic patterns across the dance floor. tony stark's parties were legendary, a whirlwind of glamour, extravagance, and hedonism. yet amidst the glittering throng of guests, bucky barnes found himself feeling distinctly out of place.

clad in a sleek suit that hugged his muscular frame, bucky stood at the edge of the room, his steel-blue eyes scanning the crowd with a mix of wariness and apprehension. his grip tightened around the crystal tumbler in his hand as he watched the scene unfold before him.

amidst the sea of revelers, his gaze inevitably found its way to you, the object of his affection and the reason for his unease. you moved with effortless grace, your laughter ringing out like a melody amidst the voices.

bucky's heart clenched painfully in his chest as he watched you interact with the other guests, a swarm of admirers vying for your attention. he knew he had no right to feel this way—no claim over you—but the sight of other men hovering around you like vultures sent a surge of possessiveness coursing through his veins.

"hey there, buckaroo," a voice interrupted his thoughts, and bucky turned to see tony stark himself sauntering up to him, a knowing smirk playing on his lips.

"enjoying the party?" tony asked, his eyes twinkling with mischief and sipping on his own glass of champagne.

bucky forced a tight smile, the tension in his jaw betraying his true feelings. "yeah, it's a real blast," he replied tersely, his gaze flickering back to where you were standing across the room.

tony followed his line of sight and chuckled knowingly. "ah, i see. keeping an eye on y/n, are we?" he teased, nudging bucky playfully.

bucky bristled at the implication, his jaw clenching in frustration. "she's just a friend," he muttered through gritted teeth, though the words felt hollow even to his own ears.

tony raised an eyebrow, his expression one of mock disbelief. "right, just a friend," he echoed, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "tell me, barnes, do you always look at your friends like you want to devour them whole?"

bucky's cheeks flushed crimson at the implication, a surge of guilt mingling with the simmering jealousy in his chest. he opened his mouth to protest, but before he could utter a word, a commotion erupted across the room.

a group of boisterous guests had gathered around you, their laughter ringing out like a chorus of bells. bucky's heart plummeted as he watched a particularly persistent admirer step too close for comfort, his hand lingering on your lower back.

without a second thought, bucky was striding across the room, his jaw set in a steely resolve. he reached you in a matter of seconds, his presence looming over the other man like a thundercloud.

"is there a problem here?" bucky's voice was low and dangerous, a warning laced with thinly veiled menace. winter soldier coming through for a second.

the other man recoiled at the sudden intrusion, his eyes widening in surprise. "n-no, no problem at all," he stammered, taking a hasty step back.

bucky's gaze never wavered from yours as he gently took your hand in his, his touch warm and reassuring. "come on," he said softly, his voice a soothing balm amidst the chaos of the party. "let's get out of here."

you nodded wordlessly, your heart pounding in your chest as bucky led you away from the crowd, his protective presence a shield against the world outside.

as you slipped away into the quiet solitude of the night, the tangled web of jealousy and desire that had ensnared you both seemed to unravel, leaving only the fragile threads of something deeper—a connection that transcended words and boundaries, binding you together in ways neither of you could fully comprehend.

the cool night air greeted bucky and you as the two of you stepped out onto the balcony, the cacophony of the party fading into the distance behind you. bucky's grip on your hand remained firm but gentle, a silent reassurance in the darkness.

"i'm sorry," you murmured, breaking the tense silence that hung between them. "i didn't mean to cause a scene back there."

bucky shook his head, his expression softening as he turned to face you. "you didn't do anything wrong, angel," he replied earnestly, his thumb tracing soothing circles on the back of your hand. "i just couldn't stand seeing you surrounded by those assholes."

a soft smile tugged at the corners of your lips, gratitude warming your heart at his words. "thank you, bucky," you whispered, your voice barely above a whisper. "for always looking out for me.

bucky's heart skipped a beat at the sincerity in your eyes, a rush of warmth flooding his chest. "always," he vowed, his voice filled with quiet determination.

for a long moment, the two of you stood together in comfortable silence, the only sound the gentle rustle of the wind against the city skyline and faded music coming from the party. the weight of unspoken emotions hung heavy in the air.

then, without warning, something came over him, and bucky's hand cupped your cheek, his touch tender yet possessive as he leaned in closer, his lips hovering just inches from yours. time seemed to stand still as you gazed into each other's eyes, the world around you fading into obscurity.

he waited patiently for you to move away form him, to give him a sign that this wasn’t what you wanted, but you stayed still, waiting for him to finish what he started.

and then, with a soft exhale, bucky closed the distance between you two, his lips meeting yours in a gentle kiss that spoke of promises yet to be fulfilled. it was a moment of pure vulnerability, a silent confession of the feelings that had long simmered beneath the surface.

as you finally pulled away, not because you wanted to, but because you had to take a breath, the world seemed to shift on its axis, the weight of uncertainty replaced by a newfound sense of clarity. in each other's arms, the two of you found solace amidst the chaos, a beacon of light guiding them through the darkness.

"i don't ever want to lose you, precious," bucky whispered, his voice barely audible above the whisper of the wind.

you smiled softly, your heart overflowing with emotion as you pressed closer to him, seeking refuge in his embrace. "you won't," you promised, the words a vow etched in the depths of your soul. "i'm right here, bucky. Always. and i dont plan on going anywhere anytime soon."

and as you stood together beneath the starlit sky, your intertwined hands a symbol of the unbreakable bond that bound you two together, you knew that no matter what the future held, you would face it together, hand in hand, hearts entwined in a love that defied all odds.

#fanfic #x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky x you #bucky barnes fluff #bucky x reader #bucky x y/n #bucky barnes x reader #bucky fanfic #bucky fic #james buchanan barnes #bucky barnes #mcu x reader #tony stark #mcu bucky barnes #tony stark’s party

[hwaightme]

Safe and San

THIS IS 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI FOR MOUNT'S SAKE (nsfw tags under the cut) (masterlist)

🟡 pairing: san x afab!reader 🟡 genre: smut, pwp, fluff, established relationship 🟡 summary: in the coolness of an early morning, choi san reveals to you what it means to love in a quiet timelessness, where all that exists is you, him, and the sunrise. 🟡 wordcount: 5.3k 🟡 warnings/tags: fiance san, falling asleep in the living room reading together, sharing hoodies, just loving each other, summer season - yes it is spring but now it is summer because san said so, hoodie san, cuddles, hugs and kisses, sort of edited sort of not (lmk if there is intense chaos anywhere) 🟡 taglist: @doom-fics @legohwa @acciocriativity @justhere4kpop @honey-lemon-goose @byuntrash101 @shakalakaboomboo @starillusion13 @hongthoven 🟡 a/n: seriously idk where this came from, all I know is that I have been occasionally mindblanking and... here we are. Much love and all reblogs, comments, notes welcome <3

🟡 nsfw taglist: the petname content is intense in this one (sun, moon, stars, summer, honey, darling, love... nicknames...), all the praise, lazy sex, no protection (wrap before tap c'mon), cum inside, cockwarming, sex while in a state of semi-dress, fingering, the softest dom san, basically a service dom

The early morning haze entranced you. An ever-changing palette, the walls of your living room appeared to take on a different hue every time you languidly blinked, still fighting the heavy remnants of sleep. After having forgotten to completely draw the curtains, the luminescence of the cheerful, expectant sun crept across the cold wooden floor in a shy line, barely caressing the cream wall on the other side of the room, centimetres away from producing a kaleidoscopic scene by hitting the glass inserts of the shelving unit. The soft cushions that lined the l-shaped couch, and the woollen throw that hid you from the chill, were a cloud suspended in a tranquil bliss. You studied the familiar, adored surroundings as they metamorphosed from a lilac wonder to a glowing mandarin masterpiece, the brushstrokes of a pastel pink, coating the awakening sky, peeking from the other side of the window, capturing your bleary attention.

Not a sound, except for the level breathing of the man beside you. The man who had your love so fully, so deeply that you were not sure if the slow thudding in your chest was real, or was simply an echo, a comfortable illusion that you had agreed to settle for just so that you could give the heart away for him to keep. He would most definitely keep it safe. Find a neat little box for it, and, if you were lucky, find a place for it somewhere between the books and the video game DVDs, and admire it whenever he would walk past. Or perhaps he would be crafty enough to find a way of putting it in his pocket and carrying it around with him wherever he went – that way, you could miss him less than you normally did when you were apart. Shame you only had one heart, because you would give Choi San the universe if you could.

Your fiancé was like the grand starry expanse in the night, paving the way for explorers, lovers, and mystical creatures alike, and the radiant manifestation of Apollo in the day, bestowing upon the earth a hope, a heavenly brilliance, a magic the secret to which only he knew. With each moment that passed, you had come to understand that there was always more to San. Be it hidden in a sigh, in an enchanting glimmer in his eyes or in a simple gesture, he was an ethereal enigma that you were shocked, and infinitely grateful, existed.

Careful to not disturb him, which was a challenge in its own right considering that you had used his broad chest as your pillow, you lifted the throw ever so slightly and rose into a seated position. You gingerly adjusted the material back, and twisted yourself to be seated on the edge, and facing the literal sleeping beauty before you. You let your eyes travel across his resting face. From his forehead that was obscured by adorably ruffled onyx locks that poured out from underneath his grey hoodie. To his eyelids and lashes that showed the tiniest movement, making the soft light occupying the room land onto the little hairs and turn them to white gold. Down to the perfect line of his nose, the tip of which you liked to plant a quick peck on when you wanted to see your fiancé get flustered. And to his alluring lips which were parted ever so slightly. In the somnolent daze there was an angelic quality to him, a peace that you wanted to sink into and never depart from.

This was one of the first mornings in a while, that you had all the time in the world to keep on staring. For the most part, it was either you or San, or both of you having to get up and rush out of the door for work after having snoozed the alarm a ‘healthy’ number of times. Which is why it was surprising that you were even awake – five o’clock was not exactly your usual territory, and if not for the summer season blessing you with longer hours of sunshine, it was likely that you would not have distinguished between dream and reality, and dozed off lulled by the rise and fall that came with San’s every breath. But your wakefulness had its beauty: there was no stress spurring you on, and the sight of your love beside you, serenity written across his features, made you grateful for the surprising perkiness. For this short while, your personal heaven could be committed to memory, and serve as a transformation for every future when you would need to ‘rise and shine’.

You spotted San’s reading glasses lying, discarded, between his body and the back of the couch, inches from being squashed, while the books you and him had been reading were lying in awkward positions on the floor, much to your amusement. Careful not to damage the pages any more than they had been, you reached to pick the novels up, momentarily studying the covers before marking the pages with what turned out to be a folded receipt and a post-it with the glue segment torn off, and placing them on the coffee table. You settled back into a seated position, tucking one of your legs under you and pulling down the base of your oversized tee. A shiver passed down your back, reminding you of the fact that the air conditioner, your saving grace after the summer heat kicked in, rendering natural ventilation impossible if you wanted fresh air not laden with pollution and unbearable humidity, had been running at full power all night. Only now that you have removed yourself from the human radiator that was your fiancé did you realise this, and began to construct an escape plan that, hopefully, would not break San's peaceful slumber. If you were lucky, perhaps you could snatch and save his glasses.

These small troubles, trivialities of daily life were what brought a smile to your face. Endearing dilemmas that left you confident that what you were experiencing was a continuous blessing. Tongue between your teeth, poking ever so slightly out of your mouth, you concentrated on stalking towards the spectacles. Having stood up from the sofa, you were in a half crouch, bare feet sinking into the soft carpet, with only the rumble of the air conditioner to accompany you. When you were already hovering above San's chest, arm out reached to fish out your target, your breath hitched as he shifted and smacked his lips, following the adorable gesture by placing his arm, which previously was your only line of defence against falling off the sofa, over his abdomen, which in turn made the glasses fall a little deeper, just out of your reach. You mouthed a 'now what', contemplating your next course of action - you were getting cold, but too stubborn to accept a so-called defeat in this miniature game of capture the metaphorical flag.

The only way out was to summon the powers of feline agility and hope that San decided to be a deep sleeper today. Knee sinking into the edge of the pillow, the stitching digging into your skin as you inched forward while trying to keep a toe still on the ground, a peculiar source of security for the case that a quick retreat might be needed. Fingers flittering across the material, reminiscent of the pitter patter of rain - every effort to blend into the dormant landscape, an accidental echo of a season recently culminated. Closer and closer, your leg was a mere few centimetres away from San's torso, and you were arched over him, checking for any sudden changes in his position. But he was still. Almost too still. You narrowed your eyes and scanned his face, but could not detect any difference, aside from his mouth now being pressed together, however he did that in his sleep on occasion, so you paid it no mind. Suppressing a shiver, what used to be careful manoeuvring turned into risk as you took one final look at what you determined to be the sleeping form beneath you, and made a reach for the glasses, quietly hissing out a congratulations to yourself as soon as you felt your fingers touch the frame. Just a little more and you would be able to go get a sweater. Or turn the air conditioning off. Perhaps, since you were still occasionally blinking away the remnants of dreamland, you would get a cup of morning brew ready, and properly greet the sunrise by lounging on the tiny, but nevertheless welcoming terrace encased in shimmering glass. Or so you had hoped, until, as you were making your so-called journey back, a strong pair of arms snaked around your waist, and sharply pulled you in, so you now found yourself pressed flush against your sleepyhead love.

“Hmm… where are you going?” San mumbled, voice deep and groggy, resonating right above you as you wiggled to nuzzle into his neck, triumphantly holding onto his specs with one hand, pleased with yourself for having accomplished your initial task.

“‘s cold, so I need something warm.” It always took some time for him to register what you would say to him as he was waking up – on a number of occasions, he had not been able to recollect a single thing. So you kept your words simple, but even that made him give an exasperated whine as he hugged you tighter and rubbed the side of his face against your head, resulting in his hood being pushed back to reveal more of the heavily ruffled locks of jet black hair.

“But you have me… Y/N…” while answering you, San had managed to kick away the blanket fully, so that it now formed a dark grey heap at the other end of the sofa.

“I didn’t want to wake you, love,” you whispered back, shutting your eyes and relishing in the sensation, “you looked so cute and so peaceful.”

“What?” the sudden question made you raise your head momentarily, only to find San squinting right at you, “Nah… no.”

“No? My Sannie isn’t cute?” you asked, voice tinged with playful disappointment as you let your head fall back down, and took a deep breath.

Much like the early morning light, the mixture of cotton and San’s cologne was unequivocally captivating. It was the scent of the lazy days, the moments when you would allow yourselves to fall asleep, much like today, on the living room couch, legs intertwined after having spent the entire evening reading. An aroma of an embrace, a slow dance and a humming of a tune that only you knew, the notes that carried with themselves the melody of sweetest memories. The interplay of hemlock and bergamot, accompanied by heliotrope and mimosa – when you had pestered San enough times, he had read the profile out for you, the brief paragraph now forever imprinted in your mind in his timeless timbre.

A hand travelled underneath your t-shirt, trailing up and down your spine a couple of times before settling on tracing random patterns on the small of your back. You stifled a gasp as your fiancé took to toying with the waistband of your tracksuit bottoms, and, still laden with sleep, grunted and uttered his short, gruff retort.

“Not when I’ve read what I’ve read… ‘m surprised I even fell asleep.”

“Oh? And what was it you read?” a soft grin settled on your face as you sank into the feeling of San’s hands moulding you to his heart’s content. Unable to settle for one place, they roamed your body, worshipping every curve.

“Mm… too sleepy to explain…” he leaned into you, and upon nudging you to lie down a little bit higher, trailed a series of kisses down from your jawline to your neck, nipping at the sensitive skin, “…but I could show you.”

“Is that so? Well, I’m more than interested.”

“Wake me up a little bit more and I’ll give you a spoiler.” One of his hands travelled to meet your chin, and tilt it forwards so that his dark, glowing pools of adoration could meet yours, pupils trained on every micro expression despite being cradled in a blur, contained by relaxed lids and wispy eyelashes.

“Such a tease, Sannie.” You whispered, and gave into San’s guidance towards his soft lips, closing the space between you.

The infinite gradient of the sky’s spectacular hues exploded in your vision, as love’s intimate caress ignited a radiance within. With every passing moment, just as the cherry blossoms twirled to the ground in a muted waltz, giving way to flamboyant hydrangeas and mystical lilies, you too, fell deeper and deeper only to bloom once again with a new evolved adoration. A love that grew day in, day out. A love that motivated you to go on until tomorrow, for you knew that you would love even more then, and come to understand the naïve emptiness that you had trusted to be infatuation in the past. Fuller and fuller the soul became. The fuelled up inner fire that contained and protected your safe haven and your eternal paradise. While lilac skies and lavender fields blended into a heavenly unity only for a season, gifting natural beauty for a fleeting appreciation of its temporary existence, the reality that you and San had crafted was evergreen. It was, of course, expected to waver, much like any flowers that were meant to bloom, but together, you would sway and intertwine, two lifetimes turned to one harmonious duet in an everchanging landscape.

New leaves and blossoms replacing those that wilted, but to inexperienced eyes, devoid of recognising the impeccable, intricate details of time, it meant continuity. It meant immortality and a youthfulness that did not know time. This was how life with San had been and will continue to be forevermore. Each tender gaze and caress, the sweetest sigh into your ear was a rekindling of something greater, and left you in an ecstatic daze. The invisible paths of his strong hands exploring every inch of skin left behind a budding desire as you thought back to the transforming garden of hues outside the apartment, now turned to a colourful prologue for the beginning of your hazy summer day.

“Tease… I’m very polite, I’ll have you know.” You giggled as San broke away from the kiss, revealing his lovable pout. Unable to resist, you pushed your free arm up and cupped one side of his face, running your thumb over the cheek, poking his nose with your own as you broke into a wide grin. The action had an effect on San as he moved and tightened his grip to your hips, not once breaking his gaze, while the expression changed entirely.

Like a traveller who had finally found their oasis after an eternity of roaming the scalding hot sands, persevering through madness, he revered you. An unfiltered, unabashed, quiet love that could only be felt amidst total tranquility emanated from him as he resisted the urge to never let go, instead relishing in the beautiful, fleeting instances that you could spend together. Timeliness had taught him to treat each moment with special attention, but with you, he need not try. You were the moment. You were the one who shared his rhythm. You were the meandering river that he would forever prefer and worship over a roaring, cacophonic ocean. Elegance, grace – an identity that could never be replicated. In the rolling tides of strangers, he would always search for where the river met the sea, and would marvel at just how quickly he gravitated towards you. His priceless love and life, the one with whom he wanted to see every sunrise and sunset.

“Well then, gentleman, care to warm me up? Since I have been so politely intercepted.” The attempt at a joke flew over San’s head, but nonetheless, your wish was rapidly granted as he propped up his left leg so it was bent at the knee and his foot was steadily positioned on the couch. Arms still wrapped around you, he gave you another peck and inquired, voice low:

“Y/N, may I… roll you over?”

“Yes, you may. See? Such a sweetheart.” Words of praise always found their way into your responses when it came to your fiancé. Sometimes to obtain his shyness – a breath of spring, or relief – to last the autumn and the biting winter, or, like now, to lie down, impressed at the evoking of the blazing, sultry summer.

He encouraged you to give up any balance you had, and with impressive care switched you places, so that you were now the one resting on a fabric pillow, enveloped between the echoes of San’s body heat on the material, and the man himself, who had one arm on either side of you, and a goofy, proud smile adorning his features. Unable to contain yourself under his intense scrutiny, you raised the glasses you had been securely keeping, and unfolded them to try place a barrier between San and you. But to no avail. Reading your intentions, what used to be a pure cheekiness suddenly gained a darker colour, that of an intimate dusk, and lifting a hand, he hooked the spectacles right out of your outstretched hands, and raised an eyebrow.

“I can see you pretty well, darling. I am more than awake and focused now.”

He tossed the glasses onto the coffee table, sighing in relief as he saw them stop their sliding journey right before the far edge, which earned him a rolling of the eyes from you.

“All these efforts to get them, and you are ready to throw them into oblivion, yeah?”

“No idea what you mean, all I see is that everything is how it’s meant to be.”

The strength of his glances as he brushed your hair out of your face was reminiscent of the sun at its zenith, while the kisses he peppered on your forehead, flushed cheeks and longing lips were the rays of sunshine that would trickle down from the skies through cloudy barriers. The contrast in his light touches and their intentions as he slid a hand under your t-shirt and found your bare breast was immersing you in your personal summer. Your head fell further back, and you let out a satisfied sigh as San took the opportunity immediately, searching for the sensitive spot on your neck.

Taking his time, San nipped at it, while sending your mind into a disarray once his hand pinched your nipple and began to rub languid circles over its very tip, sending an electrifying shock to your core. One kiss after another, he was soon sucking on the sweet flesh, proudly giving life to a garden of unbridled lust spurred by a desire to show closeness. San wanted to melt into you. Melt with you. No embrace was close enough when souls could be together, and so through intimacy and the approach of ‘a small death’ did he strive to express his adamantine devotion to you. Any evidence of your harmony was nothing but heavenly music for him, and it was with pride that he claimed you, and was elated when you claimed him, be it in gratitude, in bliss or in frustration for your yet to be released high.

Your hands snaked themselves around San's perfectly sculpted torso, pulling the hoodie and the black tee underneath, higher and higher, until you could slip beneath, and your cooler skin touched his. The action made San stop his teasing and chuckle against your neck, while his body reacted automatically to roll his hips against yours, member concealed by layers of clothing growing more prominent and pressing against the material of his bottoms.

"Cold." The comment, uttered hoarsely though holding nothing but excitement for what is to come encouraged you to tilt your head and kiss San’s jaw, preparing to return his little, colourful favour.

"Told you."

"Mm, I know a way to fix that." Alas, you were not fast enough, and he lifted himself off you, the loss of contact making you whine. To remind you of his proximity, one of his legs remained between your thighs, knee too close to your core for you to interpret his steps as unintentional, innocent, serene.

With one final smirk in your direction as he caught you eyeing his body voraciously, San took off his hoodie, and motioned for you to sit up – only for him to grab your hand, and cautiously pull you towards him, grinning once you understood his mission and raised your arms above your head. It did not matter – the design, the colour, the cut… any item of clothing that belonged to him, in his opinion, looked better on you for the simple reason that it could hug your form, be an extension of him if he was away and could not wrap you up in his arms. At times, when you were showering, he would purposefully replace your clothes with an item of his just so the scent of your favourite shampoo could linger, and your image would be even more easily imprinted in his mind. Not that it was much of a challenge in the first place, but having all of his senses being preoccupied only with perceiving you was a state he wished could turn into permanence.

“Ah, but there’s a catch, my love.”

“Come on…” you whined and fluttered your eyelashes.

“These,” he grabbed onto the waistband of your tracksuit pants, “off.”

“Yes sir.” As soon as you uttered the phrase you noticed a lustful darkness flash in your fiancé’s gaze, one which he, much to your surprise, suppressed and shook his head.

“Y/N don’t do this to me, or you will not get up ‘til sunset.”

“If that’s your plan, would I even be able to get up?”

“And that’s why I want to make love, Y/N. I want to love you quietly… lie down for me, darling?” he requested, interlacing his urge with the words of one of your favourite poets. A tenderness in his directing you, how he reduced the bottoms and panties he had hooked along with them to a mere accessory on the floor, and how he caressed your thighs, revering every detail, was leaving you breathless. But, just as he was approaching your exposed, aroused sex, you called out to him, reaching for the hand that was resting on your leg.

“Then look at me.”

“Hm?”

“I want to see your pretty face, love.”

The dimples that fell into his cheeks as he beamed at you, crawling up to be right by your side much like a cat would, and letting you roll over so that you were nose to nose, sharing hot breath, made you fall in love again. Or perhaps it would be more accurate to say ‘rise’ in love, for when you were like this, vulnerable, and yet so totally safe, you felt like you were soaring.

San took no time in finding your lips, relishing in the stifled moan that escaped you as his fingers teased your moistened labia. A leg resting over his, you were enamoured with the gentleness of his worship of you. The tip of his tongue begged for entrance and elicited a muted sigh as it entered to explore you. With an approving hum, San curled his digits and let your walls clench around him, as he proceeded to set an unhurried pace, knowing you, knowing how to coax out every feeble mewl and build you up to an unforgettable ruin. You had the luxury of time, every worry replaced with the opportunity to connect and combine into one.

There was an added pleasure that came with the surpassing of the excitement of your relationship’s novelty. The intricate mapping of your fantasies had now taken on a new level of complexity, and the sequences transformed into a language only you and San shared. Delighted in the lewdness of sound that was produced by the relaxed pumping of his fingers into you, the gorgeous man further deepened your kiss by taking the strings of his hoodie, now adorning your frame, and drawing you in. Whatever illusion of space between was now entirely gone, and all that existed for you was San’s touch, San’s fragrance, San’s body heat, and the knot in your stomach that was getting tighter his thumb ran circles over your aroused clit.

There was no urgency in his movement as he unravelled you, even though, as you adjusted your positioning, you became aware his stiff erection. The sudden friction caused San to gasp, and, when you brushed your leg against his again, to test the waters, he pleaded, voice ragged and airy:

“Let me take care of you, honey.”

“But San-” you protested, hand palming his length, but denied as he kissed the response away from you.

“You’ll help me out with that later.”

“But I can get an early start.” A final attempt, only spurring San on to push his fingers deeper into you, massaging your pussy until he hit your most sensitive spot, earning a yelp and an approaching tender pulsation.

“Needy for this cock, huh?”

“Ah…What happened to… mfph… sentimental lover boy?” you joked through shallow breaths, choking out every word as you clung onto San’s t-shirt for support in your approaching high.

“I’m still here. Still here… You look beautiful, Y/N… taking my fingers so well, dressed up in my hoodie…” he praised, emphasising his role in your unwinding. Gazing at the love bites he had left on your soft skin through hooded, lust-filled fog, he was motivated to give you any satisfaction you could possibly desire.

“Sannie, please… ah that feels so good…”

“Please what, darling? Hm, tell me.”

Continuing to relentlessly abuse your g-spot, San sweetly took in your writhing form, enjoying the power that he had in this moment, while a ray of the morning sun crept across the floor towards you, traversing the territory of the living room like a foolishly courageous voyeur.

“Faster, please…”

“But it’s so early sweetheart, don’t you want to take it easy?” he inquired, knowing full well that you would not give him a well-structured response, intoxicated by the intensifying arousal, climbing closer and closer to a climax.

“Ah… please… Mm… I need…”

“Elaborate, or I cannot heed to your caprices.”

“I need you inside me.”

“Is that so? Well, I can’t deny you anything, my love.”

Reduced to a whimpering mess, you waited with bated breath as San shuffled to finally push down his trousers and reveal his throbbing member, now adorned with rivulets of pre-cum after having been left abandoned while his digits satisfied you. In a matter of seconds, you could feel its tip against your folds, gliding up and down the slick until you inadvertently bucked your hips towards him, unable to hold on for any longer without a stronger stimulation. Luckily, San was in a loving mood, and submitted to your silent begging. Soon enough, he began to drive into you, so agonisingly slow so as to not force how perfectly your pussy accepted him, and once his pelvis was flush against yours, embraced you. He strived to have you entirely, as if, even when you were with him, he missed you.

Overwhelmed by the fullness your head tilted forward, your forehead meeting San’s as he barely withdrew his cock, and re-entered you, mumbling fuzzy words of praise at how well you were taking him, and just how heavenly your soaked cunt was as he went deeper, rocking his hips upwards to drown himself in your heat.

The world on fire, skin lapping against skin like waves of a mountainous current, painting the landscape in the hues of a blazing sunrise, much like how hedonistic desire washed over you. It grew at an alarming speed until it was threatening to bloom, a crimson rose of undying attraction and adoration for the man who was offering himself to you as your cunt clamped around him. San was entranced by you, and wanted more than what ‘more’ could signify, lifting your leg and throwing it over his to bring you to your sensual demise. Your grasp of his tee tightened as the pounding became hungrier, and you dropped the act of being able to contain a portion of your moans, letting the salacious melodies go right by San’s ears, interlaced with expletives and your beloved’s name.

With every affirmation to roll off your tongue that he had only recently confronted with his own, he would grind harder into you with ease, now that you were propped up just how he wanted you. San could never get enough of your flushed cheeks as the ripples of pleasure ran through you, with his cock rendering you speechless, muscles tightening in anticipation of a crashing orgasm. Only feeble, high-pitched gasps bounced around the walls of the living room, blending into the warm ambiance as your climax hit you – a monsoon, the season controlled by none other than your fiancé, who kept up his flow, mumbling barely coherent phrases:

“So gorgeous, my love, that’s right. Come for me, come over my cock-”

It was not long after your orgasm that his thrusts lost their steadiness, San’s grip on your thigh grew unbelievably tight and he dived to find stability in the dip between your shoulder and neck, leaving feathery kisses and biting the area to suppress his low grunts, now turned to helpless moans that served to prolong your own high.

The erratic motions of his hips culminated in a series of deeper thrusts as he buried his dick as deep as he could inside you, groaning as ropes of cum painted your still-pulsating walls, that seemed to be pleading for more, greedily taking every drop. You rolled your lower half a couple of times, ecstatic from the dizzying fullness that his cock and thick release provided, causing some of the cum to ooze out, threatening to coat your inner thighs. San had no plans on moving, at least not until mist lifted from his consciousness, and he could conjure up at least one thought that did not relate to having you again.

While his dick twitched inside you, you attempted to remain as still as possible, regaining San’s attention by whispering his name. Through half-lidded eyes he gazed back, sending you a shy smile so endearing, and so much brighter than every star, contrasting the remnants of earlier intimacy in the form of a bead of sweat that concealed itself under the hair that fell over his face, and the reddened, plump lips.

“San?”

“Hmm?”

“I’d say I’m very warm now.” He chuckled, making you bashfully glance off to the side, catching the reflection of the sky in the coffee table. The simple ability to hear San’s husky voice as he drifted with you in post-coital bliss, an arm lazily resting on your waist, was a blessing.

“Anytime, my love.” He matched your lightheartedness and squeezed your side.

Your precious sun and moon. The one with whom your heart beat in unison, the one who had read you like a novel, front to back, back to front until he could recount every detail better than you ever could. Time stood still as you lied there, on the couch, sharing addictive nectar and basking in the afterglow. The day only beginning, the room decorated in a light gold hue. Unwilling to part just yet, you shared another kiss with San, in adoration for how the early morning haze entranced you.

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[chronicowboy]

baby, how'd we end up here | 15k

The firehouse always feels otherworldly when the trucks aren't in the bay. It's just one of those things. The absence of three hulking, bright red vehicles is always going to draw the eye just as much as the unmissable rigs themselves. But it's an odd feeling to walk into the station and find it devoid of it's usual chaos. It feels unnervingly calm, the moment of stillness before a bolt of lightning or the split second upon waking from unconsciousness where the pain hasn't caught up yet. It feels like anticipation and foreboding.

Buck feels it a lot more than anyone, except maybe Bobby, always arriving to work much earlier than necessary because the station feels like home in a way the loft never has. He can't count the number of times he's arrived only to find B-shift out on a call, one of three people in the firehouse—B-shift's man behind tucked away somewhere, and Bobby squirrelled away in his office to prepare for the day. It never fails to unsettle him.

Head down, Buck changes into his uniform as quickly as he can, eager to join Johnson up in the kitchen and ask Bobby if he wants a cup of coffee to accompany his paperwork. Before he can run from the glaring absence, however, Eddie pushes into the locker room with a softly hesitant smile that makes Buck's stomach fill with a whole kaleidoscope of butterflies.

"Hey, Buck," Eddie murmurs, voice still rough with the slightest edge of sleep. It sends a thrill through him.

"Morning, Eddie." Buck smiles, pulling his foot up onto the edge of the bench he's sat on to tie his laces without taking his eyes off Eddie. "You're early, what gives?" And this he can do, focus on their easy banter rather than the warning trilling away in his chest.

"I'm not that bad," Eddie insists in a grumble, an echo of a familiar argument. Buck's smile grows into a grin, twitching beyond its limits until his cheeks ache with it. Eddie turns away from his locker with something shy and hopeful shining in the depths of his eyes. "If you must know, I..." He scrunches his face up and rubs a hand over the back of his neck. "I wanted to ask you something."

"Shoot," Buck says, sounding a lot more casual than he feels.

The burning hot hand of hope clenches around his heart, searing it's mark into the muscle as it pounds a staccato rhythm against his ribs. A voice hisses all of his deepest desires out into the open, but Buck shakes them away. Eddie's probably just asking him if he wants to hang out with Christopher—except Eddie would never be so... serious about that.

(Unless he's going on another date, a crueller voice snarls in the confines of his mind.)

"Do you..." Eddie bites his lip, grip on the shirt in his hands turning his knuckles white as he frowns down at it. "Christopher has a sleepover tomorrow night," Eddie blurts out breathlessly, eyes a little wide and a lot imploring. Buck's heart races faster, the hope burns hotter, the butterflies swarm. "So, I was thinking we could get dinner." Eddie unsticks his eyes from his hands, slowly dragging them up to Buck's face, so tender and trusting that Buck aches. "Just the two of us. At that new Mexican place you wanted to try. Like..." Eddie takes a deep breath, and Buck loses all of his.

"Like a date?" Buck whispers for him

(OR: the safe haven baby fic)

@danielsousa @binickmiller @jamietarts @shitouttabuck @butchdiaz @buddstiel @organizedstardust @theoneandonlypigeon @anatargmova @alyxmastershipper @buckley-diaz-rules @blazeturbo102 @panbuckley @slowlyfoggydestiny @thatnamewill-probably-change @compactdiscmp3 @batgrldes @scattered-winter @prince-buck-diaz

#sami rambles #okay i love this fic sooooooo much wtf #it came out of me like i was possessed #maybe this is what being an aunt does to me #anyway i hope you all enjoy this one as much as i do!! #911 fic #911 fanfic #buddie fic #buddie fanfic #buckley diaz family fic

[girl-next-door-writes]

I Wanna Be Your Man

Characters: Steve Harrington x reader

Summary:  Amidst playful banter at a High School basketball game, Steve might just find his feelings for you aren’t as unrequited as he believed.

Word Count: 1066 word

Prompt: Sports Game. Wearing their hoodie. Seeing them with kids/baby. “Don’t You Dare.”

A/N: This is the final part of my Build-A-Festive-Fics and this one is a little birthday gift to myself. Thank you to all of you who have sent in prompts and to all who have read my ramblings. I hope you all have a very happy festive period.

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The final game of the year, the high school gymnasium buzzed with infectious holiday spirit as a throng of enthusiastic attendees filled the space. The gymnasium, adorned with twinkling lights and tinsel, emitted a warm glow that added a touch of magic to the atmosphere that heightened the anticipation in the air.

The bleachers were filled with excited spectators, donned in a kaleidoscope of red and green attire, while Santa hats and jingling bells added a playful touch to the crowd. The cheerleading squad energetically led the crowd in spirited cheers, their voices harmonizing with the gentle beats of holiday tunes playing softly in the background. The polished hardwood court shimmered under the brilliant glow of the arena lights, setting the stage for an exhilarating showdown. As both home and away players mentally prepared for the game, even the basketball itself seemed to radiate with a hint of festive enchantment, enhancing the overall sense of excitement and celebration in the gymnasium.

Your gaze swept across the lively crowd, and a gentle smile played on your lips as you identified your friends amidst the sea of faces. Ascending the steps toward them, the familiar sound of good-natured bickering reached your ears, a customary occurrence at these events. The intricate dance of negotiations to secure preferred seating arrangements unfolded before you, a complex strategy that often bordered on chaos, presided over by Steve Harrington. Even Dustin passionately defending his stance on avoiding the end of a row, did not diminish the buoyancy of your mood.

"For the last time, just plant yourself in a seat," Steve huffed, his patience wearing thin as he attempted to corral five spirited teenagers.

"I'll take the end, no big deal. You know I'm not picky about where I sit," you grinned, your arrival causing Steve's frustrated expression to morph into a charming smile.

"Absolutely not. I don't want you getting stuck on the steps when these goofballs start shoving each other," he yielded, stepping aside to let you claim the seat next to the end before finally settling down beside you.

"Hey there, hope these troublemakers haven't been giving you too much grief," you chuckled, playfully nudging your shoulder against his in the snug space.

"Nothing I can't handle."

"Of course not, you're the best babysitter in Hawkins," you teased, prompting an eye roll from Steve.

"Hey, look! It's Lucas!" Max blurted out, enthusiastically pointing to her boyfriend on the court and waving with gusto.

The game started and you were caught up in the electrifying energy of the court. Meanwhile, Steve found himself captivated by you, pleasantly distracted by your presence. His gaze couldn't help but gravitate toward you, a tender, goofy smile dancing on his lips. His feelings for you had been simmering for quite some time, yet the shift from friendship to something more eluded him.

Lucas nailed a three-pointer, prompting the Hawkins High crowd to erupt into cheers, and everyone leapt to their feet in excitement. "That was an insane shot!" you exclaimed, turning to Steve, who had seemingly missed the spectacular basket, his attention wholly fixated on you.

"The kid's good," he acknowledged with a nod, making a deliberate effort to redirect his gaze towards the court.

The game raced on at a frantic pace, maintaining its intensity, and Hawkins High found themselves with a narrow lead as the halftime approached. As soon as the whistle blew, Dustin hurried off to the bathroom, while Mike and Will made a beeline for refreshments, leaving Elle and Max engrossed in animated conversation about Lucas's stellar performance.

As you and Steve rose to allow the others to pass, he observed you shivering. Despite the gymnasium's warmth, you had shed your thick winter coat and sat there in just a thin t-shirt.

"Here," he said softly, swiftly removing his hoodie and extending it toward you as the two of you settled back into your seats.

"Thanks. I thought I'd be okay, but there's a draft in here or something."

"Don't worry about it. I was getting hot anyway."

"Yeah, you were," you teased, injecting a hint of flirtation into your words. His cheeks warmed as he observed you slipping into his hoodie, the sight of you wearing his clothes sending his heart into a rapid rhythm.

He didn't get a chance to respond, though, as a small kid, no more than six years old, stumbled on the steps beside him, accidentally spilling his drink, which ended up partly on Steve and mostly on the floor.

"Shit." Steve sprang to his feet, the cold soda seeping into his jeans. Instead of immediately attending to his own predicament, he bent down to check on the kid. "You okay, buddy? No injuries? We can fix a spilled drink."

Observing this interaction and then witnessing Steve help the boy back to his parents stirred a warm feeling within you. His kindness shone through, and while other guys his age might have grumbled at the inconvenience, he made sure the child was okay.

"How are you single?" you asked playfully, handing him some tissues from your coat pocket as he returned to his seat.

"I guess I'm just not good at the whole 'dating' thing," he shrugged bashfully.

"I'm not buying that. I swear I saw at least three girls swoon when you took care of that kid."

"You did? Which ones? I should go talk to them," he grinned, showing no intention of leaving your side.

"Don't you dare," you chuckled, narrowing your eyes at him in mock warning.

Whatever he was about to say in response was lost as Dustin, Will, and Mike returned, prompting the two of you to once again rise to your feet to let them pass. Determined not to lose the connection that had been building between you, Steve smoothly slipped his arm around your waist, drawing you into his side. He purposefully avoided meeting your gaze, focusing on the game as it started up again. As he felt you subtly lean into him, it became clear that you weren't upset with his spontaneous move, causing his heart to race with a mix of nervous excitement and contentment.

Years from now, Steve couldn't recall the exact score of the game, but he certainly remembered every detail about you. It was a day etched in his memory, marking the moment he decided to seize the opportunity and finally ask you out.

#Steve Harrington #Steve Harrington x reader #build a festive fic #gndw fic

[poop-diddy-scoop]

Hello! Thank you so much for feeding us with Bowie fics, you don't know how many times I looked into the tags to see if there were any Bowie fics uploaded. I wanted to ask if you could write part 2 of “What a Rocker” where David finally asks her to be his partner, they date, time passes, angst happens and then some smut. The plot is up to you

david bowie x reader - what a rocker (part two)

a/n: loving writing these fr

The late '80s exhaled a palpable energy, a vibrant tapestry woven with the threads of neon lights and the pulse of rock music. In the midst of this kaleidoscope of sound and color, you found yourself entwined with the enigmatic David Bowie. Your journey together had been a whirlwind of rendezvous and stolen moments amidst the chaos of your respective music careers.

As the stage lights dimmed and the echoes of applause faded into the night, you and David would slip away into the shadows, savoring the intimacy of your clandestine romance. Each glance, each touch, was laden with a silent understanding, a connection that transcended the boundaries of time and space.

It was after one such electrifying performance that David finally broached the subject that had been lingering unspoken between you for so long.

"You know," he murmured, his voice a velvet whisper against the backdrop of the city's nocturnal symphony, "I've been thinking..."

You turned to him, the faintest hint of a smile playing at the corners of your lips. "About what, David?"

He hesitated for a moment, his gaze flickering with a kaleidoscope of emotions. "About us, darling. About what we could be."

Your heart skipped a beat, the weight of his words hanging heavy in the air. For so long, you had danced around the edges of this unspoken truth, tiptoeing along the precipice of possibility. And now, here it was, laid bare before you like a fragile flower blooming in the moonlight.

"I've been thinking about it too," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. "About what it would mean."

David reached out, his fingers tracing the curve of your cheek with a tenderness that took your breath away. "It would mean everything, my love. Everything and nothing all at once."

And in that moment, as the city sparkled like a constellation of stars above you, you knew that you were on the precipice of something irrevocably beautiful.

Time passed in a blur of whispered confessions and stolen kisses, each moment with David a symphony of passion and desire. But as the days turned into weeks and the weeks into months, the realities of your separate lives began to intrude upon your idyllic bubble.

"I miss you," David confessed one night, his voice heavy with longing. "I miss us."

You nodded, your heart aching with the weight of unspoken words. "I miss you too, David. More than you'll ever know."

But even as you spoke the words, you knew that the distance between you was growing, a gaping chasm that threatened to swallow you whole. And try as you might to bridge that divide, the currents of fate seemed determined to pull you apart.

It was on one such night, the static crackle of the telephone line the only connection between you, that the dam finally burst.

"You never call me anymore," David accused, his voice tinged with bitterness. "You only ever seem to want me when it's convenient for you."

You bristled at the accusation, the sting of his words lashing out like a wounded animal. "That's not true, David. You know it's not."

But even as you spoke the words, you knew that they rang hollow, a feeble attempt to deflect the truth. For in the depths of your heart, you knew that you had let him slip through your fingers, too caught up in the whirlwind of your own ambitions to see the love that lay waiting at your feet.

And as the line went silent, the echoes of your words hanging heavy in the air, you knew that you had reached the point of no return.

In the days that followed, you found yourself adrift in a sea of regret and longing, the memory of David's touch a bittersweet echo that haunted your every waking moment. And try as you might to move on, to bury the pain beneath the facade of indifference, you knew that you would always be tethered to him, bound together by the threads of a love that transcended time and space.

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The backstage buzz slowly dissolved into a quiet hum as the last echoes of the Glass Spider Tour faded away. In the midst of the stillness, you stood, nerves buzzing beneath your skin, heart pounding in your chest. And then, there he was, stepping into the lobby, his presence commanding and magnetic even in the absence of stage lights and costume.

David froze in his tracks as his eyes fell upon you, his expression a kaleidoscope of emotions—surprise, disbelief, and something else, something deeper that you couldn't quite name. You held your breath, feeling the weight of his gaze like a physical touch, the air crackling with unspoken words.

"I know you're mad," you interjected before he could say anything, the words tumbling out in a rush. "But please, David—can I just..."

Your voice trailed off, swallowed by the cavernous space between you, the silence stretching taut like a wire ready to snap. And then, with a trembling breath, you whispered the words that had been weighing heavy on your heart for so long.

"Can I just love you?"

David swallowed hard, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears as he took a tentative step forward, closing the distance between you. And then, in one swift motion, he enveloped you in his arms, holding you tightly against him as if afraid to let go.

"Oh, darling," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "Of course you can. Of course you can love me."

You buried your face against his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your fingertips, his cologne enveloping you in a familiar embrace. And in that moment, surrounded by the echoes of a love that had never truly faded, you knew that everything would be alright.

David pressed a tender kiss to the top of your head, his arms tightening around you as if afraid to let go. "I'm sorry," he whispered, the words a mantra against your skin. "I'm so, so sorry."

You pulled back slightly, meeting his gaze with a steady determination. "We both made mistakes, David. But that doesn't mean we can't move forward."

He nodded, his eyes shining with a mixture of relief and gratitude. "Together”.

As you settled onto the couch, the weight of the world seemed to lift from your shoulders, replaced by the warmth of David's embrace. The air between you crackled with an electric energy, a palpable reminder of the connection that had drawn you together in the first place.

"So," David began, his voice a soft murmur against the curve of your neck, "tell me about your tour. I want to hear all about it."

You smiled, the corners of your lips quirking up in amusement at his eagerness. "Well, where do I start? It's been a whirlwind, to say the least."

David leaned back slightly, his eyes sparkling with genuine interest. "I can only imagine. But I want to hear the details. Every last one."

And so you regaled him with tales of late-night performances and crowded venues, of the rush of adrenaline that came with stepping out onto the stage and the camaraderie of sharing that moment with your bandmates. You spoke of the highs and the lows, the moments of triumph and the inevitable setbacks, each word punctuated by David's attentive nods and encouraging smiles.

But as you spoke, you couldn't shake the feeling of unease that lingered at the edges of your consciousness, a nagging reminder of the distance that had grown between you in recent months.

"And what about you, David?" you asked, the words tumbling out before you could stop them. "How's your tour been going?"

David's smile faltered slightly, his gaze flickering with a mixture of emotions. "It's been... challenging, to say the least. But I suppose that's all part of the experience, isn't it?"

You reached out, your fingers intertwining with his in a silent gesture of solidarity. "You don't have to pretend with me, David. I know it hasn't been easy."

He sighed, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly at your words. "No, it hasn't. But having you here, now... it makes it all worth it."

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As you followed David into his apartment, you watched as he dumped his bag of belongings in his room, the weight of his gaze heavy upon you as if daring you to make the first move.

"So it was really cool to see so many young fans in the aud—" you began, your words trailing off as you felt yourself pressed against the wall, his lips crashing against yours with a fervour that left you breathless.

David kissed you like a man possessed, his lips moving against yours with a hunger that ignited a fire deep within your belly. His hands roamed over your body, exploring every curve and contour as if committing them to memory, and you melted against him, lost in the heat of the moment.

When he finally pulled back, his breath coming in ragged gasps, he rested his forehead against yours, his eyes blazing with an intensity that took your breath away.

"I've missed you," he whispered, his voice husky with desire. "God, I've missed you."

You reached up, tangling your fingers in his hair as you pulled him back in for another searing kiss, the taste of him like a drug you couldn't get enough of.

"I've missed you too," you murmured against his lips, your words muffled by the heat of his mouth. "So much."

And then, in a moment of raw vulnerability, he asked the question that had been lingering unspoken between you for so long.

"Do you want to... finally make love with me?" he breathed, his voice thick with emotion.

You nodded eagerly, your heart pounding in your chest. "Yes, David. Yes, I do. I've been waiting way too long for this."

As David led you into his bedroom, the air thick with anticipation, every movement seemed to carry the weight of the world. With trembling hands, he reached out, his fingers grazing the soft fabric of your clothes as if afraid to touch you, as if you might disappear at the slightest touch.

But you were real, and you were here, and nothing could change that.

With a silent understanding, you began to undress each other, the intimacy of the moment stealing your breath away. David's hands were gentle yet sure as he slowly peeled away the layers of clothing, his touch sending shivers down your spine.

You gasped as his fingers brushed against your skin, the heat of his touch searing through you like a wildfire. With each garment discarded, the distance between you seemed to narrow until there was nothing left but the electric spark of desire that crackled between you.

And then, with a quiet reverence, he lowered you onto the bed, his eyes drinking in every curve and contour of your body as if seeing you for the first time. There was a hunger in his gaze, a longing that mirrored your own, and you knew that this moment would be etched into your memory forever.

With a slow, deliberate motion, David leaned down, his lips trailing kisses along your neck and collarbone, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. You moaned softly, arching into his touch as he worshipped every inch of your skin with his lips and tongue.

And then, with a sudden urgency, he moved lower, his mouth finding its way to the heat between your thighs. You gasped as his tongue danced over your sensitive flesh, sending waves of pleasure crashing over you in dizzying waves.

"Oh, David," you moaned, your voice a breathless whisper as he worked his magic, his fingers delving deeper as he brought you to the brink of ecstasy.

But even as you writhed beneath him, lost in the throes of passion, you could sense the hunger in his gaze, the need that burned within him like a wildfire. And when he finally rose to his feet, his eyes blazing with desire, you knew that this was only the beginning.

With a gentle yet insistent pressure, he guided you onto your side, his body pressing against yours as if to claim you as his own. And then, with a slow, languid motion, he slipped into you, the sensation stealing your breath away as he filled you completely.

You gasped at the feeling of him inside you, the heat of his body mingling with your own as he began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate, each one sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your veins.

"Oh, David," you moaned, your voice a chorus of need as he rocked against you, his movements becoming more urgent with each passing moment.

"So gorgeous, love," he whispered, his voice a husky murmur against your ear as he buried himself deeper inside you. "You feel—oh, you feel so good, oh my god—"

As David's rhythm intensified, he guided you onto your back with a firm yet gentle hand, his touch igniting a firestorm of desire within you. You yielded to him willingly, your body surrendering to his every whim as he spread your legs, leaving you utterly exposed and vulnerable beneath him.

The sensation of being laid bare before him, of offering yourself up to him completely, sent shivers of anticipation coursing through your veins. And when he positioned himself between your thighs, his gaze burning with an intensity that threatened to consume you whole, you felt a thrill of excitement mingled with a sense of overwhelming vulnerability.

"Such a beautiful little thing," he murmured, his voice a husky whisper against your skin. "Yes, you are..."

You trembled beneath him, your breath coming in ragged gasps as he plunged into you with a force that stole your breath away. Each thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure radiating through your body, leaving you teetering on the edge of oblivion.

"Squeeze me like that—that's it, good girl," he groaned, his voice thick with desire as he urged you on. "Keep going..."

You obeyed his command without hesitation, your nails digging into his skin as you clung to him desperately. The sensation of his cock filling you to the hilt, stretching you in all the right ways, left you feeling utterly supine and helpless, lost in a haze of pleasure that threatened to consume you whole.

And then, just when you thought you couldn't take anymore, he found your G-spot with a precision that left you crying out in ecstasy. You arched into him, your body writhing beneath his touch as he chuckled down at you, his gaze smouldering with desire.

"That feels good, doesn't it, love?" he murmured, his voice a seductive purr as he continued to drive you to the brink of ecstasy. "Want me to do it again?"

You could only nod in response, your words lost in a sea of pleasure as he took you higher and higher, each thrust pushing you closer and closer to the edge. 

And when you finally tumbled over that precipice, it was with a cry of release that echoed through the room like a prayer, leaving you utterly spent and completely sated in his arms. He spilled into you with a choked moan of your name as he collapsed down onto you, holding your sweat-sheened bodies together with a soft whisper of a sacred:

“I love you. I love you, my sweet thing”.

#david bowie x reader #david bowie fluff #david bowie smut #david bowie fanfic #david bowie angst

[jennycalendar]

you know. i was fine. i was neutral about calendiles and jenny. then i saw one of ur fics on ao3 abt buffy and read it. and i liked it. so i read more. and then i read what you make because it looked interesting. and then i read a bunch of your metas. and now i'm NOT FINE ABOUT HER. she is BATSHIT INSANE and she and giles are RIDICULOUS CHAOS COUPLE. this is 100% Your Fault.

also eagerly awaiting more same coin, it's excellent, and you have The Best Takes.

<3 you! you're awesome!

oh my gosh, thank you so so much!!!! <333 i feel my fic stands as such a convincing argument re: Why People Should Care About Calendiles, and there is also just such an absolute wealth of fic that writes jenny with such playful love, even outside of mine!!! she's just so hard not to love, imo. she is such a kaleidoscope of a character. i like to think that everyone can see something a little different in her. :)

#asks #rave reviews #next chapter of same coin will happen when i stop being afraid of it #i feel like the conversation Has To Happen bc delaying it artificially feels inorganic? #but i also see a super plausible way that it might not happen. and no one will like that way. me included

[commander-krios]

Happy Mass Effect Holiday Cheer @pastelroyce! What a surprise, I'm your gifter again. <3 I hope you like this little sequel to your N7 fic.

Title: A Tiny Bit of Chaos

Summary:

Since retiring from the Alliance nearly 4 years earlier, Steve had taken a new course of action in his life. He had roots, a home, a future. He had someone to love.

He had Kaidan.

And in this new peaceful life, a tiny bit of chaos went a long way.

Words: 2364

Rating: T

Relationship: Steve Cortez/Kaidan Alenko

Additional Tags: Domestic Fluff, Established Relationship, Post-War, Post-Canon, Tooth-Rotting Fluff

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Steve Cortez was a man of action in the truest sense. As a fighter pilot, he had to be ready to perform some insane and gravity defying maneuvers to hit his target. As a shuttle pilot on the Normandy, he had to brave some of the worst battles to transport the soldiers who relied on him, to help protect the civilians who needed him. He always took his job seriously. If he didn’t, people got hurt… or worse.

But since retiring from the Alliance nearly 4 years earlier, Steve had taken a new course of action in his life. He had roots, a home, a future. He had someone to love.

Humming along with the old song playing on the radio, the brush in his hand moved gently over the horse’s hair, the routine mundane yet comfortable. It was a far cry from fighting a war on a frigate, but the peace was well deserved. He had enough war to last the rest of his life.

There weren’t many chores during the winter months, with the orchard hibernating, but the ones they still had kept the blood pumping. Despite retirement, there were no lazy days for Steve Cortez. He much preferred it that way.

The barn door creaked behind him, and Steve paused in his brushing, listening for the familiar crunch of boots in snow. Like clockwork, Kaidan entered the barn, covered from head to toe in the usual winter gear, stomping snow and ice from his boots. The sun had barely crested the horizon, leaving the sky a kaleidoscope of purple, pink, and orange in the distance. It left Kaidan in dark shadows, but Steve easily sought out the eyes he’d fallen in love with.

Kaidan smiled the moment their eyes met, the curls that he never managed to tame peeking out from beneath his knitted hat. The Reaper war had been tough on them both, leaving them more wrinkled and grey than before, with scars that covered their body.

And scars that didn’t.

But they were healing. Part of that was because of the orchard. The rest was because of Kaidan.

“Dogs taken care of?” Steve could guess which chore he’d done by the amount of dirt on his jeans and coat. The dogs were not gentle when breakfast came.

“Why am I the one who feeds the dogs when you’re the one who wanted them in the first place?” Kaidan asked, grinning at him in the way that always took Steve’s breath away. It didn’t matter how long they’d been together, it always made him fall in love all over again.

“You can’t tell me that you don’t love the excitement.” Setting the grooming brush down on the small wooden table, Steve turned towards him, crossing his arms over his chest. “Those little eyes glancing up at you because they love you-”

“I think you meant to say ‘they love the food in my hands.’”

“You know that’s not true.” Steve responded with affection, moving closer until he could reach out and touch Kaidan. He pulled him into his embrace in one smooth motion, tucking him against his chest. It was as natural as breathing, they fit together just perfectly.

“No, but you know I like to complain. If only to get you to make it up to me.” Kaidan returned, brushing a gentle kiss against his cheek.

“I like the making up part.”

Kaidan chuckled warmly, pulling away to meet his gaze. That’s when he wrinkled his nose. Leaning in again, he sniffed at Steve’s clothing, recoiling at the smell. “You stink like horse.”

“That’s what happens when you spend the morning brushing and feeding them, K.” Steve gently bumped his hip against Kaidan’s, smirking. “Besides, you smell like dogs so you can’t say much.”

Kaidan rolled his eyes, but the smile plastered on his face ruined it. “Thank you, Captain Obvious.”

“That’s Lieutenant to you.” Steve replied, taking a step back to grab his hat and gloves, ready to move on to the next chore. Which included teasing Kaidan some more. “I never made Captain.”

Kaidan snorted, the sound somehow both adorable and chagrined at the same time. “You’ve been hanging out with Joker too much.”

“Jealous?”

“Of Joker? Good try.” Kaidan grabbed him by the hand, pulling him along as they exited the barn. Once the heavy barn door was shut behind them, he glanced at Steve, raising a curious eyebrow. “Why? Were you trying to make me jealous?”

The air around them was cold, not quite bitter, but it felt nice against Steve’s warm cheeks. A breeze caught one of Kaidan’s unruly curls and it brushed against his forehead. He wanted to reach out and tuck it back under his hat, to touch Kaidan’s soft skin with his fingertips, but the warmth of Kaidan’s fingers wrapped around his was too comfortable. So he didn’t let go.

“Is it working?” He teased, turning towards the house, stepping carefully in the snow. Being on Earth, living his life day to day, was still strange. There was no constant worrying about missions, or drops, or war reports. No Alliance business to attend to. No war. 

It felt especially unfamiliar during days like this, after the night had covered the orchard in a foot of snow. But Steve was content with the life he had built here with Kaidan.

Kaidan chuckled, but said nothing, the crunch of his boots loud against the ice when he followed.

Despite the peaceful scenery, it didn’t take long for mischief to take hold in his mind. It’d been too long since they had a proper day in the snow. No work, just them, enjoying the fresh air and each other. It was the kind of peace that called for a tiny bit of chaos. 

The closer they came to the house, the slower Steve walked until Kaidan passed a little ahead of him, unaware of his impending doom. The snowball hit him in the shoulder, exploding into a shower of white flakes.

“Hey!”

When Kaidan spun around, Steve had already ducked behind a tree, laughing wildly. It was a different kind of freedom to laugh with someone you loved. To have no doubts, no worries or fears dangling over his head. It’d been so long since he felt like this.

“You’re going to pay for that.” Kaidan warned. The growl low in his throat did things to Steve that he couldn’t wait to take advantage of.

Steve heard Kaidan moving in the snow, but he stayed put, calculating the odds of finding better cover before Kaidan could claim his revenge. Peeking around the tree, the white expanse of the orchard spread out before him, leaving nothing but wind and silence to greet him.

He should’ve seen it coming when the snowball smacked him right in the chest, leaving his coat covered in powdery snow. A blue biotic field shimmered briefly before it dropped away, leaving nothing in its wake.

“That’s cheating!” Steve called out, unable to stop the laugh that followed directly after. 

Kaidan appeared to his left. He’d been hiding behind an old tractor that hadn’t run since… well, since before the Alenkos had bought the property. It’s rusted exterior stood out against the dull blue paint, faded from age and the elements. Perfect hiding spot, he thought, watching as the man he’d fallen in love with walked closer, smirking proudly.

“Cheating? All is fair in love and war. A war you started.” Kaidan paused, the image of him against the white background burning into Steve’s mind. Whiskey eyes, soft curls that got longer the more time they spent planetside, skin flushed pink from the cold, his salt and pepper beard… all things that had taken time getting used to that he now took for granted.

These were only some of the things he adored about Kaidan Alenko.

First and foremost, there was the kindness Steve glimpsed during their time on the Normandy. The hope Kaidan held out to any who were near him. Hope, not only for the future, but for the very people he passed on a daily basis. Hope they’d get to live their dreams, to reunite with those they loved. In those dark times, Kaidan was hope personified.

For Steve, he still was.

Holding up his hands, Steve took a single step closer, the picture of innocence. It would only work once, if he was lucky, and after that the war wouldn’t end until one of them gave up. As usual, that person would be himself, he knew that. But he also knew that losing always had its perks.

“I surrender.” 

Another step closer and Kaidan hadn’t changed his position. So far so good.

“Really?” Kaidan raised an eyebrow. “Why don’t I believe you?”

He was close enough. Now, he needed to be fast enough.

“That hurts, Kaidan. Trust is the most important thing in a relationship. I would never do anything to break that trust.” 

Before he could take that final step, Kaidan’s body was outlined in blue, his biotics flaring to life and suddenly Steve was doused in a pile of snow. Sputtering, it took him a minute to realize what happened. When he did, he couldn’t stop laughing. Unfair advantage and all, he was glad to see Kaidan getting into the spirit.

Steve dived for the other side of the tractor, barely dodging the next attack. Gathering up a handful of snow, he threw it in the general direction that he last saw Kaidan, taking refuge behind the vehicle. He figured his partner was long gone, but Steve didn’t want to take the risk of getting hit with biotic snowballs again.

No such luck. 

By the time they finished messing around, they’d both be soaked and frozen to the bone.

While he gathered up more snow, trying to arm himself as best as he could, Kaidan flanked him, sneaking around the old tractor without a sound. There were a few reasons why Steve was a pilot and not a soldier on the ground. This was one of them. 

One, two, three snowballs collided with his back in succession. A chunk of one got caught in the collar of his jacket, sliding down to drench his skin. With a yelp, Steve jumped at the icy cold, the heavy flannel shirt he wore beneath his coat sticking to his back.

“Care to keep going or can we go inside and warm up?” Kaidan offered his hand in truce, head tilted toward the house in invitation.

Steve could think of the many ways he’d love to warm up with, and most involved little to no clothing. He couldn’t deny he was tempted, but he had one last trick up his sleeve. Taking Kaidan’s hand, he squeezed it gently, leaning in to brush a kiss over his waiting lips.

Kaidan smiled, relaxed and at ease with a single touch.

Moving closer, Steve snaked his free arm around Kaidan’s waist. He leaned in, lips hovering against his, pausing before they touched. He lingered there briefly, then suddenly shifted his weight sending the two of them tumbling into the snow bank. They landed with a soft thump, a wall of snow rising up on either side of them. If he had to be cold and wet, so did Kaidan.

The resounding ‘oof’ that Kaidan let out as they landed was worth it.

As they laid beside each other, laughing at the absurdity of the entire situation, Kaidan shoved at his shoulder before turning onto his side, meeting Steve’s eyes. Kaidan’s face was red from the cold, the adoring smile softening his face and proving, once again, why Steve Cortez was head over heels in love with this man.

“Got it out of your system? Or do we need to go another round until you eat dirt?”

Steve pressed his hand against Kaidan’s chest, over the spot where his heart was. “I think I’m done, but you also said you’d stop using your biotics. It’s cheating, plain and simple. And it’s no fun when you cheat.”

“No fun for you, but for me?” Kaidan nuzzled against his neck, beard tickling Steve’s skin. “It’s nice to use my biotics, even for silly things. It feels like it’s been so long.”

Steve sighed, melting into his embrace. The biotics were a part of who Kaidan was. And he loved who Kaidan was. “I know. Maybe we can think of other things to do to help you… flex those superpowers.”

Kaidan let out a breathless chuckle at the insinuation. “There’s only one problem.”

“And that is?”

“You still smell like a horse, but this time, it's a wet horse. Which is definitely worse.” Kaidan moved to sit up, but Steve stopped him with a gentle hand to his shoulder. 

When those brown eyes returned to him, Steve smiled, unable to hide the amount of love and devotion he felt. “We could fix both the stink and the cold with a nice, hot shower.”

Kaidan stared at him, studying him with a strange smirk on his face. “So that was your goal this whole time? To get me naked?”

Steve leaned closer once again, only this time his lips found an ear to whisper into. “This surprises you? After three years together, I thought you knew me better than that, Kaidan.”

When Steve moved away, he wasn’t surprised to find Kaidan’s stare molten, but his stomach still danced excitedly at the look. Kaidan brushed a finger across his lips, studying how his mouth opened in response, ready for whatever he intended. “I do. I know you as well as I know myself, Steve.” He closed the distance between them, mouths meeting in a dance of lips and tongues, nothing but heat and whispered promises.

Even with years of practice, Steve Cortez was still learning things about Kaidan. And everything he learned, he loved.

“Race you to the house?” He asked, breath coming in gasps the moment they parted.

Kaidan grinned with playful enthusiasm Steve never tired of seeing. Without warning, he leapt to his feet, running for the farmhouse in the distance. Steve followed, laughter echoing, the warm yellow lights a beacon in the early dawn.

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Garazeb Orrelios x Reader

Note: Okay, so this is my first ever fanfic. I have one more I wrote but haven’t revised it so idk if id actually post it. I highly doubt I'll ever write again; I just couldn’t help it. There are like one or two Zeb x reader fics out there. It should be neutral reader and I had the idea to make it my OC but figured it would be more accessible to make it an x reader Anyway, plz go easy idk how I feel about it.

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The rhythmic thump of music reverberated through the crowded streets of Zeltron as Zeb strode purposefully alongside you. The vibrant colors of the diverse alien planet mingled in a kaleidoscope of celebration around them.

Zeb glanced over at you, his eyes studying your features before speaking. "You ready for this? These crowded places ain't exactly our usual scene."

You nodded, a small grin on your face. "I'm game, Zeb. Besides, it's a good change from our usual missions."

You maneuvered through the throng of partygoers, the aroma of exotic foods and the sounds of laughter filling the air. Zeb's eyes scanned the area, alert for any sign of trouble. He moves so his body walks closer with yours. "Stay close, this place might be lively, but it's easy to get lost in the chaos."

You nodded again as you glanced around at the alien revelers, fascinated by the diversity of species and customs. "It's incredible how different it is here. So many people celebrating together, all while the Empire rules the galaxy."

"Yeah, it's a melting pot, alright. But we're not here to party. We've got a job to do."

You followed his lead as he navigated through the maze of stalls and entertainers. Zeb's keen eyes darted around, ever watchful. "Keep your eyes peeled. Our contact could be anywhere in this chaos."

As you and Zeb made your way through, scanning faces for any sign of their contact, a figure caught your attention. A lithe and charismatic individual, waved you over.

"Over here, friends! I've been expecting you," the informant smiled widely. Zeb's furrowed brow betrayed a hint of unease as he kept a close eye on the interaction. He leads you both through a lounge, then to what looks like an office room. 

The informant stops at the door open and as you walk through he hovers his hand on the small of your back with his other arm extended to show you the way forward. "I must say, I'm pleased to have your company." 

It's much more quiet, there is a mirror wall behind the desk and shelves of trinkets litter the walls, almost like trophies. He takes a seat leaning back as far as he can with one elbow propped on the chair arm. He then motions for you both to sit across from him.

Zeb's fists tightened as he grumbled under his breath. "We're here for information, not to make friends."

You glance at Zeb, and also try to steer the conversation back to the mission. "Right. We need to know what you've heard about the Imperial shipments in this sector." 

His eyes look Zeb up and down, acknowledging his presence with a condescending smirk. "Ah the big, strong protector. I can see why you keep him around."

Zeb's patience wore thin but he maintained his composure, all while staring daggers at the man. "We don't have time for games. What do you know?" 

You understand he's a reliable informant for the rebellion so opting to not verbally degrade the slender man may be the better option. You decide to cross your arm and raise your brows expectantly.

The informant's previous demeanor diminished as he began relaying crucial details about Imperial activities in the sector. Zeb listened intently, his focus solely on the information being provided. As the conversation continued, Zeb's stance softened slightly, recognizing the value of the information despite his initial reservations about the man's behavior.

As you left the office, the atmosphere between you had shifted. While you were pleased to have secured valuable intel, you noticed Zeb's brooding silence.

"Zeb, everything alright?"

He grunted in response. "Just making sure we're not followed. Can't be too careful." But his gaze wasn’t too focused on the surroundings.

You aren’t satisfied with his response so you continue to pry. "But you seem a bit… off. Is something bothering you?"

Zeb's brow furrowed as he quickened his pace, trying to dismiss your concern. "Nothing's bothering me. Let's focus on getting back to the Ghost and log the intel."

As you both boarded the Ghost and settled in, Zeb sat on the curved cushions in the lounge busing himself with documenting the gathered intel on a holopad. His focus was intense, almost as if he was deliberately avoiding any and all conversation.

You thought it best to give him space and wait till he was finished. After some time the Lasat retreated into his quarters. You knock on the open doorway and lean against it.

"Zeb, seriously, what's going on?" you pressed gently. 

He sighed heavily while sitting up in his cot, his eyes meet yours briefly before finding the floor. "I... I just... wasn't too keen on the way that informant was behaving.” He sighs before admitting sharply, “I worry about you, okay.” 

You couldn’t help but smile. Zeb, known for his gruff exterior, rarely shared such sentiments openly. It was cute knowing he cared. "Zeb, I’ve been taking care of myself for a long time." 

His arms are now crossed and his eyes find the poster on the wall very interesting. "I know, but... I can’t help but feel like it's my job to protect you. It’s stupid, I know you can take care of-” He didn’t notice you walking toward him, you silenced him by placing a hand on his arm. Your touch is warm and comforting. When he gathers the courage to look, you are kneeling in front of him with a soft smile. Your eyes look wide with admiration.

“It’s my job to protect you too.”

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post the current first sentence(s) of your wips!

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since i already posted my main wips before, i'll be posting some new things i'm working on and since they are few i'll post more than the first sentences lmao :)

It's still summer. He knows it's summer because it's the season that smells like the sun does when it lands on Seb's hair. Charles always knew he would never catch up with him. He is full of Seb's traits, every last feature is grievously feeding Charles' senses, yet he seems so far away.

The locker room is a sanctuary, nobody really knows what happens there. Whatever goes on between players and managers stays in secret, exactly like a pact. Sometimes it isn't possible to understand much, but Olivier loves that atmosphere, he loves everything involving that particular moment. (i'll be posting this fic like... in some days i guess hehe. it's a gift &lt;;3);

Chemical imbalance wasn't a good enough answer for Guanyu. That logic made him feel powerless and out of control.

He feels a little feverish, a kaleidoscope is twisting behind his multicolored eyes and his hands are sweating. Charles promised he would no longer allow himself to be deceived, but every time he imagined he had found balance, the story took a turn he did not expect.

The icy wind of the night cut his pale face with the same intensity as a knife would. At that moment, he wondered if all that effort would be worth it; if Esteban would be the only man ever.

Apathy is, perhaps, just a way of masking the chaos within him. Charles believes that sometimes you should cease to exist in order to survive.

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Chapter Thirteen: “Kaleidoscope of Chaos”: A Yandere Kim Taehyung Story

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Plus size female, yandere.

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Warning: does contain yandere themes and therefore some sensitive content. Also of you are under 18 please leave as this will contain some mature themes. Obviously, I dont BTS nor do I think Taehyung would exhibit this type of behavior. It’s purely a work of fiction. I hope you enjoy and come along for the journey.

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Also, this will contain a mixture of written text as well as edits, fake social media and fake texts. I personally enjoy them and I think they add another layer to my content so I like to include them.

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This story and all kpop content can be found by accessing the Navi link in my bio. It will be on masterlist 2.0. From there you just access the BTS Masterpost and it’s fairly self explanatory from there.

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Taehyung waited patiently in the coffee shop for Jimin to arrive. 

He loved this place. 

Of course, they served coffee, which he wasn't necessarily fond of but they all had an assortment of milk teas and delicious drinks. 

Also, because the weather was warming, they were bringing out all the refreshing summery flavors and berry  pastries. 

Herbed cheeses and soft fluffy breads. 

And the owners were very respectful of all their patrons and incredibly welcoming to him any time he came by. 

They also gave him a more secluded spot near the back with a wonderful view of their little herb garden with a bird bath where the little critters were often heard chirping. 

He sipped his drink, the refreshing flavors of strawberry and lemon had his tastebuds singing.

"Hey." 

He glanced up just as Jimin took a seat across from him. 

His dark hair swept beneath a black cap and his dark eyes sparkling. 

Jimin loved people, especially Taehyung- one of his closest friends and he was usually down for quality time together. 

That was one of his many love languages and something the two of them had in common. 

Taehyung returned the greeting as he signaled the staff that they were ready to order. 

"So where's the missus?" he teased but Taehyung noted with a satisfaction that he loved hearing someone refer to her as his.  

"Out shopping." Taehyung said.   

"Oh, I wish she would've taken Hobi hyung with her.  He's been moaning about all morning. I think he's just bored." Jimin said before smiling at the waitor that came to take their order. 

Effectively, charming the poor boy. 

Taehyung surpressed a laugh. 

Jimin collected people like pokemon and most men, whether they wanted to admit it or not, usually found themselves a little enchanted with him. 

He had duality down in spades. 

Fierce and handsome one moment but then adorable and cute the next. 

The both of them placed their orders. 

Taehyung decided on their special, the 'springtime pasta salad' with fried pork belly and a refill of his strawberry lemonade while Jimin opted for their garden vegetable stew and something called a 'goddess refresher'. 

"Is hyung staying with you again?" Taehyung asked. 

Jimin nodded, "He's having his kitchen renovated and you know how he is with cleaning up.  He actually ended up being in the way more than he was helping so I offered that he just stay at my place for a bit.   He's fine.  Like I said, he's just bored." 

"Ah." Taehyung nodded. "But at least it's not horribly unsettling. I mean, the two of you were roommates for a long time." 

"We were ALL crammed together for a while or have you forgotten that we all could've identified as sardines for a few years?" Jimin smirked and Taehyung laughed remembering it well.  "But yeah, it's not a big deal really. He's just gotten used to his home and his stuff and really he's just bored.  He just needs to get out.  Maybe he and Jess can go out shopping one day.   You know he'd spoil her." 

Taehyung quelled his initial reaction of jealousy and tried to play it off with humor. 

"He could try.  She rarely lets me.   She's Miss Independant, ya know.   She can do everything for herself." he said. 

"That's good though." Jimin said.  "At least you know she doesn't want you for your money or fame." 

Taehyung schooled his words. 

That was the least of her concerns and he knew it but he also knew that if it were, she could have it in seconds and he wouldn't be able to do anything about it. 

He'd know where to start but she was ridiculously intelligent and he'd bet money on it that she'd have already erased the trail before the police could do anything. 

But it didn't matter, because she just wanted him and he'd willingly cut his heart out and give it to her if she asked. 

"Though, I can't say I could blame anyone if they did.   She's adorable.   Her squishy little cheeks." Jimin laughed.  

Taehyung was finding it harder and harder to fight off the urge to snap. 

And just as the waiter returned with their food, he did. 

"Do you want to fuck her?" he asked, pointedly staring at Jimin who all but choked on his spit. 

The waitor flushed from embarassment of having to stand there and witness this and hurriedly made himself scarce. 

"Taehyung!" Jimin admonished.  "What the hell?"

"Do. you. want. to. fuck. her?" he asked again. 

Jimin's brows furrowed at his friend, "Jesus, Taehyung.  No, I do not want to have sex with your girlfriend." 

"Well, you like her, don't you?" he asked. 

Jimin blinked, "Yes, Tae.  I like her.  I think she's a wonderful woman and yes, she's very cute.   And you and her are very similiar so it's easy to be around her.  But -"

"Cut it out, Jimin.  I know you.  I know what you look like when you've got a crush.  And you have one, on my girlfriend." he said, leveling his friend with a stare. 

Jimin's gaze hardened a bit, "Ok, fine, Taehyung.  Yes, she's cute and yes, I may have a bit of a crush but you know better than this.   You're my best friend and I can very much see how crazy you are about one another." 

'Oh you have no idea.' Taehyung thought to himself. 

He stared at Jimin for a few moments longer before his face relaxed. 

"Good." he said, picking up his fork for his dish and Jimin rolled his eyes at the whole situation before taking a swig of the sparkling green drink he'd ordered. 

 "And besides. " Taehyung laughed. "I mean, it's not like you could please her like I can anyway." 

Jimin froze, brows furrowing as those usually beautifully, warm dark eyes hardened. 

"What is that supposed to mean?" he asked. 

Taehyung smirked, "Nothing.  It's just that she and I are meant to be which means we have a deep connection.   I know every inch of that woman's body.  No one can please me like she can and no one can please her like I can.  No matter how much of a crush they might have on her." 

Jimin gnawed on his lip. 

He didn't say it but Taehyung sounded fucking crazy. Part of him wanted to attribute it to jealousy but there was something stirring in his stomach that told him something was seriously off. 

Jimin grew very, very worried. 

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Twenty Questions for Fic Writers 💫

i was tagged by @nv-md (ali pls why does tumblr never let me tag you what have you done) and then sort of indirectly by @fluxweeed! as always i loved reading your thoughts and i'm v grateful you thought of me. as always, this is just me talking shite for 20 answers:

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

12 revealed, but I do have my @aftgthenandnow fic currently hiding so 13 technically

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

99,518 (which my heart was immediately keen on saying it's "not that much" but all these words were written in the last year 365-ish days, which makes me very very proud)

3. What fandoms do you write for?

i'm still on my fandom whoring phase and loving it very much!!! i think it's mostly AFTG but I’ve dabbled in some Simon Snow and Check, Please! recently and have some more plans for those 🥰 honestly there is a RIDICULOUS amount of fandoms in my fic planning trello board, including: Call of Duty, The Raven Cycle, Red White and Royal Blue, BBC Merlin, and Our Flag Means Death. i love living in chaos!!!!

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

oh it's these guys: the benefits of a broken air conditioning unit and other summer lessons (aftg/andreil, 3k, E) geometric equilibrium (aftg/kandreil, 10k, M) kaleidoscope (aftg/fem!andreil, 5k, M) growing pains (omgcp/bittyparse, 50k, E) celly (aftg/gen, 800 words, T)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I do! Or I try to, anyway. Why? Uhhh. Because I want to, really. I'm not one of those people who feels like they have to, especially because as a commenter I don't expect writers to ever reply. But I love chatting fandom stuff and fic — mine or otherwise, so I always treat comments as an opportunity to do so. Sometimes I think I have a super random, like... reply style, I guess you'd call it? But I'd rather engage a fellow fan in genuine conversation rather than say just "thank you," which obviously is still what I end up doing like 70% of the time.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

This is funny for me to think about because in former fandoms I was a bit of an Angst Guy lmao (mcd, unrequited love, cheating, miscommunication, you name it)... but I'm on a softer vibe now for sure. I think maybe a wreath of white lilies is my angstiest work but even that i wouldn't classify as angst? it's fucked up smut, if anything lmao

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Uhhhh, I guess growing pains? It's a very hopeful, very happy ending with a lot of closure for stuff happening both within the fic and before. So yeah! I think that one. Very romcom-y neat sort of happy ending!

8. Do you get hate on fics?

i have in the past but not anymore! i'm not good enough nor bad enough to get hate jkfgjhd

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

yeah, baby!!!! what kind...? uh. good question. i feel like i always end up writing porn with a ton of feelings — not just love/lust though! but i do love a Strong Emotion (hatred, grief, confusion, relief, obsession) to be the catalyst for fucking. I like it when characters are seriously into each other (again, not necessarily only in an attraction way), in a little insane way. it just makes things fun. so i guess... my smut is the Big Feelings kind of smut lol

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

oh i haven't... but i do have a bit of a wild one i've considered! not sure if i'd ever actually write it though, but it's planned out.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

in an earlier fandom existence, yes! it may even be around still, who knows? now... not that i know of?

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

i don't think i have! would love it though! i grew up bilingual so i have a lot of love for translation :') i'd actually love to try my hand at translating one day!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

i have started co-writing fics with a couple of people before, but not something super serious and either times it never got finished. buuuuut i am actually in the process of co-writing not one but two fics atm! @skeptiquewrites and i are working on a zimbits flavoured little something, and @whataboutmyfries and i are very nearly done with our kandreil get-together fic, which is really exciting.

14. What’s your all-time favourite ship?

hate this question actually LMAO i am a multishipper at heart. a good fic can convince me of ANYTHING. like my favourite ship when i stopped writing hp was two guys who weren't ever even alive at the same time so???? anything goes truly.

for the sake of nostalgia, it might still be remus/sirius, because they were my introduction to fandom and all its joys! but that fandom is kind of tainted these days >:(

hmmmm. probably zimbits actually? they invented true love, i think.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

hahaha so many!!! i have a catholic priest Neil fic that is a very fun idea but requires a ton of lore because it's so removed from canon... the kink is juicy but the laziness might be stronger. we shall see.

16. What are your writing strengths?

descriptions, baby!!!!! details!!! i want to say characterisation but i don't think that's always true... i just love thinking very deeply about the details of characterisation.. the little seemingly unimportant tidbits you can add in about a character that just tell you a ton about them without you having to spell it all out! i find that fun, even if it doesn't always work lol

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

dialogue... i hate it... i simply do not know how people talk... i don't know why they have to either LOL top ten most mortifying moments of my life was when a pal was beta reading a fic for me and said "hey there's no dialogue in this for the first like 5k at all... maybe we should do something about that" rip

i am also very bad at ensemble casts... while the weakness above is something i can't avoid, this one is a lot more avoidable but also something i am actively working on. i feel like my fics are very closed in on my MCs and their relationship but as a reader i love when the characters have meaningful interactions outside of that... so i'm trying to get better at that, even if it's really fucking hard. i'm lucky enough to have a couple of pals who are INCREDIBLE at this so i'm taking notes all the time.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

big fan!!!! i love all methods of doing this too! add it in and provide translation at the end, weave the translation into the text, make the character themselves translate it, etc. i think it's great! i think i've done it maybe a couple of times but should definitely do more...

19. First fandom you wrote for?

you already know what i'm gonna say... HP. i am of that specific generation and i'm just gonna have to live with that lol

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

hate this question hate it hate it hate itttttt do you mean favourite as in favourite final result, or favourite writing experience, or favourite prose, or favourite plot, or favourite characterisation, etc etc etc? i have a lot of love for growing pains, which i've already mentioned a couple times; and also for geometric equilibrium. for funsies, i'll say do not disturb the cats because i just love when an idea possesses me and i can't do anything else until i've written it LOL but yeah "favourite" is hard, sorry

uhhhh i've not seen this floating about a lot soooo sorry if i tag anyone who has already done it :/ but if you guys fancy doing this, i'm passing it along: @moondal514 @jaywalkers @mostlymaudlin @thetrojeans @ittyybittybaker @stabbyfoxandrew 💕 have funnnnnn

#tag games #[insert keyboard emoji here]

[sixtysixproblems]

obligatory newbie post + my ficlist but at least im not from twitter

What's up tumbleweeds i will no longer be a meance exclusive to ao3! This'll probably be a 90% star wars blog because unfortunately I can't choose my special interests aparently, and my brain picked the fandom where everyone dies to be my main thing. sigh.

Ao3 = Kalidescope_View. (i know kaleidoscope is terribly misspelled, shhhhh)

Names + Pronouns - He/Him, minor, could not care less what you call me. Sixes? Kaleidoscope? Kalidescope? That fucking guy over there? Whatever works.

My fic list (all clone wars for now)

"fluorescent mistakes" - an ongoing chat-fic that spiraled out of control and became my main project

Cody: Look, it's the vod who's so basic he's off the PH scale Wolffe: cody you nerd what the fuck does that even mean ~-~-~-~ Cody creates a chatroom for his batch. He really, really shouldn't have. Featuring: some blyla + codywan + vox, a lot of sibling love, even more sibling chaos, and *checks notes* ...plot???

"mistakesverse" series - all of them are canon in fluorescent mistakes, but all function as standalones for now/not needed to read fluorescent.

>"fairness" - ponds & rex h/c oneshot, kamino era but not too heavy angst wise >"get it on flimsi" - coruscant guard chatfic oneshot >"godzillo v crypto bros" - the zillo beast arc but make it a crack chat fic

"i accidentally made a modern au" series - a bunch of stand-alone oneshots set in the same highschool au universe.

>"pastel" - the fetts have an easter egg hunt in the background while wolffe is being a little shit and trying to set up codywan >"i want you (for worse or for better)" - Vox miscomunication except it's only the part where it gets resolved + outside your door in the pouring rain trope, ft peanut butter m&ms >"petals" - codywan flower gifting, the teasing that comes with siblings, wolffe is a little shit again >"(SEVERE THUNDERSTORM WATCH" - a chatfic where cody nearly gets caught in a thunderstorm, set during fett family vacay + ft eggo poptarts

"id kiss you as the lights went out" - Ongoing Vox 5+1 hurtcomfort, but it's more like a 5+2

“Vos,” Fox says, forcing his grip to relax so he doesn’t wrinkle the flimsiwork he’s working on, “Are you aware you’re dripping blood on my carpet?” “Uh,” Vos looks down at the few drops of crimson now staining the ugly beige-colored floor, and quickly puts a hand over his side, “...I’d say sorry, but I mean, you must have gotten wine on it at some point, so it'll just...Blend in?”

"warmth" - self-indulgent vox hurt/comfort with a bad title.

Quinlan Vos had been hovering around Fox like a particularly annoying fly for the past two months now, for no particular reason. Well, none Fox could discern at least. Oh, not that Vos wasn’t telling him why. Vos had plenty of "reasons", he’d explain them with a smirk that Fox supposed he’d find charming-- if he had never put up with the Jedi’s shenanigans. And if he didn’t know that Vos and his excuses were full of shit.

"stitched" - no plot only vibes drunk sibling nonse (fox, cody, wolffe)

"Force, you are old," Wolffe drawled, and Fox tried to project his glare as best he could through his helmet. Cody snorted from somewhere behind them, but Fox was too drunk to tell where-- which sent off a prickle of anxiety.. "I see you do not want a present from me for life day," He grumbled, trying to banish his stress. He’d have none of his usual paranoia tonight. Wolffe put his hands up in mock surrender. "Fine. It's impressive. I wouldn't have the patience" Wolffe amended, and picked up Fox's knitting to study it with, annoyingly, what looked like at least some genuine interest.

have a nice day folks!

#quinfox #codywan #my fic #clone wars #chat fic #my stuff

[glamgoblin]

Current Tag Game

tagged by @newyearknwwme thank you for the tag <333

Current Time: almost 10pm (the nightly tumblr scroll)

Current activity: scrolling and drinking my nightly coffee

Currently thinking about: honestly, no thoughts head empty. some blorbo thoughts.

Current favorite song: Let You Down - Dawid Podsiadło (tw for flashing lights/kaleidoscope effects in the music video)

This song! This song! Omg it makes me feel so much but also the music video! Made me? Want? to? Cry? It's an ending theme?? How?? 10/10

Also Right Now - Nekrogoblikon because a song by a band where one of the members dresses up as a goblin? Yes

Currently reading: Drive Your Plow Over the Bones of the Dead, There There, and a questionable amount of fics

Currently watching: My Dear Gangster Oppa and My Personal Weatherman (really in my my era apparently)

Current favourite character: Atm....if no ones guessed Astarion 😊🥰🩷🤍🩵❤️💖❣️💕💐💫✨!!!!! I love him so much! He has trauma! And white hair! and the ability for evil and good! and his storylines are just so *chomping on tree branches, scaling large buildings*

Also as always Aerith from ff7

Current WIP: I have fifteen currently and it's chaos but they are for PhayuRain/LITA, kp, and bg3

Tagging: @kangarew-7 and @redweddingsandbowties but literally no pressure!

#tag games

[rae-gar-targaryen]

Rae! This is not really a get to know the blogger anonymously, but I still have the moment you dropped Loved You Once in my head.

The song that inspired the fic still sits with me. I remember reading it late into the night when you first dropped it. Every time that some comes into my shuffle I think of your fic.

BABE WOW -- I was JUST thinking about this fic the other day and how much I missed writing for Angel y Frida and how I have this mostly-finished engagement!AU fic for them that I never was able to finish before my inspiration just left the building... I will regularly listen to Cara Mae's entire EP just because the vibes are there.

Anyways, this made my entire day, nay, my entire month -- so would you like a snippet of it?

The premise was that she and Angel travel to Oakland to celebrate one of Frida's friends' engagements, and it spurs Angel to kinda... get a move on already.... please enjoy below the cut!

Warmth, not the scorching red miasma of chaos, but the smooth, simmering heat of silken passion entangling the both of you. Angel presses himself as far into you as he can, nevermind that the thin, starchy hotel sheet has long-since been kicked to the floor, his legs are tangled enough with yours without it. You twist in his arms, coming to face him like the sun greeting a brand new day, Angel's eyes already open and gazing into yours once you've settled. You could stay like this forever. Admiring everything about your Angelito until the world ceases to turn. Made to be admired in perpetuity, your muse. You adored the map of creases that crossed Angel's proud forehead, an indicator of a lifetime of emotion pressed there. You adored the way his brow furrows in the early light of the morning, awake but not-quite.  You adored the peaking bridge of his nose, and the way it draws your eyes to the fullness of his lips. Mostly, you adored his eyes. The windows to the soul of a man who wouldn't bare it to just anyone. The tilt of Angel's head, the lighting overhead, all causing the color of his eyes to swirl and change, a kaleidoscope of feeling. In some light, the dark of night, Angel's eyes were oil -- slick and mirthless. In the apex of the evening's golden hour, his eyes were coffee -- warm, comforting and smooth. In the soft, cottony orange of morning, Angel's eyes were honey -- sparkling, crystalline, saccharine gold.  You allowed a soft sigh to escape your lips as you took in the sight of Angel in the morning light, raising your hand to softly trace a finger over the curve of his lips.  "Could you see it?" You looked up at Angel through your lashes, chin resting on his shoulder, and pressing your lips along with your intentions into his neck. "A future together?" Angel made a warm, humming noise in his throat, blinking slowly in contemplation as he felt your wan, starry gaze on him.  Of course he could, he thought. No question. Instead, he followed your question with one of his own: "Could you?" He spoke softly, cautiously. The feelings of infectious affectation that had permeated the evening of arduous celebration was hard to ignore. Maybe it would be best to have this conversation when you both weren't so inundated with amor. You smiled at Angel, sparkling teeth and comforting, cinnamon warmth.  "Smooth, Angelito," you teased gently, before emitting a soft exhale. "I don't know what the future holds. I don't pretend to. But what I do know is that if my future holds you, then I'm happy with it. Whatever it may be."

#lovely anons #angel reyes x reader #angel reyes x frida #loved you once #lyo #loved you once asks #lyo asks

[mintmatcha]

cw babies;

I am very emotional this morning and reading your Makki stars fic had me feeling a rollercoaster of wonder, existential dread, and hope.

Now I can't stop thinking about him a few years later with his future partner decorating their baby's room in plastic glowing stars, and he wonders if the fate of the universe has changed from chaos to order

(༎ຶ ෴ ༎ຶ)

His world certainly isn't orderly.

In fact, it's probably gotten more chaotic by the day. It's been weeks since he's slept more than 3 hours (he's praying for the baby to start making it through the night sometime soon), work is a mess and a half, plus you're insisting he goes to Iwa's wedding next week even though there's no babysitter-

but when he plastered those stars above his first born's bed and watches how her eyes get wide with wonder and curiosity-

("Dad," she whispers the second the lights go off, eyes locked on the pastel green kaleidoscope he made just for her, "It's magic." )

-he thinks that all of the chaos and drifting and strife lined up perfectly in the end, brought his life into perfect alignment to bring him happiness-

to bring him his family.