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oneshotsandheadcanons · 2 years

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Helping Rachel - Rory Flanagan

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Summary: Rachel messed up her NYADA audition, and is really upset about it. Seeing how much it effects her, Rory and Y/N take a road trip on her behalf. (can’t actually remember if he is in it here, but oh well)

Rachel was yet again in a mood. Since she messed up her audition, she hadn’t been right.

Honestly, I felt sorry for her. This was her dream, her whole life, and one mistake had ruined it. Didn’t seem fair, but what could I do to help.

I was sat in the choir room after everyone had left, trying to think how I could help. Rory walked in, coming over to me.

“Why’re you still here? Everyone else has gone.” He asked, taking a seat next to me.

“Trying to think if there’s a way to help Rachel.” I said. “It’s not fair one little sign of nerves, and her dream future is gone. We need to convince Carmen to give her another chance.”

“And we will.” He said, putting an arm around me. “It’s sweet that you care so much.”

“She may be a pain sometimes, but that’s because she cares. She’s a friend Rory.”

I laid my head on his shoulder.

“Well, unless you can attend her classes, I don’t think you’ve got a chance.” He chuckled lightly.

“Ror, that’s it.” I said, sitting up again. “Carmen Tibideaux teaches more than her NYADA classes. If I can find a class close by, maybe I can catch her.”

i grabbed my laptop, and searched for her classes. “Got it!” I closed the laptop, and got up. “I’m gonna talk to her, there’s one going now, if I leave now, I can catch her.”

“I’m coming too.”

As we were leaving, we ran into Mr Schue, almost literally.

“Where’s the fire?” He chuckled.

“I think we may be able to get Rachel a shot at NYADA again, but we have to leave now. Don’t say anything in case we can’t.”

Without waiting for a response, me and Rory sped off again.

We got to her just as she was about to leave.

“Carmen Tibideaux?”

She turned to face me.

“How can I help?”

“Look, I know this is unusual and unorthodox but I have to do this. Not long ago, you came to McKinley High to see Rachel Berry audition and she choked. That’s not Rachel, she’s amazing! She knows that song off by heart, she IS Fanny Brice.” I told her.

“I don’t know what it was. Nerves maybe? This is her biggest and only dream and I couldn’t let one mistake ruin her dream. Please, please let her re-do her audition. She’d be the best addition to NYADA.”

“It’s sweet you care so much about your friend. Not many would do this.” She commented. “But she had more than double the time I give to auditionees, I’m sorry. It wouldn’t be fair.”

I sighed.

“Look, we’ve got a Glee Club competition coming up. Technically she’s not auditioning.” Rory said, handing her an info leaflet. “Just think about it, we’ll save you a seat.”

We walked away, hopefully Carmen would come.

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It was finally the day of the competition, and I’m surprised Rachel was here. No one knew we’d asked Carmen to come. We didn’t dare to say in case she didn’t show. Looking out into the crowd, as Rachel was getting ready for her solo, I saw Carmens seat empty and sighed.

“She didn’t show.”

“Who?” Finn asked, appearing near us to watch Rachel when she performed.

“Carmen Tibideaux. Me and Rory went to ask her to give Rachel another chance and invited her tonight.”

“Wow, that’s so amazing. I can’t believe you’d do that for her.”

“Well, that’s Y/N for you.” Rory said. “She’s amazing and selfless. It’s kinda why I’m in love with her.”

I looked at him in shock, Finn grinned.

“My man.”

“You-you what?”

“I love you Y/N, always have.”

Without another word, I kissed him, and he quickly returned it. We pulled apart when Rachel had walked onstage and started to sing. Partway through, Rory nudged me.

“Y/N look.”

I looked where he was pointing to see Carmen walking to her seat.

“She came. We did it Rory!”

Rachel noticed her, as she sat down. A grin lit up her entire face.

The rest of her performance was the best and brightest I’ve seen Rachel in months.

“I can’t believe she came! How did she know?” Rachel asked, running off stage.

Before anyone could answer, we all had to go and finish our performance.

#prompt #drabble #writing #writing prompt #writing drabble #glee #glee prompt #glee drabble #Rory Flanagan #rory flanagan prompt #rory flanagan drabble

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newwwwusername · 5 months

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Fic title : Blow the Candles Out

@comfortember 2023 prompt : Candles

Rating : General Audiences

Fandom : Glee

Pairing : Kurt/Blaine

Additional tags : Period-Typical Homophobia, Gay, Canon Gay Relationship, Romance

Word count : 61

#fanfiction #fanfic #fanfic challenge #fanfic prompts #comfortember 2023 #comfortember alt prompt #glee #kurt x blaine #blaine x kurt #klaine #drabble

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autlantic · 1 year

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. • TRUTH OR DARE

BILL KAULITZ X READER

summary: being the opening act for tokio hotel entails a lot of alcohol and a lot of bad decisions.

warnings: alcohol, all your basic smut features

a/n: HELLO ALL !! this is my first time writing in over a year so this is a bit shabby, but we’re all in our kaulitz twins phase atm so worth it <3 feel free to send me prompts, i’ll write a lil drabble

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Somehow, every night after touring ended up like this.

You, the opening act for tokio hotel, and the rest of the band sat round with an unhealthy amount of alcohol, playing the most stupid drinking games imaginable.

“Let’s play truth or dare.” You suggested, leaning back into the plush seats of the luxury hotel room. Playing Gustav’s card games had led to one two many arguments; mainly between the oh so competitive Bill and Tom.

“What about truth or drink? Or dare or drink? Truth or dare or drink even!” Bill chimed in, manicured hands reaching eagerly for the bottle of vodka set out in front of him.

Looking around, everyone nodded in agreement at the suggestion. Bill continued.

“Alright then, Gustav, truth or dare?”

The boy in question sighed, taking a large swig of his beer before answering. “Truth.”

“Is it true you’ve only slept with two fans this whole tour?”

You couldn’t help but giggle at Bill’s invasive question. Tom had girls in every night- you could hear them through the walls which was a massive pain and pretty gross- but as far as you knew Gustav wasn’t as interested in the groupies.

“Yeah, only two.” The drummer replied, causing an uproar of laughter from the rest of the band. You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help smiling at their childish antics.

As the game continued, the alcohol started diminishing. Tom had gone streaking down the hallway, Georg had been ding-dong ditching and all of you were completely wasted.

Finally, it had come to your turn.

“Okay… our favourite girl, truth or dare?” Tom asked, staring you down as if to challenge you. You leaned forwards, answering with a simple “Dare.”

Seeing as it was Tom asking, this probably wasn’t the best decision; he had a devious look in his eyes that made you instantly regret your decision.

“I dare you…” He started, spinning his lip piercing in thought as everyone waited intently. “To take a piece of clothing off every time someone drinks.” The dreadlocked boy finished, smirking proudly at his dare. Bill clapped in glee until you sent him a teasing glare. Before you could even respond, both twins had taken a large sip of their drinks.

“That’s not fair!” You exclaimed, pointing accusingly at the two, “Surely it’s only one item if you both drink at once!” Your complaints were ignored, met only with a chant of ‘take it off! take it off!’. Looking down at what you were wearing, you cursed yourself for having already removed your shoes. Thinking for a moment, you removed one of the necklaces hanging round your neck, Bill uttering a sound of protest.

“That doesn’t count as clothes, love.”

“You’re all pervs.” You teased, slowly starting to unbutton and unzip your jeans instead. Tom let out a wolf whistle as you slid the material down your legs, revealing the skimpy piece of black lace you’d thrown on this morning before knowing you’d be on display. Jeans were the safest option to remove seeing as you’d gone braless under your shirt. Now stood in your (barely there) underwear in front of a group of staring boys, it was time for some revenge.

“Bill, truth or dare?” You spoke, eyeing up the handsome singer. “My eyes are up here by the way.”

Bill slowly moved his eyes from the soft skin of your thighs and stomach up to your waiting eyes. God, they were all shameless.

“Dare.”

“I dare you to kiss the most attractive person in the room.” You smirked, shameless yourself thanks to the ungodly amounts of alcohol you’d consumed in the last hour. You leaned slightly against the wall behind you, eyes narrowed expectantly at he gazed at you in surprise.

Jumping to his feet, Bill practically fell over himself rushing up to you, grabbing you by the hips before smothering his lips over yours. The kiss was wet, and you could taste the vodka on his breath as he pushed his tongue into your mouth eagerly. His fingers, nails painted black, gripped your hips and waist firmly as you pulled at his loose and for once not styled black hair. A moment later you were pulling apart, pupils dilated and gasping for breath.

“Well that’s just not fair.”

Glancing over, you fought back a laugh at the jealous expression painted across Tom’s features. His eyebrows were furrowed, arms crossed over his chest. He’d been watching.

It was a bit of an unspoken rule that you didn’t get with any of the boys; if anyone caught you, their opening act, in an intimate position with a band member, you’d both be in big trouble from management.

“Where’s my kiss, baby?” He continued, pouting and leaning towards you for a kiss. You threw a pillow at him, causing Georg and Gustav to fall over laughing. Bill still seemed shell shocked and followed you over to the sofa like a lost puppy.

“Shit, it’s almost 2am. We should probably get some sleep.” Georg spoke, checking his watch. There was a lot of travelling to be done the next day. Gustav nodded in agreement, standing up and starting to grab his things. The two more sensible boys headed out, not without a quip of “don’t have too much fun without us!”

You turned to Tom, and he threw the pillow right back at you. “Get out of my room lovebirds.” He snickered, laughing at Bill’s pink flush. You smiled and pinched his cheek, causing him to slap your hand away playfully.

“Come on, Billy.”

Bill grabbed your hand, pulling you through the door and into the hallway. Once the door was shut, he pushed you roughly against the wall, brushing a piece of hair out of your face.

“You’re such a tease, you know that?” He spoke lowly, his brown eyes darkening as he trailed his thumb from your cheek to your lower lip, slipping it inside your mouth. Surprised at his boldness, you sucked softly on his finger, the cold metal of the rings he had on sending shockwaves right through you. He shuddered, withdrawing his finger after a few seconds and dragging you across the hall to his room. You suddenly felt all too conscious of your lack of clothing, your jeans still lying somewhere on Tom’s floor.

Once the door was shut, Bill’s lips were against yours once more, the warmth of his body pressed up against yours as the kiss grew heated and his hands began to roam across your flushed skin. Barely separating as the two of you stumbled over to his bed, you pushed aside any thoughts of possible consequences and focused on his mouth. Your legs opened automatically as he climbed on top of you, his tongue exploring the delicate skin of your neck as a breathy moan left your lips.

“Fuck, we shouldn’t be doing this.” He muttered, hands pulling at the fabric of your shirt.

“I don’t care.” You whined in response, letting him pull the fabric off of your body, revealing you to him.

His soft brown eyes gazed at your exposed skin, painted fingernails trailing soft lines across your skin leaving goosebumps in their wake. You pawed at his belt, Bill moving back slightly so you could undo the buckle with shaking hands. Pulling his shirt off, the singers lips attached to yours once again as he trailed his hands to the hem of your underwear.

He dipped one finger below the lacey fabric, smirking as you to pushed your hips into his hands desperately. Hearing your whimper of ‘please’, he finally pushed your underwear to the side, thumb pressing directly against your sensitive nub. You whined as he began drawing small circles, wetness seeping from you as your head fell back against the pillows. Without warning, Bill slid a finger inside your slick walls, drawing out a moan that made him grin. “Shh, baby. Don’t want anyone to hear you do we?” He cooed, adding a second finger and picking up speed as you tried to keep quiet. You could hear the slick sounds of his fingers as he curled them upwards, causing you to call out his name desperately.

Feeling pleasure build up inside you, you reached to palm him through his jeans, causing his motions to stutter. You whined as he pulled away, but watched on as he began to pull off the only layers separating you from what you really wanted. Eyes wide, you gazed as he pulled down his boxers, cock springing free and hitting his stomach. It was long, oozing precum and you couldn’t help but reach to grab it, slowly stroking his member as his eyes screwed shut in content.

“Please, Bill.” You begged, wrapping your arms round his neck to pull him closer, gasping slightly as you felt his cock press against the opening of your heat. For a moment, you both pause as desire permeates the air in the hotel room.

Pulling back for a split second, Bill pushes the head of his cock into your entrance, groaning at the feeling of the hot velvet surrounding him. Pushing forward further, you cry out as he buries his cock all the way in, legs shaking around his hips as he brushes your most sensitive spots. Withdrawing slightly, he suddenly bullies his cock back inside, picking up a pace that leaves you breathless and writhing.

“God you feel so good.” He groans, one hand gripping your hip as the other moves to your clit, adding a new dimension to the pleasure taking over your body.

Bill’s hips stutter, his grunts and moans becoming more frequent.

“Inside.” You manage to get out, lips parted and brows furrowed as you near your orgasm.

He falters at your words, spilling inside of you as his head falls to your shoulder. A loud moan spills from your lips as the combined feeling of his fingers and being filled so deeply push you over the edge, orgasm crashing over you like a tsunami.

A solid five minutes pass, the two of you still curled up against each other before he finally pulls out, cum dripping against the inside of your thighs.

“Sorry.” He grins, pulling you against his bare chest and burying his face in your hair. You flush pink, this somehow feeling much more intimate than hooking up itself.

“No you’re not.” You giggle, cozying into him and ignoring the consequences of the morning.

“No i’m not.”

#tokio hotel #bill kaulitz #tom kaulitz #bill kaulitz x reader #bill kaulitz smut #tokio hotel x reader #tokio hotel smut #kaulitz twins #kaulitz twins x reader #kaulitz twins smut

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darklydeliciousdesires · 5 months

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Hi there! I hope you’re well!

I saw that you’ve opened your drabble requests and, if they’re still open, I was wondering if you’d be willing to write something for Tommy Shelby using the prompt “Really? You’re pregnant?” ?

Thanks so much in advance if you choose to! 🥰

Hello! Yes, I'm good thank you. Hope you are, too! And of course, he you are, love!

"Oh god, oh god, oh god."

Pacing the pavement outside of the Shelby Company Ltd, you know you have to venture inside sooner or later. Ambivalence is your friend at the moment, though, your nerves tingling unpleasantly. Do you go in, or run for the bus stop and head home to remain in indecision a while longer?

He should know, though. Sooner rather than later.

It's happened all too rapidly, just four months into your courting of Tommy Shelby and now here you are, with a tiny little bun nestled within your oven. Tommy's tiny little bun. Bake time nine months.

"Oh, bloody hell." Taking a deep breath, you reach for the brass handles of the doors and pull them open. "Here goes nothing."

Striding down the hallway, you are met at the end by the smiling face of Lizzie, his secretary. "Oh, what a surprise. Luckily for you, he's in his office and not currently engaged, I don't think. Let me go and check for you, though. He might be on the phone."

Biting your thumbnail with nerves, you wait the short time it takes Lizzie to knock upon Tommy's office door, poking her head around to alert him to your arrival. "He's free, go on in."

He cuts a sharply dressed, yet casual figure behind his large desk, idly smoking a cigarette while perusing the morning broadsheets. Looking up, he smiles warmly. "You're the last person I was expecting to see this morning, sweetheart."

You swallow hard, hands fidgeting with the buttons upon your coat. "I erm, I have something to tell you, Tommy."

"Oh?" His curious reply pulls him from the paper, setting it down upon the desk as he gives you his full attention. "Not about to tell me I've been given the boot, are you? Because that really would ruin my tea break."

Tommy and his dry humour. "No, not at all, but depending on what you have to say in light of it, your tea break might still be ruined."

His nod urges you to continue, a small puzzled frown creasing his forehead. "You see, Tommy. The thing is, is, I erm. I've just come from the doctor. I'm erm, I... we... I'm pregnant."

Immediately he rises to his feet, his eyes widening as he walks around his desk, taking your hands. You can never truly tell what lurks beneath a facade as stoic as Tommy presents at times, but as you watch his mouth begin to upturn, your heart flutters with relief.

“Really? You’re pregnant?”

You nod, tucking your hair behind your ear. "I am. Not very far along, but I am."

The warmth of his hug as he laughs with glee is the only confirmation you need that no, you absolutely did not ruin his tea break that morning.

#tommy shelby fanfiction #tommy shelby x reader #tommy shelby x you #peaky blinders fanfiction #peaky blinders fanfic #peaky blinders fic #tommy shelby fanfic #tommy shelby fic

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shares-a-vest · 5 months

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Prompt: Baby (Discord Drabble) Okay, this drabble is kinda a cheat. the idea is from a long-abandoned wip in my Joanie Munson AU. i just started wayyy over thinking it so here is part of it in drabble form.

"Daaaad!"

Steve drops his spoon straight into his cereal bowl as he stops mid-slurp to rush to Joanie's bedroom.

He finds his toddler standing up and rattling the bars of her crib, hair standing up every which way after a (thankfully, full) night's rest.

"I want ouuuuut!" she shouts.

Steve grumbles as he picks her up, wishing she wouldn't talk about her bed like it's a goddamn prison she needs to break out of.

"Kitty!" she exclaims, pointing out into the living room.

"You wanna go see the baby kitties?" he asks, smiling as Joanie balls a fist in his shirt and begins squirming in the general direction of the doorway.

Steve takes Joanie to the garage, which is currently housing the building's resident stray, Sprinkles and her (very unexpected) litter of kittens. Eddie has beaten them to the punch, of course, cooing and doting as he sits by Sprinkles' nesting box with his precious Honeycombs.

The kittens look even bigger than they did last night. Now free of slime and nursing well, looking just as blonde as their mother.

"Hey," he murmurs, munching on dry cereal before taking a sip of his coffee to wash it down.

It's probably a good thing he scoops up the mug because, as soon as Steve sets Joanie down, she begins toddling to the box, only just reaching it before she stumbles and catches herself on the edge.

"Whoopsie, munchkin!" Eddie says, reaching to spot her but Steve stops him.

"She's fine," he says, despite inching Sprinkles' food bowl just a touch to the side.

"What if she falls!" Eddie frets.

"Kitty," Joanie repeats, voice filled with glee. Steve can just imagine her big brown eyes lighting up, "My baby!"

She lifts her leg into the box, making grabby hands for one of the little bean-shaped fuzzballs.

Steve and Eddie lunge for her, knocking the box of Honeycombs over and spilling them on the floor.

#steddie as girl-dads #steddie #steve harrington #lilys drabbles #stwgdailyprompt #steddie ficlet #steddie dads

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wonuhaven · 5 months

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Can I please request a jeonghan fluff drabble with prompt #50 where him and the reader are just in love and they just got married that night, and she says that🥹 (I'm just really in love with jeonghan if you can tell)

let the moon be our witness — y. jeonghan

50. "do you ever wonder if the moon is jealous of your beauty?"

info: pure fluff + lowercase intended + not proofreaded (sorry T_T)

author's note: i totally get u!! hannie being the most breathtaking human confirmed! absolutely love it when he's just existing while being himself fr. i hope this was to your expectation :) i loved writing it & thank you for requesting!! 🫶

when the night has come, jeonghan pours you a glass of wine while you gaze up at the only light that never fails to shine so brightly: the moon.

"you're staring a little too hard at the moon when you already have your handsome husband right next to you." you hear jeonghan start as he hands you the drink.

you let out a slight giggle before taking a sip. "don't you think the moon's beautiful tonight?" he hums in agreement before pouring himself a glass as well.

"sure is, my love. i'll take it as a sign that the universe is congratulating our marriage!" he cheers with glee, raising his hands toward the moon. you also raise your hands after placing the glass on the table that is between the two of you.

"do you ever wonder if the moon is jealous of your beauty?"

you give jeonghan a glance, hoping he might answer. "i'm not getting what you mean, my love." he respond to you honestly. you take that as a sign, reaching for his hands and caressing it ever so dearly.

"do you ever wonder if the moon is jealous of your beauty?" you repeat. jeonghan place his finger under his chin, looking like he is thinking hard before breaking out in a bright grin— outshining the moon above.

"no, baby. i'm sure the moon think it's the most beautiful thing in the world." he finally give his answer but it only bring a slight frown on your face. you are certain he notice the change in your demeanor since he is now the one caressing your hand.

"however— i am one hundred percent sure the moon is jealous of me that i get to love a kind heart like you. i'm sure it's jealous of me that i get to marry the love of my life. i'm sure it's jealous that we get to love each other, under it's moonlight."

"let the moon be our witness, so that it knows our love shines brighter."

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romantichomicide95 · 1 year

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Hi! I just found your blog, congrats on 300! Could I get #20 you’re so cute with Gojo?

Drabble Prompt #20 “ you’re so cute “

“Can you please stop that Toru?” you say in annoyance. Satoru, your boyfriend, was one of the most amazing people you’d ever met. He was always showing you, and telling you how much you meant to him. He was thoughtful, playful, complex, determined, and a little cocky. He was also annoying, like found glee in getting on your nerves annoying.

“Stop what sweetie.” He smirks, feigning innocence.

He was incessantly poking you, trying to get your attention because you were busy watching a movie. He couldn’t have that, he couldn’t have you focusing your attention on anything other than him.

“Toru, please this is the best part.” You say swatting his hand away for the 10th time.

“You’ve seen this movie 5 times it’s SO BORING.” He shouts, cupping his hands over his mouth like a megaphone.

“Pay attention to me instead” he puts his face in yours, small pout on his lips, peering up at you over his sunglasses.

“Fine.” You roll your eyes and turn off the tv. As annoying as he could be, it was hard to resist the man.

“Yayyy. You’re so cute when your mad. Come here” he says, practically scooping you up and carrying you to your bedroom.

“Toru put me down.” You yelp, wiggling in his arms.

“No can do baby.” He says before throwing you on the bed.

You knew no matter how annoying and childish he could get, you would always let him have his way with you.

#gojo x reader #saturo gojo x reader #jjk gojo #saturo gojo #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu geto #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jjk fanfic #jjk fluff #jjk #gojo smut #gojo fluff

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retrosimp · 1 year

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Guilty Mornings

Just a drabble I had in my notes so there you go.

Mild NSFW ahead be warned.

Female reader x Ran

‘ It happend again.’

The thought strikes you as you stir to the rustling tunes of the wind chime from what you know is the balcony door.

The room and the sheets carry the scent of weed and sex interlaced with Rans signature parfume.

Eyes drifting you realise there is no breathing noise beside you, glacing over your shoulder you see the bed is empty.

Contemplations about a runner are usually not your thing but you consider it for a moment. Usually Ran is not someone to come back to bed before his morning routine which involves a smoke and an espresso on his balcony.

If this were the one night stand you pretend it to be you would not know these quirks.

You should not know.

You don't want to either. It's not as if you'd care.

Exactly.

You decide to book it sitting up halfway to angle for your clothes. The café bathroom will have to do.

A squeaking of a door being shut interruptes your plans and you hear a signature padding of swift feet moving across the flat and towards the room. A moment later the door creaks open lightly the moment you bury yourself back in the pillows.

You don't allow your eyes to peal open or move an inch as you feel the bedside dipping beneath you and a warm body presses itself against your back.

‘Just dont react pretend to sleep.’

You inwardly chant to yourself, repeating the thought a little sterner as you feel Rans soft mouth pressing a kiss into you hair making its trail down to suck a kiss into the shell of your ear.

“g' morning”

His voice is still a little raspy and you imagine the reason being the cigarette scent laced in his colonge.

You feel Ran frown as you keep your expression painfully neutral heart racing as his lips begin to add more pressure to your sensitive skin before suddenly Ran darts out his tongue giving the hickey behind your ear a swift flick.

Barley able to suppress a squeak your hands wind themselves into the sheets.

Inwadly you beg him to just leave.

Your thoughts are still racing as you hear the click of Rans tongue.

If the older Haitani was ever a fan of silent treatment it's clearly not the case if directed at him.

But then his eyes narrow on your clenched expression and prompting his lips to trail kisses down your throat instead. The pulse flutters.

Alright. It seems you want to play Ran muses. If you want to play so you shall.

Faking innocence he hums into your skin momentary using the distraction to let his hand climb up your thighs hidden beneath the blankets.

While you feel Ran resuming his attack on your skin purposely in the process of another hickey you miss his hand only to feel something rubbing against your folds before parting them and stroking your bud. Electricity makes you pant and break from the stoic trance. “Fuck!”

Ran grins at the hiss leaving your throat and shifts his hands so that they are momentarily removed from your cunt only to grab you by the hips and use your distraction to pull you below him with force. Immediately his left hand resumes position while he grabs you hip with the other. Finally opening your eyes you see glee and lust in his lavender orbs. The long lashes bend as his eyes drip using the momentarily stupor to graze his lips against your mouth.

“Just go away” you try wiggling from his hold frustrated and aroused. Idily Ran only hums watching you with lidded eyes as his slender fingers fuck you at a lazy pace and yet deep enough to shorten your breaths into gasps. “Nah we are not done playing yet”

“What the - Ah - f fuck Ran.” Your complaints drown in a moan as he inserts a third long digit into your core harshly the right hand pinching the tender flesh on the insides of your thighs.

“Sorry what ?” The smile on the elder Haitani is angelic and demonic all the same.

“I-i am done -fa-ah- playing!” You huff using all your willpower to suppress another moan as one of Rans digits hits your most sensitive spot only to have your body betray you as your cunt clenches painfully.

Unimpressed a pale eye brow quirks in cold amusement.

His voice no more than a silken purr Ran grins csnnies flashing “But I want to play with you ”

Before you can huff another protest in response his mouth roughly captures your own and the way his fingers curl in your heat lets you know that leaving the bed won't be an option any time soon.

#haitani ran #tokyo revengers headcanons #tokyo revengers #bonten #ran haitani #ran haitani x reader #haitani ran x reader #ran x you #drabble #ken wakui #rindou haitani #ran haitani imagines #ran haitani scenarios

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gleedrabbleblog · 1 year

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Happy New Year! This week's word is...cold!

Don't forget to tag @gleedrabbleblog when you post! Thank you to everyone who participated last year as we kicked this blog off! I'm excited to spend the new year with you creating more wonderful stories! Happy creating!

#gleedrabbleblog #glee #glee fanfiction #glee word prompt #glee drabble prompt #glee drabble #glee fandom event #glee fandom challenge #cold #week 20

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cerriddwenluna · 2 years

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Week 3 of the @gleedrabbleblog!

This week's prompt: Week

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'Just one more week', he thought. 'Seven days. And then I'm outta here'.

Growing up, he never imagined he would end up like this. Sure, he was always a little rough around the edges, maybe a little too quick with his fists at times. But he never actually intended to become a criminal. He never thought, 'Hey, you know what would be a good idea? Robbing an atm!'

But then his mom got sick, and his sister needed shoes. So maybe he was a criminal after all. But nobody could say that the Puckster didn't take care of his family.

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I hadn't given much thought before to Pucks mindset while in juvie, so this was an interesting excursion. I don't remember if they ever gave a good reason for why he robbed the atm, but I have a hard time imagining canon Puck just randomly doing something like that without a (at least to him) good reason ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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klaineadvent · 5 months

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Hello Everyone!

This is a long one, so apologies in advance!

You may notice the Klaine Advent looking a little different this year! As noted in an earlier post, we’re rebranding to the December Klaine Fanworks Challenge!

There are a handful of reasons we’re doing this, but hopefully this little refresh will get people excited about participating all the way to the end. For consistency this year this event will remain attached to the Klaine Advent blog, and we’ll determine after the event whether we need to change that in the future.

So, how are things changing?

There will be still be a daily word (yay!), these are chosen via a random word generator, and are NOT themed in any way. These words will post on this blog every day around 6 am Eastern Standard TIme.

That said! Since it is December, and Glee comes with a Christmas episode every year, and Klaine do have a Christmas duet tradition (more years than not anyway…) we will also be posting a weekly theme! These will be holiday flavored, and we are kicking off this inaugural event with the theme of Christmas Songs. Each weekly themed post will highlight a different song and some selected lyrics.

On to the details!

The Dates. December 1 - December 21

The Words. Every day around 6am, US Eastern Standard Time, a fresh new word will pop out of the queue. This year the words are not alphabetical, and were chosen by a random word generator. The wonderful @caramelcoffeeaddict did all of the artwork again this year!

How to participate. Anyone can contribute, no need to sign up! There will be a single word prompt post each day for 21 days (December 1-21), and a holiday themed post every Friday beginning December 1, with the final themed post dropping December 22. You can write a drabble (or a sentence or a novel, if you like), create an art piece, make fresh gifs based on the prompt - whatever inspires you! This year the tag will be: “december klaine challenge 2023” and please tag with the word of the day so volunteers can ID the posts they need to reblog (please please please make sure all of your contributions are tagged so we can find them!).

Contribute however works best for you. You can do something every day, every 4th day, once a week, altogether at the end, whatever works for you and your schedule. Use all the prompts or pick and choose what speaks to you. Set your own challenges. The only requirements for the Challenge are that it be Klaine centered, and that it references or uses one the word (or theme) prompt in some way.

Volunteers will be reblogging fics to the @todaydreambelieversfic blog, so you can always go scroll the blog to find the latest entries. Of course everyone (especially the authors!) would be delighted if people reblogged to their own blog - the more people who reblog something the wider the potential viewing audience. We want to encourage everyone to reblog as many fics as they like all throughout the month!!

Partnership. This year again we’ll be partnering with @todaydreambelieversfic. Authors and other creators for Klaine Advent who would like an additional place to promote their works are welcome to join as members. Just send a private message to @todaydreambelieversfic with your email address and they’ll add you to the blog membership.

Archive of Our Own. We have created a collection on AO3 for those people who don’t post to tumblr, and where those folks who do post to tumblr can share their advent works if you like! The collection will be up this weekend and I'll make another post when that's rolling.

Want to Volunteer? We can always use people to help with the daily reblogs! If you can spare one or two days please signup here!!

“But what if I don’t write or make art and don’t have time to volunteer?” You are the most important person in the Advent!! Read the fics, look at the art, let the authors and artists know how much you appreciate their work by reblogging and commenting and liking and all those things creators like. Nothing helps a writer or artist losing steam get motivated more than a nice comment from someone.

I think that covers everything, so if you have any questions or there’s something that’s not clear, please ask!

Happy Writing!!

@slayediest

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lxm-memories · 2 years

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"its your turn to do the dishes" prompt with luca?👁️👁️

lxm-memories' 500 followers event drabble

✧ luca kaneshiro x gn!reader

✧ prompts: “It’s your turn to do the dishes.” “Let’s get a divorce.” “We aren’t married yet, my love” “well we sure as hell aren’t getting married now.”

✧ a/n: ngl seeing this prompt with luca was the last thing i expected, hope you enjoy this though !!

Luca liked to keep his surroundings clean. Whether that be at his desktop, his office, his home or the numerous bloody scenes where things didn't go his well. His number one priority after every work done was to clean. Things went a lot smoother when things were clean after all, whether that be no one knowing it was his mafia gang that did this, or you tripping over your own belongings for being lazy.

He doesn't enjoy cleaning though, but if he wants to keep things clean and have a bit of joy in life, then cleaning is necessary. And the mafia boss doesn't mind cleaning around your shared apartment, And luckily for him, you didn't mind either, for the most part.

You see, with Luca cleaning the moment he can because his body can't seem to stay still for even a minute, you rarely have to clean. Your lover after all wakes up earlier than you, and by the time you're awake the house doesn't need to be cleaned, and when he heads to bed at night, he already makes sure that everything is cleaned before he goes to sleep.

You hardly need to do anything.

So you almost don't, only cleaning when you notice something before Luca does.

But as lovely as Luca is, everyone around him is still aware he's a menace. A little brat at heart. So while you do clean, he has noticed there's one duty you always forego not doing.

And that is cleaning the dishes. And Luca has a keen eye, he has noticed that you avoid cleaning the dishes until he does it, focusing instead on cleaning every nook and cranny of the apartment instead.

So like the adorable menace he is, he walks over to the couch where you're sitting after greeting every guest goodbye. Wrapping his arms around you from behind as he leans down to give you a kiss on the cheek. "You tired yet, babe?" he asks, to which your response is a shake of the head.

"Nope, just taking a small break before tidying everything up, I still can't believe Mysta almost broke the chandelier," you laugh, remembering the events of the evening, which makes Luca chuckle as well. "That's great, because you know babe," he starts, leaning in close to your ear as you hum, "It's your turn to do the dishes."

And that's when you tense, turning your head to stare at Luca with a look of disbelief, "We never assigned cleaning duties?" you wonder, Luca only tilting his head cutely to the side, "I just decided to, and since I clean the most in the house, I decided you're taking the dishes for tonight!" he replies with a grin, and he's greeted with the most deadpanned look you can give at the moment.

"Let's get a divorce," and at that Luca lets out his melodic laugh, a laugh you love to hear on every other occasion, but not when it's directed at you. "We aren't married yet, my love," he teases back, arms slipping under your shoulders and on your waist to hoist you away from the couch and onto his shoulders, the shriek you let out only making the blonde laugh even more in glee. "Well we sure as hell aren't getting married now!" you scream, kicking your legs around. "Put me down! Luca!" you screech, flailing your arms around but your lover hardly seems affected, only putting you down when you're right by the sink that's filled with dirty cups and dishes, "Have fun, babe!" Luca tells you with a smile, leaning down to give you a kiss before running off to tidy up the living room.

#luxiem #luxiem x reader #luxiem imagines #nijisanji #nijisanji en #nijisanji x reader #luca kaneshiro #luca kaneshiro x reader #[[ lxm memories 500 event !! ]]

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