#i jus wanted to post something for 1k

[meowpupp]

as a thank you for hitting 1k followers, and an apology for my absence, I would like to share my take on poly!141.

poly141! x recruit!reader. 1.5k words. mentions of sex, although no smut. yet.

you're a sweet little thing. smart as a whip, nerdy, and confident. having spent most of your post highschool graduate years studying, youve acquired numerous impressive qualifications. while most people your age in university were out partying, getting blind drunk, hooking up, you were studying.

a tech genius. that's what laswell had sold you as to price. he had been hesitant to allow any new members at all, especially ones so young. and yet, taskforce 141 sees two new additions. the newest little tech genius who's climbing quickly through the ranks, and another soldier. someone by the name of roach.

at first, you weren't amused. as a woman in the military, your life was already difficult enough. being assigned to an all male taskforce felt like your worst nightmare. but after some convincing from laswell, and realizing this would be the fastest way to make a name for yourself, you sign the papers.

your first week is smooth, albeit awkward. you and the other new recruit, roach, get along fairly well. he's funny, a little dorky, but obviously skilled. he isn't as intimidating as the others, being almost as young as you. you find yourself gravitating to him often, often staying up late together, eating meals together, and even training together. you make quick friends.

and so, it's only natural that you both end up becoming… closer. late night talks turn into makeouts, and makeouts turn into grinding. it's somewhat clumsy however… as if the two of you can quite place the power dynamics.

the others, however, are much more of a challenge to get along with. you're cautious, aware these men have been in this business much longer than you. the four of them- price, ghost, gaz, and soap- are a power unit. it takes weeks for you to find your place within the team.

price tries to be welcoming, although it doesn't quite work. there's this sense of authority and power around him that makes you feel small, almost submissive. his gruff voice sends shivers down your spine each time he speaks over comms, panties growing wet each time he gives you a direct order.

it's almost as if he knows, whispering your name rather than your military nickname. his voice sounds almost seductive. it makes you feel like a pervert, imagining him growling in your ear each time you get off.

price has a way of always remaining in control and not just with you. the power dynamics within the task force are subtle yet well established. there seems to be a chain of command that follows their ranks. price on top, then ghost, then gaz and soap. you notice how they all drop casual innuendos, their affection for each other, corssing over the boundary of just friendliness.

ghost barely looks, let alone, speaks to you for the first month. you're unsure if he even likes you. on the field, he's sharp and alert. you occasionally hear him share banter with the others, but never feel brave enough to join in. the man is intimidating, almost three times your size, a quiet sort of confidence and dominance that follows him around. he's the one you train with most often.

ghost is ruthless. he slams you into the matt, somehow always ending up between your thighs, his big hands holding them apart and pinning you down. you can't help but memorise the sight. your Lieutenant, panting, slightly sweat as he holding you in such a lewd position, glaring down at you.

it's your favourite fantasy to think about late at night as you touch yourself, unaware that the walls are so thin that ghost himself hears you whimper his name. he strokes himself in time with the slick noises of your cunt, imagining how desperate you must look.

gaz isn't intimidating, per say. he isn't distant like ghost or unapproachable like price. the man has such a casual confidence and arrogance around him. he's the first to speak to you, ask you about yourself. throughout your career, you've met many military soldiers. most the men fit into two categories, misogynistic dicks who don't believe you have a place within the ranks, or disgusting perverts who want a quick fuck (most of them have wives, even kids.) but gaz is refreshing. he fits into neither.

he often starts conversations with you. asking questions and truly listening as you speak. little do you know he records each one, saving them for when he's alone late at night. something about the way you speak, your tone, the quiet rasp or accent, it makes him stupidly hard. he's not above recording you while you workout, standing just close enough to capture each huff and grunt as you lift. it's those recordings that get him off the quickest, wondering how whiny youd sound if he held a vibrator to your clit, didnt let up until you were crying and covered in slick.

and soap. the man is difficult for you to read. your first impression is that he's one of those men who fit into the ‘misogynistic asshole’ category. apart from your initial meeting, he practically ignores you.

you can tell its not deliberate. he just seems more immersed in the natural, pre-established dynamic of the taskforce. the one that doesn't include you. it takes a while, but after a month or two, your interactions become more common.

he turns out to be very respectful- even helpful. due to your background in tech, you skipped a few ranks when you joined. soap helps you in the shooting range. standing behind you, body pressing into yours from behind, correcting your posture before you fire.

you even create games with each other. he gives you little quizzes. theyre normally about gun components, military jargon, or even field upgrades. with each quiz he promises a ‘reward.’

its embarrassing whenever you blush and grow wet when he says it. the rough growl of his voice, combined with the accent he has, all makes you dizzy. you don't even notice how he plays it up, practically purring out the word, smirking as you squirm, making sure to graze his fingertips over your hot skin.

it's obvious that after a month or two, that roach is significantly more acclimated than you. it feels unfair. your relationship with each member is steadily growing, yet something about how roach interacts with them is so different. it's like you're missing a puzzle piece.

it isn't until one night when you're venting your frustration that roach reveals the reason he's clicked with them so quickly.

“It's like an initiation,” he smirks, eyes flicking away from you, “think of it kind of like…. hazing.” his eyes are almost predatory as he meets yours again, so unlike the goofy persona he usually has, “if you like, I could speak to price. they have started to discuss inviting you in.”

it's as if everything made sense now. it wasn't your fault. it was another case of discrimination, you being left out because you didn't fit into their stupid boys club.

ever since that conversation with roach, you have become frustrated, irritable, and short with them all. you fulfilled all your required tasks but refused to engage with them any further. denying invites to the pub, ignoring gaz when he tried to speak, training alone, no longer asking soap for help.

after about a week of this, price calls you to his office.

a sick sense of unease and anxiety settles in your gut. the man is so intimidating, and this surely wasn't a positive meeting. you've never been in a position like this. all throughout school, you were a grade A student, and within your years in the military, you've always maintained basic respect and politeness. you've never been in trouble with a CO.

when you step into his office, however, all your expectations are subverted. price sits at his desk, smoking a cigar. roach leans against it next to him. the two of them are speaking lowly.

price notices you first. his eyes carry an emotion you haven't seen before. lust. he's staring at you as if you're some sort of prey. with a smirk, he blows out a large puff of smoke. it curls around him, only making him more intimidating.

“if you were feeling excluded, sweetheart, you should've made me aware.” he leans back in his chair. suddenly, the room feels so small, your body getting hot, “id be more than happy to include you.”

roach walks towards you, guiding you further into the office. he doesn't let you sit, however, instead standing behind you, hands groping your hips. his fingertips slip under your shirt, brushing the sensitive skin of your stomach.

he kisses your neck, “price wants to see how pretty you are,” his hands slide further up, taking your shirt off, “let's give him a show, yeah?”

cont.

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[ze0re]

Can you do chubby reader x toji who loves to workout

·˚ ༘ 𝑰𝒏𝒇𝒐 ➪ fluff, small smutty activity’s, body worship, gymrat!toji, chubby!reader, black!reader

༉‧₊˚. 𝑺𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔 toji is a gym rat. he loves working out but It upsets you because he never spends time with you. you wanna scold him, but end up getting distracted and he apologizes In a different way.

ミ★ 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆. hello my loves! jus wanted to say, I am so grateful for all the loyal supporters and love I’ve been getting and wanted to announce were so close to 1k followers! once we do manage to get to the goal I wanna do something special for you all. I want to do a little give away type thing. I’ll make a post following up on what It Is but other than that I hope you guys enjoy the story!

❝ 𝑮𝒀𝑴 𝑹𝑨𝑻 ❞ －𝑻𝑶𝑱𝑰 𝑭𝑼𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑮𝑼𝑹𝑶. 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕

₊˚ෆ 𝑻𝒐𝒋𝒊 - toji was an absolute gym rat. he loved working out, day and night he was always In the gym doing his work out routines, you would get lucky enough If you see him on the couch one day eating chips scrolling through his phone but other than that he's always In the gym. you do scold him every chance you get when you see him but you can never stay too mad at him considering he would always distract you by flexing his chest. It was 7:15pm, normal time you would start cooking dinner but you still haven't seen toji all day, since 12 this afternoon matter a fact. you haven't spent not one time with him. he told you before 3 he would be back to the bedroom to lay with you since It's your day off from work but you've been by yourself ever since, you barley get to see him considering your packed work schedule  and his. you huffed pulling the blankets off your body walking out the shared room to go down to the gym. when you walked past by the gym, you could see him doing sit ups with his headphones on, back full of sweat as they flexed every sit up he did. you would say you had forgotten all about scolding him.

normally you would go off on him for always working out and making promises he never keeps but this time you stayed quiet and watched him. the small grunts and groans that left his lips every sit up made you bite your lip. the way his hair stuck to the back of his neck as his muscles twitched and flexed— fucking hell! could you blame yourself though? you had a hot boyfriend who has everything perfect about him. his back, his abs, his arms, his face.. how did you bag him? you always asked yourself why toji decided to go for you Instead of some other girl. but when you confessed to him and asked why he picked you, his answer had shocked you. from glances you would honestly think toji's type Is a skinny, long haired chick but In reality his type were bigger chubby girls, when he told you, you didnt buy It and thought he was messing with you till he had that look on his face. the look that tells you he's telling the truth. your eyes started to trail up to his bare arms watching as they flexed.

toji must've felt a presence behind him by the way he stopped his set, taking his headphones off turning his head over his shoulder to see you leaning against the frame. he clicked his tongue spotting you staring at him and the outfit you were wearing. It was an outfit he had bought for you on your birthday, which was only to be worn In the bedroom for his eyes only just In case company came over but obviously not. by the looks of It, It seemed you were trying to tease him but In reality you decided to wear It because It was the first thing you saw, and you thought he was going to be In the bed but he wasn't. so you didn't bother to change not thinking much into It till toji got up from his sitting position walking towards where you were with a grin on his face, your eyes followed each step of the way, keeping your focus on his with arms crossed. even If he has you distracted right now doesn't mean you forgot.

toji could know he did something to upset you by the small pout on your face as you looked at him. he tilted his head with a mocking pout of his own, "why you so pouty, hm?." he asked with a hand grabbing your jaw tilting your head a bit, you rolled your eyes scoffing. "you know why." he did but he wanted you to say It, toji shrugged his shoulders shaking his head. "I don't If you don't tell me sweetheart." cock sucker. you huffed. "why didn't you come up like you said you were?." he only shrugged, with a grin. "don' know." he wasn't really paying attention to what you were saying and only focusing on the night gown you had, he knows he messed up by not fulfilling his promise but right now he couldn't help but just stare and get lost Into his own little world.

you could see that he was staring at you, feeling slightly nervous under his stare. was It the outfit you were wearing? was It your stomach showing? so many questions went through your head as to why he was looking at you, maybe he's trying to throw me off. you furrowed your eyesbrows, "don't think you can-!" you went to question It but got interrupted by your gasp feeling him lift you, your heart started to pound against your chest, placing your hands on his shoulders as he took you somewhere, "toji! I wasn't done talking!." he didn't even mind your complaining as he kept walking to the shared room, pecking at your shoulder, squeezing your thighs. "be quiet." this man gave no shit about what you complain about, honestly he didn't even pay attention to you hitting his back to make him out you down. he only kept walking.

toji pecked and nibbled at your shoulder leaving small marks on your skin, opening the door with his foot, laying you on top of the bed towering over you trailing his eyes down the night gown you had on. the strap on your shoulder came lose slightly exposing your breast as you looked confused under him. fuck. you looked so cute, "so..fucking cute." he mumbled to himself leaning down towards your face to peck your shoulder trailing up to your neck then your lips kissing you rough. your eyes went wide but started to close leaning Into the kiss with a small moan, you were getting lost Into his mouth till you realized he was winning!. you grumbled pushing him back, hearing an annoyed sigh. "I'm not done with you yet." you said with a stern look, he rolled his eyes not paying any mind leaving down to kiss your neck, trailing across your t-bone to your breast, kissing down your stomach hearing your breathes go unsteady, you clenched the bed sheets feeling your pussy clench each peck he gave your stomach, "go on." you gulped down a giant lump In your throat clearing your throat.

you tried to talk but only gasps came from your mouth feeling his finger press against you, he raised a brow with a hum. "quiet now, hm?" you didn't answer. you could only focus on his lips that's were placed on your stomach, he always loved kissing your stomach. leaving his marks on them, groaning each time he would. he chuckled hearing your breathes Increase trailing your hand to his hair, raking your nails through his scalp. "why don't I apologize In another way? would you forgive me then?." he chuckled but groaned feeling you pull his hair staring at him with a glare.

"jus fuck me already."

#⋆·˚ ༘ * 𝒁𝒆𝒓𝒐 ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒔: 𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒔 !¡ ✫彡 #black reader #{ 🖋️} writings #anime x black!reader #anime x reader #fluff #smut #jjk x black reader #toji fushigro x reader #toji x black reader #toji x reader #toji x you #jujustu kaisen #chubby reader #chubby black reader

[wangxianficfinder]

In the mood for...

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1. Hello lovely mods! Itmf fics where there is an OC or just another mdzs character with a crush on WWX or lwj. Someone jealous of their significant other or just plain trying to flirt with one of them. But the pairing should be strict wwx/lwj throughout ofcourse. Thank you!

Su She Eats his Heart Out by KizuKatana (T, 16k, wangxian, modern, Guest-starring the belated but incendiary sexual awakening of LWJ, 3rd person pov, SS is hyperfixated on LWJ, LWJ does his best to pretend SS doesn't exist, WWX isn't even pretending he really doesn't notice SS exists, MM exists and is awesome, implied offscreen wangxian sex)

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2. Hello! Thank you for all the work you do in finding and recommending fics!! Presently, I am in the mood for Twin Prides of Yunmeng fics (although specifically ones where Jiang Yanli is still alive, so I suppose I should say Yunmeng Trio to be more accurate) protecting each other and being siblings, or fics that pertain to JC, JY, and WWX trying to protect and support each other from Jiang Fengmian and Yi Ziyuan’s A+ Parenting. Once again thank you so much and I hope you have a wonderful day!!

Lynchpin by ShanaStoryteller (Not Rated, 103k, WangXian, JC & WWX, Time Travel, Fix-It, Lynchpin [PODFIC] by Opalsong, [PODFIC] Lynchpin by Gwogobo)

The worth of a life with no regrets by SnowdropsAndDreams (Not Rated, 21k, WIP, WangXian, Time Travel Fix-It, Canon Divergence, Self-Indulgent, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Twin Prides of Yúnmèng Feels, Twin Prides of Yúnmèng Dynamics, Yúnmèng Siblings Feels, JC & WWX Reconciliation, Post-Canon Fix-It)

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3. good morning and hope you're having a kickass sunday.i was wondering if you bestowe upon this lowly one your magic of "Rec-Finding". A) any type of meaningful apology to Wèi Yīng, after the truth comes out. like something substantial. especially (if not exclusively) w LXC. he victim plamed WWX and im not satisfied w the novel on that part (yay fanfics). I jus don't want to be immediate forgiveness. like i want a time skip that LXC is still being given a cold shoulder. tbc

hi again (rorro im verbose). B) do you have any recs Lan Zhan is more vocal to others, a public scolding of sorts, about Wèi Yīng's sacrifices and plight. but non of out of context self deprivation attitude that does more harm than anyway. ty for your patience. @masticateme

拨云见日 by RoseThorne (G, 1k, WangXian, Justice, Anger, Sect Leader Yáo Bashing, Cultivation Discussion Conferences, Restitution, Self-Indulgent, POV Third Person, POV WWX, Post-Canon) might count

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4. itmf fics where jzx and jyl are alive! I just want things with lots of family feels, like jl getting the support he needs from his parents and wwx and jc having their sis. or maybe fics where jzx actually gets to be the jin sect leader and can make these good changes to the sect. thanks in advance!

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5. could i ask for people's fave wangxian/gen cold read podfics? i adore and appreciate edited podfics obviously, but i was introduced to danmei through a twitch streamer's read-alongs where him stopping and laughing and discussing were a FEATURE ❤️ (also it kinda makes me feel better about having to redo sentences agshdjf) im fine with explicit podfics (but i do prefer canon dynamics if so) many thanks ❤️❤️ oh just to add to the cold read itmf- ive gone through a lot of kisahawklin's lovely work, which occasionally feature one of my fave things (not being able to finish a sentence due to losing it laughing)

[Podfic] Clarity (cold read) by flamingwell (G, 1-1.5 H, wangxian, Canon Divergence, past/present time switches occur throughout the fic, Podfic, Audio Format: MP3, Audio Format: Streaming)

I rec the podficer Dangercupcake! Specifically her podfics of Love, in fire and blood, and Please don't let me be misunderstood! She also does metas and linguistic podcasts/fics that are pretty cool!

podfic of "love, in fire and blood" by cicer by dangercupcake (M, 20h+, WangXian, Audio Format: Streaming, Audio Format: MP3, Canon Divergence, Slow Burn, Arranged Marriage, Politics, trans reader (podfic), cold read (podfic), no editing (podfic))

Podfic of "please don't let me be misunderstood" by sysrae by dangercupcake (Not Rated, 20-30M, WangXian, Modern AU, College/University, Past Child Abuse, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Car Accidents, Audio Format: Streaming, Audio Format: MP3, cold read (podfic))

[Podfic] Cold read of "a light hidden and singing" by occultings (microcomets) by KeriArentikai (E, 5-6h, WangXian, Arranged Marriage, Canon Era, Mutual Pining, Slow Burn, brief family abuse, mentions of wangxian's canonical kinks, Misunderstandings, Blood and Injury, Rimming, Outdoor Sex, Blow Jobs, Anal Sex, First Time, Miscommunication, Canon Divergence, Happy Ending, cold read podfic, unedited podfic, Getting Together) I haven't listened yet but enjoyed the fic

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6. Hiii I'm itmf a fic where wwx is reincarnated as a female plz

The Housewife's Guide to Causing Chaos by dvasva (M, 123k, wangxian, QS & WWX, NHS & WWX, WWX & LSZ & LWJ, canon divergence, Canon-Typical Violence, Functionally Trans Character, Mild Sexual Content, Domestic Fluff, Love Confessions, Transphobia, Good Parents LWJ & WWX, Pining, WWX is a Tease, Grief/Mourning, Body Dysphoria, Fake Marriage, Canonical Character Death, Misunderstandings, Doting LWJ, Arranged Marriage, lying to your family about your demonic boyfriend taking over your wifes body for fun and pleasure, WWX is not in Mo Xuanyu's body, Misgendering, Mild Angst, Assumptions, Comedic Elements, non-sexual nudity, Blood, Discussion of Various Bodily Functions, Cloud Recesses Shenanigans, 4 years of mourning instead of 13, The Juniors start a conspiracy board, POV Multiple, Corporal Punishment, Trans WWX, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, pregnancy mention, Warning: JGS, Sexual Harassment, Threats, WIP)

patching the road with vague intentions by loosingletters (T, 18k, WIP, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Humor, Developing Friendships, WWX Resurrected By Others, Trans WWX, Case Fic, POV WWX, POV LQR, Family, Good Uncle LQR, Hurt/Comfort, Golden Core Reveal, Slow Burn, Canon-Typical Violence, MXY Lives)

Plans fly out the window by English is my death (Lena013) (T, <1k, JGY/QS, JGY/WWX, LWJ & WWX, JC & WWX, reincarnation, canon divergence, QS does the ritual, YLLZ WWX, impersonation)

To Deserve So Much More by renysen (T, 19k, wangxian, getting together, one big happy family, no angst, getting engaged, family feels, female bodied WWX)

So You Want to Start a War by JaenysBloodcourt (T, 41k, WIP, MY/QS, MY/WWX, WangXian, Reincarnation, Half-Sibling Incest Mention!, QS does the ritual instead of MXY, WWX as a woman, MY Is His Own Warning, Canon Divergence, Impersonation, Additional Warnings In Author's Note, Please check the notes before reading a chapter, Timeline What Timeline, WWX Has PTSD)

❤️ Beauty and the Boot by PTchan (T, 44k, wangxian, summoned by f!oc, Canon Divergence, Romantic Comedy, Genderbending, Denial, Fem!WWX, WangXian kids, Crack-ish, WIP)

Femme Fatale by coffeepie (E, 59k, WIP, WWX/WC, WWX/WZ, WWX/WRH, WWX/JGS, Porn, Smut, Possession, Crack Treated Seriously, Humor, Time Travel Fix-It, Penis In Vagina Sex, Anal Sex, Masturbation, Aphrodisiacs, Rough Sex, Minor WangXian, Canon Divergence, Oral Sex, Pre-Sunshot Campaign, Strangulation, Object Insertion, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Blood and Injury)

No Matter What You Are by LilyFaraday (M, 77k, WIP, WangXian, Female WWX, Genderbending, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, Marriage of Convenience)

In Sickness and In Health (And In Strange and Unexpected Times Too) by purplemonster (E, 28k, WangXian, Fem! WWX, Mpreg, well technically not mpreg since he's a woman, Fluff and Smut)

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7. Hi for the next in the mood for are there any good dark Wei Wuxian fics?? I always see dark LWJ but dark WWX seems so cool too @iyo-luv

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8. Hello. I hope y’all are well. Thank you for what you do. 💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜 i was wonderinf if you can recommend fics where The Untamed Wei Ying and Lan Zhan meet MDZS Lan Zhan and Wei Ying. Please and thank you.

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9. Hello ! Do you know any fics where the swords manifest as real people?

Intervention of Spirits by Vrishchika (T, 4k, WangXian, Pre-Relationship, Canon Divergence, Golden Core Reveal, WWX Has a New Golden Core)

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10. Hi I'm itmf angst, can you please recommend fics where wwx just breaks / snaps and people are there to see it/ react to it ? ( could be characters watching memories , and it has that scene) thxx

Enough! by Jeeny271196 (Not Rated, 12k, WangXian, Gūsū Lán Sect Bashing, Jiāng Family Bashing, JC Bashing, LXC Bashing, BAMF WWX, Cultivation Sect Politics)

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11. Hi, I have been reading this completely amazing fics that are inspired by The Great British Bake Off, like "on your marks, get set, bake!" by BlackWiresOnHerHead and "don't threaten me with a good time" by livinginaworldofnoise, they are so fun and entertaining!! I wonder if there are more stories that deal with baking and cooking competitions. I have read the ones in the Reality TV compilation so anything else will be totally welcomed!! Thank you!! Be well!! :) @monicaop21

The Great Chinese Cook-Off by aubreyli, cafecliche, etymologyplayground, mme_anxious (G, 20k, WIP, WangXian, Modern AU, The Great British Bake Off Fusion, sort of; it's more of a cooking show, because most Chinese people use their ovens for pot/pan storage, Collaboration, Screenplay/Script Format, Humor, Baking, Cooking, Stress)

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12. ITMF Wei Wuxian best uncle to Jin Ling? Anything we get to see their relationship. It can be of any kind but it'd be nice to give it extra attention if JL doesn't agree with JC's treatment towards WWX! But anything goes really. You're doing amazing work, thank you!

hills and rivers by LtLJ (T, 56k, wangxian, Post-Canon, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, Domestic Fluff, Family Feels, Canon-Typical Violence, the family that hunts demons together stays together, and doesn't murder each other, Case Fic, BAMF WWX, Mojo's post)

Rotten Work by ShanaStoryteller (Not Rated, 63k, WangXian, WWX & JL, Post-Canon, Protective WWX, Protective JL, Yunmeng Bros Reconciliation, Reluctant Matchmaker JL)

component parts by perfectlyrose (G, 1k, JL & WWX, minor wangxian, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Comfort/Angst, Really it's angst but make it healing, Minor JYL/JZX, Family, Family Bonding, Family Feels, A couple of orphans figuring out family, and the legacy of parents)

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13. Hi, For the next itmf -any good fics where everything as in classic timeframe, Sects exist, pining exists, cultivation ethics problems exist, but no Jiangs in the picture. At all

Thank you! @best-before-end

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14. ITMF: A) serenity. I want fics that give serene atmosphere or feelings. Like

(ID: gif of waves gently moving on a beach)

B) fics which have beach in canon era. Or wx / wwx traveling to Ocean/beach place @whateverweilanlovechild

14A)

Of Winter Coats and Snowball Fights by Iggysassou (T, 2k, WangXian, Mentioned WN, Post-Canon, Married Couple, Fluff)

it's your soul by syriala (G, 3k, WangXian, Misunderstandings, Hurt/Comfort, Mutual Pining, Getting Together, Fluff)

suddenly knowing you’re home by RavenclawLoki (T, 1k, WangXian, Fluff, head empty, no thoughts, only wangxian being married, Sleepy Cuddles, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, No Plot/Plotless, Post-Canon, Everything is Beautiful and Nothing Hurts)

14B)

Linger by the Door (I've Always Been Yours) by piecrust (T, 78k, wangxian, canon compliant, slow burn)

Judge Softly by Chrononautical (E, 32k, wangxian, LSZ & WWX, LXC & LWJ, LQR & LXC, LQR & WWX, Various OCs, Accidental Voyeurism, Masturbation, Non-Consensual Mind Reading, Oblivious WWX, WWX Has Self-Worth Issues, BAMF Wwx, Genius WWX, sex makes WWX stupid, LQR Tries, It may be more accurate to say LQR learns to try, Suffering LQR, Post-Canon Fix-It, Ghosts, Angst with a Happy Ending, Gūsū Lán Forehead Ribbon, Teacher LQR, Mutual Pining, Longing, Playful Sex, Use Your Words, Canon-Typical Violence, Switching, Virgin WWX, Love Confessions)

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15. For ITMF, are there any fics where LSZ's time in the Burial Mounds had some effect on him, whether he remembers his time there or not? Whether it's supernatural abilities (like in LSZ Sees Dead People), or being good at 'inventing' things (cause he saw them on WWX's worktable), or random healing knowledge from overhearing WQ lecturing WWX, even if he no longer remembers where he picked up any of that stuff. @thispatternismine

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16. Thank you for all your work!

Itmf fics which actively calls into question Lan Qiren's bias and lax adherence to the lan rules. I want a confrontation or am active argument not just a character thinking about it or speaking about it to someone else. Basically, Lan Qiren gets called out fic. Extra kudos if it's during the cloud recess study arc. Love

Going on charmingly by scribbet (T, 21k, WangXian, Teenage LWJ, Cloud Recesses Shenanigans, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, WWX is BSSR's Disciple, Genius WWX, Petty LWJ, Meddling LXC, Canon Divergence, JFM Doesn't Adopt WWX, Technically pre-relationship, POV LWJ)

Admonishment by bookwyrmling (T, 6k, LQR & WWX, Canon Divergence, Fix-It of Sorts, Teacher LQR, Student WWX, POV LQR, Mixed Canon, Gūsū Lán Sect Positive, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, Burial Mounds Settlement Days, Golden Core Reveal)

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17. Hey, thanks for your work as always! I'm sure it has been done before but I couldn't find it and ITMF political intrigue fics! Extra points for fake relationships, scheming bastard coalitions, crossdressing your way to love and happiness or any of those things ☺️.

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[moonbcrry]

𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯

ok ok ok but now i imagine this with sirius ^°^ and I'M IN LOVE

THIS POST CONTAINS +18 CONTENT, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT OR YOU WILL BE BLOCKED

tw: outdoor sex (they're in a private place like a manor style), fem!reader with long hair(not specified how long but like longer than shoulder-length ig), unprotected sex, corruption kink(?) kinda not really lmao, mentions of food, not proofread, lmk if i have missed any.

wc: 1k

A/N: this turned out to be a very interesting thing than i imagined, i really have no idea what this is. i just want to fuck him silly, sorry not sorry.

⭒⋆reblogs and comments are highly appreciated⋆⭒

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placing cute little wildflowers in his hair, yellow, lilac, red and blue as he sleeps next to you. his nose scrunches a little when your hair touches his face because you're literally hovering above him to put those flowers in his hair. he is heaven like this. with flowers in his dark, silk hair, with the white linen loose shirt he's wearing, with his eyes closed shut due to the sun wanting to see his eyes. you want to see them too but, he's heaven like this.

the sound of your phone and your quiet curse afterwards wakes him. he looks at you dumbfounded, you flash a dumber grin. “was jus' taking a picture of you.”

your grin echoes on his lips, turning into a pout right after, asking a kiss. he's all cosy and melted under the afternoon sun, he can't find the strength to pull you on himself.

he tastes rosemary wine in your giggle smeared kiss. tastes the cinnamon pie that you bought from the new bakery in the town on your tongue. a calloused hand pulls you closer as if that was possible and his teeth captures your bottom lip, pulling it ever harder to tease you, to earn a sound from your pretty mouth.

and he gets what he wants, as you throw your leg over his hips, start to run your hands on his partly clothed, partly bare chest. your fingers trace the inked paths they had memorised over and over then move to the buttoned part of his shirt, getting annoyed by every piece of clothing that stands between you and sirius. an eager whine rips your throat, his free hand finds your ass and gropes it vigorously despite how sleepy he is that you are scared he might rip your new sundress. you guide his hands under your dress while he laughs at your action, mumbling something like I'd buy you again but they muffle on your neck, gets lost between the new lovebites forming there.

you want to stay like this, making out lazily as the afternoon breeze lightens the heat of the day, but the heat growing between your legs doesn't care.  you whine louder, grinding your hips to his. “can i fuck you like this?” he chokes on his breath to your honesty but quick to recover himself as he looks up to you. “please,” you beg, nudging your nose with his, your lips chasing his bright pink ones.

“someone's needy.” he pecks a kiss from your open mouth between his chuckles. he’s still drowsy, you can tell it by his half closed eyes, hoarse voice. and if you couldn’t his not-hard-rock cock would’ve told you that. 

“the fuck?” 

“don’t touch ‘em!” you slap his hands at the time he tugs at one of the flowers in his hair, brows furrowed in confusion as he notices there are more in his hair. 

“and why is that?” the power of his voice on you is so much that it makes your brain go fuzzy and melt into his touch. 

“told you already.” you mumble, fiddling with the chain on his neck, looking into his eyes and wanting nothing but to hear it from his lips. 

and he is sirius black, of course he knows what you want. his thumb caresses the sides of your thighs and an atrocious grin splits his face into two, he leans to your ear, his hot breath tickles your neck. “you wanna fuck me like this?” it sounds more like an offer than a confirmation. you nod bashfully, letting your hips grind back and forth on his crotch meanwhile tracing wet kisses along his canvas-like chest. 

a growl leaves his kiss-blissed mouth when you palm him through his jeans, fingers fiddling on his zipper hastily. one of his hands comes over your shaky ones to stop them as the other one moves to your inner thigh, caressing the skin next to your knickers. 

“darling, lemme prepare you first.” your hands wrap around his wrists and pull them away, you reach to his neck slowly kiss your way up. 

“nuh-uh,” you whisper while sucking a hickey behind his ear, “you’re going to lay here and look all pretty f’me today, and i’ll do the work.” not that you don’t like it when he does it all for you, making you cry out his name over and over all night long, but it feels unfair for him to do all this while looking so pretty and innocent, heavenly. 

sirius places a kiss to your cheek, gently and effortlessly freeing himself from your grasp. “all yours, doll.”

“all mine,” you repeat in awe while rapidly unzipping his pants and freeing his dick, pumping the shaft with an eager smile on your face and he laughs at your enthusiasm, brushing your hair back. you capture him with a kiss, slow and tender, tongue sliding along his mouth as if to say “i love you” as you slowly sink on him. your moans muffle each others’ mouths and wait till the burn of his stretch turns to pleasure. you  look him in the eye and you’re in heaven. 

sirius watches you as you pleasure yourself, hands pressed on his broad chest as you almost use him to get off, singing harmonic moans with every thrust of your hips, nails digging on his chest to leave crescent marks at their wake every time his tip kisses your cervix. His cock twitches inside you at the way you look at him so in love and you’re chanting, “you’re so pretty,” the way he lays on the ground, hair messy and dump in sweat but still gorgeous, the little flowers in it still reminding you how pretty he is, even though you don’t need a reminder. 

he reaches to the button of your clit under your dress, he wants to finish with you. you collapse on top of him with overwhelming sensuality yet the movement of your hips are in a state you can’t stop even if you wanted to. you hug him tightly, arms wrapping around his neck as your orgasm draws closer. he kisses you, this time his tongue drawing “i love you”s in your mouth. you feel so full of him at every kiss on your cervix, with the grip on his hands at your waist helping you move, with his tongue in your mouth – and you’re in heaven. or the heaven is in you, in that case.

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[chronic-claire-universe]

hi claire, u alr know that i'm gonna send this whekhewksj but i really wanted to join your event so here i am. <3

aly, she/her, nineteen

i'm a type two enfj hehe def a people pleaser (u can figure that out with my mbti 😭), vv clingy (i will kiss and hug u every chance i get, only if u're comfortable tho), and a bit sarcastic at times (affectionate hehe)—that's all i can think of i hope that's enough hhhh

the kind of ppl i like—who can take care of me and will understand me, and like dominate me too idk + who's fun, can keep up with what i like, i want someone who is spontaneous hehe

my favorite drink is tequila ;)

so... uhm, i have a daddy kink? HEJSHSJ + praise and degrading kink, they're v contradicting but they can go together if u really look at it hsjshaka😔, impact play too aaaand bondage :>

my fandom is tokrev <3

ily, claire! happy 1k 🤍

Alyyy my darling, sorry but when I do matchup I need to be really inspired and that's why you had to wait a lot before your shift in the Savant Claire Brothel, enjoy your night with my your favourite guest:

Warnings: Smut, Daddy Kink, Alcohol Consumption, Drunk Sex, Praise Kink, Oral (receiving), Minors DNI, 18+

Tokyo Revengers: Chifuyu Matsuno

A.N: The pic isn't related to the age, Chifuyu is so cute with the pompadour and I wanted to post it, but he actually is 20 years old and he attends college.

"Ahhh aly!!!" you hear a blondie saying and waving happily to you as soon his sharp blue eyes catch you, "Marry Christmas Chifuyu!" you say with a kind smile huggin him, "Mmm well, marry christmas to you too" he says scrathing his neck and giving you a gift, "Well you hadn't to do it!" you say giving him a cheek kiss, "Tonight we're going to drink something! My treat!" you say to him and running to the bar with his hand linked to yours you put his gift on the counter and start to open it while your colleagues smirk at you and prepares different shots of tequila, "Wh-what this?" he says with wide eyes but he distractes himself as soon as he sess your dreamy eyes "Chifuyu! I searched for them a lot of time! How? Thanks!" you say and kiss him on the cheeks, "It took some time but when I found them in my favourite manga store I knew I had to buy them. It's a rarity!" he says pointing to the bar code signaling the first press edition. Chifuyu and you knew each other at college and discovered to have the same passion, that's why instead of being at home for Christmas night, he's here for you at the brothel, he loves staying with you and giving you break time from assholes clients.

"I can't -ugh- aly no more!" Chifuyu says with dusted pinks completely wasted and feeling like throwin up as soon as you near the nth shot of tequila, "Cmon Chifuyu! Just another one, I will give you something you will not regret!" you say passing your index through his torso, "Mm, mh aly what are you doing?" he says suddenly feeling his pants too tight from your teasing, "Pussy!" is the last word he hears before he throws a punch directly in the nose of the unfortunate who decided to insult him, "If being a pussy it means that I'm not going to fuck my cock as soon as I enter here, then I'm a pussy!" he says proud but wobbling, "Chifuyu let's go" you say with a sad smile taking his arm and support yourself in your drunk state.

Pinks cheeks on both of you, Chifuyu stares intensely at you and seeing your teary eyes he says huggin you, "Woah aly I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you! you kno- it's jus-" he can't complete the sentence because he feels ashamed but as soon as he stops speaking you say, "Chifuyu? It's real? I thought you liked me and now you say that" you say with tears in your eyes, "Wh-what? Is this because of what I said to that guy before?" he says while caressing your cheeks, cleaning from your tears, "So you want to fuck me?" you say while bending yourself towards his body, "You don't want this?" you say while nearing to his face, whispering these words "Brat girl, of course I want, I need you, it's not everyday I give gift to someone else!" he says while caressing your body and tighting the grip on your ass at the same time. Alcohol still flowing in both your bodies, lust eyes stare at each other, Chifuyu can't take it anymore and starts to kiss you hungrily, desperate to taste everything from you. "I want you, all of you" he says while ripping apart your dress and kissing your boobs and nipples, his fingers travelling down making you feel even more hot, "Oh oh Chifuyu!" you say as soon his fingers enters your pussy, "Daddy, it's daddy tonight give me this gift brat girl" he says while stopping the kiss and nearing your pussy he starts to lick it, "Ah yes daddy!" you shout when his tongue meets your clit making you squirm under his ministrations, "What? Do you need daddy to cum? Aren't you satisfied from all the cocks you took before me?" he says smirking, tears on your eyes, the pleasure is overwhelming and you can't formulate a simple sentence "Nn- no daddy - no cocks, people can't have this" you say in between moans, "Is this brat's pussy all for me? Relax I got you" he says strangely so bold from the alcohol he drank, "Fuck" it's the only words that comes out from your mouth before the coil in your stomach snaps, making you squirt all over him. "Woaah no one ever did that before aly!" he says before kissing you passionately, "M-more, daddy more!" you say in between pants, "As my bratty girl wish" he says before taking a condom and putting it into his erect cock, "Thanks!" it's what he says before sinking in your cunt shutting his eyes as soon as you engulfe him in your warm walls, "Oh shit, this is so tight, pretty" he says, a moan is what he ears before you take his ass and try to push him, "You better stop darling if you don't want to regret later" he says with a smirk before biting your blade shoulder, "M-more" you say as a beg before he snaps himself out, "F-fuck so greedy" he says as soon as he starts to move, "Ahh I love this!" you moand and putting your legs around his waist you start to move to meet his thrust "You love this? You love the only cock who gets to fuck you?" he says while taking both your legs on his shoulders and letting you admire him with his sweated forehead and blonde hairs, "M-more!" you repeat with doe eyes caressing his arms and chest, "More? You want more angel?" he says with a smirk, you look so vulnerable and submissive under him that's why he slows down, cock almost out making you whinier "You're so cute, here more for you!" he says before slamming his cock inside again and hitting your ass cheek with his hand, he feels your walls tightening him, he can't help but feel again the orgasm approaching, "More - oh fuck -is this the more you want?" he says while rutting his hips faster and hitting your ass from time to time, "Yes daddy like this! I'm going to cum!" a groan leaves his mouth as soon as the impact let you tighten around his cock, "Then you're going to cum with me angel!" he says taking both your legs and touching your clit, he gives some thrusts filling the rubber with spurts of cum, making him fall under while he moans your name unraveled by pleasure.

In the morning, you wake up seeing a painkiller on your nightstand, "Claire got you free, today go out with him got it?" you see in the note left beside the pills, "Mmm Aly" Chifuyu says still drowsy, "Oh fuck!" he shouts noticing he is naked, "Mmm I think everyone heard us, no one is ever going to call you pussy I think" you say with a smile, "Wanna go out for breakfast?" you say while snuggling into his warm body, "Ok but tell me something before getting up" "Spit it" you say smiling, "Was I too rude?" he says with concerned eyes, "Cute! Don't worry Chifuyu, I liked it, just a bit surprised I always thought of you as a vanilla boy" you say looking at him, "Oh so you did thought about it?" he says with a smirk, "LET'S GO FOR BREAKFAST BEFORE I CHANGE MY MIND!" you shout before he takes you in between his arms, "Thanks Aly this was a good gift".

#the brothel matchup #claire milestone #tokyo revengers #chifuyu matsuno #chifuyu x reader #chifuyu smut #tokyo revengers smut #tokyo revengers x reader #tok rev x reader #tok rev smut #tok rev chifuyu

[mrs-gucci]

Glad I Caught You {blacksmith!Clyde Logan x Reader} [blurb]

anonymous:

Blacksmith Clyde + a chance encounter + passionate kisses 😘

author’s notes: hello, hello! this is my first sunday funday request for event #2, thank you tons for submitting!! <3 requests are open all day long today, so please keep them coming in! here’s the details/guidelines post for this week’s sunday funday event. please read before sending anything in, thank you kindly :)

warnings: fluff. meet-cute. making out.

no tw’s :)

word count: a touch over 1k

clyde’s taglist peeps! @icarusinthesea @goddessofsprings​ my general taglist peeps! @safarigirlsp​ @babbushka​ ​@mrs-zimmerman​ @dirtytissuebox​ @thepalaceofmelanie

You slip the kerchief up over your nose, masking your identity to the village. Your father is a powerful nobleman, but widely despised by the public due to his controversial politics. Thus, you’re a prime target for kidnappings or ransom deals, which is why each time you sneak out, you must cover yourself in order to keep safe.

Anna steps up behind you and drapes the heavy winter’s cloak over your shoulders, pulling the hood up over your tightly braided hair.

“Milady, I know you will not heed my advice, but I shall say it nonetheless. Going into the village is reckless and you put yourself at great risk. I implore that you take a guardsman with you for protection in case something happens.”

The corners of your eyes scrunch up as you offer your lady in waiting a smile.

“Anna, you know I love you dearly, but I insist that you worry too much. I shall be fine, and you forget that I’m trained in knife-wielding.” You pull up your dress enough to show your ankle, where a small blade sits sheathed in a leather case. “I never leave the castle without it. I promise, I will be alright.”

“Still so stubborn, just like when you were as a girl.” She shakes her head with a soft chuckle.

Your arms wrap around her in an embrace and she gives you a kiss on the cheek before pulling away. You nod before you sneak down the corridors of the palace, making your way down to the stables.

Per your request to your trusted groom, your horse sports his inconspicuous village tack as he happily munches on fodder in his stall. You mount and ride off towards the village before anyone can catch sight of you or attempt to foil your plans. 

The sun is out today, a rarity for this time of year. It reflects brightly off yesterday’s freshly fallen snow and your eyes squint as you guide your horse down the path.

He knickers softly when you reach the open gates, slowing his gait to a slow jog as you make your way through the seas of villagers in the marketplace. A vacant post presents itself just inside the gates and you dismount, tying him up and pulling the apple from your pocket. He’s appreciative of this gesture, quickly taking a large bite from the fruit.

You smile, giving him a few neck scratches before heading off down the cobblestone street. An array of farm animals run amuck, usually followed by their owners or the merchants trying to fetch them. The pungent stench of both human and animal waste clouds the air surrounding the market, only reprieved by the occasional overpowering scent of iron forging. 

With your cloak, it’s quite difficult to see out of the corners of your eyes. Usually, it doesn’t present issues, but today’s marketplace is much more crowded than usual...

You’re suddenly knocked by the rear end of a horse, causing you to fall backwards. A sharp gasp leaves your lips as you tumble towards the cobblestone, but a large, strong hand grips your wrist and saves you from colliding with the ground.

His hands are dirtied, but you don’t mind at all, simply grateful for his heroic act. He pulls you up and your hood falls down, which causes a panic to flare within you. You scramble to pull it up immediately, clearing your throat before looking up at your savior, who shows clear recognition in his eyes. Oh gods, he knows.

“Thank you very much, kind sir.” Your eyes roam over his face, his insanely handsome face. You can feel your cheeks begin to warm.

He nods with a small smile, cheeks reddening a bit. “’s no problem at all, miss. Sorry ‘bout the horse knockin’ ya, he really don’t like his hooves bein’ done.”

“Yes, clearly so.” You laugh softly, biting your lip. As you look around, you can see that more than a few sets of eyes have fallen to you, and anxiety begins to grip you.

“C’mere milady, I’ll take ya in my workshop ‘till things cool down.” He whispers, taking your hand.

You’re grateful for his kindness and you quickly follow him inside. He tells his apprentice to take over duties while he stays in here with you. The two of you sit on stools by the crackling fireplace.

“Yer more than welcome to, um, take yer coverin’ off. No one’s gon’ see ye in here. I understand if ye don’t want to, just thought I’d offer since that thing don’t look all too comfortable.”

You really shouldn’t...

You flip your hood down and pull down the covering, exposing your entire face to the kind stranger. You offer him a smile.

“Thank you, again. I’m greatly in your debt, mister...?”

“Clyde.” He fills in the gap. “And ya don’t owe me anythin’, milady. Jus’ doin’ ma job as a citizen.”

A rush of bravery comes over you and you stand, walking over to stand in front of him. Your eyes dart to the floor before looking back up at him, chewing your lip before stepping up in between his naturally spread legs.

“Are you absolutely sure there’s nothing I can do to thank you, Clyde?”

Clyde swallows harshly, jaw clenching as you lean in a bit. His eyes dart between your gaze and your lips. Instinctively, he leans in too.

“Y-Ya really don’t...”

His lips suddenly crash against yours, hand reaching out for your hip as he stands up. He towers over you, lips dancing with yours. 

You’re surprised at his sudden boldness, but you’re certainly not complaining, matching his enthusiasm. His large hands come to cradle your cheeks, but he quickly pulls away, cringing.

“Oh ma...’m sorry, I forgot I had dirt on ‘em...here, lemme get a--”

You pull him back down and effectively interrupt his offer. He smiles against your lips, licking into your mouth just as he had before. The two of you kiss and kiss, hands cautiously exploring each other’s bodies until you’re pulled apart by Clyde’s apprentice.

He blushes and the tips of his ears are bright red, biting his lip after pulling away. You smile, keeping your hands on his chest.

“Thank you, Clyde.”

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[event #2 AU: medieval] send me a character (one that I write for), a setting, and 3-5 “plot” words, and I’ll write a drabble, blurb, or oneshot for you!

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[queen-rowenas]

when the party’s over - 1k words, destiel, inspired by this post by @acklesy, not a sequel to my first birthday fic

by request for @mylovelydame21 @redlineriot @castielle-deanna @multi-fandom-dark-lord @forgottenworkinprogress ily <3

Dean is lounging on the couch in his Dean Cave, just on the brink of dozing off, a plate with a slice of cake balanced on his stomach and a party hat sitting lopsided on his head. The birthday pie is all gone. He tore through that first.

Most of the guests have either left by now or taken up rooms in the bunker. Charlie and Stevie went back to a hunt that came up. Garth and his family went back home earlier in the afternoon even though little Cas seemed to have imprinted on big Cas. Rowena had returned to hell, and Jack had returned to heaven. Jody and Donna and the girls were taking up an entire hall of the bunker, having turned in early for their drive in the morning. Bobby is spending the night, too.

Dean smiles. Best birthday party ever.

One of the only real birthday parties he’s ever had, if he’s being honest. But Mrs. Butters could eat her heart out because this one beat any party she could have thrown. This one had his family, his friends. He couldn’t have asked for more.

Someone presses a kiss to the top of his head, and Dean leans back into the touch, reaching up to take Cas’s hand.

He whines when Cas hands him a bottle. “This isn’t beer.”

“No, it’s water,” Cas says, completely unmoved by Dean’s pout as he settles beside him.

Dean presses into his side. “I thought you loved me.”

“I do love you,” Cas says with a small smile, “but this morning you said you wanted to be coherent today and avoid any potential hangovers.”

“Well, maybe morning-me was dumb.” Dean shuffles in closer, shoving his face into the fabric of Cas’s shoulder.

“Morning-you told me that he loved me. Do you think he was wrong about that?”

“No, that part was right,” Dean says, his voice muffled by the trench coat.

He closes his eyes and breathes him in, feels the warmth of Cas leaning into him, the weight of his hand resting on Dean’s knee. And it’s completely unfair how happy he is in this moment.

Although maybe the point is that it is fair.

“How’s your cake?”

Dean lifts his head. “I mean, it’s not pie, but it’s still pretty good.” He sits up and offers a forkful to Cas. “Wanna try some?”

“I thought you said your birthday had a no-sharing policy.”

“I’ll make an exception for you.”

Cas regards the fork with almost a wary look before leaning down to take it in his mouth. And it really wasn’t supposed to be like this. Dean’s plan was to have Cas try a piece and watch his nose wrinkle and hear him say something dumb and cute about molecules.

But now Dean’s staring, watching the line of his mouth, the work of his jaw, his throat. His face suddenly feels hot. Oblivious to Dean’s world slowly imploding, Cas frowns in the most serious consideration. “I can imagine why humans would enjoy it. In my time as a human, I came to appreciate cake.”

“Maybe you need to try another bite.” Dean’s voice cracks as he all but throws another forkful at Cas’s face. This one has more icing, and Dean’s brain snaps into focus with the best idea he’s ever had in his 42 years of life.

This time, when Cas goes for the bite, Dean moves the fork, catching some icing on his cheek

“Whoops.” Dean grins, already leaning in. “Let me get that for you.” And he presses his lips on the spot to clean it.

Cas jerks his head to look at him, and Dean leans back, watching the angel with a grin. He absently licks his lips. Blue eyes track the motion.

“You missed.” Cas’s voice is steady, but his eyes glance down to Dean’s mouth, and he clears his throat. “That was nowhere near my mouth.”

And Dean likes to think he’s a pretty suave guy. He has a history that would support it. But for a second, all he can do is gape like an idiot.

He closes his mouth. He opens it again. “Right!” he says, a little too loud and a little too hoarse, “My bad. Let me just...”

He fumbles to get more cake on the fork, nearly dropping the plate, before twisting around to face Cas fully and lift the fork to his mouth. When Cas leans in, Dean moves it just enough to get some on the corner of his lip.

Dean doesn’t even go for any pretense of guilt. He just goes in for a peck, sneaking in a quick flick of the tongue.

He grins, but before he can revel in his little game, Cas is leaning towards the plate, forgoing the fork and swiping some icing on his finger. And Dean’s mouth goes dry.

And the angel has the audacity to smile, his finger hovering in front of Dean’s face, the faintest glint in his eye. Dean’s mouth opens on its own, and he just watches Cas watch him as the angel’s finger runs over his bottom lip.

Before Dean can close his mouth, Cas takes his face in his hands and kisses him. The icing slips inside and he chases it, and Dean shudders, reaching up to cling to his wrists.

Some distant and slightly more coherent part of his mind thinks this might be the best cake he’s ever had.

“Really, guys? Come on.”

Dean presses one last kiss to Cas’s lips before glaring over his shoulder to look at his brother in the doorway. “It’s my birthday.”

“It’s past midnight. It’s not your birthday anymore.”

“Whatever,” Dean grumbles, grabbing Cas’s hand and dragging him off of the couch, “Come on, babe.”

He makes sure to grab the plate as they leave.

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[empresskylo]

More than Friends

Pairing ↠  Daryl Dixon x Beth Greene Warnings ↠ N/A Word Count ↠  1K Summary ↠ “We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.” Author’s note ↠  So I recently fell   back in love with Bethyl and have been posting some short one shots on my Ao3 and I decided to post them here as well. I do want to write a longer fic with them, just debating on the kind of plot/topic. Also, feel free to request any drabbles for these two! I love writing them. main masterlist 

Beth couldn’t stop thinking about that night at the cemetery... you know, the one where Daryl stared at her after she asked what changed his mind. He didn’t say anything... but he didn’t have to. Beth got the message. After they escaped, neither of them had brought it up. Less than a week later they met up with Rick, Michonne, and Carl. Beth hadn’t thought of Daryl like that. Well, at least she didn’t think she had. But after that night, just looking at him made her heart skip.

But things were bad. After the ambush at Terminus, things kept getting worse. Now they were short on water and the sun seemed to keep getting hotter. She knew she should be focused on surviving and finding shelter and water, but Daryl seemed to occupy all her thoughts.

“I’m gonna go look for water,” Daryl said to the group once they stopped to take a break. Rick nodded his head, not wanting to speak and make his mouth even drier than it already was. Daryl slipped off into the woods beside them.

“I’m goin’ with him,” Beth said to Rick, quiet enough so Maggie wouldn’t overhear. Maggie was busy laying down and trying to regain some energy next to Glenn. Rick gave her a look, but he didn’t say anything. With that, Beth parted from the others to catch up with Daryl.

She spotted him making his way deeper into the woods. As she jogged to try and catch up with him she called out, “Daryl!" He stopped in his tracks and turned, spotting her a few feet away. Once she made it to him, he said in a mumble, “What you doin’ followin' me?”

She looked up at him, “Just miss you is all,”. Daryl seemed taken aback. He took a moment, searching her bold blue eyes for something more.

“Whatcha mean, girl?”

She smiled. “We hadn’t really talked much and- I don’t know. Maybe it’s stupid...” she looked down at her feet, feeling suddenly embarrassed.

“Nah, tell me.”

“I just felt like we... started to rely on one another... well, at least I did. And even though I can take care of myself, I just have this weird feelin’ to be around you.” Beth wasn’t sure what she was saying made any sense and she was hoping Daryl wouldn’t find her pathetic. She was dancing around her words, trying to express how she felt about him, but she found it difficult.

He just looked at her and grunted. “Let’s go then.” He turned and she gladly followed.

After about thirty minutes, they found water. Beth gasped, “Daryl!” He quickly made his way to her and she pointed to a small stream of water pooling off a ledge of rocks. They both fumbled to pull out their empty water bottles and fill them up. Beth collided with the ground beneath her, downing her water. Daryl looked at her after he took a sip, “Slow down girl, you’ll be sick if ya keep chuggin’ it like that.”

Beth put her bottle down and let out a satisfying sigh. “God, that was the best drink of water I ever had.”

She looked up at Daryl as he sat down on a rock across from her. She started to fiddle with the bottle in her hand. "Daryl... I-"

He watched her as she tried to speak. His hand came up to his mouth, bitting slightly on his nail as he waited for her to finish what she was saying. "I just- Back at the funeral home...when I was askin' you what changed your mind."

"Mhm"

"Were you...I mean, are you-" She felt her cheeks turn red. She felt stupid for acting like such a schoolgirl.

"Nah. Don't worry. I know we're jus' friends."

Beth shook her head. She got the courage to finally look up at him and he was making the same stupid face he did that night. The kind of face that made her heart do backflips. The kind of face she had never seen him make before. The way he watched her so intently, his eyes attempting to read her own. She stood up, a little angry now. She knew he was lying. She knew he didn't know how to really express himself. And she knew she was acting dumb, fumbling over her words instead of saying what she really felt. And so she said screw it, and said, a little louder than she intended, "We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.”

Daryl's eyes shifted between her own. Beth stood before him, her face scrunched up like all the other times she's yelled at him. "Beth..." Was all he could muster out. He knew he fell for her, but he never thought she could...

"Daryl, for god's sake. I fell in love with you. And I know you fell for me." Daryl could only think about how she was a feisty little thing. Always surprising him. He would never say it, but he grew to like it when she put him in his place. He stood up to meet her gaze. She seemed to soften now that he was looking down at her. Daryl took a moment, not moving, just looking at her. Until finally his hand slipped up to her cheek, pushing a strand of hair back. Again, Beth understood; he didn't need to say anything. Daryl leaned his head in, agonizingly slow. Beth's eye's fluttered up at him, her mouth yearning to connect with his. And with that, their faces met. Daryl's other hand gripping her hip, sending heat waves through Beth's body.

When they pulled apart, Daryl rested his forehead on Beth's, small breaths escaping their parted lips. "We should probably get back to the others. Let em' know we found water." His voice was rough and hot against her. She just nodded her head. As they turned to walk off, Daryl's hand found Beth's, intertwining their fingers. She looked up at him and smiled, "Yer gonna be the death of me, girl."

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[spencessmile]

Scholar’s Mate

Pairing - Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader 

Summary - In a game of chess both you and Spencer make unexpected moves. 

Warnings - None 

Word Count - 1k

And all imagines/fanfics/blurbs are written solely by me so please don't steal my work and/or post it without my consent. 

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Scholar's Mate is the checkmate achieved by the following moves, or similar: 1. e4 e5. 2. Bc4 Nc6

** 

The team and you wrapped up a case in New York and made your way onto the jet where everyone got comfortable for the flight back home. 

Morgan and Emily were chatting away, Rossi was preparing himself a drink, JJ was indulging herself by doing crossword puzzles, Hotch was doing paperwork and Spencer was seated at the far end of the jet.

You wrapped a blanket around your shoulders and headed towards Spencer, as you looked over Spencer’s shoulder you noticed he was setting up a small chessboard. 

“Mind if I sit?” You ask and Spencer shakes his head. You continue to watch as Spencer sets up the board and puts the chess pieces in their place. “Are you going to play alone?” 

“I do most of the time.” 

“How does one play chess by themselves?” 

“Actually, you can play with yourself using only knowledge of how the chess pieces move.” 

“I don’t think a game of solo chess would be as fun to play, so I’ll play with you,” Spencer looks up at you. 

“You k-know how to play chess?” 

“Not really but it can’t be that hard to learn while watching a genius play,” A small smirk tugging at your lips. 

“What’s going on here?” Morgan sits on the long couch as the rest of the team gathers around. 

“I’m joining Spencer in a game of chess,” You point to the board. 

“What? Reid, I’ve asked to play you several times and you never play with me,” Emily says. 

“It’s hard to play with people who don’t how to play chess,” Spencer replies, and Emily gaps. 

“I’ve asked you to teach me, and it’s not like Y/n knows how to play either.” 

Spencer looks back over at you, and you’re lightly smiling at him. You joined this team two years ago and you got along with pretty much everyone except for Spencer. You couldn’t speak for Spencer but you often found it hard to keep up with him. 

Chess may just the thing to help you become closer to Spencer. 

“Should we play?” You ask and Spencer nods. 

As Spencer went to pick up his piece, he stopped and looked up at you. “I’ll probably beat in less than 7 moves.” 

You lean forward in your seat, “Don’t hold your breath brown eyes.” 

“Damn,” You hear Morgan say as everyone laughs.  

“Oh wait,” You stopped Spencer again and flipped the board, the white chess pieces facing you as the black pieces faced Spencer. Spencer immediately started nervously playing with his hands. 

“Why did you do that?” 

“What’s wrong? Will you lose the game if you aren’t playing with white pieces?” 

Spencer was going to respond but he stopped, “No, I’ll be fine either way.” 

“Great, then make your first move,” You eye the board as Spencer moves his first chess piece.  

You wait a couple of seconds before making your first play; moving your King to E6. 

You could hear JJ whispering to Emily and Morgan “Who do you think going’s to win?” 

“I want someone to beat this kid’s ass in this game, I’m so sick of not knowing how to play but watching people who do know lose to the kid,” Morgan looks over at Rossi.

“Watch it,” Rossi pointed and Morgan chuckles. 

 “My bet’s on Y/n,” Hotch said watching you and Spencer carefully watching each other’s moves. 

Spencer made his second play, and you made your second play; moving your King’s Bishop to C5. 

Spencer made his third play, and you made your third play; moving your Queen to F6. 

Spencer made his fourth play and you decided it was time to show him how it’s really done so you took your Queen and moved it to F2. 

“Checkmate,” You say, putting your pieces down. “I beat you in four moves.” 

“Oh my god! No way!” Morgan says flipping out. “Haha, what just happened?!” 

“What?” You hear Spencer whisper. 

“JJ,” Emily spoke up. “Pinch me because I might be asleep,” JJ laughs. 

“Em, your very much awake and Y/n just beat Spencer,” She smiles. 

“Atta girl,” Morgan says high fiving you.   

“Well played Y/n,” Hotch smiled at you. 

“How di-” Spencer looks up at you and then back down at the board. “I never lose,” Spencer pulled the small board away from you and looked at the pieces. You could see the gears in Spencer’s brain were really turning trying to figure out how you beat him. 

 You look up at Rossi who has a smirk on his face as he knows the trick you just pulled. He raised his glass up and you ever so slightly nod, watching him take a sip. 

Everyone got up and went back to doing their own stuff as you sat there for a while watching Spencer figure out your moves. 

“Well that was fun maybe we should play again sometimes,” You say getting up but Spencer didn’t acknowledge you at all. You shake your head as you walk over to where JJ and Emily were and took a seat. 

** 

Morgan puts down a cup of tea for Spencer and he looks up from his book.

“So is there anything you want to tell me?” Spencer looks over at Morgan with a confused look. 

“No.” 

“Are you sure?” 

“Yeah, why are you asking?” 

“Because it’s obvious Reid.” 

“What is?” 

“That you like Y/n,” Spencer almost chokes on his tea. 

Spencer shakes his head. “You don’t know what your talking about.”  

“Oh come on kid, we all saw how you were looking at her. I mean, she is pret-” Morgan leaned over to his right and noticed you laughing with your head back at something Rossi was saying. “She’s perfect for you.” 

Spencer turned his head and instantly felt himself wanting to exposed seeing you smiling, as you were wrapped in a cozy blanket. As Spencer turns back to face Morgan he couldn’t help but smile a little. 

“I mean she beat you in chess, if I were you that’s not a woman I would want to lose. Just imagine all the other things she’s good at,” Spencer rolled his eyes at Morgan’s stupid comment. “Go for it kid, before it’s too late.” 

** 

After you made it back to the BAU, the team finished up their paperwork and headed out for the night. You grabbed your stuff and made your way to the elevator. 

As you were about to step inside you heard someone yell your name.  You turn around to see Spencer, walking up to you. 

“You lied to me earlier,” Spencer breathed, wrapping his bag around himself as you looked at him, confused. 

“About what?” 

“That you didn’t know how to play chess.” 

You smile at him “Well I guess you learned something new about me today,” You made your way inside the elevator but Spencer stops you again. 

“Who taught you to play like that?”

“It’s kind of hard for me not to learn when I was around my father who was a professional chess player.” 

“Your father played professional chess?” 

“For 36 years.” 

“No wonder,” Spencer says, nodding. 

“Why are you surprised, Spencer?” You ask. 

“What do you mean?”

“The day I joined the team, Garcia was asking me all these questions and I had mentioned that my father was a professional chess player and that I play too. I thought you would have caught my lie earlier.” 

From the moment you walked through the BAU doors all of Spencer’s knowledge and common sense flew out the window. He hadn’t seen anyone nearly as nerdy as him and he was fascinated at how much random stuff you knew about. 

Spencer’s liked you for months but he always pushed his feelings aside because he knew that he worked with you and that telling you how he feels would make things messy between you two. He never thought he would have a chance with you or that you would ever be interested in him. 

You snap your fingers to get Spencer’s attention; “You started staring off into space.” 

“Um, so sorry, I ju-” Spencer clears his throat.

Go for it kid, before it’s too late. 

Morgan’s words were ringing in Spencer’s ear. If Spencer didn’t tell you how he really felt about you, then he’ll never be able to tell you. 

“Would yo-you lik-like to go-” Spencer stopped mid-sentence and turned his back to you but you quickly grabbed onto his arm. 

“Wait,” You stood in front of Spencer.  “Don’t walk away before hearing my answer,” Spencer was confused. “Yes, yes I will go on a date with you.” 

“How did you know that’s what I was going to ask you?” 

“Well,” You move closer to Spencer. “I never told anyone on the team but I’m actually psychic,” Spencer looks down at you and pulls back a little. 

“No your not.” 

“I am,” You nod your head. 

“There’s no way.” 

“Do you want me to tell you what you’re thinking about at this very moment?” 

Spencer folds in arms. “Sure.” 

“You feel bad that you started to ask me out and then you got nervous and turned your back on me. But you’ve also figured out where you’re taking me for our first date.” 

“Oh yeah, where?” 

“The museum.” 

Spencer looked at you in shock. “Do you believe me now?” 

“I don-” 

“Do you ever why I always finish the rest of everyone’s sentences all the time? It’s because I literally know what their thinking and I can’t help myself,” The look on Spencer’s face was absolutely priceless. “See! This is exactly why I don’t tell people, they get all quiet and creeped out. Just like what your doing right now.” 

You and Spencer just looked at each other for a while until you couldn’t hold in your laughter. You placed your right hand over your chest and grabbed onto Spencer’s arm, trying to control your laughter. 

“You should have seen your face, Spencer! Oh my god,” You say trying to catch your breath. “I didn’t actually think you were going to go fall for that. I’ve tried to do that on so many other people and they’ve nev-” You were cut off when you felt Spencer’s soft lips on yours. 

Spencer pushed you against the wall, as you felt your elbow hit the elevator button, the doors opened and Spencer pushed you inside, pushing the stop button where you both felt the elevator jolt. 

Spencer pulled back for air, as you both just looked at each other.

The lust in Spencer’s eyes made you want him even more than before. 

You leaned in and kissed Spencer again and felt like the world fell apart. It was slow, soft, and comforting in ways you could never describe. Spencer’s hand rested just below your ear, his thumb caressing your cheek as both of yours breathes mingled. You ran your hand down his back, pulling him closer until there was no space left between you two, you could feel the beating of his heart against your chest. 

You pulled back for air as your hands now tightly gripped at his jacket. 

“Who knew you were such a good kisser.”

“I have secrets of my own,” Spencer whispers sending chills down your back. 

“I’m sure you do,” You say kissing Spencer’s cheek. “So when are going on our first date?” 

“I don’t know yet.” 

“I like surprises.” 

“Then it’ll be a surprise.” 

“I’m looking forward to it then,” You smile. 

“You beat me by using the Scholar’s Mate trick.” 

“I did,” You said proudly. 

“Well played.” 

“My father taught me well,” Spencer smiles. 

“I still need a rematch,” You look smirk at him. 

“Fine,” You sigh. “But like I said earlier don’t hold your breath.” 

** 

The most important thing in life is to learn how to give out love, and to let it come in - Morrie Schwartz

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[bunny-xoxo]

In honor of reaching 1K on another post of mine here’s me shipping my moots or whtv 🙄😽 (I jus kinda wanted to and wanted any excuse hehehee)

@ikigaitooru u already know u and Oikawa r endgame ‼️ but bakugou ain’t going down without a fight so make some room for him too <3 y’all scare me but I’ll say it’s cute from a distance :)

@aracynthos ok besides the obvious Megumi I whole heartedly think you and Kuroo would fr be cute 😭 I think hed annoy you so much in a teasing way and itd just ~work <3

@armins-futon PORCO LMAO m sorry Armin 😪 but I think u n Porco are jus meant to be

@c0rncheez bo & or Ushi :(((( theyd be literally the sweetest to you and fulfill all ur praise needs (Osamu too me thinks 😌)

@plutowrites me tf 🤨 I’m jk ig 🙄 TSUKI like y’all are a COUPLE in my head, I’ll forever bug u with headcannons of your guys relationship are u joking ? Kenma is a very close tie tho u know that 😏 ohhh and jean hehehehehehe you already know

@odmlevis Levi OBVI ok but also Hange??!! You guys would be the kinda couple I wanna hang out w I just know it

@bummie who would I be if I didnt say eren 🤨 go p*g him and show him whos boss already 🙄 he needs it

@missuga okok suga yes but KITA ‼️ You’d treat him how he deserves and he’d be so good for you, brat who? Never him <3 match made in heaven if you ask me

@semisgroupie I’ve said before Aizawa but there is smth about u n Kita I just can’t get rid of in my head - maybe it’s the matching switch energy but I think you guys could get along <3 however another chaotic pt of me does say Kuroo hmmm

@honey-desires LITERALLY I’d be so wrong if I said anyone but izuku - y’all are already a couple in my head like that’s just how it is 😌

@bokuroskitten hear me out bo & Kuroo would treat you so right but Daichi ??! I think I might be onto something here ‼️ I think hed fulfill all ur needs or fit right in w you bo & kuroo

@http-todoroki kiri !! I think he’d treat you well and care about you sm and attend to all ur needs <3 truly a happy couple

@devilkou YOU NEED SOMEONE TO TAKE CARE OF YOU !! DAICHI OR KITA FOR TJE WIN <3 theyd love you to their hearts content 🥺

@tetsunormous U R THE ONLY PERSON WHO I CAN ACCEPT BEING W FLOCH you’ll bring out the best in him 😪 but also give him what he deserves 🤨 ruin his life but also suck that wiener babes have a good time 😋😽

@sofi-yeager girl w how often u post about eren I jus know that’s ur husband cmon now

@drunkoncartoons eren :( I just know you’ll love and appreciate him at all times and hed have to get used to being red in the face cause that’s how ur gonna have him at all times <3

@callmepromise Levi 🖤 I think you’d make SURE he’s appreciated which is what that mans needs !

@nathaslosttheirshit it’s always been u n tsuki that’s just how it is <3 give him plenty of kisses and make stupid boy blush !

If I forgot anyone I’m sorry I tried to remember everyone 😭😪

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[onlystylesangels]

Final Call

Pairing: Harry Styles x Reader

Summary: Harry & Y/N catch up 

Warnings: A bit sad. Breakup.

Word Count: 1k+

A/N: Hi my loves!!! I have a short little fic for you. I started this a couple of months back and I just now decided to post this. I hope you beauties are well and safe. I’m sending all my love to you. 💓💕💛

September 2016

"Bub, do you know where my trench coat is at?" 

Y/N was in the other room making sandwiches for her and Harry. 

"I think it's in the closet?" She asked herself. Harry walked into the kitchen and grabbed the slice of cheese that was in her hand. 

"I'll check love." He said while chewing. 

Harry walked towards the closet and looked through the coats, well more of his coats exactly. His hands smoothed over the familiar fabric of his trench coat and smiled once he removed it from the hanger.

"Where are you going again?" Y/N asked as she peeked her head from the kitchen. 

"A short music film. I haven't told you have I?"

"I believe not." She said her gaze looking down at her sandwich. 

"I'm sorry love. I thought I told you," There was regret in his voice the way his voice changed from its usual cheeriness to a slow no monotone voice. He didn't mean to not tell you. He thought he told you a couple weeks back when he started to talk to directors about the project he wanted to do, but either way he wanted to tell you. He told you everything, or so that's what Y/N thought.

"I'll be back love. Jus' don't miss me too much, yeah?"

"I don't know Harry, I miss you whenever you're not here." Y/N muttered out as she buttoned Harry's coat. "I miss you all the time Harry." 

Harry stood there staring down at his muse, his light, his everything. He adored his Y/N; he adored everything about her since the day he met her. That day when they bumped into each other as their very own romantic comedy began. Falling in love the third time that they saw each other as Harry invited her to have ice cream and have a walk at the park.

But they both had no clue that sometimes romantic comedies have their own crucial endings. They both didn't know they were going to separate.

May 2021

Memories of their past came back swirling through Harry's head. His head in his hands as he clutched his phone waiting and asking himself if he wanted to do what he was going to do right now. Would she have moved on with someone else? Maybe she was still sleeping since the last time he checked she was in the states while he was currently in England. Would it make him feel uncomfortable was his last question.

Of course he was going to feel uncomfortable; they've been separated for almost two years now. Harry released his second album two years ago and Y/N continued living her life. She finally opened up her own bakery which was a little shop in size but she loved it anyway. She enjoyed her life right now. She loved the place that she was currently in and there were times that she would think of Harry while working at the shop hoping to see him come in and ask for a pastry and a cup of black coffee. But she knew it wouldn't happen. 

Harry was hesitant. His phone in his hand as his foot tapped the floor lightly. His soft curls curved through his fingers as he finally decided to dial the numbers that he used to have saved as a contact. The phone rang as Harry held his phone closer to his ear as he waited until the other line was picked up. After those long seconds, Harry felt like minutes and hours had passed. He put the phone down so he could hang up but before he pushed that red button her voice finally answered. She didn’t answer ‘hello’ but she said ‘Harry’, as if she knew it was Harry on the other line.

“Harry?” Her soft voice answered. 

Harry didn’t answer back as he was shocked that she still kept him in her contacts. He thought that she would have deleted him from her phone but that wasn’t the case. She kept a part of him with her even though they broke it off. But sometimes when people break up, there is always a part of them that goes back to that person. A part that she loved, the person she was once in love with.

“Y/N.” He answered as his voice sounded shaky from hearing Y/N’s voice for the first time in a long time. “You kept my number.”

A sigh was heard from Y/N’s line as she tried not to show her emotions. 

“I never got rid of it, Harry.” 

Harry was so close to losing it. He wished he could be in her arms one last time but he knew that deep inside that Y/N had moved on from him. And part of him has moved on from her as well.

She never deleted his contact from her phone. She was afraid of letting him go while Harry deleted her name from his phone but he made sure that he would remember her number by memory.

“I just wanted to call because I remembered today was your birthday.” He said with a smile. His eyes started to get glossy from hearing her breathing from the other line and waited patiently before she replied back. He missed that part of her. He missed it when Y/N would take her time to answer. He missed looking at her concentrated face, eyebrows furrowed and always pinching her bottom lip. Those were the memories that he wished he cherished more when they were together, but now he knows he’ll never make those memories again.

“Yeah it’s today.” She answered as she shut her eyes from her response. 

“Happy birthday bu- Y/N.” Harry finally said as Y/N smiled to herself and finally let herself loose from keeping in those tears that were threatening to leave her eyes. She kept her whimpers quiet but tears continued to stream down her cheeks.

"Thank you, Harry." She squeaked. She clutched her chest as her sobs started to get a bit louder, she bit her lip from letting out more whimpers. Harry was quiet on the other line and he kept his whimpers quiet as well. He wanted to cry so bad from hearing Y/N cry he knew this was a bad idea but he wasn't going to regret it now that he finally heard Y/N's voice.

"I hope you spend it with wonderful people and I'm sending you all the love to you."

A silence was shared between them. Their whimpers slowly calmed and their tears were no longer streaming down their cheeks. 

"What happened to us, Harry?" She asked, her hand squeezing the mattress as if that would keep her feelings inside of her instead of letting them out.

"We made a promise that we were going to love each other. We didn't think that our jobs would eventually separate us from each other."

"I don't think we were meant to be. But I enjoyed the time we had with each other and I thank you for that, Harry. You will always have a part of my heart and that will never change. I love you so much Harry."

"I love you more love. I know asking this would be risky but could we be friends at least?"

"I don't think we should, Harry. If we do then we'll never move on from what we used to have."

Harry sighed, his head nodded at her response. She was right. If they would stay as friends then they will never be able to move on from one another. It felt wrong but they had to disconnect from each other. 

"Yeah, you're right Y/N." Harry agreed with a sigh. He had his head low, his hand gripping his thigh as his eyes were closed as he tried to imagine Y/N one last time.

"I'm sorry Harry, but I'm glad you called, I've missed hearing your voice," she added, "It's been so long and I hope you're doing well. How is everything going?"

"It's going good, love. I'm on tour for my third album and I'm just having a good time with the shows and seeing the fans." He elaborated. There was a hint of joy in his voice when he mentioned his fans. They were literally the world to him. Seeing them during his shows made him happy and emotional. Knowing that there are people out there supporting him through his successes and his failures; people that he could rely on no matter what.

There was another comfortable silence between them. They have been separated for two years and they still feel comfortable with each other after those two years of heartache. Something in them both wished that they could time travel to the past and make it their present, but that was obviously impossible to accomplish. But they wished it were possible in some way.

"I'm glad you are having a good time Harry. I can already know how much this album, and seeing your fans means to you." Y/N said, a smile slowly appearing on her face as she remembered the time when she went to one of his shows and saw the love in her section. The tears falling down their cheeks and the passion when they would sing along with Harry. 

“I wish you could go to one of the shows. But I know you are busy with work."

Y/N understood him and she even wished that she could buy a ticket to go to one of his shows. She wished that part of her would go back to him and live the life that she used to live. It almost seemed as if ten years had passed when they decided to break up. But dreaming about it was just dreaming which made it impossible for it to come true. 

As for Harry; he was ready for her to hang up on him. He went back to that phone call that they had a couple days after they broke up. Today; he had the same feeling. He felt that deep feeling of his love drain away from his heart and all those memories he had with her were flashing through his brain and they came after each other as if he was put under a machine.

And so they both felt content. They both went back to laughing with each other as if it were old times. Content smiles on their faces and thinking back, they probably were not meant to be in a long-time relationship. But they both enjoyed each other's company when they were together. They will always have a space for each other's love and they both will not allow anyone to take that away from them.

They both knew that they were not meant to be, but they were thankful for that time that they cherished with each other and all the love that they gave each other while they were together. Both Harry and Y/N  knew that after this final call they would be at peace and that this would be the final goodbye, well, if they would both have the courage to do so.

A goodbye that was bittersweet nonetheless.

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#harry styles writing #harry styles fanfic #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles short fic #Onlystylesangels writing #harry styles fluff #harry styles angst #harry styles one shot #harry styles x reader #harry x reader #my writing

[aromantic-eight]

This is part of a series of gen fic recs I’m making for Genuary 2021, organized by fandom. I’ll be putting these together quick, and many of these I have not read in a long time, so they’ll mostly just have a length range, either some general content tags I used for organizing or AO3 tags depending on the age of the bookmark, the summary, and a hopefully-still-working link.

Following up on my list of gen longfic for Stargate SG-1, here is part 1 of several shorter fic, many of which are fluffy friendship or team focused. I have several hundred genfic bookmarked for this fandom, so this post and the next will be showcasing only my very favorites of those bookmarks. For the rest, head on over here. Note that some bookmarks on there lead to websites that no longer exist- many of those fics have since been migrated to AO3 or are on Waybackmachine, so check those places if you see one you like.

In the following list, I have endeavored to link to the AO3 version of a fic whenever one is available and there shouldn’t be any broken links here.

Stargate SG-1: One-shots Part 1

The Point at Which We Break by kellifer (PG)

Words: 1-500

Tags: hurt/comfort, episode tag to ep 01x01

Everyone has a breaking point. When Daniel reaches his, he calls Sam.

 Alienism by Jb (PG-13)

Words: 1-5k

Tags: episode tag to ep 5x03, ascension repercussions, hurt/comfort, angst

Daniel confronts Sam after the events of Ascension, upset about something that Sam can't quite figure out.

 Nailed My Faith to the Sticking Pole by sixbeforelunch (PG)

Words: 500-1k

Tags: episode tag to ep 10x19, teamfic, trust, character study

It's okay, they've got each other's backs. Takes place just prior to Dominion.

 Damage Control by redbyrd (PG-13)

Words: 10-50k

Tags: episode tag to ep 4x13, outsider pov, casefic, rumors/misconceptions

On his way to Egypt to try find the answer to an age old puzzle, Steven Raynor ponders the mysterious murders of Dr. Jordan and the museum curator-- Could his old friend Daniel possibly be the killer?

 Role Model by Em (PG)

Words: 1-500

Tags: episode tag to ep 9x09, character study

It’s not something they ever talk about, but somewhere along the way Daniel's taken Jack's place.

 You Sleep in a Palace by Paian (PG)

Words: 1-500

Tags: character study, 2nd person pov

Where Daniel goes in his dreams.

 A Small Error in Translation by dsudis (PG)

Words: 1-5k

Tags: friendship, humor, off-world mission, rumors/misconceptions, hijinks

Daniel makes a teeny error when trying to explain SG-1's relationship off-world.

 Walkabout by cofax (PG)

Words: 1-5k

Tags: post-apocalypse, off-world, drama

Jack escapes Earth after the worst happens. Now he's wandering, hoping to find a friendly face.

 A Mournful Rustling by Otter (PG-13)

Words: 5-10k

Tags: suspense/horror, repercussions, hallucinations

Daniel's getting flashbacks to his time as an Ascended. It isn't all pretty.

 SG-1, Ninja Style by FigNewton (PG)

Words: 1-5k

Tags: friendship, humor, hijinks

Jack, Sam and Daniel don't quite remember how they celebrated last night, but Teal'c is only too happy to refresh their memory.

 Five memories Daniel got back that Jack absolutely didn't want to know about by GateGremlyn (PG)

Words: 1-5k

Tags: episode tag to ep 7x01, amnesia, friendship, humor, hijinks

A Five Things tag to Fallen and Homecoming.

 The Company He Keeps by xparrot (G)

Words: 1-5k

Tags: episode tag to 10x03, crossover with Stargate Atlantis, off-world

Dr. Rodney McKay isn't Cam's first choice for an astrophysicist; he knows that before he ever meets the man in person.

 Many Sins by Kellifer (PG-13)

Words: 1-500

Tags: episode tag to 5x22, friendship

Today was the first time Daniel had seen Jack slip up behind someone and slide a knife in, silent death.

 Out of Step by FigNewton (G)

Words: 1-5k

Tags: teamy goodness, Humor, Training exercises, Daniel whump, Janet is awesome

Janet wants to know how SG-1 managed to land Daniel in the infirmary this time! Slightly cracky team fic set just before Proving Ground, but with no spoilers.

 The Way Things Are Now by sixbeforelunch (PG)

Words: 1-5k

Tags: crossover, outsider pov, friendship

Crossover with Without a Trace. Daniel and Danny were foster brothers once, and kept in touch. Daniel needs to get away from things for a night.

Note: The link to the fic series this is based on in the author’s notes is broken. You can find one of the original fics on waybackmachine here: http://web.archive.org/web/20060528233049/http://azar.ink-and-quill.com/common.php?threads

 Clearing Skies, Chances of Insight by Randomfreshink (PG)

Words: 5-10k

Tags: episode tag to 5x19, repercussions, reconciliation, amnesia, friendship

Target practice and talking. Daniel and Jack. Post Menace. Fallout, honesty, and clearing the air.

 Good Man by Random (PG)

Words: 5-10k

Tags: episode tag to 10x09, character study, repercussions

Where Daniel is upset at almost losing Sam, and Cameron learns that nobody on SG-1 fits into a box.

 Uncommon Threads by Dira Sudis (G)

Words: 1-5k

Tags: episode tag to 1x04, off-world

Sam talks with one of the women dressing her.

 Unspoken by Lady J (PG)

Words: 1-5k

Tags: episode tag for 7x01, character study, repercussions, came back wrong

Sam has noticed that Daniel is different since descending.

 Roll With the Punches by izhilzha (PG-13)

Words: 500-1k

Tags: episode tag to 2x01, character study, 1st person pov

In black-ops, you learn to roll with the punches.

#genuary #genuary 2021 #f: the things I’ve heard sitting in this chair #fic recs

[watchwithbee]

the fosters, s1e11

tw: brief mentions of (fictional) past r*pe and s*xual a*sault, foster siblings having romantic/sexual relationships, poor mental health, father figure fighting an alcohol problem, somewhat shitty commentary but that’s everything I post lmao

1k words

(started about 10 minutes in)

HELL YEAH JUDE 

PREACH

STAND UP FOR YOURSELF BBY BOY

ALSO HEY BRANDON YOU PIECE OF SHIT

WHAT THE FUCK DUDE

I’M STILL PISSED AT HIM

Ju: you’re no better than liam >:(

Me: FUCK HIM UP BABY BOY

B: I love callie

[egregious puking noises]

Look ship whatever you want

Just acknowledge when things are problematic

Ship brallie to your heart’s content as long as you don’t condone in*est IRL

I’m not here to police ppl, I’m just giving opinions no one asked for cause that’s the entire purpose of this blog

Oh no jude

Poor boy

I literally hate brandon sm he needs to get his shit together

[aggressive vibing to the theme song]

[weeping] you’re surrounded by love and you’re wanted

I used to think the theme was cheesy

Now i literally love it sm

The RUBBER DUCKY

THE HAND HOLDING

Ugh ads

I really think people are overlooking jude’s feelings rn

Omfg stef’s mom (her name is sharon, bee)

I love her

I love jude and sharon’s dynamic it’s 

Chef’s kiss

Immaculate

Sh: I’m not gonna break up with him cause I love his bed

“Subtext, by calvin klein ;)”

Oh right this is the bed that fucks up their marriage

Ju: I’m a taco :D

Me: [I can’t find it but the clip from b99 where boyle says I’m gonna need a minute

It cuts to a black screen that says one minute later than cuts back to charles tear and snot stained face after clearly crying a lot

Boyle: sorry for the sobbing and the wailing and the weird snorting noise I made at the end

But yeah that’s me rn]

Oh god not more jesus lexi drama

I wish mariana and jesus got along better

Also jake t austin jesus walked so noah centineo jesus could run

I love that typed out it looks like I mean jesus the religious figure

Oh shit 

Lexi needs to stop gatekeeping and mariana needs to stop taking the division of time as a personal offense

I mean she and jesus are both taurus so I’m not surprised they’re clashing

Oh god callie why did you run away w wyatt

I hate wyatt

I hate the aliens dialogue

W: the government is making it seem fake oOoOoH

Literally hate it

Callie “he’s better off without me” addams foster is getting on my last fuckin nerve

Like the insensitivity?????

The not actually caring about the people around you under the guise of caring about them??????

The only difference between martyrdom and soupyslide is press coverage

The whole Wyatt And Callie On The Run thing is getting old and it’s been happening for like 10 minutes

Self sacrifice isn’t cute sis

WYATT WHAT THE FUCK

He claims to care about her and yet

Deletes the fucking voicemail from her mom??????????

What???????

Christ stef is fucking crying

Sh: my love…

STEF AND HER MOM BOTH CALL PPL MY LOVE 

SO FUCKING CUTE

Now wyatt is playing the good guy???F???

Okay hold up

Look

Callie and brandon are both at fault for kissing each other at stef and lena’s wedding

which was SO cute btw

the wedding not the gross kiss

I will say that callie, who was literally r*ped by L*am, was incredibly emotionally volatile then bc everything with him had been stirred up and she just found out he wouldn’t go to jail

No one would be surprised if she did something impulsive and self destructive bc of the trauma, especially something related to having an inappropriate relationship with a foster brother

Brandon knew about all of this and he wasn’t having flashbacks or a bunch of trauma about anything 

He should have stopped her or at least pushed her away 

And he didn’t 

I’m not saying Callie isn’t at fault too, what I am saying is that brandon had more responsibility in that situation and didn’t do what a decent person would do

WYATT AND BRANDON ARE BOTH BAD FOR CALLIE

SHE DOESN’T NEED A RELATIONSHIP RN SHE NEEDS A LOVING SUPPORTIVE FAMILY

Callie is so clearly sprialing rn

At least Wyatt is actually trying to help her

No one can handle a stressful situation in this show

I can’t describe how much I hate the pseudo end of the fucking world energy they’re going for

At least wyatt had the decency to not immediately try to share a bed w her

I like how flustered he gets cuddling her

That’s cute at least

I don’t like that callie didn’t consider that sharing a bed would make him nervous or uncomfy

OH SHIT THERE THEY ARE

MOMS HAVE ENTERED THE CHAT

And now callie, feeling trapped again, is going to run away yet again

And do something impulsive

Yet again

Jfc

Look I have trauma and a strong fight or flight response too, but I dont hurt the people I love

Hitching a ride with a trucker??????????? She’s going to put herself in a very avoidable irreversibly bad situation

I love mike getting to be a good dad figure

It’s rare with the whole alcoholic plot

I really hate that too btw

He has a comforting presence

Let him be a good dad

Mariana you can want to be vegan but pls don’t be a toxic vegan

Let people make their own choices

I love frazzled mike trying to be a good dad

I wish mariana would be a little bit more of a problem solver

If she doesn’t want any animal products or peanut butter offer to make your own lunch maybe??????

I hate how fast Jesus and Mariana forgave brandon after the whole “We ToOk YoU iN wHeN NoOnE eLsE wAnTeD yOu!!! sTeF iS mY mOm!!!!” bullshit

“Mom’s car won’t start” lmao

What the actual fuck callie 

If she’s this at risk for such self destructive behavior she needs way more help

HOT GIRL WITH PINK MULLET

MARRY ME

Oh god not the begging for a job scene

I hate this part

I’m a little over half way done with the episode so I’ll cut it here, part 2 will be up shortly

#the fosters #anti brallie #netflix #show review #idk what else to tag this #s1e11 #the fosters s1e11 #watch with bee

[azucanela]

Hiya! Hope you’re doing well! I have a questions just because I’m a little co fused and think I might have missed/misunderstood something. On your 1k celebration master list, you had a request for “forbidden lovers for Mako” on it but now it’s not there? Have you decided not to do that request now? It’s completely okay if you don’t want to do it but I’d jus like to clarify if that’s okay. Please enjoy your night and stay safe! I adore your blog!!

hi there, im sorry for the confusion! i got a lil overwhelmed by the fact that i decided to do 25 fics[thats a lot] so i posted about potentially knocking it down to 15-20 and then ended up doing that. i made sure to leave the other mako request because i already had an idea for that though :D

have a nice night as well bb and thank you <3

#azucanela asks #azucanela 1k #asjkhdkjahsd im sorry #i got #estresso #so i knocked it down #<3

[spin-birdie]

"do you think they can hear us through the tent?" "yes we can." - jericho on a camping trip when markus and connor get frisky in the middle of the night or something?

oh my god

word count: 1k

pairing: rk1k

additional tags: post-canon, oral sex, connor doesnt have a dick in this one because i say so, interfacing, disgruntled jericrew

Markus wraps his arms around Connor, encouraging him to climb into Markus’ lap as their kiss becomes more heated. Almost immediately, Connor ruts his hips against Markus, licking tentatively into his mouth with a sigh.

“Do you still hate camping?” Markus whispers against Connor’s lips, only briefly before they resume kissing. He slips his hand down between their bodies, dipping below Connor’s sweatpants to palm the featureless plain between Connor’s legs. He earns another breathy sound and a shudder in response.

Connor’s hand slides down to wrap around Markus’ length, eliciting a sharp gasp when he slowly pumps up and down. He pulls away just long enough to respond before trailing kisses down Markus’ neck. “Let’s just say I’d enjoy it a lot less if you weren’t here.”

“If you-- you wanna see me in swimwear more often, you can say it,” Markus teases. They went swimming in the nearby lake yesterday, and the way Connor looked at Markus in nothing but shorts didn’t go unnoticed.

While Connor rolls his eyes exasperatedly, he still sounds fond when he says, “Shut up and kiss me.”

And for several minutes, that’s all they do, lazily making out and rocking against each other’s hands. All too soon, Markus feels his pleasure mounting, but they both know it isn’t enough for Connor to get off like this. He swats Connor’s hand away and breaks the kiss, threading his fingers through Connor’s hair.

“You close?” Connor guesses.

“Yeah.”

Connor hums and leans in to peck Markus on the lips. “Can I suck you?”

Markus swallows thickly. “God, please.”

With a smirk, Connor pulls the blanket away from Markus and lowers his head, kissing down Markus’ body as he goes. He pulls Markus’ sweatpants down just enough to free his cock and immediately takes it in his hand again, stroking lazily and mouthing at the base. Markus trembles at the sensation, one hand carding through Connor’s hair, the other linking fingers with Connor to open an interface.

Markus lets Connor tease him for a little longer than he normally does, but eventually pulls Connor’s hair and guides him towards the head of his dick. Connor looks up at him with a hooded, almost playful gaze, sliding his tongue down the underside of the head.

“Connor...”

“I know.”

Without warning, Connor sinks down and takes all of Markus into his mouth in one go. Markus throws his head back and emits a startled moan, tightening his grasp on Connor’s hand and sending his own pleasure through their connection. In turn, Connor lets out a low moan, the vibration of the noise sending more pleasure through Markus’ body in an ever-growing cycle.

Between the noise he’s making and the sight of Connor swallowing around his cock, Markus has never been more grateful that they took a second tent with them.

Connor’s free hand is focused on holding Markus down, preventing him from bucking into Connor’s mouth, but that doesn’t stop him from trying. He pulls Connor further down on his cock, inadvertently choking him and forcing him to pull off.

“Easy,” Connor chuckles, clearing his throat. “And keep it down. I don’t wanna wake up the others.”

“Do you think they can hear us through the tent?”

“I’d rather not risk it.”

Markus shrugs complacently, and Connor sinks back down. To Markus’ credit, he starts out making less noise than before, but then Connor does something wicked with his tongue that has him arching and groaning frantically.

“Haah-- Whatever you jus-just did-- Do that again.”

Connor does, this time pressing his tongue right against Markus’ frenulum, and Markus promptly forgets how to breathe. He spreads his legs, breathlessly pleading for more as his fingers tighten in Connor’s hair. In a matter of minutes, Markus is approaching the precipice again.

“Oh, God-- Connor, please, let m-- Le-Let me fuck your mouth. Oh my God, please--”

The hand pinning Markus down moves to knead his ass instead, allowing him to hold Connor’s head still and rock up into his mouth, into that wet, perfect heat. Any thoughts about volume control quickly evaporate into thoughts of Connor and yes and more. He holds Connor’s hand with unnatural force, like he physically can’t get close enough to show Connor everything he feels.

With a shout, he finally comes down Connor’s throat, shuddering through it as Connor swallows and licks it all up like a starving man. When Markus is spent and oversensitive, Connor lets him slip out with a slick pop, resting his head against Markus’ thigh. He gazes up at Markus, looking dizzy and sated with drool on his chin.

Markus runs his fingers through Connor’s hair affectionately. “You’re filthy.”

“And you’re loud,” Connor retorts.

“Are you sure the others can hear us?”

“Yes, we can,” says Josh from the adjacent tent.

Connor yelps in surprise, lifting his head suddenly, while Markus nearly jumps out of his skin.

There’s a tense pause. “How many of you are awake?” Markus asks.

“All of us, for the past five minutes,” North says.

“Ten, for me,” Simon murmurs.

Markus just wants to sink into the ground right about now. “Um...sorry, guys.”

“You could’ve said something sooner!” Connor sputters.

North makes a noncommittal noise. “We wouldn’t have gained anything from interrupting you.”

Thinking it over, she’s right. It’d be just as awkward whether they spoke up during or afterward, and going back to sleep with ‘unfinished’ business wouldn’t have been ideal, either. Connor seems to realize this, the annoyed indignance draining from his face. “That’s... Goddammit, fine.”

“Can we just go back to sleep now?” Simon grumbles. “And ideally never talk about this again?”

“I’m okay with that,” Markus agrees. “Sorry again, and... Yeah, goodnight.”

Various muffled calls of “Goodnight,” come from the other tent, and everything goes silent. Markus pulls his sweatpants up and opens his arms, inviting Connor to lie on his chest. He pulls the blanket over them both and plants a gentle kiss on Connor’s forehead.

“Love you,” he whispers.

“I love you too,” Connor replies.

For a few minutes, all is silent. Just as Markus is about to slip into stasis, he hears Connor’s voice in his head.

“I’m going to have to gag you the next time we have sex, aren’t I?”

Markus’ face flushes. “Maybe. I don’t know. Shut up and go to sleep.”

He feels Connor shake with laughter as he drifts off to sleep.

#dbh #detroit become human #rk1k #rk1000 #conkus #fanfiction #original #lemon #fluff #just a little bit

[hemogobbler]

Winter Warmer

A short (1k), fun catradora fic. Hopefully it keeps you as warm as it kept me writing it! Set shortly after a post-redemption arc, Catra drags Adora’s drunk ass home on the eve of Bright Moon’s big winter celebration. Teen + up, feedback always appreciated, merry xmas! Ao3 link.

Catra kicked open the door and brought a messy, uncoordinated Adora through, who was still giggling. ‘Twas the night before Bright Moon’s winter celebration, and Adora was positive she would be sleeping through the feast tomorrow. It was too cold to be anywhere but Catra’s arms, anyway.

She found herself nuzzling into Catra’s neck, who propped her up while holding the Sword of Protection in her other hand. Adora’s room was scarce, only furnished with pictures of friends and the occasional exotic weapon - the outline of an axe glowed pink in the moonlight, resting safely in the corner. It was the one thing Adora could see, save for the shadow of an inviting bed.

“You missed the light switch,” mumbled Adora, smelling of Bright Moon’s finest selection of booze. 

‘Winter warmers,’ Glimmer called them, when Queen Angella brought out the royal selection and insisted that Glimmer have only one. She didn’t listen, naturally, and Bow had a difficult time keeping her civil.

“Don’t need it,” Catra winked at her. 

Blue and yellow eyes easily found the bed, and she deftly avoided a few thumbtacks on the floor that she recognized as Adora’s revision materials. She swatted them away with her tail and lowered Adora gently down, one arm wrapped all the way around her back and holding her shoulder.

For Adora, at that moment, time slowed. Catra’s eyes seemed to burn, and it illuminated her face. She was smirking, that cocky smile that Adora knew took so much pleasure in seeing her helpless. Smiling back, she reached out and touched Catra’s hair with one hand, then both, and ran her fingers through it, reveling in its sheer mass and, as she reached her cheeks, the warmth of her skin.

Whatever words Adora had died as her head hit the pillow. An uncomfortably loud groan of relief escaped her. 

“Ohh… that’s good. THAT is GOOD.”

“You are a disaster,” Catra laughed. “Where d’you want the sword?” She held it, swaying like a pendulum, between just a few fingers. She was still not friends with it.

“Eh, jus - just under the bed’s fine.”

“Really?” Catra asked, incredulous. “This almighty sword of the goddess? Just dump it with all your flashcards? What if some lovable rogue strolled by in the dead of the night and snatched it while the drunken princess was sleeping?” 

She eyed the sword once more before dropping it. She kicked it under the bed before sitting down next to Adora. She began trailing a finger over Adora’s arm, at times reaching her palm and clasping around her hand.

“Any sneaky kitty trying that would be LOATHE to encounter my hyper-alert sense of hearing and - and freakin’ YEARS of elite training and - ”

“‘Would be loathe?’” Catra snickered. “Wow, you are drunk, I don’t even know what you’re saying. How much did you have?”

“I didn’t have any! It was She-Ra!” Adora proclaimed.

“Classic. Blame She-Ra. You were the one who demanded a drinking contest with Seahawk.” She tucked a hand underneath Adora’s blouse and tickled her tummy, eliciting shrieks of laughter until Adora admitted fault.

“Okay, you win! Stop! Stop! I was just helping him get the party started, and it worked. Turns out even the stuffy old castle dwellers can’t resist watching She-Ra bench a barrel of ancient mulberry cider,” She paused. “And then drink it.” Adora flushed and held her stomach. “Anyway, Seahawk looked so sad before Mermista arrived. I had to do something,” Adora spoke with a genuine, heartfelt tone that Catra immediately noticed.

“Yeah, that’s my b. I told him she wasn’t coming,” Catra shrugged, and Adora returned a furious, sober gaze. “What? He’s annoying!”

“Catra, that’s so mean! You need to apologize!” She decoupled her hand from Catra’s. Catra held Adora’s cheek instead.

“Yeah, I’m not gonna do that. And you’re totally gonna forget by tomorrow so I think I’m off the hook,” She stuck her tongue out.

“I promise you I will remember this out of spite,” Adora said, yawning and placing her hand on top of Catra’s. “You’ll see.” Adora was beginning to drift off, becoming more incoherent as her blue eyes faded into darkness. “I thought… big muscles.... big metabolism…”

Catra, still holding her cheek, leaned in close. Adora’s soft, short breaths relaxed into longer ones, though they were still just as smelly as they hit Catra’s nose. She didn’t mind. Adora’s hair fell loose with the flick of a claw, and smelt much nicer than her breath. Cheek-to-cheek, Catra whispered in her ear.

“Hey, Adora.”

“Mhm?” Adora’s eyes lazily opened, her last thread of consciousness all but severed. She noticed how close Catra was; still cradling her face, touching her ear, body resting on hers now, and her heart jumped.

“Earrings,” Catra remarked, gingerly unhooking Adora’s simple golden loops and placing them on the side in two swift motions, head never leaving Adora’s side. Catra backed up slightly and looked at her with that smile.

Before Adora could muddle together a drowsy thank you, she felt Catra’s lips press against hers. They closed their eyes and hardly moved, enjoying the pure feeling of closeness. Catra tenderly held Adora’s bottom lip, stroking the back of her head carefully. Circling her arms around Catra’s sides, Adora let out a quiet, content moan as she gave her an affectionate squeeze. Catra tried to pull back but Adora moved in, determined to make it last a second longer. They reopened their eyes as Catra withdrew.

“Mulberry? Not bad, I guess,” Catra said, licking her lips. “Or maybe that’s all you.”

Adora couldn’t speak for a time, and Catra thought she might have fallen asleep again, or was about to throw up. She really hoped it was the former.

“I love you, Catra,” Adora’s words broke the night. They were so gentle, so tired and yet so firm. Catra was thankful for the darkness surrounding them: it made everything just two shades. So much easier to speak, and so encouraged by the death of the day.

“Love you too, Adora, I do.”

A peck on the forehead later and Adora was asleep, while Catra, on her midnight walk back, thought hard about apologizing to Seahawk.

#catradora #catradora fic #spop #she ra #she ra 2018 #ty for reading <3 #she ra netflix #fluff #fic