#it's supposed to be 88 here tomorrow

[kpopjust4u]

I’m the boss of you.

Post Date: 12th August 2022 Content: Smut (Angst-ish) - NCT Yuta x Reader  WC: 3.1K TW?: CEO!Yuta/ Employee!Reader/ Playboy!Yuta/ Office sex/ Unestablished Relationship/ Coworkers with benefits/ Degrading/ Spanking/ Penetration/ Quickie/ Hair pulling Request?: Yes Masterlist                                    Prompt list

Prompts 49 - “Are you jealous?” 67 - “Oh you like that huh?” 88 - “Don’t tempt me”

“Have you heard the news?” your coworker whispers in your ear as you stack the files neatly on the shelf. Immediately your attention peaks, of course, you’ve always loved the work gossip so how couldn’t you resist reacting to this? 

“No, what’s happened?” you ask, wide-eyed at your coworker who’s grinning ear-to-ear, the look you knew all too well that this was no basic, boring gossip for a change.

“Mr Nakamoto has a new assistant, and she starts tomorrow,” they sing in surprise, as your face falls to the news, but fighting it back with an eye roll and a blank face, pretending like that wasn’t a personal burn considering you’re one of his best employees.

“She’s not gonna last long, does she even know what a dick he is? I bet 10 bucks that she’s not gonna last a week,” you scoff to them, shaking hands on the deal. 

However, what you hoped turned out to be your real-life nightmare, his new assistant stayed for way longer than a week and seemed to not be budging from the position anytime soon.

“Is she really still here?” you sigh, watching her strut into Yuta’s office, hair falling down and waving like she’s just come out of an advertisement for hair products. 

“Unfortunately so,” the coworker whispers in reply, also watching her with you, clicking their tongue before going back to their work.

“It’s so irritating,” you scoff, hating the fact that she gets to work alongside Yuta. 

You shouldn’t be jealous of her, but for one, you should’ve been given that job, and secondly, she’s uncomfortable close to him. There was clearly flirting going on between the two of them and it boiled your blood to the point you’d turn red from disgust. What you’d do to be that close to him, you put up a facade that you really don’t like him but in reality, every time he’s in the room, your heart skips a beat or two. 

“Someone’s getting jealous~” your coworker sings as the leans in towards you, distracting you away from looking at his office door, face red from anger.

“I’m so not jealous,” you bite through gritted teeth, giving them a stern look before finding something to occupy yourself with. 

All your coworker could do was scoff and roll away on their chair, not wanting to pry at you but it was written all over your face. You WERE jealous but they needed to know what about, not realising if she guessed about the new assistant she’d be correct in so many ways. 

The assistant comes out of the office, flaunting her stuff as she struts towards the both of you, “Mr Nakamoto needs these done and on his desk by tomorrow morning,” she sings, but looks at you, giving you the side eye.

She struts back off before you could even say anything to her. Does she even do any work that she’s supposed to do, surely the work she’s dropped in front of you was for her to do but you, but you couldn’t even dispute about it.

Picking up the mound of work she left on your desk, you sign, dropping it onto the floor next to you before attempting to get your coworker's attention, “You’re right, I’m jealous. If I was his assistant, this place would be so much better”. 

Your coworker’s eyes fly open in surprise at your sudden outburst, nodding in agreement to the statement, “I don’t know why he hired her anyway,” they whisper, carefully watching the door before inching closer again.

“I don’t know, but I’ll have her job. One way or another. Then maybe Mr Nakamoto would appreciate me, if you get my drift,” you wink at them, receiving the smallest giggle which turned into silence the minute a sharp huff sounds behind the both of you.

“Shouldn’t you be working?” the voice is deep, sending shivers down your spine as you attempt to turn around to apologise, but get greeted by a short smirk and wink off your boss. 

“Now get back to it. Miss, Y/L/N, I’ll see you at the end of your shift,” he orders, storming back out of the room, slamming his office door behind him. 

“I’m in trouble now,” you scoff, flustered from the wink still. 

“Let me know how it goes,” your coworker asks, as you nod in reply. 

After that, you knew you just had to get on with your job, papers flying around everywhere from the productivity of work to prove that you are a good worker, and to get the job done efficiently as well as properly. 

Though, as the clock ticked by, closer to the time of your shift ending, you start to feel tense. Your forehead starts to sweat a little. Is it warm in here or is it just your nerves making overthink it all? 

You’ve only ever been called into his office once in the 4 years you’ve been working for him, and that was because he needed you to train the newbie that ended up becoming your work best friend.

Tapping your pen on the desk, your legs start to follow suit, trembling from nerves under the table. All you could do was focus on the clock, how each minute seemed to be getting faster and faster with the built-up anticipation.

Five minutes go by and you’re ready to clock out, grabbing all of your belongings and turning to the office door. You’re hesitant to knock, you could barely breathe a foot away from his door. It was like the closer you got, the more suffocating it became. 

“It’s nothing, just a small row for chatting. It’s nothing,” you reassure yourself under your breath, taking a moment in an attempt to calm your nerves before your fists gently knock on the wooded door, the entrance to his place.

“Come in,” the deep voice calls from behind it, not really helping your nerves as you slowly turn the handle, letting yourself in. 

You take a moment to take a glance around you. You were the last and only person left in the office apart from Yuta. You really were in trouble. You curse at yourself, hoping that it was just something small so you could leave almost immediately. You’ve never been on your own in the building with him before, and the fact that you’d do anything, ANYTHING, to get your way with him. It just made things worse.

“Evening, Sir,” you say confidently, making sure that you’re strong with respect to not piss him off even further. 

He looks up from his desk, a smirk creeping onto his face as he offers you the seat in front of him, “Please, sit”.

Though it felt like you were walking on eggshells, you maintain your confidence, walking towards the chair before sitting in it, back straight, a leg crossed over the other and your hands placed carefully in your lap. 

With a sharp sigh, he placed the papers in his hands carefully down on the table, plucking and fixing his tie before making eye contact with you, “We need to talk about your behaviour”.

Of course, of course, you needed to. What else could it possibly be, is it because you didn’t give his new assistant a warm welcome, or is it for chatting at work? You really could never have guessed. 

Acting innocently, you look deep into his eyes, momentarily getting lost in them before replying, “My behaviour, Sir?”.

“Yes, your behaviour. Some little birdy told me that you’ve not been working and just chatting, ignoring them whenever they’re in the room and when you do talk to them, it’s all attitude. Please explain to me why that is?” he structures, giving you a chance, to be honest, but of course, you knew exactly who this little birdy was and you weren’t going to give her the satisfaction of agreeing. 

Posing yourself, you make sure to keep eye contact with him though you found it difficult to stick on track, earning his trust by being “forward” with him. 

“I can promise you, Sir. I have not done such things, I have talked with my colleagues during office times. I probably shouldn’t do as much as I do, but there is no way I would mistreat a member of your staff,” you reply, hands shaking.

Yuta takes a moment to think, watching you carefully as he does. The way he gets up out of his chair scares you, and puts you on edge as he walks heavily around the table, standing upright in front of you.

Leaning over you a little as he leans back on his desk, with arms crossed, his eyes go dark, “Are you jealous of Miss Jones?” he questions, a slight tone of mocking in his voice. 

Baffled by his accusation, - though to be true - you look at him in disbelief, “Absolutely not, she’s a fantastic assistant,” you lie through gritted teeth but he could see right through you. 

Clicking his tongue, he lifts a finger to your chin, perking it up a little so he could properly look at your face. 

“I think you’re lying. “I’ll have her job, one way or another. Maybe then he’ll appreciate me,” he recites what you said from earlier on, catching you off guard. 

Did he hear that? Oh, you’re so in trouble now.

Just as he was about to speak again, the door clicks behind you. “Yuta, I-” the familiar voice sings, stopping in her tracks when you turn to look at her. 

“I forgot my jacket, may I?” she flutters her eyes at him, wanting to make you vomit at the sight. Just as she leaves, she rubs a hand down Yuta’s arm and you swore you saw red. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” she flirts before heading out of the door, making deep eye contact with you, smirking as she closes it behind her.

As much as you knew you should bite your tongue, how could you possibly do so after that, “So all assistants sleep with their boss to keep their job, I see how it is,” you hiss, irritated from the start of “a little bird told me”. 

In utter disbelief, Yuta had nothing to say in reply, respecting you for calling him out even though he hadn’t actually slept with her. How could he, he’s been purposely getting you jealous to get you to this point. You didn’t actually realise that he’s been watching you carefully, he knew you were the perfect fit for the job, but he wanted more than just a work assistant. How hard were you going to work for that?

Scoffing to himself in amusement from your reaction to Miss Jones, he couldn’t help but pry, “So you are jealous, mhm?” he asks in a lower tone than before. 

You struggled to put words together, almost instantly regretting ever opening your mouth at him. 

“For the record, she’s not the one I want,” he changes quickly, pinching your chin before using his thumb to drag your bottom lip down, “She’s not you”. 

The moment those words left his mouth, it felt like someone was punching your stomach, you wanted to be sick. Not in a bad way, but how you’d never expect those words to come out of his mouth about you. 

“Me... Me?” you stutter, attempting to look anywhere other than him but he made it impossible to, holding your chin in place to face him. 

“I want to know what you’ve got underneath that little skimpy pencil skirt of yours, I want to know what I’m getting with my new assistant,” he growls in your ear, making your core soaked with each word he let roll off the tip of his tongue. 

It was like he had some spell over you, you couldn’t do anything or think of anything other than him, how you wanted him to be so deep inside of you, completely ruining you. Though this was no random thought of the moment, it’s a regular one but amplified at this moment. 

“Did you mean what you said earlier?” he asks,  “One way or another you’re going to get Miss Jones’ job? Well this is your chance, baby girl,” he licks your neck, subtly kissing up it as he leaves marks trailed until he gets to your jawline, kissing along it. 

All you could do was a nod to his question, unsure of how to correctly answer him verbally, but he had an option for you to prove it. 

“Stand up!” he grunts, pulling you up off the seat before bending you over his desk, “Let me see what’s under that little skirt,” he says, pulling up the hem of the skirt, revealing your ass bare to the world, with very little of your panties covering it.

“Such a slut, wearing a thong under that skirt for work, tut tut,” he teases, rubbing your ass cheeks, caressing them in his hands before striking with a harsh, stinging slap. 

The slap on your ass cheek was sure to leave a handprint, but you didn’t seem to care all that much, you were finally getting his attention in the way you’ve always wanted it, moaning and crying out every time he strikes again on your ass. 

“3,” he counted each slap, watching your ass jiggle after every strike, “This is for behaving so badly in the workplace,” he adds, grunting as he sends a fourth down on you. 

The moans that left your lip made him happy, his bulge wanting to burst through the trousers at the sight of you over his desk, how he’s always wanted you, “Oh, you like that huh?” he hisses, with the fifth and last strike that he gives you. 

“Yes, Sir,” you comply, not wanting to misbehave just in case it ruins any chance of you actually getting what you want. 

“Good,” he briefly replies, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his trousers, “Are you sure you want to do this?” he asks, the only time you’ve ever heard him be so thoughtful of you but how could he be so stupid? Of course, you wanted to.

Using the table as support, you push yourself back into him, wiggling your ass on his bare and hard cock in his hand, teasing the tip against your clothes core. 

Taking it as a yes, he scoffs in amusement to himself, carefully pushing your underwear to the side before thrusting into you, making you gasp for air as he fills you up and stretches you out.

“Fuck!” you scream, pulsating around his cock as he presses himself deep into you, making you almost lightheaded from the pressure he was building inside of you. 

Knowing there was no chance of him being sweet and going gentle on you, you braced yourself to be fucked senseless, and of course, that’s what you get. 

With each thrust, the bare skin of his hips slams against your ass cheeks, vibrating them as he continuously fucks you hard and deep, digging his fingers into your hips. 

“Who’s pretty little cunt is this?” he hisses, pounding into you like no tomorrow.

“Yours...” you just about manage to stifle, screaming and moaning every time the tip of his cock punched the top of your walls inside of you, “Yours, Sir!”. 

“That’s right, you dirty fucking whore,” he groans, picking up his pace, pushing right up on his desk so there was no space for you to move. 

His hips moved like liquid as they join with your ass briefly before slamming back into it again repetitively, and at a quicker pace. 

“Cum all over this cock, pretty girl,” he groans, reaching down to grab a fistful of your hair, pulling your head upwards as he never lets his cock fall out of you. 

It was like he’s done this a million times before, like he knew how to make someone cum so quick because the knot started to become tighter and tighter in your abdomen, pulling with every thrust that he made, making you gasp for air every time he hits the top of your walls whilst pulling your hair. 

You struggled to prop yourself on your tip-toes as her mercilessly fucks all kinks of living shits out of you, legs going weak and trembling from the pleasure, the knot ready to bust open with every thrust.

“I’m gonna...” you cry, holding onto the desk for dear life as your legs almost give up under you, and the only support you had was Yuta holding you up.

“Good, do it for me, doll, cum for me,” he orders, as your walls clenched around him, making him realise he’s closer than he thought too.

Seeing you come undone on his cock was his favourite thing he’s ever seen, and the best thing he’s ever felt, not letting you move until he follows suit, his warm juices filling you up to the brim. The sound was full of screaming and moaning, the sound of skin slapping together mixed with the sound of your wet pussy being fucked. 

“Sir, please. I can’t... much... longer...” you whimper, needing to cum a second time as he slows down his pace, letting you come all undone on his cock once again before pulling out slowly, watching his cum ooze out of you with satisfaction written all over his face. 

“Fuck,” you cry, struggling to stand up straight without your legs wanting to cave in from the added weight when you stood up. “It’s okay, I got you,” he softly says, pulling down your skirt as he helps you back onto the chair. 

He turned you into a cock hungry mess, and only for him, and he knew exactly what he did. But boy, he was never going to let another guy have the chance to even look at you again. He’s claimed you as his, to protect, to worship and to fuck whenever he pleases. 

“Now, I want you here in my office at 6 .am. sharp tomorrow,” he orders, acting as though he didn’t just make a whore out of you.

“Bite me,” you hiss, you really didn’t want to be in at that time but oh was it going to be so worth it after this? 

“Don’t tempt me,” he winks, assisting you to the door, and opening it.

Before he could even let you out of his sight, he pulls you in by your waist, arm wrapped around it tightly and kisses you passionately. You both wished it could’ve lasted longer but the audible gasp from behind you put it to a stop. 

As your lips disconnect, you whip your head around to see Miss Jones standing there in complete shock, dropping the coffees that she’d gone out and bought for Yuta. As payback, you couldn’t help but smirk at her, forcing another kiss on his lips before strutting off, capturing the best thing you’ve heard him say to anyone. 

“You’re fired,” he calmly tells her, as he storms off crying, budging past you, almost knocking you over. 

You knew you shouldn’t but you laughed, walking out behind, feeling like the luckiest girl on the planet. 

#kpop #kpop blog #kpop reactions #kpop scenarios #kpop imagines #kpop fanfic #nct #nct reactions #nct scenarios #nct imagines #nct imagines yuta #nct yuta #nakamoto yuta #nct yuta imagines #nct yuta smut #nct hard hours #yuta nakamoto smut #yuta hard hours

[asexualbert]

Guess what

The dragons are back

Finally wrote some more Thing; this time we're paying attention to the baby! Have some smol pre-dragonification Timbit for the soul (because it only gets worse for him from here)

Timothy Drake was also a detective. Just like Batman. And being a detective meant using evidence to solve problems and figure out facts that no one had told him directly; and all of the evidence Tim had pointed very clearly to the fact that Timothy Drake was big now.

———

Timothy Drake was five years old (and a half); he'd been in the first grade for a whole week now, since winter break ended, because he was "a very clever boy;" and Mama and Father had said they trusted him to be good and take care of himself for the afternoon, since his new nanny wasn't going to be there until tomorrow, because he was a "responsible young man."

Tim knew lots about being big; he'd been looking forward to it because being little wasn't much fun. (He was the littlest kid in his new class and Bobby Nelson had been teasing him for it all week, which was very rude in Tim's opinion; Bobby Nelson wasn't even that much bigger than he was!)

One of the things that Tim knew about being big was that it meant you were responsible and knew how to do things. Being big also meant that you could take care of yourself which was good, because Tim couldn't find his bus buddy anywhere and the bell had rung forever ago now.

But that was ok. Because Timothy Drake was big now, so he could manage all on his own.

—–-–—

Everything was going perfectly smoothly when the bus arrived at Tim's stop.

Usually, his nanny would pick him up and drive him the rest of the way home, but Ms. Katie wasn't his nanny anymore so today he would be taking a regular, not-school bus.

Tim was a little bit nervous; he'd never taken a bus all by himself before; but he was a very responsible young man, so Mama and Father knew he could do it.

He knew what he was supposed to do: he was to walk two streets over to the bus stop and wait for bus number 88. He was not to wander off and make a problem of himself. He had to be good and focused and keep his head out of the clouds.

Mama and Father hated when he got distracted.

—–-–—

Tim had gotten nearly to the bus stop when something caught his eye partway down an alleyway. There was something shining in the dim afternoon light but he couldn't tell what it was even though he had excellent eyesight. (That was what Father had said when he asked about Jimmy Carlsons going to an eye doctor last year: that Tim didn't have to go there because he had excellent eyesight.)

Tim knew he wasn't supposed to run off. He was very close to Park Row, and Ms. Katie said that that was a bad place where he didn't want to get lost. Tim didn't want to get lost anywhere, but apparently this was an extra bad place to do it.

He really wanted to know what was over there though. He was a detective and so he was supposed to find evidences. It would only take a minute anyway, and his bus wasn't coming for another fifteen. What if it was related to a case Batman was solving? Maybe it was important and Tim would be a real detective just like Batman and Robin!

Tim was already moving before he'd even decided.

—–-–—

A batarang.

There was a real, actual, metal batarang stuck in a garbage can.

Batman had probably thrown it. Or maybe even Robin!

He wasn't sure if he should touch it... It was probably very sharp. But maybe Batman would want it back, and Tim could meet him for real to give it to him. And he could be very careful not to touch the sharp bits and…

—–-–—

Timothy Drake was a very clever, responsible young man, but sometimes he got distracted. Mama and Father hated that he could never stay focused on things but sometimes he focused on things too hard and forgot to pay attention, and they didn’t like that either.

As he very carefully touched the batarang, to figure out which bits were ok to touch, he focused too hard and forgot to notice the other person coming into the alleyway.

He didn't notice until he felt something stabbing his neck and started feeling queasy and sleepy and, as the world went dark, it became hard to properly notice anything at all.

#dragon AU #its back! #Tim Drake #batfamily au #kidnapping #non consensual drug use #it's implied but like pretty blatantly #this one's actually not so bad #Timmy's just kinda vibin' right up until the end

[fell-court]

Today’s gameplay progress:

I reached level 90 as a black mage at last!!!! Part of me still feels a bit bad that I didn’t make this the first class I reached the level cap as, considering that it was the class I started the game as, but.. doing it this way has meant I was using it for lots of the story, so that was nice at least. I also just barely got to level 89 as a reaper, so that should get to the cap very nicely as well soon!

Speaking of the story, I made it to the last level 88 main story quest today! I believe this means I have 15 quests left of Endwalker, but there are multiple trials and dungeons included in those quests, so.. I’m not 100% sure I will be able to get through them all by the end of tomorrow. I can certainly try, though!

I would have continued playing more story this evening after I got back, but I ended up creating a design for Tsutsuji’s ancient instead! Her name is Kirsion, a Greek word that I believe gave rise to the Latin Cirsium, which is a genus of thistle. And also reminds me a lot of Circe, the sorceress.

Here is a picture of what she looks like! Hopefully it gets her vibes across, hehe

Kirsion was the holder of the seat of Azem in my version of events, because she fits the personality traits given in the game - such as “being a headache to her colleagues” - rather perfectly, ahaha. She’s chaotic, endlessly energetic, and a whirlwind of activity and enthusiasm; she does whatever she likes whenever she likes, whether it’s modifying her robes or bouncing off towards a new adventure, and she’s not going to let other people’s opinions stop her from barrelling into action! If any original concept can be attributed to her, it’s her namesake purple flower that she modelled after the spikiness of her hair - which is, of course, nowadays known as a thistle!

That’s all that I really have for now, apart from one thing.. but i like the idea of it being a bit of a secret, so let’s go under the readmore to talk about it.

You may be thinking that Kirsion’s thistle theming is supposed to complement Tsutsuji’s azalea theming. Both of their names mean those respective flowers, so both of them are based on each respective flower, right?

Well, they’re actually both thistle-themed, in fact! This is because Tsutsuji’s real name is Azami, which is the Japanese word for thistles. My initial plan was to actually have her ancient also be called Azami, especially after finding out that Azem is pronounced with the same sort of “ah” sound at the beginning (as opposed to how I’d been reading it in my head, which was more like “ei-zem”, like the letter A). However, I thought the idea of naming her ancient after a common ancestor of azaleas and thistles might be fun, except I couldn’t really find much information on that, especially since there are a lot more flowers known as thistles than I had been aware of. This then led me to look into the etymology of the word “thistle” itself, and that is how I settled on Kirsion (which also better fits the overall Greek theming of much of the world unsundered).

That’s all I had to say~

#a voidsent voice 🜸 #gameplay tag #sort of #ah crumbs I shouldn’t have done this on my phone #I need to actually log back into tumblr on my computer at some point so I can add all the proper tags #endwalker spoilers #maybe just in case

[irishgolfadventure]

Happy Mother’s Day

Happy Mother’s Day to all the Mom’s who are taking the time to read the IrishGolfAdventure blog! Kim’s Mother’s Day consisted of a big Irish Breakfast, a Mother’s Day card that I had in my duffel bag which was a bit road weary, a small gift and a round of golf! Can you imagine that....golf in Ireland. Unfortunately, the golf didn’t count as a gift so now I’m down one:-)

The course we played today was Sligo County Golf Club at Rosses Point. It was the best manicured course we have played so far and they had some of the best practice facilities too. The course itself was, as all of them have been so far, scenic and challenging. It was different in that it wasn’t as rugged as some of the links courses.  The heather wasn’t has predominant nor as thick as the other courses. There were a lot of elevation changes and you had panoramic views of the mountains and the ocean from most all of the holes.

Kim played really well. She was hitting her driver well and her chipping was LPGA like....well that may be a little exaggeration but it was very good.  Our caddie’s were two fine young Irish lads, Sam McDonahy and Jack Flannigan. Sam is just finishing an MBA and going to work for Grant Thornton and Jack is in his third year of university. Both were good golfers in their own right and were some of the best caddie’s we have had yet!

I carded an 88 today, paring 3 out of the first five holes and not seeing another one until the 11th & the 15th. Stayed out of trouble most of the day and with only one penalty stroke for an unplayable lie.

After the round we left for Doonbeg, a three hour trip on mostly good roads until the last 20 miles and then we discovered that Doonbeg was in the middle of nowhere, some would say nowhere Eygpt!! Yes, it is on the coast but to get here the last 20 miles consisted of roads that were at best one and a half lanes and at worst one lane. On the one lane roads there were places to pull to the side to let an oncoming car pass but in places you would just have to back your car up to let a car pass. All part of the experience!!

We arrived without incident and without driver or passenger losing it when directions got sketchy (damn GPS, when am I really supposed to turn!!!) or the passenger side of the car got too close to the stone walls that bracket some parts of the roadway.

Once again, I hope all you mothers out there had a wonderful Mother’s Day, you deserve it!! Until tomorrow, gb

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Shower

Steve Rogers x You (Reader)

Warning: Swearing

College AU, Friends to Lovers, Pure Fluff

Summary: You want, no, need to shower, while waiting for Steve, your best friend.

One peek out of the window, and you squint because of the blazing sun. You have never experienced a scorching summer before, but apparently this year someone or something definitely launched ten sun-beam amplifiers to melt down the entire city. You have lived in this damn city for about two dozen years, yet this seems to be the hottest day in your life, if not tomorrow.

Not seeing a living soul by that peek, you decide to turn on the fan and wait.

You are waiting for Steve Fucking Rogers, that little shit that promised to come and fetch some homemade bakery fifteen minutes ago (as per his mother, Sarah’s request and his personal guarantee). And you were supposed to jump in a quick shower ten minutes ago.

Your house, like any other house on this street, didn’t install an air conditioner, which means you have to open all windows to cool down in the summer.

How very convenient that heat waves are blasting into your house, especially today. You are feeling icky and sticky, and above all, grumpy. Mom’s not home, that’s why you can’t jump into the shower right this moment since Steve’s coming over any second now.

HE PROMISED TO COME FIFTEEN MINUTES AGO!!!

And you are still waiting.

Steve Rogers may be your best male friend. Hell, he and Bucky both. But you are sure that you will rip both their heads off if any one of them stands in the way between you and your shower.

God, you really need that shower.

You turn the fan to the highest setting, only to frustratingly find the air slightly cooler than before. Just slightly.

Droplets of sweat dampen your forehead, some gather by your neckline. You tie your hair up as much as possible to prevent more sweat trickling down your spine - which it already is and soaking your oversized T-shirt. You didn’t even bother with a pair of shorts (damn weather) and go with your panties. You know that sweat is accumulating between your thighs and shorts would only worsen the situation.

For Christ’s sake, Steve lives fucking next door, how long will it fucking take for him to crawl under the sun and get here? You grumble under your breath and head to the kitchen for a popsicle.

Your mom and you share the same kind of sweet tooth, so you easily find the popsicle stash she prepared for this summer from the fridge. As you pop it in your mouth and half-minded wipe your wet hand on the kitchen cloth, a series of loud and impatient knocks come from the front door.

“Coming!” You yell, groaning at the sweet and icy touch that left your tongue.

You rush to the door and open it. Standing there is none other than Steve Fucking Rogers, freshly showered (duh, you can tell, or why else is his hair smell like fresh shampoo), wearing a vest and a pair of shorts.

Jerk.

“Hey, I’m here for the ... uh, bakery.” Steve scratches the back of his head.

You roll your eyes at him: "Hi Steve, nice to meet you too.” Even so, you lean against the door frame to let him in. He might be a jerk, but he doesn’t have to wait outside as a punishment. Speaking of the devil himself may have come to New York and burned it with hellfire. ‘Cause that’s the temperature outside.

Steve let out a big smile, smacking a kiss on your forehead before going in: ”Thanks, you’re the best.”

You close the door behind him and gesture your hand towards the bakery. Your other hand is busy shoving the popsicle back into your mouth.

“I thought your mom was here.” He throws himself on the couch, enjoying most of the fan, “She not around?”

You hum and shake your head. The iced pieces make it hard to speak, so you point to the door briefly: “She Out. Why?”

“Nothin’.” He muttered. His eyes light up on seeing you with that popsicle.

“Why staring?” You pronounce the two words with some difficulty.

He blinks, and then: ”Can I have one?”

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157 条热度——发布于 2022年10月23日

#4

Mr. & Mrs. Levinson

Ari Levinson x Original Female Character (Anna)

Warning: Angst and Smut, Eventual Smut, Graphic Depiction of Violence, Domestic Violence (sort of), Cursing, Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex.

A fusion of Mr. & Mrs. Smith.

Word count: 11k.

Summary: Being enemies saved their marriage.

3 p.m.

"How long have you been married?"

"Six years." "Seven years." They said at the same time, not forgetting to glance at each other when they heard the other's answer.

"Six or seven years." Ari chose what he thought was a compromising answer and cleared his throat, "Actually, we've been married for so long that this is just a routine checkup, you know? Similar to changing the oil, parts, or whatever for an airplane."

The marriage therapist kept his unchanging smile, gazing at the man as strong as a bear - and as hairy as a bear - and the petite woman beside him, "Sure, so let's pop the hood." He flipped open the notepad for his records and wrote something on it, "Let's start with the basics. How would you rate your marriage on a scale of one to ten?"

"Eight." "Uh, is ten is the highest score or...?"

Ari frowned and looked at his wife, who had been with him for six or seven years, sitting by his side: "He said one to ten, honey."

Anna leaned unhurriedly on the couch pillows, the very direction away from Ari: "I was just making sure. Don’t want to give the wrong answer, sweetheart."

The therapist cap the pen and snapped both of them back to attention, "That's okay, let's try again. Ten is the highest score. Are you ready? Three, two, one..."

"Eight." They both answered in unison.

"How is your sex life?" The therapist asked the next question.

Anna rubbed her fingers at the tip of her curly hair and paused for a moment upon hearing the question, "I'm sorry, is this a one to ten question or...?"

The therapist explained, "Just this week, how is your sex life? Oh, and feel free to rate it or just say how you feel about it."

Ari and Anna were uncharacteristically silent.

"Including weekends?" Ari asked, his furrowed brow not loosening.

"Including weekends."

Anna nodded thoughtfully.

They didn’t have sex this week. Neither did they last week. Nor did the week before.

How is one supposed to rate something non-existent?

She tried to remember the last time they'd had sex, which was about a month ago, and they'd both been drinking a little. She remembered they stopped midway. Why did they stop midway?

She remembered that she had gone to the training room to practice boxing before that and accidentally bruised her rear end. She asked him to turn off the lights in between kisses, and he thought it was no big deal, it wasn't like they hadn't seen each other naked. In the end, a simple question of turning off the lights made them break up the kiss and lose the passion to continue.

Ari always ripped orgasms after orgasms from her. It was all about passion and crude rough sex and it was fun.

It was.

Until the passion faded. And he lost his interest over a little question whether to turn off the lights.

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161 条热度——发布于 2022年10月22日

#3

Overstimulation Drabble

Ari Levinson x Original Female Character (She), from Bodyguard AU

Warning: MINORS DNI, rough sex, vaginal sex, overstimulation, pussy slapping, dummification, pet names (princess, kitten, baby, etc.), DD/LG vibe, Light dom/sub. Did I say bondage(?

Word count:~600

“You know what I think?” Ari slapped his dick on her puffy folds, eliciting a moan from her mouth, “I think you parade around all day, bossing everyone around, saying you don’t like being told what to do.” His cock poked at her entrance, sinking inch by inch. She withered under his touch, but his large hands on her thighs put her firmly in place.

“I think you like the exact opposite.” Ari finished his sentence with a dark grin, his heavy organ fully seated in her snuggling heat.

She pulled her wrists, too bad unsuccessful, as they were being tied to the headboard. The complicated knot showed no sign of loosening. “Can’t – not again.” She choked, teary eyes losing focus as pleasure took over her body.

Ari withdrew his dick slowly, savoring every second of her tight pussy. His hands an iron grip on her thighs, when he suddenly forced one of her ankles on his shoulders.

His dick twitched in excitement.

“I think you like exactly being told what to do.”

Oh he was far from done with her.

A hard thrust had her screaming out. Her voice broken and hoarse, her breath ragged. Her pussy so sensitive, it couldn’t take any more assault. But her body betrayed her. Her body clenching down on him like he was home. Her body cried out to him. Her body wanting to be claimed.

“Princess, by the time I’m done with you, you will be cumming so many times that your pretty pussy learns to follow orders.” Ari bottomed out. The new position had him hitting different spots in her channel. His hand lands repetitively on her throbbing clit, slapping her sensitive folds, each smack rubbing more juice on his palm.

She screamed. She struggled. She arched her waist from his ruthless abuse.

“Too much.” She whimpered, head striking the pillows underneath when her words earned her another slap.

Ari fiddled with her swollen button, keeping his thrusting at a slow and steady pace, the tip kissing her cervix each time.

Her clit was numb. When she couldn’t recognize his toying with her clit, she would receive a slap, waking her bundle of nerve, when she would cry out. Her clit was sensitive, even a single touch felt like fire. Fire swallowed her senses, fire burned through her skin, fire squeezing her abdomen. She was cumming again.

Ari laughed cruelly, speeding up his thrusts, driving her to the edge. His smacks and toying never stopped. She wanted to close her legs, she wanted to end the painful orgasm. She wanted him to leave her spent body alone. But all she could manage was a pathetic little mewl.

“C’mon kitten, haven’t told you to cum.” He tutted, as if she was disappointing him, “hold back till Daddy tells you to, hmm?”

She shook her head lightly. She couldn’t. Her body was no longer her own. He controlled it. He controlled her.

Ari wasn’t pleased. Not the slightest.

He sighed.

He sheathed himself inside her pussy again, kissing her calf and knee. His beard scratched her skin, but she didn’t notice that anymore. “Fucked dumb already? Stupid baby doesn’t say no to Daddy, 'kay? Guess we have to train on that the next time.” His voice dripped with affection and softness, as he pulled himself close to kiss her on the lips, “good job cumming. Now, Daddy will train you to cum again. This time, slutty baby has to follow orders. Or Daddy has to make you cum a couple more times to remember?”

171 条热度——发布于 2022年11月22日

#2

The Banquet

Chris Evans x You (Reader)

Warning: Smut, 18+, Semi-public Sex, Vaginal Sex, Sex in Bathroom

Summary:

Banquets are always boring. You are certain of it. However, your boyfriend sitting next to you certainly makes things better. For today, you have some soup for appetizer, salmon for main course, and a quickie in the bathroom for fun.

Banquets are always boring. You are certain of it.

Certain of the fact that people would go to great lengths – neither eating nor drinking – so that their pictures won’t be hideous. Certain of the fact that the food never suiting your taste. Certain of the fact that they always exchange fake smiles, fake laughs, and fake sincerity while making a toast.

However, your boyfriend sitting next to you certainly makes things better.

Chris would shield you from cameras, secretly share his opinions regarding food, and provide you with little escapades to divert your attention.

Well, escapade might have been a strong word. But you will still call them escapades when he finds a dark corner to fuck you real quick.

For today, you have some soup for appetizer, salmon for main course, and a quickie in the bathroom for fun.

You were waiting for dessert when Chris drew a cross on your thigh, meaning you are going to excuse yourself from the table and he will catch up in a minute.

Bathroom. That’s where you are going. You went to the bathroom right before the banquet began. Not only is it a ten-minute walk away from the tables, but also it is hidden in a corner between halls, making your appearances in the same bathroom less detectable. A bonus point being there’s no camera pointing at the bathroom.

You are about to step into the lady’s room when a faint scent of your favorite cologne hits your nose. A solid chest crushes your shoulder.

“Sorry, but I think you are heading the wrong way.” The familiar voice whispers by your ear, and you almost laugh because your favorite person sneaks an arm around your waist. Chris Evans, THE Captain America, plans to fuck you in the bathroom. The media will go nuts trying to get their hands on this piece of dirt.

You almost purr at his words, turning your most seductive voice on, “but Sir, I’m waiting for my boyfriend. Have you met him?” You turn to meet his blue eyes with a speck of green in them, “he’s six foot tall,” your hand traces his arm and shoulder, feeling his muscles flex under your touch, and stopping at the base of his neck, “has a glorious beard,” you pull yourself close, nearly whispering the final sentence, “and awfully hot.”

The corner of his mouth twitches in amusement. He dips his head to steal a kiss from you.

“Glorious, huh? I thought you like me clean-shaven.” Chris mutters within an inch of your lips, “wait here for me will ya?”

He takes a second to stride inside the male’s room. Luckily, there’s no one inside. Chris grabs you by your wrist and you stumble into a stall with the door closed behind you.

“This dress is a fuckin’ tease.” He growls, pressing wet hot kisses on the thin line above your breasts. “Wanna fuck you since I saw you.”

You let out a breathy moan in response. You have been doing quickies way too many times than you should, and he knows exactly how to turn you on.

He bends you over, your back arching, grinding on his hard erection.

“Can’t wait.” You whisper.

Your blue dress splits mid-thigh, giving him the perfect opportunity to finger your pussy. You know right that second that he’s going to be awe-struck by something he totally didn’t expect: what you put under your dress.

“Fuck.” He hisses by your ear, “A thong?”

In your defense, you have to. Otherwise, the tight dress will display your pantie line, and that is not some view you want others to see. But you are smart enough to rile him up just a little bit more.

“Thought it’d be convenient for you to fu-” Your sentence is cut off, as he shoves two fingers between your pussy lips and strums your clit in a fast and painful rhythm. He did not bother to take off your thong, only snapping the string – let’s face it, that thing between your thighs is quite literally a string – to the side. You simply cannot speak; your voice contorts into an audible moan. Your core tightens, threatening to snap at any second. Your poor bundle of nerves is set on fire with his skilled fingers. He toys you without mercy, and palms your ass with his other hand, spanking you till you’re red and sore.

The bathroom door flings open. Sounds of leather shoes clacking come rustling in. If you are clear-headed, you can make out two men come to use the bathroom. But you are knee-deep in pleasure and pain that you missed the sound other than your blood soaring through your ears.

“We’ve got company, babe.” Chris pulls down his zipper, his bulbous head teasing your soaking entrance. He puffs out a hot breath, his beard cutting into your sensitive skin, “better be quiet.”

One hand resting on your belly, the other holding on to your waist, Chris slams you back onto his painfully hard dick.

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277 条热度——发布于 2022年10月21日

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You Had Me Before Hello

Ari Levinson x You / Reader

Warning: Smut, Fluff and Smut, Alternate Universe - College / University, Age Difference, Size Difference, Swearing, Public Sex, Beards (Facial Hair), Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Dirty Talk, degradation if you squint, Pussy Spanking, Light Dom/sub tones, Overstimulation, Multiple Orgasms, Ari Levinson is being Meanie

Word count: 4k + Bonus~600

Summary: You are a new student on campus, and you meet a handsome librarian.

It is your first day as a freshman.

In a university. In a foreign country, no less.

You settled in your dormitory yesterday at noon, and you received notice this morning that you need a colored copy of your passport to register for your semester today.

You had your copies of your passport, yes, but all in black and white, instead of the colored version.

You had to rush to the Main Library, which, by the way, is twenty minutes away from your place of residence, and hopefully make it in time for your registration appointment with the student center.

Making sense of the signs in a foreign language is hard enough, you groan more when you actually step inside the main library.

People. Everywhere. A lot of them. Chatting or questioning or answering.

Some of them wearing bright color T-shirts, stating that they are volunteers or staff of the library, helping freshmen. As far as you can see, all of them are occupied with freshmen.

Plural.

Like, at least three or four students surrounding one staff or one volunteer.

You bite your lip and observe the first floor, not wanting to bother them.

Lucky enough for you, the library doesn’t require a student card (another card you need to collect when registering for your semester, God knows how many cards and papers have traveled to your hand within less than 24 hours) to get in. You slip through the crowd quietly, noticing the bold letters in a far corner of the first floor that say PRINTING, not in English, of course, but you know that word.

It is a little relief that the printing corner is less crowded. You huff out a breath, reading the instruction to printing that is taped to the wall.

You chew on your lip anxiously when you try to understand the instructions in the local language. To be fairly honest, you regret instantly not attending a university in your home country.

Where you can read and understand fucking printing instructions.

You don’t want a helping hand. You don’t need a helping hand. You are perfectly fine working out your shit in the last few years of your life. And you have to choose a foreign land to continue your studies.

Fucking brilliant.

You turn your head, sighing that you need someone to help you after all.

All of them seem so busy, either talking to another person that you really don’t want to interrupt, or managing their own business on their laptops and phones.

Except for one man.

He isn’t looking at his phone, his laptop, or any electronic devices. He holds his arm, with biceps big enough to strangle an ox. Or maybe three. At once. The man has a scruffy beard and slightly long hair like a lumberjack. He is also incredibly tall like a lumberjack, possibly 6ft8 or 6ft9. He wears a crappy purple T-shirt, meaning that he is also one of the staff.

You walk up to him carefully, mentally prepare yourself for an upcoming conversation, and inhale deeply to calm your nerves.

His freaking musky and woody cologne does NOT help.

In fact, it nearly melts your knees and have you trip on yourself right in front of him.

He is so frigging tall; you have to crane your neck to meet his eyes.

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570 条热度——发布于 2022年11月10日

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[hardcoffeepizza]

The weather in South Carolina this week

This week, the week of April 14-21st the weather has kind of been all over the place. For a few days this week it was 88 to 90 degrees and feels like 95 outside and then today out of nowhere the temperature dropped to 62 degrees and felt like 59 degrees and I believe tomorrow the temperature is suppose to stay down around 60 degrees. You never really know what the weather is going to be like here. It is a constant up and down. One day it is cold and the next it is blazing hot. You never know here in the Carolinas.

[ihearblogsarealltherage]

Summer Trip 2023 Day 1

16 June 2023

255 miles today, an easy half day, but frustrating as well.

I'd intended to drive entirely on back roads to Binghamton NY but when the day started with a very slow construction zone before even leaving the greater Springfield area, I knew things were not looking positive. Add in slow traffic (trucks and hills and no passing areas) and by the time I got to Great Barrington I decided I'd just hop onto I-90 to I-88 and cut my losses.

I suppose it could have been worse -- I could have not started on back roads and then been caught up in the mess on I-88. Instead, I found myself detoured off that route for quite a long time, snaking down a parallel two-lane route in a long line of trucks and cars. Traffic going the other way wasn't faring any better -- I-88 was closed in both directions. Later, I found out that someone had plowed into the back of a stopped maintenance truck that had all its lights and flashers on, and the result was that I have never seen so many emergency vehicles in one area in my life! They were racing up and down the detour route as well as blocking all entrances to the interstate.

Eventually, I was back on the good road, made it to Second Meal™️ in Binghamton, and then on to Owego for the night. I keep forgetting how unremarkable this part of NY State can be -- the scenery is beautiful, but the buildings are not. Add lots of rain and low clouds to the mix, and it can get pretty dismal. Here's the view from my hotel room tonight:

The weather promises to be slightly better tomorrow as I drive to Northwestern Ohio, fingers crossed!

[dahbeez]

1. "You're such a dork."

2. "Get over here, you doof."

3. "Cheeky."

4. "You're so needy."

5. "Kiss me again."

6. "You're so adorable!"

7. "Look at you... goodness, you're so cute!"

8. "I'm just so happy!"

9. "I can't stop smiling."

10. "I like that you make me laugh so much that my cheeks hurt."

11. "You are being extra sweet today."

12. "Oh, look at you!"

13. "Your eyes are so pretty."

14. "I'm really happy that you're here with me."

15. "Thank you for staying with me."

16. "I don't think I've ever loved someone this much before."

17. "I feel like I'm in the clouds when I'm with you."

18. "You're like my hero/heroine."

19. "I'm gonna tickle you if you don't come over here."

20. "My, oh my. You are such a beautiful creature."

@drink-it-write-it​

21. "Go with me?" "As long as you hold my hand."

22. "Is there a reason you're blushing like that?"

23. "Have you seen my hoodie?" "Nooooo..." "You're wearing it, aren't you?"

24. "OH you're jealous!"

25. "Can we stay like this forever?"

26. "Please just kiss me already."

27. "I think you might be my soulmate."

28. "Sleep over? Please?"

29. "Are we on a date right now?"

30. "I think I'm in love with you."

31. "Are you flirting with me?" "You finally noticed?"

32. "Am I your lockscreen?" "You weren't supposed to see that."

33. "I wish we could live together already."

34. "They're so cute when they're asleep."

35. "I just wanted to let you know that I think you're beautiful."

36. "Quit touching me, your feet are cold!"

37. "Sharing is caring, now give me the hoodie!"

38. "Give me attention."

39. "You met me yesterday." "Yes, and I would die for you. Next question."

40. "She's hiding behind the sofa."

41. "Did you just hiss at me?"

@wishiwasanavenger-archive​

42. "Have you kissed anyone before?"

43. "Can I kiss you?"

44. "You're not hurting me, you're not heavy. I've got you, love.” 

45. "I look at them and I just... it's like when the Grinch's heart grows three sizes."

46. "I don't... I've never... been in a relationship before and I'm going to make mistakes... I just need you to tell me. I need you to talk to me."

47. "You didn't tell me your friend was cute! Now what am I going to do?"

48. "You give me a reason to be better, to do better."

49. "God, you are so fucking cute."

50. "I love you, but I need you to go away because you're really bloody distracting and I have to pass this test tomorrow."

51. "Oh no... they're cute."

52. "I can't talk to cute people, okay? I don't know how to flirt!"

53. "God, I love your face."

54. "Don't look at me, I'm a mess!" "I love it when you're a mess!"

55. "Please do your homework for me...? Just one time." ... "I said one time, y'know... you didn't have to start studying. Not that I'm not proud or anything."

56. "I'm already home."

57. "Your comfort and happiness is more important to me than some stupid dinner."

58. "Stop moving! I'm going to have to start counting all over again!"

59. "I just thought that since you weren't feeling too good, this would help."

60. "I'm not kissing you in the rain! We'll catch our death!"

61. "Would it help if I stayed?"

62. "I apologise sincerely if my beautiful/handsome face has kept you up all night."

63. "God, you're pretty."

64. "Calm down, it's just a chocolate bar!"

65. "Please, tell me you brought a toothbrush?"

66. "You take the bed, you need it more than me."

67. "You're so warm!"

68. "You're freezing, Jesus!"

69. "You always look beautiful."

70. "Your hands are so small!"

71. "Sometimes I just want to cuddle, okay? Is that so bad?"

72. "Now I know where half my wardrobe went."

73. "Here, let me just–" 

74. "You're really special to me."

75. "That tickles!"

76. "We only have one room left for the night..."

77. "Naps are life, okay?"

78. "I don't think I could love you anymore than I already do."

79. "I had the weirdest dream..."

80. "I got you a trophy, it's only plastic, but it's for being the best human I know."

81. "Someone keeps leaving love notes in my locker and I don't know if I should find it endearing or creepy..."

82. "I love your voice."

83. "Put me down! I can walk!"

84. "Can... can you come over?"

85. "You're the best."

86. "Can you please stop biting your lip, it's distracting."

87. "I thought you liked love songs!"

88. "I know you're not a fan of Valentine's day... I just thought that maybe I could change your mind..."

89. "You're my favourite know-it-all."

90. "That was the least romantic proposal in the entire history of proposals."

91. "I never knew you were a romantic at heart."

92. "I made it. For you. I know it's not the best, but..."

93. "Let me carry that."

94. "How do you know my favourite drink?" "I'm observant."

95. "We've known each other's for years and I don't think we've ever had a proper conversation."

96. "You're the clumsiest person I know, how did you survive past childhood?"

97. "It's always time for a milkshake."

98. "You know, humming the James Bond theme tune defeats the point of sneaking."

99. "I think your cat wants to kill me."

100. "Where have all my jumpers gone?"

101. "I don't get paid enough for this shit."

102. "Oh my God, I love you."

103. "I told you to bring a jacket."

@writings-of-a-hufflepuff​

104. "Is that my shirt?" "You mean our shirt?"

105. "It's you, it always has been."

106. "You're everything I could've wanted and more."

107. "Kiss me."

108. "Home stopped being a place when you entered my life."

109. "You should probably go home." "But I'm already home."

110. "You're an idiot." "But you love me."

111. "I'd do anything for you."

112. "You took all the pillows so I'm using you as one."

113. "Stop moving and let me braid your hair."

114. "I'm so proud of you."

115. "You are my family."

116. "I'm right here."

117. "Can you just please hold me?"

118. "I'm pretty sure they're my soulmate."

119. "This reminded me of you."

120. "Your hair is really soft."

121. "Are you blushing?"

122. "Can I stay here tonight?"

123. "Because I love you."

124. "Make a wish!"

125. "I love seeing you smile."

126. "You're just a softie."

127. "You are crushing me right now."

128. "Darling I love you and all, but please step out of the kitchen."

129. "Take my hand. Just trust me."

130. "You're the only thing that matters."

131. "Did you know that you talk in your sleep?"

132. "Hey, look at me. Focus on me, alright?"

133. "Why can't I get you out of my head?"

134. "Don't let go."

135. "Stay."

@blisfvll​

136. "You smell really nice."

137. "If you steal the blanket, I'm going to put my cold feet on you."

138. "You're comfy."

139. "But I want to hear you sing."

140. "Don't get up – I'll do it."

141. "Care to give me a back scratch?"

142. "Your bed head is really cute."

143. "How about a kiss?"

144. "Uh oh, I know that look. What do you want?"

145. "Are you really flirting with me right now?"

146. "I like the way your hand fits in mine."

147. "You have something in your hair, umm... do you want me to get it out?"

148. "It's nice that your voice is the first thing I heard today."

149. "This movie is really scary, but you're into it so I'm trying not to cover my face the whole time but– WHAT THE HELL IS THAT!?"

150. "Wait, don't pull away... not yet."

151. "Half the time I get too embarrassed to say anything."

152. "No, it's fine. I can wait until you're done talking to them."

153. "No, like... it's just, I can't believe you're actually wearing my clothes."

154. "I've been trying to get ready for like an hour and an half because I know you're going to look so good and I need to try and match up."

155. "I wanted to say 'I love you' for the first time without stuttering, but that failed."

156. "We could order pizza and just stay like this all day."

157. "It's not a double date. We're just third and fourth wheeling."

158. "I remember practicing how to ask you out in the mirror..."

@marauder-exe​

159. "It's not funny!"

160. "That wasn't suppose to happen."

161. "Hurry back."

162. "I can't take you seriously."

163. "Problem solved."

164. "That was embarrassing."

165. "It's freezing in here."

@love-me-a-good-prompt​

166. "I love you, baby."

167. "Hey, cutie."

168. "I promise to love you for the rest of my life."

169. "You're my world."

170. "I don't care if you're sick, catching a cold from kissing you is worth it."

171. "You are so perfect."

172. "Marry me?"

173. "You're the best part of me."

174. "Stay here with me. For the rest of our lives."

175. "I'm speechless, you're so beautiful!"

176. "Come here, I need to hug you."

177. "When everything's wrong, it's you that makes it right."

178. "You're the one."

@raggedy-dxctor​

179. "Well, it's the thought that counts." "Wait, no, don't take my kisses away from me!"

180. "Oh, you've started stealing my socks now?"

181. "You owe me a kiss."

182. "How did you get in here?"

183. "That's not even fair."

184. "You promised me a cookie!"

185. "Ew, that is so sappy, I might vomit."

186. "You're not very intimidating."

187. "That was, by far, the stupidest thing you've ever done."

188. "Why don't you take a picture? It'll last longer."

189. "Why the hell is there glitter everywhere?"

@whcczes​

190. "I'll feel much better if you let me walk you home."

191. "Apparently, all our friends have a bet going that we end up together."

192. "You make me feel alive. For the first time ever, I feel like I can breathe."

@moanlightlust​

193. "It's two in the morning and you want to cuddle?"

194. "You shine so bright it's intimidating. I love it."

195. "I'm here."

196. "What's your name again? Sorry, I just got that super weird feeling that we only see in movies, you know? Like, the whole world stopped turning and all I could see was you."

197. "I was born to be yours."

198. "Isn't it a bit too cliché?"

199. "So, you're just kissing strangers for no apparent reasons?"

200. "You'll always be my favourite person."

201. "You're making it weird, stop making it weird."

202. "There's nothing I love more than running back into your arms."

203. "I'm yours. Forever."

204. "You always know how to cheer me up."

205. "I... I lost the ring."

206. "Will you be mine?"

207. "Darling, you look perfect tonight."

208. "You saved my life."

209. "Don't give me that look. No... NO! I said no puppy dog eyes! You know I can't resist them! Argh, fine!"

210. "I missed you and your bad puns and even your horrible cooking and the way you fit perfectly against my body when we cuddle. I just really missed you."

211. "We're a team, remember?"

212. "There's no place I'd rather be than by your side."

213. "Your smile brightens the whole room."

214. "I kinda adopted a puppy behind your back... don't be mad! Look at those cute fluffy paws!"

215. "You're burning up. Guess I need to activate my nurse mode."

216. "I love you. As in more than friends, more than best friends and more than super extra best friends."

217. "I love you just the way you are."

218. "We need to kick his ass, no questions asked. You in?"

219. "Hot chocolate and cuddles? Kisses?"

220. "You make me feel pretty."

221. "You'll always be my best girl."

222. "Never hide yourself from me."

223. "Babe! There's no toilet paper!"

224. "I'll never give up on you."

225. "Do you feel that shirt? That's boyfriend material."

226. "That prank went so wrong."

227. "Care to dance, my love?"

228. "AH! You're stuck with me!"

229. "You're too good to me."

230. "Is it that time of the month?"

231. "Can I braid your hair?"

232. "It's okay to have doubts, as long as you don't let them overwhelm you."

233. "Come here! I can't stand to be so far away from you!"

234. "I got you."

235. "I wanna fall asleep next to you every night and wake up every morning with you by my side."

236. "Stop, I need to finish this!"

237. "I just wanna binge watch The Office, but it's not the same without you."

238. "Because I care about you!"

239. "I just wanted to impress you."

240. "I love you even though your breath stinks right now."

241. "Did you just puke on me?"

242. "We should get drunk and do stupid things."

243. "I always know what you're thinking about, babe. You're like an open book!"

244. "Could you sing to me?"

245. "I, uh, could you... could you play with my hair, please?"

246. "Nooooo, don't leave! I'm cold!"

247. "I think you're suffering from a lack of vitamin me."

248. "A mistletoe? Really?"

249. "Will you join me, love?"

250. "I have feelings for you."

251. "You are the reason."

252. "Take my hand, I wanna show you something..."

253. "You have a lovely name."

254. "You're my everything."

255. "You do know a lot about my blushing schedule."

@voilawind​

#prompt list #prompts #fluff #fluffy prompts #fanfic prompts #fanfiction

[soyeahitsmiddleearth]

Dimension Jumping Pt. 5

Comforting a grieving hobbit and time get everyone ready to go out!

Via the genius idea from katzrfsoa / Kat88

There's been mention of the reader not wanting to take the groups out, for fear of the public's reaction... so what about a cosplay convention? it would give the Reader the perfect excuse to allow them out, and they would wear their original clothes 

----

This morning has been uneventful for the most part.

Breakfast passed by without issue and now everyone is off doing their own things.

You looked outside and took a peek in the guest room, but you still can't find him.

Sam, Merry, and Pippin are playing a board game you showed them; Legolas is doing his meditation sleep thing; Boromir and Aragorn are discussing something; and Gimli is stacking bread on Legolas' leg to see how long it takes until he notices.

Frodo, however, is missing at the moment.

Right as you were considering telling the others of his disappearance, however, you heard some shuffling from your hall closet.

You open the door carefully and take peer inside, not wanting to startle the small hobbit, and at first you don't see him.

There's more shuffling and you hear a quiet sniff, followed by soft sobs, and you then realize he's hiding behind the shelf.

The door makes a soft clicking sound when you close it, and right away the quiet cries cease. You didn't want to alert him with the door, you wanted to do it yourself, but it's too late now, so you just go with it.

"Frodo?" You call in a gentle voice, staying by the door incase he wants you to go.

"Y-Yes?' He calls back, not moving from his spot.

His voice is thick with emotion, and the sadness in his tone makes your heart ache painfully. And when you walk closer and see him huddled up behind the shelf, your heart breaks a little for him.

He hastily rids his cheeks of any evidence of his sorrows, though the puffiness around his eyes and constant sniffles don't much help his cause, and looks at you with a false smile.

"Frodo, why are you crying?" You ask with furrowed eyebrows, kneeling down in front of him so you may look at him at eye level (mostly).

"It's nothing." He tells you quickly, looking away from your compassionate face with the same sad frown on his lips.

When you don't move to get up or leave, his gaze slides back over to you and he realizes that you're not going to leave unless he straight up tells you to go away. This makes him sigh, but truthfully, he doesn't want you to go away. Not really. For having company in a time of sorrow always mends suffering.

"I... did not have a proper time to mourn Gandalf. I've been so caught up in the oddity that is this place that I almost forgot my sorrows altogether, but then this morning is all... came rushing back." He explains with a surprisingly even voice.

While he speaks you cross your legs and listen along intently, your hands folded neatly in your lap. When he finishes, you reach forward and place your hand atop his with a gentle touch, "I didn't know him, but I can tell he was very dear to you. Honestly, I can't offer much advice, but I can tell you that keeping it all bottled up inside is not a good idea."

He looks at you with that sad face when you speak, and it prompts you to continue, "Also, I know everyone else can be pretty overwhelming or they just don't understand, and I want you to know that I'm always here to listen if you're feeling down, okay?"

Your words draw a small smile from the grieving hobbit and it elicits a similar grin from you.

"Thank you, Y/N. I... actually do feel a little better."

"I'm glad."

---

After your discussion with Frodo you rejoin everyone back out in the main room and let him recollect himself, going right onto your laptop to get some work done.

You're idly scrolling through a scholarly article you need to research when you see it.

An advertisement for some sort of comic book, cosplay, convention... thing in the area (no wonder you've been seeing so many oddly dressed people recently).

At first you almost scroll past it, but then you get hit with the brick of knowledge and a lightbulb goes off in your head.

"Yes!" You scream, successfully scaring everyone in the room and Penny who is sitting with you for once. "Ohh, my god. This is freaking perfect!" You exclaim, clicking on the link to get some more information.

Your eyes practically soak up everything on the information page, and, once you've skimmed through all of it, you look up with a bright smile on your face.

Literally all of them are looking at you like you've grown two heads, but you only clap your hands together a few times. "Guys, I just had a huge brain moment!"

The joke goes over their heads as per usual, but you don't let that deter you.

"Huge brain moment?" Pippin asks in confusion, looking at his cousin like he thinks he heard it wrong or something.

"Yes! I've figured out a way to take everyone out!"

That certainly gets their attention.

"You have?" Sam asks exuberantly, dropping his game piece so he can turn towards you and pay perfect attention.

"I have, yes," you start, continuing once you're 100% sure they're all paying attention, "So here's the thing, I knew that I could take out you tall boi's without issue besides having to find a hat for Legolas here, and I could explain that Gimli here has dwarfism," you pause at that and realize it may be offensive to him, but you continue once more, "but I also knew that there's no way I can explain away the hobbits, and then I found this gem."

You turn the computer so it faces all of them, but they only look more confused.

"There's a convention thing in town for the next week, and it's the perfect opportunity for me to bring everyone out! We just have to dress up the hobbits a bit and pretend that they're children."

At your explanation you receive multiple pleased smiles, and it serves to make you feel even better about your idea. "And you can all wear your normal clothes, too. And if someone asks who you are... I'll figure out a game or something you guys can use as an alias."

"Are you sure that will work?" Aragorn asks with furrowed eyebrows, sitting up from his spot in your arm chair.

"Um, like, maybe 98%." You confirm with a shrug, "It's better than 88% though."

He doesn't seem like he disagrees with you, so you look back at your laptop again and start to look for ideas to make them more believable as humans.

---

3 hours of research later, and you've successfully compiled a completely fool proof plan to smuggle this merry band of bizarre boys out of your house.

What you've decided is that you'll put some makeup over Legolas' pointy ears to make them look more fake since the concept of elves is not lost in this world. Boromir and Aragorn can go as themselves, and you'll put some makeup on the hobbits much like you will Legolas (they'll be children elves since there are no hobbits in your world) and tell everyone who asks how they look so good that you're a professional makeup artist.

Gimli, fortunately for you, was the easiest to come up with something for next to the other two humans of this group. You can just tell people he has dwarfism and that's why he chose to go as a dwarf character.

Everything is in order except for what you're going to do, though you suppose you should match their theme and be some sort of renaissance, maiden, lady, thing. You'll figure it out, though you do need to make sure it's convincing like theirs.

You decided to, instead of putting it off, go ahead and start working on finding a costume to match theirs.

A couple of searches later and you come across a really pretty dress that looks to fit their style, and when you show it to them they give you the thumbs up, so you order it with express shipping so it should arrive tomorrow.

It's a lovely flowy medieval dress *just look up flowy medieval dress and go to images, there are some good examples there*, and you feel excited just looking at it. Of course, there's no guarantee that it'll be the best quality, but it's got great reviews and you certainly paid a hefty sum for it.

After that's done with you head to your bathroom to see what makeup you've got, and you find that you don't really have any theatrical/special effects makeup. You're going to need skin colored wax makeup, powders, and contour stuff.

You're no makeup artist, obviously, but luckily for you, your goal is to make them look less realistic, so it should be easy enough.

It's surprisingly easy to figure out what you need to make them as convincing as possible, and pretty soon you've got a nice little list going on that outlines each thing you need.

Since you don't want to delay anymore, you head out of your bathroom and grab your bag while putting on your shoes, "Legolas, I'm leaving now if you wanna come with." You suggest since he stated his desire to join you in the one of the last chapters (:o).

When you call his name he looks over at you quickly, smiling a bit at your offer, "Yes, but you said I need a hat."

"Oh yeah! I have one, just gimme a sec." You tell him, walking over to a drawer.

When you open said drawer, you find a grey beanie with ease and toss it over to him, "Here ya go. Make sure it covers your ears... and uh, tuck your hair up into it too if you don't mind."

He does as you say with ease and, surprisingly, he looks just as good with shorter hair as he does longer hair.

It sticks kinda awkwardly at first, so you waltz on over and gesture for him to crouch down so you don't have to reach up.

Once again he does as you request and leans down so you may fix it.

You adjust it a bit to make sure it won't fall first, and then you smooth it back a bit so it'll also look stylish. And once you're done you take a step back and smile at him brightly.

"All done! Let's go!"

---

He seemed rather fascinated in the way your car works first and foremost, but once you got him to look out his window instead of watching you, his excitement quickly turned into awe.

When you both get to the ULTA store he follows you without hesitation and asks some hushed questions about things he sees, like the light up signs, other passing cars, stoplights, and some other things.

You, of course, answer each question happily and lead him inside, holding the door open for him while he enters and looks around the brightly lit up makeup store.

Right away you head towards the general direction of the nose and scar wax (it's multi purpose, don't judge me), forgetting to make sure that Legolas follows you.

When it does occur to you, however, that the blond elf didn't come after you, you panic.

You turn in a circle and only stop when you see him standing with some ladies who practically have hearts in their eyes.

Unconsciously you breathe a sigh of relief and head over with the wax in your little basket, immediately reaching up to wrap your arm around his, "I got the first thing on my list, come on."

The girls stop their giggles and flirting as soon as you show up and look genuinely surprised.

You give them a smile and nod in acknowledgement, not wanting to make them feel bad over something so silly before turning with your arm still around his own and walking him over to look at some contour stuff and other things.

They make some snide comments when you turn your back about you being a 'clingy girlfriend' and 'not pretty enough to be with a model like that', but you only ignore it and relish in the fact that you didn't make them feel bad over something as silly as a cute guy in a makeup store.

"Why are those women talking about you like that?" He asks in a whisper, leaning down so only you will hear his question.

You look up at him with a bit or surprise since you didn't expect him to pick up on that, before you smile, "They're attracted to you, and they think that I was being selfish with taking you away from their advances."

"Selfish? Advances?" He looks confused, but you only smile and turn back to the display case.

"Don't worry your pretty little head over it, Leggy my boy."

"Leggy?" He asks slowly, looking at you in confusion.

"Leggy." You confirm with a nod with a distracted hum.

It isn't much later that you have everything you need, and so you go to the checkout and buy everything.

"Going to the convention?" The girl at the counter asks with a smile.

You smile back and nod your head, glancing up at Legolas before looking back at her, "That obvious?"

"No of course not, just the items in your basket always fly off the shelves around convention time." She replies with a giggle, ringing up all your items.

"Well, that's fair." You muse, putting your card into the reader to pay for it.

Once everything is in order she hands you your receipt and adds, "Maybe I'll see you there."

"Maybe!" You chirp back happily, liking the nice conversation going on here.

"You and your boyfriend have a good day now!"

You elect to ignore that.

---

On the way home you pretend to not notice the black car following yours and make small talk with the elf, answering some more of his questions and speaking idly on different things.

"There are so many odd, interesting things here..." He comments after a while, glancing out the back window. "Are you aware that, that car has been following us for the past 10 minutes?"

You nod and hum as an answer, "Mmhm, it's just Brian. He's probably trying to figure out who you are."

The blond knits his eyebrows together and glances back to look at the car again, "Should I do something about it?"

"The only thing you can do is ignore it. He went from lowercase 's' stalker to uppercase 's' since you guys arrived, and it'll only get worse if you intervene." You mumble, trying not to look in the rearview mirror at him. "It's fine."

"You don't seem to think it's fine." He challenges in the same even tone, turning in his seat towards you.

Instead of answering his question you look at him while you stop at a light and grumble, "I told you to put your seatbelt on."

"It's uncomfortable."

"I don't care."

"I will be fine."

"Not if we get into a crash, you won't."

The two of you stare each other down before he slowly reaches up and buckles his belt, never breaking eye-contact.

"Good boy." You coo in a way-too sweet voice.

"Anyways, I know we said as much before, but you needn't worry about that man while we're here." He continues despite your obvious subject change.

"I know." Your reply is softer and less defensive this time, for you really do appreciate it, "Thank you."

He looks surprised at your sudden gratitude, and his expression shows as much "For what?"

"For being you. For looking out for me. All of you."

This time he smiles and says no more.

---

When you both get back to your house you immediately put everything in your bathroom and get onto your laptop to view some techniques on theatrical and movie makeup, Pippin and Merry on either side of you while they view through the pictures and videos with you.

"That one looks interesting." Merry pipes up suddenly, pointing at a person to wolf makeup transformation.

"Yep, and way past anything I can do."

This pattern of going through pictures and viewing clips goes on for a little while until they two hobbits depart to have lunch, meanwhile you continue on so that tomorrow will be a success.

You're both excited and nervous at the same time, wanting to see how it'll all turn out but also dreading it incase something goes wrong.

You know the most important thing is to have a positive mindset about it, but it's kinda hard sometimes during your more anxious moments.

Also, there's the issue of Brian possibly following all of you...

Nah, that'll be a problem to think on for tomorrow.

"What time will we leave tomorrow?" Aragorn asks from his usual spot on the rocking chair, Penny still nestled in his lap as per usual.

"Around the morning. I bought the tickets already so we won't have to stand in line for too long... Hopefully."

"Thank you for working so hard so that we may see more of your world." He comments suddenly, stroking his hand down her fluffy back.

You tilt your head to the side and smile a bit, "You don't have to thank me."

"No, I do. You have seen to our every need and we no doubt pose to be a huge burden. Thank you, really."

His words make you flush slightly, and you look away shyly.

You've grown to care about all of them, so of course you would do anything to keep them comfortable at this point. More than anything you're just glad they see how much you're trying to make things easy on them. It feels nice being recognized for your efforts.

Plus, the added protection from Brian is pretty sweet.

"Anything for you guys."

#the fellowship x reader #the fellowship of the ring #the fellowship of the ring x reader #frodo baggins #pippin took #boromir #lotr gimli #legolas greenleaf #samwise gamgee #merry brandybuck #aragorn #lord of the rings fanfiction #dimension jumping pt. 5 #dimension jumping pt. 2 #frodo x reader

[wkil-109-fmx-radio]

Hey all, hope all is well. This Raging Rain, just had a quick request. Do you guys have anything to rock out to, me and my brother are stuck working on our rides and would love some. Thanks in advance!

Hey, killjoys! This is Party Poison!

It's sunny and 88, this morning! Not a single cloud in the sky, as far as I can see.

Roads are busier, right now. By the afternoon, I'm sure the heat will drive people off.

There seems to be some commotion out in Zone 1. Big group a pigs causing a ruckus. Watch out for 'em!

A reminder! Races are tomorrow night, out on the Tracks, in Zone 5! Come see Kobra Kid kick some ass!

You're not supposed to say stuff like that on air.

Oh, shit. Sorry. Er, oh...darn?

Get to the Races, joys! Make some noise! Here's something to rock out to!

#mcr #my chemical romance #danger days #killjoys #bl/ind #better living industries #party poison #fun ghoul #jet star #kobra kid #the zones #wkil 109 fmx

[averykedavra]

88. The one stumbling to the other’s front door after getting hurt/beaten up etc prinxiety (PS UWU)

(hi crustachan, hope u like it!)

When Virgil heard a knock on his door at two in the morning, his first thought was burglar. His second thought was, why would a burglar knock on the door? His third thought jumped around from random supervillain to angry debt collector, and his fourth was screw it, he wasn’t taking any chances.

He grabbed one of his swords off the wall and considered throwing on his costume, too. But that’d completely screw with his secret identity, and besides, why would he need it? He didn’t exactly give out his address to every villain he fought. Nobody knew who he was.

Except that wasn’t true, was it?

Virgil carefully crept towards the door. Whoever it was hadn’t knocked again. Maybe they’d left.

Maybe they were just waiting for Virgil to open the door--

Maybe it was a villain after all, and Virgil was in no mood to fight right now, he had a test tomorrow and he’d been bingeing conspiracy videos on the couch. He’d probably get his ass kicked. And then there was the problem that if they knew he was here, that meant they knew where he lived and maybe his secret identity and then maybe they could get to his friends--

“Okay, breathe,” he told himself. It was probably some burglar. He was fine.

And yeah, his mind kept going back to when he’d mentioned his general address in a fight three weeks ago, but Princey had like zero long-term memory and probably had better things to do than piece together exactly where Virgil lived--

Virgil took a deep breath.

The door was silent as he approached it. He thought about looking through the window, but what if something looked back? He thought about dropping the sword--very lowkey to have a sword, totally not a superhero thing, most normal people definitely grabbed swords when threatened--but it was the only thing keeping him from panicking. He’d explain it away if he had to.

Virgil took another deep breath and pushed the door open. Swung the sword out at the person standing on his doorstep. And blinked.

“Hi,” said Princey, awkwardly, giving him a little wave. “What’s up, Stormcloud?”

“Um--”

Virgil looked again. Nope. Still Princey, in that stupid red-and-black outfit, hugging himself, grinning sheepishly at Virgil like it was somewhat normal for Virgil’s nemesis to show up in full costume at the door.

Okay. Virgil hadn’t actually thought it was gonna be--what?

“Sorry about the short notice,” Princey continued. “Er--the absolutely no notice, if I’m being honest. Could you--um, put the sword down?”

Virgil looked down at the sword and back up. “No. What are you doing here?”

“I’m--” Princey shifted from foot to foot. “I’m beginning to realize how much of a bad idea this was.”

“Oh, really, you don’t say?” Virgil’s voice pitched up. “How’d you even get my address?”

“You told me the street name, and this is the only house with a Nightmare Before Christmas poster in the window.”

Virgil made a mental note to burn that poster.

“Anyway, I can--I can go,” Princey said. “I just wanted to--I’ll figure it out.”

And he stepped back down the stairs, slowly, arms pressed to his chest and looking more lost than Virgil had seen him.

“Dude,” Virgil said. “What the heck? You can’t just go without explaining--are you gonna share my address?”

“What? Of course not!” Princey looked offended by the very idea. “I would never be so unchivalrous!”

“Well, how do I know that?” Virgil almost yelled in frustration. “What are you doing here at my house? I was watching videos and I don’t have time to try and figure out whatever evil plan you’ve got going on or whatever--can you, like, actually tell me what’s happening before I stab something?”

Virgil’s sword waved at Princey. Princey eyed it warily before taking another step back. He was on the sidewalk now, and Virgil remembered very suddenly that Princey had super speed--he’d be out of here before Virgil could get an answer out of him, and then where would Virgil be--

Before Virgil could stop himself, he grabbed Princey’s arm. Princey looked down at it and back up at Virgil with wide eyes.

“Why are you here,” Virgil gritted out, “and you’re gonna tell me, ‘cause I’m tired and pissed and about to run you through with a sword.”

Princey opened his mouth, and for a second, nothing came out. “I--”

Virgil shifted his grip from Princey’s arm to his sash and tugged him closer. “Yeah?”

Princey blinked again, and Virgil realized suddenly that they were really close. And yeah, they’d been close before--fighting in close quarters, pinning each other down, and Princey had an irritating tendency to tug Virgil closer while teasing him--but they’d never been so close like this. The only lights were Virgil’s windows and the streetlights, and they played off Princey’s face and left him glowing gold, a nick in his lips and a flash in his eyes and--

And something wet was on his sash.

Virgil looked down. And how the heck hadn’t he seen the--

The blood.

“Is that what--” Virgil swallowed the rising panic. “Dude, you’re hurt--who did that--are you gonna bleed out, why didn’t you go to a hospital, why are you here--”

“Oh, it’s nothing,” Princey said in a lie so obvious he trailed off during the middle of it. “It doesn’t--”

And then he stumbled.

And then he was falling, falling toward Virgil, and Virgil was holding a sword, he couldn’t catch a supervillain right now--

Thankfully, Princey steadied himself before Virgil could accidentally skewer. He pulled himself back, out of Virgil’s grip, and Virgil was left with a bloody hand as Princey wrapped a hand around his waist and stepped back again.

Like Virgil would hurt him.

And Virgil would--Virgil had--Virgil was supposed to, or he definitely wasn’t supposed to help him, heroes didn’t help their villains--

“You got hurt,” Virgil said, his voice raspy. “Is it--is it bad?”

“Not very,” Princey assured him. “I’ll be out of your hair now, apologies for the disturbance--”

“You’re hurt,” Virgil said. “And--and you came here--”

“I thought you might--” Princey swallowed. “As I said. Never mind.”

Virgil stared at him, sword limp in his hand.

“You--” Virgil found a lump growing in his throat. “I--I have some bandaids in my bathroom--what am I saying, you don’t need bandaids--I have some bandages! And some gauze. I get beat up sometimes during fights, I can help you wrap it--”

Princey stared at him, again, like Virgil was doing something completely unexpected. And that made Virgil feel like crap--that basic kindness was unexpected.

“You don’t want to do that,” Princey said slowly.

“Uh, yeah, I do?” Virgil waved a hand at himself. “I’m pretty damn sure of what I want? Now come on, Princey, I haven’t booby-trapped the door.”

“You’re actually--” Princey looked around. “Look, I don’t want to--to intrude, or anything--”

“Like I said. I was watching videos. You aren’t, like, interrupting a marriage proposal.” Virgil watched him for a second before softening. “Look at it this way, if it really bothers you. You know my address and what I look like. I’ve gotta keep you hostage or whatever.”

“Hostage?” Princey repeated. “Not a very heroic move.”

“What can I say, I’m complicated.” Virgil shrugged. “Does that work for you?”

“I don’t know that much about you--”

“My name’s Virgil,” Virgil interrupted. “I’m studying graphic design in college, I like black coffee, and all my swords aren’t actually as sharp as I pretend they are. There. Now you know way too much information about me.” He smirked. “So guess I gotta take you hostage, and while we’re at it, patch you up before that blood ruins your outfit. Too bad, Princey. You don’t get a choice”

Princey watched him for a second longer, as if waiting for the other shoe to drop. Then his mouth twitched in a smile.

“I’m--I’m Roman,” he said. “It’s nice to meet you, Virgil.”

Virgil opened his mouth to say we’ve already met. But--yeah. Yeah, this was new.

And maybe not a bad kind of new.

“You too, Roman,” Virgil said, and stepped aside to let him in.

Give me a prompt, and I’ll write a short drabble!

#prinxiety #superhero au #roman sanders #virgil sanders #sanders sides #tw blood #tw injury #tw swords #asks and answers #prompt fic #imthebadguythatsfine #averywrites #sorry this took so long!! twas a big one #this is a prinxiety blog now /j

[thiswasinevitableid]

88. I dropped my watch in an open grave, jumped in to get it, and while you were visiting your dead grandmother, you saw me climbing out of the grave (credit to @enchantedcass)

Indruck, sfw or nsfw, please!

Here it is! This is technically SFW, though there's some discussion of sex and a bit of steaminess at the end.

“Here, these are fresh.” Indrid sets the wildflowers on the small, stone marker, so covered with moss and worn with age that no one can read it. He only knows where to find her because he watched from the Barrens as she was put in the ground.

Temperance Leeds. His grandmother, the one who narrowly avoided accusations of witchcraft, the only human who ever set foot deep enough in the trees to bring him food, to drape blankets over his shaking shoulders. She never forgot him, and he shall return the favor as long as he lives.

There’s a thump of earth behind him and he whirls; it’s midnight in a graveyard, who could possibly be here? The ghosthunters usually wait for darker nights to come. In his periphery, a hand rises from an open grave.

Great, if the dead rise he’ll probably be blamed for that too.

“Fuck” A young man pulls himself from the grave, staring at his cell phone, “c’mon, please don’t be fuckin cracked.” Light illuminates his face and sighs, “thank fuckin christ.”

The light disappears and he blinks, eyes adjusting to the dark. Indrid, too caught up in working out why he’s in the ground, hasn’t bothered to hide as he should. The human notices.

“Uh. I. Uh. Dropped my phone checkin the time. I, uh, definitely wasn’t smokin in the off limits, uh, fuck, graveyard I, uh, I fuck, promise I’ll clean up my beer bottles I mean, uh, fuck.” He scratches the back of his neck, “please don’t call the cops?”

“Can you see me?” Indrid cocks his head.

“Yeah?”

“And you are worried about me alerting the police?”

“I mean, guess we’re both breakin the rules but I kinda figured you were staff here because of the clothes.” He gestures to the ensemble Indrid cobbled together from clothes lines.

Indrid stands, stretches his wings, flicks his tail and watches the human slowly notice the color of his eyes and the outline of his horns.

“Fuck. Look, man, whatever you are, I swear I won’t tell, I’m just tryin to keep busy, please, my folks are already worried about me-”

“I’m not going to harm you.” Lightning cracks through the sky, flashing his shadow across the frightened human, “I just wanted you to see me clearly.”

Rain patters on the leather of his wings. The man looks up at the sky, face seeming even younger as it fills with resignation. Indrid recognizes it’s source.

“You have nowhere to go, do you?”

“No. I, uh, decided I wanted to get outta town and never come back, made it as far as here before I ran outta money.”

Indrid offers his hand, watches the man’s face zero in on the claws, “You may spend the night with me, if you wish. My home is a ways into the woods, but it is dry and warm.”

“Okay.” The young man replies softly, letting Indrid help him up as the dirt turns to mud. Indrid shelters him as best he can with a wing until they reach the cottage. Indrid kneels by the fireplace, lumps kindling into a pile as the young man sets his backpack on a chair.

“Nice place. Gotta admit I was expectin somethin more dilapidated. On account of the whole, uh, y’know.” He gestures to Indrid’s horns and cloven feet.

“It was much like you expected, once upon a time. But a human named Arlo Thacker took pity on me and helped me build it with the aid of a few friends. There.” The fire flickers merrily, “that should keep us warm. You may--ah, what are you doing?”

The young man has removed his jacket and shirt, revealing what Indrid recognizes from human magazines as a sports bra. His hands are now on the fly of his jeans.

“You said I was supposed to, uh, spend the night with you?”

“Yes, in that you may sleep here to be safe from the weather and any who might wish you harm. Not so that you may keep me warm. So to speak.”

“You’re not gonna fuck me?”

Indrid flicks his tail, surprised, “You would offer yourself to me, looking like this?”

The man nods in a way that suggests he’s run a calculus in his head and decided Indrid’s desire was less abhorrent than some other option. Indrid crosses the small living room, bringing them face to face. He reaches out a hand, runs his claws through black hair until the human closes his eyes. Then his hand slides to cup his cheek, one nail tracing fond little shapes on the skin as the man sighs. Against his better judgement, he tilts his head down to nose the dark locks; smoke lingers there, just as alcohol hangs on his breath. He’s so warm, so willing and so very soft. Indrid wants nothing more than to undress him further, carry him to his cozy bedroom and discover what sounds come when he fits their bodies together.

“What’s your name?”

“Duck. It’s a nickname.”

“A charming one. But no, Duck, I will not take such advantage of you. I may be called a devil, but I do not believe in making one trade their body for basic kindness. Come along, the bedroom will allow you more privacy.”

“Thanks.” Duck sways, and Indrid senses a weariness he’s not certain a good nights rest will fix. Tomorrow he will be sure to be gone when Duck awakens, leaving his dry clothes and a map back to town outside his door so that he can do what Indrid can dare to; leave the Barrens and find a life waiting for him in the world beyond.

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There are some days when Duck thinks his encounter in the woods was a dream. The hand-drawn map he keeps folded among his books tells him otherwise.

He’d come home after that night, made his peace with Kepler for a few years more, and often awoke from dreams where he was pushing through brush in pursuit of a strange shadow. He never cites these as a reason for his taking a job at a state forest in New Jersey that includes the Barrens.

Now, he’s decided to upgrade from his apartment to a house in the woods that’s been listed for over two years and is a goddamn steal because of that.

“As you can see, there’s another residence across the clearing; that’s why the company that built this lovely dwelling was able to do so. They intended to build a nice little community here.”

“The fact that ain’t happened got anythin to do with the reason I gotta stay the night before I make an offer?”

Ned’s smile falters, “Indeed, dear boy. I like you, so I’ll be forthcoming; we’ve never seen anyone in the other house. But they have most certainly seen us.”

Duck settles in for an uneventful afternoon and evening, reads his book and considers whether he could fit some windowboxes on the house for garden space. It’s not until it’s pitch black outside that it starts; footsteps on the roof, followed shortly by red eyes peering in through the living room window.

He opens the front door, the undergrowth rustling hurriedly to his left.

“Uh, hey there. You may not remember me but, uh, we’ve actually met before. About ten years ago. You uh, you let me stay the night?”

Only some crickets, unaware of the tension in the air, reply to him. Then the bushes grow two, ruby red flowers.

“Duck?”

“Yep. Y’know, you never told me your name. If we’re gonna be neighbors, feels like I oughta know what to call you.”

A shadow moves from the trees, stopping when it reaches the light spilling from the windows. He’s as Duck remembers him; short horns sprouting from a mop of silver hair, claws on his fingers and black wings folded on his back. His skin is a swirl of ashy grey and ember red. And his face, while striking, is human. That was the part that always tripped Duck up; the Jersey Devil was always drawn with a goat or horse face, making him question whether that’s who he met all those years ago.

“Indrid. My name is Indrid.”

“Nice to see you again, Indrid.”

The other man smiles, and Duck knows what will replace the mad hunt through the brush in his dreams, “Likewise.”

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“You know, she had three more children after me. None of them suffered the same curse.” Indrid kicks idly at the long decayed remains of his family home. Their nightly walk brough them close to it this time around, and Duck had been curious. His interest is never prurient or morbid; Duck wants to get to know Indrid, not his legend.

“That fuckin sucks.”

Indrid chuckles, “I do enjoy how you put things so plainly.”

“I’m serious, what kind of folks put their kid out when it’s a baby? I mean, mine weren't always the fuckin parents of the year but at least they understood lookin after me was part of the deal.”

“It was a different time.”

“Fine, but I’m still judgin the hell outta them.”

Indrid looks fondly down at the human, “That’s as fair a fate for them as any.”

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“It don’t weird you out?” Juno indicates Indrid’s house from where she and Duck are sitting on his front porch. The twin Adirondack chairs are a new addition, as the warmer months mean he and Indrid spend ample time trying to see the stars through the treetops.

“Nah. Indrid’s a real good neighbor when he’s around. He’s uh, from an old family so he don’t gotta work. Part of why he keeps such weird hours.” Duck wishes he could introduce them; it’d be nice for the three of them to have dinner before Juno heads south again. But Indrid has several centuries of shitty human encounters that dig under his skin like splinters, and Duck will never push him to ignore that pain. Besides, there will be other visits.

The summer and fall pass in much the same ways last winter and spring did. Duck works in the park, visits friends in town, runs errands, and generally goes about all the mundane moments that make up a life. Then he spends his evenings in one of the two cottages, or walking alongside Indrid on long-overgrown pathways.

The hardest part of it all is not mentioning Indrid in every single conversation; Duck is already tempting disaster being unable to lie and the neighbor of a cryptid. He doesn’t want to also drive his friends up the wall talking about said cryptids art, or his laugh, or the little herb garden Duck is helping him grow.

They’re in the stretch of days between Christmas and New Year, and Indrid has just finished opening the gift Duck brought him; a thick, soft sweater that Duck stitched a “I” into the front of along with a few little pine tree patches. Indrid smiles at him and notices that Duck’s sweater is done in a similar fashion (in fact, everyone in the Newton family wears one like this). The grin turns bashful and Indrid rubs his cheek against the fabric.

“Thank you, Duck. I, ah, I’m sorry I do not have anything to give you. Holidays are not my strong suit.”

“Just gettin to see you is enough.” Duck stands to refill his tea, Indrid’s gaze caressing his back as he moves through the room. He almost hadn’t gone home, had offered to stay and keep Indrid company. But his friend insisted, reminding him that while it felt odd to be without each other, they both had spent plenty of time apart and been fine. All the same, when he got home yesterday Indrid was knocking on his door before he even put his bag down.

Duck didn’t mind at all. No more than he minds when Indrid sleeps with his head in his lap or strokes his hair while they read on the couch.

The cryptid stokes the fire as the snow gives way to sleet, streaking the windows with icy drops.

“Goodness, what a frigid night.”

“No kiddin.” Duck sets his mug down, turns just as Indrid gets to his feet, “can’t say I mind, kinda reminds me of the night we met.”

The colors of Indrid’s skin make a blush difficult to spot, but Duck’s learned which dip of his head and quirk of his lip means it’s there.

“‘Drid? Did you ever think about that night? Because I did. I, uh, I do.”

“Yes.” Indrid’s tail twitches.

“What do you think about?”

“I, ah, I...you first.”

Duck crosses the creaking floorboards, looking up into red eyes, “I think about how safe it felt when you brought me here. How when I woke up, I felt like this was some kinda weird sign, that I needed to rethink some things and that’s how come I went home, which turned out to be a good call. And” he smirks, “I think about how I was drunk and desperate enough to ask the fuckin Jersey Devil if he was gonna fuck me.”

Indrid blushes once more, studies the ground as Duck touches his shoulder, “I must say that is the part that dominated most of my thoughts. Not right away; for the first few weeks when I thought of you I only hoped you were alright. Then I would let myself imagine that I had been devilish indeed.”

Gently, Duck raises Indrid’s hand and cradles his cheek with it as they did that night, “What would you have done, devil of mine?”

A snicker, “I will answer that only if you tell me whether you are angling for the demonstration that I think you are.”

“Damn right.” He closes his eyes, heart swelling and skin prickling as Indrid steps closer and nuzzles the top of his head.

“I would have asked if you were tired of running. If you wanted a home. And would you like to make it here, so that we could keep each other company. I know in my heart this would have been a selfish offer. I am glad I did not make it, did not trap you here, resign you to a fate that was not what you would have chosen freely.”

“I’m pretty fuckin free these days.”

“And that all on it’s own fills me with joy. But yes, there were nights where I wished I’d been selfish.”

Duck tips his head up, brushing their noses together, “Say you made that offer and I accepted. What then?”

Indrid cups his face with both hands. The kiss is chaste, Indrid sighing against his lips as he twines his claws in his hair. Duck wraps his arms around his waist, lightly teasing the edge of one wing.

“Then” Indrid murmurs, “I’d carry you to bed.”

“Yeah, that part woulda been easier when I was seventeEEN” he laughs as Indrid scoops him into a bridal carry with ease. He’s never been in Indrid’s bed, so he giggles again when he discovers it’s ten times squishier than his own. The cryptid sinks onto it with him, guiding him so they’re face to face on their sides.

“May I undress you?”

“Knock yourself out, darlin.” Affection deep and warm as a thermal spring wells up in him as Indrid carefully removes his sweater and shirt before dainty setting his claws to work on his fly. When Duck is down to his boxers, hunger enters Indrid’s eyes for the first time.

“Oh you are divine.” One hand strokes his leg, pausing at the crease of his thigh each time it reaches there. The other curves along his belly up to his chest before caressing his face, the black claws making his skin seem oddly pale and very fragile in comparison.

Duck touches the hem of Indrid’s shirt and the cryptid freezes.

“‘Drid? Is this okay?”

“Do you...truly wish to see me unclothed?”

Duck surges forward to kiss him as he rucks up his shirt, the movement a sufficient answer for Indrid to raise his arms and let him pull the sweater and battered shirt beneath it away. His skin here is the same swirl of colors as the rest of him, but there’s a dusting of peach fuzz fur across it. It’s delightful under Duck’s tongue, though the little keen of pleasure from Indrid is even better.

“It’s strange” Indrid traces hearts and zig-zags with his claws along Duck’s sides as the human continues kissing his chest and neck, “I thought that seeing you like this would so overwhelm me with need that I’d beg to have you this instant. But it seems I feel much the same way I did in my fantasies of that night.”

“Oh” Duck reaches up to toy with the base of a horn and Indrid groans happily before continuing.

“Had you stayed, knowing you were now mine, I’d have taken my time. Nestled you under the blankets, opened you up on my tongue until you were weak from pleasure. That way it would be easy to take you when I was ready. Perhaps on your back, so you had me to hold onto if you needed. Or on your belly, so you would be even more sheltered from the cold, cruel world by my body and wings. And I’d stay there for hours, make up for decade after decade of touch starvation by glutting myself on your young, willing body.”

“Holy fuck, ‘Drid.” Duck pulls him down into a kiss, “christ that’s a fuckin good image.”

“Mmmm” the cryptid licks his cheek, “it is, isn’t it. But since you are not going anywhere, and we are not limited by the confines of my imagination, I am even less inclined to rush. Will you indulge me with just kisse tonight?”

Duck brushes silver hair from his forehead, planting a kiss there when he’s done, “Of course.”

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The morning brings several feet of snow and announcement that those who can stay in their homes and shelter from the ongoing storm should. The pines drop heaps of white across the ground, and frost makes the windows so icy it’s better to draw the curtains and stay curled up in the dark.

Duck doesn’t mind at all.

#indrid cold/ duck newton #indruck #meet ugly #monster boyfriend

[clouded-dreams2]

Prompts

1) “If you insist”

2) “This didn’t work out as I had intended.”

3) “Definitely not.”

4) “I will prove you wrong. Just watch.”

5) “Idiots. They are all idiots.”

6) “Well, this went horribly wrong…”

7) “Please tell me, this is not why you woke me up.”

8) “I may have lost it.”

9) “I prefer not to be disturbed.”

10) “This is a stupid excuse.”

11) “Are you awake or asleep?”

12) “I can’t smile at you, I’m mad.”

13) “Well, it’s never too late.”

14) “Just five more minutes.”

15) “Where did you get the flowers from?”

16) “Alright, let’s make a deal.”

17) “Cooking is an art form.”

18) “Thanks for nothing, I guess.”

19) “This is so stupid.”

20) “Is that my shirt?”

21) “Who do we have here?”

22) “I’m annoyed, to say it mildly.”

23) “Not sure what you mean.”

24) “Tomorrow will be better.”

25) “I don’t know how I feel about this.”

26) “Lies. Just lies.”

27) “Well, we can’t fix it now.”

28) “I’m not touching that!”

29) “It’s not what you think it is.”

30) "I can’t believe we’re friends sometimes.”

31) “How was I supposed to know?”

32) “This fits perfectly.”

33) “Stay there. I’m on my way.”

34) “The world is not ready for this.”

35) “The feeling is mutual.”

36) “Does this make sense to you?”

37) “I’m just so tired.”

38) “Do I really want to know?”

39) “I volunteer myself to go last.”

40) “We were never properly prepared for this.”

41) “Things can always be worse.”

42) “Not our brightest idea.”

43) “Did you see that?”

44) “How did you get it like that?”

45) “This is a nightmare.”

46) “I have secrets you don’t want to know about.”

47) “Don’t test my patience”

48) “You had your chance, you blew it”

49) “Why can’t I be the little spoon for once”

50) “You did not just shave that…”

51) “I got you some”

52) “That was private”

53) “I can’t believe they saw that”

54) “Maybe this thing was a masterpiece”

55) “We don’t have time to process this”

56) “We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.”

57) “Walk out that door and we’re through”

58) “Well. Yell, scream, say something. Anything”

59) “You had to kill me, but it killed you just the same”

60) “You can’t keep pretending it didn’t happen, cause guess what? It did!”

61) “Just leave me alone”

62) “Please don’t cry. I can’t stand to see you cry”

63) “I need some time”

64) “Stop pretending you’re okay, because I know you’re not.”

65) “If I have to tell you again, I won’t be this nice.”

66) “Stay with me”

67) “You’re blushing”

68) “How do you become “accidently” married?”

69) “This is stupid. And kind of fun.”

70) “You’re my best friend”

71) “Despite what you think, I am completely capable of taking care of myself”

72) “You and me - movie night.”

73) “To be loved and to be in love”

74) “Just please be my best friend right now, not the guy I just confessed my love to.”

75) “I think I’m in love with you, and that scares the crap out of me”

76) “What if I told you I’ve been in love with you since we were kids.”

77) “Let’s kiss and see where it takes us.”

78) “I think you’re just afraid to be happy”

79) “Why are you so nice to me”

80) “We’ll get through this, I promise”

81) “You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad”

82) “You’re mine. I don’t share”

83) “Just shut up and kiss me.”

84) “If we get caught, I’m blaming you”

85) “Make me”

86) “Do you want to kiss as bad as I do right now”

87) “I think I forgot how to breath”

88) “Stop biting/licking that fucking lip!”

89) “I missed something didn’t I?”

90) “You come to my room and wake me up at 4am, to cuddle?”

91) “Well, this is awkward”

92) “You look like you need a hug”

93) “Please come home, I miss you”

94) “You’re so fucking adorable”

95) “You’re lucky you’re cute”

96) “Cuddle me.”

97) “Sometimes I really don’t like you”

98) “You’re seriously like a man-child.”

99) “I’m too sober for this”

100) “I just want a day to have you by my side"

#prompt list #request #fanfic #multi fandoms posts #i dont know what else

[palettes-and-prompts]

100 Whump Dialogue Prompts

1) "No one is coming to help you." 2) "Your screams are music to my ears." 3) "Keep your eyes open, I really want you to watch what I'm about to do to your little friend here." 4) "Does it kill you? Knowing that you can't do anything to stop me?" 5) "Don't worry, I'm not going to kill you just yet." 6) "You were always too soft, never could stand up for yourself." 7) "Where's your hero now when you need them the most? I don't see them." 8) "Do you really think they could ever love you?" 9) "Look at you now, you're pathetic. You're weak." 10) "I don't want to rush this, I've been waiting a long time for this moment so I want to be able to take my time with you." 11) "But they told me they loved me." "Aww, sweetheart, they were lying, I'm the only one who could ever love you." 12) "I never wanted to hurt people! I didn't want this life! You made me a monster." 13) "I didn't make you a monster, you were just born that way." 14) "Hope you're not too attached to that hand." 15) "You killed them, you bury them." 16) "You made me hurt them." "I didn't make you do anything you didn't want to do." 17) "Do as you're told or you're going to make me angry." 18) "Don't ever say that name in front of me again, do you understand?" 19) "I only do these things because I love you, you know that right? I don't want to hurt you, but you just make me so angry sometimes." 20) "Don't take me back there! Please, I can't go back there. They're there." 21) "If I tell you what they made me do you wont be able to look at me the same." 22) "Let them go. I did everything you asked me to do, now just let them go!" 23) "You're a talker, I never liked talkers. Let's see how much talking you can do with your tongue cut out." 24) "You never listen, but that's okay because after I finish carving up your little friend over here I think you're going to be able to hear me just fine. 25) "I've never smashed anyone's hand with a hammer before so this is going to be a first for both of us." 26) "What happened to you? What did they say to you?" "Please don't make me tell you." 27) "I can't sleep, every time I close my eyes I see them." 28) "They were right, I'm weak and I couldn't save them." 29) "Let them go and you can have me. Let them go and I'll never try to leave again. I promise." 30) "No, they were my friend. I should be the one to kill them." 31) "No, go on, say it. Say that you wish I'd died instead of them, I know you want to!" 32) "Why do you stay with them? You don't deserve to be treated like this, no one does." 33) "The only thing you've ever been good at is being a coward!" 34) "You don't belong here, you never did." 35) "You're a waste of air." 36) "You're useless." 37) "They hurt you, why do you go back?" "They're the only family I've got." 38) "You don't have friends, we're the only ones who are able to tolerate you. 39) "I've felt pain all my life, but now? I don't feel anything." "Good, then you're ready." 40) "I wish they would have let you die that day." 41) "You always were too emotional." 42) "What do hugs feel like?" 43) "Why does everything hurt?" 44) "Why doesn't anyone want me? 45) "Families are supposed to love you, not leave you." "Then I guess I've never had a family." 46) "Do you think I'll ever have a family one day?" 47) "How long do you think they can hold their breath underwater before they need to breathe?" 48) "Hey! Hey, wake up! How many of these did you take, huh? No, no, don't go back to sleep, you need to stay awake for me." 49) "Are you afraid of me too?" 50) "Why didn't you tell us you'd been hit? You almost died." 51) "Prove your loyalty. Kill them." "They're just a kid." 52) "Am I going to die here?" "No, okay? Just stay with me." 53) "Your efforts to be the good guy have been so cute but it's time to face reality. You were born to be bad, you'll never be the hero. 54) "I'm fine." "No you're not, you're losing a lot of blood." 55) "Save the others first. Save them first or all my fighting was for nothing." 56) "You see these scars? You did this to me." 57) "Do you think they knew I loved them before they died?" 58) "Could you ever forgive me?" 59) "I can't give up. They need me so I can never give up." 60) "You couldn't save your first love, what makes you think you can save your second?" 61) "It's okay if you're scared of dying, your friends were too." 62) "Whatever you want, anything you want, I'll give it to you. Just make it stop." 63) "They say I'm a monster and I never believed them but now I think they're right." 64) "I failed my mission, I couldn't save them. Their deaths are on me." 65) "I can't eat, I can't sleep, I can barely fucking breathe because they're gone and it's my fault. And god knows what they're doing to them right now and I'm just sitting here doing nothing!" 66) "Calm down, calm down, you were just dreaming." 67) "Take me instead, please?" "What would I want with someone as pathetic as you?" 68) "If you have to kill one of us kill me." 69) "I ruined your brilliant plan, I destroyed everything you built, I killed your friends, and now you've got one bullet left and two people in front of you. So, shoot me because if you shoot them and let me live I'm going tear you apart piece by piece. So, what's it going to be?" 70) "I know you've been out for a long time need you to do a job for me." "I'm not killing again." "Not even if the person I'm asking you to kill is responsible for all of your pain?" 71) "It'd be a shame if someone you loved got hurt, I know how much your friends mean to you." 72) "I hate myself when I'm with you." 73) "I wish you didn't have to be medicated to call me." 74) "This is all your fault. I wish you'd died in that car crash instead of them." 75) "I need to get up. They're dying so I need to get up right now." 76) "Just make it all stop, please, it hurts. Everything hurts." 77) "We can't be together. You know that. You and I bring out the worst in each other." 78) "Be a shame if you kept talking and I had to take out a few of those teeth to shut you up. Especially since you've got such a lovely smile." 79)  "Look at that, your hero came for you after all. They really do love you, huh? It's a shame you wont get the reunion you wanted." 80) "I know living with me hasn't been easy but I really am trying here." 81) "You put on such a brave face but the truth is you're terrified of what's out there." 82) "You think you're ready to do everything but you're not. You're not ready to kill someone, no matter how much you hate them." 83) "Everybody keeps telling me what to do, what to say, what to think, what to feel and I can't do this anymore, I can't. I feel like I'm not even a person anymore and I just need it to stop. I just want everything to stop! 84) "I'm just trying to keep you from dying! Don't you see that? I care about you and you are the last person I ever want to see dead out there, so just fucking listen to me for once!" 85) "I just want to keep you safe, there are a lot of bad people out there who want to hurt people like us. We have to be careful." 86) "Goddamn it, kid, don't you ever listen? Stay still, let me stop the bleeding, okay?" 87) "You are not one of us, okay? You're just some rando who got dragged into all this shit. So take this money, get a bus ticket, and go home, kid." 88) "What have I become?" 89) "Why hasn't anyone looked for me yet?" "Because they don't care about you like I do." 90) "I'm not a kid anymore so stop treating me like I am!" 91) "They left you all alone. Stay here with me and I'll never leave you. I can be your family and we can watch them all burn together." 92) "Why did you jump in front of me back there?" "Why didn't you move?" 93) "I never thought I'd see you again, they told me you were dead." 94) "Get under the bed and don't make a sound okay?" "But they'll get you." "Just get under the bed and no matter what you hear or what you see just stay completely quiet and completely still. Do that for me, alright?" 95) "Shh, it's just me, don't panic." "Don't sneak up on me like that." 96) "I feel so useless." 97) "You call out for them when you sleep. Do you want to talk about it?" 98) "My eyelids feel like they weigh a million pounds." "It's because you're tired, you should get some sleep. We have to save the world tomorrow." 99) "Hey! Hey, calm down. Calm down, it's just me." 100) "When I finish patching you up I swear to god I'm gonna kick your ass for making me worry about you."

#100 Whump prompts #Dialogue prompts #100 dialogue prompts #100 prompts #hurts/comfort? #prompts #writing #writing prompts #write #angst prompts #angsty #whump #whump prompts #gaslighting #potentially triggering

[nose-bandaid]

88% chance of rainfall

Seungkwan x (gender neutral) Reader fluff | 917 words

synopsis: why use two umbrellas when you could share one?

a/n: happy birthday to seungkwan:)

gif from pinterest !!

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"It's going to rain tomorrow."

That was the very ominous text your boyfriend Seungkwan texted you an hour ago. Following his message, you went to check the weather forecast on TV, and sure enough, the screen told you that the chance of rainfall tomorrow was well above 80% — high enough to safely assume that it would rain at some point. You sent a quick message back, agreeing to his statement and your screen lit up again a few minutes later.

"Are you still up for tomorrow?"

Right. You almost forgot that the rain would interfere with your date. You were in the middle of typing back when the phone began to buzz, his contact showing up.

You picked up. "Hey, I was just replying to you — I'm still cool with going. We can cancel the walk and just go to the restaurant if that's better?”

"No, no." He quickly turned down your offer and you curiously waited for his elaboration. "I was actually wondering... You know how people always share an umbrella in dramas?"

Your lips quipped into a small smile when you caught onto what he was trying to say. "Yeah, cliché, but cute."

"I was wondering if you'd like to share an umbrella and still go on that walk tomorrow?"

"Of course I would. But isn't this something that's supposed to be, you know, a surprise?"

He huffed on the other end and you could imagine his exasperated expression. "I know you'd either bring an umbrella or think I'm strange to insist that we still go on a walk, so I had to do something."

You hummed in agreement. He got you there, you’ve always been pretty prepared for any situation. "Then I'll see you tomorrow with no umbrella in hand." You grinned.

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It began raining about halfway through the date. From your seat in the restaurant, you had a good view of the city bustling outside and you watched as the rain began to fall. It started as a light drizzle — most people just trudged through it, not sparing any attention — but it quickly turned into a frantic pouring. The city life soon diminished as people ran for cover or cancelled plans. You could hear the group of teens sitting at a nearby booth complain about how the day was ruined.

You didn't mind the rain one bit, though.

The meal was as straightforward as it ever could be. It wasn’t uncommon for the two of you to meet up for lunch, so you were pretty used to having it in your schedules. Now you understand why Seungkwan might’ve wanted to make things a little more exciting this time. You listened to him talk about his past week and you caught him up on your own stories. Then, you both ranted about the latest episode of this show you've been hooked on, laughing at how your minds always worked on the same wavelength.

And a couple of kisses were sneaked in here and there, of course.

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Sure enough, when you had finished eating and stepped outside into the rain, Seungkwan took out the umbrella he brought with him and clicked it open. When he raised it above your heads, you noted its adorable duck design and wondered how he got his hands on it. You decided on bothering him about that some other time to see how he'd react.

"You ready?" He asked, sending a gentle smile your way.

"As long as you're going to do a darn good job protecting me from the rain." You joked when it only began to fall even harder. With each car that passed by, you instinctively braced yourself for the potential splash of water, but luckily you both remained dry.

Seungkwan chuckled at your words and laced his hand into yours. "I'll do my best."

For the most part, you walked in silence, enjoying the uncommon peace that settled over the city. You listened to his soft humming mixed with the sound of rain splattering onto the ground and sighed contentedly. The familiar musty scent of Earth reminded you that it was almost spring, and as spring comes, so would another year of being with Seungkwan.

As if he caught onto your thoughts, Seungkwan squeezed your hand a little and brushed his thumb along yours. His warmth, his smile, his kindness, his love. Sometimes you wondered what it was that made you deserve someone as precious as him.

A couple ran past you, holding hands as they tried to escape from the rain. Seungkwan's grip on your shoulder tightened as he pulled you closer into his embrace. You narrowly escaped the splash from the puddle that they stepped on and laughed at the close call when they hurriedly shouted an apology.

It was then, that you realized that there was no point in comparing who deserved what and who didn't. Because it was the little actions like these that were a reminder of his love for you.

So you learned that sometimes lengthy confessions weren't needed. You knew he loved you, just as much as he knew you loved him. And that was enough.

You both stood in your spot, watching the couple run further and further away and you tugged on his sleeve. "Say, Seungkwan, are there any other romantic clichés you'd like to try out?"

He grew flustered at your sudden question, eyes wavering as he hesitated, but offered an idea nevertheless.

"How about a kiss in the rain?"

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[hamiltonimagines]

Everything Will Be Okay

Pairing: Lin x Reader

Request: “Hi! I'm in need of some LMM love pretty please 🥺 where he and the reader are together, and her mother is sick and in the hospital very suddenly. She calls Lin from the hospital and he rushes to her side and he comforts her and spends the night with her in the waiting room just cuddling her and trying to keep her distracted and making her smile. Just some fluffy comfort if you can/want, please and thank you much!!” - @stelle-tenere

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: Very vivid description of having a loved on in the hospital. Multiple descriptions of panic

I looked over at the clock and saw that it was 4pm. I realized that I should probably start getting ready for my date. Lin and I had been dating for about four months and we had a date tonight.

I got up from my couch and walked into my room to find an outfit to wear. I was standing, looking at all my clothes, when I heard my phone start ringing.

I didn’t know who would be calling me, so I walked over to my phone. I saw an unknown number. I wasn’t expecting a call, but I picked it up.

“Hello?” I answered the phone. “Hello is this Y/N?” The woman on the other end asked. I sighed to myself, it was probably another one of those fake phone calls, where they tried to get your credit card information.

“Yes it is” I replied, simply. “This is the New York General Hospital, your mother was just admitted to the hospital. She had a bad fall, and she’s currently in surgery” the woman told me.

I could feel my heart drop. I could feel my whole body fill up with panic. I had a million questions racing through my mind. I had a pit in my stomach and I couldn’t get rid of it. I didn’t even notice that I hadn’t responded.

“Ma’am, are you still there?” The woman asked. “Yes, I’m sorry. I will be right there” I said, hanging up the phone and grabbing my keys. I raced to the hospital, faster than I’d ever gone anywhere before.

The whole ride there, the only thing I could think of was my poor mother, laying on the floor, hurt. I couldn’t bare to think about how scared she must have been, waiting for the ambulance.

I pulled into the hospital parking lot and raced inside. I ran up to the front desk. “Hi, my name is Y/N. You called me because my mother had a fall. You said she was in surgery” I told the woman at the front desk.

“Ahh yes, your mother is in room 742. It’s the first door on the right, down that hallway. She might not be awake from surgery yet” she told me. “Okay thank you” I said, and walked to the room as quickly as my legs would carry me.

I walked in and saw my mother, still asleep. It broke my heart into a million pieces. She looked so fragile, and she had so many wires attached to her.

I could feel the tears start to well up in my eyes. Then, I felt my phone start buzzing. I saw that Lin was calling me. I stepped into the hallway and answered it, I needed a distraction.

“Hey Y/N? Where are you? Is everything okay? You were supposed to be here 30 minutes ago, I’ve been texting you” he told me. “Hi Lin, everything’s fine. I’m at the hospital” I told him. “Wait, the hospital? Are you hurt?” He asked me, his voice laced with concern.

“No, it’s just my mom. She had a fall. I have to be here with her, I can’t come tonight” I told him. “No, I get it. You have to be with your mom. What hospital are you at?” He asked me. “New York General” I told him, not even thinking about it. “Okay, well I’ll let you get back” he told me. We both said goodbye and I hung up.

I glanced back in the room and saw that my mother was still asleep. I decided to call my siblings and let them know what happened. I was the only one in New York, so there’s no they could come.

I finished making my calls and I walked back into the hospital room. I sat down in the chair next to my mom’s bed. I looked down at my hands, I couldn't do anything, but think of the worst case scenario.

I could feel the tears start streaming down my face. I grabbed a tissue and started to wipe them away. Then, I looked up and saw Lin standing in the doorway.

I stood up and ran over to him. He pulled me right into his arms. He felt warm and his embrace was comforting. He rocked me back and forth as I quietly cried in his arms. “Shhh shhh everything will be okay” he whispered to me.

“She must be in so much pain, I just want to take all of it. I would take away all her pain, if it just meant she would be better” I told him, trying to stop crying. “Well you can’t do that. But what you can do is love her and be here for her. And I know that she knows how much you love her” he told me, kissing my temple.

“I just feel so useless, she’s just laying there and I can’t do anything to help her get better” I confessed. “Do you need me to do anything?” He asked me. “Can you stay here? I need to go find a nurse and see how my mom’s surgery went. Can you come find me if she wakes up?” I asked him. “Of course” he said, giving my hand a a reassuring squeeze, before I walked away.

I walked down the hallway and back for the front desk. “Hi, I was just wondering if you knew how my mom's surgery went?” I asked her. “One second, let me check the file” the woman said. She looked through a folder and looked back up at me. “Her surgery went well. She had a large cut on her leg and they stitched it up. She has a prescription for the pain, but she should be able to leave tomorrow” the woman told me. “Okay thank you so much, you’ve been really helpful” I thanked her.

I walked back to my mom’s room and saw Lin walking toward me. “What’s wrong?” I asked panicking. “Nothing’s wrong, she just woke up. The nurse said she might be a little groggy” he told me. I could feel my whole demeanor change. I felt so relieved that I could finally talk to her and see what she needed.

I walked in and her eyes lit up when she saw me. I sat down next to her and we talked. She said she didn’t anything. Then the nurse gave her some medicine to help her sleep. The nurse said it would help her heal faster.

I grabbed a magazine off her bedside table and started to read it. Lin peaked his head in and saw that she was asleep. He quietly walked over next to me and sat in the other chair.

He set his hand on my thigh, and he started to draw little shapes absentmindedly. I leaned my head on his shoulder and he put his arm around my shoulders. I continued to read the magazine, mostly as a way to focus on something else.

I started to feel a little tired, but I knew I had to stay up, in case anything happened. “Are you tired? You could go take a nap in my car if you want, I’ll stay” Lin suggested. “No, I need to stay awake. Let’s go get some coffee” I said, standing up. “Okay” he said nodding.

He interlaced our fingers and we walked to the cafeteria. It was taking all of my will power to not burst into tears.

I didn’t say a word to Lin, the whole way to the cafeteria. I had too much on my mind. “So how are you holding up?” He asked me, as I poured the coffee into my cup. “Honestly, I don’t know. I feel like I’m going to fall apart every time I look at her. And I know she got lucky and it could of been much worse, but it’s mind-numbingly terrifying” I told him, honestly. “Listen, you would be crazy if you felt fine. But I’m here for you and I will do anything you need. And I’m also here to tell you that everything will be okay” he told me, putting his arm around my waist and kissing my cheek.

“Did you know that Hawaii is the only state in the US that grows coffee” Lin said, trying to distract me. “I know what you’re doing” I told him, and looking up at him. He had a dumb smile on his face.

“Thank you, for trying to distract me” I said, as we started to walk back to her room. “You don’t have to thank me. I’ll always be here for you” he assured me.

We got back to the room and sat back down. Lin draped his jacket across his lap and used it as a blanket. He slowly started to doze off. I picked the magazine back up and started to read it.

Before I knew it, I was yawning and I couldn’t keep my eyes open. I stood up and started pacing around the room, trying to stay awake.

Then, Lin stirred in his seat. “What time is it?” He asked me. I checked my watch. “Almost three in the morning” I answered. “Have you slept yet?” He asked me, concerned. “No, I’m fine. I have to stay awake” I told him. “I’ll stay awake for you, if that’ll make you feel better” Lin suggested.

“Okay fine, I’ll sleep for a little bit. But you have to wake me up if anything happens” I told him. “I promise, now come get some sleep” Lin told me. I walked over to my seat and laid my head down in his lap. I was finally able to relax. He stroked my hair, until I feel asleep.

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