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urfriendlywriter · 10 months

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25 romance tropes/au :

(feel free to use!! my fav is 7, 10, 15, 16!!! 22, & omg TAG MEEE WHEN YALL WRITE PLSS )

forbidden romance au

SECRET romance!!

there was only one bed trope.. (u can sleep on the floor--)

enemies to lovers with knives at each other's throat !!!!

forced proximity trope.

friends to lovers??? with slowburn. omg.

shy person getting wild trope. [I'LL GIVE U MONEY TO WRITE THIS.]

"i had a nightmare.. can i stay over at yours?" trope AAAAAH

the kiss after nearly dying

BUT THE one last kiss bcs they don't know if they'll make it out alive after????

dancing in kitchen

baking cookies together

"i can't stand you." x "then sit :)"

powerful female protagonist x equally powerful significant other who'll do anything she says (yk we all thinking warnette)

time loop romance--- A dies in every universe so B goes back in time over and over again, to make things right in atleast one of the lifetime.

KISSING THE SMILE OF UR LOVERRR

running into each other's arms w tears streaming down their cheeks

puppy love getting forgotten and catching feelings for the same person again.

innocent high school romance. taking polaroids, studying for exams together, going to icafes together, smol amusement park dates etc etc

spinning around in a hug

laughing so much together until yall cry

tucking a flower behind their ear.

sunset picnic dates

first meet in a cafe! ex. complimenting something ab them--their work, outfit etc

saving each other from near death and crumbling down on the spot. give me angsty dialogues, tears, confessions, sarcastic remarks hide the actuall feelings. AAAAAAH

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wynnyfryd · 9 months

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Since you asked so nicely…and I’m nothing if not a giver… Steve very seriously saying to Eddie “That’s rich coming from the guy who tried to kill me less than two hours ago” in whatever scenario your Big Brain can come up with (ily ur amazing btw)

“Can’t believe you let a twelve year old drive off with your car,” Eddie snorts as he tosses another bottle cap into the hole in the floor of the boathouse.

“Can you stop that?” Steve clips. He doesn’t understand why Eddie’s bothering to do it, anyway. It’s too fucking dark to see the caps once they hit the water, but the steady plunk plunk plunk is starting to drive him a little nuts. Eddie is starting to drive him a little nuts.

You have to stay with him, Steve.

No one else is strong enough to protect him if someone comes looking for him, Steve.

Goddamn horseshit, is what it is.

Without Eddie’s little game of toss, the boathouse is… really creepy, actually. All creaking wood and nocturnal animal noises and Eddie’s shaky, rattling breaths.

“She’s fourteen,” Steve says to fill the silence he regrets asking for.

“Huh?”

“Max. She’s fourteen, not twelve.”

Eddie scoffs, lets his head drop again, hiding behind a curtain of hair. He brings a strand up to his mouth, mumbles, “Like that makes it any better.”

Okay, you know what? Steve doesn’t need this. He just does not need this. Not from the fully grown drug-dealing goth weirdo he’s being forced to babysit.

Seriously, who is Eddie Munson to go questioning his judgement when he’s trying to do the guy a fucking favor?

“That’s rich coming from the guy who tried to kill me less than two hours ago,” he bites, rubbing at the spot on his neck where the jagged glass pressed in.

“Oh, fuck off, man,” Eddie rolls his eyes. “I didn’t try to fuckin’- I wouldn’t… w-wouldn’t-”

Oh, no. Goddammit.

Eddie’s eyes go all wide and wet, his lip quivering around the word ‘kill,’ and Steve can just hear his mother tutting about his lack of decorum. The boy just witnessed a murder, Steven.

“Shit, man, Eddie, I’m-”

Eddie makes this sound — this pathetic thing, stuttering and damp, like mildew in his lungs, and his cheeks burn red as a tear tips over his lashes. Shit.

Shit.

“Hey,” Steve tries, reaching out to clap a hand on Eddie’s shoulder, but Eddie rears back, voice cracking as he snaps, “Don’t touch me!”

Eyes hot. Breath wet and heaving.

Steve’s gonna get decked for this.

“I’m- just… Just come here, man,” Steve says, wrapping an arm around Eddie, pulling him in, and Eddie folds like crumpled paper, collapses into Steve’s side and sobs, shaking them both so violently that Steve scoots them back a little from the edge of the hole in the floor just to be safe. He wraps Eddie up with both arms, and Eddie slumps down into his lap, and they’re-

Jesus. They’re cuddling. Steve Harrington is cuddling with Eddie Munson. What the fuck. What the fuck?

“You’re okay,” Steve murmurs, rocking them gently and brushing damp curls out of Eddie’s eyes, because, like. Might as well, right? This is already so weird.

#steddie #steddie drabble #always the goddamn babysitter #and then they kiss or something idk #love youuuuuuuu #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie fic #my writing #prompt fill

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5sospenguinqueen · 1 month

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MC: Ow.

(Sebastian bursts into the Undercroft, wand out, preparing to cast some Unforgiveables)

Sebastian: Wait, there’s no danger in here?

MC: (holding up her finger) Papercut.

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nyoomfruits · 3 months

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"i think i deserve a kiss"

“i think I deserve a kiss”

People underestimate sometimes, Oscar thinks, how much of being an F1 driver is just waiting around. Sure, it’s hectic too, being dragged from interview to sponsor event to actual free practices, qualifying, the race. But there’s a lot of in between moments like these, standing in one of the endless winding hallways of the MTC, waiting for their meeting to start.

Lando is next to him, bouncing from one foot to the next. He’s even worse at the waiting thing than Oscar is, fidgety and impatient, and whenever left waiting too long he gets-

“Kiss,” Lando demands. He’s bounded over to Oscar and is leaning down slightly, practically shoving his forehead in Oscar’s face.

Annoying.

“No, Lando, come on. We’re in public,” Oscar complains, glancing around. The hallway is deserted. It’s nearing 6pm, most people have already left for the day. Oscar and Lando are close to leaving too, just have to get through this one last meeting.

Lando pouts, wiggles. “Kiss,” he repeats, a little more demanding, a little whinier.

“Oh for fuck’s-“ Oscar cuts off, presses a quick kiss to Lando’s forehead, who beams. “There, happy?”

“Hm,” Lando seems to consider it. Oscar prepares himself for the worst. “I think I deserve another.”

“Deserve,” Oscar says, flatly, raises an eyebrow.

“Yeah, for being like, the best boyfriend you’ve ever had.” Lando’s smiling now, that shit eating one he has that means he’s going to get what he wants no matter how Oscar plays his cards. Horribly enough, he’s right. Oscar’s rather weak for him, unfortunately.

“You’re the only boyfriend I’ve ever had,” Oscar says, but dutifully presses another kiss Lando’s forehead, who hums happily and doesn’t press his luck for a third one, just rolls his head onto Oscar’s shoulder instead.

“Wish we could just go home,” he mutters into the fabric of Oscar’s hoodie, and Oscar smiles, reaches up a hand to tug Lando a little closer.

“Soon,” he says, and then presses another kiss to the top of Lando’s head.

Lando’s right, after all. He deserves all the kisses he can get.

#this is so soppy #anyway #landoscar #mctwinks #twinklaren #drabble #slowly making my way through the kiss prompts!!#not taking any more btw just finishing the ones i still have

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bisexual-cryptid · 2 years

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steve is kind of obsessed with kissing eddie. he has kissed many people in his life but he’s never been so enamored by it. he just completely loses himself in it. he’ll kiss him for hours, their lips getting red and raw but he couldn’t care less.

he loves tangling his hands in eddie’s hair, tugging just slightly to pull a soft noise from his throat. he loves how eddie’s hands wander everywhere when they kiss, never staying in one place for too long. he loves how sometimes it’s messy enough he has drool sliding down his chin afterwards. he loves how cared for and loved he feels when eddie kisses him. he loves everything about it. if it were up to him, the two of them would never stop kissing until the day they died.

#stranger things #st4 #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie #steve x eddie #steveddie #headcanon #steddie kiss #prompt #drabble

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raes-writing-space · 6 months

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Kiss Prompt Drabbles - Floyd Leech x Reader

Kiss Prompt: *Can’t Let Go Yet Kiss - The type of goodbye kiss when you keep leaving quick pecks on each other’s lips, but end up pulling each other back for more, which could go on for hours if one of you don’t finally pull away.*

Warnings: None that I know of. GN Reader, "you" pronouns.

Trying to go to class when Floyd was feeling particularly needy was difficult, to say the least. One “goodbye kiss” would never be just one, he wouldn’t let you. If you tried to break away from what was supposed to be a peck, his big hands would hold you by your hips, your waist, you chin, you neck, anywhere that you couldn’t escape him so easily.

Of course he doesn’t care one bit if you’re in the middle of the hallway, and you’re really trying to plead with him to let him release you for class. But when he moves his lips across yours, his teeth, surprisingly, gentle, when they ghost over your bottom lip. It’s clear that Floyd is mentally somewhere else, and if he could convince you to skip class altogether just to make out with him…

Well, hopefully his lips are convincing enough.

#twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland #floyd leech x reader #Floyd Leech #Kiss Prompt Drabbles

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frankthesnek · 3 months

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♡ sharing a kiss before going in for work (but make it accidental first kiss due to sleep deprivation)

Normally, I only do each prompt once, but since this is so different from the other ask for this one I'll do it again! Thank you 😘

Coming in Hot

Rated G

Prompt: a kiss before going to work

900 words

Steve stood next to the toaster, tapping his fingers on the counter as he waited for his bagel to be done. It was early, and the tower was calm. He'd seen Clint and Natasha preparing for their sparring session an hour or so earlier, but otherwise, it was a ghost town. The toaster finally finished, the crisp pop and ding of it shutting off startling him in the quiet of the kitchen. He plopped his breakfast onto a plate and checked his watch.

It wouldn't be a ghost town much longer, he would bet. Pulling the cream cheese from the fridge, he settled at the breakfast bar and finished preparing his food as he waited.

“Watch it Cap, Stark's coming in hot,” Clint drawled with an amused tone as he entered the kitchen a moment later.

“You don't say?” Steve asked, unsurprised and dry sounding.

The archer just nodded, looking far too happy as he poured the last of the coffee into a mug.

“Fuck I'm late!” Right on cue Tony entered the space, tie hanging undone around his neck as he fumbled with his cufflinks. “Why does she keep scheduling meetings so early? She knows I'm not a morning person.”

“This wouldn't happen to be the meeting Pepper already rescheduled twice because you keep missing it?” Steve asked, the casualness in his tone giving away that he already knew the answer.

“Maybe,” Tony grumbled as he picked up the empty coffee pot and frowned. “Barton, I'm gonna kill you,” he promised, glaring at the other man's steaming cup of coffee.

In response, Clint deliberately took a slow drink, holding Tony's eye while he did.

“Definitely gonna get you. I swear your next batch of arrows is gonna blow up right in your smug little face,” Tony cursed and made a grab for the nearly full mug.

“Extra coffee for you on the bar,” Steve said, pointing to a thermus he'd filled earlier. “Better hurry, if you don't leave now, you'll be late.”

“Thank you,” Tony nearly moaned and picked up the travel cup.

“Uh-huh,” Steve drawled and held up half of his bagel before Tony could try stealing it from his plate.

“Thanks,” Tony repeated with a sigh, taking it gladly. “Why do you know my schedule better than me?”

“Tony, the hotdog vendor in Central Park knows your schedule better than you do,” Clint piped up with a snort of laughter.

Steve chuckled, and he watched Tony hold the bagel in his mouth as he quickly did his tie. Nimble fingers tugging it into a knot that had no right to be as neat as it was for how fast it had been made.

“I refuse to acknowledge the truth of that,” Tony spoke around a mouth full and held the thermus up towards Steve. “Is it—”

“Cool enough to drink? Yes.” Steve supplied, taking a bite from his remaining half of the bagel.

“You're an angel,” Tony said blissfully. Then he leaned over the bar and pressed a fast but firm kiss to Steve's mouth before rushing out, already calling the elevator via Jarvis before he left the room.

Steve's bagel fell from his lax fingers, plopping back to the plate cream cheese side down.

“Did he just?” Clint asked, looking over at Steve with wide eyes.

“Uh…yeah,” Steve muttered, dumbstruck, his lips tingling from the surprise contact.

“And you guys aren't?”

“Nope.”

The two men stared at each other for a moment in confused silence. Steve felt his cheeks grow hot. Tony, his friend and long-term crush, had just kissed him. Lips warm, soft, and real against his mouth. Clint was giving him a knowing smirk but was thankfully holding his tongue. A moment later, the quiet was broken by the buzzing of Steve’s phone on the counter.

“It's Tony,” he said, looking down at the smiling picture of Tony in his purple sunglasses that was set as the man’s icon. The heat of flush skirted down his neck and settled in his chest.

“Speaker, put him on speaker,” Clint demanded, coming to stand next to his friend.

Swallowing Steve swiped the call open and tapped the speaker function. “Hello?”

“I can't believe I'm even going to ask this but I'm rushed, suffering from a caffeine deficiency, and am severely sleep deprived so the last fifteen minutes are a blur—did I just kiss you?”

“Um, yes?”

Tony said nothing, only the quiet shuffle of him still rushing to his car coming through the phone.

“Hey playboy, this is the part where you ask him out,” Clint supplied, flinching away before Steve could swat him.

“Do you have me on speaker?” Tony questioned, his tight voice sounding more flustered than angry.

“Maybe?” Steve hedged.

“Oh for Christ—” and the line clicked off.

“Wow, if that's how smooth he normally is, I can't imagine how he used to snag all the ladies. Must be the money,” Clint chuckled, picking up his coffee and heading off.

Sighing and shaking his head, Steve poked his sad upside down bagel. Just as he was starting to think it truly had been an accident and meant nothing, his phone buzzed with a text from Tony. Steve smiled as he read it.

‘Free for a lunch date after my meeting?’

Steve started to type out that, yes, he was free when a new message popped up, turning his smile into a joyful grin.

‘And that does not count as our first kiss!!’

#asks #answers #thank you!#writing prompt #prompt fic #stony #stevetony #clint barton #first kiss #fluff #domestic fluff #mother hen #drabble #ficlet #fanfiction #fan fic #writblr

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scratchandplaster · 1 year

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FEBUWHUMP 2023 DAY 16 - Semi-conscious

CW: recapture, drugging, intimate Whumper, non-con kiss

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Hero tried to escape again.

Naturally, they didn't get very far; Henchman caught them shortly after they sneaked out the main building. They were so careful and planned every step in advance, but in all their eager forgot to calculate Villain's increased security personnel. Whatever had been in the vial Henchman forced down their gullet just moments prior, made their vision swim.

The treetops radiated with the light bursting through them, Hero basked in the golden rays of the August sun, the worries about Villain's reaction fading far away. Of course, they would be upset with them, but that little detail didn't matter right now. The leaves-

The next time their eyes opened, they were inside the manor walls. Unsure about how many minutes had passed, Hero tried to focus again on the lights above. The sun had been replaced by the dim chandelier overhead the dinner table, seeming to cast light with a halo-like sheen across the room.

Somewhere deep inside their mind, they recognized their prison, the building they were trapped in for the last few weeks. But that thought was now buried, washed away by the dust particles floating through the air gracefully, like a gentle fall of snow during the winter months...

"-you listening?" a faint voice called out to them. Maybe Hero should snap back, stand up to fight their way out again. But not now, they loved to just stare for a little while longer. The worries of tomorrow could wait.

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Villain waited for a response, even shaking their captive didn't seem to change the blank stare towards the ceiling. They looked peaceful, a certain calm was radiating from their limp form, slumped in their designated chair. As if looking right through them, Hero let their droopy eyes roll from side to side, untroubled by the world around them.

There was something Villain didn't expect: a light smile danced around Hero's lips, even though dry and ripping, but content nonetheless.

"How much did you give them?", they asked Henchmen, all the while petting Hero's hair gently, a gesture of affection they were normally punished for with vicious resistance.

"The - the whole thing," they answered uncertain, not wanting to risk any consequences for possibly damaging the precious good, "I wanted to ensure a safe transport and-"

"You can leave now," their boss interrupted them calmly, an unusual luster to their eyes. Henchman would keep all their fingers for today. "You may all go, enjoy your day off."

With that, the two enemies were left alone. Villain sat down next to their guest, filled with artificial bliss the potion still pumped through their system, Hero didn't even bat an eye at their gentle touches anymore.

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From time to time, they could see quick shadows interrupting the surrounding snow, brushing hair from their face or taking their pulse. Rationally, Hero should have known it would come to something like this, after rejecting the invitations of their nemesis countless times. They were slowly gaining back some control about their mind and body, exhausted but still prepared to start the fight anew.

Suddenly, a kind but firm hand took hold of their head to tilt it back. Thin liquid started to coat the inside of their mouth, like cherry wine but way too bitter, making Hero quickly gulp it down with a confused moan. The aftertaste was horrifyingly familiar.

"That's it," Villain purred against their ear, so close, the distance between them was barely more than a hair's breadth. They continued to keep Hero's head between their hands, stopping the vertigo for just a moment, before the candles in front of them started to lose shape again. Their flicker smeared across their view like an oil painting and smothered them into a forced ease.

"I think I will keep you like this, at least for a bit longer..."

Hero's inner screams deafened in an instant, the only feeling left were the soft lips of Villain against their own.

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Thanks for reading 🤍 [Febuwhump 2023 Masterlist]

@febuwhump

#whump #whumpblr #creative writing #whump community #whump prompt #febuwhump #febuwhump2023 #febuwhumpday16 #whump drabble #heroes and villains #hero x villain #hero whumpee #noncon drugging #recapture #noncon kissing #intimate whumper #yandere whumper

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paulii7 · 7 months

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࣪𓏲ּ ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ ˑ ִ ֶ 𓂃

It always started with one brief kiss on the lips. A second one and a third one. More following afterward. Like a magical spell that put him in a trance. One hand holds your cheek gently while the other holds your waist in place. To make sure you don’t ever disappear if he were to close his eyes. With your kisses that are so sweet yet get more addictive as it gets deeper. In which he loses his ability to think and only knows of your presence. It was like he was between heaven and hell. Hoping you accept him in your paradise.

“Take me to your paradise.”

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holylustration · 26 days

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Aurelia and Heinrix: 3 and 42 please!

3. ...goodbye.

He gently wrapped her fingers around the sheath. "I hope you never have to use this," he said softly. "But if you do..."

"Stick the pointy end in the attacker," she finished, a wry smile on her lips. "I know."

"And don't freeze." His free hand fondly touched her cheek and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear.

"I will remember, Heinrix."

"Good." His eye glanced down at her lips. "War is unpredictable, but I will be back as soon as I can." A shy smile passed over his face. "It will be... novel to have someone to come home to."

"A novelty, am I?" Aurelia raised her eyebrow, though there was no ire in her tone.

"Very much so." Heinrix slowly leaned in, pressing his lips to hers gently. He drew back a hair's breadth. "Remember me, while I am away, wife."

42. ...out of pride.

The crown of fall flowers with its yellow and blue ribbons rested upon her head, heavy with the expectations of the thousands of onlookers staring at her where she stood on the parapet. Wind whipped at her golden curls and the ribbons, mingling them in a maelstrom of color.

Kneeling before her, Heinrix took her hand in his and kissed the knuckles. Then he stood, his helmet under his arm, and took her chin between his armored fingers. Before all of King Basile's court, the Champion of the Harvestend Tournament kissed the woman he had crowned the Queen of Peace.

#rogue trader #warhammer 40k #rogue trader crpg #warhammer 40000 #heinrix van calox #fanfic #writing #aurelia von valancius #my knight so daring #drabbles #drabble prompt #kiss prompt

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urfriendlywriter · 1 year

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fantasy prompts

(feel free to use<3)

"you did WHAT-" "I CAN EXPLAIN-" "you opened a portal??!?"

"They're dead. All of them- they, they are dead!"

"what's happening to me?"

touching a mirror and it plops you into a parallel universe

^ "welcome, your majesty." and they all kneel infront of you. "uhmmn, you must be mistaken-? I, uh, what's, wh- who am I???"

A collapses in B's arms, tugging at their shoulder, "I- I saved every-" and they cough up blood. B trembles as they hug A, kisses their head, "You saved em all, sweetie. God, I love you."

"I would either save my people or shred yours to the ground."

"can you stop-" "SHE JUST DIED-" "-freaking out?" "SHE DIED?? AND YOU WANT ME TO- *she groans and wakes up, from the dead* OKAY NO. THAT DIDNT. HOW DID SHE??? SHE WAS JUST DEAD.??" ".... if you could just.. shut up pls?"

"I can't do this without you...," resting your forehead against their and they let their magic run through you. Speaking so much words than actual words will.

you kiss your lover, hard, passionate and afraid you may not see them again. you part, hand them a necklace, "This talisman.. It has my blood, j-just in case.."

"Promise me that you'll come back."

"you'll die. you can't do this, you can't get yourself killed. i won't let you."

A cautiously asks, "so you can shape-shift?" B shrugs and turns into A--B as A is naked. "OKAY HOLY SHIT, YOU CAN-" "sorry, heheh."

touching your lover and realising they've been lying to you all along

^ "You're not human.. you're not a being, you're not alive, what are you-" they hardly smile, eyes saddening, "I'm sorry, love." and you realise they're dead. they've been, for some time.

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goddess47 · 3 months

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Drinking Games

For @sterekdrabbles January 29, 2024 prompts: sad, milk, kiss

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"Why is Eli so sad?" Derek asked, leaning in for his usual welcome-home-kiss.

"He forgot he drank the last of the chocolate milk this morning, and now he has none for dinner," Stiles replied, returning the kiss.

Derek glanced at the clock. "How long until dinner?"

Stiles grinned. He knew Derek well. "Half an hour?"

"Can you stretch it to forty-five minutes?" Derek asked.

"Sure!"

"Hey, Eli!" Derek called. "Come on, we'll go on a milk run."

"Really?" Eli's head whipped up.

"Sure," Derek said. "No dawdling!"

"None!" Eli scampered for shoes.

"Be right back," Derek promised.

"I'll be waiting!"

#sterekdrabbles #sterek #drabble #prompt: sad milk kiss

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minhxiao · 7 months

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a drabble for prompt #25: a kiss on the forehead xiao/aether | rating: G | words: 719

Aether stirs the pot of black back perch stew, crushing in a few stems of violetgrass.

“... and Brother Bosacius had drawn some marks along my face in black ink in a moment when I wasn’t aware…”

It’s a blissfully idle afternoon in his kitchen in the Serenitea Pot and Xiao is telling him a story of his time with his old comrades. Undisturbed sunlight spills in through the windows of his abode. Aether loves how Xiao’s voice always dips into something gentler when he talks about the other Yakshas, his brows soft and reminiscent as he casts his gaze into a long forgotten memory. He was much more uninhibited with his words, when they were alone like this.

“... I had only noticed some time after, when I happened to catch my reflection in the river― all to say, Brother Bosacius was truly… never a boring character…”

Aether turns to look at him, stifling an amused smile as he tries to imagine someone daring to play such a childish prank on someone like Xiao. His eyes rove over his face, catching absentmindedly on the mark at the center of Xiao’s forehead.

And perhaps it’s the story Xiao’s just willingly shared, or the unguarded look on his face, but Aether is suddenly filled with the urge to catch him unaware. Xiao is endlessly amusing to tease― Aether has a feeling he would’ve gotten along quite well with Bosacius.

So he leans in when Xiao is mid-sentence and kisses him right at the mark above his brow. He lingers there for a few seconds, intentional and slow.

Xiao makes a quiet, astonished sound as he freezes. Then, the most remarkable thing happens. His body briefly glows with threads of dark Anemo before his wings manifest in a soft flutter of feathers behind him. A kind, startled wind stirs a small draft in the kitchen.

Aether leans back slightly, blinking in surprise. That’s new.

Xiao’s mouth is slightly parted, clearly caught off guard as his wings curl inward behind him.

His surprised expression fills Aether with such fondness that he tugs the adeptus closer by the waist, the stew already forgotten.

“Did…” Xiao quickly attempts to recover, but Aether can tell by his distracted gaze that his mind is now clearly drawn to the present. “Was my story not interesting enough for you?”

“On the contrary, I found the story quite endearing,” Aether pulls him close, taking a moment to admire the beauty that is Xiao’s face, “So… what exactly did he draw on your face?”

“I, uh…” Xiao’s eyes stir as he looks up at him, flicking down once to Aether’s lips before shying away. “I can’t… seem to recall…”

“Mm, I see,” Aether’s hands rise to wrap around the nape of Xiao’s neck. Then, he dips his mouth to graze his lips along Xiao’s temple before finding the pale purple mark on his forehead once more. “Was it here?”

Xiao inhales softly, reaching to wrap a steady hand around Aether’s scarf. His eyes slip shut as his wings almost instinctively seem to flap once. This time, the excited draft nearly knocks the placemats off of his kitchen table.

“Perhaps,” Xiao breathes as he almost imperceptibly tilts his face forward, as if wordlessly asking for more.

“Still can’t remember?” Aether’s eyes brighten, his lips hovering over Xiao’s forehead. He stores this newfound knowledge carefully into his mind with a private smile. So he likes it when I kiss this mark…

“I… '' Xiao falls silent as Aether kisses him there again, and then down his temple, across his cheekbones. He explores the contours of Xiao’s skin with his lips until the adeptus’ face is pleasantly warm beneath his hands. He kisses him everywhere except his lips and bites back a smug smile when he feels Xiao’s wings flickering restlessly behind him.

Xiao tugs Aether closer by the scarf, his eyes molten. His voice is barely audible. “It… may have been lower.”

“Lower?” Aether raises an innocent brow. “Where?”

Xiao pulls him down against his mouth with an impatient sigh.

Aether’s not sure how long he stands in his kitchen, kissing him lazily against the counter, but he’s sure that he wouldn’t mind doing it forever― it’s only the sound of his perch stew boiling over on the stove that eventually pulls them apart.

#feel free to leave more requests!#this was for a twitter user but i may as well cross-post here #i'm soft at the idea that xiao can also ramble and talk a Lot but only with ae when they're alone #this one was fast because... xiaoae lol but i'm excited to get to the other two!#i had to actually restrain myself from writing them kissing for 500 more words..#drabbles are great exercises in practicing being concise #ficlets #drabble #kiss prompts #xiaoaether #aexiao #xiaother #xiaoae

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nyoomfruits · 3 months

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"if you win i'll kiss you" from the kiss prompts !!!!!!

big MWAH smooch to @jennarations for transcribing that one interview of charles describing the inchident for me when i couldnt listen to it you are the BEST

“if you win, i’ll kiss you”

“Charles!” Someone yells, as Charles makes his way to the karting track in search of his father. He knows who it is before turning around, recognizes the English pronunciation of his name, colored by the hard tsj and lispyness of the s. There’s only one person who says it like that.

“Max,” Charles says, tone even. Max is... An enigma to him. On track he’s fast, ruthless, annoying, snatching wins that were supposed to be Charles’s, hoisting trophies that should’ve been in his hands.

But outside he’s. Friendly. In a very skitish way, like he doesn’t really know how to talk to people, like he’s only ever been taught how to race and never how to make friends.

It should make Charles feel bad for him, maybe. But Charles is fourteen and he already has friends, and he doesn’t care for Max Verstappen and his million trophies and his bright fucking future.

Or well, he does care. But only in the sense that he wants to beat him. Take his trophies, his wins. That stupid future WDC everyone keeps whispering about, despite him never even having set foot in a single seater.

“How are you?” Max smiles, genuine and kind, and Charles squints at him.

“Good. Fine,” Charles says. Maybe if he keeps his tone clipped, doesn’t ask any return questions, Max will get the hint and go away.

“Are you excited for the race?” Max asks instead, voice eager, completely oblivious to Charles’s annoyance. “I’m liking Val d’Argenton so far, good track.”

“Sure,” Charles says, shrugs a little halfheartedly, looks around if he can maybe see his dad milling about, pretend he’s calling him over. “Excited to win.”

Max laughs. “Ha,” he says, “me too.”

Charles squints again. “Not if I get there first.”

Max’s eyes are twinkling, and he’s enjoying this, the annoying bastard. “Wanna bet?”

“How about,” Charles says, “if you win, I’ll kiss you.” It’s a bit mean, maybe. Charles has seen the way Max looks at him sometimes. It’s the same way Charles looks at the girls in his class. He’s not stupid, he knows what it means.

Max looks like that now, eyes wide and a little startled, but interested, too. “Oh,” he says. “Yeah! Yeah, okay. I’ll win.”

“Sure,” Charles says again. There’s no way. Charles won’t let him. Plus, he has no intention of kissing Max, so.

Good motivation all around.

They get called away then, and before Charles knows it he’s strapped into his kart, ready to go. He forgets about Max all together then, completely focused on just winning, all the way up to the moment he actually passes Max on track. Only then does he remember the bet, and he smiles a little bit at his double victory. Only one kart left in front of him now. He’s so close he can almost feel the weight of the trophy in his hands.

But then at the next corner Max is back with a vengeance, pushing Charles so wide he falls all the way back to seventh place. He’s absolutely fuming when he finally crosses the finish line, pulls up beside Max to make an ‘are you crazy?’ movement at him.

He can’t see Max’s face, but he can almost picture it, mirroring his own annoyance, as he pushes Max wide in retaliation and he sends him rolling into a giant puddle of water, soaking Max all the way up to his middle.

In the end, none of it even matters. Not the bet, not the pushing, not the podium. They both get disqualified for unsportsmanlike behavior and then that’s the end of that.

It’ll take a couple of years, before Max smiles at him again, says his name in that same way, with that same excitement.

It’ll take even more before Max finally gets that kiss. But when he does give it, it’s not because of any bet, or because of any stupid jealousy or need to prove himself. It’ll be because Charles wants to.

#lestappen #drabbles #still slowly working my way through the kiss prompts haha

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Kiss Prompt Drabbles - Yuji Itadori x Reader

Kiss Prompt: *Breathtaking Kiss - It’s the kiss that you can’t do anything for a few seconds after, you keep your eyes closed with mouth agape of you try to let your mind process what happened.*

Warnings: None that I know of.

Every kiss with Yuji can be described as breathtaking, even the simple, innocent kisses. It’s not necessarily the kiss itself that leaves you breathless, it’s the way he looks at you, the way his lips meet yours, always a little shaky each time, as if he never gets over the anticipation of kissing you. His love for your is all encompassing, a little suffocating in a good way.

Yuji found his lips against yours again, it was slow, but passionate. He always found a way to let his feelings be known in his kisses. Even if it was out of fear of losing you, and the kiss felt desperate, or he was just too excited and needed to kiss you as if you were the only thing that could ground him. There was a softness this time, and the moment you pulled away to look him in the eye, it was half-lidded, and he smiled, it looked a little goofy, a little love-sick. It didn’t take him long to lean in again, to kiss you, tilting your head a little more as if he couldn’t get close enough to you.

When he pulled away, once again, you found yourself forgetting to breathe. He looked at you as if you were the best thing that could ever happen, not just to him, but to anyone. He let out a little giggle as pressed little kisses to your cheeks, the tip of your nose, and suddenly, you were snapped back into reality as you giggled alongside him.

His love was contagious, and you would let him drown you in it if you meant you could be with him just like this.

#jujutsu kaisen #Yuji Itadori #Yuji Itadori x Reader #Jujutsu Kaisen x Reader #JJK x Reader #kiss prompt drabbles

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Stevetony as #9 for the soft kissing prompts 💖 maybe right before they go out for a mission????

Thank you for the prompt!

(A Not so) Long Kiss Goodbye

Rated T

Prompt: a kiss before work

650 words

Steve read over the mission brief again on his tablet before abandoning it on the empty seat next to him. Looking out the back of the jet, he saw Tony. He wished the other man was seated next to him instead of flying solo. Tactically, it made more sense for Iron Man to head out alone. It provided them better intel and more ground cover—still he would prefer his partner at his side.

It was this over protective nature that kept them from running missions together very often. It had been laid out in more subtle terms to them both but had been made clear enough by the directors at SHIELD. It was only big, full Avengers protocol level, missions that had them working together in the field nowaday. Those missions were few and far between, thankfully. A new potential lead on Loki's missing scepter was what had them called together now. Not a global disaster but a branch of one that involved them all.

“You gonna strap in or keep giving him puppy dog eyes?” Natasha questioned as she ran through the final flight check for the jet.

“I can do both,” Steve countered and stood, making his way off the loading ramp back to the hanger.

“Make it quick!” Her words floated after him.

“Room for you on the Quinjet, Tony,” Steve opened as he approached the other man.

“Well aware, I did design it,” came Tony's mildly sarcastic response. “And thanks to certain people, I have gotten very well acquainted with the different seating and space options in the back compartment.”

Steve's lips twitched up at the comment, a soft glaze of honey glow touching his cheeks at the call back to some of their spicier, semi-public encounters. “You don’t say?”

“Hmmmm, need a refresher?”

The sound of Tony's low tone and hum distorted by the touch of metallic echo form being suited up made Steve's gut clench. He liked Tony in the suit. He only wished it didn't mean they were heading into danger.

“You two wanna get a room or what?”

Both men turned to see Clint grinning at them from the back of the jet, an amused looking Bruce elbowing him lightly.

“If we didn't have a mission to run, I would gladly take that suggestion, so don't tempt me,” Tony drawled back, not phased by the heckling of their friends.

Steve grinned at the exchange, more happy over their friends' acceptance of them than bothered by the occasional teasing. It was a far deal better than the level of tolerance he had grown up around—which had been exactly zero. The ability to openly show how much he cared for Tony meant a great deal to him.

“Not even time for a quicky,” Steve gave a put upon sigh, playing up his disappointment for the sake of their onlookers. He tapped lightly at Tony's face plate, the pad of his finger running along the slit of its pseudo-mouth. The piece of armor slid up out of the way instantly.

“Oooh nothing with you is ever quick Mr. Marathon,” Tony chuckled and smirked playfully.

Grinning, Steve leaned in and kissed the other man, lingering and slow—the motion of their lips as meaningful as words. Tony cupped a hand around Steve's hip, the touch far more gentle than the cold, hard metal of his suit should have allowed for. It made Steve hum and press harder, the tip of his tongue lightly grazing Tony's lip.

A cat call and sharp whistle from their friends was what forced them apart. Without missing a beat, Tony flipped them off and replaced the face plate all in one motion. A split second later, he was moving a half step back and taking off, leaving only the soft hum on the repulsors in his wake.

Steve ignored the good natured teasing from his teammates, content to stand and watch until Tony was out of sight.

#thank you!#asks #answers #writing prompt #prompt fic #stony #goodbye kiss #stevetony #kisses #team as family #drabble #ficlet #fanfiction #fan fic #writblr

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