#prompt: 504

[sesshy380]

Wordcount of the day: 504

Managed to work on one of my prompts (by doing a complete rewrite since the original was just spiraling out of control in a direction I didn't want it to go).

Aside from that, just getting back into Sims 4 and making my fave Deathship couple (and inserting them as neighbors to my OC, Kat, and @resuri-art's NB lesbian TKB).

So far TKB is acting spot on. They have already been an asshole to a ghost (who got revenge by haunting the toilet and breaking it), as well as getting woken up when Kat caught herself on fire because she tried to do the laundry (and promptly freaking out, which meant Kat had to extinguish herself).

I'm almost afraid to see what happens once I finish redoing Ryou and Amir's apartment...especially since Ryou is a spellcaster and Amir is a vampire. What could wrong?

#writing progress #504 on prompt #at one time i had all the current sims 4 expansions/packs/kits #now i'm behind again 😭 #we won't say how many mods i have #though i have mostly alpha mods #but i'm slowly adding more maxis match mods

[fullmoonficlet]

MASTERLIST 504 - DRINK

Check out the fanworks created for the latest prompt: DRINK. Don't forget to express your appreciation by leaving a comment!

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Wake Up, I Need You Beside Me by @wulfnerd (FIC, Derek/Stiles, PG-13, 1530) Vampire Stiles, Blood, Blood Drinking

A Real Drink by @josjournal (FIC, Derek/Stiles, G, 1566) Human, Drunk Stiles Stilinski, Vomiting

Drink by @darkjediqueen (FIC, Derek/Stiles, Not Rated, 1,640) Alternate Universe, Derek Hale Has a Twin

#teen wolf #Sterek #masterlist #modpost #prompt 504: drink

[tealeavesandtrash]

Jily Micro Fic - @jilymicrofics prompt: Fly - 504 words

The wind rushes past them, the sound thundering in Lily’s ears and whipping through her hair. She clings to James like a vice, arms wrapped around his middle and eyes screwed shut as he speeds through the air. James hoots a laugh as he dips and swerves his broom with the only apparent goal of showing off and making Lily fear for her life. 

She hasn’t touched a broom since first year but James had been begging for weeks to take her out flying (months even, with the hindsight that all those flirtatious jokes and pick-up lines had been rooted in sincerity.) And she'd finally relented after all that time and now she's going to die. Killed in a freak flying accident when she inevitably slips and plummets hundreds of feet to her death because James Potter wanted to show off.

The broom tips up and she feels her stomach lurch with the sudden motion. She buries her face in James’ back, focuses on the feeling of his jumper pressed against her skin instead of the rapidly increasing distance between them and the ground.

“I need to breathe, Evans,” James calls back with a laugh as she grips impossibly tighter. 

“I’m going to fall!” She yells back, voice muffled by the whooshing wind. She can’t tell if he heard her, he doesn’t say anything in response but a few moments later they level out again and come to a stop, hanging still in the air like a kite on the breeze

“Look,” James says with a breath, his voice suddenly ringing so much clearer how they’re hovering in juxtaposed silence. “This is what I wanted to show you.”

She doesn’t make a move to look at whatever he's trying to show her, just mumbles a quiet “can’t.”

“Lily? Do you trust me?”

She shakes her head into his back, refusing to even dare to steal a peek. She feels James reach back to hold her arm, a little extra sense of security. “Don’t look down,” he whispers, “just look forward.”

She swallows, takes a deep breath to steady herself, and then takes another good luck. Ever so slowly she peels an eye open. 

The sunset, although hidden behind the clouds, casts the sky in a marble of oranges and pinks and purples. The Great Lake mirrors the colours, glistening and sparking where the light catches. It stretches out towards the horizon, to where the mountains rise up - a rolling background that goes on forever. It’s like a scene from a painting, so picturesque it doesn’t seem real. 

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” James says when she lets out an audible gasp.

“It’s…” Lily starts but can’t find the words to describe it. Beautiful doesn’t do it justice. “It’s - amazing.”

James squeezes her hand. “I’ll take you up In the winter,” he says quietly. “Just after it’s snowed, all the mountains and the forest look like they’re covered in diamonds.”

Lily hums, brings her chin up to rest on James' shoulder. “I think I’d like that.” 

#james x lily #lily evans #james potter #jily #jily microfic #jily fanfiction #marauders fanfiction #marauders #complete #oneshot #micro fiction #maddy writes

[seivsite]

hi rurus for ur event can u do prompt 6 for reo & gn reader xiexie :3

UNWINDING WITH YOU.

prompt: lying together in silence, one playing with the string of the hoodie on their lover’s chest.

includes: mikage reo x gn!reader. reo’s rly soft here, reader had a bad day, kinda self indulgent — wc: 504

It had been a hectic day for you, with numerous things going awry and depleting your mood. All you yearned for was to tidy up and unwind, seeking comfort in the arms of relaxation. As soon as you arrived home, you kicked off your shoes and headed straight for the bedroom.

There, you discovered Reo seated on the bed, leaning against the headboard, engrossed in a book. Upon hearing the door open and noticing your presence, he swiftly marked the page and approached to lend you a hand.

“Go and freshen up; I’ll take care of everything else, alright? Don’t worry about it,” he assured, taking hold of your bag and gently patting your head, nudging you towards the bathroom.

Gratefully, you glanced at him before making your way into the bathroom to rejuvenate yourself. After concluding your shower, you meticulously followed your skincare routine and emerged from the bathroom to find that Reo had already laid out some clothes for you. Swiftly changing into the attire he had prepared, you wondered where he had gone and decided to check the kitchen.

There, you discovered him diligently preparing something. Noticing you leaning in for a glimpse of his activities, he said, “I’ll be there in a minute, darling. Wait for me in the bedroom, okay?” He skillfully added the precise amount of sugar you preferred to your tea. Nodding in acknowledgment, you returned to your shared bedroom and silently settled onto the bed, absentmindedly gazing at the ceiling.

“My love?” Reo called out, placing the tray of beverages on a nearby table, “Would you like to talk about it?” he asked, lying down beside you. Silently, you shook your head, shifting onto your side to embrace him. He reciprocated, his fingers tenderly caressing your hair.

Instinctively, you played with the drawstring of his hoodie, silently twisting it. Reo regarded you affectionately, breaking your trance as he pressed a gentle kiss upon your forehead, then your nose, before settling upon your lips. You melted into the kiss, closing your eyes while delicately tugging at the strings of his hoodie. The kiss radiated warmth, and Reo’s hands held you with utmost care, as if you were as delicate as a feather, his touch caressing your cheek before the two reluctantly parted. As you caught your breath, Reo spoke softly,

“Would you like to watch a movie?” he suggested, sweeping a stray strand of hair from your face. You hummed in agreement and nodded, while Reo turned on the television, seeking your input. Meanwhile, you continued to silently toy with the strings of his hoodie. After Reo found a suitable movie, the two of you watched in silence, the exhaustion from earlier catching up to you until you drifted off to sleep, nestled against Reo’s chest.

He switched off the TV, tucking the two of you under the cozy duvet, holding you even closer, resting your head on his chest. He kissed your hairline and whispered a tender goodnight before joining you in the realm of slumber.

NOTES. lowkey self indulgent cz its so me id love to just silently cuddle n stuff over talking about my bad day. also my first reo work yay! special tag towards @jenoutof10

LIKES AND REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED! ‹3

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[zerobaselove]

oblivious | kim gyuvin

pairing: gyuvin x reader

genre: fluff

word count: 504

warnings: none. lowercase intended, not proofread

prompt: 7. "don't tell me you're jealous"

notes: gyuvin has been giving me Problems lately i would like him to Stop Please <3

"oh come on, don't tell me you're jealous." gyuvin glanced over your frame, a pout spread across your face as your arms were crossed across your chest. you didn't want to admit he was right, but he was. you were jealous.

you wouldn't typically call yourself an insecure person, but you also weren't the most confident either. so when the pretty barista was very obviously flirting with your oblivious boyfriend gyuvin, you couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy.

gyuvin hadn't noticed the blatant flirting though, he was too busy admiring you in fact. admiring the way you glanced over the menu, struggling to pick a choice before finally settling on your tried and true drink, to no one's surprise. so he was a little confused as you sat by the window with a furrowed brow. he knew what you looked like when you were jealous sure, that's how he had come to the conclusion, but sometimes he needed things spelt out to him.

you didn't say anything, simply glancing over to the pretty girl behind the counter, trying to calm the daggers for eyes. he followed your line of sight, seeing the girl and connecting the dots in real time.

"babe, you do know i'm dating you right, not the stranger who took our order." he chuckled, finding you surprisingly endearing.

you relaxed your shoulders for a moment, though still a little bent out of shape. "she was just, so obviously flirting as if i wasn't even standing there," you paused, "do i not look good enough to be your partner?" your voice was quiet, getting lost in your own thoughts for a moment before gyuvin grabbed your hand.

"hey, that's not the case at all," he pulled you in to lean over the table between you, placing a chaste kiss on your lips before pulling apart smiling, "you're mine, and i'm yours. got it?"

you couldn't help but smile at the boy. out of the corner of your eye you could see the barista turn away from you two, clearly having caught his display of affection, as well as the hint that he was happy with someone, with you.

a blush spread across your cheeks, it wasn't often the two of you showed your affection so publicly, but you didn't hate it, at least not in this case. "you didn't have to do that."

he hummed as he shook his head, "i wanted to," he placed another kiss on your now smiling lips, "you think i'd pass up an opportunity to show everyone how much i love you?"

you weren't sure how gyuvin seemed to always make you feel better, but you were thankful he was always so reassuring and comforting. since having gyuvin in your life you were sure there wasn't a day that had gone by where you weren't smiling like an idiot. it was no wonder you got a little jealous every once in a while, he's just so perfect, and you couldn't feel luckier to have him.

#zerobaseone #zerobaseonefics #boys planet #boys planet fics #boys planet imagines #boys planet reactions #kpop #boys planet drabbles #zb1 #zb1 x reader #zb1 imagines #kim gyuvin imagines

[lady-lostmind]

Dog House

for Stobin Month prompt: Assumption

Thank you @oh-stars for betaing this!

WC: 504 | Rating: G

ao3 link

Steve reaches out and shakes the realtor’s hand, trying to ignore the way her eyes flick to his hand, checking for a ring, and the way her smile brightens when she doesn’t find one. 

“I’m Amy, I’ll be helping you today, Steve.” She drops his hand and turns, gesturing to the house in front of them. “So, here it is. You looking at this big ol’ house just for yourself, sugar?” She bats her lashes at him. 

Steve smiles and shakes his head. “Oh, no my uh–”

Robin’s car comes to a screeching stop at the curb and she hurries over to them, her baggy sweater slipping off her shoulder, and her hair falling in messy tendrils out of her bun. “Sorry! Sorry! I forgot to set my alarm. I’m here.” 

Steve smiles and gestures to Robin. “Here she is! Robin, Amy, Amy, Robin.” 

Amy’s face falls for a second before she catches herself, eyes flicking between Robin and Steve, and her pleasant customer service smile is plastered back on her face. “So nice to meet you, dear.” She leads them up to the path and opens the front door, stepping aside to let them in.

Steve doesn’t even look around the room. Just looks right to Robin so he can see her gut reaction to the place. Her face lights up, a shimmer in her eye, before she wipes it clean and turns to him, obviously trying not to get her hopes up. 

“What do you think? This is the one that was a little out of our price range, right?” 

Steve shrugs, finally glancing around the spacious living room. There’s a bay window on the side with a window seat he’s pretty sure is what caught Robin’s eye. “It can’t hurt to look though, and I have my trust fund…”

Robin shakes her head. “We said we were going to split this evenly, Steve.” 

Steve rolls his eyes and tugs her further into the house. “I don’t mind, though. I just want to find a house we love.” 

Robin opens her mouth to argue, again, as she pulls open a closet in the hallway, when Amy clears her throat behind them. They both glance over at her, and Steve tries not to laugh at the way Robin’s clearly trying not to glare. 

 “If I may, sweetie–” She reaches out to give Robin’s arm a squeeze. “If you two are moving in together you might as well start thinking of it as joint accounts. I mean, I don’t want to assume. But buying a house together is pretty serious. Are y'all planning a wedding soon? This house would be great for starting a family.” 

Robin’s face drops and Steve has to stifle another laugh. He leans in close to Robin, pulling her in close and pressing a kiss to her cheek. “That backyard would be great for a dog, babe.” 

Robin sighs and shakes her head, pushing him off her with a roll of her eyes. “Let’s look at the freaking backyard, then.” 

Stobin month prompt list by @lavenderstobins

#stobin #stobinmonth #stobin month 2024 #platonic soulmates stobin #platonic stobin #steve & robin #strangers things #steve harrington #robin buckley #day 9 #lady lostmind

[melodygatesauthor]

Never Safer

Marc Spector X gn!Reader

Original ask: Fem reader saying “I don’t think I have ever felt safer than in your arms.” to my baby marc spector. That poor man is so deprived of love and touch, he would melt if someone said this to him.

Thank you Nonnie! - I did gn!Reader since there was no use of pronouns. This prompt is so cute, I loved doing it, little bb Marc needs so much love.

Tags/Warnings: SFW, soft!Marc, fluffy, comfort, cute

Word Count: 504

He came through the door in a huff. He was a mess of caked blood and drenched in sweat.

“Marc?!” You said, panicked, rushing over from the couch to look him over, “are you-”

“It’s not mine.”

You stepped back. He was covered in someone else’s blood. He had that look in his eye that he did something he didn’t want to do, but had to. He sensed your fear immediately, you could tell by the way his expression softened, only slightly, and only for a split second. Now he would be upset for the evening, thinking that you pictured him as a monster, thinking that you feared him.

“Marc.” You said, but he pushed by you and headed for the bathroom, “Marc!”

The bathroom door slammed in your face and he locked it. Whenever he got like that, you waited patiently for him to shower and settle himself. This time he was in the bathroom for over an hour. You heard him arguing with one of his alters, probably Steven, and then there was a moment of silence before your usual furrowed brow boyfriend made his way back out.

“Marc, come here.” You said from the couch.

“No, I have to go-”

“For fuck’s sake, will you please just for once do me a favor and talk to me? Please?” Your eyes were welling up. “I’m not afraid of you hurting me, if that’s what you think. I’m afraid of losing you.”

He stood there, looking at the door. You knew what was going through his mind. He was deciding if he was going to stay there with you, or if was going to leave. He wouldn’t be given the choice though. You got up, walking over and putting yourself between him and the door. He clenched his jaw.

He muttered your name, “…please move, I need to go.”

“No, Marc, I’m not going to go.” You stepped closer to him.

He let out a heavy sigh and looked away from you. That didn’t stop you from stepping up to him and wrapping your arms around his thick waist. He was stiff as a board.

“Marc, please hold me.” You closed your eyes and pressed your cheek closer into his chest.

He groaned and put his arms around you reluctantly. He often had a hard time showing you any physical affections. There was no softness or relaxation from his body.

“I don’t think I have ever felt safer than in your arms.” You said with your still cheek against him, nuzzling in closer.

There it was, the sweet relief of Marc’s shoulders falling. You melted into him deeper, and you felt his chin rest against you. He trembled a little as he settled, tightening the embrace. He was relaxing, softening to the feeling of your body against him. It was as if you’d said the magic words he needed to hear.

“I’m dangerous.” He said, as though he were trying to remind you of the monster he thought he was.

“Not to me.”

Moon Knight Masterlist

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[planetpiastri]

I know v-day is soon but if you want to write something before that, I would love 37 from the meet cutes, with bob :)

anon, this is so cute that im using it as the formal start to the prompt party. enjoy!! | join my prompt party!

37. meeting at a fire alarm test, having to evacuate the building

word count - 1.2k

This could not be happening. You hadn’t even lived in this new apartment building for a full week, and everything was already going wrong. First the plumbing busted and none of the toilets would flush; then the fridge broke and all of your produce went bad before your super could get someone out to fix it; and just when you thought things would even out, the whole fifth and sixth floor’s air conditioning had broken.

To cap it all off, after three days of sweating bullets in the blistering summer heat, the fire alarm was going off.

Footsteps thundered overhead as the whole building moved to evacuate. As you slipped out your front door, you saw people flooding the stairs, many holding dogs by the collar or clutching their cats tight to their chests as they ran. A few younger tenants stood in their doorways coolly, nursing cigarettes or joints, or else with their hands deep in chip bags, like there wasn’t a blaring siren going off overhead, their presence serving to remind you just how cheap your rent was.

You brushed past these jaded late-teens-early-twenty-somethings and shoved your keys and your wallet into your pockets, realizing too late that you’d left your phone on the counter upstairs. Trying to go back for it would be like trying to swim upstream at the Rushing Rapids, so you just let yourself get swept away with the crowd.

As you reached the floor below you, the door marked 504 swung open and a man stepped out, quickly pulling on a yellow tee shirt over black athletic shorts and flip-flops. With one glance, you knew his air unit was busted, too. There was a thin sheen of sweat across his face, and his cheeks were rosy-pink. With another glance, you worried that something other than the broken heating might be responsible for the warmth flooding your face.

“Oh, sorry,” he said quietly as the two of you nearly collided, easily falling in place behind you. His hand brushed your shoulder as you walked, sending chills down your back, and you found it endlessly endearing that he’d chosen to touch your shoulder instead of your waist or lower back, like most guys in the building would have done.

Unfortunately, descending the building stairs, surrounded by your sweaty neighbors, didn’t give you much of a chance to do anything but smile nervously at him. You were moving again, painfully aware of the fact that he was right behind you and you were wearing the skimpiest tank top and shorts you owned in an attempt to fight off the heat. The alarm overhead continued to blare rhythmically, fading to a background drone as you moved steadily downwards.

The stairs finally spilled out into the foyer and you followed the mob out onto the front pavement of the complex. All sorts of different people milled about, talking on phones or conversing with their neighbors. Once again, you wished you’d remembered to grab your phone before you left. Now you were stuck awkwardly standing on the pavement in sandals, showing far more skin than you’d usually feel comfortable with outside of your apartment.

A ways off, the man in the yellow shirt was standing on the edge of the sidewalk, his brow furrowed as he typed on his phone. As you watched, he absently reached up to push his glasses back up from where they’d slipped down his sweat-slick nose. He ran his hand through his hair, not paying attention, and then grabbed the front of his shirt, fluttering it to try and cool down. 

Almost like he could sense you, he lifted his head and made direct eye contact with you. You quickly turned back to face the building, your cheeks burning, hoping maybe he hadn’t noticed the way you’d very, very obviously been watching him—not even watching, you’d been straight-up ogling—

“Hey.”

Shit.

“Hi,” you said, turning to face him with an apologetic grimace.

You weren’t sure what to expect from him—maybe a confused glance, or an inquiry as to why you’d been staring. But he had a pleasantly neutral smile on his face, and he was passing his phone back and forth in his hands like he didn’t want to keep them still. When he spoke, it was a question. “Are you new?”

“Is it that obvious?” you asked with a wince.

He shook his head, still smiling gently. “No, that’s not what I mean. I just haven’t seen you before.” He gestured around the tenants milling around. “This is a pretty regular occurrence.”

“What, the building catches on fire?” you said before you could stop yourself.

The man chuckled, dropping his head as he did, like he was nervous to make eye contact. “No,” he said. “It’s an alarm test. Legally, they have to do one every six months, but the alarm’s been broken for…well, as long as I’ve lived here. So it goes off randomly every month.”

“And everyone obeys it anyways?” You glanced around skeptically, having a newfound surprise for the amount of people stuck outside right now.

He shrugged. “They jack up your rent for the month if you don’t do the practice. Apparently back in the ‘80s something happened where there was a real fire and people didn’t evacuate because they thought it was just a drill.”

You chewed on the inside of your cheek, glancing up at the old building. “I really picked a winner,” you murmured.

“It’s not all bad,” he said quickly, looking at you with wide, blue eyes. “I mean—the people are nice.”

You gave him another once-over, smiling a bit. “So far, I’d have to agree.”

His cheeks, which were still flushed from the heat, turned a shade darker and he dropped his eyes again. You felt a little proud of that.

“I’m Bob,” he said.

“Nice to meet you, Bob,” you said, introducing yourself. Then you said, “Your heating’s broken, too, right?”

He exhaled heavily. “Yeah. Debbie downstairs has been letting me borrow her box fan, but it’s pretty rough, as you can see.” He gestured down at his slapdash outfit.

You chuckled a little, nodding and gesturing at your own clothes. “How long do these usually last?” you asked.

Bob shrugged. “Anywhere from fifteen minutes to two hours, depending on how quick they can fix the alarm again. The fire department is gonna show up pretty soon and yell at the super, and then they’ll give us the all-clear. But nothing to do until then but kill time.”

You considered this, stepping out to get a look down the street. A few bodegas and small shops lined the sidewalks, but one place in particular caught your eye. Turning back to your neighbor, you said, “Do you want to go grab an ice cream while we wait, Bob? It’ll probably cool us down better than Debbie’s box fan.”

“R-really?” said Bob, blinking at you in surprise. His whole body stilled, like the nervous energy had fled, but he quickly broke into a smile and said, “Yeah. Yes! Yes, okay. Sure. That sounds nice.”

“Come on, then,” you said, and began to lead the way towards the ice cream parlor. And if you were tempted to hold his hand on the walk back, you kept that to yourself. And if Bob walked you all the way back to your apartment and gave you his number, that was entirely his own decision. And if you fell into bed that night with all your windows thrown open to try and clear out the muggy heat, a giddy smile on your cheeks and a newfound fondness for this apartment building in your heart, well… that was just between you and the night air.

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[niki-phoria]

Helloooooo can I request a song fic with yeonjun x male reader with Taylor swift's song "enchanted"? It gives me 'they broke up predebut but years later after meeting decided to try again' vibes LMFAOOO I VERY MUCH LIKE YOUR WORK AND OMFG I SAW THE LISTS OF YOUR UPCOMING WORKS TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF AUTHOR LOVE YOUUU

pairing: yeonjun x male!reader (no pronouns used) genre: angstish to fluff word count: 504

includes: exes to lovers, not exactly a songfic but based on the bridge of enchanted by taylor swift, the reunion part is kinda awkward lol, they both cry

a/n: thank you for requesting !! i hope you like it :)) and i love you too <33 based on this prompt list from @novelbear

“y/n?” yeonjun whispers in disbelief. turning around to face him, you freeze at the sight of the man before you. you blink once. twice. three times. he tenses as he watches the recognition set in. 

you look different than he remembers. you’ve grown into your features since the last time he first saw you. you were only a nervous high schooler then - anxiously fidgeting with your fingers with each step you took, face littered with acne, and voice cracking with nearly every syllable that left your lips. 

a soft smile pulls at the corners of your lips after a few seconds, much to yeonjun’s shock. the tension in your shoulders relaxes slightly. “yeonjun?” 

“it’s good to see you again,” he finally murmurs. 

you nod, if not a little stiffly. “you too.”

“are you… seeing anyone?”

you bite your bottom lip, eyes flickering down towards the ground before you meet his gaze once again. “no. not since…”

since me, yeonjun thinks. not since i left.

guilt racks through him at your admission. he uncomfortably shifts underneath your gaze, readjusting the position of his hands in his pockets. “yeah, uh… me neither.”

you awkwardly purse your lips before taking a small step backwards. “maybe i should go,” you whisper, more to yourself than him.

“y/n, wait,” yeonjun catches your wrist in his hand before he can stop himself. he lets go almost immediately, though neither of you attempt to make any other movements. “the worst thing that i’ve ever done was leave you that night,” he whispers. tears sting at the corners of his eyes. “i’m sorry. i’m so sorry.”

yeonjun’s hands tremble as he cups your face between his hands. you let yourself relax into his touch, coiling yourself even closer to his skin. despite the time that’s passed, he still knows how to make you shiver. how to calm you down. how to make you feel loved.

squeezing your eyes shut, you let instinct take over. your grip is unrelenting around yeonjun’s shoulders, tightly pressing your bodies together. your head still fits into the crook of his neck like it used to. his hands feel warm when they wrap around your waist, sending familiar shivers down your spine. your tears mix together; hearts beating in sync, replicating a pattern you haven’t felt in years but still remember. 

“i never stopped loving you,” you choke out. tears roll down your cheeks in waves. 

“i love you too,” yeonjun sniffles. you can barely make out his silhouette in front of you through your blurry vision. he reaches up to rest a hand against your face, gently pressing your foreheads together. “can you give me another chance?”

pain stings in your chest. it rattles your lungs each time you breathe. despite your better judgement, a selfish part of you wants to cling to yeonjun. despite your better judgement, you pull him even closer. despite your better judgement, you don’t let go. “please don’t make me regret this.”

“you won’t,” he whispers. “i promise you won’t.”

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[kpopjust4u]

February Filth Fest - Day 3

Post Date: 3rd February 2023 Pairing: Mingi x GN!Reader Content: Smut - Uniform WC: 504 TW?: Dom!Mingi/ Sub!Reader/ Mingi calls reader ‘Bunny’/ Jealous!Mingi/ Power Play/ Teasing/ Biting/ Ass slapping/ Slight oral fixation

February Filth Fest Masterlist                         Prompt list

"You've been so naughty, bunny," Mingi, your chief officer husband growls deeply in your ear, holding your hands behind your back, pulling you right up against him as his warm breath brushes against your neck.

This makes your breath hitch, arousal surging through you, and feeling as though your heart is going to breathe through your chest with how fast and hard it's pounding.

"So naughty, looks like I'm going to have to cuff you," He continues, bending you over the tabletop in the kitchen and reaching for the cuffs on his duty belt.

Though there's no space between you, he's right up against you, his boner confined by his work trousers pressing hard against your ass as he plays a little rough, grabbing your wrists harshly to cuff you up.

"That's what you get for flirting with my friends, you're so naughty. You need to be taught a lesson," His deep growls make you shiver, just not knowing what he has planned up his sleeve is more than enough to make you weak in the knees.

"I- I- Didn't-" You try to defend yourself but a harsh slap across your ass, being held against the table, still bent over shuts you up real quick.

"You don't have to say anything. Anything you say will be held against you in the bedroom," He quips, leaning over you to nip at your ear first, then your neck, making whimper at the initial stinging pain.

Doing as he ordered, you decide it's best to keep your mouth shut. No matter how badly you wanted to argue with him.

"Knees, now," Following his instructions, you do exactly what he orders, and with the help of him guiding you, you're now on your knees, in front of him, facing him.

All you can do is look up at him with pleading eyes, hoping he can tell you're asking for forgiveness. Since you weren't allowed to speak, you're stuck to know what you're supposed to do to get out of this, coming to terms with your punishment.

"That's a good bunny, listening to my orders. Keep this up and you'll be forgiven," He smirks, looking down at you, making you feel small.

This would intimidate another person but you? You're so horny for him, finding this to be hotter than you'd originally expect, just wanting to let him do whatever he wants with you.

Kneeling down, he grabs your face, palm under your face with his thumb and index finger on either side of your chin, "Open up".

So you do.

With your mouth open, tongue sticking out just as you know how he likes, your doe eyes are in full swing.

Sticking his thumb into your mouth, you instantly close your mouth around it and start sucking, without any other questions asked.

"Good bunny," He coos deeply, pulling his thumb out with a 'pop', attaching his lips to yours for a passionate kiss as he guides you to your feet, "Now I think you deserve a little pleasure".

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[nightfall-writer]

"Over a Stupid Rock"

A/N: Sorry for the Author notes on the last two imagines! I am using a prompt (which will be in bold below) although I did not come up with it. Creativepromptsforwriting did and I thought it would be good to use it for Thorin or Thranduil. If you guys want a Thranduil version later I will write one! This is a longer than the last one.

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Thorin x Reader

Word count: 504

Warnings: Slight Angst, Dragon sickness, Thorin doesn’t say if he likes the reader back or not

You liked Thorin since you were in Beorn's house. At first, you didn't mind him, he kept to himself except for talking to some of the other dwarves. You enjoyed the company of the other dwarves even though you weren’t with them at the loss of their home. Everything was going smoothly until Smaug was defeated. That’s when Thorin changed, the other dwarves didn’t seem to notice much at first. You and Bilbo thought at least until you talked to Balin. “Dragon sickness” Balin starts, “I’ve seen it before. That look. The terrible need. It is a fierce and jealous love, It sent his grandfather mad.” He sighs.

“Are you sure?” You ask, “Positive” Balin states. “Balin, If Thorin, had the Arkenstone, or if it was found, would it help?” Biblo asks. “That stone crowns all. It is the summit of this great wealth, bestowing power upon he who bears it. Would it stay his madness? No, laddie. I fear it would make him worse. Perhaps it is best, it remains lost” Balin says. You start looking at Bilbo before walking away. You sigh as you hear Bilbo calling for you, “Yes Bilbo?” you ask. “Where are you going?” He replied. “I’m going to talk to him, I know it might not do much but it's worth a shot,” you say. “Very well, I wish you luck He is not the easiest to talk to at the moment,” Bilbo replies. You shake your head and leave going to find Thorin.

“Thorin! Can we talk for a minute” You ask after finally finding him. He’s where you should've known him to be, Looking over his gems as others look for the Arkenstone. “What is it?” he says a bit coldly. “Erm, We’ve been searching for a while now, perhaps we should take a break?” You ask. “No, we shall keep looking til it is found. Perhaps someone stole it.” He states. “Stole? Thorin these people are basically your family! None of them would steal it.” you say a bit too quickly. “Perhaps you stole it” He stares at you after he says it. You look at him in complete disbelief that he would even accuse you.

 “Me? Why on earth would I want it?” you say a bit loud. “Perhaps you want the riches for yourself!” He yells and turns completely at you. “At your Betrayal, please!” you say. “Why wouldn’t you, Why would you care about me!?” He asks loudly. “I-” you start but cannot bring yourself to finish the sentence. “I’m listening” he states after a few seconds of you not saying anything. “I like you Thorin.” You say not making eye contact. He chuckles a bit making you look at him. “Can’t blame you, I’m pretty awesome” He says, You scoff and look at him. “I cannot believe how low you’ve gotten over a stupid rock.” You say and turn away and leave. You hear him get upset but before he can say anything you turn the corner and continue to walk.

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[fullmoonficlet]

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[murderoushagthesequel]

Boys

for @jegulus-microfic's prompt, new (504 words)

i swear i tried to keep this under 500 words but i couldn't quite make it- anyway i'm really proud of this one and i really like it, hope you do too! welcome to the mind of little 12 year old james (in this one he's gay rather than pan how i usually hc him!) CW for internalized homophobia

James isn’t sure what to think right now. He’s never felt this way before, it’s new. Ever since he was eleven (so, okay, only like a year and a half, but still!) he’s known he's in love with Lily Evans. But now he isn’t sure. Maybe that feeling wasn’t love. Maybe he just really wants to be Lily’s friend and everybody told him because she’s a girl that should mean he likes her.

But this feeling right now, this is different, this might be love. But that’s impossible. It doesn’t make any sense that when he looks at this person his stomach does a weird swoopy thing. Or that his throat closes up just slightly. That he isn’t quite sure what to say but he just has this pull to get close to them and never let go. It doesn’t make sense… because this person is a boy.

It’s not possible for a boy to love a boy. At least that’s what James thought. So why does he feel like this? The second Regulus stepped into the Great Hall at the start of James’ second year, all he could think was noticemenoticemenoticeme. When they started actually talking, that feeling only grew stronger and stronger. He doesn’t want Regulus to notice him anymore, he needs it.

These are the spiralling thoughts that lead him to sitting crouched against the wall of the Astronomy Tower after curfew, silently crying into the sleeve of his robes. He freezes in panic when he hears quiet footsteps ascending the stairs, he could get in serious trouble for being up here so late. His heart doesn’t slow its hammering when he sees it isn’t a prefect at all, but Regulus Black himself. Regulus looks just as startled when he sees James, but seems to soften immediately, after a moment, presumably after noticing James is crying.

He glides over to where James is sitting, eternally graceful, and slumps against the wall beside him. James isn’t really sure what to do in this situation, and ends up doing the last thing he wanted.

“Doyouthinkit’swrongifaboylikesanotherboy?” he murmurs all in one breath. Regulus looks surprised and James immediately feels his heart sink. He’s weird, he’s an outcast, this isn’t normal. Of course Regulus would feel the same.

“No,” Regulus whispers. Now it’s James’ turn to be surprised.

“No?” he asks, daring to look into Regulus’ eyes. He looks scared too. Regulus shakes his head.

“You’re not alone,” he says. James feels a huge weight lift off of his shoulders at those words. He didn’t realise how long he’d been needing to hear them. You’re not alone. Other people are like you. James might even dare to guess that Regulus is one of them.

“Oh,” James breathes, wiping a few tears away from his eyes. Regulus smiles weakly.

“We just have to stick together,” he says. Something about Regulus saying those words makes all the worry from James’ body go away. That’s the moment he knows he truly is in love, but that it’s okay.

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[static-radio-ao3]

@jegulus-microfic // august 31 // prompt: takeout // words: 504

It’s dark in the living room, even with the blinds open to let light from the streetlamps spill into the house. The TV is playing lowly in the background, but Regulus isn’t paying attention. His focus is on the steady beat of James’ heart under his ear where they sitting on the floor, James leaning against the couch and Regulus leaning against James. There are takeout containers on the coffee table, but they can’t be bothered to clean up just yet.

It’s silent save for their matched breaths when James says, “I always fear I’ll be too much.” Regulus jolts a little. He had admittedly been dozing off a bit. He blinks once, twice, to clear the sleep from his eyes.

He doesn’t really know what to say, but the truth is usually a good option. Swapping secrets at night like how they used to swap kisses. “I always fear I’ll never be enough,” he murmurs.

James huffs out a little breath at that, sounding amused. “Maybe we balance each other out, then.”

Regulus huffs too. “I don’t think that’s how it works, James.”

“Sure it does, love.” A hand comes up to trace over the line of his nose, his upper lip (thin, unlike James’), along the curve of his jaw. “Like how two negatives make a positive.”

“Yeah, that’s definitely not the same,” Regulus argues. Something crawls under his skin. Discomfort at the vulnerability. He was never allowed to show any as a child and the habit seems to have stuck. “And also, I know you’re really bad at math so this is not working in your favor.”

“I am so good at math, what do you mean?” James says indignantly, although he keeps his voice down to not disturb the peaceful atmosphere they’ve created. Their home a safe haven for the lost and wayward. For Regulus and James, respectively. The streetlamp outside flickers, momentarily casting them in darkness.

“I’ve played Monopoly with you. I know you can’t count for shit.”

James’ hand stills where it was trailing down his shoulder. A gentle exploration of all of Regulus’ outlines and edges. He hopes James doesn’t bleed.

“Okay, well. That���s- Maybe I was cheating! Ha, what about that?” There is a pleased glint in James’ eye when Regulus turns to look at him. Regulus simply arches an eyebrow.

“James,” he says, slow and soft. The name is familiar on his tongue, but he savors the taste of it nonetheless. “You kept giving me too much money and yourself not enough. How would that be cheating?"

“Like I said, we’d even out. Too much and not enough. Perfectly balanced in the end, no?” Regulus wants to argue - he’s always been rather contrary - but he doesn’t.

“If you say so,” Regulus murmurs. He moves to untangle his legs from James’, twisting fully to settle over James’ lap instead.

“Besides,” James says, hands coming up to cup Regulus’ face between his palms. He allows himself to lean into the touch. “You’ll always be enough for me.”

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[stealingyourbones]

DPxDC Masterlist Prompts #501-550

501. *Casually Trauma Dumps* 502. Jason's Ghostly Growth Spurt (Fav Prompts) 503. Damian's Ghostly Dissociation (Fav Prompts) 504. Ghostly Poozer 505. Blood Blossom Tea 506. Danny's Alternate Self: Jason Todd 507. Cadmus Department: GIW (Fav Prompts) 508. Weak Hearted Martian 509. YJ: Meet Dan 510. Lobo and Dan Doin That Pose Wrestlers Do Getting Real Close and Look Like They're About To Kiss 511. Living Summoning Circle Damian Wayne (Fav Prompts) 512. Fire and Ice Core 513. Danielle the Plastic Gal 514. Right Answer, Wrong Equation 515. Tim Drake: Accidental Liminal Entity 516. Danny's Black Market Cadaver Trade 517. Human to Inhuman 518. Quadruple Somersault 75mph Into Your Skull 519. Ghostly Language Barrier (Fav Prompts) 520. Music Buddies 521. Pit Ring of Rage 522. Distant Relatives 523. Jason Gets Possessed by the Lazarus Pits (Fav Prompts) 524. Pits of Dramatic Entrances (Fav Prompts) 525. Soulbound in Death 526. Connor's Non Kryptonian Side 527. Plastic Man's Ghostly Child Acquisition 528. The King's Shared Pain 529. Lord Death Man: The First Halfa 530. Ghostly Puberty 531. How to Dispose of a Blob Ghost (TW: Body Horror/Death) 532. Danyal isn't Daniel 533. Liminal Dick Grayson (Fav Prompts) 534. Talia's Right Hand Lady: Maddie Fenton 535. Bumbling Bruce Wayne Clone 536. Hey, Cloned Failure's Match 537. Same Voice Actor 538. Danny's Newest Alias: Jimmy Olsen (Fav Prompts) 539. Punk Rock Pals 540. The Ghostly Backrooms 541. Runt of the Pack 542. Garfield's Wulf Friend 543. Barbara's Tech Tips and Support 544. The Circus has Come to Town 545. Dani and Jon: The Super Friends 546. Speedforce Hitchhiker 547. Impulse stops Future Danny (Fav Prompts) 548. Dr. Jazz Fenton: Psych Professor 549. Bruce's Timely Escapes from Death 550. Bruce's Batman Stand In: Dan Fenton

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[ghostly-prompts]

Prompt #504

How dare you survive.

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