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broken rings & queens and kings | kth

summary: to make a long, long story very, very short, you and kim taehyung have been sworn enemies ever since childhood, that is, until you find out that you’re betrothed to each other for the good of your kingdoms, and everything comes crumbling down.

{a long (and quite frankly, unnecessary) mixture of enemies to lovers!au, royalty!au, and arranged marriage!au}

pairing: taehyung x female reader
word count: 24k (ahhhhhhhhH!!!!!!!!)
genre: fluff, light angst, light smut
warnings: hate sex and strong language (when will i ever stop w/ the hate sex)
a/n: u guys don’t know how much this took out of me. dedicated to the one and only @guktwt, without whom i wouldn’t have even written this. this one’s for u, lara!! 

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waiting for a hurricane to hit is the weirdest fucking thing because life goes on as usual until the city is underwater. apart from the empty store shelves, the hundred new tin cans of food in your pantry, the extra days off school or work, and the dried up gas stations, everything is more or less the same. everyone knows what is coming, and we all know it’s gonna be devastating, but we just keep going?? there is concern and a little bit of fear but not gut wrenching, widespread panic. maybe we’re just used to it by now, or have gotten complacent or numb to the devastation of a hurricane since its been so long since we’ve had a really bad one, I don’t know. it’s like a cloud of tension hangs over the entire region, like we’re all holding our breath, as we wait for the inevitable, but there is nothing we can do to stop it so, why panic?

what I’m saying is “the calm before the storm” has a whole new meaning for me.

“Nobody needs to take this long to get ready to go grocery shopping.” Dex commented as he entered their bedroom.

“It takes to time to look this good.” Nursey told him, before pressing a quick kiss to Dex’s cheek.

“You always look good.” Dex said “No matter what.”

“Even when I’ve just woken up?” Nursey asked.

“Your bedhead is adorable.”

“Even when I come home from work at the college, exhausted and cranky?”

“You’re extra cuddly and adorable”

“Even when I went lobster fishing with you and had to wear those awful overalls?” Nursey asked grinning.

“Even then.” Dex said. “You always look amazing.”

“Thanks babe.” Nursey said. He kissed his husband on the lips before adding “You don’t look half bad yourself.”

Dex grinned at him, and they stood there for a moment. When they first met, neither would ever have guessed they’d be happily married, but know neither could imagine not being in love.

“Now can we go before the shops close?” Dex asked suddenly

“I still need to do my hair.” Nursey said, running towards the bathroom as Dex shook his head fondly.


Originally posted by wrong-kong

Artist/Person : Kim Jiwon

Group/Crew : iKon

Genre : Smut

Word Count : 2170

Requested : No

A/N: I’m sorry it’s short and that it took so long, but I was extremely busy. I hope you enjoy~~

He stared at me, eyeing me through the jail cell bars with that goddamn smirk on his face. His hair was messy, nose bridge cut and the corner of his mouth had a little smeared blood from his lip being busted. His eyes were dark as he looked at me, waiting for me to say the words he was waiting for. “This is him, Officer.”

As we walked out of the police station, side by side, I thought about my situation. Stuck living with the campuses main bad boy, who just so happens to be my big fat crush and friend with benefits, that just keeps pulling me into all his mess. Not only does he always bring his troublemaker friends over, but whenever something goes down, like he gets arrested or in a serious fight, I end up taking care of his mess. The smell if cigarettes pulled me from my thoughts. Looking over, I roll my eyes, watching as he smoked. “Hey, Y/N?” A sigh rolled from between my lips at his voice. “Yes, Bobby?” “You look cute.” My eyebrows furrowed as I looked to him. His eyes were looking straight ahead, but a smirk played on his lips. “Thanks.”

Getting into our shared apartment, I went straight to the bathroom to get the first aid before going back into the living where he was seated. I immediately started cleaning his cuts, focusing solely on making sure that the wounds didn’t get infected. “Y/N…” I glanced up to his eyes, our faces a couple of inches apart. “Look…I’ve been thinking…about that night.” I stood, shaking my head before smiling softly. “Done. I’m going to bed.” I turned to start walking away, only for his hand to wrap around my wrist to stop me. “Y/N- “, I shook my head as I stared straight ahead. “I don’t want to talk about it, Jiwon.” “We have to. You’ve been distancing yourself more than usual.” I sighed, easily pulling my wrist from his loose grasp before turning and looking to him with soft eyes. “You were right. I shouldn’t get involved with you. It was just some fun.” I smiled gently before making my way to my room, holding the tears just until I got inside and closed the door. Then I broke down. Silently sobbing until the wee hours of the morning when I finally fell asleep. Little did I know, Jiwon was still awake too. Thinking of what he had done.

Days of not talking to each other turned into weeks, then months, until it somehow ended up being nearly six months of no communication between us. We’d leave out without telling the other, and come back without telling the other. It was a bit sad, though. Every time we ran into each other, whether it be on campus, in the apartment, in a store, it’d be awkward. But then, we’d act like it never happened. Go back to being nonexistent to each other. That was until one Friday night at exactly 3am. The knocking on my bedroom door was just loud enough for me to notice if I was awake, but not even hear if I was asleep. But, I was awake. Doing homework that due the upcoming Monday. I stood from my desk and slowly made my way over to the door, opening it just enough for me look up at the male that I shared an apartment with. “Jiwon… what’s up?” I asked, eyebrow raised in confusion as he stared down at his feet. He’d just gotten back from the party he’d went to during the evening. His cap was facing forward and his head was hanging low, but he didn’t speak. “Jiwon…I don’t have to for your games. I have homework that I need to get do-What the hell happened to you?!” I gasped, taking his bloody face in my small hands. Inspecting his face, I could already tell that what every wounds were under all the blood, were going to bruise and swell up. “Come in, come in.” I ushered him in, sitting him on my bed before pulling a small first aid kit from my bedside drawer.

As I cleaned him up, we both stayed quiet. He let my clean him up, and I focused on his wounds. Wiping away blood, dabbing ointment, and bandaging up the cuts. When I was done, I pulled away from his body. Not even realizing that I ended up straddling his thighs as I cleaned his face. “I’m done now.” He merely nodded and went to get up and leave. “No. Tell me what happened. I haven’t seen you that beaten up since we first moved in together.” “Y/N, it doesn’t matter. Just get back to work. Thanks for your help, really, but I don’t want you involved.” Shaking my head, I forced him back onto my bed by pushing his stomach. At his hiss of pain, my eyes widened in worry before realization set in. “Pull off your shirt.” “Y/N I really don’t think that that’s a goo- “. “Take off the goddamn shirt, Jiwon!” At that, he silently pulled off his hoodie and t-shirt that hid underneath. And that’s when I saw all the bruises. Some were purple and blue, while others were red. I held my hand to my mouth as I scanned his body. “Jiwon…what the hell happened?” I look up, finding him with his head low. His jaw was set in a tight clench, his hands gripping my bed. I stood in front of him, placing my hand on his cheek before lifting his face to look up at me. As we made eye contact, my face softened. His arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me between his parted legs as he rested his cheek against my bare stomach. His hold was tight, fingers digging into my sides. My fingers automatically went to his hair, playing in the soft, blond strands.

We were like that for a while, sitting in silence as he held me in a steady grip and I played with his hair. That was, until he moved his head. At first I ignored it, thinking that he was just adjusting for his neck. Then, he started placing soft kisses on my exposed stomach. “Jiwon… what are you doing?” I asked softly, looking down at him. “I’m showing you sorry I am. I hurt my princess and I didn’t mean to…” He muttered, his hands moving down to my thighs and pulling me onto his lap. Attaching his lips to my neck, he rubbed his hands up and down my sides. I couldn’t help the way that my head fell back and moans slipped from my lips so effortlessly. My hips started moving on their own, grinding against him and pulling moans from him. “Princess…fuck…I missed you…so much…” He groaned, nipping at my neck as he pushed me against him harder. I nodded, eyes shut as I moaned out softly, gripping his shoulders. “Baby…” I whimpered, clenching in need around nothing. “I need you.” And then, everything stopped. A whine left my parted lips as I opened my eyes and looked to him. His eyes were set on me, dark with lust, as he bit his bottom lip. Then, my back was on the bed and he was kneeling on the floor between my legs, yanking down my cotton shorts and panties. We stared into each other’s eyes as he leaned forward and gave my lower lips a small peck. Slowly he slipped his tongue from between his lips and licked a small strip up my womanhood, causing a small moan to slip from me. At that, he found some encouragement and dove in. He ate me out like it was the first time he’d eaten for months. Twisting and turning his tongue in different ways, nipping and sucking at anything he could. I was a squirming, moaning mess. Head moving back and forth in pleasure as I called his name repeatedly, hands buried in his hair as I tugged on it. I clenched around his tongue, subconsciously pushing his face closer to my core. “I’m close…so close.” I whimpered, only for the feeling of him humming into me. “Cum for me, princess.” He muttered, making my eyes go crossed as the familiar feeling in the pit of my stomach snapped. My back arched off the bed, mouth open in a silent moan, and my toes curled. He held my hips down, lapping at my core. When my orgasm passed, he pulled away and stood, looking down at me with a smirk playing on his lips.

Our clothes were shed in a matter of a few minutes, a condom slipped onto his length. He was hovering over me, both his arms resting on either side of my head, his lips brushing against mine gently. “I’m sorry for hurting you.” He muttered, pecking my lips softly and looking into my eyes. “Show me how sorry you are…” I breathed, my hand making its way from where it rested on his shoulder to his neck as I pulled him down for a kiss. As our lips moved together slowly, I felt him slip into me. I pulled away, my lips parting in a silent moan. He pushed into me until our hips connected, using all of his self-control and staying still. “Move.” I spoke in a hushed voice after a few seconds, pushing my hips towards his a little. He slowly started to thrust in and out of me, his forehead resting on mine. “Jiwon…” I whimpered, gripping his biceps. “Don’t hold back.” I breathed, looking him in the eyes. His eyes darkened at my words, his pupils getting slightly bigger as he gave a stiff nod. I felt him pull out until only his tip was left, then he snapped his hips back roughly. I let out a squeak, feeling him do it over and over again. Then he gripped my thigh with one of his hands and pulled it onto his hip. His thrusts were fast and hard, grunts coming from his as he gripped the sheets. Feeling myself clench around him, I didn’t even have time to warn him, before I came. “Fuck!” I cried out, my nails dragging down his back. His face scrunched at the pain that shot through his body, but that only made him thrust harder. Then, he pulled out completely. “Get on all fours.” He growled, his eyes almost animalistic. I nodded, scurrying on my hands and knees, ass facing him as I arched my back.

The sound reached my ears before I felt the sharp sting from him slapping my ass. I whimpered, my head dropping at the pain. The bed dipped behind me, then his hands gripped my ass and parted it as he slipped into me. My eyes rolled back at the angle, my arms almost giving out. His hand tangled itself into my hair before he tugged my head back, making my back arch more, before he started thrusting into me mercilessly. Our moans and groans were bouncing off the walls, adding to the loud sound of the headboard hitting the wall. I was clenching around him tightly, pushing myself back onto him. “Are you close, princess?” He grunted, rolling his hips into me harder. I nodded, letting out a soft ‘yes’, that sound more like a squeak. He nodded before slipping his hand to my front, pressing quick figure eights onto my clit roughly. I let out a low moan, my arms giving out just as he let go of my hair to grab my hips. My face fell into the mattress, as another orgasm ripped through me. He stilled, his grip on my hips tightening as his orgasm hit him. Waves of pleasure coursed through him, before it all slowly came to a stop. Pulling away from me, he rolled off the condom and disposed of it. Laying down next to me, he wrapped his arms around me and pulled my sweaty body to his.

When I woke up the next morning, he was still next to me. His face buried in my chest and his arms wrapped around my waist tightly as he slept peacefully. Soft snores leaving him, and anytime I moved even the slightest his hold would tighten before loosening back up slightly after a few moments. When he finally did wake up, two hours after me, he looked up at me with a smile. “Good morning, princess.” Looking away from the small screen of my phone, I made eye contact with him and smiled back. “Good morning, baby.” That only made his smile bigger as he held me closer, if that was possible. Placing a small kiss on my collarbone, he rested his head back on my chest and let out soft sigh. “Y/N…I think I love you.” He muttered softly. My eyes snapped to him and I smiled before giggling softly at his reddened ears. “I think I love you, too, Jiwon.”

Title: Better Than Her

Title: Better Than Her

Type: angst

Characters: Reader X Yuta

Word Count: 1755

Summary: It’s already been 7 months but he’s still not over his ex

A/N: yall i was bored and felt angsty for some reason so i decided to write this with yuta. I hope it’s angsty enough for angst-loving binches like me 😅

hope you’ll enjoy it tho 💕💕


Originally posted by taesyong

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Essays in Existentialism: Flight II

Could we have more of FLIGHT? it destroyed me.

Previously on Flight 

“So I just have to take charity cases for you to visit,” Abby teased as she hugged her daughter tightly in front of the airport.

People came and went, not caring at all about the reunion occurring on the curb. But to Abby it was everything. She hugged her daughter so tight she thought she’d leave marks, though she didn’t care about that at all. It was rare and new and tenuous, and so she clung as tight as she could while her daughter wasn’t much better.

“And promise me dinner,” Clarke taunted, surprising herself as she hugged back just as tight.

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HOUSE BUYING THING:  Not much update, apart from the doors now having been painted tricorn black.  Seven more weeks.

My apartment’s current closet of shame–

  • me: *wants a new nightie + toy from the disney store*
  • disney store: *is literally not even a mile away*
  • me: *too lazy*
Why would we have need of money, all Petrograd is in the hands of the workers; all the apartments, all the clothes stores, all the factories and workshops, all the textile mills, the food shops, all are in the hands of the social organisations. The working class has no need of money.
—  Iosif Bleikhman, one of the leading Petrograd anarchist communists

idolsidle  asked:

Give me apartment hcs. I live for that shit. Give us all apartment hcs. Give the people what they want amalas

Hip Hop Au - Random Fact

Iwaizumi lives in a cheap 2 store apartment complex where he rents a little one room apartment at the ground floor

It’s a more poor neighborhood placed on the border to downtown and the city’s “China Town” (which is a more mixed than actually only Chinese district).
The apartment is small and cheap.

He doesn’t own much. Never had lots to bring with him from his uncle’s house when he moved out and never were able to afford many new things.
His place is small but he keeps it organized and well sorted. However it’s not a real nice place. Due being on the ground floor and not having many windows it’s more dark. The apartment block itself is worn down and not in the best condition. The floor of his apartment is some run down old linoleum and every once in a while the warm water of his shower is acting up.
At least the apartment complex has some washing machines and tumble dryers in the basement which he can use for some coins so he doesn’t have to go to a laundromat.

Oikawa’s living situation is different and way better.
He lives in an old but nice brick apartment house where he rents a cozy 2 bedroom apartment.

The neighborhood is to be gentrified in the future but for now still authentic, diverse and not really expensive. It’s an old blue-collar worker area with lots of brick houses and small shops and pubs and a more early industrial look.
Slowly more students and artists move close to the area as they love the mix of affordable rents and nice old buildings.

Oikawa has a bedroom and a spare room which he uses as a living room/music room. The kitchen is small but cozy and the bathroom doesn’t have a shower but an old bathtub with a shower head.
The rooms (not kitchen and bathroom) have old timber floor board. They are a bit worn down and could use some sanding but they still add to a nice and cozy atmosphere.

Although Oikawa doesn’t own a washing machine so he has to spend time at the laundromat or just drops by at the youth center and bugs Kuroo to use the washing machine there.

Oikawa’s apartment is about 48 m² so really a nice amount of space for him where as Iwa’s apartment is only about 28 m².                                

Precious Raindrops {Yoongi}

Pairing: YonngixReader

Warning/Genre: Fluff, light smutt, use of babygirl and princess 

Excerpt: You assumed he was going to give you your food and the speaker and find his way back to the living room or bedroom. But Yoongi was full of surprises today, instead without a word he handed you your food and then dropped his low-hanging sweatpants to the ground and made his way into the opposite side of the tub lifting your legs and draping them across his own. 

Word Count: 1,499

Note: Made this upon request and omg i don’t think ive been this fluffy ever so i think i tried a bit too hard but idk. Also i wanted to let you guys know if you ever want PM me for any reason even if youre bored and just want to talk about space im down i luvvv new friends.  

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Hostage(Bucky Barnes X Reader)

;Hiya guys I’m back! Thank you all for being so patient with me, I know I am not the best at updating..ever..but, you all still follow me and idk I just!! feel really grateful!! Anyway, here you goo ^~^

Originally posted by rcbbiereyez

Pale morning light filtered in through your window, nudging you awake. You stared through the slats in the blinds,momentarily mesmerized by the little particles of dust dancing in the sunlight. You sighed, knowing you had tons of errands to run, yet not wanting to get out of bed whatsoever.

Ten minutes later, you finally willed your body to get moving. You slowly removed your covers and got out of bed,getting in the shower. After getting dressed in a decent outfit and doing your hair, you left your apartment. The crisp morning hair was refreshing against your skin, as you began your walk down the city street. First order of business; get some coffee. 

There was a small little coffee shop about a block away from your apartment, and you wouldn’t hesitate to call it your second home. The owners new you, and they were some of the nicest people you’ve had the pleasure of knowing. The whole place smelled like dark chocolate and coffee beans, which has slowly become your favorite smell.

You strolled down the sidewalk towards the chipped green door, waving to people you encounter and shooting them friendly smiles. Some people in your life would argue that you’re one of the friendliest people they’ve ever met, and you like to keep up that reputation. 

Finally,you made it to your favorite coffee shop ever, cheerfully bantering with Mr.Diaz, the owner, as he got you your coffee. 

“Well, you have a good day, then, (y/n)! Be safe,”Mr.Diaz smiled, handing over my coffee. 

“You too, Mr.Diaz! I’ll be back soon,” You promised, walking out. One of the perks of the coffee shop being there, is that it was right across the street from the little local grocery store. your apartment was really in a great place, huh?

You sipped on my coffee, relishing in the warm, slightly bitter taste as it warmed you slowly from the inside out. Mentally making a grocery list, you perused the aisles. It was not a good idea coming in here hungry, because you ended up buying way too much junk food. 

There was only one person in line other than you, and maybe ten people in the store in total, including the workers. It was nice and quiet inside, the gentle singing of some top-charts artist being the background to the scene.You stood patiently, waiting for the other person to finish ringing up their groceries. Suddenly, another person walked in. They were wearing a dark sweatshirt, and a black hat, and looked tense. Instantly, you got a bad feeling about this guy.

The man moved erratically around the store, eyes never stopping on something for more than a second.You shifted from foot to foot uncomfortably,itching to get out of there and away from the guy. Just as the annoyed-looking teen at the register started to ring up the groceries, the guy circled back to the front. He held a blank stare, going to the other woman behind the counter. She smiled warmly at him, asking if he needed anything. He said nothing. 

Your heart constricted in your chest when he pulled out the gun.

It was aimed right at her, and she looked calmly down the barrel. Immediately, you started backing away, trying not to grab his attention. 

“Sir, please, could you lower the gun,” the worker said calmly, looking straight into his eyes. He only gripped the gun tighter. Suddenly, he whirled around to face you, gun pointed straight at your stomach. You let out an involuntary scream at his sudden movement, catching the attention of the other six or so people in the store. 

Just around the corner, out of the man’s sight, a terrified mother stood, clutching a tiny girl to her. The little girl was looking up at her mom, confused, sucking on a little pink lollipop. This scene made your heart sink, thinking of what horrors might happen to this mother and young girl, and to you, today.

“I want everyone down on the floor, now!”The man’s gruff voice came from behind the mask. Slowly, you sank to the floor, backing yourself up against the shelves behind you. The man took his attention from you, sauntering back over to the counter. His movements were so…calm..it was unnerving. 

Suddenly, he jerked his hand down, grabbing the teenage cashier by her hair. She shrieked, tears streaming down her face once she felt the cool metal of the gun barrel against her forehead. She made eye contact with you, silently pleading, and you knew you had to do something. 

Slowly, you moved so you were hidden behind the deli counter, scooting farther and farther so you could work undetected. Finally, you were all the way behind the counter. Silently, you took out your phone, punching in 9-1-1. You knew you wouldn’t be able to talk on the phone, so you opted for texting. You sent the simplest message you could:

56th st grocery. Robbery Hostages Gun Help

Once it was sent, you put your phone away, silently praying for help to arrive faster.

Please…please I’ll do anything, give you anything! Just let me go,” the now sobbing teenage girl begged, her heavy black eyeliner running down her cheeks. Instantly you stood up before you even knew what you were doing. 

“If you’re gonna take a hostage, take me instead. She’s so young..” you stepped forward, and the steely gray eyes of the gunman stared deep into your eyes.In an instant, the girl was thrown to the floor, and the gunman’s arm was squeezed tightly around your neck, choking you. About a moment later, voices and sirens could be heard outside. 

“THIS IS THE POLICE,COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP,” a man with a megaphone shouted.

“Shit..” the gunman mumbled, looking around. Suddenly, he began dragging you through the aisles, heels dragged on the linoleum, the occasional terrified shopper staring at you in horror.

He took you towards a big, metal door in the back of the store, harshly kicking it open. It revealed a stairwell, which only went up.He began dragging you up the stairs, choking you in the process as you tripped, trying to simultaneously keep up with him an not choke at the same time. When he reached the door at the top and kicked it open, glaring sunlight hit you in the face.

Immediately,the barrel of the gun was pressed into your forehead, and he dragged you over to the edge of the building. 

“DON’T COME ANY CLOSER, OR I SWEAR I’LL SHOOT HER,” the gunman shouted, catching the attention of the police below. The looks on their faces gave away how unlikely it was you’d be saved. Hot tears started pouring out of your eyes as a feeling of hopelessness washed over you. 

One of the police radioed someone, a grim look on his face, before turning to look back up at you. He reached to the back of his belt loop, unhooking the megaphone and bringing it to his lips.

“Sir, if you please, just let her go, and we can talk about this civilly,”the officer tried,but the gunman’s grip on you only got tighter. A few minutes of him pleading went by, before the noise of what sounded like a helicopter sounded overhead. 

The helicopter landed across the street, on top of the building next to the coffee shop. It was the first time you actually looked past the police, and what you saw made you cry even harder. Mr.Diaz was standing down on the street below, a face of stricken grief taking over his features. 

Suddenly, the feeling of the gun barrel left my forehead, allowing me to look over. The gunman’s gun, and arm, were stuck in a web. I followed the web back to the one and only spiderman, who was sitting on the edge of the building.

The gunman was jerked backwards, losing his grip on you. As he fell backwards, it propelled you forwards, effectively shoving you right over the edge of the building. You closed your eyes, grimacing, waiting for impact. 

But it never came. 

A pair of arms were gripping your waist tightly, beginning to pull you up. Once you were back on the roof, you instantly turned around hugging the person who saved you gratefully.

“Oh my god,thank you thank you thank you, you just saved my life! I cannot thank you enough because I am not smushed on the sidewalk currently-”you rambled, eyes still closed, hugging the person. He let out a chuckle, and you opened your eyes. Your cheeks immediately turned red when you saw you were clinging to the Bucky Barnes. 

“Well, anything for you, doll,” he smiled, gently guiding you to the stairs. You clung to him-to your lifeline-the whole way to the ambulance waiting on the street. 

“Okay, stay safe. If you need anything, you know who to come to,” Bucky said, once you climbed into the ambulance. 

“Thank you so much, again, I don’t know how I could ever repay you,” you smiled at him. 

“How about we go get a coffee sometime?” he asked casually,taking you by surprise.

“Uh, y-yeah, of course! I’ll catch you around.”


Brett  x Talbot!Reader

~ Part 1

Word count: 1 549

A/N: Second part of an lovely idea from @lazyneonmonster.


You were head deep in one of the drawers, shuffling among the twin’s clothes for their pair of waterproof coated trousers. As usual you were late with packing for play dates. 

Brett leaned against the door frame and pushed the door open completely, but it didn’t earn your attention. “Shouldn’t Malia be here any minute now?” he asked sweetly and you snap up to turn your head to the clock that hang above the dresser, winced when you saw the time. 

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anonymous asked:

I love your fics so much!! They really make me happy 😊 Idk if you're taking prompts, but I love the idea of Sanvers on a sunny morning, waking up together, doing their morning routine, all fluffy and cute and full of gross bagels

I know this wasn’t a nonbinary Alex prompt, but to me it felt really powerful to take a “regular”, hella fluffy prompt, just of an everyday thing that has nothing to do with being nonbinary, and make it such…

They’re up just as the sun is rising, and the most beautiful woman they’ve ever seen is wrapped up in their arms.

They kiss her forehead and Maggie sighs in her sleep, shifting close to Alex, her lips tilting up into a smile in the tendrils of dawn’s light.

Alex groans internally, but the way they stroke Maggie’s hair gives them away: sure, they want to go for their run, but if this – this amazing woman – is the thing preventing them from leaving the warmth of the blankets, the warmth of her naked body heat, the warmth of her still-sleeping smile?

Well then, Alex Danvers figures they have it pretty damn good.

They watch the growing sunlight dance across Maggie’s sleeping face, and they run their fingers over Maggie’s bare shoulder, torso, ass, thigh, which is hitched up over Alex’s stomach so she’s half on top of them.

“My little koala,” Alex whispers to no one in particular, and kisses Maggie’s hair.

They don’t know how long they watch Maggie sleep, how long they wonder what she’s dreaming, how long they wonder what they ever did to deserve this kind of peace, this kind of happiness, this kind of perfection.

“You’re staring at me, Danvers,” Maggie croaks eventually, without opening her eyes, her smile growing and her voice thick and gravelly with sleep.

“Pfft, no, I’m not – no,” Alex splutters, and Maggie cracks open first one eye, and then the other, shifting groggily so her body is fully on top of Alex’s.

“You were, Danvers, no point denying it.” She plants sleepy kisses on Alex’s face, on their very slightly fuzzy jawline, on their neck.

“No?” Alex asks, running their hands up and down Maggie’s body, making sure the blankets are still over her so she’s still completely wrapped in the warmth their bodies have made together all night.

“Nope,” Maggie concludes, her tongue flickering out against Alex’s throat, and Alex tosses their head back and groans softly. “I’m a detective, Agent Danvers, or have you forgotten?”

“Such a detective you even detect things in your sleep, huh?”

“Mmhhmmmm. And I detect you didn’t go for your run this morning.”

“An accurate assessment, Detective Sawyer.”

Maggie swoons and pretends not to, and Alex kisses her fully on the mouth. She can’t pretend not to swoon anymore, and neither, quite frankly, can Alex.

“So here’s what we do,” Maggie proposes between soft kisses. “You go out for your run, and when you get back, I’ll have coffee and pancakes and much fresher breath than I currently have.”

Alex chuckles and kisses her deeper.

“But I’ll miss you if I go for my run,” they protest, and Maggie beams and rolls off of them. They whine and Maggie mercifully rolls back halfway to kiss them again.

“And you’ll be grumpy all day if you don’t go, Danvers. Miss me for an hour and come back to coffee and breakfast and me wearing nothing but one of your flannels, how’s that?”

Alex tries to pull Maggie back toward them, and Maggie shrieks a giggle and dodges before getting twisted up in the covers and surrendering happily to Alex’s touch.

“Okay?” Alex confirms, and Maggie kisses their shoulder.


“Was that a promise?” they want to know, and Maggie tilts her head as she looks up at the person she loves like she’s never loved anyone before.

“Was what a promise, Ally?”

Alex swoons at the use of the nickname that only ever feels right off of Maggie’s tongue, that feels perfect off of Maggie’s tongue.

“To only be wearing one of my flannels when I get back.”

Maggie bites her lip and Alex practically growls with desire. “Hurry back and find out.”

It takes several kisses and a mild tickle war that leave them both gasping for air and finding it in each other to get Alex dressed and out the door, and Maggie sighs into the silence when they leave.

She’s never had this before – this intimacy, this domesticity, this perfection – and she never, ever wants to lose it.

She takes her time in the shower, remembering as she does each place Alex touched her, licked her, bit down gently – and, at her urging, not so gently – into her skin last night, each place Alex had worshiped her, and she’s never felt more cared for. More beautiful.

As promised, she slips on one of Alex’s old flannels as she makes four times the amount of pancakes she normally would, because it’s Sunday and Kara will be over soon after Alex gets back from their run. She hums to herself the entire time, even as she listens to the news and occasionally interrupts her own rhythm to yell indignantly at some story or other.

Before long, the scents of coffee and homemade pancakes – some plain, some with cinnamon, some with bananas, some with chocolate chips – fill the entire apartment, and by the time Alex steps back in, the red bandana just above their forehead dark with sweat and their cutoff, sleeveless Stanford sweatshirt perfectly highlighting the rippled muscles in their arms, the table is set and soft jazz has replaced the news and Maggie’s hair is still wrapped in a towel and Alex’s racing heart stops at the sight and scent and sound of it all.

Because before?

Before, their apartment was just that: an apartment. A place to store things, a place to sleep, a place to drink, a place to function.

And now?

“What, no double-toasted dry-as-the-desert bagel this morning?” they ask, and Maggie laughs and shakes her head as she presses a glass of water into Alex’s strong hands.

“I love you too, Danvers. I love you, too.”

And Alex beams, and Alex kisses her, and Alex pours every emotion they have into it, because together, they’re home, home, home.