#OR. I MAKE IT A SHORT SERIES FOR ALL OF THEM.

[strnilolover]

Cabin On The Mountain

in which . . . matt and reader decide to go to a cabin for a get away up on the mountains, secluded from everyone and everything else. what happens when they get snowed in their first night and matt decides on how to keep them busy?

content warnings : this is a short little mini series that will explicitly contain smut and mature themes. this whole thing will basically be smut with zero to very little plot whatsoever. this also skips a lot, so they are all different days and things they do each day. length also may very (they will mostly be short, but can be longer).

additional warnings : none for this part!

intro , one

INTRO

day one and two…

going to a cabin up on the mountains was something you and matt had been wanting to do for a while. going to a place that was away from everyone—secluded and quiet. it wasn’t often that you both got time for just yourselves, so when the opportunity came, you snatched it.

the drive up the mountain had been long, winding roads twisting through towering trees dusted with snow, but it was exactly what you and matt needed—a break from everything.

the cabin was nestled in the quiet solitude of the woods, it was small but cozy, with a stone fireplace and windows that reached from the floor to the ceiling. they framed the snow-covered trees like a painting, making them look absolutely gorgeous.

“look at how beautiful it is matt.” you said once he parked the car, quickly unbuckling yourself and slipping out the passenger door. your head tipped back to look at the building, already feeling the comfort it would bring to your tense mind.

“it’s very beautiful. but not as beautiful as you.” matt said, a smirk tugging at his lips as you just glared at him—heat crawling up your neck. you never could take a compliment from him even after all this time.

by the time you got everything inside—your bags, the groceries, the thick blankets you insisted on bringing—night had fallen, casting a peaceful hush over the mountain. the two of you had settled in quickly, lighting the fireplace and curling up on the couch side by side. your head resting against matt’s shoulder as he scrolled through his phone absentmindedly. the air smelt of pine and firewood—the smell bringing you comfort.

it kind of reminded you of matt in a way—this was all matt.

“y’know,” matt started, turning his head slightly to look at you. “I could get used to this. just us being out here with no loud noises. no one to disturb us.” he smiled at the thought, leaning down to press a kiss to your head. “would live here with you.”

you hummed in agreement, closing your eyes as his arm draped over your shoulders, pulling you in just a little closer. the two of you stayed like that for a while, wrapped up in the comfort of the moment, before eventually dragging yourselves to bed.

outside, the snow had started falling, light at first but quickly picking up, swirling through the air like something out of a movie. you hadn’t noticed—you were too warm, too comfortable, too wrapped up in the feeling of matt beside you as you both drifted off to sleep.

⸻

the next morning came quicker than you would have liked and you woke to an eerie sort of quiet. no birds, no wind, just… silence. slowly you stretched your arms above your head, rubbing your eyes before turning over on your side to glance over at matt, who was still buried beneath the blankets, face pressed into the pillow.

you giggled softly, reaching a hand out to brush his hair away from his face before you sat up, stretching once more. swinging your legs over the side of the bed you slipped out of the warmth and padded over to the window to pull back the curtains—only to be met with pure white staring back at you.

you squinted, temporarily blinded as the brightness hurt your eyes. you couldn’t believe it—the snow had doubled, even tripled over night and now..you couldn’t even see where things ended and where they began.

your stomach dropped slightly—you weren’t necessarily scared, just nervous at what to do. considering you and matt both had plans that were now going to have to be put on hold.

“matt.” you said, turning back towards the bed as you saw his body shift against the sheets. no response, so you tried again.

“matt baby, wake up.” finally a groggy, muffled sound came from the bed. “hmm?” you rolled your eyes at his response, and you couldn’t help but to smile—but that was quickly wiped away once you remembered what you were trying to tell him.

“we’re snowed in.” and that got his attention. he groaned, turning himself over and dragging himself up before stumbling over to stand beside you, eyes narrowing at the wall of snow blocking the view. “holy shit.” he breathed.

you turned to him. “what do we do? i mean we had plans that we had for the day.” you asked, worry laced through your voice.

he ran a hand through his messy hair, sighing. “well… we could panic, or…” he turned to you with a smirk, “we could take advantage of it.” you narrowed your eyes. “take advantage of being trapped?”

and he nodded. “think about it,” he said, reaching out and wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you against his bare chest before he peered down at you.

“now we have an excuse to do absolutely nothing. no expectations, no interruptions—just us.” and now his mind was racing with just exactly what they could do.

a/n : i came up with this on a whim, props to me for sticking it out and already having the next few parts of this either done or being written.

[shikaizer]

DIRTY PLEASURE 005

SERIES DETAILS

"hey.." caitlin whispered on your ear, you fluttered your eyelids and sighed deeply hearing the key door click, the familiar scent hitting your nose, caitlin was carrying you inside the apartment.

"fucking annoying." paige muttured and caitlin place you on the couch, she was sat down and your on her lap back pressed against her chest, caressing your thighs, paige glared at you stomping her way to the couch to give your jaw a harsh grip.

"fucking slut." caitlin stayed quiet and cooed mocking paige. "admit it, your a fucking whore." her tone hit straight to your heart, her words have lots of feelings in it.

"im not—" a single tear has left your eyes, and paige slapped you not enough to seriously hurt you. "stop fucking crying." she spat and you looked down. "look at her guilt tripping us." caitlin spoke up and gripping on your wrist, her warm breath on your neck. "think paige is a bit mean?" caitlin asked and paige leaned down to wait for an answer, when you stayed quiet she slapped you again. "answer." you quickly nodded and she raised her eyebrows.

"but its your fucking fault, your basically cheating on us." she muttured and you frowned.

"we aren't even together!" you shouted and the both of them are taken back by what you just said. paige crossed her arms and looked over at caitlin who was also shocked.

"let go of her." paige muttured and caitlin roughly pushed you down the floor making you gasp. "door is there, leave if you want." paige tilted to the door and you looked up at the both of them brows furrowed. "no!" you shoted and caitlin smirked. "no?" paige asked.

"i dont want to—" you muttured looking down and both of the girls looked at each other with a knowing expression.

"yeah? tell me, aliyah or us?" you frowned at the question hesistating. "thats what i thought." caitlin responded and you shaked your head.

"you guys." you spoke up determined and caitlin smiled. "you love us right?" caitlin asked and you nodded. "cant feel it at all." paige muttured and you bit your lip.

"i love— both of you so much." you breathe out still on the ground. "you need to show us baby.." caitlin cooed and you tilt your head. "how..?" you asked not knowing at all and caitlin stood up kneeling down at your level.

"do you trust us?" caitlin looked at you deeply and you hesistated for a second and nodded, caitlin smirked moving a strand of your hair out of your face. "thats our girl." she kissed your cheeks and looked over at paige tilting her head to the bedroom, something like gesturing her.

paige made her way to the bedroom and caitlin lifted you up following paige, the room was dark. lights off, and cold.

"cait?" you whispered and caitlin shushed you down, she gently placed you on the soft matress , you could see their shadow a slight glint of them.

paige got on top of you and kissed you deeply. caitlin on the other hand was making her way under you, shes now holding on you while your back is pressed against her chest.

"im still mad at you." paige muttured while she trailed rough kisses on your neck. "mm..sorry." you breathe out and she rolled your shorts down, caitlin's hand made its way under your breast.

"mmmhh.." caitlin hummed kissing your back while paige is rubbing your clit slowly.

"more.." you moaned and you felt paige's smirk on your skin.

they stopped for a moment, and now you felt two silicone cocks on your clit, and on your ass.

you gasped and tried to move but they secured your position. "you said you trust us right?" caitlin asked dissapointment in her tone. "yes.." you spoke up breath hitching. "good." caitlin kissed your nape and paige spat on her cock while she kept eye contact with you.

first, she lifted you up placing you on caitlins cock making you yelp. "shh baby.." caitlin cooed you, once shes deep inside you, she held on your waist tightly securing your position.

"fuck!" you moaned out and you looked at paige whos keeping her gaze on yours, scanning your face for your reaction, it was enough for her to turn her on.

slowly, she slid inside you making you scream.

"shh shh.. calm down." paige whispered burying her face on your neck, caitlin was caressing your hips while your nails are starting to bury on her skin.

"holy shit—!" you screamed and paige grunted.

the pain started to fade into pleasure, your eyes are rolled behind your eyelids and drool is basically falling on the corner of your lips.

"taking it so well baby.." caitlin cooed and you whined. paige started thrusting slowly but deeply.

"ughhh— FUCK—" you arched your back and gripped on paige's shoulder moaning right on her ear.

paige let out a breathy laugh "enjoying this huh?" you nodded and caitlin chuckled "shit— we should do this more often." caitlin bit your nape and you whinced.

as paige's pace began to be faster, you have felt your reaching point, and you know it, you have came while both of their cocks are inside you.

you closed your eyes catching your breath, they slowly pull out leaving a weird empty feeling inside you, you cant move at all.

you felt the bed shift, and a blanket on top of you, they prepared some warm wet towel rubbing it all over your body, and before you know it, you have fainted to sleep.

"think we made it too far with her?" paige looked over at caitlin and she shaked her head. "no she fucking loved it." caitlin chuckled and kissed your fore head tucking you comfortably.

"what we gon do with aliyah?" paige crossed her arms and caitlin gestured paige to the closet, paige already knew what this was, caitlin took your phone and paige took a black bag in the closet.

caitlin sat on the edge of the bed and messaged aliyah.

' hey! im sorry for suddenly hanging up on you, wanna meet up at the top floor here in stadia? '

' its fine, but its almost 12—'

' please? i wanna see you. '

' okay. omw '

caitlin rolled her eyes gagging, she looked over at paige whos fixing up some few tools, and a few moments, the both of them are wearing a all black outfit, mask, sweater,pants, hood.

they slid and knife in their pocket and carefully opened the door, they looked at you one last time.

making their way at the top floor, they can already see aliyah, bet her clit is itching so bad she wanted to see you.

they got behind her and whistled.

aliyah quickly turned around and gasped when she was punched right in the face.

"goodnight~" paige cooed and stomped on her face making her faint.

[lonely-ey3s]

To Go, Please | the materialists pt 1/2

pairing: Harry Castillo x reader (the materialists)

word count: 2.7k

summary: You have been seeing Harry for a couple of weeks now after meeting him at your friend's wedding. After your last date was cut short due to a work emergency, the two of you want nothing more than each other's company tonight.

a/n: ok so are we all insufferable today between the apple airpod trailer and the materialists? because i am. my god. also, we are calling him Harry for now, as the name card he picks up in the trailer I assumed was his, and the name on it is Harry Castillo?? but either way, i'll change it if need be. also, i've already thought of a new series containing this man-- so much is coming.. ahhh !!

Dividers by: @saradika-graphics 

Part One

The sushi place that you were currently sitting at was something of a hidden gem you liked to go to when you needed a break from everything. Being a matchmaker had its joys and perks, being surrounded by people falling in love- and finding their happiness. However, it also had its days when you wanted nothing more than to curl up and vow that love doesn’t exist. Today was one of those days after a client you’d lined up with someone turned out to be nothing but a fraud, leaving the bride at the alter– one of your biggest nightmares.

However, Ming’s Sushi was one of the small slivers of joy you could get access to on a day like today. That and well as of late, another sliver of joy and peace was Harry.

Harry as well had a busy day, not bad, just busy. It was filled with meetings, contract signings, budget reviews, and at the end having to be submitted to a board meeting to discuss the quarterly numbers.

He called you when he was leaving the office, wanting to see you after a long day as well as after hearing about your day, wanting to offer some comfort. He asked where you wanted to go for dinner, and when you said Ming’s, he asked you to be ready within the hour.

Harry was a man like no other. Yes, he was filthy rich, which set him aside– but he was also one of the most generous individuals you’d ever met, not only as a person but as a partner as well.  

He was consistently making you feel seen, heard, and appreciated in every aspect. This was shown by the way you’d offer to help carry something inside last you were together. He thanked you with those big brown eyes and warm smile but insisted on doing it for you– his reasoning was always he wanted to take care of you. 

It was also shown when he would appreciate how beautiful you looked. He’d find small things that you didn’t think you’d notice like the color of your nails, the earrings or eye shadow you wore– small details to you, but he made them feel so much more valuable– made you feel more valuable. 

He worshipped you. 

When he introduced himself at your best friend’s wedding, and from the start, he had a way of somehow making you feel like the most desired person in any room. 

After a night of drinks, getting to know each other more, a few slow dances and a very polite and respectful goodnight kiss from him, he called you the next day to ask you to dinner. 

Since– the last 2 weeks have been nothing short of a complete dream. You’d gone out with him a few times to dinner and once out for a lunch date, but every time he took you home, he kissed you goodbye, kissed the top of your hand and would tell you he’d call you tomorrow— which he always did. 

After the 3rd dinner date you were going to invite him in, but the moment disappeared when an emergency work call of his interrupted the doorstop make out session on your front step— you two were enthusiastic attendees to. 

He reluctantly had to wish you goodnight and promised he’d make it up to you. 

Since then the sexual tension between the two of you has been at an all time high. 

When he picked you up today, it was the first time you'd seen each other since. He wasted no time after helping you into the back of his car before his lips were on yours, whispering how much he missed you, how he’d hasn’t been able to stop thinking about you. 

To both of your disappointment, the car ride from your place to the restaurant was less than a few minutes, again cutting your make out reunion short. 

While eating you made small talk about what you’d done since you last saw each other a few days ago. 

You’d momentarily dazed off for a moment as there was a moment where he ordered a dessert from the waiter and your mind wandered. You kept your gaze on the soy sauce bottle in the middle of the table, your mind being pulled back to the events of earlier today. 

He turned to look at you after ordering, noticing where you were. He wiped the corner of his mouth with his thumb shyly and cleared his throat softly, “You look beautiful if I haven’t told you already. Those earrings bring out your eyes…” he said from across the table, taking you away from your thoughts— his brown eyes sparkling from the warm lighting the dining area brought in.

You immediately snap out of it, looking at him across the table, softly smiling, “Oh, um, thank you, you’re very sweet.” you blush, reaching up to touch one of the earrings, suddenly feeling shy. You purse your lips together and lean forward to give him more of your attention. 

He slowly reached his hand over the table for you to take, “So tell me, what’s the story with Ming’s? I wanna know the history…” he smiled warmly, speaking softly.

You looked down at his hand and took it. His hand acts as an anchor for you and the anxieties of today. He immediately started softly running his thumb over your knuckles in an attempt to soothe you, to keep you with him. He leaned himself in closer to give you his fullest attention. 

You kept your gaze on your hand in his, “My grandmother's apartment was about 2 blocks from here growing up. She was friends with the owner. They both had husband’s that worked at the docks back in the day.” you smiled remembering the memories held within these four walls, then you looked up at him, “This place brings a sense of stillness to my chaos. Brings me back to her in a way.”

He nodded, then brought your hand to his lips and gently kissed it, keeping his big brown eyes of maple syrup on you, “I have a place like that, I’ll take you there next time…” he tilted his head as he gazed at you.

You couldn’t help but smile a little brighter, “What’s your ‘Ming’s’ then? Give me a sneak peak…”

He let out a small light chuckle and set your hands down, keeping yours in his, going back to running his thumb along your knuckles, “Esmeralda’s…” he bit the inside of his cheek, “My abuelito’s good friend owns it, has since the 60’s.” he looked down at your hands, “When my tia used to watch me and my siblings, she’d take us there with my grandparents, it was our little thing.” he chuckled reminiscing, “All of the New York fine dining I’ve had over the years… nothing can compete with her tamales…” he tsked and looked up at you as you let out a small chuckle.

“Tamales from Esmeralda’s… Egg Rolls from Ming’s…” you softly hummed, “Anywhere else that brings you that level of comfort?” you asked, looking down at your hand in his.

“Anywhere in the world when I’m with you…” he confessed, not missing a beat. 

You looked up and blushed but let out a small snorted chuckle, “That was horribly cheesy… even for you.” you teased.

His smile lit up the whole room, and he slowly shook his head, “No no, you’re right, that was horribly cheesy— but completely and utterly true.” he stopped and bit his bottom lip for a moment, “Why don’t we get the dessert to go? We can go back to my place— rent a movie or something…” he raised his eyebrows, hopeful, his thumb continuing to rub softly still against your knuckles.

You were a sucker for those damned brown eyes, the ones that looked like a puppy dog whenever he’d look at you in any shape or fashion like this. 

You tsked, smiling, and looked at the waiter passing by and raised your hand, “Excuse me? Could we get the dessert we ordered, to go please?”

He nodded and smiled, telling you he’d have it ready for you in just a moment.

You looked back at Harry, his eyes hadn’t left you. He was puckering his lips a little like he was thinking, he had a small smirk on his upper lip.

You chuckled knowing what he might be thinking and bit your bottom lip, attempting to play hard to get, “Just a heads up, I can only come over for a little while, I’ve got an early morning meeting.” you tucked your hair behind your ear and stood as the waiter brought the dessert in a to-go bag.

He stood and came around to help you put on your jacket, leaning in and kissing your temple and then cheek. “Of course…” he said, putting his hand on the small of your back as he came to stand beside you and offer his arm. You took it and held onto it while you two walked out. 

“Just a little while…” he said as opened the door for you with a wink, and that smirk grew a little bigger.

He had his driver pick the two of you up within moments of you leaving the restaurant. 

As soon as the car door shut and the privacy screen was up after he told the driver to go to his house, you turned to him and had your bottom lip between your teeth, trying not to smile but your eyes said otherwise.

He chuckled lowly and cupped your cheek before leaning in slowly and nudging your nose with his, “Just for a little while, don’t worry— I’ll make it worth your while…” he whispered before his lips fell onto yours, kissing you deeply and passionately.

The air damn near was struck out of you by how he kissed you. You hummed as his lips glided against yours, smiling ever so slightly at the understanding of what was about to happen.

His hand slid slowly down your body onto your waist and pulled you closer. He was greedy in the fact that he always wanted closer than you already were, especially in situations like these when each other's lips and tongues were cascading over each other.

Your hands were everywhere, slowly going up and down his chest to pull him closer with this torso, pulling the collar of his sweater towards you, at one point your hand fell to his belt and gave a gentle tug— being bold for once. 

He groaned, panting softly as he pulled his lips away from yours momentarily, "Stay... stay the night..." he pulled you in by your chin, kissing you a few more times before pulling away again, foreheads against each other, out of breath, "I'll buy you clothes, have them delivered tonight..." he cupped your cheek and before his lips fell onto yours he asked once more, "Stay..." he pleaded. 

You two hadn't slept together yet and part of it was you were trying to avoid it deep down. To avoid getting too involved so quickly, knowing he could do so much better than you. 

A part of you was flattered and happy he had given you this much time, but then the other part screamed it was only temporary, you were only meant to be temporary. You knew it wouldn't be forever. Someone like him couldn't make someone like you his forever, right?

However, in the time you had known him, he had been very clear about his intentions and feelings towards you. He wanted it all with you. He was sure of it. He was stubborn about it. He never faltered, never doubted— in fact, he solidified it all by words of devotion and acts of sincerity.

He was something of a rarity. He was a fantasy. The unicorn. The diamond in the rough. He was the perfect fit for most of your clients, however, he wanted you and only you. 

Whether you wanted to believe it or not, he checked off every single box that you buried deep down and even provided more. You hated to admit it to yourself but he was everything you had ever dreamed of for a partner. He brought light to your life, warmth to your days. 

He was what you needed.

He was what you wanted.

You nodded slightly, not realizing you didn’t verbally agree to stay and continued to kiss him. 

After a moment the car came to a stop and the locks all shot up, signaling you had arrived where you needed to be.

He pulled back slowly, hand on your cheek every so softly, "Will you? Stay?" he looked at you with those big brown eyes and you couldn't help but smile and blush. 

"I'll stay..." you nudged your nose with his, softly.

He softly stroked your cheek with his thumb then lightly pecked your lips before reluctantly moving away to open the car door and offer his hand to help you out of the car.

You thanked the driver and scooted out, reaching out and taking his hand while you got out of the vehicle, turning your head ever so slightly to smile at him.

He wrapped your hand around his bicep and closed the door, walking up with you to the front of his building.

His doorman opened the door and welcomed you inside, "Mr. Castillo..." then nodded to you and smiled, "Miss..." greeting you as well.

He smiled warmly and gently touched the man's arm in the most genuine and friendliest way, like the two had known each other for years, "Good evening, Henry, how’s Ruth doing?"

“Feeling much better, she came home from the hospital today, my daughter is taking care of her. Thank you for asking sir…” he smiled. 

Harry smiled and nodded, “You’ll let me know if you guys need anything, yes?” 

Henry nodded and smiled, “Of course sir. Have a lovely night.” 

Once inside, an elevator opened up and the both of you stepped inside, he pushed the top floor.

The tension was palpable, you could shatter it with one small breath. You watched as each floor passed by, trying to calm yourself down, taking small but deep breaths. Mentally telling yourself  level out-- but as soon as the top floor 'ding' hit and those doors opened to his penthouse, you were both on each other.

His hands had a firm but gentle hold on your waist as he backed you up against the wall of his living room, lips crashing over yours in a heated but passionate fit of kisses.

Your hands were on his cheeks then in his hair. They eventually laid on his chest as you pressed yourself against him. 

He moved his head down and kissed your jaw and then neck, sucking a soft mark into your skin.

You moaned his name, gasping softly as his hands moved up your body to pull you off the wall by wrapping his arms around your waist and up your back, continuing to kiss and softly mark your skin.

He went to move down the hall a few steps, moving off your neck and leaning back in for your lips. 

You momentarily opened your eyes to look at him and smiled at you before his lips fell onto yours. Your eyes registered your surroundings and you pulled back to pull your gaze to the nearby surroundings. You chuckled, "Holy... sh-..." your jaw slacked a little, "This is where you live?" you looked around.

He let you do this for a few moments, your eyes looking around you, smiling, looking somewhat baffled before pulling you back to him, making you giggle as he pulled you close, putting one of his arms around your waist.

He whispered hoarsely, "I'll give you a tour later... but I think we've got more pressing matters to get to, yes?" he teased his lips against yours, hand cupping to your cheek.

You nodded and breathlessly whispered back, "Yes..." your eyes fluttered back shut, and leaned to kiss him.

He grinned and leaned in as well, "Good... now where were we?" he then reconnected his lips with yours in a slow deep kiss.

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[frudoo]

hiii sorry ik u write slasher!141 so maybe this could be some random version of that but what if reader is craving physical touch and simon is *refusing* to give it to her and being super mean so she goes to johnny crying and he satisfies her needs and comforts her ?🎀

only if you feel comfortable writing !! 💗🎀

Once again I am SO SORRY it’s taken me so long to get to your ask!!!

This kinda turned into more of a Simon-heavy fic than I thought, I hope that’s okay :(( on this blog, SIMON RILEY GETS A HAPPY ENDING!!!!!!!

Hope this holds y’all over while I’m working on the second part of this 🤞

Warnings: Mentions of murder. Mentions of depression (one use of ‘kys’). Hurt/comfort. Entire series is a dark!fic—MDNI.

Sometimes, Simon gets in a foul mood.

Today, it was a victim that got him all twisted up. Slippery little bitch, always managing to weasel her way out of his usually iron-tight grip and immobilize him just long enough to go into hiding. When he finally took a bludgeon to her knees so that she couldn’t run anymore, she resorted to scratching, and when he ripped off her nails, it turned into harsh words. Typically he’s able to drown their bullshit out, but this harlot was absolutely brutal.

Gotta kill bitches because you can’t get any pussy?

Fucking ugly bastard, you remind me of my uncle’s dead dog.

Why don’t you spare your victims and kill yourself instead?

Needless to say, her death was quick and well-deserved. Still, her words got to him. All the depression he’s tried to fight off for most of his sorry life came back roaring like a forest fire. He came barreling inside the house and upon seeing his bad mood, you attempted to hug him.

He shoved you off.

Simon, your sweet baby boy who always makes sure to give you a lingering kiss each morning, night, and every hour in between; the man who pulls you into the shower every chance he gets just so he can take the time to ask about your day while he carefully washes your hair; the one who brutalizes anyone who dares look at you the wrong way—Simon Riley shoved you off. You fell to the ground and all he did was step over you, storming up the stairs to his room. Kyle was first to get off of the couch and run after him. John pressed a short, apologetic kiss to your forehead then followed the younger man. You heard the lock click and then you were alone.

The tears come before you can fight them off. Not once has Simon ever treated you like this. Even when you beg, the man refuses to do anything remotely kinky in the bedroom if it involves you being brought momentary pain. The sudden change in his behavior is jarring, to say the least. You don’t even bother to pull yourself up, curling into a sad little ball on the ground and sobbing.

“Bon’, did ye see wha’s wrong wit’ Simon? Saw ‘im stompin’ in an’- bleedin’ ‘ell, hen, are ye okey?” Johnny bursts through the door covered in dirt and sweat—he had been in the garden pulling weeds for you and must have seen Simon’s demeanor before he went in the house—immediately falling to his knees when he sees the state you’re in.

“He- I- he’s never-” you ramble through tears, unable to look your beloved Scotsman in the eyes even as he lifts you into his arms.

“Och, it’s alreit, lass, le’s ge’ ye tae bed,” Johnny coos, carrying you up the stairs and into his own bedroom.

Johnny cautiously pulls the covers back and lays you down, making sure you’re comfortable. The contrast of his gentleness and Simon’s indifference makes your chest tighten painfully. It hurts being treated so poorly, especially by someone who swore he would never cause you any harm. It makes you feel icky, wrong.

“Talk tae me, hen,” Johnny insists as he strips off his dirty clothes, stealing a glance at you every so often.

When you shake your head, he frowns, flipping his shirt inside out to rub the grime off of his face. He decides he’s clean enough to get under the covers with you, pulling you close and rubbing random circles all over your skin. Johnny’s always been such a reverent lover. In every graze of his fingertips, every touch that causes a shiver throughout your body, you can feel his devotion.

“Please?” He whispers, pressing a kiss to your nose, then the corner of your mouth.

“Simon pushed me,” you mumble, suddenly feeling embarrassed by this entire ordeal.

“Oh, bonnie girl,” he coos, pulling back to look at you. “Ah ken he can be a reit arse.”

“I just wanted to hug him because he seemed sad, b-but he just… he pushed me down. He’s never done that before,” you sniffle, tears gathering in your waterline for the umpteenth time.

“M’sorry, hen, ye didnae deserve tha’. Simon jus’... well, sometimes he lets ‘is brain ge’ the best o’im. Doesnae ‘appen tae often bu’ when it does, changes ‘im,” Johnny explains, cupping your face in his big hands.

“I just wanna sleep it off,” you sigh sadly.

“Ah promise, when ye wake up, it’ll all be back tae normal,” Johnny carefully tucks your face into the crook of his neck and wraps an arm around your soft waist.

It takes no time for you to fall asleep in his arms, your soft snores making him smile to himself. Your eyebrows furrow and your bottom lip puckers out when he presses dozens of kisses to your face. Johnny cracks his neck and settles his body in, about to join you in your nap, when there’s a soft knock at his door. He lifts his head slightly, one eye open to look at whoever just walked in.

“Is she asleep?” Simon asks gruffly, looking undone.

“Aye,” Johnny responds quietly.

“Can- can I come in and ‘old her?”

Johnny’s heart breaks all over again at the tone in his lover’s voice. He waves Simon over, shuffling further in the bed to make room. He adjusts you on his chest as the blond settles in next to him so he could be by the both of you. One huge, scarred hand rests on the small of your back right below the Scot’s.

“Ye feelin’ better?” Johnny questions in a murmur, his free hand wrapping around the back of Simon’s head to play with the hairs at the nape of his neck.

Simon nods but doesn’t elaborate any further. His gaze is focused on your peaceful face and his chest tightens at the knowledge that he hurt you. Johnny doesn’t allow him to spiral, pulling him down into a slow, tender kiss.

“She’s alreit, ye ken,” he whispers against the older man’s lips. “Kno’s ye didnae mean it.”

“I feel awful,” Simon frowns, nuzzling his crooked nose against Johnny’s jaw. “Too good f’me, all o’ya.”

“Si?” Your small, croaky voice startles both men.

“Here, sweet girl,” he responds instantly.

You yawn as he cups one cheek in his palm, leaning into his touch without hesitation.

“Missed you,” you mutter, opening your eyes just long enough to look at him with a lazy smile.

His heart skips a beat, and tears flood his eyes. He leans forward to press his lips to your temple, resting his head on the opposite side of Johnny’s chest to face you. The younger man grins as he gently massages both you and Simon’s shoulders, happy that both of his loves are finally at peace.

“Missed ya, too,” Simon sniffles, intertwining your fingers with his.

[lukolathoughts]

What did I say...

This will just be a short one guys and not as in-depth as usual. Last night in my blog 'A pound of flesh' I discussed the Blood moon that Jake Dunn stood in front of on Saturday 15th March 2025.

"What stood out to me initially was the bright full moon being revealed behind a rolling cloud. The moon is bright and clearly visible. The Moon card in tarot often comes up in relation to Nicola and Luke and the adjacents. “The Moon is fundamentally a card about misunderstanding. Something remains unclear, making it hard to discern fantasy from reality.” To me the card signifies illusion, and I find it fascinating that Jake is pictured standing in front of such a visible full moon. The full moon last weekend was also a blood moon. There are two other Blood Moons following on September 7th 2025 and March 3, 2026. A total lunar eclipse is often called a Blood Moon as the Full Moon turns a reddish colour during totality. “These three Blood Moon Eclipses will tell a story, a story that usually involves some sort of shedding and release. Blood Moons tend to strip away all that is unnecessary, forcing us to peel back the layers to a greater truth.” (Forever Conscious.com). How interesting that Jake is stood in front of a blood moon on Saturday 15th March. So, could it be Jake’s full eventual truth will be revealed by 3rd March 2026?

Imagine my shock this morning when I log on to X and see that Jake has been cast in a BBC3 Drama written by none other than my own cousin! I almost fell off my chair. What it feels like for a girl. This is obviously a queer based drama according to the description.

"The party can't last forever though, and when Byron (main character) is seduced by bad-boy Liam, a shocking encounter occurs that will change life forever. Calam Lynch is Max, Jake Dunn is Liam and Dickie Beau is Peter.

Jake is also going to be playing a homosexual role. He has played gay men in other roles such as Oscar in Big Boys, the music video he was featured in for You and me at Six where he played Ollie, as well as other projects.

I just cannot believe that I wrote a blog post about a Blood Moon and Jake's 'truth' being revealed and then his casting announcement drops the very next day where he plays you guessed it - a gay man - the same week of the Blood Moon. I think I may be onto something. The next Blood Moon is in September and I will be watching Jake Dunn very bloody closely.

Not only that but Dylan Brady and Douglas Greenwood rush to share their love for Jake almost instantly to Instagram. Doug includes pink hearts. Remember what I said about it being unclear who Jake's actual partner is? Nicola comes in later with her own generic post.

My mind is blown and what is still aggravating is the Jakeholes are still not listening. I am thinking this series might be a bit of a shock for some of them with it's content, so I would buckle up if I was you Jakola's. BBC3 has a lot more freedom usually in what they can show now, especially after the watershed at 9pm. It might be acting, but Jake seems to do well in these kind of roles where he can be himself and play to his strengths.

This new series is reminding me of Russell T Davies It's a Sin which was set in London in the 1980's and it deals with the Aids Pandemic. If you haven't seen it, it is absolutely wonderful and heart breaking, but extremely sexually graphic. There is even a Welsh character called Colin that you will break you heart into a million pieces over. Olly Alexander, an openly gay man in real life, plays Ritchie who eventually ends up with AIDS. This new drama What it feels like for a girl is set in the 1990's and also seems to tell the tale of wild nights out and experimentation of the era. My point here is that casting directors often cast queer representation for these types of series and roles to make the series as a authentic and representative as possible. For example, in 2024 Richard Gadd played himself in Baby Reindeer. Gadd is bisexual and he included in the series his real life storyline of a relationship with a trans woman. These are just a few examples and I am not going to harp on anymore because I have discussed Jake's sexuality now extensively. But how much more evidence do we need? Does Jake need a bloody bull horn?

Otherwise, well done Jakey boy! Lets hope you landed this job on your own merits as an actor! I am not going to even bother talking about the pap video of Luke and Anchovy. It was highly disrespectful to him and my heart hurts for him and Nicola today. She did not look herself in red carpet photographs from last night. My speculation on all this nonsense is for a later blog post when I have more information.

[everlastingserenitys]

SWEET MESS

summ. you accidentally downed some aphrodisiacs that Luke and Kieran bought, now sylus had to deal with you for the night.

pairing sylus x f!reader cw. masturbation, handjob, gentle sylus, aphrodisiacs, mutual masturbation, fingering a/n. officially reposted all my works from the ongoing series.. more coming soon. <33

cross-posted from ao3 ;3

“Sylus? Oh.”

You stop in your tracks, as you meant to walk into the kitchen to ask Sylus for some food, instead of Sylus being there, Luke and Kieran were sitting at the counter talking with each other as they drank some drinks.

“Hey, where's Sylus?” you ask, as you make your way to the fridge.

“Uh, boss? Not sure.” Luke mutters, his fingers resting on his chin as he tries to figure out when he last saw Sylus. But you just shook your head and flung open the fridge door.

“Hm…” your eyes scan the fridge, trying to find something appetizing. You were craving for something sweet, maybe just maybe––Oh!

Perfect.

You grab the box of chocolates sitting on the bottom shelf of the fridge and open up the box without reading anything. The chocolates were tiny balls and it didn't seem bad to grab more than one…

So you grab a handful and throw them in your mouth.

But, shit. These chocolates were too good.

Handful after handful, you end up almost devouring the whole box. But before you could get one more round of chocolates the sound of Luke’s voice snapped you out of daze. The box falls from your hand and falls to the ground.

“Are you crazy?!” Luke warned, flipping you over, his eyes stare down at your chocolate stuffed mouth. You raise an eyebrow and swallow the last pieces of chocolate remaining in your mouth.

“What's wrong?” you ask, slightly concerned.

Luke glanced at Kieran and stepped away, “those chocolates…They were not something you’re supposed to eat large amounts of.”

“Huh?”

“Listen, boss asked us to buy these for you… for later i guess, but you weren't supposed to eat them now! So I think you should go to your room and we will send boss to you soon, okay?”

You look at him with a confused look and either way, still listen and head to your room.

It's not like you were hungry anymore.

-

Well, fuck.

You might as well be a little more hungry than before.

Twenty minutes had already passed and you were rocking back and forth on your bed, your body was heating up and you felt a weird tingling sensation all over you. But your fingers couldn’t control themselves anymore.

A shaky sigh left your lips and you leaned against the bed.

Where the fuck was Sylus at?

A desperate whine left your lips and you slipped a finger under your shorts. Your cold fingertips brush against your twitchy clit and you rub small circles against it.

Since when did it feel this good?

Going slowly wasn’t doing it for you anymore. You slide two fingers in your soaking cunt and you rapidly stroke yourself. You bit on the hem of your shirt as your movements on your fingers quickened, desperately seeking for release.

With the curl of your fingers, a wave of pleasure sparked through your body and a groveling moan escaped your lips when you reached climax. You pull your fingers away and stare at the mess coated on your fingers.

You needed more.

Where. Was. Syl–

Two knocks were heard from your bedroom door and you hopped off your bed, rushing towards the door to open it.

You opened the door in a swift movement and almost fainted at the sight of Sylus in front of you. Sylus looked down at you, his gaze filled with a little concern and curiosity.

He eyes down your messy outfit and walks himself in your bedroom, shutting the door behind him. When the door closed shut you look up at Sylus with teary eyes and step closer towards him.

Sylus wraps his arms around you and pulls you towards him.

“Luke told me what happened, why didn't you just read the box before eating the chocolate?” Sylus lectured. But you were too much in a horny daze to even answer that question, all you needed was him.

“I dont…please…do something?” you whine, rocking yourself against him. Sylus sighed and pulled you away from him. His large arms wrap around you and he effortlessly carries you to your bed, carefully placing you on it.

“If you were hungry you could have just called me?” Sylus coos, his fingers trailing down your thighs as he continued to look down at you with his glowy ruby eyes.

“I did! You w-werent in the kitchen..ngh”

“You have a phone for a reason sweetie, I would've picked it up if you called.” Sylus said, calmly, way too calmly. His fingers reach your twitchy soaking pussy and he slid one of his fingers in. You let out a whine and thrust yourself in his fingers.

“M-more..”

A chuckle left Sylus’ lips and he slipped another finger in you. You rock yourself against him and lift yourself so that you are sitting up, facing him. Your fingers grab onto his arms as you pull yourself closer to him.

Your fingers slide down his muscular arms and you press against his boner, slowly rubbing on it in an indescribable pattern. Sylus’ breath hitched and he pressed himself closer to you, quickening his movements in your cunt.

“Please, Sy.” you moan, sliding your finger under his shorts.

“Whatever makes you feel better.” he groaned, bucking his hips up and letting you slip his pants off. His leaking boxers were on display for you and you pulled his boxers down, letting his searing cock spring out.

Your warm fingers wrap around his cock, and you stroke slow, deliberate movements on it.

Both yours and Sylus’ moans grew louder in the room, and the sounds of both you touching each other was turning you on even more. You wrap another hand around his cock and quicken the pace on him.

“Sweetie, calm down. We have…ngh...all night.” he moaned. But when you weren't listening to him and went even faster on his cock, Sylus curled his fingers inside you and warned you again.

“Please.. 'm gonna cum!” you wailed, thrusting yourself in him one more time, and the last final thrust both you and Sylus came in sync.

“Feel better?”

No, you weren’t feeling better, in fact, that made you even more horny and…

“More, please.”

part 6 of untamed desires | sylus -> next work

[ayukaze]

Digimon Anime's website has published details about DIGIMON ADVENTURE BEYOND in Japanese.

Apart from an official summary and cast and staff details, they have also shared the idea behind how this PV came to be.

Here is my translation of everything posted on the website. As we don't have an official translation yet, I request you to source back to this post when making references so that anyone can take up their issues/doubts about the translation with me directly and not spread misinformation in the fandom!

Summary: With time having passed since that fateful summer adventure, the appearance of (chosen) children with partner Digimon is steadily on the increase. However, because of their special characteristics, these children are now being persecuted and targeted for military use, casting a negative shadow over them. When Taichi and Yamato are engaged in a rescue mission for one such child, a mysterious Digimon ambushes them…

The Digimon Adventure 25th Anniversary PV ‘Digimon Adventure-BEYOND’, which was shown at Digimon Con 2025, is now available worldwide on the Digimon Official Channel!

This short movie is a cut-out PV from the last episode of Digimon Adventure 02, featuring scenes from the 25 years later portion that were never depicted in the version that aired. In the video, characters from ‘Digimon Adventure’ and ‘Digimon Adventure 02’ can be seen all grown up, depicted in new designs which is a must-see for every fan!

In addition, ‘brave heart-DIGIMON Animation 25th Arrange ver!', the track used in the PV was also played for the first time. The track 'brave heart' from Digimon Adventure enhanced the evolution sequences in the anime with its melody, and was now rearranged specially for this PV.

The PV is directed by Hiroyuki Kakudo, series director for Digimon Adventure and Digimon Adventure 02. Director Kakudo worked on the planning, storyboards and direction of this PV keeping in mind the story of Digimon Adventure and Digimon Adventure 02. Character designer for this work is Rie Nishimura, who was the chief animation director for DIGIMON ADVENTURE 02 THE BEGINNING.

We have prepared this project as an appreciation for all the ‘children’ who have stayed with us through our adventures. We hope you watch Digimon Adventure-BEYOND while reminiscing about those adventure filled memories of summer. We are also planning to release the backstory of Digimon Adventure 25th Anniversary PV ‘Digimon Adventure-BEYOND’!

Please look forward to it!

Digimon Adventure-BEYOND Film Info

Staff

Director: Hiroyuki Kakudo ( ‘Digimon Adventure’, ‘Digimon Adventure 02’ series director)

Character Design: Rie Nishimura (Chief Animation Director, Digimon Adventure 02 THE BEGINNING)

Animation Production: Yumeta Company (Digimon Adventure LAST EVOLUTION Kizuna, Digimon Adventure 02 THE BEGINNING), etc.

Production: Toei Animation

Cast

Taichi Yagami - Natsuku Hanae Yamato Ishida - Yoshimasa Hosoya Iori Hida - Yoshitaka Yamaya Agumon- Chika Sakamoto Gabumon- Mayumi Yamaguchi Armadimon- Megumi Urawa Takeru Takaishi- Hiroaki Hirata Patamon- Matsumoto Miwa

Takeru's original Digimon Adventure 02 VA, Yamamoto Taisuke lent his voice for the dialogues during the flashback as well but he remains uncredited most likely due to his retirement from the field. Instead they have credited Hiroaki Hirata (Narrator, Hiroaki Ishida in Digimon Adventure) for his narration as adult Takeru.

[sungbeam]

when did you know?

nonidol!lee sangyeon x f!reader

1.8k words, sangyeon and his friends are asked a very important question in wake of your wedding, fluff, est relationship au, transcript-style writing?, mild swearing, mentions of food

a/n: wrote this on the plane ride home :')

[The camera shifts and focuses on the figures in its viewfinder. They're a pair of handsome, young men—one of several to come in this series. A soft cough is heard from behind the camera, drawing their attention toward the sound.]

[JACOB and KEVIN flash the interviewer twin smiles.]

INTERVIEWER: Hi, thanks for being here today.

JACOB: Oh, it's our pleasure!

INTERVIEWER: As you may know, this will be a part of a short documentary-style film for the bride and groom. This session should be brief depending on what your answer to the question is.

[KEVIN's eyebrows arch slightly.] KEVIN: Oh, a question? Only one?

INTERVIEWER: Yes, just one. You and the groom are all good friends, right?

[JACOB and KEVIN nod, exchanging glances.]

KEVIN: Definitely. We're all in this big circle of friends. We kind of accumulated numbers throughout college, so to speak. Is that the question? [He chuckles.]

INTERVIEWER: No, no. My question has to do with the couple themselves. When did you know they were the ones for each other?

[ERIC claps his hands with a boyish grin, palms warming against one another as a response cooks in his head. Beside him, SUNWOO glances over with a silent look of contemplation.]

ERIC: I remember exactly when.

[The words “As expected from our resident The Notebook enthusiast” flash across the screen briefly.]

ERIC: It was when Sangyeon hyung first introduced us to her. It was at a bonfire party at the beach, and I remember how excited he was. His eyes were just… brighter than the flipping fire whenever he talked about her, talked to her, looked at her. Man… [He shakes his head with almost a wistful smile.] Anyways, the first thing he does when they get there is introduce her to every single one of his friends.

[SUNWOO starts to nod.] SUNWOO: You know, I do remember that. Hyung brought her over to me and I had half a hot dog in my mouth. He started talking about how she liked Kimi ni Todoke, and I got excited, but I couldn't fucking talk 'cause—

ERIC: Basically, hyung wanted her to build connections with all of us. He made the effort to take that first step, and she continued walking that road. They're perfect for each other.

SUNWOO: You interrupted me.

[ERIC only smiles, but it's clearly with a strain of pettiness at the corners.] ERIC: Well, you ate my ramen. And no one wants to hear about how you had a hot dog in your mouth.

[SUNWOO sticks his tongue out at his counterpart.] SUNWOO: Yn would…

YOUNGHOON: Well, this should be fun. [His face lights up with a smile, impish or innocent, no one can tell. He is just that good.]

[HAKNYEON purses his lips.] HAKNYEON: I feel like it wasn't really a moment for me, but a gradual realization, y'know.

[YOUNGHOON nods.] YOUNGHOON: I think you're right. It's like what they say about love: it sneaks up on you; but for us, it was the epiphany that our friend had found his perfect match.

[The friends share a smile with each other. Their answer is surprisingly wholesome.]

HAKNYEON: But if you want a specific moment—

YOUNGHOON: What about that one game night? They were being so sickly domestic, and I can't remember who said it…

HAKNYEON: Ah! It was Changmin. He was doing that fake gagging thing, and Yn and Sangyeon just did not give a shit. [A bright laugh falls from his mouth.] I bet they were already talking about rings then.

YOUNGHOON: That would make a lot of sense. 'Just get married already.’ And I don't think anyone expected them to look at each other like that.

INTERVIEWER: Like what?

HAKNYEON: Like... the only thing stopping them from going through with it right then and there was that there was no minister to ordain them.

CHANHEE: Yah, Ji Changmin, take this seriously!

[CHANGMIN lets out a high-pitched laugh, landing a playful slap on his friend's shoulder.] CHANGMIN: I will, I will—I swear!

[A sigh.] CHANHEE: As for your question, that specific moment probably came when Yn-ie confided in us about being scared. D'you remember that?

[His companion suddenly nods with an incredible amount of sobriety compared to just a few seconds ago.] CHANGMIN: Mmh. Yeah, that actually was… pretty revelatory.

INTERVIEWER: Scared? How would that correlate to your confidence in their partnership?

CHANHEE: Well, that night she told us how scared she was about it all going wrong. This is the longest relationship she's been in—I hope that's fine to say, Yn-ie—but her feelings were so overwhelming that she just…

CHANGMIN: There were a lot of things going wrong at that point in her life, but one of the few things she stressed about most was making sure that she and Sangyeon hyung were okay. She didn't need to say that he was her person; it's just something that you knew.

[Another surprisingly wholesome answer.]

[CHANHEE nods his agreement.] CHANHEE: Well said. I think when you're scared to lose a person in the way that she was, that's when you know.

CHANGMIN: Still don't know why she wouldn't let Chucky give her a hug though.

CHANHEE: Absolutely no one wants a hug from that cretin.

[And there it is. But it's the thought that counts, right?]

HYUNJAE: Man! Do I have a shit ton of stories—oh, we're allowed to curse, right? There aren't kids watching this at the wedding, are there? [He winces slightly, suddenly thinking of Sangyeon's nephews. Quickly, he mouths a very clear apology to the camera, but he doesn't know that others have already cursed in this video, too, and cared far less.]

[Like a couple of his friends, JUYEON is the one to marinate on the question a little longer. He's not as vocal about his romanticisms, but they do exist. There's a reason he loves Paris like he does.] JUYEON: Once, hyung wasn't feeling great. I forgot which finals week it was, but he'd had such a Hell week already—

HYUNJAE: So we can curse? Wait, is saying Hell a curse? [He waves away the thought.] Whatever. Yeah, I remember that one. I think it was our senior year of uni and he was trying to land a permanent position at his internship, too.

JUYEON: It was brutal out there. He got sick, but refused to rest when any of us tried to get him to.

[A nod.] HYUNJAE: Yn was the one who talked some sense into him. I don't know what she said to him, but I saw that man's defenses crumble right on his face. It was incredible.

JUYEON: Yeah… and I think besides making me realize that they were meant for each other, it made me also realize… if Sangyeon takes care of us, then who takes care of Sangyeon?

JUYEON and HYUNJAE, together: Yn.

INTERVIEWER: They take care of each other.

[JUYEON nods.] JUYEON: Of course. It's like they know exactly what the other person needs at that moment. It's magic. I want that one day.

HYUNJAE: I would call it a hive mind, but—who am I kidding? They're kind of perfect for each other.

[JACOB and KEVIN glance at each other again, and it's as if they've communicated through looks alone.]

KEVIN: We went ring shopping with him. [He grins brightly.]

JACOB: And it was an honor. Even though it was also very stressful. I can't imagine how stressful planning this wedding was, though.

[KEVIN wipes an imaginary bead of sweat from his forehead.] KEVIN: I am so glad I was not the Maid of Honor. I do not envy Soyeon. But yeah, we went ring shopping with him, and when we were at the last shop of the day, he got a call from her, from Yn.

JACOB: Mhm. Very standard ‘I’ll be home by dinner’ call, but at that moment, Sangyeon finds the ring.

INTERVIEWER: The ring?

[They nod.] JACOB and KEVIN, together: The ring.

JACOB: And time just kind of stops for a moment, before he's furiously pointing to it and waving us over—

KEVIN: All while Yn's on the other side of the phone, mind you.

JACOB: When the jeweler pulls the ring out of the case—and he just melts. It was the one he was looking for; we all knew. And he motioned for the ring to be bought and packed up, and then went right back to the call.

KEVIN: You could just tell that he was happy to just hear her voice. She must've said she was tired or something, because he offered to go pickup dinner and meet her at home.

JACOB: I know this isn't like the moment we realized they were meant to be, because obviously we thought that before, as well.

KEVIN: Somebody needed to talk about the ring shopping fiasco.

[They point at each other.] JACOB and KEVIN, together: Agreed.

INTERVIEWER: Do you need more time?

[SANGYEON glances up, rubbing his palms against his thighs. It's somewhat anxious, but there's a simultaneous calmness to his facial expression.] SANGYEON: No, I think I've got it. Though, it might sound cliché to some, but it's true, at least for me.

INTERVIEWER: That's all that matters—that it's true to you.

SANGYEON: You're right. I guess I've always known, somehow, that she was the one. It's really hard to envision where I'd be without her with me. I can't see myself rolling out of an empty bed or having coffee by myself in the mornings. I can't go without her hugs anymore, her smile and laugh. It's funny how much of a person can become so integral to your life that they almost become merged with your own.

INTERVIEWER: Some of the testimonials say you're close to soulmates.

[He chuckles, eyebrows raising.] SANGYEON: Is that what the kids are saying? I'm surprised. Soulmates is a… good way to put it.

INTERVIEWER: Do you not agree?

SANGYEON: No, I do agree. I just—we’re just two people in love. I think she would be in so many brilliant places even without me, but she makes me better. I am a better man with her by my side. If I had to pinpoint an exact moment, though?

[He pauses.] SANGYEON: It was snowing. Maybe the first snow of that year—it probably was. But I was making dinner, and she came barreling in all covered in that fluffy ice, but her eyes were twinkling and she was grinning from ear to ear. She pushes my coat over my body and drags me outside to see it fall… and I fell in love with her all over again. And I think… I think maybe that was when I realized I wanted to experience this—her—for the rest of my life.

INTERVIEWER: What would you say to her now?

[He takes a moment to gather himself, and there's a smile crawling onto his face when he raises his head to look straight into the camera.] SANGYEON: My love, I can't wait to marry you and experience everything, new or old, with you. I love you so much.

[The screen fades to black, marking the end to this section of the video.]

a/n: remember to reblog if you enjoyed!

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[thehereticdiaries]

I Make You (You Make Me): Chapter Five

Summary: Your day goes incredibly wrong after Dispatch posts a new article

Warnings: jungwon is MAD mad, assault, semi-graphic descriptions of violence and injuries, everyone is having a bad time (sorry y/n)

Was this one paced weird?

Series Masterlist

The schedule for today started early in the morning, meaning the boys were gone before the sun had risen. You could’ve gone to this one, but they weren’t about to wake you up at the crack of dawn just to drag you through their busy day. Time felt like it was going so fast but somehow so fucking slow at the same time. They were taking a break with everyone sprawled out on the floor of the studio, scrolling on their phones.

“Oh, fuck,” Jake cursed as he bolted upright, startling the other members. “Jungwon, you need to see this.” The young leader shuffled over to read the article pulled up on Jake’s phone.

“Shit.” 

“What? What happened?” Jay asked while sitting up. Jungwon sighed, the sound coming out closer to a growl.

“Dispatch,” Jake explained. “They have a new article, ‘more idol groups sharing a soulmate?! TXT, Xikers, and Enhypen confirmed’.” 

“Fuck, does it give their names?” Sunoo further questioned, rushing to pull up Twitter to check their tag.

“They posted more than just their names. They put in photos of them and their usernames,” Jake explained as he skimmed through the article.

“Sunghoon, call Beomgyu,” Jungwon ordered as he stood. “Does anyone have any of Xikers’ phone numbers?”

“I do,” Sunoo confirmed.

“Call him. They need to know, if they haven’t seen the article themselves. I’m getting Min–” Jungwon froze, growing paler as horror spread across his face.

“What’s wrong?” Heeseung’s eyebrows furrowed. He didn’t like the way the younger boy just… stopped. Jungwon’s eyes snapped over to the eldest.

“Call Y/N right fucking now. She’s hurt.” He turned and ran to find Minjun, ignoring the panicked shouts from his members.

“God dammit,” Heeseung swore under his breath. His foot tapped impatiently as he waited for you to pick up.

Your morning was incredibly uneventful. You gave up on applying to jobs, there were no new shows to watch, and you opened and closed tiktok at least four times. Simply put, you were bored. Which led you to where you were now: rifling through the kitchen cabinets to find something to bake. You had almost all of the ingredients for peanut butter cookies, you were just missing one thing. 

You hummed, tapping your fingers against your chin. All you needed was a bag of Hershey Kisses. Was it really worth it to order them on doordash when a convenience store was less than five minutes away? Yes, you were supposed to stay in the dorms. But seriously, you’d be there and back in fifteen minutes at most. You nodded to yourself, grabbing your keys and phone before heading out the door. What the boys didn’t know wouldn’t hurt them. Plus there would be cookies!

You walked briskly down the street, going straight to the candy section once you reached the store. You really didn’t mean to buy more than the Kisses, but there was a new flavor of that soda you liked, and you needed more mints for your purse. Oh, and Sunghoon mentioned something about these chips, and– okay. This was definitely longer than fifteen minutes, but in your defense, you were left unsupervised. You thanked the cashier and left with a much fuller bag than anticipated. Whatever, you’d be back at the dorms soon and the boys would still be none the wiser. 

“What the f–!” You stumbled as a set of hands dragged you into an alley. You were shoved against the brick wall, blocked in by a group of three girls. 

“This is her?” The shortest girl scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest. “They are so out of her league.”

“Oh, definitely,” a girl with her hair in a long ponytail agreed. The last girl, one with short hair and glasses, watched in silence.

“What the hell is wrong with you?!” You snapped.

“Us? You think we’re the issue here?” Ponytail retorted while rolling her eyes.

“You just pulled me into an alley! Obviously you’re the fucking issue,” you continued, throwing your hands up before letting them fall against your thighs.

“Shut up!” Short girl yelled. You rolled your eyes.

“Oh, fuck this,” you mumbled and tried to push past the three girls. Ponytail and Glasses stopped you with rough hands to each of your shoulders. 

“Don’t act like you don’t know!” Ponytail accused and harshly poked the center of your chest.

“I’m not acting!” You argued while swatting her hand away. “What the fuck is going on?!”

“Enhypen!” Glasses exploded. A sharp crack echoed down the alley as her palm made contact with your cheek. You stared at her in disbelief, brushing your fingers gingerly over the reddened skin.

“I don’t know how you did it, but I know you fucking lied about being their soulmate,” Ponytail spat. “You tricked them, you bitch!”

“What?!” You screeched. “You’re doing this cus you think I’m their soulmate?!”

“We don’t think, we know,” Glasses sneered. “It’s all over Dispatch.”

“And you really believe those assholes?!”

“Enough! Just do it, Seoah!” Short girl demanded. Your eyes widened and you flattened yourself against the wall as Ponytail invaded your space. Her foot swept into your ankle, knocking you to the ground with a yelp. You doubled over after she kicked your ribs, but that only gave her the opportunity to hit your nose. Tears blurred your vision as blood dripped down your chin.

“Stay away from Enhypen,” one of the girls, you couldn’t tell which one at that point, snarled as she stomped on your ankle. And just as quickly as they appeared, the three girls were gone. You coughed, pushing yourself to sit up against the wall. Your phone buzzed on the pavement where it had fallen out of your pocket. 

“Y/N, are you okay?” Heeseung asked the second the call connected. “Jungwon said you’re hurt, what happened?”

“U-Uh,” you whimpered when you gently poked the bruise forming on your ankle. “I was just walking back from the convenience store—”

“You left the dorms?!”

“It was down the street!” You pressed the sleeve of your hoodie to your nose. “It was only supposed to be fifteen minutes! I don’t know what’s happening, Hee.” 

“Turn on your location, I’m coming to you.” There was some arguing on his end while you did as he asked. “Okay, correction. Me, Jay, and Riki are on our way.”

“Stay on the call,” Jay cut in. 

“Okay.” You took deep, shaky breaths to fight off the wave of panic. They were still talking to you, but none of it registered in your mind. 

“Oh, fuck.” You turned to the mouth of the alley at the sound of Heeseung’s voice. They rushed to your side, dropping to their knees to assess the damage. 

“Her ankle is swollen,” Jay said as his thumb brushed over the bruise. “We need to get her to a doctor.”

“Y/N, baby,” Heeseung coaxed your hand away from your face, inhaling sharply at the blood smeared under your nose and on your chin. Your resolve crumbled, collapsing into his chest while sobs wracked your body. You clung to his shirt and Riki’s hand while the three of them quietly consoled you.

“Hey,” Jay spoke into his phone, keeping one hand on your back. “Yeah, we found her. No. She went to the CU on the corner. Jungwon—” you tuned out the rest of the one-sided conversation. 

“Come on, sweetheart.” Heeseung pulled back, swiping the tears from under your eyes before turning around. “Help her get on my back.” He stood once Riki got you situated, linking his hands under your butt to support your weight. Jay took the lead while Riki walked behind you with a hand on your back. People stared as you passed by, making you drop your forehead to Heeseung’s shoulder so you could hide behind your arms. At the ER, a nurse brought in a wheelchair to bring you to an exam room. She held up a hand when the three boys tried to follow after you.

“I’m sorry, but you’ll have to stay in the waiting room,” she stated firmly. 

“But–”

“It’s policy,” the nurse interrupted Jay when he started to protest. “We can’t have more people than necessary in the exam room.”

“Can one of them come?” You asked, looking up at her with wide, glassy eyes. “Please?”

“Alright,” she sighed. “But just one.”

“I’ll go with her,” Riki said as he grabbed your hand. “You guys need to call Jungwon and the cops.” The older boys reluctantly agreed, watching you and their youngest member disappear down the hall.

You barely had a chance to settle into the patient room before your six other soulmates rushed in, although you were too tired to react much to the outburst. You stayed slumped against Riki’s side while he gently scratched your scalp. You were certain they were talking about you, but you weren’t really listening as you drifted between being awake and sleeping.

“Ms. L/N,” Minjun’s stern voice cut through the others, shaking you from your stupor. “The police are here, can you tell them what happened?” You nodded, and a young female cop stepped forward with a notepad. She dutifully jotted down the details of your report, stopping to ask a few questions here and there. Most of the boys stayed close to the bed, but Jungwon sat in a chair against the wall, glaring at the linoleum floor tiles. He waited until Minjun and the cop left the room, then pulled up Weverse on his phone.

“Are you seriously doing a live right now?” Sunoo asked incredulously, rolling his eyes when the leader responded with a single nod. Even though it was an unannounced stream in the middle of the day, Engenes immediately joined. The comments flooded with worry, especially since Jungwon sat silently rather than making idle chit-chat like he normally would. Soon, several thousand viewers were on the stream.

“Engene,” he finally began, not bothering to hide his anger. “I’m sure you can tell that I’m not in a good mood right now. I’m also sure many of you saw the article on Dispatch.

I am only speaking for Enhypen, not for TXT or Xikers. They will talk to Moa and Roadys when they’re ready. Yes, all seven of us have the same soulmate.”

“Jungwon,” Heeseung warned and was met with an icy glare. He narrowed his eyes at the young leader. “Be careful with what you say.” Jungwon chose to ignore the eldest, turning back to the camera.

“I’m only telling you this now because our soulmate was just assaulted and belittled by three girls who claim to be Engene.” The comments ranged from sympathetic to outraged, but one thing was definite: those girls were not true Engenes. 

“I’m glad to see that so many of you are showing your support. Because,” Jungwon paused to take a deep breath, hastily swiping some stray tears away. “If those girls are watching right now, just know that I felt it. I felt every ounce of fear and pain you inflicted on my soulmate.”

“Take another breath,” Jay instructed while rubbing between Jungwon’s shoulder blades. “We’re right here.”

“Engene is asking what the girls look like,” Jake spoke up to give his leader a chance to compose himself. He had the stream pulled up on his phone and was reading the swiftly-moving chat. “They want to help us find these girls.”

“Y/N, can you describe them?” Jungwon tensed at the spike of fear that came from you. “I’m not going to put you on camera. If you don’t want them to hear you, tell Ni-Ki and he can relay it to Engene.”

“Alright, one of them was pretty short,” Riki announced as you tiredly mumbled to him. “She was definitely less than 160cm. She called another girl Seoah, who was the tallest and had really long hair and a mole under her right eye. The last girl had short hair and glasses. That’s all we have.”

“It’s not a lot to go off of, but if you do find them, tell us,” Jungwon insisted. “Don’t try to fix it yourselves. We have a police report going, so we can pass any information to them.”

“This was sudden, and none of us were ready to announce it yet,” Jay sighed and crouched so he was in frame. “So please don’t overwhelm her. You all respect us and let us have our privacy. Do the same for her.”

“Bye for now, Engene,” Jungwon saluted half-heartedly. “Good luck.”

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[angelshizuka]

The guy who created Tangled: The Series hated Varian? I didn't know that. Did he ever said why?

It's been many years since this drama, but I'll try and sum it up to the best of my memory.

Basically, when TTS went into production and Varian's character was being created, a lot of people on the team, mainly the women, knew he'd be a fan favourite, but Chris Sonnenburg (the creator) dismissed them, because he didn't take the opinions and input of the female artists serious in general.

Then when the series released back in 2017, guess what happened... Varian became a fan fave overnight just as the artists predicted, but CS couldn't handle people liking Varian more than Cass (his fave, who btw is based off a woman he had a crush on in college). But that's only the beginning.

When s1 wrapped up there was a HUGE walk out of female artists, because they got tired of CS' bullshit, and it only got worse from there. CS joined a fan Discord and started bullying Varian fans, including kids, for "enjoying the show wrong", to the point he had to be kicked out of the server. And right before the series finale he Tweeted "You're missing the point of the show" to someone just wanting to know more about Varian before the show officially ended.

There were also a lot of last-minute changes made to Cass' s3 arc to make it resemble Varian's arc more (without understanding why Varian's arc worked), because CS was that desperate for the love we have for Varian to transfer to Cass instead.

Like, CS somehow found a way to make his hatred for a male character still be rooted in misogyny... Either way, long story short, I hate this man and 99% of my problems with this show all come down to him.

[loveissupernatural]

Hicctooth Rant 🩷

I started watching the How to Train Your Dragon movies again and have even gotten into the series this time around (childhood nostalgia 🩷) and dammit if Toothless and Hiccup’s beautiful relationship doesn’t make me cry like a baby!

I was also reminded of how heartbreaking the ending of THW was and started digging into post-epilogue information. Because my fragile little heart couldn’t take the idea that Hiccup and Toothless didn’t visit post-epilogue.

Besides the fact that all previous HTTYD movies, shorts, and series established how deep and unbreakable their bond was, so it wouldn’t be logical for them to have this emotional reunion and that be “the end” - I mean, why would they introduce their families to one another just to go “Yeah, I know that was amazing - sorry, peace out” - but from a logical standpoint, Toothless’s tail prosthetic is going to need maintenance. They don’t make prosthetics today that last a *human* lifetime, so it wouldn’t make sense to assume that Toothless’s would last potentially hundreds of years with Viking technology. Sure, it’s fireproof now, but there’s still gears, mechanical elements, etc. that will be exposed to all kinds of environments and wear and tear. Hiccup is constantly remaking and improving Toothless’s tail fins throughout the series and movies.

Hiccup even mentions in the epilogue “How’s the tail holding up? Need any oil, some fine-tuning?” If that thing breaks, Toothless, as alpha and protector of not only his family, but the Hidden World, is screwed. A downed dragon is a dead dragon.

I love that with the release of the holiday special “HTTYD: Homecoming”, we see that even a decade after they parted ways, they still miss each other. Toothless drawing Hiccup in the sand, then Berk, then himself, and drawing a line from himself to Hiccup - it was beautiful. And so in-character for their relationship 🩷 And Hiccup building a mechanical Toothless costume that breathes fire and is so hard to function in that he falls off a cliff and Toothless saves him? Oh my heart ATE IT UP!

Toothless never saw bearded Hiccup, but he could hear and smell him, and was licking and cuddling that suit 🥺 Oh the “almost” of it all killed me, but it had to make sense with the epilogue. Toothless seeing Hiccup’s daughter and going goo-goo over her immediately melted my heart. His eyes were shining!

I’m glad that Hiccup saw Toothless and family flying away, and called out, so he knew they were indeed there. Then Astrid saying “maybe it’s our turn to visit them”. Oh I just love all of the implications!

Then “Snoggletog Log” - Toothless and his whole family in Hiccup and Astrid’s house for the holidays? SIGN ME TF UP! I’d like to think this was the Snoggletog after the epilogue. I think there’s evidence for this too, if you look at the size of Toothless’s babies. When Hiccup goes to carry off a sleeping baby, from head to tail, it looks longer than they did in “Homecoming”.

Then comes the newest piece of media - “Dragons: The Nine Realms”. I haven’t watched it because the animation looks horrifically baby-ish, but I did try to see what was mentioned about Hiccup/Toothless/etc. They found a cave painting in the Hidden World of Toothless with Hiccup and his family (inside the cave where the Night Lights, Toothless’s descendants, stay) and they also found Hiccup’s artificial leg, a working desk, books, etc. So at some point, our boys came back together and explored the Hidden World (can we get content on this please??)

There’s even a story in the book that Hiccup wrote about he and Toothless (and likely the other dragon riders, because that cage was huge) working together to build a cage and trap this enormous apex predator Snake-like creature - which was eating dragons whole. Apparently it’s the whole reason dragons are afraid of eels. The lock mechanism could only be unlocked by a fury with retractable teeth. Hiccup even used his mom’s staff to lure it into the cage. I loved this detail. Then the book illustration shows us a close-up of a bearded Hiccup and Toothless touching noses, and then their silhouettes watching the cage from far away. Also, all of Hiccup’s artifacts having a Night Fury on them? My heart!

There are mixed opinions on what’s “canon” and what’s not - in my opinion, if DreamWorks released it and said it’s in the HTTYD universe, then it’s canon (they own the ip). “Homecoming” and the HTTYD 3 epilogue strongly hinted at Hiccup and Toothless returning to each others’ lives in some capacity, even if it’s only occasional visits. It lines up much more with their relationship than the alternative (I’m looking at you, Dean - I fully believe he just wanted everyone to be as sad as humanly possible even though the character behaviors he’d established thus far didn’t align with the ending he was determined to have).

A lot of people feel that way, and it cracks me up that DreamWorks appears to agree. Everything they’ve released after HTTYD 3 is encouraging the idea of a post-epilogue relationship between the families. Then 9 Realms releases and we get official confirmation that Toothless and Hiccup kept having adventures, and being in each others’ lives, and it just made my little heart glow. Because THAT aligns with the “we are stronger together, our love can endure anything” message that all HTTYD content was about (until the end of THW🙄).

I’m so glad they came back together. It just makes sense for the characters and the strong relationship they built between them. I’d really love a movie or series explaining why Hiccup had to go down to the Hidden World again - did Toothless come ask for his help? How soon was this after the epilogue? How long did they stay down there, who was with them, and what all did they have to do? Did Hiccup and Toothless stay together until the end? I have a headcanon of them exploring Valhalla together 😭

[nalyra-dreaming]

Hi and thanks so much for answering my last ask, don't mean to spam! but i have some follow up questions based on your answer, so is the audience generally meant to operate like the majority of season 1 and 2 was false?

What i mean is if none of the most "incriminating" for a lack of a better word scenes never get revisited, drop scene, train scene, murder scene tower scene, trial, even antoinette with the finger thing, which I think unlikely surely we will receive some additional information for maybe a couple of these, but if we don't, the audience should still not take the events of season 1 and 2 at full face value? Doesn't that sort of invalidate the story itself? If it can all be questioned and disputed the impact for the watcher who was invested time and feelings for two seasons sort of becomes less? If that makes sense ?

And it would sort of be a cop out, for me personally I think either the series has taken a huge gamble taking 6 years to show the audience the complete story and it must land to pay off or it may remain with answers left unanswered and plot holes up to questioning in perpetuity and up to everyone's interpretation for better (or if you go on Twitter 😬) for worse?

Sorry for talking your ear off about this, promise I won't bother you anymore with this, thanks for reading 😊 😀!

Oh, bother away :)

The thing is... this is how the books are as well.

And so I do NOT see this as a "cop out", I do NOT see it as something out of the... let's say ordinary.

The Vampire Chronicles are a series of books written by vampires. Most of them by Lestat, some by Louis, Armand, Marius, and others.

They are their stories.

These stories are written for an effect, for a reason. Louis' told his to Daniel after Claudia's death, still angry and yet still numb, mourning. Lestat wrote his in an answer to Louis'. Queen of the Damned is a collection of stories of various characters but written down by Lestat. And so on.

This format includes in and by itself and per default a point of view. And an intention.

Of course these characters hide some of the truth within the narrative. Of course Armand tries to soften the blow of what he did with Claudia in his own recount of the tale. For example. Of course of course of course :)

The show does the same, in its own way.

They have Louis tell the story to Daniel, and he does it again, for a reason. Daniel has been called Louis' lifeline for the second interview, meaning Louis tried to break himself free with it. Because Louis knew deep down that some things were not true. But Louis also presents Lestat as a monster because he's angry.

I said it before, I expect the end of 1x05 to be revisited, quite often, actually, and expanded with more context. Not "just" the drop, but the dragging and spoken parts as well - and the aftermath. None of that fits with what we saw in the revisit after all, and Sam's words and the "possessed" comment in 1x06 rang all the bells in my head wrt Amel.

The train scene cannot have happened as shown, they don't need to revisit that, they gave us all the clues already.

The hotel scene and Antoinette's finger cannot have happened as shown either, there, too, the clues are all there.

Murder night... well, we have the not-fitting diary already as a clue - the only other person who can give account of that - and, more importantly maybe, DOES so in his own book - will have his say in season 3. There I do expect a revisit, yes. Maybe only a short one. But I BET Lestat has a thing to say about that.

The trial will be revisited in some kind of way as well - Sam already mentioned that he has the "original" of that scene/script, and there was an extra back then, who mentioned they filmed more than made it into the season. There, too, I expect Lestat, the only other participant still living after all, to have a word to say about it. Again, which he also does in his book.

IWTV seasons one and two... are a tale. An influenced tale.

The discrepancies are riddled through it everywhere - all the dates are off(!), the stab wounds in Lestat's back in 1x01 disappear, Lestat cannot have talked to Louis' mind directly in 1x02, and I seriously doubt that he would have let his brand new fledgling run out into the sun. Seriously doubt it.

And so on.

They put clues in - like the hair styles, imho.

So no, you can not, in fact, take the story at face value.

But... forgive me, but that is the nature of a tale, isn't it?! Louis urges Daniel in 1x01: "Let the tale seduce you." He spins a tale, with what he knows and wants to tell. Louis does not lie per intention, not really, though he, too, lies ((Jacob literally says “not everything Louis says is a lie“ in this video)) ... but more to himself - and to shield Claudia... and to downplay his part in it. He literally says that in episode 2x07, that he "played down his role in it" (Claudia's turning)... he shields himself from the ugly truth and regret and pain, and that is... all too understandable I think.

This is not a "normal show", where you can take what you see as the absolute truth. For one - what exactly did we see? Louis' imagined scenes? Or Daniel's?? Probably Louis', but you get what I mean, right? Because it was a mix of memories and edited tale, not a neutral retelling! We do NOT have a neutral camera! We have a tale within a tale, and "supposedly" only the reunion scene had a neutral camera, according to Rolin!

For ME that is part of the attraction - and frustration :) - of the show.

Because I get what you mean, but it is a HUGE puzzle also, and we will never get a "this was the truth" mock-up.

All we will get are point of views and more tales, documentaries, and, if we're lucky, neutral cameras in the "present time". And hints.

Lots and lots of hints.

And, tbh, this is very much in line with the books, to come back to the beginning.

Lestat, in his book, literally says it to the "reader": "Read between the lines."

You have to.

You have to look at what's unsaid, and what does not fit. You have to note what is out of place, or what has reasons that character does not want to talk about. This holds for all of the chronicles.

And this plays into this vexing, ingenious and frustrating show :)

I ... feel quite confident though promising that the eventual rewatch value will probably be immense. :)))

Because if they continue like this????

Show of the fucking decade.

[unfgvien]

lovesong masterlist

pairing - dom!mother rhea x sub!mummyreader

summary - Rhea and Yn, a married couple, struggle with endometriosis, preventing her from carrying a child. They use a sperm donor and carry their first child, Lilly Jane Ripley. Five years later, Yn carries their second child, Austin Lee Ripley, despite significant pain. The story highlights their emotional journey, resilience, and the strength of their relationship despite medical and societal obstacles.

authors note <3

omg hi!! so I had a few people request rhea x reader and mother rhea, so Ive decided to make it into a series so here it is!! this is based on / a continuation of the 'the family she always wanted' story thing (I don't know what to call it) I hope you enjoy it. I dont want this to be half assed and im proof reading all of the chapters and shit

anyways. because im going to try and proof read this all its going to take me a while to post them so please be patient! for those who want rhea content, you are more than welcome to head over to my second page @yajokingyeh yes that me 😭 im dedicating that page to WWE and WWE memes.

so please head over there if you want short and small rhea drabbles and or smuts. that's where they will be posted for now :) I will continue to post my regular works on the other occults I write for as I need to catch up.

oh and also please be very patient with me coz I am at school and im really busy.

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wattpad - all of the chapters will all be availble on wattpad for those who would rather use that x

chapter list <3

1.0 seeds of a dream [wc; 5.5k]

summary; Rhea and Yn, are devised to find out that yn has endometriosis The condition causes inflammation and pain, impacting yn's fertility. They research fertility treatments like IVF, donor eggs, and surrogacy, but the medical terminology feels impersonal. Their love and commitment guide them through the challenges, proving their resilience and shared dream of parenthood. In a fertility clinic, they face the responsibility of finding potential sperm donors, each contributing to their future child. Their love serves as the foundation for their journey and their shared journey.

2.0 expanding the family[wc; ]

summary; Yn and Rhea, a couple who have faced infertility treatments and surrogacy, are now ready to face the challenges of parenthood again. Their love for each other and their daughter Lilly serves as a guiding compass as they navigate the unknown and uncertain future together. Throughout their journey, their love remained their anchor, providing comfort and care. Their positive pregnancy test was a testament to their resilience and belief in their love. As their family continued to grow, they created space for the newcomers, preparing a nursery, and celebrating their triumphs. Their love story is about celebrating resilience, commitment, and the power of love in the face of adversity.

3.0 navigating parenthood [wc; ]

summary;

4.0 strengthening bonds [wc; ]

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[sophie-hatter-jenkins]

Part 22: Free

A March 2025 Hinny Microfic for @ginnystrophyhusband using Prompt 5

927 words (some of which were written for the original @hinnymicrofic November 2023 prompt 'Run', thought I never actually finished it)

All the March prompts that I write will be set in the same universe as, and form a prequel to, this fic.

Fair warning - it's going to be fluffy!

This little series has ended up with a lot more actual story than I expected, so if you'd like a bit more context to what's actually going on here, you might want to...

Read them all from the beginning on AO3

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It starts innocently enough, with a throwaway comment he makes while they’re snuggled up together on the sofa on Friday evening. The remains of their Indian takeaway lies abandoned on the coffee table in front of them, and Ginny’s already in her pyjamas, checked flannel things that are at least two sizes too big (“What? I like to be comfortable!”). His arm is slung around her shoulders, and her feet, encased in those ridiculous fluffy slippers she loves so much, are curled up underneath her. 

Ginny snorts with laughter. “Don’t be ridiculous, Harry!” 

Her response surprises him, though he isn’t sure whether it’s her laughter or her incredulity that’s the most perplexing. “Of course I could!”

Ginny wriggles out from underneath his arm and swings herself around to face him, leaning against the opposite arm of the sofa with her feet in his lap. “Harry. I’m a professional athlete. There is absolutely no way you could beat me in a race.”

Her tone is similar to the one that he uses when he’s explaining things to Teddy, which only entrenches his position further. “I didn’t mean on a broom. I meant on foot. You know, a running race,” he tells her, trying not to sound like he’s annoyed. Which he isn’t. Well, not really, anyway.

She shakes her head. “I know what you meant. You’re still being ridiculous.”

Okay, now he actually is a bit annoyed. “I don’t know why you think it’s so stupid. Aurors have to be fit too.”

Ginny smirks at him. “Look, I’m not doubting you’re fit.” She leans a little closer, one hand sliding under his t-shirt and across his stomach. “I mean, I of all people know exactly how fit you are.”

He shivers at her touch, but forces himself to reach down and removes her hand anyway. “Nice try, Weasley, but you can’t distract me that easily. I absolutely could beat you.”

She cocks an eyebrow. “Alright then. Prove it.”

And that, of course, sets a fire under Harry’s competitive side. It’s yet another thing that the two of them have in common, because Ginny isn’t about to back down either. This, then, is how they come to be standing on the beach the following morning at what Harry thinks is a perfectly reasonable hour, and what Ginny rather more colourfully describes as the arsecrack of dawn, dressed in workout gear and ready to race.

Harry’s not annoyed anymore because firstly, of course he’s going to win and secondly, he’s about to prove himself right. It’s almost a shame, because Ginny’s bum looks spectacular in the shorts she’s wearing and coming home first means he’ll miss out on the view, but needs must; sometimes it’s a trial being so selfless.

They squabble good-naturedly about the distance for a few minutes. He favours a sprint, she wants something longer, and he eventually, magnanimously, concedes, because it doesn’t really matter. He’s confident either way. Twice up and down the beach is about two kilometres, first one back to their gate’s the winner. He’s got it in the bag. 

They both start cagily, keeping pace with one another, neither prepared to show their hand too early, which gives Harry the opportunity to appreciate the moment. It isn’t an understatement to say that he adores running, and he especially adores running here, so it isn’t long before he starts to really enjoy himself. 

It’s a beautiful morning, with a light breeze coming off the Atlantic to temper the summer warmth. The tide is out, and the sand is hard-packed, that air has a fresh bite of salt that feels soothing to his lungs, and the clear blue sky seems to go on forever. 

When he runs here, Harry feels so free. It’s the closest he’s come to the feeling of flying with both feet still on the ground. As he eases into his running, he feels all the stress, all the worry, just melt away. He enters a calm, meditative space that is otherwise closed to him. 

It’s just about as zen as Harry ever gets, and there’s a part of him that thinks maybe it doesn’t matter who wins. That same part knows that whatever happens, he’s already won, just being here with Ginny. 

The rest of him, however, suddenly realises that she’s pulled away from him, apparently noticing and taking advantage of his distraction to kick on and open up a lead of about twenty metres. He’s so annoyed with himself that he doesn’t even dwell on the fact that he was right about how fabulous she looks from behind, and instead picks up the pace, determined to catch her. 

It is… way harder than he thought it would be. He has to dig so deep to reel her in, kicking so hard in a final sprint that even he thinks he might be taking this a bit too seriously. But he’s so close now, just a few more metres and then…

“Fuck!” spits Ginny, as Harry lunges for the gate, touching it just inches ahead of her. “My stupid short arms! I would have had you!”

“Yeah, you would,” he admits, bending at the waist as he catches his breath. “That was close!”

“I should have gone out harder. You only won because you and your bloody long legs outsprinted me!”

He grins up at her. “Guilty as charged, m’lady.” 

As he’s hoped, her irritated demeanour cracks and she leans back against the gate. “I’ll get you next time, Potter,” she warns him.

He has no doubt that she’s absolutely right.

[jaggedamethyst]

circuit breaker 🔬🌌 (part ten)

tutor!jayce talis x reader, ekko x reader college au

content: you haven't spoken to jayce or ekko since last week, when everything blew up. to make matters worse today's the day of your midterm...one you haven't studied for at all.

notes: angst as usual, mentions of death, mental health, and self-doubt references. not proofread bc i rushed this one for the next chapter (worth it)

sorry for the wait with this series. im on a short spring break this week so best believe im locking tf in.

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Midterm week always had a certain sound about it. There was an inherent hustle to everyone's movement and a subsequent shuffling as everyone sped to their next class. It was rare to see people who weren’t completely flustered, spiraling over the anxieties of maintaining their grades. It was the same for you. When at first you couldn’t care, you were forced to realize the predicament you were in. 

It was time to take your physics midterm—the biggest test to date, and you couldn’t remember a thing. You’d let things spiral out of control. You lost focus, and you let your mind be overrun by thoughts of everything but physics—which is why you ultimately failed. 

Viktor sat next to you as he always did, reassuring you that it would be okay. It didn’t feel okay. Everything was drifting away from you and the worst part was realizing you couldn’t talk to Ekko about it.

The thought of your last conversation played in your mind, and then the fact that you swore you would call. You knew him, he was waiting for you to make the first move. In all of Ekko’s concerns about time and it slipping away—he always waited. 

You walked in a hurry, dialing on the phone as you made your way to his place. All the normal anxieties filled you, but you ignored them. You had to repair what you ruined by being careless. 

After a short walk, you arrived. He hadn’t answered the phone which was unlike him. This didn’t deter you though. You knocked on Ekko’s door, tapping on your foot in anxiety. The sound of your own ragged breaths rang in your ear until your phone dinged in your hand. It was him. 

i need more time, im sorry. 

Your brows furrowed as you typed your reply. 

ekko please we have to talk

please

i’m sorry

i should’ve told you as soon as she showed up but i had good intentions you have to believe me

He didn’t respond—he didn’t believe you. It was all your own fault, too. 

As immature as it was to do so you stormed away. Almost immediately after rounding the corner you collided with someone else—bumping into their shoulder hard. 

“Shit I’m sorry.” You said it to nobody in particular, but out of obligation for whoever it was. Looking up, your breath caught, startled at the frazzled woman in front of you. 

“No worries, you okay?”

You inhaled sharply, your entire frame rising and stiffening. “Mel, hi.” 

“Oh—hi! We know each other right? Jayce is your tutor?” 

“Yeah,” you nodded. The reply dragged out leaving the space between you empty before you continued suddenly. “Sorry for your loss.” 

Mel gulped; she was seemingly in a good mood before this. You fought against your intuition that said that maybe you shouldn’t mention Kino. On the other hand, though, it seemed disrespectful to just not acknowledge him. Despite all of this she handled your remark with grace, in a way only she could.

 “I appreciate that, thank you.” 

Feeling like that was all that needed to be said, you stepped around her to leave. “Okay, bye-“

“Wait-“ Mel cleared her throat. “When’s the last time you saw Jayce?” 

“I haven’t seen him since,” you paused, thinking better of mentioning the actual reason why you haven’t spoken to him. “Since our last session. That was a few days ago.” 

“It’s just that he’s always talking about you and then all this week…not so much. Is everything okay?”

“Yeah,” it came out faster than you intended, suspiciously so. “We’re good!”

Mel pivoted on her feet and turned the direction she noticed you were heading. “You going this way?”

You didn’t speak, just nodded with a soft smile. 

“Can I walk with you?”

You hardly knew her, in fact only made awkward eye contact in passing. Trying to recall a time you actually exchanged words seemed like a waste—knowing you, there was probably small talk and nothing more. She was being kind though, friendly. 

“Sure.”

The two of you shuffled next to each other, steps out of sync but parallel on the sidewalk. 

Mel spoke first, looking at you out of the corner of her eye. “I worry about him—Jayce.” 

“Really?” 

“Mhm. He takes everything so hard. Like somehow everything that’s bad is his fault and his fault only.”

“Like it’s his responsibility,” you added, “Noticed that myself.” 

That got a chuckle out of her and an agreeing nod. “He cared a lot about Kino…we all grew up together and it was inevitable that they'd be close. Bro before hoes or whatever.” She exhaled a deep breath, looking ahead. “There wasn’t anything anyone could’ve done to prevent what happened to my brother. I tried to tell him—he just wouldn’t listen. Now he’s acting all overprotective. I needed some time away from him.” She raised a hand, money in between her fingers, “Supposed to be getting myself something to eat—he insisted on paying.” 

“That actually sounds exactly like something Jayce would do.” 

You kept walking, not really having a place to go but enjoying the company for once. Mel led the way, though, easily crossing the street and pausing at respective stop signs. 

Mel continued, an apprehension lacing her tone, “Whatever he did, whatever he said, he didn’t mean it.” 

She read you both like a book, the clear discomfort in you now. 

You replied with a slight chuckle, not at all convincing her she was wrong. “No—me and Jayce are good. I’m fine-“

“He’s not.” She stopped walking and looked at you, “Talk to him please.” 

You started walking again, turning after Mel onto a side street. Part of you wanted to say no, stand your ground. The other, though, was concerned. It didn't help that Mel was so convincing either; you could tell she really cared. “Okay, I will. I'll talk to him.” 

“Thank you, really.” 

“It’s no problem.” You looked ahead, Mel stepping up onto a porch. “Oh, we walked you all the way home.” A laugh escaped you, not even realizing how long you’d talked with her. 

Mel smiled softly, turning to knock on the door. After some shuffling a voice called behind the door. 

“Mel, you literally have a key…also you left it unlocked...again.”

The door swung open. “Sorry, old habits.” 

Jayce looked past Mel, observing you on the curb in front of his house. Your throat tightened as you swallowed. He broke the eye contact he was making with you, glancing at his friend. 

He whispered, “What are you doing?”

“I’m going to get food—then I’m going home.” 

“No, you should stay-“ 

“I need to be home.” Mel’s resolve was breaking, everything catching up to her. “Please.” 

Jayce just looked, reluctantly agreeing with Mel. 

She continued, turning to walk down the porch steps. “Besides, you have company now.” With a wave back she walked closer to you and placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder. She didn’t look at Jayce, but spoke to him. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” 

As she walked away you became painfully aware of yourself—how you awkwardly stood in the middle of the walkway. 

“So are you gonna come in, or should I shut this thing?” 

His face, now with a hint of stubble, was less serious than you expected. Jayce seemed remorseful and you felt the same; he wasn’t the only one to blame. 

You chuckled, walking up the stairs. He let you step beside him before jokingly moving to inch the door shut. 

“Maybe shut it when I actually cross the threshold asshole.” 

He laughed, too, looking at you fully now. “Yeah, I’ll make sure to do that next time.” 

“Thank you,” without thinking you curtseyed slightly—pulling an imaginary skirt dramatically. 

He watched you freeze, clearly taken aback by your own action. He stifled a laugh, watching you slowly stand as he closed the door.

“I,” you cleared your throat, “I have no idea why I just did that and I’m so embarrassed right now.” 

“Don’t be,” he led you away from the door, back to you. “It was cute.” 

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I dont know if the discourse is getting to my head or if im in the right for feeling a little uncomfortable about a series of posts my mutual made. I completely sympathize with her frustration but her wording threw me off a little. She referenced an “annoying transmasc” coworker who constantly they/thems her so she “aggressively corrects” him and is then looked at like shes the one being “a bitch”. Again I 100% sympathize with the situation and I have been through similar situations with other trans people. She continues to rant and talk about how shes made it very clear she is a woman and how she carries and presents herself and looks like a woman so shes very frustrated that he continues to misgender her. She then calls him “short stack” and talks about how hurtful it is to receive disrespect from another trans person (and calls herself a “tranny” while doing so). She says this is “distinctly a tgirl experience” and that “tgirls notice this behavior from other people under the trans umbrella all the time.”

And like.. again, I am someone who has CONSTANTLY been misgendered by other trans people, transfem and transmasc alike. But the wording of her post just rubs me the wrong way. The way she pokes at his appearance specifically height- something trans people are often dysphoric of. The way she framed the situation as somethings that “distinctly” happens to “tgirls” and that this behavior comes from “other people under the trans umbrella”?? Like I dont know if the discourse is making me see red flags where there are none but like… i feel like if I made a post talking about some annoying transfem i work with who constantly misgenders me and i called her big and said that this is something that distinctly happens to transmascs from “other people under the trans umbrella” everyone would look at me like i was fucking insane. Am I crazy for feeling uncomfortable with this?? This person has shared memes about “theyfabs” before so Im already a little on edge about how she must see me as a transmasc non binary person.. is it taking it too far to worry that she might a little transandrophobic or something?

legitimately anon it feels like you've gotta be trolling me because the person you've described sounds not only incredibly obnoxious but also hella transphobic and I don't even understand why this is a question

like I love you I'm not trying to come down harshly on you but please I need people to be able to recognize extremely transphobic behavior without needing a judgement call from me this is so important for so many reasons