#Ship Fic

[thatoneautisticshark]

Tw panic attacks, mild dissociation discussion of rape.

Price and Simon slept together, having a good time. Simon doesn't do so well afterwards however

Price pulled out of Simon with a groan. “Fucking hell, your so tight.”

Simon lay there, his own cum on his stomach, Prices spend slowly leaking from his hole.His breathing heavy and measured as he vaguely registered Price moving around doing something nearby.

He felt… gross. He was sticky and sweaty. But it wasn't even the physical sensation. His eyes were blurring. His Captains bedroom was starting to look like his childhood bedroom, or the room with Roba.

He couldn't tell, it was all blurring together but he knew it wasn't good.His awareness of around him was fading, his ears ringing. He vaguely registered a door and footsteps exiting by it.

Of course he was being left. Fuck him and leave him, that's what always happened. At least the weren't here any more. He was safe for the time being.

He shifted, wincing at the feeling as he curled up. It hurt he could barely register anything, but he could feel the gross gross, wrong feeling of it, dripping out of him.

Running down his thighs.

Dampening his legs.

It was all so wrong. He needed to go, to run to do something, but he lay, frozen, stuck.

He wasn't sure how long he was laying there, eyes barely focused on the nightstand, ears ringing, but he was harshly snapped back to reality by the feeling of something wet on his thigh.

Simon reacted instinctively, somewhere between fight or flight. One hand threw a punch, but his body flinched backwards causing him to tumble off the bed. His head collides with the dresser as he scrambles backwards.

Through his blurry vision, he can barely see the shape.

The person. Approaching, getting closer and towering over him.

He pushes himself back in an attempt to get further, his back hitting the dresser. A hand is coming towards him, to grab, to hit, to do something.

Practically powerless, he plasters himself against the dresser, eyes squeezed shut. No touch comes. He slowly opens an eye, trying to focus through the blur.

The person is crouched In Front of him but not reaching out any more. The person speaks, their voice a low calming rumble “Hey, you're okay, I won't touch you, okay?”

The voice is familiar, Simon is sure he knows it, but he just can't place it. He knows it, the voice makes him feel safer, though he is still panicked.

“Just breathe, luv. That's it. In and out, Riley.”

Simons eyes slowly begin to focus ever so slightly. The beard, and voice finally piece together in his exhausted panic filled mind.

“Price?”

The captain's face split into a small smile. “Yeah I'm here, luv. Just breathe. It's all okay, relax”

Simons breaths slowly became more measured, the panic still clawing at the edges of his mind. But heavily overshadowed by shame and embarrassment.

Right after sex, he had a fucking freak out in his captains bed. Just bloody mint. His brain finally registered what was in Price's hand.

It was a fucking washcloth. He was gonna clean him up. He freaked out like a child over a washcloth?

He literally tried to punch his CO over trying to clean him up.

He froze. Oh god.He tried to punch his Captain. Wait, did he try or did he succeed? He couldn't see an obvious mark, so at least if he landed a hit it wasn't hard.

Maybe he could play it off? Worth a shot.

He stood up, ignoring the fact his legs were shaking and he felt like a newborn deer. “Well that was dramatic” He said, forcing his voice to be as steady as possible.

Acting as everything was fine. Maybe price would let him leave without being upset.

Price gave him a flat look “Yeah no, you are not playing this off. Sit down”

Well fuck. Simon wanted to wack his head into the wall, but he wasn't gonna disobey. He sat back on the bed, narrowly avoiding pulling a face as he became aware once more of the feeling of the cum all over and dribbling out from him.

Price sat down, a bit away from him, giving him some space. And Simon couldn't work out if he was happy or upset about it.

He wanted space. But a bit of him also wanted to be held, to be comforted, but he pushed it down.

He saw price's movement out of the corner of his eye and glanced over. Price was holding out the wash cloth. “You wanna clean up? I doubt that feels nice”

Simon nodded, gratefully taking the cloth, wiping himself off. He was so stupid. He could have just stayed still and let price clean him up, but nooo. He had to be a drama queen and fall off the bed and try to punch his Captain.

That was obviously the logical decision.

He slowly raised his head to look at Price…who didn't look angry? Simon wasn't sure what the expression was but he was fairly sure that wasn't anger.

Price cleared his throat. “So are we gonna talk about that?”

Simon winced “How about no?” At the withering look he received he relented. “Not much to say. I was in my head and reacted dramatically. You startled me. Sorry for trying to clock you in the face.”

“Simon. That is not a reaction to just being startled and we know it. Maybe the initial thing, a flinch and instinctual punch, you could maybe convince me. But, then not even reacting to the fact you wacked your head, and scrambling backwards panicked and crying. That was not just being startled.”

Simon blinked at him “I wasn't crying.”

Price gave him a look “Did you really think that was gonna convince me? Your mask is damp from your tears.”

Simons hands immediately came up to his mask touching it, and sure enough, it was moist under his eyes. He had indeed been crying. “Ah”

A silence stretched over the room. Simon sat there trying to work out how to explain his dramatics.“I just.. my brain was just being dumb price. It decided to …. Think of this as being the room I was in with Roba and I was in my head. And the touch startled me, and then I couldn't quite recognise you”

The silence that followed confused Simon slightly. Price was staring at him with a look on his face as if Simon had delivered the worst news.“I..Fuck I am so sorry. I didn't know. I didn't know it would trigger a panic attack, especially about rape. I swear I wouldn't have if I knew” Price looked so guilty.

Simon blinked at him. “It's fine? It's not a huge deal.”

It really wasn't. Simons brain just did stupid stuff sometimes and Price didn't have a reason to be apologizing.

The older man opened his mouth to argue before closing it, sighing and opening it again. “We are going to have a proper discussion about this at some point. But not right now, can I hug you right now?”

Simon nodded, and felt the warm strong arms off his captain wrapping around his middle and the tickle of the beard against his neck.

He agreed because Price really seemed to need it. But he had to admit it was nice. The older man was practically a heater, and a weighted blanket in one.“I'm giving you actual fucking aftercare” Came the murmur from his chest. If aftercare included cuddles like this, Simon decided he'd probably like it.

Poor price. He Is so worried and confused. Also autistic ghost, who just thinks his panics attacks are being dramatic.

[hannah-lou]

🍃THE RIVERS EDGE🍃

Just a Noa/Mae drabble I came up with this evening, I might continue it 🤭

@nomae-week-2024

-adult content-

-18+

~

It had been approximately three months. After Mae left Noa that day, she couldn’t stop thinking about him and how she felt protected with him around, wishing she would one day, by coincidence, stumble across him.

She wasn’t really welcome back with the humans due to being immune to the simian flu but still at risk of carrying it. She felt more alone than ever and missed Noa terribly.

She clung onto the symbol that Noa gave to her with one hand as it rested against her chest and held onto the reigns tightly with the other as she travelled on horseback through the forest in the hopes of finding a safe place to settle for the evening.

She took a deep breath and looked up at the trees as she travelled, the golden sun rays shone onto the ground and danced with the movement of the leaves. Looking to her left, she saw the faint sparkle of a river.

Slowing her horse down to a stop and dismounting, she walked over to the riverbank and looked around, listening to the gentle flow of water along with the birds singing. She closed her eyes, and the golden shimmers sparkled onto her face, but she still struggled to shake Noa from her mind.

Unknowingly to Mae, Noa was close by, he dismounted from his horse and looked around, making sure that it was safe to camp out there for the night.

Mae stood up, finally deciding that she wanted to bathe. She began taking off her clothes, unaware of Noa standing not too far away, and he wasn’t aware of her presence yet either.

Noa crouched down and set up his sleeping place, eventually satisfied that it looked comfortable enough, although he wasn’t too fussed about sleeping on hard ground. He smiled with approval but stopped abruptly when he heard rustling not too far from him. Glancing up, his eyebrows quickly lowered when he saw movement. Then, when his eyes finally adjusted, he saw her, the pale skin that seemed to glow in the suns rays.

Mae slowly stepped into the river, her breath quickening with the sudden temperature change, she stood there for a moment to get used to the cold water.

Noa’s eyes widened, he wasn’t sure what to do, if course he was glad to see her. But as he stood completely still and watched, the feelings from when he last saw her came flooding back. Scolding himself that she wasn’t of his kind, he couldnt help but stare for a little too long, it had definitely caught him off guard, but after observing for a while, he finally made the decision to grab his blanket from his saddle and walk over to her. Was it a mistake? He didn’t know, didn't exactly care either. He just wanted to get a better look.

Mae sank lower and lower into the river until all that was showing was her head, she hummed softly with relaxation. Unknowingly to her, Noa slowly edged closer, his eyes narrowing with curiosity as he watched her lean back and close her eyes whilst the gentle lapping of water covered her.

Noa reached the waters edge and crouched down. A feeling quickly came over him that he had never felt before, and the faint sound of his intrigued grunts escaped his throat.

As he laid the blanket onto the grass for Mae to step out onto, his eyes never left her. Tilting his head, he was completely mesmerised and not able to break away from the urge of wanting to see more of her. he couldn’t help it. His eyes narrowed to try and get a better look, but the waters shimmers made it impossible for him to see the details on her chest.

Mae opened her eyes slowly, and the suns brightness made her squint. Sitting up and giving her eyes time to adjust until she could see clear enough, she looked at the riverbank and noticed the blanket that Noa had laid out. Smiling, she instantly realised it was his, and stepped out onto the bank.

 

 Noa stood with his back against a tree, his mind racing. Experiencing this feeling he had never felt before made him question a lot of things, causing him to let out an irritated sigh. He didn’t look at her, not once. He was lost in wondering why he felt these certain feelings towards her. Scrunching up his nose and repeating the phrase;

“She is... a human”

Mae looked at him as she dried herself the best she could with the blanket. She walked over to her horse and began putting on her clothes until Noa cleared his throat, making her pause.

 

“she is... beautiful” he said, still looking away from her.

“Huh?” She spun around to face him, raising a brow.

His gaze darted from left to right until he finally composed himself enough to ask “you are... camping here, too?”.

Mae nodded but was in shock. She had wanted to see him again for so long but could only manage to gawk at him with, was he taller than before? She could see from his side that he was wearing more feathers underneath his arm cuff.

Walking closer to him, she had the realisation that she was naked, but Noa was an ape. He surely wouldn’t care, right?

“I thought I smelt too terrible to be around, Noa?” She taunted.

He smirked as his green eyes cautiously trailed in her direction but still unable to look directly at her “You bathed... there is... an excuse”

He turned to face her, and seeing her uncovered caused him to hold his breath. It almost made him want to pounce on her there and then. He wondered what this feeling was. Why did he feel this way for a human? He turned away and wrinkled his nose, trying to shake it off.

Mae turned and picked up her clothes, leaving Noa to his instinct but unknowingly to her, it was growing too strong for him, he glanced up at her body and the sudden vision of him pinning her to a tree and biting onto her collarbone sent him into a spin. He shook his head quickly, trying to snap himself out of it.

“So why are you out here?” Mae asked, but was startled when she turned back around and bumped into him. Noa had moved closer to her without her knowledge.

She looked up at him and saw his emerald eyes staring down at her. Before she could speak, the fur on his torso brushed off of her bare breasts, causing her to shudder. She gulped uncontrollably and dropped her clothes, wondering if it was really happening.

Mae knew that this fantasy had been swirling around her mind for such a long time, but now, the feeling she had was almost too much.

Noa kept his eyes on her “you are... beautiful” he spoke in a low gravelly whisper.

Mae didn’t reply, she stood there holding her breath and staring up at him and feeling his hand touch softly against hers, she knew that it was dangerous, but now hearing him growl as he leaned closer to her made her realise that he felt the exact same way for her.

[phantobats]

Since Lee has infected me with Jaime x Jason brainrot, I have come back with a small fluffy piece of Jaime patching Jason up:

Jaime had barely settled in for the night when the knock on his door sent a ripple of unease through him. It was Jason—he could tell from the rhythm of the knock—but there was something different about it tonight, softer, almost hesitant. When Jaime opened the door, his heart stuttered.

Jason stood there, battered and bruised, his red helmet clutched under one arm, his leather jacket torn in several places, and his hands bloodied. The normally unbreakable Red Hood looked worn, his usual sharpness dulled by exhaustion and pain.

“Hey, Blue,” Jason rasped, forcing a smirk despite the clear strain. “Ran into a bit of trouble.”

“¡Dios mío, Jason!” Jaime’s voice trembled with concern as he closed the distance between them, his arms instinctively wrapping around Jason’s waist to steady him. “What happened? You look—” His voice caught in his throat as he took in the full extent of Jason’s injuries. “You look like you went through hell.”

Jason’s attempt at a grin faltered, replaced by a weary shrug. “Nothing I couldn’t handle, cariño. Just another night in Gotham.”

Jaime’s brow furrowed as he helped Jason inside, the warmth of the apartment quickly replacing the cold Gotham night. “No más excusas, amor. You’re letting me take care of this. Come on.” His voice held a softness that Jason could never resist, even when he was stubborn enough to pretend he didn’t need help.

Guiding Jason towards the bathroom, Jaime kept an arm securely around his waist. The weight of Jason’s injuries seemed heavier than usual tonight, like it wasn’t just his body that was battered, but something deeper. As they reached the bright light of the bathroom, the full extent of Jason’s bruises and cuts became heartbreakingly clear—dark purple swelling beneath his ribs, a fresh gash across his eyebrow, and more scars forming from what must have been a brutal patrol.

Jaime turned on the faucet, letting warm water flow into the tub, its soft hiss filling the room. “Sit down, por favor. You’re a mess, and I’m not letting you get away without a proper bath.” His voice was gentle but resolute, a mixture of worry and tenderness threaded through every word. As Jason sat on the edge of the tub, Jaime kneeled beside him, unfastening the buckles of his torn jacket and peeling it away from his body with care.

Jason winced as the leather slid off his bruised shoulders, but he stayed quiet, watching Jaime with an unreadable expression. “You don’t have to do all this,” he muttered, though the usual bite in his words was softened by something warmer. “I’m not that fragile.”

Jaime’s hands paused, his eyes meeting Jason’s with a softness that made Jason’s breath hitch. “You may not be fragile, but you’re mine. And I worry about you, corazón,” he murmured, brushing a thumb lightly over Jason’s jaw before turning back to the task at hand. “I can’t just stand by when you come to me looking like this.”

The warm water continued to rise, filling the room with the scent of lavender, an oil Jaime had poured in despite knowing Jason would poke fun at it later. As the tub filled, Jaime helped Jason ease out of the rest of his suit, his movements tender and deliberate, careful not to aggravate any of his wounds.

“Lavender?” Jason arched an eyebrow, his lips twitching with the hint of a smirk. “Really, Blue?”

Jaime chuckled softly, his fingers brushing lightly over a particularly dark bruise. “Sí. You need it. It’ll help you relax. Besides,” he added, a playful lilt in his voice, “I like when you smell nice.”

A genuine smile tugged at Jason’s lips, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly. “You spoil me, you know that?”

Jaime dipped a cloth into the warm water, wringing it out before gently running it over Jason’s bruised skin. “Alguien tiene que hacerlo. You won’t take care of yourself,” he said softly, though the playful reprimand was laced with affection. His touch was featherlight, wiping away the grime and blood of the night with care, as though he could somehow wash away all of Jason’s pain.

Jason closed his eyes, a sigh escaping his lips as he leaned back, letting the warmth of the bath and the comfort of Jaime’s touch soothe him. “I don’t deserve you,” he mumbled under his breath, the vulnerability in his voice cutting through the air like a whisper of something fragile.

“Shh,” Jaime responded, his fingers threading through Jason’s damp hair, massaging his scalp with soft, rhythmic strokes. “Don’t say that. Eres mi vida, Jason. You deserve every bit of care I give you.” His voice dropped to a whisper as he leaned forward, pressing a kiss to Jason’s temple. “You’ve been fighting for so long, but you don’t have to fight me, ¿entiendes?”

Jason’s hand found Jaime’s, his thumb brushing over the knuckles as his heart swelled with a quiet ache he didn’t know how to put into words. “I’m trying,” he murmured, his voice barely audible. “I just… I’m not used to this.”

Jaime’s smile was soft, almost sad, as he continued tending to the bruises on Jason’s chest, his hands moving with the practiced ease of someone who had done this many times before. “You don’t have to be used to it yet. Just let me take care of you.”

As Jaime worked, Jason felt the weight of the night gradually lift from his chest. The bruises and cuts still stung, but they felt lighter now, as though Jaime’s touch had smoothed over the edges of his pain. His body relaxed under the soothing warmth of the water, the scent of lavender wrapping around him like a cocoon.

“You know,” Jason said quietly after a few moments, his voice softened by the drowsy comfort of the bath, “I always thought I didn’t need this—someone to patch me up, someone who worries.” He opened his eyes, looking at Jaime with a rare vulnerability. “But you… you make it hard not to want it.”

Jaime’s heart fluttered at the words, his chest tightening with a mixture of love and tenderness. He leaned forward, cupping Jason’s cheek in his hand as he pressed a kiss to his lips—gentle, slow, and full of quiet promises. “That’s because you do need it, Jay. And I’m here.”

Jason’s eyes fluttered shut, a sigh escaping his lips as he melted into the kiss, his hand resting on Jaime’s, grounding himself in the warmth of his touch. “Lucky me, huh?” he whispered, a small smile tugging at his lips. “I’ve got the best guy looking out for me.”

“You’re not wrong,” Jaime teased softly, brushing his thumb over Jason’s cheekbone before pulling back slightly. “But next time, try not to make me worry so much, yeah?”

Jason chuckled, the sound low and soft as it reverberated through his chest. “I’ll try, bebé. No promises, but I’ll try.”

Satisfied with that, Jaime helped him out of the tub, wrapping him in a towel before guiding him to bed. As Jason sank into the mattress, Jaime slipped in beside him, curling into his side, his head resting on Jason’s chest. Jason’s arms instinctively wrapped around him, holding him close as his thumb idly stroked Jaime’s back.

“Te quiero, Jaime,” Jason whispered into the quiet, his voice filled with a rare, unguarded warmth.

Jaime smiled against his chest, pressing a soft kiss to Jason’s skin. “Te quiero también, Jay. Now rest, mi amor. You’re safe.”

And as the night settled around them, Jason let himself finally believe it—safe, in Jaime’s arms, where the world and its weight couldn’t touch him.

[liiizzard]

ok while i am impatiently waiting for chapter 25 of silver bells im trying to start actually planning out my lovebug au. i have a couple things planned and the first little bit written but other than that realy not a lot.

i really want to get into the like super awkwardness that might follow after the effects have worn off and like the self doubt i guess and anxiety over what the other is thinking i want it to be angsty lol

i am a huge sucker for tropes and i’m trying to figure out what i want to include in this so please please leave any ideas or suggestions i would love to hear yalls feedback !

[jimmerzz0905]

jimmerzz0905 back at it again with more sixnine slop

eat up kids 💪💪💪

google docs version:

[kissoflightning]

Me literally every time I read a ship fic, knowing that in 99% of those, the characters end up kissing at some point:

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH OMG THEY KISSED!!!!

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[myungjaes-luvv]

So Let's Go See The Ducks

oh my god i rose from the dead... this is a fic that my girlfriend(@thatdumbbitch25)and i co wrote (bonding activites fr) and we honestly ATE i fear... cross posted from my ao3!!!!! warnings: cock rings, teasing, vibrators, well its a vibrating cock ring, top myung jaehyun, bottom han taesan, ITS A SHIP FIC LETS GO, jaehyuns kind of mean lol, well its out of love, taesan almost falls into a duck pond

MYUNG JAEHYUN X HAN TAESAN

It wasn’t abnormal for one of the two boys to suddenly spring a new idea onto the other, so it wasn’t incredibly shocking when Jaehyun returned to the bedroom with his hands mischievously behind his back.

“What?” Taesan asked, a little concerned, but God, if curiosity didn’t kill the cat.

“I had a fun idea for today,” Jaehyun replied.

Taesan looked at him in pure confusion, “What are you talking about? We already had plans today?”

Jaehyun shook his head, “No, I know, don’t worry, this won’t completely take away from that…”

What the hell does that mean?

Jaehyun finally brought his hands from behind his back to reveal that he’d been holding something the whole time.

At first glance, Taesan couldn’t tell what it was that he’d been holding but then- what the fuck?

“Is that-” He was cut off as fast as he’d put two and two together.

“My idea of fun? Yeah,” Jaehyun said, offering a small laugh as he had held out both the vibrating cock ring and the remote control app on his phone that went with it.

“You’re insane-” Taesan said, but his expression failed to match his words, as he was visibly intrigued by the idea.

“Sure, that’s why you’re already getting hard at the thought of it,” Jaehyun said a little too loudly.

Taesan quickly covered Jaehyun’s mouth with his hand, “Shut the fuck up,” He said quietly.

Jaehyun only laughed and retaliated by licking the younger’s hand, causing him to take his hand away, wiping it against Jaehyun’s sleeve.

“Fucking freak,” Taesan laughed, annoyed, stepping closer to the older, pulling him in and nipping at his neck in return.

The older gladly let Taesan preoccupy himself while he made use of his own hands, grabbing Taesan by the waist. Taesan looked up at his boyfriend at the gesture, long enough for Jaehyun to capture his lips in a kiss while his hands made his way down again, undoing the brunet’s pants, his hands sliding down to palm him through his boxers ever so slightly. The action was enough to have Taesan bucking his hips against Jaehyun’s hand. Unfortunately for Taesan, he was not going to get the satisfaction he craved so badly at the moment.

“You’re so fun to mess with,” Jaehyun all but whispered.

Taesan’s head fell against Jaehyun’s shoulder slightly, already having trouble keeping his composure, you would probably think he was touch deprived the way he was acting.

The younger had nearly forgotten about the damn cock ring- nearly. That was when Jaehyun’s hand dipped under the waistband of his boxers, ever so slightly grazing against his dick, just enough for that damn ring to be slipped on.

In one swift motion, Jaehyun was no longer touching him at all, and Taesan all but fucking whined at the loss of contact.

“C’mon, finish getting ready, we’ll be late,” The older boy said, helping Taesan pull his pants back up the rest of the way.

“You’re gonna kill me,” Taesan groaned out of frustration.

“I haven’t even done anything,” Jaehyun laughed, “if you want, I can do this instead.”

Taesan was a little confused as he watched Jaehyun look down at his phone momentarily, but his confusion was replaced as his knees buckled under him, needing to lean against the bed for support.

“Oh, that’s fun,” Jaehyun said, watching his idea in motion.

“Off- oh my God, turn it off,” Taesan practically begged.

“Up? Turn it up?” Jaehyun teased, adjusting the setting from his phone, damn near sending Taesan to the floor.

“Wait- ‘s too much…” Taesan strained.

“Really that’s too much? That’s only the second setting,” Jaehyun says, as he mocks the younger. He turns the vibration off for the time being, not wanting to wear Taesan out too much yet. This wasn’t even the beginning.

Turning on his heel the older leaves, allowing the younger to finish getting ready for the long day that awaited him ahead. Making his way to the hallway, gathering the plethora of things that Taesan had packed for their date- he had always been an over-packer. Just as Jaehyun was sliding his coat on, he heard his bedroom door click shut, and the youngers footsteps patter out to the hallway to meet him.

“Took you long enough,” Jaehyun said, looking over at Taesan.

“I can’t go out like this…” Taesan tried to plead with him, but with no success as Jaehyun waved him off.

“You can handle yourself for a couple hours, can’t you? Plus, if you do this for me, there might be a reward somewhere in the long run…”

“What reward is worth me trying to not cum in my pants the entire time we’re in public,” Taesan snapped.

“One that means getting the best head of your life,” Jaehyun shrugged nonchalantly.

Taesan perked up at the reply, images already flashing through his head, and God, if he wasn’t hard before, he was now.

Jaehyun giggled to himself as he saw the others reaction, “Someone seems to be a little more compliant now.”

“Just…shut up,” Taesan mumbled.

“Mm, I think you should watch what you say,” The older said, waving his phone gently in front of Taesan, the app open on the screen.

The younger was quick to mutter a string of apologies, unsure if he could handle the vibration from the cock ring at the moment.

- - - -

Laying the checkered blanket out on a patch of grass near a pond, Jaehyun found the only clearing in the heavily trafficked park. Taesan had definitely over packed for a picnic, but he sure did know how to put together a cute date.

Taesan laid back on the blanket, trying to forget about the uncomfortable situation he was currently faced with. Jaehyun must have taken notice of the way he was starting to get comfortable, because that’s when the God awful vibrating started again.

“Shit-” He cursed, his hips jerked a little, not used to the feeling. He tried his best to not seem insane to any of the poor people around the two of them. He rolled over onto his stomach, hiding his face with his arms and the picnic blanket.

When he was laying on his stomach, he was quick to realize that it had only caused the sensation of the cock ring to increase, trying his best to not grind his hips against the ground then and there, he flipped back over on his back.

“You’re gonna fucking kill me…” Taesan said, nearly out of breath.

“This is literally one of the lowest settings for this thing to be on,” Jaehyun shrugged, watching the younger writhe under the vibrating sensations.

Taesan scoffed, “You’re- fuck… you’re a liar,” He said, best he could.

Jaehyun turns the phone screen around to face his boyfriend, showing him that the vibrator was indeed on one of the lowest settings.

This only caused Taesan to groan a little more.

“Can we not just eat our lunch in peace, dickhead,” The younger pleaded with Jaehyun, wanting at least a partially cute date.

“Mmmm… depends on how you behave, but since you’ve asked so nicely-” The older cut himself off as he turned off the cockring, which was leaving his lover needy for more, drawing a whine from his lips. “You should really make up your mind, you say you don’t want it, but you look so desperate every time I take it away.”

“Mmf.. wanna cum, asshole…”

Jaehyun tsked at him softly, “What did I say earlier? Insulting me isn’t gonna get you that reward…”

“I miss when I was the dominant one,” Taesan complained.

“Oh please, you were never the dominant one, you were just too damn cock drunk to think otherwise,” Jaehyun remarked.

If looks could kill, Taesan had just murdered Jaehyun with the glare he sent him, “Can we please get back to lunch before I make a fool of myself in public?” He begged.

“Only because you asked so nicely and spent so much time preparing everything,” Jaehyun said.

Taesan gently unpacked the picnic basket he had assembled the night before, putting thought and care into every item, making sure to pack a mixture of the two’s favorite foods.

The two settle into a mostly comfortable silence, however Taesan failed to see how he could ever be comfortable when he was constantly reminded of the way his cock strained in his pants, the ring never letting him forget that Jaehyun had him wrapped around his finger. All he had to do was get through today, and then he could go home and, if he was lucky, finally get the relief he had so desperately craved at this point. Thankfully, Jaehyun had seemed to spare him…sort of. If he truly was being sparing, Taesan was sure he’d have been allowed to get off already.

Hands intertwined, Jaehyun plants a gentle kiss on the younger's head which resides in his lap. Taesan tilts his head up, staring into the others eyes searching for more. Jaehyun, in an awkward motion, bends down and kisses his lips as best as he could.

“Isn’t it so much more fun being nice to me…” Taesan said softly as the kiss broke.

“I am nice to you,” Jaehyun said, scoffing playfully.

“Yeah, that’s why I’m in public, trying to forget about my fucking dick,” Taesan rolled his eyes, shifting a little, still never being able to be fully comfortable, no matter how he sat or laid down.

Jaehyun leaned down to press another kiss to his head, “I already told you, if you’re good, it’ll be worth it.”

Taesan’s face flushed at the reminder as Jaehyun shifted their position so he could lay down beside him instead. He faced the younger, being incredibly close to each other, his hand coming up to rest against Taesan’s face softly, bringing the boy into a soft, gentle kiss.

Taesan all but melted into the kiss as their lips connected, his heart starting to pound as he feels Jaehyun’s hand trail down, and for a moment, he thought that he might finally get the relief he’s so desperately craved since they left their dorm this morning. Maybe the only catch was that they were in public and they’d have to be careful, or maybe Jaehyun had forgotten all about the vibrator.

Oh how he wished that were the case.

Unfortunately, his head was quick to fog when that God forsaken cock ring began to vibrate again, much harsher than it had previously.

“Fuck- what the fuck-” Taesan groaned, probably a little too loud for being in a public park.

He writhed against the picnic blanket for a moment, trying to contain himself best he could, his eyes screwing shut as he tried his best to come back to Earth, his mind foggy as the vibration didn't end.

Due to being put on edge all day, he was already so fucking close, he was sure he’d cum soon if Jaehyun didn’t stop, and he couldn’t even fucking care where they were anymore as his fists grasped onto the blanket tightly.

“Close- Please… Oh my fucking God-” He whined, trying to shift his hips to get any kind of friction through the strained material of his jeans, but to no avail.

And just like that- it was taken away from him as the vibration stopped all at once. His release was stolen from him yet again.

“No- No, please…” He whimpered, opening his eyes to plead with Jaehyun, who wore an evil smirk on his face at what he’d just caused.

“You can hold out a little longer,” Jaehyun said firmly.

Taesan scoffed, getting up from laying down, more frustrated now than he was before.

“Where are you going?” Jaehyun asked him, watching as Taesan grabbed a piece of bread from their picnic basket, walking towards the pond in front of their spot.

“Away from you, the ducks won't be an ass to me,” Taesan grumbled.

Jaehyun sat up on the blanket, watching the younger for a few moments as he stood in front of the small body of water, tearing off small pieces of the bread and tossing them into the pond, watching the ducks swim toward them, eating quickly.

It wasn’t enough to make him completely forget his problem- nothing would- but it was a start.

Taesan jumped a little when he felt Jaehyun behind him, suddenly wrapping his arms around him, hugging him from behind.

Taesan rolled his eyes, “I don’t trust you,” he said.

“I didn’t even do anything,” Jaehyun laughed, “can I not come say I’m sorry?”

“You didn’t do that either,” Taesan remarked.

The older of the two buried his head in the crook of Taesan’s neck, pressing a soft kiss to his skin every so often.

For a moment, Taesan is blinded by the sudden sweetness. He allows his guard to fall, giving Jaehyun yet another perfect opportunity for disaster, which of course, he takes.

The vibrating is back, and Taesan’s pretty sure it’s the highest setting, because the suddenness was enough to cause his knees to give out, and if Jaehyun didn’t have a hold on him, he would’ve fallen right into the pond. In fact, he almost did.

The sudden movement from Taesan trying to not fucking fall startled the ducks, scaring them away quickly.

“Please, oh- ohmyfucking- mmf..” Taesan tried getting words out, but truly, he was damn near at the edge.

If the vibration directly to his dick wasn’t enough to make him feel dizzy, then the way that Jaehyun was now pressing up against him definitely was. The way Jaehyun had a hold on him, holding him still, keeping him from falling, mixed with the way the cock ring had prolonged his release and how he could feel just how hard the other boy was, pressing against him, it all had Taesan nearly seeing stars.

There was no mercy allowed for the younger either, because Jaehyun didn’t stop. His hand now trailed from where it rested on his hip to the front of his jeans, palming over where Taesan really fucking needed him.

“Remember, we’re still in public,” Jaehyun whispered, nipping at Taesan’s ear gently, still grinding his own clothed erection against the brunet’s ass.

“Can’t- Need you- fu..” Taesan whined, his eyes screwing shut again. “Please… ‘m gonna cum, can’t,” He all but cried out softly.

As if the world was out for Taesan, punishing him for whatever wrong he’d ever done in the world, Jaehyun stopped, again.

Taesan choked out a sob at the loss of everything, the vibration, the way Jaehyun had been pressing against him, everything. The only thing left was the way his boyfriend’s hands moved back up to his hips as he whispered in his ear again, “We can go home now.”

He didn’t think it was possible to agree to something so fast.

- - - -

Getting home seemed to take four hundred fucking years, or maybe it was just the way Taesan was about to start crying if he couldn’t finally get off after being on edge all day.

When they finally did get home, Taesan was damn near dragging Jaehyun to his room, knowing the rest of their group was out and about on their day off.

Jaehyun was thankfully a little more sparing, as he picked up the pace, following the other quickly, not as though Taesan gave him much of a choice.

Once behind closed- and locked- doors, Jaehyun had Taesan against the door, pressing a kiss to his lips. The other boy tried his best to reciprocate, his head preoccupied with more hurrying matters as he pushed Jaehyun’s hands from their hold on his waist down to the front of his jeans again.

“It’s like you want me to touch you or something,” Jaehyun teased against the other’s lips.

“Or something,” Taesan answered, rolling his eyes in faux annoyance.

Jaehyun pressed their lips together again as he gave in a little to the other, palming over Taesan’s jeans again.

The brunet urged for something more, “Please, let me cum,” he begged softly, his voice nearly catching in his throat as Jaehyun undid Taesan’s pants, pushing them down.

“You think you earned it?” Jaehyun asked, his voice kept soft as he started to dip his hand into the waistband of the younger’s boxers.

“Yes! Yes, I was good…” Taesan pleaded.

“I dunno, I think you were a little mouthy,” Jaehyun shrugged, his hand threatening to pull away, drawing a desperate whine from Taesan.

“Don’t… Please…” He begged.

If it hadn’t been for Jaehyun becoming impatient with himself, he would’ve held out a little longer, but with the way Taesan seemed on the verge of tears as he begged and pleaded had him so dazed out of his own mind, so he’d give in for now.

In a matter of the next few seconds, Taesan’s boxers were pulled down, fucking finally, as he watched Jaehyun kneel in front of him.

If it wasn’t for the fact he was on edge all day anyway, Taesan was pretty sure he could’ve cum from even the sight of his boyfriend on his knees in front of him like this. Taesan hated the way that Jaehyun knew his way around the boy. He not only always knew what to say, he even knew how to look at Taesan in a way to keep him wanting more, awaiting whatever happens next.

Jaehyun’s hands gently kneaded at Taesan’s thighs where they rested before slowly taking hold of his boyfriend’s cock, his tongue kitten-licking at his tip.

Taesan threaded a hand into Jaehyun’s hair gently, the stupid cock ring still snug at the base of his dick, thankfully not vibrating, but still doing its job in keeping him almost painfully hard.

Taesan was about to plead for more, but as if Jaehyun had read his mind, he’d taken him into his mouth, his tongue swirling at the head of his cock. Taesan’s head leaned back against the door, gripping at Jaehyun’s hair a little more.

“Mmf, please…” Taesan whined again.

Jaehyun pulled his mouth away, replacing it with his hand, “Wanna cum? Think I should take the cock ring off?” He teased.

“Yes! God, please, take it off,” Taesan begged.

Jaehyun snickered at Taesan’s desperation, his hand moving to the base of his cock, removing the ring slowly, as to not accidentally hurt the other boy.

Taesan’s breath caught in his throat at the feeling of his cock being free from the slight restraint, Jaehyun tossing it elsewhere in the room.

He made quick use of his mouth again, taking more of Taesan in again, causing the younger’s eyes to roll back, his legs damn near giving out.

“Shit- ‘m not gonna- not gonna last,” He whimpered under his breath, barely coherent enough for Jaehyun to make out.

Jaehyun bobbed his head a little faster, focusing completely on finally allowing the other to finish, which is one reason why he didn’t protest when he felt the other tug at his hair yet again.

One of the reasons, and totally not because the older liked the way it felt, the younger’s hands in his hair.

“Close- fuck- ‘m soso close,” Taesan groaned, probably louder than intended, which only caused Jaehyun to work harder.

It didn’t take much longer for Taesan’s hips to stutter, Jaehyun needing to use his hands on Taesan’s thighs to help steady him. The hand in his hair became impossibly tight when Taesan held him in place- as if he was gonna go anywhere anyway- as he finally reached his peak, tumbling over the edge. Jaehyun worked him through his climax, swallowing around his cock.

Taesan’s vision all but blurred as he came, the frustration that had pent up all day finally crashing down in what was possibly the most intense orgasm he’d ever experienced.

Jaehyun stood up after a moment, helping keep the other steady as he led him over to the bed, helping him lay down so they didn’t end up on the floor.

Taesan practically collapsed onto the bed, still trying to catch his breath, causing Jaehyun to laugh just a little as he climbed onto the bed beside him.

“Was it worth the wait?” Jaehyun asked softly as he covered both of them up.

“You’re so mean…” Taesan breathed out.

Jaehyun wrapped an arm around him, allowing the younger to cuddle against him, which he did so gratefully.

After a moment, Taesan turned to look at him, “You never came- did you?” He asked.

Jaehyun’s face flushed after a moment, gathering his next words in his head the best he could, honestly a little embarrassed, “Well… I kind of did- when you did-”

Taesan’s eyes widened a little at the admission, but it wasn’t a complete surprise knowing that Jaehyun could cum just from watching someone else. He also couldn’t sit and pretend like that wasn’t one of the hottest things he’d ever been told.

After a few more moments of quiet as they basked in each other's company, sleep overcame both of the two boys, and the next morning when the members asked them about their picnic, they’d just smile and say that it was fun, but next time, Taesan would get to pick the activity.

[we-ezer]

PERCICO AU

after the second war ends Percy feels lost. he is going to school in new Rome with annabeth and majoring in marine biology but just isn't feeling it. then he takes a required art history class and falls in love. they are looking at some original works and Percy can feel and see the under layers with his powers. the paintings completely change with this aspect of his powers. the plain white statues scattered around new Rome are suddenly brightly colored. he wants to restore these works, but feels that he's too dumb to bc he's not the "smart" one in any of his relationships. he finally tells annabeth about his new interest and she fully supports it, saying she's excited for him and he can be interested in anything he wants to.

bc he's doing so well in art history (and feels like his powers are just tools to help him and not just giving him the answers like in marine biology), he switches majors. the professor offers him and some other students the opportunity to travel with them to Italy and Greece the coming summer to take an intensive course in learned art restoration. Percy is very excited but wonders if his mom and annabeth will be okay with him leaving again. they both give their blessings, with visible reluctance from annabeth. she just got him back and she did support his new interest but he's leaving again... Percy promises to stay in touch with IM.

the first leg of the trip is in Rome then Florence then Venice. there Percy runs into Nico. he is showing hazel around his hometown and Percy remembers hazel saying she would be going there that summer. Percy and hazel hug and hazel offers for Percy to go around with them. Percy looks at Nico and declines, not wanting to intrude (and make things awkward for Nico). Nico however speaks up and insists he should come. Percy acquiesces and they spend the day going around together. Percy points out what he knows of the art aspect whilst Nico gives the history he remembers. Nico and hazel are impressed by what Percy has been up to. whilst hazel goes to get them gelato, Percy and Nico sit at the edge of a canal. Percy compliments Nico on his hometown and Nico thanks him for accompanying them. they have a quiet moment together.

then a sea monster pulls Nico into the water.

[cumulo-stratus]

Embrace[s.r]

spencer doesnt feel like hes anything more than his intelligence, but ethan proves him wrong.

WARNINGS- angst, internalized homophobia, self esteem issues, crying, mentions of mommy issues

college au!Ethan x college au!spencer reid ][ hurt/comfort ][ masterlist!!

a/n- ok this is actually my first ship fic and im so excited!! i've been obsessed with Ethan x spencer ever since i started writing this! hope y'all enjoy reading as much as i enjoyed writing <3

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there was a soft breeze drifting through the window ruffling the non-existent curtains that no college student was going to spend their little money on. Instead there were some cheap shades provided by the university.

Ethan never minded his small means, his small dorm with a small bed despite being in his junior year. The bed was big enough to fit him and Spencer and that's all he cared about.

but tonight, in the dark room they weren't sitting on top together- no Spencer was hunched over himself his body wracking sob after sob, and ethan’s arms wrapped around him. they left comforting circles on his back, and squeezed spencer tightly against his chest.

the darkened room left both boys faces wailed by shadows, hiding spencers tear track stained cheeks from his best friend.

ethan’s hushed voice was deafening over the silence of the tiny dorm room. He whispered quiet small nothings into spencers ear.

spencers cheek was smushed into his best friends shoulder, and his face was in ethan’s neck, breathing in the familiar scent of his worn university sweatshirt.

spencers knees were pulled to his chest in a self soothing motion, and ethan’s arm wrapped around the ball of spencer in his lap. Spencer also had his arms wrapped tightly around ethan’s waist, white knuckle gripping the back of his sweatshirt.

spencer had never felt worth more than when he was with Ethan. Ethan saw him for more than a 187 IQ or a multiple degree nerd. To Ethan, spencer was a man who had humor, deep empathy, and so so much love to give.

And it was nights like these were sometimes spencer needed a little help remembering that.

after all, thats what best friends are for right?

by two am, spencers body didn’t have any more tears to cry. He was a tired cookie sinking into his best friend’s arms.

“i, im sorry,”

spencer sounded hesitant, voice still shaky and throat still frogged. Ethan only chuckled lightly to himself, causing spencers eyebrows to knit together slightly and his head to perk up from its place on the other boys shoulder at the sound.

“spencer you've nothin to be sorry for” ethan’s soothing drawl lulled spencers worries along with the bashful smile he held for the idiotic genius in front of him.

this caused a small smile to crawl its way onto spencers lips and a blush on his cheeks.

“everyone needs a lil’ reassurance sometimes- even geniuses like you spence,”

spence. only Ethan called him spence. spencer liked when ethan called him that. the only other person who had a nickname for him was his mother, and thats a whole other can of worms filled with mommy issues we dont have time for.

these reassuring words caused the aforementioned smile to grow on his lips a centimeter or two. Spencer had now raised his head to look directly at Ethan. Their faces were so close, they could feel each others breath warming the others’ lips.

Ethan couldn't help but let his eyes drift downwards to spencer’s pink lips, the moment getting the better of him. the young genius was too busy staring into ethan’s beautiful deep brown eyes.

the bearded man tentatively lifted a hand to spencers cheek. he cupped it gently, his thumb rubbing away the tear tracks littering spencers soft cheeks. Ethan could feel the heat rising to his already warm cheeks.

this caused spencer to smile a bit, his eyes crinkling slightly from joy and bashfulness. they reminded themselves of school girls, blushing and grinning for eachother.

Ethan leaned in closer without actually touching spencers face with his, if that was possible. though it was spencer who took the final leap to close the gap.

Spencers lips felt exactly how Ethan had imagined them for months, the kiss feeling electric as they danced. Ethan had been pining for his best friend for months, but this whole experience was new for spencer. He had never really kissed anyone, and he had never really imagined it being with a man. but it felt right. like so many things had just clicked into place and spencer felt at peace in ethan’s arms

finally pulling away air, they both grinned big bashful smiles at each other. “that was nice, i like doing that. i like kissing you.” Spencer the ever logical man of science stated them as facts, though the hearts in his eyes were far from logical.

“can i kiss you again?” Ethan phrased it more like a statement than a question, but the offer still stood. instead of a response, Ethan got a kiss, which i guess one could say is a response. this time neither was caught off guard, and they could enjoy it more.

spencer felt fireworks behind his eyes to say the least.

when the pair reluctantly pulled away for air again, Ethan couldn't help but stare into spencer blown, honey brown pupils. Thais caused spencer to blush, a warmth creeping up his cheeks, blending with the buzzing lingering on his lips left by ethan’s own lips.

“i like you, ethan, like a lot”

ethan chuckled a bit, not at spencers admittance, but at the fact he fel the need to say it. “oh really spence, we practically just made out. but for the record i like you to, like a lot” Ethan had a warm smile fas as he spoke, looking down at spencer, who was still resting the side of his head against ethan’s shoulder.

spencer blushed a little when Ethan called him out, but knew he only meant it lovingly. though lovingly was the only way ethan ever spoke to spencer.

Even before spencer collapsed into his arms crying when he came over to vent about classwork, even before Ethan comforted him with no hesitation, and even before they practically made out. which was why Ethan felt the need to support

“hey spence?”

“ya?”

“you know it’s okay that you kissed a guy, ive known i was into guys since freshman year, its okay.”

spencer looked down, fiddling with his fingers like he always did. Ethan took the opportunity to take spencers hands in his. “hey, honey, look at me, it’s okay.” spencer darted his eyes up to Ethan’s and he said with an obvious frog in his throat “its okay that I kissed you, its okay that im in love with you.”

ethan’s smile was warm at spencer’s words, and he placed a peck on his cheek. “thank you handsome, thats all i wanted to hear.” spencer was even more blushy at the pet name, leaning farther into ethan’s shoulder in the hopes of obscuring his face in the other boys sweater.

“you know if your in love with me, then i think that means we should be boyfriends, right?” Ethan had a playful tone, but the questions till stood.

“i think so too, boyfriend.” spencer spoke joyfully, a smile on his face as he placed one last kiss on his now boyfriends lips.

without any other words said the new couple laid down together. spencer laid with his back resting against his boyfriends chest as he curled in on himself.

Ethan took the opportunity as the big spoon to rest in face in spencers hair, the smell of his hair gel bringing comfort.

Spencer fell asleep to the sound of ethan’s breathing and the feeling of his boyfriend’s warmth against their skin. He felt like more than enough in ethan’s arms, in ethan’s embrace.

The End

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[boldlyspeedydreamerreturns]

VoxVal fic time.

Was supposed to post this last week, but the new episodes came out and I got distracted. This was actually a request from a mutual. Enjoy 😊

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Vox threw open the door of his bedroom and flopped down on the large bed with a groan. It had been a very long day. It seemed like every other time he turned around something else was going wrong or someone needed his attention. His battery was almost completely drained. He laid there motionless for several minutes trying to decide if he should make the effort to put on his pajamas or just pass out. He heard the door open and close again. He barely turned his head enough to see Valentino standing beside the bed.

“Vox? You alive? You're on my side again, roll over.”

“Roll me over yourself, I'm too tired.” Val huffed and sat on the edge of the bed next to Vox.

“Long day?” Vox rolled his eyes at Val’s question.

“No, not at all. Why do you ask?”

“No need to get sarcastic, brat.”

“Val please…I'm really not in the mood right now.” Vox turned his head to be face down on the pillow. Valentino sighed and stood up, walking over to the other side of the bed and getting in next to Vox.

“Hey…” Val put a hand on Vox’s back, making the TV demon look up at him.

“You…want me to do that thing you like? You know, that always makes you smile.” Vox knew exactly what Val was talking about.

“Don't you dare. I'm not in the mood to have my circuits overloaded.” Valentino took this as a challenge, moving his hand up and down Vox’s back playfully.

“Are you sure, sweetie? You always like it.” Vox curled his body away from Val's touch.

“Seriously Val, it's been…a day. I just wanna relax.” Val sighed again and laid down next to Vox, inching closer to him.

“Fine fine, I won't do it. Do you want to talk about it?”

“Not really. Right now I just want some quiet.” Val wrapped all four of his arms around Vox, pulling him close, making Vox the little spoon. Vox sighed and let himself relax against Valentino. The two stayed that way for a long while until Vox turned around, tucking his screen head under Val's chin.

“I'm really tired, Val.”

“Then take a nap, Voxxy. I'll be here when you wake up.”

“No, that's not what I mean. I just…” Vox felt himself starting to shake. He hugged onto Valentino tighter.

“I'm tired of everything. Of the company, of the attention, of the responsibility, everything. I just…wanna disappear.” Val was shocked by Vox's confession. Valentino rubbed his back gently.

“Vox…please don't. I know everything can be overwhelming. Fuck, I have no room to talk, I'm overwhelmed all the time. But…if you disappeared…” Vox looked up just in time to see tears pricking in the corners of Valentino’s eyes.

“Val…”

“I know I can be an ass. I know I don't always take things seriously and sometimes…I take you for granted. But, I don't know what I'd do with myself if you were just…gone. I'm sorry.” Vox reached up, wiping away the tears from Val's eyes.

“I love you, Vox. I know I don't say it enough, but I do. And I'll say it more if you want. Just…please don't talk like that again…please.” Vox sighed softly and curled up against Valentino more.

“I love you too, Valentino. More than I probably should, but still, I love you. And…I'm sorry if I scared you just now. I do want to disappear sometimes. To just go away and not think about the responsibilities that are constantly on my shoulders. But…I won't actually leave. Not if it means leaving you behind.” Vox smiled up at Val. Valentino smiled back, leaning down and kissing Vox’s screen where his mouth was.

Val kissed all over Vox's screen, making the TV demon laugh. They stayed in each other's arms for a long while.

“If you ever do actually decide to leave everything behind, let me know so I can follow you. We'll disappear together. Velvet can handle things on her own.” Vox laughed again at Valentino's words.

“Maybe it's not disappearing completely, but I could definitely use a vacation at the very least.” Vox tucked his head back under Val's chin. Valentino smiled and hugged Vox tighter.

“I could get on board with that. Things have been insane in the studio lately.” The two shared a laugh. Vox yawned.

“Something to talk about later. I really do need to get some rest.”

“Alright my love. Sleep well.” Val kissed Vox one more time before getting comfortable, pulling the blanket over them, both slowly falling asleep.

Neither seemed to notice they were both still in their regular clothes, but it didn't seem to matter.

[cosmopolitan-thedrink]

Way Too Long

Another Destiel fic bc I'm obsessed with them

Warnings- hurt and comfort, i'm not sure how to tag this lol it's just dean and cas loving on each other

There’s a soft but sharp knock on the door of the bunker. Dean's head perks up because he’s not expecting anyone. He's immediately suspicious and grabs the gun from the table and makes his way to the door. He peeks through the peephole and gasps. Frantically undoing the lock, he flings open the door and is certainly faced with a sight for sore eyes. 

An angel of the Lord, Castiel. His angel. 

“Cas..” he whispers, unable to stop the tears threatening to spill from his eyes. Cas gives a soft, pained smile and wipes his own eyes. 

“Hello Dean”

Dean pulls him into a tight embrace, scared that if he lets go, he’ll disappear again. 

“Cas.. you- you’re… alive?” he asks breathlessly. 

The angel nods slowly and pulls back to look at Dean, smiling with tears welling in his eyes. 

“Dammit, I could just kiss you.” 

Dean says with a shaky laugh. 

“Please..” he whispers. 

Dean’s heart pounds and he pulls back to look at him more. Seeing the pain and exhaustion in his eyes, he does. 

He gently puts his hands on either side of his face, wipes the tears on the angel's cheeks with his thumb, and every so softly connects their lips, feeling the tremble of his lips and tasting the salty tears. He feels the ecstasy and flame in his chest, the warmth and the joy. Cas smiles through the kiss, wrapping his arms around Dean’s waist, pulling him impossibly close. 

Dean pulls back slightly and puts his forehead on the angel’s. Both breathing heavy, he whispers 

“I've wanted to do that” he cuts himself off with a shaky breath. 

“For way too long.”

[gothamite-rambler]

Wally: Okay I get he's your dad, but you are being such a bitch right now!

Rose (slowly turning to the fast runner): Call me a bitch again.

Rose walked over to Wally, close to his body.

Rose (disturbingly calm): Do it... Call me a bitch again.

Wally (nervously): I'm sorry, did I say bitch? I meant you're being a little rude to us.

Rose (relaxed): See now you're being smart and I can be calm when I say that you might be right and I apologize. I have to work off this pent up rage with a sparring partner. Thank you for making me realize that.

Wally (hugging himself scared): Yep, no problem.

Rose calmly walked passed Wally, Jason following behind her.

Jason: We're gonna train!

Wally: She scares me.

Raven (patting Wally on the arm): You don't match her energy plus this is Slade we're talking about.

Wally: Fair, fair... hey Dick isn't around are those two fucking?

Raven (chuckling): My lips are sealed.

Wally gasped, covering his mouth but nodded understanding it was better to keep this secret.

[firewolf111]

Hello! If your asks are still open can I request Logince + secret relationship? Thank you!

Thank so much for the request! <3

I had so many ideas for this prompt and couldn't decide, so you get multiple small scenarios.

(I was bored anyways, so may as well write them all)

Hope you enjoy!

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Roman and Logan: *alone in the kitchen flirting*

Logan: *Gently grabbing Roman by the collar to pull him in for a kiss*

Virgil: *walking in* ... What are you two doing?

Logan: ...uhhhh

Roman: Fighting.

Logan: ... *looking at him confused*

Roman: What? If you didn't want me to eat your jar of Crofters, should have put your name on it. And honestly, the insults just wrote themselves. I mean, look at you.

Logan: Why you-

Virgil: Well, that's my cue to leave. Have fun. I saw nothing. I am not a witness. My money is on Logan. *leaves*

Roman: Wait! Hold on! *offended noises*

Logan: ...Does this mean I have to punch you?

Roman: ...

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Roman and Logan: *having a movie date night in Roman's room*

Patton: *knocking on the door*

Roman: *pausing the movie and calling out* Yes?

Patton: Have you seen Logan, kiddo? I haven't been able to find him?

Roman: ....ummmm. Have you tried the basement?

Patton: .....No. I suppose I haven't. Thanks kiddo! *walks away from the door*

Logan: *staring at him*

Roman: What?

Logan: I don't know which of you two are stupider.

Roman: What are you talking about?

Logan: We don't have a basement.

Roman: ...shoot.

Roman: How quickly do you think Remus can build a basement?

..................

Janus: I know you guys are dating.

Roman: *spluttering*

Logan: What makes you say that?

Janus: I've seen you two holding hands.

Roman: I like affection.

Janus: You've spent a lot of alone time together.

Logan: Well, yes. We need to cooperate with each other to complete Thomas's projects.

Janus: I've heard you two flirting with each other.

Logan: *glancing at Roman* Have you met him? He'd try to charm a lamp.

Janus: *groaning* How have neither of you two lied so far? Okay. Answer this. Are you two dating?

Logan: ...

Roman: ...

Janus: Ha! I knew it! That's a yes.

Logan: No, actually. That was not a yes.

Janus: *pausing* What?

Logan: The answer was not a yes.

Janus: *baffled* How was that not a lie?! You two seriously aren't dating?

Logan: *raises an eyebrow*

Janus: *now flustered* Well! You two sure act like it! *Storms off*

Roman: ...wait?! I thought we were dating? Have we not been?!

Logan: Of course we have been, dear.

Roman: But then, how...

Logan: *shrugging* Well, he asked his question, and when we were silent, he claimed, "That's a yes." But it wasn't a yes because silence is not a yes. So I simply told him that that answer was not a yes. I didn't lie.

Roman: I love your genius.

.............

Remus: *flopping on to Roman's bed* Tell your boy toy to stop ignoring me.

Roman: *spluttering* What?! I do not have a "boy toy"!

Remus: Yes, you do.

Roman: I assure you, I do not.

Remus: *rolling his eyes* Sorry, I meant boyfriend.

Roman: Well, I don't have one of those either.

Remus: *Tossing Roman's diary on the bed* Really? Because you went on and on about that nerd and his smarts. Not to mention *flutters his eyelashes* his "dreamy voice" and how you love it when he talks about his interests. And all that other disgusting lovey-dovey stuff.

Roman: *spluttering* Wh-

Remus: Also, you called him your boyfriend on every other page. And every petname under the sun. Really could use some spice, though. It was very plain and vanilla.

Roman: Why would you read my diary?!

Remus: Why not? I was bored.

Remus: Now go tell your boy toy to stop ignoring me. It's no fun.

[ao3sbatfamily]

'Half in Love' by timeturners

Author: @timeturnerz

It’s Batman, the man with whom Clark is half in love.

“I won’t ask again,” says Batman.

Clark is deriving a lot of amusement from the fact that Batman doesn’t know that Clark is Superman. He feels giddy. This has never happened before, that Clark-as-a-civilian has run into Batman.

“I’m a journalist – my name’s Clark Kent and–”

“I know who you are,” Batman says shortly. “I asked what you’re doing. You’re supposed to be in hiding.”

“How do you know that?” asks Clark. “Did you run into Bruce?”

“He’s calling the police right now.”

“Good,” says Clark. “I need to find him and get us both to safety.”

Batman stares at him for a second. “He’s accounted for. It’s you whom I need to get to safety.”

[number-one-shadisper-shipper]

Turns out all I needed to get this fic finished was a road trip!

As Amy comes back from her trip of giving her love to the world, Sonic has to figure out a different kind of love: romantic love. Yeah, the sappy, gushy kind. He knows he cares about Amy, but does he love her? And if he does, is it the same as the way she loves him? And does that even matter?

Sonic always went out running whenever he had to think seriously about something. The wind blew through him, clearing his mind, and the steady beat of his sneakers on the ground beneath him helped him focus. And he certainly needed that focus now.

Amy was coming back from her trip today.

Sonic put on a burst of speed and once again checked the text she'd sent yesterday on his wrist communicator. I'm finally coming home tomorrow! My trip has been so good 😊 😊 😊 I have so much to tell you! Hope to see ya soon! followed by a bunch of heart and smiley face emojis.

Normally Sonic would've immediately shot back a Can't wait to see you! or maybe a smiley and a thumbs up. But the realization that Amy was finally coming back-- and right away-- had caused him to freeze up in panic.

Not that he wasn't excited to have Amy back. He was super excited. He'd missed her a lot while she was gone, especially with Tails off on his own adventures as well and Knuckles back on Angel Island for the time being. Amy had been gone on her trip for a while now. Sharing her love with the world.

He had gotten a few chances to see her, their paths crossing as they both traveled their own paths across the globe. Like in Chu-nan, where they met up to watch the New Year's fireworks together. A fun, perfect night. But besides those brief encounters, Amy was out doing her own thing.

And Sonic missed her.

But now she was coming back! Which meant that really important thinking-- which he'd promised himself he'd do over the many weeks that Amy was gone (and hadn't done)-- needed to be done NOW. He couldn't push it back any more.

He had to figure out what his relationship with Amy was going to be like moving forward.

It was only a decision that would affect literally the rest of his life. He could definitely get it all figured out on just one run. Heh.

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