#and things finally started falling into place just now

[penny-anna]

travelling home after christmas today

checking my tickets this morning to make sure everything is in order. realise i somehow booked a 2-stage journey with a change at Doncaster rather than a direct ticket.

aw fuck. :(

report this to my sister who suggests trains might not be running as usual. assure her that it's definitely my fault

arrive at station. my train is at 13:03. there is also a direct Edinburgh train at 13:00. longingly watch the direct train depart. :(

my train is somehow running 5 minutes late in spite of starting at King's Cross?? wym you're running late. you haven't been anywhere.

anyway this is a problem bcos i only have 11 minutes to change at Doncaster.

train also doesn't start boarding until maybe 2 minutes before scheduled departure. there are around 200 people trying to board. we are not leaving at 13:08.

finally leave at around quarter past. yeah i am not making this connection. i didn't have a seat reserved so no great loss.

notice that the app now says my connecting train is delayed due to 'overcrowding'. ehh i don't think i want to get that train anyway.

the connecting train isn't delayed enough for my to catch it. phew, i think, bullet dodged!!

the next train to Edinburgh arrives. it was also delayed leaving Kings Cross for the same unclear reasons as my original train. it's booked solid but the screen says there are seats available in coach C so off i go.

attempt to board the train. the vestibule is so full of people that im honestly not sure i can fit.

manage to fit. oh fuck. oh this is not a good train to be on.

various people are scouting out coach C in seach of seats and come back without. decide to make a trip myself as they were a couple and i'm a lone traveller so might have more success.

i have my big rucksack on + an extra bag so im just barging my way through there. there's people standing in the aisle. way unpassable.

return to the vestibule.

someone has left a very large buggy in the vestibule, unfolded, seemingly abandoned, unbelievably in the way.

someone suggests that we could fold the buggy. everyone agrees this is a good idea but no-one is the buggy's owner.

i ask if anyone knows who the buggy belongs to and someone points to a woman halfway down the carriage, beyond a bunch more standing people.

people are needing to get through to the bathroom. attempt to put myself on the other side of the buggy to clear a path. almost get stuck bcos w all my bags i am just so so large.

manage to get to the other side of the buggy and take off my backpack so i'm not taking up so much space. add my backpack to the luggage piled in front of the luggage rack.

someone returns from the adjoining vestibule with news of more space for luggage, suggests we move the buggy

collectively manage to get the buggy's owner over. she tells us she is travelling alone with 5 children. now feel kind of bad about being annoyed by the buggy.

buggy is too wide to go to the next vestibule without being folded. she say she can't fold it because it's got bags in it and there's nowhere to put the bags.

it's pointed out that she can put the bags in the other luggage rack where there is (apparently) more space. the buggy is removed and we all have space to actually move around.

my rucksack is at constant risk of fallling off the luggage pile and it's on the other side of the carriage door so not much i can do. another passenger is kindly keeping it in place for me.

also a problem w standing on long haul trains is that they are just not designed for it so there's nowhere to hold on and i almost fall into people several times.

okay we are coming up on York. maybe, i think optimistically, a bunch of people will get off at York (it's a big station) and things will improve

ohh god things do not improve

more people pile into the vestibule including a couple with a very large suitcase and a baby

suitcase has nowhere to go except the middle of the corridor. couple debate whether they should just get off the train and find alternative transport. woman says (reasonably) that she doesn't want to stand holding the baby for 3 hours to Edinburgh.

before they can come to a conclusion the train leaves

predictably the vestibule is now home to a crying baby

a man comes out of the coach w a bag from the buffet service. asks politely if he can get through so he can go back to his seat.

oh we are SO sorry but you are going to be here a while :(

manage to get my rucksack properly onto the luggage rack :)

after a while the man w the buffet car bag says that at the next station he's going to get off the train and back on at the next entrance in hope of getting back to his seat

we wish him godspeed. he gets off the train. never see him again. i hope he made it.

we are now not far from Durham. very large man w a very large bag comes through, smacks everyone with his bag, and then almost dislodges my backpack taking his suitcase out from underneath it

announces confidently which side the train doors will open on.

ok we have a shot here. on my previous recce i noticed a whole group of seats marked reserved to Durham. tell myself that i must act swiftly and decisively when we get to Durham.

by this point im having significant foot pains from too much train standing.

we arrive at Durham. the big group mentioned leaves and then a reshuffle commences

family of 5 kids mentioned previously (remember them??) are moving to take over the vacated table. observing events it looks like there's going to be 1 free seat left.

there's 2 people closer to the seat and i can't just barge past them BUT they are together. ask if one of them wants the seat.

they do not want the seat!!

move swiftly & decisively to take the seat.

it is covered and i mean covered in popcorn but i will take what i can get at this stage.

from beneath the seats me and some other helpul passengers retrieve a dropped pair of gloves, a hat and a toy Sonic the Hedgehog which we return to their owners.

finally sit.

take off coat put in eye drops begin drinking delicious 7up i've been carrying since kings cross etc.

at the next stop the person in the other seat leaves and am joined by another of the group from the vestibule. we sit and quietly read our books :3

[rose24207]

hey pretty! how are you? can you please do a story where reader is pregnant and lando is constantly freaking out and panicing at the thought of raising and being responsible for a human?

Mr. Overthinking

Summary: Lando navigates the overwhelming mix of excitement and fear about becoming a dad, constantly panicking but finding reassurance in your steady support.

Genre: fluff

TW: Pregnancy, short

A/N: Hello! I‘m doing fine thank you very much! Currently enjoying my winter break before school begins and my pre finals are starting! How are you?

English is not my first language. I hope you enjoy it though! Requests are open and welcome!

Masterlist

Lando had been excited when you’d first told him the news. Scratch that, he’d been over the moon. He’d hugged you so tightly you’d had to remind him—gently—that there was a baby in there.

But as the months passed, his excitement started to tangle with something else: fear.

It began subtly. He started triple-checking the locks every night before bed, ��just in case.” Then, there were the endless Google searches.

"How to prepare milk for the baby?"

"What if the baby hates me?"

"Top 10 things that can go wrong when changing a diaper."

Now, at seven months pregnant, you were used to his nervous energy. Tonight, however, he was on another level entirely.

“Babe, we need to baby-proof the house,” Lando announced as he paced the living room, a stack of parenting books in hand.

You looked up from the couch, hand resting on your belly. “Lando, the baby’s not even here yet.”

“Exactly!” he exclaimed, wide-eyed. “We’re running out of time. Do you know how many sharp corners are in this house? Or how slippery the floors are? And what if I can’t teach them to ride a bike? What if they fall and—”

“Lando,” you interrupted, fighting back a laugh, “the baby won’t be riding a bike for years. Can we focus on, I don’t know, getting through labor first?”

He groaned, running his hands through his curls. “Don’t remind me. What if I pass out? What if I say something dumb? What if I’m holding the baby and I—”

“Drop them?” you finished, smirking.

He nodded, looking utterly horrified.

You sighed, patting the seat next to you. “Come here, Mr. Overthinking.”

Lando hesitated, still clutching his stack of books like they were a lifeline, but eventually plopped down beside you. You took his hand, placing it gently on your belly.

“Feel that?” you whispered as the baby kicked.

His eyes lit up, the panic softening for a moment as he grinned. “Yeah.”

“They’re already so strong. And they’re going to be okay because they have you. You’re going to be an amazing dad, Lando.”

His lips pressed into a wobbly smile, and you saw his eyes glisten. “But what if I mess up?”

“You will,” you said simply, squeezing his hand. “We both will. But that’s part of being a parent. And we’ll figure it out together, okay?”

He nodded, exhaling deeply. “Together.”

For a few moments, there was silence. Then, Lando frowned. “Wait. What if they inherit my driving skills? Or worse, my sense of direction?”

You couldn’t help but burst out laughing. “God help us all.”

Lando smiled sheepishly, leaning his forehead against yours. “Okay, I’m done freaking out. For now.”

“For now,” you agreed, kissing his cheek.

In that moment, with his hand on your belly and the future stretching out before you, you knew you’d be okay. Panics and all.

Thank you for reading!

[silent-stories]

𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x reader

Summary: Noah has trouble sleeping. Except when he's with you.

Tw: anxiety, insomnia, fluff

Noah had always struggled with sleeping. For as long as he could remember, a good night of sleep had been a distant dream, something just out of reach.

His head was always full of thoughts and his chest was heavy with an imaginary yet so real weight.

Nights were the hardest for him—his mind raced with thoughts, overanalyzing everything: the smallest doubts, the big uncertainties of life, songs he was working on but couldn't get perfect, the upcoming shows, and a problem with band merch he ordered but hadn't arrived yet.

His body would feel the tension, the weight of exhaustion, but his mind wouldn't cooperate. It was a never-ending cycle that left him frustrated, drained, and sometimes even a little hopeless.

But then, there was you. You had been by his side for years, through everything. You were there when Bad Omens was just a small band doing shows that had a maximum of one hundred people in the audience, and you were there when he sang on stage with Oli Sykes.

You were the one constant, the one person who seemed to understand him in a way no one else did, not even Nicholas and the rest of the band, sometimes. And, strangely, whenever you were around, sleep became easier to grasp.

It was subtle at first. He didn’t realize it right away, but whenever you were near him, whether sitting next to him on his bed after a long day, lying on the couch watching Tokyo Ghoul until late, or simply hanging out at your place and chatting during the night, he found himself drifting off faster than he ever could alone. It wasn't like any magic trick, or some profound change in his routine. It was you. You were the one who somehow made sleep feel less like a battle.

At first, Noah dismissed it, unsure of what was going on. He wondered if it was the way you were there—your presence somehow conforting him. Maybe it was the calming energy you exuded without even trying. He couldn’t pinpoint it, but there was something about you that eased him. He thought it might be the warmth of your body near his, your soft laugh in the silence of the night, the way your hand played with his fingers while watching a stupid movie.

There was something comforting about your closeness—how you made him feel safe enough to finally let go. Maybe it was the way you allowed him to rest his head on your stomach, feeling the soft rise and fall of your breath, the rhythmic beat of your heart. It became his anchor. With you nearby, he could finally relax. And, somehow, he found himself falling asleep much quicker than ever before.

Noah didn’t quite understand why it worked this way. You two had been friends for so long that it never crossed his mind to analyze the situation. But every time you spent the night at his house or he at yours, and he sank into deeper sleep beside you, he couldn't ignore the feeling that you were the key to his peace. He had been around people before, slept in bed with other people, and yet, it was only with you that sleep seemed attainable.

Part of him felt guilty—guilty for needing you in this way, guilty for relying on you when it was supposed to be something he could manage himself. But another part of him was grateful, so deeply thankful for your presence, for the comfort you unknowingly provided. It was as though, in a world that felt so overwhelming, you were the one thing that could bring him peace.

You loved the quiet evenings at your place, when the soft hum of some anime filled the room as you and Noah were sprawled on the bed, each of you nestled into your own little corner of the pillows.

"Dude! You didn't tell me Hide was still alive!"

"I would have ruined the surprise, look at your face now!"

You chuckled, shaking your head.

You were halfway through an episode, the light of the screen flickering across the dark room, when Noah's exhaustion slowly started to catch up with him and his gaze softened as he sank further into the comfort of your bed.

You glanced over at him, noticing how his eyelids seemed to be growing heavier with each passing minute. His usual chatter had quieted down, and now, the only sounds were the faint rustling of his clothes as he shifted, trying to get comfortable. He wasn't one to admit it, but you could tell he was tired. Really tired.

You knew he had trouble falling asleep, even though you had never seen him struggle with it when you were together, because he had mentioned it a couple of times, and you weren't about to wake him up to watch the last episode of the season.

You reached over, grabbing the blanket that was bunched up near your legs, and pulled it over the both of you, draping it loosely over his body too. It was a simple gesture, but one that you knew would make him feel more at ease. The bed was warm, and the space around him felt safe.

Noah’s hand, which had been resting beside him, moved slightly, searching for something. Your fingers brushed against his as he tried to find you in his half-conscious daze. Smiling softly, you let him take your hand, intertwining your fingers gently. He squeezed your hand once, his body finally settling, and that’s when you knew he was starting to drift.

The sounds from the show faded into the background as his breathing deepened, slower and more steady. He’d been fighting sleep for so long, but in your presence, surrounded by the quiet comfort of your room and the low murmur of the anime, it seemed like he couldn’t hold out anymore. The rise and fall of his chest began to slow, and before long, his head tilted slightly to the side, resting softly against your shoulder, his mouth slightly open.

You didn’t move. Instead, you let him be, the way he always let you be when you needed comfort.

His breathing was rhythmic now, soft and deep, the kind of sleep that only comes when someone feels completely safe. You glanced down at him, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

You shifted slightly, adjusting the blankets and making sure he was comfortable, but Noah didn’t stir.

You also loved the nights at Noah’s place, when the band was off doing their own thing, leaving you and Noah alone in his room, as usual. The bed was slightly messy with clothes and gear scattered around, and the low hum of the TV created a soft background to your conversation.

You were lying on your stomach, flicking through your phone, while Noah stretched out beside you, his head resting on his arm as you chatted.

“I mean,” he continued, his voice playful, “when I was a kid, I used to tell people Jackie Chan was my dad.”

You blinked, trying to process what he just said. “Wait, what?”

Noah shrugged, the grin never leaving his face. “Yeah, when I was like... maybe 13 or 14? I’d go around showing people a picture of Jackie Chan and say, ‘This is my dad.’”

You raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. “Why would you do that?"

“I don't know,” he said, laughing at the memory. “I was convinced it would make me cool. I’d pull out the picture—one from a magazine or something—and tell everyone that he was my dad.”

You chuckled, still processing it. “Okay, but what did people say when they saw it? Like, did they believe you?”

Noah smirked, leaning back against his pillows. “Most of them were like, ‘Wait, is that Jackie Chan?’ And I’d just be like, ‘Nope, that’s my dad.’ Like, no hesitation. Just totally confident about it.”

You laughed so hard you almost fell off the bed. “Wait, hold up. You actually said that? You didn’t try to explain? Just, ‘Nope, that’s my dad? And he randomly looks exactly like Jackie Chan?'"

“Yep,” Noah said, chuckling. “I’d be like, ‘No, that’s not Jackie Chan, what are you talking about?, that’s my dad.’ I’d act all casual about it too."

“I'm sure they all believed you,” you said, barely able to contain your laughter.

"Hey! Don't make fun of me now."

You shook your head in disbelief, still grinning. "Oh I'm not! That's one of the coolest things I know about you!"

"Okay, shut up now."

As the laughter died down, there was a peaceful silence. You both relaxed into the bed, the soft glow of the lamp casting gentle shadows on the walls. Noah, his eyes heavy, turned his head toward you, his body shifting closer as he found a comfortable spot.

He seemed so at peace in moments like this, with his hair splayed around the pillow and a slight stubble on his face that made your skin tingle every time he left a kiss on your cheek.

Slowly, his breathing deepened, and you realized that the ridiculous story had done what it always did—made him relax. Little did you know that the sound of your voice, more specifically the sound of your soft laugh, had also played its part.

You glanced at him, smiling softly. “You know I’ll never let you live that Jackie Chan story down. Like, ever.”

He grinned, eyes still closed, mumbling, “I’m okay with that. Just cause it's you.”

And, with that, he drifted off to sleep, your laughter still hanging in the air.

And then, there are the nights you and Noah didn’t spend together.

It was a typical night, one where you and Noah had gone your separate ways after hanging out all evening. You were at your our place, cozy in bed still on your phone, scrolling through social media, even if it was starting to get late, while Noah was at his house with the band, sleeping, or so you thought.

The silence of the night had settled in when your phone buzzed. You looked at the screen, a message from Noah popping up:

Noah: Hey, are you awake?

You weren’t exactly sleepy yet, and something about the message made you pause for a second, wondering if something was off. You quickly typed back:

You: Yeah. What’s up?

The message came almost immediately after yours:

Noah: Can I call you?

You were a bit surprised, but you could tell something was off. You quickly tapped the phone to call him before he could send another text.

You waited for the line to pick up, the ringing echoing in your ear. A few seconds later, you heard Noah’s groggy voice.

"Hey," he said, his tone a little rough and tired, "I can't sleep."

You felt a wave of relief wash over you that he was okay, but something in his voice made you worry. “You’re not feeling sick or anything, are you?”

“No, I’m fine,” Noah muttered, but it sounded like he was trying to fight off exhaustion. “Just... can’t sleep. I’ve been lying here for hours.”

You frowned, sitting up a little in bed. “You scared me. I thought something happened.”

“No, nothing happened. Just... I can't fucking sleep."

You could hear the frustration in his voice, and it made your chest tighten.

There was a little pause and you could feel him slipping into his thoughts again. So, in an effort to pull his mind away from whatever it was that was keeping him awake, you decided to tell him something to distract him.

“So, when I got home tonight,” you started, leaning back against your pillows, “I found a cat in my backyard.”

Noah let out a soft grunt, clearly intrigued. “A cat? Was it your neighbors'?”

You chuckled a little at his curiosity. “Not exactly. It was a stray, I think. It didn’t let me get close at all. Kept running away from me whenever I tried.”

“Aww, poor thing,” Noah said, his voice already softening.

“Yeah, it looked pretty hungry,” you continued, trying to keep the conversation light. “So, I left it a can of tuna outside. I didn’t have anything else, but I figured it might help a little.”

"That's sweet."

“Well, yeah,” you said with a smile. “I couldn’t just leave it there. It seemed so skinny. I hope it eats it. Maybe it’ll stick around.”

“Do you think it’s gonna come back?” he asked.

“Maybe,” you said, stretching out in bed, trying to keep your voice casual. “I mean, if it’s really hungry, it probably will. I’m hoping it doesn’t just go off somewhere else. It seemed like it really needed food. And love.”

There was a pause on the other end of the line. You could tell Noah was picturing the scene, likely imagining the little stray cat outside in the dark. After a moment, he spoke up again.

"I hope it’s okay.”

“I hope so too,” you said softly. “I’ll keep an eye on it and let you know if it comes back. I’ll be sure to keep feeding it if it does.”

Noah’s voice softened even more when he spoke again. “You’re good... You know that, right?”

"I just left it a tuna can, Noah."

"I'm not only talking about the cat. It's almost 2 a.m and you are here talking to me because I can't sleep. Not everyone would do that."

You smiled, feeling your heart warm. “I care about you, Noah. You know I do. And I care about cats too." You added the last part with a chuckle.

“I'm glad you do, really. Thank you. I don’t say it enough.” Noah said with a yawn. “I hope the kitten will be still there tomorrow.”

“I’ll let you know if I see it again,” you said. “And I’ll be sure to give the backyard buddy more food if it comes back."

You could hear him chuckling softly, but then his voice started to quiet down again. He was fading, his breath becoming slower, deeper.

"Alright," he mumbled.

There was another long pause, and then, you heard it—Noah’s breathing had slowed, becoming even and rhythmic. You weren’t sure if he’d heard you, but then you heard a soft snore.

You smiled softly, happy to know he was finally getting some rest, but you stayed on the line for a few more minutes, making sure everything was okay. You could hear the calm rise and fall of his breath, the sound of him finally finding peace.

Your heart swelled with a mix of affection and understanding. Sometimes, you didn’t need to say much. Just being there to talk about random things in the middle of the night was enough.

Slowly, you pulled the phone away from your ear, a quiet smile on your face. As you hung up, you whispered to the empty room, “Goodnight, Noah.”

And with that, you settled back into your own bed feeling comforted knowing you could help him a bit when he needed you.

And then, there was the night he realized that how he felt about you wasn't exactly how he should feel about a best friend.

It had been hours. Hours of tossing and turning in bed, of staring at the ceiling, of the quiet sounds of the guys in their respective rooms. The restlessness, the heaviness in his chest seemed too much. He’d been trying to sleep since midnight, but now, the clock was nearing 3 AM, and it wasn’t getting any easier.

Noah sat up in his bed, running a hand through his messy hair in frustration. His body felt exhausted, but his mind? It was still awake, thinking too much, filled with thoughts he couldn’t push away. The only thing that ever helped was hearing your voice.

He grabbed his phone, almost instinctively, and typed out a text to you.

Noah: I'm gonna be a pain in the ass again

Noah: are you still up by any chance?

A few moments later, your reply popped up.

You: Yep

Relief washed over him as he read your message. He stared at his phone for a moment before typing out his next question.

Noah: Can I call you?

The wait felt endless, though it was only a few seconds. Then, the response came:

You: Gimme ten minutes.

Ten minutes. Noah frowned, puzzled. What could that mean? Ten minutes? Was it a code? Did you have something going on? Maybe you were busy. But at three in the morning?

Maybe you were with someone else. The thought hit him like a wave—was there someone else? A guy? A guy in your bed that wasn’t him? His chest tightened as the idea planted itself firmly in his mind. He tried to push it away, but the more he thought about it, the worse it seemed.

No. That couldn’t be right. You were his best friend. If you had a boyfriend or someone, it wasn't a problem.

Right?

The thought of you with someone else gnawed at him, eating away at his insides. Maybe he had no reason to feel this way. After all, you were just friends. But as the minutes passed and his overthinking spiraled out of control, Noah couldn’t shake the feeling that maybe, he wasn’t supposed to feel like this about you.

His mind was racing, heart pounding. Why was he feeling this way? It was just you, right? But then, the moment that snapped him out of his thoughts came when he heard the unmistakable sound of the front door opening downstairs.

Noah blinked, confused. Was someone leaving the house?

He pushed himself up from his bed, trying to shake off the strange sense of unease that had gripped him. He stepped into the hallway, peering down the stairs. The door clicked shut behind you.

There, standing at the bottom of the stairs in the dim light of the hallway, was you. You were wearing sweatpants and a hoodie—his hoodie, the Bad Omens one he had given you a while ago. It was a small thing, but seeing you in it, with your hair tied up and your face still soft from sleep (showing that when Noah texted you you were actually sleeping), made Noah’s heart skip a beat. There was no guy. No one else. It was just you. There. For him. Because he couldn’t sleep.

You gave him a little smile. "Hey."

Noah couldn’t speak at first. He just stood there, watching you approach. All the anxiety and overthinking he'd been battling melted away when you took his hand gently in yours, your fingers cool from the night air.

"Hey."

It was a simple gesture, but it was exactly what he needed. You didn’t say anything else; you didn’t need to. The way you held his hand, the way you guided him back to his room, was enough.

He followed you back to his room in silence. As soon as you entered, you led him to his bed. The room felt warm now, the kind of warmth that only comes from someone being exactly where they were needed. You motioned for him to lie down, and without a word, he did.

You climbed into bed beside him, gently placing his head on your stomach. The soft fabric of your hoodie brushed against his cheek, and he could feel the steady rise and fall of your breath beneath him.

You reached out, running your fingers through his hair, the comforting rhythm of your touch calming him, making his mind slow down. Your fingers scratched lightly at his scalp, and for the first time that night, Noah felt the tension leave his body.

He closed his eyes, finally allowing himself to rest. Everything felt right, like he was exactly where he needed to be. He’d never felt so cared for in his life. You hadn’t said much, but your presence spoke louder than any words ever could.

"Why did you come?" he whispered after a few moments, his voice barely audible. His heart was racing for a different reason now—because, in that moment, he realized just how much you meant to him. More than just a close friend. How much you always had, and how he was afraid of losing you.

You smiled softly, your fingers still weaving through his hair. "Because you needed me." you whispered.

For the first time in hours, Noah felt really at peace. You had helped him in a way no one else could, just by being there, by taking care of him, by simply holding him.

It was the most tender thing anyone had ever done for him. And as he drifted off, he realized just how important you were in his life, more than a best friend, more than he had ever allowed himself to believe.

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[kawoala]

hi!! i would like to request sakusa having a very cheerful girlfriend who gradually changes her appearance little by little, he doesn’t notice it because he thinks she’s beautiful in any way, like lets say she used to have this fluffy wavy hair then she just smoothen it and her clothes used to have fun patterns on them now its just plain. then one day he just goes “what happened to your hair?” And she just breaks down because she did all that so that she could fit into his ‘type’. you can make it as fluffy or as angsty as you wantt, thank youu sm💗💗

𝐊𝐈𝐘𝐎𝐎𝐌𝐈 𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐒𝐀 fit in word count ; (777) content warning ; (first time writing for him BEAR WITH ME, curly hair! reader, insecurity, angst to comfort, profanity, crying)

It starts off small. So small, in fact, that Kiyoomi convinces himself that he’s imagining things.

The first thing he notices is small. A mute blue hoodie instead of your usual bright yellow one. If he were anyone else, he wouldn’t have even noticed it. He thought it was odd at the moment, but assumed you just hadn’t done laundry.

The next thing he notices is that you’ve been gradually replacing your loud jewelry— different shaped beads of all shapes and colors— with simple, silver jewelry. He wants to comment on it, but he assumes you’re just trying out new things. You’ve always liked to do that, right?

When you start straightening your hair more often and wearing it in slick-backs, he’s confused. You’re basically a shell of your past self by now. Fun, loud colors turned to dark, muted colors. If he was paying closer attention, he would compare it to his own closet and see the similarity. Jewelry that clinks against each other with each step, is now a simple chain with a heart pendant. Your beautiful curly hair— now straight, hanging down your back as you do the dishes.

Kiyoomi sits at the dining room table, eyes narrowed as he pieces all of this change together. His chin is in his hand, his elbow on the table, one finger framing his face. He wants to say something— badly. But if he does? Who knows what will happen. Maybe you’re just growing. That’s a thing people do, right? People change over the years. Kiyoomi knows he sure as hell has.

“You straightened your hair,” he finally says, breaking the silence. He watches as you stop scrubbing the dish you're holding. “And you stopped wearing your jewelry.”

You hesitate to answer, he can see that. Your body twitches as if it’s going to turn around, but you don’t. You continue scrubbing at the dish. “I, um, got overstimulated. Couldn’t deal with the curls and the, uh, loud beads.”

Kiyoomi hums, because he knows you’re lying. There’s a shake to your voice that he can’t quite place.

“Do you not like it?” Your voice is quiet. Tentative. Timid. Something he’s never heard from you before.

He stands from the table and walks over to you, standing directly behind you. “I love you in all shapes and forms,” he says. “But you straightened your hair yesterday. And the day before that. And you put your jewelry in a box in the closet.” You turn to look at him, eyes widened a fraction. “Yeah, I saw it.” He frowns. “What’s going on? Why are you… changing yourself?”

You press your lips together and avoid his eyes. He takes your chin in his hand, making you look at him. His heart skips at the sight of tears on your waterline. “What’s wrong, Y/n?”

“I… I was just…” you can’t even get your sentence out. “You’re so clean. You and your family are… You’re nice and proper and rich and I am not. I am loud and obnoxious and I dress like an elementary school teacher and my hair is loud and big and I do not fit in with you.”

Kiyoomi is stunned. The words tumble out of your mouth, tears fall down your cheeks and Kiyoomi can’t move. His lips part in a desperate attempt to speak, but nothing comes out.

Kiyoomi has never been one for physical affection. Growing up, his parents never hugged him. His sister was much older, so she wasn’t around to fulfill that either. But in this moment, as the tears don’t stop and you’re practically choking on your own breath, Kiyoomi presses your face into his chest and wraps his arms around you.

“You are perfect just the way you are,” Kiyoomi mumbles into your hair. “I love your big, curly hair and I love the way you dress and I love you. You don’t need to change who you are just because you think you don’t fit in. You do fit in with me. And who gives a fuck what my parents think, hm? They don’t even know you, Y/n, but if they did, they would love you too. It’s not how you dress, or how you act, it’s you. I love you.”

Slowly but surely, your breathing steadies. You’re no longer choking on your own breath, no longer shaking. You keep your face pressed into his chest.

You pull away eventually and stare up at him with big, wet eyes. “I love you too.”

He presses another kiss into your hair and smiles down at you. “Good. Now, what do you want for dinner? I’ll make it tonight, okay?”

[theseraphimficwriter]

mambabarang!ghost x reader

warnings . use of witchcraft, body horror explained in detail, gore, reader is clueless of ghost’s job as a witch, yandere ghost

contents . mambabarang is basically a witch in my culture, but they’re much more brutal :)

mambabarang!ghost, who found out there was a new fella in town. based on the rumors he heard from his neighbors, she was a beautiful young woman. so, ofcourse he went to go see for himself!

mambabarang!ghost, who swore that he’s not looking at a human when he saw you—rather, an angel. a skin color that matches your beauty, hair that he wants to pull– oh, maybe not too soon, but he wants to pull on it one day, just to see if it’s real, because he can’t believe what he’s seeing right now.

mambabarang!ghost, who expected that there were gonna be a shitload of men flocking to you, asking for your number. though, you were new, so he wasn’t going to be like these other pests. “hey,” he murmured softly, enough to hear over the crowd of men basically at their knees for you. as soon as you turn your head towards him, giving him a small “yes?”, he was sure he fell inlove...a little bit.

mambabarang!ghost, who introduces himself to you as "simon riley", not wanting to freak you out with his alias, "ghost", which he mostly used for his witchcraft. “you’re new here, right?” he would ask, stealing your attention off of the other men yelling for you. “then let me give you a small tour? get you away from these men, they can’t contain themselves once a pretty little thing steps in the village, you know?” he takes your hand, dragging you away.

mambabarang!ghost, who waves at you with a soft smile after his tour, giving you a perfect first impression on this "nice guy that offered to give you a tour".

mambabarang!ghost, who watched from a distance as one of the villagers approached you and asked for your number, a villager he knew all too well—an acquaintance of his, but not a friend. once you shared your number with him, simon almost immediately walked over to the man, acting all friendly. “i see you like that new girl, huh?” simon asks, hiding his irritation. “yeah, everyone does.” the man shrugs, not noticing how simon swiftly plucks out one hair strand of his. “cool, i’ll go now,” simon smiled, leaving now that he has acquired what he needed.

mambabarang!ghost, who returns to his house, ready to perform the ritual. he takes a couple of black candles, the man’s hair strand, and also a piece of his clothing he "accidentally" ripped off a few weeks before you got here. simon was originally gonna curse the man because he wasn’t paying simon for the money he borrows—but him trying to take you away from who you belonged to? it was the last straw.

mambabarang!ghost sets down the black candles, putting them arranged in a circle. finally, he gets a bowl and puts the man’s hair strand in it, getting another bowl to put the ripped piece of clothing inside. simon then lights all of the black candles, picking one up and letting the wax drip onto the hair strand and then the ripped clothing. he chants an oration, a spell, mentioning the villager’s name before standing up, cleaning the place up. he knows that unfortunate events will occur after a few days or so, so all he has to do is wait.

mambabarang!ghost, who has to hide his smile once he watches the villager panic—attracting the entire village. his hair was starting to fall, due to the hair strand simon used in his oration. the villager also complained about his stomach hurting all the time, begging the people for an albularyo. simon grins as he sees you in the crowd, worry on your face as you watched the poor man.

mambabarang!ghost, who knows that any albularyo is no match for him, so he just lets it happen, stealing occasional glances at you as he views from afar. after a while, one of the villagers called an albularyo—thankfully for simon, a weak one. though, his satisfaction was cut short as another fool approached you.

[lovemybluebully]

Santa Always Comes Through

Goddammit, Hugh has the fucking cutest smile. 🥰

A little side quest from the other fic I'm writing for some Christmas-y action. 😁🎅🎄 Starts off a bit angsty, but I promise it's all necessary for the cuteness to shine. Sorry I didn't have this ready by Christmas day, but I just started typing it up the day before and I've been really busy the past several weeks. I feel that Christmas runs through the end of the month anyways so it's still legal to post this. 😊

Logan's nightmares of his past are keeping him from getting any sleep, so Wade comes up with the perfect Christmas gift for him.

"Deadpool and Wolverine"-verse

M/M Tickle Fic

Word Count: 5,336

Logan bolted upright with eyes wide in a panic and sweat glistening all over his body as the haunting screams followed him out of his dream. His emotions were high, disorienting him and he was unable to place exactly where he was at the moment. His vision was hazy, and he just couldn't focus on anything around him, currently trapped between reality and the dream world he'd just escaped.

He then felt a touch land on his shoulder as he instantly popped his claws in a knee-jerk reaction and turned to swipe at what had made contact with him. A loud yelp from the offender followed by a few curse words started to bring Logan out of his trance as he heard familiarity in the voice, calming him.

As his eyes finally cleared and he regained his sensibility he found Deadpool standing there, holding onto his bloody stump of an arm where a hand used to be. That appeared to be the least of the man's worries though as he just looked back at Logan with thoughtful concern.

"Easy Logan. Deep breath now. It's just me," he spoke softly as to try to get his roommate to relax. A light returned to his eyes as Logan finally seemed to recognize him, though there was confusion all over his face.

"Wade?" He now looked around himself again and saw that he was in Wade's apartment, sitting on his pull-out bed from the couch. The same place he'd been sleeping for several months now. Safe and sound.

The sun had set hours ago, but he could see make out the snow that was quietly falling outside the nearby window. Beside that was the Christmas tree that Wade had dragged him into the woods to cut down and then persuaded to help him decorate; the colored bulbs dimly lighting up that side of the room.

Only once the smell of blood hit his nostrils had Logan realized what he'd done; his formerly terrified face transforming into shame and guilt as he retracted his claws and turned his attention back to his friend.

"Wade, fuck. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-," he started trying to piece together an apology, but Wade only hushed him with the wave of his still existing hand.

"Hey hey, don't worry about it," he then bent over to retrieve his dismembered hand before placing it back onto the end of his arm as his skin quickly began to knit itself back together, "No harm, no foul. See? Good as new."

He smiled as he now wiggled his working fingers in the air, but Logan didn't smile back.

"I don't like doing that," he looked down and gingerly rubbed the knuckles on the back of his hand where the claws had been out moments ago.

"Ah, it's okay. You couldn't kill me if you tried and boy did you try when we first met," Wade chuckled, trying to lighten the mood as he sat down on the bed beside him with Logan now averting his gaze back up.

"That's not me anymore, Wade. Hurting people that I care about is the last thing I ever want to do," he allowed himself to lean into the other man as arms were wrapped around him.

"I know you don't, big guy, but it was an accident and I'm one hundred percent okay. Please don't beat yourself up about it. Besides, tomorrow is Christmas, and this year is extra special because Santa brought me the best gift of all......my new best friend," Wade smiled and fondly nuzzled against Logan's neck, finally getting the man to crack the start of a smile.

Logan remembered where he had spent the last Christmas, waking up in a dirty alleyway from another night of drinking himself into blacked-out unconsciousness. With no one in his universe wanting anything to do with him, not caring if he was alive or dead, though most wished for the latter.

And now in the blink of an eye, all of that had changed. It had taken him a while to get used to how physically affectionate Wade was with him, but now it was something he craved. And the fact that anyone was willing to invest that kind of effort into someone like him was more than humbling.

"I'll never know what you saw in me. A pathetic, drunk, empty shell of a man with no hope of ever finding happiness again......the worst Wolverine of them all. I was ready to die. Hell, I'd tried plenty of times."

"Well, you wouldn't be who you were if you weren't those things though. And that's not all that you are, and you've let me see that other side of you, no matter how much you tried to keep it hidden. There is compassion inside of you, and you give your loyalty and devotion to those that have earned it. You may resist it, but in the end you always end up doing what you feel is right, like how you took that stand with all of us at Cassandra Nova's fortress. And then with me at Paradox's. None of us would be here today if you truly didn't care," Wade explained while Logan quietly listened before giving a tired sigh.

"Yeah well I've got a lot of making up to do for what I've done. Saving a timeline from going out of existence seemed like a good start," he trailed off as a despondent look came over his face. Wade knew the topic of the X-men was still a fresh wound in his heart.

"I know I can't speak for them, but I've no doubt that they would be proud of you and everything that you did here. Not just anyone could have done what you did. You were willing to give your life to protect my family and friends, people you didn't even know. That's elite hero status in any book."

"I accept the fact that my past was necessary to set me on course to helping you and everyone in this universe, but I'm gonna carry the regret of losing them for the rest of my life. Ya know I just really....miss them. And I wish I would've let them know in person what they meant to me instead of always bein' a selfish bastard.....acting like they were only a second thought," Logan hid his face in his palm, trying to contain his vulnerability.

"You think they didn't know, but believe me, they did. I know there had to have been plenty of ways you showed it, even if you didn't realize it. If you really were as bad as you think you were then why didn't they kick you to the curb? Why did they let you stay? It's because they loved you and they know you loved them back. Even an idiot like me is capable of seeing that," he felt Logan's body stiffen against him as he made a choking noise in an attempt to hold back his tears.

Wade tightened his embrace around him as he slowly rubbed his back.

"I really meant it when I said you were the best Wolverine. I'll never be able to fully express how grateful I am for what you've done, but I promise I'm going to spend the rest of my existence making sure that you know that you matter. I've got my own regrets in life too but meeting you will never be one of them. So thanks for making it easy by passing out at that bar so I could drag you along into my fucked-up life."

Logan let out a soft wheeze of a laugh, putting his own arm around Wade to squeeze his shoulder while his other hand wiped at his eyes.

"Well, mine couldn't get any worse. But you know I would've never gone with your stupid ass if I was sober. Can't believe you thought pointin' a gun at my head would actually persuade me to go with you," they released each other as Wade shrugged his shoulders at Logan's last comment.

"I mean I'd met a plethora of other Wolverines at that point, and I don't know, maybe you could have been one that didn't have a metal plate in your thick head," Wade playfully poked him in the forehead as Logan leaned away and smiled.

"I get it. Gotta be at least one version out there like that. Disappointed in what ya got?"

"Of course not, don't be crazy now. That's my department. Like I said I got the best of the best. The greatest part of it all being that you actually like me."

Logan smirked at that.

"In small doses. But bein' that it's Christmas I'll let you think otherwise," he rubbed both hands over his tired, bloodshot eyes.

"You're too good to me, Wolvie. Santa really did deliver this Christmas. What did you ask him for?"

"Don't tell me you still believe in Santa Claus at your age," Logan scoffed as he laid back down onto his pillow while Wade's eyes widened in shock and offense.

"What do you mean? He's totally real. He's actually a mutant too and one of the most powerful in existence. The man is omega level status, and he sees everything. Sees you when you're sleeping, knows when you're awake......you know the song."

"Sounds creepy."

"Well it's not. I promise you I'm not making any of this up. He's real. So just humor me and tell me what you would wish him for," Wade looked down at him expectantly as Logan thought it over for a moment.

"A good night's sleep....inner peace....Is that too much to want?" Logan sighed and shut his eyes with sleep far from finding him, "Might be too tall of an order for him to fulfill."

"I don't think so. I think that if you believe enough then he will come through in some way."

"I'm willing to try anything at this point so I'll give it a shot," the X-man nodded. His insomnia always kicked in extra hard once he would wake from a nightmare; his brain replaying the horrible scenes of his past on an endless loop.

"Any way I can help? If there's anything I'll do it, no question," Wade offered, wanting nothing more than for his friend to feel tranquil, but Logan only groaned.

"I don't think there's anything ya can do. The voices just get extra loud sometimes and I can't turn them off. So unless ya know a way to shut them up then I don't think there's any chance I'll get proper sleep."

Wade felt a little helpless as he honestly did not know what to do. They had tried many things before to try to help Logan sleep; white noise, hot tea, a relaxing bath, nothing seemed to work particularly well.

As he stared down at the shirtless man, he wracked his brain trying to get a solid idea in there. And suddenly he had one. He wasn't sure what made the idea come to his head considering the mood that Logan was in, but he just had a really strong feeling that it was going to work

"You know what, I do. I know exactly how to get your mind turned off and get you completely exhausted in the process," Wade smiled broadly as Logan seemed to perk up at that, though his eyes remained shut.

"Ya do, huh? Well enlighten me then, what is this miracle method ya speak of?"

Wade let his actions do the talking for him as he grinned and placed his hand on the other man's stomach. As his fingers began gently stroking the sensitive skin Logan was unable to stop his reactions as the giggles manifested and he begin to squirm a bit.

"Heheheh-Fuhuhuck Wade, ya serious? Your bihihig idea is to t-tickle meheehee?" Logan finally opened his eyes to look up at the merc in confusion, though he didn't try to stop him as his hands remained resting on his chest. Wade just nodded as he smiled.

"Trust me, this is a foolproof plan."

"You're a foohoohoohool. Now cuhuhut it out," he half-heartedly demanded between snorting snickers, but Wade's fingers continued lightly exploring his stomach.

"I promise you, this is going to work. We're going to fill your head so full of endorphins that you won't have room for anything else."

Seeing not much protest from Logan invited him to put his other hand onto the muscular belly while ten lithe fingers now softly teased and tickled him.

"I-I dohohohon't know-eehehehehe. Seeheeheems a bihihit of a strehehetch," he giggled, not knowing what to think about this. 

Normally when Wade tickled him the attack would be brutally merciless, and Logan would be in full-blown hysterics and fighting with everything he had to get away. But this was different. It was gentle.....and borderline soothing in a weird way.

"You have any better ideas? Didn't think so. Now you just lay there and relax and let me do all the work," Wade instructed as his hands fanned out to his waist, slowly but firmly tickling up his sides.

"I'm sss-supposed to juhuhuhust sihihit here and let ya tohohohorture me?" Logan shook his head, still in disbelief that this was really happening. That he was letting it happen.

"Torture? Please. I know you love being tickled," Wade grinned, digging a little harder into his ribs and making Logan's arms clamp down tighter against his sides.

"Hahahahah-Delusional bahaahaastard," Logan chuckled and squirmed with his arms crossed over his chest, digging his heels into the bed as he tried to bear the playful groping. 

He definitely didn't love being tickled, but being honest, he didn't hate it either. It was just one of the many things he'd had to get used to with being around Wade, who always seemed to glow with pride every time he managed to get a smile on Logan's face. The gleeful look that came over Wade when he had found out that Logan was ticklish was something he'd never forget.

Wade finally made it up his sides to where Logan's arms were as his hands repeatedly bumped against them, trying to get underneath to continue towards his armpits.

"C'mon, let me in. Put your arms up," he kept up with the determined nudges as Logan vigorously shook his head and laughed with a nervous edge to it.

"Wade nohohoho, I can't. I'm-ehehehehehe too ticklish thehehere."

"You gotta do it. We need to step this up a notch. You want to get some sleep, don't you?" Wade gave a smirk as Logan reluctantly nodded after a moment, "Well then open up, buddy."

Very hesitantly, Logan began to lift his arms away from his body and once there was sufficient room Wade's fingers finished crawling up until they were wiggling full bore into his sensitive armpits. Logan broke into hard laughter as he arched his back and attempted to keep his arms out of the way.

But that only lasted mere seconds and soon his arms had slammed back down onto Wade's hands, except it wasn't stopping him.

"Shihihihiiit! Aahahahahahaha!" Logan wheezed for air from how intense the sensations were, rolling around from side to side with Wade's hands tickling away under his arms, "Thihihihihis is fuhuhuckin' stuhuhuhupid!"

"No it isn't. Usually you're pretty awake when I get you and even during those times I've noticed it makes you more mellow and relaxed. With you being sleep-deprived you're already weakened so get ready for the I-told-you-so once I tickle you into a blissful slumber," Wade declared proudly, knowing it was necessary for the tickling to get more intense if his plan was going to be effective.

"We'll seeheeheeheee! Buhuhut c'mohohohon! We-We're gohohohonna wahaahaahaake Altheahahahahahah!" Logan put his hands over his mouth to try to smother his laughter, but even with his warning Wade didn't let up one millimeter.

"She's all good. I got her some nice earmuffs to sleep with so she doesn't have to deal with my snoring anymore. So I'm sorry to break this to you, but there's no one coming to save you. You're all mine, my precious little Logie," Wade loved to tease him as it always seemed to make Logan feel more helpless, which would increase the giddiness he felt even more.

His laughter accompanied by his never-far-behind snorts easily spilled out through the cracks between his fingers though it was covering up his smile, which Wade found to be unacceptable.

"Hey, it's not as fun if I can't see your face. Move your hands out of the way."

"St-Stohahahap tihihicklin' me ahahaahand I wihihihill!" Logan stubbornly proposed with the response muffled by his hands.

"Cheeky little bugger, aren'tcha?" Wade drawled with his best Australian accent, tickling more furiously under his arms as Logan leaned his head back and howled but still kept his hands in place, "Move it, or lose it, bub. And trust me, I know how to make you really lose it."

The Wolverine shook his head as eyes widened in flustered worry. He knew exactly what Wade meant by that, but he was still too hardheaded to remove his hands and could only try to appeal to his goodwill.

"Nohohohohooo Waahaade! Pleheheeheease dohohohon't!"

Wade grinned bigger as he pretended to look at an invisible watch on his wrist.

"Time's up. And I'm sorry to break this to you, but you're not going to find the word 'mercy' in 'mercenary'."

"Yehehehes I cahaahaahaan!" Logan argued while Wade squinted his eyes as he thought it over for a moment before cursing himself.

"Dammit, you're right. Well spelling was never my strong suit anyways. But I am pretty good at this...."

With that he yanked his hands out from Logan's armpits and dug them straight into his belly as Logan squealed and his own hands came flying down to try to stop him. Wade had been right though. His lack of sleep had him far too weak to be able to effectively fight the other man off.

"Aaaheeheeheehehehehee! Waahaahaahaait! Okaahaahahahay! Loohoohoook! I mohoohoohooved 'em!" Logan made a last effort and drew in his knees to try to curl up and guard his stomach, but Wade was already in prime position to not be bothered.

He was positively delighted at now being able to see his friend's infectious smile.

"Ah, one minor detail I'm afraid. I forgot to mention that even if you moved them it was still inevitable that your irresistible tummy was in my crosshairs. But don't focus on that, just keep trusting the process," Wade assured as his fingers scribbled furiously all over Wolverine's remarkably ticklish abdominals.

"I caahaahaahaan't! Baahaahahahahaha! Pleeheeheeheheease Waahaahaahaade! Lehehehet's fohohohor-forgehehehehet thihihis whole thihihihiiiing!" Logan tossed his head around as he laughed hysterically with tears appearing in his eyes while his weary body feebly thrashed in reaction from the relentless tickles.

"Just hang on a little longer, buddy. We're almost there," he gazed down at Logan's laughing face, always amused at seeing how powerless he was during these moments, "Hehe, you know I'll never ever get over how cute it is that the big, bad Wolverine is so ticklish. Coochie coochie coo, Wolvie."

"Yoohoohooou ahahare suhuhuhuch-," Logan wheezed in another harsh squeal as Wade probed into his navel,"-suhuhuhuch an ahaahaahaasshole!"

"True. But I know you wouldn't have me any other way. Now it's time to put you to sleep, you cutie patootie...." 

Not that Logan would have been able to stop him if he tried, but Wade quickly leaned his face down and blew a big-breathed raspberry right into the center of his stomach. The sensation billowed out in a wave through his entire body that made Logan laugh so hard that not a sound emitted from his gaping mouth.

And then another blow came. And then another. And another. Wade was on a mission and knew his raspberry technique on Logan's unbearably ticklish stomach could always push the feral mutant over the edge into a mindless hysteria.

Which was exactly what he needed. To get out of his mind.

All Logan could focus on was the intense tickling that was unrelentingly tingling across his stomach, though his energy was completely sapped to do anything about it. He was far too exhausted from everything he'd endured that day as his body barely twitched now with each blow and the only noises that came out of him were crude gasps and the occasional desperate wheeze of a laugh.

He was too caught up in it all to notice that Wade had stopped tickling him entirely, though once he finally realized it he found that his eyes were quite content with remaining closed. His chest expanded and contracted rapidly as he tried to catch his breath, feeling his body slowly melting into the mattress in intense relaxation.

"No.....No more.....tickling....," he murmured from his lifeless form; his limbs feeling so weighted down that he couldn't even move them, though he had no desire to either way. His head felt fuzzy inside; the high feeling from laughing so much completely taking over and pushing out every other thought and feeling that had been there prior.

"You're right, honey badger. No more tickling. I think you've had just enough," Wade spoke softly in agreeance as he gently rubbed the man's chest to lull him further into his relaxed state. Logan only grunted as his head lolled over to the side, not even noticing when Wade pulled a blanket over him. Sleep was now imminent.

The last thing the X-man heard before he completely lost consciousness was Wade whispering into his ear.

"Merry Christmas, Peanut."

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Logan slowly blinked open his eyes to see the daylight coming in through the apartment windows. Though judging by the position of the sun he was very surprised to realize that it was almost mid-day.

Wiping the drool from the corner of his mouth he rolled over from his stomach to sit up and almost jumped when he saw Althea sitting nearby in her over-stuffed armchair with Mary Puppins snuggled quietly asleep on her lap. The elderly woman seemed to come back to life once she was able to hear his movements.

"Awake at last. Thank fuck. Now I can finally breathe normal again," she exhaled exaggeratedly and shifted her position in her chair as the cushions squeaked and groaned in response.

"M'sorry," Logan muttered, rubbing his eyes to try to clear them fully, "But ya didn't need to put yourself out on account of me."

Mary heard his voice and woke up as she jumped down off of Althea's lap and up onto his bed, wearing an obnoxious looking Christmas sweater that Wade had undoubtedly put on her.

"Wade told me he would make my life even more miserable than he already has if I woke you up. That insufferable motherfucker has got me by the balls," she stood up out of her chair to stretch before beginning to hobble across the room to the kitchen.

"Well I appreciate it anyhow," Logan smirked at the blind woman's colorful use of vocabulary while he pet and scratched behind the small dog's ears with her cumbersome tongue flapping at his hands, "Who's a good girl? Yeah, you're pretty fuckin' cute, aren't ya?"

He leaned down to nuzzle the top of her head, chucking faintly as she happily licked at the side of his face.

"Came to see your favorite person, huh. Ya like me much better than your idiot papa Wade, don't you?"

"Well well well..."

Logan jumped, and pulled Mary close with a protective arm around her as his claws sprang out on his other hand, turning towards the voice. With a Santa cap on his head, Wade smirked as he placed a finger on the tip of one of the claws and gently pushed it away.

"I knew you liked her more than you pretended."

Logan let out his held breath and immediately retracted his claws.

"Fuck Wade, ya gotta stop sneaking up on me. It's not good for your health," he shook his head as he placed Puppins off to his side and onto the floor where she scampered off into the kitchen towards the smell of food.

"I like to live on the wild side. Keeps me young. Besides I know you'll learn to relax one day and realize that you're safe here. Little by little we're gonna get you there."

"Yeah, I know. Sorry, it's just programmed into me," Logan rubbed a hand over his face, wiping away the remnants of Mary's enthusiastic kisses.

"Don't be sorry. Like I said, we'll get you there. But enough about that, allow me to be the first to say....," Wade jumped onto the bed and wrapped Logan in an inescapable hug, planting a big kiss on the top of his head, "Mwwwaah! Merry Christmas, baby!"

Logan couldn't help but laugh as he passively fought to push Wade away from him.

"Ya moron! Get offa me!" He finally succeeded when Wade let go on his own will.

"Oh, you know you love me. C'mon Mr. Scrooge, I'm just trying to spread the Christmas spirit here," Wade poked his ribs a few times, causing Logan to squirm away with a grin.

"Take it easy, I get it. Don't worry, I think I've got the spirit."

"You think?" Wade raised his brow line skeptically as Logan shrugged and looked down at his hands.

"Well, I can't say for sure. Been a long time since I've even taken notice of any holidays. But in my head....all inside of me....I feel good. Like, really good," Logan's eyes glanced back up as he smiled humbly with his response making Wade's heart melt.

"I can't tell you how glad I am to hear that. It's all I really wanted this Christmas. For you to have a peaceful frame of mind and be happy."

It was Logan's turn to feel a twinge in his heart, not used to having someone around who cared about him so much.

"Wade I seriously haven't slept that good in......fuck...years. I don't know what to say," Logan was literally speechless, not knowing how to express how thankful he was. Literally no one had done anything with his best interest in mind for as long as he could remember.

"You don't need to say anything, Logan. But I do, and that would be I told you so," Wade grinned, making Logan spit out a chuckle.

"Yeah, I guess ya did, huh? Well, I got no argument against that."

"So I don't think I'd be too far off if I were to say that it sounds like you got exactly what you wished Santa for," Wade tilted his head as Logan considered that. 

It may not have been how he had expected it, but the end result was all the same. He was rested with any bad thoughts far from his mind, and above all he was happy.

"Hmph. Made a believer out of me. I guess Santa really is real."

"He sure is. And he has specifically instructed me that I am to help you get to sleep every night for the rest of your life," Wade nodded while Logan rolled his eyes and snorted.

"Yeah okay. Very funny, shithead."

"Did I stutter?" Wade asked bluntly as Logan sobered and studied his face, looking for even a hint of a bluff.

"Wade, ya can't possibly think that you're going to tickle me like that every night. That's just insane."

"Hmmm. Yeah, you're probably right," Wade seemed to be accepting reality, putting Logan at ease for the moment, "Not every night, just most nights."

"Stop it, that's not funny," Logan was trying to stay serious, but he was unable to hold back his smile. The Christmas spirit had really gotten him bad for the first time in a long time.

"And I'm totally down to help you out during the day too. In fact, you're looking a little tense right now. I think we should get you relaxed again. It is the season of giving after all."

Logan stared off against the smirking merc for a few moments before he made a move to get away, but Wade swiftly pounced and tackled him back onto the bed with fingers drilling into his sides. The Wolverine broke into spastic squirms as he hollered out in laughter, though having strength on his side this time he managed to shove his energetic roommate off of him.

He quickly tried to crawl away, but Wade was in full attack mode now, grabbing a hold of his leg and proceeding to scribble at the sole of his bare foot. Logan stumbled as he fell back down onto the bed with his deep cackles echoing around the room until his other foot kicked his assailant hard in the chest and made him let go.

In an instant, Logan found himself sprinting to safety as he ran into the bathroom and slammed the door behind him just as the mischievous merc was almost upon him. He quickly locked it as the doorknob jiggled aggressively from the other side before Wade calmly spoke to him through the door.

"Hey, just take your time, buddy. Whenever you're ready just come on out and we'll continue this. Consider it an extra Christmas gift. Ho ho ho!"

Logan shivered at the thought, deciding that he really did need to relax now with his nerves so jumpy. He figured a shower would help a little as he padded over on his wobblily legs and turned on the water.

As he waited for it to warm up, he turned his head to see his reflection in the large mirror hanging on the wall above the sink, walking towards it to get a better look. The first thing he noticed were that his cheeks were burnt in blush and his hair was looking more wild than usual from the tussle he'd just been in, but he saw something else. 

His eyes were different than how he remembered seeing them before; completely clear, not one red vein popping out and the bags underneath them having disappeared. There was a light in them now with a glint of hopefulness showing through, and the smile he broke into at seeing this just enhanced everything.

This was a man he didn't recognize. A man that had refused to show his face in a very long time. A man that now had accepted that not all was lost, and that things were going to get better. And it was all thanks to one obnoxious loudmouth of a mutant.

It always was the one you'd least suspect that could better your life, but here he was. Happy and living in peace. And he promised that he was never going to take that for granted.

Shutting off the water he now opened the bathroom door and stepped out into the open. He noticed the other man sitting on his bed with his legs crossed and staring at his phone, though he looked up when he heard the footsteps approaching.

"Oh, there you are. Ready for round two?" He teased, deciding to let Logan have a break and having no intention of going after him again. To say he was shocked would be an understatement when Logan laid down with his torso across his lap and placed his arms behind his head.

"What's this?" Wade asked suspiciously as Logan shrugged and wiggled himself into a comfortable position.

"Think I lost a little bit of my Christmas spirit. Thought maybe you could help me with that," he smirked, and when Wade saw the blissful shine in his eyes, he now realized this wasn't some kind of trick and grinned back.

"Yes, I can see that now. It would be my pleasure. I think a few belly rubs and you'll be as right as rain," he lightly began to tickle the now quivering stomach as the feral man on his lap didn't hesitate to giggle.

"Mehehe-Merry Christmahahahas, asshole."

"Merry Christmas, Wolvie."

[misayani]

Thanos smut hcs? LOL TYYY🩷

— THANOS SMUT HCS

◜ featuring ... thanos (choi su-bong  / player 230)

𔗨 author's note — mmmh first male x fem reader on my blog. probably the most lewd ive written so far AND -!!!! i just realized that my anonymous asks werent on until someone pointed it out, so theres that.. i turned it on!! [lowercase intended]

warning: smut & slight angst [it's thanos, expect the worst]

- bondage..... whew starting off strong !!

- literally doesnt give two shits. he would use zip ties to tie your wrists for all he cares. 

- his apartment is nasty as fuck

- dont even get me started on the fucked up couch he has in his apartment with disgusting stains that are probably permanent at this point 

- spits in your mouth mid fucking

- would sometimes spit the ecstasy pill from his mouth to yours 

- cigarettes after sex? nah, cigarettes during sex.

- and to you, it makes the experience even better

- the thing is, when you're high, you won't give a fuck about anything that's happening around you

- public sex !! he's the type to shamelessly fuck inside clubs

- would blow the smoke directly onto your face as you cough

- loooves to cum on your face. not on your stomach, not inside, not anywhere else but your face.

- he loves it messy and dirty. he feels pride just from seeing you in front of him kneeled down and face covered with his cum

- degrading.

- you will NEVER hear even a single praise come out from this man's mouth. even after you give him the best head he's ever had

- angry sex, mostly caused by you getting hit on by someone else and just thanos being possessive 

- its no biggie though, he's just giving you a small reminder who you belong to <33

- man's a sadist. he would just laugh at you for crying because of overstimulation

- your safe word won't work on him the first time you say it. second time, he'll act deaf and will continue pounding into you. although when he sees that you're clearly in distress, he'll make considerations and will pull out and make you suck him off instead

- if you're being too hard headed and bratty during sex, 100% he'll slap you across the face hard so you'd finally get your shit together

- doesn't care whether you get yourself off or not. all that matters to him is that he gets to cum and thats it.

- im sorry but he knows nothing about aftercare

- he would just stub his cigarette, throw it somewhere, and fall straight to sleep

- you'd stare at his sleeping figure blankly with no thoughts inside your head

- but you felt empty and lonely. not realizing yet that such a small pill can change someone's way of acting.

- you truly deserve better.

thanos' breathing slowed, deepening into his sleep. you lay beside him, body still tingling from the overwhelming sensations he gave you just earlier. silence swallows you, leaving you staring blankly at his peaceful face.

it's strange—the way your chest feels so hollow, an ache you couldn't quite place, like you'd expect for something that was never going to come. he'd been so alive just moments ago, what the hell happened? now he is gone, lost into unconsciousness, leaving you alone in the weight of aftermath.

@misayani

[thesunloveschips]

Eye of the Storm - Chapter 19: (Smut)

Summary: In the wake of Rhysand’s ascension as High Lord, the Bone Carver gifts a prophecy. More than five hundred years later, Azriel continues to wait for the one who is finally reborn as his High Lady’s sister. All it takes is a dip in the Cauldron for things to start falling into place.

Chapter Summary: The plot thickens (the plot is Azriel's cock). And now, Nyra knows.

Warnings: smut, full-blown smut, Azirel's hands, Azriel's fingers, oral sex (female receiving), minors please stay away.

Author's message: A very huge thank you to my newest beta readers for Eye of the Storm @div94 and @seasonallyapril ✨✨ I could not come up with the title of the chapter 😂😂

@feerique always and eternally grateful to you!!✨✨

Word count: 3.3k (Enjoy!!)

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You’re the Mother’s most beautiful creation. Azriel’s voice reverberated through their connection as he looked at her. 

And he was thankful that she was here, choosing him.

To undress her.

To part her thighs.

It was an honour of the highest level. 

And patience was something he thought he wouldn’t have with Nyra once he got his chance. But even then, the sense of wonder remained as he saw and touched his mate for the first time. 

His scarred fingers touched her inner thighs, pressing and rubbing the skin gently and firmly. Touching her felt like some form of salvation. 

Even more so as she gasped his name. Like it was a prayer. 

His name sounded like a prayer. 

And she was wet. 

He pressed his thumb against her slit and gently dragged it upwards. He could feel her clit and hear the gasps his touch induced. His hands came to the underside of her thighs and dragged her to the edge of the bed. 

And with all the gentleness he could muster, he brought his tongue from the end and dragged it through her slit, taking a generous taste of her. 

Such a fucking delicacy. After that, there was no stopping him. 

He’d had a taste.

And he was thirsting for more. 

Thank you for the meal. And he began feasting. 

Azriel had a wicked mouth. A really wicked one. Because the precision with which the male was targeting her clit had Nyra trembling like a leaf. 

His tongue teased her slowly, gently. And just when she wanted to tell him that she wanted more, she felt one of his fingers slowly enter her pussy. 

A moan escaped her at the intrusion, it being slightly painful in the beginning and bringing much more pleasure afterwards. 

And he began pulling the finger out, making her whimper. He pushed it back again. 

And this time, in her desperation, Nyra clenched around that finger. Such a good girl. All ready to clench around my cock like that. 

In between her pleasure, Nyra was quite shocked at the dirty talk. Since when was he talkative in this manner?

I want to talk to you. She heard his response. His tongue flicked her clit. Another finger slowly entered her, disappearing knuckle-deep inside her with the first. She moaned again. And when you make sounds like that, I want to tell you all about my depraved fantasies. 

It was a swirl of different points of pleasure uniting in her abdomen. His mouth, his fingers, the shadows. 

It was overwhelming. He had her laid down on the bed, legs spread nicely for him before he kneeled and began worshipping her with his mouth, feasting on her like he’d been craving for her his entire life. 

His fingers were slowly moving, as if to savour the moment. They were definitely larger and thicker than her own. And the scars felt so undeniably good, it felt like sin. 

Her body arched and twisted. “Azriel.” 

Let me quench my thirst. And as long as she didn’t interrupt his feast, Azriel allowed her movements. His hold on her thigh, his scars. How perfect they were. 

Her breasts ached for his hands. Every part of her ached for his hands.She wanted them on her shoulders, waist, hips, her hair. She wanted him to grab her skin roughly and not simply graze and tease her skin. 

Her want was becoming unbearable with Azriel only paying attention to her cunt. 

But even that part of her ached. She wanted him for two years and every intimate touch on her body seemed like a poor substitute to a hypothetical situation where they would’ve fucked each other.

Not so hypothetical anymore, don’t you think? He sounded confident. She liked it.

Thank you for the reality. Her snarky response earned her a bite on the inner thigh. 

Interested in remaining a brat?

Only if you’re going to fuck it out of me. 

Azriel stilled at her reply. She looked at him and found him looking at her with wide eyes. She began worrying, her upper body rising and a hand extending to touch his cheek. “What happened?” 

He leaned into her palm, eyes closing in contentment. And then he looked at her. “Have you always been such a dirty girl?”

She smiled teasingly. “And what if I have?” 

Azriel grabbed the side of her throat, his thumb on her jaw and angled her face the way he wanted to kiss her. His hand slid across her jawline, disappearing into her thick curls, fingers weaving themselves into her hair before he pulled.

Her breasts pressed against him, ridding him of reason. 

Why was she still wearing that bra?

Not that he had many complaints about how she looked in black lace but it should have been disposed of by now.

Even with Nyra sitting on the bed and Azriel kneeling at the side of it, he was taller. And larger. And so much warmer. His wings trembled before relaxing and spreading as much as they could. The shadows played with her hair and neck and she pulled him closer to deepen the kiss. 

How are you feeling? The question came as a surprise to her. 

Nyra pulled back to look him in the eye.There was no doubt that they were both ravenous for each other. Azriel with one hand in her hair and one gripping the flesh of her waist and Nyra with both hands around his neck. 

Quite satisfied. Thank you very much. She smiled against his lips when he chuckled. 

“Tell the shadows when you want to stop.” He knew fully well that he was not going to stop on his own. That he couldn’t stop on his own even if he wanted to.

"All right." The shadows would be her safeguard. They’d been given the order to place her commands over his. But then, a mischievous one snipped the straps of her bra. 

A few more bold tendrils removed the remnants of her bra, as if they were presenting their mistress’s breasts for the view. And Azriel remained in stunned silence, looking at her breasts, wondering if he was hallucinating. 

He pinched a nipple and Nyra whimpered. 

Gods. These breasts were real. He wasn’t imagining them. 

He kissed her softly. “My darling goddess.”

She moaned into his mouth. And all the softness in their kiss went to hell as he began devouring her. 

Azriel slowly descended to her breasts, leaving the evidence of his mouth behind in the form of dark marks and saliva. 

“So fucking pretty.” His mouth latched on to a nipple. Gods. Her breasts had aroused another level of obsession. 

Soft breasts. Pretty nipples. Azriel was pleased his shadows agreed. He’d take his time with these wonderful breasts and it’d never be enough. 

“Azriel.” He loved his name. Loved how she called him. How she moaned it. Fuck. 

Every sound she made, every breath she took—all of it went straight to his cock. 

A particularly harsh suck and her body arched for him, pushing those perfect breasts into his face. His gratitude was at its highest. When are you ever going to stop surprising me with your beauty?

What? Her voice through that connection was nearly enough to make him come. 

Your breasts are beautiful. Azriel met her gaze, still under the haze of his own admiration.

Thank- Oh! She moaned through that connection. And Azriel felt a pull against his chest. He needed to feel that again. So he got to work. 

He thanked the cauldron everyday for his mate. He knew he’d have a hard time restraining himself from grabbing her at every second, waking or otherwise. 

But his cock had other priorities. He needed to be inside her. He needed that pretty pussy clenching around his cock, squeezing him till he came inside her. 

Mistress. Mistress. Mistress. Many shadows began calling her. May we touch your breasts? Please. Please. Please. 

Yes. And the shadows nearly covered all of her breasts. Their caress was cool against her skin. Her eyes closed and she enjoyed it. 

She was beginning to get used to this. To the shadows touching her intimately. Their gentle, teasing touch. A gasp escaped her when they began teasing her nipples. 

Did you forget me already? Azriel continued to radiate warmth, a contradiction to the cool shadows he commanded. 

Maybe. She peered up at him and she thought she’d be too shy to maintain eye contact but fuck, he was such a breathtaking sight. 

A layer of sweat on his tanned skin made it gleam. His gaze was an arresting sensation. Mouth wet from their kiss and the time he spent between her legs. 

Azriel looked very much eager to touch her more. I am. He conceded. I want to touch you, Nyra. To give you pleasure in every manner possible. 

A hand came towards her breast and the shadows cleared away, revealing it for him. 

She sighed at the feeling of his scars on her. Her nipple grazed the uneven layers of his skin, back bowing in satisfaction. 

Azriel leaned in towards the other, the shadows once again clearing away for him before his mouth kissed the other nipple. 

Nyra was overwhelmingly eager for Azriel’s cock. And the male was busy feasting on her breasts as if he could actually eat them to satiate his hunger. 

And then he was crawling above, pressing that thick, veiny cock on her belly. Her hand found it and she cherished his groan as she pumped it. 

“When?” She demanded. And his gaze flared with realisation. 

Azriel felt it all. 

Felt her desire for him. 

Felt her desire for his hands.

His scarred hands.

His cock.

She was far too alluring for him to retain any of his senses. And he let himself be led by what he desired and what he could feel from her. 

The shadowsinger lifted her from the edge of the bed and threw her towards the middle of the bed. At the sign of no longer being treated as a delicate creature, Nyra felt her enthusiasm hike up. 

Azriel loomed over her, effectively separating her from the world. His wings spread before they rested on the bed, cocooning them in the dark with very little light but enough to see each other’s faces and make out where parts of their body might be. 

She brought her hand to his cheek and Azriel kissed her.

I’ve waited for you for far longer than I thought possible. Five hundred and seven years, two months, one week, and three days. He didn’t know if he could ever tell her. 

And the way Nyra was looking at him, all attracted to him. It went to his ego and by extension, his cock. 

His cock was easily pressed against that belly. Gods, he could nearly feel it. He pumped his cock a couple of times before he brought it to her thighs. “Spread your legs.” 

She obeyed, her impatience and desire now palpable. 

“Further.” He commanded gently, firmly. She complied. 

His tip touched her clit and gently dragged down the wet slit and found where he’d enter her. 

“Hold on.” He rasped, unable to contain his own pleasure as he began pushing in. 

Nyra felt the stinging sensation as his cock entered her. He was far thicker than she’d expected even when she’d felt it against him and touched it. Breathing was a task and it was difficult given how Azriel was literally taking her breath away with every inch of him that entered her. 

Nyra cried and gasped and moaned at the intrusion as it slowly happened. Her hands were clutching at the flesh of his back and his arm. “Azriel.”

She’d cry. She’d definitely cry. Why was he so thick? It hurt and yet, the pain was fading away into pleasure so overwhelming she knew she’d sink and drown and die in it. 

Above her, Azriel was hauling the air in, gasping at the sheer warmth of Nyra’s pretty cunt. He bit her ear and then bit her neck. Holy gods, he was not even completely inside and he was holding on to the sheets to somehow not come. 

He’d expected pleasure. Was greedy for it. The shadows would sometimes randomly rant about something they’d studied about mates and the sexual part of it always had him hard. Studies written about how sex with mates was far more pleasurable and had an intimacy and depth because of the bond. 

And right now, he couldn’t help but agree. 

“Az.” She whined. “Why are you not moving?” 

It was a normal question. Something that she’d ask naturally since he was inside her and had gone completely still. 

Azriel still needed to breathe. He looked at her pretty face, pleasure written all over it. “Because I’m not in completely.” 

A filthy groan escaped him when he felt her clench around his cock. At the same time, she’d whimpered. “You want all of me?” He asked hoarsely. 

Yes. Her consent surrounded his senses through their bond. And Azriel sheathed himself in a quick thrust, eliciting moans from both of them. 

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. This was too good to be real. Her pussy was tight and warm around him. 

The mating bond was pulsing with their pleasure. Azriel pulled himself back and Nyra made a noise of displeasure before he thrusted back in, making her moan obscenely. 

The more pleasure she felt, the more pride entered him. To be able to pleasure his mate, it was an honour. And he began moving, slowly, with patience he didn’t know he had. 

Azriel kissed her cheeks, heard all of her whimpers and cries. The shadows were doing their job of restraining him in case he’d be too much. 

Nyra was so lovely, writhing beneath him, crying and gasping. So endlessly lovely. 

What if he kept her all to himself? 

What if he lived with his cock nestled snugly inside her pussy? 

What if he kept her filled with his cock and came inside her as much as he could? 

Stars above, if that wasn’t heaven, he wasn’t sure what was. 

Nyra was still overwhelmed even with his languid thrusts. It was still difficult to breathe and it was still difficult to adjust to his cock in her. “Please.”

“What do you want?” He sounded hungry. Desperately hungry and he wanted more. She knew that. She wanted him too. 

“I. . anghh. . want more. . harder. . please.” She couldn’t care for the lack of coherency in her request. She moaned again as his cock pushed against something deep and sensitive within her.

Nyra couldn’t hold onto him any longer. Her body no longer had any strength to act according to her. She was pliant and her hands fell to her sides. All she could do was fist the sheets as Azriel continued his pace. 

He halted and kissed her temple. “Are you sure?” 

Nyra looked at him, teary eyed. “Yes.” 

Her response was a mere whisper but Azriel seemed to gain energy from it as he thrusted harshly. And again. And again. 

Nyra’s legs were tightly wrapped around his hips with one of his arms between the small of her back and the mattress, providing a little elevation. His other arm rested near her head, the palm clenched into a fist. 

And as Azriel ruthlessly pounded into her as though only this wild sensation of pleasure mattered, Nyra couldn’t keep her eyes off his arm next to her head. 

The scars and the thick veins and the image of that hand grabbing her breasts, pinching her thighs, smacking her ass, pulling her hair, and those fingers wrapped around her throat was too much. 

Azriel removed himself from her completely, eliciting nothing but a noise of complaint and before she could say anything, he flipped her, raised her ass for him, smacked it hard. 

“What?” She had no clue how her fantasies were being fulfilled so fast. 

A hand found her hair and wrapped it around his fist and Nyra was suddenly pulled up, her back arching. Azriel leaned in, mouth near her. “Spread your legs for me.”

Nyra, with barely any breath and energy, obeyed. Because his voice, that tone she’d never heard before—that bedroom voice—it seemed to have a hold on her body. To make her compliant even when she had barely any energy. She was only thankful for the shadows to help her. 

Azriel entered her harshly from behind and another filthy moan escaped Nyra. 

The hand on her hair ascended and settled in her scalp, appreciative of the silky feeling of her hair. Her head was angled so as to bare her neck to him and let him see her face as much as it was possible. The other hand groped her breast and pulled her against his chest. 

Nyra felt him bite her ear. His tongue then trailed down to her chin and her body jolted at a surprising thrust. His open mouth pressed against the curve of her neck where it joined at the shoulder and Azriel began drilling into her from behind. 

The shadows were simply in charge of ensuring what happened was only out of Nyra’s consent. And if it were too much, they had orders to restrain him. And somewhere along the line, they’d taken it upon themselves to provide support for this position wherever balance would be an issue. 

Neither of them knew anything except for each other. His hand on her scalp went away without notice and reappeared on her belly. It descended and his finger found her clit.

She was just mewling and begging and Azriel complied with every single one of her nearly incomprehensible requests. 

The sound of wet slaps of skin against skin, the feeling of his hips meeting hers, and the way his cock pumped into her, reaching every part Nyra never knew she had, pushing and fucking her into oblivion. Good God, things would never be the same. 

It was a high and she was certain she couldn’t be any more. Her breasts were heavier and more sensitive than ever. Every part of her was. And she’d just reached the summit before she fell. 

Nyra cried out the moment she shattered and came. Her knees gave out but she was only able to remain with the shadows’ help. 

And why wasn’t Azriel stopping? Hadn’t he come yet? 

At this point, she was only for him. Only for his pleasure. 

She slowly raised a hand and touched his cheek. Azriel looked at her and they kissed once. And twice. And again. When are you going to come for me?

“Nyra.” That was the first time he moaned her name. And it brought her to the peak again. And she couldn’t hold it in as she came again, clenching hard on his cock. 

Azriel continued his onslaught for a couple of thrusts more before he came deep inside her. His grip on her breast and her pussy became tighter. 

As his cock softened inside her, he loosened his hold and brought both hands to wrap around her, holding her close. 

The shadows helped them sit on the bed as they caught their breath. The smell of sweat and sex permeated the air. And slowly, they laid down as the black wisps covered them with the blanket. 

Nyra finally opened her eyes and watched him. He was looking at her with ravenous intent, as if he’d take her again as soon as he regained his energy. 

She wanted to kiss him. Feel his warmth on her skin. The shadows helped her snuggle closer. And upon seeing her come close, Azriel moved his hands to accommodate her. 

She was in his arms, both of them still catching their breath. Her eyes shut immediately and she whimpered at the cool sensation of the shadows on her thighs. 

Don’t tease me. I really have no more energy. She’d only accessed that connection to address the shadows but that string was a thick, solid thing, nearly tangible. 

Her eyes opened wide and she met his gaze, and the entire world aligned into place. 

And Azriel knew that Nyra knew. 

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[ywpd-translations]

Ride 801: Sugimoto's resolution

Pag 1

3: Ohh, there is a motorcycle support car, too?

Yeah, in road racing the ranks are pretty long, so there are lots of them running at the same time

Pag 2

1: Onoda....!!

2: Did you see the sign board just now, Uchikawa? Hakogaku's Manami took the mountain stage!!

As expected there are so many strong cyclists across the country!!

Right!! Kobayashi-san said it was a fight between last year's finalists.... the Inter High sure is surprising!!

3: But the guy in second place, Onoda, was so close behind, it was a close battle.... he must be feeling so frustrated, Sohoku's Onoda!!

5: I'm so glad, Onoda

Pag 3

1: You said you made a promise

2: Is it okay if I go out for the first day's mountain stage!?

3: With Hakone Academy's Manami, during last year's race....!!

4: Road racing is a chaotic sport

A lot of predictions and tactics come together

It's a world where even one second of delay can destroy your plans

5: Among all this, “keeping a promise” isn't an easy thing by all means

6: It's not an easy thing

Pag 4

1: You really are amazing, Onoda

Do your best!

It's the selected team!

Oh it's complete

Only a little bit more until the finish line

Pag 5

1: Keep running...!

2: Usually, in the school's corridors... you walk like in a daze (haha)

3: Ehi Onoda, what's up, you're spacing out

Ah, Sugimoto-kun... isn't it normal?

4: Hmph, is it!?

5: Actually, now that I'm running here myself I can understand

6: It's not an easy thing to do here

7: Ohh, look over there

It's the mountain gate!

Once we turn now

Pag 6

1: The fact that you were able to make that promise come true...

Well, of course, I know, but still!! Of course, I'm on a different team!!

2: It's!!

3: Inside my heart

4: It's inspiring me!!

Pag 7

1: Even though we, the selected team, don't have the support Sohoku has!!

Pag 8

1: Do your best, Sugimoto!!

Pag 9

1: Huh- what- Radokoro-san!?

2: Wo- oh

3: Take this!!

4: Ye- yes! T-thank you!! Tadokoro-san

5: Wh- why are you here!? Ah, for Onoda? Yeah, I guess it must be for Onoda, to cheer for him!!

Pag 10

1: And for you, too, Sugimoto

3: Just before the start, I saw that the list had changed

And I got a call from Touji-san

4: Isn't that good! You could finally start and run in the Inter High!!

5: But that was literally the “start”

From now on... “what to do”...

Pag 11

1: it's up to you!!

Keep going 'til the end!! Put your whole three years into it!!

2: Experienced cyclist, Sugimoto Terufumi!!

4: Tadokoro-san...

Who was a third year when we joined the club... Tadokoro-san who was so strict... he came to cheer... for me!!

5: It was just around four seconds, but....

Pag 12

1: they were an inspiring four seconds!!

2: Thank you so much!!

Tadokoro-san!!

3: Sugimoto-san, who was that person just now!?

Ah, it's a senpai of mine

4: I'm really so so grateful to him!!

Pag 13

1: Ngh!!

Deep down in my heart, I was probably thinking something like”I'm so jealous of Onoda”!!

2: Ngh!! I'm the one who said I had no support!! But I do!! You're watching me

3: Earnestly!!

4: So I'll try...!! I was losing my way a little, but I'll try, Tadokoro-san!!

5: As much as I can!!

7: The Inter High is a one-shot game

If you fall behind or play it safe, it will end immediately

8: Do it!! Sugimoto

Like running through the mud of a rice field while gritting your teeth, your running....

Pag 14

1: I like it!!

2: Alright, we passed the gate!!! There still a little climb now, then after that's over there's a short tunnel and then a downhill!!

3: Yessir!!

A downhill!!

Yes!

4: These are your orders from now on!!

5: O... orders!?

Sugimoto-san!!

Pag 15

1: The two people in the lead, Sohoku, Hakogku, and other strong teams are already ahead of us

On this climb, the distance between them and us has become of approximately eight minutes!!

2: Eight.... minutes....

3: So much.....

Then we're already too late....

4: We're going to close this distance on the downhill

6: Can we really do something like that!?

Close the.... you mean we'll catch up!? Eight minutes!?

Huh!?

In road racing-

Pag 16

1: The ones who are in the lead on a downhill will definitely be cautious

They'll ride safely and avoiding troubles!!

After all there's no point in taking the risk of losing the time difference you already have!!

2: We'll close the gap!! With everyone's cooperation!!

3: In this downhill there are many zigzags one after the other

4: Ten seconds for each of them...

If we work hard

5: and gain 10 seconds for each of them, for all six of them we'll gain one minute!!

Pag 17

1: Ah, the short tunnel

2: Once we pass this....!!

The “downhill”!!

3: But, but wait, Sugimoto-san

We close the gap on the downhill... we catch up... and then... what do we do after that? What's our goal?

5: You want to hear it?

6: I was also thinking...

7: The goal of this selected team for the first day...

Pag 18

1: is to be in the top ten in the race for the first day's finish line!!

Pag 20

1: The- the selected team in the top ten... has something like that ever happened?

The top... ten!?

No!!

2: That means we have to participate in the sprint for the finish line!!

Which one of us!?

Is that even possible!? Something like that

3: But we really fought for the sprint line!!

So I think Sugimoto-san has a good idea!!

4: Right!!

…. yeah, I have

5: After all, I'm an experienced cyclist!!

[ceratedfish24]

I think the first time Scott did something kind to Etho he didn't even realize it was a big deal, just reflexivly did it and immediately thought nothing/forgot about it, and Etho is left standing frozen eyes wide like oh snap I'm interested in this guy now. So Etho starts watching Scott from a distance now and notices how Scott keeps doing these kind things for other people and that's how he falls in love.

YES!!! YES! YES! YES! Scott is so kind to everybody he meets, and Etho is so used to fighting for his life and becoming a product of by his circumstances, whereas Scott is so stubbornly kind, refusing to let his hardships corrupt his loving nature. It happens when Etho is scoping out the competition right before 3rd Life, and Scott is going around introducing himself to everyone. Right after Etho finishes a playful stare down with Bdubs, this pretty boy comes right up to him, an enemy to be, offers him a smile, and wishes him luck in a game they’re both about to compete in. Immediately after, Grian calls Scott over to make fun of him, which means Scott didn’t really get any time to think about Etho’s reaction. “You can’t be nice to the competition, Scott! We’re going to war! Stop making my game friendly!” Etho just watches him go… He can’t actually be that friendly, right? Well, he really was, and he continued to be.

Scott excitedly congratulates Grian on his win. He defies the Boogeyman Curse instead of going after his teammate. He sacrifices himself for Pearl. He has no resentment towards Martyn after Limited Life. He teams with Gem, a new player who may be in need of guidance. He treats Cleo’s win with all the seriousness and excitement of a full-length season’s win. He negotiates and reaches out to Etho, who has never done anything for Scott or grown close to him or proved himself to be a good teammate for other people.

And, on top of all of that, Scott does really well.

At first, Etho assumes that Scott is just really kind to people he’s close to, such as Jimmy, Cleo, and Pearl, but then Scott extends his kindness to Etho in Limited Life, making polite conversation with him despite them being on different teams and having so much more time than anyone on Etho’s team. Then, in Secret Life, Scott humors him even though he knows that Etho’s trying to distract Scott from pursuing Bdubs during the infamous game of tag. At the time, Etho couldn’t explain why he found himself stumbling over his words, as he found himself so distracted by how the light reflected in Scott’s eyes. Finally, Wild Life is what tears Etho open like a gash in a place he already knew was tender. Etho isn’t oblivious, at least not to his own feelings. He’s known that he’s felt something for Scott for a long time, but a crush isn’t exactly an optimal in a death game.

Scott, so willing to grant Etho a place on the Gs, smiles and shrugs and tells Etho that he doesn’t care if Etho’s “not a good teammate”, and Etho’s heart bursts in his chest. He’s been given a chance that he doesn’t feel as though he’s earned from someone who doesn’t know him all that well. Everything that’s been buried deep in his chest finally erupts to the surface and he wants to grab Scott and get him somewhere safe and warm. He wants to hold this man’s hand and be as close to him as physically possible, but he can’t. They’re in the middle of a death game. Etho isn’t about to dump all of his years of internalized yearning onto Scott in the middle of a death game. They can talk afterwards.

Except, of course, Etho manages to create a more urgent matter to talk to Scott about after Wild Life. If they were a mainstream pairing, there would be two hundred fics about that kill by now.

[literarion]

The #RainbowRoad podfic series is complete!

It is done.

My podfic of the #RainbowRoad series is completed. I started working on this in summer 2023, started posting in January 2024, and now, finally, it's complete. If you're keen on 66+ hours of podfic of one of the most amazing AUs in the Good Omens fandom, give it a listen:

Part 1: Sit Tight, Take Hold.

The summer of 2022, Ezira Phale is a rookie Formula 1 driver out to prove he's one of the best race car drivers in the world, but everything gets turned upside down when he falls in love with his real-life idol, AJ Crowley. Or: The one where Crowley does not go too fast for Aziraphale.

E-rated, 23 hours

Part 2: How Do You Solve a Problem Like Ezira?

Hey babe, wake up. New season of Drive to Survive just dropped. S5: E6 "How Do You Solve a Problem Like Ezira? Synopsis: Newcomers, GO Force 1, bite off more than they can chew when signing on former Formula 3 champion and Formula 2 veteran Ezira Phale as their second driver.

T-rated, 1 hour

Part 3: Accept a Little Spin

It's the 2023 season, and sophomore driver, Ezira Phale, is out to prove he's worthy of his seat at McLaren F1 as the world tests the boundaries of his confidence and his relationship with IndyCar driver, AJ Crowley.

E-rated, 20 hours

Part 4: Oh, there's a long way to go

The Brunch Bunch is invited to Christmas dinner at Mr. Wilson's house.

T-rated, 1 hour

Part 5: Fools Rush In

Ezira Phale, McLaren F1 veteran, is in contention for his first ever World Driver's Championship. Meanwhile, Crowley is in his fourth and final season in Indycar, but the announcement of his retirement gets overshadowed by their friends' big news. Or, the one in which Ezira and Crowley get roped into their friends' wedding planning. Shenanigans ensue.

E-rated, 14 hours

Part 6: 0-60 in 3.5

In which Crowley and Ezira Phale do a victory lap.

T-rated, 7 hours

Bonus: Literarion does an Interview ... with nieded and Djap

I spoke to nieded and Djap about the fic and podfic for RainbowRoad, cultural differences between the US and Europe, and all the food.

M-rated, 95 minutes

I would like to thank everyone who has worked with me on this enormous project, starting with Djap, who read so many hours of press team content and camera directions, and helped make the podfics what they are; to @nieded, who let me play in her world and make this thing in the first place; and to @pyracantha, @dustandhalos, and @blairamok, who provided the cover art.

It was an absolute pleasure to make this pod, and I hope you all give it a listen or two. :)

[chronicowboy]

i NEED my brain to slow down on the ideas. i currently have 2 novels in progress and a third idea i really want to get started on. a major project, a sitcom and several hundred short stories i want to write for my masters. another tv series i really want to start. and now i'm thinking about eddie moving to texas before he buys a house and buck asks to buy his because it's the only place that's ever felt like home and he's good at haunting, he knows he's good at haunting, and he says you know just in case. just in case a year or so down the line chris decides he wants to come back to LA you guys will have somewhere to come home to. or when chris goes off to college, you could come back, eddie. you don't have to stay there when he's gone. please come back. and eddie is so grateful. so eddie moves and buck breaks his lease and the 118 help him move into eddie's house with worried eyes and poorly held back reservations about the whole situation, but buck is smiling. voice of a man hanging on by a thread, this is what i want guys i'm absolutely certain :D. anyway chimney suggests putting all of buck's spare crap in christopher's room for now and buck snaps and slams the door shut and doesn't let anyone in there. a week of haunting and he comes into the firehouse and still feels like a ghost and bobby finds him on the roof and buck says this is mistake isn't it? i shouldn't have. it's abby all over again. but it's the only place that's ever felt like home, bobby. but home isn't there. home's so far away. i love them. i love them so much. the house is so empty. i'm so alone. and bobby offers to let him stay at his until he can find a new place but buck still has this little kernel of blind hope that his boys will come back so he has to stay. he has to. and then one day on the way home from work he passes an animal shelter and he goes in not expecting anything but then he finds this scruffy adorable little dog looking up at him with so much hope in his desperate little eyes and buck is gone. and the shelter person tells him that they might be soulmates because this little guy was a first responder's dog but their partner brought it in when they died in a fire. and buck takes him home immediately and falls in love with him immediately and things get just a bit brighter. and the dog keeps sniffing at christopher's door until buck finally lets him inside and sits in the middle of christopher's bare room telling this little dog how much he'd love chris. how much chris would love him. cut to: eddie walking through the front door about a month or so later. eddie? hey buck. w-what are you doing here? well, turns out you were right, all i had to do was talk to him. what, um, does that mean exactly? means we're coming home, um, who is this? and eddie falls in love with the dog immediately too but he also falls a little deeper in love with buck and his endless well of loving in the centre of his chest and he says: i was honest with chris. about absolutely everything. and he's wrapping up his life over there whilst i. well, he said he'd only come back home for good on one condition. if i told you the truth that i told him. so, here goes. i love you, evan buckley. i'm in love with you. every bit of you. your eyes, your birthmark, your impulsive dog adopting, your heart, you.

[playedcrowd5610]

Jazz - Danny Phantom x Transformers Prime Crossover

Summary: Danny and his sister have some catching up to do.

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Set in a series where Danny finds Starscream one day and decides to start haunting the Decepticons. That's basically all the context you need but if you want more here is the rest of the series:

Haunting the Nemesis

Part 1: Chasing Stars

Part 2: Burning Rubber

Part 3: Adventures of the Decepticons' Pet Ghost Or Tumblr Master List

Part 4: Falling Stars

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Danny sat cross-legged on Jazz’s small dorm bed, watching with a small smile as his older sister turned on the kettle and pulled out two china cups from her cupboard. Danny absently glanced around, looking over how neat and well-kept her dorm was. She was always organizing, always making sure everything was perfect. Danny remembered how much of a hell it was for her to live with their parents, leaving weapons, tools, and even just puddles of ectoplasm lying about the house. Her bedroom was her only safe space, and Danny was pretty sure it was the only clean room in that old house/lab/deathtrap of theirs.

The faint scent of peppermint tea filled the air as he watched Jazz fill the two cups with boiling water. She added some honey, tapped the spoon on the edge of the cup and placed it into the sink, turning back around to Danny with a smile on her face, a cup in each hand. Despite the peaceful setting, Danny couldn’t shake the anxiety that twisted in his gut.

Danny hadn’t been by in months, he hadn’t contacted her in just under that… and now he owes her an explanation.

"So," Jazz finally sat down on her desk chair, spinning around to face him and passing him his cup of tea. "How have you been doing? I was worried. I haven’t heard from you in a while." Her voice was gentle but filled with concern.

Danny sighed, glancing up at her. "I'm fine, Jazz. Really."

Jazz narrowed her eyes, clearly unconvinced. "Fine, huh? You were basically homeless the last time I saw you. Where have you been staying?"

He shifted awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. How was he supposed to explain this without sending his overprotective sister into a full-blown panic? "Uh, well… about that. Promise me you won’t freak out?"

Jazz raised an eyebrow. "Danny, you know that’s not really helping me not freak out."

"I’m serious," Danny pressed. "Just… hear me out before you start yelling, okay?"

Jazz leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms. "Fine, I promise. What’s going on?"

Danny took a deep breath. "Okay. So… I’ve been staying with some, uh, aliens." He gave a light smile at the end.

Jazz blinked at him, stunned for a moment. Then she stared at her brother, waiting to see if he would start laughing. He didn’t. " Aliens? You're staying with aliens? "she asked incredulously.

Danny held up his hands in surrender, one still holding the mug. "Look, look. I know it sounds insane, but we’ve seen weirder things than that, right? And they're not the, you know, invade-the-world type… Well, not exactly. I mean, they did try and kill me at first, but they're actually kinda nice once you get to know them."

Jazz’s mouth opened and closed, trying to find the words. "You… what?"

"They're called Decepticons— or, well, technically, their species is called Cybertronian, but they’re basically giant thirty-foot tall robots." Danny continued, trying to keep his tone casual. “They're a little murderous, and most think humans are the scum of the earth, but they’ve also kinda… started caring about me?"

Jazz blinked, clearly struggling to wrap her head around everything. “So…you’re living with a bunch of alien robots that want to kill you?"

“In a giant spaceship, yes,” Danny said. Jazz stared at him, looking dumbfounded. Danny gave her a sheepish smile and wrung his hands together. "I mean, they're not so different once you get past the whole ‘giant alien robot’ thing.” He waved his hand to the side. “They have personalities, and grudges, and, well, issues… a lot of issues. You would honestly love trying to psychoanalyze them, Jazz."

Jazz started rubbing her temples. "I don’t even know how to respond to that."

Danny leaned forward, his expression earnest. "Jazz, I’m fine. I promise. I can handle it. I know how to protect myself." He glanced up at her expression. She seemed more concerned than he originally thought she would. "I’m sorry, Jazz, I didn’t mean to worry you. But now they’re… my responsibility, in a way. I’m finally getting them to grow their limited views on humans, and I've managed to prevent at least…” He looked to the side, counting on his fingers. “— Twenty? Twenty unnecessary deaths since I moved in, so I count that as a win!"

Jazz’s expression shifted to confusion at something Danny said. He was about to ask her what was wrong before she spoke up. “They think you’re human?”

Danny laughed and rubbed the back of his neck again. “Ah, right. I don’t think they know ghosts exist. They just think I'm a really strange human with no self-preservation skills. I mean, why burst that bubble for them.” Danny shrugged with a laugh.

Jazz gave an awkward chuckle in response before tilting her head to the side. “How, uh… do they possibly think you’re human? You have white hair, you glow, there’s the fangs, and then the whole pointed ears thing. Have you just been around them in your human form?”

Danny shrugged. “Most of the time in my ghost form, actually. But if we come down to earth, I switch to human so I don’t show up on any government radars”

“They don’t find that you can switch forms strange either?” She asked, tilting her head to the side.

Danny laughed. “I mean, technically, they transform into, like— cars and jets, so… Hair colour isn’t that different.” Danny shrugged again, hands still wrapped around his mug, which he hadn’t even sipped from yet. “I think I’m the first “Human” they’ve ever been around. It's honestly really funny seeing how they have no idea how to act around me.”

Jazz laughed again and then let out a long breath, eyes fixed on Danny with a thoughtful look. "You know… if you somehow ignore the whole alien thing, the way you talk about them kind of reminds me of how you talk about the ghosts. All tough and stabby, but secretly, deep, deep down, they care."

Danny smiled brightly, throwing his hands up in excitement. "Yeah, that's exactly it! They put on this scary, ‘I'm going to destroy you’ front, but really, if you dig a little deeper, they’re really great. I mean, take Skulker. He says that he wants my pelt as a trophy, but he helped me take down some of those labs a while back, and he sometimes even gives me self-defence tips mid-fight to make me stronger. Even if he claims it's to make me more of a challenge to hunt. I don’t think he even wants to skin me anymore."

Jazz raised an eyebrow. "And these… Decepticons?"

"Same thing. They’re always posturing and threatening at first, but once they see that I’m not going anywhere and I can stand up to them, it’s different. Like… I actually like being around them. It’s weird, I know. But they’ve kind of become like this chaotic family that I never knew I wanted."

Jazz leaned forward slightly, resting her chin on her hand. "So what are they like? I mean, besides being war machines that want to kill people?"

Danny smiled, his eyes brightening. "Well, Starscream is… complicated. He's got this huge ego and is always trying to one-up Megatron, their leader, but when you catch him off-guard, he's actually kind of thoughtful and gives me gifts and stuff.”

“—Knockout? He’s vain, like really vain, but also kind of funny. He’s all about his appearance, but he secretly loves to explain things to people, even if it is more like he’s trying to prove he’s better than you. But I help him out with his work all the time. And I go with him down to earth to help him join street races.”

“ —And Soundwave. He doesn't talk much; as far as I know, I’m the only person he really talks to besides his mini-con Laserbeak, who’s like his bird son. But he is honestly really sweet and is always looking out for me, and I sometimes just get to hang out in the control room while he works. Breakdown is fun to talk to, and he likes to bring me on missions when Knockout can’t come —He and Knockout are partners, by the way—."

Jazz smiled and finally took a sip of her tea. "You’re right. They do sound fun to psychoanalyze."

Danny grinned. "Oh, they are. They’re like ghosts in that way, too. They’re also in a war, so they have a lot of traumatic experiences. Plus, they’re so old. I mean, these guys have been around for thousands of years, maybe even millions," he continued, gushing over his new friends.

He paused as if something clicked in his mind. "Actually, I’m pretty they can live forever if they don’t get themselves killed. They have a spark in their chest, which is basically a ghost core, so if their body gets too damaged, as long as their spark is okay and has energon, sometimes they can change frames. Though I don’t know if they keep their memories. I’ll have to ask.” He put a finger on his chin.

Jazz’s expression shifted. She hesitated before speaking again. "Danny… do you think that’s why you’re so drawn to them?”

Danny raised an eyebrow at her change in tone. “What do you mean?”

“ Maybe… maybe it’s not just because they’re like ghosts." She paused, watching his reaction. "What if it’s because they can live that long? That if you’re friends with people who live for thousands or millions of years… you might not be alone after… after we’re gone."

Danny’s blood froze, his smile fading. "Jazz…" he started, his voice unsteady. "I’m not—I'm not thinking about that. I don’t… who knows if I’m even immortal or not, right? I can still die. I’ve done it before—three times!" He held out three fingers and laughed tightly. "I’m aging, right?’ He gestured to his currently not fourteen-year-old self. “So that means I’ll die when you guys do… right?" His voice cracked at the end.

Jazz looked up at him with sombre eyes, and he felt his core sink. "Clockwork said that one day you would become his apprentice. That you’d help him…"

Danny looked away and threw a hand to the side, his voice rising. "That’s just what he says! He’s like that, Jazz. Always talking about time and the future like he knows everything. That doesn’t mean I’m gonna live forever!" It couldn’t…

"Danny," Jazz said softly, standing up and moving over to the bed, her cup placed down on the desk. She pulled his out of his hands as well, hands that were now shaking slightly. This was supposed to just be a nice catch-up with his sister. Not this. "I understand. You don’t want to lose us. But one day, when you’re older, you might become fully ghost." She paused, reaching out to gently touch his arm. "But… I’m glad you’re finally finding friends who can be there for you. Be there for you longer than I ever can. To protect you."

Danny pulled his hands away from her, standing abruptly. His breathing was shallow, and the room felt too small. He stepped back. "No. Jazz, that’s not… I don’t want them because of that! I—" His throat tightened, and he couldn’t bring himself to finish the thought.

Jazz stood. "Danny, it’s okay. I’m not saying it’s a bad thing. I just think… maybe, deep down, you’re trying to make sure you won’t be alone. Even when we’re gone."

Danny’s fists clenched. The idea of losing Jazz, of losing Sam, Tucker… it felt unbearable. He shook his head, refusing to accept it. "I don’t want to think about that," he muttered, his voice strained.

Jazz’s face softened even more, and she wrapped her arms around him, pulling him into a hug. "I know. But things change. And when they do, I want you to have people who can be there for you. People who understand you. Even if we can’t be. I’m glad you met these guys, Danny; I truly am."

Danny stood still in her arms, his body trembling. The thought of outliving everyone he cared about haunted him more than anything ever could. He squeezed his eyes shut and hugged Jazz back.

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[merrybloomwrites]

It's Just a Game, But Really

Summary: When your brother starts dating Taylor Swift, you figure your wild dreams of dating Harry Styles are now definitely crushed. But some meddling from Jason, Travis, and Taylor may make some dreams come true after all.

Word Count: 3K

AN: This idea randomly popped into my head months ago and I couldn't get it out until I fully wrote it. I feel like this falls into the category of "Crack treated seriously" lol

Also, I understand this is niche, but as an Eagles fan (pls don't come for me) I've watched the entire Travis/Taylor relationship unfold and just thought this would be silly. Writing Jason and Travis was pretty fun too since I've been listening to their podcast for years and it was a cool challenge to write in their voices

Finally, I took creative liberty here and while I normally try to keep details as close to reality as possible, I've changed some things. So the Packers vs Eagles game that happened in Brazil now takes place in philly, and the Chiefs game on Christmas is now against Baltimore so it would be plausible to have the dinner scene in PA. None of this actually matters, this is fiction lol

Title from "So High School" by Taylor Swift

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Growing up with two athletic brothers had been quite an experience. Hundreds of hours were spent at sporting events, often bundled up to watch them play ice hockey or attend the late season football games. In your family, it was important that everyone supported each other.

It went the other way as well. Your brothers attended every spring concert, theater performance, and dance recital you were in. They were your biggest fans, always cheering you on and bringing flowers to give you.

They also took time to learn about your interests. Instead of getting annoyed when Taylor Swift’s music would play through the house, they started listening.

Especially Travis.

He liked the music, and thought she seemed pretty cool. He didn’t admit it, but you guessed that maybe he had a bit of a celebrity crush on her.

Life continued to change as your brothers left for college, then moved to different cities when they got signed to two different NFL teams. You missed them, but it was great seeing them succeed.

Jason and Travis still made time for family, even when Jason got married and started a family of his own. You and Kylie became friends right away, and you immediately loved having another girl in the family. You couldn’t wait for it to be Travis’s turn to find someone. But preferably not through his dating show.

When Taylor Swift announced her Eras Tour, you desperately wanted to go. So you were highly disappointed when you weren’t able to get tickets.

And then Travis surprised you with tickets to her show in Kansas City. By this point you had moved in with Jason and Kylie near Philly, but Travis assured you that he’d take care of all the travel logistics to get you to the concert.

You flew in the night before, getting to spend the day with your brother before heading to the stadium. It was weird to be there for a concert, having attended numerous games there before. It was cool to see how it was transformed into something almost unrecognizable.

Being there with Travis meant getting to be seated with a great view in a cordoned off section. It also meant Chiefs fans coming close to the barrier to talk to him before the show. Watching your brother trade friendship bracelets with these people was a strange moment, one you never would have imagined happening.

Through all that, there was one bracelet he had that you noticed he wouldn’t trade. Taking a closer glance you see what’s written on it and give him a confused look.

“Travis, what in the world is this?” you ask.

“Friendship bracelet,” he answers simply, dodging your true question.

“Obviously. But why is your number on here? Who is this for?”

He laughs nervously but before you can press it further another fan comes up to say hi. You can’t help but wonder what his plan is for that bracelet, even though you have a pretty good idea who its intended recipient is.

The concert begins and you have a wonderful time, dancing and singing along, Travis just as excited beside you. As it ends, Travis speaks with one of the staff members, looking slightly disappointed but not too bothered. Once again you’re left wondering what that was all about.

It’s a couple weeks later and you’re listening to the latest episode of Travis and Jason’s podcast when they bring up Travis attending the concert. Sure enough, he confirms he was trying to get that bracelet with his number to Taylor, and you have to commend him on his creativity and optimism.

What you don’t expect is for Taylor to find out about that and get in touch with Travis. Now a year later, your brother is in a happy, committed relationship with Taylor Swift. She’s come to family dinners, you’ve been next to her during Chiefs games, and she’s made it so you could come to a number of concerts on her tour. You cannot believe that this has become your life. And you have to give your brother credit for his powers of manifestation.

One afternoon you’re hanging in the living room while Jason records the podcast in the basement. He calls out for you and you go down to see what’s going on.

He hands you a set of headphones so you can hear Travis as well, and fills you in on the topic.

“So,” Jason begins. “Fans are starting to give you credit for Travis and Taylor getting together. Do you think that’s fair to say?”

You laugh for a moment that this is why you’re called to speak on what should be a sports podcast, before answering, “I think that’s fair. I mean, he did the work but I would say my childhood Swiftie obsession planted the seed.”

Travis replies, “You don’t think I would have found out about her on my own?”

“Oh you totally would have. But I got the ball rolling ages ago. Timing is everything, what if you’d been too late?”

“Alright, I’ll give you that. We can say you had a hand in this.”

“So that means you owe me,” you say.

Jason chimes in, “Yea Trav, your turn to manifest for Y/N.”

“You want me to manifest a boyfriend for our little sister?” Travis questions.

“Oh, right, wait, don’t actually do that. I forgot, Y/N’s not allowed to date until she’s forty,” Jason says, leading you to roll your eyes at his overprotectiveness.

“Ok, but if I were to try, who would it be? Y/N, who’s your celebrity crush?” Travis asks.

There’s no way you’re answering that on camera, especially with who the answer actually is. You clench your teeth and lift your eyebrows before cheekily saying, “Oh, no, I cannot answer that on the pod. That’s uhm. That’d be messy.” You then shrug and laugh, trying to play all of this off as a bit.

While Travis tries to dig and get you to answer, it clicks for Jason and he says, “Wait, I think I know who it is. Is it, uhm-”

“Don’t you dare say anything!” you exclaim to shut him up.

“Alright, alright. I won’t spill your secrets.”

“Well at least tell it to me later,” Travis says, to which you reply, “Absolutely not. I’m afraid you may actually try to meddle.”

“Who, me? No way,” he replies only to be met with an unimpressed look from you.

The boys drop the subject and you head back upstairs as they finally talk about football again.

You assume that they’ve moved on, and you’re happy when they don’t bring up your celebrity crush again.

You’re even happier when Jason tells you he’s taking you to the season opener Eagles vs Packers game in Philly. You’re super excited to be able to experience an Eagles game alongside your brother. You’re also glad you can be there for him in case it’s hard for him to watch them play without him for the first time since his retirement.

What you’re unaware of is the plan that Jason and Travis had made behind your back.

“So now you’re on board with trying to set up our little sister?” Jason had questioned during a phone call a couple weeks prior.

“Yes. And I have a way of making it happen,” Travis had answered.

“And you want me to help Y/N meet and potentially date a popstar who happens to be your girlfriend's ex-boyfriend?”

“Yes.”

“And he’s a Packers fan?”

“Yea, that is the unfortunate part. And you’re not really helping them date. That’s all on them. But you could at least help her meet him at the game.”

“This is ridiculous,” Jason says. “But I’ll do it.”

And that’s how you find yourself walking through the tunnels of the Linc with Jason before the start of the game and bumping into Harry Styles.

“Hello, I’m Harry,” he says cheerfully, holding a hand out for you to shake.

Mustering up all of your chill, you smile in return while reaching out to clasp his hand and say, “I’m Y/N. It’s so nice to meet you, I’m a big fan.”

“Well, thank you for your support,” he says.

“You kids want a picture?” There are few times you want to kill your brother, but him butting in while you’re talking to Harry Styles is definitely one of them.

“That’s alright,” you say, trying not to impose on Harry too much. So you’re surprised when Harry says, “Of course, let’s get a photo!”

You stand next to him, and his arm wraps around your shoulder and you hope your expression doesn’t show how crazy fast your heart is beating while Jason takes the picture.

“It was so nice meeting you both, I’ll see you around!” Harry says as he walks away.

Before Jason can begin to tease you, you say, “Don’t even say a word.”

He listens to you and instead just laughs as you keep walking.

After some quick hellos to the stadium staff, you’re led up to a box.

“I thought we just had seats today?” You question.

“We did. But when I was talking to Mark he said we got upgraded.”

When you step into the box you’re once again surprised by the presence of Harry Styles.

“Okay, we are definitely in the wrong place,” you murmur to your brother.

“Oh good, you guys found us!” Harry says. You look to see who he’s talking to and get shocked to see it’s you and Jason. “There were some open spots so I asked if you two could join us,” he explains.

“Wow, thank you!” You manage to squeak out.

Suddenly you’re realizing what is about to happen. A four minute encounter in the hallway? Easy. An entire three hour football game? There’s no way you make it through without embarrassing yourself.

And yet, halftime comes and you’ve so far managed not to make a fool of yourself. In fact, you’re even impressed by your witty banter as the Eagles and Packers go back and forth taking the lead.

“So, I read about these botanical gardens nearby,” Harry says.

“Longwood?” You ask.

“Yea, have you ever been?”

“A couple times. I went with Jason, Kylie, and the kids earlier this summer. They’re really nice. If you’re thinking about going, I highly recommend.”

“I actually got a couple tickets for the fountain show tomorrow night. I was wondering if you’d like to go with me.”

Quickly processing that Harry is asking you to hang out with him, possibly go on a date with him, you reply, “I’d love to!”

“Fantastic! I can pick you up in the afternoon?”

“Sounds good to me, thank you.”

You exchange phone numbers and give Harry your address, still in disbelief that all of this is actually happening.

The game resumes, and as the Eagles make their comeback you can’t help but cheer and get wrapped up in the game. And even as Harry’s team starts losing, he still stays happy and continues to joke around with you.

When the game ends and the Eagles fans celebrate, you say to Harry, “I hope this doesn’t affect us hanging out tomorrow.”

“Not a chance, in fact I think that will cheer me up,” he says with a smile.

“Hey Y/N, I’ve gotta go talk to a couple people. You hanging here or coming with me?” Of course, there’s your brother interrupting again. And while you’d rather stay with Harry, you don't really want to be separated from Jason in the post-game chaos. So you say goodbye to Harry with the promise to see him the next day.

On your way back home you put up with the teasing from your brother.

You beg him to be on his best behavior when Harry picks you up the next day.

You know he won’t.

So it’s no surprise that he gives Harry “the talk”, telling him that if he hurts you at all then he’ll have to face two NFL players.

You’re hanging in the living room with Kylie and the kids while this happens, and when the two boys come back Kylie asks,”He wasn’t too scary, was he?”

“No,” Harry replies. “Just scary enough I’d say. Shall we get going?” He addresses this last question to you and you agree, more than happy to get out of the house before Jason takes his big brother role too seriously.

When Harry drives away he lets out a deep breath and you say, “You good?”

“Yea, just- Your brother is scary.”

You start to laugh at the fact that Jason managed to actually shake up Harry Styles. But you decide to help him out by saying, “He seems scary, but it’s mostly all talk. Unless you do something to hurt me. Then you should be scared.”

“Oh I feel so much better,” he says, laughing along now.

The two of you have a wonderful time together at the gardens, especially since Harry manages to somehow fly under the radar. The fountain show is fascinating, and you stand together, Harry’s arm around your waist sending butterflies through your belly.

It’s late when you get home, and he walks you to the door like a gentleman.

When he asks if he can kiss you, of course you say yes. He leans in for a soft kiss before saying goodnight, not leaving until you’ve made it safely inside.

Jason is waiting up for you, and as you tell him about your night you watch his gruff exterior fade away. He looks truly pleased by all you have to report and you’re glad that he seems to approve of Harry.

For the next couple of months, it all goes well. Your relationship with Harry flourishes. You get to see him more than expected since he starts working out of a studio in NYC, only two hours away from where you are.

There is one mild bump in the road, occurring on a Friday evening when Jason and Kylie are supposed to be out at a party with the girls.

You’d been planning on a quiet night home alone. But then Harry had surprised you by showing up at your front door, a bouquet of flowers in hand.

One thing led to another, and before you know it you’re both on the couch. You’re straddling his lap, his hands sliding under your shirt as the two of you make out.

As much as Harry had surprised you, Jason surprises you even more by suddenly coming home and walking right into the living room.

Harry notices him first, and in an effort to save this interaction he pushes you off of him, luckily managing to shift you to the open spot next to him on the couch.

There’s a moment of oppressively awkward silence as Jason stares at the two of you, speechless. Without saying a word he walks to the mud room and grabs the diaper bag that had clearly been left behind earlier.

As he passes through the room to leave he says, “You are adults. Just- don’t be stupid. There are enough kids in this house already.”

Without waiting for a reply he leaves the house. After another moment you and Harry break into nervous laughter.

The mood is pretty much ruined but you still have a nice night watching a movie together. Harry stays with you but has to leave at lunchtime the next day.

That afternoon Jason knocks on your bedroom door, asking if he can talk for a minute.

“Sure, what’s up?” You say, not expecting the conversation that follows.

“I just wanted to ask how things are going between you and Harry,” he says.

“Oh! Good! Yea, things are going well. I really like him,” you answer.

“And you’re being safe?”

“Oh my god, Jason! We are not having this conversation,” you say as your cheeks warm at the implication.

“Well you’re living in my house, I just, you know. I feel responsible for your well being.”

“I’m safe. Very safe. You don’t have to worry.” You hope your words will convince him to drop the topic.

“And you trust him? Cause I mean, he’s a big time Popstar. Bet he’s broken a fair number of hearts before.”

You find yourself needing to defend Harry and ask, “Have you had this conversation with Travis about Taylor?”

“Fair point,” he concedes. “I just don’t want you getting hurt. You’re sure about him?”

“I am.”

“Okay then. That’s what matters. I’m only looking out for you.”

“I know. But Harry and I are happy. I promise.”

With that smoothed over, the next few weeks continue drama free.

And then comes Christmas.

Due to scheduling, Harry had yet to meet Travis. You’ve talked to your brother about him, and you know Travis has talked about all of this with Taylor. So while you’ve been told that it’s no big deal that your boyfriend and your brother’s girlfriend are exes, you’re still a bit nervous for Christmas dinner.

It’s a late meal, since you have to wait for Travis to get there after the Chiefs vs Ravens game, and you spend the afternoon entertaining your nieces and helping prepare the food.

Finally Travis and Taylor arrive, and for a moment you can’t help but feel self conscious. The room is full of NFL players and international pop stars. You excuse yourself to the kitchen for a moment to collect yourself. When you walk back to the living room, Harry greets you with the biggest smile, and those feelings of self doubt melt away. Because those big accomplishments and accolades aren’t what matter to him. What he cares about is how kind you are, how fun and loving you are. He wraps an arm around your shoulders, pressing a kiss to your head and you blush knowing your whole family is watching.

But looking up at them you see nothing but support. Your mom is practically glowing seeing all her children with their significant others, and quickly organizes a family picture.

It takes some time to get all three of the little girls to cooperate, and by the time the photo is taken, dinner is ready.

There is something surreal at seeing Harry and Taylor pass the potatoes or bread basket, never having imagined this is how your life would turn out.

But that night, as you all agree to break the internet by posting the family picture, you know you wouldn’t want it any other way.

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AN: I wrote the first half of this as the Eagles lost to the Commanders, thus breaking a 10 game win streak soooo that was a bummer.

I wrote the ending after watching the Eagles beat the Cowboys, so at least that turned back around!

I think this may be the silliest thing I’ve ever written.

[mythicmanuscripts]

I can't remember where you said it, but I remember you saying how Aemond likes the deep pressure feeling of you lying on top of him. I was wondering if you could write smth about that?? Like, I personally LOVE having someone lie on me, too. It's like the ultimate weighted blanket! I'd love to hear more thoughts on this, and maybe even with the roles reversed and him lying on you

Absolutely anon!! Absolutely!!

This is mostly just soft and SFW but since it mentions nakedness and some suggestive themes then I'll hide it under a cut just to be safe. Enjoy lads!

This is something I think Aemond would always have liked and sought out even before he fully knew what it was. When he was younger he used to wrap his blanket as tightly around himself as possible. Often that was the only way he could fall asleep.

That's also one of the reasons why he loves traveling with Vhagar so much. She always opens her wing out and stretches it over him while he sleeps, never moving until he wakes up. He always used to sleep so much better while traveling with her, and often he would willingly take longer routes home just to spend an extra night or two like that.

It's not really a desire he fully understood back then. He just knew that the feeling of something heavy or tight around him made him feel so much better, so much safer.

You first discover this a few weeks after you finally start cuddling regularly. One of Aemond's favourite cuddling positions is to lay cuddled up against you, resting his cheek on your chest and bending his legs to rest on top of yours. He especially loves it when you wrap an arm around his shoulder.

But sometimes it seemed like Aemond couldnt relax? He'd constantly be shuffling and nuzzling against you, pulling your arm tighter around him. You ask what he wants and honestly he's not even sure? He just knows he could be closer somehow, and he wants it.

The next time you're laying together, you come to bed after him and he's laying on his back. So you switch places with him and this time it's you cuddled against his chest. He pulls you closer, tighter and buries his nose into your hair, like he can't get you close enough.

You try to change positions and in doing so you accidentally end up nearly on top of him. Before you can even apologise he is already pulling you closer so your weight it on him. You try to get off, telling him that you must be squashing him but he won't hear it. He falls asleep so easily and in the morning when you bring it up all he can say is that he felt secure.

Of course now that you're armed with this information you lay on him much more often, sometimes he even asks for it. Maybe, since we all know how much he loves to be of service, you ask him if he would like to try reading to you while you lay like that?

He sits up against the headboard with you curled up in his lap. You let your body rest over his legs rather than try to avoid it. He loves it, always keeping a hand on your back.

At first he would only read you whatever you had suggested, and never suggested anything himself. But over time as he grows more comfortable with you and begins to show you all the different sides of himself, then he starts to read you history books? It becomes one of his favourite things to do.

I also think he would love that sort of pressure when not in the bedroom as well? Obviously far more toned down.

If you two are watching Aegon hold court then you tend to stand off to the side with Aemond. He leans against the wall and then pulls you closer, holding you against him and letting him hold up some of your weight. He wraps one of his arms around your waist and will often rest his head on your shoulder (especially because he can whisper things to you about how boring this is and how Aegon made the wrong decision and all his other complaints.)

[wildflowerteas]

It's been a while...

sorry to be dramatic about coming back after 5 months but a lot has happened in the interim and I feel the need to both profusely apologize and explain my absence. to put things simply: I moved to another country! halfway across the world! the first month was a rough adjustment--getting used to the culture shocks, new people ( I knew no one ), and my new and terrible living situation [ more about this at a later date, if people are interested ]. While I was abroad, I found some amazing friends and threw myself into academic work, but my living situation didn't get much better, no matter how much time went by. I didn't have a safe space to cook, sleep, or brush my teeth, let alone write. And to top it all off, a lot of old issues started flaring up again ( my health started to deteriorate quick and even my family told me to slam the brakes on writing and stop driving myself into an early grave ) so much so that I could not physically write some days.

I didn't mean to be melodramatic about it, but I found myself simply logging out…of a lot of platforms. because I was just so busy and overwhelmed with everything else. But it's gotten well enough--and life has slowed down with the semester over and all--and I finally felt well enough and able enough to write again and so here we are! I started tearing up several times going through the messages in my inbox and retrospring over these last few days as I prepared to post. A part of me was definitely thinking 'Oh no one would miss this fic/miss my writing' and i was proven wrong so so many times. I've beaten myself up over it for a while. thank you all so so much.

it's such a blessing to have people who make sharing your hobbies with the world feel so fulfilling.

photos from my life incoming to my blog!! I've had such a wonderful time ( in between all the bad, of course ) that I can't help wanting to share it.

chapter 22–the interlude chapter ‘nobilissima’—will come out after a short 1 week ( I promise ) hiatus! just so I can get my bearings and celebrate the New Year. I'm also planning on updating the references post so that all the little easter eggs and connections to canon can all live in one place. I'm so so excited to start part III! Everything is going to fall into place now that the soukoku have avoided fate (?) and atsushi knows the truth, but the stakes are bigger than just that! After all, there's a mayoral election to win ;) - niko <3