#because 56 is really just an epilogue

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over again, chapter 5: staying over

This is my updates-only blog! Follow me at @burntheedges Joel Miller x f!reader summary: you fell in love with Joel Miller in Austin, Texas, in 2001, but you thought you lost him and your whole family in 2003 when the world turned upside down. now it's 2024, and you find the surprise of your life waiting for you in Jackson, Wyoming. or, five times you and Joel fell deeper in love, on both sides of the apocalypse (and one time you did something about it) 18+ minors DNI chapter tags/warnings: fluff, flirting, banter, angst, implied heavy angst (sorry), kissing, pet names (darlin’, baby, honey, pretty girl), Joel calls reader a good girl, neck grabbing (no breath play), light manhandling, grinding, spit kink, oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), p in v sex (no condom this time, he’s 56 and she’s 49, but use a condom, y’all), creampie, masturbation, praise kink, light anal play, face sitting, if I missed anything please let me know! a/n: Well, this is part 5 of the 5+1. I can’t believe it. Next week we have the +1, which is the epilogue. I’m sorry in advance for the first part. Check ao3 for notes to skip the smut. word count: 5.5k | series main post | series playlist | ao3 | ch 1 | ch 2 | ch 3 | ch 4

Chapter 5: Staying Over

Boston, September 26, 2003 

Your phone rang at 6:30 AM, rudely interrupting a dream that involved Joel, no pants, and a very sturdy table. 

“...h’llo?” you mumbled into the receiver.

“Morning, darlin’.”

“Joel?” You yawned. “Baby, it’s 5:30 in the morning in Austin. Why are you calling me?”

“Well, baby, you see, it’s my birthday, but my fiance is all the way across the country in Boston at some fancy conference. I thought maybe she might like to help me start my day right, put me in a good mood before our daughter wakes up and makes me eat one of her culinary science experiments.” You heard what sounded like sheets rustling on his end of the phone and you started to smile. 

“Joel, she cooks the eggs that way because it’s how you taught her.”

He hummed and murmured your name. “Come on, baby.”

“You looking for a little phone sex, Miller? What are you wearing?”

He laughed, but he answered, “Nothing, pretty girl. What are you wearing?” 

As he asked, you were already kicking off your pajamas. “What a coincidence! Nothing here, either.”

“Mmm wish I could see it.”

“Just one more day, baby, and then I’ll be home and you can keep me naked in your bed all night.”

“That’s our bed, darlin’. For the rest of our lives.”

You smiled, just like you did every time Joel reminded you that you’d be waking up next to each other every day from now on. He’d done this a lot since you’d moved in at the start of the summer, taking advantage of your free time after the school year ended. Though really you’d spent almost every night together since he proposed in December.

“Well, tell me what you’re doing, baby. Or what you want me to do. What do you want, birthday boy?”

“I want you to touch yourself. Tell me everything you’re doing and how it feels. Can you do that for me, pretty girl?” You hummed, and slipped your hand between your legs. “Of course you can. That’s my good girl.”

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Jackson, Spring 2024

(the same night you went to the bar)

You feel like you’ve lived a thousand lives since you met Tommy and Joel outside your house earlier. First the dance, then the panic attack, then the kiss. The almost-more-than-a kiss. Outside. Where people could see you. Your face gets hot again at the thought of it.

Slumped by your door, you tell yourself to breathe and calm down. You put your palms over your eyes and tilt your head back against the door, taking some time to breathe deeply and slow your racing heart. 

You’re afraid to let yourself think about it — you can feel the tears behind your eyes, ready to fall. You focus on your breath. 

It sort of works, enough for you to get yourself together and stand, starting to move away from the door. 

You’ve only made it a few steps away when there’s a knock, and your heart starts to race again. Your hands are shaking. 

Before you even open it, you know who’s standing on the other side. You barely pull it open a few inches before you see his hand appear as he grabs the side of the door, and then his arm as he pushes it open, and then Joel himself is in front of you again, moving straight towards you. He doesn’t even step inside all the way before he’s kissing you, the hand on the door pushing it shut and the other grabbing you by the neck. You wrap your arms around him, opening for him and deepening the kiss immediately. He turns and pushes you against the door, from the inside this time, palm flat against your collar bone. 

You gasp, chest heaving. Joel rests his forehead against yours. “I was standing in my empty house, frozen, and realized I had no idea what I was doing there, away from you.” He brushes his hands down your arms and around your waist, pulling you closer. “What the hell was I thinking? Can’t believe I kissed you like that ‘n walked away.”

You laugh, so, so relieved, feeling lighter than you have in years. “Me neither, baby.”

He turns his head, nosing along your ear and then down your neck, skimming his lips lightly across your shoulder. You shiver. 

“You got plans tonight, pretty girl?” He says it playfully, knowing you’ll pick up on it, that you’ll remember it too. It makes you laugh again and tear up at the same time.

“Just s- some cowboy who wants t- to get in my pants.” You know your lines, but you can barely get them out past the emotions bubbling up inside of you. You can feel him smirk against your neck. 

“Oh?” His left hand moves from your waist around to the front of your jeans, deftly undoing the button and starting to lower the zipper slowly. “And are you going to let him?”

“I dunno. You think he’s any good?” You’re smiling so wide it hurts. 

At that, Joel moves his hand inside your open pants to cup your pussy firmly, holding you tight over your underwear. You’re on fire, blood rushing in your ears. “You know he is, baby.”

You have to ask, even when all you want is to let him fuck you right there, against the door. You push your hands through his hair. “Not taking it slow after all?”

He softens his grip on you and brings his lips to your ear, resting his forehead against the side of your head. Your eyes slip shut. “We’ve got a lot to work out, sure, but I was standing there alone and I just realized I don’t want to spend any more of my life away from you, not if I don’t have to. Not when you’re right here barely 50 feet away from me.” He presses a kiss to your jaw, just in front of your ear. “I don’t know how I got so lucky to find you twice in this fucked up life, but I ain’t turning it down.” He brings his right palm up to cup your face. “We’ve never let fear take over before and I don’t want to now. I don’t want to wait anymore. I want to do this together. I want you.” 

You inhale sharply and feel a tear run down your cheek. He sees it and thumbs it away. “What about you, baby? What do you want?”

You open your eyes, meeting his gaze in the dim light of your hallway. Your hands are in his hair and his hand is still cupping your pussy, holding you gently. You know he can feel how wet you are, just from this. You curve your hips forwards and watch his eyes darken. 

“Fuck slow. I never stopped wanting you, Joel. I want you to take me to my bed and make me forget the 20 years I spent without you in it. And I want you to do it again tomorrow, and the next day, and to keep doing it every night for the rest of our lives.”

His grip tightens on your pussy as he smiles at you, slow. You see a glimpse of that cocky cowboy who swept you off your feet in 2001 in the corners of his mouth and the tilt of his brow. 

So fast it makes your head spin, he pulls his hand from your pants and goes to whisk you away towards the stairs with his arms around your waist. He pulls you close to lean on him, taking some of your weight. “Let’s get to it, then.”

“Joel Miller! Let me walk. We’re going to need those ancient back muscles, in a minute.” He laughs. 

“Alright, alright.” He slides his hands to rest on your hips. “I know we’re old now, baby, but I bet I can still make you come at least three times tonight.” You laugh, even as you feel his effect on you running through your veins and pooling in your underwear.

“Big talk, cowboy. Don’t count on that everytime, not these days.”

He hums in your ear. “You know I’m good for it.” 

You grab his hand and pull him up the stairs behind you and into your bedroom, turning and sitting on the bed. He’s on you before you can move, pulling your shoes off and your pants down your legs and tossing them somewhere across the room. You take the opportunity to strip off your shirt, moving your hands to his belt once you’re done. 

He takes off his shirt and it makes you stop and stare, eyes roving over his strong chest and arms, somehow stronger than when you last saw him like this. You look up at him and realize you’re sitting frozen on the bed with your hands on his belt, and you smirk as you loosen it and then undo his jeans. 

He inhales slowly and reaches forward to brush his thumb across your lips as you pull him from his underwear, shifting your gaze from his face to his hard cock. 

You begin to lean forward, mouth opening, tongue darting out for a taste, when he catches you by the throat and your eyes dart back up to meet his gaze. He’s looking down at you with half-lidded eyes and a lazy smirk on his face. 

“Now, pretty girl, did I say you could do that?”

You squirm, so aroused you can feel the mess you’re making. “Please, baby?” You meet his eyes and run your tongue across your bottom lip. “It’s been so long.”

“You know I love that pretty mouth. But I think we should make sure of something right quick.”

You tilt your head, questioning. Not sure what he means. He shoves your shoulder, pushing you to back up and lie on the bed before kicking off his jeans and underwear and crawling over you. He lowers himself so that his cock is brushing your stomach and whispers in your left ear, “Only good girls get to suck this cock, baby, you know that. Are you still my good girl?” 

You breathe in so sharply it’s almost a sob, and clutch at him. “Yes, Joel,” you breathe. “Always.”

He sits up a bit and smiles at you, and you can see it all there in his expression. This man is the love of your life, and it’s still mutual. You still fit together like this perfectly. You close your eyes against the swell of emotion you feel at realizing how well you go together, even after all this time.

“I thought so. Why don’t you show me how good you can be, pretty girl, and touch yourself.” You immediately move to do as he says, and he leans to the side to watch. “Let me see you get wet for me, baby.”

“I’m already wet, Joel.” You feel him settle in next to you as he watches your hand move between your legs. He pushes your left leg up and to the side, opening you up for his view. 

“I want you so wet you soak the bed, baby. I want you so wet it feels like silk when my cock slips inside that pussy.” You moan at his words, watching him watch your hand. He sits up to get a better look. 

You open your legs wider and use your fingers to spread your folds with one hand while you start to tease yourself with the other. You move your fingers lightly from your hole to your clit, dancing around it as you watch his reaction. You know your body looks different now, but under his gaze you feel the same as you did every time he looked at you back then – beautiful, desirable. Loved. Like he looks at you and sees you.

You circle your clit, letting the feeling build just a bit before moving your fingers down to your entrance. You push your hips forward slightly, watching as he leans forward. You slip one finger inside and he licks his bottom lip, gaze intent. 

“So pretty, baby. Such a pretty pussy, always so pretty for me.” He doesn’t look away from your fingers as he says it. 

You slip a second finger inside you, starting to pump them in and out, but it’s not enough. Your fingers aren’t big enough, never have been, not after having his. You squirm a little, trying to go deeper. He sees your struggle and smirks. “You need help, pretty girl?”

You bite your lip, nodding. “Please, Joel. I need your fingers, baby, I missed them so much.”

“Yeah?” He smooths his hand up your leg, closer and closer to where you want him. “You need it that bad?”

“Yes!” You cry out, squeezing your eyes shut.

“Shhh, let me help you. I’ll give you everything you want, baby.” He pulls your hands from your pussy and pins them to the bed by your hips. He holds them here as he leans down, inches away from your open pussy, taking a good, long look. You squirm. “Joel–”

“Patience.” He nips at your thigh. “Let me look at you.” He does, and you watch him do it, helpless. “I missed this, so much. This right here.” 

He leans down and slowly licks you, tongue flat and mouth wide open, lingering over your clit and meeting your eyes. “You taste so damn good, baby, thought I’d never get to taste this again.” You revel in the feeling of his beard scratching against your pussy as he licks you again, slow. You feel yourself getting wetter as you clutch the sheets in your fists. 

He lifts one hand but eyes you, so you know he wants you to keep your hand where it is. He uses his fingers to spread open your folds, and looks down again, licking his lips. He looks up to meet your eyes again – you can feel yourself staring, mouth open, breathing hard but silent – and he smirks. “I don’t think you’re wet enough yet, baby.”

You know what’s coming before he does it, but the anticipation makes you squirm. He opens his mouth and lets you see him gather the spit on his tongue before he lets it slip off the tip, right onto your clit, exposed by his fingers holding you open. You throw your head back and moan. “That’s my girl.” With that, he leans back down, and puts his mouth to work right where you both want it. You buck your hips up and he pushes them back down with his right hand. “Easy, pretty girl. Let me get my taste of this perfect pussy.”

He takes both hands and throws your legs over his shoulders, returning his mouth to your clit and sucking lightly. You whine, and it spurs him on. “Fuck, Joel.” He reaches down with one hand to tease you at your entrance while the other reaches up around your leg to pinch your nipple as he takes your clit in your teeth. He looks up and catches your eye, keeping eye contact as his touch sets you aflame – twisting your nipple gently, sucking and tonguing your clit, and slowly sinking his finger inside you, all at once. You stop breathing for a moment, overwhelmed at the competing sensations.

Joel winks at you and then returns to his work. He thrusts one finger inside of you, curling it upwards at the end of every thrust. You’re astonished to feel your orgasm building, right then and there, so quick and so strong. You know he can tell – your breath speeds up and you clench your fists tight. Your legs start to shake and you clench down on his fingers, a second joining the first, fucking you perfectly. 

Joel plays your entire body perfectly, even though he hasn’t touched it in 20 years. It’s masterful, like he never forgot a single detail, and it brings tears to your eyes. Fuck.

You’re so close, but you’re teetering right on the edge. He smooths his left hand down your torso, pressing down gently on your pelvis. He lifts his head up, fingers twisting inside of you, and says, “show me how good you are, pretty girl. Come on my face.” 

And you do. He immediately returns his mouth to your clit, sucking on it, and it tips you over the edge. You haven’t had an orgasm like this in 20 years and it launches through your body like a rocket. It overwhelms every bit of you, body and mind, setting you on fire in its wake. You cry out and lose yourself in it.

You’re slow to come down but as you do you realize you’ve locked your thighs around Joel’s head.

He seems happy with his plight, though, as he continues licking at your hole, teasing his tongue up inside of you as he removes his fingers. Like a man dying of thirst, finally given water.

You open your legs and tug him away by the hair, overstimulated. “I missed the way you taste, baby. Even better than I remembered.” His face is glistening and his eyelids are heavy, dark eyes watching you. He clears his throat. “That was one. You ready for another?” He grins. You shake your head at him, and laugh, incredulous. 

“Show me what you can do, cowboy.” You’re breathless, boneless.

He turns his head and kisses your thigh, leaving a trail of moisture from his face as he moves slowly up to your knee. Then he licks, tongue flat, all the way from your knee back to your hip, where he digs in a little with his tongue at the crease of your thigh. You let your legs fall apart at the sensation. “I want you to give me another one, baby. Turn over.” You think you know what he wants, and your heart starts to race even faster. 

You sit up, a little unsteady, arms shaking, and turn over so you’re on all fours. He nips at your ass and you know it’s because he approves. You feel him shifting around as you hang your head between your shoulders. Then you feel his hands smooth up the back of your thighs and you realize he’s on his back, face right under your pussy. 

“Sit down, baby. Put that pretty pussy right on my face.” You shiver. You know he means it. He taps your ass when you don’t move right away. 

You lower your hips, sliding your knees apart on the bed and feeling them ache a little, sitting up at the same time. You look down and you can see him waiting for you, a wicked grin on his face. “That’s it, be a good girl and sit down right here for me.” 

He reaches up and pulls your hips down and you do. Back Before, you used to worry you’d smother him like this, until one night he made you sit down, weight dropped fully onto him, and he moaned louder than you’d ever heard him. He wanted you like that, all over him, smothering him, taking over all of his senses. You were happy to oblige.

You sink onto his face and you feel his mouth open to meet you. His tongue licks at you and then sinks right inside, smooth and soft. “Yes, baby,” you sigh. He twists his tongue inside and then closes his lips around your hole, kissing you there like he would kiss your mouth. And then he sucks, lightly, making your entire body shiver in response.

As you start to rock your hips he encourages it, squeezing your hips and pulling you up and down on his face, thrusting his tongue in time with your hips. His nose starts to catch on your clit and your breath hitches at every thrust. You moan, loudly. You start to lose yourself in it, head flung back, thrusting harder than you’d let yourself if you could think straight, but he moans in response and scrapes his teeth lightly around your hole. 

The noises he’s making are obscene.

Joel’s hands leave your hips and sneak around to your ass, grabbing both cheeks and squeezing. On the next rock of your hips he lets go with his left hand and lightly trails his fingers between your cheeks, touching the pad of one finger to your asshole. You whine and push your hips back to meet it. You can feel his grin at your response.

He uses his right hand to pull you towards his face while his left toys with your ass and his tongue continues to stoke the fire inside of you. You grab his right wrist with one hand and his hair with the other as you grind down on his face. He sucks at your hole and pulls down with his hands to hold you down. 

You throw your head back again, lost in the moment. Your orgasm is close, creeping over you, sending tingles down your spine. You clench around his tongue. “Fuck, Joel, your mouth. I’m gonna come, baby,” you whisper, overcome.

You don’t know if he can hear you, but you know he can tell. He always could, and he always knew just how to push you over the edge. He pushes you back a little with his right hand, and then tugs you back down, thrusting his tongue inside of you and curling it upwards. 

His mouth is open wide, so wide you feel it everywhere as he sucks at your hole and grinds his nose into your clit.The tip of middle finger just breaches your asshole. 

Your orgasm slams into you and you cry out, tensing all over and closing his head between your thighs. You clench on his tongue and his finger, holding him inside you in both places as the fire rushes over you again. This one is stronger but it passes more quickly and you find yourself toppling forward as it leaves you. You catch yourself on one hand, and look down at Joel.

He’s fucking wrecked, face covered in your juices, and totally blissed out. He looks like he’s achieved a higher plane of existence, eyes closed, breathing heavy and licking his lips. You both just breathe for a moment, completely winded. 

And then he opens his eyes.

His gaze immediately locks on yours, and he growls. It happens so fast you barely follow it, but suddenly he’s up again and flips you onto your back. “Never thought I’d get to have this again.” His voice is low and you feel it rumble deep through your chest. He pulls you down the bed by the hips, spreading your legs and wrapping them around his waist. “This perfect fucking pussy, fucking made for me.” His left hand comes up and wraps around your throat, just holding you, as his right reaches down to rest the tip of his cock at your entrance. You can feel it there, just barely pushing at you, notched in place. 

You gasp, overwhelmed, and beg him, “please, Joel. I need you.”

He leans over you, right hand coming to rest by your head, forehead pressed to yours as he whispers your name. “I want to live right here, in bed, with you. I want to pass my days with my face buried in your pussy. I want you to sit on my cock until you can’t take it, until you cry, until you forget what it feels like not to be full of me. I want you right here with me every day until I die. Just like we promised.” With the last word, he sinks into you, steadily, filling you all the way up until his hips meet yours. You sob and clutch at his shoulders. 

“I want you just like this. Beautiful and overwhelmed. Full of my cock. So wet you’re dripping. Needy and at my mercy.” He squeezes your neck gently, just the way you like. He leans down and captures your mouth, tangling your tongues together as he twists his hips a little, keeping himself fully inside of you. You taste yourself on his tongue.

“I want you, honey. What do you want?”

You reach up and grab his ass in both hands, squeezing. 

“I want that too, baby, want to do that, be that for you.” You take a deep breath and look him straight in the eye. 

“And right now I want you to fuck me, Joel Miller, and I want you to mean it.”

He grins wider than you’ve seen him, since you found him again. He looks younger and a bit wild. “That’s my good girl.” His words sink into you like a stone falling into a pool, sending ripples down your spine. 

And then he does.

He pulls out, almost all the way, and then pounds into you. He finds a rhythm and keeps it up, resting his forehead on yours and sliding his left hand behind your neck. You breathe each other in as you lift your hips to his, chasing the same high. You can feel it, dancing ahead of you, as his cock fills you just right with every thrust. He drops his head to your shoulder and moves his right hand down to your clit. “One more, baby,” he murmurs in your right ear. “Give me one more. I need to feel your pussy squeeze me tight.” You close your eyes and fall into it, letting him sweep you away. His hips speed up as his fingers match his thrusts in rhythm on your clit and you cling to him, just trying to hold on with your arms and legs. 

He’s pushing you higher and higher, just about there, and you squeeze your pussy tight right when he squeezes the back of your neck. He opens his mouth and bites down on your shoulder and your vision goes white. You clench around him, crying out his name, and his hips stutter as he follows you upwards and over. You hear him say your name, over and over again, as your orgasms slam into you both and then leave you loose and tingling in their wake. 

You’re both breathing hard when he reaches down to ease his cock out of you before flopping down on his back at your side. He groans. You can’t move your legs, and you tell him so. He huffs a weak laugh in response. 

Somehow Joel finds the strength to roll over and reach for his shirt, which he uses to clean you both up. You smile, knowing he’s going to be annoyed with himself for doing that in the morning. He flops back down and pulls you into him on his left, hitching your thigh over his leg and pulling you close with an arm around your waist. The position is at once so familiar, like an echo, and so longed for that it makes you dizzy.

“Not sure our backs ‘n knees are up for all that vigorous activity anymore, darlin’.” He’s breathless as he says it, and you can hear his heart racing under your ear on his chest.

You know he’s right - your pussy is throbbing a little and you know it won’t go that way every time, not these days. But you tease him anyway. “Speak for yourself, old man, I’m still young and limber.” He laughs. “Got seven years on you, anyway.”

He nuzzles into your hair, squeezing the wrist you’ve thrown across his chest with his right hand. “Still blew me away, baby, even if my back is killing me. Fucking made for me, I told you.”

You inhale deeply, and settle onto his chest. His scent is comforting and it settles something inside of you that hasn’t been settled in a long, long time. “Made for each other, more like. I missed you so goddamn much, Joel.”

“I missed you too, darlin’. Every fucking day. Even when I pretended I wasn’t thinking about it.” He takes a deep breath, pulling you closer. “I hope you weren’t alone for all of it. I – well, I –” You know what he’s getting at, so you interrupt before he can twist himself up into knots.

“I know about Tess, Joel. Tommy told me. I’m glad you had someone.” 

“Course he did. Well, I’m glad you know.” He sighs.

“I do, but Joel, I had someone too. For a little while, anyway. That’s why he told me, I told him first.” You take a deep breath. “It was in Atlanta. We were as much as we could be for each other, which wasn’t enough probably. But we did ok. She was…” You close your eyes, remembering Michelle. He brushes his hand down your back, soothing you. “She was good, and kind, even in the apocalypse when most of us were hard. Including me.”

“I’m glad you had someone. I wish I was there, of course, but I wouldn’t want you to be alone, all that time.” 

You nod against his chest, agreeing. “We’ll tell each other all about it, eventually.” 

He goes quiet for a moment.

“I didn’t let myself do it often, but sometimes I tried to imagine we were wrong. That you were alive. And what it would have been like if that were true.”

You reach over and grab his hand, squeezing. He takes a deep breath and continues. 

“What it would be like to just run into you on the street. I… well. I didn’t think about it often. Because I was pretty sure you would have hated the man I’d become.” You try to pick your head up to look at him but he brings his hand up to smooth over your hair, keeping you where you are. “I wasn’t… they were never happy thoughts. I couldn’t imagine a reunion where you saw what I’d become and didn’t turn right back around and leave me there. ‘N I would’a deserved it. So I tried not to think about it.”

“Joel, I-.” He interrupts, continuing like he’s afraid he’ll stop if he doesn’t. 

“In some ways I’m glad I found you now. I wish I’d known earlier, of course I do. But I’m more… me, now. I was a ghost, in Boston. I said barely living, but I felt barely human.” He pulls you tighter against him. “You wouldn’t have deserved being around me like that. No one did. Ellie didn’t, that’s for sure. Somehow she stuck around me long enough for me to remember how to be human again anyway.”

You push yourself up and don’t let him hold you down. Looking at him, you see that his eyes are teary, and he’s frowning. 

“Joel, I used to think about it too. And I worried the same thing - that I’d become something you wouldn’t want anymore. Someone hard, and mean, and unyielding. But neither of us were right, baby. I didn’t fall in love with only one part of you. I fell in love with all of you. And I think we both know how ruthless we might have become at times in the last 20 years, to survive.”

He closes his eyes and nods. 

“It was never a question for us back then, how much you’d do to protect us. How far you’d go. And I didn’t exactly shy away from it myself.” He huffs a laugh like he agrees with you, eyes still closed. You reach out to cup his face. 

“I know we didn’t get to say it back then, baby, but we would have said for better or for worse, and I would have meant it. That’s what I used to wonder about and try not to let myself want too much - to have you there for the worst of it. Not to have to go it alone.”

He finally opens his eyes again and he’s looking at you with not a little wonder. He brushes his fingers down your cheek.

“I forgot, for a long time, what it was like to be trusted like that. To be someone’s safe place. I couldn’t, or wouldn’t maybe, let myself with Tess, and, well. She deserved more than I could give her.” You can see the regret in his eyes, and it’s so familiar. You used to think the same thing about Michelle, wishing you could give her more of you, knowing there wasn’t more to give. Not back then. “I remembered it, with Ellie. It was hard as shit, don’t get me wrong.” You laugh a bit, and he smiles. “Thought caring like that would take me out for good. Feels like it sometimes, still. But I’m remembering how, with her. And now with you.” He tucks your head back down on his chest and pulls you closer, almost on top of him. 

You’re both quiet for a moment.

“Joel?”

“Hmm?”

“This doesn’t feel real. It’s too… I’m too happy.”

“I know. I feel it too, baby.” He kisses you softly right at your hairline. “I feel it too.”

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a/n: See you next week for the +1/epilogue! It's... not short. lol

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Wayward Son reread!

starting the story with an Epilogue really confused me at first

the idea of Baz with a beard/ facial hair is....

Truly as much as Baz talks and thinks about kill/ draining ppl I don't think he could... likes Simon and Penny would (and do) without hesitation but does Baz even kill any of the vampires??? (Double checking he does kill 2 of the RenFest vamps with fire but only when Simon is in deep danger -- he also does kill some vamps at the end battle but again... Simon in danger)

I don't think Simon ever really learned to regulate his emotions. Like in care it was no emotions and at Watford he needed to be extreme to go off... and who was going to teach him control? Definitely not the mage. And none of the Adults where going to stand up to his mistreatment (or even acknowledge that it was happening) and now in WS he still doesn't know how but now it isn't ok because he doesn't have magic has a back reason

"he looks like Quasimodo" (page 5) i know that in AWTWB his wings fold in more (?) but i always think that Simon looks like he has a hump back whenever he has to hide his wings under clothes

"Surprise! it's your exboyfriend and his boyfriend and that girl you never liked very much!" (page 9)

Agatha and Simon are two peas in "what is my sexuality" pod. in my head Agatha is AroAce (ppl can be mad about it and yes i've read AWTWB) and Simon is Demisexual

WS again references Simon transforming into a dragon so...

"(fuck men, always trying to trap you alone.)" (page 34)

Simon has memory loss about his childhood (specifically this is referencing non Watford childhood) (page 38)

"'Yah. Do it, Snow. Live dangerously.' Says the vampire teaching me how to drive." (page 56)

it makes he laugh that NO ONE told an Adult they were going to American....

Penny and Baz friendship makes me smile

"'Imagine dating a legend.' That's the trouble. I don't have to." (page 85)

"Something specifically American: a gun demon,..." (page 127)

when Simon and Shepard meet and both turn into golden retrievers wagging their tails at each other

everyone calls the were-skunk something different

i don't think Baz knows how not to not pretend to not be a vampire (what did i just write..? - he doesn't know how not to pretend to be human)

"'We are made of magic. Without our magic, you're worse than Normal. You're useless'" (page 159) - this hurts real bad cuz Simon could have overheard (i don't think he did but if this was less of a YA book i think he would have)

so many things happen with Margaret that i'm not even sure i have a half-baked theory on what she says to Simon

Simon likes kissing Baz but doesn't like to be kissed (page 206)

f*ck creepy Lamb

there is a slip where Lamb reveals he's working with the Next Blood vamps but if you don't know you don't know (page 278)

do you think Baz was in Lamb's thrall? or was Baz just really hoping to see the good and a teacher in someone like himself?

so much goes down after the fight - and i have a grumpy face that the book ends with a prologue...

[juliee4everial]

"How It Feels To Be Saved"

EPILOGUE

Who in their right mind thought it would be a great idea to combine two opposing worlds?

Lilley is a distant planet in the Andromeda Galaxy where a supernatural world and a human world exist. However, due to God's betrayal, both the supernatural and human worlds are now combined, and this caused the planet to be intertwined with chaos and disparity; this action is utterly irreversible. Both worlds are now aware of one another. Hence, to keep world balance and harmony between the two indecisive worlds, the creators of the universe, the "Heavenly council," have decided to assign every mortal human being a guardian angel, which protects them from "immoralites," who are paranormal species and possess no morals and are purely made of evil and deception.

Now, amidst this new system, will two close friends be able to cope and readjust to the new changes?

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CHAPTER 1 - This stubborn girl!

Clemione flapped her wings at her best friend's face dismissively and impatiently, but her best friend was not having it.

"I already told you, 'mione, I think he's the one for me!" Her best friend, Wisteria, gave the same energy, and was also impatiently tapping her finger on the table. Her once beautiful, chocolate hair, which she tied in a cute bun, was now as neat as a bird's nest and on the table as the poor girl tried to defend her position. 

"It's the same statement all the damn time! Tell that to the 56 guys who also asked you out but turned out to be wanted werewolves and vampires on the loose!" Clemione scoffed, feeling quite betrayed at her best friend's refusal to accept her protection. After all, she has always found herself to be right about the odd guts she'd been getting each time her mortal's been asked by plenty of boys out on a date. This girl is about as stubborn as a 5 year old, she thought resentfully. Her lilac wings, painted with violet hues, although beautiful and intricate, had a bad habit of exposing her true feelings, and so she took a moment to readjust her wings and posture so as to make herself look more firm and strict, even though her inner self screamed off fear and danger from the thought of letting Wisteria be alone with a man for more than 10 seconds. Again.

"I'll be fine, I don't feel the same vibes from him anymore! The countless men I've encountered before, I had the vibes from them as you told me… but it was because I felt forced to say yes to them! But now…." She made a dramatic pose like a princess out of dismay after finding her one and true love.

"I really think he is the one." Besides, you act too much like my mother, let me live once damn… she thought secretly, but chuckled on the inside. She knows she'll win this argument. She had a weapon.

"I've trusted you well too many times now to let you off on your own! And every chance I've given to you, you almost let yourself be in a grave situation! What will you do if I can't come protect you if I have other angel business–" Clemione suddenly covered her eyes with her wings and accidentally made them sharp by muscle memory because blinding light was suddenly being transmitted to her eyes, she carefully took her wings off of her eyes just to gaze at the cubic box her best friend was now holding. No fair! She, though, exclaimed (by her thoughts), was still staring at the box that held trillions of stars and galaxies, and in the distant corner was their very own planet system. Mercury, Venus, Earth, Mars, Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus, and Neptune were all moving on their own little orbit and glowing in accordance to their color. 

She almost, almost forgot why she was scolding her best friend in the first place until– fingers snapped in front of her face which made her look up, she hadn't even realized she was now crouching to be at the same level as the cubic box, until that was– her best friend interrupted, "Ehem, so, if you let me go out with Tray I will let you borrow this for a week–" mine.

Clemione snatched that box immediately and waved her wings cheerily at Wisteria, "Alright, you've got yourself a deal…" Wisteria was thrilled by this– "BUT that doesn't mean I won't look after you, alright?" Clemione put great emphasis on the last question so her best friend, at this, scoffed, a bit too loudly.

"Wisteria, do you understand me?" She reiterated menacingly which made Wisteria gulped.

"Yes, ma'am."

"Alright, enjoy your fancy date, 'Ria." With that, Clemione flew off.

(A/N): Hii! This is my first OG story post, I hope you guys enjoyed it ^^ Lmk what you guys think :))

If you guys are confused:

Clemione: Guardian Angel who's assertive and overprotective Wisteria: The (kinda stubborn) mortal in which clemione's guarding

[wily-one24]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Tagged by @rowark (If "anyone who wants to" counts as tagging, and I am going to, so there. If that makes you angry, perhaps you need a nap?).

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 56.

2. What's your total AO3 word count? 1,248,713.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

The main ones I have written for include Profiler, Buffy, Firefly, Veronica Mars, Once Upon A Time.

And most recently Law and Order: SVU.

I have delved into other fandoms such as The Inside, Rizzoi and Isles, Supergirl, and Heroes.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Memory Cloud - 1,413

Paint It Black - 1,320

The Blue Moon - 811 (it's the smut, isn't it? I know it, you pervs).

The Waning Moon - 783

Elmo's ABCs - 744

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try to. I respond to as many as possible. Especially if the fic is fresh. But I have responded to comments on fics that are months/years old. I do miss some comments, sometimes I'm busy and my brain says "I'll get to that later", but then my brain is... not perfect... and it forgets.

However, I love responding to comments. I have made friends in the comments. I have the best discussions in my comments.

6. What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Oh, geez. Like, you're asking me, the Queen of Angst? There were LJ icons with "Jacqui + Angst = OTP". Maybe if I go by fandoms? Firefly's angstiest ending was "DIdn't Mean Nothin'", but also "Pieces" had a super angsty epilogue.

Veronica Mars' angstiest ending? I mean, they were mostly angst middles, weren't they? Super dark middles with hopeful endings. Veronica did bring out the optimist in me. She was so young, she deserves her life to improve after all the shit canon put her through. I guess if I had ever finished "Bitter Revenge" it would have been a tad angsty? But there would have been hope, becauses he would have had the baby!

Swan Queen, whoo. Um, OH YEAH, "You and Me (We Wanted It All)". HA, that was angst a'plenty. Even PIB and Memory Cloud had hopeful (if not happy) endings. But that one was... just some light angst for angst sake.

I mean I only have three fics with SVU, (two of which form part of a series), and only one of which is finished. BUT, I can with confidence say that "Wicked Game" ends pretty fucking bleakly and angstily.

(okay, so I went back to my VM fic masterlist on LJ, and whew, okay, so there's a whole bunch of "exploration" fics that don't necessarily change canon, just delve into it like "Neptune CA Mother's Club" deals with the shit poor mothers in Neptune, "Courting Disaster" devles into Logan's abuse, "The Tender Bruise" and "Bruises In the Mirror" were both angst fests that didn't end happily per se. Also, "The Ghost and Mrs Mars" was... not hopeful at all. Man, I *forgot* a LOT of them).

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

🤣🤣🤣

Ok, let me think. I'm assuming we're not talking smut fics? LIke, happy endings? 'Cause I have a bunch of PWPs which could be considered 'happy'. But... let's say what a reasonable person might be called happy...

I think "Sleep Perchance" was pretty optimistic and its sequel "... To Dream" was set to end in a much more positive place than it began. "Whisky Bears" was just a fun fic, drunken fun on a spaceship. What more do you want? And "Boobs" was just silly.

"The Best Deceptions"!! That was such a good fluffy sweet fic. It's a WIP, so no ending, but still. OMG, I forgot this one. It's my only real non-angst fluff fic.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I used the laughing so hard I cried emoji too early, didn't I?

I mean, I would say usually not. I have spent decades in fandom and Once Upon A Time was the only fandom I got hate in.

A small amount for "The Blue Moon", because apparently there was a second 'Emma as a stripper' fic and I was accused of plagiarising, but this was later rescinded because the fics were totally different.

And also when someone decided to get really spiteful and tell me they lost all respect for me because I dared to find Emma sexy instead of fetishisizing Regina for all eternity.

OBVIOUSLY, the most intense hatred I got was for Paint It Black. The vilest, most bitter things were thrown at me. In the comments, in private messages. I got death threats. I had rape wished on me. I was told my kids should be taken away. I was accused of trying to lure in lesbians only to give them 'straight cock filled depravity".

Because there was a man in one sex scene. Meanwhile, it was never listed as a purely lesbian fic, and the two ladies have canonically HAD male romantic and sexual partners in the past. So... not sure what the huge vitriol was about.

I sure did learn to TAG PROPERLY after that, though. My god.

Get a grip, fandom, get a grip.

No other fandom has been that unhealthy. At least, not for me.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yes, I do. I have written both F/M and F/F. I have also written F/M/F, M/F/M, and F/F/F.

There's usually at least ONE woman involved. I have not, nor am I interested in writing M/M fics (boy parts iz icky).

Most readers find the scenes pretty hot. I tend to be descriptive and emotional when writing smut. Unless it's a PWP, there's usually a whole bunch of motivation and emotion involved. Even when it's a PWP there's usually a whole lot of characterisation in there.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I tend not to?

That said, I have written one.

It was a Heroes/Veronica Mars crossover, in which Sylar mistakes Veronica for his recently murdered (by his own hand, natch) girlfriend Elle and perhaps loses his very unstable mind over it a little. Leading to a slight case of kidnapping, Keith and Noah coupling up Buddy Cop style for some cross country chasing, super powered hijinx, and UBER ANGST. The tag line reads "What Happens when a Serial Killer and a Serial Victim Meet".

To be honest, it was kind of amazing and I loved it. It was working up to be Super Dubcon, but hadn't quite gotten there yet. I am sad that this remains a WIP. I would have loved to have finished this.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I've had some fics put on GoodReads, but they took them down when I asked them to.

I did have one of my fic scenes pretty much plagiarised in Firefly. What makes it worse is that they used it for a couple I hate. I let it go, though. That fic never quite got the same steam mine did. There was no point giving it attention.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not that I know of. I think it has been asked before, but I am a little wary of that sort of thing. I lose control of it if other people change it.

That said, I have had comments on my fics in a completely different language and I used Google Translate to both understand and reply. I will make the effort.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No.

I am jaded. I am very particular about my fics and, as said above, I do not like to lose control over them (what, control issues? Who? Me?)

I am also heavily jaded for things like fic swaps. It's my own fault, I realise this, because I would put so much effort and write thousands upon thousands of words of fic and get a 500 word piece back and it really put me off. Again, I know it's my fault, I chose to put that much effort in, but still.

Wait...I am having vague recollections of something like a fic round-robin? I could not tell you what fandom (I assume Firefly, but not sure), and certainly could never link back to it or even know how to google for it. I guess that counts? BUt I doubt it, because I can't even tell you what the fic was about or what my contribution to it was. So... no.

Hmmm, I was also involved in a Season Rewrite for Profiler back int he day, but all those fics are lost to the internet heyday and you'll never find them. Huh, I htink my episode was called "Lady In Red". (omg, THE MEMORIES).

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

Geez. Asking the hard questions. I don't know. All my ships hold a place in my heart, that's why I write them. So, the answer is... I guess... if you've seen me write for that couple, then THAT couple is my favourite in that moment.

(I like, I have had a few fic requests that I've filled that haven't really been my cup of tea, Veronica/Lamb for instance, or Jayne/River, or Simon/River. I don't like them, but I have written them).

15. What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

All of them. ALL OF THEM. I mean, "Adam's Rib" had so many stories to tell and I could have gotten lost in "The Best Deceptions" world. Omg, that was such a happy, schmoopy fic. Let me go back up to happy fics for a sec...

"... To Dream", "Bitter Revenge", and "Girl int he Mirror" will be my sadness from VM.

and ALL my SQ WIPs. "The New Moon", "A Swan Is A Beautiful Creature", "The Girl of My Dreams (Is Giving Me Nightmares)", "Subject 3662", "Blooding the Water". *sob*. I'm sorry!!!

16. What are your writing strengths?

Angst.

Detail.

Lots of people comment on my phrasing and pacing. The way I string words together and have breaks and just bring forth the imagery. It's never just "and then this happened and then this happened and he put his hand here and she put her mouth there".

No matter where I am planning to go with a fic, i always start from a canon point and keep that canon history. I try to keep characerisations believable. They may get into plots and situations that they would never in canon, but I like to hope I keep their reactions believable and true.

I like to delve into the emotion of it. You know the tumblr meme "Put that guy into situations". THAT'S what I do. And then I examine the ever living fuck out of it.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I don't have a beta reader.

Which is troublesome, because my hands don't work properly anymore. At least, not as well as they used to. I have what's called dupuytren's contracture. It's a thickening fibrous band around the tendons of the hand. My hands aren't restricted, so much at the moment, but it does slow down my pinkie fingers. Which means when I touch type, there are so many mistakes. And I can't NOT touch type.

These come out mainly in things like double capitals (ever wonder why so many times in SVU fics I have the name "LIv" and not "Liv", it's because that capital 'i' is harder to spot. If I type "THe" I see it and fix it. But my eye seems to skip over the "LIv" and "HIs" words.

It also comes out in the spaces in the wrong place. I will type t he instead of 'the', or 'ith appened' instead of 'it happened'.

I spend A LOT OF TIME, going back and editing sentences I have just written. The amount of times I have had to go back and delete/edit words just in this post alone is staggering. It makes things take twice as long.

I have had to work really hard to get back into writing. I stopped for a great deal of time, many years, because I was so bothered by this.

Add to that, the kidney failure gives me brain fog, so I have to spend a lot of time trying to remember the specific words I want to use. For someone who uses words INSTRINSICALLY, knowing there is a specific word I want and not being able to access it in my memory? FUCKING FRUSTRATING, I Can tell you.

Another great weakness is starting a dozen fics at once and being unable to keep up and then being overwhelmed and losing momentum.

This is how I have so many WIPs.

I keep that in mind now, which is why I am limiting myself to two ongoing SVU fics and THAT IS IT. No more until they're finished.

THough I have actually been writing SO MUCH lately. At least once chapter a week. So this is good. Makes me happy.

I get the feeling that I tend to homogenise my characterisations a little. But this doesn't seem to be a complaint of any commenters, so I try not to let my imagination run wild with me.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I have done it.

Firefly fic, by necessity, uses a lot of Chinese. I used to know the html to do the hover type and would have Chinese dialogue with hover type translations. It was fun, because as is the Firefly traditions, you could have the filthiest things in Chinese and the censors wouldn't pick it up. (My favourite thing I wrote translated to... something like "Your mother sucks rotten beef sticks in hell" if I am remembering correctly).

Alas, I have forgotten the html for that. I am sure it's just a google away, but... I don't really need translations for English fics.

I also did a bunch of research for Trigidasleng. I never really wrote The 100 fics, though I did write some drabbles. I probably did more research that necessary for the mount of fic I actually wrote.

But, yeah, I think if the source material calls for it, you should definitely put the effort in.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Who wants a laugh? When I was in primary school, 3rd grade I think, we wrote books. We got to type them on a computer, the teacher printed them out, then bound them and we drew the pictures and coloured them in.

I still have mine.

It's called "Bugs Bunny, Brooke, and the Giant Banana", which was a combination of Bugs Bunny (natch), mary sue insert of my friend Brooke, and James and the GIant Peach.

BUAH HAH HAH.

But truly? My first fandom was Profiler. This is the show that got me ONTO the net, introduced me to fandoms and message boards and fics. If it weren't for those people, I wouldn't be here now.

20. Favorite fic you've written?

Don't ask me to choose a favourite child!

Are you kidding me?

I cannot. I can't even do it per fandom. I love them all, which is why I wrote them.

How could you be so cruel?

Tagging: YOU, if you want to.

[cafecitowriter]

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

mi pedazo de sol

Summary: Sarah Carter-Rogers tries to keep her chin up as she returns back home to celebrate her parents' 25th wedding anniversary in the wake of her own personal turmoil.

A/N: Written for Steggy Week 2022 Day 5: Domestic Bliss, featuring family in all its forms, with a focus on one of Steve and Peggy's kids in particular.

While this work is part of the Stars' Verse, this can be read as a standalone story. All you need to know it's an alternate branch universe post-Endgame where Steve and Peggy had three children: Sarah, Isabel, and Nathaniel, who all inherited some of Steve's enhancements to varying extents.

Title taken from Tacones Rojos by Sebastián Yatra. It means "my piece of sun".

Shout out to @steggyfanevents for hosting this event!

Read on AO3

Preview:

Steve walked into the bedroom after having brushed his teeth and washed his face, smiling at the sight on the bed. Peggy was dressed in one of his pyjama shirts (the worn out blue checkered one) and held a book in her hand that she was ignoring in favour of pursing her lips at an undetermined point just above their shared dresser.

“So… not a fan of Carrie?” Steve joked lightly as he approached the bed. He knew Peggy well enough to know that startling her - no matter how unwittingly - could be dangerous.

“Mm?” Peggy hummed, looking up at him before her eyes flicked to the book in her hand. “Oh, actually I’m afraid I haven’t started reading it yet.”

“That bad, huh?”

Peggy lightly smacked his chest as he settled into bed beside her, but shuffled over regardless, discarding the book carelessly on her nightstand in favour of curling up against him.

“I was just thinking about this weekend, our anniversary dinner.”

“Should I be worried that after 25 years you’re thinking this hard about our anniversary?”

“Only if you keep trying to be funny,” she quipped.

26 notes - Posted July 28, 2022

#4

Just One Thing (Chapter 8/8)

Chapter Title: All I want for Christmas

Chapter Summary: Peggy gets her wish (again). This time, she knows exactly what she needs to do.

Fic Summary: 16 year old Peggy Carter hates change. Change has only ever caused her trouble and made life harder. Which is why when one day, her best friend Steve confesses something that has the potential to change their dynamic forever, she makes a wish that she hopes will help her solve everything.

Because adults have everything figured out... Right?

A holiday version of 13 Going on 30 (more like 16 going on 36) Steggy Secret Santa ( @steggyfanevents​ ) present for @thesokovianaccords​. Inspired by the movie and this iconic AU gifset by @beautifulwhensarcastic

A/N: This ridiculously long final chapter/epilogue is brought to you by me not having any self-restraint whatsoever in terms of picking which scenes to keep and which to leave out, so consider this a director's cut-esque chapter. This was written with a lot of love for a super awesome person. Many thanks to Darcy for catching my mistakes and consistency errors.

Finally, Livia, happy belated holidays, and I really hope you've enjoyed this story as much as I've enjoyed writing it.

Read Chapter 8 here

Read from the beginning on AO3

Chapter Preview:

December 2001

“And well… you’re my true north, Peggy.”

Peggy’s hands froze. Her hands, that were slimmer and smaller and that had glitter nail polish on her fingernails, not bright red. She slowly looked up from the compass. It was nighttime, but she was no longer on aunt Lizzy’s couch. She was outside, close to the football field of Midwood high school.

And Steve was here, right in front of her. But he wasn’t 6 feet tall with broad shoulders and he certainly didn’t have a beard. He was 16 again, wearing his blue suit and nervous smile. Looking just like he did when he…

“Steve what… what are you saying?” she whispered.

He took a deep breath, and brought his hands out of his pockets just for him to stuff them back in again.

“I love you, Peggy.” Steve confessed, his voice shaking slightly.

“What?” she breathed out.

“I love you,” he repeated. “I’m pretty sure I’ve loved you since you punched Hodge on the first day of the first grade for picking on me.”

His words made Peggy want to cry tears of joy. She was back. It really worked and she was 16 again. This was her second chance. Slowly, her mouth grew into a large grin.

“Steve!” she squealed, tackling him into a huge hug.

Unfortunately for both of them, Peggy momentarily forgot that Steve no longer had the strength of giant muscles to support them both, especially since she caught him by surprise. The force of her hug had knocked Steve backwards, taking her along with him. They landed with a collective grunt, Peggy trying to readjust herself so she was hovering over Steve instead of crushing him beneath her.

“Ow,” he groaned, furrowing his eyebrows in pain.

“Sorry,” she said, looking down at him with a large smile.

“So is this your way of telling me I ruined everything or…?”

33 notes - Posted February 18, 2022

#3

in silent screams and wildest dreams

Summary: Steve Rogers has been plagued by nightmares of death his entire life; his father’s and his mother’s, most of the time his own. Visions of blood and war and illness are the most prominent things in his life when he closes his eyes. At night he regularly dances with the Grim Reaper when she appears, flirting with countless outcomes of how his own demise will occur night after night.

Until he joins the army and meets Agent Carter.

Written for Steggy Week Day 2: Favourite Era, inspired by this ask from @thesokovianaccords and my love of war-time era Steggy.

Shout out to @steggyfanevents for hosting this event!

Read on AO3

Preview:

Steve has been plagued by nightmares his entire life.

The night terrors began during his toddler years, and never left him as he got older. At first, the only part of his dreams that followed him into consciousness was a strong burning sensation in his eyes and on his skin, as though his entire body was on fire. Steve would wake up night after night shaking and gasping for air, never knowing the reason why. As he grew up, he was finally able to remember the images that haunted him ceaselessly.

It was visions of his father, who had died of mustard gas before Steve was even born. In these dreams Steve never heard a sound but he could smell the gas, see his father’s face as he inhaled the poisonous fumes.

Steve never told his ma the details of what he saw. She had enough to worry about without being concerned that Steve was having visions of his father’s death every night. He got better at hiding the fact that he was still having these nightmares - just enough that his ma thought that he finally grew out of them.

He kept a book under his pillow filled with sketches that he drew every morning when he woke up, trying to make sense of it all. Maybe if he understood them, they would stop.

But they never did.

36 notes - Posted July 25, 2022

#2

STEGGY FANFIC READING CHALLENGE - COMPLETE

1.1 - Fluff

Comforts of Home by @teaandatale

Quiet moments caring for each other at home are one of the luxuries that Steve and Peggy treasure as they move into a life together.

This is one of the softest fics I’ve read and I adore it

~

1.2 - Reread an Old Favourite

S’Wonderful, S’Marvelous by @teaandatale​

Peggy’s been dreading her company’s weeklong business retreat at an upstate ski lodge until she makes an unexpected acquaintance.

I don’t know what to say other than despite the fact that I don’t tend to read winter/Christmas fics outside of November-February, I reread this one at least three times a year and it never fails to bring me comfort even if it is the dead of summer

~

1.3 - Captain America Adventure Hour

That Swell Liberty Gal Carrying A Torch For You by Redrikki

Angie was sure that skinny Steve had been a real swell guy, but there was no way he'd been good enough for her Peggy.

A series of conversations makes her change her mind.

I am a huge fan of any fics where Angie realizes who Peggy’s lost soldier is, and this one is no exception

~

1.4 - Trauma

I knew nothing but shadows by @beautifulwhensarcastic

Children of Thanos aren't meant to care for the life they had before Father took them in. Neither Nomad nor Margaret remember much of Terra for it to matter anyway, or to feel any kind of connection between them. Truthfully, they'd sooner cut the other's throat than bond.

Nothing says trauma like being a child of Thanos. Justine layers the trauma - and subsequent healing - in a beautiful way. Featuring enemies to lovers

~

1.5 - Cohabitation

Someone to watch over me by rachellovesligers

Steve tries to distract himself while Peggy's on a mission, but he's there to take care of her when she returns.

Technically Steve and Peggy aren’t living together, but they’re at each other’s apartments enough that they may as well be

~

2.1 - Double Steve or Peggy

like the way you burn by @formerlyir / irony_rocks

Soulmate mark AU. Peggy thinks about the mark, the compass. She thinks about the providence behind its appearance alongside Project Rebirth. It's only the beginning to a series of events destined to change her life and the fate of the future.

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47 notes - Posted March 26, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

The Right Partner - Steggy Netflix Series

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221 notes - Posted July 24, 2022

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[life-sport-travel]

4 Days in Osaka

https://lifesporttravel.com/?p=1718 4 Days in Osaka - https://lifesporttravel.com/?p=1718 The first part of a three-part Japan travel series. Get my 14 Days in Japan Itinerary: Instagram: Tiktok: Where I stayed in Osaka – Hotel Flag Shinsaibashi: ============================= Edited in HDR and mixed in 5.1 surround sound. The video is best viewed on an HDR-capable screen. ============================= 00:00 Intro 01:23 Arriving in Tokyo 03:06 Bullet train to Osaka 04:49 Ajinoya 07:39 Hotel Flag 09:12 Katsuo-ji Temple 11:38 Izakaya Toyo 13:56 Osaka Botanical Garden 16:03 Universal Studios Japan 18:38 Kuromon Market 21:00 Epilogue ============================= What I use to Film ============================= ► Full gear list: ► Camera: ► Wide-angle lens: ► Mid-range lens: ► Travel tripod: ► Microphone: ► Drone: ► Gimbal: ============================= Where I get my Music ============================= Musicbed: Epidemic Sound: ============================= Disclaimer ============================= This video and description contain affiliate links. Any purchase made through the links helps support the channel. Thank you! Japan has always been my dream destination, And during my last visit I was able to share many of the country's great experiences With my partner Lisa. It was a fantastic trip Filled with unique activities Sights, and of course amazing food. We enjoyed it so much that in our minds We're already planning our next trip. But little did we know The world would turn for the worse For more than two years Japan would remain closed to visitors Until now What's up Lisa Now you're in Japan. We arrived in Tokyo in the evening We're excited to be back in Japan However, we were feeling pretty tired. We couldn't wait to get out of the airport And get to our hotel for some much needed rest Before our trip to Osaka the next day. I'm tired The following morning we found ourselves at the Tokyo station Ready to board the Shinkansen bullet train to Osaka. After arriving in Osaka, we immediately head to Dotonbori And explore the nearby area Dotonbori during the day Is completely different from its evening counterpart It was now time for some dinner One place I wanted to try in particular Was the restaurant named Ajinoya Which apparently served some of the best okonomiyaki in town After our dinner We stumble around the many side streets Taking in the ambience before heading back to our hotel. Back to my favorite The Peach Suntory Those of you who have seen my very first videos in Japan Knows about this This is the best, this is the best, honestly, you guys. Alright, so we just woke up In our hotel room. Here at the Flag hotel in Shinsaibashi. In our hotel room. Here at the Flag hotel in Shinsaibashi. Today, we're heading to the Katsuo-ji temple Which is quite a bit of a distance away from where we are. It's about an hour with public transport. But we're going there because I've seen the photos of this place. I think it seems really interesting. It's nice to go out a little bit. See a nice temple, Probably a nice little garden. It's suppose to be really really big. So… yeah. Going to spend some time there, and then head back to Osaka. Finish some things up, Before we head onwards to Kyoto And the rest of the places we're going to visit. Just having the famous egg sandwich We just bought these Daruma dolls There's a little fortune inside We're going to pick it out If it's good, we keep it. If it's bad, we tie it up at these strings over there. They usually tie up any bad sort of fortunes up there So it goes away. Let's see what we get. Once we finished up at the temple It was now time to head back to central Osaka And find some food. We decided to visit this small and unassuming Izakaya Located on the side of a small street. Nothing about this place stood out of the ordinary Until the owner Toyo Decided to whip out his flamethrower. Is it good? So good. Really, really good Before finishing the day We wanted to visit the Osaka Botanical Garden Which has become a digital art space Thanks to TeamLab Who are known for their art installations throughout Japan. We wake up early in the morning Althought I'm not the biggest fan of amusement parks I knew for this trip I couldn't skip this one Alright! We are in Universal Studios Japan. Let's check it out. Seems like a ton of fun. While it was interesting Walking around and exploring the amusement park Our main attraction still lied ahead Our last day in Osaka We are at the Kuromon Market Right now, or at least part of it. We're just going to check things out And do some exploring for the last day here We just found ourselves some sushi Some fatty tuna From this little shop here in the Kuromon market. Looks Really, really good. I'm eating the brain Of a doll. Just your standard Vanilla soft serve. But you get to keep The creepy doll head though Mike Izzo https://lifesporttravel.com/?p=1718

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Ch 53/56 - The Golden Age That Never Was (RotG/Blackice)

Title: The Golden Age That Never Was (53/56)

Rating: Explicit Pairing: Jack Frost/Kozmotis ‘Pitch’ Pitchiner Characters: Jack Frost, Kozmotis Pitchiner/Pitch Black, E. Aster Bunnymund, Sanderson Mansnoozie, Toothiana, Nicholas St. North, Jamie Bennett, Seraphina Pitchiner, The Man in the Moon, Tsar Lunanoff, Tsarina Lunanoff, Cupcake.     Warnings/Tags: Hurt/comfort, Whump, Angst, Book & Movie Combination, Friendship, Minor Character Death, Slow burn, Abuse of Power/Authority, Dysfunctional Relationships, Power Play, Corporal Punishment, Adventure, Space Opera (kiiiind of), Golden Age, D/s, Initiation, Kink, Injury, Grief, AU, apologies to canon enthusiasts and people who love authentic representations of space. (Please see AO3 for more tags).                  

Summary: Soldier in training Jack Overland is approaching the day of his initiation, finally he’ll learn how to fight back against the living darkness and serve the Tsar and Tsarina Lunanoff. More importantly, maybe it will get him closer to Royal Admiral Kozmotis Pitchiner, Jack’s hero, champion of the people. If only anything ever worked out the way it should.

TGATNW - Chapter 53 - Gavril Lunanoff versus Jack Frost

In which Jack and Gavril have a talk, and Jack learns how to lie.

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#5

daddy issues - ransom drysdale smut series masterlist

The one where Ransom doesn’t feel ready to become a father, but he should have thought about it before sleeping with a complete stranger.

STATUS: COMPLETED 

When Ransom’s latest one night stand lets him know that he’s going to become a father, he finds himself looking for the qualities he never believed to have so he can become the parent he never got to witness as a child.

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Epilogue

~ drabbles ~

Warnings: pregnancy, smut, terrible family, family fights, self-doubt and inner struggles

A/N: another series that I’m still currently writing. I just really wanted to get some feedback so I can continue to be motivated to write this story, because I’m so excited about it, but writing can become such a lonely job most of the time. Hope you guys like it!

1306 notes • Posted 2021-01-05 00:16:56 GMT

#4

If ur accepting could u write something soft about reader and Cris decor shopping and they find the kid sections and there just like 🥺😩coz both want kids

I thought about this long and hard and I can't stop imagining Chris and reader being best friends who have a baby shower to attend and going into a specialized shop sends them both into a baby fever

"Oh my God," you whisper, holding the tiniest little sock in your hand.

"Chris, look at this!"

And so he did

He didn't want to

He knew the second he focused his eyes on you in this environment

This store filled with babies and everything baby-related

He'd lose the last thread of control he was tightly holding onto, trying to salvage your friendship

Because Lord, did he want to be more than friends

"How can something be this freaking cute?" You asked, showing him the familiar pattern of the shield he held for years in his role as Captain America

And he didn't know if you were referring to the clothing item in your hand or yourself

But it was a close tie in his mind

He swallowed around a dry throat, trying not to focus too much on how badly he wanted to live this experience with you, the same one that had prompted your trip to the store

He hated how his cock hardened at something that was supposed to be innocent and sweet

But you were innocent and sweet and that's why he was sure you'd make the perfect mother

"Chris!" You clasped his wrist, stopping his exploration of onesies, trying to look for the perfect one to give as a gift to your pregnant friend in common

You were staring at a little girl, held by her mother, and she stared at you just as much

She was wearing a kid's costume of your character, and your heart melted at the sight

Chris groaned, not believing what was happening

"Would you take a picture with her?" The mother asked, and you immediately reached out to hold the kid

Chris thought he was going to die, hearing you speak childlike to the baby in your arms, rubbing your nose against hers, and making her giggle

He almost asked the mother for a copy of the photo but held back at the last second

"C'mon, we're gonna be late," he dragged you towards the counter, desperate to get out of the store

You were confused but followed along

You had a party to attend, after all, and you were eager to find out the sex of the baby at the big reveal your friend had planned

Chris was distracted throughout the party

He couldn't tear his eyes away from you

Imagining you with a round belly

You being the one about to welcome a kid into this world

And he realized he couldn't hold back his feelings any longer

Couldn't allow you to go ahead and live out his biggest dreams with some other man

So that evening, when he drove you home, he decided he was going to confess

But you interrupted his plans with a confession of your own

"I really want kids," you sighed, rolling your head to the side to look at him

"If we're both still single in five years, would you have one with me?"

He stopped breathing, unsure of what to say because five years seemed too far away

"I'd have one with you right now," he admitted, to which you giggled, thinking he was joking

"I don't think we're ready for a step that big in the middle of the biggest movie contract we've ever done, dummy."

Silence took over the car as you both thought over what you were discussing

"I mean... We might not be ready for a baby right now, but we sure as hell can practice for it."

You frowned, not understanding what he was implying.

"You wanna babysit?" You assumed, and it was only then that he turned to look you in the eyes.

"I wanna fuck you raw."

1390 notes • Posted 2021-07-14 00:22:13 GMT

#3

Finding You - An A/B/O smut series masterlist

                       The one where you become a pack’s omega

When you end up being transformed into an omega without any understanding of what it entails, five Alphas find themselves responsible for your well-being.  Guess it’s only expected you’d take care of them too, huh? 

General warnings: smut, minor angst, multiple sex partners, brothers all having sex with the same person at the same time but no actual sexual relations between them, so I guess no incest?

Status: in progress

                           I - II - III - IV - V - VI - VII - VIII - IX - X

                XI - XII - XIII - XIV - XV - XVI - XVII - XVIII - XIX - XX

XXI - XXII - XXIII - XXIV - XXV - XXVI - XXVII - XXVIII - XXIX - XXX 

                                                          XXXI

A/N: I don’t do taglists so either bookmark this post or follow @buckyownsmylifefics​​ and turn on notifications to know when a new chapter is posted.

This series is intended as a compilation of one-shots, which means that although I’ve written them in a specific order so they have more or less of an arc, it can be read out of order and you can skip whichever chapter you don’t want to read. That being said, I’ll add what are the specific kinks in each chapter so you can skip them if it’s something you’re not that into!

I’m adding a more detailed list of kinks under the keep reading so those who want to be surprised don’t need to be spoiled, but if you have any major triggers please give it a read, as your media consumption is your own responsibility.

Specific warnings: gangbang, poly!relationship, a/b/o dynamics, reverse harem?, shared omega, outdoor sex, size kink, knotting, housewife kink, innocence kink, sound kink, rimming, anal play, anal sex, triple penetration, free use, voyeurism, hate fucking, exhibitionism, orgy, uniform kink, primal play, humiliation kink, degradation kink, spanking, dacryphilia, praise kink, scenting, possessiveness, ruts, begging, edging, somnophilia, sensory deprivation, asphyxiation, hair-pulling, throatfucking, spitting kink, biting kink, deprivation, denial, toys, overstimulation, choking, breeding kink, cumplay, cum marking, creampie, unprotected sex, heats, nesting, lactation play.

1411 notes • Posted 2021-06-21 21:59:01 GMT

#2

Worst Behavior - Chris Evans smut

The one where it was supposed to be a sex scene, but Chris fucked you for real - and he didn’t care that your boyfriend was watching

Warnings: infidelity (reader cheats on oc boyfriend with Chris), smut, exhibitionism, public sex, dirty talk, angst.

Word count: 1.7K

A/N: thank you to my ride or die, @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog​ for looking this over and giving me her thoughts about it. Writing is such a better process with you to scream about it!

Chris’ P.O.V.

I was seething when I burst through her trailer’s door, so out of my mind that the sight of her raising a hand over her heart, clearly startled, didn’t make me feel even remotely guilty.

“So this is it, huh? We’re gonna film this one last scene, and then you’ll be back by his side, like you and I were nothing, like I never even mean anything to you.” Somewhere inside my troubled mind, a tiny, still emotionally sober part of me saw her wiping a stray tear after it immediately fell from her eye, clearly not wanting to show this sign of weakness in front of me.

But again, I was too out of it to care. I wanted her to hurt, I wanted her to feel the pain that I was feeling, after all she put me through. How could she expect me to leave this set like I was the same man that met her? She had fundamentally changed me, by showing me how to love and be loved, how it was possible to find in a single person the answer to all of my needs and desires for my future.

I couldn’t just go on pretending I didn’t know what I knew now. But that’s what she intended to do. She wanted to leave and keep living in the pretense that nothing had changed, that she was still in love with the man waiting for her on set.

I knew for a fact that wasn’t the case. I knew it because there was no way my feelings were one-sided, no way everything we had gone through had only mattered that much to me. I knew her, probably better than I knew myself. And I knew this was all just fear and anxiety, clouding her mind and stopping her from going after what she truly wanted.

Unfortunately, the only way I could process these emotions at the moment was through anger.

“Is that how you see me?” Her sweet voice surprised me, I didn’t expect her to actually respond to my hurt-filled accusations. “Do you think I’m that cruel, that I would just be able to… to leave and forget you like this?”

I huffed, too inside my own mind to relent now. Yes, this is how I saw her, at least at that moment. She was the cause of my hurt, because she was the object of my desires.

“You’re doing this out of your own free will,” I reminded her. “Don’t try to pretend you’re just some innocent little victim in all of this. You have our fate in your hands, and you’re deciding to let it all go to waste.”

At the sight of tears rolling down her cheeks, my decision to leave was made even before she ordered me out of her trailer. I couldn’t stand to see her cry, couldn’t deal with the knowledge that I was the cause for it.

So, once again, I turned that distress into anger.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

The air was chilly on set, and the fact that I was practically naked under the robe didn’t help. Neither did the tension between Chris and I. I wanted to make things right, I wanted to reach over and run my hands over his shoulders, relax the muscles I’d come to know so well. But I couldn’t do that right now. Not with my boyfriend watching us.

So I resigned myself to fiddling with my fingers as we waited for the set to be ready. Since it was one of those artistic sex shots, it would be filmed from a distance and there wouldn’t be any lines or sounds that we had to make, just movements to simulate. Which meant that the few people that were allowed to stay on the set had to watch the whole thing unfold from afar, and we would be free to fake having sex while they filmed us.

I don’t think I realized this could very well be the last time I had Chris this close to me until I had his mouth on mine again. I could still feel the emotions from earlier that day right beneath the surface, boiling his blood as he buried his hand on my hair and devoured my lips like he’d done so many times before.

Good thing the scene called for desperation.

I kissed him back just as desperately, wanting to enjoy every second of this experience, even if it wasn’t exactly what I desired at that time. Chris always kissed me so well, guiding me to where he wanted, and in no time at all he had me sprawled on the bed, underneath his larger body. I couldn’t help but to moan lowly when his lips attached themselves to my jaw, and I felt his smirk against my skin.

I couldn’t blame him. The effect he had on me was incomparable. He had every right to be smug about the sounds he could pull from me, Lord knows I’d cried out his name enough times to permanently puncture my own ear drums.

And still, it didn’t seem like it would be enough. The more he touched me - even if it was under a blanket, for a scene - the clearer it became that it could never be enough. I still wanted him. I wanted him forever, in fact.

But just as the realization occurred to me, his thumb slipped over my covered clit, pressing on the little nub and making me jerk away in surprise. “Shhh…” He directed, making sure to cover my face with his bicep so the camera wouldn’t catch my shock. “Just relax so it doesn’t hurt.”

I didn’t understand what he meant until I felt him pulling the flimsy excuse of underwear aside. That’s when my cunt pulsed, just before he positioned his cock and easily slid right into my wetness.

The feeling of his thickness was too much, especially when I wasn’t expecting it. My mouth fell open in a silent gasp, and he moved his arm so the camera could see it, but also turned his head to the other side so they wouldn’t notice his lips moving as he murmured to me, “Careful, sweetheart. Can’t make any real sounds. Not like the ones I usually pull from you. Wouldn’t want your boyfriend to realize that we’re actually doing it, huh?”

Chris’ P.O.V.

My desire for her ran so deep, I could hear my blood pumping in my veins as I fucked her right in front of her boyfriend. Right in front of everyone from the filming crew, for the camera to see.

I took sick pleasure in knowing this moment would be eternalized for history. Everyone would see just how pretty she looks for me and only for me, and no one would ever know the truth.

No one would ever know the truth. That I had her, that she was mine, but only for a bit. That I got to hold her, and have her screaming my name, but I’d never get to hear it again. I’d never get to have her again.

I didn’t want to have to pretend that I forgot it. Like I didn’t know this other side of her, that we never shared these sexual experiences that felt much more intimate than anything I’d ever shared with anyone else before.

It was hard to pretend that I didn’t care underneath the mask of a character that cared too much, because I was that character. I loved this woman just like he did, and I wanted to show her just how much.

I’d looked for her in everyone I’d met before. Slept with so many women, went out on so many dates, and now here she was, clenching around my cock, reaching for my hand and still, she wasn’t mine.

How can you keep looking for the love of your life if you’ve already met them?

And even if there was emotion - and there was so much emotion, ours or of our characters, it didn’t matter anymore - this felt so dirty, dirtier than anything else we’d ever done before.

I’d had her in so many ways, and still, having her now, right in front of him, brought new feelings I never expected to feel. And I couldn’t suffer through them alone. I needed to make sure she’d acknowledged it too.

“He has no idea, you know,” I whispered, low enough so the only person who could hear was her. Her eyes met mine in surprise, but she kept in character, while I took advantage of my position to taunt her more. “No one has. No one knows you only look like this when you have my dick inside of you.”

A moan broke free from her, making me smile inwardly even though I couldn’t smirk like I wanted to. I let go of one of her hands to push a few strands of hair away from her face, so both the camera and I could get a good vision of her expression.

“You’re such a good girl for me, honey. He could never get you like this. Only I can do that.” The way she clawed at my back made it obvious that I was right. And still, the reality of our situation didn’t allow for me to feel any sort of pride in that.

I didn’t want to stop. I didn’t want to cum and have to pull out of her, let her go back to him and their life as I was left by myself. “I can’t let you go,” I admitted, and her eyes opened up to meet mine, a slight sparkle of understanding in them. “Not like this,” I continued. “Not ever.”

And still, my hips picked up the pace and brought us to that old familiar high, right when I came to terms with the fact that I’d have to leave her. “Baby,” I whispered, this time knowing the microphone would pick it up.

Our eyes connected once more, but this time, there was mostly pain, from my gaze and from hers. I stood there for as long as I could, thumbs brushing over her cheekbones, until the director’s voice freed us from the scene, and then I was forced to leave.

Before I did though, I had one last thing to say.

“I don’t want to have to miss you.”

One thing was certain. It would be impossible to remain professional during the press conference.

1633 notes • Posted 2021-03-04 09:55:14 GMT

#1

Follow you - Chris Evans smut

The one where Chris becomes your roomate and finds out he has a domesticity kink... and more

Warnings: Smut, breeding kink, domesticity kink, friends to lovers, rommates au, pandemic mention, hair-pulling kink, daddy kink, cockwarming, kind of allusion to an age gap, but can be read as reader being into teasing chris

Word count: 4.1k

A/N: Thanks to @mollygetssherlockcoffee​ for reading this over and helping me make it better! You’re the sweetest person ever!  this is for my own birthday celebration challenge! Like I explained here, I’m going to try to fill every single AU I listed with the characters I picked for the challenge, and since the deadline if May 27, these fics will be posted randomly, as I finish them. Hope you guys like it!

Chris’ P.O.V.

“C’mon, sweetheart,” I’d been trying to convince her to close her laptop for the last two hours, unfortunately without any luck. She just glanced at me before returning to her document, and I groaned as I left the living room in search of what I knew we needed.

“Close the laptop and I’ll give you a sip.” This time when she looked up, she found me holding a bottle of my most expensive whiskey, the one she’d been dying to try ever since she first got invited to my place.

It was a tense moment of evaluation while she took in my offer and her workload, her head turning from her computer to me and then back to the device again, and I found himself growing anxious because of how desperately I wanted her company that night.

“Please?” I tried to convince her, even going so far as to pout - which at least earned me a giggle. I considered it a win, especially with the way it made my chest warm up. “C’mon, we deserve it! After the week we had?”

She frowned when she thought back on the stresses we had confided in each other for the last couple of days, and I watched with glee when she slowly closed her laptop, prompting me to wave my arms around in victory. “We?” She teased, getting up to stand before me with her arms crossed in front of her body, making me laugh.

“Alright, so maybe just you.” I couldn’t really deny that my work “problems” paled in comparison to hers. “Listen, I’m only trying to help.” She narrowed her eyes at me, reaching out for the bottle and unscrewing it before taking the sip I’d promised.

“Shit, this really is good.” A smug smile took over my face as I wrapped my arms around her, walking us back to the couch before making us fall over it.

“Only the best for you, babe.” I watched her roll her eyes at the pet name, snickering at how it affected her. I knew it made her giddy and she hated it, it’s why I insisted on doing it - or so I told myself.

Something deep inside of me whispered differently, though. I tried to ignore it. She was my best friend and we were going to be living together for the foreseeable future. No one knew when this pandemic would let up.

And lord knows that nothing positive had ever come out of my investments in romantic relationships. So every rational thought in my mind was begging me not to overcomplicate this. I couldn’t stand to lose her friendship, anyway. That’s why I had invited her to spend lockdown with me - my need to know she was okay, and be able to have her around whenever I needed to vent.

She was the only one outside my family who got my anxiety well enough to help me work through it when I was feeling bad, and she had even been able to prevent me from having panic attacks more than once.

I just couldn’t imagine going through this with anyone other than her. I simply hadn’t anticipated how fucking horny this period of forced sexual privation would make me, and I never expected her to become a willing victim to my needs.

But boy, once the liquor hit and she ended up over my lap, shivering as she rode my thigh without a care in the world, was I glad that she did.

“Is this what you like?” I asked, looking up at her with my mouth hanging open, unbelieving of how fucking sexy she looked as she used my body for her pleasure. I didn’t even care that my cock was straining against my jeans, begging me to move her on top of it. As long as I could keep enjoying the show, being a part of it, I was satisfied.

“I wanna learn it,” I pressed, moving my hands to hold her ass, squeezing it the way I’d always wanted to do but never allowed myself to dream about. “I wanna learn how to please you.” She made me feel something I hadn’t felt before, in any of my past relationships. There was attraction, of course, but there was also this deep, familiar feeling that made me feel at home. It made me feel safe, and with the help of alcohol, I was desperate to explore it.

“Ugh,” she groaned, letting her head fall back, drawing my attention to her breasts, the way they bounced in front of my eyes, unfortunately still covered. My mouth watered at the sight of it, wanting nothing much than to strip her bare and wrap my lips around one of her nipples.

“Don’t say stuff like that, Evans.” The comment threw me off, making me frown as I took a hold of the hair on the back of her head and yanked her to me, devouring her lips. They were soft - so much softer than I’d ever allowed myself to imagine.

“Why not?” I panted against her mouth once I was forced to separate from her taste of whiskey to search for some oxygen. She kept moving, her eyes hazy and glossed over, and it sent a pang of lust straight down my body when I realized it wasn’t completely due to the drinks we shared. There was also desire in there.

“You want to learn?” She asked, hands bunching up my shirt as she used her hold to grind against me faster. “Then fuck me, Chris.” She molded her body to mine, engulfing my lips once more as I laid her down on the couch, excited to have her underneath me - excited to see her naked body, explore it, get to know every little thing that made her tick.

I knew it would be a moment I’d forever remember, regardless of the amount of bourbon in my blood. I just never expected it to become something I was so eager to relive over and over and over again.

It was supposed to be a one time thing. When I woke up in the morning, I was ready to go back to being roommates. We were good at that. She was a morning person, by the time I woke up every morning, she already had breakfast ready for me, and then we’d go out to the backyard to let Dodger out together.

We’d sit and talk and then I’d go for a run - she’d have done her yoga already, while I was still asleep - I’d answer some e-mails, she’d work on her laptop by my side and the silence was just as comfortable as all of our late night conversations.

She’d sneak out to the kitchen and come back with a few sandwiches for our lunch, and then the rest of the day would go by with us doing whatever mundane task we had in mind, together even if we were doing separate things, and I didn’t feel suffocated.

I didn’t even run out of things to say. By the time dinner rolled around and I followed her back to the kitchen, cleaning up the dishes while she fixed us dinner - I wasn’t allowed to cook in my own stove, mostly because she was terrified of my food but hid it under the excuse of that one time when I started a fire - then we’d eat together, watch a movie together, talk until we fell asleep - always together.

I was shocked. It’d never been this way in any of my previous relationships. In fact, I was certain it was the reason why they had never worked. I’d given up on any realistic expectation of settling down precisely because of this: I just never expected to find anyone with whom a day-to-day life wouldn’t eventually grow boring.

It’d been three months and I still loved to wake up to her coffee. We still fell asleep every night side by side, too tired to move into different beds because we had laughed our asses off after skyping Scott.

And now that sex came into play in our relationship? I just knew there was no way I’d ever go back to being nothing but friends - or living in a place where she wasn’t the first person I saw when I woke up.

It sucked that it took a pandemic and a night of alcohol to make me realize that, but damn, was I grateful that I decided to open a bottle of whiskey that evening.

I kept waiting for the catch, the moment it would all go to shit, but it never came. Our lives resumed to how they used to be, only now I had this ongoing inner battle to not just bend her over the nearest piece of furniture when we were busy, and the ability to do exactly that whenever there was nothing else to do.

And for a while it was bliss. There wasn’t a nagging voice inside my head questioning this arrangement because it was theoretically perfect. I had a best friend, a roommate and a fuck buddy, all wrapped into one single person that I adored.

Life couldn’t possibly get better - until I realized that I wanted more. Talks of lockdown being over started and she had plans of going back to her place, of course, but I couldn’t stand the thought of being away from her.

I wanted to see my family too, but I wanted to take her with me. Introduce her to my mom, see her get along with my sisters. Witness how she’d be with my nephews and nieces - I knew how much she loved kids. And that’s when it hit me.

I’d given my heart to her. Somewhere between the morning coffees and afternoon runs, the nights where I’d rant about all of my silly problems and she actually listened to them - really listened, never making me feel bad about what could only be described as rich people problems.

All the innocent little gestures, and the not so innocent ones - when I discovered she was exactly the nasty slut I’d always dreamed of, the way she would randomly drop to her knees and suck me off, even while I was on the phone. Most times she didn’t even let me repay the favor. She just genuinely liked to blow me.

She also liked to play with me randomly, like when we were watching a movie and she mindlessly reached for my crotch, rubbing me until I got hard. It almost always ended in sex, and I just loved it.

I loved it, and I loved her, and the idea of her ever sharing this idyllic lifestyle with anyone else made me irrationally jealous.

And that’s how I knew it. I didn’t want to mess it up. But how could I not fuck this up?

Xxx

“Chris…” Her sweet voice called out to me, reaching my ears while I was hiding in my office, trying to get my thoughts in order so I wouldn’t just randomly blurt out what I was feeling for my best friend to my best friend.

To her credit, she didn’t try to force me to keep her company - but that only made me fall even deeper for her, leaving me a complete and utter mess while she went about her day as if nothing was wrong in the world.

“Yes?” I looked up to see her by the threshold, clearly reticent about invading my privacy. It made me smile, thinking back on all of the times my exes hadn’t been as understanding, even after I let them clearly know what I was needing.

“I made cupcakes, do you want me to bring you one?” The thought of her in the kitchen, baking a sweet treat just for me had my cock twitching in my pants. Biting my lips, I pushed away from my desk to finally get up and stretch my legs, taking advantage of the monitor to hide my hard-on.

“No, I’ll come eat them downstairs with you.” She smiled before leaving, and I soon trailed after her, walking into the kitchen to find the most delicious-looking little treats, just waiting to be devoured.

Much like her, I supposed.

I was reaching for one of them, already licking my lips in anticipation when something caught my eye, prompting me to raise my gaze and look at her again, but really look at her this time.

She was wearing an apron.

There was nothing inherently sexual about the damn thing, but the way she looked with it, going about her business in my kitchen like she owned the place… It just felt right, seeing her there.

And suddenly I couldn’t hold back anymore.

“Y/N…” I started, leaving the cupcake back on the counter and brushing off the crumbs as I circled the kitchen island to go stand in front of her. She hummed before turning to meet me, smiling slightly to signal that she was listening to what I had to say.

But I didn’t know how to say it. So we just stood there, staring at each other until eventually her smile became a frown. “Chris, what’s going on?” I still couldn’t speak. Much to my absolute surprise though, she just sighed, wiping her hands on the apron while shaking her head, a knowing smile on her face.

“You’re stressed, aren’t you? You’ve been working so much, that’s why I thought the cupcakes would be a good idea,” she explained nodding towards the tray where her sweet treats laid. “They’re a reward and a break all wrapped in one delicious cake.”

The comment was like a punch to the stomach - or a scalding wave of desire rushing through my body, straight to my groin. The idea of her thinking about my needs and catering (quite literally) to them just did something to me, and I didn’t know how to explain it - I don’t think I understood it myself.

“But since they didn’t work…” she continued, blissfully unaware of the conundrum she had put me into. “I know something else that will definitely work.” And just like that, the woman dropped to her knees in front of me, reaching for my sweatpants before I could find a way to close the mouth that was hanging open.

“I guess I’ll grab a sweet treat for myself.” She looked so devious, small hand encircling my already pathetically engorged member, that all I could do was whisper an, “Oh, shit,” when she immediately wrapped her lips around it,  starting to suck me off without any preamble.

My fingers were white as I held onto the counter behind me to keep myself up. She looked so good, staring up at me with her lips wrapped around my dick, I felt like I was about to blow already.

Why did she have to be such a fucking tease?

“Oh, God,” I moaned when she managed to engulf the entirety of my member inside her throat, the choking noises getting to my head. My hand instinctively laced with her hair, first to hold her lips close to my navel, then to pry her completely off of my member.

“What’s wrong?” She questioned once she was able to speak, surprise written all over her features while I was still staring down at her slightly teary face and trying to find my voice.

“I-I have a problem.” There. I said it. I had finally made some progress in my goal to let her know what was going through my head. Only instead of curiosity, what I got was a confused expression from the woman still holding my dick, her eyes darting from my own to the member throbbing between her fingers.

“No, you don’t!” It would have been funny if I wasn’t so fucking frustrated. Yanking her by the hair, I complained, “Not that kind of problem!” pulling her to the living room so I could throw her on the couch, trying to ignore her moans of pleasure in the process.

I’d figured out pretty early on that she had a pretty serious hair-pulling kink, and if my plans of sitting down and having a level-headed conversation were ever in motion, they surely went out of the window the second she pulled my body down to cover hers and adjusted my cock so it would easily fill her.

“Son of a…” I groaned, letting my head fall down against her chest as the little vixen gleefully giggled underneath me, legs wrapped around my torso as she tried to thrust up and tempt me to move.

“Just wait a second,” I managed to reason, but she just shook her head.

“Fuck away your problem, Chris. Use me. I want you to.” Motherfucker. I really couldn’t catch a break with her. Just as she started to make me move again, my hand instinctively wrapped around her neck, lightly squeezing it just enough to get her to shut up.

“I wanna start a family with you,” I finally spilled, looking deep into her eyes as I tried to ignore that I was still balls deep inside of her. Her eyes widened, and now her mouth was the one hanging open.

I couldn’t really relish in it because she looked absolutely delicious and she felt stupidly heavenly to my throbbing dick.

A few seconds went by without as much of a reaction from her and I was about to pull out - despite still being achingly hard - but her legs held me tighter, stopping my plans of leaving her tight haven.

“You know…” She started to speak, a little out of breath, catching my attention as I finally gathered the courage to look her in the eye again. “When I first met you, I thought you were the epitome of a fuckboy.”

The unexpected sentence had me snorting, and then I just couldn’t stop laughing. Finally pulling away from her, she fixed her hair when she sat up and I did the same, shaking my head slightly as I rubbed my eyes.

Our own relative nakedness - well… mine, she was wearing her usual dress with no underwear under the damn apron - didn’t affect anything when I pondered over her words, until I decided to break the silence.

“I mean… I think I was?” She chewed on her bottom lip as she took in my response, analyzing it, weighing its validity in that gorgeous head of hers. I was nervous, but she hadn’t blew me off yet. And quite honestly? I’d do anything for that little hope that was growing inside of me.

“What changed?” Was her question, so unexpected I couldn’t help but question, “Huh?”

“What made you change?” It wasn’t an unwelcome inquiry, especially when the response became clear to me, lighting up my brain and warming my chest, spreading all over my body until I had no choice but to voice it.

“I realized I could have a future with you.” My smile was vulnerable but honest, and in her eyes, I could see that she knew that. When she threw one leg over my lap, straddling my hips, I allowed myself to breathe deeply again, leaning on the soft cushion while taking a hold of her ass.

“So, how are we gonna do this?” She non-nonchalantly asked, slowly rubbing herself against my still half-hard member. I groaned when I realized the implication of her words, knowing that the meaning paired with the feeling of her wet lips dragging along my cock would get it back up in no time at all. “You wanna do me right now?”

The brashness of the question made my eyes light up, as weird as it may sound. In that moment, it became clear just how perfect for me she really was, giving me what I needed exactly in the way I didn’t know how to ask for it.

“See? This is why I’m in love with you.” She rolled her eyes at that, making me laugh. I’d anticipated the gesture, I knew it’d take her longer to say it, but it was alright. The fact that she was willing me to give me a child was more than enough proof of her feelings for me, if her entire behavior ever since she moved in wasn’t already.

“Shut up and fuck me, Evans.” Throwing her back against the couch, she yelped in surprise when I took off my shirt and slapped the inside of her thigh, assuming my usual position of hovering over her smaller frame.

“Spread your fucking legs, darling. I’m gonna fuck you real good.” The way she bit her lip as I slowly penetrated her again showed me just how excited the prospect got her, and as I started to make good on my promise, her moans told me just as much.

“Holy fuck,” she commented as I pounded her ruthlessly, weeks of frustration and the rush of anticipation getting the best of me, and I was glad for the feeling of her nails biting into my skin because otherwise, I’d probably run over the edge of not even caring about her own pleasure as I chased mine.

“You gonna cum inside of me, honey? Make me a mom? Finally fulfill your dream of becoming a daddy?” Her words detracted me from my task of sucking bruises on the skin that was now mine to bruise, mine. I threw my head back, yelling a, “fuck yes,” as my hips sped up, desperate to fill her up, but I was determined to get her to cum before me.

“Say it,” she ordered, small hand circling my throat as best as she could, a throwback to what I’d done only moments prior. It wasn’t enough to choke me, but it did catch my attention. “I wanna hear you say it.”

Tears escaped the corners of my eyes as I blinked, the intensity of the moment overwhelming in the best of ways. “God, you are such a fucking tease…” She chuckled underneath me, giving my throat a squeeze before she raised up on her elbows to kiss my jaw.

“Better get used to it… daddy.” And just like that, I realized that I had yet another kink I hadn’t known about before her. Or maybe it was just her, and I was obsessed with the damn woman, painfully turned on by every little thing that she did.

“I’m gonna cum deep inside your little pussy, sweetheart,” I finally gathered myself enough to do as she asked me to. “You’re gonna belong to me forever now. Give me kids, make me happy. How do you like that?”

The mischievous grin she gave me told me everything. “I love it.” I knew this was her way of saying what she couldn’t yet voice, and I’d take it. I’d take anything she gave me, any chance I got to love this wonderful woman.

We came together, both riding our highs in deep ecstasy. I moaned when I felt myself empty all of my seed inside of her, incredibly excited about the prospect of starting our future together right then.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” I cradled her face in my hands as I struggled to catch my breath, but she turned it to the side and pressed a kiss to my palm and I was breathless all over again. It was such a simple action, why did it get to me so much?

“You’re not too bad yourself, Chris.” I didn’t want to part with her warmth, so I just adjusted us on the sofa in a way that kept me inside of her, sighing contently as I realized I’d never have to sleep away from her again.

“I’m gonna stay right here all night.” I adjusted myself so I was resting my face on her boobs, perfectly happy to do just so, but by the tone of her voice, I knew she had a teasing smile when she called me an, “Old man.”

��And here I was, thinking you’d be able to go again.” Warmth filled my chest at the realization of just how badly she wanted me - just as much as I wanted her too. I was so damn ecstatic. Not even her pokes at my age would be able to affect me.

“Oh, darling… better get ready,” I warned as I adjusted myself to hover over her again, taking notice of the excited glint in her eyes, the way she bit her lip as she stared back at me. “I’m never gonna get enough of you.”

The next morning, I added a new kink to the list of random bits of information that were driving me slowly insane as I felt the overwhelming need to bend the woman that I now got to call ‘mine’ over the nearest piece of furniture and rail her until I had cummed deep inside her pussy: seeing her in my shirt while cooking breakfast.

Yeah, I was going to live a happy life by her side.

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[phrynewrites]

Here’s a touch of absolute fluff and softness while I work through the rest of fake dating au chapter 2! I think I accidentally deleted the ask this went with, so if it was yours, please let me know!

This takes place post epilogue in Blind Date AU.

56. “Just marry me already.”

115. “you weren’t supposed to hear that!”

____

When the shower ran, Bosco called.

It was part of their routine, really. Jasmine would get home from dance, and in the instances when she wouldn’t strip off her sweatshirt and sports bra before crossing the bathroom threshold—her silent invitation for Bosco to join her, she’d spend at least twenty minutes in the shower, scrubbing away the grime and sweat of dance before making herself a snack.

And in those twenty minutes, Bosco had taken to calling Jasmine’s parents.

They left messages each time, figuring that they had grown sick of their calling, but nonetheless, they persisted. The messages they left were long, rambling like a river, thick with praises of Jasmine, heavy with pleas for their attendance at their wedding, and coarse with reminders that spiteing their only daughter after all these years was nothing more than another unnecessary hurt for everyone involved.

So when Jasmine only removed her scrunchie, flicking it at Bosco’s chest with a crisp laugh, shaking her head along with it as though she were shaking off the stress and strain dance had put on her body as well, Bosco tried her father once more.

“It’s me, Bosco…again.” They leaned against the back of the sofa. It was the same opening line following the same voicemail message. They settled the phone between their ear and shoulder, pulling their fingers back until they heard a crack.

“I’m sure you’re getting sick of me calling, but I’m again asking you to reconsider…” After at least sixty phone calls, all met with the same lack of response, it was hard to hold a considerate tone. “Your lack of response to the invite. It was due two months ago, and I know both of us—Jasmine really, but both of us would appreciate you coming.”

As if on cue, Bosco could hear Jasmine singing some old love song from the sixties, her voice muffled by the water, but still clearly off-key. They eased back onto the couch, letting themself fall over the edge and onto the seat, legs dangling, sinking into the music and the well-loved leather.

“I know you don’t like me. We’ve met before—I’m not sure if you remember—but I remember you not liking me—”

And as Jasmine tried to hit the high note, her words slurred but shrill but sweet, Bosco broke into a grin.

“I’m pausing a lot. Jasmine’s singing right now.” They scrubbed through their hair, tugging at the roots. “And it’s bad. You probably already know that. She told me all about how you’d come to her recitals and didn’t hold back, but it’d be okay because you’d all get ice cream afterward. How it was the reason why she got into dance in the first place, so she could perform at the recitals but not be embarrassed while singing.”

“She’s not embarrassed anymore though, clearly.” They trailed off with a chuckle. “She does this every day, and every day I’m home when she gets home, I just listen to her sing in the shower and it just makes me so happy. And I tell her that, even when she shoves me off, especially when she shoves me off for joining in. And I’m not really good either.” Another chuckle.

There’s a stillness, but Bosco assumes Jasmine’s just concentrating on shaving her legs, or that they’re at the end of a song. And they close their eyes and take it in.

“She stopped and I kind of miss it. I really love it when she does this. I love that I get to hear her every day.” They drag their hand through their hair before landing on a strand and twirling. “It’s dumb, but I just love her. And anyway, we want you to come. We want you to see that. You’ll see that even though it’s also dumb, she loves me too, and—”

A wet sob broke through the stillness.

Jasmine stood at the crest of the hallway, loosely grasping a towel, dripping on the hardwoods.

“Baby, no.” They could only manage a whisper, pulling themself up and approaching her. They folded her into their arms, her wet hair pressing into their shoulder. “You weren’t supposed to hear that. I —”

Bosco fisted her hair as she pressed deeper against them, arms locking around their waist, towel slipping a bit.

“I know I said his RSVP probably got lost in the mail. Your mom’s too, but…” They knew it was a lie, pretending that the response was simply lost rather than nonexistent. “I thought I could fix it for you.”

When Jasmine pulls herself off Bosco’s shoulder, they’re quick to wipe the tears away with their thumbs, to smooth her wet hair back and off her shoulders.

“I was gonna ask if you had a hair clip.” Jasmine’s voice was small, like if she’d grow any louder, she’d break.

Bosco kissed her cheek, tasting salt on their lips as they muttered against her, “I have a few of yours, yeah.”

It’s quiet for a moment. That same kind of still Bosco felt when Jasmine started singing. If Bosco looked closely enough, they could see Jasmine thinking, they could see the gears inside her turning, though rusted by her tears.

Bosco turned. “I’ll go get your clip now.”

But Jasmine caught their wrist before they could wander too far. “You’re telling him you like my singing. That you love me.”

She asks it like a statement, but Bosco knows it’s a question. She doesn’t know why Bosco’s doing this.

“I do love you. And your singing.” Bosco said, fitting their fingers between Jasmine’s, keeping her close. “Maybe if he saw that we loved each other he would change—”

“Just marry me already.”

Jasmine’s quick to cut them off, though there's a fresh set of tears streaking through. The towel became nothing more than an afterthought, hitting the hardwood with a wet smack as she drags her hand across her face, wiping the tears away.

Bosco tried to laugh, tried to dispel the tension. “I’m trying, I swear.”

But Jasmine met them with a faint laugh only, pulling their joined hands close to her chest.

“No, we should just do it.” Jasmine glanced up to meet Bosco’s gaze, and though it was hard to see her teary-eyed, they held tight. “I don’t care if they’re there or really anyone else is. We could do it tomorrow. Just go down to the courthouse and do it. Have something later with our friends and your family and…”

Jasmine’s breathless, closer now than before, her lips an inch away from Bosco’s with every breathy word. “I just want you now.”

Bosco thought about protesting, calling up the invitations they’d already sent, the venue they’d already booked, the dress Jasmine had already ordered, much less finding two people who were willing to wait around City Hall with them all morning. But as Jasmine closed the distance, lips slotting between theirs, hands intertwined, hair wet and lush and her body pressing ever closer…

Their protests died several times over, their hand found its way to the small of her back, and their lips hummed that same broken melody from before between each kiss peppered to her cheek.

[bare1ythere]

A Post MAG200 Fic Rec List

I spent all of yesterday reading post MAG200 fics, and I don’t usually read fic, so I thought I should put together a list of my favourites!

HAPPY ENDINGS

this is the majority of fic I’m gonna list here, mainly because my heart hurts enough from MAG200 canon as is. Some fluff, some hurt-comfort, but all with happy endings.

Against All Odds by buzzbuzz34 ( @kellanswritingblog ) - 1.3k

Martin did what had to be done. He stabbed Jon.

The tapes pull them through to another world, but it's a race against time before Jon dies for good this time.

a path worth following by maybemight_love - 2k

"I don’t want to be a god. I just want to be with you."

Martin and Jon get an ending fitting of a cosmic horror epic, some timeline/universe shenanigans, and a tear-filled reunion in a London supermarket. They are good people who have suffered enough so here is their soft epilogue.

where you go, I'm going (so jump and I'm jumping) by Aria - 6.5k

"I don't think so," Alex said. She looked at Martin. "Is this really how it went?"

"What?" Martin said. Alex and Georgie and Jon were all looking at him. The sky seemed so different today--

If We Were Young Again by ChristinMKay - 2k

Martin wakes up in a new world, alone and with Jon's blood on his hands. A desperate search for the love of his life begins.

in a different world with different eyes by abeebumbling - less than 1k

A little later, Jon and Martin wake up somewhere else.

BITTERSWEET ENDINGS

I’ve more or less been avoiding all fics that weren’t fix-its or happy endings, but these two caught my eye when I was looking through the Ao3 tag and I’m so glad I read them. They’re both very cathartic.

The Space Between by HelenRichardson - 1.7k

If you were to punch a hole through your universe, you would not fall directly into the next one.

A short little post-finale fic I wrote in an attempt to give my brain some peace.

For you (I can't stand the ending) by Coldfrenchfries ( @origami-boat ) - 2k 

The tapes couldn’t be from him. It didn’t make sense, it just didn’t. 

BONUS

okay I Know this list is for Post-MAG200 fics but I thought I’d also leave here two of my favourite ongoing multi-chapter fics that update regularly, in case you’re already missing weekly Magnus episodes.

Against All Probability by Cirrusgrey ( @cirrus-grey ) - 16/26, 24.6k

When Jon is nine, a new kid moves into his neighborhood.

When he is promoted to Head Archivist, he still writes to him.

leaves too high to touch (roots too strong to fall) by OllieoftheBeholder ( @ollieofthebeholder ) - 34/56, 166.9k

“So...you’re from the future. In the past. Why?” “You want the short answer or the long one?” “Short,” Martin says after a moment’s deliberation. “Until I decide if I trust you.” The other nods, as if he expected that answer—which, well, if he really is Martin from the future, he probably did. “To stop the world from ending.”

They have one last chance to fix this - one last chance to prevent the Eyepocalypse, to save the world - to save their world. It all hinges on which is the greater force: greed...or love.

[markleebee]

Fireflies; Huang Renjun [complete]

pairing: huang renjun x female reader [+nomin] 

genre: fluff, angst?? idk, college au, (kinda one-sided) enemies-to-friends-to-lovers au

warnings: drinking, cursing, mentions and photos of food, slowburn I am so sorry

synopsis: rich asshole renjun who has a soft spot for cats meets scholarship student yn, who just so happens to work at the local animal shelter

or alternatively: renjun's really bad at flirting and thinks that money is the answer to every problem

a/n: thank you to everyone for reading (and loving!) fireflies ( ･_･)♡

intro

part 1 - renjun sexy

part 2 - best friend :)

part 3 - sausage! sausage! sausage!

part 4 - $1000

part 5 - eat the rich!

part 6 - 12 year old 

part 7 - kitty kitty

part 8 - college party

part 9 - cuddly drunk

part 10 - status: alive

part 11 - smile and nod

part 12 - *safe* food

part 13 - okay catboy

part 14 - royalty

part 15 - puppet

part 16 - furry

part 17 - big boi

part 18 - we were becoming friends...

part 19 - apologize

part 20 - bored

part 21 - secret girlfriend

part 22 - meow

part 23 - renjunnie 🥺🤲💞

part 24 - mom

part 25 - i hate you too <3

part 26 - verified

part 27 - aesthetic hoe

part 28 - pspspspsps

part 29 - déjà vuwu

part 30 - #king

part 31 - knife skills

part 32 - 🦨

part 33 - yn tunnel vision

part 34 - he's meditating guys

part 35 - LOVING BULLYING

part 36 - employee of the month

part 37 - just a friend

part 38 - monthly picnic

part 39 - 5 facts

part 40 - go scam renjun or something

part 41 - HA HA HA HA HA

part 42 - dense

part 43 - date the rich

part 44 - beach!

part 45 - 3rd wheel

part 46 - pajamas??

part 47 - FUCK

part 48 - big head gang

part 49 - what.

part 50 - bros before hoes

part 51 - because i love myself??

part 52 - workaholic

part 53 - paris

part 54 - grandma

part 55 - somebody that i used to know

part 56 - we out here

part 57 - yes

part 58 - awkward

part 59 - he WHAT

part 60 - not just a pretty face

part 61 - little boy

part 62 - AHHHHHHH

part 63 - 4/4

part 64 - fell for you

epilogue - paper rings

Bonus Content

bonus 1 - "you look like you can't swim"

bonus 1.5 - "you look like you have a peanut allergy"

bonus 2 - ABORT ABORT

bonus 3 - cute cat

bonus 4 - swaggy

[dialovers-translations]

DIABOLIK LOVERS DAYLIGHT  Vol.5 Sakamaki Kanato [TRACK 2]

Original title: すれ違う心

Source: Diabolik Lovers Daylight Vol. 5 Sakamaki Kanato

Audio: Here (Huge thank you to @filthyhelplessworld​ for providing the audio!)

Seiyuu: Kaji Yuki

Translator’s note: The MC’s health is obviously getting worse and I really fear for her with a boyfriend whose best solution is to completely disregard her concerns and lock her up in the underground dungeon. I’m still betting that all of this karma will come and bite Kanato in the ass though. I’m just waiting for the angsty stuff to kick in because he needs a taste of reality.

Track 1 ll Track 2 ll Track 3 ll Track 4 ll Track 5 + Epilogue

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Track 2: Hearts Growing Apart

You are in the kitchen making sweets.

*Thud*

*Ping ping*

Kanato enters the kitchen.

“Hm...I have no complaints about the scent. Is this the sponge for the cake?”

You nod.

“Your hands have stopped moving. Please continue.”

You continue beating the egg whites in a bowl.

[00:24] “Fufu...Cut the cookies into bear shapes, okay? I want two kinds, both chewy and crispy. I grow tired if there’s no variety in the texture after all. ...Ah, I’d like my pudding on the firmer side with bittersweet caramel sauce on top, okay? I’m especially picky when it comes to chocolate. The cacaー”

Your movements stop again as you grow dizzy.

“...? What’s wrong? Now’s not the time to rest. I want to eat these soon so stop dawdlーー”

You nearly collapse, knocking over the bowl with cream in the process.

*THUD*

[00:56] “...! Ah!! The cream…!!”

*Rustle*

“Tsk...It turned out so well too...This all happened because you were spacing out…!”

You explain.

[01:13] “Hah…! You’re at it again with the sick act? Whenever things don’t go your way, you always blame it on feeling unwell! I bet you’re feeling faint because you let one of the other guys suck your blood, am I wrong!? Was it...Reiji again, perhaps? Even though you promised you would stay away from him!”

“SHUT UP!!”

*Thud*

[01:39] “I thought you were actually being a good girl and making the sweets I asked for but in the end, this is what I get! After you promised me several times too...Honestly...I’m so through with you!!”

*Rustle rustle*

“Haah…”

Kanato starts dragging you along.

“You want to know where we’re going? Oh no, you’re not going anywhere from here on out.”

*TIMESKIP*

*Cling cling*

*Rustle*

[02:23] “No, I won’t stop. Someone like you deserves no better than to be locked up inside the underground dungeon like this.”

You protest.

“Haah...You only have yourself to blame. For breaking our promise and letting someone else suck your blood.”

You deny it.

“SHUT UP! How many times are you going to lie to me? PLEASE DON’T MAKE A FOOL OUT OF ME BY ASSUMING I’D BELIEVE YOUR WORDS OF DENIAL!”

You beg.

[02:58] “...If you want me to listen to the whole story, then promise me you will never tell a lie again.”

You promise.

“Haah...Okay then. I suppose I wouldn’t mind listening a little.”

You start explaining.

“...Your health actually has been in poor condition, you say? You sure are insistent about that part.”

You continue talking.

[03:28] “So? ‘At this rate you will ーー’ What? You’re not going to tell me you’ll die, right?” 

You remain quiet.

“Kuh. CUT IT OUーー”

You nod.

“Huh? ...Say, did you...perhaps nod just now? Do you truly believe you will die if things continue down this path?”

You nod again.

“That...doesn’t make sense.”

You tell him it’s the truth.

[04:14] “You’re just joking when you say you might not have much time left, right?”

You shake your head.

“You want me to mentally prepare myself for the worst…? Ridiculous...I mean, there’s just no way you would die, right!?”

You try to make him face reality.

“SHUT UP!!”

You speak up again.

“SHUT UP!! SHUT UP!! SHUT UP!! YOU JUST CAN’T DIE!! ...Stay here until I give you permission to leave!”

Kanato stomps away.

“Kuh…!”

*Thud*

*TIMESKIP*

[04:59] “Nn...Here. You should try one of the cookies as well. You haven’t been eating at all this whole time, have you?”

You politely refuse.

“Even if you’re lacking an appetite, you should be able to at least eat the things I bring you, no?”

You hesitantly grab a cookie.

[05:26] “Mmh. Better. Umー Where were we again…? Ah, right! I remember now! Honestly, I was so surprised to find out there was another human out there who has blood as sweet as yours! Well, I just so happened to cross paths with her on my way home from school, of course. ...You probably shouldn’t give yourself too much credit for having special blood. If you continue to be disobedient, you might just find yourself thrown aside by me at some pointーー Just kidding. Fufufu…”

You remain quiet.

[06:19] “Hey? Are you listening? You didn't nod off while I was talking, did you?”

You shake your head.

“Good. You’ve been quiet this whole time though. You should say something as well. Anything will do. What has been on your mind today, or what you would like to do if I were to free you from down here, for example.”

You tell him you want to see the outside world. 

[06:56] “Hmph. What will you gain from watching the scenery outside? Your eyes should only ever be on me.”

You go silent again. 

“Hah! Ridiculous! I’m here trying my best to strike up a conversation, yet you have nothing else to tell me?”

You bring up your health.

[07:24] “Aah...But I’ve heard enough about that. I’m sick and tired of hearing you say how you’ll ‘die’ or whatever…”

You try and reason with him.

“STOP! I DON’T WANT TO HEAR IT! ...Haah. We were having such a lovely chat as well, but you completely ruined it.”

Kanato gets up.

“My mood has been ruined. I will excuse myself for today.”

He leaves.

*Thud*

[08:01] ( You told me I was doing the wrong thing time after time. Trying to convince me that locking you up in that dim lit underground dungeon would only speed up the process and lead to an early death. You would even burst out into tears, worried about what would happen to me once I’m left behind. 

[08:19] Every time, I would grow upset and refuse to listen to you, covering my ears while simply turning a blind eye to everything, as I kept you imprisoned down there. Because I truly believed that if I kept at it long enough, you would eventually give in and stop saying that you were dying.

[08:42] ...I wonder why I didn’t just accept your words back then? Why didn’t I try and do something about the abnormal condition of your heart, even though I had taken notice of it? I never thought I would one day ask myself those questions over and over again. )

*TIMESKIP*

Kanato approaches you in the dungeon.

[09:10] “You seem rather out of it today. Do you have any idea how much time has passed since you were brought here?”

You shake your head.

“I suppose you don’t? ーー Or perhaps…”

*Cling*

“I guess you no longer care, do you? After all, right now the only thing which matters to you, is the person standing in front of you, right? Correct?”

You nod.

[09:50] “Fufu. You’ve become such a good girl. Well then, come here. I will let you embrace me as your reward.”

You move closer and wrap your arms around him.

*Cling cling*

[10:12] “...Haah...We will be together forever, okay? Please don’t say you’ll die ever again. ...You’re not going anywhere. You can’t even run. It’ll be just the two of us for eternity. I’m sure you feel the same way right now?”

You reluctantly nod.

[10:50] “...What was that just now? It appeared to me that you only nodded because you had no other choice. I can tell you’re hiding how you truly feel. ...Tell me loud and clear. How do you feel?”

You keep quiet. 

“Haha...Hahaha...So you really can’t let go of the possibility that you’ll die one day, no matter how many times I tell you that we’ll be together forever, can you? ...Cut it out alreaーー”

You speak up.

[11:31] “...’But’, what?”

You tell him he will be okay and can simply find another human to feed off of. 

“Did you just...tell me that I’ll be okay even if you die, because there’s plenty of replacements for you out there?”

You nod.

[11:50] “So...That’s all what matters? No way...What makes you believe you have the right to decide that on your own? Who told you to think that way!? Well...I won’t deny that I discovered someone with sweet blood in town the other day, but you’re still on a whole different level! ...ABOVE ALL!!”

*Cling*

[12:19] “Didn’t I tell you just now? That you won’t go anywhere, nor can you run away, so the two of us will be together forever…! Tsk...Yet...Kuh...Yet you have the nerve to…!! ...Honestly...I’ve had enough of this.”

You try to comfort him.

“Hah! ...Stay away from me.”

He walks away.

[12:57] “I’m sick of talking to you. Or rather, I suppose you could say that my love for you has faded.”

*Cling*

“That’s the key to those chains. From today onwards, you’re a free woman. I no longer care about you. ーー Just like you said, there’s plenty of people who can replace you out there. ...Farewell.”

Kanato leaves.

[13:38] “...Kuh!! She’ll die? Ridiculous! There’s just no way I would be left behind on my own. Yet she keeps on saying that she’ll die and to make matters worse, even has the nerve to tell me I could simply replace her! Where on earth did she get that ludicrous idea from!? ...I should just push her away for a bit. I’ll make her regret her words! Until she lets go of those ridiculous thoughts!”

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

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'A L I V E' is a fan comic based on the videogame 'Undertale' by Toby Fox and inspired by the AU Community. Please, play the game before reading it, because there are a lot of spoilers and you wouldn’t understand most of it (you’ll enjoy the game, it’s AWESOME).

There’s no profit intention in this, just having fun with a game that I like and an incredibly creative community. This story is obviously FICTION. All characters are FICTIONAL, they do NOT exist in real life in any way.

Sometimes the comic is interrupted by the ASK section, but it’s part of the story so it’s recommended to read them, the order is listed below.

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Warning: This comic is SFW (PG-13 for violence), but sometimes there's angst, so when things are hard I use the tag #ANGST just in case someone is more sensitive and wanted to mute the tag. There's also blood and swearing (sometimes I’ll use the tags #BLOOD and even #NSFW when things are really bloody), but mostly it’s just idiots having fun and learning about friendship.

A L I V E main comic (FINISHED): Season 1

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - (Ask 1, 2, 3) - Part 5 - Part 6 - (Ask 4) - Ask 5/Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9 - Part 10 - Part 11 - (Ask 6) - Part 12 - Part 13 - Part 14 - Part 15 - (Ask 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17) - Part 16 - Part 17 - Part 18 - Part 19 - Part 20 - Part 21 - Part 22 - (Ask 18, 19, 20, 21)

Season 2

Part 23 - Part 24 - (Promise Part 1 - Part 2) - Part 25 - Part 26 - Part 27 - Part 28 - Part 29 - Part 30 - Part 31 - (Ask 22, 23, 24, 25, EXTRA) - Part 32 - Part 33 - Part 34 - Part 35 - Part 36 - Part 37 - Part 38 - Part 39 - Part 40 - Part 41 - Part 42 - Lytta’s notes - Part 43 - Part 44 - Part 45 - Part 46 - Part 47 - Part 48 - Part 49 -

Extras: Part 50 - Part 51 - Part 52 - (Ask 26, Ask 27, Ask 28, Ask 29, Ask 30, Ask 31, Ask 32, Ask 33, Ask 34)

Season 3

Part 53 - Part 54 - Part 55 - Part 56 - Part 57 - Part 58 - Part 59 - Part 60 - Part 61 - Part 62 - Part 63 - Part 64 - Part 65 - Part 66 - Part 67 - Part 68 - Part 69 - Part 70 - Part 71 - Part 72 - Part 73 THE END

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80 Favorite Jonalot Moments

I don’t talk about it much, but Jonalot is actually my favorite ship!!! It was my first ship in this fandom, and it will always have a special place in my heart. So I decided to gather all my fav Jonalot moments!!!!!!!!!!

WARNING: LONG POST

SPOILERS BELOW THE CUT

1. When Jonah and Alice made meals together for Lancelot. Lancelot’s route, part 10.

2. When Jonah was super harsh with Lancelot’s potential dance partners. Lancelot’s route, parts 11 and 12.

3. When Lancelot and Alice talk about how mad Jonah will be if he sees Lancelot sitting in the Queen’s seat. Lancelot’s route, part 13.

4. When Jonah wasn’t even jealous of Lancelot and Alice because he just wants them to be happy. Lancelot’s route, part 14.

5. When Lancelot entrusts Jonah with the duty of taking Alice back to the Land of Reason in his route. Lancelot’s route, part 21).

6. When Jonah lets Alice go to Lancelot even though he wanted to, because he knew that Alice could help Lancelot. Lancelot’s route, part 24.

7. When Lancelot pulls Jonah into his arms and tells him not to let go when he teleports them back to headquarters. Lancelot’s route, part 25.

8. When Jonah supports Lancelot when he is weak from magic use and Lancelot grabs Jonah’s hand. Lancelot’s route, part 25.

9. When Jonah talks about how he wants to become the best right-hand man for Lancelot. Lancelot’s route, part 25.

10. When Jonah said that even Lancelot would never hit him. Jonah’s route, part 10, premium story.

11. When Jonah was so pained about the letter Lancelot sent to the Magic Tower, but still checked with Lancelot first. Jonah’s route, part 17.

12. When Lancelot blamed Alice for faking the aforementioned letter to spare Jonah. Jonah’s route, part 17.

13. When Lancelot decided to entrust his fate to Jonah. Jonah’s route, part 18.

14. When Lancelot saved Jonah from his bullies and gave him the strength to fight for those he cared about. Jonah’s route, part 20.

15. When Lancelot inspired Jonah to become stronger instead of just protecting him. Jonah’s route, part 20.

16. When Jonah decided that the Lancelot he knew wouldn’t dirty his hands for his ambition. Jonah’s route, part 21.

17. When Jonah got into a swordfight with Lancelot that he knew he’d lose, but still wanted to see Lancelot’s heart. Jonah’s route, part 22.

18. When Jonah told Lancelot that he’s Lancelot’s right-hand through and through. Jonah’s route, part 22.

19. When Lancelot smiled softly and told Jonah that he’s gotten stronger. Jonah’s route, part 22.

20. When Jonah caught Lancelot before his head could hit the ground. Jonah’s route, part 22.

21. When Lancelot said that he wasn’t worried that Alice would get caught because she’s with Jonah. Jonah’s route, part 22. 

22. When Jonah almost cried after hearing that. Jonah’s route, part 22.

23. When Jonah got angry at Lancelot for being so reckless with his life. Jonah’s route, part 22.

24. When Lancelot “punished” Jonah by giving him a week off. Jonah’s route, Dramatic End.

25. When Jonah suspected that Edgar was bringing Lancelot jelly beans because those are artificial and unhealthy. Edgar’s route, part 11.

26. When Lancelot asked Jonah not to be mad and Jonah immediately deflated. Edgar’s route, part 11.

27. When Jonah made a special breakfast menu for Lancelot because he noticed Lancelot hasn’t been eating. Kyle’s route, part 6.

28. When Jonah was upset after Lancelot still didn’t eat that he didn’t even touch the strawberry mille-feuille in front of him. Kyle’s route, part 7.

29. When Jonah was so glad that he picked out just the right picture to show Lancelot’s dignity. Sirius’s route, part 5.

30. When Jonah got super mad at Sirius for trying to talk to Lancelot. Sirius’s route, part 11.

31. When Jonah wanted to help Lancelot against Harr, but Lancelot shouted at him to stay back because it’s dangerous. Sirius’s route, part 12.

32. When Jonah pushed Sirius away told him not to touch Lancelot because Lancelot is “[his] King.” Sirius’s route, part 12.

33. When Lancelot said that he hoped Jonah and Luka could reconcile, because he saw that Jonah was happy. Sirius’s route, Romantic End.

34. When Jonah got mad at Alice for disrespecting Lancelot. Luka’s route, part 19.

35. When Jonah was so happy that Lancelot asked him and Edgar for suggestions on his speech. Lancelot’s route, Eternal Affection.

36. When Jonah challenged Sirius to a duel for Lancelot. Queen’s route, Clash in Cradle.

37. When Jonah was worried that Lancelot got lost because Lancelot went to the Central Quarter alone. Lancelot’s story, Cradle’s 10 Big News.

38. When Jonah lost his memory and was suspicious that Alice was his lover, but immediately believed it after Lancelot talked to him. Jonah’s route, Hold Me Tight.

39. When Jonah brought Lancelot pastries that were really popular from the Central Quarter. Lancelot’s route, 50 First Kisses.

40. When Jonah told Lancelot that he’d support him no matter what Lancelot decides. Lancelot’s route, Kiss the Bride.

41. When Lancelot asked for Jonah’s help with Alice’s wedding. Lancelot’s route, Kiss the Bride.

42. When Jonah said that there were no chocolates worthy of Lancelot. Lancelot’s route, Chocolate-Covered Secrets.

43. When Jonah made chocolates for Lancelot and asked Alice to taste test it, blushing in the meantime. Lancelot’s route, Chocolate-Covered Secrets.

44. When Lancelot accepted Jonah’s chocolates. Lancelot’s route, Chocolate-Covered Secrets.

45. When Alice realized that the people who gave Lancelot chocolates truly love him. Lancelot’s route, Chocolate-Covered Secrets.

46. When Jonah mistook Alice for an assassin and immediately moved in front of Lancelot. Lancelot and Jonah’s route, Alice in Time Magic.

47. When Jonah’s loyalty for Lancelot didn’t change at all, even in the past. Jonah’s route, Alice in Time Magic. 

48. When Jonah talked on and on about Lancelot’s best qualities. Lancelot’s 1st Mini Talk, Ever After release campaign. 

49. When Jonah was so upset that Lancelot’s birthday party had to be cancelled. Lancelot’s 3rd birthday event.

50. When Jonah couldn’t wait to give Lancelot his birthday present. Lancelot’s 1st birthday event.

51. When Jonah found out that Lancelot was still working during his birthday and ordered Alice to stop him. Lancelot’s 1st birthday event.

52. When Alice realized that Jonah felt the same way about Lancelot that she did.  Lancelot’s 1st birthday event.

53. When Jonah didn’t want Lancelot to know his presence because he wanted Lancelot to have a relaxing date. Lancelot’s 1st birthday event.

54. When Lancelot realized that Jonah didn’t want him to know that he was there and Lancelot’s gaze wavered. Lancelot’s 1st birthday event.

55. When Jonah’s eyes filled with tears after Lancelot thanked them for helping celebrate his birthday. Lancelot’s 1st birthday event.

56. When Jonah grudgingly looked after children after Lancelot asked him to. Jonah’s route, Eternal Affection.

57. When Jonah said that he admired Lancelot, which was why he wanted to become someone like Lancelot. Jonah’s route, Alice in Time Magic.

58. When Lancelot said that he will have to compliment Jonah after Jonah did a commentary on horse races. Ray’s route, Eternal Affection.

59. When Lancelot told Jonah that he felt lonely while Jonah and Alice were on honeymoon. Jonah’s route, Dear My Wife.

60. When Jonah said that he belongs by Lancelot’s side. Lancelot and Jonah’s paired gacha line.

61. When Jonah was revealed to have a key to Lancelot’s room. Cybird’s Lancelot birthday post.

62. When Lancelot asked Alice to take good care of Jonah. Jonah’s route, Say I Do.

63. When Jonah looked so happy when Lancelot told him he’s gotten stronger. Jonah’s route, Never Let You Go.

64. When Lancelot insisted on giving Jonah two days off after Jonah got injured, and asked Alice to babysit. Jonah’s story, Angels and Devils.

65. When Alice wore a lion headband at Jonah’s suggestion and Lancelot said that Jonah knows him too well. Lancelot’s Cradle Awards story.

66. When Jonah offered to wash Lancelot’s back and Lancelot told him to relax in the tub. Only the Best Bubbles for the King card lines.

67. When Jonah got bubbles in his eye and Lancelot helped him. Only the Best Bubbles for the King card lines.

68. When Lancelot and Jonah went together to fight Harr. Lancelot x Jonah Paired Suit Gacha VI card lines.

69. When Jonah blushed and said that Lancelot would be the only person suited to becoming a prince. Jonah’s route, Once Upon a Time.

70. When Lancelot told Jonah not to overexert himself. Jonah’s epilogue, Eternal Affection.

71. When Lancelot told Jonah that someday, he will find someone that will accept all of him. Jonah’s epilogue, Eternal Affection.

72. When Jonah told Alice that she will never be taken by Levie, because he knows that Lancelot would never let that happen. Lancelot’s ever after route, part 2.

73. When Jonah and Alice continued to cook for Lancelot. Lancelot’s ever after route, part 5.

74. When Jonah realized that Lancelot has been in a bad mood ever since leaving the Land of Glass because that’s how well he knows Lancelot. Lancelot’s ever after route, part 5.

75. When Jonah joined in on the group of soldiers discussing how great Lancelot is. Lancelot’s ever after route, part 8.

76. When Jonah found it unbelievable that Alice carried a fish all the way to headquarters, but when Alice said that Lancelot was the one who caught it, Jonah immediately told her that she should be more careful with it. Lancelot’s ever after route, part 12.

77. When Lancelot got trapped in the Land of Glass, and Jonah took one look at Alice and immediately knew that Lancelot sacrificed himself. Lancelot’s ever after route, part

78. When Lancelot stood before and mirror and Jonah showed up instead of Alice, and Jonah ended up talking for a long time about how much he had missed Lancelot. Lancelot’s ever after route, part 25.

79. When Jonah told Levie that he should speak to Lancelot respectfully or else he’d teach Levie some manners. Lancelot’s ever after route, Dramatic End.

80. When Levie told Jonah that he would like to see Jonah try, but Lancelot called out Levie’s name and Levie immediately silenced. Lancelot’s ever after route, Dramatic End.

There’s definitely A LOT more moments that I’m leaving out, so you guys are totally free to add to this list!!!

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I posted 441 times in 2021

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#i mostly just really wanted to add a gif to this post and there was no good fonzie gifs that fit sooo i tapped into my ozarkian side instead

My Top Posts in 2021

#5

A Peculiar Fellowship (Part Ten)

Legolas x Reader (Series)

Masterlist

180 notes • Posted 2021-04-15 18:30:27 GMT

#4

The Faded Portrait of a Bygone Era

Chapter Twenty One: Storm Warning

Prince Caspian x Reader

One small section of this chapter contains somewhat mature themes

Masterlist

​195 notes • Posted 2021-01-23 23:53:18 GMT

#3

The Faded Portrait of a Bygone Era

Chapter Twenty Eight: Epilogue

Prince Caspian x Reader

Masterlist

255 notes • Posted 2021-03-07 18:00:52 GMT

#2

The Devil’s Eye

Geralt of Rivia x Reader

Soulmate AU

Warnings: Character Injury, Reader Injury

1918 notes • Posted 2021-05-19 17:00:24 GMT

#1

In light of the recent PostPlus nonsense tumblr is trying to pull, here's a reminder that monetization of fanfiction can lead you to legal trouble. On Ao3 it's against the TOS to even mention any money-sending site at all because of the conditonal protection they offer.

Putting your entire fanfiction blog behind a paywall is like pointing a neon sign saying "please sue me". I bring this up specifically because tumblr mentioned fanfiction in the post that they made and that is going to leave a lot of people misinformed.

Remember: Do NOT paywall your fanworks.

And rest assured, my blog will never be pay-to-read, even if this weren't a fanfiction blog. I think the whole thing is ridiculous.

50077 notes • Posted 2021-07-21 20:17:25 GMT

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#btw my favourite mascot is nagano's mascot arukuma-kun and no i am not biased because i lived in nagano for two years ahaha what do you mean

My Top Posts in 2021

#5

I have come to give you a giant hug!

And to ask for your favourite headcannon about Komaeda/Kamukura👀💜

THANKS FRIEND!!! I appreciate it! All the hugs back to you!

Originally my favourite headcanon regarding Kamukoma is "they met before the flashback on the ship in SDR2". It was a simple headcanon with evidence stemming from the epilogue of Ultra Despair Girls. (Both Servant and Kamukura were in Towa City— simple.) Then, came DR3 confirming that Kamukura and Komaeda briefly met prior to the game's events.

So, if we want "just a head canon and not confirmed by the source material" for Kamukoma, I like to believe those two had a -thing- going on. How far their -thing- went is up to you. Regardless, I don't think Kamukura and (Despair) Komaeda can have a healthy, functioning relationship... which also adds another layer to Komahina. (Should I feel the desire to add more tangled feelings regarding Komaeda and Hinata's relationship.)

(Side note: for a Modern AU I headcanon that Komaeda is really into playing with Kamukura's hair. He always wants to try new things and Kamukura silently lets him.)

I hope you enjoyed this answer and thanks for sending me this ask, friend!!!

14 notes • Posted 2021-07-13 16:30:58 GMT

#4

CYL5! I love all of their art and I am excited for them!

14 notes • Posted 2021-08-16 03:13:45 GMT

#3

Okay, some quick thoughts for Fire Emblem Heroes thanks to the Feh Channel.

-Very interested that the story is returning to Askr/Embla. I'm excited to see them flesh out (what I assume) to be Veronica's backstory. I'm desperately hoping to see more Bruno. (Please, IS.)

-Extremely disappointed that our new Book Unit is female. My biggest hope for Book VI was for us to receive a Male Book Unit. I'm also sad that Ash is once again a Light Mythic. I don't know why IS is so hellbent on giving us free Light Mythics only. A change would be nice.

-On a happier note, I really like Ash's art and that she's a free mythic beast unit. That's super unique and I appreciate that change.

- AWAKENING BANNER. I cannot tell you how excited I am for this. I've been wanting Basilio and Flavia in game for FOREVER. I'm also super excited for Miriel. I'm now hoping that Laurent can show up in the game soon 👀

-Looks like IS is finally giving us a proper PvP mode. That's exciting. However, not going to lie, I'm far more excited for the FILTERS. Legitimately over the moon that I can filter my units based on Dance. I cannot tell you how excited I am for that ahaha. I'm also super excited for the sorting mode based on Version. That will be fun to sort just to take a look at when units were added.

14 notes • Posted 2021-12-06 00:33:54 GMT

#2

Wonder Egg Priority is so good but even though I was waiting for the boot to drop I am still reeling. Clearly I was not as prepared as I thought.

15 notes • Posted 2021-03-17 05:00:16 GMT

#1

I am excited for Luthier and Zeke but I wish there wasn't a midpoint Mythic on this banner. (Not that I did not see that coming.) I just want more Echoes characters. This banner feels like the bare scraps of Echoes for me.

16 notes • Posted 2021-06-06 03:05:56 GMT

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