#im normal i promise (lying)

[hinamie]

i'm exactly as normal about him as I thought I'd be

[stormystarlight]

fractured god

[lovearsonist]

its all about you girl

on your 46th birthday

[luckycloverforducks]

A forced on identity

[emiko-matsui]

im supposed to be normal over the grandson of a man who started a rebellion against a corrupt monarch and was killed in the streets for it who grew up hiding who he was since his alcoholic father also was killed for using his grandfather's name, fleeing to the sea and spending most of his life as a sailor running from his homeland, then getting hired for a mercenary job by a young prince (thane) and finds somebody he deems worthy of following and protecting, someone who could make a change in the world. he followed an honest man who invented a new position in his court to keep you around - a warrior, advisor, and poet. but war comes and you start to see a bloodthirst in his eyes, and he starts killing without thought, he grabs for the power he can get, and he's willing to sacrifice a lot to advance in the world. he says that you don't understand but he's doing everything to keep you by his side. you will be by my side as i conquer. of course you never told him the story of your grandfather, you're still terrified of meeting the same fate as your father and grandfather, but you can't stand by him anymore and betray the memory of your grandfather. so you tell him as you leave him, how you watched your dad be burned for keeping your family name, how you've run your entire life from this, you tell him your secret as you leave him and you leave your life in his hands to ruin if he wants to. you leave your position, you leave him your weapons, and you leave him your life. five years pass and your body aches. no one has come after you and you haven't even heard a whisper of your family name. and then you finally meet him again in the caves under the battlefield that would finally end the war. he's replaced you. the position he invented to keep you here he's given to a girl who so clearly revere him, but the moment he sees you life reverts back to five, six years ago. he listens to her council but all she wants is his attention. and then all his attention is focused onto you but all you ever wished was for him to listen to your council. to really listen to you. he still wants you, he still wants you back with him (he won't say it, but he wants you. he won't say it, but he still has the dagger you dropped the day you left him. he won't say it, but when you left he almost used it to cut himself up in distress), but his bloodthirst hasn't gone away, it has only grown. everyone sees it. the girl sees it too and she feeds it. you've spent the years trying to patch up the carnage his bloodlust caused. the monarchs have started a war (you helped. damn you, you helped) and somebody needs to be kind. warriors without kindness are tyrants and you have been haunted by tyrants your entire life, your entire bloodline. but do you still want him?

[lanawinterscigarettes]

Desperately in need of this house md poster on amazon to hang on my ceiling above my bed so they can watch me while I sleep

[mooshkat]

hi i saw this gifset and got inspired. might do smth more with this later, might not, but for now hello og show people welcome to me being way too into ghostface aus lmao 🔪

Buck's heart feels like it's going to beat out of his chest.

He tries to keep his breathing quiet, feeling his blood race through his veins as the adrenaline makes his hands shake.

There's the terrifying possibility of being caught, but he's also so fucking hard while he waits and hides that he aches with it, trying not to give into the urge to touch himself.

Heavy footsteps walk through the hallway of Tommy's house, getting closer and closer. It makes the hair on the back of his neck rise and he slides a hand over his mouth, muffling his breathing further.

“Oh, Evan,” his usually sweet, adoring boyfriend calls out, a dangerous edge to his voice now that makes Buck's dick throb. There's a quiet click and the next time Tommy speaks, it's distorted, coming through the voice modulator he'd bought as he walks past the closet Buck's hiding in. “You'll make this easier on yourself if you come out now, sweetheart.”

Buck has to bite the inside of his cheek to stop from whimpering, his knees going weak. He doubts anything would be ‘easier’ if he came out of hiding, so he stays inside in the dark, listening to his boyfriend's footsteps fade away as he continues to look for him, calling out his name again through the modulator.

Christ, that was too close. He shifts on his feet and feels how wet the front of his boxers have gotten, and the friction against his cock nearly makes his eyes roll back. He needs just a little relief, a few quick pumps and he can relax a little.

Popping open the button on his pants, Buck pulls down the zipper slowly, cringing as the sound feels like it nearly echoes in the silence. He shoves his hand down his pants and wraps a hand around his cock, using his thumb to spread the precome and make it easier to fuck into his fist.

The first stroke is heavenly and he whines before he can stop it, spilling put between clenched teeth. Buck tenses in fear, his heartbeat kicking up a notch, but he can't convince himself to stop moving his hand. He's leaking so much that it's getting noisy, the sound wet and obscene as he jerks off.

The door is ripped open and he flinches, cringing back from the sudden bright light after spending so long in complete darkness.

Tommy steps into the doorway, blocking most of the light with his large frame, and Buck immediately locks onto the knife his boyfriend has in his hand. He grips the handle like it's a comfortable, familiar weight in his palm, and when he twists his wrist just so, the light catches on the blade and shines.

Fuck, that's real, Buck thinks and his dick jumps in his hand, another bead of pre dripping from the tip.

Tommy grins and with his other hand lifts the voice box to his mouth, staring at Buck with dark eyes. “Found you.”

[foggybear42]

The Hug™

[undeadkyart]

<- guy who cried over the route of a love interest named nakedtoaster

[grimalditeuthis]

me when . fictional artificial intelligence

[aliusfrater]

supernatural, optimism [14.06]

[queenofbaws]

Hi again!! I have an offer for a 6 sentence prompt, after reading a few of your great fics with the matt + ashley dynamic, I'd love to see your take on a world where they're the only two survivors of UD!

He woke up and the bed was cold, but there wasn't anything shocking about that. Almost everything else about them slotted so cleanly into place, fitting into perfect little notches like gears meant to keep each other turning...sleep schedules, though? Nah. Never. He doubted that one would ever take.

It wasn't until he grabbed his phone off the nightstand and checked the time that it occurred to him, something might be wrong. There, in dark, bold numbers set against his lockscreen (still that terrible picture from Thanksgiving, all of his grandma's ridiculous bouquets of glass gem corn and plastic maple leaves peeking out from between their exhausted smiles), proof this wasn't just an early-to-bed-early-to-rise thing.

Ashley was up before him. And he didn't like that.

She was a night owl - and that was putting it lightly - her brain hitting its stride sometime around lunch, her first yawns coming closer to sunrise than sunset. She used the quiet hours to read, to write, to dump out all the poison thoughts she was still too shy to let him see. Matt knew that, and, frankly, got it. He was the same, but opposite; he got more things done before the sun was up than most people got done in the day, jogging, stretching, working out, meal prep, shower, shave, clothes, chores, and he'd be a liar if he said he didn't vent his own worries then, forcing them out in the times and places he knew she wouldn't see.

What had happened...well, it was like a lot of things. The same, just opposite. There were things she'd had to do that he'd never understand. There were things he'd seen that she'd never understand. Not for lack of trying, just...brains could only take so much. Even hers. Especially his.

So they lived in the overlap, the comfortable (shockingly comfortable, in fact) place where their schedules lined up and their experiences meshed, where they fit together like those gears. It was a funny place, most of the time, caught somewhere between 'birds of a feather flock together' and 'opposites attract,' always just as much one as it was the other. She laughed when he tried to make jokes, he nodded thoughtfully and did his best to spark her memory when she needed a word, she only winced a little when he'd tried going keto a few months back, he'd finished reading the first draft of her novel even though it'd taken him the better part of two months to get through. And it was good, that living. It was good, and it was beautiful, and some days he forgot that they hadn't always been like this, that something had come before.

Matt got up, leaving the warm, rumpled covers for the chilly, chilly hall, rubbing the bleariness from his eyes as he went. There were no lights on to suggest she was still writing in the back room, no noises to lead him to a percolating coffee pot, and with each step he took, his worries gnawed a little deeper, tapping into that part of him that remembered what it was like to turn around and see the person you thought had been following you was just gone. Vanished into thin air.

He found her sitting beneath the bay window, her knees to her chest and her chin to her knees, the side of her head resting against one of the panes of glass...and the dread went out of him in a wave. He breathed it out, louder than he meant to, but even at his (admittedly) comical little 'whew,' Ashley didn't look away from the dark, sleeping world outside.

He joined her - as best he could, anyway, given the size of the alcove the window was in - sitting with his legs outstretched and his feet bumping hers, looking not past the glass but straight ahead at her. "Couldn't sleep?" he asked with another good-natured jostle, his foot nudging the sugar-plum-and-candy-cane print of her pajama pants.

Instead of answering straightaway, Ashley tapped a finger to the window, her nail clicking slightly, and when Matt turned -

"...oh."

Together, they watched the snow fall outside. Watched it become a dusting on the grass, the street, the sidewalks, the cars parked and waiting for the morning. The sun would melt it, erase it, and most of their neighbors would never even know that it had happened, but there it was. White and frail and bitterly, bitterly cold. A promise of the winter ahead; a reminder of the one they'd left behind.

"I think we should go on vacation," Ashley said after a long while, her voice rasped. From the all-nighter, he'd let her say later, not from anything else. "Somewhere...somewhere warm, maybe."

"I think...that's the best idea anyone has ever had," Matt agreed, and when he opened his arms, there weren't words for how grateful he was that she moved from her spot of her own volition, scooting over to tuck herself against him.

It was easier to watch the snow gather on the ground that way - her back to his chest, his chin on her head, their arms crisscrossed, knotted, interwoven. They were stronger in that overlap, and they would keep being stronger there, too - no matter what winter threatened them with.

[tinylittletwig]

Arthur Lester in a dress for your viewing pleasure

[poopoo-shart]

Why couldnt my autism have a special interest on something cool like the gym😭girl what the hell is ezekiel total drama😞

[catinasink]

i want someone to sink their teeth into me

[voided-selfships]

THEY MAKE ME SO ILL /SILLY

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