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[livinghalfway]

Younger Years Pt. 7

Masterlist

Summary: Damian gets temp de-aged to 6yrs old; cue him asking where his twin is. This is how everyone finds out about Danny's existence. Word Count: 1254

Danny was really starting to regret wanting Sam and Tucker to come with him to Gotham as he stands in front of the planetarium’s dedication plaque. The words themselves almost feel as if they are mocking him; opening old wounds once thought healed. 

“To the one who told me that all I needed to do was look towards the stars to find him. — Damian Wayne” 

He remembers the day he said those words to Damian. It was the night before they would be going on separate missions, hundreds of miles apart. Despite it not being said Danny knew that Damian didn't like the idea of them not being together. The words were meant to be a way to bring comfort to his brother. 

Danny didn't know how he felt seeing them, knowing that Damian remembered what he had said all those years ago. He didn't think he liked it though as his chest started to feel tight the more he stared at them.

While stuck in his own head and feeling Danny failed to notice Sam and Tucker coming up from behind him. 

"Maybe an old friend?" Sam wonders, "His mom or another family member? The person might not even exist though; could have just built the building and dedicated it to a fake person to make it seem more special." 

"No way! No one is going to make a building purposely seem more special in Gotham; that's just asking for it to be destroyed." Tucker counters before lightly elbowing him in the side. "What about you Danny, what do you think? Real or fake?"

"I- I think we should head inside, and find our seats before the show starts!" Grabbing both Sam and Tucker's arm he pulls them towards the doors with him. 

Once inside Danny lets go of his friends and takes a look around the dome shaped room. As he does the feeling in his chest returns ten folds. Damian obviously had this built for him, and he just can't figure out why. 

Why after all this time has his brother decided to become sentimental about his supposed death; about him? It's the only thought on his mind as the lights dim and stars begin to cover the ceiling. Danny can almost block everything around him out, and pretend that he's back in Nanda Parbat with Damian.

It's comforting just as much as it is torturous. 

It’s not until the end of the show when Danny finally tunes back in to what the speaker is saying, and it’s not something he’s excited to hear. “-I’d also like to give a big thank you to the Waynes for joining us with their presence here today for a surprise interview! Especially Damaian Wayne, without his contributions none of us would have gathered here today to learn about the stars. Mr. Wayne, a few words if you please?” 

No.

No fucking way is this really happening. Of course the brother that he is trying his best to avoid is here on the same day as him. Just his fucking luck; now to find a way out of here without gaining Damian’s attention. 

Which is definitely easier said than done, especially when Tucker starts rapidly hitting his arm and whispering into his ear, “Dude! I can’t believe this, the Waynes are here! What are the odds?”

Danny doesn’t give his friend any sort of answer though as he looks at his brother for the first time in nearly four years. He’s of course seen pictures of Damian ever since the announcement of him joining Father in Gotham, but it’s a different feeling being so close yet so far to someone who was once so important in his life. Someone who he now needs to hide from and quickly.

Just as Damian and Father are turning to face the crowd Danny is grabbing Tucker's hat, and places it on himself while making sure to lower his head enough as a way to block his face from view. He can't have the Bats on his tail the very first day he's here. 

"Thank you for having us Mrs. Smith, my son and I are so excited to be here today!" Father grins brightly as he shakes the speaker's hand. "I knew as soon as Damian mentioned wanting a planetarium built that it was going to be an amazing idea." 

"That actually brings me to my first question. Damian, what made you want a planetarium built?"

"I was taught a lot about the stars as a child, and I wanted others to get the chance to learn about them as well," Damian simply states. 

"Can I ask who taught you? Is it the same person who you dedicated the building to?" 

Danny watches as his brother takes a breath, he's hesitating, before speaking in a soft tone, "Yes, they are one in the same. We would talk and go over the starry sky nearly every night. He taught me the courage of stars. How life carries on endlessly even after death. He’d explain the infinite, how rare and beautiful it is to even exist. I’d give anything to hear him say it one more time; that the universe was made to be seen by my eyes.”

A ringing is the only thing he hears now as he continues to stare at Damian. How dare his brother act like his death affected him; he has no right to do so. Where was this sadness when Ra's dealt the final blow?

He doesn't want to be angry at Damian, he already has spent far too much time being angry at someone who was also in an impossible situation that fateful day. It's just so hard not to be at this very moment. 

… Danny missed Damian. He missed being able to talk to him. It was easy to ignore and forget when they were miles apart, but that's impossible to do when his brother is right in front of him in a building he had built in tribute to him. 

Anger is easier to deal with than sadness. 

"-nny! Danny!" Sam grabs his shoulder and gives him a little shake as she whisper shouts his name. 

Looking around he sees that everyone is starting to stand to leave now; Damian is no longer anywhere in sight. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm good. I'm here. Let's- Let's go!" 

He stands quickly while swatting Tucker's hands away from grabbing his hat back; Danny will return it when he's sure the coast is clear. Danny practically runs to the front door as he keeps looking over his shoulder for any sign of Damian. He can't get caught now that he's so close to getting away. 

Danny takes one more last look behind him, noting Sam and Tucker not far behind, before throwing open the front door. Taking only a few steps outside before running into another figure; both grabbing onto one another as to not fall. 

"Danyal?" 

Snapping his eyes up he meets the gaze of none other than Damian Wayne. 

His twin must have seen the surprised recognition in his eyes because Damian tightens his grip and repeats himself with a growl, "Danyal." 

One second he's staring at his brother's face, and the next he finds himself running down the street. Danny knows he's a coward for running, but this is not something that he can handle right now. So he runs and runs and runs until turning into an alley, collapsing on the ground. 

Danny isn't sure how long he stayed in that alley, it must have been hours by now, when he hears multiple sets of footsteps seemingly approaching him. With a deep breath he gains enough courage to lift his head to see who exactly is now upon him. 

[okiedokrie]

size kink go brr

Summary: Reader is horny, Mingyu is big, size kink go brrr

Characters/Pairing: Boyfriend!Mingyu x Reader

Genre: Smut, dirty, self-indulgent, porn without plot. (Crack, yeah, this is a crackfic smut.)

AU/Trope info: Established relationship. No thoughts, head empty, monster cock Mingyu.

Word Count: 1254

Warnings: Female reader, smut warnings under the cut

A/N: reskin of another fic i wrote for ateez bc I need to feed yall

Smut Warnings: cunnilingus, degradation and praise at the same time(?), choking, very large emphasis on the fact that reader is getting split open by what is essentially a third leg, unprotected sex, orgasm denial, creampie, reader starts crying at one point but Mingyu isnt into that, biting, reader overstimulated to the point she short-circuits. 

“Fuck, Mingyu!” You screamed as he gave a particularly harsh suck to your clit, your fingers tugging at the roots of his hair as two of his large fingers scissored you open. The dirty slurping noises come from Mingyu as he ate you like a starved man, he groans and almost buries his nose in your pelvis, breathing in your scent, and his eyes roll to the back of his head as if your pussy was the best thing in his mouth after fried chicken. 

He bucks into the mattress, dick hard and leaking at the tip in his boxers, if you kept moaning so pornographically and pulling at his hair he might just jizz in his pants. He squeezes the flesh of your thighs hard, pulling your pussy closer to his face, the man was on a mission to make you cream (or better yet, squirt) all over his face; an essential part of his skincare, at least that’s what he said.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck- Mingyu! Mingyu! I’m cumming- cumming-!” You whine out, clamping your thighs around his head as you push his face closer, Mingyu welcomes your orgasm with his whole mouth by messily slurping your cum. He pulls away from your cunt once you start cringing from overstimulation, using his hand to wipe your cum off his chin.

He quickly discards his pants and boxers, “Help me get your legs over my shoulders babe.” He says as you hook your hands under your thighs, spreading out your legs as Mingyu slots himself between you, pumping his dick quickly. “Fuck, you should see how hot you look, so tiny and so willing to take everything I give you.” He said while lining his dick to your entrance. You can feel the tip of his dick prodding at your hole, you bit your lip as you brace for the entrance of his gargantuan, monster cock; I’m talking thiccc with three ‘c’s, third leg, can play baseball with the fucking moon kind of big.

You hiss as the tip of his cock breaches your entrance, his large calloused hands guide your hips onto his dick as he pushes in more. You hiss at the delicious sting of his dick, removing your hands from your legs and opting to claw at the bedsheets, Mingyu takes one takes a hand that was once guiding your hips to hold onto the headboard, the view from below was great.

You slowly take him inch by inch, and even with how wet you are the penetration still seems to burn, it took a lot more time than you think for Mingyu to bottom out, like, when I say MONSTER COCK I MEAN it. Once he does bottom out, his pelvis meeting with your ass, the tip of his angry cock pressing up against your cervix and pushing away some of your organs. 

He pulls out slowly, gauging your reaction to every vein and ridge on his cock, as he pushes back in you furrow your eyebrows, biting your lip as you feel his dick rub the entire inside of your pussy. He groans when you clench around him, nails digging into the wood of the headboard as he starts with a gentle pace, moving his hips in and out slowly at first, before speeding up the roll of his hips.

“Holy shit- Mingyu! Fuck so big, too big-!” You cry out, you really can’t be sure that’s what you said though, even if he isn’t fucking into you at an animalistic pace he still manages to fuck the brain cells out of you, you might just be babbling nonsense right now. He makes a noise between a moan and a groan, biting the inside of his cheek, “You take everything I give you- you understand?” He grunts out, speeding up again and pinning you down more, he is low enough for you to feel his hard breaths on your ear, he bites down on your shoulder in an attempt to quiet down his noises, he wants to hear you.

You grip his arms, moaning in a high pitch and babbling nothing in particular, Mingyu was fucking you stupid with his giant cock and you couldn’t be happier, his pace now was brutal, the skin of your ass stinging with how hard his pelvis has smacked into it, you could feel yourself get embarrassingly close already. Your moans turned into high-pitched cries as your orgasm was speedily approaching, you clenched around his dick to signal to him your incoming orgasm, but it never came, because suddenly Mingyu got off and pulled out, denying you your orgasm. 

You whine in frustration, making more babbling noises and doing grabby hands at Mingyu, he chuckles and bites his lip, looking up and down your naked body, from your hard and perky nipples to your abused and tender hole. He finally enters you again after making sure your climax is nowhere to be seen, this time he starts fucking into you with fervor, holding your hips up to hit the deepest part of you, “Fuuck- that’s it, take my cock like the good fucking cum slut you are-” He says, somehow the combination of his praise and degradation make you whine out, absolutely blissed out, no thoughts, head empty, only big Mingyu and his big cock destroying your insides.

You were so, so close again, but Mingyu slowed down the aggressive pace of his hips, stopping his thrusts and just grinding down slowly, you started to cry, you wanted to cum so badly but Mingyu didn’t let you for the second time already, “Fuck- Mingyu, please please please, let me cum! I’ve been so good, please-!!” Mingyu, not having the heart to deny you again, finally decides that he was going to let you cum.

He lays down, “Go on and ride me, babe, I know how much you love to bounce on my cock.” He says, so naturally, you jump up and immediately straddle his hips, sinking onto his cock quickly, he takes a sharp intake of air as you enthusiastically start rolling your hips, grinding down on him. You place your hands on his large and firm chest, then you start bouncing up and down his cock, loving the sting of his giant dick reaching the deepest parts of you. Mingyu can feel himself coming closer to his high as you clamp down on his dick like a vice, trying to milk him for his worth, he grips your hips and starts bucking up into you, you whine out and babble expletives, mouth hanging open and drooling, digging your nails into his chest as your orgasm approached you quickly.

You throw your head back and finally cum, your jaw slacking open and your eyes rolling to the back of your head, the spasming of your pussy pushes Mingyu over the edge too, sending his load straight into your womb, this action threw you violently into another orgasm, making you choke out a strangled moan as your cringe of oversensitivity.

You both pant out, you’re exhausted and sweaty, muscles sore, pussy raw, and you just want to pass out in a tub full of warm water. Mingyu shares the same sentiment, so he runs a bath for both of you to get cleaned up, and once you two are done taking a bath, you sit down on the edge of the tub while Mingyu changes the ruined sheets. He tucks you under his arm, kisses your forehead, and you both pass out.

FIN.

[4linos]

secretly yours

seo changbin x gn!reader

request: your boyfriend being surprised at a fan sign by you, his secret s/o.

wc: 1254

The fan sign event was in full swing, with the room vibrating with enthusiasm and energy as people waited in line to have their albums signed. Changbin, ever the professional, was fully immersed in his act, greeting fans and conversing with them as he signed their albums. He had no idea what was going to hit him.

However, Hyunjin did.

Leaning casually in his chair, Hyunjin was examining the crowd when he noticed a familiar face. His lips twisted into a knowing smirk as he noticed you and moved closer in line. You were cautious to act like any other fan, but Hyunjin wasn't fooled. He couldn't help but remember the moment he unintentionally discovered your relationship with Changbin.

That memory was still fresh:

Changbin had asked you to their dorm, assuming Hyunjin was not home. Hyunjin had arrived home early, only to discover you both seated on the couch, flustered. Changbin struggled to explain, before introducing you as his partner. After much pleading and promises, Hyunjin agreed to keep the relationship secret.

And now, here you were, standing in line like a regular fan, completely throwing Changbin off guard.

"Hey," Hyunjin leaned closer to Changbin, his voice low but teasing. "Look who decided to show up."

Changbin furrowed his brows, distracted. "What are you talking about?"

Hyunjin gestured subtly toward you, and Changbin followed his gaze. The second he spotted you, he froze, his hand mid-air as he tried to process what he was seeing. He choked slightly, quickly covering it with a cough, but the growing smile on his face was impossible to hide.

"You’re gonna give yourself away, idiot," Hyunjin muttered, stifling a laugh.

Changbin’s ears turned bright red as he attempted to play it cool, but his excitement betrayed him. He started fidgeting in his seat, his legs bouncing under the table, and his eyes kept darting back to you every few seconds.

"Relax," Hyunjin whispered, grinning. "You’ll see them in a minute."

"I’m so gonna kill them for this later," Changbin muttered, though the wide grin on his face said otherwise. He was both thrilled and nervous, eager for you to reach him but knowing he couldn’t act on his feelings in front of the fans.

Finally, it was your turn. As you stepped up to Changbin, he plastered on his best fan sign smile, though his sparkling eyes and the slight quiver in his voice gave him away.

"Hi," you said sweetly, sliding your album across the table.

"Hi," Changbin said, his voice lower than normal. As he accepted the album, his hands lingered on yours for an extra second. "What's your name?"

You gave him your name and played along like a committed fan. He nodded and wrote carefully, trying furiously to keep his hands steady. "So," he said casually, his smile wider than ever, "who's your favorite member?" You hesitated, faking profound concentration, before smiling mischievously.

"Hmm… probably Hyunjin."

Changbin's jaw fell as he stopped mid-signature and looked up at you with an exaggerated pout.

"Hyunjin?" he repeated, his voice rising in disbelief.

From his seat, Hyunjin burst out laughing, clearly enjoying the chaos. "I mean, I don’t blame them," he teased, earning a glare from Changbin.

"Really?" Changbin asked, leaning in a little closer to you, his lower lip jutting out adorably. He still hadn’t let go of your hand, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. "You’re gonna do me like that?"

You giggled, pulling your hand away gently. "You’re all great," you said, trying to soothe him, though your teasing smile remained.

As you moved to the next member, you threw a quick wink over your shoulder at Changbin. His breath hitched, and his pout melted into a sheepish grin as he leaned back in his chair, shaking his head.

"You’re so whipped," Hyunjin teased quietly, nudging him.

"Shut up," Changbin muttered, though he couldn’t stop smiling as he watched you move down the line.

If only the fans knew just how much that one wink had him spiraling.

Changbin struggled to focus as the fan sign continued. His gaze kept straying to where you had sat in the crowd after meeting all of the members. You sat there like any other fan, yet the tiny smile on your face caused him to lose all composure.

"Changbin," Hyunjin murmured softly, prodding him with his elbow. "Huh? What?" Changbin was shocked, almost scribbling on the wrong page of an album. Hyunjin gave him a skeptical look. "You are staring. Again."

"I wasn't staring," Changbin answered defensively, despite his burning ears. He tried to concentrate on the fan in front of him, signing the album and spoke cordially, but as soon as they went on, his gaze returned to you like a magnet. Hyunjin sighed deeply and leaned closer. "You'll get caught if you keep acting like this. "At least pretend to look at the fans."

"I am looking at the fans," Changbin said, his lips curling into a grin as you noticed him staring. You tilted your head playfully, lifting an eyebrow, and he hastily lowered his head to hide his growing smile.

Hyunjin smirked and shook his head. "Hopeless. Absolutely hopeless."

Throughout the rest of the fan sign, Changbin kept stealing glimpses at you, his heart beating every time your eyes connected.

Hyunjin, who continued snapping his fingers in front of his face and clearing his throat loudly to bring him back to reality.

When the event was finally over, Changbin practically sprinted from his seat, eager to find you. He had to pretend to act casual, so he followed the other members backstage first, taking secret glances over his shoulder to make sure you were still there.

"You're so obvious," Hyunjin mocked after they were out of the fans' sight. "Shut up," Changbin replied, but his enthusiasm was too strong to argue properly.

As soon as he could, he snuck away from the group, pretending he needed something. Hyunjin gave him a knowing look, but said nothing and let him go.

You were waiting just outside the venue, resting against a wall with a smug smirk, when he appeared. The moment Changbin saw you, his entire face lit up. "You," he exclaimed his voice full with exaggerated frustration as he walked towards you. "Me," you answered innocently, tilting your head.

Before you could say anything else, he pulled you into a tight hug and buried his face against your neck. "Do you have any idea how hard it was not to just run to you the second I saw you?" You giggled and hugged him back. "I think you handled it pretty well, all things considered." He moved back slightly, his hands still resting on your waist. "You said that Hyunjin was your favorite, though. "That was simply cruel." You smirked and ran your hand through his hair. "I had to keep you on your toes." Changbin pouted, his bottom lip sticking out adorably. "I'm never letting you live that down."

"Is that so?" you teased, reaching in to kiss his cheek. He turned his head at the last second, catching your lips with his instead.

The kiss was brief but affectionate, his excited smile pressing against yours. "Better," he muttered, moving back just enough to look at you.

"But you're still explaining yourself later."

You giggled, pulling him toward the exit.

"C'mon, Mr. Jealous. Let's leave before someone catches us." As you walked out hand in hand,

Hyunjin's voice echoed a little behind you: "You two owe me for keeping this secret!"

//

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[my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction]

Hear me out. Can you write a small fic or hc post about Jake with an S/O who's chubby or on the more plump side?

I can see all three of the moon boys liking and appreciating a partner who's chubby, don't get me wrong, I'm sure Steven and Marc would enjoy someone with that body type too. (You can slip them in if you'd like) But I'm lowkey feral for Jake and I just know that this man would love an s/o who's nice and soft

(You can add in some nsfw and some spice if you want)

I am so sorry, this became like 99% smut. (I have a problem).

The Gutter's Where My Mind Is

Jake Lockey x Chubby!F!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals •Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | requestinfo• ko-fi •

A/N: A huge thank you to @thexsanctuaryx for beta reading this and saving me from myself.

Summary: Jake can't help himself.

Warnings: chubby!reader, thigh fucking, Jake being a menace, dry humping, oral (f! receiving), over use of italics, railroad sentences, please let me know if I've missed a warning!

Word Count: 1254

Jake moans loudly as he hugs you from behind, unintentionally pressing his throbbing erection against your plump backside. He buries his face into your neck, breathing deeply and trying to stifle his groans. He doesn’t want you to think he only wants physical contact with you as a way for it to lead to sex.

It’s a problem though, because even if he didn’t have a boner he’d definitely get one instantly from hugging you. He just can’t help it. 

You’ve just come from the shower, your towel wrapped around your body and your skin still slightly damp. The plan had been to get changed for the day, but you hadn’t anticipated a koala Jake.

“Jake,” you giggle as he nuzzles closer, sliding his hands up your chest to squeeze your heavy breasts. He’s careful with them, cupping them through your towel, making sure he doesn’t cause you any discomfort as he kneads them with his fingers.

“Hmm?” He lightly kisses your neck, his voice innocent as if he wasn’t doing anything at all.

“I’ve got to get ready.”

“Not yet, not for another hour.” He says a little pleadingly.

You chuckle, “I was going to try on some outfits, find something that-”

“Just go naked. You’ll look perfect, amor.”

You snort. “Sure, and arrested.”

“No one would arrest art.” He lays on thickly.

You roll your eyes and it’s like he can feel the shift in your expression because he tuts and nips at your neck. 

“Ow!” You laugh, purposefully being a little more dramatic than you need to. 

“Shh, silly thing,” he kisses along your shoulder, slowly undoing the towel and easing it off. “I didn’t bite you that hard.”

“Jake…” 

He turns you around gently, grinning wickedly. But he stops and feigns a look of innocence when he sees your face. “What amor? I’m just admiring you…”

“You’re gonna make me late, is what you’re doing.” You give him the most serious look you can muster (which isn’t very serious at all.)

Jake nods, pushing you gently back towards the bed, “I’m gonna make you come, is what I’m doing.” 

You don’t even get to open your mouth to react before he’s pressing his lips to yours and sliding his tongue inside. He groans as he licks, one hand on the back of your neck and the other on the small of your back, pressing you close so he can feel your soft stomach and thighs against his body. His cock twitches, throbbing almost to the point of maddening pain as he feels your soft flesh. 

His hands shift, languidly teasing you; plucking at your nipples until they pebble under his fingers, dragging his tongue over yours until you’re following the movement of his lips desperately. 

Heat begins to build in your belly, sparking along your muscles. You rub your legs together absentmindedly, just trying to take off some of the ache.

Jake chuckles when he notices, dipping his hand lower and squeezing your thigh before he presses his fingers at your core.

He groans at the wetness he finds there, rubbing his fingers together momentarily to marvel at the slipperiness before he lightly rubs your clit. 

You let out a soft moan, pulling at his shirt, “Jake…”

“Mhmmm, amor, I know,” he pushes you back against the bed and expertly pulls off his clothes in record time before he climbs on top of you.

“I need to get ready.” You pout, putting up the smallest insistence because you feel like you have to.

“If you don’t behave I’m going to tie you to the bed and not let you get dressed the whole day.” He mumbles, grinning cheekily as he pulls your left leg to his chest and kisses your ankle. You know the threat is empty, but your body squirms excitedly against him anyway.

“Oh? Maybe you want that actually, hmm?” 

You pull a face and he laughs, throaty and deep.

“I’ll wipe that look right off your face amor, don’t worry.” 

He takes hold of his thick cock, and shifts on his knees, inching closer to you so that he can rest his length against your folds. He hums in approval as his skin touches your heat and rocks against you, rubbing his hard cock and balls all over your slippery cunt. 

You squirm, swallowing as he moves languidly and buck up against him. 

“So greedy.” He tuts, grinning wildly knowing that if the positions were reversed he would be just as needy. 

Jake takes hold of your other leg, squeezing your thick thigh and groaning before he places it against his chest as well. He presses them close so that your soft inner thighs squeeze his cock wonderfully. 

“Ah, that’s perfect amor, so good,” he groans, keeping a firm hand on your legs as he begins to move in earnest. Long, slow thrust as he fucks your thighs, sliding up and along your pussy with every buck, smearing your slick and his precome all over your soft skin. 

“Fuck, yes,” his breath catches in his throat, his hips moving a fraction faster. 

You whimper, trying to bite back the sound so that you don’t overshadow the pretty sounds he's making. Your eyes glued to his face, his eyebrows pinched in tension, his mouth open in bliss. 

He groans again, low and feral, “Amor, you’re so soft, so perfect, gonna make me come just like this.” He thrusts against you slowly, trying to drag out the sensation, make it last as long as possible before he has to succumb to the pleasure. 

He slides one hand down your thigh, squeezing until he reaches your plump hip and then squeezing even harder before he palms your soft belly, moaning at the feel of you under his fingers. 

“Fuck, I wanna fuck your thighs and come all over you, then fuck your belly, and breasts and mouth and pussy and ass,” he gasps, low and soft, “wanna come all over you and in you, wanna lick you until you pass out from how good my tongue feels.” He presses his thumb to your clit, alternating the pressure gently in time with the rhythm of his hips. 

You gasp, letting out a low whine at how desperate he sounds and how good he feels rubbing against you. Building that pressure deep in your stomach until you almost can’t breathe, can’t think or do anything except chase it practically sobbing. 

“Amor, fuck,” he bends forward slightly, groaning as he bites his lip. He wants to burn your expression into his eyelids so he can see it the second before he goes to sleep. 

It’s too much, too perfect, and the knot tightens to breaking point and beyond. He moans your name, low and deep in his chest as his hips buck twice, two sharp shudders before he comes. He splashes across your skin, hitting your stomach and thighs and core with a sob.

He looks so beautiful, like a blissed out angel staring at a god. 

For a moment he breathes deeply, resting his forehead against your leg, his eyes closed. 

You can’t help but smile at how sweet he looks, satiated and peaceful. 

That serenity is short lived however. 

Before you even have a chance to say his name Jake is pressing at your inner thighs, spreading you wide and diving down to clean up the mess he made with his tongue against your pussy, sucking on your clit until you’re screaming and rubbing his cum into your belly and thighs.

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[probablysimpledreams]

hello!!! congrats on 200!! could I get shigaraki + "said you're not in my time zone but you wanna be" + maybe online friends au? (You can really do whatever kind of au you want, i don't mind!) Thank you for doing these, congrats again!! 🖤🖤

Hiii lovely<3333 thank you so so much Kisa!!!!! AA I LOVE ONLINE FRIENDS AU WITH SHIGGY it's so good for him hehe I had fun with this I hope you enjoyyyy (throwing lots of love your way) <333

cw: fluff <3 you two are in love but this is like predating situation (and had to add Shiggy being in a band bc LOV band is so real to me)

wc: 1254

You groan as another email popped into your inbox, announcing its presence with a sharp ding that has been haunting you all week. Usually you had no issues with your job as it paid well and the work was relatively easily. However, this past week had you rethinking all those positive thoughts after being thrown onto a last minute project with a team that does not work well together. You've been having to come in much earlier than usual all week too, and now that it was Friday that exhaustion was catching up to you. Before clicking on the new emails demanding your attention, your eyes travel down to the corner of your laptop to find the time. 12:06 pm. Great.

You rub your eyes then take a deep breath as you work through the next tasks that needed to be completed this week. If you could just power through these last few hours then you could get home and spend the rest of the evening with Tomura, as Fridays were designated as movie nights for you two. You and Tomura had met in a random Discord server almost a year ago, bonding over a similar taste in video games and music. You two connected instantly, spending many of the early days of getting to know each other pulling all nighters to keep talking. However between the responsibilities in both your lives growing and Tomura being in a timezone hours ahead of your own, these all nighters got harder to do. That's why Friday movie nights were so special to you both, as it was a guaranteed day you both could be online all night and just sleep in the following day.

Buzz buzz. The vibration from your phone grabbed your attention away from the laptop you've been staring at for hours on end as you pulled it from your pocket to read the message.

tomura: What's the name of that restaurant you're obsessed with again? With the ramen you like so much

you: Ramen House lol why?

[tomura liked your message]

You shake your head giggling before putting your phone away. Who knows what he's up to, you can just ask him later. A couple more minutes pass before your phone goes off again.

tomura: Why the fuck is food so expensive in your city?😐

you: Don't even get me started😩 why do you think I only get that place on special occasions LMAOOO

[tomura laughed at your message]

After what felt like ages, the workday finally wrapped up and you could head home. A wave of energy washed over you as you skipped to your car, shooting Tomura a quick message before speeding off home.

you: IM FREE🙌 idk how I did it😩

tomura: Yay :) Rough day again?

you: Yeah :/ just happy it's over and finally our movie night <333

tomura: Same :) btw there should be something at your door when you get back

you: huh ????

[tomura laughed at your message]

As you make the drive back to your apartment, you can't stop thinking about that message. He had sent you mail before, but only twice for different holidays. Also, if he had bought you something he probably would have told you much earlier in the week so you could be expecting it. What could possibly be waiting for you today all of a sudden? And that's when you see the bag of food and drink sitting right outside your day, a DoorDash receipt stapled to the bag listing your favorite meal in a size large enough where you will definitely have leftover to enjoy tomorrow.

you: TOMURA YOU DID NOT

you: crazyyyy way to ask for my hand in marriage but my answer is yesss <3333 making out with you through the screen (with tongue)

tomura: Nevermind, telling the driver to come back and get it now that you made it weird🙄

you: oh pls you love me just as much

[tomura liked your message]

tomura: Get inside so we can start the movie idiot

Tomura was happy you weren't on the call just yet as his cheeks were still flushed from your cute message. You grab your dinner, smiling and humming happily as you enter into your apartment. After kicking off your shoes and throwing on some comfortable clothes, you practically jump onto your bed to pull up the video call with Tomura.

"Thank you again for my dinner Tomu," you smile as the call connects. He offers you a small smile in return, avoiding direct eye contact as he works to pull up the movie he has picked out for tonight.

"It's really no big deal, I know how hard the week has been for you. And knowing your lazy ass, you probably wouldn't have even cooked dinner if I didn't order you it," he joked. You stuck your tongue out at him before taking another bite of the noodles, humming happily as the flavor and warmth enters your body. You're too focused on the food to notice the way Tomura watches you with a gentle expression. God you were too cute.

Before starting the movie, you ask him about his week. He shares with you how work has been treating him lately, and how band practices have been laster longer with an upcoming gig in their future. He shares some funny stories of his bandmates, making you giggle as you love hearing about his friends. You then share your latest work endeavors, how you finally finished that project up today and how earlier this week you and your friends went to the drive in movies since the weather has been warming up. All your worries and stresses just melted away whenever talking to Tomura. And he took note of it too, his heart beat quickening as your eyes lit up whenever you talked to him. You made him feel special in a way he'd never imagine someone could.

After a couple hours of conversations, though it felt more like twenty minutes, you and Tomura started up the movie. The movie was one that had been on both your watch lists for a while now, and Tomura felt it fit the vibe well as it featured the type of actions he enjoyed and many actors you adored. It's about half way through when Tomura looks away from the movie and over to you, excited to see your reactions to the latest plot development occurring. His eyes widen before letting out a chuckle at the sight of you fast asleep, mouth open and drooling slightly with your favorite stuffed animal in your arms. You must have been truly exhausted to have fallen asleep so quickly tonight, but Tomura didn't mind. You both had tomorrow off so could always rewatch the movie then, or even just play some video games. As long as he gets to spend time with you the details don't matter much.

As the movie wraps up, Tomura moves to stretch his arms and upper body. He then turns towards the window, watching as early morning sunlight begins filling the room slowly. He looks back over to you on the screen, smiling as you're still deep asleep and probably will be for the next few hours. He whispers "I love you" as he watches you before ending the call. Before he climbs into bed for a quick nap, he pulls out his phone and sends you a message.

tomura: Hope you sleep well, don't drool on your laptop loser💀 Call me when you're awake

[coraz-ones]

‎‎‎‎‎ ‎‎‎‎‎ ‎‎‎‎‎ ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ ‎‎‎‎‎ ‎‎‎‎‎ ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ ‎‎SEASONS OF LOVE ─ SUMMER 𓇼

─ "how do you measure a year in the life? / how about love?" ‎‎‎‎‎ ‎‎‎‎‎ ‎‎‎‎‎ ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ ‎‎‎‎‎ ‎‎‎‎‎the seasons through elenamatthews's instagram 𝇋♡︎𝇌

elenamatthews

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elenamatthews summer lovin: had me a blast vs happened so fast

📌 alleyrempe she rodeo on my calgary until i stampede

elenamatthews ﹫alleyrempe i am obsessed with your brain

mattrempe baby i know what our halloween costume is going to be this year

elenamatthews ﹫mattrempe you think we're only gonna have one costume... *looks around and laughs* he thinks we're only gonna have one costume 😂

mattrempe let's make this a shore thing, you and me 😉

elenamatthews ﹫mattrempe WEEWOO 🚨 CORNBALL ALERT 🚨

nyrangers happy to see u 2 enjoy the off season!!

elenamatthews ﹫nyrangers we had sm fun!! (i made him do sprints in the sand for his conditioning)

marianbeau oh i'm pissed i didn't think of this one

elenamatthews ﹫marianbeau i know isn't it genius????!11

austonmatthews i can't believe you didn't even try to see my beautiful face while u were in canada

elenamatthews ﹫austonmatthews I WAS ACROSS THE COUNTRY.... brother u need to get some damn geography lessons

shesterkinigor thumbelina takes on summer

elenamatthews ﹫shesterkinigor it's peak season for thumbelina

so_kumar shore summers until the end of time

elenamatthews ﹫so_kumar i second that

matthewknies can i choose both

elenamatthews ﹫matthewknies yeah if u say it really quickly

alexandriajmatthews same time next yr?

elenamatthews ﹫nandaslife i guess.....

breyana_matthews so how come i wasn't invited....

elenamatthews ﹫breyana_matthews not my fault u dont live in jersey anymore breyana_matthews ﹫elenamatthews NEITHER DO YOU?????

clarality #grease #summer #friends #love

elenamatthews ﹫clarality #brosbeforehoes #amiright

lenamar

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lenamar if you're wondering... i did a backflip ☺️ #baller

rempirestatebuilding but you're breathing now so who's the real winner?

lenamar ﹫rempirestatebuilding still me!!! i've actually be holding my breath since you asked me that question

brickwoll LMFAO WHY DOES HUGO LOOK LIKE THAT

lenamar ﹫brickwoll ummmmm not too much on my son!!! god forbid a boy get his silly on

alleycat matt looks so stupid

rempirestatebuilding ﹫alleycat IM LITERALLY NOT DOING ANYTHING alleycat ﹫rempirestatebuilding exactly. you're not doing anything and u still look stupid.

iamnot34 i too channeled my inner snooki this off season

lenamar ﹫iamnot34 ﹫mitchyboy16 can you confirm this? mitchyboy16 ﹫lenamar ﹫iamnot34 happy to announce that i can in fact confirm this. he was snooki-ing tf OUT

bschneids ooooh i'm gonna get his ass for that sleep mask

lenamar ﹫bschneids as long as u get a video rempirestatebuilding ﹫lenamar ﹫bschneids ?????????

MASTERLIST ✧ LAST UPDATED: FEB 21, 2024

[fairykingjing]

Marco the Phoenix x F Reader - Home

Hi! Kinda been obsessed with Marco lately, just being married and having a quiet life, and starting a family. I know other people like him too, so I decided to post a fic about it. More Zoro to come later (and possibly other characters too.)

Summary: Ready to settle down, you and Marco the Phoenix end up in the town “Pops” called home, deciding to spend the rest of your days there. Seeing the other happy families, with kids running around, you and Marco decide you’re ready to start a family of your own. Smut.

Warnings: Lots of plot first, established relationship (you’re both married), breeding, p in v, fluff and smut. 18+ MDNI

WC: 1254

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After the disbandment of the Whitebeard Pirates, you and your husband Marco decided to settle down somewhere to live a quiet life. It didn’t take long to decide on the town your late captain had called home. They were in need of a good doctor, and the two of you were able to help the small town flourish, as well as protect it from harm. You spent your days gardening or reading a good book, and Marco spent time helping the villagers with whatever problems came up, usually medical. The house the two of you shared was bigger than you really needed, but it was comfortable, and it was home.

Marco was making his rounds for the day, assisting someone with a sore knee, and you were sat on your front porch, trying to read a book. Looking across the fields, you could see children running around as they played, and you felt a sense of longing. You envisioned the future with Marco, and you could see a little child running around too, filling up the emptiness looming in the house. You were so lost in your daydream that you didn’t notice one of the villagers approaching, basket in hand as they were dropping off a loaf of bread.

“Lost in thought there, miss?” they questioned.

“Oh, hi. Sorry, guess I was,” you answered.

“It’s all right,” they reassured. “I see you watching the children often. Have you thought about having any of your own? You’ve certainly got the space for it.”

“I don’t know. With everything that’s happened I’m not so sure if I want kids. Or rather, I’m not sure if Marco wants any,” you sighed.

“You’d make great parents, don’t write off the idea just yet, okay?” You nodded in response, and they handed you the bread. “I’d better get back to it now, see you around.” They left down the road back towards town, and you felt a determination in you. You had to at least ask him, right?

The rest of the day was uneventful, and by night you were restless. How could you bring this up? Marco could tell immediately that something was wrong, and he was quick to ask you about it.

“You okay, love? You seem pretty fidgety tonight. Something on your mind?” he asked.

“Oh, um, it-it’s nothing. Don’t worry about it…” you stammered.

“This is you we’re talking about, of course I’m worried when somethings wrong,” he assured. You looked down and fidgeted some more, trying to work up the courage to say something.

“Have you ever thought about having kids?” you asked.

“Kids? Where did this come from?” he asked back in surprise.

You frowned, taking his response as a confirmation that he didn’t want them. Of course he doesn’t want kids, you thought to yourself. He’s a former pirate, and a rather powerful one at that. You struggled for an answer, trying to hide your disappointment. “Seeing the other kids running around, I just thought it might be nice, y’know? We have more house than the two of us need, so maybe having a baby wouldn’t be such a bad idea.”

“Hmm,” Marco hummed in response. He pondered for a moment, and you felt nervous as you waited for him to say something else. “I’ve thought about it a lot, actually.”

“Wait, y-you have?” You couldn’t believe what he said.

“How could I not have? This is the perfect place to start a family, after all. And I did pick this house on purpose,” he said.

“Why didn’t you ever say anything? I was under the impression you didn’t want kids…” you said, your voice just over a whisper.

“I didn’t want to pressure you. And I’ve been so busy here, it just never came up,” he replied. “But if we’re ready to start a family, then let’s do it. I’d love to put a baby in you.”

You smiled up at him, and he was quick to pull you in for a tender kiss. One of his hands roamed your body softly, stopping to lace your fingers together. He wordlessly pulled you towards the bedroom. Once inside, he guided you to the bed and laid you down. His hands pulled your clothing off piece by piece until you were fully nude in front of him. You blushed, wanting to cover up a bit more, but he stopped you. “You’re so beautiful, love,” he whispered to you. “And you’ll look even more beautiful carrying our precious baby.”

You watched him closely as he pulled his own clothing off, revealing his toned, muscular body. He flashed you a smirk as he took notice of your stare. Laying down next to you, he began to pepper kisses all over you, your forehead, cheeks, mouth, and down to your neck. “You’re perfect,” he whispered between kisses. “Absolutely breathtaking.”

He slipped one hand down to your core, feeling how wet you were already. Gathering some slick on his finger, he rubbed his finger up and down, finally stopping to apply gentle pressure to your clit. Rubbing soft circles, he continued to place kisses to your neck, working back up to your mouth. He continued like this, working you towards your first release. The tension built slowly, but soon enough it was tightening, and you could feel yourself closing in on your release. His pace quickened slightly as he pushed you over the edge. Soft moans and whimpers left your mouth as you released over his hand.

“That’s it, did so good for me,” he praised. As you caught your breath, he positioned himself over you and bent down to give you another kiss. “Can’t wait to have a baby with you, love. You’ll be a wonderful mother.” He finally pushed himself inside you, and you both let out moans at how good it felt. He started a slow, lazy pace, thrusting deeply, but he was clearly in no rush.

“I love you, Marco,” you whispered.

“I love you, too,” he replied with a soft smile. He intertwined his fingers with yours, and he began to thrust a little faster, reaching as deep as possible. You were a whimpering mess under him, still sensitive from your previous release. The tension started building up again, and you once again found yourself getting close. You could feel Marco’s thrusts faltering as he grew closer to his own release.

“I’m not going to last much longer,” he murmured. “Gonna fill you up now, okay? Put my seed deep inside you, so we can have a baby.” He reached a hand down to circle your clit once more, causing you to cry out in pleasure.

“Please,” you whimpered as you clenched around him. “Want this so bad.” That was all it took for him to finish, spilling his warm, white seed deep inside you. As you felt him filling you up, you reached your own finish, back arching off the bed as you cried out his name. He stilled for a moment, allowing the two of you to catch your breath before he finally pulled out. He collapsed next to you and pulled you into his arms.

“I’m excited for this next chapter,” he said, running his hands through your hair. “I meant what I said that you’ll be a great mother.”

“And you’ll be a great father,” you assured. “I’m excited too.” Your eyes began to feel heavy, and soon you fell asleep in his arms, already dreaming about what life would be like with a family of your own.

[severelystrangewriter]

Insecurities (Flufftober 2023 Day 11)

Pairing: shinichiro sano x female reader

WC: 1254

Warnings: light angst? shinichiro is in his feels, hurt/comfort

Summary: shinichiro is feeling insecure about your relationship

Note: i just wanna give this man a hug so bad

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Shinichiro liked you. He liked you so much that he was almost certain that it was love. You were his first serious relationship- actually, you were his first ever relationship. After twenty rejections in a row from other women, he thought it was a miracle that you said yes. You two have been together for a couple of months now and things have been going great. They have been the best months of his life.

Then why did he feel so depressed? Truth be told, he felt like he wasn’t good enough for you. He believed you were so far out of his league and you deserved better. It was something his friends would always joke about and he couldn’t help but begin to believe that they were right.

His thoughts became darker as they started circulating in his brain, making his insecurities grow.

‘You’re so lame.’

‘What a total loser.’

‘She’s only dating you because she feels bad for you.’

That one really bothered him the most because his friends had told you about his past experience (or lack of) with women. At first, people thought Shinichiro had paid you to pretend to be his girlfriend out of desperation, but when they found out there was no such arrangement, they jumped to the conclusion that it was out of pity.

It all came to a head three days ago when you two had gone to a party for one of your friends. Even Shinichiro could see the chemistry between you and your friend was undeniable. It was a huge blow to his ego how you just laughed the guy’s obvious flirting off instead of telling the dude to leave you alone. Like, sure, you informed your friend that you had a boyfriend, but your friend just jokingly said “He doesn’t look like much competition.”

You left pretty shortly after that, apologizing to Shin for your friend’s behavior repeatedly. Logically, Shinichiro knew you wouldn’t cheat on him. He trusted you wholeheartedly. But it still bugged him.

Instead of communicating all of this, however, he started withdrawing himself and spiraled into a depression. His texts with you turned to one-word answers and he used the excuse that he was busy as he locked himself into the shop, drowning himself in work to keep him busy. He was currently there right now, he didn’t know what time it was, he just knew it was late.

When you entered the back where he was fiddling with a motorcycle, he didn’t even light up like he usually did. Instead, his frown deepened.

“What are you doing here?” Shinichiro asked bluntly.

“Mikey told me you haven’t been feeling well,” You explained, “I thought I would check in. I brought takeout, it’s in the office.”

“M’fine. Not hungry.” He mumbled, continuing to work on the bike. You continued to observe him, picking up on his tense demeanor right away.

“You don’t have to lie to me. I’m here if you need to talk, ya know,” You pointed out.

Shinichiro sighed, “I know.”

You pulled up a short stool to sit on and you nudged his shoulder. “Come on, if you keep your feelings bottled up it’ll fester and make everything worse.”

He sighed again and stood up from his seat to move away from you. You watched him go over to his tool cabinet and put away his tools. Your boyfriend stood there for a moment, and you could tell he was fighting himself over something.

“Why are you with me?” He finally asked. His voice was so quiet you almost missed it.

“Because I love you,” You responded immediately.

Shinichiro turned to you looking upset. “But why? You’re so pretty and smart… and I’m just a loser.”

“Don’t talk about the love of my life like that,” You interrupted, “Don’t let your brain lie to you.”

“But it’s true,” He argued, “Everyone says it.”

Silence fell over you both as you tried to think of something to say. You were just so surprised that he felt that way. Couldn’t you see how much you adored him?

“If it’s any consolation, I think you’re pretty great,” You told him with a gentle tone, hoping to make him feel a little better.

Normally Shinichiro would be over the moon at this revelation, but his mind was just being so loud. So instead he scoffed bitterly and muttered, “You’re just saying that.”

A look of hurt crossed your face and you stood up, coming closer until you were standing right in front of him.

“I’m not lying, Shin. I think you’re awesome!” You insisted. Then you lifted your hand and started counting on your fingers, “You’re charismatic, handsome, funny, super caring, and passionate. I mean, what’s not to love? I’m really lucky that I get to call you my boyfriend, I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Tears started to well up in Shinichiro’s eyes. He wanted to believe you, he really did. He could see the sincerity in your eyes and you’ve never lied to him before. So why couldn’t he believe it?

Your gaze softened as the first teardrop slid down his cheek. His lip quivered and he dropped his head as he hastily rubbed his eyes to stop the waterworks, but the tears kept falling. It made him beyond frustrated, he felt like such a loser crying in front of you like this. 

But you didn’t think any less of him. Watching him cry and look so broken made your own eyes water. You wished he could see himself the way you did. Shinichiro truly was an amazing guy to you. He was a genius when it came to motorbikes and the way he genuinely cared about his siblings and friends always warmed your heart. You loved every single thing about him and wouldn’t change him for the world. 

In a flurry of emotions, you surged forward and flung your arms around him, causing him to pause. You squeezed him tighter, hoping you could convey how much you loved him with such a simple gesture.

“I love you so much, Shin. You’re so special to me and I’ll remind you every single day if I have to,” You promised, burying your head in his chest.

His eyes widened and he was certain you could hear his heart hammering in his chest. After the shock wore off, he quickly returned the hug. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, feeling more relaxed as your embrace released endorphins in his brain. God he really loved you.

“Thank you,” Shinichiro said quietly, “I love you too.”

You pulled away slightly to look at him, “I mean it, I’ll always be here for you. Just talk to me and I’ll help. We’re partners and partners communicate with each other; we work through it together. Promise you’ll start doing that?”

“I promise,” His lips tilted up in a soft smile.

You then held up your pinky to him, “Pinky promise?”

It was so childish, but he found it endearing, so he linked his pinky with yours and nodded in determination. With pinkies still intertwined, you leaned in for a soft kiss which he happily responded to.

You kept your promise and stayed by his side, beating back his insecurities with a stick. You quite literally reminded him every single day how much he meant to you, and he was sure to put in just as much effort. It didn’t matter what anyone else said, Shinichiro loved you and you loved him.

[cluelessteam]

Whispers Through Time: {~Unveiling Fate~}

A/N: Hey guysss! I just want to apologize for literally not updating this story for WEEKSSS! I had been really busy with school and then I had gotten sick and had chest problems. I really hope you guys enjoy these last 2 chapters of "Whispers Through Time"

Summary: After being mysteriously transported into the world of House of the Dragon, a modern-day woman poses as a seer to gain entry into the Targaryen court. Armed with knowledge of the future, she secretly warns Rhaenyra and Daemon of looming dangers while hiding her true identity. As she grows closer to both, romantic tension builds, but so do the risks of her deception. With Daemon's suspicions rising and Rhaenyra’s trust deepening, the reader must navigate her lies while trying to alter their tragic fate—before everything unravels.

Characters: Rhaenyra & Daemon

Pairing: Rhaenyra x Fem!Reader x Daemon

Word Count: 1254

Tag List: @snowtargaryen, @hippiedippiekitty

Chapter 9 --- Chapter 10

The reader stood in the dimly lit chambers, her mind racing from the events of the last few hours. Rhaenyra’s accusations still rang in her ears, and Daemon’s intense gaze seemed to burn into her soul even now. They had almost discovered her secret, the notes she had been leaving, warning them about potential threats and dangerous outcomes. She had narrowly avoided the truth being exposed, but the lingering sense of tension was palpable.

She paced the room, feeling the weight of the looming decision ahead. She didn’t know how long she could keep hiding her identity—or the fact that she was behind the warnings. A part of her wanted to reveal everything, but the risk of altering the course of history still loomed large. She couldn’t be sure what telling them would do.

The door creaked open, and the reader’s heart jumped into her throat. She turned, her pulse quickening, to see Rhaenyra stepping into the room, her violet eyes filled with curiosity—and something deeper.

“I’ve had enough of these games,” Rhaenyra said softly, stepping toward the reader with quiet grace. “You’re hiding something. And you’re going to tell me what it is.”

The reader took a shaky breath, trying to compose herself. She couldn’t let this be the moment they discovered her truth. Not yet.

“I’ve told you, Rhaenyra, I’m not hiding anything,” the reader said, though even she could hear the tremor in her voice. She hoped the room's shadows concealed it from Rhaenyra’s sharp perception.

Rhaenyra’s lips pressed into a thin line. “You’re lying,” she said, her tone calm but unwavering. “Daemon and I can feel it. You’ve been distant, withholding from us—especially after you stopped those letters from arriving.”

The reader swallowed hard, trying to steady her breathing. She had intercepted a critical letter meant for Rhaenyra only hours before—one that could have revealed too much about the future and her warnings. If they had seen it, her entire ruse would have unraveled.

“I... I was trying to protect you,” the reader admitted quietly, stepping closer to the edge of the truth without crossing the line. “There are things I know—things that could put your lives in danger. I’ve been trying to prevent that.”

Rhaenyra’s eyes softened slightly, but her expression remained guarded. “What things?” she asked quietly.

The reader hesitated, her heart thudding in her chest. She couldn’t lie outright, but she also couldn’t reveal the full truth. “I’ve seen things,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “Visions, maybe. I don’t know how, but... I’ve been trying to keep the future from falling apart.”

The admission felt heavy on her tongue, and she watched Rhaenyra’s face carefully, waiting for her reaction. The princess studied her for a long moment, and the silence between them stretched until it was almost unbearable.

Finally, Rhaenyra sighed softly. “You’ve been playing with fate,” she murmured. “And you didn’t trust us to know?”

“It wasn’t about trust,” the reader replied, her voice filled with quiet desperation. “It was about protecting you. I don’t know what changing things will do.”

Rhaenyra stepped even closer, her presence overwhelming. “You can’t protect us from everything,” she said softly. “You’ve already put yourself at risk. Daemon and I—”

“Daemon and you?” the reader interrupted before she could stop herself, her own turmoil spilling out. “This is exactly why I pulled away. I can’t—”

She stopped herself, biting her lip as she turned away, but Rhaenyra’s hand caught her arm, stopping her retreat. “You can’t what?”

The room felt too small. The truth that had been clawing at the reader’s mind for days was on the verge of breaking free, and she didn’t know how to stop it. “I can’t do this,” she whispered, her voice cracking. “I can’t let myself... care too much. If I do, I could change everything. Your future, your children—everything I know about this world.”

Rhaenyra’s grip on her arm tightened. “You’re afraid of loving us,” she said softly, her voice barely more than a whisper.

The reader turned back to her, her heart pounding in her chest. “Yes,” she admitted. “I’m afraid of what loving you—and Daemon—would do. I’ve already changed so much just by being here. If I let myself give in... what happens then?”

Rhaenyra was silent for a moment, her eyes searching the reader’s face. Then, slowly, she let go of the reader’s arm and stepped back. “You’re right,” she said quietly. “You’ve already changed things. But you’re wrong about one thing.”

The reader frowned. “What?”

“You don’t get to decide what our future looks like,” Rhaenyra said, her voice firm. “That’s for us to determine. Not you.”

Before the reader could respond, the door creaked open again. Daemon stepped inside, his face shadowed with concern. He glanced between the two women, sensing the tension in the room. “What’s going on?”

Rhaenyra’s eyes flicked to Daemon, then back to the reader. “It’s time we stop hiding from each other,” she said, her voice low but commanding. “All of us.”

Daemon’s gaze shifted to the reader, his expression unreadable. “She’s right,” he said after a long pause. “We can’t keep playing this game. If we’re to trust you, we need the full truth.”

The reader’s heart sank. This was it—the moment she had feared for so long. She looked between Rhaenyra and Daemon, her mind racing as she tried to find a way out, a way to keep her secret without losing their trust entirely.

“I’m not from here,” she said finally, the words spilling out before she could stop them.

Rhaenyra and Daemon both stared at her, their expressions frozen in shock.

“I’m not... from this world,” the reader continued, her voice trembling. “I don’t know how I got here, but... I know things. Things about your future, about what’s coming. And I’ve been trying to stop it from happening.”

Daemon stepped forward, his eyes narrowing. “You’ve known about the future this entire time?”

The reader nodded, her breath hitching. “Yes. I’ve known. And I’ve been trying to help without... without changing too much. But it’s getting harder.”

Rhaenyra’s face softened, but there was still an edge of caution in her voice. “Why didn’t you tell us?”

“I was afraid,” the reader admitted. “Afraid of what would happen if I changed too much. Afraid of... of getting too close to you.”

Daemon’s gaze was piercing, but there was no anger in his eyes. “And now?”

The reader swallowed hard, meeting his gaze. “Now, I’m afraid I already have.”

For a long moment, no one spoke. The silence was thick, charged with the weight of everything left unsaid.

Finally, Rhaenyra stepped closer, her voice soft but firm. “You’re not alone in this. We’ll face whatever comes—together.”

The reader’s heart ached with the warmth of Rhaenyra’s words, but deep down, the fear remained. The future was unraveling before her eyes, and she didn’t know how much longer she could keep it from falling apart.

[temis-de-leon]

I need your opinion for something.

As you may know, I tend to have a lot of ideas, which is the main reason why I have so many pending projects and requests due to post (+ my anxiety and impostor syndrome, but that's another thing). However, thankfully, I've regained some of my inspiration and am starting to like writing again.

I think that being able to pay attention in class and understanding everything is helping, but it's too son to say and I don't wanna jinx it.

Right now I'm at 1254 followers and I can hardly believe it. The fact that there are so many good authors out there and you're here bullshitting with me makes me cry tears of joy. I love interacting with you; you're funny, you're cute and you're nice and I want to thank you.

I've set my mind to finish the 500 followers celebration before I reach 1.5k because I want to make some sort of celebration as well and because I think is fucking time lmao, but since this is about you, I want to know what you think.

Edit: I don't know why it says song on the rainbow thingy. It's supposed to say color

Of course, I don't know when I'll get to 1.5k, but if we get too impatient and I start to write at the speed of lightning, we can celebrate 1437 followers, you know what I mean?

[banquetwriter]

୨୧ distant love ୨୧

pairing: Rick Grimes ♡︎ fem!Reader

warnings: ୭̥⋆*｡ not edited, rick is taller than the reader, mentions of Lori being assaulted by Shane, and low-key some Lori slander (and praise too)

summary: ʚ Rick has fallen out of Lori and instead falls in love with you ɞ

Words: 1254

part 2

SUPPORT ME

“I cannot keep you safe,” Rick says angrily. Your group has made it to the CDC, what seemed like a safe haven. “You don't have to Rick. You have a wife and a kid. A whole family, ok?” you said your voice barely above a whisper.

He turned away from you, rubbing his jaw. “Rick, what happened between us can stay a secret forever. You don't have t-to treat me differently or care about me,” you said trying to face Rick head-on.

He started to shake his head no. “What Rick?” you said starting to get angry. Everyone knew what Lori had done to Rick… hooking up with Shane. Something that didn't stop when Rick joined the group. He was frustrated and had pent-up anger.

And there you were on watch with him, just being your kind self. He lost self-control. Try as he might be couldn't deny himself those beautiful moans as he thrusted into you.

He had started to treat you differently. You could tell, Lori could and hell the rest of the group could too. He was much more caring with you, checking your wounds, and giving you extra portions of his food.

There was no doubt he had started to fall for you. Of course, he had. His marriage was falling apart long before the end of the world came, his wife fucking his best friend only made it worse.

You started to fall for him too, you couldn't help it. His strong dominant demeanor, and loving caring father. He had it all. But you knew the moment you said yes to him that there was a high chance of nothing real happening between the two of you.

You chose to ignore that chance.

But here he was now staring at you, jaw tense with anger. He didn't know how he could keep going like this. Feeling his heart squeeze with pain when he couldn't see you. When his arms weren't around yours.

“You cannot keep doing this to me,” he growls, stepping close to you. “Doing what Rick? I have done nothing to you. You came onto me!” I shout at him. He shakes his head and hands his hips. “I never meant to become between you and Lori. I have never ever asked you to love me or care for me ever!” I shout at him.

His face falls. “I was perfectly fine being only a fuck to you,” you said crossing your arms, tears threatening to fall from your eyes. “No. Don't say that about yourself,” he says, stepping up to you again.

You try to blink your tears back. God this was so embarrassing. The truth was you would love to be more to Rick than a hook-up buddy, but he has a family you weren't going to wreck that on a whim. “Please, I'm sorry but I haven't ever tried to make you love me. Ever. Ok? I knew what I was getting myself into, fucking a married man.” you said, crossing your arms.

Rick doesn't say anything, you take that as an answer enough. You let your hands drop to your sides, turning towards the door. His hand lands on your arm grabbing it. You look up at him, his eyes are full of sorrow and pain.

Your stomach turned as you knew what was going to happen next. He gingerly stepped towards you, you couldn't look him in the eyes. His hands moved towards your arms pulling you close to his chest.

He leaves a gingerly placed miss on the top of your head near your hairline. His right hand snakes up to your hair as his left-hand wraps around your waist. You tilt your head up to meet him for the kiss.

He whimpers in your mouth exploring your mouth. You shudder at his touch, pulling away from his kiss. “Rick we shouldn't… Lori and Carl… they aren't that far..” you say looking back up at him.

He knows you right? No matter how much he wants it to not be true, he shouldn't fuck you when his wife or child could find you. “Come find me tonight,” you whisper in his ear, before darting out of his room.

You walked down the hall of the CDC. You heard a commotion up ahead. You looked into the rec room and the sight horrified you.

Shane was attempting to assault Lori. You didn't like Lori, and Lori didn't like you. Nothing would ever stop you from helping her right now. You run up behind Shane grabbing his hair as best you could and dragging him off of her.

Between Lori pushing him off and your strength you're able to rip him away.

Shane lands on the ground glaring at both of you. “Leave!” you shout at him, fear and anger pulsing through your body. “Now! And if I ever ever catch you pulling this shit again I will fucking kill you.” I threaten. “Yeah alright,” he mumbles, sitting up and leaving in a huff.

You turn your direction to the terrified woman behind you. “You're ok, it's ok,” you mumble, catching her in an embrace. “Oh god.” she whimpers out falling into your arms, her sobs racking through her body. Tears spilling on your shirt.

You silently rub her back trying to calm her. She exhales pulling away from you, using the back of her hands to wipe her tears. “I'm ok, I'm ok honey,” she says looking at you with a warm smile. You felt like killing someone.

This wasn't fair for her. You felt sick for even being mad at her for what she did with Shane. It's clear to you that this wasn't what you thought it was. A sick man had used the grief of a woman and got into her pants.

There was absolutely nothing fair about that. “I'm so sorry Lori,” you said with pity in your voice and eyes. “Oh don't worry about me, I will be just fine,” she says with a fake smile. You nod not believing her. “Ok well if you need me tonight just tell me,” you say, patting her arm.

You felt so sick. You felt sick for Lori, for hating her, and for fucking Rick. She deserved her husband. You stole him from her. You felt ashamed. You needed to push these feelings down.

You turn to leave her walking to the exit of the room. “Y/n?” she called. You turn on your heel, “yes?” you ask, looking at her. “I know,” she says in a quiet voice. You felt bile fill your throat.

“My husband he-” she cuts herself off with a sad smile. He wasn't really her husband anymore huh? “Rick h-he is a good man. Take care of him for me will you? Do what I was never able to.” she says with a very sad smile.

Your face contorted with pain. “No Lori, I-I can't do that to you, to your family,” you say, putting your hand up. “No, listen to me y/n. He loves you, I see it every day. I didn't want to at first but I have no choice but to know ok?” she says, nodding her head.

All you can do is sigh. You turn away from her, You walk down the hall preparing to go back to your room. Rick stands outside his door “What's going on?” he asks, looking down at you, you stop slightly in front of him. “Ask your wife.” you quip walking down the hall.

[myboybreakscoffins]

Last Minute of Sunset

sunrose microfic (evan rosier/james potter) — explicit, smoking (cigarettes & weed), alcohol, slightly nsfw, mentions of bitchkiller, james’ pov — word count: 1254

"What a shitty day," James muttered under his breath as he strode toward the furthest tower of the Quidditch pitch. Late autumn had settled in, and once the sun dipped behind the trees, his thin hoodie wouldn’t stand a chance against the cold. But he didn’t care. He was too desperate to get out of the castle.

On days like this—when everything and everyone managed to piss him off—his only real escape was the silence and solitude of a few hours smoking behind the stands.

"What’s the point of putting this here?" he grumbled, kicking a battered old trash can, that second later, rolled right back into place with annoying magical precision.

"Probably so some asshole could take their anger out on it when the world's not bending to his will," a low, mocking voice that James knew too well called out. Then, after a beat, "You look like a fucking ray of sunshine on the most hellish day of the summer."

James didn’t even flinch. "That sounds oddly romantic coming from you, Rosier."

"I’d rather call it fucking tragic," Evan replied. He was leaning casually against one of the support columns that held up the walkways connecting the towers, smoking like he had nothing better to do. "Like that hideous yellow hoodie. Didn’t you have anything that wouldn’t burn the eyes from miles away?"

"Shut the fuck up, Evan. I’m not in the mood," James shot back. The blond raised an eyebrow, smirking but keeping quiet. James walked right up to him, took the cigarette from his mouth, and inhaled deeply.

They’d been doing this since the start of the school year. It was almost a habit by now.

It had started by accident, the kind of weird timing the universe throws at you when it's bored. That year’s Quidditch tryouts had been a disaster, and James hadn’t felt like dealing with the questions or the pity party from his housemates. He’d taken a long shower, hoping the common room would be empty by the time he was done, then wandered around the pitch just to kill time.

And there he was—Evan Rosier—smoking on the far side like he owned the damn place.

"Got a smoke?" James had asked without thinking. They’d never really spoken before. Evan was a year below him, usually seen lurking around with Regulus and that weird crowd.

Evan had looked him over with that unreadable expression of his, then wordlessly pulled out a cigarette and handed it over.

"Who comes to smoke—without cigarettes—to a place where no one should be?" he’d asked, deadpan.

"I— I just wanted to be alone," James had admitted, too exhausted to come up with a lie.

"I can do that."

"Huh?"

"Pretend I don’t exist," Evan had said with a weird little smile James hadn’t understood at the time.

After that, they kept finding themselves in the same spot. Or rather, James kept showing up like a bad habit with legs after quidditch practices, on shit days and whenever he needed to breathe.

"So why are you here and not off making someone else miserable with your other half?" Evan asked now, flicking ash off the cigarette.

James huffed. "Because he’s currently tongue-deep in your other half’s throat."

Evan snorted and took a final drag from the cigarette, then making it vanish with a flick of his wand.

The thing was, James liked this. Liked Evan. Liked the way he didn’t care if James was in a foul mood or quiet or flat-out unpleasant. Evan never asked him to be better. He just let him be. No judgment. No expectations.

And in return, James gave him pieces of himself no one else got.

And Evan... Evan was like that with everyone. Distant. Cutting. Chill in a way that felt dangerous.

He never pushed. Never asked more than James was willing to give. They’d talk. Rant. Smoke. Sometimes they passed around leftover firewhiskey from some Gryffindor party, or—on rare nights—they sat shoulder to shoulder, too high to even consider going back to the castle until curfew had long passed.

"What if they get serious?" James asked after a stretch of silence.

Evan huffed a short laugh. "Then we set up camp out here. We stay high enough to cope and until everything else stops mattering. Become feral.” 

"That doesn’t sound so bad."

"You getting attached to me, Potter?" Evan teased.

James snorted. "Not that, dickhead. The staying high part."

Evan smirked faintly. "Unfortunately for you, this is all I've got." He pulled out a nearly finished blunt and handed it to James, whose face lit up.

"You’ll have to settle for a couple hours. Make it last."

James lit it with his wand and took a deep pull.

"And the next one’s on Sleekeazy’s Hair Potions," Evan said, grabbing the blunt back for his own drag.

"Alright, alright," James agreed. It was his turn to bring the goods.

They smoked in silence, passing it back and forth until James was completely relaxed—limbs heavy, brain fuzzy, tension finally melting away.

For once, he wasn’t thinking about classes, teammates, responsibilities or the war. Just existing.

Breathing.

The smell of weed and smoke mixed with the scent of freshly cut grass and Evan’s cologne. Weirdly comforting. The cold didn’t feel so sharp anymore, not with Evan’s body warm beside him.

Yeah, James really liked being near him like this. Close. Easy. Quiet.

He turned his head. Evan's eyes were closed, lashes fanned dark over his cheekbones. His skin caught the dying light, all bronze and shadow, mouth slack with the edge of a smirk.

James’s gaze dropped to his lips.

Dry. Full.

He reached out, took Evan by the chin, and turned his face toward him.

He wanted to bite them. Taste them until they were swollen and wet. Maybe even until they bled.

So James did exactly that. He kissed him. No warning, no hesitation. Just the press of mouths, sharp and ungraceful and hot.

Fuck, he liked kissing Evan, too.

He felt Evan’s gaze on him—sharp, intense.

"Weirdo," James thought. "Could you at least shut your e—"

A sudden pull at the back of his neck cut the thought short. Their teeth clashed—painful—but James didn’t have time to complain before Evan took over his mouth and kissed him back like it was a challenge, like he was pissed it hadn’t happened sooner.

It was hungry. Deep. Messy.

And James liked it. Liked it a lot.

They clung to each other like they were trying to bruise skin through fabric, desperate not to break the contact. Not that either of them wanted to.

James ended up in Evan’s lap, knees bracketing his thighs, fingers fisting in blond curls, as Evan kissed him like he was trying to map every inch of his mouth. Cold hands shoved under James’s hoodie, rough palms skating up his spine, and James shivered.

Merlin, he wanted—no, needed—

He pulled back just enough to gasp, "More."

Evan’s mouth was on his throat in seconds. "I want more, Rosier," James repeated, tugging his hair to meet his eyes.

Evan growled low in his throat but looked up, blue eyes dark and wild.

"Then we should go somewhere else."

"I’ve got the keys to the locker room," James replied without hesitation.

That got a proper smirk. "Finally, something useful about your captain status." Evan kissed him again, slower this time. "At least we’ll have walls to bounce off in there."

James stood, breath uneven. "And showers."

"Definitely better than pitching a tent out here.”

[absurddino]

Run, run, run

For @thiamficweekly week 13

Wc: 1254 | rating: M | cw/tw: none | tags: secret relationship, they're so in love it's gross

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Being chased by evil werewolves or Ghost Riders, or basically any creature he's faced so far, is scary. But now, as he runs for his life, he's convinced being chased by Malia Tate was actually the most terrifying thing in the universe. Hunters or evil creatures have nothing on her.

She runs after him, wearing a manic grin on her face, like she's actually enjoying hunting him down like he's her next meal. He's always been a fast runner, but clearly he's not faster than her. It kind of makes sense, since she spent years living as a coyote. Of course hunting would be her strong suit.

He trips over a root and face-plants in the browning leaves. Just his luck, falling on his face while being chased by a half-crazed werecoyote. He's not at all surprised as someone grabs him by the back of his shirt and hauls him upward.

What he is surprised about is the fact that it's Theo, and not Malia. Though he really shouldn't be. Theo always has his back. These days, at least. He gets his legs under him quick enough, and this time they dart off together.

That's 1-0 for Liam. At least he didn't have to beg for his life, like that time Argent had caught up to him a couple weeks ago. He thinks there's still some resentment there, for whatever reason. It's not like Liam's such a bad guy, but the werewolf part must kind of sting.

Running with Theo reminds him of their runs in the woods on full moons. Because that's something Liam can do now, without going crazy. As long as Theo's there, at least. It feels exhilarating, with the power and the fondness of the man besides him coursing through his veins, like it'll keep him alive even if his heart stops.

"She's got my scent. Yours too, we're never escaping her," Liam says between heaving breaths. Malia's always been the best at staying on scents, he kind of admires that about her, actually. It'd be cool to learn, he'll have to ask her about it.

"Thanks for saving me, though. You know I love a knight on the white horse story." Liam looks at him, grinning. Theo's face does something complicated, like it isn't sure if it wants to laugh in Liam's face or be disgusted.

Theo slams a hand on his back, which is either supposed to be motivating or if he's trying to make him fall. Again. "Then we'll just have to keep running for the remaining," he stops talking, breathing loud as he checks his watch, "three hours? Fuck."

"Three hours?" Liam asks. He'd been sure they'd already passed the halfway mark, but he guesses he was wrong. He's not sure if he has the stamina or lung capacity for running three more hours, even as a werewolf. And the woods are kind of Malia's territory, they'll get caught eventually. "Fuck."

"I mean, we put up a good fight, didn't we?" Theo heaves. There's sweat on his face and his hair is brushed back. He wears it well. Makes his facial features stand out, and his face is really nice to look at. "It's either running for three hours or sitting on our asses for three hours."

Liam coughs, the cold fall air getting to him. "Fuck, I hate it when you're right. Slow down."

"I've got a better idea," Theo says, before straight up tackling him to the ground and landing right on top of him. He's crushing him into the dirt and leaves for the second time that day. And that's not even mentioning the elbow that is currently pressed into his side.

Liam lets himself be pressed to the ground. "The fuck are you doing?" He hisses. Just because he'll let Theo do basically anything to him, especially if it means their bodies pressed together without an inch of room between them, doesn't mean he won't have questions about it.

Theo leans up against him, resting his chest against Liam's back to whisper in his ear. "It's our biggest weakness. How much we hate eachother." He licks a slow stripe up the shell of Liam's ear. Underneath him, Liam squirms. He's sure there's a blush rising on his cheeks. Theo always has that effect on him.

But he does understand what Theo's getting at. "Get the fuck off me, you asshole, she's gonna catch us!" He thrashes, trying to buck Theo off without hurting him too much. "Are you trying to get caught?!"

"Shut your mouth, fucking dumbass!" Theo presses his hands against Liam's shoulder blades. If he closes his eyes, he almost feels like he's getting a massage. On days Theo feels particularly anxious, he likes to give Liam massages, with the scented oil and everything. It relaxes them both. And it helps with the way Liam's muscles seem to ache from time to time.

Theo lets himself be thrown off after a moment, Liam crawling on top of him with a grin on his face. He has to resist the muscle memory of leaning forward and licking into his mouth and instead wraps his hands around Theo's throat, pretending to squeeze.

The blush that rises on Theo's cheeks colors him nicely. Liam wishes they were alone right now. Locked in his room for the night, with both his parents on night shifts and no one to bother them.

A foot lands on Liam's back, rudely interrupting him from his thoughts, and he's sprawled on top of Theo. He can't really be mad at Malia, being on top of Theo is fine for him too. It would be better in less public circumstances, though. The air leaves his lungs on the impact and he groans out a "fuck" that makes Theo huff out a laugh beneath him.

"Gotcha, fuckers," Malia says. She pulls them up by their shirts and chains their hands together with the werewolf-proof cuffs Argent had provided for their training session. "Wait by that tree until it's over. If you move, I'll know. And you'll die." She narrows her eyes before taking off again, presumably to scare another pack member.

Theo drags him towards the tree by their cuffed hands. "Careful, asshole!" Liam yells, just to make their act more believable. Theo smiles at him, all soft and crinkled eyes. It's the way he smiles when he's just woken up and realizes Liam's next to him. Or after Liam gets home from school and they can finally hang out. Or make out. Whichever comes first.

"Oh, go fuck yourself!" Theo screams, looking over Liam's shoulder. "I think she's gone. I can't hear her or see her."

"Thank god," Liam mumbles, falling into his arms as Theo leans his back against the tree. He runs a hand up Liam's back. Theo's touch still makes him shiver. "Do you think she bought it?"

"I know she did. No one hates me more than you do. Even I'm unsure whether you're acting or not." Liam grins, his hand trailing up to cup Theo's jaw. His eyes drop to Theo's perfect pink lips.

"Do you want me to show you how much I hate you?" He smiles, eyes moving back up to Theo's just in time to see them blow wide. He doesn't wait for Theo to answer him, instead pressing up into his space and letting their lips slide together sweetly.

If he can spend the next three hours just like this, he thinks luck might be on his side after all.

[nicksbestie]

Nooks And Crannies - M. Sturniolo

a series

part four (read part three here)

Summary : You always seem to be somewhere in the bookstore Matt works at, never buying anything, just reading, and while Matt is technically not supposed to talk to customers for so long while he's on the clock, he can't help himself.

Warnings : none yet!

Word Count : 1254

Pairing : Matt Sturniolo/Reader (romantic)

A/N : sorry this one took me so long!!!

You hadn’t lied when you said that you were going to come back to The Ivy to both spend time reading new books there, but also to spend time with Matt.

It was a win for both of you, but it had now been a week since you had been to The Ivy, and Matt couldn’t deny the disappointment racked through him every time he went through an entire shift at work without seeing you there. You weren’t avoiding him, but you were trying to get settled in at your new place, get everything finished up, and it had gotten a little overwhelming trying to balance the final touches of moving and also work. It wasn’t for another two days until the weekend came around that you finally made yourself get out of the house, deciding to go back. 

You’d been holed up in your new home for days on end, only leaving for necessities, and you knew that some outside time would really do you some good, and taking a walk down to the bookstore would do perfectly. Not to mention, you would get to see Matt again, which you had been looking forward to. You’d only interacted once, but you’d had a nice conversation, and it seemed like he enjoyed talking to you as well, so you hoped he would be there today. What you didn’t know was that Saturdays were Matt’s day off, and you had decided to show up on a Saturday. 

You couldn’t deny the fact that you were slightly disappointed when you showed up and there wasn’t a familiar face in the store, but you shook it off, knowing that Matt had a life too, one that had been established where you lived for a while now. He didn’t live at the bookstore. (Matt would argue that he almost did, at this point.) You browsed for a little while, getting the same coffee from the cafe that you had gotten last time, taking your time and moving to the back of the store where the small hidden room was, hoping that nobody else would be occupying it. Having not explored the full bookshop yet, you wandered around the windows, loving the sunny cushions up right under hanging light bulbs. The place really did feel very homey.

As you made your way around, you picked up a couple of extra books, smiling to yourself when you noticed how much more relaxed you felt. You fully credited it to the fact that this was the one other place in the new city that you really felt familiar in, and that so far, you had set the bar for amazing experiences here. The more you wandered around, the more you fell in love with the place, and you noticed every spot where someone had transformed this building from whatever had previously occupied it. You could tell a lot of hard work had gone into this building, and a lot of love had poured from the hands that had created it. Always an artist, your imagination flooded with all of the possibilities of what this shop could have looked like before.

It caused beautiful scenes to flow through your mind, images of the walls being painted over with a gorgeous pastel color, someone nailing up bookshelves, the trucks of books being delivered. Glancing over at the small cafe tucked into the corner, you could see the construction of it play before your eyes, like a miniscule projector was inserted right behind them. You probably looked a little silly to anyone just passing by, as you were just standing there, letting the creativity inside your mind run wild. Shaking yourself out of it, you finished taking your slow lap around the store, and walked back to the tiny room that you had been sitting in just a week prior, wrapping your hand around the handle as you pulled the bookcase to the side, heart plummeting when you caught sight of another person inside of it. The disappointment in your mind immediately disappeared when the person sitting with their back to you turned around, hearing the slight sound of the shelf sliding open.

“Welcome back!” 

You smiled, closing the “door” behind you, setting your books and coffee down before sitting across from him.

“Matt! I thought you weren’t working today.” 

He smiled back at you, picking up one of the books from your stack, looking at the back of it. 

“I’m not. Just here to hang out for a while.” 

He handed you the book back, not saying much while you read the back of the book he had been reading before you walked in. You handed it back to him before you spoke again.

“You’d think you wouldn’t want to spend your free time in a place that you work in, but with it being this place, it makes sense.”

“I love working here, and I love being here whenever as well. It gets me out of my house, and it gives me a comfortable space to be in.”

You looked around, nodding.

“This is such a comforting little room.” 

“It is, isn’t it? I found it my first week working here when I was trying to find a place to escape questioning customers for my break.” 

He laughed a small bit after that statement, and you laughed with him. Having worked in retail before, you knew exactly what that feeling was like, and you, too, had often tried to avoid people while you were on your break. 

“It’s nice to be here, I was hoping I’d see you. I can’t lie, I was slightly disappointed when I thought you weren't working.”

Matt gave you a playful look over the edge of his pages. 

“Wow, have I got you that hooked already?” 

You rolled your eyes, the smile on your face telling him that you weren’t actually annoyed with him.

“Well, I have only lived here for a week. I have no other friends.”

“So we’re friends?” 

You looked back down at your book, embarrassment heating up your face, scared that you overstepped.

“Not if you don’t want to be.” 

His head snapped back up from where he had been reading.

“No, no, I would love that! I’m honored that I get to be the first one.”

He smiled at you, and the embarrassment slowly faded, smiling back at him, the moment interrupted by a phone ringing. Matt immediately took his phone out of his pocket, answering it. Before he picked up, you could see the name “Nick” flash across the screen, remembering that Nick was one of his brothers.

“Sorry, one second.”

You nodded, returning to your book and catching Matt’s end of the conversation, but tuning out the most of it as to give him a little bit of privacy. It wasn’t until he hung up that you tuned back in, noticing Matt was standing up.

“I’m so sorry, my brothers need help with something at home, I have to go.” 

You could see the genuine sorrow on his face, and you gave him a reassuring smile.

“No worries! I’m sure I’ll catch you around. It was great to see you again!” 

He was about to leave when he turned back around, pulling one of the paper bookmarks from the store out of his pocket and scribbling on it.

“Here’s my number. Friends hang out, right? Text me.”

He left before you had a chance to say anything, leaving you with a new contact number and a smile on your face.

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wait so, what is the age order of the bone heads? Or atlesst how would you order them?

THIS IS A HARD QUESTION

Some of the guys doesn't have an official year-of-death/year-of-birth/period-when-they-lived, or even their current age, but I have some "official" info

Daniel - He's the one with a specific year of birth and death (1254-1286), with simple math he lived till 32 and has been dead for 738 years, a total of 770 years till this day

Lewis - In his wiki says he died at 21, the first Mystery Skull shorts doesn't specify in which period of time everything happened, but probably he just been down there a couple of years

Manolo - In the events of the movie he had 19, and he had kids at 22, at least from his wiki, I didn't find what period of time was when it developed the events of the movie, but based of the dialogue of Manolo's cousins, they fought in the mexican revolution and won, between 1910-1917, so probably the events of the movie happened after that, so he can't have more than 126 years, counting living and dead ones

Brook - We know he died at 38 and actually in the manga he has 90, the only thing is that the manga probably isn't in an modern era, I don't know in which period of time One Piece is inspired, so that's unknown

Jack - Doesn't have an official age, probably older than 20-30, also it isn't specified in which year the events of nightmare before chritsmas happened, if we take the year of the movie, near the 90's as the times of the events, then Jack could be between his 40-50

Manny - This is a tricky one, we don't know the age of Manny, even if the events looked like it happened near the 40's or 50's (Grim Fandango's second years is VERY inspired in the movie Casablanca, the events of that movie are in the middle of the WW2, so is very probably that hapenned in those years) we don't know if Manny is older than that. There's a reference in the click and point game Monkey Island and there's Manny with a pin that says "Ask me about Grim Fandango", this could be a simple reference or maybe Manny is HELLA OLD

This is the information I could gathered, you can do your own order of age, cause for now I'm not sure what to believe, if anyone knows some extra info I would appreciate it 😅

[part-time-zombie]

Enough For Now

pairings: platonic dukexiety

summary: a playful argument between Virgil and Remus accidentally reopens some old wounds between the two of them, but it also offers a chance at mending them properly.

tags/warnings: hurt/comfort, angst, implied/referenced fight pre-aa

word count: 1254

A/N: i probably could have/should have done more with this one but I'm tired lol. hope it's still a decent enough read.

He didn’t mean it. Remus knows Virgil didn’t mean anything by it. Of course he didn’t, he was only joking. They had both been bouncing quips, jabs, and banter back and forth for a while now, and he could tell Virgil was enjoying it by the subtle upturn of his lips and the quiet spark in his eyes. He was playing, they were both only playing.

So why was he so bothered by this?

Remus had playfully prompted him during their verbal spar when it happened.

“Oh, you wound me so! What could I have done to make you hate me like this?” Remus teased, theatrically placing a hand over his heart as if it had been run through.

Virgil’s lips peeled away from his teeth in faux disgust. “You exist.”

It was a good thing that Patton intervened at that point, telling them both to knock it off and get ready for dinner, because Remus had found himself at a true loss for words.

You exist.

He didn’t need to pretend he was hurt now, the ache in his chest made it all too clear to him that something had indeed struck at his heart.

Because the fact is, it had been the truth. Virgil had left, even when he promised they’d stick together until the end. And it had to be something Remus had done. Of course it was, he was messy and scary and everything wrong.

And deep down, Remus knows it hadn’t been just one thing he did wrong, or one line he crossed. It was just him, everything about him. Virgil left because of what Remus is, and what he is is awful.

He exists, and that was bad enough.

Remus ate in silence that day, keeping his head down and his eyes away from Virgil.

He didn’t expect to hear a knock at his door not even an hour after dinner was over. Firstly, because he never locked his door and always encouraged everyone to just barge in if they were looking for him. Secondly, because no one ever sought him out in the first place. Why would they? There was nothing good or desirable about him. If there was, people wouldn’t be leaving him all the time.

Virgil wouldn’t have left him at all.

He opened the door with a sigh and nearly closed it again when he saw Virgil standing outside it.

For whatever reason, he didn’t.

“What?” he asked instead.

“Look, I know I went a little too far earlier, so I just wanted to see how you were doing. And maybe apologize,” Virgil said, muttering the last part under his breath.

Remus narrowed his eyes. “Why?”

Virgil hunched his shoulders. “Because it was a dick thing for me to say, and I know I upset you. I didn’t mean any of it, really.”

“Not why you’re apologizing, even though it’s still weird. Why do you care how I’m doing?”

Virgil ran a hand through his hair, looking back down the hall for a moment. “If we’re gonna have this conversation, can we at least not have it out in the hall? I uh, I got a lot I need to say here.”

Remus obliged, stepping back and letting Virgil into his room while decidedly overlooking how long it’s been since he’d last been in here with him.

“So what is it, then?” he asked, closing the door with a pointed slam.

“I’m not the best at this, alright?” Virgil huffed. “But I just still feel really shitty about it, and also about… how we kinda ended things back then.”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“Don’t play dumb right now. It was a mess and you know it, the whole thing sucked.”

Remus crossed his arms and gave him a glare. “Was it? I think it went pretty smoothly.”

Virgil only glared back. “We both know it didn’t.”

“It did for you.”

The “and not for me” went unspoken, but it was still heard loud and clear by both of them.

“It didn’t, though,” Virgil sighed, inching nearer to him. “At least, not completely.”

“But you still left anyway. It couldn’t have been all that bad.”

“I didn’t have too much of a choice, okay?” he barked. “It was all or nothing, one or the other. Stay in the dark with you or be in the light with them. I couldn’t do both. I wasn’t allowed to, not back then.”

“And you made your choice.”

“Yeah. I did. And most nights I only really think about what I had to lose in the process.”

Remus smiled ruefully at him. “You mean you celebrate.”

Virgil’s face fell as he took another step closer. “No. I mourn.”

Remus wasn’t sure if he wanted to let Virgil close the distance or not. If he wanted to run or not. If he was awake or not. He wasn’t even all too sure he remembered things right anymore.

“Remus, I know I fucked up,” he started, finally getting close enough for it to be considered too close. “I can’t undo it no matter how much either of us want me to, and I’m pretty sure this regret’s gonna kill me one day because of that. I just wanna make it right with you, okay? Today was a bad way to start, but I really do want to try and fix this if I can.”

Remus’ heart was thundering in his ears, his nails digging into his arm tightly enough to leave marks. Virgil left, he left and he never apologized. He hates him, he hates him because he exists and that’s bad enough. He doesn’t-

“Hey, now…” Virgil’s voice drifted back to him, gently nudging his shoulder and looking at him so softly that for a moment it looked like he cares. “Hey.  Don’t do that, okay?”

“Do what?”

Virgil gave him a small almost-smile. “Get stuck in your head like that. I’ve done that way too much and let me tell you, it sucks. Just… just be here.”

Remus forced his arms back to his sides, slowly unclenching his hands from the fists he had balled them into and using the stiffness of it to ground himself.

“And do what?” he asked, offering a cautious grin of his own.

“Well, maybe we could watch a movie or something?” he started. “I know we’ve got a lot of horror movies to catch up on.”

“You hate those,” Remus scoffed.

Virgil chuckled. “Only when I don’t have someone else around to watch them with.”

The next smile he made was much more certain, as was the one that was returned to him.

“So what do you think?” he continued. “I mean, we’ve got all night, and there’s plenty of stuff to watch.”

“Only if you don’t pretend you’re clinging to me when you get scared and you actually own up to it.”

“Will you keep laughing every time someone dies?”

Remus flashed him a knowing smile. “Duh.”

“Then I’ll keep on being not scared during the movie.”

“Fine by me.”

It didn’t take long for them to set up the first of several horror movies, watching them together in a gaggle of limbs under a shared blanket while Remus laughed and Virgil didn’t jump at the scarier scenes, and in no time it felt as if nothing had happened between them at all, and for just this moment they were just the Duke and Anxiety enjoying each other’s company again.

And for now, that on its own was good enough.

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