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riconas · 11 months

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I am so grateful i found you and your work. Overstimulation is my fav kink and it wasn’t super common among ghost writers, and if it was involved it was minor or a side detail. I constantly find myself rereading everything you write. ❤️❤️❤️

If i could make a request (no pressure ofc) could I get some soft overstimulation? Hard and rough is a staple but soft loving overwhelm is slept on. Or, if you have written something like this, could I be directed to it so I can slurp it up like a man starved?

thank you! i'm so glad you're enjoying my stuff. if you're looking for soft overstim, encore might fit the bill. if you've read that already, here's some mountrain. 🧡

tags: overstimulation, a really mean handjob, and a side of humiliation

“Hey,” Rain murmurs, fingers carding sweetly through his hair. “None of that, now.”

Mountain opens his mouth. He doesn’t recognise the sound that comes out, but it must amuse Rain, for how his smile widens. Mountain usually likes seeing Rain smile, but these are not usual circumstances.

“None of that,” Rain says again, and Mountain realises—yes, he was pushing Rain’s hand away. How rude of him.

“Sorry,” he says. Tries to say. He isn’t sure if Rain hears it, what with the way his face is mushed into the side of Rain’s neck, but Rain is lakewater-cool against his feverish back, and Rain’s scent is far too intoxicating for him to tear himself away.

“That’s alright,” Rain replies, voice light as a summer breeze. “But no more pushing, okay?"

Mountain nods. He certainly won’t be keeping that promise, but he can’t really say no, can he? Belial, he can’t even remember why he pushed Rain away in the first place, can’t remember what in hell compelled him to do such an outrageous thing.

Then Rain’s fingers close around his cock, and it all comes rushing back. The ache in his thighs. The burn in his gut. The meteor shower inside his head, hammering against his skull.

“Ah-ah,” Rain chides. “You’re squirming again.”

Mountain whimpers. Rain’s hand isn’t going anywhere, but his dick isn’t getting hard anytime soon. Not after the two orgasms Rain's wrung out of him, after edging him until his thighs went numb. Rain cleaned him up after each one, wiping away the spit and cum with a damp towel, just out of courtesy. If the clock’s right, it hasn’t even been an hour.

The clock must be slow.

“Enough,” he slurs. “I can’t—again.” He paws helplessly at Rain’s wrist, too scared to push. “S’too much, Rain, too much—”

“But I’m not done,” Rain says softly.

Mountain is done. Beyond done, in fact. Done ten times over. But it doesn’t matter, not to Rain. Mountain could beg until his vocal cords give out, and Rain wouldn’t bat an eyelash. It's unfair, truly, that he’s so unaffected when his barest touches are driving Mountain mad.

Rain kisses the base of his horn, open-mouthed. Warm and wet and so indulgent. Mountain is terribly sensitive there. It’s a shot of pure ecstasy, white-hot electricity sparking down his spine. His hips jerk gracelessly into Rain's fist.

“Please,” he gasps. “Not again.”

Rain rubs his nose in Mountain’s hair, far too affectionate for how horribly he’s torturing him. “Why not? Does it hurt?”

Mountain nods fervently and squeezes Rain’s arm as hard as he can, because gravity isn’t working anymore, and he’s floating away. His fingers overlap by a good margin, yet he has never felt smaller. Strange, the things Rain does to him.

“Shame,” Rain murmurs. “Nothing much I can do about that. You’ll just have to bear it, I think.”

Mountain doesn’t think he can bear it. It’s so confusing how Rain can say such gentle things. Maybe, if he asks really, really nicely—

“You keep squirming,” Rain sighs, fondling his balls. “Come on, darling. You know better than that.” He pinches the head of Mountain’s shrivelled cock, and then, to Mountain’s horror, wraps those nimble fingers around his too-soft length and starts to jack him off. It would be comical if it wasn’t so sad, watching the flaccid length of his dick give like putty under Rain’s unrelenting hand. Mountain feels his cheeks burn. “Look at that. So tiny. It’s like there’s nothing there.”

“Don’t say that,” Mountain begs.

“But it is tiny.” Rain makes a U shape with his index and thumb, a mere two inches apart, and holds it against Mountain’s poor cock, like he’s measuring it. “See?”

Of course he sees. Mountain isn’t blind, or stupid. But that doesn’t mean he wants to see, and he closes his eyes to try and shut out the prickle of humiliation. Rain gropes him greedily, determined to wring one more impossible orgasm from his struggling body, and Mountain decides his love for Rain does not outweigh his tolerance for Rain’s cruelty.

“I can’t cum again,” he cries out. It feels like a confession, like an admittance of failure. He flinches at the stab of shame, at the humiliation bubbling up inside him. Two measly orgasms. As if he doesn't push Rain to three, four on a good day. As if he doesn't wipe Rain's tears away when Rain says those very same words.

But Rain doesn’t scoff or sneer or laugh the way Mountain fears he might. “This isn’t enough?” he enquires, so gentle it gives Mountain whiplash. “Do you need my fingers, too?” He wiggles a hand between them, prodding carelessly at Mountain’s hole, and Mountain jerks away. There has been no prep. “Or do you need my cock?” And he rocks subtly against Mountain’s ass, his erection solid and obvious through his sweatpants.

Frankly, Mountain doesn’t believe there is anything in the world that could make him cum again. He says as much, though the words are jumbled and borderline nonsensical when they leave his mouth. There is no way Rain understands them.

“What do you need?” Rain asks, petting his sweat-damp hair. “Tell me. Anything you need, to make you cum again. You can have it.”

Mountain’s head clears long enough for him to find the words. “Please,” he begs. “Just—stop for a moment, please—”

"That's not an answer. What do you need?”

“Please!”

Rain sighs. Useless, Mountain thinks in despair. No point in begging when it’s Rain.

“You know what to say,” Rain whispers, just a tad bit kinder. “You know how to make this stop.”

Mountain does know what to say. He will not say it. He does not need to lie to himself.

“I want to,” Mountain hiccups. “I wanna cum but—I can’t. I really want to.” He twists his hips away in a vain attempt to slide his poor cock out of Rain’s fist, but Rain tracks his every movement, and he’s held fast.

“Try harder,” Rain says patiently.

Mountain whines in frustration. “I don’t know how.”

Rain is silent for a moment. His arm tightens lovingly around Mountain’s waist, and Mountain wonders if Rain can feel just how hard he’s trembling. Wonders if he’ll tease him for it.

“Well, then,” Rain says slowly. “That's a little unfortunate, isn’t it? You’d better figure it out.”

#i love writing these two #repetitive? perhaps. boring? never #rebloggy if you're feeling kind <3 #rico writes #ficlet #mountain x rain #the band ghost fanfiction

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writebackatya · 6 months

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Sometimes you just gotta write jokes for yourself and hope someone else out there will giggle like you

#I love writing these two #writebackatya

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chaosduckies · 5 hours

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Restoration (Chapter 12)

The chapter that will hopefully fix everything that I’ve done! :D (I regret it all) I don’t really know how to feel about the way I wrote this since my editor and other reader were not available, sooo I’m just gonna wing it and hope it turned out okay. I’m very sorry 😞. Otherwise, enjoy!

Word Count: 3.8k

CW: loneliness, that’s everything!

12- Nathan

I lazily opened my eyes, pushing myself off the mysteriously soft fabric underneath me. It feels like I’ve been asleep for days… I looked to where my alarm clock should be, but only seeing everything around me enlarged and up to a bigger scale. Oh right, I feel asleep on Ryker. Oh. I fell asleep on Ryker.

I let out a yelp, studying the area where I was at and seeing that the fabric underneath me belonged to his pillow. Oh god I really slept on top of him… My thoughts were thrown into a panic as I tried to wrap my mind around everything. I just remember it being cold outside, Ryker scooping me up extremely quickly, crying… Oh gosh. I cried in front him. I groaned, leaning back until my back hit the cushiony surface behind me. I-I was crying on him and he was there hugging me close to him the entire time which I mean it didn’t even feel bad it actually felt amazing but I can’t believe I just did all of that in front of him and oh my gosh it just felt so good to cry and-

Calm down Nathan.

I took a few deep breaths, calming down my fast heart rate and looking around again. I couldn’t see his alarm clock from where I was at, but I did smell something amazing. My stomach growled, but I just ignored it like I have been for the past week and a half. Where was Ryker at anyways? I didn’t want to move from my spot in case he comes back in looking for me. I owe him such a big apology… Why did he stick around for all of that last night? He could’ve left me. But he didn’t. And that just made my heart flutter at the thought that he cares about me.

A few minuets later, Ryker walked in, peeking his head in as I hurried to sit up. I heard him chuckle a bit before walking in, he had a different pair of sweatpants and sweater that had a skull with roses on it than last night. How did he even get me on to the pillow in the first place? Maybe that shouldn’t be the first question I ask. I’ll just stay quiet for a while.

“Morning.” He sat a little ways from me, leaning against this arms behind him.

“Morning.” I replied back in a tired voice. What do I do? I was alone with Ryker. In his room. Sitting on his bed that I couldn’t get off of on my own even if I tried. Was he going to leave me here? Or would he kick me out and send me back home? I wouldn’t be surprised if he did either of those things. I’m still in shock that I just slept on him last night, and he’s sitting next to as if nothing ever happened.

“You slept for a while. I had to move you onto a pillow.” Ryker laughed, a light shade of pink on his cheeks. I brought my knees up to my chest, nodding embarrassingly.

“Sorry.”

“Hm? For what?” Ryker turned his head to face me, making me feel even more insecure than I already was. Did I really have to answer that question? I felt my face heat up just the slightest bit as I sucked in a shaky breath.

“For… s-sleeping. On you.” Ever since Lucky had asked me that stupid question a month ago my mind has been all over the place. I’m so confused almost all of time every time I’m around Ryker. I question myself everyday if I really like him or if I’m just confusing my emotions with friendship. Usually I would have asked my mom for help but… she wasn’t here anymore. And that just made my entire world come crumbling down to the ground.

“Oh that? You were tired. I don’t mind. I kind of fell asleep a little after you anyways,” Ryker sighed, laying down on his back and facing the ceiling, “I didn’t want to wake you up, so I just left you there and checked up on you every half hour.”

I nodded my head, still feeling a little awkward. Should I go home? Thank him for everything, go home, then see him when I’m forced to go back to school? A part of me thinks that was the way I should do this, but another part of me thinks Ryker would really help me. I mean, he has gone through this before because his parents also… You know. Maybe he knows how to help me? I haven’t really been able to take the best care of myself, and I just feel like Ryker might be able to help me get back up on my feet. Then again, I could just go to a therapist so I wouldn’t waste Ryker’s time. But since when has a therapist been able to help you?

My mind wasn’t wrong.

“Are you hungry? There’s some breakfast in the kitchen.” Ryker asked, sitting back up and waiting for my answer. Physically? I was starving. Mentally? No. Not even in the slightest bit. At least I figured out what that amazing smell was.

“N-no. But thank you th-“ It was then in that moment that my stomach decided to growl. Not loud, but loud enough for Ryker to hear and smile sadly at me. He offered his hand palm-up, waiting just as patiently as ever. I always admired him for that. I don’t know how he puts up with me half the time.

I carefully stood up, a little wobbly on the cushiony surface below me. I tried my best to keep my balance, clinging to his thumb as soon as I could so I wouldn’t roll off his pillow. Now that would be something to be embarrassed about. Luckily I didn’t.

The kitchen smelled like pancakes, which just so happens to be what I was craving right now. How did Ryker even know? What surprised me even more was that there were human-sized plates sitting on the counter, like they were just waiting for me. For the first time in forever I really did feel like eating. Why did it take me to go through all this just to be able to eat and feel just the tiniest bit better about myself?

Ryker set me down, saying that If I wanted I could cut off my own piece of pancake while he went to go grab a blanket from another room. I gladly did, my body enjoying the much needed energy that I’ve been neglecting it for the past two weeks. It tasted just like my moms… I blinked back the tears. There was no time to think about that. I didn’t want to cry in front of Ryker again. Plus, I didn’t really want to cry anymore in general. I knew it felt good, but I’m trying not to seem like such a burden for people.

It took Ryker a while to dig out an extra blanket from the closet, because by the time I finished my plate he was barely coming back. I placed my plate with the other dirty dishes where I hope would be the best place to keep it until I can wash it later. Again, I didn’t want to be a burden while I stayed here.

Ryker sat on top of the kitchen island across from me right after he threw the blanket on one of the couches. I sighed, taking my phone out of my pocket and seeing that it was already midday. How long was I asleep for? Nearly twelve hours? I shoved my phone back into my pocket. I guess I’ll go home in a little bit. I don’t really want to though, but I can’t just keep leeching off Ryker for forever. I’ll go to school, finish it up, and then I don’t know after that. I haven’t really thought that far ahead.

“When will you go back to school?” Ryker asked. I didn’t have answer in reality. I didn’t want to go back, but my parents would probably like me to finish it up with only five months left.

“Next week? M-maybe? I, um, don’t know.” I stared at the countertop below me, trying not to make eye contact. Was I the reason he wasn’t going to school either? I should have answered his calls while I was in the hospital… Maybe then I wouldn’t have been this bad.

Ryker pushed himself off the counter as he laid his hand flat out in front of me. I stood up, lifting myself up onto his palm and sitting down in the middle before he started moving to the living room and carefully sitting down against the armrest with me still in hand. Usually he lets me down first.

“D-did you want me to m-move?” I asked, looking back up at him. He shook his head with a smile on his face, “Not unless you’re uncomfortable.”

I wasn’t. The opposite actually. But I wasn’t going to just blindly show that to him. At least not again.

Ryker put on a movie, which I wasn’t really watching but pretended to anyways. I kept thinking about why he wasn’t even complaining about me being here. Why I didn’t hate the fact that he didn’t even acknowledge what had happened last night even though I wanted to forget all about it. Oh. He knew I didn’t want to talk about it.

In truthfulness, I have no idea what I’m even doing anymore. Everything is so confusing now. What do I do at this point? I wouldn’t even be here if we had never gone to that stupid store in the first place. I would have been happy, my life would have been turned around for the better and I wouldn’t have to worry about anything else. Instead, it’s the complete opposite and I’m having to rely on everyone just to help me. I felt useless. Or maybe that wasn’t the word I was looking for.

———Ryker———

I guess I made the right call to not talk about what happened last night. Nathan looked exhausted. Physically and mentally. I know how it feels, but obviously there was something else bothering him besides what happened this past month. I didn’t know if it had to do with me, or not, but I really just wanted to help. Not be the reason he’s suffering even more.

I wasn’t really paying attention to the movie, and I could tell neither was Nathan. I didn’t know whether to turn off the movie or to just leave it on. What would be the right call here? From what I’m getting at he just didn’t want to be lonely right now, which I mean of course, but I guess he’s also touch starved? As far as I knew Nathan was never really a fan of anyone touching him, and now all of a sudden he clings to me like a lost puppy, and every time my heart falters for just a split second.

“Hey, um, do you just want to hang out in my room? Neither of us are really watching the movie sooo.” I laughed, trying to cheer him up. A slight smile cracked on his face as he nodded his head. At least it’s something. How long did it take for me to get better? Three months? Four? I hope he doesn’t take as long as me.

I turned everything off, grabbed the extra blanket that took me forever to dig out of the closet, and shut the door behind me after I walked into my room. Did I know what we were going to do? No, not in the least. I was just trying to keep his mind off of everything, and I have zero idea if it’s working or not, but I think I’m doing a decent job.

“Ryker,” Nathan played with his hands while I cleared off my desk. I turned my head to him, waiting for the rest of the sentence, “Never… never mind.” He sighed in defeat, sliding off my slightly tilted palm and onto the black wooden desk. I did want to know what he was going to say, but I can wait. Instead, I just nodded my head, sitting down in my chair and grabbing one of the small sketchbooks I have. I haven’t really drawn anything for a while, and while I was extremely insecure about other people watching me draw, Nathan would be the only exception. And that’s coming from a person with five younger siblings.

Nathan sat a little closer, interested in what I was doing. I flipped to any empty page, not even knowing what I wanted to sketch in the first place. I leaned to the side, my hand holding my head up as I just scribbled all over the paper aimlessly holding that would spark something in my clouded mind. Lately it’s been a little lonely, but that was just because nearly the entire school was on that field trip to some amusement park. I’m too used to having so many people around me.

I wasn’t really paying attention to the time, nor whatever the heck I was conjuring up on the paper. It jus kind of looked like a dead cheery blossom tree at this point. It wasn’t bad, but not exactly what I had pictured in my mind. Which was nothing, but still. I sighed, placing my pencil down in the middle of the book and apparently not even realizing that Nathan was trying to climb over my arm I involuntarily placed in front of him. I didn’t dare move a single muscle as he struggled to lift himself up onto my wrist, dragging his leg onto the other side, then nearly falling over as he tried to bring his other one across. I started laughing without even meaning to as soon as he slid down back onto the desk.

“Sorry, sorry,” I apologized, moving my arm away from him as he hid his face from me, “It’s just that you could have asked me to move. But I guess that way works too.” I heard a quiet chuckle right before he turned to look, his jaw immediately dropping the second he sees it. I bit the side of my cheek, suddenly subconscious about myself.

“Woah.” Nathan kept studying it before I decided to softly close the book in front of him and shove it back in the cubby I pulled it out from. Subconscious wins.

Nathan turned back to me, a worried look on his face. Is he worried about me? It should be the entire opposite! But still, I couldn’t ignore the fact that he cares so much about me. I had high hopes that after we graduated we would stay friends, but I still had no idea. Maybe he had his own plans.

I checked my phone, reading that it was already three in the afternoon. How long was I drawing for? I sighed, leaning back in my chair and watching Nathan sit down and play with his hands again. I felt really tired, but I didn’t want to leave Nathan alone. Usually when my siblings are gone I try my best to clean up as much as I can and get as much rest as I can. It’s nearly impossible to keep up with everyone during school. My bed honestly looked as welcoming as ever right now.

Last night, in truth, I didn’t get much sleep. How could I? I had a small human practically passed out on my chest and I didn’t want to wake him up. Plus, I kind of freaked out because I didn’t know what to do and I knew what could happen if he stayed on me while I was asleep. I tried my hardest to stay awake, but there were times when I fell asleep and found Nathan in the same spot as before. Still, there was still the fact that he slept on me. I didn’t mind at all. My mind was all over the place, I was a little flustered, but I realized that he must’ve been pretty tired to fall asleep like that. There was no way he would have willingly done that, right?

“Do you… want me to go back home? I don’t want to, um, bother you.” Nathan asked, his tone lined with sadness. He think he has to I guess. I turned towards him, not really knowing what to say. He’s never bothered me. I don’t think he could either. It’s just the thought that he would think I would be annoyed by him. I don’t know what happened before he moved to the city, but it’s obviously changed the way he thinks. No other human would think that way unless something bad happened. Something I shouldn’t ask him about right now.

“Only if you really want to, and you’re not bothering me,” I sucked in a shaky breath, “I was actually going to ask you if you wanted to stay here for a while. Of course you don’t have to! I just noticed you weren’t taking care of yourself and I’d like to help, you know? Plus, what kind of friend would that make me if I didn’t at least try to help you?”

That technical promise I made to his mom before she passed away was stuck to my mind. I wasn’t going to tell Nathan, and I planned on keeping that promise until he leaves. I do care about him. A lot. And I hated how he looked last night. He looked broken and torn apart, and at the same time fragile and gentle as ever.

Nathan looked surprised at first before smiling and nodding his head, “I-If you don’t mind.” I didn’t.

I yawned, covering my mouth and my eyes slightly tearing up, “You don’t mind if I take a nap, right?” He shook his head. I laid my hand out flat, watching him try to keep his balance as he stumbled to the middle of my palm. I was just going to place him on the ground so he could do whatever. I wasn’t going to keep him in my room with nothing to do.

As I lowered my hand down, Nathan’s expression looked confused before he hurried to grab onto my sleeve. I stopped for a second, confused myself. What was he doing? It’s the same thing as last night. Oh. Right. He doesn’t want to be lonely. My heart fell the same way it did last night as I walked over to my bed, keeping Nathan in my hand and getting myself under the covers. So what do I do?

“S-sorry. I d-don’t even know what I’m doing.” Nathan apologized, slouching down as I pressed my back up against the head of the bed. No matter how many times I tell him it’s fine he won’t believe me. Maybe he’ll believe me if I show it?

“It’s okay, Nathan. You’re just touch starved, I get it.” I whispered, placing my thumb behind him and laughing when he jumped. He didn’t back away though. I laid down, Nathan still cupped in my hand. Just don’t move your hand. No other words were said between us before my eyes shut closed.

“If you like him so much why don’t you kiss him already?”

———Nathan———

Ryker really just fell asleep. How tired was he? I didn’t know, and I was sort of tired myself even after sleeping for twelve hours. But still, I can’t believe I was doing this to him again, and he doesn’t even say anything. He’s allowed me to stay here for a while, which I was so grateful for, but I can’t keep leeching off of him. It was a bad habit, and he won’t always be there for me. I guess I should cherish what I have right now. Ryker was right. I really was touch starved.

He didn’t really move much, but after about an hour was when he was getting twitchy. I was thinking I should probably move, but I didn’t want to. I was just being selfish, and I was going to tell him that, but I just couldn’t. Would he think the same way? Was he only letting me stay here because he was just sympathizing? That doesn’t really makes sense if he said he’s going to try to help me. Still, I didn’t erase the possibility.

It was quiet, and I would have fallen asleep if I hand’s occupied myself with just exploring his room from the view I was at. Otherwise, I was just laying down in his palm still, hanging onto the little part of the cuff of his sleeve. Then, Ryker started twitching again, this time somehow gently getting me in a fist and bringing me close. The worst part about it was that I couldn’t get out even if I tried.

I was just slightly freaking out. He was basically holding me like I was a small stuffed animal right up against his chest as he stirred around for a little. My face turned a bright red as Ryker yawned again, groggily opening his eyes and opening up his palm I was in. The panic in my chest diminished as he blinked away the bags under his eyes and smiled down at me. I smiled right back. I wouldn’t tell him about that. Plus, it’s not like I was hurt anyways.

Ryker pressed his thumb against my back gently, stretching out the rest of his limbs before sitting up and pressing his back up against the wall. I completely forgot about the blush before he squinted and weakly chuckled before wrapping me in a hug. Well, he was only pinching me between two of his fingers but I get the gesture. I just didn’t know why. But it felt amazing all the same.

Actually, this entire day it seemed like I had forgotten about all that happened. I couldn’t tell if that was a good thing or a bad thing, but I’ll just have to hope for the best. I’d have to thank Ryker for that.

“You feel better?” Ryker asked. I nodded my head in response. I’ve never felt better. He yawned again, covering his mouth and bringing his knees closer to his chest. He studied me for a while before sighing and getting up. What was that about? I had no idea. I didn’t even know what I was doing today. All I knew was that I wanted nothing more than to just be held and safe and wanted. Which was everything Ryker was giving me.

“Do you like Ryker?”

I stopped breathing for a second, losing my focus on everything around me. That stupid question again? I’m pretty sure I don’t. Right? I was just mistaking my feelings for friendship. Right? My heart started beating faster when Ryker looked down to check on me.

What was this?

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Again, my editor and beta reader was not available (they’re the same person but still) so this probably turned out to be one of the worst chapters or you guys actually like it and I’m just over thinking this TwT

I hope you guys enjoyed it though! Chapter 13 will be the last one! But I do have some little scenes after the story I want to do sooo they’re not going away anytime soon don’t worry :D

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#G/t #g/t writing #g/t fluff #sfw g/t #restoration #Oc: ryker #Oc: Nathan #G/t community #ahhhh this is one of the last chapters I’ll be writing TwT #I’m gonna actually cry #I love writing these two #I don’t know how I feel about this chapter #i think it turned out bad me personally #unless I’m overthinking it #Idk anymore #but that’s it haha #will they get together or not?#i wonderrr #love you guys ❤️

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whotookmytomato · 1 month

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Kat and Carter give off such a king and lionheart vibe I love it so much. Carter is the only person Kat is truly loyal to and trusts. She will absolutely follow him to the end of the world with no regrets.

And Carter who only relies on Kat to be there for him because despite her antics she's the only person who has stayed. She's the only constant he's had in his life, but it also stresses him that she has such a strong loyalty to him.

#halo #carter a259 #kat b320 #carter x kat #i love writing these two #its such an underrated ship

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jhalya · 11 months

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🍎 Celebrian wants something better.

🔗 Read on AO3.

#haladriel #celebrian half maia #more daddy daughter shenanigans #i love writing these two

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chaoticstrata · 7 months

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Relaxation + Breaking the Rules (Aketheron) either or both for prompts!

Sorry for taking so long anon! Here's a little fic for the first prompt. I actually thought up an interesting AU for the second, but I don't know how long that will take me--since I am a snail when it comes to writing. -dead- Enjoy this fic! ---------------------------------------------------------------

A vacation.

Theron never thought he’d get to be on one--not with being a founder of the Alliance or one of their resident spymasters. Still, there he was on one on Copero, staying in a little cabin set in a mountain resort, relaxing back in a private hot spring with a warm fire roaring nearby. It was perfect…well, almost perfect. There was just one thing, or one person, missing.

“Hey, hun, you gonna join me anytime soon?” he called out toward the cabin door where his husband had disappeared.

“In a moment,” Aketho called back.

Theron sighed and shook his head. “Please tell me you’re not sending off some last-minute instructions to Lana and the others…”

“I’m not you, Theron.”

“Hey, now I-”

“The Nova Blades data.”

“That was one time, damn you!” Theron pouted, sinking further into the hot spring. He was half tempted to slip far enough down to start blowing bubbles in the water--like the full-grown adult he was. And he would have if Aketho didn’t see fit to walk out at that moment, grinning and holding two glasses of amber liquid.

“Uh-huh. You know I have a running list, right?” Aketho chuckled, holding out one of the glasses before stepping into the hot spring and settling down next to Theron.

Theron’s free arm instantly warped around the Chiss’ waist, pulling him closer.

“Yeah, yeah,” the former SIS agent huffed, pressing a kiss to Aketho’s temple. He held up the glass the Commander handed him and examined it. “What is this?”

“Csillan whiskey,” Aketho replied, sipping his drink, “Courtesy of Aristocra Seganu.”

Theron was about to comment on the whiskey when the name of the other Chiss fell from Aketho’s lips. Try as he might, the former Republic spy couldn’t keep his annoyance for Seganu from his face. Theron knew there was nothing to worry about--the former spy had seen Aketho repeatedly shut down the other Chiss’ advances. However, it still irked him how the Aristocra continued to try to butter up Aketho with gifts and pretty words. Sipping the whiskey, he muttered something unflattering about the other man under his breath.

“Theron,” Aketho chuckled, leaning over to kiss his cheek.

“Sorry,” the older spy sighed. He should have known the Chiss would hear him regardless of how he covered it up. “I just…I really don’t like how he tries to flirt with you…in front of me, no less.”

“Jonas flirts with me, and you’re fine with it,” the younger man pointed out. “For the most part.”

“Yeah, but I know he’s just flirting,” Theron countered, sipping his drink again. He hated to admit it, but it was good--despite who it came from. “He likes to flirt; it’s kind of his thing. Plus, I’ve never known him to try and steal away someone else’s partner… it’s just not his style.”

“Hmm, true,” Aketho conceded, snuggling against Theron. “He even said as much…”

The former SIS agent kissed his husband’s temple again and relaxed against the side of the hot spring. As he sipped his drink, a mischievous grin spread across the Chiss’ lips--one that Theron knew preceded some sort of teasing. He braced himself for it.

“Jonas does like to brag, too,” Aketho said, his grin widening. “Especially about past partners.”

Theron sighed into his drink. “I already told you about my time with him…”

“You did,” the Chiss chuckled, leaning in to nibble on an earlobe, “But you didn’t go into detail like he did.”

“Maker, shoot me now,” Theron groaned, head dropping. “What did he tell you?”

“Hmmm,” Aketho hummed into his glass, grin wide and full of mirth. “I’ll let you figure that out later tonight…”

The former SIS agent stared at him for a long moment before looking back at the slowly setting sun. “Do we have to wait till tonight?”

The Commander laughed in amusement and delight.

#swtor #swtor fanfiction #theron shan #imperial agent #swtor commander #aketho #theron shan / imperial agent #i love writing these two #they are just too much fun with their back and forth #sassy and wit are their love language i swear

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thatevilenby · 9 months

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writing a whole ass goromi coming out scene and it's making me so sad and so happy for her like damn she's really been through a lot agonizing about this but also she's so brave for talking to Kiryu about it and hes just doing his best to be supportive like he doesn't really understand gender fluidity but he knows what it feels like to be trans and he's empathizing and trying to help her navigate this and gah i love it i love them and i hate what im going to put them through

#i love writing these two #kazumaji #kiryu kazuma #goromi

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leavingautumn13 · 1 month

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hot chocolate!

[wip ask game]

"autumn, are you still on your bullshit about may and maxie being friends?" have been since i was 10 and i've showed no sign of stopping. thanks for asking!

this is a later chapter of my pokemon emerald fic eye of the storm. hot chocolate is a placeholder title--no idea what the actual thing is going to be called yet.

the central scene of the chapter is a conversation between may and maxie about the events surrounding team rocket's actions in johto and ethan's partnership with lugia. ethan's influence on may is something that also gets brought up in my omega ruby oneshot, sunlight:

It had been all over the news, about a year before her family had moved to Hoenn: Lugia had appeared in the Whirl Islands, just off the coast near Olivine, to partner with that boy from New Bark who bested Team Rocket for what was hopefully the final time. May had compared herself to that boy a lot over the course of the last two years...

may's from johto, and lived in goldenrod and then olivine during the height of team rocket's activity in the region, so naturally when she gets involved with the main plot of eots she thinks she's dealing with a similar situation. that initial assumption is what starts in earnest her internal comparisons between herself and ethan.

maxie, for his part, is more than a little offended at being compared to team rocket.

Maxie rolled his eyes. “Typical Kantan bullshit,” he said. “Steamrolling everyone and everything in the pursuit of profit. You’re Johtoni, right?” May hesitated and he shook his head. “That’s rhetorical. It’s not every day the League flies someone in to take over a gym.” She tensed. Was their move really that high profile? He must’ve noticed her sudden discomfort, because when he continued, his voice was softer. “You may not get it, but you could. Look. I’m sorry you went through that. I really am. But this isn’t Johto, and we’re not Team Rocket. If you’re in danger here, it’s not from us.” He tapped one finger on the table. “And, as loathe as I am to say anything charitable about Archer Caspian, you don’t have to worry about him, either.” He smiled thinly. “But you didn’t hear that from me.” She stared at him. “Why are you telling me this?” “Because it’s important,” he shot back. “I’m not interested in being misunderstood.”

#thank you for the ask!!#this is a really fun chapter i think #i love writing these two #autumn.fic #fic: eye of the storm

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lovely-jily · 1 year

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want you to want me sober

this is part of that snippets fic i started months ago, and i figured i'd just post it here too. enjoy some fluff :))) <333

read on ao3 (if you liked this then you'll love the rest of the stuff i have in this fic)

The party had a decent turnout, although only sixth and seventh years are allowed- primarily due to the immense amount of alcohol being supplied. James thought Sirius was going a little overboard, but he insisted. He deems the excessive amount of alcohol necessary to properly celebrate James and his team's win of their first Quidditch match.

James is only a bit tipsy. He wants to set a responsible example, a downfall that came with being Head Boy. Although getting sloshed sounded divine, he knows that he is held to different standards. Besides, watching a bunch of drunk people was almost as fun.

Lily's one of those aforementioned drunk people. James is a bit shocked to see her take her first shot, but he doesn't entirely mind, as he knows she needs to let loose as she never really has.

But after about seven shots and three trips to throw up in the bathroom, James figures it's time for Lily to stop letting loose and start wrapping the night up, and since he's been with her nearly the entire night, he figures he can do it. He isn't sure where any of her friends are and doesn't want to bother them when he could do it himself.

The stairs challenge Lily, who's laughing the entire way. One bonus to being Head Boy is that it allows James to enter the girls' dormitories. He's never tried to, as he never had a reason, but figures the magic allowed him to for occasions like this.

"You played so well during the game tonight, James," Lily says as they neared her dorm, "I don't think I've ever seen anyone look that good."

James isn't sure if she means to compliment his looks or quidditch talent, but he knows not to press. If she were sober, he'd be delighted to have a cheeky conversation about his dashing looks, but it seems unfair to take advantage of Lily in this situation. He knows she's prone to saying things she wouldn't sober, and he doesn't want to manipulate it out of her.

"Well, if it weren't for your cheering, I don't think we could've gotten that win," is all he responds with.

Lily stops a stair ahead of him and turns around to face him, "Why didn't you kiss me at Hogsmead? Or that one time during the rainstorm?"

The sudden direct comment surprises James, as he can only raise his eyebrows and mutter a choking "Come again?" as an answer.

"You know, I just thought you would both times, and then you didn't," Lily is less giddy now, although there isn't any form of hurt in her voice, which is a positive sign to James. Maybe this is the confirmation needed to tell James she's been feeling the same way.

"Er-I-" he starts, and then he sighs as she puts her hand on his neck, and he wraps his fingers around her wrist. He can be honest with her, as she most likely won't remember it tomorrow, "I honestly got scared."

"Do you want to kiss me now?" Lily asks him, looking at his lips. This whole situation is cruel- her taunting him when he can't do anything about it. The exact thing he has been praying for the past few years is finally happing, but his honour won't allow him to act on it. It would be so easy to let this happen, to follow her into her room and just cave in. He wonders if that's what her friends are thinking will happen. If this situation had occurred even two years ago, it would be a different outcome, but James isn't the same boy he was then.

Besides, it's easy to want someone when you're under other influences. Standards are lowered, feelings rise, and James wants Lily sober for this sort of decision.

"I always want to kiss you, Lily," James whispers back. The alcohol and hope of her forgetting all of this make honesty easier to produce.

Lily's eyes brighten, and her lips pull into a smile as she leans down slightly. She almost seems sober, but her swaying, slurred speech, and alcohol-scented breath say otherwise, "So why don't you?"

James exhales, brushing her hair behind her ear, "I want you to want me sober."

"I do, James-"

"I don't want our first kiss to be like this. You mean more to me than tipsy actions," James continues, and he is actively kicking himself for what he's doing, "You know I wouldn't feel good with you in this sort of condition."

Lily sighs, "You're too good to me, James."

"Not nearly what you deserve, Lily."

James hears someone walking up the stairs and see's it's Dorcus as she rounds the corner.

"There you are, Lils!" Dorcus smiles at the two of them.

Lily's eyes brighten at the sight of her friend as she excitedly claps her hands, "D, I have so much to tell you about what just happened. You're going to scream."

Dorcus reaches the two of them and raises an eyebrow at James. Of course, Lily made it seem like James really is trying to take advantage of her.

"Not what you're thinking, don't worry," James shifts to the side, letting go of Lily so Dorcus can take her.

Dorcus nods and turns to Lily, "Let's go to bed, yeah?"

"Oh, please, I hope I have another dream-"

"Off to bed!" Dorcus cuts her off in a panicked tone, leaving lots to be speculated on James's end.

"Thank you, Potter," Dorcus smiles at him as the two girls keep walking up the stairs to reach their dorm.

"Bye, James!" Lily waves excitedly, "You better follow up on what you said to me!"

James only shakes his head as butterflies flood his chest and a broad smile fills his face.

That was precisely the confirmation, or rather the sign that he needed.

#jily fluff #i love writing these two #james x lily #jily #jily one shot #jily drabble

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lilgayducky · 7 months

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Short story I wrote a while ago... Only first drafts, it was for English assessment. Kinda self insert characters of me and my gf

Damp soil soaks the hem of my dress as me and Lucia stumble onto the path that will lead us through the dark bush. Lucia’s long ponytail flicks me in the face and I cry out. She giggles and I give her a playful shove. We continue like this, tripping over each other's feet in a sort of clumsy dance until we both fall to the ground, squealing like the little girls we used to be. Eventually, we calm down, lying quietly. But one more look at each other and suddenly we are back in kindergarten, sneaking out the back to find the little garden that we weren't supposed to know about. Back there, we would tell each other stories, and play games, and hide until the teachers came looking, calling our names. We were so young back then, so naïve to the world. Curses, gods, and magic were all games and fantasy. Lucia's fingers intertwine with mine as we lay here on the soft soil. A tui begins trilling its soft lullabies, and the solo turns to an orchestra as every woodland creature contributes its harmonies. Lucia reaches into her satchel and pulls out a chocolate bar. I devour it greedily and grin as the warm, bitter taste fills me with a sense of home. I never really understood that feeling. My friends would often get homesick for the first few weeks of boarding school, and when we went camping, I would always see children crying for their own bed. But I never got that feeling. I could be anywhere in the world and still feel at home. I just have to be with the people I love. So, even as the rain begins to pour, and the silence grows louder except for the occasional chirp of a bird, I feel at home. Lucia’s body intertwined with mine, radiating body heat and love.

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cosmickestrels · 2 years

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*throws this here* a vanlock fic excerpts be upon ye (also yes some of these have sholmes/van zieks and some herlock/barok, no this is not a mistake, this will make sense i promise) (also its mostly unedited so i might shuffle some words around in final version)

#Kestrels Writing #tgaa #herlock sholmes #barok van zieks #vanlock #i love writing these two #i want to finish this fic soooo badly i want to rip it from my head #I WILL but that takes time and eugh!!!#im still debating on publishing chapter 1 now or waiting till i finish at least majority #because i wanna share it so badly </3 #also this has a name i dunno if i should say it now or when i publish it fr #also this is a part of the au so #MTMTE AU

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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Much Ado About Nothing (1993), Much Ado About Nothing - Shakespeare Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Hero/Don John (Much Ado About Nothing) Characters: Don John (Much Ado About Nothing), Hero (Much Ado About Nothing), Beatrice (Much Ado About Nothing), Benedick (Much Ado About Nothing), Don Pedro (Much Ado About Nothing), Original Characters, Antonio (Much Ado About Nothing) Additional Tags: Inspired by Much Ado About Nothing, Minor Claudio/Hero (Much Ado About Nothing), Post-Movie, Post-Canon, still don't like Claudio, Rare Pairings, Slow Burn, Arranged Marriage, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Angst with a Happy Ending, There will be trauma, THERE WILL BE HEALING, john is redeemable, hero is not quite so perfect but still so damn close, she's still beautiful and an angel, based on the 1993 movie/characters/actors/actresses, Sad with a Happy Ending Summary:

Six months after the events of Much Ado About Nothing (1993), Claudio suddenly dies in an accident and leaves Hero widowed, childless (her first and only child with Claudio ends in miscarriage), and alone. She moves back in with her father. Two weeks after these events, her father dies and the estate passes back to the prince (the Crown), who entrusts its day-to-day operation to Don John, who has just completed his 6-month punishments for the deception he causes in MAAN canon. John and Hero become “de-facto” married, and eventually learn to love each other.

#much ado about nothing 1993 #don john x hero #hero x don john #rairpair #post-movie #slow burn #enemies to friends to lovers #i love writing these two

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whole-wheat-trolls · 1 year

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Ghost Memories

Jonice was quiet the days following that court broadcast, more so than usual. Folsom knows he’s hardworking but, Jon keeping busy every minute of the day like this... he’s hiding something again. Maybe after all these sweeps you could ask and he’d tell you, or he’d give that distant look, smile and tell you not to concern yourself with him again. You’re not sure which would feel worse.

“I’m just happy to help,” he says, when he brings the cattle in, when he builds a new fence, that entire barn is even his doing. It took him a month. You’re no slouch, but Jon works like it’s all he’s ever known, face stoic the whole time. There’s been times you’d come out with water though, catch his attention and watch every muscle in his body tense in unison. Hadn’t happened in a long time but the day after he switched that TV on, it felt like he’d turned back into the man you first met.

Folsom’s farm wasn’t nearly as impressive way back when, but it was enough, it had chickens for eggs, a cow for milk, and a sturdy roof over all their heads. Every week it’d haul off with eggs and butter to the nearby town and trade them for beans, corn, the usual crops. On special occasions the butcher in town would give them a slab of pork belly and Folsom would eat good off it for the week.

Folsom never found themself wanting or asking for more, until one week Old Sue the cow stopped producing milk. She'd always been a fickle creature but Folsom always did its best keeping her happy and healthy, that's probably why it stung so much when nothing wrong could be found by the local vet. Folsom steeled themself away, it didn't have the money to replace the cow, not in this lifetime, and it wasn't keen on getting what folks called a real job. The sheriff's office never let them live down that time they jailed the banker for robbery, or all those ornery drunks Folsom had hog tied and put in the waiting cell.

Late into the next morning, after a long night of drinking and dulled senses Folsom figured it'd be better off to say goodbye to Old Sue. Wasn't until it wandered through the open door of the barn they even realized something was amiss. A sound like rain hitting the old tin roof filled the silent barn, Folsom considered going back for its gun but for one reason or divine intervention, didn't. Who robs a barn anyways? Whoever this was could have tried the back door to the house and gotten in easy as pie, but here they were in the barn, unwittingly with Folsom, milking their god damned cow!

The person Folsom had caught was tall but thin, wearing clothes that had never been the right size. It gave halt to the ranch owner's crusade long enough to consider everything it was looking at. Skin and bones crouched over a bucket of milk like a prayer, so focused he hadn't noticed the erratic footsteps of a drunken landowner behind him. Folsom could never tell you how long they spent staring in disbelief before finally saying a word.

"Ey bud, y'know that there's my livelihood yer milkin'?" Folsom had said to the man, and he froze and lifted his hands over his head with not a word. It dumbstruck Folsom back into silence, did they feel bad? The way his head stooped so low the moment he got caught... ain't no way he's a bad man. Just caught on bad times. Maybe that's the whiskey talking.

"Put yer gosh damn hands down, would'ya I'm tryna berate ya here. Y'really that desperate fer food yer milkin' a cow here in secret?" Folsom barked.

As he lowered his hands the man spoke, softly like he was still scared a gun might be pointed his way, "Ain't had a proper meal in weeks."

"Yer an awful thief y'know that?"

"Ain't ever had the makings fer it. S'pose it's why I ain't eatin' well."

"There's time yet. If I invite ya in fer a meal you ain't gon' run off with none'a my stuff will ya?" That was definitely the whiskey talking.

"Don't reckon I could run if I wanted," somehow he still had his humors about him.

The two had gone inside, Folsom heated beans and cornbread over the fire and got the man to talking as much as he would. Jonice as it'd come to know wasn't very talkative of his past, the most he'd offered is that he had a home once but for one reason or another didn't anymore. Folsom tried offering a drink but he refused politely, said only bad things happened to him with it around, but still laughed when it declared more for me.

"This meal's the best I had in sweeps."

"Yer just sayin' that 'cause I could kick ya out any time,"

"As good a liar as I am thief,"

Folsom had a laugh at that, bit their tongue and said what seemed like the stupidest thing it could've.

"Y'can stay here fer the day. Ain't no way yer gonna stick t'the shadows,"

Jon froze up again, Folsom wasn't attuned to it enough or sober enough to notice yet, but the big man's heart raced at those words.

"I dunno what to say-"

"Say thanks so I can say yer welcome and go to bed,"

Jon slept in a bed too small that night, but it was a bed nonetheless. By the time Folsom woke up that next morning Jon had already been long at work, always better at showing appreciation than saying it.

#homestuck #fantroll #oc #drabble tag #Jonice #Folsom #i love writing these two

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