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neosexuals · 3 months

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˙ 𖥦 ⪧ ◟together ˒ ˶ taehyun

> synopsis: you and taehyun have been in a business marriage for 4 years,you’ve never had anything between you two. Most of the time taehyun would go around fucking other rich women, everyone knows it’s just business. Exept you

A/n : I literally loved writing this like AHHHH I hope you guys like it <3

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“Always been mine…”

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“Honey im home” he sang out as he entered the home you had together. You were pissed to say the least, you let out a heavy sigh “don’t call me honey, taehyun you’ve gotten into another scandal” you huff again “how do you plan on covering this up”.

He stares at you, his gaze confused and amused at the same time. He ruffled his hair "why do you care?" He grunted as he sat down beside you on the couch "you know that means I'm the wife who let's their man whore of a husband fuck around right? Which leads to them thinking I'm cheating too..?" You argue scooting away from him, before getting up to go away "whatever it's not like you aren't, your just better at hiding it" his attitude scorching through you, grabbing your hand "now sit down I'll go get coffee and tell you everything"

He walks away , once again. You never said you need or want an explanation, but deep down you do.your heart burns as you stare at your phone, the article everywhere.

"Kang taehyun , cheater"

The silence becomes louder in your head, you try to surpress tears. No matter how hard you try he always replays in your mind, he hurt you. He doesn't even know after 3 years of your undivided attention towards him. He doesn't realise you love him. Before you know it your lost in your thoughts once again....

"y/n? Y/N?" He waved his hand infront of your lost figure, you jumped back when he smacked your head "y/n oh my god" his voice clearer now. You won't even acknowledge that he hit you, you don't care.

To be honest taehyun felt bad for you too, he loved you just as much, he wanted to hold you, to feel you to be close to you. But he knows he couldn't, he knows you dont like him, so he acts like he hates you, he hooks up with girls left and right 'knowing' you don't care.

The problem is, you do care.

"anyway, I met her at a club, I felt sexually pent up so, I decided to... You know" he explained himself he was rambling on and on after this before you stopped him "taehyun stop rambling I really don't care" you did.

"I'm gonna go to bed" you walked upstairs the stairs tiring you out before you plop onto your bed,you had a joint bedroom only a wall and a door dividing you twos room.

He regrets his decision every time he fucks around, he acts like it doesn't matter but when he walked into his room he feels an absence. You were that absence.

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"Kang y/n finally gets revenge"

"icon y/n"

Your name surrounded the web , you finally decided to fuck around after 3 years. It felt odd ofcourse but you didn't carw., You just wanted to get over taehyun. But you got caught, you thought he wouldn't care since he's always on the news.

You sat on the couch once again, it was a habit for you by now to wait for him at the couch. As soon as the door handle turned,so did your stomach why did you feel so bad all of a sudden.

"how was it?" He dropped his bag, not even making eye contact with you. "How was what?" You asked hesitant of his reply, you were slightly trembling "the sex" his tone grew more aggressive by the word. "I asked how was the sex y/n"

His tone had a hint of sadness to it, you didn't notice it though. His gaze hit you atlas the flames in his eyes grew."it wasn't great" you responded, you wanted to lie but you couldn't. It wasn't great it was sad, miserable actually.

"then why'd you do it" his voice odly calmer than before, he was less jelous. Yet you stayed quiet

You wanted to talk back, you couldn't however. He walked towards you, step by step making you tremble. His next move wasn't clear at all, he sat beside you grabbing your jaw "look at me darling, why'd you do it" you were now facing him, the tention grew between you.

"I..." You fucked up, how or why you don't know but it felt like you fucked up "you??" His leg shaking, you couldn't tell why tho.

"taehyun." You paused his eyes widen as you use his name anticipation coarsing through him.

"taehyun...I used to like you." You blurted it out, the gaze and pressure let it out of you. But you still liked him.

"like I know it's not meant to be that way, I know it's business and I know I'm just being delusional but-" your ramble cut off by his touch. He wraps his hand around your nape, pushing your face closer to his. Your lips almost meeting.

He stares at your lips, your eyes roaming the situation, trying to avoid contact. Your mind travels wanting to kiss him so bad, but you don't want to act suddenly. Waiting for him to make the move, was he playing with you?

"I like you too" he mumbles onto your lips before smashing them together. The kiss soft yet laced with desire. He was holding back for you, the kiss sent shivers down your spine. You stay frozen in place before he pulls away , "you didn't pull away?" He cuts your words off again with a kiss, this time you reciprocate the kiss sending shivers down your spine. Your arms wrapping around his neck pulling him closer, he smiles during the kiss as you do this.

Breaking off once more his smile widens he stands you up "wait." You pause the situation. His eyes widen once again. "Shit whatever" you dismiss your negative thoughts smashing your lips together once more, your hands still wrapped around his neck as his hands roam around your body landing on your waist.

Picking you up lightly. You wrap your legs around his torso as he indicated with a tap on your thighs, the kiss sloppy as he climbed up the stairs carrying you. He opens his door with force as his hands still roaming your body.

"you've always been mine baby" he mumbles onto your lips , dropping you on the bed as he climbs over you leaning for another kiss. This time hungrier more rough. You start to crave his attention, you needed him more than ever now.

"fuck babe" the nickname forming something in you. As the kiss continued, Taehyun's hands moved up to play with your hair, his tongue exploring deeper into your mouth. He could feel himself growing hard against your leg and he knew he wanted more than just a kiss from you.

Feeling the heat between them, Taehyun broke the kiss, panting softly. His eyes met yours, filled with lust and anticipation.his breath hot against your skin. “Taehyun….” You huff out. Wanting more out of him . With a smirk, Taehyun slowly removed his shirt, revealing his well-toned body. His hands slipped back down to your pants, tugging them gently over your hips and down your legs. You were even more beautiful than he had imagined. He kissed his way down your stomach, taking in the taste of your skin. His hands continued their exploration, tracing patterns on your thighs and teasingly brushing against your underwear.

Eager to work with you, he knew his girth couldn’t fit into your pussy. “Want you so bad…” his eyes practically eating you out. His hands find its way inside your soaked panties, his fingers running through your folds. Playing with your puffy clit he starts slowly inserts a digit into you, your folds tightly squeezing his fingers “so tight….” He whispers into your ear “are you sure you’ll take my cock like this?” He glides his free arm across your face, his eyes loving yet sarcastic pity covers his face.

His finger working on you painfully slow as he leaves marks on your neckline. His length gets painfully harder as he fingers you, starting to grind on your thigh. He slowly inserts another finger his breathing ragged as he continues to finger you slowly, his other hand moving up to massage your breast. your breath heavy trying to speak while he mercilessly fingers your cunt. Scissoring inside stretching you out.

You moan out his name softly. “You feel so good around my fingers, baby. My little whore” His words are heavy with lust as he presses a soft kiss to your jaw before returning his attention to your neck and shoulders, nipping and licking softly. He can feel your pussy tightening around his fingers adding a third one chasing your high.

Your moans seem to get louder as his actions get faster, your hips bucking grinding against his fingers. You let out his name before releasing over his fingers as he curled them inside, the orgasm shaking you. You try to catch your breath laying there a bead of sweat trickling down the side of your face.

He gives you time to breath tasting you on his fingers, licking them dry. His body gets more tense as it seems his boxers now have a wet spot from his pre cum, he couldn’t wait any longer kneeling onto the bed and pulling your legs onto his tights “sorry baby, you look so Pretty I can’t take it anymore” he leans in, now in a missionary position and kisses you, the kiss hungry deep and sultry. You could tell how desperate he was

“You ready?” He lines himself between your legs, lubricating his tip with the remaining orgasm you had let out. You nodded eager for his cock to fill you up. As he slowly enters you realise how big his member actually is.

Stretching you out deliciously he groans feeling your tight walls around him “such a slutty little pussy hm?” His breath getting heavily, he would’ve cum right then and there “can their cocks stretch you this well” the pleasure distracts you from his malicious words. He goes on whispering sweet nothings into your ear as he finally fills you up balls deep.

He gives you a pause to get used to his length “says the man-whore” you finally catch your breath replying to his former words. He fumes with anger and starts to move relentlessly.

“Man-whore?” He huffs fucking into you his girth so mouth wateringingly wrapped inside your soaping pussy. He whispers sweet nothings once again, nicknames spewing out of his mouth sweetly.

“y/n if you, fuck- if you keep squeezing me like that I’ll cum inside” he groans and curses under his breath. He was addictive to you, you felt painfully pleasant his, face admiring your features. His girth creating a small outline in your stomach, his cock twitching at the sight.

Your eyes close shut as you get closer and closer to your orgasm, evident by your pussy tightening around him. He takes this as a sign to press on the outline around your stomach , causing you to whimper, the stimulation making you sensitive.

“Baby I’m gonna” his words get cut off by his groan

“Just- do it Baby” you nod your head allowing him to release inside you as you chase your high along side him. He gets cockier and starts to play with your clit, your words driving him. His movements get faster, slowing down at lass to release alongside you.

His juices mixing with yours as he falls on-top of you he slowly pulls out. Shifting beside you, cuddling you to relax.

“Why did you fuck around if you like me?” You start to question his actions. Looking forward to his response

“Cause I thought you hated me , I tried to get over you…” he paused “and also,I don’t just like you y/n love you” his words shook you, a smile forming after you pause “I love you too” you finally respond.

You turn to see he had passed out already, you could only let out a chuckle before kissing his cheek and snuggling against his arm.

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sebuckyverse · 1 year

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for a good time, call [2]

modern!rockstar!eddie munson x fem!reader

series summary: Eddie Munson is a burnt out rockstar, touring the country. When he finds a phone number written on a bathroom wall, he strikes an unusual friendship with a coffee shop barista who has no idea who he is.

warnings: 18+ cussing, m!masturbation, eddie jerks off, smoking, flirting, pining kinda, a cliffhanger, strangers to friends to lovers word count: 3,3k

an: part 2 guys! i hope you like it. don't forget to reblog or leave a comment :p don't come at me for the ending x_x ps! some of you couldn't be tagged :( say hi to Robin's lover @ceriseheaven

chapter one ♫ masterlist

chapter two ♫♪♩·..·

Eddie woke up to his phone buzzing continuously on his nightstand. Blinking the sleep away from his eyes, he reaches over to grab the device, the blue light far too bright for how early it still was, the digits on his homescreen reading 6.14am. He had three missed calls from his manager and two from his drummer. Eddie sat up on the bed and begrudgingly called his manager back.

''Where the hell are you, Munson?'' his manager, James, heckled.

''Good morning to you too,'' Eddie yawned.

''We had agreed to a meeting 15 minutes ago.''

Oh, Eddie remembered. It would be a lie to say he accidentally forgot to set an alarm. Who holds meetings this early anyway. ''Look man, I overslept. I'm tired and I don't want to meet. You can say whatever you want, right here.''

James huffed and puffed on the other side, before relenting. ''Ed, we need to discuss the future. Tour's about to end and we need to announce something sooner or later.''

Eddie could feel his nostrils flare. ''There is nothing to announce. Every normal artist takes a break after a big tour.''

''Well, you're not exactly normal, Eddie.'' Ouch, Eddie has a quick flashback to his high school days. ''Besides, you signed a contract with management for 60 shows this year. We're only half way there. That means, you need to do more shows later in the year.''

''I'm not doing shit. I'm burnt the fuck out, I need a break.'' Eddie bit back, his other fist clenched on his side.

''That sucks, but this is the business. You can take a break after you fulfill your contract, that was the deal and you know that. I'll have the team send out an announcement that the tour is extended.''

Eddie felt helpless, driven to a corner. He knew the contract he signed and the penalties that come with it if he broke it. That's not something he thought about when he put his signature on the paper - this was his dream, what he was born to do. The more time passed, the more bits and pieces of him went missing. Everybody wanted something, needed something from him. No one thought about what Eddie might need. If he was tired, he was being offered drugs to vamp up his system, get him going again. If he was lonely, there was a line of girls (and guys) outside his dressing room. He indulged in it for a while, but soon that wasn't enough either.

''Whatever, man.'' Eddie hung up the phone and stared at the screen, the light illuminating his sunken eyes, the heavy bags under his eyes. Almost in a haze, Eddie found himself searching up Wayne's number from his contacts and clicking call. The line rang a few times until it clicked. It was silent at first, until Eddie heard the distinctly gruff voice of his uncle, instantly filling him with warmth and the obvious guilt.

''Ed? That you?'' Wayne's voice was low, like he had just woken up which might have been the case, Eddie didn't even think about what time it was in Indiana.

''Y-yeah. Shit, I'm sorry, I-I didn't think about the time difference. Fuck you were probably sleeping, shit, we can talk later, I can-'' Eddie was rambling, embarrassed. It was awkward, he hadn't spoken to his uncle in months.

''Stop, stop. It's fine. Are you all right?'' Wayne interrupted before his nephew ended the call, losing him again.

''Yeah, of course.'' Eddie lied, and Wayne knew that but he didn't want to push too much. ''J-just wanted to check in, I guess.''

''Have you been getting my messages?''

''I have, yeah. Been busy, you know...'' Eddie replied quietly, his voice shaking. He wanted to explode, tell Wayne everything, he would know what to do. He always did. But Eddie wasn't ready to hear the truth yet.

''Are you sure you're alright, son? You don't sound like yourself.''

Eddie panicked. ''Yeah, definitely. Living the dream, eh? Look I, um, have to go. It was good to hear your voice though.''

''Ed, don't hang up-''

''Talk to you soon, bye!'' Eddie hung up the call and let the phone drop from his hands like it had burnt him. He walked over to the minibar and fetched a mini size tequila, downing it in one go, hoping the burn in his throat would distract him from the ache in his heart.

.•♫•♬•

It had been a fairly quiet day at work so far. Robin was currently attending to customers, taking their orders while you were sweeping tables and cleaning up the empty coffee cups, bringing them to the back and loading them into the dishwasher. It was only the two of you at the café today.

Robin joined you in the back, keeping an eye out for the front as well. ''Hey, I have a favor to ask.''

''Shoot,'' you shot back where you were arranging the cups in the machine.

''I was wondering if you could close by yourself today. Cherry's taking me to a concert today. It's a few hours away and we might be late if we don't leave sooner.'' Robin looked at you with pleading eyes. Normally, you wouldn't agree so easily, but considering the lack of business today, you figured it wouldn't be too much hassle. Cherry was Robin's... friend. They've really hit it off since meeting at the bar four days ago and to her credit, she did drag both of your asses home that night, so bonus points for that. It probably won't be too long until one of them gets on with it to make it official. From what you've heard from Robin, Cherry is super fun, adventurous, funny and can't keep her hands to herself, which you could've lived without knowing to be honest.

''Ooh, is this your first proper date?'' you smirk, getting up and leaning against the machine.

Robin's cheeks flush pink. ''Yes. I'm really excited!''

''Hmm. Of course you can go, I can finish up here myself. Next time you have to introduce us though, I mean properly. When I'm not wasted.''

''Thank you! I will!'' Robin pulls you into a crushing hug, smacking a kiss to your forehead.

''What concert are you going to, anyway?'' you ask when she pulls away to gather her things, ripping her apron off.

''I actually don't know, it's some rock or metal concert. Not my style, you know that.''

''Well, have fun!'' you shout after her, watching her leave through the back door. Thankfully it was only an hour 'til closing time, so you made your way back to the front and kept yourself busy until then. At one point, your phone vibrated with a new message in your pocket. You were surprised to see it was from your new friend with a fake name, Kirk.

06.37pm - Kirk ''Hi. How are you?''

06.38pm - Kiwi ''I'm good, thanks. What about you?''

06.38pm - Kirk ''I'm fine. Sorry I've been MIA, it's work.''

06.38pm - Kiwi ''That's okay :) What do you do anyway?''

It takes a couple of minutes for him to reply, making you wonder if you didn't scare him off somehow. That didn't seem like too personal of a question, you thought.

06.42pm - Kirk ''I work in entertainment.''

Well that was vague, that could mean anything.

06.42pm - Kiwi ''Are you a porn star? I've always wanted to meet one, I have so many questions.''

06.43pm - Kirk ''Not that kind of entertainment, sorry. What kind of questions though?''

06.44pm - Kiwi ''I'd rather not say. Do you enjoy what you do, though?''

06.46pm - Kirk ''I used to.''

06.47pm - Kiwi ''What changed?''

06.48pm - Kirk ''A lot of things, some that I wasn't prepared for.''

06.49pm - Kirk ''Listen, I have to go. It's work. I'll text you again in a few hours?''

06.50pm - Kiwi ''Sure.''

.•♫•♬•

Eddie was sitting in a car after the show, going back to the hotel. His hands were still clammy for playing guitar for 1,5 hours and his hair was sticking to his face. His eyes were closed as he focused on the motion of the vehicle moving. It didn't take long until he reached the hotel where he would be staying for tonight and climbed out, dragging his duffel bag over his tense shoulder and sauntered to the front desk.

Filling in his contact info, the brunette behind the counter batting his eyelashes when handing him his room card. ''Room 412, mr. Munson. If you need anything, don't hesitate to ask.''

Eddie gave the girl a tight lipped smile and grabbed his key card. ''Thank you.''

As he was standing in the elevator, he thought about how the girl at the front desk was basically offering herself to him yet it made him feel nothing. It was a scary thought. Was he this far gone? He couldn't remember the last time he had sex, or jacked off. The exact same time the elevator dinged when reaching his floor, like a lightbulb going off, Eddie realized that the only positive feelings or thoughts he's had in months, have come from interacting with you.

Reaching his room, Eddie threw his bag next to the door and kicked off his boots. He shrugged off his clothes, a trail of fabrics leading from he door to the bathroom. He took a quick shower and strolled to his bed, plopping onto the fresh sheets butt naked and dug through his jeans for a pack of cigarettes, fumbling around until the found the singular joint he had stuffed in with the regular smokes. He lit the joint and took a slow drag, humming to the familiar tangy taste, letting the effects of the drug engulf his overused brain.

Eddie sat on the bed in complete silence, eyes closed. He could only hear the water dripping from his shower. Opening his eyes, he didn’t have to cast a look down to see that he was hard, stiff cock nestled against the tiny pudge of his stomach. Which was to be expected, getting high always made him horny. It’s why he’s cut back recently too, horny or not, he just wasn’t interested in fucking random people anymore and his fist wasn’t doing it for him either.

Right now, however, he couldn’t ignore the ache in his groin. With a sigh, Eddie dropped on his back, feet anchored to the carpeted floor. Wrapping a tentative fist around himself, he gave a couple tugs to test the waters. It sent shivers down his spine, so he continued. Letting go for a moment to spit into his palm, Eddie pumped himself harder, squeezing at the base then running his thumb over the slit, rubbing his pre-cum over the head. His chest was heaving, eyes shut as sparks of pleasure washed over him. He moaned into the silence as the pressure in his belly became too much too quick and sparks soared into a flame as he came all over his fist and abdomen, thick thighs shaking in the process.

.•♫•♬•

You were now back at your apartment, scanning the cupboards for the forgotten pack of Oreos you know you had somewhere. Cursing under your breath, you settled on a glass of white wine and made your way back to your bathroom where the steaming bubblebath was waiting for you to jump in. You set your glass on the closed toilet seat where you could reach it and dropped your towel to climb in the water. You relaxed your head against the edge, your hair held up high and hummed along to the music you set up from your speaker.

It took about ten minutes before your phone dinged with a new message. At this hour, there was only one person who would be texting you - unless it was Robin with an emergency. But it wasn’t her.

01.12am - Kirk “Hey, you still up?”

01.12am - Kiwi “Yep, I’m taking a bath.”

01.13am - Kirk “This late?”

01.14am - Kiwi “I do it all the time when I don’t work the next day. It’s a routine.”

01.14am - Kirk “That’s cool. How was your day?”

01.14am - Kiwi “Slow, you?”

“01.15am - Kirk “Hectic. What do you do for work, by the way?”

01.15am - Kiwi “I’m a barista at a coffee shop.”

01.15am - Kirk “Make a mean espresso then?”

01.15am - Kiwi “Oh yeah, you should try it.”

The wine was making you a bit more forward than usual. He didn’t seem to mind, though.

01.16am - Kirk “Would love to. Tell me something about yourself.”

01.16am - Kiwi “Like what?”

01.17am - Kirk “Anything.”

You thought about it for a moment, almost dropping your phone in the water as the steamy air made your hands clammy.

01.19am - Kiwi “I’m an Aquarius, my favorite fruit is kiwi (surprising I’m sure) and my chosen past time is readying smutty books. Your turn!”

01.20am - Kirk “I was raised by my uncle and I love reading too, but I’m too scared to ask what smutty means.”

01.20am - Kiwi “Don’t even worry about it. Raised by your uncle, he sounds like a great man.”

01.21am - Kirk “He is. Where do you live?”

01.22am - Kiwi “Not sure I should be telling a stranger.”

01.22am - Kirk “I thought we were friends? :(“

01.23am - Kiwi “Fine, but don’t come kidnapping me. I live in New York.”

01.24am - Kirk “Despite my kidnapper look, I’m more of a wine and dine guy.”

01.25am - Kiwi “I might be into the kidnapper look.”

Oh shit, was that too forward?

01.27am - Kirk “Really? People used to call me horrible names because of my look.”

01.28am - Kiwi “I’m sorry, what did they call you? No pressure.”

01.28am - Kirk “Mostly just freak.”

01.29am - Kiwi “Well, I like freaky, so..”

01.30am - Kirk “I might have to test that.”

You were surprised how easily you fell into flirting with a complete stranger to be honest. You kept switching between talking about random stuff and flirting. You learned that he was kind of a nerd in high school, he used to play some board game you didn’t know and he confessed that his favorite band is Metallica (didn’t take a genius to figure that out). You told him about your childhood cat that went missing one night, how you started your job as a barista and what your favorite cocktail is. You thought about asking him about calling instead, as texting was pretty tiring but decided to leave that for another time.

You came out of your bubble when you noticed the water had gone cold, your wine glass sitting empty on the tile next to the tub. You wished Eddie a good night and promised to text him tomorrow. You quickly dried off, chuckling at your wrinkly fingers and toes and put on a pair of comfortable panties, jumping under the covers. Your eyes were at half mast but the sleep didn’t come yet. You were still thinking about Kirk, rubbing your thighs together simply at the memory of him. This hole thing was so unusual, you knew some things about him now, but had no idea what he looked like or what his real name was. You had a picture in your head, but it was vague. You didn’t imagine his face or his body, but more his aura, his energy. It might sound extremely naïve, but he gave off good vibes and he made you feel nice. As you finally drifted off to sleep, it was to the thoughts of him only.

When you woke up the next morning, the skies were gray and rain was tapping against your windows. That turned your original plans of taking a walk later today upside down. You checked the time on your phone, where it read nearly 11am with a good morning text.

09.16am - Kirk ''Good morning, I hope you have a good day. Let me know what you get up to :)''

You'd text him back later, as the grumbling of your stomach was a more pressing issue at the moment.

Once you were stuffed full of eggs, bacon and a glass of apple juice, you decided to do some fall shopping. You visited your go-to stores and ended your day in your favorite bookstore, sitting in the small café area sipping chamomile tea and taking a bite out of a chocolate croissant. Then you remembered you had an unanswered text.

2.14pm - Kiwi ''Hey, sorry for the late reply. Promise I didn't forget you!''

2.18pm - Kirk ''Good, I was starting to get worried.''

2.19pm - Kiwi ''Why, you miss me already? 😉''

2.20pm - Kirk ''Yes.''

You swallowed thickly at his admission. It was weird that he missed you, you didn't even know each other's names. It was weird that you were unashamedly flirted with him. It was weird, because you didn't mind it all. And it was definitely weird, that your tummy fluttered. You blamed it on the tea.

2.22pm - Kirk ''I'm sorry if that freaked you out. I like talking to you, a lot.''

2.23pm - Kiwi ''Don't apologize, I like talking to you, too. What would you think about calling?''

.•♫•♬•

Eddie knew this would come eventually, he had even thought about it himself. He was prepared for it, yet when the question came, he froze. He was rigid, like he was standing on cracked ice and he might fall in any second. He'd just come back from a radio interview, where he was grilled about any updates he might have. With a sour taste in his mouth and the fakest smile he could muster, he announced more tour dates and listed the name of cities they were going to play.

He'd grown more comfortable with you, texting you took his mind off everything else, it was something he was looking forward to more and more every day. He'd also be a liar if he said that you in a bathtub didn't spawn some inappropriate thoughts in his head. You seemed to enjoy his online company too. But what if you recognized him as soon as you heard his voice? Not that he was so presumptuous to assume everybody knew him or his music. What if you'd go googling his name? There are definitely things on there that he regrets doing, most of them even, and things that weren't true.

He was tempted to hear your voice, though. He chose to be honest.

2.30pm - Kirk ''I'm scared.''

2.30pm - Kiwi ''Of what? We don't have to, if you don't want.''

2.31pm - Kirk ''I do want to, really. I'm just kind of.. known.''

Eddie despised the word 'famous' or any other form of that.

2.32pm - Kiwi ''Are you famous?''

Cringe.

2.33pm - Kirk ''Kind of.''

2.35pm - Kiwi ''Are you scared that I might recognize you?''

2.36pm - Kirk ''Yes, I've done some things I'm not proud of.''

2.37pm - Kiwi ''I don't care about that. I know nothing about the celebrity world, so I probably wouldn't recognize you anyway (no offence).''

Eddie chuckled, he felt a bit better about this now.

2.38pm - Kirk ''None taken.''

2.40pm - Kirk ''Can I call you tonight?''

.•♫•♬•

You were lounging on your bed, legs crossed at the ankles with a new book you'd bought earlier sitting on your lap. You had been reading the same page for the last 15 minutes, your eyes sneaking looks at your phone, face down on the bed, taunting you. Thank God you didn't have to go to work tomorrow either, it was almost 2am.

You were waiting for his call. You figured you still had a few minutes to spare, putting your book down and swinging your legs over the side of your bed. Then the phone rang, your heart almost bursting out of your chest. You turned back and flipped your phone, seeing his fake name across the screen. You picked it up, the device vibrating violently.

''Hello?''

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cryptidcorners · 5 months

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Gardenia - Josh Futturman x M!Reader

Description: Being Josh's childhood friend, you never would have expected to see him appear by your doorstep after a month of radio silence. Though, in this particular visit, he's desperate to air out his true feelings before traveling through time. Unknowing if he'll ever come back to see you again.

Media: Future Man!Show

Character: Josh Futturman

Tags: Friends to Lovers, Established Relationship, Childhood Friends, Catching Up, Confessions, Light Angst to Fluff, Kissing, Romantic, Comfort, Sweet Stuff

Warnings: Arguing (+ about Josh ghosting reader), Foul Language, Mental Breakdown/Depression Mentions

read my TOS + Josh Futturman Masterlist

Dread twisted in your stomach like rusted wire, and your constant stirring on your mattress was robbing you of any justice of getting any variant of rest. Your eyes grew heavy, dangerously puffy from expelling your grief several dark hours ago. Though, it had only felt like seconds to you. Your thoughts raced like a wild flock of puzzled birds, breath hitching along with it as you slowly fell into decay.

Your gaze was fixed to your glowing digital screen, eyes fixed on your messages with your old friend, Josh Futturman. It had been weeks of endless radio silence, along with your desperate texts. You were more worried than upset if anything. You went to his house to drop off a game you had finished, but his parents said he wasn't there. Along with all the other days you had made excuses to stand at his doorstep.

His parents weren't liars, and they wouldn't deny you. They knew Josh and you were close. You even remembered Diane saying you were helping him in ways they had struggled to for years. Your lip quivered, so why would he leave?

You two only argued once during a blue moon, you shared so much in common and you swore every second was sincere with him. It had always been him, and it had always been you. Ever since you were kids you were inseparable, to the point others figured you were his boyfriend due to how close you were. It was ridiculous.

Yet, here you were, hunched over and dry with internal pain, thoughts still clinging onto the thought of Josh. You were starved to see him again. He understood everything about you, even with the design of your mind being incredibly complicated. Had you done something wrong? Had you offended him? Had he grown tired of you? Did he even like you?

Then, you heard your doorbell. The familiar tune caught you off guard, but it had made you fix up your wrecked expression promptly and sluggishly fix your clothes. You raced downstairs while catching your breath. You were too out of it to care who it was, but you weren't stupid enough to open it at random. You rested your forehead against the door, "Who is it?" you asked weakly.

"Josh," a familiar voice answered. Muffled, and seemingly distressed as well. You jolted up and needily worked your hands to unlock the door. Your face was brimmed with shock. It was him, but covered in bruises and sweat. His curls were lazy and messy, his eyes were wide and his chest was rising and falling rapidly. Still, his gentle tone made you weak, relieved. But also incredibly angry. "Hey." He said, "Long time no see?"

You struggled to collect your thoughts. "Yeah." Your eyes narrowed, "Do you want to come inside?"

"Please." Josh stated. You didn't say anything, and gestured for him to walk toward. As soon as you shut the door, he immediately opened his mouth and began rambling, "Look, I'm—, I'm so sorry I didn't talk to you." His eyes met yours, "Trust me, I didn't mean to leave you for so long." Josh stammered, "I was just, so wrapped up in something. And, I wanted to talk to you, but I couldn't, please, I didn't–"

You sucked your teeth, "Where were you Josh?"

"I–" his hands landed heavily at his sides, his face slightly appalled at himself. As if he were a dumbfounded audience. "I can't tell you."

"Why not?" You grew agitated, spilling out your gallons of binded frustration. "Why did you ghost me for over a month? Where . . . Where were you?" You breathed heavily, "I thought you hated me, or something terrible happened to you. God, your parents didn't even know where you were!"

Josh choked out a cry, "You don't understand. I didn't want to hurt you,"

"But you did!" You interrupted. "Josh, why did you leave? What happened?"

"I can't fucking tell you!" Josh shouted. "You wouldn't understand. It's too complicated!" You grabbed him by the shoulder before he could turn around, "No, I don't think you understand. How could you just go with no explanation? You look terrible. What are you running away from?"

"I'm sorry, I can't tell you." Josh winced, "I'm sorry, okay? Please, I had no choice. I didn't mean to leave you. I didn't do it because I hated you or anything like that, okay?" His breaths were unraveling, "Do you know how much I care about you? You know me. You're my best friend," a low whimper escaped your lips as you stated at him. The tension shifted, and you both gazed at each other longingly. "I love you."

"Josh." You released your grip. "Please, I, don't have much time. I love you, so much. I would never, ever, hurt you." His hands found your face, "I need you to know this." Something grew in your chest, and you brought your head forward. "I love you too."

You don't know who fell first, but you felt relieved once Josh kissed you. His hands scavenged across your back, and you dug your fingers into his hair. He hummed, body relaxing at the feel of you. Once his palm found its way under your shirt, you both collapsed onto your couch.

You were both crosslegged and smothered in each other, skin blazing as your love untangled. His hands found your sides and you were eagerly grabbing his collar to pull him closer. You swear you could see stars once he pulled away, trying to catch his breath. Josh held you close, face still red from the passion you had inflicted just a few seconds ago.

"Hey, I'm sorry." You whispered.

"For what?"

"For getting so angry." You frowned, "I shouldn't have gotten so pissed at something personal happening to you."

Josh cupped your face. You swore you could drown in his eyes, "Don't say that. You deserve to be mad at me, I left you. And it's okay, just . . . stay here with me." You cuddled up next to him with a sleepy exhale, smiling softly. "Stay."

Josh whispered, "I promise I'll make it up to you. In any way I can,"

#🎮 josh futturman #josh futturman #josh futturman x reader #josh futturman x male reader #josh hutcherson #future man #future man 2017 #guys im the first person to make a josh x m fic #r u proid of me???#writing #writers on tumblr

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teachmenari · 1 year

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20 Teach me! - again sometimes

Tighnari x GN reader

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632 words - 4 pics

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You stifle a yawn. Seems like the evening and your full stomach are getting to you.

Tighnari notices from the corner of his eye and turns to you. "Are you tired? Do you want to go home?"

"Ah- Sorry, I can usually stay up this late. If you want to stay, I don't mind-" you try to protest.

"I asked. I don't mind," he cuts your rambling off. Yanfei looks up from her endless stream of tofu.

"Y/n, if you stay here you're going to pass out on the table and drool all over it. Take the nice man's offer."

You try to argue more but Kazuha sends you a look saying 'I'm not sharing the ride home alone with Xiao for your stubborn ass' and you let out a defeated sigh.

"Alright, fine. I know my limits. I'll see you guys later."

You grab your coat as your friends say goodbye and head out soon after, followed by Nari.

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The quiet rumbling of the car makes for a pleasant background noise as Tighnari drives through the empty streets, your head resting against the window. For time to time, you sneak a glance at the man next to you. When the streetlights illuminate his face, you can see the light smile on his lips.

"So? What did you think?" You ask after a few minutes. "Of my friends."

He chuckles. "I'm more worried about what they thought of me, to be honest."

"Oh, they like you. They kept tweeting about every interaction the whole time." You give him a big smile and he laughs.

"Was that what Lumine thought no one noticed her doing?"

"Mhm. You didn’t realise when they took her phone the first time?"

He lets out a sigh of relief. "I thought I was getting ripped to shreds in the group chat."

You huff dramatically. "How mean do you think we are?" You say, gently nudging him with your elbow. He snickers. "Anyways, you still haven't answered my question. Thoughts on my friends?"

"They're very welcoming and nice," he says. "I think they'd like my friends. I know Collei and Ayaka are already hanging out, too."

"Right! I keep forgetting about that. My memory is failing me."

"That might explain your old grades," he whispers loud enough for you to hear.

"Hey!"

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The car stops in front of your apartment building and Tighnari gets out to open your door.

"Gentleman," you tease him. He winks at you and bends down in an exaggerated bow. You stifle a laugh.

"Thank you for inviting me," he says with a smile. "I had a really good time."

"I'm glad you did. I love my friends but I know they can be a bit much sometimes."

"Like I said, they're really nice. I wouldn't mind hanging out with you and them again."

"Oh, awesome! I'll keep you updated, then!"

A moment of silence passes, the cool evening air against your warm cheeks. You don't know if the red tint is because of the cold or blushing.

He then takes your hand gently.

"Do you mind if I hug you before we part ways?"

You shake your head, and he wraps his arms around you. You bury your face under the crook of his neck, noticing his subtle scent. You can't place it, but it smells fresh, like plants.

"Have a good night, flower."

Your eyes widen at the nickname and your cheeks feel suddenly warmer.

Tighnari ends the hug and waves before getting back in his car and driving away. You can only wave back, because you're 80% sure you would just end up stumbling over your words to hell and back.

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▪︎Synopsis ➤ You’ve been attending the Akademiya for some time now, but for some reason this year is harder than the others. You’re failing almost everything regarding math and science. Your biology teacher, Ms. Rukkhadevata, offers the help of Tighnari, her TA... Let’s just hope he’s nice.

a/n: finally the end of the evening....... but the start of something else??? 👀

#genshin impact #genshin smau #genshin impact au #genshin au #genshin impact smau #tighnari smau #tighnari x reader #tighnari x y/n #university smau #teach me! smau

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tizniz · 3 months

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WIP Wednesday 🌙

I'm currently off work for a couple days on bereavement leave, and very nearly isolated myself because of it and everything else going horribly wrong in my life. But @jesuisici33 commented saying taking care of my mental health is more important. And isolating myself, pushing aside writing...that isn't going to do me any good. So thank you, my dear.

And thank you to @hippolotamus, @liabegins, and @elvensorceress for reaching out in some way to me. I may have not said much or anything in reply, but I saw your words.

Also thank you to @theotherbuckley, @diazsdimples, @cal-daisies-and-briars, @loserdiaz, @spotsandsocks, @evanbegins, @daffi-990, as well as Hippo and Jesuisici who are already tagged for all tagging me in their amazing WIP Wednesday's. Go check all of them out. You won't regret it. (Also thank you for tagging me because it helped remind me that I'm not alone...and it helped. A lot. More than I can say.)

Cupid!Buck is going to continue to be put on hold indefinitely, because a part of my grief makes it too painful to work on it right now. I hope one day to be able to return to that universe.

So...here is something that is going to help me work through my many forms of grief I am experiencing this week. Enough of my rambling. Here you are:

The last thing Eddie is expecting to find upon venturing out for a glass of water at nearly two in the morning is Buck sitting in the dark on his couch. And yet, at the same time, Eddie doesn’t find it all that surprising. He grabs his glass of water from the kitchen, along with one for Buck, and then shuffles back into the living room. He places the glasses on the coasters resting on the coffee table, coasters that are slices of geodes because Buck had dragged Eddie and Chris to the museum last month when a new geology exhibit had opened. Chris got to learn about various rocks and gems. Eddie got to experience the pure unadulterated joy that always spread across Buck’s face that Eddie wishes he could capture forever and live in. They left with the coasters as well as geodes that Buck cracked open with Chris in the backyard before Chris had found a home for them in his bedroom. Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, Eddie allows his tired body to slump down onto the couch beside Buck. It jostles the other man, his body leaning further into Eddie’s, but he remains quiet. Which worries Eddie a bit, even through his muddled mind, because Buck never really did quiet. He could, absolutely, be quiet when needed. There were times where he had to quite literally bite his tongue to prevent himself from saying anything or making noise (that had been fun for Eddie to watch while on the phone with his parents one day, although Buck complaining about his tongue hurting is something he could have gone without). Or there were times where Buck got lost in his newest research binge, brows drawn together in such deep concentration, his tongue peeking out from between his teeth as his thumb scrolls the screen on his phone. But this silence…this silence was heavy. Melancholy. Off. Eddie yawns, dropping his head onto Buck’s shoulder, burrowing into the warm body next to him. It's late enough in the hour that he can get away with being like this. Without having to worry about explaining himself to Buck. Eddie likes these moments.

Tagging: whoever needs that nudge. Feel free to tag me if you need someone. Even if we've never talked. Tag me. 🩵

#eddie diaz #evan buckley #buddie #911 fic #911 fanfic #buddie fic #buddie fanfic

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thepeculiarbird · 1 month

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Find the word

Thanks @kaylinalexanderbooks, I like your excerpts !

Tag : @raiden-makoto @sarandipitywrites @jaelink @aalinaaaaaa @lyutenw @buffythevampirelover @nettleandthorne @finxi-writes @arwenschepers @corruptedbread @whimsical-blood-fairy @unrepentantcheeseaddict @kidukami @ryns-ramblings @rowenas-my-fave-child @mysticstarlightduck

Mine : new, clean, decide, system

Yours : shiny, anger, write, people

-New-

"Hey kid! You okay ?

I'm fine, I guess.

This shitty weather, I swear. Do you need to go somewhere?" There's no way I'm getting into a stranger's car! But it's too late, my girlfriend agrees and we're stuck between 4 doors listening to loud country music.

"My name's Christophe by the way! Are you new here?

Just passing by," replied Noe, as embarrassed by the situation as I was.

"You know, it's not every day that our little town has visitors. Is it going well?" Yes, of course! We risk being killed by a cult, but it's going perfectly! Noe reads my thoughts in my expression and shrugs.

"Let's just say it could be going better," the girl finally replies.

"Oh?" The man's curiosity really irritates me, but there's nothing I can do about it.

(A random guy who almost hit Madhi with his car)

-Clean-

(Sorry, I do not have the word clean apparently and looked for every possible synonyms, I used none of them. Guess my characters are not showering and doing the laundry)

-Decide-

(Not even that word ??? I wonder what words I use in my wip, I'm gonna pick "chose" instead ig)

I think back to the sheet of paper I borrowed from the two survivors of the cult. As we sit down by a fountain, I gesture to Madhi's bag and take out a sheet of paper that has yellowed with age. I quickly go through the lines of names of the victims. When I find the one that interests me, I show it to my friends.

You mean…" begins Madhi, covering his mouth with his hand. Danae looks in turn and her eyes widen in understanding. Noe, how long have you known?

Now, but I had my doubts.

That's why they* chose us! They must have seen your surname and noticed the similarity. François Khorchid…. right? I nod with a grim look on my face, Danae frowning so much that her eyes are almost invisible. But why? Why your father? Why would you want to get close to the son of a victim? Your father is dead and your presence won't change anything.

*the two women who used to be in the cult

-System-

(I apologise again, can't find the word and I'm getting tired, it's almost 11pm for me, I hope y'all don't mind)

#writing #project lmotr #writing community #writers on tumblr #writers #writeblr #project dgkotr #don't get killed on the road #“your father is dead”#Yea i think he knew that Dan

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nonuggetshere · 1 year

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Asked a question about one au, and got a mention of another au half off, a great deal if I say so myself. XD Speaking of AUs, now you have me intrigued about the arranged marriage AU that you mentioned. I would absolutely love to hear more about that as well if you're willing. -An absolute sucker for various outcomes of various situations known as AUs 🍂

SORRY FOR DISAPPEARING, I was too tired to comprehensively explain this AU LMAO

So anyway, this AU isn't actually that well developed, but that's fine because talking about AUs helps me brainstorm them and develop them further (FaaF for example was a WAAAAY different AU before I started telling my bestie about it) so this is very convenient for me (so yeah this is also the first time I'm talking about this AU publically, no tag for it yet)

Excuse my rambling, I'm pretty much going to brainstorm in this post LMAO

Originally, Petunia was going to be related to Vespa, either her bastard child or grandchild that she marries off in exchange for training the Pure Vessel, but I was very, very unhappy with this idea from the get-go. With how opposed Vespa is to the entire plan in the game it would have been very OOC for her to do this in my opinion, and while I am a big advocate for "canon is just a suggestion" and am not too pressed about accurate characterisation, changing a character only to prop up the other is the only thing I cannot vibe with. Truly, the only reason Vespa even came to mind in the first place is because she's the closest and most convenient bee royalty, which...isn't a great reason to change her Singular Canon Trait, in my opinion.

Instead, I think I'm just going to have to plop down another bee kingdom reasonably nearby Hallownest but not a part of it. This does mean I could get to explore Petunia's parents as characters, which I've been meaning to do for a while (I don't talk about her past often because it isn't fully finished, but her mother wasn't a good parent. It's something they and Flower bond over in main FaaF AU).

Pale King, looking for any opportunity to sharpen his Pure Vessel's skills, works out an agreement with them. Their "problem child" will be married off to his vessel and he'll accept them into his family and they will be treated as such even post-sealing, and in exchange, her bees will help train the vessel.

Although she's not a good parent and pretty much just wants an easy way out of her problems with her son, she still loves him in her own weird, problematic way. So she only agreed to this because she was filled in on the basics of the Pure Vessel's nature and with the promise that they're not actually alive, in her mind marrying Petunia off isn't a problem if the said spouse is barely above an object. In her mind, Petunia will still get to live her life and date and do whatever she wants and won't have the obligations of a normal political marriage because nobody's actually expecting her to be loyal to an object, but now she's not her problem but the Pale King's, and maybe the two of them can have a normal relationship now that they don't constantly bicker and fight.

This of course doesn't go according to plan.

Petunia's mother's opinions of her daughter and their relationship couldn't be further from the truth, and if she thinks dropping them off to be a part of some other family will fix their problems then she's deeply mistaken. Petunia is not the kind to forgive easily and she sees this as just another slight from their mother, that she demands that Petunia respect her and be nice to her but doesn't actually want to put any of the work into fixing her wrongs and their relationship. So this entire situation just infuriates Petunia, who hates his mother even more now, and on top of it they feel alone and scared in a new kingdom, surrounded by strangers - and man are the nobles here complete assholes.

Petunia and Flower meet as teens and are married off shortly after they both turn 18 and then Petunia moves to Hallownest. They share a room and everything, and at first, Flower is very, very unhappy about their arrangement. They didn't want to get married to this stranger, that wasn't how they imagined their wedding day, and now they lost one of the very few safe spaces for them where they could be themself and relax in private.

But the more they live together and interact with one another, Flower starts not minding Petunia as much. They're always so unusually nice to them, despite knowing of their nature. And, okay, they'll admit it, they're actually kinda cute.

Flower finally reveals themself to Petunia when they one day return to their room after training and find her crying on the bed. They want to comfort her somehow, she was always so nice to them and they want to repay them.

Instead, they damn near give Petunia a heart attack. On the plus side, he's not crying anymore? It's hard to cry when a supposed statue is talking to you

They eventually calm down, and then they're just bewildered, honestly

"Why- why would you reveal your secret to me?"

"Because you were sad, I hate seeing you sad... And also no one will believe you."

So after this, they actually start to develop a friendship. Flower can actually act like themself at the end of the day again, and honestly, it's actually kind of nice to be able to talk to somebody who isn't their little sister.

Petunia can vent to them about their life and they always listen and try to support her, and similarly, they finally have somebody who they can rely on and vent to.

Petunia eventually started going out with them and Hornet, and sometimes he even managed to convince the Pale King to let him take Flower along to the city whenever they didn't have any other duties.

Petunia eventually settled into Hallownest nicely with their and Hornet's help, and aside from occasional hiccup with their mother whenever she'd remember their existence and write a letter their life was pretty good.

Over the course of the next few years, they grew extremely close together and naturally eventually started catching feelings. Cue the good old secret romance. Petunia even tried to convince them to reveal themself and not be sealed, but he knew that if Flower's anything it's extremely stubborn and there was no changing their mind once they set out to accomplish something.

This all went to shit the second Flower's knighting ceremony goes awry

Instantly, Petunia's mother treats it as a break of their deal and demands Pale King return her child home and for the marriage to be broken. She of course doesn't ask Petunia's opinion even once. Meanwhile, Pale King is busy trying to, you know, save his kingdom, so he essentially tells her to suck it and wait until after he deals with more pressing issues because he doesn't have the time now to handle their divorce.

On the plus side, Petunia's presence does mean Flower feels more comfortable and safer around the palace. Their spouse is literally the last saving grace in all of this.

That's all I could think up at the koment

Though to be fair, I am not happy about this version either. It honestly would have been better if I could get the Vespa version to work, but currently, I have no idea how to do that. Aside from it being just way more convenient, I also greatly prefer political drama within Hallownest rather than bringing up a distant kingdom into this. So I guess if you have any suggestions, feel free to hit me with them!

#asks #thylacines can talk

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cheeto-flavoured-pasta · 10 months

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Incorrect Quotes Tag Game

OK, so I was tagged by @canadjester to do this game and I’m very excited. I have too many quotes for this, so I’m gonna have to narrow it down to a few per WIP (I made quotes for about 3 of my WIPs, I think.)

[Rules: Use this site to make random quotes for your OCs.]

1: APS

I haven’t said too much about APS on this blog, so this is less about the characters and more about the quotes.

*Pretty accurate for Michael, he’s a chaotic dude. Also, these next few are gonna be text-written.

*Iris teaching Michael how to drive and taking Talia along for the ride.* Iris: That’s a pot hole! To the left! Michael: Take it back now y’all *drives into pothole* Talia, sticking her face into the front over the center console: Cha cha real smooth. Michael: That’s not how the song goes… Iris, crying and gripping the handle: Please just take me home… Michael: Country roads. Talia: Take me home. Michael: To the place- Both: -I belong! Both: WEST VIRGINIA- Iris, crying harder: what the hell *A teeny bit OOC for one of the characters but it works

Talia: Hello, my name is Failure, and you're watching my life crumble into pieces. Talia: *waves her finger and sings like she’s in a Disney Channel intro*

Talia: Be right back, gonna hit the toilet for a quick power sob.

Cassian: If I stay in bed I'll be warm. If I get in the shower, I'll also be warm. But the distance between the bed and shower? No. That is not warm.

Cassian: Dracula had it right - sleep all day, live alone in a castle, and explode into bats to get out of all social situations.

Talia, holding up her class notes: And then this doodle of a burrito because when I first read Aristotle, I thought it was pronounced like “Chipotle”. Talia, in shock: Wait a minute, is it “Chip-o-tottle”? Caster: *facepalms*

Marie, seeing a banana on the car seat: What the HELL?? Marie, buckling the banana up: Buckle UP, it’s the LAW!

Alexander, washing the dishes: Who the fuck used this pan?? Alexander: Oh. I the fuck used this pan. Kazu: It was you the fuck. Alexander: It was me the fuck... Terrence: Who cooks rice in a pan? Kazu: Him the fuck.

2: Don't Leave (current side-WIP)

I at least have one excerpt of Don't Leave (yes, that's a shameless plug) so at least you could know some of the characters this way; y'all aren't just watching random people say random quotes...

June: Jamie, what are you doing? Jamie: Making chocolate pudding. June: It is four in the morning, why must you make chocolate pudding? Jamie: Because I've lost control of my life. Jamie: Here's your pudding, Kaguya. Kaguya: Oh that's fine, I'm not hungry anymore.

Kaguya: Last night I found out Jamie is a sleep talker. June: Oh, really? Kaguya: "The mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell." Right in my ear at 3 in the morning.

3: Devil On My Shoulder

Krish: Okay happy campers! If you were a fruit what would you be and why? Hector: I'd be a tomato because no one accepts me as part of the group. Krish: ... Hector: ... Krish: OKAY HAPPY CAMPERS-

Hector, sniffling: Calm down, I’m probably not sick. It might just be allergies. Krish: Okay, tell me this: are you like, really tired? Hector: I have depression, what do you think?

Aaaand for the last one:

Hector: Krish, you're testifying in an aggravated assault case tomorrow, and the D.A. is worried about how you'll present yourself on the stand. Krish: Why? I'm fine on the stand! FLASHBACK to Testimony #1: Krish: Look, I'll make this real simple so even these dumdums can understand. Krish, to the jury: MAN DID CRIME. FLASHBACK to Testimony #2: Krish: I'm sorry, could you make her stop doing that weird thing with her face? Defense Attorney, next to the crying defendant: ...Crying? FLASHBACK to Testimony #3: Krish: And when this is over, I'm gonna find you and I'm gonna break those little fingers. Judge: Could the witness please stop threatening the stenographer?

And that’s all, folks. Gently tagging @poetinprose, @hallwriteblr, and @ryns-ramblings ^ - ^

I’ve had too much fun with this

#Incorrect quotes #tag game #writeblr #writing game #writing community #writers of tumblr #quote generator

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sunlitlemonade · 1 year

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one line, any fic!

tagged by the absolutely lovely @shhhenanigans

pick any 10 of your fics, scroll somewhere to the mid point, pick a line, and share it! Then tag 10 people.

between silence and memories [Dick & Jason oneshot]

So he yearns and tells himself he is just fine being alone. And maybe he is.

But he belongs with the people who love him and the people he loves back.

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Here’s something even I don’t know - I don't know if he will let himself belong.

(okay sorry but I had to share more than one line from this one because fuck I'm so proud this fic. It was my first time experimenting in a writing style like this and I hold it very near to heart.)

while you wandered between worlds [Batfam Oneshot with the focus around Dick & Jason]

Even his father didn’t brood as much as Richard did these days. It was starting to worry Damian.

He has to know what this is about.

like dewdrops on a windowpane [Dick & Jason oneshot]

Jason loves to be a contrary little shit so he says, “No but the tightness is gonna cut my damn circulation off.” If he is saying this to keep the warmth close then it’s no one’s business.

Dick huffs but lets his hands rest around him, settling like a comfortable weight rather than a vice trying to keep him from running.

running to you (feels right) [Dick & Jason oneshot]

There are too many faces, too many voices, too much warmth and yet none of them are the face he wants to see, the voice he wants to hear, the warmth he wants to feel.

please just kiss already (preferably somewhere where i can't see) [JayRoy onsehot]

Dick wanted to scream and say, “There is a time and place, Roy, and this is neither,” and no he wasn’t talking about the mission. The time wasn’t right because it was physically distressing for Dick to listen to them flirt so relentlessly (cluelessly, might he add) and not have a break from it. The place was wrong because they weren’t doing this at least fifty miles away from him.

revivescere solis [I'm predictable, my loves. yes, this is a Dick & Jason oneshot]

Years of thinking he would never see his little wing grow and he came back taller than Dick.

(I wrote this while I was grieving. So it might not be the best fic I have written but man, it's important to me.)

what can i do to miss you a little less? [Dick & Jason oneshot lol. I made them so soft in this one, probably to the point of oocness but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I can be shamelessly self indulgent. As a treat.]

Eventually, Dick took a few shuddering breaths and straightened to look at Jason, “I’m sorry, you probably want an explanation-”

“First, you do not need to fucking apologize. Second, you don’t owe me any explanations."

tires and soulmarks [Dick & Jason platonic soulmate AU, the first chapter is out and the second (final!) chapter will be out once it's beta'd :)]

The kid's whole body locks up at that, and before Dick knows it, he's getting a tire iron straight to his stomach. Doubling over, winded and betrayed, he looks up and sees short legs trying to run as fast as possible. But, it only takes a couple of long strides, and Dick catches the boy's collar.

getting to know each other is a start [Jason & Duke oneshot, the first part of an ongoing series]

“I… It’s not a list of questions that I have. It’s like - we are supposed to be brothers, right? And yet, we barely ever meet or talk to each other. And I get it! You are busy and I don’t want you thinking I’m not happy with the occasional chat we have over the comms but you are my older brother and it would be really really cool to get to know you. Dick and Dami talk about you all the freaking time but it’s not the same as talking to you, you know? And-”

Jason kept a gentle hand on his shoulder, “Buddy, breath. You are rambling.”

getting waffles is the next step [Jason & Duke oneshot, sequel to 'getting to know each other is a start']

Because this seemed like the place that would disappear by daylight. Everything seemed distant. Faraway glow of lambent signs, half-constructed buildings, murmurs that faded with each step and picked up as soon as they went near a shop. Everything felt hushed.

thanks for the tag, dude!!! this was fun :D

and uhhhh I am bad with tagging but no pressure tags for @ace-kdj @jasontoddisrightfuckyou @greeneyesandfingerstripes and literally anyone and everyone who would like to play!!! tag me, I wanna see :]

#jason todd #dick grayson #roy harper #duke thomas #batfam #damian wayne #tim drake #cassandra cain #stephanie brown #bruce wayne #tag game

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cat-arsenal · 1 year

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im shaking the can

🔫 talk about lasko (please and thank you)

(Shall I tag you in the post(s) that will definitely be made after I have absorbed the audios I missed (mostly one of them?))

The irony of the struggle of loving a character who I see a lot of myself in is not lost on me! Traits I find endearing in fictional characters and other people I find annoying in myself so I'm working on that!

Lasko as a dude is so genuine--as, indeed, are all the DAMN Bois (eventually. Gavin)--and that's important to me. Babe has no filter, though, bless him, he tries. Darling, precious, beautiful chatterbox who knows things and wants to share those things with people and wants to know what other people know. He rambles and overshares and he's a little nosy but not in gossipy way, he just wants to know!

Had some bad childhood that probably made him even more of a gentle and caring person who sticks his neck out for strangers. Loves his friends! So much! Loves DnD and has far too many characters and dice (same).

(Certainly projecting-->) Autistic, ADHD, a little OCD and plenty of anxiety, imposter syndrome, insomnia, cold hands, Bad Posture, Some Kind of Gender.

I’m obsessed with the way any time something horny is brought up he’s scandalized at first, thinks about it for a moment, and then is like “yeah let’s do it.” He’s characterized, in an out-of-universe, as shy, but he also goes for it, you know? He can be so sly so suddenly and it always takes my breath away. Examples: 1) The fully-canonical first time he meets you, asks “which 7-Eleven?”, and then says he’s gonna go somewhere because he’s “thirsty.” Excuse me? Whore (Affectionate). 2) The end of his confession audio where he suggests you keep kissing him to help him stop swearing. Sir? Sir.

(Incoming Thirst)

His laugh? Heavenly. His whines? Immaculate. I feel like the amount that I’m into Lasko says Pretty Much Everything about me lmao like it’s a little embarrassing. I like the other dudes but fuck, man. IRL I’m Severely Asexual but this silly imaginary wind boy fucks me UP and I wanna give him the world. All the worlds. The horny and non-horny. I wanna give this man kisses and dinners and snuggles and vibrators and new ties and hugs and a place to rest, you know? I dunno. This is kind of incoherent but there you have it! There’s always more. The depths of my love for Lasko uhhh just keep goin’ but I am So Tired

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sakis-sweets · 2 years

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okay i'm FINALLY getting to the last of my requests, starting with the tadaaki x etsuji requested by @yansim-fan314 who i'm tagging bc i lost the original ask when i responded to talk about oneshots vs slowburn fics lol anyway HERE

Tadaaki remembered vividly the rage and confusion he’d felt the first time he saw Etsuji enter his gym. He knew how much the two of them had once scorned him and he hadn’t yet fully forgiven Etsuji for looking down on the martial arts club. Yet, for some reason, when he saw Etsuji’s eyes search for him, saw how he lit up once their gazes connected, Tadaaki’s heart raced.

Etsuji navigated his way through the maze of equipment and held up a hand in greeting. “Yo.”

Tadaaki held up hs fist in response. Etsuji closed his hand and bumped his knuckles to Tadaaki’s. “What’s up, man?”

“I think I wanna focus on my core today. What are you gonna be doing?”

“Legs. Sakkun says my kick isn’t as strong as my punch.”

“That so? I know you gave me shit for skipping leg day initially, but what if you just focused on training your arms? Then you could just put your all into your punches.”

“Yeah, and then I’d be predictable as hell. If my opponents know to expect a hook, they won’t know what to do when I hit them with a good roundhouse!”

Etsuji rolled his eyes. “I swear, you’re almost too thorough.”

“I seem to recall you benefiting a lot from my thorough training and advice over the past few weeks.”

“Fine, whatever, let’s just get started.” The two of them smiled as they each went about their routines. Though they didn’t always use the same machine, they were more than happy to spot each other when it became necessary. During this hour of the day, there was no time or place for all the complicated feelings that Tadaaki had.

However, that time had to come to an end at some point, and soon enough both of them had finished their planned workouts for the day. As the two of them went to the locker room to change, Etsuji groaned. “I really pushed myself today… I have no idea how I’m going to get through my sets tomorrow.”

“Sounds like you need a good soak,” Tadaaki advised. “Or a rest day. When was the last time you took one?”

Etsuji flinched. “I’m taking them okay? Look, I don’t even need my compression braces anymore. I’m fine!”

Tadaaki rolled his eyes. “Sure.”

“But that soak sounds nice… Oh, yeah! Doesn’t this gym’s membership give you a discount at the bathhouse near here?”

“Yeah, but I usually just go home so I can put some bath salts in…”

“Bath salts? What, you some kinda chick? Come on, let’s try this place out!”

Tadaaki’s whole body tensed. “R-Right now?”

“Yeah, you got something else going on?”

“Uh… I guess not…”

“Then come on!”

Hesitantly, Tadaaki agreed.

On their way to the bathhouse, Etsuji rambled on about sports news and his workout plans while Tadaaki listened. Maybe he was just tired from the workout, but something about this whole thing made his head spin. The idea of going to a bathhouse with Etsuji didn’t feel wrong, but it didn’t feel like it had felt whenever he went with his family or members of the martial arts club. Maybe he just wasn’t too keen on exposing himself to someone he’d hated until recently? Yeah, that had to be it. It was petty and childish, but it made sense.

“Watch out!”

Tadaaki felt a sudden jerk as Etsuji grabbed his wrist and pulled him from the street just as a car rushed past with its horn blazing. Tadaaki stared after it, not fully registering what had just happened. “Dude, are you insane?” Etsuji nearly shouted, releasing his grip on Tadaaki’s wrist. “How could you just wander into the road like that? You need to pay attention and not zone out when you’re this close to traffic!”

Tadaaki looked down at his wrist. His skin burned and tingled where Etsuji had touched it. It sent shivers up his arm to his back. Probably just because Etsuji had grabbed it so hard.

“Ugh, and my magazine fell out of my bag. Now it’s all dirty, and I was gonna look at it tonight…” Tadaaki looked at the magazine and saw a smiling woman dressed only in a bikini. Something settled deep in the pit of his stomach and clogged his throat. He knew Etsuji carried gravure magazines around, he’d even gotten used to it - why did it disgust him so much again?

“That’s… Chigusa, right?”

“Oh, you remember? Yeah!”

“She’s coming to our school next week, I think…”

“Really? Someone as famous as her?! Wow…”

Tadaaki balled his hand into a fist, focusing on the pain of his fingernails digging into his palm to stop his face from screwing up. “You must be really excited. It’s the chance of a lifetime.”

“Huh? For what?”

“You know, to get with her…”

Etsuji watched Tadaaki for a moment before breaking out into a big grin. “Ha! What?! Me and her? No way, dude, she’s like, way out of my league… and it would be so awkward, yanno?”

Tadaaki unclenched his fist. “What? You’re not gonna go after her?”

“Duh, of course not! She’s not someone I like like that. Maybe a while ago, yeah, but I don’t even know her…”

Tadaaki’s heart beat so hard he felt it would burst from his chest. Surely it was because that car had almost hit him. Or maybe his blood ran so hot just from the sight of a scantily clad woman. That had to be it. Because if it wasn’t, then…

“I-I just remembered, I have to study tonight! Sakkun said he’d boot me from the club if I don’t get my grades up, so…”

“Wait, you’re leaving?”

“Bye!” Tadaaki dashed off, leaving behind a very confused Etsuji. That night, he got the best cardio workout of his life. He was already exhausted, and he likely wouldn’t be able to even get out of bed tomorrow, but he ran and ran until he got to his home. He ignored his mother’s greeting and his father’s chiding and raced up to his room, nearly slamming the door behind him. His heart was still pounding and his lungs burned. As he desperately sucked air into his throat, feeling all the while like he was swallowing daggers, his legs finally buckled beneath him as he fell to the floor.

It was the relief that made him realize it. No, he’d known for a while now - it was the relief that made him stop denying it. He’d been so relieved that Etsuji wasn’t interested in pursuing his favorite gravure model, relieved that he wouldn’t have to endure an endless amount of jealousy even worse than what he’d felt just looking at her image on the cover of the magazine. It wasn’t the exercise or the danger that made his heart work so hard, it was Etsuji. Tadaaki grasped at his chest, trying to relieve the pain. He cursed and swore, but it didn’t make the feelings or the images go away.

He wanted Etsuji all to himself. More than any goal, more than any woman, Tadaaki just wanted to be close to Etsuji. He thought of his eyes, imagined his rippling muscles, how he pulled his lips back when he really pushed his limits and how sweat ran down his face, and he knew that his life was going to be nothing but difficult from here on out.

#yandere simulator #yansim #etsuji odaka #tadaaki sunada #etsuji x tadaaki #romance #I DID IT #sakkun refers to the martial arts club pres btw #OK I THINK I HAVE LIKE. THREE MORE TO DO. I'VE STARTED ON THE NEXT ONE ALREADY LEMME GET THESE OUT #WOOOOOO I DO LOVE ME SOME PAINFUL PINING #WOOT WOOT #ENJOY

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shslpunkartist · 2 years

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Ok that's it. That lil sis anon is now my HC interpretation of how 5 y/o Saria acts and you cannot change my mind about this. On another note, please don't apologize for that post there! It's rather intriguing imo!

I will admit that I had honestly expected the post to be a POV from Kurai or possibly even Morgana or System Keith if only because those three are the ones who often come to mind whenever I think of those with depression. Idek they're just my go-to for my mind.

But then I saw the "either Kurai or Pachinko" tag and was thrown off. Kurai I had expected but Pachinko??? I- Are we talking about the same one who would do stupid shit for fun without any care for his own safety since he's immortal???

I'm just- I had always known there is more to Pachinko than him being a chaotic horny feral goofball but holy shit. I never thought he'd have such intrusive thoughts like this. It oddly enough makes me like him even more? I mean, not that I hadn't enjoyed him before. This man is such a chaotic mad lad who does what he wants, often saying or doing shit that resonates with me so much (like man horny and wanting to have fun now despite being in public? Man doing this dumb thing because it just popped in his mind so he's just why not I'm bored? Or him just laying face-first on the couch/bed tired as heck and wanting to be cuddled with but doesn't want to say it and hopes people will somehow figure out just by looking at me? God such a mood lol), and I love and respect him for it.

Plus he's a good example of what would happen if you give a chaotic shitter immortality. Most ppl probably feel they should always be careful and considerate with this power, but Pachinko? Man will do shit out of spite because why the fuck not. Just amazing.

But uh anyway getting back on track here, I honestly never expected this feral goofball to have this side to him. I mean, I know you had shown us before there was him and the rest of the Punk sonas than them just being fun dorks, but still hadn't expected this level of dark thoughts from a chaotic bum like Pachinko. It makes me wonder, is Pachinko actually much sharper than people give him credit for? I mean, not to say how he acts is just a facade cuz it ain't but he's definitely not as dumb as he acts.

.... on another note, wow, I can't believe I want on a ramble over Pachinko despite that tag SAYING "either Kurai or Pachinko". I definitely overthought too much on this 😂

Oh nonono, that isn't what I meant! I should've specified better

They're talking about OTHER characters, not themselves. Sure, the "general message" can apply to them, but it's them telling the others that HAVE those intrusive thoughts to"keep quiet", which is just what those people tell themselves anyway

In order of those thoughts: Morgana, Roxanne, Cass, Keith, Leroy, Pico

They're thoughts each of them want to keep hidden, yet Pachinko (or Kurai) know about it. I'm gonna lean to Pachinko, mainly cuz Kurai doesn't curse at others, unless they're good buds

... also I just realized that maybe that IS what you meant, and I misinterpret. Idk anymore, I'm really dumb and I gotta read things 10 times before it clicks--

#Pachinko doesn't have those thoughts about himself. he also has no real filter #get him to that point and he can be very 'venomous'

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spiderlngs · 3 years

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Kinda like your Jon Kent imagine but with Jordan Kent when he’s trying to focus on one sound with her hearing and tries to use Sarah to focus but instead he hears the reader

FOCUS !

request !

pairing : jordan kent x fem!reader

after his run in with tag jones, jordan's been having a hard time controlling his new super hearing. tired of the noise canceling headphones he's being forced to wear to suppress his surroundings, he takes them off and tries to focus on a single sound. the first thing he can focus on? the sound of your voice telling him everything will be alright.

word count : 522 words ( again, so short! )

warnings : a swear word, talk of pain, and just a bunch of fluff.

a/n : hi there ! thank you so so much for this request, it's so cute and simple ! i hope you enjoy ! <3

today had been one of those days at school where you just couldn't focus on anything. not the teachers, or sarah rambling on about her new favorite song in the cafeteria. everything seemed to go in one ear and out the other.

you knew you shouldn't have been so worried, but when jordan had texted you that morning saying he wouldn't be at school, you felt your heart drop into your stomach.

you and jordan hadn't really labeled your relationship, but you were certain that you were definitely more than friends after he had kissed you the night of the fair. it had surprised the hell out of both of you, but you had never spoken about it again, fearing he'd say it was a mistake. you definitely didn't think it was a mistake, but you were terrified he didn't think the same thing.

"y/n, is everything okay?" sarah shoved your shoulder gently from her seat next to you in the cafeteria. she had a slightly concerned look on her face, and you could immediately tell that she was worried about you.

you nodded your head. "hmm? oh, yeah, i'm fine. i just didn't get a lot of sleep last night, that's all," you tried to explain to her, but from the look on her face you could tell that she wasn't buying any of your bullshit.

"this wouldn't have anything to do with the fact that a certain curly-haired boy isn't here today, right?" she asked you.

you knew you couldn't lie to your best friend, it was no use. "okay, maybe it does have to do with said boy. he texted me this morning saying he wasn't feeling well, and i just hope he's okay."

sarah let out a soft giggle at your extreme concern for your boy-that-didn't-have-an-official-title-yet. "y/n, i'm sure he's fine. he would've told you if something was wrong, right?"

you nodded your head. of course he would've.. right? the slight hesitance in your answer only made your nerves a million times worse. "i think i'm gonna go get some fresh air. i'll see you in english, okay?"

before sarah could even respond, your phone beeped. you pulled it out of your pocket and smiled as you saw jordan's name appear.

i want to try something.. you're not in class, right?

you texted back a no as you made your way outside, curious as to what he wanted you to do.

try say something you'd only want me to hear.

what? you furrowed your eyes at the message, but decided not to question it. "i'm deathly afraid of spiders, spider-man being the exception." you whispered to yourself.

you waited.

one more time.

you took a deep breath. "i think i'm falling for you jordan kent, and it scares the hell out of me."

nothing for a minute.

nothing for two.

i think i'm falling for you too, y/n. and it scares me just as much as it does you.

you had no idea how he knew what you'd said, but then again, jordan kent was filled with a million different surprises, ones that you'd never ever suspect.

#jordan kent #jordan kent x reader #superman and lois #kent brothers #s & l

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generallybarzy · 3 years

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not despite, but unconditionally.

an: written for my lovely lovely friend @softboybarzal who i love dearly so so so so much 🖤🤍💜 happy late asexuality day!!!! I hope this is everything i think it is and I hope it makes you feel all soft and happy because of it. I really put my heart in this one for you and everyone else out there who feels like someone won't love and accept them because of their sexuality. I love all of you sm and I promise you will find someone who cherishes you like barzy does in this fic.

tagging: @softboybarzal @fallinallincurls @matbaerzal @npatrickz @canadianheaters @selenophileangel @deleausvp @colecaufield @hockeyhughes11 @nazdaddy @barzysreputation @comphybiscuit @aboveaveragehockeyboys @ifiwasshawnmendesidslapmyself @petey-patty @starswin @heatherawoowoo

word count: 2.6k

After only a handful of months with Mathew, you already knew he was an amazing boyfriend- always attentive, but never suffocating, endearingly clingy and cuddly and soft, and the most caring and gentle man you had ever met in your life. Something you loved about Mat- but, god, how could you choose when there were so many things to love?- was how open he was to listen, to learn about you, to know you. How good the two of you were at communicating with each other, and how much he listened and made sure he understood what was wrong when you were upset. But, this beautiful talent of his came with downfalls, and that downfall- for you, anyway- was that you could never pretend to be fine around him. He knew you much too well. He knew everything about you.

Well, except for one thing.

So when you walked through his apartment door for your Friday night cuddles with a gloomy smile and a far-away look in your eyes, he knew something was wrong.

“Heyyyy, baby.” He bounced over to the door, always energetic, and grabbed your bag and coat from you. He bent down and lay a big smooch against your lips, smoothing a hand through your hair, and you subconsciously leaned into his touch. While he knew you always loved being near him, there was something so withdrawn about you lately. He smiled his comforting little smile, watching you with soft eyes. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, bubs. I’m just tired, long day at work, that’s all.”

It was a lie, you knew it and Mat did too. Maybe you were tired, maybe you did have a long day at work, but he could see there was something else there. Even so, he smiled softly and kissed your cheek, vowing to himself that he’d get it out of you after a bit of cuddling. “Okay. How about we go cuddle and watch some Netflix, ‘kay? I have a hoodie ready for you to change into in my room, and I’ll start the hot cocoa, okay?”

“Thank you.”

“Always.” He lay another kiss on your head before shooing you off to the bedroom to change. “Go get cozy, babe.”

The moment you stepped into Mat’s bedroom, you knew how this night was going to go. Mat’s room was all tidied up, the bed was made and the drawers were closed and his nightstand was de-cluttered, and while he wasn’t necessarily a dirty person, it was obvious he had cleaned up today, and you knew why. Whenever you would come over and see he had cleaned his room, he would later try to take your relationship to the next level by turning your cuddle session into a makeout session, and the only reason those makeout sessions didn’t become more was that you would shoot him down and say you were sleepy. Granted, you loved the makeout sessions, you loved to fall asleep on him, and you loved how understanding he was that you weren’t in the mood. You just weren’t sure if he’d be so understanding that you were never gonna be in the mood.

After you stripped out of your clothes and into Mat’s big hoodie and a pair of sweats, you opened the door to go back out to the living room, where Mat was fluffing some pillows up and putting on Netflix. “Hey, just in time!” Mat set the drinks on the coffee table and pulled you into his side and flopped down onto the couch, snuggling into you like you were a teddy bear.

“So snuggly tonight, Maty.”

“Only for you.”

The movie dragged on, at least thirty minutes passing with barely any talk between you. Your mind was racing with what you were going to tell Mat when he inevitably tried to make a movie and you rejected him again. He was going to be so upset, you knew it, he was going to break up with you right here. You didn’t want to think about it

Then, just like you knew would happen, you felt his lips against your ear.

You welcomed it, gladly, you always loved when he kissed you. What worried you was what would come next. You couldn’t keep lying to him about this, leading him on, you had to tell him. “Mat, baby, stop.”

"What's wrong?"

"Ah, I'm just… I'm too sleepy to do anything."

Mat was silent for a few moments, before sitting up completely, bringing you up to sit next to him. "Are you just saying that?" God you didn't want to have this talk, you didn't want to fight, you didn't want him to leave you. You could feel the tears in your eyes. “Oh, hey hey hey.” Mat scrambled to collect you, bringing his hands up to cup your face and wipe away the tears, kissing your face tenderly. “Please, babe, I know something’s wrong. It’s fine if you don’t wanna have sex tonight but like, this might make me sound like a dick but I’ve waited and tried again and again and I’m just worried. Is there something wrong? Is it just that you’re not attracted to me or...? What? I promise I won’t be mad, I’m just trying to understand, ya know?”

“No, I’m attracted to you, I promise. I just…”

“What is it?” Mat’s voice was quiet and gentle, his brow furrowed. He was genuinely trying to understand.

“I- You might not like it, Mat, and uh, if you want to leave me after this… if it’s too much for you, I’ll understand. I won’t blame you.”

“Hey, hey…” Mat tilted his head down to try and catch your gaze, his eyes gentle, his fingers even more gentle on your chin. “Okay, you know I’m not pushy, but babe, I’d never make you do anything you don’t want to, but I need you to tell me this. You’re worrying me.” Mat saw the hesitation on your face, the way you couldn’t meet his eyes, and reached out slowly. “Can I hold your hands?” He saw the way your hands reached out instinctively for his and took that as his okay to hold them, marveling at how small your hands were in his. “Take your time, talk when you’re ready.”

You took a few deep breaths, and could only bring yourself to glance up at him momentarily. You couldn’t delay this any longer. "Mat, I don't want to have sex with you."

His eyebrows furrowed in confusion and he shook his head softly. "Um, okay, yeah that's okay. I won’t push you to. We can wait as long as you need."

"No, no, I… I mean, like, ever."

"I… I don't understand"

“I’m uhh. I’m asexual, Mat.”

“Okay.” Mat glanced down to the floor for a moment, biting his lip and furrowing his brow. You could see the gears turning in his head, and you loved him so, so much just for trying his hardest to understand it. After a moment, he looked back up at you, gentle questioning in his eyes. “Okay, so, what exactly does that mean for you, specifically?”

You were taken aback. Never before did anyone ask you what your sexuality meant to you. No one ever asked where you fell on the spectrum, they just pushed you aside because all they hear was no sex, and decided you weren’t worth a sexless relationship. You were at a loss for words. “I just, I guess I don’t get turned on, if that makes sense? Physically, yeah, I can get aroused, but in my head, I don’t feel the sexual attraction. Trust me, you’re hot and all, but it’s just… nothing… clicks, down there, ya know? I don’t get the urge to have sex or anything.”

Mat nodded quietly, listening intently, so you continued. No one had ever given you space to ramble about your sexuality. No one had ever listened. And if he was gonna break up with you anyway, might as well get it all out. "I'm conflicted when it comes to sex, honestly, because I don't really want it or need it but I'm willing to do it for you if you really want it, ya know? I'm okay with making you feel good, but it just doesn't do anything for me."

“Well, if it doesn’t feel good for you, why would we do it?”

“It, it’s not that it doesn’t feel good. Well, for some people, it doesn’t. It’s a spectrum.” You saw Mat nod, and it made your heart swell how much he was willing to listen. “Some people hate sex, some people are okay with it, some people like it, we just don’t… necessarily need it. I’m okay with it, sometimes. I’m sure it wouldn’t feel too bad if I was doing it out of love, for you, but I just… don’t need it. I would do it for you, to make you feel good, ya know? But it doesn’t do anything for me.”

“So, that’s what was bothering you so much?”

“Yeah.” Mat was silent, his eyebrows furrowed up in thought. You could feel the tears coming back, even though Mat was so willing to listen, you knew he wouldn’t be willing to stay with you and give up something he wanted as much as sex. "I just, I know you want to have sex, and I just… I knew I needed to tell you, but I was trying to delay it because I just... I love you so much and I don’t want to ruin that. I know you want sex and I can’t promise you that, and I just…” Tears were streaming down your face now, and you could hear Mat frantically hushing you. “I just really really don't want you to leave me because of this."

"No no no baby, don't cry.” His arms surrounded you quickly, cradling you close against him. Your nose found the crook of his neck, settling there against that comforting scent that was just so him. His warmth surrounded you, you could feel his heart beating against your chest, his arms heavy around your back, keeping you close, and you felt safe. “Shh, baby. Please don’t cry over this. Please. I love you.” He lay kiss after kiss on your face, soft little pecks all over your wet cheeks. “I love you.”

“But you’re gonna break up with me, aren’t you?”

“No!” He leaned back from the embrace, keeping his arms tight around you and catching your eyes with the most serious look you’d ever seen in your relationship. This was the first big, serious talk, after all. “Let’s get that into your pretty little head first, okay. I’m not breaking up with you. I. Am not. Breaking up with you. Ever. Tell me babe, what am I doing?”

“Not breaking up with me.” You smiled tearily and he beamed down at you.

“That's right, you're stuck with me." His lips fell to a tiny half-smile. "Listen, I love you, and we’re not breaking up. But, I don’t want you to think that you’re holding anything back from me. You’re not. It’s not that “you don’t wanna have sex, but I guess I can still love you despite that”, alright? It’s not that I still love you despite your asexuality, or even though you don't want sex. It's that you're asexual and I love you. Two. Independent. Facts.” He punctuated each word with a kiss on your forehead, his hands cupping your cheeks gently. He tilted his head then, glancing towards the ceiling as he thought over his word. “Okay, that might’ve been a little confusing but hang in there for me. It’s that… You don't want to have sex and you're my girlfriend and I respect that. Saying I love you despite this makes it seem like your sexuality is something I should have a problem with, but it isn't. It's another part of you, and I love you. All of you. My love for you isn't dependent on the idea of us having sex, okay? What's that “U” word I’m thinking of? For when I love you no matter what?"

Your throat was tight and your voice shaky as you sputtered out. "You, um, you mean un- unconditional?"

"Yeah. Yeah. I love you unconditionally, okay? I love you for more than just sex. You're more than that... We're more than that, okay? A lot more. We’re all those dumb inside jokes we have that no one else is allowed in on, we’re weekly movie nights with hot chocolate and snacks. We’re hugs and kisses and cuddles on the couch after one of us had a bad day. We’re those shy kisses while surrounded by my teammates after we see each other on the concourse after a game, and me showing up at your work with lunch and embarrassing you in front of your coworkers, going out with all of our friends, and sneaking away to talk on the roof when the lights and the noises get too overwhelming. We’re about supporting each other in life, no matter what. That’s us. Sex doesn’t matter. If you decide later that you wanna try sex, I’m okay with it. If you’re okay with oral but no penetration, I’m okay with that. If you wanna touch me but don’t want me to do anything to you, I’m okay with that. If you decide you don’t want any type of sex ever, I am a hundred percent okay with that too. You know why? Because you’re so worth it.”

“Mat...” As much as you wanted to believe him, there was something nagging away at you, saying of course Mat wants sex, he’s hinted at it before, and what attractive young man like him wouldn’t? “Are you sure? You might be giving up sex for the most part.”

"I’m a hundred percent sure. No, no, a trillion percent. Trust me. As long as I can stay here with you and cuddle you and love you and be with you, I'll be happy. Forever. Five-ever." He poked your cheek cutely, and a smile finally broke out on your face, prompting a stunning smile from Mat as well. “I promise you.” He leaned in again and pressed his lips to yours, passionately and with a smile, knowing that finally, you were comfortable again. “And I’m a big boy, I can get myself off if I need to. Promise.”

“Mat!” You pulled back from him with a laugh.

“Hey, seriously! I don’t need you to do anything for me you don’t want to. I wouldn’t be a very good boyfriend if I forced you into stuff, would I? I’m completely fine going without, forever if I need to.” You buried your face in Mat’s chest, breathing in his cologne and soap, trying not to cry, this time not out of anxiety, but happiness. “I never want you to be scared to tell me anything, okay? I’ll promise you, I’ll always listen.” Mat squeezed his arms around you and lay back on the couch, pulling the blankets up around you and tucking you in tight against him. You snuggled down against him, your heart swelling with the absolute love Mat was willing to give to you. You couldn’t believe you were lucky enough to have him.

“Thank you so much.”

“You don’t need to thank me. I would never break up with you over something like that. Never. Now, how about we get back to the movie, huh? I’ve had enough serious talk tonight.”

“I love you, Maty.”

Mat smiled, his heart pounding against you. He smiled, knowing this was it for him. He smiled at the thought that he was lucky enough to call someone as amazing as you his person, his better half, the person he loved the most in the world. Sex wasn’t even a small price to pay. It meant nothing to him, sex wasn’t even on his mind, as long as he could stay in moments like these with you, forever. This was truly, honestly, all he needed.

“I love you too, baby. Unconditionally.”

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sunsetcurvecuddles · 3 years

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If you're still doing the prompts you should do the gang (alex, julie, luke, reggie) and (platonic) cuddles!!! (I'm so soft for them and have read every jatp fic tagged platonic cuddles KFKZKDKD)

you know what ask and you shall receive. i wanted to write core4/juke cuddles today so here’s a mindless piece with cuddles and nothing else.

sit tight like bookends // 1.5k words // ao3 link in reblogs!

Luke’s kind of having a terrible day.

It’s not terrible for any reason. He’s just grouchy. For starters, he misses being alive. It’s nice to be able to touch Julie now, and to occasionally be visible to people with her help, but it’s not the same. On a day like this in the past, he might have gone for a hard run, just to sweat and feel his heart race. Or maybe taken a nap. Or eaten a bunch. He knows ghosts don’t get hungry, but he misses being able to eat just for the sake of it sometimes, for the comfort of warm food on a cold day.

Not that he can feel the cold anymore either. But whatever. You get the point.

So he's having this terrible, grouchy day, and he ends up spread-eagled on Julie's bed, even though he knows he's not meant to be in her room. It just sucks how long she's gone at school every day, and he knows he's not supposed to visit her at school even more than he's not supposed to be in her room. He's not even prying through her stuff this time! He's just innocently feeling sorry for himself.

Even with his eyes closed, he can feel and hear the presence of someone else poofing into the room. Then he hears Alex's voice, "Dude, you know you're not supposed to be in here when Julie's not home."

Luke cracks open one eye. Alex is standing with his hands in his pockets, but his shoulders aren't all up against his ears like they get when he's anxious. More than anything, he looks that particular, Alex-brand mixture of irritated and concerned, eyebrows raised, lips pressed together, eyebrows furrowed. "C'mon, man. What gives?"

Luke sighs, long and dramatic, and snaps, "I don't know, okay?!" mostly just because in the moment, it feels good to be a little terse. Then the moment ends, and he feels bad, his stomach turning all tight and guilty. "Sorry, Lex," he groans, dragging his hands over his own face and then keeping them there, so he doesn't have to see Alex's expression melt into that other Alex-brand look, the one where he's halfway between knowing and affectionate. Somehow, that face is worse than the irritated-concerned one. "I'm just... I dunno. I don't wanna be a ghost any more. And I miss food. And Julie's still not home. Today sucks."

"That's fair enough," says Alex, like he always has when Luke is whinging for no reason, because Alex only ever tells him to shut up or be reasonable or quit whining when he's really being ridiculous, and Luke appreciates that, that Alex knows when to let him ramble but knows when enough is enough. Luke feels the mattress move as Alex sits on the end of the bed. "Like, you shouldn't be such an asshole about it—" Luke can't help but smile at that, knows Alex is grinning too without even looking "—but it's still fair." A moment of silence. In his mind's eye, Luke can see Alex staring into the carpet like it holds some answers for him, thinking hard enough it basically counts as a workout. "Is there anything I can do to help?" Alex asks eventually, soft. He means it.

Luke shrugs. It's nice in this dark little cave he's created with his hands. "I don't know, man."

"Okay," says Alex. The mattress shifts more under Luke. Then, Luke feels his right side glow with warmth as Alex lies down beside him. Sometimes he wonders if since they became ghosts, he can actually feel his boys' auras, or something, because he's sure this sense of care and steadiness didn't radiate off Alex quite like this when they were alive. Maybe it's been since the Orpheum, actually. Luke can't really remember. "C'mere," Alex encourages him. "I'm good for hugs today, if you want some."

Maybe once upon a time Luke would have pretended not to be eager, but even then, he would have done a bad job, and now he doesn't even bother with the act. Immediately, he takes his hands off his face, blinking against the return of the light as he turns to Alex, flings an arm across Alex's chest and a leg over Alex's hip, snuggling up tight until he's plastered to the side of Alex's body. Alex just laughs, quiet, extends his arm out so Luke can pillow his head on Alex's shoulder, one hand coming up to mess up Luke's hair even more than it already was.

For a moment, they lie there together, Luke relaxing until he feels more and more like his body and Alex's body are synced, breaths coming in and out at a similar pace. The bitter, jittery feeling in his spine eases back, lets go of his tongue, so he feels less likely to bite at whoever comes close.

Which is good timing, because there's another whoosh, and this weight lands behind him, on the bed as soon as they arrive.

"You guys are cuddling without me?" Reggie says, but he doesn't sound upset. In fact, he sounds delighted that there's cuddling happening, period. There's scuffling, and then two thuds, because Reggie knows better than to let his shoes touch Julie's bed, and then Luke feels a different warmth, sweeter than Alex's, more caramelised, and Reggie spoons against Luke's back, his nose burying into Luke's neck and one arm laying all the way over him to rest on Alex's chest.

"We were cuddling without you, because Luke was being a miserable grouch, but we've been interrupted," Alex says primly, and as Luke manages a mildly offended hey!, Reggie laughs, not phased at all. Luke can feel it as it vibrates from Reggie's chest to his own back, the tangibility of his joy making Luke feel warm from the inside. Reggie and Alex start bickering over the top of his head, and he doesn't really pay attention to them. Some part of him is trying to string some lyrics together, about being warm, about being able to feel someone else laughing because they're pressed so closely to you that their happiness feels just as much your own. But he's not quite sure what he's trying to say, yet.

They're still there when Julie gets home from school. Luke hears the door open and close, feels Reggie go tense, like he's worried they're going to get yelled at. But Julie only sounds kind of exasperated when she says, "Seriously, guys? Boundaries?"

"Luke's having a bad day," Reggie explains right away.

"Not anything serious," Alex corrects him, "just in a bad mood."

Luke nods and wriggles a bit between his boys, sits up so he can look at Julie properly.

The feeling of his heart in his mouth when he sees her will apparently never stop. She looks tired and ruffled from her day at school, hair a cloud around her face where he can see she was running her fingers through it as she thought in class, skirt crumpled at the hem where she would have wrinkled it in her fist, rubbed the fabric between her fingers. She dumps her backpack on the carpet and offers him a grin, and he can't remember what in the world he could have been grumpy about. If being a ghost brought him to her, being a ghost is awesome.

He looks around at the bed and realises they're going to have to rearrange, but Alex and Reggie seem on the same page at the same time, because they're his favourites and he loves them and he wants them close to him always. They move, adjusting and shuffling around, until a spot for Julie appears in between Alex and Luke. With a relieved sigh, she flops down, and Luke might be fooling himself, but he thinks he feels her energy, too. It's softer than Alex or Reggie, enveloping, like warm water scented with something beautiful.

She leans over Luke to kiss Reggie's forehead hello, then kisses Luke on the mouth (she tastes like the cherry bubblegum Flynn always carries around), then she turns to kiss Alex on the cheek. "I have homework to do later," she says, but it comes out a little garbled as she surprises herself with a yawn. Luke, Alex and Reggie exchange a fond look over the top of her head — she'll be asleep before she knows it. Alex nods his head at the clock on her desk and mouths I'll wake her up, because Luke and Reggie both have absolutely zero time perception.

Luke wraps his arms around Julie's waist and holds her close to him, and she settles in, Alex curling up to hold her from behind while Reggie moves up a bit, so he can press himself to Luke and run his hands gently through Julie's hair at the same time. Their different kinds of warm all stitch themselves together, weaving over Luke's body like a blanket, like a shield. All that's wrong with the world is on the other side, kept away from him by Alex's fingers rubbing little circles into Luke's side, by the feeling of Julie's chest rising and falling with her breaths, by the movement of Reggie's arms over his head. By all of them curled as close to him as they can be.

Luke's day isn't so terrible after all.

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