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mrsriddlenott · 4 months
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12 Days Of SmutMas
18+ Only!! My first Fic Event!!!!!
I am literally so excited to do this bc I wanted to do an October/Halloween event but didn’t have the time so I hope you guys are excited with meee!!!!
These fics will start coming out on the 5th and 6th, (I’m giving the first 4 days to see what requests I get), then every other day until Christmas Eve with the last one coming out on Christmas Day👏👏
[Requests Closed]
1. First Christmas ~ James Potter 12/5/23
Summary: You and James have your first Christmas in your new flat together. You two have fun buying new decorations and deciding where they’ll go while getting distracted in every room you put them in.
2. Christmas Movie Marathon ~ JJ Maybank 12/6/23
Summary: You, JJ, and the Pogues spend Christmas together in the chateau watching all your favorite holiday movies, until your mischievous boyfriend gets bored and wants to distract you as well.
3. Family Christmas ~ [closed] Theodore Nott & Mattheo Riddle 12/8/23
Summary: Theo brings you and Mattheo to his family’s Christmas dinner for the first time making you a nervous wreck, desperate to make a good impression. The boys notices your anxiety and decide to help you with your nerves in Theo’s bathroom before you eat with his family.
4. Santa Clause Is Coming To Town ~ Klaus Mikaelson 12/10/23
Summary: When Klaus mysteriously returns from New Orleans, the Mystic Falls gang worries about what he’s planning, though his only plan is to convince you to join him for Christmas in The Big Easy, by any means necessary. Starting with lavish gifts, attention, and affections, and ending with his mouth wherever you wish it.
5. Decorate With Me ~ [closed] Mattheo Riddle 12/12/23
Summary: Alpha!Mattheo is too lazy to decorate the house for the holiday’s, thinking it useless, you however entice him to decorate one thing at a time as you strip for him, teasing him and escaping his grasp until all that’s left to do is place the ornaments on the tree, leaving him to decorate you.
6. Secret Santa ~ bsf!Sirius Black 12/14/23
Summary: Sirius gets your name for Secret Santa and decides to prank you by having you open a dildo in front of all your friends. However, he’s shocked and flustered when you jokingly say you’re grateful and you’ll need it since your sex life is stale. In private, Sirius tells you he’d like to change that.
7. Stocking Stuffers ~ [closed] Mattheo Riddle & Theodore Nott 12/16/23
Summary: Insanely horny Mattheo and Theo help you decorate for Christmas in your cute holiday themed outfit and hear you refer to putting gifts in their stocking as needing to stuff their stockings, and can’t help but get distracted by the idea of stuffing your stickings with a gift too.
8. Scrooge ~ Rafe Cameron 12/18/23
Summary: Rafe never had much Christmas spirit, luckily his girlfriend absolutely had enough for both of them. Conflicts ensue as you attempt to get him festive, and when he wakes up in a sour mood on Christmas of all days, you’re not having it, giving him a Christmas gift from under the sheets that makes him the most jolly mother fucker in Tanneyhill.
9. You Ruined The Surprise ~ [closed] Anakin Skywalker 12/20/23
Summary: Emperor!Anakin walks in on you wrapping his gifts on Christmas Eve, making you fear the holiday to be ruined, but he reminds you he still gets to wait and unwrap his favorite gift under the tree, you. Leading to a long night of teasing until he can finally unwrap his gift in the morning.
10. Office Party ~ boss!Bucky Barnes x Reader 12/22/23
Summary: Your job’s annual Christmas party is approaching and for the first time since your recent divorce, you will be without a date. Unbeknownst to you your boss and mentor will be facing the same issue, leading to an unforeseen Christmas gift with many consequences.
11. Gingerbread Men ~ [closed] Lorenzo Berkshire 12/24/23
Summary: Dark!Enzo happily helps you decorate your Christmas cookies, laughing as you decorate gingerbread men to look like each other to eat. Enzo jokes that your homemade cookie tastes amazing but no where near as good as the real you, leading to kitchen shenanigans.
12. Christmas In Bed ~ 🎄🎁 12/25/23
Your Last Gift Will Be Opened On Christmas Day☺️😁
Please send Character Requests from any universe 👇below👇 for any of the prompts that are free. I am better at writing m&f smut but I am entirely welcome to any other pairing if I think I’m capable of writing it, poly couples are welcome!!
- HP Universe (any era, fanon&canon characters)
- TVD Universe (any of the 3 series’ characters)
- TWD Universe (main&FTWD characters pref.)
- Outer Banks
- The Umbrella Academy
- Star Wars (main&prequel trilogy pref.)
- Teen Wolf
- Stranger Things (will not write for the main kids)
- Supernatural
- MCU
Requests for this event are open until all free prompts are filled. Please include what relationship the character will have with the reader and the number of the prompt you want them to fill!!
- My Relationship/Smut Request Guidelines -
✅Best Friend x Reader
✅Bsf’s Sibling & Sibling’s Bsf x Reader
✅Friends W/ Benefits
✅New Step Sibling x Reader
✅Teacher/Professor x 18+ Reader
✅Alpha x Omega
✅Dominant x Submissive (hard&soft smut, I’m not good at writing Dom reader but I will try)
✅Power Imbalance (examples: boss,leader,blackmail,corruption kink, etc.)
✅Dark!Character x Reader (examples: obsessed,possessive,criminal, etc.)
❌Real Ince$t
❌Be$tiality
❌Minor x Adult
❌Non/Dub Consent
❌Cheating on or with Reader
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bosbas · 3 months
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Chapter 12: did you wish you'd put up more of a fight?
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pairing: benedict bridgerton x best friend!fem!reader WC: 4.1k words
Warnings: period-typical gender roles, idiots in love being idiots in love, mutual pining, physical altercation (nothing serious but a few mentions of blood), mentions of sex if you squint, benedict being so so stupid
Summary: You and Benedict have been best friends since childhood, but things change dramatically once you come out in society. You’re struggling to find someone you’re as compatible with and who knows you as well as Benedict, all while trying to quell your ever-growing feelings for him. Shenanigans ensue.
A/N: guys idk anything about physical fights sorry if this is super unrealistic LMAO
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August 12, 1814 - But, dear reader, I cannot fail to mention the upcoming gathering hosted by the Bridgertons at Aubrey Hall. Those lucky enough to receive an invitation are surely busy preparing for the eventful trip ahead. Every year, the Bridgerton country party proves to be an excellent hunting ground for ambitious mamas with daughters of marriageable age. Will this year's party bring forth new proposals? Whispers around the ton indicate that a certain Bridgerton brother might propose to Miss Y/N Beaumont, and that would certainly be the news of the season. Fear not, for this author shall keep the ton abreast of any and all developments.
"I beg your pardon?" he spoke, tone low and venomous as he breathed heavily. "What the bloody hell did you just say?"
Benedict saw you exchange a nervous glance with his older brother and his blood boiled at the sight. It was him you should be exchanging glances with. Not Anthony, of all people. He could hardly believe it. In fact, he didn't believe it at all. This had to be some sick joke, some cruel prank that you and his brothers and perhaps even your brothers had all been in on to rag on him for disappearing to the countryside for a month and a half. He desperately wanted you to burst out laughing and start making fun of him for believing that you and Anthony were to get married. But as the seconds ticked by, it became more and more unlikely that this was the case.
Interrupting your prolonged eye contact with Anthony, you looked down at your hands anxiously. This was not how it was supposed to go. There was no nature walk, no time alone with Ben, just an angry Benedict standing at the door to Anthony's study, waves of fury rolling off of him. A small part of you had hoped he would be angry, yes, but now that you were seeing him, unmoving, you wanted nothing more than to disappear from the room. You wished Ben had come ten minutes earlier, where you would have greeted him with a hug instead, feeling his strong arms make themselves at home as they wrapped around you. Benedict was not often angry, especially not at you, but when he was, he usually voiced his displeasure quite loudly to anyone who would listen. However, knowing he was standing there, stock-still and seething, you weren't quite sure how he was going to react.
"How much of that did you hear, exactly?" you asked meekly, trying to gauge how much damage control you would have to do. You kept your gaze firmly on your hands, unable to meet his eyes and slightly fearful of his silent anger.
"Enough to know that my brother is the man you're marrying," Benedict responded, sounding angrier than he was when he first walked in, if that was possible. "I see it's been quite a productive season," he added in a clipped tone.
Your head snapped up at his last comment. You felt Anthony tense beside you as he felt your anger rising, but you didn't care. How dare Benedict blame you for finding a husband after he so unceremoniously walked away from you? Meeting Ben's intense gaze and flinching as you practically felt the daggers shooting from his eyes, you yelled back, "What did you expect, Benedict? You walked away from me and I did exactly what you wanted me to do. I found a husband. I don't know what more you want from me."
Try as you might to keep your voice strong, a wobble at the end had betrayed your true feelings. You had sounded more pleading than anything, but you were beyond caring. You were absolutely crushed, and you could see that Benedict was hurting as well. After years of looking into his eyes, you could recognize that he, too, was hiding sorrow behind his anger. Trying to remain composed, you bit the inside of your cheek as you felt Anthony reach over and place a comforting hand on your shoulder.
"I didn't–" started Benedict, unable to continue once he saw Anthony's hand on you. It was true, then. The courtship. Or the proposal. Or whatever else you two had been doing while he was in the countryside five seconds away from tearing his hair out in desperation because he loved you so much. Suddenly, it was difficult to remember why exactly he hadn't wanted to marry you. Marrying you couldn't have been worse than what he was feeling right now, the devastating realization of having truly lost you. Surely nothing could be worse than this.
Carrying the unspeakable grief that came with losing one's best friend and soulmate all in one evening, Benedict turned around to walk out of Anthony's office. He couldn't bear to be there any longer, watching the woman he loved be caressed by his brother. Without a second glance at the two of you, he closed the door behind him and made his way to his own room. He would have been better off going there in the first place, he thought. Then he could've had a few more moments of peace before he found out what you and Anthony had been up to in his absence.
Looking at the closed door, Anthony's hand dropped from your shoulder as he stood in shock at what had just happened. "Are you alright?" he asked you, knowing the answer but needing to reassure you anyway.
You shook your head, holding in tears that were threatening to spill. "Someone should go after him," you said pressing your fingers to the corner of your eyes. What you really meant was, you should go after him, Anthony, but you wanted to give him a chance to say no. To decide he wasn't going to clean up yet another mess you had made because of your stupid feelings for his brother.
But Anthony, ever the eldest child, nodded in agreement. "Just stay put for a bit while I get him into his room. I don't think it would be the best idea to have the two of you talk right now."
Aubrey Hall had already seen too much chaos today without what he expected was going to be a shouting match between you and Benedict. If only the shouting match could lead to the two of you realizing that you did, in fact, love each other very much and that you would, in fact, be very happily married. He gave you one last squeeze on the shoulder and took off determinedly to find his brother.
Benedict saw Anthony catching up to him out of the corner of his eye but didn't stop or slow down. He couldn't bear to stop now, he needed to get to his room. Or really anywhere that was stripped of every trace of you. Benedict could barely think, the moment when Anthony placed his hand on your shoulder replaying relentlessly through his mind and preventing him from thinking about anything else.
Feeling Anthony stop right behind him, Benedict turned around to face him. The two brothers stood, staring at each other, for several moments. Anthony trying to think of what to say and Benedict getting angrier by the second.
"If you had–" started Anthony, only to be cut off by Benedict immediately.
"How could you do this?" Ben shouted, voice raw from holding back the string of curses he wanted to direct at Anthony right now. Anthony bit his lip, grimacing. He knew Benedict would be mad, but he had been unprepared for the magnitude of his fury. In a way, he felt bad for Ben. Anthony could tell that you were the love of Benedict's life—it was ridiculously obvious—and it couldn't have been easy to see you with someone else. But enough was enough, and Anthony had seen you heartbroken for long enough to know that Ben had only brought this upon himself.
"Might I remind you that you left, Benedict? After she asked you to marry her, no less," shot back Anthony, arms crossed tightly over his chest. He could see Ben waver at his words, face blanching slightly at the realization that you had told Anthony about your quasi-proposal.
"And you think you're better than me? Anyone with half a brain knows you don't want to marry for love. Did that change in the last four weeks? Are you now suddenly unequivocally in love with her? Is that what happened?" asked Benedict, an unfathomable bitterness on his tongue. His words were mocking, but deep down he did want answers. Did you and Anthony really fall for each other while he was gone? Had he been that foolish, to ever imagine the possibility of having something beyond friendship with you when his older brother was right there?
Anthony rolled his eyes, "Come off it, Benedict. You can't play the victim every time. She's aware that I don't want to marry for love. After some very negative experiences with the men of the ton, you included, she's decided she is perfectly fine not marrying for love either." Seeing Benedict's brow furrow in protest, Anthony continued, "Honestly, I promise I didn't force her into anything, I only gave her the option. She decided all by herself that this was what she wanted. And if you'd stop being a prick for about two seconds you'd realize this is what's best for her, anyway. That I'm what's best for her." And sure, Anthony knew he had probably gone too far with his last comment, but Benedict was being incredibly frustrating at the minute that Anthony didn't care.
However, Benedict didn't want to stop being a prick for two seconds. Especially because you were about to get engaged to his brother, who was being a massive dick right now. So instead, he chose to give into his anger, pushing against Anthony's shoulders so he was knocked against the wall.
"That you're what's best for her?" he scoffed. "I've been best friends with her for two decades but suddenly you're the one who knows exactly what she needs? Seems quite logical," finished Ben, pure poison dripping from his voice.
Undeterred, Anthony pushed Benedict back. "What is so wrong about our courtship? You left her so she could find a husband and that's exactly. What. She. Did," he yelled, accentuating every word with a shove at Ben's shoulders, who responded by swatting his hands away.
"She was off limits, Anthony. You knew that! You never should've done that," cried Benedict, grabbing his brother by the collar, and growing more frustrated by the second. However, whether he was angrier at Anthony or himself was unclear.
Exasperated, the elder Bridgerton reached over to slap the side of Benedict's head. "Off limits? Why would she be off limits? She seemed pretty on limits when you said you couldn't marry her and fucked off to the countryside for half the season," came his response.
"Because she is my best friend," Benedict roared back. Hearing Anthony's mocking laugh brought out a level of anger Ben did not know existed within himself, and he found his fist flying to make contact with Anthony's mouth. Ignoring the metallic taste on his tongue, Anthony responded by kneeing Benedict in the groin until he doubled over and slammed the fist that had just hit him into the wall.
Ben cradled his hand against his side, wincing as he saw his grazed knuckles, but he was unrelenting. It was like all of the pent-up emotions of frustration and uselessness he had been feeling in the countryside were finally bubbling over now that he had someone to direct his anger toward. "Because she is my best friend and you know that I'm in love with her. I know you know, Anthony, you cannot pretend otherwise," he said, desperation evident in his voice.
Fairly done with the conversation and itching to go sort out his busted lip, Anthony tried to straighten out his collar as he spoke to Benedict, "Well, even if you are, it doesn't do her much good if you have no intention of marrying her, does it?"
Benedict was stunned to silence. Anthony was right, of course, but Ben couldn't find it in himself to concede to the man who was going to take away Benedict's best friend and the love of his life all in one go. So he just stared at his brother, breathing heavily and searching for words that would not give away just how destroyed he truly felt.
"I am proposing to her in a week. You have until then to fix this, otherwise, you will truly have lost her forever." And with that, Anthony walked off without a second glance, leaving Benedict to grapple with his thoughts.
Walking upstairs in search of something to stop the bleeding at his lip, Anthony couldn't believe that Benedict had admitted his feelings for you. The intensity of the argument between the two brothers had most likely been the catalyst for the confession, but Anthony hoped that this might be what allowed Ben to finally see right by you and love you the way he so obviously wanted to. Regardless, Anthony couldn't help the protective instinct that surged within him. He cared about you, and he was acutely aware of the heartbreak that awaited you if his brother didn't come to his senses.
Too caught up in his thoughts, Anthony missed your presence entirely as he made his way past your room. "Anthony, your lip!" you exclaimed as you closed your bedroom door behind you, bringing him out of his musings. He touched his hand to his injury, hissing in pain slightly as he was reminded of the blood coming out of his cut lip.
He waved his hand dismissively, "It's alright, just a scrape," he assured you.
You seemed doubtful but nodded anyway. "I was going to ask how your talk with him went but I think I have a very clear idea," you said, earning you a short laugh from Anthony.
He cleared his throat, looking at you up and down with a mix of concern and determination. The atmosphere in the room was heavy, charged with the aftermath of the confrontation with Benedict.
"Look, I gave you my word, and a gentleman's word is his bond. I fully intend to honor our agreement," Anthony began, his tone steady and resolute. "But, I also think it's crucial for both you and Benedict to have a conversation, to sort out feelings on both sides."
You looked at him nervously, not ready to confront your feelings for Benedict, let alone any that Benedict might have for you.
He gave you an encouraging smile. "If you decide you still want to marry me afterward, that's perfectly alright, and I'd be delighted to do so. But I think it's only fair that you both have a chance to speak your minds before we move forward." He met your eyes, sincerity evident in his gaze. "Talk to Benedict. I think he went to his studio. I'll give you both the time you need."
You knew he was right, unfortunately. So you nodded, giving him a grateful hug before he excused himself to go clean up his injury and you headed down the stairs to go look for Benedict.
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In the solitude of his studio, Benedict wrestled with a storm of emotions he was feeling as he paced the room. He couldn't believe that he was going to lose you to his brother. Even if you and Anthony were not in love with each other now, it was only a matter of time, he reasoned. You were, at the very least, the most extraordinary woman he had ever encountered, and surely Anthony would see it that way eventually. Especially if the two of you had children. His heart dropped at the thought of you and Anthony in bed together, but he pushed the image away once he heard a knock on his studio door.
Seeing your face poke into the room, he couldn't help the butterflies that erupted in his stomach, even despite his tumultuous thoughts. "Well, hello," he greeted you curtly, lifting his hand to run his fingers through his hair nervously, knowing a difficult conversation awaited him.
But you gasped before you could respond, immediately distracted by his bloodied knuckles. "Benedict, what on earth...?" you trailed off as you rushed to grab his injured hand in both of yours.
Benedict's breath caught in his throat as he felt your hands on his. The tenderness with which you turned over his hand made a previously dormant warmth rise in his chest, and he bit his lip to keep from shivering. You looked so beautiful, face pinched in focus as you ran your finger over his injury, and he inhaled sharply as your finger traced over his open wound.
"So this is what you and Anthony were doing instead of talking, then?" you scolded, looking into his eyes but not letting go of his hand. It didn't matter that you were still furious with him, it felt too good to have the heavy weight of his fingers half-intertwined with yours after so long of having him away.
"It's nothing," Benedict responded, shaking his head. Then, remembering why his knuckles were grazed in the first place, he added bitterly, "Why don't you go check on Anthony instead?"
Your face fell immediately and you dropped his hand. He hadn't meant to upset you, and he certainly hadn't meant to make you let go of his hand, but it seemed like his anger and jealousy had taken the reins today. But even when you were angry with him and looked about three seconds away from hitting his other hand, he couldn't help but marvel at you. He was completely enamored, looking from your furrowed brow to your narrowed eyes to your full lips. And his eyes stayed on your lips because it seemed that no matter how angry you were he couldn't ignore the ever-growing urge to kiss you right then and there, consequences be damned.
You rolled your eyes, anger bubbling up inside of you once again. "Benedict, I simply don't understand why you're so upset. If anything, marrying Anthony is a better option than marrying anyone else. Our families will remain close and you and I can still see each other fairly often. And once you're married–"
"I'll never marry," he interrupted, voice clipped. He was appalled that you would even suggest that, although he reasoned that you had no reason to believe that he wouldn't marry.
You look at him, confusion written all over your face. "I– What? What do you mean you will never marry? Benedict–"
"I love you," Ben blurted out. "I love you in a way that even words cannot express. I would rather remain unmarried than be with someone who isn't you," he added, needing to make sure that you understood that he loved you beyond what the boundaries of your friendship allowed. He had thought that you might fall in love with some other man, and he would be fated to watch you be besotted with someone else. However, now that he knew that you intended to marry Anthony, who you were most definitely not in love with, he needed you to know that he was the one who had loved you for years now. And he hoped that you might love him, too.
But you did not swoon like he expected. And you did not rush into his arms to kiss him or confess your undying love for him. You didn't even smile. "Are you joking?" you said angrily.
Benedict's eyes widened, shocked by your response. "I'm not– Why would I be joking?" he stumbled over his words.
"First you tell me you won't marry me, which is fine by the way, and then you leave so I can find a husband, which is also fine. Except," you let out a disbelieving laugh, "once you find out that your older brother is the man I'm going to marry, you are suddenly in love with me." You're still staring at him, daring him to challenge you. "It's a little too convenient, don't you think?"
He was panicking, horrified that you thought his confession was merely a way to get back at you for going after his brother. Guilt was coursing through his stomach in an entirely unpleasant manner, and he was struggling to find the words to convey his love for you in a way that you deserved to hear.
"It's not like that! I do love you. I want you and I don't want anyone else," he said desperately, reaching for your hand so he could reassure you.
But you were having none of it. After all this time, you couldn't believe he had the nerve to show up at Aubrey Hall, get into a fight with your future husband, and then confess his supposedly undying love for you. Feeling his hand clutching yours, a feeling so familiar, brought tears to your eyes. You ripped your hand away from his, not able to parse the gentleness with which he held your hand with his careless words.
"Stop it! Having you leave after I asked you to marry me was painful, but this might be the cruelest thing you've ever done, Benedict," you said, tears blurring your vision. "You can't just march in here after weeks of being away and demand that I stop my plans so that you can get back at your brother."
Benedict's eyes welled with tears, reflecting the pain that echoed in your own. He couldn't believe you still wanted to marry Anthony after all this. You were his one big love. There was no one else. And it was all too much to think that you didn't feel the same way.
So he pressed, "Is my love not enough? I have been falling apart on my own from the magnitude of my love for you. Should that not be enough? To know that I love you with every fiber of my being, more fiercely than I've ever done anything in my entire life?"
Tears were running unobstructed down your face now and you choked back a sob. If Benedict had told you this about six weeks ago, you would have dropped everything to be with him. But it was too late now.
"It's not enough when I had been feeling the exact same way and you still walked away from me," you responded, clutching his hand for comfort even though he was the one who had caused you pain.
He pulled you in fully, wrapping his arms around you and rubbing your back comfortingly. Benedict put his chin on your head as you buried your face in his shirt, breathing in his familiar scent that never failed to make you feel at home.
"I'm sorry, darling. I'm so sorry," he murmured, hugging you tighter when he heard you sob. "I suppose being in love with you feels so natural I didn't quite realize what it was until recently." He kept rubbing your back, tracing patterns on your skin.
"And– And I thought I was ruining our friendship. When I wanted you, I kept thinking I shouldn't have been," Ben added, cringing as he realized the gravity of his misunderstanding.
You were overwhelmed by his confession, barely believing that he actually reciprocated the feelings you had struggled to keep hidden for so long. You couldn't help the steady stream of tears running down your face, and you burrowed deeper into Benedict, needing to be closer still. You felt one of his hands lifting your face to look up at him and the other keeping you pressed firmly against him. Your tear-stained eyes met his as you sniffled, struggling to breathe normally.
You watched, almost in slow motion, as Benedict's eyes fluttered shut and leaned down, lips slightly parted as he leaned down toward you. This was everything you wanted, wasn't it? In the rose garden, you had wanted him to kiss you more than you had wanted to keep breathing. You had probably spent hours looking at his lips, wondering what it would be like to taste them. To have them on your lips and enjoy the feel of them as they moved against yours. To know what it felt like to have Benedict be truly yours.
But that was then, and you wanted different things now. So you broke free of his grasp and pushed him away, breathing heavily as he opened his eyes in shock and looked to you for an explanation.
"You can't just do that, Ben! We haven't resolved anything, and it certainly won't be resolved by you kissing me," you exclaimed, playing up your anger to hide your pain.
So you turned on your heel, exiting his studio as quietly as you had entered, and he was left, for the second time that day, speechless as someone walked away from him. 
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Nightmare Academia - Masterlist
You and Spencer are rival professors at a university. Hijinks ensue
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Part 1 - Have you ever seen the tiktok where that guy brings a typewriter to his class because his prof doesn't allow laptops? Yeah, it's that, but you are the source of the typewriters. In other words, you're Reid's worst nightmare.
Part 2 - In this chapter of Nightmare Academia: Reid's proper response to the typewriter incident(s)
Part 3 - In this chapter of Nightmare Academia: 1000 words of Reid scheming against the reader with the help of some familiar faces!
Part 4 - In this chapter of Nightmare Academia: the outcome of Spencer's most recent prank- and the Reader's well deserved revenge
Part 5 - In this chapter of Nightmare Academia, the prank war continues- you steal Spencer's mugs, he uses one of your worst fears against you, and you're both dicks to each other
Part 6 - In this chapter of Nightmare Academia, Morgan and Garcia hijack a prank.
Part 7 - In this chapter of Nightmare Academia, Reid and the Reader shut down a party, hold hands, and lie to the police. Not in that order.
Part 8 - In this chapter of Nightmare Academia, things go south. (Doubt comes in.)
Part 9 - In this chapter of Nightmare Academia, the reader meets the team and the world crashes and burns.
Part 10 - In this chapter of Nightmare Academia, Spencer gets what he deserves and then some.
Part 11 - In this chapter of Nightmare Academia, Spencer gets stabbed.
Part 12 - In this chapter of Nightmare Academia, Spencer goes to the hospital, and you fill out paperwork.
Part 13 - In this chapter of Nightmare Academia, Spencer makes up for past mistakes and you take him home.
Part 14 - In this chapter of Nightmare Academia, someone shit-talks Star Trek.
Part 15 - In this chapter of Nightmare Academia, a prank has unforeseen consequences.
Part 16 - In this chapter of Nightmare Academia, a ghost encourages promiscuity.
Part 16.5 - In this chapter of Nightmare Academia, it's the holiday season and Reid pulls a lil prank.
Part 17 - In this chapter of Nightmare Academia, your author presents you a series of vignettes about you and Reid sharing an office. In other words- you and Reid share an office. Shenanigans ensue.
Part 18 - In this chapter of Nightmare Academia, Reid fixes your mistakes and you get all blushy about it.
Part 19 - In this chapter of Nightmare Academia, somebody dies, somebody leaves, and somebody ends up alone.
Part 20 - In this chapter of Nightmare Academia, you and Spencer are separated. Neither of you take it well.
Part 21 - In this chapter of Nightmare Academia, a community recuperates and Spencer comes back to you.
Part 22 - In this chapter of Nightmare Academia, you and Reid reunite. And you get a little tipsy.
Part 23 - In this chapter of Nightmare Academia, case stuff ensues and you prepare for heartbreak.
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ghcstpyre · 3 months
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i can't stop thinking about eddie dating psychic powers!reader. he's freaked out the first time you show him what you can do, eyes wild and hand movements dramatic and frantic, but he immediately jumps to help you out when your nose starts to bleed. you've always wanted to tell him about this part of yourself, but how the hell is anyone supposed to go about telling their best friend and boyfriend about being able to move things with their mind? it's definitely not a common occurrence, that's for sure.
after his initial fear and confusion fizzle out, eddie can't help but bombard you with questions; how long have you been able to do it? does it hurt? what's the heaviest thing you can move? can you make people float?
you're sheepish, but you do admit that you might've used them a few times to roll the odd nat 20 during hellfire dnd sessions. instead of being angry like you thought he might be, eddie is endlessly amused and starts trying to convince you to help him pull pranks on the assholes who constantly harass you and the other members of hellfire at school.
shenanigans ensue. high school is a lot more interesting after that.
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petersvenom · 2 years
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timothée chalamet ₊˚.༄
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invincible ❀
↳ your relationship with timmy gets outed by the paparazzi
distraction ❀
↳ timmy gets distracted by you during an interview
off course ❀
↳ your dog smothers timmy with kisses as he passes you in the street
well deserved ❀
↳ you and timmy attend the oscars together
breadsticks ❀
↳ you pull a prank on timmy that you saw on tiktok
the green eyed monster ❀
↳ timmy gets jealous of your friendship with harry styles
birthday breakfasts ❀
↳ you and your daughter surprise timmy with breakfast on his birthday
step on it 2 3 ❀
↳ timmy drops everything—including his press tour—when he finds out you're at the hospital
in awe of your beauty ❀
↳ timmy needs some encouragement from you when choosing his 2022 oscars outfit
this is love ❀
↳ you and timmy share a loving moment during the oscars and the cameras capture it all
proud of you ❀
↳ you get nervous during the oscars, and despite being nominated for one himself, timothée is there to comfort you
momma’s boy ❀
↳ timothée comes home from filming to discover your son theo has turned into a mama's boy, and that he definitely doesn't like it when timmy kisses you
those people are losers ❀
↳ timmy makes you feel better when your friends are jerks
make you feel the way i felt 2 ❀
↳ you and timmy meet again at the oscars, for the first time since he cheated on you. now, you make a plan to make him jealous
have you seen yourself? ❀
↳ from home, you text timothée about his outfit while he's at the oscars and the camera catches all of his adorable reactions
it’s the end of the world ❀
↳ when timmy's daughter comes home from preschool lovestruck by a little boy named steven, timothée is sent in a loop of fear and jealousy
timmy’s little twins ❀
↳ your children look more like timothée than you
it’s coachella, baby! ❀
↳ headcanons about when timothée takes you to coachella for the first time
worth your while ❀
↳ needy timmy tries to get you to stay home with him instead of going out with your friends
daddy’s girl ❀
↳ you and timmy’s clever baby evangeline figures out a way to have her dad all to herself
my y/n ❀
↳ timmy gets a bit jealous when your best friend gets a little too touchy with you
my mommy, my wife ❀
↳ when theo refuses to let timmy touch you, they get into an argument of sorts—until you get involved
duty calls ❀
↳ you faint while filming a scene causing timmy to go into protective mode
daddy, that’s you! ❀
↳ timmy shows his family ‘wonka’, the first movie of his that’s appropriate for kids!
only have eyes for you ❀
↳ timmy gets jealous when you reunite with your ex, tom holland, on the red carpet
daddy daughter date ❀
↳ timmy and evangeline leave the house for a while to let you rest before baby #2 arrives. chaos ensues
it’ll grow back ❀
↳ when timmy has to shave his hair for a role, his children react very differently to the change in their dad’s appearance
cotton candy tears ❀
↳ while at coney island, your son has an outburst when you have to leave him with timmy to go to the bathroom
scaredy-cat ❀
↳ timmy comforts you when you’re nervous about doing an interview on a rollercoaster
facetime ❀
↳ facetiming timmy while he’s in the pool and you’re about to go out with friends
shark bait ❀
↳ timmy dates a singer known for writing breakup songs about her exes
the set-up ❀
↳ zendaya sets you up with timmy, lovely chaos ensues
take a wife ❀
↳ timmy runs into a whole lot of trouble when trying to propose to you…. inspired by chandler and monica’s proposal in friends
less ❀
↳ timmy reassures you that you’re perfect for him when you begin to feel insecure about your body
my little models ❀
↳ you and timmy bring the kids to the premiere for bones and all and share a cute moment on the carpet
sicky ❀
↳ timmy gets worried when theo’s cold won’t ease up, you’re there to calm timmy down
never better ❀
↳ you rush to the hospital when timmy gets into a car accident
hold him like a football! ❀
↳ you holding a baby incorrectly somehow leads to timmy revealing his plans for the future with you
where’s your girlfriend? ❀
↳ timmy talks about you to curious fans at the bones and all london premiere
fashion icons ❀
↳ you and timmy swoon over each other’s red carpet looks over facetime while he’s at his movie premiere and you’re at a fashion show
risk it all ❀
↳ when timmy sees you on the red carpet for the b&a premiere, he’s ready to risk it all
go get ‘em, tiger ❀
↳ you and timmy share a heartwarming moment before timmy walks the b&a premiere red carpet
too forward? ❀
↳ when you attend the b&a premiere to support your friend taylor, you catch the eye of timothée who makes it his mission to get to know you better
she’s a keeper ❀
↳ you’re an interviewer @ london film festival, timmy is smitten with you and luca and taylor make fun of him for it
the bone choker ❀
↳ as timmy’s stylist AND girlfriend, you give him a special gift to show your support for him and his new movie
for your benefit ❀
↳ timothée’s costar taylor disrespects you and you get upset when your boyfriend doesn’t defend you. an argument ensues
protect you ❀
↳ after date night, tim is very protective of you when paparazzi get a little too close and disrespectful
you’re the one ❀
↳ you and nicole fly out to london to surprise timmy at the b&a premiere
let me be here for you ❀
↳ when you start feeling sick while on the red carpet, timmy drops everything to make sure you’re alright
whoops? ❀
↳ timmy reveals your relationship when he sees you at the b&a premiere and can’t help but kiss you
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delusionalwings · 9 months
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― synopsis -> your boyfriend sully (satan) takes you to his house to introduce you to his family
― characters -> demon brothers. satan in lead
― gender neutral reader
― scenario
― warnings -> yandere content, using magic on you that makes you unable to move, a character tries to choke you, scaring you, mentions of satan being a toxic boyfriend
― a/n -> hi i am alive. was busy with semester end exams. after sleeping for a few days and relaxing in general, i have regained my motivation to write again :")
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You truly didn’t know what to expect when your boyfriend Sully told you that he wanted you to meet his family. You would be lying if you said that you weren’t partly excited about it. Was it not a way of saying that he was serious about you and about what you two had?
When the door to the House of Lamentation creaked open, you shuddered. The place seemed so cold and ruthless, so devoid of humanity that you hesitated before taking the first step inside. It was probably just your imagination. After all, seven grown up working adults could hardly maintain such a large house without help and give it homely feel at the same time too. You reasoned that it was asking for a lot.
When Sully extended his hand with a soft smile, you relaxed and decided to cut his family some slack. You wanted these people to like you so you might as well start by liking them first. Give what you expect back, right?
You smiled and decided to be pleasant as he guided you to the living room.
“Make yourself at home there, [Name],” said Sully, pointing at a comfortable chair. “I will go and find my brothers. Don’t worry, I’ll be back in an instant.”
He kissed you and turned to leave.
You fidgeted uneasily, “Okay... Just... please be quick.”
When he was gone, you looked around nervously. Goosebumps erupted on your skin as the feeling of being watched and assessed washed over you. What was this cold fear that made you immobile?
“You smell nice. I wonder what you taste like,” a voice said from the shadows.
A scream escaped your lips and you were on your feet in an instant.
“Wh-Who? Who’s there?”
“Beel hon, shhh. You are scaring the cute little thing,” another voice chirped. It was a melodious voice but you didn’t notice that under the given circumstances.
You were looking at every direction, trying to discern the source of danger.
“Oiii would ya shuddup?! I am tryna see if the human has anything valuable and with them moving around cause of your chit chat, it’s difficult to notice.”
You realised that you were fixed to the spot. Your throat felt constricted with panic.
Another voice sighed.
“It’s just like Mammon to do what he tells others not to. Now you are the one scaring them, you idiot.”
“Levi, would ya shuddup?!”
Bickering ensued. What was taking Sully so long?
Were they perhaps playing a prank on you? Dear Sully would make an appearance at any time now and tell you that he was just pulling your leg. Right? Somehow you highly doubted that. There was something off about the guy. He was mostly distant but every time you showed signs of questioning the relationship, he would become extremely doting. The timing could not be a coincidence since it happened too frequently for that. He was a grave sort of man and usually used his wit to make you feel like an idiot. When you tried to communicate, he listened and replied as if you were a child who understood nothing. You could see him humiliating you but not in that manner – not when he could make you feel worthless rather than get a mere jumpscare out of you.
You wanted to be anywhere but there. Maybe you should have broken up with that guy long ago. Maybe this wasn’t the sign you so desperately needed to eb together with this guy who made you feel terrible about yourself. Maybe...
“Can you stop thinking so loudly? I am trying to sleep here zzzz”
If you could move, you would have fallen on your butt right then. That voice... It sounded so near you, almost within reach yet your eyes registered no human form.
“Hehe worried that you can’t see me? Lucifer said that it might be more amusing to do it this way. By hiding ourselves, you know? I didn’t do this because he suggested it though. I was always planning to toy with you to see your expression. Hehe can’t say I am not enjoying myself. Satan was right. You really are clueless.”
All at once, you found your voice again. It was like a dam had broken inside and you needed to get it all out.
“Sully? SULLY?! ARE YOU THERE? Are you...” you choked on the words, “Plea... Please SULLY! Please come back-”
On feeling cold hands wrap around your throat, you started gasping for air.
“Shut up, human. Didn’t I tell you that I was trying to sleep?”
“Belphie leave them,” an authoritative voice snarled.
“I don’t take orders from you, Lucifer,” the voice retorted but you felt the presence receding in the darkness again.
Fatigue made you stumble but warm hands caught you before an unfortunate fall on the floor.
“[Name],” a familiar voice murmured. “What happened?”
“Sully!” you felt the corners of your eyes prick. You were saved!
“I am so glad you are finally here,” you wrapped your arms around his neck and cried to your heart’s content. You were finally safe! No, there was no time to be lost. You must get away from that haunted place as soon as possible.
“Sully let us leave this place at once. It’s not... It’s possessed!”
He pulled you away from him gently to stare at you with concern, “What do you mean, [Name]? This is my house. It’s safe.”
“But there’s...” you turned around to point at the origin of the voice that had answered you with infinite hate. However, the darkness was gone and you saw a cold room in its wake. This was not the same room he had left you in.
It just didn’t make sense.
The words got caught in your throat and you scanned the room, dumbfounded.
He sighed and squeezed your arms, “I understand. You are nervous. Don’t worry. It will be fine. My brothers will love you. Okay?”
He did not understand. You needed to make him see.
“But...”
The sound of footsteps cut you short. A smile appeared on his lips as he tugged at your hand.
“Come. I will introduce you.”
Six figures appeared before you and suddenly the chilling fear from a few moments ago was back.
On hearing the brothers greet you, your heart started pounding quickly.
Those voices... There was no mistaking it. You had heard their voices in the dark.
The one who made you especially anxious was the youngest brother Belphegor who you found sleeping on the couch.
How long had he been there?
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mssgs-frm-th-strs · 1 year
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Hey! I discovered your blog not too long ago and am loving it and your content, so keep it up ❣️🫶🏼! I saw Monster Prom as one of your fandoms…so can I please request a NSFW head canon or fic of Scott Howl with a shy, human male reader who’s secretly a down bad monsterfucker 👉🏼👈🏼? It’s the reader’s first time and Scott is taking it slowly and being really attentive; but in the heat of the moment, Scott shifts into his wolfman form and feels bad about it. He’s shocked to see reader is actually very aroused by this sudden change, and Scott takes full advantage of this and shenanigans ensue.🥴
AGHH IM FAMOUS HGFYTHDY yes, yes requester anything for you omgoodness
‼TW‼: MONSTER FUCKINNN (werewolf specifically), size diff to huge size diff lmao, safe sex to unsafe sex, scott is a foolie fool, breeding kink, public(ish) sex, gentle to rough, spit as lube, fingering, mind breaking, painful sex (at first), virgin reader
Sitting under the shade of a tree, surrounded by bushes of all kinds that hide you from the eye of the public, you sit alone under the cover of the night. You're reading a novel you've already read a ton of times before, but it's just too good to read just once... or twelve times.
You suddenly hear a rustle in the bushes, which startles you and makes you drop your book. You turn around to look at the source and see nothing.
"Hello?" You call out into the darkness, getting a response only from the whispers of the frigid, nightly wind.
Then from behind, two strong arms wrap around you and lift you up and a threatening growl raises the hairs on the back of your neck.
You scream but get a laugh in response, immediately getting dropped by the man. You turn around, partly of fear, partly of confusion, to face him. When you realize it's just Scott, those feelings turn to playful annoyance and slight embarrassment from the reaction.
"I gotcha good, didn't I!" He says, mid howling laughter, hunched over and stomping.
"Yeah, yeah," You say, looking down and blushing. It was a little bit out of embarrassment from Scott's surprise, but it was mainly because of the butterflies just being around him gave you.
"Awh, it got ruined..." You hear him say sadly, realizing he stopped laughing a little while ago. You look at him to see him holding a wilted rose, a few petals falling off of it.
"Is that... for me?" You ask incredulously, your blush darkening. You and Scott only started seeing each other a few days ago, you only kissed like once, but Scott was so affectionate towards you, it sent you into orbit. You really, really liked him.
"Yeah, but I smushed it pranking you," He said with a pout.
"I'll still cherish it the same," you say sheepishly, rubbing the back of your head with your hand and hoping that what you just said wasn't too corny.
"You will??" He piped up, his tail wagging vigorously. You nodded and he immediately held his hand out. You take it and give him a slight smile and he returns it with a big, toothy grin.
"Soo..." You start. "What brings you here?" You awkwardly ask.
"I was just wanderin' around and caught your amazing scent on my nose." He replies enthusiastically. "What were you doin' all on your lonesome?"
"Just having a late night read," You tell him, looking away to hide your ever growing blush.
Scott had somehow snuck behind you when you weren't looking and wrapped his arms around you, burying his nose in the crook of your neck and taking a deep inhale.
His strong forearms send shivers through your body as they make contact with your chest through your shirt and you try your best to not moan at the contact of his face to your neck.
What you hadn't realized was that there was now a tent in your pants and you only took notice after Scott did.
"Hey, hehe..." he says with a smug, playful grin. "Did Vera lose a snake or are you just happy to see me?"
You didn't realize what he meant until his hand brushed against your bulge which put your focus on your growing boner.
You gasp and push Scott off of yourself and used your hands to cover your shame.
"S-sorry! I d-dunno- I mean, I never- Well, I-" You stutter through all sorts of sentences, Scott just watching with a growing grin.
"I could help with that, ya know," he interjects, throwing off your train of thought. "Want my help?"
You turn dark red and stutter even more before shutting up and hesitantly nodding yes.
You and he go from 0 to 100 in seconds, making out for a few seconds before you find yourself straddling him while he sat on the grass, his back against the tree, you both wearing nothing but white jockstraps.
"You're not worried about getting grass up your ass?" You ask him in an attempt to laugh away the pure embarrassment you have from being nearly entirely exposed to him. Both of your dicks leaked through the fabric of your jocks, pressed together firmly, lightly throbbing every few seconds.
"And you're not worried about getting me up your ass?" He replies with a massive grin and a raised eyebrow. You hide your face in his chest at the statement and he cheekily giggles. He reaches over to his pile of clothes and pulls out a condom.
"Were you planning this...?" You ask him.
"Uh, yeah duh," He laughs.
He stands up, supporting you with his hand on your lower back and you instinctively wrap your limbs around him. Once you do, he undresses entirely after getting both hands free and immediately his cock hits your ass with a light slap. It causes you to let out a gasp-type moan which makes Scott laugh again.
"Scott, what if someone sees us...?" You say, realizing the actual craziness of this stunt. "Anyone could be watching..."
"Let em watch! A few creeps never stopped me from having fun!" He declares. "Now, Don't get too excited," He says in your ear as you clutch his shoulders tightly, your face buried in his hirsute chest. "Gotta get you all wet and stretched out and stuff."
That gets you a little worried. "Go s-slow," you whisper-whine.
"Don't worry, bud, 'Slow and Gentle' is my middle name!" He jokes before licking his pointer and middle finger and massaging your asshole. The warmth and wetness drove you crazy. Scott was touching places you wouldn't dare let others touch and here he is, just a few days after making it official with him. You moan softly as he spreads his spit all around your hole, already daydreaming about the near future. "Just let me know when you want me to go inside, okay?" You nod silently, clenching your eyes shut. You had never had any type of contact with your prostate and the thought of having Scott be the one to introduce you to it made your cock twitch and leak precum in anticipation.
"You can slide them in now..." You whisper to him.
Without a word, he pushes his fingers in, beginning to stretch you out and filling your ass with more pain than you initially expected. You whine and tightly closed your eyes, pressing your face deeper into his chest.
"It's okay, it'll only hurt for a little..." He says, trying to comfort you. "Just relax..."
You hadn't realized how tensed up you were until he mentioned it, so you try your best to loosen up to make this experience easier for the both of you.
After a few seconds, the pain starts to go away and a jolt of pleasure shoots through you as Scott finds your prostate. You moan and jump a bit, tightening your grip on him.
"Woop, there it is!" He cheers, continuing to rub his fingers against it. The way he was so nonchalant about this, to the point where he was actively making jokes, made you even more embarrassed to even be in this situation. The mix of pleasure and pain didn't help.
It's not like you hated what was happening, you just envied Scott's ability to just... not care. Ignorance really is bliss.
"I dunno if my dick can wait any longer..." He states all of a sudden. You were so entranced by the feelings you were experiencing all at once, you forgot to show Scott some appreciation. You take initiative and reach behind yourself with one hand, brushing it against Scott's hand before finding his dick right below you. You can tell he's been waiting for that by the way his legs turned to jelly for a moment. Scott's dick was pretty big, rock hard, and dripping wet from the constant flow of precum from his tip.
"Scott..." You say nervously, stroking him as best as you can with your hand behind your back. "I think I'm ready..."
He takes his fingers out and tears the condom open with his teeth, putting it on. He spits into his palm, his hand meeting yours as he strokes himself to lube up.
"You sure?" He asks you, turning around with your back now against the tree. "I don't wanna, like... Put you in the hospital, or anything."
You nod, looking into his eyes. "D-do it, Scott, I'm ready..."
With that, he pushes in his tip, which, thanks to his fingerwork, doesn't hurt in the slightest. But as he gets deeper and deeper, the searing pain you recognize from before returns as Scott's cock stretches you more than his fingers did.
You whimper at the feeling, the pain overshadowing the pleasure.
"Y-you're doing so good..." He moans into your ear. "S-so good..."
You can tell he ached to go faster, the way he twitched inside you told you everything, but he wasn't going to throw aside your comfort like that. You decide to make it up to him by kissing him, which he graciously returns. You finally feel his pubes press against your taint, signaling to you his entire dick is inside of you. The way he throbbed inside you drove you crazy, you knew he wanted to do so much more but was too worried about your wellbeing for anything more to happen.
He starts pulling his hips back and pushing them forward very slowly, earning quite a few moans from you. He wouldn't stop showering you with praise, telling you how good you're doing and how amazing you feel, or caressing your body as if he wasn't ever going to touch you again.
He groans suddenly as he's balls deep inside you again. You feel his dick throbbing more intensely inside you. It feels like it's... growing? In fact, all of Scott is growing.
In seconds, Scott was in his wolf form, your ass aching at being filled way more than before. You're pretty sure the condom broke inside you.
Scott pants heavily in his new form, holding you as gently as a piece of fine china. He opens his eyes and quickly assesses the situation, panicking a bit.
"Crap! Are you okay?!" He asks in a much deeper, booming voice. You nod weakly, your mind numb from the surge of all sorts of feelings. "I forgot that this happens when I'm horny sometimes... Only sometimes!"
You're silent as you study his body, your blush darkening as you gain a new attraction to this version of him.
"Oh..." He says, a smirk growing on his face. Even with a snout, you can still see that shit-eating grin perfectly. "You like this..."
You shake your thoughts away. "N-no! I-i mean, Yeah b-but not like that! I mean-"
Scott shuts you up with a kiss, pulling out his even bigger dick to take off the now useless condom. He thrusts back into you, causing you to moan much louder than before and grasp the fur on his chest tightly with either hand.
Rather than being slow and gentle, he was now picking up the pace rapidly, hitting spots inside you that you never even dreamed of.
You gasp as you feel the orgasm growing in your dick, the dripping tent in your jockstrap standing firm as Scott keeps pounding you.
"Scott!" You moan out, your dick throbbing with precum pumping out of you. "I'm c-close!"
He chuckles and his large, paw-like hand was now stroking you through your jock.
Your ass hurt yet surged with pleasure, your hips rocking back in forth to match the rhythm Scott was pounding you with. You and Scott both knew what was coming.
You tensed up and covered your mouth to keep from alerting any passersby, though it might be too late, and moaned into your hand as you came, your cum leaking through the fabric of the jock.
Scott, on the other hand, showed no signs of slowing down or finishing any time soon.
"S-Scott!" You moan again, getting overwhelmed from the pleasure. "I can't keep quiet, someone's gonna hear us!"
"Let them." Is all he says before he pulls out, turning you over so now you're bent over in front of him. He slams deep into you, making you scream in pleasure. Your legs were numb, hardly even holding you up. You didn't need them to, Scott was holding you by the waist. It hurt so good, you lost any worry of being caught. Your dick dripped as another orgasm was upon you. You arched backwards, your back pressed against Scott's abdomen.
"Scott!" You blindly shouted, getting sent over the edge for the second time. "Fuck me!"
You cum a second time, your jockstrap now soaked beyond belief in your bodily fluids. You held yourself up against the tree with your hands, trying to regain any sense of balance, but any attempt to do so was futile. Your legs were rendered useless and your back hurt with each thrust of Scott's massive dick.
"There you go," He groans. Your ass felt like Scott was pumping precum into you by the gallon. "Let it aaall out..."
Each minute felt like hours and you loved every second. Scott's growls and deep groans made the experience even more intimate. You, your body was making him feel good. Every thrust he took was starting to leave you breathless, your mind in pieces.
He used his claws to rip your jockstrap off and he began stroking your dick. You cried out at the overwhelming pleasure taking over your body. You had two orgasms in a row, your entire body ached with ecstasy, and you weren't sure if you would even function if you had another. But that wasn't stopping him. Scott pulled out one last time, laying you down onto the grass and lifting your legs up. He rams into you again, you arch your back off the ground and hold onto him by his shoulders. A third orgasm was teetering over the edge and you both lost complete control.
"I'm getting close!" He shouts, pounding you like a woodpecker would to a tree. You could hardly form sentences at this point, but what you wanted was clear.
"Don't pull out, Scott!" You begged him, whimpering as you inched closer to release. "Do it inside me!"
You share one final kiss as Scott makes his final thrust. Your cum shoots out of you once more, getting all over yours and Scott's chests. You were bathed in untainted euphoria as Scott's cum filled you up, his cock throbbing madly and your own orgasm sending you sky high.
Scott reverts back to his normal form, both of you panting like wild dogs, neither of you able to hold yourselves up. Scott's dick slips out of you as easy as melted butter, your asshole destroyed and completely stretched out as cum pours out of you. He collapses onto your chest, hardly able to breathe.
"So, 'Slow and Gentle' is definitely not my middle name..." He says, barely managing a whisper.
"T-that's okay," You reply, weakly putting your arm around him. "'Slow and Gentle' couldn't have given me the best night of my life."
He looks up at you and gives you a big, goofy grin before kissing you, slowly and passionately. When he pulls away, he tangles his hand into yours and puts his face back into your neck, taking another deep inhale.
"Scott?" You say, gently, almost afraid to ruin the moment. You run your free hand up and down his back.
"Mhm?"
"I don't think I just like you..."
"Awh, you like like me?" He asks with a giggle.
That makes you smile. "Y-yeah, you could say that..."
"Hope you know I could hear you from a mile away," Damien interjects. Both you and Scott whip your heads in his direction, scared shitless. "Pray you don't get expelled for fuckin on school grounds."
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imaginidol · 9 months
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Sehun: Breakup Texts
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Sehun sat in between Suho and Baekhyun—on Minseok’s couch—playing a few rounds of Mario Kart with the rest of his members.
“You suck, Baek,” Suho muttered from his breath, watching in annoyance as he crossed 8th place in the final run as Baekhyun finished with 1st.
“Ha! Told you that you guys can’t beat me. Try me, try me!” Baekhyun excitedly turns to Sehun. “Sehun, race me next.”
Suho passed the controller to Sehun, but Sehun stood up and gave it to Chanyeol instead.
“What? Are you leaving?” Baekhyun asked his younger friend.
“No, but I really have to use the bathroom. I’ll race you when I get back,” he responded, giving Baekhyun a reassuring nod.
Baekhyun nodded and excitedly started punching Chanyeol’s thighs as the next round of Mario Kart begun.
Sehun excused himself and started walking out into Minseok’s hallway. When he approached the bathroom door, however, someone was ready inside.
“Hey,” Sehun lightly pounded the door, “hurry up in there!”
Suddenly, a faint buzz tickled the side of his thigh. He reached his hand into his pocket, searching for his phone.
[New Message: My Love 💞]
Sehun exhales deeply as he opens your text, realizing it was pretty late and you were probably asking where he was.
“Oh?”
What he wasn’t expecting, however, was a dull, rather empty message with the single few words that made a chill run down his spine:
[My Love💞: Sehun, I think we should breakup]
What!? Sehun feels his heart skip several beats as he feels his emotions drop immediately, both in fear and of confusion.
[Sehun: Call me.]
Sehun worriedly looked around the hallway and quietly made his way into Minseok’s empty, dark bedroom. The EXO boys were still howling in the living room, and no one seemed to notice him slip away.
[My Love💞: I can’t. I don’t want to say it again. I prefer saying it over text.]
Sehun rubbed a sweaty hand over his neck, not knowing what to say or how to properly react.
[Sehun: Why are you doing this?? Is this a prank? You know I don’t like pranks like these…]
A few seconds passed before another notification from you ensued.
[My Love💞: Please don’t ask questions. It’s a personal decision.]
[Sehun: You can’t just leave me without an explanation... is it something I did? At least give me some sort of closure?]
[My Love💞: Sehun don’t ask me anything, please]
[Sehun: but we were so happy together. We were so healthy together.]
[Sehun: Or am I wrong, were you not happy…?]
[Sehun: please answer me, say anything… is it something I can fix!?]
[Sehun: you can’t just leave me like this!?!?]
[Sehun: please??….]
Sebum’s heart was racing, and he kept refreshing your messages awaiting any response. His anxiety slowly started kicking in as the minutes passed with no response from you.
[My Love💞: <is typing…>]
[My Love💞: I’ve taken most of my things from the apartment. I’m leaving tonight.]
Sehun felt overwhelmed, covering his mouth with his right hand and looking around Minseok’s room for a tissue box. Thankfully, the boy kept one in the top cabinet of his nightstand.
Sehun reached for the box and lifted a tissue paper up to his face. Almost immediately, the silent tears started rolling from his reddening eyes.
[Sehun: please tell me at least why?]
[Sehun: you’re the only one I love. This is unexpected for me too, please understand it]
[Sehun: it’s bad enough you’re breaking up with me over text, but if it’s a problem we can fix I’ll work hard for us to get better]
[My Love💞: <is typing…>]
[My Love💞: Sehun. Gosh. I’VE FALLEN IN LOVE WITH SOMEONE ELSE]
[My Love💞: there, I said it. I never meant to purposely go out of my way to cheat on you, but it just sort of happened…]
[My Love💞: but you can’t even get mad at me because I see you so little since you’re always so busy and you’re always under so much scrutiny. I can’t take it Sehun, I can’t take your lifestyle as a kpop artist anymore. I can’t be your secret partner forever anymore!]
[My Love💞: the hiding in public, the way I have to ignore you so as to not raise suspicion, the way I have to wait around for your schedules to clear up except you’re ALWAYS busy. what am I to you? How have we even made it this long? I feel like I barely even know you!]
[My Love💞: Gosh, sorry, I didn’t even mean to lash out. I wanted to end things quickly. I wanted to be yours, with no risk of damaging an image or reputation attached. I wanted us to work, but it’s impossible because I don’t want to mess your career up. You don’t deserve it.]
[My Love💞: let’s just end it here and please block my number and I’ll block yours]
[My Love💞: don’t text me anymore]
Sehun read the last texts from you over and over again, his throat tightening more and more. The tears rolled harder, the muffled sobs grew more desperate for you.
It happened again. Again.
Another relationship I couldn’t save.
[Sehun: I’m not mad at you. I’m sorry I couldn’t do more.]
[My Love💞: <is typing…>]
[My Love💞: don’t make this harder than it already is. I won’t respond anymore.]
Sehun closed the chat and turned off his phone, wanting to desperately fling it across the room, but also feeling a need to hold onto it in case you would text him again.
But you didn’t.
Sehun sat hunched over at the edge of Minseok’s bed, elbows against his knees and hands covering his face.
The first soft whimpers of pain escaped his lips. He wept angrily at himself, not you. What could he have possibly done differently? Wasn’t the relationship going well?
‘I can’t take your lifestyle as a kpop artist anymore!”
Your heavy words repeatedly lingered on in his head. He quietly detested himself for not noticing the signs of your distance sooner.
But perhaps you were right. How could have he noticed you were escaping from his arms, anyway?
The last time you’d spoken was… almost eight days ago!
How do I fix myself? How do I fix my career? How can I live a normal life without having to hide the most important parts of myself from my own supporters!?
Sehun is too deep in his own sorrowful thoughts to notice when Minseok walks in.
“Sehun? Oh, I figured you’re in here— I’m sorry, have I interrupted something? Are you okay?”
Minseok quickly walks up to his younger friend and sits gently next to him at the edge of the bed, patting his back gently and waiting for the younger boy to speak up.
Sehun says nothing, but looks down at his phone and opens your chat again. He motions the last few messages to his older friend.
“Sehun,” Minseok reaches over to hug his younger friend, letting him calm down in his arms. “I’m here, I’m ready to listen if you need me to.”
Sehun wipes the last of his tears and shuts his phone off.
Eleven months gone to waste. I’m surprised we even lasted this long.
“Minseok,” Sehun quietly whispers, “can I ask you something?”
Minseok nods.
“Being a kpop artist was never easy. But… when does it get easier? You lose people you love because of the backlash you get from… from anything, really. But I don’t want to hide the most important parts of me anymore. What can we do?”
Minseok sighed, smiling up at his friend.
“This is more of a conversation you could one day have with Jongdae,” he smiled. “because I’m sure it was never easy for him to tell the world about his new family.”
“But,” Sehun frowned, “he got so much backlash for it. Why? Why can’t we just—“
“Sehun,” Minseok whispers, “regardless of what you do or don’t do with your life, those who truly love you will stand by whatever it is that you decide to take on next. Just as long as your choices are healthy. I’d rather get backlash for breaking out of this rigged kpop-image box and be at my happiest with one pure supporter, than to be withheld in this unhealthy parasocial image and wishing things were different.”
Sehun nods. “It… it sounds like Jongdae’s case has already started to break us from the box then, huh?”
Minseok smiled, nodding gently. “Soon, you will be able to say and share these important things in your life and not risk losing them or your career, because… well, because things will get better. Things will always get better. You’ll break the box one day, Sehun. You just have to take it one day at a time.”
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The Simple Things
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Rating: General Audiences
Relationships: Kiryu Kazuma/Majima Goro
Characters: Kiryu Kazuma, Majima Goro, Sawamura Haruka
Majima is visiting Kiryu and the Morning Glory kiddos. Everything's going well. That is, until Majima comes face to face with a spider.
Chaos ensues.
Inspired by this post!
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On a peaceful afternoon at the Morning Glory Orphanage in Okinawa, Kiryu sits on the floor of his room, fiddling with some of his old Pocket Circuit cars. The children have shown interest in having a friendly race, and who is Kiryu to not let them indulge? The familiar car designs bring with them a heavy load of nostalgia. While his most prized car, the Cool Striker he customized for his hardest race, was kept safe on a shelf well out of anyone else's reach, his numerous other cars from both the 80s and the 2000s have been disassembled. An assortment of tires, bumpers, gears and motors were strewn all over the floor, as Kiryu rebuilt the cars to be as balanced as possible. The process, while different from building for optimization, brought Kiryu back to simpler days. Times where he didn't have all of this weight on his back.
He's grateful for this time alone, which he was only getting because Majima had come down to Okinawa for a visit. While the kids were initially all intimidated by the man, Haruka especially, they quickly warmed up to him once he showed that he didn't bite. It's a serene kind of alone, one that lets Kiryu lose himself in monotony and peace, and not have to worry about a kid drowning in the ocean. He sets down the newly customized Golem Tiger next to the other finished car, and picks up the frame for the third car, quietly humming a small tune to himself.
A scream pierces the air, and Kiryu's blood runs cold. All of the kids were outside on the beach today, so unless Majima just screamed like a little girl…
Dropping the parts onto the floor, he rushes out into the main room, and sees… well…
Majima is standing on the main dining room table, staring at the closed door of the kitchen.
"Nii-san?"
Majima's head whips over, and Kiryu internally braces himself for an attack.
"KIRYU-CHAN!!!!!"
Majima's shout carries fear, which is very unusual for the Mad Dog. Kiryu is unfazed, but definitely concerned.
"What do you need, Majima-san?"
"I was comin' in to get the kids some of those tiny ass water bottles," Majima explained, no longer yelling but still a bit shaken, "and when I went in the kitchen… Oh god, Kiryu-chan, I almost lost years off ma life! Please, I will owe you for this, but can ya-"
“Is it another bug?"
A silence falls between them.
“.....maybe."
Kiryu sighs.
“What kind?"
Another moment of silence.
“A spider."
Kiryu turns and walks towards the landing of the building.
“DON'T LEAVE ME HERE, KIRYU-CHAN!" Majima cries out, fear reentering his voice.
“I'M GETTING SOMETHING. JUST KEEP YOUR EYES ON THE BUG." Kiryu shouts back as an attempt to calm him down.
“I DON'T WANNA LOOK AT THAT SHIT! ARE YA CRAZY!?"
“NII-SAN!"
“FINE!"
Kiryu opens a cabinet in the landing of Morning Glory, pulling out his trusty can of Multi-Bug Kill Spray, and walks back into the dining room to find the kitchen door open, and Majima pointing at the floor.
“Ya little fucker… yer done! Ya hear me!? Goro Majima wins this one!"
“I wouldn't call this a win, nii-san." Kiryu replies, setting the cap of the spray on the table next to Majima's foot.
“Don't bust my balls in front of the spider!" Majima retorted.
“The spider doesn't care." Kiryu said flatly.
“I care!" Majima's outburst causes Kiryu to chuckle a bit.
“Alright, where's this…. Uh..?" Kiryu trailed off, noticing the spider was no longer where Majima was pointing. In fact, it seems to have disappeared.
Majima's eye went wide.
“Ohgodwheredafuckdiditgo." Majima said, spinning around frantically.
"Are you sure it was real?" Kiryu asks, really hoping he didn't have to deal with a spider infestation.
"My little shits try to prank me with those fake ass spiders ya get with those dumb prank books, so I know when one of those fuckers is fake… that shit was real, Kaz." Majima says with a shaky breath.
"I believe you, Majima-san. We just have to find it now."
Kiryu trepidatiously walks into the kitchen, scanning every surface for the creature. Nothing.
"Do you see it out there?" Kiryu called out.
“No.” Majima replied, his voice now unusually small and coated with fear.
“Come back in here, then.”
Kiryu walks back into the dining room, and Majima meets him there. An idea flashes through Kiryu’s brain that he wishes he didn’t think of, but now he can’t let it go until he checks.
“I hate to say this… but stand still, and spread your arms out just a bit.”
“Haw?”
Majima seems confused, but obliges with Kiryu’s order. As quick as he can, Kiryu looks Majima up and down, trying not to linger in one spot for too long. He even lifts Majima’s jacket at places, ensuring the creepy-crawly wasn’t taking refuge directly on the Mad Dog and Majima hadn’t noticed.
“Ya checkin’ me out, Kiryu-chan?” Majima's slightly less fear-coated voice attempted to tease the dragon.
“Do you want to know what I’m actually doing?” Kiryu replied, repositioning one of Majima’s sleeves.
Majima falls silent as his eye goes wide, his flirtatious remarks falling away as what Kiryu assumes is a newfound fear fills him. He chuckles at Majima’s misfortune, but desperately doesn’t want to give him room to catch him off guard.
“The spider isn’t on you, nii-san.” Kiryu says, trying to feign confidence, and stepping back from him.
“Well.. it could be on you, Kiryu-chan.”
“What?”
Before Kiryu can protest, Majima starts to examine Kiryu up and down, taking noticeably a bit more time than Kiryu did with him. He silently thanks his past self for taking a shower that morning. Silence feels the space, and Kiryu becomes hyper-aware of every movement from Majima, and can almost feel his eye wandering around his body. Kiryu swallows, trying to erase whatever is happening from his own mind.
He feels his shirt lift slightly, as Majima's warm breath hits his lower back, and Kiryu has to fight an oncoming rush of redness to his face. Majima giggles quietly, noticing Kiryu’s fists clenching.
“Ya like that, Kiryu-chan?” Majima says almost against his skin, making the fight even harder for poor Kiryu.
“Now’s not the time, nii-san.” Kiryu says through gritted teeth. He wasn't even sure what was happening, just that it couldn't happen now.
The two then hear a loud stomp, and both men practically jump out of their skin. Kiryu feels the back of his shirt fall into place as he turns towards the entrance to Morning Glory. His heart immediately slows as Haruka enters the space and sees him staring in her vicinity.
"Hey, Uncle Kaz! Are the pocket cars done yet?"
"Hey, Haruka. Uh…. Not quite. There's only a couple more left, but I got a bit distracted by a bug." Kiryu looks behind him, and sees Majima's eye wide, practically pleading with him. Kiryu resists the urge to smirk. "Majima was helping me find the bug, but we seem to have lost it."
Majima's eye goes back to normal, gratitude filling it. Kiryu smiles ever so slightly, and cocks an eyebrow to say 'You're welcome.'
“A bug? You mean the big spider?”
Kiryu sees Majima’s eye go wide again.
“Did you see it, Haruka?” Kiryu asked his daughter, shifting his focus back to her.
She nods, and holds up a shoe that Kiryu only now notices is in her hand. “Don’t worry, I killed it. I have to wash the bottom of my shoe though.”
Kiryu lets out a small laugh as Majima sighs next to him.
“Nice work. Just don’t leave any spider bits in the sink.”
“I won’t.” Haruka then turns to Majima. “Oh, Uncle Goro. Taichi and Mitsuo were asking for you.”
Kiryu sees Majima go through many different emotions at once.
“Oh… uh, I’ll be down there in just a second, Haruka-chan. Just have to… y’know, actually do what I wanted to do up here.”
Majima and Kiryu exchange an awkward glance, as Majima clears his throat and walks into the kitchen.
"Did I say something wrong?"
Kiryu looks down at his daughter.
"No. I think that's the first time he's heard you call him that. Must've got to him."
Haruka nods. "Makes sense. See you in a bit, Uncle Kaz!"
Haruka runs into the kitchen. Kiryu sighs, and chuckles to himself.
How did I get so lucky?
Shaking his head, Kiryu walks back into his room, and decides to pay attention to the voices he can hear through the thin walls of the orphanage.
“You wanna see the spider?” one says.
“HELL NO! Get that shit away from me, Haruka-chan!” the other shouts.
A chorus of female giggles echo into Kiryu’s ears, and he smiles. Sounds like he’ll have to invite Majima back to the orphanage, especially if he’s getting along with Haruka enough for her to tease him.
Though, he makes a note to check for spiders if Majima agrees to come back.
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ace-donovan · 5 months
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fearful pranks ensue
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me-uglypretty · 7 months
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this is…love
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Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x F!Reader
Summary: Natasha’s first hello of love was everything, but the same love made her fear the worst. And when love falls apart, memories are left pulsing through hearts till the final hours of life.
Warning: 18+ (G), canon violence, blood, weapon, main characters death, angst, explicit language.
Word count: 5k
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There was a second interposed between life and death, a kind of unexplainable sensation or perhaps, a feeling that creeps on your skin, feigning pebble like bumps. At that stage, you wouldn’t know how or why such things was happening. However, as the unforeseen moment ensues suddenly and recklessly at that, your mind wail in muddle hums at something you couldn’t distinctly grasp, nor could you hinder the tormenting screams for help. The incompetent structure of your brain to understand such, induce agony to revive from within, a furious storm that gnaws hideously by the thumps of your heart, and prohibits your lungs from filtering proper breath of air.
And at that aching sensation, you were pleading for one individual, the same face flashing intensely in your mind. To have said person close, grasping your hands from trembling in their agony state, to embrace your body from falling apart into a void that you couldn’t understand.
Natasha—her name fell from your mouth as quivering breaths. Natasha, she echoes in your mind, the sounds of her aiding you through your misery, like she was there, so aware and you felt her.
Blurry eyes shut closed, pressing tightly to sustain the ache that manifested insensitively, then, your eyelids flutter open and white invades your vision. The thought of her extends the space of your mind, acting like an unexpected thunder before the storm, like the waves of an angry sea. A furious thing alike the ache you felt. Her round eyes widen, hues of nature surround soft-edged pupils, and a smile so lively, so sweet, so gentle as your mind flashes with images of her.
You sense a shift in the atmosphere, too humid for your liking, a foul stench that make your nose flair in resentment, an insufferable itch extends the width of your throat, and there, you heard a fly buzzing somewhere, so unbothered of your troubled mind. As wary eyes wander, you perceive yourself standing in the middle of a vacant apartment. Muted tawny tone wallpaper was fused on the walls, peeling at corners and pockets of air inclined towards its exhausted state. Snowy speckles drifts in the air, appearing distinct by the light creeping through worn out slits in the curtains. The same dust reign over dumped furniture and priceless objects scattered in the room.
It was a room once lived by those breathing and living, but now, a space that cease to pulse with life.
What happened? This wasn’t your home.
However, you remember the layout unmistakably. The window located opposite you, above the deterioration frame was an obvious crack which was a running joke based on its appearance of an X. The crack was right there, staring back at you with such perplexity. It’s just different, a voice in your mind reassured, it’s just unusually different from what you knew. Something doesn’t feel right, perhaps, you hoped for the least, that this was an awful prank or a hallucination from an unrelated accident.
It went on for a minute or two. The time consumed for your body to wake, for your mind to grasps a life that appeared as thought a nightmare.
You tried remembering, tracing your steps from moments or the origins of that festering ache in your chest. There was a feeling of anxiety that roused. You feared of something bad, then the apprehensive sensation and you saw your hands vanishing into speckles of nothing. Like a transition from one life to declining dust particles. The agony in your chest felt akin to death, losing sense of life and alone at that moment. You were stood there, fear crawling your skin as your arms enclose around your body to hold you from what’s left.
And you cried for her, Natasha, stumbling out your mouth as suffocating coughs.
The name of your ex, your lost love, and your first of everything, fell from your trembling lips like a repetitive prayer. Misery of what you felt didn’t ease in response to your pleading cries for help. For once, she was there, reducing aches that made you uneasy. She was a safety net that you cherish and loved. The next, she was a fumble of forever and not yours to call anymore.
After that muddling memory, you were met with an instant burst of darkness, and seconds after, you were there again, standing in an unfamiliar room and lungs gasping for air. It felt like an occurrence of sleeping, where your body seems to lift and fall at a sudden hit, but you were still slept at the same place without any harm. It was like standing abruptly, the rush of blood to your brain and your vision clouding in darkness, till you see again, and it’s okay again.
The aged space doesn’t aid your worries either. You stared at your bare hands, nothing had changed nor was there an ache, and your hand reach upwards, pressing firmly on your pulsing heart. You felt each beat, alive, alive, alive—it reminded you, and mocking thumps of emptiness that soon floods your existence. It stirred your insides with panic, as if, you had failed to stop the unimaginable, and you would, if you were there, so, you followed that ache.
Your feet led your frail body out the door, fatigue made you stumble on the same route you were walking just minutes ago, and yet, the corridor appeared old, alike a forgetting building. You continued with an eager, tripping feet and hefty breathes till you felt the gust of fresh air. The sun hovers in azure sky, emitting warmth, and for your head to rise above, only for your sight to blank in white hot flashes, for your head to remember of life. Then, you shake your head, like to remind yourself of something, while people stared at you weirdly and some matching the look of panic that fumes in your throat, where the taste of acid stains your tongue.
Worrying thoughts impedes your panic state; Was she trapped in the same state as you? Was that the reason for that sickly feeling in your stomach, the notion that something bad has happened without your knowing? Not just to you, but to her—to Natasha.
A call for your name speared through your chest and your body freeze. The emphasis stress commands your body to face the voice you heard, and a flash of blonde appears before your wide eyes, then a body that crash crucially against yours. Sounds of cries tugs at your mouth, body melting into the one holding you from falling, and those familiar hands clutches your shirt, afraid that you may disappear so she holds you closer.
It felt wrong, something so awfully immoral to remain in that state and your throat seems to close, urging for you to spit that wrong feeling. Why was your chest hurting far worse than before?
You had plead for her, but someone else’s arms were holding your frail body at its overwhelming state. The shared ache of crying so unreservedly together and the confusion of seconds that appeared more, that it felt too much and you choked on words you wish to say.
“I’m here, you’re okay, we’ll be okay…” her voice trembles as words falls messily, reassuring you of something that she couldn’t promise.
Her cold hands pressed on your cheeks, lifting your head enough for eyes to meet, and those are eyes you had not dreamed for—Raelle was different kind of unfamiliarity. Her eyes glaze in hope for something that had barely touch the surface of the feelings that brews intensely in your chest and burns warmly in the best way.
“What happened?” you asked, voice hoarse and heavy, as your hand rest over hers.
Raelle shakes her head. “I don’t know,” she mumbled, leaning her forehead against yours. “I was there— I don’t know what happened, something— almost everyone around me was…gone. I called you…and you always answer your phone! But this time, you didn’t, and you weren’t at home. I tried finding you…”
The ache in your chest amplifies. “Nothing feels the same,” and your eyes shut closed, for a second, for a longer moment till you felt her gaze stuck on you.
And you realise.
Raelle was looking at you like a memory, like time had passed, and this influence your attention on her. The different in her appearance, duller eyes, and longer hair, not alike the person you greeted in the morning. The crease around her eyes were deeper, retelling of maturing years. You couldn’t grasp why and how she had changed so much since you had last seen her. It was the morning before work, exactly 9.A.M., and you remember how she had tenderly kissed your head goodbye. The final words that echo in the apartment was about dinner. Raelle wanted pizza and you laughed, because you ate pizza yesterday too and it was freeing, but not this.
“How…” you paused, words drifting along your jumbled thoughts and confusion. A sole tear phases from her eyes to your thumb.
A ringing diverts your attention as her eyes gaze down, hands shakily grasping for her phone and answering the call with a trembling finger. Raelle’s hand stays on your face, holding you still, and your heart thumps a beat. It was a sound that spoke of how she loved you so, and you must love her too, you must.
Raelle’s hand falls from your face abruptly. Hesitation hums in her voice as her round eyes, those shades of blue and grey, met yours intensely. “Yes,” she answered, bushy eyebrows furrowed and your fingers trace the arch of her eyebrow, a frail attempt to distract yourself. “She’s with me. Why?”
You heard a buzz, the stillness of your body and the air that blew, residue of what had been, what was, and what you would never know. You wished not to know, but you had saw it first; the distraught look on her face, the drop of her shoulder and her eyes glossy, passing despair as tears spills and she stares at you with such misery. It’s that look, the one you feared for days alone, dreading the moment someone arrives and deliver those words you could never fathom, and you swear that knowing would leave you as a body of a vessel without a soul.
“I’ll tell her,” Raelle spoke softly, and gradually ending the call. “Y/n…”
There, where your life ended for the second time. She’s gone, you heard, loud and clear. Your mouth felt dry, gasping for air or something, and the thought that emerge of how you had screamed at her, and how your heart yearned for her—and now, life crashed again, the worse finality to had ever destroy your heart.
An explanation was conveyed carefully by Raelle. Those words met hiccups and struggled gasps of your own. Half the world disappeared, dead or something, and you had faced the same. Despite the provided understanding, the pain you felt when the unforeseen tragedy happened, couldn’t compare to what you felt now. You were screaming as it dawns that you were gone for years, everything changed, and the closeness of her body made you sick, elicited your hands to push her away.
It's too much. Your heart had wrung, breaths heavy, struggles of holding your body made you uncertain of a buzzing dream or a horrid reality, for what portion was real and what was you falling on the ground. The warm concreate gathers your frail state, a colder body press to yours, and she wasn’t pushing you away like you had done. Raelle was there, fighting the warmth with cold, allowing your abuse on her body, pushing her from comforting you, hitting her chest and cursing her for the lies you know—was the truth that you hated, and that everything was never her fault.
But you couldn’t grasp half of what was told, half of what you said and the things you saw. A world you knew were memories and moments left to decay. It wasn’t meant to end this way.
She, she, Natasha, she’s gone, and you were there still. Alone, alive, and a vessel that ached for her.
How could simple a phrase as, “She didn’t make it,” spark such alteration to your life?
Forever was promised with her, but you found a new home, someone to hold you close, and that different life still fumbles in reminiscing moments spend with her. The hope and dreams crafted to perfection was gone when you had walked out the home build for you, for her, for love and more. But you would never wish for her life to end this way, without a return.
You hope and please for anything, bargaining in every possible way that will allow your heart to relive those moments of pure bliss with her, to feel the puff of breath on your face before she kisses you tenderly, and she’s breathing with you.
Now, this life, the start of an end, a nightmare for as long as your lungs continues and so does your heart, you would endure the dreadful ache forevermore. Without your daydream. Without your Natasha.
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Days and night pass, alike season of which you can’t discern, just glancing vaguely out the window and perceiving the changes in colours. Then the next, your eyes were shut close, pressed urgently that lines rouse on your skin, and blood pulses anxiously. Flashes of life before the end floods your mind, always starting with the darkness behind your eyelids then the fireworks of colours that pulses in white, green, red of mismatch shapes and when those colours expand, distorted images merges to hazy vision of her. It was all, just moments chasing after another.
You became a vessel of forgotten time, vaguely sensing the voices that spoke of worry around you, breathing as they urged for you, and living for the sake of a demand. Still, you remained passive, sat unpleasantly by the window on a wooden chair that creek when you leaned backwards and felt the wooden spine prodding your skin, a motion that staggers as a reminder of life which lurches your body forward again.
“It’s okay to continue,” Raelle voiced the same phrase that heaves a storm of anger and disdain. Her shadow looms gloomily as she stands behind you. “Please,” she breathed out, as if, you would become excited and not be vexed at the sheer contact of her hand on your arm.
You would argue, tongue sodden with such bitterness for the fate that mantle over your life. “I can’t,” you whispered instead, softly, and tired, pleading for her understanding at the condition that left you feeling caught in between everything. To forget or to relieve those vivid moments, and thus, your heart settled on dwelling for a life you can’t summon into your trembling hands.
It felt like ropes were encircled around your ankles, tighten to a dead knot that wouldn’t unfasten, and it hauls you to its desired narrative. And you became a soulless puppet. Allowing the cruel downcast of life to splatter on you as any other abandoned object. It wasn’t easy, coping after years of your life was gone, only for your own body to comprehend while those you had closest to you—had those five years, and you never could.
Raelle doesn’t disregard this, as she spoke in such manner for hours no end, tender to your fragile state, listening to the sound of your fingers tapping absently on the window at moments of muteness, holding your body as you burst into sobs that passed with monologue of unfairness. Together, misery was shared. Raelle, your girlfriend, someone who hasn’t dared leave your side nor forgotten of you since you were gone, and the same who still, so surely, allowed your grief for someone else than condemn you for feeling so.
The same person whose mouth pressed faintly on your cheek, and those lips that you haven’t pressed with yours since, or initiated for bodies to pursue the other. What yearning warmth that dispute angrily in your chest, wasn’t fulfilled by her, even if she so compassionately held you as the last person you allowed to see you.
Sometimes, it feels wrong to allow such intimacy to disrupt your cluttered mind.
“You love her still.”
And you wished to answer from the depth of your heart;
“Yes! I love her!” and not deprive yourself from the selfishness to love her still, however, those words only occur with the denial of your head, shifting left and right. You denied how your eyes loose sense of focus on everything that wasn’t her or how you stare blankly at the walls more than dare meet those eyes that still cares for you.
Raelle’s shadow dissolve as the cloud shields the sun and her body moves from you. “But you do,” she pushed, anticipating your acceptance of the obvious truth. But you don’t offer her such, as your eyes falls on the ground. “And she loved you too,” she finished.
The confession incited your head to raise, facing the direction where she stood, staring bewilderedly at her as you try comprehending those words that wedged between reality and your mind simply messing with your sanity. You had suffered horrendously through this, the invented torment of hearing her voice, the effusion of grief that came after, and how you could never depart from the thoughts of her.
“She did?” you solicited, and released a shaky breath.
Raelle’s pupils widen, glimmer of hope shone mercifully in her eyes. A reaction incited in the seconds of you finally acknowledging her, but the look of hope dimmed immediately at realisation for your sudden attention. It wasn’t for her, and you felt guilt for snatching everything at once, and witnessing the woe that greyed her eyes. Though, she doesn’t dither from her advance as she steps closer and reaches for your hand. Fingers interlace together, familiarity and grievance, and you sigh, feeling the slightest of comfort in your chest.
A deep frown settled on her lips. “Steve called first…asking about you,” she carefully revealed, and met your puzzled expression. “But it was her wanting to know…if you were okay.”
You nodded your head, a taunting ache extends in your chest, as your eyes brims with tears that you wish to hold. Natasha shouldn’t have wallow in worry for you, someone who had left her by the door without another chance, and at a home that was meant for two, forevermore. But she—this beautiful woman, Natasha, always caring for everyone even when she shouldn’t, or wasn’t obliged to share such emotions, and with that, scarifying her own peace for others.
“Why?” you dared asked.
Then, the unexpected, a gentle smile appears on her face. “Because she loved you,” and those words that fall were like whispers of secrets to you, so hard to accept and believe. Her hand pressed firmly on your cheek for your eyes to truly meet hers. “She loves you.”
It's not fair, you argued from the depth of your anguish heart.
“It’s not hard to love you,” Raelle whispered, like accepting the truth was ripping her heart apart. “I don’t blame her for still loving you— and for you, still loving her.”
And you delayed a breath, hand frozen in hers.
“You need to stop this,” she continued, squeezing your hand to halt what misery you had dawn on yourself. “Natasha wouldn’t want this for you and I know, somehow, she knows you love her too.”
You stared at Raelle, lips quivering at the sheer agony that exacerbate at every word, at every realisation, at every truth. How would Natasha ever know?
It was too late for her to know that you had loved her too. You love her still, so deeply, that you could never replace her with another. You still love Natasha, the same love and more, and she ceased to know how another body couldn’t engulf you with comfort or lure you away from a hermit life.
Natasha would never know.
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Beneath the branches of deep brown and leaves that hung freely in green and yellow, where her memories scatters on an artificial shrine with those objects surrounding the limited space, as if offerings to the God for something good. Pictures, flowers, candles, stuffed toys, and all for a hero known from broadcasted news or for some, saved by one. While you stood there as someone who knew her personally and intimately, someone so special to your thumping heart, someone she had shared the best memories of life with—and they would never know her favourite flowers, or what scent she hated.
These people who walked the miles, taking each step with such delight, would never be blessed enough for a chance to know her like you did. They would never know that she checks the time twice to know she wasn’t late, despite always arriving early. They would never know how different her smiles were at given moments. They would never know her behind her persona, that superhero of which they saw.
But you would know every little thing, and you would continue to remember them, her.
The firsts to the lasts. You knew her first, that you swore till your final breath. Natasha Romanoff. Not Black Widow. Your Natasha. Your first and true love. She was everything.
Far before she knew the difference between right and wrong, the gushing red that she spoke so lowly about, all that evil was hindered and replaced for better by the means of her own effort. Natasha had fought for her freedom, for what was right to cleanse the bad she had done, and with the purest intention, she invested years of knowledge into doing good. Would they know her, or see her the same?
Natasha knew, she could never be forgiven for what she had done. But you still see her the same, that woman who was speechless and gawking at you while you offered to purchase her a new cup of coffee, far better than the spilled liquid.
This sole person, Natasha, she was willing to sacrifice her life for them; the helpless civilians, her teammates, the people who had spat and questioned her credibility, and those who would undoubtedly harm her. The latter would force her into hiding, running away from what graze of freedom that touched her hands, and for you to continue, unknown to where she had disappeared.
And that, the sacrificial death of Natasha Romanoff, driven by the purpose of selfishness—you would argue, because you rather her be here, and not allow the selflessness of her heart to give her life away. You wished for once that Natasha was selfish for herself, and not for others. For once she was, and swore after, so secretly to never allow that ache rise again. Even when she loved you; always the first to hold you, to shield you from the blazing sun above heads and the rain that fell heavily, to walking on the side where the car drove forward and for your body to walk safely on the other side of her body, to everything that ensure the best for you.
Your heart remembers those little moments shared with her, mind playing the blurry images flashing of true love. And warily did your hand stretch, the tone of your skin to that of a stone, where her name was engraved and the same place your hand touched. Why was she so brave and selfish for everyone else, but never for her own self?
The frown on your face deepens, pulling at muscles that aches, and you cursed fate for misleading love into this horrible finality. Anger blooms vividly in your chest, it doesn’t diminish for days and months, perhaps, years to come would remain in furious blaze of red. There, where you wanted to hate her, spat those word of flaming words at her face, wreak havoc for days and nights exhausted with agony—but you were there, spluttering profanities at a tomb stone that stood helplessly before your feeble body.
Soon, your body inclined to the tomb, face flattened to the stone as sobs wrecks through your chest at the mess that attained your soul and left you with a body, bruised and tired.
“Why did you have to die?” you asked as you tried diverting yourself from wailing, choking, and losing your senses at graveyard. “You promised, Natasha. You fucking promised me!” you bawled, hoping for the least, to relieve that ache, but you receive the sounds of rustling leaves and birds whistling from afar.
It was the same silence from her. A kind of brutality that wounded your heart. The anguish cursed upon you would remain, you believed. However, you knew her enough, more than them.
Natasha’s heart was somewhat a gem, gleaming of purity, clasped around horror that strike her life, and yet, she continued through lengthy stride of fire and evil, not once allowing an injury hinder her promise to her heart’s desire; to create some good in the world and to prevent evil to befall upon those, as it had done to her.
She was a saint. She had done more than those preaching by their religious status. And you, so happily, were in love with someone who was the bravest of them all.
It didn’t make sense for such love to end, impairing your heart from staying without the warning of ultimately ruining your heart. That horrible silence which you suffered through, and forced to faced one conclusion—to leave her, to walk out from someone like her, and you had to stop, to hold your body for minutes after, for hours later that you drove mindlessly, and months later that echoed of hatred for allowing such ending between two.
A love like yours and hers, so different, so unique, so fulfilling, that the horrible indifference appeared and damaged that beauty of love.
The attempts made to forget her, finding another embrace to replace that warmth that once reminded you of safety and love, and nights exhausted by cradling a phone with the same warmth you could receive from a machine. A life accompanied by shadows of her smile and touch that burned a reminder in your mind of love scattered on your skin from her tender kisses. Still, you roused to the morning’s glare, staring at the different rows of coffee in the store, glancing warily at the sky of blue and grey, and puddled on the ground, where mud stained your shoes. All that left you clinging to memories of her.
Another person consumed your mind, not of your heart, just splatter of love, and still, Natasha was there. It was always her, ever since the first discourse, the elating relationship, thousands of significant memories, and her, it was Natasha who braced for the impact of your body when you first fell in love.
Natasha understands your heart better than you had at times, but when love met its dreadful end, and the pulse of your heart is the sole reminder of live within your body, you could only hope and pray that Natasha knew one thing;
You loved her till the end.
Till the end of a relationship that sought forever. Till the end of your life. Till the end of hers. Till the end of everything. And an accountable time after.
And there, where you sat at her empty grave, the thought of her at her end—left you with a sickening bitter taste in your mouth, chest tightening of an ache you can’t comprehend, and your throat sealing from allowing you the passageway of air. You had left her and with that, half the world was gone too. Natasha was alone. She was left there, mourning the ones she loved, a world she swore to keep safe, to undone her wrong and failing at the inventible end.
The questions of her state sparked worriedly in your mind; Was anyone by her side through the last years of her altered life? Did anyone hold her close, whisper words sweet and kind to her thumping heart? Did anyone stayed by her while she slept at night?
You needed to know that she was fine, at least, surviving with someone to keep her sane, and someone was truly there for her. And in the end, her heart must had hurt through the hours that extend for years in misery to the minutes dreading to her final hour.
It was, so foolish, a wish from a heart pleading for something to aid you from losing more peace of mind.
Perhaps, if you had stayed another day or week, accompanied the rays of hope that slips through cracks of a broken love, and you might hear her laughter again in a home build for two. You would have fallen back into her strong arms and allow the scent of her safety fill your space You would have laid your head on her chest and listen to the beats of her heart alike a song you love. You would have stayed for hours more to when the end arrives tauntingly, and you would had listened to the confessions that left her awake at night. You would have accepted the reasoning why she had drifted from your love.
The plaintive words would grace those that reign of havoc, of pain, of haunting flashes and ending of such love, it would provide something more than the misery shared between two. You ached for that, anger or calm, anything that wouldn’t echo of a buzzing silence from her.
Because you, for so long, you had loved her so—and you know her.
Natasha lived on the same planet as you, but at two different edge of a hero and another civilian. She was born to alter a world so cruel. You hope so badly that you could reveal that to her;
“The world was saved by you, Natasha. The truth of your heart, and never needing anything in return for your kindness. You did that, Nat, you did everything for us…this world. You were perfect. Most beautiful, so pure, the best heart I had ever known…”
Like a fool, you effortlessly fell for her. The beauty of her heart lured you, binding your soul with hers. Now, you were left there alone, and broken beyond repair, uttering those helpless words to a tomb.
You wish for more. To feel her again, the first of her, the first kiss, the first of everything till the remaining days of your heart falling to pieces and she, so beautiful in your bleary eyes, so gentle as she slips through your heart, and so—
You wish for all that was her.
And thus, when your eyes shut closed, plummeting into a bed of delusions, you could feel the whole of her with you; mesmerising eyes, globes of emerald that roused nature’s merriest hues, her thumb trailing the curves of your lips before pressing a delicate kiss on those lips she swore to love, nimble fingers drawing absent lines across the arch of your cheeks to your jaw, then those softness that forced your legs apart and where feather like kisses marks your skin with warmth, the honeyed whispers of love—and all of you for her.
And you were there with her.
The warmth that exists with her, and the cold that made you shudder after her.
Natasha was there once, warmth skin on yours, grasping your hands and holding you in the safety of her arms. Proof of love glints feverishly in those round eyes as she stares into yours and still, you seek solace in hues of green. Little smiles shared from across the room, a tranquil day spend together, you on one end of the couch and flipping through channels while Natasha sat at the couch closes to the oak coffee table, where she briefly reads through a book. A picture far from those smeared of fuming hues on someone deemed as ruthless. The details of love, those instant reminders that she whispers to you of such feelings, things about you and her, moments of peace and warmth, all that never fails to remind you; that was love.
And that sweet smile of hers, wouldn’t dare gloomy clouds to cast their horrid shadow on your day. For her, Natasha, was the embody of light that flickers through your nights and stirs you awake countless of times after. A reminder that taunts of life that you had the greatest miracle of knowing, and a wish that smear your mouth, a sweetness mix of bitterness, to feel her kiss so firmly on your lips and the smiles that curls at an instant when you kiss her just as lovingly. She was so happy for a life together.
And you would die to witness that sweet smile of hers again.
And Natasha had completely ruin you for a life endured without her.
This is love—where countless of memories shared with Natasha were allotted as the last of love for you heart to reminiscences. From the first moment of eyes to meet to the dreading last hour of fearing to meet pained eyes, greys of sadness that you couldn’t face. For where love first touch by her name merge with yours, something so pure and unlike others, someone who had ruined the novel taste of love on your tongue if not shared with her. And yet, you would repeat those moments with her, to drown in her sweet love and feel the buzz of her sounds till the core of your bones. First of her that set your heart blazing for everything that is—Natasha. Your first, your last, and you would never love another after her.
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undercover--bunny · 9 months
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Silly little idea thing;
So, I really like agere fics where the regressor can physically regress as well and I thought of a really cool way it could be done in a more fantasy like setting.
Imagine a cursed amulet that can de-age people. It's considered something of a joke or a gag gift that people with magic can create and use to prank friends or even an unsuspecting adventurer looting chests for items.
Imagine;
-A regressor finding out about these amulets and what they can do and becoming absolutely determined to find/make one themselves, que them going on their own little quest! +Bonus, their party goes along with it and are 100% down to help them get the amulet
-Character A gives Character B the amulet as a prank, not knowing they're an age regressor, que Character A being absolutely confused when Character B reacts excitedly instead of annoyed or confused
-One of the party members gifting the regressor in the party the amulet, fluff then ensues
-A side quest goes wrong! The party was told there was some special magical item in this dangerous area, so they go looking for it. Turns out it was the de-ageing amulet and now one of the party members is de-aged, but they realize they sort of don't mind?
-^^ —Alternate Version of this; Because they like it, they regress and pretend to be young the whole time while the party is trying to figure out how to make the curse go away, but eventually they end up coming clean when the party figures out how to change them back
-^^ —Alternate, Alternate Version of this; Because the area is dangerous, the party quickly takes to protecting the de-aged party member and, either because of fear or because they got hurt, they regress and the party scrambles to keep everything together. +Bonus, the party later finds the person who tricked them and chews them out for pulling such a potentially dangerous prank
-Character A is a regressor in a party and they have a de-aging amulet on them at all times. They use it when they're alone as a way to regress physically with their regression. One day, however, one of the other party members walks in on them while they're regressed!
I just think it's a neat idea!
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I see your Phone!Akari, and ma I introduce to you the sheer chaos that could ensue from Akari body-swapping... With PALKIA.
It ends with Akari collapsed in agony after Palkia ate too much while in her body, and Palkia nursing a headache and fixing the rifts Akari made whole also privately thinking "WORTH IT".
LOL while that probably would not happen (some legendaries could fear and shun manaphy for this reason and stay away from them; besides self-defense, I’m sure it does heart swap for pranks as well), Akari would probably use this chance to rip a rift open through the wall of Arceus’ space-time dimensional single-room apartment, and get them to actually take herself and Ingo home.
Arceus agrees, of course, terrified. She comes back to tell Ingo the good news, only to find Palkia in her body, knocked out and face down in several plates of Beni’s potato Mochi.
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Love your blister pack story! It really made my day! As for Dani being pissed and wanting to kill Superman because he’s being a grade A ass, I could totally see her pranking the crap out of Superman and publicly embarrassing him as much as possible. Just her being a total inconvenience to him in any way possible. And not getting caught while doing it either. She may not be able to kill him, but she’d definitely want to do something about all that anger she has for him. Even if that something was immature and petty. This isn’t something that I expect to be added to the story, but I couldn’t help but toss this in your direction. Feel free to ignore it if it seems pushy.
lol, no fear; I have plans in place for her retaliation already, but I like it when people run up to me with their own excitement about the story too.
For the sake of our mutual entertainment, please envision an invisible Danielle sneaking into base mid meeting, reaching out with two silent hands, and pantsing the Man of Steel in the middle of a Justice League meeting. It's clearly something that could not have happened on its own. No one could see (or sense!) anyone in the room with them. Did the magic users see anything? Perhaps not? Mystery ensues. Humiliating, miserable mystery ensues.
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where-is-vivian · 1 year
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FIC LIST! (open if you're curious I guess)
ON GOING WORKS:
CURSE BREAKER (OR HOW TO FIND ANSWERS) : 6th year Regulus Black is trying to break a curse casted one millennium ago by a welsh wizard, and James just happens to know a bit of Welsh thanks to Remus. Hogwarts, No Voldemort, Forced Proximity, Jegulus, Oblivious Idiots, Fluff, Tiny bit of Angst, Happy Ending, Background Wolfstar, Marylily, Dorlene, Rosekiller. >200K words
IF YOU BE THE MATCH, I WILL BE A FUSE (BOOM) : Regulus' friend from his photography class needs help to complete a portfolio, because his model cancelled last minute. His brother, Sirius, happens to model here and there. Wolfstar, Model AU, Remus as a Photographer, Sirius as a Model, Nude Modelling, Modern AU, Background Jegulus, Marylily, Dorlene, The Black Brothers have a good relationship. >20K words
FINISHED WORKS:
SHALL I COMPARE THEE TO A SUMMER'S DAY? : There's this school festival organized on campus, and all the cinema students present a project. At the end of the semester, everyone on campus is invited to come and watch them. The next one starts; it's starring James Potter and Regulus Black. One shot, Jegulus, Modern AU, Experimental writing, Cinema students, Fluff, Friends to Lovers, Romantic AF. 13K words
LET THE FEAR YOU HAVE FALL AWAY : Regulus is supposed to have this arranged marriage with a girl his family chose for him, from the same rank as him, and he's supposed to ask her during the wonderful ride of the Pole Express, that ends up under the Northern Lights. Until a charming waiter catches his eye. Titanic-like fic, Major Character Death, Angst, James Potter has an insane amount of rizz, Victorian Era. 15K words
IF I WANTED RAIN, I WOULD HAVE ASKED : Regulus is working for Cloudpunk, a semi-legal corporation specialized in deliveries, located in Nivalis. He's doing his job, until he has to pick up James. A rather annoying passenger. And he doesn't usually take people with him. Until he realises why he had to pick James in the first place. Ensues a real hide and seek, because if there's something Regulus will never do, it's to surrender to anyone. Cyberpunk AU, Jegulus, James is on the run, Regulus is badass af, Dystopia, Angst, Fucked-up society, based on the video game CloudPunk. 35K words
A MAN ON THE HORIZON : Regulus ran away from his family with his horse. One problem. It's the middle of winter, there's a snow storm, and he has to cross the mountains. James is alone in his ranch when he rescues a stranger from a snow storm in the middle of the night. A story on how to find each other in the middle of nowhere. Cowboy AU, Fluff, Jegulus, Background Wolfstar, Happy Ending, Cowboys and Stetsons (that's the plot), Cute cows, James is Head Over Heels, Regulus is figuring out stuff. 13K words
THE PRONGSFOOT AU SERIES: TIMELINE
KISSES THAT HURT : Sirius is dating Remus. But Sirius always kisses his best friend James goodnight. Remus doesn't like to share. Hogwarts AU, Prongsfoot, Wolfstar, Unrequited Love, Goodnight Kisses, Angst, One Shot. 2K words
KISS ME IN THE DARK : One night, during a prank, Sirius and James hide together in an alcove of the library. But in the dark, things can happen easier... Hogwarts AU, Prongsfoot, Boys kissing, Friends to Lovers, Pranks, One shot. 1,1K words
THE SPY AU SERIES: WE DON'T PRAY FOR US, WE JUST PRAY FOR DEATH:
JANUARY'S WHITE NIGHTS : Lily Evans has to retrieve a folder to expose a corrupted politician during a mission, and she meets Ghost, a strange person who just happen to be there too, at the same moment, in the same place, for obscure reasons. Pandalily, Spy AU, Modern AU, Badass Characters, Coffee Shop (somehow), First Meeting. 10K words
YOU WILL REGRET : When they go on an impossible mission, James get caught, and Regulus and Sirius are ready to overthrow the whole world to find him. Jegulus, Spy AU, Modern AU, Lots of Blood, Badass Characters, Black Brothers team up together, Mature Rating. 13K words
YOU, TELL ME : The first mission Remus Lupin and Sirius Black have to do together. Sirius underestimates the new recruit, and he ends up proved wrong. Wolfstar, Spy AU, Modern AU, Lots of Blood, Mastermind Remus Lupin, Blood, GUNS, Badass Characters, First Meeting. 11K words
WHY NOT YOU : Peter feels awfully bored these days. He works for The Order, an organisation that sends its spies all over the world, but he... is just a prop maker. He doesn't do all that exciting stuff. Good thing he's suddenly assignated to making sure Xenophilius, who came back from a mission half-dead, is getting better. Silvertail, Spy AU, Fluff, Kinda crack, Stuck in a lift, Forced Proximity, Aromantic & autistic Peter. 13K words
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Top 10 Movies that *Feel* Like Summer
(I only included films that I have seen or personally feel capture that summer feeling).
Stand By Me
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The boys spend their summer day going on an adventure. Along the way, they connect on a deeper level. Sure, they’re on the hunt for a body, but it’s the perfect encapsulation of childhood and those summer memories with your friends. The Oregon backdrop really creates the mood; with beautiful mountain scapes, lots of sunshine, woodland areas and swamps, etc. It’s also a beautifully written (and even more beautifully acted) film. When I think of summer as a young teen, I think of this film. 
Friday The 13th / Sleepaway Camp (You could also put Fear Street Part 2 here as well)
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I’m putting these two together since they are virtually the same thing. Both films take place at a summer camp. And of course, involve good, wholesome Slasher fun! They have beautiful lakeside views, summer camp activities, the whole shebang! We’ve all (or most of us) been to summer camp. So I think there’s something to relate to in these films, and admire. So what if a few teenagers get their comeuppance in the process. 
American Pie 2
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The central plot of this film is a huge blowout party by the beach. The gang orchestrates a big bash to close out summer. It’s Stiffler and the gang, so of course chaos ensues. This one’s a lot of laughs! 
The Sandlot
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  I really see this one and Stand By Me as sort of the same kind of thing. Both even share a scene where the kids have to escape a guard dog. But at their core, both are the epitome of hanging with your friends and getting into all sorts of fun during summer break. This one is just set in the summer of 1962, and with a baseball backdrop. 
Jaws
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This one literally happens around the 4th of July weekend. It’s at the beach, and is filled with holiday festivities. It’s about as summer a movie as it can get! Oh, and it has sharks, so that’s cool! 
Grease
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“Summer lovin had me a blast”. It’s right there in the song. Danny and Sandy meet on the beach and fall in love. Neither realize that they’ll end up at the same school. The movie comes full circle when it ends at the end of the school year and it’s summer again. To cap things off, there’s a big carnival with all the summer vibes! 
The Parent Trap
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Another summer camp movie. Gosh, there’s so many. But this is a nice family friendly one. Twins Hallie and Annie are both sent to the same summer camp, where they discover that they were separated at birth. Of course there's the usual summer camp stuff in this one. But there’s also some great scenes later on where the whole family goes on a camping trip and the twins totally torture their soon to be stepmom with pranks. It’s hilarious and worth the watch for that alone! 
National Lampoon’s Vacation
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This one is a bit of nostalgia from the days of going on family vacations during the summer. The Griswold’s take a cross-country road trip to Walley World, a California amusement park. In true Griswold family fashion, they run into a lot of mishaps along the way. These are so entertaining! This film is complete with stopping at a campground for the night, skinny dipping, a visit to the Grand Canyon, and eventually making it to the amusement park. Which is quite the misadventure in and of itself. 
Dirty Dancing
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It’s the summer of 1963, and Baby is vacationing at an upscale resort with her family. She falls in love with dance instructor Johnny Castle. Throughout the film we see the two of them grow closer together as he teaches her a routine for the upcoming end of summer shindig. This one isn't as summer filled as some of the others on this list, but it definitely takes place during that time and has  great lakeside views as well, 
I Know What You Did Last Summer 
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Summer is literally in the name. This is another one that takes place on (and around) July 4th. On July 4, 1996, Julie James and her friends take a drive to the beach. They hit someone on the drive and dump the body to cover it up. Fast forward a year later, Julie is back from college for the summer when she and her friends begin receiving letters saying, "I know what you did last summer!" From there, someone in a rain slicker and a hook for a hand starts stalking and killing the characters off one by one. An integral part of this film is the 4th of July celebrations in the town. A Parade. A pageant. The seaside scapes! This (and Jaws) are July 4th MUST WATCHES for me every year! 
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