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nymphie-mama · 2 years

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YOU COULDN’T BOTHER ME

A/N: this is pure fluff. enjoy.

PAIRING: cute!jj maybank x nervous!reader

WC: 780

SUMMARY: in which reader has a nightmare and JJ surprises her.

WARNINGS: fluff, nightmare (idk??), mention of underage smoking, reassurance, not beta-read

It was barely midnight when she fell asleep. She was in her own room for the first night that week, having been at the chateau or Kie’s place every other night. Being with her friends was Y/N’s favorite part of the summer, but more than anything, she loved being with JJ.

She’d been in the middle of an iMessage conversation with the boy himself when she fell asleep. Him, knowing his perfect girlfriend was only a night owl when someone was with her in person, gathered that she passed out after only a few minutes of not responding. Nonetheless, he sent her a goodnight text (or two), just in case.

It was about 2 o’clock when Y/N was starting to get scared, even if she was asleep. She was dreaming of her friends- except, they simply weren’t. JJ and Kie forgot about her, John B and Sarah were gone, and Pope just up and left. JJ was asking who Y/N was, saying he never knew her before she jolted up.

She sat straight up, hair flat against her head and warm streaks down her cheeks. She was breathing heavily, chest rising and falling rapidly as she thought to check her phone.

1:23 a.m pretty boy:

good night, princess. i’ll see you tomorrow

1:46 a.m pretty boy:

well, later, i guess. It is “tomorrow.” good night, for real this time.

At first, she didn’t want to text her boyfriend and bother him, assuming he was actually sleeping by now. He probably would’ve sent a few more messages by now if he wasn’t. Y/N made a few vicious attempts to go back to sleep, reminding herself it was ‘just a dream’ and that everything would be okay.

It was almost three, she still wasn’t sleeping and decided to give in and text him.

2:58 a.m princess:

are you awake? i had a bad dream, can’t sleep

She threw on a t-shirt of his, for his smell while she scrolled through Instagram mindlessly for at least thirty minutes, liking posts from various creators and her friends. Her blanket rustled around her figure as she kept finding herself uncomfortable over and over again. I miss you, J, she thought, helplessly. Nothing could comfort her more than JJ holding her right then.

Just as those thoughts completed in her head, there was a familiar knock on the door. In the just-right rhythm, proving to be JJ. She pushed herself off the bed and rushed to the door, a smile stretching across both of their faces when she opened it to him.

“You are so lucky my parents aren’t here, they’d-” Y/N started, interrupted by a smooth kiss on the cheek, “Hi, pretty. Why do you have the backpack? Don’t tell me you brought the gun to my house-”

JJ rushed the backpack off of his body as he let himself into the door, pulling out all of his girlfriend’s favorite snacks, an extra t-shirt, and a blunt. Funny, JJ. He smiled brightly at her as relief washed over her face. He pulled her into a tight hug, resting his chin on the top of her head, “I’m sorry it took me so long, love. I went as fast as I could, I didn’t even properly open your text. It was just a dream, everything is okay. I’m here, I’ve got you, baby.”

Y/N didn’t hesitate to wrap her arms around the blonde’s waist, pressing her cheek into his chest, still standing in the doorway. “Are you sure? I’m sorry I bothered you, J” she asked, bringing her chin to his chest and gazing at him. JJ scoffed and pushed Y/N off so he could look at her whole face, eyes shining with something pure.

“No, princess, I was awake. You couldn’t bother me, love,” he said, pulling her back into her bedroom and laying on the bed, “Do you need anything? Other than snacks?”

“Please hand me that,” she said, pointing to the snack JJ had in his hands, “and then hold me, please,” she added, laying down next to him and crawling into his arms, leaving just enough (dreaded) space between them for their now shared snack.

“Do you want to talk about the dream? It’s okay if you don’t,” he said, treading one hand into his girlfriend’s hair while she shook her head, smiling just a little bit at his touch.

“No, just, I’m so glad you haven’t forgotten about me, baby,” she said, touching her forehead to his.

“What? Of course, I haven’t forgotten about you, princess. I could never forget about you.” He placed a kiss on her cheek, some water welling in his eyes just thinking about it, “I love you.”

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notyour-valentine · 2 years

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Hello Val!!

How are you doing? Congratulations on reaching 1k! ✨

Can I request a Tommy blurb with this prompt?

“I want to understand you.”

I’m sure you’ll create something amazing 🥰 xx

An Understanding ~ Dad!Tommy Shelby (Fluff)

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Warning: Babies? (18/21+). I do not consent to my work being translated, copied or posted elsewhere on this platform or any other.

Words: 1039 words

By now, one would think Thomas Shelby was used to these situations.

He knew the rush, the feeling of his blood pumping and his mind racing at a hundred miles an hour.

If one had the luxury of a warning, one had to use it wisely - such quarter wasn’t easily given but far too quickly squandered.

It had started with the slightest of sounds, but Tommy knew it all too well by now. Small at first, but it was only the beginning, like the first droplets of rain before the storm would come.

Immediately wide awake, he had jumped out of bed and rushed out to the adjourning room before the woman next to him could stir.

"Shh, shh!", He soothed, even before he reached the crib, making sure to close the door behind him that usually was always open.

The baby was squirming inside, little legs kicking in frustration, with swollen and red cheeks and a face torn in agony.

“Oh love.”, he sighed as he reached inside, supporting the little head.

While cradling the child against his chest, he reached inside the cot and retrieved the little blanket before fleeing the nursery for the silence of the corridor.

It was a small thing, embroidered at the edges with rather clumsy needlework, but what it lacked in skill it made up for with the love that laced every stitch.

They reached the corridor just in time as outright cries began to replace the restless groans and sniffles.

Tommy rushed down the stairs as quickly as he dared with the baby in his arms, thankful he had the means to put so much distance between the crying baby and it’s mother.

Once downstairs in the sitting room, he breathed a small sigh of relief because at least they were out of earshot by now.

It was short lived, though, as the baby began to cry again, making him feel the burn of warm tears against his bare chest.

“What was it?”, Tommy asked, rocking the child back and forth.

“Was your room a bit chilly?”, he asked.

He hadn’t noticed a drop of temperature but he would have to check once it was safe to go up again. Things like that could happen all too quickly in times like these.

He checked the nappy but that was still good too. And yet the baby kept crying.

In an effort to spread some sense of calm, Tommy placed his chin on the top of the little head, humming softly.

But it did little to stifle the wails. They were just as noisy and just as piercing as earlier.

So it couldn’t be lack of attention or a mean midnight scare.

Not warmth either, not when the baby was held between his bare chest and that blanket.

Tommy shifted, allowing himself to look into the tear streaked face.

Gently, he stroked a few droplets aside.

“What is it, eh?”, he wanted to know.

The only response he got was another heart wrenching sob.

He had always hated the sound of a baby’s tears, not because he found them annoying, but because it sent a rush through his body to sooth them, to help and to comfort.

Nothing, not those countless hours with Anna, Michael of even baby Finn had prepared him for the heartbreak of hearing his own baby cry.

"Want to tell me?", he tried once more.

When he brushed his finger over one of the tear stained cheeks, the baby leaned into his touch, still wailing as if there was no tomorrow.

“Love, I want to understand you.”, he sighed, “but you have to give me more than that. Otherwise I’ll have to get Mummy.”

And that was the last thing he wanted to do.

He had heard the women talking about the different types of baby cries, which Ada and Polly had only ever confirmed, and she could probably figure it out at once, but he really didn’t want to have to wake her.

The days with a young baby were long, and the nights longer still.

Carrying a child, giving birth and nursing - these were all strains Tommy could not help with, but he was determined to do his absolute best when it came to nighttime duties. A few more hours of sleep weren’t the world, but it was the least he could do.

He wiped at the tears again, only to have his finger caught and immediately brought to the baby’s mouth.

The sucking was immediate and forceful, the scars of his split knuckles bushed against those pink petalled lips.

The baby sucked and sucked, and when there was no release in the light of a disappointment, Tommy huffed.

“No milk but you keep sucking, so you’re not hungry then.”

His baby was smarter than that.

Then he remembered something and brushed his finger against the baby’s gums only to see the little head flinch.

“Your gums, is it?”, he asked. “Why didn’t you say that earlier?”

He thought of giving the baby a droplet of whisky - that had calmed Finn, but he knew a certain someone who’d have his head on a silver platter if he did that.

“We could just not tell her.”, he thought, his eyes wandering to the crystal carafe once more, but he hated lying to her unless it was absolutely necessary so he had to find something else. And he knew just where.

The kitchen was pitch black when he entered, and the chill of the ice box made goosebumps appear all over his arms and back.

He muttered a curse under his breath as he gathered a handful of cubes with his bare hand and threw them into a bowl before letting a little water run over it.

“Shh, shh, nearly there.”, he soothed the fussy baby as he waited for a few moments before dipping a clean cloth into icy water.

The cold stung as he wrapped the soaking cloth around his finger but it was a pain he just had to bear.

Compared to the icy water, the warm lips felt almost soothing as his baby began to suck once more.

They repeated the process again and again, Tommy leaning against the kitchen counter and before the ice was fully melted, he felt the weight of a sleepy little head resting against his chest.

“I knew we’d come to an understanding in the end."

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smolcinnamonchipmunk · 4 months

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Witness Protection

(I’m sorry for not posting anything actually in a while. Headspace has not been very good. So, forgive me for being self-indulgent and traumatizing another self-insert.)

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TW/CW: Brief graphic depiction of a murder, blood, panic attack, fear of dying/death, unintentional fearplay, aaaaand soft, safe M/nb G/t vore

I loved nighttime.

Aside from being time from work for most people, it was a time for people to relax inside and unwind before bed, even on the weekends when more people would stay up.

But, for me, it was a chance to go outside without worrying about other people for the most part. Sure, sometimes there were some joggers that ran the same paths I did, but it was blissfully quiet after midnight. Especially on an average work night like tonight where almost everyone was asleep. No cars, no barking or bustling, just... calm. A nice night to listen to some music from my earbuds and stretch my legs from being cooped up in my apartment.

The only thing I didn't like was the chill that permeated the night air, making me shudder a bit and internally grumble in my sweater and oversized flannel jacket. Some people would suggest gloves, I hated the feeling. I much preferred beanies like the red one I wore for the night. It kept my head warm and also made it so that I didn't have to do anything to my easily unkempt, fluffy hair.

I exhaled through my nose and blinked a bit when my breath fogged in front of my face, blinding me for a second as the cloud clung to my glasses. Rolling my eyes and murmuring "Of course." under my breath, I stopped and pulled them off of my face to clear them.

When I placed my glasses back on my face, I thought I saw something in the reflection of the glass. I looked up curiously and saw nothing around me save for fallen leaves coasting on the breeze.

Wondering if it was a stray cat or raccoon, I carefully walked towards the direction I thought the reflection would have come from. An alleyway that would be a perfect hiding spot for any stray animals. I thought idly that if it was a cat, maybe I could coax it back home for a bath.

Stepping up to the entrance of the alleyway, I strained to see in the darkness.

There was a shifting shape about the height of a dog, but... weird. If I had to try and equate the shape in the darkness, I would have had to guess that it was a dog trying to get into a trash bag? Maybe? I'd never exactly seen anything like it, so it was difficult for me to wrap my head around.

A bit curious and worried, I let out a concerned exhale and kept from vocalizing to avoid scaring off the dog, pulling out my phone. Opening my phone, I turned on the flashlight as something raised in the dark.

I froze.

The weirdly jerky and hunched shape wasn't a dog attempting to dig into a discarded trash bag. It was someone struggling to keep a bound woman beneath them subdued.

A woman whose face was streaked with wet mascara from tears, mouth gagged by a bandana or rag, shirt and leggings dirty with some holes presumably from struggling while her hands and ankles were tied. Who's green eyes flickered briefly towards me as the flashlight clicked on, giving me the horrible sight of the light leaving her eyes as a knife plunged into her throat in a crimson splatter that misted her and the person holding the knife.

I saw steam from hot blood meeting the colder air.

The attacker, who swung down as I turned on my flashlight, quickly looked up from the still warm corpse on instinct. I saw them recoil, the hood of their jacket and a winter mask that covered the lower half of their face preventing me from getting a good look at them. I don’t even think I would have remembered their features anyways, everything feeling like it was blurring as they lifted a hand to try and block my phone light.

The brief seconds of blindness was probably the only thing that saved my life.

My legs moved quicker than my mind, sprinting away from the scene as quick as I could, not daring to look back to see if or when the attacker would choose to give chase. My numb fingers fumbled with my phone, struggling to dial the police as my panicked breathing threatened to make me faint. Too numb and shaky, my fingers couldn’t keep a firm grip on it and I yelped as my phone slipped from my grasp.

I briefly skidded to a halt for the barest of moments with the intent to try and pick it up before quickly deciding it wasn’t worth my life, continuing my mad sprint down the sidewalk. My music jittered and glitched as the source of the musical connection grew further away, quickly cutting out entirely to leave me with the sound of blood rushing in my ears, my panting, and my muffled footsteps.

Heart pounding almost painfully in my chest, my vision tunnel-visioned only on trying to run to the safety of my apartment or something, not seeing the hand that jutted out of the alley I was about to run past until I practically slammed into it.

I hadn't heard any footsteps because of my earbuds.

I was pulled into the darkness with terrifying ease, too quick to even let out a scream before my mouth was covered by a hand and an arm wrapped around my torso, lifting me enough that my feet left the ground. My legs kicked uselessly as I struggled to somehow pry my captor off of me, near-hyperventilating with the horrible knowledge that they were far larger and stronger than I was.

This is it. I'm about to die because I decided to leave the house once in a blue moon.

My eyes stung from the cold and the slight sheen of tears as they watered a bit, a cold pit forming in my stomach as I expected to be pinned and stabbed like the woman earlier. Any second, the thought of pain and dying would come to fruition.

But, instead, I was clutched to my captors chest while I squirmed to get away with little to no reaction. There wasn't even an indication that they felt anything. I could feel their breathing against my back, unsure if the sound of a racing heart was just from me or if they were silently freaking out about me seeing them kill someone.

I thought that, perhaps, they were waiting for me to exhaust myself in my panic. But, I realized there was the sound of muffled running footsteps outside the alleyway beneath the blood rushing in my ears. A figure ran past, a mental latency telling me that they had a spattering of coloring on their clothes that looked suspiciously like blood and the glint of what may have been a knife.

If that was the killer… who the fuck was holding onto me?

As the confused and still panicked thought crossed my mind I felt my captor let out a relieved sigh against my back, able to see the heated steam from them scatter above me. My body instinctively stiffened, at the sight and sound of their sigh, letting out a muffled yelp as my captor turned almost dizzyingly quick.

I found myself with my feet back on the ground, but I was trapped against the alley wall by my captor before I could fully process the movement. Back against the wall, one arm blocked off escape towards the alley entrance while the other hand remained against my mouth to keep me quiet. They were… definitely a lot bigger than me, at least six feet tall with a far more muscular build than my own. Their details were difficult to make out in the darkness of the alley but I saw that he was dark-skinned with his hair cut short, dark green eyes glinting in the dim light from the street.

“You alright?” a gruff, masculine voice spoke up. It was a whisper, but it still made me jump, feeling far too loud in the almost silent night even with my earbuds still in. When I didn’t immediately nod or shake my head he sighed and shifted the arm blocking me in, reaching towards me.

“Mmmphf!” I let out a muffled exclamation and flinched away, quickly grabbing his wrist with both of my hands. I was entirely certain that I couldn’t stop him from anything but he stilled his hand anyway.

“I’m not trying to hurt ya, I’m trying to make sure you’re NOT hurt, kid,” the guy huffed, a second or two passing before he added, “Look. I’m going to remove my hand to ask you some questions. You’re not going to scream or anything when I take my hand off, right?”

I wasn’t even sure I would be able to scream if I wanted to, my throat feeling too tight and breathing feeling laborious. Staring at the mostly obscured face of the man, I reluctantly nodded after a few seconds. Another second and he nodded back.

“Alright. Are you hurt?” he asked, glancing down at my body for a second, squinting to try and see if I was injured.

“I-I.. No, no, I-I’m fine,” I forced out, barely able to manage a response as my voice tried to stick in my throat. Still, I couldn’t help but give myself a light pat down, absentmindedly plucking my silent earbuds out of my ears. I could hear the light whistle of a breeze through the alleyway, something about being able to hear better both making me feel relief and a new spike of anxiety to add to my current state. I couldn’t help the wary suspicion as I asked, “Who… Who are you?”

It felt oddly timed that someone else would be out and about in the same area while also somehow getting me out of danger just in time. I especially couldn’t help but wonder what he was doing in an alley, of all fucking places. The other person was certainly a murderer, yes, but that didn’t mean that this man wasn’t also dangerous.

In the harsh contrast of darkness and light from the street I saw the man blink a bit before sighing.

“I guess I shouldn’t be surprised at the question,” the man replied, “My name’s Damien. I’m a private investigator that was hired to tail a suspect in a serial murder case, to find evidence or intervene before he killed again.

“I’m judging by your behaviour that I failed in that regard,” His expression turned unreadable for a couple seconds of silence before asking his own question. “What did you see?”

For some reason, despite the question being completely understandable, it caught me off guard. I blinked at him as I struggled to move my tongue, the muscle feeling stiff.

“I-I,” my voice stuck in my throat. The scene began to replay itself nonsensically in my mind’s eye and I felt my heartrate begin to quicken, my breathing turn shallow. My choker suddenly felt too constrictive, feeling too aware of my own pulse beneath the strip of fabric and I reached up absentmindedly to touch my neck.

“Did he see you?”

Damien’s voice brought me back from my stupor, the mild change of subject surprising enough to ground me. I stared at him for a second before swallowing to try and clear my throat to answer, “I-I don’t think so… I think I blinded him with my phone flashlight, b-but I dropped it when I was trying to call the cops while running…”

“Fuck,” Damien growled under his breath, the small sound enough to make me flinch. “If he grabbed it then he might be able to get into it to find out who you are and where you live.”

“Oh.” The thought hadn’t really crossed my mind, more focused on just trying to survive than the prospect of what would happen if I managed to run away from the killer. Now that the possibility of him finding out where I live was presented I was unfortunately picturing a shadowed figure breaking into my home in the middle of the night to kill me. “... It was by Glass Tower.”

“What?” The man looked caught off guard by my statement.

“The murder,” I said numbly, gesturing to the alley entrance. “It happened by Glass Tower, I think.. In an alley. I-I thought it was a dog,.. I-I.. She…”

The almost overwhelming numb feeling of shock cracked slightly as I tried to describe what happened, my breath suddenly hitching in my throat and my eyes stinging as panicked tears began to well up. I let out a shaky breath, trying and failing to not curl in on myself, especially with an almost complete stranger,

Thankfully, Damien’s only comment about it was, “You don’t need to get into it now, kid. We can get a full testimony later.”

“… O-Okay,” I nodded, trying to calm myself down. I felt both cold and hot as my body’s anxiety and adrenaline fought with the below-freezing temperatures. A shiver ran down my spine that made my entire body shudder in its confusion.

“Unfortunately, I don’t have time to take you to a station,” he huffed slightly, looking towards the alley entrance with a contemplative expression. “I need to retrace your steps and find the crime scene before the killer has a chance to come back and clean up. But, I need to get you out of the way and safe first.. And, you’re not gonna like it.”

“H-Huh?” I blinked a bit at his odd wording, staring in confusion as he shifted to reach into the inside of his jacket. My eyes widened as he pulled out a syringe that glinted in the light from the street, quickly moving to dart off to the side as my fear of needles kicked in, still very high-strung and in survival mode.

“Woah, hey!” The man whisper-yelled in surprise, moving just as quickly.

“L-Let me g-mmph!” I found myself strong armed back against the alley wall with his palm covering my mouth to muffle my cries once more, heart racing as I was pinned with terrifying ease. There was a sharp pain in my neck and the feeling of something unfamiliar being injected. Shivering at the cold feeling, I quickly shied away once he unpinned me from the wall, reaching up to press my hand against whatever puncture wound was there and exclaiming, “What did you just do to me?!”

“Woah, easy, kid, easy,” Damien pocketed the syringe quickly and held up his hands in an effort to placate me. “Just calm down. What I gave you is going to make it easier to protect you and keep you safe.”

“Safe from what?! Ps-Psychopaths with syringes?” I asked, feeling like a cornered animal. I could try to run further into the alley but he was so close that he could probably just stop me and-. “Ouuugh, f-fuck.”

A sudden overwhelming wave of dizziness and nausea overtook me and I stumbled, planting my forearm against the brick alley wall to keep from crumpling to the ground and squeezing my eyes shut against it. I tried to shake off the feeling, hissing when I felt a hand touch my shoulder. At least, I think it was a hand, it encompassed my entire upper arm.

And then, suddenly, I found my entire world shifting dramatically.

I let out a panicked scream as my feet were swept out from beneath me, falling to the side onto what felt like a weirdly firm and warm mattress. I felt my glasses fall off my face and opened my eyes as I tried to push myself up from my prone position, picking my glasses up off the ground. The ground that looked oddly colored and textured as I put them back on, almost reminiscent of skin…

“There we go.”

My eyes widened and I froze at hearing Damien’s voice directly behind me, but far louder and it sounded a bit deeper. I felt a brief breeze from behind my back and yelped when everything moved again, realizing that I was being lifted up into the air as I was pressed into the surface beneath me by the force. When I stopped being raised into the air, I spent a few seconds trying to handle the vertigo that came from being lifted so suddenly, vision blurring slightly in my confused panic at whatever was happening.

I pushed myself back into a sitting position, holding a hand to my head to try and dissipate the dizziness before turning to look behind me. And freezing at seeing dark green eyes larger than my head staring at me.

“What the FUCK?!” I cried out, immediately flipping onto my back and trying to back away. Something blocked me and a glance behind me caused me to pale at realizing that I was in Damien’s palms, his fingers curling up to form a blockade behind me so I couldn’t back up any further.

“I know this is unorthodox, but it’s time to put you away safely,” the man said, giving me a slightly apologetic look. “Sorry, kid.”

“H-Huh, what do you mean ‘sorry’, wh-what do you mean by putting me aw-AY?!” I jolted and pressed as far back against his fingers as I could when he began to open his mouth in front of me. The hands beneath me shifted and tilted, finding myself pitched forward into his open jaws. By the time I registered that I had been shoved onto his tongue, his teeth were already closed behind me.

Stuck in shock, I was frozen, feeling the heat and humidity, the way that saliva clung to my clothes and skin, how the tongue beneath me twitched and how I could sense the roof of his mouth just above me in my prone position.

Damien decided that he wasn’t wasting anytime, finding myself jolted out of my shock by the tongue beneath me shifting.

“W-Wait,” I shouted, immediately squirming in protest. My voice stuttered when the tongue ran across my face as I was pressed into the roof of his mouth, feeling the bridge of my glasses against my nose. If I wasn’t fighting for my life right now, I’d be impressed that they stayed on.

My protests and struggles went unheeded, slathered in saliva as I was lapped at and shifted around his maw for what felt like eternity but was probably only a couple seconds before I was allowed a reprieve. I panted from exertion, eyes widening as I started being nudged towards his throat, trying to plant my hands against his taste buds to avoid being swallowed headfirst. Unsuccessfully.

“N-No, stop,” I yelped, hands slipping over the precipice. All it took was one gulp and I found myself squashed and forced into his esophagus. Blood immediately started to rush to my head, the sound of my blood rushing overpowered by the swallows surrounding me and his own breathing. His powerful heartbeat joined in and I was surrounded by his bodily cacophony as I traveled further down his throat past his heart and lungs.

It wasn’t long before I slipped into a larger space, what I could only assume was his stomach as I slid to the bottom of the organ. Something nearby groaned and I felt a jolt of panic go through me.

I tried to stand up to avoid touching the stomach walls and ended up falling back over as I slipped on the constantly moving and slick lining. Struggling to try and keep my balance, I shouted up as loud as I could, “LET ME OUT!”

“Hey, hey, hey,” Damien gruffly spoke up, voice trying to be softer. Whether to comfort or just protect my ears, I wasn’t sure. There was a pat against the stomach wall I leaned against that caused me to flinch away. “You’re safe, kid. I know you don’t believe me right now, but that’s the safest place for you to be right now. This guy would literally have to go through me to get to you.”

My shallow breathing and racing heartbeat certainly begged to differ against the whole being safe thing, retorting, “And how am I safe against your body?!”

“Part of the chemicals in the syringe is to make you immune to any acids inside, so you’re perfectly safe. I don’t know how long you’ll be in there while I go investigate the crime scene and get the actual cops on the case,” he replied, unbothered about my screaming or protests this entire time. “I suggest you get some rest.”

“B-Bit of a hard request,” I snapped, looking around the dark space anxiously. I found myself curling up against the furthest section that I could. To my surprise, I was shaking. I tried to calm my shaking, hugging my arms around my abdomen as I took shaky breaths. A bit of shock was setting in again and my adrenaline was fading. Eaten by a PI wasn’t exactly how I expected the night to go, feeling incredibly surreal. Frowning at nothing, I murmured to myself, “M-Maybe this is a dream….”

A really weird and vivid dream, but a dream would be far better than reality. I suppose I’d just have to wait and see.

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ambiguouspuzuma · 1 year

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This year I have set a target of writing 200 words per day, which I have managed to meet so far (it is currently 8 April). This is a marked departure from my previous fast-and-loose schedule where I would often go a few days without writing at all before knocking out a whole story on the weekend.

This has led to me writing slightly more words than normal, looking at the monthly counts to date, but I'm not sure that it has been a good thing. They aren't necessarily the right words, and writing has become much less of a hobby and more of a chore, a loss of the joy of creation, which might be starting to show in the pieces I produce.

I feel beholden to the streak, and forced to write when I'm not in the mood, even when I am coming home late and tired and in pain and want to do nothing of the sort. I have that sort of sunk cost personality flaw where I'm loathe to break any kind of run (a weakness apps often take advantage of), feeling that I would be throwing all of my past self's hard work away.

I know that's nonsense, but I'm still too terrified of the emotional crash to do it. I've worked a fourteen-hour day and ground out a story my minute of free time before midnight. I've written in hotel rooms on holiday, on the train home from drinks a little worse for wear, and kept myself awake into the early hours because I can't sleep until it's done. I feel like that might start to show in the pieces I produce.

Then there are the knock-on effects. With limited writing time, I have to prioritise meeting the daily word count, which means that I have not been as able to reply to people on here as quickly, or write posts like this, or plan, or edit, or resolve problems in my more complex WIPs, because I need to get the words down first.

The moment a story gets blocked, I can't afford to spend my hour unblocking it and more onto something easier. I am feasting only on low hanging fruit, constantly skipping over fences into greener pastures, jumping between WIPs and losing any sense of fluency. I am starting more stories and finishing fewer. I am picking at the ones I do finish, making piecemeal additions over the course of months where I used to sit and write in one fluid motion.

This is the sort of thing that is often recommended by writing blogs, but I can't help but feel that setting a target has made me write slightly more, but I am all the worse a writer for it. A handful of words, but at what cost?

#on writing

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Blood-stained petals, won't you pull me close?

!! HEADER CREDS TO ARTIST ;; ART IS NOT MINE !!

ANOTHER NOTE !! my ask box is open for the next week, feel free to requesting any pairing, prompt and/or setting, and i will write it for you asap! do let me know if you're okay with me posting it publicly <3

(Chapter 4) !! this is a fic done by me under the name tadashibean on ao3 !! angst, hurt/comfort, i like seeing vox suffer hehe ♡

Vox Akuma x Shoto, Nijisanji EN's 4th wave; Luxiem ♡

Happy reading~

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Vox did not know what time it was; All he knew was everything was too bright. His eyes hurt behind his eyelids, and his joints creaked with exhaustion. He wanted to call out for Shoto, when a hot flash surged through his body once more, the force jolting him slightly. He whimpered audibly, a series of coughs assaulting his throat once more, and he was too in pain to even notice Shoto stumbling through the door, reaching out the touch Vox.

It took the demon a few minutes to realise he could not breathe, his chest tightening further at the realisation. His eyes darted across the room, settling on the blotted purple figure he supposed was Shoto, trying to move closer. A warm, shaky hand came to rest on his sternum, rubbing firm yet slow circles as his chest eased up, albeit slowly. Vox shuddered at each breath he took, the sharp sting in his throat only getting more prominent as time passed.

Vox blinked once, twice. His vision was slowly starting to clear.

Vox wished he did not notice this, but there was something different with the way Shoto interacted with Vox today, and it was not a good kind of difference either. He surveyed the other’s face, acutely aware that his chest was still hurting. Unlike the night before, there seemed to be the illusion of a poker-face, one Shoto was trying to keep up but failing horribly.

What could have happened to Shoto in those few hours that Vox was knocked out?

Something hot landed on his cheek, and Vox struggled to make out what it was. He sat up, his head throbbing from the effort but he reached for Shoto nonetheless, long, nimble fingers wrapping around a delicate wrist, tugging gently.

He guided the hand to his pale cheek, revelling at the coldness of the touch and closed his eyes, nosing at the side of the palm gently, letting a low, content rumble erupt from his chest. Vox felt Shoto’s hand slacken further against his face, a clear sign the other was finally relaxing. Vox felt pride slowly forming a bubble in his chest as he fought the urge to let a smile spread across his face, and to kiss the other’s palm.

He should not — They were friends. But he so badly wanted to.

Gradually, but surely, the scent of lavender and vanilla clouded Vox’s senses, and he directed his gaze upwards to see the owner of that distinct scent, only to be met with the said owner already staring at him, a fond smile tugging at his lips as the redness of his eyes seemed to slowly dissipate.

The ache in his chest had disappeared somewhere during that whole exchange, and Vox was not sure if he should let himself indulge in the fantasy that just for that day, Shoto was his.

Was he Vox’s though?

With the way he was looking at the demon, Vox could be fooled into thinking Shoto was his.

Midnight purple eyes twinkled under the influence of Vox’s bright ceiling lights, showcasing the painting of purples and indigo and violet that were Shoto’s irises; somewhere between blue and purple but also quite…not. It was breathtaking. The one thing that made it even more ethereal to Vox was the emotions that Shoto’s eyes held captive.

Indigo streaked into something more pure, more endearing. Shoto’s eyes swirled with love and affection. A hint of desire too, was sprinkled in there somewhere, and Vox felt utterly warm, from his chest, inside and out as it spread throughout his veins, muscles and nerves, every part of his sickly body being engulfed in that beautifully fragile sensation.

A part of Vox incessantly nagged at him that what he saw was not true, that he was just too desperate for Shoto’s affection and just conjuring up false ideas and insensible daydreams in his head. Maybe a trick of the light, perhaps? But the said demon pushed it all away.

“One day,” he pleaded with himself, his eyes trained on the other’s eyes, his hand cautiously coming up to brush a few stray hairs behind a sensitive ear, eliciting soft whines from the man kneeling in front of him.

“Let me have this for one day.”

Desperation pushes man to the edge, daring him to do things he normally would not, the adrenaline making him fearless, on top of the world. But that was not what Vox was feeling right now.

There was no adrenaline in his blood, nor was there the giddiness of a sudden surge of energy. He did not feel like he was on top of the world, nor did he feel fearless, because the one thing — the one person, the one true love — he could lose was right there in front of him, taunting him everyday. But something about the way Shoto was looking at him ignited something within the fantastical being, because he had never found himself being so cautious, so careful to not hurt the other, so aware of just how the other was feeling.

Every touch, every glance, every look; it was all too much yet too little simultaneously, and something about this concoction of feelings brewing within him made him want to scream, to beg for it to stop, but it also made him yearn — it made him think what it would be like to be able to touch and hold Shoto as he wished, exactly like in his daydreams.

A slight pinch on his cheek, and Vox was brought back to reality, just aware of how close Shoto had gotten. If anything, Shoto seemed to notice that he was lost in his thoughts, and e a unrestrained, slight sheen of pride glinted in his eyes.

"Were you thinking about me, Voxxy~?"

Shoto's melodious voice purred out, the vibrations travelling straight to Vox's heart, and the demon did not know if 400 years of living and roaming this planet had given him experience to handle such a sensual voice.

Slight stuttering, and a quick nod against soft hands was all it took for Shoto's smile to spread impossibly wider, cheeks plumping up further from the notion.

Vox felt his stomach churn violently, butterflies rapidly fluttering their wings against his stomach at the thought that Shoto was happy because he was on Vox's mind, and he nuzzled further into Shoto's hand.

His ears were getting impossibly warmer — so warm that Vox was sure he was having a fever. He inhaled deeply, his eyes fluttering shut when suddenly, the lukewarm touch on his cheek disappeared.

Vox let out a disappointed whine at the loss of contact, and opened his eyes immediately, ready to berate the other for taking his hand away when he saw a smooth palm in front of him, faced up.

Shoto tilted his head expectantly, and Vox felt the wind rush out of his lungs, the warmth in his ears imperceptibly increasing.

He gingerly placed his hand in Shoto's, waiting for the denial and the pushing, but it never came. Instead, soft, gentle fingers intertwined with his, barely enveloping his hand, tugging him gently.

"What?" He croaked out, throat dry from the lack of use and continuous coughing, internally cringing at the way his voice sounded.

Shoto only looked back at him, tugging his hand more insistently than before, effectively pulling the demon out of bed, causing the latter to stumble slightly, his hand tightening around Shoto’s as the purple-haired man chuckled warmly, the action making warmth spread from the demon’s head to his toes.

Vox would have believed that their whole interaction did not affect Shoto as much as it did him, but the red tint of the other's ears indicated otherwise, and Vox was sure he was about to die from the way his heart was erratically pounding at his ribcage at that observation. It would not be a bad way to go, he supposed, his mind wandering as he let himself be dragged by the shorter male. He trusted the other anyway. It is Shoto after all; there was no need to worry.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, a voice spoke up, quietly rumbling from within his very core.

"You didn't cough up any flowers today."

And Vox found himself wondering if this would be the first of many more such instances, where Shoto would be next to him, holding his hand like so and he would not be coughing up those wretched, alluring, captivating, blood-stained petals.

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yaaay fluffy chapters !!!!

next up~!

I have a banger luca x ike fluff/angst/semi-smut (?) fic coming up

friends have been telling me to make it like a series, with each chapter being posted as oneshot on its own, that could be read as a stand-alone piece and as a prt of the series, if you get what i mean

this fic's chapter 5 will come along too!!!

maybe i'll make chap 6 really angsty just cause i can

or maybe i'll do it for chap 5,,, hehe

Happy stargazing, readers~! till the stars conjoin us again~

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darling-archeron · 6 months

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Hello again! 🧑🏻‍🎄

I hope you had a wonderful Halloween full of candy and fun! I ended up not doing anything much beyond dressing in black and orange at work bc I was so tired by the time I got home, but I did do a little more prepping before midnight kicked off and I started writing your fic for nanowrimo! Two days ago while writing, despite following the outline, Feyre and Rhys still managed to take control and change something right at the beginning😔 but honestly I love it and how it’ll enhance some of the plot and I hope you will too!

Any plans this coming week? I’m flying to visit a friend tomorrow night so will be busy probably until late next week, but I’ll still be tapping away those keys as best I can in my down hours.

Also - I know it’s a bit late but re the favorite fic post - i just adore Hot Chocolate with Cinnamon! Feyre drawing those cute little puns makes me smile so much☺️ and for the wip post feysand fake dating au?👀

And for your first snippet, a line I literally wrote five minutes ago:

“I’ll trip you,” she admitted blatantly. “If a wolf decides to show its face to us? I don’t have to outrun it. I’ll just have to outrun you.”

And Rhys just laughed at that, loud and carefree, either unaware or unbothered by the looks it earned from the other townspeople out and about on market day.

Have a great week!!!

Hi Santa!! I have had so much Halloween candy the past couple weeks, it's been great haha. My actual Halloween was pretty uneventful, I dressed up and went out with a few friends!

I personally always love it when the characters run away with the story, it's usually when I end up getting most inspired and writing in big streaks.

Hot Chocolate Cinnamon is one of my older favorites! One of the few times I don't make anyone suffer 😅I'm so glad you enjoyed it, I want to keep writing more aus like that in the future :)

I'm having so much fun with the fake dating AU! I'm forcing myself not to post it until I have the majority done because I'm notorious for leaving multichapters unfinished, which is a habit I'm trying to break. The premise is that Feyre and Rhys are partners for a class project in college, and Feyre ends up needing a fake date to a work event because Tamlin will be there...and the whole thing goes from there! Here's a little snippet for fun :)

Feyre narrowed her brow. “This better not be some elaborate scheme to sleep with me, Rhysand.”

“It’s not, and I’m a little offended that you think so little of me.”

“What then? You’re just really bored? Between the two of us, I’m the one who was home alone last Friday night.”

“I already told you, I can’t have you slacking on our group project! Is that not a good enough reason?”

Hardly, Feyre thought, but bit back the remark.

He was helping her, after all.

I hope you have a great flight and a great time with your friend! Last week I got to see some friends I haven't seen in forever.

Omg this snippet has me so excited. Soft/domestic vibes? Chef's kiss!! Thank you for sharing!!

I hope you are doing well, have a fantastic week!

#secret santa

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artikgato · 9 months

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8/18/2023

The stairwell lights were back on today! No vague feelings of discomfort followed me on the jogwalk today. No, today I had to pause the jogwalk to wait on the world's worst driver to back out of their driveway. No cars were coming or anything, and I couldn't go around them because obviously I wasn't going to go behind them, and their SUV was so massive that I also couldn't go around the front either. I didn't think to pause my timer.

I also had to go around someone trying to turn left onto The Road (my nemesis), because they were parked squarely in the clearly marked pedestrian crosswalk and their gigantic Ford F150 was too big to pull forward. There's a Not Just Bikes video about how SUVs and huge trucks are what's causing a lot of major problems, I'll post it after the read more.

youtube

Anyway, I finally completed some research that required you to catch 50 Psychic type Pokémon and was rewarded with a tiny Alakazam that I have nicknamed Short King, because sometimes you have to find joy in small things (tee hee). The mushroom village is also making a comeback, which is great. It was nice and cool this morning, hoving around 68 degrees for the whole jogwalk. What a pleasant experience. I didn't have any issues otherwise. All the jogging sections were good, and for the final jogging section I made it even further than I did yesterday, to just past the shoddy, run-down RV with the noisy and smelly gas generator that's been parked there for well over a week. (I'm not snitching, let them stay there rent-free as long as they want.)

Today is the Sum 41/Simple Plan/Offspring concert! I'm excited, but a little worried. When am I going to sleep? I basically have to leave straight from work in order to get an even remotely decent parking spot, and I know the show will go until 11 and I probably won't be out of the parking lot until midnight judging by how the last few concerts at that venue have gone. (We didn't make it back from Fall Out Boy until like 1am, it's only a 40ish minute drive back, and they played until 10:59 on the dot.) Maybe traffic won't be too bad and I can park and get a short nap before the concert, and if it looks like it'll be a while on the leaving part I'll just nap in my car afterwards until the traffic clears up. I still intend on getting up at 5am tomorrow and doing the jogwalk at 6:20 or so, and I do work tomorrow. We'll see how that goes!

And hey, if a concert is what breaks my streak, so be it!

Word count: 462 Weather: 68, sunny Humidity: 79% Time: 22:29 Song of the Day: Records, Weezer

#mental health jogwalk #Youtube

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aijamisespava · 11 months

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Favorite Songs From Each Country! Part 26/37: Greece!

Yes, we all know that Greece and Cyprus are essentially best friends, giving each other 12 points almost ever time (and then they only give Cyprus 4 points this year? Crime.). But Greece had a killer top 10 streak that went from the 2000s into the 2010s, and a qualification streak that went on for a little bit longer than that. They dominated the 2000s, even boasting one of the most iconic winners in recent Eurovision history!

Favorite Entry: We don't have to go that far back to find my favorite Greek entry. Only bouncing back a year to Amanda Tenfjord's "Die Together" from 2022. I follow a lot of Eurovision YouTube channels to learn more about Eurovision since I'm so new, and considering where I live, my sources are a little more limited. One of the channels (Mr. Eurovision if you wanna look them up) has "Get To Know" videos on some of the artists announced before National Finals, doing their best to catch up when the Eurovision rush picks up. That's where I learned about Amanda's upcoming song being a breakup ballad. I love breakup ballads (what also helped was that I was also fresh off the release of "Red (Taylor's Version)"). And when the song came out, I was not disappointed and it shot right to the top! I still love the song, despite having listened to her album and "Die Together" ranking 4th there. But I think that's a good thing, because she could have sent my top 3 off the album and still have been my winner. *Needless to say, I'll be posting the "Die Together" Spotify link that connects to the album, def give it a listen. I feel it's underrated because it came out the same night as "Midnights" and even I overshadowed it.* RANK: 8th in 2022 Grand Final/PERSONAL RANK: 1st of 40 Countries

Thoughts on 2023 Entry: So, with 2022 being my winner, that would mean that Victor Vernicos and "What They Say" would be my host entry had I been in charge of Eurovision. And I FEEL LIKE SUCH AN A-HOLE about how I feel about this song. I forgot about it. And I feel horrible because his voice is excellent (which at 16? He's got a great career ahead of him). Also, I fell upon the lyrics to the song...and it being about having anxiety? It's incredibly relatable? And not in the "haha same" way? Luckily, I've interacted with this group of people who had the same winner as I did and "What They Say" gets a lot of love over there, along with some other songs that were kind of underrated in the contest. RANK: 13th In 2023 Semi-Final 2 (30th Overall)/PERSONAL RANK: 33rd of 37 Countries

#eurovision song contest #esc #esc 2023 #eurovision #eurovision 2023 #esc2022 #amanda tenfjord #die together #victor vernicos #what they say #Spotify

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hot-cocoa-addict · 1 year

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nanowrimo 2022

hi i just wanted to announce that i wrote a lot of words. i cannot remember if i even mentioned that consequences started as a nano project and was supposed to be just 50k words (that did not happen lmao). more details under the cut as i’m writing this at 12:30 am after an 8k day and so i’m just gonna word vomit about this

okay, so, for starters this is my third nano year ever and in a row. i have actually won both years previously, but always with a very desperate last push to get over the line and usually just barely before midnight. there was a rush to update with 10 minutes left on the clock here in the PNW, but not to hit 50k.

i hit 50k all the way back on the 18th of november, and in the 12 days after that i nearly doubled my word count and my goal. i hit my three highest single day word counts this year, that being: 6,130 words on the 1st; 7,306 on the 28th; and 8,087 words yesterday on the 30th. i went into this year’s nano with three goals in mind. One, and most importantly: get the fucking consequences rewrite started because i did NOT handwrite around 17k words over the month of october for my damn story outline only to not go anywhere. Two: hit 50k this year and continue my winning streak. Three, if possible: get every badge on a project for the first time by writing at least 1667 words every day. i did all three

this was not easy. i was really lucky to a) have the musical i’m in be pushed back from opening in the first week of december to opening the the second weekend of january. if this had not happened i would have been writing through tech week and as a lead in the show i’m in i simply would have not had the time. b) had very light workloads in all of my classes and my creative writing class being dedicated solely to working on nanowrimo. no my teacher does not know i wrote fanfiction and no she does not get to know. c) had a ton of support from the two local regions whose borders i technically straddle. it’s a whole thing i’m not getting into because i am not telling a bunch of internet strangers where i live, sorry guys :( this was a really long post ik but i just needed to vomit it out somewhere because i feel like this is an accomplishment worth sharing? also i’m really sorry to announce that chapter 3 ain’t going up until i finish chapter 4 and although i promise i’m really close to finishing chapter 4 i’m not letting myself touch it for the next few days. actually that brings me to another point i’m sorry this is all stream of consciousness and i cannot be effed to edit it right now but! most surprising thing of overachieving this hard?? i actually really want to write right now and am likely going to have to actively force myself to take a break for at least the next day or so. i’m not proud of everything i wrote this month but i wrote a lot that i am proud of and everything that’s on my doc feels good to me right now. For anyone else who did NaNoWriMo this year and actually read to the end of the post, I have one last heartfelt message to y’all. No matter who you are, no matter where you come from or what you do, no matter what goal you started out the month with and no matter whether it changed or not. No matter if you wrote 1k, 10k, 25k, 50k or even beyond that, you did it. You got through November. You got through NaNoWriMo. You wrote words that no one else could have, You created something else no one could have. Whatever you wrote is uniquely yours, and you took a first step that so many people never took just by writing your story down. Whether you finished your story or, like me, still have a long ways to go from where you are now, you did something beautiful and so very impressive. And if there is no one else in your life who appreciates your accomplishments, then know that I do. The first draft might suck, but that’s okay! Twice now I’ve completely thrown away my previous year’s draft; only now that I am on a third year with a third draft do I feel this that my story is actually close to about as good as it’ll get. It may take you many more drafts than me to find the version of your story you like best, but know that there will always be people out there looking forward to reading what you write. for anyone else who read this far i love you <3 (platonically) and i want you to know that even if you don’t write, if you create anything so much of what i said can apply to you too (the broad points, not the specific stuff about writing). creation of any kind is beautiful and incredible. and for any non-creative types who see this, don’t worry! you’re wonderful and have your own place in this world of ours. i really wish i had more to say to y’all who don’t do nano but im very sleepy and, again, am coming off of an 8k day already so my brain is kinda empty rn ngl. i’m gonna get this tagged and go to bed now as i’m finishing this post at about 1:00 am my time and may or may not have school in the morning if it snows again

#nanowinner2022 #nanowrimo #nanowrimo2022 #nano 2022 #overachiever #long post #ramblings #like 12:30-1:00 am kind of ramblings #this might be incoherent i apologize in advance #definitely a bit of a brag #i say bit like i didn't nearly double my goal but i'm more just trying to share my achievement #i'd get more into the reasoning but as i try to type it i realize it is for my therapist and not random strangers on the internet #that probably sounds worse than it is #also some (hopefully) encouraging words for other people who did nanowrimo under the cut near the bottom #some of this probably won't make sense if you don't know i'm a fic author #so there now you know i write fanfiction for the hell of it #almost 100k words of fanfiction in a month ig #god how does anyone write this much i still can't believe it #and i want to write more??#okay i'm going to bed now #like i really need to learn to shut up in the tags too #swear it's like writing a whole other post down here #someone needs to stop me #some day. maybe

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30 Days to 70k - Camp Nano July 2022

Post six, for July 6th...

Today was a day.

It was also exactly the kind of day that proved getting ahead is a good plan for me, because one of my health conditions flared up an I spent half the day in various states of discomfort.

It seems to be settling down now, but it make hitting the goals I set for the 6th completely impossible.

But, it wasn't a total disaster...

Because I'm a week ahead, even if I'd written nothing I'd still have been fine, but I really didn't want to break my streak so I just aimed for the smallest number possible to maintain position.

I didn't manage to get the minimum word count I wanted, but I did manage to get the minimum Nano recommended to complete my 70k my July 30th; 1,727 words.

Success! I've made progress. I did what I set out to do, and I've maintained my position. I did it with about 30-seconds to midnight, but who's counting?

As soon as I hit my goal, I was sidelined to the sofa again, so I've spent most of the morning sorting out my timeline for Changeling so far, and going back over my outline, and now that the painkillers are kicking in, I've probably got some time to do a couple of sprints before bed.

I'm also waiting on a delivery, so I might as well be productive while I wait on the postman.

So we're going to try that Minimum/Preferred/TopTier word count goal system again, and hope my health lets me keep on getting on.

Goals for July 7th;

Minimum: 3,587 Preferred: 5,000 Top Tier: Anything Over 6,000

#Nanowrimo #Camp Nanowrimo #Camp Nano 2022 #July Camp Nano #July Camp Nano 2022 #July Camp Nanowrimo 2022 #July Camp Nanowrimo #Camp Nanowrimo 2022 #Fey Touched Trilogy #Changeling #Portal Fantasy #Fantasy #Ari Speaks #Arista Speaks #25k in 4 days

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zephiesjournal · 2 years

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friday, october 7th, 2022

was expecting a call early afternoon and honestly wanted it to be the thing forcing me to get up. i had to go pick up a thing from the doctor then the call said i didn’t have to pick up the thing from the doctor, which is good because i reeeally didn’t feel like going out. what i reeeally felt like doing was playing video games on my computer all day until just before midnight when i had to rush to get some daily stuff done, and i had nothing noted down past the call because that was all i did.

luckily i did not get up and immediately spend £50 on destiny 2 as i feared i would the night before, i instead got up and immediately spent £9 on the overwatch 2 battle pass because of my incredible stupid. i went from really not wanting to play it at all before it came out, to really wanting to play it the day it came out, then not wanting to play it the next day when i just wanted to play destiny 2 all day, then to really wanting to play it again. better that i guess than spending all that on destiny and getting way too much game that will take up way too much of my time.

need some thoughts and prayers i fear i may be getting back into overwatch bad. i’m close to watching lots of videos on how to be better at it, but for now i am simply turning of all forms of chat and going into competitive because that’s the only form of progression in the game anymore. i simply have faith that they will fix the game in the future, and i will be on the forefront of this game that is the same game as the one that came out 6 years ago. i just forgot how much i enjoyed it i’m having fun, and i plan to play it for an unreasonable amount of time this weekend to speed up the process of getting sick of it so i can move onto other things, as i’m usually very efficient with doing.

i’m kinda in a predetermined as off period as i know i’ll be Gamin so much, only thing i’m not sabotaging is my wallet on garbage food for now since i somehow still want to help keep a consistent budget. i reset my Pelvis Points. my “guitar practice” for the day has devolved into practicing the same two chords for 15 minutes and not noticing much progress anymore, and using the excuse of “i’m still getting my calluses”. i sat for a while trying to think of my daily hellotalk post and just could not come up with anything so that’s that streak gone which will make it hard for me to go back. oh well monday will come around when i go for an eye test and buy plants which i’ll use as my reset day, and when i will inevitably come back and just play overwatch all day anyway.

#october 2022

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chocolatequeennk · 7 years

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What’s On Your List Today?

This is for the prompt “we’re cashiers working the late shift at a grocery store, and a hot customer comes through my line. i ask them the required, “did you find everything you were looking for?” except it comes out so suggestively, i’m blushing and you’re trying not to laugh in front of the customers, please stop” au, which @jeeno2 sent across my dash earlier this week. It is both a uni au and a store au, which makes it a prompt fill for @doctorroseprompts. And given that the whole prompt is about awkwardly offering someone help, and Jack tries to help James out, I think this fills “helping hand” from @legendslikestardust. (I like that prompt a lot, apparently.)

The title is the slogan of a local grocery chain.

AO3 | FF.NET | TSP

“I can shut up if I’m boring you.”

James blinked and looked at his best friend. Jack was leaning against his cash register with his arms crossed over his chest and a smirk on his face, and James realised he must have been telling a story.

“Sorry, Jack.” He yawned and rubbed at his eyes. “I was up late studying last night, then I had exams today and had to finish a paper, so I didn’t get a chance to sleep this afternoon.”

Jack raised his eyebrows. “Well, I was going to ask if you wanted to hang out with us over the weekend, but it sounds like you’ll be spending it all in bed—and not in the fun way.”

Before James could reply, their attention was diverted by the sound of the door opening. James felt his heart thud painfully in his chest when Rose Tyler walked in.

The art student had moved into his building at the start of the year, and he’d been smitten immediately. And not just because she was gorgeous, with her blonde hair and a cheeky smile that tormented him with glimpses of her tongue. Rose Tyler was kind and generous and warm and funny… and way out of his league.

James sighed when she disappeared down an aisle after giving them both a smile.

“You gotta talk to her tonight, James,” Jack muttered. “You’ve been pining over her for months now.”

“I… that’s… I have not been pining.” James felt his cheeks turn pink.

Jack raised an eyebrow. “Well what would you call it then? You go to her coffee shop twice a week and sit there for an hour.”

James raked his hands through his hair. “Studying! The caffeine wakes me up, and the shop is quiet!”

“Considering you have a new story each time about how brilliant Rose is, I think I know what you’re studying.”

James groaned. “I know, I know,” he mumbled. “And I’ve tried to talk to her, but you know how I get when I’m nervous. I talk about everything except whatever I actually want to talk about.”

Jack tilted his head. “Well, you have a few minutes right now to plan it out. Think of something to say. Ask her about her art. Tell her you’d like to see her sometime other than Tuesday and Thursday afternoons at three. Just… say something.”

James pressed his tongue to the back of his teeth. Chatting up girls has never been his strength. Just talking to a girl he liked was a disaster, more often than not. He rambled and stuttered and went off on the most ridiculous tangents, about pointless things like John Mark carrying the torch in the 1948 Olympics, or the brilliant invention of edible ball bearings.

But Jack was right. After four months, he needed to work up the nerve to actually talk to Rose, or just let his crush go.

He spent the next few minutes remembering the effortless way Jack talked to women. Somehow, he always managed to say exactly the right thing, and in a voice that just seemed to make women melt.

When Rose came back up to check out, Jack played the good wingman and immediately found something to make him look busy. James wiped his sweaty palms on his trousers when she came over to him and set her basket down on the end of the conveyor belt.

Rose smiled at him as he started scanning her purchases. “Is it always this quiet at night?”

He bobbed his head. “Oh yes. The only people who come in after ten are…” Behind Rose, Jack shook his head furiously, and James shut his mouth with a click before he could set off on a ramble. “I mean… most people are asleep,” he finished lamely.

She nodded and twisted a piece of hair around her finger. “That’s true.”

There were only three things left in her basket—tea, milk, and biscuits. James cast about frantically for something to say, anything at all.

Finally, a line from his cashier training returned to him. “So… did you find everything you were looking for today, or… did you need some help with that?”

James wanted to die as soon as the words left his mouth. It should have been a completely innocent question, but instead, he’d mixed up his customer service training with his earlier musings about Jack’s chat-up style, turning it into a horribly inappropriate attempt at seduction.

Really, James? “Or… did you need some help with that?” What were you expecting, that she’d flutter her eyelashes at you and say, “Well actually… I was looking for you.”

Even from ten feet away, James could hear Jack choke on his laughter. His face was burning up, and he just wanted to sink into the floor and never come out.

He hit the total button, but couldn’t bring himself to repeat the number out loud to Rose. Thankfully, she seemed willing to leave the store without talking to him again, because she put her card in the machine and typed in her pin without saying a word to him.

The wait for the machine to approve her purchase seemed interminable, but finally, the register dinged and printed her receipt out. James tore it off and handed it to Rose, along with her bag, all while avoiding eye contact.

When he realised she was still standing in front of him, even though she had all her things, James took a deep breath and looked up at her, an apology ready.

But Rose was smiling at him, the tip of her tongue peeking out. “Actually, there is something you could help me with.”

The studied nonchalance on her face made his heart beat faster. “Oh?” he said, not trusting his runaway mouth with more than a single syllable.

Her smile widened. “Yeah. There’s this bloke who comes into my coffee shop every Tuesday and Thursday. Gorgeous, really great hair, and always holds the door open for everyone coming in and out. I’ve been wanting to get to know him better… think you might be able to help with that?”

“Maybe?” James squeaked, then cleared his throat. “I mean, absolutely. I happen to know he’s been wanting to get to know you, too.”

Rose lit up, showing little gold flecks in her brown eyes. “Maybe we could get chips together tomorrow afternoon? One o’clock, at the chippy around the corner from our building?”

James’ cheeks hurt from smiling. “Rose Tyler, I promise you he will be there.”

She pulled out her receipt and scrawled something on the back of it, then handed it to him. “Excellent. Here’s my number, just in case.” With one more smile, and a wave over her shoulder at Jack, Rose walked out of the store.

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21burritoseavey · 3 years

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for corbyn based on hard!

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Summary: When Y/n knocks on Corbyn’s door, he lets her stay the night without an explanation.

Hard (c.b.)

Corbyn jerked his head up at the sound of a faint knock on the front door. His hoodie was draped cosily over his head and his tired eyes were now focused on the wall opposite him. The printed frames of the band’s accomplishments stood out brightly in the beams of a streetlamp’s light that poured through the window. Corbyn stayed on the sofa, resting back against the cushions, and letting the dim T.V. screen grasp his attention again as he thought his mind was just playing tricks on him. On a measly, sluggish Wednesday night, who would even have the energy to show up at his place right now? Eben and Jonah went to bed just before midnight settled around them, painting the sky with deep jet black and shooting daggers of heavy raindrops from above along with loud thunder. They’d left only Corbyn awake to suffer through a painfully boring movie alone. It was something he did often just to soothe himself to sleep.

Sleep was always a struggle for Corbyn. Despite myriad attempts to figure out why, nothing ever seemed to shut his eyes. More often than not, he’d find himself on the living room sofa in the morning, and tonight was merely one of many nights where he’d hope to fall asleep with a T.V. show or movie mumbling in the background under the eeriness and coldness of the house.

Another knock came dancing along the quiet atmosphere. Corbyn glanced at the door again before his gaze flickered back to the T.V. 12:46am was shown at the corner of the screen. Deciding that whoever it was standing behind that door must’ve had a good reason to be, he tiredly lifted himself up with a quiet groan. Y/n’s voice seeped into the house, gradually increasing in volume as he walked towards the door. It was weak and raspy - nothing like the usual softness Y/n’s voice had.

“Y/n,” Corbyn breathed, feeling the hood of his sweatshirt fall backwards as a cold gust of wind swept over him. Y/n shyly stood before him. Her hair dangled in two braids, although it was damp and dishevelled at the top and her mascara stained her cheeks in streaks like it’d been painted on her face. Corbyn’s lips turned downwards into a genuine frown at the sight of her, not only visibly sad but shivering from the rain and cold that reddened her cheeks and soaked her clothes. His gaze stopped at her chapped lips when he heard her whisper. But the heavy downpour of rain engulfed Y/n’s sorrowful murmurs, barely allowing her words to be heard over the pitter patter of raindrops hitting the ground, so he just let her in with a gentle tug of her wrist.

“Hi,” Y/n tried again once the place quietened, looking up at him. The faint sloshing of her shoes had them both dropping their gazes to the floor, roaming from Y/n’s boots to the small gap at the bottom of the door. A narrow trail of mud had followed her in from the welcome mat. “Sorry,” She exhaled again, giving him an apologetic smile.

“No, that’s okay,” Corbyn assured her. He gave her time to take off her shoes before changing the subject. “It’s nearly 1am.” He chuckled humourlessly. “what’re you doing here?” Taking a seat on the edge of the couch, he waited for her response. But when the eerie silence emerged again, he started thinking out loud with his own guesses. “Were you locked out of the house? Did you get in trouble?” He stopped for a second, catching his thoughts before they could travel to him. The one guy he really didn’t want to be the cause of his best friend’s sadness, or the reason she risked her own safety just to come over here. A ripple of hailstones came clattering against the rooftop and the loud sounds sent Corbyn out of his mind and back into the present.

“I didn’t have anywhere else to go,” Y/n mumbled, gazing towards him with an almost scared expression in slight fear that he wouldn’t let her stay. But that wasn’t the case at all. In fact, Corbyn loved when she stayed over, and when he noticed the small uneasiness in her expression, he assured her she was fine to stay with a gentle smile, regardless of the heart wrenching swirl of emotion inside him.

“Okay.” He said quietly, “you can sleep here tonight.”

“M’kay,” Y/n bit back her smile of relief and merely watched him hop off the couch and head towards her. He’d set his hands in hers but flinched back at the temperature of her soft skin.

“They’re so cold,” He chuckled softly, resting his crinkled eyes on hers. Y/n gave a half smile back when she felt his warm breath on her skin, her hands now clutched together with his and raised up to his mouth in an attempt to warm them up. Soon, without any control, Y/n’s dimpled cheeks turned scarlet at the sight of him placing a tender line of kisses on her fingertips. He dropped both their hands after a moment and felt himself heat up from just seconds before. Did he really just do that?

“I’ll get you some dry clothes,” He stuttered, starting for the hallway to his bedroom, but turned back to meet her eyes again. “Wait, actually I’ll get you a towel,” Y/n nodded. The patter of his footsteps up the stairwell faded into the atmosphere, just like the weather that had managed to calm from a ravaging storm to an ambient patter of raindrops.

As her clothes were extremely wet and her presence not quite welcome in her eyes, she remained standing in open space of living room. Her damp stocking feet missed the rug and only walked around on the wood floor while Corbyn was busy.

“Here, I got you both just in case.” Y/n looked over her shoulder to see him slightly panting with some folded clothes in his hand.

“Thank you Corbyn.” She smiled.

“And you can use my bathroom.” He said lightly, watching her brush past him and up the stairs. He followed behind her after a minute to go into his room. Y/n shut the door as soon as she got into his bathroom. She sauntered slowly to the mirror, and with the belief that she had complete privacy - although Corbyn was in his bedroom - she got changed into Corbyn’s sweatpants and hoodie.

Corbyn was by the bed, stripping his used sheets and replacing them with fresh clean ones for Y/n, when he heard her crying. A sudden pit weighed him down to sit on the edge of the bed, white sheets clutched lazily between his fingers and face now dulled into a mixture of all sorts of emotions. Something must’ve happened with this stupid idiotic boyfriend of hers. He pushed himself to hide his thoughts away though. Y/n couldn’t know that he heard her, so he forced himself up again to finish changing the sheets.

The click of the doorknob unlocking made Corbyn look up again. Y/n pulled a grin towards him as she walked in closer, clothed in a dry comfy outfit and face free of smudged makeup. With a small glance to the now made bed, he said “you should get some sleep.”

“Yeah,”

“Okay,” He sighed, picking up his phone from the bed. “I can sleep downstairs and you can sleep here.” He looked at her with a ghost of a smile playing at his lips, though it seemed practically non-existent in the subdued warm lighting of bedroom. His eyes dropped down to the sleeves of his sweatshirt. The edges were now darkened, not with raindrops, but with her salty tears he heard fall when she was in the bathroom.

“No, I can sleep downstairs,” Y/n stopped him. Her face was blotchy with red spots from crying. “This is your room.”

“I insist Y/n, and don’t worry I changed the sheets.” He smiled, gulping down the sad feeling creeping up his throat again. “Now come on,” He ushered her over with a wave of his hand. Y/n made her way across his room to his bedside. Corbyn started peeling back the comforter for her to slip inside but he paused when he’d noticed her hair. Her usually luxuriously soft locks were still messily braided in a pair down her back. “Do you want me to take them out?” He asked.

Y/n glanced at him, frozen mid movement as she thought about an answer. “Yes please.” She nodded. Corbyn smiled and shuffled her further on the mattress so they sat on the centre of the bed together - Y/n cross-legged in front of Corbyn who was tending to her hair. Neither of them spoke as he unravelled her braids.

“Okay,” He gave her back a loving pat. “All done.” He smiled as Y/n looked over her shoulder.

“Thanks,” she said. Corbyn had hopped off the bed and Y/n shifted under the covers. The fresh comforter was a brilliant white against her pinkish skin and her hair spread like feathers across the pillow under her head. Corbyn’s eyes lingered on hers, finally softening with the relief that she was safe with him.

“Goodnight.” Y/n’s eyes sparkled under the pleasant warm light of his bedside lamp. Corbyn’s smile that had played at his lips faltered for a second. Then he bent down and placed a soft kiss to her forehead. His delicate lips met her soft supple skin for only a fleeting moment before his lips detached again, pursed and coloured a soft red.

“Goodnight, Y/n. I love you.” He mumbled, placing another lingering kiss to her nose. A quiet flutter of giggles spilled from her lips, and she scrunched her nose at the ticklish feeling.

“Love you too.” She replied, glancing back at the boy close to her.

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randonauticrap · 2 years

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Throb ~ An Ikemen Prince Story (Part 1)

Characters ~ Ikemen Princes & my OC, Evelyn

Warnings ~ Unrequited love, fluff, midnight rendezvous, flashback

Word Count ~ 1417

Synopsis ~ Evelyn wakes up with a severe headache after a night on the town for Nokto's birthday. She contemplates the night's events and her crush for a certain charming prince that led up to her current situation.

** For anyone who missed my informational announcement post on this series, I will link it here. **

You groaned, your hand coming to rest over your throbbing eyes and head. It was no great surprise that one exceptionally late night of fun with the 1st, 3rd, 7th, and 8th princes of Rhodolite - no alcohol necessary, at least in your case -, along with all of your stressful duties as Belle, added up to a stunningly painful headache, rivaling any you'd had before. Any movement of your head to the left or right caused intense nausea, accompanied by a sharp pain that pierced a place behind your left eye and traveled down into your swollen neck.

Getting up at this point was totally out of the question, and you could only pray silently that Rio would grow concerned at your lateness and come to find you before Sariel got the chance. There was no possible way you could withstand any chastising in your current state.

Your prayers were answered when a soft knock came to your door. "Come in," you called softly, grimacing at the pain that followed.

"Evelyn?" There was evident worry in Rio's voice as the door creaked open to reveal his wide blue eyes and fluffy blond hair.

"Hey, Rio." You managed a small smile, but Rio was already onto you. He closed the door behind him with a small click! and hurried to your bedside.

"Evelyn, what's wrong? Did something happen? Are you sick?!"

"Rio," you shielded your ears, then reached out to touch his shoulder. Upon contact, your best friend fell silent and looked to you expectantly, worry still painting his soft features.

"I have a really bad headache; probably the worst I've ever had." Your voice had lowered to a mere whisper in an attempt to curb the nausea that was threatening to climb up your throat. "Please tell Sariel that I need the day off to recuperate. It's the first day off I've ever requested, so I think it will be okay…" you trailed off.

"But don't let him come in if he tries?" Rio finished your thought without hesitation and you smiled gently.

"Yes please. Thank you, Rio."

"Anything for my future wife." Rio beamed at you and you looked away from him, guilt rising to your face. You hated it when he said things like that. You always pretended to believe it was a joke so that you didn't feel as terrible about spending so much time with the incredibly handsome Rhodolitian princes - as well as harboring a fairly severe crush on one of them in particular.

As Rio slipped out of your darkened room, you thought back over the night that had put you in this situation and a blush found its way to your cheeks. It had all started with Nokto.

~ The Previous Day ~

It was Nokto's birthday, and with Chevalier away for the evening on official business, Nokto had insisted on celebrating and bringing you along. Initially, you rejected the offer, but Clavis and Luke, the other princes in Chevalier’s faction office who were joining in on the night's fun, quickly jumped in to change your mind.

"I'll even invite you-know-who, if it'll convince you, kitten." Nokto whispered in your ear. A harsh red stole the composure on your face and Clavis cackled in delight. He was the only other prince who knew about yours and Nokto's midnight tryst awhile back, and you had agreed to let both of them tease you about it as long as it was never leaked to the other princes or Sariel. Clavis made good use of his torturing privileges, but Nokto had simply taken to flirting with you instead.

Of course, Nokto was the only one who knew why you had shown up at his door at half past 11pm, long after you should have been wandering about alone, with tears streaking your face, practically begging him to make you forget; to make you feel better. So Nokto had taken you in that night and made you feel better in the only way he knew how.

The only reason Clavis found out was his insomnia leading him to pace the halls in the evenings. When he had neared the 7th prince's door, he had heard your erotic sighs and Nokto's name dripping from your lips as he pleasured you. The purple-haired prince was at Nokto's door the next morning with a dangerous smile adorning his lips. "Sounded like you and Belle were having a fun time last night."

Nokto had glared at the other man with a fire in his eyes like you had never seem before, and you stepped up to gently place your hand on his shoulder. The tension had slowly seeped out of his body and he turned to envelop you, hiding your very evident form from Clavis. You had still been in only your lace slip, so you had welcomed Nokto's warmth. That was when your deal with Clavis and Nokto had been made, and the night was, from then on, kept between the three of you.

"Well, what do you say, Belle?" Nokto purred in your ear. "Wanna make me a very happy birthday boy?"

You smirked, glancing up at the dazzling smile he was giving you. "Fine." You said pointedly, and Nokto clapped his hands.

"The woman says yes!" Luke and Clavis whooped loudly, and the evening's details were worked out.

You wanted to do your best to look nice for Nokto's celebration, and had even decided to fix your hair into a fancy updo. You kept telling yourself that you wanted to look nice for the outing, but Nokto's words had been playing in the back of your mind all day, "I'll even invite you-know-who…"

You had reconciled with him since the incident. He had apologized profusely, and had even treated you to a few lovely lunches since, but you still didn't know how he felt about you. Not to mention, the party was going to be the first time since the incident that there would be other women around the two of you, and you wanted to look good; good enough to keep his eyes on only you, all night.

You studied yourself in the mirror, wondering if you should add jewelry. But you shook your head as if to bring yourself back to reality. "No, Evelyn." You scolded. "Don't go overboard for someone who may not be interested at all. He may not even be there tonight." You nodded to yourself in the mirror with resignation, leaving your jewelry behind and turning on your heels. You marched out the door before you could change your mind, and headed in the direction of Chevalier’s faction office, where you had agreed to meet the princes. Your heart began to thrum against your ribcage with each step, much more forcefully than you were used to. You stopped outside the office door and took a deep breath, willing your poor heard to calm down, before knocking lightly.

Luke's smiling face greeted you as the door swung open and you smiled back up at him. "Evelyn, you look amazing!" He exclaimed, looking you up and down in awe.

You giggled in response. "Thank you, Luke."

"I thought I was the only one who could make you laugh like that." another voice rang out in a sing-song manner from further inside the office. Your smile widened further as you moved beyond Luke to greet Nokto. He pulled you into a hug, his hand reaching up to cup your jaw tenderly before whispering in your ear softly, "You look beautiful, my dear." It sounded surprisingly earnest and you pulled away just enough to meet his gaze with confusion. But his face gave away nothing, so you opted for pulling a small box wrapped with light blue ribbon out of your purse and handing it to him instead.

"Happy birthday, Nokto." You murmured, suddenly feeling bashful. You had always assumed that Nokto had thought nothing of the night the two of you had spent together; after all, he continued to bed other women now and again. But were you mistaken? You didn't have time to explore the thought any further, as the faction's office door was flung open by none other than the hellcat of Rhodolite, dressed in his signature brilliant purple and gold.

"Belle!" He called jovially and strutted towards you. "Looks like you and I match. Are you my date tonight?"

"In your dreams, Clavis." A low, smooth chuckle resonated from behind the purple-haired prince, and your breath caught in your throat.

He did come!

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fruitcoops · 3 years

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Hello lovely! Just a request if you would like: coops lazy morning / late night smut? Like not full blown sex but like thigh f*cking? Just worshiping each other slow and passionately like they have all the time in the world (because they do <3)

Oh, what an interesting prompt! This is a continuation of Valentine's Day (found here and here), kind of a slice-of-life in the middle of the night. Coops credit goes to @lumosinlove!

TW for smut

The darkness wrapped around them, a cocoon of soft shadows and shared breaths. Sirius closed his eyes and soaked in it as he lost himself to the lips tracking paths across the skin of his neck and the teeth dipping to scrape his collarbone whenever he got too comfortable. “Oh, baby,” Remus murmured against his pulse point when Sirius began grinding his hips up. Just two words were enough to make him shiver and melt.

“Je t’aime,” he said softly, tilting Remus’ chin for a proper kiss. He could feel the weight of him on his thigh and shifted, hearing Remus’ breath catch around a small noise before he hid his face in Sirius’ neck again. “There?”

He was still sore from their pre- (and post) dinner activities, but honestly couldn’t be bothered to track down his thigh highs again, not even to see that wonderfully debauched expression on Remus’ face from the silky texture around his shaft. Sirius had been forgiven for his earlier antics, but it had taken an apology blowjob and having to ask—ask!—to come during round two.

Not that he minded, of course. That’s what Valentine’s Day was for.

But it was late, and he was horny, and Remus was so handsome in the streaks of moonlight through their blinds that he thought he might burst from it. His thighs stung in the best way from their rings of pretty bruises, and he was fairly sure he wouldn’t be able to engage in a proper fucking without coming in three-point-one seconds.

He pushed his leg up again and Remus moaned into his jaw. Well, maybe three-point-two seconds.

“How do you want me?” he asked, running his hands flat along the ridges of Remus’ back. The strength he carried never failed to take Sirius’ breath away.

Remus kissed him again, more desperate as he licked into his mouth and gripped Sirius’ hips. Interest flared in the back of his mind and cleared out some of the muzzy bliss from before. “My—fuck—my thighs?” he panted, breaking away for only a moment. “Please? We haven’t—not for a while—”

Sirius sank back against the pillows and held Remus’ face in his hands. “Talk first, kisses later.”

He made a grumbling noise and kissed the side of Sirius’ thumb. The fiery dominance from before had given way to simmering arousal, the kind that drove Sirius out of his mind with its wide-eyed pouting glory. “Kisses, then talking, then more kisses?”

“Okay.” Remus leaned down, but he guided him back up. “We already did the first kisses. Start talking, and maybe you’ll get—hey!”

Remus scrunched his nose up around a smile as he poked Sirius gently in the ribs again until they were both laughing. “That’s not a nice thing to do on Valentine’s Day.”

“It’s after midnight, so I can do whatever I want.”

“Like hell.”

“What’re you going to do about it?” Sirius challenged, biting his lower lip.

“I already did something about it, and I’ve got the sore muscles to prove it,” Remus laughed. “At least I know where the lube is this time.”

“Are you sure?”

“You’d better hope I am, or else you’re not getting anywhere near my thighs for round three.”

Sirius’ heart skipped a beat. “Oh?”

Remus settled on his chest and nudged their noses together with a soft kiss. “Please?”

“Since you asked so nicely…” The lube was in his hand before he could even reach for it. Remus kissed him twice more, slow and mind-melting, before shifting to lay on his side with his back pressed flush to Sirius’ chest. He was already warm, and his heartbeat raced under Sirius’ palm as he slid an arm around to hold him close.

A quiet moan slipped through his swollen lips as Sirius slicked his upper thighs, taking a moment to run a finger from his shaft to his still-sensitive hole. Remus reached down to stroke himself, but Sirius took his hand and laced their fingers together, pinning it to his belly. “Come on—”

“Not yet.” A shudder ran through him and Sirius smiled. “Nice and slow, yeah?”

“Yeah,” Remus sighed, burying his face in the pillows when Sirius finally slipped between his legs.

Don’t come, he thought immediately. Don’t come, don’t come, don’t come. Some small, pathetic sound worked its way out as Sirius struggled to keep a hold on himself at the slick warmth of Remus’ thighs—the tight ring of muscle was absent, but the feeling was absolutely overwhelming. Why don’t we do this more often? he wondered as he rolled his hips forward and they both moaned.

“God, that’s good,” Remus said, breathless. “Oh—yes, there.”

Sirius pulled him impossibly closer and picked up the pace, drowning in the noises he could only pull out when Remus was well and truly relaxed, and too tired to check himself. “I love how loud you are like this,” he panted, giving his hand a squeeze and his shoulder a light bite. “I really, really do.”

The bedframe creaked and Remus grabbed the headboard with his free hand. “Fucking Christ, Sirius.”

“I should make you wait.” Remus tensed with a shuddering exhale. “I should. I should make you beg for it. It’s only fair, isn’t it?”

“If you’re looking for an apology—” A gasp interrupted him as Sirius’ shaft slid against his own. “—you’re not getting one. It’s not my fault you sound pretty when you beg.”

“I’m not looking for anything.” His abs were starting to burn from the rhythmic motions, but he pushed it out of his mind to focus on the tremors rocking through Remus’ brilliant legs. His right hand was still occupied, but his left was free to run along the smooth skin and grip, just below his ass.

“Oh my god,” Remus whined, leaning his head back against Sirius’ shoulder.

“Are you close?” A frantic nod was his only answer. It took a moment, but he managed to disentangle their hands. Remus got the hint and wrapped a palm around himself, moving slow and steady while Sirius poured more lube into the apex of his thighs. “Any time, sweetheart.”

“Wasn’t looking for permission,” Remus gritted out. His muscles clenched and Sirius’ vision went speckly for a moment. “I’m so sore and it’s so good.”

His breaths were coming in short bursts with a cut-off keening sound at the end of each one; Sirius increased his pace, ignoring the exhaustion of his muscles, and wrapped both arms tight around Remus’ chest. “I love you, I love you—”

Remus jerked at the change in angle and his palm slid down over the head of Sirius’ dick, striking every thought from his mind with a burst of white. Some sort of loud, desperate noise escaped his throat, muffled by the back of Remus’ shoulder as he came over his hand. “Come on, baby, please.”

He didn’t have to ask twice. Through a haze of holy fuck and ouch, Sirius fumbled a hand down to close around Remus’ shaft. It barely took three tugs before Remus spilled over the sheets, shaking and struggling to catch his breath. “Happy day after Valentine’s Day,” Sirius mumbled around half-numb lips after a few seconds of scrambling to collect his scattered braincells.

“New national holiday,” Remus agreed, groaning as he rolled onto his back. “I’ll take first shower if you change the sheets.”

“Deal.” With great effort, Sirius leaned up on his elbow and kissed him. “Honestly, though, happy Valentine’s Day. You’re the best.”

Remus socked him lightly on the bicep with a grin and a blush. “Stop it.”

“Nope.”

“I love you, too. Thank you for today.”

“I’ll never pass up an opportunity for you to dom the shit out of me,” he teased, earning himself a bark of laughter.

“You’re ridiculous. Hilarious and sexy and sweet and beautiful, but ridiculous.”

“Didn’t look ridiculous in those thigh highs, did I?”

Remus’ flush spread to his chest and he tapped his nose. “If I wasn’t about to fall asleep right here and now, I would absolutely make you track those down again.”

“In the morning, then.” Sirius closed his eyes as gentle kisses scattered his face. “We’ve got all weekend to enjoy them.”

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