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stillcarmine · 3 months

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Another excerpt from that time travel fix it fic I’ve got in the works:

————- From behind him, he hears Jason’s voice, asking, “Leo?”

He’s so startled that he tries to turn and grunts in pain, ruining any chance to downplay why he’s in sick bay.

“Hey, you alright?” Jason asks, coming further into the room toward him. “Did you get hurt on your watch?”

Leo just grunts, keeping his eyes on the cot in front of him.

“Here, sit down,” Jason offers, placing a hand on Leo’s elbow to try to guide him to the cot behind him, but Leo flinches back from the touch, sending another jolt of pain through his chest. “Shit, sorry!” Jason says.

“Not on you,” Leo grits out, and steels himself to just fall back to sit on the cot. His ribs scream in protest, but it’s the lesser of the two evils. “Ambrosia?” he asks.

Jason retrieves some from the cabinet and passes it to him. Leo looks up just enough to see the offered square and reaches for it with his left hand. He lifts it stiffly to his mouth and bites into it. Though he can feel the magic beginning to heal his injury, the godly food tastes like nothing to him.

He can’t bring himself to take another bite, and just holds the large remainder on his lap.

He realizes that Jason hasn’t moved since handing it to him, and Leo can’t bring himself to look up.

Leo tries to let the survivor’s guilt- because the logical part of him knows that’s what this horrible feeling is- wash through him and go on with it there, but he feels stuck, his neck bent at an uncomfortable angle downward.

He hears the cot in front of him creak, and Jason’s knees come into view, about a foot from his own.

“Leo,” Jason says quietly. “Look, I’m not sure what’s going on with you, but… I want to help.”

Leo can’t even muster up an ironic smile. “You don’t need to.”

“I want to,” Jason repeats. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“No,” Leo says, almost before Jason’s done asking. Leo takes a deep breath. “No, I don’t.”

“Okay,” Jason says cautiously. “I think you might need to, though.”

Which is true, Leo admits to himself, if only he had someone else to speak to.

When Leo doesn’t answer, Jason exhales and tries again, “Is there anything you can tell me?”

“No,” Leo says, and sees Jason’s hands go still on his lap. It takes him a moment to realize how cold that sounded. “I can’t talk about it at all, okay?”

It’s too damn honest, even this denial of information. He should be laughing through the situation, and spinning stories and crafting stories under those obvious deflections that would actually be believed. Not that he would have with Jason, because the younger version of Leo had hardly ever withheld what he thought from Jason.

And he feels so goddamn lonely even with only a foot of space between their knees.

“Why?” Jason asks softly. “Is it bad?”

The questions are so simple but cut to the core of the problem. It is bad, this is all bad, in ways so deep that Leo’s still discovering the depths of it, and it’s all his fault.

To his dismay, Leo feels tears pool in his eyes, so quick and much that they overflow before he can even try to blink them away. He hears Jason shift on his cot, leaning closer and Leo wants to move away, to keep all of this from hurting his friend.

“What if I fail?” he asks to get Jason to pause. “What if I do everything I can and I still fail?”

It’s all too honest, because that’s the biggest fear hanging over him. What if even with this second chance at the quest he can’t change things and his friends have to suffer?

“If we fail,” Jason corrects.

Leo bites down on his lip so hard the inside of it begins to bleed.

“If we fail,” Jason goes on. “Then we go down together.”

“I can’t stand that,” Leo says, finally turning his head to look at Jason. “Don’t you get that? You all deserve to make it through this war.”

“So do you,” Jason says.

“No more than you,” Leo says, voicing regrets he’s carried for years.

“It’s not an either or scenario,” Jason tells him, and Leo doesn’t contradict him. “I mean, unless you know something I don’t,” he adds, obviously trying to lighten the tension.

Leo rolls his eyes, because that will convince Jason that’s not the case, and he sees it works when Jason’s shoulders loosen minutely.

“I’m sorry,” Jason tells him, and hearing those words he should be saying to Jason nearly breaks him. He bites on the open wound in his mouth to bring himself to reality. “But the rest of us are here.”

Leo smiles at the unwitting lie.

#leo valdez #jason grace #hoo #heroes of olympus #fic #valgrace #of a sort #it’s been a hot minute #a different brand of valdangelo angst claimed my attention #it’s still kinda is but I want to get back to writing this one too

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providnce · 4 months

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2ALL CATFISH AND THE BOTTLEMEN | released 2019 ↳ 💌 for @catb-fics

#catfish and the bottlemen #van mccann #johnny bond #benji blakeway #bob hall #bondy #catb #indie rock #alternative rock #it’s been a hot minute #but i’m back with catb gifs #anyways thank you em for putting up with my bs for the past year 🫶#just now realising 'the ones i counted on' is over a clip of bob and bondy. ouch #blogmusicdaily #usermusic #userkam #*mine

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onyxdoesthings · 6 months

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Shower Thoughts

Synopsis: You and Mike have known each other for years. It was no surprise when he asked you to babysit his sister while he worked, and it was no surprise you said yes. Now that your arrangement has been going on for a while, however, Mike is starting to realize he might be lying to himself about his feelings…

Content Includes: SMUT. Minors DNI, duh. Shower masturbation, Desperation, Mentions of domestic life, No Gendered terms for reader, No description of reader

Fall had just arrived. Abby was sitting in her room coloring and talking to her imaginary friend, who you’ve come to call “G”. That’s what he liked, Abby told you. So you indulged her.

“What are we having for dinner?” Abby called out to you.

“Baked Macaroni and cheese. Remember I said I was gonna try a new recipe tonight?”

Abby hums in thought. “I hope it’s good.”

“Me too,” you mumble with a small laugh.

While the food baked in the oven, you got to making Mike a quick breakfast, knowing he’d be up soon. He didn’t eat well. Pizza and a granola bar were his go to’s, never vegetables or anything he needed to, y’know, stay alive. You sighed when you saw how he ate. You’d even offered to cook for him, just so you could sleep at night knowing he was getting some nutrition.

You hummed along with the radio as you cooked. The kitchen window was open, letting in the dry, cool autumn air. You shivered a bit and pulled down the sleeves of your sweatshirt.

Shuffling came from down the hallway. You briefly glanced over to see a tired Mike rubbing his eyes. You greeted him with a smile, but all he did was grunt. He stumbled over to the coffee maker and made himself a pot before trying to talk. While he waited, he rested his elbows against the counter and not so subtly looked your way.

He watched you cook. He watched the way you gently swayed with the music from the radio while you cooked. He watched how delicate you were with his food, taking such great care with it. You always took such good care of him…

He didn’t deserve it, he often thought. He didn’t deserve you.

“I’ve got a final coming up, so is it okay if I stay over?” You asked Mike. He snapped out of his trance and met your eyes.

“Sure,” he replied. His voice cracked. Damn it. Curse his stupid, tired voice for embarrassing him.

You smiled. “Thanks Mike. Since I’m staying over for a bit, I left some stuff in the bathroom. I hope I that’s alright.”

“Some stuff?”

“Yeah, shampoo, toothbrush, some clothes, nothing much.”

Mike nodded. “‘S fine,” he managed to say. The coffee pot stopped brewing. Finally.

Mike poured himself a hefty cup of coffee, not bothering to put any milk or sugar in it. When he took a sip, his tired brain didn’t register that it would be hot, so he burnt his tongue. He cursed and almost slammed the mug down. You jolted as you looked over at him.

“You okay?” You asked, stepping closer to him.

He tried to nod, tried to convince you not to worry, but it was you. You were always looking out for him. You cared so much. He didn’t get it. He didn’t get why you stayed, why you did so much for him. You were too good to him.

He shook his head. “I’m fine,” he reassured. “Just really tired.”

You sighed. You wanted to press further, maybe even scold him, but in the end you chose not to.

“I’ll be done with the food in a bit. Why don’t you take a shower before work?”

He smiled. “What? Do I smell that bad?”

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t help but grin.

“I didn’t say that.”

Abby giggled. “They think you stink, Mike!”

Mike huffed. “I don’t smell!”

Both you and Abby laughed as he got frustrated. Cute. Mike loved how you two got along. You took such good care of her, you loved her like she was family. That was his favorite thing about you. When he watched you and Abby talk or play or color, he always felt his heart swell. That, and…something else. But he always thought that latter “swelling” was because he hadn’t done anything in a while.

Mike sighed. “Alright, alright, I’ll go shower.”

He trudged over to the bathroom and locked the door. His reflection greeted him in the mirror. God, he looked like shit. He splashed some cold water on his face, hoping to wake up a bit more, then stripped to shower.

The water was cold. Damn it, you must’ve used up all the hot water, he thought. But he couldn’t be mad at you. No, not when you always smelled so nice, and your hair looked so soft, and your skin was so shiny-

He mentally slapped himself. God, it really had been too long. He was getting desperate. He was fantasizing about you, his best friend and Abby’s babysitter. This was getting out of hand.

While the water ran over his face, he reached blindly for his shampoo. He poured out a dollop and started massaging his scalp. But something was off. It was thicker than his shampoo, it smelled different. It smelled sweet.

It smelled like you.

Mike opened his eyes and saw he grabbed your shampoo on mistake. Meh, it’s fine, if you asked about it, he’d just say he grabbed it on accident. No big deal. But it was a big deal. It was your shampoo, the one you rubbed through your hair while you showered. He thought about the water running down your body. He thought about it tracing your soft skin. He thought about joining you, massaging your scalp as he pressed himself against your back.

Hello.

Great, now he was hard. He groaned and tried to think about something, anything else. He couldn’t deal with a boner right now. But…maybe he could…

He was alone in the shower. If he was quiet, he could get away with it…

Yeah, no, he couldn’t. He wasn’t quiet. Mike sighed and tried to finish up quick so he could stop thinking about you. He didn’t bother to condition his hair, but he instead went for a quick wash. He looked at the shower caddy. Your soap was right next to his.

Oh…

Well, on one hand, he could smell like the same dollar store soap. Or…he could smell like you. The thought made his dick harder. Now he was really fucked. This wasn’t gonna be an easy boner to get rid of.

With an uncertain hand, he grabbed your soap and started to massage it onto his body. He was immediately enveloped by the scent. It smelled like you were right there, standing with him in the shower. He wished you were. He wished he could have a moment alone with you and show you how much he appreciated you.

He wanted to wrap his hands around your waist as he pressed kisses down your neck, his tongue and teeth teasing your skin. He wanted to mark you, cover your body in hickeys so you’d finally be his. He wanted to drag his fingers over your sensitive nipples, just barely teasing them to get you riled up. And when you were looking at him with those sweet eyes, he’d get on his knees and give you the best head of your life.

There’s a painful throb of arousal. When Mike looks down, he sees his cock dripping precum and throbbing. Maybe if he just…

He gasped as he rubbed his fingers over his shaft. He was too sensitive. It had been too long since he’d touched himself, but he never could, not with Abby around. Not with you around. But he could be quiet, he thought. He could get a quick one out. Slowly, he ran his fingers over his twitching cock before stopping at the head. He circled the tip, biting hard on his lip so he didn’t moan too loud.

You would be so pretty under him, he just knew it. He’d treat you so well, repay you by making you cum until you were fucked dumb. If he couldn’t pay you with money, he’d pay you back with his body. It’s the least he could do after you were so kind.

His fist starts to drag up and down his cock. He whimpers and rests his head against the shower wall. The water runs over him, ice cold on his sizzling hot skin. With a slow pace, he starts to rock his aching cock into his fist. He thought about your smile. Such a cute smile. He thought about how cute you were while taking care of him and Abby. It was so sweet, so domestic.

It was something he so desperately needed. He needed you, he needed the peace you brought. He needed to fuck you. A quiet grunt slips past his lips as he fucks his fist harder. He can already feel himself getting close. It’s pathetic what you do to him.

“‘M sorry I’m so pathetic,” he mumbled to no one. “‘M sorry I can’t pay you back…don’t deserve you, don’t deserve you at all.”

He could hear your voice scolding him. You told him so many times that you did this because you cared. You didn’t care what he thought about himself, you said he deserved to be cared for.

Mike’s knees buckle as he gets closer to cumming. He bites down on his lips harder, hard enough to taste metallic blood seeping into his mouth. But it was the only way he could keep quiet. He couldn’t risk you or Abby hearing. With his free hand, he grabbed your soap and took a deep whiff. That was it. That’s what pushed him over.

Mike covered his mouth with his hand as he came. It was the largest load he’d ever produced. It covered the shower wall in thick, white splotches. He’d have to clean that up. But for now, he rested his head against his arm, letting his breathing slow and his heart calm down. He needed that. Really, really bad.

When he looked down at the mess, he felt a bit ashamed. He came so much while thinking about you. Maybe he did like you…

That’s a thought for another day though. You’re knocking on the bathroom door.

“Hey Mike, the food’s ready,” you say through the door.

There’s your sweet voice. The one he was obsessed with, the one he loved hearing after a tough shift at Freddy’s. Oh yeah, he definitely liked you.

“I’ll be right out.”

Mike stopped the water and cleaned up his mess before wrapping a towel around his waist. He opened the bathroom door and saw you smiling at him.

“Go get dressed, I’m getting Abby ready for bed.”

Mike nodded as he watched you go somewhere else in the house. He stayed at the bathroom door for a while, just staring at you. But then there was a small giggle from down the hall. He turned his head and saw Abby smiling.

“You like them,” Abby teased. Mike huffed.

“I do not like them, Abs. Now go to bed.”

She smiled and giggled again. “When are you gonna marry them?”

“Abby!” He shooed her into her bedroom, and the little girl closed her door while laughing.

Well…now he really had some thinking to do.

#I published the wrong draft #mike schmidt #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt x you #fnaf movie #hello fanfic community #it’s been a hot minute #i haven’t written in so long #like 5 months #anyways here’s some smut #romantic smut #with some self degradation on mike’s part?#idk #have fun

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itspileofgoodthings · 5 months

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Beautiful Things I Saw this Week

—strands of Christmas lights—orange, green, gold, and blue pinecones of color— backlit by the moon

—four contrails moving in opposite directions like shooting stars, blue sky backdrop

— leaves strewn over a parking lot then lining a sidewalk, fallen jewels of gold and red

—refracted bits of blue sky seen in puddles all down the street

—a wreath on my downstairs neighbor’s door, decked with holly and a plaid ribbon

#beautiful things #beautiful things I saw this week #Pls add yours!!#It’s been a hot minute

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drowninginthoughts27 · 6 months

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22/10 Dead Word Count: 1257

(Panic attack, discussions of child abuse, discussions of trauma) @jegulus-microfic

It’s dead silent when James gets home. But not in a comforting way. It’s the type of cold, ghostly atmosphere that instantly hits him like a brick wall as he walks through the front door. Only the soft hum of rushing water serving as white noise.

Worry immediately sets deep into his bones.

He carefully toes off his shoes, loosening his tie and dropping his bag as well. He walks into the kitchen, checking the time before plugging his phone into the outlet. It isn’t until he flinging his keys onto the counter that he’s able to put his finger on what exactly is wrong.

Placed there unassumingly on the counter next to all of the miscellaneous papers and near-empty mugs of once hot beverages is a small green envelope. On it his address has been written in neat scrawling cursive. The envelope has been torn open, the letter that was once in it now nowhere to be found.

The recognition is almost instantaneous, fear sinking deep into hit gut. The crest of the house of black stamped on the front of the envelope, ‘Toujours Pur’ printed in bold, though there is nothing pure about it. He’s seen his fair share of small green envelopes, never once have they meant anything other than certain misery.

As if by muscle memory he springs into action, scouring the house for any signs of Regulus. The lights throughout the flat remain off, only the streetlights shining through the dark night left to illuminate the rooms.

Despite the odds he finds Regulus relatively quickly. In times like this he’s almost always in one of two places. Either nestled deep into the corner of their closet or tucked into himself in the bathtub. Today the sound of the shower running gives away Regulus location.

Sure enough there he sits, cold water spraying out from the shower head soaking him to the bone. Breath heavy and shaky. His arms are wrapped around his knees which are pressed up to his chest tightly. He has one of James’ hoodies on engulfing is figure entirely, hood up covering his face as he rocks back and forth slightly.

James isn’t sure if Regulus is aware of his presence, none the less he runs over to crouch next to the side of the bathtub making himself eye level with the other man.

Regulus is clutching a waterlogged piece of paper so tightly in his fist that it crumples and tears and his knuckles have gone white with the sheer force of his grip. James doesn’t need to read a single sentence in that letter to understand its message. The black family crest visible on the corner of the paper solidifying his suspicions.

“Regulus,” James says, firm enough to snap him out of his trance but not harsh enough to send him spiraling any more than he already is.

Regulus stills in response, relaxing slightly to the sound of James’ voice.

“Can I sit with you?” James asks.

As expected Regulus didn’t give a verbal response. He only nods, lifting his head up to make eye contact with James. The tear streaks coating his rosy cheeks break James’ heart.

James decides against sitting in the bathtub with Regulus. There isn’t a whole lot of room to begin with and such close contact is often to overwhelming for Regulus. Instead he sits down cross legged on the bathroom floor next to the tub. Reaching an arm out to run his fingers up and down the notches of the other mans spine.

After a couple of minutes his’ breathing has slowed and the rocking has stoped entirely. James is now also wet from the constant flow of water from the shower. Squeezing Regulus’ shoulder lightly to remind him that he’s still there he reaches forward to turn off the water.

“Do you want to talk about it?” James asks.

The other man sniffles, rubbing the sleeve of the hoodie over his eyes. He nods then opens his mouth to speak. Regulus is quite, whispering when he starts,

“It’s all my fault,” he begins.

James gently tilts Regulus face to look at him, cutting him off, “No, if your talking about what I think you are it is not your fault, nor is it Sirius’, or anybody else’s but theirs for that matter.”

Looking back to the floor of the bathtub Regulus lets out another shaky breath, “If I had just stayed around, another 3 years maybe, it would have been better in the long run.” He’s is sobbing now, stuttering on his words.

“We both know thats not true.”

“My collage would have been payed for! My collage and my car and my housing an-“

“No Regulus, nothing is worth putting yourself through more trauma then you already had to endure,”

“But after Sirius left they never laid a finger on me. Not once. A-And all the good memories James. The summers spent on holiday, the games of chess we would play whe- where we would act like a real family. All the places they would take me just because I mentioned wanting to go. James, they weren’t bad people.” He cried.

“A good person wouldn’t abuse and manipulate their own children,” James reminded him. Though there wasn’t a single sharp edge to his voice, it was nothing but soft and reassuring. “The god memories don’t outweigh the bad Regulus.”

He was now leaning most of his body weight onto James’ shoulder as he spoke.

“But I still love them, and they love me, that I’m sure of.” He mumbled, almost inaudible.

“I’m not denying that, I’m not denying that they did good things, I’m not denying any of that. None of those memories are invalid. I’m simply saying that part of you died in that house, and I’m not prepared to lose more of you to them if you go back. I don’t want you dead even if it’s not physically.”

Regulus only turned toward James, nestling his face into the crook of his neck.

“No matter your decision I’m not gonna leave you to go through it on your own, I’ll be right by your side through it all if you want me there. But I do want the decisions you make to be rational, and I don’t think the decision right now you make would be any where near that.”

“I know,” Regulus says in agreement, nestling himself deeper into James’ neck.

“You ready to go to bed, it’s getting late.” James asks.

Regulus leans back away from James, nodding in agreement and allowing the other man to scoop him up out of the bathtub and place him on the counter behind them.

James towels the other man dry, kissing his face as he dose so.

“I’m gonna go get you something dry to change into, okay?” James says, continuing to keep his voice soft and reassuring.

“Okay,” Regulus replies in acknowledgment. Eyes still bloodshot from crying. The sight of him makes the feeling of tears prick at the corner of James’ eyes, threatening to fall.

James hugs him again, going into their bedroom to get another of his hoodies for Regulus to change into.

———

Not much later James watches as Regulus finally drifts into sleep, cuddled close up into James’ side.

As much as the thought of what both brothers went through in that house pains him, it almost pains him even more that there isn’t much else he can do about it other than help them through it in the best ways he knows how.

#it’s been a hot minute #but I’m finally back #with the reason you all follow this blog lol #sorry #I know this is a dark microfic #also I’m entirely aware that this isn’t how Walburga and Orion are typically portrayed and I don’t wanna hear shit about it #Em’s microfics #marauders #jegulus #james x regulus

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