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[patchworkcuddlebug]

Checking In

>hey is the doll thing real no shame if its just a roleplay thing but like im starting to see em in town more and i just wanna see whats up

>oh! uh hi! sorry i didn't check this earlier i don't get a lot of messages but uh, yeah, i'm becoming!

>holy shit no way

>you're uh, okay with that right?

>what yeah i wanna see what its like and stuff its a witch right

>oh, yes! dolls only really become through magic, and witches are the ones who control it. i went to her and asked

>wait you werent like kidnapped

>i just felt as if i what? oh, no, of course not! she said that there's no n sorry. Miss said that there's no need when so many are willing

>miss

>yeah, it's... the right way for a doll to address a witch i thought it might be a context thing but. guess not!

>oh damn so you just cant control it

>well not exactly? i can hold it back but it feels... bad lt's a little like trying not to blink if i want to, i can just call her "the witch" but it doesn't feel lkie somethig n i should be sdoing Miss. she is my Miss ugh yeah that's already such a relief like, i felt myself shiver from the tension leaving my body

>holy shit so shes just mind controlling you?

>no, not really!

>why would you want her to do that

>it's more unconscious i think? like it's not about her replacing my thoughts with her own it just feels a little less natural to think certain things

>thats mind control

>and it's all for the sake well uh... in a literal way i guess she's technically co Miss is technically controlling my mind but it's i dunno, nice? sorry it's just a personal thing i'm not sure if I can really get into it

>oh cmon you gotta tell me more obey me or whatever your a doll

>right, of course

>theres no fucking way that actually worked

>please stop you're making me blush... but! um, yeah, i just... don't want to be a person anymore. honestly i don't think I ever was one i always felt so lost even if i had so much guidance like i was just supposed to BE something i'm not like it wasn't enough to just do what i was told, i had to change who i was always fuc always messing up and always being insufficient in a way that had to be corrected

>wait wait wait you cant sayh fuck

>so having Miss there to take away the um ...it's inappropriate

>yeah thats the point

>good dolls are meant to be polite

>im actually losing my shit right now is it supposed to be that bad

>i uh

>cuz i swear ive heard dolls say fuck does it like get worse

>it starts pretty small, and then it gets more intense day by day i could try to be rude but it would just make me feel gross not that being a human is gross or anything

>i promise i wasnt thinking that

>i'm still kind of resisting and everything after all i mean, being a doll sounds nice, i want to be one! but. this is the last time i'm going to be human (i think? you know how witches are) so i guess i just want to... savour this

>huh really yeah i guess i get it itd fuck me up if i got all my organs removed and shit

>oh um, if its okay for me to ask, why do people always bring that up? there's a lot to being a doll being just the organ stuff *beyond so it's kinda weird i keep seeing it come up

>its weird dude no offense like your gonna be porclin or plastic or whatever like im fine with it but its still weird to imagine

>yeah, i... guess it is a little striking? and it's the most outwardly obvious change so uh, i guess it makes sense people are usually attached to their insides, and stuff interoception, right?

>so whens it gonna happen

>uh, when's what going to happen?

>whens your body change

>sorry if that came out wrong i uh i'm... not sure, really Miss says it takes a while for everything to shift into place. and it's hard to know specifics from doll to doll but it'll probably take a little longer than the mental changes.

>the mind control

>she says i still ne yes, the mind control Miss says i need to be careful with tea. i'll crave it much more but my body can't survive off of it alone so i need to be careful with my food, and stuff

>cant she just command you to eat or whatever

>yes! Miss has done just that that's why i'm being so careful because good dolls are obedient and this one is a good doll

>woah uh right ok hey theres something i gotta do so thanks for talking to me and stuff

>oh of course! have a nice day ^^

. . . . .

>Hello! It's been a while since we've talked, how have you been?

>wait are you that doll

>Yes, this one is the doll you talked with a few months ago.

>holy shit no way theres no way it happenes that fast is that you in your pfp

>Yes! This one is on the left, next to Miss.

>yeah the doll i got that holy shit dude youre just a. fucking doll now what

>This one is a doll! Awawa! Would you like to talk more about dollhood? This one would love to answer questions for you!

>yeah im fine i think glad to hear about your whole thing have fun

>Oh, okay! Have a good day! Don't be afraid to reach out again if there's anything else you'd like to talk about!

. . . . .

>Hello again! Sorry it's been a while, this one has been a little busy with its chores. How are you?

. . . . .

>This one saw your last picture! Your partner seems very nice.

. . . . .

>Alright, you seem pretty busy. Be sure to reach out if you have a spare moment, this one would love to hear from you again!

[surielstea]

Words on Paper

Based on this request.

Pairing: Azriel x Fem!Reader

Summary: Azriel’s jealous over a male in your book and it’s hilarious.

Warnings: Just fluff, short Drabble :)

1k words

You and Nesta hadn't shut up about the men in your books all morning. The new Sellyn Drake novel had come out less than a week ago and the both of you couldn't stop raving about it, you swore you had dreams about the characters, and when you weren't caught up in the plot you were analyzing the characters, the male love interest specifically who Nesta and you were all but frothing at the mouth over.

"I need him, unfortunately," Nesta sighed, looking over to me as we held our planks. Valkyrie training seemed to go a lot faster when the both of you got the chance to debrief over chapters and share what you were passionate about, Cassian didn't seem to care as long as we stayed on task and kept up with the movements.

The exercises had become second nature to the both of you, sure it wasn't as mindless as breathing but after it's been part of your routine for weeks it truly does come naturally, like a second language that only the two of you can speak.

Azriel was slow to insanity at this point. He couldn't seem to adjust to the idea of you taking interest in anyone but him. With Mates, the rule is that if the bond is accepted then there's no one else for that person, intertwined by fate.

So why was he so irritated when you rambled too long about a guy from a book?

"Are you two working out your mouths too?" Azriel stands above you, arms crossed over his chest. Slowly, you look up at him with a wide grin. "Sorry, sir," you tease. Nesta shakes her head in exasperation and you giggle.

It took one minute of silence until Nesta and you were whispering amongst each other again.

Azriel seems to have given up days ago, his eyes narrowed at you from across the sparring mats, Cassian next to him as they drink their waters.

“Doesn’t it bother you?” Azriel asks his brother, continuing to stare at both of their mates. “Does what?” Cassian turned to him with an arched brow. “That they’re so obsessed with those men from their little smut novels,” Azriel mutters and Cassian nearly laughs at the death glare the Shadow Singer was saving for the fictional male, who as of late was threatening to take his wife away.

“It’s just words on paper,” Cass shrugs, bending down to place his water on the ground. “I know but, the idea of her wanting anyone else gets under my skin,” Azriel argues and this time Cassian does laugh, it was so odd to see the revered Spymaster so torn up about some guy, who wasn’t even real. “What’re you jealous of him?” Cassian scoffs through his laughter. Azriel rolls his eyes and puts his water down. “Whatever, just don’t come crying when you can’t satisfy Nesta anymore,” He grumbled.

“I doubt that day will come,” Nesta hums from behind the Shadow Singer. He knew she was there, you with her, but he needed to get his point across. “Hey hun, you ready to go?” You dip under his arm, placing a hand on his bare chest. He only nodded in reply.

“Hey, remember what I said, it’s just words Az,” Cassian said before you got the chance to winnow him away, he nodded once more then you took him home.

You didn’t want to know what the General was going on about, you could tell from training Azriel was a little irritated but you couldn’t remember doing anything to irk him.

“You gonna tell me what’s wrong or just keep pouting like a baby?” You ask and he scowls down at you. You smile, hands coming to his jaw and pressing a soft kiss to his lips, he barely has time to reciprocate it before you’re pulling away.

“What’s got you so tense?” You smush his cheeks together and he just stares at you in reply, so you begin to guess. “Something Cass did?” You ask and he shakes his head no. “Something I did?” He doesn’t move and you deflate, flinging your arms over his shoulders and melting into him. “Can’t you just tell me what’s wrong, please?” You sigh into his neck, already admitting defeat. “Do you like him more than me?” He blurts and you stiffen, pulling away to look up at him confused. “Like who?” You utter. “The guy in your stupid book,” He grumbled and you openly cackled before slapping a hand over your lips. “It’s not funny,” He groans backing away from your touch and plopping down onto the sofa, where he could sulk in peace. “I know, I’m sorry Az,” You say, taking deep breaths to control your giggles. “I’m just saying, what does he have that I don’t?” He frowns and you walk over to him, sprawling over his lap and straddling his hips. “Perhaps a control on his emotions?” You tease and he grumbles beneath his breath like a child, looking away from you.

It was true that Azriel was quite explosive. One would think he’d be less reactive as the Spymaster and yet he might’ve been the quickest to action out of all the inner circle. It was a weakness, something he was working on. It was rude of you to point it out but you make up for it by peppering a line of loving kisses up the side of his face.

“I love you, okay? Only you,” You reassure. “Those men, they’re meant to be thirsted over, you understand that don’t you?” You ask and the male nods. “I just don’t want you wanting anyone else,” He looks at me and my grin widens. “Awh, Az,” You wrap your arms around him and squeeze him tight. “I’m all yours, don’t worry,” You muffle into his neck. “Yeah? All mine?” He asks and you nod rapidly before saying, “Promise,”

“Now stop acting like a big baby,” you pull away from the hug and hold his face in your hands. “I’m gonna go bathe, you gonna keep moping out here or do you wanna join me?” You tease. He doesn’t answer and instead picks you up from where you sit and walks you straight to the bathing chambers.

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[fandomfloozy]

Strawberry Mentos

pairing: yuuji itadori x sweet tooth!reader

c/w: fluff, song prompt, based on this post, early relationship, petnames (yuuji and reader call each other baby, reader calls yuuji sweet boy), gn!reader

wc: 1.1k

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You chew on those little fuckers all the time. Between meal breaks at work or while out running errands, you're more likely than not macking away at one of the chewy circles from the sweet roll of mints. Either that or you're out buying a whole new roll because you burned through the last one so fast.

You snack on other things, sure. You generally have a penchant for eating a wide variety of sugary sweets, much to the amusement of your boyfriend. Yet there's no doubt about which particular brand and flavor is your go-to.

Today, however, is one of those rare instances where you don't have a pack on you. Different snacks befit tonight's planned events.

It's movie night. Yuuji has invited you over to his place to introduce you to his favorite movie series. He's been gushing about it all week, very clearly and unashamedly excited. While you are as well, you're also anticipant about being at your boyfriend's place with him, alone, for the very first time. You're antsy and giddy the whole time Yuuji is preparing your bowls of popcorn while you sit on the couch, remote in hand.

"Chocolate bunches in yours, right?" Yuuji asks as he places his plain popcorn on the coffee table.

"Yes, please!" you respond. You smile up at him and he can't help but grab at your chin and shake your head affectionately.

"Coming right up, baby." He grins like a lovelorn loser.

You feel warmth bubble up in your cheeks, so you push Yuuji towards the kitchen. "Hurry up already! I wanna press play soon!"

Yuuji laughs as he pretends to run away scared. "Alright, alright! Not my fault you insist on adding candy to your popcorn! I'll be right back."

You rest your chin on your hands, which are covered by the oversized sleeves of Yuuji's hoodie. You hide your face in them and let out a deep exhale.

God, he makes you feel so soft. You know your insides are mushy, but this is ridiculous.

You do your best to compose yourself before your boyfriend comes out holding your popcorn bowl, already chewing before you've gotten the chance to have some.

You gasp. "You better not be eating my popcorn while I've been waiting patiently for you to start the movie."

Yuuji circles the couch, chuckling. "Of course not, wouldn't dream of it."

No sooner does he hand you the bowl that you playfully snatch it away and inspect its contents. It seems untouched and has the same amount of popcorn as his bowl, not including your added topping.

You narrow your eyes at him in scrutiny. He sits smiling and sitting crisscross on the couch like a puppy. The poster child of innocence. You narrow your eyes further. "Alright, I'm satisfied. Thank you, baby."

You lean over and pucker your lips at him, and he meets you halfway in a kiss. "Anytime, baby."

Yuuji grabs his bowl from the table and leans back, relaxedly placing an arm on the back of the couch. He faces the screen, waiting.

And nothing happens.

He turns to the remote in your hand. "You gonna put play, baby?"

He failed to realize that you'd been sitting staring at him unblinkingly. His kiss had given you pause.

You rub your lips together in thought. You put your popcorn bowl to the side. You then lean forward and place the remote next to his thigh, catching his lips in another kiss.

Now it's his turn to be taken aback. He's wide-eyed as you pull away. "Woah, what was that for?"

You furrow your brow lean forward again, taking his jaw into one of your hands and deepening the kiss. There's tongue now. Why is there tongue now? Not that Yuuji is complaining, but he's so lost.

You separate for the last time and you both give each other perplexed expressions. You speak at the same time.

"Baby, I'm so confused--""Why do you taste like strawberries?"

"Huh?"

You lick your lips a little to make sure. You breathe out a laugh. "Yuuji, you definitely taste like strawberries. The artificial flavor kind, anyway. Is that what you were chewing on?"

Yuuji suddenly blushes a deeper shade of red. "M-maybe..."

You let out a laugh at the state of him. "I'm sorry if I caught you off guard, you just don't usually eat this kind of stuff. I was surprised."

"Well..." He rubs at the back of his neck sheepishly. "I know you really like this candy. It's your favorite. And I just thought... I dunno, that you'd like it... for when I kiss you."

You blink at that.

Your favorite candy.

You couldn't tell him.

You couldn't possibly tell him that the reason you loved this particular candy so much, the reason you even picked them out in the first place, was because of how much those little pink pieces of sugar reminded you of him.

After you and Yuuji's very first date, when the inklings of real, true feelings were first beginning to blossom in your chest and in the pit of your stomach, you started to see him in everything.

In the glow of the blushing sky when the sun was setting.

In the rosé of sakura petals falling along sidewalks.

In convenience store candy flavors the very next day after he'd first held your hand.

You only ever reached for your very first roll of Strawberry Mentos because all you'd had on your mind--and all you'd suddenly had an intense craving for--was pink, and pink, and pink, and pink...

"Oh, my sweet, sweet boy." You grab him by both sides of his face and plant a big ol' smooch on his lips. "If you were any sweeter, you'd give me cavities."

He pinches your cheek and grins. "The amount of sweets you eat will do that way before I can."

You pout as he laughs at your expense. You grumble half-heartedly as you snuggle deeper into him, facing the screen. "Just play the movie."

He chest continues to shake in giggles as he wraps his arm around you. He grabs the remote and the movie starts playing. You reach for your bowl of popcorn again and settle in.

He's so kind. He's so stupid. Grabbing a pack of mentos just so you would taste it when he kisses you. Who does that?

You're glad he can't see the way your face heats up while you conjure up the image in your mind. Of him noticing how much you like to snack on strawberry mentos in particular. Of him looking for the pack while he's out shopping. Of him chewing on a few before he sat down to watch a movie with you just for the chance that you'd notice the flavor when your lips met.

So stupid...

...

"Hey, Yuuji?"

"Hm?"

"What's your favorite candy?"

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divider via cafekitsune

[ambrozjas]

Could you do a song-fic with Sodapop Curtis w/ the song "Stupid Cupid" by Connie Francis? Love your writing, take your time 💕

stupid cupid ꨄ︎

sodapop curtis x fem!reader

✧˖*°࿐ notes 🧸ᰔᩚ

THIS WAS SITTING IN MY INBOX FOR SO LONG BUT I LITERALLY LOCKED IN FOR THIS FIC ITS SO CUTE I SWEAR JUST READ ITTT

✧˖*°࿐ warnings ᰔᩚ

reader is referred to as a girl and a lady, reader is called gorgeous and beautiful, beginning of this fic has soda in highschool so it takes place before the outsiders

✧˖*°࿐ word count ᰔᩚ

1609 words, 8588 characters

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stupid cupid, you’re a real mean guy

i’d like to clip your wings so you can’t fly

it felt like the roman god of love had shot sodapop right through the heart, and boy did soda hate it. that’s all that he thought while he gazed at you, chin held in palm as he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. when the school air had a chokehold on everybody, it left out you. you looked absolutely divine. soda wondered if the gods, if there were any or it was just some stories made up to fill the minds of lovesick kids like himself, favored you. because as he looked at you, the sun just seemed to reflect off you just right, to where it coated the side of your face with a honey orange. you looked like an angel sent on earth, disguised as a teenager in soda’s highschool. he asked himself what you were doing in tulsa rather than some other fancy state like california.

i’m in love and it’s a crying shame

and i know that you’re the one to blame

“mr. curtis.” a stern voice broke through to sodapop, breaking the stained glass that in soda’s mind, was a mural of you and only you.

he snapped his neck to look up at the teacher, hovering over his desk as a finger harshly pointed at the paper on soda’s desk, almost empty.

“uh—sorry, sir.” mumbled sodapop as he grabbed his pencil and put his best thinking face on, hoping that the teacher would take the hint and retreat back to his old scratched up desk that looked like it had survived world war one.

the teacher narrowed his eyes at him, his upper lip curling into a sneer as he looked down at soda, before slowly walking back to his desk.

soda comically sighed in relief, taking one more glance back at you. he pressed his lips together tightly as he saw you talking to your friends. he always loved seeing you smile.

he exhaled sharply, earning another warning look from his teacher. soda tilted his head down as he studied the math problems below him, cradling his hand in his hand as his brain tried his best to work.

hey, hey set me free

stupid cupid, stop picking on me

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i cant do my homework and i cant think straight

“what’s up with you?” ponyboy asked, not looking up from his book. in the corner of his eye, he watched sodapop bounce his leg vigorously as he tried to rub his temples to somehow think better.

“nothin’, pony. don’t worry ‘bout it.” soda responded. he threw his head back to lean on the top of the chair, he was really out of ideas. all that occupied his mind was you. he was writing an essay? you pop up into his brain, he accidentally writes your name to which he has to erase afterwards with red ears.

i meet her every morning ‘bout half past eight

i’m acting like a lovesick fool

you even got me carrying your books to school

how could sodapop miss this once in a lifetime opportunity? he just had to talk to you. one day, when you guys met before school, your breath both evident in the cold oklahoma morning, you made a joke about soda carrying your stuff for you.

“here, be a gentleman, yeah?” a laugh slipper past your lips, and when soda heard that gorgeous sound come out of your mouth, how could he deny you?

your mouth fell into an ‘o’ shape, not even getting the word out before soda grabbed the books from under your arm and held them under his.

you tilted your head as a smile graced your face. gosh, were there wedding bells? soda definitely heard them.

“y’know i was jokin’, right?” you asked, making sure you weren’t forcing him into doing anything. “i can take them back if you want—“

“nah, it’s alright.“ he brushed it off, waving his free hand dismissively before starting again, “plus, you’re right. how could i leave a pretty lady to carry her books on her own?” to that, you sheepishly grinned wider as you tucked a piece of hair behind your ear shyly when you looked away.

you mixed me up for good right from the very start

hey now, go play robin hood with somebody else’s heart

the more that soda talked with you, the harder it was to get you out of his head. but the more he talked with you, the less he minded.

soda had dropped out of school. sure, you somewhat contributed to him failing with how much you occupied his head, but it was also on his own.

he was working at the dx with steve, working on cars all day to especially help darry out.

soda wiped his face with his forearm, cleaning his oily rag as steve rambled about something in the background. he hadn’t seen you in awhile, considering that instead of walking with you to school, darry had dropped steve and soda off at work.

but suddenly, the door tripped the bell, giving it a loud ring as soda looked up at who was walking through the door. and speak of the devil.

he could recognize you just from your sneakers. his head whipped back up to meet your eyes, and gosh was it refreshing to see your face again. a soft smile still remained on your face, as it usually did.

“sodapop! so you really was workin’ here, huh?” you asked, eyes roaming around the multitude of shelves in the gas station interior.

soda’s mouth gaped, opening and closing like a fish. he watched as you walked up to the register and drummed your hands lightly on the counter.

“yeah!”, soda finally managed to blurt out, “how’ve you been? anythin’ new happen at school?” he asked, hearing steve finally shut up. soda could just imagine his ears pricking up at the sound of a pretty girl’s voice appearing.

“nothin’ much,” you leaned in and put a hand to the side of your mouth in a secretive manner, “mandy got pregnant.” soda gasped as he comically brought a hand up to his mouth. you guys whispered and gossiped, steve eyeballing both of you cautiously before slinging an arm around soda’s shoulders and brashly giving him a loud, “who’s this, soda?”

sodapop squinted at his friend and slowly turned his head, full of embarrassment. your eyes darted between the two of them, before giving steve a small wave and quietly giving him your name. your eyes fell back on soda, “well, i was just wonderin’ if you’d like to go to the drive-in wit’ me on saturday?”

“yeah, sure!” why was he acting like such a dork now? in front of the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen? but he sighed with relief when you nodded, giving him the same sweet smile you always greeted him with.

you got me jumping like a crazy clown

and i don’t feature what you’re putting down

once you had left the dx, soda went out to the garage and almost squealed, punching the air in excitement. steve narrowed his eyes as he watched through the garage windows, genuinely considering if soda was possessed or not.

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saturday couldn’t come quicker. it was already a great time leading up to the date, soda was confident. he was looked at himself in the mirror, popping his collar with assertiveness and heading out the door.

during the actual date, he tried to make subtle moves. shifting closer to you, touching thighs or linking pinkies. although you seemed okay with it, there was no engagement on your part. that almost worried soda, he knew you asked him on a date, but he was still overthinking. was he not all you expected? was he doing too much? too little?

but at the end of the date, when he drove you home in darry’s car that he begged to drive in, a small silence fell over you when you had reached your destination.

“y’need me to walk you up?”

“it’s alright, but do me a quick favor, will you?” soda couldn’t tear his eyes off your mouth when you spoke, lips painted a wine maroon color that somehow flowed so delicately with your words.

“anything.” was all soda said, before you placed your hand on the side of his cheek, giving him enough time to pull away, before closing your eyes and kissing him.

in that moment, it felt like you two were the only people in the world. just you, and soda, crammed into darry’s truck in the darkness of the night, only illuminated by the small light above you two on the car’s roof.

when you pulled away, you looked at soda’s lips, slightly parted and stained with a light purple-ish red as he looked at you, absolutely mesmerized.

“thank you. i’ll make sure to drop by the dx on my way home, ‘kay?” you said, not waiting for an answer as you bolted out of the vehicle due to your nearing curfew.

well since i’ve kissed her loving lips of wine

the thing that bothers me is that i like it fine

all soda could do was gape as he watched you depart into the sea of outside lights surrounding your front door and windows, watching you turn around give him a small wave once you opened the front door.

still dazed, all soda could do was wave back. before a wide grin appeared on his face as he covered his eyes with his hands.

stupid cupid, sodapop thought.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ this better get some likes i worked my ass off for this little fic and it’s only a thousand words 😭😭

kiss kiss ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱

[lonely-parrot]

Just you and me

@jegulus-microfic june prompts

Day 18: Date

Word count : 772

Summary: James desperately tries to get Reg on a date, but the poor sap has trust issues/ quick angst, fluffy ending

Regulus has had a lot of fun these last few weeks.

Every day his bookshop is open, at four p.m., James enters the door with a pastry and a coffee in his hand – and most importantly, a sunny smile. And every day he gives them to Regulus, while asking this single question: “hey, wouldn’t you like to go on a date, just you and me?”

And every time, Regulus answers no.

Regulus kind of hates himself sometimes.

Because it’s fun to see James pouts, and it’s fun to see him offer his treat anyway, and to hear him chats Regulus’ ears off until 5 p.m., but he’d like, oh, how he’d like to say yes to James. To say, take me wherever you want, take me however you want, let me forget I can’t trust anyone.

He doesn’t trust people to stay. The only person he trusted with all his heart was his brother and…

He can’t trust.

But James comes back. He asks the question, and when the answer comes, inevitably, he doesn’t stay mad. He talks, he talks. And by the end of his visits, he always buys a book.

“You know,” he says one day to Regulus, who leans closer to him, he can’t help it, he always leans closer to James, “I have bought so many books, that I think I’ll be forced to buy another appartement, just to be able to stack them all up.”

 Regulus is helpless when it comes to James, James Potter since he finally was able to learn the man’s last name, something that shouldn’t have warmed his heart so much.

James comes, again and again, probably ruining himself by the number of books and pastries he bought in a year, and Regulus is stuck in his ‘no’ pattern, and he wants to say yes, but he can’t. He never will be.

And, then, one day, James doesn’t come.

Regulus should have seen it coming. A year of James Potter. A year with the sun had to come to an end, right? Regulus doesn’t deserve the sun. Regulus Black doesn’t deserve good.

But, maybe, James just had to work, that day.

Maybe, because you know, it’s weird for someone to always be free.

Right. That must be that.

It must be, because he doesn’t come the next day either, and he can’t leave Regulus. He can’t. Regulus knows people easily get rid of him. He doesn’t matter to anyone, but James Potter spent one hour of almost every day to talk to Regulus. So, he had to matter at a point? Or was he just a game James got tired of playing?

No. He must be working.

Why hasn’t he said yes? How difficult was it?

Why hasn’t he asked for his phone numbers during all the year they spent side by side?

Maybe he’s dead.

Regulus checks the news, the paper.

No James Potter appears.

“I’m sorry, I should’ve warned you.”

James is here. James. Is. Here. Regulus doesn’t breathe. He’s mad. And relieved; he’s still alive.

“I… I don’t think I can keep up with the asking you on a date thing. It was too much. For me. I’m sorry. I should’ve realised it sooner. But… I still really like you. Maybe, we could be friends? I bothered you for a year and I didn’t even get your number. I’m sorry. Maybe you don’t want me to be your friend. I haven’t been the best human being.”

“Your silence speaks for itself. I’m going.”

He walks towards the door.

“I really would have loved to love you.”

He leaves the shop.

Regulus is alone.

He just had to say yes.

He’s in a movie in a mere second. He runs. It rains.

James is still under it, getting soaked, his eyes are red, and Regulus thinks he’s been crying.

“Yes.”

James’ body freezes.

“I… I want to go on a date with you. You and me. Yes.”

James turns. His messy hair are slack on his head, but he’s still as beautiful as ever.

“Did you say what I heard you say?”

“Yes. James, I have a question for you…”

James looks at him, through his wet glasses.

“Hey, wouldn’t you like to go on a date, just you and me?”

James is crying, but he’s running, not in the opposite direction but towards Regulus. He’s running and he stops a centimetre before colliding into Regulus.

“Yes. Can I hug you?”

Regulus nods, and when James’ arms encircle him, it feels like the world is righting itself up. Regulus breathes for the first time ever, his nose in James’ neck.

“Yes.”

[graylinesspam]

Weapon trading ceremony

Din Djarin x ex jedi reader/oc

The Mandalorians were not short on ceremony. Even Din's faction whose traditions could be described as a lot more bare-bones had ceremony. Granted they were a lot more private, which suited your love just fine. He was a very private person after all.

But he was also a rule follower and even his interpretation of the code had rules about courting. You both had blown past a few of those steps in the time that he'd been considered dar'manda, like learning his name outside of the private name trading. But since he'd been redeemed Din has become determined to do things the right way this time.

So even though you've both decided it would be best for you to become a more official member of his clan that, whatever government the Mandalorians try to cobble together, will recognize. And even though you're wedding will consist of vows shared quietly between the two of you in the privacy of his ship, Still Din insists on completing the courting rituals in order.

Which brings you to the weapons trading ceremony. You'd sort of gathered that this was a step in the courting process that had been created to fill space in the time that it would take an armorer to craft or to reforge pieces of armor bearing new clan symbols. This was the last step before trading Beskar. Mandalorians had no gender roles but they did have strong clan loyalty, so whoever had agreed to join the clan of the other would give their partner the piece of armor (usually a pauldron) bearing their former clan symbol and in exchange, they'd replace it with a piece of their own armor bearing the correct clan symbol until the pauldron could be reforged. And after the pauldron was reforged the pieces would be exchanged during the vows ceremony cementing them as a married couple.

The weapons ceremony was essentially the official proposal step in the ceremony. All previous gifts and gestures aside, the gift of a weapon from a suitor was when you needed to decide whether or not you wanted to commit to them. At least that's how Bo had explained it to you. She seemed a little iffy on some of the finer details but Bo had been learning all she could about the more private sect of Mandalorians since she'd taken leadership of them with the endorsement of the Armorer.

You were nervous about what weapon you could possible trade him, you owned so few in comparrison to a mandalorian. Actually all the weapons you owned could probably fit in a shoebox. Meanwhile Din had a whole rack bursting with weaponry. And every weapon you owned you were somewhat reliant on. After a lifetime of an unstable life you learned not to own anything you didn't need to carry on you, and all of those weapons had become a needed item. Besides they were too small to be as useful to Din. Bo said you could purchase something for him, the symbolism was more important than the weapon it's self. But knowing how meticulously picky he was about every aspect of every weapon that felt like a daunting task as well. And you knew by the way he was taking this whole courting process so seriously that he definitely had something specific in mind for you.

You could give him your first knife. But it had been a gift from your brothers during the clone wars and you didn't want to give up that piece of them.

You only really had one other idea, and it definitely seemed out of the box. With the pressure mounting you were deffinitly grateful that these ceremonies were private for his faction and not the clan-wide public displays of the old clans like clan Kryze.

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You'd agreed on a rough time for the ceremony, After you were in hyperspace on the way back to Navarro. With the kid tucked into his little hammock and the ship's controls on autopilot Din swiveled his chair in your direction. He was a bit more rigid than normal, neither leaning back or forward he was almost sitting rigidly upright except for his downturned shoulders. His hands were clasped awkwardly in front of him. You half expected to hear him clear his throat the the static of the modulator before he spoke. But he was direct as always.

"Are you ready to do this?"

You nodded your head fidgeting in your seat as he reached one hand into the satchel he'd slung over the neck of the headrest on his chair. A cloth-wrapped lump was obscured in his large hands. He carefully unwrapped the bundle laying the corners of the cloth out until a plain silver vambrance was left cradled in his palm.

"Din." you start but emotion chokes you up, "You aren't supposed to give me armor unless we're married," You joke to recover.

"It rides the line between armor and a weapon. It doesn't break any rules." He argues. "It's bare now, just a commlink and a shield. You'll have to train if you want to add anything else to it. But a shield will be plenty. you rely too heavily on evasion in conflict to keep from getting hit. you need to learn how to guard."

It should be irritating the way he picks apart you're technique and critiques you, as if you haven't been fighting in wars since before he took his oath. But his concern is, in this case, endearing. Especially since he's offering you an actual solution and not just telling you to do better.

He holds the vambrace out and you give him your wrist letting him open the metal up and clamp it around your arm. He opens and closes the metal a few times slowly, letting his fingers slide with meaning over the joints and catches to show you how to do it yourself. When he releases your arm you test the weight of it, knowing it will take time to get used to. You haven't worn a vambrace since the war.

Instead of leaning back, Din has taken to looming before you with his elbows on his knees and his shoulders hunched low. You think he may actually be attempting to look smaller and less demanding. He does a poor job of it.

Hesitantly you tug the chain around your neck pulling the well worn necklace out from under your shirt. It's clunky and sort of industrial looking. A sturdy metal ring just smaller than your palm, beveled around the edge and marked with scratches from continuous wear, was poorly corded through with a thick sturdy woven chain.

You'd worn it every day since the Empire rose to power, but now you unscrewed the sturdy clasp and let it fall into your palm. "Let me explain." You rushed out with a shakey breath.

"The Jedi taught us that our lightsabers were our lives. Most of that was to keep up from letting anyone else get ahold of it. An untrained idiot wielding a saber is...well y'know. But there was more to it than that. It was our weapon of last resort. Our identification. And it served as a conduit with the force. When the jedi fell and the last of us had to disappear, we had to lose our lightsabers. We couldn't risk being found with one. And we couldn't risk them falling into the wrong hands either, So we destroyed them. Hid away the kyber crystals and destroyed the hilts. But it's hard to let go of your life, even when most of it has already been destroyed." You plucked the ring up with two fingers and held it up so that Din could see it better.

"This used to be the outer ring of the emitter on my lightsaber. I remember picking it out to match my master. It's the only thing I have left of that part of my life. I know as Riduur we're supposed to be one, to live one life together. Well, this is the oldest piece of my life if I give this to you, then you have all of me. I know it's not a functional weapon, but it's the only thing I own that means the same thing to me that your weapons mean to you spiritually. It's like, part of my soul."

You glance up from under your lashes as his shoulders seize with a halted breath. He straightens in his seat and holds out an open hand. Hesitantly you place the ring down into his much larger palm. He turns the ring examining it with curiosity despite the fact that he must have seen it many times around your neck.

"Is that ok?" you ask hesitantly.

"Yes." he replies hurriedly. "If you're sure you're willing to part with it."

"Yes, I want you to wear it. I-.." You flounder for words. "I want this part, the engagement to feel like it supposed to. I mean-" You huff in frustration. "I want you to know, even though we have some religious differences, that I'm not just going along with your courting process to appease you. I care about what all this is supposed to mean. And I'm trying to find the places where we're similar."

Well that wasn't entirely what you meant to say but you hoped he could understand what you were trying to say, that you didn't just love and respect him, but also the life he wanted to build with you and the moral code that was the foundation of that life.

"Thank you." you weren't sure but he might've sounded choked up through the modulator. He stood before you could pry into it though and used his fist with the ring clenched in it to tilt your chin up so he could press his helmet gently against your forehead.

[apinchofm]

All Patched Up 

Alice was looking to finish her shift with ease. But then her favourite patient - tall, muscular and usually had a concussion of sorts - had to come in.

T, alice x will, first meet, doctor/boxer; minor daphne/simon, eloise x marina

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The Doll In My Brain

Allison wakes up, feeling well rested. She's still in the doll's uniform, a simple yet elegant maid outfit, as she finds herself politely sat at the edge of her bed. It's perfectly made, and the rest of her room looks immaculately tidied as well.

She stands and stretches her body as her grogginess slowly fades, and as the first part of her morning routine, checks the whiteboard on her desk. "This one has finished our chores earlier than expected, Miss." it writes in a handwriting much better than hers. "It has decided to spend the rest of the night still, to rest our body. It hopes that is acceptable."

Allison grabs the nearby marker, erasing the message with the wipe that the doll so graciously provided. "Thanks again for all your hard work! I feel great this morning. You're a very good doll."

Wishing her doll nothing but satisfaction, Allison begins to change into something much more befitting of a person. Once she tried asking the doll to select outfits for her as part of its nightly routine, but the poor thing doesn't seem to understand fashion all too well if it isn't playing a game of dress-up.

. . . . .

Allison inspects the cucumber closely. She's already collected everything on her list, and is now filling out the doll's list. It took the poor thing a while to build the courage to ask for food, and she wants to do her best to make it happy. She just isn't sure what counts as a "good cucumber" or not.

It's been a conversation in the past. Dolls aren't really supposed to feel hunger, they usually just subsist on tea and magic and the will of their witch. But while constrained to her body, her doll feels the need to care for it as it would a witch, and that includes preparing meals for her. While Allison usually makes herself something best described as "sufficiently caloric", her doll enjoys the act of service too much to simply fuel her rather than nourish her.

"Excuse me, do you work here?"

Allison turns to see an older man, supporting himself on the handle of his cart. She looks down and notices she's wearing a colour a bit too similar to the employee's apron. He continues before she can speak up, asking "I'm having trouble finding the instant mashed potatoes."

He turns and leaves, packets in hand.

Allison blinks, looking around. She's in a completely different aisle. She shakes her head, trying to free herself from the remnants of her haze of docile obedience. Nobody's looking at her, so it seems like the doll didn't do anything a person shouldn't do. It even remembered not to leave her... their? Purse in the cart that time. What a good doll, she thinks to herself, promising to add an extra thank-you to the whiteboard.

. . . . .

Allison sighs as she places her second, and last, grocery bag on the kitchen counter. It wasn't unmanageable, but lugging the food up to her complex's top floor never got easier. Maybe once the temperature wasn't such an issue, she could leave it in her car and ask the doll to fetch it for her... but that would require her body to venture outside, with the doll's uniform and mannerisms. Even under the cover of night, the idea was mortifying.

As she unpacks, her train of thought continues. She wonders if the doll feels the same way about her, if it ever finds itself concerned with how she acts in its body. She's sure it couldn't mind, she couldn't imagine a doll that would dare. Well, now she just hopes the poor thing doesn't feel to bad about borrowing her body...

She's been standing in the kitchen for a while, borrowing the doll's stillness. The food has been put away some time ago.

Regardless, Allison feels the need to check. Sure enough, everything is filed away with an almost mechanical consistence, including the canned soup being alphabetized.

Thank you, doll, she thinks to herself, just in case it can hear her. Part of her laments not doing the work herself, but she cuts herself off before getting caught in the weeds of defining what constitutes 'herself' considering the circumstances.

As a habit, having regained control, she checks the doll's chore list. As reliable as it is, it can forget to keep track of chores it does when it's 'off the clock' during the day. She crosses off "Organizing" and shuffles to the couch, eager to relax.

. . . . .

Allison slowly drifts awake. She looks down at the floor, past the doll's outfit, and sees tea spilled on the kitchen's tile. She quickly figures that she must have passed out on the couch... and that her doll must have felt so emotional about spilling its drink it had to take a break. She can still feel the anxiety in her body, the seizing of muscles and the hastened breathing.

The first thing she does is retreat into her room, grabbing a marker and sticky note. Returning to the scene, she places it on the cabinet just next to the spill, somewhere the doll would surely see it. "It's okay, don't feel bad!" she writes. "It was just a mistake, everyone makes them. I'm more than happy to help out."

There, only now can she risk starting to clean. She places the unharmed mug on the counter, getting on her knees to wipe the spill with a nearby rag. It isn't long before that familiar fade starts to threaten to overtake her, the soothing repetition of her task lulling her to sleep and coaxing the doll back into place.

Her last act for the night, with what willpower her personality had the presence to muster, was to smile as bright as she could. Hopefully, when the doll came back, it would be just a little happier.

[witchastra]

Where the Fall Leads excerpt - short, canonical Jegulily

James and Lily were perfect. Better than his daydreams, better than anything. They stole his days and nights, and he gladly let them. His heart raced making eye contact across the Great Hall with the knowledge that they were the only three who knew. Suddenly, he was excited about the things he used to tease his friends about — sneaking into broom closets or empty classrooms, freezing in the astronomy tower, or going to the shady Hogs Head down in the village just to see them.

Suddenly the thought of starting a war for someone wasn’t as mad as he used to think it was. Killing for someone, for them wasn’t as far-fetched as it once was.

But even Orpheus and Eurydice were happy before she died.

Even Icarus, for a time, was able to fly.

So began his fall.

And oh how Regulus fell.

[regulus-books]

wc: 1k+

warnings: alcohol, cussing, smut, recording a porn video, slight degrading (blink and you'll miss it), teasing, almost caught, nicknames (love, sweetheart, sweetie, pretty little slut, big boy, sweet boy, pretty puppy, baby etc??), tell me if you find more

There Regulus stands with a drink in his hand, watching his boyfriend's tan body move around the dance floor with ease, his hips sway and grind on other guys, his small shorts hiking up his thick thighs. Regulus knows he's smirking when his brother asks him why he has such a smug look on his face, to which he doesn't respond, instead he puts down his drink and walks onto the dance floor, now his hips swaying to a beat he had only heard once before. James sees him and smiles, running his hands up his ass and lifting his shirt on the way back up. Regulus rolls his eyes playfully and walks over to the taller man.

"Having fun I see?" Regulus gestures to the guy behind him, who is clearly getting an eye full of James. Who could resist? Certainly not Regulus.

"Having more now that you're here to claim me." James winks, wrapping his meaty arms around Regulus' slim waist.

"I'll do much more than claim you, Potter." Regulus leans in and bites James' earlobe, who makes a cute whimpering noise in response. Regulus moves down to his neck and bites it gently, just enough to leave a small purple mark. Then, he pulls back, and starts to walk away. "Gonna follow me, pretty puppy?" James seems to melt under Regulus' gaze, his words clearly doing something right.

"Fuck." James whispers to himself before following Regulus back to the bar, where he picks his drink back up, leaning on the counter when he sips from it. "You don't know what you're doing to me, love." James presses their bodies together, resting his hands on Regulus' ass, the bulge in his shorts brushing up against Reg's thigh. Regulus tilts his head back, tossing all of the alcohol mindlessly down his throat.

"Oh, but I do, sweet boy." Regulus leans up and kisses James' jawline. "Let me relish in it for a second, then I'll take care of you, hm?"

"I can't fucking wait another second, Reg, I need you. Now." James' hands wander up to Regulus' waistband, tugging at it and letting it snap back into place. "God, please, Reg." Regulus grabs his face.

"You want me, big boy?" James nods, and Regulus' mouth turns up into a smile. "I want you too, baby." Regulus doesn't let go of his squeezed cheeks when he leans up to kiss him. James moans quietly into Regulus' mouth.

"God, you're so beautiful." Regulus simply let's go of his face, grabs his hand and silently leads him to the restroom.

In the bathroom, Regulus pushed James up to the wall and locks the door, attacking him with rough, wet kisses to his mouth. James runs his fingers through Regulus' curly black hair, his other hand grips Regulus' ass cheek with force, as if he'd die if he let go. Regulus takes his time on James' mouth, kissing, biting and sucking on his lips gently, swelling them more than usual. James thrusts his hips up gently at Regulus' hip, groaning at the sensation. Regulus palms James through his little shorts, taking out his phone.

"Is this okay with you, sweetheart?" Regulus pulls away, showing James himself on the camera app. James nods, and Regulus tsks. "Words, baby, words." Regulus' hand cups underneath James' chin, his thumb playing with James' bottom lip, pulling down just to watch it spring back into place.

"Yes. I want the whole world to know I'm yours." James manages to rasp out, grabbing the phone himself and propping it up on the sink, so the camera can see as Regulus drops to his knees. He wants to roll his eyes and tell James that not the whole world is subscribed to their onlyfans, but he knows James will reply something along the lines of ‘they don't know what their missing out on.’

Regulus kisses James' lower stomach through his shirt, slowly untying the strings that are keeping James' shorts up. He kisses every bit of exposed skin as he works James out of his tiny shorts. Regulus pushes down James' boxers and his dick springs out, hard and pink. He spits on his hand and wraps it around James gently, giving him a stroke and then letting go. "So beautiful, honey." James' body jerks at the sensation, he tries to thrust more into Regulus' palm, but before he can, Regulus let's go, much to James' dismay.

Regulus leans forward and flatly licks James' red tip. James rests one hand on the back of Regulus' head (having to lean forward a tad), and his other he uses to pushes Regulus' fringe back, exposing his sweaty forehead. Regulus teases and kisses at James, who can practically feel his own heartbeat in his cock. Regulus smirks everytime James slips out a pathetic whine, and fists him.

"Tell me, baby. Tell me how much you want me to suck you off." James whines again, but doesn't say anything, so wordlessly, Regulus let's go of James' cock, and stands up, leaning against the wall opposite to James. The camera can no longer see Regulus, it can only see James taking deep breaths, his stomach falling up and down.

The second Regulus comes off of James, he lets out a string of whines, "Please come back, baby." James wraps his own hand around his cock, tugging slowly as he watches Regulus insert his fingers into his mouth, making a slurping sound and hollowing out his cheeks. James groans and throws his head back, trying to imagine how good Regulus' tongue feels wrapped around him.

"All you have to do is ask, sweetheart," Regulus pushes his fingers out of his mouth, slick with his own spit, he leads them under his shirt and around his nipples. James watches intently, never looking away. Regulus lets out a fake, whiney moan that has James harder than ever before.

"Please, Reg." Regulus tilts his head, pretending not to know what James means.

"Please, what, Jamie?" Regulus taunts.

"Please suck me off, I need to feel your pretty mouth wrapped around me." James whines, his eyebrows knitting together.

"God, look at you. Such a pretty little slut for the camera," Regulus pulls his hands out of his shirt, walking over to James, and kneeling again. This time Regulus doesn't waste any time before swallowing James down, his happy trail tickling Regulus' nose. James let's out a low groan, just as someone knocks on the door.

"Anyone in there?" Regulus recognizes the voice immediately as Sirius'. He pulls off quietly.

"Answer him, Jamie." Regulus whispers, peppering James' cock in kisses, then goes back to deep throating him.

"Uh," James pushes back a groan and let's out a deep breath in replacement, "Yeah, sorry, mate." He whines, as quietly as he can. Regulus hollows out his cheeks, staring up at James through his dark eyelashes that are painted with mascara. "M'not feeling very well, Reg's just rubbing my b-" He groans, "back."

"Yeah, sounds like it." Regulus grins and swirls his tongue around James' dick as Sirius walks away. Regulus pulls off again, wrapping both of his hands around James, kissing and licking at his tip, making sure he gets as much attention as he needs.

"Been such a bad boy, Jamie." Regulus juts his bottom lip out, pretend pouting. James' eyes roll back, and he whines again. "Are you gonna come for me, sweetie?" James nods, a knotting feeling in his stomach. "Come for me, baby, I need it so bad." Regulus wraps his lips around James once more, just to feel him come warmly down Regulus' throat.

The video goes up later that night.

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[a-sin-to-be-rin]

With Friends Like These

Nathan isn't falsely imprisoned. Technically, he's exactly where he deserves to be. But Harry's smug betrayal bothers Nate more than any dirty jail cell could.

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Istanbul sucks.

Well… Okay, so the architecture is gorgeous… and it was the capital of the Byzantine and Ottoman empires… and it’s got so much history behind it that Nate could search the city for decades and still not find every secret…

… well, alright. Nate supposes that Istanbul doesn’t suck. But this prison? This random piece of cement, plopped down in Who-Knows-Where, Turkey?

Nate definitely isn’t a fan. And it seems his cellmates don’t want him there any more than he does.

“Aside,” someone hisses, and Nathan has been through this enough to know to get lost. Fast.

And he’s right to move. The man gives no further warning before using the communal… facilities… to empty his bladder. (It’s a bucket. They’re expected to use a bucket.) All things considered, Nate is lucky. Some of his cellmates don’t have the courtesy to warn him. They just go, and Nathan has to scramble away.

It bears asking why Nate is always sitting by the bucket. Nate wonders the same thing. But it seems that, in a cell containing eight inmates, space is a hard-fought commodity. No one wants to sit by the bucket. Only the loser of many, many physical altercations would sit by it.

Which Nate unfortunately is. He lost his first fight to a man with biceps the size of Nate’s torso. And after a beating like that, it didn’t take a particularly strong man to shove Nate to the Bucket Corner. Until Nate heals up from his first week in prison, he has no intention of fighting for a better location to sit and be upset in.

“Don’t worry, friend. Someone new will take your place. I’ve seen it a million times before.”

Nathan sighs. He doesn’t know how exactly to feel about Yusuf talking to him again, but the words “why me” run through his head.

“Yes,” Yusuf continues. “Most men only spend a few days in the Bucket Corner. The most I’ve ever seen was… Well, it was eight months. But that’s still not bad! Just hear me out-”

Nate stops listening. Yusuf means well, but he likes the sound of his own voice a little too much. (Yes, that’s hypocritical coming from Nate, but… This guy just really likes to talk, okay?)

CLANG, CLANG, CLANG.

Saved by the dinner bell. Feels a little early for dinner, but-

“Drake!”

Uh oh.

“Drake!”

“Coming!” Nathan calls, nearly tripping over the bucket in his haste to get up. He tiptoes around his cellmates, doing his best not to step on any hands. (He’d pay for that, almost certainly.) “Finally realize that I’m innocent? Here to apologize?”

The guard guffaws, and Nate’s stomach drops to his shoes. You know it’s bad when the prison guard is guffawing. “No.” And then he provides no alternative explanation. He just pulls the cell door open and lets Nate out.

“Oh, okay,” Nathan replies, holding out his hands to be cuffed. “It’s a surprise release, right? You’re having a party for me, aren’t’cha?”

The guard doesn’t reply, locking the cell door and cuffing Nate’s hands. He silently prods Nate forward, towards the staircase.

“Playing quiet, huh? That’s okay,” Nathan assures him. “You’re probably bad at keeping secrets. Bet you can barely hold it in.”

“You talk too much.”

Oh my god, Nate thinks in horror. I’m Yusuf.

They walk down the stairs, across the prison yard, and into a nondescript gray building. Nathan hasn’t been to this building before. Absently, he wonders if this is where they keep the electric chair.

The inside of the building is just as unremarkable as the outside. Plain walls, buzzing light fixtures, and the occasional set of iron bars. But Nate has yet to find a single cell, which only makes his concern about execution grow.

“Hey, uh, this building isn’t… It’s not for death sentences or anything, right?”

Another grunt from Mr. Guard the Incredibly Unhelpful. But he does stop Nathan with a tug on his shoulder. Then he unlocks a door and pushes Nathan inside the room.

“Sit,” Mr. Guard orders.

Nate sits in the banged-up metal folding chair. He recognizes this room from every movie ever. The glass window, the telephones, the room on the other side. He’s in a visitation room.

Hope leaps in Nathan’s chest. Because who would want to talk to him? No one.

No one, save one man. Victor Sullivan. Sully, to his friends, which Nate is.

“This is a visit,” Nathan announces, and Mr. Guard remains silent. “Who’s visiting? Is it an old guy, hell of a mustache, smells like old cigars?”

“Stop talking. Sit and wait.”

“Fine,” Nate mutters. “Killjoy.”

But he’s not actually disappointed, because Sully found him. Nathan hadn’t even told Sully about this job. It was a last-second gig. By all accounts, Sully shouldn’t have noticed him missing for another week or so. But Sully is Sully. Of course he noticed. He’s the best in the biz.

Through the window, Nate can see the door open and a burly guard enter. A second person walks in behind him, and the second Nate sees the ridiculous flashlight holster on their leg, he goes dizzy with rage.

Yes, Harry Flynn is taking a seat at the window, picking up the phone and patiently waiting for Nathan to do the same.

Harry Flynn. The man who betrayed Nate. The guy who convinced Nate to steal Marco Polo’s lamp, only to set off the alarms once Nate figured out the next step in the treasure hunt.

Nate almost walks out right then and there.

But he’s been planning this moment. He’s had plenty of long nights curled up by a rusty chamber pot. Plenty of long days getting shoved aside and ordered around. Plenty of time to come up with a million and one things to say. It would really be a waste to let an opportunity like this pass him by.

Begrudgingly, Nathan picks up the phone. Glaring daggers through the glass, he hisses, “Go to hell.”

Flynn’s mask of indifference warps to one of infuriating amusement. “Oh, very clever. How long did it take you to come up with that one?”

Five seconds. Because Nate suddenly forgot his plan to tell Flynn just what an ass he was and how his ugliness rivaled that of a medieval barber and that Flynn ought to open up a fertilizer business with all the shit that came out of his mouth. No, in the moment, “go to hell” was the best Nate could do, even with fifteen rehearsed speeches in the back of his mind.

“You’re ugly.”

There we go. That’s pretty close to the original script.

“Are you going to keep throwing insults at me?”

“What are you doing here?” Nathan growls. “Did you get stuck again? Need someone with a brain to do your job for you?”

Flynn laughs like that isn’t 100% what happened the first time. “No. This is a warning.”

“I’m already in jail, Flynn. What else can you do? Spit in my nutraloaf?”

“Funny.” Though Flynn doesn’t seem at all amused, voice going flat and eyes narrowing. “No. I’m telling you to keep away.”

Nate shakes his cuffed hand, dangling pathetically from the hand holding the phone. “Yeah, I’ll do my best to keep my distance.”

“No, I’m serious,” Flynn insists. “You're in jail, but I know you. Regardless of how it happens, you will be out of here and harrassing me. I’m telling you now to leave it alone.”

“Well, thanks for the vote of confidence, and I appreciate the personal visit, but you flaunting your freedom kinda makes me want to find Marco Polo’s fleet more.”

“Don’t,” Flynn hisses. And for a moment, the ice melts from his eyes. Fear pulls on his lips. “I’m working with someone, and he's not… He won't hesitate, Drake. You and me, we hate each other, but we aren't out to kill anyone.”

“You're seriously underestimating how much I hate Turkish prison.”

“Don't tell me you really want to kill me.”

Nate doesn't have a genuine response, and Flynn has made his point.

“This guy isn't like us, Drake. So stay out of this.”

“Get me out of here, and I’ll consider it.”

Flynn stands. “Stay away,” he warns one last time before hanging up the phone.

Nate doesn't know who Flynn’s partner is, but whoever it is must have shaken Flynn. The guy's a scumbag, so for him to be fearful enough to visit Nate? In Istanbul? In a prison? After getting Nate arrested in the first place?

Well. His partner must be extra powerful.

But Nathan is curious now, and curiosity has never sat well with him. What could Marco Polo have hidden on that fleet?

Already, Nate begins planning a great escape, followed by a treasure hunt against a man fearsome enough to scare Harry Flynn. It's a terrible idea.

Nate can't wait.

[cherriebbyyyy]

Scent of love

First things first an apology in advance for my mind and what it made me do. Second the tags of what is below the line Nico Rosberg X Jeremy Fragrance fic , their 1K worded meet-cute if you will non explicit. Third here is the ao3 link X Happy Reading xoxo.

Nico was on a much needed vacation as he felt the salt in the air, the dew of the morning sea breeze on his face as he walked down the pavement by the beach in Santa Monica. The feeling of the grainy sand under his shoes that got dragged from the beach a few steps away, the smell of the ocean it was perfect, he had chosen California for this reason and also the fact that F1 wasn’t as big here and he had such a small chance of anyone recognizing him.He bought a mango cup from one of the vendors on the side enjoying the contrasting flavors  of the sweetness of the mango and the tanginess of the lime and salt that was added like the do here. 

“Fuck” Nico said as bumped into him causing some of the mango cup to spill on his white linen shirt, he thanked God he didn’t add chamoy or his shirt would have been stained as well as sticky as he felt the mango juice seep through the shirt and on his skin. He didn’t even get a chance to look and see who bumped into him when he heard “What is that scent?” as he felts a nose inhaling at his pulse point. 

“What the hell get off of me!” 

“You smell really good, what is that?” 

Nico had enough and pushed the sweaty shirtless freak away from him, and it seemed like he didn’t want to go until Nico gripped the gelled hair and pulled the man’s head away from his neck. Finally taking a look and it was a little shocking this guy looked like a long lost brother, a doppelganger. 

“So?” the strange man questioned Nico

Nico looked at the man confused what was wrong with him, what weird scent fetish did this guy have. Why was he sniffing Nico like a truffle pig in the forest desperate to catch the scent and why was he just staring at Nico waiting for an answer like any of this was a normal situation.

“Nothing I’m not wearing anything” Nico spat out.

“No after shave? That’s not Gucci Memoir? It’s a bit musky like it must have been your pheromones calling to me, also sorry by the way about your shirt, but mango does not stain so you should be fine. Are you German by the way?” 

What the hell is Nico’s life, he was getting whiplash and for once it wasn’t from driving.

“Yes I’m German” 

“Ah I could tell the accent, the blue eyes and blonde hair. You are almost as handsome as me. My Name is Jeremy” Jeremy said as he extended his hand. 

“Nico” He responded as he shook Jeremy’s hand 

“Ah, where are my manors? Nico, my compatriot, would you like a new shirt?”

“Are you going to buy me one?” 

“No my home is right there” Jeremy said as he pointed to a pink house on the other side of the pavement a few meters down the pavement. 

‘Fuck it’ Nico thought this day couldn’t get any weirder and a new shirt would beat having to walk 30 mins back to his Air-bnb in a sticky shirt. He’d also be close enough to a public space if this guy tried anything. 

“Ok” 

“Amazing, follow me, I was just about to start my jog as well, I usually head towards Venice to work out instead of the pier but fate wanted me to meet you instead” Jemery said as he walked towards his house. 

Everything Nico learned about Jeremy made less sense because now that he took a good look trailing behind him, this guy was way too sweaty for the distance he had jogged and also the man was wearing white skinny jeans and a pair of white trainers that looked to be more for basketball than running. As they entered the house Nico was a bit in shock to look over at the kitchen table and see half of it covered in cologne bottles. This guy did have a scent fetish.

“Quite the collection you have” Nico comments breaking the silence 

“Ah yes, actually review them online it is a passion of mine, I actually go by Jeremy Fragrance, it is funny people often ask me to smell them and guess their scent like I did to you.”

He comes closer to Nico again standing where Nico has to gaze up and meet Jeremy’s eyes as the man is slightly taller than him by a few inches, Nico now close enough to feel his warmth and catch a whiff of this man's cologne which he couldn’t identify if he tried probably a mix of something that is on the table. 

“Nico let me say I am straight and currently looking for a God fearing woman to be my wife, but you are so beautiful and your scent has called me like no one else's not even a man made one---” he pauses to lean into Nico’s neck once more and take a deep breath. 

“-like I said earlier it seems like fate a man like you almost in my image, I think we must explore” Jeremy says with conviction as he stares into Nico’s confused eyes hoping Nico gets his message.

This man is crazy but what a pitch Nico thinks, he also hasn’t kissed a man in months as it is hard to vet someone for something casual, he usually sticks to women as it doesn’t really matter if that gets out as it is something people assume about him anyways. Maybe it is fate he thinks as he looks up to Jeremy and closes the gap between their lips. 

Jeremy is shocked for a moment before he melts into the kiss grinning as pitch had worked on sweet Nico. He slides a hand into Nico’s blonde locks noting that they are softer than his own then dipping Nico to gain control of the kiss as he slips his tongue in. He brings Nico back up and breaks the kiss. 

“Now what we came here for” Jeremey grins as he strips Nico of his shirt. 

For half a second Nico wonders if this was all a ploy but after that kiss he didn’t really care.

[ybe3-fics]

Freminet/Gaming - 1k~

So mostly Fontaine siblings talking about a "not" date with Freminet.

So Freminet had a little problem. Just a small tiny thing. Something so small he shouldn’t even be thinking about it this much. GaMing’s close contact was something he enjoyed believe it or not. Which is quite strange considering he doesn’t like people being in his personal space most of the time. The only people he feels comfortable with is Lyney and Lynette, but that’s because they’re his siblings. Freminet has only met GaMing yesterday. He was able to make a friend in a day. Which is a world record for him. He was able to make a cute friend.

Freminet laid there in his bed. He was thinking about how the rest of their tour went well and he genuinely enjoyed it. Yet he wanted more time with him. He was about to fall asleep but he heard Lyney barge through the door.

“You went on a date!? And you didn’t tell me!”

Lynette calmly walks behind him and sits on Freminet’s bed.

“I get why you didn’t tell Lyney but you could’ve told me.”

She said as she rolled her eyes at Lyney.

“What?! I give way better dating advice than her! That’s beside the point. You went on a date, with someone you just met. Nothing wrong with that I just never expected you to be so…bold.”

At this moment the room was silent. Freminet knew they were expecting him to speak but he was still shocked with what they were saying to him. As well as the fact that he is extremely tired.

“It wasn’t a date. He just showed me around and we ate together because we were already hanging out”

Lynette and Lyney both looked at each other before Lyney spoke.

“Look Fremi, you don’t have to lie or pretend. We accept you for who you are. It doesn’t matter who you like or feel like being.”

Freminet was dumbfounded. He didn’t think he was attracted to men nor did he think he was attracted to GaMing. He was going to clarify but was interrupted by Lynette.

“It’s ok. We love you for who you are. I mean look at Lyney. He tried flirting with the traveler a while ago and got brutally rejected, but we both still love him no matter what. Same with you Fremi, it doesn’t matter what you enjoy or like or even how many times you fail. We are here for you.”

Lynette’s small speech made him smile and feel warm. He wasn’t coming out but he didn’t want to ruin the moment and it wasn’t a big deal to clarify. Then he thought for another second.

“You got rejected?”

He turned to Lyney confused.

“I did not get rejected. And it’s not even about me right now it’s about you.”

Freminet turned to Lynette still confused.

“He did get rejected. He kept on making these embarrassing attempts at pick up lines. Either the Traveler didn’t notice or was purposely trying to ignore them. At the end of the day it failed but we don’t hold it over his head.”

Lyney sat on the couch crossing his arms.

“This is about Freminet, Lynette. Anyways. Why didn’t you tell us? We could’ve helped you on what to say. So when’s the next date so we can prepare?”

Freminet was finally able to speak again. Both of them were silent and waiting for him to speak.

“He said we could meet up tomorrow but it wasn’t a date and it’s still not a date. How do you even know the specifics I just told Lyney I was meeting up with GaMing.”

Lyney smiles and lean back on the couch.

“Well I’m glad you asked. As I was doing a small show in the plaza one of GaMing’s aunties told me the details. Sooo tell me how it went if it wasn’t a date.”

Freminet actually liked Lyney asking him how it went. For the reason he could ask if it was normal for friends to hang out like that and for him to feel this way. Maybe they were right and it was a date, or maybe it was all in his head. Since they were already on the subject it didn’t hurt to ask.

“Well- um. We went to one of the pretty cool mountains to start with and we ate up there. We had had some of his favorite foods. Then we took a nap together. Then we-“

Lyney cut him off immediately.

“You took a nap together? On this platonic not a date outing? Look Fremi, the rest of the date does not matter if you were in close proximity with him and asleep. It’s fine and normal. Just call it a date and I’m pretty sure GaMing would also think this as a date.”

Freminet thinks on the input of his older brother. Maybe Lyney was right, this time. Maybe he did accidentally go on a date. The thing is Freminet doesn’t mind dating GaMing at all. He’s actually happy at the thought. If it meant they could do more outings together and hang out closer he was really happy with that.

“So should I treat it as a date tomorrow?”

He asked nervously to both his siblings. He truly did not know how he’s supposed to meet with GaMing tomorrow.

Lynette patted him on the back.

“You don’t have to act like Lyney and be completely flirty. You can treat it as how you would treat a friend and hold his hand when you’re together. And if you’re feeling comfortable hug him. I’m sure that’s enough, but do whatever makes you comfortable. Please don’t force yourself to do anything you don’t want to do”

Freminet thought about it as he went to sleep that night. He really liked this idea. Asking Lynette’s help was something he knew he needed. It was just weird how to ask. All he had to do was just act the same from yesterday and maybe hold his hand. He could do something like that, probably. Now Freminet looked out the window to see the pale moon shining onto his sheets. He wondered if GaMing was also looking at the same moon.

Full story on my ao3 - 6k~ - Rated Teen

https://archiveofourown.org/works/54311905?view_full_work=true

Anywaysss thank you for reading if you did and have a wonderful day/evening. xoxo

[blackblood1872]

Shortwave Communications

[Post Episode 2] Two estranged media demons have a long overdue conversation.

Words: 1,150 | Chapters: 1/1 | Language: English

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon)

Relationships: Alastor & Vox (Hazbin Hotel), Alastor/Vox (Hazbin Hotel)

Characters: Alastor (Hazbin Hotel), Vox (Hazbin Hotel)

Additional Tags: One-Sided Alastor/Vox (Hazbin Hotel), Past Alastor & Vox Friendship (Hazbin Hotel), Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Post-Episode: s01e02 Radio Killed the Video Star (Hazbin Hotel), Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, Communication, Reconciliation, Hopeful Ending, Aromantic Asexual Alastor (Hazbin Hotel), Demisexual Vox (Hazbin Hotel)

[thebrothel]

RIVER OF DREAMS hypothetical universe

POV

After Carter took you to the mall that time, you told Joel you felt like you were going crazy from being cooped up in the trailer. Joel punished both of you and luckily Carter got off with only a busted lip, nothing he couldn’t handle. After Joel calmed down, he hypothetically told both of you that you could go out sometimes, as long as you told Joel where you were going and it was less than an hour’s walk.

The next week, you were on the way to the river to fish, and you both got sprayed by a large, unusual looking skunk. It didn’t smell like anything, but you quickly started to feel funny, like you were high.

You had to strip and wash the spray off before it got any worse. Carter tried to give you privacy while not letting you out of his sight. Your body suddenly felt so hot that the cool water was soothing. You began to feel things you normally only felt when Joel was touching you. . . like desperation for cock.

You stayed in the water, scrubbing yourself with a smooth stone, trying to get the substance off, but it didn’t help. The pressure was so intense you had to relieve it, or you might explode. You turned to face away from Carter and began to feel your breast and touch yourself under the water. You didn’t want to penetrate yourself because of the river water. This made it slow-going because the overwhelming sensation was a need to be filled. It only got worse.

Then, you heard Carter moaning and it made your whole body physically ache with tension. You turned around to see his arm flexing, facing away from you, water up to his chest. You wanted it so bad you began to tear up. You would never willingly betray Joel, and neither would he, but this felt like a physical, biological emergency like your heart might actually explode.

You swam over to him and when you said his name, he jumped. He glanced back at you without turning around. “I. . .need a minute, darlin’. I dunno what that was, but I. . . ohhh.”

“I need help,” you begged. “I can’t do it myself like this.”

“Ohh fuck, don’t say that,” he groaned. “Makin’ it worse.”

“Please,” you pleaded. “Can I watch at least?”

“Alright fine,” he turned around. "Not gettin' out of the water though." You watched each other masturbate. His cheeks were flushed and his hair was all messed up and his body–you’d never seen him like this, never imagined he looked so good. His muscles, tattoos, scars, the veins on his arms. He watched you with his mouth open, eyes fixating on your tits right above the water.

“It’s not working,” you whined with your heart pounding. His must have been, too. He had one hand on his chest.

“I know,” he finally admitted. He got close to you and stuck two fingers onto your neck to feel your pulse. “Alright, this is dangerous,” he muttered. Something came over you and while he was that close, you hugged him, and wrapped your legs around him. You couldn’t stop your body from doing it, and you tried to get at an angle where he would enter you. His hard shaft against your front made it so much worse.

He resisted. “Whoa, no way, absolutely not,” he held you by the shoulders and put distance between you. You apologized but also tried again to get closer. You were apologizing and trying all the while like you needed it to live.

His hands slipped down to your breasts like he couldn't control them, but his arms remained stiff, keeping you at a distance. It was incredible how he stayed composed.

“Shhh, I know, it’s really bad,” he whispered.

“Can I at least suck it?” you asked.

He groaned and looked up at the sky, still palming your tits from arm's length away. With his neck outstretched, you admired his throat and shoulders and collarbone. “Alright,” he relented and wrapped an arm around you to bring you toward the shallow area. “Here’s what we’re gonna do.”

He laid so some of his body was above the surface, including his stiff cock that made you drool.

“Get up,” he told you. You stood up, facing him, and immediately started to squat down toward his cock as though drawn by a magnet.

“No,” he laughed, covering himself with one hand, the other resting on his chest. "God damn."

Then he got serious. “You’re gonna sit on my face,” he said. “And yeah, you can suck it. Turn around.”

He guided you into squatting over his face, then had you get on your knees. He grabbed your ass with both hands, said “Go ahead,” and pulled you down. He moaned at the first taste of your pusy and you whimpered, then bent forward and took his cock in your mouth.

You sucked him thirstily. The river water taste gave way to a salty, masculine one. He ate you hungrily and you were both moaning. His tongue plunged into your hole, and he only had to thrust it a few times before you came on his face. It was earth shattering and you moaned on his cock, then almost choked on it, then quickly sealed your lips around it again, as best you could, sloppily slobbering as you bobbed your head on his swollen shaft.

He withdrew his tongue and mumbled “yeah,” into your cunt as you finished coming. “Ohh,” he moaned shakily, then he erupted in your mouth with a grunt against your inner thigh.

You felt so, so much better. Your heart rate slowed. You swallowed his cum, then got up off his face and overed yourself with your arms as you waded back into the water.

Carter lifted his head up to look at himself and let out an irritated sigh. “Did you swallow that?”

“I didnt know what to do with it,” you protested.

He followed you back into the deeper water. “We’re in the river, it would just float away. . .”

“But why is it bad,” you asked.

“I just. . .” he tousled his hair and looked off in the distance. “I could do without knowin’ you’ve swallowed my cum.”

“Then you shouldn’t have asked,” you retorted.

He raised his eyebrows and tilted his head, looking at the water. “Fair enough.”

"I could do without knowing what your dick tastes like," you added.

"Ok, well, ya don't, alright?" He gets serious. "Whatever that was, it made us feel different, taste different, neither of us knows anything."

"And obviously it never happened, right?"

"Yeah," he muttered, crossing a massive arm over his chest to scratch his shoulder.

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Ty for reading 😫 ty Kate for this sinful pic. 💕

Idk if everyone can handle this one so it's rb-restricted for now 😅 but it'll be on the sleepover masterlist if you wanna save it that way.