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sourcherryandsprinkles · 2 months

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I was wondering if you could do a fic where the reader is pregnant with Aegons baby but when he usurps the throne she and Jace pretend the baby is his so she doesn’t have to face consequences for sleeping with Aegon 🫶🏼

I'm back from my trip and back to writing/posting!! I hope you enjoyed the requests I had queued while I was away

Warnings: mention of pregnancy

my taglists are here + you can send requests here at any time

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Standing in your nightgown, you looked down where your belly would swell very soon, your hand covering the slightest curve. A babe was growing there. A little babe with white hair and dark eyes, like the one in your dream. A perfect mix of you and Aegon.

You’ve known for two moons that you were with child, but had not been able to tell anyone. When your bloodmoon was late, you thought of going to King’s Landing and tell Aegon in person, but the King drew his last breath and the Greens usurped your mother’s throne before you could get on your dragon.

You’ve been hiding your secret under your clothes, but your belly was starting to grow and show through your looser dresses. You could no longer keep your pregnancy a secret.

The issue was, you could not tell Aegon. The Greens would make the babe a part of the war and tell their supporters that Rhaenyra was keeping Aegon from his child, and you didn’t wish that. You wanted this unborn babe to be safe.

So you told Jacaerys.

There is nothing Jacaerys would not do to protect his twin sister. He would throw himself in front of a fire to shield you and commit war crimes for you.

You jumped when you heard another knock on your door, immediately removing your hand from your belly. You assumed it was one of the servants asking if you wanted your evening meal brought up to your chamber, but the knock was different. Special.

‘’Come.’’ You wiped your eyes with the back of your hand, erasing all traces of tears.

The door opened and Jacaerys stepped in, dressed in his riding gear. You could smell the dragon from across the room, meaning he must have been in Vermax’s company.

‘’Have you spoken to Mother about my plan?’’ he asked after closing the door. ‘’I know we said we would never wed each other, but I see no other option than to claim the babe as mine.’’

As he spoke of the babe in your belly, your hand fell to protectively lay over your stomach as it was before Jacaerys came in. You shook your head, and he noticed the tear stains on your face and the signs or irritation around your eyes.

A pained look crossed his face. ‘’Have you been crying?’’

You turned your head away from him, confirming his guess.

‘’Sister...’’ His voice was gentle as he stepped forward, a soft hand being placed over your hip, but you shrugged him off, refusing to look him in the face. ‘’I promised I would protect you and the babe. You need not to worry anymore.’’

You shake your head, the tears already welling in your eyes again. ‘’What if the babe has white hair? How will we explain that to the realm, Jace?’’

‘’We’ll say nothing. Like Mother did when we came out of her womb with dark hair,’’ he replied.

‘’I refuse for my child to have their legitimacy put into question and live through the same accusations we went through as children.’’

Your little affair with Aegon was a secret to most. All thought that you were just close, not close. If a babe with white hair came out of your womb, Alicent will know. She will either request Aegon to claim the bastard child or have the babe slain so, in case it was a boy, you would not try to claim the throne.

You felt sick at the thought of the latter. Aegon would never allow the death of his child. He loved you.

Jacaerys pulled you into an embrace, no words coming out of his mouth. He let you bury your head in his shoulder and silently cry for as long as you needed.

‘’I won’t let it happen,’’ he assured, feeling the soft curve of your belly pressing against his stomach. ‘’No matter what anyone says or does, I promise I will always be by your side, raising, loving and defending this babe as strongly as I would defend you. I will never allow anyone to harm him or her.’’

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ponderingmoonlight · 1 month

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Kokushibo meeting another moon breather and falling hard

Pairing: Kokushibo x fem!reader

Word Count: 2,1k

Synopsis: You were supposed to be another killed demon slayer on his list, nothing but a girl he stumbled upon in the woods at night. But something about you is different. Something stops him from ending your life.

Warnings: Honestly none, a little bit of violence, a little bit of HEAT, this will get a Part 2 if you guys are interested so feel free to interact with that fic! <3

„Leaving again?“

You tilt your head to the side ever so slightly, your katana already lying heavy in your rough hands.

“I have no choice. The order comes from Ubuyashiki-sama himself”, you reply with low voice.

Out of instinct, your eyes wander to the shining orb above, the most faithful companion of your life. Countless innocent nights, you just sat on the grass and took in its beauty inch by inch. But at times like these, the moon being out also means that demons wander on free foot.

“Lucky bastard”, Sanemi mumbles under his breath.

You wouldn’t consider yourself lucky. Not when you know painfully well that all those demons where once humans with dreams, hopes and love filling their hearts. Not when your whole family drowned you with love and affection only a few years ago.

Until Muzan Kibitsuji decided to turn their heads against you by turning them into demons.

“I’ll be back before training starts.”

“You better live up to that.”

Without looking back one last time, you begin your journey to the other side of this haunted land. If Ubuyashiki-sama called for a hashira, the matter has to be serious-minded. And while his crow didn’t deliver a lot of information about details apart from the place being a small village in the south, you know all too well what that means.

A strong demon, maybe one of the upper moons, even. And you, a hashira who was chosen to kill it.

Your eyes roam around the peaceful area, take in how beautifully the full moon lights up the trees around you. A truly remarkable scenery you try to enjoy as often as possible, even though working as a pillar keeps your mind and body occupied most of the time.

But you aren’t alone. An unsettling feeling starts spreading inside of your chest, the instinct of being watched out of the darkness becoming more and more urgent in your mind.

“Are you the one who is responsible for the destruction of the village nearby?”, you question into the dusk.

Destruction? Kokushibo can’t help but shake his head ever so slightly. As if he’d waste his time with something this minor.

The real question is, who are you? The way you walk and talk tells him more than urgently that you aren’t one of those average demon slayers, that you have to be someone special. A pillar, probably. He can’t help but take in your graceful sight, the way you almost float over the wet grass, your eyes lit by the moon oh so perfectly while your hands are tightly grabbing your katana in contrast.

You are beautiful. Enigmatic, powerful, and captivating... truly mesmerizing. In his long-lasting life, Kokushibo stumbled upon countless of women.

But they never caught his attention like you.

“I came here to end your suffering”, you continue calmly, not even your hands shaking by the sensation of meeting a demon.

You must sense it, that he’s far above the average demons you’ve encountered before. You have to feel his presence by the way you tilt your head towards his direction ever so slightly. And still, you don’t waver. Not even a little bit.

“Even if your skill level proceeds mine by miles.”

His eyes widen for a brief moment.

“Why don’t you show yourself, upper moon?”

It’s an instinct, an act out of trance. Kokushibo follows your word and emerges out of the darkness he found comfort in, his gleaming eyes now meeting yours directly.

The upper moon one.

You don’t allow your heart to skip a beat, force your mind to keep its focus. This must be the head of Muzan Kibutsuji’s army, the mightiest of them all apart from himself. The upper moon Kyojuro lost his life to was number 3. Weaker than the man standing in front of you, less dangerous than the man standing in front of you.

And you? You wouldn’t consider yourself stronger than Kyojuro was.

“I am forced to end your life right here and now”, you declare with a calm demeanor.

“You are too weak to even reach me”, Kokushibo replies automatically.

“I have no other choice but to try.”

He tilts his head to the side, watches like in slow motion how the neutral expression on your face hardens ever so slightly while you lift up your sword.

“Moon breathing, third form: celestial silence.”

You release a wave of soundless crescent blades like you always do, emerge him into confusion and darkness to prepare for your next attack.

“Moon breathing. You use moon breathing?”

You are barely able to escape the grasp of his arm that shouldn’t even be able to reach you by letting yourself fall onto the ground. Not even Sanemi is able to see through that curtain of silence, how was he able to react so fast?

A faint layer of cold sweat starts forming on your forehead, your fingers now grabbing the handle of your sword tighter. What did you expect from the upper moon one?

“Fourth form: Lunar precision.”

You can’t allow your thoughts to wander, need to focus on the way your sword feels inside your hands and the series of rapid, precise slashes that crush against his blade without mercy. Each strike is executed with meticulous accuracy, searing for any weaknesses.

But the man in front of you has none.

All it takes him is one minor slash to disarm you. With his other hand, he grabs your wrist tightly. Is he about to kill you? Will this be your last moment walking on earth? You can’t rip your now glossy eyes away from him, can’t even force yourself to look at the moon one last time.

“Who taught you that breathing technique?”

Your mind starts racing, brows furrowing ever so slightly. What is he talking about? And why are you not dead already?

“What?”, you breathe out.

With a swift motion, he puts his sword back in its sheath and grabs your other arm as well, now holding you so close that you can feel his breath dance across your face.

“Who taught you how to use moon breathing?”, he continues visibly aroused.

“I taught myself.”

Confusion, anger and shock roll over his face like a wave while his hands still keep you in place.

Impossible. This means that you mastered sun breathing as well. You, nothing but an average girl with eyes that make it easy to get lost in them. You with that basic sword that doesn’t show a single hint of your abilities.

Do you know what you’re capable of, that you might be a worthy opponent?

Or a mighty demon.

“You need to come with me.”

“Coming with you?”

Your heart now almost pounds out of your chest, arms instinctively fighting for what is dear life. If you go with him, you’ll die. What is his plan? Does he want to torture you, eat you alive? Your usual so collected mind starts falling apart bit by bit with every passing second.

“Stop attacking me”, he warns you.

You fight against his grasp even harder, desperately try to free you from the prison of his arms. You promised Sanemi that you’ll be back before the next training session starts, you promised Mitsuri to braid her hair in the morning. You made so many promises.

And now you might not be able to live up to a single one of them.

“Enough”, the man in front of you grumbles.

One well-placed hit. Then everything goes black.

Kokushibo’s heavy breath hangs in the air, eyes staring at your unconscious figure lying on the floor. He lifts your body off the ground as gently as possible, allows his eyes to regard your face up-close. You look so peaceful while lying in his arms, your features not showing a single sign of your fight earlier on. Apart from a single tear at the corner of your eye, you look flawless. He wipes it away with his index finger, watches how the moonlight reflects so beautifully in your perfect little teardrop. If he’d be able to caress your cheek one time, feel the softness of your hair only once-

He shakes his head ever so slightly. No, he needs to focus on what’s in front of him, needs to find out what lend you that power. Are you just like him? Are you maybe the only person on this planet who understands his silent suffering?

The second you open your eyes again, everything is still black. What happened? Are you at home? The demon…

Your eyes widen in an instant, dart around the poor-lit area in a haste. Where is the upper moon one?

“It took you quite some time to regain consciousness.”

His cold voice cuts through your bones with ease. There he sits, only a few meters away to your opposite. You swallow hard, scan your body for any injuries.

But you aren’t injured. Not even a single scratch decorates your skin.

“Why did you allow me to stay alive?”

To be honest, he doesn’t know. Muzan Kibitsuji made it more than clear that all demons are forced to kill every single demon slayer who crosses their path. Especially pillars like you. He stares at you without saying a single word.

“Are you going to kill me now?”

It is his responsibility to do so. Not even the fact that you use moon breathing should be enough to change that fate of yours, not when you’re a hashira, a dirty demon slayer. Again, he keeps his mouth shut.

When you open your mouth again, not a single sound escapes your dry lips. The countless questions that linger through your mind make it hard to form a logical thought. What are you supposed to do? Is there any way out of this? You need to fight, need to stay strong until you die.

“What do you know about moon breathing?”

“More than you”, he gives back.

He’s beautiful. Despite the unpromising gleam in his orbs and that number one than reminds you oh so urgently that this man is the highest ranked upper moon, you can’t help but let that thought sink in. There’s no doubt in the fact that he was once a truly handsome man.

The two of you sit opposite of each other, plainly staring in your faces without saying another word. You never felt anything apart from sorrow for those creatures, never allowed yourself to get lost in their features or to ponder about what they might have become. But this man…

“Did you use this breathing technique when you were still human?”

In the blink of an eye, the upper moon one draws his sword. Sparks fly, the air around you suddenly so hot that you almost feel like choking. What is that immense power of his? Are those…moons? Out of instinct, you grab his arm. For support, to stop him? You don’t know anymore.

“Stop”, you cough out.

“Please…stop.”

He lowers his blade, his free hand now grabbing your back and pulling you towards his chest.

“I was the only user of moon breathing for countless centuries. Until you showed up”, he clarifies distantly.

“Tell me how you conquered sun breathing. Tell me how you taught yourself this technique.”

His face is only inches away from yours, forces your breath to get stuck in your throat all over again.

“It just happened.”

“You will come with me.”

He starts dragging you along with him, the unusual flaming touch of his hand almost driving you insane. Just a few hours ago, you were on a mission to free a small village from the cruel hands of a demon. What about those innocent people? What about those poor souls who might get slaughtered at this very moment? You can’t just follow him like a lost puppy.

“Only under one condition.”

Slowly, the upper moon one turns his face towards you.

“You set conditions?”

“Free the village I was assigned to from those demons or otherwise…”

With a swift motion you draw your sword and press it firmly against your very own neck.

“Or otherwise, I’ll make sure I won’t be able to answer all of your questions.”

You find yourself devoured in his arms and pressed against a cool stone wall before you finished blinking once, now staring straight into his dangerous orbs.

“I don’t negotiate with something like that”, he presses out.

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salemlunaa · 4 months

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ITS YOU. THATS IT THATS ALL.

THE VOID IS YOUR BITCH, NOT THE OTHER WAY AROUND

you guys need to stop acting like the void is some magical fairy land with a genie in the corner granting all ur wishes. when you “tap in” (which i feel is a more appropriate term instead of saying “enter”, because you’re not “entering” some place) it’s you granting ur wishes, your desires, what happens in the void is all your doing. And i know, i know i sound like someone from a corny movie telling the main character, “tHe mAgiC iS inSiDe yOu”, but it’s just a fact, everyone’s void state is in them, is different and is easily accessible.

YOU are the operant power

YOU call the shots

the void/“I AM” is beneath YOU, it’s waiting for YOU to give life to it, for YOU to pay attention to it, that’s when the void/“I AM” holds power: when YOU step into the equation.

And it KILLSSSS me when i see you guys talk about the void like it’s some vip section you’ll be lucky to enter. Doing all these methods thinking that one of them is gonna raise your soul and lead it to the “mAgIcaL vOiD”, burning yourself out, losing love for the law and shifting. Which is why i recommend reprogramming your language and calling it the “I AM” because of the weight the “void” has on the community. Your mind isn’t going to some special faraway place, because it’s you, you are the state, you are = “I AM” .

and until you get that confidence of knowing you don’t need methods or other people tapping in to the state for you, knowing you don’t need to cry after “failing” to enter, knowing that you don’t need to endure another day in ur shit reality, knowing that it’s YOU, you won’t get anywhere in this journey of yours.

You don’t need any of this shit, just relax, breathe and remind yourself who’s in control (did i mention that it’s you?) and you can tap in to the void and do absolutely anything you dream of

now go get your dream life, remember what i said: the void is your bitch not the other way around. stop making yourself a slave to the void

YOU are the cause AND the effect 💋☄️

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blondephil · 6 months

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hello (one of the) resident phannie data analyst(s) here with some parasocial stats on dnp’s movie tastes! following: distribution of dan and phil's ratings overall, movies they each rated 5 stars, their lowest-rated movies, and the similarities + differences in their tastes

(lore moment: yes i am a data analyst in my real job. yes i surprised myself with wanting to do this in my spare time. but then i remembered when we read dracula in college (yes i was an english major) and i graphed like, how many times dracula was referred to as vampire versus monster or something. so i shouldn’t be surprised.

first up, their overall rating patterns and by ~special status~ (i.e., wall-e, kill bill, avatar, lmao, plus big hero 6 for the fun of it)

dan’s rated 304 movies and phil’s rated 305. both of them have mean and median ratings of 4 with min 1 and max 5.

both rated kill bill vols. 1 and 2 a 5. wall-e got a 4.5 from dan and a 4 from phil (phake phans). both gave avatar a 3.5. and big hero 6 3.5 (dan) and 4.5 (phil)

rating distribution:

i did analyses here by genre but i need to fix the output (i’m writing all of these based on the markdown document from my phone on the subway, but i need to fix the outputs and i don’t have my computer. so those are pending but there are other genre analyses that i could do & haven’t yet!)

while i was sorting through the data i got the impression that dan overall rated movies higher than phil. so, among movies that they've both rated, here's some information

number of movies dan rated higher than phil: 65

Empire Strikes Back, Blade Runner, Return of the Jedi, My Neighbor Totoro, Back to the Future II, Nightmare Before Christmas, Toy Story, Phantom Mence, Donnie Darko, Attack of the Clones, Finding Nemo, Oldboy, The Notebook, Batman Begins, Brokeback Mountain, WALL-E, (500) Days of Summer, Up, The Hangover, Drive, The Cabin in the Woods, The Avengers, The Dark Knight Rises, Life of Pi, Skyfall, The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey, Whiplash, The Amazing Spider-Man 2, Room, The Hateful Eight, The Force Awakens, Manchester by the Sea, Deadpool, La La Land, Moonlight, Rogue One, Call Me By Your Name, Guardians of the Galaxy Vol 2., Wonder Woman, Spider-Man: Homecoming, I, Tonya, Thor: Ragnorak, Phantom Thread, Roma, The Favourite, The Lighthouse, Toy Story 4, Midsommar, Ad Astra, Knives Out, Soul, The Green Knight, No Time to Die, Don't Look Up, Spider-Man: No Way Home, Turning Red, Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness, Thor: Love and Thunder, The Banshees of Inisherin, The Fabelmans, Glass Onion, Beau is Afraid, Barbie, Oppenheimer, Poor Things

number of movies phil rated higher than dan: 55

Star Wars (New Hope), Blair Witch Project, Requiem for a Dream, Memento, Ocean's Eleven, Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers, Iron Man 2, Thor, Captain America: The First Avenger, The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo, Moonrise Kingdom, Iron Man 3, Gravity, Prisoners, The Wolf of Wall Street, The Grand Budapest Hotel, Captain America: The Winter Soldier, The Imitation Game, Nightcrawler, John Wick, Gone Girl, Big Hero 6, Jurassic World, The Martian, The Revenant, Nocturnal Animals, Split, Get Out, Baby Driver, The Disaster Artist, Dunkirk, The Shape of Water, The Greatest Showman, The Last Jedi, Ready Player One, Crazy Rich Asians, A Star is Born, Rocketman, Once Upon a Time… in Hollywood, Joker, The Rise of Skywalker, The Invisible Man, A Quiet Place Part II, Greenland, Tenet, Malignant, Eternals, The Matrix Resurrections, Scream (2022), Nope, Prey, Talk to Me, Avatar: The Way of the Water, The Super Mario Bros. Movie, Mission Impossible - Dead Reckoning Part One

number of movies they rated the same: 99!

Alien, ET, Gremlins, Back to the Future, Top Gun, Aliens, Home Alone, Silence of the Lambs, Jurassic Park, Pulp Fiction, The Lion King, Se7en, Scream, The Fifth Element, Titanic, The Truman Show, The Matrix, Magnolia, Spirited Away, Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring, Spider-Man, Lost in Translation, Kill Bill, Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King, Kill Bill Vol. 2, Mean Girls, Howl's Moving Castle, Children of Men, The Dark Knight, Pontypool, Inglourious Basterds, Avatar, Toy Story 3, Inception, Scott Pilgrim vs. the World, Black Swan, The Social Network, 21 Jump Street, The Hunger Games, Silver Linings Playbook, The Conjuring, Snowpiercer, Her, Thor: The Dark World, The Hunger Games: Catching Fire, Boyhood, It Follows, Guardians of the Galaxy, Birdman or (The Unexpected Virtue of Ignorance), Interstellar, Ex Machina, The Witch, Avengers: The Age of Ultron, Mad Max: Fury Road, Inside Out, Ant-Man, Captain America: Civil War, Your Name., Arrival, Three Billboards Outside Ebbing, Missouri, mother!, It, Blade Runner 2049, Hereditary, Black Panther, Annihilation, A Quiet Place, Avengers: Infinity War, Captain Marvel, Us, Avengers: Endgame, Parasite, It Chapter Two, Marriage Story, Uncut Gems, 1917, Black Widow, The Suicide Squad, Shang-Chi and the Legend of the Ten Rings, Dune, Last Night in Soho, The Batman (2022), Everything Everywhere All at Once, X, The Northman, Top Gun: Maverick, Bullet Train, Barbarian, Pearl, M3GAN, Dungeons and Dragongs: Honor Among Thieves, Evil Dead Rise, Guardians of the Galaxy Vol 3., No Hard Feelings, Saltburn, Priscilla, Society of the Snow, Saw X, Leave the World Behind

i didn't analyse this by genre or anything, but i could -- so if you're interested lmk!

the 5 movies with the most different ratings between dan and phil

- Iron Man 2 (dan: 2, phil 3.5)

- The Greatest Showman (d: 2.5, p: 4)

- Malignant (d: 3, p: 4.5)

- Scream (2022) (d: 2.5, p: 4)

- Beau is Afraid (d: 3, p: 1.5)

Interesting that even though dan has more higher rated movies, 4/5 of these ones phil rated higher.

next, their 5-star movies

dan's five stars: 80

Alien, Empire Strikes Back, ET, Blade Runner, Gremlins, Back to the Future, Top Gun, Aliens, Stand by Me, The Grave of the Fireflies, My Neighbor Totoro, Back to the Future II, Home Alone, Silence of the Lambs, Beauty and the Beast, Aladdin, Jurassic Park, Nightmare Before Christmas, Schindler's List, Pulp Fiction, The Lion King, Toy Story, Fargo, Scream, The Fifth Element, Hercules, Neon Genesis Evangelion, Titanic, The Truman Show, The Matrix, Fight Club, Magnolia, The Emperor's New Groove, Donnie Darko, Moulin Rouge, Shrek, Spirited Away, Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring, Finding Nemo, Kill Bill, Oldboy, Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King, Shaun of the Dead, Kill Bill Vol. 2, Howl's Moving Castle, Revenge of the Sith, Brokeback Mountain, No Country for Old Men, The Dark Knight, Inception, Scott Pilgrim vs. the World, The Tree of Life, 21 Jump Street, The Avengers, Life of Pi, Skyfall, Under the Skin, Whiplash, Dawn of the Planet of the Apes, Interstellar, Mad Max: Fury Road, Sicario, The Hateful Eight, La La Land, Arrival, mother!, Blade Runner 2049, Avengers: Infinity War, First Man, The Favourite, The Lighthouse, Parasite, Midsommar, Uncut Gems, 1917, Dune, Everything Everywhere All at Once, Top Gun: Maverick, Oppenheimer, Poor Things

phil's five stars:

Star Wars (New Hope), Alien, ET, Gremlins, Back to the Future, Top Gun, Aliens, Home Alone, Silence of the Lambs, Jurassic Park, Pulp Fiction, The Lion King, Scream, The Fifth Element, Titanic, The Truman Show, The Matrix, Magnolia, Requiem for a Dream, Memento, Spirited Away, Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring, Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers, Kill Bill, Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King, Kill Bill Vol. 2, Howl's Moving Castle, The Dark Knight, Inception, Scott Pilgrim vs. the World, The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo, 21 Jump Street, Interstellar, Mad Max: Fury Road, The Revenant, Arrival, Dunkirk, mother!, Blade Runner 2049, Avengers: Infinity War, Parasite, Uncut Gems, 1917, Dune, Everything Everywhere All at Once, Top Gun: Maverick, Terminator 2: Judgment Day, The Shawshank Redemption, Gladiator, Little Miss Sunshine

overlap: 39

Alien, ET, Gremlins, Back to the Future, Top Gun, Aliens, Home Alone, Silence of the Lambs, Jurassic Park, Pulp Fiction, The Lion King, Scream, The Fifth Element, Titanic, The Truman Show, The Matrix, Magnolia, Spirited Away, Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring, Kill Bill, Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King, Kill Bill Vol. 2, Howl's Moving Castle, The Dark Knight, Inception, Scott Pilgrim vs. the World, 21 Jump Street, Interstellar, Mad Max: Fury Road, Arrival, mother!, Blade Runner 2049, Avengers: Infinity War, Parasite, Uncut Gems, 1917, Dune, Everything Everywhere All at Once, Top Gun: Maverick

& their lowest rated movies...

dan: matrix resurrections (1) , thor: the dark world (1.5), the rise of skywalker (1.5)

phil: crimes of the future (1), attack of the clones (1.5), thor: the dark world (1.5), don’t look up (1.5), the matrix resurrections (1.5), doctor strange in the multiverse of madness (1.5), beau is afraid (1.5), black bear (1.5)

not even chris hemsworth could save thor the dark world, i guess (kat dennings, though…)

movies they logged on the same date:

note that this is like, non-exhaustive, because this is only based on their diaries that list the date. i think in reality they've watched most of these movies together. frequently dan logged a couple days after phil which aren’t shown here. procrastination queen

Pontypool, Eternals, The Northman, Nope, Barbarian, The Banshees of Inisherin, Glass Onion, The Super Mario Bros. Movie, Beau is Afraid, Guardians of the Galaxy Vol 3., Mission Impossible - Dead Reckoning Part One, Saltburn, Poor Things, Priscilla, Saw X, Leave the World Behind

movies that one logged and not the other:

dan but not phil: 85

The Exorcist, Stand by Me, The Grave of the Fireflies, Beauty and the Beast, Aladdin, Home Alone 2, Schindler's List, Fargo, Romeo & Juliet, Hercules, Men in Black, Neon Genesis Evangelion, The Mummy, The 13th Warrior, Fight Club, The Emperor's New Groove, Moulin Rouge, Shrek, Legally Blonde, Monsters, Inc, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone, Scooby-Doo, 28 Days Later, Matrix Reloaded, Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl, School of Rock, Matrix Revolutions, Saw, Shaun of the Dead, Shrek 2, Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, Revenge of the Sith, The Devil Wears Prada, Borat, Casino Royale, No Country for Old Men, Death Proof, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, There Will Be Blood, Tropic Thunder, Slumdog Millionaire, Moon, District 9, Fantastic Mr. Fox, The King's Speech, We Need to Talk About Kevin, The Tree of Life, X-Men: First Class, Prometheus, Argo, Les Miserables, Django Unchained, World War Z, Pacific Rim, Under the Skin, 12 Years a Slave, American Hustle, The Babadook, The Lego Movie, x-Men: Days of Future Past, 22 Jump Street, Dawn of the Planet of the Apes, The Theory of Everything, Green Room, Sicario, Spotlight, The Big Short, 10 Cloverfield Lane, The Conjuring 2, Train to Busan, Hacksaw Ridge, Doctor Strange, Hidden Figures, Logan, You Were Never Really Here, Game Night, Isle of Dogs, First Man, The Ballad of Buster Scruggs, Suspiria, Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse, Glass, Hustlers, Pig, Violent Night

phil but not dan: 86

Jaws, The Terminator, Beetlejuice, Die Hard, Terminator 2: Judgment Day, Groundhog Day, The Shawshank Redemption, Leon: The Professional, The Usual Suspects, The Frighteners, The Sixth Sense, Being John Malkovich, American Beauty, The Green Mile, Gladiator, Catch Me if You Can, Elf, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, Little Miss Sunshine, Pan's Labyrinth, The Prestige, Zodiac, Spider-Man 3, Iron Man, Juno, Lake Mungo, Twilight, Zombieland, Kick-Ass, Brave, Evil Dead, The Great Gatsby, Now You See Me, Monsters University, Man of Steel, About Time, Dallas Buyers Club, Edge of Tomorrow, The Hunger Games: Mockingjay Part 1, The Hunger Games: Mockingjay Part 2, The Boy, Raw, Finding Dory, Suicide Squad, Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, John Wick: Chapter 2, Lady Bird, The Ritual, Happy Death Day, Deadpool 2, Ocean's 8, Ant-Man and The Wasp, Bird Box, Booksmart, Crawl, Spider-Man: Far From Home, The Platform, Black Bear, Palm Springs, The Empty Man, The Innocents, Titane, Old, Free Guy, The Black Phone, Fresh, Watcher, Bodies Bodies Bodies, Ambulance, Aftersun, Crimes of the Future, Fall, Bones and All, The Menu, Sanctuary, Do Revenge, Smile, Hellraiser (2022), Mr. Harrigan's Phone, Plane, Missing, Infinity Pool, Past Lives, Knock at the Cabin, Scream VI

i’m interested to see how this varies by genre!

miscellaneous non-statistical things that made me parasocially emotional and/or laugh during this process:

they watched nope together on christmas eve 2022 <3

dan rated moulin rouge a 5 <3 nature boy <3

he also rated shrek a 5. of course. (valid).

4.5 from dan and 4 from phil from the notebook

5 from danny for brokeback mountain <3 and a 4.5 from philly

cmbyn, yes, has its issues, but dan rated 4.5 and phil 4

the shape of water got a 4.5 from monsterfucker phil lester (dan gave it a 4)

surprisingly phil rated rocketman higher than dan! surprising because dan liked so many musicals

dan gave hustlers a 3.5. i don't know why i think this is funny, but i do. phil doesn't have it logged or rated, lmao.

a 4 (d) and a 3.5 (p) for barbie!

phil gave twilight a 3. lol.

phil also gave do revenge only a 3.5. tragique.

phil watched a LOT of horror alone in october 2022 (aka while dan was on tour). anyway he's just like me <3

#dan and phil #dnp #phan #dan howell #phil lester #twitter says letterboxd should have been gatekept i say 1) know your phannie history! 2) this is nothing their usernames are so obvious you #think they didn’t know this would be found? be fr!

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౨ৎ⋆˚｡⋆ Bullies. I part one

art by: @kcokaine

pov: You were different. Different from the other students at your school, different from the girls at your age, and different from the people who were supposed to understand you. When you went on the first day of your new school, your mother told you to keep your special powers secret. There might have been people who had the same strengths as you, but that wouldn‘t mean that they wouldn‘t try to steal yours. Ever since then, you have kept your cursed energy secret. However, when Satoru Gojo and Sukuna crossed your path, it became difficult for you to bear this secret, because they knew something… Thus, your school life became hell.

pairing: Satoru Gojo x fem!reader x Sukuna

content: bullying, harassment, physical violence, bullying as love language, strong language, bullies x reader

song: Love Me Harder - WOODZ

"Oh, now look who‘s there," a deep voice echoed in your ears from behind when you were about to open your locker. You flinched, clearly startled by the huge presence you had felt looming behind your back.

"I nearly oversaw her because she's so short," another, warmer voice exclaimed with a chortle, and a hand firmly found its way to your shoulder.

Your muscles tensed up the second you felt Satoru's hand on your shoulder, tightly digging his fingers into your arm through your shirt before turning you around.

"Hey there," Sukuna greeted you, his voice reverberating in your ears and sending an unpleasantly cold shiver down your spine.

Your heart was hammering against your chest at an immense pace, as if asking to jump out and run away from this place. You wanted to flee, to vanish from this place, but you couldn't.

Satoru pushed you against the lockers, causing a loud sound to ring in the corridor. The students chatting until then became quiet, and a few had already left the place, leaving you alone in your bullies' hands.

"Please, leave me alone," you stammered with a weak voice, clinging to the books you carried in your arms. Your eyes drifted away from your counterparts' bright, blue and red ones, avoiding their intruding gazes. "I have a math lesson now."

When you heard Satoru click his tongue, you hastily gazed up again, catching him shaking his head. Sukuna stepped toward you, and his large hand grabbed your chin. His sharp nails dug into the delicate skin of your face, spreading a warm heat through your cheeks.

"Math can wait," Satoru rasped, leaning closer to prop his arm on the lockers, his hand nearly touching your head. "There is still something you want to tell us, isn't there?" He crooked his head, and you could feel his breath fanning against your ear.

The blood vessel in your neck was pounding, and every single one of your senses was on high tour. Your ears could hear the birds chirping outside, your nose could smell the spicy food the cook prepared in the cafeteria, and your eyes could catch every single line of Satoru's face.

You shook your head and swallowed sharply, your throat becoming sore and dry. It was not like you wanted to tell them anything, but you could sense they knew more about you than you gave off.

"Really?" Sukuna purred, your eyes darting to his. It felt like his ruby red irises were piercing your soul with a glare that would be engraved in your brain for a long while, haunting you in your dreams. His hand tightened around your chin, and he then threw you against another wall.

Your temple hit the window sill when you fell, and you harshly landed on your bum. A warmth formed on the side of your head, accompanied by a pounding feeling. When you hesitantly touched the spot with your trembling fingers, blood covered the skin of your fingertips. You took a deep, shaky breath when a drop of blood rolled down your temple, landing on your skirt.

"What?" Satoru laughed, and you heard the two of them approaching you. You raised your chin to gaze up at them, and you couldn't stop your body from trembling. They leaned down to study the anxiety on your face, grins spreading across their faces. "You cryin'?"

Sukuna chortled at Satoru's inquiry, reaching out to tenderly pat your head. "She's not," he replied, his voice ringing deep in his throat when stared back at you. His brows slightly furrowed as the corners of his lips twitched up into an even more wicked smile. "Go ahead," he spoke to you, pointing at you with a mere head movement, "heal yourself."

Your eyes widened, and your breath caught in your throat. It was never entirely clear to you why the two of them treated you like that, but at that moment, it felt like all your assumptions were confirmed. They knew about the power that loomed inside you. No, they could feel it without even having to know about it. The thing you had kept secret for so long was never a secret to them, but rather a stated fact.

"I should heal myself?" you huffed, grabbing Sukuna's wrist to remove his hand from your head. With the back of your hand, you wiped the blood off your temple and got on your wobbly feet. The two kept their gazes on you, not daring to look away. Nevertheless, their pleased grins wouldn't leave their faces. "I do not know what you are talking about," you hissed, picking your things up before proceeding to leave.

However, just when you were about to do so, someone grabbed your arm to prevent you, and when you turned around, you saw that it was Satoru. His grin became fainter, and his brows furrowed.

"Careful," he warned you, narrowing his eyes ever so slightly. "If you don't get your wound treated, the pain will get worse."

You snorted in response and yanked your arm out of his grasp, spinning around to leave with rash strides that rang in the corridor. As you walked, you could hear the two of them chuckling at you and calling things out to you, but you didn't listen to what they said.

part two: here

#anime #manga #jjk #jjk x y/n #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #gojo x y/n #satoru gojo #gojo x reader #jjk sukuna #sukuna #ryoumen sukuna #sukuna ryomen #jujutsu sukuna #jjk ryomen #Spotify

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lisenberry · 4 months

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We drift in and out

Chapter 3: Did I find you, or you find me?

E/NSFW/MDNI

CW: Consensual Somno, Light Breeding, Canon-Typical Violence, Angst

6k (I know, I went nuts)

10k COMPLETE!

This whole fic started with one picture of a man with hairy arms holding a baby. Everything that came after was a fever dream.

Ch. 1 , Ch. 2, AO3

You had one last night together. Eighteen short hours before a black Land Rover would pick him up and take him away. Off to catch a plane to some forward operating base in a remote, foreign place.

He’d been home with you for four months, by far his longest leave yet. With each day, you’d gotten more comfortable, wondering if maybe he’d become permanent. That instead of just playing house, you were living something real. Building something special together.

That your plans could change, and you could let the fearful part of you rest. That doubtful voice that kept you always prepared. Always on. The survival mode that kept you moving forward but also stopped you from slowing down long enough to breathe. To enjoy.

It was a skill that benefited you in your work. The single-minded attention to detail and success. And when you’d learned you were pregnant, it had kept you from giving into the panic of the unknown. But once she was born, you didn’t have a choice, but to sit with it all. The joy, and the exhaustion. Slow, blissful days had become your routine.

Now you were facing the plan again. The one he wasn’t in. You’d survive, of course, but the bleakness of it cut like a wound. You should’ve known nothing so perfect could last forever. Maybe you did know, deep down. Maybe he did, too, and that’s why you kept each other just a bit out of reach.

But you still had a little more time. A few more memories to make before it came to an uncertain end.

You popped out to Marks & Sparks for supplies to make dinner. It had become a little holiday for you in the last few months. He’d stay home with the baby, and you’d put on real clothes and do your hair and escape for a few hours to squeeze the fruits and smell the cheeses. Go aisle by aisle and daydream about new recipes to try.

Not this time. This time you hurried through as fast as you could. Wasted not a minute as you snatched up everything on your list and rushed to get back to them.

They weren’t in your apartment when got home, so you crossed the hall and knocked on the door to his.

“It’s open!” His voice rang from inside, as you tried the knob and walked in.

He had the baby’s highchair in the kitchen, and the dining room table set with fine china and candles. Music crooned from some hidden speaker, something classical you’d never heard before.

“What’s all this?” You asked, as you set down the bags of groceries on his counter.

“I thought we could eat out tonight. Something different.” He stood with his hands at his hips, and a burp cloth strung over his shoulder. A scheming smile that didn’t quite meet his eyes. They didn’t crinkle at the edges the same way you’d gotten used to.

“You’re okay with me making a mess of your kitchen?” You teased. “You know I’ll use every pan and utensil at my disposal.”

Your place was lovely, but his side of the building had twice the space, and a balcony that overlooked Hyde Park. During the few times you visited, it had felt like stepping into a different world. Like a fancy hotel suite in a far-off country, in the way that it had visitors but never really felt lived in. Sanitized into a blank slate, adaptable to anyone who crossed the threshold in search of an escape from their mundane reality.

Or like a museum, it was a place that existed outside of time.

“You cook, I’ll clean up.” He leaned his hips back against the granite and opened his arms to it welcomingly.

It made sense that he’d want to spend his last night in his own home. His own bed.

“Suit yourself,” you plopped a smacking kiss on the baby’s downy head as she sat contentedly in her chair, chewing on a colorful toy.

When you turned your attention back to him, he waited patiently for his greeting. The longing with which he first looked at you and your daughter the day you’d come home was back again. It had seemed like the start of something then.

This time it felt like the end, as you pulled up on your tip toes and pressed a kiss to his lips. Short and sweet. If you hooked your arms around his neck and buried your face in his neck, like every corner of your soul was aching to do, you’d never let go.

The food would rot on the counter and the hard things would never get done.

So, you settled back down and unpacked the bags in front of you.

“Will you pick the wine? I’m making your favorite.”

In lifetimes past, you would’ve dressed up and gone to The Midland in King’s Cross for dinner. Fed each other oysters and champagne. Danced until the early hours of the morning and crashed wildly into bed. Shared a cigar afterwards, naked but for the shelter of each other’s arms.

This time, you made roast beef with fingerling potatoes, minty peas, and glazed carrots. Topped with gravy and with a side of Yorkshire pudding to sop it all up.

It’d be some time before the baby could join in on the feast, but she flailed with enthusiasm at the smells and the excitement with which the two of you ate. Oblivious to how much her lukewarm cereal and the bottle that she could now almost hold on her own paled in comparison.

In place of a West End show, there were airplane spoons and milky sneezes to keep you laughing. Something to focus on besides the future. Besides each other.

The chasm that was too deep and too far to cross, let alone name.

As if on cue, with the last sip of wine, she started to fuss. Fisted her eyes and arched her back in surrender as John rose to soothe her. You’d have many more nights to put her to bed, but who knew what awaited him. You gave him the time alone as you collected the place settings and started the cleaning that he’d promised you.

The little one sighed so heavily against his chest as she curled into him, burying her fingers in his shirt. You knew the feeling, ached for it as you silently cursed your ability to dirty so many dishes making a meal.

He was gone long enough for you to handwash the china and fill the dishwasher, and you wondered if she fought sleep, or if he simply lingered a little longer. Did he tell her a story, or share some secret that was just between them?

The polished wood floorboards creaked under his weight when he finally returned to the kitchen. There was a stiffness to his towering form, as if he was flexing under an invisible weight.

“Just in time. Everything’s already done,” you chided, gently, as you dried your hands on a towel.

“I set her up in the portable crib with the monitor. In the bedroom next to mine.”

“Her first sleepover.” You still couldn’t look at him. You hadn’t yet, had you? Not really. Not since he got the call earlier that day.

Since you’d told him he was never meant to be a part of your life. That you could live without him.

A lie that he’d surely seen through, but you needed to keep for yourself as you busied your hands and kept your back to him.

But he wouldn’t let you hide, as he stepped behind you and pulled you in.

“Don’t pull away. Please. Not yet.” He tucked his grizzled chin into the curve of your neck.

“I’m trying.” You let your head fall back against him, vaguely aware that the music was still playing. Something sad and slow as you swayed to the beat of it.

His hands rested on your hips as he spun you around to face him. If a kiss could fix everything, you gave it to him then. Did your best as you fisted his hair and pulled him down to you, while his palms roamed lower to cup your ass and lift you onto the counter.

Like meat and wine, you savored his lips and his tongue as he delved even deeper. Splitting you open and demanding more. Demanding everything.

Your shirt was over your head and his roughened fingers scratched along the skin of your back, massaging and kneading the sides of your spine while he unhooked your bra. The same muscles you’d kept rigid all day he coaxed into pliancy with each stroke as a weak moan slipped past your lips.

“That’s a girl. Be soft and sweet for me, will you?” He started off slow at the tip of your ear, trailing light, tickling kisses down the shell and to where the lobe met your neck.

It sent shivers down your arms, and your naked breasts budded to peaks as they grazed against the cool smoothness of his shirt. You didn’t want cool, or smooth, just heat and texture as you pulled it off his shoulders and wrapped your legs around his hips.

He groaned at the contact, a fierce and hungry sound as he took one of your hands and slotted it between you. Pressed your palm against the bulge in his pants and grinded against it, letting you feel the way it grew and hardened at your touch.

“Tell me you’ll miss me. Fucking lie to me, just say it,” he grated out, against your collarbone. Miss him? Lie to him? It would be a lie to say you wouldn’t. “I need to hear you to say it.”

“I miss you already,” you whined, as you slid your hands from his groin to his ass and anchored him closer to the dampening heat at your core.

“I’m right here.”

“Then take me to bed. And show me how much you’ll miss me.” It was your turn to grind against him, rubbing the bud of your arousal greedily along the lip of his fly through your thin linen pants as your tits bobbed wantonly against his furry chest.

“Not going to last long if you keep doing that, love,” he growled, lifting you up again and carrying you down the hallway. “I’d rather take my time.”

And he did, starting with his fingers, then his mouth. Drawing out each sensation like he was mapping the stars. Exploring the far reaches of your body and forging new paths until you were shaking and spent.

You marked him in return. Staked a claim on the meat of his pec with a dark red love bite as he came hard and hot inside your pulsating quim. Filled you up with a contented smile on his face, as if there was no better feeling in the world. No place he’d rather be.

“Be back before it fades, okay?” You nuzzled the hair around the spot with your nose as you drifted off beside him, his fingers lazily circling your hole to push the leaky drops of his seed back in.

Did he have hopes that it would take?

Did you?

Later, a strangled sound, like a wounded animal woke you from a fitful sleep. At some point, you must’ve turned to your side and faced away from him because he was behind you. Pulling at your hips and burying his head between your shoulder blades.

“John? What is it?”

“Just a dream. A bad dream.”

You felt the swell of his cock as he sought out the smooth shelter between your thighs. Arching against him instinctively, you curved onto your back and parted your legs as he absently rutted around to find your opening. Still brimming with the sticky spend from your last bout.

He’d always been a giver, but this one was just for him as he worked out his nightmare on your flesh, your insides, your soul. It felt like a battle. A whole damn war as he smothered you with his heavy, dead-weight body and took ground, pounding away at your sensitive, stimulated cunt.

You wondered if he was even awake, or if he was still in the dream, as he fucked into you roughly and muttered far away words. Bit back his own tears as they mixed with the sweat on your skin.

“Mine...Fucking mine...Not letting you go...Not to anyone else...”

Deprived of oxygen from his bulk on your chest, you almost blacked out with the force of your climax, caught by surprise at the way the mound of hair at his base aroused your clit into bloom with each thrust. A tenderness amidst the brutal onslaught. A divine mercy.

If you had air, you’d have screamed at the intensity of it. Spotty flashes of light broke the darkness as you felt the last of your spurting aftershocks flutter around him, soaking you both and easing the incinerating friction from the stretch of him.

You could only clench your teeth and your walls as he shuddered with the strength of his own fresh release. With his face buried in your shoulder, you knew he didn’t smile this time. The sorrow of it hit you like a blow to your heart as you felt him stiffen with awareness, the fog of sleep clearing from his consciousness.

“I’m yours. There’s no one else, John,” you panted, begged, as he eased up onto to his elbows to give you enough space to take a breath. “Only you.”

********

Before you knew it, the black Land Rover was waiting like a harbinger along the street below.

“Here’s the keys to the truck, and to my place. Just in case.” He tossed a set into the bowl you kept on the sideboard. “I know how much you’re dying to go spying in my cupboards.” He raised a amused eyebrow to match the gentle hitch in his mustache.

“I wouldn’t do that.” Except you totally would. At the first opportunity.

“Afraid of what you’ll find?”

“An expired box of Earl Grey in the kitchen, perfectly sorted socks in the bedroom. Stinky smelling beard oil in the bathroom.” You flashed a cheeky grin at the last, in an effort to keep the tone light.

If he could be strong, so could you. You wouldn’t be the one to break. No matter what you felt like on the inside. You’d save it for when he was gone.

“Beard oil? This is all natural.” As if you’d insulted his manhood, he smoothed his mustache down with two hands, in a way you’d seen him do a thousand times. He’d trained any willfulness from his facial hair with nothing but nose grease and perseverance. Molded by time and patience, like marble cliffs and silt-shined creek beds.

“But I was right about the socks though, wasn’t I?”

“And the tea.” He hitched his mouth into a smile and turned his focus to the gurgling baby perched on his hip, yapping and cooing like she was in on the conversation.

The way he looked at her gave you hope that he’d call it all off. He’d sit back down on the couch and turn on the football. Put his heavy feet up on your table and let his flight leave without him.

“I’m sure we can find some priceless antiques in there she can teeth on.” They would start coming in soon. Another change he’d miss.

“Look, you don’t have to wait.” He paused to clear the words he was looking for from his throat. “I understand if you—”

“I just got you, John,” you cut him off, saving him from the self-sacrificing speech, and looked down at her chubby fist wrapped in a white-knuckle grip around his finger. “You’re not getting rid of us yet.”

Don’t let go, sweetheart. Don’t let him go. You willed it into her with your own thoughts.

Your world had gotten so small since she was born. You’d gone from having a job that needed you, coworkers and clients with a network of responsibilities, down to having just one job.

One person who needed you.

But it would’ve been a lot smaller without him. How lonely would you have been without someone to share it all with? How much of him had seeped into your life, and your heart?

“Be nice to your mum,” he whispered against her soft head, as he kissed her cheek and passed her back to you quickly. Looking everywhere but at you. “You have Kate’s number? In case you need anything?”

You pulled him closer with your free hand to his waist, forcing him to see you. Eyes wide and blue, he looked scared. For the first time.

Anything more than a kiss to the forehead would have broken you both. You’d already said your goodbyes the night before, and again that morning. So, you simply tilted your head up to him, your own eyes kind and trusting, and felt his beard graze your skin one last time.

And then you watched him go.

********

By the third week, nothing in your apartment smelled like him anymore. Everything had been washed, and the windows had been left open too long to let in the cool fall breeze. Looking around, you realized that nothing in your home was his.

He’d come through your life with a force and left no trace behind, as if he was never even there. It wasn’t right. You wished with renewed clarity that you’d taken more pictures of him. That you’d recorded every moment.

Something to show your daughter, someday, if she ever questioned whether or not she was loved. Something you could show yourself, when your mind tricked you into believing it was just a dream.

It was the need to seek out that connection, that comfort, that had you unlocking the door to his flat and letting yourself inside. It was dark, and too quiet. Cold and cavernous, like he was the one who heated it and gave it light.

With the baby bouncing on your hip, you explored from room to room. Three bedrooms and four bathrooms. And still, you couldn’t find a trace of him anywhere there either.

His sheets had been washed since you’d spent the night. His bathroom scrubbed of any lingering soap by the cleaning company that came once a month to keep it free of dust and spiders while he was away.

Trapped in time until the next visitor passed through.

Your grief and frustration sprung anew as you moved into his office. Surely it would have something. The indent of his body in a leather seat, or the half-burnt end of a forgotten cigar.

But his chair was too firm to leave a crease, and his ashtray was clean.

There were no medals or honors hung along the walls, and the top of his desk was empty, except for one framed photo. It was exactly what you were looking for, but at the same time, something you never expected.

It was from four years before, when he’d talked you into running a marathon together for a charity for wounded veterans. You remembered the day clearly but never knew someone had taken a picture. It must’ve been at the end, because you were both dewy-faced and soaked in sweat, smiling like mad.

His arm was around your shoulder and yours was at his waist. You looked like a couple. Like you were in love. Was that how you always looked when you were together?

Was this what you’d been missing out on all this time?

Surely, there were others. You’d open a drawer and find photos of him with other people. His parents, his friends. Other women.

But as you pulled them apart one by one, you only found files of old bank statements and tax forms. Until you got to the bottom. A lone manila envelope, padded and thick.

With your name written in the wonky, hurried strokes of his hand.

Your own hands shook as you turned it over to find it sealed. He must’ve wanted you to see what was inside, or else it wouldn’t have your name on it.

Right?

It felt like paper, documents of some kind, but with something else to give it bulk. You shouldn’t have seen it, shouldn’t have gone digging through his stuff. But he’d known you were going to snoop. Had practically dared you to, didn’t he?

You tucked it back in where you’d found it. Whatever it was, he could give it to you when he came back. You’d promised him that you’d wait, and you would.

However long it took.

Just as you shut the drawer, your phone began to buzz in your pocket, jolting you guiltily as if you’d been caught. You took it out, expecting it to be just another spam call, but paused in immediate horror at the name across the screen.

(John’s) Kate

He’d saved the contact in your phone in case you needed to get in touch with him. You couldn’t think of a situation where you’d be justified in pulling his attention away from a job, but you could only think of one reason she’d be calling you.

“Hello,” you answered.

*******

Two hours later, your apartment was full. Well, there were only four guests gathered around your coffee table and perched with varying degrees of curiosity and tension along your couch and side chairs, but it felt overcrowded considering their size.

Three men that you’d never seen before, and then there was Kate. Somehow, she took up just as much space as they did. She carried herself with an air of authority that made your spine straighten reflexively.

“He didn’t tell us he had a family.” The clean cut one in the ball cap, who’d introduced himself as Kyle, spoke first as you poured him a cup of tea. “We all wanted to express our support in person.”

“There wasn’t much to tell until recently,” you smiled, slightly, trying to be a good hostess despite the circumstances.

“You’ve been his emergency contact for the last five years,” Kate added as she declined your offer of milk and sugar.

“I didn’t know that.” That was as long as you’d known each other. Did he really not have anyone else?

“He’s a very private man.” She did you the favor of talking about him as if he wasn’t gone. As if there was still hope.

“How did you know about it?” MacTavish, the stocky Scot with the close-cut mohawk intoned back to her, with a bristling hostility you couldn’t miss.

“I’m CIA. It’s my job to know everyone’s secrets.”

You thought maybe she was trying to make a joke, but her face was dead serious.

“We never would have let him—” He looked regretfully from you to your baby as the blond one with the black surgical mask cut him off with a supportive hand to his knee.

“Have any of you ever successfully talked him out of something once he’d put his mind to it?” You looked around at the faces of the men staring back at you. The people he spent all his time with when he wasn’t with you. “I’m sure that’s why he didn’t tell you. Afraid you’d treat him differently if he was a real person.”

Perhaps for the same reason he’d never told you how he felt. Afraid to make it something real. Something it would hurt to lose.

“Why don’t you tell me what happened, please,” you continued, bracing for the worst.

“A massive fuck up from the beginning, is what it was—” Kyle interjected, heatedly, before he was interrupted by a pointed look from Kate.

“It’s mostly classified, of course. So, we can’t go into details. But John requested an indefinite leave of absence about four months ago. In the interim, his team was assigned to assist another task force in a sensitive operation.” She spoke evenly as if reciting a sequence of events before a committee.

And you listened, all the while searching for the bits she left unsaid. The parts that she hid behind her narrative.

Phrases like, ‘severe loss of life’, ‘pinned down in hostile territory’, and ‘unable to ascertain status’, were cold, calculated ways of saying something went horribly wrong.

You weren’t a naïve civilian who devoured sound bites at face value. You worked with government contracts all the time. American, British. They were all the same. ‘Cover your ass,’ was their collective motto.

When she finished, you had more questions than answers. But one thing stood out in your mind. He hadn’t been home for so long by accident. He’d chosen to stay. He’d given up his team, indefinitely, to be with you.

“So, if I understand correctly, it was a massive fuck up. You him called away, despite his clear wishes to be left alone, to save your ass and theirs.” You turned your attention from Kate over to the team. “And he got you out. And you left him behind?”

He’d quit for you. But he’d gone back for them.

“Not willingly.” The one in the mask, Lieutenant Riley, spoke up for the first time. His eerily dark eyes shot daggers at Kate, as if the fault was hers.

“He knew what he was doing. We needed to reassess the objective and regroup. And I’m available to discuss it at length with you another time, Lieutenant.”

“We know he’s alive.” MacTavish reassured you. “If he was dead, they’d be broadcasting his body and celebrating all over the dark web.”

Oh, what a relief. The visual turned up bile your throat.

“And if he’s been taken prisoner or something?”

“He’s an exceptionally valuable hostage. We’ll have a few weeks at least, while they interrogate him, before he’s ransomed.”

Tortured, she meant. The bile turned to acid, and you forced yourself not to be sick.

“So, what now?” You were in a daze. Kate’s firm, rational, voice grounded you and kept you present when all you wanted to do was breakdown. To scream and cry and pound your fists against their chests to get back out there and find him.

Her position demanded it, you imagined. Judging by the tension flowing between the team, they ached to do just that. It was as if they were held back by some invisible muzzle. Reined in by years of service. One strong woman was all that kept them from charging off to take matters into their own hands.

“We’ll keep you updated as soon as we have news,” Kate answered, softer than before. Perhaps aware that her words alone held little comfort. That they were as grim as hollow condolences. “But here, standard protocol. We had it stripped of anything sensitive. There’s only a few pictures and text messages left. It’s unlocked.”

She handed you his battered old phone. The screen was scratched up, and the case was cracked enough to be useless protection. You didn’t think they even supported this model anymore. You couldn’t help but smile when you saw it.

‘It’s busted to bloody hell, but still hanging on’, he’d said about it once with a proud laugh. You prayed that he was the same, wherever he was.

“Thank you. It was nice to meet you all,” you replied, politely, suddenly anxious to be alone. To fall apart in peace. “I wish it was under better circumstances. Maybe next time we can have a drink and a proper laugh. When he’s home.”

“We’ll get him back, Mrs. Price.” It was Kyle who pulled you into a hug, as if you were family. “I promise.”

It was the first time anyone had called you that, and you didn’t correct him. In the moment, it was a comfort. A universal truth that you longed to hear from someone else’s lips.

The others followed suit with their goodbyes, but their warmth and concern were a shallow replacement for the man you were missing. Kate settled for a stoic handshake before you closed the door on them all and set your back against it for support.

The phone in your hand was heavy as you pulled it up to see his text messages, looking for any possible clue or something to keep hope alive. There were a few off color jokes between him and his mates. Notes to you about what was for dinner, and silly photos he’d taken of the baby.

One single text exchange with Kate. As if he’d deleted them as soon as they came in. Or perhaps Kate had wiped them as part of her pruning. It was from four months prior.

I hope you know what you’re doing.

Never more certain in my life.

Were they talking about you? Of his choice to leave? It reminded you of something else he’d left behind. Something you’d forgotten in the whirlwind of the last few hours.

When you held the envelope again in your hands, you didn’t think twice about ripping through the seal. Inside was a stack of handwritten letters, all dated and signed with his name.

You focused on the one on top, from the day before he’d left.

Hey love,

If you’re reading this, then something must’ve happened to me. Or your curious nature got the best of you, and you went snooping around my desk.

I hope it’s the latter because it’s time you knew, and who knows when I’ll get the courage to tell you myself. But if it’s the former, then I’m sorry.

I can’t say I’m surprised, though. There’s only so many times I can dare death to find me before it wins. You just have to know that I did my best, for whatever it’s worth.

I never felt like I could have a family. I didn’t deserve that sort of peace after the things I’ve done. I’ve taken too many lives to have any chance at a happy one. Killed too many sons to be entitled to any of my own.

It’s been my purpose. What I’m good at. And I never wanted to bring that burden home to anyone else.

Then I saw you again after I made myself a promise to stay away from you this time. You were so fearless and calm. I just wanted to be near you. Close enough that you might scare away the darkness in me.

If someone like you, and her, could trust me and see any good in me, then maybe I’m not such a monster after all.

You made me believe in fate. In something bigger that was beyond my control. I just hope that it’s not done with me yet. That it’s not done with us.

If this is the end, then I just want to say thank you and leave you with everything. Everything that I have, and everything that I left unsaid.

These letters are from all the other times I’ve done this. The other missions that called me away since we met, in the event that I didn’t come back. You were the only thing worth coming home to, and I’m sorry I didn’t share them sooner.

If you’re just being nosy, and I’m already warm in our bed with the baby drooling on my chest, I hope I’ve already told you a thousand times how much I love you. How lucky I am to have known your love in return.

And I hope you’re already wearing one of these rings. I couldn’t decide which one, so I’ll let you choose. They’ve been in my family for ages. All yours now.

All my heart, John.

The pages were flooded with salty tears by the time the jingle at the bottom of the envelope caught your attention. Five different rings. Yellow and white gold, glistening diamonds, emeralds, and sapphires. Old and new.

But not yet. You didn’t dare to touch them yet. Didn’t choose. You believed in fate, too. He wasn’t gone, and it wasn’t the end.

*******

The next days passed by in a blur, waiting by the phone. You were thankful for the baby, as she didn’t let you wallow or crumble the way you wanted to. There were still diapers to change, and bottles to fill. Smiles to fake and colic to soothe.

You wondered if she missed him, too. If she even noticed he was gone.

It was three in the morning when you got the call, and you shot up in bed, sleep quickly forgotten when you answered. You didn’t even bother to look at the caller ID.

“John!”

“Hiya, darling.” His voice was a faint groan of relief.

“Where are you?” You held the phone away from your face just long enough to see the long, foreign number with a country code you couldn’t place. “Does Kate know where you are?”

“I don’t have a lot of time. I’m in the blind. I just wanted to hear your voice.”

You flung off your covers and rushed to your computer. He was in trouble.

“I’m here. Are you hurt?”

“Not bad.” You could hear him smiling, the way the words huffed out through pained lips. It was definitely bad.

You had to keep him talking, to stay on the line long enough for you to work. The laptop took forever to start up. You hadn’t used it since you’d left your employment, and it must’ve needed a hundred updates. But you didn’t have time as your fingers trembled anxiously over the keys.

This was what you did. This was your job. You designed software that could find people. Find targets. Needles in the giant haystack that was the world.

You set the phone to speaker mode and plugged it in to your program.

“Whose phone is this, John?” It would be encrypted, you presumed. You wouldn’t be lucky enough to have its location turned on.

“An old friend. I’d put him on, but he’s not with us anymore, I’m afraid. Poor fellow took a fall.” Another gurgled laugh. “But his name was Makarov. When you talk to Kate, tell her the mission’s complete.”

“You can tell her yourself. You’re going to be fine. Just keep talking to me.”

You buzzed through lines of code, searching for the one you needed.

“How’s the poppet? Is she being a good girl?”

“She’s sleeping. She’s okay. Misses you. Can’t wait to see you.”

Got it! You broke through the encryption and pinned his location using satellite GPS.

“It’s not looking good, love.”

“Do you believe in fate, John?” You asked, as you used your laptop’s connection to call Kate.

There was a reason you’d met each other. You were certain now that nothing had been by chance. You were meant to find him. You were meant to find each other.

“Ah, went pawing through my drawers, did you? Which ring did you pick?”

“I’ll show you when you get home,” you promised as the line finally connected. “Kate! I know where John is. You have to hurry.”

You sent her the coordinates to the exact centimeter. He was deep underground, in some kind of a bunker. Or an old mineshaft. To her credit, Kate didn’t argue or ask where you got your intel.

Two hours later, you were still on the phone with him. The light began to creep slowly through the curtains, bringing with it a brand new day. But his breath had slowed, and his words came thicker from his throat.

“Just a little longer, okay?” You didn’t let him sense your fear as you quietly willed your life into him, to keep him hanging on.

Where the fuck were they?

The line had gone too quiet when you heard the blast.

“John! John, what was that?” You prayed it was the team, and not a fresh wave of enemy combatants come to finish the job.

“In here!” John’s voice, with a renewed strength.

“Bravo-7 to Watcher. Eyes on Bravo-6. We’ve got him.” You heard Lieutenant Riley’s unmistakable accent breakthrough as he got closer to the phone. “Have med-evac waiting topside. He’s in rough shape.” He switched from his comms to John. “Can you walk, Cap?”

“Well, you aren’t fucking carrying me, Ghost. That’s for bloody sure.”

“Please don’t leave me.” The tears that you finally let fall were of release. Of relief. You didn’t know if he still held the phone, or if it lay forgotten on the ground as they carried him away.

“Careful what you wish for, darling.”

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Dom!Demon!Dad!Levi x Human!Mom!Reader. Demon Levi asks for a second child with his lovely wife and she agrees. NSFW @2moth-anon2

A need to breed.

Demon Levi x fem!reader

Royal AU, fluff, romance, dad Levi, married life, smut, breeding talk, different positions, pleasure dom Levi, dirty talk, multiple orgasms for both male and female, aftercare.

Levi loves being a husband and a father. While ruling over his land his main priority is the love of his life and sweet baby boy, but his need for a bigger family is growing. Levi has waited like you'd discussed and with Evan now being three, he is ready to act. With his rut now in full swing, he asks if he can skip his suppressants and make another baby with you. You make his dreams come true and say yes.

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As Levi watched you dance and sing to Evan, he deeply loved the two of you. Since meeting you, his world changed and now he was always smiling and happy. After a bit, the two of you sat together with Evan falling asleep in your arms. Now and then Levi would place a loving kiss on the top of your head.

"I love Evan so much." Levi sighed and tickled Evan's plump cheek. "Am I a good father?"

You nodded. "You're the best. You teach him, play with him, cuddle him, love him and care for him. You're amazing."

He smiled softly. "I love you both so much. I adore being a dad and a husband."

You gazed at him. "I love you too."

Levi whined a little. "So, I made a promise to you."

You giggled and kissed his neck. "That you'd wait?"

He nodded and played with his trousers. "C-Could we umm."

You tilted your head. "Go on..."

"I want another baby."

You smiled brightly. "I do too." You handed Evan to him. "Put your mini you to bed and I'll meet you in the bedroom."

He perked up. "Y-Yes." He hurried inside with Evan and took him to his bedroom. "Well, little man I have a comfy bed for you." He changed Evan and laid him down. "You're so precious to me. I love you."

Evan sleepily smiled. "Love you, Daddy."

Levi kissed his little forehead. "Sleep well."

After making sure his son was asleep, Levi made his way through the grand halls of the mansion until he reached the bedroom. Curiosity filled him as he wondered about what you had planned for him. With a deep breath and his rut starting to build up, he pushed the double doors open and closed them behind his back.

"Leviii."

A strong blush consumed Levi as he gazed at you in a long see-through dress that tied under your heaving breasts. The fabric parted to show off your belly and thighs that he adored biting and kissing. You were sat on your thighs, hair down and no makeup making you look so delicious to him.

He almost lost himself when you pressed your breasts together with your arms and purred at him. He felt spoiled. "Y-You...look...fuck..."

You giggled. "I bought special panties too." You shifted to sit on your bum with your legs together. You parted your legs open to show the panties were see-through as well and you were wet already for him. "Do you like them?"

Levi growled as his rut burned through him, his horns grew bigger, scales appeared on his body and his penis instantly became erect and bumpy. He was desperate to mate with you, now. "Love. Them."

You giggled and crawled towards him before sitting on your legs. "Was Evan a good boy?"

"He was." He walked closer as he pulled his clothes off. "Now call me a good boy."

You looked up at him. "What if I did call you that?"

"I will pounce on you. I will mate with you until I run out of cum." He growled at you. "I need to breed your pretty pussy. You're mine, all mine and I will get you pregnant."

You wrapped your arms around his neck and hummed as you teasingly played with his hair. "Good." You leaned closer and whispered against his ear. "Boy."

Levi growled as his wings spread from his back, his rut was in full force now. He lifted you up and slammed you against the bed causing you to let out a tasty squeak. He grabbed your thighs with large hands and pressed your legs against your body. He gazed at your wet clothed pussy and admired how wet you were because he could see every delicious part of you.

You wiggled a moment. "Levi, this is embarrassing."

He dragged his long pointed tongue over his lips. "Darling, you are delicious. Be proud of your body, I am."

Before you could speak he dove for you. You cried out in pleasure as he sucked and licked you through your panties. Your toes squeezed tightly as your legs shuddered. You gripped the sheets above your head as you felt yourself drooling. You gazed down at Levi to see his pupils were blown and he was deeply in happiness.

You panted a bit. "Le-Levi."

He dragged his tongue up you, bit your underwear and tore them off. He smirked at you as he dropped your panties. "A meal fit for a demon King."

You flushed red. "Mm, yours."

He dragged his tongue all the way up and parted you. "You taste divine." He purred. "Fertile." He tilted his head. "Look at you."

You reached down and put your hands over yourself. "D-Don't look s-so much."

He nipped your fingers making you squeak. "Darling love, I have explored you countless times and I adore all of you. Your pussy is so pretty and pink." He kissed your clit. "Don't get me started on your plump clit."

You cupped Levi's face. "You tease me too much."

He smirked at you. "Because you're cute when I do." He flicked your clit with the tip of his tongue. "You're so reactive to me."

You bit your knuckle. "I th-thought you w-wanted to br-breed me."

He dragged his tongue up your clit. "In time. First, I must taste the delicious nectar my wife has made for me. Besides, I have to prepare you for me." He chuckled. "I'm a bit bigger when I'm in this form." He sucked on your clit. "I'm going to put my fingers in you now, okay?"

You nodded shyly. "Yes."

Levi pressed two fingers into you and massaged your walls. "You're so reactive to me." He rubbed your wall a bit more. "So hot and wet for me." He sucked on your clit a little as his tongue moved against you. "You love it when I touch you here, don't you?"

You covered your face with your arms. "Mm."

He chuckled. "So cute and shy even after all these years." He pressed his lips against your clit and began sucking again. "So perfect." He hummed. "So sweet and plump." He rolled his tongue against you. "All mine."

You gripped his horns and tugged hard. "A-Ah!"

"Gods, you are so fucking beautiful." He nipped you. "I just can't get enough of you. I always need more, so much more."

You panted as your eyes glazed over and drool escaped your mouth. "Ah, ah, ha."

He smirked. "You're pulling my fingers in like you need my touch."

You turned your head away. "Mm."

He chuckled. "So cute and all mine. Go ahead, cum for me."

You threw your head back as your legs shook. You cried out in delight as you felt your orgasm rip through you. "Le-Levi!"

He moved his fingers slowly as you rode out your bliss. "Good girl. Was that nice?"

You nodded. "Y-Yes."

He knelt on the bed and massaged your hips. "I bet you want something, don't you?"

You looked down a little teary-eyed. You clenched your fist near your mouth and nodded. "I-I do."

He pulled his erection out of his boxers and rested his thick throbbing member against you. "Tell me."

You eyed his cock and admired the curve it had, how thick it was, how precum was dripping from him and how he had pleasurable bumps running down it. You reached down and ran your hand over him. A shudder went through you as you felt excited at being stretched by him.

Levi hissed through his teeth. "You did that on purpose to tease me."

You ran both of your hands over him. "Mm, no. I'm a good girl." You sat up as your dress slipped down your shoulder. "I just love touching you." You tucked your hair behind your ear as you lightly touched his engorged tip. "Your cock is so perfect for me."

"Well, darling, I was made for you."

You looked up at him. "Can I taste you?" You fluttered your lashes at him. "You made me feel good, so I want to make you feel good."

He caressed your cheek. "Such a sweet and cute wife." He wrapped his arms around your lower back and yanked you against him. "I love you so much."

"A-ah. I love you too."

He nuzzled the crook of your neck. "Give me a moment. You've flustered me."

You hummed a laugh and petted his head. "Such an adorable husband I have."

"I'm not adorable." He pulled back a big bit and roughly grabbed your breasts. "I'm a beast."

You moaned as he massaged them. "Levi."

"You like it when I grope your big breasts, huh?" He dragged his hand to your peaks and pinched your nipple. "You like it when I pinch your sensitive nipples?"

You shivered as your back arched. "A-Ah!"

He dragged you closer so his cock lined up against your wet vagina. "Let me rub against you."

Your eyes rolled back into your head as he leaned down and began biting and sucking at your chest. Instinct took over causing you to rock your hips against Levi. You mewled as his thick member rubbed your clit. You gripped his horns and tugged at him.

Levi flicked his tongue against your nipple. "Look at you." He chuckled. "Rubbing yourself against me like such a good girl. Do you need me that much?"

You pouted at him. "Of course. You're in a rut and we want a baby."

He nipped your breast. "You're right. I want to breed your pretty pussy. I want to drown your womb with my seed."

You grabbed his chin and lifted his head. "Th-then admit th-that you're ju-just as needy."

His cheeks burned pink. "Oh, darling, you know I'm incredibly needy for you." He dragged his tongue up between your breasts. "I can't go a second without you." He crashed his lips against yours. "You're mine. I need you every second of every day."

Your eyes sparkled in delight. "You think of me that much?"

He nodded before pouting. "Do you? Do you think of me?"

You cupped his face. "Levi Ackerman, you are always on my mind. I can never stop thinking about you."

He smiled in your hands causing his plump cheeks to pudge. "I'm glad."

You tapped your forehead against his. "I love you."

"I love you so much." He kissed you and moaned in delight. "I need to be inside you." He panted a bit. "Please, mate."

You knelt up and parted your dress. "How do you want me?" You tilted your head. "Do you want me to ride you? Or would you prefer me to be pressed against the bed?"

He gripped your hips as he shifted onto his legs. "Let's be like this for a moment, pressed together as I stretch you and fill your perfect hole with me."

You massaged your fingers in his hair. "Help me take you."

He smiled up at you, he knew very well you could take his cock but you were asking for help so you could share a sweet moment. "Of course." He ran his tip up and down before guiding you to him. "I'll always help my adorable wife."

You pressed his tip in and wiggled a little. "S-so good." You shifted a bit but slipped and slammed all of Levi's thick cock into you. You threw your head back and cried out in euphoria as you felt an orgasm rip through you. "A-Ah!"

Levi grunted and held you. He called your name. "Are you okay?"

You shivered. "Y-yes."

He rubbed your tears away. "Did that hurt?"

You shook your head. "N-No, it was g-good."

He moved a bit then his eyes widened. "Fuck." He looked down at where the two of you were connected. "You're soaking."

You covered your face with your hands. "Leviii."

He chuckled. "So cute. This is why we make the sweetest babies." He kissed and sucked on your neck. "If I could, I would have you every minute of every day."

You clenched your walls around him with need. "Me too."

He dragged his tongue up your neck. "I can tell. You're clenching me so tightly. Does my wife desperately need her husband's cock?"

You whined a little. "Levi."

He chuckled as he began pumping up into you. "Tell me how much you need it."

You gripped his shoulders and mewled. "I n-need it."

He spanked your bum with both hands and gripped hard. "How much?"

You shivered. "I...I...I..."

He slammed himself up into you over and over. He smiled as you threw your head back and almost screamed in pleasure as he pounded himself in and out of you. "How much."

"M-More than a-anything."

"Good girl."

He crashed his lips against yours and kissed you with all the passion and love in his heart. His tongue was hot and sweet in your mouth, it made your head dizzy with pleasure. Every inch of you was overflowing with delight that you could barely process a thing or put a thought together. You just let Levi flow his love into you.

Levi tugged you closer and made sure your clit rubbed against him. He smiled against your lips when you squeezed him so tightly, you were just dragging him back into you every time he pumped his cock deep inside. He adored how you dragged your nails over his back and tugged on his hair.

You threw your head back, arched your back and moaned out to the room as you felt the delicious snap of pleasure. "Levi!"

Levi moved deeply, but he couldn't hold back. He slammed you down onto him and moaned your name as he poured his seed into you. "Take it, my lovely wife." He grunted. "Take all of it deep into your womb."

You purred in delight. "All mine." You tapped your forehead against his. "Hot."

He chuckled. "My demon seed always is."

You cupped his face. "Do you have more for me? You're still hard."

He lifted you up and slammed you against the bed making you giggle. "Always do." He shoved your legs against you and sighed. "Oh, darling you always look so delicious in a mating press and full of cum."

You wiggled under him. "Don't tease me, just take me."

He gripped your legs tightly and started pumping bucking into you as hard and as fast as you could take. He panted and growled in delight as he admired how your breasts bounced from his actions. He flicked his gaze to your face and adored how cute you looked. Levi loved you more than anything in this world.

Levi purred your name. "Touch yourself."

You reached down between your bodies and moved your fingers against your swollen clit. Your toes clenched up as you began whimpering in delight. You turned your head away, feeling too flustered to look at your husband. You had a lot of sex in different positions and places with your man, but you still sometimes got a little flustered.

Levi called your name. "Look at me."

You whined. "Le-Levi."

"Come on, let me see your beautiful face."

You turned your head and felt your heart flutter, he was giving you a loving gaze and not a teasing one. "Levi."

He crashed his lips against yours and hummed in happiness. "I love you."

You smiled. "I love you too."

"You going to cum for me?"

You nodded as you panted a bit. "Y-yes. A-Are you?"

He grunted. "I am. I have more to give you."

You gasped as you felt the pop of bliss and then the body-shaking euphoria rush through every inch of you. You cried out and shifted under your husband. "Mm!"

Levi kissed you roughly as he pressed down into you as far as he could go, his tip pressing against your cervix as he came hard. "Ah! Ha, ha, ngh, mm. Darling."

You shivered as you felt the warmth fill you. "S-So warm. S-So much."

Levi released your legs and kissed you. "Can you keep going?"

You whimpered. "Sensitive. J-Just a bit more."

He dragged himself out of you and rolled you onto your tummy. "Lift your hips like a good girl." He smiled as you weakly lifted your hips. "There we go. Now I can get nice and deep." He held your hips and eyed his cum leaking out of you. "Let's put that back in you." He ran his tip up your wet lips and gathered everything he could before pressing back into you. "Fuck, I love being inside you. You're so hot and welcoming."

You wiggled your bum. "I love you being in me."

He kissed your back. "I love you."

"I love you too." You mewled as he softly rocked in and out of you. "Levi."

"Forgive me darling, but I might cum faster than before because you're sensitive."

You reached for him. "It's okay. Hold my hand?"

He tangled his fingers with yours, pressed himself against you and bucked. "I'll always hold your hand. I'll hold you close and love every inch of you." He nipped your ear. "You're mine for eternity."

You drooled against the bed as you felt pleasure consume you, you were so sensitive to his touch and body. No matter how much he ravaged you over the years you still couldn't keep up with your demon husband. The stamina Levi had was like nothing you'd ever experienced before. He was incredible.

"You are so perfect." He kissed your shoulders. "So sweet, so beautiful and so sexy." He bit your shoulder a little hard. "You're mine."

Your eyes rolled back into your head. "Ah, mm. I love you."

"I love you so much." He called your name against your ear. "Your pussy is taking me so well. You're pulling me in deep like you need me to cum inside you."

You whined and felt flustered. "Y-Yes. I n-need it."

"Your body is just opening up to me."

You raised your hips. "I need you to fill me."

He kissed you. "I will. I'll give you everything. I'll fill your womb again. Accept it all. Make our cute baby."

You shivered. "Y-yes. B-breed me."

He growled and rocked faster. "Yes, my darling, I'll breed your perfect pussy."

You tapped your forehead against the bed and moaned as you felt consumed by the pleasure he was giving you. "Ah! Ha! Mm! I'm gonna-." You collapsed against the bed as your body shook with bliss from your orgasm ripping through you.

Levi grunted as you massaged him. "G-Good girl." He shifted. "Lift your hips for me so I can get in deep."

You weakly lifted your hips. "Mm."

Levi pressed himself down into you and felt his tip kiss your cervix before he poured a big thick cum load into you. "F-Fuck." He hugged you tightly as he gave you everything he could until there was nothing left. "Mm."

You closed your eyes and enjoyed the hot feeling of Levi's hot cum inside you, along with his still erect member. "Mm."

Levi smiled against your back. "That's what I said." He kissed your cheek. "Are you alright my love?"

You nodded weakly. "Yes. Sleepy and weak." You yawned a bit. "How are you, my handsome man?"

"I'm well and madly in love."

You hummed a laugh. "Me too. How are you still hard?"

He gave you a little squeeze. "You know what I'm like."

"True."

He dragged himself out of you and helped you roll onto your back. "Let's get you into a warm bath."

You yawned again. "Sounds nice."

He scooped you up and carried you into the grand bathroom where the pool bath was always filled with warm relaxing water. He walked down into the pool and held you close as he sat down. He massaged your joints as you hummed in happiness.

Levi kissed your forehead. "Is this okay?"

You nodded. "Perfect."

He smiled at you. "I'm sorry if I was a little rough."

"You were wonderful." You cupped his face and kissed him. "Please don't worry."

He nuzzled his face against you. "I just love you so much."

"I love you too."

He slipped you off his lap and left you a moment. "I'll be right back."

You leaned on the side of the bath and smiled as you watched your wet and naked husband walk away. "I miss him."

Levi returned to you with bottoms on. "I'm back." He lifted a tray I bring food and drink for my hungry and tried adorable wife." He sat down and gave you a drink. "Drink up."

You downed a lot of your drink. "Thank you."

Levi lay on his stomach and fed you snacks. "Eat up."

You leaned up and kissed Levi. "I don't know what it is, but I'm horny again."

Levi smiled at you. "You know very well what it is. When I'm in a rut I emit a pheromone that arouses you, plus my cum also does the same." He caressed your cheek. "You need to rest a bit more before I fuck you senseless again."

You giggled. "I'm counting down the seconds." You kissed him and hummed in happiness. "You're wonderful."

"So are you."

You fed Levi food and helped him drink. "Are you okay? Do you need anything else?"

Levi dragged you out of the pool and hugged you close. "You're so cute. You always care about others more than yourself."

You hugged Levi tightly. "I just adore you so much." You let out a long sigh. "You know, I don't think it'll take very long before I'll be pregnant."

Levi chuckled. "I'll make sure of it."

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deus-sema · 5 months

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My two cents on Shogun finale with spoilers:

I think the way this finale was handled can be used as a fine example of how to subvert expectations in the *right* manner. This is not the kind of ending that would make us go WTF after momentary shock value only to disappoint us terribly but an ending which might not be what I - as a show only fan had predicted - but one which makes sense in the longer run like all the pieces of a puzzle falling into place to make a beautiful picture.

The actual event of the battle matters not as much as the actions of the people involved who contributed to its occurrence and affected its results. The wheels of fate are already in motion. We know that, come what may, Toranaga shall prevail. But that is a tale for another day. The one which we have been following until now was about Toranaga fighting against all odds and carefully setting the stage in order to achieve his dream, about Blackthorne who started his journey as an outsider in a foreign and hostile land with less than noble intentions finding a home in that place and about Mariko who patiently strived to fulfill her destined purpose and add meaning to her existence. And so she did. For even after her death, her presence was imbued in almost every scene leaving an everlasting impact on them.

The misleading opening of the episode with an aged Blackthorne who seemed to be back in England reminiscing about his days at Osaka clinging onto Mariko's crucifix was done in a clever manner. I was momentarily led to believe that Blackthorne might get to sail home afterall and I failed to understand why they would do that. But the lines between what was a fleeting dream and reality became abundantly clear when I witnessed Blackthorne letting go of Mariko's crucifix into the oceans. Mariko had become one with her homeland and by living there forever, Blackthorne had become one with her.

The writing of Shogun also shows us how one can make significant changes to certain characters and their relationships that differ from the source material and handle them wisely while adapting a story which is linked to the actions of its key players. Mariko's friendship with Ochiba and Ochiba's regard for her paid off because her death led Ochiba to withdraw her support for Ishido, even if she wasn't going to ally with Toranaga. This particular change from the books affected the plot and in a meaningful way. It's an achievement which certain other adaptations that introduce drastic changes without any regard for the overarching plot cannot boast of.

As a MariThorne shipper, I was left satisfied albeit in a bittersweet sense because while John had lost Mariko, his love for her still persisted. It was heartbreaking but this is a tragedy well done. One that I would remember forever. The last scene was oddly satisfying because, even if he doesn't know it yet, Blackthorne is exactly where he belongs now.

The acting was stellar as usual. Cosmo Jarvis and Tadanobu Asano deserve a special mention for this episode while Hiroyuki Sanada never disappoints. I'm grateful to the entire team of Shogun for delivering a show that I enjoyed wholeheartedly until the very end. And off I go to read the book next.

#shogun fx #shogun #yoshii toranaga #toda mariko #john blackthorne #anna sawai #hiroyuki sanada #cosmo jarvis #shogun ep 10

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krazyyyyyy · 3 months

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Sweet Promises Hyugo/Reader

Synopsis: A vow between two childhood friends to make their friendship last forever...

Words: 1346

Notes: I apologize in advance if my uploading schedule has become a bit funky lately, writer's block is hitting extremely hard right now and with all my WIPS, it couldn't be any more tiring.

But I hope you enjoy this in the meantime <3

Hugging your knees to your chest, you stare in awe at the graceful flight of a bumblebee as it lands on the delicate petal of one of the many sunflowers that were planted in your family's garden. You continued to watch as the little bee crawled toward the center of the flower and started to drink the nectar.

You wish you could be a bee…

To fly around and drink the sweetness of nectar all day with not a worry on their small minds. They didn't have to deal with endless lectures that came from their parents; no worries about table manners or how properly dressed they were at gatherings… it all seemed like a dream to you.

Once the bee had its fill of nectar, it buzzed happily before taking off to another part of the garden, leaving you all alone.

Even with the bee gone, you stare at the sunflower with thoughts running through your head. How did the nectar taste? If the bee enjoyed it so much, maybe you could too–but you might get in trouble if your father caught you doing such an unladylike act… on the other hand, he was busy at the moment. And what he didn’t know wouldn’t kill him.

Slowly, you reach your small pointer finger toward the center of the sunflower. Maybe there would be some leftover nectar from where the bee drank, but then again, you weren’t exactly a bee and had no idea how the whole nectar thing worked.

Just when your finger is about to make contact with the seeds of the flower, the sudden patter of small feet in the grass behind you, along with a voice shouting your name, stops you in your tracks.

“Y/N! There you are!”

Before you could even turn around, a pair of arms wrap around your neck and bring you into a tight hug from behind. They rested their face against the side of their head, giving you a glimpse of their distinctive cyan hair, which you recognized instantly.

“Hyugo? What are you doing here?” You question, turning your head slightly to look at the little boy behind you.

Never letting go of his hold of you, he speaks happily, “Dad said he had some business stuff with Mr. L/N so he said we could go play outside with you!” He finally lets go of you to cross his arms in a pouting manner, “I tried to make Geo come out, but he’s too busy being a grump right now. Something about it being too hot outside for him.”

You giggle at that, “Since when is he ever not a grump?”

Hyugo laughs with you, “True…but sometimes he’s a little less grumpy when you're around.” The little boy teases you with a devious smile imprinted painted on his face.

“Shut up! He is not”

“Is too!”

It was now your turn to cross your arms and pout, all while glaring daggers at the boy you supposedly called your best friend. He smiled innocently under your intense glare. And instead of forging some kind of apology, he takes your hand in his to try to tug you toward a different part of your backyard.

“Come on, I have something to show you!” The boy tugs endlessly on your clasped hands, but your feet stay rooted in place, still showing signs of annoyance from his recent comment.

“Why can’t you just show me here?” You raise an eyebrow at the young boy as he still determinedly tugs on your hand in an attempt to bring you along with him. If there was anything you knew about Hyugo, it is that he never gave up, an admirable trait…but also an annoying one at the same time.

“Because it’s super special! Now, can we go? Pleaseeeeee?” He pleads with you with puppy dog eyes that you know better than to try to resist.

“Fineeee” You groan, finally giving in to the boy’s pleas. The little cyan-hair boy lets out a cheer of victory before giddily leading you hand in hand toward his desired spot.

He led you to a secluded part of your backyard, where a giant, overgrown oak tree stood towering over the two children. You were confused as to what Hyugo was trying to show you; considering you two would visit this tree anytime Hyugo’s family would come to visit, both of you spending hours on hours climbing the large tree to see if either of you could reach the top–a challenge that remains to be accomplished.

Staring up at the tree you begin to speak “Ok, so what was it you wan–”

“Wait! First, you have to close your eyes!” Hyugo abruptly cuts you off.

“Why?”

“Just do it!”

You groan, closing your eyes, shrouding the world around you in complete darkness.

“Okay! Now no peeking!”

“I won’t!”

For the next few minutes, you stand in your spot with your eyes covered, doing your best to ignore every urge that tells you to peek. And just when curiosity was about to get the best of you, you hear Hyugo call out.

“Okay, you can open your eyes now. But turn around slowly!” The boy can barely contain his excitement.

Following what your friend says, open your eyes before slowly turning your body to face where Hyugo would be.

The sight in front of you leaves you more confused than you were just moments ago.

In front of you, Hyugo was down on one knee with a watermelon-flavored ring pop extended out to you.

“Marry me Y/N!” The little boy shouted, his cheeks a small tint of red.

“What?” You were beyond confused, at the young age of seven you barely understood the concept of multiplication nonetheless marriage.

“I saw it in a movie yesterday! It said when you want to spend the rest of your life with someone, you give them a ring and ask them to marry you,” His smile widened as he gestured to the ring pop he held in his hand, “This way we can be friends forever!”

Least that made two children who knew zero to nothing about the concept of marriage…

You looked at the candied ring in his hand. “Really?” You question in disbelief. You had never heard of such a thing before, a way that you and Hyugo could remain friends forever…it sounded almost too good to be true.

“Yeah!” Hyugo cheers.

“Then yes! I will marry you!” You exclaim, “Let's be friends forever!”

“Friends forever!”

With that, Hyugo stands up from his kneeling positioning to excitedly gift you the green ring pop. You knew the ring was made of candy, yet you couldn’t find it in yourself to take even a lick of the precious confectionery as you gently slide the ring onto your middle finger.

Hyugo suddenly springs up in realization, “Oh! I also have another one for myself!” He digs into the pocket of his cargo pants, pulling out a wrapped ring pop. Quickly, unwrapping the small treat, he presents the shining blue ring pop to you. “See? It’s blue raspberry, mom said it looked just like my hair!”.

You marvel at the blue ring pop, “It does!” You both fall into laughter together at the silly comparison.

Hyugo then slides his own candy ring onto his middle finger, but not before giving it a few small licks, savoring its strong artificial flavor. His gaze then lingers toward the top of the oak tree; his devious smirk returns as his eyes shift back to you.

“Last one to the top is a rotten egg!” He shouts to you, running toward the base of the oak tree.

It takes you a few moments to fully register what he says, but when you do you're quick to chase after your friend, who was already partially up the base of the tree. “Come on Hyugo! That’s not fair!”

Neither one of you made up the top of that tree that day.

But you both made a core memory that would stay with you for the rest of your lives…

#tkatb hyugo #tkatb #tkatb vn #katb vn #hyugo sugimoto #the kid at the back #tkatb x reader #hyugo x reader #the kid at the back hyugo

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If I Can’t Have You, No One Can - Part One

Matt Sturniolo x Fem Reader

Summary: Matt can’t seem to stand the fact that he can’t have you to himself. He knows it’s wrong to want you. After all, you’ve been dating his best friend for the past few months. But he never claimed to be a good guy. And he’s more than willing to show you just what you’ve been missing.

Content warnings (not in every chapter): smut, oral, fingering, raw sex, cheating, unhealthy relationship, obsession, spanking, use of alcohol

word count: 3,887

written in first person pov

Spring 2023

I never liked L.A. I mean, don’t get me wrong, it’s a nice city. Besides the cost of living being outrageously expensive, the weather was almost always nice and there were a lot of fun things to do. It’s the people that are insufferable. The increasingly large number of influencers and rude celebrities make me want to move away to a small town where nobody knows me, somewhere with a lot of nature and miles of land between you and your neighbor.

I grew up in Pasadena, moving closer to the city after my parents divorced and my mom switched me to a different high school. After I graduated, I got a job in merchandising downtown working for a clothing brand. It was always my dream to work in fashion and I was lucky to be in a spot I wanted.

Working in the fashion industry and living in L.A., I was bound to end up in the circle of today’s social media stars and to be quite honest, there were only a handful of people I actually liked. One of my coworkers, Jackson, became my best friend and he was very outgoing, always dragging me along to influencer parties and events. He had a lot of connections which were good for work but as far as I was concerned, I tried my best not to get involved with anyone on a personal level.

But life has a funny way of throwing you for a loop. Jackson introduced me to Mark who was also in the same line of work we were in. We instantly clicked, the conversation flowing easily. He was attractive, funny and nice. It didn’t take long before we became exclusive and our friends were over the moon, saying how good of a couple we made.

A few months had passed, and I was content. But there was something missing. He was a good boyfriend and treated me well, but I just didn’t feel… passion. I didn’t feel those fireworks. That heart racing, mind bending, butterfly inducing feelings that were portrayed in every romance movie or book you’ve seen or read.

The only person who ever made me feel like that was Matthew Sturniolo.

Matt and his brothers Chris and Nick happened to be really good friends with Mark, and I was introduced to them once me and him started dating. I found them charming, hilarious and some of the nicest influencers I had met so far. Me, Jackson, and Nick became inseparable, hanging out almost every weekend.

Mine and Matt’s friendship started out innocent. He was a little shy at first, but it didn’t take long for him to open up around me and we found that we had many things in common.

Maybe more than I have with Mark.

The more time I spent around him, the more I liked him. And it was rarely ever one on one interactions. Most of the time, we all hung out in a group setting but I found myself looking to him when something was funny or observing his reaction when we were watching a movie, and hanging on to every word he said when he joined in on conversations.

As much as I tried to deny the fact that I had developed a huge crush, I couldn’t help that my mind was constantly filled with thoughts of him.

Thoughts of his smile, his laugh, his eyes. The way he looked in the mirror when he fixed his hair, the way his pinky lifted from the cup whenever he took a sip of his drink. I found myself wandering how well his lips would fit against mine. How his hands would feel on my body, the sound of his voice panting in my ear if he was on top of me-

It was sinful. I felt horrible and disgusting and I’m sure there was a special place in hell reserved for me.

So, I tried to back off as much as I could. Whenever Mark went to the triplet’s house to hang out like we did almost every week, I made some excuse that I didn’t feel good, or I just wanted some alone time. He was a little concerned at first but then stopped questioning it after a while which I was thankful for.

Matt and Nick constantly blew up my phone, asking why I suddenly stopped coming over and I kept my responses as dry as possible. Even Chris called me a couple times, but I ignored it. I felt bad but I knew it was for the best.

I wanted to respect Mark because even though it pained me to finally admit to myself that I wasn’t in love with him, I did care for him, and I didn’t want to break up. We had only been dating for a few months so obviously we weren’t that serious yet to consider moving in together or even discuss marriage but that didn’t mean that he deserved for his girlfriend to lust over his best friend.

And then one night, when they were all at Top Golf, Jackson called me. I knew I would never hear the end of it if I ignored his call, so reluctantly, I picked up.

“Y/N! Get your bum ass over here, I’m sick of you avoiding us. You’ve had enough alone time. You need to come back to reality.” He scolded.

“Jackson, I’m not avoiding anyone.”

“You sure about that? Cause I could argue there is a certain someone-“

“Jackson.”

“Y/N. I’m serious. I miss you, everyone misses you.”

“I miss you guys too…”

“Okay, so why can’t you come out?”

“It’s… complicated.” I sighed in frustration, unsure how much longer I could keep dodging the situation without explaining it properly. I had a feeling Jackson knew why. He was my best friend, and best friends always knew.

“Complicated how?” He pressed.

There were a few seconds of silence as I tried to find the right words to say, but I just couldn’t come up with anymore good excuses and I knew I was fucked.

“Well, I’m not hearing any good explanation, so if you’re not at the triplet’s house by the time we get there, I’m literally coming over there and dragging you out of the house myself.”

Click.

Yeah, I was fucked.

I walked up the driveway to the entrance of the house, my heart racing and legs feeling like Jello. I really needed to get my shit together. I hadn’t seen Matt in a while, and I found myself extremely nervous as I entered the front door. I walked up the stairs, seeing everyone at the kitchen table. Everyone except Mark and Matt.

I smiled, setting my purse and keys on the table and greeted everyone.

“Mark said he had to finish up some work at the office. Something about a deadline that was coming up soon.” Jackson said, noticing the curious expression on my face.

“Okay…” I replied. That was weird, he’s usually good at communicating with me and I had assumed he had come back with everyone after Top Golf.

Jackson just shrugged, taking another bite of his chicken finger. Once I saw the familiar styrofoam box with red lettering, my jaw dropped and I put a hand over my heart, acting like I was just utterly betrayed.

“Wow, you guys got Cane’s without me?” I asked.

Chris rolled his eyes while Nick gave me a dirty look. “Excuse me, you haven’t been here in fucking 6 months.” He spoke.

“Don’t be dramatic, Nick. It’s been 3 weeks.” I replied.

“I’ll save you my last piece of toast if you promise to stay and watch a movie tonight?” Nick said, giving me puppy dog eyes.

My heart dropped and I gave him a soft smile. “Maybe.” I replied.

“Don’t get your hopes up, it took some threatening just to get her over here.” Jackson added, glaring at me.

“Whatever, you’ll only be breaking Matt’s heart if you don’t stay.” Chris said, looking at me with an expression I couldn’t read.

“What do you mean?” I asked. Did it really matter to Matt that much whether I was here or not?

Chris started to speak but then Nick stomped on his foot which caused him to hunch over in pain. “What the fuck dude?” Chris said, rubbing his hurt foot. I raised an eyebrow and looked over at Jackson. What the hell is wrong with them?

He simply shrugged again, a small smirk on his face and went back to eating. His nonchalant attitude was starting to bother me. I was definitely having a talk with him later.

“What he means is… Matt misses you. He said you’ve been ignoring his calls. And don’t get me started on that. You have a lot of making up to do.” Nick said, referring to the fact I’ve been ignoring everyone’s calls.

“I know, I’m sorry… Where is Matt anyways?” I asked, looking around.

“He’s in his room if you wanna go talk to him.” Nick replies, and I get nervous again, butterflies starting to form in my stomach.

I nod and walk away, towards Matt’s room.

I had only been in his room a few times and it was usually with Nick or Jackson, never just me and him. It wasn’t even a big deal but for some reason, the thought of being alone in his room with him scared me.

I knocked on his door softly, waiting for his response. After a few moments of silence, I knocked again, calling his name quietly. “Matt?”

He still didn’t answer. I was about to give up when I heard him respond, “Come in.”

I slowly cracked the door and could see it was dark in his room, the only light coming from the TV. I walked in and saw that he was in his bed, submerged under his comforter, only his head peeking out. His hair was a mess, and his eyes were barely open.

“Oh shit, I didn’t mean to wake you up.” I said and started to move back towards the door.

“No no, its okay. I needed to get up anyway.” He rasped, sleep still thick in his voice.

He sat up slightly, moving the blanket down and I tried not to stare because he didn’t have a shirt on, and I was getting a full view of the tattoos on his arm. Even though he had just woken up, he still looked so handsome.

He pats the spot on the bed next to him, inviting me to sit down. My heart is still beating faster than usual as I sit on the edge of his bed, making sure there was more than enough space between us.

“All that golfing got you tired?” I ask teasingly, smiling at him. He laughs, a sound that I hadn’t realized I had missed so much.

“To be honest, I’ve been tired all the time lately.” He responds, running a hand through his hair.

“Me too.” I say, looking down to my lap. This small talk was killing me.

“Is that why you’ve been declining my calls? You sleeping too much?” He gets straight to the point, and I can feel his eyes on me.

I laugh nervously, unsure how to tell him the real reason I’ve been avoiding him.

“I’ve just been really busy with work. You know how that goes.” I say, hoping he won’t question me further.

He hums and nods his head, as I finally make eye contact with him. “I don’t really believe you… But that’s fine. I just hope it’s not because I’ve done something wrong.”

“No, of course not. It’s not that you’re doing anything wrong…” I reply, stopping before I say anything I regret. You’re just consuming my every thought and desire.

“So, it is something I’m doing then?” he asks, wanting me to clarify.

My words seem to get stuck in my throat as I look at him, unsure how to even answer that. His eyes are burning into mine, making my heart race faster.

“No.” I simply reply, and he raises his brows at my dry response.

“Yes.” I blurt, and his face is now plastered with confusion and hint of amusement as I get flustered, pinching my nose and closing my eyes in frustration.

“Yes?” He asks.

“No- fuck, I meant-“ I start and Matt interrupts me, a shit eating grin on his face.

“Yes or no, Y/N?” He says, now enjoying the fact I was making a fool of myself.

“No, Matt. It has nothing to do with you, okay?” I say, getting up from his bed. Lies.

“Now can we go watch a movie before Nick starts throwing a fit?”

✿

A couple hours and three bags of popcorn later, we were all sat on the couch as the credits of Edward Scissorhands roll on the screen. I checked my phone and to my surprise, Mark still hasn’t texted or called. I’m sure he’ll just call me in the morning.

Jackson yawns and stretches his arms out in his seat next to me, announcing it’s time for him to go home. “We’ll talk later, yeah?” He says to me, and I nod as he gives his goodbyes to Matt and Nick. Chris passed out halfway through the movie until me and Nick started spraying whipped cream smiley faces on his forehead, annoying him enough to make him storm off to his room.

Once Jackson is gone, Nick scoots next to me and throws his arm on the back of the couch behind me, giving me a suggestive look.

“Sooo… are you gonna spill the tea? What’s up with you and Mark?” He asks, nudging my shoulder.

I furrow my brows in confusion as his question. “What do you mean?”

I can feel Matt staring at me from his spot across the other side of the couch.

“Well, Mark barely even mentioned you tonight and then he randomly left saying he had to finish up some stuff at work. And I’m guessing he didn’t even tell you because you keep checking your phone like you’re waiting for his call.” Nick says.

“Wow, you’re incredibly observant.” I respond and I hear Matt chuckle.

“I know. Also, that would explain why you’ve been MIA the past few weeks. Are you guys gonna break up or something?” He asks.

I shake my head. “No, it’s not that.”

He raises his eyebrows, waiting for me to elaborate.

“But something is going on with you two?” Nick questions.

I hesitate and look at Matt, an unreadable expression on his face. He’s leaning back on the couch with his arms crossed, his legs spread slightly in his sweatpants. “Please stop beating around the bush, Y/N. We just want to make sure you’re okay.” He speaks.

I sigh, throwing my head back and tucking my hair behind my ears. “Okay. Look, we’re not breaking up. But I’ve just felt different recently… like… I don’t know, like I don’t feel the same way about him like when we first met. Maybe we rushed into things too quickly. He has been working a lot lately and I just feel… lonely.” Empty. Bored. Unsatisfied.

Nick hums in understanding, tilting his head. “See, that makes sense. You guys have zero chemistry. At least that’s what I’ve always thought. Right, Matt?” He says, looking to him.

“Zero.” He replies instantly. His eyes have not left me since we started this conversation, and it makes me want to melt into the couch.

Suddenly, Nick gets a face time call and jumps up. “Shit, I have to take this. But we’re not done with this conversation, okay?” He tells me and I smile at him as he walks off upstairs.

I look at Matt, who now stands up and walks over to me, sitting down and putting his arm on the back of the couch, the same spot Nick had it in just moments earlier.

The way they switched places so quickly had my head spinning and the closeness of him next to me made my heart skip a beat.

“You know, you can sleep here if you want. I’m sure Nick won’t mind if you stay in his room.” He said politely. I smile at him, shaking my head. “It’s okay. I prefer my bed much better, no offense.” I reply and he laughs. “I won’t tell Nick you said that.”

“I’m sorry I’ve been ignoring your calls Matt… I guess my head’s just been a mess.” I tell him, looking to my lap, playing with a loose string on the rip in my jeans.

“It’s cool. You can talk to me anytime you need to though, you know. About anything.” He says ducking his head to try and make eye contact again. I give in, looking at him and his soft expression tugs at my heart strings like I’m a lovesick puppet.

“Thank you.” I reply. “But I don’t know if you wanna get caught up in that. I’ve been a little… frustrated, to say the least.”

His arm flexes behind me, and I see his jaw clench, a curious look now in his eyes.

“Frustrated?” He says and I realize I might have implied something with that statement.

“Uh, I mean, stressed, you know? Like I have all these pent-up emotions.”

Shit. What the fuck was I saying?

Matt is silent, and the way he’s looking at me has my heart beating a million miles a minute, my palms feeling sweaty and my head spinning.

Finally, he says, “Like you need a release, right?” My eyes are still locked on his, floating in a never-ending pool of icy cold blue that makes me feel warm in the palpable tension now filling the room.

“Mhm.” I say, afraid to speak, because I might continue to say incredibly stupid things I’ll regret.

I feel his hand ghost over the back of my neck, which causes chills to run down my spine.

He tilts his head slightly, his eyes travelling down my face, pausing at my lips. “I could help you with that too. If you asked.” He said quietly, almost whispering and looks me in the eyes again, a playful fire burning there and a sly smirk on his lips.

Before I can even process what he said, the next second, Nick comes bounding down the stairs from his room and Matt removes his arm from behind me, clearing his throat.

I jumped up, causing a weird look from Nick. “I-I need to go home. I forgot I have some things to do.” I blurt, going to grab my purse and keys from the table.

He looks back and forth from me to Matt, one eyebrow raised in confusion. “Okay… I guess I’ll see you later?” He asks and I give him a hug before walking to the front door past Matt, avoiding eye contact with him. “For sure. Later!” I say, trying to rush out the door as fast as I can.

Once I open the door and step out, I hear Matt run to catch up and I turn around while he shuts the door behind him.

“Y/N. Wait.” He says.

“Yes?” I ask, my breath coming out in short puffs.

The cool air of spring is blowing, leaves falling from the trees and flowers starting to bloom in the grass.

Matt looks at me in the same way he has all night and I notice he’s hesitating, his mouth opening but no words coming out.

“What?” I say, wondering what he could’ve possibly followed me out of his house for.

“Tell me you don’t feel what I feel.”

“What?” I say again, sounding like a broken record.

He moves closer to me, his body now a few inches from mine and I see his chest rise and fall quickly, his next words coming out breathlessly.

“Tell me you don’t feel something between us. I need to know the real reason why you’ve been ignoring me.”

My heart is pounding at his boldness, and I clutch to the keys in my hand so hard my skin stings with pain. I was not ready to have this conversation and all I could do is freeze as he waits for my response.

“Y/N, tell me you feel nothing. That I’m just a friend to you and nothing more.” He says softly now, reaching his hand out to brush his fingers against my jaw with the lightest touch.

I want to tell him that yes, you’re just a friend and nothing more. That I don’t have any feelings for you and I don’t think about you every moment I wake up and every moment before I go to sleep. That I feel nothing.

But I just can’t. I can’t say or do anything but stare back at him, my eyes surely saying the complete opposite of what I’m thinking.

He closes the gap between us, now grabbing both sides of my face in his hands, brushing his lips against mine. “Tell me you don’t want me.” He breaths, and my knees feel weak as I clutch onto his shirt. “Matt…” Is all I can manage and I’m not doing a very good job of convincing him that I don’t.

He groans at the needy sound in my voice, and I can’t take the tension anymore as I press my lips to his, kissing him. He instantly kisses me back, his grip tightening on my jaw and I’m not even sure how I’m still standing.

He tilts his head, deepening the kiss, our mouths moving in sync and it’s electric. His lips are so soft but firm in the way he leads, and when his tongue glides against mine, I moan lightly from the feeling. His hands now slip to my waist, mine still on his chest.

The kiss is becoming heated as we pant against each other, his fingertips digging into my hips and pulling me even closer to him. I feel his heart racing, the world slipping away like nothing else matters.

He kissed me like he couldn’t breathe, and I was his oxygen.

I wanted more and more, unsure that I will ever stop before a little voice in my head tells me that this is wrong, wrong, wrong. But it feels so fucking good.

No. This is bad.

“No-“ I say, suddenly pushing him away from me, catching my breath.

I shake my head, backing away from him now. “This is bad.”

His cheeks are tinted pink, lips swollen and red, his hair a mess.

“Y/N.” He says, taking a step towards me.

“I can’t, I’m sorry. This shouldn’t have happened.” I responded, stepping further from him. “I have to go.” And I turn away, practically running to my car and slamming the door, taking off before I can change my mind.

As I drive home, the look on Matt’s face replays in my head, and I touch my lips, the feeling of his kiss still there.

I’ve never felt this strongly before, and as I drive further and further from him, I feel an invisible string tugging on me, willing me to turn around.

It’s a dangerous game to play, whatever we’ve started.

a/n: matts pov and disgusting smut in part two 😁

feedback and thoughts appreciated 💕

taglist:

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#Spotify #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo smut #sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #matt sturniolo smut

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athanasius-symposium-of-writings · 1 year

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I’m coming to you on HANDS AND KNEES HERE. My game got weird and wouldn’t allow my romance of Astarion from act 2 to 3, so post(redacted happenings to prevent spoilers) we’re just besties. Please help me see my romance dreams into fruition, maybe with him breaking up initially and then coming to his senses.

If you need me, I’ll be in hell. Also thank you.

omg chdhicdcihim lolol guys I love when this game breaks it so funny! My friend has a playthrough rn tht for some reason keeps doing the first night with astarion over and over again until they go to the underdark lolol man love this game

Edit: not my best work but i tried lol also there is an easter egg in here <3

Rated T

The heart wants what the heart wants, even dead ones.

He had plenty of lovers, a list he rather not revisit, but friends are few to none. Astarion felt content. You offered him your friendship, your shoulder for support, and your heart.

A heart he wishes was within him.

His heart should have been happy, you are a friend.

Yet, when he looks at you currently explaining how you are going to rip the wallpaper all over Cazador's walls. It is so gaudy and ugly, it's silly to mention but you are really mad about it.

Freedom, free to do whatever he likes. You suggested setting the place on fire but it's too part of Baldur’s Gate to just destroy it. Sadly. So Lady Incognita said why not change it.

"Blue? Maybe she might go with blue." Talking about Lady Incognita as she has free range around the manor.

Astarion's eyes are distracted, not that you notice, his eyes tracing the way your lips move or shape a smile.

"Astarion?"

"Hm?" His eyes move to yours, "Yes, blue."

You look worried, "Are you okay? We can stop talking about it." Fearing you offended him.

His hand takes yours, fingers interlacing with yours, his nibble fingers different from your own.

You don't mind the affection, you are equally affectionate, yet you wonder what is on his mind.

"'We.'" He says, "You always say 'we'."

"Of course!" Excited as you hold his hand, "We’ll travel the lands, cross the seas, and take to the skies upon the eternal wind—and it will be marvelous." Eye full of love and wanderlust, "It will." A promise you intend to keep.

Astarion laughs, "Must everything you say sound like a marriage proposal? Goodness knows how many times you will get me to say yes."

You fluster, you gap at him, then blink, "You… I didn't mean it like that!"

"Oh, so no marriage proposal? You wound me, and I thought we had something special."

"Of course, I would marry you! I— Wait."

The smile on his face is cocky like the cat who got the mouse (fucking Raphael and his rhythms).

"Yes, darling?"

"Please, if you are playing with me this isn't funny."

"Friends to lovers, it seems fitting for us." Astarion says so nonchalantly, "With all those pretty words you say I should have shouldn't have sent you free." But that feeling has a weight of regret.

You hear it, "You needed a friend."

"What I need is you. What I want is you, I want this."

#anon ask #baldur's gate 3 #reader insert #astarion #astarion x tav #astarion x you #astarion x mc #astarion x reader

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hurts2think · 1 month

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hook x Male Reader

the reader has water powers

🏴‍☠️Young!James Hook x Reader🏴‍☠️

Reader pronouns: He/him

Pairing: Young!James Hook x Masc! Reader

Plot: You're the son of Ariel and Eric, making you half merman! Well, kind of. You didn't exactly have a fish tail but you had some other cool abilities. And one night while you sat by the shore, your pirate classmate drops by and invites you to join his crew.

Word Count: 1.5k

Extra: Ariel isn't in Descendants at all I'm pretty sure so I think it doesn't really matter where she fits in the timeline, so reader can definitely be son of her. Anyway hope you enjoy! I'm slowly running out of requests so please request more!

Merlin Academy wasn't necessarily know for it's nearby beaches. But being who you were, you always went the extra mile to go to one far off from Merlin Academy. Far off from any town, or people in general. It was always just you.

Your parents were not exactly a 'normal' relationship, so you weren't exactly the most normal son. Your mother was a mermaid, and your father was human. So what did that make you? Nothing too special. It wasn't like you could exactly call yourself a merman, you didn't have a fish tail and weren't capable of transforming or anything like that. But you did inherent something that made you different.

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At the one beach you could ever find the seashore was filled with large and dark rocks. Heavy waves crashed against them, sending white foam everywhere that glistened in the rising moonlight. The sky turned darker as the streaks of orange and pink faded away from the remaining sunlight, being replaced with purple hues instead. The moonlight refleceted silver on the rippling waves and against the shiny sand. The sound of the waves was calming, echoing in your ears as you breathed in the beachy smell of your surroundings. The cool breeze softly hitting against your face as you smiled.

The first stars began to appear, twinkling above the world.

This was really where you felt most at home. The place you went when the real world became too much for you.

You loved Merlin Academy but you never felt like you could relate to anyone. Everyone had their own dreams and ambitions but you never knew what you wanted to do. What you did know was that the ocean called you. But you were always just out of reach. It was like you were meant to be out there but your legs kept you on the earth's ground.

But while you were enjoying the beauty of the ocean, it seemed someone else had come by. You didn't notice until they hopped over a jagged rock and landed on their feet next to you.

"And what do you think you're doing on my shore?"

You turn eyes widened in surprise at the sudden new person beside you until you recognized who it was. It was none other than James, better known as 'Captian Hook'.

Like anyone, you were not a fan of the VKs. They were always mean and full of themselves so you usually steered clear of them. But you didn't really know much of Hook. He was a pirate and he was from Neverland. That was pretty much it. You only ever saw him as another one of Uliana's henchmen so you never gave him too much of a thought.

"Your shore?" You repeat, furrowing your brows at his very bold claim to the beach.

"Mhm."

You so desperately wished he'd go away. You were very much enjoying your time alone and you had a feeling Hook of all people wasn't going to be the best company, "Right. I don't think you can own a shore."

"Course' I can. I'm a pirate. I own what I want." He smirks, resting his arm on your shoulder, causing you to suppress an eye roll.

You shrug his arm off of you, "You were a pirate in Neverland. I don't recall you sailing any of these seas." You say, crossing your arms over your chest.

"Well that's the great thing about being a pirate, darling. It doesn't matter where I am, if I want it, I take it." He stands proudly, running his fingers through his hair as he appreciates the view of your surroundings, "And I like this beach, so it's mine." He declares once again.

As appealing as it sounded to just be able to claim a beach or a sea as your own, you clearly weren't convinced, "I don't think that's how that works."

"Course' the little prince of the sea thinks that way," Hook replies, leaning his hip against one of the rocks.

"What?"

"Aren't you the kid of some mermaid queen? Half merman or something." He raised a brow.

You look away, "Technically. I wouldn't really call myself a merman though."

Hook laughed mockingly at your response, "Don't tell me you're the son of a mermaid and you came out as a borin human?" He laughed some more, eyeing you with a smirk.

You rolled your eyes, "No. I can do other things." You huff.

"Is that right, prince? Like what?" He asked, his stupid mocking grin never leaving his face.

Instead of saying anything, you stayed silent for a moment. And then you held a finger up and Hook's grin fell into a skeptical look. Well, more like confused as to what you were doing.

But then with one wave of your finger, the water from the waves that was puddled under your feet suddenly started to rise. Bubbles of water floated into the air and you decided to be a little bit of a show off and shape them into butterflies, making the mock butterflies flap their water wings.

A smile creeps onto your face as you see Hook's eyebrows rise in surprise, like it was the last thing he expected to see.

"So you got some kinda water magic?" He asked, observing the water butterflies and trying to poke at one with his hook, but his hook just passed straight through it.

"Yep." You confirmed, making the butterflies circle around as they danced through the moonlight, reflecting off of each other and mimicking a glowing effect.

You suddenly put your hand back down and the water collapsed from the air back to the floor. One of them splashing into Hook's face, making his entire face scrunch as it got soaked.

"Oops." You say, but it was pretty obvious that it wasn't an accident.

Hook did not seem amused by the water to his face. He used his hand to wipe the water off of his skin and push his now wet hair from sticking into his forehead. He then looked back at you, giving an unread about expression.

"Have you thought of ever being a pirate?" He suddenly asked.

You let out a dry laugh before realizing he was serious, "No. Of course not."

He then took a step closer to you, invading your personal space. "A pretty boy with powers like that might make a fine addition to my crew, yeah?" He smirked, gently poking the tip of his hook onto your chest and gently dragging it down to your stomach suggestively, making a shiver shoot up your spine.

"Are you serious?" You push his hook off of you, "No offense but I don't take it that you'd be a great captian." You say, smirking slightly at the jab.

He then draped an arm over your shoulder, he clearly had no sense of personal space which made your heart beat faster, "Well I s'pose there's only one way for you to find that out." He grinned, "You'd love it, ya know? Being out at sea all the time, doing whatever you want whenever you want, causing chaos. It's quite the charming life."

"As nice as it sounds to be out at sea all the time, I don't think I'd say causing chaos is charming." You raise a brow, not pulling away from him this time and just accepting his physical touch. Not that you hated the physical touch, it just felt a little intimidating at first. But something about Hook felt a little more harmless than he wanted to seem. Of course he wasn't totally harmless, you've seen just how dangerous he was. But he just wasn't as mean and awful as you took him for at first.

"You'll grow to like it."

You pause and think for a moment, "How about, if you can convince me by the end of the year, I'll join your crew for the summer and if I like it, I'll join for good." You propose.

"Deal. But you have to use your weird mermaid magic for the crew and how I tell you to." He adds on, holding his hand out for you to shake on it.

You think for a moment before taking his hand and shaking it.

After you two shook on it, he rugged on your hand before letting go, pulling you closer and grabbing you by the waist, "And maybe if you try hard enough you can get some extra benefits on my ship." He smirks.

"Gosh, you are such an awful flirt." You roll your eyes but couldn't hold back the smile from his flirtatious attitude.

"Whatever, you're just too embarrassed to admit you were charmed the moment you saw me." He said confident, letting go of you and dramatically flipping his fingers in his hair.

You laugh, using your magic to spalsh another small orb of water at him, effectively messing up his hair again.

His angry expression was worth it and for the rest of the night you two sat on the shore with back and forth bickering with the occasional flirtatious comment.

It was nice to be around someone who loved the sea as much as you did.

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blue-sadie · 10 months

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Would u do an update to bully as a brother where neteyam is much better to his siblings and the reader

A Caring Brother

Neteyam x Sibling Reader

Summary: neteyam has a lot to make up for and he'll do his best to make it work

Warning: platonic

3rd person pov

Neteyam had changed and everyone had noticed, you noticed, your parents and siblings even some village people had noticed the change he started becoming the brother you always wanted always dreamed of having.

Neteyam and yn walked through the woods silently following a bit behind their other siblings, Lo'ak and spider bickering sounded like dying crows their voices echoing through the forest probably scaring away the wild life.

"They never know how to shut up" neteyams voice dwindled as he glanced at yn who nodded silently, he noticed yn was still a bit distant from him even though he tried everything to make her forgive him.

He thought in silence as his eyes looked ahead he's tried a few things, getting and making her favorite meal, taking her around showing her everything he's found on his ikran and even making her a new bow but she'd rather use the one she made.

The guilt of the things he's done to her tugged at her heart all the things he said to her weren't true and he's realized that now, he finally sees her and all the heart ache she suffers through daily, he sees the way the village treats her differently to the rest he sees how his own mother is somewhat cut off from her.

He's only realized now that it wasn't her fault she was born this way, yn was just there and she did nothing to deserve this she was nothing but kind, neteyam glanced at yn one last time to see her looking off into the distance the plants that glowed illuminating her face.

He smiled slightly and turned walking away from the group further into the forest looking for materials he could use to make a gift and he'll make it a very special one.

He grabbed vines, gem stones and brightly colored plants and hurried home to get to work.

He weaved the vines into a beautiful dress adding the gem stones and plants to make a decorative design, you guys hadn't returned yet and he was actually thankful for once he sighed out and stood back to admire his work the colors would complement your skin perfectly.

He placed the dress in your favorite corner and waited for your return he waited and waited and with each passing hour he grew anxious "dad...." he heard your wavering voice from the coms and he saw his dad's fultering hands to press the button to respond.

"Yes yn what's wrong my girl" he could see jakes eyebrows frown with concern "I I don't know where they went I was right behind them I promise" yn rumbled and neteyam grimaced you do it when your nervous or afraid "your not back" jake asked standing from his seat "hello my family" all of they eyes snapped to lo'ak and the others and jakes hand flew to his mouth shushing him.

"Yn where are you tell me where you are" jake muttered hurriedly as he exited their tent neteyam flew to his feet following him closely "I-I don't really know the only place I recognize is by the old home tree" neteyam frowned "why are you there" neteyam asked as he spoke on his intercoms "I fell and I guess they didn't hear me and left but I'm really starting to get cold" neteyam could hear you shiver through the coms and he honestly felt bad he shouldn't have left you.

"Anything else you could tell us about your where abouts" jake asked as they climbed onto their ikrans and were quick to fly out "by a stream theirs lots of those old helicopter thingies around here dad" neteyam thought for a second and then it clicked "I know where she is" he called to his dad who nodded and started following him, they found yn in a matter of 25 minutes and once neteyam landed he felt more guilt.

Jake and neteyam hurried to yns shivering for a few scratches and cuts littered yns legs little droplets of blood running down yns leg, yn looked up at them with guilt.

They could see dried tear stains running down your cheeks and neteyam was quick to help you to your feet and brought you over to his ikran helping you on and settled behind you, he felt you relax back into him "sleep, you look tired" he murmured and you hummed but didn't fall into the temptation of slumber.

"Sleep I'll look after you, like I always should have and I'm sorry I haven't but I'll make up for it I promise"

#avatar #avatar x reader #avatar pandora #avatar way of water #avatar x reader fluff #avatar fluff #neteyam x reader #neteyam x reader fluff #neteyam fluff #neteyam x sibling reader

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tgmsunmontue · 2 months

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To wake, perchance to dream WIP 3/?

Hangster - Jake wakes up ~13 years in the future and thinks he has amnesia. Instead it's a glimpse of what his life could be. When he wakes up right before being called back to Top Gun for the special detachment he's going to try his damndest to make that future come true...

CHAPTER ONE CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

He’s never seen the wheels of the Navy work so fast, which makes him equal parts excited and apprehensive about what he’s going into. It’s obviously big, and difficult. And incredibly time sensitive. Also it’s a fucking ego boost to know that he’s been picked to assist in whatever is happening. He wracking his brain and trying to remember if there was anything that had maybe been mentioned or left as a clue by his other self… There’s nothing that jumps out though so he’s going in blind and just has to hope that being himself and repeating Bradley’s words, about being patient with him, are going to be enough.

When he sees Javy, younger, much less grey, he just grins and holds him tight. If he’s here then everything feels like it’ll be alright. He’s been a part of Jake’s life forever and there for every major milestone. If he’s here then he knows he can deal with anything and everything thrown his way. They enter the Hard Deck and Jake grabs them a couple of beers, jerks his head towards the dart board.

“Come on, I need to beat you at darts.”

“Twenty bucks you can’t get three in a row.”

He lands the three darts effortlessly, and god it feels good to not have a single care in the world right now, even if he’s wondering where Bradley might be. How he can maybe get his number and start up… something. Anything. Javy insists they move to pool, which is fine, he has even less of a chance of beating Jake at pool but he’ll let him keep dreaming. The bell rings indicating there’s a round on some poor sucker who has either insulted the Navy or a lady, or a complete greenhorn who has placed their phone on the bar. He sinks two balls simultaneously, impressing even himself and Javy makes an annoyed exclamation and he grins, looks up and…

“What do we have here? If it ain’t Phoenix! And here I thought we were special, Coyote. Turns out the invite went to anyone,” Jake teases, because the woman in front of him is going to become one of his best friends and she needs to know he’s not going to stop being his normal slightly irritating self. And she’s going to make Javy so happy, and he already loves her for that.

“Fellas, this here’s Bagman.”

“Hangman,” Jake corrects. Damn. He’d forgotten she could give as good as she could take but that Bagman feels like an insult now but it was a teasing endearment what only feels like a few days ago.

“Whatever. You’re looking at the only naval aviator on active duty with a confirmed air-to-air kill.”

“Stop,” Jake says, pretending to be flustered, because that’s better than spiraling again, thinking too much about actually killing someone.

“Mind you, the other guy was in a museum piece from the Korean war.”

“Cold war.”

“Different wars, same century.”

“Not this one.”

“Who are your friends?”

“Payback.”

“Fanboy.”

Jake feels a swoop of recognition because those callsigns were in his phone, these people are going to become important enough to him for him to have them in his phone in the future. And they’ll have the same callsigns.

“Hey Coyote.”

“Hey.”

Jake’s eyebrows shoot up, because that tone of voice tells him a story he hasn’t heard before. These two have a history, and it’s one that isn’t that far in the past and he shoots Javy a look, because he is dragging that story out of him kicking and screaming.

“Who’s he?” Phoenix asks, and his attention is drawn away from his best friend and there’s another aviator sitting to the side eating peanuts and Jake blinks, doesn’t recognize him at all.

“Who’s who?” Javy asks, Jake can tell he’s a little peeved Phoenix is no longer paying him attention, but Jake can direct this.

“When did you get in?”

“Oh, I’ve been here the whole time.”

“The man’s a stealth pilot.”

“Literally.”

“Weapons systems officer, actually.”

“With no sense of humor,” Jake adds, rolling his eyes.

He leaves Phoenix setting up the table with Bob, indicates he’s going to leave them to their small talk and collect the free drinks and… Penny. He had dinner with her, and she’s Amelia’s mom, and he’s not met Amelia yet, but that witty, intelligent woman he knows he considers family, who he knows put herself in his phone as Best Person Ever…

“Penny, my dear.”

“Yeah.”

“I’ll have four more on the old-timer,” Jake says, and as he studies the other guy more closely he would swear it’s Maverick. Bradley’s father-figure who he feels like he just had Sunday dinner with, along with Penny. Except this guy looks considerably younger, which he guesses makes sense and then he does a double take and looks at Penny. She’s looking at the guy, the maybe-Maverick like she’s not sure what to do about him and…

Holy shit.

If it is Maverick they aren’t together. Yet.

He hears Phoenix yell out Bradshaw and he can’t stop his head whipping around to look. There’s Bradley, looking younger and just as gorgeous, wearing one of his shirts and his hair just short enough to be regulation still, watches with amusement as Phoenix proceeds to use the pool cue to hit Bradley in the balls, and he’s glad he’s not the only one she’s acerbic with. Well, she’s not with Coyote and that’s interesting. He glances at the guy he thinks is Maverick from the corner of his eye, he’s not making any move to go and talk to Bradley, so maybe it’s just another guy who looks a lot like him.

“Here you go.”

“Thank you. Much appreciated, pops,” Jake says, because it pays to be polite and he’s not totally convinced, can’t quite read the name, but can see the wings. He heads back to the others, stopping by the jukebox on the way, finds a song that he likes and then passes the beers around before steeling himself to see his… husband?

“Bradshaw. As I live and breathe.”

“Hangman. You look… good.”

Amusement and arousal swoops through him, the beginning of this playful back-and-forth seeming familiar from his weird dream, and he grins.

“Well, I am good, Rooster. I’m very good. In fact, I am too good to be true.”

Part of him is thrilling inside, because this exchange feels familiar, like it’s right and the beginning of something, except instead of getting a grin Bradley is rolling his eyes and Jake’s gut clenches. Of course it’s not going to be that easy and his good mood immediately dissolves.

“So…” Javy says, and Jake can almost hear the eye roll. “Anybody know what this special detachment is all about?”

“No, mission’s a mission. They don’t confront me. What I want to know: Who’s gonna be team leader? And which one of y’all has what it takes to follow me?”

“Hangman, the only place you’ll lead anyone is an early grave.”

What the fuck? Jake stands up from where he’d been about to take a shot, anger flashing through him and

“Ooooh.”

“Well, anyone who follows you is just gonna run out of fuel. But that’s just you, ain’t it, Rooster? You’re snug on that perch, waiting for just the right moment… That never comes.”

The moment between them stretches and the entire exchange leaves a bitter taste in his mouth, eyes stinging a little. He can’t believe he just said all that, just slipped back so easily into stripping pieces off the people around him. Of course, he’s not alone. He’d also forgotten what an asshole Bradshaw was.

Being patient is going to be harder than he thought.

He can’t tell Bradley he loves him, but god he wants to.

“I love this song!” Jake says instead, stepping back and away and putting some much needed distance between them, well aware of the others all feeling the tension in the air which he just created.

“Check it out,” Fanboy says, head jerking in the direction of the door and Jake watches as more naval aviators walk in.

“More patches.”

“That’s Harvard, Yale, Omaha. Shit, that’s Fritz.”

“What the hell kind of mission is this?”

“That’s not the question we should be asking,” Phoenix says, and her voice is tight. “Everyone here is the best there is. Who the hell are they gonna get to teach us?”

His song stops mid-lyric and he glances up from his game, see Bradley heading towards the piano and then he looks across the bar at the person he thinks is maybe Maverick Mitchell, but Penny is calling him over and giving him and Javy the signal to throw him out, surely Penny wouldn’t throw her future husband out of her own bar?

“Great to see you, Pete! Overboard!”

Fuck. Definitely Pete Mitchell then.

“Overboard! Overboard!”

He’s committed to the act now, but his heart is pounding. This is definitely Bradley’s father figure. Not that they’ve even looked at each other in the Hard Deck just now. Penny had though, looked between them, and he has no idea what’s gone down between them all, but he’s wishing he asked more questions.

“Thanks for the beers! Come back anytime!”

Fuck.

He just threw Pete Mitchell into the sand outside the Hard Deck.

… … …

“Would you calm the fuck down?”

“No. We just threw Captain Pete Maverick Mitchell out of the Hard Deck!”

“Bullshit.”

“Did you not see his patch? We are going to regret that.”

“Yeah, sure. Okay. When it comes time to regret it you can tell me you told me so and rub my nose in it okay? But you still need to calm down.”

Jake sucks in a deep breath and lets it out slowly, because it’s not like he can actually un-do throwing Maverick out of the Hard Deck. The person he’s pretty sure is somehow going to be very important to his future.

… … …

The next morning Jake is nervous, chews through three toothpicks before he’s even left base housing, Javy sick of his leg jiggling so much he refuses to sit next to him when they get to the weirdly laid out desks and chairs.

“Attention on deck!”

As Admiral Bates talks Jake chances a quick look back, grinning to himself as Phoenix takes the opportunity to flip him a subtle finger.

“Half of you will make the cut. One of you will be named mission leader. The other half will remain in reserve.”

He looks to Bradley and his gaze is met evenly and Jake so badly wants to just go over and kiss him or hold his hand or… anything other than sit here feeling the animosity coming off him in waves.

“Your instructor is a Top Gun graduate with real-world experience in every mission aspect you will be expected to master. His exploits are legendary. He’s considered to be one of the finest pilots this program has ever produced. What he has to teach you may very well mean the difference between life and death. I give you Captain Pete Mitchell. Call sign: Maverick.”

He turns back around quickly to Javy, mouths I told you so and then turns back to the front of the class.

… … …

The way that Maverick talks makes him feel like his blood has bubbles in it. He’s never felt more alive than pushing his limits and he feels like even with their less than auspicious beginning he’s going to learn a lot. There’s no book learning involved, not for this mission, it’s all about flying a simulated course and dog fighting and learning to be one team. Well. He’s got all of that down, even if he’s not so great at showing the last one in practice.

He can’t tell what Bradley and Maverick are saying to each other, but he can read enough of their body language to know that none of it is good. He doesn’t know what their history is, wishes he’d thought to ask, not that he thought he’d need to know it. Maybe he doesn’t need to know what it is, can just be there and… help? Fucked if he knows.

He needs to be patient.

That’s what Bradley had said to him, but Jake is feeling like he needs more information. Patient with time? Or patient with Bradley? Well, obviously with Bradley because he’s currently auditioning for world’s biggest asshole, but Jake needs to know if he can just… say something. Or maybe doing something is better. He’s always been a man of action.

Then he’s listening to Maverick over the radio and he knows Maverick is good, but Jesus the man is cocky with it. He makes a comment about giving him an ego check and he hears someone mutter well you’d know and he ignores them. Then he’s up in the air and he abandons Phoenix and Bob only to get shot down himself and he hates losing like that, hates that it hadn’t panned out how he’d hoped and thought it would. The only albeit solace he can take from the exercise so far is that he’d heard Maverick say he was good. He’ll take it.

He’s back up in the air, this time with Bradley and he looks across at him, knows everyone can hear them on the radio, but he needs to know and everyone thinks he’s an asshole anyway, so he can’t dig himself any deeper.

“So, Rooster, mind if I ask you a personal question?”

“Would it matter if I did?”

“What’s the story with you and Maverick?” Jake asks, glad to finally get the words out, even though he expects he won’t get any type of useful answer right now. “It seems like he’s got you rattled.”

“That’s none of your business. Now where the hell is he?”

“Been here the whole time.”

“Holy shit,” Jake says, watching as Maverick manoeuvres his plane smoothly around Bradley’s, like he’s mocking him and god he wants to fly like that.

Then, as he watches someone he would normally consider calm and level headed turn completely feral he really needs to figure out what the fuck is going on. Their planes are spiralling together downwards and he’s heart is in his throat, cannot believe that either of them are being so damn stupid, doesn’t know if he’s even breathing as he watches, has a front row seat to what he is terrified might be carnage. Then Bradley is pulling up and away, playing it safe and the relief he feels is palpable. They’re both still alive. Then Maverick theoretically kills him and Bradley has to do another two hundred push ups and Jake doesn’t know what the fuck he should do.

He can’t figure out what it could be, because the Bradley and Maverick he knows clearly loved each other, and these two can barely say hello without wanting to seemingly throw a punch. Hell. He thought Rooster had a problem with him, but it’s got nothing on whatever his issues with Maverick are. Be patient with me. God he wishes he’d asked more questions, knew more what to expect right now rather than just know he somehow gets a fairytale ending.

If he in fact does get that ending and it wasn’t just some weird fever dream that somehow happened without the fever. Crazier things have happened. Probably.

… … …

“Jake man, you can’t drink like this. Not with the mission as delicate as it is.”

“I had one drink. One drink I really really needed.” You ever think about alternate timelines?”

“No. What’s got you asking me that?”

“Just… I had a weird dream.”

“Dream?”

“Yeah. Maybe. I don’t even know if I want it to be a dream or not anymore.”

“Uh… you sure you’ve only just had the one drink?”

… … …

He sees the photo, Maverick alongside a man who looks like the spitting image of Bradley. Same last name. Holy shit. It has to be his father. Some things start to fall into place and it gives him a starting point and he does a little digging. Rooster’s dad died and he was in a plane piloted by Maverick. Fuck. Okay. That explains the anger and animosity. Except… how do they become friends or the family that he remembers them as? God he’s confused.

He listens as Maverick talks them through the mission parameters, then they fly the simulated valley. He needs to be the fastest, the best, needs to go on this mission because Bradley is distracted and upset and in no fit state to give all his focus on completing the task ahead and surviving it. When Maverick drives it home that their choices and actions will kill their team members he doesn’t think much before he speaks and well… he knows he’s fucking it up as he talks, but if Bradley lives then he’ll live with his decisions to apparently blow up his entire fairytale ending.

He doesn’t expect Bradley to come at him, feels his own fear and anger bubbling too close to the surface and he doesn’t know how to make it right.

God he wants to make it right.

… … …

He didn’t think his life could somehow take such a sharp nosedive in such a short period of time but apparently, he has angered several deities. He almost vomits when Javy goes into g-LOC, the only reason he doesn’t is because it’s all over too quickly, Maverick once again somehow pulling off the near-impossible and returning his best friend to him. He’ll need to find him and thank him, because there are currently very few people in his life who he feels know him, and Javy is pretty much it. Then the bird strike happens, he doesn’t say anything, just reaches over and grasps Bradley’s shoulder with his hand and tries not to feel the sting of rejection when it’s shrugged off.

… … …

He’s left Javy at the hospital. Not because Javy needs the hospital, but he’s staying with Phoenix, his fingers laced with her while she’d laid in the bed looking at Javy with fucking cartoon heart eyes. He and Bob had exchanged commiserating looks, clearly feeling like the third and fourth wheels respectively. At least he could escape, seeking out Maverick to thank him for helping Javy. That’s why he overhears what Bradley says to Maverick. Fucking hell. He knew Bradshaw had issues, but the way he’s lashing out makes Jake wince. It makes what Bradshaw said to him at the Hard Deck seem like mild-teasing in comparison.

This is meant to cut deep.

Then there’s yelling and okay, maybe now is not a good time to thank Maverick for his actions, or to even try and talk with Bradley. At least he now knows why Bradley is so upset with Maverick, he suspects everyone in the building probably now knows. This seems all sorts of fucked up, and he thought his own family were bad. Then Warlock is standing behind him and he startles.

“Lieutenant.”

“Admiral Bates sir. I was just, uh, waiting for Bradshaw sir.”

An eyebrow goes up and Jake shrugs helplessly, then Warlock is interrupting them and Jake can’t really parse what is happening, watches as Maverick suddenly seems to deflate, Bradley looks devastated and Jake missed what it was Warlock said exactly, too busy watching and trying to figure out if they were about to start swinging. Maverick leaves with Warlock, and he doesn’t understand why he’d leave Bradley behind, looking like his world has just fallen apart.

“How much did you hear?” Bradley asks, his voice tight and clipped.

“Uh… all of it? I think?”

“Fuck.”

“Yeah. Sorry. You need therapy man…”

“Yeah. Probably,” Rooster says, the words coming out on a long exhale and Jake’s eyebrows shoot up at the easy acceptance, because he’d expected a punch, some verbal sparring at the very least, not this easy self-depreciating acceptance. Upon closer inspection it looks like Bradley is close to tears and god he feels like an asshole all over again.

“I’m sorry by the way, for being an ass and bringing up your dad.”

“Well, at least we can both agree on you being an ass.”

“Well. I think you like my ass.”

It slips out, the little flirty comment, and he has no excuse for it, not really. Fully expects Bradley to get angry again, to stand up and walk out, push past him and pretend he doesn’t exist all over again. Instead he hears a soft huff of amusement and when he chances a look, Bradley makes a face like he’s conceding that Jake may have a point.

Holy shit.

They sort of stand there just staring at each other and Jake’s starting to get turned on, the memory of Bradley looking at him like this, before taking him apart. Bradley doesn’t have those memories or visions or fantasies though, well, Jake doesn’t know what Bradley might fantasize about but he lives in ever increasing hope; the hope increasing by the second as the moment between them continues to stretch.

“Do you ever feel like you can never live up to something, because it’s impossible. That you’re chasing a ghost?”

“What?” Jake blinks, the sudden and abrupt change somewhat of a shock; he repeats Bradley’s words in his head. Okay. “Man, I had so many expectations on me. I ran in the opposite direction and took to the skies. No one was tying me to the ground…”

“Yeah. No one tied me down either…”

“Rooster...” Jake starts, because it’s obvious Bradley’s getting lost in his own mind. “Bradshaw...” Still no response. “Bradley...”

That gets him eyes locked on him again and it’s still fucking intense and sad and he doesn’t know what’s got Bradley twisting up in on himself, but he can make a stab in the dark at least.

“You almost lost Phoenix today. You're allowed to feel a little rattled.”

Bradley pulls a face then, like he’s struggling with Jake being nice. And sure, Jake doesn’t usually leave his defenses down and wide-open like this, but he feels, no, knows, it could be worth it.

“I'm sorry about making a joke about you leading people to an early grave...”

Jake grimaces, because the comment had smarted. Not untrue given his younger and dumber days, but definitely untrue now. He’s also pretty sure Bradley owes Maverick an apology too, but he for sure as hell isn’t going to push that any time soon.

“The world is not against you. I am not against you…” he adds quietly, because it’s true. Bradley is definitely studying him much more closely now, like he’s trying to figure out the angle Jake’s taking to cut him down and he can’t take back every bad word he’s said, but he can try not to say any more going forward. Patience. Right. Cause that’s always been one of his attributes people have listed when describing him. Fuck.

“Yeah. I know it’s not. Just. Some days it’s really hard to believe that that’s not the case.”

“You want to get out of here? Get some food?”

Bradley blinks at him, but then nods once and then they’re walking toward the parking lot; Jake heeding toward the loaners but then Bradley is jerking his head toward his Bronco and Jake just goes with it. Doesn’t have any reason not to. The get food via drive-thru, Bradley relaying his order and then about fifteen minutes later Bradshaw’s pulling up in front of a little bungalow that seems trapped in time. He’s about to make a quip but snaps his mouth shut as he takes in the tight clench of Bradley’s jaw. Oh shit. This might be his parents’ place. That is… maybe not the healthiest thing to have held on for years but he’s not going to say anything, not when the civil moments between them are being counted in minutes rather than hours or days.

He follows quietly and when he steps inside he can see why they got take-out, the kitchen is a demolition site, although a coffee maker and microwave have been set up on the small table in the dining room. Then he’s in the living room and there are photos of a much younger Bradley, Nick Bradshaw and someone who can only be Bradley’s mom. Bradley doesn’t seem older than thirteen or fourteen in any of the photos but there are also gaps on the shelves where he suspects there used to be photos. So definitely his parents’ place, but the fact he seems to be remodeling the kitchen make Jake feel slightly better about where Bradley’s headspace might be.

Bradley gestures to the sofa and Jake grabs his takeout bag and lowers himself, knowing fully the only reason they’ve not argued with each other for the last forty-five minutes is because they haven’t said anything to each other. They eat in silence and he wonders why Bradley seems okay with him there, because it’s not like a simple apology has got him this far before. He pauses. Tries to remember if he’s actually ever apologized to Bradshaw before and oh… yeah. Fuck. That might do it.

“So, uh, you want to share your world is against you story?”

Bradley looks at him, lips twisted in distaste but Jake is pretty sure it’s about the potential topic of conversation rather than the fact that Jake just raised the potential of baring his soul to him. He’ll go first then.

“You figured out my dad died. Well, then my mom died when I was twelve.”

He’s figured as much, just from looking around at the photos.

“I’m sorry.”

“Yeah well. It is what it is right? Maverick is, was, my legal guardian. My godfather.”

“Okay.” He hadn’t expected that.

“And you heard me yelling at him before. He pulled my papers to USNA. I was legacy. My dad went.”

Jake bites his lip, doesn’t know what to say, doesn’t want Bradley to stop talking.

“Phoenix is my family,” Bradley offers, voice quiet, and the bird strike today hits different hearing that. Squadrons are close, like family, but aren’t family. If Bradley is saying she’s family, then she means more to him, like she’s a sister. “You’re right. Today rattled me. Then I found out that someone died, so feeling a little, uh, raw.”

“Someone close?”

The look Bradley gives him is inscrutable and Jake wonders when exactly he heard the news given that todays just seemed like one thing after another and he’s either been within spitting distance or on the radios. Bradley is taking his trash, scrunching it up and heading toward the kitchen. Jake would think he was being ignored or dismissed if it weren’t for the head jerk he gets, an indication he wants Jake to follow him.

“Well, yeah. We were close I guess. I lived with him and his family when Mav was deployed. But he didn’t stop Mav from pulling my papers so I stopped talking to him too.”

“Right. So. Regrets huh? Unfinished business?”

“Yeah. Yeah you could say that,” Bradley says, and obviously unfinished business with a dead person is never going to get finished. But there’s still Maverick. If he’s made that connection, then Bradley sure as hell has. He doesn’t look happy about it though and he knows what he wants to do.

“Come here man, you look like you need a hug.”

The look Bradley gives him is incredulous, like he expects Jake to start laughing, but he reaches out with both arms and gestures with his hands for Bradley to step into the embrace. Just like that Bradley crumples, making himself small like the trash he just balled up and Jake wraps himself around him. For all he’s picking at Bradley issues right now, he's also feeling a little raw, hearing Coyote be in g-LOC was terrible, and the idea of holding someone tight, even if it isn’t his best friend, soothes something inside him.

He doesn’t quite bully Bradley into bed, but he doesn’t give him very much choice. It also means Bradley doesn’t need to ask for what he might want or need right now, and Jake is pretty confident that what that is, is to not be alone. He can help with that. He borrows clothes and gets changed, insists on Bradley changing. Ignores the little sniping comments about he usually wears less clothes when he’s taking a guy to bed and Jake just smirks, tells him there’s always next time. As Bradley falls asleep in his arms he hopes like hell there is a next time, the feeling of sharing his space coming back to him as easy and automatically as breathing.

… … …

The next morning, Bradley looks embarrassed. Jake tries to joke and shrug it off, make light of it despite the fact that his entire body and mind are finally felling like they’ve caught up and are synchronized together again. Bradley isn't letting him joke about it though, is looking at him with the same intense gaze he remembers from his weird dream.

“Rooster? You okay?”

“I like it when you call me Bradley...

Then he's being crowded against the dining table, not in any way where he couldn't just step away, but he stays where he is, heart rabbiting away in his chest as Bradley closes the space between them, one hand reaching up to cup Jake's face.

“Thank you for last night.”

“I... Anytime. Think we both needed to... Not be alone.”

The slow smile Bradley gives him is cut off when he moves even closer, too close for Jake to see his lips or face because he's being kissed, super softly and his lips tingle and itch as the pressure is removed and a simple press of lips shouldn't uproot his life like this, but he's wondering now, what he might need to do to get more kisses, to somehow make his dream a reality.

CHAPTER FOUR

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