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queencherryberry · 2 years

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Here it is, my second ever story. I’d like to thank @randy-ortons-chair for giving me the ✨motivation✨🥵 for writing this.

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BEAUTIFUL MISTAKES

Reader x Matt Riddle

Warnings: Weed Usage, drinking, cheating, unprotected sex(because of being under the influence)

You had known Matt Riddle for a while. You guys always hung out when you and your boyfriend had any sort of argument or fight. Tonight was no exception. You and your boyfriend Seth Rollins had a fight about how much time you spend with Matt. Matt was Seth’s rival both in and unfortunately out of the ring. Part of their personal fued was about you. But tonight you had had it with both Seth’s possessiveness over you and his ego. You packed an over night bag and told him you were going to your brothers’ house. Truth be told, you were actually going to Matt’s. You didn’t need Seth’s jealousy making things worse if he knew you were going to Matt’s. You’d never hear the end of it.

On your Uber to Matt’s you sent Matt a text explaining why you were staying and making plans for how to spend the night. Lots of suggestions were thrown around until the both of you agreed upon going to get drinks once you arrived at Matt’s place and got settled in for the night. After thirty minutes your Uber pulled up infront of Matt’s place and he was waiting outside for you. You smiled to yourself when you saw him. You’d be lying if didn’t say he reminded you of a golden retriever. He grabbed your bag for you and even opened your door for you. Something Seth hasn’t done in a long time for you since his ego has gotten bigger over the course of the 3 years you guys have been together. Where as you and Matt have only known each other for only 9 months. In the short time you guys have known each other you guys were already really close. Some people around the locker rooms swore you were actually cheating on Seth with Matt, but that was not the case.

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When you guys got to the bar you guys ordered your drinks. Matt had a regular beer like usual and you had a blue Hawaiian. You and Matt talked about your relationship issues with Seth, Matt’s recent divorce as well and moved on to other topics. About three hours later, Matt was six beers and four shots in and well, you were five mixed drinks, four shots, and two regular beers in. Matt had a good buzz going but you were well past the point of tipsy. Matt looked at his phone and figured it was time to head back home. He excused himself to go pay for the drinks and call an Uber to come get you guys. Within a span of the ten minutes he was gone, you had managed to drunkenly spill your last drink on your shirt. You started freaking out when he got back. He sighed a bit and then he led you to the bathroom so you could clean yourself up. “Hold on,” he said running into the mens’ room and ridding himself of his shirt under his jacket and returned to meet you outside of the ladies room. “Put this on and I can wash your shirt when we get home. Just put your shirt in your purse or something.” He said handing you the shirt. You stared for a moment at Matt not realizing you were imagining raking your nails down his toned chest and abs. You licked your bottom lip and lightly bit it too. Matt saying your name snapped you from your dirty thoughts and you blushed. You took the shirt and swapped your soiled one with his he gave you. It was a bit big on you but you weren’t really sober to care.

When the Uber arrived he opened the door and got in and you followed suit but last minute tripped over your own feet and practically landed in his lap. How you caught yourself made you blush all over again. One hand landed on his thigh and the other landed very close to his crotch. Within that brief touch you could’ve sworn you felt his member start to stir. You blushed and sat up placing your hands in your lap as it didn’t even phase him and he reached around you to close the door.

Once home, you plopped on the couch while Matt put your shirt in the wash along with his other clothes. You had been on your phone playing games till you heard him ask you a question. “Y/n, you still down to smoke or do you want to wake and bake in the morning?” He’s asked standing in the living room doorway in some shorts instead of the skinny jeans he was wearing earlier. Your eyes started wondering again over his toned body. Your tongue darting out to wet your lips as you scanned his body. “Yeah….yeah I’m still down to smoke Matty, can I get a glass of water first?” You asked forcing yourself from your dirty thoughts this time. He nodded and walked to the kitchen to get you a water. “I’m going to go change into my sleep attire so that when we’re done I can just pass out.” You told him. It was at that moment you realize that you had neglected to ask him where he set your bag. You poked your head into the guest room that you normally stay in but had seen he had converted the room into some sort makeshift at home gym. You sighed and looked in his room. You found your bag and grabbed your clothes to change into. Five minutes later you were wearing your bedtime short shorts and a loose tank that showed off your tattoos you had scattered all over. If you were to reach up a bit in the tank your belly piercing would be exposed as well. You came out of the bathroom and joined Matt in his room. He was waiting for you with a freshly loaded bowl and your water on the night stand. You sat next to him as he took the first hit.

After two hours and four bowls later of passing back and forth you on the last hit of the night. Before you could exhale the hit you just took Matt suggested that you guys shot gun the last hit. You nodded with your mouth still full of smoke. Matt cupped your face and attached his lips to yours and sucked in the smoke from your mouth. He then exhaled through his nose. You couldn’t help yourself, you lightly grazed his bottom lip. Without thinking your arms snaked around his neck. The both of you started making out heavily.

After ten minutes Matt pulled you into his lap. You straddled his lap as guys started making out harder. One of his hands rubbed your back while the other held your hip. Soon both his hands were at your hips making you grind against his crotch. This time you were very sure he had an erection. You broke the kiss to take a breath and rested your forehead on his. Both of you panted for air catching your breaths. His hands snaked up under your tank and just rested at your sides. Your lips quickly found a new spot to attach themselves and it was on his neck. Hearing him groan only egged you on. Before you knew it your tank went flying across the room, one of his hands grabbed a fist full of your hair and pulled your face away from his neck. Before you could protest his face was buried in your chest.

After about fifteen minutes of going back and fourth playfully fighting for dominance between the two of you, you had ultimately lost. You were now whimpering and moaning under Matt as he was slamming into you. Another thing Seth hasn’t done in months, but that’s for another time. Right now the only thing you wanted to think of was if you were going to be able to walk in the morning after you and Riddle were done going at it like animals. To get a better advantage and to go deeper Riddle moved on of your legs to his shoulder and quickened his pace. Now this….this is what made you start screaming his name. Somehow your best friend knew how touch your body right better than Seth did after 3 years. With Riddle basically fucking you into the mattress your walls all but damn near clamped around his dick. He could tell you were close so he leaned down and latched onto your neck harshly. Hearing you scream his name was like music to his ears. He didn’t care if his neighbors heard. His own orgasm was near but he wasn’t stopping till you had yours.

When his mouth found your sensitive spot on your neck, it was all over for you. You screamed his name loudly, you clawed up his back, and your legs found their way back to his waist and locked themselves there driving Riddle deeper inside you. Soon you saw stars as your orgasm washed over you. Matt followed suit with his own. Matt pulled out and laid next to you. Both of you were panting, covered in sweat, and probably by now actually sober. Matt looked at his phone screen which said it was 5am. “We’ve been up all night bro. We should probably get some sleep.” He spoke first after catching his breath. You had looked at your own phone screen only to see 34 missed calls, 5 voicemails, and 78 text messages from Seth apologizing about your guys’ argument earlier and asking if you would consider coming home early. You sighed and just laid back down and cuddled up to Riddle under his blanket you’d actually have a proper clear thinking after some much needed sleep. Right now you were still mad at Seth. You soon drifted off in Matt’s arms.

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luxaofhesperides · 7 months

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Post-Apocalypse + Soulmate AU ; requested by @burr-burr!

When Danny was a kid, he used to imagine how the world would end. It was never a zombie apocalypse or the fallout of a nuclear war, but the death of the sun, the expansion of their star in death that would swallow their planet whole, leaving no survivors.

It would have been nicer than the post-apocalyptic world he stands in now, knowing that it’s his fault the world has ended.

He’s still struggling to wrap his head around it. To understand that all of this is his fault because he cheated on one test, desperate to pass after being unable to study for it with how exhausting and time consuming fighting ghosts is. Everywhere he looks, there’s more destruction. His own home is rubble, with only the partially untouched Ops Center remaining to let him know that this is where he once lived.

The rest of Amity Park is in worse shape. Buildings are hollowed out, the skeletons of their foundations visible, if they still remain standing. Most homes have been burned to the ground, leaving blackened corners of walls and nothing else. The roads are cracked and difficult to walk through, as if an earthquake tore through the city. Cars are scattered along the road, overturned or left abandoned, doors still open.

Danny has yet to find any bodies. He doesn’t know if that’s a good sign or not.

He’s only caught a few glimpses of his future self, the cause of all this, and can’t bring himself to chase after that monster. He feels sick to his stomach knowing what he’ll become.

That monster has to be stopped. The world has already ended, but that doesn’t mean his future self can be allowed to go on like this. If there are any survivors, they need protection. They need to know they’ll be safe to try to start rebuilding, and that can only happen if his future self is dead.

Danny knows what he has to do; he has a responsibility to protect what little remains of Amity Park, and to do that, he needs to kill himself.

But his head it spinning from the horror of the situation and his throat is tightening up the way it only does when he’s about to have a panic attack.

He needs to stop his future self, but he also can’t stay another second in the ruins of Amity Park without destroying himself.

The guilt sits heavy in his chest as he goes ghost and takes to the sky, flying blindly towards the setting sun. Danny doesn’t know where he’s going, and he doesn’t really care. He just needs to get away for a bit, until he can calm down and put together a plan of attack so he can take out his future self in one go.

He just…

He never thought he’d be a monster. But here they are.

Flying away from Amity Park reveals the truly harrowing extent to which this world has suffered under his future self’s hands. There are no intact cities or towns. Roads are broken beyond repair, highways littered with empty cars, most bridges crumbling into the rivers below them, and everything is covered in overgrowth. All signs of humanity’s careful cultivation of the world has been erased. The earth takes back what humans took from it, covering everything in green.

There is no movement. No people. Barely any birds flying beneath him.

What remains of the world is silence.

Danny is terrified that there’s no one left. That his future self has so thoroughly destroyed the earth that no human survivors remain.

That gives his guidance, some idea of where to go: a big city. Any big city, really.

He flies lower, searching for some sort of landmark, or a sign that will tell him where he’s going. A rusted over green sign farther down the road tells him that he’s 50 miles from Gotham.

Oh, Danny thinks, Maybe Batman can help me.

If anyone could survive the end of the world, it would be the superheroes, right? If anyone stands a chance at defeating his future self, it would be a superhero. Superman might have been a better choice, but Metropolis is the opposite direction and multiple states away; Danny’s not sure he can make it before his future self catches wind of him and hunts him down.

Danny has no doubt about what would happen to him if he’s caught; there’s a reason he hasn’t seen any ghosts around, after all.

Gotham is a city of secrets and rumors. What little he’s heard of it is baffling and, frankly, insane. There’s no city in the country like it and Gothamites prefer it that way, stubbornly loving the home that will kill them. For all the manmade horrors they survive on the daily, they would be more prepared for the end of the world than anyone else.

Gotham may be another casualty of his future self’s destruction, but it also offers him hope.

Danny follows the broken road towards Gotham, pushing himself to fly faster than he ever has before. What should have been a half hour flight is completed in fifteen minutes.

As soon as the towering buildings of Gotham, dark and semi destroyed, come into view, Danny drops from the sky and returns to human form. The strain from pushing himself has exhausted him and he feels it like an ache in his chest, his heart twisting and trying to burst from how hard it’s beating.

He collapses to his hands and knees and gasps for breath on the outskirts of Gotham.

It takes a good few minutes to calm down and breathe normally, then another to gather his strength to stand up and begin walking.

The world is eerily quiet as he enters the city, feeling the chill fall upon him as he is consumed by the shadows of tall buildings. It’s much more intact that Amity Park, but there’s no denying the destruction that still surrounds him. Buildings are empty and worn down, decaying and slowly being consumed by new growth. Burnt out husks of overturned cars fill the street, leaving Danny to carefully pick his way around them, unable to walk in a straight line.

He feels like the only person in the world. He feels like he’s being watched by a hungry eyes.

Danny shivers and walks faster.

The deeper he goes into the city, the more he starts to hope that he’s not alone in this world. There’s small signs of life: the smell of smoke, recently burned, certain streets cleaned up, makeshift walls constructed from rubble to block access to certain areas of each block.

He swears he can see people move above his head, but anytime he looks up, the windows of every building are empty.

“Batman,” he whispers to himself, “I just need to find Batman.”

He turns a corner and continues walking. Apartment buildings give way to stores and businesses, all with their windows broken and nothing on the shelves. Then the buildings end abruptly and he’s left staring at an overgrown park that resembles a jungle more than it does a part of the city.

The scent of something sweet lingers in the air. Fruit, perhaps, or flowers.

If he was left in the aftermath of an apocalypse, he would go to where he could find growing food. If there’s anyone left in Gotham, he’s willing to bet they’re in here, surviving off of what food can be grown in the confines of the park.

Danny crosses the road and takes three steps onto the grass before someone appears beside him and points an electrified baton at him.

“Who are you?” they demand, eyes hidden behind a cracked helmet, but the bottom half of their face is visible, revealing scars crossing on dark skin.

Danny takes a step back, eyeing the electric baton warily, and lifts his hands to show he means no harm. “Danny. I came from out of town. I was hoping to find people here.”

“You don’t look like you’ve been traveling.”

His clothes are clean and intact and he has none of the world-weariness that weighs down this Gothamite. Danny winces, and says, “My situation is kinda complicated. But I did just get here. I’m looking for help, actually. Do you know where I could find Batman?”

There’s a long moment of tense silence, then he hears a quiet sigh and the helmet comes off. An exhausted looking man looks at him with one blind eye, turned a milky white, and his voice is low and stricken as he says, “Batman’s dead. But maybe I can help you.”

“Batman’s dead?!” Danny repeats, shocked.

“Yeah. Sacrificed himself in one of the last times Phantom attacked Gotham. Got me and Nightwing out of that encounter alive. We’re really the only heroes left in Gotham, not that there’s much need anymore with everyone trying to survive.”

Phantom killed Batman. His future self killed Batman.

Danny feels sick to his stomach.

“Oh,” he manages to say.

The man’s expression softens. “Don’t worry, we’ll help you as much as we can. Why don’t you come on in? Ivy can get you some food if you’re hungry.”

Danny nods numbly as he follows the man deeper into the park. He walks with ease, taking paths that only become visible when he walks them, leaving Danny to follow close behind. It takes some time before he realizes that the plants are moving out of their way just enough that they don’t trip, and when he looks back, the path is covered again, hidden from sight.

He’s taken to the heart of the forest, where the trees shift to the side to reveal a large encampment of survivors all living together. Beds are strung up as hammocks between trees and rope ladders dangle from branches to help people move up and down. The ground is full of small fire pits, a few in use to make make food, and sections in the back full of vegetable and herb patches, separated by berry bushes.

The people here all look tired and worn down, but they still smile and speak in light voices, adjusted to a new life after surviving so much horror and destruction. He even spots a few people using powers, or just looking different, including one large man who looks like a crocodile.

“Pick up another stray?” a raspy voice asks, humor lighting the tone. They both turn to see a woman with long red hair and a green tint to her skin be lowered to the ground by a vine. She’s also heavily scarred and her right arm is completely gone, replaced by a wooden limb covered in moss that moves as if it’s always been a part of her body.

“Hey Ivy,” the man greets, “I don’t think this one is staying. He came to Gotham looking for Batman.”

The words make Ivy’s gaze sharpen, and Danny feels a trickle of dread go down his spine. She’s dangerous and standing before her feels as if he’s in the mouth of a hungry beast.

“Is that so,” she says, voice flat. “How interesting. I’ll let you two talk somewhere more private.” Her gaze flicks to the side, and when Danny turns to look, he can see some of the people in the encampment observing them warily, bodies tense and poised to either flee or attack.

Ivy turns and the plants part for her. Danny waits for the man to begin walking before he follows, trying not to feel trapped as the plants close the path behind him. She takes them to a small pond full of water lilies, gives the man a careful look, then leaves, swallowed up by the plants.

“Is everything okay?” Danny asks hesitantly. “I didn’t mean to cause any trouble.”

“Nah, you’re good,” the man replies, “It’s just that people don’t trust me much.”

“Why? You’ve been really nice.”

The man shrugs. “My soulmate is Phantom. He’s the one responsible for doing all this and killing almost everyone we love. I didn’t know until the first time I fought him, but they hate anything to do with Phantom, including me.”

Danny’s heart stutters in his chest. This is his soulmate.

Most people don’t subscribe to the belief that they’re meant to be with their soulmate. Meeting your soulmate is rare enough that most people don’t try, and plenty of people have spoken of how important it is to have a variety of relationships, to not close yourself off for the slightest chance of meeting your soulmate.

Danny never looked for his; he didn’t want to subject them to his parents, and then he became a halfa and gave up on all dreams of having a normal life or any relationship with someone who didn’t know he was Phantom.

And now he’s here, in a ruined future, standing before his soulmate who understandably hates him for destroying the world.

“You’re Phantom’s soulmate,” Danny breathes. His hands are shaking. He wants to cry.

The man sighs. “Yeah. I am. Not that it’s stopped him from trying to kill me. Don’t worry, kid, I’m not working with him. I swear.”

“He’s your soulmate and he hurt you.”

“He hurt everyone,” he says, then gestures at his blind eye. “This is barely a thing compared to what he did to other heroes.”

Danny can’t find the words to expression his horror at seeing the damage he did to his own soulmate. His future self is heartless and cruel and bloodthirsty. He has to be stopped.

He doesn’t want to kill his soulmate.

“I came here for Batman,” Danny says, “Because I thought he could help me stop Phantom.”

“That’s rough, kid. Batman couldn’t beat Phantom. I don’t think anyone can. We’ve tried, but most heroes are dead and we can’t just go out there and risk the lives of everyone here. We gotta focus on survival, not revenge.”

“I have to stop Phantom.”

“Sorry kid, but that’s a terrible idea. Don’t go out there trying to be a hero. You can stay here, alright? Ivy will get you set up and the others will help you settle in.”

Danny takes a step back and shakes his head. “No. I have to stop him. It has to be me.”

“And why is that?”

“Because I’m Phantom,” Danny whispers.

The man immediately reaches for his electric batons again, taking a step back. “Not funny, kid,” he says with a tense voice.

“I’m not joking. I am Phantom, just from the past. I’m not supposed to be here.”

“You’re Phantom?” the man repeats. “You. You’re just a kid, and you’re going to destroy the world one day?”

“I don’t want this to happen! That’s why I need to go back, so I can stop the event that will set me down this path. And to go back, I need to defeat the Phantom that exists here.”

“He’ll kill you, kid.”

“That still solves the problem, doesn’t it? If I die here, then he’ll never live long enough to destroy the world. He’ll die too.”

The man stares at him with cold eyes, then turns away, dropping his hands away from the batons. “Don’t turn this into a suicide mission, kid,” he says. “The Phantom who’s here isn’t you. You don’t have to pay for his crimes. Just… stay here and I’ll go fight Phantom.”

“He already hurt you,” Danny says.

“What’s a little more hurt? I can handle it.”

“No,” Danny says firmly. He shoves away the fear and hurt in his heart and finds his strength in determination. No more running away. No more hiding.

The timeline should not exist. He can’t hesitate at the thought of erasing this version of his soulmate from existence; he’s tired and injured and an outcast in the only community that still exists in Gotham. He deserves better. Everyone here does.

And to give them a better life, Danny needs to stop this one from ever happening.

“This is my future. It’s my responsibility. I’ll stop it and make sure this never happens. And… I’m sorry for everything I did.”

“It’s not your fault, Danny. You’re not this version of Phantom.”

That’s not at all true, since Danny’s actions lead to the end of the world, but he’s not going to argue when he’s preparing to fight a stronger, more ruthless version of himself. He takes a deep breath, then goes ghost and floats into the air.

“Before I go,” he begins, hesitantly, “What’s your name? Since you’re apparently my soulmate.”

The man smiles sadly and answers, “Duke. If we ever meet in your time, tell that version of me to look for my mom’s favorite book.”

It’s an odd request, but if it’s important enough to be asked for, then Danny will do it. “Your mom’s favorite book,” he repeats, “Got it.”

“Take care, Danny. Good luck out there.”

Danny nods and takes one last look at his soulmate, older and worn down, stubbornly getting through each long day, and swears to make things better.

Then he flies off, ready to fight his future self and make things right again.

. . .

He thinks of his soulmate for years after he’s back in the present. The timeline where his future self exists is gone and the world is safe, but he still remembers the pain he caused Duke.

When the time comes to apply to universities, Danny sets his sights on Gotham. His parents take him on a trip during spring break to tour the campus, and it’s after the tour, as he wanders around on his own, that he bumps into a student walking out of a building.

“Sorry,” they both say at the same time, reaching for each other to help each other keep their balance.

As soon as their hands meet, it’s as if lightning runs through him. From the look on the other guy’s face, he felt it to.

This is his soulmate.

“Duke,” Danny says, amazed and disbelieving all at once. And the request crosses his mind, something he wondered about almost every night since he returned to his time. “Look for your mom’s favorite book.”

“How—?”

“I met you in the future. You asked me to take back a message for the you that’s here. So: look for your mom’s favorite book. What does that mean, by the way? I never asked.”

Duke blinks, then slowly retracts his hands from Danny’s. “My mom’s favorite book was a hand bound journal from my dad. They were soulmates and he wrote about their first year in a relationship together. It’s full of pictures, and she loved it more than anything. That message is to remind me to have faith in soulmates, to believe that something good can happen to me.”

“Oh! That’s… wow, sorry, I didn’t mean to pry into something so personal.”

Duke shrugs. “It’s fine. I needed the reminder. I would have already run away by now if you didn’t say that. You already know my name, but I think now’s a good time to introduce ourselves.”

“Right!” Danny says, flustered. He sticks his hand out, which Duke shakes with an amused smile. “I’m Danny. Fenton. I’m coming here next semester.”

“Duke Thomas. I’m a freshman here and I’d really love to get your number.”

He’s not hitting on Danny, not really, but it still makes him blush. The way Duke looks at him is full of light and laughter, so different from the exhausted and wary way he looked in the future now rewritten.

This is what the future version of himself tried to kill. He doesn’t understand how anyone could ever hurt Duke when he’s so full of life.

But he’s safe now. Everyone is; Danny changed the future and what lies ahead is wholly unknown to him.

The world is safe and full of promise.

No matter what comes, Danny is sure he and Duke are going to be just fine.