#ship fic

[boldlyspeedydreamerreturns]

VoxVal fic time.

Was supposed to post this last week, but the new episodes came out and I got distracted. This was actually a request from a mutual. Enjoy 😊

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Vox threw open the door of his bedroom and flopped down on the large bed with a groan. It had been a very long day. It seemed like every other time he turned around something else was going wrong or someone needed his attention. His battery was almost completely drained. He laid there motionless for several minutes trying to decide if he should make the effort to put on his pajamas or just pass out. He heard the door open and close again. He barely turned his head enough to see Valentino standing beside the bed.

“Vox? You alive? You're on my side again, roll over.”

“Roll me over yourself, I'm too tired.” Val huffed and sat on the edge of the bed next to Vox.

“Long day?” Vox rolled his eyes at Val’s question.

“No, not at all. Why do you ask?”

“No need to get sarcastic, brat.”

“Val please…I'm really not in the mood right now.” Vox turned his head to be face down on the pillow. Valentino sighed and stood up, walking over to the other side of the bed and getting in next to Vox.

“Hey…” Val put a hand on Vox’s back, making the TV demon look up at him.

“You…want me to do that thing you like? You know, that always makes you smile.” Vox knew exactly what Val was talking about.

“Don't you dare. I'm not in the mood to have my circuits overloaded.” Valentino took this as a challenge, moving his hand up and down Vox’s back playfully.

“Are you sure, sweetie? You always like it.” Vox curled his body away from Val's touch.

“Seriously Val, it's been…a day. I just wanna relax.” Val sighed again and laid down next to Vox, inching closer to him.

“Fine fine, I won't do it. Do you want to talk about it?”

“Not really. Right now I just want some quiet.” Val wrapped all four of his arms around Vox, pulling him close, making Vox the little spoon. Vox sighed and let himself relax against Valentino. The two stayed that way for a long while until Vox turned around, tucking his screen head under Val's chin.

“I'm really tired, Val.”

“Then take a nap, Voxxy. I'll be here when you wake up.”

“No, that's not what I mean. I just…” Vox felt himself starting to shake. He hugged onto Valentino tighter.

“I'm tired of everything. Of the company, of the attention, of the responsibility, everything. I just…wanna disappear.” Val was shocked by Vox's confession. Valentino rubbed his back gently.

“Vox…please don't. I know everything can be overwhelming. Fuck, I have no room to talk, I'm overwhelmed all the time. But…if you disappeared…” Vox looked up just in time to see tears pricking in the corners of Valentino’s eyes.

“Val…”

“I know I can be an ass. I know I don't always take things seriously and sometimes…I take you for granted. But, I don't know what I'd do with myself if you were just…gone. I'm sorry.” Vox reached up, wiping away the tears from Val's eyes.

“I love you, Vox. I know I don't say it enough, but I do. And I'll say it more if you want. Just…please don't talk like that again…please.” Vox sighed softly and curled up against Valentino more.

“I love you too, Valentino. More than I probably should, but still, I love you. And…I'm sorry if I scared you just now. I do want to disappear sometimes. To just go away and not think about the responsibilities that are constantly on my shoulders. But…I won't actually leave. Not if it means leaving you behind.” Vox smiled up at Val. Valentino smiled back, leaning down and kissing Vox’s screen where his mouth was.

Val kissed all over Vox's screen, making the TV demon laugh. They stayed in each other's arms for a long while.

“If you ever do actually decide to leave everything behind, let me know so I can follow you. We'll disappear together. Velvet can handle things on her own.” Vox laughed again at Valentino's words.

“Maybe it's not disappearing completely, but I could definitely use a vacation at the very least.” Vox tucked his head back under Val's chin. Valentino smiled and hugged Vox tighter.

“I could get on board with that. Things have been insane in the studio lately.” The two shared a laugh. Vox yawned.

“Something to talk about later. I really do need to get some rest.”

“Alright my love. Sleep well.” Val kissed Vox one more time before getting comfortable, pulling the blanket over them, both slowly falling asleep.

Neither seemed to notice they were both still in their regular clothes, but it didn't seem to matter.

[cumulo-stratus]

Embrace[s.r]

spencer doesnt feel like hes anything more than his intelligence, but ethan proves him wrong.

WARNINGS- angst, internalized homophobia, self esteem issues, crying, mentions of mommy issues

college au!Ethan x college au!spencer reid ][ hurt/comfort ][ masterlist!!

a/n- ok this is actually my first ship fic and im so excited!! i've been obsessed with Ethan x spencer ever since i started writing this! hope y'all enjoy reading as much as i enjoyed writing <3

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there was a soft breeze drifting through the window ruffling the non-existent curtains that no college student was going to spend their little money on. Instead there were some cheap shades provided by the university.

Ethan never minded his small means, his small dorm with a small bed despite being in his junior year. The bed was big enough to fit him and Spencer and that's all he cared about.

but tonight, in the dark room they weren't sitting on top together- no Spencer was hunched over himself his body wracking sob after sob, and ethan’s arms wrapped around him. they left comforting circles on his back, and squeezed spencer tightly against his chest.

the darkened room left both boys faces wailed by shadows, hiding spencers tear track stained cheeks from his best friend.

ethan’s hushed voice was deafening over the silence of the tiny dorm room. He whispered quiet small nothings into spencers ear.

spencers cheek was smushed into his best friends shoulder, and his face was in ethan’s neck, breathing in the familiar scent of his worn university sweatshirt.

spencers knees were pulled to his chest in a self soothing motion, and ethan’s arm wrapped around the ball of spencer in his lap. Spencer also had his arms wrapped tightly around ethan’s waist, white knuckle gripping the back of his sweatshirt.

spencer had never felt worth more than when he was with Ethan. Ethan saw him for more than a 187 IQ or a multiple degree nerd. To Ethan, spencer was a man who had humor, deep empathy, and so so much love to give.

And it was nights like these were sometimes spencer needed a little help remembering that.

after all, thats what best friends are for right?

by two am, spencers body didn’t have any more tears to cry. He was a tired cookie sinking into his best friend’s arms.

“i, im sorry,”

spencer sounded hesitant, voice still shaky and throat still frogged. Ethan only chuckled lightly to himself, causing spencers eyebrows to knit together slightly and his head to perk up from its place on the other boys shoulder at the sound.

“spencer you've nothin to be sorry for” ethan’s soothing drawl lulled spencers worries along with the bashful smile he held for the idiotic genius in front of him.

this caused a small smile to crawl its way onto spencers lips and a blush on his cheeks.

“everyone needs a lil’ reassurance sometimes- even geniuses like you spence,”

spence. only Ethan called him spence. spencer liked when ethan called him that. the only other person who had a nickname for him was his mother, and thats a whole other can of worms filled with mommy issues we dont have time for.

these reassuring words caused the aforementioned smile to grow on his lips a centimeter or two. Spencer had now raised his head to look directly at Ethan. Their faces were so close, they could feel each others breath warming the others’ lips.

Ethan couldn't help but let his eyes drift downwards to spencer’s pink lips, the moment getting the better of him. the young genius was too busy staring into ethan’s beautiful deep brown eyes.

the bearded man tentatively lifted a hand to spencers cheek. he cupped it gently, his thumb rubbing away the tear tracks littering spencers soft cheeks. Ethan could feel the heat rising to his already warm cheeks.

this caused spencer to smile a bit, his eyes crinkling slightly from joy and bashfulness. they reminded themselves of school girls, blushing and grinning for eachother.

Ethan leaned in closer without actually touching spencers face with his, if that was possible. though it was spencer who took the final leap to close the gap.

Spencers lips felt exactly how Ethan had imagined them for months, the kiss feeling electric as they danced. Ethan had been pining for his best friend for months, but this whole experience was new for spencer. He had never really kissed anyone, and he had never really imagined it being with a man. but it felt right. like so many things had just clicked into place and spencer felt at peace in ethan’s arms

finally pulling away air, they both grinned big bashful smiles at each other. “that was nice, i like doing that. i like kissing you.” Spencer the ever logical man of science stated them as facts, though the hearts in his eyes were far from logical.

“can i kiss you again?” Ethan phrased it more like a statement than a question, but the offer still stood. instead of a response, Ethan got a kiss, which i guess one could say is a response. this time neither was caught off guard, and they could enjoy it more.

spencer felt fireworks behind his eyes to say the least.

when the pair reluctantly pulled away for air again, Ethan couldn't help but stare into spencer blown, honey brown pupils. Thais caused spencer to blush, a warmth creeping up his cheeks, blending with the buzzing lingering on his lips left by ethan’s own lips.

“i like you, ethan, like a lot”

ethan chuckled a bit, not at spencers admittance, but at the fact he fel the need to say it. “oh really spence, we practically just made out. but for the record i like you to, like a lot” Ethan had a warm smile fas as he spoke, looking down at spencer, who was still resting the side of his head against ethan’s shoulder.

spencer blushed a little when Ethan called him out, but knew he only meant it lovingly. though lovingly was the only way ethan ever spoke to spencer.

Even before spencer collapsed into his arms crying when he came over to vent about classwork, even before Ethan comforted him with no hesitation, and even before they practically made out. which was why Ethan felt the need to support

“hey spence?”

“ya?”

“you know it’s okay that you kissed a guy, ive known i was into guys since freshman year, its okay.”

spencer looked down, fiddling with his fingers like he always did. Ethan took the opportunity to take spencers hands in his. “hey, honey, look at me, it’s okay.” spencer darted his eyes up to Ethan’s and he said with an obvious frog in his throat “its okay that I kissed you, its okay that im in love with you.”

ethan’s smile was warm at spencer’s words, and he placed a peck on his cheek. “thank you handsome, thats all i wanted to hear.” spencer was even more blushy at the pet name, leaning farther into ethan’s shoulder in the hopes of obscuring his face in the other boys sweater.

“you know if your in love with me, then i think that means we should be boyfriends, right?” Ethan had a playful tone, but the questions till stood.

“i think so too, boyfriend.” spencer spoke joyfully, a smile on his face as he placed one last kiss on his now boyfriends lips.

without any other words said the new couple laid down together. spencer laid with his back resting against his boyfriends chest as he curled in on himself.

Ethan took the opportunity as the big spoon to rest in face in spencers hair, the smell of his hair gel bringing comfort.

Spencer fell asleep to the sound of ethan’s breathing and the feeling of his boyfriend’s warmth against their skin. He felt like more than enough in ethan’s arms, in ethan’s embrace.

The End

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'Half in Love' by timeturners

Author: @timeturnerz

It’s Batman, the man with whom Clark is half in love.

“I won’t ask again,” says Batman.

Clark is deriving a lot of amusement from the fact that Batman doesn’t know that Clark is Superman. He feels giddy. This has never happened before, that Clark-as-a-civilian has run into Batman.

“I’m a journalist – my name’s Clark Kent and–”

“I know who you are,” Batman says shortly. “I asked what you’re doing. You’re supposed to be in hiding.”

“How do you know that?” asks Clark. “Did you run into Bruce?”

“He’s calling the police right now.”

“Good,” says Clark. “I need to find him and get us both to safety.”

Batman stares at him for a second. “He’s accounted for. It’s you whom I need to get to safety.”

[adudelolwriting]

"instead of fake dating, everyone is convinced that you aren’t actually dating" but with either brim or jam maybe? 👀👀 (last prompt absolutely gutted me btw it was SO good)

holy fuck i could have SWORN this was meant to be like 500 words. nope. another 1k oneshot . hopefully you'll enjoy :D this ones a lot sweeter than the other one (ask game here)

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Alex knew Brian and Tim were close. Brian is one of Alex's closest friends, and he knew about Tim a long while before he met the man. Alex first met him when Brian was 'auditioning' for the part of Brian, the main character in his film he was making. (Brian already had the part, in Alex's mind. Alex heavily based the character of his friend, and named the role after him.)

Don't get Alex wrong, Tim was an attractive man. He just… he wasn't Alex's type. He seemed very… nervous, talking to most people, his back stiff and arms crossed. Alex really only saw the man's guard get let down when he was off to the side, having a short, private chat with Brian. And Alex didn't think anything of it — why would he?

No, Alex was far more interested in his long term friend. He had talked to Jay, one time, when it was late into the night. They probably should have been asleep, but instead, Alex was talking about Brian. 

"It's just, he gives me the butterflies, like Amy used to," Alex said, laying on his back and staring at the popcorn ceiling of his room. 

"So you have a crush on him?" Jay asked, his head tilting to the side, like it always does when he was curious or interested in something. Alex shook his head, "no, I can't have one. I know he swings both ways, but he's my friend. I've known him almost as long as I've known you."

Jay chuckled, leaning back on his elbows, looking to Alex. "That doesn't mean much, dude. If he makes you feel like you felt for Amy, I think that's a pretty big sign," he smiles.

But Alex can't have a crush on Brian, right?

Yeah, the man makes his stomach flip, and pretty, and he makes Alex laugh, and…

Oh. 

Oh.

Alex had a crush on Brian.

Alex had a crush on Brian, and Jay was the one who helped him realize.

He let out a groan, blush blooming from his face as Alex tried to hide himself. Jay laughed at him, patting him on his shoulder. "Maybe you should ask him out. It looks like he feels the same for you too, dude."

"I just found out I liked him, I can't just — ask him out like that!" Alex huffed, voice muffled by his hands.

"Why not? Someone else might ask him out first! Imagine if like, he and Sarah got together," Jay laughed quietly, to which Alex groaned again, muttering a 'shut up' and throwing a pillow on him.

Some days have passed now, and Alex could only focus on the fact that he liked Brian. After shooting, Alex had made a plan to ask Brian — er, well, at least tell him. Maybe explain and hope production of Marble Hornets wouldn't be awkward if Alex explained why he couldn't look at Brian without getting flustered.

Once filming for the day was done, Brian and Tim were talking quietly as Seth put the camera away, and Sarah and Jay talked. It was a pretty full day, with all of the crew around. (Sarah even decided to stay and watch after her scenes were done!)

Alex walked over to Brian and Tim, and their conversation pauses as he got closer. "Hey man! What's up?" Brian asks. 

"Could I talk to you for a moment? Uh, privately?" Alex asked, and he felt his blush already starting to rise. Brian looks back to Tim, who simply shrugged. 

"Yeah, of course. Lead the way!" Brian smiled, and god, was the man pretty. Alex shook his head. The two walked a bit further from the set — out of earshot of everyone else. "Uh, I'm not in trouble or anything, right? Not firing me or anything?" Brian laughs, putting an easy smile on Alex's face.

"No, no. Nothing of the sort. It's, uh…" Alex paused, as if thinking of the words of his scrambled brain. "It's more… personal, I guess."

Brian's eyebrows tilt in concern. "Is everything okay?" 

"Yeah — It's, yeah." Alex took a deep breath. "Brian, I — I like you." 

His face must be so red. He can't make eye contact, instead staring down into the grass. The silence washes over them, and god, Alex ruined everything, didn't he?

"Oh my god," Brian giggles after a second, which felt like an eternity, "God, Alex, I like you too. Did you really not pick up any of the signs?"

"You… what?" Alex feels like his brain broke. Brian liked him too? Brian had been leaving signs?

"Yeah man!" Brian grinned. "I've liked you, for like, forever now. You never did anything so I didn't think you liked me back."

Alex laughs at himself. Of course. "Ah, in that case… are you free this weekend..?"

"Alex Kralie, are you asking me out on a date?" 

"If you could be inclined to join me, then… yes?" 

"I would love to. I'll have to ask Tim, to see if he's okay with it." Huh? "We've talked briefly about it, but I'll have to double check if we can get serious, too."

"What?" Alex asked. "Why — Why do you have to ask Tim?" 

Brian's eyebrows now curl in confusion. "Because… me and Tim are dating?"

"What?"

Brian giggles, breath whistling quietly from the gap in his teeth. "Me and Tim have been together for like, two or three years!"

"And you — you didn't tell anyone?" Embarrassment and shame flushes through Alex. He asked out a taken man. 

"We… we did, didn't we?" Brian says, seemingly to himself. "I thought we did. Was it not obvious? I've literally gushed about him for hours."

"I just— I thought you guys were friends — Sorry, I should go—" Alex was about to turn around and leave, but Brian took his hand into his own.

"Hey, dude, it's fine. I'm poly, y'know? I have two hands. I like you too, did you just forget that?" Brian giggles lightly. "Please don't run away from me 'cause of this, Alex. I'm like, ninety-nine percent sure Tim's okay with this."

They talked it out, talked to Tim, and everything was okay. 

And, well, besides.

Brian does have two hands for a reason.

[artsy0wl]

Champion Night Terrors

Another attempt at Truerivalshipping (leonxRaihan/Leohan). This time a little angstier.

CW for light violence/abuse. Link to it on AO3 at the end.

“I thought we were making progress. He was eating, and he was starting to smile again. He’s been sleeping through the night and finally remembering that he is safe.”

Raihan pinched the bridge of his nose, eyes tightly closed. His free hand tightly clenched the mug in his hand, shaking. Across from him sat Leon’s mother. Worn eyes watch Raihan, listening to him with patience and attentiveness.

His visit, though unexpected, was welcomed. And his concerns heartfelt. And given who his concerns were for, she couldn’t be more appreciative.

“It’s not your fault.” She assured as her hand lightly held his.

“I know,” Raihan released the bridge of his nose, letting his hand rest, “but last night he woke up again screaming and crying.” He shook his head. “Something’s going on in that fuzzy head of his and he refused to tell me.”

“He doesn’t want to worry.” Leon’s mom stated, knowing that all too well.

He shrugged. “Unfortunately, it’s too late for that, mama champ. I’m worried sick.”

There was a pause. One long enough for the sound of the door opening and closing to sound off. Picking the mug up with both hands, Raihan took a sip of coffee.

“Ma, I’m home!” Hop’s voiced greeted as footsteps honed in on the kitchen. “Is everything alright? Why is…” Realizing Raihan was in the kitchen with his mom, Hop’s demeanor shifted. “Oh! Hey Raihan.”

“Hey, Hop.” Raihan greeted. “It’s good to see you.”

Hop smiled then looked to his mom. “Is Lee okay?” He inquired. “He always said he hated sleeping on the couch because it was too firm.”

His mom smiled, comfortingly. “He’s alright. You know you’re brother. Runs himself ragged when left unchecked. Leon’s just a little under the weather and Raihan wanted some tips.”

“Oh… okay.” He looked to Raihan as he headed for the stairs. “He likes lavender tea. He likes the smell of it and it always makes him happy.”

Raihan smirked, appreciating the suggestion. “I’ll keep that in mind.” He watched as Hop went up the stairs, only turning to face the boy’s mother when he heard the door close. “Is it okay to lie to him like that?”

“He worries about Leon enough as is.” She noted. “And I think I speak for all of us when I say Leon wouldn’t want Hop to worry about this.”

“You’re not wrong. It just doesn’t feel right.”

“I appreciate the concern, but if Hop does find out, that should be up to Leon.” Raihan gave her a resigned and understanding nod. “Now, you said you might have a theory.”

“Right.” He readjusted his position. “So… it seems like this started up after Rose tried to trigger the Darkest Day. Between that and his loss, I thought that maybe he was just having a hard time processing the emotional stress. However, last nights night terror sparked after watching the court case and former chairman Rose yelling at the judge. Leon flinched when he did. So I suspect there’s something more sinister to Rose than I previously thought.” He paused, leaning forward. “He was sponsored by Rose, yeah? Do you know if he ever got… aggressive with Leon?”

Eyes curiously moved around as Leon’s mother thought for a moment. She tried to recall whatever she could about the sponsorship and Leon’s journey to becoming a Campion. She folded her arms as one hand rested beneath her chin.

“If he was I never saw it.” She admitted. “Nor did Leon ever say anything about it. During Rose’s sponsorship him, Leon always appeared happy. He still carries that demeanor to this day. And Rose always seemed kind to Leon until recently.” She nodded at the memory. “He treated Leon like his own son. Praised him for his hard work, stating how Leon was just the champion Galar needed.” Her head tilted. “If he did do anything, I could never read the signs, which I’d deeply regret never realizing. Rose never gave me a reason to suspect…”

A frightened whimper echoed from the other room, silencing her statement. The dragon specialist felt a chill go down his spine as another, slightly louder, whimper emerge. Raihan jumped from his chair running to the living room. Leon’s mom wasn’t too far behind, stopping at the doorway, watching in panic as Raihan helped her son.

Leon’s body was tightly curled, despite it’s anxious shaking. His eyes were tightly shut, tears forming. Approaching the couch, Raihan shuffled around. He sat Leon up as he sat on the couch and pulled the champion on his lap. Arms wrapped around Leon as Raihan’s hand rested on the back of Leon’s head, gently stroking purple hair.

“Leon, it’s okay.” Raihan whispered. “You’re safe.”

Shaking his head unconsciously, Leon hissed. Low mumbling escaped Leon. Scrambled jumbling of what sounded like words. Leon unconsciously thrashed in Raihan’s grip, letting out a fearful cry.

Raihan said nothing, holding Leon tight. He didn’t care if he got hurt, knowing that if he let go of Leon, the man would unintentionally hurt himself. A scream escaped Leon then a gasp as he regained consciousness.

Wide amber eyes scanned the room, confused and anxious. His mind slowly started to collect itself as Leon realized he was home. And as he focused on his mother, his eyes started to water as he realized he had frightened her.

“I’m sorry.” Leon apologized, covering his eyes.

Leon’s mother let out a soft sigh, lightly smiling. “It’s okay, honey.” She sat down on the couch. “Everything’s going to be okay.”

“But I’m the… champion. I can’t be afraid. And I’m certainly not supposed to cry.”

Leon felt his body being constricted as Raihan tightened his embrace. “Leon, if you think we care about that, you’re wrong. Champion or not, you’re human like the rest of is. You’re allowed to show emotion.”

“But-“

The sound of a door swinging open alarmed the trio. Leon’s head bobbed trying to locate the sound. His mother was the first to realize it came from upstairs.

“Mom?!” Hop shouted as he started moving.

Horrified that Hop possibly witnessed any of this, Leon frantically looked between Raihan and his mother. She and Raihan exchanged glances. She got up, heading for the stairs.

“Everything’s alright, Hop!” She replied as she walked up the stairs.

There was a moment of agonizing silence until they no longer heard Hop or the duo’s mother. Shoulder’s deflated as Leon leaned into Raihan. The smell of bonfires, soothing him slightly.

“I’m sorry, Raihan.” Leon apologized.

“You don’t need to apologize.” Raihan stated, brushing bangs off of Leon’s face. “I just… I’m just… Leon, I’m worried about you. I want to help you, but I feel like you're shutting me out.”

Sitting up, Leon looked up at Raihan, guilty and scared. “I didn’t mean to make you feel that way. I just don’t want to worry you by burdening you with my stupid trauma.”

A hand clasped the side of Leon’s face. “I AM worried! You’re not a burden. And your trauma is not stupid.” Raihan gently kissed Leon’s forehead. “Please… let me help you.”

Taking a deep breath, Leon shuffled off of Raihan’s lap. Sitting on his knees, Leon sat on the ground in front of his boyfriend. Amber eyes refused to acknowledge Raihan. Not even when Raihan joined him on the floor. Fists clenched on Leon’s lap, as he tried to find the right words.

Raihan watched him in silence, not planning to force a response out of Leon.

“I thought he was a good man.” Leon stated. “He saw potential in me and thought I would go far.”

Leon stumbled back, a fresh bruise forming on his cheek. His Charmeleon ran over to him, concerned. Leon tried not to react, but his shock and pain were undeniable. He winced, looking at Chairman Rose for answers.

“You got cocky.” Rose lectured.

”I won, didn’t I?”

“Only after you nearly caused your Axew to faint against a Hatterene. You know Fairy types beat it.” He approached Leon with disappointment and annoyance. “Then you got in a fight with that trainer all because you let his insults get to you.”

”He called me a shit trainer and a waste of space.”

Rose’s voice raised. “I don’t care! He could have said you smelled like a Skuntank for all I care. Champions do not let crash words get to them. I’m very disappointed in you.”

Leon gasped, faltering. His shoulders slumped and he took a few steps back. Holding back the urge to scream, he bit his tongue. Rose’s demeanor shifted, softening with a smile. Approaching Leon, he pat his head.

“I’m sorry, Leon.” He apologized. “You have to realize that the world is watching and I’d hate to see you’re reputation sour. Especially this soon. So takes this as a lesson in how to be humble.”

Hands clenched Leon’s pant legs. “I was only sixteen and he hit me like I was a grown man. It was the first time he hit me, but not the last.”

Raihan leaned towards Leon, hands holding Leon’s. Amber eyes gazed at Raihan, holding back tears.

“There’s more.” Leon admitted as one of Raihan’s hands held his arm.

“You don’t have to-“

“Please… I need to tell you. I need to let this go.”

Bruised hands slammed on a locked closet door. How long had he been in there? Minutes? Hours? Days?

“Let me out!” Leon shouted.

He was terrified. Tears streaking down his face. Leon lost a battle. The first in since he started his journey.

“You need to learn that your actions have consequences.” Rose stated from the other side. “I hate punishing you, Leon, but after today, I might have been wrong in sponsoring you.”

Footsteps shuffled, leaving Leon alone on the dark. The sounds of screams echoing behind him.

“He left me in there for so long, multiple times.” Leon recalled, holding back tears. “He wanted me to learn to ‘overcome the solitude’ I would face as a Champion. But I was afraid. So very afraid.”

Thumbs lightly rubbed tears away as Raihan’s hands cupped Leon’s face. “You don’t have to tell me anymore.” Raihan whispered, heart aching for Leon.

Hands grabbed Raihan’s wrists. “One last confession.” Leon pleased. “For me. Please. I can’t hold onto it anymore.”

He did it. He finally did it. Leon was now the Champion. Yet, everything was not as it seemed. Something off.

Leon had lost weight. Though he had muscle, he was leaner than he should be. His attire was neat and and his stance was confident. Yet, his smile, warm and welcoming, hid exhaustion and pain.

Retiring to his hotel room, Leon cleaned up. Washing his face, a bruise and scratch on his cheek emerged from their concealer shield. Dark circles rimmed his eyes as he sighed.

“You did wonderful out there.” Rose applauded, entering his room with a spare key. “The crowd loves you.”

“Mhm.”

Leon continued on. He wasn’t meaning to come off as standoffish. He was just tired from the celebratory ceremony.

SMACK

Leon yelped, stepping back as the scratch on his face started bleeding. Amber eyes flashed, dilated as they watched Rose. Hands grabbed him, shaking him violently.

“Don’t you dare ignore me, young man.” Rose lectured. “I made you. You are nothing without me.”

“I’m sorry.” Leon apologized, his voice weak and tears forming. His cheek stung as he was hit again then went numb.

“And don’t you dare cry. Champions don’t cry. Smile!” Fearful, Leon listened. “Good. Now, freshen up. The dinner starts in thirty minutes.”

He pushed Leon back, throwing him against the wall. A light thud could be heard as Leon’s head lightly bounced off it. Leon leaned forward, face hidden beneath hair as his gaze fell to the ground. Rose left him there, opening the door. He looked back at Leon with disgust.

“What do you have to say, young man?” All Rose heard was a mumble. “Speak up!”

“Thank you.” Leon softly replied.

“You’re welcome. Now wear that red suit and you better happy when I come back.”

Rose slammed the door behind him and left. Leon, now alone, slid down and sat on the floor. Curling up, he hugged his legs, silently crying.

“I couldn’t say anything.” Leon admitted though tears. “He was right. Without his sponsorship, I wouldn't be where I am today.” A choked gasp escaped him. “I may have pretended to be happy for my safety at times, but I was genuinely happy about becoming the Champion.” Shaking his head, Leon looked away. “He’s been there for me since the beginning and I admired him. I couldn’t just forget years of kindness because he hurt me.”

Leon was now sobbing. Choked cries scratched his throat and heavy tears flooded his sight. His body shook like a branch in the wind. Fear bleed from Leon, finally releasing buried violent memories.

Arms wrapped around Leon, pulling him close. Blue eyes closed as Raihan held Leon tight. He said nothing, knowing nothing he could say would help. Leon buried his face in Raihan’s jacket, wrapping his arms around Raihan.

His mind wandered processing what he had just learned. All of the abuse Leon endured under the guise of a smile. How bad it must have gotten. An image of Rose drawing blood because he was annoyed… strict… downright abusive. It made Raihan’s blood boil.

But Raihan couldn’t worry about that now. Now with Leon in this state. Resting on Leon’s head, Raihan took in the scent of vanilla and lavender. He gently rocked back and forth in an attempt to soothe Leon. His frame lightly vibrated as Raihan began humming.

Once Leon calmed down, Raihan loosened his grip. Instead of backing up, Leon stayed put, latching onto Raihan like a Mankey to a tree. He melted as Raihan ran his hand through Leon’s hair.

“Do you want to press charges?” Raihan inquired.

Leon shook his head. “He’s already been arrested. Even if it wasn’t for what he did for me, he’s already being punished. And I still believe that there’s a good man in there somewhere.”

Though he did not agree, Raihan nodded, respecting Leon’s choice. “What about therapy? For you I mean.”

Leon rested his head on Raihan’s shoulder. “Mhm. Not today, but I’d like to soon. Could you help me?”

“Of course. I might have a recommendation or two that’ll suit you.”

Leon nodded, closing his eyes. He hummed a little, comfortable and relieved. Exhausted too.

Thinking back to how he felt, now with a clearer head, Raihan sighed. ”He’s never going to hurt you again.” He promised. “If he even thinks about getting near you, I’ll kill him.”

Leon smiled. “Thank you, my little Axew, but that won’t be necessary.”

“We’ll see about that.”

Leon shifted slightly, kissing Raihan’s cheek. “Right now, I think we could use a vacation. You think we can go to Sinnoh? I hear they have this fancy restaurant where people like to double battle and I think you’ll like Cynthia. She has a Garchomp and knows all the best ice cream shops.”

Raihan chuckled. “Sure. Why not?” He softly kissed Leon. “But first, you need to get some sleep and set up a therapy session.”

“Deal.”

~

When it had gotten too quiet too long, Hop and his mom went downstairs. They hoped Leon and Raihan hadn’t left. Or didn’t get into a fight.

Turning into the living room, Hop’s mother smiled, chuckling. Raihan and Leon were sprawled out on the ground, fast asleep. Leon’s head was resting on Raihan’s chest, purple hair wildly covering the ground. Raihan, meanwhile, had one hand wrapped around Leon’s waist and the other on Raihan’s stomach.

Hop, having ran back upstairs for a moment, entered the room with two blankets. His mither joined, taking a blanket and unfolding it. Once unfolded, they covered the sleeping duo. Neither awoke, unconsciously shifting slightly under the blankets.

Knowing they weren’t going anywhere, Hop and his mom let them be. Whatever happened, it would seem that Raihan had helped, and Leon on the mend. And for that, that deserved the rest.

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He takes the final step, lifts the lantern to flood the empty station with light, and sees a man laying on his stable floor.

He’s brunette, sweating, breathing unsteadily. There’s blood wiped messily on his forehead, down his neck. Half laying, half sitting up against the stack of haybales Buck keeps at the bottom of this station, he’s got one bloody hand pressed to his right thigh, which is caked with crimson. His other hand rests wearily on the Colt that’s tucked into the waistband of his pants.

Gale’s heart jumps, he wishes suddenly that he really did have a rifle, but when the man sees that Buck’s unarmed he raises the hand slowly, in a shaky surrender.

-

“You got a name?” Buck asks, in an attempt to distract.

The stranger swallows and takes a deep breath. “Bucky.”

Buck almost pauses in his work. He scoffs and shakes his head. “I’ll be damned.”

“Why’s that?”

“People call me Buck.”

Bucky huffs out a pained laugh, which quickly devolves into a groan. When he’s finished, he says, “Goddamn fate.”

-

The one where where stablehand Gale finds outlaw John “Bucky” Egan bleeding out in his stables.

the western masters of the air fic that nobody asked for. this is entirely self indulgent and i hope u all enjoy

[bulbagarden]

we're running a shipping one-shot fanfiction contest over on our forums! signups end on march 31, and we have quite a few categories for entrants to be winners in -- both romantic and platonic ships are accepted! winners get free reviews and possibly other prizes, and go in our writers' workshop hall of fame!! i (lisia) am helping run the event, and blanc and i are going to try and participate, so come join us if you'd like...! hope to see you there o7

[g00-b0y]

Alrighty so I've never posted a fic on here but I'm going to give it a go! This one's going to be a one shot maybe? I started a second chapter but I think it works well as a stand alone. It's TicciJack so if you do not like ships just scroll past.

They are my ADHD x Autism fav your honor

Jack walked through the woods slowly, his feet dragging through the fallen leaves. None of his usual carefulness was present as he stomped home. The sound of leaves crunching under him annoyed him immensely, but he didn’t have the energy to avoid them. He glared down at the leaf covered earth, as if it was the fault of the leaves for his bad mood.

Today had been particularly stressful, he hadn't been able to complete his task for the day and he'd have to double up on work tomorrow. His mood worsened with every step, every noise making anger boil up inside of him. He groaned and stopped walking, pulling his hair back into a thick ponytail to keep it out of his face.

He stood for a few seconds, closing his eyes and letting the cool fall breeze flow over him. His chest rose slowly as he took deep breaths, calming himself. He just needs to calm down before he gets home.

Jack plopped down onto the ground, hearing the crunch of leaves under him. Everything was too much today. He just wanted to be home, taking a shower in silence while all his worries washed off. But, Toby was there. Jack loved Toby with all his heart, but he knew he’d be all over him when he got home. Pretty much every other day, that was fine, but today he wasn’t prepared for all the stimulation.

No, it wasn’t Toby’s fault he had a bad day and he wasn’t going to take it out on him. He tried to relax, listening to the wind around him and the small noises of birds chirping and leaves rustling in the trees. This is nice, Jack loves nature and being outdoors, there’s no need to be angry at the birds and leaves for just existing.

After a few minutes of sitting, he pushed himself up and stood. Some of his annoyance had subsided, and he just really wanted to be home.

He continued the trek home, his mind drifting and wandering off to the mistakes he had made today. After a while, he and Toby's cabin came into view, the small worn down house blending into the trees around it, nearly invisible if you weren't looking for it.

It was dark brown, it had been made out of the trees around it to blend in better. Vines and moss had started to grow along the sides, as well as some poison ivy Jack kept forgetting to take care of. There were a few flowers planted sporadically around the house, not in any particular pattern. Those were Toby's, he had a special interest in gardening and had even started growing fruits and vegetables in the backyard. Jack couldn't eat any of the food he grew but he thought it was a cute hobby. Jack walked up and slowly opened the front door, looking around the living room for Toby. The house was oddly quiet for Toby being home. He was probably out in his back garden.

“Toby? You home?” Jack called into the house, hanging his bag and mask on the coat rack. He was greeted by an echo of his own voice calling back to him. Toby must be in the backyard, Jack concluded. He brushed the dirt off his pants and walked to the backdoor. The floor creaked beneath him as he walked. This was going to be an incredibly long evening.

He walked into the backyard and there he was, Toby. His neck jerked slightly to the side and he let out a loud sharp whistle. A smile crept onto Jack’s face, Toby was here and everything was going to be okay. He walked to his… friend. He walked over to Toby and sat beside him. The two looked at each other, a large smile taking over his face as he plopped down next to Jack, having previously been squatting while tending his veggies.

“Hey.” Toby said simply, looking up at Jack as he tried to hide the smile on his face.

“Hey.” Jack replied, watching Toby twist tomatoes off the plant. Toby hummed quietly, the two sitting together in mostly quiet as they just enjoyed each other’s company. Jack held his hands out and held the vegetables that Toby harvested. The two walked into the house, Toby telling Jack about his day as he began to work on his dinner.

“How wa-was work?” Toby asked, glancing at him. His neck jerked to the side and he smiled at Jack. Jack’s stomach dropped a little. He had almost forgotten about his failure today. He would have to break the news to Toby that he would have to be gone all day tomorrow, probably late into the night. He let out an involuntary sigh, seemingly peeking Toby’s interest. “What happened?” he asked, turning around fully and looking up at Jack.

“I, umm, I was unsuccessful.” Jack sighed. He stared at the ground and frowned, Toby was going to be pissed. They were only allowed to stay here if they both completed their work for the faceless thing keeping them imprisoned in these woods. He braced for the yelling and stared at the ground, incredibly ashamed of his failure.

“I’m so-suh-sorry to hear that, you want me to cuh-cook suh-some-something for you?” he asked. Not a hint of anger in his voice. Jack took a second to calm himself, Toby isn’t like that, Toby doesn’t yell at him.

“I…yea, that would be nice.” Jack nodded, meeting his eye and giving him a small smile. Toby nodded and pulled out another pan, Jack scrambled to grab some of his canned organs from the fridge. He handed the mason jar to Toby and watched as he started to cook them. They two stood in the kitchen silently for the rest of the cooking of the meal. Jack picked at his fingers and stood closer to Toby, glancing at him and watching him switch between pans. He added spices and veggies, seemingly not thinking about any of it as he threw it in.

“Why don’t you ch-cha-change out of your s-sm-sm-smelly work clothes.” Toby suggested lightly, knowing Jack must have forgotten after coming home. Jack nodded and walked to their bedroom, changing while Toby finished up dinner.

They reconvened in the living room. They called it a living room, but it was really just an old busted up couch that Toby had put in the effort to fix by adding patches wherever the stuffing had started to creep out of the seams. There were a few posters up on the wall, but neither of them had wanted to go through the effort of finding a television. Even if they did manage to find one, they’d have to barter with Ben to get the thing running well enough to be worth the effort. Neither of them particularly wanted to go through the exhausting challenge of finding something the spector would find worth it’s while. They knew the ghost was just a lonely kid who adored attention, but neither of them had the energy to deal with it on a regular basis. So instead they allowed Ben to pester Jeff instead of drawing it’s attention too often.

Together they sat on the couch, Toby practically on Jack’s lap as they ate in silence. Jack had not noticed, but Toby had obviously picked up on his mood and decided to keep most comments inside his head for the night. After they finished Toby took the plates to the sink, washing them up and humming to himself. Jack loved when Toby hummed, sang, anything musical. Jack had a very hard time carrying a tune, not having a musical bone in his body. But Toby? Toby could replicate almost anything with his voice, and somehow translate that to his busted up old guitar he insisted on keeping.

Jack stood and walked to the kitchen, watching Toby as he washed. It was hypnotizing. Toby had a certain way he did everything, especially cleaning. Jack occasionally tried to help, but he could never manage to do it the way Toby wanted it done, so he just watched instead. Toby never got angry when he messed up cleaning, but he could tell it made Toby anxious for some reason. After Toby finished cleaning, he washed his hands thoroughly. They walked to their bathroom together, neither of them needing to ask the other. This is simply what they did every night. They would have dinner, Toby would clean, and they’d shower together.

They undressed and got into the shower together. Toby stood in front of Jack, hogging all the water as Jack shivered. Jack simply rolled his non-existent eyes and started to wash Toby’s hair for him. Toby sang quietly, making up the words and notes as he went. Toby turned and looked up at Jack, but did not wash his hair in return. Jack did not need his hair cleaned as often as Toby as his hair was a different type. When his hair did need to be cleaned they would set aside an entire afternoon for Toby to clean and restyle Jack’s hair however he wanted. At first he was not very good at the styling part, but he had grown better after time and many YouTube videos.

They got out and dried off, talking quietly as they walked to their bedroom. Toby dressed in his boxers and laid on their bed. He fidgeted and squirmed as Jack got dressed. Jack eventually crawled into bed next to Toby and they assumed their cuddling positions. Jack laid on his side and had his legs up halfway to his chest. Toby laid on his back right next to him and laid his legs overtop of Jack’s. Toby scooted as close as he could to Jack and hummed. Jack told Toby about his failure to complete his work that day, his voice staying even and factual the entire time. Even if he wanted nothing more than to crawl out of his own skin. Toby nodded and listened, the only noises he made being the occasional whistle.

“It’s alright Jack. Maybe I’ll come help you tomorrow?” he suggested, tucking his head up under Jack's chin and closing his eyes. Jack froze. Toby was never this touchy, not that he minded. Toby only really wanted to be held when something was wrong, normally he insisted on holding the much larger man. Jack loved holding Toby though, so he did not comment. Instead he closed his eyes too. He played with Toby’s hair gently and slowly fell to sleep.

[stardustluvs]

I would love to see a Karl x Foolish fanfic where Karl is riding Foolish’s thigh while he plays video games. Maybe Karl was in the mood in the middle of Foolish playing some games, so they compromise!

Almost Caught - Karl X Foolish

MDNI

Word Count: 1,045

Pairing: Karl Jacobs x Foolish (established)

Summary: Karl gets himself worked up over fanart, it’s too bad his boyfriend is busy playing games with his friends…or…is it?

Warnings: NSFW, Thigh riding, Almost getting caught, Foolish referred to as Noah, Punz is also mentioned/referred to as Luke

Author’s Note: I adore this request and had SO much fun writing it!

Requests are open! || masterlist

Karl groaned as he scrolled on his phone in bed. He’d been mindlessly liking fanart on twitter for like half an hour now. A lot of him and his friends, and a lot of him and his boyfriend.

His fans were creative, to say the least. They were so very talented. He hadn’t realized how long he must’ve been scrolling because he started to find fanart from accounts that he otherwise probably wouldn’t have paid close attention to.

NSFW fanart accounts.

These accounts had taken time and effort into making absolute masterpieces of him and his friends. He couldn’t help but cringe a little at some of the “ships” that people had come up with, drawing him in sexual relationships with people he’d never even pictured in that sort of light before.

Then, there was the art that featured him and Noah.

Even some complete accounts dedicated to NSFW art of the two of them.

Karl knew it wasn’t necessarily weird for him to look through it, for fucks sake they’re dating, but it gave him such a feeling of excitement.

His mind created little stories to go with each piece of lewd fanart that he scrolled past. He hadn’t even realized how much this affected him until he was subconsciously grinding against a pillow he had been mindlessly cuddling.

“Fuck..” He cursed under his breath, the pillow not providing nearly enough to what he so desperately needed.

He looked at his phone again, switching apps to text Noah.

“Are you busy?”

He stared at the phone screen for what felt like at eternity.

“Playing val with Luke, why?”

Karl rolled his eyes, unsatisfied with this answer.

“Need you.”

Waiting…

“Come here then.”

That provided a rush that was sent through his body quickly, excitement filled his head as he stood up to go to the other room, where he would be able to hopefully find relief.

Upon entering the room, he could see his boyfriend sitting at his computer. He wasn’t streaming, thank God.

But, he was on a discord call. He muted himself and turned to Karl, beckoning him over. Karl obeyed and walked over to Noah who pulled him down onto his lap.

“You can use my leg to get off, but you have to be quiet,” Noah said softly, even though he was muted on his call anyway.

Karl let out a shaky breath at the realization that Noah wasn’t going to get off of his call. He would continue playing with his friends, with their friends, who would have no idea of what was happening on this end of the call.

It gave Karl an even bigger feeling of excitement. He nodded as he adjusted himself against his boyfriend’s thigh.

Noah waited a moment for Karl to get comfortable before unmuting on his call.

“Sorry, I’m back,” He said, resuming his gameplay as though nothing had happened.

Karl started to grind down against his boyfriend's thigh. He set a steady pace for himself, trying his best to keep quiet.

How on earth Noah was able to continue playing like nothing was going on was beyond Karl.

Karl sped up a little bit, his hands moved up to rest behind the other’s neck, playing with his hair softly.

In his head he had silently been begging for Noah to just fuck him, whether he muted his call or not, he just wanted him, so fucking bad.

He’d listen as he would bicker with Punz over something that had happened in their game, not that Karl was paying attention to that or anything, too focused on trying to get off to care what anybody was saying.

Noah pushed his leg up ever so slightly into Karl, helping him gain just the slightest bit of more friction.

Karl couldn’t help the whine that left his mouth. One of Noah’s hands moved from his keyboard to grab one side of Karl’s waist, holding him in place slightly, also as a warning that he needed to be quiet.

“What the fuck was that?” Karl could hear the question through Noah’s headphones.

It should’ve been terrifying, but God, it made him wanna be louder.

“What was what?” Noah asked, giving Karl a bit of a look before putting his hand back to his keyboard to resume playing.

Karl could hear the confusion in Luke’s voice though muffled and quiet.

Thankfully, the conversation passed and it had been forgotten…until Karl made another noise.

This time might’ve been just a tad more on purpose than the first time. Noah was starting to get worried at how suspicious Luke had to have gotten, trying his best to play everything off as best he could.

That’s when Karl had a bit of a fun idea, he grabbed a little at Noah’s hair and pulled.

“Shit-” Noah groaned, accidentally.

“Bro what the fuck are you doing?” Luke laughed.

Karl couldn’t help but giggle softly to himself. He knew he was being a bit of a problem, that was the fun part. He started to grind down harder into his thigh, his breath catching as he got closer to his release.

The way Noah was unable to give an adequate answer to Luke had to have been madly suspicious, and Karl, knowing he was the reason, was absolutely obsessed.

"I'm not doing anything," He lied through shaky breaths, his hands leaving his keyboard once more to grab Karl's waist.

He helped Karl grind against his thigh, having to bite down on his lip to keep from making any noises. There was just something about seeing Karl in this sort of light…

“I’ve gotta go, talk later,” He said quickly before hurriedly leaving the discord call and pushing his focus completely onto Karl.

“Mm..fu-uck,” Karl whined now that the coast was clear.

His noises became more frequent and high pitched right before he came, riding out his high.

When he calmed down, he leaned against Noah, catching his breath.

“You’re gonna get me in so much trouble one day,” He mumbled, thanking god that he was able to leave the discord call when he did.

“Mm… ‘s okay, I can help you now though…” Karl grinned, getting up off Noah’s lap and on his knees.

Thank god he left that discord call.

[groovygladiatorsheep]

Lucky is she, who lives unaware !!

Have some “The Cherub and The Cursed” art <33 TCTC is a fic by me on ao3 !! I started writing it again :3

It’s not fair, until you find out Dream isn’t as unaware as you’d like to think.

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𖥸 Credits !

Dream belongs to Joku

This Dream and TCTC belongs to me !!

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[yo-ye]

Ok sooo recently I got into the BakuDeku ship and oh my god they are so adorable and just understand each other, my boys 😭. Does anyone have any good, cute, fluffy and somewhat angsty fan-fiction recommendations? Please help a bro out.

Edit: I don’t want any smut, zero

[allzelemonz]

At His Lowest: Dutch Van der Linde X Micah Bell

Fictober Prompt: Day 19, Exhibitionism Pairing Type: M/M Rating: E/Smut Warnings: Exhibitionism, epilogue setting, power dynamics, dom/sub undertones, anal fingering, anal sex, bottom Micah/top Dutch, mentions of past grief, Dutch is not mentally healthy Summary: Now that Dutch has reunited with Micah, he has an opportunity he should have taken years ago.

Watching Micah be in charge of a gang is strange for Dutch. The sniveling little rat that used to follow him around with such a bootlicking demeanor walking around with his own authority doesn’t quite seem right. To top it off, his style of leading his gang reminds Dutch a little too much of Colm. Dutch always knew Micah wasn’t exactly the type of man that he is, not the type to surround himself with a family and instead only picking up people that are useful.

And it all kind of makes him regret his decisions.

But he is not the kind of man that would admit that. No, he digs a deeper hole. He is very much still Dutch Van der Linde, a ruthless outlaw and force to be reckoned with. But most of all, he likes to think himself a mentor. And Micah could damn well do with a lesson in leadership.

When he finds Micah lounging about, just like he used to with his guns keeping his hands busy, Dutch approaches slowly. He knows Micah can be the jumpy type, especially these days, so he eases into the other man’s space.

“Mister Bell, how are you?”

Micah looks up at him, putting his gun away to give Dutch his full attention. Still the little suck up he used to be. “Just fine, Dutchy… ya settlin’ in?”

When Micah had written to him, offering a plan to retrieve the money from all those years ago in Blackwater, Dutch had been skeptical but he accepted. In the time they’ve been scheming, Micah seems to be proud to show off his little gang to his old boss.

“I’m settled fine.” Dutch says, leaning against the table in front of Micah. “Though I have noticed a few things about you, Micah.”

Micah smirks up at him. “Aw, what’s that?”

Dutch leans down, close enough to whisper in Micah’s ear, and the other man doesn’t move, accepting the proximity. “You are a lousy leader, Mister Bell.”

Before the younger man can speak, Dutch knocks his hat off his head to get at his now short hair. He always thought Micah looked better with those long, greasy blond locks, something much easier to grab. Of course, Dutch would be a fool to think Micah hadn’t aged well. He’s still handsome in that degenerate way that actually made Dutch consider using him to get over losing Hosea. He never did of course, he hadn’t gone that crazy. But now, as he pulls at Micah’s graying hair to make him look up, he might have finally lost it completely.

“You want your men to follow you, it can’t be out a’ fear.” Dutch whispers, watching Micah’s admittedly pretty blue eyes search his face. “They have to have faith even when they’ve seen you at your lowest.”

“C-Course, boss.”

Micah hasn’t called him that in years. The title goes straight through his ears and down to his dick. Micah’s still a little suck up, eager to please as ever.

“I do mean your lowest, Micah.” Dutch smiles, his other hand brushing fingers over Micah’s beard. “Do as I say.”

Micah nods lightly, as much as Dutch’s hold allows him to. His eyes shine like they used to and Dutch is reminded of the time Micah stumbled out a compliment that made him blush as red as that shirt he used to wear. Perhaps Dutch should have done this all those years ago when Micah offered it to him, fucking the little weasel might’ve cleared his head enough to kill him.

Dutch pulls Micah up by his collar and in his guidance, Micah acts so small. It gives Dutch that power trip he usually enjoys from chasing those half his age, Micah manages it despite not being too much younger. With a hand on the small of his back, Dutch leads Micah closer to the busier part of camp. He stops him just in front of the campfire, his mind swimming with all the things he could do. There aren’t many of the gang around, just a few in the distance, but Dutch has no doubt they’ll see everything.

He winds his hand around Micah’s waist until he can palm at the man’s surprisingly hard dick. “Do you want this?”

Micah shudders under his hands, trying to laugh like the cocky bastard he usually is. “I do, Dutchy.”

“Put yourself over the log like a good boy.”

Micah all but scrambles, seemingly uncaring about the inevitability of his gang watching him getting fucked over a leg. Before Micah situates himself, Dutch tugs his pants off with his boots and leaves Micah exposed. At this point, Dutch can feel the eyes. Micah has slumped himself over the log, leaving his ass propped up a bit. Dutch wastes no time, sticking his fingers in his mouth for a moment before getting straight to work. He always thought Micah would be noisy given how much the man talks, he just never quite thought it would be whimpers that sound so sweet and pathetic.

Dutch holds Micah still by the hip as his fingers delve inside and stretch him open. The eyes on them practically burn into his skin, but that is the goal. Micah is far too guarded to let anyone see weakness without incentive and for a gang to be strong, they need to have true respect that can carry weakness. Really, he’s doing the little sycophant a favor in more ways than one.

He removes his hand and smirks at the way Micah’s hips try to chase as he whines in protest. Oh, what he could’ve done to the little shit when they were deep in those caves back where everything fell apart. Dutch pulls himself out, mostly hard from watching Micah being so pathetic, he gives himself a few strokes and slicking with spit before lining himself up and pushing deep inside in one move. Micah cries out, muttering Dutch’s name with heavy breaths. That gets them a lot of attention, enough that Dutch spots one of Micah’s precious little minions with his hand in his pants. He knows that one… Cleet. Dutch eyes him for the first thrust, watching the scrawny man turn red before he refocuses on Micah and leans down a bit to whisper.

“Whole gang’s here to watch their boss bent over and fucked, Mister Bell.” Dutch says, his hands gripping tight at Micah’s waist as he gets a fast pace. “The ones that respect ya are the ones that’ll stay.”

“Dutch…” Micah moans. “Ya feel damn good, boss…”

“I know.” Dutch smirks. “And I know how long you’ve wanted this, Micah.”

Micah shivers under him, his hips attempting to move but Dutch holds him still. With a gasp, Micah twitches in waves as he hits his high. Dutch continues to fuck him, a bit surprised that he’s managed to last so long at his age while Micah crumbles. The body beneath him slumps and Micah becomes almost nothing more than a tight, warm hole that whines on occasion. With the gang watching their boss’s pathetic display, Dutch continues to fuck him. He hears the occasional noise from the distance, sounds of outlaws’ pleasure, and it spurs him on until he releases deep into Micah and milks himself of every drop.

Micah won’t have a chance of playing this gang the way he has been now, and Dutch has some willing entertainment until he decides to finally snuff the little rat.

[adudelolwriting]

could you do too hot to cuddle for brian x tim?

eek sorry this one took a while for how short it is 😅i think its pretty cute though! hope you enjoy :D (ask game here)

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It was the middle of summer. All the windows of the house were left open, curtains pulled back, hoping for any wind to blow through the house. Brian and Tim had both taken the day off from plans so they could shoot a few scenes for Marble Hornets, but Alex called it off due to the extreme heat. 

Brian panted as sweat rolled down his face. He was currently sitting in the living room, leaning against the couch while he was on the ground. His shirt was off, thrown to the side without thought. 

"Tim, I think I'm melting," Brian complained as the other walked into the house. "I would write my will, but I fear the ink would melt off of it."

Tim laughs, shaking his head as he enters the kitchen and starts putting groceries away. "I bought some ice cream. Figured today would be a good day for some," he said, pulling out the quart of vanilla. Brian jumps off, making his way to the kitchen.

"Dude, you cannot tell me you bought ice cream on a day like this and not expect me to instantly go for it," Brian laughed, grabbing a bowl from the cabinet. Tim chuckled, putting away the other few groceries before grabbing a bowl of his own. The two got their cold treat (Brian's was topped with chocolate syrup, of course) before sitting back on the ground in the living room. 

Brian leaned against Tim's side, feeling their sweaty skin stick. Tim tries to pull away before Brian whines. "Dude, you were just complaining about melting," Tim teased as the other continued to cuddle into his side.

"Yeah, well, that was before you got here and brought ice cream," Brian said with a knowing smirk on his face. Tim sighs, a smile on his face as he now leaned into Brian as well. "Fine, but remember, this is what you wanted." He laid his head down on Brian's shoulder as the two simply sat together, enjoying the other's presents in the house as they watched a random TV show together.

Brian kissed the top of Tim's head, and if it wasn't as hot as it was, Brian would have felt the other get warmer. Instead, Brian watched as Tim's face turned even redder, and his hand froze midair. "What's wrong, Tim?" Brian asked, feigning innocents. 

"I— You know what," Tim huffs, seemingly unfreezing after Brian spoke. Brian simply giggled lightly. "You hate me. You plastered yourself to my side because you hate me."

"Quite the opposite, my love," Brian said with another kiss to Tim's forehead. 

[cosmicallymundane]

merwaine raising aithusa together is my all time favorite au oh my god. they're so fucking cute i wanna smoosh them into bits.

[greaseofficial]

Touch of Gold

Silly Fanfic I've been working on if you guys like lmk.

War was not uncommon on the island, in fact peace was rare in the times it was needed most, many survivors trapping themselves in paradoxical alliances, only to find themselves betrayed or be the ones to betray. Survival was of the fittest in a world where the never-ending chaos of battle spun reality like a fine web, only those who could adapt were able to weave their way into victory, and even then the world kept spinning, time kept weaving on, every aspect of one’s life calculated and controlled, unknowingly or not by those around them. Time was of the essence, and The Society controlled time. 

Midas himself fell victim to the iron-fist ruling of the Society, they were loud, ceaseless, and unmatched in wit and power. At least that used to be the case. The Society was known for one thing above all else, its endless supply of gold. The resource was dominated by the organization, only comparable to ammunition in importance and outweighing the latter by ten-fold. Gold could buy a man just about anything on this battle-ridden island, Gold was power, and by God did Midas have power.

[pancake-breakfast]

How do I even tag my shipfics that aren't quite shipfics? Like, my fics where you can read them as shipfics or you could read them as not shipfics?

Most of my ships aren't canon, but one of my biggest tags is "canon compliant." Since I often try to match the tone of the relationship to the tone it is in the original work and very little of my stuff is smut, I have a decent number of stories that can be read either way. If I tag them as ships, they pull heavier numbers but alienate all the people who would rather read the relationship as just very close friends. As an ace person myself, I don't want to do that. I'm not passionate about any of my ships being "practically canon." Some of them I'll read as fully platonic or fully romantic and sexual depending on my mood.

But how do I tag for that?

It's easy enough to tag this-or-that romantic or sexual action, but what about the stuff in the middle?

I have a fic where Vash shows extra concern for Wolfwood out of all the others around because, in that moment, Wolfwood is the one who is struggling the most emotionally. Does that get a ship tag?

I have JJK fics where Gojo and Geto explicitly recognize the connection between them and how they each were pivot points for each other's lives, but don't have them hugging or kissing or making eyes at each other or having lingering touches. Does that get a ship tag?

As an ace person, I absolutely had a friend in high school who I loved dearly, who made a huge impact on my life, and who I pined after for a good decade when they just up and left. They weren't someone I wanted to have a physical relationship with; I never hungered for their touch, never even felt the way about them that I've felt about the people I've actually dated. But is that just an ace thing?

I want to think allo people also have relationships like that from time to time, but my life experience isn't allo, so I have no way of knowing. If it's more an ace experience than an allo one, then it seems like I either need to tag such fics as being overtly romantic or overtly ace, but even then it can still be read either way. And if it's a more universal experience... then what?

How do I tag when the relationship is more defined by the reader and not by me, the author?