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𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐
BUCKY BARNES x M!READER
MDNI + FDNI, brief violent content below.
WARNINGS: aggressive bucky, sexual innuendos, mentions of violence, teasing bucky.
SUMMARY: after an ambush at the avengers tower and the sight of bucky destroying all those 'bad guys,' you didn't realise how badly you needed him... or how badly bucky has been yearning for you.

You watch from afar as Bucky plummets his fist into some guy's throat, causing him to fly back and collide with the wall behind them both. You know that there is some extremely intense moment going on right now, but you can't help but bite your lower lip as you focus on the way Bucky's burgundy shirt clings to his muscular body. Bucky has been working out a ton lately, building up his mass, which has paid off.
“Looking good, Barnes.” You shout down from the upper level as you watch him look up at you from below, you hear him quietly grunt, roll his eyes and he starts making his way over to the staircase to get to you. “Are you just following me around? Cap told you to stay in your room.” he continues to grunt out in his regular low tone.
A small smirk tugs at the corners of your lips as you mumble out your next words, “The view up there wasn't as good as the view from here.” You say playfully as you gently nudge his shoulder, which just causes Bucky to stare blankly at you, but on the inside, his heart starts beating faster from your touch.
Bucky reaches up with his metal arm and gently wraps it around your throat as he pushes you against the wooden pillar as another loud commotion happens outside. Your eyes flicker up to meet with his as he tightens his grip around your throat as he presses his body up against yours, closing the gap between the two of you.
“You know what you do to me...” he mumbles out through gritted teeth as he inches closer to your face, his nose pressing against your own. “You can have me anytime you want.” You whisper back to him and a low guttering grunt leaves his mouth as he rests his forehead against yours.
You reach your hands up and slowly trace them along Bucky's titanium arm, feeling the coldness beneath your finger tips. His lower lip sucking into his mouth as your hands move off his arm, trace across his shoulder, up his neck, and you gently rub it across his lips.
“If you want me so bad... meet me in my room tonight, and I'll be waiting.” You smirk as you pull his hand off your throat and gently peck his cheek as you make your way away from him. Bucky watches you walk away. He rolls his eyes and takes a deep breath, thinking about everything that he is going to do to you.
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SHIFTING IS REAL! HERES A STORYTIME OF MY SHIFTING EXPERIENCE! (my seconds in my dr)
So, i stayed up late tonight (6AM) and i was watching bad boys and was scripting to be with #armandoaretas .
So I went to bed and I was in a state of sleep but not asleep so I began just thinking about shifting randomly and I NEVER actually try to shift like i always just script.
So I began thinking about who I wanted to shift for and I thought of Jobe Bellingham.
And I swear to God, I literally could feel me being pulled into my DR (like a rocket ship; i was looking at a animated sun the entire time and was shooting towards it from the rocket ship)
(i couldn’t see the ship as it was first person; but i could feel my legs up in the air) as i got closer to the sun (like literally leaving earth) the ship stopped the ascending and began falling back into earth, and i assumed i was going to lie into my dr selves body. which i guess i did? i never saw myself.
when i made it into the room it was dark, i could see my notion script templates on the wall for other drs. (like hogwarts etc)
and i could hear music, and kids laughing. (at that point i had no clue as to where i was) and when i tried to move i couldn’t (i didn’t try to move much just for like a split second as i remembered i needed to ground myself)
but then my little sister moved beside me and i woke up in my cr. (i think i was thinking too much)
but the point is I had one experience like this before when I tried to shift a Hogwarts where I could feel myself being pulled, but never actually made it there, but this just reaffirmed it so much more for me.
like i believe it’s so easy now! i didn’t even go to bed thinking about shifting i just couldn’t sleep and thought about it for a split second and it began! i’ll update yall as ill try again!
#shifting community#shifting blog#shifting antis dni#reality shifting#desired reality#shifting motivation#shiftblur
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not me just now noticing how he bites her lip?? he actually wants me dead
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jacaerys valeryon x fem!reader
heartache.
summary: A forbidden romance between Jacaerys Velaryon and his closest friend, Lyria, comes to a heartbreaking end as duty and expectations force Jacaerys to make an impossible choice.
warnings: very very angsty.
The narrow corridors of Dragonstone were quiet, save for the soft echo of footsteps on the stone floor. Lyria moved through the shadows, the torchlight flickering against the walls as she made her way to the secluded chamber where Jacaerys had asked her to meet.
She knew every corner of the castle by now, every hidden passage and secret alcove, all discovered in her years spent by Jacaerys’ side. They had grown up together, shared every secret, every laugh, and every whispered promise under the cover of night. But lately, those promises had taken on a different meaning, filled with longing and an unspoken understanding that what lay between them was as dangerous as it was precious.
When Lyria finally reached the chamber, she found Jacaerys standing by the window, staring out at the darkened sky. The prince’s dark curls were tousled by the wind, his face lit by the soft glow of the moonlight. Lyria’s heart tightened at the sight, the familiar ache of wanting what she could never truly have.
“Jace,” Lyria called softly, stepping into the room.
Jacaerys turned, a small smile playing on his lips as he saw her. But there was something in his eyes, a shadow that hadn’t been there before, and it made Lyria’s breath catch in her throat.
“Lyria,” Jacaerys said, his voice low, almost hesitant. “I’m glad you came.”
“Of course,” Lyria replied, crossing the room to stand beside him. “You sounded urgent in your message. Is everything all right?”
Jacaerys looked down, his hands gripping the edge of the window sill as if he needed something to anchor himself. “I wanted to see you,” he said quietly, his voice thick with emotion. “To talk before… before things change.”
Lyria frowned, reaching out to touch Jacaerys’ arm. “What do you mean? What’s going on?”
Jacaerys flinched under her touch, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he turned to face Lyria fully, his expression torn, as if he was struggling to find the right words.
“There’s something I need to tell you,” Jacaerys began, his voice strained. “It’s about my future… about us.”
Lyria felt a chill run through her, a sinking feeling in her stomach that she couldn’t ignore. “Jace, you’re scaring me. Just tell me what’s going on.”
Jacaerys took a deep breath, his gaze locking with Lyria’s. “I’m to be wed, Lyria. My mother has arranged a marriage for me. A strong alliance, she says, one that will secure our family’s future.”
Lyria felt as if the ground had been ripped out from under her. The words hit her like a physical blow, stealing the air from her lungs. “Wed? But… but what about us? What about everything we’ve been through, everything we’ve said?”
Jacaerys looked away, his jaw clenched as if he couldn’t bear to meet her gaze. “I tried to fight it,” he whispered, his voice thick with pain. “But you know as well as I do that my duty comes first. I can’t choose my own happiness over the needs of my family. Of the realm.”
Lyria’s heart shattered at those words, the reality of their situation crashing down on her like a wave. She had always known that their love was forbidden, that it existed in the shadows, hidden from the world. But hearing Jacaerys speak the truth aloud was something else entirely. It made it real, undeniable, and utterly heartbreaking.
“You can’t… you can’t just throw this away,” Lyria said, her voice trembling as she reached out, grabbing Jacaerys’ hand. “We’ve been through too much. We’ve shared too much. You can’t just pretend that what we have doesn’t matter.”
Jacaerys squeezed her hand, his grip almost painful in its intensity. “I’m not pretending, Lyria. I’m trying to do what’s right. For both of us. If anyone were to find out about us, it would destroy everything. You could be punished—or worse. I can’t let that happen.”
Tears welled up in Lyria’s eyes, the pain of Jacaerys’ words cutting deeper than any blade ever could. “So that’s it, then? You’re just going to walk away? Leave me behind like I’m nothing?”
Jacaerys’ face twisted with anguish, his own eyes glistening with unshed tears. “You are not nothing to me, Lyria. You never have been. But I have no choice.”
Lyria pulled her hand away, her chest heaving with the effort to hold back the sob that threatened to escape. “So, you’ll marry her, have children with her, and what? Just forget about me? Forget about us?”
Jacaerys shook his head, stepping closer to Lyria, his hands cupping her face with a tenderness that only made the situation more painful. “I will never forget you. I will never forget what we had. But I can’t be with you, Lyria. Not in the way we want. Not without risking everything we both hold dear.”
Lyria stared into Jacaerys’ eyes, searching for some sign that this was all a terrible dream, that she would wake up and find that nothing had changed. But all she saw was the truth reflected back at her, the inevitability of their separation, the bitter reality that love was not enough to conquer the demands of duty and honor.
With a choked sob, Lyria pushed Jacaerys away, the pain too much to bear. “Then go,” she spat, her voice breaking. “Go and fulfill your duty. Marry her. Be the perfect prince. But don’t you dare expect me to wait for you in the shadows like some secret you’re ashamed of.”
Jacaerys flinched as if struck, but he didn’t move, his eyes filled with regret and sorrow. “I’m so sorry, Lyria. If I could choose, it would be you. It would always be you.”
But the words felt hollow, a poor comfort for the gaping wound in Lyria’s heart. She turned away, unable to look at Jacaerys any longer. “Just leave, Jace. Before I say something I can’t take back.”
For a moment, there was only silence, the weight of everything unsaid hanging between them. Then, with one last lingering glance, Jacaerys turned and walked out of the room, the sound of the door closing behind him like the final nail in the coffin of their love.
Lyria stood there, alone in the empty chamber, her heart in pieces on the cold stone floor. The man she loved was gone, and with him, any hope of a future together. All that remained were the ashes of a dream, scattered to the winds by the cruel demands of fate.
And as the night wore on, the tears that Lyria had fought so hard to hold back finally began to fall, each one a testament to a love that had been as beautiful as it was doomed.
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logan x male!reader
CABIN FEVER
synopsis : logan and reader get cozy in a cabin.
warnings : fluff, suggestive content.
Logan lounged on the leather sofa, a faint smile tugging at his lips as he watched Eli busy himself in the small kitchen nook. The cabin was quiet except for the occasional crackle of the fire and the gentle clinking of mugs as Eli made hot chocolate. The day had been spent hiking, taking in the breathtaking views of the Canadian wilderness, and now they were enjoying the warmth of the cabin and each other's company.
Eli returned to the living area with two steaming mugs, handing one to Logan before settling beside him on the sofa. Their thighs touched, a casual but intimate connection. Logan took a sip of the hot chocolate, savoring the rich, sweet taste. Eli had even added a dash of whiskey, a touch that made Logan chuckle appreciatively.
"Perfect," Logan murmured, his voice a low rumble. He glanced sideways at Eli, eyes glinting with warmth and a hint of something more. "You always know how to make things just right."
Eli grinned, leaning in closer. "I aim to please," he replied, his voice light but with a soft, suggestive edge. He took a sip from his own mug, then set it down on the small table beside the sofa. Logan followed suit, placing his mug down and turning towards Eli.
They sat facing each other, the fire casting a warm, flickering glow over their faces. Logan reached out, his fingers tracing the curve of Eli's jaw, marveling at the smoothness of his skin. Eli's eyes fluttered closed at the touch, a contented sigh escaping his lips. The way Logan looked at him—so intense, yet so tender—always made Eli's heart race.
Logan leaned in, his breath warm against Eli's cheek as he whispered, "You know, you have a way of makin' even the toughest days feel like heaven." His voice was husky, filled with a depth of emotion he rarely voiced.
Eli smiled, opening his eyes to meet Logan's gaze. The look in Logan's eyes was smoldering, filled with a mix of affection and desire. Eli felt a warmth spread through him, more intense than the fire's heat. "And you," Eli murmured, his voice soft but firm, "make me feel safe. Loved."
Logan's eyes softened, a rare, unguarded moment where his gruff exterior melted away. He cupped Eli's face in both hands, his thumbs brushing gently over Eli's cheekbones. "You are," he said simply, his voice thick with emotion. "More than you know."
The space between them disappeared as Logan leaned in, capturing Eli's lips in a slow, tender kiss. It was a kiss filled with the promise of safety, love, and passion. Eli responded eagerly, his hands sliding up to tangle in Logan's thick hair, pulling him closer. The kiss deepened, becoming more urgent, more passionate, as if they were pouring all their unspoken feelings into it.
Logan's hands moved from Eli's face to his waist, pulling him onto his lap. Eli straddled Logan's hips, their bodies pressed close together. The feel of Logan's solid, muscular frame beneath him sent a thrill through Eli. He could feel Logan's heartbeat, steady and strong, matching the rhythm of his own.
They broke the kiss, breathless but unwilling to part completely. Logan's hands roamed up and down Eli's back, fingers tracing the outline of his spine. Eli shivered at the touch, a pleasant heat pooling in his stomach. Logan's hands were rough, calloused from years of fighting, but his touch was gentle, almost reverent.
"You know," Eli whispered against Logan's lips, "for someone who's all tough and gruff, you're surprisingly sweet." His tone was teasing, but the look in his eyes was serious, filled with affection.
Logan chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that Eli felt in his chest. "Don't go spreadin' that around," he warned playfully, his hands settling on Eli's hips, holding him securely. "Got a reputation to maintain."
Eli laughed softly, leaning in to nuzzle Logan's neck, pressing soft kisses along his jawline. "Your secret's safe with me," he promised, his voice a seductive whisper. He could feel Logan's body tense slightly, then relax under his touch, a low growl escaping Logan's throat.
Logan tilted his head, capturing Eli's lips in another searing kiss, one hand slipping beneath the hem of Eli's shirt to rest against the warm skin of his lower back. The touch was electric, sending shivers through Eli's body. He pressed closer, deepening the kiss, his hands gripping Logan's shoulders.
The room seemed to shrink around them, the world outside forgotten as they lost themselves in each other. The fire crackled softly, the only witness to their quiet passion. Logan's hand moved higher under Eli's shirt, caressing the smooth skin and feeling the quickened beat of Eli's heart. He loved these moments, where everything else faded away and it was just the two of them, wrapped in warmth and love.
Eli broke the kiss, panting softly, his lips red and swollen. He rested his forehead against Logan's, their noses brushing. "I love you," he whispered, the words filled with sincerity and a hint of awe. Even after all this time, he was still amazed by the depth of his feelings for Logan.
Logan smiled, a rare, genuine smile that softened his rugged features. "I love you too, Eli," he replied, his voice soft but firm. He pulled Eli closer, wrapping his arms around him in a protective embrace. "More than I ever thought I could love anyone."
They sat there for a long moment, holding each other, basking in the warmth of their shared affection. The fire had burned down to embers, casting a soft, dim light around the room. The air was filled with the scent of pine and the lingering sweetness of hot chocolate.
Eventually, Logan shifted, lifting Eli effortlessly as he stood. Eli wrapped his legs around Logan's waist, laughing softly. "Carrying me to bed, are you?" he teased, his arms draped around Logan's neck.
Logan smirked, a playful glint in his eyes. "Well, I figured we've got all night," he said, his voice low and suggestive. "Might as well make the most of it."
Eli's eyes sparkled with mischief as he leaned in to whisper in Logan's ear. "Then let's make it a night to remember."
With a growl of approval, Logan carried Eli to the small bedroom, the door closing behind them with a soft click. The cabin was once again filled with the quiet sounds of the night, the crackle of the dying fire, and the occasional whisper of the wind through the trees. But within the walls of that cozy cabin, love and warmth thrived, two souls finding solace in each other's arms.
As the night deepened and the stars continued their silent vigil, Logan and Eli found their sanctuary, wrapped in a blanket of affection and unspoken promises. It was a night of quiet intimacy, where love was both whispered and shouted in the silence, a night where two hearts beat in perfect harmony, lost in the tenderness of their shared connection.
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jacaerys valeryon x male!reader
summery : jacaerys and reader were bestfriends when they were younger. until jacaerys duties & desire to become friends with the elite grew.
warnings : lots and lots of angst.
FRIENDS NO LONGER
The vastness of the Red Keep's throne room was both imposing and magnificent, its high vaulted ceilings and stone columns casting long shadows in the dim evening light. The sun filtered through the stained glass windows, painting the floor with vibrant hues that slowly faded as twilight crept in. The hustle and bustle of the day had quieted, leaving only the soft murmur of the castle settling into the night.
Seren stood alone in the keep's library, the scent of old parchment and ink filling the air. He meticulously copied a royal decree, his hand steady and practiced, the sound of the quill scratching against the parchment the only noise in the room. Once, the walls of this castle had been filled with dreams and laughter, shared with his closest friend, Jacaerys Velaryon. They had been inseparable as children, their days filled with adventures and mischief, exploring every nook and cranny of Dragonstone.
But those days were long past. Jacaerys had grown into his role as Crown Prince, surrounded by nobles and courtiers, warriors and strategists. Seren, on the other hand, had remained a mere servant within the castle, his aspirations of knighthood or a position of trust beside the prince unfulfilled. Their lives had diverged, the chasm between their stations growing wider with each passing year. Seren had tried to keep the bond alive, reaching out time and again, but Jacaerys had drifted further into the circles of the elite. Eventually, Seren had accepted the inevitable distance and stopped trying.
As the last of the light faded, leaving the room in shadow, the library door creaked open. Seren glanced up, surprised to see Jacaerys entering the room. The prince's presence was commanding, his dark hair and sharp features softened by the glow of the torches. For a moment, they simply stared at each other, the weight of years and unspoken words hanging heavy in the air.
"Seren?" Jacaerys's voice broke the silence, tinged with surprise and something else Seren couldn't quite place. "I haven't seen you in quite some time."
Seren inclined his head in a stiff, formal bow. "Your Grace," he greeted, his tone measured and polite, the title feeling strange on his tongue when addressing the boy who had once been his closest companion.
Jacaerys frowned at the formal address, confusion and a hint of hurt flickering across his face. "There's no need for such formalities between us, is there? We were friends once."
Seren's expression remained neutral, though his heart clenched at the reminder of what they had lost. "That was a long time ago, Your Grace," he replied, the words more distant than he intended. "Much has changed."
Jacaerys stepped closer, his brow furrowed in concern. "Why do you speak to me like a stranger? I... I never meant to distance myself. My duties—"
"Your duties," Seren interrupted, his voice tinged with a bitterness he had tried to suppress. "Your new friends, your new life." He took a deep breath, forcing himself to remain composed. "I understand, Jacaerys. We all have our paths to walk. Yours is destined for greatness, and mine... mine is here."
The prince's gaze dropped, a shadow of regret passing over his face. "I never wanted to leave you behind, Seren. You were... you are important to me."
"Important enough to forget?" The question hung in the air, heavier than the stone walls around them. Seren shook his head, a sad, resigned smile playing on his lips. "It doesn't matter now. I've made my peace with it."
Jacaerys looked away, unable to meet Seren's eyes. The silence stretched between them, filled with the echoes of their lost friendship and the weight of unspoken apologies. When Jacaerys finally spoke, his voice was quiet, almost pleading. "I miss those days, when things were simpler."
"So do I," Seren admitted, the truth of it a sharp pain in his chest. "But we can't go back. We can only move forward."
For a moment, it seemed as if Jacaerys would reach out, bridge the gap between them. But the moment passed, and he remained where he was, the distance between them as vast as ever. The light from the torches flickered, casting their shadows on the walls, larger than life yet strangely insubstantial.
"I wish things were different," Jacaerys said, his voice barely more than a whisper.
"So do I, Jacaerys." Seren's use of the prince's name, unadorned by titles, was a final act of intimacy. "But some things can't be changed."
With a final, formal bow, Seren turned and walked away, his footsteps echoing softly in the quiet hall. Jacaerys watched him go, feeling the weight of his crown and the loneliness it brought. The door closed behind Seren, leaving Jacaerys alone with his thoughts and regrets.
As Seren made his way through the silent corridors of the Red Keep, a deep sense of melancholy settled over him. He had known this day would come, the day when he would have to let go of the past and accept the distance that had grown between them. He had imagined it would bring a sense of closure, but all he felt was an aching void where their friendship had once been.
Jacaerys remained in the library, staring at the closed door. The echoes of their conversation lingered in the room, mingling with the memories of a simpler time. He wished he could turn back time, change the choices that had led them here, but the weight of his responsibilities and the reality of his position were inescapable. He was the Crown Prince, destined for the throne, and Seren was a shadow of his past, a reminder of the boy he had once been.
In the end, they were both prisoners of their destinies, bound by the roles they were born into and the expectations placed upon them. The night deepened, and the castle seemed to hold its breath, as if mourning the loss of something precious and irreplaceable.
Two souls, once intertwined, now walked separate paths, the bond of their shared childhood fading into memory. The Red Keep stood silent and cold, a fortress of stone and steel, holding within its walls the stories of countless lives, both great and small. And among those stories was the tale of a friendship lost to the passage of time and the inexorable march of fate.
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jj maybank x male!oc
SURFING
synopsis; jj maybank and male!reader go surfing! or rather jj teaches reader how to surf.
warnings: slight fluff
The sun was just beginning to rise, painting the sky in shades of pink and orange. The beach was quiet, save for the gentle lapping of the waves and the occasional call of a seabird. JJ Maybank and Miles stood at the water's edge, the cool morning sand beneath their feet, surfboards in hand.
"Alright, Miles," JJ said with a grin, his blue eyes sparkling with excitement. "Today, you learn how to ride a wave." He set his board down and began to demonstrate, mimicking paddling motions and the pop-up technique.
Miles watched, slightly nervous but eager. He admired the easy confidence JJ exuded, his golden hair tousled by the sea breeze. "I'm probably going to wipe out a lot, aren't I?" Miles chuckled, glancing at the ocean.
JJ laughed, a sound that blended with the rhythm of the waves. "Everyone wipes out. It's part of the fun. The trick is getting back up and trying again." He placed a reassuring hand on Miles's shoulder. "Just follow my lead. I'll be right there with you."
They paddled out, the water cool against their skin, until they reached the lineup. JJ floated beside Miles, pointing out the sets and explaining how to read the waves. "It's all about timing," he explained. "You wait for the right moment, then paddle hard, and once you feel the wave catch, you pop up."
A wave began to swell, and JJ nodded towards it. "This one's yours. Just remember, stay low and keep your balance."
Miles took a deep breath, paddling with all his strength as the wave approached. For a split second, he felt the rush of the wave lifting him, and with JJ's instructions echoing in his mind, he popped up onto the board. He wobbled, arms flailing for balance, and just as quickly, the board slipped out from under him, sending him into the water with a splash.
He surfaced, laughing despite the saltwater in his eyes. JJ was there, grinning broadly. "Not bad for your first try! You were up for like, a whole second!"
Miles couldn't help but smile, the adrenaline and JJ's infectious enthusiasm boosting his confidence. "Let's go again," he said, determination in his voice.
They spent the morning chasing waves, each attempt bringing Miles closer to standing steady. JJ's encouragement never wavered, his laughter and cheers making every tumble into the water worth it. Eventually, with the sun fully risen and the beach starting to fill with early morning joggers, Miles managed to ride a wave all the way to shore.
He leaped off the board, raising his arms triumphantly as JJ whooped from the water. Miles looked back, heart racing, and met JJ's proud gaze. "You did it!" JJ called out, paddling over with a wide grin.
Miles jogged back to meet him, breathless and exhilarated. "I couldn't have done it without you," he admitted, running a hand through his wet hair.
JJ shrugged, a playful gleam in his eye. "Maybe, but you were the one who got up there." He slung an arm around Miles's shoulders, pulling him close. "Next time, we'll catch even bigger waves."
As they walked back up the beach, boards under their arms, the ocean glistening in the morning light, Miles couldn't help but feel that they were riding a wave of their own. One where trust, friendship, and something deeper carried them forward, even if it meant occasionally wiping out.



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jj maybank x male!oc
MIDSUMMERS
synopsis: jj and male!oc in a secret relationship at midsummers.
The midsummer night's air was thick with anticipation and the scent of blooming flowers. Laughter and music filled the Cameron estate, where the annual Midsummers party was in full swing. Amid the elegant crowd, hidden from prying eyes, JJ Maybank and Miles found solace in the garden, the distant glow of lanterns casting a soft light on their secret meeting place.
Rain began to fall, a gentle drizzle that quickly grew into a steady shower, but they didn't care. JJ, with his usual smirk, grabbed Miles's hand, pulling him into an impromptu dance under the large oak tree. The raindrops cooled the summer heat as they twirled together, shoes squelching in the wet grass.
"Why do we always have to hide?" Miles murmured, his voice barely audible over the rain. His dark hair was plastered to his forehead, eyes searching JJ's for answers.
JJ's expression softened, a rare vulnerability showing through. "Because," he sighed, pulling Miles closer, "it's the only way to keep what we have safe. For now."
The world outside their bubble was a harsh one, full of judgment and expectations, but here, in this stolen moment, they were free. JJ's arms wrapped around Miles, the two swaying gently as the rain fell around them, the sound of distant laughter fading into the background.
"I wish we could do this in front of everyone," Miles whispered, resting his forehead against JJ's. The longing in his voice matched the ache in JJ's heart.
"One day," JJ promised, pressing a soft kiss to Miles's temple. "One day, it'll just be us and the rain won't be the only thing falling."
They stood there, drenched but uncaring, clinging to each other in a world that could never understand. The night, the rain, and their secret love held them together, as they danced away from the crowd, dreaming of a time when they could be together openly, without fear.



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welcome to the “webmeup” blog!
here we cater primarily to the precious male!readers of the tumblr community. if you would like fem!reader stories simply request.
masterlist:
jude bellingham
girlfriend (female reader)
jj maybank
midsummers (male reader)
surfing (male reader)
jacaerys valeryon
friends no longer (male reader)
heartache (fem reader)
logan
cabin fever (male reader)
more to come!



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YOUR KILLING US ATP JACOB (as if we mind pls keep doing what ur doing)🙂↔️
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about the chef (about me)
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inventory (fics ive made)
*updated regularly
smut = ★
angst = 🏹
fluff = 🍥
Rafe Cameron-
First Timer★
Dealer!Rafe Cameron★
The Cameron Boys★
Jj Maybank-
Yard Worker!Jj Maybank★
Nate Jacobs-
jealousy, jealousy★🏹
Nick Nelson-
Cheater★🏹
Cheater pt2★🏹
Charlie Bushnell-
Fair Date★🍥
Vinnie Hacker-
Streamer Head★
Drunk Fun★
Bryce McKenzie-
Addicted★
Kj Apa-
Model★
Matt Sturniolo-
Beach Day🍥
Harry Collett-
Video game Lover★
Charles Leclerc-
Need Love★
Chris Sturniolo-
Gamer🍥
David Corenswet-
Daddy's Boy★
Manu Rios-
Work For It★
Harry Styles-
Make Up or Make Out★🍥
Ross Lynch-
Double Trouble★
Dylan Minnette-
Double Trouble★
Steve Rogers-
First Date★🍥
The Boys-
Table Talk★
Drew Starkey-
Hot Jealousy★
many more fics coming soon but if you wannabe in the queue request a fic
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back up account is top secret so msg me for it
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