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Girls like girls and boys | Chris Sturniolo

Chris Sturniolo x reader

Summary: Where Y/N faces a journey of self-discovery when questioning her sexuality. Fearing rejection, she is reluctant to reveal her truth to Chris, her boyfriend. But with the help of Nick, Y/N finds the courage to finally come out as bisexual.

Warning: None.

Requested?: Yes, by anons.

Author's note: That is my work, I DON'T authorize any plagiarism, copy, or "inspiration"! | English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

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Y/N found herself in a moment of deep introspection, a journey of self-discovery that led her to confront truths that had long been kept within her.

Sitting in her favorite armchair, in her cozy bedroom lit only by the soft light of a bedside lamp, she found herself immersed in tumultuous thoughts.

Since a few months ago, something inside her had started to change. Small sparks of doubt had turned into an uncontrollable fire of questioning. Y/N, who had always considered herself heterosexual, now found herself slipping through the choppy waters of sexual uncertainty.

It was difficult to name exactly when it all started. Maybe it was that long look at the pretty girl who crossed her path in the cafe, or maybe it was the sudden intensity of feelings she felt while watching a romantic movie in which the protagonist couple were two girls.

These experiences, seemingly insignificant at the moment, now echoed within her like a deafening echo. And the more Y/N tried to ignore these feelings, the more intense they became, like a relentless tide that was dragging her towards the truth she wasn't ready to accept.

She looked at Chris, a kind and caring boy who had won her heart a few years ago. They were inseparable, sharing big dreams, secrets, and plans for a future together. But now, an abyss opened between them, an abyss fueled by the confusion and fear that Y/N carried within her.

The fear of rejection, of judgment, of change. She didn't want to hurt her boyfriend, but she also couldn't deny her growing awareness of her own identity. She wondered if he would be able to accept her completely. Would he still love her the same way when he knew the truth about her sexuality?

Y/N found herself tormented by vivid images of an uncertain future, where she was alone. She feared that revealing her bisexuality would trigger a chain reaction of events that would lead to their inevitable breakup.

She found herself turning over scenarios in her mind, rehearsing the words she would need to say to Chris, but never finding enough courage to truly face her truth.

The nights became long and lonely as Y/N spiraled into self-questioning. She read articles, sought answers in the far reaches of the internet, and desperately tried to fit into a clear definition of who she was.

She lost count of how many times she watched the video on her boyfriend and his brothers' channel, where Nick told his story of coming out to his family, trying to find some direction or inspiration.

Until she understood that there was no point in remaining closed off like she was doing. Chris was increasingly worried, filling her with questions when they were together and messages when they were away, while Nick and Matt tried to understand the situation and help both sides - that of a best friend and that of a brother.

And seeing the desperation in Chris's eyes again when he facetimed her that morning - while on his way to a photoshoot with Matt - made her finally make the decision to seek real help.

And who better to do this than Nick, who was openly gay and had gone through his own journey of self-discovery?

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With her heart racing, Y/N knocked on Nick's bedroom door after entering the triplets' house with her own key. She wondered if she was doing the right thing by seeking his guidance, but an insistent inner voice was pushing her forward, telling her it was time to confront her fears and uncertainties head on.

Nick opened the door with an excited smile, having already been notified minutes before through a text message that she was on her way, his welcoming eyes conveying an instant sense of comfort. He opened the door wider, giving Y/N space to enter, turning around and returning to his gaming chair, Y/N finding herself surrounded by the relaxed atmosphere instantly.

"Hey girl!" Nick greeted, his voice carrying a tone of euphoria. "What do you want to do today?"

Y/N swallowed, feeling a lump form in her throat. Nick probably thought she had gone to his house to spend time together - which wasn't a lie - completely unaware of the matter at hand.

"Actually, I need to talk to you about something important." Y/N began, her voice wavering with built-up tension as she walked with shaky steps towards the bed. "It's about.. my sexuality."

Nick nodded understandingly, pointing to the mattress with his chin, inviting her to sit there, and turning his body on the chair so that he was facing her. He quickly sent her a compassionate look, encouraging her to continue.

"I've been... thinking lately." The girl continued, carefully choosing her words. "And I think I'm... bisexual."

A wave of relief swept over Y/N as she finally voiced the truth she had been keeping inside herself for so long. Nick smiled gently, looking genuinely happy for her.

"Oh my God, this is amazing, Y/N!" Nick's voice was overflowing with support and encouragement. "Discovering and accepting your true sexuality is an incredibly brave step, I'm so proud of you!"

Y/N felt tears of gratitude bubble up in her eyes. She could never have imagined such a positive and loving reaction, despite him not being heterosexual himself.

"Thank you, Nick..." She sniffled, wiping the tears from her eyes in a quick movement, letting out a low laugh. "But I'm... I'm scared to tell Chris." Y/N said, her eyes lowering to her thighs and her voice cracking with anxiety. "I don't know how he will react, and I'm so afraid of losing him."

Nick sighed, getting up from his seat and walking over to his bed before sitting next to the girl, pulling her into a big hug and resting his head on top of hers, conveying a feeling of calm and security.

“Y/N, I understand this is scary.” He began, his voice soft like a comforting whisper. "But if there's one thing I've learned on my own journey, it's that being true to yourself is the most important thing we can do. And if Chris truly loves you, he will accept you for who you are, no matter your sexual orientation."

Nick's words echoed in Y/N's mind, filling her with courage and determination. She knew that she could no longer postpone the moment of coming out to Chris, he was one of the most important people in her life - if not the most important - and keeping that from him was being a martyrdom for her.

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Y/N's heart hammered hard against her chest as she prepared to take the bravest step of all: telling Chris about her bisexual identity.

She found herself in front of him, in her own room, watching him with a mixture of nervousness and determination while searching for the right words to express what she was feeling.

Chris looked back at her with his extremely blue eyes carrying gentle and loving emotions, his face lit up with a warm smile that always made Y/N's heart melt. He held her right hand, conveying a comforting sense of silent support.

"What is happening, gorgeous?" Chris asked softly, his voice thick with concern. "You said you needed to talk to me, and you seem nervous. Did I do something?"

Y/N's eyes widened at his deduction, shaking her head quickly.

"No! No, of course not, baby." She took a deep breath, gathering all the courage she had within herself. "It's just... There's something I need to tell you." Y/N began, her voice trembling slightly as her breath came raggedly, her cold fingers trembling between his. "It's about my... sexuality."

Chris's eyes widened slightly in surprise, he hadn't really expected the conversation to be about that - the possibility hadn't even crossed his mind - but he remained silent, waiting for Y/N to continue.

"I've been struggling with this for some time." The girl continued after a few seconds, carefully choosing her words. "And I realized that... I'm bisexual."

The silence that followed seemed to echo around them, filling the space between the two with palpable tension. Y/N held her breath, waiting for Chris's reaction, her heart beating wildly and her posture falling almost automatically, as if a weight was put on her shoulders.

And then, finally, Chris broke the silence. His eyes ran over Y/N's features with a gaze full of love and understanding, a tender smile curving his lips.

"Oh my baby, I have no words to describe the honor of you sharing this with me. Thank you for trusting me." His voice sounded soft like a comforting whisper. "I want you to know that I love you exactly the way you are, and nothing will change that... I'm so proud of you!"

Tears of relief and gratitude welled up in Y/N's eyes as she threw herself into her boy's welcoming arms, feeling overwhelmed by an overwhelming wave of love and acceptance, a sob escaping her lips.

"I was so scared of losing you." Y/N admitted, her voice cracking from crying. "You really are the love of my life, huh?" She let out a tearful laugh, wiping away the lone tear that rolled down her cheek.

Chris hugged her back tightly, pulling her into his lap in a quick movement and wrapping his arms around her waist, pressing their chests together and burying his head in the crook of her neck, enveloping her in a comforting warmth that seemed to melt away all her worries and fears.

The boy sealed the exposed skin gently before pulling away slightly, cupping her face gently in his hands, looking into her eyes with an intensity that made Y/N's heart flutter.

"Princess, I'll always be here for you, no matter what." Chris revealed, his voice filled with silent promises. "You are the light of my life, and I will do everything in my power to make you happy."

Chris' words echoed in Y/N's heart, filling her with an overwhelming sense of gratitude and love. She felt infinitely blessed to have found someone so incredibly loving and understanding to share her life with.

And in that moment, as they hugged each other tightly, Y/N knew that no matter what the future held, she was right where she belonged: in the arms of the man who loved her unconditionally, regardless of who she was or who she loved. And with that came a feeling of peace and wholeness that she knew would last forever.

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virusinfected-memes · 2 years

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TUMBLR TEXT POST SENTENCE STARTERS, PT. 1 ;

75 starters. CW: blood mention, cussing, death. Starters come from various text posts floating around Tumblr. The only thing changed for this post was adding capitalization and punctuation. Feel free to change words and pronouns as needed!

“All I do is drink water and be stupid.”

“All I do is rotate three outfits and talk shit and have panic attacks.”

“All I want these days is to hike through a mossy forest filled with heavy fog and get lost for a while.”

“Am I supposed to feel sorry for the those two guys who died in the Blair Witch house? Who broke into HER home, trespassed on HER land, and messed with HER stick bundles? I don’t!”

“Baby girl, you are strange and off-putting.”

“Can necromancers heal depression?”

“Did I need it? No. Did I buy it? Yes.”

“Don’t forget that what you see isn’t all there is.”

“Do you ever wanna bond with someone so bad you’re like, “Damn, I wish we were knights on a dangerous quest...”?”

“Do you think the world could suddenly end on a night as quiet as this?”

“Fuck yeah, I’m an influencer! My content is clownery, I promote stupidity, and I’m sponsored by the circus.”

“Have people in horror movies never seen a horror movie?”

“Holy shit... I’M the demon living in my house?”

“Hot tip: bury yourself in the forest to recharge, never come back, and become a local cryptid.”

“Humans are really good at remembering each other’s bad decisions.”

“I am one percent human and ninety-nine percent tired.”

“I don’t really feel like existing today.”

“I do this really cute thing where I shut down and hate everybody.”

“I feel like I’m in the Sims where it takes five hours to make pasta and then you have to immediately go to bed.”

“If I can’t hand my lover a cup of coffee and kiss their forehead while they’re working, then what even is the point?”

“If my son is stealing pies off window sills, it’s because I taught him to do that, bitch.”

“If you aren’t someone the church wanted dead three hundred years ago, are you really living?”

“If your computer has malware... that’s me in there. If you take care of me like a little Tamagotchi pet, I will leave and give you a secret present in your files.”

“I hate those really vivid dreams that you’re still emotionally attached to after you wake up. You’re stuck, feeling for something that technically doesn’t exist.”

“I’m giving up personhood to become a full-time abstract concept.”

“I’m like a shitty anime dating sim. If I talk to six people, I have to immediately go to bed. If I go grocery shopping, that’s half my HP.”

“I’m off to kill the most powerful man in the world.”

“In the 90s, computers would scream every time you went online. That was foreshadowing.”

“I procrastinate so much now that if I ever became a vampire I will literally put things off for centuries.”

“I think I want my next piercing to be through my heart with a wooden stake.”

“I think my dark under eye circles are adding to the aesthetic, actually.”

“I think the far healthier app to have in middle school was the DSi camera, not Tik Tok.”

“It’s okay to be obsessed and in love with me.”

“I was born in the wrong generation. Take me back to the paleoarchean era. I want to be insentient. I want to be bacteria.”

“Little known fact: once you’re older and you’re no longer in school, time stops being real. Did that thing happen one year ago? Two? Five? A few months ago? Who knows.”

“Maybe if we all just collectively start decorating now, we can... force it to be Halloween.”

“Me? Tired? Sleepy? Yes, constantly.”

“My blood is glow stick juice. That’s why all my bones crack when I move.”

“My body is less of a temple and more of a rotting 19th century mansion rumored to be haunted by several wicked and vengeful spirits.”

“My body is my temple. Ancient and crumbling. Probably cursed.”

“My hobbies include laying in bed in my underwear while I listen to music and hate myself.”

“My kink is closing doors so that I’m in complete solitude.”

“My superpower is going into a book store and immediately forgetting the name of every book I’ve ever wanted to read.”

“Not all your life decisions have to be smart. Some can be purely for cinematic value.”

“Nothing should go back to normal. Normal wasn’t working.”

“Not really a fan of this ‘being a person’ thing.”

“People keep saying “go big or go home” as if going home doesn’t sound like the best idea ever. Hell yeah, I wanna go home, and I’m gonna take a nap when I get there.”

“People who suggest getting breakfast together as a hangout plan are the kind of people you want to hang onto.”

“Pray for me. Nothing’s wrong, I just want more power.”

“Protect me from what I want.”

“Pro tip: instead of having feelings, try being dead inside. Everything is still horrible, but you will not care at all.”

“Remember, you can disappear into the woods whenever you want. You’re an adult.”

“Reminder: you can start over at any time. Your day is not ruined. Your world is not over. Take a deep breath. Start over.”

“Rest in peace to everyone killed by the gods for their hubris, but I’m different. And better. Maybe even better than the gods.”

“Sexting? Nah, I’m into spexting. Spooky texting. Ever seen a ghost? Hit me up.”

“Something all children covet is the generic black t-shirt with white skull worn by cartoon teenagers.”

“Sometimes a girly just needs to mask her declining mental state by calling herself a girlboss and that’s okay.”

“Sorry, bro, I can’t hang out today. I used up all my mana.”

“Sorry I tried to drink your blood. I think you’re cute.”

“The internet is awesome, but you can’t download love.”

“The only reason I still have depression is because I can’t take my brain out and blow on it like a DS cartridge.”

“The older you get, the more you appreciate just chilling at home doing nothing.”

“The world is just generally better when you’ve recently eaten a sandwich.”

“The worst part about kissing a perfect ten is the cold feeling your lips get from touching the mirror.”

“Very sexy of me to be isolating myself and rotting into the floor.”

“Well, the horrors may be beyond YOUR comprehension, but I understand them perfectly.”

“What does your soul look like?”

“What ever happened to personality? I want decorative towels that aren’t boring! I want NOVELTY! I want people to come over to my house and look at my trinkets, and immediately think “this lady is a wacko” and also “her stuff is haunted!””

“When fat Pikachu finally returns, I know he will single-handedly save our economy.”

“Yeah, I could have cracked the Zodiac cipher before those guys did. I just didn’t want to.”

“You cannot find peace by avoiding life.”

“You can’t keep dancing with the devil and wonder why you’re still in Hell.”

“You know what I would be if I was in a video game? That dead body you find at the beginning with like ten gold.”

“You think too much. You’ll make yourself ill if you keep that up.”

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littledollll · 1 year

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Back with a request but not Agere :0 I know mad I have one of those to send next so don’t fret my love and how is your day going? Remember you’re so loved

Prompt~ so I feel like an angsty Larissa x reader fic based off the song “ceilings- Lizzy McApline” would be perfect. It goes on about how they wish to be with someone yet it’s not a real opportunity. They can’t be with them for some reason. I feel you could write that beautifully ~ shy anon🕊️

Lonely dreams

Larissa Weems x reader

A/n: im hanging in there babes, it’s lovely to see you here like always, I hope you enjoy. Idk how to do songlyric fics so I won’t cuz scary but I’ve actually had vivid daydreams about this song and this is how it goes. Requests are open

Warning: fluff, loss, grief.

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You had the perfect life. Everything you’ve ever dreamt of came true for you. Your dream job, the love of your life, that easy going, calm, day to day and you’ve always craved, you finally had it.

A safe routine that repeated every day, you and Larissa worked and lived together like you always wished. You’d wake up every morning with littered kisses all over your face, making you giggle and pout. Making breakfast together was probably the best part of your day, you and Larissa together in a spacious kitchen with everything you could possibly need for the perfect meal, it felt like those love story movies, when they’d show those baking montages filled with laughs and attacking eachother with food.

Walking hand in hand through the hallways made you feel so confident, having Larissa Weems proudly showing you to the world. She walked you to your class with a kiss on the very tip of your nose, making you giggle and turn away to compose yourself before you had to start class.

“I will see you at lunch, my love.” Something made you want to pull her back, to stop her from walking away and give you just another kiss. But you didn’t, instead letting her go, “Have a good day, Issa” you said, before running off to start class.

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You had this unsettling feeling running through your bones the whole morning, but it all went away when you met Larissa for lunch. Routine. Just like always, your pre-packed lunch that you made together the afternoon before, a conversation filled lunch or maybe just enjoying eachother in silence. A second to just breathe and be, you hugged and kissed so softly, so sweetly you never wanted to go back. It was a movie, it was your perfect life.

And the day went on, you’d come back to her office after class was over and wait the two hours she stayed extra working after you. You mostly bugged her to get out of the office and come home with you, occasionally you’d poke her for attention and get a quick kiss which made you feel giddy all over and sedated you for another few minutes before you inevitably poked her again.

You were resting against Larissa’s shoulder when she closed the computer and looked your way, a sweet smile on her face. “Okay darling, we can go now.”

Larissa’s warm and dazzling smile, was the most comforting thing on this planet, you couldn’t love anything more. It was contagious, whenever she smiled you couldn’t help but follow.

Tonight you’d order take out, every week twice a week, Routine. You’d always pick something new to try for the first time together, and you’d sit together on the couch with nothing but music playing in the background, the second you were done eating you were always the first to fall asleep.

Shuffling down to get confortable as you nuzzled into her chest with a pleased sigh, you could hear her calm heart beat, how her chest lightly moved up and down with every relaxed breath. Your perfect girl, the perfect movie life.

But you woke up, and it was over. The fresh memory of her funeral as if it had been just yesterday. A year, a whole year. And your mind refused to give in to the idea, that was it. She’s gone forever.

There was no such thing as her soft lips waking you up every morning, you didn’t laugh and dance every morning with breakfast, you walked alone through the halls of this now so monotone school, you ate lunch at your desk with nobody but yourself, and you went straight home after school. Losing yourself in daydreams of seeing her again, until you cried yourself to sleep, all to repeat again the next day, routine.

You were harshly slapped by reality each morning. You woke up. And that was it, the end of your perfect movie.

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angelhwajoong · 3 months

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*Oneshot - can be read as a standalone or as continuation to "my big boy" *Title: Will you stay by my side? - Yes *Characters: San, Seonghwa *Warning: bottom San/top Hwa, Mommy kink

"Is something bothering you, kitten?" Seonghwa asked his boyfriend. San was cuddled up in his arms while they watched a random comedy movie, but the model was looking into a space that was not the TV screen. Seonghwa placed a kiss on his head. "We can watch something else or go out if you don't like the movie."

"Oh, I'm sorry ... just thinking too much." San looked up at the older man and puckered his lips for a kiss. "I had a nightmare last night ... didn't want to tell you about it because it's silly..."

"Nothing that would tell me would be silly. It seems to bother you a lot. What was it about?" Seonghwa pressed a sweet kiss to his lips and ruffled his hair gently. San pursed his lips and didn't look into his eyes. Seonghwa tilted his head and frowned. What could it be about?

"I had a dream about us ... you said, we would go on vacation at a pretty place - nature, forest, camp fire. I was very excited because that's one of my childhood dreams. When we arrived, we unloaded your car and I started sorting some of the stuff. You said you forgot something in the car and went back. When you didn't come back after 15 minutes, I got worried and went to the parking lot but your car was missing. You didn't pick up your phone. You left me there." San explained, his eyes filling with tears while talking. The dream seemed vivid in his mind. Seonghwa shook his head and hugged San tightly, spreading kisses over his cheek and neck.

"Oh my poor kitten. You know, I'd never do such a thing. I love you way too much. I'd be insane to let you go. It was just a bad dream, okay?" He cupped his face and pecked his lips, gently wiping away some tears that managed to escape. San sniffed softly and nodded. "I will always stay by your side, my sweet kitten."

"It just felt so real, Mommy..." San whispered and rested his chin on Seonghwa's chest, looking at him with a pout. The older man ran his hand through his hair gently and poked his pout.

"How old are you right now, Sani?" They had agreed to ask this question once in a while since they found out that certain situations triggered headspaces for San. He would have the mind of a toddler, a young child or a teenager at times. Wanting to make sure that he didn't do anything inappropriate to his boyfriend, Seonghwa had brought up certain questions.

"24~ just feeling sad, Mommy... the images came back and I just want love and cuddles right now." Seonghwa pouted together with his boyfriend, although his had more of a smile to it. San was being so adorable and he wrapped his arms around him to give him a squeeze.

"How old is mommy~" Seonghwa looked him in the eyes with a serious look. Little San wouldn't be able to withhold this gaze. But he didn't avoid his eyes, so Seonghwa was satisfied.

"Mommy is 29~" San sat up, straddling Seonghwa's waist now and leaned down to steal sweet kisses. He was careful not to hurt his boyfriend with his weight. Even though, he liked to act submissive, he was still much bigger in build than the other. His hands supported himself on the side rest on either side of Seonghwa's head.

"Babe, you were just really sad about that dream and now your mood is all changed. Are you sure, you're alright?" Seonghwa didn't want to complain about the kisses but San brightened up so suddenly again, that was quite a big mood change. He felt his forehead and cupped his cheeks but the temperature felt normal. San frowned slightly.

"I'm okay, really. Just having mood swings lately?" He huffed. "Mommy, take a bath with me~ and then 'play' with me~"

Seonghwa raised his brow as he looked at San in detail. He did change his mood quite sudden lately. "You're not taking any meds or stuff to help build your muscles that might affect your mood?"

"No, I promise!" San exclaimed, eyes widening in disbelief that Seonghwa asked him such a question. He huffed and wriggled on top of Seonghwa, making the other groan.

"Babe, watch your weight. Muscles are heavy. And alright, I believe you~ maybe you are working to much. Get off me then, so we can take a bath." San hummed happily and pressed a sloppy kiss against Seonghwa's lips before getting off the older man and stretching.

"Ah my Sani. You are so sweet behind all those big muscles." Seonghwa chuckled and got up, patting his muscles. "Piggyback me~"

San grinned and squatted down to let Seonghwa climb his back, then carried him to the bathroom where he set him down carefully. Their relationship dynamics could hardly be explained but sometimes he loved to use his muscles, although he was usually the cute little sub. "That's 15,000 Won but I will let you pay with kisses instead."

"Oh how generous of you, Sani." Seonghwa grinned and placed one hand on San's cheek before leaning in for a passionate kiss, his sinful tongue running over the other's lower lips. Though, to San's disappointment the kiss ended way too soon and Seonghwa broke it off with a wink. "More of that after our bath."

San pouted but let his gaze wander down Seonghwa's body and removed his shirt. He wanted to touch his smooth skin when the other held his hand and shook his head. "Bath first, everything else later."

"But-" San started but quickly stopped, knowing Seonghwa wouldn't change his mind. To make it easier for him, the older stripped himself completely and San shed his own clothes on the floor while Seonghwa ran the bath - with lots of bubbles and a nice scent, just the way he liked it. The other got in first and let San decide whether he wanted to sit the opposite way or against his chest. San decided to lean against Seonghwa - if he didn't allow him to touch him, he would torture himself if he sat the opposite way.

Seonghwa wrapped his arms around him, hands resting dangerously low, making San gulp. No touching. He had said it. But then why on earth was Seonghwa pretending to play with his fingers and subtly brushing his skin below his waistline? Moreover, how was he staying so calm about this? San couldn't feel any change in the other's lower parts.

San started squirming a little, pursing his lips and trying to keep his junior down. He felt Seonghwa's breath against his ear along with a gentle kiss behind it. "No squirming, my big boy. Otherwise you won't get your reward."

That low whisper made him shiver and bite his lips. This tease. San cleared his throat and tried to sit still. Closing his eyes and taking deep breaths seemed like the best option now. And it worked - until Seonghwa 'accidentally' brushed his cock and fake gasped. Of course, he was sorry. San whimpered softly, the teasing was already hard enough on him. He covered his groin with his hands but the other removed them again. "What are you doing there, kitten? Do you think, Mommy is doing bad things to you?"

Not that husky voice. Park Seonghwa! San shut his eyes tightly and shook his head. He hugged himself, not knowing what to do with his hands now. Seonghwa was taking in his scent and nipped on his ear. "Then be a good boy for Mommy, okay?"

San hummed in response and nodded quickly. He loved taking baths but right now he desperately wished the water to turn cold. Seonghwa let his hands slide lower and caressed his inner thighs, of course 'accidentally' brushing his cock again with his hands. San felt his blood rush southwards and let out a soft whimper again.

"What's wrong, kitten? Are you hurt somewhere?" San nodded. "Show Mommy where~ I will try to make it better."

San shook his head quickly. That was clearly a trap. If he was in little space now, he would have certainly fallen for it but not now. He felt Seonghwa squeeze his thighs but still shook his head. Even when Seonghwa caressed his inner thighs with his fingertips, San only shook his head harder but didn't give in. The older started to spread kisses along his neck and over his shoulders. San had to grip on the edges of the tub and he could swear that Seonghwa was smiling. Smiling at his pain.

"The water is getting cold ..." Seonghwa whispered, sounding disappointed but San was actually relieved. He let out a long sigh and got out of the tub, holding a hand out for Seonghwa so he wouldn't slip. "I can see now where it hurts, kitten."

Seonghwa was still playing innocent while San was growing frustrated. He was about to throw a tantrum but he was holding back. Instead he took deep breaths and nodded, reaching for a towel under the sink and drying himself off before giving it to his boyfriend. Seonghwa looked at him intensely - a gaze he couldn't interpret.

Seonghwa took San by his hand and pulled him to their bedroom. There, he pulled San into a kiss, his ridiculously long tongue entering the other's hot cavern and exploring every spot. His hands wandered over San's upper body, fingers pinching his sensitive nipples, and ghosting over his abs. San whined, shook his head and broke the kiss, glaring at his boyfriend.

"Mommy, I'm horny as fuck and you keep teasing me. I'm not okay with that. If you don't finally fuck me, I will have to do it myself." Seonghwa raised his brow at this sudden emotional outburst, San's voice was higher than usual and sounded a little shaky. He didn't think, he had made him that frustrated. San was pretty sensitive today. Before he could say something, Seonghwa was pushed onto the bed and San crawled on top of him, pumping Seonghwa's cock to life.

"Kitten, what are you doing there?" The expression on Seonghwa's face was hilarious. Did he think they'd switch roles? Never. But San was so frustrated, his cock so angry, that he had to take over. He ignored Seonghwa, a satisfied grin on his face when the cock in his hand was hard enough. He held the base and sat down on the erection slowly, eyes closed in bliss at the slight pain because it was only a little if Seonghwa's pre-cum making it a little slippery. A satisfied groan from San along with a gasp from Seonghwa mixed together.

San now looked at his boyfriend, leaning over to catch those plush lips in a kiss. He wrapped his arms around Seonghwa's neck and started to move on top of him. "Finally ... mommy, touch my cock." He breathed.

And Seonghwa actually did without further teasing, although this would have been the perfect opportunity. The kiss seemed desperate enough and San picked up his pace even shortly after getting used to the cock in his ass. Seonghwa moaned into the kiss, not knowing where to put his hands while San was bouncing in him, he rested them on his chest.

The younger broke the kiss and threw his head back, losing himself in ecstasy while Seonghwa stroked his impatient erection and gave it a squeeze here and there. It was a bit sloppy but it was also San's fault, for bouncing at a fast pace. Then he felt something on his skin and looked up to see tears running down San's face. His expression turned worried, as he wiped the other's tears but San didn't stop his movements at all. He held him by his hips and stopped him for a moment, hissing softly as San clenched around him.

"Babe, what's wrong?" Seonghwa was out of breath and horny, yet he couldn't but worry about his boyfriend. As much as he loved sex, his boyfriend's well-being always came first. "Are you hurt somewhere? We can stop anytime, you know that."

"N-no. It just feel so fucking g-good, Mommy." San sniffed and wiped his tears before clinging to Seonghwa and resuming to his bounces. His moans mixed with small sobs and Seonghwa tried to mask his worries. The older male closed his eyes, hands placed on the other's butt as he shoved those thoughts away and enjoyed the moment. He could feel himself coming closer but he didn't want to disappoint his kitten who seemed much more horny than himself and didn't seem like he'd like to stop anytime soon. Maybe he could- No, San needed that, so he would not try to make him come faster.

"Kitten, I am close but don't worry, I will help you after I filled you up well, hm?" Seonghwa manged to say between heavy breathing and felt San give a nod and cling tighter to him. His boyfriend seemed so desperate and overwhelmed. Those emotions seemed to hit him strong. Seonghwa's breath hitched as San kept bouncing on him like his life depended on it. He couldn't hold back much longer even if he wanted to.

Another set of electric waves ran through his body as he closed his eyes and thrust his hips up. Mouth open in bliss, Seonghwa came deep inside his boyfriend with a silent scream. He shuddered and groaned softly, looking at San with half-lidded eyes who had his eyes closed while there were still tears running down his cheeks. Seonghwa peeled himself off San's embrace and let himself fall onto the mattress, letting San do what he pleased for a few more minutes while he groaned in overstimulation.

"Babe, babe~ please, I can't do that anymore. Come here~" The older man patted the space next to him and luckily San did as he told, even though he let out a whine. He laid down next to Seonghwa and looked at him like a kicked puppy. Seonghwa tried not to melt and made San scoot up higher so that he was facing his cock. He licked a long stripe from the bottom up to the tip, knowing how much San enjoyed his long and magical tongue. He wrapped his slender fingers around the base and started to swallow bit by bit. Being too tired for much foreplay and seeing San really desperate, Seonghwa immediately started bobbing his head at a fast pace. San gripped the sheets and whimpered, trying hard not to buck his hips. Last time he had gotten a good scolding. The older man pressed his tongue flat against the base and sucked on the cock that fitted so well into his mouth. He wasn't the type to give blowjobs but he had found it to be fun with San and became really good at it.

Seonghwa released the cock until he was just teasing the tip with his tongue and looking up at San with a tired gaze that was so attractive at the same time. San was clearly fighting with himself but he seemed close.

Seonghwa let out a small huff through his nose, a smirk on his lips as he engulfed the whole length until his nose touched San's pubic area. It had taken him quite a few times to manage deep-throating. He caressed San's hips as he felt him tense up and tap his should furiously. Not to mention his wild set of moans. Seonghwa released some of the cock and got ready to swallow. And San finally came loads. Seonghwa did his best not to choke and finally released the length. With a hum, he scooted up to San and hugged his waist, kissing his lips gently and wiping his sweat.

"Still not my favourite part, kitten, but damn that was a lot. How are you feeling now?" San had his eyes closed and was catching his breath. He only hummed in response which was answer enough for Seonghwa. He reached over to the night stand and reached for the wet wipes to clean themselves, doubting they had the energy to take a shower.

"Let's get some sleep, hm?" Seonghwa placed a kiss on his forehead and managed to get the blanket to cover them with it. San fell asleep first while he was busy thinking about San's mood swings that seemed to occur more often recently.

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devil-on-acid · 1 year

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The Heart of Eywa Chapter 1: First Connection

Genre: Thriller/Isekai/Fantasy/Sci-fi

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Word count: 3396

Pilot

Sypnosis: a Regular teenager get transported to the world of her obsession in her dreams, but upon arriving there she never could have thought the possibility of it being real and not just in her head. She could never have anticipated what she would feel and discover. why was she here ?

A/n: here i am finally with the official chapter 1. Sorry that it took so long since i posted the pilot. I need to mention i am a fulltime art student so i’m usually busy or too exhausted. When i write i try to make each chapter as vivid as possible so i really have to take my time to use the right words and to decide the pace of the chapter. I really wanna post a high quality story. Once again English is not my first language so my vocabulary is still improving. Let me know you thoughts and any ideas in the comments. I would love to hear them (same goes for feedback) for now i hope you enjoy this first chapter. 😊

ps. if you wanna be tagged for upcoming chapters let me know in the comments ^^

(y/n) Pov

Previously

Meanwhile the girl was still drifting, unaware that she was being watched. Shock settling into her body as she was still accepting and processing what happend to her. All that matters now is staying alive long enough to find the only people she might know, the Omaticaya.

It took me only 10 min before i could hear the sounds better, the river water drifting down stone. I sped up my pace now. And soon i reached the river. The water was so clean i could see right through it to the bioluminescent water plants at the bottom. I hastly scooped up water to drink from, the thirst coming back to me now. putting some water on my face i feel a lot less faint but i was still getting tired. Shutting my eyes for a second to blink properly i look at my surroundings again. The small river has a stone wall where the water came from like a small waterfall. Insects are even louder in this area. Always hearing a nice buzzing of some sort of cricked, and occasionally birds. All around me the bioluminescence was bright. Lighting up the entire river area. I started to wonder towards everything. I mostly have questions that i don’t know who to ask. ‘’why am i here ?’’

‘’how am i here ?’’

I didn’t know what to do or if i even have to do anything. The only chance of survival i have is finding a clan, but Omaticaya is the only clan where i know i might talk my way out of getting killed. Watching so many fantasy and action movies can teach you some skills in speaking differently then you do. I can only speak a few words na’vi and that wasn’t enough. Speaking English is the only option. Na’vi are extremely bright, they learn English faster then someone can teach them.

It might be my only option to avoid getting killed by them. They are fiercely protective and loyal to eachother, they don’t trust easily. Especially after what the Sky People did to them and their world. Whether that is still in motion or already passed is another thing i wondered and remember it for the next time i might figure it out.

I decided i am too tired to move right now. But i can’t stay here for too long. ‘’i guess i can just take a little nap right ?’’ i thought to myself. A little away from the water in the shadow of some plants i lay down on the soft moss and close my eyes. Focusing on the sounds around me. I was laying comfortably on the ground on my back. Like the feeling of coming home and dropping into your bed after a long day of work. The backache from stress lessening and disappearing every minute. My thoughts are blank, which surprised me. Most people would be having racing thoughts. Especially about home, in my situation in particular. Do my parents know i’m gone ? or has nothing changed while i’m here ? is there still a possibility this is all a deep comatose sleep ?. I do have these thoughts, but they don’t bother me. It feels like time has stopped moving both here and back home.

After what felt like an hour or longer of laying there, unable to fully fall asleep i decide to move forward. Looking around me to make sure i’m in the clear i slowly let myself sit upright. I feel dizzy. In a way it feels like i’m under the influence of something. Standing up i almost have to sit back down but keep myself grounded looking for anything to hold onto. Getting lightheaded while standing up is not going to help me right now. Walking along following the river i the area cleared a bit with less plants to avoid. The soft moss underground all i felt that ripples with light every step i made. The noises in my ears started to become stronger. it felt like i could hear the noises like ripples in my body, as if music was in the back of my head. I can hear people talking in an undetectable language, children laughing, people singing. it was keeping me on edge. But also grounded to the earth.

After only minutes of walking i felt hopeless already. I was so dizzy my head started to spin, looking at my feet and the ground and taking a deep breath i hope for the spinning to fade away. after looking at the ground for a minute i looked back up and almost stepped back. Right in front of my face was an atokirina. It’s light movements like a small jellyfish or a dandelion seed in the wind. A faint light comes from it as it moves over my shoulder and gets close to my hair. Mesmerished i keep my eyes on it. it didn’t move from my shoulder. Looking up into the sky i was hyptonized by what i saw. Hundreds of atokirina are floating down from the top of the forest . atokirina are signs for the na’vi. A pure spirit to give them a message or quide their path.

I was paralyzed in my movement, i didn’t dare take another step. Reaching out the atokirina softly floated down to cover my hands and arms. More of them placing themselves on my chest and my head, softly tickling my skin. I look behind me to the other sprites floating behind me. They connected to my shoulder and my back mimicking a cape in the motion of a wave. The sounds i hear become stronger and stronger. the voices overwhelm my senses. The sounds of nature mixing and harmonizing with them. My sight was starting to become blurry. I try to blink to focus but it didn’t help, it only made it worse. My mind keeps spinning and spinning. I can’t stand without having to balance my weight. i feel so tired i stopped fighting and let it overwhelm me. In less then a second i can feel my eyes roll back into my head and falling back to the ground. But before i feel the impact everything goes black.

Third POV

This could mean only one thing, a sky demon invading into their land. No matter how outnumbered the demon was it was still a cause of concern in the mind of the na’vi hunter. As quiet as he could go he ran to his ikran in a hurry, making Tsaheylu and flying back to the village. He knew where the sky demon was headed and he wasn’t far from the village, if he was fast enough he could warn the other warriors and the Olo'eyktan about this and they would be back before she drifted to far from this part of the forest.

The Hunter was able to reach the village in a mere 10 minutes of flying. Landing his Ikran upon the branches of a tree, many more trees around it connected by long green vines serving as a pathway between the tents and little homes build around him. As he got off his ikran he could hear the gentle singing of people and drums playing music a little down below, where many of the omaticaya where eating communally around a big bonfire. Climbing down from the tree to one of the lower and larger tents he looks for his fellow hunters and the Olo'eyktan. People greet him and he greets them back without betraying the the urge and panic he feels. As he approached the leader he crouches down next to him greeting him formally.

“oel ngati kameie Jake Sully. I need a word with the Olo'eyktan, it’s urgent.’’

Jakes eyes widened in alarm for a split second before composing his face. It wasn’t often one of the hunters or clan people had an emergency or something urgent to tell him. After spending years with his people as their clan leader he learned about their behaviour and was better able to read their emotions and was able to make opinions about the situations going on around them. The look on the hunters face gives jake a sense of worry. Which didn’t happen often.

the na’vi was feeling a mixture of shock, fear and anger under the surface of a calm face. But Jake could see right through him, he knew better. His body language was stiff and panicked. Jake conteplated what had the hunter in such a state and he needed to know more immidiatly. Jake stood up passing one look to his mate who sat a little further away with the tsahik.

‘’come with me’’ he said as he walked a little further tot he side of the large tent so they could speak in whispers.

‘’speak calmly, what is wrong ? the look on your face troubles me’’

‘’while out hunting i saw something that shouldn’t be possible. I saw a dreamwalker, a sky demon’’

Jake was immidiatly alarmed. the skypeople are back ? since when. How can this have happend without his knowledge.

‘’a dreamwalker ?, are you sure about this. Did you recognise the avatar ? are you sure it wasn’t one of the scientists ?’’

‘’she’s not familair to us, we don’t have any children avatars from the humans.’’

‘’She ?, it was a girl ?’’

‘’yes Olo'eyktan, a young girl, a mere child.’’

Jake was confused by all means the scientists have no one except for Spider when it came to children, and no other than Norm and a few others had their own avatar. But they are all adults. Unless the RDA succeeded in making a young/child avatar.

A different scenario : this is a young girl from another tribe who is completely lost. But that would be an unlikely thing. He also trusted in the hunters and the other Na’vi. They can immidiatly tell who is and who is and who isn’t a sky person, even if you took the physical aspect of the avatar away. The 5 winger and eyebrows, they can always tell. It was something Jake as a former avatar wasn’t able to sense.

Then there was the worts scenario : The skypeople have returned to Pandora, How is the question. If any spaceship comes in Pandora’s orbit they would’ve seen it sooner, they would’ve seen a new star in the night.

‘’Have you told this to anyone else ?’’ Jake asked.

‘’No, Sir’’

Gather a group of hunters, bring them together at the totem. Do so quickly and calmly. I don’t anyone question what is happening.

With that he sent the hunter on his way to gather the others. Meanwhile he walked back to his mate who was currently giving out food to their children and feeding their 2 year old baby. As he came closer his children as wel as his mate looked at him expectantly, turning towards him or looking up at him. As Jake stood before them he crouched down to properly speak to her and silently observe then infant she cradles in her arms.

‘’Ma Jake ?’’ is all Neytiri needed to ask. She knew the look on her mates/husbands face, she could tell he was holding back from telling her something. The worry and confusion starting to become visible on her face.

‘’Ma Jake, what is happening ?’’

‘’Me and a group of hunters are gonna gather at the Totem, i need you there.’’

‘’is there something wrong dad ?’’ his 13 year old Daughter asks. Kiri was looking at her father with wide curious looking eyes. Usually he would expect this question from Lo’ak, but this time it came from Kiri.

‘’No there is nothing wrong babygirl, can you and Neteyam take care of your siblings and go to Grandmother. Me and your mother have something to discuss.

Rectuantly the children all gathered and stood up, taking their food with them to finish with the tsahik. Lo’ak turned before walking with them conteplating to ask his father questions, but the look Jake gave him told him no in an instant. This was absolutely no good time. So he stays quiet and goes with his siblings, Neytiri still holding small Tuk stands straight and determinded, Like a proud mother ready to protect as she looks back at him.

‘’twawne, what is happening ?’’

Jake looks back to her trying to calm his expression for what he was about to tell her.

‘’they, the hunters, saw a dreamwalker, not one of our own.’’

Neytiri looks at Jake with shock written on her face. From all the things she was expecting him to tell this was not one of them. But her shock from this knowledgequickly turned into frustration and anger.

‘’what are they ? is it the skypeople ? are they back ?’’ ‘’they never should have dared to return’’

Before she could say more Jake cuts her of without angering her more.

‘’We don’t know who they are or how they came here. Appareantly they are alone, but we don’t know if more are out there. A hunting party and me will go out to track her, they we’re spotted not far from here’’

Neytiri looks Jake in thee yes with determination, her voice not wavering or stuttering for even a second.

‘’I am coming with, i need to see this demon for myself’’

‘’Neytiri, this could be a trap, we don’t kniow how many there are or what they have, we need to be carefull about this’’

Neytiri didn’t back down ‘’i am coming, you can’t convince me otherwise. We’ll track the demonand stop them from coming here. Especially this close tot he village.’’

Jake recuantly agrees, Neytiri is a fierce warrior. Nothing will stand in her way or hold her back. She can handle herself.

‘’okay, but i have to tell the people over at the lab and warn them, or at least Norm and Max.’’

‘’you want to involve the humans again ? they’ll only be in our way.’’

‘’no they won’t, i make sure of that. They can help us. We just need to warn them for any possible outcome. I’m gonna as kif they might have a theory or have picked something up at the lab. See if they may have a clue on how they’ve gotten here.’’

With that Jake hoped Neytiri would agree with his choices, her and Jake never always saw eye to eye with some things involving leading the tribe. But whatever happens they still trusted eachother. Mo’at still being the Tsahik often agreed with Jake.

‘’i’ll inform the Tsahik, Go and prepare. I want this over with quickly’’

with that she walked away towards the Tsahiks tent to drop of Tuktirey for bed and inform het mother of the situation. Hoping everone who will come with the hunters remains uninjured.’’

Jake went tot he Totem to inform the warriors/hunters of the planand prepare. This needed to be done carefully and silently. They’ll track down and observe the dreamwalkerand see if she has any contact with anyone outside the forest. Adrenaline shot trough his body prepared for anything that could happen.

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‘’Norm, Norm do you read me ?’’

The radio comes to life with it’s spheric static noises. A few seconds went by before the radio picked up a reply.

‘’Jake, i’m here i read you. Is everything alright ? you hardly ever use the radio, what’s going on?’’

Norm, i need you and maybe max or someone else to check anything you can off the satelites still working. See if something came into Pandora’s orbit. Or try to see if you pick up any signals unfamilair to us. Anything like a habsite or a ship.’’

‘’Whoah, whoah, slow down. You want us to look for any unusual activity ? what for. Did you find something?’’

‘’Or someone’’ Said Jake. The radio went silent for a second, the words he said came out quick and without thinking.

On the other end of the radio Norm sat in the lab at the remains of Hells gate. He was still awake in his human form to look at samples he picked up earlier in the day. Now listening to what Jake called him for. It wasn’t unusual to hear the radio every once in a while come to life. Wheter it be random static noises or Jake calling in to check up on everyone if he was too busy to stop by. And he usually was. What was unusual is for hi mto call upon them this late at night.

‘’wait Jake i couldn’t hear you, can you repeat that.”

‘’i said…..i said we didn’t find something we found someone. we found a dreamwalker, potentionally.’’

‘’wait, there is a avatar out there, are you sure?’’

‘’well i wasn’t the one that found it, or sa wit. One of the hunters did.’’

Jake had to start thinking of a plan, what if there really was an avatar walking in the forest right now. What do they do ? kill them on site?. There should be another way, he still needed answers. And now whether he had to or not the scientists would be involved.

Norm was silently having a whirlwind of thoughts running trough his brain.

‘’Norm you still with me’’ Jake asked

‘’sorry, yes i hear you, i was…thinking for a second’’

‘’Norm. Can you only inform max and whoever needs to know about this. I don’t wanna cause unnecessary panic if it is a false alarm. A hunting part is going to follow this ‘someone’ they found, i’m going with them. But i need a favor’’

‘’thats the first time you ever asked for a favor, but yeah how can i help?’’ Norm questioned, he had a theary what Jake was up to but he would let him do the talking for now. Still too preocupied with his thoughts to start arguing with someone’’

‘’if there is an dreamwalker alone, i need to get them to Hells gate. We can keep them there, we can’t let them know where the village is’’

‘’then why do you want them here ? they’ll know where we are, what the thinking ?’’ Norm said as he contignues

‘’I don’t think the’ll be much better of here’’

‘’no they are. We need to keep them isolated to confuse them, not knowing where they are is the best option to pin them down.’’ Jake trows back

‘’Well, you’ll need to get them to a holding cell further inside the buildings we don’t use. But how do you even wanna get them here.’’

‘’the hard way i figured’’

‘’Jake, don’t do something unnecessarily stupid’’

‘’Can’t promise anything at this point’’

‘’Okay i’ll inform Max and the others’’

‘’Thank you Norm’’

Jake then ended the radio call. He needed to get the other hunters ready to depart. They couldn’t wait another second.

i can’t see, i can’t hear. All i see is blackness. No colors or images and no dreams. The lack of sound was giving a tingling sensation in my head. Occasionally i could hear a peep on one side of my head and it fades few seconds after. I don’t know where i am, or what is going on.

I turn and turn in the hopes of seeing anythng in the distance but the blackness was messing with my sense of direction. A cold wind comes from behind me and my first instinct is to wrap my arms around me and sit down, curling myself up shielding my body from the cold. turning to look where the wind came from it starts to get warmer. when i face behind me a bright light blinds me from under me. glowing gold and orange like the sun and warming my body. As i try to open my eyes my sight is still completely blinded. It felt like i couldn’t choose between waking up or staying asleep.

I can faintly start to feel the sensations of my body again. A pressure or support under my knees and spine, my head falls back too tired to support my neck. As i faintly hear some voices around me all the sounds completely stop again giving back the tingling sensation in my head. And the loop starts all over again. Trying to see, hear and feel.

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buddieisgoingtohappen · 1 year

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Buddie Gets Hit By Lightning fics

Path Of The Lightning Bolt

When Eddie and Buck are both injured after they're struck by lightning and thrown off the truck, the team rallies around them. Meanwhile, Eddie figures out that he's in love with his best friend.

No grave can hold my body down

“I - they - they wouldn’t let me stay with you. I didn’t know what else to do. I couldn’t - I couldn’t leave you, Buck. I couldn’t.” And then Eddie - Eddie - is weeping. An anguished, wretched thing that echoes through Buck’s body like a siren call. It burrows under his skin, seeps into his blood, and his bones, and his marrow.

in a flash

buck has a near death experience, ruminates on the past, and thinks about his future.

I need to feel his heartbeat

Eddie is distraught as he watches Buck's heart stop beating after being struck by lightning. Although Eddie is also injured, no one can stop him from going to Buck.

leave me with some kind of proof it's not a dream

“He saved me. He saved me and all I did- All I could do was pull his line. It’s my fault. I should have… I didn’t get there quick enough. I should have gone up the ladder for him, Buck doesn’t like heights that much-”. “Eddie.” Hen interrupts, unable to hear anymore of this spiel. “You saved him. That’s how he’ll remember it.”

wake up, stay with me

Buck is struck by lightning on the ladder, and Eddie does everything he can to keep Buck with him, to bring him back, and he spends more hours than he can keep track of just praying that he comes back to him so he can say all of the things that he now realises he's been holding back

And if I'm on fire, you'll be made of ashes, too

When Buck is gravely injured in a lightning strike on a call, Eddie is left to deal with the immediate fallout, including breaking the news to a devastated Christopher.

My Superhero, Buck Flash

Christopher visits his father who’s in a coma and wills him to wake up using superhero talk!

The couch is right there

Eddie saw that lightning bolt hit Buck, he saw Buck fall off the ladder, he himself tried to get him down but was struck too, and now when he awakes, his first and only thought is ‟Buck”.

You were bigger than the whole sky

When Buck wakes from a vivid coma dream, he feels like he's lost everything he's ever wanted, and he doesn't know how to get past it and go back to living his reality. 6x11 spec fic

I don't know what's real and what's a dream. It's all so confused.

After the lightning strike. Buck wakes up from the coma and doesn't know what is real and what he has dreamed. He mistakenly thinks Eddie is his husband. They're not even a couple. Everything plays along to help Buck recover. Except Buck's parents.

broken pieces fit together

When Buck gets home from the hospital, he stays with the Diazes - and stays in Eddie's bed. Maybe Eddie isn't the only one getting comfort from it.

Terror and Time

Based on the image of Christopher sitting beside Buck's hospital bed. Eddie's POV and emotions.

I've known it from the moment that we met (no doubt in my mind where you belong)

Buck wakes up from a coma and he and Eddie find comfort in each other in the hospital.

“You’re my angel… oh angel” (Eddie prays)

Eddie can’t lose Buck, his angel and the love of his life. After Buck’s wheeled into the ER, Eddie goes to the hospital’s chapel to ask, no plead for him to live.

Can you hear me screaming (please don't leave me)

He can feel Buck’s ribs creaking under the force of his compressions - how strange a thing, when Eddie has only ever wanted to keep Buck from harm. But now his bones are cracking under Eddie’s weight, under his desperation to keep Buck in this world with him.

I’m afraid of what you’ll see, right now

After Buck recovers from the lightening strike, Eddie is distant and trying to be stoic. One night Buck shows up for impromptu movie night. Chris is thrilled while Eddie barely holds it together. During the moving Chris lays his head over Buck's heart and listens to the beat, and then tells his dad to come and do the same. Before Eddie can protest Buck's pulling him in. The steady beat fills Eddie's ears and he finally looses it spectacularly, full emotional catharsis. Love ensues

Please Don't Take Our Sunshine Away

Staring down at Buck Christopher felt his heartbreaking as he looked at the man he had come to see as his second dad. "Buck, I know you can hear me and I know that you are fighting to come back to all of us. We miss you and we are all lost without you. Dad needs you to come back. I need you to come back to us. I never got the chance to tell you that I love you so much pops. That I hoped one day you and dad would realize what we all know that you two are meant to be. You love each other so much. Dad and I aren't whole without you, it is like the sun has hidden behind the clouds and it won't come back out until you wake up. Please pops come back to us." Christopher begged his shoulders shaking with his sobs. Buck's family waits for him to wake up.

In My Head, I'm Yours

While in a coma, Buck dreamt that he was married to Eddie. When Eddie finds out, he freaks out, thinking Buck found out about his unrequited feelings for Buck.

You promised not to leave me

Buck is in a coma and Chris reacts unexpectedly. He yells at the unconscious man and says he hates him. Eddie talks to his son, who desperately wants Buck back. Chris apologizes to Buck and tells him to keep swimming. As a reminder of how they survived the tsunami. After a while, Eddie understands how Buck must have felt after the shooting. The feelings overwhelm him.

Chris talks to “his Buck”

Chris talks to “his Buck/second dad” while Buck's in a coma.

To Say It Better, Although We've Said It Before

Eddie takes care of Buck during his recovery from the lightning strike.

even if we're married?

eddie really needs to stop dropping life-changing news on buck in hospitals

if you fall, i'll fall with you

Eddie makes a few confessions to get Buck to truly understand how important he is.

like the peel clings to the pomegranate

Buck recovers and doesn't quite realize what he means to others.

the safest place you've found

“That’s not—” Eddie starts, but cuts himself off as he snaps his mouth shut. “It’s different, Buck.” “How?” Buck asks, cheeks a heady pink. He steps into Eddie’s space, the anger nearly evaporating into something more quiet and devastating. “How is it different?” And this. This is what breaks him. “Because,” Eddie nearly yells, “you were able to save me from the line of fire, but I couldn’t pull you up the ladder!”

Flashes

Buck is in a coma and Christopher's not handling it well.

Wishful Thinking

While in a coma, Buck dreams of a life where he and Eddie are together. When he wakes up, still stuck in the dream, he kisses Eddie, only for reality to come crashing down on him.

fever dream high in the quiet of the night (it's you)

buck visits coma dream eddie aka angry guy™ in that alternative universe and when he wakes up, some conversations are had and they step a little closer to what they really want.

just the memory of your face

Buck and Eddie watch a movie and Eddie has a panic attack as he watches the main character mourn his love interest.

Lying, among other things you shouldn't be doing to a Firefighter

what if Buck gained the ability to tell when people are lying after the lightning strike? and what if he completely denies the existence of said ability?

It's no coincidence that your hand fits perfectly in mine

Buck gets hurt on a call, and Eddie isn't prepared to see him in a hospital bed again so soon after the lightning strike.

My Kind of Happiness

When Buck is struck by lightning, he wakes up as a 14 year old kid who thinks he's still in Pennsylvania, alone after Maddie left him. Although his parents try to take him back, Evan decides to stay and learn about the life he built in California. And what an amazing life it is.

Lightning Strikes Twice on Nights Like These

Eddie shows up at Buck's loft, dripping wet while a storm rages around him. There's lightning in the distance and Buck knows why he's here without having to ask. You're here because I died on a night like this. So when Eddie parts his lips to ask to come in - Buck steps aside. For on a night when lightning strikes, he could use the company.

Recovery

Buck wakes up in the Diaz home after the lightning strike to find himself surrounded by family.

Last updated: 12/12/23

#buckley diaz family #buddie 911 #buddie #eddie diaz #911 on fox #eddie diaz x evan buckley #evan buck buckely #evan buckley x eddie diaz #911 spoilers #evan buckley

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richincolor · 8 months

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Review of Rez Ball by Byron Graves Heartdrum

Publisher’s Summary: These days, Tre Brun is happiest when he is playing basketball on the Red Lake Reservation high school team—even though he can’t help but be constantly gut-punched with memories of his big brother, Jaxon, who died in an accident.

When Jaxon’s former teammates on the varsity team offer to take Tre under their wing, he sees this as his shot to represent his Ojibwe rez all the way to their first state championship. This is the first step toward his dream of playing in the NBA, no matter how much the odds are stacked against him.

But stepping into his brother’s shoes as a star player means that Tre can’t mess up. Not on the court, not at school, and not with his new friend, gamer Khiana, who he is definitely not falling in love with.

After decades of rez teams almost making it, Tre needs to take his team to state. Because if he can live up to Jaxon’s dreams, their story isn’t over yet.

My Thoughts: Forgive me for a second, but I need to gush. I don’t often gush, but I really did love this book and Tre’s story. From the very beginning Byron Graves had me on the edge of my seat. We are dropped right into the final moments of a regional playoff game that means a lot to Tre, his family, and his community. The loss they’ve had makes them want the victory even more than usual. Byron expertly weaves that tension throughout Tre’s year to come and made it so putting down the book was almost impossible.

The structure of the story is that Tre is trying to make the varsity team with the ultimate goal being an NBA spot and one of his friends is making a documentary along the way. It was a clever bit of storytelling because Tre does several interviews for this film and we get to hear his answers to questions that might not be asked in typical daily conversations. The documentary frames the story well.

Aside from the way the story is structured, the setting and community is incredibly vivid. The rez, the high school, and the basketball courts are painted clearly and it feels like I stepped through into this space and time to see and hear the “beautiful chaos” of the game and can appreciate the relationships of everyone involved. This book is going to speak loudly and clearly to those folks who’ve played and/or watched rez ball.

Though Byron Graves was definitely writing to and for Native readers, this story can also speak to others because there are universal themes of pain, loss, community, love, survival, and people striving to thrive. There are difficult situations and many moments of intense pressure on and off the court. I appreciated that there are wins and losses and it’s hard to guess which one is coming. Above all, it all felt real. Life isn’t often as tidy as a Disney or Hallmark movie. Tre is making some excellent choices like his summer training plan and he’s also managing to make some poor choices that create dumpster fires.

He’s surrounded by friends, including one he’d like to have as more than a friend, and family who help him navigate life and bring love, laughter, and sometimes hard truths. HIs parents are still grieving the death of his older brother so it’s a struggle for all concerned, but they are steady. They don’t always see through to his pain, but they give him space and support when they do see past his armor.

Recommendation: Get this as soon as you can. Pre-order. Recommend it to your local library. Do all the things that will get it into your hands and into lots of other hands too. It’s a page turner with a lot of excitement and heart. I will be recommending this one to pretty much anyone. I watched basketball frequently with my father when I was a child, but am not interested enough to watch it on my own as an adult. Nevertheless, I cared about every single game in these pages. Graves pulled me in there and had me in the stands jumping and cheering with the Red Lake Warriors fans.

#weneeddiversebooks #ya lit #book review

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lulubelle814 · 6 months

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Chapter 15

Opening my eyes, it was dark. I could still feel his arms around me, holding me close, his breath on my cheek, his scent filing my senses. I kept my eyes closed, wanting to hold onto that feeling for as long as my mind would allow it.

After a moment or two, I felt the bed shift, realizing someone was holding me from behind. It felt warm and comforting. Suddenly, the arms holding me shift ever so slightly causing me to feel a slight roughness from a cheek that needed shaving.

'This is an incredible dream' I thought to myself as I settled in, thoroughly enjoying whatever was happening. Although my eyes remained closed, it felt vivid, surreal even. So I decided to stay as is, enjoying it while I could, inhaling the citrusy smell surrounding me.

After a few minutes, I decided I had to at least a peak. I looked long enough to see the arm wrapped around me, a dark blue sleeve pulled up to the elbow and long, slender fingers with a platinum band on the third finger. I couldn't help but smile before closing my eyes again.

When I woke up in the morning, I tried to hold on to that dream. It was soothing, a kind of balm. The man felt like a missing part of my soul. These thoughts and dreams of him are both a source of comfort and confusion. 'Something about this just isn't right. I swear I'm not losing my mind. Am I?' I really wondered to myself. It can't hurt to dream of a mystery man, but when it feels so incredibly real?

Clinging to my pillow, I tried to hold on to the scent of citrus and musk helplessly as it floated away, sobbing softly trying not to wake up my roommate. It turned out, however, that she was already up and gone. When I eventually peeled myself out of bed, I saw a note from her in the kitchen saying she had to go into the office and might not be back until late but left something for me in the fridge.

In there, I found my favorite chocolate milk which had become incredibly hard to find along with a couple slices of black forest cake from that bakery we both love. Damn it. Sarah knew me all too well. These were two things that no matter what was going on, I could never turn them down. To be honest, I thought the milk had been discontinued. I didn't know what kind of witchcraft she pulled to get it, but I was grateful.

Snatching the bottle of milk, the cake, and a fork, I settled on the couch. I couldn't be bothered with things like glasses or plates. Those things only got in the way.

I decided to watch Inside Out as it felt fitting. Watching the inner emotions of this girl talk, having random memories thrown up from storage, playing with then losing Bing Bong. It was a funny and touching movie.

Once it was over, I began watching Up but found myself crying hard when Carl and Ellie grew older. It was too much and had to turn it off. It made me sad every time but it struck me much harder this time, curing up into the couch, falling asleep due to the exhaustion that crying usually caused.

Chapter 16

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brejecat · 7 months

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Dorothea MoonWater/Moonseeker Mugle AU:

“Hey, Dorothea, do you ever stop and think about me?

When we were younger, down in the park.

Honey, making a lark of the misery”

I was listening to Dorothea by Mrs. Swift the other day and suddenly this AU idea was born:

Walburga was once a famous actress that had fallen under obscurity and wanted her children to pursue a career in the model/movie industry. So, she decided to raise them in a restrictive way since birth. Sirius obviously couldn’t handle that treatment so he left after sometime but Regulus stayed with their mother (kinda similar to canon).

Our lover boys had their first real interaction under the bleachers, Regulus was thinking about showing support to his brother during a game but decided to back off in the last second and Remus was never the biggest fan of crowds so he decided to follow his brother’s friend to see what was going on. Two introverts sharing an awkward moment but that doesn’t necessarily felt bad in their personal opinion, something has changed that day.

Those two become friends and closer after some other experiences and meetings, bonding over academic stuff, books, weird tv shows, love for cats. Their relationship grows in a good slow-paced way until both of them were aware of their own love feelings. Remus decided to confess first expecting the worst (he’s so oblivious sometimes) but it was Regulus who had initiative for their first kiss. Due living in quite a small town they had to be really careful, specially about Black’s mom, her sons not being straight would never be something okay for Walburga considering she believed and planned for the future, Regulus sadly never had the courage to talk about that to anyone besides his closest friends and Remus.

Their love create a cute love bubble but soon Remus slowly start to notice how much pressure is put over his boyfriend shoulders, everything revolving around him being the perfect boy to please his mother wishes. One day, after Regulus prom has passed, they were discussing about the future, their relationship and career plans. It doesn’t ends well, they get into a big fight and after that happened they stop talking to each other with Walburga deciding to move to a big city to focus on her son’s career as a future celebrity.

“I love performing, i love acting, the atmosphere, all the praise and applauses. It’s been like that for such a long time, just because I talked to you about some minor insecurities it doesn’t mean that wouldn’t be a good future for me.”

“Of course not, I know you had a lot of good moments and how much talented you’re, I was sitting in the front row of that play last month remember Love? You know I’ll always support your decisions, don’t you Reggie? I just want you to think if they’re truly yours! I want you to be the happiest and content possible, that you’re doing it for you, not for her but for you own good…”

Some time is passed, Regulus really become famous showing up on tv and commercials, his face is all over magazines and outdoors, now living in a big city and never coming back his hometown. However, miles away from there, in a old small town, everything they did, the time spend together, all the love and memories their shared still is so vivid in Remus mind. Even after all the years passed without communication, Lupin still remembers how they would be going for hours just talking about their favorite books, favorite nerdy tv shows, their kisses and secret dates…

As for Regulus? He tells himself how much lucky he’s, how he’s living ✨the dream✨daily. But sometimes, when his deep thoughts starts bubbling into his mind, Black thinks about missing every day that one person who truly got him, the one who saw behind his facades and fake smiles (but that’s talk for some other time)

(Was it at least decent? That’s my first AU idea so sorry if it sucks haha)

#marauders #remus lupin #regulus black #moonwater #moonseeker #taylor swift #Mr. Remus Dorothea Lupin #Mr. Regulus ‘Tis The Damn Season Black #marauders (taylor’s universe version)

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readingwithal · 1 year

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The Stranger by Albert Camus

"Today, mom died. Or maybe yesterday, I don't know."

I would like to preface this by saying this is an insanely masterful book. Camus is a genius and it shows just as much in the French version as it does in the English one. He writes in a very Hemingway style, with simple descriptions that make the most vivid scenes and emotions. The imagery was captivating. I could feel the dry heat of Algiers contrasting with its cool and lively evenings. All of the characters felt real (minus Mersault) and familiar. In fact, I read this book only 2 weeks ago but it felt like I have known the story forever. The images it drew in my mind seem like an old movie that I watched in a dream. I cannot stress enough how excellent the writing in this book is.

But I hated this book. I will never read it again. I already donated my copy to Goodwill. As I said, I found the writing wonderful but the actual content of the story horrible. This is something I can generally look past, but I felt so strongly about this book after finishing it that I was unable to see its skill until later.

Without spoiling the book, all I can say is that Meursault, the main character, disgusted me beyond what I thought possible. He was so insensitive to every small thing in his life, and it infuriated me. Not only was he unable to enjoy the fun things and the kind people around him, but he was also unable to feel sadness or grief. He didn't feel love, shame, regret, compassion, grief, or an ounce of remorse for anything he had done. People often hail the book as a treasure among existential books, however, I think that Meursault is past the point of existentialism and is just grossly nihilistic.

This book focuses on the inevitability of death. But instead of accepting it and enjoying life while he can, Meursault just rots away. I read the whole book holding out hope for him to change, to come to some great realization. But he only briefly flirts with being an actual decent human being, and it left me bitterly disappointed.

At first, I rashly rated it 2 stars, which I already felt was generous enough. But after reflection, I realized that any book that made you feel this strongly about a fictional character is obviously objectively good. Not to mention, Camus didn't write this book intending for us to like Meursault or to justify his beliefs and behavior. He was just telling a story. One of the best-written books I have read but a truly horrible story.

I actually wasn't going to make a review of this book because it made me so mad but then i remembered that i can't only review good books ugh

#book review #//bookreviews//#booklr #books #book tumblr #reading #book recommendations #bookblr #bookstagram #book reccs #albert camus

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jakepullsthetrigger · 1 year

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I met RR from Grindr last 2017. We’ve been fucked buddies slash almost lovers for almost 5 months.

I just came out from a relationship where my ex boyfriend cheated on me.

RR just came out from a toxic relationship with his ex, tho, they were still living together since they have rented a condo unit with a contract together.

I had no issues with that. Past is past, right?

It was a bitter sweet 5 months.

Walang away. Walang gulo. Pero were crossing tight ropes.

Unsure if falling is an option. Unsure if we will try to catch each other.

Those 5 months were too good to be true.

We were there for each other.

He would go to my place always.

We will spend the evening together.

Talk about arts, and life, and things in between.

The fuck — oh, the fuck, it was so good.

He admired me and I love that feeling.

I introduced him to my dad and to my friends.

He introduced me to his friends.

Unsure of our label, we kept on clinging to each other.

We were even calling each other babe. Exchanging playlists.

Acting like lovers. The operative word - acting.

But we ended as well, like almost all acting lovers.

We were not able to translate the almost into a real one.

It was too frightening for us, so we decided that flight was the best course of action.

There were relapse. There were attempts to get it all back.

But the void was too big that we just couldn’t bring everything that has been lost together.

In the first place - there was never an us.

So there’s nothing to bring back together in the first place.

Only ghosts and memories of dream-like evenings together.

So after parting ways, I kept on sending letters to the emptiness.

Hoping that in one impossible way or another, it would reach him.

I am not expecting anything, but I just wanted him to hear it.

Here are some of those letters.

Mostly written after seeing bits of pieces of him in movies, random conversations or familiar places that we once wandered of together:

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RR,

I cannot recall all the details clearly.

I am standing outside the old condominium. You are standing outside somewhere else. EDSA seems peaceful on Sundays. A lady passes by with a pink umbrella. The train rushes through the railway, but slowly takes a halt as it goes to Boni Station. I see you walking towards me. Black shirt. Rubber shoes. Big smiles.

I wonder if trains also need to take a rest. My head on your chest. You create traces of unknown lands on my skin. I hear your breathing. The room gets colder the longer we stay together without any words. Our bodies refuse to tell another paragraph. We are lost. Time is just a clock. The magnitude of gravity falls into our bed, while we hear the honkers of buses outside the window.

How long has it been? It feels like a thousand march from my island to yours. We are waters apart. I still pray that the waves kiss your cheeks on my behalf. I hope that the fisher folks greet your great mornings. I hope that your village is kinder than what we have had.

I drink from a bottle of beer as if I am remembering your kisses. I follow it with a shot of tequila. After every gulp, it feels like a punch on my gut. It pains me to know not knowing. I walk home not knowing.

Do trains also need to take a rest? Maybe on Sundays. Maybe when it has been rushing too much. Maybe when it has let so many people in from and to their destination. Maybe if it has gone cold and old.

Maybe trains need to. Your side of my bed still has your name on it.

Why do you still visit me on my dreams, RR? I miss you. How long has it been?

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You know what. I still check your blog to see if you have written any love letter lately. You see, I still hope that you will write some for me. You see, I miss talking to you. Half-drunk wits in the cold corners of the room. I remember your lips trembling. I remember how you always check the time - not because you already want to go home, but because you want the night to be longer. You know what, that scene in Saguijo is still vivid until now - we’re both holding our own bottle of Pale, few inches apart, both of us facing the now famous Ben&Ben, and then we closed our eyes as we absorbed every word of Kathang Isip, of the safe feeling amidst the noise of the crowd, of how time chose to freeze at that moment.

You know what, I didn’t really close my eyes. Looking at you at that moment was one of our loveliest moments together.

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Here I am in Antipolo. Sitting by the window, I look at how vast the sky is. I crave for beer. I crave for you. When the wind blows, the leaves flutter, and the trees sway, and I whisper your name.

You’re somewhere in the Metro. Is it unfamiliar to see the highways empty, the streets empty, the room empty? See, unfamiliarity is the enemy of sudden longing. I crave for your touch.

I am by the sea of your hometown’s island. I stare at the sun’s reflection on the ocean. It’s a subtle way for the heavens to kiss the lands. I look at the strangers - the people, the forests, the winding pavement. I wonder, can the village trace me back to parts of you left unknown?

You’re inside the bar. Maybe two, or three bottles already. Your lips still tremble, I see. The music’s tempo is getting slower. The lights heavier. My body is a little off key with the promises we said, to not lose in this game.

I am in a rushing bus going to the city. I received another song. I remember all the songs that you sent to me. Sometimes, music is a hotline to memories. I have heard that line before somewhere, but quite different. I have heard this song before, but right now, quite different.

You’re in Rizal, I’m in Baler. In Catanduanes, in Laguna. In Mandaluyong, in Cubao. See, there was once this small dingy room where we once met. We’re all over the places, but never in the same space. See, we’ve hold each other dear, once.

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Last night, I’ve watched Lady Bird. There was a scene where Lucas said that he wanted to go to Paris that’s why he was studying French. Yesterday, my boss replied Merci. I was unsure with the usage of Bienvenue or bienvenu. I remember a boy who keeps a daily schedule to study French. He dreams of going to Paris and settling there for good. We never had a chance to talk in French - only snippets of translations and expressions. Only kisses. Only fucking. Paris was the small room in our apartment. A friend once told me that French is a love language. I’m bad with language. My French is my silence. My French is my surrender in free fall. My French is my I’ll be there in your darkest of days. My French is holding on and kissing the bruises of history. Oh god, how can language divide strangers yet create this feeling of distance between the familiar. Boy, our tongues are more than French.

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Laguna de Bay stretches from Metro Manila to Laguna to Rizal. The people of the lake call it Lawa ng Báé. We were in a boat without the usual katig. The moon glimmers on the gentle ripples of the lake. You were holding tight, calm yet mindful of the uncertainties that the darkness, the waters, and the danger of the unfamiliarity might bring. I remember how your lips tremble when we kiss. Shot after shot, it was an evening with the fishermen. They brought some fresh catch. We brought bottles of whiskey, I think, or brandy. I was not sure. I was sure of you. Was - imagine how words can make memories slumber in peace. I was sleeping on the bamboo bench, you on the bamboo floor just beside me. The waters rest below our bamboo hut mounted in the middle of the lake. I was sure that we were trying to hold hands while sleeping. Half drunk. We didn’t care about what the fishermen might say. The world was sober. That was the last time we’ve seen Talim Island together. The water, the sunrise, the people. The island was gentle for vagabonds like us. Gentle memories still open old scars.

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Dear RR, I wonder if you also think of me.

1. I have discovered that you have stopped writing after that disaster. Maybe, we’re just a little bit of bad poetry trying to make words sound a little bit better. Maybe, we have been hiding too much in parentheses that we have started to become unfamiliar of our own sentences. Tell me, were those old love letters really meant love?

2. I pray that you find refuge in yourself. Not just in the people you meet. Not just in the people you kiss. Did you kiss someone lately? It pains me to know that someone can now describe how indescribable your lips are.

3. Tell me, if you happen to pass by, will you knock at my door like an old friend visiting a familiar home? This was once our home, right? The place where everything stops. The place where logic does not reign. The place where we pray for a long evening, and a longer lifetime. Together. Can I kiss you?

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4 days, 33 minutes and 25 seconds - Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw (smut)

Y'all wanted some more of Rooster, so here we go. I haven't watched the movie, so there aren't any spoilers. Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: The reader has been waiting for her husband to return from a mission. And he finally comes home.

Warnings: 18+, vaginal unprotected sex, shower sex, fluff, small pieces of angst

Pairing: Bradley Bradshaw x fem!reader (900 words)

4 days, 31 minutes and 56 seconds. She had been anxiously waiting for Rooster to return, with her hands pressed against the glass of their big window, eyes flickering towards the grey sky, watching the raindrops pour to the ground.

4 days, 32 minutes and 15 seconds. She had barely managed to catch up on any sleep, scared that she’d miss the return of her loving husband. The man who has left her for one last mission, the man who has promised her - with tears welling up in his eyes - that he’d return to her.

4 days, 32 minutes and 49 seconds. She hadn’t been able to shake off the anxiety she felt, forced to think about the what ifs, the darkening thoughts that seemed to follow her around like a shadow. What if he’d break his promise and not return to her and their life together?

4 days, 33 minutes and 25 seconds - that’s how long it took him to return.

“Babe?” Rooster’s voice echoed through their apartment. His bag found its way to the ground, landing with a soft thud; his shoes followed shortly after. With his ears focusing on the sound of their shower running, he made his way down the dark hallway, momentarily freezing in front of the door.

His heart was lighter than it had been yesterday, the day where he still hadn’t been sure if he’d manage to return to her. But now - as he was standing only a few feet away from (y/n) - Rooster couldn’t help but thank his lucky stars. For allowing him to return to his lover once again.

Slowly he pushed open the door, eyes finding her naked frame. (Y/n) hadn’t noticed him yet, she had her eyes closed, hands running down her body to wash away the tiredness that clung to her like a child needing to feel its mother close. A hungry need that feasted from her weak soul, forcing her to her knees.

“Well, this is certainly a nice view. What a loving welcome.” She froze, body slowly turning towards her grinning husband. A sob rumbled through her, hand covering her mouth as if she wasn’t sure if her sounds would break her dream, ripping her from this moment before she could feel him.

Rooster quickly shrugged out of his clothes, naked body finding hers. The hot water cascaded down his frame as their lips met, sharing a kiss full of love and relief. He was home, alive and breathing - and that’s all she needed to know. All she needed to finally find the rest she had been aching for.

“Fuck, I’ve missed you.” Rooster’s rough voice shot tingles down her spine, clit pulsing in anticipation. She had missed him too, his touches, his voice, the kisses he used to press against her skin, making her feel as if she hadn’t felt him close in years.

“Missed you too, so much, was waiting for you to return.” (Y/n) kissed him again, allowing Rooster to press her against the cold shower tiles, hand wandering down her upper body. Both were aching for one another, needing to feel their partners in the most intimate way imaginable.

With Rooster’s hand disappearing between her thighs and her head thrown back, he couldn’t help but admire (y/n), taking a few seconds to properly study her frame. For the past days he had tried to imagine her body, the way her skin felt beneath his calloused fingertips, the way she cried his name in the depth of the night - but nothing would manage to paint a vivid picture like this. The reality he was now fortunate enough to live through.

“Fuck me, Rooster. I’ve been waiting for this, please.” (Y/n) moaned his name, she struggled to keep on breathing, the sensations felt too real, too strong for her mind and soul to catch up with the moment. And before she could force herself to focus on her husband, he had pushed into her.

Her walls momentarily clamped down on his cock, holding him close to adjust to his girth. With both their moans clawing through them, he started fucking her against the wall, careful not to hurt her. The water kept clashing down on them, drowning out the sounds of their bodies meeting over and over again, binding them closer together.

Neither Rooster nor (y/n) felt the need to speak about the emotions burning through them, all they could do was kiss one another breathless, allowing them to taste the love they felt on their tongues. He fucked her closer to her high, set on making her scream his name with his cock ripping her walls apart and his hands leaving marks on her body.

Her hand moved up his back, fingers combing through the hair at the nape of his neck, desperate to hold onto her husband as her orgasm started buzzing through her. A feeling so intense, (y/n) feared she may pass out any moment now. But he was right there to catch her, he always would, till the day he’d leave this earth and life behind.

“I love you, sweetheart.” Rooster moaned into her ear, cum filling her heat, imprinting himself on her walls. He didn’t dare pull out, was chasing the feeling of her tightness wrapped around him with a relieved smirk tugging on his lips.

One day he’d die as a happy man, with her by his side, clinging to him to live through another life together. Forever connected.

Please like and reblog if you’ve enjoyed reading this, come talk to me about my writing, let’s spill some tea or thirst over our favorite people. xxx

#Bradley bradshaw smut #rooster smut #rooster bradshaw #miles teller

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simsbooo · 11 months

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15 questions for 15 mutuals:

1. are you named after anyone?

I am not sure, I believe my mum just liked my name! However it is likely I was named after a book!

2. when was the last time you cried?

Probably today or yesterday, I cry when happy, sad, overwhelmed.. etc! I am a pretty huge empath, so if you cry I will too!

3. do you have any kids?

No real kids, however do my pets count? #catmum

4. do you use sarcasm a lot?

Everyday! It’s not everyone cup of tea, so I do try to only be sarcastic with friends these days! I’ve learnt my lesson in the past from accidentally making people upset!

5. what sports do you/have you played?

When I was younger I played netball and did karate, but now I don’t play any sports! Just the occasional tennis match with friends!

5. what’s the first thing you notice about people?

*The vibe* I have a pretty good intuition and will usually know right off the bat if someone means well or not! Physical wise, usually peoples teeth! I am not sure why, but it tends to be the first thing I notice about someone!

6. eye color?

Blue/Grey with a dark blue rim!

7. scary movies or happy endings?

Happy endings! I get pretty vivid nightmares, so I try to stay away from anything that sets my imagination off!

8. any special talents?

Not really! I can burp the alphabet??

9. where were you born?

Australia!

10. any hobbies?

Gaming & variety arts (sewing, knitting, pottery, whatever else I feel like trying that month)

11. do you have any pets?

Three cats!

12. how tall are you?

5′7 - 5′8 !

13. favorite subject in school?

Probably media studies or maths - maths has always come naturally to me so It was definitely my easiest class, however I enjoyed media or arts the most!

14. dream job?

no job, lol? Honestly, I have never had a “dream job” but I’d love to make money from something I have a passion in!

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kyndaris · 5 months

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And Then You Wake...

Ever since watching Inception, the idea of living life in one's dreams has always held an allure for me. Especially given how vivid and complex and awe-inspiring some of my dreams have been. After all, I'm not one who usually has dreams that feel like the every day, where I'm plugging away at work or going to school only to find I've forgotten to wear pants. Rather, my dreams have always felt like elaborate films or action set pieces (the ones I remember, at least). Sometimes there will be zombies chasing after me and a group of survivors who look like my friends. Other times, a dragon might erupt from the floor of my preschool.

I ask you, dear readers, who wouldn't want to explore that kind of fantastical world over the mundane boring real world?

In The Legend of Zelda: Link's Awakening, after being struck by lightning in the middle of a storm, Link washes up on the shores of Koholint Island. What he doesn't initially know, although he will later find out, is that Koholint exists only as the dream of the mythical Wind Fish. It's an illusory land filled with people and monsters and nightmares, along with references to the Mario games.

While some might argue Link's actions heinous as he strives to leave the island by waking the Wind Fish because to do so would destroy a living breathing world, I believe Link's actions are no worse than what we do in our fictional video games. For, no matter how real something can feel or seem, in the end, Marin and the villagers we meet are only figments of another's imagination. They aren't real. At least, not in the way most would understand.

I'm sure you've heard the argument before. Especially when one grows attached to a set of programmed pixels. In my head I know Garrus Vakkarian wouldn't look twice at me and that he's a fictional alien, but it doesn't stop me from fantasising over the best way to get him to fall for my Commander Shepard.

The same could be extended to characters in television shows and movies. The time we spent with them can feel as real as spending time with actual friends, but in the end, they're not actually a living breathing flesh human you could possibly bump into on the street. Yes, you might bump into the actor who plays them but an actor could be miles different from the character you've come to know and love.

On that note, just because something isn't real doesn't mean our connection with them isn't. As the Wind Fish says, though no-one else will ever encounter Koholint Island after it's gone, it lives on in Link's memory and the gamers who played the game.

It's a bit like grief and losing someone close to you. In fact, it's the perfect allegory/ metaphor.

They might be gone in the physical sense but they will always be with you in spirit. As long as you cling to those precious memories of who they once were and dream of the possibility of who they could be.

Now if you feel like someone has been cutting onions close to you, wipe away those tears for I need to get started proper on my impression on Link's Awakening.

Eschewing the very popular Tears of the Kingdom, I chose to use the back portion of 2023 to catch up on a few of the games I missed earlier in the Switch's life cycle in order to free up some storage on my limited storage space. 128GB is simply not enough. Heck, even the 700GB my PlayStation 5 internal storage isn't enough for all the games I want to play when every new game trends towards 100 GB upon disc install.

But I also wanted to play Link's Awakening because it was a Zelda game I have yet to play. And because it was also nice and short and I could use it as a palate cleanser from the very lengthy Fire Emblem: Engage. Plus, you know, the claymation style also tickled my fancy.

From the moment Link awoke, I was on my way gathering up all the necessary things I'd need to wake the Wind Fish and to explore Koholint Island. Along the way, I encountered nightmares trying to prevent the Wind Fish from waking, along with the occasional meta fourth wall breaks from the denizens of the world.

Over the course of the time I spent with the game, I managed to collect all of the heart containers, upgrades for my weapons and fish up Cheep Cheeps and Ol' Baron.

Unlike the sprawling open worlds that have come to dominate the wider video game landscape, Link's Awakening was downright compact, even as I occasionally backtracked because I missed a Secret Shell or unlocked a new way to reach a heart container. The world felt alive in a way so many open-world games lack because of the forethought when it came to item placement and the construction of the world.

From a gameplay perspective, Link's Awakening follows a tried and true formula of unlocking specific items that help you in the following boss battle, which in turn allows Link to explore the rest of the island as new routes open up.

Given how short the game is, it helps gate certain content while also leaving players salivating for what might come next. I know I was always keen to see where Link would be directed to go next and how the new tools in his arsenal would help him solve the problems placed before him.

Special mention, though, needs to be placed on the Roc Feather, which allowed Link to jump. Oh, and the grapple hook. Those were some of the most useful tools in Link's arsenal and in most situations, they were the two items I kept equipped unless I faced an enemy that needed a different approach.

While some puzzles and dungeons could be a little obtuse, especially the latter ones, I didn't find myself too aggrieved. After all, in the day of the internet, it's easier to find the path I need to go to unlock the next path forward before putting my phone down to enjoy the game as is.

Still, a hint system wouldn't hurt on the odd occasion when the going gets tough. Especially when it came to figuring out how the horse chess pieces worked.

As for story, well, there's not much to say. There's no real threat beyond the nightmares preventing the Wind Fish, and by extension Link, from awakening. Indeed, their actions are only confined to the dungeons they're located in and are only exacerbated by Link's attempt to get off the island to, no doubt, rescue Princess Zelda in some part of Hyrule.

There's no underlying subplot waiting to be uncovered.

Link's objective is clear. Wake the Wind Fish. Get off Koholint Island.

And once he's completed it, the game ends.

There is much that could be said of the minimal plot but it serves its purpose to keep the players plodding along. While the reveal that Koholint Island is only a dream might offer up a dilemma to players', Link, for his part, keeps on pressing on.

But as with all stories, be they video games, books and dreams, there always comes an end. If anything, Link's Awakening only serves to make it clear that although something may end, they can remain with us for as long as wish. Certainly, the creation of fanfiction is one such way. And even now when I look back on a wonderful, they all serve as a means to keeping Koholint Island alive although my time with it has gone, vanishing into the swirling mists of the subconsciousness as I rise to the surface and wake.

#video games #the legend of zelda: link's awakening #link #wind fish #instruments #koholint island #marin

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dbmars · 1 year

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The Week from Absolute Hell

First and most important for this blog, I posted a new chapter of Bram Stoker's Hannibal.

I'm really glad I posted because I haven't been able to write much this week. My brain literally would not let me. All i could do in my free time was get lost in a movie or chat with the Hannibal Ais on character.ai, pretty much rp'ing as Will with various Hannibal bots and setting up random scenarios like "Will is working at a charity car wash!" just to see what happens.

I don't post online in general about my real life in the fandom space, because I almost feel like it's just a way to elicit attention and sympathy from people who don't really know me, which shouldn't be validating but... I don't know, can be? When I see others posting about their struggles with mental health and such I always try to leave a message of support or just a like or something, send a meme if asked, etc.

I have real supports in my life to draw on. Some real besties, despite my marital partner's lack of ability to support me the way I want to be supported (that's for another post but whatever). It's self indulgent, but here we are.

The week before this was spring break, and the family had a lovely little vacation. I did catch a cold on the road which doesn't surprise me; lack of sleep and gas station bathrooms, even as I tried to stay germ free. I have a 1yo so I knew if she caught something, I would, too. Luckily the symptoms held off until the day we left and I was miserable on the two day drive home but whatever, I was just in the car.

Sunday night/Monday Morning I have a very vivid dream about my grandmother dying in my arms. The next morning I get a text from my mom that she did die that night. I knew it was coming; she had stopped eating and was refusing it. She'd gotten COVID and didn't want to recover it seemed. She was 99 and living in a care facility and decided it was time. I was more worried about my mom to be honest, but I also had a lot of feelings to unpack. But there was no time to process, oh no. No time for big feelings -- I have 2 children, a house, and a full time job.

I felt really sick on Monday, and I was still compartmentalizing about Grandma. But I knew on Tuesday I had two interviews at my job. One was to keep my current position I've had for six years. The other was for another job I was interested in that paid the same amount as the current job but would be a fun change. These interviews got pushed to after spring break and I needed to get them done even though I felt like shit and I was emotionally messy.

The interviews happened Tuesday. They didn't go great but I wouldn't say that I bombed them. I definitely had some sickness related brain fog.

The next day I took a bereavement day to rest my body and help my mom with the plans and maybe give myself time to process. I had my day alone planned out, the kids at school, when I get a call from my boss that I didn't get either job. I was being demoted. I would still have a job that paid less, even after devoting myself for six years to this particular job.

The worst part is that they announced the new hires, and everyone retained their position but me. And they haven't finalized what I'll be doing next year so I can't say I've been offered something else. But EVERYONE KNOWS now that I didn't get either job I applied for. I feel like a total failure. I feel publicly shamed.

All this, and I manged to leave my wallet on the roof of my car and drive off. I was trying to get my child in her car seat and the email announcing the hires had just come out about an hour before and I wasn't thinking straight. So now I get to cancel my cards and try to get a new license etc.

I couldn't write. That's my one escape. My brain just wouldn't do it. So the fact that I managed to post this chapter at all is a testament to my tenacity and my loyal service to the Hannibal fandom and all the beautiful wonderful people that come onto Ao3 and Wattpad and Twitter to encourage me, take time to leave me notes and interact with me. I thought about just scrapping this whole project after 50 chapters, but I won't do that to them.

#hannigram #hannibal #fannibals #dracula by bram stoker #murder husbands #hannibal nbc #will graham #fannibal family #hannibal lecter #bram stoker's dracula

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