Kiss and Make Up Series:

Part Two

Nick Jones x Ex-Boyfriend Male Reader

Summary: You knew it was going to be a bad idea to share the same tent with Nick Jones, your ex-boyfriend.

Content Warnings: Angst | Smut (MDNI) | (slight) Fluff | Set in the Early 2000s | Everyone is in their Early 20's (as per canon) | Camping | Canon-Typical Stalking | Canon-Typical Horror Elements (nothing crazy yet!) | Allusions to Nick Jones' Rough Upbringing | Ex-Boyfriends (r! and Nick Jones) | Homophobia (Internalized and it's the 2000s) | Lack of Communication | Nick Jones Still Loves Reader | Protective Nick Jones | Spooning | Morning Wood | Big Dick Nick Jones | Needy Nick Jones | Dry Humping | Handjob (r!receiving) | Praise (r!receiving) | Sex in a Public Place | Sex in a Tent | Exhibitionism(?) | Cum in Underwear | Marking/Cum Play | (sorta) Make Up Sex | Unresolved Tension | Ambiguous Ending

Word Count: 7.82k

Author's Note: So, I know I said that this blog will mainly feature fluff, but I JUST NEEDED TO WRITE THIS as this idea sprouted into the first fanfic I wrote in my head two years ago after seeing House of Wax (2005) for the first time. And yes, this is a series! Part one will eventually be released, but I'm gonna need some more time and patience to actually plan the plot, backstory, and complete character dynamics between Nick Jones and his (ex-)boyfriend (and the rest of the cast). House of Wax (2005) doesn't give very much lore on the timeline of events previous to the movie or much background details on any of the characters... so I'm gonna have to come up with a ton of headcannons for the series to work. And, truthfully, I wanted my first fic to be something more fun😳 as both a treat for you all (and myself).

Side Note: This part elongates the scene at minute 14:24 - 17:42 from the movie. Of course, some minor changes (additions and removals/skips) have been made!

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I will not be reblogging each of my works onto this blog after this single instance (and I already feel ill for doing this), but because of my previous pinned post about the announcement of my mlm fanfic blog @magicae-writes-stars being up and a soon™ for the release of my first fic, I felt required to give this update. So, here it is :D!

If anyone from this blog heads over there and enjoys it, it would mean the world to me. It took me a bit longer than I thought it would, but I'm pretty proud of how it turned out. I don't know if I'll ever get to write anything else longer than this - its my longest single written work of fiction (just eased its way past my recent short story submission irl) - but too never say never🤞, I'm glad it's this fic that will carry the mantle.

if isolating is bad why is my bed so comfy

im well aware, but im also delusional as fuck so its a balance fr

Seems my cursor issue has been resolved. So currently back on working on the Harry Osborn fic I promised. And omg it’s lowkey so interesting getting to like explore Y/n’s sexuality in like Harry’s eyes vs Peter’s eyes and how they sort of play off each other since they both view Y/n in a sort of different way. Like I’m so excited for this fic now.

I'M NOT READY FOR PEAK TO RETURN

I'm happy your issue was fixed, King. And as you can tell, I am beyond excited to see what you cook up🙂‍↕️🫶

cw: vague relationship, up to you if it's pre-slash or established. mentions of the 2 great loves if john's life

"oh my god, you suck"

he didn't even want to bake this early in the morning - much less in summer, and if it weren't for how every word was drawn out from you laughing through them, john might've been irritated by it more. because there is still that familiar pang is his chest, the one that spreads a nasty heat to shoulders and up his throat. the one that usually gets him in trouble.

it's tempered by the fact that it's coming from you.

because you do like to fuck with him, to get a rise out of him. you're combative in that playful way he can understand. the way he's able to meet you at. the way that sates the impulse to yell, to argue, to win. the way hanging out with lemar used to. in more serious moments, the moments he can't escape his own brain, the moments he can't help but dwell, there's the passing thought that that's part of what took him so long to realize how he feels about you.

another part was he kind of hated you for a while. he thought he did. hated how comfortable you made the carnage from his divorce feel. it felt like you pushed your way in.

you didn't.

not really.

you were never trying to.

separating the grief of his old life, divorcing the woman he thought he'd grow old with, losing custody of his baby, from whatever he felt for you. some man he just happened to be paired with for whatever mission from valentina that he barely remembers anymore. it was fucking hard.

it should've taken longer to get used to, he thinks. after he started to understand how he felt. what he felt for you. you should've taken longer for him to get used to, but you didn't. everything with you felt natural. easy.

easy in a way things haven't felt since he was deployed.

so he doesn't really mind that you laugh at him while he struggles to scoop out the dough for the cookies evenly.

"they're not that bad." he says it flatly, letting a little annoyance slip in. "who bakes in summer anyway."

you mostly ignore him. "you're so bad at this- hey! you're doing it bad on purpose."

"i am not," he is. "i'm doing it just how you said." he is not. he's close. john figured out a few minutes ago what he was doing wrong, but hasn't bothered to correct himself.

"john."

"it is." he likes watching you fix the ones he's done, listening to you harass him about how shit he is at it. pointing out ones that are particularly bad, ones that you were correct about, that he may have done poorly on purpose because how shit they are entertains you.

"it's exactly how you said." his voice raises a little, just to meet yours.

because everything feels light in the mornings he spends with you.

"it is not." your laugh rings out.

he doesn't mind being the butt of the joke when you smile at him like that.

having a deep desire for love as an unloveable person lowkey is torture

probably needed a hug but instead i sat in my room and drowned in my own thoughts

why does my future depend on me i dont like this

Devil‘s Trap (1x22)

my window, my world ─ sam winchester

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Sam thinks that when he looks close enough, he can see a vast world in the glitter of your eyes. Something dreamy and pretty, where colors wane into oceans, and those into a shimmering universe. One that only you hold.

He'd like to travel there. If he squints, he can see it all better.

i am disgustingly self aware there's nothing you can tell me that i haven't spent weeks reflecting on

Sunlight, Moonlight

Part 20

CW/TW: Brief mentions of abuse (verbal, physical, sexual)

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2015, Sherbrooke, Three Weeks Before Christmas

There was a smell of cinnamon and smoke in the room from the lit candle, adding to the festive atmosphere that'd sprung up around the city.

The maneki-neko figurine on the bookshelf had a miniature Santa hat on that made (Y/N) grin each time his eyes jumped to it. The room otherwise looked and felt the same, likely meant to remain neutral for those who didn't celebrate certain holidays.

He delicately sipped on the hot cocoa the receptionist had offered to make for him and chewed on one of the mini marshmallows that floated into his mouth.

The heat of it travelled down his throat and through his chest, delightfully warming him. Winter was in full-swing, with temperatures dropping and snow falling frequently.

Boston winters had nothing on Canadian ones. It was fucking freezing.

Couldn't imagine loving an english person. "Blimey that's a wedding ring, 'innit" - like come on, get it together

Couldn't imagine loving an American person.

"Boy, howdy, that's a weddin' ring. Well, I'd be damb" - like come on, get it together

Let me have this. Look at the state of my country. Let me have this.