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Daniel
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The door opens. Bear. One moment we’re watching each other, and the next we’re crashing into each other and my brother hugs me as hard as he can. Despite everything that happened to us, Bear and I survived. We might not be perfect. Far from it, in fact. We think too much, worry too much. We never stop talking. But that’s okay. We’re alive and there’s the possibility of a future, however uncertain it might be.
— Sep 23, 2025 12:14PM
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Daniel
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“Do you think it’s possible for two people to be meant for each other? That even through all the shit and all the drama, you’re meant to be?”
“I do. Some things are just inevitable.”
“What?”
Stacey reaches out and takes my hand in hers. “Inevitable, Tyson. No matter how hard you fight. No matter what happens between you, no matter the distance that separates you, sometimes, these things are inevitable.”
— Sep 23, 2025 11:30AM
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“I do. Some things are just inevitable.”
“What?”
Stacey reaches out and takes my hand in hers. “Inevitable, Tyson. No matter how hard you fight. No matter what happens between you, no matter the distance that separates you, sometimes, these things are inevitable.”
Daniel
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“You got some on your eyebrow,” he says, amused.
“I was very pent up.”
“That what you call it?”
“Well, I might also be a shooter.”
“Good to know.”
“We sound weird.”
“What do you mean?”
“Like we’re giddy.”
“You sound oddly pained in addition to weirdly giddy.”
“And you sound disgustingly smug.”
“A little smug,” he admits.
“Because you took my flower?”
He groans and shoves me away. “Moment over.”
— Sep 23, 2025 07:04AM
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“I was very pent up.”
“That what you call it?”
“Well, I might also be a shooter.”
“Good to know.”
“We sound weird.”
“What do you mean?”
“Like we’re giddy.”
“You sound oddly pained in addition to weirdly giddy.”
“And you sound disgustingly smug.”
“A little smug,” he admits.
“Because you took my flower?”
He groans and shoves me away. “Moment over.”
Daniel
is 89% done
Careful what you wish for ...
“Ready?”
I nod. He rises above me, and I wince as he slides from me. Holy shit, I am going to be fucking sore tomorrow. And I’m also probably going to sound like wind blowing over a bottle when I walk. I was initially thrilled (and a bit awed) to find Dom completely size proportionate, but now I think the circus freak needs to keep that thing far away from me.
— Sep 22, 2025 03:20PM
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“Ready?”
I nod. He rises above me, and I wince as he slides from me. Holy shit, I am going to be fucking sore tomorrow. And I’m also probably going to sound like wind blowing over a bottle when I walk. I was initially thrilled (and a bit awed) to find Dom completely size proportionate, but now I think the circus freak needs to keep that thing far away from me.
Daniel
is 89% done
He pushes forward and the stars that come then explode and I chant his name, I scream his name. He snaps his hips again and again, and I’m riding on waves above the pain, in the ocean, and there are earthquakes, but they’re so, so good, and when he sighs my name in my ear, I explode, and I breathe in. I breathe out. I breathe for the years we’ve lost, and the future we might have. Most of all, I just breathe.
— Sep 22, 2025 01:30PM
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Daniel
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“Dom?”
“Yeah?”
“This is real? You want me?”
“Always."
I’m in his lap before I even know I’m moving. My mouth is on his, wet and warm. There are tongues and teeth and our noses bump awkwardly. I think of all the time lost, the past four years, but then he grinds up against me the moment I press down and all rational thought is gone. This isn’t about the past. It’s not even about the future. It’s about now.
— Sep 22, 2025 11:31AM
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“Yeah?”
“This is real? You want me?”
“Always."
I’m in his lap before I even know I’m moving. My mouth is on his, wet and warm. There are tongues and teeth and our noses bump awkwardly. I think of all the time lost, the past four years, but then he grinds up against me the moment I press down and all rational thought is gone. This isn’t about the past. It’s not even about the future. It’s about now.
