#Seems Everything Is At A Crawl; Stuck With My Back Against The Wall; Suddenly I'm Small (Huey)

[hayleysmuses]

(Closed starter for @tournesolette; for one Hubert Duck)

"Well, this is a surprise!" Fenton said delightedly, statement followed up with a warm chuckle. "Or, actually—I guess with how frequently you visit the lab, it'd be inaccurate to label it as such!"

He waved that away. "But, well, you know what I mean! The point being that I didn't expect to see you here today. I know Dr. Gearloose wasn't expecting any visitors—"

And would probably object to Huey being here during business hours. But at the same time, Fenton wasn't about to simply kick the poor boy out, especially not when there was probably a good, and very scientific reason, for his visit. "—but in any case, did you need something?"

[yogurtkags]

congrats on the milestone, cid!!! for the event, how about kageyama with YOUR favorite premise/trope? 🫵

❝ STUCK WITH YOU ❞ — kageyama tobio

cw. gn!reader, implied friends to lovers, forced proximity (there is only one bed), mutual pining, comfort, confessions, not beta read. word count. ~ 1.2k synopsis. whispered confessions and hesitant embraces of a boy in love event masterlist

well shit.

“i can take the floor—“ the both of you splutter out at the same time, causing a little giggle to escape your lips and even tobio to crack a tiny crooked smile, both of your cheeks flushing a light pink.

��the floor’s so uncomfortable, it’s going to ruin your back and you’re not going to like it during practice tomorrow.” you pointedly remark, eyebrow quirked and hands on your hips, thinking you’ve won with your argument.

the rain pelts against your bedroom windows, little taps growing progressively louder and faster and as the winds howl and the trees sway, like a ticking clock counting down to a verdict.

you gave him the option to stay over with his best interests in mind, he can’t afford walking home drenched in the rain and getting sick right now with a match in a few days. but the idea of being in such close proximity for a night with the boy who seized your heart causes it to hammer anxiously in your chest, like butterflies emerging from their cocoons. maybe i didn’t think this through.

crossing his arms over his chest with a scoff, he grumbles matter-of-factly, “and let you go through the discomfort instead? no way in hell.”

once he's made up his mind, there's no convincing him otherwise.

he swears that he cares so much for you, he just doesn't know how to express it in words without being a little blunt and sometimes a little mean, but you know he has good intentions. you wouldn't willingly be friends with him if he didn't, at least he hopes that's the case— his stomach threatens to drop at the idea that he had possibly made you feel upset in any sort of way. it might seem dramatic, but he'd rather die than make you feel like you'd have to walk on eggshells around him.

“well if you’re so against it, we can…" you clear your throat nervously, eyes darting across the floorboards and unable to meet his, "...share?"

tobio's cheeks burn with the implication of your words. the two of you, in bed, together, just the thought alone is enough to cause his brain to short-circuit, leaving him in a stuttering mess and avoiding your eyes, suddenly finding the band poster on your wall very interesting.

you would've missed his quiet "okay" if you weren't looking at him and trying to gauge his reaction from the corner of your eye, his voice barely above a whisper, “but i’m pushing you off if you kick me.”

“excuse you, it’s literally my bed?!”

“dumbass.”

with a huff, you turn and crawl into your bed, rolling to the side closer to the window and grabbing part of the blankets, giving him some space if he decides to join you. facing away from him to hide your nerves and expression, you announce, "well i'm turning in now, it's up to you if you want to get in or not."

you try your best to play it off nonchalantly, but everything in your being prays and hopes that he does. every second that you wait, the faster your thoughts race, you worry that he only said yes to appease you, that you made him uncomfortable with your question, that you were getting ahead of yourself. maybe this was a bad idea.

the swirling tornado of thoughts in your mind was interrupted by the feeling of the empty space behind you dip with weight. it doesn't do much to soothe your nerves, but you focus your eyes on the raindrops trailing down your window, letting it still your heart, even if just for a little while.

as the two of you lay in silence, backs facing each other with a little river of a space between your bodies, neither dare to move even an inch. your senses are on high alert, taking note of every single movement, every breath, the fibers of your sheets feeling scratchy for the first time, just waiting, longing for something to happen.

the sudden flash of lightning and loud thundering causes a small yelp to slip out of your lips, flinching as the burst of bright light floods your vision and temporarily illuminates the dark room. your back lightly brushes against tobio's and you're quick to apologise, "i-i'm sorry, i was just shocked by that."

"i know," you told him some time ago that storms make you a little anxious, he remembers every little detail about you, committing it to memory, "are you okay?"

turning his head to look at you over his shoulder, his heart clenches at the way you shake your head with embarrassment, almost trying to make yourself smaller and shrinking your frame against him. you want to dig a hole and bury yourself in it, silently glaring and cursing at the sky and the dark clouds that inhabit it, why did this wretched rain have to make things weird?

with a sharp inhale, he bites the bullet and tests the waters, turning around and reaching for your hand. as his fingers brush over your knuckles, your breath catches in your throat at the delicate motion, the callouses and roughness feeling like light tender scratches on your skin, creating a gentle distraction to your weary soul.

it’s odd. you two were always close, but not like this, yet it feels natural. your hands fit together like pieces of a puzzle, yours cradled in the palm of his larger ones. in your vulnerability, you rest your forehead on his clothed chest, trying to ground yourself and slow your breathing, finding comfort in the rhythm of his heart thrumming against his chest.

tobio hopes that you don’t notice the speed of his pulse, and even if you do, he wishes you won’t bring it up for the sake of his sanity. before this, he longed for the day that he could hold you in his arms, but now that the time has come, he can’t help but wish it was under different circumstances, nonetheless counting his lucky stars for this opportunity to be there for you.

with tremoring hands, he pulls you closer and strokes your hair, running his fingers between the soft strands in a light caress, recalling the days when miwa used to do this for him as a young child riddled with fear. your body melts against his in relief, releasing a breath you didn’t know you were holding, sinking into his steady hold and letting the rise and fall of his chest slowly lull you in a calm rest.

this feels... nice.

tobio thinks you look beautiful in this light, the faintest glow from the streetlamps below shining in through the sheer curtains and fanning across the apples of your cheeks. he almost gives in to the temptation of brushing his lips against your forehead but decides against it, settling with admiring your delicate features and letting his eyes trail across the fine details of your face.

in the quiet of night when he thinks you're asleep, he plucks the courage to whisper into the crown of your head, three words he's had on his mind for a while now, allowing himself to drift off into slumber with your soft smile pressed into the crook of his neck.

notes. mac my fellow tobio enjoyer, thank you for requesting our beloved blooberi boy and my favourite tropes (you know the way to my heart) ♡ i look forward to more screaming crying thirst sessions with you over mr tobio, much love to you !! (dividers: @/cafekitsune) reblogs & interactions are always appreciated !

© yogurtkags. please do not repost, plagiarise, or translate my work.

[rainytomorrows]

Deadpool x reader | Hold me, I can't hold myself.

First things first- this is not necessarily romantic. It can be, but the relationship I've written is neutral. So, I know you guys hear this excuse from me about every damn fic now but. I legitimately have been having the scariest episode of my life. I cannot do it justice in writing but I'm a baby and I want comfort. So I'm writing a fic for it. Yay! Extremely short- sorry. Words: 1,885

Fair warning: Mentions of various mental illnesses such as derealization. Woops! Have fun chat

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You weren't sure where it came from. All you knew was that it almost burned in your chest. You didn't know up from down- nor left from right. Sure, you could keep yourself together for work. But that was only for the sake of keeping your shitty apartment.

It'd been hours. You lay on the floor, curled up with one of your pillows. You had a bowl next to you, you'd be in your bed if not for the nauseous feeling that crawled up your throat whenever you allowed yourself to think too long. You could feel each inch of your skin, how it scratched itself on the wood floorboard, and how the pillow's fiber was suddenly too rough.

There were no words for it. You were sure even if you'd read the dictionary ten times over- if you'd dragged some professional into the crevices of your brain. It was all-encompassing. And you hadn't told a goddamn person about it. What the hell were you supposed to say? What, along the lines of "I don't have a clue what's going on, but it's almost as if I'm both not real, and somehow way too real", or were you supposed to just mention the constant brain fog? How, unlike the regular joking way you'd said it, you actually couldn't remember what you had for breakfast this morning?

You eventually opted to lay on your back, pillow desperately clutched to your chest. Staring up at the ceiling- it seems to zoom in and out. You were terrified. It wasn't as easy as the depressive episodes you'd experienced- or even the anxiety. There was no comfort. You felt absolutely bat shit crazy. You felt almost stupid, what with how the brain fog left you with about the same amount of thinking power as a goldfish that'd hit its head against the glass one too many times.

It was debilitating, with no comfort for the terror it brought. The inability to feel so much as normal. Stuck in your skin- the feeling that something is wrong pricked at your bones. You pressed yourself against some wall in your house, like if you tried hard enough maybe it'd hug you. Chest heaving as if making up for something. How embarrassed it made you, to have your thumb hover uselessly over the call button so many times. You often thought about calling Wade at times like this, though you never did.

The sight of the ceiling makes you sick, curling back on your side and squeezing your eyes shut. Begging- praying, for a moment of solace. Anything. You were sure that if hell was real, it'd nestled itself in your own muscles. Somewhere under your bones- somewhere you couldn't claw out no matter how many times you'd clutched your chest. Even if you'd clutched hard enough to draw blood, no more grounded with the feeling of it smudging your skin and your clothes. When fatigue pulls at you like a ship dragging its anchor among the coral- even sleep couldn't seem to save you.

Your phone was discarded somewhere beside you- you'd tried to play something to no avail. Unsure if anything would help, as you'd tried everything from music to meditation videos, hell you even scrolled your white noise app for something. None of it was as bad as silence, eventually settling for some nature noises. You didn't bother trying to call Wade this time, even if you never did anyways. He'd gone on a mission and was supposed to be gone another week. You had enough common sense and brain power to put that together.

Between it all- you hadn't noticed the noise at your window. Far too distracted by the task of staying together. Gripping your arms tightly, as if you were afraid you'd fall apart if you didn't hold on tight. That maybe some part of your soul would slip through the cracks. Thoughts were louder than thunder, your parents weren't there to comfort you and hell you were sure god wasn't either. Sobs raked at your chest and never left, in constant limbo against the very flesh of your throat.

Knocking rattles the glass and the cheap painted wood, Wade's usual warning that he was coming one way or another. He was used to a lack of an answer- before though, it was attributed to how often you'd have your headphones in. He'd find you so he could sneak up, and pull you in his arms when you least expected it. And whether he knew it or not, probably when you most needed it. So when he eventually shimmied your window open, not to find the sound of your hums nor even the appearance of light under your bedroom door. Pillows and blankets were strewn, far more than you'd usually allowed even on messy days.

It didn't take long to be drawn to the sound of labored breaths just beyond your bed. Audibly struggling to bring air in or out of your lungs, like an alien learning how to breath for the first time. He ventured cautiously, peaking around the bed to see you. Your hair is tousled, you're sweating through your shirt and your eyes are puffy. He'd never seen you so- frantic. Unnerved.

He wasn't even sure how to approach it. Afraid that he'd set you off.

It took a few moments- maybe too long, frozen in thought. Maybe that alone was a start- breathing not in accordance but maybe in succession. Your lungs fought for something to hold onto, struggling with the way that air couldn't ever seem to really fill you. If Wade were to catch up, you'd have to slow down. But, when have you ever really done that? You seemed to have a thing for running.

He eventually decided to bite the bullet, carefully kneeling beside your body and placing a hand on your shoulder. Impossibly slow- one would wonder if it was really him piloting his body now. It may not be. He himself had experience with this, he had many of his own problems. But never did he see you like this. You'd always seemed to have control, often fixing whatever the hell he'd done that week. You'd seemed so- stable. So, when at the feeling of his touch you jolted, it pulled at his heart.

"Wade," You croaked out, surprised. Obviously. He didn't speak. What was he supposed to say? He'd normally make some stupid joke to lighten any situation- not often did he know how to seriously comfort someone otherwise. If ever.

Something about how you quivered told him you weren't just crying over some situation. Your eyes searched, not for something it seemed. As though lost, a ship off course. Something held his words back, even if he did have some joke to make.

He approached you slowly, like one would approach a raccoon in a trap. Like a cornered animal. He took off his mask- something he didn't do often. Feeling as though you really needed to be able to see his eyes, you really needed to see another person. His hands eventually found purpose at your sides, pulling you into a hug. Your legs were like jello, simply dragging along as he held you tightly. Holding you as if he also feared you'd slip out. Words didn't form on your lips like you'd tried, mouth hanging open for a moment before you only managed to break into tears again. You were embarrassed, tears soaking his shoulder. He did not relent, one of his arms around your body and one hand holding the back of your head.

"Help," You didn't even know what that was supposed to mean. How could you? The air around you seemed too thick and the wall in front of you looked wrong somehow. You weren't sure if he understood, holding you tightly still as he began to rock. "It's ok, you're gonna be alright" He forced out, sort of unsure. This clearly wasn't his forte at all. But, he was trying. Where you were sure god either couldn't find you- or didn't bother to- solace had crawled through your window. Among the thoughts and the still-present terror you couldn't seem to shake, he picked you up to set you on the bed. He'd meant to move to be in front of you. Only separating so he could look you in the eyes.

"Please, I don- please." Your voice creaks and waivers like the wood used to build old ships on their last days. Begging for something you weren't even sure of. Pleading like a man at the altar. "Don't leave, I'm sorry," You rambled on as though the words couldn't form themselves. "I'm sorry- Y/N. I won't, I can stay all night"

He pats your side comfortingly as he pulls you back in, as quickly as he can. Holds you like a lifeline. "How about I just get out of this suit, and I'll be right back? I won't even leave the room" He speaks softly, uncharacteristically so. It's just shy of a whisper, keeping his eyes on yours. In search of something your mouth can't say.

It took a minute, but he slipped out and quickly shoved on some pjs he kept on top of your dresser. He rushed back over like a kid playing musical chairs. Drags you into his arms and onto him, crashing like waves against the rocks. Sobs tear through your chest again, rattling in your ribcage somehow like the tail of a rattlesnake.

"I know, I know," He coos, but he doesn't He has no idea and he's terrified. "I'm here," He says to himself just as much as he does to you. But it's true this time, he's there and he doesn't leave.

So when he stays with you- all the while just as clueless the whole way. He listens, even if your babbling is nonsensical. If it's a lot of variations of "I'm scared" and "I don't know", he begs something to give him an idea of how to help you. You stay that way until you fall asleep, exhausted from crying. You sleep before him, as you doze off he stays awake a while longer. Playing with your hair, the moonlight cast against the two of you. His brows- or I suppose where they would be, furrow. You didn't say a fucking thing about this to him, and frankly, he was caught far off guard.

He's still there when you wake up, now asleep. Even so his hold on you is firm. His suit is strewn across the floor from the night before, both phones long forgotten somewhere on the floor among it. It still burned in your chest- threatened to crawl out, and something ugly still nestled itself in your chest. But, this time, Wade had answered a call you never made. God forgive him for not knowing what to do, he did something right. You laid against him again whilst trying to find whatever comfort you could in what you now had. You'd have to explain this once it passed, but for now, you didn't have to explain a thing. He wasn't leaving. Finally, like an anchor that finally found sand, you stopped. The wood of your boat stopped creaking and you fell asleep a second time.

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Sorry again for the lack of posts! I'm slightly a little bit mid-episode but I think I'm past most of it. very scary. But- I won't rant to you guys about that. That's what writing fanfic is for. Hope you all enjoyed!

Have a good day/night, and a great life!

[mollyollypuddingpolly]

SPIDER-VIOLET ORIGINS.

Here's a little scattered, kind of rough recounting of how my spidersona became Spider-Violet! I want to share more of her story with I'm still figuring out. This is all in her past, in my mind she enters the Spider Society when she's in College.

Molly Jo Watson became Spider-Violet in High School, during a field trip to an Insect Conservatory with many insects from around the world. Some have been rescued, liberated from wrongful owners etc.

She was sitting in the butterfly exhibit, sketching some butterflies when a purple-gold jumping spider crawled on her hand she quickly did a little sketch of it before it bit and she rushed over to a worker who informed her that it wasn't poisonous but that the little guy had been escaping a lot recently.

They trapped him in a smaller container then walked him back to his normal inclosure. The worker told her that this type of spider is usually much smaller, and that no one can figure out why he is so big, it must be a mutation. That he was found by someone in the city and must have been snuck into the country for some reason and got free, they took him in and hes been there since.

Molly doesn't think much of it the rest of the day, she goes home and in the evening feels restless and hot, figures she's coming down with something (her mom gives her some tea and send her to bed)

She wakes up stuck to the ceiling... suddenly she is sticking to everything. She is hyper aware of everything happening to her (her friend Wendy cant even sneak up on her anymore!) and her vision is different, colours are sharper somehow.

She keeps getting weird flashes of things happening that she isn't experiencing, from a weird perspective too, just flashes of people walking past, a kids messy face pressed against glass. She can't really make sense of it.

It's when she drops her phone and instinctively shoots webbing from her wrist to catch it that she stars to connect where this all came from.

So naturally she sneaks into the conservatory to investigate this. Once she is in closer proximity to the spider she suddenly feels the connection even stronger, she can almost sense its feelings. She finds her way back to where the spider is kept and takes it out, it seems to instantly calm down being in her hands. But quickly jumps away and crawl/runs away from her. She curses herself for opening it and chases after the spider.

Trying to tell it to stop with her mind, which she half thinks she's crazy for but who knows if this thing goes both ways! She follows it to a room that is half office half storage and the spider crawls under the door.

She thinks she actually lost it but then hears a click, and she realizes it's opened the door... she huffs a laugh, opens the door, and holds out her hand for the spider to jump on. It does, then points a leggy to a wall of filing cabinets.

Molly really questions why she is following the direction of a spider, but she has made it this far so...

She flips through some files, eventually realizing there's a file for every animal in the conservatory documenting how and why it is here and where it came from. All alphabetized by species. She finds the spider section and quickly finds the little guy.

Now, she is not much of a science girl. But she scans the information in the file, noting the location he was found and some info about who found him then some information about this mutation making him bigger then normal, they're is seemingly no mutation similar on record and they can't determine why he is different. She photographs each page in the file before slipping it back it the folder.

She looks down at the spider, thinking she should probably put him back but at the thought a strange feeling flashes in her brain, emotions not quite her own. The spider wants to come with her.

And we'll it's just not the time to argue with the mutant spider that gave you superpowers.

She gets home, climbing in through her bedroom window, managing to keep the little spider on her hand the whole time. She finds an old fish tank and sets it up as a make shift enclosure for the time being. She names him Chester.

She can't help but continue to test out her powers, sneaking out at night to try climbing buildings, shooting webs to see how far they can go etc. She didn't realize she could swing from the webs until she tripped on a roof of a building and fell -- instinct flashing through her to shoot a web, swinging to safety.

Not to long after, she figures out she has another power - invisibility, she turns "invisible" by changing her colour frequency (of herslef and anything she touches) to blend into the background (kind of like a chameleon) This happens because she sneaks back home after testing her abilities and almost gets caught by her mother.

Eventually, during one of these nights testing her abilities. She encounters a crime, a purse robbery. She quickly acts, snatching the pusre back before landing in front of the thief. The thief runs off, but she returns the purse and jumps away to the roof tops as quickly as she can -- the next morning her dad is reading the paper, and she sees it.

It's dark, and grainy from being zoomed in but she can tell it's her, a silhouette standing on the building with a title that reads VIGILANTE STALKS NEW YORK STREETS. FIREND OR FOE?

Well, she thinks that was too close for comfort. Sounds like it's time to find a disguise.

[fakeloveaskblog]

(Hi, me again)

Okay, one sec… aaaaand done! It should all be in place. Also yes Patty I can eat food and I’d love to have some if you’re got some to spare.

I’m good to hang around for a while, although I might have to pop off for a minute to visit a friend but other than that you’ve got my undivided attention.

Glow Eyes

"THAAAnkks ghostie!!" Remus exclaimed.

He and the rest of the gang had just arrived at the art gallery. It was closed for the day so they could put up everything necessary for Remus' exhibition. He looked around and saw that you had neatly put everything you were asked to transport where they should be. He gave you a double thumbs up.

"Great! I'll tell you when it's lunch time then honey" Patty said in response to you. She waved her hand around "Don't worry. You can go visit your friend whenever you want. Rome wasn't built in a day and even though this isn't Rome I'm sure it's gonna take a bit to put it all up"

Logan was rubbing his hands together while looking over some of the buckets of goop you had teleported there. It was one of the projects he had helped Remus on.

"Janus dear, Patty? Do you two want to help me fill the goop room?"

"YES!!" "I would love nothing more"

Even though Logan had ranted many times to both of them about the art installation (Remus had actually named it the goop room) during the making of it he still ranted as his partners helped him place the goop where it was supposed to.

Sometimes Janus forgot just how highly educated both Patty and Logan were before they suddenly started going off on conversations about chemical chain reactions and how atoms reacted to each other. In this case about the goop's atoms. Jan may be well read but they still waited until the other two remembered to translate all the hard jargon for them.

Meanwhile Remus and Rowan carried the smaller paintings up to the second floor. He stood around staring at the rooms from different angles before finally telling his sister where he wanted the paintings to hang.

"Want me to put up an insta story about the exhibition or?" She asked while putting up one of the paintings.

"I don't want half of the city to come. I'll be happy if like 3 rats and Remy show up"

"Okay okay. Remember how kind of a suggestion your dear twin gave you though" She innocently fluttered her eyelashes "You like almost owe me now"

"I'm too sexy for owes"

"I wish your paintings were as 'sexy'. How were you even able to make paintings smell this gross"

"Talent!"

Remus looked at the big painting, the main art piece, still sitting against the wall with a sheet hung over it. It was the one based on Oswald's apartment. He gulped before going down to the first floor.

He stuck his head into the goop room to see Patty be about one inch away from licking the goop while Logan was furiously taking notes.

"MY ART ISN'T AN EMPIRICAL SCIENCE PROJECT YOU FUCKING NERDS!!!" Remus yelled which made them all jump "Jannnniie could you help me with a thing?"

"Sure"

With his hands clasped behind his back so he looked all classy Janus followed Remus up to the upper floor. They went into the more closed off room where Rowan was checking so the projector on the wall worked. It was projecting a short film Rem and Logan had made.

The twins looked at each other and seemed to have a short completely silent conversation before Rowan rolled her eyes and left the room.

"Uhm Jannie?"

"Yes?" They replied while sitting down on the bench in front of the projected film.

"Do you think I'm being sily if I'm kinda scared for" He waves his hand around "This whole thing?"

"I'm not an artist but from all I know showing art can be quite intimate right? It doesn't seem silly to show yourself off in that way"

"It feels like I'm flailing my skin off and showing people as I bleed out" Remus mumbled out while sitting down next to them. He was fiddling with the sheet over the main painting.

The short film showed spiders crawling in and out of a casette player as a song played. As the spiders devoured and destroyed bits and pieces of the player the song slowly distorted more and more. Logan had mostly helped with finding ways to make sure the spiders weren't hurt.

"The song was originally gonna be a song me and....and my...and Os..used to listen to but...while I ws planning as soon as I heard a single note I would just go into absolute fucking flashback hell and I can't really have that on opening night yknow?"

"I like it. I think it still gives off the feeling you wanted to"

Remus blushed a little "Thanks. Do you uhm wanna see the main piece? I haven't showed anyone. I'm so nervous. It's supposed to go on the like poster outside and on those lil free pamhlets people can grab in the reception yknow?"

Janus sent him a relaxed smile "Sure"

He pulled the sheet off and twirled it around in his hands while Janus looked the painting up and down. He was too worried to see their reaction.

"That looks...eerily just like it. I wasn't aware you could paint this detailed"

"It's not my usual style. I wanted it to stick out. I wanted it- I wanted him- that if Os ever saw it he would know it was his home. I- I want it to scare him"

"Oh darling if I was walking around in town and suddenly saw a poster with my apartment on it I would be scared out of my skin. I would be shedding Instantly!"

Remus laughed a little. He squeezed his legs tightly together while nearly hiding his face in the fabric of the sheet "I just....Can I be honest?"

"No. I would despise that obviously...I'm being sarcastic. I would gladly listen"

"..I keep having intrusive thoughts and stupid fucking dreams about him showing up at the art show an-and hurting me. And honestly I get those thoughts whenever I even think of going outside. Not just about him showing up. If we go to eat at a cafe I imagine some person will kidnap me or if we go to the club I think everyone will hurt me. If I do anything. I'm scared. It still feels like it will happen again. All of the time"

Janus searched carefully for words to see if this was a delusion or just fear "....Do you...think there is an actual chance that anything will happen...?"

"I-.....Well...I doubt He even thinks of me anymore and I don't actually think anyone would be into me enough to...to do anything..."

They relaxed ever so slightly "Can you tell me a good way to murder someone?"

Remus was caught off guard but instantly responded with "Cut the vein on the neck. quick. Or cut the tongue out and wait until the person bleeds out. Planning a murder now Jannie?"

"Just looking for ideas in case a certain someone dares to show up at your show"

Janus looked over to meet his eyes before playfully pushing their shoulder against his. Remus broke up into a slight smile.

"Personally I would think going against a guy who has a freak obsession anything gore related to be a strategically bad move" Janus continued "Besides you're just SO frighteningly matcho!!" They let out a fake gasp while putting their hand against their forehead.

"Yeah. Yeah. I get your point" Remus blushed while rolling his eyes "I should look into castration more"

"Atta boy"

"Wanna help me put this up?" Remus asked while motioning to the main painting.

"Of course darling"

The two of them carried it around the second floor until they agreed on a perfect spot. As soon as someone came up onto the second floor they would immediately see it.

Janus held it up while Remus got to laugh maniacally while carefully hammering in the spike it was held on. They joined in by snickering in a sinister way.

"IT'S UP!! VIVA LAS EUREKA!"

The two of them high fived before Janus went in for a hug and Remus went in for a kiss. They both froze and stared at each other awkwardly before Janus went in for a kiss and Remus went in for a hug. They froze again.

"Do you want to like uhm exchange mouth fluids and uhh bacteria?" Remus blurted out.

"Yes. That sounds absolutely lovely" Janus blubbered back.

Neither of them knew who should move first or where to put their hands. Eventually Remus took a deep breathe and kissed them. He felt their hand move up to cup his cheek. His arms hung loosely against his sides before he realized what was happening and they started to happy flap.

Janus' arm moved around his waist to hold him gently but it only made memories pierce through Remus' mind. His mouth wouldn't move to say no but his hands instinctly moved to try and push them away.

Just a nudge made Janus stop and move back "Everything alright dear?"

"Yeah. Just like brainshit. You- oH fuck I already said this but your lips are uh nice"

Remus' brain was running around at olympic records levels of speed as his heart went almost as quickly. His whole chest felt warm. Janus had just...stopped. This was how it was supposed to work wasn't it. His partner was supposed to listen weren't they.

"...So uh would you ever want to like go see a movie or like go garbage hunting or just y'know lightning garbage cans on fire I dunno HaHAHa"

They had planned hang outs dozens of times so both of them felt awfully silly for getting flustered like peaches. He noticed that Janus' foot was uncontrollably tapping down into the ground at immense speed because they were excited.

"SOUNDS GREAT!" They fake coughed and tried to sound suave "...Yeesss soundssss great darling. With or without Remy?"

"There's enough garbage in the city to last multiple dates! We can go multiple times! Some with Remy some just uh us"

"Solid argument. I'll look forward to it"

"Yeah. Uh I'll also be uh looking forward...with my eyes"

The two of them stood and smiled goofily at each other. Both of their cheeks were bright red.

"DUKEY! WE'RE EATING LUNCH! COME UNLESS YOU WANT TO DIE OF STARVATION" Rowan yelled from the first floor.

[miraculousenigma]

dollhousemuses asked:

" Why didn't you just listen to me?! He'd still be here if you just had! " And a knife is flying across the lab, headed straight for Gyro.

Gyro barely has time to react before the knife is embedded in his gut, blood quickly staining his green shirt red.

He has a million questions racing through his mind as he falls to his knees, hands instinctively moving to clutch the spot. Asking why would be redundant; he would’ve known why even if Huey hadn’t outright said it.

An apology would ring cold, even if he meant every word.

Wincing as the pain in his gut worsened, he finally choked out an: “I know...”

[goosedawn]

//Oh gods, welp, here I go [cracks knuckles]

//Tiny farmer Techno Au,,,, prepare for some future lore cjkhcxk

Timestamps from: "I Became the Mayor of Skyblock" by Technoblade

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(5:39) "I decided to call in an old rival..." - Technoblade

Techno continues on with his life for days on, but finally, he somehow finds his way to society again, seeing that the entire town has been taken over by a tyrant of a mayor. The townspeople called for aid, and from the depths of his cold heart, he decided to help (....what do you mean he only did it so people would buy his potatoes-).

For a bit, he did his work by himself, only getting help from some other living scarecrows (listen, I really like the idea of some scarecrows coming alive [cough] PHIL [cough]), TimeDeo and Jyn (...? Is that how you spell their name?). (Dunno what the process for taking over the mayor would be exactly but,,, chchskdlcx,,,)

But you can only do so much work with... living scarecrows. With a bit of reluctance, he calls for help from SquidKid. And then together they defeat Dante :]

(Also, it's funny to think that the town has a mayor that they've never seen. All they know is that the previous mayor is gone, and the new one is pretty chill. /Lh)

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(6:31) "Is there any way to do the teleport room without just like.. guessing?" - SquidKid

(6:36) "You are like... little baby, watch this." - Technoblade

-

Being tiny has its perks.

"Wait, what do you mean you can solve this maze in an hour or less?"

Techno turned towards the bigger hybrid, crossing his arms as he nonchalantly stared up at them. SquidKid only gives him a baffled look back, their tentacle-like hair slightly sprung up to further show their confusion.

He knows this only because he's known the man for far longer than they've known him.

He knows more personal information than should be shared, somehow finding the other farmer's parent's numbers along with a few other things. He had jokingly pocketed away the parent's number in the back of his mind, although, he had no real plans of ever using it. Well, maybe he had played with the idea of calling SquidKid's parents to dunk on the fact that a wild borrower had been winning their competition, but he ultimately decided not to for obvious reasons.

He knows the hybrid's schedule like the back of his hand, having to work around it for the better part of an entire year. Using that knowledge, he had sabotaged countless of SquidKid's tools, poking small, unnoticeable holes into their hoses and irrigation systems.

And he knows SquidKid's behavior from how they speak to how they express any sort of emotion. Lies were easily debunked from the small twitch of the corner of their mouth as they suppressed a smile, and anger was easily shown from how their strange hair pieces would spike up.

Yet, he can't help but feel slightly at unease in front of them. He supposes it's only natural, seeing that there's a huge height difference between them. Plus, this was practically the first time they've been closer than two fields of length in between them. Well, disregarding the times he's gone snooping around the bigger farmer's place, but that's neither here nor there.

"Squid, look at me," he raises his hand, gesturing towards himself, "I'm tiny, yes?" the squid hybrid nodded slowly, and he pointed at the stalks of tall fern and crop, "to you, this would basically be a wall you can't get through. For me, though...."

He jumped off his perch, tightly holding his trusty bag and sliding towards the flora before easily disappearing behind the thicket and appearing moments later at eye level, holding the stalk of the crops easily,

"It's easy to go through."

SquidKid makes a quiet 'oh' sound with another nod of their head, looking slightly in awe. The amazed look turns to one of confusion again, though, and he awaited their next question with a raised eyebrow, "but... the maze is big, how are you going to get through it all without tiring?"

Techno grinned, lifting a hand to his mouth and loudly whistling. He doesn't hesitate to slide back to the floor as a blur of white fur bounds towards him.

"Carl!" he exclaims, wrapping his hands around the rabbit's fluffy neck and combing through the fur with his fingers. He backs away to pull out a broken-off piece of a carrot, feeding it to the eager bunny before turning towards the astonished squid hybrid with a grin, "my noble steed," he waves a hand towards the still feeding rabbit.

"You tamed a rabbit," they dumbly point out, having to metaphorically pick up their jaw off of the floor.

"Yup, I did. you can stop gawking now," he huffed, "you're going to catch a bug with your mouth if you keep your mouth wide open."

"...And you named it Carl?"

"What kind of question is that?" he snorts, shaking his head, "yes, I named him Carl, and yes he's going to be the one helping me through the maze. Any other silly questions?"

The man stumbles over their words for a second, and he amusedly watches from below, "I- yeah, yeah, you bozo," they finally settle on saying.

"Alright, cool, I'm going to go find the exit now," he turns away from the hybrid, climbing on the back of the rabbit's back, "see you there."

He doesn't give SquidKid the chance to respond, already setting off through the thicket. And he sure doesn't suppress the grin that crawls up his face as Carl bounds past stalks and stalks of crops.

Having distracted SquidKid enough to get away, the bigger farmer had barely thought to ask how they themselves would traverse the maze.

They must have realized soon enough, though, since not seconds later, he hears a strangled yell of his name along with a loud groan.

--

Pain, it's been too long since I've written something /Lh

--

"(Also, it's funny to think that the town has a mayor that they've never seen. All they know is that the previous mayor is gone, and the new one is pretty chill. /Lh)"

When the townspeople come to greet the new mayor, they come thinking that it's SquidKid who's done everything since it's always been SquidKid going into town and doing the talking- the scarecrows being unable to do so for obvious reasons, and Techno unable to do so without revealing his entire existence.

So when the sheepish farmer calmly explains that he's just a helper of the mayor, they're... rightfully confused. At first, they want to know the real identity of the mayor, but SquidKid wearily tries explaining that said mayor really doesn't want to be revealed. They only conceded when he shakily points to the unknown farmer's territory, most of them getting the message.

Techno is very thankful that SquidKid doesn't take his title and also doesn't reveal his existence.

-

"It would have been so easy for the squid hybrid to just pluck his tiny form from their back pocket and shove the wrathful spotlight onto him.

He wasn't even able to even escape now as he found himself stuck in the hybrid's pocket. The crowd had come quickly after SquidKid had removed the other mayor for him, and he remembered feeling panicked as he stared at the other hybrid. The next thing he knew, he was shoved into their pocket.

He couldn't get out without tumbling to the ground with a splat, and, even worse, the possibility of one of the townspeople pointing him out with gossip-drinking eyes was incredibly high too.

He shakily gulped, greedily taking the air around him as he tried to stay calm. He never liked being near anyone- not even the scarecrows - so the second-hand contact with his past rival was not the finest experience.

"I- uhm," the squid hybrid stumbled over their words, "t-the mayor really would rather not... have the entire town to greet them.."

The crowd hushedly mumbled to each other, and one straggler called out, "well, tell them to come out anyway!"

By the Blood God, he hated this. He shrunk to the bottom of the pocket. This was one of the worst worries for a borrower; he had already been pushing his limit with the scarecrows and SquidKid, but this was another level for him.

"...Uh, well, in that case," he felt SquidKid shift, and a hand brushed over his pocket. He tenses, waiting for the fingers to tug him out and waiting for SquidKid to finally prove that they're not as kind as they look, for them to finally get some semblance of petty revenge.

"You can find them over there." He pauses, confused to as why there's no hand reaching down for him. The words finally dawn on him, and he's both relieved and perplexed to what SquidKid could have meant by that.

But hatever they've done has made the crowd fall unnaturally silent, and so he's at least a little relieved for that too.

The same voice that was brave enough to speak before pipes up, "you mean the ghost farmer?"

....He didn't know that the townspeople had come up with a name for him, but he's suddenly thankful that he's gained enough popularity that people stop and gawk.

"Y...Yes," SquidKid slowly acknowledges the villager, "they were the one orchestrating all of this. I was just helping with the... talking parts," the hybrid is silent for a moment before they burst into a stammering mess,

"And- uh, I-I should take my leave now, b-because I should really h-head back and ch-check up on them," he feels the bigger farmer start to take a few steps back, supposedly away from the crowd, "I'll answer any questions later!"

He has to push against the fabric to keep himself from bouncing around in the pocket as SquidKid starts running. He faintly hears the townspeople shout for the male, but it's muffled through the fabric.

As it starts to seem as if the squid hybrid would never stop running, they finally start to slow down, their breaths coming out labored and airy.

He doesn't speak up for a moment, letting the other regain themselves first. When they finally seem well enough, he speaks up,

"That's the best you can come up with?"

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chKFCHKDSJFSDF oh my Primes, this is so LONG,,,, I have no idea how to write SquidKid,,,, plus, I had no idea how to like,,, oOGHgds,f,, pain.

Anyways, hope you had fun reading ALL of this cchjxcvxkdsf,,,

AAUBHJDUHFJHBFNDKUFHN WENDYYY /POS

i dont have anything to add this is just fantastic,,,,, DEO AND JIYN AS SCARECROWS AS WELL,,, FBJHDKUHSJHHDV,,,,,, i love that techno gets to have Carl still 🥺🥺🥺 and him leaving squidkid on the other side of the maze??? FHJBDJNJKBF

ALSO 🥺 squid protecting techno and not telling people abt him,,,,, aaajfhkdojfh good,, i also appreciate that everyone in the village just has to be like. "the ghost farmer is mayor????... well this isnt the weirdest thing thats happened to me"

SQUIDKID RUNNING AWAY,,,, "ill answer any questions later" djhshhjhjhbhbfhdjhbe

*holds this gently* aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa i adore

[hoe-doroki]

Can I request some tender loving from soft dom deku and female reader?

Very swnsual

Just you've been together forever and waking up from an afternoon nap together

You're feeling particularly loving. Like you have so much love to give that your hearts just gonna burst if you dont show it to him.

I'm just in a soft Feku mood, let him run his fingers through my hair and tell me im his sweetheart, im his girl.

Thank you!

Hi, dear! You wanted a loving Deku to top you, well you came to the right place. Not quite dom/sub, but I think I squeezed in some of the things you wanted. Hope you like it! ;)

minors do not interact

warnings: 18+, mild breeding, mild praise kink; everything’s mild, lol

genre: smut, fluff

wc: 2.1k

edit: I no longer write x reader but here’s my old masterlist - mobile | desktop

The sunlight was bright in your eyes before they were even open. You scrunched your face to fight off that red glare behind your lids and turned away into a mess of soft curls.

That you could wake up looking at.

When you opened your eyes, your husband’s face was aglow with the high midday light. His jaw was slack, mouth partially open—he was still well asleep. Izuku was always so tired from work that he could sleep through anything, cheeky sunlight included. Of course, this was only when he was feeling safe, which usually meant with you. With you he could sleep undisturbed, at peace.

The butterflies in your stomach quivered as you rolled to one side to fully face out of the sun and towards him. The back of his hair was still dark, damp from the shower he’d taken before you’d convinced him to crawl back into bed. Even the number one hero should sleep in on a Saturday off from work.

Of course, he hadn’t. So after he’d returned from an early run to the gym, you’d managed to pull him back in for the rest that you knew he needed. His eyelids had still been just a pinch too heavy, his smile a tad too slow—though no less genuine.

You pressed your nose against the freckles on his cheek, warmed by the sun. You couldn’t remember the last time the two of you had awoken in such glorious sunlight. All the skyscrapers in the city made true beams of sun rare in your apartment. But today, it seemed, you’d gotten lucky.

“Honey?”

Your eyes had fluttered closed again against Izuku’s soft cheek, so you opened them to see the light twitches of Izuku’s cracking open.

“Sorry, did I wake you?” you asked, your mouth millimeters away from his jawline, tantalizingly close.

“Mm, that’s okay.” Izuku rolled over so that he was facing you, a smile spreading across his face. “Hi.”

“Hi,” you returned, your teeth just barely showing in a grin as Izuku found your hand beneath the blanket and intertwined your fingers with his. He brought your hand up to his mouth and kissed right below where your wedding band was, the scratches on the white gold glinting in the bright sun.

Izuku’s eyes were a wide meadow of grassy green in that moment as the sun glinted off of them. His pupils were shrunk to pinpricks, totally focused on you and a little cross-eyed as you lay nose to nose. “That was a good nap.”

“Mm, yeah.”

Your feet were rubbing together lightly, knees knocking as you both slowly surfaced from the haze that sleeping in the middle of the day always painted over you. It only felt natural that, as you did, the crown of your head tilted a little further into the pillow and your chin angled a little closer to your husband. Your noses shifted from rubbing affectionately to slotting together as you exchanged soft kisses. After a moment, Izuku pulled apart, lips curling up, brows raised under his curls that were flat from the pillow.

“Very energizing nap too, right?”

A smirk pulled at half your face. “Something like that.”

You met back again with a little more gusto, Izuku’s hand pulling from yours in order to cup your chin while you brought your hand to his shirtless back, pressing him closer to you. You raised your left leg up underneath the blanket and hooked it over Izuku’s thigh, and you could quickly feel his need growing beneath the boxers he’d thrown on out of the shower.

Izuku’s tongue just tasted like Izuku—familiar from whenever he had time for morning kisses before duty called. But the rest of him was nothing but clean: fruity shampoo from the shower, the slight musk of his aftershave and deodorant, the very light pine from his bodywash. It all was soft but not trying too hard.

“God, I wish I had more days off,” Izuku groaned as he naturally started pushing you onto your back, the hand that had been on your jaw now down to the fleshy part of your shoulder as his torso fell over yours.

“You don’t,” you said, almost giggling at what a lie that had been. “You just wish that you had more time.”

His eyes were soft as he pulled back to look at you. You could see in flecks of dark jade the hints of regret that Izuku always held. There was never enough time to be a hero. Never enough time to be a husband. Even if he spurned one and took on the other exclusively, it would never be enough. So he made do with what he had and, over the years, had put every effort into making time for both, doing everything with that inimitable Deku ardor.

“I do,” he said. “God, I do.”

You were completely on your back now as he pressed between your legs, which came up to hook around his hips. He leaned into you heavily, against your mouth, against your core. His intent had grown quickly, as it always did, and yours was rising to meet him.

The tee you’d thrown on had ridden far higher than your panties and Izuku had one hand creeping under it, cupping one of your breasts as he ground against you. A few moans escaped you as he kissed you passionately, just as he had when your relationship had been new. But now the passion was matched with experience; he knew your every spot, every desire almost better than you did. Soon he was rising off of you, the hem of the shirt clenched in his hand. You arched up for him to pull it off of you and then relaxed back down.

You expected Izuku to follow you immediately, but instead one hand passed over your hair and he smiled.

“You’re beautiful,” he stated. “Just, like…really, really amazing.”

You preened at the praise and it compelled you to hook both hands around Izuku’s neck and pull him back down to you. You met no resistance as his mouth fell back against yours, his hands pressed on either side of your hips as he began rutting against you through your undergarments.

“God, Izu,” you breathed as, even through his boxers, the head of his cock managed to meet your clit. Your panties were clinging to the slick that had already formed, and his thick shaft was keeping them stuck while you just wanted them off, sooner rather than later.

“I know, honey,” Izuku groaned, grasping the elastic of your panties in both hands. “God, I always need you so much.”

“Me too,” you said, bringing your legs together so that Izuku could pull your panties down and throw them to the ground.

His boxers were next, not getting the delicate treatment that your underwear had gotten. He tore them off, betraying his eagerness as he immediately went to the bedside drawer for your half-empty bottle of lube, squirting some generously in his hand. He fisted it over his cock before taking his slick hand and pressing it against your pussy, rubbing four fingers up and down over the breadth of your sex. You gasped, arching against the bed at the direct contact, suddenly so much warmer than you had been a moment ago, from your cunt to your breasts now bathed in sun.

“Are you ready for me, sweetheart?” Izuku mumbled against your mouth as his body came close and his hand, the one puckered with scars, rubbed against the roundness of your hip.

“Please—need you,” you said, practically quivering for him as his wet dick slid over top of your needy hole.

“Okay, gonna take you so high,” Izuku said as he grabbed his cock and readied it against your entrance and you felt the hot stretch of him pressing into you.

“Yes,” you whispered as he sunk in, the perfect shape and contours of his cock brushing all the familiar spots inside of you until he bottomed out. Then he took your hand in his again, forehead pressed against yours and began long, deep thrusts.

“God, I love you, honey,” Izuku said as the pace slowly increased, his pelvis slapping into yours with a wet clap at every full thrust. “You feel so good for me. So hot and tight.”

You just whined in response as you lifted your hips to his. Maintaining his pounding, Izuku reached for one of your pillows and, without prompting, you raised up enough for him to slide it under you so he could hit all your secret places with every thrust.

All you could do was grip him tightly as he had his way with you. Your fingers clenched around his, your legs around his waist, and—most of all—your throbbing cunny around his hard cock.

God, he was right. You didn’t get to have him like this enough. He was so good—so strong and kind—and you loved him so much that it was never enough.

“Close, sweetheart?”

“Yes!” you cried as one hand crept down to your clit and started rubbing a slick pattern on it. “Fuck, fill me up, Izuku.”

Izuku grunted as your walls squeezed around him a little tighter. “Not yet, sweetheart. You don’t get my cum until you finish.”

Everything got hazier as you closed your eyes to the sunlight, overcome by the sensations on your clit and in your cunt—even more so when Izuku bent his head and began suckling on your neck. All you could focus on were those three points, each becoming stronger and stronger in your brain until you suddenly gasped, legs shaking around your husband as he pulled your orgasm out of you, stoking it as he kept thrusting into you.

“There it is, honey,” Izuku said, and you could feel him smiling against his neck. “Now do you want my cum?”

You could do little more than whine for it as you came down from your orgasm, desiring to make Izuku feel as good as you did, for you to give him a shred of the pleasure that he did you. So you squeezed him tighter around the waist and drew him into you, wanting nothing more than his cum deep inside of you the moment he finished.

“Please, Zuku,” you breathed. “I love you.”

His brows screwed together, tight with concentration as his pace sped up to full speed—the tell tale sign that he was reaching his end.

“Uh—Oh god,” Izuku grunted as he began to spurt inside of you, painting your insides with liquid heat. “Fuck, I’m cumming. Gonna fill you so good.”

He was already making good on his word. Some of his essence squeezed out as his thrusts continued, making a mess of you both. You just held him as he slowed down, his heavy breaths pushing his stomach into yours until finally stuttering to a stop. Just before he fell boneless, he wrapped both arms around you and flipped you onto his stomach where he could hold you close.

“You’re so good for me, sweetheart,” Izuku said, pressing a kiss to your shoulder and running his hands up and down your bare back.

“Mm,” you hummed, eyes closing against Izuku’s chest as you felt him slip out of you and your combined fluids begin to dribble out. “Making a mess.”

“That’s okay,” Izuku said, one hand moving up to the base of your hairline and playing with the tiniest strands that lived there. “I’ll get you cleaned up in a minute. I’m just not done holding you yet.”

You weren’t done yet either, so you made sure to hold him everywhere you could. You straightened your legs a bit, tangling them with Izuku’s and kept your arms loosely wrapped around his neck. His body was so warm, so strong. He held you like this often enough that you knew that you weren’t too heavy on top of him—he’d proven you wrong too many times when you’d tried to argue with him.

His chest had broadened with age and was just perfect to lie against, whether with just a head and a hand or with your whole body like now. And he’d only gotten stronger in his years as the number one hero. In a few minutes’ time, he’d lift up the both of you and carry you to the bath, despite having taken a shower himself just before your nap. His gnarled hands would pass softly over your skin, cleaning you up and loving you well.

But, for now, you lay as the day’s sun traveled over your interlaced bodies. You lay until it passed your toes, until it left the room. Even without it, you were still warm.

[getitinbusan]

I've Got A Coupon (18+)

Part 7

Jungkook: Erotic Movie

Warnings: 18+ consensual sexual poly relationships. Always swearing, Safe sex is implied. Don't read smut if you can't handle the 🍆💦

Words: 1700

Valentine's Day, what do you give 7 men who already have everything?

Sitting down, you create a series of Love Coupons and place them in a bowl...

Erotic movie night

Massage with a happy ending

Lap dance

Voyeur, look but don't touch!

Naked Chef, dining al fresco

Trip to the sex shop

Location of your choice!

Calling them to the kitchen they each take a turn picking their present.

Series Masterlist

7:30 pm

Freshly showered you made your way to the Golden Closet.

Usually you let yourself in but for some reason today the door was locked.

"Jungkook, let me in."

You heard him running to the door and the handle turning. Instead of letting you in he came out and stood in the hallway.

"What's going on?" Passing him a bag you tried to push past him.

"What's this?"

"Valentine's candy for you," you kissed his cheek." I bought it for you on my date with Tae.  

Wrapping both arms around you he lifted you off the ground in a bear hug. "So you were thinking of me while you were with Tae?"

You had to smile at his competitiveness. "I'm always thinking about you Guk."

He hummed happily giving you a kiss before setting you down.

"Wait, wasn't your date at the Sex Shop? You can get food there?"

"It's the everything Jungkook thinks about store."  

He smiled knowing it was the truth. "I made you a surprise!"

He opened the door slowly and gestured for you to go ahead.

Inside, wall to wall, floor to ceiling he'd constructed an elaborate blanket fort. "What is this baby? It's so pretty!"

His arms wrapped around you from behind and his chin rested on your shoulder. "Do you like it? I wanted to do something special for you."

"I love it, so much," tears welled in your eyes.

"Hey, no crying. Are you tired? You must be exhausted." He pulled you towards the tent.

"I got you some drinks and snacks. I figured you probably haven't taken very good care of yourself today."

"This is kind of romantic for a porn date Guk."

"Well, I've got a coupon." He kissed your hand. "It says errotic movie but you said the rest was up to me. I just want to spend my time with you cuddling."

"You're cheating my system."

"But I'm not! There's a movie playing in there." He turned pouty, a skill you were sure he picked up from Jimin. "Do you want to fight about it or come inside?"

"I don't want to fight with you, I've missed you too much to waste time."

"Here," he handed you one of his oversized shirts. "You look really sexy but we're going for comfort."

Slipping out of your dress and into his favorite Carhartt you crawled into the fort.

He tapped the pillow beside him and extended his arm in invitation.  "Where did you get all these?"

"I may have stolen them so if anyone asks you know nothing."

You laughed and curled into his side. "You really don't want to have sex?"

"Nope, no ulterior motives, I just want to lay here and spend Valentine's day with my girl."  

The moaning sounds coming from the TV seemed out of place in the pretty fairy lit fort.

"So, what's going on here? Is there a plot to this one?" Shoving another pillow under your head you watched the screen. "What kind of porn even turns you on?"

"I think the blonde is supposed to be his therapist." You could feel the heat of his embarrassed cheek against your head. "I kind of like watching threesomes but I didn't think you'd appreciate that."

Sitting up to face him you confessed. "You know those really silly ones that are set up like game shows?"

He started laughing, "Really?"  Fumbling for the remote he quickly went back to the screens menu and loaded in a new search. "What do you think about this one?"

"Umm, maybe smaller boobs? I don't like the huge fake ones."

He raised his eyebrows, "Noona! I'm shocked."

"You're not the only one who watches porn Jungkook."

He propped himself up on his elbow, eyes moving back and forth trying not to get caught while watching.

"So how's that plan to only cuddle working for you?"

He groaned and pressed his dick  into your thigh.

"It was a noble effort Guk. And it still counts for bonus points."

You steam rolled over top of him and grabbed the bag from the sex shop. "I have an idea!"

"I'm thinking about sex and you're thinking about candy?"

He broke out in a fit of giggles, "What are you, five?"

"Okay blanket fort, I hardly think you have the right to call anyone 5."

Pulling out the box of candy you shook it in front of his face. "Want some?"

He tried to grab it but you were too quick. "There's a catch if you do!" You tucked it under yourself so he couldn't take it.  

He sat on you, "what's the catch, tell me before I tickle it out of you."

You couldn't stop laughing, "They're sexy conversation hearts."

"So I have to read my candy?"

"umm, kind of? It's more like you have to do what's on the candy before you earn the right to eat it."

"Well what are you waiting for don't you know I've got a stupid time limit."

"You can literally make me cum in minutes, I don't think you need to worry about that."

He held out his hand, "hit me!"

You tore the box open and tipped a candy into his waiting hand.

"Foot massage?" He threw it across the room, "That's bullshit, give me the box."

He dumped a few into his hand and went through them carefully. "Here's one, It says oral!" He pushed it between your smiling lips.

"Hold that for me till I get back."

Sliding down between your legs he dragged this finger through your wetness. "Do you want me to lick you like he's doing in the movie?"

"Do you think you'd be better than him at picking me out of a line up just by how I taste?"

His mouth was close enough that you could feel his warm breath. "Nothing tastes as good as you do Noona."

His finger gently rubbed over your clit and his tongue flicked into your hole. "You're so soft and pink and pretty," he suckled your button.

"What do I taste like Guk?"

"mmm," he hummed enjoying your line of questioning. He stuck his tongue deep inside you, curling it and collecting your juices.

Coming back up he held it out for you. You could see the cream gathered on the end. He raised his eyebrows as if he was daring you. So you accepted, sucking his tongue till it was clean.

"Fuck you're sexy."

Pushing his lips back down on yours you slid the candy heart from its hiding spot in your cheek into his mouth.

Sitting up he shook the box again and picked through them in his hand. Turning when he was satisfied he held out two fists, "Choose one!"

You tapped the left and he unfurled his fingers so you could read it out loud.

"Declare your love."

Without a word he shook his other fist in front of you.

Your heart was racing as you  stared at the beautiful man sitting before you with such a hopeful look on his face.

You tapped the right and he opened it slowly.

"I couldn't not get you a present for Valentine's day." He picked up the delicate black ring with his large fingers and held it up to you.

"I know it's not my place, "he stammered, "but I really am so in..."

Before he could finish you rolled on top of him kissing him like your life depended on it. Your hands were tangled in his hair while he worked to get his pants down.

"Take this off," he tugged at your shirt."

Pulling it over your head he sat up pressing himself against you. You were skin on skin, soft breasts against firm pecs. Moving slightly in his lap you sank down onto him until he filled you to the hilt.

Your mouths met in urgency, his hands guiding your hips as you rode him.

He suddenly paused his motions, the realization of your distraction tactics sinking in.

"Why are you stopping baby?"

His fingers pushed the sweaty hair out of your face. "I love you, stop holding back."

"I can't fuck you any harder Guk."

He grabbed your waist and rolled you underneath him.

Buried deep inside you he rendered you imobile with his body weight and he stared in your eyes.

"Your not gonna be able to fuck your way out of this one."

You turned your head so he couldn't see the tears.

"If you can't say it, if you don't feel the same way, I can't do this anymore."

"I'm scared Guk."

He relaxed his stronghold, his head relaxing into your neck. "I'm scared too Noona but even if I didn't tell you it doesn't mean it's not how I feel."

He held your face, forcing you to look him in the eye. "Do you love me?"

His brimming eyes spilled over and warm tears fell on your chest.

"Of course I do Guk, I fucking love you so much it hurts me…"

He put his finger over your lips, "That's all I need, it's enough."

He began to move again, his hips meeting yours slowly. Relishing the moment he wanted to make the most of his time.

Emotions were raw, you just wanted to be close in every possible way. You clung to him tightly, your legs wrapped around his waist as you kissed his neck.

"I love you." You kept whispering the words until he unraveled inside you.

He rolled to your side and grabbed your hand. Sliding the ring on, he smiled at the pretty little onyx stones that now graced your finger.

"Do you like it?"

You nodded, completely content in your declaration. "I love it

Part 8: Yoongi - anywhere you like

[hayleysmuses]

@cielsmuses asked: " Hi Boyd~ " Cue the cute, giggling voice of Huey as he waves at Boyd.

Cue more giggling in return as Boyd waved back to him. "Hi, Huey~!"

[loveinterestcastiel]

sursum corda

Part one of a new canon divergent series, “A Sacrament to Be Taken Kneeling”

Summary: the opening dialogue to the eucharistic prayer, or anaphora, translated to english means “lift up your hearts”, and is the beginning of a devout worshipper’s holy communion with god

Canon divergent from 6x22, this one is rated M for religious blasphemy, power dynamics, and mature subject matter (later installments will be rated E for violence, sexual content, and graphic depictions of blood). Honestly this is just a fucked up exploration of the catholicnatural that could have been if the spn writers hadn’t been cowards and had instead really leaned into the whole Godstiel thing, and his dynamic with Dean. I’m going to hell for this and you know what? That’s just fine with me.

It can be read here or in AO3! Enjoy <3

Castiel was brighter than the sun, and he was beautiful. He was the most terrifying thing Dean had ever seen, because somewhere in there, he could still see Cas, the old Cas. He let Crowley go. Dean was going to kill that demon, but- later. Later, when they got out of here and got Sammy put back together.

Then Castiel blew Raphael up with nothing more than a snap of his fingers, and their most formidable adversary, after all these months, was suddenly just a bloody smear on the wall. The last Apocalyptic threat, gone, just like that, leaving Dean and Bobby alone with a Cas-gone-nuclear.

They were so, so fucked.

Cas looked over to Dean, his face softening incrementally but still distinctly smug.

"So you see," he said, turning away from Dean and moving as if to inspect his explosive handiwork, "I saved you."

Dean Winchester is saved.

“You sure did, Cas,” Dean said faintly, drifting further into Cas’s orbit as if somehow compelled. Castiel didn’t acknowledge him, keeping his back turned, his spine ramrod straight. Damage control. Holy fucking shit, damage control right now. “Thank you.”

“You doubted me. Fought against me.” He slowly turned to face Dean, a mockery of their first meeting in that rundown barn years ago, tilting his head the same way, his blue eyes the same limitless color and just as mesmerizing, but somehow about a million times more unsettling. “But I was right all along.”

Dean’s stomach swooped. “Okay, Cas, you were. We’re sorry,” he added quickly, his breath shallow and shaky. “Now let’s just defuse you, okay?” he suggested, the words cumbersome and heavy in his mouth.

Cas narrowed his eyes almost imperceptibly before relaxing again. “What do you mean?” he asked icily.

Dean forged on desperately. “You’re full of nuke. It’s not safe, so before the eclipse ends, let’s get them souls back to where they belong.” Oh, he felt like he was going to be sick. Please, Cas, please just listen to me…

“Oh, no, they belong with me,” Cas countered, his tone almost patronizing, like he was speaking to a child.

“No, Cas,” Dean interrupted before his brain or his fear could catch up to him. “It’s- it’s scrambling your brain.”

“No, I’m not finished yet,” he said firmly, with the ghost of a cold smile tugging on his features. “Raphael had many followers, and I must-” Cas paused, choosing his words, “punish them all severely,” he finished deliberately.

Bobby’s eyes darted over to Dean. He was visibly horrified.

Okay. One last effort. Okay.

Dean shoved down his fear and tried again. “Listen to me.” He stepped closer to Cas, swallowing hard as his voice fought to stick in his throat and looking steadily into his eyes. “Listen- I know there’s a lot of bad water under the bridge. But we were family, once,” he pleaded. “I’d have died for you. I almost did a few times.” Castiel’s face remained impassive but Dean continued. “So if that means anything to you- please,” he begged, abandoning his pride. “I’ve lost Lisa, I’ve lost Ben, and now I’ve lost Sam. Don’t make me lose you too.”

Castiel wrenched his eyes away from Dean’s and cast his gaze down to the floor between them. Was he considering it?

“You don’t need this kind of juice anymore, Cas,” he tried to reason. “Get rid of it before it kills us all.”

A beat.

“You’re just saying that because I won,” Cas mused, raising his gaze back up to look at Dean again, pinning him there like a specimen under a microscope. “Because you’re afraid . You’re not my family, Dean,” he said, closing the remaining distance between them until he stood less than an arm’s reach away, positively radiating power, the air vibrating with it. “You’re just… human.”

His eyes lingered on Dean’s face, tracing his freckles, his eyelashes. Whatever he was looking for, he didn’t seem to find it. Castiel’s face hardened into stone, his next words iron. “I have no family.”

The words rang in Dean’s ears, banging about his brain and battering it into despair. It felt like a small death, his heart pulling on his ribs as he floundered for a new angle to pursue.

And then Sam was there, behind Castiel, and he just stabbed him with an angel blade, and Cas was swaying just a bit with the blade still stuck in his back as Sam gasped for air behind him, clearly distressed and stumbling backwards.

Dean froze, horrified.

What the FUCK were you thinking, Sam?

But- oh. Oh god.

Cas wasn’t dead. It didn’t work. His brain buzzed blankly with a static-y sensation of bewilderment as Cas reached around himself and pulled out the blade- shiny, clean, utterly free of blood- with an alarming squelching noise.

"I'm glad you made it, Sam," Cas said in a distressingly level voice, placing the newly-extricated angel blade on the table in front of him before turning to glance at Sam. “But the angel blade won’t work, because I’m not an angel anymore,” he said, matter-of-fact as could be, as if he hadn’t just dropped yet another massive bomb on their lives. Sam looked to Bobby, his eyes wide, and Bobby shrugged back minutely, similarly floored.

Look at me, Cas, leave Sammy alone, you’ve done enough-

As if he heard Dean’s thoughts- fuck, was he praying?- Castiel turned back to Dean and met his eyes. “I’m your new God,” he said, with an air of authority and immense self-satisfaction permeating his words. “A better one. So you will bow down and profess your love unto me, your Lord. Or I shall destroy you.”

Bobby’s eyes widened in the periphery of Dean’s vision as time seemed to swirl and slow down to a crawl- clearly, he hadn’t expected this either.

Sammy was strung out and swaying on his feet behind Cas, his eyes darting and rolling over the room as he rode out the hellish things that tormented him in his head, seemingly incapable of reacting to the gravity of the situation as what Cas had done put him out of his mind with fear.

In the span of a heartbeat, Dean made his choice. He had no choice.

He fell to his knees.

The crack of bone on hard tile was near agony. His gun clattered uselessly to the ground beside him as he shifted his gaze to land somewhere around the hem of Castiel’s coat. He couldn’t look at his face. Couldn’t meet his eyes. It was almost impossible to believe the terrifying figure before him was once his closest friend, and had saved him from Heaven and Hell alike before he had turned into whatever this was.

His throat was dry. He forced himself to swallow, drawing his tongue over his bottom lip as he tried to find the right words.

Bobby started to kneel, too. Survival instincts, probably. He’d have never gotten this old without them, anyway.

“My lord,” he began hesitantly.

The new God waved his hand dismissively at the title. “Castiel.”

“Castiel,” Dean corrected himself. Great start, you fuck up. “Cas, I swore my obedience to Heaven, once. To God, and his angels. To you,” his voice cracked as he risked a glance at the former angel. His eyes were like fire. Glowing. Unreal.

Bobby interrupted: “Dean, no-”

But Castiel snapped up a hand, palm out, and Bobby’s mouth moved, but no sound came out. “You will be silent,” Castiel ordered, his eyes never leaving Dean. He looked intrigued by Dean’s sudden compliance and admission. “I’d like to hear what you have to say, Dean. What can you possibly say to justify your lack of faith in me up until now? I could have cast you back into the pit, and Sam, too, had I not done this, all of it, for you.”

“I know you did, Cas,” Dean said. “Thank you. I- thank you. You were right, about everything, and I should have listened to you. I was wrong. I should have trusted you.” The words tasted like poison in his mouth. A part of him meant it. A part of him was just desperate enough to say anything. The rest of him wanted to see the cold monster in front of him dead. But how could he turn back now, without sentencing them all to death? If he played his cards right, he might even be able to save Castiel. Surely if he could get him to let go of those souls, he’d start to see reason, would be Cas again. But he was getting ahead of himself. Gotta think a little more short-term, right now. Band-aids and duct tape, not trauma surgery.

“I was blind,” Dean said, “and proud. I took you for granted, and I can do better. Be better. For- for you.”

He had never felt so weak. Groveling to his dad was different. He was his dad’s son, sure, but there was no love there. It was all survival, clinical, even his rage and his fists when Dean didn’t do enough to earn his mercy were detached. Duty and discipline and disappointment. This was different. It was hot with near-tears, messy and filled with grief for a man who wasn’t even dead. He wasn’t lying earlier when he told Cas he was like a brother to him. It was the closest comparison he had for what the angel was to his heart. He had never needed anyone like he needed Castiel- because he wasn’t Sammy, or Bobby, or Lisa, or Ben, or Cassie, or any other category of need. He was just Cas. And Dean wanted him in his life. Or he used to, anyway.

“I don’t know what I can do to make it right between us, Cas,” he said, his throat tightening slightly. “But I want to,” Dean offered, looking down in shame. “I want to be-” he choked out.

“What do you want, Dean?” Castiel asked, taking another step forward, the very picture of authority and control. One more step and Dean could reach out and touch him. The air was electric, heady with power as it positively radiated from his body.

He lifted his head to meet Castiel’s eyes in a pose of supplication, his knees aching, his eyes burning with tears as the situation started to overwhelm him. “I want to be forgiven,” he gasped out. “Cas, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Please forgive us.”

“And Sam’s betrayal?” Castiel inquired, casting new fear into Dean’s heart. “He stabbed me in the back. And he has not knelt as you have. Why should I offer him mercy?” he mused.

“Look at him, Cas,” Dean said quietly. Sam was hunched over on the floor in the corner, holding his head in his hands, rocking slightly into the wall and pushing off of it again in a strange repetitive motion. “He can’t follow any of this. I don’t think he even knows where we are. It’s been getting worse as time passes. He was slightly more coherent an hour ago, but-” Dean shook his head. “I think he was just trying to protect me. I don’t think he even knew who you were, just- saw a threat and tried to take it out.”

Cas made a noncommittal little noise, glancing over to where Sam had retreated.

“Cas,” Dean said, drawing his attention back to himself. “He didn’t know what he was doing. Can you try to forgive him that?” he pleaded as the first tear escaped and ran down his cheek.

“And in return?”

“Anything,” Dean swore. “Just- Cas, please. I’ll do anything. I will, I swear it. Just please help Sammy.”

“It won’t be as easy as you think,” Castiel warned. “I want your trust, Dean. I want the bond we once had, and your submission to my better judgement, untainted by your... fear.” His voice turned hungry, reminiscent of when they worked that killer Cupid case last year and it turned out to be Famine. To be on the receiving end of desire of that magnitude was by turns exhilarating and horrifying. “I want your love.”

“Cas,” Dean said faintly, unable to tear his eyes away from his friend’s face even as Bobby attempted to fight his holy gag order from his place next to him. “I… I’ll try. For you,” he added, trying to add a note or resolve to his voice as his thoughts roared in fear and grappled with the idea, stuck on the precipice of this terrible new unknown he had run up against. But he truly had no choice. Sink or swim.

“I swear, Cas,” he said, raising his hand to his heart, “I’ll try.”

Castiel’s eyes softened. They stopped glowing.

Suddenly, for a moment, he looked just like himself. More than that, he looked heartbreakingly human.

He moved suddenly, sending Dean’s heart sprinting again for what felt like the hundredth time that day.

But he didn’t hurt him. He didn’t hurt Sam, or smite Bobby, or engage in any sort of holy wrath. He just kneeled, in front of Dean, and clasped his clammy hands briefly in his own warm, dry ones before shifting them both to his right hand and raising his right palm to Dean’s cheek, his eyes darting over his features with an air of disbelieving gratitude. It was so...

Castiel had lovely hands, Dean noticed. Strong, soft, and broad, with a gentle grip and long, agile fingers. So different from Dean’s own hands, already scarred from the last few years of wear and tear since his resurrection. Of course, he’d noticed before. Noticed that sort of thing about Castiel, how he used his hands to fight, to pray, to eat and to comfort, how they looked drenched in blood and how they looked at rest. How they looked striking a blow to his own face, and how they looked when he healed him. They were one of a million things Dean knew about him better than he knew himself.

“Oh, Dean,” he said softly, “That’s all I ask of you. Just try. Lift up your heart to me, and I will give you everything.”

Dean inhaled sharply, his chest tight as he leaned into the touch. "It's yours," he breathed out, "It's all yours, Cas."

Castiel smiled, and the world fell away.

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[imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl]

Stay With Me (Pt. 03 of 09)

Pairing: Daryl Dixon X Reader

Word count: 2.1 K

Summary: Daryl found you surrounded by the dead, stuck in the backseat of a car. You were wishing for death to take you away for quite a while now, but, as you slid back and forth into consciousness, there was only one thing keeping you alive. Him, the man with blue, worried eyes and kind voice. Your beaten up body was ready to give up, too wounded and broken to keep going. But this man, who went out of his way to save your life is the only thing in the world holding you up. And, because of him, you feel something you haven't felt in a very long time: hope. Wherever he's taking you, you want to get there, and not only to be buried. For what it feels like the very first time, you want to live. He takes you back to Alexandria, but even there, the nightmares and the terror from all the torture and pain you've been through keeps creeping closer, and Daryl, your hero, is the only one who can keep that all away.

Warnings: Mentions and description (not graphic) of past abuse; post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD); some violence at the end of the story (a little bit graphic, but not so much); blood.

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I want to thank my awesome friend @jodiereedus22, who helped me (and still does) a lot to get this story done. She's also a writer and she's amazing so please go check her work!!

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Memories From The Past

“I was with the same group of people since the world fell apart. Me and six other people.” Slowly you start, keeping your voice down so Daryl will be the only one to hear it. “We were fine and... One day we had to leave the house because there were too many dead around... So we... We left and this group found us. They were good, they offered help.” How stupid you were to believe it. To go with them and trust their kindness. Kindness, now, is rare. It's used as a trick, a trap. And you fell for it. “They had a couple of houses, lived well together and... It was normal, for a week it was normal. I-I was starting to feel safe when...” Your body shakes, like a leaf, and Daryl moves closer, pulling the blanket over your shoulders. “The men started making... Propositions. And I would never do that, and-and in the beginning they were okay. They respected my decision, but soon, it... They started getting aggressive. I told my group and we decided to run away during the night but they found out.” You're crying, sobbing, a hand on your heart. “They got us. And-and all the others were useless. Four men and two older women, so they killed them. They had t-these dead tied up and they made me watch as my friends were eaten.” It's hard to continue, to push the words out, to revisit that day. Those days, endless. The hours that never seemed to end.

“ ‘S alright. That's enough.” Daryl says, but you push the blanket away, freeing your arms from underneath and holding his hand. You just need to make sure he's real. That he's here, the man who saved you, who won't let anyone hurt you again.

“They locked me up after. They... They told me they didn't want to... Rape me... They wanted me to enjoy what they did. T-the humiliating, degrading sex, the extreme bondage, the cuts, the wounds, the pain. All of it.” You decide to just say it, spill it out, as fast as you can just to get it over with. “But I wouldn't. I wouldn't and I was thinking they'd just kill me. I was ready but they didn't. They came every single day, I stopped counting after a month, to ask me to surrender but I never did. They beat me, kicked me, cut me, spit on me. They used to drag one of the dead to the basement and leave it there, groaning at me for days.”

“That's enough. Ya don't have to–”

“Then a herd came. I heard it. I heard it killing them so I just pushed myself up and crawled through a window.” You look down at your arms, the grazes, and scratches from the glass. “I fought with a man for the car, and he gave me this–” You tilt your head to the wound on your left thigh. “–right before one of the dead got him. So I started driving, and I kept driving until the gas was over. I stood there as the dead came, surrounded me and I just wanted to die.” You're head is spinning, and you feel like you're just about to faint. “I wanted to die until you found me.”

The look on his eyes kills you. Why is he in such pain? Why is he looking at you like... Like you're breakable. Like you're broken already. Maybe it's because you are. And you will never speak of it again. You will never let these words come out of your mouth. The memories are more than enough to torture you day after day.

“Nobody will ever hurt ya again,” Daryl says, his voice filled with anger, a kind of anger you never witnessed before. “I promise ya. Never.” He pulls you into a hug, carefully, but you just move into his chest, biting back a wince when pain spreads through your body. You're sobbing, uncontrollably, and you're sure the tears are soaking Daryl's shirt. It hurts to cry. “Shh. ‘S alright, babygirl. Calm down, ‘M right here with ya. ‘M right here.”

“Will-will they kick me out?” You stutter, still hiding your head on his chest.

“No. Yer not going anywhere, hear me?” Daryl pulls away, just enough to look into your eyes. “Hear me?”

“Can you stay with me? Please.” Holding on to his shirt, you beg, unable to bear the thought of being left alone.

“Of course.”

Relieved, you pull him, moving to the side a little despite the pain. Daryl hesitates a bit before moving, resting his back against the headrest as you move to lay your head on his chest, pulling your legs up, basically curling into him.

You're not sure how long he stays there, in silence, a hand caressing your hair. But when you start getting hungry, you know he'll have to leave eventually.

“(Y/N),” Carol calls from the door frame. “Can I bring your lunch?”

Nodding weakly, you watch as her smiles and leaves.

“I need to talk to Rick,” Daryl says, carefully moving to stand up, making sure you'll be comfortable against the headrest. “Him and Deanna. So they'll stop bugging ya about... What happened before.”

“Will you be back?” You ask as he stands up, holding his hand.

“I promise I will. I won't leave ya alone.”

Nodding, you force yourself to let go of his hand. Carol brings you lunch and you struggle to eat without her help. It always takes a while, and Carol talks through it, even though you don't answer. You should though, she's been so kind to you, patient, doing everything she can... It's unfair to give the silent treatment.

“Thank you.” You say when you're done eating, handing her the empty plate. The words still sound low and weak, and you don't feel as comfortable as you feel with Daryl. “For... For everything.”

Her lips break into a smile, bright and sweet. “You don't have to thank me. I'm happy to help.” Carol moves to hold your hand, but you're quick to move it away. “I'm sorry.”

“No, I just...” Looking down, you feel another tear rolling. “Sorry.”

“It's alright, honey. It's good to see you feel comfortable around Daryl.” The mention of his name warms your heart. “I've never seen him so protective of anyone.”

“Daryl is...” Your hero, your anchor. He's the only thing holding you up, keeping you from falling apart.

“I know. I can see it in your eyes.” Carol stands up, giving you one last glance before heading to the door. “And I see it in his eyes too.”

You're left alone again, with your thoughts and memories. Daryl only comes back a few hours later, telling you he had spoken to both Rick and Deanna, and your stay in Alexandria was allowed. He says they usually make a small gathering to welcome new residents, but it'll only happen when and if you want it. You don't. In fact, you don't think you can leave this house just yet. You haven't even left the room, just for a few minutes every morning, when the streets are empty to get some sunlight. Anything else doesn't feel safe.

Later that night, you're wide awake after a quick nap brought the memories back as nightmares. So you just lie there, facing the ceiling, in the dark, shaking like a leaf. Even though the silence, the walls, and blankets covering you, you feel unprotected, exposed, vulnerable.

“The morning is coming.” You tell yourself, whispering, barely hearing your own voice. The sun will come back, the darkness will vanish and... And you'll probably feel pretty much the same way. “The morning is–” You're cut short when you hear footsteps, quickly pushing yourself up, biting back a moan when your body hurts. But your whole body relaxes when you see Daryl walking by, through the open door. He stops when he sees you, confusion on his face.

“What are ya doin’ up?” He asks, stepping inside the room.

“I'm not sleeping.” You mumble, not sure if the answer makes much sense. “I don't sleep. Not much.”

“Why?” Daryl sits on the edge of the bed, and you lie back down, holding his hand as usual.

“Bad dreams.” You admit, your eyes on his. You can't see the blue in this darkness, but you don't have to. Feeling his stare is enough to calm you down, make you relax. “If you... If you stay here– If you sleep here I– Maybe I can...” The words get all confused, as you understand what you're asking of him. But you need him, you're suddenly aware. If he's here through the night, you'll feel safe. You'll be able to sleep, knowing he's around.

“Ya want me here?” Daryl says, his voice low as if he didn't want to disturb the night.

“Yes, but... If you don't want it's ok. I– I'm just...” Restless, you move a little, feeling stupid for asking Daryl such thing. But you need him so much. Tears start rolling down, so you look away, breathing fast.

“Alright, alright.” You feel when he starts moving, and you do the same, sliding to the side to give him space. “Careful.” He says as you push yourself up a little, heart beating fast at the sensation of having him here.

You're not thinking much, and when you use your left leg to push your weight up, you feel a sting and a sharp pain spreading through your leg. A groan leaves your lips at the same moment, and you wince in pain, freezing in place. You feel wetness on the wound, and you quickly push the blankets away, all air leaving your lungs when you see blood staining the white bandages.

“Calm down.” You hear Daryl's voice, but you're hyperventilating, the agony of the flesh wound reopened bringing tears to your eyes. “Carol!” He shouts, startling you a little. “Lemme see.”

You nod, lying back down as he moves the blankets away, his hands just brushing against your skin. “It's ripped.” You moan, trying not to move, despite how your body is shaking.

“What happened?” Carol gets here quickly, her eyes wide.

“Go get Denise.” Daryl's voice is urgent, and it sounds like an order. She doesn't say anything before bolting away. “You'll be alright. I'll remove the bandages, ‘s that ok?” With your eyes closed, you nod, barely feeling his fingers on your skin as the dressings are removed. Soon enough you feel the cold wind on your flesh. “Some stitches are ripped. Not all of them.”

You barely hear his voice above the agony, covering your face with both your hands. “It hurts.” You mutter, feeling stupid for stating the obvious.

“I know. Denise will–” He's still speaking when Denise comes in suddenly, saying something you can't understand.

She's soon working on your leg, applying local anesthesia before anything else. You're relieved when the pain starts to fade, but you can't look. You feel the blood flowing out, and if wasn't for Daryl holding you, you'd lose it.

As Denise stitches you up, you have your back on Daryl's chest, his arms encircling your waist. You try not to shake, not to move, but it's hard. The tears come flooding again, as the memories try to haunt you. “ ‘S alright, babygirl. You'll be alright.” Daryl says on your ear, and you close your eyes tight.

He stays even after Denise leaves, still holding you as you hold on to him. The silence is comfortable, safe, and you feel yourself slowly drifting off to sleep.

“How long have you carried me here?” You ask, voice low and weak.

“Four days.”

“Four days?” You move to look at him, but his grip gets tighter, holding you in place.

“Careful. Ya gotta move slowly.” Settling back into place, you nod. “I had my bike but I didn't think ya could hold on so I carried ya.”

“I'm sorry...” Whispering, you grab a handful of the fabric of his shirt. “It must have been exhausting.”

“Don't apologize. All the way I was prayin’ I wasn't bringin’ ya here just to bury ya.” His chest vibrates, moving up and down as he breathes.

“You kept me alive.” Taking a deep breath, you rub your hand on his chest, as if making sure he's really here. Your hero. You will never understand why he did that, or how much trouble he put himself through to get you here, to save you. “Your voice was the only thing calling me back into consciousness and... For so long I just wanted to die already but you... You made me want to try. To live.”

“And ya will live now. I promise ya, (Y/N).”

A small, quick smile comes to your lips. Even though it's gone too soon, it feels good to know you still that the capacity to do such a thing.

And it happens again, in the morning after, when you open your eyes to find Daryl still in the bed with you.

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[desiringparadise]

Hi, I know this gonna sound weird but I'm here thanks to A03, I read "It's A Terrible Love And I'm Walking With Spiders" again (idk why), Let me tell you something: It's fantastic. But I realized that you haven't update for four or five years, well I'm not gonna ask you to do it, that's in you, but I'd like to ask something, could you tell me what was the plan with tha fic, and how will it end, just a summary because I'm dying in my curiosity, well only few words left, so thanks and be careful

Omgggg thank you!!! It isn’t weird at all, I sometimes re-read old unfinished fics too because they stuck with me for some odd reason. I was at a bad mental space when I wrote this story and I feel like my issues manifested in the atmosphere of the story. Maybe readers can relate to some of it?

As to how the story was supposed to end. I didn’t remember and I actually had to look through my old notebook lol. I actually found the unfinished fifth chapter in my folders, so I’ll post it here.

Keep in mind that I wrote this in November 2016 and I never finished editing it. I didn’t post it because I was unsatisfied with the result. I’d rate it T/M.

Chapter 5

Miserable, Stiles focused on the silhouette of naked feet, his eyes never straying any higher. Luckily, the shower glass was milky, so even if he couldn’t have resisted satisfying his own curiosity, he wouldn’t actually have seen much.

After the Sheriff had left, Theo had asked to take a shower. Stiles had let him under the condition that the door would remain open and Theo under Stiles’ scrutiny. Under no circumstances would he have let the other boy roam around in his house without checking what he was up to. There were meds in the cupboard, something he wouldn’t risk leaving him alone with.

Unsurprisingly, Theo hadn’t objected. “Be my guest,” he’d said instead, an extra smarmy grin on his face.

That’s why Stiles was sitting against the wall, knees drawn to his chest while trying not to fall asleep. The sound of water spraying had become lulling white noise, making it hard to keep his eyes open. Maybe he should take some Adderall to shake off the drowsiness. It wasn’t like he would get any sleep tonight anyway. Not while knowing that Theo Raeken was under the same roof as him.

He was pulled out of his thoughts when the spray of water stopped, the shower door opened, and Theo stepped out without an ounce of hesitation. You’d think he’d at least pretend to be a little embarrassed about showing his naked body.

Not that Theo should be ashamed, Stiles realized. He had known before that the other boy was built, but the naked view of him - well, he couldn’t lie, it was a sight to behold. Perfect, unreal. The shoulders, the arms, the chest – everything about him was broad without being too bulky. His flawless skin only added to the look of a retouched Men’s Health cover shoot. Stiles felt entranced to follow his abs, down to the wonderfully defined V of his hips, before stopping himself. Yeah, he had just seen Theo’s dick, it had been kinda inevitable, but there was no reason to scrutinize it any further. None.

Quickly, he moved his gaze up to look at Theo’s face instead, the usual smirk somehow looking even more smarmy than usual.

“Like what you see?”

The question was so cliché, just like this whole goddamn scenario, that Stiles felt the desperate need to break the spell.

“I prefer chest hair.”

For the first time since Theo had arrived in Beacon Hills, he was dumbfounded. It left Stiles feeling satisfied, before his face froze, his heartbeat quickening. Did he just seriously tell Theo that he was interested in men? He resisted the urge to smack his palm against his face.

Theo did the unexpected and actually came up with an answer.

“I could let it grow, if you wanted me to.”

Stiles squinted. “What the hell would you do that for?”

Theo shrugged his broad shoulder, still unperturbed by his own nudity. “Just trying to win you over, that’s all.”

Stiles rolled his eyes, finally rising up and to look at Theo’s face and ignore everything that was going on below. “Well, your lack of chest hair wasn’t the deciding factor that kept me on the other side. Why don’t you put on a towel?”

“Don’t have one,” Theo answered with an innocent smile.

Stiles sighed and motioned for the other boy to follow as he walked to his room. When he opened the door, he felt uncomfortable letting a naked Theo into his personal space. Hurriedly, he drew the curtains and searched for a large towel in the cupboard. When he found one, he threw it over to Theo without sparing him another look.

“Can you borrow me some clothes?”

Stiles was inclined to say no, let Theo sleep in his uncomfortable jeans instead. There was something strange about giving Theo his clothes to wear. But he wasn’t sure when his father would return from the station. When the man arrived, he would go through the living room and see Theo who’d be sleeping on the coach.

He sighed and searched his closet for something that’d fit. Theo wasn’t taller, but much broader than him. (Un)fortunately, Stiles usually wore clothes that were a few sizes too big anyway. He found some sweats. He was painfully reminded that Theo wouldn’t be wearing underwear underneath. No way he’d be wearing those pants before washing them at least five times.

“Long or short sleeves?”

“Don’t need a shirt.”

Stiles frowned, pulling his too long sleeves even further down. “It’s freezing.”

Theo grinned. “I’m running hot. Want to see it for yourself?”

Stiles rolled his eyes and walked past him. “Whatever, I’ll be fixing you the coach.”

Theo followed him in an easy stride. He didn’t even seem a little uncomfortable to casually stroll through a stranger’s home without a shirt on. Completely relaxed, he sunk into the coach and watched Stiles as he spread clean sheets over the sofa.

“Do your parents know you’re staying over?” Stiles couldn’t even remember the Raekens’ faces anymore.

“Sent them a text.”

Stiles nodded, too tired to investigate any further.

.

Except he was unable to fall asleep. For about roughly an hour he had been tossing and turning, his anxiety back at it again although he had forewent his Adderall. Then, for a couple of minutes, he stayed still, not moving a muscle while waiting to hear any sounds come from downstairs.

But there was only silence.

About half an hour ago, his eyes started tearing up from exhaustion. It was annoying. He wasn’t really crying, but the stream of tears didn’t stop. Now his eyes were swollen and aching.

He was unable to come to rest. He took a deep breath. Maybe if he’d open the door and take a proper listen, he’d finally relax. Feeling ridiculous, left the warmth of his bed and softly padded towards his door. But he was only met with frustratingly familiar silence.

He sighed and returned to bed when- Wait, was that a sound? He froze and listened, eyes wide open as if waiting for an assault. Looking down, he noticed that he had stepped on a creaking floor board. The noise could have come from him. But what if it hadn’t?

He shook his head. He was being paranoid, utterly ridiculous… Yet, what if there had been something? He took a deep breath and held it, wanting his heart beat to slow. Okay, he’d go outside again, just this once, and take a look around house, and most importantly, check whether Theo was doing something sketchy.

He left his room, slowly descending the stairs. From here, Theo’s form was still, he seemed to be sleeping. Just to be sure, he told himself as he gradually closed the distance between them. He stopped just before the sofa and leaned down to inspect his face. His eyes were closed and his breathing was calm. Everything about him indicated to be asleep.

But the ugly voice of his paranoia ordered him to look more closely, check whether Theo wasn’t faking it.

Suddenly Theo’s eyes were wide open, an unnatural light shining in them. Stiles startled. He stumbled backwards, his feet hit agianst the coffee table, and he fell on his ass.

“Stiles?” Theo blinked, the strange light in his eyes gone. Had he imagined it? He must have, there was no other explanation for it. He was going crazy. “Why are you up? Did something happen?” His voice was groggy from asleep, but otherwise he seemed alert.

Stiles felt ridiculous. His thought process hadn’t made any sense to begin with, spoken out loud, they’d sound like he’d lost his mind. This paranoia, it wasn’t normal. He liked to tell himself that it was the Adderall, the ADHD, but when he was honest with himself, he knew it was him. He was fucking crazy. No wonder he didn’t have any friends, no wonder Erica had ditched him the first chance she got. He wouldn’t be his own friend either. There was nothing to gain from this cynical, insecure, anxious mess that he was.

His uneven breath catch in his throat, the last drop for his straying nerves. His mind collapsed in itself and he pathetically started to cry.

If Theo hadn’t been awake then, he probably was now. He stumbled out of the sheets and approached Stiles, putting both hands on his shoulders. His eyes were wide with concern. “Hey- hey, Stiles, come on. What happened? Did you hurt yourself?”

Stiles shook his head, his chest heaving with sobs. He was such a goddamn mess. The more he wanted to force himself to calm down, the more he worked himself up. The rational part of his mind told him that this wouldn’t pass until he calmed down. But he was too upset and Theo’s presence made everything worse. He wanted to crawl into a hole and wait till the panic was over.

But he knew that wasn’t possible. “I can’t sleep,” he managed to ground out between the ugly sniffing and sobbing.

“Did you have a nightmare?”

Stiles snorted, as if Theo’s suggestion had been completely ridiculous. Actually, it wasn’t that far off the truth though. He had nightmares, more often so recently. To some of them he woke up silently, heavily breathing, the panic constrained in his chest, but without a sound. Sometimes he screamed. But only his father knew that.

“No. I just – I can’t sleep with you here, not knowing what you’re doing.”

He expected Theo to be confused, demand an explanation, maybe even laugh. Instead he said, “I could go.”

“What?” He shook his head. “No.” How would he explain that to his father? He wouldn’t be able to stand another discussion with him about seeing a professional about his problems. Yes, he had problems, he knew that – but none some shrink could help him with. The only thing he had going for him was that he wasn’t labeled crazy by the public yet. “You’re staying,” he said with finality.

For a while, there was silence. Theo must be put off by Stiles acting like a freaking lunatic. Any normal person would’ve left by now. Hell, he would’ve ran out the house if the roles were reversed. Instead Theo asked, “Do you have any handcuffs?”

For a few seconds, Stiles didn’t say a word. But when he had finally gathered himself- “What the fuck?”

“Real ones,” the other boy recuperated nonchalantly.

“Why in the hell would you-“

“Because, obviously, I’m kinky, if you haven’t guessed it by now,” Theo answered rolling his eyes. Stiles wasn’t sure whether that had been a joke. “”You wanna sleep or what? Go get me some handcuffs.”

Normally, he wouldn’t have obeyed simply on principle, but he was curious where this would go. And as he rummaged through the drawer, where he knew his father kept a spare pair of handcuffs, he realized that the suffocating panic in his chest was gone.

“Now I’ll go outside and you hide the keys somewhere,” Theo ordered. Stiles wanted to question him, but before he could, Theo had already left the house, still shirtless in the cold night. Not knowing what else to do, Stiles went up to his room and hid the little key in his pill bottle.

When he opened the door for Theo to enter, he didn’t seem affected by the freezing weather. There weren’t even any goosebumps on his skin.

“All done?” Theo asked, the blue-green eyes open and honest. Stiles nodded.

Unceremoniously, Theo cuffed his own wrists together.

Stiles stared. “Okay… What is this about?”

The boy shook his wrist, the metal of the cuffs making clinking sounds. “See? I won’t be able to do much without you hearing. No need to worry about what I’m doing. So are we taking the bed or the couch?”

Stiles should be horrified, but frankly, the plan made sense. It could actually work. And really? It was some crazy shit that he would’ve come up with. The sort of solution that people would raise their brows at but that would actually work. “How do I know you won’t do anything to me while I sleep?”

Theo rolled his eyes. “Stiles, no offense, but if I wanted to harm you, I wouldn’t have to wait until you’re asleep. You’re not exactly what I’d call a physical challenge.”

Fair enough...

“There is no way we’d fit on the couch.”

.

Stiles had ordered Theo to lay on the side of the bed that faced the wall so that there would be no chance of leaving the bed without alerting Stiles. Theo was happy to lie on his side and watch the other boy’s peaceful face. For once, his breathing was even, but he was still twitching and moving in his sleep, restless, even in his most relaxed moments.

When they had first lain down, Theo had feigned sleep. He knew that Stiles wouldn’t have been able to calm down if Theo had openly watched him. Now though, he stare at him to his heart’s content. He’d watched Stiles without his knowledge before. There were some perfect angles from the outside from which you could see Stiles rummaging in the kitchen. Sometimes he forgot to draw the curtains and Theo could catch glimpses of his sleeping form.

But in never had been like this. Stiles, only an arm’s length away, the ever-present scent of anxiousness enveloping him.

He mumbled something in his sleep, tossed and turned and eventually scooted closer to Theo. It probably was due to Stiles’ weird sleeping positions and the unconscious urge to scoot towards warmth, but nonetheless, Thep was elated when the boy’s head almost touched his chest. He could feel his breath on his naked skin.

Theo wondered whether he could get away with stroking his hair, just running his fingers through the dark hair for once, but he refrained. He still was desperately trying to get Stiles to trust him.

At first glance, Stiles seemed like easy prey. He was isolated and defenseless. He should’ve soaked up all of Theo’s affections and begged for more. But Theo had underestimated him vastly. Stiles wasn’t playing hard to get, he simply was too smart to fall for something as simple as charm.

It only made Theo want him even more. Stiles would be the perfect person to stand by his side. Clever, loyal, and absolutely ruthless.

But he had to get Stiles to trust him first. The boy couldn’t see it yet, but once all circumstances molded to Theo’s wishes, Stiles would find himself in a much happier place. Theo just had to give him a nudge into the right direction and make him realize how much of a glorious team they could be under Theo’s rule.

His father was the only important person in Stile’s life. Eventually, Theo would insert himself as a part of his life. Stiles was his centre already, now he had to make himself Stiles’ centre.

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This is were this document ended. I think I planned to end this chapter at this point. I hadn’t planned the future chapters in every detail, but here’s how I planned for the story to roughly go:

Stiles and Theo were supposed to get closer, Theo eventually gaining Stiles’ trust and helping him over his issues with anxiety. They’d slowly become friends, but their relationship would always have a sexual undertone because it’d always been clear that Theo wanted to be more than friends. The sexual tension would escalate and they’d hook up and become an official item.

They would share a toxic dynamic. While Theo is devoted to Stiles, he’s also extremely controlling and possessive. He would watch Stiles, trying to keep constant tabs on what he was doing, going through his phone, getting pissed when Stiles was acting friendly with anyone. They would have big fights over this in which Theo would tell Stiles that he cares too much for him to just let him be.

While Stiles would know that this is an extremely unhealthy relationship that can’t end well, some part of him (the part that had been ignored by the people around him for all his life and was starving for a semblance of affection) loved that he was this important to Theo. And while his relationship was anything but normal, he liked that he got to experience something as normal as having a boyfriend, something he’d never envisioned before.

So they’d have fights, Theo would apologize with some grand gesture, and Stiles wouldn’t be able to stay mad (because some part of him wasn’t actually mad at all). This pattern would repeat itself.

Meanwhile, Scott and his friends would try to make Stiles see reason. By now, they would’ve noticed Theo’s and Stiles’ dynamic because of how explosive Theo can get in public once his jealousy is triggered. Stiles, however, can’t stand Scott and his friends to begin with. He thinks that nobody but his father and Theo, in his own twisted way, cares about him and that they’re only trying to provoke Theo through Stiles.

I don’t think the whole Dread-Doctors thing had been all the way revealed when I was plotting this, so they wouldn’t have been included in this story. But eventually, some danger would befall Beacon Hills again. Amidst everything, everyone’s supernatural identity would be revealed to Stiles. He’d feel vindicated to have his suspicions finally confirmed. He and Theo would work together on overcoming whatever enemy they’d be facing off against. 

At some point during all of this, Theo’s behaviour would escalate and would cause something disastrous to happen. Someone would be killed. Stiles can finally no longer ignore Theo’s issues as he fights his desire to stay with Theo against his morals. He’d tell Theo that they needed a break.

Theo would beg him not to break it off, promise to change, and confess his love. Though Stiles would know that Theo wouldn’t really change because of the numerous times he’s promised before, he’d be too moved by Theo’s confession to resist. Eventually, he’d decide be selfish and put his own wants before the needs of others. He’d decide that he’d rather have his toxic, obsessive, passionate relationship with Theo, than to return to the bleak void that he was in before Theo entered his life.

Eventually, they’d graduate and move away to live in some big city like L.A. or NYC. 

The End.

[miraculousenigma]

robonip asked:

Huey and Boyd decide to get their tv direction badges and just follow Gyro around coaching him about his role without bothering to explain

(DFKGJGKDHJ YEAH. He’s very confused, but they’re having fun so he doesn’t want to ruin it.

Also their ‘show’ is absolutely called ‘Boyd and Huey In The Morning’, you can’t tell me it’s not)

[wyrm-wolf]

Could you listen to I'm not supposed to love you anymore by Bryan White and write a sterek fic on that with a happy ending?

First of all how dare you, second of all HOW DARE YOU!! This hurt a lot! Third off all, this took me a while because my muse suddenly said ‘Let’s add a plot twist!!” Hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Angst, Feral Behavior

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Derek has only cried a few times in his entire life. Enough that he can count it all on one had. When his family was burned alive, Boyd was killed, getting married to Stiles and then getting his heart torn apart by Stiles.

Looking down at the photos taken on their wedding day, Derek feels like he’s on the verge of crying. He tosses them back into the shoebox and shoves that under his bed. Having the box under his bed isn’t the wisest choice. It feels like every time he walks into the room the box is haunting him; reminding him of the days when he was happy when things were better, when Stiles hadn’t… A tear slips down his cheek, and Derek rubs at his so furiously that his cheek starts going raw from the harsh rubbing. Standing up he leaves the room so he doesn’t get the urge to open up the box and pull out the shirt Derek stole. 

It’s pathetic.

He’s pathetic.

Keeping a shirt that Stiles use to wear all the time around the house, the human wore it so much his scent is practically ingrained in the piece of fabric. He should just throw it away. Maybe burn it. But the moment his fingers touch it he’s rendered useless, his wolf whines and howls for Stiles to come back. It makes him go insane with want and yearning. The feeling of being slowly buried alive. But Stiles isn’t coming back, he’s moved on with his life while Derek’s stuck in time. Like a dinosaur who walked right into a pt of tar and is slowly dying of starvation until they finally just drown in the pit. Stiles may have moved on, but Derek was stuck. He couldn’t move on. He was stuck still loving Stiles because they were-

They were-

He can’t even say the word without breaking down.

Sipping the now cold tea he left in the kitchen, Derek gets lost gazing out the window. After the divorce, Derek made himself vanish from everyone’s lives. He couldn’t go to pack meetings without thinking of Stiles, couldn’t talk to Scott or the Sheriff to help out with the most recent monster of the week without thinking of Stiles, infant he couldn’t be anywhere near or around Beacon Hills without thinking of Stiles. The pain was too much for him to handle. So he chucked his phone off a bridge, moved to some remote location in the woods and wolf his car. He just wanted to be alone after all that happened, living seemed too much for him so now he was here in his cabin. Stuck. Crystalized forever.

He’s not supposed to love Stiles anymore. 

Stiles made his peace after they divorced, after he broke Derek’s heart. No. That’s to light of a way to put it. Too gentle, makes it sound like what they had was a high school romance, but that’s not what it was at all. At least not too Derek. Stiles didn’t break his heart, he demolish-annihilated his heart. There was nothing to pick up once Stiles had slaughtered him, and he woke up to an aching gap in his chest. When Derek thought too hard about the ache he thought about the last conversation he had with stiles before vanishing.

They had been sitting in the house they had bought together, signing the divorce papers. Derek struggling to even finish writing his name as his hands trembled with hot white anger. When he finished with the last paper, Derek had thrown the pen across the room watching the thing shatter against the wall, ink splattering against the tan wall.

“Dude! We still have to sell this thing, don’t damage it.” Stiles snapped at him.

“We? There is no ‘we’ anymore Stiles. I don’t care about the damage. It’s yours. Everything’s yours. Just take it all with you, or throw it away, it’s not like it matters to you anymore.”

Sighing, Stiles reached out to place a hand on Derek’s shoulder, only for the werewolf to recoil from he touch. If Stiles had touched him he wouldn’t have fought anymore, he would have folded in half and break down right in front of the human. Stiles made him weak. He made him human. But apparently Stiles didn’t seem to care about any of that, now did he?

 “You were the only person I could trust, Stiles.” Derek growled half heartedly, the anger burned inside him but the pain wasn’t easy to ignore. The wolf inside of him felt like it was tearing his insides apart, leaving him wide open. He left after that, slamming the door hard enough he could hear the wood shake beneath his fury. 

Sighing, Derek set the tea down and looked over to the couch where it was stacked with chains to hold him.

It was the full moon tonight and Derek didn’t know if he could hold the wolf back anymore. Last full moon he almost lost himself too the animal, but now as the moon begins to rise he thinks, ‘Would it really be so bad?’

He’d be ok with loosing himself. Stiles would have been dissappointed in him for giving up, but Stiles isn’t here anymore. Stiles doesn’t care anymore. This time when the moon rises, Derek lets the animal loose. He goes feral, claws and teeth shredding his last bit of humanity as he cries to the moon. Being a wolf is freeing; the ache is still there but he doesn’t think about it as much, can’t think of it was much when all the wolf want’s to do is run and hunt. So he let’s himself get lost, he forgets his life as a human, he forgets his name.

But most importantly he forgets Stiles.

~~

3 Weeks Later

The Wolf smells something strange in his territory. It growls and snaps at the air when it’s nose picks up the scent too close to his den. The wolf does not remember much. It thinks it had a name, or perhaps lived somewhere else. But the wolf knows that if he tries to remember that bad-pain-ache-hurt-no comes back and the wolf does not enjoy the unfamiliar ache in its chest. It growls and tracks the scent hoping to scare off whatever is rummaging in his den. When the wolf gets a few feet from its den it growls sharper when it smells another wolf, ‘bad smell’ the wolf thinks to itself. Not good.

The rummaging stops and then a two legged creature comes running out of the wolfs den. He has seen these weird things before, the two legs are tall but easy to scare once they see him, so he snarls and snaps. But the two leg does not run. Instead it shouts and makes strange noises the wolf does not understand. A noise catches his attention and he snaps his head to the side to bare teeth at the other wolf, strange-wolf-who-walks-on-two-legs seems confused by his warming and tries to flash red eyes. They seem familiar to the wolf, but the strange-Alpha-two-leg doesn’t deter his hackles from rising, he has no pack-at least not one he remembers.

Loud-two-leg takes a step closer which get Alpha-two-leg to make a noise that sounds like a warning. But Loud-two-leg is either braver than it looks or stupider. The wolf gets ready to pounce and maul the two leg when he catches wind of the scent.

It makes his body freeze up because he knows that scene. The wolf sleeps on a soft bedding made from that scent. That scent brings along bad-ache-pain and makes him feel weak and upset, but this same smell makes him feel things too hard to comprehend as a wolf.

“Derek? Derek are you in there? Give me a sign, please, anything?” Loud-two-leg says to him, the wolf understands simple words and the sound it makes brings back that ache.

The wolf whines when Loud-two-leg gets closer, he can’t fight back, all his instincts scream at him to lick two-legs face or bury himself against that scent. So he does neither and watches as the Loud-two-leg gets closer and closer, a strangely flawed hand reaches out and when he thinks he’s about to be attacked the wolf is frozen when the hands are gentle to touch. 

Hands.

Yes. That’s what they’re called.

Loud-two-leg continues to gently pet and caress the wolf until his hackles have lowered and he’s found himself pressing closer into that touch. When Alpha-two-leg tries to step closer he snaps and snarls, pushing Loud-two-leg behind him so he can protect that good-ache-smell. Loud-two-leg squawks and makes another sound that sounds like a wolf pup yipping. Maybe Alpha-two-leg and Loud-two-leg are packmates, but the wolf does not care, Loud-two-leg is his! 

Alpha-two-leg walks away after exchanging strange sounds with Loud-two-leg and all the wolf can think is, ‘Good riddance.’ He waits for a time until he’s sure the other wolf is gone before whipping around to push Loud-two-leg down on the ground and roll their scents together. Loud-two-leg huffs and says something but again the wolf does not understand the strange noises Loud-two-leg is making but he feels comforted by them and presses his muzzle against the two legs throat to comfort it. The two leg sighs, a hand reaching up to scratch at the wolf’s fur while continuing to make the noises. The wolf ignores the sounds enough that they become a buzzing sound to him, like when he listens to the woods at night and only hears the chirping crickets, the owls hooting and some of the nocturnal animals moving about.

“Derek.”

The wolf startles at the noise-no, the name. The wolf knows it was something other long ago, once it even understood the noises Loud-two-leg are making right now, but that one word strikes a chord. It makes him…remember…That aching feeling comes back and the wolf-Derek-wolf-Derek-it hurts! He snarls and jumps off Loud-two-leg-smell-good as he feels his skin begin to crawl, bones creaking and his teeth grinding in pain. When his body is done shifting and changing the wolf-Derek; his name is Derek and he…

Derek growls, blue eyes flashing at Stiles who is still sitting on the ground with his mouth open like a fish out of water, “What are you doing here. Haven’t you hurt me enough. I was just fine-“

“Fine? Holy shit, Derek, the little cabin you ‘lived’ in is in ruins. I had to track you by your car-which you sold three towns over, and then Scott heard something about a wolf living out here. He followed your scent to this shit hole, and when we find you your feral! Derek you didn’t even know who I was-how long-how long have you been out here likes this?”

“Does it matter?”

Stiles glares, “Of course it do-“

“Does it?” He snaps, claws extending and fangs begging to drop. Derek knows he would never harm Stiles, but he can’t stand being around him for long or else he becomes human again. “You wanted the divorce re-“

“Derek! That wasn’t me!”

What?

“What?”

Scrubbing at his face, Stiles breathes out through his nose before explaining, “A shaman kidnapped me when I was coming home work and kind of Harry Pottered us by making something that was like polyjuice, and was living as me for months. And then Peter came by after hearing we divorced to kill me, which ended up being how the pack found out it wasn’t me when he found the man changing from me to himself. He was trying to destroy our pack, and almost did until Peter came.” Stiles huffs, “I’m actually-and don’t tell him this, or I’ll ban sex forever-but I’m actually really grateful he came to kill other me when he thought we divorced.”

“How long?” He grits his teeth, “How long has he been you, did you-“

“Derek, if I really wanted a divorce would I have spent the last week spending every second of the day looking for you? Would I have dropped everything all together the moment I heard what the shaman did to you-to us? Just to come here and find you-”

Without waiting for Stiles to continue Derek leaps at the man, teeth clacking as they kiss, Stiles making a noise that goes from startled to pleasure when Derek swipes his tongue against the inside of his mouth. They lay like that for a while just kissing and touch, Derek’s primal need to rub his scent all over Stiles until those other strange scents aren’t driving him crazy, or Stiles just running his fingers through Derek’s too long beard and commenting how the werewolf could be the next Tarzan. They’re interrupted when Scott comes back and chokes as he sees Derek shoving his tongue down Stiles throat, “Seriously guys? Can we go now?”

“Fine. Fine.” Stiles mentions off handedly, before pointing a finger at Derek, “When we get back home we’re having so much sex. I mean all the sex.”

“Ok, Stiles.” Derek grins, stopping as he follows them back to the car to run back to the house and pull out the shoebox that he kept. He sighed in relief when he found all the contents still inside and intact. When Stiles raised a questioning eyebrow at him, Derek opened the box to show him the wedding ring and photos he kept.

“God, you massive sap. I love you so much.” Stiles tells him, tears in his eyes.

[obsessivestar]

Steamy Love (A Tom Hiddleston x Reader LEMON) Part 26:~Sinful Senses~

Summary: After all that teasing, you both have frustrations you need to let out.

Warnings: Pure Lemon Chapter! Slight Degredation.

Read it on my Wattpad: Wattpad.com/HiddlesStar

Word count: 1'704

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Tom kept you up against the wall as he pulled you into a deep kiss, making sure you legs were around his waist as he held you. You wrapped your arms around his neck when you felt him pull you back, carrying you off into the bedroom. He had you in bed in seconds, pinning you down like a hungry beast, his normally kind eyes growing darker, looking right through you. You felt your heartbeat in your chest pick up, feeling Tom pant as he pressed up against you. He felt so hard, yet restricted in his trousers. Everything you had done has affected him and has lead up to this. You don't expect him to give you any breaks.

He was quick to get your clothes off. You could hear the little impatient growls in his panting as he worked at getting your pants off, tossing them aside, along with your panties. He couldn't even think about teasing you right now. He needed all of you. You could feel the heat rise in between your thighs. God, you were already soaked because of all the things you had been doing to get his attention, and it seemed like it would pay off.

"You wish to tease me, mm?.." Tom purred, pushing two of his fingers into your entrance. You practically soaked up his fingers immedietly, even more so when he started thrusting them inside you.

"Oh my god!--" You flinched with a moan, seeing him watching his fingers moved. He loved watching the things he does to you.

"Already soaking up my fingers.." Tom snickered, pulling his fingers out to taste what you had left on them. He let out a moan from the taste. "M-My god, y-you taste amazing.." He spoke with a breathy voice before immedietly moving in between your open legs. "I need more.."

"T-Tom--" You managed to whimper before you'd feel his tongue in between your folds, making you flinch and moan our suddenly. He worked his tongue along your sensitive clit slowly at first, moaning as he savoured the sweet taste that came from you. He pushed his fingers back into your entrance, pumping them in and out when he wanted to get more out of you.

At this point, you were absolutely soaked, a panting and moaning mess as he worked at your entire core, his fingers thrusting in and out of you, making your essence spread all over his fingers, his tongue, and even some slipping to the bedsheets below.

"I-I'm obsessed with the taste of your cum.." Tom pulled back for a brief moment to moan before leaning back in, suckling along your inner folds, toying with your clit more and more, stimulating all the right spots to send you over the edge in no time. You moaned out and shuddered below him as you came, even moving your hips slightly up with his tongue movements to get every last feeling from that high. You felt your thighs and your core become sensitive after such a release, panting up at Tom with a needy gaze. He returned up to you, now at eye level.

"What do you need, m-my love?.." He asked, gazing down at you with his darkened blue eyes. You could tell he was about to lose his mind if he wasn't inside you, soon.

"J-Just you.." You admitted with a quiet little moan, looking over him some before sitting up to help him out of his clothes. You helped him get his shirt off, getting to feel his bare chest after so much teasing. You kissed along his skin as he worked at getting his pants off, hearing him pant from your touches. You gripped his boxer briefs and pulled them down to expose his length, which stuck up rather perfectly.

You got him to lay down on his back, leaning on his elbows so he could sit up slightly and watch you. You crawled down a little, his length practically all up in your face. You licked up his shaft without hesitation, seeing him flinch and let out a soft moan. Watching you use his length in such a way was electrifying for him. It awakened something dark in him. His eyes only grew darker as you pushed the length into your mouth, bobbing your head at a steady pace. You didn't want to gag, at least not right away. Tom watched as you worked his length, feeling the pleasure sparks on his hip, placing a hand on your head to push you further. He wanted you to choke on his length for all the teasing you've done, but he also loves watching the struggle of you trying to keep everything together. He moaned hearing you gag, snickering as he pushed you down enough for your nose to touch his abdomen. He let you pull back a little bit after hearing you gag, letting out a dark snicker. "Can't take it?.." He teased, watching as you pulled back completely.

"I-I'm desperate to have it inside me.." You admitted with a shaky moan, getting a mischievous smile from Tom. He grabbed you by the neck and pinned you back down on your back, gazing down at you with that smile. You brought both of your hands to hold his arm, blushing heavily as he gave a light squeeze. You tensed up as he squeezed your throat, the helplessness of the situation just making you even more aroused. You spread your legs for him and let out a quiet whimper, feeling him let go of your throat for a moment to align himself properly.

He slid his throbbing length along your sensitive slit, getting a little whine from you.

"So bloody needy.." Tom grinned, suddenly pushing into you with a harsh thrust. You flinched and let out a moan, his length filling up your entrance perfectly with your walls tightening around his shaft. Soon, he began moving his hips against yours, not even giving it a second thought as he went at his own rough pace.

"I-I'm needy! I need you!" You moaned out as he began to move inside you, gripping the bedsheets below you as your hips smacked together. The way his length slid in and out so roughly made you throb, your walls only tightening around his now soaked shaft. Tom didn't hold back any moans, letting everything out freely just for you to hear. You've really been the only woman to ever hear him sound so pleased with a nice fuck like this. Every other woman he's been with before can't even amount to how amazing the sex is with you. It's always mind blowing.

"Take it, fucking take it.." Tom growled, moving his hips even faster against yours as he felt his length throb. He gripped your throat once again, pressing down on it to keep you pinned beneath him. The weight just added to the pleasure, making you roll your eyes back slightly and close your eyes, feeling him slam into you over and over. His pace quickened more and more, a grunt leaving him everytime your skin collided. He closed his own eyes, loud and deep moans spilling out of him. He couldn't control himself at all. He was so focused on this heated moment, anything could slip out at this point.

"Fuck! T-Tom! Oh my god!.." You moaned out, leaning your head back against the pillow.

"Yeah, you like this cock? You like that, you little minx?" Tom spoke in a deep tone, lowering down slightly to speak closer to your ear. "You fucking take it. Take this nice cock like a good little tool."

God, hearing such a degrading name from someone as gentle as him was even more arousing.

"I love it! I love your cock!" You moaned out, nearly starting to yell. He just worked inside your body so well. You couldn't imagine being able to stay quiet if you had to do this with other people around. "Fuck! Fuck me! Fuck me up!"

Tom snickered, moving his hips faster and faster. "You loved to be used, don't you?" He asked in a dark purr "That's why you wanted to get my attention. You wanted to be used. You're desperate to be used.."

You couldn't even get coherent words out at this point, just stuck as a complete moaning and whimpering mess as he bucked his hips up into yours over and over again, your skin smacking together roughly. You could already feel that tension in your stomach begin to build up, that queasiness getting stronger and stronger. Before you could even say anything, a loud moan escaped you, your whole body shaking as you climaxed below him, his thrusts helping you ride out such an intense feeling. It vibrated through your whole body for quite a moment, the high dropping momentarily before you'd feel him finish inside you, his grip tightening around your throat as his essence spilled inside you, filling you up nice and warmly.

He tensed up against you, your eyes rolling back a little before he'd finally let go of your throat, making you take a deep breath with soft pants following after. He pulled out, your mixed essences completely coating his length. All that was left of his seed slowly seeped out of you. You could feel it, but felt too embarrassed to look.

Tom looked, though, blushing as you saw him smiling.

"We make such a mess, (Y/N).." He purred, getting a tissue to clean his length before finally laying down next to you. You shivered some, curling up until he'd lay down. He chuckled a bit when he saw how tired you appeared to be, pulling you into his chest to cuddle with you.

"Sounds like I broke you.." Tom smiled. Even during the aftermath, you were panting too much to get even a single word out, making Tom chuckle again. "Darling, get some rest. You deserve it.."

You nuzzled Tom's chest, letting out a shaky whine as you closed your eyes, feeling the soreness in your thighs and lower stomach. He pierced in so deep this time.

You'd definitely feel it in the morning.