#Wrong scent

[holylulusworld]

Wrong scent

Summary: You’re beta and Dean is scared of hurting you. Right?

Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Beta!Reader

Characters: Sam Winchester

Warnings: angst, mentions of rejection, a/b/o, Sam being a good friend

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“You okay?” Sam softly asks. “Do you want to go back home? I’m a little tired from the last hunt.”

“This is all wrong,” you huff, and shake your head. “Why can’t I be omega? Why, Sammy? I feel drawn to him, and all.” Dean’s rejection is stabbing you like a knife once again. You can barely hold yourself together watching the alpha you love flirt with yet another omega. “Biology sucks.”

“Let’s go home,” wrapping his arm around your shoulders is all Sam can do to offer comfort. “You shouldn’t torture yourself watching him leave with her.”

“You’re right. I should stop hurting myself,” sniffling you glance at your shoes. Simple boots, nothing special. So, unlike the heels, the omega he chose over you wears. “

“It’s unhealthy,” Sam points out. “You are already coming down at the seams, Y/N. Sometimes I got the feeling you are so reckless on hunts to replace the pain in your heart with a different kind of pain.”

“Maybe I do,” you sheepishly admit. “When it gets too much, I need something to distract myself. It’s stupid, I know.”

“No, no…I get it, Y/N. After Jess died I threw myself into every hunt I found. And when I lost Dean for the first time, I went rampant. I killed monster after monster, always looking for the chance to get killed to end my pain.”

“Sammy…I,” you take a deep breath and close your eyes for a moment. “We should go home now. I need to lick another wound.”

“Better?” Sam asks as he watches you snuggle into his pillow. He didn’t want to leave you alone tonight, so he brought you to his room and offered comfort in a comfortless world once again. “Do you need anything else? Maybe you want another blanket.”

“I’m good,” you sigh deeply. The last thing you wanted to do was worry your friend. Now you feel guilty for occupying half of his bed. “Thank you for being such a good friend.”

“We are having a sleepover, is all,” the tall hunter shrugs. “Not a big deal. I would’ve spent my night watching another show or movie. We can just do it together.”

“What do we want to watch?” you watch Sam sit on the bed next to you. He leans his back against the headboard and stretches his long legs out.

“You can choose,” Sam offers the remote control to you. “You’re in control tonight, Y/N.”

“YAY!” You giggle. “Don’t worry, I won’t watch porn with you around, Sammy.”

He chuckles. “I know. You’re not my brother. He has no shame sometimes. What I heard and saw him watch…” Sam shudders.

“How about we watch my favorite movie and yours?”

“Good plan.”

“Morning Sammy,” Dean strolls into the kitchen. “Why did you leave the bar without me? I wanted to go home and you two were just gone.”

“I thought you were busy chatting that girl up,” Sam shrugs. “It was our cue to leave. We didn’t want to be in the way. Y/N didn’t want to be in the way.”

“Y/N?” Dean cocks his head as you walk inside the kitchen, wearing one of Sam’s flannels. It reaches your shin, and you look ridiculous in the too big shirt. “Why is she wearing your shirt?”

“She is here too,” you huff. “Sammy and I had a sleepover last night. We watched movies, ate junk food, and had fun. Anything else you want to talk about this morning, Dean?”

You grab a mug and pour yourself a cup of coffee. “I-no,” Dean watches you stand next to him as you try so hard to ignore his closeness. “What did you watch, sweetheart?”

“Sam’s favorite movie and mine,” you busy yourself with your cornflakes as Dean moves a little closer to glance at your breakfast. “Don’t worry, we didn’t do anything forbidden.”

“Forbidden?” he furrows his brows. “What do you mean?”

“I don’t know,” you snip. “A beta and an alpha alone, on a bed. You never know what happens if we do not follow the rules biology forces on us.”

“Rules…bio—what?” Dean grumbles. He steps closer again to sniff at you. “You smell wrong…your scent is wrong. I don’t like it. You cannot smell like my brother.”

“OH, sweetheart,” you dip your head to look at Dean, “I can smell like I want to. If I want to rub your brother’s scent or any other guy’s scent into my skin I’m allowed to do so. As far as I remember,” you grab your bowl with cornflakes and your coffee, “you were the one rejecting me…”

“What? I—” the alpha follows you outside of the kitchen, muttering under his breath as you make your way toward the library to eat your breakfast. “Dean cave, right now!”

“Yeah…no. How about you take that pretty little omega you met last night to your Dean cave? I have better plans for today. Sammy and I will have another sleepover.”

“You and my brother want to have another sleepover?” his voice just got impossibly lower. “No—no! If you are having a sleepover it’s with me, at the Dean cave. I got the better snacks too.”

“Well, I prefer Sam’s company,” you snap at Dean. “He doesn’t judge me because of my presentation. Sam doesn’t care that I’m only a beta.”

“You’re not only a beta but…” Dean sighs deeply. “I don’t want to hurt you, sweetheart. You and I, this would never work out. You know that.”

“Rowena said she can help me,” you rather glance at the bowl in your hand but Dean. “You know…with my presentation.”

“What are you talking about, Y/N?”

“I always wanted to know how it feels to be omega. She knows a spell to turn me into an omega. A pity you won’t be the alpha I’ll choose…”

>> Part 2

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[obsob]

oooooooooough i love you i love you i love you!!!! hand in loving hand !!!!!!

[everytimewetouch-dot-mp3]

svsss disciple au where normal human sy transmigrates into the hit omegaverse stallion novel PIDW, as…an omega disciple in the same year as binghe.

like there’s nothing wrong with being an omega. obviously. that’s sexist or something, right? being an omega is totally fine and normal, it’s just— why couldn’t he be a beta? like he knew there was no chance of him being an alpha, not when he’s basically a self-insert side character in binghe’s story. but he could’ve been normal at least.

instead, he’s got to deal with this weird obsession with the way people smell, and he feels itchy when he doesn’t have enough pillows to sleep with, and he’s eventually gonna go into heat, and it’s all a bit much, okay?!

plus… he lost some jewels in the transmigration. important ones between his legs… and it’s not like he was hung in his first life or anything, but his dick was definitely bigger at this age in his first life. this thing is like, tiny. and now he’s got this stupid hole that leaks WAY MORE than pidw ever said it would. airplane made it sound like it only did that right before binghe and some omega got down to papapa, but he keeps finding his inner clothes uncomfortably damp when it’s time to bathe.

…and sometimes around binghe, it just gets worse. binghe smells better than anything in the world—like milk bread and the first light of morning and the relief of finally finding something you’ve been missing for ages. nobody else smells like that. like coming back home from the road after months, years away. usually, that scent is a warm comfort like nothing else, but sometimes it turns hot, and sy feels his face go hot, and his breath goes a little shallow, and then the leaking between his legs gets so much worse.

isn’t all this a touch too much suffering for one poor transmigrator? it really isn’t fair at all, and sy curses airplane’s name into the dirt every time it happens.

[on-a-lucky-tide]

[puppetmaster13u]

I was reminded of a Thing from the reblogs on the Mermay 03 Prompt

Very similar vibes. But with platonic omegaverse, and dragons. Gotham? Already cursed to hell and back. But then another curse was formed via the museum bringing in this strange statue. That of course got stolen because solid crystal and gold. Then got broken, split in half. And oop. New Curse.

Now before I get into the curse, lemme explain the omegaverse side of things. Everyone is born a secondary gender labeled Alpha, Omega, or Beta. There's also medical conditions where one is neither, usually a mix of genetic and hormonal issues. Gotham however, is Weird. They have no set scent according to Outsiders. Really? They can shift and switch (Yes there's a large LGTBQ percentage in the population) at will. It can take months for someone new to the city, but those that have been there for a few generations can do it in hours. For those like the Waynes or other founders who have been there since the beginning of the city? Minutes. It's more than a little unnerving to Outsiders who are used to things staying the same.

But that curse (or blessing as others call it) mixed with the new dragon one. See, they can all change into draconic form, and do their best to keep that secret. But they also have different forms depending on the secondary sex they are at that time.

@f4nd0m-fun & @golden-buddle idk if u'd be interested in this but-

[blood-orange-juice]

Ok, we now have Emilie drip marketing and either Hoyo authors have never talked to a perfumer in their life or we are in for a surprise.

All the classic perfumes became classic because of masterful usage of "dated, decayed, and decrepit".

Two legendary Guerlain scents, Shalimar and Mitsouko had profoundly unpleasant notes in their original compositions. Shalimar used civet musk which smells of honey and manure. Mitsouko is nicer but it's an overdose of bitter: moss, tarragon, cloves, they balance the overly sweet and "feminine" jasmine and peach. I think civet too. Hidden nastiness was what made those shine.

Flowers are weird by themselves as well. Gardenias have a mushroom note, lilies smell of salami, jasmine and neroli turn into ghost flowers without a molecule called indole which pretty much smells of cat shit. Tuberoses smell of skin and metal and raw meat.

And then there's ambergris. Ambergris is more or less whale vomit and it smells appropriately. In small doses it makes flowers "fluorescent", so in the age of natural perfumery it was used as a modifier.

(a fact you didn't want to know: a good perfumer usually has a collection of tinctures of whale vomit of different colour)

A common pastime of a group of perfumers who gathered together is to gush over a vial of something that smells like rotting mussels with a bit of sugar.

So, uhm, I hope Emilie is a little freak who goes on tangents about how the scent of dried blood combines perfectly with incense, or how the brass scents of Meropide and damp mustiness call for moss and daffodil absolute and yellow roses.

[nepthys-merenset]

reading Remy stories makes me feel like my sense of smell is seriously underdeveloped. all of her MCs are running around like "oh this person smells like grapefruit and vetiver, this person smells like powdery blueberries, this person smells like tart pomegranates!" and meanwhile i'm over here like "this person smells good. this person smells bad."

[not-poignant]

👀 may we sneak a peek at that scent masterlist...?

Sure! I don't have every character worked out yet but here we go (no betas mentioned because betas don't have scents in the same way):

Peak Alphas

Augus Each Uisge - Torn leaves and fresh water.

Crielle ferch Fnwy - Gardenias and blood.

Gary Konowalous - While drinking heavily each night, he has a strong overlay of red wine tannins, with a base scent of wood or wood shavings. When he scales back on the red wine, the woodsy scent rises up.

Gwyn ap Nudd - Brittle, bright, like melting metal.

Temsen Ohlo Ohlo - Green and astringent. It's more grassy.

Alphas

Anton Valenosk - 'Warming,' or like warming spices, like spice cake.

Caleb Crawford - Caleb's scent is earthy and clove-like with occasional glittery spikes, almost like the sensation of poprocks.

Christian Smythe - Woodsy and soft, and gently appealing.

Eran Iliakambar - Faint charcoal, earthy, occasional flashes of neroli.

James Visser - A richly green forest floor, with faint top notes of citrus.

Janusz Bodanowicz - A little metallic, with overtones of sharp fruits, like berries or currants.

Kadek Setiawan - Tea tree

Michael Henton - Apple and pear. It's not an overbearing scent.

Omegas

Alois Flitmouse - Faint and astringent, a little like black tea. Once he starts having healthy heats again, it turns sweeter and warmer, and Anton compares it to mead.

Efnisien ap Wledig - Extremely non-distinct (usually just 'chemicals') while dosed on all the drugs Crielle gave him. As he becomes healthier at Hillview, a distinctive scent appears which is oceanic, and makes people think of the sea. Many people don't realise it's him.

Lucien Beaumont - Lush and creamy, hints of tonka.

Mosk Manytrees - Astringent and tangy.

Nate Prince - Mild and fresh, like rain. It's very subtle, but can feel smell like a storm when he's stressed.

[sinnbaddie]

Konoha 11 thinking Kakashi and Gai’s new matching necklaces are so cute and Kiba being the only one who knows what they really mean and being so embarrassed

[ratatatastic]

lmaoooo maffhew wanting the knot immediately and having to wait for sasha to catch up with that is so deeply funny like. this omega is not subtle and you’re not a stupid alpha babe! can only imagine what benny has to say to maffhew about it once he catches on and stops banging his head against a wall

idiots to lovers is always great but especially when its two people who would be hitched with 10 kids by now if they stopped being dumb for a single second like its that easy and yet...

to me they very much fall around the same time (infatuation at first scent if you will) just that sasha takes some time to get there not because he's dumb (okay he's a little dumb) but in the sense that its like "this person is very interested in me, i can see and recognise that but theres so much cognitive dissonance in my brain right now between knowing that intrinsically and finding that hard to believe so i unintentionally play dumb because obviously i'm reading too much into things it cant be me they're interested in haha that'd crazy but they're being awfully touchy and flirty with me wow"

but also it takes two to tango and we have to acknowledge that and this is when i would love to bring up the ways in which this man decides is the best way to go about that because he is a catholic school girlie... there's so much hilarity to be had here especially because his flirting is very uh how you say... a little ass backwards if you will especially considering dynamics

"I make it a point to keep the door closed when we're alone in a room together! That's basically a clear invitation that I'm down to fuck!!! Im basically asking to be ragdolled on his knot!!!"

and Benny just pinches the bridge of his nose like "I don't know how to explain to you in a way you'll understand that not everyone went to Catholic school."

But saying that Sasha does side-eye the door knob heavily when Maffhew goes over to close it the first time and he starts sweating like he just got dragged into a game of 7 Minutes in Heaven he did not sign up for and he's 13 again and oh god he got paired with a really cute girl, and he hasn't even had his first real kiss yet and-

And then absolutely nothing happens because Maffhew is just waiting with a polite expectant smile (because his work here is done, he did the heavy lifting know it's Sasha's turn) and this is when Sasha's dynamic classes training kicks in and he basically scolds himself for even assuming in the first place because this is clearly a show of trust (correct) not an invitation for extra circular activities (incorrect buzzer noise) and it basically becomes "This Omega really trusts me, I'm honoured especially as Pack Leader that I'm able to be so accepted into such a private space with the inherent knowledge that I will not encroach their boundaries whatsoever because consent is verbal, this is not in any way an invitation to take advantage of them this is deep platonic trust I will guard with my life :]"

and if you listen closely you can hear the lovely sounds of Maffhew bashing his head into a wall about how much of a gentleman Sasha is but also COME ONNNNNN... you know... once Maffhew realises what's happening which (looks at my watch) is not due for another few months really

Battle of wills: unstoppable force (maffhews catholic school understanding of dynamic interactions) vs immovable object (overseas alpha cotillion classes)

And if you think it's an Oh! An overseas dynamic thing! It's not. The Euros are watching the horrible car crash in front of them and doing absolutely nothing about it because it's none of their business, but they will stare at it... maybe judge it a bit but definitely are observing from the tall grass.

and I'm also not saying that luosty lundy forsy and bobby have a current running bet of how long it'll take for maffhew to break sasha in but i'm also not not saying that... luosty goaded lundy in the midst of a gossip session ("It has to be 3 months, right?) forsy happened to be around so lundy turned to him for advice ("7 months.") and maybeeee bobby overheard from all the way over from his stall and puts in his two cents for what it's worth ("6. Captain nice but not that nice. Very impatient." "So 3!" "No. Impatience makes him double the time, and wait longer. 6 months.") (lundy finally settles on a good 5 months because he's indecisive)

And Sasha does eventually pick up everything maffhew is throwing down... eventually... and when he does it becomes more so I want to court this omega the way they deserve I will take this slow and romance them sweetly :) *smash cut to maffhew caterwauling like a cat in heat*

but also once again its not like maffhew is helping sasha in any way this is idiot4idiot and benny would like to enjoy the car crash with the euros but unfortunately that's his soulmate, thats his bestie, his littermate from birth who has been weaned on the same teat as they climbed over each other to get to it, the first girl you kissed in your childhood bedroom because somehow you started play fighting on the bed because she was like i could totally pin you down easy and then she does and you always noticed how beautiful she was but shes even more gorgeous when she's pinning your wrists to your hannnah montana duvet you promised yourself youd changed out before she came over but you forget and well she teased you about it and you cant help but giggle about how perfect this all is and it seems that the natural conclusion to this is to taste the strawberry lipgloss of her lips because whats a kiss between besties huh its tacky and sticky and it tastes like summer and just other apt metaphors to put here about the inherent -isms of their relationship that i nearly cant put to words properly other than girls having fun (they are fucking)

and well anyways benny is watching and he has a lot of things to say about how its been proceeding so far

"You should really use your words."

"I am!"

"Right because smelling like a fucking perfume shop in the middle of October is using your words."

"This usually works with most Alphas okay!"

"Sasha isn't most Alphas."

"Tell me about it." Matthew grouses before he peeks over to Sam, looking up from beneath his eyelashes—the exact way he knows both endears him to Sam but also absolutely miffs him all the same, "Worked on you, didn't it?"

"Oh, is that what we're doing right now? We're calling getting a lapful of a preening O in preheat in the middle of a roadie a normal way to go about these things."

"It worked didn't it?" Matthew reiterates.

"It would work better if you use—"

"Okay! Alright!! I get it!!!" He does not.

like benny here is unfortunately an active listening participant in the going ons of the fuckery if not because hes involved by proxy because of maffhew because who else will hold his hair back as he calls him a dumb bitch you know

[holylulusworld]

Wrong scent (3)

Summary: You’re beta and Dean is scared of hurting you. Right?

Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader

Characters: Rowena, Sam Winchester

Warnings: angst, mentions of rejection, a/b/o, scenting, true mates, possessive alpha, slick, mating, smut, unprotected sex (wrap it before…you know the drill), knotting, Dean has a big dick, a little crack, unintended voyeurism, Rowena is a little perv

<< Part 2

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“Fuck, you smell like the most delicious thing I’ve ever smelled in my whole life,” Dean tugs at your clothing. He growls and purrs while unbuttoning your pants. “I’m gonna make you mine.”

He smirks as you watch him shove your pants down your legs. “Dean, what’s wrong with me,” you immediately put your left hand down your panties to toy with your clit. When you move your hand out of your panties it’s glistening with your slick. “Oh—fuck! I’m leaking.”

“Damn, yes.”

You squeak when Dean grabs your wrist to bring your hand to his lips. He takes your fingers in his mouth, licking the slick off of your digits.

Dean groans as he tastes you on your fingers. “Omega,” you shudder when his glowing orbs focus on your face. “You’re mine. All of you is mine.”

You lick your dry lips. It feels like your body heat is rising per second. You don’t know if it’s Dean or your new presentation. But your pussy is throbbing in need. “Dean…hurry up.”

“Lemme just get your pants down your legs.”

It looks almost comical when Dean fights to drag your pants down your legs and get your shoes off your feet at the same time. “Fuck, get off…fucking shoe.”

Your shoes and pants end up on the ground seconds later. Your eyes darken as Dean finally takes his shirt and pants off. He shoves his boxers down his thighs to free his aching cock.

“OH fuck!” you squeak. “How shall this thing fit? That’s a monster.” You point at his cock standing proud against his stomach.

“It will fit, sweetheart,” he growls. “I’ll put all of it inside of your sweet cunt and make it my home. I’ll never not put my knot inside of you.”

You would giggle at his caveman behavior but your omega purrs in delight as the alpha crawls on top of you. “Dean.”

“I’ve got you, ‘mega,” he cages you with his body and tilts his head to capture your lips in a messy kiss. Dean can barely think straight but tries to take things slow. You never took a knot before, and he doesn’t want to scare or hurt you. “Your body knows what you need. Just let me make you feel good.”

“Yes,” you breathe against his lips. “Dean…please. I want to feel you.”

Dean playfully nudges your cheek with his nose. “You will feel me for days, Y/N,” he purrs against you. “I’ll ruin you for any other man. No one will want your sweet cunt after I’m done with you.”

He ruts his aching cock against your slicked sex. Dean wiggles his hips to nudge at your entrance. “Dean, please…don’t toy with me.”

“I wouldn’t dare to deny my omega,” he kisses you again, slower, and sweet this time. “She deserves getting her pussy pounded.”

He slowly slips the tip in; aware your body is not used to an alpha’s cock. “Fuck, you’re so thick. It won’t fit.”

“I told you,” he growls now, “we will make it fit. You are going to take all of me.”

You purr in response and tilt your head in submission. Dean takes the opportunity to bury his face in your neck. He nips and sucks at your mating gland while moving back and forth to slowly feed you with his cock.

“Dean,” you whine and wrap your arms and legs around him. You wiggle your hips, hoping to help your alpha slide into you. “Fuck…”

Your nails dig into the muscles of his back when he finally bottoms out. Dean grunts and huffs in your neck. “You’re so tight. I can’t…shit…I won’t last long.”

“Shit, you were right,” you whimper as he tilts his hips. His thick cock stretches your walls wider than anyone before and you don’t know if he will be able to move.

Your walls quiver around him, and you are sure you ended up in heaven when Dean finally starts to slide in and out of you at a slow pace. He grunts and mutters something about your cunt, but you are too lost in bliss to even care that he gives your cunt nicknames.

“Deancave…that’s your pussy’s name from now on,” he’s picking up the pace, knees digging into the mattress to give him more leverage. Dean falls into an easy rhythm. “I’m gonna fill this cunt up, and mark it with my cum. No other guy will ever touch you again.”

“De-al,” you shudder underneath your alpha, moaning and whining as your walls start to clench around him.

He pants into your neck. “This will feel odd now,” he purrs against you as his knot slowly expands.

If you felt full before, now you feel like you got double stuffed. Your walls strain against his expanding cock, as you wonder if a cunt can burst.

You close your eyes, relax your body, and let Dean guide you through this new experience. He whispers soft words in your ear and stills his hips. His warmth fills your womb, and his strong arms wrap around your trembling body.

“I’ve got you, Y/N. You did so well for me,” he presses his lips to your forehead. “It’s all good. You are good. I love you.”

“What do you mean, Rowena?” Sam takes two steps at once to get to you and his brother as fast as possible. “ROWENA! Y/N is gone. Dean too. Where are they?”

“I told you to pick them up, not ask questions, Samuel,” Rowena chuckles. “They are fine. You will see when we get there.”

“I don’t trust you.”

“Isn’t that your brother’s line?” Rowena coos as she guides Sam toward the bedroom at the villa she occupies at the moment. “I thought you are the smart and sensitive one.”

“Stop distracting me,” the alpha snarls. “If you hurt one of them…”

Rowena pushes the door open, chuckling as Sam gasps audibly. He covers his eyes and scrunches up his nose as his brother is busy mounting you from behind.

“Sammy, hey…uh—some privacy would be nice,” Dean pants. “Get out! NOW!” He growls. “This is not some live porn!”

“Sorry…uh—sorry,” Sam turns around and flees out of the room. Rowena, though, watches Dean cover your body to rut into you.

“ROWENA!” the younger brother yells. “Out!”

“Don’t be a spoilsport Samuel. I always had a thing for alphas…” she dips her head and hums before finally turning around to leave the room. “My job is done. You can pick them up later…”

“Never. Ever. Do I want to see your naked ass again,” Sam grumbles while driving the Impala. Dean refused to let you go. You are currently cuddling in the backseat as his brother mutters under his breath.

“We didn’t ask you to burst through the door, Sammy,” Dean points out. “Next time, knock. Now drive us back home. My omega is tired.”

You rest your head on Dean’s lap and yawn. His eyes drop to the mark on your neck. The one he left when he knotted you for the last time.

“What happened, Dean?” Sam asks.

“I found my heaven, Sammy. That’s what happened…”

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[hedwig221b]

Is there still time for a: Trick or treat?👀

Sure! The context for this piece is: Stiles had to go away from Derek for a couple of days and during it someone tried to sexually assault Stiles (they didn't get far). Then Stiles comes back.

It was 6.35 pm and Derek was already there.

Stiles’ whole body seized up at the sight of him leaning on the side of the Camaro, all dark, sexy and mysterious. He would probably be busy beating people off with a bat and spraying them with a hose to stop them from climbing him, but instead he was here. Waiting for Stiles.

Stiles gripped the handrail with a sweaty hand, and gulped. His stomach turned into a giant weirdly warm knot and his heart was pounding in his temples so hard it was making him dizzy.

The bus slowed down and stopped. With a dry mouth, Stiles stumbled out of it the minute the doors opened, barely keeping himself from falling down, and met Derek’s gaze.

Act normal, don’t run, don’t do anything weird…

Oh, Derek looked stunning. He straightened his shoulders as soon as he saw Stiles, but kept frowning. His eyes ran over Stiles’ body as if he was looking for something.

Stiles clenched his fists to keep himself from running, even though it hurt not to. He couldn’t stop himself from speeding up, though, and pushed out a weak smile instead of tears building up behind his eyelids.

“Hey,” he said, when he was close. “Have you been—”

Stiles yelped as Derek swept him in a tight embrace and lifted him off the ground. The man buried his nose in Stiles’ neck and inhaled as if starving for oxygen.

Stiles closed his burning eyes and clung to him with all his might. To feel his strong arms around the waist, the heat of his body, even though it was clad in a “bad boy” leather jacket, was heaven. Heaven!

It seemed like Stiles hadn’t seen him in centuries. So much had happened in such a small frame of time, things so despicable and vile… Stiles didn’t want to remember, didn’t want to think. And Derek’s embrace was one of those things that made him forget who he was.

Derek tensed suddenly. He nuzzled Stiles’ throat again, then gently put him down, but didn’t release from the circle of his arms.

“Everything okay?” Derek asked in a tense voice, studying Stiles’ face.

Stiles swallowed. “Yeah.” He smiled again, this time a tiny bit more genuine. “I just… missed you.”

Stupid, clingy idiot—

The corners of Derek’s mouth lifted. “I missed you, too.” He cupped Stiles’ face, stroking his thumb under one eye. “Now, breathe.”

“What?”

“Breathe, baby, come on.”

Stiles didn’t even notice how shaky his breathing become. He swallowed again and closed his eyes for a moment in an attempt to get rid of black spots that had the audacity to obscure the handsome face.

As if his eagerness wasn’t embarrassing enough.

Blinking rapidly, Stiles chuckled. “It’s okay, I just couldn’t miss the opportunity to faint into your arms.”

Derek didn’t laugh. He inhaled deeply, maybe trying to subconsciously balance Stiles’ rapid breathing out, and deepened his frown.

“Something happened.” It wasn’t even a question. How the fuck did he know?

Stiles was speechless for a couple of seconds too long, but then smiled despite his heart going a mile a minute.

“Yeah, I lost my breath at the sight of you.”

“Stiles.”

“And it’s your fault for making my head spin, like whoa, dude.”

Stiles pretended to smooth out Derek’s jacket to hide his slightly shaking cold hands. Based on Derek’s unrelenting grip, the man wasn’t buying it. In fact, both of them were well aware that Derek was the only one keeping Stiles standing.

Stiles didn’t know what exactly overwhelmed him that much. Either way, it was nice to be welcomed in Derek’s embrace again.

Guess, Derek didn’t forget him after all.

Staring at Stiles’ face with gloomy suspicion, Derek, however, let the subject go. He huffed in frustration, leaned down to give Stiles a light kiss.

“I missed you, too,” he mumbled into his lips, kissed him once again and then lifted him in the air to carry over to the car. Stiles squeaked at such manhandling, but was secretly glad because he wasn’t really sure he wasn’t going to faint and crack his head open.

Derek lowered him down on the seat, closed the door, then hurried to his side.

Stiles took the moment to close his eyes and breathe. The familiar smell of Derek and the leather of the interior actually helped him calm down somewhat. He clenched and unclenched his fists to try warm them up, when Derek climbed inside as well.

“Seatbelt, baby.”

[bread-that-draws]

Feels a lil stuck up to call myself a "big undertale account" but plenty did reblog my version where I just added a sc of your tags and say that you're based 👍😭 stay based forever op!!

Omg bitches love me for my insane ramblings and my tags that I send out into the world without a second thought like a baby bird

EDIT I DECIDED TO CHECK YOUR ACCOUNT BEFORE POSTING THIS AND LITERALLY JUST NOTICED YOUVE MADE SOME OF MY FAVORITE UT FANART WTF thank you big Undertale account keep making me cry

[pizzafishandchips]

my toxic trait is being arrogant enough to think i was "above" makeup and perfume but now i realize it was just because i didn't have the disposable income, and now that i do i feel so many near irresistible urges to buy cosmetics that honestly i don't even need right now

[manofthepipis]

Tiny question! When Clicks said “I don't understand…! It didn't have that reaction with the rest of us.” When referring to the side effects Spamton got when drinking his own tea, then does this mean that the other addisons tried Spamton tea to get an opinion? If yes, what where the HP benefits and descriptions each Addison would have when drinking Spamton Tea? I’m curious!

ofcourse! So it had happened off screen, and a scene i won't be writing (but definitely pictured thus it being referenced with a one-off comment), but while spamton was still in snoozetown post-neo attack, clicks made it to try and gauge if they were rlly cut out for this whole helping-spamton-out shtick, but for their own sakes. so i'm glad you're curious about it so i get to elaborate! :D

spamton's tea doesn't heal any one of them all that much, due to the complicated relationship, being that Clicks' conditional healing teas aren't pure healing magic like Spamton's F1 spell, but in order, it would be Sponsor the most, Banner and Clicks about the same, and then Survey in last.

Sponsor definitely will be elaborated on later, as they've still been rather silent about their perspective on spamton, despite being the one that's more accepting of Neo. It's not a lot of healing by any chance, but it's healing nonetheless. A familiar taste that they tried a long time ago but they'd like to have again, properly this time. Maybe with a 40 Hp boost

Banner and Clicks are healed about the same, and while clicks finds the tea bitter with a bad processed flavor, both are healed the same cuz they're at that same stage of still being wary around spamton, with clicks less so after Ch15. Banner finds the flavor unfamiliar, but not all bad, still not one he'd go to for a first pick. 30 Hp boost

Survey is barely healed, and doesn't like the flavor, but wants to, like it's a flavor of something they used to like a lot but has fallen off in recent years. It gives off the same vibe of a recipe that they've known very well that's changed, and it's distinctly wrong now. Maybe changing the recipe manually would fix it? Or would it ruin the entire thing? Who knows. 5-10 Hp

None of the addisons really hate spamton, so the hp-draining effects of Spamton tea is unique to himself, but the Hp can fluctuate with strengthening friendships :)! like post Ch15, the tea would taste better to Clicks, not significantly, but enough to make a difference from first impressions.

[ze0n-wuz-here]

Something I drew a while ago…

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From the Art Club… again