#but it’s still the best big sweaty forehead pic I could find

[simulationcowboy]

If you want some Mads Mikkelsen cannibal ~action~ there's this hilariously strange movie called De Grønne Slagtere (The Green Butchers). Omg, and let me take this opportunity to petition literally any CC maker who's reading this to create Mads Mikkelsen's/Sven Sved's (Sven Sweat 💦) hair. It's very sexy. I love big, sweaty foreheads 🤠

I have to watch this movie now oh my goodness 0-0 thank u so much,, and also

Sweaty forehead,, your right anon thank u ;-;

[bearseokie]

boyfriend! oneus

[ gender-neutral! ]

oneus m.list | navi. | nsfw! bf! oneus (M)

Ravn:

selfie game, strong! between his insane visuals and like-minded camera angles, you're never let down by his pretty selfies that he sends you throughout the day. mainly paired with his chin to his chest while he's pouting and a silly caption.

if you think his selfies are good, the way he takes couple pictures? chef's kiss. you're never low on pics to post to social media or to put on your fridge. even the embarrassing ones, but he'll whine about those later.

matching onesies or couple pajamas.

walks up to you just to rest his chin on your head or shoulder and breathe you in.

holds your hand in the way that his entire hand envelops the width of your fingers while you hold on to his thumb.

asks for you to buy him flowers more than he gets them for you. you can't help but want to see his eyes sparkle at the sight of a dozen roses, though.

is probably biting his lip unwillingly but also on purpose. it's a habit you learn to enjoy. he does it when he's focused too, so you always know if he's paying attention or not. as confident as he is, he blushes when you call him out for it.

wraps his arms all the way around your torso and picks you up in a hug just because he can.

will see something out of the corner of his eye and make a whole circle to turn towards it. usually it's a gift of a random item he thinks you'll adore, and you always do. you'll gain a little collection of things you never imagined you'd own being with him.

genuinely not used to physical contact and tends to be rougher than he means to be. he's a temperate boy that has a habit of patting your head or kissing you a little too hard because he's in love and is still learning.

talks your ears off when you're alone. if you don't pull his beanie over his face, he won't shut up.

comes across as intimidating, but is literally the most considerate person. like he will physically reel you backwards just to gently push away an eyelash from your cheek and kiss your lips.

big pant, big shirt. aka his and your big pant and big shirt. sharing is caring. he gets butterflies in his stomach watching your hand caress over the clothes hanging in his closet as you search for something to wear.

unintentional - but completely intentional - lip locking. like he'll bend over to reach across your form laying on the bed when you’re distracted and he’ll be right in your face. before you know it, you're sitting up and your lips are colliding. especially loves doing this in public because your warm face is his rapid beating heart.

will admit to others how much he loves you but will be so stubborn behind closed doors. says things like "are you sure we're talking about the same person? me, wait— me? I'm in love with you? no— no, you're right. I'm guilty."

pouty boy with big, pleading eyes all the time.

runs his fingertips over the lines of your hands. you catch him mimicking them on his own and smiling like an idiot when they match.

take his flannels. do it.

late nights where he bursts through your door while you're sleeping and shakes you awake to run a few lyrics by you. always second guesses himself, but when he sees that you're actually taken back by the words, he gets all smiley bolts back to work.

snuggles into your pillow until you lay down with him, then you're his true cuddle buddy.

Seoho:

dramatically pulls his coats off to put over your shoulders. his constant body heat can warm you up immediately.

takes you on movie dates just to sit in the very back and have heavy make outs with you. like panting, fingers laced in each other's hair, bodies fighting to get into each other’s seats — make out sessions.

his! laugh! the way you can get him to laugh is definitely one of his favorite things in the world, and his smile could light up a room. also has the tendency to laugh at you even when you're not being funny.

pushes his face into the crook of your neck to fall asleep. his breath on your skin can make you feel weird and loved at the same time, but his sound sleeps are worth it. also pushes you to lay on your back so he can curl up beside you and rub his forehead against you.

more chaotic dates where he does things you're afraid of just to show you not to be so scared. hugs you like a koala for the rest of the day.

matching outfits like crazy. even down to the accessories. loves spoiling you with new outfits even if you tell him you hate getting gifts so often.

hugs your waist and lifts you up to reach something instead of getting it down himself.

will have the same pic of you and him set as everything. his phone’s lockscreen, wallpaper, his laptop’s lockscreen, wallpaper, profile pics, it’s the only post on his social media.

so in love that it can come across as icky. blushing cheeks, sweaty palms, a bounce in his step.

mocks you like you’re already an old married couple. but his loving banter comes off as charming.

the saying 'know you like the back of my hand' had to have been written by him, himself, because he does, in fact, know you that well. he knows the different sounds of your sneezes - aka whether you have a cold or not. he knows the change of your morning voice versus the tone you have in the middle of the day. anything going through your mind, this man has down pact.

random night calls where he just goes 'I'm at the door, let me in." because his hands are too full to reach for his key. stumbles in with bags full of snacks and treats just to have you both sit on the floor eating and ranting until dawn.

the softest kisses. and I mean the softest kisses. like michael angelo adding details to his paintings, type soft. you can hardly ever feel them and barely knows he's there until he starts laughing or vibrating from the sudden eye contact you're giving him.

would rather waddle side to side in a back hug than let you go to walk somewhere alone.

has a list of everything he loves to share with you over time. movies, music, random memos in his phone.

included in those phone memos are literally so many details about you that it can make your eyes roll. he has the smallest details noted and little asterisks to remind him to write them down in a physical journal one day, but you might have to do that for him.

a lot quieter than he makes himself out to be. is basically a ghost when you're around him. the only way you really ever know where he is is if he's lugging around a bluetooth speaker with music playing.

messy! hair! he will literally refuse to brush his own hair until you do it for him. loves it more if you just use your fingers to comb his locks.

squinted eyes because he's smiling at you so hard that he'll probably bump into something in the process.

lets you hold both sides of his face in your palms. especially if he's cold. sometimes you can squish.

Leedo:

being with gunhak — it is literally a love novel.

warm eyes that sparkle when he looks at you. you notice it and keep quiet just to bask in his affection, but it’s always the first thing people mention when they talk about your relationship.

can’t help but reach his hand across the table to hold yours while you eat.

scrunches his nose when you say silly things.

the most attentive person when you’re telling a story. will sit with his chin in his palm and his eyes going between your gaze and lips as you speak. makes constant “mhm” and “ohh” sounds to let you know he’s right in the story with you. stops you to laugh at the way you say a specific word. you both spend hours sitting somewhere together just telling stories back and forth until the sun rises or sets.

can’t go a single day without throwing you over his shoulder and carrying you around.

has his hand on your lower back all day. like all day. in public, at home, in bed while you're sleeping. as long as his hand is on your back, you know he’s next to you.

his face is always a hotter temperature than the rest of his body, especially if you’ve been looking at him all day. crimson cheeks, red-tipped ears, reddened lips because he can’t stop kissing you.

sleeps with you laying in between his legs and your head on his chest. you fall asleep to the beat of his heartbeat while he plays with your fingers and listens to your breathing.

puts you in the shopping cart before any items just so he can wheel you around and listen to you laugh when he pretends he’s going to ram into something.

will pull the shirt/jacket/top he was wearing over his head and toss it to you to wear or hug if he’s leaving so you don’t miss him too much.

isn’t extremely good with speaking words to express what he wants to say, so oftentimes you find little notebook pages folded around the house with love notes written on them. him telling you how much he appreciates how much you do for him. him saying ‘i love you’ in different colored ink in different kinds of ways. sometimes a smashed flower in between the pages just for added scents. completely a cheesy romantic with love notes.

likes to let you drive so he can put his elbow against the window and stare at you from across the front of the vehicle. while you’re focused he’s grinning and giggling because it’s ‘super adorable’.

sends flowers to your work at the most inappropriate times in order to keep anyone that’s been flirting with you in their place. very subtle about being protective, and thankfully never has to make large leaps to have others understand you’re unavailable. thinks it’s the best thing in the world when someone is eyeing you and you come running to him to dramatically toss your arms around his neck and place a kiss on his lips.

enjoys having cleverly matching pieces. a pair of earrings shared between the two of you. matching bracelets. soft cotton shirts you can wear on your days off. two blankets of the same designs but different colors.

severely embraces breaking his shyness when it comes to pda. will pull you into his arms and kiss you while walking down the street. lets you sit on his lap in a busy place. carries you on his back around big stores.

works out with you around him. if he wants to do sit ups, you're holding his feet. if he wants to do push ups, you're laying under him giving him kisses every time he comes down.

forehead kisses. temple kisses. cheek kisses. literally all of the softest kisses.

terribly difficult to wake up, but the sound of your voice will draw his lids to open in an instant so he can see your smiling face.

super nervous about the entire relationship so you have to guide him at a reasonable pace. hold his hand first, kiss him first, even say 'i love you' first, but he'll return it all in a beat after you express your love.

Hwanwoong:

would be the one to have that situation where you met by running into each other at full force and had to laugh it off despite how much pain you were both in. he does something like offer to buy you a drink as an apology and then he never leaves your side.

sits with him between your legs and his back pressed into your front so you can hug him around his waist and lean on him.

smells are a huge deal to him. hoards light scented candles and renames them with comic titles or references to your relationship just to make you laugh when he calls them out in conversations.

runs his fingers through your hair as a way of showing affection on a regular basis. if you’re in public, he’ll sneak in a quick kiss just because he isn’t huge on pda.

but not liking pda doesn't mean he won't cling to you behind closed doors. he can't go very long without brushing his skin against your own, even in a subtle way.

physically capable of making meals on his own, or with you, but he's too lazy. enjoy the take out! also huge on getting snack foods to feed you in a romantic way without it being intentional.

quiet. very quiet. he enjoys silence while holding you or waking up in the midst of the night just to hear you sleeping peacefully. it's his solace.

although he gets whiny, he will let you do anything you want to him. test out makeup looks on him, play with his hair, make him dress up for you. just as long as you can reciprocate by going on sweet dates with him or let him read his favorite stories to you, he's all for it.

gets you random, very personal gifts. his attentiveness is insane, so he'll give you something like a better-formed pillow to help you sleep or a journal of your silly inside jokes to keep around when you have to be apart.

pretends he's not emotional during the day only to spill the deepest things to you at night. you're his diary and he loves you for that.

but with his distant state, you're still the one to notice things first. if he's too tired, if he's hungry - you know the tell-tale signs and can quietly get him back on his feet. you’re basically his weakness and muse all at once.

he might be the last one to wake up, but that's just because he enjoys knowing you slept by his side all night.

tilts your head to the side to kiss you because he thinks it's romantic.

doesn't care who you think you are, he will give you a piggyback ride.

does that thing where you'll be doing something important and he'll be sat next to you whispering jokes into your ear to keep you from getting stressed. also has to hold your hand the entire time or else he'll get up.

intuitive to your emotions and feelings. if you're in pain somewhere, he's in pain. if you're laughing, he's laughing.

the most pleasing, deep morning voice ever. doesn't even have to try. it's like two octaves lower than his regular voice and will always give you the shivers.

instead of big things for dates he does tasks like have all of your house chores done when you return or studies up on your school work to help you out. it's his way of showing affection and appreciation. but he does bigger things too like cover your bathroom in flower petals with a nice bath running when you get home.

has a tendency of saying your name the most when he’s sleeping.

makes choreography and dedicates them to you all the time. will tug you into the practice room to show you moves. but then he's giggling uncontrollably and starts complimenting you until you kiss him.

Keonhee:

records everything all the time. has backup storage just so he can film everything you both do or take a thousand pictures. spends literal hours printing out the pictures to make photo albums or put them on his wall so he never has to go a moment without seeing you. carries around a physical, mini album just to stare at while he’s traveling or feels lonely.

loves showering with you. will take the showerhead off of the wall and hold it over you while making lightsaber sounds.

loves the sound of you saying his name more than anything. when he's happy, upset, angry - just a call of his name can settle his emotions. and maybe a kiss too.

will sit or lay somewhere and just stare at you with a big, goofy grin on his face and loving sparkles in his eyes for no particular reason.

claps your hands together before he holds them.

makes music playlists titled with hysterical names that are more distracting than the chaos of the actual list. names them with emojis and such to see if you can code his secret love messages.

his lips are always redder than normal around you. quite literally doesn't know when or how to stop kissing you.

cannot comprehend how he could love someone more than you. it's that dumb love like he'll trip over his own two feet, say your name instead of his own when ordering something, or even intentionally get something he hates just because you like it.

changes the color of the led lights to define the mood. happy, sad, sexy time. the room is a rainbow every week.

contrary to popular belief of the cancer man, he's not clingy until you tell him to be. postpones all physical contact to the last moment when you ask why he's distant and give him consent to holding you whenever he wants. then he never lets you go.

has to be even in height with you ninety percent of the day, even if you're off by a few centimeters. helps you sit on the kitchen counter, hunches to kiss you, lifts you up by your waist.

being on opposite ends of a room while he's doing hand gestures and silently singing you the song stuck in his head.

his most genuine habit is giving away all of his emotions in his eyes. one glance and you know exactly how he feels, even if he isn't speaking about it aloud.

thinks being out in the rain is extremely romantic but will pull you back inside at the first drop because "you might get a cold".

hardly wears clothes when he starts getting seriously comfortable with you. no shirt, maybe some pajama pants, maybe some socks with random patterns on them. if he gets hot at any point, shield your eyes.

pouts without actually pouting. you'll hear a little huff from beside you instead.

put your belongings into the rips of his jeans instead of his pockets. they're 'safe'.

visibly shudders when he gets to hold your hand after a long day.

so many shoulder kisses you can't even keep up with them anymore.

you have a collection of him scrunching his nose when you're trying to get soft couple pictures because he can't take it seriously.

Xion:

if you fall asleep on him at any point during the day, he'll wrap you in his jacket or a blanket around you and carry you to bed. he'll let you rest comfortably while he lays beside you and watches you sleep while running his fingers across your face in a loving way.

sleeps holding your hand no matter what position you're both in.

dates are basically: carnivals to sit at the top of the ferris wheel and make out peacefully, picnics in the park to pick flowers and put them in your hair, going to bookstores just to shuffle through the comics and mangas.

bites you. slowly. he’s not the type to just bite into your skin randomly, more like you’ll get big puppy eyes and know he’s up to something before you feel a little nibble.

competitive in an ‘i’ll let you win if you give me a kiss’ way. guess who always wins. sike it’s him because he can use it as an excuse to make you pouty and then kiss you until you can’t even pretend to be angry anymore.

loves singing to you and only you.

hand-makes you jewelry because he finds it more endearing than buying them. plus it's sentimental.

hates blushing in front of others, but you can make him blush from a few words. loves the pet names you come up with. they sound like common conversation pieces so no one questions why you said them until they notice his face is nearly crimson.

unintentionally does romantic stuff. plays ballads over a speaker while prancing around until you take his hand and dance with him. finds a rose bush and gently clips a single flower to put in a vase for you. absentmindedly kisses your knuckles when he sees you for the first time in a while.

has the hardest time showing emotions, but does have the tendency to cry when parting or send you chain texts about how much he misses you when he's away.

random cheek kisses throughout the day.

sweater paws because you're both wearing his large hoodies and holding hands.

has more soft objects than you've ever witnessed a person own. now they're partially yours, so choose a stuffed animal.

random store dates where you go inside and find the strangest items you both fall in love with and get to put on display at home. you know when you go to someone's house and see an object that makes you question how it got there? he gets a lot of those for the two of you. 'conversation pieces', he says.

remembers cheesy quotes to tell you throughout the day to make you smile. if he wasn't in love, he'd never think twice about memorizing them.

probably thinking about kissing you every second of every day, but he uses his kisses wisely.

steals your shirts to sleep with when he's away because they smell like you.

cannot handle more than holding your hand in public at first, but he'll learn to love pda very quickly if you enjoy it.

where has all his phone's storage gone? oh, they're just pictures of you sleeping.

so adorned by you that his eyes literally sparkle, even if you're in his peripheral.

[zuucc]

SWEDISH SUMMER NIGHTS: W. Nylander I FLUFFY SMUT

(orginally posted by @andersens and @astound ) 

Words: 11k

Summary: It is when you’re drunk on a hammock, on a summer night in Sweden that your best friend decides that it was time to admit his feelings for you, and you decide to let go of the sober and reasonable voice in your head.

Warnings: cursing and blasphemy?? alcohol, lowkey smut outside and also just straight up sex

Author’s note: It seems friends to lovers and William Nylander is the only thing I write now. Also, story is set in like August 2019. Hope you like this story and that it gives you warm and sweaty summery vibes. And Willy-feels. Feedback/constructive criticism is as always greatly appreciated.

(Also sorry about the ugly ass watermark.. I had put the separate gif/pic into a website to make a collage because tumblr wouldn’t let me put them next to each other) 

Masterlist is linked in bio.

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“I love you,” he whispered. “I love you, too,” you whispered as well. You’d felt his ragged breath under your cheek for a while now, but you’d thought it was because of the three or four glasses of beer too many. But Willy stopped breathing for a few seconds, before he spoke again.

“No, I mean, I love you,” he said, swallowing hard before speaking again. “I love you in ways that I shouldn’t.” He was breathing again, but he was breathing like he’d run up the stairs too fast, not like he was drunk on a hammock, on a summer night in Sweden - with his just as drunk best friend in his arms.

You were quiet for a while, not knowing what to say, or how to say whatever it was that you wanted to say. And there was also the annoying, reasonable, not-so-drunk voice in the back of your head that told you that this wasn’t the right time. Not the right situation - drunk on a hammock, on a summer night in Sweden.

You tried to gracefully turn around in the hammock, to lay with half your chest pressed against his - to look at him. But it wasn’t graceful, not at all, and your face was so close to his that you could feel his breath on your chin. “There’s this very strict and reasonable voice in my head that says that we shouldn’t have this conversation while drunk,” you say, smiling giddily, but the more you look at him - his lips only inches from yours - the less prominent the voice gets and the less the world spins around you. William nods understandingly. “But yeah, I do too. love you in ways that I shouldn’t, and I think I have for a while now,” you spoke, not bothering with the voice in your head.

William’s lips turned into a smile, just as giddy as yours. And you lay there, underneath the Swedish night sky, underneath the moon and the stars, and you just smile at each other like drunk teenagers, as the world spins around you in the yellow striped hammock that hung between two trees in William’s parents’ backyard.

The hand that he’d had on your back since you’d made a show of turning around in the hammock - in his arms - moved up to your neck, his fingers lightly tangling in your hair. He was staring up at you, his eyes brighter than ever in the moon light.

“I know I shouldn’t kiss you right now, but I really want to,” he giggles. The thought of him kissing you filled your stomach with big butterflies like the beautiful orange ones you’d seen sitting on flowers in that same backyard just that morning. If you stayed out for another hour or two, you were sure you’d see some again. But you knew that he shouldn’t kiss you right now, not now, not while drunk in the middle of the night. You knew, but you wanted him to kiss you anyway.

“I think you should,” you heard yourself say, giggling as well. William laughed. “You know, I can see the wheels turning in your head. How the beer fights that faint, reasonable voice in your head”. You laughed as well, loving how incredibly well he knew you. He knew how your brain worked.

“We should talk about this tomorrow, when we’re not drunk anymore, just very hungover,” he said, not helping at all with how he’d placed his other hand on your cheek - like you imagined he would’ve if he was to kiss you. “What if you don’t remember? And then I’ll have to go on with my life suppressing my feelings for you, not knowing if what you said that drunken night underneath the Swedish sky was true,” you said, dramatically. “Then I won’t remember kissing you either,” he made a fair point, winking at you. “But I will remember, I promise,” he smiled sweetly. “Me too,” you smiled back.

You laid there for a while longer, your head placed on his chest again. His breath was slower now, balanced and soothing - sobering. You laid there till the world stopped spinning and the sky started to brighten again. As the first birds of the morning started singing, you both decided that it might be time to go to bed.

William helped you get out of the hammock. You set both your bare feet in the grass and turned around to help him as well, giving him a hand. He sat both his feet in the grass as well, standing up right in front of you. You looked up at him, wishing it was the next morning already. It was, technically, but you both needed to sleep of some beer first. You wished that you could just throw your arms around his neck and kiss him, and you almost did, but you stopped at throwing your arms around his neck. His hands found your hips and for a moment you were sure that he was actually going to kiss you. But he didn’t.

He held your hand as you walked back inside, upstairs to his room and the guest room where you’d been staying the past week. You wished you could just stay in his room, in his bed and in his arms. But you knew you shouldn’t. He followed you into your room though, sitting down on the bed as he let you get ready for bed. You brushed your teeth and removed what was left of the light makeup you’d applied almost 24 hours ago.

When you emerged from the en-suite, he was still sitting there, his eyes turning to you as you walked over to him. He sat wide-legged, like he always did, and you didn’t resist the urge to sit down in his lap - like you had so many times before. You slung your arms around his neck again, and his hand went to support your back. His other hand was placed in your bare thigh, and his face was close to yours again, so close that it took extreme self-control to not kiss him right then and there.

“I want to sleep next to you,” you whispered, picking at the collar of his plain white tee. You’d shared a bed so many times before, you’d even slept with his arms around you, but that was when it felt platonic. But it wouldn’t feel platonic tonight. You hoped it would never feel platonic again.

“You know that we shouldn’t,” he spoke, his hand on your thigh tightening its grip. “I know,” you whispered again. You looked up to see him staring right back at you, right at your lips. And you didn’t want to resist more of your urges - you were sure you could find some more self-control somewhere, but you didn’t want to. So, you kissed him, despite everything. Despite the beer, despite the voice in your head begging you not to. Despite your mutual agreement that you shouldn’t.

And William kissed you back, like you’ve never been kissed before - firm and soft at the same time, hard but with so much love. And when his lips swiped over your lip, you let him in, and you pulled each other closer - your hand moving from his chest to the back of his neck, tangling your fingers in thick locks of blonde hair.

And you wished you could stay like that all night long, but you knew you shouldn’t continue, and so did Willy. So, when he moved his hand underneath your thighs instead, he lifted you up and carried you to the side of the bed. He laid you down, but he pulled the covers over you instead of crawling over you and laying down, like you wished he would but knew he shouldn’t.

But he kept kissing you, for a little bit longer. Not ready to let go of your lips just yet. And you knew that if you wanted to, you could pull him down on top of you - you could, but you didn’t. You let the sober voice take over your thoughts again, and you pulled back a little bit, both of you breathing heavily. “I’m sorry, I don’t think I could have fallen asleep without knowing what it feels like to kiss you,” you whispered, still so close to him that you could feel his breath on your lips.

“Don’t apologize, if you hadn’t, I would’ve,” he assured you. His hand went from holding yours to cupping your cheek, kissing you lightly. “I promise I’ll kiss you as much as you want in the morning,” he smiled. And then came the giggle, the giggle that reminded you that you were both still a little bit drunk. You kissed one more time, or two, before you whispered your good nights and he carefully exited the guest room.

~

“There’s lunch in the garden,” you heard William’s mother’s voice, along with a light knock on the door. She knew you’d been out late, that’s why she hadn’t bothered telling you about breakfast. “I’ll be right down,” you tried to sound awake, but your voice sounded more like a whisper. You quickly washed your face and brushed your hair, and then threw on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, before making your way out. 

In the hallway you met an equally tired Willy, in grey sweat shorts and nothing else. You watched him as he drew his hand through his messy hair, and everything from last night came back to you in a big wave. You’d woken up by Camilla’s knocking and you’d scrambled out of bed to get ready, not having had the time to think about what happened only hours before. 

William stopped to look at you, searching your eyes to see if you remembered what he did - if you remembered laying in the hammock saying I love you’s as the world spun around you and kissing when you knew you shouldn’t. Barely letting go, when you knew it was the right thing to do. 

You smiled, and he smiled back, and he laid an arm around you, pulling you into him as you walked down the stairs. He pressed a kiss to your forehead before you walked through the wide-open French doors and out into the backyard where William’s entire family was sat, Alex already stuffing his face with eggs and bread. Daniella had saved you a seat, and you sat down next to her, William on the other side of the table. 

While you had slept off last night’s alcohol, the girls had already been swimming, while Alex had gone for a run with his father. He made a point out of how Willy usually went running with him in the mornings, but someone had been giggling in a certain hammock all night instead of getting a good night’s sleep. Your cheeks felt hot and you wanted to sink down in your chair, but you decided to lean over Daniella and smack him on his sunburned chest instead, making him shut up. 

You wondered if he’d heard what you’d been giggling about. “What was so funny in the middle of the night?” Camilla asked, her eyes moving between you and her eldest son. You looked to William hoping he would say something before your entire face would turn into the color of a lobster. 

“Too much beer, mom, everything was funny,” he said, smiling your way. You relaxed but couldn’t keep from noticing the smirk that adorned the face of a certain brother two seats to your right.

~

Lunch was consumed and dishes were done, before everyone left to do whatever they were supposed to do. The girls had tennis practice and Camilla left with them, while Alex and Michael went to the rink. William was supposed to go with them but insisted on taking the day off, which he had already done a few too many times since you came to visit. 

You were standing in the guest room, taking off the towel that you’d wrapped around your head after taking a shower, when you noticed William standing in the doorway. Still shirtless, but with another pair of shorts and wet hair, as well. You almost wished he would put on a shirt, almost. 

“Hey,” you breathed, quickly meeting his stare before continuing with drying your hair. “Hey,” he repeated back to you, pushing off the doorway and moving closer to you. He sat down on the edge of the bed, just like he’d done the night before. “We should talk - about last night,” he said, his voice sounding so serious it made you nervous. You stood up straight, turning to look at him. You couldn’t read his expression and panic washed over you. “Yeah,” you swallowed, your voice low and airy as the panic and nervousness balled up into a ball the size of your fist in your throat. He patted the bed next to him, sending you a small smile when your eyes met. The silence was deafening at first, both of you waiting for the other person to start. Eventually, William began talking. “So, everything I said last night,” he started, drawing in a deep breath, but your insecurities interrupted him before he could continue. “You didn’t mean,” you finished his sentence for him. Better to rip the band aid off and avoid rejection, right? You got up from the bed and walked over to the window, looking out. “What? No,” William protested, getting up and following you before he could even think. You turn to him, where he now stood next to you. You couldn’t form words fast enough to stop what came next. “You didn’t mean it?” he said. Judging by the expression on his face and the vulnerability in his voice, the words pained him to say. Before you could say what was really on your mind, your body took over. You threw your arms around his neck, pulling him down to your own height and into a tight hug. “No, no, no, I meant it, I meant it all,” you whispered, and his arms closed around your waist in an embrace just as tight as yours. “Good, good,” he whispered back, pulling you into him. He pressed a kiss to your temple, keeping his lips there for a couple of seconds before pulling away - before you pulled farther back, pressing your lips to his, just like you had last night. “You scared me,” he whispered softly as he pulled back, leaving your lips with a tingling feeling. You chuckled, leaning forward, resting your forehead against his chest. “I’m sorry, you sounded so serious and dreadful when you started talking that my insecurities took completely over,” you told him, chuckling - embarrassed that you’d let your insecurities steer you. I was just nervous,” he told you, chuckling as well. You reached back up and placed your arms around his neck, your hands finding their place in thick blonde hair. You nuzzled your face into his neck, and he leaned down doing the same to you, his arms tightening around you, pulling you closer. “I want to take you somewhere,” he said, eventually. His voice still soft. “Where?” you hummed, pressing a few light kisses to his neck. “Just somewhere I used to go in the summer when I was younger,” he answered your question, pulling back and pressing a quick kiss to your lips, a kiss that felt so normal and domestic for something so new, it made heat rush to your cheeks. “Okay, what do I wear to this place?” you asked, looking down at the plain white t-shirt and worn out, denim shorts you’d thrown on when you woke to Camilla’s voice and hour or so earlier. “This is perfect, just wear a bathing suit underneath,” he said, placing a finger underneath your chin and tilting it up to meet him in a kiss. One kiss led to another, and then one more. It seemed you couldn’t stop yourself from leaning in for another as soon as one ended, and neither could William. His hand came back to your neck to hold you in place, and he hummed against your lips as he deepened the kiss. You stepped closer to him, moving your arms to circle around his waist, your hands moving over the muscles of his naked back. You opened your mouth slightly, letting him now you wanted more. He mirrored your move, his tongue meeting yours between your lips. One of his hands moved away from your hair, sliding down your back, stopping at the small of your back to push you closer to him - only staying there for a couple of seconds before it slowly fell to your ass, pushing you even closer. You moved your hands back up, your arms circling around his neck as you pushed up on your toes to kiss him harder. Your lips disappeared from yours when he suddenly squatted down, his hands moving to the backs of your thighs, taking you with him as he stood back up. You locked your legs around him while he took a few steps forward, pushing you up to the wall behind you. Your next kiss ended with him pulling away, pressing his forehead to yours - both panting. “Sorry, I got a bit carried away,” he breathed, a smile spreading on his lips. “No need to apologize,” you said, as a smile found its way to your lips as well. A breathy laugh escaped his lips, and his eyes squeezed together as he laughed, making your heart flutter. “You were taking me somewhere?” you asked, finding it smart to lead this somewhere else before you rushed into your need to feel each other’s bodies. “Yeah,” his voice still airy, as he leaned forward, pressing another kiss to your lips, before slowly letting you place your feet back on the floor. “So, let me just change into my bikini and we can go?” you said, still smiling up at him. He nodded, giddy smile on his lips as well. “Sorry,” he mumbled a few seconds later, when he realized that he was standing in your way. He sat back on the bed again, resting his elbows on his knees and putting his face in his hands. You squatted down in front of your suitcase - you’d been there for a week already, and had another week to go, but you still hadn’t gotten around to move your clothes into the empty drawers in the guest room. “Mm, not that one,” you heard William’s voice behind you, as you reached for your striped bikini. You turned your head to look at him with a puzzled look, but with a smile on your lips. His cheeks reddened as your eyes met his. Instead of asking what bikini he so clearly had wish for you to wear, you reached for the dark red one that laid underneath it and looked at him. He tilted his head to the side, apparently still not satisfied. You then reached up to the black one that hung over the top of your suitcase, as it was still a little damp when you’d last taken it off. His smile spread immediately, and he nodded - the blush not only spreading over his face, but his neck as well. “So, you have a favorite bikini of mine, huh?” you teased, grabbing the bikini and getting up to stand in front of him. He looked away, hiding his face in his hands. You poked his shoulder to get his attention, and instead of talking through the embarrassment of basically having bursted out the fact that - out of the five bikinis you’d brought with you on your trip to Sweden, the one that was the most revealing and resembled lingerie the most, was his favorite, he leant forward and circled your legs with his arms, throwing you into the bed - making you shriek. “No need to turn to violence, William,” you joked, swatting at his hands. He finally stopped trying to tickle you, as he rolled on top of you and nuzzled his face in your neck and hair. “It’s just looks really nice, okay? And it would be really cool if you wore that when I am allowed to look,” he said, stretching out his arms till he was looking down at you. It was your turn to blush now. “Have I allowed you to look?” you mocked, turning it back on him, making him roll his eyes. You pushed him to the side, almost off the bed, so that you could climb off. You walked towards the bathroom with the bikini in your hand. “Do not think that I haven’t caught you looking before,” you added, watching as his smile spread and his cheeks reddened again, before you locked the door to the bathroom behind you.

~

You felt like a teenager again. You felt like you were fourteen again, running around with your crush during the summer break. You found yourself getting jealous of William and his siblings who got to grow up in Sweden, spending every summer like this. You sat on the front of Camilla’s bike, which William had borrowed from the garage without asking. It had room for baggage on the back of it, where William had placed a big beach bag - which you also assumed that he’d borrowed from his mother. He had made you sit on the steer of the bike, and pinky swore that he wouldn’t crash. You remembered the cool kids in school would always do this when you were in middle school, how the popular girls would elicit high pitched screams and giggles as they’re popular boy crushes would let them sit on the steers of their bikes, how you’d wish you were cool enough. It took about 10 years, but you were finally cool enough. William had laughed and called you adorable when you told him your tough memories of middle school and not being cool enough to ride with the cool kids. After five minutes or so, you came to a stop. You both jumped off the bike and you followed William down a trail through a light forest. It was stunningly beautiful. A few minutes later you reached the place where William had wanted to take you - and your jealousy of your best friend and his siblings came back. He’d taken you to the lake where he’d spent his summers with his friends. You’d heard stories of this place. William pulled out a picnic blanket from the beach bag and laid it out on the grass by the lake, where you both sat down. There was a group of teenagers jumping from a cliff about 50 yards away from you, and a family or two a couple yards away from those again. Besides them, you were pretty much alone - at least on your side of the lake. “What do you think?” he smiled, looking at you look at the nature in front of you. “The view is gorgeous, Will,” you turned back to him, stunned, “Mm, I think this one is better, though,” he said, showing you his phone. You rolled your eyes at his statement when you saw what was adorning the screen of his iPhone. “I sent it to your mom,” he smiled, proud of himself. You couldn’t help but smile back. While you were caught up with admiring the view of the lake, he’d taken a picture of you with the amazing view in the background. It wasn’t the worst picture you’d seen of yourself either. “What did you write?” you asked, and he smiled. “Just ‘good morning’,” he said, “and a little heart emoji.” You rolled your eyes at him. “What? You know your mom and I are best friends, right? We text at least once a week,” he added, making you laugh. “And you’re not allowed to say anything, you are always plotting against me with my mom or my sisters,” he made a fair point. William had always put sunscreen on your back when you had asked him to. This time he didn’t complain first, though, and while he spent more than enough time rubbing it in, he told you how he’d worked on not seeming to eager when you asked. You’d laughed at him and he’d decided that the best way to stop you from mocking him was to pick you up and throw you in the lake. “I’m sorry, I just think it’s really cute and dorky of you,” you said, clinging to his body as he stood hips deep into the water, just barely holding you over the surface. The water was still a bit cold for your liking. “Dorky?” he exclaimed, once again threatening to throw you in. “I mean, it’s kind of what little boys do when they have a crush, also this, what you’re doing right now, is like that,” you tease - resulting in Willy walking further out into the lake.

“Excuse me, miss, I thought this thing we’ve got going on here, was a two-way street. And it is not like you’ve said anything during these years of friendship, either,” he, once again, made a fair point. “Okay, fine, I’ll stop making fun of you for liking me,” you said, making him laugh. You got used to the water’s temperature, and instead of making more fun of him, you pulled yourself up - your arms still around his neck - pressing your lips to his. You spent the next hours going in and out of the water, playing around like you were kids again, seeing who could swim under water the longest, swimming out to the middle of the lake, jumping from the big rocks - making out in the water, your legs locked around his middle, his arms roaming your body while your lips and tongues slotted together. To say that you were grateful for being alone at that part of the lake, was an understatement.

~

It was still light out, but the sun was no longer visible from your spot by the lake. Your hair was still damp, your bikini hung over the bikes steer to dry. Your damp hair left wet spots on William’s grey sweatshirt that you were wearing, the sweatshirt that he’d brought specifically for you because he knew that you’d get cold in the evening. You had your towel wrapped around your waist as you stupidly hadn’t brought underwear to wear when your bikini got wet. A fleece blanket laid across your laps as a still barebacked William leant forward, poking at the hot dogs he was grilling for you on the disposable grill he’d made Alex bring you.  “Can I ask you something?” he said after you’d sat in silence for a couple of minutes, the hot dogs long gone, and the disposable grill put out. “You can ask me whatever you want, Will,” you said softly, looking up at him from where you were positioned - your head on his chest, his arm around you and moving soothingly up and down your arm. 

“How long have you felt this?” he asked. You found it cute how he didn’t know what to call it, how he just emphasized instead. “How long have I been in love with you, you mean?” you asked, feeling brave - saying the words that you both hadn’t actually said out loud since you were both influenced by alcohol. “Yeah,” he breathed. You could hear that he was smiling when he spoke. You felt it when he pressed his lips to your temple. “I’m not really sure, but I think I’ve always had like a little crush on you,” you started, making him chuckle. You felt the blush spread on your cheeks, even if you weren’t really embarrassed. “I just remember that you leaving for Sweden after you were knocked out of the playoffs in 2017 really sucked. I hadn’t really seen you much prior to that because you were focused on the playoffs, and then you kind of shut me out when you lost, so I barely got to see you before you left for like 5 months. I think that was the first time that it hit me, that maybe I wanted more,” you told him. His other hand intertwined with the one you had placed on his torso. “I think I just pushed that to the back of my mind during the next season, and then you left for Sweden last year and you didn’t come back,” you remembered how you’d counted down the days till he’d be back. But then the contract negotiations just went on and on, and it felt like he’d never come back to you. “I’ve never told you this before, but  - I mean, I told you quite regularly that I missed you - but god damn it, I missed you so fucking much, I would sometimes cry, like if I was having a bad day,” you laughed at yourself, but William pulled you closer. “Aw, baby, I’m sorry,” he whispered. “It’s not your fault,” you said, knowing how hard it had been for him. “I would go to your place and I would steal one of the millions of leafs hoodies that are in your closet and then I would fall asleep in your bed,” you laughed again. “I knew you were there, you know. I saw you on snap map. It hit me that maybe you missed me like I missed you, so I didn’t say anything,” he said, his mouth so close to your temple that you could feel his lips moving against your skin. “One of those nights where I laid in your huge ass bed, in your giant sweatshirt that didn’t even smell like you anymore, crying because I missed you and I’d had a really shit week at Uni, I think I just realized that, you know, ‘this is not normal, this must be what it feels like to be in love with someone’,”   “Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked, his hand moving to the side of your face, making you look at him. “What? That I missed you so much that I would cry myself to sleep in your bed wearing your clothes?” you asked. It was almost painful to think about, and you thanked all the gods you could think of for the fact that this wouldn’t be a problem this year. “That, too. But I mean, that you felt that way,” he clarified. “Fear of rejection, I guess. I did not think that you felt the same way, that’s for sure. I mean, I don’t exactly look like all those Victoria Secret models you follow on Insta. So, I guess, it was just better to push it to the back of my mind than to risk losing you,” you told him, smiling as he cringed when you mentioned the models on Instagram. “Just to set the record straight before we continue this heartfelt conversation, I would much rather see you in anything Victoria Secret than those models on Instagram,” he gesticulated wildly as he said this, making you laugh. “I don’t doubt it, Mr. I prefer the most revealing bikini you own,” you teased, making heat rush to his cheeks again. He leaned in closer, kissing your cheek, before you turned your head to let him kiss your lips. He kissed you for a couple minutes before he pulled back, laying his head back down on the picnic blanket. “Funny how you mentioned the 2017 playoffs, actually,” he started. “I don’t know why I thought it was the right thing to just shut everyone out, to shut you out, because you were the only one I wanted to see. And that’s what it’s been like over the four years that I’ve known you, at least since I started considering you my best friend. I’ve always just wanted to see you whenever we took a though loss, playoffs or not. I wasn’t smart enough to realize it on my own, though,” he smiled at the last part. “I had so many people ask about us, and I said no every time, and then, I think it must’ve been Patty who asked when it was just me and him in the room, and I once again said no, but, you know how it is with him, he’s got this ‘caring dad-thing’ over him that makes you just want to, I don’t know, talk about your feelings? And he asked me if that’s what I wanted, and then I talked to him about it for like five minutes and it was the answer to all my questions,” he laughed. You knew about Patty’s ‘caring dad-thing’, you’d felt it too many times. “What do you mean by that?” you asked. “The fact that I was in love with you was the answer to everything. Why I couldn’t fucking keep a girlfriend for more than a month? She wasn’t you. And I felt so stupid for not understanding it when literally all I wanted was to be with you, it’s too fucking obvious. And then I just spent every day from like September 2017 up until yesterday pretending to not be in love with you in front of everyone but Patty,” he chuckled. “So, here comes the million-dollar question,” you warned, laughing. “Why didn’t you tell me?” you asked, making him smile. “Easy. You are way too good for me,” he answered simply. “What?” you were not expecting that to be his answer. “First of all, you’re like the most beautiful human being I’ve ever seen,” he started. “What? And you’re not?” you asked, almost laughing as you rolled around so that you could look at him. “I don’t really think that’s for me to judge,” he said, looking everywhere but in your eyes as his cheeks heated. “It’s not a good excuse for not telling me, Willy, honestly. You’re like... beautiful, cute and ridiculously handsome at the same time. And hot,” you felt your cheeks redden as well. William laughed, one hand coming up to cover his face. “Okay, second of all,” he started back up. “You are also ten out of ten in every other way, as well. I mean, you’re funny. Honestly, no one else can crack me up like you can. And you’re incredibly kind, to everyone. And you’re caring, you always take care of me when I’m hurt, and when I’m feeling down, no matter what it is that caused it. You just fix everything,” he rambles, and your chest flutters with love for him. “And you’re smart, like so smart it amazes me sometimes,” he said, making you laugh. “Will, I wish you could see that you’re all that, too,” you sighed, drawing a hand through his hair. “No, I’m not,” he protested, “I’m not always there for you. I go away for long periods of time, I push you away because I’m stupid - just last year I was away from you for like 8 months, too caught up in my own shit to make sure you were all right,” he said, his voice falling lower. You pushed yourself further up, pressing your lips to his. “I love you,” you whisper against his lips, kissing him again. “I love you,” he said, kissing you again. “I want what’s best for you, and I don’t think I’m what’s best for you,” he sighed. You pulled back a little, looking at him - shaking your head. “You’re what’s best for me. Period. And I know what I’m getting myself into, and it’ll be easier now, now that we can fully communicate what we’re feeling,” you said, and a smile finally tugged at his lips. He nodded. You were right. He pulled you into a kiss, his hand curling around the back of your neck. He kissed you deeply, rolling to his side, so that you were both laying on your sides, facing each other. He pulled you closer by your hip, his hand disappearing underneath the sweater that warmed your body. You parted your lips, letting your tongue meet his, your fingers tangling in his hair. Your kisses became heated, fast. It was clear that there had been years of suppressed feelings and sexual attraction between you. You tore your lips from his, moving to leave kisses down his neck. The feeling of his bare skin underneath your fingers and the sound of his labored breaths urged you on. His hands roamed your back, pulling you as close as possible, and you slung your leg over his in a desperate attempt at getting closer to him. You lifted your head back up to meet him in an openmouthed kiss as he pushed his thigh between yours. His hand followed your back down to your naked bum underneath the blanket, as the towel that had been wrapped around your hips had fallen down as a result of William pushing his thigh in between yours. He pushed his hips towards yours, and you both moaned into each other’s mouths. “Will, please do something,” you breathed, but quickly continuing your sloppy, but needy kisses. He rolled over you, kissing you harder as he pushed his thigh up, making you desperately arch your body into his. He moved his hand down your thigh, before retreating back to your side, making the space between your thighs free. He slowly let his hand find its way back up your thigh - on the inside this time - and you cursed at him for teasing you. “Fuck, you’re so wet,” he groaned as his fingers finally reached the place where you so desperately needed him most. You moaned, your body arching into his after every touch. His fingers slipped down your slit, and while he carefully followed your reaction with his eyes, he finally let his fingers sink into you. Your mouth fell open as a moan rolled off your tongue. You tightened your arm around Will’s neck, pulling him down to you, where you met in an openmouthed kiss. His tongue slotted against yours as his fingers moved in and out of you at a steady pace. When his thumb came up to give attention to your sensitive clit, your moans became more frequent and Will moved on to leave kisses down your neck. “I’m so close, Will,” you breathed, and he came back up to press his lips to yours, kissing you deeply as he twisted his fingers inside you. Your entire body arched into his as your orgasm washed over you, your forehead leaning against his as you couldn’t possibly concentrate on kissing him. You opened your eyes to see him watching you, his eyes following you closely. You felt your cheeks redden and you looked away, a smile growing on your lips. “Hey, don’t look away,” he said, smiling as well. You looked up at him with one eye still closed. “Why are you embarrassed?” he asked, making you shrug and pull him into a hug. “That was... really fucking hot,” he chuckled, leaving a kiss on your neck. You felt his hardness against your hip, and you pressed a kiss to his lips, your hand slipping back into his hair. He kissed you back immediately and you pushed up, making him roll to his back. He hummed against your lips as your hand moved down his torso - the hum turning into a groan when your hand covered the bulge in his shorts. “Shh,” he hushed, taking hold of your wrist and keeping it still. You looked up to the forest behind you, hearing voices becoming louder as they come closer. You looked back down at William, smiling as he with a disappointed expression pulled your hand away from his shorts. “I’ll make it up to you, I promise,” you whispered, kissing his cheek as you both sat up. You reached out to find your bikini bottoms dry, pulling them on while you were still under the blanket. “I hope everyone’s gone to bed when we get back,” he groaned, straining his neck to see a bunch of teenagers gathering near you with cans of beers in their hands. “I’m sorry to disappoint, but it’s only nine o’clock,” you chuckled, looking at the watch on your wrist. You quickly pack up all your things, pulling on your shorts and stepping back into your Birkenstocks. William pulled on a shirt and you made your way back. “Fuck, they’re all watching TV,” Will groan once you reach the gate leading up to the house. Through the window you could see them all gathered in the living room, the colors of the screen reflecting in the windows. There was no way you could sneak past them. “We’re not gonna be able to get away from them for a while,” William said, stopping on the porch, his hand on the door handle. “I know,” you smiled, pushing up on your toes to kiss him one last time before you exit the bubble the two of you had been in all day. “Hey, we just started a movie!” Michael told you once you both emerged from the hallway. “I’m just gonna go change, and I’ll be right down,” you said, as Will plastered a smile on his face and walked over to them. “Do you want us to press pause while you’re up?” Michael asked, sweetly. “No, it’s all good, I’ve seen it before,” you lied through your teeth, pretending to recognize the characters on the screen. The faster the movie was over, the better. You changed out of your denim shorts and your bikini bottoms and into actual underwear and a pair of comfortable shorts in a nice sweat pants like material - choosing to keep the hoodie William had borrowed you. When you came back down to the living room, your choices were sitting on the floor with Will’s sister or sharing the love seat with Will. You knew the best thing right now, for the both of you, would be to sit on the floor with Jaqueline, but still you found yourself sitting down in the love seat that didn’t really fit the both of you without you having to almost sit in William’s lap with his arm around you. His family didn’t bat an eye when you climbed into the chair, used to your affectionate behavior. And luckily, they’d turned their attention back to the movie when William at one point nuzzled his nose into your neck, especially when his free hand had made its way underneath your hoodie to rest on your waist. By the second half of the movie he was getting extremely impatient, you could hear him sighing behind you, his head leaning against your shoulder. When the movie finally ended, you made a show off yawning and stretching your arms over your head when you stood up, telling everyone that you were going to head to bed and wishing them a good night. William claimed to be just as tired, following you up the stairs. You heard at least two more talking about going to bed down stairs, and William grabbed your hand and quickly pulled you to his bedroom. You’d barely closed to the door behind you when William pulled you into him, pressing his lips to yours. One hand holding you close to him by your hip, the other cradling the back of your neck as he kissed you. You placed your hand on his hips as well, quickly letting them slide to his back and underneath his shirt, feeling his muscles moving beneath your fingers as his hands struggled to touch you and simultaneously hold you as close as possible. His tongue soon found its way into your mouth, and you found yourself moaning against his lips. This caused William to push his hips into yours and you could feel he was already hard – you weren’t really sure if he ever stopped being hard since the lake. As your fingers reach his hair, his came to your front, palming at your breast. You wanted to feel his skin against yours, letting your hands fall back down to his hips, feeling the thin material of his t-shirt between your fingers. You pulled away from his kiss and stepped back, lifting his shirt up and he immediately helped you get it off, throwing the shirt to the floor. You lifted your arms over your head and William immediately got the hint, taking hold of both your t-shirt and sweater, pulling it over your head letting them fall to the floor. You hadn’t bothered putting on a bra when you got back from the lake, something William seemed to be appreciating – his eyes on your chest as he reached out, placing his hands on your waist. His lips soon came back to yours, though, and your body was pulled flush against his. His hands slid to your back, fingers dancing across your lower back as you kissed – one hand sliding into the back of your loose shorts, his palm covering one of your cheeks. You moaned against his lips as he simultaneously squeezed your back side and pressed his hips to yours, his hardness against your lower stomach. You stepped back, your lips not leaving his, but your hand fell to the waist of his jean shorts, one finger hooked into the waistband and you slowly opened the button and zipper while Will impatiently whined against your lips. His bottoms fell to the floor and he kicked them to the side, where yours soon would follow. His hand slid down your thigh and he lifted your leg up to his hip, his own thigh pressing in between yours. Your mouth fell open as you gasped against his lips, and he moved on to kiss your neck. Your hand that previously had been roaming over his strong back, came back to his front and you let your palm cover the bulge in his boxers, adding pressure and enjoying the sounds erupting from his throat and how the vibrations felt against your neck. One of your hands made their way to his hair in the back of his neck and you got a good amount of his hair between your fingers, pulling him back to get your lips back on his – you were rewarded with another deep groan. You pulled your thigh from his and stepped up on your toes to deepen the kiss, his hand coming up to your neck to help your cause. You let your fingers move from his bulge to hooking inside the waistband of his boxers. He moaned against your lips again, as if he was begging you to rid him of his last piece of clothing. You smiled against his lips as you let your other hand fall to his hip as well, pulling down his boxers and letting them fall to the floor. While you wrapped your hand around his shaft, his hand went to the sides of your underwear, helping them fall of your hips and to the floor as well. Only seconds later his hand wrapped around your wrist, bringing your hand away from him, before quickly bending down and picking you up, leaving your underwear and all your other clothes behind on the floor as he turned and carried you towards his bed. He got into bed with you still in his arms, settling on the mattress with both his knees before letting you fall down on the soft white sheets. He fell forward, his outstretched arms breaking his fall on each side of your body. He came down, his lips touching yours as well as his hips. Now resting on one of his elbows, his other hand went under you, slipping down to your thigh and presses your body against his in search of friction. You moan into his mouth as he ground his hips into yours. “Will,” you moan, but it comes out more as a whine, a beg for him to do something. “Yeah, yeah,” he mumbled, more to himself than to you, you thought. He scrambled to move one his legs out from in between yours, his hand coming down to your center. His fingers slipped between your lips, two fingers sliding into you in one swift motion. When the first moan escaped your lips, he started a trail of kisses down your neck, hushing you with a soft chuckle. He captured your nipple between his lips, making it even harder for you to keep quiet as he worked on stretching you out. You put your hand in his hair and lightly pulled him up. “I’m ready,” you breathed, pressing your lips against his once he let go of your nipple that had been between his lips. “Fuck,” he moaned against your mouth, reaching out towards his nightstand. “It’s okay, it’s okay, I’m on the pill,” you say, half your words barely audible as your mouth moves against his. He repeats his previous curse, rolling his hips into yours. “You sure?” he asks, his mouth pressed to your neck as he talks. “Yes,” you breathe, letting your head fall back on the pillow when you feel the tip of his cock between your lips, pressing into you. Will’s head is rested on your shoulder as he stills, fully inside you. He leaves a few light kisses on your neck before he comes up, his head just an inch or two above your face. His hand comes up to push a strand of hair out of your face and behind your ear. “I love you,” he whispers, a smile tugging on his lips – the smile spreading to yours as he comes down to kiss you. “I love you, too,” you smile against his lips. He lets his hand fall back down to your thigh, he lifts it up to his hip, letting it rest on top of his as he moves one knee up to get to a better angle. Once he’s satisfied with the position, his hands come back up and he starts moving, his fingers moving over your upper body as he rolls his hips into yours. Your mouth fall open to the feeling of William finally moving – finally inside you. A soft moan rolled of your tongue, reminding Willy that he had to find a way to keep you quiet. He pressed his lips to yours, his tongue finding its way into your mouth. Your hands were all over his back, one hand moving up and into the hair in the back of his neck, letting your fingers disappear into thick, blond locks of hair. Suddenly he got up on both knees, holding on to you and bringing you with him as he got up, turned around and fell back on the bed with you on top of him. He didn’t stay down for long, sitting up and meeting your lips in an immediately heated kiss, his hands landing on your hips to help your pace as you start rolling your hips. As your movements become sloppier and less consistent, his thumb comes down to your clit. “Are you close, baby?” he asks in a hushed voice, leaving a few kisses down the side of your neck and to your shoulder. You nod, just barely getting out a ‘yeah’, leaning down and resting your forehead on his shoulder, your arms around him, holding on as your eyes clench shut. “Let go,” he breathes, his hot breath giving your shivers as it hits the wet spots from his kisses. You pick your head up and pull him back with the hand in his hair, pressing your lips to his in a hard kiss in an attempt to stay quiet as the feeling takes over and you fall over the edge. William’s arms wrap around you, pressing you to him as he thrusts up into you, helping you ride out your high. Once you’re on your way back down, he flips you back over, landing on top of you again. He ups the pace, thrusting into you a few more times to reach his own orgasm – collapsing on top of you in a mess of pants and soft moans.  His head is resting on your chest, your fingers tangled in his locks, while you both calm down – and then a little longer. He tilts his head slightly, pressing a few soft kisses to your neck before he slowly gets up on his elbows, pressing down into the mattress on each side of your body. A little smile is a tugging at his lips, and it sends your own into a full-blown grin – to which a soft laugh escapes his throat and he leans forward, attacking your cheeks with kisses. You turn your head to meet his kisses with your lips and you end up spending a few minutes sharing sweet, happy kisses. “Hey, let’s take a quick shower,” he smiles, poking your cheek. “Yeah, that sounds like a good idea,” you hum, reaching out for him to take your hand and help you up once he’s out of the bed. He pulls you up but doesn’t move, instead leans down to place another kiss on your lips and wrap his arms around your waist, lifting you up and carrying you to the bathroom when your wrap yours around his neck. You giggle softly as he refuses to let you down, turning on the shower while still holding you up – not letting your feet hit the ground until the water is at a nice temperature and you’re in the shower. You spend a few minutes in there leant against his chest as the water rinses your bodies of sweat, and sex, and dirt from the lake. He helps you wash your hair, and it’s not long until he wraps you in a big, soft towel. “Do you want me to go on a quick toothbrush run across the hallway?” he asks, sweetly. You laugh at how cute he looks with his own toothbrush hanging out of the side of his mouth as he speaks. You nod and he’s out the door, holding onto the towel he’s got wrapped around his hips as he runs to the guest room to get you your toothbrush. He’s back in seconds, holding out your toothbrush in front of him. “I mean, I could’ve gone myself but thanks,” you giggle, pushing up on your tippy toes to press a kiss to his cheek. “Mm, but I can get caught naked in the hallway in the middle of the night without it being weird. You can’t,” he says, pulling you closer to him by your waist. “And clothes are not an option right now,” he adds, making you laugh again. You’re swaying back and forth, his arms wrapped around you as you lean against his body. He’s humming and you’re enjoying the feeling of his soft skin against your cheek. His hands come up to the towel that’s wrapped around your head, undoing it and then starts to dry your hair while you peacefully lean against him looking up at him and leaving a few kisses on his scruffy jaw. His smile widens when he hears you yawn. “Let’s go to sleep, yeah?” he kisses your cheek. You nod and he leaves your hair towel on the bathroom before following you back into the bedroom. He makes sure to pull back the sheets before dropping the towel on the ground and climbing in. You let go of yours as well, smiling as he taps the spot next to him. You feel slightly insecure as you’re about to climb over him completely naked, but when he grabs your hips to steady you and looks up at you with the look of complete adoration in his eyes, you forget it all. You lay down, resting your head on his arm that is stretched out only for you to use it as a pillow. He pulls you into him before grabbing the sheets and pulling it up until it covers your chests. “You are so beautiful,” he whispers as his fingers are brushing through your damp hair, your eyes struggling to keep open. A smile that’s never really been fully gone all day spreads on your lips, and you open your eyes to see him smiling as well. You pull yourself closer to him with the arm that you’ve got resting on his torso, nuzzling into his neck. “I love you,” you breathe, sighing peacefully when you listen to him repeat the words back to you, thinking that you’ve never felt more comfortable.

~

You wake to the sound of Camilla bursting into Williams room, expecting to wake her son - and only her son - for breakfast, before she would move on to a light knock on the door to the guest room to wake you. But instead she found you there as well, in his bed - in his arms, nothing but naked shoulders and intertwined legs sticking out from the light comforter. “Oh!” she says, surprised, a smile quickly spreading to her lips. “Mom...” William whined, pulling the comforter up to make sure your naked chest was covered - there had definitely been some side boob, squeezed between yours and William’s chests, showing. “Oh, don’t worry! This is good,” she gesticulated, her arms moving in your direction. “I’m just glad you two finally figured it out,” she added excitedly, backing out the door whilst your cheeks reddened against William’s chest. “Oh, and get up, there’s breakfast in the garden!” “Oh god,” you mumbled into Will’s chest, moving your arm that had been stretched out over his torso up to slide around his neck, pulling yourself up and hiding your blushing cheeks in the crease between his neck and his shoulder. “I should’ve known that would happen,” he groaned. “I’m sorry,” he added, his hand coming up to your shoulder. “It’s okay,” you sat up slightly, leaning on your forearm, your head just a few inches over his. “Let’s look at the bright side, now we don’t have to tell them, everyone will know before we even get down there,” you told him, making him laugh. “They probably already know by now,” he laughed, and you patiently waited for his laugh to calm down before you leant down and met his lips in a smiling kiss. His hand came up to your face as he kissed you back, the kiss quickly deepening. William pushed up, making you fall to your back - him quickly following you by climbing over you, his thigh moving between yours. You opened your mouth, your tongue meeting his as his hand moved down your side, stopping to massage your breast, before moving on to the back of your thigh. He took hold of your thigh, bringing your knee up to his hip, his thigh sliding up between your legs, making you moan against his lips. “Fuck,” William pulled back, pressing his forehead to yours. “I want you so bad,” he breathed, making another wave of want for him crash at the pit of your stomach. You arched you back, leaning up to press another openmouthed kiss to his lips. “We should probably stop,” you panted, “your mom will probably come back if we don’t show up soon,” you added. William sighed but nodded, pressing a quick kiss to your lips before he climbed out of bed, his hand immediately moving over his very erected member as he made his way to the bathroom. You got up too, realizing all your clothes from last night where spread out over the floor. “Oh god, Will, my thong is literally right by the door... next to your boxers,” you hid your face in your hands, thinking about what his mother had seen. “I don’t think it would have made a difference, you were pretty clearly naked on top of me - wouldn’t have to be a rocket scientist to understand what we were up to last night, not even my mom,” he stopped his ramble when he saw your reflection in the mirror, fully dressed in your shorts and the hoodie you’d borrowed from Will when you’d gotten cold by the lake. “She didn’t have to see my dirty panties, though,” you said, leaning in the doorway. He shrugged. “You having trouble with that?” you nodded towards the obvious bulge in his shorts. William looked down at his crotch, as if to judge his situation. “It won’t go away,” he said, dramatically. You walked over to him, leaning your back to the sink, looking up at him. “How long do you think it would take me to get rid of it for you?” you smirked, making his mouth fall open. “Not long,” he breathed, his voice low. Before he could think of his next move, you’d slung one arm around his neck, pressing your lips to his - your other hand moving into his loose shorts, taking hold of his erection. William groaned against your lips and you moved down, leaving a few kisses on his neck before completely falling to your knees, pulling his shorts down and placing the head of his dick on your tongue. His hand came down to hold your hair back and you took him into your mouth. He was right, it didn’t take you long to get rid of it - only a couple of minutes of your lips around his cock and your hand alternating between his shaft and his balls before he came down your throat with a deep moan. “You’re going to be the death of me,” he mumbled, more so to himself, when you got back up to your feet and wiped your mouth with the back of your hand – smiling.

~

You felt a small ball of anxiety build in your chest as you walked through the opened French doors and out into the garden to where William’s entire family was waiting. You didn’t know how to act, if you should act like nothing had changed or if you wanted to die and disappear into a hole in the ground, so you just kind of strategically walked behind Willy, so that no one would be able to see your face. Your plan wasn’t exactly long term, though, as you couldn’t really hide behind him once you got to the table. It was all fine, though, until you ended up sitting down right across the table from Alex who met your anxious eyes with a huge, shit-eating grin. It was at that point that your cheeks decided to flare up into an aggressive red and not just the one, but both Nylander brothers laughed at you. You couldn’t stop from laughing yourself, but you sunk down in your chair, both hands raising to cover your face as you laughed with the rest of the table that had now joined in. The laughter died down and William put his hands under your arms, comedically pulling you back up in your chair before leaning over and placing a quick kiss to your forehead – to which Alex decided to elicit a loud and overdramatic “Awww, so cute!” “Really, Alex? Like you haven’t seen that a hundred times before,” William shook his head at his little brother, chuckling. A kiss on the forehead wasn’t new and every person around this breakfast table had seen it before. In fact, William wasn’t even the only one around said table to have kissed you on your forehead. “Oh, but now I know the meaning behind it,” he said, equally as dramatic – even laying his hand over his heart as he said it, making both you and William, and everyone else roll your eyes. “Give me a break, Alex,” you said, shaking your head as well and turning back to what you were here for in the first place, picking a slice of bread from the basket that Camilla held towards you and Willy.    “On a more serious note, when did this happen?” Camilla asked, somehow being able to scold her youngest son and simultaneously sound joyous over yourself and her oldest son. “I don’t know, like… thirty hours ago?” William said, poking at your phone that laid on the table between your plates to see the time. “Thirty hours ago?” Camilla repeated with a confused look on her face. “So, that’s what was so funny you had to keep me awake for it in the middle of the night?” Alex asked, amused. You and Willy both nodded, chuckling as you thought back to giggling in the hammock two nights ago. “Well, I think it was worth keeping Alex up,” she adds, sending you a warm and welcoming smile as your cheeks reddens again and William’s arm wrap around your shoulders.  

[azaraspirit]

title? i dont have one lol

this started as a self indulged smut fic so i wasnt planning to write this much but i had a hard time stopping lol i may write a part two with more smut.

warnings: none its all fluff and smut. maybe a tiny bit of angst if you look hard enough

words: 2293

tagging: @keepingupwiththeparkers @mcuspidey @starksparker @fanboy-tom @spideypeach

*

Tonight was the last night you and Tom had together for the next three months as he was going to film yet another movie. You proud as hell of him but at the same time you wish he wasn’t leaving. It was selfish of you it felt like but he was your boyfriend after all. You were gonna miss him.

“Let’s make the most of this evening yeah darling?” Tom’s voice was husky and deep.

You were smelling the flowers Tom bought for you-a rather large bouquet of your favorites, filling your room with the sweet scent of lilies.

You turned around to face Tom who approached you. He laced your fingers with his, lightly pressing your foreheads together. “Gonna miss you, love.”

“Me too.” You tried not to cry.

“It’s gonna be busy as hell. Probably won’t be able to see you y/n till I get back...”

“It’s okay, Tommy.”

“Let me make this night rememberable yeah?”

Tom kissed you softly, making you moan. You wrapped your arms around him as his tongue played with yours. God you were gonna miss him.

You jumped onto his waist and he had no problem holding you. He carried you back to the bedroom, closing the door behind him with his foot. He never stopped kissing you the whole time, your lips already sore but you didn’t care.

Tom went from your lips to your jawline then to your neck, making sure to leave marks that will last.

“Tommy please…” you begged.

Tom smirked. “Tonight is all about you, love.” he said meeting your eyes again. “I’ll give you anything you want. All you have to his ask.”

Your fingers curled around his shirt and he understood. Tom slipped it off and you whimpered seeing his beautiful collar bone that were infatuated with for some reason.

“I want you. Nice and slow.”

Tom smirked. “My favorite.”

He kissed you again as he undressed you. By the time you both were nude you were soaked.

“Ready darling?”

You nodded. Tom lined himself up and gently pressed himself inside of you after slipping on a condom. He leaned over you, kissing your neck and lips as he began to thrust nice and slow just as you requested. Your drenched walls clenched around his manhood. He already found your clit and held his tip there in place.

“Gonna miss you love.” he murmured between peppered kisses on your neck.

“You’re so beautiful.”

You were seeing stars as you experienced your first but not the last orgasm of the night.

It didn’t take long for you to resemble a leopard with purple bruises left by Tom’s mouth.

He tended to your breasts, sucking and biting on your petals making your toes curl. Something told you neither of you were getting much sleep tonight.

Tom continued to praise you, saying how much he was gonna miss you and how he would think about you.

Tom paused as he hovered over you, panting. You were both sweaty and out of breath.

“I love you so much, darling.” Tom brushes his thumb over your cheek.

You blinked tears from your eyes as you smiled up at him. “I love you too, Tommy.”

He kissed you for knows how many times that night. “Maybe you can visit me yeah?”

You sniffed, nodding. You kissed his bicep. “I want to ride you.”

He smirked. “You sure?”

You nodded again. You switched positions as you were now sitting on Tom’s waist. He gripped yours as you began to move up and down on his dick. You moaned as your eyes were closed. This was absolutely one your favorite positions. You loved seeing him unravel underneath you. You leaned over as you thrust some more, Tom squeezing your breasts. You moaned out his name.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, y/n.”

You moaned in response, seeing stars. You paused, taking a breath but his dick still inside of you.

Tom admired you from below as he smiled. “Done yet?” he smirked.

“I don’t think so” you smirked back.

*

Taking a break, Tom leaned over and grabbed his phone.

“What are you doing?” you asked as you were still nude, the sheet poorly covering your body. “Taking a photo. Not gonna wanna forget this beautiful sight.”

“Thomas.” you scolded, covering yourself up. “You serious? What if someone finds your phone and sees them! Or what if you accidentally send them to someone?!”

Tom chuckled. “I won’t darling, trust me. Please?” He pouted his lip and gave you those puppy dog eyes that you couldn’t resist and he knew it.

You sighed. “Only if I get some of you.”

“Deal.”

You were out of your comfort zone as you posed nearly nude for Tom. He smiled and praised you as he clicked away. Your confidence build up just enough to fully remove the sheet. “Beautiful.” he said, taking a pic.

You giggled. “Okay this is kinda fun. But I swear to god Tom if Harrison or anyone sees these…”

“Darling relax. I’ll hide them in my phone. I promise.”

You sighed. “You better.” You held up your phone. “Now it’s my turn.”

Tom smirked. You lost count on how many racy photos you took of Tom. “Why do you have so many of my collar bone?”

he asked.

“Because it’s gorgeous.” you giggled.

“Hm okay?” He kissed your forehead, still not understanding. “It’s getting rather late, y/n. We should sleep a few hours at least.”

“I guess…” You put your phone away and turned to face him. “I’m really going to miss you, Tom especially after tonight.”

He smiled. “I know darling. But we can do it.” He pulled you close to his bare chest, covering you both with the sheet. “Shhh. Sleep now.”

*

You couldn’t stop crying as you got ready to head to the airport. Tom tried his best to calm you down but it was useless. It was three months. You wouldn’t see him for three months. He says you would visit but that was highly unlikely so you don’t get your hopes up. You loved that he was acting but sometimes but a damper on your relationship. Now your glad you took those pics of Tom last night because you were definitely going to use them later.

You and Tom held hands as you approached the private plane which you were grateful for. You couldn’t handle the paparazzi right now. You gave Jacob a big hug who was going with Tom. They shared their weird handshake. Jacob went inside as you and Tom were still just outside the stairwell. You kept it to yourself  that you jealous of Jacon going and not you. But you weren’t an actor. Just Tom’s girlfriend.

“Please don’t cry, love. I’ll be back before you know it.”

You sniffed. “If you stay any longer, your director will feel my wrath.”

Tom laughed. “I promise. Not a day passed the schedule.”

He caressed your face. You gazed in his gorgeous eyes, remembering that beautiful golden honey color that you fell in love with the moment you first met him.

“I love you so much, baby.” He spoke with such a gentle tone, almost like a lullaby.

“I love you too, Tommy.” you sniffed. You played with his curls. They would most likely be gone by the time he returned. You smiled. You loved them so much. You felt his soft skin and his collarbone that peeked out from his V-neck shirt. You wrapped your arms around him, smelling his cologne. He hugged you back, his hand on your head. You felt his lips press against your forehead. You two stood there just like that for what felt like hours.

You reluctantly pulled away. Tom looked up at the plane and you understood that it was time for him to leave. “Don’t fall in love with any costars while you’re gone.” you joked, knowing he wouldn’t.

“I’d only leave you for Jake Gyllanhal.” he teased that made you laugh.

“Well he is rather dreamy.”

Tom held your face in his hands again, foreheads pressed. “Gonna miss you so fucking much.” he murmured.

“Me too.”

He gently kissed you on the lips, fresh tears falling from your eyes as well as Tom. You pulled him closer to you. Heat spread all over your body as the kiss deepened. It lasted a lifetime before he pulled away.

“I have to go.” he said solemnly.

“Be safe. Get lots of sleep.”

“I will. I promise.”

He pecked you on the lips one more time before he headed for the plane. You felt cold when his hand departed your own. He looked at you one last time, the tears still streaming down his face as the stairs lifted and Tom disappeared. You waited there seeing the plane take off. You knew dating Tom wasn’t going to be easy but you went after him anyways. But you had no idea you would have loved this much. This hurt far more than you could have ever imagined. You missed him already and he just left. These next few months were going to be the hardest of your life.

It was a few days before Tom managed to call you. He sent you texts saying he landed safely.

“Hey, baby.” he greeted on the other end. You could imagine his smile. God you missed his voice. You were wet already. “Hey, Tommy.”

“You doing okay?” he asked.

“Yeah. I stole one of your hoodies.” You were currently cuddled on the couch wearing said hoodie, smelling it.

Tom scoffed. “I knew you would so I left you your favorite one.”

“Thank you, baby. How’s filming?”

“Awesome. I’m trying to get as much done as we can.”

“Tell me you’re getting your eight hours?” you chimed.

“Hmm more like six.”

“Tommy.” you sighed.

“I know, baby, I know. But we have a lot of late nights.”

“You promised.”

“Okay, okay. I’ll tell my director alright?”

“You better.”

“How’s Tess?”

“She misses you. She lays on your side of the bed.”

“You both like the way I smell.” Tom teased.

You giggled. “It’s the cologne.”

“I’m sorry but I have to go. They’re done with my make up.”

“I hope they go easily on the eyeshadow.” you teased.

“Very funny, y/n. That’s not the kind of makeup and you know it.”

“I really miss you Tommy” you told him.

“I miss you too. Like a lot. I gotta go okay? I love you, y/n.”

“I love you more.”

“I don’t think so.”

You and Tom finally managed to hang up. As figured he wasn’t getting his sleep. You loved that boy but he had a hard time with self care, mostly with getting enough sleep. He always put everyone he loved and his job first so he seemed to have little love left for himself. But that’s where you came in. You made sure he got his sleep and drank water and not overschedule himself. Honestly you wondered how the boy was even still alive before he met you. You started out as his assistance but things quickly heated up between the two of you. You knew him for less than a year before you two started dating. It’s already been six months since then and this was the first time he’s been away for more than a couple weeks.

A few weeks later Jacob texted you and he said there was a chance for you to visit while the directors were reviewing and editing what they filmed for trailers. Would take a week. You hopped on the chance, not telling Tom.

You took the first flight you could, packing a bag and Tess. You nagged Jacob to death making sure Tom had no idea. He was certain.

You met up with Jacob who picked you up from the airport. “Hey, bud!” you greeted, hugging him.

“Tom is gonna freak.” he grinned. “He’s asleep right now.”

“Perfect!” you chimed.

You and Jacob caught up on the ride over here. Apparently Tom talked about you a lot. You blushed, feeling more loved than ever.

You and Jacob entered the house they were renting at the time for filming. It was rather nice and had a view of the ocean. You barely noticed because you were too busy running up the stairs to see Tom. Tess was right behind you.

You paused for a moment when you reached the door. “Ready girl?” you asked her. She did a low bark.

You quietly opened the door and sure enough Tom was passed out on the bed. You felt bad for waking him up considering you wanted him to get his sleep. But this was a special occasion.

“Go get him.” you told her.

Tessa barked and ran towards the bed, jumping on it. She stood right over Tom, licking him. You giggled.

“Tess? What the fuck? How-” He froze when he sat up, seeing you. Tess licked him repeatedly.

“Hey, Tommy.” you giggled.

“How-”

“Jacob helped. He said you had some time off. Thought I’d come say hi.”

Tom flew off the bed and embraced you, twirling you off the floor. You were both laughing, Tess barking happily. Tom gazed at you, his eyes sparkling with joy. He stroked your cheeks. “Y/n…”

You pulled on his shirt, bringing him into a kiss. Can’t believe it’s been two months since you two kissed.

Tess jumped in between you, making you pull apart. You bent down to pet her, Tom doing the same. “Someone is jealous.” you smiled.

“Sorry girl.” Tom said, scratching her favorite spot behind her ear.

“How about we take a walk on the beach?” you suggested, looking back at Tom.

He smiled. “I’d love that more than anything.”

[stereksecretsanta]

Merry Christmas, @theydraggedmein!

I hope you enjoy this little fluffy piece that I wrote for you. I didn't manage to tick all the boxes on your wishlist, but some of them at least.

I wish you an amazing holiday with lots of love and warmth!

Read on AO3

*****

vivaldi

Chapter 1

Stiles returns to Beacon Hills a mild afternoon in April, with absolutely zero warning. Derek only finds out when he hears the unmistakable, clunky noise of the Jeep’s engine making its way up the driveway. The Jeep has been safely tucked away in the Stilinskis’ garage during the four years Stiles has been with the FBI, but Derek would recognize it anywhere.

He steps out on the porch right when the Jeep turns around the bend and becomes visible through the thick branches, just when Stiles’ slightly elevated heartbeat becomes audible. Derek is pretty sure that he would recognize that anywhere as well.

The car slides to a stop, the driver’s side door is kicked open and Stiles spills out of it, arms raised.

“Surprise!” He exclaims, loud and cheerful in a stark contrast to the otherwise serene and quiet woods bracketing the rebuilt Hale house.

Derek’s eyebrows shoot up his forehead, arms crossed over his chest. Undeterred, Stiles slams the door to the Jeep shut and bounds up the steps.

“I can’t believe you finished it, it looks great!” He says, eyes flickering over the white panels and sturdy wooden beams. “The pics don’t really do it justice.”

He’s older. No longer a teenager. His eyes aren’t as tired as before, like when he left. Derek recognizes the journey he made himself when leaving Beacon Hills in the joyous twist of Stiles’ lips. He’s been healing.

Stiles is grinning when he slaps a hand down on Derek’s shoulder and then promptly invites himself inside. Derek is momentarily frozen in place, unaccustomed to Stiles’ whirlwind energy after so much time spent apart. Stiles, however, does not pause. By the time Derek gets moving, Stiles is already collapsed on the couch, reverently stroking the fabric of the decorative velvet pillows while waxing poetic of their plushyness.

Derek clears his throat and there’s a lot he’d like to say, a lot he’d like to ask, but only one thing that comes out.

“How long are you staying?”

Stiles looks up and his features softens knowingly.

“Forever, dude. I’m here for good.”

Derek’s heart swells.

Chapter 2

If anyone had told Derek that he would meet his untimely demise by a leprechaun attack, he would’ve snorted in disbelieving derision. Witches? Sure, seems legit. Pixies? They do have very sharp teeth, so he wouldn’t rule them out. Leprechauns? Not a chance. Just no. Which is why he’s equal parts baffled and frustrated while he’s being dragged across the forest floor by no less than five, knee-high leprechauns, bleeding profusely from a head injury after they had tossed that big rock at his face.

He would get up, has tried to many times, but as soon as he lifts his head off the ground his vision swims and his stomach twists into nauseous knots. Their small, grubby hands are clasped tight enough around his arms and legs that he can feel the skin bruise and try to heal itself over and over again. He’s not sure why his head isn’t attempting to do the same. Or maybe it is, but the wound is too severe. He might never find out, considering how the leprechauns are currently chattering about how best to cook him.

Derek supposes that this will be his legacy. The wolf eaten by leprechauns. Just his luck.

There are drums in the distance. He had not heard them earlier, due to the pounding in his head, but there’s definitely drums and they’re drawing nearer, judging by how the sound gets louder and louder by the minute.

Derek closes his eyes, shuts out the tree tops gently swaying up above and tries to ignore how twigs and dirt prick at his skin while he gets dragged over the ground. He’s feeling cold, despite it being one of the hottest days this year.

He thinks of Cora. He thinks of Isaac, of Scott, of Liam and Mason. He thinks of Chris Argent of all people. Mrs McCall and the Sheriff. Lydia. Malia.

Most of all he thinks of Stiles. Of Stiles and his pitter patter heartbeat and of what he wouldn’t do to hear it one more time. The way it always seems to pound a little bit faster than anything or anyone around him, almost always betraying his every thought. Honest, even when the words leaving his lips aren’t.

If he really concentrates, digs deep into his mind, he can almost hear it over the ache in his head and the drums, so loud now that they nearly overpower all of his senses. But Stiles’ heartbeat is there, in the back of his head, soothing him.

Derek opens his eyes and squints up at the bright, blue sky. They’ve stopped and the leprechauns have released his arms and legs. They’re in a clearing and when he hazards lifting his heavy head off the ground, he finds himself surrounded by what must be at least twenty leprechauns. Half of them are banging on the drums in an ominous rhythm.

But Stiles’ heartbeat is still there, faster and louder than anything else. It’s a comfort. One of the leprechauns, who wears a headgear resembling a crown of thorns and leaves, raises a blade towards the sky with two outstretched hands and Derek has the time to think that this truly is it. He’s too weak to get up, too weak to fight or even attempt to flee. He’s really going to be the wolf eaten by leprechauns.

He closes his eyes and lets out a shuddering breath, searching for that familiar thump thump to accompany him. Only this time, the heartbeat has picked up pace. It’s almost dangerously fast and Derek frowns when another noise breaks through the deafening sound of the drums. It takes him a second to identify them as rapidly approaching footsteps.

He tries to stave off the hope which flares in his chest, but that’s right when Stiles charges into the clearing with a hoarse war cry which Derek can’t wait to tease him about once they get out of this situation.

The leprechauns clearly haven’t expected Stiles, because they scatter in panic around his feet. The drums are dropped and the crowned leprechaun turns just in time to see Stiles raise a sword, and where the fuck did he get that from, over his head and slices it in two.

The crown drops from the leprechaun’s head and everything in the clearing stills. Nineteen pair of beady wide eyes turn to watch Stiles, who’s breathing hard with the sword still held high. He looks as wide-eyed as the rest.

“I’m the king now, leprebitches.”

Derek would roll his eyes if he didn’t think that it would actually finish him off.

What follows is chaos. The leprechauns swarm Stiles and Derek is too weak to do anything about it. All he can do is listen to the cacophony of screams, Stiles’ steady stream of curses and the violent noise of steel meeting flesh. He’s so tired, so incredibly tired, but as long as he hears Stiles’ heartbeat, he feels hope.

“Derek? Derek!”

Derek opens his eyes, which he doesn’t remember closing. Stiles is kneeling by his side, face flushed and chest heaving with exertion. His forehead is sweaty and his deputy uniform is covered in garish green leprechaun blood. There’s a cut across his cheek, but it’s the only injury Derek can see. The clearing is a leprechaun massacre.

“There you are, big guy,” Stiles says, a tremulous smile on his lips and he sags with relief, but his worried hands keep hovering over Derek’s body. “The others are on their way. What did they do to you?”

“My head,” Derek murmurs, lifting a weak arm off the ground to gesture towards it.

Stiles leans forward and cups his cheek, eyes scanning Derek’s head. Blood drains from his face at the sight of it, which probably isn’t a good sign.

“Jesus fucking christ, that’s a big hole.”

Derek lets his head loll into Stiles’ gentle hand. It’s warm against his clammy cheek.

“It wasn’t healing,” he says.

“And it is now?” Stiles sounds doubtful, but Derek can feel it now, can feel the warmth spreading from Stiles’ palm. Soon he’ll feel the heat of the July sun again, soon the pounding in his head will stop.

“Mm.”

“I’ll believe that when I see it. Now, where the fuck are they…?”

Stiles makes a move as if he’s going to get to his feet and look around, but Derek clasps his wrist with energy he doesn’t really have to keep Stiles close.

“Don’t.”

The look Stiles gives him is one he can’t interpret. It’s calculating, wistful and soft all at once. Derek doesn’t know what it means, but at least Stiles has stopped moving.

“Alright,” he agrees and settles fully against Derek’s side. “But they better hurry.”

Stiles is a bundle of nerves, of anxiety and worry, his gaze flickering through the trees. Derek finds himself soothing his thumb over the pulsepoint in his wrist.

“Who gave you a sword anyway?” Derek asks.

The corner of Stiles’ mouth twitches.

“Craigslist.”

Chapter 3

They’ve been working in the garden all day, outside in the crisp October air. The sun has been bathing them in light from a clear blue sky, which made the chilly breeze almost unnoticeable, but brought a blooming red shade to Stiles’ cheeks and the tip of his nose. He should’ve worn a jacket, or at least the woollen hat Lydia had gotten him for Christmas last year. Derek thinks it’s cute on him, the way his hair sticks out beneath it, but he’s never told him as much.

Leaf piles, evidence of the day’s work, are scattered neatly across the lawn. Stiles asked him more than once if Derek didn’t want to change into his other skin and play among the yellows and browns. He only cackled when Derek growled in retaliation.

By the time the sun starts to set, Stiles is ready to call it quits and Derek isn’t very far behind.

“Come oooon!” Stiles moans pathetically while attempting to drag Derek by the arm up the stairs of the back porch. “You promised me a hot beverage if I helped you out and I have received exactly ZERO hot beverages!”

Derek could stand firm a little while longer, just to tease him, but can’t help giving in to Stiles’ attempt of puppy eyes. It’s not even that cute.

“Alright, alright, stop whining.”

They make their way inside and toe off their dirty shoes by the backdoor as to not muddy up the floors. The kitchen is just around the corner, the windows opening up towards the garden. Stiles, after having washed his hands in the kitchen sink, hop up onto the counter and looks at Derek with poorly hidden excitement.

It’s a good look on him. Derek ducks his head into the pantry, worried that his affection might be written across his face.

“What are you going to make?” Stiles asks.

“I distinctly remember someone demanding pumpkin spice lattes, or he wouldn’t have showed up,” Derek replies and levels Stiles with an unimpressed stare once he’s gathered the spices (and his stupid emotions) from the cupboard.

Stiles crows victoriously and proceeds to fill the kitchen with chatter while Derek prepares their drinks. He speaks of his last shift at the station, of the grimoire he recently got his hands on, of a YouTube video on how to best sharpen your sword and the ugly-enough-to-be-cute, three-legged pug he had seen when he visited Scott at the vet clinic the other day. The words wash soothingly over Derek and he hums and awes at all of the appropriate times, successfully keeping Stiles going up until the point where he hands Stiles is mug. It’s Stiles’ favorite mug, the one with Yoda on it.

Stiles’ fingers brush across Derek’s when taking the mug.

“Thanks, Derek,” he says, giving him a grateful smile.

“You’re welcome,” Derek replies and takes a sip from his own mug.

Not for the first time, he thinks about kissing Stiles. Not for the first time, he doesn’t. Instead he lets Stiles pick up wherever he left off, he hums and awes at all the right times, and wonders what his life would be like if he dared to ask for the things he wanted.

Chapter 4

They decide to celebrate Christmas at Derek’s house, as per Stiles’ suggestion. It makes the most sense, he had argued, considering the size of the pack and the fact that Derek’s house is far bigger than anyone else’s. Derek plays hard to get, but only for a minute or so, considering that he can’t deny the warm feeling in his chest when just thinking about the house being filled with people, food and laughter.

There’s little less than a week until Christmas Day when Derek hears the telltale noise of the Jeep’s engine coming up the driveway. Derek hasn’t done much in terms of decoration, but he’s put a wreath up on the door at least. He should’ve known that wouldn’t be enough for Stiles.

Derek puts the book he had been reading away just as Stiles stomps up the porch steps, and gets to his feet when there’s banging on the door.

“Come out, loser, we’re going Christmas tree chopping!”

Derek rolls his eyes just before opening the door. Stiles is practically bouncing with excitement, his woollen hat pushed down on his head and the biggest grin on his face.

“What?” Derek says, leaning against the door frame.

“Don’t pretend like you didn’t hear me, asshole,” Stiles replies and gives him a light shove. “You and I are going to traipse out in the forest and get ourselves a Christmas tree. I have an axe . I am ready. ”

“Who keeps giving you weapons?” Derek questions with a concerned frown, but he still reaches out to get his jacket. He shrugs it on on his way out the door.

“Excuse you, I’m an honorable officer of the law, I think I can handle an axe.”

They bicker on their way into the woods, until they’re swallowed by the stillness of the trees and Stiles becomes hyper-focused on eyeing every evergreen they come across from top to bottom. He informs Derek that he has measured the assigned Christmas tree space in the living room exactly, of how ‘thicc’ he wants the tree to be and which shade of green which would best compliment Derek’s eyes. Derek’s not sure how that’s relevant, but is weirdly flattered.

Over an hour passes before Stiles finds the one. It’s a tree they’ve walked past at least three times now, which Derek points out, but Stiles simply shushes him.

“No, this is the one,” Stiles assures him. “Can’t you see that it’s a sign that we keep coming back to it? Like, sure, some of the others might seem more shiny or prettier from afar, but this has character. It has soul.”

“It’s a tree, Stiles.”

“Don’t listen to him, baby,” Stiles coos at the tree after giving Derek the stink-eye. “You’re beautiful.”

They chop the tree down. ‘They’ here means that Stiles took one swing with the axe, feigned a strain in his shoulder and promptly handed it over to Derek. Derek of course then has to carry the damn tree all the way back to the house. He would be annoyed, but Stiles’ excited grin makes all the frustration melt away.

By the time they’re back home and Derek has propped the tree up against the wall while working up the nerve to ask Stiles inside for hot cocoa, Stiles’ phone chirps.

“Oh, I’ve got to go,” Stiles says, face twisting in an apologetic grimace. “I promised Scott we’d take care of some last minute gifts today and he just got off work.”

“That’s fine,” Derek replies neutrally.

“I’ll be back tomorrow with ornaments so we can decorate it!” Stiles promises, nudging Derek’s shoulder to lure his lips into a smile.

“Okay.”

“Okay, I’ve got to go. See you tomorrow!”

And then, just like that, Stiles leans in to kiss him. It’s just a peck given in all haste, short and sweet and barely there, but it has Derek frozen in place. Stiles makes it approximately ten steps towards the Jeep before he too comes to a halt. Slowly, slowly, he turns around to face Derek again.

“Uuuuhm. Quick q?” He says, a thoughtful finger raised into the air.

“Yes?” Derek manages to choke out.

“Did I just kiss you?”

Derek swallows, and nods.

“Yes.”

“Right,” Stiles replies and licks his lips. Can he taste Derek on him? Can he feel his lips tingling, like Derek’s do? “Soooo, how do we feel about that?”

“Not… not sure.”

“Oookay.”

Stiles looks crestfallen. Derek thinks of unmistakable heartbeats. He thinks of healing touches, vivid green blood and swords bought off of Craigslist. He thinks of daring to ask for what he wants.

“Maybe you should try again?” Derek finds himself saying, cracking his chest open for Stiles’ to see.

Stiles smiles.

[azaraspirit]

Part 2 for Strong, originally written by my friend @softboy-holland

with her permission, i have written a part two for my friend’s cori’s @softboy-holland popular peter parker fic, Strong. The ending was too sad and sudden to be the final ending so i contued it and gave it the proper happy ending we all deserved!

there is a lot of angst and some minor cursing. enjoy! hope it makes u sad as much as i was. might write a part three?? sorry about the length cant use the read more thing on mobile for se weird reason but i will try to fix it when i get at my laptop later.

Peter was stunned. His ex didn’t want to get back together. He was sure waiting a week like Tony advised, would have you changed your mind. But here he was standing, dumbfounded, still holding the flowers you didn’t accept.

“Y/N...I don’t understand…”

Tears were threatening to fall down your cheeks. “Don’t make this harder than it has to be Peter, please.”

Peter’s eyes stung. “But you need me...I need you…”

“I’m sorry Peter....it’s just...all those nights worrying sick about you, fearing you were dead...I couldn’t take it anymore…”

“I’ll quit being Spider-Man then.” he said. You shook your head. “You and I both know that’s the last thing you should do. Queens needs you, Peter.”

“But I can’t be Spider-Man without you Y/N.”

“I’m sorry, Peter.” you said again. “You were before you met me. I’m sure you can do it again.”

“But Y/N….I love you.”

“I know you do.” You hugged his torso, tears ready to fall any second.

Peter didn’t know what to do. How could he go on fighting crime without her?

“I think you should go.” you suggested.

Peter felt more lost and he has ever had before. “But Y/N…”

“Please go.” you said with pain lacing your voice.

He wanted to embrace you but clearly Y/N wanted to be left alone. “Okay…” he said, reluctantly heading towards the door. “Goodbye Peter,” was the last words Y/N spoke to him.

He stood in the hallway, still holding the flowers. He heard her cries through the door. He wanted to comfort her but he would just make matters worse. How could he put on the suit again? Peter felt so out of place now. Y/N was the center of his universe and now she rejected him. He was a loser.

Eventually he made his way back home, flowers in hand. He didn't know what to do with them. He tried throwing them away in a dumpster on the way home but he couldn’t make himself do it. They were suppose to be for Y/N. He was grateful that Aunt May was working late so he had the place to himself. He went into his room, an emptiness taking over his entire body. He felt like he could float. Peter gently lied the flowers down on his desk then crawled into his bed, resting his face in his pillow.

When he closed his eyes, the good memories of his relationship with Y/N came flooding in his mind, making him feel a hundred times worse.

He choked back a sob, crying into his pillow. He cried as hard as he could. This wasn’t happening. He must be having a bad dream.

But no. It was real. Too real and too painful for the young man to bear. His girlfriend, the love of his life, dumped him. Peter even imagined raising a family with you. And now that fantasy was gone.

Peter has never felt more hopeless. He lost track of time for how long he was crying. Eventually he pushed himself up and took his phone. His eyes stung as he looked at his screen saver: a photo of him and you smiling really big as you flash a peace sign. Peter then went to his photos. There were so many more pics of you and him together. How could he delete them? He didn’t have the heart to do such a cruel thing. He needed something to hang onto, something to remember you by.

He kept scrolling through more photos, finding a video. Peter pressed play.

“Hey, everyone!” he greeted, smiling. “I just wanted to show the world how beautiful my girlfriend is!” Peter motioned the camera to Y/N who looked annoyed.

“Peter,” you grumbled, as they were outside at Central Park. “Is this really necessary?”

Peter giggled at the camera. “She’s so cute when she’s annoyed.”

You stuck your tongue out at him. “Very funny, Peter.”

“I’m going to marry this girl someday.” Peter bragged as he wrapped an arm around your neck then gave you a sweet kiss on the forehead.

You rolled your eyes. Peter laughed real loud before the video ended.

Peter sniffed, a tear falling on the screen. He felt so empty inside, more than he has ever felt before.

The woman he wanted to marry has dumped him.

***

Meanwhile at your apartment you weren’t in much better shape. You were also crying and going through photos of you and Peter. Some were of with Aunt May or MJ and Ned or Tony stark or other avengers.

By far your favorite of Peter’s was with the two of you and while you’re smiling at the camera, Peter is smiling down at you. A tear trickled down your face.

You came across a video. One that Peter made. You didn’t care for it while he was filming but now you cherished it. You decided to watch it.

“Peter is this really necessary?” you asked in an annoyed tone.

He laughed. “Isn’t she cute when she’s annoyed?”

Peter then bragged about marrying her.

Just then your eyes widened. What have you done? The best thing in your life was gone all because of you. Of course it wasn’t going to be easy dating a crime fighting superhero. How could it be?

You made a mistake breaking up with Peter.

You quickly dialed his number, praying be would answer. He didn’t.

You shouted in frustration. You knew he was ignoring you. You had to see him in person. It was the only way.

You immediately hopped out of bed and rushed out of your apartment. You didn’t bother with anything else as you ran. You ignored the elevator, knowing you were faster.

You easily jumped down the stairwell from the fifth floor. You rushed out of the door and ran. Peter wasn’t far. It was late as the air wooshed past you. The people around you blurred in haze. Nothing else mattered but Peter.

You reached his building in minutes. You looked up to see his window open. Not bothering with the front door, you easily climbed up the wall like fucking Jackie Chan and peeked inside.

Peter was there on his bed, face down. “Peter.” you spoke.

He bolted up instantly to your voice, hitting the top bunk. “Ow!” he shouted, rubbing his head. He then focused on you. “What are you doing here?”

“I came to apologize. Can I come in?”

“Yeah, sure I guess.”

You crawled into his room.

Awkwardness settled between them.

Peter looked awful. His eyes were puffy and red, much like your own.

“Why are you all sweaty and out of breath?”

“Well when you realize you fucked up, and jump down from a flight of stairs and run half a mile then climb up a wall, you tend to sweat.”

“Wh-what?”

“Nevermind that. The point is Peter, I fucked up. I fucked up big. Tonight I realized how big of a mistake I made breaking us up.”

Peter froze, his eyes widened. He looked up at you. “What made you change your mind?”

“That video...you know the silly one where you said you wanted to marry me….”

“Oh…”

“I’m sorry Peter, I’m so so sorry. You probably hate me right now and I know it’s a cliche, but if I could take everything back I could. I was an idiot splitting us up and I’m sorry. I’m-”

In that moment, the atmosphere changed from awkwardness to warmth. Peter leaped from his bed and embraced you, cutting you off from speaking.

You were stunned but also relieved. You feare the boy would hate you but instead he loved you.

Peter held you tight. “It’s okay, we’re together now. It’s okay.”

“Peter…” you sobbed.

“Shhhh…” Peter cooed as he rubbed your back. “Lay down with me Y/N.”

He guided you to his bed. You curled up next to him as you lied in his tight embrace.

“I’m so sorry, Peter.” you choked. “How can you forgive me after what I did?” He tilted your chin upward to look at you, tears down your cheeks.

“Easy. I can forgive you because I love you.”

His words made you cry harder. “I don’t deserve you…” you murmured.

“I don’t deserve you either, that’s why we’re perfect for each other.”

You sobbed again as you hugged him, feeling more grateful than ever to have this boy in your life. “I love you, Peter Parker.” Your voice muffled in his sweater but he heard you loud and clear.

“I love you, too, Y/N Y/L/N.”

***