#i just love the whole 'hell hath no fury' thing

[lustlovehart]

Oooooooh your monster au looks fun!! And aaah the art! Ghost boy Riddle looks cute as a button, Vil looking gorgeous and elegant with the horns and crown, and Malleus!!! I love how it looks like he has moss growing on over him, those charming carved eyes, and the jewelry in the one art piece adds to his whole vibe~

Does gargoyle/dragon boy want to make the MC part of his hoard? Cause I can see him locking the doors to a decrepit palace he’s taken up residency in and swallowing the key to keep them from running.

Rollo I don’t even think your warning letter would have saved them, hell hath no fury like a possessive, lovestruck monster.

AHHH thank you ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎!! I’m glad you enjoyed them. I’ve actually been doodling more Monster!Twst (Not as a main thing cuz I’m trying to focus on writing the story) because I personally think my style has changed and I wanted to see what they would look like now!

And for the Malleus portion… Let's just say there is locking up and there is an old decrepit castle :). Alas, poor Rollo is subjected to zoning out in the middle of a job worrying over Reader, while they’re locked up wondering what their favorite cafe is serving as deserts (And how to murder their captors but details details)

[obetrolncocktails]

Ignition | Danny Wagner X f!Reader X Jake Kiszka | Part 5

Have you read Part 4?

Warnings: Minors ABSOLUTELY DNI! (18+), SOAKED PANTIES/ UNDERWEAR ALERT, intense sexual tension, unprotected sex, oral f. receiving, teasing, foreplay, fingering, fluff, brief mentions of feelings of inadequacy, graphic descriptions of sex. (YOU AND DANNY FINALLY FAWK).

Word Count: 9,741K

A/N: This might be some of my favorite writing I've done in a while, ESPECIALLY the smut. I tried my best to make this smut seem as realistic as possible to how I think Danny would behave...take that as you will. 😈

Here’s a link to the song mentioned in the fic: Mr. Forgettable—David Kushner

Here’s a link to the Spotify Ignition Playlist: Ignition

“Kenn, I think we might…you know–” you told one of your close friends through facetime.

“Oh?” She asked, taking a sip of her iced latte through the camera. “This is Danny, right? Not Jake?”

“Definitely not Jake,” you insisted. “We haven’t really been talking lately.”

“Oh. What happened?” She asked disappointedly, having been left out of the loop since the last phone call. 

“Well, I finally told him how I felt, and things didn’t really go well. He completely ghosted me for like two weeks until I confronted him at rehearsal, and even now things are really weird. I don’t know,” you shrugged, trying to blow off the hurt that you most definitely still felt. “We haven’t talked,” you shrugged.

“Wait, so you told him you liked him, and he just disappeared?” She asked, slurping loudly through her straw. 

“Yeah,” you said simply, plopping your head down into your covers before lifting it again. 

“Maybe it freaked him out,” Kenn replied. “I don’t know. But that’s weird that he acted like that. Did he tell you if he had feelings or not?”

“He said he didn’t love me like that. He said he’d always be there for me and then literally disappeared off the face of the planet.”

“Damn,” she sighed. “I’m really sorry, Y/n,” She apologized gently. “I really wish I could be there with you. We’d have a sleepover and we’d do the whole ‘eat Ben & Jerry’s and cry’ thing.”

You shrugged, chuckling softly. “Honestly, I think I’m past all that. Danny and I are kind of a thing, now,” you explained. “I don’t know where it’s gonna go, and things are still new, but he’s such a good guy, and he makes me feel–I don’t know,” you blushed. 

“Sexy? Like you’re floating?” She asked, grinning widely. 

“All of the above. And more,” You answered. “Jake will come around eventually, and if he doesn’t, I’ll be sad, but I’ll be okay.”

“Are you sure?” Kenn asked. “You guys are so close, Y/n. I can’t imagine you and Jake just not being a package deal, you know?” 

Her bringing up the obvious made you uncomfortable. She’d asked the questions you’d avoided for weeks. “I miss him, and I’m fucking angry. I never thought he’d act like this, even if he didn’t like me–and now, I just don’t get it.” 

“He hasn’t tried to talk to you? Not at all?” 

You shook your head. “Nope. I yelled at him at rehearsal last week though,” you explained. Kenn snorted. 

“Oh my God. Hell hath no fury like Y/n when she’s pissed off,” She continued. “What did you say?”

“He kept giving me all of these excuses as to why he couldn’t or wouldn’t reach out to me first…that I should have been the first one to reach back out to him knowing I had already put myself out there and got rejected by him. Who does that to their best friend?” 

Kenn shook her head. “A jackass. But like–remember when we were talking, and all the signs were adding up? I swore that he had feelings,” she explained with a confused expression. “Jake wasn’t hard for me to read at all. Every single thing that you told me sounded like he had feelings.” She took another sip of her beverage before shaking the empty cup of ice.  “I had no doubt.”

“Ugh, why are boys so fucking difficult to figure out?!” You groaned, covering your face with your pillow. “Like why did God make me straight? This is sick!”

Kenn chuckled. “All men, I swear, have rocks in their heads.” 

“You’re telling me!” You agreed, your attention moving elsewhere when you felt your phone vibrate as you began receiving a call. It was Danny. 

“Speaking of men, I’ve got a good one calling.”

“I love you, bestie. Keep me updated on Danny. Let me know if I need to kick his ass, too, and I’ll make the trip ASAP.”

“I will, I promise.” 

You hung up with her promptly before switching over the call. 

“Hi,” you said with a smile. 

“Hi gorgeous,” he said through the phone with a delightful tone. “What are you up to?” He asked. 

“Nothing really, just got off the phone with Kenn.” 

“That’s nice, did you guys have a good call?” You nodded, though he couldn’t see you. 

“Yeah, we only get to talk like once or twice a month, so it was nice to catch up.” 

He was quiet for a moment. “Are you in bed yet?” He asked, hope laced into the question. 

“Not even close,” you told him. “Why?” 

“If I tell you, you can’t tell anyone,” he said flirtatiously. 

“I’m sworn to secrecy. Signed by a notary,” you answered playfully. 

“Wow, that’s really official. Truth be told, I have a craving.” 

“A craving?” You asked, grinning. 

“Yup. I figured I’d ask you if you had a craving too, and then, if you would like to possibly fix that craving, maybe perhaps we could carpool to a convenience store…” he said, obviously beating around the bush. 

“Let me see,” you replied. “Oh yeah, you know, I could totally go for a Reese’s right now. I’m fresh out.”

“Oh man, that sucks! But, guess what? I just so happen to have a car!”

“Danny, you know I have a car, too, right?” You chuckled. 

“I had no idea women could drive!” He joked. 

“You deserve to be punched for that,” you told him, raising an eyebrow. 

“Be careful, I like women who are hands on.”

“You’re a loser,” You answered, getting up from the bed, smoothing out your clothes. 

“Your loser, I hope,” he suggested. 

“My loser,” you agreed. 

“I’ll be over in ten then, loser,” he replied quickly, hanging up before you could protest. Soon, you heard his car pull up, his engine purring loudly outside of your window.

“You were just looking for an excuse to see me, weren’t you?” You asked him as you stepped down your front stairs, being careful to not trip over them in the dark. 

“No, of course not! I was just craving some sweet chili Doritos, but was scared to go to the store alone,” he answered, feigning innocence. “Figured I’d call up a buddy.”

“Is that what I am to you, Daniel Wagner?” You asked, ducking down to peer at him through his passenger window. You crossed your arms across your chest. “I’m your buddy?” You lifted your eyebrows skeptically with the question. 

“I have a secret,” he said quietly, pulling his finger upward in a ‘come here’ gesture. 

“What?” You asked. 

“Get in and I'll tell you,” he said with a grin. You eyed him with suspicion, but opened the car door, sinking down into the seat beside him. As soon as you were settled inside, he lifted his hand to tilt your face, leaning his body over the center console to deliver a breathtaking kiss, his fingertips caressing your jaw and the curve of your neck just like before. This kiss was different though, because now, his touch was comfortable and confident. His fingertips knitted into your hair, and yours lifted upward to rest on his shoulder and chest, bunching his shirt in your hands as you deepened the kiss. Adjusting in your seat, you turned your body to him, moving as best you could in such a small space. “Why’d you have to kiss me like that in this tiny fucking car?” You asked breathlessly. 

“Because I like the challenge,” Danny said, licking his lips as he sat back in his seat, his chest heaving. “Plus I’m a glutton for punishment. Oh and I lied about what I was craving,” he added, looking over at you, a glimmer in his eye. 

“Oh?” You answered simply. 

“Yeah. You just fixed it.” At that, your cheeks flamed embarrassingly pink, your skin heating up to the point of almost being feverish.  

“Where did you learn to be so fucking smooth?” You chuckled. He grinned like he had just won something. 

“I’ve got quick wit, Y/n,” he said cleverly. “Also I had to put a lot of practice into impressing you,” he said, flashing his white teeth in a broad smile. 

“You’re such a dork ,” you grinned widely, still feeling the pressure of his lips against yours. Really, you wanted him to go even further, testing your boundaries. 

“Stay over tonight,” you said, laying your head back against the headrest, turning to look at him. “Stay with me,” you told him again, relaxing your expression into one of seriousness. “Please,” you added, placing your opened palm on the center console, waiting for his answer. 

“How’d you feel coming over to my place?” He asked you. “Since we’re still parked in your driveway,” he grinned, looking outside and then back at you. “No pressure, of course.”

“I think I’d like that,” You agreed. “Still up for snacks?” You asked him.

“Nah, not really. It was all a ploy to get you here with me,” he grinned. 

“You know you could have just asked to hang out like a normal person.” You told him with an enthused expression. 

“What would be the fun in that, though? I like to keep you on your toes.” 

You rolled your eyes and reached for the door handle. “Give me five minutes to grab some things,” you told him. The smile that you got in return from him filled you with eagerness and excitement. You practically skipped up the stairs inside your house to pack an overnight bag, a smile embedded in your expression the entire time. 

***

It’s interesting how ceiling fans always become one of the most cliché details in sad, miserable stories,  Jake thought, repetitively tossing one of Danny’s GVF golf balls in the air. He had spent most of the evening lying in place, still dressed in the clothes he wore earlier that day. As he lay, his mind wandered to the image of you and Danny kissing at your house. Once he let himself reimagine it, he’d inserted himself into your arms, imagining if it was him kissing you, him laughing with you, and him sharing his feelings with you. He’d fucked it all up so severely that it was too late to go back now. If he wanted you, he’d have to make a mess, and though Jake hadn’t been one to start drama, losing you wasn’t something he was willing to do. 

“Are you gonna get up and actually do something?” Josh asked, stepping into the room, turning on the light. 

“Ugh!” Jake groaned, rolling over in bed. “Why the fuck are you in my house?” He asked. 

“Because you won’t answer my texts and calls, and quite frankly, it hurt my feelings,” Josh said mostly out of sarcasm. “What’s the problem?”

Jake looked over at his brother, considering if he had the energy to pour out his heart to Josh. Instead, he sighed and looked back up at the spinning fan and continued to toss the ball into the air. 

“Come on,” Josh said. “I can only handle so much brooding before I begin to get jealous from you stealing the limelight.” Jake scoffed with a small grin. 

“You’re an asshat,” he said. 

“I’ll take that as a compliment. Tell me what’s going on. I know who it’s about, at least,” Josh admitted. 

“What do you mean?” Jake said, catching the ball one last time, turning to face his brother. 

“Oh give me a break,” Josh said, coming to sit in the deep papasan chair in Jake’s room, leaning back in it and folding his legs underneath his body. “It’s Y/n. Everyone knows, Jake.” 

“What exactly do they know?” Jake said, reaching his hand back with the ball, spurring Josh to open his hands in preparation to catch the ball. Carefully they tossed it back and forth as they spoke. 

“That you’re an idiot,” Josh began. “Why did you tell her you didn’t have feelings for her? Like, what kind of bullshit was that?” He continued. “You and I both know you’ve been crazy about her since you met her.”

Jake caught the ball and sighed deeply before tossing it back. “I don’t know. I panicked in the moment,” he said. “Nothing ever ends well for me. She’s my best friend. Everyone says don’t fall in love with your best friend, and when she told me she had feelings for me, I just wanted to run away, I–” He shook his head, fumbling for the ball and missing it, watching as it hit the wall with a loud thwack. 

“Shit,” He said, inspecting the wall for damage. 

“Come in the kitchen for shots,” Josh suggested. “I’ll steal your casamigos,” he grinned. “Let’s talk.” 

“I don’t feel like talking,” Jake argued. 

“Well, that’s what you’ve been doing, Jackass. Now get off your ass and talk to me, or I’ll become your worst nightmare.”

“You’ve been that way since we were born,” Jake grinned slightly, rolling off of his bed. 

“And I don’t plan on stopping anytime soon, either,” Josh finished. “Come on.” 

***

“Got everything you need?” Danny asked as you placed your bag on the floor board. He reached his hand over to squeeze your thigh. You nodded with a gentle smile. 

“I think so,” You said, buckling your seatbelt, and offering Danny a gentle smile.   

“Still feel like coming over?” He asked you. “No pressure.”

“Danny, I promise. I want to,” you assured him, reaching over and kissing him on the lips. “I want to stay with you.” 

“Okay,” he said in a low murmur, grinning softly. “Okay.” 

The drive to his house was quiet, but content, his right hand clasped with yours as you rested it on your thigh. You looked out at the night lights as Danny’s music played softly through the car. Danny lived on the other side of town, but much closer to downtown than you’d remembered. Since the boys moved to Nashville, you hadn’t really spent time at his house. Usually, band meetings, rehearsals and get-togethers would take place at Jake’s or Josh’s depending on who was feeling like hosting at the time. Coming here to Danny’s felt like an exciting new adventure. 

“You’re quiet over there,” he said after a while, pulling you from your thoughts. 

“Oh, I was just thinking,” You told him, squeezing his hand and offering him a small smile. 

“Everything alright?” He asked, stealing quick glances at you. 

“Yeah, It’s just–I can’t remember when I was at your house last. I don’t know if I’ve even been inside,” you said honestly. 

“Well, I can guarantee you, it looks just like a house on the inside,” He winked at you. “I’ve got a couch, a fridge–ooh and even a bed, if that surprises you,” he winked, turning into his neighborhood. 

“You better watch it,” You told him. “I’ll start holding it against you,” you grinned. “And you don’t want me to do that.”

“I don’t?” He grinned, raising an eyebrow. “And what exactly would my punishment entail?” Danny asked. 

“I’ll spank you,” you warned him, narrowing your eyes with determination. 

“You’re gonna spank me?” He asked through a chuckle, pulling into his driveway. 

“Don’t tempt me, Wagner. Your height, stature and masculinity means nothing to me.”

“Be careful what you say in tight spaces, sweetheart.”

“Why’s that?” You asked, feigning innocence. 

“Because you just might get more than you bargained for.”

“Is that a challenge?” You asked, reaching for the door handle. 

“It’s a promise,” he said, stepping out of his car and coming around to you, swiftly reaching up underneath you, pulling you upward.

“Danny!” You practically squealed. 

“Up you go!” He said playfully, letting you dangle over his shoulder. Figuring you needed to even the score, you reached back and slapped his ass as hard as you could as he marched up his driveway. 

“Ow!” he yelped, stepping up to his porch. 

“And eye for an eye!” You told him with a chuckle. 

After the playful moment, he carefully swung you back down on your feet and reached for his keys in his pocket, unlocking the door, and opening it for you. “Come on in,” he said, letting you walk past him into the dimly lit foyer of the house. It was decorated with modern taste, with beautiful wood floors installed throughout the entire house. It was an open concept, breathing life into the space, with thoughtful decorations that were most definitely hand picked by Danny throughout the time of being in Nashville. 

In the corner, you saw his golf bag, the clubs sticking out of it at different angles, like he had recently played. 

“I should take you some time,” he grinned, following your gaze. “I’d love to see your form,” He said. “Think you could keep up?” 

“No, I’d be absolutely awful at it,” you admitted, looking up at him. “But, you know what I would be really good at?”

“Mm, what’s that?” He asked. 

“I’d be wonderful at sitting on the golf cart, giving you a big ol’ clap when you make a good shot, and then handing you a fresh beer every now and then.” 

“That’s because you’re dependable, sweetheart,” He said, bending to kiss you on the top of your head. The flirtatious conversation had left you fighting a swarm of butterflies, the pet names making your heart practically swell in your chest. 

“Are we gonna spend the entire evening doing this?” You asked, the corner of your mouth quirking up with playfulness. 

“Doing what?” He asked, stepping into the kitchen and reaching into his refrigerator for a cold bottle of wine. You watched his arms muscles flex as he reached up into the cabinets to retrieve two wine glasses. 

“Flirting with me constantly with no end in sight?” You asked, stepping toward him.

“Is it a crime to flirt with a beautiful woman?” He asked, pouring a glass of wine.

“It is when it drives me fucking crazy,” you said matter of factly, watching as he casually shook the curls from his head. 

“Well in that case,” he said, setting down the full glass, pushing it back on the counter. “Let me make it worse,” he said as he took the last step forward, his hands finding their way to your hips. His face hovering just above yours, and his eyes floated over the curve of your lips, his nose resting perfectly alongside yours. “How about now?” He asked again, his voice barely above a whisper. 

“I think you should kiss me, Danny Wagner,” you told him. “Now.” 

“I like it when you get annoyed with me. This is new,” he grinned. Leaning in slowly, he placed his lips on yours and delivered a delicate kiss, but it wasn’t enough. You wanted more of him. You pressed yourself firmly against him, feeling him reciprocate with stronger urgency, his lips folding in time with yours as you inhaled his scent, knotting your fingers into his curls and tugging. He groaned softly into the kiss, his hands moving downward to grab at your ass as he turned around with you, walking you back against the counter. You felt his hot breath expel against your skin, his slick lips beginning to wander from your mouth, down to the hollow of your neck. He took your earlobe in between his teeth and pressed down, pulling away just enough to elicit a soft hiss from you. He chuckled sexily, his curls tickling your face as he leaned into the crook of your neck, touching his lips to what he thought was the perfect spot. You felt his teeth, then felt the vacuum from him sucking on your skin, leaving a hickey for the next day. “So everyone knows that you belong to someone. To me.” It was bliss to be wrapped up with Danny, and he ensured that you’d feel like the only woman he could see. You felt the small welt pulse 

“Danny, take me to bed,” you whispered as he kissed you. 

“Are you sure?” He asked, pulling away from you to look into your eyes. 

“Let’s just lay together,” you decided to say, knowing you most definitely wanted more, but not sure if it was the right moment or not. 

“Okay,” he said gently with a smile, reaching for your hand. You walked through the house as he led you to his bedroom, having completely forgotten about the wine. He would need no liquid courage tonight. He was already becoming drunk off of you. 

***

“Show me your favorites,” Danny asked in bed with you cuddling him, your head resting on his chest. He’d been swiping through several of his Spotify playlists, playing snippets of several different songs, but never fully committing to playing the whole song through—you’d assume he’d tried to avoid the opportunity for awkwardness. It was amusing to you how he could be so effortlessly effervescent one moment, and then so reserved and bashful the next.

“Play me a full song that you love,” you redirected. “One that you know I won’t know,” you said, turning your head to look up at him. “I just wanna listen. Can be anything.” His fingertips paused. 

“Alright,” he agreed softly, scrolling through his music before stopping at one song called ‘Mr. Forgettable,’ by David Kushner. You watched his thumb hover over the song, hesitating before swiping away. 

“No wait,” you stopped him by touching his arm. “Play me that one.”

“Oh. Okay,” he said, his tone rising lightly with hesitation. You watched as he pressed play, sitting the phone on his belly and laying back. In the low light of his bedroom, you closed your eyes and listened. 

I know that you're waiting for me like a dog But have some patience for the part of me that's lost There's been a hundred times When I don't recognize Any of you that love me I try to memorize and identify But it's all getting foggy My head is in the clouds right now Just pray I come around, around Hello, hello, are you lonely? I'm sorry, it's just the chemicals Hello, hello, do you know me? I'm called Mr. Forgettable  Mr. Forgettable

You listened quietly as you rested on his chest, finding it just so that his heart thumped to the beat of the song. Every now and then, you’d feel a vibration against your ear as he hummed his favorite parts. It was a sad song with a cheerful beat, which you found quite ironic considering its content. Once it was over, you let the silence linger for a few moments before tilting your head to look up at him. 

“Do you feel like that?” You asked him softly, your throat aching. His eyes drifted from the phone screen to your eyes, then your lips and then back up again. He swallowed once.

“Sometimes,” he answered honestly. 

“You feel like you’re forgettable?” You pushed further, propping yourself up on your elbow. 

“It’s okay, really,” he said with a gentle smile, though he wouldn’t look you in the eye. “I’ve felt like that most of my life,” he sighed.

“Danny…” you started, watching as his cheeks pinkened with embarrassment. “You’ll never be forgettable to me.” You placed your hand on his chest and his eyes softened as he looked down at you, his lips pulling into a flat line as his expression grew more serious. “Let me prove to you that you’re becoming everything to me,” You said, lifting your hand to his cheek, watching as his eyes lowered to your mouth. You moved closer to him, your bodies fitting together perfectly as he rolled into you, kissing you tentatively at first, as if testing your boundaries. “It’s okay,” you whispered into the space between you. 

Danny moved to press himself against you, his weight adding a welcome sense of comfort as his hands moved around your body, his fingertips pressing into your skin. “More,” you huffed against his lips. “I trust you.” 

“You do?” He asked, pausing for just a moment.

 “I want more of you, Danny. Please.” His hands move reflexively for the hem of your shirt, and you lifted your arms over your head as he pulled it off of you, tossing it to the side. His hand snaked up your bare skin, his fingertips dipping under the cup of your bra as he kissed you. You felt his touch as he moved his hand around your body, his teeth nipping and tugging at your bottom lip as his tongue danced expertly with yours. Slowly, he released his nervous and patient apprehension, gladly appeasing your request. You reached your hand down where he had paused, pulling his hand upward to hold your breast, guiding him with your hand on top of his. His grip tightened around your breast, his thumb grazing your swelling nipple, a soft, breathy chuckle escaping from his nose as he moved over the bud again, igniting a layer of goosebumps all over your body. Softly, you moaned into his mouth, reaching your hands down to cup his clothed cock, finally realizing how well-endowed he was. You walked your fingertips upward and unzipped his pants, nimbly unfastening the button closure with two fingers, reaching just inside and immediately felt the heat emanating from him. 

Slowly, you walked your fingers down his lower belly and smoothed them over his bulge. His length hardened beneath your touch, and you could feel him tense and then release. You felt his grip tighten around your breast in response as he moved to flip you so that you were on top of him. Rising from him, you moved your hair out of the way to one side and lowered yourself back down, kissing him deeply. Closing your eyes, you intentionally ground your hips against his firm cock, feeling your own muscles begin to contract and release as they silently begged for his attention. 

“You’re such a tease,” he breathed through a sexy smirk, reaching up to unclasp your bra. 

“I’ve said it before, Danny. I’m full of surprises,” you murmured under your breath, your tone heavy with desire. “I’m not always the innocent girl you think I am,” you told him. 

“Then drag me to hell.” He let your bra slip off of your skin, falling onto his belly. He tossed it to the end of the bed before bringing his eyes up to your chest. 

“Jesus,” he groaned again, and you smirked down at him, watching as his eyes widened for a moment before slipping into a lustful expression, his hands moving to squeeze them firmly in his hands, his thumbs moving instantly to rub over your nipples, biting at his bottom lip when they swelled to their full, aroused state. 

“Like what you see?” You asked him, resting your hands on his sides. 

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Y/n. How could you not know how incredibly gorgeous you are?” He asked, moving his fingertips to smooth over your bare sides and belly. 

“I could say the same thing about you,” you admitted. “I’ve wanted you for a while, Danny.”

“I’ve wanted you for years,” he added. “I have to admit,” he started, but paused. 

“What?” You asked, raising your eyebrows. 

“I’ve imagined what it would be like to be with you,” he explained. You watched as his cheeks flushed. 

“You have?” You asked him, beginning to grind your hips against him slowly as he spoke. You watched his expression shift slightly as you felt his cock press against your ass through his unzipped pants. 

“So many times,” he admitted quietly, reaching his hands to your hips. He pulled you down further against himself, lifting his hips to grind against your ass. 

“You’ve definitely been on my mind too,” you told him. 

“Oh?” He asked. 

“Mmhmm. Usually late at night when I can’t sleep,” you continued. “My thoughts wander…”

“And what do they come up with?” He asked, whispering his fingertips over your belly, making you shiver from his ghosting touch. 

“Usually they’re thoughts of you,” you explained. “Naked.” 

“And what exactly am I doing in these thoughts?” He asked, the corner of his mouth tilting with interest. 

“You’re with me,” you answered, echoing his touch, walking your fingertips up his belly, taking note of the dark wisps of hair that adorned his chest. Not too much, not too little, just right. He was masculine, but sensitive and understanding, and that duality had the power to drive you absolutely insane. 

“Why’s it so hard for you to say, Y/n?” Danny asked, bringing his hand down to meet yours, interlacing your fingers together. “What were we doing?” His confidence, though so understated and reserved before now settled into a presence that was simultaneously charming and incredibly sexy.

“We were—you know,” you responded sheepishly, looking up into his eyes. 

“Fucking?” He asked quietly, his brown dilating with interest. You nodded yes, but the images in your mind were racing: you bouncing on his cock, your hair falling loose and wild over your breasts, your mouth dropped open in ecstasy as he railed into you. “You’re imagining it right now, aren’t you?” He asked, his lips drawing upward in a crooked line. 

You didn’t answer him. The heat in your face and averted gaze told him everything you needed to know. He chuckled softly, “look at me,” he commanded, and you did, turning your gaze downward. “I would be lying if I said I haven’t imagined the same thing,” he admitted. 

The space between you and him was thick with need and anticipation. “Danny…” you said after a moment. “Are we moving too fast?” You asked him. 

“Do you think we are?” He turned the question around. “Listen,” he said gently. “ I’ve waited for you for over two years. I can wait as long as you need.” You smiled down at him, biting your bottom lip as you took notice of how sexy it felt to have a man so considerate and understanding as your own. Slowly, you moved off of his lap, laying down and cuddling against him, lying in the crook of his arm. 

“I really, really like you Danny. 

“And I really, really, really like you, Y/n,” he responded with a smirk, looking down at you as you tilted to look up at him. 

You echoed his expression. “Kiss me,” you told him. With his free hand, he tilted your head upward by your chin and leaned slightly to place his supple lips on your own. He was so gentle and tender, taking his time as he kissed you. “Let’s slow things down a bit,” he said, smiling against your lips. “Hm?”

“Mmhmm,” you breathed against his kiss, lifting your hand to rest on his cheek, your fingertips dancing upon the curls that dance upon the curve of his ear. His tongue looped around yours, hot puffs of breath exchanging between your mouths. You kicked at the sheets and covers bunched around your legs, and wrapped one around Danny as you lay with him. In his arms, you felt infinitely beautiful, and more importantly, you felt important and valuable. 

***

“Thank you,” you said after a long while. 

“For what?” He chuckled softly. 

“Just for being you. For being just…incredible,” you told him, feeling your pulse thumping through your chest. “For being my person.” 

“You’re my person,” he said, taking your hand in his, kissing it. “And I have a question for you,” he continued. 

“What is it?” 

You watched his Adam's apple bob up and down for a moment before he finally spoke. “Will you be my girlfriend?” He asked, squeezing your hand softly. 

You paused for a moment, a bright smirk growing on your face. “Do you think you can handle me full-time?” You asked him expectantly. 

“Honey, I crave it,” he told you. “All of you. Every day. The silly things, the important things…the happiest things and the saddest ones too. So yes, I think I can handle you. Should I ask you the same question?” 

“Danny, you’re probably the lowest-maintenance man I’ve ever dated,” you explained with a soft grin. “You’re just so– easy.” you landed on the word, and it felt right because it was true. “I don’t think I’ll ever have to worry about what you’re thinking or feeling. So yes, Danny. I think I can definitely handle you. I want you–full time,” you smirked. 

 ***

You’d both let the evening settle, resting on Danny’s chest until, when it became too hot, you’d turned in the other direction, fluffing Danny’s pillows and settling yourself back to sleep. You’d been restless, tossing and turning in bed. It wasn’t Danny’s fault; ever since you were young, you were plagued with being a hot sleeper, ending up kicking off the tangle of sheets and covers toward the end of the bed. Once you’d fallen asleep, images of Danny filled your mind, just like they had before, of him touching you and making love to you after you’d given your body to him completely. In your drowsiness, you’d grown increasingly annoyed with the layer of sweat that had begun to stick to your body, pasting the bottom sheet to your underside. As you rolled around, you uttered sleepy ‘sorries’ to Danny, who moved sleepily to touch you and kiss you before turning over again. You drifted between dreams for the next few hours until you’d roused yourself fully awake again, unable to coax yourself back to sleep. Rubbing at your burning eyes, you rolled out of bed as quietly as possible, trying your best to not bother Danny asleep beside you. He lay fast asleep as you watched him for a moment, tiptoeing around the bed as you moved toward the door. 

The house was dark, save for a small lamp in the living room and the recessed LEDs underneath the cabinets in the kitchen. Opening the cabinets, you searched for the glasses, finding one and stepping toward the fridge, using the water dispenser to fill up the cup. You moved to ice next, hoping that it wouldn’t create much noise, but you were so wrong. Several pieces of ice tumbled out, hitting the sides of your glass and knocking out of the freezer tumbling to the floor.

“Shit,” you said to yourself, bending to pick up the ice cubes, kicking the few strays that you couldn’t reach under the freezer, smiling to yourself while imagining Danny’s grin if you had confessed that you were one of those people. 

“Couldn’t sleep?” 

You jolted, almost dropping your glass of water when you heard his voice. Turning around, you saw Danny stepping into the kitchen, his eyes heavy-lidded, dressed in nothing but thin, black boxers. God-fucking-damn, you thought to yourself, feeling your core activate with need. You squeezed your thighs closer together, clearing your throat.

“Oh,” you began. “Yeah, sorry. I got really hot and couldn’t sleep.” Danny stepped closer to you, his bare chest and shoulders illuminated in the low light as he stopped to lean against the counter beside you, crossing his arms across his chest. 

“Don’t apologize,” he said softly. “Truth be told, I couldn’t sleep, either.”

“You’re such a liar,” you said with a grin. “You were gone when I got up. Didn’t even move.”

“That’s because I was pretending,” he grinned. 

“What do you mean?” you asked, looking at him skeptically. 

“I was thinking about you,” he admitted.

You could have cursed him for having such a sultry gaze in the moment, coming up with something smart or clever to say in response, but this time he had entranced you, moving you to silence. He watched you for a long moment as you swallowed and set down your glass of water. 

“You okay?” He asked you. 

“I’m fine,” you answered him, deciding in the moment that you wanted him in every meaning of the word. You stepped closer to him. “Danny.”

“Y/n.” He answered, his hands uncrossing to fall at your sides, caressing your hips as you stepped into his space. “I think,” you began, mustering the courage and honesty to finally say “I want you to take me to bed–and I don’t mean to sleep.”

He paused for a moment, raising his eyebrows, nodding slowly. “Are you sure?” he asked. 

“I’m sure,” you answered, reaching down for his hands. “Please. I want to know every part of you,” you alluded. “Take me to bed, Danny.”

“Yes ma’am,” he said quietly, leaning forward to place one delicate, but tender kiss on your lips. Squatting slightly, his hands moved behind you, reaching behind your knees to hike you up easily, carrying you silently through the house and into his bedroom. With your arms around him, you felt safe and secure. The moment filled you with excitement and nervousness too, and you no longer felt the insecurities from earlier in the evening. As he moved with you through the threshold of the bedroom, Danny skillfully swung the door shut with his foot and stepped toward the end of the bed where the covers lay unkempt and tangled. Holding you securely with one hand, he pulled the sheets and comforter off of the bed, letting it fall to the floor. Gently, he leaned forward and laid you on your back, staying close for a moment. “If at any time,” he murmured gently, “you feel uncomfortable or you want to stop, you tell me, okay?” You watched as his gaze swept between your eyes, waiting for you to respond. “It’s just us, together. I want it to be perfect,” he explained, bringing his thumb upward to caress your cheek. 

“Me too,” you nodded. “Danny please,” you continued. You appreciated how sweet he was, but the heat and stimulation in between your thighs was starting to become unbearable. 

“Don’t worry,” he said with a flirtatious wink before lowering off of you, reaching underneath your oversized sleep shirt to pull at the waistband of your panties, rolling them down off of you. You watched as his head lowered, and his dark curls swept over your lower belly, tickling your skin. Gently, he placed a soft, velvety kiss on the lines from the waistband that had dug impressions into your skin. Glancing up at you through dark lashes with an eager grin, he rolled your underwear down further, exposing your last vestige of privacy–and yet, beneath his heavy gaze, you felt inexplicably radiant. He looked at you like exquisite, cherished art–like something to behold and to protect–or like how a well-learned sculptor gazes at a monolithe of marble, his mind chipping away the extra pieces to reveal the masterpiece beneath it all. 

“I’ll never get tired of that,” you smiled down at him. 

“Of what?” He asked. 

“The way you look at me.” 

He smiled gently, the apples of his cheeks rising. His arms moved to hook around your legs as he repositioned you, spreading them slightly so he could place more soft kisses on your tender, warm skin. 

“Danny,” you half-whined, feeling restless as he continued to litter your skin with tender kisses. 

“I will,” he answered, predicting your thoughts. “It may be three A.M., but I’m perfectly fine with taking my time with you.” With that, he shut you up and you laid back tossing your hair around you as you watched him take charge below. 

“Just relax,” he told you, adjusting himself between your legs one last time before unhooking one of his hands from around you to part your folds. You should have been embarrassed by the mess you’d already made. You should have fought to keep your legs closed so that he didn’t see how wet you were, but you didn’t. You lifted your head slightly to watch him, his eyes brightening with lust as he saw your open pussy for the first time. “Oh my God,” he murmured almost inaudibly, sliding his thumb into your slick, applying soft pressure to your skin as he touched you for the first time. You felt yourself humming softly, perhaps to break the slight awkwardness you felt, but you stopped as soon as he moved to your clit, pressing the meat of his thumb over the rise, puffing a soft chuckle through his nose in response to your body’s reaction. His fingers had to have been dripping from how turned on he’d made you, yet he made no mention of it. He was silent and focused as his fingers rubbed into you. 

“Still good?” He asked you quietly, and you nodded down at him. 

“More,” you huffed through a whisper, and you watched with great anticipation as he answered your request by ducking his head down, introducing the wet warmth of his tongue as he tasted you for the first time. You felt the gentle puffs of his breath against your thighs, adding to the heat against your skin. And there he was, all over you at once, his tongue lapping at your folds with learner’s curiosity as he traveled the expanse of your pussy, the flat of his tongue dragging along your most sensitive areas just once before moving elsewhere. “Fuck,” you murmured softly, bringing your hands to your breasts, squeezing them through the thin cotton of your tshirt. In response, Danny pressed his face firmly against you, the curvature of his nose pressing into your skin, igniting even more pleasure. Moments later, he began to shake his head back and forth, creating a feeling of undulation against your swollen clit. “Fuck me–oh my god, Danny,” you groaned, reaching down to take a fistful of his hair, pulling him against you and then away when you became overstimulated. Coming up for air with a heavy gasp, you caught a glimpse of his face in the low light of the room, pinkened with exertion and friction. “Come here,” you commanded breathlessly. 

He rose from in between your legs and laid down on top of you, dropping one of his hands back down to your pussy as he leaned in to kiss you, his lips and tongue laced with your own taste. The kiss was fiery and passionate, his lips pressing and pulling at your own as you moaned in response to the movement of his fingers. His face was slick, both with your slick and his perspiration. You could feel his hardness against your belly, your core thumping with anticipation for what was to come. 

“Let’s get this thing off of you,” he grinned, pulling away to tug at the hem of your shirt, lifting his body long enough to slip it off over your head and toss it in the room. He returned to your naked body, his hands smoothing over your breasts and erect nipples. As if he couldn’t resist, he lowered his head, lolling his tongue in loose, wet circles around each swollen bud, suckling and pulling on them. You lifted your hands to his bare shoulders, running your fingertips over the expanse of his back. His skin was so soft, yet his muscles so incredibly strong. 

“Please,” you groaned louder, lifting his face with your hands. “Danny please,” you looked into his deep, chocolate eyes. 

“Please what?” He had the nerve to tease, his breath wisping against your face. “Please what, Y/n?” He asked, his tone looping sugar-sweet into your ears. 

“Please–fuck me,” you finally begged, telling him the words he wanted to hear. “I need you inside of me, now. I need you–” he placed his pointer finger against your lips. 

“You won’t ever have to beg me to fuck you,” he murmured, pulling stray pieces of hair from your face and setting them to the side. In the darkness of the room, his features were cast in a natural blue hue, the sharp lines of his face exaggerated in the contrasting, dark shadows of the evening. He began to move, placing more kisses on each breast, down your sternum and belly before moving off of you. “Do you want to take these off?” Danny asked quietly, standing from the bed. As you sat up, you saw how obvious his erection had become through the crotch of his boxers. 

“Do I turn you on, Danny?” You asked him, looking up from below. He didn’t respond, only gazed down at you with an intensity that needed no further explanation. Hooking your fingers into the waistband of his underwear, you rolled them down slowly, taking notice of his prominent happy trail, which led lower and lower as you revealed more of him. Exhilaration rippled over your body as his skin grew paler, another sign of private vanity that you were becoming introduced to. Slowly, you pulled his boxers down, revealing inch by inch his length, springing free. You let his underwear drop to the ground and let him step out of them, kicking them to the side. Taking his cock in your hand, you felt his incredible warmth as you began to stroke it slowly. He heaved a relieved sigh, blood rushing downward as he swelled to full erectness.

“I’ve imagined this for so long,” he murmured. “But this is so much better,” he chuckled softly. You grinned up at him and began to move faster, stroking up and down along the length of his cock, enjoying when he tilted his hips forward in response, silently asking for more. He didn’t indulge, though. “Let me take care of you,” he said quietly, taking his cock in his own hand, backing away from you. “Lay down, sweetheart.” 

You moved toward the end of the bed, resuming a similar position as before, and waited for him to take over. You felt the mattress depress gently as he crawled onto the bed, his hands lifting to spread your legs once more. Reaching up over your head, he grabbed a pillow. “Lift up,” he said gently, and when you did, he slid a pillow under your head. 

“You’re literally perfect,” you chuckled. He smiled, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your forehead. 

“Far from it,” he admitted. “But I wanted this to be,” he finished. Somehow he always knew what to say that would send you further into arousal. He parted your legs again and walked on his knees as he positioned himself just in front of your heat. You looped one of your legs around him as he stroked himself firm once more before guiding his hips forward, pressing his pink tip against your pussy with his tumblr, sliding his length against your clit by rocking his hips slowly back and forth. His hardness felt incredible, stimulating your body to respond by lurching your hips upward in an effort to take more pleasure from him. He did this for a few more passes before pausing to collect your wetness on the tip of his cock. “Are you ready?” he asked in a quiet, sultry tone. 

You nodded quickly, widening your legs. “Yes, Danny please.” Placing his right hand on the mattress at your side to ground himself, he used his dominant hand to guide himself into your entrance, pressing his hips forward to penetrate you for the first time. You gasped quietly, biting down on your bottom lip as your brows furrowed from the slight discomfort of adjusting to his girth. “Fuck,” he uttered, shaking the messy curls out of his face, pressing himself deeper inside of you. You squeezed your core muscles on him, beginning to enjoy the feeling of him filling you up and stretching you further. 

“Come here,” you murmured, reaching for his arms to pull him down. His face had slackened, his features working through a variety of sensations. He moved lower, snaking his arms underneath you as he pulled you in for a passionate kiss, rocking his hips back and forth as he slid deeper inside. His breath was heavy, expelling into your open mouth as you closed your eyes and let your head fall back against the pillow. Your hands reached for his shoulders, squeezing them before smoothing down his back. You pressed your fingertips into his skin, mimicking the rhythm he’d assumed before. Though the sensations felt wonderful, you needed him to go faster. “Faster,” you whispered. He looked down at you unblinking as he repositioned himself for a moment before quickening his pace, your breasts bouncing freely as your body popped off of his thighs. After a moment, he walked himself off of you and sat up, taking hold of your hips. With this angle, he’d have the leverage to give you exactly what you had asked for. Using your weight, he pulled your hips forward and popped himself forward, jutting his cock deep inside of you, causing a breathless moan to escape from your lips, your eyes rolling back involuntarily as your body ignited inside and out. “Oh my God,” you groaned deeply, taking hold of your breasts and squeezing them while he continued to buck himself into you, listening to the rhythmic clap of your thighs making contact over and over. 

“Better than I could have ever,” he breathed, reaching up to wipe at his sweaty face, “ever imagined.” His smile was infectious, his gaze fully attentive and loving. You reached up to touch his face, your thumb caressing his cheek in the darkness. He tilted his head to kiss your palm, walking his hand down in between your thighs, fingering your clit. “Oh–shit!” you practically shouted, arching your back off of the bed, squeezing as tightly as you could on his cock. “Danny!” 

His slammed himself into you in response to your moans, hot beads of sweat rolling down his face, nose and down his chest. “You’re perfect, Y/n,” he mewled, reaching forward to squeeze your breast. “Perfect tits, perfect ass, perfect fucking pussy,” he grunted, tweaking and pulling on your nipple as he slowed his thrust momentarily, backing himself almost all the way out of you before letting his weight send him back forward again, filling you up completely. “I feel you all around me, baby,” he said in a low, lustful tone. You responded by tensing around him once more, getting closer and closer to climax with each successive thrust. 

“Danny, I’m getting close–” you told him, your voice rising higher and higher, heavy with exertion.

“I know you are, sweetheart,” he responded. “Come here,” he said, reaching for your hands. He pulled you upward and wrapped his arms around you so that you were now in his lap with your legs wrapped around him. “I want you to bounce,” he explained. “And I want to feel you cum all over my cock,” he whispered into the curve of your ear. “Don’t be afraid to lose control. I’m here with you. We’re together, just like we should be.” His skin stuck to yours as you began to move. In any other circumstance you would have been miserable being this hot, but in this case, you welcomed it, wanting to be covered in Danny in any and every way imaginable. You wanted to be his in word and in action. As you worked on his cock, his hands moved to your ass, kneading and spreading it as he pulled you flush against his cock, his entire length buried deep inside of you. Disembodied moans and grunts escaped from your throat as your muscles trembled around him. You threw your hands around him, your fingertips combing through his dark ringlets, tugging at them, while your other hand moved along the expanse of his back, your fingers digging carelessly into his perfect skin. 

He hissed in reaction, tilting his head downward to see if he could find the hickey he had left earlier in the evening. When he couldn’t find it in the darkness, he decided he didn’t care to leave only one. He sucked harshly into your skin, his teeth nipping and pulling as he fucked himself up into you, the room thickening with the entrancing odor of sex. 

“Ah!” you yelped loudly, throwing your head upward. He took the narrow, well-timed moment to strike his cock into you as deep as he could. Before you could control yourself, a blast of white light fielded your vision, pulling you upright in a rigid stasis, your floor muscles tightening around him as firmly as you could. Your body quivered intensely as you seized for several silent, agonizing seconds. His arms pulled around you as he left himself anchored inside of you, his hips swinging slowly back and forth. His length pushed against the furthest boundary between ecstasy and agony, sending your hips whipping forward unconsciously. He was rock-hard inside of you, though you could hear him breathing erratically against you. 

“Let go, Y/n. Let go completely,” he urged you, tilting your head to the side so he could kiss you. “I’m not afraid of messes,” he said casually. “We’ll handle it later in the shower,” he said, pressing his lips to yours. “So, let go.” You closed your eyes and relaxed, letting him slowly begin to fuck into you again. This time, he strokes were excruciatingly slow, unsheathing himself almost completely before sending himself forward. “Do it again. Cum with me,” he spoke after a few moments, his voice shifting into one of more urgency. “Let’s cum together.” 

You nodded quickly. “Fuck me hard, Danny. Please.” Your whimpers filled the quiet room, and he obeyed immediately, lifting you up by your hips and slamming  you back down on his cock as he used what little leverage he had to pop himself up into you. 

“Squeeze,” he ordered, firmly slapping your ass. You moaned from the sharp pain, but sank further into ecstasy as you followed his command, tightening your core muscles around his length and resisted from letting go. 

“Fuck!” he groaned. “That’s fucking perfect,” he grunted. “I’m so close,” he told you. You nodded and moved with him. But decided to change positions slightly, pushing on his chest. 

“Lay back,” you told him, and he did, letting go of you. He laid back against the bed, and rested with his hands behind his head. Holding on to his sides, you moved to rest on your knees, undulating your hips against his, swiveling them and dragging yourself up and down against his length. 

“Oh my fucking God,” he groaned, watching you as you worked on him, feeling the all-too-familiar sensation swelling in your core. You would have grinned down at him, but your body reserved all resources to focus on the frenzy that claimed your body. 

“Danny,” you moaned his name, pressing down on his belly as you ground your hips against him. 

“I know, baby,” he spoke. “Come here,” he said, reaching for your hands. You lay on top of him, prepared to continue your movement, but he gave one last direction. “Squat on my cock, and lay your head on my shoulder.”

“I’m not that flexible,” you told him in the moment. 

“Just trust me,” he said, moving his hands to your sides, bending your legs. You moved to appease his request, situating yourself into a squat, and then laid your upper body back down, resting your head on his shoulder. You knew that your thighs would burn as a consequence, but he felt so good that it was all worth it. Before you could question further, Danny used the spring of the mattress and his strong hands on your hips to drive his cock into you as quickly as possible, gaining more depth with the open space between himself and your opening. “Take it,” he grunted. “Take all of it.” His voice was clipped, heavy with exhaustion, and you knew he was close. Your inner thighs quivered from the proximity of the incoming orgasm. 

Your jaw fell slack, opening as you began to let yourself finally lose control again. Danny’s face was streaked with perspiration as he began to lapse in momentum. “I’m close–” he blurted after a few moments. “I’m gonna cum,” he said again, increasing his pace. You squeezed and squeezed harder, unsure if you were going to be able to reach orgasm again. In the last moment of insecurity, your body got you there, sending heat exploding through your body. “I’m gonna–” he repeated again and again like a vigil before finally, himself, letting go, moaning loudly and hissing through his teeth as the same agonizing pleasure ripped through his own body. You lowered yourself to him as your core exploded, and pressed your body to his, wrapping your arms and legs around him as he pumped his hot seed into you, his hot breath looping around your ears and down your neck as you tensed around him for the last few times. 

You lay there with him, your chests heaving simultaneously. He kissed you deeply, his tongue folding softly with yours as he held you, still mounted inside of you. After a moment, you lifted your head to look at him, and he did the same. You couldn’t help the grin that grew at the corners of your lips. A belly laugh escaped your mouth as you laid back down beside him. 

“What?” He asked with a smirk, rolling on his side. 

“That was fucking incredible,” you admitted. “I never realized that when people talked about witching hour, they meant this…” you grinned, plopping against the pillows. 

“Witching hour doesn’t exist. Those moans everyone talks about? Those aren’t witches. They’re people fucking,” Danny grinned, his white teeth glowing in the darkness. 

“Agh, shut up!” You laughed, reaching for a pillow and slamming it into him. 

“I’m just telling the truth!” he teased, stealing the pillow. 

Stepping off of the bed, he reached his hand downward silently toward you. You looked at it then back up at him. 

“What?” You asked. 

“Let me take care of you. Properly,” he said, wiggling his fingers. “You deserve to go to bed squeaky clean and comfy.” 

You smiled, reaching to take his hand, except you pulled him back down to bed. “No,” you answered decisively. “I don’t want to wash you off,” you admitted, looking him in the eye. “I want to feel like this, to smell like you, to be full of you,” you told him. “So come to bed.” 

You watched as he swallowed, his Adam’s apple rising and falling before he finally answered. “Gladly.”

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[sam-loves-seb]

look. I know there are probably a million and a half takes on this, but I had this thought, and it wouldn’t leave my brain, so now you have to deal with it too.

ian is not the sun.

ian is the moon, and mickey is the sun.

mickey is the sun, at least in ian’s eyes he is, because ian’s whole world starts ends and revolves around his husband. the pull mickey has on him feels like a gravitational orbit, stronger than any crush or infatuation ever has been, and no matter how much distance (physical and metaphorical) ian puts between them, he always—always—comes back to mickey. and mickey, well he burns hotter and brighter than just about anyone else they know, all barely checked temper and hot seething rage, and hell hath no fury like a mickey scorned because he will burn you faster than any fire ever could. and god, his eyes—do not get ian started on mickey’s eyes—they’re as blue as a cloudless sky on a summer’s day, all warm and wide and vast as the horizon, and ian could stare at them for hours the way he’d stare up at the sky in the backyard as a kid. and yeah, maybe sometimes you can’t look directly at mickey, like maybe you’ll get hurt if you stare for too long, but ian’s best friends are a pair of sunglasses and a bottle of spf, so he’s not exactly new to the sun game, and if he’s the only one who knows how to handle it—that���s more than fine with the both of them

and ian—ian is the moon the way mickey needs air to breathe, because yeah, maybe he’s all smiley and lukewarm to everyone he fucking meets, but that’s not ian, not the real ian, that’s just good fucking manners or whatever shit ian says, but mickey doesn’t care about that. mickey cares about the ian that’s only for him, the one that is there for him through everything, even the bad shit, like the little sliver of moonlight slipping through the curtains on a really dark night, the little bit of comfort that’s enough to get him through the dark times and keep going until morning, like the guiding light on the sidewalks when he wanders home from work or the alibi or whatever late at night when the streets are empty and he’s alone. because mickey’s never really alone, not now that’s for sure, but not even then, when there were miles (metaphorical and literal) between them, because mickey would look up at the moon through the bars on the rec room window or the patio from his apartment in mexico and he’d think of ian, and his stupid fucking lopsided curved grin creeping up on his face like a crescent moon in its own right, and it’d be enough to get him til morning. even now, when he can’t sleep and he’s restless, he still looks for the moon, only now he doesn’t look out the window—why would he when he has the real thing on the other side of his mattress—he throws an arm and a leg over his husband like he’d lasso the moon if he could, and he pulls ian closer.

ian goes through phases, up down then up again, and they’re manageable, almost predictable if you study it close enough, like the phases of the moon or the flow of the tide, in and out, waxing and waning, and mickey loves all versions of ian, the full bright smiles and the dark barely there days, and every variation in between. because ian is still ian, no matter what stage he’s currently in, the same way the moon is still that bright glowing rock in the sky night after night, and mickey is happy to get pushed and pulled like waves on the shore under ian’s influence.

mickey studies the galaxies printed on ian’s body, across his chest and stomach, his shoulders and his arms, even the little ones dotting the backs of ian’s hands, and mickey finds peace in the stardust that paints ian’s skin, in the constellations he maps out on ian’s face with his lips, and even tho the freckles there are more faded then when they were kids, mickey still knows where every single one of them is. he brushes his fingers over the new one above his eyebrow, the one ian got after spending a little too much time with his tomato plant the other day, and mickey feels like an astronomer discovering a new star that he just never would’ve been able to see five, ten years ago on his own personal night sky, but he’s here to see it now so he kisses his latest discovery and falls asleep dreaming of a name for his newest constellation

[theawkwardsiren]

Veneer x F!Reader (fluffy HCs)

summary - just a bunch of HCs on what it would be like to date Veneer

warnings - none

∆ The minute you show this boy any sign of kindness or affection, he is in love. Like as soon as they hired you as their assistant, and you were soft and sweet when handling him, he almost cries and swears you're an angel sent from heaven

∆ once he's in love he becomes the sweetest person in the world, but only in private when Velvet can't see that he's going soft. He can be vulnerable with you but he doesn't want to look weak to her

∆ he starts giving you gifts anonymously at first, always acting innocent when you ask (because you know it's him, he makes it very obvious) and denying buying them

∆ when you finally tell him you know he's been giving you gifts, he loses it and confesses everything, shaking and nervous the entire time. he starts panicking, thinking you don't feel the same way and that you'll just see him as weird

∆ you assure him you don't think he's weird and that you like him back, and the two of you share the sweetest kiss

∆ when i say he was deprived of love and affection his whole life, it's to the point where he cries every time you hug him or kiss him or even give him a little gift. he is SO thankful and emotional and he always lets you know just how much he appreciates you

∆ you noticed one day how Velvet shuts down his idea of practicing and ignores his attempt to get her to make up dances with him again, and so when she leaves you tell him the both of you can make up dances together

∆ he is so SO happy when you say this and suddenly he's showing you every single dance he can think up, desperate for your approval and with a huge smile on his face

∆ even if the dances suck, you're happy to just be spending that time with him and it means the world to him

∆ you're both just laughing and having fun, creating silly dances that would never be stage-friendly, and he's never been happier than when he gets to spin you around before sweeping you into one of the most romantic kisses of your life

∆ he spoils you SO. MUCH. it's unbelievable. you get all sorts of gifts from him, ranging from jewellery to clothes to - and i kid you not - sports cars. he will literally give you anything you want or need, without hesitation. sometimes even gets you things you haven't asked for, but he thinks you'll like

∆ i've seen other people say this and i agree, Veneer is soft and weak-willed when it comes to defending himself, especially against Velvet. but if Velvet or someone else disrespects you in any way...well, hell hath no fury like Veneer when you've been mistreated

∆ he is sassy and sarcastic, so sometimes you have silly little arguments that turn into fights because you get angry at his sass and sarcasm

∆ but he never lets you stay mad for long, because he is sweeping you up into his spaghetti arms and kissing all over your face until you forgive him

∆ if you start crying he starts crying too, and he will hug and cling to you like a koala and tell you how sorry he is over and over until you are the one comforting him

∆ he has great fashion taste, so you better believe he is dressing you up for events and styling your hair - or at least telling you how to style it. he is also buying you the most stylish and lavish clothes and shoes

∆ he is the type to want to match and wear couple-y outfits. so he buys you matching clothes and looks up boyfriend-girlfriend fits and you're always happy to go along with it

∆ he spends all of his free time with you. this boy is so clingy, there is not a moment you will be alone. unless you have to shower or use the restroom. otherwise, Veneer is hanging onto you in some way or the other

∆ he loves to cuddle. as mentioned above, he's clingy so he really loves any form of hand-holding, waist-holding or cuddling that the two of you do. he has to be holding you in any way, and when you're laying in bed or watching a movie on the couch he's got his arms wrapped securely around you - may even wrap his legs around you if you're watching horror movies

∆ KISSES!!! this boy loves to kiss you, he will kiss you anywhere, any time, and any place, even if it's in public. he doesn't shy away from PDA, he loves to show you off and show the world that you're his because he feels so lucky to have you as his girlfriend

∆ he is super protective and even more possessive. he feels like he won in life just getting you to date him, he's taking no chances with losing you or letting you go. he's not over the top about it, but it's very obvious when he's being protective/possessive

∆ like when Kid Ritz was speaking to you at an event, Veneer came and looped an arm around your waist and kissed you deeply

∆ yeah he is not subtle about it

∆ the first time he tells you he loves you is during another silly argument

∆ he got upset that you forgot to tell him you were going to see a friend who's sick and you're trying to convince him you're not cheating or leaving him

∆ he starts crying mid-argument when you yell at him, because he didn't think you - the kindest and sweetest person in his life - would ever yell at him

∆ you feel horrible and have to cuddle him for an hour, during which he tearfully admits that he just loves you so much that he can't bear the thought of losing you

∆ you tell him you love him back and he's over the moon, instantly fixed and happy again. you tell him you'll never leave him and he'll never lose you? he's engulfing you in one of the tightest hugs ever

∆ you are his world and he is yours

[dribs-and-drabbles]

Observations on ep 6:

I FREAKING LOVED THIS EP

Oh to be Mew's mother...to live a simple life with the person you love.

Mew still needs protecting. And now I feel bad for Top because his earlier actions with Boston are going to hurt him too.

Have you met Nick-pot-calling-the-kettle-black?

I love Boston being happy with Nick...but I'm also fine with his bubble bursting in the worst way soon 😂

OH MY GOD. And now Boston-pot-calling-the-kettle-black as well. THESE TWO ARE COMPLETE HYPOCRITES.

It's that stripy linin shirt again! 🤦🏽‍♀️ This makes it 7 shows it's appeared in. SEVEN.

"What if I block you in real life" - a little on the nose there Mew. Kinda goes with Sand's "You suck" from the end of the last ep.

What IS Sand doing wrecking his phone like that?! He works how many jobs to get money and he doesn't hesitate to break something this expensive?!

Omg they actually kept Ray in that whole outfit from the og trailer even though Kawi already wore it in Be My Favourite 😂🤦🏽‍♀️

"Just please don't be too dramatic" says the character who brings all the drama.

God these actors are so fucking GOOD. Mark and Neo. Khaotung and Neo. Just A+. 💯. 🔥. 10/10. No notes.

"Simplify". Something something life seems so simple to someone like Mew. Get good grades. Enjoy time with family. Just stop drinking and doing drugs. But life isn't so simple for a lot of people. Mew is lucky...and sometimes people get lucky and manage to stay in that simple, happy, bubble...so I just hope Mew can because there are so many sharp edges around him with the potential to cause harm.

Oh no oh no...omg Ray, stop. This is awful (I'm laughing so hard it's so awful), he's just cutting ties with all these people. But this is unforgivable. WHY DOESN'T SOMEONE STOP HIM?!

Wow. Khaotung. The man that you are.

I need more April.

Is Mew filming this? 🤔 Oh. Oh. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh. No. He KNEW!

BOOOOOOOOOOK. 🔥

I'm looking forward to seeing Force match the rest of these guys.

I sorta kinda feel sorry for Top...so I hope he explains things a bit more than he did there at the end.

But it looks like this is Mew's villain origin story. Now he's gonna get manipulative. 'Hell hath no fury like a (wo)man scorned' and all that...

[kendelias]

love her already! can you tell me what's her relationship with the scobbie gang like?

its been ages since i've opened my ask box this was so long ago im so sorry LKDNFKLNFKN BUT yes indeed here's a lil bit ab margo and the scoobies!

buffy - margo... loves buffy. so much. that's her bud. when no one else wants to talk to her besides oz buffy's like "!!! but you're so cool and your fashion style is iconic and why do you hang out with these loser dudes who don't appreciate you." she meets her through oz and then brings her into the gang. buffy is always trying to get margo to come out of her shell and love herself the way she is so loved. meanwhile margo kind of recognizes buffy's fundamental... brokenness? it's kind of recognition of the self through the other. like oh we are both extremely fucked up in different ways but nonetheless we are both broken. so they kind of bridge that gap of like. one of them trying to normalize and one of them trying to recognize. you need both!!

willow - it's kind of hard to dislike willow... for a while anyway. no but like margo has always been pro girls supporting girls so even when the guy she's in love with starts dating willow she's like. alright well im gonna like this girl if oz likes her. so she and willow are friends!! at first! and then when willow cheats on him with xander... oh boy hell hath no fury like margo scorned. perma-ice queen from then on out. the girls are fighting and buffy is putting them in their get along shirt (spoiler: they do not)

xander - xander is... fine. she thinks xander is fine. at times she finds him very annoying but ya know sometimes he's funny. she has a lot of things going on with cordelia (we'll get into it <3) so when they're dating she kind of withdraws from him a little bit but like. they're never really beefing. until the whole cheating scandal he gets it just as bad as willow.

giles - loves him. that's dad dude. she hates her parents so she needs some authority in her life. thank god for giles.

angel - basically 'buffy why is this weird angsty dude hanging around you. how old is he. oh he's a vampire. hm. oh he took your virginity and it made him evil. yeah let's kill this guy.'

cordelia - okay.... look. childhood friends to enemies back to ???. that's it. that's the whole thing. like they were besties and then they fell out when margo was diagnosed and then cordelia started bullying her. so they really fucking hated each other and then buffy also forced them into their get along shirt and it KIND OF worked. like cordelia was gradually becoming a better person and eventually even kind of apologized so like. i would never call them friends but they work their way into normalcy.

oz - her soulmate, her best friend, her forlifer. she loves that mf. best friends first (the only person who would talk to her and who totally accepted her for who she is) to lovers later.... i adore them sm

[multiverse-imagines]

A/N: part 2 baybeee! Hell hath no fury like an inspired fanfic writer!! time for some Disney magic, y'all!! ✨✨

I'll do the best that I can

Plush!Vash au (part 2)

She stumbled out of bed as she does every morning. She got dressed, trying to decide what she wanted to wear. The choice between a short or long sleeve shirt.

"Fuck, it's only gonna be twenty degrees today" she shook her head and chose the long sleeve, tossing the short sleeve back into the clean, yet unfolded clothes. 

After she was dressed, she scooped me up, and brought me out to the living room, setting me on the end table as she grabbed a quick breakfast of cereal. She had been restless last night, a nightmare probably. It looked as if it still haunted her in these early hours.

I was excited, able and willing to get some more cuddles before she left for work. She watched tiktoks as she ate. She giggled at the funny ones, and swooned when a rare Trigun one came on screen. 

"He's so babygirl. Ugh, I love him so much." She fangirled over the Spiky haired blond on screen. She let out a sigh before gazing my way. She used her thumb to stroke my face, with that all too common loving gaze that said, 'Why cant you be real?' 

"Look at me and my silly little delusions." She gave a chuckle of self pity, "Thinking I could ever win over the heart of a man who doesn't even exist." Her eyes seemed to moisten up with threatening tears. She shook her head, as if the motion would remove the thoughts from her brain. She curled her arms around my tiny being, hugging me to her chest. 

"I'd make him so happy though. I just know I would." She whispered, even though no one else was in this big, lonely house. She checked the time on her phone and sighed.

"Time to head out already. Fuck." She picked her unwilling body up from the chair, and walked to her bedroom, giving my forehead a kiss before setting me down on the pillow of her bed. 

"Have a good day, Vash. Love ya." She petted my hair before leaving the room. I heard another fit of self pity chuckles before I heard the front door shut and her car leave the driveway. 

It really tore me up inside to see the loneliness get to her like this. I'd heard her say to a friend who apparently lived far away that they feel like they can never truly open up to anyone. No one is there to hear the whole story, only bits and pieces of her life. A new mask for every new person in her life from strangers to friends, to family. To her, she's a stranger to everyone.

Everyone except me, it seems. The words she rambles to no one but herself, talking out stories, talking out her mental health, things she would say to Vash The Stampede or Nicholas D Wolfwood. 

Why can't I be with her? Why can't I give more to ease her pain? I wanted to throw something, but I can't move. I have to sit here and let my non-existent blood boil. 

A twitch in my arm, something I'd never felt before. Pain? Was this pain? Arms. Legs. Head. Holy hell this hurts. I shut my eyes. Shut my eyes? I can't do that? I could now, I guess, because they were shut. 

By the time the pain subsided, the bed was a lot smaller. The room seemed a bit smaller, but not too much. The reflective surface of the TV showed a man. A man I'd seen many a time, Vash the Stampede. But only in face and hair.

I figured I'd be the same height when I stood up, but my body wasn't riddled with scars. My left arm was real too. The real Vash had scars and a prosthetic arm.

Upon closer inspection, some of the missing scars were markings on my body, tattoos. It was all of the major ones she liked. The one over my right shoulder, the little cross on my left hip, a thick black tic tac toe over my left peck. Then there were two dark lines where the prosthetic would have been, and a symmetrical scar tattoo that he had on the other arm. Moving my right hand, I noticed tattoos of the thumb stitching he had. She'll be excited about that one.

I was pretty fit as well, the muscles he'd worked so hard on, only to be gifted to me.  Looking to my side, a pair of orange W wire rim sunglasses sat folded on the bed. I stood from the bed- oh shit I was naked.

I dug around in her dresser for a pair of basketball shorts, and one of her larger t-shirts. I prayed that they would fit me. The shirt was a little tight, but liveable until she got home.

I looked on the bed to find the ripped remains of my little coat I used to wear. I hoped that the trade off of losing her beloved plush for, basically, the real thing would be acceptable to her. I was starving. 

I went to the kitchen, trying to find something that didn't require cooking. I didn't know how to cook, and didn't want to risk damaging the house or an appliance. I settled on some chips I'd seen her eat before, and sat on the sofa, opening the bag. Thankfully the process of eating seemed to come naturally to me. 

I found myself picking up the controller for the video game system she had. I booted up the system, and chose a game that had multiple files, and started my own. 

By the time I was hungry again, I checked the fridge and found a small pizza lunch able. I'd seen her heat up the little bread rounds in the microwave. 

"Twenty seconds!" She would sing whenever she would put them in the machine. She did that no matter how much time she needed. I smiled at the memory, excited for her to come home. 

I had just finished the last of the pizza when I heard the front door open and her beautiful singing echoed through the house. She was listening to her headphones, considering the lack of pause. She entered the living room, and stopped mid lyric, frozen in place at the sight of me. The bag of fast food she'd gotten, fell to the floor, unnoticed by her. 

"V…Vash?" Her voice was a whisper as her eyes were locked on me.

"Hey… w-welcome home, Mayfly." I said the favorite nickname she would have wanted to be called by him.

"You're… I've gone full on delusional, haven't I? Have I finally lost it?" she pinched her arm. When I didn't disappear, she bit her thumb. I wasn't gone.

"You're real. You're really here."

"Y-yeah, I had to borrow some of your clothes. I uh, don't fit into my coat anymore." I dug the little fabric coat out of the pocket of my shorts, handing it to her.

"You're… little Vashie. You're really Vash."

"Kinda, I guess. My left arm is real, and my scars aren't. Check this out!" I lifted the sleeve on my left arm, "They're just tattoos. All of the ones you like!" I smiled down at her. She was so much shorter now. She just came up to my chest. She looked back up at me, bringing her hand to my face, she seemed to hesitate before cupping my cheek, caressing the beauty mark under my eye. 

"Holy shit, you're real." Poor thing was still in shock. I spoke her name, and took her hand with my left, and cupped her cheek with my right hand. 

"I'm here. I'll always be here. I've wanted this for so long, just to be here with you." I gently pulled her into a hug. She stiffened up for a second, before finally returning my embrace.

It wasn't long before she began to shake, and her throat released a chorus of sobs. I caressed her hair, and rubbed her back. Something I've always wanted to do when she was crying. I could tell these were tears of joy and relief though. 

"Mayfly, I'll do whatever it takes to make you happy. I've seen your ups and downs for so long, and I want to make everything better for you."

"Yes please. Please please please." She sobbed against my chest, "b-but, you gotta let me know if you need anything too, okay? We can't both be neglecting ourselves to make each other happy, ya know?" She looked up at me with a sniffle.

"Of course silly. We can take care of each other. 50/50?" I laughed, wiping some of her tears away.

"Y-yeah, 50/50." She smiled through her tears. I let go of her to retrieve the fallen bag of food.

"I can start by insisting that you eat something." I handed her the bag.

"Oh yeah, I completely forgot about that." 

--

We laid in bed that night, she'd eaten her food, and she'd told me about her day at work. We laid tangled up in each other, while one of her favorite movies played. One she'd probably played a billions times since my arrival. Not that I cared. 

"You're really sure that you're okay with looking after me?" She asked for the 3rd time since the movie started.

"Yes, Mayfly. I want to make sure you're happy, and loved, and heard and can be your authentic self around me. It's all I've ever wanted for you."

"But I'm a lot to handle. I don't wanna be a burden to you." 

"You've never been those things before. You relied on me when I was just your plush toy. Please continue to rely on me."

Her face went red, remembering I still have all my memories of being a toy.

"Oh, oh no, I'm so sorry, that means you've seen me-"

"And it makes me love you even more, Mayfly." I cupped her face with my free hand, "I love who you are. The you that you don't show anyone else. Your real opinions, your real emotions… every inch of your body…" my heart fluttered as I pressed a kiss to your forehead. 

"You deserve Vash the Stampede. You deserve to be loved by him, and your kind heart deserves to love him." I pressed my forehead to hers, "I-I mean, I may not totally be Vash, but I am officially licensed." I chuckled, "so let me be your Vash. It's your turn to be loved." 

[killian-whump]

'm curious, what do you think makes rescue whump great?

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Thank you for selecting "Things KW Loves to Go On and On About."

KW WOULD LOVE TO GO ON AND ON ABOUT THIS.

Okay, so... The Moment of Rescue is a brief span of time in (most) whump scenarios where the Caretaker (preferably) first encounters the Whumpee (and maybe the Whumper as well) post Whumping.

Maybe even Mid-Whumping.

Preferably, like, maybe post-whumping, but mid-latest whumping? Like, Whumper's been whumping Whumpee for awhile now, and is in the midst of doing it some more and - oh dear, here comes Caretaker (and maybe some friends, you know, like the police or their teammates, whoever's handy for that canon) to save the day and rescue Whumpee.

That's the best. Then you get the trauma of Caretaker seeing how damaged Whumpee is AND Caretaker seeing first hand what Whumper's doing to Whumpee... Yesssssssss.

ANYWAY The Moment of Rescue gives us some very unique reaction moments that can usually only happen once (successfully, anyway) in a whump scenario:

The "What the Fuck Did Whumper Do To You?" Moment Like, obviously, Caretaker knew bad shit was going on wherever Whumpee was and whatever Whumper was doing to them... but Jesus. They had no idea Whumper was that depraved. They had no idea Whumpee was going to be hurt like that. Maybe they'd even known it was going to be bad, but... they didn't know it would be that bad.

The "What the Fuck Did You Do to Whumpee?" Moment Ah, the showdown between good and evil. Caretaker confronts Whumper and lets them know exactly what they think of them and what they've done to Whumpee. If this occurs later in the scenario, there's usually some form of control employed. Maybe the two are coming face-to-face in a courtroom with armed guards. Maybe they're on opposite sides of a prison divider. But if this confrontation occurs at The Moment of Rescue, there's usually little-to-no control involved. There's nothing physically separating them. No armed guards to pull Caretaker off of Whumper. In fact, maybe Caretaker is armed, themselves. All that fear, rage and helplessness they've felt the whole time Whumpee's been missing, combined with the sheer fury of seeing Whumpee in the state they're now in... Well, hell hath no fury like a Caretaker set loose on their Whumpee's Whumper, and I love to see it.

BUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! At the same time, Whumpee needs Caretaker. Like, Caretaker doesn't have time to be fucking around with Whumper with Whumpee looking like they're gonna freakin' expire at any moment. What to do, What to do...

And maybe Caretaker has feelings for Whumpee. Feelings Whumpee doesn't know about. Feelings maybe nobody knows about. Maybe even Caretaker didn't know they had these feelings until Whumpee went missing and they went ballistic over it. Whatever the case, once Caretaker sees Whumpee in the horrible state they're in... they can't hide those feelings anymore. They can't hide anything, because they're just consumed with neeeeeeeed to help, to fix, to comfort, to make this all better. Maybe they call Whumpee by a more familiar version of their name than they ever have before. Maybe a "baby" or a "honey" slips out. Maybe they push the other members of the team out of the way to get to Whumpee and cling to them like a drowning person clinging to a buoy and they don't care/notice who sees. I don't even care what they do, I just wanna see it 🤩

Caretaker with Notoriously High Emotional Walls Encounters Whumpee and Instantly Adopts Feather-Light Touches and Soft, Cooing Words. Film at Eleven.

But what if... WHAT IF!!! There's feelings on Whumpee's part? Again, maybe nobody knows. Maybe Caretaker has no idea. Maybe Whumpee didn't even know until they suddenly found themselves helpless and getting whumped and it was Caretaker they cried out for when things got so bad they could no longer hold it back. And Whumpee... Well, they're so beaten down and broken and vulnerable that the moment they see Caretaker come storming in like an avenging angel - their avenging angel - they just break down entirely. They can't even form a coherent thought, let alone try to be subtle or hide their feelings. They reach for Caretaker. They need Caretaker. They cling to them like their life depends on it. Hell, maybe it even does. I'M GETTING ALL VERKLEMPT RIGHT NOW.

That death grip he has on her arm will never not send me 😭

Admittedly, the Captain Swan GIFs here aren't really the best examples of the moments I'm talking about, but most of my followers are here for whump and/or Killian Jones, so I feel like illustrating my post with, well, Killian Whump is just The Right Thing to Do.

Anyway... Speaking of Whumpee, there's some unique reactions they have at The Moment of Rescue, as well:

The "What the Fuck Is Going On Right Now?" Moment The transition from "helpless captive in peril" to being safe and sound in Caretaker's arms can be traumatic in its own ways. Maybe they're too scared and broken to comprehend the change as it's happening. Maybe they're not even in their right mind at all any longer and all they can do is cry for Caretaker without seeming to realize they're actually there this time.

The "This Is What a Shame Spiral Looks Like" Moment: The best kind of Whumpees (well, my personal favorites, anyway) are strong men who are used to being in control. Or at least guys who do their best to cultivate such an image, whether it's a valid one or not. Maybe under that cool and collected facade, they're actually kinda insecure and full of self-doubt, but they pride themselves on not letting that show - and surely not to someone they want to impress and maybe even romance, like Caretaker. So when Caretaker's the one who finds them and saves their ass from Whumper, seeing Whumpee at literally their lowest possible point ever... How does Whumpee deal with that? Can they handle it? Or do they sink into a shame spiral so deep it rivals whatever it is Whumper's done to them in the first place? Whumpee can't pretend they're not broken down. They can't hide the stain of tears on their cheeks. They can't keep themselves from clinging to Caretaker for fear they'll disappear and leave them alone in their own personal hell again.

Again, any of these moments can happen multiple times in a story, or at points other than The Moment of Rescue... but I contend that the first time they occur cannot be beat - and that the Moment of Rescue is generally the best time for those "firsts" to occur.

And there's even a unique moment just for Whumpers, as well:

The "How About One More for the Road?" Moment Alright, so the cavalry's come for Whumpee. They're saved. Blah, blah, blah. Good prevails over evil. How boring and droll for poor Whumper. They really thought they'd get away with it this time - and what's more, they were really enjoying themselves. But all that fun's over now, the police (or superheroes or whoever) are here now. They're probably going away for a long, long time. Or, hell, with the way Caretaker's glaring at them, they might not live long enough to rot in jail anyway. Boo hoo. But hey! Chin up, Bad Guy! They didn't slap the cuffs on you just yet. You still have time to deliver one more parting blow to Whumpee. Make it a good one! Maybe Whumper reveals something Whumpee's rescuers don't know. Maybe they reveal something that happened during their time with Whumpee that will really humiliate the poor dear. Maybe they make a Hail Mary last minute play to try to kill Whumpee. Who knows? But I bet it'll be good ~ and devastating for Whumpee, Caretaker, and everyone else gathered around. Because the only thing more fun than whumping a Whumpee is doing it in front of their friends.

Which, incidentally, is the only kind of Whump Scenario where The Moment of Rescue might not be the best part. When Whumpee is held captive alongside Caretaker, this fundamentally changes the entire dynamic of a whump scenario, and makes The Moment of Rescue totally different. Instead of being the moment when Whumper, Whumpee and Caretaker first cross paths post-whumping, The Moment of Rescue in this kind of story is more like, well, an end to the story. Or perhaps a transition from the Whumping portion to the Recovery portion of the story. Either way, these kinds of stories don't have that same powder keg moment where everything falls together and magic happens.

But, you know, they're magical in their own way 🤩

This has been "Something KW Would Love to Go On and On About" and as the title might suggest, KW very much enjoyed going on and on about it. Hopefully you enjoyed reading it ❤️

If not, there's plenty of other things I could go on and on about, if you like... What? No takers? Where are you all going??

[seancamerons]

Talk about Paige singing "Poor Thing" to Dean

“You'll never believe the nightmares, you'll never know the pain you caused.🎶

Let’s talk about 2.08 Shout part 2 mainly the moment Paige sings a poor thing to Dean requested lovingly by ashton (maya-matlin)!

So before the episode, our protagonist Paige was a different kind of girl, to say the least. We set the stage and mood. Paige was forever changed practically overnight for better and for worse this marks the rise of Paige.

Ashley’s poem 'poor thing' awoke something in Paige. It made her feel seen and felt. Despite being about something different it felt relatable and somewhat comforting. She resonated and played a big role in Ash’s pain. Earlier, Ashley had humiliated Paige (and let's be real: her own damn self) at the party in jagged little pill (1.15) by mid-season s2 in shout 1 and 2, they weren't best friends anymore and distant from one another. Ashley was far off on the outskirts with a new best friend Ellie and a new look to boot. Before long the cathartic poem Ashley had penned took on a whole new meaning.

As for PMS (Paige Michalchuk and the sex kittens), the lineup included Terri, Hazel (Spice), Paige, and Ashley. It was a miracle they made it happen between friction between Terri and Paige at rehearsals, tone-deaf Hazel’s surprise case of polyps, the lyrics debacle, and other mishaps the new and improved PMS finally took the stage.

PMS led by Ashley who was prepped on keyboards and ready for the solo, what could possibly go wrong? Enter Dean. Paige freezes and turns to Ashley for support, and lets her know she can't perform and that he is here watching the concert. Ashley is initially surprised when Paige starts acapella, by speaking the first words of the poem and eventually turns to face the audience and her perp with a strum of the guitar. She was going to destroy him. 

Paige was also supported by Terri on background vocals and bass and Hazel on tambourine. I guess no one was on drums. (Just wanted to point out, Ellie 'suddenly' had a talent for percussion in season 5 'playing for her whole life' My ass! Obviously, her secret drum talent only exists bc of Craig 🙄 just kidding. However, when PMS rebranded as hell hath no fury in rock and roll high school a year later, she took on the bass. I'll be chalking it up to writers with selective memory, a retcon, and plot convenience. or some unfortunate continuity error. Missed opportunity.)

Important to note, she is singing directly at Dean, and it's satisfying to the audience and most likely Paige herself. I believe she was empowered by this, it was closure and her way of triumphing over him and what he had done to her and she used Ashley's lyrics which she had fought so hard to change. It was the best possible outcome of a power play. I couldn't be more proud of Paige and her ability to wield her power and influence. It is up Paige’s alley to do such a thing, but she used her powers this time for good as opposed to petty influence towards Hazel and Terri, and even Ashley at times. This marks a new era for Ms. Michalchuk, and we love to see it. This drives her to significantly grow and experience some major character development. It is awesome. This definitely holds up, it becomes cathartic and so pretty genius props to the writers for this. Embarrassed and humiliated publicly, the 'strong' 'emotionally challenged' Dean cowardly leaves like a dog, defeated with his tail between his legs. I spy the blind lady on the judge's panel she really seemed to enjoy the performance. Two men were seen rocking out beside her. I guess Big Bad bully Dean wasn't made of stone. He displays a semblance of blank and possible regret. He likely thought his presence would intimidate Paige but it only proved to empower her. 

Ellie was a spectator to this performance and later offered her support to Paige at school. Although Poor Thing was cited as an honorable mention, she thought PMS was robbed. They were, let’s be real. Now I take this time to note, it's unclear why Ellie the next season wasn't so keen or nice to Paige such as in s3 a whisper to a scream when they were 100% rivals. It is nice and refreshing to see Ellie and Paige being cordial and not exchanging petty blows, cheap shots, and snide remarks like they typically do. While they won't be caught dead braiding each other's hair or going for mani-pedis, their relationship is at best conditionally chummy, with the occasional hints and moments of friendship scattered through. I'm not sure how they handled being roommates later on in life. Poor Marco was likely the mediator and peacemaker between the frenemies. He was a saint, God bless! Although sometimes Ellie and Paige surprised us as an audience such as with the bacon-y kiss in s7 and some heart-to-hearts when it counted. They had come so far in their evershifting dynamics. 

Ashley deserves a medal for not being well, typical Ash, and making things about herself and instead stepping out from the spotlight for Paige to shine center stage. She also displayed genuine compassion for Paige as she embraced her and consoled her by the lockers when she told her what had happened, and why she felt so strongly about the lyrics in so many words. Sometimes they're too alike in their stubborn and hard-headed ways, unable to back down even when they’re dead wrong. However, despite what had happened between her and Paige over the last few months she didn't hold it against her and they buried the hatchet and even became friends again.

As Paige makes her way to Sauve's office she seems optimistic and ready to talk. </cue freeze frame. 👏 👏 👏 

The end. Thank you for the ask. 💌

[guiltyspark242]

Apologies if this has come up before, I’m new here and figuring it all out.

This is a fun side thought I had, I’m not really sure about the whole memory loss/alteration thing as sometimes I think Crowley says he doesn’t remember people just to be obtuse and because it’s fun. Also possibly because doing so shuts down the conversations he doesn’t want to have. But anyway…

So what if Aziraphale and Crowley fell in love when they were still in heaven, can angels fall in love? Well yes, I suppose they can but more what I mean is are they allowed to fall in love? Especially two powerful angels…(possibly one being a bringer of creation and the other a bringer of judgment?)

Love can lead to all sorts of sin - lust, envy and pride off the top of my head. Heaven is very orderly and strict, we don’t see any ease or friendship in the relationship between the other angels and Crowley and Aziraphale are the outliers.

So what if they fell in love and heaven didn’t like it, Crowley being the one to question authority and have his own point of view on things no doubt asked questions why not and then perhaps he took the fall for it, quite literally, to protect his innocent angel who still believed in all things holy. He gave up his entire being for Aziraphale. He never really took up his role in hell, never cared for it as he wasn’t there because he did anything wrong really, his heart wasn’t in it.

And in the fall he lost some of his memory of that time but even without the memories he was inexorably drawn to Aziraphale as soon as they met again. So for the last 6000 years he has never been far away protecting this angel, possibly without really knowing why but he just does it anyway and over the years of course their relationship evolves but they remain separated by the boundaries heaven has now imposed upon them, demon and angel, destined to remain enemies to ensure they don’t get back together.

And meanwhile Aziraphale stayed good and holy and an angel in his little bubble of bliss and also without some of his memories of that time with Crowley.

So what if in heaven Aziraphale discovered their past, that heaven tore them apart because it was afraid of them, that Crowley sacrificed himself for him, that caused Crowley so much pain and torture and that it currently stands between them yet again. Hell hath no fury…

He is the one to bring judgement and also to stop judgement. It’s his turn to be the protector and stand up for the one who has loved him and watched over him for so long.

[slayers-testament]

[expvrgction] "We of Hell may have taken everyone who meant the whole of reality to you, but judging from all that lingering presence around you, not all of them are dead. I can say with certainty that they are just missing."

"...It would be a shame if I found one of them, isn't it, Slayer?"

(for this meme! davoth no you ain't threatening to harm any of this guy's remaining friends)

@expvrgction Hell Hath No Fury Like a Slayer Scorned

There were a finite amount of things in this world that could really get under William’s skin. Davoth was one of them, and he was full aware that the Primal was fully aware of this fact. The mere existence of this entity brought about the demonic hordes to slaughter everyone he knew and loved, leaving him a lone man on a mission of vengeance, and if there was one thing that drove him to keep living, it was to make sure that Davoth doesn’t.

And now that same Primal is threatening what few allies he has left.

This had been personal since the beginning, even if only from William’s perspective, but now that Davoth is actively making threats... the Slayer laughed.

Not a laugh of happiness, not one of fear... but a deep, burning passion of vengeance, anger, pain, all of the foundations of his never ending quest for revenge manifesting in a laugh... of confidence.

He didn’t know what Davoth’s endgame was. He honestly didn’t care, it didn’t mean shit to him. What he did know was that he was the one man capable of tearing down the foundation of Immora, of bringing down Heaven and Earth on the Primal’s head... and here he was, taunting him as though he actually stood a chance against his own ferocity primal, unyielding rage.

“Alright then... try it. I fucking dare you. I’ve lost more people than anyone else in this massive war, and I’ll be damned if I let you hurt another one of my allies. My friends, my family... I’m going to be their shield, glistening in your blood as I tear you to shreds, bit by painful bit.

“I’m coming for you, Davoth. You can’t escape me; I’ll chase you to the end of reality. And even if it means the death of me, I’ll see your skull crushed under my boot heel.”

[mandalhoerian]

That was such a fun and engaging response! I enjoyed reading it and I can’t deny a lot of the logic in your response.

Just wanted to make a few things clear, the smol servant potato is a reference to an actual OC fic I read the other day 😂 I meant it less in the context of the fic and more about the appearances.

I know in terms of appearances that’s a major difference between the two. I can see what you mean in terms of blur between Y/N and OC.

I suppose it really just depends on the author. Some authors go the whole mile and don’t even include the word Y/N or even gender. It depends on individual and what you’re comfortable with. Others will really use Y/N as an OC, she’s short, has thick thighs, slvtty waist, the whole nine yards. Which to that point even I question what the hell I’m reading haha.

And like I said, I genuinely don’t believe one is better than the other, I enjoy them both, simultaneously write both as well. It’s an artistic choice and while I may not agree with everything, you made some great points, andyou are correct in saying that all you have to do is scroll.

Loved this response from you, this was fun, thank you for being such a cool sport Shai <3

LMAOOO I figured that had to be a reference! My first thought was that it had to be from a Call of Duty fic, there’s always a smol sergeant out there who's somehow an elite operative but looks like they belong in a Build-A-Bear workshop (I mean it could work if you know how to make it work. there's always something called a "sleeper build" and hell hath no fury like a short woman) But yeah, I get the difference in terms of appearances, and you’re absolutely right, reader fics can blur those lines depending on the author.

Some reader fics definitely go all out in creating a character to the point where I’m sitting there like, "I would not say that, lil bro." And that’s when the immersion cracks a little, you know? Meanwhile, some reader fics do leave the Y/N as vague as possible, which I appreciate for the flexibility. It really does depend on the individual author and how they handle it, just like you said!

But overall, I agree, it’s all about personal preference, and neither type of fic is inherently better. I love that you’re open to both and see them as artistic choices! At the end of the day, again, it’s about scrolling past what doesn’t hit and enjoying what does. Thanks for the fun back-and-forth; this has been such a good convo!

Much love back at ya, and thanks for being a good sport too. ❤️

[avatar-anna]

can you do one where harry started dating y/n to get closer to her best friend bc harry has like a hugeeeee crush on her so he decided to date y/n to get closer to her but then he fell in love with y/n and y/n find out the real reason about why harry dates her and all that angsty stuff ( you can end it however you like!) Thank you so much ❤️🥺

She knew tradition wasn't so traditional anymore, but maybe Y/n should've known her relationship had been doomed from the start when she was the one to ask harry out. He said yes, which sent her over the moon with happiness, but once the novelty of being with him faded and the reality of the relationship set in, she realized dating him wasn't what she had envisioned in her head.

She planned dates, she sent the good morning and good night texts, she kissed his cheek and reached for his hand. Harry wasn't a bad boyfriend, but he was just kind of...average, and she didn't like settling for average when she knew she deserved better.

And one night when they were out with all their friends, it hit her.

All the things Y/n had been wanting from Harry, all the little touches and smiles she wanted to share with him, he was doing with her best friend. The moment she realized that, she felt sick, hurt beyond belief, used. how could she have been so stupid?

But as the saying goes, "hell hath no fury like a woman scorned," so when she and harry were finally alone, she broke up with him. No explanation, no warning, she just told him plainly, "I think we should see other people."

And Harry didn't even seem hurt, just surprised (probably because he was only with her to get close to her best friend). So then they were done, they went back inside and hung out with their friends, and it wasn't until she was alone in her bedroom that she finally let her wall crumble.

It was pathetic, but Y/n was miserable, torn up over a sham of a relationship. Perhaps she was mourning the loss of friendship too, knowing that she wouldn't be able to go back to the way things were after knowing what she did. Y/n finally had what she wanted, only for it to be a complete disaster.

But after a few weeks, she began to pick up the pieces. She started going out with her friend group again once she felt strong enough and comfortable enough to be around Harry, knowing that she wouldn't have been able to handle one of her best friends openly flirting with her other best friend. So she waited, and waited, until she was finally ready, or as ready as she'd ever be.

Her best friend was the first one to pull her aside at the bar, concern wrinkling her brows. "Where the hell have you been? It's so unlike you to not answer my calls! And the Harry thing? How could you not tell me that you broke up with—"

"He's into you," she blurted, effectively cutting off her friend.

Shock was evident on her face as she asked, "What?"

"We were together, but he was all over you, and I didn't want to fight a losing battle, so I just ended it."

Her friend pulled her in for a hug. She was the only one who knew about Y/n's feelings for Harry before they started seeing each other, and had even worked with her on how to ask him out.

"You know I would never go out with him, right? I wouldn't do that to you, Y/n, I swear."

"I know," Y/n said, squeezing her best friend just as tight. "It just sucks, you know? No one ever choses me, not even Harry. I had to ask him out, but he said yes, and yet he still—he still didn't want me."

She didn't mean to start crying, she really was fine. but perhaps not. Rejection was a tough pill to swallow for anyone, but as someone who no one ever really saw as more than a friend or a sister or whatever, it was awful.

"Oh honey, I'm so sorry," he friend said, pulling Y/n further from their friends so she wasn't having a meltdown in front of them. "Harry's a dickhead for not seeing how amazing you are."

"Yeah but it's not just harry, is it? this has been my whole life. something must be wrong with—"

"Hey, is everything okay?"

Harry was the last person Y/n wanted to see right now, especially when she was crying over him with the person he was into. Sniffling, she tried to dry her tears as best as she could. "I'm fine, H."

"Listen, I know we broke up, but we're still friends, so you can come to me if—"

"You know what? I know that we were friends, but I don't know if we can be right now. I—I don't think you realize how much I liked—how much I still like you, so I just—I can't."

Y/n's friend gave her a thumbs up as she walked out of the bar. She wasn't expecting to unload on Harry like that, but she did feel a lot better after the fact.

She was outside for about two minutes when the bar doors opened up and Harry was alone with her. "Y/n, I just—I don't understand. You were the one who broke up with me out of nowhere."

She didn't understand why he was still playing games with her. They weren't together anymore, he wasn't into her, so why was he acting confused?

"You're into my best friend, Harry! You hardly gave me the time of day when we were dating, but when we're out with friends, you're practically infatuated with Y/f/n!" she said, more frustrated with him than ever. The look on his face told her everything she needed to know too. He didn't even try to deny it. "Look, I, um, I know we weren't together for very long, but I've liked you for a really long time, which you obviously didn't know, but, um, a bit of advice? If you don't like someone, don't lead them on. Tell everyone I wasn't feeling well and went home, will you?"

Harry's face was unreadable, but Y/n just wanted to go home and be alone again. She couldn't stand there while he looked at her pityingly, unable to come up with any kind of explanation or excuse.

So she left. She walked home, the brisk air clearing her head. The bar wasn't far from her apartment, but it wasn't exactly close, either. But it ended up being just what Y/n needed to calm herself down. When she got home, she pulled out her laptop and started researching.

She was going away on a little self-care vacation to forget about Harry, all she had to figure out was where.

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Harry looked at his phone, staring at Y/n's Instagram page like a stalker. She'd been gone nearly a month now, and he had no idea when she was coming back.

He never thought he would make his closest friend cry, but seeing her eyes so full of tears made him feel like the biggest asshole on the planet.

He'd only ever seen her as a friend, and had had a crush on her best friend for a while. Y/n was always so quiet and closed off at times about her feelings, so he was surprised when she asked him out, and perhaps it was for the wrong reasons, but he said yes because he didn't want to hurt her feelings.

Things were fine, they weren't great, but they were fine. He still had a crush on Y/n's friend, and it was wrong of him, but his feelings couldn't change over night, and he would find himself gravitating towards her and not Y/n at times.

It was safe to say that everything was just one big mess. Y/n liked Harry, but Harry liked her best friend. he didn't know who Y/n's friend liked, but it obviously wasn't Harry. When he came back into the bar, she went off on him about fucking with her best friend and how she would never be into him when Y/n so clearly was.

In all honesty, harry never realized Y/n liked him that way until she’d asked him out, but while she was gone, he was able to look back and see signs. she had been there for him for years—at parties, family functions, midnight study sessions, midnight stress sessions—anytime harry needed someone, Y/n was there.

How did he not know?

And now that she was gone, Harry felt Y/n's absence. It didn't help that she wasn't answering his texts or phone calls, didn't acknowledge the few times he commented on her Instagram posts, and apparently had given her best friend specific instructions to not give him updates. He had no idea what she was up to, he couldn't talk to her, and it was torture.

Her posts on her Instagram page made his heart skip a beat. she'd never posted like that before, and he was happy that she was confident and comfortable in her own skin, but he hated the fact that he was noticing her now and not beforehand. Harry always thought Y/n was beautiful, but it was like now he was being punched in the face by her beauty.

So now she was out finding herself, thriving because he wasn't there, and he was miserable, but he supposed it was only fair.

Harry was scrolling way past Y/n's vacation to when they were at university together. Her page was littered with posts of them at pubs and coffee shops and at sporting events. Her head on his shoulder, his arm around her, smiles wide and dimples showing. They really were two peas in a pod, and he never—

She was calling him. Y/n was actually calling him. Harry scrambled to hit the answer button and not accidentally like one of her posts from four years ago.

"Y/n. Hey," he said, feeling breathless all of a sudden.

"Hi, H. how have you been?" she asked, like they hadn't spoken in weeks.

Her voice was like music to his ears. He didn't realize a person could miss a voice, but he did. He absolutely did. "I'm—I'm good. Are you—Are you still on vacation?"

"No, I got back a couple hours ago," she said, which made Harry's heart skip a beat. What the hell was happening to him? "Y/f/n wants to go out tonight as a kind of welcome back. Are you free?"

"Uh, yeah—yes. Of course. What time?"

He figured he would've been the last person Y/n would want to see, but he wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth. He missed her a lot, and he wanted to tell her that. He wanted to tell her a lot of things.

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Y/n was nervous as she entered the bar. She hadn't been back in weeks, and now she was coming back a new woman.

Vacation was exactly what she needed. On the plane ride, she realized that she was the type of person to give and give and give. To everyone but herself. And now that she was alone on vacation, she only had herself to give to. and she did.

She slept in, she bought clothes she didn't need, she drank cocktails with little umbrellas in them. She even went to a spa, something she'd never ever done before.

It was amazing, everything Y/n needed and more. She obviously thought about Harry, but she made it a point not to think about him so much, which was hard when he kept calling and texting her, but she managed.

But now that she was back, she felt ready to see him again, for real this time. Y/n knew that those feelings she had for him weren't going to go away anytime soon, but enough time went by where she could go back to suppressing her feelings. Harry had been her friend for years, she couldn't just let that fall down the drain.

He was actually the first person she saw upon entering the bar, and she briefly saw a smile curve onto his face before someone slammed into her with a hug.

"You're here!"

Y/n couldn't have been happier to see her best friend again. "I missed you so much."

"I missed you too. You should've taken me with you, you dick, but I understand why you didn't," she said jokingly. "Come. Everyone's so happy to see you again."

So Y/n went over to her and her friends' normal booth, smiling when everyone greeted her. She'd always been the quiet type, but she gained a newfound confidence while on vacation, and she let it carry her through the night. Where she would've spoken softly to Harry, Y/f/n, and the rest of the group individually, she was practically the center of attention, talking about all her adventures, making jokes with everyone, and having the best time.

"I'm gonna get another drink. Does anyone want one?" she asked.

When she received a resounding no, she went over to the bar by herself. As she waited for a drink, someone came up to her. A very cute someone.

"Hello," she said, smiling faintly. She'd been bold all night, but now she felt all shy again.

"Hi. How are you?"

She was cautious as she spoke to him, but she stayed by the bar anyway, thinking that maybe she needed to expand her horizons a little more now that she was home.

He was nice and offered to buy her drink, and actually asked her questions about herself. He didn't really give her butterflies, but she didn't mind. It was just nice to be noticed.

That was how she felt on vacation too. Boys came up to her while on tours of the city, at bars and clubs, it was all kind of new to her, and a little overwhelming. She didn’t do much with them, just flirted and asked that they take her picture from time to time. She tried to kiss one of them to see if she could move on, but it just didn't feel right, so she kept her fun to innocent flirting, and the occasional flirty social media post, knowing a certain someone might see it. A little desperate, and maybe even pathetic, but hey, Y/n looked good, she felt good, and she decided that everyone needed to know.

And having been so wrapped up in her conversation, she didn't even realize Harry was next to her until he tapped her gently on the shoulder.

"I just wanted to check on you," he said. "You've been gone for a while."

"Well, here I am," Y/n said, feeling a little awkward now that she saw Harry sizing up the guy on her other side. "I'll be back in a little, okay?"

"Is this your brother?" the guy asked. "It's nice to meet you. I'm—"

"I'm not her brother. I'm actually her b—"

"He's a friend. One of the friends I came with tonight, so I should probably get back," she said quickly before Harry said something they'd both regret.

Grabbing him by the wrist, she pulled him along until they were outside. Y/n shivered a little, wrapping her arms around herself as the cold seeped into her bones. She'd become so used to sunny weather, she'd almost forgotten what it felt like to be outside at night back home.

"What were you—Thank you—What were you doing, Harry? that was none of your business," she said. She was frowning at Harry, even when he draped his jacket around her shoulders. It was warm and smelled like him, but she tried to ignore that so she could stay annoyed.

"You don't know who that guy was, Y/n. He could've been a creep, and you would've fallen right into his trap if I hadn't been there," he reasoned, or tried to reason. But Harry had never been protective of Y/n like that before. She would give him her drink while she went to the bathroom, and she trusted him to take her home and get her safely into bed when she had a little too much to drink, but she was pretty sure he was about to say he was her boyfriend, and that was definitely not something Harry had ever done before.

"What were you going to tell him? When he asked if you were my brother?"

Perhaps she was only setting herself up for failure by getting her hopes up, by even entertaining this conversation, but she was curious. She wanted to know what changed.

"I—I don't know. I just—I just knew that I didn't like that we've hardly spoken in weeks, and that even though you're here now, you've hardly given me the time of day. and I know that's rich coming from me and you probably think I'm a dick, but I've been miserable since we last spoke a few weeks ago, and I guess I just wanted you to know."

Harry's cheeks were red, but Y/n wasn't sure if it was from his confession or the cold.

She was speechless now, utterly unsure of what to say. On the one hand, it was along the lines of what she'd been waiting to hear, only it came at a time where she was debating whether she should move on from Harry. This all could be some pride thing where he didn't want to date her, but didn't want anyone dating her, either, and that she wouldn't stand for. On the other hand, though, he could just be a stupid boy who was slow to recognize feelings.

"You shouldn't be. I thought you didn't like me that way," she finally said, looking down at her feet. They were hurting from being in heels, and all y/n wanted was to take them off and go to bed. "I put myself out there and asked you out, but it would've been much less painful if you let me down then instead of letting me think I had a chance. And now here you are acting like a jealous boyfriend when I know that isn't the case because—"

"I want to try again!"

That made her look up at him. His eyes were wide, like he was surprised he'd said that.

"Huh?"

"I took our friendship for granted. I took you for granted, and I'm sorry," Harry said, taking a chance by stepping closer to her. "I—I did have a crush on Y/f/n, but when you were gone, I didn't know what to do with myself. I realized that I thought she was cute and nice, but you—not talking to you drove me insane.

"How I handled things wasn't right. I should've been honest about my feelings," Harry said, nervously fiddling with the hem of his shirt. "And I know it might not seem like it, but I'm trying to be honest about them now. I like you. I want to be with you. I want to be better for you because you deserve better, but if you—if you don't like me that way anymore, that's fine I'll understand. I saw on Instagram that you were hanging out with other guys, and that's fine. I'll even be your wingman for that bloke back there at the bar, but I thought you deserved the truth."

Y/n looked at him closely. She'd always had a hard time reading Harry, but right now his heart was on his sleeve. Now she just had to decide whether she wanted to wear her heart like that too.

"I...don't. i'm sorry, Harry. You're just a little too late."

Harry's face fell completely, the little ember of hope he had winking out. "Oh. I understand. Thank you for being honest."

After an awkward silence, he muttered a farewell and began to walk off. When he was a few paces away, Y/n couldn't hold it in anymore.

"Harry!"

He turned around immediately. She was sure he thought she was just giving his jacket back as she slipped it from her shoulders, but when he was close enough, she spoke again.

"I was kidding."

"You—You what?"

"I was kidding," she said again, a small smile appearing on her face. "I just needed a little revenge. Give you a taste of your own medicine, if you will."

Y/n wanted to launch herself at Harry the moment he said he was miserable while she was gone, but she couldn't cave that easily. She needed him to know how badly he'd hurt her, and she needed to see for herself that he meant everything he said. Maybe it was a little mean, but she had to know.

"So you—you're saying that—that you would like to..."

Nodding, she said, "Yes. You're an ass, Harry Styles, but I still like you. I'd like to give us another chance too."

Harry shook his head as he came closer, clearly exasperated by her little test. "You're a little shit, you know that?"

"Hey! I'd be nice to me, if I were you. You don't know what—Ah!"

Y/n couldn't even form her next word as Harry picked her up and spun her around. Her arms instinctively went around his neck as she held on tight, her cheeks hurting as she smiled against his chest.

Both of them were giggling and smiling like idiots when he finally set her down, though they stayed just as close as before, so much so that Y/n had to tilt her head up to look at him properly.

"Thank you for giving me another chance," he said, all business now.

"Thank you for apologizing," she replied. "And I know this is all very important, but I would really like to kiss you now."

"Don't have to tell me twice."

There were moments where Y/n thought that her feelings were merely a silly crush on a boy she'd known for years. She was comfortable around Harry, and he was really the only boy in her life at times, so of course she would develop feelings.

But kissing him now shattered those thoughts. This was no silly crush. This was the real deal, if the electricity zapping from her head to her toes was anything to go by. And she could tell Harry felt it too. He hugged her closer to his chest and leaned down even more to deepen the kiss, pushing her mouth open with his own to explore more of her.

It just felt right. Y/n didn't have much to go off of, but she was pretty sure a kiss didn't get any more perfect than this one.

"I'll make it up to you, I promise," Harry said, his forehead heavy against hers.

"There's a new italian place downtown I've been dying to try," Y/n said, the corner of her mouth tipping up into a smile. She was sure some people would insist that Harry didn't have to make anything up, but she was still his friend, and she would milk this for as long as she could (within reason, of course).

And Harry knew that too. He saw her smile and recognized the mischief in it. "You're gonna enjoy me grovelling, aren't you?"

Leaning forward, she gave him a quick peck on the lips, still smiling. "Definitely."

[hisserenity]

Scorned

Coming Soon

Pairing: Jack Harlow x fem!reader

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.

A woman who has been rejected or betrayed in love is not one to be messed with.

Y/N rubs her temples for what feels like the millionth time while on the phone with Jack, her ex boyfriend. “She’s my daughter too y/n! You can’t keep her from me.” He exclaims through FaceTime. “I’m not keeping her from you Jackman! She doesn’t want to see you. She heard everything that you said. You may have not seen her but she was there. And don’t even say you didn’t mean any of it because if you didn’t mean it, those words wouldn’t have ever slipped past your lips. Every time you call, I try and try and try to get her to be in frame and talk to you but she just runs and hides saying no. You may have broken my heart but you shattered hers. I hate seeing her cry every night asking me why daddy said those things and asking me why daddy doesn’t love her anymore and to tell you that whatever she did-she’s sorry. Do you not realize how difficult this whole thing is for me Jack? We loved you with every fiber of our beings and you just laughed in our faces.” She finally gets out not realizing that she was sobbing the entire time. There’s a brief amount of silence before Jack speaks. “Loved? Like past tense?” Y/n can hear the sadness in his voice. “Yes Jack, loved. We are officially done. And if Amara decides that one day she wants to talk to you, I will let her call you in a heartbeat. I will never keep her from you but I will be damned if I force a relationship on my daughter that she doesn’t want. I’ve gotta go Jack. Bye.” Y/n hangs up before truly letting the sobs escape. She doesn’t hear the little footsteps of her daughter until she feels small arms wrap around her. “Is okay mommy. You will always have me. We don’t need daddy.” Y/n places a hand against her daughters face. “I know baby. It’s you and me forever.”

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any LONG slowburn sterek fics that you love? if you dont mind 🥰

Sure!! Here are some long AMAZING slow burns. ❤️

Trust Fall by Stoney | 144.2K | Explicit

Stiles is fairly certain that a case could be made for every bad thing in his life coming back to Peter Hale. This time it's pissing off a powerful witch, who retaliated by swapping Stiles and Derek a la Freaky Friday, because sure. That makes sense. Um, there are GPAs on the line, not to mention the whole thing where his dad wants to shoot Derek on sight. Except who he sees as Derek is actually Stiles, and Stiles did not sign up for filicide.

Great. Wait...does this mean he's the Alpha until they figure this out? Holy. Shit.

Settle Down by wearing_tearing, whatthehale | 153.1K | Explicit

Stiles is a struggling author barely making ends meet.

Derek is a successful architect whose biological clock is ticking.

Enter a surrogacy agency, two packs, and a particularly sticky and toe curling heat week and you get a match made in heaven.

Where the Real Beasts Are by kaistrex (weishen) | 109.1K | Explicit

Crown Prince Stiles is gifted a direwolf on his eighteenth birthday by King Gerard I of Venatia. The only instruction? Never remove the collar.

Stiles never has been one to do as he’s told.

The Feeling That I’m Under by wearing_tearing | 289.5K | Explicit

Stiles is a paramedic and Derek gets into a bike accident.

It’s kind of love at first sight.

I Still Believe by IAmAVeronica | 111.4K | Explicit

War is hell. Falling in love with enemy solider Derek Hale, secretly mating him, and then accidentally being left behind by him when the war suddenly and violently ends is a special kind of hell apparently reserved for one human omega Stiles Stilinski. But Stiles is determined to find his mate again, because Derek left more than just Stiles in a war-ravaged and werewolf-hating country - and with danger at every turn and nothing but Derek's gun and his own wits for protection, hell hath no fury like Stiles now.

Enemy Lines by qhuinn (tekla) | 149.1K | Explicit

This is the story of werewolf Derek Hale and human Stiles Stilinski: two people who grew up in the same town but completely different worlds, their realities split by the war between men and wolves.

Years later when Derek returns to Beacon Hills, he does it as Alpha of a military pack on a mission to capture those responsible for the region’s resistance. With his main objective, Sheriff Stilinski, out of sight, he settles for the next best thing: his son, Stiles.

Neither of them suspects they’ll need to trust each other if they want to make it out this alive.

Pack Wars by miss_aphelion | 158.6K | Mature

Scott liked to call it the Great Pack Divide of 2012.

Derek liked to call Scott an idiot.

(Or the one where Derek kidnaps Stiles to teach Scott a lesson, and ends up learning a few things himself)

a mountain to climb by grimm | 126.4K | Explicit

"Don’t do it,” he mutters. “Don’t do it, please, don’t do it.”

But there it is, a soft pink line appearing right next to the control. Stiles’ legs give out from under him; he sinks to the bathroom floor, hands shaking, his entire body shaking. It’s hard to breathe, his vision blurring around the edges. There’s a knock on the door behind him and then it opens and Scott sits down next to him.

“I’m fucked,” Stiles gasps, tears prickling at his eyes. “I’m fucked!"

What Fresh Twilight Bullshit Is This? by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella) | 196.1K | Explicit

“I am not Bella!” he insisted, shaking his fist angrily at Jackson, as if he’d been the one to suggest he was. “I am not Bella! I am, like, a Jacob, at least!”

Lydia made a noise of debate from his right and he whipped around to look at her.

“What?! What was that sound?!”

“You’re more of a Mike,” she insisted, shrugging neatly and flipping some curls over her shoulder.

Don't Savage The Messenger by exclamation | 172.3K | Explicit

There is an uneasy truce between the werewolves in the woods and the humans who live in Beacon Hills, protected by a magical boundary that gives warning any time a werewolf crosses it. Then the sheriff is taken by the werewolves and his son offers himself in exchange.

Stiles promises to serve the werewolf pack, not knowing what horrible use they might have for him. But it turns out his most useful skill is the ability to cross the boundary line between humans and werewolves. Life with the werewolves is nothing like he feared and the werewolves themselves are nothing like the hunters' stories would have him believe.

The Boy and the Beast by Dira Sudis (dsudis) | 116.6K | Mature

In which events in Beacon Hills go rather differently from the start, and a Beauty and the Beast (ish) story ensues. (Scott is not a teacup and no one sings about their feelings.)

Hallowed Grounds by damnfancyscotch | 109.5K | Mature

Everything in Beacon Hills is the same when Stiles comes home from college.

Well, except for the fact that he's a published author now, Scott is halfway across the world with a travelling circus, Erica's epilepsy has been cured, her boss offers him a job too, and there's this weird black dog that seems to be following him around just to judge him.

Oh, and the murders, of course.

But other than that stuff... totally the same old BH.

The Circus at the End of the World by mikkimouse | 91K | Explicit

Three hundred years ago, the world ended not with a bang or a whimper, but with magic.

Since then, magic has been outlawed, and the world has clawed its way back to some kind of stability, with people and shifters alike divided between living within the walled safety of the Havens, or the small, less protected outposts dotting the frontier.

Derek Hale and his sisters, Laura and Cora, are the proprietors of Hale's Circus of Magic, Monsters, and Mystical Wonders, known colloquially as the Circus at the End of the World. They and their ragtag pack ride the rails between the outposts and the Havens, performing for those who can pay (and some who can't). Their circus is a small haven in and of itself, a place of safety for those who have nowhere else to go.

It's a quiet life...until Stiles Stilinski joins the crew.

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@krzys2000 No worries, you’re good.

Gotta love oblivious villains. They make for such great plot-furthering devices.

The British Isles were long since fucked. Lily had plans for her dear sister and Petunia’s oh so normal family. Hell hath no fury indeed.

We’d have three schools having WTF looks thanks to the Goblet’s reaction. Three for the price of one! That it’s a magical artifact that’s the one reacting in fear is just telling of the terror that MK is but we all know that certain idiots *cough Dumbles cough* will take the reaction and still underestimate who they’re dealing with.

Remind me, does Valinor have a Divine Farmer of its own? A plant god? Bc Neville having a green hand I think was more headcanon than canon. But either way, Neville tapping into plant power would be hilariously terrifying. And Luna being a seer sounds good, but not in the same way fortune tellers like the divination teacher. I’m fairly sure that it got said a lot in the HP fandom about Luna having fae blood which is why she was the way she was, not just the trauma of seeing her mother’s death. So Luna being able to just know things, especially if asked specifically certain questions, that could be a pretty good assist to chaos shenanigans with Valinor. Plus Luna having it right with her animals and so helping to tend to a magical menagerie of other dimension creatures plus how own would be terrifying yet cute.

Plus I hated Neville’s grandmother. Let her be brought through the ringer, considering how much of a detriment she was to Neville’s well-being. Luna’s dad is pretty cool in my books though even with the whole stunt he did in betraying Harry, but it was for Luna’s safety so understandable. Xeno being a point of contact in the Wizarding World perhaps?

Jack has a very supportive family and we love them in all their bloodshed.

Ooo, I like it! Jack only meant to help and help he did! And now the sprites and fairies want to help him too. The Guardians and Pitch plus any other spirits that were bad to Jack one way or another won’t know what hits them!

Dude. Dude. That ship sounds so badass! Also, did you ever see Treasure Planet? My mind is kinda thinking now of the ship going through dimensions like how they went through space like that.

he needs a break