#malia was right for hitting that!

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Warm (Jey Uso/OC)

An on-again, off-again couple takes the snowy ride to the next town together.

PAIRING: Jey Uso x OC

Word Count: 6.3k

Warning: The usual smut and everything in between.

A/N: First fic of the year! Enjoy!

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"Hey girl, got a sec?"

Looking up to see Nia standing right in front of her, Malia stood up straighter. The locker room was full of her friends and fellow wrestlers, all done for the evening and packing up to leave the arena. "What's up?"

"I totally forgot that I agreed to carpool with Maxxine after the show," she said as they exited the locker room together. "I'm really sorry, it totally slipped my mind."

"Oh, that sucks," Malia said, a little disappointed as Nia was great company. "It's no big deal. I'll figure something out."

"Are you sure? It's starting to snow out there. Will you be okay on your own?"

"Alone on the road with full control of the heating and my own playlist?" Malia laughed. "I'll be fine."

Nia nodded. "Okay. I feel bad, so I'll ask around and see if anyone needs a ride. That way you can split the bills and stuff," she offered, pausing when she looked over Malia's shoulder. "Oooh, look who's coming our way," she grinned.

Curious, Malia turned around, and her heart skipped a beat as Josh Fatu walked in their direction, his carry-on behind him and his phone in front of him. She plastered an unbothered expression on her face and turned back to Nia, but the Irresistible Force saw right through the facade.

"Girl, you're blushing already!" she cackled. "You and him still fucking?"

"No, I'm not blushing. And no, we're not fucking," Not lately anyway, Malia added to herself, fluffing her Afro as nonchalantly as possible.

"Liar. You two crack me up, you're totally in love with each other but keep acting like you're not. I did warn you about the whole friends-with-benefits thing."

She did. And Malia caught feelings and had been trying to run from those feelings since. But not with much success, given that she and Josh were both part of the Monday Night Raw roster and lived in the same goddamn city which gave him plenty of access to her. The problem was she was falling in love and he wasn't, so she tried to save face by imposing an extended 'break' from each other, under the guise of 'seeing other people'. Being alone with him on a long midnight drive wasn't going to help her cause to break away.

"It's a three-hour trip from here to Cleveland. Think you can hold off for that long if you go together?" Nia asked, a little too gleefully for Malia's taste.

"Stop with the slander. You make it sound like I'm this raging nympho," she rebuffed.

"When it comes to him? Yes! I've witnessed it! You jump each other's bones every chance you get. How you guys aren't official, I'll never understand. He's getting closerrrr," Nia sang, clearly enjoying the way Malia was trying not to squirm. "Let me go talk to him."

Malia started to panic as Nia moved towards him. "Where are you going?" she warned, "Nia, no!"

"Um, you want a ride or not? Hey, Joshyyyy!"

"Savelina!" Malia hissed, falling silent when Josh looked up from his phone, his gaze lingering on her for a long, tense beat before moving to Nia. "Sup ladies," he said, tipping his bearded chin up in greeting. His jaw moved repeatedly, and she saw he was chewing gum when he opened his mouth to speak. Juicy Fruit, she predicted. His favorite.

"I heard you're driving by yourself tonight," Nia said to him.

His eyebrows rose skeptically. "Yeah..."

"You want a passenger? Cuz my girl over here needs someone to ride with, in more ways than one..."

"Lina, shut up," Malia cut in, stepping in front of her and meeting Josh head-on. "Forgive our friend, Becky hit her in the head too many times tonight," she explained, her insides warming when Jey laughed. "I was supposed to carpool with bitch over here but she made other plans and left me stranded. So umm...if you're going alone, would you mind if I tagged along?" Why the fuck did she sound like she was asking him to Prom?

Again, the air around them simmered with an unknown element. When he took longer than usual to respond, her heart sank a little. "It's cool if you don't want to, I can find someone else-"

"Nah, it's all good, uce, you can come along," he spoke up with a smile. "But I'm 'bout to leave right now, so if you ready-"

"I am," Malia answered, a bit too quickly, and flushed with embarrassment when the corner of his mouth curled upward in a bemused smile. It was then she realized that Nia had disappeared, leaving the two standing alone in the empty hallway.

"Uhh...We should get going," Malia spoke up, scratching awkwardly at the nape of her curly Afro.

Josh nodded, pausing as his eyes scanned her up and down again. "This what you wearin'?" he inquired.

She made a quick, albeit thorough twirl to show off her outfit, a short, figure-hugging beige dress accompanied by a black pair of furry knee-high Uggs. "Yeah, why? What's wrong with it?"

"It's a lil' chilly, no? I mean, don't get me wrong, you look real good, it's just-" Catching himself, he trailed off nervously before he could say anything else inappropriate.

"My jacket is right here, I'll be fine. But if I do get too cold, I'm sure you can keep me warm." Her smile was syrupy sweet as she let the innuendo sink in. The awkwardness was melting away, leaving only the sexual synergy they were both accustomed to.

Josh chuckled to himself and stepped closer to her. "A'ight, I see what'chu tryna do," he said in a lower, huskier timbre that made her loins flutter. "Let's get outta here before I do sum'n we'll both like."

She wanted to ask what was stopping him but instead took the hand he held out to her. It was big and protective and the gentle way he rubbed his thumb over hers always made her feel safe. Together they left the building and into the indoor parking lot. He helped her put her things in the trunk of his Ford Expedition rental, and she fought the urge to stare at his ass when he bent over.

As they began their journey, her gaze landed on her on-again, off-again 'boyfriend', his own fixed on the road ahead. Wearing a fitting dual-colored Nike tracksuit, he looked yummy himself. The hand that had held hers was now on the steering wheel, and she found herself wishing it was touching her again but on a more risqué part of her body this time. They were on a 'break' but she envisioned a lot of difficulty keeping things platonic tonight.

"Since when do you listen to Bon Jovi?" She broke the ice several minutes later, talking over the eighties rock ballad that was playing on the radio and was surprised it hadn't been turned off. "You always used to tell me to change that shit," she laughed.

"They not so bad, they got some good workout songs," he defended with a shrug. "How come you didn't take a flight tonight?" he asked.

She gave a shrug of her own. "I don't know. I probably should have. But with the weather and everything, there'd probably be tons of delays at the airport. I would have ended up sitting there all night. How about you?"

"Same. I prefer the open road anyway," he replied. "Drive fast, blast some good music, you know what it is." He shot her a grin, making selections on the GPS. "Everything good? You comfortable?"

Smoothing her dress down her crossed legs, she nodded and tilted her seat back. "Yeah, I'm good," she responded.

"So how was Christmas? Whatchu do? Spend time with your man?" Josh asked.

Malia snorted and flipped her hair. "Ain't no man. He's an insecure bum so he's gone. I stayed with my brother and his family for a few days, played with my nieces, they're so big now."

He wanted to feel bad about the way his heart leapt for joy about her relationship status. "I told you he was a bum from the jump, uce," he mumbled.

"Well, you were right. Congrats," she bit sarcastically.

"I ain't wanna be right though. I just want you to be happy," said Josh, exchanging a glance with her, his stare filled with its familiar warmth that was charged with something else.

Being here is a bad idea.

"What about you? You were with your boys and their mom, I'm guessing," she kept the conversation going.

"More of the boys, less of their mom," he clarified.

"That's it? No woman to warm your bed?"

He snorted and shot her a bombastic side-eye. "If I remember clearly, you sent the last woman I was with packin', with your razor-sharp ass tongue."

Malia burst out laughing. "Ha, that bitch? She's a clout-chasing airhead. One conversation with her and my IQ got fucked up. Stop messin' with those NXT bimbos, Joshua. It's not a good look."

"Why you so pressed though?" He had an idea, but he wanted to hear it straight from the horse's mouth.

"I'm not pressed. You smarter than that. She wasn't good for you."

"And you know this, how?"

Because she ain't me. None of them are. "I just know," was all she said.

"Huh. We seem to 'know' a lot about each other," Josh noted, "So why don't you want us to stay together?" he asked.

And there it is. "You already know the answer," she responded, with a hint of attitude.

"No I don't, so how 'bout you fill me in, huh," he retorted. They had stopped at a red light so he now had all the time to look her in the eye.

Exhaling a heavy sigh, she refused to get suckered in. "Because. Your roster is deep enough as it is," she mumbled.

"What roster?"

Malia huffed and crossed her arms over her chest. "Oh, we gonna play dumb now? I'm not the only woman you're fucking, Joshua."

"The last person I had sex with was you, right before you dumped me for ol' boy," Josh replied, annoyance creeping into his tone.

"Correction. I did not dump you. Dumping implies that we were dating," Malia argued. "I distinctly remember you saying you weren't looking for nothin' serious, so it ain't dumping if there's no relationship to dump."

The silence that followed was deafening, even with the music playing. The temperature in the car plummeted several degrees. Josh simply shook his head. "Damn, that how you feel all this time? Okay then." he tsked, releasing the brakes as the light turned green. "A'ight. Note taken."

The hurt swirling in his voice surprised her. Rattled, she opened her mouth to speak, but wisely decided to close it back. Because there really was nothing to say. This was the consequence of getting involved with someone without setting clear boundaries; the result of repeatedly holding off the simple task of defining a relationship — nothing but uncertainty and heartache. It was the bed she made long ago and now she had to lie in it.

But oddly enough, that seemed to be the appeal of entanglements; the thrill, the warped sense of freedom to do whatever you wanted to each other with no strings. But intimacy always had its attachments, and Malia had been attached to Josh for a long, long time with no idea how to cut the strings without getting hurt.

"The snow seems to be getting worse," she changed the subject and with good reason. They seemed to be driving into a storm. The snowfall was heavier and the nearly empty highway was turning white. "Are you sure we'll make it into Cleveland like this?"

Her question was answered only a few seconds later, by the flashing lights and flares up ahead. A car wreck, and a bad one judging from the amount of fire, rescue, and police crews on the scene. As Josh slowed the car to a crawl, they were greeted by a gruesome tableau.

The many bright, flashing lights cast a grotesque glow on the crumpled remains of an SUV. A black bag, zipped and strapped to a stretcher, was being loaded into the back of an ambulance. Malia's eyes widened with horror. The mangled car was the same type as theirs, and the driver's seat was covered in blood, a lot of it splattered on the white snow. "Oh no...Babe..." she breathed.

Her voice was tiny. Scared. Josh grabbed her hand and squeezed it repeatedly to get her attention. "Ay, don't look. Look at me," he cajoled, waiting for her to do so, running his thumb over hers to quell her panic. "I'll take the next exit. Let's find somewhere to crash until morning." He cringed. "Bad choice of words. Sorry."

"You don't mind stopping?" she asked, feeling a little sick. There was no way she was going any further with what she'd just witnessed.

"Personally, I'd rather be late gettin' where I'm going than never gettin' there at all."

"I agree. I'll check if there's any available hotels nearby," she offered, reaching for her phone in the console.

"You good?" he checked on her again, his fingers flexing around hers.

"I'm okay. It's just...that was horrible," Malia shuddered. "But you calmed me down. You've always been good at that." She smiled gratefully at him.

"Mm-hmm," he mumbled, as he lifted the back of her hand to his lips in a gentle kiss. He then rested his hand on her bare leg, running it up her smooth chocolate skin. Ironically, her dress gave him perfect access to the sensitivity of her inner thigh, and he allowed his fingers to dance over it.

Malia cast her eyes down to watch his hand disappear under her dress. This was what she liked about him so much; his boldness, his sense of adventure. Only he could dare to touch on her while driving on a dark, sleety highway. "Boy, what are you doin'?" she asked as he squeezed her thigh. She tried to play it cool, tried to act like her skin had not been set ablaze by his touch.

"Keepin' you warm," he affirmed nonchalantly, as he slid his palm over her lace panties, his favorite on her, enjoying the feel of her moist warmth against the fabric. He had since learned that he couldn't stay mad at her for long. "I miss you," he whispered, breaching her underwear with one finger.

"I miss you too," she admitted, jerking as the finger slipped inside of her. "Oh, shit," she gasped, tilting her head back against the leather headrest.

"Phew, you wet as fuck," Josh whistled, eyeing up his ex with a Cheshire Cat-like grin. "Ol' boy wasn't fuckin' you like he should?"

Before she could answer, he slid another digit into her wetness, drawing another moan from her. She moved her legs further apart, causing her dress to ride higher up, and grabbed his wrist with both hands. "Fuck, yeah," she sighed, going slack in her seat.

Maybe it wasn't the brightest idea, Josh realized, as the sound of her wanton moans filled the car. As her pussy tightened around his fingers. He wasn't doing much for his own erect state by doing this, but the look on her face convinced him to keep going. He leaned over and kissed her cheek, keeping his eyes on the road. "How's that feel, hmm?" he asked.

The only response she could muster was another breathy moan while strengthening her grip on his wrist. She didn't want to come just yet, but between his fingers twisting deep inside her tightening core and the added heat rushing through her, she knew she wouldn't last long. She wanted this to last forever, just like every time she was with him; she clung desperately to every second, because each one was always better than the last. He just hit different. He always did.

The spell broke when she heard him curse and he abruptly stopped, slipping his fingers out of her. "The fuck?" she whined.

"Sorry, I had to," Josh explained, pointing. The smoky haze of passion and frustration cleared quickly enough for her to realize they had left the expressway and were now pulling into the parking lot of a hotel. Crossing her arms petulantly, she sat up straighter and pouted. "Goddamn tease. You ain't slick," she grumbled.

"Nope. But you are," he emphasized, holding up his fingers covered in her essence and bringing them to his mouth. "Mmm, sweet and spicy, like always."

His dirty snicker had her pussy clenching again. This man was going to be the death of her.

Parking the Expedition in front of the hotel door, they rushed in with their bags to the check-in desk and found the exhausted-looking receptionist behind the counter. It was clear they'd had a massive influx of people and that she was the only one handling everything.

"You're just in luck. We have one room left," the lady replied when Josh asked her if they had any vacancies. "It's probably our smallest room and only has one queen-sized bed, but it's perfect for a lovely couple like yourselves," she smiled warmly.

"We'll take it," Josh responded, handing over his credit card before Malia could reject it. Given the state of the weather outside and that horrendous crash they came across, it was likely the best, safest option.

They got the keycards and made a quick stop at the nearby Chipotle to get some food. Josh paid again, boxing Malia against the counter with his big frame and frowning menacingly at the cashier who had the nerve to flirt with her. Though there technically was no territory to mark, she didn't mind. Besides, it was cold outside and his body heat was inviting and much needed. Afterwards, they returned to the hotel and made it into the small room that was warm, toasty, and quite clean, making them feel a bit better that they wouldn't be stuck in some Bates Motel-type murder house.

"Last time we were stuck in a room together, we spent all afternoon working out how many pinning combinations we could make each other come in," Malia reminisced as she bit into her burrito.

"Yeah. I remember winning," Josh grinned proudly. "You can have the bed, by the way," he gestured to her. "Imma sleep on the couch, give you some space."

"Why?" Malia gave him a stern look. "The bed is big enough for both of us. Plus, your back will be fucked up if you sleep on that lil ass couch."

She wasn't wrong; the couch felt rather firm and it wouldn't be pleasant. Josh was trying to be a gentleman, but he ultimately agreed since driving tomorrow with a backache did not sound ideal.

After finishing their meals, they settled in, and Malia texted the Talent Relations rep to inform them of her and Josh's whereabouts. Unfortunately, the weather forecast on TV was pretty grim as they were expecting upwards of forty inches of snow. Getting to their destination in time tomorrow would be a tough ask.

Josh used the bathroom first to give Malia some privacy. When he re-emerged, she was stripped down to a short white bathrobe that did nothing to hide that body of hers, giving him a little peek of her voluptuous behind as she picked up her toilet bag.

Fuck.

"Babe, do you got a spare shirt I can sleep in?" She stood back upright, her throat drying up at the sight of his towel hanging low on his hips. She watched the rivulets of water drip down his tattooed chest and felt parched.

Josh swallowed. "Sure, I got somethin'." He crossed the room, reached inside his open luggage and pulled out a 'YEET' hoodie. "This okay?"

He gazed into her eyes, and Malia felt her knees quiver, almost like they were threatening to collapse beneath her. "Yeah, thanks," she smiled, taking the hoodie.

"You called me babe again." There was a small, teasing smile on his face.

Malia felt her face burn. "Oh, um...Yeah. Habit. Sorry..." Lost for words, she quickly departed, silently willing her limbs to not give out on her.

Waiting until the door had closed behind her, Josh sank down on the bed and tried to focus on the TV. He could hear her moving around. Brushing her teeth. Undressing. Rubbing his face, he groaned when he heard the shower start. After their argument in the car and what he did afterwards, his emotions were all over the place, and now they had to share this bed. Keeping his hands to himself was going to be a tough ask.

Keep your hands to yourself, Malia repeated to herself over and over as she finished up her skincare routine. It's just one night. Behave yourself. What happened in the car meant nothing.

Yes it did, the voice she fondly named 'Delulu', debated, He misses you, he said so himself. That's why he acted the way he did in the car. That's why he almost bit that cashier's head off in Chipotle.

She had a point. She recalled the full-blown lust in his eyes as he touched her, the eager movement of his fingers inside her as though he couldn't stop himself. Overall, it felt good to know he wasn't quite over her just as she wasn't quite over him.

Don't do it, her other voice, dubbed 'You Right' because it always was, warned. You're just his plaything, always have been. Why do you want to play house with a guy who doesn't love you like you love him? He just misses the pussy. That's it.

Good point.

But I miss the dick too! 'Delulu' pouted.

'You Right' rolled her eyes. Too bad. Take another shower, a cold one this time.

With a heavy sigh, Malia wrapped up her hair and put on her pajamas for the night. The hoodie was big on her, reaching her thighs. She decided against panties, having made up her mind about the voice she was going to listen to.

She returned to the warmth of the bedroom, instantly landing on the ruggedly handsome man stretched out on the left side of the bed. His favorite side. His gaze flickered from the TV to her, his lips twitching into a small smile.

"You make my merch look so sexy, baby," he commented.

"Why thank you Daddy," she replied, then froze, her eyes wide. Shit, did she just say that out loud? Judging from the heated look in his eyes, the answer was yes. The tension in the room could be cut with a knife as they regarded each other.

Sitting up straight in the bed, Josh clapped his hands. "A'ight, enough of this. Come here," he growled.

She thought he would never ask. She hurried to the bed and crawled towards him. He sat up straighter and reached for her, their lips crashing together before he had finished pulling her onto his lap. All the weeks of pent-up urges and desires came pouring out of them both as they kissed like the desperate, needy souls they had become. They only pulled back long enough to take off his t-shirt before they embraced again. His bronzed skin was warm underneath her palms, the touch of his hands seemingly burning through the hoodie onto her own.

Without breaking the kiss, Josh shifted so that they were lying on their sides, helping her tug his sweatpants down his hips. Once they were gone, he pulled her tightly against him as he slid his leg between hers, draping her top leg over his waist. He then pushed his hands under her hoodie, his fingers digging into her waist to grind her against his thigh. Malia smiled at his surprised gasp, his realization that she was wearing his merch and only that. She knew he could feel the moistness of her core, smearing his upper thigh as their kisses got even more heated. She let him pull off the hoodie, and Josh's eyes blazed with need as he gathered her right breast in his hand and devoured it with sucks and licks. Meanwhile her hand wrapped around his dick, stroking for a few moments before easing him inside her.

"Oh, shit," Josh froze, his expression slightly panicked, "I ain't got-"

"Calm down, I still got my IUD. You good." She kissed his lips and reared back a little, letting him push fully inside her, and he ripped his mouth from hers in a low groan and tucked his face in her neck.

"Fuck, Malia..."

She moaned with him, gripping his muscular shoulders as he moved inside her, and groaned again when his hand scraped down her back to squeeze her ass cheek tightly.

"Mmmph..."

"Yeah, I know you like that," he whispered, slapping her ass this time, his breath hot and heavy against her face. "Say my name baby, call out for me."

"Joshua...Daddy..."

"Mm-hmm, I love it. God, you're fuckin' beautiful," he said, his voice rough with need as he tongue-kissed her slowly, matching his grinding thrusts, sending chills running all over her body.

"Ohhh," she gasped, tensing in his arms, bewildered by her desire for him.

"Relax. I gotchu," he promised with another hungry, borderline sloppy kiss. He was nearing the pit of her stomach with his lengthening strokes, but he wanted more. He held up her thick thigh, automatically sliding him even deeper inside her. A big smile lit up his face as her mouth fell open; he knew she could feel all of it, the head of his dick toying with her g-spot, her breathing quickening as her slick moisture made its presence known with every push of his dick into her.

"Hear that?" Josh whispered, "Hear how wet you are?"

Malia dug her nails into his skin, staccato breaths pulling from her lungs as he rammed up into her again and again. "Shit," she whined, "Aw fuck, please don't stop," she begged, tears gathering in her eyes at the thought of him ceasing his actions.

"I ain't stoppin' baby." He couldn't seem to stop kissing her, doing it again as he increased his speed, his dick all up in her wet pussy. The sensations were dizzying, taking her to another dimension. "Uuuunh," she cried out with a shudder, the flutter of her pussy around his cock sending shockwaves of pleasure through her.

"You wanna come, babe? Wanna come for Daddy huh?" He pressed his forehead against hers, his hypnotic eyes holding her gaze as her whimpers for him grew louder. "Come, Malia," he urged with gritted teeth, his heart pounding from the emotions vibrating through him. "Come, baby girl. Nut on Daddy's dick. You look so beautiful when you come."

Malia heard what sounded like waves crashing in her ears. Immediately her body seized up, and her voice was a high-pitched cry as the pleasure ripped through her. Moaning his name repeatedly, her head fell back and she saw stars as the bliss took over.

Man, she missed being touched like this, kissed like this...fucked like this.

Still trembling, she was vaguely aware of him pulling out, letting her leg down and rolling on top of her. Stroking her face, he stared at her with a mix of wonder and tenderness and something else she couldn't quite determine in his eyes.

"What?" she pressed.

Josh licked his lips, looked away for a second and then back at her.

"I love you."

She expected to be shocked, stunned by his declaration. Instead, it felt more like a eureka moment, like she had finally cracked a passcode she had been struggling with for eons, like the world had at last righted itself after an eternity of confusion.

"What took you so long?" she asked, emotion seeping through her tone.

"I don't know," he confessed, and when her brows furrowed, he elaborated. "I just know I can't do this no more. I'm fuckin' tired. I been feelin' this way for too long. You the only one that makes me feel like this."

"Like how?" she breathed. She wanted to hear it, wanted to know if his agony has been anything similar to hers for the past couple of months.

"Like I'm empty inside when I'm not with you. Even when I'm with someone else, I feel like I'm cheating on you," he went on, suddenly feeling free, unburdened. "I can't stop thinking about you, can't function...I don't just want sex, Malia. That's all good but I wanna be your man. For real this time. I want you."

There it was again, that intensity in his eyes that never failed to steal what was left of her breath. If this was a dream, she did not want to wake up. "I love you too. I wanna be with you. Let's not break up ever again. I don't like not being around you," she admitted.

"Same here," he said, covering her mouth with his. This kiss was so passionate, so deep and all-consuming, that she struggled to hang on to her sanity. She groaned against his mouth as he found his way back inside her with a couple of swift, seamless strokes. Her wetness instantly enveloped him again, prompting his hips to roll seemingly on their own accord. Malia wound her arms around him, holding him as close to her as possible. There was no more talk after that, letting their bodies do the talking, writhing together as if they were meant to exist that way.

"Wrap your legs around me, baby," he told her.

Immediately, she wound them around his waist with her ankles locked tight behind his lower back as he rocked into her. She moved with him, matching his tempo in a sweet symphony. There was no space between their flesh; and whatever tiny space remained was closed off with delicious, decadent kisses with lots of tongue. They savored every second in each other, every gasp and moan they elicited from the other. Her wetness compromised the friction between them as his dick slipped in and out of her with ease that still kept her walls snug and taut around him.

"God, you feel so good, baby," she moaned in his ear, weaving her fingers through his soft hair, anchoring him to her as though fearful that he would slip away at any given moment.

"I can feel you dripping all over my dick. You make me wanna pound this good pussy," he mumbled against her neck, his tongue swiping over her heated skin.

"Then pound it," she murmured, spearing him with a hot, hungry look when their eyes met. "Pound my pussy, Daddy, I need it," she practically begged, her voice a pleading whine.

"Bet." Caressing her thighs for a few seconds, he then propped her legs on each of his broad shoulders. Her gaze met the ceiling, clouded over with lust as he hunched over her, working his big dick in her. All she could see within the bluish hue of the small room was his larger, muscular body looming over her, like a glowing, almost nightclub-like dreamscape. His chest tattoos were a beautiful mural that she couldn't stop herself from worshiping, and she leaned up to drag her tongue along his nipple, flicking the hard bud playfully as she caressed his triceps. She was rewarded with harder snaps of his hips, his balls mashing against her ass from how deep he was digging. Every time she tried to look at it, she would grow weak from the sensitivity and fall back against the bed.

"Fuck, Joshua..."

"Mmhmm, I know it feel good. Your tight little pussy is creaming for me," he rasped. Holding her down to the bed, he circled his hips while buried in her for good measure, making her pussy greedily grip the entirety of his girthy length and wringing moans of pleasure from both of them. Dipping her hand down between her thighs, she rubbed on her clit only for her eyes to roll back as an intense fire lit inside her like a firework. Then, clearly intending to destory her, he sat back on his knees and wrapped his arms around her thighs, holding them to his chest as he thrust faster and harder.

"Oh my god," Malia sighed, planting one hand up against the headboard to steady herself. She could feel her breasts bouncing recklessly with each stroke, felt his long fingers grab one and massage it in his hands, then the other, arousing her even more. His dick pulsed inside her as she tightened around him with increasing frequency. She willingly let him take her as he wanted, because she wanted to feel all of him, savor the sight of him breaking down and plunging headfirst into that secret place of pleasure that belonged to them and them alone.

The tricky part was Josh wanted to take her there first. He switched up again by pinning her knees into the pillow on either side of her head, opening her wide. He fucked her like a man possessed, the force of his movements knocking the bed hard and repeatedly against the wall. His hard, pounding thrusts had her pushing her face into the pillow and screaming into it. They hoped the room was soundproof. Either way, he didn't stop, not until the coil inside her body unraveled, and Malia screamed again as she came, hard and hot, her orgasm flushing through her like a tidal wave. It was the sweetest, the realest, the product of the joining of not just their bodies, but something deeper, too.

Josh must have been thinking the same thing, because when he stopped to stare her down again with those beautiful eyes of his, they glittered with warmth and affection. They gazed at each other, the stunned joy of their shared feelings morphing into something richer, something fiercer. He really did love her, she could see it right there on his face. She didn't quite know how she managed to miss it before.

The air between them thickened as they remembered they were still naked and entwined. Reverting back to their primal, passionate state, Josh moved again, thrusting all up in her dripping tightness. Malia gripped his hips to pull him deeper, her fingers digging into the flesh of his ass as he pounded into her with newfound ruthlessness. The mattress squeaked underneath them, mixing with their moans and whimpers and the wet slapping sounds of their bodies. He was close; his strokes became increasingly erratic, his grunts heavier and more vocal, his cock pulsing inside her pussy and his balls tightening.

"Fuuuck, I'm comin' baby, come catch this nut," he pulled out of her and quickly straddled her torso, stroking his dick in her face. Malia opened her mouth wide and poked out her tongue, watching his gorgeous face twist in painful pleasure as he unloaded in her mouth, thick spurts of his salty sweet cum flooding her tongue. Completely turned on, she rubbed herself with one hand and grabbed his dick with the other, stroking him harder to milk him to the last drop. His deep, throaty groan broke her all over again, plummeting her into another incredible orgasm, brought on by the sheer power of his.

Josh's chest heaved as he watched her slap his dick on her open tongue, coated white with his release. He then ordered in a husky voice, "Swallow it."

Malia obeyed heartily, slipping his cum down her throat then gently sucked him off for a couple of seconds, moaning softly from the unique taste of him mixed with her. Josh fought off the urge to nudge his dick deeper into her mouth and pulled away to lie down next to her. The realization of what had just happened must have hit both of them at the same time, because with one glance at each other, they burst out laughing.

"Damn," was all she had the energy to utter, allowing him to pull her against him as their joint laughter rumbled between them. He fucked the shit out of her. She felt like a brand new woman, even now, as he ran his hands all over her body, gifting her with a breathless kiss to her succulent lips. "I guess Lina's plan worked," she giggled, snuggling against him.

"Yeah," Josh agreed, his features suddenly serious as he carefully tucked a loose piece of her hair back underneath her scarf. "I ain't like how you be pushin' me away, Malia," he grumbled, "Don't be scared of us and what we got."

Not for the first time, she wished she'd been brave enough to express her true feelings. "It's not you I'm scared of... I'm scared of us falling apart if we become serious, and I don't wanna live without you," she confessed.

Josh chuckled and pressed his mouth to each of her palms. "You already can't," he smirked.

She rolled her eyes good-naturedly and smacked his arm. "You don't gotta agree."

"It's the truth though. But like I said, I love you and I'm not going anywhere. I mean that," he promised.

Hearing those three words from him again made her feel all giddy inside. "I love you, too," she whispered, smiling softly against his lips when he dropped a tender kiss to hers.

"How long's it been since we last fucked?" he inquired.

Two months and three weeks, but who was counting? "Couple of months," she answered, keeping it cool.

"Shame on us. I think we can make up for it, right?"

Malia raised an eyebrow when he started to crawl down her body, sprinkling butterfly kisses down her belly until his head was between her legs. Her body flushed with need. "You know we need to go to bed, right?" she questioned, her fingers sneaking into his hair despite her half-hearted protest.

"I know. But this pretty pussy is callin' my name." He winked at her and bit gently on her inner thigh, dangerously close to her throbbing treasure, soothing the skin with a wet lick. Her keening moan was all he needed to hear. "Now lay your sexy ass back and let Daddy eat."

And with that, he bent his head and spread his mouth over her, wiping every rational thought she owned with mind blowing pleasure.

THE END

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[spiderb00]

How would each of the Kats react to their girlfriend being EXTREMELY close(physically and relationship wise) with another celebrity/friend e.g Megan's reaction to her girlfriend being physically close and having a close/flirty relationship with Kylie(Cantrall)

That's an interesting question actually...

Manon was very jealous, like, VERY JEALOUS. Being Dominick's drummer has earned Yn some friendships in the music industry, and that's when Yn met her best friend, Bea, like, Beabadoobee.

Yn and Bea met before Manon and Yn started dating, so when Manon met Yn's closest friends, she definitely noticed how close the two girls were. They laughed at inside jokes, talked while leaning in, and constantly sent each other messages (mostly cat videos).

So one day when Manon exploded in jealousy, Yn was quick to assure her that Manon was the only one she wanted. She took all the weight off the brunette's shoulders, Yn was clear and objective, and from that day on, Manon was more relaxed.

Sophia never had much of a problem with jealousy, she knew that Yn had some friends, but she was never jealous of any of them, at least not until she met one of the employees who worked with Yn at The Plazza.

Sophia felt more insecure than actually jealous, the woman had blue eyes, blonde hair, a perfect smile, she compared herself. Paranoia may have gotten the better of her, 'cause she started to think that maybe Yn was very interested in the woman.

When she finally said this to Yn, the taller woman was really surprised, Sophia had never said something like that, being insecure with someone? It had never happened. So, Yn did the right thing. She took her to the bedroom, and spent hours assuring her that there was no woman more beautiful than Sophia. (I had an idea for kids out that was exactly like this...)

Daniela was practically used to it, she knew that many women flirted with Yn, so she was already cauterized. But the biggest reason she never freaked out with any woman was that Yn never gave her the chance.

Yn was always quiet, she was polite, she saved lives all the time, but at the end of the day, she just wanted to stay in her space doing the things she loves. Yn always dismissed any woman who came near them, and all of Yn's friends knew that the girl was not at all familiar with touching.

Daniela was very proud when she remembered that she was the only one who could touch Yn without her pulling away, or breaking an arm (depending on the person)

Lara was too much, she wouldn't admit it, she wouldn't let ANY woman breathe near Yn anymore. Sure, Yn might have friends, but the girl knew that if Lara saw any of them touching her too much, oh man, there would be a war.

And not just with Yn's friends, Lara would keep an eye on all the female artists who would record with Yn. She would want a full report of how the studio session went, and if she noticed anything wrong she would fight back.

I think the only group she would relax with would be Le Sserafim, if you were recording with the girls, she would be fine. One time, Yunjin told Lara that one of the interns at the record company was trying to hit on you, Lara came running to the studio, thanking Yunjin a thousand times for being her eyes.

Oh, Megan. The girl was pulling her hair out at first. So, Kylie and Megan are friends, so I don't think she would be jealous of Kylie, but with Malia it's a different story...

Let's remember, Yn and Malia were in "the baby-sitters club", so Malia introduced Yn to Kylie, they became friends, and then one day when they were hanging out together, Kylie introduced Yn to Megan.

When Megan and Yn started dating, Megan was very jealous of Malia with Yn, the two had known each other for a long time, they always went out together, sent a lot of messages and all that.

The jealousy only stopped when Megan actually met Malia, the redhead finally saw that they were close, but not as a couple, but as sisters. They were joking around with each other, supporting each other and it seemed very innocent to Megan if she wants to think anything, so everything was resolved.

[helaenaxyf]

Stay away or dont

🚨(toxic relationship- neice reader x uncle - Smut - violence - marriage when teen - Fights - desperation for heirs and love - desperate aegon - self h@rm)

Summary : You were the duaghter of rhaenyra and daemon the only girl in you're family. There was tension between the throne as you're mother Rhaenyra figured to make you marry you're uncle aegon as a teen to ease tension for the throne. But that wasn't the case as aegon took the throne and you were stuck in this loveless toxic marriage where fights and violence involve

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You were stuck. In this hell of a marriage.

You weren't allowed to do anything other than be a dutiful "loving" wife to you're uncle

You had been angry,sad,loved in all times. But one always came around. And that was anger and hatred,you promised you're mother her throne would be secured and she would be the queen she was.

Well until Alicent has made aegon take the throne. You were crowned as queen. But didn't attend the coronation. You were in you're chambers refusing to eat sleep or go outside. You just sat against the bed laid back you're hands on you're face.

You couldn't believe this was what to come

You didn't like it one bit.

It was a betrayal to you're mother. You had thought of you're self as a bad duaghter a disgrace for letting such a thing happen and you couldn't even stop it.

You started to hurt yourself

Do anything to ease the guilt and anger you felt.

You started drinking moon tea every night to make sure you didn't bore aegons heirs.

And that was when he started becoming the asshole he was.

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You were sat in youre chambers for the second week this time you crossed you're arms and bit on you're long nails as you saw the door to yours chambers open

"My queen, I bought you you're requested moon tea" she said holding a tray with a nervous smile

"Put it here malia" you gestured to the table next to youre bed

The maid smiled as she placed the tray on the table "would u like anything else my lady?"

"No i do not. You may leave." You said as you took the cup of tea to youre lips

"Right..the king has been wanting you to attend dinner with him." The maid said before walking out as she stared at you from the door

This was the 6th time in the week he has told you to attend dinner with him. Other than his bed and council meetings.

"I dont want to see his face. I'd rather be here." You said sipping the tea

"Oh..okay my queen" she bowed as she left the room closing the door

"Queen?" Now that was a thing u hated to hear. It made you're heart harden like a hard peice of metal.

You sighed as you finished you're tea as you placed the cup on the tray

It was already at night and you felt no sleep at all.

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"Where is she?" He said "I thought i told you to make her come?

"I did you're grace..she refused." The maid said as she placed the goblet of wine in front of him in the table

Aegon clenched his jaw "how many times than? Does she want to ignore me forever?"

The maid gulped she didn't know what to say as she glanced at alicent

"Leave." Alicent gestured for the maid as she turned to aegon "my son you're wife is probably stressing. She wants time."

"It's been one week or two mother. You can't expect me to have a wife...so away." He said with a frown

"Well you two fight a lot. Hit each other like mad pupil's. Perhaps she just wants a break." Alicent pauses "eat my son. You'll feel better after it." Alicent put a piece of meat in aegons plate

"A break? Where does she even go? She locks herself in her chambers all day. And when she does come down..." He pushed the plate away, his stomach churning at the thought of food "...she's got that look in her eyes, like she'd rather burn than sleep in my bed."

"Oh and aon't even get me started on her mother. Rhaenyra is always poking her nose in where it doesn't belong. Trying to turn my wife against me." He stood up, his anger simmering just below the surface "I'm the king, for gods' sake!"

"nd she's my wife, bound to me by blood and vows. She can't just ignore me forever. It's...it's disrespectful. To me and to the gods." He poured himself another goblet of wine, his hand shaking slightly "I need her. By my side."

"Asgon you were violent towards her ever since you two got married" alicent said in a firm tone looking at her son "and sit down."

He scowled at his mother's command, but sat back down nonetheless, slamming his goblet on the table "Fine. I'm sitting. But this conversations not over." He looked at his mother, his gaze intense "She's my wife."

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Later on you were sat still in youre bed chambers running you're fingers thru the locks of you're hair as you stared at the ceiling

You missed home. Everyone

This wasn't a home rather than a dungeon

Soon as you were dozing off

There was a soft knock on your door. You froze, half-expecting your husband to barge in . But the knock was soft, almost timid. "Your Highness?" A maid's voice called out. "Yes?" You answered softly, pulling the blanket higher around your chest

" Queen Mother sent me, Your Highness. She asked if you were hungry. You haven't eaten all day." The maid entered your chambers, her eyes flicking to your pale face and dark circles. She curtseyed "Your Highness, you barely sleep too." She murmured softly

"I dont want food. But I want some moon tea. Could u go get some from the maestar?" You asked

The maid looked at you with concern, understanding the unspoken request. "Yes, Your Highness. I'll get some moon tea from the maester." She curtseyed again and hurried out of the room.

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Just as soon the maid was carrying the tray of moon tea as she walked thru the halls to the path to youre chamber until a figure stopped her from behind "for who?"

"The queen" The maid answered softly, curtseying. "Moon tea?" Aegon eyes narrowed darkly "At this hour?" He looked at the tray again "She sleep at all?" He asked quietly, almost a bit mad. The maid hesitated "Not really, Your Grace." She admitted softly

Aegon grabbed the tray from the maid's hands, nearly spilling the moon tea. His eyes flashed with a dangerous combination of alcohol and anger. "Every night? Why does my wife need moon tea every bloody night?"

The maid shrank back slightly, intimidated by his anger. "Your Grace..." She hesitated "She...she doesn't sleep. The moon tea helps her..." "Helps her what?" Aegon snapped, his voice loud. The maid lowered her voice "prevent...child."

Aegon's eyes widened briefly, then narrowed dangerously "Prevent child?" He repeated, his mind racing with anger and realization "She's trying to prevent having my child?" He threw the tray down on a nearby table, the moon tea splashing over the sides of the cup.

"she had symptoms of pregnancy the first week..before youre coronation. but..um..."

But?" The maid looked down "She...she made the maester give her something to..." She swallowed hard "To get rid of it." She whispered softly. Aegon froze "She aborted my child?" He asked quietly dangerously "She got rid of my heir?" His voice raised slightly

"She says she didn't want to see youre face anymore..that's why she refused to come attend dinner and youre council meetings with you and ur chamber: the maid says

His mind reeled with anger and betrayal "She refused to see my face?" He growled "She refused to attend my council meetings, my feasts, my bed?" He asked through gritted teeth "She locked herself away like a prisoner?" The maid nodded slowly, fearful of his rising anger.

"Is she awake?" He said looking at the maid with a frown

"She is..awake you're grace."

He pushed past the maid, storming into your chambers without knocking. He found you sitting on the bed, running your fingers through your hair, looking pale and done. He slammed the door shut behind him, locking it. "You,"

"Me?" You said with a frown "me what?" You had dry lips resulting in a lip cut from it.

He approached you slowly, his eyes blazing with anger and hurt. "You," He repeated, his voice low and dangerous "You aborted our child. You refused to even look at me, let alone attend my meetings or share my bed." He stopped in front of you, towering over your seated form

"You took my mothers throne. made me miserable and youre violent with me. this is toxic and I never wanted this." You spat out with angr

His anger spiked "You ungrateful little..." He almost shouted "I make you queen! I give you jewels, silks, a castle! I protect you! And you what?" He pointed at you accusingly "You get rid of my child? Refuse to sleep with me?"

"is that all that matters? sleeping with you like a whore from a brothel?" You yelled as he grabbed you're jaw harshly making you wince

Watch your tongue!" He growled, fingers tightening slightly on your jaw. "I've been gentle with you! More gentle than any man would with a wife who spits poison!" He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper "And yes, it matters. I want an heir."

"Gentle? Gentle?" You laughed bitterly at his audacity to say that "gentle my ass. And I won't give u an heir. No matter how much I ruin me."

His face turned red with rage "You're speaking treason!" He shouted, slamming your head against the bedpost. You cried out in pain as he grabbed your hair, pulling your head back roughly "I'll make you regret ever speaking those words!" He snarled, his hand raising to strike you again.

You turned youre face away just in case he hit you but he didn't.

"And you think getting rid of my child showed some respect? Some love for your husband? Some respect for your blood?" He leaned closer, voice venomous "I should break your jaw for that stunt. That child was Targaryen blood, royal blood - and you flushed it down the drain like-"

"like it was nothing!" He finished, his face mere inches from yours. His eyes, ablaze with fury and liquor, bored into you intensely. "Do you understand the magnitude of your actions? The betrayal? Killing my heir - our heir - before it even drew breath!"

"I never wanted to be a mother!" You shouted as you pushed his hands away from the aching feeling on youre jaw

He stood up, towering over you "You never wanted to be a mother? Fine! You'll never be a mother again!" He snarled, his hand reaching for the dagger at his belt. "I'll make sure of it. I'll cut out your womb myself if I have to!"

"What? Are you crazy!?" You're eyes widened as you shouted

Crazy? Perhaps." He unsheathed the dagger, the steel glinting dangerously in the candlelight "But I'll never let you abort another one of my children. Never." His voice was deadly serious "You hate carrying my heirs? Then you won't have to."

His mind raced dangerously. "You know what? I should do it. Cut it out. Make you sterile. You won't get pregnant again. You won't abort another one of my children. Problem solved." He raised the dagger slightly, his eyes dark and dangerous.

You felt like you wanted to faint you're heart was pounding in youre ears you couldnt think as you muffled a whimper

He heard your whimper. Your eyes were wide with fear, your body frozen. He knew you were finally taking him seriously. He raised the dagger higher "Spread your legs." He ordered darkly "One swift cut, no more babies. No more preventing.."

"Wait..please..this isn't what was supposed to happen. I wanted to be a mother. But I didnt want to have one with you. You took my mothers throne and made me miserable." You said with a panting breath

Not with me?" He repeated, his voice dripping with venom "So you'd rather be a mother to some other man's child? Some stable boy or servant? Is that what you want?" He snarled, the dagger still raised "You're my wife. You'll carry my children."

"Please.." you're fingers made the dagger in his had go down

He paused, his gaze locked on your trembling fingers. He slowly lowered the dagger, his chest heaving with anger and frustration. "You think a simple touch can stop me?" He growled, his eyes flashing with fury. "I should still-"

You wrapped you're hands around his neck kissing him as you pulled back panting "please." You whispered

His breath caught in his throat as you kissed him, unexpected and intense. He could feel your trembling lips against his, your hands shaking against his neck. The dagger clattered to the floor as he found himself kissing you back - rough, passionate. "Don't..." His voice came out ragged

"every man wanted my hand and fuaght for me in the and I'm with you and you don't treat me like I deserve" you whimpered

He pulled back slightly, his eyes searching yours "You think you deserve better? You think the kings and lords who fought for your hand would treat you better than I do?" He asked darkly "They would have you in their beds every night, not arguing and fighting like we do."

"That's not the point. You're supposed to cherish me. Not be violent with me." You said looking at his eyes

His eyes were cold "Cherish you? You think I should cherish you like a precious jewel, not argue, not punish, not raise a hand to you? You think I should be gentle and kind, like a lovesick fool?" His jaw clenched

"Whyd you even agree to marry me than?"

He stared at you for a long moment, his expression unreadable. "Because you were the most beautiful woman in the realm,we were arranged to marry by my half sister youre mother and my father" He said simply "And I wanted you. I still want you." He stepped closer "But want and love are not the same thing. I never promised you love."

"that's why I don't give u heirs. youre supposed to be...my husband not a uncle I married for duty"

He let out a bitter laugh "Your duty, my duty, it's all just words. You're my wife, and I'm your husband, but we might as well be strangers. We're bound by duty, not love." He looked at you critically "But you're wrong about one thing."

"What?"

"Im not just your uncle. I'm your husband. And as your husband, it's my duty to ensure you produce an heir. Whether you like it or not." He reached out and grasped your chin, forcing you to look at him. "You will carry my child."

"...how about if I give you an heir. Youll promise to love me. After all. Weren't you always desperate for you're mummy's love?"

His eyes darkened slightly. "You hit below the belt." He murmured. "Answer the question first. If you give me an heir, will you have conditions?" His eyes watched you carefully, waiting for your answer. His mind racing.

"What's that supposed to mean? Anf..yes I will have conditions. If for you to love me."

His face was impossible to read "Let me get this straight. You'll give me an heir - a son - if..." He paused "If I fall in love with you? Act loving? Treat you like a wife should be treated?" He asked carefully, watching your expression closely.

"Yes. Starting..now. I dare you." You lifted the hems of you're gown/skirt

He stared at you, his heart pounding in his chest. He'd never loved anyone before. He'd never even come close. But there was something about you that made him feel things he'd never felt before. He reached out, his hand gently lifting the hem of your skirt. "Starting now, hmm?"

You nodded looking at him

He slowly lifted your skirt, revealing your bare legs. He looked at them for a moment before slowly kneeling down in front of you. His hands gripped your hips, his thumbs brushing against your inner thighs. "I'm going to start by tasting you."

You're breath hitched as you stared at him

He leaned in, his warm breath ghosting over your core. He looked up at you, his eyes filled with a newfound emotion. Something soft, something loving. He pressed a gentle kiss to your folds before parting them with his tongue and tasting you slowly, reverently. "Mmm..."

Youre head leaned back you're fingers yanking his head

He moaned into you, the vibrations intensifying the sensation. He could feel you pulling his hair, urging him closer. He obliged, burying his face between your thighs and devouring you like a starving man. He could feel himself growing harder just from tasting you.

You moaned as you're eyes shut

He hooked his arms around your thighs, pulling you closer to his face as he ate you out hungrily. He could feel you tensing, getting closer to the edge. He looked up at you again, his eyes filled with a loving expression he'd never shown before "My wife..."

My beautiful wife..." He murmured against your pussy before sucking your clit into his mouth and flicking it with his tongue. He felt you shake and tremble as you came, your juices flooding his mouth. He drank it all in, his heart swelling with emotion.

"I...want it." You gasped out from the sensuastion

He rose swiftly, his eyes darkening with lust and a fierce tenderness. "Your wish is my command, my queen." He unfastened his breeches, freeing his rigid cock. He kicked them off impatiently before gripping your hips and lifting you onto a nearby table in one swift motion.

You parted youre legs youre face on the table all sweaty the hair sticking to youre face

He watched you spread your legs for him, your body glistening with sweat. He lined himself up, his hands spreading your thighs wider "You're beautiful..." He whispered softly. He pushed in slowly, filling you inch by inch. He caught your moan with his mouth, kissing you deeply.

He began to move slowly, deeply, hitting just the right spot to make you gasp. He was usually dominant and rough in bed, but now... now he was being gentle, loving. His hands stroked your hair, your face, as he made tender love to you "My love..."

"I'm...close.." you whimpered out

"He increased his pace slightly, hitting that sensitive spot inside you just right. "Come for me, my love. Let me feel you squeeze my cock." He whispered sweet nothings in your ear, his hands caressing and guiding your hips. He could feel himself building too, his pace becoming more urgent.

You moaned as you finally came un done

He buried his face in your neck, his hot breath panting against your skin as he found his release inside you "My queen... My love... My wife..." He whispered, his body shuddering as he poured himself into you. He stayed like that, holding you in his arms on the table.

"Don't break that promise.." you panted

"I wont." He whispered into youre ears

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[zegrasdrysdale]

[ christmas cookies ] j. hughes

day three of malia’s christmas fic marathon

paring : Jack Hughes x fem!reader

summary : (Y/N) and Jack make a bit of a mess in the kitchen when they bake Christmas cookies since they’re both home because of the snow

warning(s) : some sexual content and language, implied sex. mainly fluffy tho :)

author’s note : i KNOW this is very late according to the schedule i put out but it was my birthday weekend so i didn’t have much down time to write or post anything. i think day four is coming at some point during the day tomorrow so keep an eye out for that

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"Jack!" (Y/N) yells as she runs back into the bedroom. "Jack. Baby, it's snowing and I don't have to go to work." She happily jumps on her side of the bed and crawls up to her sleeping boyfriend. Jack lets out a groan when she lays herself on top of him. She's like a happy puppy.

Jack mumbles an "it's early" and doesn't open his eyes.

She frowns and sits up on his waist. "It's snowing," she tries again. "I think you promised me that you would bake cookies with me next time it snowed since we would both be home all day." When Jack doesn't move, she begins to jump up and down on her knees like she's riding him. "Jack Hughes, get your cute ass out of bed and make cookies with me!"

His hands fly to her waist and stops her. "(Y/N)," he slurs. "Keep doing that and I will not make cookies with you. I will be making babies with you."

"Sounds good to me either way," she teases. That gets Jack to open one of his eyes. (Y/N) smiles. "Tell you what. If you make cookies with me then we can come back to bed and we can do whatever you want to me. I can still walk so obviously we didn't do enough last night."

Jack to flies out of bed butt ass naked from the previous night. (Y/N) laughs and watches him put on a pair of sweatpants and one of his Devils t-shirts before practically sprinting to the kitchen. She follows him in one of his larger Devils t-shirts that has his number on the chest and a pair of tiny shorts underneath.

The messy hair while Jack runs around their kitchen to grab what he considered cookie ingredients. "Baby, you can barely cook broccoli," she comments as she walks toward him. "I don't think you know how to bake cookies."

Jack's head snaps up. "Hey, I'm still learning," he snaps. "Get over here and help me get cookie stuff together."

She laughs and helps him out. She pulls out bowls, spoons, and the baking pan that will need to be used to actually bake the cookies.

The kitchen island is filled with different dry and wet ingredients and utensils that will need to be used to make the cookies without making a complete mess out of their kitchen.

Honestly, the kitchen will still probably end up being a mess because that's the way the two of them work. They're a messy couple and all of their friends know it. It's why their friends refuse to make food with them. Something always happens and food ends up everywhere.

(Y/N) pulls a chocolate chip cookie recipe up on her phone while Jack puts on some music so it's not dead silent while they're baking. He settles on Christmas music since it is technically Christmas Eve. She smiles to herself.

Jack comes up behind her and wraps his arms around her waist while she's leaning over the counter. She can feel his semi press against the top of her thigh right under her ass. "Jack, behave," she warns him. He definitely didn't take the warning seriously since she's smiling at how needy he is.

His love language is definitely physical touch, and she loves it.

The first step in baking cookies is mixing the dry ingredients together before incorporating the wet ingredients. In the biggest bowl, (Y/N) lets Jack measure and put in the flour, baking soda, baking powder, and salt. She works on the butter, granulated sugar, and brown sugar in a mixing bowl.

While she begins to mix the eggs and vanilla in with the creamed butter and sugars, a white powder hits her in the face. She blinks until her eyes are clear and hears Jack laugh at her side.

"You're an ass," she tells him as she wipes the flour away from her eyes. Jack is leaning back against the counter as he laughs. "I didn't want to make a mess, Jack.

"You were an easy target," he tells her with a smile. "I couldn't help myself."

She blinks at him before she grabs a handful of flour and throws it in Jack's face. He coughs and wipes his own eyes. "That was deserved."

Jack looks at her. The white powder is all over his face and in his hair. She smiles, proud of her retaliation. She barely has time to react before Jack throws another handful of flour at her. He barely misses her face and she throws another handful at him.

They're both laughing and running around the kitchen throwing flour at each other. Jack catches her in his arms and she squeals.

He picks her up by her waist and spins her around until her waist is pressed against the counter. They're both covered in a layer of flour but she smiles up at him. Jack brushes some of the flour out of her hair and off her face.

“There’s my pretty girl,” he softly says.

His little name for her makes her heart jump in her chest. Her eyes meet his and she surges up to press her flour covered lips to his. Jack immediately kisses her back and presses her waist against the counter.

Her fingers are gripping his t-shirt. Her pinkies touch the skin on his waist and a jolt of electricity goes down to her core.

One kiss and she’s aching for him.

(Y/N) is the one to break the kiss and Jack chases her lips.

“Can we please put these together and in the oven so we can go shower?” (Y/N) asks when she pulls back from the kiss. She suddenly wants to get these cookies made so she can get back in bed with her boyfriend.

It’s insane that all Jack said was ‘there’s my pretty girl’ and she’s weak at the knees for him and kissing him while they’re both covered in flour.

Jack nods and they rush to finish making the dough so they can put the cookies in the oven. Jack starts doing the dishes while (Y/N) puts the baking sheet in the oven with the balls of dough on it.

As soon as the timer is set, she grabs his hand and they walk to their bathroom. “I was cleaning the dishes,” Jack protests.

“And now you’re going to clean yourself,” she retorts.

(Y/N) closes the bathroom door behind them. Jack’s eyes are on her as she turns the shower on.

She turns around to face her flour covered boyfriend. “Are you going to get naked or are you going to stand there and look pretty?” she asks.

“Oh I am so going to keep making messes in the kitchen if it means getting to shower with you,” he comments as he begins to undress. “You’re going to keep your promise and let me do what I want, right?”

“As soon as the cookies are done.”

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yourusername someone decided to make a mess in the kitchen then distract me so we had to remake the cookies since they got burnt

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trevorzegras can’t trust a hughes in the kitchen

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lhughes_06 so rude trevor

_quinnhughes i hope the cookies were good

jackhughes eh. the chocolate chip ones were probably better

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jackhughes not my fault you look so damn fine baking cookies. even when you were fully clothed, i was distracted

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jackhughes LOOK AWAY LUKE. NOT FOR CHILDREN’S EYES

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yourusername can you stop traumatizing your brother

colecaufield damn he hit you with the flour huh

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anon's request: Hiii. I feel like w the amount of times I drop I should sign off w an emoji lololl. But anyway I wanted to drop in and say that I hope you’re having a good week and leave a lil request for you. If you could write a fluff w ace or sabo where like they wake up early in the morning and are looking at the reader and reminiscing about their relationship. It kinda hits them that they’re in love and wouldn’t change a thing. Again hope you’re having a good day/week 🤗 hi it's malia: i couldn't decide, both are heavily underrated so doing both was the best decision. i even added luffy because this felt like a beautiful asl brother thing to do, lol. please, take yourself an emoji of the endless list, i would be pretty happy and probably crying happy tears if you were my very first anon. ���

featuring: flame emperor sabo, portgas d. ace, monkey d. luffy

ʚ flame emperor sabo ɞ

↷ the bright rays of the golden sun forced sabo to wake up from his slumber, totally against his will. he just came back from a three-week mission yesterday, and couldn't wait to spend at least two days by your side without interference. his soft fingertips, protected from the roughness of his mission by the thick leather gloves, caressed the skin along your spine. you were still heavily asleep, face pressed against his naked chest, your warm breath fanning across his skin. you looked beautiful, so peaceful, so different from what kind of moments and things sabo has seen in the past weeks. or better, his entire life since dragon pulled him out of the water. sabo wanted to become the perfect chief of staff, training and working harder than anybody else to keep his position, to make his savior proud. hell, most of his actions were way too risky to be acceptable. but the nobleborn man did not care about his own life as long as the revolutionary army could change the slightest thing in the world, he would be satisfied. until you popped up, your presence stepped in his sight and scolded him for being so careless about his own life.

↷ that night, sabo had to ask you out on a date. he didn’t have much time but he would definitely give you the couple of hours he had off. the sun rays cascaded hues of gold across your unblemished skin the day he took you to a fancy restaurant — confronted with the same image right now, sabo could not stop the trail of memories embedded in his mind. you infiltrated any given space, intoxicated him, and lured him into a paradise. like a siren but with love and a happy ending to it. your body jerked away from his touch ever so slightly when his fingertips grazed over and around your hipbone. a silenced chuckle left his mouth, remembering exactly the night you slept in his room and bed for the first time. oh, your trembling body made it difficult to cuddle properly, the sudden waves of anxiety always pulling you away from sabo's touch and warmth. the little things, he remembered so clearly as if they happened yesterday. the amount of times, he wanted to confess his love but couldn't find the courage to speak his mind. it happened way too often, the small glances you shared across the room, the several ways koala tried to set you two up. god, the poor girl was completely exhausted from dealing with the shyness of two people when it came to adoring someone.

↷ sabo had the slight hope of finding a lover on an island far away. he would not be able to spend much time with them, but it would be worth it to know they are safe. the world nobles and the marine's were a strong enemy, attempting to find the revolutionary army and stop their movement. but when the chief of staff's eyes landed on you, he couldn't stop his heart from beating faster, his head from imagining having you by his side and certainly not himself from falling in love with you utterly fast. his eyes anchored on your sweet face, so calm and relaxed while sleeping, as the memories of the past weeks and months sprawled out in the back of his head. pictures of moments, he would never forget, or dare himself to change. your story together was perfect, and while it was dangerous to share romantic feelings with someone in the same position, sabo would never change the slightest thing.

ʚ monkey d. luffy ɞ

↷ as the captain of a wanted pirate crew, luffy had very few moments to rest and calm down from the constant fights. but when he got the chance to stay in bed longer than usual, the straw hat had his arms wrapped up tightly around your body. you sprawled out on top of him, one leg on each side. cheek pressed against his toned, naked chest while inhaling and exhaling deep breaths. you always begged him to calm down once in a while, and rest from the fighting and the punches, but luffy was very bad at listening. for almost two years, you asked and he denied it with a chuckle and no words. one of his hands reached up, the calloused fingertips which became rougher over the course of time brushed the thin strands of hair out of your face. the corners of your mouth lifted slightly, almost invisible, as you exhaled a deep breath. even in your sleep, you bathed in the softness of luffy's touch. certain little things, luffy picked up over the course of your relationship.

↷ no one around luffy thought he was capable of feeling love for anything else than his occupancy as a pirate. but when the straw hats visited your island, and luffy shared a look with you, it was certain that the boy fell head over heels for your precious self. throughout the events of the past months, you gave luffy enough strength to fight further and stronger. even after losing ace, you were his glimpse of hope. a smile crept its way onto luffy's mouth, remembering the nights, you stayed on deck with him. falling asleep in his arms while watching the wide ocean sway around the thousand sunny. the days, you brought him food when he didn't join the crew for dinner. something which didn't happen before, he would never let a meal get wasted. memories, he carried with him like pictures on a wall. framed with golden ornaments and attached to his heart. moments, luffy used as a reminder to always keep fighting, to stay strong in the worst fights.

↷ his dilated pupils were locked on your statue on him, so small, so beautiful and so admirable. his slender and warm fingers combed through the mess of hair, adoring the way you made him feel safe between the enemies that wanted his head. luffy could agree to many alliances, could laugh at way too many people, yet, most of them wanted to murder the straw hat behind his back. the million little things you've done for him, no matter if the days were good or bad, they pulled luffy deeper into your spell. he fell harder for you with each given day, and while becoming the king of the pirates was his priority task, you quickly changed the placement. the straw hat did not except to experiment love on his journey to the one piece, and yet, luffy would not trade this life for anything else, he would never change any step of your love story and relationship together.

ʚ portgas d. ace ɞ

↷ there was not one calm night on the moby dick since the commanders gathered for an arranged party. music boomed across the deck of the main ship, and spread across the vast ocean. colorful lights, red and blue cascaded through the darkness and announced the ship to any other pirate crews or marine admirals. those feasts were ace's greatest pleasure. he loved drinking booze and eating meals until passing out. but those past days, it was somehow different. seated in the corner, the glass tightly in one of his hands, ace watched his friends and family interact with you. dancing around with marco, and having long conversations with pops or thatch. the night was a long one again, the third in a row and it was no surprise the next morning when you were still asleep. cuddled up in ace's arms while pressing your back further against his naked chest. warmth spread underneath the thick blanket but also from ace's logia devil fruit powers. a walking heater, who watched closely how your chest rose while you inhaled and exhaled.

↷ the second division commander felt the tingling in his right arm, knowing that a couple more minutes could increase the slight pain. but he wouldn't dare himself to wake you up from a much-needed nap. after dancing way too many hours with marco, and even being forced to dance another round with ace by your side, your legs were hurting badly. his unoccupied hand wandered from your hipbone towards your thick thigh. smirking to himself as you carefully pushed yourself further against his body, ace massaged your unblemished and soft skin. he didn't think about taking advantage or doing anything sexual, the shaggy black-haired decided to give you something back. he remembered clearly how many times you decided to massage his tense shoulders and back when he returned from another long mission. standing on the small boat which only worked with his particular devil fruit powers didn't allow him much of a comfortable position. days passed, sometimes even weeks or months while you waited for him and hoped for ace to return well.

↷ over the months of dating, ace reminded himself of the small things you have done for him. it always kept him alive and awake when needed, knowing that returning to you was his greatest desire. he wouldn't want to see your soft face stained by the tears from your eyes. this time, he promised to stay longer by your side, to decline leaving the ship so easily and quickly. his rough fingertips caressed along the skin of your thigh while his eyes drifted over the small statues on the shelf close to the bed. little gifts that ace brought along when he was on a mission far away. you occupied his mind, kept him awake and forced his nightly dreams to enter his days. being in a relationship as a pirate always caused problems, fearing for the well-being of you more than his own. and yet, ace wouldn't change a fact, wouldn't change any steps of the past that you shared together. each return to the moby dick came with new shivers, heavy goosebumps and a quick heartbeat. feelings, ace only got when your face popped into his mind, when you occupied his head.

[livingalifeonfire]

Cherry Kisses

I had always known I was in love with my best friend Stiles since we were in grade 2. The day we met, he sat next to me at lunch, and we bonded over the fact we had both brought cherries in our lunches from home. After that, we had been inseparable. Wherever he went, I went with him and vice versa. We had the exact same schedule and always made sure to keep in touch. Scott would watch as I fell harder and harder for the boy with honey brown eyes, full lips and moles scattered across the left side of his perfect jaw. Those feelings would finally come to the surface on his 18th birthday. A few months ago, Stiles would meet and start dating the new girl at Beacon Hills High, Malia Tate. Malia was a nice girl, and I didn't have any problems with her personally. I just knew that she didn't know and love stiles like I did.

Every day I would see her run to him in the halls between classes and his arms wrap around her waist to pull her closer. My head would lean against my locker as I would watch them. On one of these occasions, Scott ran up to my locker and tried to get my attention. " Y/N, earth to Y/N, come in! It's like your head is in the clouds lately. What has gotten into," he trails off as he follows my line of sight to his best friend and his girlfriend making out in front of his locker. He sighs as he realizes exactly where my head has been. " Ok, Y/N you have had the biggest crush on one Stiles Stilinski since we were 7 years old. Why won't you just go and tell him already? You're going to have to at some point. His birthday is only a couple weeks away and his acceptance letters for UC Berkeley are due in any day now." Scott remarks as he lays a hand on my shoulder. I lift my head and shut my locker. " I know Scott, I just don't want to confuse him with all the crazy already in his life right now. Malia has only been living full time as human for a few months and he really seems to like her. It would destroy our friendship if I said anything" I lament as I turn to head to Econ. However, that statement would set in motion a plan in the Alpha's head to get the two pack members and also his two best friends together.

The final bell signaling the end of the day sounded and Scott made a beeline for his brother's locker to put his plan into action. Stiles was unloading his books and replacing with his lacrosse gear as his best buddy slams his locker shut. " Yō, I'm happy to see you too man but why do you got to take it out on my locker?" he laughs as he zips his backpack shut. " Stiles I have to ask you something and you need to be 100 percent honest with me. Do you have any feelings whatsoever towards Y/N?" The words come tumbling out of Scott's mouth and smack stiles right in the brain. He had never had to confront his own feelings towards his best friend of over 10 years. He hadn't even thought about how he could smell her cherry lip gloss every time their faces got close to each other or how soft her hair was as he ran his fingers through it when they hung out. He never stopped to realize that maybe just maybe he's in love with her as much as she was with him. Then the feeling hits him over the head like a solid metal baseball bat. He was in love with his best friend, and he had to tell her.

"Scott, I think that you just made me realize something. One, the best way to make me realize things is to phrase it in the form of a question. The other thing is that I'm in love with Y/N" he finally says, seeing Scott's eyes light up at his brother's revelation. " Then dude, you need to pull your head out of your butt and go tell her for god's sakes. You might want to explain everything to Malia first though" .

Third Person POV

A couple weeks go by before Stiles goes to find Malia and explain what is in his heart and on his mind. It was on his 18th birthday that he finally admitted he was in love with someone else. She understands that there is history between you and him and that he would be crazy to not try to make things happen. After his and Malia's talk, he makes a beeline for the jeep and heads straight to your house, making a quick pitstop for something important.

Y/N POV

I hear a knock at the door and pad down to answer it, already changed from my school clothes to a set of grey sweatpants and a Beatles t-shirt Stiles had left at my house. On the other side of the door stood my best friend, holding a bag of cherries. It was a sight to behold for sure. I cock my head and look at the boy I love. " Stiles, you know I am always happy to see your face but why are you standing on my front porch holding a bag of cherries?" I ask, the subtle note of confusion in my voice evident. " Well Y/N, do you remember the day we met? That day in the cafeteria, we bonded over the fact both of our moms' packed cherries in our lunches and we shared them that morning. Ever since that day, cherry has reminded me of you. You started wearing cherry lip gloss when we started high school, and I wanted to taste it on your lips. Y/N, I know you're scared to say you love me and I never thought about how I felt about you. Then Malia came along and I..." He trails off as I smile at his adorable rambling and kiss him, my hands in his hair and his gripping my waist pulling me into him. His eyes close and a smile spread across his face. " Well, happy 18th birthday to me. The only thing that could make this better would be for you to say yes to being my girlfriend?" He says, hands still holding me close. " Yes, I will be your girlfriend, Stiles Stilinski. Happy birthday my love" I whisper as he picks me up and carries me in the house. Cherry flavored kisses followed, because of my lip gloss and maybe something else.

[mysticallystilinski]

vampire [2] | v. stiles x fem!reader | angst

summary: when void pushes you to the brink, you can’t help but feel helpless

warnings: angst, swearing, manipulation, abuse, blood, mention of harming others and mention of murder

♫ (vampire - olivia rodrigo)

a/n: [ here’s part two to vampire! send requests for more! - requested by @spideysimpossiblegirl - ]

and every girl i ever talked to told me you were bad, bad news

the lights are dim as you sit up in your hospital bed. your head was pounding, but you were determined to get answers. scott barged in the door with a blonde girl following close behind him. “i did what you asked, now can you just tell me what’s going on?”, scott huffs out. you breathe in deep and manage to say “let me talk to her first.” she comes from behind scott’s back and your first impression of her was she looks a lot like me.

scott walked out of the room as you slowly pushed yourself up to sit on the edge of the cold, weary bed. “janie, so i’ve heard you dated void stiles before?”, you question. her look gazed upon you and her mouth droops open a little. “don’t worry, i’m not here to intimidate you.” her shoulders drop back down as you slowly say those words. “yes, i dated him, why are you asking?” she seems to laugh out.

her face contorts as the silence fills up the white room. “has he done anything to you?”, you say. her breathing starts to get heavier as the question seems to fill up her mind. “he’s bad, bad news.”

you called them crazy, god, i hate the way I called them crazy too

“void can you just listen to me for once?”, you scream out into the open. he emerges from the shadow with a sly look on his face. your blood starts to bubble, heating up as he makes his way closer to you. “i talked to janie, she told me everything you did to her.” void seems to laugh at the quip of your words.

“god she’s so crazy y/n, why do you listen to people.” he spits out. you start to question what he means by that. his words start to fill inside the brim of your head. it seems that every time he talks, his words engrave into your mind.

you don’t know if it’s his connection to you, or something else but he seems to know every aspect of you. he knows how to take control of your mind, and twist it into his own. “i guess i can see how she’s crazy”, you say hesitantly.

you're so convincing. how do you lie without flinching?

“she didn’t mean anything to me” you gasp sarcastically as his words. “she didn’t mean anything to you? SHE DIDN’T MEAN ANYTHING TO YOU?”, you blasted out. “of course she meant something, there wouldn’t be a reason why she wouldn’t.”

he grins in response to your words. “so you believe her over me, is that what you’re saying?” you laugh right back at him. “of course i believe her, she’s my bestfriend.”, you say echoing about malia.

your psyche of void was getting cloudier by the minute. void was never the brand of being to be honest. you didn’t know who to perceive in this moment of realization. “please, just be honest void.”

“i promise you, that i would never do anything like that”. your viewpoint of void shifted as the words passed through your memory.

oh, what a mesmerizing, paralyzing, fucked-up little thrill

you feel the paralyzing feeling hit you. you’ve never done this before and this it the first time you’ve felt this. you seem the blood in the corner of your hands. “NO, what have i done.” you scream out in horror. void emerges from the corner of your eye with a slight smirk on his face.

“good job little dove, i knew you could do it.” your mind was a blur from the past hour, but with the clues it has seemed that void put you up to doing something worse than ever imagined. you start to panic as you wipe the blood onto your shirt in order to get it off.

your breathing starts to get heavier and heavier as your mind comes to the realization of your actions. you feel a sharp pain in your neck as void stiles attached his soft lips onto it. he starts to suck, and everything becomes one, big, blur.

can't figure out just how you do it, and god knows i never will

“PLEASE JUST TELL ME HOW TO GET RID OF THESE THOUGHTS” you scream in agony. void looks up from his hands to stare into your cold eyes. “it will get better, please don’t worry.” void seems to get softer by the day, and you seem to get harder.

his hands fiddle as you stare into them. his fingers slowly mesh around into each-other and they find his way to his hair. you feel a sudden rush in your body to do something. you get off the bed, and head to where void is sitting.

his eyes were still placed onto the floor as you take his hands from his hair and interlock them into yours. “void, look at me”. his dark brown eyes slide their way up your figure as they shake in place.

you grab onto his face, and vastly place your lips onto his. his lips taste like honey as you five deeper for more. your tempo of motion was interrupted by the sound of a door opening.

“y/n?”, lydia asks. she stops in her tracks as she sees who you’re with. “void”, she huffs.

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[imagine-you]

These Wolves Keep On Scratching At My Heart [Isaac Lahey/Reader] (1/?)

Summary: Growing up as a human in the Hale pack wasn't easy, but you wouldn't have traded it for anything. When you're twelve, a fire takes away most of your family, except for your father and two of your cousins. You're adopted by a kind deputy and officially become a part of the Stilinski family since your father can't care for you and your cousins have fled town. You think life can't possibly get any more complicated until you're eighteen and your brother's best friend gets bitten by a rogue alpha out in the preserve. Word Count: 3.9k Notes: Reader is Peter's daughter (I'm pretty sure Malia won't exist in this fic) and there's a lot of story to tell here, so please be patient with me! I promise I will explain everything. If you like this, letting me know would make my day! Read on AO3 The splintering of wood and the roar of the flames was deafening. Smoke had engulfed the house, leaving everything hazy and disorienting.  

You didn't know how the fire started or where everyone went, but there was only one person you had on your mind as you stumbled towards your bedroom door.  

"Dad? Dad?!" You called, panic leaking into your voice.  

Everything felt like it was abruptly tilted to the side and you didn't realize that you were falling until you hit the floor.  

"I've got you. You'll be alright," you heard a voice say before arms scooped you up off the floor. You were cradled against someone's chest as you coughed, attempting to take a breath. "You'll be alright," the person repeated, attempting to reassure you, even though their voice was fearful and strangled.  

The next thing you heard was the sound of breaking glass before you felt like you were flying. You let out a cry of anguish when you felt yourself fall, the sight of your father's face watching you from the window the last thing you saw before you hit the ground.  

"Y/N! Y/N, c'mon, wake up. You're having that dream again." 

You jolted awake, the smell of smoke seemingly lingering in your room before you focused on your brother.  

"What?" You groaned, attempting to shake off the nightmare and focus on Stiles.  

"You were screaming in your sleep," he told you, his expression a mix of worry and dismay. "Again." 

That didn't really surprise you. Whenever you dreamt of the fire, it always brought up memories and feelings you wished would stay buried. But since the fire had swept away your whole life, leaving you to rise from the ashes and start over, it was hard to ignore the effect it had on you.  

"I'll be alright," you assured Stiles, unknowingly echoing the last words you ever heard your father speak. "What are you doing up right now? Isn't it late?" 

"I was going to Scott's, since Dad's on a call and you were asleep. I was on my way out when I heard you."  

Even in the dark of your bedroom, you could see Stiles fidgeting. Either he was nervous about something or he was up to something. Knowing your brother, it was probably a bit of both.  

"Why are you going to Scott's so late? You do remember school starts back up tomorrow, right?" 

Stiles rolled his eyes before flopping down onto your bed, ignoring your grunt of protest. "Yeah, but winter break was boring, and I've got something fun and adventurous in mind for tonight." 

You narrowed your eyes at Stiles, knowing that whatever he had in mind was likely something that would get him into trouble. "What is it?" 

"Nothing," Stiles denied, tone light and mischievous. "Want to come with me? See for yourself that I'm going to be an upstanding citizen and simply have some fun with my best bud?" 

You knew Stiles was up to no good, but you also hoped that if Scott was along for the ride, then he would keep your brother out of trouble.  

"Go," you sighed, settling back into bed. "At least one of us should be well-rested for tomorrow." 

"That's why you're the genius of the family," Stiles told you, barely avoiding the pillow you aimed at his head, before he was rolling off your bed. You heard him groan as he hit the floor before he bounded up, shooting you a grin. "See you later," he said before he hurried towards your bedroom door. He paused just before he reached it and turned to look at you. "Maybe it's time you go visit your dad again," he offered, his voice low and cautious. "You were calling for him in your sleep." 

"Yeah," you agreed, trying to keep the longing out of your voice for Stiles' sake. "I'll go after school tomorrow." 

"Good," Stiles said before nodding at you, as if he was giving you his seal of approval, and then left your room.  

You closed your eyes, attempting for a few minutes to go back to sleep, but you knew it was useless. Sleep would elude you until you quieted the maelstrom of memories and fears that plagued you from when you were only twelve years old.  

You didn't remember much about the fire. It seemed like one night you went to bed and by the time you woke up, you lost a family and were on your way to gaining a new one. You remembered waking up to smoke and flames, before trying to get to your bedroom door to look for your dad. All you wanted in that moment was your dad, because you knew he would make it all okay.  

Once the police and firefighters arrived, you were found half-hidden in a pile of debris and leaves, knocked out with a broken arm. No one could figure out how you ended up outside the house or why no one else tried to leave. Most of your family had been found in the basement, and you knew they must have been going for the tunnels, but it didn't make sense to you why they couldn't get out. Nothing about the fire made any kind of sense and you knew there were mysteries to unlock.  

The only other survivor of the fire was your father, but he was in no position to take care of you. He was currently in a care facility, since his injuries from the fire were so extensive. You tried to visit him at least once a week, but it didn't make it any easier on you to see him like that when you remembered the man who had taken care of you your whole life. He never spoke about your mom, but from what you gathered, you were better off without her.  

When Derek and Laura fled town, not even bothering to tell you goodbye, you didn't realize it was the last time you would hear from them. You were never sure if they were running from something dangerous or if they simply couldn't handle living in the same town that had robbed them of their pack, but you never quite forgave them for practically abandoning you.  

The kind deputy who found you shivering and lost amongst the debris had taken pity on you that night. After realizing you lost most of your family in the fire and had no one else to care for you, he decided to make you a part of his family. You supposed there might have been another pack out there who respected your aunt enough to take you in, but you wouldn't have wanted to leave Beacon Hills. Not as long as your dad was still there.  

The Stilinskis had made you feel like a part of their family from day one and you couldn't have been more grateful for them.  

Over the past six years, the fire and events surrounding it had weighed heavy on your mind. None of it made any sense to you and even though people wanted to dismiss it as a tragic accident, you knew it wasn't anything as simple as an electrical fire.  

The only person who seemed to really agree with you was Mr. Stilinski and while he tried his best to hide the evidence from you, you knew he was still trying to force the pieces back together so he could finally see the whole picture.  

But you had a feeling he would never see the whole picture. Not unless he discovered all the supernatural ties that were holding Beacon Hills together.  

You didn't even realize you had managed to finally doze off before you were woken by the sound of your dad berating Stiles.  

"What the hell did you think you were doing going out in the woods by yourself at this time of night? At least you had the sense not to drag Scott into it. Really, what kind of kid hears there's a body in the woods and then decides to go looking for it?" 

"I was just trying to help you and the force out! I mean, it's a big preserve! It really could've been anywhere." 

"Nice try," you heard your dad sigh. "Just get to bed, alright? You've got school tomorrow and I'm not letting you skip because you're too tired." 

"I would never," Stiles scoffed before you heard his bedroom door close.  

You waited until you heard your dad's door close before you got out of bed, keeping your steps light as you crossed your room. You opened your bedroom door, poking your head out cautiously, making sure the hallway was actually empty, before you stepped out of your room. You made your way to your brother's room, barging in before quickly closing the door behind you.  

"Y/N? What the hell?" Stiles exclaimed, turning quickly in his computer chair to face you. "I could've been doing something that would have been incredibly traumatizing for both of us if you witnessed it!" 

"Please," you sighed, moving to sit on the edge of his bed. "You're shameless, but you at least manage to lock the door if you're going to do something like that." 

"Fine," Stiles groaned, reclining back in his chair. "Weren't you going back to sleep?" 

"I was," you admitted, giving Stiles an unimpressed look. "Weren't you going to hang out with Scott and respect the law or something?" 

"I was," Stiles argued, affecting an innocent tone. "I totally respected the law and didn't get into trouble at all."  

"You went looking for a dead body in the woods," you reminded him. 

 “Oh," Stiles scoffed, trying to wave it off. "You heard about that, huh?" 

"It's a little hard to ignore when our dad is berating you for something like that. What the hell were you thinking? You could have been hurt or killed or any number of terrible things." Stiles didn't know about the things that could be found out in the preserve, but you certainly did. You remembered the lectures from your dad when you were just a kid, telling you it wasn't safe for a human out alone in the woods at night. "And what about Scott, huh? What happened to him?" 

"He might still be out there, actually," Stiles admitted with a sheepish shrug of his shoulders. "But he's a smart kid. He'll be fine." 

"Fuck," you hissed, standing up. "Call him. Now," you told Stiles. "See if he's alright." 

Stiles groaned before pulling out his phone, typing away a text instead of bothering to call his best friend to see if he was alive. After a few moments, he made a sound of triumph before waving his phone at you. "He made it out! He's totally fine." 

"Okay," you sighed, choosing to trust your brother. "Just...next time you decide to go out into the woods, tell me, alright? I'll go with you." 

"Got it," Stiles agreed, focused on his phone yet again.  

You rolled your eyes, before reaching forward to pat Stiles on the shoulder. "Good talk," you told him before leaving his room. You were still worried about Scott, but you knew that Stiles would never let anything bad happen to his best friend. So, you went back to your room and climbed into bed, hoping that sleep would claim you soon.  

When you woke in the morning, you were less than excited to start the last semester of your high school career. Stiles would be starting the second half of his junior year, but once June hit, you would be done with high school. You would have to figure out where you wanted to go to college and what you wanted to do with your life and the thought of that opened up a deep pit of dread and anxiety in your gut.  

You groaned as you rolled out of bed, mindlessly going through your usual morning routine of styling your hair, putting on your clothes, eating breakfast, and then brushing your teeth.  

Stiles' jeep was already gone by the time you walked outside. You were sure he had already left to pick up Scott, which gave you more hope that Scott was actually okay and not currently wandering around the preserve.  

You climbed into your own jeep, a newer model than Stiles' with half the sentimental value. You got the car when you were sixteen and a lawyer contacted Mr. Stilinski to let him know that your dad had set aside a fund for you to be able to get your dream car when you got your license.  

When you were a kid, you had wanted any and every flashy car that would let you go fast. Your dream car changed at least once a month and your dad had promised you that he would buy you whatever you wanted as soon as you got your license.  

It hit you pretty hard when you realized your father had made preparations for your care in the event that he wasn't around to see you grow up. Even though you were grateful he was still alive, it still hurt that he couldn't speak and couldn't respond to anything you told him. You wondered if it hurt him too to watch you grow up and get older and live a whole life without him.  

You didn't think much of the night before until you got to school and noticed Scott and Stiles standing outside. Stiles was in the middle of his usual fruitless attempt to get Lydia Martin's attention as you approached the pair. Scott seemed worried about something, which prompted you to sling an arm around his shoulders and ruffle his hair.  

"What's with the long face, McCall?" 

"He's freaking out about some animal that bit him last night," Stiles said, waving it off as if it wasn't a big deal. "There's not even a mark on him. It was probably a mosquito." 

You tried to keep the alarm off your face, because it really could have been nothing. But curiosity would always get the best of you and you couldn't help but fish for more information. "Animal? What did it look like?" 

"I didn't get a good look," Scott admitted with a shrug of his shoulders. "It was big and had red eyes. It bit me and I ran away. I think it was a wolf?" Scott's voice went high and confused on the last word as he sent an unsure look at Stiles.  

"Bud, I told you, there are no wolves here. It was probably a rabid rabbit or something," Stiles dismissed, urging you and Scott towards the building. "Now, c'mon, let's go get this shitshow over with." 

Your mind was spinning as you tried to get through your classes. All you could think about was a rogue alpha out in the preserve, biting people and leaving behind a trail of confused omegas in its wake. Beacon Hills had been relatively quiet on the supernatural front since the fire. The only thing even remotely supernatural around town was your dad, but he hadn't left the care facility in years. You supposed Deaton counted, but if Deaton posed a threat, then you supposed you did as well.  

Halfway through your anatomy class, you pulled out your phone, shooting a text to Deaton.  

'We've got to talk. It's important.'

Knowing Deaton, you wouldn't hear from him until it was a little too late, so you had to do something before the situation got completely out of control.  

You thought the day couldn't get any worse until word about the new girl started floating around school. 

"She's so pretty. Think she'll go out with me?" 

"Her family moves around a lot. Maybe her dad's in the military." 

"I heard her last name is Argent. I wonder if she's French."

All anyone seemed to want to talk about was the new girl including Scott and Stiles.  

"Look, she's already been sucked into Lydia's orbit," Stiles pointed out with a groan. "You have no chance, buddy," he told Scott, giving him a consoling pat on the back.  

"Well, Y/N's friends with Jackson, right? Can't you put in a good word for me?" Scott wondered, turning to you with a hopeful grin.  

You shook your head, watching Allison, wary of any move she might make. "No," you answered Scott, finally tearing your gaze away from the new girl. "You should stay away from her."  

"But--" Scott tried to object, but you were already walking away. You didn't have a good explanation for why Scott shouldn't go near Allison and you certainly couldn't figure out how to tell Scott he was probably a werewolf.  

You passed Allison, Lydia, and Jackson, ignoring Jackson's nod of acknowledgement in your direction. You didn't have the energy to deal with Jackson, even though you would hear all about how you ignored him later. There were just too many things going wrong in too short amount of time and you were starting to feel like you couldn't breathe.  

You opted to skip your last class of the day and head right for the care facility. The nurses knew you by now and most took the time to smile at you and ask how you were doing as you passed them.  

Seeing your dad helpless and catatonic never got any easier, but you couldn't deny it helped knowing he was still there for you.  

"A lot has happened since last week," you started, taking a seat in front of his chair. You reached out to take his hand, glad for the physical assurance that your dad was still with you.  

When you were younger, the doctors and nurses explained to you that talking to your dad on a regular basis might help with his overall recovery, so you made sure to visit him as often as you could. "I started the last semester of my senior year today. I should be graduating in June." You glanced down, unsure how to continue. You didn't want to say anything that would worry your dad, but the only other person you could talk to was Deaton and that was bound to be more annoying than helpful.  

"So, I've talked about Stiles and I've mentioned his best friend Scott. His mom works in the hospital and he's like a brother to me too." You let out an incredulous laugh, not even sure you could believe what you were about to tell your dad. "Last night, Stiles and Scott went looking for a dead body in the preserve. I don't know if they ever found it, but something did find Scott. I think...," you trailed off, wondering if there was any possibility where you could be wrong. Maybe it was a rabid animal and Scott simply needed a series of shots. But no, your life had never given you much luck, so it wasn't about to start now. "I think he was bitten by an alpha." 

You weren't sure if it was just wishful thinking, but you could have sworn that your dad's hand twitched in yours. You glanced down at it, but it was still and unmoving as usual, filling you with a guilty disappointment.  

"And now I've got to worry about my brother's best friend turning into a werewolf, but I've also got to worry about the new girl. She's an Argent," you explained with a wince. "Why are there hunters in town? Are they looking for the alpha or are they trying to settle down here? I don't like any of this," you sighed, trying to fight the tears that wanted to fall. You didn't know how to fix any of the messes that had sprung up just in the past day. If you were still part of the Hale pack, then your aunt would have taken Scott in and showed him the ropes. She would have hunted down the rogue alpha and sorted them out before hunters could converge on your territory. None of this was anything you were capable of fixing alone and you suddenly felt so lonely that you couldn't stand it.  

"Dad," you pleaded, your voice breaking on the word. "I don't know what to do." 

Your phone buzzed with an incoming text just as a tear escaped down your cheek. You hastily wiped it away before pulling your phone from your pocket.  

'Want to help me and Scott search for his inhaler in the woods? Doofus dropped it last night running from Thumper.'

"Shit," you groaned, moving to stand up. You let your dad's hand slip from yours, trying to fight off the usual guilt you felt whenever you left him. "I have to go. I'll see you later," you told him as you stood. You gave him a kiss on the cheek and grabbed your bag, not letting yourself look back at him all alone in his room, since you knew it always broke your heart to leave him.  

Stiles had sent you the location where he parked his jeep, and it wasn't long before you pulling up next to his car.  

Scott gave you a wave when he saw you and it hit you all at once that loveable, dorky Scott was likely turning into a werewolf.  

"Hey, guys," you said, joining Stiles and Scott near the hood of Stiles' jeep. "What happened to your spare inhaler?" You asked Scott, watching his expression fall. 

"That was my spare inhaler and mom's gonna kill me if I lose it. You know how expensive those things are?" 

"Well, no one wants to make Melissa mad," you mused, thinking of the last time she really got pissed off with Scott and your brother. Her anger had nearly boiled over until it hit you and you would do just about anything to avoid Melissa McCall's wrath. "Let's get this over with," you sighed. "I don't want to be out here once it gets dark." 

"Yeah," Stiles laughed, bumping companionably into Scott's side. "Wouldn't want to run into whatever took an imaginary bite out of Scott. Although, I have some theories about that, y'know. Wolves and bites and howling and all that." 

"What? What are you talking about?" Scott's voice went high and panicked, but you knew your brother all too well.  

"You've got a disease, Scotty," Stiles started, turning a grim look towards Scott. "It's called lycanthropy." 

"What is that? Is it bad? Am I gonna die?" 

"No, not bad," Stiles said, shooting you a grin. "Just comes around once a month...during the full moon." Stiles threw his head back and howled before giving way to laughter. "Lycanthropy, Scott. It means you're turning into a werewolf." 

Even though you knew your brother was kidding, hearing the words coming from him still sent a shiver down your spine. If only he knew the danger was all too real and you were quickly running out of time before Scott became a huge problem.  

"Stiles, come on, this is serious," Scott groaned, kicking aside some leaves in an attempt to find his inhaler. "What if I have rabies or something? What if I've got an infection?" 

"Scotty, you're fine. If it was something serious, you would've been in the hospital by now." 

Scott started arguing with Stiles, but you noticed an eerie stillness fall over the little pocket of forest you were standing in. You didn't realize you were being watched until you looked up and saw him for the first time in six years. A whole host of emotions fell over you, ranging from anger to betrayal to longing to happiness, before settling on confused.  

"Derek," you found yourself muttering, your tone fused with disbelief.  

What the hell was he doing back in Beacon Hills? 

[lucally-sourced]

Please Stay

Liam’s legs burn as he sprints through the rain. He silently thanks Scott for giving him his werewolf speed as he hurtles down the streets. He needs to get to Theo before he leaves.

1,192 words, light angst, thiam

"Liam, we don't know where he's going," Scott sighs, putting his hand on his beta's shoulder, "If he wants to leave Beacon Hills, who are we to stop him?"

"So I'm supposed to just let him run again?!" Liam snaps, batting Scott's hand away.

"He knows he isn't wanted here." Malia shrugs.

That was the wrong thing to say. Liam surges forwards and tries to hit her, but she side steps him, giving him a look of confusion.

"Liam!" Lydia grabs his collar, holding him away from Malia, "What on Earth has gotten into you?"

"I can't let Theo leave."

Every head in the room turns to him, if they hadn't already been looking at him. His eyes are flickering between his regular blue to his shifted yellow. He inhales deeply, trying to calm himself down. No one speaks, until Malia.

"Why?"

"Because he is wanted," Liam confesses quietly, "I don't want him to leave. I don't want him to leave me behind."

Everyone stares at him, various expressions of shock, confusion and mild disappointment. He looks at his feet, clenching his fists until his claws pierce his palms, his blood dripping onto the laminated wooden floors being the only sound in the room. Liam can hear his own heart pounding in his ears, feel his blood running in his veins... but where he'd usually find Theo's pulse, he finds silence. Because he isn't there. He isn't standing beside him, like he usually would be for Pack meetings. Scott grimaces at Liam's blood, walking over to uncurl his beta's fists.

"You... might be able to catch him before he gets out of the city." Scott sighs, "If you leave now, that it."

And apparently, Liam doesn't need to be told twice. He darts out of the McCall house, and right out into the pouring rain. He has to stop and take a deep, somewhat shuddery breath to try and find Theo's scent, the sound of his heart beat, the marks of his truck... anything. It's the scent of the truck that he actually finds, locking on to the metallic, mechanical smell, combined with Theo's usual scent from sleeping in the back of it. He doesn't even think before he starts running.

Scott watches him go, standing in the doorway with Stiles.

"He's seriously running through a torrential downpour for Theo Raeken?" Stiles scoffs, "He's insane."

"He's emotional." Scott pats Stiles' shoulder, "Come on, lets get inside."

The two boys walk inside, preparing themselves to deal with whatever trouble the beta is bound to get into.

Liam’s legs burn as he sprints through the rain. He silently thanks Scott for giving him his werewolf speed as he hurtles down the streets. He needs to get to Theo before he leaves. He's following the scent of the truck, until he loses it. The scent somehow leaves his senses entirely, and he roars, angry and confused. Where did he go? Why had the truck's scent vanished entirely? He searches the air desperately, starting to feel panic bubble in his chest. He wasn't going to find him. Theo was going to leave, thinking that no one in Beacon Hills cared about him. Think he has no reason to come back. Liam needs him to come back, needs to give him a reason to want to. And so he keeps searching. He shifts senses, instead choosing to strain his ears for the sound of the engine. Nothing. No scent, no sound, no clear sight. He was frustrated and wanted nothing more than to scream into the abyss of the night. So he does. He screams, letting all his anger and fear pour into the sound. He doesn't think anything will come from it, and he definitely doesn't expect to hear tires coming to a screeching halt. There are no cars around. He knows those tires, but where was the sound coming from? He focuses his hearing again, hoping for another indication. Brakes squeaking. And he knows where.

He runs and runs and runs until he reaches the very edge of Beacon Hills, by an old statue of a lonely angel, looking around for any sign of Theo. He couldn't help but huff at the irony. Theo's truck is sitting unoccupied nearby, which is both a comfort and worry. His truck was still here, so Theo was still in Beacon Hills... but he wasn't in the truck. Liam runs to the truck, looking inside the windows for a clue on where his friend - his anchor - is. The rain only gets harder, and Liam begins to cry, sliding down the outside of the truck until he hits the ground, curling up and letting out a defeated sob. He's so distraught that he doesn't hear the leaves crunching as someone sits beside him.

"Liam." Theo speaks softly, putting a hand on the beta's knee.

Liam looks up at him, eyes wide, tears and rain pouring down his face. Theo hesitantly wraps his arm around Liam's shoulders, pulling the crying boy into a hug.

"Stay-" Liam chokes out, wrapping his arms around Theo's middle, clinging to him like he's afraid he'll vanish, "I want you to stay."

"Liam..." Theo sighs, about to protest, but Liam cuts him off.

"Please stay..." He begs, looking up at him, "Stay with me."

"And do what, Liam?" Theo squeezes his arm, "Be the lone wolf? Sleep in my truck until I die? Beacon Hills doesn't want me."

Liam just stares at him, lip trembling.

"What if I want you?"

The words echo through Theo's mind, burying themselves so deep in his soul that he can't do anything but blink against the rain.

"You can live with me. That would solve both the lone wolf and the sleeping in the truck-" Liam sounds desperate, "I-I'll help you find a job, I'll make the others leave you alone, I'll-"

Theo puts his hand over Liam's mouth. He sighs, looking into the bluest eyes in the world, seeing the emotions swimming in them. The desperation, the want, the unfiltered love.

"Why?" He whispers to the beta, removing his hand.

"I want you to stay with me." Liam finds Theo's hand and holds it tightly, "I want to be with you, in whatever way you'll let me."

Theo watches him, listening to his heartbeat. Their hands feel like two jigsaw pieces slotting together, and both of them look down. Liam brings Theo's hand up to his lips tentatively, kissing the back of it.

"Stay with me." He murmurs against Theo's hand, and the chimera tenses.

Silence falls over them like a blanket, suffocating Liam. He needs to convince Theo to stay, he just can't figure out how. When Theo continues to sit in silence, Liam begins to panic again, terrified that he'd leave anyway. No matter how panicked he is, he can't speak, frozen silent. Theo looks at their joined hands, then brings them to his lips, kissing the back of Liam's hand slowly. The beta holds his breath, terrified and amazed all at once.

"Ask me to stay." Theo murmurs against Liam's skin.

Liam swallows, looking directly into the chimera's eyes.

"Please stay..."

"Only for you."

[eusuntgratie]

✨femslash february 2025✨

she hit me and it felt like a kiss - teen wolf, cora/lydia, M

i don't think i can do it - roswell new mexico, cameron/liz, M

lost - teen wolf, cora/malia, M

i can give you anything in here - roswell new mexico, isobel/rosa, M

come crawling back - 911, lucy/taylor, M

girls with tattoos who like getting in trouble - rwrb, june/nora, E

chasing that feeling - teen wolf, cora/lydia, E

open up your mouth and tell me what you mean - roswell new mexico, maria/rosa, T

why do you think? - 911, hen/karen, M

let them see - roswell new mexico, isobel/anatsa, E

i am not a martyr, i'm a problem - teen wolf, nogitsune!allison/erica reyes, E

more fun with me - hockey rpf, sidgeno rule 63, T

i don't trust anyone else - teen wolf, cora/lydia, double drabble, T

now that we know we're better off without you - teen wolf, erica focused, 800 words, M

they say i'll be okay, but i'm not going to - roswell new mexico, liz & rosa, maria & rosa, liz & maria, T

i could eat that girl for lunch - roswell new mexico, maria/isobel, M

space girl show me the stars - roswell new mexico, isobel/liz, G

don't be afraid of me - roswell new mexico, isobel/rosa, T

hide your back she likes to stab them - 911, lucy/taylor, E

come cast your spell on me - teen wolf, allison/laura, G

how do you know? - stranger things, barb/nancy, G

four more - roswell new mexico, isobel/liz, E

i need you - roswell new mexico, maria/liz, G

my love is mine all mine - 911, hen/karen, M

one more week - roswell new mexico, cameron/maria, M

how lucky are we to have so much to lose - roswell new mexico, cameron/liz, T

i think we deserve it, right? - teen wolf, lydia/malia, T

carry you home - roswell new mexico, cameron/maria/isobel, T

perdida - traducción español de lost

she's a little runaway - teen wolf, cora/erica, T

i'm not gonna stop you this time - roswell new mexico, isobel/liz, T

[psychelis-new]

pick a pile: "What do you need to learn now?"

take a breath and choose the photo/number that calls you the most to read on a probable lesson you should learn about at this moment. thanks Anon for suggesting this

don’t take the reading too seriously. only take what resonates with you and leave the rest. if you're not called by any pile, let this reading slid as it may not hold messages for you. if you're called by more than one, there may be messages in each of those piles.remember that is a general reading and some things may not resonate with you. energies can change and readings are based on present ones (as you read); you're always in charge of your life.

(photos found on unsplash)

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pile 1

You need to learn to let go, and be more carefree and "childish", as in enjoying more. You tend to block yourself maybe? Or you aren't much in contact with your inner child despite they really want to talk with you. I think, similarly to pile 3 but in a different way, you need to take a pause and totally unwind. Refocus on what's important (you)... and just enjoy. Think about the present too, and again, be more carefree and don't always be so serious or overthinking that much. Be also kind with yourself. I think you need a vacation, maybe going somewhere new, where you can be yourself (?). You may be feeling judged too much by others, so you try to act/pretend to be more serious/adult, but you don't have to. You can keep playing with your inner child, you can dance under the sun and enjoy your days and breaks too. Actually, you have to. When you are on a break you cannot think about what you have to do once you're done: you need to really unwind and focus on your break. Try doing something you enjoyed as a child, be it painting or dancing or cooking or anything you're passionate about. You don't have to become amazing at it, you only need to like that and to let it help you distress.

song: love me tender | elvis presley

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pile 2

You need to learn to see behind. "And beyond" too, I heard. You may need to do some shadow work or you're doing that now. I think you're being hit with how harsh it all is for you. But not all that is harsh and painful is there to hurt you or to "punish" you. You're not Universe's favorite target, don't ever think this. It's just that there's a need for some darkness too in life, there cannot only be all light. And don't say "as if I had ever experienced light..." try to focus and remember: our minds want us to concentrate on what's bad, they want us to remember that alone (also to keep us on alert: in the past, remembering what was wrong may have saved your life, but these days... not that much, right?), so we keep memory of that side much more than what's good in our life. Think about your everyday life, how a small negative little thing can make your day so bad, even if before that happened, everything seemed so cool and bright. I think you need to balance more yourself and how you see darkness and light. How you react to the dark part of life (which yes, it's part of life as the bright side). Don't let negative stuff (especially the ones you have not much control over or that aren't so important) get the best of you.

song: desperate | ashlynn malia

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pile 3

You need to learn to relax, to let go things, especially those that don't serve you anymore and that you can't control. You need to take time for yourself. And to give time to yourself, especially if you're healing something: probably you've been working for a lot on a matter but you see no huge difference with the past (still, I'd suggest you to be more objective about this and realize even the smallest difference), don't be impatient, give yourself a break. Healing is coming to you, you don't have to rush to "an end", cause healing won't totally end. You will learn how to deal with your triggers so that they won't hurt you and be more in control of yourself and your emotions. This is what healing is about for the most part. You totally need to be more patient and to communicate more with yourself and about yourself to others. You also need time to dream, or to let yourself dream a little more. Be more positive and light. Take a breath and slow down, especially your mind, cause I think at times it may run 1000 miles for hours (if that's even possible).

song: got it in you | banners (please check this song lyrics cause I'm sure it holds messages for you, especially if you feel very down or judged or anything)

[morganasmissus]

If you don't mind, could I perchance humbly request a snippet of "malia going to bring kira home from the skinwalkers"?? *Bows dangerously low to the floor* 👀

teehee, of course 🤭

snippet-

“Malia,” Scott’s voice is heavy, sorrowful. This isn’t easy for him. “You can’t get her back- the skinwalkers won’t allow it.”

The werecoyote finishes lacing up her boots and straightens. Meets Scott’s eye. There’s a set to her shoulders, and Lydia knows that no matter what Scott tries to say- she’s already made her decision.

“You don’t know that,” Malia denies, “None of you have tried.”

Lydia watches the words hit Scott, feels them hit her, too, as she watches the alpha’s face fall. Scott is right here- the skinwalkers made their deal. Either Kira learn to control her powers, or she stays with them. But at the same time… They’ve never gone after Kira- never tried to bring her home. Maybe Malia is right. Maybe they should have.

“I,” Malia continues, still looking straight at Scott, “am going to try.”

[liliaeth]

@bestialitybestiary Going to respond to your reply here instead of in reply to your post. Because it honestly had me baffled if you were actually paying attention or not.

@liliaeth I mean you're right, Scott was called out sometimes. But it somehow didn't feel as if he cared that much. It was sometimes said. Idk I feel like I have to reach for context every time I want to understand his emotions in the scene, because it's not clear. Idk if it's because of acting or directing. What I try to say is that because of those little things Scott may be perceived as ignorant or dumb, and it's a shame. I know he isn't. And I wish they portrayed his character with more care. I guess because of how they wrote/acted the character it was easy to see him as a bad friend, if someone wanted to see him that way. And it's a shame I wrote this post because I was wondering why Scott has such a bad rep in fandom. I love the guy

My main issue is this, of all the characters on the show, there were three characters who were called out on their mistakes the most.

There was Scott, there was Lydia and there was Derek. Which makes it no wonder that on the entire show, these three characters had the most character growth and development of any and all characters on the show.

Compare that to characters like say Stiles who was essentially static for six seasons, and had little to no character growth, because the show didn't dare to ever hold him accountable. Never made him feel remorse for how terribly he treated everyone around, him, and especially how badly Stiles treated the people he cared about, like Scott, like his father, like Lydia, like Malia...

(In fact the only time we see Stiles display any guilt over anything, it's to do with either the Nogitsune or Donovan, both of them cases where Stiles blames himself for things that are categorically not his fault. But when it comes to things that actually are Stiles' fault... things he actually did to personally wrong, it just gets ignored, and we see no reaction to it from Stiles, or any kind of him taking responsibility for it.)

But because Scott 'was' called out, and Stiles 'was not', people fell in the false notion that what Scott did was wrong, while Stiles behavior was 'just funny', or perfectly fine. Even though in most cases it was actually the opposite.

It's why people most often don't realize just how bad a friend Stiles was throughout most of the show.

See, you wrote that you felt Scott didn't care that much... and my instant reaction was 'did you miss the fact that he literally tried to kill himself out of guilt on three separate occasions?

In Frayed he is literally refusing to let himself heal, because he feels responsible over what happened to Derek.

And this is added on in Motel California, where he's already lit the torch, and thus is rid of most of the Darach's influence when he tries to put himself on fire, because he feels responsible for everything bad that's ever happened in their life since he was bitten.

And then in s5b, after Theo murdered him, it's Scott who takes responsibility for everything that went wrong, despite him being a victim, where once again, he won't let himself heal.

(all while the show refuses to let Stiles apologize or in any way take responsibility for listening to Theo and betraying the pack)

It's a recurring theme on the show, and with Scott that he's constantly taking responsibility for everything bad that happens around him, even and especially when it isn't his fault.

It's one of his main character traits, and this tendency to blame himself for everything that goes wrong, is probably one of his primary character flaws.

Like, it starts as early as in s1, when Stiles blames Scott for his father getting hit by a car in 'the Tell', when in Heart Monitor, he refuses to even talk to Scott, and Scott is desperately trying to make up for something that Scott had nothing to do with.

With Stiles blaming Scott for the 'werewolf crap coming into their life', despite Scott being the victim, and even going as far as Stiles abusing Scott with lacrosse balls, and getting him beaten up by seniors (risking said seniors' lives) just to punish Scott in false claim of it just being 'training)

I get that Stiles was just frustrated and worried about his father, which Scott knows as well, and is why Scott doesn't hold it against him. But with this added on to Scott's already existing tendency to take the blame for everything that goes wrong...

Scott could have refused, but instead he's blaming himself for these things, despite none of it being his fault... It's an ongoing character trait for Scott to do so.

I'm not saying the show was perfect, one of the main flaws the show had, esp. in regards to Scott, is that they went with the notion that Scott dealt with his suffering internally, and that the audience would see this as resilience. That he didn't lash out (outside of s1 when he's least in control of his instincts), and for the most part just dealt with it.

And directorial this lead to things like the show rarely if ever dealing with the horrors Scott went through. Even in the previouslies we rarely see a focus on what was done to Scott. Even Gerard torturing Scott with a knife in clear view in front of the hospital, and then threatening his Mom, is not mentioned in a single previously, no matter how relevant it would have been to do so...

Just like Melissa's horrified rejection of Scott in Fury is never once dealt with onscreen. Instead we get some mention of 'them being stronger now' in s3, when in reality what the show actually did was to stop having Melissa's behave like Scott's mother, and turning pretty much just into a mentor.

Where we see the sheriff putting his son first, and protecting his son at all cost, Melissa essentially stops doing so after Fury, and just starts putting expectations on him.

People ask why we keep bringing race into this, it's because in any other situation, where a white character's pain would be ignored in the show. (hell this is done plenty with Stiles even in tw fandom), fandom would then pick up the story in fanfic after fanfic...

But with Teen Wolf fandom, that does not happen.

Even Motel California, is more often made about Stiles, or Isaac, than it is made about Scott, a character who is clearly suicidal in canon.

And that would not be the case if Scott were white.

We constantly see fandom claim to hate Scott for traits that he either canonically does not have, faults, he canonically does not have, while ignoring the traits and flaws he does have, because they do not fit the narrative that people want the character or the show to be.

[zegrasdrysdale]

under the mistletoe [ n. hischier ]

day one of malia’s christmas fic marathon

pairing : Nico Hischier x fem!reader

summary : Nico needs a date for the Devils Christmas party so he turns to his best friend and asks if she doesn't mind being his fake date to the party

warning(s) : none. just enjoy the fluff :)

author’s note : day one is here. 11 more days to go. y’all are gonna be experiencing all kinds of up and downs during this fic marathon, but i hope y’all have a lot of fun

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The texts come through while she's already getting dressed for one of her other friend's party.

neeks 𓆩♡𓆪 - 6:01 pm i need to ask you for a huge favor. can you be my date for the devs christmas party tn ?

it starts at 7:30 and pally is hosting this year

i'll pick you up in like 45 mins and drive us both over. there will be lots of free food and drinks. can you please come with me ?

The only reason she agrees to go is because she's getting ready for a Christmas party. She has her makeup done and she can definitely get her hair done in less than forty-five minutes. Nico is always early for things so she expects him to show up a few minutes early to pick her up.

She has on a short dark red dress with spaghetti strap sleeves. It falls just past her ass and hugs her body. It has a dark sparkle to it when it hits the light. She pairs the dress with matching heels.

A loud knock rings through her small apartment as she's tying her slicked back hair into a tight ponytail. As soon as she's done, she runs to the front door in her heels.

On the other side stands Nico in one of his game day suits. He has on a red tie instead of a black one. His hair is gelled back and he's clean shaven. His big brown eyes take her in as soon as the door opens.

"Wow, look at you, Hischier," she teases as she leans against the doorway. She also just really needed to say something because she could feel her cheeks getting hot the longer Nico stared at her. "You clean up nicely."

Nico lets out a light laugh. "This is nothing," he replies. "I wear a suit like this pretty much every day."

She grabs her dark red jacket from the hook by the door. "I was talking about this," she comments as she pats Nico's smooth cheek. "Anyway, is the party at Pally's place or did he rent something out like Jack did last year?"

"In Jack's defense, he had a pretty small apartment," Nico tells her as they take the elevator down to the first floor. "He didn't have Luke living with him yet so he had to rent something out. But yes, it is in Pally's house this year. I heard he went all out with decorations and catering."

He holds the door to the building open so (Y/N) can click through it in her heels. Nico is right behind her. "Cool," she replies. "I've never been to Ondrej's house. His wife and little girl are so sweet though."

They're settled in Nico's car when he looks over. "Um, so I just wanted you to know that I may have told the team in a heat-of-the-moment thing that I was going to be bringing my girlfriend to the party," he admits to her.

(Y/N)'s eyes widen when she realizes what it means. "Are you telling me that you need me to fake being your girlfriend tonight?" she asks.

"I told you it was a huge favor," Nico reminds her. "Please say that you will do it. I don't want to be seen by my team as a liar so I need you to be my girlfriend for tonight only. If it's a lot then you don't have to but I would really-"

"Okay," she interrupts. "Tonight only. I want the full girlfriend experience though. No half-assing it, got it? I want hand holding and arms around my shoulders while we're sitting together."

If she is going to be Nico's pretend girlfriend for the night, she wants to go all out. Not to mention that if this is going to be the only time she will be Nico's girlfriend then she wants the whole thing.

The whole damn thing.

"Got it," he replies. "Anything else?"

"Not unless you think something is right to do at that moment."

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The Palat house is stunning. The snow that has fallen over the last few days makes it even more gorgeous. The outdoor decorations brighten up the building.

Cars are already parked up and down the street even though it’s still a little early. Nico helps (Y/N) out of his car when they park so she doesn’t slip on the ice that’s on the sidewalk. He offers her his arm and she happily hooks hers with his.

“I’m happy you agreed to come with me,” Nico says to her as they walk up the shoveled pavement to the front door. “I know I kind of tricked you into coming with me as my girlfriend but I get to hang out with my best friend all night so it’s a win-win for both of us.”

Best friend. The ultimate friendzone.

It’s a win-win for Nico. All she gets out of it is free food and a glimpse at what it would be like to be in an actual relationship with Nico.

“Yeah.” She puts a smile on her face despite how she feels and Nico rings the doorbell. (Y/N) lets out a quiet sigh as the door swings open.

Ondrej stands on the other side when the door swings open. “Welcome, guys,” he says. “Everyone is getting a drink and talking in the living room until dinner is ready. Come on in.”

Nico greets his teammate with a clap on the back and (Y/N) gives him a hug and a “it’s nice to see you again” before the two of them head into the living room. Palat takes her jacket before they go see the rest of the boys in the living room. Nico has his hand in hers as they turn the corner into the room.

Every single pair of eyes in that room is on (Y/N) and Nico. The guys that brought someone with them sit or stand with them at their side. Nearly everyone has a drink in their hand.

“When were you going to tell us that (Y/N) was your girlfriend, Nico?” Jack asks from the couch. “When we make playoffs and she got a jacket?”

Nico smiles and shakes his head. “I was going to tell you all eventually,” he tells his team. “We’ve just been enjoying the new change in our relationship. Right, liebling?”

In the years that she’s known him, she hears some of the names he’s called his girlfriends. She’s even looked some of them up because she didnt know what they meant.

The fact that Nico just called her one of his German nicknames sends a chill up her spine.

She shivers a bit and takes a step closer to Nico. “Yes,” she eventually agrees when she recovers enough to form words. “We’ve been enjoying our little bubble. We weren’t ready for it to burst but when Nico said that his teammates wanted to be introduced, I couldn’t say no.”

(Y/N) looks up at him with a smile on her face and wraps her arm around his. Nico looks down at her and mirrors her smile.

“I think it’s about time,” Jesper says from the other side of the room. “I mean, the way he talks about you in the locker room sometimes, (Y/N). I was hoping the two of you were together.”

That’s news to her. “Oh, what do you say about me in the locker room?” she asks sweetly to Nico. “I hope it is all appropriate.”

Some of the guys snicker, which results in their own date swatting them on the shoulder.

Nico’s face turns light red. “Just about how much I like being with you,” a flustered Nico replies. “I say that I can’t wait to see you when I know that we have plans. I tell them how happy I am when I know you’re up in the suite at home games. The usual stuff, you know?”

His words surprise her, especially because they aren’t actually together. He’s been making it sound like they are together.

It throws her off a little but she decides to play along.

“I say the same thing to my friends,” she lies. “About how excited I am to watch him play or when I know we are going out after. I especially tell them about how hot I think he is with that ‘C’ on his chest. I mean I have to cool off a little when I think about it sometimes.”

There are a few whistles around the room and (Y/N) stares up at Nico with a sly smile on her face.

It isn’t a lie. Nico might be her best friend but she has wished for years that he would see her as more than his best friend. She talks about how hot he is to her other friends all the time. Especially when he’s on the ice.

“You’re both so disgustingly in love,” Jack comments. “The way you look at each other makes me sick.”

They must be better actors than they thought.

Well, at least Nico must be because (Y/N) doesn’t know how much acting she’s actually doing right now.”

Dinner is ready shortly after. Everyone gathers around the table as best they can with the room they have. She is sitting so close to Nico that she’s basically on his lap. Not that she would mind that but Nico would.

Chicken is served as the main course. Rolls, salad, and pasta are served on the side. (Y/N) devours all of it because it’s so good.

Haula’s wife, Kristen, sits next to (Y/N). She asks, “So how long have you and Nico been together?”

“Just a few weeks,” she replies as soon as she swallows her bite of salad. “It hasn’t been too long.”

“The honeymoon phase is the best part,” Kristen tells her. “Sometimes I think Erik and I are still in ours. It truly is the best time in any relationship. Enjoy it.”

She looks over at Nico, who is laughing at something Jonas said next to him. “I’m trying,” she replies.

After dinner and dessert, a couple of the guys leave. They thank Palat for hosting before heading out the door.

(Y/N) finds herself on the couch beside Nico with a glass of red wine in her hand. Nico has had a few beers tonight so either she’s driving home since she’s only had one glass of wine or they’re calling an Uber. She can tell that Nico isn’t all here right now.

He has an arm draped around her shoulders while he talks to Akira, Timo, Tyler, and Jack above something hockey related. It’s always hockey related with this group.

She quietly sips her wine while the five of them talk about their next game against Detroit.

It’s weird but when she looks around the room, she doesn’t feel out of place. She’s already friends with a bunch of the guys’ wives and girlfriends. She’s babysat some of their kids during or after games. She knows all the guys on the team.

The only thing that’s weird is that she isn’t actually his girlfriend. It sucks because she’s been in love with him for well over a year and he has no idea or hasn’t shown any interest in being with her.

“Uh oh,” Jack suddenly says. “Look up Nico.”

When Nico looks up, so does (Y/N). Jesper and Palat stand behind them. Jesper is holding a piece of fake mistletoe.

“Oh shit,” Dawson laughs. “Get it, cap.”

A few of the remaining guys laugh.

Nico looks over at (Y/N) and raises his eyebrows in question. “Should we give it to them?” he asks while chants of “kiss her” break out around the room.

Not unless you think something is right to do at that moment. That’s what she said when she agreed to come as Nico’s fake girlfriend.

This is that moment.

Without even answering the question, (Y/N) leans over into Nico and presses a chaste kiss to his lips. She can taste the beer he’s been drinking throughout the night from that quick kiss.

His eyes are wide when she sits back a little bit, but he it doesn’t look like he hated it.

Actually, Nico leans into her and presses a longer kiss to her lips. Her hand flies to the back of his neck and one of his hands falls to her thigh right under where her dress ends.

Without realizing she’s doing it, (Y/N)’s fingers are playing with the ends of his hair. She thought he needed a haircut recently but now she doesn’t mind his longer hair.

Nico is the first one to break the kiss. He pulls back slowly and meets her eyes. His lips are red and slightly kiss-bruised. Her heart races in her chest.

She’s afraid that something has truly shifted between them, then Nico whispers, “Wow.” All her fears melt away and she smiles at him.

“We didn’t need all that,” Timo teases.

“I feel like I’m intruding on something,” Erik says.

Suddenly, Nico stands up and pulls (Y/N) up with him. “I think we’re going to head out,” he tells everyone. “I will see you all at practice tomorrow morning. Have a good night.”

Before she can protest, (Y/N) is being herded toward the Nico. Nico quickly helps her put her jacket on before they walk out into the cold air. It’s started to snow again as they leave the house.

The door shuts behind them and (Y/N) finally asks, “Why are we leaving?”

“Because,” Nico stammers. “Because-” He’s cut off when she slips on some ice. He quickly grabs her at the waist and holds her up so she doesn’t fall. Her entire body is pressed against him. “Because I was a little mad that our first kiss happened under some mistletoe.”

She raises her eyebrows. “Our first kiss?” she asks. “I don’t understand. I thought that was going to be our only kiss.”

Nico’s hands slide under her jacket and grip her waist. His nose grazes hers as he asks, “What if I don’t want to only have one kiss with you?”

Her heart jumps in her chest and she prays that Nico didn’t feel it. “I don’t want that to be our only kiss,” she softly tells him. “I’ve been waiting forever to kiss you, Nico. I don’t want that to be the only time I kiss you.”

He takes her chin between his thumb and pointer finger. “Then kiss me like you mean it this time, liebling.” Nico’s voice is a whisper when he talks.

(Y/N) doesn’t hesitate. She gets higher on her toes and presses a hard and deep kiss to his lips.

It might be freezing and snowing, but all she can feel is the warmth against her lips and her body. She never wants to let go now that she’s had a taste.

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featuring: vinsmoke sanji x fem!reader content warning: smut (mdni!!), masturbation, semi-public, slight degradation hi it's malia: those ideas just randomly pop into my head, i can't help it. it's quite ridiculous but well, enjoy babes

burning cigarette hanging loosely between his lips, sanji used a long spoon to stir the soup he cooked for the past two hours. luffy ordered a celebration for tonight, after defeating another enemy with the created alliances. a feast, and sanji was happy to prepare meals for new guests. satisfied faces were his sweetest pleasure. the kitchen was in pure silence, the sole sound was the boiling soup and the sizzling steaks in the oiled pan.

seated on the wooden table, feet propped up on the sole material and the legs spread further apart behind sanji's back. exactly how he instructed you to properly sit and watch closely how gently he placed the different dishes on the cold plates. squelching sounds filled his ears, the corners of his mouth lifted and a smirk spread across his face. a sound so familiar to him, so beloved by the cook. two of your slender fingers entered your wet hole, and left immediately to brush simple circles over your puffy bud.

sanji's instructions were clear, he was listening closely to the changes in your behavior. how your inhales have gotten deeper, how the exhales have gotten shakier, and how the pace of your fingers quickened while pushing into your sweet pussy. th sounds erupting from your dry throat were an alluring melody to his ears, attempting to resist helping you with reaching a long overdue orgasm.

"sanji, i need," you panted between needy whines, eyes rolling to the back but never hitting the right spot inside of you. "i need your help, please," you pleaded with the master cook, another try to capture his attention but the blonde just chuckled. so deeply, so quietly, almost too devilish to be made of bones and skin.

"should have thought about that request before teasing me at breakfast this morning," sanji's voice was calm, without any unexpected highs or lows in his tone. nothing bothered him, not even the chance to watch his girlfriend play with her puffy clit on the table behind him. you wanted to wait, wanted to wait until the little celebration passed the time when everyone was too drunk to care. but that idea did not play out very well as sanji prepared punishment for your actions pretty quickly.

a deep breath coaxed out of your chest, you did not know what kind of emotion filled your stomach. disappointment because he wasn't even glancing over his shoulder? regret for being way too needy and not respecting his words? maybe guilt for being foolish enough to think you would leave without punishment.

your eyes fluttered close as your fingers curled, pressing deeper into the soreness and warmth of your pussy. but the fireworks never exploded, the spark never burned and the high which approached you died down way too quickly again. "sanji ple-"

words interrupted by large fingers wrapped around your throat, pressing together tightly but gently and forcing you to swallow the syllables you could not speak. "can't even take the punishment right, hm?" the cigarette stuck to his dried bottom lip, the smoke floating through the thick air between the two of you. he took a drag, blowing it straight into your face without a sense of care. "always needing my help," he tsked as the white cancer stick left his mouth, landing in the ashtray of the kitchen.

wiping his long fingers on the sky blue apron around his waist, sanji's blown-out pupils anchored completely on your face. he knew your body perfectly, each curve and each little scar as your fingers were pushed away by his. soft tips pressed against the hardened bud, already engulfing in the wetness you firmly spread across your cunt while pushing and circling wildly. "so dirty, so nasty," the cook chuckled, starting with soft figure eights.

his pace did not matter at all, as soon as sanji's hands touched you, it felt so different from the rough and needy movements of your own digits. "oh sanji," you moaned, head falling back into the neck and lips parted slightly. one hand flatly placed on the wooden table behind you to keep your posture steady, the other placed on the white fabric which wrapped up his upper arm nicely.

"need my help, little girl, mh?" he leaned down further, palm flatly placed on the table between your spread legs as his face reached the same height as yours. his warm breath fanned over the tip of your nose and your lips, smelling the cigarettes but also the sweet scent of the red wine, he drank while cooking. "need your help, yes," you nodded your head, repeatedly and eagerly. sanji's teasing was worse than having to handle your desires by yourself.

"i will help you, princess, it was all i wanted to hear," sanji's rough voice became the loving melody again, which you've gotten used to during the relationship. he was whispering sweet promises, as you felt his fingertips wandering from your clit towards your entrance. easily, the first quarter slipped inside without warning or preparation.

"now let me hear you say my name,"

oh, it was like the devil sat on his broad shoulders, laughing to himself as the long fingers of your favorite cook entered you completely.