#these tags are so FUCKING long. why'd I say all that.

[sevicia]

Thinking of the way other kids treated me when I was in school makes me crazy like why'd they do all that 😭

& it wasn't even that bad I have always just been really really sensitive. SAD.

It only got physical a few times too like how long has it been, 6? 7 years? And I'm still hung up on it somehow

It's actually so fucked up how whatever you go through as a child will Literally change you forever, can't I like... scrape those parts off.... and be a normal fucking person for once 😭

[your-local-narc]

TW: vent, physical neglect, suic*de, self harm

Long story short: I thought my dad was going to make dinner when I went to his house so I didn't eat dinner with my grandparents and then when he came to pick me up he said "I'm disappointed you haven't eaten dinner yet".

Like sorry for trying to do the right thing I guess???

Vent continued in the tags

[tokkiwrites]

CARE FOR SOME COOKiES?

in which Tangerine has had a not so healthy obsession for the girl next door for a while now & he finally gets what he wants.

tags: neighbor tan, smut, mean (kind of) dom tangerine, afab reader, sub reader, degradation, bdsm themes, dumbification of reader, unprotected sex (p in v) + more. just filthy filthy smut :p

the way her soft locks fell onto her round shoulders, covering her pretty neck. the way she always sheepishly tucked a piece behind her ear every time she saw him. it wasn't hard to see that he was long gone now.

the small crush has turned into something more. he hates it because he'd rather not want to fantasize about her all night long, but the thin walls provide him with utmost sounds when she touches herself late at night. it's not his fault she is so pretty and delicate, oblivious even to how she makes his heart beat so fast and how quickly he gets hard only at the sight of her.

he is taken out of his deep thinking state when the sound of someone knocking on his door causes him to jolt out of his seat.

"fuckin' hell, mate. who is it at this hour..?"

he rubs the bridge of his nose before opening the front door, ready to tear through whoever thought it was a good idea to bother him at 9pm on a Thursday night.

"the fuck ya wan-" he stops before he could finish his sentence, as behind the door was his dream come true of a woman. the smell of warm brown sugar and her jasmine perfume mix in the air, invading his lungs.

"hi, neighbor! care for some cookies?" she lets out the cutest giggle ever known to man, and tangerine feels like he could eat her then and there. she was dressed in a floral pink dress that reached her mid thigh, her hair in two messy pigtails, and splotches of flower scattered on her face and the top of the dress.

he looks at her up and down, quirking his eyebrows up before smiling and finally saying something. he was so lost at the sight of her. and he wasn't the only one in that position. y/n could barely mutter the words when she first saw him, only in a pair of dark sweatpants. no shirt, no nothing. just his perfectly messy curly hair and his way too good-looking mustache.

"hey, luv." tangerine tries to play his usual, confident and cocky self, which works because as soon as those words left his mouth y/n's legs felt like jelly, she swears her stomach just did a backflip.

"ya baked cookies, huh?" he teases.

"i mean...i tried! promise i didn't poison them!" she tilts her head up, trying to hand him the plate full warm strawberry crumble cookies.

"thanks, luv. care for a cup of tea? i think it'll go perfectly with your cookies."

she could die right now, cheeks oh so red, much like the strawberry jam in those cookies.

"that'd be nice-- I'd like that." she hums, nodding her head in agreement as tangerine motions her to enter his apartment.

it smelled so much like him. It felt like a big warm embrace, much like the ones she was fantasizing about all those nights she couldn't keep quiet.

" It's so pretty in here!"

" yeah, 's my mates work, Lemon. He has a keen eye for...decor, i suppose."

another giggle slips through her rosy and round lips. it feels like someone punched him in the stomach. and head. and heart. and gave him a magic potion because the effect this girl had on him was truly incomprehensible.

"uh- why don't ya sit down, darlin', yeah? and ill make us both some tea."

"sounds great!" she scurried into the nearest armchair, settling the plate of cookies on the coffee table right in front of her.

after some moments pass the tall bloke returns with two mugs filled with warm tea. as he places them down on the table he sits down opposite of y/n, his eyes never leaving her thighs, barely covered by that dress.

"so-" he makes a pause before smiling up at her "why'd you bring me the cookies?"

y/n smiles shyly before finally blurting out her thoughts.

"you always seem so grumpy, especially when you come home from work. and you seemed lonely... n i just wanted to sweeten up your week just a little bit."

someone better give this man an award for self control, because it takes so much will power for him to not just ravage the adorable bundle in front of him.

nonetheless, he leans his elbows on his knees and rests his chin on the knuckles of his hands. "oh?"

"that so?" he asks, a little chuckle after that.

"yeah...please dont get mad that i called you grumpy! and implying that you have no friends! its not what i meant, i just-"

"i know, luv, its fine. thank you for thinking about me. but you don't have to fill that pretty little head of yours with worries, yeah?"

that's it, she might as well let her heart jump out of her chest and run a marathon, because the way her heartbeat was increasing every second wasn't normal.

"can you at least try the cookies..?"

"yeah, darlin'." he smiles before reaching and grabbing one of the small cookies. heart shaped? god, even the cookies she makes are just as adorable. he bites in and his tastebuds are immediately flooded with the taste of strawberries, his eyes widening in response.

"a-are they bad?" y/n asks, anxiously

bad? that small bite tasted like heaven. he swears this girl is some kind of love witch.

"god, y/n. are you kidding? these are bloody amazing." after that, he started stuffing his face with more cookies, crumbs getting caught in his mustache.

"I'm so happy you like them..." her heart skips a beat, as she sips from her tea, so in trance that she manages to slip the cup through her fingers, splattering the tea all over herself and tangerines leather armchair.

"oh my god!" she yelps, embarrassed of herself, blood rushing to her face

" ya okay, luv?" tangerine worried, gets up from his place, grabbing a rag and quickly leaning in front of y/n "wasn't too hot, yeah? didn't burn yourself?"

"m fine, just embarrassed.." she puffs out her cheeks "even ruined your chiar."

"hey, darlin, don't worry, its leather, one wipe with water and its okay, yeah?

he reaches in and stars wiping her wet things with the rag, his rough fingers brushing agains her blushed skin. as he reached her inner thighs, he looks her dead in the eyes, only to find a flustered y/n looking at him with those doe eyes of hers that drive him mad.

without even thinking he presses his other hand onto her thighs, pulling himself up and hovering over her, his hands now gripping the arm rests of the chair.

how much he's dreamed of this, to see her all red and flushed under him, unable to say anything.

"y'okay, doll?" he smirks rather darkly, his face inching closer to hers.

she bites the inside of her cheeks, nodding as she couldn't believe what was happening. was she dreaming? was she imagining things? she caught herself off guard as she whispered bashfully "you can kiss me.."

"what?"

her eyes widened as she heard what she said, whole body now cemented in place by embarrassment.

"n-nothing, i-"

"do you really want me to, luv?"

she chokes on her breath, a timid yes slipping past her lips.

"i wanna hear ya say it, doll. what do you want me to do, huh?"

"want you to k-iss me." she couldn't believe herself.

this was it, the moment tangerine has been waiting for months. he has her now, and it'll take certainly more than a kiss to satiate his deep hunger for her.

"oh, luv. I'm so thankful you asked me to. i didn't know how much i could hold myself back."

he licks his lips, scanning her again, all stone still and flustered under him.

"when I saw you...the way you look right now. did it on purpose? huh? wanted to get a reaction out of me?"

she breathes heavily, before nodding her head, the hem of her wet dress twirling between her fingers.

"my sweet girl. you've no idea how little you need to do just to get me goin'."

"i d-do..?"

"you don't seem to understand, luv. you're deep inside my skin, my veins, my bones. you're everything my soul has yearned for all this time. since the moment i saw you."

he growls before finally leaning down and kissing her with an insatiable thirst. grabbing her by the hips he swiftly changes their position, placing y/n atop of his lap.

the feeling of his calloused palms all over her skin was indescribable, it was just like those many dreams she had of him. after a few more minutes tangerine pulls out of the kiss, a string of saliva connecting their lips.

he smirks, tracing y/n's skin with his fingers before speaking up.

"you wanna keep goin', love? want me to stop?"

"no! p-lease don't..."

"as you wish, doll. promise ill be gentle, yeah?"

he's interrupted by y/n's soft voice "please, don't.."

she gulps before finally continuing "don't be gentle...w-ant you to use me. p-lease?"

he scoffed, feeling himself getting harder and harder "that so? wanna be my little abuse doll?"

"y-yes.."

"y'know, y/n, never thought you'd be like this. i mean, you look so innocent and bubbly. but i guess..." he trails off before wrapping his large hand around her throat, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear "-thats just a mask, yeah? you're actually a dumb pup who wants to be used, no."

y/n whimpers, eagerly nodding her head and leaning into tangerines touch. "y-es" she manages to choke out, before she feels a strong tug on one of her pigtails, pulling her to the floor, kneeling at tangerines feet.

"then get to it, doll." he smirks before motioning y/n closer to his crotch. "c'mon, dont make me ask twice."

she places her palms at the hem of his pants, before pulling them down alongside his boxers. she jumped slightly as she saw what was expecting her. she couldn't believe her eyes, how is she going to fit all that in?

"what's wrong, luv?" he asks almost on a mocking tone.

"t-too big."

"you'll manage." he pats her head before tugging at her hair again. she whimpers at the gesture before leaning in closer. looking up as if asking for approval, she wraps her lips around the tip of his thick shaft.

"fuckin hell-" he bites his lower lip as he simultaneously pushes y/n's head further down, making her whine on it "yeah, just like that. c'mon darlin..." his head falls back, hips buckling up into a steady thrust, the only sounds filling the room being tangerines groans and y/n's soft moans.

the few minutes that flew by felt like more to y/n, her jaw wincing in pain from the size of tangeries shaft. even so, it fit perfectly in her mouth, he thought -- oh, how much he dreamed of this moment, having her like this, on her knees ready to take him. his mind went hazy as he felt his orgasm approaching. grabbing y/n by the back of her head, he pushed in further, thrusting one final time before finally releasing himself in her warm mouth.

after coming down from his high, he looked back down at y/n. "fuck." he muttered as he felt himself harden again at the sight: her rosy cheeks tainted by tears, lips swollen, semen and drool covering them and her chin.

"you're so pretty like this, luv. so pretty with your mouth full" he chuckles before swiftly picking her up and setting her on the armchair, tangerine towering above.

"did i do good..?" she flutters her eyelashes, averting the man's gaze. he smirks, leaning down to trail his lips along her neck up to her ear. "so good, doll." his rough palm settles on y/n's tigh, slowly inching it closer to the hem of the panties she was wearing.

"y'okay, luv? you wanna continue?" he stops himself for a little "sure you wanna do this?"

there was a short pause before she finally spoke, "Please." he furrows his brows before smiling cunningly. "Please what, darlin?"

"Please...need you in me-" she whimpers, rubbing her blushed thighs together. he scoffed before finally ripping off her white panties clean off, pulling her down so her head was almost on the seat cushion. "All right, doll."

his fingers danced around her thighs before finally reaching her bud, glistening from how wet she was. he glides his fingers down her lips, letting out a low growl. "fuck, doll, you're so so wet. for me, yeah? my pretty fuck toy..."

"j-just for you, tan..." she leans into his touch, prompting him to plunge his digits into her warmth. she moans, a shiver running down her spine. his hand stars to move slowly -- one finger, then two...the third brought her to a haze, she'd never felt so good, let alone from just someone's fingers.

"there...think ya ready, luv?" he asks, positioning himself in front of her entrance. a soft "yes" left her lips before he pushed in, groaning from the tightness. y/n wraps her legs around his waist and digs her fingers into the leather of the armchair.

"f-fuck, doll-" he moans, indulging further into her, his lips wrapping around her neck and palms roaming her breasts. after a few strokes, he grabs her ankles, pulling her down fully on her back, legs now on both sides of his head.

she sobs, his large shaft hitting so deep inside of her it made her see stars. "o-oh my god-" she whimpers as tangerine becomes more erratic and brutal, plunging into her aggressively.

one hand was wrapped around y/n's ankle and the other rapidly around her throat, making her gasp, pleasure clouding her already blurred mind.

after some more minutes of tangerine ruthlessly using y/n as he pleased, she was reduced to nothing but a drooling, incoherent mess, just as he always imagined.

"in m-me-" she mewls "i want y-ou to finish-- in me.."

tangerine was feeling himself getting closer to reaching his orgasm, both hands now gripping tightly on y/n's plushy thighs. "i want you to cum on my cock, doll." he grunts "c'mon- for me."

her legs twitched, whole body going limp as she finally finished, her walls tightening around his winching member, causing tangerine to release, painting her inner walls with white ribbons.

they both pant, none of them moving a muscle. after a couple of minutes tangerine pulls out, making y/n gasp at the emptiness. "filled you up so good, eh luv?"

a bright red blush creeps on her stained cheeks, as she tries to close her legs but to no avail. "think you dislocated my legs, actually." she lets out a gentle giggle as tangerine picks her up from the armchair.

"Let's get ya cleaned up, darlin, then we can finally eat those cookies."

⁽⁽ଘ( ˊᵕˋ )ଓ⁾⁾‎ 토끼's NOTE : sorry for any grammatical errors its also my first time posting here AAAAAA !!! this has 2585 words. hope u guys liked it cuz it made me feel some type of way lmao

[lohotine]

AN: I'm ashamed to say that I'd let him do these things to me. ANYWAY ♡

(Bro do yall want a Shadow Milk version of this- 😳)

Affogato Cookie x Reader

Onesot

Warnings: Suggestive scenes, collaring, praise, degrading, cock warming, mirror fucking, orgasm denial, choking, oral

-Pet-

How did you end up like this?

Sitting on the lap of the Royal Advisor..

"You're such a pretty little thing~" He'd coo while running his fingers through your hair.

"Aren't you just so lucky to belong to someone like me?"

His delicate fingers trailed down your jaw, then across your collar bone before taking hold of the tag at the end of your collar.

A hitched breath would escape your mouth as you squeezed around his length a bit tighter.

Oh how you wished he'd let you move already...

He tugged on the collar around your neck.

"Such a needy little pet. You need me that badly?" Affogato would ask with that wry smile.

You would nod your head frantically, just desperate for his cock.

"Come now, use your words."

"P- please-"

Affogato kept looking at you with those snide eyes.

"Please what?"

"Please fuck me. I want to move, I need you so badly-" you managed to choke out between heavy breaths.

"What a desperate little slut... But since you want it so badly," he leaned closer to you. His breath was hot on your neck before he whispered into your ear. "Work for it."

At his command, you'd start to move up and down, bouncing on his hard cock. His hands were planted firmly on your hips, guiding you subtly.

Affogato would let out a groan before speaking once again.

"On the ground, ass up." His normal taunting tone was no longer present, and he stared at you coldly.

"W- what-?" You'd asked in confusion as he prevented you from moving more.

"Don't act stupid. You wanted me to fuck you, remeber?"

You swallowed with a flushed face before complying with his order. It'd be humiliating if you weren't looking forward to it.

"I just love your obedience.." He'd jest before grabbing your hips again.

He lined himself up with your entrance behind you, slowly and teasingly pressing his tip in and out of you.

Your pussy would squelch, as you repeatedly clutch around nothing.

"Don't tease.." You'd mindlessly mumble.

Affogato would smirk in an amused manner before finnaly pushing all the way into you.

He didn't start slow either. Affogato went at a fast and brutal pace, leaving you breathess. He went in and out of you as his nails dug into your sides.

You'd whine and moan as he trusted into you with no remorse, and your arms and legs would shake.

Affogato grabbed a fistful of your hair and tugged it so that you looked out in front of you.

It was a mirror, and a perfect view of your fucked out face reflected in it.

"My my, you're such a needy little whore..." Affogato would say while enjoying your expression from the mirror.

How embarrassing it is to be seeing yourself like this... but it couldn't be helped.

Somehow, he managed to hit all of the good spots inside of your spongey walls. The orgasm inside of you was building up more and more.

"God, you're taking me so well." He'd moan out, beginning to get closer himself.

Your sounds would get louder, and you breathe heavier and with more need.

Suddenly, he stopping moving.

"Wh- why'd you stop?" You asked in a shaky voice.

"You wanna cum? You wanna feel good?" He'd ask tauntingly.

"Yes," you responded meekly.

He tugged on the collar around your neck. "Maybe... after you satisfy me." He pulled out of you and sat back down, waiting for you.

You shakily crawled in-between his legs, looking at his strained cock.

You began to lick at the tip, tasting yourself on it before he grabbed a tuft of your hair and pulled you fully onto him.

You'd choke and tears pricked the sides of you eyes, before you went back to sucking. You licked a long line from his tip to his base before taking in all of him.

Affogato would groan as you skillfully licked and sucked his cock. "That's it. Good girl.." He breathed out.

You'd swirl your tongue around his length, tears sliding down the sides of your face.

That, and from the previous fucking, had already made Affogato extremely close.

It didn't take long for him to release all of it into your mouth, and you slid off of him with a 'pop'.

"Swallow." He commanded as the salty liquid would pool in your mouth. You made sure to not let any of it escape, and swallowed it all.

He grinned, looking at you wryly before pushing you onto your back and lining up with your entrance once again.

"You did such a good job.."

He interted himself into you with a thrust.

Your legs were propped up onto his shoulders, and he was hitting so so deep.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your skull as he pounded into you, and the room would be filled with the most sinful, lewd sounds.

The coil inside of you snapped, and you'd release onto him. Slick dribbled down yours and his thighs as he gave you a satisfied grin.

He wouldn't stop though.

"I'm not finished with you yet, love~"

《☆》 Fin

[passivenovember]

posting this because I'm drunk and it will never go anywhere! Please feel free to expand on it, but i ask that you TAG ME SO I CAN READ!

HAPPY HOLIDAYS <3

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When the door opens, Steve's sock feet slip on the mattress, traction failing while he tries to hide, to get away, to cower.

And.

Eddie's never been grateful for Billy's silk sheets before. He's never really thought about them at all, to be honest, save the few times he's accidentally put them in the dryer on high tumble right before Steve comes over. Right before Billy, needs them, you fucking asshole.

His grateful for them now.

There's a wet spot blooming on their silvery face, little spiderwebs of slick under Steve's ass when he twists, ending up on his side. "Don't," Steve says, whimpering when something tugs on him. Somewhere. Outside, inside--

"Don't look," Steve says, chest heaving like he's finished a marathon. Like he's being chased by a psycho killer with a big, sharp knife.

Steve's tied to the headboard with soft, silky ribbon. Trapped by his wrists, like a fish on a hook. His legs flop back down to the mattress, and his cock slaps against his stomach, fat and long and angry red.

He's got a stopper in, and.

Eddie can't. Not look.

He's frozen in place. His palm sweats against the door handle. His knees knock. "I--"

"Shut the fucking door!"

Eddie does. He leans against it, eyes stuck on the thick base of Steve's cock. He's got a ring there, too, tighter than the one keeping him hard. It looks like it hurts, it's got. Bats on it.

"Get out of here, Munson--"

"--Where's Billy?" He asks, soft. Worried. The door is on fire behind him. Burning up.

"He's coming back," Steve says. Bitchy. High and whiny, like Billy's gonna walk in on this and flip out.

He probably will.

Eddie frowns, "Why'd he leave you tied up like this?"

"I asked him to," Steve squirms, panting loudly. He's trying not to moan. His eyebrows knit together, then, tongue laving to swipe at his bottom lip. Something's buzzing. A phone, maybe. Then the tendons on Steve's neck strain and he arches his back a little, head pressing hard into the pillow underneath him. "Shit," He says, gasping, "Goddamn--"

Eddie can't breathe. "Why'd you want--"

"--Why the fuck do you care?" Steve spits, straining against the silk on his wrists. "What we do shouldn't matter at all."

"It does."

"It shouldn't." The buzzing intensifies, and Steve makes this fucking noise, like. This tiny little scraped-from-the-bottom-of-his-lungs, kinda thing. His thighs tense, cock bobbing up and down three times, balls drawn close to the cropped hair of his taint.

He's coming.

Eddie realizes that Steve's coming dry, the tiny little ring and ball keeping him stopped up.

[shona22]

Sterek fic rec: October edition (2024) 🐺 ⚓

Each month, I'll be sharing some of my favorite fics (and I'll make sure to backup and download them for safekeeping). Please note that I have a soft spot for darker themes, so warnings and tags will be plentiful - reader discretion advised!

Want specific recs? Feel free to send me an ask with your preferred tropes or genres, and I'll do my best to find some from my bookmarks. 

Pay by the hour, but don't leave so soon by JettieBettie 

"This is the last time," he tells her, heading toward the door.

"That’s what you always say. But I end up wearing his face for you again and again.”

Note: an incredibly hot pwp. I won't spoil much, but it does have an amazing Stiles voice regardless of being so short. 

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Step towards me, step away by Areiton 

The truth is, he’s been more than a little bit in love with Derek Hale for a long time.

Note: A compelling exploration of an unconventional relationship. Complex characters, angst, and favourite tropes (Derek angsting over age gap, Kate comparisons) lead to a satisfying ending. Worth the read!

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I found you hidden in plain sight (why'd I take so long?) by Gorgeousgreymatter 

Stiles is pretty sure he’s hallucinating. He’s got to be. There’s no other plausible explanation, he thinks, as he sits on the sidelines of the lacrosse field and feels the cold, hard bench underneath him, the roar of the crowd at his back like the worst white noise machine in the world.

There’s no other reason why he sees it, the hulking, black figure of a wolf peering at him from the treeline behind the bleachers. Its eyes flare in the glaring glow of the stadium lights, but they’re the wrong color, he thinks: blood-moon red instead of cobalt blue, but the familiarity of it all makes his stomach roll and clench.

Note: Gods. Another one my favourite trope, where Derek gets his alpha spark back because of Stiles. The line, the one which had me gnawing my pillow at 3AM:

“Jesus, Stiles. You never stopped being mine, did you?”

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Somebody that I used to know by Percybyssheshelly

Stiles and Derek have been together for months.

The trouble is, they weren't yesterday.

Note: short, but packs a punch. If you're having a bad day and want some relatively short angst with happy ending fics, this one's for you. 

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We live (not as we wish to) as we can by Endrversed

“I’m not a closet case,” Derek repeats, teeth gritted.

“Oh, yeah?” Stiles taunts, daring Derek with his eyes. “You coulda fooled me.”

“I’m not – gay.”

Derek spits that word out. Stiles snorts, no humour in it.

“Sure. You’re totally straight, dude. You just get all up in my personal space every time we’re alone. Stare at my lips any time you think no one’s looking. Well, I’m looking, Derek, and I know what you want. I know what you really want is to bend me over and fuck me.”

Derek is a closeted frat boy, and Stiles gets under his skin. Enemies to fuckbuds to <3

Note: Heed the tags. After DBC, I've been craving closeted frat boy Derek with the perfect Stiles voice. This one delivers. Endversed's mastery seals the deal.

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UST (an unfortunate series of tropes) 

Stiles and Derek sitting in a tree, M-A-R-R-I-E-D.

Wait, what?

Or: Stiles thought he and Derek were finally getting to be bros, and then Deaton had to go and ruin everything with his stupid spell.

Note: Amazing Stiles voice + mature Derek. Re-read worthy! Accidental soul bonding and more - my ultimate tropes. 10/10, left craving more.

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Stronger in numbers by bloodwrites

Stiles doesn't want to be the Alpha's mate, he doesn't want to be locked up for his own protection, and he's damn sure he doesn't want to be dealing with blood and werewolf parts on a weekly basis, but somehow that's what his life has become.

That's not going to change, unless he can convince Derek to trust Scott and the hunters, because it's the only way they're going to chase the Alpha Pack out of town.

Of course, that only solves two out of three.

Note: please heed ALL the tags. Also, remember, Derek’s somewhat of a certified jerk in this. And yet, somehow, that's the fic’s appeal. It honestly has the feels of a classic 2010-2014 fics, and that makes me eat it up even more. Also, it's HOT. 

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Werewolf love songs, vol 1 by aggybird. 

Peter decides to use the power of Barry Manilow's music to make Stiles and Derek fall in love.

Meanwhile, there are monsters and stuff, and Stiles and Derek are stupid.

Note: amazing fic very close to my heart. I love meddling uncle Peter, and the gradual progression of their relationship. It's also such a classic early sterek fic, and like the other ones, I'm always starving for it. It's funny and incredible with Stiles’ voice. 

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Rapture, sweet rapture (won't you put your hands on me) by queerly_it_is

Somewhere in the stringy mesh of his overactive brain cells, Stiles is sure there must be memories of what it was like to not have a totally possessive creeper with a leather fixation for an adopted brother.

Note: please heed the warnings. It's pseudo-incest! 

[hwanghyunjinenthusiast]

[19:17]

Tags: Jeon Wonwoo x Fem! Reader, Reader wears glasses, glasses kink (???? Both Reader and Wonwoo are really into the other wearing glasses), voice kink, oral sex (m. receiving), unprotected piv sex, heavy praise (f. receiving), petnames and creampie.

I will block you if you are a minor and/or have no easily visible indication of your age on your blog if you interact with me in any way.

A throaty whimper is swallowed by Wonwoo's mouth as his hands drag along your sides. Making themselves at home on your thighs, his long fingers digging into your skin as your hips jolt up into him in search of any of friction. His erection dragging along your slick folds through his boxers.

You whine out when he pulls away from you. "Patience, baby," he laughs, the scratchiness in his voice prompting your walls to clamp down achingly around nothing. He reaches up to remove his glasses, but one of your hands shoots up to stop him, "Wait."

"Hm?" He looks down at you, waiting for an answer. God, his eyes look so pretty behind his black frames.

"Can you- can you keep them on?" You whisper.

The way he blinks at you is so cute, and you want nothing more than to slot your mouth over his again, but you resist. "You want me to keep my glasses on? Why?"

"They look- you look so good when you where them. You look so hot," you breathe in explanation. You watch your words wash over him and he contemplates them for a few long moments.

"You don't have to if-"

"Will you keep yours on too?" He asks, the further drop in his voice and the molten look in his eyes catching you off guard this time around.

"You want me to what?" Your brains supplies intelligently.

"Keep yours on too. You look so beautiful with them," he responds, nuzzling your neck and peppering it with kisses that send electricity down your spine to pool between your thighs, "So fucking hot."

"Okay," you whine readily, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders and tugging him closer to you. He doesn't keep you waiting for long. Kissing his way back to your awaiting lips. Moaning into each other as his tongue snakes its way into your mouth.

"You don't have to-" his words are cut off with a choked groan when you tighten your grip on his flushed cock. Scorching and heaving in your hand. "Hush. You know I want to," you tease, looking up at him through your lashes, "Besides, it's your birthday." That's all the heads up Wonwoo receives before you take his glistening tip into your mouth.

His abdomen shudders under your other hand. Years of hard-earned muscle jumping under your touch as you sink down gradually on him. He's a little salty and so familiar on your tongue. Wonwoo looks otherworldly like this. Inky locks sticking to his sweaty forehead and his eyes barely open behind his lenses. His bruised lips parting to let out guttural groans as his fingers fist your hair. The tip of him brushes the back of your throat and the gravelly 'fuck' that hits your ears goes straight to your clit.

His hips shallowly fuck your mouth. The sounds of you gagging on his cock echoing throughout your bedroom along with his quiet sounds of pleasure. A few stray tears roll down your flushed face, and your spit and his pre-cum dribble down your chin. It's filthy. It's so intoxicating watching him lose himself while he uses your mouth. You can't help but, hurriedly shove your hand that's not wrapped around his cock between your thighs. Rubbing jerky circles on your clit and moaning around him.

"Fuck. Fuck, fu-fuck wait. I'll-I'm going to cum," he heaves out, stilling your movements with his hands. Gently easing you off of his wet, red, throbbing cock.

It takes everything in him not to cum on your pretty face when you pout up at him, your hand still between your plush thighs, "Why'd you stop? I wanted you to cum in my mouth."

His cock jumps a mere few centimetres away from your face.

"Don't say that," he grits out, his eyes shutting briefly behind his frames. "I'd rather cum inside of you," he says, the intent in his eyes causing the butterflies in your stomach to rage, "It's my birthday, isn't it? I thought I got to choose today."

He says that like he doesn't do that every day. Like you don't let him do as he pleases with you whenever he wants.

"Fine," you comply with the pout more for dramatics than anything else, "How would you like me, birthday boy?"

Your insides squirm when one of his large hands wraps around his length. Saliva pooling in your mouth yet again and more of your wetness dribbling onto your thighs,

"Come sit on it."

The command in his voice and how lowly he says it has you scrambling to your knees at breakneck speed. You choose to ignore his chuckle at your eagerness. Steading your hold on one of broad shoulders, your other hand wraps around him, nudging his fat tip along your entrance. His hands grip your hips harshly as you slowly ease onto him. The drag of his cock along your slick walls is toecurling. Your nails biting into his skin while he splits you open.

"Always so wet and tight for me," he mutters into your ear. The depth of his voice prompting your walls to clench around him and whimper in his strong hold. "Won-Wonwoo," you whine out when his tip kisses your cervix, "So deep."

"Fuck," he groans, pampering your throat with kisses when you start to move. Your thighs shake violently with every nudge of his cock along your sensitive walls but, you persist. His warm, massive hands cupping your ass. Grabbing as much of you as he can while his mouth lavishes your breasts with kisses and nips.

"My pretty girl with such pretty tits," he grits into your skin, drinking in the way they jiggle in time with your bounces on him. Your plump lips parted and your eyes screwed shut behind your foggy lenses.

You've never looked hotter than in this moment.

All your hazy mind can come up with is Wonwoo, Wonwoo, Wonwoo. Your orgasm draws nearer but, you can already feel the burn stinging your thighs. You whine out in frustration, clutching at him even tighter as your walls spasm around him. Wetness leaking down his cock onto his heavy balls.

"Need help?" He pants, looking up at you with such genuine concern and unyielding patience that you think you might just fall in love with him all over again right now. You nod pathetically, "'M sorry. I know it's your birthday-"

"Shh, none of that," he interrupts, pressing a featherlight kiss to your cheek, "You've made today more than special. Thank you."

Before you can blink, you find yourself rolled onto your back with your devilishly handsome boyfriend hovering over you. He somehow looks even more attractive from this angle. His sweaty bangs hang in the space between you as he smiles down at you, "I can't think of a better way to celebrate my birthday than taking care of my favourite girl."

Your heart hammers in your chest and you soften at his words. "Won-" it's your turn for your words to be swallowed by a strangled moan when he drags himself out of you until his tip is the only part of his cock still inside of you before snapping his hips into you.

"My pretty baby," moans into your ear, his hands burning into your skin where they press your thighs into your chest, "looking so beautiful being fucked on my cock." All you can do is claw at his muscular back as he fucks you dumb on his length, "you'll take it all like a good girl, yeah?" He pants against your skin.

"Wonwoo," you cry out when one of his hands slots itself between your overheated bodies, rubbing fast circles into your swollen clit.

"Yes, plea-please. I'll take it all, please. I'm your good g-girl," you hiccup when he angles one of your legs higher to somehow sink deeper into you while he draws watery sounds of pleasure from you with his fingers.

"Then be good and cum for me. Want to watch you cum on my dick. Want to feel it," he slurs into your ear. His voice and words and fingers and cock and just everything that is him shoving you over the edge.

"Wonwoo," you whimper out, arching into him and keeping him as close to you as humanly possible. Your ankles locking behind his back and your fingernails raking his skin. Eager walls milking him while he fucks you through your orgasm.

"Shit," he gasps, his pace faltering, "Fuck. Fuck you feel amazing, baby. Fuck, I'm gonna cum."

"Please. I want it, please please please."

His hips are flush against you when his release rolls over him. He slams his lips against yours, moaning into you while his hips jerk into you. His cock pulsing inside of you and his warm cum painting your walls. You can't help the way your pussy grips him tighter, he's always just so gorgeous when he allows himself to lose his composure.

"Thank you," he says sleepily, toying with your hair and nuzzling into you.

"What're you thanking me for?"

"A pretty great birthday gift."

A laugh bubbles out of you, "We have sex all of the time, Wonwoo."

"True but, you haven't let me fuck you while you wear your glasses. 'Is was really fucking hot. We should do this more often," he says, smiling into your shoulder.

"The fogginess is a little annoying but, sure," you muse, tracing patterns on his back, "you look really hot too for the record."

AN: Happy Wonwoo Day!!! I don't know if I'll make it a habit to post on everyone I write for's birthday, but this was already pretty high up there in my drafts, so I thought why not.

Reblogs are greatly appreciated.

Do not repost, edit, copy and/or translate my work. I do not give you my permission to do so, nor will you ever receive it.

[kichikichiko]

Just a quickie ♡

YALL ITS MY FIRST TIME WRITING SMUT IM DUJSJCKSJD.

Theres not enough sub wanderer fics around here istg⁉️

Anyways be kind to me and my first smut work because I am a fluff writer by heart👹👹

Tagging my lovely @hitomisuzuya because shes my fellow wanderer lover 🫶🏻

Written by a minor! Just block if ur uncomfortable😁

Sort of public sex, sub!wanderer x gen neutral! Reader, hand job, idk whatelse to write, not proofread

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"You idiot! What if we get caught here! Ah! Mmhm~"

Wanderer covered his mouth, when a not so innocent sound came out of his mouth.

"Thats fine by me" you answered honestly, too focused on painting his pretty neck with kisses and hickeys. "Let's just make sure its an enjoyable show for those who caught us"

The chances of getting caught was high, considering there isnt a lot of private alleyways in sumeru city, but you made the most of it.

Wanderer covered his mouth anytime a whimper or moan of his was deemed "too loud" by his standard.

But that only riled you to take his arms up and pin it above his head.

"Youre doing this on purpose. I fucking know it, you horny bitch" he whimpered, trying to get his arms free before the inevitable comes to play. He acts all high and mighty and doesnt help with his big ego. But it all comes crumbling down the moment you trap him between your arms.

"Aw but you like it though wanderer" you teased, a smirk plastered on your face. "Especially when I do this" you started grinding your knee up to his growing erection, making the man whimper louder.

More soft moans and whimpers escaped his mouth before you stopped. Causing Wanderer to look at you and frown.

"Why'd you stop? You could have at least get it over with and we can finally go home. Hurry up and do it again before I-" his sentence once again got interupted with you suddenly placed your hand on his chest, and slowly drag down to his erection, and under his pants.

"What are you doing?!" He demanded an answer, his race growing red by the minute.

"What does it look like im doing?" You gently circled your finger around the tip of his cock before wrapping your arm around it and started pumping it.

"Oh archons- no- mmhm~ a-ahh~!" He started moaning louder . "(Name) please dont stop! Please dont dont dont!" Babbling nonsense got you riled up more and started pumping his cock faster.

"Wait- no - stop! I think im gonna cum" he started squirming, hands still above his head trying to get them free

"Didnt you say I shouldnt stop? Why are you complaining now? Come on, cum for me my dear" that only made you pump his cock faster than before, catching wanderer off guard and made him release a loud moan and cum all over your hand.

Wanderer plopped his head on your shoulder and twitches anytime you toy with the tip of his cock.

"Lets continue this at home shall we? Im not done with you yet wanderer"

It was gonna be a long night indeed

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[readingadream]

A Twisted High

Pairing: Bang Chan X OC Alexa/Alex

Summary: Alexa's favorite thing is Ice skating and hanging out with friend's. Chris's favorite thing is Hockey and working for the family business. What happens when these two get paired up for a school project and become each others new favorite thing.

Genre: Mafia Au, Hockey Au,

Warning and Tags: Drug use, violence, eventually smut, fluff, angst

Word Count: 1,589

Chapter Three

Alexa's POV

"You know, being your partner wasn't all that bad. Who would've thought you were actually smart and a hard worker?" I jest, teasingly nudging Chris while we get some of the flowers for part of our project. I slowed down a bit checking the time on my phone. Looking up, I take a look at Chris's shoulders. I didn't realize how long I was just staring at Chris's shoulder muscles until I ran right into them.

"Hey, why'd you stop? I'd like to go home soon, Chris," I say in a teasing tone, but then I see his back tense up and I start to get a little scared. I take a quick look around the park but see nothing. I start to think to myself that he's trying to play a sick joke on me.

Third Person POV

"Please be quiet for a minute, I heard something." Chris whispers to Alexa which makes the girl instantly shut up and wrap herself around Chris's arm, and then she finally starts to hear something. The sound is now getting closer to the two. Chris stays on high alert. The boy then starts to walk slowly to the parking lot, looking around and trying to hear where the noise is coming from.

"Chris what's going on?" Alexa whispers quietly looking around the park for a sign of something or someone. Feeling a little scared but also safe at the same time with Chris being near.

"Just stay close to me, okay? Don't leave my side unless I tell you to. I know we aren't that close, but I just need you to trust me right now, okay?" Chris questions with so much worry and sincerity in his voice. The two make eye contact and Alexa can see the truthfulness and urgency in his eyes. She instantly trusts him and nods her head letting him know that she trusts him.

"Of course, but Chris, should I be scared?" Chris starts looking around until they both hear rustling in the bushes, breaking their eye contact. Chris pushes Alex behind him, grabs her hand and starts walking faster.

"Oh yes, you should be, pretty thing," a guy comes up behind the two, whispering in her ear, making Alex scream and squeeze Chris's arm. This caused him to turn around and glare at the man with daggers in his eyes.

"Don't talk to her like that, Hyunbin," Chris says with so much force in his voice and grabs hold of Alexa tighter, trying to create some space from the dangerous man. The need to get the girl next to him away from here was incredibly strong.

"Oh, so she is your little girlfriend? Who would've thought," Hyunbin ponders teasingly while looking Alexa up and down, checking her out, making both Chris and Alexa uncomfortable. The girl stood up straight due to the increasing sense of dread.

"She is not my girlfriend. Now, you can leave us alone, or at least let me get her to her car and on her way home, then I can take you on. But she has nothing to do with me." Alexa gives Chris a confused look, then looks over at who she heard was named Hyunbin. She tries to put together who he could be. If he was a student, she’d know because she's in the yearbook, so she would know the name and the face right off the bat… right? It wasn’t until she made eye contact with Hyunbin did she realize that both him and Chris were staring at her.

"Hey sweet stuff, you should ditch him and come with me. I'm definitely a better fuck and can do things he's too scared to do. I bet you'd like that, you seem like the nasty kind of girl," the guy goads with so much confidence in his tone, making Alexa shiver.

"Umm, how about no. You're not really my type, sorry," Alexa says, getting over her fear and standing up straight behind Chris, peeking over his head. Due to her height, she can see over Chris, making easy eye contact with the stranger.

"Oh, sassy - I like that. No wonder why Chrissy boy here likes you. You pretty ladies like shorter guys. I get this dynamic now, really did almost get me there earlier," Hyunbin smirks, walking closer to the two, but the sound of crunching leaves make the two look to the cause of the sound. They set their eyes on four new guys now in the park.

"Stop Hyunbin, it's not like that. We are just doing a school project together, that's it, nothing else. Now, get your goons and just fuck off. " The taller boy laughs, disregarding Chris's words, grabbing him by the collar and shoving him out his way. Going to Alex, he grabs her arm, throwing her to one of his friends.

"Oh, I don't believe you, there is no way you are with this," gesturing towards Alex, "and not hitting it. But don't worry, this is just a little payback. My apologies to the pretty lady, I don't want a pretty girl like you to get hurt or anything, so you can stand next to Jinsen and once we rough Chris up a little, you can kiss his wounds and then dream of me tonight."

Chris gets up and makes his way over to Alexa before Hyunbin can get a hold of him again. He rips Alexa out of his grasp and whispers in her ear, "Alex, go to your car and drive. I'll call you when I'm done here. Run and don't look back, don't worry about me." Confused, Alexa nods her head slowly while giving Chris a soft smile and then runs as fast as she can to the car. Alex looks back to check on Chris but she didn't see him. He was gone and so was Hyunbin, and as she made it to her car she was met with a hard chest and she instantly knew it wasn't Chris.

"Not so fast, you are supposed to stay with me," Jinsen then grabs her shoulders making Alexa drop her keys and bag.

Alexa starts to thrash her body around and was going to yell for Chris but her mouth was promptly covered. Alexa's thrashing gets more aggressive as she realizes calling for Chris won't be able to help her. Thrashing too hard, Alexa uses all her weight and power and leans over to one side, accidently hitting her head on the car door and falling straight to the concrete, knocking herself out. Jinsen instantly looks at Alexa, trying to wake her up but got nothing. Scared for what could happen next he starts looking around to see if anyone saw or if Hyunbin is around, but seeing no one, Jinsen runs as fast as he can to his car and leaves, more scared about what Chris will do than Hyunbin being mad about leaving.

Chris POV

After I knocked out the last goon, I looked over at the parking lot to see if Alexa left, seeing her on the ground. I run to her side, checking to see if she's still breathing and she is. I check to see if she has any bruises and if there is any indication of what happened. I see that there is no blood or bruises, but I did notice a bump on her head. I don't know what to do, I can't take her to her place. The only option is to take her to my place, but no one can know. I need help though. I decided to call Jisung.

"Yo Chan, what's up?" Han asks with so much energy in his tone. I put him on speaker as I dragged around Hyunbin's goons who jumped us and laid them against a tree.

"Look Han, I need your help." I pull out a pen from my pocket and start doodling on their faces. Giggling to myself, I take a quick picture.

"With what? What did you do?"

"Alex and I were working on our project and we got jumped. I need to sneak her into my room," I let out a sigh, waiting for his response.

"Dude, that's easy. No problem boss."

"Thanks man I knew I could count on you. I'm going to move her car and lock it up, then I'll text you."

"Sounds good." I hung up and got Alex up and laid her down in my truck, then I looked for her keys but I realized she doesn't have her bag on her. I shut her door and looked around the spot I found her and saw nothing. I go to lock my car and start to retrace mine and Alexa's steps. Finally finding her bag in the middle of the field I check to make sure it has everything before I start to make my way to her car to lock it.

Finally I make my way back to my car and hop in, starting it up to make my way home, checking on Alex every few minutes. As I drive down the road I text Han to let him know that we are almost home. I take one last look at Alex, moving some hair out of her face and checking her breathing pace. Pulling up I make sure to grab her bag and step out of the car, immediately looking for Han. Then I see a shadow coming up and I tense, not knowing if it is Han or someone else.

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[rizzraa]

ᯓ★Jams and Jellies

Chapter 2: Longing for You (part 2)

A/N: I hope this is another banger, please enjoy! We're starting to get more romantically INCLINED >W<

Tags: mainly fluff, friends to lovers, post outbreak, yearning and burning, slight age gap (reader is in late 30s, Joel is in early 50s), reader insert, cute nicknames, shy n awkward Joel, Joel x f!reader, angst, touchy touchy Feely (nothing too graphic), small description of reader's body (very vague),

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

Chapter 2: Longing for You (part 2)

You and Ellie leave your house and make the small journey to the diner. A lot of people gawk at you both, unfamiliar with the laughter and disapproving of the language used. But you don't care-- you love hearing the sound of laughter, especially from children. It's reminiscent of your life with your brother and mother. Ellie takes your hand and drags you past the diner. As you're about to remark about it, Ellie says "Let's go to the stables, maybe Joel's finished his shift." Your heart practically lunges out of your throat. Joel??? You look at your disheveled state; messy hair tied into a ponytail, worn out baggy shirt and jeans, AND a huge flannel on top. You don't want him to see you like this. At least let me wear a better shirt, you thought to yourself. Reluctantly, you allow Ellie to guide you to the stables. You peek around, hoping not to bump into Joel. "Joel??? Y'around??" Ellie calls. Ellie runs outside while you hang back, looking at the horses. One catches your attention, a beautiful, coffee brown steed with a contrasting white diamond-shaped mark on his head. Its beautiful equally brown mane hangs around the neck. You look at its eyes, and they feel familiar-- like you've seen them before. Piercing brown eyes, with a contrasting softness and fierceness flickering though its eyes.

"He's real handsome, ain't he?"

You jump, and turn around. You already knew who it was, you know that booming voice anywhere. There was Joel, looking as handsome as ever. His casual arms crossed against his protruding chest, practically bursting out of that tight cotton shirt. You make eye contact with him and then suddenly-- sparks fly. It's love at first sight. You're on top of the moon when you stare into Joel's golden brown eyes. You've never felt so safe, so seen. He made you want more in life. His intoxicating gaze left you wanting more. He made you feel pretty, sexy, flustered, flirty, and possessive-- just by looking at him. Never in your life did you feel such strong, passionate emotions for a man, or woman. You don't know what to do with yourself, so you just stand there staring at him, this gorgeous man. He shifts from leg to leg-- he can't handle your penetrating gaze-- eventually deciding to stroll up to you. You gasp a little bit and come back down to Earth- move a little for Joel so he can approach his horse.

"He.. he sure is handsome." You say, peering a glance at Joel. Wow. He's even more gorgeous up close. You see his graying streaks defining each brown curl, leading a path all around his face and chin. You study his strong profile, the curve of his nose and the way his Adam's apple bobs whenever he speaks. You look away and start caressing the horse. "What's his name?" You ask

"Old Beardy", he chuckles. "Pfft-- why'd you decide to go with that?"

"I- M'not too sure, darlin'." Joel scratches his neck. You stiffen and stare at the horse, completely red after Joel called you... darlin'. You replay it in your head, completely infatuated with his Southern charm, the way each letter has a twang in it. Darlin'. You only want him to call you darlin', his darlin'. Your breath is shaky, and you're about to fall apart. Then you hear pounding footsteps, "There you are, Joel! Didn't you fucking hear me screaming your name?" Ellie said. She runs to Joel and gives him a quick hug and a cute smile. Watching this warms your heart, your lips form an earnest smile because you're grateful that people can still find each other. It reminds you of how family feels, how love feels. Your heart pangs with sudden sadness and nostalgia and you walk down memory lane. You think about your brother, your caretaker, your dear parents-- how they were snatched from you. You look at Joel, and you wonder if someone he loved was snatched from him as well.

"We were planning on having dinner at the diner, care to join us?" Ellie said.

"Wouldn't be real gentleman-like if I declined, now would it?"

"It certainly would not" You giggled. Joel steals glances at your vibrant smile, not catching the implied sadness-- he's just mesmerized by your beauty. Ellie picks up on this and stores it for later, deciding she'll tease Joel about it at home. She grabs your hand and leads you out, "Let's go then, I'm starvinggg."

"Don't say that! Your dad'll think I wasn't feeding you!" Joel chuckles, and you scream internally when you hear the smooth bass rumbling through his throat.

"Oh-- Joel, you've gotta try her lemonade. It's the greatest shit ever." You blush slightly, getting ready to rebut her statement, but then Joel turns to you and says,"I'd love to." Your heart starts to race a million miles a minute. You're awestruck by Joel. He looks so excited and happy that he can share something with you and Ellie. He reminds you of a dog wagging its tail, his puppy-dog eyes go wide when he hears you laugh and say, "Sure, I'd love for you to try it."

You 3 make your way to the diner, familiar eyes linger a little too long when you rush down the roads. Joel is practically jogging to keep up with Ellie's fast pace, and your breath starts to fall heavily. You get there and catch a table, Joel and Ellie sit beside each other, and you're across them, immediately ready to order. You order a classic cheeseburger, Ellie orders a turkey sandwich with fries, and Joel orders a grilled chicken sandwich and a cup of joe.

"So, how was patrolling today, Joel?" Ellie says, after handing her menu to the waitress. "S'alright, we didn't find anyone. Sure was pretty outside, though." Joel answered

"Would've loved to see it." Ellie said sarcastically, reopening an old argument that never got resolved. Joel becomes slightly annoyed, and says "Y'know why you can't be outside, Ellie. It's too risky."

"It ain't risky. You just said there was nothing out there! Hell, you even said it was pretty outside!" Ellie replied angrily.

"That doesn't mean I want you outside, Ellie. Drop it now." Joel warned. Ellie just scoffs and gets up to sit next to you. You lightly chuckle and pat her knee. "Aw, c'mon, Ellie. Cut Joel some slack, he just wants to protect you." You insist. Joel looks at you with a smile and mouths a thank you. You memorize the way his lips move when he forms each letter. God, you want to kiss him so bad. Honestly? You don't care that each moment is cementing you further and further into an obsessive crush. You're actually welcoming it. You know that you're studying his lips, his eyes, so you can draw them again. So you can imagine them when you sleep tonight.

You just shoot another smile at Joel, hoping he'd pick up the affections you have for him.

"Anyways.. Joel, you should see the sketches Ellie worked on today, they were magnificent." You beamed. "She has such an intricate sense of detailing. She really bears her heart in each line, it's very inspiring." You go on and on about Ellie's innate skill with a pencil, heat creeping up her face as Joel looks at her with a huge smile and pride in his eyes. "That's m'girl." He grinned, and she completely forgot why she was mad at him.

"Alright-- food is here." The waitress sets the food at your table and whisks away to other customers. You 3 sit in comfortable silence while eating your food. Ellie snarfs down her fries and starts on her sandwich, and you look slightly concerned. "Wow, I didn't know you were that hungry Ellie. You should've told me, I would've made you something to eat!" You look at Ellie with concern, you don't want her to choke on the food. Ellie looks at you with big eyes and a stuffed mouth, "..sorry" she says with bits of food flying out of her mouth. "You don't need to apologize, just slow it down. I don't want you to choke." You pat her back reassuringly and smile. You turn to your food and lock eyes with Joel, who was watching you the entire time. He was going to make a remark about Ellie's hurriedly way of eating, but was pleasantly shocked that you mentioned something about it first. He thought you were going to be snarky about it, or make some remark about being lady-like, but you were just looking out for the hungry child. He really liked that, he really liked you. He smiled at you and looked down at his own food, leaving you with a childish grin on your own face.

After you all finish your food, you relax a bit and pat your stomach. "Man, I'm stuffed" You beamed with satisfaction and turn to Ellie, reflecting the same smile you have. "Like a big ol' pig" she joked. Joel is the first one to get up, "Alright ladies, let's hit the road."

"Man, I didn't think you'd be the one itchin' to leave." Ellie says teasingly. Your cheeks flush red for probably the thousandth time today and Joel's eyebrows shoot up to his forehead. "Let's get a move on kiddo, y'already bothered your teacher the whole damn day." Joel gently grabs Ellie's arm and pulls her forward. "Ugh-- fine." She yanks his hand off and exits the diner. Joel offers his hand out to you, looking in your eyes as he says "Let's get you home, darlin'." You don't think your heart can handle anymore of it. This reminds you of a "once upon a time" fairytale book of the past, where the gallant, charming prince and the quiet, beautiful princess fall in love. Once upon a time...

You take his hand, feeling every scar and callus on his big, rough hands. Your hand fits perfectly into his, like pieces of a puzzle coming together, like 2 notes forming a harmony. It just makes sense, your hand instinctively knows where to go. He leads you out of the diner, hand in hand, mouth agape, and silent words sitting tight in the air.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

Thanks for reading! Please lmk what you thought LOVE YOUU👹🩷

[bella-rose29]

Not Your Lover - Chapter 3

A day late I know I'm sorry my lovelies <3 hopefully this makes up for it ;)

also i couldn't figure out why the name davor fit so well and then i remembered my obsession with before we die (purely because a certain privateer is in it, although actually i got hooked on the show pretty quickly)

Word count: 4k

Warnings: swearing, I don't think there's anything else?

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Nikolai was being pushed to his limits.

He'd been working in the shop all day, having clocked off at five bells after a tiring shift, and had come over to the mansion to help out Y/n. He'd hoped they could come up with some sort of peace treaty between them, but when she immediately glared at him the moment she saw him step through the gate, he gave up hope. He was too tired to try today, and just asked what she wanted him to do.

"I need that lot clearing so I can get in the door. Then I can make a start on the inside." She'd pointed him in the direction of a large pile of rubbish, and had left him to it for the last thirty minutes. He'd sorted through the pile, separating the rubbish from the items he thought could be salvaged and reused or sold (which mostly seemed to have come from littering), and was halfway through when she came over.

"You alright?" He didn't want to care, but he was too kind to actually loathe her. She might be a colossal ass to him, and he to her, but he was still Nikolai, and nothing like the people that had raised him.

"What the fuck happened last night?"

"We had dinner with your mother?"

"No, with you kissing me."

"I didn't kiss you though."

"That's not the point. You got close enough to. You made my mother think that we kissed and now she won't shut up about it. You could have made something up."

"Okay, first off, I don't control your mother's actions, so if she's talking about it all the time that's not my fault. Second, I'm scared of her and I thought she might kill me if we didn't do something."

Y/n snorted. "You're scared of my mum?"

"I know where you get your signature glare from, is all I'm saying."

"I do not have a signature glare," she said, glaring at him. He raised an eyebrow. "But still, you could have made up an excuse as to why we couldn't kiss!"

"You could have done the same!"

"Again, not the point! This whole relationship thing was your stupid idea!" Nikolai sighed, trying not to keel over from the physical and mental exhaustion of his day.

"Look. I don't know how to time travel, so there's nothing we can do about it. It happened, let's move on. Besides, I didn't actually kiss you, because I'm also scared of you." Her face lit up at his final statement, and Nikolai realised it was the first time he'd made her smile.

"Good! Don't do it again." Her smiled dropped, and Nikolai gulped. He hoped she didn't know which room was his in the hotel, or he'd likely wake up to her standing over his bed with a knife in the middle of the night.

"Why'd you even want to do this anyway?" he asked, the question only just occurring to him.

"What?"

"I mean, why do you want to do this place up? It's practically irreparable."

She studied him for a moment, unreadable expression on her face. Y/n turned back to what she was doing, and Nikolai huffed, going back to the pile of rubbish.

"It's revenge."

Nikolai startled at her voice, and then at her words. Blinking at her, he frowned. "Revenge? You're putting hours and hours of your life into this place for... for revenge?"

"You're telling me you've never done something like that? Been hurt by someone in the past, who has ruined you, so you play the long game to get back at them and shove your happiness in their face?"

Nikolai wanted to disagree, but his entire time at court he had been undermining his family in order to secure his own position, and had spent years crafting the perfect persona so that in the end he was the one on the throne, not them. Slowly he nodded. "I have, actually."

"So you see my point?"

"Not really. This is very different to what I did."

"Well what did you do?"

"Doesn't matter. It wasn't anything like this." He gestured to the building behind them. "Who are you getting revenge on?"

"None of your business." She turned away again, and Nikolai sensed that he'd come to a road block.

"It's not me, is it?" he joked, hoping to continue the conversation, although what for he wasn't sure.

Her only response was to shake her head, scowl on her face. "Saints, not everything is about you, you do know that don't you?"

"I wasn't... I just... never mind." He gave up trying to be nice for the day, and went back to shovelling litter.

~~~

Dominik was completely infuriating.

What right did he have, asking about her life like that? And what had made her answer him?

She was falling back into her old habits of opening up her heart to people, and it just wouldn't do. She'd started this venture as a way of releasing her anger at what had been happened; now she was working on it with somebody so similar to him it was starting to tear her apart.

They worked in silence until the sun went down, moving back and forth throughout the front garden to clear the remaining weeds and detritus so that the space looked somewhat alright. When the sun had first started setting, Y/n had gone to get food, stomach rumbling. They'd sat and eaten without a word shared between them, the air filled with tension.

She didn't understand Dominik.

One minute he was being classic fuckboy, all charm and smiles to win people over, then he was being a nasty piece of shit making people think the two of them were dating, and then he was being somewhat nice, asking if she was okay. He had been the same, minus the fake relationship part. This was a trap, this plan with Dominik, and it was bringing up the memories Y/n had fought hard to keep down.

When the sun had finally disappeared behind the horizon, Dominik had stiffened, staring off into space. He looked like he was talking to himself, mouth moving and forming silent words, but Y/n couldn't figure out why. He ran a hand through his hair in frustration (and Y/n felt frustrated herself at finding the action attractive), then stood up abruptly, turning towards her.

"I'm going to have to leave, I'm sorry. I need to be up early tomorrow to open up shop. Do you want me to walk you back to yours? Or are you going to stay a bit longer?" He looked like the words were killing him, as though it was difficult for him to make the offer, and Y/n bristled.

"I'll stay, thanks. I'll be fine, the faire's still on, so the lights will help. I always carry multiple blades anyway." The surprise on his face was unmasked, and internally she laughed. Externally she glared.

"Okay. I'll see you tomorrow then. Bye." He all but sprinted out onto the street, shoving his hands (that for some reason were always gloved, despite it being the middle of summer) into his coat pockets and hunching his shoulders. Scoffing, Y/n turned back to the last of her pile of weeds, picking them up and moving them to the bin.

"Weirdo," she muttered into the empty garden.

~~~

Nikolai was eternally grateful that Y/n hadn't wanted him to walk her home, because it was highly likely that the demon would have eaten her face off.

He definitely didn't want to explain that to her mother, or any witnesses, so for once he was glad that she hated him. The demon seemed to share her feelings, bristling and growling loudly in Nikolai's head any time it saw her. It really was all the worst parts of him sometimes, taking all the negatives and exacerbating them.

Currently Nikolai was at the docks, sat on one of the piers with his feet dangling off the edge. The demon was sat next to him, hunched over as it watched the water for fish. Every now and then it would spot one, and launched itself into the water, emerging a few moments later with a wriggling victim in its mouth. Nikolai felt more like a father to it now, watching on with something that felt weirdly like pride as the demon caught its own dinner. The last fish it had offered up to Nikolai, dumping it on his lap (which Nikolai had complained profusely about). He'd take it back to the inn, and cook it on the fire. Saved buying food from there when he inevitably got hungry in the night.

He'd been surprised at Y/n actually bringing him food, given how hostile she'd been. He figured she'd leave him to fend for himself for food, but when she'd chucked a takeaway box of breaded fish (fish was the primary source of food in Taya) at him, he had smiled when her back was turned.

Footsteps on wood made him freeze, gaze turning inland. Nikolai felt his demon surface, hiding itself under the decking. The sound grew louder, and a figure emerged from behind a boat. It paused, and the head swivelled towards Nikolai's position on the pier.

"Who's there?" A man. Nikolai made eye contact with the demon through a gap in the planks, trying to come to a decision.

Hungry.

No, absolutely not.

Trust the bastard to want to eat the stranger.

"Just me," he called back, settling on the non-murderous option. he stood, asking the demon to stay where it was.

"And who's that?" The man was walking closer, still not visible in the darkness of the night. The lights needed fixing.

"Dominik. Opus. Who are you?"

"Davor Miskovic. I don't recognise your name."

"Moved here not too long ago. How long have you been here?"

The man - Davor - was only a few feet away now, and Nikolai could pick out a few details, like the black hair and sharp nose that looked like it had been broken multiple times and never set properly.

"Used to live here. Went on holiday for a year. Just got back." He seemed to have difficulty speaking in long sentences, or maybe an aversion to connective words.

"Right."

"You shouldn't be here at night. Lot of danger." Something in his tone made Nikolai think that Davor was the danger, and he felt his demon shift under the pier. It was directly under the place where Davor had stopped, and Nikolai knew that should he need it, his demon would rip through the boards and give him an escape in seconds.

"I'll be fine, but thanks for the concern." Davor's gaze flitted down to Nikolai's hand, and he realised with a start that he was holding the fish. "Dinner," he said, lifting the dead animal. "I should get going, actually. Haven't eaten since lunch." He smiled, and Davor returned it, but with something sickly behind it.

"Sure. Don't let me stop you." He moved to the side, sweeping an arm out as if to show Nikolai the way. Nikolai walked past, urging the demon to follow him underneath, and tried to not look too much like he was running away. Something about Davor had given him the chills, and he wanted to get away. Turning a corner and checking that nobody would see, Nikolai called out quietly to his demon, taking it back in to his body and moving away without missing a beat. It had gone silently, not putting up a fuss, which Nikolai could only assume was down to Davor's unsettling presence. His demon had never gone so willingly, and that creeped Nikolai out more than the stranger himself.

Making his way back to the hotel, he thought he heard stones skitter across the road behind him, but when he subtly checked for signs of anyone following, there was nobody there.

~~~

"What is up with you? You've been jumpy all morning."

Gregor's voice proved his point as it made Nikolai jump.

He'd been on edge since meeting Davor the night before, and his demon had been weirdly silent in his head. Nikolai had thought that he wouldn't miss the endless commentary of the creature sharing his body, but now that it was gone he wanted it back.

"Nothing. Didn't sleep too well, I guess." Not entirely a lie. He'd spent most of the night watching out the window in his room at the inn, certain that he could feel eyes on him.

"Right," Gregor eyed him, concern flitting across his features. "Just... if you need to take a nap then do, yeah? I'd much rather you slept on the job than fucked something up."

"Sure. I'll be fine."

"Is there a reason you wouldn't be fine?"

Nikolai jumped again at Y/n's question, having not seen her come in.

"I see the problem. I need you to come and do a thing, Dominik. You don't mind, do you Gregor?"

"Nope. If it helps him sort his head out I don't mind. You're working extra hours tomorrow, boy."

"Yeah, sure thing, Gregor. Do I need to be worried about what the thing is?" he asked Y/n.

"Nope," Y/n replied, grabbing Nikolai's arm and dragging him out of the shop, waving to Gregor. "I just need you to be a boyfriend."

"...To you, right?"

"What? Yeah, obviously. Idiot. Why would I need you to be somebody else's boyfriend?"

"I don't know. You just said 'a boyfriend', so I wasn't sure!"

They arrived in the main square, the faire still going strong despite only having a couple of days left. The demon stirred, and Nikolai looked around, trying to find the source of its anger. Y/n came to a stop abruptly, causing Nikolai to walk into her back.

"Dick."

"Fuck you."

"Yeah I bet you want to."

"In your dreams, darling."

"I think you mean nightmares," she smiled sweetly, malice in her eyes. Her expression became slightly more guarded as she caught sight of something over his shoulder, and Nikolai choked on air when she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her body into his.

"What the fuck?"

"Why are you coughing? Are you gonna die?" She asked the second question with too much joy, face lighting up. Nikolai glared at her.

"Probably not." Her smile fell. "You're- you... What the fuck?"

"You're my boyfriend, so try to not look put off by the fact I'm hugging you, yeah?"

"Why are you hugging me?"

"Because my ex is here and I panicked."

That made Nikolai pause. Y/n had never really talked about that aspect of her life before, preferring to keep to herself (especially around him), and some part of him was interested to know who her ex was. Not because he wanted to figure out if she had a type, or anything, he was just curious.

The demon laughed at him in his head, and he told it to shut up.

"Your... ex."

"Yeah. He's the one I'm getting revenge on."

"Oh."

Why was his brain not working?

He quickly shot down the demon's idea that maybe it was because she was pressed so closely to him he couldn't tell where he ended and she started.

"Just, please don't be an asshole, okay?"

"Sure."

Saints, he wanted his brainpower back.

"Y/n? Long time no see," a voice drawled, and the demon flinched, growling in Nikolai's head.

"Davor, hi."

"He's your ex?" Nikolai whispered into her ear, and she nodded almost imperceptibly. Her smile was more fake than any of the ones she'd ever given Nikolai, and he wondered just exactly what Davor had done.

"Dominik, right?"

"Yeah." Nikolai smiled, not liking the sound of his best friend's name in this man's mouth, and stuck his hand out. Davor shook it, grip strong.

"Wait, you know each other?"

"Met last night. On the pier. He had a fish."

Apparently Davor was still unable to speak long sentences, and Nikolai resisted the urge to roll his eyes.

"I thought you went home?" Y/n turned to him, eyes slightly wide.

"I was on my way, I just cut past the docks."

"So why did you have a fish?"

"He said it was for dinner."

"But you ate with me?"

"I always get hungry in the night, one of the many troubles with being me."

He could feel his face warming at the constant questioning, and wanted the ground to swallow him up.

"So how do you two know each other?" Davor asked.

"Dating. We're dating," Y/n said, and for once she sounded... glad? to say the words.

Davor's thick eyebrows rose, and he looked between the two of them. "He's not your usual type, is he? Didn't think you went for the pretty ones."

"There's a lot you don't know about me, Davor."

"And it's nice that you think I'm pretty," Nikolai chipped in, smile on his face. Y/n stifled a snort, and Nikolai's smile widened. Maybe there was hope for something other than hatred between them.

Davor scowled, eyebrows coming down to draw together, and Nikolai felt his demon rise on its haunches. Something wicked came into the man's stare, and while Nikolai generally thought himself quite imposing and unafraid, he wanted to shrink before Y/n's ex.

"I'm not sure I believe it."

"Well it's happening, so I'm not really sure what you want-"

"Kiss."

What was it with people wanting them to kiss? First Y/n's mother, now Davor?

"Dominik?"

"Darling?"

"I think he wants us to kiss," Y/n said, gaze sharp. Nikolai smirked.

"Are you quoting me?"

"I- no, I am not. Shut up and kiss me."

"Properly?" He searched her face, hoping she would know what he meant.

"Properly would be good," Davor said. Nikolai had almost forgotten the man was there. "In your own time."

"Properly is fine, Dominik."

"How many times? Just Nik."

"Properly is fine, Nik."

He leaned in, smirk growing wider at her use of his name. Her arms were still around his neck, and she pulled him further in, going up on her toes as he gently pressed his lips to hers. His hands were on her waist, bringing her in (although not much given how close they already were), and he tilted his head, breaking away for air before kissing her again. His thumbs were rubbing circles into her hips, and her fingers were playing with his hair, running through it softly. He pulled back, bringing one of his hands up to cup her face gently, the other still stroking her side. Her cheeks were flushed, lips slightly more red than before, and her eyes were lidded. Nikolai couldn't help but feel a burst of pride at the sight, and he knew that he looked much the same.

"You were definitely quoting me, darling." Y/n blushed even more.

"Yeah, I was. Not ashamed at all."

Nikolai smiled, then turned his head to look at Davor. On seeing the place where the man had been empty, Nikolai felt his demon draw his attention to one of the stalls, where Davor was standing.

"Oh shit."

"What?" Y/n asked, worry on her face amidst the blush.

"He's talking to your mother."

"What?! Fuck no." All worry disappeared, and she extracted herself from him to stalk towards her mother's stall. Nikolai took an extra moment to collect himself, reeling slightly from the kiss.

It shouldn't have felt as good as it did, but Nikolai couldn't help but find himself wanting to kiss her again.

~~~

Y/n was surprised she could walk straight after kissing him.

It had been over a year since anything of the sort had happened, and Davor had never kissed her like that.

She knew it was dangerous, but she was comparing the two of them, cursing herself for doing so immediately afterwards. No matter what, Dominik wasn't going to be much better for her self-esteem than Davor was, and she couldn't go there.

Even if Nik had kissed her like she was the only girl in the world.

When had she started calling him 'Nik' in her head?

"Y/n! You and Dominik are getting on well, then?" She rolled her eyes as subtly as she could at her mother, plastering a smile on her face.

"Yep. All good."

"Is that why you left him standing like an idiot in the middle of the square after you kissed the living daylights out of him?"

Y/n turned to look, and sure enough Nik was still stood there.

"Uh... no?"

"Oh, he's coming over! Has he met Davor?"

"Yes."

Y/n did roll her eyes at Davor's monosyllabic answer, remembering that he wasn't much of a talker. It had always irritated her, having to do all the talking in the relationship. At least Nik could talk for fucking Ravka.

Stop comparing them, she scolded herself.

An arm appeared around her shoulder, and Y/n had to stop herself from flinching when she realised that it was her fake boyfriend. Looking up at him, she blushed at the state of his hair. Without thinking, she reached a hand up, trying to tame the golden locks. Nik jumped slightly, and Y/n wouldn't have noticed were she not pressed into his side (he'd stroked circles into her side when they'd kissed), and his eyes were wide when he looked at her. Conversation died as she attempted to return his hair to normal, and embarrassed Y/n brought her hand back to her side. Nik was smiling at her, a hint of smugness in his expression, but Y/n couldn't find the energy to hate him for it.

"Well," her mother started. "How's the building work going?" Y/n knew her mother wanted to know purely for the reason of having a reason to stop it, but answered anyway. Davor needed to know.

"It's going really well, actually! Nik and I have cleared the whole front garden, and once the entrance has been secured and stabilised I can make a start on the inside!" She perked up at the knowledge that she was making progress, and that her dream might one day very soon become reality.

"What building work?"

"The mansion, Y/n's doing it up and I offered to help," Nik spoke up, arm coming further around her shoulders, almost protectively.

"It's partly how he got me to go out with him."

"I thought you said he bribed you with paying for the date?"

"That too. I have standards, mother."

Nik chuckled slightly, and Y/n had to force her heart not to lift at the sound.

"You're doing work on the mansion? We talked about that."

"Yes, we did. And I'm doing it anyway." Davor scoffed, and she wanted to punch him and break his nose again.

"It's a terrible idea, and you'll never do it." He walked off, pushing through the crowds and disappearing from sight.

"Was he always that mean?"

"Yes, mother. You just never saw that part."

"Well it's a good job Nik isn't like that, eh?"

"Yeah, very good job." Y/n couldn't help but feel unease at her mother's words. Whatever she was feeling for Dominik had to stop. Davor had seemed nice at first too, all charm and smiles and kind words, and then he'd showed her who he really was, too late for Y/n to do much about it. If Dominik was the same, she'd never forgive herself for falling for the same 'nice guy' act twice. She had to distance herself. "I actually think I might go and work on it now, you know, deadline and all that."

"Oh, alright," her mother said, concern flitting into her voice.

"Do you want me to come and help?" Dominik asked.

She shook her head. "No, I'll be alright. You should probably take a nap, like Gregor said. I'll see you later when you clock off." He looked somewhat crestfallen, but the expression was quickly replaced by a smile. His ability to change face so quickly unnerved her, and further confirmed that she needed to spend as little time with him as possible. Waving goodbye to Dominik and her mother, Y/n headed in the direction of the mansion, desperately trying not to think of the echo of a kiss on her lips.

Chapter 4

[betweenthings2]

could you do 18 & 21 from the cuddle prompts <3

Thank you for the ask!! All the prompt lists on my blog are tagged as 'prompts' and my inbox is always open!

18. Holding and cradling their face to study it, perhaps noticing something new. Something else to love and 21. “Do you want me to hold you closer?” “No that’s not it, ugh—I just want to curl up inside you. Is that weird?”

18. Holding and cradling their face to study it, perhaps noticing something new. Something else to love.

Matty wakes from his nap in their hotel room to George running fingers through his hair. It's nice and Matty is half tempted to let it lull him back to sleep. He's not tired anymore, though, and he'd mostly rather be awake to experience this quiet little bit of happiness and closeness.

"Good morning," George murmurs, half teasing, when he realizes that Matty is awake.

"How long was I asleep?" Matty asks, pressing himself a little closer to George.

"Hour and half? We're supposed to meet everyone for dinner soon."

Matty groans. "Why'd we agree to that?"

"'cause it'll be nice?" George offers.

"This is nice," Matty counters. "Room service and a spliff would be nice. Getting up is not nice."

"Should I say you don't feel up to it?" George offers, concern lacing his voice.

Matty shakes his head. "'m just bein' dramatic."

George chuckles. "At least you're self aware."

Matty hums and grumbles, "Turns out therapy is good for something."

"Matty," George sighs.

Matty presses a kiss to George's bare chest, and says, "I'm not wrong."

George combs his fingers through Matty's hair again and says, "You're not wrong, but I kind of don't think that's the point."

"The point is whatever I decide the point is," is Matty's counterpoint. He pauses, then says, "Actually, the point is to hate myself a little less, but self awareness is good enough, I guess."

"Matty," George repeats, a little bit sadder this time.

"Don't say my name like that," Matty protests, "like I'm some kind of tragic mess. I'm not. I'm ok."

"I don't think that," George murmurs.

"I know," Matty responds. "Kinda sounded like it though."

"Sorry, love," George offers. "You're not a tragic mess. Tragic is the last word I'd use to describe you. I'm proud of you and I love you."

"Oh, so you think I'm a mess?" Matty asks, voice a little brighter.

George can't help but laugh. "You're kind of a mess sometimes, let's be honest."

"Thank you, George, that's exactly what I wanted to hear."

George combs his fingers through Matty's curls again and says, "I love your mess. You wouldn't be you if you weren't a mess sometimes."

Matty presses another kiss to George's chest, this one a little bit closer to his collarbone, and quietly says, "I love you, too."

Quiet falls over the room for a few minutes after that, quiet breathing the only sound in the room until George's phone buzzes. They both try to ignore it, but then Matty's phone buzzes.

"We really should get up," George murmurs.

Matty makes a discontented sound, but he sits up, pushing curls out of his face, then clamors out of bed. George gets up, too, sitting on the edge of the bed, but Matty crowds into his space before he can stand up, kneeling on the edge of the bed so he can straddle George's lap and crossing his wrists behind George's neck.

"We're not going to make it to dinner if you don't move," George warns, wrapping and arm around Matty's waist. "We're gonna have to tell the guys that we missed dinner 'cause I was busy fucking you."

"You promise?" Matty pushes, leaning down for a kiss.

George chuckles. "We’ll never live it down," he warns.

"The funny thing," Matty murmurs, "is that I don't really care."

"You are incorrigible," George counters. "Absolutely incorrigible."

Matty takes one hand and cups George's jaw carefully, studying him intently, all big brown eyes and adoration. For a moment Matty thinks up an image of the George he met all those years ago, then of the teenage George he fell in love with and compares them to the George in front of him now. They've both gotten older, Matty knows, hell, he's begun to find grey hairs in his own dark hair, but he can't think of George as having gotten older, not in the way that he thinks of himself as having gotten older, or his parents as having gotten older. George is a constant, Matty thinks, even though there's stubble under his palm now and there wasn't the first time he touched George like this.

"You're staring," George says after a few moments.

Matty nods. "I've got a good view."

George ducks his head, like he's suddenly shy, and says, "Flatterer."

Matty urges his chin up and goes in for another kiss, this one a little longer and deeper. When they separate, he rests his forehead against George's and murmurs, "I love you. I adore you. And I keep thinkin' 'bout, uh, time, I guess, and how you're this, like, constant in my life, and I know I've gotten older, right, sometimes I look fucking old, but every time I look at you, 's like we're 24 again." Matty pauses, then, "I dunno, time is weird. I don't think any of that made sense, but I love you."

"It sorta made sense," George responds. "And I love you, too."

----

21. “Do you want me to hold you closer?” “No that’s not it, ugh—I just want to curl up inside you. Is that weird?”

Matty has slowly been getting closer to George all evening. He'd pushed his chair just a little closer to George when they sat down for dinner and stood a little closer when they did the dishes. They'd put on a film after dinner and Matty had made himself comfortable on one end of the couch, so George took the other. At first, they were next to each other on the couch, then they were very close to each other on the couch, then George got up to go search for weed, and when he'd come back, Matty had closed the space between them, pressing their thighs together. Then Matty leaned against him, solid and warm, so George draped his arm around Matty's shoulders. Matty took that as an invitation to hook his thigh over George's and lean a little heavier.

Finally, George pulls Matty half into his lap half-annoyed and saying, "You can have things you want, you know."

Matty smiles and rests his head against George's chest. "'s hot when you get frustrated and physical with me."

"Yeah, alright," George agrees.

"'s true," Matty protests.

"Watch the film, Matthew," George says, doing his best to sound firm.

"See, 's hot when you try to tell me what to do, too," Matty murmurs. "'s also hot when you call me Matthew."

"What are you trying to do, love?" George asks, voice low.

"Nothin', really," Matty admits. "Just wanna be close."

"Close I can do," George agrees, urging Matty to be more firmly in his lap.

Matty settles after that, done with his search for closeness and contact, resting his head on George's shoulder. He doesn't watch the film, just closes his eyes and relaxes, feeling the gentle rise and fall of George's chest and the steady beating of his heart. By the time the climax of the film rolls around, though, Matty has lost his ability to sit still, shifting like he's trying to get even closer to George.

Frustrated, George lights a joint and passes it to Matty like he can will him to relax. Matty accepts it, stilling long enough to take a drag and exhale smoke, before he's trying to burrow closer and passing it back.

"D'ya want me to hold you closer?" George asks, ignoring the fact that they're about as close as two people can be.

Matty shakes his head. "No, that's not it," he pauses, then, "ugh, I just want to curl up inside you. Is that weird?"

"A little bit," George admits, "but it's in, like, the bottom half of weird things you've said to me."

Matty pouts and takes the joint from between George's fingers, saying, "Give me that. You can't be a dick and have the joint."

"I think that was honest, Matty," George responds, but he makes no move to take the joint back, just watches Matty take a drag.

"One and the same," Matty counters. "'s one and the fucking same."

George huffs a laugh and takes the joint back, saying, "Whatever you say."

"See, that's how you were supposed to react in the beginning. You're not supposed to tell me 's weird that I wanna be close to you."

"You said you wanted to curl up inside me," George corrects.

Matty huffs and takes the joint back, but he doesn't continue arguing, just says, "Doesn't mean you're not being a dick," and takes a drag.

George presses a kiss to Matty's temple and says, "Please accept my deepest apologies, then."

"That is an inauthentic apology, George," Matty says, faux serious.

George wraps his arm around Matty a little tighter and murmurs, “I love you so much."

"Love you more," Matty responds.

George takes the joint back and murmurs, "You're impossible."

"I love you. More than anything. I, like, if we could be one," Matty laces his fingers together, "thing, I'd do it. Sometimes, when we're not together, it's, like, physically painful," he admits. "Sounds co-dependent, I know, but, I just, I want to be closer."

"I love you, too," George murmurs, "and I get it. I do." He moves his hand it's under Matty's shirt, skin to skin, and repeats, "I get it. I get, uh, closer."

[suna1suna1]

It's WIP Wednesday again!

Alright, the tag game didn't work super great either, but that's okay. I got one person to play and they've got a really cool webcomic wip so it's all good lol

So, no art wips this week, but I do have an announcement.

The first chapter of To Catch a Hedgehog will be posted on AO3 next Thursday (probably after I get home from taking my chemistry exam)! After that, until such a time as it has been completely finished, I will update monthly, on the 1st of each month. I'm super excited to share this fic with all of you, and I hope you enjoy it! If you're looking forward to it, mark your calendars for February 1st! ^^

Now, here's this week's tag (go follow them, they're really cool) @deadrabbithq

And here's this week's progress! (that I totally didn't do late last night nope)

Shadow: "Sure. Let's go with that."

Shadow: "On another note, how attached to your job are you?"

Rouge: "0_0" 

Rouge: "Nah, I'm sitting this one out. You have fun. I'll try and cover your tracks." 

Shadow: "I didn't ask you to do that." 

Rouge: "You asked me if I was willing to be fired. I'm not. I'm compromising." 

Shadow: "Fair enough." 

There was another chime, and a new email address appeared in his inbox. No profile picture. The name was a string of nonsensical numbers and letters. 

yy783y7hhuqq7ht: "Would have come up with something cooler if my roommate had let me but oh well. It's me." 

Shadow rolled his eyes before he replied. 

Shadow: "What would you have come up with?" 

Sonic: "idk, fastest.thing.alive? Oh, wait... fuck, that's my ex's email. DAMN IT WHY'D HE TAKE THE COOL ONE?"

Shadow bit back a laugh as another message from Rouge came through. 

Rouge: "Look, just be careful, okay? It's not just losing your job you'll have to worry about." 

Shadow: "I know." 

He closed the window with their chat and turned his focus back to Sonic. 

Shadow: "Anyway, who is it that's gone completely 'Netic?" 

Sonic: "...Alright, here's an idea. It would be easier if I showed you. But since I can't trust you not to try and shoot my brains out, you come unarmed, and I bring back-up." 

Shadow: "Alright... but come where?"

Sonic: "The Mobius Strip. It's an Xtreme racing track. I used to race there not too long ago." 

Shadow: "Why did you stop?" 

Sonic: "Eh, dated a guy I met there for a little while, but he's just kind of a douche, so I try to avoid him." 

Shadow recalled the green-feathered hawk he'd seen talking to Sonic the night he followed him and Knuckles down to Station Square, and his quills stood in revulsion as he shuddered. If that was who he thought he was, he could see why Sonic would want nothing to do with him. 

Shadow: "Do you miss it?" 

Sonic: "Well, yeah, I guess... It was decent money for me too. But I couldn't trust that he wouldn't sabotage me because we broke up, so I cut my losses..." 

Shadow: "I take it you won quite a bit then? Or were you a foul player?"

Sonic: ">:( Rude, man. I race fair and square. Not my fault I'm aerodynamic." 

Shadow: "I've seen you on your gear. That's abnormally fast." 

Sonic: "Okay, yes, but that was after I quit. I had a friend juice it up for me. Better for running from the Hounds. And you. Oh, wait... you have those stupid rocket boots." 

Shadow: "Implants. Got them shortly after the Council died." 

Sonic: "Dude, just say they were murdered. We all know they were. Hell, you might have even done it."

Shadow: "Now who's being rude? I didn't. That was somebody else. At that time I was still in college." 

Sonic: "You went to college?"

Shadow: "Had to drop out before I got my bachelor's."

[heartsoulspiritelite]

BETTER THAN YOU BAY BAY

MJF x Adam Cole

(when they break up imma literally be crying for days. They are my only source of happiness)

Summary-

Max couldn't explain to you, why he felt the urge to protect Adam after his match against Samoa Joe, he can never stand to see the ones he cares for hurt.

But the number one questions on his mind are, Where was Adam? Why was he so late to Max's match? But when he tries to ask Adam about his things go a little bit south until Adam returns beat up, and Max doesn't take any bullshit answers

~

Who did this to you ?!

He couldn't explain to you, why he had such a strong urge to protect Adam tonight, especially after getting his ass handed to him. But he does give himself props. He beat Joe. You told you he would, he never doubted himself. But even after he felt like practically dying, He saw Joe try to lunge at Adam and risked everything just to protect his brochacho.

Max's number one question is, Where was Adam? Why did he take so long to show up? He was supposed to come down to the ring and support his best friend throughout one of his most important matches in his career against Samoa Joe, it's long time story telling yall. This match meant so much the kid inside him. They did it. They proved it to everyone, infront of his New York peers. Why the fuck was Adam so late?

Okay he's not really mad. Adam still came and supported him, he was an amazing friend, and even injured himself for Max.

Walking back stage was tough, he felt so much pride, but at the same time all he felt was agony. Everything hurt. In all honesty both men were in pain, Cole was still suffering from his ankle injury he endured moments earlier.

Adam was helping him walk, While trying to hide his own limp. He had Max's arm around his neck with his arm wrapped around Max's back. They made their way into doc sampsons and sat there in silence with occasional small talk until both men were cleared to leave.

"Max how are you feeling?" Adam asked gently once they were in the car headed to the hotel that the roster was staying at.

"Everything fucking hurts" He replied while favoring his neck, turning his head slightly to look at Adam

Cole grimaces slightly in sympathy

They soon arrive at the hotel and walk in silence until they reach their shared room.

Adam hasn't shared a room with Britt in so long, he feels guilty, but it's not really his fault. All tag partners room together everywhere right?

They take turns showering and unpacking and packing up certain things until both are done and drained.

Adam walks out of the bathroom and he finished brushing his teeth and took a seat by MJF who was sitting on the bed, leaning against the bedframe, scrolling through his phone while holding an ice pack to his neck.

Max looks over at Cole and sighs.

"How's your leg doing? Dude what the fuck even happened?" He asks laughing slightly

Adam shows a small smile

"Max I don't even know, I jumped the ramp to get around to you guys faster and I guess I screwed up my leg or something" He says rushed, he didn't want Max to worry about him, he knows he would so he tries not to make it a big deal.

Max throws him a concerned look

"Dude are you gonna be-" He tries to ask before getting cut off

"Max im gonna be fine alright, everything's good, let's not focus on that let's focus on you. You're in more pain than I am, tonight was your night. You won Max, and I couldn't be more proud of you" He says reassuringly and scoots closer slightly

Max smiles back gratefully but still not fully convinced. He doesn't want to push it so he asks the question that's been on his mind since he saw Cole rush out to cheer him on.

"Adam. Where were you? Why'd it take you so long to show up?" He states seriously

The older man shifts uncomfortably and avoids eye contact

Max notices

"Cole."

"Look. I- uh. I needed to visit Roddy alright. But then he tried to guilt me into staying longer. I didn't. I came back to watch you of course. I'm sorry I never told you, didn't mean to alarm to and i stayed backstage because i thought you wanted to do this on your own." he says quietly still avoiding eye contact

"Bay Bay, how many times do I have to tell this to you. The man is clearly faking it. He's just acting like a jealous ex fucking boyfriend so you'll pay attention to him"  He states trying to get the information through Adam's head, after readjusting his grip on his icepack

But apparently this angers him

"Max what do you know? All everyone has told me is that I'm stupid for being your friend. They all tell me how your gonna turn on me once the time is right. Roddys just acting like a dick right now, but he's still my friend. I need to support him like im supporting you. If they have to get used to the fact that your my bestfriend than you can get used to the fact that Roddys mine" Adam rushes out quite angry

Max feels his eyes widen, and backs off not wanting to cause chaos

"Fine. Goodnight" He says quietly, dropping the subject.

Max turns lays down on one side of the bed and gets under the covers before turning around, facing away from Adam, he lets his icepack rest behind his neck.

"Turn off the lights" He orders before going to sleep.

Cole suddenly feels guilty eat away at him.

This was Max's night. Why did he freak out on him? Everything the man said was true.

"I'm sorry Max" he whispers before getting out of bed to turn off the lights

He doesn't crawl back into bed though. No, he puts on a hoodie and leaves the hotel to go on a walk to get refreshed.

He still has a slight limp but he's had worse. He can deal with it.

He's quite chilly out so he tucks his hands into his hoodie pockets in an attempt to stay warm.

He doesn't get very far until he hears hushed whispers.

Cole tries not to look back and keeps walking. That is until he feels himself get grabbed and thrown onto the ground.

He groans in pain.

The group of people keep kicking and clawing at him. Adam let's them, he doesn't attempt to shove then away, he just curls up into a ball and waits for it to be over.

The attack goes on for another 5 minutes until he hears them talk to one another before leaving.

"Fucking asshole" He hears one of them say, the voice sounds familiar

He tries to look up and catches a glimpse of who they are. All he sees is blurs for about 5 seconds until his sight clears.

Of. Fucking. Course.

Its Roddy & The kingdom.

He should have known. Honestly he should've. He shouldn't have went to that damn hospital. He should've stayed with Max the whole time.

He's slowly drags himself off of the ground and rubs away the blood flowing from his nose from when he face planted onto the ground.

He groans in agony limps back to the hotel slow as ever.

He attempts to open the door quietly so he can sneak back into bed without worrying his tag partner.

But obviously that doesn't end up happening. The universe never seems to be on his side.

He opens the door to Max worryingly pacing around the room.

Once his eyes catch Adam's he rushes over and starts talking a mile a minute.

"What the fuck?! What happened?! Are you okay? Who did this to you. I swear to God Ada-"

"MAX im fine okay don't worry about me" he cuts Max's rambling off in an attempt to shrug of his concern.

Max grabs Adam's chin and stares him in the eyes.

"Don't worry about you?! Adam I swear to God. Don't you lie to me. Who. Did. This. To. You." He says dead serious

Adam shivers

"Max. I-"

"Adam. I'll fucking bend you over my knee" He says a threat.

Coles eyes widen as he feels his face get hot at that.

He knows he's serious to. Max will. It's almost happened before.

"It was Roddy and his gang" the flustered man whispers

Max is furious. He'll fucking kick their asses.

But he calms down enough so he doesn't flip out anymore infront of Adam.

"Come here" He guides Adam gently into the bathroom and sits him down on the counter.

Max goes between Coles legs and grabs a were wash cloth, he gently rubs the blood of his face and body.

Adam catches himself staring at Max, the way he's being so careful not to hurt him more. He likes the way Max looks whens he's focused. It's hot.

"Max.." Cole whispers to get his attention

MJF looks up from where he was almost finished patching up Adam's cuts on his arm.

"What is it?" He says concerned

Max examines Adam's face and gently puts his hand on his cheek and rubs

"Kiss me or leave me" he says quietly but bodly

This catches Max of guard and he flinched a bit, looking wide eye and flustered

"What?" He says confused

"Please, kiss me or just get it over with and leave me" The long haired man whimpers

The curly haired man smiles

He grabs Adam's face lightly and presses his lips onto his

Adam grabs the back of his neck and carefully as he can without causing the other man any pain.

"I'm not going to leave you Adam, I love you to much to do that" He whispers once they break the kiss

Adam smiles

"I'm sorry for getting upset at you earlier. I knew you were right. I just wanted to give him a chance" he apolagizes

"Its alright man don't apolagize, but don't think they're getting off the hook for this. Im gonna fucking kill them." Max states, he's eyes full of fury.

"Thanks" He starts before hopping of the counter so he can properly hug the man

"And by the way I love you too Max" he finishes and grabs Max so he can reconnect their lips.

~

Edit- so um I made this before I watched 9/27 dynamite bruh I did not know Adam's ankle was THAT BAD like holy crap😭

~Cross-posted on wattpad and ao3~

[rubyvhs]

remedy (vii) — sam winchester

> prev, masterlist

summary: somethings just aren't meant to be, and you can't force them— tags: underage!reader, 22-year-old!sam, med student!fem!reader, cursing, angst, 6k chapter (yeah, it needs a warning), daddy issues I think.

You don’t text back for two days, and he ignores you. All of a sudden, it’s ‘we need to talk’. No way, man; an idiot can see this is a breakup text if they look at it for a second too long. And you’re not stupid enough to end something that means this much to you over the phone. 

If he decides you’re boring, or you’re not it, or whatever, he can say it to your face—

Your phone is ringing.

Worst case scenario, he calls you names, best case, he says it’s not you; it’s him. Maybe switch them around?

Maybe you should change your number.

Maybe you should answer. You answer. “Sam, hey.”

“Hey, you okay? Were you asleep?” Maybe if you say yes, he’ll feel stupid breaking up with you while you are half asleep. 

“No.” You’ve never been good at lying to him. “Do you need anything?”

“Sweetheart, what’s with the silent treatment?” oh, great, now he wants to talk about it? It’s been two days, he didn’t bother then— God, what is happening to you! You’re acting like such a bitch, right now, like all the times you’ve yelled at your friends to stop being so annoying with their boyfriends, and now you’re doing the same. 

“Sorry, uh— yeah, no, I guess I was just being silly because you didn’t call when you said you would.” Your voice is so timid, you wouldn’t believe it if someone said it was you. Sam has responsibilities, such as finding his dad and taking care of Dean, and you are being petty. Fuck this whole thing, this isn't you, why are you suddenly changing around him (without him here).

“It's not silly. I just had something to take care of that night and forgot to tell you.”

“Why'd you pretend? Why not just tell me the next day?”

“I thought you forgot, I didn't wanna remind you; besides, it was one call, I didn't think you’d care.” Where in your exterior of panic did he get ‘wouldn't care’ from? Unlike Sam's tendency to just ooze nonchalance, always seeming uniquely unbothered by this entire thing, he wasn't like this when he was next to you, in fact, he used to care more about your feelings than you did.

Is this what distance is doing to the both of you? Ruining Sam's gentleness and consideration? The things you liked about him from the start? Love about him? God, it's like your parents all over again. You love your father, of course you do, he’s an incredible dad, but he was disappointing as a husband, and you fucking swore that you’d never marry someone like him, even if you’re as physically far away from marriage as possible with Sam, it doesn't mean you’re wrong for thinking of your future with him.

“Baby?”

“Right. Sorry. It isn't a problem, you're right.” You never were as strong as your mother.

“Okay, but I'll text you next time. Promise.” You nod, noticing your nose burning and your vision getting blurry for a second before you breathe. This is not worth crying over. You've always given your entire being into every relationship and lost yourself halfway through, you told Jess that this was different, that Sam was different. But Sam is just like every guy you've ever liked, he's normal, caring, and sure, a little different in the sense that he's not a dick to other people and doesn't curse at you because of how you feel– okay so he's very different, but you aren't. You’re trying so hard to hold yourself back from thinking of those three words, from being all in for once, but you can’t help it, and you’re fucking mad at Jess for being right. Sam lost you. He went to a different state and is staying there for weeks, and it's okay with him. It should be the same way it should be for you, but it isn't. It was never going to be.

Your feelings were never going to be like his, and deep down, you knew that, Jess knew that. And you let it happen.

Fuck you’re crying. Fuck he’s calling out your name. “Sam, I'll call you back, okay?” And you hang up to his protests.

He didn’t cause this, you did by being so fucking careless with the most crucial thing in your life– your heart. And men will always be men. They'll forget to call, or they'll move to another country or state for work, they'll have girl friends that they hang around, and you will never be able to deal with it. 

It's terrifying to think about because you spent your senior year of high school making damn sure something like this would never happen, you didn't breathe near a boy, and you worked your ass off both in school and out of it to have achievements you can add to your transcript. Your first two years in Stanford have been spent right here in your apartment (or the first one was in the dorm), away from anyone who could ruin your progress– then Jess introduced you to him, and so what? She's introduced you to anyone she's ever hung out with. But you knew Sam was different. You knew everything about him was different the second you were both in the car alone, and you let all your nerves go so that you could sit in the passenger's seat and talk to him.

That should've been enough to scare you the hell off. He’s older and more experienced, and you promised you wouldn’t do this– you threw it all out the window the second he asked for your number.

He’s calling, your phone's ringing, and you know it's unfair to him, God, you know it is, but how unfair is it to whatever’s left of you if you answer? 

After an extensive crying session, you pick yourself off your bed and get on the desk for some serious study time. All your best studying has been done with your eyes bloodshot red and your heart broken. It doesn't take a few hours to finish and revise your assignments, and then you make flashcards for the chapter you (daydreamed during) missed last week. It's the most productive you've been this year. You're not complaining— until you are because Jess is barging through the door, and she doesn't yell, ‘honey, I'm home’, which can only mean she spoke to Sam. She knocks on your door twice before slamming it open with a frown. 

“No, because what the actual fuck do you mean you're not answering any of our calls?” Oh, she's worried. You shrug, pointing to the phone that you shut off and abandoned on your bed a few feet away. “How many times have I told you to stop shutting your phone off if you're not going to keep your laptop open? What if your parents call and you don't answer? They can't exactly just knock on your door.”

“I texted them before I shut it off.” She lets out an exasperated breath, walking over to you.

“What about me? Why didn't you text me?”

“I forgot, Jess, I'm sorry, it's no big—” Before you can even finish your sentence, you're hit with an insane case of deja vu, except it's more like your brain stops working. You genuinely did forget. It wasn't like you'd hurt your best friend on purpose, but she doesn't look like she forgives you or, quite frankly, even cares. And you're repeating his words right back at her.

“No big deal? Seriously, what has gotten into you? First, you don't listen to me about Sam– you actually fight me about it, then you ruin it! Sam is racking his brain thinking of what he did wrong, and all he came up with is that he forgot to call once. Tell me you are not being bitch to Sam because he goddman forgot!”

You're not surprised by Jess saying it any more than you were scared when you did. You already knew it was irrational; you're overreacting and rounding up all the bad things happening since you've known him to justify it. But you're not stupid, you know Sam doesn't deserve it, you just– honestly, you didn't think he'd call Jess or care that much. 

“I'll call and apologize—”

“No, God, no, this isn't what this is about,” she sighs, her voice quieter and pensive as she sits on your bed. You turn the chair around to face her. “Babe, talk to me. What is going on with you?”

“You were right.” You can't cry again, and you're not in front of Jess about something you're ruining yourself. “It's too much, I just can't do it, Jess. You were right—”

“Come on, babe, no, you fought for him, you convinced me he's right for you, what is this about?”

“I just can't be okay with it, every time something happens, I just— I'm scared it'll all go to shit, so I can't focus on anything, but the second I closed my phone after I hung up on him, I felt like— it was closure. I'm not scared anymore. I can focus and see everything clearly when I'm not…”

“When you're not in love with him.” You don't meet her eyes, instead, they pan to the floor. Yeah. You were scared to say it, but Jess certainly isn't. She won't shy away from the truth for your benefit; maybe that’s why talking things out with her always works for you. 

“Jess, you were so right, and I'm sorry I didn't—”

“Hey, don't be stupid, no. I didn't mean it— I never wanted you to do this. Sam is good for you, and you are great for him. Me and Gen, we talk about the two of you all the damn time and how incredible Sam treats you, how thankful and accommodating you are to him. I didn't know that that's what you were thinking.”

“I fell in love with him in a month. I can't, I just can't be like this again. I can't keep doing this and–” Yeah, you can feel your tears deep in your chest, and it doesn't matter what Jess hears or sees, you just can't keep going like this, “— I keep losing myself, and I accommodate to him and I want to please him and I shut up when I'm sad because what if he doesn't want to hear it—”

“You know he–”

“I don't care! I don't care how good of a person he is, unless he pulls it out of me, I don't… God, I'm so high maintenance, and he's too comfortin– Jess, I'm done. I can't keep…” She frowns, and you notice her red cheeks as she opens her arms for you. You oblige, moving off your chair and next to her on the bed, your head on her chest while her arms wrap around you. It never hurts less, and the fact it never fucking might scares you more than you thought was possible.

You both fall asleep like that on your bed, your head on her chest and her embrace warming you, it makes you curse yourself for waking up at three. You were in a deep sleep, too. Thankfully, she still is, so you grab your phone and head out of your room, turning off the lights behind you to– oh fucking SHIT.

“Sam!” You scream, a hand on your racing chest. You're already wincing at the thought of waking Jess up, but you don't hear anything except a change of rhythm in her snores. You’re panting as you take a step back from him. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“We finished early,” He lies, his eyes on yours. He’s a good liar, you have to admit, even if you can see right through it. He takes a step closer, examines you, and places his hands on your shoulders as he does before pulling you in close. “God, I’ve missed you.” 

That's— what on earth is happening right now? “Were you crying?” He furrows his eyebrows, fingers wiping under your eyes even though your tears dried hours ago. 

“Yeah, but that— Sam, what are you doing here?” You repeat, still starstruck. You like surprises when you know they’re coming. Like not knowing where you're going for dinner or not knowing what type of party someone is planning for your birthday, but this? It's very not cool. Extremely terrifying.

“I just told you we finished the case early.”

“You— what about your dad?”

“Dad left us a clue, well, he left Dean something. We went to find him in Blackwater Ridge, and he left something for Dean there about where to find him next. It's a couple of states over, and when I saw that this isn't a two-week kind of thing, I told Dean to bring me back here.”

“Sam it's been five days—”

“I know. I know, but you— trust, right? Technically, I made it back before the end of the week, so even that promise I kept…” and it's a weak attempt to lighten the situation with his hands still lighting your body on fire. You're not angry with Sam, of course you aren't, you never expected that you'd be with him every second of every day, you even knew that in less than a month you'd have to go back home for the summer vacation— it was never Sam's fault to begin with. It's yours. Your heart, your stupid, childish feelings, because despite being emotionally intelligent like almost everyone you've ever known has told you, and a damn hard worker to get into med school a year early, your feelings are where you draw the line.

“Honey, were you crying?” He should probably stash the monikers away for the time being if you're going to be able to do this.

“No— I mean, yes but it's fine I had Jess here.” You don't mean to sound bitter but it seems as if he took it that way because he frowns and nods slowly in a manner that pains you. He doesnt deserve this. He doesnt, hes been so fucking good to you, he cares about you, he—

He’ll never love you the way you love him. If you break it off now it's better for the both of you, he won't have to deal with a crazy girlfriend and you won't feel your heart shatter every time he forgets to call or goes out with Lily. This is good.

This is for the better. You know it's for the better.

“Sam.” You say with a breath, suddenly self conscious of your hair, is it messed up? And the makeup you slept with (though you're not too worried with it being Jess's and all her stuff is waterproof). “I— uh, we should probably go to sleep. I'm still tired and you just came back, right?”

“Yeah, but if you want to talk about something, anything—” Why is he making this so hard?

“No, no, we should just… wait, did Dean bring you here, with your bags? You don't have your car?” He confirms your words and you groan, walking past him to the kitchenette, opening the fridge door to hopefully find the iced tea you hid from Jess. Thank god for blueberry iced teas.

“I can go back to my apartment, it's no problem,” And you freeze your movements as you curse yourself under your breath. That isn't what you meant, you're just very overstimulated and there's too many thoughts going on in your head, you wish you could calm them down, and now sam is staying over, and he’ll probably expect you to crash with him in Jess’s room. 

“Sam, ‘m sorry, it’s just I’m so tired—”

“No, I get it. It’s fine, a cab—”

“What? No, I mean I’m sorry for being bitchy, I just wanna head to bed, that’s all. And I’m not hauling you into a cab, we’ll take Jess’s room… unless you wanna be alone?”

You look up from your drink to gouge his expression and he shakes his head, rubbing a hand over his jaw. “‘Course not.”

Great. “Okay, you wanna drink something?” 

At his refusal with a short ‘thank you’, you tell him you’ll be in the room in a moment which he takes as the dismissal it is, shutting the door behind him so you’re completely alone in the living room. Kitchen. What the fuck ever this is. 

God, this is— you brush your hands through your hair shutting your eyes aggressively. You’re okay. It’s okay. The earth is still spinning and you haven’t failed any of your classes— and Sam is here and he’s being a loving boyfriend saying he misses you, what is wrong with you?

You decide that enough thinking’s enough as you drown the rest of your drink and enter the room with soft footsteps. Sam’s sprawled out on your best friend's bed and you check yourself out in the mirror quickly to see that, surprisingly, you look somewhat decent. You shut the lights off before you get in the bed, lying on your back just as Sam is. 

Is it rude to sleep on your side? Definitely is. You can’t find it in yourself to care as you do it, moving the covers so they aren’t all on your side, and sing yourself to sleep because what the hell else are you supposed to do after today?

Waking up to the smell of fresh coffee and maybe even food? Yes. Always. Please. 

You don’t waste a second getting off the bed, not like you’re getting any more sleep with the sun filling the room with a warm, golden glow. You shut the blinds off for good measure before freshening up in the bathroom quickly, not wanting to miss whatever was happening in the kitchen outside.

The second you open the door you’re engulfed in the scent, though this time you notice how sweet it is. You smile as you look over and see— oh. Right. You forgot. That’s why you’re in Jess’s room.

Jess is sitting on the counter while Sam cooks, what you assume are pancakes, on the stove. At the sound of the door, they both face you, Jess quickly running off the counter and into your arms. You reciprocate in no time, squeezing her tighter. “You okay?” She whispers in your ear, as good of a friend as ever.

“‘M okay. Please stay today.” When you pull away, she nods at you, like it’s a given then drags you to where she was sitting, right next to Sam. His smile pulls at your heartstrings and he leans down for a kiss that— there’s no way you’re not kissing him back. Your left-hand lands on his bicep as you steady yourself. When he pulls away, he doesn’t go completely, his face inches from yours, and he steals another quick one. 

He’s back to cooking as he mumbles, “Missed you.” 

What’s happening right now?

What on earth is happening right now?

You’ll think about it when you’re more awake. Or at least when you have food in you. 

“Jess, what do you have planned for today?” you ask, your hand still on him as you rub it absentmindedly.

“I have classes— so do you, Sam!” Isn’t Jess a year younger than Sam? you never noticed how much she knows about the graduating class despite not being a part of it. She reads your mind like she's always done, “Gen’s with him, ‘sides most of my friends are from his class.”

Right. Gen. you should probably apologize to her for stealing her girlfriend for an entire night. Only god knows how she’s coping right now. When you glance at Jess you notice her surveying you and Sam, so you quickly take a step back to remove your hand.

“What about you, Sam? Any plans?” She listens, leaning over the island that separates the small kitchen from the living room, “other than class obviously, which you will be attending— by the way, Lily is so fucking pissed at you, dude.”

Sam throws his head back with a groan, “i know. She wont stop texting.”

That’s reassuring. He continues, “But I don't think I’m up for anything today. I’ll go the classes and talk to lily about finishing the project next week. You think she’ll understand?” His eyes catch yours and you feel obligated to answer with a quick nod. 

He’s back to flipping pancakes that look surprisingly delicious considering you’ve never once seen him cook before. Though, in your defense, you’ve usually eaten out for every dinner and breakfast you spent together. Which now that you think of it, isnt cost-effective. Someone should chek on your bank account. Not you, obviously, but someone should.

“It smells really good.” you compliment, gesturing to jess to bring you a brush, which she complies, leaving to find one. “Where’d you learn to make food like that?”

“Oh, it’s nothin’, i used to read lots of books growing up, guess i picked up some cooking ones.”

“Really? That’s nice. Dean mustve been real lucky having you try out recipes.” you joke, dipping a fork into the batter to try it. ‘S horrible, just like you expected. It isnt cake batter, it wont taste good, and you knew that— doesnt mean you wont try it.

“Yeah he didnt really, i mean i never actually cooked or anything, just read them and when i got the apartment with Gen i started cooking more, turns out its something i like.” oh its cute to think that coming to stanford, getting his own place with gen, had opened up this kind of opportunity for him, and it has you wondering what else he did when he was younger. Youd hardly spoke of either of your childhoods— mostly because as much as you love your parents, you dont like thinking too much of how they were when you were younger, and apparently that lead to not asking about sam’s. Hes never talked about his mum, now that you notice it.

Is she out of the picture? Are you even allowed to ask? Did you want to ask considering whats been on your mind since yesterday? God, you dont even know if youre going through with it. Hes here and hes cooking breakfast, kissing you, holding you— why would you want to let that go?

“Here, whore.” jess emerges from her room, throwing the hairbrush.

“Thanks, slut.” she smirks, plopping onto the couch and you catch the look of surprise on sam’s face. “What? Whats wrong? We’re joking its just a thing we do.”

“No, i now, just didn't know you do that. Never heard it before.”

“Yeah, i don't even know how it started but it's cute.” he agrees leaning down for another kiss which you, stupidly, let him do. Your hand comes up to brush against his cheek before you remember the object you’re holding and disconnect, sitting on the counter, brushing your roots so you can tie your hair back with no fly-away strands. “You okay?”

You nod, not quite meeting his eyes as you focus on making sure your hair is perfect without so much as a phone camera. “Really?” He prodes, “you don’t look it. You’ve been weird since yesterday, did I do something?” Oh, did you ever, Winchester . 

“No, Sam, ‘m fine.” He sighs but lets it go. It doesn’t take more than ten minutes for a stack of pancakes to finish cooking and Sam serves it on the counter next to maple syrup and some chocolate sauce he says he found in the fridge (you made it a few days ago but didn’t like it). 

Thankfully, everyone enjoys the food, and Jess seems like she has a lot to say about him skipping out on you, then coming back all of a sudden, for losing communication with her— she doesn’t bring up yesterday at all which helps you relax since you’re not even sure what you’re going to do anymore.

It’s ten by the time you’re all done and the dishes are in the sink, you (like a fucking idiot again) kiss sam’s cheek, thanking him excessively. “I’m glad you liked it, it was my first time, I think.”

“You think?” He takes a step closer, both hands coming to rest on your waist as he nods. Why does he just love talking when you’re close to each other? Don’t people have conversations a few feet away anymore? Not possible?

“Yeah, I’m not sure if the first time counts, ‘nothin like what you had today, I’ll tell you that.”

“Well, I’m proud of you, it was amazing.” You wish you could say you missed the faint blush on his cheeks, but you didn’t, and it did nothing but make you want to kiss him more.  “When do your classes start?”

“Two hours.” You frown, looking behind him at the clock you have hanged up. 

“Seriously?”

“Dead.” You groan, looking around to find his bags on the floor on your front door, “I already packed.”

“I didn’t know you unpacked.”

“I didn’t exactly, just got some stuff out for this morning, but I’m ready to go, I’ll see you later today?” 

You tilt your head after he kisses it, and you watch him walk away. “Today? What’s today?”

He shrugs, carding the duffel, “nothing specific, just thought I’d see you. If you want.”

If you want. Do you want? “Sure, we’ll see.” He nods, uncertain, before he yells out for Jess who rushes out of her room to hug him, muttering about ‘not being sure if she’ll ever see him again considering he likes to disappear’. 

Couldn’t have said it better, Jess. You don’t have any classes today but some studying would do you good so you lock yourself in your room for an hour before Jess barges in and you’re more confused to find she’s not at Sam’s than you are to see her in lace lingerie. Because. What. The. Fuck.

“Jess!”

“Do I look pretty?” She teases, twirling around like a Disney princess, before going for something more R-rated, playing with the waistband of her panties. “Was gonna wear it last night for Gen, so I wanna surprise her but I’m scared black isn't my color.”

“Slut! Absolute slut. You’re showing me your girlfriend’s outfit? Sluttiest whore there ever was.” She giggles, walking over to your desk, “black is definitely your color, babe, you know that, don’t worry about it, Gen’ll love it.”

She still seems hesitant, but because Jess would rather kill herself before ever giving you reason to comfort her, she changes the subject, closing your books, “okay, tell me about Sam.”

“What about him? He’s in class— or has class in an hour, just like you do.”

“You’re breaking up with him?” You shrug, leaning back in your seat, “what do you mean,” she repeats your gesture mockingly, slapping your shoulder, “man up and choose a side.”

“Not a man. And besides, he doesn’t know so—”

“Stop being like this,” she scolds, crossing her arms in front of her chest, though it does nothing for her modesty, not that you care, “I know you and you can’t even fucking focus on anatomy. Come on, you need to do something. Talk with Sam or stop trying at all, there’s no other option and you know it.”

“Yeah well the two options suck.” You groan, slamming your head down on the desk. “I—”

“You love him, yeah.”

“Do you… think he does too?” You mumble against the desk before hearing her sigh. And it fucking breaks your heart to hear it indirectly. She hasn’t said anything even yesterday. She didn’t deny it, but she didn’t confirm that your fears are valid— she is now. She’s telling you again, as if you haven’t repeated it like a prayer in your mind, that you’ve just gone too fast. 

“Sam cares about you, you know that, baby. I mean, he just cooked breakfast after staying the night. You guys shared the bed— he wants you, loves having you around.”

“But doesn’t love me.” You look up at her, already being sure tears will stain your face any moment now. 

“It’s not even about time, it’s just— you’re scared and you’re letting it affect everything else in your life.”

“Isn’t that normal—”

“It isn’t. You know it isn’t. Me and Gen spend almost everyday together, but I know my place in her life, as her friend, girlfriend, lover, that’s all I am. At least for now, till we’re done with college and then me and her will figure it out. You’re different, you’re thinking of the future all the time and you’re overthinking what he says when he’s not here, and Sam's been doing things that don’t sit right with you— I know he has, don’t tell me he hasn’t. The first night you spent at his apartment when we told you about Lily I knew something was off. You don’t deserve to live in fear and anxiety because of a man being in your life. And it isn’t Sam’s fault, maybe— it’s not yours either, but it’s just not the right time.”

What’s worse, hearing what you want to hear or hearing what’s honest?

“Hey, Sam. I know you’re in class right now so just, call me when you’re done, we need to talk.” You wince at the last phrase, regretting it already. You’re about to put the phone down when it starts to vibrate with a call from him. Huh.

“Hey, baby, I’m done with class, I was just speaking with the professor. I haven't listened to your voicemail yet, what's wrong?”

“Nothing,” you shut your eyes at the lie, your breathing heavy, “just need to see you. Or actually,” you can’t bring him in blind, ��it is something. Just, when can I see you?”

“Oh. I have a few classes then the project with Lily, so maybe eight?”

“Is there— when’s your next class?”

“Few hours.”

“Can we meet up now?”

“Is it important? because I don’t wanna cut it short and I don’t want to be late for class.”

“It’s important but it won’t take long.” He sighs, probably at your vague answers before deciding to meet up with you in your apartment. Like the gentlemen he is. That you’re leaving. 

You call Jess the entire twenty minutes it takes him to knock on your door and she helps your through it all, the same way she has the second this started.

He greets you with a smile, though it doesn’t reach his eyes, and somehow that eases your worry. At least he knows something is coming. You close the door behind it and gulp before you let go of the knob and lean against it, not sitting down. He’ll probably want to leave anyways. 

“What’s wrong? Is this about why you’ve been acting this way since yesterday?”

Maybe. Why does your mouth stop fucking working the second you actually have to say something? How on earth is that fucking fair. “It’s not fair.” Oh, great. There goes your speech.

“What’s not—”

“It’s not fair to us, what’s happening right now so I think we should just, you know, like not be together.”

Like, not be together? Way to show off how much of a seventeen year old you actually are.

“What?” He— Sam looks genuinely confused and that’s not something you anticipated. 

“Breaking up. I’m breaking off what we’re doing because it’s just not working.” And that seems to register for him, finally and lets out a defeated breath, rubbing a hand over his face. “What?”

“I knew it was coming, I just have no fucking idea why. Why you’ve been so— I just need an explanation.” 

“It’s everything, okay? It’s my fault, I started this knowing I wasn’t ready for a relationship and you’re great, Sam, but it’s not what I need right now.” You’re not sure what you’re saying half way through, this is not the script you rehearsed and he’s furrowing his eyebrows at you, shaking his head as if to say ‘bullshit’. “It’s a lot of things that we just can’t change about you and about me, we’re just not supposed to be together.”

“Don’t give me that crap, what can’t we change? And why can’t we change it?” He’s frustrated, not exactly angry and you wish you could gauge more of his feelings than just that but the truth is you’re radiating fear and anxiety that you can’t focus on anyone else’s emotions. “And why are you so tense?”

“Because I’m—”

“Breaking it off doesn’t mean you have to be shaking.” His voice is slightly raised so he cuts himself off, taking a breath before taking a step towards you, “You shouldn’t be shaking, okay? It’s fine, I respect your decision, but talking about this is also important.”

“But it’s over, right?” He tilts his head in confusion. “I mean, because, you’re not trying to convince me or anything, you’re just asking.”

“I’m not, what does that even mean? Do you not want me to fight for us?”

“Fighting for us would entitle fighting me, so I don’t think so. I’m sure this is the right thing to do, Sam. I’m very sure—.”

“Why?”

“Because of a—”

“Real fucking answers.” You flinch at his tone, supporting your weight on the other leg.. 

“A lot of what you think is okay and normal just isn’t with me. Like hanging out with Lily or leaving out of nowhere with Dean—”

“We talked about both of these things before I decided on them! Do you just keep a list of all the things I’m doing that you slightly disapprove of?”

“No, but it’s still early and this just shows we’re not for each other.”

“What about the things that show that we are? Studying at the apartment, the dinners, what was all of that? If you’re gonna make a list at least make it fair.”

“This isn’t a list!” You huff, angry at this point and you move away from the door so you’re not standing face to face, “it’s what I think is right. And I can’t live like this if I’m going to have to be okay with all of these things.”

“Live like this? You’re making thsi sound like—”

“—that’s just the way I see it, Sam.” You’re not sure what you would do if you hear him mock your overthinking. Mock marriage and your future.

“Well it’s wrong. I think we’re good for each other when you aren’t getting in your head about everything. You don’t have to think about things so intensely, and I’m not brushing your feelings aside, I get that they’re there, but if you keep giving them more than they deserve they’ll eat at you.” 

“So will being with you.”

You’re a lot of things, but weak isn’t one of them. You’re starting to think that just isn’t true. And it’s starting to sink in as you watch Sam scoff out a breath, his hands covering his eyes as if he’s willing the entire conversation away.

And you’re starting to think it’s not true when he makes a move to leave the door.

And you’re sure it’s not true when you let him leave without a word.

part eight (epilogue); honey, you're familiar.

title: all my habits came back around (calgary by tate mcrae)

as we near the end of this thing I made that you guys decided to care about, I want to say thank you. I wrote the first chapter as a one-shot, and here we are over thirty thousand words later. I'm so grateful to this fic for how much it has allowed me to interact with the fandom and the amazing people in it.

on another note, this is not the end— don't worry— though this is exactly how I wanted the fic to go because when I wrote this, I had a very specific character in mind: one who is self-sabotaging and constantly struggling with an internal battle, she's complicated. While, of course, she will figure that out, it won't be now, and it won't be with Sam.

this doesn't spoil anything for the last and final chapter, but I did want to give some of my thoughts + I'm a sucker for reusing the first words of the first chapter in the end if you guys noticed + swear this series is a happy ending just wait!!

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for remembrance . . .

summary : enemy!draco used your bra strap as a bracelet during class.

warnings : BEWARE BAD SMUT!!!

author note : i hate this, im sorry im not tagging anyone in this fic im too ashamed . i will never open this EVER. lmk if this id bad ill gladly delete it WITH no hesitation

deep down, you know you shouldn't do this.

you shouldnt fuck your enemy, your father loathed the malfoys and the malfoys loathed them too.

so why did you even ended up in this mess with their heir, draco malfoy?

maybe it was his smile, his charming smirk, his gorgeous platinum blonde hair.

whatever the reason that made you sleep with him, you'd hide it from your family and keep it to yourself until you pass.

-

you were patrolling around the other side of the castle, you were extra cautious around the area since it was known people put traps as ‘harmless’ pranks.

you may wonder who even set up these traps? why the mischievous slytherins ofcourse.

they dont want anyone outside from their house to encounter them so they protected their common room entrance.

you saw many visible strings, trip wires.

for fuck sakes, all you wanted to do was to patrol the area and be done with it.

you were almost about to leave the area when suddenly you feel someone behind you holding your hips.

“you couldn't really get enough of me can you?”

his voice. the very voice that kept praising, degrading you that night.

a light pink shade crept up onto your cheeks, both of you were dangerously close.

“im not coming here for you.. im just patrolling the area so i could get off my shift malfoy.” you hissed, he didn't look pleased with your sudden response. “oh really? so you didn't come to be that other night to fu-”

you quickly turned to face him and plant your finger onto his lips to shush him “shut the fuck up! i dont want ANYONE to know what we even- did... that was a one time thing.” you whispered hastily. Draco didn't respond all he did was look at you with lust in his eyes, his blue-greyish eyes shining in the moon light.

he didn't say a word.

all he did was plant his lips onto yours and place his arms on your hips, you didn't even protest but kiss him back with passion.

you both knew this was wrong both of your parents loathed each other. Something was just pulling you two together to do this sinful activity with one another.

before you knew it, you were being carried by draco whilst he was kissing you harder than ever. you noticed where he was going, how his feet completely walked perfectly without stepping on the traps and all.

all you could focus now was draco, and him only.

-

here you are Infront of your biggest enemy, half naked- he looks at you as if you were his prey.

clothes scattered across the room, just one undergarment you left on.

your lacy black bra.

you sat on the bed, being a patient girl you are. You acted quite fiesty in public, but in private you were very submissive for him.

“may i take this off sweetheart?” he asked, his voiced laced with sweetness [ a/n : pls- does that even make sense ?? ]

you nodded at his request, “ah-ah, i need a verbal answer.” he said as he ran his finger on your jawline, his touch sent shivers down your spine.

“yes, yes you can draco.”

he smirked at your obedience. ”good girl.”

he slowly unhooked your bra and before throwing it somewhere across the room he stared at it wickedly.

you started feeling shy, you were really into this. whats worst is your naked, infront of YOUR enemy.

“awh, why'd go quiet pretty girl?”

“i- draco we shouldn't do this..” you muttered. “oh shush, as long as no one finds out were both good okay?.. unless you dont feel comfortable i truly understan—” you pulled draco in for a kiss to shut his trap up, "i want this, i want you draco. i just- dont know what would my parents and your parents would-”

draco understood what you were saying, you didnt need to ramble just to explain it. he quickly pulled you back in the kiss, even more deeper than before.

tounges dancing in sync, mouths colliding with one another. it felt amazing, dracos lips against yours.

you were busy making out with him, you didn't even realise he had been slowly inserting himself inside of you.

all you could think about now was this man, thrusting himself into you in and out.

you chanted his name, "draco, draco, draco. don't stop-" you moaned.

“im not planning to, ill make sure you are fucking full with my cum got it?” you nodded desprately at him, you were so close. both of you were.

his thrust became more faster, he seemed so eager to cum.

he switched postions with you, now you were on his bed. the same bed he masturbates in and thinks of you at the middle of the night, such sinful things were running around his mind.

draco took a look at you, after moaning and groaning your name, he never realised you looked so beautiful. just so perfect.

“shit- draco..im close please—“ you pleaded, “i know baby, cum with me.”

as you both stained dracos bed sheets with eachothers substance (ew wtf i cannot.)

after that, you couldn't remember anything. you blacked out.

-

you woke up in your room, the ray of sunlight beaming onto your (skin color). you couldn't remember anything, it only took a braincell to recollect what happened last night.

draco.

draco? holy shit- you did it again with him!

you secretly hoped draco forgot all about it, and put it behind for the day or maybe even the rest of his life.

but that wasn't your main concern, you had a really important charms exam.

-

you really cannot concentrate right now, you heard the clock was ticking loudly and the time was almost up. you were stuck on nunber 79. you just couldn't anymore, you forgot everything that was learnt, but thats impossible you were the smartest in charms (except hermione granger.) it was like your mind was distracted?

until something caught your eye, it was dracos arm. there was something new about it.

a piece of fabric, that seemed familiar.

it was your bra strap that you wore yesterday.

"draco why are you wearing that?!”

“i just need it for remembrance.”

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