#idk I’m weird. make something more fucked up and I will usually devour it like catnip

[angst-is-love-angst-is-life]

Hero x Big Bad ships my beloved

[slytherinwh0re]

Dreams

Draco Malfoy x Female Reader

Warning: SMUT (18+ minors dni) and swearing

Summary: Where Draco has a sex dream about his best friend. (I’m such a sucker for friends to lovers).

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A/N: I tried a different writing style so it might be a lil funky, idk, lmk.

(Y/n)’s small hand travelled lower, skimming over the happy trail that leads to his trousers. Her lips brushed his neck making goosebumps rise across his pale skin, every touch from her would send a shock of electricity through his veins. She was an addiction, and Draco had no desire to overcome it.

The sounds she made would play in his head forever, he was sure of it. Their hands were everywhere, needing to touch each other’s skin; their clothes long forgotten on the floor by his bed.

“Ready love?” Draco hovered over her, so close to connecting them in the way he always wanted.

“Wake up dumb ass.” Fucking Theo.

He groaned to himself, embarrassed that he’d had yet another explicit dream about his childhood friend. He wondered what she’d think if she ever found out, in his head every scenario ended in heart break.

***

Draco had successfully avoided her all week, every attempt she’d made to hangout he’d shut her down with some bullshit excuse but he should’ve known (y/n) would do something about it. That’s how the blonde found himself limb locked and being levitated to her dorm. He was pissed but so was she, and fuck did she look sexy.

“Why’re you acting so weird Draco?” She asked after lifting the spell. It’s true, he had been acting strange but how could he not? Every time he looked at his the witch he’d think back to the dreams he’d been having. A hard dick is the last thing he needs right now, especially in a room alone with her.

“I’m not acting weird.” He wasn’t surprised when she rolled her eyes, an unimpressed look on her pretty face.

“Yes you are, and you’ve been avoiding me. Did I do something wrong?” He hated himself for turning into such a sappy fucking git over her but that sad pout cuts straight through him. Immediately he’s pulling her into his chest, arms wrapping around her body.

“Of course you didn’t, I’ve just been having these dreams and I don’t know how to feel about them.” He was practically squirming but he knew he had to explain himself to the girl or she’d think it was her fault he was being so odd. Who would’ve thought Draco Malfoy would feel the need to explain himself to anyone, then again (y/n) wasn’t just anyone to him.

“Well why wouldn’t you just say that? I’ve been running around all week trying to hangout with you and you’ve barely spoken two words to me.” He doesn’t answer, instead he gives her an apologetic look that has her eyes rolling yet again. “Go on then, what’re the dreams you’re having about?”

The slytherin can’t look her in the eye, the thought of telling her makes him cringe but maybe talking about it will make them stop. “They’re actually about you.”

“About me? What about me?” She pauses, a shocked look adorning her face, “are they like-” she waved her finger between the both of them, signaling to what she thinks it is and he nods, knowing she’s already understood. “Oh- OH.”

“(Y/n), if this changes everything I completely understand but I need you to know I can’t help it, that’s why I’ve been avoiding you.” The witch was silent, she just stared at him and he was sure he’d lost her forever.

That’s why he was so stunned when she started making her way over to him, not stopping until their bodies were an inch away from each other’s. Her hands went around his neck and started playing with the hair there, Draco leaned into her, deciding that if this is what he could get he’d take it.

“Tell me what I did in your dreams Draco.” He about lost it when (y/n)’s lips brushed across his neck, her nimble finger still tugging at his hair.

“This. You’d do this.” She hummed against his skin, acknowledging that she’d heard him. Her hands moved down his chest and over his stomach until she reached the hem of his shirt. The girl looked up at him, silently telling him to take it off.

Draco immediately yanked it over his head, only to realize in that second she’d taken hers off as well, now her hand was reaching behind her back, undoing her bra. Every inch of her skin that’s revealed to him chipped away at his self control but he wanted to see how far she’d take this.

Her bra fell to the floor, her nipples were peaked and begging to be played with but before he could move, she was pressed against his chest. Skin on skin, and she’s kissing him.

The boy felt as if he were on fire, his hand pressed against her lower back, pushing her further into him, deepening the kiss. They moved in sync, their tongues tangled together and hands touching bare skin.

“Did we do that in your dreams?” She pulled away, her lips a bit swollen.

“Yes.” Her smile was contagious, he was sure she’d stop there and he was more than happy to but (y/n) was never one to do what was expected. Instead, she started unbuttoning his trousers and kissing her way down his chest until she was on her knees in front of him.

He was speechless, the sight of the topless girl on her knees for him was enough for Draco to die happy. She had her eyes fixed on him when she got his pants down, already rubbing him over his briefs. With one last smirk she was pulling them down.

“And this? Did I do this to you?” His dick was already leaking with precum when she wrapped her lips around him.

“Fuck yes.” Her hand moved in rythm with her mouth, flicking her wrist every time. The combination had him throwing his head back but he lowered it quickly, not wanting to miss a second of his dick in her mouth. Draco grabbed her hair, needing something to hold onto, the small moan she let out vibrated through him.

(Y/n) watched him through her eyelashes, the pleasure etched on his face had her rubbing her thighs together, desperate for any sort of friction. The girl was usually bold but even this was a little far stretched, even for her. She knew that if she hadn’t taken this opportunity to see where things would lead she’d regret it and damn is she happy she did.

The control she had over him in this moment is empowering, to watch Draco Malfoy fall apart because of her is beyond erotic. She hollowed her cheeks, running her tongue up the base with every bob of her head.

She let him out her mouth with a pop, stood back up, and dropped her skirt and panties.

“Let me show you what I do to you in my dreams (y/n).” Draco’s voice was raspy, the desire he felt for her made his mind cloudy.

“Show me.” That’s all it took for them to find her bed, lips locked, and his fingers sliding in and out of her sopping cunt. Her walls clenched his fingers deliciously, his thumb rubbed at her clit in a way that made her chest arch into him. The blonde brings his fingers to his lips, needing to get a taste. One day he’d devour her but for tonight just a taste would do.

“Ready love?” He lines himself up at her entrance, the anticipation for this moment was well worth the wait. To see his girl naked underneath him is an image that’d be burned into his mind forever.

“I’ve always been ready for this.” She kissed at his neck, pulling away to watch as he sank himself into her. They both let out an airy moan, her hands were back in his hair, and his were roaming every inch of her body.

Draco hitched her legs onto his shoulders, his hips setting a fast pace, her moans filling the room. The witch gripped him like a vice, her nails ran down his chest, leaving scratches that would be left as a reminder of this night for the next few days.

Her tits bounced with every deep thrust, (y/n) could feel herself getting close but she wasn’t quite ready for it to be over. Instead she lowered her legs and flipped them over, the new position had her screaming his name.

“Oh, Draco!” She bounced on him faster, eyes never leaving his fascinated ones. He looked at her as is she was the most beautiful girl in the world and in his eyes she is.

Her body was on fire, every time the pretty girl sank down on his cock she felt herself get closer to the edge. The blonde felt her walls begin to flutter, his hands that were situated on her breasts moved so one was toying with her clit and the other was wrapped around her throat.

The combination of her riding him and his hands on her was too much for (y/n), with his encouragement she found herself clenching around him as they came together. Their names leaving each other’s lips as their hips jerked and their vision went white.

“That was better than any dream.” He told her as they caught their breath.

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[ihaveafandom-problem554]

i love your works oh my god, the wait was so worth it. thank you for doing my requests!! they all turn out great :D despite my username, I’m glad I made an account just so that I could request more of your spider bro content.

okay so uh I’m sorry if I’m requesting this a bit early since you only posted your latest spider bro today but after reading it, a sudden wave of problems and curiosity hit me so I thought:

‘yo aren’t the village gonna question why spider bro and rui only come around during sunset to night time sooner or later? are they gonna make up some excuse about them having some condition where if they stay in the sun for just a little bit they get really bad sunburn?? like “yeah so our parents died because they went out in the sun for too long so newbie demon slayers noticed this and thought they were demons in disguise and killed them, haha runs in the family amiright” idk ?? (sorry that’s a weird death) I like to imagine they pretend to be albino so that they can have an excuse in case someone ever asks them or say that they have jobs in the day time to support each other so they just visit around night time.

but honestly, I think the village would be a little sus of them but then they’ll be like “ehh they can’t be demons, they would’ve ate us already! plus they’re just so kind!!” so yeah.. (unless the village doesn’t really know about demons, then you can just ignore this)

okay so imma just start putting my ideas and prompt in here yeahh ..

so what I imagine is that the village knows about demons, but most just chalk it up as some sort of folklore to keep kids from wondering at night by themselves. however some (mostly the elders) claim to actually experience demon attacks so despite practically everyone living these two, they have their eyes on them just a bit..

the elders there would usually gather some kids and tell stories about demons roaming the night hunting for humans, and there would be people who would be as strong or stronger than the demons and slay them by cutting their heads off with a special blade- they say that there’s a whole organization dedicated for these specific people! and that those people who would sometimes come to the village with an odd uniform on are part of them.

one day while spider bro and rui visit the village, ashai drags them to where his grandfather would tell stories about demons and how the grandfather’s father were part of that organization and was called a “hashira” who mastered the sun breathing.

after that ashai would be like “that’s just gramps being all weird again with his whole demon slayer stuff, but it’s pretty interesting! it’s only a folklore though so you have nothing to be scared of. honestly, there’ll be times where I think you’re both demons or something because you guys act like you don’t know how to function as a human being sometimes, haha” and the spider bros would just be like “aha.. yeah..”

some of the elders start noticing that they only came around night, and unfortunately, not everyone is friendly. they kind of start interrogating them to the point where the other villagers would politely step in and tell them that they’re just kids with a condition that runs in their family (and rui becoming fed up then almost slashing them into ribbons). of course, a small portion of them don’t stop and are.. quite positive of it and would be a bit passive aggressive towards the two.

alright so I’ve come up with some ways it could go but I have no idea, you can decide which is better or somehow merge them together or mismatch and combine things,,, :D

1: obviously, the spider siblings can’t survive on human food. they’ll need human blood, the human food is just for when they get bored of eating humans for a bit. but.. how are they gonna get some? they can’t eat the village, and as much as they found the elders annoying they couldn’t since 1, they were pretty much right about them, and 2, if they were to eat the elders/anyone who found them suspicious even more people would start growing sus of them.

maybe.. the demon slayers that came to the village every now and then?

(name) would usually just use his spiders and take at least a cup (or two if rui’s feeling hungry) of their blood and bandage them up to go.

it lasted for a few weeks, so he thought he could control it.

him and rui did their best to try and suppress the urge, they really did.

they vowed themselves to not eat innocent people after meeting the friendly village.

but whenever a demon slayer would come to the village and whenever they took one or two cups of their blood, the more they craved just devouring them right there and then.

it was true that the two had a dislike for demon slayers, but they can’t say that most of them aren’t innocent. (I mean.. they kind of aren’t too)

they can’t do that.

but…

a few more cups won’t hurt, right?

a few days pass, and the butterfly mansion has been getting more and more demon slayers, most of them were from dangerously high blood loss, just enough for them to live and walk.. kind of.

and they all came from near the mountain.

but.. (I’m assuming this is after the fight between tanjiro and rui, but instead rui got away before tomioka could show up) didn’t tomioka, shinobu, and a few other demon slayers slay all of the demons there? unless there are a few hiding.. however they claim to not have entered the mountain, and instead went straight to a nearby village. they also claim to not have remembered anything about getting their blood taken, just waking up on a floor near the village with their arm bandaged up (it always happened at night time, too).

two or more days pass before they send some demon slayers to come investigate.

these demon slayers of course being tanjiro, inosuke, and zenitsu (plus nezuko).

when they arrived, it had been around 5 to 6, just before the spider siblings came to visit.

as they entered, tanjiro could smell a very faint scent of a demon almost everywhere (mainly around the shops and the people)- so faint that he could’ve missed it if he wasn’t searching for demons right now.

but before he could try to track it down, many young children from the village ran up to them and started excitedly asking about their uniform and their swords.

“are you guys demon slayers?”

“are grandpa’s weird demon stories are true?”

“can I touch the sword???”

it was no secret that they stood out from the crowd, and the villagers usually didn’t really question it because each demon slayer looked pretty normal and bland.

tanjiro smiled remembering his younger siblings all getting ready to eat and play during spring time.

zenitsu noticed tanjiro being confused and told them that demon slayers weren’t very well known, but it seems like it’s a folklore from around here.

and inosuke, of course was about taken aback by all of these mini humans running around them and was about to fight them until tanjiro reassured him.

ashai ran towards them thinking that rui and (name) was here a bit earlier than usual but was a bit disappointed when he got closer to clearly see their faces (and a boar head).

I TOLD MYSELF I SHOULD'VE ADDED A SCENE WHERE OLDER SPIDER BROTHER EXPLAINS TO ASHAI THAT HE GETS REALLY BAD SUNBURN BUT MY LAZY ASS SAID NO. ACTUALLY FUCK ME WHY AM I SO LAZY!?

Anyway let's do this..

Ok so the Village are familiar with demons and demon slayers but they take it as a Folklore since the grandparents keep mentioning it to the kids.

And before [Name] brung Rui, Ashai did ask him why he only came when the sunsets. And [Name] told him he was really sensitive to the sunlight, like, to the point it would actually burn him really bad.

And Ashai looked at him saying, "You could've just said you get really bad sunburn.."

And yes, his mom did smack him for saying that.

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"Hi Ashai! You seem happy today."

"[Name]! Rui!" Ashai called out, running towards the two boys. Rui immediately pouted when he noticed the voice calling up to them wasn't one of the kind ladies trying to offer him food. Meanwhile, [Name] smiled at the boy's presence and walked faster towards Ashai.

"Yeah! I want to bring you to my grandfather-”

“Why?- Wait was is that..” Rui interrupted causing Ashai to stop walking and face Rui. “You did not just ask what a grandfather is.”

“I did. Now I want an answer.” Rui demanded his facial expression not changing a bit. Ashai sighed before explaining what a grandfather was, later explaining what a grandmother was, then explaining what a great grandfather and grandmother was.

Before Rui could ask anymore questions about people’s parents, Ashai changed the subject to the reason why he wanted to take them to his grandfather. 

‘Demon slayers’ was the first thing that came out of Ashai’s mouth and it made the two spider sibling’s heart drop. Rui’s heart dropped even deeper once he heard the word ‘Hashira’. It was almost impossible to hide the fact that it bothered him greatly.

Ashai turned around to race the two, and met their petrified expressions. Thinking they were terrified about the demon folklore, he immediately stopped talking and cupped [Name]'s face to try and reassure him.

"Oh no don't worry! It's just some dumb folklore, there's nothing to worry about! The demons aren’t real, it’s just some dumb story to keep the little ones from going outside at night. Its just gramps being all weird again with his whole demon slayer stuff, but it’s pretty interesting! Again, it’s only a folklore though so you have nothing to be scared of.” Ashai says letting go of [Name]’s face and opens the door for the two siblings to walk through. “Honestly, there’ll be times where I think you’re both demons or something because you guys act like you don’t know how to function as a human being sometimes, haha” Ashai joked, hoping to lighten the mood a bit

[Name] nervously laughed back while Rui just glared.

As the 3 boys walked inside the minka, [Name] noticed no one else was there except for the old man and Madam Yui. Not only that, but there was some strange aura in the air, as if he wasn’t welcome here. Turning over to Rui, [Name] can see his uneasy expression as well. But before he got the chance to say anything, Yui spoke aloud.

“Oh! sorry boys grandpa needs to rest, I’m sure if you come back later he’ll tell you one of his stories.”

A quiet sigh of relief was emitted from Rui. “Aww, that sucks I really wanted to you guys to here some of his stories.” Ashai pouted slightly. 

“Don’t worry, he’ll be awake soon.. Ashai, go over to the bakery and get the box wrapped in blue, its for your grandfather, don’t take to long ok?”

“Ok.. [Name]! Come with me-”

“No, I need him for something, just go over to the bakery real quick, get the box and come back.”

“But-”

“Nothing sweetie.. Hi Rui” Yui smiled, hugging the demon child who had just ran up to her. “How are you baby? Did you eat the food I sent you home with?”

“Go young man.”

Knowing he couldn’t argue any further, Ashai reluctantly went over to the bakery without [Name]. “That boy is obsessed with you, isn’t he?” Madam Yui joked. Unfortunately for [Name], he was too busy staring at the door Ashai just went through to hear what Yui said, causing him to answer a couple seconds late. “H-huh”

“The tempura and Sushi? Yeah we finished it.”

“Oh, you must still be hungry.. [Name] can you close all the blinds and sweep the floor?”

“Of course!”

“Thank you dear, I’ll be in the kitchen with your brother if you need me” Yui said, walking into the kitchen with Rui.

[Name] got straight to work, closing the blinds and sweeping isn’t anything hard...But the strange aura he felt before when he first entered, intensified. It almost felt like the air gotten thicker as well.

As [Name] swept closer to the sleeping grandfather, he noticed something right next to him. Taking a closer look, [Name]'s eyes at the sight of the samurai sword. Why does it look bigger than the usual than the swords I’ve seen.

After staring at the sword for a bit, [Name] finally looked away from the sword to finish sweeping. 

“I kill your kind with this exact sword”

...

“Is that what you tell the demons before you kill them?” [Name] questions, trying his best not to show the slightest amount of fear in his voice. “Every. single. one.” [Name] nodded, but refused to face the owner of the voice and the larger than normal sword. “Your kind disgusts me. Killing innocent souls just for your selfish needs.”

“I don’t know what you mean by ‘Your kind’ sir-”

“Demons.” He spat. “I mean Demons.” [Name] only nodded, no words, justs movements. Speaking of movements, the old man began to get up and slowly move closer to [Name]. Shit, what do I do now?

After hearing Ashai say that his grandfather was a Hashira, [Name] knew that his age didn’t affect the way he moved. The retired hashira can block his way to the door in the matter of seconds. He didn’t want to question how fast he was compared to a sun-breathing hashira. So he put the broom down and finally face the old man who was ten feet away from him. “Who many demons did you ki-”

“You may have fooled everyone in this village with your little story. But I’m not naive.” The sun breathing hashira was now walking towards [Name]. [Name] wasted no time walking towards the kitchen, he could probably notify madam Yui..

If it wasn’t for the sun breather grabbing [Name] by the neck. "Like I said before... your kind disgust me. And don't get me started on your excuse of a leader 'Muzan kibutsuji' (I hate his last name. I've spent about five minutes trying to figure out if the first half was 'kitbust' or 'kibust'). You don't happen to have any information on him do you?" With every word, the hashira tighten his grip on [Name]'s neck. Making it harder and harder for [Name] to breathe. "And don't worry about him finding you after you tell me, I'll kill you the second I get the information I need."

"A-and...wh..if...don't..?" [Name] was barely audible and on the verge of blacking out with the insane grip on his neck. He could taste own blood at this point, but he wasn't concerned about the blood trickling out of his mouth, he was more concerned about how no one was here to save him. Madam Yui told Ashai not to take long, and the bakery isn't far away from here. So what the hell?

Without waiting another second, [Name] unleashed a tiny spider to go and kill the hashira. Sure he was Ashai's grandpa but, it was either this old man or him.

"Have nothing to say? Well that's disappointing.." [Name] could feel his eyes threatening to shut as he Choked on his own blood. "P-plea....sto..p" he tried to plead. "If it wasn't for you disgusting demons.. my wife would've still been alive. I swear, I will defeat your leader, and kill every single one of you good for nothing demons-"

"GRANDPA NO HE ISN'T A DEMON! LET HIM GO" Ashai yelled, alerting Madam Yui who came rushing out of the Kitchen, Rui not to far behind. "Put him down Grandpa! He isn't a demon!" Ashai pleaded, gripping onto his grandfather's hamari, tears threathing to spill from his eyes. "PLEASE STOP YOUR HURTING HIM!"

"Oh Ashai, this isn't what you call a friend. This is a human eating demon, that killed your- OW DAMMIT" The hashira yelled in pain, thus letting go of [Name].

Once [Name] hit the floor, he immediately sucked in as much air as he could before choking again.

"[NAME] are you ok?!" Ashai called, rushing over to help [Name]. Rui would've done the same if it wasn't for Yui protectively holding on to him.

"When was the last time you took your medicine? You almost killed him! He's only a child" Yui quickly scolded the elder. " Oh sweetheart.. that kick was so powerful it almost broke my arm. You should-"

"I'm not and won't become a demon slayer. Go back to your room and take your medicine. You almost killed him!"

"He isn't a kid. That thing is a demon.. And so is the smaller one your holding."

"They aren't demons-"

"They how come they only come out when the sun goes down?" To that Madam Yui didn't have an answer. She never really thought about why they did come when the sun isn't out. Thankfully Ashai spoke up just before the elder could prove his point. "Their both sensitive to sun the sunlight. Both their parents died because of that."

Madam Yui held Rui even tighter as she looked back at the elder. "Ashai go take [Name] to Ms. Reiki." She demanded. Without thinking Ashai immediately picked up [Name] and proceeded to carry him to whoever Ms. Reiki was.

"I know you wanna check on [Name], Rui, don't worry we'll go there in a minute." Yui reassures, while cupping Rui's left cheek. "Yui, your not this naive."

"You should be ashamed of yourself, hurting a defenseless child-"

"He isn't a child.. You know that demons basically have a unlimited lifespan? That 'kid' is most likely 40 years old"

"Your just delusional, you haven't taken your medicine all day have you?"

"I do not need that Goddamn Medi...cine.. What the hell are you staring at?!" The elder quickly spat at the small spider boy who stared at the two adults.

"Nothing.. I didn't know older people quarreled.. I thought only children quarreled." Rui said with pure innocence. "I thought when hu- people got older they learned how to settle their arguments maturely, rather than idiotic children that need someone superior than them to settle it for them"

The two adults stared at Rui, both with different intentions of what to do next. "Oh, Rui, It's-"

"Don't explain anything to that thing." The elder spat. Rui watched as the two adults argued with each other. For some strange reason Rui was invested slightly uncomfortable but couldn't help but listen to what they had to say.

Throughout this argument, Rui learned some new words..

...

"I'm so sorry about my Grandfather, [Name], my mom said he's been having some illusions lately.. I didn't expect it to get this worse." Ashai apologized for the 26th time. "Like... I said for 26th...time Ashai, its ok! I'm fine really.."

"I know but he choked you and called you a demon! Why are you so calm about it?! You could've died!"

".....But I didn't..So..Yay?..." [Name] jazzed-hand. Ashai just sighed in response.

"That's odd.." Ms. Reiki said to herself, but the boys were interested anyway. "What's is it Reiki-san?" Ashai asked, his voice full of concern. "You said your grandfather choked him right?..Oh nevermind it's probably nothing.." She dismisses. "How's your throat? Is it feeling sore?"

"Well-"

"Don't speak. Just nod or shake your head." Reiki quickly spoke. [Name] nodded slightly before smiling at Reiki. "Your welcome sweetie.. Oh! Yui, is everything.."

"Everything's ok.." The two boys turned their heads to face Yui, who had just walked in with a sleeping Rui. "[Name] I am terribly sorry for what occurred and your injuries."

"It's-"

"What did I say about speaking?"

Not wanting to know the punishment for disobeying a nurse, [Name] nodded again with a smile, hoping Madam Yui will see that he forgives her. Thankfully she understood and returned a smile. " [Name] you can go, just remember to take it easy on your throat and take the medication I gave you." [Name] obeyed and made note to throw out the medication, since it had no use to him.

Both Reiki and Madam Yui watched the [Name] walk out with his admirer, Ashai.

As they left, the two women looked at each other with worry some expressions. "How did it even happened?" Reiki asked immediately. "I'm not sure.." Yui answered in disappointment. "I was in the kitchen with Rui because he wanted a snack. Then all of a sudden I hear Ashai yelling something about a demon so I ran out to see him choking [Name]"

"Did he take his medicine? Or did he continue to rant about how he doesn't need it?"

"That exactly" Yui sighed. She looked down at the sleeping Rui she had in her hands. The only thing she could think about was how the situation would have happened if she didn't come out sooner.. Rui would've lost the only member of his family.. he would've been traumatized for the rest of his life.. "The nerve of him to call him a demon.." Yui spoke through her teeth in anger.

Taking a second to rid off any dark thoughts she turned back to Reiki. "I'm leaving now. I want the kids to eat something before they leave, have a nice night."

"Same to you as well"

...

"You need to eat a human"

"I'm aware of that.. But who am I going to eat?" [Name] questioned. It has passed a few weeks ever since the two spider siblings ate a human body. Sure, the human's food is tasty and gives them energy for a couple hours, but it doesn't give them the nutrients they need. Day by day they can feel their bodies growing weaker do to the lack of human blood in their system. [Name] could care less about his own health, he was more concerned about Rui and what he was gonna eat. Every couple minutes or so, he could here Rui's stomach growl from hunger.

It pained him to see Rui in this state. Yet he's been in this state for weeks now and [Name] still doesn't know what to do or who to eat.

"We can eat that old sun-breather" Rui suggested. [Name]'s eyes widen in response. "Or" Rui continued, "We can eat everyone else who called us a demon! We'll make them regret-"

"We can't do that.."[Name] sighed. [Name] knows that Rui's way smarter than this, but after weeks of being around humans and not being able to take a even a bite out of them, is bond to do something to the way he thinks.

"They've been accusing us for being demons, if they suddenly go missing, we would have a lot of suspicion towards us."

"If we can't eat any of the old people or anyone else at the village who can we eat?" Rui asked, completely annoyed. "It's already a problem that we can't go out during the day when the sun's out, so how can we- uhh... [Name] what- what are you doing?" Rui questioned as he watched [Name] create a small spider and send it out to go in the opposite direction towards the deeper part of the woods.

"[Name], What are you?- huh?" Rui stopped talking as he sees a demon slayer slowly walk towards him like a mindless zombie.

"You did so well sweetie~" [Name] cooed to his spider, gently petting the spiders head. "uhh.."

"mh? Oh! I heard footsteps coming while you were talking.. I don't think we can devour the body this time though.. they'll probably send in more demon slayers complaining about a demon."

Rui stared at the demon slayer who had no control over their body. It's right there in front of him, he has every right to devour the vulnerable human, but then at the same time he doesn't. Just because people don't know he's a bloodthirsty demon who needs human blood to survive.

"Cut the skin open, you can suck the blood off of that. Take as much as you want but don't take too much so they can't walk, ok?" [Name] said. "Wait what about you? You need to-"

"It's fine, you need it more than me, I'll just fine another-"

"No. Take some as well, we don't know the next time you'll get choked like that.. or be threaten with wisteria.. we might not be able to regenerate as fast as we used too. I won't take a lot.. A cup or two should be enough to last a week or so." Rui demanded. [Name] only nodded in response.

Rui examined the slayer standing in front of him, figuring out where to suck the blood out of. "Cut open wherever chubbiest and take some blood. I'll send out a couple of my spiders to grab some bandages so we can patch them up. Then we'll leave them here and continue with our day." [Name] said, already making bigger than normal sized spiders to send out to the village to steal some bandages.

"How often are we gonna do this?" Rui asked while using his threads make a 'X' formation around the slayers hips. "I guess every couple weeks? or when your feeling hungry..."

It was surprising how well they managed to control themselves for so long. After taking a little more than one cup of blood, they soon decided to reward themselves with another two cups. After being satisfied, they cleaned and bandaged the body. Later leaving it mindless on the ground waiting for sunrise to come and free it from it's curse.

The spider siblings decided to do this every week or two. Find a slayer, drain most of its blood, patch it up, and pretend like nothing happened. It was hard trying not to devour the human, but the managed. Sure they had to hold each other back every now an then but the really are trying..

Meanwhile the butterfly mansion was trying to solve the mystery of the barely walking slayers with bandaged arms, legs, neck, and or stomach with a dangerously high amount of blood loss.

"Shinobu! We got another one!" Aoi called from the door frame leading to the medical room. "And Yes! Its the same bandaging pattern!" Shinobu sighed, yet kept the smile that was always on her face. This is the 5th one this month, the last person was barely alive.. if this keeps going...

"Oh! Another one?" Kanae (Yes she's alive here, I really miss her) said walking into the same room as Shinobu. "Your back so soon?" Shinobu questioned. "Only for a bit... I do have to get going soon. But since it is still day, I thought I would be able to get some more information on why some of our people are coming back with a terrible amount of blood loss. You care to join me?" Kanae offered, signaling Shinobu to follow her. Without a doubt, Shinobu followed her sister to medical room Aoi was in.

...

"Wait, The mountain that's a couple miles from here?" Shinobu asked, interrupting the story the only stable slayer was telling. "Y-Yeah actually.." The slayer answered.

"That's odd.." Kanae remarked, putting her index finger to her on her chin. "Shinobu, didn't you and tomioka slayed all the demons near the mountain?"

"Yes. Indeed we did.. We even raided the shed near the mountain."

"Act-actually.." The slayer spoke up "I never went to the mountain.. I went straight to the village near the woods."

"Why go straight to the village?"

"I was going to ask the people there if they had experince any suspicious activity. But before I got to the village, I felt something bite me. That's when I passed out. I wasn't sure how long I was out for, but when I woke up.. I was all bandaged up."

"Sorry to interrupt" Aoi interrupted "But, did you ever did get the chance to go to the village?"

"uuh no." The slayer concluded.

" Why'd you asked that Aoi?" Kanae asked. "Oh I wanted to know where the bandages came from. Anyway I should get back to work." Aoi claimed as she quickly walked off.

Aww she want to contribute but got nervous.. Kanae smiled to herself before getting up with a small stretch.

"Well!" Kanae clapped. "We'll send a couple demon slayers to investigate the area... Aoi said the patients claimed that it happened at night correct?"

"Uhh Yeah.."

"Then it's settled we'll send slayers right away to the area.. please get as much rest as you can and stay healthy, we will get to work immediately. Thank you!" And with that Kanae signaled her sister to follow her once more before leaving.

"Are you going to ask any of the Hashira to help?" Shinobu asked. "Well no that's not who I had in mind.."

"Then who?"

...

"We could've got here earlier if SOMEONE DIDN'T MAKE US STOP FOR TEMPURA!" Yelled a very pissed Zenitsu. Inosuke paid no attention to Zenitsu and instead enjoyed the last bite of Tempura he had in his mouth underneath his mask.

"Well it's only 5:48 so we have plenty of time to investigate the area" Tanjiro said trying his best to cause not another fight between Zenitsu and Inosuke for the fifth time today.

Zenitsu sighed. "Well? Do you smell anything?"

"Oh um.." Tanjiro took a second to sniff the air.

The village smelled friendly. Happy kids, happy adults, happy pets, demons, baked goods, fresh food, healthy environment..

"Huh?" Tanjiro said quietly to himself. He took another sniff around, taking him about a minute to finally, fully grab the demon scent.

"It's very faint." He unintentionally reported to Zenitsu. "It's on almost everything..and everyone.."

"Wait.. on the people too?! Dose that mean it's hiding as a human!?" Zenitsu began to panic. "It seems like it... how else would the scent get on the people."

"Start tracking it down gompochiro!!" Inosuke demanded.

"Right I should-"

"Is that a real sword?" A little girl asked. "Oh uh- where did you-"

"Are you a demon slayer?"

"Are grandpa's weird stories true?"

"Why do you have a boar hat?"

"Can I touch the sword?"

"Can I wear the boar hat?"

"Is that a bird on your head?"

A whole bunch of little kids ran up to the three strange looking people and asked them all the questions that came to mind. Not giving them the chance to answer.

Tanjiro smiled at all the kids who surrounded them, they reminded him of his siblings when it was time to eat or going out to play.

"Are Grandpa's weird stories true?"

Tanjiro's eyebrows furrowed. "I thought demon slayers weren't that well known.." Tanjiro questioned Zenitsu.

"INOSUKE STOP TRYING TO FIGHT THE KIDS- huh? Oh uhh I guess it's a folklore around here.. maybe to keep the kids from walking out at night or- INOSUKE NO"

"LITTLE ONES FIGHT MEEEEEEEE!!!"

"No! No Inosuke these are kids, you know? The ones we don't fight!" Tanjiro quickly reassured. "Huh? Why not?? Their just like us but smaller! They can fight!!"

"Oh you got to be kidding me-"

"[Name]! I didn't know you were coming this early- oh hi! Sorry.. I thought you were someone else.." Ashai apologized, he thought [Name] and Ashai came earlier due to the ruckus outside in front. Instead he ran up to a couple of strangers in weird clothes and a shirtless boy in a boar hat.

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So why did this take me a month to post? It's not even that long..

I'll edit this in the morning and answer the other asks in the morning as well.

Remember that requests are still open and have a nice night/day/afternoon/universe

[obxcunt]

Rafe Cameron x Pogue Reader.

A/N: First of all, this is probably trash, i’m really sorry and i’m insecure about my writing hehe. Anyway, Rafe is the cocky asshole and Y/N the horny Pogue, enemies to lovers vibes, classic. And this is their story or more specifically: How they ended up together.

Warning: Light Smut, Sexual tension, Fluff, Light Angst, idk mention of Ward Cameron and John B? Sounds like a warning to me, you might feel the need to throw your panties at Drew afterwards?

Words: 5K

You started working at the country club this summer, which is where you “met” Rafe Cameron. But it wasn’t really the first time, as a Pogue you were already aware of the Kook’s bad reputation. However, this is when things unexpectedly started to change between the two of you.

At first, you tried to avoid him and his friends as much as possible: which caught Rafe’s attention and intrigued him. You were annoyed by his cocky attitude, vulgarity and poor comments regarding your lifestyle and friends but you couldn’t deny his charm.

One day, after another sexist comment from Topper, you decided to call him out in front of everyone, flipping him off on your way back to the bar as well. And your sudden bold attitude picked Rafe’s interest, leaving the Kook boy wordless and turning him on at the same time.

That’s when Rafe started to come to the club by himself without telling anyone, wanting to admire you in peace. He was obsessed with your work uniform, with the way your short tennis skirt always exposed your legs to him. He couldn’t stop picturing himself caressing your beautiful thighs, his mind going wild at the thought of you sitting on his lap.

Rafe didn’t know how to handle his new feelings towards you, especially the most sinful ones. He wasn’t used to rejection, usually women are the ones coming up to him. But you weren’t one of them, you were mostly ignoring him, torturing the Kook boy through the act. You guys were supposed to be enemies, but deep down, Rafe hoped you didn’t hate him.

On the other hand, you tried to not pay attention to the cocky Kook boy. But today, you knew something was going on due to Rafe’s lack of discretion. You could feel his blue eyes devouring you from across the room as you walked by. He was sitting at his usual table with his friends, drinking in silence and ignoring their conversation, too busy looking at you with intensity: the persistence making you blush uncontrollably. And right now, as Rafe licked his lips: tasting the sweet alcohol he just drank. He smirked to himself, wondering how you’d taste.

You left the room, followed by the Kook boy. “What do you want, Cameron?” You asked harshly, noticing his presence as you both walked to the exit. You were craving fresh-air, your cheeks still burning from his last action. “Do you have plans for tonight?” He asked back, opening the door for you, your eyes lingering on his bicep as he held it. “Why—“ You paused, waving at some customers coming in as you both stood next to the entrance. “I’m not interested.” Rafe laughed, grabbing your wrist as you tried to walk out. “Wait,“ He turned you around, gently pushing you against the wall, not caring about the people looking at the two of you. “One date, one chance.” “I don’t understand, you—“ You licked your lips, trying to ignore the warm feeling invading your body as he looked down at your lips. “This is literally our first real conversation, the insults and shitty comments you usually throw at me don’t count. And now, after all, you want to take me on a date? Why? I’m not a dirty Pogue anymore?” He shrugged his shoulders, playing it cool while he was freaking out on the inside, scared to get rejected by you. “I— I don’t know. You seem like a cool girl.” You raised a brow, then rolled your eyes at him. “If this is some kind of bet—“ “No! It’s not— Y/N, trust me it’s not. I’m not very good at this…” You sighed, a bit intrigued by his offer. “Fine, I'm giving you one chance, Cameron.”

Surprisingly, he wasn’t playing with you: preparing a whole pic-nic on the beach by himself, with a few candles and pillows laying on the duvet he had placed on the sand. “Wow, this is actually really nice.” You said, sitting down next to the nervous boy. Rafe smirked, admiring your features glowing under the sunset’s light. He couldn’t tell, but you were trying your best to not look at him, guilt washing you over as soon as you started thinking he looked hot tonight. You weren’t supposed to feel this way. “Don’t look at me like that.” You said, looking at the horizon. “I— I wasn’t,” You chuckled. “I can’t help it.” He admitted, swallowing hard as you looked back at him. “Did you tell your friends about our date?” He asked. “Of course not, and you didn’t say anything to yours either, right?” He shook his head, making you laugh. “I don’t even understand what I'm doing here.” “Stop pretending you’re not attracted to me,” You laughed nervously. “I know you feel it too.” “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You lied, your cheeks heating up under his intense gaze once again. “Listen, i’m sorry for the— everything.” “Rafe Cameron, apologizing,” You smiled at the irony. “That’s very unexpected. Is that your way to get into my pants, Cameron?” The Kook boy coughed, drinking a few sips of his beer to cool down. “I— No.” He said, shaking his head. “You don’t want to have sex with me?” His eyes widened at the question. “Yes, I mean— No.” He groaned, while you simply laughed at his frustration. His eyes went down your thighs, those thighs. “Cameron… Don’t.” You warned, his eyes meeting yours and finding a sudden touch of desire in them. “God—“ You groaned, pulling on your skirt with embarrassment. “This is so weird.” He slowly leaned his head towards yours. “I wanna touch you, so bad.” He murmured, his lips dangerously close to yours. You surprised yourself by briefly looking at his own, secretly wanting to taste them. “I—“ You paused, goosebumps now covering your skin as you felt his fingers wandering along your thigh. You looked down, enjoying the sight of his large hand resting on your thigh. “You want it.” He said, clearly amused by your reaction to his touch. “Wh— What? No!” You objected, smacking his hand away in panic. “But—“ “I— I wanna go home!” You blurted out, getting up and walking away from a very confused Rafe Cameron. Truth is, you wanted this as much as he did but you couldn’t lose your composure, not with him.

A few days passed since your catastrophic date with Rafe. And he’s been avoiding the country club since then, which annoyed you way more than it should’ve had. You ended up missing seeing him, searching for the tall boy’s silhouette everywhere at the club, to only find a void eating you alive. The Pogues knew something was wrong: noticing your silence, how much you were lost in your thoughts and the certain sadness occupying your gaze. You blamed it all on insomnia, too scared to admit your attraction to Rafe Cameron, their enemy.

You saw him again at Midsummers, finally. You were working with your friends that night, not expecting to see him walking in with his family, and a beautiful woman at his arm. You weren’t supposed to feel jealous, but couldn’t help it. He looked at you for the first time in a week, his deep blue eyes not leaving you as he kissed his date on the cheek at, asshole. “Is everything alright, Y/N?” Pope asked, walking up to you. “Yes...” You mumbled, faking a smile. “I— I need to use the bathroom, i’ll be right back.” He nodded, watching you leave, catching the Kook boy’s eyes following you through the crowd.

Once you were inside, you let out a sigh, both hands holding on the edges of the sink as you enjoyed the silence. Rafe ended up following you to the bathroom, a bit worried. He knocked on the door without introducing himself, forcing you to move back to it. “What are you doing here?” You asked, looking at the tall boy standing on the doorstep. “I saw you leaving and—“ You snorted, interrupting him. “Shouldn’t you be with your date, Cameron?” He smirked, sensing the bitterness in your question. “Jealous, Y/N?” He briefly looked behind him, examining the empty hallway, before pushing you back inside as he walked in. He closed the door and locked it, without breaking eye-contact. “I’m not jealous.” You lied, taking a better look at his appearance. He looked sensational in his baby-blue suit, your curiosity wondering how his muscles looked underneath it. “You’re the one who rejected me, remember?” He continued, leaning against the door, repulsing the urge to touch you. “Because all of this doesn’t make any sense!” You snapped out of frustration, scratching your head. “W— We are not supposed to do this, we are not supposed to feel this way.” He licked his lips, walking up to you. “We?” You rolled your eyes at his usual cockiness, crossing your arms. “Did you miss me, Y/N?” He asked, caressing your cheekbone with his thumb, going down your bottom lip as he held your chin with his fingers: the action sending shivers down your spin. You fluttered your eyes, enjoying the feeling. “Look at you, getting weak under my touch.” You opened your eyes, annoyed. “Fuck you.” You hissed, hitting his toned chest, both hands finding their way to his neck. “I will.” He said, pushing against the wall, making you whine. “Rafe—“ He slammed his lips against yours in a passionate kiss, the both of you fighting for dominance with your tongues as he kept his hands on your hips, pulling you closer to him. You were finally tasting them, tasting him: and it was even better than you had imagined it. “Fuck—“ He moaned against your lips, the both of you craving way more than a kiss, the both of you needing to feel the void. “Jump, baby.” He ordered in a whisper, kissing your jawline as he smacked your ass. You obeyed, wrapping your legs around his clothed body and letting the Kook boy carry you to the sink counter. Your hands went directly to his belt, a soft moan escaping your lips as Rafe licked your neck, leaving wet kisses all over skin. “Listen to me,” He said, grabbing your jaw to look at you in the eyes, your neediness driving him insane. “We’re gonna have to make it quick, alright?” You nodded, blushing as you felt your stomach twitch at the sound of his voice. “Good girl.” You moaned at his words, watching him unbuttoning your blouse. You had sex with Rafe Cameron for the first time that night, but it wouldn’t be the last.

The next day, you didn’t know what to expect from him. However, you were both eager to see each other again. You saw him during the day, while walking down the stairs to meet someone at the bar. A sudden shyness invaded you, your cheeks heating up at the thought of him: pulling on your hair, calling you his, choking you, controlling your body, cumming inside you. He noticed you, following you in the hallway and gently grabbing your wrist to turn you around, a devilish smirk on his face. “Hey, you come here often?” He asked, stroking the back of your hand with his thumb. “Rafe…” You laughed, admiring the few marks on his neck. “Last night—“ “Last night was fucking amazing.” You smirked, biting your lower lip. “Yeah, maybe we should do it again someday.” You said. “Yeah, maybe we should…” You hummed, getting lost in his blue eyes, ignoring the noises surrounding the two of you. Last night, Rafe made you feel alive, and you were already dying to feel it again, no matter how inappropriate it was. You sighed, grabbing the tall boy’s face, pulling him in a heated kiss, listening to your heart rather than your head. You both pulled away, out of breath and turned on. “The closet?” Rafe suggested, driven by lust. “Please.”

And it happened again, again and again. You decided to stop counting at some point, enjoying each time like it was the last one. You guys were having sex everywhere, at any time of the day and night, it felt like an addiction: at the country club, at parties (which was dangerous), at his house (in his room, the shower, the pool, his dad’s office) and yours, in the back of his truck or even on the beach. You both liked it rough, but sometimes it turned into soft-love making: “What’s wrong, Rafe?” You asked, coming out of the bathroom and noticing the crying boy sitting on your bed. “What happened?” You walked up to him, kneeling down between his legs. “Hey, look at me.” You said, cupping his face and wiping the tears away with your thumbs. “My dad he’s—“ He paused, his voice cracking. “It’s okay, Rafe...” You whispered, leaning your forehead against his, sitting on his lap. “You’re safe here.” You reassured him, kissing his forehead. Rafe hugged you tight, a few tears rolling down his cheeks. “Do you want anything?” He looked up, sniffing with a sad smile. “You.” He murmured, the confession making you smile.

He held you the whole time, needing to feel you close to him as much as possible because you were the one making him feel safe and loved. His lips barely left yours, moaning and whispering the sweetest words against it. He looked at you in the eyes, pounding into you at a slower pace, smiling wide as you begged the Kook boy for more. He couldn’t stop admiring the beautiful girl underneath him: scratching his back with fierceness, crying in pleasure and screaming for him and only him. He really wanted this moment to last forever, and for the first time he didn’t leave afterwards, letting you fall asleep in his strong arms, holding you close to his heart: where you definitely belonged.

The Pogues knew you were seeing someone: you were constantly on your phone, ditching plans without explanation and quite often wearing bruises around your neck. However, Rafe wasn’t your boyfriend, yet. You both really liked each other, but didn’t know how to express it: your hookups sessions were turning into something more, which seemed a bit scary to you at times. Truth is, even though you both agreed on keeping this as a secret, you really wanted to talk about it to someone, craving advice and reassurance. And it seemed like the universe had heard your prayers, as Sarah caught the two of you having sex in your kitchen the other night.

“Rafe...“ You moaned, bent over the counter. “Fuck— I missed you so much.” He groaned at your words, pulling on your hair as he roughly pounded into you from behind. “Shit— Pretty girl.” You cried, gripping on the edges for dear life. “This is what you get,“ He smacked your ass. “For flirting with a guy in front of me.” “I— I wasn’t flirting with him!” You gasped, his arms pulling you back against his sweaty chest, his lips sucking on your neck as he pounded deeper into you through the new angle. “Shut up.” “Fuck, Rafe—“ He smiled against your skin, loving the power he had on you. “You’re taking me so well, baby. Look at you, getting fucked in the kitchen. You like that, huh?” You cried at his words, your hands holding on his arms for support. “Cum for me.” He murmured, hitting your g-spot, your legs shaking at the impact. You were about to, until someone arrived in the kitchen: Sarah, holding your backpack in hands. “Y/N, you forgot your—“ She paused, screaming in horror at the sight of the two of you: breathless, moaning mess. “Shit— Sarah!” You tried to call her, but she threw the backpack on the floor before running towards the front door. “Well, it was obviously going to happen at some point.” Rafe said, pulling out of you and putting his pants on. “I told you to lock the door.” You hissed, grabbing your dress off the ground. Rafe looked at you, noticing the panic submerging you as you struggled. “Hey, hey, hey,” He whispered, gently cupping your face. “Look at me, Y/N. It’s fine, don’t worry.” You pushed him away, dressing up in a rush. “This is not okay— I’ve been lying to my friends for weeks, they’re gonna be so—“ Rafe turned you around, pulling you against him. “You need to calm down, okay? I’m sure they’ll understand, and it’s actually none of their business.” You sighed, kissing his bare chest, your arms wrapping themselves around him. “I’ll stay with you, if you want.” He said, kissing the top of your head. “So… About what we were doing ten minutes ago.” He continued with a smirk, squeezing your ass. “Get out of my house, Cameron.” You said, playfully pushing the Kook boy away. “Your little sister just caught us having sex.”

Rafe dragged you inside his house, holding your hand. “Come on, Y/N.” He said, kissing your temple. “Stay in the perimeter, in case she tries to kill me.” You whispered, glancing at his blond sister walking in the kitchen. Rafe laughed, placing a soft kiss on your lips before letting go of your hand. You sighed, walking inside the quiet room, looking at your friend sitting down at the table with a bowl of fruits. “What do you want, Y/N? Condoms?” She joked, looking away. “Sarah—“ “I can’t believe it, you’ve been fucking my brother for weeks, without telling me.” You crossed your arms, nervously biting your lower lip. “I— I’m sorry. I was scared, because it’s obviously very problematic—“ Sarah chuckled, looking back at you. “No shit, Y/N!” She said, falling back into her chair. “First of all, my brother is an asshole, he doesn't deserve you. Second of all, he hurt our friends many times!” “I know, I feel guilty about us everyday, Sarah!” You shouted, walking up to her. “I don’t know how it happened, but i really like him and—” “Oh my god, tell me you’re not in love with my brother.” She said, visibly disgusted. “He’s not that bad, he’s actually sweet at times. Come on, Sarah. I was the first one to defend you and John B!” The Kook girl sighed, trying to understand how someone like you could love someone like Rafe. “I don’t want you to get hurt. You’re one of my best friends, Y/N.” She said, giving you a tiny smile. “I’m traumatized by the way.” She added, grimacing at the idea of his brother and you having sex. “Please, don’t be mad at me. I— I know this is weird, but i liked being around him and i feel like i might have a good influence on him.” “Of course you have a good influence on him, you’re adorable. But we can’t trust him.” You looked down, crossing your arms. “We are not dating, it’s just—” “You need to tell the others, especially JJ.” You looked back at her, eyes widening. “No way! JJ’s gonna kill him, we all know how dramatic he can be.” Sarah nodded. “Do you really want him to find out the same way I did?” You sighed, shaking your head. Maybe it was time to tell everyone.

Today, you weren’t feeling well, a bit stressed by the whole situation. However, you were excited to see Rafe again at the country club. But when you walked in the dining room, your smile disappeared almost instantly, your eyes leaning on the beautiful woman sitting next to him, the one who accompanied him at the Midsummers. She looked flawless and visibly older than you, probably closer to his age. “Take their order, Y/N.” Your manager said. You sighed, walking up to their table, shaking in your shoes. You saluted Ward, ignoring the Kook boy and his date, the sight of them making you feel sick to your stomach. You started overthinking, wondering if he had been fucking her too, the whole time he was seeing you. You could feel his eyes on you, the intensity distracting you and making you choke on your words as you took their order. “I— Alright, Sir.” You walked away, running out of the room once you were done, hiding in the bathroom where it all started. But this time, Rafe didn’t follow you, his absence breaking your heart.

A few days passed since the last time you saw him at the country club. And he has been acting dead ever since. “Y/N?” JJ asked, stroking your shoulder. “What’s going on? You’re usually excited to eat one of my burgers.” You smirked, turning to the blond boy. “I’m excited!” You faked enthusiasm, trying to ignore the pain you’ve been feeling all night. “Don’t lie to me.” He said, narrowing his eyes and sitting down next to you on the couch. “Is it about that guy you’re seeing? Do you want me to kick his ass?” You chuckled, looking at his clenched fists. “Tough day at work, that’s all.” You said, standing up. “Y/N…” He groaned, watching you walk to John B’s kitchen. “Come on, tell me the truth.” He begged, following you. “Did he hurt you?” Yes. “Can’t we just talk about something else, JJ?” “I hooked up with this—“ You turned around smacking his chest. “You’re so annoying.” You said, rolling your eyes at his amusement. “I don’t want to talk about him, it’s probably not even relevant anymore.” You opened the fridge, giving the blond the ingredients. “You guys broke up or?” You sighed, of course he wasn’t going to let it go. “We weren’t together, we were just… seeing each other.” JJ hummed in response, walking towards the counter. “I don’t know what you’re hiding but—” You weren’t listening anymore, looking into space, rethinking about your conversation with Sarah the other day. “JJ? I— I fucked Rafe Cameron.” You blurted out, the confession surprising him. He let everything fall on the counter before turning towards you, eyes filled with anger. “Please, JJ. Don’t be mad at me. I— I wanted to tell you but i didn’t know how.” He clenched his jaw, walking up to you. “Rafe Cameron? Out of all the guys?” He laughed nervously, ready to raise his voice. “Are you fuckinf kidding me, Y/N?” He shouted at your face, giving you goosebumps. “I’m so sorry…” You cried, looking away. JJ’s features softened at the sight of your tears, guilt washing his anger away. “Don’t— Shit.” He sighed, pulling you into a hug. “Don’t cry, Y/N. I’m sorry for yelling at you, it’s just—“ He paused, the sound of your sobs breaking his heart. He knew something was wrong, he couldn’t be the only one responsible for your breakdown. “What happened?” He asked, caressing your hair, still shocked by the news. “I’m so stupid.” You murmured, head pressed against his chest. “I love him.” JJ sighed, holding you tight. “I won’t let anyone hurt you.” He murmured back, already picturing himself fighting the Kook boy.

“Okay, i’ll be there in ten minutes.” You said, holding the phone close to your ear as you left your house. “No, JJ. I won’t give you my bra to try it on. I don’t care if it’s a bet—” You whined, rolling your eyes and closing the door behind you. “Whatever, see you guys soon.” You hung up, then walked towards your car, entering the driveway when you noticed someone leaned against the vehicle: Rafe. “Leave me alone.” You hissed, trying to shut down your emotions. He looked hot, as always, his devilish smirk still present on his perfectly sculpted face. “I’m serious, Rafe.” You said, pushing him to the right, the Kook boy grabbing your hips with both hands in the act. “Let me explain, Y/N.” You pushed him away, this time with way more strength. “Explain, what? How you fucked someone else behind my back? Because you’re ashamed to be seen with a Pogue?” He frowned, shaking his head. “What are you talking about—“ “I’m eighteen years old, still living with my parents, working at the country club and driving an old car. I’m not some model in her twenties, born into a rich family.” Rafe sighed, passing a hand over his face, tears emerging from the corner of your eyes. “Baby…” He said, trying to take your hand but failing. "Don't— You disappeared for a week.” You tried to open the car door, but he closed it immediately with his hand. “Rafe!” You whined, containing your tears. “Let me explain, Y/N.” He begged, turning you around and slamming you against the vehicle, leaning his face dangerously close to yours. You both looked at each other for a second, wanting to close the gap between the two of you. “I—“ You started, swallowing hard. “I don’t know what to do, kissing you or punching you in the fucking face, Cameron.” He smirked, caressing your cheek. “Nothing happened between us, trust me. Michelle comes from a rich family and my father tried to set us up.” You nodded, sighing. “So, are you married now?” “I told him about us, about my feelings for you.” Your lips parted. “But— But you left and—“ “Remember the last time i did that? The week before Midsummers?” You nodded. “I was dealing with some issues.” You frowned. “Are you talking about drugs? I thought you were—“ “Clean?” He laughed, the sadness in his tone hitting you. “I’m never high around you, because you make me feel better, because you’re my escape.” A tear rolled down your cheek, which he wiped away with his thumb. “But the shit my dad was putting through— it triggered me.” “Why didn’t you call me, Rafe? You can always count on me.” “I know, but after what happened at the club… I felt like shit for hurting you, i didn’t mean to. When you left the room— I really wanted to follow you.” You couldn’t hold back anymore, grabbing his face and pulling him into a soft kiss. “I— I think i’m in love with you, Rafe.” You murmured, your forehead resting against his. “I think i’m in love with you too, Y/N.” He replied, smiling, both hands now holding your shaking ones and giving them soft kisses.

That night, you decided to tell everyone at the Chateau: Rafe driving you to the location and accompanying you. You were nervous, holding his hand as you both walked to the backyard, where your friends were talking. “What the fuck?” Pope asked, being the first one to notice the Kook boy next to you. “Holy shit—“ Kiara mumbled, her eyes stuck on your hands. “What is he doing here?” John B asked, standing up. “What the—“ Sarah covered his mouth with her hand, winking at you. “What’s going on, Y/N?” Kie asked, looking at everyone with confusion. JJ remained silent, examining your boyfriend with a clenched jaw. “We— We are dating.” You said, leaning your head against Rafe’s chest, craving some protection. “Is this a joke?” Pope asked, while your other friends seemed disappointed. “I know he’s been a real asshole—“ “What the fuck!” Kie shouted, standing up. “You were hooking up with him the whole time?” “I’m genuinely sorry for lying to you guys! But—“ You paused, trembling in your boyfriend’s arms, as he held you close to him. “I didn’t premeditated to fall in love with him.” You continued, glancing at Rafe. “I still don’t understand how you managed to make her fall in love with you.” JJ said, looking at his boots. “Wait,” John B said, glancing back and forth between us. “You already knew about this?” “She told me yesterday.” Sarah sighed. “And i caught them having sex in her kitchen.” Kie fake-gagged, looking away. “You had sex in a kitchen?” Pope asked, eyes widening. “Oh my god, shut up.” Kie said, slapping the back of his head. Rafe cleared his throat. “I really like— Love, Y/N.” He said, looking at your friends. “I fucked up in the past, but i won’t bother any of you ever again.” He promised, your arms wrapping themselves around his waist, the small gesture making his heart melt. “Gross…” JJ murmured, looking away. “I know it’s gonna take you guys some time to fully accept and understand but—“ “You defended me, when Sarah and I started dating. I won’t judge you, but i can’t trust him.” John B said, looking at Rafe. “If you hurt her—“ “I won’t.” Your friends looked at each other, still a bit lost and overwhelmed by all of this.

After a few months, your friends were starting to accept your relationship with the Kook boy a bit more: inviting him and his friends to parties, hanging out with the two of you, all of this without causing any drama. It wasn’t easy at first, especially for JJ who’s always been protective, but he knew you were truly happy with Rafe and it was the most important to him. Your parents loved him, especially your mother, who finds him extremely charming, obviously. “I think your mother likes me.” Rafe whispered, glancing at the older woman from across the table. “She definitely has a crush on you.” “The mom and the daughter? Sounds like—“ “If you say porn, you’re gonna have to watch some for a while.” You warned, crossing your arms. Rafe chuckled, caressing your bare thigh under the table. “That’s sweet,” He said, leaning his lips closer to your ear. “We both know you can’t resist me.” “I have other options waiting for me.” You teased back, smirking at him. “Really?” He asked, his thumb caressing your inner-thigh, getting dangerously close to your center. “Well, we’ll talk about it later then.” He said, his eyes getting darker and your whole body shivering at his words. You already knew the outcome of this conversation, your legs already shaking at the idea. “Appreciate them while you can, baby.” He said, moving his hand to your knee. “You’re not gonna be able to use them for a while.”

uhuhuhuh, the end.

[alolowrites]

Everyone’s Got a Sweet Tooth!

Summary: Bakugou hates sweets. You don’t think this is true and begin a mission to discover his favorite candy. After all, you are the brilliant Candy Master who won’t stop until Bakugou’s sweet tooth is satisfied.

Author’s Note: Hello everyone! I’m so glad I was finally able to write a full fic for Bakugou; it’s been so long. Originally, this was supposed to be for the bingo event, but had trouble fleshing out the story’s direction. I really wanted to write this story since the plot was hilarious to me, idk why. 

Please enjoy!

10.30.21 UPDATE: HI!!!!! I went back and edited the heck out of this baby since it’s my favorite Bakugou story I’ve written. I hope it is now decent lmao. Happy Halloween!! 

Word Count: 2.4K+

“Katsuki, what is the meaning of all this?!”

“The hell are you talkin’ bout?”

“This!” 

You marched with purpose and plopped down on the couch where he sat. Bakugou remained unfazed, clicking on the remote control. He mindlessly surfed through the channels with an attention span of an HR recruiter combing through a mountain pile of resumes. Stupid sitcoms, fake ass “reality” tv shows, QVC advertising their products like it's Black Friday all day, every day. Bakugou frowned—why does he pay so much for these useless channels? 

His eyes teared away from the screen as the phone waved frantically on his left. 

You huffed. “According to Maximus Heroes, you—and I quote—‘bleeping hate sweets!’”

Bakugou clicked his tongue. “Damn idiots censored my words.”

“That’s not the point!”

“Then what is?”

“That you hate sweets!” 

You viciously smacked a pillow at him, ignoring his yells. Bakugou snatched the weapon with a growl. For a soft pillow, it felt like a firm foam roller. You stood up and paced around, arms flailing in the air. 

“How can my boyfriend say such a thing?!” You pointed at your signature black top hat. “Do you know who I am? I’m the lovable Candy Master, CEO of the Candy Basket Factory!” 

Bakugou shrugged. “So?”

“So, you can’t say you hate sweets!” You gripped your chest, sniffling a bit. “I feel as though I’ve been betrayed.”

“Would you sit your ass down?” 

Bakugou tossed the pillow at you and crossed his arm; he was too tired to deal with this nonsense. Somehow the QVC channel looked more appealing now. You begrudgingly plopped on the couch, a small pout growing on your face. Bakugou snuck a glance and sighed, tossing the remote aside. 

“Are you seriously so upset about this?” Instant regret flooded through his mind as he remembered that ridiculous day. “It was a freakin’ answer to a stupid question in a stupid celebrity article.” 

“…maybe…”

Bakugou rolled his eyes. You took off your signature hat and examined it; the hat was firm yet soft and had three peppermint candies artistically attached like a beautiful brooch. You moped silently for an eternity until an exciting idea rushed into your mind. Bakugou jumped as you squealed, his mouth ready for snarl, but you beat him to the punch. 

“I got it!” Two hands eagerly cupped his sharp cheeks, your whimsical eyes meeting his feral ones. They did nothing to damper your beaming smile. “You don’t hate sweets; you just haven’t found your favorite candy!”

Bakugou grabbed your wrist yet didn’t pull them away. Another giggle rang throughout the living room as you shot up from the sofa. A specific look crossed your face—one that both irked and frightened Bakugou to no end; he was through dealing with your shenanigans. 

“Whatever you’re thinkin’ about, the answer is no!”

“Too late! The mind is churning,” you piped, taking a cheerful step toward the doorway. Spinning on your heel, you gave a hat tip to Bakugou and declared, “I won’t rest until that sweet tooth of yours is satisfied!” 

Yup, it was too late. Bakugou had no choice but to go along with this dumb idea. Closing his eyes, he slammed a pillow over his face and screamed.

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Ground Zero’s hero agency was buzzing with life. Phones rang off the hook, yet all were answered to avoid the voicemail machine. Interns carried endless stacks of papers, their dying arms begging for relief and fingers stinging from brutal paper cuts. The afternoon shift sidekicks clocked in their arrival while the morning ones yawned out the door.

Everything ran like a well-oiled machine, just how Bakugou liked it. He took great pride in this, hiring only the best and brightest. However, none of them held a candle against him—the number two pro hero. Unfortunately, being a prominent hero brought lots of reports he needed to sign.

And he was not excited about this.

“Um, sir?”

“Damnit, Small Head,” Bakugou growled, halting his pen’s movement. Fiery eyes glared at the man peeking around the ajar door. “If you bring me another paper to sign, I will stab this pen in your damn eye!”

“I-I assure you that I bring no reports, sir!” Kioshi, Bakugou’s personal assistant, waddled inside the office, fixing the tie that was strangling his neck. He slid a peculiar package toward his boss and bowed his head. “You have a special delivery from the Candy Master.”  

Bakugou scrunched his eyebrows. On his desk was a white box with an orange ribbon wrapped neatly in the upper left corner. A tiny card sat underneath it, and with closer inspection, had his first name written across in gold letters. Bakugou shooed Kioshi away, waiting to hear the door close to ensure absolute privacy.

At first, Bakugou had a mini stare-down with the gift. When it didn’t burst into flames, he sucked his breath and snatched the card. Bakugou turned it around to read the following message:

Everyone knows you got a sour attitude, but only I get to see that sweet side of yours. Figured these treats might do the trick. I made them just for you!

Enjoy,

C.M

P.S. These are an ~exclusive~ batch from my top-secret collection! So hush-hush!

Bakugou snorted at your writing, tossing the card aside and opening the box. His eyes narrowed at the vibrant gumdrops nestled above the black tissue paper. White sugar lightly coated the green and orange candies, each twinkling under the natural light that shined through his large window. A smirk curled on his lips; the whole package reflected his hero costume.

“Let’s see how good these are.”

Bakugou ate the green gumdrop. It was chewy and sour, the lime flavor making him twitch a bit. The sweetness kicked in ten seconds later. Bakugou tried the orange gumdrop next, and the acid was strong too but enjoyable. He soon devoured the entire box in one sitting.

Once that was done, he marched out of the office to start his daily patrol. It didn’t take long for a stupid thug to cross his path. Bakugou slammed him against the concrete wall, hauling him up with just one hand. The man trembled in fear but stopped squirming and cocked his head to the side, dumbfounded. 

Bakugou growled. “What the hell are you looking at?”

“Your tongue...it got weird colors, man.”

“Eh? The fuck are you talking ‘bout?” 

Bakugou peeked at his reflection on the store’s window. He recoiled when he saw the horrible swirls of green and orange covering his tongue. A vicious scowl crossed Bakugou’s face, his iron grip tightening around the thug’s collar. The guy’s high-pitched yelps fell on deaf ears. 

“Fuckin’ gumdrops!”

They were crossed off the list.

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“I don’t want it.”

“But, sir, the gift—”

“I know who it’s from, and I’m telling you no.”

“Sir,” Kioshi gripped the massive, cherry red treat in his hand. A black ribbon with long strings almost reached the floor. The assistant sighed. “It’s just a lollipop.”

“Do I look like a fuckin’ baby to ya?” Bakugou crossed his arms, refusing to budge on his childish decision. The irony made Kioshi roll his eyes mentally. “Give it away or something. Now get out.”

“Yes, sir…”

Lollipops were crossed off the list.

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Another day, another gift Bakugou received from you.

They came sporadically and kept the hero on his toes. He never understood why you sent the gifts directly to his office; you both lived in the same apartment for crying out loud! Worst of all, he could never get a single hint on what candy he would receive next. Every time he asked—or more accurately, demanded—you shot him a coy smile and purred, “Ah, ah, ah! It’s a surprise!”

Bakugou wanted to rip his eyeballs out.

However, he reluctantly played along with your stupid game. Whenever Kioshi entered his office, Bakugou masked his slight interest with the usual scowl. If the assistant didn’t bring candy, then Bakugou blamed him for interrupting his private time. The anger was worse if Kioshi brought more reports for him to sign.

Kioshi was thankful for the days when a new candy gift arrived.

Unfortunately, the last three gifts were complete failures. The first was the strawberry licorice, which dangled in Bakugou’s hand. He took a few bites and complained that he was eating a rubber wheel. Next was a bag of colorful gummy worms. Bakugou shoved a couple in his mouth and swore he felt one of them move on its own. Finally, there was the lemon green jawbreaker; it was the size of a baseball. One look and Bakugou shouted over the phone: “You tryna give me dentures?!”

All three candies were crossed off the list. Still, you didn’t give up and sent another gift to Bakugou. He read the simple message on the card:

Chew and blow to your heart’s content, babe!

Love,

C.M

P.S. I promise this won’t change the color on your tongue, haha!

Bakugou opened the sleek, rectangular box and found a bubble gum packet inside; there were three thin pieces. He slipped one in his mouth, surprisingly pleased with the bold raspberry flavor hitting his taste buds. Bakugou skimmed the card again and did as instructed—he chewed.

Typically, an ordinary bubble gum would lose its flavor after five minutes. But the flavor in your gum only got juicier; it encouraged Bakugou to continue chewing. He then blew a tiny bubble before popping it in his mouth. Not bad, he thought as another bubble expanded in front of him. His chews became more aggressive, and the bubbles more prominent than the previous ones. Stupidly, he puffed out a massive bubble, and it grew…

…and grew…and grew until there was a loud pop.

Bakugou’s roars shook the entire building, spilling cold tea all over Kioshi’s shirt. 

Bubble gum was crossed off the list.

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Everything was going well down at the Candy Basket Factory. People lined up outside for the magical tours that ran every hour. Kids bounced off the walls as if they were on a sugar rush while their parents felt a migraine pounding on their heads. Inside the factory, the ceilings were high, and the walls were vibrant like the sun. Laughter rang from every corner as employees chit-chatted about their daily lives; they were relaxed yet efficiently worked to the same drumbeat.

A soft smile crept on your face. You were glad everyone was happy; it was the driving force behind your factory’s joyful spirit. Eventually, that spirit would leave these doors and touch billions of people’s hearts with your precious candies.

Just as you closed your eyes, someone barged into your office and barked your name. You chuckled, spinning the leather chair around to meet a furious Bakugou. His nostrils flared like a bull, and his menacing eyes looked ready to kill. However, the gum’s blobs stuck on his porcupine blonde hair squashed the pro hero’s intimidating aura.

“You—”

“—I’m so sorry, boss!” Nozomi panted into the room, hands on her knees as she caught her breath. “I tried stopping him, but he wouldn’t listen.”

“It’s quite alright, Zomi!” You chirped without breaking Bakugou’s intense eye contact. “I can handle him. Please let everyone know I’ll be busy with an important meeting.”

Nozomi bowed and closed the door behind her. Bakugou wasted no time complaining, his hands slamming on your desk. 

“Quit sending me your cavity-infested garbage! I’ve had it with this fuckin’ game.”

“Oh, come on, babe!” You rolled forward and rested your chin on your gloved hand palm. “Can’t I just send my dashing boyfriend some sweet gifts? Get it!” You jokingly slapped his forearm. “Because candies are sweet? Man, I crack myself up at times…”

“You’re insufferable.”  

You winked at him. “But that’s what you love about me!”

Bakugou gritted his teeth and looked away. A light blush tainted his cheeks; he hated how right you were. You walked around the desk and stood beside him, wiping off the fairy sugar dust on his shirt. He probably barged through the sample stand near the entrance, scaring off the poor intern. 

“Alright, alright.” You gave a gentle pat. “Sorry for going a little overboard with the gifts. I was just excited about finding your favorite candy! I don’t want you hating them.”

Bakugou’s anger subsided. “Why is this so damn important to you?”

“Because I love spreading endless joy through sweets.” 

The answer was simple and innocent. Bakugou blinked and was taken aback by the gentleness in your eyes. 

“Candy makes everyone happy,” you chirped. “Knowing someone’s favorite candy helps me bring their smile back whenever they’re upset or lost. Can’t have the world be all mopey now, can we?”

Your fingers hovered above Bakugou’s head. The gum moved under your command and floated in the air. You flicked it into the trash bin with ease, and Bakugou murmured a quick ‘thanks’ under his breath. After ruffling his hair, you suddenly remembered something sitting on your shelf. Bakugou stared at the small pyramid of chocolate truffles coming toward him.

“I made these babies a few minutes ago,” you said, eying the plate with a proud grin. “Normally, I do a taste test and then send the gift if it satisfies my expectations. But, I got a feeling you’ll love them.”  

Bakugou’s face was unreadable. You gave him a gentle nudge and encouraged him to take one. He sighed before picking a chocolate truffle; it was warm and soft, the cocoa powder dusting his fingertips. After suspiciously staring at the truffle, he ate the entire thing in one go. His eyes widened as all the flavors exploded at once. The crushed red pepper flakes, the hints of rich cinnamon and orange zest, and the bittersweet dark chocolate made from the finest quality found on Earth all danced perfectly together with every bite. 

“So…” You placed the plate on the desk, watching Bakugou swallow the truffle down. “What do you think? Give me your honest opinion! Don’t sugarcoat it, haha! I’m on fire today!”

Bakugou turned away. “I’m leaving.”

“No, wait!” You hugged his bicep with a pout. “I’m sorry, I’ll stop. Just tell me if you liked the chocolate truffles.”  

“They’re good.”

Your smile grew. “Good enough to be your favorite?”

“Sure,” he smirked, shoving another truffle into his mouth. You cheered on the spot after weeks of constant failures. Of course, some of the complaints were nonsense which didn’t surprise you. Bakugou was a picky bastard; the lollipop fiasco served as a great example. You were glad he thoroughly enjoyed the chocolate truffles.

Before you walked away, Bakugou pulled you close to him and crushed his lips on yours. He caught you off guard, but the surprise was certainly welcomed. You soon melted into the kiss after tasting the rich dark chocolate and spices on his lips. Bakugou’s arms snaked around your waist as your hands gripped his broad shoulders.

“You know,” Bakugou’s hot breath tickled your right ear, sending shivers down your spine. “I think I got a new favorite candy.”

“Is that so?” You hummed, a coy smile plastered on your face. 

“Let’s hope it satisfies your sweet tooth then, Ground Zero.”

“Oh, it will.”

After all, you were the one and only Candy Master.

As always, thanks for reading!

10.18.20 UPDATE: Story’s sequel, Gold Coins and a Gold Heart now uploaded. 

[sinfullypassionate]

Just as Friends? - Peter Kavinsky

a/n: this is hella long.. i apologize. kind of got a bit carried away and there might be a part two but idk yet we’ll see how good the feedback is cuties but enjoy x

you and peter had always been close, you basically grew up together so when people saw one they’d usually see the other. you guys were always attached at the hip, that’s just how it was. he was always affectionate towards you, that’s just how he was. wither it was just resting his arm on your shoulder while he chatted with his friends or him randomly holding your hand and playing with your fingers in the math class you shared. peter kind of went off the grid for awhile, specially after his break up with gen and you understood but at the same time he hadn’t been around you in almost a week and you were genuinely really starting to worry. it was just another typical day, it was rainy and gloomy and made you just feel crummy. you wanted to stay home from school but you had a test in lit that you couldn’t miss. i hate being such a great student. you thought to yourself as you walked through the halls. you walked to your locker and was greeted by chris, lara jean and lucas. your three best friends. if it wasn’t for them being there for you with the whole peter thing, you probably would have lost your damn mind.

“remind me again why we have to take english lit?” lucas groaned, looking at his three best girl friends.

“because shakespear must always be learned, lucas. he’s one of the greatest minds in literature and-“ lara jean started but was but off by chris.

“it’s literally nine am, lara jean. i don’t need this right now. please for the love of god, stop talking about this dead old man from like a million years ago.” the blonde haired beauty growled which caused both you and lucas to laugh. lara jean just clicked the heels of her shoes together before making one of her faces, mouthing sorry to her friend as she clutched her books for dear life.

you just laughed before slamming your locker closed, “have i mentioned i love you guys?” you laughed, smiling happily.

“once or twice.” lara jean giggled. as you conversated with your friends, you felt a pair of hands snake around your waist which caused you to jump and elbow the person in the stomach.

“ouch! fuck, y/n!” you heard the person ache, their voice sending shivers down your spine. you turned around to see peter hunched over, holding his stomach as he looked at you in horror.

“what the fuck was that for?” he groaned out, still huntched over.

“clearly because you came up behind her, dumb dumb.” chris smirked, laughing a little.

peter just glared at her before looking up at you with those beautiful eyes that always caused your breath to hitch. “i’m sorry! i didn’t know it was you.” you apologize, helping him stand up straight.

“where’ve you been anyways, kavinsky? s’been weird not seeing you around y/n.” lara jean told him, clicking her heels together again.

“just had to get my head straight is all, but i’m good now.” he smiled, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you into his side. this is new. you thought to yourself.

“that’s great, i missed your ass.” you looked up at him with a smile on your face.

“oh, my ass?” he wiggled his eyebrows which caused you to roll your eyes.

“you’re so stupid, shut up.” you slapped his chest playfully before looking at your friends. there was an awkward silence for a few minutes before greg came up behind you and peter.

“pk! you’re coming to my party tonight right?”

“of course man, they’re all coming too.” he said which made you, chris, lara jean and lucas all look at him. “when did we-“ lara jean started but was cut off by greg.

“alright cool, the party starts at eight!” he patted peter on the back before heading to his locker.

”when the fuck did we agree to go?” chris looked at peter with dagger eyes.

“i know if you don’t go, y/n won’t and i want her to come.” he said, looking down at you. he leaned down to kiss your forehead before looking at your best friends.

okay again that’s fucking new. what is going on with this kid?

“he’s not wrong guys.” you pointed out, pulling your lower lip between your teeth. peter squeezed your side gently as you spoke, there was something different about him and not only you noticed it. as the bell rang, you pulled away from peter only to get pulled back. “let’s skip.” he leaned down to whisper in your ear so lara jean, lucas and chris couldn’t hear.

what the fuck is wrong with him?

“peter, i have a test this period. no.” you mumbled, opening your locker and grabbing your english lit book. ”next period, we’re skipping. i wanna talk to you.” with that, he gave your ass a smack and walked away.

“okay now something is definitely up. did he just fucking smack your ass?!” lara jean looked at you wide eyed.

“i.. have no fucking idea what’s going through his brain right now. but this is just.. weird. i mean before he got with gen he was like really affectionate but now this is just odd.” you stated, shaking your head before walking to class with your friends.

you walked out of class and sighed happily, relieved that you were done with your only test for the day. as you made your way down the hallway, you saw peter already standing by your locker. you just shook your head and laughed, he was something. once you reached your locker, you saw his wide goofy smile and couldn’t stop from smiling yourself.

“why are you so smiley?” you asked, doing your combination and opening your locker to throw your books inside.

“because we’re skipping.” he leaned against the lockers next to you.

“peter, i have art this period. you know it’s my favorite.” you said, grabbing your sketch book and holding it tight against your chest.

“c’mon, i wanna talk to you. please.” he pouted, batting his eyelashes at you as he gave you his famous puppy dog eyes.

fuck, i can’t ever say no when he does that. ugh. you thought to yourself.

“you’re lucky i love you, kavinsky.” you told him, sighing. his smile widened as he grabbed your hand, looking around he made sure nobody was in sight before running down the hallway and out the front doors. once you reached his jeep, you leaned down and placed your hands on your knees trying to catch your breath.

“fuck, peter.” you breathed out.

peter just stood there and looked at you, biting his lower lip. you felt his eyes on you so you looked up and instantly felt your cheeks turn red. he was looking at you like he wanted to devour you right than and there.

what the fuck is going on with this boy?

“why are you looking at me like that?” you asked, standing up straight.

“because of the way you just said my name. it got me thinking about something.” he admitted, a smirk on his lips. you were completely confused at this point.

what was he even talking about?

shaking off the thought, you simply just scoffed and laughed before opening the door to his jeep.

“let’s just go, kavinksy.” you told him, closing the door once you were inside.

a few moments later, you were on the road and had no idea where peter was taking you. “peter, where are we going?” you asked, looking over at him.

“you’ll find out soon, baby girl. just be patient.” he chuckled.

you completely froze at those words. peter never called you anything besides your name or last name. but you’d be lying to yourself if you didn’t feel her heart flutter when those words left his lips. you’d always had a thing for peter ever since the seventh grade but you never acted on it because you never thought he’d like you.

“o-okay.” you stuttered which caused peter to chuckle a little. an hour passed and you knew you definitely were skipping the whole day but you weren’t that mad about it. you loved going on little road trips with peter. you soon pulled up to a cabin and it looked like it came right out of a magazine.

“what is this place?” you asked, looking over at peter.

“it’s my grandparents cabin. they don’t really use it anymore.” he told you before getting out and rushing over to your side.

“why didn’t you ever tell me about it?” you cocked your head to the side.

“because i come here to think when i wanna be alone.” he told you, helping you out of his jeep.

“okay well why did you bring me to the place where you go to be alone?” you asked.

“you’re my friend right?” he looked at you.

“obviously.” you replied, staring at him as if he was crazy.

“do you care about me and love me just as friends?” you just looked at him.

“peter, why are you asking me this? of course i do.” you shook your head, not really understanding why he was asking you these questions.

“so you love me as just a friend?” he bit his lower lip, looking down at you.

you were completely silent. of course you loved him more than a friend but were you really about to tell him that? you looked down at your feet, clicking the heels of your sneakers together. a habit you picked up from lara jean whenever you were nervous.

“look at me..” peter spoke in a soft voice, titling your chin up with his pointer finger.

“do you love me.. as just a friend?” he asked again.

he looked into your eyes and you felt like you were getting lost in his beautiful chocolate orbs. not being able to form actual words, you shook your head and looked down at your feet again breaking eye contact.

“so... you love me more than just a friend?” he asked.

you could hear the smile in his voice which threw you off a bit. still not being able to say anything, you nodded your head and closed your eyes. you were beyond scared at what his reaction was going to be. the next thing you knew, peter once again tilted your chin up with his pointer finger so you were looking at him.

“took you long enough.” he chuckled which caused you to cock your head to the side. before you could say anything, he started talking.

“it’s always been you, y/n. when gen and i broke up, you were there for me and held me while i cried.. told me everything would be okay and things happen for a reason. you were right.” he told you, reaching his hand up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“you and i have always meant to be together. you’re my person, y/n.” he spoke softly as he cupped your cheek in his hand.

you couldn’t believe the words that were coming out of his mouth. he actually felt the same way you did. a wide smile just formed upon your lips, “you’re my person too, peter.” you wrapped your arms around his waist and nuzzled your face in his chest, inhaling his scent.

peter pulled away from you which caused you to frown but the second he cupped your face in his hands and felt his lips against yours, you melted. his lips felt like they belonged against yours and you couldn’t believe you were actually kissing the boy you’ve always been in love with. when he pulled away, you whimpered a little which caused a chuckle to escape from peter’s lips.

“will you finally be my girlfriend, baby girl?” he ask lovingly as he looked into your eyes.

leaning up on her tippy toes, you pressed a kiss upon his lips and pulled away with a smile on your face.

“i’ll take that as a yes.” the tall boy chuckled before picking you up bridal style, causing a squeal to escape your lips.

walking inside the cabin, peter laid you on the couch and hovered over you. “i love you.” he whispered before leaning down and pressing a sweet, soft kiss upon your lips.

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #203

I’m not dead, World of Warcraft just devoured my life again.

Have you ever been inside of an abandoned building? Yes; a shack first, but we picked up the courage to just barely set foot into this small building absolutely littered with newspapers and such. Almost went into the main house, but my sister, friend, and I were too intimidated by the idea. I didn't want to imagine what could be in there; already anxious by that age, I worried about feral animals or homeless being in there. Have you ever actually believed in monsters? (Like as a kid) Yes, I think. Do you have any fascination with the macabre? Examples? Oh boy, do you know me? I find most gore cool, I love bone art/vulture culture sort of stuff, I find death and decay fascinating, then there's the roadkill photography I do (done in only great respect/to show the horror of what we can cause), dark and especially gory artwork... I could go on for a while. Do you actually think skeletons are scary? I LOVE skeletons, add that to the above list. I was always excited in school if our science class had a replica in it. What monster movie is your favorite? This is broad... You mean like, actual monsters? Not like Freddy Krueger, per se, and focused on them? Hell I dunno, maybe Monsters Inc., lol. Is Hocus Pocus really a good movie, or a bit overrated? We cannot associate if you so much as dislike Hocus Pocus. What witch-themed movie/show is your favorite, anyhow? See above. Do you like The Nightmare Before Christmas? Hell yeah. Ha, pretty funny though: I'm not obsessed with the movie or anything, yet people give me sooooooo much Jack Skellington stuff for my birthday and/or Christmas. I do love Jack, totally, but you'd assume I was more in love with the character than I actually am. Do you count it as a Halloween movie and a Christmas movie? Halloween, for me. Do you like Jack or Sally better? Jack. What other Tim Burton works do you enjoy, if any? Corpse Bride and Alice in Wonderland are my absolute favorites, then there's Frankenweenie, Beetlejuice, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, James and the Giant Peach (literally my lil sis's and my childhoods), and probably more. I just love him. Are there any ‘dark’ or ‘spooky’ films you recommend? Absolutely the original Blair Witch Project. Spoiler, you never see the "witch," and that just made it so much spookier, particularly when there's a scene that seems to have a high chance of her showing up on the camera. It's very convincing in selling it as "based on a true story;" the characters act realistic in the situations they're in and are very dedicated to acting well. It's my personal definition of a "good" horror movie. If anything, shit, watch it for the ending. Creepiest goddamn thing. Just for fun – what would your personal hell look like? Yeesh, let's not visualize that... On Supernatural, do you like the angels or demons better? I am way, WAY behind, but from very faint memories, I believe the demons. Have you ever purchased anything from an occult or New Age shop? What? No. Do you know any Pagans/Wiccans? I believe one of my old friends is Wiccan? Do you know any Satanists? I don't believe so. Would you ever keep a tarantula as a pet? Nah. Are there any urban legends in your area? What are they? Looked it up and apparently NC does have some, but idk about *my* area. Do you find dead trees beautiful? Some, like really big ones. Who was the last person you sat next to? Mom. Are you embarrassed to let others see you without makeup? No. Have you ever had a nickname at your church? If so, what? Don't believe so, when I grew up going to church. What was the last stuffed animal you bought? Not sure. Maple trees, fir trees, or palm trees? Maple. Which biblical name do you prefer: Naomi, Esther, Rachel, or Joanna? Naomi, easily. I used to want to name my hypothetical daughter that. Which biblical guys name do you prefer: Seth, Jedidiah, Ezra, or Buz? Seth. Who is the hardest working person you know? MY. MOTHER. She works her fucking ASS off; I'd like to see most people handle even a single day in her life. Can you name any songs by Godsmack? A few: "No Rest For The Wicked," "Whatever," "Mama," "Voodoo," "Voodoo Too," "Hollow," "Time Bomb," "The Enemy," and... that may be it? What has been the most exciting moment of your life thus far? Meeting Sara. How deeply do you care for your education? Is it something you take seriously? I don't really know how to answer this. Like... I care, but I don't care enough to be competitive about it or obsess over it. I target for just being "enough." Would you prefer to go to a beach or to a park for a day, and why? What would you do? Park. The beach is too hot, windy, and I hate the feel of sand. Idk what I'd do at the park considering there are various kinds... What are five things you own in your favorite color? Tank top, iPod, uh... I'm blanking. Is your favorite clothing store close to your house or do you have to travel far? The nearest one is like an hour away. In real life do you laugh like ‘haha,’ ‘hehe’ or something else? The former. Do you have any unusual skills? No. Do you have any bug bites right now? No. Do you like to look at other peoples’ houses? Sure, when riding by them. What’s the weirdest compliment you’ve ever received? Good question. Maybe my toes are cute? (They're fucking tiny.) Would you say you’re more witty or childish about jokes? Witty, I guess. What do you think about video games? One of the greatest technological achievements. Video games brought forth a new form of entertainment to enjoy, one that can hold someone's focus for hours and stay fun. They can also tell fantastic stories, just like reading a book or watching TV, and the more and more realistic in vision games are becoming, it just becomes easier with every game to feel more immersed in the universe. What would you, or do you, study at college? I'm going for zoology. Have you ever had, or wanted, a pet ferret? Oh my god in Heaven, yes. They are so damn cute; when Sara was here and we were in PetSmart for something, I actually started tearing up and squealing because of how GODDAMN PRECIOUS THEY WERE, like they all came up to the glass pawing at us, and watching them play was one of the cutest things I've ever seen. The only thing holding me back from getting one is the fact I know they are veeery messy and require a lot of care. Is there anything you find undeserving of the hype it received? Eh, don't feel like thinking about this. In other words, idk and idc. Do you think it’s better to label yourself than be labelled? Who cares, honestly. Don't restrain yourself with a label, and what others see in you and you following along with it solely because of that is naive. What’s something you do a lot? Over-evaluate anything and everything, because my OCD has been an absolute beast for the longest time. Are you currently on any other websites? Twitch and deviantART are open. Have you ever been told you naturally tilt your head a certain way? YES. I have done this since like... late middle school or earlier when the hair to the right of my part covered my eye. My mom points it out all the time, and no matter how many times I've tried to unlearn it, I can't do it. My head physically feels weird if I straighten it. When was the last time you laughed at someone? Some time earlier when I was watching Mark play GTA. Do you have any projects on the go right now? I started a massive YouTubers video with "High Hopes" over a month ago, and now I haven't touched it since the day I started lmao. Do you, or did you, really look forward to when you can finally move away? Eh... yes and no. I really question my ability to be that independent. What’s the worst tattoo you’ve ever seen? Who knows. What’s your favorite name ever? Alessandra. Are you a hat person? No. Have you ever forgotten how to do something simple? Ha, yeah. Have you ever been hit on by somebody way too old for you? Possibly an old family friend; he had this thing for being REALLY flirtatious with my older sister, and then me sometimes as I got older. We were never alone with him or anything, I mean he did it right in front of our mother and dad (he fucking loathed him because of it, probably still does), so we think he was joking? Have you ever climbed a chain-link fence? Yes. Have you ever had to run from the cops? No. Do you know anyone who is constantly humming? No? Are you afraid of any specific animals? I mean the usual insects and spiders, then there's the few more unusual ones such as SLUGS, MAGGOTS, larvae in general really, whale sharks, worms... probably others that aren't coming to me. Did anything comical happen to you today? No. Are you any good at fussball? Not especially. Who do you usually dream about? Jason is most often in the ones I actually remember. Yay. It made sense when I wasn't even beginning to heal, but now that I am and I STILL have them despite having fully and entirely moved on, I finally just asked my mother if it was normal, which apparently it is extremely common with even "recovered" PTSD victims. Shoulda asked/looked it up way sooner... Do you visit your dentist as often as you should? Yeah, thanks to Mom. She always ensures I stay updated with medical exams/appointments. I'm lucky as hell to have her here to keep my life straight. Do you still have a teddy bear? Maybe in the bags in the attic? Did you get any Girl Scout cookies this year? No. They don't come here. What’s your favorite fairytale? Bitch Shrek don't even @ me it's a fucking fairytale. Do you apologize when you know you should? Usually. In most cases, I feel overwhelming guilt otherwise. Do apologies really make anything better? Sometimes, to a degree. Can other people tell when you’re high? I've never been high. Do you own a birdcage? No. Have you ever planted anything? Yeah. Have you ever been blackmailed into doing anything? No. What eyeshadow color looks best on you? I only ever wear black. Can you tolerate small children? jfc no. In almost any situation. Even my niece and nephew, I can't be around them but for so long without getting burnt out or aggravated. What’s the stupidest behavior humans partake in? Holy sweet mother of The Lord God Almighty- Have you ever seriously considered suicide? Yeah. Did you ever hit anything while learning to drive? I like... immediately hit a curb lmao, and I STILL can't turn past them without the risk of running over it. It's one of the things that's holding me back from getting my license yet. Which movie’s musical score is truly memorable? UM, The Lion King??????? Hurry the FUCK up July. Which TV show theme music do you remember most? That '70s Show. Have you ever bounced any checks? I've never even used a check... How many speeding tickets have you been given? None. Not that I drive a lot. First kiss: quick, sloppy, and forgettable or passionate and memorable? It was fucking adorable and definitely memorable. I don't care how I feel about him now, that's a little event I'll always remember and cherish. Jeff Foxworthy, Bill Engvall, Ron White, or Larry the Cable Guy? OH GOD what was that stand-up show with just them? I LOVED that back as a teen. I don't know who I liked most, but probably Jeff or Bill. I do know Ron was my least favorite, but he wasn't bad. How many bills do you pay online? I'm a 23-year-old "adult" who doesn't have bills. What’s the highest score you ever bowled? Hell if I remember. Nothing impressive. What’s your definition of a good, full breakfast? The "perfect" picture is like pancakes, scrambled cheesy eggs, and bacon. Whats your favorite flavor of jam? Of what I've tried, I only like grape. Are you a fast runner? I can't even TELL you the last time this bitch ran. At school was is/was the main reason you get/got in trouble? It was never severe trouble, just a quick word, but Jason because we'd always hug and usually just exchange a peck in-between going to classes; both were no-nos in our shit school, and the hall monitors or whatever would tell us not to if they saw, buuut we didn't listen. Hell, I think maybe hand-holding was against the rules too, which I know we didn't abide by if that was present. Do you make your views heard or do you hide in the background? It depends. I'd say heard more often, maybe? Do you have many friends from foreign countries? No. Can you open your mouth very wide? No. You know those things at the dentist where you have to bite down straight onto them for an impression of your molars? If the dentist was considerate enough, I'd use the one for older children instead of adult because I canNOT fully bite down on the normal ones without it being incredibly painful and I gag like mad to the point I inevitably tear up. What was the reason for your last x-ray? My knees were being checked with all the horrible pain I'd been dealing with from them. Did you have a rebellious phase growing up? Not for the sake of being rebellious, no. I only had such streaks (and still do) when I saw/see them appropriate to the situation. What religion were you brought up with? Roman Catholic. What is the most common name where you live? I dunno. Elizabeth, maybe? Actually just looked it up for the hell of it and what I found first says William (which I can absolutely believe) and Ava (which I question?). When something really scares you, what’s your immediate reaction? Jump, gasp, and either dash or stare at whatever the source is like a deer in headlights. Does it bother you to be around people who are smoking? Yes. How much time do you spend on the phone a day? Not long at all. I check Instagram usually at least once, and I don't follow a lot at all. Sometimes I check Facebook on my phone, but I usually do on my laptop now. That doesn't take very long, either. Your favorite song lyrics right now: "What I do know is come Judgment Day, I followed love; can you say the same?" from "Natural Born Sinner" by In This Moment. Do you think it’s possible for a rap song to make you cry? Ever heard "Runaway Love" by Ludacris & Mary J. Blige? Bitch you bet it makes me wanna cry. Name three books that have actually made you cry [really cry not a few tears]: I don't think I've ever gone beyond just a few tears, really. The Notebook probably was the hardest on me, though. Or Old Yeller. Idr. Is it easy to annoy you? Maybe. Do you watch musicals? If so, which is your favorite? If not, why not? No, because they make me cringe into a new dimension. Do you wear short shorts & tanktops in the summer? You will never see me in shorts, and I wear tank tops like... always. Always to bed, at least. Does the idea of having a baby at your age scare you? Having a baby period does. No fucking thanks. Do you remember who your best friend was in fourth grade? Quiata. Maybe still Brianna, idr. What band has the power to make you cry by splitting up? None. Is there anywhere in your house that you’re scared to be alone in? No. Any embarrassing/childish shows you secretly still enjoy watching? No. I don't watch TV period, but what I do like, BELIEVE THIS SHIT OR NOT, I'm not embarrassed. Have you ever been admitted to the hospital for a long period of time? I think the longest I was ever supposed to stay somewhere was three months, but that didn't actually happen. The longest I've actually been in a hospital was two weeks, give or take. Would you feel funny if you kissed somebody of the same sex? I'm not straight so obviously not. Name three things in your room that others probably don’t have in theirs: An iguana, a snake, and a rat. In the same general area lmao. What’s something you can cook or bake like a pro? Nothing. If you could pull off any hairstyle, what would it look like? A pixie cut. The kind with the shaved sides. Besides furniture, what’s the biggest thing in your bedroom? Uhhh my snake's cage? Do you diet and exercise regularly? I do a 16-hour fast daily. What’s something that you think is really cute? Even though I don't want kids, I can't see men being really vibrant and cute with babies or toddlers without just alksdfjioawer Would you rather donate time, blood, or money? Hm. I feel like ultimately, money would be most beneficial in the majority of cases? Can grills be sexy on a guy? They are incredibly unattractive on anyone. Are braces cute? Not particularly, but they're not like, unattractive. Unlike grills, they serve an actual purpose and aren't as obnoxious. Which of your friends makes you laugh the hardest? Girt. What brings out the worst in you? Being extremely stressed. I'm seriously snappy and irritable. Would you rather go to Canada or Mexico on vacation? Canada, probably. If you have glasses, do you get days when you don’t feel like wearing them? I don't think about it because I don't have a choice if I want to see. Do you ever wear hats indoors? I don't wear them period. Have you ever played bingo at an actual bingo hall? No. Have you ever pledged money to a Kickstarter and it reached its goal? If so, did you get any fun extra stuff because you pledged a higher amount? No. What’s your favorite comic book/graphic novel? I don't have one. What’s something you can do without looking/with your eyes closed? Type. Is there a color combination that holds a significance to you? If so, what is the combination and what does it mean? No. What was the last thing you swore at? I don't know. If you use Facebook, do you ever look at the Memories page? Ugh no. Let's not remind myself of dark times or more specifically cringy ones. Do you have a drawer where you just throw some random stuff? No. What’s the funniest shirt that you own? I don't find any really funny. What is something you absolutely refuse to pay for? Ummm "fancy" clothing brands, to name one of the top contenders. Has a stray/runaway cat or a dog ever followed you home? If so, what did you do with it? Maybe a cat? I don't think so, though. Is there a stranger you expect to see every day? No. What is something you take pride in? My recovery. What is something you have a lot of experience in? I guess photography? What’s the biggest magnet on your fridge? I don't feel like going to check. Do you prefer things (movies, books, etc) that scare you or make you laugh? Entertainment media rarely actually scares me, but I prefer "scary" stuff. Were you born with naturally straight teeth? Well, I had to get braces, so I would assume not? Do you try not to take a lot of medicine or do you take it whenever? I avoid OTCs when I can; I'm on enough prescribed stuff. Do you prefer original or sour Skittles? Sour. Do you check to make sure your ear phones are going in the right ear? No. Are fireworks illegal to buy where you live? The big ones, yes. People still go to Myrtle Beach on the SC side to buy them tho. Can you talk and work at the same time? No. Do you care more about yourself or more about others? This really depends on what the situation is... and my state of mind at the time. But I think usually myself? It used to be others, but I learned how unhealthy that can be. Do you find it easy to pass the time or do you get really bored? I get bored excruciatingly easily. How often do you re-watch/re-read things or are you more ‘once only’? I'm typically an "only once" person. What color ink do you prefer writing in? Black? Have you inherited any garments from your parents or grandparents? I don't think so. When was the last time you visited the doctor? Why did you go? Around a week ago to get my vitamin D re-checked. Have you ever been in a Catholic confessional? Yes. Who was the last non-relative you rode in a vehicle with? My VR coach. What movie are you looking forward to coming out? I will be seeing the live action TLK as fast as physically possible. What was the title of the last song you listened to? "God Hates Your Outfit" lmao. ^Who performs it? Jeffree Star. Can you do a backflip? No. Is your car newer than a 2004? I don't have my own car. Who is the lead singer of your favorite band? Ozzy Osbourne. How would you feel if you knew you were adopted? If I grew up knowing, I wouldn't feel much of anything new besides the fact I'd be grateful as hell someone chose me. If I just suddenly found out, I'd be inexplicably shocked and furious I was never told. Do you have freckles? No. Do you have dimples? Very clearly on my left cheek, and I have a super shallow one on the right that used to be more apparent. And I have back dimples. When was the last time you went fishing? When Sara was here in June last year. Do you know anyone with a pet that has your name? No. Do you expect to be married in the next 2 years? Most likely not. What was the last injury you received? Probably something from Roman playing. Have you ever liked someone and never told them? Yeah. Do you regret it? No. Do you ever get in weird moods and listen to music you normally hate? Very rarely I listen to pop from when I was a kid. How old is the oldest person you’ve dated? Well, we "dated" for less than a day, but idk. I'd guess he's 27-ish now? Have you ever tried a colorful macaroon? No. What’s the last thing you made out of clay? An anatomical heart, I think? Did you learn to type through a computer program for kids? Not really for kids? We took them in middle school, and they weren't like, super kiddy. How many years were you homeschooled? I never was. What color is the tree outside your window? Uhhh probably green? I don't wanna get up and look. What do you take for pain? Advil/Ibuprofen. Which pharmacy do you use? Harris Teeter. What is this month’s calendar picture? Don't have a calendar. Is there a coffee shop in your town that’s better than Starbucks? N/A Who has the best personality on YouTube? Shane Dawson's is probably the most universally likable, I think. Have you ridden your bike yet this year? I don't have one anymore. What does your bike look like? N/A Who are your favorite kids that you’ve babysat? I babysat only once and hated it. Not the kid, just the duty. Who is your favorite cousin? I don't have a favorite. Does one side of your family live in another state? Both sides do. What states did your parents grow up in? New York and Ohio. What, if anything, are you severely allergic to? Severely, nothing. Have you ever had an allergic reaction to an insect? No, thankfully. Do you spill food on yourself while you eat? Not often. What is a topic you like to answer questions on the most? Meerkats or Mark. Have you ever seen a queen bee outside its hive? I have no clue. Which Clue (or Cluedo) character is your favorite? I was always Miss Scarlet because even as a kid I knew she was hot stuff. Do you watch any old films? If so, name a few of your favorites. I don't really watch movies period. But a few I like are The Outsiders, Old Yeller, Johnny Got His Gun, A Raisin In The Sun, Steel Magnolias... lots of others, really. Just not many are coming to mind immediately. Who are some of your classic era film actors and actresses, if any? Idk. Do you have any novelty ice cube trays? No. Your ex taps you on the shoulder and says, “I still love you.” You say? The only ex who I'm aware even loved me in the first place is Jason, and I probably wouldn't say anything. Got a very strong feeling my PTSD would literally erupt like goddamn Saint Helen and I'd leave the situation in the blink of an eye. I don't love him anymore, and I don't even know if I'd believe him telling me that now, but I know damn well it would fuck with me. Would you ever work at a movie theater? It sure as hell wouldn't be my first pick. At least here, they're grossly underpaid and overworked. Do you have a phone charger in your car? If you have a specific type of cord. Do you live far from your parents? I live with my mom. Dad's like... 20-ish minutes away, if that? Can you go see a doctor alone or do you like to take someone with you? Mom is always with me. Do you like pineapple on pizza? Never tried, never want to. I can just about guarantee I would positively loathe it. Sweet and savory don't mix with me. Do you like to hold hands? With my s/o and I'm comfortable with them, yeah. What’s a show that you absolutely refuse to watch? 13 Reasons Why. How many times have you been in love? Twice. Do you remember how old you were when you started swearing? However old I was in the 7th grade. Last thing you cooked? Toaster strudels in the toaster oven. Movie you want to see? I wanna see the newest HTTYD soooo badly, but I doubt I'll get the chance while it's in theaters. Ever spent the night in a tent? Yeah. What do you call your grandparents? Grammy. The others are dead. Can you snap your fingers? Poorly with my right hand. Can you wink? Only with my right eye. How many keys do you carry with you? One. How well do you know the people you live with? Well, she's my mom and we're very close. Do you own any jerseys? No. Who knows your biggest secrets? Sara. Have you ever ran from your own parents? No. Are you afraid of clowns? No. Do you crack your knuckles? I physically can't, and besides, the sound is disgusting to me. Who IMed you on Facebook last? Girt. Could you see yourself dropping out of high school? I'm long out of high school, and I didn't. Do you have any personal fashion rules that revolve around your own preferences/body type (e.g., you never/always wear a certain color, sleeve type, or length of dress)? I don't wear shorts, tight shirts, dresses, skirts, crop tops, I wouldn't dare touch a romper, I highly doubt I'd wear yellow... just to name the ones that came to me immediately. Do you remember any celebrity whose style you admired when you were a teen? What do you think of that style now? YO Avril Lavigne was my emo model okay. She's still a queen. The last time you had a conflict with someone else, did you confront them about it or keep it to yourself? Do you think it would have been better or worse to do the opposite? Uhhh... I don't remember who this was. When you finally make a decision to do something you have been contemplating for a while, do you become highly anxious and motivated to do it right away? Yup. When you were a kid did you make up lies about your life to make yourself seem more interesting? Alternatively, did you know kids who told these stories and did you believe them? Bitch I made up that a talking wolf came to me and gave me animal powers and the rule was I could only tell three people. I was a fucking weird kid. I know others who have made things up, too. Can you think of a moment from your childhood that was totally “on brand” for you, or consistent with your adult personality? I'm sure there's something, but nothing's coming to me rn. Have you ever warned someone else about something, whether it was about a person in their life or an oncoming weather event? Yup, in numerous scenarios. So, is it "gif" with a hard G or soft G? I say both, but "jiff" more frequently. Is there a book or movie that you thought was about something completely different from what it actually ended up being about? What did you think it would be? Maybe... Is there an item that you bought on a whim, but now consider it a crucial part of your life and you would or have purchased it again? I have no clue.

[weaselle]

I want to share something hidden about myself.

I’m sort of a girl? so I started this tumblr as just, like, a catch-all and curation: anything I miss on other social media usually makes it’s way to my dash here, and it’s also full of cute animals and cool art - win. And I have almost no cross followers and irl friends here, like close to zero people from my facebook friends know me here, so it’s… almost like an alone place with imaginary friends. Anyway, I’ve slowly been filling with this desire to say something about myself for years, I want it out in the universe but I don’t necessarily want a bunch of people in my life to know it, so this seems the right platform, maybe. I’m going to be talking about being… some kind of non-binary. And I would like to start with a kind of disclaimer: I don’t want to move into spaces that I feel are best left for others, people who need those spaces more than I do. I’m not trying to join any communities or participate in other people’s identity situations. This disclaimer will make more sense as I go on. I’m 40 years old (still pretty tho ;) ) and I’ve always presented myself as, and mostly conceived of myself as: cis white male. But I’ve also always been … other than that. On the inside; like, both things. I feel, idk, like… I read about two-spirit shamans, and I think about how that kind of identity must have always been a reality for some people since the dawn of humans, and I feel something on that spectrum, maybe. And there’s a whole other dimension to it, which is that my mother died when I was young - I was very lucky to be adopted right away by her sister, but, since I was 6 years old, I have actively tried to let her spirit live on this earth through me. This is part of the reason for my disclaimer- I don’t necessarily think my experience is very representative of many people who are non-binary. Or maybe it mostly is, I’m more of an accepting-my-friends-as-being-who-they-present-as and less a delving-into-the-deep-personal-exploration-of-WHY-they-are-who-they-are kind of friend, but at least, I don’t think housing the ghost of a dead parent inside your own soul is a component for most people. Anyway, that’s certainly not the whole story with me, either, but I definitely started from a place of trying to live life how a woman would live it. Like, especially when I was in 6th, 7th, 8th, 9th and 10th grade, I was intensely curious about what it would be like to be a woman. In 7th grade I carried around books like Are You There God It’s Me Margaret  - which fact didn’t create a lot of social capital for me (but I feel ultimately that was a far better investment in socialization than I knew at the time). Along with LOTR and everything else a person who loves books reads, I read romance novels and stuff like Clan of the Cave Bear. Books by women that dealt with sexuality and women’s points of view - like The Mists of Avalon, which I devoured over the summer before freshman year. And the whole time I was exploring my sexual awakening, this curiosity of what it would be like to be a woman was present, and sometimes the focus. Women’s underwear, for example, feels super sexy and exciting to wear, if only it didn’t look ridiculous to me on my male anatomy. The thing is, I am DEFINITELY attracted to women. Like, I find some men attractive in a non-sexual way, the way a leopard in peak condition is beautiful, if that makes sense.. and I’ve known three or four men that I’ve thought “if only I wanted to fuck you, I would totally date you” - but, I’ve sucked a couple dicks over the years, and I’m just not that into it. I remember standing naked in the mirror trying to imagine what it would be like to just BE a girl, thinking about how as a late-blooming 14 year old physical body there seemed very little difference anyway, but I wanted so much to experience the entire reality… and trying to reconcile that desire with the fact that no matter how I tried to get into that fantasy, boys just weren’t sexy to me. In 1992 in a small town, with no internet access, I was definitely unknowingly trapped in binary preconceptions of gender and sexuality, while I tried to understand the possibility that I was a lesbian inside. But I never let that thought develop much. I mean the thought has been pretty omnipresent on the back burner of my being, but I’ve always kind of overlooked it with a “not really though”. The reasons are difficult to pin down, but … I had friends who were guys, and I heard their take on things, and I sort of felt that me getting off on pretending to be a lesbian would be participating in something similar to things I found kind of gross about the ways some of these boys were about women. I still wrestle with that. And, while I was lucky enough to have friends and family that I knew were sufficiently supportive that I could tell them I felt like a girl inside, I felt like that understanding would instantly shift to skepticism if I added “and I’m sexually attracted to women”. Like, that felt, and still feels, like one solid step too far to be taken seriously by most of my friends and family, hell, I barely comprehend it myself. Like, if I want to be a girl, but the girl I want to be would be described as a tomboy and I’m attracted to girls… what even am I doing? (It was weird, when I was young and imagined myself as a girl, I wanted to be a girl doing “boy” things like skateboarding and climbing trees and playing video games and fighting and playing in the mud - but when I imagined myself as a boy, I wanted to be a boy doing “girl” things, dressing up and singing and cooking and dancing and being the hub of a spy-network gossip circle. Now, as an adult in this the year 2018, with the exception of social-progression issues, it is utterly unimportant to me what things are “man” things and what things are “woman” things so this isn’t the same; like, I know men are often super gossipy and I’m no longer stuck thinking of ballet as a “girl” thing, so that part of my situation has resolved.) So I went on with my life, as a boy. I mean, sometimes people wondered if I was gay, and my theater-kid ass didn’t get into the overt parts of male culture by any means, but I was definitely a boy. And, as much as I fantasized about being a woman, I fantasized about growing into a man, too. A tall, lithe, broad-shouldered, slim-hipped, ninja-werewolf man in a killer business suit with a harem of super talented funny smart women who were all lovers and let me be their beloved bodyguard and sex parter. Or whatever, I’ve never been good at having realistic goals. And I definitely grew into a man. Like, I still have to consciously check myself to make sure I’m not interrupting women or talking over them, because I didn’t learn how inherent a quality that was in me until I was an adult, because I grew up in modern America AS a MAN, in ways that are undeniable and very real. And while I still STRONGLY wish I could experience life in a woman’s body (y’know, for three weeks out of the month) I’m very comfortable with my male body. Despite my lifelong social and mental issues (or maybe because of addressing them my whole life?) I’m pretty well-adjusted. I like myself, physically, spiritually (liking myself mentally is a 50/50 proposition, but whatever). I’ve come a long way. From a clumsy, socially inept, tantrum throwing, ugly duckling with a scalp condition and a bunch of warts on my hands, I’ve grown into a physically and socially skilled, wart-free healthy-scalped adult man, with slim hips and decently broad shoulders (still no luck on the werewolf thing) and a good handle on my anger management; fit and kind and thoughtful and only a little crazy… I’m pretty damn happy and comfortable with who I have become. I have even wound up in a couple romantic relationships with women who almost exclusively prefer dating other women, and that has been a wonderful low-key way to sort of be this other thing I feel I am. I just ALSO feel this desire to be a woman on the outside, sometimes, because I still feel like a woman on the inside, in many ways. And that leads me right back around to my starting point. I have a huge amount of privilege, and I don’t want to give it up. I feel like it’s my duty to use that privilege on behalf of those who don’t have it, but I do have it, and I take full advantage of it, so, I don’t think it’s fair of me to “come out” as any kind of trans or non-binary person. I feel like I would be taking space away from people who need it more than I do. I am, for all intents and purposes, a cis white male, and I have enjoyed every advantage that comes with that: I get to talk about being attracted to the people I’m attracted to, and it is the “cultural norm” for them to be attracted people who look like me… I don’t even really have any body dysphoria or anything. I’m just mostly comfortable with who I am while wishing I could be more, and isn’t that the human experience anyway? And part of that privilege is getting to not have this, whatever this gender sexuality non-binary thing I experience in my soul, not be society’s defining characteristic of me - I get to have it NOT be the main thing that everyone insists on bringing up with/about me. I’m grateful that it doesn’t have to be what takes all my time and energy, because I have a lot of other things I want to focus on. I have a very real socio-economic revolution I’ve spent almost 25 years putting together that I’m finally starting to get off the ground, in fact- I can’t really afford to get derailed over this. I just… I don’t want it to be THE part of my reality, but the older I get, the more I feel like I need to acknowledge that it is A part of my reality, a real part of me. Somewhere, on the inside, and to whatever extent regrettably not on the outside, I am a lesbian woman… in as much as a person can be who has grown up being treated by society as a cis man. As much as it makes me furious and sad that I cannot avoid adding such an addendum, that I cannot simply say “I feel in my soul that I am a lesbian woman” the plain fact is I have spent 40 years enjoying the privileges of a cis man, and that experience does not a lesbian make. But just here. Just this once. I want to say it anyway. To just accept this part of myself without all those qualifiers and conditions. I am a woman who loves other women. It has literally made me cry now, to have typed that simple sentence alone. So thank you, Tumblr, for being the void I can say this into.

[w0lfbr0thers]

that seems fair - evak drabble

note: idk its 3 am and it took me 2 hours to write this all bc i was bored - enjoy xx

+4k+ words +ch. 1/1

Isak sighs as he leans his chin in the palm of his hand, leaning a bit forward to look up and down the walk way and he sees people flooding through the opening gates immediately, signalling the opening day of the summer fair in Norway. Isak was lucky to get the job here - 350 kroner each day, which wasn't too bad, and he was tired of living off his dad's guilt money he transferred into his bank account every month for rent or something for himself. Isak leans back into the cool shade of the game stall, the heat and humidity already clogging up the supposedly happy and fun atmosphere. The heat is sweltering and the thick t-shirt and khakis aren't making the job any easier. The day starts off slow, but as it progresses on he repeatedly sees the same boy pass the stall at least five times, always glancing over at Isak and catching his gaze which annoys Isak beyond belief because he has not the slightest clue who the guy is.

It starts off simple - the first couple times, the boy only glances shyly towards Isak who just so happened to be looking off into space as he walks by but the deep blue of the boy's eye color was too hard to miss. Isak locks his gaze on the boy's for one second before jerking away, looking down at his feet and he waits a few minutes before he decides the coast is clear of the boy. The last two times, the glances were more confident and daring, the boy's eyebrows raised and a smirk tugging on his lips as Isak watches him pass the gaming stall he stood behind. Isak wasn't one for gawking at cute boys - especially in public places - but damn was this gorgeous man something he couldn't tear his eyes off of.

Soon enough, the day dwindles down with fewer people roaming the fair grounds. Isak is relieved as he closes up the stall, shutting down the lights and locks up the back door, quickly walking over to the food stall where Jonas fusses with the door lock, "Having some trouble, there, buddy?" Isak asks, laughing as Jonas throws down the key on the dusty ground.

"Fuck, why did I take this goddamn job?" Jonas groans, picking up the key and shoving it in his pocket.

"Because I needed to know somebody here, that's why. Did you finally get it locked?"

"I probably broke it but yeah, it's locked. If I can't get in tomorrow I'll call up management. I doubt they'll do anything, but it's worth it. And besides, you offered me weed just for me to accept this job so it's not like I was gonna turn it down?"

Isak chuckles, rolling his eyes as he and Jonas begin walking towards the gates to leave the fairgrounds, "Did you notice that one guy who wouldn't stop walking past the stall I work at?"

"Hm, I think I saw him a few times but he was never looking my way or anything," Jonas shrugs, reaching to open the gates.

Isak bites his lower lip as they stop, Jonas locking the gates behind them, "Well, yeah. Because he was mainly looking at me the whole time he would walk by. I don't know, dude, but I'm getting some weird vibes from it."

"Maybe he's checking you out?" Jonas offers and Isak scoffs, shoving his shoulder into Jonas's.

"I really doubt a guy that handsome would be checking out some dweeb who's working at a gaming stall at a fair," Isak counters, pulling a joint from his back pocket. "Lighter?"

Jonas nods, pulling one from his jean pocket and hands it to Isak so he can light it and he hands it over to Jonas after a drag, "You never know, Isak. He could be the romantic type who takes their dates to a fair."

Isak rolls his eyes, blowing out the smoke and watches as it forms a small cloud in front of his face, "That's super cheesy, though."

"I did it with Eva during second year, she loved it. I won her a teddy bear and then later on that night I went down on her. Wasn't too bad," Jonas chuckles as Isak groans, taking back the joint and he takes a long drag.

"That's not something I want to hear about, dude," Isak sighs, "I just think that one guy might keep stalking me throughout the whole fair."

"If it makes you uncomfortable, talk to someone who patrol the gates and ask them to, like, ban him from entering or something," Jonas offers, taking a drag once Isak hands back the joint to him as they continue walking down the sidewalk.

"If it keeps going on into next week, I'll say something."

"Good on you."

Isak nods and they both drop the subject, finishing up the weed before splitting to head back home. Isak makes it home late, as usual, and finds a plate of food sitting in the microwave, waiting for him along with a note from Eskild that reads; 'Had to work late tonight, baby gay, but I tried to make you something before I headed off. Hope your first night working at the fair wasn't so bad. Make sure to get some rest.'

Isak smiles at the sweet gesture, graciously taking the food into his room as the weed affects begin to wear off and he's immensely hungry as he begins devouring the food, setting the now-empty plate beside his bed and he gets up to change out of his sweaty work clothes and he just crawls into bed in his boxers, drifting off to sleep with the image of the deep blue eyes settled into his dreams and he swears those eyes are like the ocean and he's desperate to drown.

-

"Here you go, hun," Isak smiles, handing a small stuffed pony to a girl, about the age of seven as she grins with pride. "You'll take good care of pony here, right?"

The girl's smile is bright as she nods, causing Isak's smile to widen, "Absolutely. Come on, mamma. I want to share some ice cream with pony."

Isak gives the girl a wave as her and her mother walk off towards the stall where Jonas supervises and Isak stares off into space as people walk past, his eyes drooping a little to block out the sun as a bit of sweat begins to form on his forehead from the excruciating July heat. Isak closes his eyes for a split second and he jumps as he hears fingers tapping on the surface on the surface of the stand and he clears his throat, his eyes snapping open and he opens his mouth to speak but - holy shit. His mouth opens agape as his eyes meet up with the deepest blue - like the ocean. Isak stutters for a minute, heat creeping up into his cheeks as he corrects himself, standing up straight behind the counter as the boy smiles as him.

"I- sorry. Must have spaced off for a minute, my apologies," Isak rushes, taking in a gulp of air as the boys smile widens, his eyes bright.

"It's no problem at all. How much for the game?" The boy asks, gesturing to the bottles behind him. The most basic fair game, but easiest to win.

"45 kroner for three tries," Isak replies, licking his lips as he watches the boy dig through his jean pockets for the money, placing it on the counter for Isak to collect. "Thank you."

"How do I win?" He asks as Isak puts away the money, grabbing the baseballs from the side.

"You take these baseballs-" Isak sets three of them on the counter and the guy takes them, nodding, which signals Isak to continue on, "-and try to knock down the milk bottles that are placed back there. If you hit all of the biggest ones, you get the biggest prize. The large stuffed teddy bear."

Isak gestures up on the prize shelf to the very top where the bear sits, leaning awkwardly against the wall and the boy nods understandingly, a determined look in his eyes, "Why three tries?"

Isak smirks, pressing a button between the counter that causes the shelves with the milk bottles to move side to side, "That's why."

"Hm, a challenge. I like it," The boy winks at Isak which causes his heart to skip a beat. "Shall I begin?"

Isak nods, moving out of the way and to the side swiftly, "Of course. Good luck."

The guy turns to focus on the shifting bottles, raising up a hand and preparing himself to toss and just as the shelves shift, he throws it, knocking down one of the nine big bottles which surprises Isak a bit and he has to admit that he's a bit impressed as the guy continues on with the game. One after another, every shot is perfect as he continues knocking down the biggest bottles on the shelves and Isak knows his goal - win the biggest prize. Isak licks his lips, watching as the boy continues on and eventually, after all three tries, the biggest bottles are lying scattered on the dirty floor of the gaming stall.

"Impressive, for an amateur," Isak jokes, crossing his arms in front of his chest as the boy grins at him, a smug look on his face.

"Can I have my prize now?"

"I suppose," Isak shrugs, pulling a stepping ladder from the side and he reaches up, grabbing the large bear in his hands before bringing to the counter, almost shoving it in the boys face. "Here you go. Congratulations."

"I really don't think this prize will do," the boy pouts, eyeing the large stuffed bear and Isak frowns, giving the customer a strange look.

"What do you mean?"

"Can I exchange for a different prize?" The guy asks innocently and Isak raises his eyebrows as the man pushes the bear back into his hands.

Isak takes it, setting it to the side of the counter, "What do you want as your prize, then? I'm pretty sure you don't want a tiny stuffed animal compared to the large one-"

"I don't want any of those prizes up there," the guy gestures to the shelf. "I want the prize that's right in front of me."

Isak's stomach flips as the words ring in his ears, "What?"

"I want you as the prize instead."

"How can I possibly be the prize, you barely even know me?" Isak interjects, his mouth turning dry.

"I want my prize to be a date. With you."

"Seriously?"

"Seriously."

"I don't even fucking know you let alone your name," Isak mumbles, running a hand through his hair.

"My name is Even Bech Næsheim, and trust me," Even leans forward on the counter and Isak freezes, his heart pounding. "You can get to know me any way you'd like to, baby."

Isak's breath hitches as Even leans back, his skin tingling and feeling ablaze, "I'm- I'm Isak Valtersen."

Even chuckles, "Nice to finally meet you, Isak."

Isak coughs, rubbing his nose as he shifts his weight from one foot to the other behind the counter, "So... about this prize thing. What exactly do you have in mind?"

"As I said, a date. Maybe at Kaffeberrienet? Or, unless it's too warm for a coffee, the local ice cream parlor?" Even offers, his voice smooth and confident and it makes Isak a little weak in the knees as Even stares at him, his blue eyes almost digging deep into his soul and it causes Isak to shudder despite the heat.

"That sounds... good, I guess? But what about the bear? You did win it, you know?"

"Keep it, it's yours," Even shrugs, a grin playing on his lips.

"Even, I can't just take the damn bear-"

"Why not? I won it for you?"

Isak's heart skips again, "You seriously won this dumb thing for me?"

"Why not? It goes together nicely with your cute face."

Isak can't help the sheepish grin that appears on his face, his cheeks turning a deep crimson red, "You seriously don't mean that. You just met me."

"Ah, but I mean it 100%, Isak Valtersen."

Isak sighs, rolling his eyes, "Alright, I guess I'll agree to go on a date with you but on one condition!"

"And what might that be?"

"No hands. All hands off. No touching, no hand holding, no reaching for the other persons drink to purposely make our hands brush together," Isak rushes, knitting his hands together in front of him.

"I can go along with that, it's chill. Do you have to stay here at this shitty stall all night long, though? This day is pretty slow."

"No! No, no. I can probably leave right now. There's plenty of other gaming stalls. We can go right now," Isak says and Even raises an eyebrow, smirking as he licks his lips and goddamn does Isak want to bite his lower lip.

"Shall we go out for that date now, then?"

"Absolutely," Isak grins, grabbing the bear from the counter and setting it on a chair in the corner of the stall, assuring Even he will drag it home with him later (and by that, he means have Jonas drop it off) and he shuts down the lights, locking up the back door to the stall before heading to the front where Even waits for him, a smile spreading on his face.

"Kaffeberrienet or ice cream parlor?" Even asks as they begin to walk off towards the gates to leave the fair grounds.

"Ice cream parlor sounds way better right now, I'm dying of heat stroke," Isak exaggerates, wiping his hand on his forehead to rid it of the sweat that will inevitably return later as they walk. They walk in silence, the tension growing by every minute between the two of them because God does Isak just want to gaze at Even and feel him pressed against him on a wall and -

"Isak?" Even says, breaking the silence and Isak blushes as he breaks away from his thoughts and he finds that he's drifted closer to Even as they have been walking.

"Uh- yeah?" Isak asks bashfully, averting his eyes down to his feet.

"Look at me, Isak," Even says, his voice firm but tender and Isak obeys as he feels Even's fingers ghost on his chin, encouraging to lift his gaze. "What are you thinking about?"

Isak lets out a sharp, shaky breath, "A lot of things."

"Like what?"

Isak closes his eyes for a minute, the butterflies in his stomach making him feel uneasy but sure, "Like what it would be like to have your lips pressed against my own."

The next few seconds are complete silence and Isak is about to break from Even's touch as he opens his eyes, but he finds Even looking at him and Isak's heart is fluttering as Even begins to lean down, slowly and tentatively and Isak's heart is surging, the waiting killing him inside and eventually he just raises a hand to grip Even's hair, urgently closing the gap between them and as soon as their lips touch, it's a hurricane of feelings and actions. Isak finds himself pressed against a brick wall, his breathing hot and heavy as his and Even's breaths mingle between their mouths. Even rakes his hands down Isak's body, slipping his hands underneath his shirt, causing Isak to shiver as he presses his thumbs into his hipbones causing him to press further against the brick wall and Isak chokes out a moan as Even bites down lightly on his lower lip.

"Fuck, Isak-" Even gasps, his knee placed between Isak's legs causing the younger boy to whimper at the slightest brush.

"Please, just fucking kiss me. God, please," Isak whines, grinding up his hips to meet with Even's which elicits a deep, throaty moan and Isak feels a rush of confidence through his blood. "Or take me somewhere, I don't care, just God. Please don't stop. Not now."

"What do you want, baby, hm?" Even asks, bringing his lips to the skin of Isak's jaw and he can feel the younger boy squirm. "You gotta tell me."

"I want you to take care of me," Isak whispers, tilting his head to allow more access to Even as he works his way down to his neck, sucking deep purple bruises in an instant.

"I can do that for you, baby, let's get you back to my place," Even's voice is husky as he grabs at Isak's hand, pulling him into a sprint towards his flat. They rush up the stairs, almost tripping and losing their balance as their hands can't find a way to stay off each other and they stumble into the apartment, closing the door and connecting their bodies eagerly as they tumble into Even's room. Even dips his hands back underneath Isak's shirt, inching it up quickly and throwing it to the side once it's off, taking off his own quickly and throwing it in the same direction. Isak instantly lying down on his back as Even crawls up above him and the sight alone makes Isak almost come in his pants without even being touched.

"What can I do for you, baby?" Even asks quietly, his lips trailing down from Isak's neck to his collarbones - to his chest - to his stomach.

"Fucking anything you want to do to me," Isak gasps, already gripping at the sheets.

"Anything?" Even asks, kissing his way down to the waistband of Isak's jeans and he looks up through his eyelashes.

Isak groans, bucking up his hips slightly as he looks down at Even in between his legs, "Absolutely anything."

Even grins, beginning to work quickly at the buckle and he throws it to the side, inching the tight fabric of the jeans down Isak's legs, yanking them off once they're down at the ankles and he can see the wetness of precum on Isak's boxers and Even just admires him and Isak's perfect body, placing butterfly kisses between his thighs, causing Isak to tremble and shiver.

"Even, please..." Isak whines, throwing his head back into the mattress as Even bites at the sensitive skin between the younger boys thighs. "Please, fuck."

"I'll take care of you, baby, just like you asked for," Even reassures him, slipping his fingers into the waistband of Isak's boxers and he slips them off with ease and reveling in the sound of relief Isak lets out beneath him. "Are you ready?"

Isak nods quickly, biting his lower lip, "Yes, fuck, just please touch me already," And Even does. He doesn't give Isak another minute before taking him in his mouth, tongue swirling at the tip as he comes up, hollowing out his cheeks and Isak lets out a cry, gripping his fingers in Even's hair. Even hums, sending vibrations down Isak's dick which drives him crazy as he grips his hair harder, his legs trembling. "Fuck- holy shit, Even."

Even strives, swallowing down Isak faster as his name tumbles out of Isak's mouth and he just takes in his hot, heavy panting as he continues, his hands pressing down Isak's hips, preventing him from bucking up into Even's mouth.

"That feels - so - fuck - good," Isak pants, squirming as the warm pit in his stomach begins to build. "I'm so fucking close, holy fuck."

Even pops his mouth off at the tip of Isak's dick, causing him to let out a strangled cry, "Do you want me to fuck you?"

"You're such a fucking tease, holy shit-" Isak gasps, but he gives a nod and Even works quickly, pulling a condom from his bedside drawer along with some lube, prepping himself easily.

"Are you good? Do you need stretching?" Even asks, leaning down to press a kiss to the tip of Isak's member.

Isak shakes his head, "No, I'm fine. I... should still be stretched."

"Stretched, from what?" Even breathes hot against the sensitive tip of Isak's dick, causing him to shiver.

"I kind of got off myself last night, I should be good," Isak admits, his face a deep red.

"Thinking about me?" Isak nods. "Holy fuck, that's so hot, Isak."

"God, please just fuck me already," Isak pouts, and Even steadies himself, Isak's hands on his lower back as he pushes himself in and he feels Isak shudder beneath him. "So fucking good. Keep going."

Even quickens his pace, his hips hitting into Isak's with every thrust and every cry of pleasure from Isak keeps him going, the feeling of his fingers digging into his skin sending a pulse coursing through his body, "Fuck, baby, are you gonna come with me? Yeah?"

Isak nods, his eyes drooping and Even swears he's close as he wraps his legs around Even, pulling him deeper and closer, "Fuck, yes. Fuck, Even, fuck."

"Good, be a good baby for me and come with me. I'm so fucking close. God, you're so hot like this, Isak," Even pants, Isak's moaning driving him closer to his high. Even reaches down a hand, wrapping it around Isak and he begins pumping with the rhythm of his thrusting, causing Isak to cry out louder and it's so fucking intense and in an instant Even is coming inside the condom as Isak spews himself all over his stomach and Even's chest. Even shudders as Isak's legs tremble, his chest heaving as Even sports a few more slow and gentle thrusts before pulling out, removing and disposing of the condom in the bin beside his bed.

"Holy shit," Isak mumbles, still on his back, his curls sticking to his sweaty forehead. "Holy fucking shit."

Even laughs, taking a toilet roll from the side of his bed and he tears some off, leaning above Isak to clean him up gently. They kiss lazily for a few minutes as Even wipes the come off of himself and Isak's stomach, disposing of that as well once he's finished, "So much for that date, huh?"

"Shut up, I'm so fucking glad you chose me over that dumbass bear," Isak gasps, pulling up Even's covers as he rolls onto his side, facing Even who's already gazing at him.

"I knew I wanted you more than that damn bear," Even confirms, pulling Isak closer by the waist.

"You're a real fucking tease, though, you know that right?" Isak tells him, raising an eyebrow.

"What do you mean?" Even chuckles.

"We were literally eyefucking all day yesterday and you just now ask me out on a date?"

"Well, I didn't know if you would be interested," Even shrugs, leaning up a hand to brush some hair out of Isak's eyes.

"My eyes didn't give you the hint?" Isak scoffs, entangling their legs underneath the sheets.

"No, I was too busy thinking about what I could do to you to notice."

"Wow, of course you were," Isak rolls his eyes, his eyes beginning to droop from fatigue.

"Did you think you would end the day in bed with a cute guy?" Even asks, smirking.

"Nope."

"Interesting."

"How so?"

"It just seems like you would be the type of boy that has guys and girls drooling all over you," Even replies, tucking some hair behind Isak's ear.

"No, I'm not like that. If I see someone I want, I either wait for them to make a move or make the move myself. I'm the master of having people fall in love with me."

"So I made the first move in this case?"

"You did."

Even hums in a response, running his fingers through Isak's curled hair, "Are you glad I did?"

Isak nods, "I am."

"But can we still go on that date tomorrow, though? I really want to take you out somewhere nice."

"Yeah, that's chill. I'll have Jonas cover for me tomorrow at the fair," Isak yawns, snuggling closer to Even as his phone buzzes. "Shit, did you throw my phone along with my jeans?"

"It was the heat of the moment, what did you want me to do?" Even pouts as Isak gets up, grabbing his phone from his jean pocket and heading back into bed, cuddling into Even's side.

"Oh, speaking of Jonas, he sent me a dozen messages," Isak giggles sleepily as he scrolls through them.

Jonas: Hey bro, where the fuck did you disappear to? I saw you leave with a guy, was it the one who was checking you out? Bossman was looking for you, I covered and said you felt like you were going to pass out from the heat which let you off the hook - for now. Seriously, bro. Text me back when you can unless you got busy. I don't want to hear about that.

"He sounds like a great friend, covering for you while we had sex," Even chuckles, wrapping his arms around Isak's waist.

"I can reply to him in the morning, it's no big deal," Isak sighs, setting his phone on the bedside table as he curls into Even more, allowing his eyes to drift shut.

"Tired?" Even hums, his lips ghosting on Isak's forehead as he holds him.

"Mm, a little bit. It's probably late by now," Isak mumbles, breathing in the scent of Even beside him.

"You can sleep, baby. I can make you some breakfast in the morning," Even offers.

"Can that be our date?" Isak asks, his voice small and quiet.

"Breakfast?" Isak nods. "Sure. Sounds lovely. Now sleep, baby. Goodnight."

"Hm, goodnight. Thanks for a great date," Isak smiles, his body growing warmer with Even's presence beside him.

"No need to thank me, baby. Sleep well."

At around 3 am, Isak receives a text but he's too deep in sleep with Even beside him and it's from Jonas;

Jonas: Lmao bro you totally got laid.

[zaddyzimmermann]

OMGCP Beauty and the Beast AU-

Okay so here is what I got done last night and I tried to edit it as best I can! This is the first chapter so there will be more comin.

ANYWAY I hope you enjoy and there is more coming, this is just what I managed to write until I got exhausted and went to bed (I’m lame I know)

So like disclaimer: three PAST character deaths. I also changed up the prologue a little to fit the story. I’m taking a light spin on it, not too many drastic changes (if you count the reason Jack was turned into a beast a drastic change idk)

Here is the ao3 link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/10454391/chapters/23078457

*******

Once upon a time in a faraway land, a prince lived in a shining castle. Although he had everything his heart desired, the prince was spoiled, selfish and unkind.

“Yo, Jack-O!” Bartholomew Knight, strides up to his best friend, admiring the party in front of them. “Wicked party man.”

Jack clears his throat as a few people from his court glance over with judgmental expressions.

“Right. Prince Jack-O.” His best friend bristles a little, slightly annoyed by Jack’s dismissive behavior.

“Where did Kent go?” Jack can’t help but ask, because his other closest friend was nowhere to be seen upon the lively dancing of the party. Usually he’s in the middle of it all.

“Don’t know, Brah. Probably fucked off somewhere--”

Jack shoots him another glare for the language, causing ‘Shitty’ (he liked to call himself just to get on Jack’s nerves) to sigh dramatically.

“Can you be a little less vulgar?” Jack practically bites the words out, sounding extremely unkind. “Why are you with me anyway? Usually you’re following Larissa around right about now.”

“Never mind. Thought you’d want my company, but I guess I’m an embarrassment. Now I know why Kenny dearest isn’t around. I wouldn’t be surprised if he left the palace again.”

The words struck a chord, and Jack watched helplessly as his friend left his side.

But then, one winter’s night, an old beggar woman came to the castle and offered him a single rose in return for shelter from the bitter cold.

“Hey yo, your highness?” Adam Birkholz, one of the guards approached him with his other pair in tow, Justin Oluransi. 

“--there’s someone at the door. She’s kinda sketch, but we don’t want to turn away a guest.” Justin says.

“I don’t remember inviting any outsiders.” Jack grunts, but he still follows them and weaves himself through the party. Once the three get to the door, a crouched figure with horrible posture shakes from the cold in a dark cloak covering most of their body. He feels the slightest bit of sympathy, but ever since his parents were assassinated, he trusted absolutely no one, and probably never will again.

“Who are you?” Jack demands, placing himself safely behind his two guards.

An old and scratchy voice responds. “Georgia Martin, no one special. I’m just looking for shelter from the cold. It’s quite a storm out there.”

When Jack doesn’t respond, she clears her throat and reaches down to pull something out of her cloak. Jack stumbles back in fear, and his two guards immediately block him from view.

“Relax, Jack Zimmermann,” --she can’t just address me informally like that-- “It is only a rose. A peace offering and a gift, in exchange for your hospitality.”

Repulsed by her haggard and sketchy appearance, the prince sneered at the gift and turned the old woman away. But she warned him not to be deceived by appearances. For beauty is found within, and not every unfamiliar mundane is evil.

“No way am I letting you stay here.” Jack snarls at the woman, setting himself in front of his guards in a fit of anger. “A stranger can’t just waltz in here. This is a palace, not an inn.”

“I will not harm you.” She reassures him. “You have my word. Give me a chance?”

“Only fools allow complete strangers into their home.” Jack says sternly, still a little bit shaken.

“Like your parents?”

His blood runs cold and his hands begin to shake in the beginnings of a panic attack. “Get out.” He snaps, and his tone holds heavy malice that was sharp enough to cut anyone.

And when he dismissed her again, the old woman’s ugliness melted away to reveal a beautiful enchantress. The prince tried to apologize, but it was too late. For she had seen there was no trust or kindness in his heart.

“Wrong answer, Prince Zimmermann.” Her appearance quickly changes in a flurry of gold light, changing her appearance faster than Jack can process. The gold dissipates, revealing a kind and beautiful face that couldn't possibly be ‘mundane’. Jack suddenly feels the cold twinge of regret as the woman gives him a soft smile. A smile that reminded him a little of his mother, and he felt his heart constrict in sadness.

“Whoa-- what the hell are you?” Adam mutters with a look of blatant surprise, while Justin’s mouth is glued shut in silent terror.

Then Jack feels something warm begin to flood over his body, which he assumes is the feeling of magic. There’s no other explanation.

“Stop it.” Jack glances behind him at his frenzied party guests trying to escape. “I’m sorry. You can stay one night. Just stop whatever you’re doing--”

Those were the last words Jack spoke before he felt his body change, causing slight pain deep in his bones. The heartbreaking shouts from his guests and his closest friends fill his ears, which was the most painful of all.

“Jack!” He hears Kent’s voice sound in the background noise, horrified and frightened. “Goddammit, what have you done?”

And his punishment: she transformed him into a hideous beast and placed a powerful curse on the castle and all who lived there.

Like a snap of someone’s finger, everything went silent as objects clattered to the floor and his body burned with a raw sensation.

He glanced in a nearby mirror and reeled backward from what he saw. That woman-- that witch-- had turned him into some kind of monster.

Ashamed of his monstrous form, he concealed himself inside his castle with a magic mirror as his only window to the outside world. The rose she had offered was truly an enchanted rose. Which would bloom until his twenty-first year if he could learn to love and trust another and earn their love and trust in return.

“Until you can learn to fully love another and trust them with your love, you will stay like this.” The enchantress's voice rang loud and clear, and quite frankly terrifying in the sudden, eerie silence.

And when the last petal fell, then the spell would be broken. If not, he would be doomed to remain a beast for all time. As the years past, he fell into despair and lost all hope.

“This is for your own good, Jack.”

For who could ever learn to love a beast.

******

“Mama,” Eric slips on his shoes and grabs his bag, ready to slip out the door. “I’ll be right back. I have to grab some eggs from downtown.”

Eric Bittle lived in a small town, one that wasn’t too keen on accepting the fact he liked to bake rather than take the “manly” job in his family. His mother is a very talented baker, so why not take after her? It was only him and his mother, which is why the townspeople were more critical. His father died when he was just a baby. His mom never talked about it, because it was still too hard. All he knows is that he was named after his father, and that his mother missed him every single day.

He always hears what the town says about him, because it still is a very small town and word travels fast. He’s weird. He’s a puzzle that can’t be solved. He’s unconventional, spending all his hours in the kitchen. However, one thing out of all the nonsense is true; He’s gay. And you’re goddamn right he is. It’s no secret, because he doesn’t hide it anymore.

His Mama is always supportive, and that’s all he really cared about anyway. Everyone else is background noise, because Eric Bittle knows there’s something else out there other than this poor provincial town. He has other plans, so none of the whispering and rumors really matter.

“Mama?” He shouts louder so she can hear him this time. “I’m getting more eggs.” He repeats.

She pops her head out from their small kitchen, flower spread across her cheek. “We’re out already?”

“You made that emergency wedding cake for the Williams family, remember?”

“Oh! Right! You’re such a smart boy. Maybe we should start raising chickens for our own eggs.”

“Mama, we would have nowhere to put them. You refuse to give up the horse.”

“Señor Bun is family, Eric Richard Bittle.” His mother scolds. “And you named him in the first place, so don’t even give me that look. We need him anyway so I can travel.” She gives him a warm smile as a goodbye before retreating to the kitchen.

Eric greets all his favorite people as he makes his way through the busy town. It’s always hectic this early in the morning.

When he finally makes it to the market Robert, the kind food vender, smiles and raises an eyebrow. “Eric! My best costumer. I could have sworn you were here yesterday.”

“I was. We ran out of eggs.” Eric shrugs with a sheepish smile, already pulling out his money.

“You practically keep me in business, so I’ll make you a deal.” He hands Bitty the eggs in a small basket, a look of appreciation on his face. “I expect one of your famous pies. The last one you made me was devoured by my family before I even got the chance to try it.”

“You got it.” Eric smiles, giving him a small salute. “I’ll hand it to you personally the next time I’m here… Which will most likely be tomorrow.”

“That’s gratefully appreciated.” Robert winks before Eric makes his way back home. This might actually be the first morning he doesn’t run into--

“Eric! My future husband. My love and joy.” The familiarity sends a shiver of irritation up his spine.

“Hello, Chad.” Eric sighs, turning around to see Chad, the most beloved, wet dream of the entire town.

He saunters over with his goon in tow, scurrying behind him as Chad makes his way up to Eric with terrifying speed.

“I was thinking,” Chad throws an arm around him, causing Eric to flinch in surprise. “You. Me. Alone out on the hill overlooking that sketchy ass patch of dark clouds that never disappears out yonder that no one questions.”

“I’ll have to pass on that. Again. For the thousandth time you’ve offered.” Eric slides out from under his arm, but doesn’t make a move to walk back home because Chad will just follow him like always. “You do realize I’m a man? I’m sure the three women that always appear when you’re around would love to be with you.” He says the last part with sincerity.

“Of course I know you’re a man.” Chad grins, completely ignoring the last half of Eric’s reply. “Why would I limit myself to one gender? Psh. Ridiculous! We’ve talked about this before. Besides, I want to marry the hottest piece of ass in this town. And that, Eric Bittle, is you.”

“Chad.” Eric runs a hand over his face, and surely people are watching their exchange by now. “How many times do I have to tell you? I’m not marrying you.”

“This is true love, Eric Bittle.” Chad pouts his lips, like he’s a begging puppy.

“Um, I’m pretty sure this is harassment--”

“--anyway.” Chad cuts him off before he can finish. “I’m rich and hot. What’s not to love?”

Eric has given up at this point, so he decides to just ask, “Chad, how do you manage to track me down every day, anyway?”

“Oh, I usually wait up on the hill right by your house every morning and follow you around until I find the perfect opportunity to court you.”

Eric blinks, slightly terrified by the admission. “Chad, that’s creepy.”

“It’s romantic.” He defends with a slight glare.

“I’m going home. See you tomorrow.” Eric mutters before quickly escaping.

“Bye babe!” Chad calls after him. His daily run-ins with Chad are his least favorite thing about this town.

Some days are harder than others. Like when people so obviously give judgmental looks when he’s buying more baking supplies, or he’s handing out his pies for free to families that can’t quite afford dessert. ‘The least he can do is help provide for his mother. Poor thing, lost her husband at such a young age.’ That’s what most of them say, at least. Like his mother isn’t more than capable of holding her own. It’s not like she raised a child and kept a roof over their heads for nearly nineteen years.

When Eric returns home, he hears his mother humming in the kitchen. She hasn’t left since he went out to buy more eggs.

“Hi Mama.” Eric kisses her cheek before placing the small basket beside her. He glances at the cookies already cooling off. “How did you manage to make those without any eggs?”

“I’m innovative.” She grins, looking extremely excited. “I think I just discovered a loophole so we don’t have to use eggs all the time. What a money saver! Maybe I can buy you new skates by winter, since your last pair fell apart.”

“When are you leaving?” Eric asks, still nervous about her departure. His Mama makes more money that way, leaving town to sell her baked goods in different towns. He always fears that one day she simply won’t return home, and Eric will be all alone.

“Oh Dicky, not until the morning.” She reaches over and cups his cheeks, like she does when she senses him worry. “Let’s just get your pies done for now and not think about it.”

“Okay.” Eric says softly as she releases his cheeks and begins pulling the supplies they need out of cabinets like it’s second nature.

The next morning he helps his mother load everything into the carriage, and feeds Señor Bun before his long journey.

As his mother hops onto the horse, she gives Eric one last encouraging smile. “I’ll be back before you know it, honey. What do you want me to bring back?”

“Oh. Uh.” Eric frowns, because his mother doesn’t have to get him anything. However, his mother does it for his comfort. This way, she has to come back to him. No matter what, because a promise is a promise. “Just get me anythin’ really. Whatever you think looks pretty.” He grins as his mother rolls her eyes.

“Hold down the fort while I’m gone.”

“I always do.” Eric laughs a little, then reaches up to squeeze her hand one last time. “Be safe, Mama.”

Then she’s off, and he watches her disappear from view.

He loves his mother and he loves baking, but there has to be something more out there than this. He just knows it.

“Eric!” Chad’s voice booms throughout his front yard, causing him to flinch in unpleasant surprise.

“Hi Chad.” Eric sighs as Chad makes his way up to him, intruding on his personal space.

Chad throws on what he believes is his most charming smile. “Are you doing anything today?”

“Nope.”

“Then let’s go on an adventure.” Chad grins, suggestively sliding his hand down Eric’s arm. “For a baker your arms are incredibly buff.”

“Mixing takes a lot of arm power.” Eric defends himself, already kicking himself for interacting with Chad with any attitude beyond dismissive.

“That’s so hot.” Chad removes his hand and decides to flex his own arm. “I work out too. I’m basically a war hero.”

“That’s great. Well, I have to bake and do girly stuff that threatens masculinity. Nothing you’d be interested in.”

“You know me so well, babe. Alright, see you tomorrow my love.” Then Chad is off, making his rounds and flirting with everything in his path.

There has to be something else out there than this provincial life.

[stevenstamkos]

(andrastesass. tumblr com/post/120322542322/fictional-kiss-things-that-end-me) idk if u ever saw this or did it but im cryng now and also nate/jo👀

Title(?): 14 Kisses

Notes: Ahhh okay this took forever because I decided to do all of them as drabbles of exactly 100 words

Rating: PG-13 nothing too naughty here folks

being unable to open their eyes for a few moments afterward

Jo kisses with his eyes closed. Nate knows because he peeks sometimes, and Jo’s always got his eyes closed like in those chick flicks that they absolutely do not watch together.

When Nate pulls back, he can see Jo’s lashes flutter, but he keeps his eyes closed for a long moment, lips parted like he can hold onto the moment just a little longer.

“That good?” Nate whispers, grinning, and Jo’s eyes snap open.

“Stop lying to yourself,” he says, but Nate knows he’s the one lying because his eyes are still sleepy-soft, the way they go when he’s content.

one small kiss, pulling away for an instant, then devouring each other

“Hey, you,” Nate says, crawling carefully over where Jo’s sprawled out on the couch, fucking around on his phone.

Jo glances up and smiles, just a tiny welcoming thing after a long day, and Nate leans down to press his lips to the corner of his mouth. He pulls back after a second, thinks about asking how Jo’s day went, but Jo’s pushing up onto his knees and pulling Nate down on top of him as their mouths come together again. It’s hungry and hot and completely sloppy, and it makes Nate feel like he’ll never surface from Jo again.

pressing their foreheads together while kissing

There are a lot of things Jo likes. He likes sushi and orange juice and his Mustang and the beaches of Tampa. He likes kissing in bed and having Nate’s heavy weight on top of him, rock solid. Like something Jo can cling to and feel safe.

He likes it when Nate presses their foreheads together, a point of contact while Nate kisses all the air out of his lungs. Nate’s touching him from shoulders to knees, along his shins, nose pressed to his cheek, lips going numb and foreheads touching, and Jo sighs and tries to pull him closer.

speaking normally, then after the kiss their voice is hoarse

They’re making out lazily on Jo’s unmade bed, half out of their clothes, and Nate is grinding slowly against Jo’s hip in a way that would be really distracting if Nate’s tongue in his mouth weren’t a more immediate matter. But the angle’s weird, he needs to turn his neck a bit -

“What’s wrong?” Nate whispers when Jo pulls away, and Jo shivers at the way his voice is low and throaty with arousal.

“Nothing, just let me adjust - ” And he watches as Nate’s eyes go hot at the sound of his voice, pupils blown wide and dark with need.

guys furrowing their brow when kissing passionately

Nate kisses with a kind of weirdly intense focus, his brows drawing together like he’s concentrating really hard on…on whatever you’re supposed to be thinking about when you make out. Jo doesn’t usually think about much except how good it feels.

“Hey,” he says lowly when they break for air, and he runs his thumb over Nate’s brow. It smooths out under his touch, and he smiles. “Don’t think too hard, eh?”

Nate laughs a little, takes his wrist and kisses his fingertips before coming back to his mouth. When Jo peeks at him, he’s still furrowing his brow.

staring at the other’s lips, trying not to kiss them, before giving in

Jo’s halfway through Nate’s banana split when he realizes that Nate’s stopped eating. In fact, Nate’s staring at Jo, mouth open and looking particularly dumb.

“What?” Maybe he has whipped cream or chocolate sauce on his chin - 

He runs his tongue over his lower lip and he sees - he nearly feels the weight of Nate’s eyes tracking the movement. Oh, that’s -

For a guy his size, Nate moves fast, and he nearly knocks Jo backward off his chair. Jo has enough time to brace himself before Nate’s kissing him, rough and eager. He tastes like strawberry ice cream and walnuts.

running their thumb over the other’s lips

Nate’s woken by the feel of fingers ghosting over his lips, a point of cold. Jo has bad circulation at night.

“Whuzzat?” he mumbles, and Jo’s thumb pauses at the corner of his mouth.

“Just thinking.”

“At this time?” Nate’s joke falls a little flat.

Jo frowns, barely visible in the dark. “We’re still teammates tonight. But tomorrow you’re gonna be a Colorado Avalanche, and I’m gonna be a - a Panther or Lightning or Predator.”

“Yeah, but we’ll still be Nate and Jo,” Nate says. He’s very reasonable.

Jo leans in and kisses him light and quiet. “Yeah, guess so.”

when they lean forward a fraction as if to kiss the other person, then realize they shouldn’t and pull back to stop themselves

It’s morning, dawn light coming through the car windows, and Jo is still a little drunk but mostly bone-tired.

Nate looks over at him from the driver’s seat, parked in front of Jo’s billet house, and Jo aches with how much he’ll miss him. If he doesn’t go to sleep, it’ll still be the day they won the Mem Cup, their last game as teammates -

He moves a little, and Nate leans in too, and then Jo remembers the draft and stops himself. They had a good run, Nate-and-Jo, but that’s over now. Time to move on and grow up.

ripping the other away - “no we shouldn’t” - but when they kiss them again they moan and hold them close

Once, in an article about WJCs, someone wrote that Jo was a hurricane. There’s not a lot about Jo that isn’t like a hurricane, to be honest, and Nate’s used to weathering Hurricane Drouin, but when they’ve been apart for too long…

Jo finds him outside the visiting room in Amalie and Nate barely catches him before he’s being pressed into the wall, Jo’s leg sliding between his.

“Babe, we shouldn’t - ” he manages to get out, but then Jo’s mouth is on his again, insistent and familiar and feeling like home, and Nate decides fuck it and pulls him closer.

one sliding their hand into the other’s hair slowly

There’s probably a rule about making out with your ex-teammate and ex-best friend, but if there is, Nate doesn’t remember the details. It’s not like this is going to be a longtime thing, just fuckbuddies twice a year. No big deal.

Jo squirms underneath him, bites aggressively at Nate’s lip, and Nate slides his hand into his hair to hold him steady. Jo whines, muffled against Nate’s mouth.

“Shh,” Nate whispers, pets Jo’s soft hair, soothing after pulling at the roots.

This is fine. They don’t even see each other most of the season. There’s nothing wrong with wanting this.

their entire body freezing for a second when their love kisses them

It’s a rush to have Nate on his team again, to have Nate on his line again, and Jo can’t get enough of being close to Nate on the ice.

They’re staying late, just passing to each other and shooting pucks, and Jo catches Nate’s arm and kisses him the next time Nate skates by. Nate freezes, eyes widening in surprise, and he’s shooting a panicked look at where Johnny is skating on his own at the other end of the rink.

“Hey, it’s okay,” Jo says in a low voice, and Nate relaxes against him and kisses him back.

accidentally being forced inches apart from each other, staring at each other’s lips, and just before they kiss someone pulls them back apart

They’re coming back from Victoriaville, Jo resting his head on Nate’s shoulder, and Nate’s trying not to be stupid about having his best friend’s face so close.

The bus bumps over a pothole or something, and Jo looks up into his eyes, startled. His face is so fucking close get a grip Nathan and it’s instinct to lean forward just a bit -

Then Jo is gone, Fucs talking his ear off, and Fucs is shooting Nate a look like What the fuck were you thinking, in front of everyone? and Nate shivers with how close he was to outing himself.

when one stops the kiss to whisper “I’m sorry, are you sure you-” and they answer by kissing them more

It’s dark in Nate’s room, second night of the Combine. Jo is sprawled out on Nate’s bed half-napping in exhaustion. He looks tired, Nate thinks, and impossibly beautiful.

“That fucking sucked,” Jo says, probably about the VO2max test.

Nate thinks about saying something funny, but he’s so tired and Jo’s mouth is close and very pink. So Nate does what he’s always wanted to do and kisses him.

Jo’s mouth parts, and Nate snaps back to reality. “Shit, sorry um, are you okay with - ”

Jo swallows the rest of his words, sweet and determined, and Nate figures that’s answer enough.

a hoarse whisper “kiss me” then licks their lips and says “please”

The dancefloor is alive, and Jo’s dancing with his eyes closed, happy to be anonymous. Behind him, Nate slides close, hands on Jo’s hips, and they’re pushing the boundaries of just friends with how close Nate is, the way Nate nuzzles at his neck, but Jo can’t bring himself to care.

When he spins around, Nate’s sweaty and flushed.  “Jo,” he says, and his voice is soft and hoarse. “Kiss me?”

There’s a plea in there somewhere, lost among the bass, and maybe it’s the music or the drinks Jo had, but it’s easy as anything to do just that.

[denim-boyo]

Book Rambling at 1:00 am

Yeah hi sorry but I have a lot of feelings about a book my friend had me read and I stayed up to finish it and she's asleep and I need to YELL about this book rn so here this is. This is gonna get long and I'm on mobile so there's no read more and I'm sleep deprived and currently don't give a snit about grammar or proper English so sorry if this is impossible to read. "See You at Harry's" by Jo Knowles SPOILERS K so my friend got me into reading it cause it has a gay character in it and she knows what a ho I am for representation. I say I'll read it as long as the gay character doesn't die. (He doesn't and honestly I'm so in love with him he's a sweet bab and needs to be protected). So anyway the MC is this girl, Fern, and she's 12. I haven't read a book with a middle school protagonist in YEARS and seeing as I'm in college it's so weird to be transported back to that time but it's so accurate it's like I'm in middle school again and I still understand her struggles despite the age gap which is so cool. Anyway she's heading into middle school but for some reason her middle school starts in 7th grade? And her middle school is literally connected to the high school? Idk the layout is weird but it works. She also has two friends, Random and Cassie. Random is also a precious child who is so fucking sure of himself and unapologetically him and damn I want to be him when I grow up. Cassie has a crush on Random but he wants to just be friends and she kind of doesn't take the hint but she's really sweet and doesn't push anything so that's refreshing. Fern has two older siblings and one younger sibling. Sara is the oldest and just graduated high school, is working at the family restaurant until she can save up for college. Holden just entered high school as a freshman and is treated as 'other' (because he's gay) and tries to protect Fern from it by distancing himself from her on the first day. He's honestly so good and when he was happy I was happy it was super good. And the youngest sibling is Charlie. He's three and was an accident but he's a bright kid who deserved so much better! Because he frickin dies halfway through and the rest of the book is the fallout! I wasn't expecting ANY death in the book because usually if someone dies it's the lgbt character NOT THE THREE YEAR OLD INNOCENT CHILD! And because Fern was there when the accident happened that led to his death SHE BLAMES HERSELF AND SHE'S TWELVE AND I JUST COULD NOT HANDLE THE RESPONSIBILITY THIS CHILD FELT FOR SOMETHING SHE COULDN'T CONTROL I was literally balling for two hours devouring the book to see if there was some kind of resolution that could make it worth the heart ache. There kind of was, but holy shit I'm still reeling from it. The descriptions weren't violent or anything but they were so real it shook me. It was really weird though because I'm an only child and so I've never really had a relationship where someone who annoys you to death is someone you love and cherish with all your heart and you know that no matter what they'll be with you and support you, and then I'm reading about this girl who loses her youngest brother and just the dynamic of how the family as a whole grieved and dealt with it was eye opening to how that kind of works. Obviously I know that all sibling relationships are different but this kind of made it sink in. So I want to talk about Holden and his arc before I ultimately go to bed because he makes me super happy and I need that after finishing a box of tissues. K so Holden is a sweetheart and he starts dating this senior from a different high school even tho he's a freshman and at first I was *squint* but he turned out to be a nice guy and when the dad got all pissy over the age thing (after Charlie's death) Fern and Sara both stood up for him. The dad was ultimately coming from a place of love because he was worried about the senior wanting to do things Holden wasn't ready for, BUT he approached it with such hostility it made it more like he was attacking Holden for his sexuality. Admittedly the dad was a little bit not okay with Holden being gay at first but it was also stress from the loss and the worry of the future that Holden will face. So anyway he and senior boy are happy together and senior boy supports Holden throughout the aftermath of Charlie's death and they ultimately go to homecoming together and rent tuxes and it's super cute. Holden is protected by senior boy's friends and he has such a good time. They don't stay together but remain friends and vow to try and set each other up which is the best fucking thing. Holden's family is supportive at the end and it's just nice. Also like when Holden would come back from spending time with senior boy (his name is Gray idk why I didn't just introduce him fully whoops) he's literally described as 'glowing' and I'm so here for thst because whenever I see anything gay I feel so radiant like the world isn't horrible. I think that's why I've been following more lgbt blogs lately cause like I need that happiness. The only thing that I really hated about the book was the use of language. I understand that some people will say slurs from a place of ignorance but I literally almost put the book down because at the beginning Sara was saying the f slur very lightly and said that Holden was being sensitive when he got upset by it. There's also a 'fairy' joke near the end as well as other instances of the f slur but Holden kind of reclaims it? Idk it still kind of rubbed me the wrong way. Overall I liked the story and the characters, I was seriously emotionally attached to them by the end and balled my eyes out (which is a feat with how empty my soul is lol). And it was a really beautiful story of family and loss and life and survival and I know how stereotypical it sounds but y'all it's such a good book. I know I already revealed the main thing that happens but if you get the chance (and aren't triggered by homophobic slurs or child death) I would definitely recommend giving it a read. It's pretty short, 310 pages (40 chapters) and I was able to get through it in a little over 3 hours. Okay that's enough of me rambling. It is now almost 2 in the morning and I feel a lot better after letting this all out. I hope y'all are having a nice weekend! <3