#body warm from two separate blankets (one on gut and butt. other on shoulder and neck)

[transgender-catboy]

*eats this picture*

Anyways, I'm going to bed for real this time

[wroteclassicaly]

If you want to or feel inspired how about “35. “You could’ve left! You could’ve run away with me!” And/or “78. “Seven billion people in the world and I got put in a room with you. Either I’m cursed or God likes playing house with us.” For Andy from the angst prompts! If you like. No pressure though!!

First off, thanks so much for sending this in! I definitely needed this to work on, and I miss my favorite dramatic daddy! ^_^ I hope you like what I’ve created here? I combined each number!❤️

I think this became more than a prompt, lol... Also, Andy is a total dick in this!

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35. “You could’ve left! You could’ve run away with me!”

78. “Seven billion people in the world and I got put in a room with you. Either I’m cursed or God likes playing house with us.”

The scenery looks ever persistent in its unchanging beauty, you note, manicured nails tapping the glass as you pass by your favorite row of cherry blossom trees.

We must be getting close to home...

That sickening sucker punching dread drowns your insides, liquefying your bones. It’s enough to have you rolling down the window to outstretch your hand and wave your fingers through the whipping, crisp air. Your hair fans out with each rough breeze, creating a spread blanket to shield your left side view. And that is good enough for you right now. You attempt to ignore his rejected sigh.

Your right hand joins your left inside the car, thumb pad attempting to swipe the absent ring where your wedding band used to be out of a nervous habit.

“You gonna do that pitiful ex - wife act all the way to the house, Y/N? We both know I’m the actor in this relationship.” His deep voice, once comforting, is now snide and cruel, a speciality he has taken to reserving for you.

You don’t fight your instincts anymore, knowing you have no need. It’s over anyways, why try to tip toe around your ex - husband that chose everything besides you? When your head falls back against the seat you are wearing a saddened smile, eyes warm and threatening tears, yet they never fall. He looks briefly caught off guard that you aren’t taking your normal “bitch of a high road” and ignoring him.

“You’re exactly right, Andy. You are the one who’s been acting in our marriage.” It’s not a question, but a stating fact that you leave yourself on, batting at his cigarette smoke that he blows in your direction.

You don’t see the tremble his lower lip can’t control, you don’t feel the way his guts swoop into a massive tangle, heart ramming his rib cage with the lashes your words cause. He does what he can do best, one of the deciding behavioral factors that helped destroy your union. He becomes a total asshole.

“Your useless cunt used to get soaked just watching me smoke one of these. When did you get to be such an uptight bitch?” You hear his fingers snap together when he flicks the butt out and closes his side of the window.

You close your eyes and manage your therapeutic breathing ritual before you speak. Though you can’t close off the jagged way your air comes to the surface.

“The night that you left, dumb ass.” You’re not shy with the bitter concert your tone is doling out.

And Andy explodes. You hear him slam his duffel that separates you two in the backseat - onto the floor, his body shifting towards your sought solitude

“You could’ve left! You could’ve run away with me!”

You let him get it out, squeezing white - knuckled around the seatbelt across your chest. Andy slides so fast across the leather and grips a few inches of the belt below where your hand is, reminding you so much of a predator caging its prey. You know he won’t hit you, but that doesn’t mean you’re ready to be this close to him again, not when you know you’re hours away from losing him forever. Gone is the last name Dolan, replaced with who you were before this man came into your life and changed things permanently. Andy noses your jaw until he gets your neck to incline towards him, his nose smashing atop your own.

He’s like a snarling beast. When you attempt to raise your other hand, he tries catch it with his fingers, apparently unprepared for your biting hit across his cheek. You shove him away from you so hard that he falls back into his seat.

Fuck, I could just straddle him and ride him into the seat right now...

The car comes to a stop and prevents your soon to be ex - husband from further acting out his emotions. You gather your handbag and suitcase, heading into the house and meeting the lawyer and former staff at the front doors. You don’t want to see their faux sadness. You give them your bags, moving into what used to be the dining room, now set up into a makeshift lawyer’s quarters. You grip the curved doorknob behind you, jiggling its non-working inadequacies, another habit you’ll never get used to not doing any longer.

Along the fancy marble table, you see places set for a sadness that has your jaw twitching to keep yourself in check. Folders and pens are stacked and ready to go in front of the seats where you and Andy used to set. You have to move your shoulders against the onslaught of memories this room holds. Hell, even the furniture. Fitting that he ate your pussy out and then dropped to one knee with a diamond ring, but an even bigger, priceless sparkle in his eyes when he asked you to marry him.

You’d kissed his slick cum - covered lips and accepted. Then you saw more of him and less of this distant darkness that welcomes in. The very same table you’d became engaged at is the one where you’ll sign off on the ending that is your marriage, your life, and your ties to Andy Dolan. You’re broken from your grieving reverie, Andy striding in behind you and slamming the door closed. You wipe a hand across your mouth and move to a safe distance as to not let him read you. He’s pretty damned good at that.

“Motherfuckers all headed back into town. They forgot some of the files. Did you mail in all the shit that my lawyers discussed on the phone with you?” He’s accusatory, perturbed, seeming as if he’s having to bother with just being here with you.

“Yes, Andy. Unlike you, I’m not high 24/7, and can remember how to converse like a decent human being.” The hell if he’s going to place blame on you.

He snorts and runs a hand through his unkept brown curls, then paths it with a follow through across his delicious bearded stubble.

One last time I could feel that on my thighs if I just sit down in that seat...

“Then I’m not staying in here with you.” You realize, unsure why he even bothered if no one will be back for the hour.

The second your hand hits the door handle and twists you know you’re fucked. You’d forgotten this was one of the many things that never got fixed. And like a fucking cliche, you’re locked in your old dining room with your ex. You rest your head against the door and begin to laugh, your legs shaking uncontrollably as you fold into your old seat anyways, those tears disguised as pain and anguish in one with the humor. Andy is oblivious to your comedy, trying the door himself and taking a second to follow you.

“MOTHERFUCKER! This has got to be some kind of attempt to —“ Andy starts.

“If you accuse me of being the delusional ex - wife, so fucking help me...“ You trail off, warning him.

“Seven billion people in the world and I got put in a room with you. Either I’m cursed or God likes playing house with us.”

“Or you just fucking forgot that this door doesn’t work, a lot like you’ve forgotten every other damn thing that I tell you. Fucking bitch!” You say acidly in his direct direction.

“Oh? Oh, I’m the bitch? That’s so fucking rich, Y/N. Real comedy right there! My hat is off to you!”

He doesn’t jerk on the door, doesn’t attempt to maneuver it. He knows there’s no point from your prior shared experiences locked in here when the staff is in bed, and you two were kept inside for a late night snack or work. It always resulted in you both fucking each other on the floor, Andy pounding you into the door, or bending you over the table until you collapsed in a naked heap, waiting for daylight to be discovered and let out. Andy stands over you, that cocky walk up making you feel the familiar drenching ache. Great...

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prompt 2 from List A with Haz - don’t @ me for sending this I AM NOT ASHAMED what who is Carrie idk what ur talking about what

Smutty Prompts #2: “you were always more than just a one night stand to me”

The sun shined through the curtains, bright and warm as it landed on your sleeping figure. You groaned as it shone in your face, waking you from your deep slumber. Your head ached, body sluggish as you slowly opened your eyes. Your vision was blurry, the sun burning your eyes as your lids slid open. You quickly shielded your eyes from the sun, blinking the sleep from your eyes.

You froze as your senses returned, the warmth of another body behind you like fire against your skin, an arm draped across your waist. The sheets clung to your bare skin, heart racing as you laid there, sleep still pulling at your mind as you tried to remember the events of the previous night.

You had gone out clubbing with Harrison, Tom, and the twins to celebrate Tom’s newest movie joining the $1 billion club. The memories of the night were a blur as you had drink after drink, starting to flirt with Harrison after drink five. He had flirted back, fueling your advances as the alcohol burned through your system.

You let out a soft groan as your head throbbed, pain wracking your skull as you tried to remember how you ended up in someone’s bed naked. The body behind you shifted, face nuzzling into the back of your neck as they pulled you closer.

Your cheeks burned as you became intimately aware of the hard on your bed buddy was sporting when he pulled you closer. You swallowed thickly, trying to think of ways to get away without waking them. It was a one night stand after all, wasn’t it?

Your heart stopped as you felt him press gentle kisses to the back of your neck and across your shoulder, your skin tingling at the touch of his lips. Slowly, your situation dawned on you as you recognized the butterflies in your stomach at his touch.

Harrison.

“Mornin’ love.” Harrison mumbled against your skin, your heart doing a flip at his words. Your mouth ran dry as the rest of the events from the night returned. The rather intimate act the two of you shared after several more drinks and an Uber back to his apartment. You tensed under his touch as his fingers rubbed circles into your skin.

It was all too much as the anxiety bubbled up in your veins. You scrambled out from under the sheets, ignoring Harrison’s calls of your name as you gathered your clothes off the floor and ran to the bathroom. You shut and locked the door behind you, every bone in your body aching as you hurriedly got dressed.

You had slept with your best friend. The guy you’ve known since you were a toddler. The guy you’ve been in love with since middle school.

You ignored Harrison’s worried voice on the other side of the door as your chest ached, heart pounding in your ears as tears threatened to spill. This isn’t how you wanted this to go. You didn’t want to just be a one night stand.

Once dressed, you pulled the door open, pushing past Harrison, dodging his attempts to stop you as you grabbed your purse and rushed out, not daring to look over your shoulder as he called out your name.

You couldn’t handle staying and talking about what happened, the inevitable rejection and heartbreak that would follow. He didn’t love you like you loved him, why would he? There were so much prettier women at his feet that he could choose from. You were just a one night stand.

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You’d locked yourself in your apartment for the next few days, having ignored your phone as both Harrison and Tom had called and texted you repeatedly. You assumed Harrison had told Tom what had happened at this point, knowing those two shared almost everything with each other.

You sat curled up on your couch, blankets wrapped around your shoulders as the TV droned on in the background. You didn’t even know what was on, your mind miles away from where you were as that fateful night ran through your head on repeat. You had shed all the tears you had for the day hours ago, left feeling numb as you sat on the couch.

A knock on your door pulled you out of your thoughts, slowly turning to look at the door as another knock echoed through your apartment. You slowly stood, making your way over to the door in your pajama shorts and tank top. You peeked through the peephole, heart racing and breaking at the same time as you saw who stood on the other side.

“Y/N, please open the door. We need to talk.” He said softly, voice muffled by the wood that separated the two of you. Your stomach churned in fear, hand shaking as you slowly turned the lock and grabbed the door handle. You slowly turned the handle, cracking the door open as you lowered your gaze. 

“Can I come in?” He asked softly, your chest tightening at the sound of his voice. Against your better judgement, you pulled the door open more, stepping aside for him to come in. You kept your gaze on the floor as he walked inside, shutting the door quietly behind him. You took a deep breath before turning around to look at him, gaze meeting his finally.

It was like a punch to the gut as your heart raced, reminding you of the feelings you felt for him that you tried to bury. Pain and guilt swirled in his gaze mixed with a third emotion you couldn’t decipher. Guilt settled into your own bones, quickly averting your gaze to your hands fiddling with the hem of your tank top. 

“So, um, about that night…” You started, heart racing and palms sweating. You swallowed nervously, several thoughts bubbling through your head as you thought of what to say next. 

“Why… why don’t we just forget it happened. It was just a one night stand anyways, but… but I don’t want to lose you as a friend, so let’s just forget it happened and move on. I mean, it meant nothing. I-I mean, it meant everything to me. I mean, shit, I didn’t mean to say that. Look, let’s just forget this and go back to being friends.” You smiled sheepishly as you lifted your gaze, your stomach churning at the words that had just come tumbling out of your mouth.

“A one night stand?” You watch as Harrison’s gaze softens as he stepped closer to you, his hands coming up to cup your cheeks. His thumb brushed across your cheek, catching a falling tear. His lips pulled up into a soft smile as he held your face between his hands. “You were always more than a one night stand, more than a best friend, to me.” 

Your heart fluttered in your chest at his words, the butterflies housed in your stomach going crazy.

“You… you were always more than a best friend to me too.” You muttered softly, your eyes flickering down to his lips for a split second. Your heart raced, pounding in your ears as he slowly pulled you closer. Your eyes fluttered closed as his breath fanned across your lips, your body thrumming with a nervous energy as his lips finally met yours.

It was better than the kiss the two of you shared the night before. It was soft and gentle, filled with unspoken words and feelings as his fingers tangled in your hair. You wrapped your arms around his neck as the kiss deepened, fingers combing through his hair. The touch of his lips was electric as they moved against yours, sending shocks of electricity through your veins. 

You soon pulled away for air, his forehead resting against yours, breaths mingling between you. You felt like your heart was going to leap out of your chest as you kept your eyes closed, scared that if you opened them, it would turn out to all be a dream. 

His hands slowly dropped to your waist, pulling your chest against his as he placed soft kisses against your lips.

“I want to redo that night without the alcohol and hidden feelings.” He whispered against your lips, sending shivers down your spine and causing a pleasant feeling to blossom in your chest and stomach. You silently nodded as his fingers creeped under your shirt, his touch hot against your skin. He captured your lips in a seering kiss driven by passion as his grip tightened on your waist. He started leading you to your bedroom, his tongue slipping between your lips and dancing with your own. 

Your skin tingled beneath his fingers as he pulled you into your bedroom, his hands slowly traveling down and grabbing your butt as the back of your legs hit your bed. You groaned into the kiss, your lungs begging for air as you pulled away, stripping off your shirt as he got rid of his. You fell back against the sheets, pulling Harrison down with you as his fingers swiftly unlatched your bra.

Your fingers explored his bare chest, tracing every dip and curve as his lips travelled across your jaw and down your neck. He didn’t hesitate as his lips attached themselves on your collarbone as you let out a moan. You squirmed as his tongue swiped over the reddened skin, nails raking down his back.

“God, you’re gorgeous.” He mumbled against your skin as he left open mouthed kisses across your chest. He slid your bra off as your cheeks flushed, tossing it somewhere on the floor as you tangled your fingers through his hair. He gently cupped your breasts, a groan leaving his lips as he buried his face against them, a giggle slipping past your lips.

“Fuck, you’re so perfect love.” He whispered, his voice vibrating against your skin as you ran your fingers through his hair. He peppered your chest with kisses, muttering soft compliments and praises as he went, furthering the wet spot growing in your panties. Your cheeks burned as you watched him, gasping as his lips wrapped around one of your erect nipples. His mouth was warm, tongue wet as it swirled around the nub, drawing a moan past your lips.

His lips moved lower as he tweaked your nipples, his name falling from you lips as you moaned. You felt him smile against your stomach, his gaze flicking up to meet yours as your chest heaved. Blue eyes bore into yours as his fingers hooked under the waistband of your shorts, slowly pulling them down your legs as your core tightened and throbbed with need. His fingers pressed against your clothed folds, groaning as he felt how soaked you were.

“Already so wet for me.” He hummed, pushing your panties aside and running his fingers through your soaked folds. A loud moan escaped as he brushed over your clit, your back arching off the bed at the shock of pleasure that coursed through your veins.

“Harrison, please. I need you.” You whined, too impatient to continue on with the foreplay. You gently tugged at his hair, smiling as he crawled back up your body and pressed his lips against yours. His fingers continued to swirl around in your juices, teasing your entrance with the tip of his finger as you whined. He swiped his fingers between your folds once more before pulling away.

“Open up.” He said softly, pressing his arousal soaked fingers to your lips. You groaned as you obeyed, tasting yourself on his fingers as he slipped them between your lips. Your tongue swirled around, cleaning every inch of your juices, moaning at your taste as you stared into his eyes.

“Fuck, that’s hot.” He mumbled as he pulled his fingers from your mouth. He fumbled around as he undid his jeans, quickly ridding himself of the constricting fabric and boxers that were hidden beneath. His shaft sprung free, the tip red and swollen, steadily dribbling pre as it twitched once met with the cool air.

“Condoms are in the top drawer of my nightstand.” You said softly, breathless from the sight in front of you. He nodded, pulling the drawer open and finding the box quickly. You watched as he fumbled with the wrapper, soon ripping it open and pulling the condom on. He crawled back over you, his lips meeting yours in a sweet kiss as he slowly pulled your panties off.

“Are you ready, my love?” He asked softly, your chest warming, heart fluttering at his words. You could feel the head of his cock brushing against your entrance as he waited for your answer, your pussy walls clenching in anticipation.

“Yea, I’m ready.” You whispered as you brushed your lips against his. You gasped as you felt him slowly push inside you, your eyes fluttering shut at the pleasant feeling of being filled and stretched. He bottomed our easily, your chest heaving as your walls clenched around him. He groaned in response, his forehead resting against yours as he let you adjust. You wrapped your legs around his hips, pressing your lips against his softly.

“I-I’m good.” You muttered softly, moaning as you felt him slowly pull out. He started off slow as he captured your lips in a passionate kiss, his arms sliding under your shoulders and holding you close to him. Your heart swelled with his tenderness, a sharp contrast to the rough, lust and alcohol driven sex the two of you shared nights before. Your core tightened at the love and care that radiated off of him, enveloping you and filling your every sense. Tears stung your eyes at the overwhelming feeling of joy that radiated through every inch of your body and soul, settling deep into your bones and warming you from the inside out.

Your eyes fluttered open as his lips pulled away from yours, breaths mingling as you tried to catch your breath. His gorgeous blue eyes stared back into yours, blown wide with lust but filled with love and adoration. Your heart threatened to jump out of your chest as tears still threatened to spill, your joy pleasantly overwhelming.

“Fuck, you feel amazing.” Harrison moaned, his pace picking up slowly. Your walls clenched around him at his praise, a moan slipping past your lips as your cheeks flushed more. His eyes shined at your response to his words, his lips pulling up into a smile.

“My baby girl has a praise kink, doesnt she?” He purred softly, causing you to squirm beneath him. He chuckled in response as his hips started to slap against yours as his pace picked up more. “She likes being told how amazing she feels, yea?”

You moaned at his words as the coil tightened, bringing you closer to the edge. You silently nodded in response, gasping as he shifted, the head of his shaft brushing against your g-spot. He groaned as your walls clenched around him, burying his face in your neck and peppering kisses to your skin.

“So tight for me. Feels amazing.” He muttered as his lips traveled up your neck, warm breath fanning across your ear. You whined softly as he nipped at your ear, hips trying to grind against his for more stimulation. He quickly caught on, his hand slipping between your bodies, his fingers coming to rub against your clit.

Pleasure shot through your veins as you squeezed your eyes shut, his soft words and movements quickly sending you careening over the edge. Your walls convulsed around him, moans and curses falling from your lips as you saw stars. He followed not too far behind you, your name falling from his lips as his hips stuttered. You rode out your highs together, his thrusts slowing as you both came down from your orgasms.

“That was amazing.” He muttered as his lips brushed across your cheek, coming up to meet yours. You hummed into the kiss, smiling as he pulled back to look at you. His skin glistened in the soft light of the room, his blonde hair damp with sweat as his blue eyes sparkled with a new light, lips pulled up in a dazzling smile. Your heart fluttered at the thought of you being the reason he looked so happy, for being the cause of that twinkle in his eyes.

“I love you.” You muttered, the words falling out before you could stop them. Your eyes widened, chest tightening in fear as you stared into his eyes. His smile seemed to only grow larger, his lips pressing against yours once more.

“I love you too, darling.”

AN: So, this got a bit out of hand. I, uh, don’t really know what to say. I hope you enjoyed it “Anon”!

Tagging @spidey-waffles11 @hazssouthernbelle and @unholyhaz cause I think they’ll love this.

Thanks for reading!

~ LoLo *^-^*

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Just a patient, chapter 7

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I’m so so sorry if I’ve missed anyone. It’s been a long few months for me.

If pressed (and you’d have to be pressed - talking about yourself is not your favourite occupation) you’d always have described yourself as down-to-earth. When the other kids were daring each other to say bloody mary bloody mary, you were staring yourself down in the mirror, learning to meet your own eyes without flinching. When people blessed each other for sneezing or threw salt over their shoulders, you just watched, marvelling at the superstition and the inherent gullibility of humanity. You’re not at all religious, and there’s a reason for that. To you, religion has always been the largest branch of superstition: the biggest Bloody Mary game of all.

The fact that you seem to have fallen into the arms of a god in some kind of metaphysical star-studded hinterland infuriates you almost beyond measure. How dare this be happening. How dare you be in this - this non-place outside your known reality, where your body seems both there and not there in a baffling and enraging duplicity.

And particularly, how dare Loki be staring down at you in a supercilious manner that you just know has to be as fake as the whirling constellations that seem to surround you both. For some reason you’re currently unclear on, you’re absolutely certain that he has no more fucking idea what’s happening than you have.

And despite the fact that you’ve heard him speak, despite the fact that he’s standing there holding you while looking as poised and aloof as a Greek statue, you somehow know that really - really really - back in the reality you call your own he is still a slavering beast. This is the eye of the storm, a tiny impossible patch of calm and silence. This is not what is. It is a dream of what is not.

The blurring stars cluster above you in sickening, vertiginous spirals. Loki seems to be standing on the dusty, dappled clouds of multiple nebulae, his feet scattering stellar fragments. There’s no real up. There’s no real down. No atmosphere, no wind. You cannot feel any air touching your face or hands, either cold or warm. You are not in pain, nor are you hungry or tired. The only sensations you can feel anywhere on your body are from where he is touching you.

You are in the mouth of the snake, dangling above the precipice, and he has his fangs gripped on your nape. But you are not afraid.

You are furious. The sense of losing control has always made you furious, and hanging in the arms of a mad god in a limbo of stars does not constitute an exception.

“Put me the fuck down.”

He arches an eyebrow.

“I don’t think you know what you’re asking for.”

“I didn’t ask for any of this. Put me down.”

His chest heaves, arms clutching you tighter, reflexively, as he sighs.

“Very well. I hope you enjoy the taste of human flesh.”

Your brain refuses to process this. It’s the last in a long line of things your brain is giving you shit for lately.

“What.”

“Human meat,” says Loki, annoyingly upbeat. “Human blood. In your mouth. I hope you enjoy it.”

“Not particularly. I‘ve had other people’s blood in my mouth before.”

He laughs. It’s not a nice laugh. It makes you more determined to struggle, which you do, but his arms flex and tighten on you like steel wire. He really doesn’t want to drop you. Interesting. And worrying.

“What about dying? Do you like dying, mortal? I assume you must. You’re always doing it, after all, all of you. It‘s like a hobby.”

“Where are we?” 

“We are sharing a subconscious,” he replies, testily indulgent, as if giving class to a bunch of pre-schoolers. “A dream. This is not a place. This is us. The sky is you. The floor is me. And vice versa.”

You look around at the shifting, galactic emptiness that surrounds you. Under other circumstances it might be beautiful. Right now it turns your stomach.  Fuck these Asgardian hippies and their cosmic bullshit. You are not a place. You are a person, and you are not inside him. The thought alone makes you nauseous, and the queasy lurch in your gut reminds you of something.

“And how exactly would that make me a cannibal?”

He sniffs in amusement again, and you’re suddenly (horribly) reminded that to Loki, eating human flesh is not cannibalism because he is not human. It’s probably on a par with eating bushmeat for him. The morality of the superior species always feels unfair to the inferior - which is why the heart of most human comedy is based in punching upwards, not downwards.

“I, as the stronger, am choosing to hold us like this. In this one moment. In a single state, the one with the other, so we may converse. If I let go,” he says, “then there will be nothing keeping our selves separate. And your weaker self will easily be absorbed by my own. You will be tearing out throats and eating noses as soon as we return. There will be two of us sharing that cell, and if they do not tie me quickly enough, it is likely we will fight, and I shall kill you. Or if they do tie me, we will sit there companionably in our shared bondage, reeking of sweat and blood and madness until they get bored of their game and drown us both like rabid dogs in a bucket.“ His sharp green eyes look directly down at you and his grip slackens, just a little.  His long fingers flex. A message? No, more overt: a definite warning.

“Still want me to put you down?”

  On the battlefield, in the operating theater, in life - it often feels as if there are no right choices. Nevertheless, there are always choices. The primary reason so many people are so unhappy in this day and age is that they believe that all choice has been taken away from them, and that they are solely bound to the choices of others. This is never true. There are always choices. Always. Even if they are not good, easy to make, or the ones you wanted, or they are all almost as bad as each other - they are still choices. They are your choices. You can always choose. You may not want to, but you can. 

You can choose not to go to work in the morning, and for every other morning after that, but you will likely be fired and then you will not have money. You can choose not to pay for the expensive dental treatment that you need, but then you will probably have no teeth and an infection and a larger medical bill. You can choose to be part of society, with all the restrictions and stresses and benefits that infers, or you can go and live in a cave on a hill and be beholden to no-one.  Sometimes your choices can change the outcomes of a situation. And sometimes the outcome will be the same, regardless. You can’t count the times that you have seen people try different methods to cheat death with the same final result. They choose to strive or they choose to submit.

But there is always a choice. So what will it be?

  Your hands slip into the folds of clothing at Loki’s shoulder and chest, and grip harder and harder until your knuckles stand out whitely in the unnatural glow of the unreal stars.

“Good choice,” says Loki, sounding hugely smug, the bastard.

“Take us back,” you say, and in contrast you sound dead inside, your voice flat and inflectionless. “Take us back now.” Because you don’t like it here, in this dream world where the only real thing to be felt is Loki and you sense you cannot trust your eyes.

“Me?” says Loki, still jovial (although you suspect there’s a new core of cold in his tone). “This is not my doing. I could not come here alone. This is a place for sharing. I needed you.”

“Why.”

You’re asking, but in all honesty you’re not even interested anymore. All you can think of is your own couch, with battered caved-in cushions and the motor oil stain from when it was stored in the garage and all. You crave silly things. Oreo cookies with half and half. The red and green blanket you bought in Thailand that shrank in the wash. The weird smell of that scented candle you won at a Christmas fair, musty and woodish. You want your own real things back, no matter how ridiculous or small they are. Not the outlandish glory of these brilliant false stars or the terrible, solid reality of the mad god who holds you.

“I haven’t the slightest idea,” says Loki, but in stark contrast to your own misery, he sounds positively delighted. 

[oldfashionedswiftcurse]

Alwyn vs. Swift Pt. 10

When the weekend finally came around, Taylor arrived at Rebecca’s house to help her squeeze into her coat. Taylor was excited to delve deep into the fall atmosphere in London as she had missed it tremendously in Germany. They walked down the cobblestoned road until they hit the town center where cornucopias hung from railings, and pumpkins were scattered along every corner. The air was fresh and crisp, and Taylor could definitely smell the warm apple cider close by. Her blue eyes immediately scanned the surrounding and found Joe’s stand; he was selling beer, ale, and other forms of alcohol. Next to the stand, however, were various students performing in the hopes of gaining donations from entertained patrons. He glanced up once, eyeing her slowly before smiling at Rebecca.

           “Don’t take it personally, Taylor.”

           “He’s going to treat me like crap for a while, isn’t he?”

           “He’s just hurt and lashing out,” Rebecca said.

           At that moment, Teresa appeared with her lustrous, shoulder length hair hidden underneath a snow-white beanie. She ran her hands down Joe’s back, and he accepted her kiss willingly. Taylor watched it all with a gut-wrenching pain, but she noticed at the last moment, that once Joe and Teresa separated, Joe’s eyes were back on her. This tiny look gave her a glimmer of hope. Martin appeared then, interrupting the female duo. Taylor embraced him warmly and told him to behave as he slipped his hand into Rebecca’s.

           Now that she was alone, Taylor walked from stand to stand and even purchased some roasted peanuts to contain her hunger. As she stumbled past Joe’s stand, she saw a huge crowd and stopped to check out what they were in line for. She soon realized that this was an angry crowd, and she saw Joe standing frantically behind the booth with his hands through his disheveled golden hair.

           “Joe, what’s happening?!” She screamed over the crowd.

           “It’s none of your business,” he muttered, shaking his head. “Just go enjoy yourself, alright?”

           “Let me help,” she said, and he shook his head in disagreement. “You need me right now.”

           “Teresa was supposed to be here while I got the rest of the alcohol from the bar,” he said, glancing around confusedly. “I don’t even know where she went.”

           “You can spend the next five minutes getting this crowd even more irritated because you can’t to be around me…or you can use my help, no strings attached,” she acknowledged, and after some further thought, Joe finally acquiesced.

           He left her in charge of the upset crowd, and she managed to quickly turn their attention to the student performers. Eventually, Joe returned, and much to his surprise, his crowd was still extremely thirsty, but contained. His look of shock spoke wonders, but Taylor also saw the conflicted look on his face. He wanted to thank her, but for some reason, the words couldn’t come out.

           “Happy to help,” she mumbled, slipping past in and inhaling enough of his cologne to weaken her. “Joe…”

           He wasn’t looking at her, but she knew he heard her.

           “I know I hurt you so much, and I will spend the rest of my life making up for that, but not being able to hear your voice again or your laugh or….it would kill me.”

           He glanced quickly at her, and she knew she felt his defenses slip away. However, Teresa managed to interrupt them then.

           “Hi babe, I’m so sorry. I got caught up with helping Rebecca.”

           Taylor knew it was a lie, but she watched Joe nod his head in understanding. She slipped away then, but for some reason, she felt his eyes remain on her for at least the next two minutes. When Taylor found Rebecca, she asked if she could sleep over. However, when they got back to the house, Taylor went outside instead of upstairs. By the time Rebecca found her the next morning, Taylor was snuggled up with Joe’s old blankets in his tree house.

           The next day, Taylor and Rebecca made some breakfast and went shopping together. As they passed by Joe’s bar, Taylor shook her head.

           “You go ahead,” she whispered. “I don’t think he’ll want to see me quite yet.”

           “Are you sure?” Rebecca asked.

           Taylor nodded, smiling. Although she had temporarily moved in with her dad, she was still looking for apartments. Therefore, she needed to get home and start looking. When she did return home, Taylor took a long, hot bubble bath while listening to some jazz music on the radio. As she wrapped the towel around herself, Taylor heard her cell phone ringing and ran to pick it up.

           “Hey, beautiful, sweet Taylor,” the voice said, and she rolled her eyes.

           “Rebecca, what did you do?”

           “I may have signed you up for something…tonight. Something involving your beautiful, sweet voice.”

           “I’m confused.”

           “So today, when I got to the bar, Joe was frantic because one of his main performers dropped out last minute.”

           “And?”

           “And I sort of told him that you were available and willing to sing. Please don’t kill me.”

           “Rebecca!”

           “Taylor, you have a great voice, and you’re in love with him. If you’re willing to fight for him, you have to be willing to do anything,” Rebecca acknowledged, and Taylor exhaled loudly.

           “Fine, just for tonight. I don’t even know if I have anything to wear.”

           “Wear the red dress,” Rebecca whispered into the receiver. “A few years ago, he told me he had a dream of you wearing it. I didn’t ask for more information because I thought I might vomit, but…wear it.”

           “Are you sure? This seems underhanded. He’s with Teresa. Maybe I should just let this whole thing go. Maybe I should just wait for him to come to me.”

           “Sweetheart, you shattered his heart into about a million pieces. His pride alone won’t let him come running to you anytime soon.”

           Taylor bit her lip, knowing Rebecca was right. As she hung up, she dried her hair and tried on the red dress. It still fit perfectly, except now it was slightly tighter and could show off her hips some more. After putting on some red lipstick, Taylor walked over to the bar. She only relaxed when she saw Rebecca waiting outside with Martin.

           “I’m nervous,” she whispered, but Rebecca squeezed her hand.

           “You’ll be great, Tay. Just sing with your heart.”

           “As opposed to what? My butt?”

           “Shut up,” Rebecca mumbled, chuckling.

           They entered the dimly lit bar and took their seats. Joe noticed them immediately and gestured to the waiter to provide Taylor and Martin with free drinks. She couldn’t help but think that maybe this meant Joe had eased up with her. Maybe he was grateful to her for saving him twice in one day. After a few bands performed covers, it was Taylor’s turn, except Rebecca had failed to mention she was the last one up. There was no way she could do justice to that position, and she only hoped that people would start leaving soon.

           She slithered on up the stairs to the stage and froze when she saw the crowd. Although Taylor appreciated musical theory, she wasn’t exactly the best performer…at least not yet. As she glanced down at the eagerly awaiting crowd, Taylor did breathing exercises to steady herself. However, when her blue eyes met with Joe’s, Taylor felt steadier than ever. He nodded once, urging her to continue, and she was grateful for his constant support, even if he did hate her.

           “Hi everyone, I hope you’re having fun tonight,” she began, and the crowd “wooed” in agreement. “This is a cover of a song called ‘Lonely Lights’ written by a pretty amazing person.”

           She began with the first lyric, and instantly, she saw Joe’s body weaken in defeat. She didn’t want him to be angry at her for playing this song…his song, but she knew it was the right choice. His once dark eyes grew fascinated with hearing the song back, and he started bobbing his head with the crowd. At once, Joe actually broke into a full smile when he realized that the crowd knew his song, even if it was written by a good-for-nothing college kid at the time. When she finished, the crowd applauded loudly, and Taylor’s cheeks reddened with embarrassment.

           Striding off the stage, Taylor downed her whiskey and coke and threw on her pea coat.

           “Thank you for that,” she acknowledged, pointing at Rebecca. “But now, in fear of doing anything that might further embarrass me, I am heading out for the night.”

           “Good luck trying to get Joe’s eyes off of you. I mean, who knew you had the balls to seductively sing one of his own damn songs? You’re my hero.”

           “Alright,” Taylor muttered sarcastically, saying a quick goodbye.

           Walking out into the cool October night, Taylor loved the way the cold wind moved against her bright, warm cheeks. She welcomed the meeting of the two and continued down the street with her hands in her pockets. Suddenly, a voice called out, “Taylor!”

           She turned around, only to find a nervous Joe with his hands in his jeans pocket and only a leather jacket on.

           “Joe, you’re going to freeze!” She nearly yelled, but he shook her off.

           “Thank you,” he whispered, furrowing his eyebrows. “I don’t know why you chose that song, but it made me feel something I didn’t think I could feel anymore.”

           “I know you want nothing to do with me, Joe. And I don’t blame you because I messed your life up royally. I want you to know why I broke off contact.”

           “Your mum passed away. I understand. I was just…hurt and angry and disappointed. You gave up on us, Taylor.”

           “I got scared,” she began, biting her lip. “No one cared about me the way you did…in my entire life. My mom didn’t…I was afraid to think and feel how I did. I loved you, Joe, and it terrified me. And I know we shouldn’t judge based on our parents, but mine never loved each other. Or maybe they did and maybe they just fell out of love, I’m not sure. I didn’t want that to happen to us. I wanted to keep us forever.”

           “So you broke up with me?” He asked, his accent more pronounced than ever.

           He wasn’t angry, not in the way he had been these past two days. Instead, he was desperate for clarification.

           “I was afraid, okay? And it took me being away to realize that not only do I love you so much, but that I’m not afraid anymore. I’m not afraid to tell the world that I’m in love with you.”

           “Taylor…”

           “I know you’re with Teresa, and I’m a horrible human being for wanting you, but Teresa is Teresa. And I’ll keep my fingers crossed that she won’t hurt you again, but soon enough, you’ll realize that we shouldn’t hope for people to be better. We should demand it, and you deserve better, Joe.”

           He was silent, and she knew she had struck a nerve.

           “It was great to see you, Joe,” she muttered, turning away.

           “I can’t give you what you want,” he said quietly, and she froze. “I want us back to that spot we were in five years ago, Taylor, but it’s not possible. So all I can give you right now is my friendship, and I hope that you’ll take it.”

           “Is this just because I saved your ass tonight?”

           “Don’t make me regret this, love,” he said with a frightened look on his face.

           “You called me ‘love’.”

           “It…slipped out. It just felt so natural.”

           She paused, watching the look of sheer fear on his face.

           “I can take friendship,” she said, smiling at him.

           However, the moment Joe extended his hand, and she shook it, Taylor realized that friendship would be a hard thing indeed.

[the-sha-official0hazanon]

Love Drunk

AN: This is this blurb. Thank you @hoforhaz for helping me come up with the title!

The sun shined through the curtains, bright and warm as it landed on your sleeping figure. You groaned as it shone in your face, waking you from your deep slumber. Your head ached, body sluggish as you slowly opened your eyes. Your vision was blurry, the sun burning your eyes as your lids slid open. You quickly shielded your eyes from the sun, blinking the sleep from your eyes.

You froze as your senses returned, the warmth of another body behind you like fire against your skin, an arm draped across your waist. The sheets clung to your bare skin, heart racing as you laid there, sleep still pulling at your mind as you tried to remember the events of the previous night.

You had gone out clubbing with Harrison, Tom, and the twins to celebrate Tom’s newest movie joining the $1 billion club. The memories of the night were a blur as you had drink after drink, starting to flirt with Harrison after drink five. He had flirted back, fueling your advances as the alcohol burned through your system.

You let out a soft groan as your head throbbed, pain wracking your skull as you tried to remember how you ended up in someone’s bed naked. The body behind you shifted, face nuzzling into the back of your neck as they pulled you closer.

Your cheeks burned as you became intimately aware of the hard on your bed buddy was sporting when he pulled you closer. You swallowed thickly, trying to think of ways to get away without waking them. It was a one night stand after all, wasn’t it?

Your heart stopped as you felt him press gentle kisses to the back of your neck and across your shoulder, your skin tingling at the touch of his lips. Slowly, your situation dawned on you as you recognized the butterflies in your stomach at his touch.

Harrison.

“Mornin’ love.” Harrison mumbled against your skin, your heart doing a flip at his words. Your mouth ran dry as the rest of the events from the night returned. The rather intimate act the two of you shared after several more drinks and an Uber back to his apartment. You tensed under his touch as his fingers rubbed circles into your skin.

It was all too much as the anxiety bubbled up in your veins. You scrambled out from under the sheets, ignoring Harrison’s calls of your name as you gathered your clothes off the floor and ran to the bathroom. You shut and locked the door behind you, every bone in your body aching as you hurriedly got dressed.

You had slept with your best friend. The guy you’ve known since you were a toddler. The guy you’ve been in love with since middle school.

You ignored Harrison’s worried voice on the other side of the door as your chest ached, heart pounding in your ears as tears threatened to spill. This isn’t how you wanted this to go. You didn’t want to just be a one night stand.

Once dressed, you pulled the door open, pushing past Harrison, dodging his attempts to stop you as you grabbed your purse and rushed out, not daring to look over your shoulder as he called out your name.

You couldn’t handle staying and talking about what happened, the inevitable rejection and heartbreak that would follow. He didn’t love you like you loved him, why would he? There were so much prettier women at his feet that he could choose from. You were just a one night stand.

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You’d locked yourself in your apartment for the next few days, having ignored your phone as both Harrison and Tom had called and texted you repeatedly. You assumed Harrison had told Tom what had happened at this point, knowing those two shared almost everything with each other.

You sat curled up on your couch, blankets wrapped around your shoulders as the TV droned on in the background. You didn’t even know what was on, your mind miles away from where you were as that fateful night ran through your head on repeat. You had shed all the tears you had for the day hours ago, left feeling numb as you sat on the couch.

A knock on your door pulled you out of your thoughts, slowly turning to look at the door as another knock echoed through your apartment. You slowly stood, making your way over to the door in your pajama shorts and tank top. You peeked through the peephole, heart racing and breaking at the same time as you saw who stood on the other side.

“Y/N, please open the door. We need to talk.” He said softly, voice muffled by the wood that separated the two of you. Your stomach churned in fear, hand shaking as you slowly turned the lock and grabbed the door handle. You slowly turned the handle, cracking the door open as you lowered your gaze.

“Can I come in?” He asked softly, your chest tightening at the sound of his voice. Against your better judgement, you pulled the door open more, stepping aside for him to come in. You kept your gaze on the floor as he walked inside, shutting the door quietly behind him. You took a deep breath before turning around to look at him, gaze meeting his finally.

It was like a punch to the gut as your heart raced, reminding you of the feelings you felt for him that you tried to bury. Pain and guilt swirled in his gaze mixed with a third emotion you couldn’t decipher. Guilt settled into your own bones, quickly averting your gaze to your hands fiddling with the hem of your tank top.

“So, um, about that night…” You started, heart racing and palms sweating. You swallowed nervously, several thoughts bubbling through your head as you thought of what to say next.

“Why… why don’t we just forget it happened. It was just a one night stand anyways, but… but I don’t want to lose you as a friend, so let’s just forget it happened and move on. I mean, it meant nothing. I-I mean, it meant everything to me. I mean, shit, I didn’t mean to say that. Look, let’s just forget this and go back to being friends.” You smiled sheepishly as you lifted your gaze, your stomach churning at the words that had just come tumbling out of your mouth.

“A one night stand?” You watch as Harrison’s gaze softens as he stepped closer to you, his hands coming up to cup your cheeks. His thumb brushed across your cheek, catching a falling tear. His lips pulled up into a soft smile as he held your face between his hands. “You were always more than a one night stand, more than a best friend, to me.”

Your heart fluttered in your chest at his words, the butterflies housed in your stomach going crazy.

“You… you were always more than a best friend to me too.” You muttered softly, your eyes flickering down to his lips for a split second. Your heart raced, pounding in your ears as he slowly pulled you closer. Your eyes fluttered closed as his breath fanned across your lips, your body thrumming with a nervous energy as his lips finally met yours.

It was better than the kiss the two of you shared the night before. It was soft and gentle, filled with unspoken words and feelings as his fingers tangled in your hair. You wrapped your arms around his neck as the kiss deepened, fingers combing through his hair. The touch of his lips was electric as they moved against yours, sending shocks of electricity through your veins.

You soon pulled away for air, his forehead resting against yours, breaths mingling between you. You felt like your heart was going to leap out of your chest as you kept your eyes closed, scared that if you opened them, it would turn out to all be a dream.

His hands slowly dropped to your waist, pulling your chest against his as he placed soft kisses against your lips.

“I want to redo that night without the alcohol and hidden feelings.” He whispered against your lips, sending shivers down your spine and causing a pleasant feeling to blossom in your chest and stomach. You silently nodded as his fingers creeped under your shirt, his touch hot against your skin. He captured your lips in a seering kiss driven by passion as his grip tightened on your waist. He started leading you to your bedroom, his tongue slipping between your lips and dancing with your own.

Your skin tingled beneath his fingers as he pulled you into your bedroom, his hands slowly traveling down and grabbing your butt as the back of your legs hit your bed. You groaned into the kiss, your lungs begging for air as you pulled away, stripping off your shirt as he got rid of his. You fell back against the sheets, pulling Harrison down with you as his fingers swiftly unlatched your bra.

Your fingers explored his bare chest, tracing every dip and curve as his lips travelled across your jaw and down your neck. He didn’t hesitate as his lips attached themselves on your collarbone as you let out a moan. You squirmed as his tongue swiped over the reddened skin, nails raking down his back.

“God, you’re gorgeous.” He mumbled against your skin as he left open mouthed kisses across your chest. He slid your bra off as your cheeks flushed, tossing it somewhere on the floor as you tangled your fingers through his hair. He gently cupped your breasts, a groan leaving his lips as he buried his face against them, a giggle slipping past your lips.

“Fuck, you’re so perfect love.” He whispered, his voice vibrating against your skin as you ran your fingers through his hair. He peppered your chest with kisses, muttering soft compliments and praises as he went, furthering the wet spot growing in your panties. Your cheeks burned as you watched him, gasping as his lips wrapped around one of your erect nipples. His mouth was warm, tongue wet as it swirled around the nub, drawing a moan past your lips.

His lips moved lower as he tweaked your nipples, his name falling from you lips as you moaned. You felt him smile against your stomach, his gaze flicking up to meet yours as your chest heaved. Blue eyes bore into yours as his fingers hooked under the waistband of your shorts, slowly pulling them down your legs as your core tightened and throbbed with need. His fingers pressed against your clothed folds, groaning as he felt how soaked you were.

“Already so wet for me.” He hummed, pushing your panties aside and running his fingers through your soaked folds. A loud moan escaped as he brushed over your clit, your back arching off the bed at the shock of pleasure that coursed through your veins.

“Harrison, please. I need you.” You whined, too impatient to continue on with the foreplay. You gently tugged at his hair, smiling as he crawled back up your body and pressed his lips against yours. His fingers continued to swirl around in your juices, teasing your entrance with the tip of his finger as you whined. He swiped his fingers between your folds once more before pulling away.

“Open up.” He said softly, pressing his arousal soaked fingers to your lips. You groaned as you obeyed, tasting yourself on his fingers as he slipped them between your lips. Your tongue swirled around, cleaning every inch of your juices, moaning at your taste as you stared into his eyes.

“Fuck, that’s hot.” He mumbled as he pulled his fingers from your mouth. He fumbled around as he undid his jeans, quickly ridding himself of the constricting fabric and boxers that were hidden beneath. His shaft sprung free, the tip red and swollen, steadily dribbling pre as it twitched once met with the cool air.

“Condoms are in the top drawer of my nightstand.” You said softly, breathless from the sight in front of you. He nodded, pulling the drawer open and finding the box quickly. You watched as he fumbled with the wrapper, soon ripping it open and pulling the condom on. He crawled back over you, his lips meeting yours in a sweet kiss as he slowly pulled your panties off.

“Are you ready, my love?” He asked softly, your chest warming, heart fluttering at his words. You could feel the head of his cock brushing against your entrance as he waited for your answer, your pussy walls clenching in anticipation.

“Yea, I’m ready.” You whispered as you brushed your lips against his. You gasped as you felt him slowly push inside you, your eyes fluttering shut at the pleasant feeling of being filled and stretched. He bottomed our easily, your chest heaving as your walls clenched around him. He groaned in response, his forehead resting against yours as he let you adjust. You wrapped your legs around his hips, pressing your lips against his softly.

“I-I’m good.” You muttered softly, moaning as you felt him slowly pull out. He started off slow as he captured your lips in a passionate kiss, his arms sliding under your shoulders and holding you close to him. Your heart swelled with his tenderness, a sharp contrast to the rough, lust and alcohol driven sex the two of you shared nights before. Your core tightened at the love and care that radiated off of him, enveloping you and filling your every sense. Tears stung your eyes at the overwhelming feeling of joy that radiated through every inch of your body and soul, settling deep into your bones and warming you from the inside out.

Your eyes fluttered open as his lips pulled away from yours, breaths mingling as you tried to catch your breath. His gorgeous blue eyes stared back into yours, blown wide with lust but filled with love and adoration. Your heart threatened to jump out of your chest as tears still threatened to spill, your joy pleasantly overwhelming.

“Fuck, you feel amazing.” Harrison moaned, his pace picking up slowly. Your walls clenched around him at his praise, a moan slipping past your lips as your cheeks flushed more. His eyes shined at your response to his words, his lips pulling up into a smile.

“My baby girl has a praise kink, doesn’t she?” He purred softly, causing you to squirm beneath him. He chuckled in response as his hips started to slap against yours as his pace picked up more. “She likes being told how amazing she feels, yea?”

You moaned at his words as the coil tightened, bringing you closer to the edge. You silently nodded in response, gasping as he shifted, the head of his shaft brushing against your g-spot. He groaned as your walls clenched around him, burying his face in your neck and peppering kisses to your skin.

“So tight for me. Feels amazing.” He muttered as his lips traveled up your neck, warm breath fanning across your ear. You whined softly as he nipped at your ear, hips trying to grind against his for more stimulation. He quickly caught on, his hand slipping between your bodies, his fingers coming to rub against your clit.

Pleasure shot through your veins as you squeezed your eyes shut, his soft words and movements quickly sending you careening over the edge. Your walls convulsed around him, moans and curses falling from your lips as you saw stars. He followed not too far behind you, your name falling from his lips as his hips stuttered. You rode out your highs together, his thrusts slowing as you both came down from your orgasms.

“That was amazing.” He muttered as his lips brushed across your cheek, coming up to meet yours. You hummed into the kiss, smiling as he pulled back to look at you. His skin glistened in the soft light of the room, his blonde hair damp with sweat as his blue eyes sparkled with a new light, lips pulled up in a dazzling smile. Your heart fluttered at the thought of you being the reason he looked so happy, for being the cause of that twinkle in his eyes.

“I love you.” You muttered, the words falling out before you could stop them. Your eyes widened, chest tightening in fear as you stared into his eyes. His smile seemed to only grow larger, his lips pressing against yours once more.

“I love you too, darling.”