#the even got a buzzcut line sends me every time

[pogueswrld]

*•.¸♡ pillowtalk ♡¸.•*

summary: fem!reader (based on oc) and Bellamy agree to mess with Murphy by flirting together and he gets a little insecure, when she comforts him he decides that words are simply not enough.

warnings: nsfw🦢 SMUT SMUT SMUT, Bellamy (yes that's a warning.), some form of flirting, forehead kisses (I'd like to be warned so), oral (fem! receiving), fingering (fem! receiving), thigh riding, dry humping, breeding kink (?), penetrational sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it pls), praising, slight dirty talk, multiple orgasms, nicknames (pretty girl, pretty boy, angel, baby), switch!Murphy, Murphy with a scruff (also a warning lmao), that's it I think.

note: reader and Murphy have an established relationship, this takes place in the six years time skip between season four and five <3 jasper is alive cuz I said so 🧍‍♀️ gif's not mine, found it on Pinterest

The cold metal of the Ark has become something you're used to, your fingertips trace the lines in the walls and it sends a shiver through your body. Your cloth-cladded feet pads across the halls until you reach the common room where Bellamy sat, looking through an old tablet.

John is having one of his 'I wanna be useful' days and has spent the entirety of the day ignoring you. Perhaps not on purpose, but you still feel neglected.

You decide to get back at him by doing the thing he dispises most; teaming up with Bellamy to annoy the hell out of him.

It is almost dinner time which meant that everyone were about to gather in the room you sat in to have one of the meals you all share together, ever since you all left Clarke Earth, there was a silent agreement to not leave each other's side, no matter what. That led to everyone having the meals of the day together.

Even though the meals usually consisted of Monty's algae in different forms, there still was this shimmering vibration in the air when all eight of you gather around the tables you've pressed together to pass stories about your days or memories from before being locked up in the Sky Box── or in Echo and Emori's case, before you guys showed up in their lives.

Emori and Raven were the first to walk in and sit on the table, chattering about training and how Raven was improving with her punches. Then Monty and Harper with Echo trailing behind them, Harper carrying the bowls while the pot of food in Echo's hands.

A graon coming from the hall behind you caused you to turn around and there he was. When you first got to the Ark, John had asked you to give him a haircut and you happily did, now every few weeks he walks into your shared room with a pair of scissors and sits between your legs as you give him the same haircut he's grown to love.

Somehow, he and Jasper had found friendship in the midst of the madness of it all and the buzzcut boy is walking in behind him with a teasing grin.

"Please tell me you didn't poison this Echo, I don't feel like going into another coma." your lover pipes up, his shoulders cracking up in a shiver at the memory of Monty's first try at the algaes. Murphy was the first to try it, he was in a coma for two weeks.

Echo only smirks at him and sets the pot on the table. You share a look with Bellamy across from you and he nods at you, biting back a smirk at the thought of messing with Murphy again.

John takes notice of the glance and pretends to not see it, he leans over to kiss your cheek and you let him. You don't give him a kiss in return and he furrows his eyebrows slightly, but he doesn't spend too much thought into it as he digs into his bowl hungrily.

You take another glance at Bellamy and kick his leg from under the table, the man with freckles looks up at you and smiles then goes back to eating, trying to stifle his laughter as John clenches his jaw from beside you.

This goes all through dinner and by the end of it you think John might explode from the way he tenses when you place a hand on his knee, his jew clenched so hard you think his teeth might shatter. He didn't leave snickering comments at anyone's stories and some of them took notice but one glance at you they realized you were playing around with him, again.

John is the first to leave the table and you freeze up, Emori gives you an exaggerated stare and you smile sheepishly, "I think we over did it this time," Bellamy mumbles and your face pales. "Oh Jesus, you think so?" He shrugs and takes another spoonful of his soup and you groan, not helping.

"I'm gonna go talk to him and make sure he didn't just break up with me." you rush to your feet and down the hallway that leads to your room, you can faintly hear Raven's giggle with Harper.

They always laugh at the way you jog down the hallways.

You knock twice on the door before pushing it open just enough to let your head through, "John?" he hums in response and looks up at you, his blue eyes glistening in the artificial light in the room. The dark long-sleeved overused shirt he's wearing tightens around his biceps as he pulls at the grey overused sweatpants covering his legs higher up to his thighs.

He looked godly, absolutely heaven sent and you hold tighter to the handle and the door when you feel your legs quiver for a moment.

You walk in and make sure to close the door with the lock behind you, even though you both are very open with your relationship you both prefered to keep moments like these to yourselves. Privacy was a luxury you couldn't afford on Earth, so you take advantage of every moment you can get together on the Ark.

You sit at the edge of the bed and keep your eyes on him, "Are you upset?" you ask and your heart races at the thought of the answer. You know he knows that you usually do this with Bellamy just to mess with him, so he knows that you're not actually serious about leaving him for Bellamy, out of all people. But the idea of you leaving him so easily was never venturing too far away in his mind, it's always hovering just around the corner so the second you do something like this, it attacks him with doubts and insecurities. He hates it, mostly because he knows it's not true, but he still can't help it.

He remains silent and the stillness in the room almost brought tears to your eyes. It never came to this, flirting with Bellamy, it usually ended with you holding to Murphy and all three of you sharing a laugh, never to him being too upset that he won't even look at you.

"We were messing with you, you know that right?" you add, hoping that it might clarify whatever he thought of the both of you, "I'd never seriously flirt with Bellamy, John. I'd never dare do that, not to you, not ever."

"But you still do it." his voice was small but steady, he looks up at your eyes and you almost choke on air, "Yeah, to mess with you. You've been ignoring me all day." you whine softly, bringing both of your legs onto the bed so you're sitting on them and facing him completely, your hands facing upwards.

"I've been busy!" he exclaims, shrugging one shoulder. He turns to face you and his fingers twitch as he hesitates if he should reach out to hold your hand or not, he does it anyway.

"I know and I'm not saying that's a bad thing, I just really missed you today." you say the last part in a low mumble, your eyes casted down to your joint hands so you don't see the way his eyes light up at your comment, you don't see the smile that sneaks up to his face and you don't see the mischievous glint behind his irises.

You feel his index and thumb at your chin as he tilt your head upwards to meet his usually icy eyes, a shiver runs down your spine at how dilated his pupils were. His smile was replaced with his signature smirk and you have to hold back from pressing your thighs together, electricity shoots through you from where his skin touches yours and it travels straight to your core.

"You missed me?"

His voice, just like soft velvt, travels your mind and reaches to your soul. A breath escapes you and you unconsciously lean towards him, "Yes." you whisper and when your breath fans across his face he's reminded once again just how deeply he's fallen in love with you.

Your hands, a bit smaller than his scar-littered ones, clutches to his free hand as he leans towards you and your heart hammers when your lips touch. A fire burns so bright within you that it has you on your knees for him, it reaches the deepest parts of your soul and it makes you crave him with such intensity that it reaches him and he moans against your lips.

The sound almost makes you buckle but you reach up and cup his cheeks, kissing him rough enough to make him aware of just how much you've missed him. His hands sneak around your waist and tug you closer onto him. A surprised gasp leaves your lips as you settle in his lap and he smiles against them, his hands squeeze your hips and you can't stop yourself when you push them closer to his body.

He grunts and one of your hands make it to the back of his head, tugging at his golden brown strands and he moans with a certain desperate undertone that has you in shambles.

You grind against him with a goal now, your stomach flutters at the slight friction against your clothed bundle of nerves. "Someone's desperate," he mutters against your lips with a smirk and you grid down on him with extra force, his already hard dick pressing against you and he moans at the pressure he receives from you. "Could say the same about you, pretty boy." he exhales at the nickname, it sends an electric wave straight to his dick and it twitches.

His hands travel upwards, sneaking under your shirt and the contact of his skin on yours makes you gasp. He curls up the hem of your shirt and tugs at it gently, almost immediately you let him go, just for a moment, and pull off the fabric from your skin.

He let out a soft whimper at the loss of your touch in his hair but when you tug at his shirt he's also forced to let you go and discard the fabric somewhere on the floor, your eyes meet and both of you freeze for a moment, you hips never quitting their movements.

You're both breathing heavily as you find pleasure with each other, the eye contact almost makes you shake in his arms but he leans forward and rests his forehead against yours. "I love you." he whispers and you gasp because even though you've been together for almost four years, it still feels the same. Everything feels like the first time with him.

You wrap a hand gently around his neck and pull him closer, your lips meet and John moans. "I love you." You've learned not to say 'too' when you confess your feelings to each other, it never felt the same as when you say the words as an affirmation.

Murphy's hand travels up your back and unclips your bra, he moves one of the straps off your shoulder and you push your arm out of it, letting it fall freely and pull the other strap along. Murphy doesn't touch you right away, instead he trails his fingertips across your back, your shoulder blades and your neck, he whispers sweet nothings against your lips as goosebumps cover your body and you shiver in his hands.

It's funny how easy he was able to have you right in his palm, shaking and desperately aching for him in every way possible.

When he touches your chest you're left gaping and gasping, squirming in his lap as he pinches your nipples between his fingers. He chuckles at your reaction to him and moans when you move your hips a certain way it has him shaking beneath you. His hands go down and he curls his fingers within your pants, he doesn't move though.

"Can I?" your heart almost leaps out of your chest and your nodding frantically, "Please."

He pushes the hard fabric off your skin, leaving you completely exposed for him except for your panties. You go to take them off but he halts your movement, "No, keep them on." even though your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, your pussy clenched around nothing in excitement.

He sneakily helps you off his lap and let's you straddle his thigh instead, you barely notice, too caught up in chasing your high to notice the position change. When you do notice you pause, but John guides you back into your rhythm, the way your knee rubs against his hard on was making his head spin. "Please don't stop," he gasps into the crook of your neck, his hands squeezing the skin at your hips and it makes you grind against him faster, pressing down onto him harder. "Please."

One of your hands remains in his hair as the other one made it to the tent growing in his sweatpants, you cup him through the fabric and he releases a gasp into your neck, the feeling of his breathing on your sensitive skin causes you to shiver and moan. It was all too good. "Fuck." he grunts and bucks his hips into your hand, begging for more.

Your hand wraps around him through his clothes, expertly moving your fingers in circle motions as your thumb presses against his tip. You can almost feel his thighs shaking beneath you but he simply flexes them and it gives you a delicious sensation that makes you let out a loud moan. You muffle it by biting your lips.

His hazy eyes make contact with yours and he gives you a smile that sends you into heaven. You move your hips rougher against him, completely aware of the way you're dripping through the fabric of your panties and the stain it's creating against his grey pants. He dares a to glance down and sees the stain, the hands on your hips squeeze you once more as a groan make its way out of his throat.

The way you're holding him, squeezing and teasing his climax out of him along with the way your eyes roll to the back of your head when your clit brushes against the fabric separating the both of you from one another pushes him to the edge. He puts one finger against your clit and you gasp loudly then use it to your advantage, your orgasm hanging just out of reach.

He brushes his finger in figure eights against your nerve and you have to stop a squeal when your orgasm takes you by surprise, your legs clenche together and trap his hand between your legs and unintentionally, your hand squeezes him tightly and Murphy moans before throwing his head back, his own orgasm washing over him. A visible stain told her that he just came in his pants.

John takes a glance at his pants then looks at his girl, a blush spreads quickly across his cheeks and chest and he hides his face in the crook of your neck, too embarrassed to look you in the eye.

You let out a soft giggle accompanied with a heavy breath, "Let's get these off." your comment suggested that you weren't done with him yet, and it made his softening cock harden in excitement. He followed your instructions and pulled off his pants as you took off the last remaining garment on you and when you straddle him again, you're a lot more meaningful and vulnerable.

John thought that you would leave him at some point of your lives, he thought that you would get tired of him and his constant need to survive and putting him first in difficult situations but that's not true, and you wanted to show him just how untrue it was.

Your arms wrap around his neck as his hold on to your waist, it wasn't as erotic as you thought it'd be but more sensual. Being completely bare with him, skin on skin, being able to share that kind of intimacy with him caused you to lean your forehead against his own, "I'm yours," you whisper, a simple breath in the quiet room, he wouldn't have heard it if you weren't so close to him. "I'm yours forever." you lift your head and press your lips to his forehead.

He almost whimpers, instead he pulls you down and gives a gentle kiss to your lips and trails it down to your jaw, neck and collar bones. You're gasping when he teases your soft spot.

You can feel him all over, his hands going up and down the sides of your body, daring to take hold of your hips and he kneads at your behind, the force behind his action causes you to press your body closer to his and you don't even realize you're moaning until a finger prods at your entrance.

Still slick from your most recent orgasm, John finds it easily to slip into you with one finger, then another and you clench around him, pulling a sweet noise from the back of his throat that lingered somewhere between a moan and a groan.

The way he receives pleasure from giving you pleasure makes you even wetter if that's possible, and he senses it and smirks against your skin. "You like this, don't you? I know baby, I know." he scissors his fingers and the motion makes you close your eyes and moan, resting your head against his. You almost beg for him to do something but he curls his fingers and you whimper loudly, the words dying in your throat.

John looks up at you with dark, lustful eyes as he thrusts his fingers in and out of you, watching you gasp and squirm in his lap with nowhere to escape the increasing torturous pleasure he gives you. He dares to add another finger and you almost fall apart completely, you squeal and your knees buckle, your legs shake slightly as you try to close them around his hand but he holds them apart. He tsks at you, "Come on angel, I want to see you."

Your eyes flutter and a wave of pleasure rolls through you, but it's not enough to give you the heavenly feeling of a climax. "More," you whimper, one of your hands grabbing a fistful of his hair and tugging him upwards to look at you, forcefully removing his eyes from the way his slick coated fingers entered and escaped you repeatedly, "I want more, please." your words are a mere gasp, and John moans lowly when sinful squelches sound across the room from where your bodies connect.

He pushes you down onto the bed to where you're laying on your back, his hand moves out of you just long enough to help you get comfortable, but the empty feeling that washed over you causes you to whimper. "Don't worry angel," he mumbles, a smirk plestering across his face, "I'll give you everything you need and more."

The suggestion causes a heat to rise up within you and you keep your eyes on him from below your lashes, you watch as he litters open mouthed kisses to your chest, the valley of your breasts, your stomach and inner thighs, a gasp leaves you when he bites the sensitive skin gently and you arch your back. "John," you whine, "Please."

"Please what baby?" He knows you hate it when he makes you say the words, but he also knows how much you love it. His eyes cast down to your entrance and catches the way your clench around nothing, it doesn't help your situation and feeds his ego some more, another smirk accompanies his lips as he brushes his scruff against your skin, pressing gentle kisses where he scratched you. "Hmm?"

Another whine leaves you and you arch your back suggestively, he still doesn't move from his spot between your thighs and keeps a pair of innocent eyes on yours, "Yes?" he asks again and you huff, "Can you fuck me? Please." your plea came out in form that suggested you could almost cry from desperation and Murphy fakes a pout, "Aww, is my baby gonna cry? You want me to eat you out that bad?"

Embarrassed, your arms are thrown to cover your eyes, but not the blush that scatters across your cheeks and neck, reaching the tips of your ears. Murphy only chuckles and you're almost tempted to wrap your thighs around his neck and switch your positions so you're in top and choke him with yourself, but the thought flies out the window when his warm mouth latches around your clit.

The sudden warm sensation causes you to gasp loudly and arch your back into him, both of your hands shoot down to his hair and hold onto him tightly, as if you were meant to fly away if you don't. The tug at his strands causes him to moan into your cunt and your eyes roll to the back of your head, both of his hands hold tightly to your thighs ad they rest on his shoulders while his mouth absolutely devours you.

His tongue, having memorized every square inch of your body and knows you better than you know yourself, flicks at the bud of nerves before pressing onto it, he watches you jolt and squirm, but never push him away. He does it again and again, then he let's his nose press against it while his tongue fucks you into heaven.

One of your hands clasp against your mouth to keep your moans at bay while he tongue fucks you, his nose and thumb switch from pressing your clit to flicking it then drawing figure eights onto it. You can feel his other hand disappearing from your skin and when you cast a glance at him, you see him wrap his hand around himself and jerk himself off to you.

The sight makes you moan and John looks up to you then, he catches your eyes and winks, it doesn't help the fire building within you and your back flies off the bed. You moan his name and he almost loses it, his thumb and index squeeze your clit and you squeal and gasp, his other hand leaves his dick and and enters you with a purpose, with the goal to make you cum.

"John," you moan, unable to keep your back to the bed and hold yourself down, both your hands bury themselves in his hair, "I'm so close." he hums against your cunt and laps off your juices, three fingers going in and out of you while his tongue and thumb take turns attacking your clit. "Please please please please," the embarrassment from earlier disappears from your body as you beg for your release, "Baby, can I cum? Please can I cum?"

He chuckles against you and the vibration almost send you floating, but your hold on his hair tightens and he moans and pulls away from you, "Go ahead angel, cum for me, be a good girl and make a mess on our bed."

You whine as you cum, and your legs shake as he holds them apart to not close around his head, his lips don't move from your core and his tongue continues its attack on your cunt. He helps you ride out your second orgasm and when it got too much you squirm away from him, "'s too much, too much."

Murphy only chuckles when he pulls away from you, his nose, mouth and chin glistening with your wetness and you fight the urge to cover your face in embarrassment once again, "Oh you taste so sweet." A gentle whine leaves you and you adjust your body, something prods at your thighs and you're suddenly aware of his hard on.

It was your turn to smirk when he blushes, he buries his face in the crook of your neck and your hand gently, very softly, brushes the back of his neck with the your nails, then letting it trail down his back, sending shivers and goosebumps to raise across his body. "It's my turn to make you feel good." he groans and the sound vibrates through you, your arms hold onto him as you flip him over so you're on top, you straddle his hips and pull away from him to find him grinning. "Oh this is about to be good."

You giggle, distantly aware of his throbbing cock beneath you. You lift yourself off his hips just enough to let his dick rest on his abdomen, then your straddling him again but this time your cunt lays directly onto him and John moans at the sight, his eyes never moving off you as you cover him in your wetness when you grind back and forth on his length.

"Fuck," his curse is enough to let you know that he's enjoying this just as much as you are, and when you feel him twitch you sink into him further, letting your overstimulated clit rub itself in the most painfully delicious of ways.

"I wanna feel you, please," he whines, and your core throbs in desire. You don't tease him like he teased you, you just wrap your hand around him and spread your wetness all over his cock before letting the tip poke at your entrance, you don't push him in though, not even when he bucks his hips in desperation.

"What're you doing?" his breath is knocked out of his chest, he can barely speak and from the hazy look in his eyes you can tell that he can barely think clearly too, you chuckle at him and sink down onto him, feeling him stretch you open as he groans and throws his head back. It felt wonderful to be completely filled by him.

You let out a sound between a strained moan and a whine, John bucks his hips, pushing himself deeper into you, before falling back down to the bed. You know what he wants, but you take it slowly, gently lifting yourself off him, just enough to keep the tip of his dick within you, then you're falling back to let him fill you all the way within you. You both moan, it felt too good not to, and when Murphy sits up, he wraps his arms around your waist and helps you into a steady rhythm that brought both of you to tears from the overwhelming pleasure.

A broken sob escapes you when you feel him reaching deeper within you, his thrusts brushing against your g spot and it makes tears blurry your vision, "You're so close, I can feel you." John gasps into your neck and you whine desperately, your tits bouncing with every thrust and one of his hands cup one while the other keeps a hold on your waist or your hips.

You tug his head away from your chest and lean your forehead against his, your eyes meeting as you breathe the same air, hearts pounding furiously as you both work to chase your highs.

"I love you." he whispers, feeling you clench around him and biting his lips in hopes of not coming undone beneath you already, you press your lips to his forehead, sweat coating your skin and his. He tightens his arms around you and your pace slows down, getting sloppier as your legs scream at you in exhaustion. "I love you."

This time when you orgasm, it's almost relieving, so relieving that you cry shamelessly in his chest. You can feel him thrusting into you still, not holding back when he releases. He groans and whines into your neck as you milk him of every last drop to coat your inner walls, "Holy shit." he breathes, and the inhale that follows feels like fresh air as he wipes away your tears. You hug him closely and he doesn't fight back, he wraps his own arms around your waist.

He helps you lay on your back, still haven't pulled out of you, and keeps his eyes connected to yours. "Sorry for being a dick to you." he mumbles, his hand brushing off a strand of hair that got loose during your activities, you swallow to make sure you can still use your throat and smirk at him, "Sorry for flirting with Bellamy."

He narrows his eyes as a thought passes through his mind, you're almost tempted to ask him what it is but knowing him, he'll grace you with it anyway. "How about you never flirt with Bellamy again, yeah?" he asks, and because he knows you and he knows the way you think, the way you act, he decides to thrust into you one more time before pulling out. He watches you with a smirk as you scrunch your face and nod repeatedly, "Okay, okay okay! Ow, fuck."

You dare take a glance between your bodies and glance at his dick as John purses his lips and slaps it lightly against your clit, it sends a jolt through you and you whine loudly, pushing his shoulder to get off you and he chuckles as he lays beside you.

Yes you might have your differences, and of course you argue, but so does any other couple. What matters is that you talk it out, or fuck it out, and manage to not feel horrible doing it. Sure sometimes it's hard, with John liking to remain silent and brood on his own, but you manage to bring out the best in him, you helped him become the best version of himself and you continue to do so reminding him of what truly matters.

To him, you are the only thing worth fighting for on this decaying world, and you sure as hell feel the same.

#John Murphy #The 100 #the 100 fanfic #John Murphy smut #Bellamy blake #Bellamy blake smut #Clarke griffin #Lexa Kom trikru #Monty green #Jasper jordan #Fanfiction #John Murphy x reader

[hoodharlow]

Poolside Views

AN: This came from an ask @be-ready-when-i-say-go​ sent me about Cal’s long hair. Then este guey had some audacity to work out, looking like a full course meal. Thank you to @chickensass for screen recording this and sending it to me, ilysm. As always thank you to @d-oaks​ for always taking time out of her day to beta read and edit my stuff.

Requested?: Kinda, Hunter sent me an ask that was supposed to be me just going ‘ashgdskjdsjk’ but it lead me to writing this.

Warnings: smut...kinda

Word Count: 2.3k words

"Your ass looks so good in those shorts." Calum said leaning against the makeup display and earning an eye roll from Claudia.

She dropped an eyeshadow brush into her basket and made her way over to the hair care section. Calum pushed off and followed her.

"You know you can give me your number and we can meet up for—"

"Hey, are you ready to go?" A girl asked while approaching Claudia. She gave Calum a suspicious look before smiling at Claudia. She leaned over to her. "Pretend you know me. Maybe he'll stop hitting on you."

It took Claudia a second to process what she meant. "Oh, no. This is my idiot boyfriend. He likes to hit on me for no reason. Sorry for that." She quickly explained.

"Oh."

"Sorry." Calum apologized. The girl gave Calum a final glare and walked over to the Urban Decay display.

Claudia turned around and playfully smacked Calum's arm. "Menso."

"I'm getting a smoothie. You want one?" Calum asked her.

"Please." She nodded. She reached for her bag, pulling out her wallet. She fished out a card. "Here, Danny gave me a gift card for my birthday a few years back and I always forget to use it."

He took the card and strolled over to the Jamba Juice kiosk. A few minutes later he walked back to Sephora with their smoothies and a waffle for Claudia. He spotted her nodding along, bored, at what some guy was telling her. Calum realized exactly why that girl walked over to Claudia earlier. It was clear that the guy was flirting with her, and she was not interested. He also saw how her shoulders tensed as he took a step forward, and she took one back. 

Calum walked over to them. “Here’s your smoothie.” He told her, handing her her drink. The guy watched Claudia take the offered drink, and he slinked off. 

“Thank god you’re here. He was getting on my nerves.” Claudia said before taking a generous sip of her smoothie. She hummed and smacked her lips at how good it was, a habit she picked up from him. 

She led him to the Fenty Beauty aisle to get herself a new foundation. She was supposed to only get some hair treatment for Calum’s hair because the blond ends were starting to split, and the avocado and egg mask she used on herself wasn’t helping him. 

At first Claudia suggested that he should buzzcut it, but, much to her dismay,  he rejected her idea, saying that  he wanted to bring back the curls. Luckily her sister in law went platinum blonde sometime before and recommended this deep conditioner that worked wonders on her.

Claudia unlocked her phone and checked the picture she took of her old bottle to make sure she was getting the correct shade. She also grabbed an eyeliner and some bronzer. When she checked the eyeshadow shades, Calum rested his chin on her shoulder. He snuck a few kisses on her neck, earning a few incoherent sounds from Claudia. 

Casually, Claudia pulled his arm and swatched some of the eyeshadow from the neutral palette on it. She made a face and reached for the redder palette and tested those colors on him. She liked how they shimmered against Calum’s skin, so she placed a palette on her basket. 

“It says that if you get two they’ll cost you $45.” Calum pointed out with his drink. He grabbed a purple-shade palette for her and placed it on her basket. “I’m saving you money here.”

“I don’t take money advice from someone who thought that a roll of fabric only cost $5.” 

“How the fuck was I supposed to know they sell it by the yard?”

“That’s how they sell in Lincraft. When I went with your mom, she bought like three meters of fabric.”

“No shit, they sell in meters, not yards.”

“It’s the same concept!”

While they waited in line ‘Wildflower’ sounded through the store. Both of them looked at each other in disbelief. Calum pulled her to his chest and swayed her to the music, ‘cause he wanted to hold her.

“You’re the only one that makes me...” Calum began.

“Laugh.” Claudia cut him off, filling in the pause.

“Every time we...”

“Talk.” 

Claudia got too into the song that she didn’t realize what her hips did to Calum. He was quick to point out that she wasn’t wearing anything under his ‘Drop Dead’ t-shirt she was wearing. She had somehow tucked it into itself, making it look like a crop top. Once the song ended Calum took the basket and placed it in front of himself, waiting for their turn.

Their last stop at the outdoor mall after Sefora was lunch. They wandered into a taphouse and restaurant where a hostess led them to a table in the back patio. 

Claudia was slightly nervous. She looked around to make sure no paparazzi were present to jump out of the bushes and ambush them with pictures. Once she was sure they were safe, she read over the menu, instantly picking the chicken sandwich and spicy margarita. A waitress came by and took their orders. 

"I'll be right back, gotta take a piss." Calum said. He got up and walked over to the waitress asking for the restroom. 

Claudia pulled out her phone and decided to check Twitter in the meantime. She was speechless to say the least when she saw something new on Cal’s IG page. She couldn’t wrap it around her head why Calum would do something like this. The one time she decided to lurk through his tagged posts, she stumbled on this. It was a boomerang where he’s casually curling weights. 

She should be used to him working out, but in all honesty, she can barely handle him in a t-shirt and basketball shorts. Now she’s seeing him shirtless with his shorts stuck to his legs.

"What are you looking at?” Calum asked her. 

"You said you were working out with your trainer the other day." Claudia accused him.

"I did. When you left for your meeting, he came over. He made me swim a few laps and then we did some weight training." He shrugged. He took a sip of his beer and crossed his ungodly arms on his chest.

Claudia showed him her screen playing the boomerang. "This is not working out. This is thirst trapping."

***

Calum adjusted Claudia's leg around his waist as he fucked into her. They didn't even make it through lunch before they asked the waitress to put their food in take out containers. Once home, their clothes landed on the floor, and Calum was on his knees in front of Claudia. Which brought them to now with Calum on top of her as he made her chant his name for the third time in the last hour. 

Her moans filled his ears, egging him on. He was close. His thrusts became messy and quick. He felt one of her hands release his arm. Slowly it wandered down to where they were connected to each other, and she slowly rubbed herself.

"Cal, please come with me." She said softly. 

It was all he needed. He slowed down, making his thrusts more precise. He leaned down and kissed her. She pulled her hand away from herself and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. 

With a final thrust, Calum got them both off. He kept thrusting into her. He loved how she felt around him as they came together. Without pulling out of her, he maneuvered them so all his weight wasn't on Claudia.

"If my trainer posting videos of me leads to this, then I'm going to work out all the time." he said, earning an eye roll from her. 

To bring them back from cloud 9 haze, Calum blew raspberries on  Claudia's stomach. He kissed up her stomach to her neck until he reached her lips. The kiss was soft and carefree. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, holding her up. He pulled away and exaggeratedly wiggled his tongue as he kissed her, making Claudia giggle. She wrapped her fingers around his hair and sighed. 

“We gotta fix this Maruchan head of yours.” Claudia mumbled twirling his hair. 

He pulled out of her, making her sigh, and slipped on his shorts. He went to the kitchen and grabbed his army green Hydro Flask from the fridge. He sat on one of the stools and mindlessly scrolled through Twitter, reading all of the fans' reactions to him working out. 

Seconds later Claudia came in with the conditioner and shampoo. She leaned against him, reading the instructions of the conditioner. He rested his chin on her shoulder and read the bottle with her. She motioned him to the sink.

Calum leaned back on the sink, and Claudia washed his hair. Her fingers untangled his messy curls as she massaged shampoo in them. She reached over and grabbed the sprayer hose to rinse his head. She turned around to get the conditioner. She poured some on her hand before Calum stopped her. 

“Woah, woah, wait a minute,” he began. “What is this for?”

She looked at him confused, as if he didn't just read the bottle with her. “It helps your hair get all soft and less, like, stiff. Mede used it when she went blonde after having Sebas.” She looked over the bottle. “Mira, it has keratin, your hair is going to look super shiny and actually healthy.”

She didn’t wait for his response before she generously lathered the conditioner on all the dry and blonde parts. Duke wandered in the kitchen, but turned back when he saw Calum getting washed. 

“Now we wait half an hour for it to work its magic on your hair.” Claudia said. She washed all the product off her hands. She eyed him and smirked. "I got an idea on what we could do for the next half hour."

***

Just as Claudia slipped him in her mouth, he suggested they get a pizza. Calum made his way to the front door for their dinner.He was so focused on the pizza order, he didn't notice Claudia left him to get some sun.

He tipped the delivery driver and made his way to the back yard. He caught his reflection in the mirror. His hair really looked shiny and healthy. He pushed it back and fluffed it up. Calum couldn't keep his hands off his hair. In all his years, his hair never felt this soft. 

He set the pizza on the kitchen counter and went outside. He sat on a lounge chair surrounding a metal table. He looked over to the pool and saw a bikini clad Claudia napping on a floatie while Duke rested his head on her ass. He grabbed his phone and quickly snapped a few pictures of them. Without much thought he posted one where her face was hidden. He captioned it, 'Poolside Views' and locked his phone. He'll check the chaos he provoked later. 

He grabbed a pool rod and leaned over, pushing the pool floatie to the edge. Duke woke up and yipped at him causing Claudia to wake up. 

"It wasn't even ten minutes." She sighed. 

"Good because you start school on Monday, and your sleep schedule needs to get fixed." Calum said. 

She flipped him off. She reached for Duke and safely placed him on concrete. She grabbed the edge of the pool and awkwardly pulled herself up. 

Calum was ready with a towel and one of his flannels for Claudia to slip on. He sensed that it was going to be a chilly night, so grabbed a few pieces of wood and went inside to start a fire in the living room's chimney. 

Claudia emerged minutes later dressed in a lace teddy under his flannel. She placed the pizza on the coffee table in front of them and arranged the pillows so they could lean against the couch. She mindlessly scrolled through their watch list on Peacock. She smiled to herself as she queued up '3rd Rock from the Sun' knowing how much it annoyed Calum because Claudia would be heart eyes for Joseph Gordon-Levvit the whole time. 

Once they finished their pizza, they cleaned up and found themselves back in the living room. They continued watching where they left off. At some point they ended up cuddling on the couch with Calum on top. Claudia was twirling around Calum's now soft curls in between her fingers when she felt him sigh in contentment. He nuzzled his head closer to her chest. 

"Thank you." Calum told her quietly. 

"For what?" She asked him, surprised at the comment.

"Making my hair nice and soft. I like how your fingers felt when you washed it. Made me feel special."

Claudia smiled to herself. Sometimes she just couldn't believe how sweet Calum could be. 

"Maybe we can make it a day?" She suggested. She pushed back his hair. "Like selfcare Saturday,  where we spend the day relaxing. We could sleep in then get some breakfast. The rest of the day we spend it with some hair care, skin care and all that jazz."

Calum lifted his head and smiled at her. "I'd like that."

"Yeah?" She asked him. He simply nodded and went back to watching their show. Three episodes later, Calum fell asleep on her. 

Claudia reached for her phone and scrolled through Instagram. She dropped her phone in shock. The phone fell on Cal’s back, starting him awake briefly before he closed his eyes again. Claudia sighed; of course that would be the first picture of her that he posts. She scrolled through the comments, relieved some weren't as bad as she assumed. Until she saw her dad's.

'Pinche Calum.'

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[acuraintergurl]

random things/ saying i love

- when ppl say” love u long time”

- braces ( or what i call them “mouth full of jewels and metal )

- when lighter skin ppls knees get pink

- the color pink itself

- piercings

- when girls have lots of jewelry on them. like lots of bracelets that clang and make lots of noise when they move, necklaces, rings, waist beads, etc etc

- when ppl have summer songs! like when they have a song that reminds them of the summer time or that they played non stop during the summer.

- buzzcuts!!

- when friends or significant others do each other’s hair. like in waves alexis was dyeing tyler’s hair blonde. or in buzzcut season by lorde, she sings about how her and her friends would cut each other hairs when it would got super long in the summer time.

- bikinis!

- huge glasses that hide most of ur face

- mullets especially on girls.

- when i see black girls all collectively wearing their bonnets 2 bed.

- bangs so long that u cant see their eyes

- acrylic nails and painted toes

- DAD HATS!

- bushy eyebrows

- when ppl have a certain piece of jewelry that they always wear and never take off even 4 a shower

- when friends have a thing. example: let’s say a friend group meets every saturday and watches adventure time and eats mcdonald’s, like everyday saturday! and that’s their thing.

- when ppl smile or laugh so big u can see the gaps in their teeth

- kisses on thighs

- when ur hugging someone and u wrap ur arms around their hips and kinda hang ur thumbs on their belt loops

- when ppl tape bus tickets, movie tickets, play tickets,metro cards or old receipts from diners or whatever into their journals

- tattoos on fingers

- ice cream trucks

- when ppl have an unspoken understanding of things (like how my ex bestfriend microwave worked in specific way like u had 2 turn it a certain way and stop it at a certain time and everyone in the house understood how 2 work it.)

- imperfect ponytails

- kisses on knuckles

- 2016/2017/2018 aesthetic

- when ppl have like comfort backpack or bag? like a bag they put everything in and use all the time and like cant live without

- when ur done getting ready and someone ask u 2 do a “360”

- when u get close enough 2 someone that they show u their baby pictures

- when someone knows u enough 2 already know ur order at a food place.

- “emotional support water bottles”

- napping with ppl

- darker skinned ppl blushin

- iphone 6 camera quality

- leaving clothes at a friends house bcos ur just close like dat lol

- having a gas station order?!

- mistki’s lyricism

- sonder son

- birth marks/beauty marks

- putting flowers in hair

- chuck taylor’s

- when willow smith says “ run my hands through your hair you wanna run your finger through mine but my dreads 2 thick and that’s alright”

- smoke fits! meaning when smokers who live in cold areas have 2 go outside 2 smoke we usually have 2 layer up so we end up having these cute ridiculous looking outfits and everyone kinda has this mutual understanding not 2 judge.

- friendship bracelets

- bulky jackets

- keychains and when ppl have tons of stuff on it

- crochet dresses

- “nobody’s heart is perfect”

- “don’t push away the ppl that ground u”

- the concept of not being who u r without some of the ppl in ur life “i wouldn’t b who i am without u”

- “u r the greatest love i’ve ever felt and known”

- the skating rink

- ppl with soft skin

- the little patch on the back of levi jeans

- when women let their hair grow and don’t wear bras (wishin i had the confidence 2 not wear one)

- painting someone’s nails/someone painting ur nails

- when ppl say “always” as an alternative 4 “i love u”

- the word “ache”

- rubbing ur hands over thighs, but not aggressively more sliding ur fingers over their thigh and knees

- sweaters

- the non stop laughter while high

- baby tees and graphic tank tops

- the song honey by kehlani

- tan lines

- collecting journals

- the fair

- the cute little messages on victora secret perfume bottles

- “if we ever stop talking send me a song”

- charm bracelets

- pretty lacey bras

- cute pretty little pins in girls hair

- black girls with bangs

- stickers on phone cases

- puffer coats

- smoking in the summer

- the pet name “honey” and “baby”

- when someone rests their head on ur shoulder

- when ur listening 2 music with someone and ur using wired headphones so u have 2 b rlly close so the headphones don’t come out from ur ears

- gunky mascara and glossy lips

- sitting on benches on a sunny day

- the summertime 😍😍😭

- new york city

- when girls put their hair up in a lil pony and it swings

- when ppl tell u about the dream they had when they like first wake up and there’s something so subtly pretty about the slur in their voice due 2 just waking up and how heavy their eyes r

- when u can hear bits of someone’s accent when they get rlly passionate about something

- the sleep u get after being out 4 a rlly long time

- when you’ve been in tight shoes most of the day and get home and finally take them off and just relax urself or when u have socks on 4 a while and u take them off and there’s lines from the inprint so u just rub on them and it feels nice

- when ur touching knee slightly hits someone’s knee and they don’t move

- the neon “open” signs at gas stations at night time

- how girls look when they’re doing their makeup and look super focused

- in movies when the camera pans 2 the teenager in the house door and like they have a door collage and one of the pictures is “STAY OUT” or “KEEP OUT” suppper edgy right? lol

- slushees

- sleeping after swimming in the pool all day

- tote bags

- when ur in the store and u have been pushing the cart 4 a while so in result of getting tired u slump ur upper body onto the cart a little bit and close ur eyes and breathe

- having bikinis air dry in the summer

- pretty chinese mesh slippers

- bucket hats

- girls getting ready 2gether

- girls straightening or doing each other hair

- the intimacy of putting lipstick on someone else’s lips

- when b4 someone shows u something that they’re excited about they say “ur gonna freak” or “ur gonna die” idk it gets me excited

- the word ghetto and ratchet ppl think it’s an insult but i think of nice things when ppl say that. like “ratchet happy birthday” by drake gives me fun and lit vibes. and ratchet saturn girl” by amine gives me dream girl vibes

- when u sleep with someone and y’all have unsaid understanding of ur sides of the bed

- women with big/chubby arms

- the shower u take right after cutting ur hair

- when the song ur listening 2 bass is so heavy so u start nodding ur head 2 dance along.

- the sweater + leggings + long socks combo

- handwritten letters 4 no reason

- letters 2 urself

- excessive use of emojis

- the sisterhood of girls asking 2 braid ur hair in class

- using the word “fly” as a compliment

- bowls cuts

- gogo boots

- girls wearing boxers

- when ppl call thei girlfriends “my girl”

- nicknames

- locs

- thongs

- moisturized skin

- daniel caesars lyricism and album freudian

- when ppl call ppl with long legs “legs”

- “oh brother!”

- DARIA

- “love u the most”

- so cute that ppl say “peace!” as in goodbye it’s like instead of goodbye u wish 4 them peace ☮️ that’s so freakin cute

- “luv bug”

- i luv when ppl with bigger long hair and bangs push their glasses 2 their forehead or up 2 their hair so their hair moves into this weird position that makes their hair look so cute n messy and i luv it.

- “take care of urself”

- “till 4ever falls apart”

- VS pink underwear

- when u can see a girls pantie lines in leggings

- women wearing leggings

- women with hairy arms and legs

- thick nice acrylic nails

[writersplight]

sometimes life’s a bitch and then you keep living.

Connie remembered everything about that night.  It was raining, and it was late. About two in the morning. The car was stuffy, but he didn’t want to be anywhere else. His girlfriend and childhood friend, Sasha, was silent. It was weird, because she usually picked him up blasting music and having something to say. But tonight—that night—she had nothing to say to them. Usually the cliffside view was beautiful for a sunset, and they’d hold hands and laugh until they decided they were tired enough to go home. It would be hours at a time. Sometimes, they’d buy McDonald’s and rant about the world, sitting on the car hood with just each other. 

“School starts up again next week,” she started, quietly, her eyes on the wheel.  “Yeah. Spring break was not long enough—”  “It never is for you,” she snorts, and he rolls his eyes. She was right. No matter how long the break, Connie always complained about school. It’s not totally his fault that he feels stupid in every class he has; even the one he gets B’s in. Sasha wasn’t like that in all her classes, she excelled in science and math, and even though her mind was dead by the time she got to English, she still did well. Intellectually, she was superior. He didn’t mind—he was too preoccupied celebrating her academic achievements to compare himself to her.  “Yeah. I’m not a fan of—”  “It’s still raining. . .” It’s weird that he never got to finish his sentence. Maybe she was afraid he’d say something to make her stay. Not that he would have. “Nothing good ever happens when it rains.”  She started the car again, and Connie, who was trying to figure out why his heart was starting to sink, kept quiet. He was never quiet. He always had something to fill the silence with. He wanted to tell her about his parent’s divorce, but he couldn’t he couldn’t find the words. It wasn’t the time.  As they pulled up to his lawn, the rain started to come down harder, and everything finalized in his mind.  “Who is it?” he asked, quietly, finally getting his one sentence in. Sasha grips the steering wheel tightly, but she was glad he got the memo—they were breaking up. She already soft-blocked him from all her social media, but he wouldn’t know that until morning. “Niccolo,” she finally says, and he nods. He knows of him. Blonde VoTech student, succeeding in the culinary field. Of course that would win over the brunette—the way to her heart is through her stomach.  He swallowed dryly.  “See you at school?” he wouldn’t meet her eyes, hand on the car door.  “Oh, Connie. . .” her face got dark. She wouldn’t look at him. He was standing in front of her on his lawn. He doesn’t remember moving. “No.”  She drove off.  Connie spent the rest of freshman year, and all of sophomore year avoiding Sasha and her boyfriend. He’s never seen her happier, and he didn’t want to interrupt that. Despite, you know, wanting to be the cause of her happiness. He heard them laughing a lot. It was torturous.  He was always dizzy, and kept his hood up to prevent the bright lights from reaching his eyes. He was starting to find comfort in the darkness that once scared him. The unknown of it all really put him at ease. It did keep him up, though. Pros and cons.  “Connie!” Sasha finally caught up to him, midst of junior year, grabbing his arm so he wouldn’t run. The cars were starting to pull away around them, so she pulled him to her car. He kept his eyes on the asphalt ground.  “What’s going on, man? You’ve been avoiding me for so long! Marco, Jean, and I were trying to—”  The world turned red, and spun. Distantly, he questioned, “What?”  “Why have you been avoiding me?”  “Why?” he repeated, dumbfounded.  “Yeah,” she cocked her head to the side like he was confusing her. Shoving his hands in his pockets, his eyebrows furrow.  “Sasha. . . You broke up with me. What do you mean?”  “Yeah, but—”  “You blocked me on Instagram and Snap,” he pointed out, getting angrier. His hands were starting to shake. “You started avoiding me first!”  “Yeah, but. . .”  “Am I an asshole for returning the favor?”  “No, but I miss you.” she pouted, twiddling her fingers. That’s the last straw.  “Sasha, we’re not in middle school anymore! That pout won’t work. I’m sorry you missed me, but I’m not willing to let myself hang around and wait until it’s convenient for you to feel up to being my friend again. That’s not fair to me.” She was starting to get upset, he could see that. But he’s been upset for months upon months. It’s almost been two years.  “You’re so happy with Niccolo, then make friends with his friends. No need to involve me.”  “But. . . You’re my best friend, Connie,” she reaches for his hand, but he yanks his arm away.  “I was, wasn’t I?” he steps

back. “Well, everything must come to an end.”  “Wait!” she cried out, and he found himself waiting. It angered him that he was still willing to listen to her. He turned back to her, eyebrows raised. “How. . . How did you move on?”  “Move on?” he thought about, removing a hand from his pockets to fix his falling hood. “I didn’t. I probably won’t ever ‘move on’, but. . . I just take one step at a time. It’s all I can do.”  “I miss your company.”  Connie went silent, eyes on his beat up converse. The wind picked up. He didn’t have anything else to say. Sure, he missed his best friend, too, but it’s not like she unblocked him or truly made an effort. He shrugged, turning on his heel. There wasn’t much else he could do. He was so close to being roped back into her friend loop. He couldn’t do that to himself. He tried, at first, to make amends, but she always turned him down. Connie couldn’t keep waiting.  Connie spent a lot of his high school life working. He wanted to save up for something fun to do with friends. Marco and Jean offered not many ideas, but it hit the buzzcut teen when he was trying to sleep one night—a camp out. In the woods not too far behind his house. There’s this clearing he used to use that’s perfect.  He sent out a massive group text. That included: Jean, Marco, Annie, Bert, Reiner, Mikasa, Armin, Eren. . . His thumb hovered over Sasha’s contact. He frowned. He skipped over her, and sent the text. Despite it being one in the morning, everyone seemed on board. They spent the next hour finding a date. They decided upon July 12th, where they all had time to call out and arrange accordingly.  That date. . . In fifth grade, that’s when Connie asked Sasha out. They dated until freshman year. It was wild how the universe works. He agreed upon the date and marked it in his calendar.  After graduation, he continued working. He still had a few months before he was going away to college, and he still had the whole camp out to put together. He found himself hanging around Annie and Mikasa a lot. He didn’t expect them to be so hands on with the project, or into it at all—considering how they tended to not be huge talkers—but they were. It didn’t make sense to him, but he had fun organizing it with them.  It all came to him at the end of the night, after grilling hot dogs and hamburgers for dinner. He was sitting in a lawn chair, staring at the stars by himself, with this big dopey smile on his face. His hand was around his soda bottle. Annie and Mikasa pulled chairs up to sit with him.  “You seem happier than you’ve been in years,” Annie points out, handing him a bottle of root beer. He opens it for her, nodding along to what she said.  “Yeah. I am.”  “Does this mean you’re over Sasha?” Mikasa sends a glare to the blonde, and Connie finds himself laughing. It was funny how people still treated it like a sore subject.  “No. Yes? I’m able to talk about it, but it still hurts. It’s everything and nothing at all.” He adjusts himself in his chair. He bought a tent big enough for them all to lay in, and he managed to be assigned to the very girls sitting next to him. However, he was focused on the stars.  “I’m glad you’re feeling better,” Mikasa settles on, not being too good with words. That’s something Annie and her shared—their difference was Mikasa had a heavy filter, where Annie’s filter was non-existent. She thought about her words heavily.  “Me too. It’s good to be hanging out with my friends again. I’m sorry for, you know, being shitty. I didn’t mean it.”  “It was a tough breakup. Don’t worry about those it doesn’t concern.” Annie advised, taking a swig of her soda.  “It does concern you guys, because you’re my friends and I wasn’t there for you. That’s how I see it, and I’m sorry. But, yes, it was tough. I tried to ignore it but. . . Well, there are some things you can’t avoid in life. I had to deal with it.” Connie explained, looking into his soda bottle. He’s glad he found his way out. He just got so tired being sad that he had a breakthrough. Some aren’t as lucky, but he was never the

forever-brooding type. He was much more comfortable as the clown of the group.  “And you’re better now for it,” Mikasa says softly, turning to him. She placed a hand over his, and Annie took his other hand. His face grew hot, but they all looked at the stars. There was comfortable silence between them. Slowly, Connie intertwined their hands together. In the distance, Jean and Eren could be heard bickering about trees. Weird topic for them, but it was normal.  “We both like you, Connie,” Annie finally said, “and we’d like to figure out what that means.”  His smile grew, finally tearing his eyes away from the stars. He looked between them, and found that they weren’t joking with him. He’d never think he’d go from dating, to sadly single, to being fine with being single, to possibly having two girlfriends. Life was crazy in that way.  “Okay,” he said, turning his direction to the stars. It got quiet again, but the conversation started back up when Connie mentioned he didn’t know how to piece together constellations—or something along those lines—but Annie did. She spent the hour before bed teaching them about how to find north, and some constellations that she could find. Mikasa, on the other hand, had a handful of knowledge about astrology, and told her lovers all about it as they turned in for the night. Connie was set in the middle, with his arms around both of them.  When college came around, it turns out that Annie was going up north. Mikasa and Connie were also going up north, but for a different college. They decided to buy a two bedroom apartment together and to just commute. It was weird to live with two girls prone to bickering, but Connie was always able to compromise. On top of that, they all were pretty good at communication between each other.  When Mikasa was feeling left out, she sent a text explaining herself the best she could, and her two lovers always figured out a way to make it up to her. Same with Annie. The blonde and black haired girls were always able to communication to Connie how they were feeling, and they genuinely listened to Connie when he spoke—especially if he cracked some stupid joke; they love his shitty humor. They loved him. He, of course, loved his two strong girlfriends, and never felt emasculated—he enjoyed watching them outlift in the gym, and was very encouraging.  He’s grateful for them, and couldn’t ask for better girlfriends.

#aot #connie springer #ex springles #sasha braus #eren jaeger #mikasa ackerman #armin arlert #annie leonhardt #ending polyamory #might be occ bc it was early when i wrote this #snk #annie/connie/mikasa #mikonnie #springhardt #attack on titan #cw: long post #cw: disney-style dramatics #my works.mp3

[harringroveficlibrary]

Harringrove ABO Masterlist

someone asked for an abo masterlist, so here it is! 

this list isn’t sorted in any particular order, other than by date posted, which is the default on ao3. (newest -> oldest) i also didnt include every single fic in the abo tag because this list was already going to be a large post. if there are any fics i missed that someone thinks should be included, feel free to send an ask or to just reply to this post! :^) ♥  -cade 

updated: April 16th, 2020

Carnal by mrhiddles (1/1 | 4,001 | Explicit)

Steve goes into heat when Billy pulls up to school. Billy's the only one who can help him, or so Steve says.

The Case Where Billy Hargrove Turned Out To Be Not Your Average Alpha by Anonymous (1/1 | 3,249 | Teen+)

“I don’t spend heats with alphas.” Steve said, his gaze avoiding Billy’s.

Billy faltered at that, his brows furrowing in confusion. “I thought you’d spent your heats with people before?” Billy asked.

“Well yeah, but not with alphas.” Steve huffed.

“So— You’re a faggot?” Billy asked, his eyes widening.

warnings: creator chose not to use archive warnings

Perfectly Unnatural by ImNeitherNor (1/1 | 3,255 | Explicit)

‘You’re not an alpha in this house, boy. You’re not strong. You’re not even responsible with your sister. You don’t respect Susan. I thought I taught you enough in California.’

Neil’s words clang around Billy’s skull and burn the inside of his bones as he sits on the hood of his Camaro. The metal below his ass is warm from the engine just having been turned off, but the lights still spill out across the cliff. This place, nestled at the top and shrouded by trees, catches the wind just right. The wind bites through his jean jacket, settling close to his skin. The cherry red glow of his cigarette gives a false sense of warmth and puts Billy’s teeth on edge.

‘You’re unnatural.’

warnings: references to childhood abuse

Puppy Pile by Strawberry_Sweetheart (1/1 | 2,432 | Not Rated)

Steve forgets about his heat and thinks he has enough time to make a grocery run before it really hits.

He seems to have miscalculated.

Luckily, Billy is there’s to get him home safe.

warnings: creator chose not to use archive warnings

One Last Time by Strawberry_Sweetheart (1/1 | 3,157 | Not Rated)

It came with a phone call late at night, just past the witching hour. It was deathly quiet and dark, a new moon withholding any moonlight to chase the shadows away, and in that silence the piercing ring of the telephone downstairs cut through their dreams. A sleepy noise and wiggle came from the lump under Billy, shifting until it escaped Billy’s arms and legs that held it hostage.

Or

this is a requested fic for Alpha El + Billy and Steve being good parental figure types and helping her figure things out

warnings: creator chose not to use archive warnings

So messed up, I want you here by Boudoir_Writer (1/1 | 3,942 | Explicit)

“I turned you bitch, Harrington.” His voice is gravel and petrol, his limbs and heart lead. “We’re never going to be done.”

warnings: dubcon

Smoke by Carerra_os (1/1 | 468 | General)

Billy is ditching class for a smoke break when Steve comes along. -

Originally this was written for You're Extra Special, Something Else. However that story went in a different direction.

Black silk and wild flowers by Catharrington (1/1 | 3,015 | Explicit)

Steve’s birthday was really just another day. The only thing that made it special was his fathers insistence on going to a party thrown for just him, a party filled with starving alphas with fat wallets all rutting against themselves to buy their own little omega. Steve hates what his father makes him do. Steve hates his birthday. Until Billy Hargrove crawls through his window to remind him it’s not all bad, silver lining in the clouds and shit, and brings him a present.

Drop (The Game) by MissGillette (3/3 | 42,080 | Explicit)

Billy has wanted a piece of Steve since spotting him on the school parking lot his first day. So when Steve flees the bathroom at Tina's Halloween party, distressed and about to drop, Billy does the only logical thing: follow the scent.

The Lucky One by wingedbears (1/1 | 6,881 | Mature)

In a world where on one arm is your soulmate's name, and the other's is your enemy's, omega Billy has to learn to let shit go.

Princess of the apocalypse by Boozombie (2/2 | 15,034 | Explicit)

Steve just wanted to keep his kids safe, and Billy knows how to use that.

warnings: rape/non-con

Princess that runs his world by Boozombie (3/3 | 11,747 | Not Rated)

Billy takes Steve to wash up and plans to get him alone for a date. Steve wants to bring his pack along.

warnings: creator chose not to use archive warnings, rape/non-con elements

lately i feel like i've been losing (my mind) by ToAStranger (1/1 | 3,162 | Explicit)

Billy hasn't felt right since the summer straight out of a horror movie. His instincts are all off. And Steve Harrington keeps looking at him.

Pothos by moonflowers (1/1 | 6,714 | Explicit)

He felt like the rabbit and the fox all at once, the thrill of chasing and being chased, a circle, whole. He might’ve felt stupid about it, if it hadn’t been so intense. Robin always told him he fell for people too easy – and fine, she was right – but this was something else. Or maybe not yet, but oh man he was starting to think he wanted it to be. And it was probably idiotic of him to get his hopes up, but he couldn't help but think maybe Billy did too; watching Steve from behind a tired and quietly angry veneer, a little twist of hope just visible through the mask.

Dubious Hijinks by Corvin (1/1 | 3,998 | Teen+)

Steve needs a buffer between him and the alpha his dad picked for him. The best option he can think of is an uncooperative Billy Hargrove.

with them indiana boys (on them indiana nights) by ToAStranger (1/1 | 4,842 | Teen+)

The thing is, when Billy first saw Steve Harrington, he knew.  

He grew up knowing.  It was hard not to, with all of those hormones and instincts running through his fucking veins.  He knew, one day, he’d run across someone that smelled so right, so fucking perfect that he’d want nothing more than to bury his face against their scent gland and breathe in until the smell becomes a taste becomes a sensation becomes--

Well.  The thing is, he’s always known.

None Brighter Than Your Eyes by Doodsxd (1/1 | 9,991 | Explicit)

Sex Ed course came once again, and, for the first time, Billy listened.

He listened, because it started to match and make sense with what Max’s little troup told him over and over again.

Apparently, it was biology which dictated that omega jewelry wasn’t just a futility or decoration, or even a signal that the omega was taken. It wasn’t a trade, sex for jewelry, like Neil had taught him all his life. No: scientists had found back in the sixties that omega jewelry has a soothing effect, especially during heat, as a reminder of love and affection; something tangible and available at all times, even when no one is.

warnings: graphic depictions of violence

"is that what you want, princess?" by greeneyedsourwolf (1/1 | 4,008 | Explicit)

Steve asks Billy if he wants to spend their first heat together.

warnings: creator chose not to use archive warnings

Pool Time Stress by AMemoryDelayed (1/1 | 2,610 | Explicit)

Steve's been visiting the pool pretty frequently. He can't help it when he'd been carted along that one time. He can't stand to watch Billy eye other women. It makes him regret it too, and yet. He's excited when Billy barely even moves his gaze over to him. He gives Steve the slightest of grins from where he's sat at. He doesn't make any other sign to warn him of what's to come beyond that. Steve knows though.

warnings: creator chose not to use archive warnings

Thanks Phyllis by Corvin (1/1 | 11,764 | Explicit)

Steve wants to start a family and asks Billy for help. What was supposed to be a purely professional exchange turns a lot more intimate than he expected.

Everything falls back by Crowweb (1/1 | 1,302 | Teen+)

Billy isn't home like he's supposed to and Steve gets a bad feeling through their bond. The alpha turns up beaten up after a couple of hours.

warnings: creator chose not to use archive warnings, blood

push him down (spread him out) by tol_sirion (1/1 | 3,529 | Explicit)

“It’s embarrassing.” Steve whines and covers his face instead.

Billy tuts. “None of that, now,” he says, and Steve slowly looks up, hands falling to each side of his head instead. “Just one more picture. One more, and I’ll give you what you want.”

And maybe it’s cruel, holding it over Steve like that. Like only if Steve is good and does what Billy says, he’ll finally get dicked down the exact way he wants, and not a minute before.

Woke Up Thirsty by trashcangimmick (1/1 | 3,256 | Explicit)

Billy shows up at the Byers house looking for Maxine. Instead, he finds Steve Harrington and a kind of surprising proposition.

warnings: creator chose not to use archive warnings

Grace Me With Nothing But Patience by itscrybabyharrington (icanspelliero) (1/1 | 6,587 | Explicit) 

It started off as an itch beneath the surface of his skin, no matter how hard Steve pressed his nails could never dig through, could never scratch the discontent that simmered just beneath.

Tommy says it’s nothing, signs of an early rut approaching, meds wearing off after taking them for so long. Only Steve knows Tommy is full of shit and this doesn’t feel like a rut.

warnings: underage, offensive language used, homophobia

Buzzcut Season by Senowolf (1/1 | 6,332 | Teen+)

Steve always waits for Billy to come back to him.

I Wanna Be Loved by harringrovecryptid (13/13 | 51,993 | Explicit)

"Brenner Relations" was one of the most lucrative businesses in the modern age. But only its clients and staff actually knew how it made its money. Billy Hargrove found himself being one of those people. But the deeper he got involved with the shady industry, the more secrets he began to uncover regarding the omegas that are considered company property.

warnings: graphic depictions of violence, rape/non-con elements

Assigned Alpha by Kiram (2/2 | 3,415 | Explicit)

Steve used to just be an unknown secondary gender till Billy Hargrove rolled into town. Steve’s stuck in a rock and a hard place and is inevitable forced to fold and give into his nature. Billy likes bugging Steve while simultaneously protecting him.

war song by themundaneweirdo (1/1 | 1,789 | General)

Steve misses his soldier.

Don't Take Your Time With Me by trashcangimmick (1/1 | 6,864 | Explicit)

Billy is usually a light sleeper. But when he’s drunk, it’s a completely different story.

warnings: creator chose not to use archive warnings, rape fantasy, implied/referenced sexual assault, implied/referenced child abuse

I Can Do That by captainwingdings (1/1 | 1,971 | Explicit)

Billy wants to help out with Steve's heat, so he shows him a taste of what he can do.

warnings: creator chose not to use archive warnings

Hot Blooded by captainwingdings (1/1 | 4,463 | Explicit)

The new guy from California catches Steve Harrington's attention for more than one reason. Not only was he hot as hell and didn't know how to button his shirts, but he was the strangest omega that Steve had ever seen. 

warnings: creator chose not to use archive warnings

Moaning Lisa Smile by trashcangimmick (1/1 | 3,735 | Explicit)

Billy maybe kind of hides the fact that he’s an Omega because he’s too queer, and too pretty, and would rather not deal with a bunch of idiot Alphas trying to screw the gay out of him. But Steve’s not an Alpha. Steve is also very pretty.

warnings: creator chose not to use archive warnings, consent issues

Sweet Dream (Saccharine) by Highsmith (1/1 | 16,039 | Explicit)

Billy and Steve aren't friends, until they are, and they're not more than that, because the world doesn't work that way.

warnings: implied/referenced child abuse, recreational drug use

Pressing the accelerator down by Etnoe (1/1 | 6,229 | Explicit)

Heat season takes a toll of two alphas who can't find anyone to share a rut with. Aside, of course, from each other.

warnings: creator chose not to use archive warnings

Keeping a bit of you by peirypatt (1/1 | 697 | General)

Over the years Steve's room has had several changes and seen many trends and phases, but there was only one thing that didn't belong to Steve inside his bedroom. A denim blue jacket.

It came naturally to us by peirypatt (1/1 | 650 | General)

Saying that Steve and Billy held hands in 1999 for the first time would be wrong and right at the same time. It's complicated, and at the same time, it's not.

Don't Belong To Anyone (Else) by sparkleeye (2/2 | 31,145 | Explicit)

And he does, just Billy’s fucking luck, because Harrington licks his lips and hoarsely goes, “I fucking knew it, fuck Hargrove, you’re in heat.”

He shudders as Harrington takes a step towards him. The tangy, warm scent of alpha has him struggling to stand upright, already slipping into the too far gone state and it’s fucking Harrington’s fault because he still won’t leave.

Better yet, he knows, he can smell the sweetness of omega, particularly herbal and saccharine like lavender and vanilla - Billy knows he smells like a girly little candle, okay - flooding the air between them. He could push Billy over and take him there, on the floor, push his face down onto the cracked, dusty concrete and fuck him stupid.

aka -- Billy is a stubborn idiot and goes to school during his heat.

warnings: creator chose not to use archive warnings

Upside Down, You're Turning Me by ImNeitherNor (1/1 | 7,885 | Explicit)

“Let me get this straight. You want me to go into the middle of the fucking woods in below zero temperatures to find someone who is probably high as a kite and just having the time of his damned life?”

“We’re worried--” Max starts and Billy sneers.

“That sounds like a personal problem, Maxine. Steve is a big boy, an alpha, and can handle--” Billy tears his gaze away from Max as Dustin climbs on top of his hood and sits there. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

“Not moving,” Dustin shrugs and crosses his arms over his chest.

warnings: creator chose not to use archive warnings

Doctor’s Visit by HalfNakedWriter (1/1 | 2,320 | Explicit)

Steve goes for his 38 week appointment. 

'Cause We Feel Young and Wild by BeautyInChains (1/1 | 1,515 | Explicit)

Soon, is Steve’s best guess. Soon like the subtle itch beneath his skin that intensifies with each passing day. Soon like the voracity of his appetite as his body begins to prepare itself for the upcoming marathon. Soon like the aggression that continues to build and threaten to spill whenever another Alpha so much as glances Billy’s way. Soon like the way he’s been tenting his sheets, his slacks, his gym shorts at so much as a gentle breeze.

So when Billy texts him that morning, an eggplant emoji followed by the fire, peach, and splashing water emojis with not one but three question marks, Steve replies with Soon.

warnings: creator chose not to use archive warnings

Lost My Mind by trimorning (1/1 | 1,564 | Teen+)

"I don't want to be dramatic."

He doesn’t know what Steve is going to say, which isn’t normal because he’s a predictable kind of mess, so it makes him feel vulnerable.

But its fine, its just Steve so it will undoubtedly be fine. Billy looks back at the other boy, “I can tell you right now, that you are physically incapable of not being dramatic, so continue.”

---- An a/b/o Harringrove one-shot that has little to do with a/b/o and more with Steve's flirty and messy ass. enjoy

Lavender by PoisonousFlower3 (1/1 | 756 | Mature)

"Billy hated being an alpha. He hated how it made his sense of smell stronger and smell the despair that always seemed to linger in this town. He hated how he was always so angry, though he knew that part of it was the abuse from his dad and his temper.

What he didn’t hate was how it let him get a good whiff of Steve whenever he was around."

In which case home starts to include Steve Harrington for Billy.

Red by PoisonousFlower3 (1/1 | 602 | Mature)

"Yeah, maybe things hadn’t started off the best for them but Billy was definitely in love." Another little drabble for two idiots in love

now I got you drunk, hot, and vulnerable (how do you like me now? do i turn you on?) by brawls (brawlite), ToAStranger (1/1 | 6,807 | Explicit)

The first thing Billy notices is the scent.

Heady, sweet, electric. It makes his mouth water, the second he walks in. Makes every bone in his body sing.

Heatstroke by HobbitSpaceCase (1/1 | 8,022 | Explicit)

Billy is out of suppressants and going into Heat. Steve finds him. It's too bad Billy can't have this every time.

warnings: dubcon, sad ending

Steve Forgets by femmesteve (1/1 | 1,242 | Explicit)

Steve forgets his heat and Billy is there to be a jerk and fuck him how he needs.

you scratch my back, i'll bite yours by hoppnhorn (1/1 | 2,363 | Explicit)

Billy rushes Steve's fraternity and gets in, which sucks, only when it doesn't. Drunk Steve has a hard time staying away from what isn't good for him.

bite me, but not too hard by hoppnhorn (1/1 | 3,854 | Explicit)

Steve debates whether or not he should spend his heat tranquilized.

your teeth go deep (it seems) by hoppnhorn (1/1 | 3,554 | Explicit)

Nothing about his life, or his love life, has been simple thus far. The trend continues.

eat me (let it run down your chin) by hoppnhorn (1/1 | 2,837 | Explicit)

Billy ends things with Steve. Sorta.

Nine to five. by Fanflick (9/9 | 34,301 | Explicit)

Steve knew that everything would ultimately come to this, working for his father at a boring office job. It wasn't easy being an omega in hiding, especially now since Steve's boss is the arrogant alpha Billy Hargrove. Now Steve has to work alongside his high school rival while also trying to save enough money to get away from his father. How hard can that be?

warnings: boss/employee relationship

Drunken Things by Rhiw (3/3 | 10,566 | Explicit)

Nancy and Steve break up before Tina's party. Steve finds himself on the rebound, damned and determined to have some fun. Billy just wants to get laid.

Aka: The ABO of Stranger Things no one asked for. Written while drunk, with drunk characters, and lots of angst and smut and shit. Enjoy.

warnings: underage

what a wicked game you played (to make me feel this way) by brawls (brawlite), ToAStranger (14/14 | 119,016 | Explicit)

Billy knew Steve Harrington would ruin him. Steve knew Billy Hargrove was nothing but trouble.

They never expected it to end up like this.

warnings: misogynistic language, ableist language, mentioned dubcon

turn me loose by hoppnhorn (1/1 | 3,321 | Explicit)

Billy is a dominant, powerful alpha with a slew of omegas dying to win his affection. He loves it, lives for it, except when he’s in rut. Steve is an omega and fights it every damn day. But when his body goes into heat, needs to breed, he can’t do anything to stop it. Billy is in rut and Steve is in heat when a freak heatwave knocks out the air conditioning in their shared apartment complex. Open windows and rampant hormones? What could go wrong?

Punch by hati_skoll (1/1 | 2,330 | Teen+)

Steve is dragged off by another alpha, Billy handles it.

A Start by ImNeitherNor (1/1 | 5,574 | Explicit)

The quarry was always Steve’s go to when he needed a place to breathe, an area where the smells weren’t in his face and he could think straight. It was strange how one person’s heat could trigger another. Steve, a slightly cowed alpha after Hargrove rolled in, was done with the overpowering scents and the looks that were being thrown around.

He wasn’t interested in any of it. None.

So, when he pulled up onto the edge of the quarry and stepped out, he almost groaned at the smell that hit him. An omega. An omega in heat. Fuck. This is exactly what he had hoped to get away from. He was ready to slide back in and yank his car in reverse when he looked up and saw, exactly, what car was sitting to the side, shaded by an overcast of trees. If he hadn’t actually looked, it would have slipped away. He blamed his sharper senses, his need to search out the omega.

warnings: creator chose not to use archive warnings

Slick by hati_skoll (1/1 | 2,028 | Teen+)

Steve gets wet for Billy.

(Less porn inside than implied.)

Hold Me Tight Or Don't by BTSBlossom (1/1 | 4,808 | General)

Billy has some news for Steve, he just doesn't know how to tell him. At least he knows he's got Ms. Byers on his side. She'll be there for Billy if Steve isn't.

warnings: creator chose not to use archive warnings, abortion discussion

Wrap Me Up (In Your Love) by LadyMoonveil (1/1 | 1,254 | Teen+)

In which Steve keeps stealing Billy's clothes, and Billy is terrified of the implications when he comes to the realization that Steve is nesting.

After everything that Steve has done for him, all Billy wants to do is be good to his mate. (Even if it means adding things to his wardrobe that sadly isn't denim or leather).

Make me feel special by pizzz_10 (1/1 | 1,577 | Explicit)

A short sweet omega fic where Billy is an omega and Steve is his alpha who loves to spoil him

bück dich by Rebldomakr (1/1 | 966 | Mature)

Billy Hargrove arrives in Hawkins, with Steve Harrington's name written on his neck.

warnings: creator chose not to use archive warnings, mild blood/slight gore

sandman by Rebldomakr (1/1 | 2,226 | Explicit)

Steve’s not a fighter. He sucks at it, actually. He’s a little soft, but he isn’t totally weak or awfully tiny. He’s a good Alpha in many of the ways that count! Just because he isn’t running around sleeping with anyone willing, picking fights, and beating people to death doesn’t mean he’s a bad Alpha. And though Billy might do all that, but he isn't a bad Omega.

warnings: creator chose not to use archive warnings

Silk by Rebldomakr (1/1 | 3,393 | Mature)

In Indiana, Omega suppressants are banned. Billy runs out after a while.

warnings: creator chose not to use archive warnings

#stranger things #harringrove #billy hargrove #harringrove fanfiction #steve harrington #masterlist #abo #list

[littlespoonevan]

“please stay” for gallavich 🥺🥰

ok so the other week i saw gifset of the policeman telling ian mickey escaped prison during s7 and people were discussing the suggestion ian had visited mickey more than once so obviously i had to write it. so here’s a little snippet of ian visiting mick in juvie/prison over the years - i hope you like it

(this got angsty in the middle lol sorry)

*

Ian had been nervous when he’d first shown up tovisit Mickey in juvie, too afraid that Mickey might refuse to see him and notat all strong enough to deal with that kind of rejection. But Mickey had agreed to see him – not only that,he’d seemed happy to see him.

Well, as happy as Mickey ever allows anyone else tosee.

Sure, Mickey scoffs when Ian says, “I miss you,” butIan can see the way he hesitates before he starts throwing out threats, thequiet surprise in his expression before it melts into something else. Ian is convinced it’s understanding.

It’s what prompts him to reach out, to reach forMickey even though he can’t touch him.

“Take your hand off the glass,” Mickey says and Iandoes but he still has to bite back a smile.

He lets Mickey change the subject then, happy to lethim complain about his inmates. It’s inane conversation that doesn’t mean much– even Ian can tell the majority of Mickey’s threats are empty ones – but hestill revels in listening to Mickey talk.

He really fucking misses him.

All too soon their time is up and Ian has to fightthe way his face falls at the warden’s warning.

“It was good seeing you,” he says hesitantly,watching the way Mickey’s expression flickers before going carefully back toneutral. “Can I come see you again?”

Mickey huffs, “Do what you want, man, I don’t care.”

Ian nods, trying not to let himself feel dejecteduntil Mickey’s fingers tap against the glass once – so quickly you’d miss it ifyou weren’t looking. Ian blinks in surprise, gaze shooting up from whereMickey’s hand has disappeared from the table to Mickey’s face.

Mickey nods silently and hangs up the phone.

*

Juvie the first time had been shit but relativelymanageable. Juvie the second time was torture.

The first time he’d been able to pretend he didn’tmiss Ian, pretend he didn’t care about him and that they were nothing but fuckbuddies. And in spite of all that he’d known Ian would wait for him in somecapacity. Even if he’d been off fucking other guys he’d still want Mickeybecause what they had was good.

Now…

Ian probably hates him, the last words Mickey had saidto him were that they were over, and Mickey misses him so fucking much he feelslike he can’t breathe.

When he’s told he’s got a visitor he assumes it’sMandy since it’s always Mandy, what he doesn’t expect is to see Ian sittingthere on the other side of the glass. He’s got a fresh buzzcut and hisshoulders look bigger with the way his t-shirt stretches across his chest butit’s the look on his face what gets to Mickey the most. The look of nervousdetermination like he’s more than willing to tell Mickey, “fuck you,” if hequestions him for coming.

Christ, Mickey wants to touch him.

He sits down heavily in his seat, putting the phoneto his ear and gripping it too tightly. “Hey.”

“Hey,” Ian says back, voice carefully devoid of anyemotion. “How’ve you been?”

Mickey shrugs, averting his gaze, because lookingdirectly at Ian after so long hurts his eyes. “I mean, it’s juvie.”

Ian nods like he gets it even though he’s neverstepped foot in this place unless it’s to visit Mickey.

“You?” Mickey asks then, unsure of how to navigatethis conversation when he’d felt so angry the last time he saw Ian.

You’renothing but a warm mouth to me haunts him at night. Ian’snot a warm mouth. He’s warm everything. He’s the only fucking thing that’s evermade Mickey feel warm.

Ian lifts his shoulder in a half-shrug. “Okay, Iguess.” He falls silent for another beat before looking up at Mickey under hislashes. “For what it’s worth, I think Frank drank away whatever brain cellsregistered what we were doing. He hasn’t brought it up since – I don’t eventhink he remembers.”

Mickey swallows hard, forcing himself to nod. “Kindafigured when my dad didn’t sic anyone on me in here to send me to theinfirmary.”

Ian’s mouth pinches into a tight line and Mickeywants nothing more than to reach out and smooth it out.

“Would he really do that?” Ian asks and Mickey wantsto scoff or roll his eyes or call Ian fucking deluded but he’s too tired so hejust nods.

“Yeah,” he says, resigned. “He would.”

Ian’s quiet as he absorbs that, expression unreadablewhen he turns the full force of his gaze on Mickey again. “How long you gotleft?”

“Six months, I think. Maybe less if I get out on goodbehaviour.”

“Okay,” Ian replies, voice too soft, and Mickey wantsto remind him where the fuck they are but he can’t get the words out.

Ian taps the glass just once, seeming more like anervous habit than anything else, but it sets Mickey’s heart pounding in hischest for the rest of the night.

*

This is probably a mistake. In fact, it’s definitelya mistake.

But Ian feels like he’s drowning in plain sight andnobody can see it. He’s hollowed out inside and raw and broken and he just reallyfucking wants to see Mickey.

He hasn’t since the last time.

When Mickey showed him the tattoo and Ian had liedand said he’d wait. But he thinks he’d been lying more to himself than toMickey.

It’s just- fuck, he doesn’t want to put Mickeythrough this. Over and over again. He doesn’t want Mickey to see him like this.But he also can’t breathe and Mickey’s the only person who knows how his lungsare supposed to work.

Mickey freezes on the other side of the glass when hesees him, hand gripping the back of the chair where he’d been about to pull it outto sit down. Ian wouldn’t blame him if he threw the chair at the glass andstormed off. He deserves worse.

Mickey doesn’t do any of that though because Mickey’sa better person than him. Instead, he sits down, faltering for just a momentbefore he picks up the phone and puts it to his ear. “Fucking hell, Gallagher,”he breathes. “What happened?”

“Hey Mick,” Ian replies quietly. His voice doesn’teven sound like his. It seems to be permanently hoarse from disuse lately.

Mickey’s initial shock seems to have worn off,replaced by a deep-rooted look of concern that Ian feels all too familiar withnow. “Ian,” he says, like the name’sbeen ripped from his chest. “What’s wrong?”

Ian shrugs, hunching his shoulders. “Jus’ been a badday,” he mutters.

“Uh huh and how long’s this bad day been going onfor?”

Ian closes his eyes because Christ, Mickey knows him. Mickey sees through him everyfucking time.

“A month or two,” he admits finally, swallowing hardat the sadness in Mickey’s eyes.

“You takin’ your meds?” Mickey asks likes he’s afraidto even say it.

“They’re not helping,” Ian replies tremulously.

“So try different ones,” Mickey murmurs, voice asoothing balm on Ian’s soul. “Ian, you can’t pull yourself out of this on yourown.”

Ian nods, staring down at the table in front of himas he takes a steadying breath. “I know that.”

Neither of them speak for a moment and Ian isoverwhelmed with how much the yearning he feels for Mickey consumes him. God,he just wants to hold him once more.

“I’m sorry,” he says then, voice wavering as he meetsMickey’s eyes. “For trying to push you away. For what I said. For everything.”

Mickey seems so surprised he forgets to keep hisguard up and his face is too open, too vulnerable. Ian has never despised thepanel of glass between them more. “You mean that?” he asks eventually and Iannods fervently.

“I thought you’d be better off without me,” hereveals, ducking his head self-consciously.

“Ian, when the fuck have I ever been better offwithout you?” Mickey asks tiredly and Ian closes his eyes, forcing air into hislungs and back out again as he pushes back the burn behind his eyes.

“You shouldn’t have to put up with me when I’m likethis. It shouldn’t be this for therest of your life.”

Mickey stares at him, mouth working. “How ‘bout youlet me make that decision for myself, huh?”

Ian nods as his eyes travel across Mickey’s face.Fuck, he misses him. “I miss you,” he sighs.

“I miss you too,” Mickey says, almost choking on thewords. His eyes are shining when Ian looks at them and he doesn’t think when hereaches out, just presses his curled fist against the glass.

Mickey takes a shuddering breath as he watches himbefore his own knuckles mirror Ian’s.

“Eight years is really long time,” Ian whispers, thelump in his throat making it hard to speak properly.

“Yeah,” Mickey agrees, opening his mouth to say somethingelse before closing it again.

“Ian, can you just- Please stay,” he requests finally,shoulders hunched and head bowed like he’s already expecting a rejection.

“I’ll stay,” Ian replies quietly and Mickey suddenly seemsto breathe easier.

Ian stays until visiting hours are over, neither ofthem really even talking – just watching each other, committing one another’s facesto memory once again.

“I’ll come back soon,” he promises, forcing himselfto stand when the warden starts eyeing him irritably.

He touches the glass one last time and Mickey’s stillgripping the phone so hard it looks like it’s going to break but he nods.

Ian’ll come back.

*

Mickey had felt sick to his stomach stepping backinside prison. It hadn’t been the usual fear – it’d been different.

Fear of rejection tangled with nerves andanticipation.

It had all melted away the moment Ian had looked athim though.

It’s been hours since then and Ian had climbed downoff his own bunk the second the guard had done his last check, crawling intoMickey’s and kissing him until both their mouths were raw. Now Ian’s lying onhis side against the wall, head pillowed on Mickey’s chest and Mickey can’tfucking believe this is something he gets to have again.

They’d talked before, not about much beyond how thefuck Ian ended up in here and muffled, “I missed you”s in between kisses. But theystill haven’t really talked about them.They’re quiet now, Mickey’s fingers gently trailing down between Ian’sshoulderblades and back up again.

Ian reaches for his shirt then and Mickey doesn’t getwhy he’s tugging at it until he catches sight of his own tattoo peeking outfrom behind the fabric. Mickey feels shame and embarrassment burn through himand he’s about to pull Ian’s hand away until Ian’s pushing up on his elbow abit and kissing Mickey’s heart, right where his own name sits.

Mickey swallows hard, hand coming up involuntarily totwist in Ian’s hair.

“I’m sorry,” Ian mumbles into his skin. And it’s notthe first time he’s said it but it still makes Mickey’s chest tighten.

“I know,” he says after a beat.

“It never went away,” Ian tells him, gaze boring intoMickey’s. “Loving you, I mean. It never went away.”

Mickey wets his lips and tries not to let hisemotions get the better of him. Searching for something to say, he lifts hisfree hand and reaches for Ian’s, folding their fingers together on top of hischest.

“I know that too,” he mumbles.

It never went away for Mickey either.

*

#gallavich #ian x mickey #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #shameless #my fics #Anon #asks #meme thing

[ladyreapermc]

Fic: Hanging by a Moment (Jack Traven x Fem!Reader)

Summary: For a long time you had a crush on Jack and before you could do anything about it, he met Annie. Now, two years later, maybe you two have a second chance.

Author’s notes: so this was requested by @takimamplanbingo. I’m so sorry it took so long to post it. Hope you enjoy it. Also, in my head, this is sort of a prequel to Stimulus Equivalence

Wordcount: 3185

Warnings: lots of fluff. A tiny bit of angst.

When the small chime above the coffee shop door rang you didn’t look up. It was weird no longer feeling obliged to do so, but you haven’t worked there in two months, so it was about time you got used to being a customer and not the barista.

Weirdly enough, you kind of missed it. It was a job that you didn’t have to be constantly thinking. After the first six months, your hands seemed to know the process of every coffee order in the menu and, while your mind wandered, your fingers worked the levers of the espresso machine, making the brewing magic happen for your next satisfied customer.

You also missed meeting all kinds of new people every day. People coming in for their breakfast orders or in need of a pick me up after a long night of partying. You missed the regular customers that knew your name and seemed as interested in your own story as they were in to share theirs.

You missed the small talk and the friends you made and that was why you started coming over every day, commandeering a table so you could study for cases or write for your thesis. It was a way for you to hang out with friends at the coffee shop and see old acquaintances. Besides, the café was right across the street from the clinic were doing your internship, the coffee was infinitely better there than at the library and Vinnie always gave you a discount on the pastries.

It was the perfect place for you. You could get lost on your work because everyone knew you would call if you needed anything and the idle chatter around you worked like white noise for you, helping you concentrate and sometimes you got so lost in your own little world that people needed to call your name a couple of times to catch your attention.

He didn’t. He said it once in that familiar baritone and your head snapped up, your heart hitting your throat as you came face to face with Jack Traven.

How long had it been since you last saw him? Maybe a year and a half? Maybe more? You weren’t sure. Even since you stopped taking the morning shift when you still worked at the café because you had classes at that time. The glamorous life of a Ph.D. candidate.

“Hi,” you said dumbly just staring at him.

In the time you hadn’t seen him, Jack had grown out his hair, so instead of his usual buzzcut, he was actually spotting a nice mane of black hair that suited him perfectly. His sense of fashion hadn’t changed at all though. He was still favoring those unbelievably tight jeans and white t-shirts, topped over by button-downs of the ugliest prints.

He still looked like a dream. Those broad shoulders stretching his shirts, along with his strong chest and bulging biceps. His face full of that boyish charm of a guy still settling into his own skin as he approached his thirties.

Jack was one of the handsome men you had ever met as well as one of the nicest and sweetest, which explained why the silence lingered as you stared at him. Even after all this time, Jack was still able to render you speechless by just being in the same room with you.

“It’s been a while,” he finally said, noticing that you were stuck without words. “May I?” he gestured at the seat across from you and you nodded.

Once again, the two of you just stared at each other, wordlessly until Jack let out a small chuckle, spotting that familiar sort of shy grin of his and your heart leaped. Almost two years later and your crush hadn’t abated. Just hibernated in the time you didn’t see him.

“I’ve missed you,” he said, once again breaking the silence. “Vinnie can never get my coffee order right.”

“I heard that!” the older man called from behind the counter, sending Jack a mock dirty look and you chuckled, shaking your head.

“How have you been?” Jack asked, ignoring Vinnie’s teasing.

“Good.” You nodded, glancing at the mess of papers and books surrounding you. “Busy.”

“That’s good,” replied and once again silence stretched between the two of you, heavy and weird as you racked your brain thinking on something to say.

It used to be so easy before. The conversation flowed, so did the banter and the flirting. You always had a teasing remark for Jack, which he replied with a grin and equal amounts of teasing. It was no secret you had a crush on him and everyone in the café seemed to think it was mutual. And it probably was until everything changed.

The door chimed rang again as you got lost in your own thoughts and memories, bringing you back to that day two years ago. You had been anxious from the second you stepped inside the coffee shop because you hadn’t been in all of last week, so you hadn’t seen Jack for that long.

It wasn’t that you were waiting for him exactly, but you kinda wanted to see him with your own eyes, make sure Jack was fine after the close call he had with the bomber in the elevator. You knew he wasn’t harmed. Not like his partner that ended up with a bullet on his leg, but still, you want to see him.

You would look up every time the chime rang, but this time, when it did you met a pair of familiar warm brown eyes and a wide smile that had you smiling too.

“Look who it is! The man of the hour!” Vinnie shouted, making everyone look over and Jack ducked his head with a shy smile. “Jack, my man! You’re a hero, I heard.”

“I’m no hero,” he said with a shrug as Vinnie busied himself setting Jack muffin on the counter before turning to make his latte. “Just doing my job.”

The two of you shared a look as Jack walked up to the register where you were. He took out his wallet and you just waved him off.

“On the house today,” you said with a smile. “For doing your job.”

“Thanks,” he replied, smiling too and for a moment you two just stared at each other, before someone behind Jack cleared their throat and he had to move away, letting you go back to work.

Even though your gaze was on the customer in front of you, your attention was at the easy banter happening between Vinnie, Jack, and Bob, the bus driver that usually came in at the same time as Jack.

You heard Vinnie quipping about some party and Jack’s good-naturedly reply:

“Can’t have been that good. I woke up alone.” You couldn’t help but look over then, catching him looking at you, his gaze full of meaning.

“That’s because you can’t get your head out of your ass and asked the girl out!” Bob joked on his way out, making both you and Jack blush as both realized you’ve been just staring at each other for the last minute or two.

You looked away quickly, trying to go back to work, but you could still feel eyes on you. His eyes.

“He’s right, you know?” Jack’s voice was surprisingly close and you looked over, startled to see him at the register again, watching you with a hesitant smile. “Go out with me? Tonight?”

“Pick me up at seven?” you asked, smiling too and Jack nodded, before grabbing his coffee and muffin and calling out a quick goodbye to Vinnie before stepping out.

That date never happened though and you shook yourself from your reveries, focusing back on the Jack in front of you and not the one from your memories.

“And, how are you?” you finally asked, fidgeting with the pencil in your hand. “Still with SWAT?”

“I’m doing, alright,” Jack nodded, peering at you. “Still with SWAT. It’s what I’m good at.”

And he was. You knew. What he did that day with the bus and the bomber, it wasn’t something most people could do. Or even would do. Leave it to you to fall in love with an actual hero.

“I should get going,” he finally said, getting up. “But it was nice to see you.”

“You too,” you nodded standing up to say your goodbye. The hug you shared was awkward and hesitant, but his scent lingered on you long after Jack was gone.  

You thought it would be a one-time thing, seeing Jack at the café again. You usually came later in the day when your classes were done or after a shift at the clinic and you knew Jack would usually stop by on his way to work.

Only on the following week, there Jack was again, on the same day, around the same time. He only waved at you this time around, picking up his coffee and heading off. Next week the same thing happened. And then the next.

In the fourth week, you changed tables, sitting at the one right by the window and watched as Jack came out of the building across the street, heading straight for the coffee shop. That was when you knew.

When Jack came in, you invited him to join you, offering a seat at your table. Once again, the silence lingered between the two of you, awkward and stilled until your gaze flickered at the clinic and Jack looked over too, letting out a relieved sigh.

“So, you know.”

“Yeah. Nothing wrong with it, you know?” you commented, giving him an encouraging smile and Jack nodded, gaze on his coffee. “What made you decide to start?”

“A case.” His voice was low, stilled. “A bomber. It brought back memories and…” Jack looked up, forcing a smile. “Can we not talk about it? I just spent the last hour doing just that.”

“Of course,” you assured.

You raked your brain trying to come up with something to say. Something to ease the worried lines of Jack’s face and the tension in his shoulders. So, you settled on your default. You babbled about your thesis. It seemed to be the right thing to do because you could see Jack visibly relaxing, his lips drawing into a little smile as he listened to you, one hand on his chin, brown eyes tuned to your every movement.

And so, your new routine started. Every Tuesday afternoon, like clockwork, Jack would come out of therapy and sit with you, talk about everything and nothing. Conversation became easy and natural again, so did the banter and it was as if nothing had ever changed between the two of you. Like the last two years didn’t happen.

Except they did and in the back of your head a little voice kept pushing you to ask that question and finally clear your last doubt, but every time you remembered that day, the one after the whole bombing on the bus thing. After you spent an entire day fretting over his wellbeing, wondering if Jack had come out alive from that case.

The day he walked into the coffee shop still covered in bruises and cuts, holding hands with Annie.

The worst thing was that you couldn’t even fault Jack for falling for her. They had shared something that you couldn’t even begin to understand, and she was smart and funny and beautiful. They made a lovely couple.

You could tell the second Jack remembered that he had asked you out the day before. He froze in place, his expression a mask of embarrassment as he met your eyes.

You hated the fact that you couldn’t bring yourself to be mad at him, not even when he pulled you aside, out of sight from the rest of the customers, his face pleading and regretful.

“I’m so sorry. I just…” he looked back at where Annie was sitting, drinking her coffee, laughing at something Vinnie said.

“It’s ok,” you interrupted, your eyes burning as you force yourself not to cry. “I’m glad you’re safe, Jack.”

You kissed his cheek then, before moving back behind the counter and making sure not to look his way until he was gone.

Now the nagging doubt remained with you. Where was Annie? He hadn’t mentioned once in all the times you two had met and talked. You felt weird about asking, but you were dying to know. Because you didn’t want to get your hopes up. Not again. Not after last time.

“She moved back to Arizona,” Jack said suddenly at one of your weekly meets, startling you. “Annie. Got a great job offer and she would be closer to her family…” he drummed on the table, a sad smile gracing his lips. “I guess we always knew it wouldn’t last.”

“Why do you say that?” you asked.

“Relationships based on intense situations never do,” he replied, smiling again as if remembering an inside joke and you couldn’t bring yourself to ask. “Anyway, I thought you should know since you’ve been working up the nerve to ask me for the past couple of months.”

There it was again, the grin, this time with just a hint of smugness, and that familiar twinkle in his brown eyes. It made you chuckle, heat rising to your cheeks as you sneaked a glance at him.

“That obvious?” you asked, and Jack just shrugged.

“Maybe it was just wishful thinking on my part,” he said, sipping his coffee. “But anyway, now you know.”

“Now I know,” you nodded, pausing as you contemplated your next words. “There’s no one either,” you declared, meeting his eyes. “In my life, I mean. Romantically speaking.”

“Really?” Jack actually looked surprised. “Guys in your grad-school stupid or blind?”

“I don’t know,” you replied with a chuckle and you missed this. The flirting. “Maybe.”

“Lucky me then,” he said, his smile widening as he got up from his seat signaling it was time for him to go and you couldn’t hide your disappointment. “I’m not blind or stupid.”

You weren’t expecting to see Jack the very next day. Especially not before you even arrived at the café and already taking control of your usual table, a wide, but hesitant smile slipping on his face when you walked in.

“I have the day off,” he announced as soon as you were close enough.

“That’s nice,” you replied, noticing he had a basket with him. “Big plans then?”

“Yes. For both of us.”

“Us?” you repeated dumbly. “I can’t Jack, I have so much to do…” Even though you were verbally protesting, when he took your hand and guided you back out of the café, you didn’t think about struggling or asking him to stop.

“You can take one day,” he declared, pulling the passenger door of his car open for you. “Your thesis will still be there tomorrow.”

He did have a point, of course. Jack had that annoying habit of being frequently right. More frequently than you liked to admit. With a sigh that was more for show than anything, you climbed on his Bronco, throwing your overstuffed backpack on the backseat and turning on the radio as Jack pulled into traffic, taking the familiar route to Griffith Park.

It was a lovely day for a picnic. The weather was nice, the sky bright blue with barely any clouds and as the two of you sat on a spot of green grass overlooking the city skyline and enjoying the pastries Jack got from Vinnie’s coffee shop, you couldn’t help but feel like this was a perfect date.

Except you didn’t want to assume and Jack didn’t say anything either. Not while you were up there, not in the drive to drop you off at home late at night. He actually walked you to your door. Because you needed even more evidence, he was perfect.

“I had a great time,” you declared, hand on your doorknob as you watched Jack. “Thank you. I really needed that day off.”

“Yeah, me too.” Jack smiled at you, his gaze seeking yours for a second before he pressed a kiss to your cheek. “Is tomorrow night too early for a second date?”

You grinned at him, your heart skipping a beat at that confirmation. It was all you needed.

“No,” you said with a head shake. “Tomorrow sounds perfect for a second date.”

“Pick you up at seven, then.”

“No bombs this time, please,” you joked, hoping you weren’t crossing a line. But Jack just chuckled, walking backward to his car.

“I’ll do my best.” He winked at you before he got into his Bronco and drove off.

You were a pile of nerves on the next night because it had been a while since you’ve been on a date and especially with someone you liked as much as you liked Jack. You fretted over your clothes, your hair, your makeup… You knew you were driving your roommate crazy, but you just couldn’t help yourself. It was Jack.

At ten to seven, you were ready and waiting, watching out of the window as the minutes ticked by without any sign of Jack. Seven came and went and he didn’t show up. Your chest filled with dread and panic. You flipped through the channels, expecting to see him in yet another dangerous, life-threatening situation but if it was happening, the press hadn’t caught wind of it just yet.

You paced your living-room, resisting the urge of calling precincts, find out what happened because half-hour had gone by and Jack still hadn’t shown up or sent any kind of word and it was driving you insane.

You made up crazy scenarios in your head: another bomber; a sniper, a hostage situation gone wrong. In all of them, Jack was hurt or dead and before you knew it, your mascara was ruined because you couldn’t stop the tears.

So lost in your own horrifying thoughts, you didn’t hear the doorbell or your roommate opening the door. You only heard the way Jack called out your name. You turned around to look, part of you wondering if you were dreaming.

He was filthy. His blue dress shirt smeared with grease, as well as his cheek and you could see there was a rip on his trousers. But all in all, Jack was completely fine, not a bruise or a cut.

“I had a flat,” he explained with an apologetic smile.

Before he could say anything else, apologize or explain any further, you were in his arms, hugging him and all but smashing your lips against his. Jack tugged you close to his body, holding you tight, his lips fitting perfectly against yours for a kiss that tasted like relief and longing.

You didn’t care if he was getting grease all over your dress. You didn’t care that you had lost the dinner reservations in the restaurant you’ve been dying to meet. You just cared that Jack was there. Safe and sound and with you. That was all the mattered.

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[dachi25writes]

Chapter One: Up North

AEGON I

It felt surreal.

Blond hair and violet eyes– just like his own– stared vacantly into the ceiling. Pale skin, translucent in the fluorecent lights.

Just a nightmare, any minute now he would wake up in the station, have some of that tasteless but nutricious space food, don his spacesuit and go out to the surface of the moon to collect data he would later send to his father…

His dead father who seemed to be staring right through him, body stiff as the metalic table he laid on, his lashes still frosted, lips blue.

What was he thinking? Going up to the North like that without proper equipment or a guide of any kind, it was not like him at all, but maybe things hadn’t gone as he planned, maybe he had been forced to–

Aegon turned around just as his sister apologized for his distracted behavior and signed for the body to be discharged so it could be sent back home. Gods, it had been almost 6 years since he had last seen Dragonstone, he remembered the salty air and ashen grey sand so cool to the touch you could lie there even on the hottest summer day.

[[MORE]]

The memory was enough to make him smile, wan and melancholy for he did not– could not - forget the circumstances in which he was going back.

Rhaenys touched his arm, gently almost tentative “C'mon Egg, we have to go”

He nodded and walked along, she was very diferent from the sister he remembered, not taller though he coludn’t be sure with the heels she was wearing but the way she carried herself was diferent. She used to slouch, father always tried to correct her posture. Rain never cared to try though, she still slouched a little, it was only noticeable in a slight bend of her shoulders, but that didn’t take away from her overall air of confidence, she didn’t have much of that back then; most shocking of all, her hair was long, she really hated long hair would chop it off herself if mom refused to take her to the hair saloon “It’s been a long time”

She sighed “ I know”

"Where’s mom?”

“She’s back at the hotel I did not think it would be right to bring her here”

He nodded, of course she couldn’t bring mom to the body deposit, Rhaenys would never risk to upset her “How- how did she take it?, about Dad I mean, did you tell her yet?”

As soon as they were out of the building Rhaenys opened her purse and got out a cigarette and a lighter, she offered him one but he refused waiting for her answer as she put the cigarette between lips, gave it a long drag and exhaled the smoke slowly.

“Of course I told her” she answerered at last “C'mon Egg, I’ll give you a ride I parked just around the block”

He nodded and followed “And how did she take it?”

Rhaenys shrugged “She took it well all things considered, said we should have visited Dad some time and other stuff, you know how she is, but I think she is looking forward to seeing us all again”

He grabbed her arm “You called them?” he couldn’t belive Rhaenys! she was family but them… if they came at all it would only be to gloat.

She raised her eyebrow at him and shook his grip with ease “Didn’t need to, it’s all over the news, also from what I know Mr. Connington called us, well he sent this really long e-mails but you get the idea, didn’t you get one?”

He shook his head , dumbfounded “I don’t know, I really haven’t got the chance to catch up. Mr. Connington commed me at the station and I just had to get here” actually he never even expected to see Rhaenys here. He hoped she would at least go to the funeral, Mr. Connington was arranging at Dragonstone, but this… He felt anger claw at his belly, like oil on a sizzling pan the heat thretened to jump in every direction, he held it in, gods he was so out of shape.

Breath in, 1, 2, 3… Exhale. Keep focus.

And it passed.

Rhaenys studied his face, really seeing him for the frist time since they had started talking

"Fuck Egg you look like shit!”

He shrugged but felt self conscious nonetheless, Father had always insisted to always keep a good image for the Academy’s sake. He ran a hand through his short buzzcut, and dragged it all the way down to his face, he was so, so tired.

The car was a small old looking thing of a vibrant orange color, Rhaenys opened the passanger’s door for him as if he hadn’t enough strenght to do it himself.

“Where you staying at?”

"Well as I said I haven’t really–”

“ 'Kay so that means you are coming with me, we rented a room with two beds but I guess mom and I can share,it’s just a night anyway.”

He had half a mind to protest but he was just too tired to go around town looking for some place to stay so he just stayed silent.

Rhaneys started the car and soon enough they were at some cheap-looking but cozy motel called “Winterfell” which wasn’t surprising at all , he had seen at least 10 different stores with the same name since they left the morgue, according to his sister everyone had the Stark fever around here and wanted to be part of the ancestral noble house.

“For real” she said between giggles “I pulled over for some gas on the way here and the guy at the station told me he was a distant relative of the Stark, but not only him the hotel clerk, the barista at Manderly’s and they all say it in this really secret conspiratorial way. It’s kinda sweet really, now I get why Robb insisted we should do a roadtrip here, I can practically see his smug face when he mentioned he was an actual Stark”

Her laugh stopped, and became a bitter sigh.

Aegon wished he could say something but he knew he would most likely say the wrong thing and he just wasn’t up for a fight.His sister parked and proceeded to rest her forhead on the steering wheel, brown curls obscuring her face.

“Sorry Egg, I just can’t help thinking about Robb when we are here. He was always talking about Winterfell and I just-”

“It’s fine” he tried to be nonchalant about it but he felt uncomfortable, he had never been particularly close to Robb, he did like him though. Robb was one of those people you inevitably admire, but after he died everything went to shit at the Academy, everyone blamed Dad for it even Rhaenys, Aegon had been the only one that stayed after that. He knew it was pretty shitty to blame Robb for dying but if he hadn’t maybe…

“God I am such a jerk” Rhaenys lifted her face enough to look at him “I haven’t even asked if you have talked to Sansa or–?”

“I haven’t” he pressed his mouth into a thin line, he didn’t want to talk about this with Rhaenys now or ever really. “You know what? The space travel is really catching up on me so I better go rest like you said”

He opened the door and practically slammed it shut when it dawned on him he had no idea of the room number and he had to wait for Rhaenys. Fuck! just after he had stormed out of the car like a broody asshole(Jon’s asshole face flashed briefly in his mind), the day couldn’ t get worse really.

Fortunately Rhaenys let him save some dignity and got out of the car calmly as if nothing had happened but in her eyes so alike mom’s he could see worry.

"Sorry Egg, you know I am an idiot sometimes, we should go rest”

He wanted to tell her that she wasn’t, not really, not even after she left did he ever thought that, but he couldn’t bring himself to say it.

She led the way to a simple room decorated in pastels with two identical beds, matching night tables and a very stiff looking couch where his mother sat reading one of the romance novels she loved so well.

As soon as she saw him she got up and enveloped him in an embrace he immediately returned, they parted after a while but she stayed close enough so he could smell her characterístic orange scent, she caressed his face.

"You look so much like your daddy”

Aegon searched for a trace of emotion in his mother’s eyes to know at least someone was grieving as much as him, but her eyes were dry and he remembered that even if his mom felt any pain for her husband’s death she couldn’t be able to express it. Maybe the only thing he resented his is dad for.

“You must tell me all you have done in this years, your sister and little Nym have kept me so busy I haven’t got the chance to visit you and dad.” she made him sit beside her in one of the beds, her soft hands patting his face and squeezing his arm, it made him feel comforted in a way he hadn’t in years “I hope you made him get out of the lab once in a while, Rhaegar needed someone to force him to rest or he would simply drop exausted which of course was never safe–”

"Mom” Rhaenys interrupted putting a hand on mom’s shoulder “Aegon has just arrived and has barely slept I think we better let him rest”

"But look at him dear, your brother looks like he hasn’t eaten a proper meal in years.”

That made him genuinely smile, gods, he really had missed mom “I’ve been eating just fine, I just need some sleep”

“Aegon you can’t sleep like that, you should at least change into your pajamas”

“Well I didnt bring any change of clothes” he confessed rather ashamed. It wasn’t like him to be so unprepared.

"Such a careless boy! Rain we cannot let him like this, we should go out to buy your brother some clothes and food”

Great, now mom was treating him as a 6 year old child.

“Ok, mom just give me a minute I need to call Daeron and Nym to let them know we are at the motel”

His mother nodded, and Rhaenys got out of the room with her cell in hand.He still couldn’t wrap his mind around the fact that Rain was a mom now, much less that he was an uncle. He had seen photos of ‘Nym’ when she was a baby and another one of a toddler dressed like Princess Jonquil from that animated movie, but he had never met her.

“Nym has been dying to meet you” As always mom guessed his thoughts.

"She has? I wasn’t sure that Rhaenys talked about me or the Academy”

Mom smiled sadly “Oh, Rain doesn’t talk about the Academy, but about you of course. You are a superhero to Nym, protecting the world from the alíens and meteorites, that girl is obssessed with space, she is always saying that when she grows up her uncle will take her to live with him in space”

He felt a warm feeling wash over him, more than ever he wanted to return to Dragonstone and meet his little niece. That would be nice, he figured, a quiet normal life where he could play with little Nym, of course first he had to investigate what dad was doing in the Wolf’s Wood on his own, he was the head of the Academy now, well he would be if there was an Academy anymore.

Rhaenerys entered again, she had a smile on her face. “Daeron said he and Nym will meet us tomorrow in Dragonstone, I was worried about not being there for her frist flight but her dad says she is very excited”

“I am looking forward to meet them” said Aegon at last, he wished so desperately to have his family back especially now.

"They do too” she replied with a soft smile “Mom, we should get going. Egg you should try to take nap until we come back”

He said he would, and he did try. As soon as they left he took off his shoes and laid down on the bed to the left. It was stiff and smelled way to much of air freshener, but he had been living in a space station for 2 years now so this was more comfortable than he expected. Still he couldn’t fall asleep, as soon as his eyes closed he thought about dad and his mysterious death.

Frustrated, he decided to watch TV to drown out his thoughts. He regreted the decision almost immediately, on the screen appeared a flash of red hair. He almost laughed at his own hopelessnes, there must be a thousand woman in Westeros with that same hair color, and even if he knew them all he would still wish it was Sansa.

The woman turned around and it was her. Sansa. She had grown taller and impossibly beautiful, statuesque and regal were the words that came to mind to describe her.She became an actress, he knew that much. It seemed she was at some red carpet event. His finger thumbed the button to change the channel, he didn’t want to see her, but suddenly a reporter came down on her like a falcon on his prey, and asked her about father’s death. Her brow furrowed, she looked around as if trying to gather if this was some kind of twisted joke, her eyes filled with tears, still she politely excused herself and went back to her limo.

She cared.

His heart skipped a bit, and this time he did laugh. Gods! He felt a fool. Sansa had made her feelings for him very clear on that last note she left him…

When the hosts of the show started talking he finally turned off the TV. He grabbed one of the pillows underneath him and covered his face with it no matter what he did his mind made up diferent scenarios for their reunion each more farfetched and unsatisfactory than the last and like that he fell asleep.

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[honeyedlashton]

“Fall More in Love Everyday”

Word count: 3053

Warnings: language, smut, the world. This is me. It’s sorta soft though. Not gonna lie.

A/N: it took me like half a day of sleepy writing and I’ve read over this maybe four times? (Which is not a lot for me.) But hey you guys want Malum content, so I’m here to deliver... also this turned into smut. It didn’t start as smut. Originally I was gonna have them go on a date, but?? They essentially have minds of their own? I can’t control it? Anyway, enjoy.

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Michael woke up early to a gentle breeze and the sun filtering through sheer curtains. He felt strong arms wrapped around his waist, tugging him back into the warmth of an embrace he was all too familiar with.

The bedspread formed haphazard mountains around their legs. And he felt boiling hot everywhere bare skin came in contact with eachother—so all down his backside and thighs. He even had stripes of heat on his calves where their legs tangled in the night. He wanted nothing more than to peel his sticky body away and feel the breeze, but he cuddled closer instead.

“Mike,” Calum’s already deep voice, all low and syrupy with sleep, startled him a little. “It’s too hot to cuddle.”

Michael smiled softly, “but if I pull away, it’ll be too cold, and you’ll pull me back in. It happened all night.”

Calum wasnt a morning talker so he hushed Michael softly. So Michael rolled onto his belly and curled up with the pillows trying to chase sleep. The cold breeze—by comparison—decorated his back with goose flesh but he was still at the stage where it felt nice to be so chilly.

He was right on the verge of finding sleep again when he felt Calum’s arms snake around his waist. He hummed and settled back against him, feeling every curve and line conform against his own. “I thought it was too hot to cuddle,” Michael teased softly.

And Calum shushed him again kissed the top of his head.

Michael settled in, but he wasn’t tired anymore. He was just breathing in Calum’s smell on his skin. That was the best thing about this getaway. A few days to just slow down and smell like the man he loved. To be in love in the city of love. He was overjoyed.

“Cal,” Michael rubbed Calum’s arm around his waist, and got a sleepy hum in response. “You want me to order breakfast?”

“Mhmm” was the half hearted answer.

So Michael reached for the hotel phone only to be pulled back by his muscular restraint. “What?” He giggled, “I can’t order if you don’t let me get to the phone.”

“We can last a few days without food,” Calum grumbled, and didn’t relent his grip.

“You wouldn’t last a few hours in this hotel room without breakfast,” Michael rolled his eyes, “or at least I won’t.”

Calum pretended like he didn’t hear. So Michael pestered him by turning over in his arms and running his hands over the close-cropped blond hair. “Callie, baby,” he began in that soft teasing voice, “let me order you some breakfast. I’ll get some fruit, maybe some French toast, or crepes. Maybe even some eggs. And if we’re really lucky, mimosas.”

Calum seemed to be more annoyed with the fact that Michael wouldn’t shut up than with the concept of food itself, so Michael kept pushing. He kissed him all over his tired face and rubbed over his arms. “Please? I’m so hungry, can’t you hear my stomach growling?”

Calum let out an annoyed huff and released his grip on Michael. “I want crepes and French toast,” he grumbled.

And Michael smiled picking up the phone and the menu. And he ordered in his best French—which was about about sub-average. And that was only because he was reading it practically line-by-line.

As soon as he hung up, Calum pulled him back in his arms. “We’ve got to wake up,” Michael smiled softly, “we’ve got food on the way! We’re in Paris! We’re young and in love! Youth is wasted.”

“Who made you a philosopher,” Calum yawned.

“Me, about five seconds ago,” Michael shrugged and sat on Calum’s lap to wake him up. “Please? I’ll take you to the fashion show.“ They’d spent a good chunk of time last night talking about Paris Fashion Week and how “coincidentally” they came at the right time.

Calum sighed and rubbed his eyes. “Fine, I’m awake.“

“Good.” Michael kissed him good morning. “You look handsome in this lighting,” he hummed.

“It’s just the sun,” Calum rebutted, smoothing his hands up Michael’s thighs absentmindedly.

“Exactly,” Michael grinned.

“All you do is hit on me,” Calum rolled his eyes fondly.

“Well, stop being attractive, and it won’t be an issue anymore,” Michael retorted, and kissed him deeper.

Calum hummed into it, resting his hands on Michael’s hips and thumbing circles onto the soft flesh. “Get off of me before I get too frisky for room service,” Calum smirked.

“It wouldn’t be the only time they’ve seen it—and probably not even this morning,” Michael teased but rolled beside Calum, and threw his leg over his hips. He bit his lip and looked over Calum’s face, and Calum responded by giving him slow lazy kisses. His warm hands rubbed all over his back and bum.

Michael hummed sweetly into the touches, and braced his hand on Calum’s chest. “Mikey,” Calum sighed, “my kitten.”

“Thats me, baby,” Michael kissed all over Calum’s lips and cheeks, to his jaw, and down the column of his neck. Calum growled, even through they were chaste kisses. Michael smiled when Calum’s grip tightened—squeezing the flesh on his upper thigh and lower back. So Michael slowed the kisses down made them a little more intent on sticking to the skin of Calum’s neck, and that earned him a tug that pulled him on top of Calum’s lap again.

“I thought you didn’t wanna get too frisky because of room service,” Michael teased, already rubbing his hands over Calum’s chest and tummy.

“It’s not the first time they’ll see it...” Calum hummed and smoothed his hands up and down Michael’s hips and over his bum guiding him just where he wanted him.

Michael already felt his cheeks get blushy, and he wasn’t sure if it was pangs of hunger or butterflies in his stomach, but it was looking like he’d get to satisfy both soon.

He kissed Calum more intently now, biting at his lower lip and tugging it with him when he’d pull away, only to fall back into another kiss when he’d finally let the hostage lip go.

Calum was eager to chase the kiss, too. Michael could tell by the way he licked at Michael’s lips every time he would kiss him for longer than two seconds. Michael felt powerful, so he pretended like he didn’t notice for a few kisses making Calum work for it.

But Calum wasn’t in the mood to wait, it seemed, because he was lifting Michael with him as he sat up—to have a more fair playing ground in this power play Michael had started.

But Michael found that it was hard to keep the power he’d gotten now that it was a fair fight. And Calum kissed like he did everything else: with intent. Now was no different. Michael opened his mouth almost without realizing it to let Calum in.

Michael relaxed his arms on Calum’s shoulders and pressed them chest to chest. The warmth spread through his chest and to his core and he sighed softly into the kiss. “I love you.”

Calum held the back of Michael’s head, but not to pull his hair, just to keep him close Michael guessed. He hummed a soft “I love you,” as he kissed down the side of Michael’s neck, sending an almost electric shock through his body, and he leaned into it, shifting his whole body to be even closer to Calum.

Calum hummed and hugged Michael by the small of his back to knead over his bum with strong hands. “Mmm, Cal... I’m still sore...” he wasn’t sure if Calum’s hands felt bad or good, but he didn’t want the pressure to go away, so that was a start.

Calum kissed his collarbones, “you want me to stop?”

Michael bit his lip. “No,” he whispered.

So Calum massaged deeper into the soft flesh. “My baby, so soft. So thick,” Calum sighed—not for the first time, but it still gave Michael butterflies to hear.

And he pushed his hips forward reflexively to press them together, “All for you.”

Calum sucked in a breath. “Fuck, Mikey...” he hissed slightly, and Michael bit his lip.

“Hmm?” Michael teased playfully. “What did I do?”

“You know what you did,” Calum growled. “You can’t play innocent with me.”

Michael bit his lip on a smile. “But I’m good at playing innocent...”

“But you’re not good at being it...” Calum pulled Michael’s hips forward again, but this time met his in the middle and Michael moaned into the feeling.

“I miss your hair in times like this,” Michael said thickly, dragging his fingertips down the back of Calum’s head to the individual hairs tickle the pads of his fingers. “There’s nothing to grab when I need it...”

“Fuck you,” Calum said, but it had no bite, “I’m keeping it shaved for longer just cause you said that.”

Micheal rolled his hips this time to really make Calum feel good, “Cal, you know I think you look good with the buzzcut, so I’m not complaining. I just miss pulling your hair.”

“Ever think that’s why I cut it?” Calum teased.

“Fuck you,” Michael rolled his eyes and moved more fluidly. Calum responded by trying to guide his hips a little faster—but Michael was in the mood for slow, “you’d love it when I’d pull it. It got you hot sometimes when we were in public...”

“Michael,” Calum said in a low voice and Michael could feel Calum’s hips rut up between his thighs.

“Sorry, baby, I’m not doing anything like that till after room service gets here...” Michael nibbled at Calum’s lip.

“Tease,” Calum groaned with half closed eyes.

Michael kissed up his jaw and nosed behind his ear. “Handsome,” he kissed him softly. “You’re the sexiest person I’ve ever met. The sexiest person I’ve ever seen. I could go out on a limb and say you are the sexiest person alive. In my eyes, at least.”

“I love you,” Calum‘s voice almost sounded like a whine. “God, Mikey, I love you so much.”

Michael kissed him gently and rocked his hips slowly, almost soothingly against Calums. “I know. I love you.”

Room service arrived, and Michael begrudgingly got off of Calum to put on a crumpled robe from off the floor. He kicked the other discarded clothes to the side so the cart could have room. He made sure Calum was covered before opening the door.

The attendant was in for maybe ten seconds, spoke some English and some French, and was out the door with an: “au revoir.”

“Should we eat first?” Michael suggested smelling the food made his stomach rumble more. “The eggs might get cold...”

Michael rolled the cart right next to the bed—per Calum’s request—and got under the covers again.

Food won out. If there was a decision between sex and food, they chose food nearly every time. Not that sex wasn’t good, but food was food.

Michael fed Calum bites of his French toast. And Calum in return gave Michael some of his crepes. They shared the eggs. And the berries—Michael had fun putting the raspberries on his fingers and letting Calum suck them off.

Calum kissed him deeply when the plates and mimosa glasses were emptied and stacked back on the tray.

“Someone’s feeling a bit more awake now,” Michael teased and hugged him closer when Calum kissed down his neck, and growled. “You’ve got some life back, I see.”

Calum kissed Michael‘s lips to stop his talking. Michael could taste the berries and mimosas, and he hummed and leaned into him. He ran a hand down Calum’s side and tried to pull his body up closer to him, not wanting to waste anymore time.

“I want you, Cal,” Michael begged softly close to his ear, and Calum’s grip on his bum tightened. Michael gasped and pushed into the dull ache. Calum had messed him up the night before, but somehow he couldn’t get enough of him. Not when this little get away was so short.

Michael let Calum’s fingers roam wherever they wanted. Over his thighs and up his waist. Down his back by the curve of his spine.

It was after few seconds of kissing and gentle strokes down his back when Calum brought his other hand—Michael didn’t even notice was gone—back, and teased at Michael’s entrance with cool slick fingers, his body jolted slightly.

“Fuck,” he breathed a shuddery breath, and it turned into a giggle. “That’s still kinda cold...”

“I tried warming it up a little, but I’d only had the one free hand,” Calum said in a voice that would almost be an explanation, if there wasn’t a cut of sarcasm in it.

“You’re a dick,” Michael chuckled softly, and rolled his eyes.

Calum’s response was to push the tip of his finger inside Michael, and he gasped again and clutched Calum’s shoulders. “Shit, Mikey, you’re still pretty open from last night?”

Michael groaned in response.

“If I had it my way,” Calum went ahead and slid in the second finger and Michael buried his face in Calum’s neck. “I’d keep you open like this all the time.”

Michael moaned and rocked back against his fingers. Only a little at first. He wanted to save his energy. Right now he was just focused on familiarizing himself with the feeling again. “Fuck... I’d let you,” he bit his lip, and let out a slight gasp every time Calum’s fingers spread.

“Feelin’ okay, baby?” Calum asked softly, peppering soft kisses on his jaw.

“Mhmm,” he nodded. “Keep going...”

So Calum finished opening him up fully whispering soft words in his ear. And when Michael felt ready, he made Calum take his fingers out and pushed him back against the pillows. And Calum looked so good, looking up at him with loving eyes and parted lips, Michael felt so wanted.

Michael decided he wanted to be the one to prep Calum, so he slicked—and warmed—his hands before guiding them up and down Calum’s length, earning him a groan of pleasure that refused to stay down. Michael liked that.

“You’re so handsome when you want me so much. You’re so obvious, I love it,” he said softly into Calum’s ear as he worked slowly at him. “I like it when you’re as needy for me as I am for you.”

“‘M ready,” Calum grit his teeth, but Michael knew what he meant. He sat up straight and aligned Calum to his entrance before pressing him in.

Michael gasped and groaned into it, it was way more than three fingers, but he’d adjust. He always did.

Calum was there for Michael, telling him short affirmations to make him feel like he was doing well. And between the “fuck you’re so tight,” and “baby, you feel amazing,” and “Mikey, you’re doing so good,” Michael adjusted fully.

When he felt good enough, he dropped his hips taking Calum in fully, and hummed sweetly.

“Jesus, you’re pretty,” Calum sighed, with the most dulcet expression on his face. “I mean damn, baby. So fucking pretty.”

“All you do is hit on me,” Michael bit his lip on a self indulgent smile. He could feel the blush in his cheeks spreading down his neck.

“Yeah, cause you’re my fucking soulmate,” Calum’s hips bucked up, and Michael moaned into it, tightening around him.

“I thought that was Ash,” Michael teased, his eyes and tone softened by pleasure.

“Different kind of soulmate,” Calum smirked. “I’d never let Ashton ride me.”

“He wouldn’t bottom to save his life,” Michael giggled breathily.

“Neither would I. He’d have to fight me for it,” Calum smirked, and groaned when Michael bottomed him out.

Michael gripped at Calum’s hands to support himself, and moved only slightly so he’d make Calum hit his spot. And when he did Michael would tighten around him, and Calum’s eyes rolled back. “Just don’t forget who you belong to,” Michael hummed sweetly before picking himself up, almost entirely off of Calum, only to drop his hips again.

Calum was a mess after that. He went to grip Michael’s hips so tight that Michael briefly considered that there might be a bruise when he got up. But he didn’t give it much thought because he was swept up in the moment. He was lifting up and slamming down against Calum with such a force now, even the mattress bounced.

He gripped the headboard and let his head roll back. He could hear Calum’s breathing getting heavier, and his hips were bucking up with a purpose now.

Michael melted each and every time Calum hit his spot. “Keep going, Cal. Fuck!“

And Calum did. He practically yanked Michael’s hips down once his legs were a shaky, spasmy mess. And Michael had to bite hard on his lip to keep from calling out.

“Come on, baby,” Calum growled in the voice Michael would always instantly fall apart to. “When you’re ready, let go for me...”

It was like that was his magic cue. He came on his tummy with a shuddery moan and subconsciously tightened around Calum. Calum apparently couldn’t handle that cause he came deep inside Michael hissing out his name.

Micheal took a second to breathe and then leaned in to kiss a very fucked out looking Calum, but he figured he looked just as bad—if not worse. “I love you,” He said between little kisses.

Calum kissed him back and pet Michael’s hair. “I love you. You’re prefect... my soulmate.”

“Soulmate,” Michael echoed softly and hugged him tight.

Calum cleaned Michael off, when he’d worked some kind of other magic to convince Michael to get off of him. And Michael sighed happily when Calum crawled back into bed. “We’ll get ready soon. I just want to cuddle.”

“You’re so clingy,” Calum rolled his eyes, and Michael attacked him in a hug.

“You love it,” Michael grinned. “You love me—and my clinginess.”

“I mean, yeah,” Calum said in a thoughtful tone and kissed Michael’s forehead. “I miss it when you’re not here.”

Michael shushed him gently. “Not now. It’s a happy time. Focus on me and where we are.” He kissed Calum softly, and he seemed to accept putting off any other thoughts.

So Michael kept their sweat-sticky bodies pressed together again, this time not wanting to move. Not wanting to leave the bed. Wanting to stay in Calum’s grasp forever.

#michael clifford #mgc #calum hood #cth #5sos #malum #5sos oneshot #gay 5sos #writing #I really didnt expect to write this dont @ me #this is my first smut to go to the public be gentle #one shot #soft smut #soulmates #scholarly

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Blank Slate (Kazumichi Irie x Reader - Soulmate AU) Part 4

author’s note

I thought i had misestimated my chronology but this chapter ended up being so descriptive and long ! I was worried it would be too short compared to the previous one but nope. I hope you enjoy =w= Finally a bit of action :eyes:

The next day, you were put on standby by the Inspectors. They were going to see somebody named Enomiya, an influencial gang leader in Myogadani. Kazumichi was leading them there, since he had partaken in underground fighting before being an Enforcer.

You were laying in your bed, eyes staring at the dark ceiling, ears ringing from waking up so suddenly. Your soul mark was pulsating against your ribs, like its own little heart dedicated to Kazumichi Irie. You were drenched in sweat, a myriad of sensations coursing through your body and emanating from the spot on the left of your chest. The words felt hot under your fingers, trembling slightly from what felt like an adrenalin aftershock.

Since Kazumichi and you had touched, the mark had woken up and you could feel things being passed over by the invisible link tying you to him, much to your dismay. It was like a storm of emotions and sensations, something you were scared to delve into because of how violent it looked. And this storm was inside of you.

Trying to focus a bit, you remembered that Kazumichi was on a mission today, leading the team to his former gang leader Enomiya, who resided in the forbidden district named Myogadani. Maybe that was why you were feeling such a wide array of sensations from him.

“What an idiot” you thought and flopped back on your belly, feeling a bit queasy but more awake than moments before.

You were preparing yourself a less than healthy breakfast when you felt your gut sway and had to sit down to overcome the wave of nausea that had washed upon you. The mark was tingling again and you knew this was somewhat how Kazumichi was feeling right now. Anguish, fear, anger ? Emotions are never simple and often come together to create more nuanced feelings. It was your turn to worry. Maybe something had gone sour during the investigation ?

You idly put your hand over the mark for a few instants, a vain attempt to muffle the parasitic feelings your soulmate was sending you, when you felt the mark heat up and a subsiding burn in the palm of your hand. You yelped and rushed to run cold water over it, but it was doing nothing to soothe the pain.

What the fuck was Kazumichi doing ?!

Feeling fed up by the emotional and now physical onslaught you were subjected to, you went back to your bed and fell face first in it, then yelled a short, irritated scream into your pillow. It was only a while later that you felt the pain in your hand recede to a dull throb, meaning that Kazumichi had dealt with his issue.

Every day for the next week you had to endure the alien feeling of another’s emotions inside of you. Fear, anger, satisfaction, sometimes arousal, the link gave you a taste of everything your soulmate was feeling, at any hour of the day. Your shade had settled to a reddish brown, and you knew the chaos in your head was bound to take a toll on you.

One morning you woke up with a head-splitting migraine, your head pounding in pain down to your neck and your shoulders. Every movement made you wince and you gave up the idea of going out of bed. You closed your eyes for a while, hoping that the pain would recede a bit, but to no avail. You decided to call Shion to tell her you wouldn’t be able to work today, lifting your wrist to reach your watch when the intercom of your flat rang. Surprised, you looked at the info displayed by the glowing holographic panel in front of your eyes. It was Kazumichi. You put a hand on your face and sigh, while telling your household AI to open the door for him.

“What the fuck are you doing here ?” you grumbled, still shielding your eyes from the light coming from your open door.

“Are you okay ?” he retorted, hastily removing his shoes and walking up to your bed.

“Yeah, I’ve got a really bad headache. I think my neck is stuck and my shoulders hurt too. I was gonna call Shion to tell her I can’t work today.”

You didn’t know why you told him this much, everything gushing out of your mouth before you had a chance to think about it. Maybe you were too tired and in pain to care about that whole soulmate ordeal.

“I’ll do it” he said, then kneeled on your bed and motioned at you “Get up”

“What ? I told you I was-“

“That’s why I’m telling you to get up” he repeated, looking sternly at you “I know how to ease up that stuff”

You were a bit dumbfounded. Was he really offering you a massage out of the blue ? You thanked your room for being so obscure and rose up from under your duvet. You only wore a loose tank top and pajama shorts, so you hoped it wouldn’t reveal too much.

Your thoughts were quickly brought back to reality as you grimaced at the pain sitting up had caused in your back and shoulders, up to the base of your skull. Kazumichi had sat on your bed and you turned your back to him, folding your legs as best as you could.

“Like that ?” you asked timidly, feeling the air he displaced brush onto your skin.

You felt his large hands press on your shoulders and start to unwind the hellish tension that had gathered up there, and you repressed a whimper. God, it hurted. But at the same time, the touch was creating a warmth on your skin and little sparks in your gut, making the process a bit more agreeable. Your heart was picking up the pace, as you realized the proximity and atmosphere between the two of you.

“How did you know ?”

“I felt it, through the bond”

“So you knew we were soulmates…”

“Yeah, when Shion told us your name”

“How come you didn’t react ?!”

He chuckled in a low voice.

“What, did you expect me to run away like you did when hearing my name ?”

“I’m sorry…”

Silence greeted your words as your heart kept beating faster.

“I’m scared”

His rough thumbs dragged against your neck, drawing two blazing lines up to the base of your skull and pressing little circles there, making you arch your head back into his hands. As the massage continued, the pain slowly receded to make place for all the little tingling sensations his touch was eliciting from your skin, making you aware of a lot more than you were before. The sound of his shirt rubbing on him as he moved his arms, his breath fanning over your back, the way he laid his fingers around your throat as he eased the tension at the nape of your neck. Every little brush of his fingertips sparked something in your guts, and you felt your skin grow hotter under his ministrations. As he moved his hands to rub your shoulders once more, his fingers glided from your neck to a sensitive patch of skin that almost made you moan. You bit your bottom lip, stifling the sound before it had a chance to get out, but Kazumichi had sensed you tense up.

He didn’t put his hands on your back again, so you slowly turned to face him, surprisingly not feeling anymore pain as you moved. You decided to take a good look at the man in front of you, since you had evaded the issue and decided to ignore it altogether when you learned he was your soulmate.

He was tall, looming over you even though he was a bit hunched. He had a short mop of brown hair on top of a buzzcut, as well as amber eyes. Your gaze drifting down, you appreciated the curve of his jaw, strong yet smooth, and noticed he wore a silver earring on one lobe. He sported a goatee beneath lips that seemed deliciously pouty, and once again you thanked the skies that your flat was so dimly lit, so that he couldn’t see your embarrassment at that realization. Following his neck, you saw he was wearing his usual shirt, pants and vest combo, albeit a bit more mussed up than usual. You had to admit that he was handsome, in a bad boy, rugged kind of way. Even though he looked relatively thin, he was pretty tall and his neck was thick, suggesting he did pack some muscle under his clothes. You gulped audibly, trying to refrain your brain from imagining extravagant things about the man seated on your bed, and that’s when you became conscious that if you had been studying him, Kazumichi had been studying you too. Your eyes met briefly with his, and your gut jolted again.

The silence became suddenly way heavier in the room, almost suffocating you. You fumbled with your hands, averting your gaze from him altogether and staring at your bare thighs. That’s when his words cut through the atmosphere like a knife.

“Can I see it ?”

He hadn’t spoken loudly, but his voice felt like a physical blow, menacing of making you topple over. Your mind was fuzzy, shocked, not really understanding what he meant yet knowing there was only one thing he could talk about.

“What… ?” you murmured, keeping your eyes down yet feeling a variety of manifestations of anxiousness inside your body, and maybe a tinge of expectation.

“Your mark” he gently responded, inching just a tiny bit closer to you, making his weight shift on your bed.

Your mind was racing furiously as you tried to form words or coherent sentences to explain that the words he so wanted to see were in an intimate place. He scooted a bit closer to you, his knee now grazing yours and making it feel oddly warm, making you want him to press against you more. Feeling his breath near your face, you looked up at him and saw the expectant look in his eyes, one of trust and utter fragility. Getting frustrated with yourself, you grabbed his hand and guided it to your ribs, to the mark, blushing furiously. The words were chanting and pulsating under his light touch, and you mumbled something along the lines of “Go ahead, but don’t pull my shirt too high”, one of your hands pressing on your breasts to keep the fabric put.

He gently tugged your shirt up, inch by inch, his hand resting on the side of your ribs lightly, almost hovering over your skin. You instinctively arched away from him, resting on your arm to not fall back, but he continued his movements slowly, carefully. Your breaths were heavy as more and more of your skin got exposed to the cooler air of your room, only to be contrasted by the heat emanating from Kazumichi and your mark.

Finally, the thin fabric unveiled the dark words etched into your skin, peeking from in between your ribs back at your soulmate. His hand touched the one on your chest briefly, and you grabbed onto the bunched-up fabric like an anchor. He then brought his face closer to your mark, his breath fanning onto your torso and making you flinch. Your arm was tired from supporting all your weight and you would have fallen back if Kazumichi’s left hand hadn’t snaked to your back to keep you propped up. You were almost trembling from expectation when his fingertips brushed gently over your mark, setting it ablaze. He traced the characters from his own name slowly, minutely, each stroke making the heat in your gut spread like wildfire to your whole body.

You felt weak, utterly abandoned as he poked and prodded at the mark, each touch sparking a little more pleasure into you, making you crave a bit more of him. He seemed too absorbed to notice the state of surrender you were in until his thumb brushed roughly on your ribs and you couldn’t repress the cry of pleasure that escaped your lips. You were heaving a bit when he slowly pulled your top down again and retracted his hand from your back, making sure you weren’t going to fall over anymore.

The atmosphere was thick and warm in your room now, the air doing nothing to tone down the blazing fire under your skin. Piecing back up your brain that seemed to have been blown away by Kazumichi, you asked timidly, no more than a whisper.

“Can I see yours too ?”

You heard the ruffling of cotton fabric as you saw Kazumichi loosen his tie and remove it, then start to unbutton his shirt. The sight made you gulp and sent more jolts between your thighs, which you pressed together in an effort to suppress the urges building up inside you. A few buttons of his shirt were undone, and he tugged on one side of the garment to reveal more of his skin.

And there you saw it, in your dimly lit room, your name on his body. The characters were bold and black, etched atop his left collarbone. You leaned closer to him, detailing all the curves and points of the mark, fingers rising to meet the flesh, as to confirm it was really there. When you softly touched the mark, you felt something tug at you through your bond, like dull yet teasing pleasure. You traced gently each character, wondering how would your name sound if Kazumichi pronounced it, and the words pulsed again, sending more waves of sensations through you.

The more you touched his skin, the more you felt him unravel under your fingers, through the bond between you and him. He was now breathing heavily, his eyes were glazed over and lidded, a trickle of sweat coursing from his neck to his collarbone. You realized your caresses had him become undone before your eyes just as you had in his arms a few moments prior, and you muttered his name in awe.

“Kazumichi…”

Panting a bit, he met your eyes and let out a murmur in response.

“Irie… Please call me Irie”

You mouthed his name softly, bending over to his ear and feeling the syllables roll off your tongue as pleasure exploded through your bond and Irie shudder under you. It was intoxicating, the feeling of the other’s pleasure coursing through you, seeing him at your mercy from a few touches and a whisper. It was also terrifying to know he could do the same to you, at any moment, because of the bond. As you glazed over his mark one last time with the tip of your fingers, you heard him sigh out your first name, breath fanning over your ear and neck. Your whole body trembled as you took in the effects of his voice, his low, seductive voice right next to your ear saying your name like he’s desperate and it’s the only thing to keep him sane. You stayed a few moments more like this, not touching his mark, just leaning close to him, processing the powerful sensations you two had drawn out of each other.

You then tugged at his shirt to cover his mark again, albeit a bit regretfully. You gently buttoned his shirt up again as you felt his breathing calm down and he regained his composure.

“You should give me access to your place”

“Say what ?”

“You know, in case you’re hurt again. In case of emergency, that way I can help you” he explained a bit awkwardly. “I can do the same for you too, my room isn’t far away”

“Okay, I guess. It wouldn’t be fair to let you suffer through unnecessary pain”

“We’re in this together, so we might as well make the best of it” he said softly.

You scoffed.

“You’re saying this as if we were a thing”

“We’re soulmates, so of course we’re a thing, whether you want it or not” he replied, matter of factly. “I heard that losing a soulmate hurts like shit, even if you’re not close or anything. I kinda don’t want that to happen”

You blushed a bit at your own immaturity. Of course you had to deal with it together, but you were also uneasy at sharing your life with someone you didn’t know. Especially when they had this much power over your body. He didn’t mean you were a couple, he meant that you had a bond that affected both of you greatly, and you had to manage that.

“Yeah, me neither. Try not to get killed, Enforcer” you joked while lightly punching his shoulder.

He smiled back at you, a mix of weariness, trust and melancholy in his eyes. The sensations you had shared left you both worn out, and there was still a lot of work to do in your relationship.

“Get back to bed, I’ll tell Karanomori about you” he got up and started walking towards the door.

“What ? I can work now, it doesn’t hurt anymore !”

“And get stuck again ? No thanks, I don’t want to relive this” he laughed “So give it a good rest, okay ?”

You were in this together, you thought again. You had to think about how he would feel too.

Kazumichi was putting his shoes back on in your entryway when you called out for him.

“Irie ?”

“Yeah ?”

“Thank you”

His broad shoulders were like a black shadow against the bright light pouring from the hallway, almost creeping up to your bed and casting long dark lines on the floor.

“No worries”

And the door shut again behind him.

You didn’t know what had compelled you to open up to him like this, but as you laid back down onto your bed and under the covers, his words echoed in your head.

“We’re in this together”.

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[amalyascabin]

Tohr

*I stepped out from the underground tunnels into the mansion and headed to the stairway to go upstairs into my room. I knew I needed a shave and a fresh change of clothes before the chosen gets there. I’m not thrilled about the whole thing, but there was no helping it. I needed to feed. Once inside my room, I quickly finished up and sat by the desk in my room, moving some of the paperwork around and making it all a bit more neat while waiting for the chosen that would be sent to feed me*

Amalya

*I hang up my phone after a brief call with the Primale. Apparently one of his Brothers has to feed very soon, and Phury had requested a Chosen go to the manse tonight to serve him. I think about it, and in the end I decide that I shall go to him myself, since many of mine sisters have been taking up more of that side of our duties than I have lately. Setting aside the book I’d been reading when my phone rang, I slip on some shoes and a jacket, and dematerialize to the Compound. The front door is answered by a doggen, who bows and leads me upstairs to one of the bedchambers. With another bow, he leaves me outside the door and goes to continue his duties. I raise my hand and knock softly upon the door, waiting to be summoned within*

Tohr

*I turned my head as there was a soft knock on the door, and I quickly finished my attempt at tidying the desk in my room. I hurried to the door and took a deep breath before I opened it, not sure which chosen would be sent to feed me this time. I hated feeding from a different female, and granted I had lost a little weight compared to just a few years ago. If anyone asked, I said it was because I did too much desk work and not enough training and field-work, so it was muscle, but deep inside I knew the truth. It was because I stretched my feedings for as long as I possibly could before my brothers started getting concerned about it*

*I looked to the chosen outside, arching a brow as I realised it was none other than the directrix, Amalya, I believe her name is*

Please come in *I said and stepped to the side to let her inside, letting my fingertips graze the top of my buzzcut. Shit, this was already both uncomfortable and awkward, but it just needed to be done or I’d have my brothers crawling up my ass soon enough* I didn’t expect the directrix to handle stuff like this *I immediately regretted my words, as they came out wrong. Nice job, Tohr. Try to embarrass her because you’re uncomfortable, that’s a real class act*

Amalya

*As the Brother steps aside to let me into the room, I sense his discomfort and wonder at it. Perhaps he simply doesn’t care to feed from a female he doesn’t really know? Well, whatever the reason, I will do my best to put him at ease. Then he comments that he hadn’t expected the directrix herself to come to him. Then he looked uncomfortable, as if he were afraid that he might’ve offended me, so I smiled to let him know that he hadn’t.* Of course I would come. I have all the same duties and responsibilities as the rest of the Chosen. That should not change simply because I was picked to lead them now, should it? Besides, I enjoy helping others however and whenever I can. Which brings us back to the reason for my visit. *I gesture to the couch in the sitting area of the room* Shall we begin?

Tohr

*I felt relieved as the directrix showed me a smile. Fuck, could she tell how uncomfortable I am? I hope not. I look to her as she explain and nod. It made good sense, when I thought about it. Not unlike what we did in the brotherhood. While I was mainly a teacher and overseeing the administration of the training programs, I still went into the field and patrolled just like my other brothers. I look to her as she continues to talk and offers a nod* We shall, yes. *I hold out my hand towards her, feeling as shy as a newly trans male on his first date* After you… And from the wrist. The feeding, I mean.

Amalya

*I nod as I walk with him over towards the couch. I notice that he still seems a bit ill at ease, maybe even shy, and I wonder at it. But then I realize- of course. This is Tohrment, the Brother whose shellan was killed not that long ago in a lesser attack. It’s possible that he still doesn’t feel quite comfortable feeding from another female yet. As we settle onto the couch, I nod at his words.* Of course, from the wrist if you prefer it that way, Sire. *I pull up my sleeve- I really should’ve thought to change into a short sleeved top before I came here- and hold out my arm to him*

Tohr

*A heavy weight is lifted from my shoulders as the directrix simply agrees with feeding me from her wrist and offers it to me. With a slight tremble, I take her frail limb and hold it as delicately as my large hands allow, trying to force my fangs to elongate. It was sort of trying to convince myself I was hungry despite the fact every fiber in my body still felt it was wrong to feed from another female. I took a deep breath and let my eyes linger on a vein, a thin elegant blue line underneath her white skin, barely visible. Pumping blood through her system, nourishing red tasty blood. Suddenly the hunger in me started to let itself be known. My stomach felt like it was an embodiment of an earthquake and my fangs shot out of my upper jaw, ready as ever to pierce skin and ensure my body had its fill. I’d never had to restrain myself in my life as much as this one moment. I didn’t want to scare Amalya, so I opted for a more controlled lowering of my head, letting my fangs sink into her skin. I took deep gulps, letting her blood feed me and recharge my energy as I let my body relax. As I fed, my body got less tense and it almost seemed natural, even if the blood tasted a little hollow to me. It truly lacked the spice of honest affection that had been present in Wellsie’s blood, but it couldn’t be helped. I carefully pulled out my fangs from her wrist, licking at the wounds to help close them before I looked to Amalya, offering an apologetic look*

Thank you, Directrix Amalya. Your service is invaluable, as always.

*I always made it a point to thank whatever chosen was sent to me when I needed to feed, I just hope I don’t sound too lame. I didn’t just want to dismiss her, but properly thank her like anyone would for having someone do them a massive favor. She was a literal life-saver the way I saw it*

Amalya

*As Tohrment takes my wrist in his hands, he hesitates and I can tell that he’s still having difficulty with the idea of feeding. I try to think of what I might be able to do to help him do what he needs to, but before I can come up with a single idea, biology takes over. His fangs drop as his body clamors for what I am here to provide him, and he finally lowers his head to pierce my wrist. As he drinks deeply his body relaxes, the tension draining away as it gets what it needs to survive. I lay my other hand on his shoulder to let him know it’s alright, encourage him to keep going and take as much as he needs to. I have no worry over him taking too much, since I can always go to the Sanctuary to refresh myself whenever I need to. When he is done, he seals the wounds and looks at me, thanking me for serving him tonight. I smile as I stand up and, falling back on a lifetime of ritual and habit learned in my role as a Chosen, I bow to him.* You are very welcome, Sire. And please, you can just call me Amalya. Is there anything else I may do for you before I leave?

Tohr

*I realised that Amalya had kept her hand on my shoulder during the feeding and couldn’t help but feel grateful for her silent support. Obviously she saw how difficult this was for me, but decided not to make a fuss about it. Honestly, my brothers could learn something from her, though I’d never dare tell any of them that unless I was looking to have my face broken fast. As she bowed, I simply stayed quiet. I didn’t want to disrupt her habits from traditions and her upbringing. It would be disrespectful after all. I looked to her as she asked if there was anything else and I simply shook my head* No, that will be all. Thank you again, Amalya. *I say and bow my head towards her* I’m grateful for your offering.

Amalya

*I nod at his words, and tug my sleeve back down into place* You’re very welcome, sire. Please do not hesitate to call upon us again whenever you need to feed, or if there is anything else mine sisters or I can do for you. *with that, I close my eyes and dematerialize back to my cabin at the Great Camp. I send a text to the Primale to let him know that his Brother has fed tonight, before picking up my book once more to continue the story.*

#AmalyaFeedsTohrmenr #SASBDB

[owlmylove]

big ask, how do you make friends?(not you as in you but as in the general all of us you does that make sense?)

aight strap in kiddo. heres how to win friends and influence smiles

first: find people that seem cool, or interesting to you. this is nowhere near as high stakes as it may seem because, though you may not know it yet, you don’t have to commit to being friends with someone just because you get to know them. we all make brunch and coffee date promises that will eventually go unfulfilled, not because we’re terrible people but rather we realize we’re better suited to hanging out with others. so, tldr: find cool people and don’t worry overmuch about it

now, find a way to talk to them. this depends on A. how often you see this person annnnd B. your own confidence level.  

if you see a cool person and don’t immediately know how to approach them, the easiest way in the world to make friends is to open with a compliment and go from there. this sounds ridiculous, but I’m currently at a large university and I literally make friends every day. most of the time, that’s prompted by complimenting them. I once told a girl outside starbucks I loved how she was working that croptop, and she almost yelled with joy, complimented my hair, and demanded to ask for my instagram. if someone is in a rush I naturally don’t interrupt them, but I have stopped by other people’s tables or seats in cafés before to inform them how much I like their outfit/hair/earrings/messenger bag. after they fawn over the compliment, proceed to small talk. 

small talk takes practice. 

and thats okay! most things in life do! you’ll get better the more you do it - I swear to god I’m the proof. 

bounce off whatever response they give to your initial compliment and, most importantly (and easiest for you!) keep the focus on them. try to end most - but not every one! - of your thoughts with an open question for them to keep the conversation rolling. complimented their jewelry? (usually a v. good pick, people take pride in their jewelry. sidenote, try to compliment things people choose: clothes, books, shoes, accessories. although “you have incredible eyes!” is a great compliment, it’s awkward as an opener because it A. requires you to have looked them in the eyes for a long period of time before talking to them and B. sounds like a pick up line. [I wait until I’ve been talking to them for a while before I acknowledge how wow, I’m sorry, the light just hit your eyes and they’re gorgeous! I’m sure you get that all the time, but wow.]) 

ask them where they got their bracelet. if someone got it for them, ask about the gift-giver. if they don’t remember where they got it, laugh and say that all the best pieces in a wardrobe are the ones you forget where they came from. give an example of your own, if applicable. try bouncing from complimenting their hair to asking where they get it done and maybe make a joke about how you wish you could bring a professional negotiator to your appointments, because otherwise you’ll ask for a trim, the stylist will give you a buzzcut, and you’ll say “oh thats perfect, thanks :))” almost everyone has had that experience, I promise.

I should also acknowledge: I’m writing this as a cis female. I can (and do) compliment a lot of people, mostly women. But I’ve been told that if you’re male-presenting, then giving such compliments to people of any gender might be seen as flirting? As such, for those who don’t present as girls: give compliments in a way that feels right for you. One of the best drive-by compliments I recently got from a guy was while I was late for a performance, striding across campus, and a guy passing by just said “Hey, I love your style,” without breaking stride or trying to force a conversation. No matter what you identify as, if you’re worried someone will think you’re hitting on them be sure to keep that air of, “I don’t mind if this conversation comes to a natural conclusion.” Even if you desperately want to be their friend, desperation is easily detected and can be as uncomfortable in platonic contexts as it is in romantic ones. 

so don’t lean in too close, don’t force extended eye contact or stare, and don’t compliment any body parts unless you think you can do so without being suggestive. casually mirror their body language when possible (if they’re leaning their cheek on one arm, wait a beat or two before propping your chin up similarly) to make them feel like you’re attentive and similarly minded.

if you can immediately tell you have a common factor with a person, go for it. if someone’s reading a book you’ve read, or a book you want to read, or a book you wrote, sit sorta near them, glance their way and, acting as if you’ve just now recognized the book, ask them how they’re enjoying it. if they’re a deep reader and go “huh?” as your voice drags them up from the literary depths, give a self-effacing smile and say “Oh, I’m sorry to interrupt. That’s just one of my favorite books. How are you liking it so far?” this leads to any other question about a book you can imagine. 

ditto any t-shirt about a form of media you’re familiar with, or patch or sticker or pin. all of those are just nerd flags flying high in pursuit of like-minded people to talk to. trust me.

once you’ve made enough small talk and, if it’s working well, try finding a “to be continued” thread. could be “oh, you come to this coffee shop every morning to? well maybe I’ll see you next Wednesday then! it was nice meeting you, have a good day c:” orrrr maybe it’s “awww your dogs adorable!! here’s pictures of my pet/any other vaguely related to the conversation thing on instagram. [insert photo sharing, wait until you both stop actively looking at the photo] oh here, what’s your instagram? I’ll follow you!” open the search tab and hand it to them so you don’t have to worry about mistyping. 

also a very, very good method is to find something you can relate to the present conversation that you might not be able to immediately show. so an article, video, a picture you can’t-find-right-now, friend’s name, movie review, the name of this really cool bookstore you found in Annapolis because they mentioned they’re going there soon (if you really don’t mind bullshitting, find out where they’re traveling in the future, claim to remember a bookstore/museum/etc. you went to once, years ago and say oh shoot, what was the name? it was a pretty cool place - I’ll think of it tonight at like 2am. I can send you the name whenever I think of it if you like? [pause for answer] okay great! here, whats your number? and then go home, google some cool places, and text them a few hours later.) anything that gives you A. a way to continue this conversation and B. an excuse for not doing so immediately and, therefore, C. the chance to get their name & contact info.

now, if this isn’t just some cool-looking person you’re meeting for the first time, but someone you see regularly in a residential, academic or professional setting, start laying the groundwork for friendly vibes before you make a move. smile when you see them. if they’re a classmate, try sitting a lil closer (but not crazy close.) pay attention if they speak up in a group. if they drop something, and you don’t have to take extreme steps to do so, pick it up. if someone drops something across a lecture hall, don’t go running for it. but just close-lipped small smile + eyebrow flash when you see them and, after a few of these, try for a nod and/or a grin. if you’ve spoken to them at least once, if only to pick something up for them, you can try a “hey!/hello!” with a smile if they seem receptive to it. if you haven’t spoken to them yet, you’re welcome to try it if they seem receptive, but I usually wait.

if you don’t see this persona regularly, but semi-regularly, you need to evaluate whether the times you encountered them is significant enough for them to remember. please know this has waaay less to do with whether or not you’re memorable, and more to do with how much data our brains sort through every single day. think honestly about this, and decide this: when you eventually introduce yourself to them, would it be stranger to admit you remember the first time you both occupied the same space, or stranger to pretend to have forgotten?

I have a classmate who I vividly remember meeting for the first time, but we never really spoke until on instagram recently, 2 years later. So I never made a point of mentioning our meeting, until he actually referenced it! Then I went ahead and mentioned the highly-specific detail which made him so memorable as a question I was unsure of - “Ahaha yeah, his class was great! Weren’t you the one who _____?” 

Try never to be presumptuously confident in social settings until your conversational partner indicates it’s appropriate. It is almost always more polite to allow yourself uncertainty.

case in point: my default when friends are introducing me to people who I’ve seen around a few times is “Oh! Hello, I’m ___, haven’t we met before?” Assuming you have met before (even and perhaps especially when you know for a fact you haven’t) is SO MUCH SAFER than asking “have we met?” When they respond in the negative, we haven’t, you get to say “Oh, really? I guess I’ve just seen you around so much, I could’ve sworn we were introduced. Well, it’s so nice to officially meet you!” and then proceed with small talk, ideally including whoever your third party member is or, in the event of being one-on-one with this prospective friend, try asking them some questions about wherever you’ve been seeing them (so what do you think of our biology lecture?) OR compliments (Oh, I just noticed how awesome your watch is! where did you find that?) OR any other question you like. proceed with the small talk until one or both of you seems ready to leave, there’s a decent enough lull in the conversation, OR you’ve found a “to be continued thread” which you can string up before making your goodbyes. 

(Sorry if I’m exhausting this post with too many conversational examples, I just know how much younger, more-anxious me liked the idea of having a script to fall back upon)

don’t worry if you don’t get a contact method after the first conversation! you have spoken to the person, laid the ground work for a follow-up conversation, and that’s awesome. keep interacting with them when you see them, but be mindful of how interested they seem in interacting with you. the worst thing is to always stop and wait for a conversation when someone just wants to get on with their day. if they seem impatient, or busy, just say “hey! good to see you c:/have a good day c:/your hair looks great [insert name]!” and carry on. 

Friendships aren’t formed by constantly forcing conversations with a person. They’re formed by being mindful of those around you, considering people’s perspectives & emotions, and having a positive presence people want to be around.

you can shoot them periodic texts or DM’s, depending upon the contact method. best to start off is to send or discuss things relevant to your IRL conversation. if that starts a whole new text convo: awesome!!! if it fizzles out; let it fizzle. wait a few days/week/etc. try asking them for a book or music or coffeeshop recc, because people fucking love an invitation to offer their opinion (what do you think this novella of an answer is?) and then springboard into your own tastes, things you like and dislike, and see how well your views and tastes align. remember, talking to a potential friend is just like an interview! you may feel like you’re under examination, and need to win their attentions, but you’re interviewing them for the position too. 

finally, go ahead and invite them to hang out. you can do this waaaay earlier if you have sufficient reason/confidence to do so: if you compliment someone’s superhero shirt, and they say they can’t wait for the new movie next week, and you can’t either, say this! say you’re planning on going [insert date] if they wanna come get their mind blown with you and/or go halfsies on the pricey popcorn. 

also, naturally: if you’re in a coffeeshop and both clearly plan to be there again sometime soon, establish when you’ll see them next. when you do: don’t seat yourself at their table unless A. they invite you to or B. they’ve been clearly invested in talking with you for more than a few minutes, at which point you can say “Do you mind if I sit?” and then boom! coffee friendship!!! which is also the best way to deal with the natural, awkward pauses that come between topics - you can both reach for your cups as you think of ways to continue

But: if you don’t have the excuse of “here, wanna study for the next exam together?” or “carpool to work together?” or any of the above, go ahead and find something you think they might like too. If you have other friends who’d be down, and who aren’t super abrasive or wild or super super shy personality types, go ahead and try to make it a group hang. “Hey! Some of my friends & I are going to the movies on Friday night if you’d care to join!” orrrrrr invite them to grab coffee if that’s not where you usually meet them, or invite them to an outdoor market or some cool event (ideally with free admission!) like a live concert or gallery showing, etc. etc. 

If you only have their instagram when you first hang out with them, take a picture of them over the course of the night (not a selfie unless they ask for it.) I know how people feel about getting photographed, so I always take a bunch, tell them to try different poses, and then let them swipe through and pick their favorites for me to send them. offer the same, and tell them instagram/social media messagers kill the image quality if they don’t already know. Boom! now you have their phone number, and now they feel good about themselves bc of you. Woooo, positive correlations! if they want to take pictures of you, even if you’re squeamish around cameras, go ahead, laugh and let them go for it. otherwise, refusing the picture skews the friendship towards their ego, and suggest, if only subconsciously, that you like them more than you like yourself. 

from then on, it should be pretty smooth! see how the hang out goes, decide whether you want to keep hanging with them (as I said, you have that right!) and then text them when you want to. and as you spend more time interacting with them, and grow more comfortable, you might have some of Friendship Bonding Moments™ I’ve encountered. such as: being told I played a minor role in someone’s weirdly vivid dream, anytime someone sent me a post/song/video/article of clothing/picture of a dog and said it reminded them of me, sending me a new song they love and demanding I listen to it, asking for my opinion on what they’re going to wear tonight, and/or whether they should post a picture to instagram, someone randomly calling me up to say they’re headed to my favorite diner at 2am, do I want to come? (~Just College Things~), telling me they made extra dinner/food/baked goods and do I want some?

and then, congrats! you have made friends! if you really like them, and enjoy this sincerely and/or ironically, feel free to make them a friendship bracelet to immortalize the event once you feel comfortable enough with them

(although I have also promised to make friendship bracelets for people I have just met + had very positive conversations with, preceded by “Okay, that’s it, we’re friends now. You can expect your friendship bracelet in 3-5 business days.” and they all, without fail, freak out over the mere thought of a friendship bracelet and the implication that we are now officially friends. this works on people I met like, less than 5 minutes ago. it’s also really easy to say “you can expect your friendship bracelet in 3-5 business days. Here, what’s your instagram/phone number? I’ll text you!” bear in mind: don’t be presumptuously confident. gauge their level of enthusiasm before you ask for their contact details, or take the joke too far. but know that most will almost immediately say yes, because even adults who may laugh at the thought are still just little kids deep down, and everyone wants a friend to like them enough to make them a friendship bracelet)

if you’re looking for more than just casual friends: time, conversations and empathy all help to turn casual acquaintances into friends you can trust & rely upon. asking how they’re doing if it seems they’re having a rough day and actively listening, offering advice (only if they want it) or food or an indulgent stress relief hang out, or asking (one of the rare times presumptuousness is okay!!) if they wouldn’t mind letting you vent about a coworker or something frustrating - any time you encourage them to emotionally share with you, or you offer to share your emotions with them, will help solidify your friendship. as much as I hate admitting when I’m sad to my close friends, those that I do admit it to are the ones I trust & rely upon the most.

finally, most importantly and, yes, most clichédly: be yourself. The more a friend learns about you, the deeper the friendship. Never lie about yourself for the sake of impressing a friend, or all that effort you’ve put into making a friendship will be built on false grounds. you’ll never be comfortable or relaxed around someone you have to act around, so don’t! if someone doesn’t like you for you, they’re not worth your friendship in the first place. I may sound like Dr. Seuss or Hallmark, but I’m serious. 

Okay cool, so it’s 4:33 am and I should be studying for me french final in 6 hours, but hey, here’s like 3,000 words of rambly social advice and scripts. should I write a book about this? I feel like I could write a book about this. Hmm. Maybe thats just the espresso & caffeinated chocolate talking. please weigh in on book or nah in the comment section below

Anways, I hope with every fiber of my sleep-deprived soul that some small part of this goliath answer could help you! And if, in my stupor, I outlined every possible scenario except the ones you actually needed to know about, don’t hesitate to let me know and I’ll try my best to assist. Now go forth, make friends, and be you! ♥

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