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callsigndragon · 1 year

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Seeing Red | Ch. 39: Labels ✍️

Word count: 3k

Warning: SERESIN FAMILY FLUFF, some tension 😏, bit of angst, let's cry again, Redman needs to unleash some tension, and they dO, SMUT AHEAD. Jake being a tease, Red being needy, oral sex (fem receiving), fingering, and well, enJOY IT.

A/N: CAN SOMEONE SEND ME AN ASK TALKING ABOUT THE VOWS SO I CAN RAMBLE ABOUT IT? THANK YOU.

Also, can you comment if you got tagged on this part? Bc I think I'm having some trouble with the tags :(((

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The planning behind this trip must have been absolutely crazy. When you get to the airport, there’s a person waiting for you to get you to your hotel. Jake was talking about renting a car once you landed, but it seems like you have a free ride to the hotel.

“Bubs, you need to sit down.” Jake chuckles, knowing how his words are falling on deaf ears.

“Look! The sea is orange.” Liam chimes, jumping up and down on his father’s legs.

“Guess we won’t be able to go to the beach today.” You mention, looking at the orange ocean and the setting sun on the horizon. The view is breathtaking.

“We’ll get dinner and head to the room. It's been a long day for this little prince.” Jake replies, kissing Liam’s head. “Maybe we can plan the places we want to see tomorrow.”

“We need to find that submarine tour so Liam can see the turtles.”

“Tutles! Can we see them now?” Liam turns around, grabbing his dad’s face. You’re starting to believe that he does this knowing that Jake is unable to say no to anything he asks when he grabs his face with his little hands and looks into his eyes.

“They’re getting ready to sleep now, bubs. We can see them tomorrow, okay?”

You lean back, watching the exchange between them. It’s been a few days since he told you the truth, and even though a part of your brain tries to keep those thoughts away to protect your poor heart from the suffering, another part of your brain can't stop thinking about a tiny kid, somehow looking very similar to Liam, wandering in a gigantic mansion. Dark and infinite walls rise in front of him at every step he makes, blocking his way out. The kid eventually sits down, tears welling up his eyes but not falling. They never fall.

He can’t break down.

“Cherry, are you listening?”

You shake your head, focusing on him. “Sorry, did you say something?”

Jake chuckles, kissing your forehead. “I said that we’re here. Let’s get to the room and freshen up a bit before going to get some dinner.”

You nod, grabbing your bag before getting out of the car.

Turns out your friends really got the three of you a suite. The two-bedroom suite is on the 33rd floor of one of the tallest hotels on the island. The main room has floor-to-ceiling windows and the most beautiful ocean views you could find. The other room, more appropriate for a two-year-old, doesn’t have such views, but Liam’s priorities are going to the beach and finding the turtles.

After a wonderful dinner at the restaurant, you come back to the room with Liam already asleep in your arms. The walk to the elevator is quiet, as if you two were afraid that the kid could wake up. However, deep in your soul, you know that both of you are thinking the exact same thing.

He’s thinking how that beach dress you chose fits you perfectly, adjusting itself in all the right places, making his mouth go dry.

You’re thinking how that white shirt he chose highlights his tanned skin, with two buttons down showing you enough of his chest to make you drool, and the platinum ring in his dog tags, shining every time you glance his way, isn’t making it any easier.

“There was a bottle of wine in the room, did you see it?” He mutters once you enter the elevator, pressing the button that takes you to your floor.

“No, I didn’t. I was more worried about taking dangerous things out of Liam’s room, actually.” You whisper back, adjusting Liam’s shirt, that keeps rolling up. “You want to open it?”

“Well, it would be a shame not to.” He shrugs, not wanting to push the idea any further in case you don’t feel like it.

“You find the glasses, I put him to bed.” You make your offer while not looking at him. Why are you shy all of a sudden? It’s not like you’ve never had sex with him before. You’re holding the proof of it in your arms right now.

“Deal.”

Liam wakes up when you are trying to take off his shoes, and you have to spend the next fifteen minutes singing to him until he slips into Morpheus’ arms. You love your son with every cell of your body. But he had to wake up the only night you didn’t want him to.

You get up from the bed, heels in hand, and tiptoe all the way out of his room, closing the door behind you. You let out a breath once you’re outside. As you walk around the suite trying to find Jake, you see him sitting on one of the sunbeds with two glasses of wine resting in front of him.

Leaving the shoes outside, you ran your fingers through his hair while getting yourself a glass. “Sorry, Liam was so excited about the turtles he didn’t want to sleep.”

“If he doesn’t get to see a turtle before we leave, I’ll riot.” He says this while sitting up and looking up, his green eyes locked with yours. “White suits you, my love.”

You smile, feeling the heat on your cheeks. “You’re also wearing white.”

“Just trying to match.”

“You should be wearing a dress for that.”

“I didn’t bring it with me, sorry.” He laughs, his hands moving to your hips, bringing you closer. The number of times that this same position has ended with you two in bed is countless. The look in his eyes, however, tells you that he is thinking about something. Something really important.

“What’s going on around that pretty head of yours?”

“I need to know where we are.” He whispers, his hands moving up to your waist.

“I assume you don’t mean what island we are on right now.” You joke, swallowing the lump of feelings. You knew this moment would come.

“You know I don’t mean that.”

You sigh, placing your hand on his shoulder as support while you sit down on his lap. His hands circle your body, finding their place on the small of your back. “We’re together, if that’s what you want to know.”

“I know that. But… is that it? Are we just together?” He insists.

“You want us to marry again, right?”

He nods, his hand traveling up your body and resting on your face, his thumb caressing your cheek. “It’s the only thing left for me to fix. Will you marry me again, Red?”

Your heart throbs against your ribcage, almost ready to explode. “I’d love to.”

He sighs, his head falling in dismay. “Why do I feel there’s a but?”

“Because there’s a but.” You lift his chin, leaning down to press your lips softly against his. “Jake, I love you. I love you with all my heart. And I know it’s the first time I've said that in years, but I mean it. I love the Jake I married, but I also love the Jake I see in front of me. The loving, doting father who would stop everything for his kid. The excellent leader that you are. The reliable friend. The marvelous son and the protective brother. I love all these new layers I’ve been discovering for the last month.”

“Why does it feel like it’s not enough?” He mumbles, his voice breaking at the end. You feel like a monster for doing this to him.

“You’re more than enough. In fact, I feel like I’m not enough for you. You’ve changed so much, and the only thing that has changed in me are my boobs!”

Jake looks at them. “Well, they are bigger.”

“Thanks.”

“But you’ve changed, too. You’re more patient and caring than you were before, and I don’t know if that’s possible because you were already all those things. You brought up Liam alone. You’re amazing, Red.”

“Don’t make me tear up.”

He shakes his head, smiling softly. “You didn’t explain it to me. The but.”

“When we got married, you knew there were risks, right?”

He nods. “I feared that my father would find out.”

“What makes you think that when we ask for a marriage license, your father won’t find out somehow?”

Jake’s head falls, his forehead pressed against your chest. “He’ll find out, yeah.”

“It’s not just us anymore, Jake. We need to consider all of the possible outcomes." You remember him, running your fingers through his scalp. “And I would love to walk down the aisle again and see you and Liam standing there, waiting for me. But we can’t.”

“I ran away from that house, but it’s like I’ll never run away from him.” He bemoans, hugging you tightly.

“Hey, there’s another but.”

“Go ahead.” Jake doesn’t raise his head, he’s waiting for the next blow.

“I still have your surname.” You say, his eyes search yours once he hears something that piques his interest.

“Go on.”

“We practically live together.”

“Yeah.”

“We have a kid.”

“A wonderful kid.”

“And we still have our wedding rings with us.” You finish, trying to prove your point.

“So you mean that we’re basically married.”

“You said that this morning, remember? And I don’t need to sign a paper to call you my husband.”

Something flashes in his eyes. "Say that again."

"You first." You smirk, challenging him.

"My beautiful, beautiful wife." He kisses your jawline, shivers running down your back. "Did I tell you that I love you?"

"No, you didn't." You whisper, tangling your fingers between his locks.

"I love you, Mrs. Seresin. You're the love of my life."

He takes off your dog tags, opening the chain to get the rings. You do the same.

"Once I manage to get that man in jail, I'm proposing again. And we'll have a big wedding with our family and friends."

"That seems like a dream come true." You close the chain and return the dog tags to their rightful place.

"Do you remember your vows?" He asks, sliding your engagement ring onto your right hand.

"Yeah, I do. Are we reciting them again?"

"I want to." He grabs your hands, kissing your left ring finger, just like he did on your wedding day. Then, he clears his throat, a soft smile spreading over his lips. "I choose you again and again, at the start and finish of every single day, no matter the season, no matter the year. I choose you to struggle and succeed with, to fight and make up with, to love and grow old with. I choose you knowing there are still trails we must travel, knowing there are mountains left to climb. I choose you to always be by my side."

He wipes a tear away from your cheek. "I'm hearing them for the second time, but it makes more sense now, don't you think?"

"Yeah, I thought that too." He agrees with a sad yet loving smile on his lips.

"My turn." You caress his cheek, and he closes his eyes to enjoy the moment. He opens them again once he hears you take a breath. "I can't promise you that dark clouds will never hover over our lives or that the future will bring us many rainbows. I can't promise you that tomorrow will be perfect or that life will be easy. I can promise you my everlasting devotion, my loyalty, my respect and my unconditional love for a lifetime. I can promise you that I'll always be here for you, to listen and to hold your hand, and I'll always do my best to make you happy, and make you feel loved. I can promise that I'll see you through any crisis, and pray with you, dream with you, build with you, and always cheer you on and encourage you. I can promise that I'll willingly be your protector, your advisor, your counselor, your friend, your family, your everything. I promise you." Jake's tears make you cry even more. "Why are we like this?"

He chuckles, almost choking up. "I don't know. Maybe we jinxed our marriage with the vows."

"Honey, it was jinxed before we met each other."

He slides the platinum wedding band onto your left hand. "Right where it belongs."

You smile, repeating the same action. "You're ten times hotter with that ring, Mr. Seresin."

"Is that so, Mrs. Seresin?"

You nod, kissing him passionately. You feel his hands moving over your body, hugging and grabbing everything they can reach. It starts softly, turning into passionate and impatient touches that leave your whole skin burning. You feel the ache between your legs. An ache that must be satisfied before the night is over, or you will consume.

He pulls away, breathing heavily and chuckling when you follow him, not wanting the kiss to end. “If we keep going on like this, I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop. I missed you so much.”

“Don’t you dare stop now.”

His lips travel down your neck, kissing and nibbling the soft skin all the way down to your breasts, still covered by the fabric of your dress. His facial hair tickles your skin. "Jake."

"Yes, love?"

"I need you." You demand between breaths, unbuttoning his shirt.

"We need to be quiet. Well, you need to be quiet." He commands, his hands catching yours

"I'll be quiet, please. Just touch me." You beg, wanting to feel him somewhere, anywhere, everywhere. You just want him. Him. Him.

"Where's the tough Commander now, huh?" He mocks, placing his hands in your ass to hold you tight while he gets up from the sunbed. He stands in front of the bed, pondering his choices. "What should I do with you?"

"You're an asshole." You whine, leaving kisses on his neck, your teeth biting softly at his earlobe. He groans, dropping you on the bed.

"You married this asshole."

"I'm already regretting it." He kneels on the floor, grabbing your thighs and pulling you closer to the edge. His hands travel up your thighs, getting lost under the skirt of your dress.

"If you regret it so much, I can go sleep with Liam." His thumb presses against your covered core as he whispers dangerously close to your lips. "My sweet girl, you're a liar."

A soft mewl leaving your lips when he touches you. “Stop teasing, Jake.”

“I don’t know. You’re cute when you beg.” He takes off his shirt, slowly, one button at a time, even though there aren’t many left. You had almost unbuttoned all of them before. His eyes wander over your body, orbs darkened by lust. “What would everyone say if they found out that the badass, legendary Red Queen begs to be touched?”

“Jake, please, please.” You close your legs, rubbing them together, wanting to feel something that soothes the aching.

“Since you asked so nicely.” He slides your panties down your legs, laughing amusedly at the content sigh that escapes from your lips once his hands touch you again. “You’re so wet already and I haven’t even touched you.”

You grab him by the dog tags, pulling him closer. “It’s been three fucking years, Jake. You have two choices, you fuck me or you fuck off.”

“Nobody can fuck you as well as I do, right?” He says, kissing the inside of your knee while traveling up, leaving open-mouthed kisses on his way to your dripping cunt.

“Nobody has tried.” You confess, one hand gripping his hair and pushing him closer to where you need him.

He bites the inside of your thigh, your body jerkin up at the sensation. “You’ve been waiting for me?”

You roll your eyes. “No, I just didn’t have time.”

“I won’t make you wait anymore, then.”

And he doesn’t. While he laps up your folds, you can hear your own wetness as you close your eyes and beg the almighty that Liam doesn’t wake up because you need this. You really need it.

You moan softly when Jake lifts your leg and rests it on his shoulder. His tongue moves to your clit, lapping and sucking at the swollen bud of nerves in a rhythm that has you clasping a hand over your mouth to not moan out loud.

“When we get home, I’ll make sure we have the house to ourselves one night. I want to hear those little sweet sounds you make when I touch you.” He whispers, his hot breath hitting your core and making you shiver.

“T-that would be nice.” You manage to say, biting your lip to stop the lewd sounds that want to come out when Jake pushes one finger inside you. He moves his finger in and out, squelching sounds filling the room.

One finger becomes two. And then three. You lay down, the tension in your lower abdomen, a tension you haven't felt in a long time, becoming too much for you to sit still, your body covered in a fine layer of sweat. Jake has a dirty mouth when it comes to sex, but he knows how to use that fucking tongue.

He’s always been a giver.

“You’re close, sweet girl?” He raises his head, his mouth gleaming with your slick. You nod, and he stops moving his fingers. Your whines make him chuckle. “Use your words.”

“I’m close, Jake, please.” You moan a little too loudly, his free hand moving up to your mouth, inserting his thumb into your mouth, giving you something to do with your mouth.

“Come for me, Mrs. Seresin.” The words come out of his mouth in a raspy voice, sending shivers down your spine. The knot that has been tightening in your lower abdomen snaps. The mind-numbing orgasm crashes through you, your body shaking more and more as Jake’s fingers never stop moving. You push him away when it becomes too much, watching as he licks your arousal from his lips before kissing you. "Better now?"

"Much better." You nod, smiling and kissing him softly.

"Good. 'Cause that was only round 1." He whispers, taking off his pants.

Seems like it's going to be a long night.

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somecrazybitch · 3 months

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It's funny that the following is 100% true & happened in the 2020s.

When in university, I persued institutionalisation. I was unwell due to undiagnosed Adhd & Autism, as well as suffering from a slew of mental health issues & a confusing list of diagnoses that in theory ought to be paired with through treatment. I was in a sorry state & unable to properly care for myself let alone fulfill my duties as a student. I was characterised by an undulating tidal wave of high periods and low periods. In the high periods I headed social events, got involved in school positions, got employed in two separate organisations. In the low I would vanish apart from class, not eat, & cry as I ironed my shirts for the morning after getting home past 1 from the cursed promises "high mood me" had signed up for.

I was unable to secure the help I was looking for from the healthcare system. I find it odd humoures to think about retrospectively, knowing what I know now. The reason I was not provided help, is because if the stark, sharp, & ultimately artificial line drawn within the healthcare system between the physical & the mental.

Neurodivergany is often put in the category of physical illnesses within the NHS despite it having to do with the brain, so when someone is "institutionalised" due to high support needs from autism for example (if someone was incapable of feeding, or clothing themselves, or of paying their bills and calling for home repairs when needed without help) they might get a carer (& a social worker) perhaps they might be sent to a care home for ppl with complex needs.

When a person is suffering from mental illness, they look for harm to the self or others in a far more direct way normally, before they send you to the mad house.

Instead, I got my degree, year & chapters passed. (Getting stuck in central Europe with a lover due to a global plauge & disruption of the political union that allowed us to travel in the first place. Fleeing to the north of the country after graduation, being temporarily without a home & being taken in by an old woman who had lived in this new city for decades and ran multiple houses. She had my partner do work in the houses until we found a gas leak & when she refused to close the house down, we fled again in the night. We quickly managed to go back to renting and stayed in the city for the next 3 years.)

One of my dearest friends passed away days after I spoke to him. The funeral was to be family only, despite him having told me of his deep discontent in the family days before his death. I fell & festered miles & miles away, unable to say goodbye as he was put in to the ground. Once again I felt the damned knock of a bottomless low calling to me, & in madness I surrendered.

He had once been my lover, but had always remained my friend. I could not speak words to do justice to him, so I painted, I continued as my partner packed for our new home. I found myself in an empty room with a canvas & paint on the night we made our way across the city to our current dwellings. A car horn snapped me back & away we went.

After a year of unbearable solitude & insanity at the new house (which I cocooned myself within) I snapped. I called my love, my partner, & let him know I no longer wanted to live. He had been visiting someone far away and arranged to take a train back to meet me. After much ugliness & tragedy, we had a brilliant idea.

We would abandon all that ailled us on this godforsaken island, and fly away to Paris.

So we made our way to the airport, whilst furiously booking things, and found ourselves in Paris that same night.

I spent a month & and a half in Paris. We were truly blessed to have found one of the best most wonderful places in the world to be.

The house was ran by a marvelous matriarch. She was everything one should hope to become. Kind, open, honest, calm, happy. Her home had a large garden that she shared with tutles, two digs & 4 cats, as well as budgies that came and went freely. A small pond nestled under a willow, & benches at the back of the garden provided a delightful view of the wrought-iron chairs that hid below a canopy near the house. A stone round table provided a regularly used place for cheese plater, red wine, and cigarettes.

Occasionally, her breathtaking daughter would sit and smoke green with me .(I must admit I'm a bit in love with her, I think she was in her early 30s, she modelled for some time, studied, rebelled, and lived happily.)

Paris was a dream in every sense. When it came time to graciously relinquish my rooms back to my host, I moved even closer to the center. A frighteningly high up apartment in a vibrant neighbourhood. The hallway would send shivers down the spine of anyone, but the grimes of Berlin ravers, at the top of it was my sanctuary. A lovely flat with a handsome young parisian man who was the roomate of my host. The kitchen window let one see the skies of paris, as did the one in my bedroom, from which I watched the rooftop garden parties, the cats walking amongst the chimneys, and below the old man who owned the taloirs play with his grandson. I still can't believe it but I dined with an amazing girl from Brazil who was studying law. She inspired me so much and truly made me feel alive again. Her freind was a sweet and funny ballerina, I cherished their acquaintance whilst I was there.

Eventually I moved on from Paris, it is truly the best city in the world that I have ever known, sorry new york.

Now I sit, many chapters later. A warm faux fire by my feet, a green smoke in my smoke holder (fashioned to resemble a wand by my love) resting on a diamond shaped glass ashtray, with lana del rey playing as I read The Odessey. Back in my cold, wet, British city. A storm rages outside, they call her Isha. The problems that made me leave are all still real, my feud with the bigot next door was never resolved, my love is sick, and we haven't found a cure, a million other worries await my attention.

But I smile and feel calm. Now I have my castle of ice and snow in Sweden. I can't believe I'm going to be a homeowner this year, a deed in my name, 6 bedrooms, a beautiful kitchen, and most importantly; safety and privacy. In April I will go back and ses my first Swedish spring, and have the keys to my new home.

I feel now more than I have in years that everything may be possible again. I'm excited.

I feel at the back of my mind that we will have another war soon, and safety may be compromised, but I have so many plans, and the story must go on.

#me #true story

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roberto-luongone · 4 years

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Books are sometimes the best way I have of communicating how I actually feel. And this hits deep.

Sure I may be an adult, but John Green will always be there to help me put my experiences into words. And in this case it comes out of the thoughts of this high school aged girl in Turtles All The Way Down.

#John green #reading #tutles all the way down

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vfdinthewild · 6 years

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“At the end of your bed you see a huge bouquet of flowers resting on a table, ostentatiously huge, complete with a crystal vase. ‘From Davis,’ you mother says.”

-from Turtles All the Way Down by John Green @fishingboatproceeds, page 230

#vfd #lemony snicket #john green #fishingboatproceeds #tutles all the way down #vase from davis #hello nerdfighteria i am one of you #welcome to my blog #and also happy birthday John #vase #from #davis

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chocolateslatte · 7 years

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I is the hardest word to define.

John Green

#john green #aza holmes #TAtWD #quotes #tutles all the way down #discovery #I is the hardest word to define

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sirnica · 6 years

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The sense of paranoia increases the closer you are to the end of a john green novel because you keep thinking "who's he gonna kill this time?"

#john green #turtles all the way down #the fault in out stars #spoilers #please don't spoil the ending #im digging it so far #but it could use some more tutl #neira watches #if my fave character dies i riot

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dammn-dean · 5 years

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Ready or Not

I wrote this as a part of @propertyofpoeandbucky‘s Mystery Writing Challenge, I hope you like it!

My Prompt: Single Parent AU, You’re one of the daycare helpers and I absolutely adore how well you work with my child.

(I also got an anon request for something similar.. Anonymous said: Bucky x reader. Bucky is the single father of a 4 year old. Reader is the kid's preschool teacher? Bucky is smitten from day 1)

As usual it’s unbeta’d, so all mistakes are on me. My tags are open, let me know if you want to be tagged in upcoming fics. I love feedback, so be sure to let me know what you think!

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 2.6k+

Warnings: fluff, Daddy!Bucky, Single Parent AU

“Good morning ladies, sorry we’re late.”

You and your co-worker Wanda stopped talking with the children already in the classroom, looking into the doorway to see Paige and her dad, James Barnes, standing in the doorway. He held a sheepish look on his face, like he was embarrassed about the tardiness, even though it happened more than often than not lately.

“That’s alright Mr. Barnes. Good morning Miss Paige.” You smiled at the little girl as you made your way over to the pair and dropped to your knees to be on her level.

“Mornin’ Miss Y/N!” She just about shouted your name as she gave you a big hug, like she did every morning. You returned the hug, smiling up at her dad. You took in his appearance, long hair pulled back into what probably used to be a tidy bun at the nape of his neck, but now a few strands fell down around his face. Wearing his usual suit only his tie was a bit crooked, clearly he didn’t have the best morning.

He held a soft smile looking down at the two of you, he loved how you were with Paige. You’d been her preschool teacher the past year, he honestly didn’t know what he’d do with out you most of the time. It was the most stressful year of his life, becoming a single father, running a law firm, it was a lot for him and you were always there going above and beyond for the both of them. He shook himself out of his thoughts, remembering he was already running late, he had a meeting in 15 minutes.

“I’m sorry Miss Y/L/N, I gotta go,’ he muttered. Dropping to his knees as you stood to hug his daughter goodbye. “Bye peanut, I love you. See you soon.” He pressed a kiss to her temple.

“Bye daddy, love you too!” She responded running off to join the other kids with a laugh.

You laughed as your eyes followed the little girl, turning back to meet her father’s steel blue eyes. He stood there a moment, smile on his lips and you matched the look.

”Shouldn’t you be going?” You teased him.

“Of course! I’m sorry, I am running late. As usual,” he laughed. “I’ll be back around 5, see you then?”

He wanted to wait for your response but he couldn’t and of course he’d see you then like he did every day. He shuffled out of the doorway, down the hall and started a brisk walk to his car.

“Mr. Barnes!” You called out to the long haired man.

He quickly stopped and turned to you, eyebrows drew together in question. “Is Paige okay?” He advanced to you, eyes looking behind you for his daughter.

“Oh! Of course, she’s inside with Miss Maximoff. This is actually about something else.” You sent him a warm smile, hoping to convey that everything was indeed okay.

“What is it?” He ran his hair through his hair before remembering it was in a bun, messing his hair up even further than the stressful morning had. With a sight he tugged the hair tie from his hair and started to redo the bun.

“Uh- you know what? We can talk about it later when you pick up Paige.” You chickened out to say the least. You’d been telling yourself you would invite him and Paige to dinner this Friday all week. Well it was now Friday and you still hadn’t gathered up the courage to ask him. “I know you’re running late Mr. Barnes, sorry about that.”

“It’s Bucky,” he corrected you for what seemed like the hundredth time. “You can call me Bucky.”

You sent him a big smile, “Okay Bucky, I’ll see you this afternoon.”

Bucky sent you a grin back and then he was off, a light jog until he made it to his car. You shook your head with a laugh as you made your way back into the building. Wanda had all of the kids at their desks coloring, you walked around the room making sure everyone was doing alright before sitting behind your desk with a soft sigh.

“Did you do it?” Wanda asked as she leaned against the desk, smile on her lips.

“Of course,” you started and she sent you a look. “I didn’t. He’s too handsome Wanda! I don’t think I will ever be able to. Besides, what if he said no? I would be mortified, I want what’s best for Paige and I don’t want him to feel uncomfortable dropping her off here with me every day.”

“He wouldn’t say no, he’s over the moon for you! You should just see the way he looks at you, especially when you’re with Paige.” Wanda tried to reassure you, but you just shook your head as it fell with a small thud to the desk.

“What’s matter Miss Y/N?” It was Paige, she was after all the sweetest and most understand kid you’d ever met.

You lifted your head quickly and gave her a reassuring smile. “It’s nothing Paige, what did you color?” You changed the subject and grabbed her drawing from her.

“I drew somethin’,” she said shyly, holding the picture for you to see.

You took the paper from her tiny little hands to look over the drawing, and considering she had recently turned 5 you were impressed. There was a big house and beside it a litle stick figure with crazy hair, Paige, next to her was a tall stick figure, tie around the neck and long straight hair, clearly Bucky.

“Wow Miss Paige, this is great! It’s you and your daddy, and is this your house?” You asked, your smile matching the little girls.

“Yep!” She responded loudly, obviously very proud.

“You did such a good job! Why don’t you go draw something else? Maybe something special for me.” You handed her back the paper and patted her head as she ran off with a giggle.

“You really adore her, huh?” Wanda pushed off the desk to make her way around the room. “I think it’s time you suck it up, you deserve to be happy Y/N. Just ask him if he’d like a home cooked meal, I’m sure Paige would love it as much as him.”

“Stop always using your reason to make sense of everything!” You joked and stood from behind the desk, ready to get through this work day.

The day breezed by and parents were showing up, kids slowly drifting out into the hallway and you bid them farewell, although it was an easy day you were grateful that the weekend was here.

“Bye Miss Y/N!” A little boy named Johnny called out, and you waved a goodbye to him and his mother.

Leaving only one kid, Paige. She was standing by your side, backpack on and waiting patiently.

“I’m all done in here Y/N, mind if we go ahead and lock up so I can head out?” Wanda asked, from the doorway.

“Of course, let me grab my stuff. We can wait for your daddy outside, sound good Miss Paige?” You smiled at the little brown haired girl.

“’Kay!” She tugged her backpack straps, reading herself to go.

You let out a small laugh at her, making your way behind your desk you grabbed your bag and shoved a few things into it. You felt for the lanyard around your neck of keys, phone in pocket, checking to make sure you hadn’t forgotten anything then made your way into the hallway, pausing as Wanda locked up the room and you three headed out towards the parking lot. Paige and you took a seat at the steps, waving to Wanda as she gets into her car.

“You have any plans for the weekend Paige?” You asked, adjusting yourself to maybe be a little more comfortable on the hard concrete.

“Dunno. Daddy probably has work.” She shrugged with a small frown.

“Well you never know, could end up doing something fun.” You tried to cheer her up, but in reality you were talking to calm your own nerves.

You told yourself all day, that you would come out and say it whenever James, er Bucky, shows up. If he turns you down then so be it, at least you would shoot your shot.

“I wanna go to the ‘quarium,” she smiled as she spoke, clearly something she’d been thinking about.

“The aquarium? I love the aquarium!”

“You do?” Surprise and excitement took over her features and you couldn’t help but giggle at her giddiness.

“Of course! All of the different fish, sharks, jellyfish,” she was nodding at every word. “But do you know what’s my favorite?”

“What?” Paige practically squealed.

“The turtles,” you whispered.

“Me too!” Her hands clapped together. “I love tutles!”

“You sure do peanut!” Bucky suddenly appeared in front of both of you.

You’d been so wrapped up in talking to Paige you hadn’t noticed Bucky’s car pull up.

“Sorry I’m late Miss Y/L/N,” he said with a apologetic smile.

“Miss Y/N loves the ‘qarium too daddy! You have to take us, pwease.. I want to see the tutles soo bad,” she begged tugging on his hand.

“I’m sure Miss Y/L/N has other plans this weekend peanut,” he assumed.

“I don’t actually,” you interjected, biting your lip nervously.

Bucky was taken back by that, he wasn’t sure what to say. He had thought about asking you out for dinner or something many times, but going to the aquarium with him and his daughter, that didn’t seem like a date. Surely people don’t go on dates with their children there? All that he knew is that you looked like you were wanting him to invite you with them, but would it be a date? Bucky had no clue how to date, especially as a parent.

You could sense his panic about being put on the spot kind of and before you started to panic as well you decided to spit it out.

“I was actually wondering if maybe,” you cleared your throat some. “Do you two have any plans tonight? I was thinking of making my mothers recipe for spaghetti with bolognese sauce, always makes too much food and well,” you nervously bit your lip again. “I was wondering if you’d like to come over and have dinner.” You ran your fingers through your hair nervously, tucking the strands behind your ear.

“I love sketti daddy, we haave to go!” Paige’s enthusiasm soothed you some, but your hopeful eyes never fell from Bucky’s.

“Miss Y/L/N,” he started.

You interjected, “Please, call me Y/N, school’s out after all.”

“Y/N,” Bucky softened. “I have more work to do tonight,” he watched the smile falter from your face and he felt a a pang of regret in his chest, making him change his next words moments before they came. “What if you come over to our place instead?”

“Yes! I have to show you my room!” Paige let out a sudden gasp like she had a terrific idea. “We can play hide and seek!” Her hands where tugging your skirt excitedly.

You eagerly nodded at her, smile both on yours and Bucky’s face. She was just about thrumming from the prospect of it all and her joy was spilling out and effecting the both of you as well. She finally calmed after a moment, a quick yawn taking over her face. Bucky patted her head gently and pulled her to lean against his leg.

“You’d have to bring whatever ingredients you need for the meal,” he noted. “But I have pots and pans, a pretty great kitchen to be honest, it’s just never used. You could cook as I finish up work, I haven’t had a home cooked meal in quite some time. And who knows maybe we could talk about making plan to go to the aquarium as well.”

It was Bucky’s turn to seem nervous, he hadn’t let another woman into his home since Paige’s mother. He shook the thought from his head, no sense in doing this to himself right now. If there was anyone worth trying this with, it would be you.

“Oh- uh, okay. I’d love that,” you smiled at him. “I’ll have to run to the store but I can come by after to everything ready?” You couldn’t believe this was actually happening.

“I’ll text you my address.” He pulled his phone from his pocket, unlocking it and holding it out for you to type your number in.

You took it with a shaky hand, slowly typing your number in and saving it under your name before handing the phone back to him. You two stood there a moment, with matching silly smiles, until an impatient Paige tugged his hand, pulling him back to reality.

“We better head home, but I’ll text you the address when I get in the car. Text me when you’re heading our way?” Bucky slowly picked Paige up her tired head falling onto his shoulder, still he paused for your answer.

“Yeah okay, see you soon,” you answered quietly.

With that Bucky turned towards the car, sleepy little girl in tow. You couldn’t help but smile as he softly put her into her car seat, making sure she was buckled up well. He had told the truth, the moment he was in the car your phone buzzed with a text. You tugged your phone from your pocket and saw a text from a foreign number, Bucky’s, with the address followed by a simple question. ‘Do you prefer red or white wine? Can’t have Italian food without a little wine right?’ You felt your cheeks heat up, you saved his number to your phone as you turned to make your way towards your car.

You typed a simple, ‘White’ followed by ‘You are right about that.’ You couldn’t stop the smile from spreading over your face as you clutched your phone to your chest. You took a moment or two to soak in the feeling that this was actually happening. You made your way towards your home so you could change and grab a couple things before you went to the grocery store. You had a dinner to make after all, no time to waste.

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October - “The Shepherd’s Calendar” by John Clare

Nature now spreads around in dreary hue

A pall to cover all that summer knew

Yet in the poets solitary way

Some pleasing objects for his praise delay

Somthing that makes him pause and turn again

As every trifle will his eye detain

The free horse rustling through the stubble land

And bawling herd boy with his motly band

Of hogs and sheep and cows who feed their fill

Oer cleard fields rambling where so ere they will

The geese flock gabbling in the splashy fields

And quaking ducks in pondweeds half conseald

Or seeking worms along the homclose sward

Right glad of freedom from the prison yard

While every cart rut dribbles its low tide

And every hollow splashing sports provide

The hedger stopping gaps wi pointed bough

Made by intruding horse and blundering cow

The milk maid tripping on her morning way

And fodderers oft tho early cutting hay

Dropping the littering forkfulls from his back

Side where the thorn fence circles round the stack

The cotter journying wi his noisev swine

Along the wood side where the brambles twine

Shaking from dinted cups the acorns brown

And from the hedges red awes dashing down

And nutters rustling in the yellow woods

Scaring from their snug lairs the pheasant broods

And squirrels secret toils oer winter dreams

Picking the brown nuts from the yellow beams

And hunters from the thickets avenue

In scarlet jackets startling on the view

Skiming a moment oer the russet plain

Then hiding in the colord woods again

The ploping guns sharp momentary shock

Which eccho bustles from her cave to mock

The sticking groups in many a ragged set

Brushing the woods their harmless loads to get

And gipseys camps in some snug shelterd nook

Where old lane hedges like the pasture brook

Run crooking as they will by wood and dell

In such lone spots these wild wood roamers dwell

On commons where no farmers claims appear

Nor tyrant justice rides to interfere

Such the abodes neath hedge or spreading oak

And but discovered by its curling smoak

Puffing and peeping up as wills the breeze

Between the branches of the colord trees

Such are the pictures that october yields

To please the poet as he walks the fields

Oft dames in faded cloak of red or grey

Loiters along the mornings dripping way

Wi wicker basket on their witherd arms

Searching the hedges of home close or farms

Where brashy elder trees to autum fade

Each cotters mossy hut and garden shade

Whose glossy berrys picturesquly weaves

Their swathy bunches mid the yellow leaves

Where the pert sparrow stains his little bill

And tutling robin picks his meals at will

Black ripening to the wan suns misty ray

Here the industrious huswives wend their way

Pulling the brittle branches carefull down

And hawking loads of berrys to the town

Wi unpretending skill yet half divine

To press and make their eldern berry wine

That bottld up becomes a rousing charm

To kindle winters icy bosom warm

That wi its merry partner nut brown beer

Makes up the peasants christmass keeping cheer

While nature like fair woman in decay

Which pale consumption hourly wastes away

Upon her waining features pale and chill

Wears dreams of beauty that seem lovely still

Among the heath furze still delights to dwell

Quaking as if with cold the harvest bell

The mushroom buttons each moist morning brings

Like spots of snow in the green tawney rings

And fuzz balls swelld like bladders in the grass

Which oft the merry laughing milking lass

Will stoop to gather in her sportive airs

And slive in mimickd fondness unawares

To smut the brown cheek of the teazing swain

Wi the black powder which their balls contain

Who feigns offence at first that love may speed

Then charms a kiss to recompence the deed

The flying clouds urged on in swiftest pace

Like living things as if they runned a race

The winds that oer each coming tempest broods

Waking like spirits in their startling moods

Fluttering the sear leaves on the blasting lea

That litters under every fading tree

And pausing oft as falls the pattering rain

Then gathering strength and twirling them again

The startld stockdove hurried wizzing bye

As the still hawk hangs oer him in the sky

Crows from the oak trees qawking as they spring

Dashing the acorns down wi beating wing

Waking the woodlands sleep in noises low

Pattring on crimpt brakes withering brown below

While from their hollow nest the squirrels (pop)

Adown the tree to pick them as they drop

The starnel crowds that dim the muddy light

The crows and jackdaws flapping home at night

And puddock circling round its lazy flight

Round the wild sweeing wood in motion slow

Before it perches on the oaks below

And hugh black beetles revelling alone

In the dull evening with their heavy drone

Buzzing from barn door straw and hovel sides

Where fodderd cattle from the night abides

These pictures linger thro the shortning day

And cheer the lone bards mellancholy way

And now and then a solitary boy

Journeying and muttering oer his dreams of joy

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fanficstookover · 7 years

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Just Benefits, Not Friends - Stiles (part 1)

.Request: OMG I love your work! It's all so amazing! I have a request actually. Can you write a Stiles "Friends with beneftis" type of thing? I've seen you write smutty stuff previously... Anyway, if you can do it, thank you <3

God damn it. I only wanted to make a quick friends with benefits type of thing. But NOO... I had to go full crazy mode and write way too much. Well, guess what. This is going to have more parts.

I think that the tutle sums it up pretty nicely.

Word count: 2525

Warnings: mention of nudity, smut, underage drinking, cheating, swearing.

part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - part 5 - part 6

“Soo,” you said, looking down at your hands. It was much more awkward than you expected it to be.

“Are we doing this?” Stiles, asked. It was quite obvious that he was stressed.

“Only if you want to.” you said, now becoming unsure yourself. For the first time that evening, Stiles looked into your eyes. “I do. I really need this” This was the whole encouragement the both of you needed. As soon as he said those words, you jumped up from your place on the couch and straddled him, with a passionate kiss.

“God, I hate you so much,” you moaned out once his lips moved to your neck.

It all started on Saturday. You were getting ready for a party at Lydia’s place.

“Oh my god, this will look so good on you,” Lydia squealed as she showed you a short dress. She threw it at you, which was a sign that said: PUT. IT. ON. You laughed and quickly went to the bathroom to change.

When you came back, Lydia gasped: “Wow, it’s even better than I thought. I am a genius.”

“Everyone knows that, Lyds,” you smiled and looked into the mirror. This dress definitely showed a lot. Your ass was barely covered and your boobs were practically spilling out of it.

“You sure about that,” you asked your friends as you looked at yourself, “isn’t it a bit too much. Or actually, too little?”

“I think you look hot. Every guy will drool over you.”

“I’m not sure my boyfriend would like that.”

“Who cares. You can still have some fun right.” Suddenly your phone buzzed. Lydia picked it up and checked it. “Speaking of the devil.” she handed you the phone and you saw that he had send you a picture. You opened it and almost immediately dropped the phone with a scream, It bounced on the bed right next to Lydia’s leg.

“What happened did he - OH MY GOD! What the hell?” she started to laugh and put the phone back down on the bed.

“Stop it!’ you threw a pillow at her, but couldn’t help it but smile a bit too. Lydia threw the pillow back. She picked up the phone to look at the picture again. “Has he send you more of these,” she asked.

“No, and stop looking. That’s my boyfriend that you’re staring at!”

“But why did he send you that?”

“I don’t know. Maybe he thinks -”

“Wait, he’s typing,” Lydia said. The two of you look on the screen as the three dots moved up and down as your boyfriend was (hopefully) explaining why he had just send that.

Can’t stop thinking about last night ;) U ready for tonight?

“(Y/N)! Did you guys do it last night? You told me you were studying with Malia.” she slapped you on the arm, but you were only half listening.

“Lydia. I was studying with Malia last night… and I’m not seeing him tonight.” tears were forming in the corners of your eyes. It all made sense now. “He, he told me that he couldn’t go to the party tonight because he w-was…” you started crying. Lydia got up and walked over to the other side of the bed where you were sitting.

“Shh. it’s okay. Call him.”

“What! I can’t call him now.”

“Yes you can and you will. You have to let him know what a dirty piece of shit he is.” she handed you your phone and gave you that kind of look that only she could give anyone.

“Fine,” you groaned and got your phone. It took you only a few clicks and the phone was ringing. The picture of you and your boyfriend kissing was shining brightly on the screen. Before you always thought it was so cute, but now it made you sick. After a few rings he finally picked up.

“Hey babe.”

“Hi sweetie. Whatcha doin?” you asked in the sweetest voice you could possibly use.

“Er - nothing. Just watching some tv. You?”

“ I was planning on going to that party I told you about, you remember that. But actually, I’m not sure if I want to go anymore as you won’t be there. Do you maybe want to hang out tonight?” Lydia gave a confused look, but you just shushed her and listened to the answer of your lying scumbag of a boyfriend.

“I would love to babe, but I made plans with the guys tonight.”

“That’s weird. You told me that you didn’t have plans tonight.”

“It was a bit of a last minute thing.”

“Well, have fun tonight with the bitch you’ll be fucking,’ you said with a wide smile, “just remember for next time you send a dick pic: make sure you send it to the right person...and oh yeah, it’s over,” and with that you hang up. As soon as the picture of the two of you disappeared you went to your contacts and blocked his number.

“Well done, girl.”

“Thanks. Now I can at least wear what the hell I want without feeling bad.”

“And we are so gonna get drunk.”

“Definitely” you agreed.

4 hours later, you and Lydia were ready to go. Your makeup and hair was on point and you had found an amazing pair of heels to match the dress that Lydia gave to you.

“I think Scott and Stiles will be here in a minute,” she said as she checked her phone.

“Wait, Scott and Stiles?”

“Yes, they are picking us up in the jeep. I thought I told you that.”

“Well, you didn’t.”

“Oh c’mon, (Y/N), Are you seriously still mad at him about that. It was years ago.”

“Maybe, but he is still acting like an arrogant dick. I just got rid of one asshole in my life and right now, I don’t need another one.”

“Don’t be so melodramatic.” she rolled her eyes.

“I am NOT being -” but you couldn’t finish your sentence as you were interrupted by the loud noise of a car horn. “How classy.” you said.”

“They aren’t our dates, they’re just giving us a ride. Let’s get going.” She opened the door and literally pushed you outside. Just like you expected, the blue jeep was parked at the end of the driveway. Scott and Stiles were talking inside. They looked as if they were arguing about something. When they noticed that you were standing outside, Scott stopped talking to Stiles and waved at you. Stiles just rolled his eyes.

“Hey guys,” Lydia said as she opened the door to the backseat of the jeep. She got in and you followed quickly. Stiles said a high, but that was it. You sat down and didn’t say a word either.

“Hey (Y/N),” Scott said. You gave him a small handwave.

“What? Grumpy that your boyfriend isn’t here to suck your face off.” Stiles grinned.

“Shut up Stilinski!” you told him and started to look out the window. But before, from the corner of your eye, you could see Lydia slap the back of Stiles’ head. It did make you feel a bit better.

You have hated Stiles ever since you met. It was the first day of High School and you didn’t know anybody as you had just moved to Beacon Hills with your mom.

You were standing at your locker in a break, when somebody bumped into you and spilled their drink on your back.

“What the hell!” you screamed. You turned around and saw him. Stiles was laughing his little ass off, while your back was soaking wet. “Sorry,” he managed to say between laughs.

“No, you’re not.”

“Hey, it was just an accident. Don’t have to be such a bitch about it.”

“And you don’t have to be suck jerk.”

And you never stopped arguing since.

“We’re here.” Stiles stopped the jeep and you immediately got out. Without waiting for Lydia (because you knew she would catch up even before you got to the front door) you made your way towards the big house filled with drunk teenagers. In need of some alcohol, you walked fast.

“(Y/N), wait!” Lydia caught up with you not even two seconds later.

“I need a drink. Like, right now.” you said. Pushing open the door, you realised that this was no average party. Literally the whole school was there. It was only a good sign, because that meant that there was a lot to drink.

As soon as you stepped in, you were offered a drink by the host. You didn’t recognize, but couldn’t help but notice that he was really cute. You picked up the shot glass from the tray he was holding and easily drank it.

“And there is much more where that came from.”

“Could you show me then,” you asked with a smirk. He returned the favour and told you to follow him. Unfortunately, Lydia stopped you.

“Don’t go and spoil the fun, Martin.” the guy said.

“Go and be a fuckboy somewhere else, Andrews.” she said. The boy gave a quick wink and walked off.

“Let’s get something to drink.” without waiting for an answer, you pulled her with you to the kitchen. It was surprisingly not that full. There was a table in the middle of it, with every inch covered with some kind of bottle. You walked over to it and started to examine what was in front of you.

“Holy shit, they’ve got Polish Spirytus.”

“Isn’t that like, 90% pure alcohol?”

“95 actually.” you said as you unscrewed the bottle and took a plastic shot glass from a stack. You filled it to the rim and drowned it in one. It burned your whole mouth, but it was worth it.

“I wonder how they got it. I think it’s illegal in most of the states,” you said as you put the bottle down.

“Can you promise me not to drink that anymore.”

“Yeah. one is more than enough for me, Lyds. Don’t worry.” Lydia poured herself a drink and left.

The party had been going on for already a few hours and you maybe had left the kitchen once… to go to the toilet. You had not drank an insane amount of alcohol, but it was definitely not healthy. At one point it was only you in it. Then Stiles came in. a drink in his hand and he was followed by some girl.

“So you’re on the Lacrosse team, huh,” she looked rather impressed. You turned around from them and did your best not to burst out in laughter. Your drunk mind could not handle this right now.

“I guess, you could say that. I haven’t played a lot yet, but - wait!” before he could even finish his pathetic story, the girl rolled her eyes and left him. It was rather clear that he had given up as he didn’t even try to go after her. He just walked to the table with bottles, opened one without looking what it actually was and took a shot of it.

“Bad luck with the ladies?” you said.

“Even worse now that I see you’re here.” he rolled his eyes at you.

“No need to be so rude. Just trying to be sympathetic.”

“That’s a first,” he laughed, “how would you know how I feel. I don’t think I have ever seen you without some stupid jock walking behind you like on a leash.”

“There is no jock here right now, is there?”

“I guess.”

“Let’s be honest, Stiles. This night sucked for the both of us, let’s not make it a competition to see who's sucked more.”

“I would probably win,” he mumbled, “I probably tried to talk to every girl here, and they all blew me off. It’s starting to become really depressing.”

“No need to be so hard on yourself.” you said.

“Easy for you. Everyone loves you.”

“That’s not true. You hate me and Steven apparently doesn’t like me either.”

“You broke up?”

“If you can call “him sending me a dick pic that was supposed to go to another bitch and then me dumping his cheap ass” breaking up, then yes, we broke up.” you said and took another sip from your glass.

“Oh, sorry.”

“Not your fault, is it?”

“No, I meant about the thing I said to you in the jeep.”

“Oh that.” you chugged the rest of your drink down when an idea popped up into your drunk brain.

“Hey, Stiles” you caught his attention, “how desperate are you?”

“Please don’t call me desperate. But, yeah. I would like some action.” that was everything you needed to hear. As you stepped closer to the boy you thought how you never would have done this if you were sober. But neither of you were, so who cares? Right?

Before he could ask you what the hell you were doing, you kissed him. It was a kiss like you’ve never had before. It surprised you that Stiles had not pulled away. Maybe he was really desperate. Maybe he was so drunk that he didn’t know how to move anymore. Maybe it was both, but he was kissing you back so you didn’t care. Somehow your hands found its way to gripping his soft hair as one of his arms (the other hand was still holding his drink) was draped around your waist.

The kiss had turned into a full-on makeout session and you were praying to every god you knew that nobody would walk in on you. You were in no rush into making this stop. Unfortunately Stiles was. He pulled away from you and even took a step back.

“What just happened?” he looked really confused.

“We sort of kissed.”

“Yeah, but why? We hate each other, remember?”

“I do. But I also remember how you said that no girl wanted to talk to you.”

“I didn’t say that nobody wanted to talk to me!”

“Whatever. I just thought,” you looked at Stiles a bit unsure, “seen that you probably finally want to have a sex life and I don’t have a boyfriend anymore, we could…”

“Become friends with benefits?”

“For that, we would have to be friends first.” you laughed.

“How would this work exactly?” he raised an eyebrow. You smirked and stepped a bit closer to him. Closing the gap that he had created before.

“It’s quite simple. If one of us, ever has some urges or needs, we can just help each other out.” you said as you traced some circles on his arm. The alcohol was really changing you into a different person. A person who Stiles clearly liked, because seconds later he said: “Fine, I’m in.”

“Good.” you whispered into his ear. You could feel him hitch a breath and that was your sign to back up. “Well, I’ll see you around. And one more thing,” you said before you stepped out of the kitchen, “I do not have sex with someone I haven’t made out with.”

“But you have made out with me, like just a moment ago.”

“At least a few times. I’m not a slut. Remember that, Stilinski.”

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