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had this idea just now while on the train and needed to share. royal!au where void and stiles are twins (so no possession etc. kinda like in sits) and princes then a servant girl accidentally hurts void twin when helping him clean up a cut or sum and she gets scared but instead of yelling like she thought he laughs and they start spending time together and fall in love but they have to keep it a secret bc hes a prince and she's a servant
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ever fallen in love | prince!noah
bullet count; over 500. enjoy.
summary; prince noah falls for a kitchen maid.
notes; the original prince noah post! yay!
warnings; vague mentions of illness, that's about it.
listen it’s literally 500 bullet points long just accept it y’all
stiles typically being known as the 'friendly' prince
because he's so chatty, he loves talking and doing public events and speeches
but because stiles is always the one talking and accepting gifts etc, noah quickly got a reputation
and he didn't really do anything to deserve that
a few scowls and bad days, and one snap at a gardener who removed his flowers from his mother's grave after her death, and suddenly he's 'the dark prince'
and you? you're just one of the kitchen maids
not a very well known one, either
you just pour drinks and clean up the messes, and help lay out the tables
you don't even get to cook for the royal family
so that's how the first real meeting goes
you're pouring drinks for the princes, and you're a little distracted
because did prince noah get a new ring? it's pretty. really pretty. it's so beautifully done, it probably cost more than your entire wages for the year, an- oh fuck
you pour the wine a little too much, and it drips over the sides
of course, noah isn't exactly used to having wine poured on him, that was kind of a shock
and he drops the glass
it shatters everywhere
your apron and the bottom of your dress are covered in red wine
your only presentable dress
the one you have to wear when you actually leave the kitchen to serve
not likely that you'll be doing that again anytime soon, now, though
"oh, no, I am so sorry, m'lord"
"it's okay, it's just wine."
and he leans down to help pick up the pieces
"you don't have to do that, m'lord, really, it's my fault and-"
trying to take the shards of glass from his hands, only to catch on against his finger, and cut him a little
"oh, god, I am so sorry, I didn't mean to, really, it was an accident an-"
"it's just a cut, I've had far worse."
and the look on his face says it all.
like he knows what you were expecting of him, and he knows what everyone was thinking
you're braced to be shouted at, to be fired on the spot, possibly even arrested for harming a royal
but now he's just staring at you with worried eyes because you know you're about to cry
but you can't even find words
"I'm truly sorry, m'lord."
and then you leave, and you send one of the other maids out to finish cleaning, and you take your shouting at silently
because you know you fucked up
and that night, long after everyone else is in bed, you're still up
scrubbing in cold water at the hem of your dress trying to get it clean
it's the only one you have, and you can't afford another good dress
if you can't fix it, then that means no more crowning ceremonies, no more serving the family, no more anything, because you'll just have aprons and rags
"you know, I never got your name."
"fuck! you scared me- oh, I mean, sorry, m'lord, is there anything I can help you with?"
now you're definitely gonna be arrested
because you swore at one of the damn princes
"you don't have to call me 'lord', that makes me feel old. you can just call me noah."
"sorry, prince noah."
"no, just noah. no titles."
"I don't think that's very appropriate, m'lord."
watching him frown again as he lights a few more candles, as opposed to the two you'd been using.
"what are you doing?"
"laundry, m'lord."
"at heaven knows what time, in cold water?"
"trying to get the wine stains out, m'lord. I can't get hot water, because that would require lighting a fire, and I don't have permission for that."
"your hands must be freezing, though?"
and then he takes your hands, and he's drying them off on a towel
you really don't know what to say or do
"why didn't you just wait until laundry day?"
"s'my only good dress, if the stain sets, I'll not have another."
"well, I think you should go to bed, or you're going to be exhausted."
"but m'lord-"
"princes orders."
and you really can't do anything now, but your dress is going to be ruined
when you get up to finish it the next day, the wine is mostly gone
but there's a faint rim around the bottom where it was, and some faded stains
"if you've not got a dress, you're not serving the family."
"I know, matron."
spending your day in the kitchens instead, scooping and shovelling coals into the fire
and you get a chance to leave when you're told to go and prepare the sitting room for after dinner
you're in the middle of lighting fires and laying out brandy glasses when someone comes in
"I'm almost done, I just need the dessert cutlery an-"
"I don't have that."
almost dropping another glass in your shock.
"m'lord-"
"noah."
"prince noah, how can I help you?"
and you know you look a mess, he's just standing there stoically, staring at you for a second as you try to wipe your cheeks.
and then he smiles, and he's taking a step closer
"you just smeared coal on your cheek."
feeling so embarrassed about it, but he isn't laughing, just smiling
and he wipes it away gently with his thumb
"I have something for you. when do you finish your tasks for the day?"
"when you go to bed, m'lord."
and he would just click his tongue and hum a little at that
"well, then, who do I have to talk to in order to steal you away for a few moments?"
honestly not knowing what to do with yourself
“I-uh-the matron, m’lord.”
who makes her entrance with-
“have you finished, yet? the family is on their way, you can’t be out here, an- prince noah, I apologise for her, she shouldn’t be here.”
feeling embarrassed that someone is actually apologising for your presence
“no apologies necessary, I was bothering her. we still need dessert cutlery, but I need to borrow, uh-”
and now he’s embarrassed, and his cheeks kind of get a little pink as he looks at you
“the kitchen maid, m’lord?”
“her name, matron?”
“her name? (Y/N).”
“I need to borrow (Y/N), for just a few moments.”
and you see parts of the palace you’ve never seen before
because you’re just a kitchen maid, you know the dining room, the kitchens and the living rooms, and the staff entrances and pathways
you’re honestly worrying about whether you’ve got coal on your shoes and you’re ruining the expensive rugs
“I felt bad for ruining your good dress.”
“it was my fault, m’lord, I was distracted.”
“but I dropped the glass, and so I wanted to fix it.”
taking you to what seems like another living room
less brandy, more books, and a smaller fireplace
it’s more cosy than the after dinner living area
he gives you a box, and you already know what it is
opening the box to the most beautiful, deep blue dress you’ve ever seen
it’s got silk, its got lace, long hems and a corset bodice and sleeves that hook over your middle finger to create the elegant point on the back of your hand
“oh, wow... this makes my last good dress look like rags now.”
“do you like it?”
“it’s got the royal colours woven in. it’s your royal colour.”
when you look closer you can see them, all the shades of blue within it.
it’s got laces that are the same shade of baby blue as stiles’ carriage, and stitches the navy shade of the king, and the rest of it is the vibrant shade of deep blue that is noah’s colour.”
“well- yes. I thought it might look nice on you.”
“I love it, but I can’t accept it.”
“why not?”
“this dress probably cost more than I’d earn in years, I can’t afford that.”
“you don’t pay for gifts, (Y/N).”
hesitating, but he’s staring at you with wide pretty eyes and he pushes the box a little closer and you can’t really say no
“thank you, prince noah.”
“Well, I guess that’s better than ‘lord’. it’s progress.”
and then he’s giving you this little smile, and he says you can take it to put in your chambers
and he’ll go back to dinner
after that, there is almost something like friendship
you’d never dare to actually suggest you were friends with one of the princes, but it was nice
he’d smile at you when he saw you in the corridors, and sometimes he would even find time to exchange a few short words, between his royal duties and when you were alone
despite the looks you would always get from anybody passing by, wondering why a kitchen maid was talking to a prince
“you know, when I bought you a dress, it was with hopes that you’d wear it, so I could see you outside of the kitchens, again.”
almost dropping another glass as you were setting up the after-dinner room for desserts and brandy
“you have to stop scaring me like that. you’re unsettling good at sneaking around.”
you’re really not sure where the idea to chastise a prince - even jokingly - came from, but-
“it has it’s benefits.”
oh. oh, it’s okay. alright, then.
“well, the dress you bought is far too nice for simply serving dinner in, I’m saving it for a special occasion.”
“so, what you’re saying, is that if I want to see you again, I’m just going to have to buy you another, moderately less lavish gown?”
“I guess so, prince noah.”
“done. tell me which one?”
“I was joking, m’lo-”
“I was not.”
and now you’re just kind of staring at one another.
“if I were to skip brandy a desserts and go for a walk in the gardens, would you come with me?”
“I can’t, I have to wash the pots from dinner, and relay the table for breakfast.”
“I see.”
and he looks so disappointed, and you really don’t know why
“besides, m’lord, I’m not allowed in the royal gardens.”
“unless you’re with a royal.”
“I didn’t know you knew that.”
“I know all the legislature for my kingdom, it’s actually my job to know it, as one of the princes, and all.”
finishing laying out the glasses, and you can’t help but smile at his joke
“I am so sorry, my prince, is (Y/N) bothering you, again?”
trying not to physically scowl at the matron when she comes in
you swear, she hates you
“she has never bothered me. I think I find myself bothering her, actually.”
“no, of course not, m-”
“(Y/N) seems quite unwell. it must be the heat from the kitchens, she doesn’t look to well. I rather think she needs a breath of fresh air, don’t you agree?”
“oh, yes, of course, my prince, I’ll-”
“I think I could take some company in the gardens. You wouldn’t mind, would you, (Y/N)?”
and then you’re being offered an arm
no man has ever offered his arm to you to walk and now the prince is
and you feel embarrassed when you wipe your hands on the apron of your dress, and take his arm
but it does make you feel good when you watch the shock on your matrons face as you walk past her
walking the whole of the gardens with the prince
and it’s beautiful
there’s so many pretty flowers, and trees full of birds and blossom, and you take quite a pause to sit on a bench on one of the bridges that crosses the water
and it’s actually sunset by the time you’re making it back to palace
and you walk through the front entrance
with doors opened by guards who stare at you suspiciously
and you’re pretty sure it’s the best day of your life
“brother! you missed brandy. father did a puzzle. it was terribly boring. who’s this?”
and you curtesy, because you’ve never spoken to the other prince either
“no, wait, I know you. you’re the maid, with the spilled wine. my brother dragged my dress shopping for you, it was a very pretty dress.”
“it was, m’lord.”
“stiles, please. anybody who gets my brother to skip brandy and puzzles deserves a first name.”
“yes, prince stiles.”
“oh, so him you’ll call by his name?”
“I like you. as does my brother. it was lovely to meet you, you must excuse me, I need to make sure my father makes it to his bed.”
and then the other prince is leaving, and you’re alone again
and prince noah walks you right to the door of the staff entrance
“thank you for today, it was the best day of my life.”
“was it really?”
“yes.”
“then next time I’ll have to do better than just a simple walk.”
and he kisses your knuckles before bidding you goodnight
you don’t see much of noah the next day, or the day after, but you do on the third day
“you’re serving dinner today.”
“I am? matron, I don’t have a nice dress.”
“well, one was delivered for you. you must be getting a higher wage than I thought.”
it’s a very pretty dress, a simple white cloth with a few blue embellishments, all in the princes own shade of blue, sewn as pretty flowers into the hem
“i like your new dress.” he’d whisper as you pour him wine, and he’d smirk into his cup when you scoff under your breath
“yes, well, it was quite the surprise... thank you, prince noah.”
and you serve dinner the next day, and the day after that, too
until it starts to become something regular
after a couple of weeks, another dress happens to make itself known, one with red detailing on a pink fabric
and you’re not sure if you have enough drawer space for them both, so you keep one in a box while the other is being used
“do you like to read?”
“I do, my mother taught me before she died.”
you’re not as shocked by his presence this time, you’d expected it, from the way he’d let his eyes follow you throughout dinner,
talking in broken sentences whenever he could, without getting you into trouble
“as did mine. what is your favourite book?”
“I don’t have one. I just read whatever I can, when I see it. sometimes, when the matron takes me to town to buy supplies, I can see the newspaper and read about the world.”
“would you like to read my favourite book with me? it’s warm weather the sun is out, I was thinking about walking through the gardens and reading on the benches.”
“I don’t think matron wo-”
“I already spoke to your matron. you’re all mine, if you’ll have me?”
“I think I’d like that, let me just finish the cutlery.”
watching as prince noah hands you all the correct pieces as you lay the table
and then he offers you his arm again, and you walk again
he reads to you a little bit, and you read to him
you’re not as good at reading as he is, but he has patience, and he never judges you
at then end of the night, he walks you to the staff entrance again
and he lets you take the book, and tells you that when you finish reading it, it’ll give you an excuse to see him again
taking it with you to bed, with a candle, and trying to be quiet, but someone was waiting for you
“you need to be careful. there are stars in your eyes. he’s a prince, and you’re a kitchen maid, remember that, before you spend your life with a broken heart, serving a new queen one day when he becomes king, and your dalliance together becomes nothing to him.”
and it almost hurts
because you never expected anything, but it’s true
whatever kind of bond is forming would one day be shattered
but it’s not tonight
tonight, you have a book, and a new dress, and a warm feeling
reading the book in three days, and giving it back to him
telling him how much you enjoyed it, and all of your favourite parts
watching his face light up when you do, and he speaks more than you’ve ever heard him talk when he talks to you about the book
so much so you loose track of time, and prince stiles is the one who comes to find his brother for dinner
and he smirks the whole time he does, in a way that makes you as embarrassed as prince noah is to have been caught by the younger prince chatting away
being given another book by the end of the week
which you read bits of together, and bits of alone
but he always asks you what you thought of them, and it always makes him happy to hear your thoughts
that goes on throughout the whole of the spring and summer
sharing books and talking about them, while taking walks around the gardens
when the weather starts getting a little colder, you find noah often offering you his jacket
before a coat, unlike one you’ve ever owned, shows up in a box much like your dress boxes
when the leaves start to fall from the trees, debutant season rolls around
and both princes are expected to make an appearance, as they are every year, in honour of all the young ladies and gentleman coming of age
“have you ever been to the capital?”
“have you ever been to the cellar?”
“okay, snarky.”
this conversation taking place on one of your walks, which at some point, seemed to have become expected, because your chores after dinner had faded away, and your mornings had become earlier instead
“I only ask, because it’s debutant season, which means my family goes to the capital for several days.”
“I’m aware, so all the pretty young ladies in their fancy dresses can hope you’ll ask them to dance, and win your heart, and become a queen some day.”
“that’s not what it’s for.” simply raising an eyebrow at him. “well, that’s not all that it is for.”
“for me, it means deep cleaning everything, and scrubbing the palace top to bottom, while preparing for winter.”
“this year, I’m hoping it’ll be something different for you. I would like you to accompany us.”
“that’s not my place, prince noah.”
“we choose whichever staff we’d like, and I would like you.”
“I’m not a guard, or a footman, or even a chamber maid. what purpose could I possibly serve?”
“you’d be my friend. these things can be awfully lonely when you’re not looking to get married, you know.”
going on a train
to the capital
and it’s crazy
admittedly, for the most part, you don’t actually see noah
he rides the first class train, and he rides in a different carriage, and stays in a different hotel to you
he’s trailed around the upper classes and introduced, and you sit with other staff of other families and stay quiet
but he always catches your eye, and smiles, and finds time to get small conversations in when he can
the first time you’re actually with the royal family is when they attend the debutant ball
and you’re all expected to arrive together
of course, he is introduced, one of the very last names, as he’s a royal, not just a debutant
you’re in the crowd, and his eyes quite literally light up
and he smiles when he walks down the steps and he keeps staring even as he’s shaking hands and making polite conversation
when mingling comes, he makes his way to you
“you’re wearing the dress I bought for you. with my colours.”
“this seemed like the most special occasion I’d ever see, and this is the most special dress I have ever owned, it was only appropriate.”
“you look beautiful.”
letting him mingle a little more
actually getting the courage to talk to some people, and see what life was like around the country for others, in places you’ve ever been to
prince noah finding you again
“would you like to dance with me?”
feeling like you can’t breathe
like the corset is suddenly too tight, or your hair might fall from the updo that took you hours, or maybe that the room just got a lot smaller-
“I would love to, my prince, but I can’t-”
“you can. nobody can stop you, I asked you, an-”
“no, I mean, I can’t dance. I don’t know how to. I was never taught. all these girls, they’re so elegant and they were taught to dance and I was taught to light fires and-”
“you’re panicking. stop panicking. we won’t dance, it’s okay. lets go somewhere else instead.”
taking his arm and letting him guide you through the halls
to a really big library
not as big as the palace one, you’re sure, but it’s big.
reading together for a while, and it’s so much more comfortable
letting your hair down, literally
and just relaxing
chatting late into the night until the candles all burn down, and the ball is long since over
and you both have to sneak through the halls to keep quiet and get to your rooms
and he walks you right to your door this time
and kisses your cheek when he lets you go
and things pretty much go back to normal when you get back
but the smiles are softer and his arm folds to bring you a little closer when you go for walks
snow starting to come around and it crunches when you walk in it
but then you don’t see noah for your walks for a couple of days
and he’s quieter during meal times
after almost a week of no interaction, you find out why
your matron telling you that you won’t be doing your regular chores today
you’ve been requested elsewhere
it’s prince stiles that comes to find you, and escorts you through the halls
to the upper levels where you’ve never been
“my brother, he’s not very well, but he keeps talking about you. I think you should be the one to look after him.”
and noah is not well at all
he’s got a fever and a cough and he’s very sniffly
smiling despite it when he sees you
“I’ve missed you.”
“I missed you too, I actually had to do my chores when you weren’t there to whisk me away.”
his laughs turning into a coughing fit
getting a cloth and some cold water mopping sweat fro his forehead
basically doting on him for two days straight
hand-making soup and food for him when he fell asleep
lighting the fire in his room to keep him warm
tidying up and swapping the sheets when he was bathing
reading to him to help him fall asleep
pushing hair back out of his face
on the last evening, when he is clearly doing considerably better, thanks to doctors and medicines and soups, you’re reading to him again
“can you sit next to me?”
“I am sitting next to you.” because you’ve pulled the chair from the corner right up next to his bed
but he’s patting the blankets next to him as he lays under them
“no, sit next to me.”
being nervous, because it’s entirely inappropriate
but you’ll be damned if you don’t want to
so you do
and he rolls over a little while you’re reading to him
he lays down and rests his head on your stomach and you play with his hair
and he falls asleep like that
and it hits you then and there that you’re in way too deep
because you liked the way it feels to be held by him, and you like seeing him when he’s not being proper, when he’s just himself, and reading books and going for walks, and shit, you like him
which is when you start to panic and pull away
because you’d gotten so used to him being there that you’d forgotten there was a time when he wasn’t
but there would inevitably be that one day again, and you weren’t so sure you were ready for that
finding things to do over the next few days so you can’t go on walks
and you haven’t finished the new book
it wasn’t that hard to find things to do
christmas was coming up and so that meant busy times
it meant big meals and parties and decorating the palace
and for a while, you thought the way you felt physically was just fro your distance
a guilt and pain from the way noah would look at you each time you turned down his walks or said you were busy
but it started to become obvious that it was more than that
something was wrong
you were sick
but you were a maid, and it was your job to work through it
but you could no longer serve meals or work in the kitchen
so you tried to do other work
you brought in boxes of decorations from the sheds outside after sorting through them all
and you cleaned the cellar and searched for the christmas wines and brandy over the regular ones
but that chill and damp only made it worse
and the first you realised it had simply gone from bad to a whole fucking lot of bad was when everything went black
you were carrying a a box of wreaths and ornaments from the shed and then nothing
waking up to a warm fire that had burned to ask long ago, and a lot of blankets, and a weight on your hand that was making it feel numb
pulling your hand back and shaking it out as you tried to get your bearings
a candle being lit seconds later and warm light spilling over the bed lightly
and a face you recognised well
“oh, my god, you’re awake. are you okay?”
“what happened?”
realising just how sore your throat was
fingers pushing your hair back out of your face lightly
little laughs that he let out that really weren’t amused but more relieved
“matron found you. said you’d been gone a while getting the wreaths, and she found you in the snow.”
and then he’s sniffling a little bit and he looks vulnerable, and when he puts a hand on your cheek, you don’t even question it
“you were so cold, and you were unconscious, and your lips were blue.”
and he brushes a finger over your lips and sniffles again
“you scared the shit out of me. it’s been three days. three days where I didn’t know if I’d get to see your pretty eyes again, or hear you talk about the fish in the stream, or feel my heart beat the way it does when you smile at me. don’t do that, okay? i was so damn scared..”
“noah..”
“why does it take one of us almost dying for you to call my by my name, huh? if I’d known that, I would have done something stupid a long time ago.”
and then he’s leaning in, and pressing a kiss to your forehead, and every bit of resistance you had towards staying away from him melts
because right now, you think you’d much rather live in the sweet moment than think about the heartbreak to come
“noah?” whispering his name again once he had settled his head back onto the edge of the bed, and you’re playing with his hair again
“yeah?”
“when’s breakfast?”
“not sure. it’s the middle of the night, and your room doesn’t have a clock. are you hungry?”
“little bit.”
“let’s get you some food, then.”
letting him help you out of bed, his hands a lot stronger as he pulls you to your feet
you’re still a little shaky and weak
still holding your hands, and standing right before you once you’re standing
“you can let go now.”
“I don’t want to.”
and then his fingers slip between yours in a tighter grip, and he’s holding your hand
his thumb playing with yours all the way to the kitchen
“sit down, I’ll make you something.”
“you’ve never cooked a day in your life.”
“well, there’s bound to be a book around here somewhere. which one was that soup you made me in?”
“my head, because that’s my recipe.”
“you made that? I thought you didn’t cook.”
“I don’t cook for you, but I can cook for me. I don’t have enough experience to cook for royals.”
“that was the best soup I’ve ever had.”
rolling your eyes at him, but thanking him anyway
searching for some bread to eat while he looks around
because you know that he’s probably never been down in the kitchens before
“will you teach me?”
“teach you what?”
“to make that soup. or, to cook something in general, I guess. I’ve never thought about it before, but I’m a little embarrassed now. my mum knew how to cook when we were little.”
so, you show him how to make soup
and it’s a bit of a mess
because he can’t chop very well without almost taking off his fingers, and he keeps jumping when bubbles pop in the pan
but you make soup, and sit at the table together to eat
“will you teach me something, too?”
“whatever you’d like.”
“will you teach me how to dance?”
letting him pull you to your feet once again
your hand on his shoulder, his hand in yours, and his hand on your waist
and you swear his fingers are burning right through your sleep dress
stepping on his toes a couple times
quiet giggles as he hums tunes and twirls you around the kitchen
and afterwards, he walks you to your room, and falls asleep in the chair beside your bed again
holding hands on your walks now
which makes both of you blush a little at first
and noah showing up in the kitchens, to everybody’s shock and matrons almost heart attack
and asking her if he can stick around and learn a few things
teaching you to dance in quiet moments when he can
and christmas comes around
the trees are up and so are all of the decorations and invitations for the christmas party have gone out
it’s the christmas parade, and then it’s preparing the christmas food
and before you know it, you’re walking the grounds again the night before the christmas ball
and noah’s hand is wrapped around yours as you keep your coat tight
and when he leaves you that night, it’s with a lingering kiss to your forehead, and a squeeze of your hand
before his forehead is resting on yours again, and he’s hesitating
“I know I’m going to see you tomorrow, but I don’t think I’m ready to leave you just yet.”
“it’s only a few hours away.”
“and I always hate the hours when I’m not with you, because I’m only ever truly happy now in the hours that I am.”
his nose brushing against yours
before matron is coughing not-so-subtly from the end of the corridor, and shaking a set of keys
and noah leaves, and you go to bed
the day of the ball being absolute chaos
not seeing noah until you actually go to the ball
which all staff are invited to, because it’s a buffet style meal
royals and staff alike on christmas
there’s music and dancing and you’re laughing with the other kitchen maids, who are all wearing their best dresses too
and despite the ‘staff and royals together’ approach, the royas nomrally mingle with the upper classes, and the staff with one another’s houses
but then there’s noah
and he’s taking your hand and asking you to dance with him again
“your father is watching, noah.”
you’d whisper it, and he’d smirk a little, and rub his thumb over the back of your hand soothingly
“I know. I don’t care who’d watching. I want everyone to see how great of a dancer you’ve become, I want everyone to see you in your pretty blue dress of my colours, and besides, you think my father doesn’t know of you by now? he’s rathe eager to meet you, I’ve been holding him off.”
“why’s that? it’s an honour to meet the king, you know.” teasing him a little despite how nervous the mere idea makes you
and twirling a little among the others on the dance floor
“because I want you to myself a little while longer. I’m selfish like that. once he meets you, he’ll love you, and then he’ll want you to do puzzles and chat, and that’s less time for me.”
“I think you’ve forgotten I’m just a kitchen maid, noah.”
“you’re so much more than that, darling.”
meeting the king
feeling like you might sweat right through your dress
and even though you know he’s trying to help, when noah holds your hand it only makes you so much more nervous
“so, you’re the young woman my son can’t stop talking about? I hope you’ll join me for a puzzle, one day, I’d rather like to get to know you better.”
“told you.”
letting him walk you to your room afterwards
lingering stares and holding of hands and more brushes of noses after cheek kisses
“I’ll see you tomorrow?”
“it’s christmas day, noah. your family came from across the country, and I have a rather large dinner to cook, perhaps the day after.”
“please, just a couple of minutes?”
“find me after breakfast, that’ll be the least busy time.”
he does
he wastes no time, he catches you right after breakfast before you’ve even got back to the kitchens after stocking up the other fires
smirking a little as his hand lands on your cheek
“you’ve smeared coal on your cheek.”
letting him wipe it away, feeling kinda nostalgic about it
“merry christmas, darling.”
“merry christmas, noah.”
“I got you something.” handing you a little box from his pocket, and inside it is a beautiful necklace, with a dark blue gem shining in it. “do you like it?”
“it is the single most beautiful thing I have ever held.”
“well, that’s fitting, because it’s for the single most beautiful thing that I have ever held.”
swearing you heard a scoff somewhere, but it’s very busy, and it’s probably just background noise
letting him put it on for you, and blushing when he adjusts it to fall just right
“my present for you seems stupid, now.”
“you got me a present?” watching his whole expression go soft
“I baked you some cookies, they’re my favourites.”
“that’s so sweet.” and then his hand in yours, tugging you a few steps forwards, and to the left
and then he’s looking up
and you can feel him trembling a little with his nerves
and you realise why when you follow his gaze
“is that-”
“yeah.”
mistletoe, hanging by a little piece of string from over one of the balconies and you were certain no member of staff had put that up
“are you going to-”
“yeah. I mean, I want to, if thats okay with you?”
“yeah.”
warm and soft kisses
so nervous at first
just timid little pecks with his hand on your cheek
before his pulling you in and it’s a little more confident
a hand on your waist and holing on firmer
panting a little when he pulls away
and staring at one another with wide eyes
because that just changed everything, and you’re so scared
“what now?” your voice cracking when you whisper
“now-” he would lick his lips, and give you another brief kiss, before straightening out his dinner jacket “now I go to dinner with my family, and tell my father that I’m in love with you, and later, we meet in the library, and talk about this, while eating cookies.”
“seems like you have this all figured out.”
“I’m terrified. stiles gave me a pep talk.”
watching the mistletoe surreptitiously being pulled away back over the balcony by the owner of the scoff you’d heard
“but you’re worth it. I’m in love with you.”
“I love you too.”
“well, that makes things a lot easier, and a lot less scary. I’ll see you later.”
another kiss, and then he’s leaving, and your head is still spinning
stiles coming down the stairs a second later, with mistletoe on a string in his hand
“I have a feeling we’ll be seeing a lot more of one another now, I think it’s about time we went for a little walk and a chat, hm?”
getting a wink and a promise of a walk from stiles, before you’re going back to the kitchens
i don’t know how to end this but this is the end ok
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💭hi chloe, congrats! could u do a dating ff!tommy head canon (like the ones you have for stiles and mitch) i miss him 🥺
under the cut! i will also link this to my masterlist, because I know how much y'all like these!
PDA
Tommy is kiiiiinda in a middle ground about PDA
He doesn’t feel the need to go over the top, but he isn’t shy about it either
He’ll kiss his girl when he wants, and he isn’t shy of affection either
Little nudges and pokes and a lot of random hugs
On a call together, he keeps it professional, of course
But in your own time? He’s a free man, and he’ll love his girl if he wants to
At the house, he can be extra with PDA, just to annoy everyone
If he gives you a little kiss, or does something which anybody teases him for, he goes into overdrive, just to annoy them
A lot of ‘my love’, ‘angel’, ‘light of my life’, ‘love of my life’, ‘hey pretty girl’
A lot of flirting too
“Oh, damn, good thing we’re firemen because you are smokin’.” and such
He will one hundred percent grab your ass and run away
You’ve actually become pretty used to it, actually
Little slaps, or pinches, or grabs, and then he just runs away laughing
Thinkin’ he’s doing something
But he still blushes when you flirt back, in literally any situation
Using a fire-related pick-up line
“Well, damn, lieutenant, you’d better come over here and handle me then.”
And his jaw would drop and he’d get cute pink cheeks
Which definitely leads to some PDA because he’ll grab your face and kiss you
The PDA gets more after a hard call but nobody says anything then
Hand holding and cuddling and playing with hair
Soft kisses and whispered reassurances while holding each other’s faces
Honestly, he’s not big on making an exhibition, but he will give out a lot of love
HANGING OUT
Hanging out happens a lot
For starters, there’s all day at work, especially on slow days when you might not even get a case
At the beginning of the relationship, that would be awesome, because ‘honeymoon phase’ and all
But once you’ve moved past that and into a more serious relationship, that can be an issue
Like if there’s been a dispute at home or one of you is on edge
So hanging out is pretty much never alone at work
And you try to break it up into chunks too
Making sure you have a girls night with Brenda at least once a week
And once a week he has a guys night, and you plan them on separate days
You actually have too much hang out time on your hands, and it can be a strain
Once you’ve got it down, though, it’s easy
Having TV shows that you binge together, and will never watch without the other
Cleaning and doing household chores together always becoming fun
Especially when you build a playlist for these jobs, and end up dancing and singing together
Also, cooking together
Which is actually usually just one of you cooking, and the other sitting on the counter just to chat
Grocery shopping alone, and making appointments alone
Just so that you always have time apart, to keep things distanced
DATE NIGHT
Date nights are hard to plan when you live together and have such busy jobs
You rarely ever actually feel the need to go out and about to have a date
Really, you just want to get in your comfies and relax together
At first, you both kind of force yourselves to go out
Making bookings and dressing up and going out for dinner
You feel like you owe it to yourselves at the beginning
Even though you don’t need to do the small talk and whatnot
After that, drive through dates in the middle of the night, or going on walks in the park count as dates
And after that, you honestly stop counting dates
You’re just together
Long before you move in together, you’re already basically living together
You drive home from work together, and choose who’s place to crash at
So dates as a concept are pretty irrelevant after a pretty short amount of time
SEX
Oh, don’t even get me started on this
He’s always horny after regular cases
Watching you go into ‘action mode’, he loves it
And you feel the same about him
Definitely having hooked up in the showers a few times at work while you were still in that phase
His hand over your mouth and trying not to let the sounds be too obvious
Trying to keep quiet and failing at it
You’re pretty sure everyone knows, but nobody said anything
Also fucking in one of the firetrucks and the ambulance
When you get a little more self-control, morning sex is usually the way forwards
Because you’re both always so tired after shifts
So morning sex is usually the way to go
If it is morning sex, it’s always sloppy and clingy and passionate
Slow thrusts and wandering hands and deep kisses
Shower sex is also a regular visitor in the morning sex regime
“It’s hot, and easy clean-up, and it’s hot. I see no downsides.”
He loves shower sex
However, if you’ve been out with the team, you’re probably both a little tipsy
Team nights lead to drinking, lead to Thomas openly saying how much he loves how hot his girlfriend is and getting wandering hands
Also kinda sloppy and clingy sex
But a lot hotter
Because you have more energy than mornings, and you’ve got a little liquor behind it
So it’s the times when you both get a little wilder
Day off sex is different, though
Day off sex is much more like making love than just fucking
Because it’s a lazy day, so you’re both in pyjamas
And he’s just turned on because he loves you so much
It’s quite literally just ‘seriously, you’re so cute and I love you so much’ sex
Wearing his oversized shirts and sweatpants and odd socks
And he’s wearing plaid pants or sweats and old shirts
Literally nothing sexy about it but damn you just have so much love
So those are the days where he takes you apart piece by piece
Slow and deep, so much love and kisses
Dirty talk is more just loving confessions
It’s not “I’m gonna have you screaming my name” like drunk sex or morning sex
But it more like “I’m gonna love you forever, I swear it”
Yeah, he’s always clingy, though
AFTERCARE
Big on aftercare. Big big big.
He’s always affectionate but he’s extra affectionate after sex
Brushing your hair back out of your face
If he got messy, he gets a cloth and cleans you up
Plus a lot of cuddling
“You want anything? Some water, I want some water. You want a snack?”
Sometimes you do, sometimes you don’t
If you do, he helps you out on some loose clothes and makes something simple like poptarts
If you don’t he gets you water when he gets his own and brings it to bed
Always helps you get back into some kind of pyjamas afterwards
Even if it’s just throwing them to you if you’re not completely fucked out
Cuddling under the covers afterwards
And it doesn’t get awkward, either
two seconds later, once you’re all cuddled up, he’ll jump right in with “so, guess what my mom texted before-”
And he just skips into the gossip and chatter without any awkwardness
THINGS YOU STEAL FROM EACH OTHER
Ohhh a lot
You wear a lot of his hoodies and shirts and coats
He likes things to be comfortably big on himself, so they’re quite large on you
He steals your slippers and fluffy for a while
Your place has hardwood floors but his has carpets, so when he comes over, his feet get cold
He stretches out your socks and slippers
So you start buying them bigger so they’re comfortable for him
He doesn’t realise until he sees you trip over the extra-long toe length one day
So he buys you your own
You now have like 15 pairs that are alternated around
Honestly, each other’s phones
What do you have to hide from him? You work together, you live together, you have the same friends
So, you use one another’s phones
To get in the groupchat and just reply, or to call someone or send a text
It’s really just about whoever’s phone is closest
He steals your netflix account before moving in
And you steal his spotify premium
His car
It’s cooler and has a smoother drive and you like it
So you like to drive his car around a lot
He always subtly complains about it
“That car is my baby.”
“I thought I was your baby.”
“You’re my angel.”
But he always hands over the keys willingly
And he complains about adjusting the seat after you’ve used it
But he buys the air fresheners you like
PICK UP LINES HE LIKES TO USE
A lot of straight-up firemen puns
“Get rid of your smoke detector, sleep with a fireman.”
“The fire might be out, but you’re smokin’ hot.”
I’m a fireman. I’m an expert in what’s hot.”
But he’s also soft and cheesy and in love with his paramedic girlfriend so
“I’m glad you know CPR, because you just took my breath away.”
“Do you have a band-aid? Because I scraped my knees falling for you.”
“If you’re here, who’d running heaven?”
“Your hand looks heavy, want me to hold it for you?”
“I just stole a kiss. Want it back? Come get it.”
GOING ON CALLS TOGETHER
He's a professional little baby
He won’t let his love for you get in the way, because he knows you’ll yell at him for it
He has a job to do, and he learned the hard way that he has to prioritise that
A lot of arguments and tearful confessions and deep chats made the understanding
But that doesn’t mean you don’t have a few traditions
If it’s just a regular case with him going into a building and you staying outside, it’s the usual
Whispered reassurances as a plan is formed
Before you lock your pinkies, and pull each other close, and kiss your thumbs
It started because you kept bumping your head on his helmet when you tried to give him quick kisses
And then getting in trouble for kissing on the scene when one of the local papers reported on workplace romances
And you aren’t technically doing anything wrong but it made you both mad
So it became a pinky lock, and kissing the edges of your own hand
Because that’s the best you could get
However, if you have to go into a building, he checks your kit himself
You gave up fighting him on it
The only way he was gonna feel reassured was if he’d checked it all himself
Just allowing him to do so at this point
Bumping your helmets together softly before you go inside
When you go inside, you always walk behind him
He never directly demanded that when you were working out boundaries after an argument
But you know it makes him feel better
Always sticking close to his side, and remembering the flashlight technique he’d taught you if you wander off
After cases, when you get back to the firehouse, you always have reassuring little kisses
And that’s his time to support you
Always letting you check him over, even when he’s not hurt
Because he knows that it makes you feel better
And if you have to take a detour to the hospital with patients, he makes sure he has a mug of tea and a snack ready for you when you get back
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Hi congrats on 9k! Can you please do HC of cuddling Thomas in the scorch trials?
no more requests, the sleepover is over, I'm just finishing up what's in my inbox!
it would start pretty lightweight
but get heavy real quick
it starts with newt befriending the girl from the table across from him
they've never met before but something feels familiar and both of them are suspicious
so her and newt pretty quickly decide they were probably friends once and decide to be friends again
it all feels so comfortable
and thomas can't deny that he feels pretty at ease around her too
so when they escape, and they find her getting some medical check ups, thomas and newt are both pretty insistent about bringing her along too
skip to the first time they cuddle
everyone else is asleep, and thomas is staring at the fire and contemplating way too much
and she puts a blanket over his shoulders and sits beside him
he's pretty grateful for that
she asks if he wants to talk about it, it might help, just to get things off of his mind
and he does
it helps so much, it makes him feel so much better
somewhere in those few hours, you started playing with his hair to soothe him
he's not sure why he lets you and you're not sure how you knew it would help
but it does, and he ends up with his head on your shoulder
he falls asleep there, just like that
when he wakes up, he's laying down with the blanket and his bag as a pillow, and thomas hasn't slept that well in a while
not to mention, how much simpler everything feels, even just for a little while
after that, it's harder to sleep on his own
literally the following night already gets harder
so, the night after that, he finds you again
you're all curled up with your own blanket, staring up at the stars
he's nervous, because now that he thinks about it, it's kinda odd
but he offers his own blanket as a pillow if he can share yours as a cover, and you accept
"you sure it's okay?"
"it's cold out here, and you're pretty hot. i mean, like, well not that you're not hot, like cute hot, but i meant- i can feel you trying not to laugh, stop it."
"s'okay. it is cold out here. and you're pretty cute hot too, i guess."
rolling over to face him, and he's still trying not to laugh, but you can barely see him, despite his face only being a few inches away
"are you okay, thomas?"
"yeah. i don't know. i'm stressed. but, like, when I'm with you, my head is a little emptier. you make it easier to sleep."
and you play with his hair again and he falls asleep real quick again
the next night, you find him and he gets this blush on his face in the firelight
laying out his blanket on the floor, and letting you both get comfortable under his blanket
and he's quiet today
you watched him say goodbye to his friend
the whole camp has been quiet
you and the kid called aris were the only ones who didn't feel the same pain
but it didn't mean you couldn't understand it, and empathise
and so when he shakes a little, and tucks his face a little more into your neck, you hold him tighter than you have before
he pretty much wraps himself around you, because he need the comfort
in fact, that morning, he's still there, he didn't let go all night
when you wake up, he's already up, but he's still there, nose brushing under your jaw as his hand draws patterns on your hip
"sorry, i just didn't feel like getting up yet. i'm just.. happier, right now."
"s'okay, there's no rush. you don't have to go anywhere until you're ready."
newt coming over to tell you both to get a shuffle on
and getting a look on his face when he does and sees you both
and the whole day is spent walking
thomas making sure you have enough water, and offering to share his
not to mention, when he packed up your bags, he folded your blankets together and put them both in his bag
he didn't say anything, but he had a soft look on his face
when you fall asleep on the ground again the following night, there's not even a conversation about it this time
thomas finds you after doing a final check of everything
he just gets under the blanket and presses himself up behind you
an arm over your waist, and his brushes his nose against the back of your head
"g'night, sweetheart."
g'night tommy."
waking thomas up when you see the lights
because you couldn't sleep
despite making everything easier for thomas, you were confused
because you had dreams about him when he lay with you, and they weren't of anything you had ever experienced
they were more like memories than dreams
smiles you'd never seen him make yet, and whispers you'd never heard from him in tones of his voice you'd yet to get
and there's a storm rolling in, with thunder that makes you nervous
but then you see the lights
rolling over to face him
being momentarily distracted by the fact that he actually looks at peace right now
"thomas! tommy! wake up!"
he squeezes his arm a little tighter and pulls you closer to him
his nose bumping against your forehead as he groans a little at being woken up
and you hate that your whole body flushes at it all
"y'okay? what's wrong?"
that same hand from your waist coming up to brush across the back of your head soothingly
"there's lights. i think we found it!"
and then there's thunder
and a lot of running
and thomas' hand slipping into your own at some point
squeezing tightly when you're in the dark
everything being a bit of a blur
going right from meeting brenda, to panicking when thomas is put on his knees, and passing out when you're hung upside down
waking up with a jump right as they come up with the plan
thomas' hands on your face as you both swing slightly, thumbs smoothing over your face at an odd angle
"you okay, sweetheart?"
"you're cute even when you're upside down, that's so not fair."
and he rolls his eyes with a stupid little grin
his hand in yours again as you're running
getting separated when he chases brenda
but leaving your head fucking spinning when he cups your face and kisses your cheek and tells you "see you real soon, sweetheart. won't sleep 'til I'm back with you, 'kay?"
and not even giving you a chance to reply before he's gone
fucking panicking
and newt being the best comfort he can
when he wakes up after the club incident, it's with his head in your lap
and he's staring at you for a second
you let out this soft little relieved laugh for him
"you're cute even when upside down, that's so not fair."
"shut up, you dork."
when he sits up, it's just to tremble and still be a little weak, but he leans in and pressing his forehead against yours again
when you get in the car, he takes another nap
falling asleep on your shoulder, somewhat curled into you
and giving exactly zero fucks about all the teasing he gets from minho and newt while getting himself comfortable
holding your hand again when you're moving through the broken down cars
searching for you as soon as aris has calmed the situation, just to check you're okay
"you're good, right? you didn't get shot, or anything, like, you're okay? you're good?"
speaking very fast, and running his hands down from your shoulders to your hands, one hand linking with yours as the other sits on your waist
rendering you speechless for a moment
"you're the fool who was holding a bomb."
"it didn't go off."
"dumbass."
shaking his head but leaning in enough to rest his forehead on your shoulder, going a little weak
just letting himself be held for a couple of seconds
and then everything goes to hell
it's good, he gets checked out by mary and finds out a lot
and then he finds you sitting on top of the cliffs with newt and minho and fry
and he gets to sit with you tucked under his arm for a little while
but then he checks on teresa
and everything gets bombed
and it's all gone to hell
because right as he sends you away with brenda, he holds your face and kisses you and tells you that he promises "I'll come find you, when it's safe."
but you come back
and you save his damn life
and when you're yelling at him you give in and kiss him and tell him to "stop being such a dumbass!"
he thinks it's all okay
until you're being dragged away with minho
and his throat is raw from screaming and crying because two of the most important people in his life just got taken
and he knows he won't sleep right 'til he finds you again
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💬 blurb request for ff!tommy smut?? honestly Chloe your writing is so good, and ff!tommy is my favorite and it would be such a blessing!! ilysm and congrats on 9k!
if you requested ff!tommy smut, I have rolled them all into one. because there was a surprising number, lol. y'all really thirsty for ff!tommy and honestly me too so here we go! I did y'all a little mix of headcanons and blurb, because all the requests were mixed. I tried to include everything from them all!
no more requests, the sleepover is over! I am just filling out all the ones left in my inbox!
okay, so, it's not like y'all haven't done stuff
I mean, he's hot, you're hot, and you're both mad in love
you've just not done that yet
but, it's been busy, and you kinda want it to be perfect
you had a whole weekend away planned, but it got cancelled last minute after another team injury that meant your team took over
and now, there's just a lot of pining
I mean, there's not much left to the imagination
you're no stranger to one another, a few showers and a lot of wandering hands has left you with a pretty solid fill of your imagination
if you really think about it, you can still feel the way cold shower tiles felt against your back as he scissored his fingers
or hear the way he'd groan ringing in your ears still when you'd go down on him before work
just to smirk all morning as it takes him hours to actually clean his head after a mind-blowing orgasm
not to mention the way your throat had been fucking sore after he'd gone down on you, a pillow over your face just to stop complaints from your neighbours
but you wanted more
you wanted to feel connected to him in that way, because there was only so much foreplay could do
and you were fucking needy
he'd whispered a lot of dirty promises in your ear about what he was gonna' give you, and you were waiting for him to deliver
this time was no exception
stumbling through the front door of your place
a pretty dress on a hook and a suit next to it, both still in their protective covers, waiting to go
steam from the bathroom was pouring out from under the door, and you whimpering embarrassingly as his fingers rubbed slowly across your clit, sucking marks into the skin of your chest where he knew your hemlines would cover
"tommy, please.."
"please, what, angel? tell me what you want?"
it had been a chaotic shift, a lot of adrenaline, and he'd smelled of smoke and been a little sweaty and dirty and he was pretty much entirely what wet dreams were made of
you'd been dripping since you'd gotten back to the station, and uncomfortable ever since
with your back pressed up to the counter, hair still dripping wet much like his own from the shower you'd recently taken, you let out another cry of his name
tracing your fingers over his chest, he twitched a little as you dragged your fingers over his nipples, and down, several spaces marked with raised pink skin, scars of all his saves, dotted between dark hairs along his chest and to his defined abs
"more, tommy, please.."
he grinned, head raising back up to capture your lips, and his fingers slid along slick folds
two slender digits easily slipping between your walls, pumping at the best speed he could manage from the angle
despite the relief, he wouldn't be enough
"no, more, like, I need you to fuck me, tommy."
"we don't have time, we'll be late for newt's birthday pa-"
"so we're late, newt'll understand. if I have to spend the whole night staring at you in that tight fucking suit, looking so fucking good I could pop, I won't make it, thomas. you hear me? 'might just die."
"you're gonna' die if I don't fuck you?" he'd tease, but slip his fingers free, raising them to his lips to lick them clean, and that fucking filthy look he'd get would take over his face. "well, I can't let that happen. I'd better fuck you real good, just to keep you in top shape."
"I think that's a good idea." You whispered, hands hooking underneath your thighs, fingers of one hand still wet as he lifted you, and your legs sealed around his waist. Only a second later, your back was meeting the bedding, stray droplets soaking into the fabric, and his body was following quickly after you. Kneeling before you don't he bedding, he was stretched out in all his glory, hard and toned muscle, dark hair trailing down from his pecs, and his cock tall and leaking, red at the tip in a way that made your thighs clench when he bobbed in the air.
Large hands pushed your knees apart again, letting out a harsh breath as he stared at you, gaze trailing up from your slick core to find you, propped up on your elbows. "You got no idea what you do to me, angel. Fuckin' hell."
"Think I got a pretty good idea." You whispered, red flush growing from his neck to his cheeks, but he gave you a cheeky wink nonetheless. Leaning down again, his lips found yours, a delicate kiss, and you bit gently on his lower lip, that deep and raspy moan you loved shaking along your body when he emitted it.
"You sure you wanna' do this? Want it to be perfect for you. Wanna' take you apart, piece by piece, make you mine."
"We have all night for that once we get home, you can make love to me, but right now, I just need you, Tommy. Been waiting too long." He groaned, your nails scraping over his chest, before your fingers were wrapping around his cock, his hips bucking into your hands.
"Well, if that's how we're gonna' do it, then flip over, hands and knees for me." The request jolted something filthy though you, and you did as told, turning over, before two large hands were palming at your ass. "D'you even know how good your ass looks in, like, everything? Fucking hell, if you weren't wearing heels tonight, I'd fuck you 'til you couldn't even walk. Maybe next time."
Lining himself up and sinking within your walls, your eyes were rolling back in your head. Thomas was by no means small, a voice in the back of your mind that was quickly silenced taunting you about comments once made, and the warmth of his chest covered your back as he leaned over you. Pressing several kisses along your spine, he gave you a moment to adjust, and you wiggled your hips against him.
Calloused hands were on your hips, holding so tightly you thought he might bruise, and he pulled back. One sharp thrust of his hips and he was sinking back into you, stretching you out all over again with a delicious kind of friction that made your jaw drop.
He repeated his actions, again and again, and you were sure you'd be getting noise complaints now, because you couldn't control yourself. His hands were everywhere, pulling your hair and rubbing soothingly over your body, every inch of skin being touched, and you were seeing stars. His voice was echoing in your ears, praises and groans, mumbles about how good you felt, like he wasn't making you see heaven with every thrust.
You could barely breathe, the building fire, the coil getting tighter and tighter, and when you finally snapped, it was with a few brief brushes of his fingers over your swollen clit. Your heart was beating so fast you couldn't barely feel it, but it felt like time stopped, groans and begs and the kind of grunts that only prolonged your own orgasm as Thomas came, pumps of searing warmth, until you were collapsing back into the bed together.
He rolled over, freeing himself from you to stare at the ceiling, and you copied him, panting for breath, and feeling like you were on fire. "Holy shit, that was incredible."
"I can't believe we waited so long for that, I don't know how I lived without it." He mumbled, head turning to face you on the pillow, and his body soon followed. Two fingers on one side of your jaw and his thumb on the other, he pulled you closer, leaving a passionate kiss on your lips. "You sure we have to go to the party? We should just stay here all night, and do that. In fact, we should quit our jobs, Just stay right here, fucking."
"How would we make money to eat?" You teased, and a cheeky look passed over his face.
"I don't know about you, but I've got everything I need to eat right here."
"Oh, you're so bad." You mumbled, pushing his face away from you when he let out a loud laugh, and you tried to scoot towards the edge of the bed. "What happened to waiting 'til after the party before fucking me until I couldn't walk, huh?"
Your legs were wobbly as you stood, wandering back towards the bathroom, and he propped a hand under his head, smirking as he watched you go. "Oh, you ain't had nothin' yet, angel. Just you wait 'til we get back."
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💭 I wonder if you can write one with Stiles. Something like angst to fluff. They're not friends but she's in the pack. Something happens and they got scared and stuck together somewhere. “Are we going to die?” “If we die just know I love you.” “I don’t think I can do this without you.”
Something like that 😝🤭
i started writing this as a blurb before realising you wanted headcanons lmao my bad
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not getting along with stiles at all
he's anxious and doesn't trust too easily, you get that
but when he was still giving you the cold shoulder after months, you got tired of trying to win him over
so you stopped
it became easier to snark back than it was to just bite your tongue
it brought you a little satisfaction every time he got that look on his face when he had nothing left to say, and you got the final word in
but, deep down, there was always something nagging
something that cut a little deeper, because you didn't get why he didn't like you
there was a lot about him to dislike. he was kinda rude, and sarcastic at all the wrong times, and very opinionated
but there was a lot to like too
he was caring to the others, you'd seen it, and he was funny, as well as incredibly smart. he was thoughtful and loyal and handsome, and-
and you just didn't get it. so, you tried not to think about it too much.
maybe it was because you weren't lydia martin, or malia tate, because they never got this kind of treatment
but, you were damn good at research, and so was stiles, and that usually meant a lot of begrudging team-ups.
"look, I can't do this without you, alright? so just get dressed, I'm already on my way."
and then he hung up, and just like that, stiles stilinski expected you to be at his beck and call.
that was how you'd find yourself sitting in his car that night, staring out of the windows and sipping on a now cold coffee from the mcdonalds drive through, barely able to see anything
"what exactly are we doing, stiles? it's been hours. a lot of your stakeouts lately haven't lead to anything. I think you're losing your touch."
and his cheeks are a little red, the music playing quietly in the background, and he shrugs.
"better safe than sorry, right? just chasing leads, and stuff."
"lotta' dead leads. but, I suppose so."
"wanna' play a game while we wait?"
"sure."
stiles forcing you to get your phone out to download an app he swore would be fun.
shifting to face one another a little more, his arm brushing against yours as you both lean on the armrest in the of your seats.
"look, while we're here, there's something I kinda need to tell you."
and then there's a finger brushing very lightly over the back of your hand, and you can't help but twitch, and you're looking up at him
he's so fucking close, you can practically taste the sugar on his lips of the donut he ate hours ago
that look you've been seeing a lot lately is back, and you've no idea what it means, but he's close
like he's practically glowing
in fact, it kinda looks like he's being haloed
and he's licking at his lips but something behind him is glowing, and your eyes go wider
"stiles.."
"no, wait, i know you think i hate you, but-"
"no, stiles, what the hell is that?"
and he fucking curses under his breath as you both get out of the car
"should I call scott?"
"probably!"
and there's the stressed and snippy stiles you're used to
as you call, he's wandering off into the woods, and what are you supposed to do? let him wander off alone and die?
so, you call scott, and send a text to malia, and then you follow him
which, turns out to be a monumentally bad decision
because one moment you can see by the moonlight, just about
but then your phone dies, which is odd, because it was almost fully charged
and so does stiles'
and the deeper into the woods you get the darker it gets, and no matter what directions you walk in, it doesn't seem to get lighter
like you're walking in a maze instead of going back the way you came
and you were fucking terrified because there were noises, and you couldn't see the glowing anyone that you'd seen in the sky
you can barely even see stiles in front of you
and those noises are back, a little clearer around you, like voices chanting
it feels like there are hands on your body, but there's no one there, like something pulling you back into the darkness
but he seems totally unaffected
his hand is on your cheek and he's making you look at him but his words are silent as his mouth moves, all you can hear is the whispering getting louder into chants of words you still don't understand
so you try to read his lips
and it's something about mind games, something about the nogitsune, and something about focus
but how the hell are you supposed to focus, because it's too much
it's too much, it's shouting now, like having headphones turned on too loud, like lydia screaming right beside your ear, and being unable to turn it off
it hurts
and then, it's a little bit clearer
stiles's hands sliding down your arms, fingertips smoothing over your palms before his hands are linking to your own, and his forehead is pressed to your own
and it gets a little quieter
he pulls you closer, and you can hear the rasp of his breathing now, his mouth near your ear, arms wrapping little tighter around you as he holds you against him
"focus on my voice, okay? just stay with me."
"stiles, what the hell is happening?"
"nothing, to me. but, I think that's because after the nogitsune, nothing has been able to get into my head like that. I don't know what's happening to you, but I got you, okay? just hang on."
"are we gonna' die?"
"not before I get to tell you I love you when you're not crying."
and you didn't even know that you were crying, but now that you thought about it, you could feel the aching pain in your throat and the burn of your eyes
"you hear me? you stick with me, because even if you reject me, I need that closure. don't you dare die on me, okay?"
and then there was a weak laugh from you, and the beat of your heart thudding against your chest, terrifying you at the strength of it
"I won't reject you. promise."
"good to know." he'd mumble, right next to your ear, before dipping down to press a kiss to your cheek, nose bumping yours
but then it's getting louder again, and stronger, and you can't take it
the last thing you hear is your name, before it's fading away, and your knees are buckling, everything fading to black
when you wake up, it's in your own bed
and it's light outside again
the ache from your head is gone, and the smell of herbal tea is drifting through the house, the teabags you'd recently ordered
you're a little weak as you go down the stairs, and before you even reach the bottom, you can feel the eyes of every wolf in the house
"who's using my new teabags before I even tried them?"
and it's lydia, the clanging of a spoon against the ceramic mug sides, and she smirks a little at you when you reach the bottom of the stairs.
your throat is sore and your whole body aches, and everyone is staring at you with varying levels of relief, love and curioisty
and as your eyes moved over them all, stiles is standing at the back of your living room, red-rimmed eyes and a watery smile as his shoulders sag
it takes him only a second to cross the room, and there's different degrees of shock as his body collides with your own, arms wrapping around you tightly, pulling you into him
liam is lost, scot is chuckling, and that smirk is still on lydia's face
"are you okay?" he's whispered, your arms coming up to hold him just as tightly as you nod "i was so fucking scared."
"that thing you told me last night. tell me again."
and he pulls back, splotches of deep red on his cheeks and his lips part, your finger covering them a second before he spoke. "later, when we're alone."
but then your finger is under his chin, pulling him a little closer, and he all but squeaks when your lips brush his.
"you'll like the response you get. promise."
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Ayyy Congrats Chlo! Can I get a 💭 of Noah when his girl is pregnant? Like how is he through it snd when she's in labor?
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I got so carried away with this
he would be so good by the labour stage
but lets be real, he takes a hot minute to get adjusted
now, don't get me wrong, this was planned
and he is damn excited to be a dad
you've been taking folic acid and vitamin D and all the good stuff
and you were both elated and crying when the test came back positive
but he does take a moment to actually realise what it means
like he did not think that far through, if he's honest
rubbing your back throughout morning sickness
but like, he doesn't quite get it
you have a significantly lowered sex drive
breast tenderness and morning sickness and he is kinda sexually frustrated
it takes him a moment to adjust to that because y'all had been pretty active before, and he has to take care of himself now
not to mention, you're a lot more sleepy
he knew you'd get sleepy, but he expected it to come later, not as early in the pregnancy as the first few weeks
so there's a lot of things that have to be cancelled
like concerts and things
but he was looking forwards to them
and it causes some arguments to begin with
like when he went to the concert with boyd instead
and you'd put a blanket and pillow on the couch for him
or the argument that came with him insisting that he could ride the bike a little longer
and the little strop he gets in when you throw out all the foods on the list your midwife gave you after your first antenatal appointment
"you can't eat them, but I can! why do we have to throw it all out?"
"because you're supposed to be supporting me!"
"I am supporting you, but I still want to eat my food!"
"fine, keep it then!"
and he feels bad two weeks later when you go to game night
and derek and stiles have laid out an awesome looking spread
with charcuterie boards and cheeses and crackers and wine
and he knows how much you love all of that stuff
and you literally can't have any of it
in fact, you brought your own meal, which is a salad and plain crackers and it's not exactly game night material
and so he does some research into food and writes down everything you can and can't have
and he watches a video on best recipes for pregnancy and he makes one for you
a little surprise dinner for when you get home from work
"what's all this?"
"well, you know, your meals look kinda' miserable. but, you're literally growing our child, so you should get to eat nice things, and I googled a good recipe for pregnancy safe meals."
noah getting laid that night
and afterwards, when you're asleep on his chest, he realises how easy it is when he stops thinking it's gonna be a struggle
at around about 7 weeks, you start getting more emotional
crying more at movies and getting mad at random things and being a lot clingier than usual
which he doesn't mind, of course
but it freaks him out sometimes
"noah, what the fuck?" while in tears and he's freaking out because he has no idea how bad he fucked up or what he did "there's a dead bird in the garden, noah, that's got to be some kind of omen, oh my god, what if you die? why would you just die, noah?"
so he cleans up the dead bird
but now you're mad because you're worried about him abandoning you
"baby, if I was gonna' abandon you then why would I have married you, huh?"
and it takes him a hot minute to get used to that too
however, he also learns how to direct it at other people for his own amusement
"hey, baby, did you know that stiles wears socks to bed, even in the summer?"
"you wear socks to sleep in the summer? you're sick, stiles. you're sick. I don't want you near my child, you're weird, you and your socks and your sweaty toes can stay away. you're so gross."
"what the fuck?"
and noah just laughing his ass off about it
you also have to pee a lot more so noah has to take that into account
you're still fully able to go hiking and do the things the two of you love doing
but he has to plan in your pee breaks
not to mention, you're still throwing up every morning
so, he can't plan too much, but he does plan a little weekend getaway for you both
with a privately rented cabin so that you can throw up each morning in peace and don't feel like you're being watched
panicking when you get spotting at week 8
and that really throws you both through a loop
rushing to the hospital and he's unfamiliar with driving your car
so it stresses him out to know he's useless in emergencies
it turns out to be nothing
but noah is pretty sure he's never cried that hard
not to mention, in a public bathroom, just so he didn't scare you
and when he gets home, like, fuck, it's a reality check for him
he starts getting driving lessons
he has a license and all but he's rusty
and he wants to be prepared, so he starts taking lessons
he also starts checking out bigger cars for the two of you
because your little car won't do in a few years
"you know, not that I'm complaining, but I've noticed you aren't wearing bras anymore."
watching your cheeks go fucking warm as you get all embarrassed
"do you wanna go shopping, get some comfier ones?"
"you are gonna go pregnancy bra shopping with me?"
"well, considering how proud I am when I get to go regular bra shopping with you, I think pregnancy bra shopping is the same."
going with you to get tests and scans done
literally crying again when you hear the heartbeat
"we made that, oh my god."
texting everyone he knows when you get your due date estimate
holding your hands when you have to get your pregnancy vaccinations
actually taking notes when the midwife starts talking about making a birthing plan and getting things sorted before you get to the third trimester
and he does a lot of research on birthing plans and starts prepping
going on every shopping trip with you
"I want to get the nursery painted, like, a while before the baby comes. so we can air it out for fumes."
"we can go check samples out this weekend."
"well, I mean, that's soon, like, really?"
"yeah, whatever you want, sunshine."
getting laid again
and when the morning sickness goes away, he starts getting his late morning sleep back
starting to get self-conscious about extra pregnancy weight gain
and noah doing everything he can to reassure you
but as you get into the second trimester, your sex drive suddenly jumps back up
and he fucking loves it
because that's a lot of unprotected sex and a lot of making out and a lot of touching
and honestly, something about it is really turning him on
"baby, I don't know if it's your glow or the fact that I am literally so in love with you, or maybe the months of not having sex, but I've literally never been this hard."
"shut up and fuck me, you can compliment me later."
"'kay."
throughout your second trimester, you get everything done
the nursery gets decorated and the furniture is built and it's perfect
there's only the little touches now, like mobiles and clothes and such
he also bought the new car, and traded yours in
and he arranged for you to get lessons in it too, so you know how to drive a bigger car before you get too pregnant to drive safely
crying the first time the baby moves. so much fucking crying.
and getting so excited every time
it's few and far between in the middle of your second trimester, but it's so meaningful
starting to go to pregnancy classes
and he also signs you both up for a pregnancy exercise class
that is supposedly meant to make labour easier because of the pelvic floor exercises
having a few days where you're nervous around him
thinking he did something wrong
"I think I'm gonna want to take an epidural."
"that's what you've been so worried about?"
"well, yeah. I read all these pamphlets about how it's so controversial and sometimes the dads don't like it, an-"
"I want you to be happy, okay? it's gonna be a happy time, so whatever you want, we'll do, okay? I want you to smile when you look back on the birth of our baby."
"I love you, so damn much."
"I love you so damn much."
finding out the sex of the baby, neither of you wants to wait
telling everyone it's a secret until the baby shower
your bump really starting to come in at the end of the second trimester
as well as headaches and backaches and stretch marks
and noah always making sure to kiss it better
a lot of nice warm baths and washing your hair for you
the baby starts responding to touch and sound, though
noah starts talking to the baby a lot
telling them about your day and rubbing lotion on your stomach
the baby getting hiccups for the first time
in the beginning of the second trimester, you start choosing names
more tears when you settle on a name
the third trimester is where you really start feeling it
you’ve got mood swings, you’ve got backache, and you’re getting a lot of odd cravings
all of which noah indulges for you
some make him gag and he actually cannot watch you eat it
banning food in bed
it caused an argument but he won that one
announcing the gender at your baby shower
you and noah dressing in white while waiting for everyone’s guesses
it’s a girl!
you announced it via a little cake cutting ceremony that was pink inside
using those last few weeks to decorate the nursery with teddies and buy clothes
when you finally go into labour it’s actually while you’re hanging out with stiles and derek
thinking it’s just cramps for a while
because you’ve been having cramps, you think it’s fine
until
“uh, (Y/N), you know I love you, but did you pee on my couch?”
“excuse me, I did not pee on your couch an- oh my god, they’re contractions.”
noah literally choking on his drink
you rubbing his back as he tries to cough it up
panicking so much that his whole fucking birthing plan goes out of the window
“the bag is at home!”
“what about your pillow?”
“fuck! fuck! fuck!”
derek is the only calm one because stiles is;
“HOLY FUCK, IM GONNA BE AN UNCLE, GIMME A NEICE!”
and noah is
“HOLY FUCK, IM GONNA BE A FATHER!”
so derek coordinates it all while you just kinda sit there and watch it all
“okay, well, her contractions are now, like, eight minutes apart, so maybe we should get a move on.”
telling stiles to take you to the hopsital while he takes noah to pick everything up
and off you go
stiles is fucking buzzing the whole way there
calling your hospital to inform them you’re on your way
getting to the hospital and being greeted by your midwife
“lovely to see you again, mom and dad”
“I DIDN’T MAKE THAT.”
“thanks, stiles.” your midwife being confused. “this is the uncle, they’re twins. dad is on his way.”
“I’M THE UNCLE!”
“stop shouting stiles, the baby won’t come out, you’re scaring it back up.”
“sorry.”
stiles holding your hand
noah arriving five minutes later with more than enough stuff
“I didn’t know which pjs you’d want after so I brought options!”
after a good few hours of labour, and noah being there for all of it, your baby is born
literally crashing right after and sleeping for a while
“‘bout fuckin time you woke up, noah won’t let me see my niece ‘til you have. hurry up.”
“I will punch you so hard you’ll be glad you’re in a hospital.”
“that’s my wife”
“sorry.”
meeting your daughter with noah, and having a moment
because he’s put her in a little pink striped onesie and she’s got a baby beanie on
“she’s got your nose.”
“you can’t tell that, she’s like six hours old.”
“i can hope.”
finally taking her to meet stiles who practically dies on the spot
he cries a lot when he finally gets to hold his niece
“stiles, derek, meet ‘hope claudia stilinski’.”
#9ksleepover#hope stilinski is like emma rapp#i made a new baby character#she’s my new au character pls#i love her#don’t steal her
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💭 - maybe where stiles can’t keep his hands off the reader and the pack starts to get annoyed especially since they can smell chemosignals
also congratulations!
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when they first start dating, it wouldn't be too bad, because stiles is just clingy, and it's kinda sweet
it's actually relaxing, because the amount of adoration smells warm like cinnamon and bonfire wood
but then on stiles' end it starts getting a little sharper and muskier, more like smoke and cherries and something intoxicating
but it's subtle
it's pretty obvious after they've had their first time, though
because that smell is everywhere all the time
not only do they smell like sweat and other stuff after they'e been at it, but even when they haven't been, there's always that running theme laying underneath it all
and particularly stiles
he's handsy and will push his boundaries a lot
wandering hands, pinching her ass, slight hair pulls in kisses
she plays with stiles' hair absentmindedly, and it's usually innocent
except when everyone can clearly see that stiles' mind has slipped elsewhere
because the small changes
and he gets handsy again
derek would bring it up first
pack night at the loft, and she's plating up some snacks in the kitchen
stiles would press himself up against you from behind, cage you against the counter and kiss your neck
"not in my fucking house, stilinski. I don't want to have to fumigate."
and he would be fucking mortified when it was explained to him.
"you mean, you all know when I-"
"get a boner?" liam would add, and everybody would cringe.
"and, you all know when we've-"
"fucked? which you do like rabbits, by the way." malia would add, which only embarrassed you further
so, you and stiles do your best to stop
it's always showers after you've been together, and sitting a little further apart, and making sure to keep your hands to yourselves
until the honeymooon phase is over, in which you'd both be a little more in control of yourselves
sorry if this isn't really what you wanted? like idk where this would go. if i was in this situation i literally would never be able to look at them again so idk what to put lol. not very proud of this one. probs gonna delete it.
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With kissing Thomas for the first time?
ohhh i got u on this one. i went with canon!thomas, i assume that is what u wanted
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thomas isn't a stranger to being kissed, y'know?
i am NOT talking about that stupid thomesa kiss that revolts me
but like, he's a hero, and he's been on a couple dates, you know?
he's tried. nothing really felt right, but he tried
so, yeah, he's had a couple of kisses here and there, and they haven't been anything special
just, kisses, y'know?
he's not all that big on it
in fact, he pretty much felt nothing
so, it doesn't become a big thing for him, and he hates that he doesn't feel anything there
because when minho and brenda got together, he had to spend weeks listening to minho talk about how awesome it was
and he's happy for his friend, because minho might be cocky as hell, but brenda makes his cheeks go red and makes him stutter and he loves that for his friend
turns out, gally found a guy that makes him have that same feeling
and sure, maybe they didn't get off to such a great start, but he's happy for gally too
frypan is a fucking flirt, and he's often having dates, but apparently, he feels something more when he has kisses
and then there's you
and he doesn't really know what your situation is, you're brenda's friend mostly but he's never seen you with anyone
and he starts to fall, just a little bit
he likes you, and he likes that you make him feel something
maybe it's the chase of the game, maybe it's that you aren't one of the girls that idolise him, or maybe it's because brenda told him to stay back
but he gets intrigued
so there's sneaking around, and little flirting, and winks across the dinner table
and then there's more
and shit, he wasn't prepared to feel like this
because, now there's holding hands on the beach and awalkinglong the edge of the shore
and there's the way his stomach feels when you do that breathy little laugh at his stupid jokes that is just for him
and there's the way you look when you look at him, and he feels like he's being eaten alive inside
and he loves feeling this way
he fucking loves it, can't get enough
he feels like he can't breathe in the best way, and like you're all he lives for, and he would do anything just to see that smile
you're his last thought at night and he wakes up just to think about you, and to see you, and he's fucking terrified
because he doesn't feel when he kisses
and he knows you want to
god, he hates how disappointed you look every time he turns his head so you get his cheek, and you stopped trying
but you also stopped smiling as much, and you haven't held his hand for days, and he hates it
but he doesn't want to ruin it, he doesn't want to ruin that feeling he loves by feeling nothing
and brenda slaps him. hard. and tells him "the whole reason I told you not to date my friends was that if you broke their hearts, I'd have to choose, and I don't wanna' lose any more friends, thomas."
and that hurt the most, because he never wanted to break your heart
so he can't take it, and he figures, he'll just suck it up
he can do that
he can have this, all this amazing feeling, and sometimes just feel nothing
and nobody ever has to know
and when he sees you next, your smile doesn't quite reach your eyes, not the way it used to when you'd see him
and he can't stand that
it's messy
it's more just a collision of uncoordinated lips than a kiss
but it's passionate and you gasp against his lips when he grabs your cheeks and pulls you in
and fuck, he feels everything
the way your hands grab his shoulders, before smoothing up to his cheeks just like he has you
and when you let out a shaky breath, before kissing him back just as firmly
thomas isn't sure his feet are even still on the ground anymore
is he floating?? is he drowning?? is he even still alive?? he doesn't know
because his head is spinning and he kinda feels this clenching in his chest but also exploding, his stomach is in knots and his whole body feels electric
and oh my god, he gets it now
he gets what they're all talking about
and he can't get enough of it, because it's just like everything else he feels but amplified
that general feeling he carries around for you all day, but in overdrive
and when his lungs are burning, and he finally has to pull back he feels like he might cry
you're looking at him in that way again that makes him feel invincible
he can't help it
he's kissing you again
hands slipping into your hair, his heart is thudding under your palm
he can't get close enough to you, even when his body is pressed up to your own
and you're smiling against his lips, he can feel it
he's smiling too, he knows from the ache of his cheeks
"I get it now."
"get what?"
your voice would be so light and hoarse that he barely catches it, and that in itself makes his head spin all over again
your cheeks are flushed, eyes wide and lips swollen and this is a whole new kind of beautiful on you
"what they're all talking about. what it's like to feel out of this world when you kiss someone. I think I just might be in love with you."
"yeah, well, maybe I'm a little in love with you, too."
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💭 not sure if the sleepover includes also smut headcanons, but Mitch getting frisky in a jacuzzi would be a dream
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mitch being forced to go on a holiday like RAYH
and booking a trip for himself and his girl
so, thats how he found himself staring out at the woods, kinda twitchy, trying to get reception on his phone
“will you come inside already? you haven’t even checked this place out.”
and shit, he knows that tone, you’re kinda mad at him.
so he puts his phone away, and fake smiles, and comes to look around
but, you’re not stupid
however, you kinda get it
he’s on-edge, he’s not really used to letting his walls down like this, he always needs to be alert
but you know this place is secure
stan personally checked it all out before recommending it
so, when mitch is finally taking a breather to unpack his things, you strike
wrapping your arms around his waist from behind and pressing a kiss between his shoulders
“you know, there’s a hot tub outside. I’m pretty sure I could figure out how to get it running.”
“I didn’t know there was a hot-tub, I didn’t bring a bathing suit.”
“neither did I.”
then he’s smirking, because oh, okay, he can get on board with that
“how about, I go start up the hot tub, and when you’re all done here, you can come down, huh?”
“I don’t think it’ll take me so long now.”
and it didn’t
you’d barely given it a chance to start up, never mind warm up, before he was already downstairs, changed into some sweats, shirtless, and a towel in hand
“this’ll be fun, baby. try to loosen up a little, m’kay? I made you a drink.”
he has three drinks before it’s even ready, and he’s definitely relaxing a little
he doesn’t drink so often at home, again with the alertness, so he’s not as great with his drinks as you’d think, and he’s a little tipsy already
not that you aren’t too, of course, matching his drinks each time
so when it’s finally ready, he’s not even nervous when he strips down and climbs right in, a ludicrous moan as he does
“this is such a good temperature. its so nice. you comin’?”
“thought I’d give you a little show first.”
watching his jaw drop and eyes go half-lidded when you do a little striptease for him
and when you get in, it’s straight into his lap, giggling as you do
rubbing his shoulders and playing with his hair as you try to get him to fully relax
“see? this is nice, right?”
“it is nice.”
“you should relax more often. you’re gonna get frown lines.”
rubbing at his forehead with your thumb, and him smirking
“not gonna love me when I’m wrinkly?”
“‘course I will, but I don’t want you get wrinkly prematurely.”
cutting off his half-heartened complains with a kiss
but he has roaming hands, and for a second, it had slipped his mind that you were both naked
he also has a roaming mouth
licking his way down to your chest when you start grinding up against him, feeling him start to get harder against your thigh
“yeah, baby, moan my name. nothin but miles of woods, you can go as loud as you want.”
and boy, did he make you meet that promise
clumsy hands fumbling in the water to line him up so you can ride him
and it’s so good
moaning into each other’s mouths as you do
sloppy kisses and bruising grips on your hips
but you can’t get grip in the water and he can’t thrust up
so it pretty quickly becomes you leaning over the edge, water sloshing onto the decking as he fucks you from behind
and then relaxing agasin once it’s over
probably some cockwarming
just sitting back in his lap and letting him fill you for a while
playing with his hair again
riding him, but slower this time
gasping breaths and sweet moans
less frantic, more controlled
and definitely making multiple trips to the hot tub while you’re on your vacation
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💭 please! I already asked for dad!mitch and then it made me wonder what it would be like if Tea Parties had smut in it.
Again, congratulations on 9k!! You should be so proud of yourself. You are touching a lot of lives with your writing.
no more requests! I am simply filling out the ones I already have in my inbox, the sleepover is over!
also, sorry that this one is a little rushed but I did it ALL on my phone and was about to post, and then my app crashed so this is basically just what I can remember of that!
if tea parties has smut in it like I originally intended to include
it would feature both of them flirting for a while
they'd be officially dating
they've had a few more dinner dates at his place with emma, and even went to watch a movie one time
there's a lot of tension, though
kisses are less nervous and shy and more passionate, having to remember to pull away
a lot of longing looks before and after
a lot of winking, and lingering gazes, and zoning out while thinking about stuff
it'd be pretty obvious
so, stan decides he's had enough because quite frankly it's sickening
so he says he'll take emma for the night
now they are adults so they try to make the most of this
this is one of few opportunities they have to really go out
they dress up, and go to a fancy rooftop bar
he wears a suit and she wears a long dress with a very high thigh slit
and honestly, they're both drooling over each other
when they'd get back, it would be a lot of flirting
deep kisses and wandering hands
they both know where it's going but now that they have the chance, the tension of dragging it out is exhilarating
"you know, we never consummated that marriage."
"I guess you're right, hubby, you better fix that."
and it would be hot
because mitch has been dreaming about what it would be like to go down on her for a while now
he wants to know how her thighs would feel wrapped around his head
and whether she'd pull his hair or grab at the sheets
and the way she'd sound crying his name
and mitch
well, he grunts a lot during training
and he growls a little when he gets mad
and she wants to know how that sounds close up, if he's grunt and pant in her ear
and whether his little growls would become broken moans when she twists her hips a certain way
and how he'd sound whispering filthy things in her ears, the things his eyes have been saying for weeks when he looks at her
afterwards, they'd both be panting and sweaty and out of breath
"holy shit. like, holy shit, right? oh my god."
"I think that's the best I've ever been fucked."
"damn right."
fucking electric
like the sparks
"you know, now that we know it's like that, how the fuck are we ever gonna stop?"
"how the hell are we ever gonna focus again?"
"wanna go again?"
"absolutely."
a lot of sex
like, all night
only a few hours sleep before they're due to pick up emma
barely being able to sleep in that time
and panicking when she tried to cover up the marks the next morning
"mitch! stan will slaughter me if he sees these! he'll never let it go!"
"I'm proud of them."
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💬 Pregnancy scare with Void Stiles? Maaaaaybe if you want it could be Noah? (If you don’t feel comfortable writing this please ignore it! I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable at all ❤️)
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"You sure you're okay, sunshine? That's, like, three days in a row now."
Wiping the edge of your mouth, you slumped down into the cabinets of Stiles and Noah's bathroom, boxes of things packed up ready to move out were sitting around you. Noah smoothed some hair back out of your face, and Stiles stood in the bathroom door, nose wrinkled and a slightly green look around the edges.
"Maybe you're pregnant."
"It's not the morning, Stiles. It's the evening. It's morning sickness that comes with pregnancy." Noah scoffed, but a striking chill of cold air ran through you as you tried to remember what day of the month it was.
"What's the date?" You mumbled, voice hoarse from nerves and pain, and Noah turned back to look at you.
"The twelfth."
"I was due to start my period on the eighth." You felt like acid just saying the words, and the blank expression on Noah's face quickly turned to shock and fear. His touch left your face, soothing strokes of his thumb over your cheek as he fell back to sit on the tiles himself.
"Well, fuck."
"Dude.." Stiles cringed, and your eyes narrowed on Noah.
"What a fantastically supportive answer." You hissed, folding your legs under your body and grabbing at the counter, lifting yourself up from the floor on unstable legs.
"What the hell else was I supposed to say?" He grouched, following you to his feet and you scowled at him.
"I don't know, but that wasn't it."
"Well, what do you need? What do you want me to do, huh?" He followed after you as you left the room, Stiles receiving an equally vicious glare as he whistled unhelpfully.
"You know, right now, you're irritating me. Go get a test, or something." He scowled, staring at you for a second longer. It looked like he was going to consider saying something else, his jaw dropping for a second, before his lips were sealing shut, and he was grabbing his jacket. The front door slammed, and he was gone, leaving you in the silence of his apartment with his twin.
"So, you want some breakfast?"
You turned back to look at Stiles, who was smirking wickedly at you as your gut twisted again just at the thought of food. Shuffling through the fridge himself, Stiles was mumbling to himself, and you propped yourself up on one of the seats at their kitchen table.
"What's this?"
Pulling back with a white cardboard carton, he held it up, another following, and then another. "Noah and I had takeout a few days ago, I guess that's what's left."
"What is it?" He opened them up, peering inside at each product.
"Salt and pepper chicken, that was pretty average by the way, not great, some fried rice, and maybe some wantons." He sniffed each one, before reaching for a dish, and beginning to toss it all into the ovenproof tray. "You're not seriously gonna' eat three day old leftovers."
"I've sucked dick and eaten ass, I don't care how old they are, they smell awesome."
"Ass or leftovers?" You teased, and he turned, a smile on his face that was almost sinister.
"Don't ask questions you don't want the answers to." You grimaced at him, groaning at the man in front of you and his gross antics, while rubbing at your stomach. You must've gotten lost in your thoughts, you had no idea how long had gone by or how long Stiles had been talking to himself, before the door was opening and the sharp sound of keys hitting the bowl by the door was back.
"Well, that was fucking humiliating." Noah grumbled, waving a back with the pharmacy's logo on the front and you snatched the plastic bag from him.
"It's real good to see now just how well you'd handle everything." You jabbed, his eyes widening a little at the implications, and you walked away from him. As you went, the smell of reheated leftovers was making you feel like you might just throw up once again, and you were more than grateful to seal it out with the closing of the bathroom door, your head spinning a little.
As you settled yourself in, you tried to distract yourself from what you were doing, using an extra amount of soap and distracting yourself with the floral scents it had, once the stick was sitting out on the counter, the timer on your phone counting down. On the other side of the door, Stiles cursed, something about burning the inside of his mouth, and your lips flicked up at the edges in slight amusement.
Then, the latch on the door was undoing, and Noah was stepping through, a frown on his face when you glared at him, crossing your arms over your chest.
"Oh, come on, sunshine. What the hell was I supposed to say, huh? I love you but this is terrifying! I'm not ready for kid, and we're always so careful, so I was caught off-guard. Maybe I had a bad reaction, but you can't be mad at me for it, because I don't think you're all that happy about it either, an-"
Your phone beeped, and he went silent, both of your eyes snapping over to the device. Your gaze then lowered, looking down to the strip below the phone, and feeling your knees almost go weak at what you saw. "It's negative."
"Oh, thank God." He mumbled, looking relieved for just a second, before his eyes were widening, and his gaze was moving back to you. "I mean, well, I do mean that, but-"
"No, you're right, I'm sorry for getting mad. I was just really stressed. I'm really glad it's negative, that wasn't fun to do alone."
"Yeah, well, next time we do that, we can do it together, and it'll be a much happier and much more anticipated occasion." He whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead and letting out a relieved laugh.
"You-" The door slammed open, Stiles falling inside and pointing at you both. "You have food poisoning. Like, seriously, you couldn't tell?" There was a half-eaten bowl of leftovers in his hand, and his point turned to it. "You couldn't tell this was off? It tastes like ass."
"You would know."
"You're both fuckin' idiots, this chicken was fucking raw!"
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💭 mitch rapp getting horribly sick but acting like it’s not as bad as it is and ignoring your pleas to take care of him but he soon caves in and he’s just very pouty and clingy
u got it!
he would be so insistent that he's fine
it starts out as a tickle in his throat that he keeps trying to clear and feeling a little stiff
he just grumbles about 'post-mission stiffness' as he makes his way around
and you tell him that he might be getting sick
to which he growls a little
"I'm in the CIA. I fight terrorists. I don't get sick."
"okay, big boy, well, you have fun at the gym, and when your ant to admit you don't feel well, I'll be here. or at the store. I'm not sure yet."
"I'll be perfectly fine, don't you worry. pick up eggs when you go out."
grumbling when you don't let him kiss your lips, only your cheek
when he comes back, he's a bit of a mess
he's sweaty, but not the 'hot boyfriend from the gym sweaty' but more the 'slight green around the edges and clammy' sweaty
he thinks he's the hot version
being very flirty. he has a point to prove
"I'm fine. you normally love me back from the gym. you love me. you love me lovin' you. wanna shower with me?"
getting moody when you still won't let him kiss you
"you're still on this sick thing, huh? okay, well, I'll shower alone. I hear it. I know what you're thinking. get your head out of the gutter."
snickering when he walks away all moody and horny
cooking dinner, and making something a little softer
because he's not noticed it yet but his jaw or swelling a bit
and later in the evening, around dessert time, you start to notice the wincing he gets when he swallows
but he's still in denial
you give in and do kiss him goodnight
very very briefly, but it makes him smile like the sun
he starts snoring during the night, and he never snores
but he has a blocked nose, and he's sweating
it wakes you up, you barely get any sleep
but you turn the fan on for him and even mop his forehead
and the fact that he doesn't even stir when you do clues you in
because he's normally the world's lightest sleeper
when he wakes up, though, he finally admits it
you've been up for a while, he slept in
and he sort of staggers through to the kitchen, looking like shit
"I don't feel so hot. I normally feel hot. I am hot."
"Not today you're not."
"Don't bully me. I need coffee."
"I made you tea."
he would grimace, but accept it
and basically melt into the counter when he sits down and takes a sip
"d'you put honey in this, honey?"
"honey, lemon, and a herbal teabag."
"I love you so fuckin' much. I need to call Stan."
"I already did."
"I'm gonna' marry you."
rolling your eyes and grinning into your coffee
he gets so clingy all day
you keep trying to go about your regular day
but now he's dramatic, because he admits it
"you can't go out and leave me here, I'm sick."
"you're cleaning? I need to be held. I could be dying."
"can you do that thing with my hair you did when I got shot?"
laying with his head in your lap
falling asleep there too, and snoring again
making him soup for dinner, and he loves it
he has three more bowls
running him a bath and putting all the nice smelling salts in that he usually complains about
washing his hair for him and scratching at his scalp
making sure he takes some medicine
and when he falls asleep that night, it's because he is exhausted
he sleeps for eleven straight hours
but before he falls asleep, curled into you the same way you normally are to him
"I really am gonna' marry you someday."
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💭
🥳Drunk Noah Stilinski hc? Drunk Noah Stilinski hc please !
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drunk noah would be so giggly
he would just be very smiley and happy
he's a relaxed drunk
he's not massively clingy and needy, just as much as usual
but he does get a lot more smiley and relaxed
and that does mean a little more public affection if you're out and about
if you're out at a bar or with friends, his hand will always be wrapped with yours, but he doesn't hide his heart-eyes so much
he will just stare with adoration and love
always wanting kisses
but he's also a sleepy/lazy drunk
so he doesn't get drunk in public very often
most of the time, he just wants to hang out at home
laughing a lot more and being smiley
telling stupid knock-knock jokes
retelling funny stories that everyone has heard, but he doesn't remember that he's told it before, so he is very active
also a little louder than usual, often has to be shushed
but back to lazy
usually just hanging out at home, watching movies or playing video games
with you and stiles, sometimes derek too
but because he's lazy and happy that means drunk cuddles
either laying with his head in your lap so that you'll play with his hair, or having you very, very close
constantly holding onto you, but groaning every timehe has to get up
"are you getting more drinks?"
"will you get me a snack?"
"is anybody getting up any time soon?"
"can you pass me.. that.. thingy."
also very easily distracted
will get a lot more like stiles when drunk, whereas stiles gets more like noah
he talks about a lot of random things
and can be fidgety with whatever is in sight
talks faster than usual and wants to talk about a lot of different things
before eventually getting tired, and then he just starts getting sleepy
having to be dragged to his feet and basically carried to his room as he drags his feet
"you're staying, right?"
"where've you gone?"
"I miss you, come back to- oh, hey."
"do I still have socks on?"
honestly he would just be adorable
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💭 or 💬 taking care of Thomas the first time he gets sick, like a fever or something that requires him to rest
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he would be so whiny omg
like it's just a cold
he's fine, nothing serious
but from the second he opened the door to see you on the other side, he basically melted
"you came to look after me?"
"well, I don't have much experience as a girlfriend, but I'm pretty sure it's what we're supposed to do."
he would just kinda' follow you around his own apartment like a lost puppy
you get comfortable first, because you were on shift, but you plan to stay the night
so you get changed, and set off a load of laundry for him, including the bed sheets, because fresh sheets make everyone feel better
also, forcing him to take a bath with bath salts and olbas oil
taking a bath with him when he eventually makes you cave
letting him lay against you and playing with his hair as you do
forcing him to get out before the water gets cold, though
drying his hair for him so that the chill doesn't get worse
and he slumps down into his dresser with a happy little look on his face because of it
redressing the bed after making him a hot drink with honey and lemon to sip on
also, making him homemade chicken soup
and he stands behind you the whole time
his arms around your waist, face pressed into your shoulder
sick tommy is an even clingier tommy
eating with him at the table and just chatting
telling him all about what he missed out on at the station
"will you stay the night?"
"and risk letting you die in the middle of the night if I left? I'm not going anywhere. but I have to leave early for work."
"I'll be here for you when you get home afterwards. I feel a little better already. just being with you."
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💬 Can you do a blurb with Stuart? 🤭☺️ Something fluff and funny. They're dating.
You're so great Chloe ☺️ lot of hugs
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"Baby, do you know where my phone is?"
"Good one." You mumbled, continuing the stirring of your coffee, raising it up and sighing happily at the smell of the rich ground beans.
"No, I'm serious. I can't find it, like, anywhere." Stuart stepped into the room, one of your brows rising as you peered over the rim of the mug you clutched between both hands. He sighed, waiting until the cup was lowered, before leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to your lips, licking the taste of coffee from his own when he pulled away. "I feel naked without it."
"You're such a weirdo." You teased, and he scoffed at you, plucking the half-drunk mug from your hands. "Why don't you just retrace your steps? Where did you last have it, what's the last thing you remember doing?"
"Well, we went out last night, and I had the reservation booked on my phone, so I probably got it out when we went to the restaurant." Hopping up to sit on the counter, your legs swung a little, and he took a gulp from his pilfered coffee. "I took a picture of you when we had our drinks, you looked pretty in the lighting."
"You did?" Your cheeks flushed with warmth, and his soon followed, pink tinging the pale skin under his glasses. "That's cute."
"Yeah, well, so were you." He smiled, moving back toward you and stepping a little closer, free hand clothing over your knee and thumb rubbing lightly. "My mom texted, and I replied to her. Just after our mains were cleared away. I put my phone down next to my wallet. We ordered desserts, and I paid for the check while you were in the bathroom."
"Like a true gentleman." You mumbled, leaning in to bump your nose against his, his chuckle washing over your skin.
"Gotta' keep a catch like you, can't let you get away from me." He leaned a little further, another soft kiss, and then he pulled back, a sharp gasp as his face when a lot redder than it had been. "I think I left my phone at the restaurant."
"You did what?" You grinned, trying to cover your chuckle, and his eyes were going a little glassy, fading away for a second, before his blush was moving all the way up to his ears.
"Stop laughing at me!" His voice was like a whine, and you could only giggle more at the tone of his voice. "I was distracted last night, when you started getting flirty and moved to my side of the booth!"
Images were flashing behind your eyes, everything that had taken over you both in a wine-drunk haze of love and lust, stumbling into a taxi and trying to keep your hands to yourself, before struggling to even open the front door as his lips had traced your neck. Phantom memories of his hands on your skin and the feel of everything he'd given you still lingering on every nerve and cell. "So, you forgot your phone because you were too horny to pick it up?"
"You kissed my neck, and bit the shell of my ear, how the hell was I supposed to have a single sentient thought in my head?" He grouched, moving away from you and placing down the coffee on the counter beside your thigh. "I'm gonna' have to call the restaurant. This is so embarrassing."
He was muttering to himself as he walked away, and your cheeks were aching as you tried not to laugh. "Love you!"
"This is your fault, you temptress!" He shouted back from the other room, and this time, you couldn't hold back the giggles.
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Can we get a 💭 with stiles going on honeymoon? Congrats on 9k🥳
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he would be so god damn hyper in the airport
"if you spend half our honeymoon money in the airport before we leave, I'll divorce you when we get back."
getting himself all loaded up on a sugar rush
and crashing once the plane has taken off, he sleeps pretty much the entire way there
the two of you deciding to do a trip around europe, because there's a lot of history and culture, and it'll keep stiles busy
renting a car for driving all around europe
and stiles complaining the whole time that it's not as good as his jeep
he would want to do so much sightseeing
taking so many pictures
plus, he brought multiple cameras
he borrowed isaac's photography camera
and he bought a bunch of disposable cameras
as well as a polaroid camera he bought once for printing photos for the crimeboard
plus, his phone
and he takes photos of absolutely everything
"do you really need a picture of your coffee?"
"it's the best coffee I've ever had."
"really?"
"yes."
"you've said that about every coffee on this journey."
"they just keep getting BETTER."
"I think we should move you to tea."
and he is absolutely insistent on trying so many new things
"I'm gonna try snails."
"we should try currywurst."
"what do you think is in paella valenciana? I don't care, I'm eating it anyway."
not to mention how literally in fucking love he would be
we all know this man is soft as fuck when he's in love
"baby, you look so pretty today."
"stay right there, I love that lighting for you."
"can I get some kisses?"
"can I see your ring again? it looks so good on you."
not to mention how much he would flirt with you
"damn, girl, you look fine. you got a man?"
"you should come by my room tonight?"
"can I buy you a drink, pretty lady?"
but, he would still get so breathless and overwhelmed when you make the most of honeymoon sex
a lot of new lingerie
"oh, god, fuck, you look- I mean- fuck"
struggling very much to keep his hands to himself
all. the. time.
"stiles, get your hand off my ass."
"stiles, this is a public pool."
"stiles!"
but actually giving in a lot of the time
making out in a lot of corners and closets and elevators
because let's be honest, you're just as in love with him
when it all comes to an end, he has bought a lot of stuff
actually having to buy a spare suitcase to put it all in, and pay the extra baggage fee
he falls asleep on the plane again, but wakes up halfway through
"we should go on vacations more often."
"with our lives? I'm surprised we got to go away at all."
"we're gonna get back to chaos, you know that, right?"
"yeah, but, as long as I'm married to you, I'll be just fine."
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