you, undeniable you, by returnsandreturns

you, undeniable you, by returnsandreturns

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” Jake asks, for the fourth time. “Because we can just ditch that thing, toss it out a window, do it missionary like the founding fathers intended.”

“Do you still want it?” Amy asks, also for the fourth time.

Jake looks at the strap-on that’s finally strapped on, hanging between Amy’s legs. She’s still wearing her old NYPD sweatshirt, standing in Jake’s bedroom with her arms at her sides, smiling down at him where he’s sitting on the edge of the bed.

“…yeah,” he breathes. “Yes, yeah, I want it.”

Adult, established relationship. Amy fucking Jake with a strap-on – sign me up right the fuck now… *fans self*

Seventy Years of Sleep, by nikka ursula

Aren’t all the good stories
always like this?
Passed from one mouth to another
with one or two things melting into the tongues
of those who preach the sanctified word.
Forever lost,
altered history.

We’re seventy years worth of good stories
and for seventy years, many have tried to tell them.

But somehow in all the madness
of good people and bad people
of right and wrong
they forgot to tell the story of how much I love you.

As if the heavy slope of my shoulders
doesn’t write a hundred paragraphs.
As if the way I look at you
doesn’t write the singular ending.

You are my epilogue,
my prologue,
and every chapter that exists in between.

Everybody, sit down.

I have a story to tell.

Stories. Seventy Years of Sleep, nikka ursula (n.t)

Thirteen

Thirteen

drakamena:

tmifanfiction:

Author:

HollowIsTheWorld

Pairing: platonic Jalec
Rating: K
Word Count: 2,202 words
Summary: “You asked me to be your parabatai, and I realized there was one person who didn’t think you were better than me. You.”
Thirteen was a rough year for Alec Lightwood, but it wasn’t all bad.

This is so good!

Alec tried not to hate Jace for it. It wasn’t Jace’s fault he was such a good Shadowhunter. It wasn’t Jace’s fault that Alec wasn’t. It wasn’t Jace’s fault that Izzy looked up to him, tried to copy his every move in training. It wasn’t Jace’s fault that Maryse and Robert seemed to like their new son more than their old one.

Aww, this gave me the warm fuzzies, so lovely!

Scribble-Doodle: Make-Believe

drakamena:

A tragically sad Jalec drabble, an AU with no powers. I wanted to try something different, a different form… TW: death.

“… and when I found out that the treatment didn’t work, that he was dying, I decided to give him what I’ve always known he wanted: my love, the love of a lover, not just that of a friend, and I gave him everything, I held nothing back, because it wasn’t about me, it was about him, and I never thought I could feel that way about another man, not once, but I did, I did, about him…

… and you know what the most tragic part of this is? Just before he died, he said to me, ‘Thank you for pretending.’”

Way to break my heart in so few words… 🙁

fine and mellow, by reservoirgays

fine and mellow, by reservoirgays

“Bucky, wait, it’s okay,” Steve says, shaking his head. But Steve tells Bucky that pretty much everything he does is okay, so he’s not buying it.

“No, it’s really not,” Bucky protests, rolling out of bed. He can feel his face flushing and tears threatening to spill over onto his cheeks from embarrassment. He chokes them back, annoyed. “I’m 20, not some stupid teenager who does…that,” he finishes lamely, already heading back to his own cot. Steve grabs his hand before he can.

Adult, comic!verse. This is smut of the best kind, shameless yet sweet.