attractive older man

Imagine having amnesia and being utterly fascinated by your husband Severus Snape

(Woooo more Snape fluff :3 I did my best to incorporate all the elements of the requests! Aka Make reader fangirl over him xD So hope it is as requested and you all like it :3 Gif not mine/found it on google/credit to the original owners.)

As you opened your eyes, you found yourself looking up at a strange ceiling. From how high up it seemed, the building you were in was something more familiar to a castle.

You couldn’t figure out exactly where you were but the last thing you remembered before blacking out completely was that you were helping a child hold up a wand it seemed and said some strange words before your eyes just gave out completely.

Looking around, you saw a curtain surrounding the bed you laid upon and quickly realize you might be within an infirmary or hospital. You heard some chatter on the other side and some footsteps nearing. Suddenly a distinct voice could be heard and strangely it made your heart jump.

Never have you heard such an intoxicating tone, you thought, it was so much you didn’t even take notice of his harsh words or how he was grumbling towards some woman.  Surprisingly, he seemed eager and demanded her to let him see you.

You couldn’t understand what a man of such authority wanted with you but you hoped in anticipation to meet him. To your surprise, the man simply moved the woman to the side and pushed the curtain away.

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Squeaky Clean

The Request: The reader is a member of Rick’s group and is there when Negan comes back with Carl. While he waits, he looks around the area and decides he wants to take a bath in one of the homes. While he’s taking a bath the reader is there helping him with whatever he wants & Carl is in another room. The reader sees Negan lounging in the bathtub & decides to have her way with him. Smut it up! I’d love for it to get down & dirty!!!

Characters: Negan, Reader (OC), Carl

Rating: Mature 

Warnings: Swearing & Smut

AO3 Link:

Originally posted by rikkisixx

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Be My Serpent {Reader Insert}

Imagine: Finishing a five year college degree is exhausting. Moving into a new town is daunting. Isn’t it good that the local gang leader is happy to lend a hand.

Summary: With no plans for her future, {Y/N} moves to Riverdale in hopes of figuring things out. Alas, the ideas cut short, and so every night she finds herself trudging into the local bar. A couple of weeks go by, and tension rises between herself and a rather attractive older man. One day, she caves, and he gets what he wanted the first day she rolled into town.

Warnings: F/M Smut, Unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, kids), Reader is about 23 (no underage activities of any kind)

Request?: Yes! First one too! Anonymous asked for an FPxReader, where she doesn’t really know what to do after college and so moves to Riverdale. As requested, I’ve made it smutty (apologies if it’s crappy, first smut text piece ever). Hope it’s up to your standards, little nonny.

Word Count: 2379

Tag list: Let me know if you’d like to be tagged in any/particular posts.

Disclaimer: I do not own the gif, credit to the user that made it. The Riverdale characters are not mine, credit to the writers and producers. If you do not like smut, do not read this piece. Let’s say there’s a slight alteration in the plotline of Riverdale, where FP is divorced and so this is not morally wrong whatsoever.

A/N: Sooooooo, my first smut piece. I’m quite happy with this, tbh. But of course, do let me know what you think! I’m always open to criticism, it is the only way I can improve and write what you want to read, after all! And my ask box is always open to new inspirations. Enjoy, my little bookworms 🖤 

Originally posted by riverdalebish

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@hazel-the-witchHey Hazel! Thanks for giving me carte-blanche on this, and I hope you liked where I took it! I just couldn’t resist including awkward Derek and insecure Stiles :D Happy Holidays to you!

Stiles is not attracted to Derek. Not at all. And no amount of half-naked werewolf showing up bleeding on his bed is going to change that.

by @yoshifics

Stiles had known it from the first time he’d seen Derek.

I’m never spending any length of time with that guy, he’d thought.

It hadn’t only been Derek’s murder face that had convinced him to promptly give up the idea of attempting something with the man. Sure, he’d seemed like a grumpy murderer at first glance, but Stiles knew better than anyone how hard bad first impressions could be to shake off (Mrs. Carlson two houses over still eyed him warily whenever he got within 20 feet of her front door).

No, the true problem was not in Derek’s face. Or rather it was, but not in his expression as Stiles had briefly entertained. The root of the problem laid in Derek’s everything!

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I’m pretty sure I’m too old now to be attracted to Peter Parker but being attracted to Tom isn’t weird cause he’s like two years older than me. Ya win some ya lose some I guess??


At your 20th birthday, suddenly your grandfather got you a map of treasure. He said that is the MAP of the LOST HEART MARIA that consist a HUGE RED diamond with a heart shape that worth a HUGE FORTUNES. But now you’re in trouble, a pack of criminals called “THE PHANTOM OF SENGOKU” send you a letter that said they would like to steal that map and take that treasure, alone!. Felling hopeless, you tried to ask for help at the police but you didn’t expect that THE POLICE SQUAD are bunch of HANDSOME MEN!

Shingen Takeda as The “Passionate” Detective

Wow, just wow. That bulk and carefree guy is your detective that would like to ask you a lot of questions even it’s personal question like, “Do you find an older man attractive?” WTH! Of course you will, if it’s HIM! You always feel so easy around him eventhough sometimes he will act demanding but it’s okay because he always ready to protect you. He likes to call you “Kitten” and your first encounter will be like—

“Oh, you’re so tiny and cute like a kitten!”

“Excuse me?”

“Don’t worry Kitten, Daddy-Tiger is ready to protect you at anycost!”

Kenshin Uesugi as The “Charming” Police Chief

Are you sure that charming and beauty man standing in front of yourself is a POLICE CHIEF? You shook you head for a while because you still haven’t believe it. Isn’t he is a model from Calvin Klein or Hugo Boss? But your insecurity washed away when you heard him talk like a professional with his coworkers. With the calm smile he reassure you that everything will be ok. Oh, he always has a smile that could calm your nerves.

“Don’t afraid, Flower. Everything will be okay.”

“But I’m so afraid that they will hurt me. I will not give this map to them. This is my last connection with him(your grandfather)”

“It’s okay. I will protect you and your treasure. . no matter what. I swear it!”


p.s traced the pose from famous haikyuu fanart any grammatical or tense error are due my mistake please ignore it. Thank you

You Should Know Better Pt.4

(Part One) (Part Two) (Part Three) (Part Four) (Part Five) (Part Six)(Part Seven) (Part Eight) (Part Nine) (Part Ten) (Part Eleven) (Part Twelve) (Part Thirteen) (Part Fourteen) (Part Fifteen) (Part Sixteen)

Summary: After dismissing class early, Natalie walks outside only to get into a heated argument with her ex. Joe, after settling himself down, stumbles upon the mess and inserts himself into the altercation. 
POV: Okay, I really fucked with the POV here, but it’s supposed to be Natalie’s
Characters: Joe Merriweather, Natalie, Landon
Word Count: 2600ish??
Author’s Note: This chapter literally picks up right after the last one, so, if you haven’t read part three, go ahead and read that sucker now. I don’t know why, but I struggled a bit with this chapter because having to control more than one person is a bitch. 
Quote:   “The moment people run out of ways to socially express themselves, they resort to physical violence.”



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May I Dismiss Myself?

Originally posted by jdmfanfiction

Summary: Negan accompanies you and Carl during family time dinner while Rick is away. Although, your attraction to him makes you feel so unsteady that you dismiss yourself from dinner and Negan goes up to your room to check on you to observe if you’re really feeling under the weather.

Warnings: Language, Negan’s vulgar mentions.

Kid, pass the motherfucking rolls, would ya?” Negan’s husky voice responded as he took a long sip of his sweetened lemonade that you prepared. Carl simply shot him a death glare, remaining still as a statue.

You gulped nervously as you felt a lump in your throat form. “Carl-” You cleared your throat, noticing your reply sounded more like a croak. “Pass him the rolls. Now.”

Your younger brother hesitated but finally obeyed your command as he passed the attractive, older man, the rolls that were lightly buttered to perfection.

Negan’s hazel eyes scanned you seductively as Carl handed him the bread, his teeth coming in contact with his bottom lip as your eyes met his. A dry chuckle escaped from his lips as he continued making your heart pound even faster than it already was.

“Shit, looks like you’re smoking hot sister likes being dominant, doesn’t she?” His tongue flicked across his bottom lip, smirking devilishly as he maintained eye contact with you.

You bowed your head as you sat in the chair, avoiding eye contact. His seductive appeal was already making you feel anxious tonight, but him complimenting you in such a explicit manner made it even worse. Yes, you liked Negan. Quite a lot actually. Way more than you were supposed to.

Carl angrily pursed his lips, “Stop talking about my sister that way.” He practically demanded as he quickly stood from the table with his fists clenched.

Negan watched in amusement imbedded in his eyes as he chuckled loudly, slamming his fists on the table. “Now, that fucking shit is hilarious. A one eyed little bitch telling me what to do. So cute. I advise you to go up to your room, kid.” His tone became more stern at the end of his sentence making you feel queasy.

He had an intense stare down with Carl that could practically stop a war causing you to speak up so your brother wouldn’t be ripped to shreds. “Carl, go up your room. I’ll bring you some dessert, okay?”

Carl scoffed angrily at your bizarre antics. Around Negan, you were putty in his hands and your brother finally was suspecting it. “Fine but I don’t think dad is going to like you kissing Negan‘s ass like you have been.”

With that reply, he left you alone with Negan.

You nonchalantly sipped your lemonade slowly, your hand shaking in the process. Thanks a lot for making me look a fool, sweet brother, you thought.

“Well damn, that shit was embarrassing as hell!” I’m sorry you had to witness that, doll.” Negan responded as he licked the butter off his fingers causing you to lick your lips.

A snicker of amusement escaped from your full lips. “I’m used to it.” You began to cut your steak with your knife until your felt a hand squeeze your thigh making you slightly jolt.

A smirk plastered onto his face as he recognized how nervous you were. “Didn’t mean to startle you, doll. You just look so beautiful tonight.”

You gulped, biting your bottom lip as his eyes met yours once again. “T-Thank you Negan. May I be dismissed from dinner?”

A smirk toyed onto his lips as he arched his eyebrows. “May you be dismissed? You’re talking to me like I’m your daddy. I like that. But why the hell do you want to be dismissed? Do I frighten you, baby?”

His face was only a couple inches from yours as he pushed your body against his which caused your back to came in contact with the stove.

“Um.. uh n-no. I just feel sick, that’s all.” You stammered skittishly, quickly pushing past him to make your way up to your bedroom.

He chuckled darkly as he watched you jog up the stairs, crossing his arms over his broad chest. “I don’t believe I said you were dismissed, doll.”

You ignored him, instantly shutting your bedroom door. You were aware you were acting like some freak around him, and running away just because he was so attractive wasn’t such a valid excuse. It was foolish.

You jumped in your skin as you heard a loud knock interrupt your pondering. “Maybe your sick from your cooking, darlin’. You need to add some fucking seasoning more often. Just sayin’.”

Your eyes widened, scoffing at his obnoxious suggestion. “My cooking is fucking excellent!” You declared as you opened the door forcefully.

He chuckled amusingly, licking his lips as he performed his signature lean. “It damn well is, sweetheart. I know how women are sensitive to their cooking. Just wanted your fine ass to open the door and stop acting like a little kid.”

You let out a sigh of relief. “I-I’m just feeling a little under weather, Negan.”

He pouted playfully as if he felt sympathy for you, his hand slowly sweeping across your forehead to your neck where he caressed sensually. “Don’t feel too hot, baby girl. You don’t look sick. Are you lying to me?”

You gulped as you nodded slowly “You just make me feel really nervous. You make me feel so different than other boys do.”

He licked his bottom lip, removing a strand of hair from your angelic face. “That’s because I’m a man, doll. I could tell you weren’t sick anyways. Just all hot and bothered, huh?”

You scoffed playfully, pushing him away as you walked back into your room. “You wish!”

He jerked your arm back into him, placing his lips onto yours blissfully. You let out a sigh of satisfaction, continuing to feel his satin like lips press against yours.You grinned in the kiss, feeling his teeth against your lips. “You should have done this earlier.”

“Now you’re dismissed.” He excused you, smirking as he winked at you before walking down the stairs.


Characters: Derek Hale, Scott McCall, Stiles Stilinski, Lydia Martin, Allison Argent, Chris Argent, Kate Argent, Reader.

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You sat straight up on the couch, not daring to glance at the group of people who whispered about you. You could feel them all glancing at you, can’t believing the fact that you even existed. “How the hell did this happen?” The red head whispered to Derek. “Well, you see, the birds and the bees have a special bond.” The dimpled one said, earning a glare from everyone. However you tried to suppress a laugh, keeping the corners of your mouth from tugging up. “Derek, what if she’s a werewolf? What if she can hear us?” The one with the adorable brown eyes commented.

Nervously, they all turned to look at you at the same time. “Okay,” the girl who stood by the red head brought back everyone’s attention, “don’t you think we should just ask her instead of talking about her when she could possibly hear us anyway?” She asked. They were all silent, contemplating on what she had said. Swiftly, they all moved to sit in front of you. “So.” Derek said gruffly. The dimpled one rolled his eyes.

“What’s your name, first off?” The one with the adorable brown eyes asked. You smiled softly at his kindness. It was more than you were ever shown in your sixteen years of life. “My name is Y/N.” You said. You refrained from saying Hale, due to the fact that it looked like your father was still shocked and boggled out of his mind. “Y/N Hale?” The dimpled boy asked.

Derek glared at him, running his fingers through his dark tossed hair. “Yes,” you said quietly, “Y/N Y/M/N Hale.” You sighed, only glancing at Derek. “How old are you?” The dimpled boy asked. “I’m sixteen. I was born on Y/B/D.” You said. “That’s today. Um, happy birthday? Who’s your mom?” The brunette asked.

“All I know is her last name,” you said to her, “Argent.” Everyone shifted uncomfortably. “Derek?” Scott called to him. “It fits. The time line fits.” Derek mumbled. “Y/N, I’m Allison.” The brunette introduced, sitting next to you. “That’s Lydia, Stiles, Scott, and Derek.” She said.

You simply nodded. “Your mother’s name was Kate.” She explained. You turned to her, a look of confusion on your face. “How do you know? Have you met her? Is she here? Do you know where I can find her?” You asked frantically. The thought of meeting your birth mother overwhelmed your heart with joy and fear. You’ve always wanted to meet her, to know why she gave you away.

“I know her because—because she was my aunt.” Allison answered. Your eyes widened in realization. “You’re my cousin.“ You exclaimed shakily. She nodded her head, slowly smiling. “It’s nice to meet you.” She gleamed. You squeezed her hand lightly.

“Okay, so, how did you find me?” Derek asked you. “Well, when I was born, my mother put me up for adoption. I spent two years trying to find you. All of the other kids were getting adopted, and I was being left behind. I just wanted to find you, and my mom. So when I was thirteen, I broke into the office of my adoption center and found my file. It was a closed adoption, and the only thing they had for my mother was Argent, and for my father, Hale.” You explained. Everyone was listening to you intensely, especially Derek. Hanging on to hit every word. “I searched for all of the Hales and Argents in the Texas area, but there was no one.” You sighed. “So, I made my search nationwide, and I found Argent Arms.” You told Allison.

“That’s our family’s gun company. We sell firearms to the law enforcement.” She told you. Our family. The words rang in your ears, loud like church bells. “When I turned fourteen, I finally found you here. It took me a whole year to finally come your door, and here I am.” You huffed, relived to get it off of your chest. You waited so long. So long to finally come and meet Derek Hale.

To finally meet your dad.

“Allison, maybe we should call your dad?” Lydia suggested. Her voice was light, and soft. She seemed sweet, her strawberry blonde curls falling over her shoulder. “Yeah, that’s a good idea.” Scott piped in. Allison nodded, giving you a small nod before leaving the room to call your new uncle. You sighed heavily, trying to calm your rapid heart.

You could feel Derek’s eyes on you, taking in every detail. You turned to look at him, returning the stare. You found it intimidating how he didn’t turn away, but just kept staring at you as you started at him. “You look so much like your mother.” He whispered. You could practically feel his heart break. “That’s funny,” Scott said, “because the moment I saw you all I could see was Derek.” He said.

“I still can’t believe it.” Stiles muttered. “You and Kate have a kid. That is a whole new level of messed up.” He said. The comment hit you harder than you had expected, not registering the fact that apparently no one here really liked you beside Allison. You think. “Stiles!” Lydia snapped. “Wha—? Oh, crap. I’m sorry, Y/N. I didn't—” Stiles began, however you but him off.

“It’s fine, Stiles. I’m used to it.” You mumbled, wrapping your arms around your body. Allison came back into the room, placing herself next to you once more. “My dad’s on his way. We’ve offered you to come home with us, if you’d like, of course.” She smiled softly. You glanced at Derek, seeing his hardened expression looking at his hands. There’s no way he’s gonna let me stay here. Not with all of this going on.

You nodded, “Thank you.” She smiled tightly, “Yeah, and Lydia can come over. We can go grab something to eat, maybe go bowling.” She smiled. You glanced between her and Lydia, shrugging you agreed. “Can we join? We don’t really have anything else to do.” Stiles asked. Lydia and Allison said yes, the four of them planning the night away. Meanwhile, your eyes were trained on Derek from across the room.

He moved away after Allison asked to go bowling. You knew he was defiantly having a hard time dealing with the fact that some stranger just popped up out of no where, claiming to be his long lost daughter. However, he was exactly as you imagined him. Strong, and cunning. Now you knew where you got your eyes from. You wondered what else you got from him too.

There was a knock at the door. The sound echoed through the entire loft, strong and loud. “I got it.” Scott said. He walked over to the door, sliding it open to reveal a very attractive older man. “Hey, she’s right over here.” Scott said, gesturing to you and Allison. This must be Allison’s father.

It’s all in the eyes and the way he holds himself. Allison stood up, gesturing for you to follow. You stood beside Allison, your face unreadable. You were feeling a mixture of emotions. Happiness, dread, excitement, fear. “Hey, dad.” Allison smiled.

“Allison.” He nodded. His voice was deep, a bit of roughness lining the edges. “This is Y/N.” Allison said, gesturing to you. You smiled, holding out your hands towards Allison’s father. “You have her smile.” He whispered, his voice barely audible. “Hello.” You said.

His breath hitched at the sound of your voice. I guess that sounds like my mother’s too. “Hi. I’m Chris Argent,“ he smiled, “I’m Kate’s older brother. I’m your uncle.” He said shakily. “It’s a pleasure to meet you Chris.” You replied. “Shall we?” He asked, referring to the door. You and Allison nodded, bidding farewell to the others.

Just as you were closing the door, you whispered to Derek. “Goodbye, Derek.” You said, trying to hard not to say dad.

Experience isn’t Everything (Smut Appreciation Day)

Quick Info - Idea inspired from one sent in by my bestie @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid. Dean gets the waitress John was eyeing
Word Count - 845 (Seriously, how can smut be so short?!)
Warnings - Blowjob, language

Experience isn’t Everything

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The Silver Fox

A/N - Another original fic, another awful title because coming up with names is the worst part of writing for me by far! But hey, I tried. Anyways, I’ve been itching to write a new original fic since it’s been quite a while since my last one, and after I got this little idea thanks to my still-going strong crush on one Mr. Haywood, I just had to run with it! A huge thank you to the lovely @mandywritesrtthings for encouraging me to write this in the first place and taking a look at the very rough drafts of this giant thing! Full disclosure - this is an AU, so as per usual, the kids/ex-wife mentioned are not IRL Ryan’s, they’re just fictional constructs spawned from my tiny human brain! Oh, and this AU-Ryan is a good bit older than current IRL Ryan, hence the silver fox-ness. Handsome older men, yo.

EDIT - I maaaaaaay also have some ideas for a sequel to this, so if there’s enough interest and if I can convince myself it’s not a terrible idea, who knows, maybe we’ll see more of this…

Pairing - Ryan x Reader

Warnings - Swearing, sex, mentions of alcohol, attractive older man, mentions of theatre.

Word Count - 5, 639

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Why Do You Hate Me?

It’s amazing how a perspective of a person can change depending on how they treat you.

When Jack first met Joe, he thought the older man was funny and kind, and someone who he could get along with quite well. Until suddenly Joe was cold and bitter towards him, displaying all the signs of someone who hates another person. Jack didn’t know what he had done to warrant such hate from a person he barely knew, but any kind feelings he had for the other man slowly changed and morphed into those of distaste, to the point where Joe Sugg’s name left a bitter taste in Jack’s mouth.

None of their mutual friends knew what happened, much like Jack they were left in the dark. The only person who knew was Joe, but he was telling no one. And so Jack shrugged it off, and simply put up with the older man when their group came together, usually just ignoring Joe and talking with someone else and doing his best to ignore the occasional glare sent in his direction.

If Joe was going to hate him for no reason, then so would Jack.

In the beginning, Jack did try to figure it out, the reason for Joe’s dislike of him, he really did. He had wracked his brain, going over every single interaction between him and Joe and every single word that had been exchanged. Jack had even asked the others, trying to get their opinion on the matter, but no one had an answer. As time went on, and Joe continued to express a dislike for Jack, the younger man just let it happen, let his own feelings change until they barely looked at each other when in the same room.

“Wonderful,” Jack mumbled to himself as he walked into Conor’s flat, his eyes falling on the familiar body sat on the couch.

“Maynard.” Joe greeted him coldly, his eyes on his phone, a frown on his face.

“Sugg.” Jack replied, glancing around the flat, “Where’s Conor?”

“Ran out.”


A heavy silence fell between them, and Jack was tempted to turn around and leave, because being anywhere but here would be better, except this was his older brother’s flat, and he shouldn’t have to leave.

So Jack moved further into the flat, falling into one of the comfy chairs Conor had in his living room, pulling his own phone out of his pocket, trying to ignore the other body sat near him.

It worked, for about five minutes, before Jack couldn’t ignore the tension between them anymore.

For some reason, the thoughts he used to have, the ones that left him wondering what he had done to wrong Joe, came flooding back. Jack’s eyes darted from his phone screen to Joe’s face, which was still turned down to look at his own phone, void of emotions, his eyes darting across his screen.

One of the first things Jack had ever noticed about Joe was how attractive the older man was, and even with the now bitter feelings, Jack still found himself attracted to Joe. Which really only made things worse.

“Take a picture,” Joe said suddenly, causing Jack to jump lightly, his cheeks flushing lightly as blue eyes lifted to meet his, “It’ll last longer.”

“Not much to take a picture of.”

“Then why were you staring.”

“Wondering why my brother left me in a room with someone who hates me so much.” Because Jack had been studying Joe’s face, he caught the way the other man’s jaw tensed slightly at those words, how his eyes flashed with an emotion too quickly for Jack to catch, and how he shifted in his seat.

“If I had known you were coming, I would have left.” Joe said instead, his words sharp.

“Why do you hate me?” Jack found himself blurting out, his mind not able to stop the words from spilling past his lips, but now that they were out, he wanted the question answered.

“Sod this,” Joe mumbled, standing from his spot on the couch, slipping his phone into the back pocket of his jeans, “Tell Conor I had to go.”

“You can’t even give me an answer, can you?” Jack jumped to his feet as Joe headed for the door, his back to the younger man. “Instead you’re just going to run away. Fine.”

Joe froze, his body rigid and tense, his hands clenching and unclenching at his side.

“I don’t hate you.” Joe’s tone was low, but the words sounded loud in the room.


Jack watched as Joe turned around slowly, his eyes locking onto Jack’s instantly.

“I don’t hate you. You just think I hate you.”

“You’ve treated me like shit since the day we met!”

“And I have my reasons.”

“Then enlighten me, or I’m just going to keep thinking you hate me.”

“Go ahead. I don’t care.”

“Of course you don’t,” Jack shook his head, “You’re impossible.”

“Are we done?”

“Do I not deserve to know why you hate me?”

“I don’t hate you.” Joe gritted out, “Stop saying that.”

“You barely look at me, you have never once called me by my first name, you treat me like shit, and you couldn’t even be in the same room as me for ten minutes.” Jack explained, stepping towards Joe, “So yeah, you clearly hate me.”

“It’s not hate! It’s fear!”

Joe’s words echoed off the walls, and Jack blinked slowly at the man in front of him, “Fear?”

“Yes,” Joe sighed, “Happy?”

“You’re scared of me?”

“No!” Joe’s eyes widened as he stared over at Jack, “Not you!”

“Then what the hell are you afraid of?”

“Because…gods this is stupid,” Joe let his head fall back as he stared up at the ceiling, “I like you, Jack.”

“I’m still lost.”

Joe slowly tilted his head back forward, looking nervous, “I’ve never liked a guy before. But then you walked into my life. And suddenly…I got scared, okay? I got scared because I realized I liked you like I’ve liked girls in the past. And it terrified me. So I figured pushing you away was easier. That way my feelings couldn’t grow.”

“How’d that go?” Jack asked softly, stepping closer to Joe.

“Really shit, honestly.”

“Are you still scared?”

“Bloody terrified.” Joe swallowed as Jack’s hand brushed against his, “What are you doing?”

“I liked you, Joe,” Jack told him, “And then you pushed me away. But I think those feelings are still there. So if you want to give it a try,” He searched Joe’s eyes, looking for a sign to tell him to stop, “Then I’m willing.”

“I…I think so.”

“Oh thank gods,” Jack muttered before he pressed his lips against Joe’s, relieved when the older man returned the kiss only moments later.

“What the hell is going on?!” Conor’s sudden exclamation caused the two to jump apart, their cheeks red. “I thought you hated each other!”

“That’s what I thought,” Jack smiled, pulling Joe closer, who had his eyes locked on the floor.

“Well,” Conor snorted, “If I had known leaving you two alone would have made you stop hating each other, I would have done it ages ago.”