sanjiweek

Isak's always had a complicated relationship with sleep.

In which Mickey is an artist and Ian is a model and they do this weird thing where they fall in love super hard without all the shitty darkness of south side still being held over their heads. But love is never easy, so they have to learn to be an actual couple as best they can. The question is how badly can they fuck it up and still keep going?

A series of one-shots, attempting to write an IDW transformers story for every kink on the kink bingo dreamwidth.

Isak, who didn’t want to kiss him on the street—even as Even’s mind was shouting yes yes please let’s show them let’s show them—but now shoots him a small, coy smile, who leans in and brushes his wicked mouth over Even’s, softly, without much fire but with so much heat, it leaves Even trembling, quaking inside. He feels his hands involuntarily clench into fists at his sides, and he almost chokes with how much he’s trying to hold back, to resist the urge to grab, to take. But oh God, he wants.

5 times Ian tried sticking with his pills, and one time he really did.

You didn't understand what you had done to deserve this. You were no angel but you had never done anything too fucked up to end up with a stalker! Though you wanted to think that you were safe, then Angel was more then glad to show you how wrong you were.