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words-for-holland · 3 years

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Christmas Admirers Teaser |T.H.

Pairing: Fratboy!Tom x Reader

Summary: Tom Holland and Y/N have never crossed each other’s paths in the 3 years of their college career. but can a silly letter change all that?

Loosely Inspired by Dash & Lily and every other cheesy Hallmark Christmas Rom-Com Movie out there.

A/N: This wont be a series but this story is going to be really long when it’s done but tbh not sure if Im really like how its coming...Ha...ha.. But I’ll still do a taglist for this when it’s completed so feel free to add yourself if you’d like.

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Wanna Play a Game?

All it took was one bright red letter and four words to intrigue the most beloved, foreign exchange student of New York University, Tom Holland. If his name sounds familiar to you, then you already know the answer to the question that just popped in your head. Yes, not only was Tom Holland a well renowned actor, he was also a student exploring the wonders of college along with his best friend Harrison. Some say he was only attending to prepare for a role, others say he did it to have his fun with sorority girls, and a very small percentage believed he was actually trying to get his degree in theater. Whatever the reason, college life suited him well, being the head of the Beta Gamma Sigma Fraternity, living the bachelors life with a new girl around his arm every week, but it was all the same...until he found that red letter sticking out of an abandoned shelf in the Potter’s Library.

He remembered it clearly, the day he found it. Tom had reluctantly arrived at the Library assuming his mates would be there to actually study for an exam they had this upcoming week. Lord knows if they didn’t pass this final with at least a C this semester, they would surely relive the nightmares with Professor Gonpu in the next. Yet to no surprise, none of them came and ditched last minute as the pool of messages started to flood his phone.

“Great.” Tom muttered to himself as he took a seat at the far right corner of the library. The area was empty, and as he slouched on the wooden chair and pushed it back, the boy hadn’t realize how close to the empty shelf he was. With a single thud, came a small red letter floating above and gently making its way down to his lap. The inviting words peaked his interest, and while he checked both front and back for a name, the letter should have been addressed to...there was none. He unfolded it and read it to himself.

Do you want a play a game?

You seem like the type of person that has nothing better to do, so let’s make it a little more interesting. I wont tell you who I am, but if I deem you worthy...I just might.

Still with me?

I’ll give you five clues to figure out this location. Everything you need is here in the Library. And...if you even think about using that phone, you might as well put this letter back where you found it. After all.. you’re in a library and it’s got all the information you need. Ready?

Tom looked at it puzzled by the words. “Do people actually do this shit?”, he thought to himself. He continued to read on, examining each clue and the 5 lines next to them.

1. You’ll find your first clue, deals with a tragic romance. He had all the money in the world but never ends up with the one he loves.

“Too easy.” Tom smiled to himself as he quickly looked for The Great Gatsby. He referenced the red letter seeing only 3 spaces for the first clue. “Jay” he whispered to himself, as he triumphantly wrote out the words.

2. Know what else is more shitty than dying and not having the love your life? Writing a depressing poem about the love your life dying. Or as Poe would imagine, a beautiful maiden by the sea.

He smirked at the line, knowing fully well the poem that the mysterious letter was referencing, and quickly headed to the poetry section. Tom scanned the row of books, until the black book with white lettering caught his eye. Flipping through the broken pages, he found exactly what he was looking for. “In this kingdom by the sea, but we loved with a love that was more than love, I and my Annabel Lee.” he muttered the lines, a smile slowly creeping up. Tom writes out the word “Lee” in the 3 lettered blank. “Tragic Romance, how typical.” he says to himself. Though his voice was laced with disinterest, it was Tom’s favorite poem, but he’d never tell anyone that.

It continued on this rhythm of deciphering clues and running around the Library like a chicken without a head to figure out what the letter wanted from Tom. He had been so focused that his plan to study for Gonpu’s final and meeting with the fraternity has completely flown out the window. As of now, Tom’s main priority was to find the answers to the letter’s puzzling challenge. Maybe, if he answered it, he would know who the mysterious writer was.

Then it happened. The last clue was solved, as Tom quickly wrote out the final word, examining his work and trying to make sense of what he found. There were no other instructions left on the letter which only made Tom more puzzled. It wasn’t a name. It wasn’t a thing. It was a place on campus. Jay Lee’s Coffee Lounge, the most serene coffee spot you’ll ever find in NYU. It offered all the essentials needed to focus and complete your work all with a side of great cold brew made in house. People say it’s NYU’s best kept secret, but really it’s because students will rarely go since it’s so out of the way.

He made it to the shop after thirty minutes, and stepped into the calm atmosphere. The smell of gingerbread lattes hit him once he opened the doors, and soft chatter between students filled the air. He looked around the area in hopes to find the person who wrote the letter. Perhaps they were waiting for him, but it was unlikely since Tom wasn’t even sure if the letter was written that same day. For all he knew, he could be wasting his time, and yet....it didnt feel like it. Almost as if he felt he was meant to be here.

“Mate, what are you doing here?!” Tom followed the robust British voice as he whipped his head to the counter. His best friend Harrison, dressed in a Jay Lee’s short sleeved shirt.

“Harrison? You...work here?” He asked voice filled with confusion. Not once did Harrison tell Tom about his side job. In fact it was almost offensive to think the blonde hair bloke would even it hide it from him.

“Yeah...I didn’t really tell anyone because well you know, it’s the last place people would expect a frat to be working in. Reputations and all...What about you? I didn’t think this place was your type of thing.” he asked.

“It’s not...” he paused for a moment, debating on whether to tell Harrison what he found. If it led Tom here, Harrison might know who wrote the letter. He hoped it was girl...God he really hoped it was. “Actually, I was at the library today waiting for you divs --”

“Oh yeah sorry mate.” Harrison looked at Tom apologetically.

“No, its fine really. But I found something interesting, and --”

“Tom, if it’s another blonde wannabe model, I --”

“Bloody hell, Harrison just listen to me. I..” Tom paused for a moment to quickly check his surroundings before pulling up the red paper. “I found this red letter. Made me go on bloody goose chase and led me here. You dont happen to know anything about this do you?”

Harrison took the letter and examined it thoroughly reading the lines word for word and the notes Tom made next to them. He was just as intrigued, but unfortunately shook his head, unsure of the answer to Tom’s question as well. “Sorry, Mate. I have no clue. Never seen anyone here writing out a red letter before.”

Tom held the letter, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Was this it? Did he really just waste a whole 3 hours in the library and 30 minutes worth of gas for nothing? “I just dont understand.” he muttered.

“Look if you really think the person that wrote this letter wanted you to be here, why don’t you just write a message in it and post it on the corkboard? Im working the entire week, so I’ll keep an eye on who grabs it and let you know.“

It didnt seem like a half bad plan, Tom nodded in agreement and grabbed a pen from his bag, writing his reply in the empty space, the mysterious writer was so kind enough to leave. He posted it on the corkboard, and turned back to his friend.

“Dont forget.” Tom pleaded.

“I wont mate.”

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kenmashoe · 3 years

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❝christmas cookies❞ kuroo tetsuro.

day one of ❝ 8 days of holidays with haikyuu❞

drabble pairing: kuroo tetsuro x reader

summary: ❝ Your first Christmas break with your college frat boy boyfriend. He’s invited you to spend Christmas with him and his family in his hometown, but your plans got a little delayed and you’re arriving a day late so he’s baking cookies for you to go “home” to.❞

word count: 672

genre: fluff

a/n: guess who’s back after a LONG hiatus. yes me, me. i hope yall haven’t forgotten about me because i have not forgotten about you. MERRY EARLY CHRISTMAS with this kuroo fluff thing that i wrote hazily just because i wanted to come back and wish you all. i’ll try to update daily for 8 days in a row ALTHOUGH THAT WILL BE A HASSLE knowing how lazy i am. anyway i love you all and i hope you’ve been staying safe, mwah! <3

“Kuroo.” his name rolled out of your mouth a little more aggressively than what you intended it too. Tapping on your phone’s screen gently, your nails made a weirdly entertaining sound and your pout slowly faded away. “I missed you.”

From behind the screen, you could see the way his mouth turned upwards in a half assed goofy smirk, while plopping the cooking ingredients on the counter. “I was gone for THREE minutes.” Three slender fingers were held up. “And I was still IN the kitchen.”

“Not IN my range of view though.” You had to stare at a random part of his kitchen, from where his phone was positioned; all the while he gathered everything he needed to bake cookies. A giggle escaped your lips at the thought. He was baking cookies, Christmas cookies, while video calling you, in your dorm room, a whole city away.

Rolling his sleeves up in a swift motion, he looked at you who were now chuckling, confused. “You seem really into it, Kuroo. Maybe you’ve chosen the wrong thing to major in.”

His eyes shot up from the bowl he had poured the flour in, to look at you dead in the eye. “Maybe if someone didn’t cancel on me last minute, I’d be really into SOMEONE right now.” Sinking back further into your bed, the chuckles you were trying to compress, became a full on laughter. “Ew gross!!”

“Yeah, me baking cookies alone is gross. I wonder whose fault that is” He was looking down and his fairly long black hair had fallen over his forehead but the amusement was visible in his dorky cocky pout. You couldn’t really take him seriously when he was being like that. A big smile was plastered on your face, as your eyes followed his every moment. “Cmonnn baby, it’s just one day.”

A throaty sigh left him as if he was trying to compose himself to keep his act up. “Love to see my girlfriend/boyfriend thinking a day spent with me is just ONE random day.” The emphasis he put on “one” seemed to make even him break his resume ‘cause you watched his chest rise and fall in silent laughter.

“How about you stop being a dork and tell me why isn’t your mom baking them, but you?” He looked up at you again. “How about you stop being an ungrateful gremlin and appreciate the fact that I’m doing this for my partner?” Both of you, just looked at each other’s eyes, no one blinking, seemingly having turned it into a competition, before you broke into a smile again. “Cutie.”

A heartfelt laugh he had been keeping in for so long finally made its way out, followed by a head shake. “I’ll see how witty that mouth is tomorrow, when you’re not kilometres away.” Something was clearly wrong with you, because your reply to his sexual remark was another laugh.

“You know what Y/N, pack it up and go back home. My parents were excited to meet you, but I don’t think they’ll be happy seeing their son with a mentally deranged lover.” You bit your lip, trying to remain serious, but it was impossible. He ignored you and kept working in silence for a few minutes, stealing glances at your dumb founded silly self and smiling to himself. That’s why he loved you is what he thought. You made everything a little bit more fun; you made everything a little bit more cheerful.

After calming down and getting over an awe struck moment of staring at your boyfriend, you finally spoke seriously, feeling gushy all of a sudden. “So, babe, are your parents really excited to see me?” He nodded. “I am too.” A faint blush creeped up your cheeks and you felt them burn, but you couldn’t let the chance slip away. “Yeah, too bad I’m packing it up and going home though.”

The last glimpse you got of him was that with a fed up smile. “I love you” he mouthed before hanging up.

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marvelousell · 4 years

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The Agreement (Part 10.)

Pairing(s): frat boy!fwb!Tom x reader, frat boy!Harrison x reader

Summary: Tom is a typical frat boy, his love for partying, drinks and girls are bigger than his ego. Y/N is a whole different dimension, she keeps her circle small, and even though she knows her best friend Tom is a total douche, she can’t say no to the little deal that was sealed between the two of them.

Word count: 3.2k

A/N: This one really made me so soft even though I wasn’t feeling this part because I was loaded with work and every word didn’t seem good after I wrote it, but I’m kinda happy how it turned out in the end. Also the end is coming, just a few more parts and honestly I’m not ready🤧. Thank you for all the lovely feedbacks, reblogs and comments, I always appreciate every single one of them.❤️

Warnings: SMUT 18+, unprotected sex, swearing, tiny bit of angst

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“Did you like, talk to him or saw him for the last couple of days?”

It was already a week. A prolonged week without a call, message, visit, anything. Tom made sure he wanted nothing to do with you after your short and direct words, and it broke your heart.

You were confused, a complete mess, nothing felt the same after the door was shut that night. You were waiting for Tom to finally acknowledge you after all those years, but it looks like it wasn’t the right time. He was your best friend, how could you function like you used to when he wasn’t here to listen to your stupid stories and rambling. Tom was your routine, someone who could always make your day better with the tedious stories about his so-called love life. And the fact that he didn’t want you back in his life like his best friend made you think if he ever even cared about you.

Still it was for the best.

“Tom? Yes, he was at Harry’s yesterday with us.” Anna answered.

She knew something was wrong, you were asking questions about him for the past few minutes and yesterday Tom didn’t want to answer anything that was related to you.

“Oh.” You wanted to go, but you were definitely not ready to see him, everything was still fresh for the both of you. Also the thought of him ignoring you and not wanting to talk to you would sure make you cry right there in front of everyone. You just weren’t ready.

“He was there with Gracie, who would have thought that our famous womanizer could settle down.” She laughed, trying to cheer you up, however she made the situation even worse for you.

Gracie? So the date went well after all, and now they are together. He was serious about that, but not about you.

Your throat tightened after her words, teeth deep in your lower lip, trying to stop the urge to cry that was forming in your whole body.

“Gracie? They are dating now o-or?” You stuttered, still refusing to look at Ann because she would figure everything out, she knew you like the back of her hand.

“Yeah, I think so? Did something happen?” She questioned, brows furrowed while she was waiting for your answer.

You were addled, this situation was eating you up and you just wanted to talk about it with her.

“No.” You said quietly, debating if you should tell her the truth.

“Good, now the truth please.”

Of course she didn’t buy that.

“Nothing, we just had a little fight and we’re not talking at the moment.” It was the truth, but not the entire one.

“A fight? How and why? That’s why he didn’t want to talk about you yesterday.”

He didn’t?

“I don’t know, and I don’t want to talk about it if that’s okay. I’m sorry.” Your voice thick, emotions flying everywhere.

“Don’t worry Y/N you two are like yin and yang, two opposite worlds but you complete each other perfectly. You are best friends and believe me he can’t function without you as much as you can’t without him.” Her arms wrapped around your shoulders, telling you through the hug how things were going to be alright.

“I hope so, if he doesn’t put Gracie as his first priority because she is someone that he needs now.” Anna sensed a pang of jealousy in your voice, but she didn’t want to point it out still unsure about that.

“No one can break a bond like that, just like ours. Tom and you will make things right in no time.”

“Thank you Ann, please don’t tell Harrison about this. I just told him that I wasn’t feeling well so I couldn’t come yesterday. I don’t want him to think that I don’t believe him enough to say my problems to him or something like that. I really like him.”

“Tell him what?” She smiled, acting like the conversation didn’t even happen.

“Thank you Ann.”

“Should I just leave to let you admire her? I don’t want to collect your eyes when they fall out from too much staring.” Anna joked, finally realizing that she was talking to herself for the last thirty minutes.

“I’m sorry, she is so distracting. Can’t keep my eyes off of her.” Harrison chuckled, feeling embarrassed that he got caught.

But he couldn’t help himself, you looked arresting like always. Your new hair style looked amazing, and the familiar pastel dress was making you look angelic. You were talking to Amelia, laughing your heart out and not to stare was a big difficulty for him. Your smile warmed his heart and he could sit here the whole night looking at you.

He was sure that he was in love. Absolutely in love, and everybody could see it as well.

Harrison wasn’t the guy that kept his feelings a secret, if he had the chance he would scream to every single person how much he was in love and how happy you made him feel.

“You know, I’m so elated for you two. Seeing you so content after everything, and her beaming around you is enough.” Anna began, looking at you two exchanging small grins and glances.

“And the fact that you don’t hide your love for her is something that makes you special.” She added, tapping his shoulder.

“I love her, I do truly. I wanted to tell her so many times, but I’m afraid that for her it will be too soon.” Harrison explained. He wanted to say the words multiple times when you two would snuggle in your bed, having small talks about everything, but he was scared that maybe you would think it was too soon, just like Emily did. That maybe he would make things feel awkward in your relationship.

Emily was on his mind recently a lot. Harrison reassured himself that she should not make him feel like this. You were an angel, you were nothing like her.

“Listen, I know Y/N since we were little and I know more about her then she does. Y/N is a hopeless romantic, nothing is to soon for her. Take my advice show her how much you love her. She feels the same.”

Show her how much.

“Having fun you two, did Anna finish her ramble time?” Both you and Amelia approached the small table in the kitchen where they were sitting at.

Harrison’s arms were fast, bringing you in his lap. The giggles were making his heart stutter, he held you close to his body like he was afraid that you were going to leave.

“Tonight I was my own ramble buddy, because our boy couldn’t stop staring at his stunning lady.” Anna answered, sending you a wink.

In just three weeks Harrison showed you everything, made you realize how much in love you were with him and that he was the one who was worth your time. The first week was rough without the brunette boy that always lit a spark in you. But Harrison, even if he didn’t know the truth, made sure your day with him was filled with nothing but pure happiness. He was patient with you and even when you would say that you were not in the mood because you were not feeling well, he would always held you close, cherish you like he had the magic to suck out every bad thought.

It was his kind heart and endless love that made you stop overthinking about someone who didn’t even bother to call after everything that happened. You both deserved unconditional love and you made it clear to yourself that you would give that, just like it was given to you.

Your arms were around his neck, cheek pressed against his head and you were grinning from ear to ear.

“She is my beautiful girl, of course I can’t keep my eyes off of her.” He showed his white teeth, smiling broadly at you.

Harrison’s palm was on your inner thigh, stroking your soft skin rhythmically. Your sweet scent filled his nostrils as he leaned his face near the crook of your neck to place an innocent peck there.

“You’re so sweet.” He mumbled, Anna and Amelia now long gone leaving the two of you to have some privacy.

“And you’re adorable, I want to kiss you all the time.” You brought his face close to yours, kissing him gently on the lips.

Harrison squeezed your thigh, the other hand lingering on your back. Every kiss was better than the previous one, and the feeling of your warm lips sent goosebumps down his spine.

“My girl.” He said, giving you a one last peck.

“Want to take you home now.” Harrison added, Anna’s words replaying in his head.

“No one’s stopping us.”

The smile grew wider, and the excitement was rushing through his body. No one could do this to him like you did.

“I swear evenings like this make me more exhausted than parties.” It was just a friendly invite to Harry’s house, nothing special, you all did that frequently. Tom wasn’t there, Gracie was sick and as a caring boyfriend he didn’t want to leave her side.

You didn’t want to say anything, if it was the truth good for him because he finally showed how he can keep a girl and if he was lying, well..that was his problem.

“The only good thing is when we come home after it and just enjoy the rest of our night.” You weren’t living together but your home was his and his was yours.

Harrison’s arms travelled to your sides, palms placed firmly on your belly holding you close to him. He knew how you loved hugs like this, relaxing your head on his chest while stroking his arm slowly.

Tonight he wanted to show you not just tell you how much he cared about you and most importantly how much he loved you.

You exhaled through your nose after you felt his lips press a light kiss behind your ear. He continued, peppering your neck with kisses going down to your shoulder. The time stopped, his lips were the only thing that you could think of, a hum escaping from your mouth after he slowly pushed the dress so he could kiss your shoulder.

“You’re an angel.” He whispered, smiling against your skin feeling nervous like he never did before.

“I have been distracted the whole night with your beauty, I’m so lucky.” He added, turning you around so he could see your face.

“I’m way luckier, you made everything better.” You said softly, pressing your hands on his chest feeling his chaotic heartbeat.

Your heart was racing as well, from exhilaration, contentment, love.

The night will be special, you wanted this to happen but you were worrying that it would be all too soon just like he did. You both wanted this first time to be memorable.

“It makes me so elated to call you mine.” His hands grabbed each side of your face, thumbs running up and down your cheeks.

The huge grin on his face could make everything better in a second, and he made you feel so desirable at that moment. Your lips fitted like a puzzle, it was a beautiful match.

“Please let me show you how much I care.” He said before he kissed you passionately again.

“Show me.” You were craving his touch, and you didn’t want to procrastinate this.

That was enough for Harrison to send positive shivers down his spine, picking you up to guide you both to the bedroom.

The small tug on his shirt made him smile during your kiss, you were both impatient.

He wanted to make this night about you only.

The soft fingertips were dancing on your skin, removing your dress carefully. He could feel your shyness mixing with your neediness.

“It’s okay beautiful, don’t cover yourself. Love every inch of you.” He stated, running his hand down your body, placing kisses all over it to show how much he admired you.

“You’re beautiful. So beautiful.” He repeated, feeling the need to let you know every second how gorgeous you really were.

“I want you.” You whined, bringing him back up close to you, kissing his lips steadily.

“Tonight is about you.” He spoke against your lips, his hot breath tickling your skin.

The ache between your legs was becoming distracting for you and all you needed was his touch on your pulsing core.

Harrison was feeling the same, his jeans became tight all of a sudden. The erection throbbed inside his boxers, and the thoughts about you wrapped around him sent waves of excitement.

“Oh shit.” You cursed, relaxing in his arms.

He cupped your breasts giving them a slight squeeze. Your hand was on his wrist, trying to move it to your hard nipples. Harrison got the message but he still took his time.

His body lowered down, face near your chest leaving open-mouthed kisses, stopping when his lips came near your areola. He was already amazed by you, your body was like the most beautiful painting that left him speechless.

The whines and moans were becoming more audible as his fingers came to your breasts to play with the erect nipple. Your skin was so smooth and delicate against his touch, it was making him go insane.

“Please Haz, more.” You begged, his lips capturing yours.

“It’s all about you angel, don’t worry.” He said in between kisses, your back arching when his palm came in contact with your clothed heat.

“Need me here?” He asked, moving his fingers in a slow motion, teasing the clit accidentally.

You hummed in response, removing his shirt and jeans so you both were half naked.

Small kisses were left on your body as he travelled down to your pussy that was already begging for his attention. Harrison wanted you to memorize every touch of his, every kiss and every move.

The panties were removed leisurely, thighs spread so he had a great view of everything.

You were showing him all of you, every sensitive and intimate part and nothing made him more happier than the realization that you trusted him. For Harrison it was the most important thing.

“My sweet girl, you taste heavenly.” He admitted, licking long stripes on either sides of your pussy, concentrating on your clit after it.

“My God Harrison.” Your fingers were in his curls tugging on them slightly.

His tongue and mouth were working together perfectly, causing your nerves to go wild every time he would suck on your clit gently.

“You’re my sweet one, am I right?”

“Only yours.” You choked out, feeling your climax approaching.

“I promise I will let you cum on my tongue as much as you want to, but now I want to feel you cum around me, please.” He pleaded lowly, pressing soft kisses on your pussy and inner thighs.

“Please, want that too.” You swallowed half of the words, closing your eyes.

He could say that he was practically addicted to your lips, the desire to kiss you every second was high. Your lips moved against each other hotly, soft wincing mixing with his moans.

“I love you.” He finally blurted out. He finally said what he intended to say a long time ago. The pounding in his chest was so hard and loud that you could definitely hear it.

“I love you. Let me show you how much angel.” Words replaying like a broken record in your ears, a genuine smile creeping upon your face.

You wanted to respond but his lips were already on yours, hand going down to his shaft.

“May I?” He breathed near your earlobe while his other palm was caressing your body.

Harrison was gentle, always. Always asking for consent, always checking if everything was fine and always making sure that you were satisfied, just like he was.

That was something that Tom didn’t show, or at least was afraid to show. Maybe you weren’t the one that deserved that.

You were once again lost in your thoughts instead of enjoying this lovely moment between you two.

His tip was already in, bringing you back to reality. Your toes curled from the feeling, it was slow and passionate a total difference from him.

“Are you good angel?” He questioned, brushing your cheek tenderly.

“So good, please move.” You grabbed his palm, kissing his knuckles.

Harrison pushed inside of you steadily, his free hand clenching your hips. The warmth from your walls was a whole new and pure feeling, and breathing was suddenly an unknown term for him.

“God, you take me so well. You’re amazing.” His words made you weak.

He began to move his member slowly. Your bodies moved superbly, his eyes were focused on you and on his shaft that was sliding in and out of your glistening core.

Your eyes were fixed on him the whole time, and all you could think of was how ready you were to say those three words.

Harrison’s chest was now on yours, and before he could close the space between your lips you cupped his cheeks to stop him.

“I love you.” Your sweet voice spoke in between the moans.

“I love you Harrison.” You repeated yourself, placing a kiss on top of his lips.

It was like he was dreaming, everything with you seemed like the most beautiful dream.

The smile on his face said everything. He kissed you hungrily, giggles escaping from your mouth.

You were so content tonight, he was making you feel so good, but he also wanted to show how pretty you were, inside and out.

“Fuck, you close love?” He asked, his movements increasing in speed, trying to bring you to the edge.

You nodded, tugging his hair and clenching around his hard member. You moaned loudly as the orgasm washed over you, your hips grinding against his.

“Beautiful.” He never saw no one looking that beautiful while coming for him.

Harrison’s thrusts grew sloppier, his climax was close, so close.

“I’m here beautiful.” He groaned, kissing you once again, coating your tight walls.

You both were whining from the feeling, moving your lips lazily while he still stayed inside of you.

After your breathing slowed down, and your bodies stopped to shake from pleasure, you both smiled at each other.

“I really love you.” He said, brushing your hair slowly with his fingers, placing a peck on your forehead.

“I love you too. Thank you.”

“Let me take care of you now.” Harrison spoke, picking you up bridal style, moving to the bathroom.

“You’re crazy.” You screeched, both of you giggling uncontrollably.

“Only for you.”

Harrison ran you both a bath, filling it with everything you wanted and had in the bathroom.

It was an intimate moment, bodies so close but there was no need for more at the moment.

Your back was pressed on his chest, head resting on his shoulder, the position you adored the most. His hands were all over you, stroking your skin tenderly.

“You are incredible Y/N, you really make me happy, you really do.” He broke the silence, pecking your neck multiple times.

“I should thank you for trusting me and showing me what love really is.” You added, turning around to wrap your arms around the nape of his neck.

Harrison had everything he needed, and he hoped that nothing and no one could take that away from him.

It was just you, him and your love.

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February 2020 Angel Fish Awards

Every month all of you fantastic writers work your asses off to post some truly incredible stories. Our Angel Fish Awards are the way for all of us, as a community of writers and readers, to lift each other up and give praise to those who have captured our attention and deserve a few kind words.

The monthly Angel Fish Awards are peer-nominated, meaning ANYONE IN THE POND CAN NOMINATE ANY POND MEMBER’S FIC. While the Pond was founded to support the Guppies, everyone in this community deserves to be showered with love and feedback, and we hope that by opening this up as a Pond wide system, we’ll be able to share the love as far as it can go.

NOTE: WE’VE BEEN HAVING OCCASIONAL PROBLEMS WITH ASKS GOING MISSING. Please use the Submit button when submitting your nominations and make sure you’re signed into Tumblr or your URL won’t show. (If the form asks for your name and email address, then you’re not signed in.) If you like, you can also send a message to Michelle @mrswhozeewhatsis or Mana @manawhaat to check and make sure we got your submission.

WITHOUT FURTHER ADO, HERE ARE THIS MONTH’S ANGEL FISH AWARDS!

There are NINE (9) stories this month with more than one nomination!! Be sure to check through all ninety (yeah, that’s 90!!!) nominations!!

Nominated by @flamencodiva

Frat Boy (series) by @luci-in-trenchcoats

This is one of my all time favorite stories by Michelle! It was one of the first ones I read when I joined Tumblr. it is a really good read and I recommend it highly!

A River In Egypt (series) by @crashdevlin

Holy crap this is another amazing fic by Cassie! I mean the way she writes Sam’s inner monologue is amazing! and the rest is yet to come!

Darken (series) by @impala-dreamer

I love Beka’s Stories! This one is my absolute favorite! and my god was it angsty as hell and I ate it all up!

Nominated by @becs-bunker

The Accidental Sexter (oneshot) by @scorpiongirl1

OK, where to start with this one?! I honestly sweated my way through reading it. It was so hot and steamy and let’s be honest, even over 40, Dean can get it anytime. This just proves it!🔥🔥 Some accidents are so worth it, that one sure was!

Nominated by @erins-culinary-service

Call of the Ocean (series) by @flamencodiva

This is the first mermaid! Reader fic I’ve read but I’m loving it so much! It’s a collaboration fic, but the chapters go so well together you can’t even tell. It’s also a super slow burn and I know will be 100% worth the wait.

When You Fall (series) by @flamencodiva

This is such an amazing and dark fic. READ THE WARNINGS THOUGH!! There are a lot of things that could trigger someone, but if you do read the story it will leave you wanting more are the end of every chapter.

Fighting For A Future (series) by @flamencodiva

*Uncontrollable screaming noises* that’s the only way I can describe how much I love this and how excited I get when I see an update about this fic!

Running With Wolves (series) by @waywardrose13

This series rips my heart out every single chapter and I always come back for more because how could I not? It’s an angsty A/B/O fic and I can’t wait to find out how this ends since there’s still so much left in the fic to explore.

Nominated by @fictionalabyss

Privacy (oneshot) by @evansrogerskitten

Can I nominate this glorious piece of work for the AFA!? It gets right to the point and has you looking forwards to that climax at the end and what gets him there.

Porch Swing (oneshot) by @myinconnelly1

omfg. The angst was almost subtle until it wasn’t. Ripped my god damn heart out.

Unexpected (oneshot) by @tumbler-tidbits

When I wrote Sleeping with the wrong Winchester, there was next to nothing for small dick Winchesters. You don’t know how happy I was to find this in the pond! I LOVEEEEEE small dick Winchester fics. WE NEED MORE!

Never In Fact Homeless (oneshot) by @slowdownsugar

Perfect. It’s just perfect, that’s all that really needs to be said here. It’s short, and sweet, and utterly perfect.

You Can’t Save Them All (oneshot) by @sorenmarie87

It’s an older fic that I had forgotten about until I stumbled on it again. Its easy to picture the scene, her playing the piano with a broken heart, and Dean just being there so she isn’t alone. still beautiful.

Meeting Mr. Smith (oneshot) by @evansrogerskitten

Alpha!Dean Smith is just so.. *happy sigh*

Back to Him (oneshot) by @focusonspn

That ending really made this fic for me. It’s such a Dean ending. The determination to put his pain aside and and get someone back.

One Night Lover (oneshot) by @thing-you-do-with-that-thing

As always, I’m sucked in, and I can’t look away. By the end, I’m heartbroken and trying desperately to pick up the pieces and while begging to make it better.

Till the End of Time (oneshot) by @girl-next-door-writes

This made me so happy you don’t even know. I loved this. I love the idea of this. I just- I love this.

The New Sheriff (series) by @iflostreturntosteverogers

I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS TO START POSTING! Bad ass female main with a cowboy!Dean? Fuck yes! Get hyped, and get reading. *impatiently awaiting chapter 2*

Nominated by @thegirlwhorunswithwinchesters

We Know (oneshot) by @icequeen6666

Randomly came across this fic and, well, anyone who knows me won’t be surprised I couldn’t say no to a good dose of pure angst. I loved the pace in this oneshot. It was quick, but still managed to keep the suspense. And the ending broke my heart, as always.

Too Late, Now (oneshot) by @theholyfoxface

I don’t read many RPF’s but this one sucked me right in and there was nothing I could do about it. It was a beautiful combination of heartbreaking and heartwarming in a way I’m not sure how to describe properly. Yet, the author managed to do it absolutely perfectly.

You Scared Us (oneshot) by @theholyfoxface

Always love reading fics by fellow guppies and shining a well deserved spotlight on them through these nominations. This one I enjoyed very much. I loved the way Dean was portrayed as the more reasonable one while still being his stern self, trying to get things done his way.

You, Me & The Devil Makes Three (series) by @supersassyprobablysad

This series is very intriguing. I love the OC’s wit and the overall backstory of her and her siblings. Definitely going to keep an eye out for the next chapters to find out how this mystery will unravel.

Porch Swing (oneshot) by @myinconnelly1

Well, this sure broke me into a million pieces. I’m a sucker for angst and this piece of writing certainly delivered. It’s sad but it’s gorgeous and I’m in love.

A Day at the Cabin (oneshot) by @cloverhighfivewritestoo

All the fluff. This is so sweet, after reaching the end I went back and read it a second time right away. I would also like to say that Sam being the little spoon is something I can 100% get behind. Pun intended.

Let Me Go (oneshot) by @foreverwayward

Though the ‘Always keep fighting’ part definitely got me bad, I was an absolute fool thinking that would be the hardest part. This was so beautifully written, I don’t quite know what to say. I guess the heartbreak I’m feeling after reading this is all on me, since there was a fair warning given right at the top.

Notes (oneshot) by @kittenofdoomage

I stumbled across this fic and I just…… wow. Apart from the signature amazing writing from this author, which I keep getting blown away by, I just really loved the idea for the plot. The way it was set up with the secret blog and the notes while the brothers acted like they had no idea. I’ll say it again: Wow.

Nominated by @kittenofdoomage

Control and Release (series) by @thecleverdame

I lost five hours of my life to this beauty. It’s so perfect. I can’t even find the right words to describe how perfect this is. If you love Sam, and you’re into BDSM, or even if you just like really amazing smut, you need to read this.

The Oath (series) by @thecleverdame

This story is dark, so heed the warnings, but it is another brilliant masterpiece. Absolutely fantastic.

Call Of The Ocean (series) by @flamencodiva and @anathewierdo

There aren’t many mermaid AUs out there, so this is a rare gem. The story that these two are weaving is intriguing, angsty, funny, and just plain awesome. I’m really enjoying reading it and can’t wait to see what happens.

Just A Number (oneshot) by @crispychrissy

I adored this oneshot for all the following reasons; the reader is a badass, Dean is spot-on, and the smut was h-h-hahmazing.

Bury It (series) by @crashdevlin

Heed the warnings on this one, folks, it is not for the faint-hearted. It deals with some brutal themes, but it’s fucking awesome. I’m really enjoying seeing the journey from Dean’s perspective, despite how completely fucked up it is. lol

What Goes Bump In The Night (series) by @saxxxology

If you haven’t heard of Saxxy, you are missing out, especially where it comes to her Sam A/B/Os. This series is no exception to her amazing level of work; it’s dark and twisty and just beautiful.

All Our Sins (oneshot) by @impala-dreamer

It’s smutty, sinful, delicious - you just can’t go wrong.

Nominated by @impala-dreamer

Cherry Red (oneshot) by @dontshootmespence

I’m trying not to nominate you every month, but geezeus… HOLY HELL THIS IS MAGIC SMUT RIGHT HERE. ughhhh i’m a little … emotional about this.

Also, your writing is amazing in this. Like, it FELT like an old timey film and I dug that so much. Great, Great work.

‘He stares up with rapt attention, watching the curve of her body as she places herself over his knee; he’s pretty sure he’s died and gone to heaven, but he’s been to heaven before and it ain’t this fun.’

That line is magic. Mhm. Love it.

My Brother’s Keeper (oneshot) by @cleighwrites

I don’t trust a lot of people to write Wincest with the respect and soul-level love that I believe it should be written with, as such, I don’t read a whole lot of it, except from certain people.

THIS IS PERFECT. It’s hurt/comfort Wincest, which is my absolute favorite, and then you somehow made Sam into the perfect needy sub, and it was so well written and respectful to the idea and the characters and just… it was really really well done. Bravo. Thank you.

Dutiful (oneshot) by @stusbunker

Ya know that scene in Julie & Julia where Julie is trying to describe what eating an egg feels like for the first time and Amy Adams gets all like wide eyed and swoony and licking her lips and just…

Yeah, that was me reading this. God, that was good. Just… I can’t really explain it but I FELT it. Really Really good work.

Nominated by @sorenmarie87

Roots (series) by @manawhaat

I wish I could submit all three parts for a nomination because this mini series featuring JDM is so sweet and fluffy <3 Mana really knocked it out of the park.

More Than Anything (oneshot) by @iflostreturntosteverogers

This fic in particular, I know that Carrie was gonna through a rough time and who doesn’t love a good comfort fic? I know I do.

The New Sheriff (series) by @iflostreturntosteverogers

It’s no lie that I love AU’s and I was so excited when iflostreturntosteverogers said she was gonna write a Western AU. The set up for the first part is perfect and Sara, the OC girl - I would do anything for.

When You Fall (series) by @flamencodiva

I had this particular fic on my list to read for such a long time, and I’m glad I finally read it. The plot is a little heavy but I highly recommend this one. I can’t wait to see what she has in store for future parts.

Nominated by @mrswhozeewhatsis

Anything and Everything (oneshot) by @rockhoochie

I said this in my reblog of this story, but I want to say it here, too: This is freaking BEAUTIFUL! I had to look up the song quoted, and this is just so perfect for that song, and the song is perfect for this story. *throws kudos at Sarah forever*

Nominated by @supersassyprobablysad

Gods of Twilight (series) by @thecleverdame

It was an excellently written and refreshing take on the ABO concept and I really enjoyed it!

Protector (oneshot) by @fictionalabyss

It’s only 3 chapters in but I already can’t wait for the next one. I’m super excited to see where this goes and imagining Dean as a biker does all kinds of things to me lol

Lemon Drop (oneshot) by @impala-dreamer

It’s basically PWP BUT it is amazing none the less. Who knew that a Hypno Kink could be so hot?

Nominated by @fangirlxwritesx67

More in the Mortar Than the Pestle (oneshot) by @thoughtslikeaminefield

This is one lush, sexy story featuring Dean and the always-gorgeous Rihanna. An absolute treat!

Seasons (series) by @thoughtslikeaminefield

I don’t know how I missed this series but let me tell you, no one should miss it! I read the first chapter and wanted to wait, read the rest slowly, slowly. NOPE. I dropped everything, sat right down and read it ALL. It’s a beautiful Dean Winchester x OFC, told in an amazingly creative non-linear format, with chapters that follow the seasons of the year as well as the seasons of their relationship. It’s MJ, so of course I don’t have to tell you that her Dean is spot on, every detail is perfect, and the sex is mind blowing. Just - read it. But be aware that once you start, you may not be able to stop

Try (oneshot) by @there-must-be-a-lock

Look, honestly, Winchester baby fanfics are a dime a dozen. Which makes this one stand out all the more for how good it is. Lou describes it as “flufftastic smut” and it is, it really is. The sex is smoking hot, of course, but there’s so much meaning and emotion to it. I’m a Sam girl anyway, so the whole thing is just *swoons* *cries*

Nominated by @princessmisery666

Magnetic (oneshot) by @crashdevlin

Only a few words yet gave me all the feels. Exactly how I imagine Sam would be *swoon*

Just A Number (oneshot) by @crispychrissy

I am taking part in @beccaanne814 reblog challenge and it’s all about finding new authors and sharing each others works but I think this maybe the third fic of Chrissy’s I’ve recommended because she consistently writes stories I love and this was no exception. She gives me all the feels, laughing, crying, anger, sad. Basically I’m a huge fangirl and I don’t have to right words to express how much I love her work.

Nominated by @wingedcatninja

Good Literature (series) by @peridottea91

I don’t normally have the patience for a series, especially one that is still being updated. Thank goodness I signed up to beta this one because I would have missed out on some truly outstanding writing. The story is compelling, the characterization is on point, and the OC adds an intriguing layer. This could easily be a story arc on the actual show, and I highly recommend it to anyone who enjoys classic SPN.

Nominated by @thoughtslikeaminefield

Shackled (series) by @itmighthavebeenintentional

Valerie has long been one of my fave fic authors and one of my dearest friends. This was such an unexpected but welcome deluge of poetry and imagery. I was on the edge of my seat and breathless every time she sent me an updated Gdoc.

Please, if you read nothing else this month, READ THIS.

Nominated by @mummybear

Rules are Rules (oneshot) by @thoughtslikeaminefield

As soon as I read this fic i was hooked!! I have reread it at least four times at this point!! I freaking love it!! MJ is incredible and so is everything she writes! Since tumblr ate the stupid ask i sent her after reading, I figured I could do this at least :) Much love honey!!

Nominated by @supernatural-jackles

The Fun Behind Conventions (oneshot) by @focusonspn

I came across this bad boy while searching for something else and man was I excited to read this. This fic is hot as hell! Very very NSFW, but holy! There is nothing hotter than this kind of sandwich! It was so well written and the attention to detail left me… let’s just say I’ll be going back to reread this one! Amazing!!

The Accidental Sexter (oneshot) by @scorpiongirl1

This had everything I was looking for! Humor wrapped in a hot fic! Dean accidentally sending a naughty picture shouldn’t be this much of a turn on but this is - this is freakin’ awesome! Words can’t do this one justice! Please, just read this one and you’ll see exactly what I mean! Absolutely awesome story!

High School Bullshit (oneshot) by @fictionalabyss

I don’t know why this one struck me as much as it did. I read this one, then I lost it until I was thinking about it. I searched high and low trying to find it again so I could reread it! I really enjoyed this one because I could relate to it in some way. Never feeling like I could get the hot guy I had a crush on because of high school bullshit. I can definitely relate to this reader and it was nice to see something like this in a fic and have an outcome like it does! Awesome job!

Nominated by @thelittleredwhocould

What Lurks Beneath the Surface (series) by @saxxxology

I. Love. Soulless. Sam. So. Fucking. Much. Also there’s a line about Sam’s nose in the first chapter and I feel. Attacked. So rude.

What Goes Bump in the Night (series) @saxxxology

I love me some dark A/B /O and this series hits all the right buttons. Angst, a dark and gritty world, Alpha!Sam (*heart eyes*). It’s just ugh. So good.

About a Boy (series) by @percywinchester27

I think this series is going to be in my Hall of Fame till the end of time. Ana’s plot pulled my in from the first chapter and I’m so excited to see where this series goes!

There’s Something Strange (series) by @alleiradayne

I found this on AO3 by accident and immediately fell in love. The case is super interesting, the characters are well done, and over all I really enjoyed it.

Her Saviours (series) by @bamby0304

Been doing a lil reread of this series and rediscovering how much I adore it.

I Know Your Wife (She Wouldn’t Mind) (series) by @teamfreewill-imagine

I will forever recommend this fic to anyone who will listen. It’s the only RPF fic I’ll read and it’s just. SO GOOD.

Nominated by @myinconnelly1

Tighter Harder Faster (oneshot) by @impala-dreamer

Alright look this was just straight up dirty. Ok, what else can I saw but that I needed a cold shower after this.The Girl I Knew

The Girl I Knew (oneshot) by @emilyshurley

Uh, what can I say here? I have never been so honored to have fanfic written of my fanfics before, but emilyshurley has given me the highest medal, in the absolute cutest way imaginable.

Gods of Twilight (seires) by @thecleverdame

This fic was binge worthy. I could put my phone down and I simply wanted to hurry onto the next chapter. Seriously don’t read it if you need any time to adult.

The Private Invader (oneshot) by @negans-lucille-tblr

This was some dirty below the belt cheating. It was amazing, and I just was like *heart eyes* the entire way through.

The Truth (series) by @negans-lucille-tblr

While this type of fic is not normally my go to, it truly grips you and puts into the minds of the characters. I was actually scared and ashamed of myself feeling like I had done something wrong, when it was the characters.

Nominated by @tumbler-tidbits

Everything (series) by @there-must-be-a-lock

Sweet Holy Effervescent Jesus this is the hottest thing I have read in a long time! Its raw and messy and desperate, and SO fucking delicious! Lou even managed to get some fluff in too! Do yourself a favor and binge this fic! (just make sure your alone and have spare panties)

Bottle Service (series) by @thoughtslikeaminefield

This is one of my longtime faves, and it never disappoints! My girl MJ captures the true intimacy between the characters and a smut fic has never sparked such emotion in me. It’s beautiful, and passionate and there’s a sequel! It’s called Full Service and it is equally amazing!

Worthless (oneshot) by @maddiepants

This one just ugh *sobs*. Erica captures the struggle of self-harm in this fic very well. Its heartbreaking and soul shattering, but it also reminds you that you can’t trust those voices in your head, and that there is someone who cares about you. TW: thoughts of suicide and self harm.

Hard To Love (oneshot) by @maddiepants

I’m a sucker for a good song fic and Erica does this one justice! She really captures Dean’s self-hatred and really makes you want to wrap our favorite hunter in hugs. My bestie has a gift for the angst, but she gives you fluff too.

His Property (series) by @negans-lucille-tblr

This fic is glorious! There’s angst, fluff, and smut so hot you’ll be a melted puddle of arousal. Believe it or not Bee also managed to make me hate one of my favorite Supernatural characters! There is a definite twist in this one :)

Since You’ve Been Gone (series) by @negans-lucille-tblr

This series quickly captured my heart. I don’t remember what it was that captured me but the mix of fluff, angst, and smut certainly kept me around! The best part? There’s a sequel called “Now You’re Here” and in March she’s releasing Part three of the Trilogy!

Ask Me (oneshot) by @evansrogerskitten

This one is another favorite of mine by my girl Ash! This hits so many of my kinks there are not words to describe the hotness. In fact I’m pretty sure my reblog contained gifs and keyboard smashes lol. Read it! You’ll thank me!

With Wolves (series) by @bamby0304

This one is a classic favorite! This fic was my first foray into the A/B/O world AND series works. I was still somewhat new to the fandom and tumblr when I discovered it and I was immediately hooked! I love the way Amber has incorporated our favorite characters into this alternate universe while still maintaining their cannon personalities. It’s an emotional roller coaster, so buck up and enjoy the ride!

Spanner in the Works (series) by @bamby0304

This one has a special place in my heart! It makes me smile and squee and just overall make a fool of myself. It’s incomplete right now because Amb is on hiatus, but there are seventeen AMAZING chapters that you can read right now! I just love it, plain and simple.

Cupid Can Shove His Arrow Right Up His... (oneshot) by @bamby0304

Since it’s February, I thought it appropriate to share this yummy piece! Holy Fucking shit I LOVED THIS! The attitude, the sass, the fucking innuendos… THE FUCKING! Jesus Christ on a crumbled cracker, This one killed. Go beg Amber for MORE of this! And make sure you say PLEASE! We need to see ALL those scenarios played out… Read this one in privacy ladies and have a helper handy.

Wrecked (oneshot) by @thoughtslikeaminefield

JFC if this isn’t every Jensen girls fantasy! This one just ruined me! Wall sex, hand over your mouth, soft nips and kisses *shudders* give it a read!

Our Little Secret (series) by @sis-tafics

If you’ve got a kink then Jill’s got you covered 😏 This 25 chapter serious has it all! A little angst, a dash of fluff, and whole lot of smut! Each chapter explores a different kink between Dean and the Reader from the Readers point of view while Dean tries to show her how beautiful she is. I recommend you take the time and read the series in sequence, y’all will not regret it!

Midnight Blue (oneshot) by @rockhoochie

This Fic was so fucking amazing! Precise and descriptive words paint an amazingly vivid picture that fills all your senses! You can actually see, hear, smell, and feel the things going on between the reader and Sam! I could be biased since this fic hit nearly all my kinks *fans self* but indulge in this extremely passionate sensory experience for yourself and read it!!

Bruised (oneshot) by @wayward-and-worn

This is oddly sweet and fluffy with a hen pecking Dean, and absolutely fucking hilarious at the same time 😂😂 I love it!

Not Letting Go (oneshot) by @kittenofdoomage

Whoo! I love a good A/B/O fic and this one is delicious! Just enough smut to please you and leave you begging for more!

The Maddening Empty (oneshot) by @impala-dreamer

Whew. I don’t know if it’s my praise!kink or my dom!kink but this little number right here had me wishing I waited to read until after work! This ones a panty ruiner folks!

Notes (oneshot) by @kittenofdoomage

JFC this piece is a dream come true! What would you do if Sam and Dean discovered your smutty fanfiction? Well this hot little number lets you know exactly what they would do!

The Mirror (oneshot) by @wheresthekillswitch

This sweet little drabble speaks volumes for those of us who have insecurities (read: all of us!). Short, sweet, and to the point! Hold your head high.

Only One Woman I Trust (oneshot) by @georgialouisea

This is just absolutely precious! You think you know what’s going on but there’s a surprise! This one will rot your teeth ❤️

Inked Up (oneshot) by @evansrogerskitten

Ever want to know what goes on inside Dean’s head when he sees a hot girl? This fic is super hilarious and totally fluffy! I love Dean’s internal struggle to keep himself in check 😂 this one is fun!

Hunt Hard Play Harder (two parts - link is to Pt. 1) by @rockhoochie

HOLY FUCKING SHIT! This is…. this is just. WOW! Holy Hell I can barely breathe. This one gives you Dom!Dean AND Sub!Dean and both are equally sensual and erotic! There’s even a surprise ending! Which had my pulse racing… Whew 🔥 My bitches y’all will love this one!

Mr. Quackers (oneshot) by @impala-dreamer

They say that crack is whack, well in this case quack is whack 😂😂 This little drabble with have you laughing until you cry, it’s just that ducking funny! (See what I did there?)

Holding On (oneshot) by @idreamofplaid

This is so beautiful and so painful I was teary eyed! They never really show us how the boys deal with their inner demons on the show, but Robin does a phenomenal job of painting that picture!

Clear Your Mind (oneshot) by @impala-dreamer

Oh sweet smiling sinner this was miraculous! So soft, so gentle, so loving… this was Sam making love to the reader and the way he takes care of her makes it that much more passionate! Ladies and gents THIS is how you take care of your lover! Fucking love you Beka!

Thunder Rolls (oneshot) by @amanda-teaches

This was intensely passionate! The sex is hot but the love behind it really makes it great! The authors use of super descriptive descriptions of your pleasure will have you clenching your thighs!

Thank you all for the awesome work and great feedback!

These are not actual awards! This system is set up so everyone in the pond has a chance to share the love and promote a fic/author that has grabbed your attention. The more people that participate, and the more everyone remembers to submit their own fics after posting, the better this will be :D

THANK YOU ALL AGAIN, KEEP UP THE AMAZING WORK, AND AS ALWAYS, HAPPY WRITING!

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Cats and Dots || Dot & Luce

LOCATION: Ink Inc.

TIME: Before Bea’s Death

@divineluce

Clicking on her “Bad Ass Bitches” playlist on Spotify, Luce set to work on fixing the absolute shitshow that was Dot’s tattoo. Not only was the placement bad, it looked like a drunk toddler had decided to go to town with a machine. Which is why she was more than happy to be working on it. Nothing was more interesting than fixing a bad tattoo and turning it into something worth showing off. “How the fuck did you wind up with this hot mess? And, you can’t fucking smack me for saying that because I’ll make it worse.” She grinned as she dipped the needles into ink and set to work, bobbing her head along to the beat of the pounding bassline. “Like, love is love, but christ.” She gestured to the god awful rainbow plastered on her hip. “The lines on this are hot garbage.”

The rainbow tattoo had been something Dot got in a frat house in her junior year of college. Her friend had ordered a tattoo gun off the internet and the ink had been sourced from somewhere she had no desire to examine. She didn’t regret the tattoo, it was a funny fucking story and she liked being a dumbass with a rainbow tattoo... But if she was going to make sure everyone going down on her knew she was pretty fucking gay, she wanted it to a nice rainbow. “I got it done by a coked-out frat named Braydon.” She had almost considered eating him afterward, but her colony would have been pissed. She wished she had done it. “I probably could have done it better myself, but it was kinda fun watching him struggle. Hope you know how to make it look less like an idiot did it. I don’t need people to focus on the rainbow when my snatch is out.”

Stories like this weren’t super surprising, especially not when it came to shit tattoos. Luce nodded as she filled in the stencil, a black cat whose body covered the majority of the rainbow. What bits it didn’t, she was planning on incorporating into a rainbow collar around its neck. And besides, even without the collar, it was still gonna be pretty gay. “You know, that doesn’t fucking surprise me in the slightest. Braydon,” She wiped away the excess ink, “Had awful goddamn hands. And, trust me. This is gonna be dope.” Luce grinned, “Definitely a pussy out kind of look.” She laughed. Given the fact she usually tattooed straight, toxic masculinity dudes all the time, it was a goddamn delight to be tattooing someone who wasn’t. And, Dot was cool enough. She was dating Blanche, which honestly sounded like a match made in chaotic heaven.

Listen, Dot didn’t love cats, but she would get one tattooed on her for a pussy joke. Most of her tattoos were jokes anyway. She knew plenty of people thought tattoos had to have meaning but she thought they just had to have a fun story and be cool to look at. “Oh trust me, I know Braydon’s hands were terrible. He’s one of those boys who think the clit is a suggestion instead of required.” She had slept with him a few days later simply because she had been bored out of her mind. “Can’t wait for the summer when I can show it off when I’m at the beach,” She cackled imagining the horrified faces of suburban mothers as they covered their kiddie’s eyes. She liked Luce and if she wasn’t with Blanche, she would have considered trying to smash, but for once Dot didn’t have the desire to cheat. “You got anything fucking weird tattooed on you?”

Letting out a low whistle, Luce shook her head. “Sounds about right. Boys are the fucking worst.” She said, remembering her ill-fated attempts at dating boys in high school. For the most part, they’d been boring and dumb and not terrible to hang out with. But, Jared, he was a fucking time. “Sounds like the dude I slept with back in the day. But, I gotta say, hats off to Jared. He did in fact, turn me gay.” She joked. That had been a hilarious thing for him to realize, when they ran into each other at a house party the year after they graduated. Specifically, when he found her fucking a girl on the side of his house. “Oh, it’ll be a look. And a damn good one at that.” She said as she finished up the tail of the cat. At Dot’s question, Luce laughed and nodded. “Of course I do. This is a good one,” She said and backed up to show Dot one of the tattoos on her ankle. At first glance, it was a normal anchor tattoo with a scroll script around it, the cliche every college girl got. But, the scroll read ‘Fuck your Anchor.’ “A tribute to all the stupid anchor tattoos I have to do.”

“Men are good for two things, paying us and looking pretty,” Dot said with a grin. There was a third, very important thing they were also good for, but she doubted that Luce shared her passion for sinking her fingers in the chests of frat boys and eating their hearts. “Speaking for the community, I thank Jared for his contribution. We’re glad to have such a hot gay with us.” Was she flirting? Yeah, but Dot didn’t think it was terrible to do so. It was a joke after all. She craned her neck a bit to see the progress and grinned, honestly, it looked fucking sick already. She couldn’t wait to show Blanche… And literally anyone else who was willing to look at it. She let out a cackle as she took in Luce’s tattoo. “Wow, what an icon. I hope you make sure everyone sees it when they ask for an anchor tattoo. You get a lot of those stupid mom heart ones?”

“You can say that again.” Luce laughed, thinking back to the random venmo that she’d gotten from Adam. As much of a big dumb frat boy he seemed, the dude was half-way decent. When he wasn’t talking about his crotch goblins or giving her stupid nicknames. That said, Dickcleaver Vural had a nice ring to it. “You’ve got that right. I am, in fact, a gift to the ladies and they-dies of White Crest.” Luce chuckled to herself as she filled in the body of the cat. Was she aware of the tone behind Dot’s words? Yeah, which is why she dug in just a little deeper with her needle. Not enough to blow out the ink, but just enough to remind Dot that she was, in fact, tattooing her. Besides, Luce was a lot of things, but she wasn’t the other woman type. “You know it. Oh, I’d be fucked if I did. Ulf would have my head on a spike if I went flashing that around.” She remarked as she looked at her handiwork. “Nah, most dudes have figured out those are out of style.”

Adam’s venmo had sent Dot into a cackling session that lasted for several minutes. She hadn’t expected anyone to actually send her money, but when she got the notification on her phone, Adam had gained a few brownie points. She gave Luce a mock salute,“Thank you for your service. You should be given a medal of honor.” Her eyes narrowed as the needle dug in deeper, sending a glare Luce’s way. She was pretty sure the tattoo artist was too practiced at this point to change pressure like that. Guess flirting, even jokingly, wasn’t allowed with Luce. “If Ulf doesn’t see it happen, what’s the harm? Some people wouldn’t even read it, I bet.” Even if they did read it, Dot was pretty sure some people would just get it anyway. She laughed,“That’s tragic. I love when I see them, it’s just so funny. Teasing guys about it is so fun.”

“Every lesbian who ever slept with a man should, honestly. Gold star lesbians, my ass. Give me a gold star for having to suffer through forty seconds of super sexy thrusting.” Luce grumbled as she wiped away the last of the excess black ink. Popping over the rainbow array of ink, she dipped her needles in to color after color, filling in the rainbow pattern on the cat’s collar. “The harm is when all the piss babies storm out or write bad Yelp reviews. I’m in customer service,” She pasted a fake smile on her face before rolling her eyes, “I gotta service the customer.” Arching an eyebrow at Dot’s words, Luce couldn’t resist the urge to snicker. “Well, I can tell you this, you can and should make fun of anyone who’s got a terrible tribal. God, 90’s and 2000’s tattooing was the worst.”

“Wow, he lasted a full forty seconds? You had a marathon runner. Most boys out there are one thrust wonders.” Dot loved moments like this where she just got to make fun of men as brutally as she wanted. So many people got uncomfortable when she talked about boys and her sexual experiences with them. “I’ll write you a five star Yelp after this. I’ll even include that I reccomend the lesbian artist.” It wouldn’t be the first time she wrote a long review just to praise a friend. She was great at acting like a Karen and if she used her real name, everyone thought she was seventy anyway. “I should make them tip me extra for making me witness their bad tattoos. At least my bad tattoos are covered up or I’m getting them fixed.”

“I was truly #blessed.” Luce said in a mocking voice, as she shut off her machine. “What got me was the fact he had the balls to ask, ‘was it good for you’? That was when I straight up told him I was pretty sure I preferred girls. Whoops.” She said as she wiped off the last of the ink and gestured for Dot to take a look at the tattoo in the mirror she had on the wall. “You better mention me, otherwise people will come in thinking it was Rory who did this sick pussy tat. God knows how the girls would react to that.” She snorted, amused at the other artist’s struggles with the fairer sex. “Honestly, they really should. And hey, you’re getting there.” She said as she tossed her gloves in the trash and began to clean up her station. “When are we gonna fix that jank ass dolphin tattoo of yours, huh?”

“‘Was it good for you?’ Well, bud, if I’m getting up to leave then I’m pretty sure it wasn’t good for me. Boys are fucking stupid,” Dot laughed. This is part of the reason she ate human boys, they were just so annoying. She stood, looking into the mirror with an almost feral grin. “This is fucking awesome.” Turning back to Luce she let out another half laugh,“Yeah I’ll make sure I tell them it was you. Try not to hit on all the hot ones I send your way.” Dot took out her phone to take a photo to send Blanche and a few of her old college buddies. Snorting, she shook her head,“The dolphin is staying as messed up as it is. It’s a Dot classic at this point.”

“Right? You’d think me grabbing my shorts and booking it out the door would have been a dead give away.” Luce said with a laugh as she grabbed the aftercare instructions pamphlet and stuffed it into a baggy with a little Ink Inc. sticker, some candy, and a few packets of Aquaphor. “I’m glad you like it.” She said as she held out the grab bag. “And, no promises on that.” Luce winked and shook her head as they walked out to the register. Setting the station up for her, Luce shook her head with a disappointed snap of her fingers. “Damn, and here I thought I might have a chance at getting you to rethink that. But, hey. You win some, you lose some.” As she leaned against the front desk, Luce glanced up at the clock. Dot was a dope lady, if chaotic. And, coming from her? That meant she was pretty much chaos incarnate. But, she was good company for a drink. “You wanna grab a drink? Celebrate your new art?”

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1989dreamer · 4 years

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Cross-posted at my AO3

Summary: Stiles lives in an apartment below the worst neighbor in the world. Derek always submits false complaints about Stiles and his roommates to the front office. Well, tables are turning. Derek is hosting a party this Saturday, and Stiles fully intends to crash it and confront Derek over his asshole-ish-ness.

Main Relationship: Sterek

Rating: T

Tags: Angry Stiles, Human AU, drunk characters, Derek cooks, dub/non-con drugging, attempted assault mentioned, over-protective Laura, enemies to lovers, asshole Jackson

~ * ~

“I’m offended,” Stiles announces to the room in general. No one looks up, too used to his outbursts by now to pay much attention. The fools.

He marches up to Scott sitting at the breakfast nook, a large bowl of Fruity Pebbles in front of him. He stares him down while Scott keeps shoveling cereal into his mouth.

Finally, after about five minutes, once his bowl is empty, he looks up as if just noticing Stiles for the first time. “Sorry,” he says laconically. “You’re offended?”

“Yeah, and you wanna know why?”

“Not really.”

Stiles ignores Scott and forges ahead. “That bastard in 3A wrote another complaint about us.”

“Really?” Now Scott looks interested. “What’d he say we did this time?”

“Something about an over-loud party last weekend.”

“But we weren’t even here last weekend,” Scott protests. He shoots a look at their roommates, Boyd and Jackson, sitting on the couch and playing a first person shooter game. They both shrug. Boyd had been at his girlfriend’s. Jackson had been who knows the hell where. Stiles doesn’t keep track of him. As long as he pays his rent, they are cool.

“So I’m thinking he’s targeting us,” Stiles says. “Why, I don’t know. That is something I intend to find out.”

“And how do you plan to do that?” Scott asks.

“A little bird told me that 3A is planning to host his own bash this weekend. So guess who wrangled an invite?”

“You’re going to crash 3A’s fancy shindig?” Jackson snorts. “In what outfit?”

“In this one?” Stiles points down at his button down, left open over a graphic t-shirt and baggy khaki pants. The only thing he might change is his shoes. He’s got a fresh pair of sneakers just waiting for a spin out in the world. Might as well break them in at 3A’s party.

Jackson snorts again, but he’ll be waiting a long time if he thinks Stiles either wants or needs his fashion advice.

“And how exactly did you get an invitation?”

“The front desk clerk gave it to me.” Stiles pulls out the blue paper and waves it in Jackson’s general direction. “Look, ‘Derek Hale formally invites you to Apartment 3A to partake in games and alcohol from the hours of 6:00 pm to 10:00 pm. Cabs will be called for all attendees who do not wish to stay overnight.’”

“Wow,” Scott says, “this Derek fellow sounds awfully polite on paper.”

“Yeah,” Stiles admits. “It’s probably to disguise how much of a shithead he really is.”

“Well, have fun,” Scott says. “I will be at Allison’s this weekend.”

“I’m heading back to Erica’s,” Boyd adds.

Jackson rolls his shoulders. “Any chance that invite has a plus-one on it?”

“Fuck off,” Stiles says, but he checks anyway. “Nope, sorry. Nothing about that. Seemed pretty exclusive from what the front desk clerk said.”

“Well I guess I’ll just have to get my own then,” Jackson says with too much nonchalance. He’s a bad liar. Stiles knows his tells. When he’s this relaxed, he’s worried.

“What? You think I’m going to his party to hobnob?” Stiles forces out a laugh. “Buddy, I’m going to confront the bastard and see what his fucking problem with us is.”

“Oh of course,” Jackson snipes back. “Couldn’t be that you’re finally fucking picking up culture.”

Stiles snorts. “If you consider going to Derek Hale’s wine-and-game-night culture.”

“Well,” Scott says, “it is more cultured than beer and C.O.D.”

“Hey, don’t shit on C.O.D. nights. That’s culture too.”

Boyd gives Stiles an air-five.

“Anyway. It’s just a party. If I can get Derek Hale off our backs, isn’t that a good thing?”

The others agree, and Boyd and Jackson go back to their game and Scott gets up to wash his bowl and spoon.

Stiles goes to his room to plot his speech for this Saturday. Derek Hale won’t know what hits him when Stiles walks into his apartment. It just might be the last thing Stiles ever does, but by God, he’s taking that asshole with him.

~ * ~

The rest of the week passes so uneventfully that Stiles is scared that things are going too well.

The day of Derek’s party dawns bright and beautiful and quiet.

Boyd left last night to Erica’s, and Scott didn’t even come home before he headed out to Allison’s.

Jackson is still around, but Stiles is ignoring him. As far as he knows, Jackson never managed to get an invite to the party, so he’s hoping to sneak out before Jackson can attach himself like a barnacle and slip into the party as a plus-one even though it really isn’t that kind of party.

Stiles spends most of the day in his room, on his computer practicing his speech until he can recite it without notes. If he was being graded on it, he’d accept nothing less than an A+. It’s that good.

Stiles has his outfit picked out already. Despite what he told his roommates earlier, he’s actually going to be wearing a fitted gray blazer over a buttoned down blue shirt and pressed khakis. He also managed to find his dress shoes from graduation. So, he’ll be decently dressed and can pass for one of Derek’s swanky friends.

At least, Stiles assumes they’re swanky. Derek dresses nicely all the time—at least whenever Stiles runs into him in the hallways.

About an hour before the party, he dresses in complete silence and then uses the fire escape outside his window to get down street side, and then he just chills at a small park about five blocks away.

Once 5:45 pm arrives, Stiles heads back and jogs up to Derek Hale’s door. The front desk clerk who’d given him the invite is nowhere to be seen. Instead, it’s an older, lecherous man that Stiles calls Uncle Bad Touch in his head. UBT waves at him as he hurries past.

Thankfully, UBT only works once in a long while. Usually it’s one of two clerks who look remarkably the same aside from different hairstyles. Stiles likes Cora best. She is abrasive in a good way, and she gives things to Stiles, like extra soap when he forgets to buy some or the invite to Derek’s party.

Despite all his careful planning, Jackson is waiting in front of Derek’s door, dressed even more smartly than Stiles. Hell, that might even be Jackson’s high school prom tux, and it really isn’t fair that he still fits in it, even if the shoulders look a little tight.

“Ready?” Jackson cocks an eyebrow at Stiles. He knocks before Stiles can answer.

The door immediately swings open, and Derek stands before them. Stiles can’t help fist-pumping a little when he notices that Derek is dressed in slacks and a button up shirt instead of a suit or tux like Jackson. He does bite back the “Culture,” that wants to come out, though.

“Welcome,” Derek says, looking from one to the other, a frown of confusion pulling his brows low over his eyes.

Stiles clears his throat and shoves the invite from Cora at Derek. He takes it, tucks it into his back pocket and then steps back to allow them in.

“Drinks are in the kitchen. Thanks for coming.”

He leaves them standing just inside the door as he makes his way to what must be the kitchen. The layout is similar to their apartment just downstairs, and Stiles heads for a couch in much nicer condition than theirs. Jackson follows him, perching on a loveseat across from him, a sturdy metal coffee table between the two sitting areas, and clutching at his knees. He seems far more nervous than Stiles feels.

There aren’t any other people here, and for a moment Stiles thinks he might have arrived too early, and then Derek reappears with a tray of finger foods just as the door slams open.

“What’s up, asshole!” the not-Cora front desk clerk yells, bouncing into the room, closely followed by a guy dressed identical to Jackson.

Jackson doesn’t look any relieved to see that.

“Hey, Laura, hey, Jordan.” Derek gives them an awkward sort of wave. “This is Cora and her fiancé.”

“Really now?” Laura peers at Stiles and Jackson with pretend interest. “Coulda swore those are your downstairs neighbors.”

“All right, you got me. Cora and Lydia were busy tonight so they gave their invite to Stiles and Jackson.”

Jackson shoots a sort of smug look at Stiles, completely ruined by the fact that he also looks like he wants to throw up. Stiles refuses to react, but he is a little bummed that it actually was a plus-one invite.

“Cool.” Laura looks marginally more interested. “Are they any good at Risk?”

Derek rolls his eyes so hard that Stiles waits for them to pop out and bounce along the floor. “We’re not playing Risk. I donated the game after last time.”

Laura turns a funny shade of red while Derek all but runs to where the door is being timidly knocked upon.

All told, five more people show up; a vivacious blonde couple, Rachel and Sean, who seem more interested in flanking Jackson and making him blush hotly before Derek makes them move; Kira with cat-headphones and a shy smile when she catches Stiles admiring the many fandom pins on her bag; permanent-frat-boy Sammy, with a backwards cap and saggy basketball shorts; and thin, elegant brunette, Abigail, who has an aloofness to rival a freezer. Derek keeps running back and forth from the kitchen until his tasteful coffee table is loaded down with cups and food. He encourages everyone to eat, and it’s delicious. Stiles eats way too much and drinks only enough to wash it down. He manages to put away two loaded potatoes, too many breaded mozzarella sticks, fried mushrooms, jalapeño poppers to count, and half of a small cheesecake. Only Abigail eats more than him. Derek is a fucking fantastic cook (even if most of the foods are pop and bake) and bartender. He’s also the quintessential host, and Stiles really feels bad about what he’s going to do.

He decides to wait until everyone else is too drunk to stop him before he confronts Derek about his well-hidden asshole-side.

~ * ~

About three hours later, the food is gone, drinks are back in the kitchen, and Laura is drunkenly trying to set up Jackson with Jordan. Despite wearing matching clothes and red faces, neither seems to actually mind her meddling.

And Derek keeps staring at Stiles with a heated gaze that is definitely not helping the stomachache from too much food.

Stiles wins every game they even try playing because everyone else, including Jackson, is smashed. Then, once they’ve settled into just conversation, he begins putting away the games. Derek tries to help, and Stiles has to bite back a fond smile as Derek rests his head on his shoulder while he tries and fails to sort the Monopoly money.

“So, how’d you get an invite?” Derek slurs against his ear when Stiles takes the money from him.

“You said it earlier: Cora gave it to me,” Stiles says honestly. “She also told me that you filed another complaint against us.”

“What?” Derek hiccups on the word, pulling back and staring wide-eyed and innocent at Stiles. He isn’t buying it.

Not at all.

Derek hiccups again, and then lets out a low burp. He blushes, covering his mouth. “Sorry. But I didn’t file any complaints against you. You’re great neighbors. You haven’t done anything at all. Even your get-togethers are quiet and respectful. Why would I complain about you?”

“If it isn’t you, then who…?” Stiles looks away from Derek. For some reason, he finds his gaze locked onto Jackson. Who is staring back at him with a kind of terrified look on his face.

“Jackson?” Stiles asks.

“Yeah?” His roommate swallows hard.

“Why has Derek been filing complaints about us at the front office?”

“He hasn’t,” Jackson whispers. “I have.”

“Why?” Derek asks. “You guys are perfect! My parents love you.”

“It’s stupid,” Jackson mutters. “I’m sorry. I’ll stop. I’ll move out too. I’m sorry, Stiles.”

“What did you hope to accomplish by filing complaints against us? You realize you would be kicked out too, right?”

“Yeah, but…” he pauses to blow out a breath that he doesn’t seem like he can spare. “I just. It’s just so stupid. I’m so sorry, Stiles. I just wanted to get you evicted. I knew the rest of us could play off as quiet and nice tenants while you’d probably have a loud reaction and get kicked out. I’m sorry.”

Hurt, Stiles leans back like that can even begin to give him the distance he needs right now. Jackson does look reproached but sorry doesn’t make up for the fact that his roommate, someone he thought was his friend, filed three noise complaints against him. One more and the landlords would have no choice but to investigate and possibly kick him out.

Derek pats at Stiles’ arm. “I’m sorry you have such a shitty friend,” he says.

Stiles nods. “Me too.” He stands up. “I’m sorry, Derek. I came here to yell at you for unfairly complaining about us, and you’ve been nothing but awesome. I hope I get to see you again someday. Right now, I just need to go. I need to find a place to stay for tonight.” He looks back at Jackson and then away just as quickly. “I can’t stay at our apartment right now.”

“Everyone was just leaving, right?”

“Fuck no,” Laura says. “We’re stealing your bed, Derek. You can sleep on the couch.”

Derek frowns at her. “Okay, so we’re all a little too drunk for this. Stiles, why don’t you stay here tonight and Jackson will go back to the apartment. We’ll sort it all out tomorrow when we’re not drunk anymore.”

“I’m sorry,” Jackson says again. “Really, Stiles. I am.”

“I get it,” Stiles tells him, “but right now, I don’t care.”

“Jordan, walk Jackson back to his apartment,” Laura orders. “My buzz is fading and that’s not what Saturday night’s all about.”

It’s definitely an awkward end to what had been a fun and kind of sweet night.

Stiles sits back down on the sofa as the door closes behind Jackson and Jordan. Derek watches him, eyes soft with concern. Stiles isn’t sure that he wants whatever sympathy Derek has for him, but he’s glad at least someone seems to realize how hurt he is by Jackson’s betrayal.

Laura grouses a bit and then stumbles to the bedroom, half the rest of the party following her while the other half goes to the other bedroom.

Derek sighs, leaning against Stiles. “Are you okay?”

“Not really, but I guess I will be. Anyway, I better call our other roommates and let them know that I’ll be moving out.”

“You can stay on my couch tonight, and if you need a place to crash, I’ve got a spare bed.” He glances at the second door. “I’ll clean the bed and put out fresh sheets tomorrow,” he promises.

“Why would you do that for me?” Stiles asks. “I’m practically a stranger to you.”

“Well, my sisters like you. Cora especially. So,” Derek shrugs, “I like you too.”

“That is, ostensibly, the worst reason I have ever heard to like someone,” Stiles says.

Derek rolls his shoulders in a lazy shrug. “It’s worked out so far,” he replies. “Anyway. I should let you get settled.” He pauses, studying Stiles with a serious, contemplative expression, lip between his teeth. Honestly, it’s a little adorable.

Stiles sighs and shakes his head. “Yeah, okay. Thanks, Derek, you’re being a real friend, unlike Jackson.”

It’s Derek’s turn to sigh. “I’ve had my share of bad friends,” he admits. “I do my best to not make anyone feel like they’re unwelcome even if I don’t know them. I guess it makes people think I’m soft or something, so I try to keep my true emotions hidden when I’m out in public…” he trails off, blinking. “I don’t remember where I was going with that, but yeah, I really just want you to know that you’re welcome here as long as you need it.”

“Thanks,” Stiles says sincerely. “That really means a lot to me. Thank you, Derek.”

“No problems.” Derek does a two finger wave as he stumbles to a trunk set between the bedroom doors. He returns with a couple of blankets and pillows, thumping one set into Stiles’ chest. “You take the couch. I’ll sleep in the kitchen. Wake me up if I’m not already up when you get up.”

“Okay.” Stiles refuses to believe it’s a promise, but the hopeful look Derek gives him before he disappears into the kitchen makes him think that whether he meant it or not, Derek definitely took it as a promise.

Could be worse, he decides, dropping the pillow onto the couch and following it down.

His brain, usually wired too fast to get much sleep must be as exhausted as he is because almost as soon as he buries his face in his borrowed pillow, he’s out.

~ * ~

Stiles wakes up when one of the guests trips on their way to the bathroom, and because it’s daylight outside, he decides it’s not worth chasing that last minute of sleep, so he gets up and goes to find Derek in the kitchen.

Derek is rolled into his blanket, face smushed into his pillow. He’s adorable, and Stiles is struck by the sudden realization that someone needs to be kissing and loving up on him, and that maybe it should be him.

The floor creaks a little as Stiles moves closer, and Derek snuffles a bit and then sits bolt upright, bleary-eyed and yawning.

“Wha’ time’s it?” he mumbles, a hand flopping out of his blanket wrap to scratch at his beard.

Stiles pulls out his phone. “It’s almost 6:30,” he says. “Are you okay from sleeping on the floor?”

“’m fine,” Derek says around another yawn. He scrambles up and stretches until his back pops. “So, do you want something to eat? If I know Laura and her hangover, she’ll want the greasiest thing I can make. I’ve got three types of bacon—regular, thick, and turkey. I have eggs, cheese, hash browns, biscuits, and gravy.”

Stiles laughs in disbelief at the size of the menu. “Just how many guests do you have?” he asks. “Jordan’s still with Jackson. That means there’s eight of us left, including you. Do you really thing we can eat all that?”

Derek grins at him. “You don’t know hungover Laura. She’ll put it all away if we don’t stop her.”

Stiles rolls his shoulders. He’s not inclined to stop Derek if he’s planning on cooking again. Besides, it’s not like he has anywhere he has to be. Not until Jackson is out of the apartment because even though he’s the one moving out, he doesn’t want to be in the same room as his former friend.

Instead, he sits at the little table tucked under the window and watches Derek dig out everything he talked about and more. He tosses an orange at Stiles and then hums under his breath as he heats up a skillet and begins cracking eggs into a bowl. He pops what look like homemade biscuits on a baking sheet and starts a pot of country gravy.

“You know,” Stiles says, contemplative, “you’re handsome, can cook, and are so sweet. Why don’t you have a significant other?”

Derek’s shoulders tense for a brief moment before he continues, using a fork to beat the eggs. “I’m un-datable,” he says easily. Certainly far more easily than Stiles could have in his position.

“And why is that?” Stiles digs a thumb into a groove of the table while he waits for Derek’s response.

“Because he’s a fucking martyr,” Laura says from the doorway. She saunters in and sits down in the chair across from Stiles, wincing as her chair scrapes the floor. “Way back in high school, he wasn’t always so reserved and cool. He was dorky as shit. There were a few girls—popular bitches. You know the type, rich, never had to work for the things they had. Anyway, some of them targeted him because while Derek was never ugly, he wasn’t the cutest boy in school.” Laura pauses to rub her temples. “We have money. Obviously. Our parents own this apartment complex. So they just wanted to fuck with him. The last one was the worst.”

Derek’s shoulders are shaking, and Stiles stops Laura. She looks over at her brother and swears colorfully.

“Hey, I’m sorry. I’ll stop talking. We won’t say anything more. I promise.”

“It’s okay,” Derek says, calmly sliding several slices of the turkey bacon into the pan. “It’s been years. It’s not like she’s out yet.”

Stiles startles, a soft, “What?” slipping out.

Derek sighs heavily, reaching for a spatula. “My last girlfriend drugged me. She was trying to record something incriminating and ended up getting busted by a chaperone.”

“It was junior prom,” Laura fills in.

Derek nods. “She got five years. It was extended after she fought her cellmate and almost killed her. So, she’s got another five years. She’ll be released in two years.”

Stiles quickly counts up on his fingers. “So that makes you, what, twenty-five?”

“Yeah. You?”

“Twenty-three.”

“I’m thirty,” Laura interjects, shrugging when both her brother and Stiles look at her. “Yeah. I had an outside perspective.” She goes quiet. “I was the chaperone.”

“That’s some heavy stuff,” Stiles says. “No wonder you don’t date anymore.”

“Anyway. Breakfast is about halfway done. You should call the others.”

Derek moves onto the potatoes next. Laura leaves, probably to rouse the other guests. Stiles sits back at the table, rolling the orange one way and then the other.

After a few minutes of nothing but the sizzling of potatoes, Stiles clears his throat. “So,” he says softly. “Are you ready to date again or still…?”

“Probably ready,” Derek answers, so low that Stiles has to strain to hear him. “Been ready for a while, but Laura feels so guilty that she kind of sabotages my relationships.”

“If it were me, I wouldn’t let her push me away.”

“Are you insinuating that you’d date me?” Derek turns just to raise an eyebrow at him.

Stiles waits until he turns back to stove before saying, “Maybe more than insinuating.”

Derek doesn’t respond, so Stiles assumes he hasn’t heard him. That’s okay. Stiles can just sit here and enjoy the view. Maybe after breakfast he’ll bring up the insinuation again. He doesn’t want it to be awkward if he’s going to crash with Derek before finding his own place.

But if it goes well, aside from Laura, then maybe they can move in right away. Derek has two bedrooms. It’s not like they’ll jump right into bed. Stiles is still virginal and a bit self-conscious about it. And besides, Derek might be ready for dating but dating is miles from having sex. At least, Stiles thinks it is. It’s not like he has experience there.

He finally peels the orange to give his hands something to do and then Derek clears his throat. Stiles looks up.

“So, uh, about what you said, about it not being an insinuation. Did you mean that?” Derek sets a plate of the fresh biscuits onto the table and then grabs the pot of gravy too.

“Yes?” Stiles coughs, feeling the flush rising in his cheeks. “I mean, yeah, yes. Definitely. I definitely would like to date you. I mean, technically, we’re already on our second date.”

“True. So, formally, Stiles-I-don’t-know-your-last-name, would you like to go on a date with me?”

“Stilinski,” Stiles says, “and yes, Derek Hale, I’d love to go on a date with you. Formally.”

Derek makes a face. “Your name is Stiles Stilinski? Who named you?”

“Excuse you, I did.” Stiles makes a face back at him. “It’s a nickname, duh.”

“So what’s your real name?”

“Ah,” Stiles waggles a finger at him, “that’s a third date kind of question, don’t you think?”

“Are we going on a date tonight?”

“Probably,” Stiles says, and then realizes what Derek is getting at. “Cheeky,” he says. “Maybe I’ll never tell you until the day we get married, and then you’ll be like, ‘What happened to Stiles?’ and ‘How the fuck do you even say that?’”

“Wrong.”

“How so?”

“I’d never be so crude as to swear on our wedding day. That’s for the honeymoon.”

“Oh yeah, and what’ll you be saying then?”

Derek blushes and doesn’t answer, but Stiles can guess and it makes him blush too.

“Oh isn’t this cozy?” Abigail says as she drops into the chair next to Stiles. The rest of the guests file in, grab food and file out, all shuffling in some kind of zombie-walk. Only Laura joins them at the table. Abigail adds, slyly eying Laura, who has piled a plate high with a lot off food, immediately stabbing a fork into the mess and shoveling it into her face, “Are you finally going to admit your big, fat crush on little old Stiles here, eh, Derek?”

“Yeah, actually, we’re way past that,” Derek says. “We’re on our second date.”

Laura chokes on her eggs. “What?” she demands, glaring at Stiles. “When did this happen?”

“Um, well, the party last night was the first date,” Stiles says. He holds her gaze, giving as good as he gets. “Breakfast this morning is date number two.”

“And we’re going on a third date tonight,” Derek announces. He stares down Laura, almost daring her to challenge him. Instead, and Stiles gets the distinct feeling that this is rare, Laura sinks back in her chair and digs back into her eggs.

Briefly, Stiles thinks he made a mistake agreeing to date Derek so easily, but the first moment Derek looks up from his plate and grins at Stiles as he reaches for more food, he knows he was gone the moment he sat on Derek’s couch and listened to him make his friends leave Jackson alone, the way he let them in at all. The way he’s been nothing but gracious despite his semi-drunken confession to purposefully putting on a grumpy air in the hallways. Derek Hale is a sweetheart and Stiles realizes that he wants to date Derek in all the ways. He wants to learn his favorite color, which movies he loves, what he reads, why he gives up his bed to his friends and his couch to a stranger. He wants to know Derek, and Derek’s gentle smile lets him know that Derek wants to know him too.

So maybe Jackson deserves a little credit for this, but Stiles is still mad at him. Even if it’s the best thing that’s happened to Stiles in a long while.

“Mieczysław,” he says suddenly, aware that he’s interrupting some weird bantering between Abigail and Laura.

“What?” Laura asks.

Derek just grins wider. “Mieczysław,” he repeats and he doesn’t completely butcher it, but it could use some work.

“Yeah,” Stiles says.

And that’s how he knows they’ll work out, eating breakfast foods at a table with Derek’s older sister and special friend, on their second date, Derek’s blanket and pillow still shoved into a corner of the room, the sound of the rest of Derek’s friends chattering in the living room.

Derek and Mieczysław sitting at the table, making eyes at each other over eggs and bacon, gonna get married and say bad words on their honeymoon.

Yeah, it kinda sounds perfect.

~ The End ~

#Teen Wolf Fanfiction #Stiles Stilinski #Derek Hale #Enemies to Friends to Lovers #Fullmoon Ficlet Prompt 373 #My Story/My Writing

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themaskedwriter · 5 years

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The First of Many

Clues:

1) I specialize in angst typically

2) I love using song lyrics as titles

3) I have a bad habit of having more than one WIP going at a time

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Fluff?, alcohol?

Word Count: 3300+

Summary: While at a bar you get hit on by a guy as a dare and it looks like it’s just going to be one of those nights, until it doesn’t.

It was happening again. You could hear them. They thought they were being quiet but alcohol made people stupid. Especially former frat boys, somehow you always managed to run into the ones that never fully left college when you were out and about.

You were sitting at the bar waiting for your roommate, who wasn’t usually late but seemed to be today.

The bar was a dingy old place but it was fully stocked and drinks were cheap.

It was Friday and you’d just gotten off of work and desperately needed not only a drink or two but to interact with other adults. However, you could’ve dealt without the group of men behind you because you had a feeling you knew what was going to happen. You only hoped that Okoye would get here before one of them decided to come over.

No such luck.

One of them came up and stood next to you. He played dumb by staring at the wall of alcohol as if he was deciding what he wanted.

“What do you suggest?” He leaned over and asked.

You gave him a blank stare, he was cute. Or at least he could’ve been.

“I’ll have whatever she’s having,” he told the bartender, Wanda, who gave you a look.

“A sex on the beach,” you told Wanda, who knew you were lying.

“Wait, what?” The overgrown frat boy asked.

“One sex on the beach comin’ up.” Wanda pulled out what she needed before he could change his order.

Shaking his head he looked to you, “So, what’s your name?”

“Y/n,” you answered unenthusiastically.

“Y/n,” he repeated, “that’s a beautiful name. I’m Grant.”

His overconfidence was already annoying you. But you had to continue to remind yourself to play nice because he and his friends outnumbered you and you didn’t want to start anything

“Nice to meet you,” you gave him a half smile.

“So, what’s a pretty girl like you doing here at a bar alone?”

“Waiting for true love to come in and sweep me off my feet.” You took a sip of your rum and coke.

“Oh, well here I am,” he said making you choke.

“That’s presumptuous of you.”

“Thank you,” he smirked, “so can I take you out?”

You wanted to laugh or throw your drink in his face but you just smiled at him and shrugged.

“Maybe,” you said as flirty as you could manage.

Grant wrote down his number on a napkin next to you. He slid it over to you and winked, you smiled but you wanted to gag.

Once his back was turned you took the napkin and ripped it up and watched as the pieces floated onto the bar.

Wanda placed the drink she’d just made in front of you and winked, “On the house.”

“Thank you, Wanda,” you said as you played with the disregarded napkin pieces on the bar.

“That seems a little dramatic, don’t cha think?” A voice next to you asked.

You turned to a blue-eyed man who was sitting next to you with a quizzical look on his face.

“No, I don’t think it was,” you answered.

“Ok,” he nodded, “Then why did you rip up his number?”

You looked back to the group Grant had just rejoined then back at the stranger.

“It was a dare. He did that because they have dubbed me the least attractive person here and thought I would be an easy target. Jokes on them though I’ve been the butt of that joke before,” you threw up a peace sign and looked to your almost finished rum and coke.

Why were you telling this guy this? He is probably no different than the rest of them. And there you were telling this random guy about the one thing that kept you from dating the most.

“So if I was to give you my number or ask you on a date, would you assume that I was doing the same thing?” He asked.

“Well considering that I don’t know your name -”

“James,” he answered, “But people call me Bucky.”

“Who calls you James?” You asked surprising yourself with how interested you were in him.

He smiled while writing something down, “I guess if you really wanna know,” he slid the paper over to you, “you’ll find out.”

He gave you a wink and walked away.

“Who was that?” Okoye asked from behind you.

You turned and looked at your roommate.

“I don’t know,” you answered.

“She was just hit on,” Wanda said.

“By that guy,” Okoye pointed to Bucky who was joining his group of friends.

“Yeah but I think he felt sorry for me because that guy,” you pointed at Grant, “was dared to hit on me.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Okoye said.

“It’s whatever. Here,” you said sliding the sex on the beach to Okoye who grimaced and looked at you, “It’s free and I’m not gonna finish it.”

“Wanda, I would like to buy my lovely friend a bunch of drinks,” Okoye took the drink you handed her anyway.

“The usual coming up,” Wanda said pulling out multiple shot glasses.

“So how was work?” Okoye asked and you launched into a story about what happened during the day.

Being a nanny was interesting, to say the least. Especially when one of the kids you were a nanny for was only six-months-old and every person on the planet thought that the baby was yours despite the fact that the baby looked nothing like you. But that didn’t seem to matter to anyone, it’d be one thing if they thought you adopted him, but most of them made a comment about how ‘your body bounced back so fast after having him’ which made you want to scream.

But that wasn’t going to stop you from taking baby Mike out, because sitting around all day with a baby could get boring.

So you took Mike to Target because you wanted to buy some new clothes.

You were holding up two different black shirts.

“What do you think, Mikey? Black or black?” You asked the baby, who just stared at you, “No, I know. They’re both black, but one is more black than the other and they are different style shirts.”

Mike coos.

“You’re right, I should just get both, it’s not like I’m trying not to spend money,” you said sarcastically tossing the shirts in the cart. You look up and your eye land on someone across the way. “Oh, shit. Ok, Mike let’s make a quick getaway.”

“Hey,” Bucky made eye contact with you before you could dash off.

“Hi.”

“You never called,” he said getting right to the point.

“Is there an expiration date on phone numbers?”

Bucky laughed, you’d never head anything like it, and you instantly wanted to make him do it again.

“No, I guess there’s not. I never caught your name.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, “are you sure? Because if I remember correctly, you were there when I told it to the Gus guy. So is this your way of trying not to seem creepy for already knowing despite my never telling you?”

“Yeah,” he blushed.

“Y/n.”

“Who’s this?” He nodded towards Mike.

“Ah, this is Mike or Mikey. He’s one of the kids I nanny.”

Bucky leaned over so Mike could see him, “It is very nice to meet you, Mike. I’m Bucky.”

Mike stared at him for a moment, this baby had a serious case of resting bitch face, before he smiled at him and Bucky’s face lit up.

“Well, ya know what they say, babies are a great judge of character,” Bucky told Mike.

Mike grunted and Bucky gasped.

“Tell me more,” he said.

Watching him interact with a baby was almost too much for you and you needed to get him away from this before you completely broke down and asked him out right then and there.

“Well,” Bucky turned back to you, “I will leave you two to it. And I sincerely hope you do decide to call me, but no pressure.”

That night, after Okoye stared you down, you ended up calling him and asking him on a date.

“Stop pacing, you’re starting to make me nervous,” Okoye said from the couch not bothering to look up from her phone.

“Ok, but consider this,” you said continuing to pace, “What if he’s also doing this as a dare? What do I do then? Oh my god.”

“What?” Okoye looked up at you.

“What if he didn’t do this as a dare but hates me anyway? Or what if we start out liking each other and then -”

“Y/n!” Okoye cut you off. She shot up from her place on the couch and placed her hands on your shoulders. “If you don’t stop I will kill you. And I’d rather not kill you because that’s a lot of clean up for me and I don’t want to find a new roommate. So just chill out ok?”

“But -”

“No, if anything happens, I’ll kick his ass. So sit down and breathe.”

You sat in the armchair next to the sofa and took three deep breaths. Your text alert went off, you wasted no time in checking it.

Bucky: I’m downstairs.

“Ok, he’s here,” you got up and grabbed your things.

“Have fun and be safe,” Okoye called just before you shut the door.

Despite all your doubts and worries, you were excited, you couldn’t remember the last you went on a date. Once you walked out the door your eyes landed on Bucky who was wearing black pants with a navy floral button-up shirt and leather jacket. God, he was breathtaking.

When he saw you he started grinning.

“You look beautiful,” he said earnestly once you were within a foot of him.

You looked at the ground bashfully, “Thank you. You look beautiful too.”

“It’s the shirt isn’t it?” He teased.

“I like the shirt,” you told him and his smile widened, which you didn’t think was possible.

“Alright well,” He held out his arm and you took it, “let’s get the night started shall we?”

“Where are we going?”

“You’ll see,” he smiled.

He led you to his car and opened up the door for you. Once you were in he shut the door and jogged to the driver’s side.

You looked out the window not wanting Bucky too see the embarrassed look on your face.

This was the first time anyone has ever treated you like this on a date and it hadn’t even really started yet. And just like that, you finally understood what everyone meant when they said they had the best first date ever.

“You ok?” Bucky asked.

You turned to him hoping that your facial expression had pulled itself together.

“Yeah,” you said.

It wasn’t technically a lie it just also wasn’t the complete truth.

He smiled and kept driving.

“Ya know what sucks the most about first dates?” He asked out of the blue.

“Uhh,” you stalled not sure how to answer.

“The 20 questions game, like I ask you where you grow up and then you answer and then you ask me some stupid question that I answer.”

“What would you suggest we do about this dreadful game then?” You held back a laugh.

“I think we should just tell each other our best stories for the night.”

“So you want to burn through all of my date material in one go? What would we talk about next time?” You asked as he came to a red light.

He looked over at you and smirked, “We aren’t even to the date site yet and you’re already talking about date number 2?”

“I- I uhhh -”

“Well, I better not fuck the rest of tonight up if I’m almost guaranteed a second date.”

Once again you had to look out the window to hide your face.

After a minute or two of driving Bucky stopped the car at the pier.

“Really?” You asked.

“What?” He looked at you, “Dates should be an experience, not just a fucking dinner.”

He got out of the car first and raced to your side to open the door for you but you opened it before he got there.

“Ya know, it’s hard to show off my gentleman like qualities if you ruin my opportunities,” he said.

You laughed at him as you got out of the car. He offered you his hand and without even thinking about it, you took it.

He led you to the first stop, an elephant ear stand.

“Dessert first?” You asked.

“Are you not a dessert person?” He asked looking worried.

“What about me says I’m not a dessert person?” You laughed.

“Ok, well my current plan was to split one but if you want your own -”

“We can split one,” you told him, “but I expect cotton candy on the way back.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

You hadn’t realized that neither one of you let go of each others hand until he pulled away to reach for his wallet.

“If I’d known we were going to be near the water I would’ve brought a jacket,” you muttered, not meaning for him to hear.

But of course, he did. So, he shrugged off his jacket and placed it on your shoulders. You slid your arms into the sleeves. Involuntarily you inhaled his scent, it smelled like old spice.

“Ok, so normally I’d save this story for the end of the date or date number two. So this is either going to make or break tonight,” Bucky said in between bites.

“Lay it on me,” you licked your thumb and forefinger.

“Ok, well,” he then launched into a story about the one time his friend Steve and Sam were trying to show off for some girl at the bar and they happened to be playing darts at the time. One thing led to another and Sam ended up hitting Bucky in the shoulder with a dart. Then apparently Bucky dramatically threw his arms into the air and hit not one but two women in the face.

You couldn’t stop laughing if you tried.

“It’s not that funny,” he clearly thought it was funny by the smile on his face.

“Did it hurt?”

“Not really I was drunk,” he admitted.

“Were they ok?” You gasped.

“I didn’t ask I was too focused on the fact that my friend hit me with a dart!”

You continued to laugh until you made it to the Ferris wheel line. Your laughter died down a little and you caught Bucky looking at you with a fond smile.

“What?” You asked.

“Nothing, it’s your turn to tell a story,” he said.

“Ok, well there was this one time Okoye, my roommate, thought that it would be a good idea to try and set me up with someone she knew from her home. So he came to visit and then confessed his love for her right there in front of me while I was all ready to go on a date with him.”

He looked at you in disbelief, “That’s not funny.”

“First of all, it’s hilarious. Second of all, I don’t have a lot of friends. It’s not like I have co-workers I can go out with. The majority of my time is spent with a baby and I don’t have many opportunities to talk to other adults.”

“Alright well,” Bucky said as you moved up a few spots in line, “I think that you will get along great with my friends.”

“Oh, so we’re skipping right over the second date to meeting your friends? That’s almost more important than meeting your family,” you teased.

“How so?” He asked.

The ride attendant let you on to one of the seats. Once you were seated you looked at him.

“Well, you pick your friends right? You can’t pick your family and in my eyes, your friends’ opinion is more important than your family’s because you picked them. And you can be embarrassed by your family.”

“So what should I think about your lack of friends situation?” He teased.

“That I’m very selective with who I can out with and that my time is precious and I don’t waste it on just anybody.”

You looked at him and his eyes drifted down to your lips for a fraction of a second then he looked back up to your eyes. The Ferris wheel stopped when your cart got to the top.

“What?” You asked.

“Your laugh is the most sound I’ve ever heard.”

“Oh -”

“And you are smart and beautiful, and it boggles me that you are single.”

“People use me as a dare -” you reminded him.

“They’re stupid and don’t know what they’re missing,” he whispered as his eyes drifted to your lips again.

“Bucky -”

“Y/n, I really,” he paused, “I’m having a really good time tonight.”

“Me too,” you answered.

“Would it be too forward if I said I wanted to kiss you?”

“No, but we don’t always get what we want.”

“But if you try sometimes you just might find -”

“Don’t,” you told him.

He leaned in really close to your face and you scrunched your face as he sung, “You get what you need.”

“I hate you!” You laughed.

“Do you?”

“No.”

“So,” he put his arm on the back of the seat, “On a scale from one to ten how is this date going?”

“I’ll let you know a the end of the night.”

And the night went on and it went amazing. And you would never admit it in a million years, well you might but not for a while, but you could feel yourself falling in love with him.

The drive home was odd, only because you didn’t want the night to end and that had never happened before. Typically you were ready for the night to end and you couldn’t wait to share with Okoye while you share a bottle of wine and laugh about how stupid the date was. But not this time, you tried to think of excuses to elongate the date.

At the end of the night, he walked you to the door.

“So I had fun tonight,” he said, “so, what’s the verdict on your side?”

“Well if ten is the best,” you clicked your tongue, “I’d have to go with a ten.”

“Just a ten?”

“Well, it’s a scale from one to ten,” you argued.

He stepped closer to you and cupped your face with his hand, “Do you want me to stop?”

You smirked, “No.”

He mirrored your expression and leaned in and kissed you.

His lips were soft as they glided over yours. He tasted like the cotton candy you had forced him to buy on your way back to the car. You leaned into him and pulled him to you like you couldn’t get close enough to him. And you couldn’t. You pulled away after what seemed like years to catch your breath. Your heartbeat was haywire and you could only hope that he was feeling what you were. You were about to invite him up to your place but he spoke.

“If I asked you on a second date -?”

“You’d get it,” you answered.

“Ok,” he gave you a quick peck on the lips before kissing your cheek, “until next time then.”

He waited until you were inside the doors to walk back to his car. After you made sure that he was safe in his car and driving away, you rushed up to your place to tell Okoye to tell her about the date you’d just had. You’d forgotten that you were wearing Bucky’s leather jacket but you didn’t mind so much, it just gave you an excuse to see him again. You didn’t have to tell her that you were falling in love, she could just sense it.

You didn’t know this at the time but he also felt like he was falling in love with you too, and he had no intention of letting you go. And neither did you.

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pantstomatch · 6 years

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I really liked how you wrote the a/b/o dynamic in your last fic. It wasn't some thing that overruled and defined everything about the characters, which is so awesome because I doubt many people - Stiles especially - would deal well with that. Anyway, i thought I'd washed my hands with a/b/o fics but it's sucked me back down again. Do you have any fic recs?

thank you so much! that fic was super fun to write, and I loved cramming in all my favorite tropes :) I’m a big fan of a/b/o, idek why, but I love it. I’m sure all the ones I’d rec are well known, but here’s a list of some of my favs in no particular order.

we can take our time by KouriArashi

Tact and social mores are completely relegated to the back of Derek’s brain, and without thinking, he blurts out, “Did you spend your heat alone?”

Stiles’ head jerks around in surprise, and then he flushes pink and looks away. His voice comes out brusque and unfriendly. “Not that it’s any of your business, but I spend every heat alone.”

Knot if You Don’t Knock by jsea, marguerite_26

Stiles never expects to present as an omega – that’s something that happens to people like Greenberg, not him. He is so wrong.

His life only gets stranger when Derek Hale mistakenly bursts through the door of his exam room during a doctor’s appointment. What happens next is a complicated series of events, including freshly baked cookies, book-carrying and surprise heats.

Build an Ivory Tower by teot

Stiles didn’t know how Derek sleeping on his floor developed into sleeping in his bed, or how cuddling ended up turning into Derek humping his ass. He didn’t agree to being knotted in the school locker room, either. But what can you do when Derek Hale wants something? He’s the Alpha, after all.

You Smell Like Mine by bleep0bleep, marguerite_26

People talk about the alpha instinct, an alpha’s head being swayed by a nice-smelling omega, or the desire to drop everything and show off. Derek’s never felt any of that. He’s just not that kind of alpha.

Then he meets Stiles.

Say It With Me (Don’t Assume) by orphan_account (I’m pretty sure this is by KuriKuri, does anyone know if this was abandoned on purpose or not, since they’re’ still on AO3 with other fic?)

Derek knows way too much about how omega heat suppressants work now, after having been partnered with Stiles for as long as he has. They’re probably his favorite thing to bitch about whenever they’re stuck on a stakeout. Of course, omegas on the force aren’t required to take them. Derek’s never really understood why Stiles does, if he hates them so much, especially –

– especially because he’s bonded.

#omegaproblems by subnivean

Stiles didn’t need an alpha. He might want one, though.

The Sanctuary by chase_acow

Stiles runs away during his first heat, right into the waiting and ambiguously scary arms of the Alpha’s nephew, Derek Hale. He doesn’t have any choice except to submit, but along the way, he digs up a mystery that threatens his family and even the town’s safety.

Old Traditions, Werewolf Edition by Footloose

Stiles does not work his Omega ass off to attract frat boy Alphas. Absolutely not. He’s at college to get his degree. If he’s crushing on an Alpha who never crosses the lines of propriety, well, no one needs to know, right?

Mix and Match by Jerakeen

Stiles walks into the Beacon Hills alpha-omega mixer with a smile on his face and three condoms in his wallet.

monday i can fall apart but by friday i’m in love by tryslora

It’s just past five in the morning and Stiles is barely awake, wearing only sleep pants that hang low below his pregnant belly, and he can’t get the damned brand new jar of decaf coffee open. But he has a neighbor, and he’s too tired to think that waking someone else up at this hour might not be the best (or politest) of ideas.

Someday Came Today by Fatebegins

“March 2, 1810…Today, I met the man I’m going to marry.”

At the age of eight, Genim “Stiles” Stilinski showed no signs of Great Beauty. And even at eight, Stiles learned to accept the expectations society held for him–until the evening when Derek Hale, the handsome and dashing Alpha of the Hale pack, solemnly kissed his hand and promised him that one day he would grow into himself, that one day he would be as beautiful as he already was smart. And even at eight, Stiles knew he would love him forever.

But the years that followed were as cruel to Derek as they were kind to Stiles. Stiles is as intriguing as the Duke boldly predicted on that memorable day–while Derek is a lonely, bitter man, crushed by a devastating loss. But Stiles has never forgotten the truth he set down on paper all those years earlier–and he will not allow the love that is his destiny to slip through his fingers . .

Rare Books and Special Collections by KuriKuri

Derek Hale hates libraries.

Unfortunately, not all books can be ordered on Amazon.

(Or: in which Derek is a grumpy omega writer, and Stiles is an annoyingly attractive alpha special collections librarian.)

The One With The Mail-Order Brides and A/B/O Dynamics by Stoney

Wolves aren’t meant to be alone. Laura tells Derek this repeatedly. Which… is why Derek knows he’s losing his mind, as Laura has been dead for more than six years. Wolves aren’t meant to be alone.

And so he sends away for a companion. JUST for a companion, not for a mate. The universe, however, has a different plan in store for him.

here comes trouble by grimm

All Derek wants is one day where he can sleep without worry of being woken by gunfire, without the threat of death hanging over his head. He wants a full stomach and no pain clinging to his bones, no ache in his feet from months of running. He wants a shower, a safe place to put his head. He wants his family, the healing comfort of pack. He’ll never have any of that again.

You’re a Mess, But You’re a Catch to Me by jsea

The laws are clear: omegas are required to have an alpha guardian. So when the sheriff gets shot, Derek is roped in to stepping up as Stiles’ temporary alpha while he recovers.

Derek knew it was going to be a bad idea, but he never could have predicted all of the ways that Stiles would end up turning his life upside down.

Worth the Wait by Dexterous_Sinistrous

Stiles always had a thing for Derek, but then again, so did everyone else. Stiles just wanted to be seen as different, which was why he waited.

But maybe he waited a little too long.

Can’t Be Saved (Not So Frail) by weathervaanes

“Kira doesn’t care a wick if you can afford her dresses and bonnets, I’m well aware. It doesn’t change the fact that I have to look after her best interests. I’d like her to be with an Alpha that puts her above all else even if he cannot afford her every luxury.”

Scott looks surprised. “I know you do not know me, sir, but I can promise you that that is my only wish. I—I love Kira quite dearly, and all I want is to provide for her, make her happy.”

“So you will marry off your brother,” Derek says, taking a sip from his drink.

-0-

In which Kira is Derek’s ward, Stiles is Scott’s brother, and omega heat cycles are good for everyone.

Fight Fires In Your Best Clothes by standinginanicedress

The key isn’t actually being confident, he repeats in his head in Lydia’s breathy voice. It’s faking the hell out of it and looking as sexy as possible while you do it. For omegas, it’s easy. There’s a natural charm to all of us that only takes seconds to engage, and barely takes practice.

Walk into the room, he chants in his head. Own it, and look people in the eyes. Find the best looking alpha, have them buy you a drink, and the rest is easy.

Fallen for You by Mynuet

Stiles is not swooning when his hot next door neighbor comes to his rescue. He’s not! Maybe a little.

Survival of the Species by Lissadiane

“I think I’m dying.” Nothing makes sense – and now Derek has left him.

“No, Mr. Stilinski,” Deaton says grimly, rooting around in his special cupboard of herbs and remedies. “I’m afraid not. You’re merely suffering from a biological imperative to bear your alpha’s children and strengthen the pack.”

Stiles considers that for a moment, as best he can with his mind a hazy mess, and then he says quietly, “I think that might be worse.”

“So, so much worse,” Scott agrees.

*In which Derek’s pack is apparently stable enough to begin planning for the future, and somehow, the universe has decided Stiles is the perfect candidate to bear his alpha’s children.

i need your sway by thatworldinverted

Stiles always figured it would be Scott who saw him through his first heat. They pinky-swore on it, in fact, when they were eleven and newly-presented. There haven’t exactly been an abundance of offers between then and now.

What there is now, though, is the pack, and pack takes care of each other.

How to Woo Your Local Omega by alocalband

Stiles knows a pity gift when he sees one. Mostly because that’s all he’s ever gotten from anyone since the moment he hit puberty.

I don’t know why, but I guess it has something to do with you by LunaCanisLupus_22

“You smell like me,” the guy says, scowling as he crowds in and Stiles staggers back between the coats and finally hits the wall. “Why do you smell like me?”

He barely lets out a garbled sound as the blood rushes to his cheeks. “No reason,” Stiles yelps, struggling to get his footing and grasping at a whirlwind of puffy fur.

Or the one where Stiles goes thrift shopping and steals an alpha’s shirt. And gets a lot more than he bargains for.

#anon #replies #fic recs #sterek #a/b/o dynamics #teen wolf

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MINGYU FANTASY AU - Dance with the Vampire

On a gloomy mid-October day, you were studying for your mid-terms in a cafe. The latte that you ordered finally cooled down enough to make it possible to drink it without burning your tongue. You were sipping the tasty drink while you were reading through one of the textbooks that you brought for this important study session.

The cafe was actually filled with students as it was close to the campus. Everyone was busy studying so silence took over the other times noisy place. Outside, the dark clouds were covering the sky and heavy rain was pouring down. There was something cold and mysterious about the weather.

When you were deep in your class notes, suddenly the door of the cafe opened, letting a chilly breeze in, brushing over some of the papers on your table. You looked up with a grumpy face while you tried to catch your papers. That’s when you saw a boy stepping in the cafe while lowering his umbrella and putting it in the basket that was specifically put there for that reason. He walked past by your table and headed towards the counter. You adjusted your papers and you went back to read.

A few minutes passed by and you decided to use the bathroom. You were a bit worried about leaving your stuff on the table, as anyone could steal something. But what were you supposed to do when nature called you? You passed by the counter, almost bumping in the boy who was waiting for his order. You then noticed how tall and broad-shouldered he was. He had a warm scent of apple and cinnamon which reminded you of a fireplace and holidays. But there was also something cold about how he didn’t even flinch when a girl pushed him aside to get her coffee. He was just staring into space without even focusing on anything.

You finally got into the restroom and when you were done, the door got stuck. You had to force it open and while you tried your best, the door’s lock cut your index finger. You tried to wash it in the sink but nothing really helped. Then you took a paper towel, tore it in half and wrapped it around your finger. You rushed out to get a bandage from your bag but to your surprise, the mysterious boy was sitting by your table.

He looked calm and actually handsome as he sat so cooly not even bothered by anything. “Excuse me?” you approached him and he turned his head in your direction. It was sort of creepy as he didn’t even blink. “Sorry, but there were no other empty chairs,” he said and as you looked around you saw he was right. The only empty space was by your table. Well, not anymore as he occupied that. “I see,” you said and without looking at him you sat down in your chair and started to look for a bandage. You finally found one and as you were struggling to get the bandage on the wound with one hand, the boy put down his coffee and reached out for your hand. The table was quite small so he didn’t have to reach too far. “Give me,” he said, taking the bandage away and then wrapping it around your wound. “Blood is precious, don’t let it go to waste,” he remarked it and his words made you confused, but then it clicked. “Oh, wait, are you a bio major?” you asked and he chuckled. “Yes, sort of. We can say that,” he said with a smile. His smile was really warm and made him look softer and younger. He didn’t seem so cold anymore. In fact, as he smiled, his eyes were really bright. But you couldn’t go past by the fact that how sharp his upper teeth were. But it was part of his charm. “Are you studying for your mid-terms?” he asked as he looked over your papers and books. “Yes, it’s one of the worst times of the semester, the other one is the finals,” you said with a sigh and he nodded. “It’s not easy… but hey Halloween is close so after mid-terms, I’m sure you will have time to enjoy this fun holiday,” he said it brightly. “Ah yes, I love Halloween. But I don’t have any plans for that day,” you shrugged. “What, really? Didn’t you hear about this party?” he said with a surprised expression on his face. It was the first time you saw him expressing something other than ‘cold handsome boy’ and ‘warm bright puppy’. He took out a flier from his coat’s pocket and folded it out for you. It was about a masquerade ball in the grand hall of your university. You actually saw a poster of it in the main building but you didn’t bother as you knew your friend would not come and you were not into fancy stuff. “I saw this, but I didn’t feel like going. I don’t have friends who would come with me, neither a proper dress nor a partner,” you confessed and he shook his head. “But it would be a shame to leave out something so cool and free like this just for those reasons. I will be there too, so at least you have me. Although we barely know each other, I’m sure in the coming up days prior to the event we can get on more friendlier terms. And the dress… I mean nothing too fancy. I’m sure many girls will be laid back and some might be a bit too revealing, but like who cares, everyone dresses as they want,” he said with enthusiasm in his voice and eyes.

You took a few seconds to think about his words. It was nice of him to look at the situation with an optimistic mind. He also wanted to become your friend, which was weird at first but he didn’t seem too troublesome. “Hm, I will think about it. It depends on how close we get in these days before Halloween,” you joked but he took it seriously. “Well I guess we have to start from the basics then,” he said while he reached out his hand again but now for a handshake. “I’m Kim Mingyu, a sophomore, kind of sorta bio majored, who can secretly rap, and actually cook really well. My favorite food is sundae, I love dogs, and one time one of my friends almost murdered me with a guitar,” he listed all these information with a playful tone in his voice. Based on these facts he seemed like a normal young boy. He was cute how he shared all this information about himself. You did the same thing and while you were saying your own information the two of you were still slowly shaking each other’s hands which made the situation funny and comfortable.

Two weeks later

It was the day of the party and you were looking at your dress with a worried expression. It was a bit too fancy you felt like it. You went shopping with your friend (who refused to go to the ball) and she helped you pick out the dress. You didn’t show it to Mingyu yet, you wanted to make it a surprise. You carefully chose your mask as well, which was actually really beautiful. It was kind of expensive but after getting over all those horrible mid-terms, it wasn’t too bad to reward yourself.

You and Mingyu got closer in the past days, but it was nothing too deep or serious. You just hung out a couple of times after classes and once you went to watch a movie. Nothing romantic, just comfortable early stages of a friendship so far. Sometimes you had weird feelings about him as he was too nice to be true. But he seemed to have a double personality where to strangers he acted cold and ignorant but with you, he was a totally sweet guy. It made you worried even more on the day of the ball. You didn’t know if he will show up or not. What if he just messed with you? It would have been bad because you started to like him and yeah… that dress was still really expensive.

Your friend drove you to the campus. It was after the sun went down so it was beautiful to see all the fairy lights hung up on the trees before the entrance of the building. You got out of the car and tried your best to walk in those horribly stiff shoes. Students were already gathered up but you noticed how Mingyu was mistaken. All of them looked super fancy in their clothes, some even dared to buy from expensive brands. You were a bit confused why people put this much effort into a simple masquerade ball. Even in high school students barely attended parties but now this time university students were filling up the place when other times they would be studying or working or going to frat parties. You decided to hush away all your concerns and just walk inside the grand hall.

The university consisted of old and modern buildings. In one of the more classic buildings, that was built in a neo-gothic style, there was the grand hall where orientation days and graduations were held. You were stunned to see how much effort they put in decorating the hall and make it look like a fairytale forest. There were some fake trees positioned in the middle of the hall and they had cotton wool’s on top of some branches and hanging down from the high ceiling to resemble clouds. The main source of light came from the hung up fairy lights that reminded you of the stars on a dark night. But then there was also the DJ booth in the far end of the room where one of the college students was mixing classic Halloween songs like Michael Jackson’s Thriller and This is Halloween in Marilyn Manson’s version, making the whole place more spooky.

Of course, the good old Halloween decorations couldn’t stay out. There were pumpkins, candles, paper bats, candies, witch hats placed all over the great hall. You really liked the place as it truly looked like how you would imagine a Halloween Masquerade party. Not to mention all the people who were hiding behind their masks, they looked mysterious but also fancy.

But then the problem came. If Mingyu did come, how were you supposed to find him? You started to get into an inner conflict with yourself… should you call him or should he be the one to look for you first? But before you could make up your mind, your phone buzzed. It was Mingyu. “Meet me by the fountain”, he wrote it.

You didn’t notice a fountain before so you decided to walk around and look for it. The plywood walls that were decorated with fake green climbing plants made you feel like you were in a maze as you cut your way through. People were dancing and chatting in almost every corner but you couldn’t recognize anyone. You started to feel out of place and you almost gave up on finding the fountain. However, as you passed one of the bigger fake trees and the paper bats that were hanging down from the branches, you noticed there was a big arch hidden away from the main dance floor.

On the arch, there were roses wrapped around the iron. First, you thought they were fake but when you touched one of them, the spike cut your finger which made a wound that started to bleed. Though it wasn’t too serious, it still hurt. When you were trying to get the blood off from your finger you suddenly heard water running somewhere. When you looked behind the arch and a fake bush you finally noticed the fountain. It looked small but there was still freshwater shooting up from it. You realized someone was standing right next to it.

You assumed it was a boy, with a cape on his shoulders. He had a mask on and was smelling a rose that he probably tore off from the arch. His pushed back hair was brown with silver highlights. He wore a fancy white long sleeved shirt with a red vest on it. Around his neck, a white lace scarf was wrapped which had an amulet in the middle. The outside color of the cape was black while the inside was bright red. A small chain was holding the two sides of the cape together which was hanging around his neck.

The first word that came to your mind was vampire. He looked like he time traveled there from the Victorian era where he might have been Dracula’s apprentice. When he noticed you, he smiled. His mask didn’t allow you to see his eyes but his smile was bright and his teeth were sharp. You knew it was Mingyu.

He approached you and when he stood in front of you, he raised his hands to lower your mask. But you stopped him. “It’s best to keep things a secret,” you said with a playful smile and he nodded. “Although, there was something I wanted to tell you, but maybe it’s better if I show it to you,” he said and for a moment your heart skipped a beat. But he only took your hands and started to slow dance with you to the beat of the music.

The two of you slowly started to dance to the middle of the hall, joining other people on the floor. He was surprisingly a good dancer and although you didn’t have a clue about how to dance, his lead made your amateur job easier. After the song was over he pulled you to the side of the hall and sat down at a table that was facing the grand window of the hall. The two of you took off your masks so you could see better and started to get lost in the view of the campus that truly looked like a fairy garden with all the small lights and a few spooky looking lit up decorations like gnomes, witches, and pumpkins.

What you didn’t notice though, was how after a minute his attention changed to you and he couldn’t take off his eyes from you. “I said I wanted to show you something,” Mingyu suddenly spoke up and his voice made you shiver. “Oh, yes. But I thought you meant your great dancing skills,” you smiled but he shook his head. “That too, but there is something more important,” he said then he moved closer to you. First you thought he is going to kiss you, but instead his head moved towards your neck and when his lips touched your skin, the hair on your back stood up and got goosebumps all over your body.

For a moment you closed your eyes and felt like you could put your whole life in Mingyu’s hands and you wouldn’t regret it for a moment. That is when you were ultimately charmed and hypnotized by the vampire boy.

#mingyu #kim mingyu #mingyu au #mingyu scenario #seventeen au #seventeen scenario #fantasy au #hip hop unit #request #long text #hazelnut latte #it's soon october which means my favorite month and my favorite holdiday is coming up :')#i hope you'll enjoy reading this and you will get into the spooky autumn mood

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thespian-wallflower · 7 years

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Golf Balls and Cannonballs (SR! fanfic)

(Something Rotten fanfic #12 [frat boy AU]. Nick, Will, and Nigel go mini golfing, and the game takes a minor detour.)

Nick’s golf club tapped the purple ball, which was only a foot away from the hole. Instead of going in, it skated along the edge and kept going. Will held back a laugh, and Nick groaned. The game wasn’t going well for him at all.

It was a warm day, even for May. Finals week had recently ended for Nick Bottom and Will Shakespeare, and it was a relief for both of them. Staying up at night, sweating over textbooks and the fear of tests to come had kept them miserable. Now that their Junior Year was complete, they needed to celebrate. Nigel had suggested mini golf, and neither of them had objected to the idea.

Nick turned to his fourteen-year-old brother, who had completed the hole in two strokes. “I hate mini golf. Why am I here?”

“You haven’t been in a really, really long time.” Nigel replied, looking over the white score sheet. He smiled when he saw that he was in the lead again, and it was only the fifth hole. He adjusted his glasses and looked up at his older brother. “Not since we were kids.”

“You’re still a kid.”

Nigel huffed. “Not since you were a kid.”

Nick laughed at his brother’s impatience, and turned to watch Will tap his blue ball into the hole. It whirled around the inside for a moment, and made a satisfying “plunk” when it hit the bottom.

“Ha. Perfect shot.” Will folded his arms confidently. “Only three strokes.” Nick shook his head, a smirk forming on the edge of his lips. “Four strokes, love.”

Will’s confidence disappeared. He turned to Nigel, who nodded in agreement.

“Fine. Four.” He shrugged as Nigel wrote down his score. “I’m still doing better than you, Nicky.” Will nudged his boyfriend teasingly.

Nick laughed, shoved him off, and prepared to swing again. “Oh, shut up. I’ll get it this time, for sure.” He’d been saying the same thing at every hole, and he’d always come in last. His score was becoming increasingly pathetic by the minute.

“Famous last words.” Will mumbled to Nigel, who giggled.

After glaring at Will over his shoulder, Nick gently tapped the ball with his golf club. It rolled until it was on the edge of the hole. It didn’t fall in. Nigel and Will laughed, and Nick threw his arms in the air in defeat.

“You know what? Screw this. I’m way over par anyway.” He nudged the ball into the hole with his foot, just to prove a point. Plunk. “There. Done. Can we move on, please?”

When Will finally stopped laughing, he managed to gasp, “You’re no fun, Nick.”

“So you’ve said.”

The trio moved to the next hole. Even though the majority of the scenery was fake, it was still very appealing. The course was built around a man-made cave, and the next hole was impossible to see from the other end of the course. A pond stood nearby, the water sparkling in the morning sunlight. It was more peaceful than any of them had expected.

“This place is so much better than that indoor course,” Nigel said admiringly.

“Maybe if you hadn't started that fist fight with Portia, we’d still be allowed there,” Nick said bitterly.

Even though Nigel and Portia were best friends, they were competitive about their grades (and pretty much everything else). During the winter, Will took them indoor mini golfing, and he ended up having to break up their fight at the last hole. They’d been banned shortly after.

Nigel nodded sheepishly. “I know. We were both having an off day. Besides, she totally started it,” he mumbled.

Nick positioned his ball and held back a laugh. “Sure she did. That tiny girl totally threw the first punch,” he said sarcastically. He took a swing. The ball bounced off a fake rock obstacle, and rolled back toward him. “Damn it!”

“Actually, I was there, and she did start the fight. That little girl plays hockey, and she had a root canal a few months ago. She's tougher than she looks.”

Nigel was setting up for his first stroke, but he wasn't paying attention. Instead, he was listening to the conversation about his best friend. He’d never admit it, but he was starting to develop feelings for Portia. Not that they would ever be allowed to date, and there was no way she felt the same way about him. But he could dream.

“You'd never guess that she plays hockey. She's tiny and sweet”

His heart started thudding.

“Yup. She's practically an adorable, blonde puppy.”

Nigel was becoming more and more frazzled. He took a deep breath, and tried to focus on hitting the ball.

“She has those huge eyes and that smile.Totally disarming.”

Nigel blindly swung his club. The ball sailed over the guardrail, was airborne for a second, and finally landed in the water with a “ploonk”.

“Shoot!” Nigel hissed. He glared in the direction of the pool.

Will wasn’t deterred. “Let’s see where it landed. It couldn’t have gone far.” He left the green, pranced over to the pool, and knelt by the water’s edge. A fence divided the green from the start of the pool (Which was present for obvious reasons. Will reasoned that it must have been at least 5 feet deep). Nick and Nigel followed.

“See it?” he asked, as Nigel peered into the water. He pushed his glasses up higher on his nose, and spotted a small yellow sphere at the bottom of the far end of the pool. He pointed it out to Will.

“I guess I need to get a new ball,” Nigel lamented, rising up from his crouched position.

Nick shrugged. “Don’t worry about it, Nige. It happens.”

At least they hadn’t asked him why he had missed. An embarrassing conversation about his crush would’ve been too much for him. Nigel turned and began the walk of shame back toward the main entrance, but was stopped by the call of, “Nigel! Wait!”

Curious, he turned around just in time to see Will yank off his white Star Wars t-shirt and toss it toward a very confused Nick. “I got this. Stand back.” He kicked off his sneakers and started to climb the guardrail, but Nick grabbed his shoulder and pulled him back.

“Will, don’t do it. You’re gonna get us thrown out.” Nick would never admit it, but he loved to see Will topless. Not that he had a perfect figure. He had a bit of a stomach and wasn’t toned at all (in fact, he’d been working on losing weight throughout the semester). But he was beautiful, and Nick couldn’t get enough of him.

Will shrugged him off. “Nonsense. The young Bottom needs my assistance.” His tone was dutiful, and he nodded toward Nigel.

“The course is practically empty, anyway.” Nigel vouched. “And we’re in a secluded part. He won’t get caught.”

Mini golfing was one of Nigel’s favorite pastimes. If he feared another ban, he would say something. Also, Nick knew that his brother rarely argued with Will, since he looked up to him. He occasionally wished Will would behave more like a role model, but that was a tall order. Nigel’s judgement wasn’t bad, even though he was just a kid, so Nick decided to let Will go through with the golf ball rescue.

With a sigh, Nick reluctantly released Will’s shoulder, and stepped back. “Don’t draw too much attention-”

Before Nick could finish, Will launched himself off the rail, and cannonballed into the pool with an enormous splash. The water didn’t quite reach where Nick and Nigel were standing. Nick whirled around, making sure none of the staff members had heard the splash. Fortunately, Nigel was correct, and they were in the clear.

Nigel was in hysterics. Nick shook his head in disgust, as he watched Will swim to the other end of the pool. He made a big performance out of retrieving the ball. Not wanting to waste too much time, he started to gracefully swim back toward his spectators.

Unlike his brother, who was nervously standing guard, Nigel was loving it. He leaned against the fence, smirking. “How’s the water?”

Will lazily leaned his head back into the water and smiled. “Not too bad, actually. You should join me.” He playfully splashed Nigel, causing the boy to yelp and bounce backwards, laughing.

Nick was determined to stop this before it could start. “Will, you’re a terrible influence.”

“Thanks. I take pride in that.”

“Nigel, don’t even think about jumping in after him.”

Nigel giggled, but stayed where he was. Just watching Will’s rebellious dunk was thrilling enough for him.

After savoring the water for another moment, Will unsuccessfully attempted to hoist himself out of the pool. The slippery edge didn’t help the fact that he possessed little upper arm strength. Pathetically, he glanced up at Nick and Nigel, his blue eyes pleading. They matched the color of the water. “A little help?”

They each grabbed an arm and lifted Will out of the water. He shook himself off, his hair soaked to the point where it almost looked black. The water made the surface of his naturally tan skin sparkle. His shorts were dripping, leaving a small puddle at his feet. “That was a nice dip.” He held out the ball to Nigel. “Thanks for hitting it into the water,” he joked.

Nigel snatched the ball away in mock anger. “I didn’t do it on purpose.”

“Thanks anyway, young Bottom.” Suddenly, a mischievous expression crossed Will’s face, and he spun to face his boyfriend. He opened his arms wide, and flashed a huge smile to match. “How about a hug, Nicky, love?” He stepped forward, prompting Nick to step back.

Half-kidding, Nick replied, “Will, I swear to god, if you get me wet-”

Pouncing, Will tackled Nick to the ground before he could finish his threat. They hit the green hard, Will falling on top of Nick.

Nick was rattled for a moment, but he looked up and saw his boyfriend’s grinning face. God, he was gorgeous. A few drops of water dangled from the ends of his hair, and dripped onto Nick’s face. His clothes were newly wet, but he didn’t care.

Looking up at him, Nick silently wished that Will wouldn’t have to leave for England in a week.

Instinctively, Nick pulled Will’s face in, and the couple kissed passionately. Nick loved the feeling of his boyfriend’s cool, damp skin, and they became lost in the kisses.

Nigel was bright red, which was his usual reaction to his brother’s romantic moments . When they didn’t stop kissing, he said sharply, “I thought we were playing mini golf, not mini grope.”

Ignoring Nigel’s terrible pun, Nick embraced Will as they rose to continue the game. “This is more my speed.”

#lol i tried to write something cute #something rotten #frat boy au #fanfic #bard romance #will shakespeare #nick bottom #nigel bottom #my fics

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jaykvwords-blog · 7 years

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“I’ll miss you” Otayuri AU Fic

I saw THIS AU and I fell in love!!! This is also my first ever fic (after YEARS), so I hope it isn’t too bad :) I know I’m a little rusty.

Dedicated to @yurachkat, inspired by her artwork.

Yuratchka Plisetski has been the top student in his class since he began his education. As a child, he excelled, advancing far past his other classmates, skipping a year of school and finishing his secondary education at the age of 17. When it came time to choose a college, Yuri decided he needed a break. He was young. He wanted to travel. He wanted to take it slow, and do what he wanted to do for happiness, he hadn’t really taken the time to “stop and smell the roses.” In his break, he left Moscow to visit the states, where he discovered American universities and it's young people culture. Intrigued, Yuri decided to attend an American university; after all, he had the credentials. After turning 18 the following Spring, he applied to be a transfer student at the University of Detroit for the fall semester. He looked forward to the fall, to further his education and to experience the American college experience.

Otabek Altin was far from Yuri’s level of achievement. Unlike the Russian, the Kazakh struggled in school, at times wanting to give up and just drop out to be a figure skater or something. He loved the ice, it took his mind off the stress of not getting it and the pressures of attending higher education. As a teen, he would travel to Detroit to visit family. Seemingly these were just family vacations, but really, they were meant by his parents to show him the world, in hopes that if he wouldn’t want to go to a school in Kazakhstan, he would want to go somewhere overseas. And he did. He saw the party culture of University of Detroit. He was still young, aged 18, and had barely graduated from his high school, but the desire to go and experience that freedom is what pushed him to apply for the fall semester at the University of Detroit.

...

It was September, and all the young adults were flooding in from all over the country and across seas into their dorms at UD. A few weeks ago, Yuri was asked to apply for a roommate for his dorm. He wasn’t sure what to expect from this, so he marked “no preference” along with the characteristics that he described himself with.

Clean

Doesn’t mind tidying

Gets along well with people

Likes to study

Yuri was a very punctual young man.

So how did he get matched with Otabek Altin, the slacker from Kazakhstan? The young man who marked:

Sometimes dirty

Doesn’t study much

Private personality.

The pair moved into the dorm, but neither protested about their roommate. Instead, Yuri introduced himself and Otabek greeted him with a firm shake of the hand.

Despite each other’s differing personalities, the pair had no issues with each other. Yuri was constantly studying with friends, and running events for the various clubs he had joined. When he returned late at night, Otabek would be out partying with the frat boys, and flirting with the sorority girls; returning to his dorm smelling of alcohol and sex. Both were content with their lives in college. They had their own sense of independence and didn’t get in the way of the other.

Although they didn’t talk, Yuri did enjoy Otabek’s presence. Something about his slacker mentality motivated him to study harder, to continue forth with his education. Yuri didn’t know life without learning, all he knew was that learning was the key to success and happiness.

It seemed that this relationship was symbiotic. Otabek also enjoyed Yuri’s presence. Something about his do-all mentality motivated him to study more, making the most of the time he had at UD. Because of Yuri, Otabek saw that working hard usually paid off in the end.

…

It was in November, after Otabek’s 19th birthday where the two finally exchanged more than two words to each other.

“Okay, Yuri, why do you study so much?” Otabek asked.

Yuri was surprised that Otabek even noticed him. “Getting things done feels good I guess. Why do you party so much?”

Otabek had to think. “Going to parties makes me feel good.”

“What could make you feel good about being around a bunch of drunk Millennials? All it does is make you smell like beer and sex. And you’re 19, you can’t even legally drink!”

Who is this kid, my mom? Otabek thought. “Not everyone is a try-hard like you, kid.”

That left a mark. Otabek realized what he said, and he quickly excused himself to meet with friends. They were somewhat older, college seniors unlike him, a freshman. They welcomed him into their crowd and had planned him a birthday party that night.

That night, Otabek thought about what he said Yuri. He didn’t know where the outburst came from, he knew Yuri was a genius and worked hard to maintain his knowledge. He knew Yuri worked hard, and he secretly admired him for it. He thought about it and saw that Yuri was one reason he was still even in college.

That night, Otabek didn’t drink. He didn’t let a single drop touch his lips. He didn’t want to return to the dorm disoriented. He wanted to be sober enough to face Yuri and apologize. He wanted to talk Yuri for one last time and remember it, before he restored their previous relationship of living in each other’s silent presence.

That night, Otabek paid close attention. These kids were only a few years older than him, and within the next few months or so, they would be graduating and Otabek would be alone. However, he didn’t feel alone… he had Yuri’s presence.

Why was he placing so much importance upon a “kid” who was his polar opposite? A “try-hard,” as Otabek put it? He was never a people person, and he possible just ruined the friendship that could’ve been with the only peer he appreciated and somewhat admired.

He sat during the entire party. Everyone was getting drunk. Everyone was making out. Everyone was having a good time. Why wasn’t he? Maybe he needed the booze. Maybe one sip wouldn’t hurt.

One sip became one shot, one shot became two, and two shots became four. Otabek wasn’t sure how much he drank. He doesn’t remember. He didn’t even remember when he got home last night. Yuri remembered.

…

Yuri was deep into his studies when Otabek returned around 1 AM. His return was anything but quiet in the late night, as he stumbled through the door.

“What are you doing, do you have any idea what time it is right now?!” Yuri shouted.

Otabek’s speech was slurred. He was obviously drunk-- no, he was visibly wasted. “I’m here to study, aren’t I?”

“It’s one in the morning, and you come home like this,” Yuri’s frustration is showing.

“But you are still studying, no? I want to be like you, Yuri, I really wish I were like you,” Otabek drunkenly confesses.

Yuri is surprised by his drunk confession. “Why? I’m a try-hard, according to you.” “But you’re still hard working, and I’m a lazy bum.” Is Otabek crying? He draws out his words and wipes a few tears, “My parents would’ve been so proud of me if i were like you, but here I am, drunk.”

Yuri was touched. He forgave the words and wanted to be the one to help Otabek. But it wouldn’t be fair to Otabek to just be so sweet to him out of nowhere. “Just go to bed,” he told him. Going to his side, Otabek gets in, and Yuri tidies the room before going to bed himself.

…

In the following weeks, Yuri became more patient with Otabek, but also more demanding. It began with asking him to pick up this and that around their dorm, and eventually became kind orders to study. Otabek wasn’t sure why Yuri was bossing him around all of a sudden, but he allowed it anyway.

Eventually, Otabek learned to love studying. Especially with Yuri. Every Monday morning the two went to the university library, for a casual study session. Every Tuesday, they went to the local cafe to just chat about life with each other. Every Wednesday, Otabek tags along with Yuri for the next environmental protest he’s found himself in. Every Thursday, the two go out for some fun with Yuri’s group of friends; usually at the local skate rink. Every Friday, the pair would tune in for a marathon of their favorite shows, treating themselves to a little junk food. Otabek’s motivation was taking a turn for the better.

All this time he spent with Yuri, he felt this connection growing more and more. He wanted to be with Yuri all the time, despite the fact they are together all the time. With Yuri, he didn’t mind studying, and he didn’t mind going to class if it meant he could see Yuri again afterwards. We all need breaks from our best friends sometimes.

…

“What are your plans for these next few weeks?” Otabek asked the blonde.

It is now late December, and Yuri and Otabek have grown closer than they could’ve ever imagined. The time has come for a three week vacation from college life, and Otabek isn’t sure what to do while Yuri is packing to leave the next day.

“I’m definitely going to visit my Grandpa in Moscow,” Yuri replied. “What about you? Are you going anywhere for vacation?”

“No. But I’ll be here, keeping the dorm warm,” Otabek gave a weak smile. He was going to miss Yuri for these next 3 weeks. Even their beds being pushed together barely cheered him up.

“I’ll miss you, Beka.”

Otabek felt a rush of bravery push him into a kiss with Yuri. He pulled away, and hugged Yuri, burying his face into his neck and shoulder. “I’ll miss you too.”

That night, on their beds that were pushed together, sharing one more goodnight kiss, the two boys held each other until it was time for them to separate.

Quick author’s notes:

I made this American college themed because from what I can tell, the college culture is different from that of Australia or the UK (Frats, sororities, etc.) I also have more personal knowledge and didn’t feel it was my place to write about a setting I have no knowledge about.

The last time I wrote a fic was about 3-4 years ago. I know I’m VERY rusty, and I would rather not hear about it.

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